Heavenly sex

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I'm enjoying a steam bath, my head and back resting on a massage mat, my eyes half-open, feeling the heat seep into every inch of my skin.
This is the happiest time of my day because I can leave the world behind, completely relax, and let my thoughts wander freely. Whenever my mind is clear, my fingers instinctively explore every part of my body. Finally, inevitably, those fingers bend and enter my vulva between my legs.
I lay in an oversized bathtub, adorned with enormous black and brown agate slabs. An oval bowl was filled with hot water and aromatic salts. The faucets, carved with swan heads, were gold, their artistic necks—the plugs—also gold, like the wings on either side. Beside the bathtub, in the niche beside it, was a large mirror stretching from floor to ceiling. And in that mirror, I saw my 17-year-old daughter, Cecilia, enter the bathroom.
As I pulled my hand off my thigh, I whispered angrily, "Suelis?" Then I said, "I've said that several times already. Now, I'll say it again: knock before you enter the bathroom."
She was wearing a blue t-shirt and a white culotte. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra when her nipples made two protrusions on the t-shirt.
"Sorry, Mom, I think I forgot again. But you've been in the bathroom for far too long." I could see her two rows of white teeth when she smiled. She added, "I saw what you were doing."
"Really? What do you think?" I asked. I felt my cheeks turn red with sudden embarrassment. I added, "As you can see, I was just taking a shower."
"Mom, stop pretending! I know you're DIY," she chuckled. She sat on the edge of the bathtub, next to me. When she looked at my naked body, there wasn't a trace of embarrassment or shyness on her face. She said, "Hehe...Mom, you know what? It doesn't really matter what you did. Oh, I have a suggestion, can I soak in the bathtub with you?"
"Wh...what..." As my mind went blank, trying to recall what I had just heard, Cecilia had already stood up straight beside the bathtub and swiftly removed her t-shirt and skirt. When she pulled her underwear down over her long legs, what came into view was a tuft of dark, inverted triangle-shaped pubic hair. Then she quickly got her naked body into the bathtub and sat facing me.
"Hmm... the water temperature is just right," she said.
The bathtub was large enough for my daughter and me to sit comfortably inside. Although I was initially a little surprised that my daughter was in the tub with me, after a while I realized it was not only harmless but also quite stimulating, and I felt my body relax again.
After all, she's my daughter, and there's nothing wrong with bathing with her. I closed my eyes and lay back down on the massage mat. When I felt my daughter's hand move up my leg to my knee, I still didn't intend to open my eyes. But after a few seconds, her fingertips began to lightly wander along the inside of my thigh. Seeing that I didn't resist, she put her hand under the water and moved her fingertips until they touched my labia.
Just then, I looked up and stared at her. "Sureth, what are you doing?!" I shouted.
"It's just a game, Mom," she said.
As she began to gently caress me, a thought struck me. Her skillful movements told me that my seventeen-year-old daughter was definitely not a novice when it came to how to caress a woman's body.
Suddenly, she moved forward, her entire body between my legs, her fingers continuing their work. As she leaned forward to kiss my lips, I had the illusion of being in a dream, finding myself responding to her actions. Mouth to mouth, I allowed her tongue into my mouth, while her fingers advanced deeper into my vagina. Her fingers, inserted inside my vagina, brought me incredible pleasure from the submerged movements, and my hips involuntarily swayed gently with the movement of her fingers.
When she stopped and removed her hands from between my thighs, I actually let out a sigh tinged with disappointment.
Cecilia's words struck me like a thunderbolt. She said, "Mom, let's get out of the bathtub and go to bed. You know what? I'm burning with desire. I'm ready to climax with you." Her body moved away from my legs, water droplets dripping from her skin onto the floor. She stood beside the bathtub and took my hand.
Hearing the word "dry" from my daughter gave me a strange thrill, and I gripped her hand tightly. I let her pull me out of the bathtub, and then, like a docile puppy, I let her lead me to the bed. On the way to the room, the water droplets from our showers dampened the wooden floor.
She pushed me onto the bed from behind, pressing her entire body against mine. For a while, her lips were pressed tightly against mine before she continued kissing me. She spent a few minutes sucking on one of my nipples, then licking my abdomen, and finally burying her head between my thighs. As her tongue kissed my swollen labia and the tip of my vaginal walls, I naturally placed my legs on her shoulders.
At this moment, she became even more passionate, sucking and licking my genitals. When her lips enveloped my clitoris, I couldn't help but start moaning loudly. As I felt her tongue swirling around, I couldn't resist clamping my legs tightly around her face. To express some kind of gratitude for the pleasure she gave me, my moans became even deeper and more frenzied.
I longed for her to feel the joy I was experiencing, and I cried out, "Sullivan... my dear daughter... I want... I want..."
She seemed to read my mind. She licked my genitals while turning me upside down. Now we were in a 69 position, my face buried between her knees. First, my nose twitched, stimulated by her uniquely feminine scent, followed by my first experience—my first time kissing another woman's genitals. My tongue quickly found her clitoris.
As we made love, the mother and daughter's pleasurable moans mingled together, creating one passionate symphony after another.
We lay naked on the bed, pressed close together. My arms were on Cecilia's body, and her head was resting on my shoulder. A strange feeling crept into my heart: I felt no remorse or guilt for what had just happened.
I thought I should feel shame or something like that. But after my sexual desire was released, all I felt was warmth. After experiencing the most pleasurable orgasm of my life, my mind was blank.
"My dear Cecilia, this isn't your first time sleeping with another woman, am I right?" Without giving her any time to refute, I moved my hand down, cupping her breasts like a glass. As my fingers gently kneaded her nipples, I knew through my palms that they were slowly hardening. I said again, "Am I right?"
She kissed my neck, moved closer to me, and said, "Yes." She added, "But you should know, it's not my fault. Blame Aunt Claire. After all, she's your friend, not mine."
"Claire? You mean Annabelle Claire? Why should she be held responsible for this?" I asked.
Sully replied with a laugh, "Because she taught me how to make love. Last year when you and Dad went on your trip to Europe, didn't you arrange for Aunt Claire to stay with me? However, I saw her having sex with her husband, so they invited me to join in. They didn't rape me or use any other means to force me to submit; they just did it in front of me for a while, making me feel incredibly hot. That's how the three of us had a sex party."
I simply couldn't believe what I was hearing. Indeed, Annabelle has been my best friend for the past five years, but I never imagined she would do something like this.
"Darling, do you mean that Mr. Ted Clyde also had a relationship with you?" I asked.
"Yes, although he's a bit strange," she replied, adding, "He likes me to pee on his face." My body shuddered as she licked my ear. "Mom, you know what? I want more. I have some belt-style dildos in my room. If I go back to get them, can you use them to fuck me?"
Before I could even reply, she had already impatiently rolled out of bed, naked, and slowly walked across the floor until her figure disappeared into the hallway. Less than a minute later, she returned to the bedroom with a brightly colored dildo. Amidst laughter and jokes, I put on the underwear with the dildo attached, and then Sully Sue lay flat on the bed, spreading her legs wide.
"Fuck me, Mom! Right now... I need you to fuck me..."
My heart pounded as I climbed onto the bed and knelt between my daughter's thighs. Carefully, I touched the ball-shaped head of the dildo to her labia. I slowly pushed the dildo forward, and as the tip entered her vagina, she began to breathe softly. I lowered myself until I was completely on top of Cecilia, then I moved my hips, inserting the dildo into her vagina, while simultaneously kissing her and putting my tongue inside her mouth.
I started swaying my hips, I started fucking her, and the frequency of my thrusts gradually increased. This continued until I suddenly bit her tongue and then thrust my massive, hammer-like dildo all the way into her vagina. I parted her lips, and as Sully was about to climax, she began to scream wildly.
"Fuck me... harder... you bitch... deeper... fuck me... fuck me... oh oh oh oh oh oh..."
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Epilogue: Today is the second day after the encounter. Cecilia, Claire, and I are discussing many things that happened between my daughter and me. Claire says that Ted only ejaculated on Cecilia a few times. According to her, her husband simply watched her and Cecilia have sex while masturbating. However, on a few occasions, Ted would ask Cecilia to urinate on him after sex.
Cecilia said that she was initially reluctant because the request seemed a bit perverse, but after Annabelle's persistent persuasion, she eventually agreed. Furthermore, they laid out some kind of massage mat on the floor and made love on it until the floor was completely wet. Cecilia finally admitted that for her, urinating on Ted was now another way to achieve orgasm.

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