Mom and Daughter: An Unexpected Evening

It all started on that fateful day when my neighbor and I got stuck in the elevator. The heat, the cramped space, and suddenly her eyes lit up with such a lustful gleam. "Let's not waste time," she whispered, unzipping my fly. Before I knew it, she turned around, lifted her skirt, and guided my cock into her tight ass herself. Anal sex in the elevator was wild, rough—she moaned, pushed back, demanding deeper, harder. When the elevator finally jerked and started moving, we were both soaked in sweat and her juices. Since then, it became our secret. I would often visit her, and we fucked in all sorts of ways: first, she would suck my cock, taking my

balls all the way in, her lips sliding, her tongue swirling around the head until I came in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. Then I would enter her pussy—wet, hot, she would grip me with her walls, writhing beneath me, screaming from orgasm. But I especially loved her ass: it became so pliant, her anus pulsating, taking me whole. Fucking her was a pleasure—as a man, I enjoyed every hole, every position.

A little time passed, and then her daughter knocked on my door. This girl, about twenty years old, with a firm figure and a bold gaze, barged into the apartment and, without a word, pushed me onto the bed. "I know about mom," she giggled, taking off her coat. Underneath was a latex suit: tight, shiny, with cutouts on her tits and crotch. "But I like it rougher." She straddled me, digging her nails into my shoulders, and slid my cock onto her pussy herself. The sex was fierce—she demanded spanks on her ass, pulled my hair while I pounded her pussy, then flipped over and offered her ass. The latex squeaked, her anus was tight but greedy; I fucked her roughly, and she came, squealing and scratching the sheets. Since then, we met in secret, and I realized: she's into BDSM games, pain mixed with pleasure.

But that evening… I almost lost my mind. The doorbell rang, I opened the door—and was stunned. On the doorstep stood not just mom and daughter, but two brightly made-up whores: lips scarlet as blood, eyes lined in black, short leather dresses barely covering their thighs, fishnet stockings hugging their slender legs, and on their feet—high stiletto boots. "Ready for a surprise, honey?" purred the neighbor, while her daughter already grabbed my shirt, kissing my neck. I didn't have time to say anything—they dragged me into the bedroom, undressing me on the way. The dresses came off, revealing naked bodies: mom's mature tits with hard nipples, daughter's firm buttocks. They pushed me onto the bed, and a chaos of lust began.

First, mom straddled my face, her pussy dripping onto it while I licked her clit, and the daughter deep-throated my cock, sucking with a vacuum, her tongue caressing my balls. Then they switched: I entered mom's ass, she moaned, pushing back, while the daughter licked her tits, fingering her clit. "Fuck my ass harder!" mom screamed, and I pounded, feeling her anus clench. The daughter didn't lag behind—she offered her pussy, and I moved to her, entering deep while mom sat on her face, making her daughter lick her. They caressed each other: mom pinched the daughter's nipples, the daughter slid her fingers into mom's pussy, and this sight drove me crazy—seeing them kiss, saliva flowing, bodies rubbing. I came in the daughter's mouth, but they gave no respite: mom got on all fours, the daughter underneath her, and I alternated—in mom's ass, in the daughter's pussy, their moans merging into an orchestra. They came together, spraying juices, and I drenched them with cum—on their faces, in their mouths, on their tits. Never had there been anything like it—a triple ecstasy, where mom and daughter became one lustful whore, tearing me apart with pleasure!