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Lea remained where she was on the bed, staring at the scene before her. At first, she had been worried about how her mother would take the reveal and then she had just been dumbfounded at how quickly Caius had her pressed up against the door.

Somehow, Lea and her mother had never had a real conversation about the fact that they both had a relationship with the same man. As unabashed as Lea could be and as open as she and her mother were in discussing matters of sex and attractions—especially her mother's penchant for sexual write-ups—Caius was a topic they never broached.

So Lea wasn't sure how to take what she was seeing. The fact that she knew it had happened was nothing compared to actually witnessing it.

Still, maybe due to the vestiges of climax still coursing through her, Lea suddenly had a hand on her chest, trailing across the valley between her large breasts before circling the areola of one and then moving to the other in tantalizingly slow sensual moves.

Lea thrust an arm behind her to place her hand against the bed beneath her as her body instinctively sought support because she kept leaning back as her touch on her breasts became more insistent. She remained on her knees but spread them apart a bit wider until her ass hit the bed and her pussy was pressing against the sheets.

When Caius ripped her mother's shirt open, Lea didn't see the bra-clad breasts spill out due to the angle. She also didn't see Caius's hand take hold of them. But it didn't hinder her enjoyment. After all, she could still see Caius's ass. The firmness of those buns of steel had her bite her lower lip as she grabbed a nipple and pulled.

"Mnnghh!" Lea didn't hold back her moans. Unlike her mother, she wasn't watching in secret. And she didn't mind being noticed. Hell, she wanted Caius to bring those hands back over to her.

She grabbed her breast very hard at some point and gyrated against the bed, rubbing her pussy against the bedsheets, coating it with her juices while she ultimately sought to use the friction to drive herself to another wonderful climax.

When that failed, she changed the position of her hand. She trailed her fingers down her front, brushing through the little stubble of hair at her crotch as she readjusted her position so she could lightly touch her pussy with her fingers.

It was at this point that Anne cried out in orgasmic bliss and the sound got Lea going harder than she would ever have expected it to. She might have even taken some time to unpack that inkling of incestuous delight had every part of her body not been driving her to seek an orgasmic release herself.

She pinched her clit between two fingers while rubbing the tip of both fingers across her pussy lips and occasionally pulling the lips apart to expose the entry behind which she rubbed against, teasing an entry.

While she did this, her eyes remained wide open. So she saw Caius lap up her mother's pussy juices before he stood to his feet, at which point, her mother went to her knees and grabbed hold of the hard rod that had been inside Lea's pussy just a few minutes ago.

Lea paused then. As her mother opened her mouth and took the rod's large head into her mouth—a sight Caius's ass was blocking—Lea wondered if Anne would taste her on the organ.

The fact that she felt excitement at the thought told Lea there just might be something wrong with her.

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Anne stopped for a second after registering who the feminine taste on the rod belonged to and then she continued sucking, moving her head forward to gobble up even more of the cock's long length. Causing her to taste her daughter's pussy even more.

Anne was sure it wasn't Lea's taste that was encouraging her to continue taking Caius's cock into her mouth. No, the more overpowering taste she was getting here was Caius's. That was the taste her brain most registered. It was the taste she was getting addicted to.

That said, the fact that tasting Lea's most sacred of areas as no mother should, didn't disgust her and cause her to recoil definitely pointed at something underlying. Whatever that was though, Anne didn't want to give it too much thought.

And then, with a start, she became aware of Lea watching her even though she couldn't see as Caius was between them.

Anne would have chalked this awareness off to some profound Mother-daughter connection. But really, before things went as far as they had now gone, she had seen Lea looking at her on that bed and she doubted her daughter had decided to look away now.

'What's she thinking?' Anne couldn't help but wonder.

Lea had grown. Long grown and certainly not a prude. But there were just certain situations that Anne had never wanted her daughter to see her in.

And the top of that list had to be her on her knees, naked, gobbling up a large dick like her life depended on it.

Oh but what a glorious dick it was.

By now, Anne had licked off every bit of Lea's taste from the rod. What was left was pure, unadulterated Caius in all his deliciousness. And as much as her mind tried to be busy, it took only the barest of groans from Caius to pull her back and have her lock her attention on him and him alone.

Caius placed his hand on Anne's head seemingly keeping her where she was. And as oblivious as he sometimes may be, he wasn't today. He was well aware of the 'energy' in the room. He was aware of the awkwardness that was only being kept at bay by his presence.

However, he reveled in that energy. It made things… interesting. Just thinking about what he could have the mother-daughter pair do in front of—and to—one another just because he was there, amused him. The looks on their faces when they came down from the highs of pleasure to acknowledge what they had done would be priceless.

That was why he didn't just ensure Anne was okay with what she just witnessed before sending her off to get back to her another time. That would be boring.

If done well, this moment—being here together with both mother and daughter—might just be his masterpiece.

Also, if he didn't succeed at his 'dastardly' plan, Caius liked to think he'd still have had his fun along the way.

Case in point;

The insane suction of Anne's lips around his cock whose head was now hitting the back of her throat while more than half of it was still on the outside.

Anne didn't attempt a deep throat though. She kept the quarter her mouth could handle and employed one of her hands to take care of the rest she couldn't swallow.

She gripped it hard and stroked back and forth intensely with delicious wrist-twists that caused Caius to arch his back and thrust his hips, occasionally forcing a couple more inches into Anne's mouth despite the vacuum-tight sealing of her lips around him.

The manner in which she languished the ridge beneath his dick head gripped Caius with such intense sensations that his knees nearly buckled. And even though he managed to stay standing, he bowed over slightly with both of his hands on Anne's head now.

Anne used her other hand to grab Caius's balls, rolling them around on the inside of the sack and seemingly trying to encourage them to send his cum firing out into her mouth.

She brought Caius quite close to release but he managed to hold off. Eventually, he thrust with as much strength as he could, shoving his dick so hard into Anne's mouth that he entered her gullet, causing her to gag.

Anne's mouth produced more spittle and her eyes watered before Caius pulled back, taking his cock out of her mouth completely so she could take coughing breaths.

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