Chapter 32 Abigail's Secret Pt 7

I was sort of aware of Freya, watching, as I started giving it to her mother really hard and deep and fast, my juice-slick cock making a satisfying slurping noise as it pistoned in and out of her sopping hole. Then I was more aware of her as she stood and came over to the bed and started stroking my buttocks with her hands as I rammed into her mother and her mother squealed and writhed on the bed, her breasts flopping from side to side and spital leaking from her red lips. Her daughter must have sensed my climax building because she moistened one finger and I felt it probe my pucker, sliding in and intensifying the sensations that were crashing through my nervous system. I came pumping big gouts of spunk into Abigail and she clawed at me as a second orgasm rocked her. 'Move aside, Tom,' whispered Freya, and I realised that she'd stripped off while I was fucking her mother and now she was naked apart from stockings and suspenders and I feasted my eyes on her thick, black snatch.