Heavenly sex

Original Title: Celestial Encounter Original Author: storylady
Translator: Wind Wolf

I am 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 always instinctively explore every part of my body. Finally, inevitably, those fingers bend and enter my vulva between my legs.
I am lying in an extra-large bathtub, decorated with huge black and brown agate pieces. And in this oval bowl, it is filled with hot water and aromatic salts. The faucet, engraved with swan heads, was gold, as was the artistically designed neck of the spout, like its wings. Beside the niche where the bathtub was located, there was a large floor-to-ceiling mirror. And in that mirror, my 17-year-old daughter, Sully, was seen entering the bathroom.
As I pulled my hands from my thighs, I snapped softly, "Sully?" Then I said, "I've said this so many times. Now, I'll say it again: knock before you enter the bathroom."
She was wearing a blue t-shirt and white culottes. 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." When she smiled, I could see her two rows of white teeth. She said again, "I saw what you just did."
"Really? What do you think?" I asked. I felt my cheeks flush with sudden shame. I said again, "Just as you saw, I was just taking a bath."
"Mom, don't pretend! I know you were DIY," she chuckled. She sat on the edge of the bathtub beside me. There wasn't a trace of embarrassment or shyness on her face as she looked at my naked body. 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..." While my mind was in a daze, trying to recall what I had just heard, Sully was already standing upright beside the bathtub, and with lightning speed, she took off her t-shirt and skirt. As she pulled her panties down her long legs, a tuft of dark, inverted triangle-shaped pubic hair came into view. She then quickly waded into the bathtub, sitting face-to-face with me.
"Hmm... the water temperature is just right," she said.
The bathtub was large enough for both of us to sit comfortably inside. Although I was initially a little surprised that my daughter was in the tub with me, after a while, I thought it was not only harmless but also quite stimulating, and I felt my body relax again.
After all, she was my daughter, and there was nothing wrong with bathing with her. I closed my eyes and lay my head back on the massage mat. When I felt my daughter's hand moving from my calf up to my knee, I still didn't intend to open my eyes. But after a few seconds, her fingertips began to lightly roam along the inside of my thigh. Seeing that I didn't object, she placed her hand under the water, moving her fingertips until they touched my labia.
Just then, I looked up, staring at her. "Surris, what are you doing?!" I exclaimed.
"Just playing a game, Mom," she said.
As she began to gently caress me, a thought struck me. Her practiced movements told me that my seventeen-year-old daughter was no novice when it came to caressing 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 an incredible pleasure, and my hips involuntarily swayed gently with the movement of her fingers.
When she stopped and withdrew her hands from between my thighs, I let out a sigh tinged with disappointment.
Sully'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, now free from my legs, dripped water onto the floor. She stood beside the bathtub and took my hand.
Hearing the word "go to bed" from my daughter's mouth 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 soaked the wooden floor.
She pushed me onto the bed from behind, pressing her entire body against mine. For a while, her lips were pressed against mine before she continued kissing me. She spent a few minutes sucking on one of my nipples, then licking my belly, 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 point, she became even more passionate, sucking and licking my genitals. When her lips took my clitoris into her mouth, I couldn't help but start moaning loudly. As I felt her tongue swirling around, I couldn't help but clamp my legs tightly around her face. To express some kind of gratitude for the pleasure she gave me, my moans became heavier and more frantic.
I longed for her to feel the pleasure I was experiencing, and I cried out, "Sureth... my good daughter... I want... I want..."
She seemed to understand my thoughts. She turned me over, licking my genitals. Now we were in a 69 position, my face buried between her knees. First, my nose contracted, stimulated by her uniquely feminine scent, followed by my first experience of my life—kissing another woman's genitals for the first time. My tongue quickly found her clitoris. The
pleasurable moans of mother and daughter mingled together as we made love, creating a series of passionate symphonies.
Still naked, we lay on the bed, pressed tightly together. My arms were on Cecilia's body, her head resting on my shoulder. It felt strange that I felt no regret or guilt for what had just happened.
I thought I should feel shame or something like that. But after the release of my sexual desire, all I felt was warmth. After experiencing the most pleasurable orgasm of my life, my mind was blank.
“My dear Sully, this isn’t the first time you’ve slept with other women, am I right?” Without giving her any time to think of a rebuttal, I moved my hand down, cupping her breasts like a glass. As my fingers gently kneaded her nipples, I knew through my palms they were slowly hardening. I said again, “Am I right?”
She kissed my neck, moving closer to me, and said, “Yes.” She added, “But you should know this isn’t my fault. Blame Aunt Claire. After all, she’s your friend, not mine.”
“Claire? You mean Annabelle Claire? Why should she be responsible?” I asked.
“Because she taught me how to make love,” Suzanne laughed. “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 making love with her husband, so they invited me to join them. They didn’t rape me or use any other means to force me; they just did it in front of me for a while, making me feel incredibly hot. And so, the three of us had a sex party.”
I simply couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Indeed, Annabel had been my best friend for almost five years, but I never imagined she would do something like this.
“Darling, do you mean Mr. Ted Claire 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 leather-belt dildos in my room. If I go back to get them, can you use them to fuck me?"
Before I could answer, she had already impatiently rolled off the bed, naked, and slowly walked across the floor until her figure disappeared into the hallway. In less than a minute, 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 lay flat on the bed, spreading her legs wide.
"Fuck me, Mom! Now… I need you to fuck me…"
My heart pounded. I climbed onto the bed and knelt between my daughter's thighs. Carefully, I touched the ball-shaped head of the dildo to my daughter's labia. I slowly pushed the dildo forward, and when the tip of the penis entered her vagina, she began to breathe softly. I lowered myself until I was completely on top of Cecilia, then I thrust my hips, inserting the dildo into her vagina while kissing her and putting my tongue in her mouth.
I began to thrust, gradually increasing the frequency of my strokes. This continued until I suddenly bit her tongue and shoved the entire dildo, like a giant hammer, into her vagina. My lips parted, and as Cecilia approached orgasm, she began to scream wildly.
"Fuck me... harder... you bitch... deeper... fuck me... fuck me... oh oh oh oh oh oh..." ***
*** *** *** Afterword
: Today is the second day after the encounter. I, Sully, and Claire are discussing many things that happened between my daughter and me. Claire says that Ted only ejaculated on Sully a few times. According to her, her husband just watched her and Sully have sex while masturbating. Only a few times, however, Ted would ask Sully to urinate on him after sex.
Suzelle said that she was initially unwilling because the request was somewhat perverse, but after Annabel's persistent persuasion, she finally agreed. Furthermore, they laid some kind of massage mat on the floor and made love on it until the floor was soaked. Suzelle eventually admitted that for her, urinating on Ted was now another way to achieve orgasm.
Damn it! I dare not tell Suzelle; hearing her talk about urination made my lower body itch. Why dare not tell her? Because the time is not right… maybe later… maybe I will tell her the truth later…

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