With her mother's approval, Elle wasted little time and pushed herself up from her mother's body. She slid slowly downward, dragging her drooling slit along the length of the woman's belly, creating a wet trail along the way that gleamed in the dim light of the room. As her pussy made contact with her mother's swimsuit-covered mound, she instinctively followed her feelings and pressed her hips in to Emily to put pressure on her clit. Emily moaned, feeling a similar pleasure lighting up her own nerves. Elle considered keeping it up, humping her mother, taking herself over the edge right then and there, but the promise of her mom's brand of "medicine" kept her set on her goal.
She slipped herself over Emily's hips and with small pecks, kissed her way downward from the mounds of her tits and across her tummy. She tasted the foreign flavor of her own juices, with which she had streaked her mother's soft belly. It didn't taste like the medicine in the bottle at all, and she wondered if her mom would also taste different. She dwelled there for a bit, savoring the taste of her own essence before she continued on. At last she was face to face with Emily's bikini bottoms.
She breathed in, inhaling her mother's scent. It, too, was very unlike the medicine, but she was intoxicated by it all the same. She gazed at the tempting mound beneath the fabric, and noticed the subtle dip in the middle, where her mother's plump labia came together.
She dragged her hands across Emily's upper thighs, massaging her legs and teasing out her intentions. The girl's sex-driven mind was so flimsy that she didn't give second thought to what she planned to do to her own biological mother. Her hands wandered across the central fabric of the suit and she pressed her thumb into the crevice in the middle. Emily gasped aloud and covered her mouth, moaning loudly into her hands. Elle smiled mischievously to herself and wiggled her digit back and forth. Emily thrashed on the bed and cried out, "Oh baby, you're torturing me!"
Elle giggled quietly and released her thumbhold on her mother's clit. Emily convulsed, her hips impulsively searching for her daughter's fingers, then fell back onto the sheets and whimpered. She felt strangely submissive to her charge. She was not used to being so out of control, but she dared not stop her child's exploration.
Elle reached for the two side-ties on the bikini bottoms and pulled them until they released their knots. The strings hung limply at Emily's hips and Elle savored the moment. She was going to see her mother's pussy up close for the first time since she was birthed. With a deliberate pace, she slowly reached her fingers up to the waistband of the bikini, hooked them in, and pulled them down, exposing the delicate folds of her mother's rubescent sex to her virginal gaze.
Elle was not disappointed. Her mother's vulva was shining and slick. She thought she could see it throbbing ever-so-slightly, but that may have been the blood rushing to her head affecting her vision.
Emily felt Elle's warm breath against her mound and tossed her head back on the pillow, lifting her hips. "Elle, baby… what are you doing to me?"
Elle looked up at Emily as the woman arched her back upwards. With lusty, slit eyes, she stated, "I'm gonna eat your cunny, Mommy." Her mouth was watering almost as much as her mother's hole and she spit a string of saliva onto the engorged clitoris before her. Finally, she dove her head in, lapping up the tangy juices flowing from the gash in front of her.
Emily thrashed again, but tried to keep her pussy centered on her child's mouth. By this point, she had long been close to cumming, and she knew that there was not much more she could take of her daughter's oral assault before she exploded into orgasm. She moaned loudly and somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what would happen if her husband walked in on her at this moment and caught her with her child lapping at her nether region. Again she covered her mouth to keep quiet, but her squeals nevertheless filled the room. As she neared ecstasy, the hairs on her arms began to stand on end as if the whole room was charged with electricity. She pulled herself together enough to look down her body at her young daughter licking precociously at her cunt, her small tongue darting in and out like a kitten drinking milk from a saucer. "You're doing so good, baby, just keep going. You're going to give Mommy cummies." Elle's big eyes flashed up to meet her mom's and the wanton lust and adoration in them pushed the woman over the brink at last.
Emily's body stiffened and a hot wave of pleasure spread from her trembling pussy throughout the rest of her body. Her moans cut short as she inhaled sharply at the gratification and, briefly, the only sound remaining in the room was that of Elle slurping up her mother's savory juices. But soon her cries split the air once again: "Oh! Fuck! Oh! Oh, Baby!"
She rolled her hips wildly, which caused her daughter to become detached from her clit. She reached down and clamored for Elle's head with both hands, guiding her back to the flaring hot spot between her legs. Elle, too, reached her hand up and hooked two of her fingers into her mom's juicing tunnel for stability and marveled at being up inside of her mother once again. Emily thrashed left and right, wailing into the palm of her hand, feeling her daughter's fingers invade her vulva.
Finally the elder Rowan's orgasm began to subside and her mind slowly drifted back to reality. Her lips and cheeks began to tingle, and she smiled to herself, satisfied. She and her husband were used to being sexually experimental, but her open-mindedness had once again broken unexpected, new ground. She now had a deeper mother-daughter bond than she ever believed was possible.
She wondered if Adrian might find it inappropriate, but she steeled her resolution, determined to allow her daughter to do whatever she needed to do to stay healthy, and to guide her down the path to fixing her condition. She panted and glanced down to her hips once again, as Elle continued to indulge in the "medicine" her mom produced, cleaning her reddened, puffy labia and glossy inner thighs with her tongue. Her nerve endings became sensitive in a different kind of way, and Emily giggled and squirmed, ticklish under her child's attentiveness. She tried to get away, but Elle pursued the fleeing slit, pleading, "More medicine."
Wherever Emily scrambled, Elle followed, and the older woman knew there was no escape as long as her daughter remained in her cum-hungry, pre-orgasmic state. Finally, Emily took Elle and rolled the young girl underneath her, reversing their positions and putting her own weight on top of her daughter's diminuitive frame. Elle fussed and whined, struggling to get free.
Inside her head, Elle's mind was all atmosphere. The commotion of her mother's erotic orgasm and the savory taste of her private area made the girl feel like she was on autopilot. She undulated her slender body wildly underneath Emily's weight. Her mother's vaginal juices didn't taste precisely like the medicine she was supposed to be taking, but, she thought, they seemed to get the job done just the same. She felt ever more riled up, closer to orgasm, and was determined to either get more of Mommy's cum, or to cum herself. From a far away place, her mom's voice cut through.
"Baby, it's your turn now. Are you ready? Mommy's going to help again. Mommy's going to give you cummies."