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The Mother-Daughter Marriage Act	By : LL72 Category: M through R > Pretty Little Liars Views: 10314 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the darkness the clock's LED read 03:07 in the morning. For a moment Veronica looked at it, unsure how long she'd been dozing as the evening had gone by in such a blur. They'd got home from the date at nine or was it later ten? Or perhaps later - ten thirty. How long had it taken them get upstairs - ten minutes, fifteen even half an hour - anytime before nine-thirty and eleven. She didn't even want to then calculate how long they'd spent having sex - part of her mind thought it was mere moments of pleasure, whilst other parts almost imagined they'd gone on for nights. She hadn't looked at the time as they stopped for the last time, falling back onto the bed, still together and fallen into a slumber.
She continued to look at the clock, waiting for the minute to flash to 03:08, before gently disengaging from the arm wrapped around her and standing up. Quietly she slipped across the floor, bending down to pick up her dress and panties from the heap where she'd left them. She wondered if it was right to leave in the middle of the night? She had thought as she got up that it remaining that was the risk - appearing to be too clingy for a first night. But did leaving provide message that she wasn't interested? She turned round, looking at the sleeping form of her daughter, lying asleep in the bed and contemplated dropping her clothes back down and creeping in. But that might awake Spencer and she didn't want that either. The decision had been made, so she crept away to her own bedroom, sure of one thing - she wouldn't be sleeping much for the remainder of the night.
*
Waking up on her own Spencer wasn't sure what to think. Her Mom had certainly been there when Spencer had fallen asleep, the older woman nestled in her daughter's arm, making like sleepy yawns as they drifted away. But now she was gone - but when? Moments ago to start the day or hours ago? And what did it mean if she had left - that it was mistake or that it wasn't but that things were moving too fast and she'd like them slower? Or nothing at all and her Mom simply wanted a good night's rest in her own bed - they were busy enough with the campaign that any chance to recharge their energy needed to be taken. And thinking about that - what did it mean for the campaign? Was her Mom to busy to think about a relationship or was her being busy and stressed meaning it was the perfect time to use it to get some relaxation. She sent a text.
People called Spencer intense, and thinking all this through in the few seconds it took her to switch off her alarm and get out of bed, made her realise they probably had a point. She paused and listened, hearing the sounds of breakfast being made in the kitchen. That was promising, at least her Mom hadn't fled into the office, desperate not to talk to her. Not that Spencer herself knew what to say, herself - 'How are you feeling this morning?' seemed inadequate when she'd spent the night before pounding open her Mom's ass, whilst 'You were so hot', though truthful also seemed presumptuous.
The first step, she decided was a shower, to give herself time to think. It'd also warn her Mom she was up so if she did want to flee she'd have time and then they could avoid the conversation that was needed until later.
There were still sounds from the kitchen when Spencer stepped out of the shower and she didn't here the sound of any car leaving the house as she got dressed. She still didn't know what to say as she went downstairs, half hoping her Mom would have secretly gone, half-fearing she had.
"Coffee?" her Mom was at the counter, turning her head to ask as Spencer entered the kitchen.
"Yes please," Spencer replied walking towards her. It was the moment of truth as she faced her Mom. "Good morning by the way."
"Morning," her Mom smiled back and leant in to kiss her, slowly but too briefly on the lips. It wasn't as passionate and full-on as the make out last night, but neither was it the familial kiss of a mother greeting her offspring; it was the kiss of one lover welcoming another.
To make sure Spencer kept her lips in place as long as she could before her Mom pulled back and then said, "I enjoyed last night. Really enjoyed."
"Me too," her Mom nodded, though there was a faint blush to her cheeks, as if enjoying herself during a hard fought election campaign was a criminal offence.
It was always the difficult bit next, how you moved onwards without being too clingy or equally making it look like it was just a sense of duty and you weren't really interested. It was even harder when it was your Mom and whatever happened there'd always be that relationship. Spencer steeled herself and decided that it was best to be straight, "I know we're busy with the campaign, but I'd like to do it again, take you on another date."
There was definitely a blush in her Mom's cheeks, but she was also smiling, "I'd like that as well. You run my diary, when's the best date for me?"
Spencer quickly ran through the next week's engagements in her head, "Saturday would be good."
"It's a date," her Mom gave her a happy smile, before setting straightening her face into a more serious expression, "I know we went out last night to get some publicity for my campaign. However if there's a chance this might be becoming something, I want to keep it quiet for now and not tell anyone; I don't want either of us to be feeling pressured. That also means between now and the date, we're just like we were before, not lovers."
Part of Spencer thought it was a bad idea, her Mom actually dating her and being seen to do so would really negate their opponents advantage and send Veronica Hastings poll ratings stratospheric, plus she really liked the idea of getting home and getting her Mom into bed. On the other hand, it would make it seem like they were only doing it for that reason and put pressure on them both, when a slow gradual getting to know each other worked best. There was one problem, "I've already texted the girls, I'm pretty sure Pam and Ella will also know by now."
Her Mom smiled again, "It would be a bit much expecting you to keep it secret from your friends. Don't worry I'll speak to Ella and Pam and ask them to keep it quiet, I assume you can do the same with the others?"
"I can," Spencer said. "But one last thing from me."
"What?" her Mom asked.
"If I can't doing anything until our Saturday date I want to make the most of our goodbye kiss," she grinned and drew her Mom in close. Veronica tittered and opened her mouth to receive her...
*
Aria was waiting excitedly for Spencer in Ezra's coffee shop; it's owner was an ex-teacher she'd had a brief crush on before she'd decided she preferred women, but it did the best cappuccinos and croissants in town. She'd been giving her own Mom a first thing in the morning butt-banging when the text came through, both Montgomery's were big believers that a stretched backhole was the best way for the older woman to begin her day. The brunette had briefly glanced at the screen, saw it was Spencer, noted the lack of SOS in the title and then continued to bang her Mom until fruition.
It was only when she was at the breakfast table, her Mom preparing their breakfast that she had opened the message, and whilst she didn't wish she interrupted the fucking to read it, she did wish she read it as soon as they had finished, it was so exciting. "Mom, you'll never believe - but Spencer and Veronica did it last night, they banged."
Ella had looked less surprised than Aria had thought she would be, turning round, "I've always thought they'd make a good couple, I wondered why Spencer didn't make a move."
Now Aria thought about it, it was less surprising than she'd thought, several times Spencer had mentioned her Mom was attractive and it was a surprise she was single, though that still didn't make it any the less exciting. "It's great news though, I hope they're as happy as we are."
Her Mom picked up the plate of pancakes and walked over to the table, looking as sexy as it was possible to be in her open robe with only a tiny pair of panties underneath. "No-one could be as happy as we are," she smiled and leant down to kiss Aria.
She had a point, thought the younger brunette, squeezing at her Mom's cheeks under the robe, wondering if her Mom would want to call in sick again. She pushed the idea away, if she acted on it every time her Mom looked sexy they’d never work at all. Still it was a little reluctantly she moved her mouth back, "We need to keep it secret, not tell anyone." It was part of the unspoken pact between her and her best friends that she knew what was open and what was just between her, them and her lover.
Her Mom nodded her agreement, "Once they're a bit more settled we should have them over."
The bell on top of coffee shop door jangled and Spencer walked in. She was smiling like the cat who has had her cream lapped and Aria immediately waved to her, beckoning her over. As they both only had lunch time Aria hadn't wanted to waste a moment with her friend ordering, especially as she knew what she liked and there was a sandwich and latte already on the table. "So?" she asked expectantly as her friend took a seat.
Spencer spared few of the details, regaling Aria with what seemed like a wonderful evening, almost making Aria jealous that she couldn't have another first date, especially when Spencer and her Mom were ending up in the younger Hastings’ room. She gasped in shock as Spencer carried on with the story, explaining not only how she'd had sex with her Mom, but finished it with anal. As it had taken several weeks for Aria and her Mom to go for butt, the brunette was both a little jealous and slightly awed her friend had managed it on the first date.
"So have you got plans for a second?" asked Aria once her friend had finished talking.
It didn't surprise her that Spencer nodded and said, "We've got a second date for Saturday. I haven't got any plans yet but for to be as fun as the our first."
"Well, I have some ideas," Aria grinned.
*
It had only been three days since Spencer had asked her on their second date, but they had dragged so it seemed even longer than a week. It was made worse by Veronica's self-denying ordinance around Spencer, to see her daughter every day and night, but not to feel her lips or taste her lovely pussy was a torture. It was bad enough at the campaign headquarters, when everyone else was around and Spencer acted out professionally, it was even worse at home when they had stilted conversations over dinner like they had before the date, never really connecting or enjoying the time.
Still at least the pictures had given her poll ratings a boost and she and her rival now neck and neck, with the pundits all agreeing it was too close to call.
It was good news, but it was less exciting than this evening, though she had no idea what her daughter had planned and no hints had been forthcoming.
Stepping down from the stage to applause Veronica walked into the wings where her election agent was waiting for her. He grinned, "Great speech and you handled all those questions perfectly - your answer on the tax one was inspired, if we're lucky that'll be on the bulletins later."
Her phoned beeped and looking down she saw it was a message from Spencer. She briefly excused herself to take it. "They'll be a cab waiting outside your last speaking engagement, take it" the text said mysteriously. Veronica put the mobile back in her back, intrigued and excited, wondering what her daughter had planned and knowing she would enjoy it.
The rest of the afternoon went as slowly and she was glad the cameras had been at the earlier event and not the later ones, as her mind was not fully on her speech. Once the last speech was over and the allotted question and answer time filled, she quickly said her goodbyes to her team, wishing them a nice day off on Sunday and herself quickly hastened out to the cab. As Spencer had promised it was waiting outside and as soon as Veronica was in the driver was off.
Surprisingly it only drove her as far as her house. Getting out she walked over to the door, the cab not even waiting for her to pull out the key before pulling away. Wondering what was going on she stepped in and saw a trail of rose petals on the floor. She smiled, intrigued and began to follow them. It wasn't something she'd have thought of herself, she knew she wasn't always the most imaginative when it came to romance, and truth be told she was slightly surprised that Spencer would think of it. But it was definitely interesting and straight away was putting her in a relaxing mood.
That mood wasn't harmed as she went through the house to the side door, opening it she began to hear the a string quartet playing a soothing and slow melody. Beside the door was a table on top of which was a glass and ice-bucket complete with a bottle of white wine. There were no instructions and for a moment Veronica paused, wondering if she should look at her phone for anything she'd missed. Then she decided it was obviously for her to fill the glass and take a relaxing drink. She took out the bottle, her eyes widening slightly when she saw the year and vinery; her daughter hadn't spared the expense.
Her glass filled she carried on following the trail of petals, to the barn, which they'd renovated to make into a spare suite of rooms. She was half-expecting Spencer to be there, but there was no sign of her - only a swimming costume lying on the bed. She put down her wine on the dresser (making sure she placed it on a mat and not direct on the wood) and stripped out of her clothes. There was still no Spencer, the only sound she could hear in the house the sound of the CD playing in the background. She reached down and picked up the costume, underneath there was an envelope with 'Mom' written on it in Spencer's neat calligraphy. Excitedly Veronica opened it.
'Mom' [it read] 'Hopefully you've got yourself a glass of wine. Get changed and carry on following the petals.'
It only took moments for Veronica to follow her daughter's instructions, swiftly getting out of her clothes and into the costume. It seemed a long time since she'd worn it, and it felt tight across her body, clinging to her skin and accentuating her bosom. She looked in the mirror, it looked good, she could still pull it off.
The petals led to the barn's back door, so she picked up the wine and followed them into the yard. The music was slightly louder, but not so noisy it was intrusive. Padding across the patio Veronica was glad that it was so secluded so she couldn't be seen by the neighbours, as she felt her ass cheeks wiggling as she walked. The rose petals vanished round the corner of the house and Veronica followed them.
The hot tub, normally empty of water and silent, was full and bubbling, the petals leading up to it. It had been a long time since Veronica had been it, probably about the last time she'd worn her costume, she always was too busy. But not tonight, this was a time for relaxing and enjoyment, the only thing missing was Spencer who still hadn't appeared. Despite that Veronica was sure that she was expected to get in, climbing up the steps and gingerly stepping into the water. Once in, despite the heat, she could immediately feel herself relaxing, the stress almost flying out. She gave a small sigh of contentment and waited for Spencer.
There wasn't long to wait, as the house door opened and a smiling Spencer appeared. She was wearing a bikini, that Veronica had seen before, white with pink dots and yellow strings. It wasn't the most revealing two-piece, but Veronica suddenly realised it looked so sexy on her daughter, in a way she'd never recognised before. The younger woman was holding the wine bottle from upstairs and her own glass, as she climbed up the steps to join her Mom. "You found my clues."
"They weren't too difficult," smiled Veronica, watching as Spencer settled opposite her.
"With everything being so busy for you, I thought a nice evening at home would be the perfect date. You don't need to worry about anyone seeing us or having to be the perfect candidate, just you and me relaxing together."
"It sounds lovely," Veronica agreed.
"I hope you're hungry as I'm making dinner," Spencer smiled.
"Very hungry," Veronica said, as her eyes flowed down her daughter's lithe form and it wasn't just food she was thinking about.
Spencer grinned, like she was reading her Mom's mind and slid herself round the bench until she was next to her Mom. "But first a massage," she purred, placing her glass down.
Veronica didn't complain as her daughter swivelled her round so that she was facing away from her and placed her hands on her shoulders. The younger Hastings' fingers began to pinch and knead at knots that Veronica had only just realised she had, easing them away with touch. Veronica gave a satisfied moan, humming in pleasure as her daughter pressed and prodded skilfully, knowing each point to push and pole to maximum effect.
"What do you think?" Spencer murmured, her mouth close to her Mom's ear.
"Very relaxing," Veronica replied, "You've very good at it."
"I don't get to do it enough," teased Spencer, "You're a perfect model to practice on."
If it was practising Veronica wondered how great the finished thing would be, she was even going to say that, but Spencer found a stretched muscle to relax at that moment and all her Mom could mutter was, "Oh, that's good."
"Let me ease these down," Spencer pulled the straps away from Veronica's shoulder's, pushing them down her arms. Her fingers went where the cloth had been, pinching the muscle and bone underneath, finding the nerves and untying them. It was heavenly and Veronica felt herself relaxing so much she could almost feel herself slipping from the bench down into the tub.
For a second Spencer paused and Veronica was just about to ask if anything was wrong when her daughter's hands returned, slowly, but firmly massaging the Milf's shoulders. Veronica groaned again and stretched, seeing her daughter's bikini top bouncing in the water in front of her, just as she leant back and felt the brush of Spencer's naked nipples against her skin. "A topless massage, that's sexy," the older woman giggled.
"I thought you'd enjoy," Spencer replied. For a few more minutes she continued to work at her Mom's shoulders, not shy about letting her own boobs touch and knock against Veronica as she moved. The Milf groaned in pleasure, relaxing into her daughter and let the younger woman take control.
"I'm going to go lower," Spencer said and even as she spoke she was pulling down Veronica's costume so her ample boobs fell out. The younger woman began to massage and knead them as well, her skilled fingers tweaking and squeezing the nipples, hardening them like little balls of concrete. Veronica shuddered in pleasure as she enjoyed the touch on her tits, letting her skilled daughter work her magical digits around the nubs.
"Mnnnn, that is good," Veronica leaned back further, feeling her daughter's breasts against her. The water bubbled and spat around her, the warmth of it heating her already hot pussy more. She resisted the temptation to rub it, not wanting to remove the horny feeling she felt until Spencer was ready to take it. The younger woman didn't seem to be in any hurry, her lips slowly caressing at Veronica's neck as her hands teased her teats. Veronica relaxed more, hoping this moment would last forever.
"Dinner will be ready," giggled Spencer, without warning disengaging from her Mom.
"I could eat," said Veronica as she turned and faced Spencer who was standing, her tiny bikini bottom barely covering her yummy cunt.
Her daughter grinned, understanding the meaning beneath the words, "Food first," she said and stepped out of the tub.
Veronica stood, "I'll go and get changed quickly," she smiled.
"Why? You're looking perfect as you are," Spencer replied.
"I can't eat at the table, just wearing... half wearing my swimming costume, I'll soak everything," Veronica said, realising as she spoke that she didn't actually care that much as long as she was eating with Spencer, with the promise of more things to come.
Still it did no harm that Spencer also realised the importance of not ruining the furnishings as the younger woman said, "If you go round the corner onto the lawn, I've laid out a picnic blanket, since it was a nice night I thought we'd eat out."
"Okay," Veronica replied, "Do you need a hand with anything?"
"You could light the lanterns," said Spencer, "and I'll bring out the starters. Take the wine"
Doing as her daughter suggested Veronica walked round the house, until she saw the blanket. A couple of unlit lanterns sat beside it, which once lit cast an orange, romantic glow over the white cloth and made the silver cutlery and fine porcelain Spencer had out glint and shine with a supernatural brightness. Veronica sat herself down on her knees, amused at the mixture of outdoors picnic and classic dining. She wondered briefly whether to cover her bosom back up, then decided she quiet liked the idea of sitting eating topless with her daughter date.
"Mushroom soup for starters, plus fresh bread rolls," Spencer came out with a tray, kneeling down to place the food on the rug in front of them, her own naked titties jiggling in the dusky light.
"It looks delicious," smiled Veronica. It smelt good as well, the warm scent of the bread mixing with the earthiness of the soup. The taste was no let down, showing what some care and attention can do to food. Veronica ate it delicately, but enthusiastically.
It was a very different meal from their first, not in quality of the food, but in presentation. But Veronica enjoyed it as much. There was something both relaxing and enhancing about sitting in darkening yard, her legs underneath her as she ate first the starters, then the main meal and finally a sorbet, which was as fruity as any she had tasted. The conversation flowed easily between them, not as if they were Mom and daughter and still had that small wall of secrets between them, but as two women becoming lovers who wanted to be intimate and tell all. Their relationship would never be the same, but Veronica didn't want it to be, she now knew she wanted more than to be just Spencer's Mom.
All through the meal she found herself looking at her daughter's naked tits, lovely and round, shadows from the lanterns making them seem to dance at the slightest movement, with her small nipples hardening in the nights on-coming coolness. She was pleased her daughter in turn was giving plenty of lust filled glances at her own pair and several times Veronica deliberately jiggled and swung them to see Spencer's appreciative smile. Between courses their hands touched and ran over each other, sensual fingers stroking the backs - this time Veronica had no doubt the date was going to end with rampant sex, she wanted it and knew Spencer did as well.
She finished the last of the sorbet, putting the glass down on the tray, "That was wonderful, it was so delicious."
"It was nothing, just something I picked up from a recipe site on-line," Spencer gave a fluent lie, but she and her Mom both knew she had put heart and sole into the meal.
"It's getting a little chilly, shall we go in?". It was the one downside of the evening, even if it was a minor one, but as it had got darker it had become cooler as well. If they'd been wearing jeans and sweater, or even skirts and blouses, it wouldn't have mattered, but both being topless in swimwear had left Veronica's skin cold with goose bumps.
"There's one more course," smiled Spencer, "I think you'll enjoy it."
Veronica was sure she would even while wondering what it was - cheese and biscuits? coffee? another dessert - that would be lovely whilst greedy. She smiled and nodded, able to cope with the temperature as long as she was with her sexy daughter. "Are you sure you don't want a hand?" she asked as Spencer gathered the dessert bowls and cutlery. Her daughter gave an enigmatic smile and shook her head.
Her daughter was longer in the kitchen than she had been earlier and Veronica shivered slightly as she waited, rubbing her arms to warm them. She fantasised about what they'd be doing soon, how they'd fuck and kiss and lick, she went wet at the thought. Would they go to Spencer's room again? Or should Veronica invite her daughter to her own main bedroom? In whichever scenario Veronica imagined her daughter's lovely nipples in her mouth before she went down and pleasured the sweet, sweet snatch with her tongue.
She was brought to the present by the sound of the kitchen door opening and the pad of Spencer coming across the lawn. There was no tray in her hand, but what she was bringing to the final part of the meal was as delicious as anything Veronica could have imagined. Her daughter's bikini bottoms were off and instead she was wearing a strap-on dildo. She stopped in front of her Mom, "I thought you'd like cock for the final course."
"MMmmn, so much," Veronica licked her lips hungrily, the coolness forgotten. "Let me make it nice and wet for my cunt."
"You can eat it," confirmed her daughter, though Veronica was already proving that, her open mouth slipping over the tip and down. Her hand reached up to grip it, gently pulling and easing it further forward, the hard plastic rubbing over her tongue and then into her cheek as she pushed forward. It wasn't the tastiest thing she'd tasted all right, in fact it was flavourless and bland, but it was the most exciting, her pussy starting to dampen as she sucked the toy. Her daughter gave a happy groan, her hands returning to the Milf's shoulder to massage and knead the muscles and sinews, though they were much looser and relaxed than earlier. The younger Hastings hips began to swing back and forth, encouraging the cock in and Veronica responded with enthusiastic slurps.
"This is so hot, I love watching you suck my strap-on," Spencer grinned, pushing the toy in.
"Schlurp, schlurp," went Veronica in reply, getting herself deeper down the dildo and enjoying every inch of it. As went further down she let go off the thick rod and just used her mouth to keep it in place. With her hands spare she pulled her bathing costume down even further so that it was below her belly button and the gusset was free from her cunt, allowing her to finger herself as she blew. She went even harder, giving her daughter all she could "Schlurp, schlurp."
"I want to fuck your pussy with my big strap-on," moaned Spencer.
Her Mom nodded her agreement, pulling her mouth away and grinning as she moved onto her back. The grass tickled coolly against her back as she pulled the costume the rest of the way off leaving herself totally naked for her daughter. For a brief moment she could feel the chill of the night before Spencer was on top of her, the younger Hastings’ body heat warming Veronica up, even before they started their exercises. Spreading her legs the Mom invited her daughter in, "Come fuck me, I want it as well. I want you to ram my cunt open and fuck me to heaven."
The toy entered the waiting hole, sliding down over the wet walls and deep into the Milf. Spencer mouth was moving down at the same time, engulfing Veronica's and kissing her with a real passion. The older Hastings responded with the same enthusiasm, her hips working in time with her daughter's thrust and her own lips opening so that their tongues could touch and tease. Spencer lifted her waist up and pushed down, slowly, but firmly, hammering the dick down into her Mom. Her mouth remained on Veronica's, kissing her as they fucked.
It felt good to have Spencer's dildo in her, her daughter so skilled at the arts of sexual congress. Each powerful thrust sent little waves through Veronica, each time longer and stronger than before, so that soon she knew they would merge into one tsunami of pleasure. Spencer was in no hurry however, keeping it slow and deliberate and concentrating as much on the kissing as the fucking. There was no complaint from Veronica, after their lovely evening and meal, it made it seem romantic and special, confirming it wasn't just a sexual fling, but something more. Love-making seemed an old fashioned word, something out of the early sixties that even her own Mom might have balked at using to describe sex, but it seemed the right one for what they were doing - they weren't just fucking, they were making love.
"You're so beautiful," Spencer's words seemed to confirm what they were doing, especially since she must have been hardly able to see her Mom in a darkness lit only by a pair of flittering lanterns and those nearly out.

"You too," Veronica managed to reply before Spencer's lips were on her mouth again, moving round and swallowing the older woman whole. Veronica's response was as passionate, her tongue sweeping forward to caress her daughter's lithe one and her hands moving to the younger woman's lower back to hug her close. Spencer carried on down, her slender frame landing on her Mom's crushing the older woman's naked bosoms under her smaller, rounder pair. The nipples of both were stiff and erect, brushing and poking forward, gently and pleasurably stabbing the flesh of the other. Veronica moved her body, rocking and raising it so that she was in time with Spencer, the two of them almost as one. She had never felt so close and connected to her daughter, not even when she first held her. It was like they knew everything about each other, without words or gestures to communicate, only using some strange sexual telepathy to come together. Even when Spencer changed her speed, slowly down a grade to kiss her Mom harder, Veronica braked with her, her body moving as one with her daughter.
"It's so lovely, taking you outside, beneath the stars," breathed Spencer.
Most of the stars were blocked, to Veronica, by Spencer's face, which was prettier and more dazzling than any of them, but the older Hastings knew what she meant. In her peripheral vision she could see the twinkles of a thousand far away suns and as the lanterns died it was only their glow which illuminated the garden. They changed Spencer's colour from the bronze of flame to the silver of night, making her seem cool and calm not hot and passionate. The younger woman belied that look by starting to move harder and faster, switching from slow love-making to faster fucking. Veronica loved that as well, gasping and shuddering as her daughter's strap-on pounded in.
Her hands moved to Spencer's ass, gripping it harder and encouraging her daughter down. Spencer smiled at her and drove in, faster this time, breaking the rhythm and starting a new one. The toy sped down Veronica's cunt, whizzing over the walls and nerve endings, making the erogenous zone sing with pleasure. Spencer was on top of her and then up, levering herself back, before slamming down. Veronica gasped and shuddered, feeling herself being pushed into the soft grass. "Fuck me," she gasped, "Fuck me hard."
They were moving from the soft and sensual romance to hard and fast passion, they were two sides of the same coin - connecting Mom and daughter in a way they'd never been before. Spencer was slamming harder and faster in, her body bouncing on Veronica's making the older woman's tits wobble and jump each time. She could feel the waves of ecstasy coming together, merging in a higher and more powerful explosion of pleasure. "Yesss," she cried, "Ooohhh yessss."
"I am fucking you, I am fucking you so hard," grunted Spencer, as if it needed confirmation.
In reply Veronica shook and writhed, her back bending as the pleasure tore through her, "Ooooohh, yessss, yesssss, harder, ooooohhh harder... aaaaarrggghhh."
She briefly wondered what the voters would think if they could see her fucking in her back garden with her daughter - romantic, passionate, filled with human desires or would they think she should have been working and campaigning, being a robotic computer who only lived to serve. It didn't matter, she was the former even if she sometimes had to turn into the latter. But at this moment all that concerned her was getting Spencer's strap-on and being fucked into a frenzy by her daughter. "Aaaarrrrghh, yesss, make me cum, you're so good, I want to cum more for you, aaaarrggghhh."
The pleasure was non-stop now, a rolling barrage of ecstasy, now and then punctuated by higher mountains, where she thought she was going to explode with joy. Spencer was panting and grunting like she was playing a hard fought game of tennis, but her face was contorted and twisted in an expression no serve could induce. Her hair whipped down, covering her eyes until she pushed away and then remaining in place for a few moments before repeating the process. But when they weren't covered they were drilling down into her Mom's, connecting like magnets, both of them staring into the pools of light. Another climax hit Veronica, an Everest of an orgasm, "Aaaaaarrrgghh," she shrieked, "Yesssssss!"
Panting, Spencer slowed to a stop, resting her body on her equally discombobulated Mom, the two of them blown away by the experience they had just had. In many ways Veronica had wished it would never end, but she could tell by the fast beat of her daughter's heart and the gasps as she tried to take in oxygen that the younger woman had given her all for her Mom's explosive orgasms. Veronica could only hope Spencer had enjoyed it as much as she had.
The air began to feel cooler again as they stilled, even the body heat not warming them enough and Veronica felt the goose bumps returning as she gave a tiny shiver. Spencer reacted, lifting her head and smiling, "Shall we go inside and up to bed?"
"Yes, and you can have sex with me again," Veronica nodded her agreement.
*
It was so like a dream when Spencer awoke on Sunday morning she had to screw up her eyes and concentrate to confirm it wasn't. Outside the sun was shining and a bird had parked itself on a branch outside to serenade her with its song. But that was nothing compared to inside as beside a naked Spencer her equally nude Mom lay sleeping. On their first date her Mom had left early in the morning, leaving Spencer unsure of how it had gone, she had no doubts this time - not when her Mom was lying against her, looking so beautiful and peaceful. Gently Spencer levered herself up onto her elbow, careful not to wake her Mom, so she could look at her. Her Mom's mouth, which Spencer had kissed so often the night before, was curled in a small upwards smile as if she was dreaming a delightful dream. Beneath the covers Spencer could see the curve of her Mom's tits, boobs that Spencer had licked and suckled, taking the nipples into her mouth. Below that was her fuckable pussy that Spencer had taken full advantage of last night, first of all in the back yard and then several times in her bed, ramming it full of strap-on and making her Mom cry out in ecstasy as she climaxed again and again.
Her Mom gave a waking yawn and stretched, her arms pushing the covers away so that Spencer could see the top of her bosoms. She smiled as the Milf opened her eyes, "Morning."
"Morning Spencer," her Mom said sleepily.
"You're in my room," said Spencer as if it needed explaining.
"I know, I remember," her Mom smiled and yawned again, "What are you looking at?" she crinkled her face as if she'd woken up with an unsightly blemish.
"You," grinned Spencer, "You looked so hot and sexy and beautiful lying there I had to."
Her Mom smiled back, "Well you're a lovely sight to wake up to as well."
She pushed herself up and the covers fell away allowing Spencer a brief glimpse of the fully naked bosom before her Mom came in for a kiss. Spencer was happy with the trade-off, her lips moving over her Mom's as they came together. Breaking her Mom smiled, "And that's a great way to get up."
Putting her hand on her Mom's chest Spencer gently pushed, "It's a Sunday, why hurry. We can spend some more time on bed."
Her Mom went down with Spencer's encouragement, smiling as she lay on her back, "Doing what?"
"I'm sure we can think of something," Spencer grinned as she rolled on top of Veronica. Any further conversation was forestalled as their mouths again met in a passionate kiss. Spencer could feel the tickle of her Mom's tongue against her own, as they slipped and slid them around each other's mouths, licking and lapping. She could taste the older woman's saliva, feel her excitement and passion,. Their bodies rubbed together, thigh against thigh, stomach to stomach, tit to tit. Spencer could sense the vibration as her Mom moved under her, enjoying the moment as much as Spencer was.
The younger Hastings reached her hand down to between her Mom's legs and stroked the fleshy pussy lips gently and slowly. It still made her Mom react, shivering in pleasure her tongue pushed harder at Spencer and her hands hugged her tighter. Sure her Mom was ready the younger woman extended a finger and slid it into the waiting slot. The kissing broke long enough for her Mom to mutter a murmur of sexual appreciation before her lips closed back on her daughter's.
Spencer worked herself up and down the soaked cunt, the warm walls heating her finger and her heated finger warming the walls. Her Mom continued to vibrate and shiver under her, the movements getting harder as Spencer's thumb moved to circle her clit, driving the bud into the flesh and making her Mom shiver madly. Spencer moved her head from her Mom's mouth, partially to be able to listen to her Mom's sexual moans and cries, but also so that she could move it to the titties to lick and suck the stiff nipples as she played with pussy and clit below.
"Oooohhh, yes, Spencer, oooohhh you're so good, this feels so fine, ooooohhhh," Veronica groaned. The younger woman moved faster and harder, adding a second finger to the twat and slamming the hole open. Her Mom shook, "OOohhh, yessss, don't stop, yesssss."
Spencer's own pussy was burning with excitement, she needed some release herself and so she shifted position, straddling her Mom like a pair of scissors. She began to rub and massage her cunt at her Mom's, feeling the juice stream across their lips as they pressed and slipped together. Her Mom's smiled widened in excitement and her hand moved down to play with Spencer's cunt, as her daughter was doing to her. Spencer grinned back and went faster and harder, mentally daring her Mom to up her pace as well. The Milf met the challenge...
"MMmnnn, yesss, mmmmnn, urrrrhhh," Spencer groaned as her Mom's bare cunt pummelled hers. She could see the older woman's tits jiggling and swinging as the two Hastings bashed together. The cum made the sheets beneath them dampen, the more they went at it, the wetter they got. "MMmnnn, oooohh, this is good."
"Oooohhh, the best Sunday morning I've had," her Mom agreed, "You're so hot."
They were certainly warm, sweat trickling down them both and Spencer several times had to push her hair back as the strands stuck together and plastered her forehead. She gave another groan of excitement as her Mom's lips ran over her own cunt, cum dripping from both. "You're so hot as well," she grunted, pushing forward again so her Mom was on her back with Spencer on top, both of them rubbing and stroking the other's soaked twats. "Let me strap-on fuck you again."
"Yes," her Mom breathed heavily, her excitement obvious.
Spencer reached across the bed to her dresser, picking up the strap-on where she'd left if after the final fucking of the last night. She sat up and slipped it on, her Mom looking on with an expression of intense excitement on her face. The younger Hastings made a show of adjusting it, making sure it was over her own clit, and deliberately running her hand along the length, her fingers stretching round the girth. Her waiting Mom was almost fainting in anticipation, her fingers stroking her soaked cunt as the lust boiled over. Spencer turned to her Mom, "Let's do it back door style."
She didn't normally try for anal on her first date, but a little devil in her had suggested she try it with her Mom, just in case. She had been surprised when her Mom had agreed, but put it down to her Mom wanting to make a good impression. She hadn't wanted to chance her Mom saying no on the second, but she felt more confident now that her Mom would go for it again. Still she was aware that in the couple of seconds between her asking and her Mom going, "Yes, lets," she hadn't breathed.
"I'll put on some lube," Spencer stood up and walked over to the drawer where she kept her lubricant. She pulled out the tube, turning back to her Mom so the Milf could watch her work the gel into the thick toy. Veronica looked on with fascinated and undisguised lust, her tongue moving around her dry lips and her fingers down over her wet twat.
"On your back," grinned Spencer as she approached, "I want to look at your beautiful face as we fuck."
Her Mom was quick to obey, spreading her legs open and lifting them up as Spencer approached. The younger woman took a pillow and slid it under her Mom's lower back, further lifting her and then took her legs and guided them so the Milf's calves were resting against her shoulders. She looked down, seeing her Mom's face, open in anticipation. Spencer smiled, she had fucked enough butts over the last few years to know the expressions that went through a bottom, first there was, like her Mom, anticipation. Then pain as the ass was stretched open. Resolution came next as they were determined to take the cock in and show they could do it. Finally came the best facial feature of all - pleasure as the dick pounded them to climactic bliss.
"You're so hot and sexy Mom, you'll love this so much," Spencer gave early encouragement as her finger found the hole. She briefly stroked the rosebud, in the hope it would help relax and open her Mom, before pushing in her finger. Her Mom's face went through the next two stages, sudden pain as she was stretched and then, determination to stick it, like she was a housewife in the Blitz. Spencer twisted and turned her finger, further stretching the asshole. As she did she continued to smile at her Mom, "That's it Mom, you're doing well."
The Milf nodded, her lips pursed together so no sound could escape them. "I'm going to stick my dildo in," Spencer said, "You'll soon get used to it." Again her Mom nodded soundlessly, the Hastings determination and spirit evident in her expression and the way she wiggled her ass up for her daughter to take; there was no backing down or pausing, just a recognition that she had to get through the inevitable for the pleasure to follow.
With a practised skill Spencer guided the toy to the sphincter, resting it just long enough against the rosebud to make sure she was straight, and shoved. Her Mom gave a grimace as her ring was broken open and the chute beyond invaded by a thick slab of rubber, which stretched her open. Spencer was already pulling back and then even as her Mom's expression began to relax, powered forward again, making the Milf's mouth twist and her eyes open. Spencer smiled down, using one hand to hold the toy in place whilst with the other she rubbed her Mom's inner thigh encouragingly, "That's it, we both know you can take it, all the way in Mom."
Veronica nodded, "Fuck my ass, Spencer," there was a whimper in her words, but a strength there that said 'no surrender'.
Spencer drove forward, watching the toy further vanish between her Mom's cheeks. Her Mom made a noise. Spencer ignored it. She concentrated on making sure she was slamming the dick in at exactly the right pace - not too fast and hard, not too slow either - each thrust opening her Mom a little more and letting the Milf get used to accommodating the toy. Her Mom gave another noise and a buck, her face registering the surprise of someone going over a hill and seeing the view beyond. "OOOohhh..." there was no mistaking the pleasure in the groan and Spencer smiled and fed her Mom some more.
It wasn't long after that Spencer's thighs started to smack at her Mom's flesh as she fed the cock all the way in. With the dildo at its deepest depth, every thrust was further stretching the open tunnel, making it easier to fuck and less sore as the walls got used to it. Spencer grinned and moved up a notch, increasing the pace and power. Her Mom shuddered and moaned, her fingers down at her slit, rubbing the wet lips and dipping a finger into the hole to massage the inside. "Oooohhh, oooohh, you're right Spencer, this is so good. Uuurhhh, yes, give me that dick in my butt."
Spencer drove in harder, slamming the toy as far in as she could. Her Mom was now at the final stage, where pleasure took over and Spencer wanted to make sure that the orgasms were as strong and powerful as the younger woman could make them. There was another reason as well, the toy rubbed at her own clit, pressing down on the bud and the harder Spencer went the more the toy satisfied her. She grinned with her own pleasure as she hammered in to maximise her Mom's. "Your ass is so hot and fuckable, I could bang it forever."
"Yes, Spencer baby, ram it open, fuck it so hard. I want your dildo stretching my ass so far you could shove a brick up it, oooooohhh, yesssss, yesssss!" Veronica squealed in reply. Her back bent and her body rocked as she worked herself onto the cock, her fingers strumming her cunt so fast it was like she was a thrash metal guitarist. "Yessss, yessss, fill me with your dick! Oooohhh don't ever stop!"
Sweat trickled down Spencer's brow and cum formed on her cunt as she hammered the dick into her Mom. Her Mom might be getting the most from it, bawling in ecstasy and shaking like she was a leaf in a gale, but plenty of pleasure was jetting round Spencer, her pussy being hit by volts of excitement, leaving it buzzing and burning in sexual bliss. She grasped her Mom's calves, sliding her hands up to near the ankles and holding them like levers as she pounded in and out. Her Mom shrieked again, "Aaaarrrghhh, yessss, aaaarrggghhh, my ass, slam it, aaaaarrrghhh, you're so good!"
It felt as close to perfection as you could get on Earth, having her Mom beneath her, cumming from the ass fucking, her own cunt soaked and pleasured from the toy. Looking down Spencer could see her Mom's boobs bouncing and jiggling, like two jellies on a plate during a storm. Her Mom's cunt was slick and wet, glistening with cum, getting juicer all the time as her Mom continually reached down to stroke and finger it, adding to her pleasure. "This butt is the best," Spencer grinned, "It's as sexy as the rest of you."
"Your strap-on cock is so big and hard, I love having it in me. Just fuck me more and more, my ass can't get enough," Veronica groaned, forcing herself down onto the toy and gasping as it entered her deep. "Ooohh, make me cum again, I want to cum so hard."
It was Spencer who had a determined expression now as she set about fulfilling her Mom's wish. She hammered in as hard and fast as she could, putting every ounce of her strength into battering the butt-hole. It paid off for the younger Hastings quickly, as her own pussy sang a song of sexual joy, juice seeping out like she was leaking cum. Her Mom was squealing and screaming as well, her head pressed hard against the bed and she arched so much that her back was raised all the way to her butt. The dildo rammed in harder, the slap of Spencer's thighs against her Mom so loud they almost drowned out the orgasmic squeals. The younger Hastings panted and puffed, sweat dripping down her like she was melting. "Take it, take it," she grunted, unable to say anymore without wheezing with the effort.
"Yessss, aaaarrgghhhh, yessss, my ass, yesssss," her Mom's screams got louder and louder, before reaching a crescendo of high-pitched shrieks. "AAAAarrrrghhh" she screamed, no words decipherable, "Aaaaarrrrrghhhh!"
Panting Spencer pulled the dick out and collapsed down on her Mom, the Milf letting her legs drop and cushioning her daughter's fall. The younger Hastings rested her head on her Mom's ample boobs, getting her breath back.
"There's no hurry to get up," her Mom said with a smile, "We can stay in bed all day."
"Yes, I'd like that," said Spencer, rising enough to kiss her Mom, before falling back down, "Give me ten to recover and we can do it again."
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