Amanda loved her grandma.
A lot.
The eighteen-year-old girl did not love her grandma so much that she wanted to have incestuous sex with her, of course, but the teen did love her mom's mother. She did.
It was not bad to love another person.
It was not horrible to love another person.
It was not terrible to be Amanda, who was adored by the gray-haired Molly and the blonde-haired Jennifer.
Jennifer.
The blue-eyed Jennifer was Amanda's mother. Amanda was brown-haired and brown-eyed, but Jennifer was still her mother. That had never changed. It would never change.
Mothers.
Molly was the mother of Amanda's mother.
And it was Molly who, at the moment, was seated next to Amanda on a sofa in the living room. The blinds were shut, but the television's screen glowed as Amanda and Molly kept their eyes trained on it.
Jennifer, who was blue-eyed like her mother, had left to run an errand.
Amanda and her grandmother were fine together, though. They were watching a movie together, awake, not tired as the moon dominated the night sky outside.
In Amanda's bare hands was a cup of soda.
Molly held nothing. But the seventy-year-old woman did wear a white robe.
The girl in the room, Amanda the teen, adored the movie's male lead.
But she adored the movie's female lead even more.
Amanda took a sip of her cool, dark soda. As she did so, her bare feet bumped against the duffel bag that Molly had brought into the one-story home.
"Sorry, sweetheart," Molly said, pointing her blue eyes at the duffel bag. "I really should put that in a different spot."
The duffel bag was just a duffel bag. That was all. Yeah, Amanda's foot had bumped against it, but it was not like that deed had given her a serious wound.
It was fine.
"It's okay, Grandma," Amanda said. "It's not a big deal, really."
The eighteen-year-old girl moved her hand, and she ran it through her brown hair.
"It's just a bag," Amanda said. "It didn't hurt me or anything."
Molly moved into a standing position.
"Still," the old woman said. "I should really move it."
Amanda watched as Molly headed toward the duffel bag. After grabbing the object, Molly made her way to a different part of the living room.
While Amanda continued watching the movie, her stomach growled. She stood up, turned.
Then she and Molly bumped into each other.
Amanda's dark soda splashed against her grandmother's white robe. The cool liquid ruined the white fabric.
"I'm so sorry!" Amanda said.
The teenager felt as foolish as an incel who had failed to get laid yet again.
Amanda put down her cup, which no longer held a lot of soda. While the cup sat on the coffee table near the sofa, Amanda and Molly examined the mess that the soda had made on the senior woman's light robe.
"I can pay for a new robe, Grandma!" Amanda breathed. She shook her head, then placed a hand against her forehead, as if that useless action would erase what had occurred only a short moment ago. "I'm such a big idiot. I'm sorry."
A wrinkled hand came against Amanda's shoulder. Grandma Molly's wrinkled hand.
"You're a good girl, Amanda," Molly said. She patted the spot near one of the wet areas of her unclean robe. "And this is just a robe. It's just a piece of clothing. Plus, it was an accident, dear. It wasn't a big deal."
Amanda shook her head. It was her fault that Molly's robe had gotten dirty. It was. And spilling something on white clothes was a big deal.
"I really should have been more careful," Amanda said. "Now I have no soda, and I ruined your robe."
"I'm just going to take it off," Molly said. "I can always put on a shirt, honey."
Amanda exhaled through her nose.
"Okay," she said. The brunette teen still drowned in guilt, but her grandma had brought clean clothes into the house. It was no lie that the old lady could put on a clean shirt. "I'm still sorry about what I just did."
Molly shrugged her shoulders.
"It's all right, dear," she said.
Then she took off her robe. As the white clothing dropped onto the living room's wooden floor, the nearby lamp's dim light glowed against Grandma Molly's huge breasts and pink nipples.
In Amanda's chest, her heart beat at a quicker speed than usual.
Her grandmother wore purple panties and nothing else. Like Amanda's mother, Molly sported a pair of large breasts. It made Amanda, with her B-cup-sized breasts, seem as worthless as a sexless loser with a condom.
Amanda had stopped making eye contact with the tall, busty person who stood in front of her. Instead of making eye contact with her wrinkled grandmother, Amanda pinned her brown-eyed gaze on the old woman's big tits.
"Amanda, my eyes are up here," Molly said.
Instead of moving her gaze higher, instead of looking at the face of the woman who had given her gifts and love in the past, Amanda took a breath that shook hard.
"I like girls, Grandma," Amanda said. "I like boys, too, but I really like girls. Especially right now."
"Oh, honey," Molly replied.
The topless grandma went closer to Amanda, then wrapped her thin arms around her clothed body.
Grandma Molly was underdressed.
Amanda hugged her back, aware of the huge breasts that were now mashed against her covered smaller breasts.
"I really didn't expect that a cup of soda would make my granddaughter confess her sexual orientation," Molly said. She stroked Amanda's long hair. "But I'm glad that it happened. I'm really glad that it happened."
The hug came to an end.
Amanda smiled. She watched as her grandma smiled.
"I like girls, too," Molly said. "I even brought a very special object of mine here. It's in my duffel bag because I'm scared that someone will take it from me. That's why I keep it close to me. And I'm not going to tell your mother what you told me. Your mother loves you very much. I know that. I love you very much, too."
"I love you, too," Amanda said, meaning it, sincere.
She trained her brown eyes on her gray jeans. Amanda unbuttoned the pants, unzipped them. Molly furrowed her gray eyebrows.
"And I need your opinion on something," Amanda said. She pulled her pants down, and then the girl took off her panties. "Just don't say anything. Not yet, at least."
Amanda removed her gray shirt, took off her white bra.
When her clothes were on the floor, Amanda said, "Do you think I'm beautiful?"
The lamp's light glowed against Amanda's nude body. That dim light made contact with the topless grandmother, too, but Amanda could be the real prize. The girl could be the real prize. She could be her grandmother's prize.
Amanda had confessed to her grandmother, after all. She even loved her.
People. People were supposed to get romantic with people who loved them.
It was a waste when people fell in love with people who did not love them. People could bash incest all they wanted, but Amanda did not have to bash it.
She could bathe in the pleasure incest brought.
"Amanda, I need to put on a shirt," Molly said. She looked Amanda up and down. The woman shook her head. "Okay, this is truly wrong. It really is. I appreciate you trusting me enough to reveal your secret, but this needs to stop. We need to put our clothes on. I need a shirt, and I need to put on some pants. I'm going to get some clothes to wear. You should do the same."
Amanda made a frustrated noise.
"No!" she said. Molly averted her blue-eyed gaze. "Look at me, Grandma! Tell me that I'm beautiful! Say it! Please, say it! I need to hear you say that!"
Someone had to call Amanda beautiful.
"Okay," Molly said. She made eye contact with Amanda. "Okay. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, sweetheart."
Molly had told Amanda what she had wanted to hear.
Good.
The girl and the woman were underdressed. The girl, the teen who had stared at her grandmother's huge breasts, wore nothing. The woman, who had exposed her breasts to the teen after an incident involving soda, wore purple panties.
It was an interesting situation. There was no doubt about it.
Something else had to happen.
Actions had consequences. Results came from events. There was a certain result that could happen from Amanda committing a certain act.
The brown-haired girl hoped that her grandma wouldn't drop her.
So, as Amanda carried a deep longing within her, she did what any wise, sensible person would do.
She moved her naked body onto her topless grandma.
With her thin arms around Grandma Molly, and with her bare legs around the woman, Amanda smiled.
"Whoa, dear!" Molly said, holding her eighteen-year-old grandchild.
"This feels good," Amanda said, the girl talking as Molly's large breasts remained against her skin. "You're strong, Grandma. You're holding me. And I can also feel your big tits against me. They're so big and warm. I love it. I love you."
Molly took a few steps back, but the big elder did not fall. She also didn't drop her naked granddaughter, who she had picked up many times when the girl had been a lot younger.
"I love you, too," Molly said. She moved forward. "But it's not right for a girl's naked breasts to be against her own grandma. What would your mother think?"
"I don't care what she thinks," Amanda said. She cared about being viewed as a sex object by the mother of her mother. That was what Amanda craved. Molly kept walking. "Where are you taking me?"
"You need to get some rest, sweetie," Molly said. "A good night's rest should dispose of those incestuous thoughts of yours."
"They're not going to go away," Amanda said. She moved her head back. As she gazed into Molly's blue eyes, she remained grateful that the white robe had been removed. "Can I give you a kiss, Grandma?"
"Sure, dear," Molly said, expecting Amanda to give her a kiss on the cheek.
Amanda hesitated.
Then she pressed her lips against Grandma Molly's own lips.
Molly stopped walking.
The kiss ended too soon.
It was the grandmother who had broken it.
"Kissing you is as amazing as your tits," Amanda said.
"Language!" Molly said. "And this is wrong, child. What we just did is wrong. I can't even get your mother to punish you. I can't tell her what you just did to me. I can't tell her any of this. What kind of sick girl are you, Amanda?!"
"A horny one," Amanda said. "Plus, I love you. If you love me, give me what I want. You like girls. I like girls. We love each other, so what's the problem? I'm giving you my permission. You can fuck me, Grandma. Fuck me. Please."
Molly scowled.
Then she turned, and pressed Amanda's naked back against the closest wall. Molly gave her only granddaughter a quick but intense kiss on the lips.
"You filthy slut," Molly said. "You really want me to fuck you?! Well, I'm going to. I'm going to give you exactly what you want. And I'm going to test out my new toy on your teen pussy. Bad girls like you, bad girls who lust after their own grandmothers, need to be taken. They need to be penetrated hard!"
Yes, that was what Amanda wanted!
Still carrying Amanda, Molly took a step back.
A brief moment after entering Amanda's bedroom, Molly dropped the nude girl onto the bed. Amanda's strong and tall grandmother, who was overdressed and horny and incestuous, removed her underwear.
A grandmother and her granddaughter were both naked in the same room. But it was okay. It was okay because they planned on giving each other what they both craved.
While she remained on her back on the bed, Amanda watched Molly.
Molly watched Amanda.
Then the grandma moved onto her grandkid's bed, and she pressed her body against the nude teenager. Molly rubbed her stiff nipples on Amanda. The old woman's large breasts were wonderful and pleasing. It was such a miracle that Amanda's busty grandma had been granted with the great breasts she possessed.
"It feels good, right?" Molly said. "You're going to enjoy this, sweetie?"
Molly brought her big tits off of Amanda, then she let them dangle near the teenager's beautiful face. Amanda smiled. She smiled as her pussy leaked her wet arousal. She smiled as her grandma was being so kind to her, and that kindness was incestuous kindness. It was forbidden kindness. But it was wonderful. It was so, so, so wonderful.
Grandma Molly's swaying tits were close to Amanda's face. The girl grabbed one of the hanging tits, and then she brought a hard nipple into her mouth. Her grandma breathed harder as her granddaughter had fun with the huge breast that had been gifted to her.
"Good girl," Molly said, excitement and pleasure flowing through her voice. "Suck Grandma's tit. Suck it, you dirty, dirty girl!"
Amanda would never be a younger version of her mother, Jennifer, but the girl who sucked on her own grandma's breast was aware that Jennifer had sucked on Molly's breasts as an infant. Of course it was not wrong for a baby to feed from her mother. But this, a grandma letting her only grandchild suck her tit as the two remained naked and close to each other, was wrong. It was wrong. It was good.
Grandma's meals were amazing.
Grandma's titties were amazing.
Molly let a shaking groan loose as Amanda sucked. The lamp in the room glowed its light against the gray locks that were connected to the grandmother's scalp. That grandmother was a grandmother who allowed her daughter's teenage child to suck on a big tit. That big tit belonged to the grandmother herself, and Jennifer would go into a rage if she witnessed what her own mother was doing to her only daughter.
Grandma Molly pulled her tits away from Amanda, which made the brown-haired youth whine in displeasure.
"Here," Molly said. She grabbed a huge breast, and pointed the nipple at Amanda's pink lips. "One lick. Give this tit a nice lick, then me and you will have some more fun. I promise, sweetheart."
More fun. Having more fun would be nice.
Amanda brought her pink tongue against the little bumps on Grandma Molly's pink areola, and she licked the nipple itself.
Molly moved into a kneeling position. She slapped her big breasts with her wrinkled hands.
"It's been a long time since a child sucked on these," Molly said. "Before you got to them, of course. Your little titties are great, too."
Molly leaned closer to her granddaughter. Her gray hair strands brushed against naked, warm skin, and Molly groped Amanda's smaller tits. She sucked on each of them, moved into a kneeling position again, and the old woman rubbed the girl's bare thighs.
"Can I touch you here, my beautiful granddaughter?" Molly said. She pointed a finger at Amanda's most desired area. "Because I really want to touch you there, but I'll only do it if you want me to."
Amanda wanted her grandma to touch her in her most intimate of places.
Yes, that was the truth.
It was the truth, and it continued to be the truth as Amanda nodded her head.
"Fuck me," Amanda said, talking to the senior woman who had raised her mother. "Fuck me, Grandma."
Amanda. She needed to get fucked.
Molly reached out and rubbed her fingers along Amanda's wet pussy lips. And she soon brought a finger against the girl's clit. Amanda shuddered.
The lady slipped her naked finger into her granddaughter's vagina.
As Grandma Molly touched her in that intimate place, Amanda squeezed her bare breasts as she watched.
Molly brought two fingers into play. She moved them in and out of Amanda's delightful pussy at a fast speed. Amanda breathed faster. She squeezed her breasts harder. The sound of a woman pleasuring her granddaughter dominated the bedroom, and no one was able to bring it to a stop.
Amanda did not want it to stop.
Molly. She did not want it to stop. Obviously.
The old lady wore a big smile on her wrinkled face while listening to the aroused teen named Amanda moan.
"Such a filthy girl," Molly said, talking as her own granddaughter's pussy walls surrounded two of her wet, arousal-soaked fingers. "You really love having your grandmother fuck you with her fingers. What would your mother think?"
"She wouldn't be jealous," Amanda said, her voice shaking hard. "But she should be. Because this feels so good."
Amanda's grandma moved onto her stomach, letting her nice tits press against the bed. She placed her hands on the naked skin of Amanda's legs.
Molly began to work her mouth on Amanda's wet, hot pussy. She inserted her tongue into Amanda's wonderful, teen hole, moving it in and out, penetrating her opening and feeling it getting wetter. She placed her hand under Amanda's ass, then raised the girl's pussy up to her face. She took her pussy into her mouth again, sucking and teasing her clitoris. That happened as Amanda began to rock her naked, youthful hips. Amanda pushed her pussy against her grandma's alluring, old face, and the seventy-year-old woman sucked harder, alternating between sucking and teasing Amanda's clit with the tip of her tongue. The girl began moaning more. She also breathed quicker. Molly was aware there was the possibility she was going to make her darling granddaughter cum and couldn't wait to give the lustful teenager that great moment of intense and powerful pleasure.
Molly removed her mouth from Amanda's wetness and brought her hand up to the brunette girl's pussy. She teased Amanda's clit, felt that it was hard and her pussy lips were swollen. Such wonderful pussy lips. Such a wonderful pussy, too. Amanda's wetness was such a great sight. It was. And the grandmother in the room grinned as she planned on having so much more fun with the only daughter of her only daughter. She rubbed Amanda's pussy lips, then inserted a finger into Amanda's opening at a gentle pace. Amanda sighed. Molly slid the finger back out, then moved it back in. The woman brought two fingers this time. Amanda's pussy was tight, but so wet that her grandma's fingers slid in and out with sweet, sweet ease. So sweet. Just like Molly.
Grandma Molly began using her fingers to fuck Amanda's wet pussy. As she did this, she put her mouth to Amanda's hard clit, kissing and sucking it. The granny began fucking Amanda's warm cunt harder, pushing her fingers into it.
Amanda was a girl who was moaning with no restraints, no control, and Molly knew that her great climax could not be a great distance away.
Amanda could not believe this was happening. Before today, the brown-haired, brown-eyed teen had not been thinking about her own grandma in this way.
As Molly sucked on Amanda's clit, she listened as the girl being pleasured let out a loud moan, and the teen's body went tense. It relaxed, then it tensed. Girl cum sprayed against Molly, and it was cum that came from her daughter's child. Grandma Molly continued to suck Amanda's clit, and then the young one's well-deserved orgasm reached an end. Molly eased her fingers out of Amanda's pussy, which was dripping with wetness from the sweet, great climax. Molly used her warm tongue to lick her granddaughter's swollen lips, lapping up all of the girl's juices. She kissed her pussy once more, then the seventy-year-old lady kissed all the way up Amanda's slim body.
Molly brought herself forward until she was straddling her eighteen-year-old grandchild's pretty face. With her fingers locked tight in the girl's long hair, the oldest person in the home forced young Amanda's beautiful face right into her leaking pussy. With no intention of denying her grandma what she desired, Amanda opened her mouth and welcomed the old woman's slit upon her pink, warm tongue.
Grandma Molly gasped out loud as she felt her daughter's girl's soft, wonderful lips come in contact with her own pussy lips. The tongue was a shy tongue. It was a tongue that was timid.
The timid, uncertain tongue that began to explore the granny's wet and wonderful entrance was still great, though. It was good, great, and awesome. It must have been a great feeling for Amanda's older relative. Her granddaughter was filled with youth. Sweet youth. And that granddaughter's tongue felt foreign on her private space, but that absolutely did not mean it was not at all pleasurable.
Even though she had little experience with pleasing another female, Amanda had gotten her taste of her grandma's precious pussy, and she craved more of it. She did.
The girl's soft hands were against the great thighs straddling her young face, clutching at her grandmother as if she were the most important woman in the big universe.
Those soft lips of Amanda's pressed against Granny Molly's leaking cunt. The girl stretched her tongue deeper into her grandma's depths, having fun as her grandma had fun.
Amanda carried more appreciation for the naked woman who had given birth to her mother, who had given birth to her eighteen years ago.
While her only granddaughter got better at licking her pussy, Molly did not stop sighing as she savored every sweet lick her grandchild gave her. Amanda was so eager to find every one of her granny's most pleasurable areas. The granny herself now wrapped both her hands into the brown-eyed girl's hair, longing for her child's child to delve deeper, to move quicker. And Amanda gave the woman what she desired, lapping at the senior woman's leaking pussy that was a happy pussy.
Amanda was not a master, but the sweet deed of her beloved granddaughter licking her joyful pussy was such a great event good for the lustful, kind grandmother. Grandma Molly found herself moaning and panting as though her grandchild existed as a pussy-licking master. She rubbed her grandkid's slit back and forth to bring just a little more pleasure, the old woman doing so with no shame. No shame. No restraint.
The granny allowed her weight to drop almost completely onto her pleasure-bringing granddaughter's beautiful face, forcing the girl's tongue to press tighter and deeper than ever before inside of her cunt. Molly let out a long, delighted moan as she exploded in a fierce and amazing climax. Her wet pussy was being pleased with such a great force as her hips rolled back and forth on the grandchild's alluring face.
Amanda just let her grandma have her way with her as the mother of her mother went wild. She accepted the older woman's warm fluids that came rushing into her mouth in the midst of her sweet orgasm.
The satisfied Molly shook as she let out a deep sigh. A big, joyful smile was now situated on her wrinkled face. While she recovered from the great climax, she stayed aware that she was still sitting on her wonderful granddaughter's face.
Molly moved away from her seat.
"It's time for me to penetrate you, dear," Molly said, talking to Amanda, who sported a wet face. The old woman forced Amanda onto her back. Molly had a big ass. Amanda did not. Regardless, the grandmother slammed her wrinkled hand against her relative's ass. The girl yelped. "You have such a cute ass, honey. What a sweet butt."
Molly left the bed.
"I'm going to get my special toy," the granny said.
As Amanda stayed on her stomach, she listened as Molly's footsteps sounded. And when Amanda's grandma made her precious return, she wore a strap-on. With one of her fingers, the tall woman caressed the strap-on's red dildo, as if it were a real cock.
In her chest, in her naked chest, Amanda's heart hammered. Her pussy leaked.
Molly settled onto the bed, and she grabbed Amanda's feminine, teenage hips. As Amanda's mother, Jennifer, remained gone, Molly the grandmother stayed in the same bedroom as the only grandchild she had in her life.
Grandmother Molly reached down and grasped her fake, red cock. And Amanda, well, she was so horny at that moment. The teen in doggystyle position focused on how much she wanted her own grandma to fuck her.
Molly slid the fake dick between Amanda's pussy lips, and into her wet, waiting pussy. With a fake cock in her possession, Molly just buried her plastic cock into her granddaughter.
"Oh, God, Grandmother!" Amanda cried, speaking as she gripped the thin bed sheet below her. Her granny's fake cock filled her. The thing was buried inside her pretty pussy. Molly stopped, but she kept her fake length deep inside the child of her own child, then slid it out until only the tip was inside the girl.
She slammed it back into her.
"Yeah, Grandma!!" Amanda said, talking as Molly slammed the bright red dildo into her pussy with enthusiasm. The seventy-year-old, granddaughter fucker gripped Amanda's hips with her hands as she did what she pleased. Amanda's hands were full of the bed sheet's material. And her tits bounced and swung while her grandmother showed her no mercy.
The teen thrust back at her grandma, encouraging her elderly lover to keep loving her in that rough way.
Molly was so big and deep inside Amanda. The plastic cock was pleasing the brunette.
Grandma was pleasing her granddaughter. What she gave her was a sweet treat. And yes, that sweet treat was a red, fake penis. But it was a fake penis that was good and great. It was awesome. Amanda could not deny that. She did not deny it.
Amanda allowed her tall grandmother to use her like a tool. Molly, who was Jennifer's creator, treated her granddaughter like a sex object. Amanda was only eighteen years old. She was barely legal, but that was okay. Because her grandmother, her lustful and beautiful grandmother, was fucking her good.
Yes, it was wrong. All of it was wrong.
But Amanda did not hate herself for not caring. What mattered was the feel of the red cock buried inside her. The cock was moving into her pussy again and again, battering her insides with no remorse, as if its owner could not stop fucking her own granddaughter.
"I'm cumming!" Amanda yelled. "I'm cumming!"
Pussy juice splattered onto the bed.
Molly continued slamming her dick into her sweet granddaughter's wonderful pussy, increasing the speed as Amanda's body tensed. The girl's wet, leaking pussy convulsed around the artificial dick as she climaxed. She cried out, then squeezed the sheet harder. The girl did that as her orgasm flowed through her as soaking arousal sprayed out of herself.
Hands rubbed Amanda's ass. Those hands were wrinkled, and they also belonged to the woman who had given birth to the teenager's own mother.
"I love rubbing your ass, Amanda," Molly said, thrusting. "I also love fucking you."
As Grandma Molly fucked Amanda, both of the relatives panted. Molly continued screwing her daughter's daughter.
Someone screamed.
Goosebumps spread across Amanda's naked skin. Molly pulled the wet strap-on out of her, and then the teen rotated so that she could face her clothed, panicking mother.
"Get away from my baby girl!" Jennifer shouted.
She came closer to Amanda, grabbed her arm, and then the blonde woman forced her nude baby girl off of the bed. Jennifer forced Amanda to stand behind her. Without looking, she placed her hands against her daughter's bare sides.
Jennifer had taken up the role of a human shield. The woman stood between her naked daughter and her naked mother, who fucked the teen girl with consent. But the daughter of the old woman who had her huge tits out didn't know that.
Molly was on her bare knees. Wet sweat went down each of her big tits as she kept her focus on Jennifer, her traumatized, angry daughter.
The granny took off the harness.
"Mom, what kind of a sick fuck are you?!" Jennifer said. "You forced yourself on my daughter, didn't you? It's so obvious. What kind of monster does that to their own granddaughter?"
Amanda brought her hand to the fabric of her mom's long shirt sleeve.
"Mom, it wasn't like that!" she said. "Me and Grandma were having sex. Consensual sex. I let her do all of that to me, and I liked it."
Jennifer turned to Amanda. The woman gripped her shoulders.
"Tell me you're lying, please," Jennifer said. Instead of saying a word to her mom, Amanda shook her head. Tears were fleeing the woman's blue eyes. "What am I supposed to do, Amanda? You can't have sex with your grandmother. You're not supposed to do any of those things. It's incest. It's awful."
"It's amazing, Jen," Molly said. Her hands were against her thighs. When Jennifer turned to face her, the old woman wrapped her wrinkled hand around the fake dick. "I fucked your daughter, who is my granddaughter. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. Amanda liked it. She said it herself. I love you, but I love your daughter a lot. People might say I love her too much."
Jennifer winced. She winced as if Grandma Molly had slammed the strap-on against her stomach.
"I don't feel very well," Jennifer said. Amanda, like the good daughter she was, rubbed her mom's back. "You went too far, Mom. And there's only one way I can respond to this situation. That doesn't involve me hurting you, of course. I need to have sex with my daughter. I need to fuck her."
Molly shook her head.
"You can't have sex with your own daughter, Jennifer," Molly said. "I already did, but at least I'm less related to her than you are."
"Just get out of here," Jennifer said. "Get out of this room, Mom. I don't want to see you right now."
Molly broke eye contact with Jennifer. She looked at Amanda, keeping a frown on her face for the whole time. And then the granddaughter fucker left the bedroom.
The harness and its strap-on stayed.
"This is so messed up," Amanda stated. "Grandma gave me what I wanted, Mom, and you ruined everything."
There were spots of girl cum on the bed, but Amanda rested her naked body on it anyway. She was on her side. The eighteen-year-old stayed on her side while she faced the hard wall, but she also heard clothes sliding against skin. That had to be her mom stripping.
After only a few minutes, Amanda shut her brown eyes. At that moment, while her grandmother remained away from the room and her mother was probably naked, Amanda had the urge to sleep. She could sleep, then wake up in the morning. And that might be okay. It might bring some peace.
Movement arrived on the bed. Jennifer had moved to the spot behind Amanda, and the teen assumed her mom was as naked as she was. Jennifer placed her soft hand on Amanda's arm. The touch was done with love.
A mother's love.
Then the strap-on's tip touched the entrance to Amanda's vagina.
Amanda filled her mind with the fact that her mother had put herself between her and Grandma Molly. Jennifer had shown she was willing to protect her daughter from people she viewed as monsters.
Jennifer loved Amanda. She did.
Even now, as the tip to a fake cock stayed against Amanda's vagina, the woman behind the girl did not make any attempt to penetrate. Jennifer could stick the plastic dick into her daughter and fuck away, but she didn't.
Amanda opened her eyes. Her mom was still behind her. The fake penis was still at her opening.
"Is this okay?" Jennifer asked.
"Yeah, mom," Amanda replied.
Jennifer moved her hand from her daughter's arm to her daughter's bare hip.
Jennifer made things change. With a wet, inappropriate sound, her false cock slid past her daughter's opening, then it plunged inside her. It did so with force. It went all the way in.
"Mom!" Amanda yelled, the girl shouting as she got penetrated by the blonde beauty who had created her.
"Baby girl," Jennifer said. And she chuckled. "I can't believe I'm doing this to you."
Jennifer thrusted in and out. She and Amanda were on their sides as they enjoyed mother-daughter bonding time.
"Mom!" Amanda said. "You're fucking me!"
Jennifer had a hold of her girl's naked hip and she didn't let go as she had her way with her daughter, moaning with freedom as she fucked Amanda for real. The woman fucked Amanda with pleasure. Joy and pleasure. For way too long of a time, Amanda and Jennifer hadn't come close to doing something like this. Now, Amanda was naked and Jennifer wore a strap-on, which she used to make her daughter take her red dick.
Amanda had let her grandmother fuck her, yeah, but what she let her mother do to her was worse. That was because Amanda and Jennifer were more closely related to each other than Amanda and Grandma Molly were to each other.
Mother and daughter weren't touching each other sexually, but Amanda or Jennifer would not be able to tell people in the future that they had engaged in strap-on sex with each other. On a related note, Amanda wouldn't be able to tell people what she had done with her granny earlier.
This was clearly wrong. It was wrong and awesome.
Mommy Jennifer was fucking Amanda.
Jennifer squeezed Amanda's jiggling breast.
Both of the woman's hands came to Amanda's bare hips. They pulled the girl backwards over and over. The mattress bounced as the movements on the bed became more and more powerful. Amanda used her hands to take hold of the sheet on the bed, then she held on in a tight grip.
She started to actively push back hard against her mom's wild thrusts.
This was what mother-daughter sex was really like. It was terrible how Amanda and Jennifer had never done it with each other before.
Incest.
Incest was the best thing.
Sweat coated Amanda's skin. Her heart was pounding. It pounded in a good way.
Jennifer had Amanda. She had her. The lady's hands held Amanda's young and teenage body in place, and she kept thrusting her feminine hips forward to meet her baby girl's. Jennifer moaned in pleasure. Amanda could feel the woman's soft, sweet hands gripping her in place, forcing her onto the fake cock, and Amanda loved every bit of it.
Of course she loved every bit of it. What her mom was doing to her was amazing. It was simply amazing. Amanda's clit was being bumped with every thrust, and her swollen pussy lips gripped the red plastic of her mother's cock. The bright red shaft slid in and out of the happy teenage girl, and inside her was real horniness. Amanda didn't doubt her mom was at least as horny as her. Maybe the blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman was even hornier than her girl.
Amanda moaning with no control. She panted with no control.
"You like this, honey?" Jennifer asked. Without saying anything, Amanda nodded her head. "Take it all! Take it all, my slutty daughter!"
Amanda took it all.
She squirted. Then she squirted again.
"Fuck!" Jennifer shouted, yelling while her thrusting slowed. "I'm cumming!"
Amanda listened as her horny mom squirted on the inside of the harness. Mother and daughter both panted, then Jennifer pulled out of her eighteen-year-old kid's wet pussy.
"You were a good girl, Amanda," Jennifer said. She kissed Amanda's cheek, tapped her hip two times. "Come on. Suck on Mommy's breasts. It's been years since you've last done that."
Movement. Movement from Jennifer.
Amanda moved onto her back, then went onto her side.
Jennifer's nipples were pink. They pointed at the ceiling. The breasts they were attached to were huge and glorious. Amanda's mother was busty. Her busty body only made her more attractive in her daughter's brown eyes.
Amanda got wetter at the sight of her mom's huge tits. She could finger herself and cum just by looking at Mother Jennifer's lovely breasts, but Amanda's mom wanted her to suck on her tits. That is what had to happen. Amanda was eager to make that happen.
Amanda placed a hand against Jennifer's heavy tit, and then she played with a hard nipple. It got harder. Jennifer kept a smile on her face as her daughter toyed with her pink nipple.
After placing her soft hands against the big breast, Amanda brought her lips closer to the tit, then she sucked.
The eighteen-year-old licked and sucked on the breast. She flicked it with her warm tongue, bit a hard nipple with sweet preciousness.
Then Amanda had fun with the other breast.
She held the two sweet breasts together, and they impressed her. The girl buried her beautiful face in them, feasted. While Amanda sucked on a hard nipple, her mom played with her brown hair.
"That's a good girl," Jennifer said. "Keep sucking on your mom's breast."
After some time went by, maybe a minute later, Jennifer forced Amanda's lips away from her tit.
"I'm going to check on your grandmother," Jennifer said. She sat up, then kissed Amanda's forehead. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Mom," Amanda said.
Jennifer left the bed, and her hips swayed as she headed out the room. Amanda followed her mom into the living room, her bare feet slapping against the floor.
Grandma Molly stood behind the sofa. Her big butt was against it. She made eye contact with Jennifer, who went to stand in front of her mother a short moment later.
"I heard what you did in there," Molly said. "You really had sex with your own daughter."
"And you're going to have sex with yours." Jennifer told her.
"What?" Molly said.
Jennifer's hands came to her shoulders, then she forced the old woman to turn around.
"Jen, we should stop this," Molly said. "You don't have to do thi-"
The grandmother gasped as Jennifer penetrated her with the red cock.
"Take it all, Mom!" Jennifer said, holding Molly's wide hips as she thrusted. Molly grabbed the top of the sofa. "Someone had to fuck you. You can't fuck your granddaughter without her mom fucking you!"
"Jennifer!" Molly said.
Jennifer reached out and grabbed her mother's gray hair. While she kept her hand around the older woman's hair, she moved her hips back and forth, back and forth, the blonde mom using the red strap-on to give the oldest person in the living room a good fucking.
Molly's huge breasts shook hard as her daughter thrusted into her hard.
Amanda, like the eighteen-year-old voyeur that she was, started fingering herself as she watched her two busty family members screw.
"Keep fucking her, Mom," Amanda said, her thin fingers wet with her own arousal. Even though she wouldn't have stopped anyway, Jennifer kept fucking her daughter's grandmother, who was her own mother. "Keep fucking her."
Amanda moved her fingers faster, focusing on masturbating as she focused on the incest playing out in front of her.
"Your granddaughter is loving this, Mom," Jennifer said, talking to the now submissive Molly. She slapped the old lady's thick ass. "Tell me you're loving this! I know you are! You might as well say it!"
"I'm loving this, Jen!" Molly said.
An actual smile arrived on her wrinkled face.
Jennifer smiled as well. She took her mother from behind and her daughter masturbated to what was going on and it was obvious taboo incest had hooked its wrong nature into the three relatives.
The strap-on that had been in a young pussy and an old pussy was now pleasuring that old pussy, and Amanda was pleasuring her young pussy as her breasts jiggled with her movements.
Despite the fact she had spent such a long time being a good girl, Amanda couldn't agree that she was a good girl. She, Amanda, was an incestuous teenager who had been railed by her grandmother and mother. They hadn't forced themselves onto her, but she had wanted it. She had allowed those two women to use her young and slim body.
As she slammed her hands against Grandma Molly's big hips, Jennifer's big tits slapped against her chest as they flew back and forth with her movements, her incestuous movements. The woman, the MILF, buried her red cock in her mother over and over. She did that while her daughter tried reaching climax. Amanda tried getting an orgasm as her mom used her own mom's older body for fun and pleasure.
Molly moaned with a force matching the force of her daughter's thrusting.
"Oh, God!" Molly said, her huge tits swinging underneath her. "This is so sinful, but I don't care anymore!"
Amanda kept fingering herself, not caring that her wetness dripped onto her floor as her busty mother screwed her even bustier grandmother. Jennifer's ass was big and her mother's ass was even bigger, and sweat went down the women's butt cheeks. Sweat dripped off their big breasts.
"I'm going to touch your nice breasts, Mom." Jennifer said, breathing hard. "Get ready, Mommy."
Molly's huge tits slapped together with the force of their screwing. Jennifer moved her hands, then grabbed her mommy's tits. She squeezed them. The way she squeezed them, you would think the White woman were a Japanese man groping some tits in a Japanese subway.
"So big," Jennifer said, groping. "They're even bigger than mine."
She shuddered.
"Fuck," the mom said. "I'm going to cum!"
She shook again, then Amanda and Molly both heard Jennifer's female cum squirting against the harness she wore.
While that happened, Molly trembled.
"Me too!" she announced.
The old woman's pussy let loose a spray of wet and hot cum. Jennifer pulled out and even more lady cum gushed out of Molly.
It sprayed against Jennifer's naked thighs.
Molly's granny cum struck the floor, wetting it up.
Amanda, fingering herself and using one hand to play with her clit, grunted.
Her wet cunt spat out girl cum onto the living room floor. Jennifer and Molly turned their attention to what was happening, and then they watched several more squirts of teenage cum rain down onto the floor.
"My baby was so aroused," Jennifer said. She took off the harness, then let it drop against the floor. The woman opened her slim arms. "Come to Mommy."
Amanda went to her, and she found more happiness when she hugged her naked mother. Jennifer hugged her daughter as her big breasts mashed against Amanda's smaller ones. Naked skin was against naked skin. Wet vaginas almost touched wet vaginas.
It was a nice post-multigenerational incest hug.
A short moment after the hug came to an end, Grandma Molly came close. She grabbed the back of Jennifer's head with one hand, then she grabbed the back of Amanda's head with one hand. And the elder brought Amanda's head closer to Jennifer's.
Amanda kissed her mother. They kissed on the lips, which wasn't as bad as what they had done with each other earlier.
Six seconds after the kiss was over, Molly put her arms around Jennifer and Amanda. Then the blonde mom and the teenage girl engaged in a group hug with the woman who had made both of their existences possible.
Amanda smiled.
Grandma Molly and Jennifer were adoring Amanda.