The room swam in shades of bruised indigo, the only light spilling from the television screen, painting shifting patterns across the walls. A low, continuous hum filled the space, a mechanical heartbeat against the quiet. Martha lay stretched on the plush velvet sofa, a thick, woven blanket pooled around her waist. Her legs, long and pale, extended toward the distant glow. Above the blanket, her breasts, full and white, hung soft and heavy, the dark circles of her nipples barely visible in the dimness. Her gaze, unfocused and distant, remained fixed on the flickering images, her mind adrift in the digital current.
A shadow detached itself from the deeper gloom at the far end of the room. It solidified, resolving into the sleek, naked form of a young woman. She moved with a silent, feline grace, her steps unheard on the thick carpet, until she stood directly before Martha, blocking the TV's hypnotic pull. Martha’s eyes, slow to disengage from the screen, finally met the girl’s. A spark, a flicker of recognition, ignited deep within their depths. Slowly, Martha's hand emerged from beneath the blanket, pale fingers tracing a path down her flat stomach, then lower, until they brushed the soft curls at her groin. Her touch was light, exploratory.
“Have you shaved yet?” Martha’s voice, a low murmur, barely disturbed the room’s quiet. Her fingers twisted, testing the texture beneath her palm.
The girl’s eyes, dark and fathomless, burned with an undeniable hunger, fixed entirely on Martha. Her lips, full and slightly parted, seemed to thirst.
“Do you want to sleep with me?” Martha’s hand swept the blanket away, revealing the full expanse of her body, a pale canvas in the dim light.
The girl dropped to the floor beside the sofa, her knees sinking into the carpet. Her gaze never wavered from Martha’s face.
“Martha, I want to kiss your lips.” The words spilled out, edged with an insistent desperation that vibrated through the air.
Martha’s fingers, cool and soft, brushed along the girl’s cheek, tracing the sharp line of her jaw. The girl caught Martha’s hand, lifting it to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, a wet, warm caress against Martha’s thumb. Then, she drew it into her mouth, sucking with a slow, deliberate rhythm. A jolt, hot and electric, surged through Martha, a primal ache blossoming deep within her core.
She pushed herself up from the sofa, turning to sit, her legs now dangling over the edge. The girl, with a fluid motion, spread Martha’s legs wide, creating an open invitation. She leaned in, her breath warm against Martha’s inner thigh, her mouth descending. A soft brush of her tongue, then a delicate flick, teased the pearl of Martha’s clitoris.
“Aaah~~” Martha’s back arched, a low moan escaping her lips. Her fingers found the girl’s hair, gently guiding her face closer, pressing her into the sweet, damp folds.
The girl’s lips brushed Martha’s upper labia, a soft, wet kiss. Her tongue, nimble and insistent, slipped between the swollen folds, parting them, exploring the hidden entrance.
“Ah~~ Ahm~~ Mm~~” Martha’s body shuddered with each touch, a symphony of pleasure building. Her breasts, heavy and responsive, swayed gently with every tremor, their dark nipples hardening against the cool air.
Just as Martha felt herself teetering on the precipice of pure sensation, the girl pulled back, her head rising. Her eyes, dark and intense, met Martha’s, a silent question hanging between them. A strange disquiet settled over Martha, a sudden emptiness where overwhelming pleasure had just been.
“Call me by my name and call me Mommy.” The girl’s voice, low and commanding, cut through the hazy pleasure.
“Please, Serena…Mommy, don’t stop…Mommy, I want more…” Martha’s voice, raw with need, was a desperate plea.
Serena’s hands found Martha’s hips, spreading her legs even wider. Her tongue returned, a hot, wet invasion, moving with renewed vigor, up and down, tracing the entire length of Martha’s swollen clit.
“Yes~~~ Mommy~~ Aah~~” Martha’s moans became a breathless chorus, her body writhing in delicious torment.
Serena shifted, pulling herself onto Martha’s lap, straddling her. Her mouth descended, pressing against Martha’s pubic mound, a soft, moist kiss.
“Martha…suck my boobs.” Serena’s hand guided one of her full breasts, its nipple already erect, to Martha’s mouth. Martha opened her lips, drawing the firm peak in, suckling with an eager hunger. She moved to the other breast, drawing it in, her tongue flicking, her lips pulling.
“Martha, if I had milk in my nipples, I’d feed you.” Serena’s words, a soft whisper, were barely audible as she held Martha’s mouth to her breast.
“Mommy…I like to suck them like this.” Martha’s tongue worked around the nipple, a tiny whirlpool of sensation.
“Good girl.” Serena’s breath hitched, a low rumble of pleasure vibrating through her chest.
“Mommy…I want to kiss your lips too!!” Martha’s plea was urgent, her eyes locked on Serena’s.
Serena rose from Martha’s lap, stepping off the couch. She bent forward slightly, her hands finding her own hips, spreading her legs wide, presenting herself.
“Go on,” she commanded, her voice a low growl.
Martha’s hands reached out, parting Serena’s upper labia, revealing the glistening clitoris beneath. Her tongue darted out, a quick, hungry lick.
“Aaah~~” Serena’s back arched, a sharp moan escaping her lips as she straightened.
“Mommy…did you like it?” Martha’s voice was tentative, her tongue pausing.
“Don’t stop…” Serena’s voice, tight with urgency, left no room for doubt.
Martha’s tongue returned, a relentless assault, moving up and down, teasing and tormenting the sensitive flesh.
Serena stepped down from the couch, her bare feet silent on the carpet. She moved to a nearby chest of drawers, pulling it open. Her hand delved inside, retrieving something. She turned to Martha, holding out a small, dark object.
“Lie on your stomach…like an animal position.” Her voice was firm, unyielding.
Martha, her mind still swimming in the afterglow, obeyed. She knelt on the couch, her hands gripping the back edge, her ass lifted and presented toward Serena, a pale, inviting target. Serena’s fingers, long and delicate, traced the curve of Martha’s buttocks, a feather-light caress before a sharp, stinging slap echoed through the quiet room.
“Mommy…spank me hard,” Martha demanded, her voice a breathless whisper.
Serena’s hand rose, then fell with a resounding smack against Martha’s flesh.
“AAAH~~~” Martha’s moan was a mix of pain and exhilaration, her body tensing.
Then, Serena pushed the toy she had retrieved, a smooth, hard object, against Martha’s asshole. With a slow, deliberate pressure, she guided it inward.
“AAAAAAAAHHHH ~~~~~” Martha’s scream tore through the silence, a raw, primal cry.
Serena’s hand gripped the toy, moving it in and out, a rhythmic thrust that sent waves of both agony and exquisite pleasure through Martha’s entire being. Martha writhed, her hips bucking, caught between the sharp bite of pain and the relentless surge of sensation......
To be continued.....📖
