Tiffany's hips kept rocking, empty and needy, little circles in the air like she couldn't help herself. Her eyes were glassy, tears still wet on her cheeks, but the shame was burning away under something hotter.

She watched Brittany's small hand wrapped around my cock, saw her daughter's thumb slide over the slick head, and a broken whine came out of her throat.

"Baby… please…" Tiffany begged, voice cracking, "Mommy needs it back inside so bad."

Brittany froze, fingers tightening just a little on my shaft. Her eyes flicked up to her mom, then back down to what she was holding.

"Like… guide it?" she asked, soft, almost shy.

Tiffany nodded fast, hips pushing back again. "Please, sweetheart… Mommy needs it so bad right now."

Her palm was tiny compared to me; she had to use both hands to circle the full girth.

"It's… so big," she breathed, eyes wide. "How does it even fit?"

She reached lower, cupping my balls gently, rolling them in her fingers, feeling how heavy and full they were. Her thumb traced back up, smearing Tiffany's cream along the length, watching it glisten.

Tiffany whimpered, hips jerking forward. "Brittany… please…"

Brittany looked up, cheeks burning, then shifted closer on her knees. She brought the head to her mom's dripping pussy, but instead of pushing in, she rubbed it slow—up and down the swollen lips, teasing Tiffany's clit, painting her with her own wetness.

Tiffany cried out, back arching hard.

"Like that?" Brittany whispered, voice trembling with awe and new power.

"Yes—fuck—baby, don't tease—"

Brittany circled the head against the entrance, then accidentally slid higher, nudging against Tiffany's tight little asshole.

Tiffany gasped sharp. "No—no, sweetheart, lower… right beneath… there… that's Mommy's pussy."

Brittany's eyes flicked down, learning fast. She dragged the head back to the right spot, rubbing it through the slick folds again, watching Tiffany shake.

"Right here?" she asked softly, pressing the tip just inside the entrance.

"Yes—please—put it in—"

Brittany pushed forward slow, guiding me with both hands now. I sank in, inch by inch, her fingers still wrapped around the base until there was no more room. She felt the stretch, the way her mom's lips hugged me tight, the way Tiffany's whole body opened up and swallowed me whole.

Tiffany moaned long and filthy, hips slamming back the second I bottomed out.

Brittany let go slowly, fingers trailing off, glistening with her mom's juices. She stayed right there on her knees, inches away, watching me slide in and out, eyes huge, hand slipping back between her own thighs without thinking.

"Thank you, baby…" Tiffany panted, reaching back to squeeze Brittany's wrist. "Thank you for giving Mommy her cock back…"

And I started fucking Tiffany slow and deep again, while her eighteen-year-old daughter knelt close enough to feel the heat, learning every thrust, every wet sound, every desperate moan like it was the only lesson that mattered.

Brittany's body was pure sin packed into an eighteen-year-old frame. Heavy, round breasts that looked almost too big for her tiny ribcage, straining against the thin crop top, nipples stiff and obvious. A waist so small I could've wrapped my arms around it, flaring out into an ass that filled those little shorts like they were painted on. She was flushed from her cheeks to her chest, thighs pressed tight together, rocking just slightly on her knees like the heat between her legs was unbearable.

She couldn't keep her hands still anymore.

Her palms slid to her mom's ass, fingers digging in, spreading Tiffany's cheeks wide, opening her completely. Every thrust went deeper, wetter, filthier. Brittany's eyes were huge, locked on the way my cock disappeared into her mom over and over, the slick sounds filling the room.

A broken whimper slipped out of her.

"Mom…" Brittany's voice cracked, raw with need. "I want to feel that good. Please. I'm aching so bad I can't think straight."

Tiffany's whole body tensed. She looked back at her daughter, tears already gathering.

"Baby… no… you're my little girl," she whispered, voice trembling. "We can't—"

"Please," Brittany begged, pressing her forehead to Tiffany's lower back. "I've never felt anything like what you're feeling right now. I'm eighteen. I need it. I need to know what it's supposed to feel like when it's real."

Tiffany's breath hitched. Guilt crashed over her, but beneath it the heat only grew hotter: watching her own daughter burn for the same thing that had just ruined her. She thought: If I say no, she'll remember tonight forever. She'll remember walking in on me like this. One day she might tell her father, not to hurt me, just because she's confused. And everything falls apart. But if I teach her… if I show her gently… she stays safe. She learns right. And no one ever has to know.

Tiffany closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Okay, baby," she whispered, voice breaking. "Mommy will teach you. Just… promise me this stays between us forever."

Brittany nodded fast, eyes shining.

Tiffany eased off me slowly, my cock slipping free with a wet sound. She turned to Brittany, cupped her flushed face, and kissed her forehead like she used to when she was little.

"Come lie down, sweetheart. Right here next to Mommy."

Brittany stretched out on her back, trembling. Tiffany knelt beside her, looked at me, and gave the smallest nod: slow.

I moved in.

First the crop top. I hooked my fingers under the hem and peeled it up inch by inch, letting the fabric drag over those perfect, heavy breasts. They spilled free, high and full, pale pink nipples already stiff. Brittany gasped when the cool air hit them, arching instinctively.

Tiffany's hand trembled as she cupped one gently. "Feel how sensitive they get when you're this turned on," she murmured, thumb brushing the nipple in slow circles. Brittany whimpered, hips rolling.

I leaned down and took the other nipple into my mouth, soft at first, just warm suction, then a slow swirl of tongue. Brittany's back bowed off the bed, a shocked little cry escaping her.

"Oh… Mom…"

"Shh, just feel," Tiffany soothed, stroking her hair with one hand while the other kept teasing the free breast. She watched me suck and lick, her own breathing getting heavier, guilt and arousal tangled so tight she could barely breathe.

Minutes passed with nothing but mouths and fingers on those perfect young tits: me sucking slow and deep, Tiffany pinching and rolling the other nipple, until Brittany was writhing, thighs slick, tiny pleas falling from her lips.

Tiffany's voice was husky now. "Now… the rest."

I slid my hands to Brittany's tiny shorts, hooked my thumbs in the waistband, and peeled them down her legs, slow enough that she felt every inch of fabric drag over her skin. Nothing underneath. Smooth, swollen, dripping already.

Brittany tried to close her knees out of shyness. Tiffany gently parted them again.

"It's okay, baby. Let us see you. You're beautiful."

I knelt between Brittany's thighs, just looking for a moment. Tiffany's hand joined mine, tracing the soft skin of her daughter's inner thigh, higher and higher, until both our fingers brushed the slick heat.

"Feel how wet you are," Tiffany whispered, guiding Brittany's own hand down. "That's your body telling you it's ready."

Brittany's fingers slid through her folds, eyes fluttering at the sensation. A soft, shocked moan escaped her.

Tiffany looked at me, tears still shining, and nodded.

I took my cock in hand, still slick from Tiffany, and brought it to Brittany's lips first.

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