Emily lustily arched her back, pressing herself against her child, and reached down to grab a fistful of her daughter's hair on the back of her head. She tugged gently, guiding Elle's hot face across her skin. She pulled her daughter up to her breasts and Elle shifted her nude body on top of her mother's.
Between them, the cloudy, sticky liquid lubricated their bodies and Elle slid around on its slickness. The friction of their skin gliding around electrified her nerves and she began to hump her slit against her mother's tummy. Her pussy continued to exude her own brand of girl cum, adding to the melange of sweat and serum that gleamed over their forms. She urgently began to suck up whatever of the antidote remained on her mother's breasts, dragging her tongue up and down the soft mounds.
Emily was enraptured by her daughter's attentiveness and her chest heaved. She looked down and saw Elle lapping, red-cheeked, at her breasts. Her face was spackled with the spilled medicine and shining with sweat. Strands of the girl's hair were pasted to her forehead. She looked like she had been on the wrong end of a porno money-shot. Nevertheless, Emily wasn't repulsed by the sight of her filthy daughter. In fact, she felt a swell of joy from deep inside her chest, which gave her an intense desire to be ever closer to her child. She pulled the girl up from her chest until they were face-to-face, and just as Elle looked in her eyes, Emily craned her neck up for a passionate kiss.
Elle didn't need any encouragement. In fact, she was the first to offer up her tongue in the exchange. They moaned together into each other's open mouths. Emily felt the slimy film of the syrup lingering on Elle's tongue. To her, it felt—**even tasted—*familiar. It reminded her of the times she and Adrian had brought Isla into their bedroom. She liked watching her friend suck off her husband. After Isla swallowed his sperm, the two women would make out until he was hard again, and there Emily would taste that same filmy residue of Adrian's cum in her best friend's mouth.
Elle broke off the kiss and cried plaintively, "Mommy, I want more medicine."
"Honey, I'm sorry, but I think we're out of medicine. Everything that was in the bottle is now all over us."
"What are we gonna do? I need cummies, mommy."
"I know, baby. I'm sorry." Emily kissed her child again, and an idea formed in her mind. The rational part of her knew her daughter would never be convinced, but something instinctive pushed back, insisting it was the only way. She drew back and said, "You know what? I bet we can make some medicine of our own."
"We can?" asked Elle.
"In fact, I think Daddy has been able to make the same kind of medicine all along," Emily said.
In her state, Elle was easily confused and in no mood for complicated thinking. "Mommy, what are you talking about?"
"The medicine you've been drinking—I had a taste of it earlier, and I think it's just cum!"
Elle's eyes went wide. "Just… cum?"
"I don't know for sure," Emily waffled, "but it looks like it, and it sure tastes like it. And it would make sense that cum would hurry along your orgasms, just like the doctor said."
"What do you mean?"
"It works for me, too. When I drink cum, it helps me orgasm."
"Really?" Elle asked, breaking eye contact at the thought of her mother eating her dad's cum.
Emily paused before repeating hesitantly, "I don't know." But deep in her mind, Emily did know. She had secrets of her own, and she was positive the cure for super-orgasms was a particular kind of cum.
The two laid against one another for a few moments, breathing heavily. Elle still felt the oven-like heat of desire effervescing within her and her focus turned back toward relief. "I'm so turned on, Mommy, I'm losing control again."
"It's okay if you lose control, baby. You have a condition. If you need your cummies, do whatever you need to do to feel better."
Elle looked up into her mother's eyes and stammered, "I… I w— I want to try cum. Like you said. Like the medicine. I wanna see if it helps."
Emily's heart beat in her chest and she petted her daughter's hair. She hoped she was right about this. "Okay, baby."
"Can we go get Daddy now?" Elle asked.
Emily shook her head. "Not tonight, baby. Nat is here, and Daddy is looking after her. It would be very bad for us if Nat found out. Little girls aren't supposed to eat their Daddies' cum."
Elle pouted. She ran her hand down her body to feel her sex, idly exploring herself with her fingers. It was sticky with her juices and the spilled medicine. She brought her hand up and spread her fingers. Thin strands of the viscous mixture stretched between them, bowing under their own weight. She thought about it for a moment, almost daring not to ask her next question.
"What—what about your cum?" she asked.
"What?" Emily gulped.
"Can I try your cum?" The girl looked away demurely.