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Like Mother, Like Daughter (Part 3)

Jeff's girlfriend and her mom have a lot in common.

Chapter 5 -- The Wild Birthday.

Ten minutes later...

The television had been muted for at least the past five minutes as Abby sat in stunned silence. Did two porn stars head upstairs or was it her mother and boyfriend? She couldn't recall ever being this loud. Skin hammering into skin, Mom's constant yelping, or screaming, or whatever the hell noise she was making, and Jeff's clearly audible dirty talk—it was a barrage of sounds. And what about when she heard Jeff ask her mother who owned her? Mom shouted back, 'You do, Daddy!' Who's birthday was it again? It sure seemed like Mom was enjoying this more than anyone.

But maybe that was a good thing. Abby had been seeing her parents in a different light after the discovery that Dad wasn't taking care of Mom. Her mother was amazing! She was so kind, and sweet, and loving, and a woman like that deserved the world.

"Fuck me harder!"


Mom demanding to be fucked harder followed by a deafening slap? Yeah, Abby could connect the dots. Jeff and Mom were going at it doggy style, and the brunette sitting all alone on the couch was starting to get jealous. She loved doggy style! It was Jeff and her go-to position. And that slap had to be Jeff cracking Mom on the ass. That was their thing! Rough sex!


That was hard. Really hard. What if she took a quick peek to make sure they were alright? Mom had never been with a guy like Jeff before, and her boyfriend had a tendency to get carried away—especially when he was excited, and she'd never seen him as overjoyed as he was tonight.

But then again, they were two consenting adults. She wasn't really worried about their safety, was she? She told herself she wouldn't do this! Tonight was about Jeff and Mom, so why was she growing envious? What was going to happen? Was her boyfriend going to run off with her mother? Of course not. These were the two people she trusted most in the world, so she was just going to watch the rest of her movie and enjoy the night. Easy-peasy.

Thirty seconds later...

The loud sounds of rough sex were growing as Abby climbed the stairs. A quick check on these two wouldn't hurt anyone. Okay, she'll admit it: she might be a bit jealous. Actually, yeah, she was jealous. But still, Mom sounded like she was being broken in half and that worried her. She made her way down the upstairs hallway and to her closed parent's bedroom door. She silently cracked it open an inch and sneaked a look inside.

She knew it!

Mom was bent over the edge of her bed, and being held in the air by a handful of her long, brown hair. She was completely naked with only her sexy white high heels on. And it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess what her boyfriend was up to. Just like when they had sex, he was attempting to fuck her senseless.

"" Claire moaned, now being impaled as her body stayed suspended above the bed. "Har-har-harder!"

Jeff grunted through clenched teeth, "Little fuckin' slut," before resuming his mission of destroying his girlfriend's mom. "Who are you gonna call when you wanna get fucked?"

"You-you, oh my God, you!"

He pushed her upper-body down onto the mattress and grabbed onto her hips, continuing his onslaught on her helpless pussy. "Maybe I'm dating the wrong girl."

Claire was drooling. She'd never felt anything like this before. This kid easily had three inches on her husband, and he was using every single one of them. But his girth was the real difference maker. She was being stretched in ways never deemed possible. There wasn't some average, half-hard dick giving her a mediocre lay. No, she had a big, thick stud who was hellbent on claiming her as his own. The two quick orgasms she'd already experienced on his fat cock was evidence of that.

"Maybe it's time you and I start going out," he mumbled as he gave her a vicious thrust forward.

Claire emphatically yelped. Every part of her pussy felt that. Maybe it was a good thing Stan never wanted to touch her, because chances are he wouldn't be able to feel a thing for the next few weeks. Her insides were being completely rearranged.

"Abby is getting on my nerves anyway."

Clare attempted to look back. "What?"

"I'm just kidding!" Jeff laughed. "I know you're at the door, Abby! I can see you!"

The door pushed opened to reveal a not so assumed brunette still in her orange spaghetti dress. "Getting on your nerves?"

"It was a joke!" he chuckled, now slowly moving inside Mrs. P. "I could see you at the door the entire time! Get over here. I want a kiss."

She defiantly placed her hands on her hips.

"Are you not listening to Daddy?" he questioned, his sly grin fueling Abby's playful side. "You know what happens when you're a bad girl."

"I get punished," Abby answered.

Claire was ready to explode again. It didn't have anything to do with the guy behind her either. It was the fact her daughter had the exact relationship she wanted! These two needed to get married, and have kids, and oh yeah, Grandma was going to require a few hours alone with her son-in-law every week...

"Get your sexy ass over here, young lady," he smirked.

Abby pouted the entire way across the bedroom until she was standing next to boyfriend. She quickly dropped her act and hoisted herself up onto her tippy-toes so she could make out with her man.

"Oh my God, you need to fuck me."

He began pumping inside Mrs. P's snug pussy again while he intensely kissed Abby. Remember when Jeff thought he had the greatest life ever because he was getting blown on the couch by his girlfriend? Forget that. Making out with the world's most amazing eighteen-year-old girl while fucking the hottest mom alive? Now this was the life of a king.

His mouth moved to Abby's ear where he whispered something. Her eyes lit up in response.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"It's my birthday, isn't it?" he smiled. "Hey, Mrs. P, close your eyes for a minute."

Claire's eyes immediately shut. She would do anything for this guy. If he told her to go make him a birthday cake, then she would rush downstairs and make him the best cake he'd ever eaten. If he demanded she divorce Stan and move in with him, then she would have a serious discussion with her daughter about that very topic. So if he wanted something as simple as for her to close her eyes, then she was taking a trip to a world of darkness for however long he wanted.

Two minutes passed and the only thing she heard was faint moving, slight giggles, and the sound of something being placed on the bed.

Jeff finally spoke up, "Keep your eyes shut, Mrs. P. Now, believe me, I'm just as surprised by this as you're going to be, but it looks like someone really warmed up to the idea of what's happening. No one has ever had a better birthday than me. Okay, open 'em."

Claire's eyes opened and she instantly gasped. Lying in front of her, completely naked, with her legs parted: was her daughter.

A firm hand gripped the back of her brunette head and slowly began pushing her toward Abby's completely shaven vagina. This was wrong. So wrong! Incest wasn't part of the plan tonight. She was supposed to have her daughter's boyfriend all to herself. But once again, Claire found herself giving in. If this is what Jeff wanted, then the birthday boy was going to get his wish.

"That's so fucking hot..."

Jeff was officially in heaven: inside the perfectly wet, warm, and tight Mrs. P, while she lapped away at his amazing girlfriend's flawless pussy. He had a mother and daughter going at it for him! Every guy's fantasy is two girls at the same time, but he'd taken that dream to the next level. And listening to his girlfriend moan as a result of her mom caused him to start pounding away again. He suddenly had a new goal...

These two were going to cum at the same time.

"She likes fingers," Jeff reminded her.

Claire's right index finger did the unimaginable and joined her tongue, rubbing along the outside of the one part of her daughter she couldn't believe she was playing with. Abby's trim pussy lips were glistening thanks to her wetness and now a friendly tongue. And just like that, the finger exploring her eighteen-year-old labia swiftly disappeared inside her tight hole.

"Fuck..." moaned Abby.

How could her daughter even fit Jeff inside her? One finger alone was a tight fit. Her left index finger pulled back her clitoral hood to reveal the little pleasure button her tongue was about to become very familiar with. The idea of doing something like this just minutes ago was unfathomable, but that was before she had a man like Jeff in her life. Stan wouldn't be able to get her to kiss another girl, let alone take part in the indecency her mouth was moving closer to. And then Claire did it. She officially crossed the line.

She ran her tongue over her daughter's clit.

Jeff was in quite the predicament. On one hand, he wanted to destroy Mrs. P. He wanted her walking sideways for the rest of the week. The idea of giving her something Mr. P couldn't was hard to pass up. That guy didn't deserve a wife at all, and here he was, with all-day access to a perfect ten. And what was that asshole doing with his amazing situation? Not even taking care of his wife! But on the other hand, the more he limited his thrusting, the louder the moans that were fleeing from Abby's adorable mouth.

His cute girlfriend was off in a world of pleasure: the back of her head pressed against the mattress, her closed eyes pointed skyward, both hands gripping the blankets, and her body writhing around courtesy of her mother's mouth. And at the end of the day, Abby always came first. She was his number one priority in life. So if not teeing off on her mother resulted in her cumming harder, then he was going to be a good boyfriend and only fuck her mom kind of hard.

Abby was right there. Mom's was hitting all the spots. Her tongue was like a magnet on her clit while her finger provided highly concentrated bliss—all focused in one tiny region of her body. It was a sensation of fullness meeting one of oral heaven. It turns out Jeff and Mom had something in common: they were both amazing with their mouths.

"Don't stop, Mom."

Did she really just say, Mom? Well, that's what she was, wasn't it? It was time to look past all the weirdness because Abby was about to cum all over her own mother's tongue.

Jeff's hands locked tighter on those sexy hips of Mrs. P's while her perky ass bounced with every thrust forward. He knew Abby was close. His girlfriend's squirms were looking an awful lot like when she was moments away from exploding. His birthday wouldn't be complete without getting these two to cum at the same time. It hadn't taken him long to figure out what got Mrs. P off, and that was rough, aggressive sex. So he did what worked the previous two times—he began hammering into her to bring her right to the edge.

"Oh-oh my-my-my God!"

He was pummeling Mrs. P now and her cries were all too familiar. Just like her daughter, she was about to erupt.

And then the birthday boy got his wish. Abby's hands left the bed and grabbed two handfuls of her mom's hair as she wailed out in orgasmic euphoria. The way she wiggled and writhed while losing her mind drove him crazy. His smart, savvy, sarcastic girlfriend always turned into a blubbery mess when she came, and her mom wasn't all that different.

Claire was trying her hardest to keep her tongue on her daughter's clit as her finger went limp inside her. It was happening again! Three times! Three fuckin' times! Stan probably made her cum three times in the past ten years, but it only took this stud ten minutes, and he never even went down on her! It was all from that perfect cock of his. It was a world of heat and every part of her body was on fire. She didn't care anymore. This kid was moving into the guest room. She needed this fire in her life! Daily!

Loud panting and moaning created a symphony of post-orgasmic elation as the mother and daughter both attempted to catch their breath. Abby still couldn't believe she came all over her mom's tongue, while Claire was trying to grasp the idea of orgasming three times from intercourse. Neither girl said anything, but they were both on the same page: they were up for doing anything Jeff wanted tonight.

He slid out of that warm, wet slit of paradise and gave Mrs. P a firm smack on the ass for good measure. Her yelp was a reminder of who owned her pussy from now on. The next time Mr. P was actually up for initiating something, he wanted a firm 'no' as a response. The only who had access to this mature goddess was going to be him.

"Get up on the bed," he ordered, watching his girlfriend's mom instantly follow his command.

His big hand wrapped around Abby's petite shin and pulled her over to him, so her legs were now dangling off the bed. Every crazy porn threesome he'd ever watched was being speedily processed in his mind and he'd landed on the perfect position. Having these two girls wasn't enough. He wanted them to get dirty for him. They could save their ladylike behavior for guys like Mr. P. Real men like Jeff got women's inner porn stars. He got their slutty sides.

"Sit on her face."

No hesitation, no asking questions, and no resistance. This was his movie and he was the director. Mrs. P swiftly moved over to her daughter and sat on her face, her knees resting on the comfy mattress as complete joy washed over her. He didn't even need to instruct Abby. His girlfriend was well-schooled. She was a good girl for Daddy after all. And what do good girls do? They return the favor, of course.

Abby was eating her mother out.

Jeff pushed inside his girlfriend and immediately smiled. How did a forty-one-year-old mother and an eighteen-year-old girl—who was recently a virgin, both feel so similar? They were both so tight and warm. Their snugness gripped him like a mitten. He had two perfect pussies at his disposal and he wasn't about to let either one of them go to waste.

He reached out and pulled Mrs. P closer to him by the back of her head and kissed her. His tongue deep inside her mouth, his cock stretching his tight girlfriend, and Mrs. P's vagina being fully attended to thanks to Abby's tongue. This wasn't porn or some outlandish fantasy—this was his awesome life, and things were about to get even more amazing.

His mouth left those intoxicating lips and clamped back around her nipple as he began playing with her breasts. Those tits needed to become commonplace in his life from this moment forward. These boobs should be out and wrapped around his cock whenever Mr. P went off to his study to take care of some work related issue. Why did it only have to be on his birthday? Shit, he probably loved Mrs. P more than her dumbass husband did. These were his tits from now on.

"I want to tell you something," Jeff spoke up, reluctantly taking a break from the world's most perfect set of breasts. "Your husband is a fuckin' bum."

"Jeff!" Abby shouted.

Claire promptly sat down more firmly on her daughter's face, smothering her in the process so she couldn't speak.

"It needs to be said," he went on. "I can't stand the guy. He's always in such a bad mood and it's like he doesn't realize what an angel he's married to. I want you coming out with us from now on. If you're around and Abby and I are going out to eat or whatever, you're invited. You deserve to spend time around people who care about you. Not some fuckin' asshole."

Claire leaned in and kissed him again. Someone finally said the exact thing she'd felt for almost her entire marriage! See, she wasn't delusional. Jeff had only known her for a few months, and he understood her situation perfectly. Stan was a dick and she deserved better!

"The guy probably can't fuck either," he commented after she broke off their kiss.

Abby attempted to say something but her words were muffled. The only thing she could do was keep working on bringing Mom to orgasm number four.

"Not like you," Claire smiled. "I've never had anything like you."

"Yeah, well, maybe we should sit him down some night so I can give him some lessons," Jeff laughed. "We'll put a kid's chair off to the side and he can watch his wife get fucked properly."

She was about to let him in on a secret she'd been holding onto for the past two months. "It might be my fault Stan is a jerk to you."

Jeff curiously stared at her as he slowly fucked his girlfriend.

"Okay, so he didn't seem to like you right off the bat, but things—" Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Abby was really pushing her buttons now. It wouldn't be much longer until she went off again. "Things kinda got worse after I said something."

"Said something?"

"We were lying in bed one night and I was watching a show about older women and younger men," she admitted. "I guess I made some noise or something and it caught his attention. I don't totally know what I did to be honest with you, but like usual, it annoyed Stan. Long story short, he asked me if I had fantasies about younger guys. Like, why would he even care, right? He never wants anything to do with me sexually, but he was totally hung up on this. So, I told him the truth: that I had a thing for young guys."

"Is that right?" Jeff asked with a grin.

Claire attempted to collect herself. Abby had quite the tongue on her. "Yeah, that's right. He asked me if I thought about guys from the gym, or work, or whatever, and I had a complete moment of honesty. I told him there's one guy who kinda makes his way into my alone time more than he probably should. I told him I thought about you."

His mouth latched onto the pouty lips of the busty angel in front of him as he began feverishly pumping inside his girlfriend. He fuckin' knew it! Mrs. P thought about him! Who knows how often either? Was it only when she was playing with herself? Or maybe it was during those rare occasions when Mr. P actually took an interest in her? Who cares! The only thing that mattered was he was on her mind, and that meant this sexually repressed woman deserved to be fully attended to tonight.

Jeff's lips moved to her neck before he gave his girlfriend a request, "You better make her cum, Abby."

Yeah, Abby was on that. Not that she had much of a choice. Mom was grinding on her face and judging by her moans: she was almost there. This night was becoming less about Jeff and more about Mom. Just how stifled was her love life? Was Dad really that big of a zero inside the bedroom? Her mother deserved to cum again, even if it was her tongue doing the work.

Claire lost control of her body as she fell forward into Jeff's strong hold. Four times! She was cumming again! And this time she had a stud worshiping her neck while she erupted all over her daughter's face. She could get used to this treatment. Being idolized from every possible angle was pretty freakin' awesome. Stan didn't want to kiss her, let alone go down on her. And what was going on now? She was getting both of those

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