It Happened in a Chat Room Pt. 02

Getting caught by your daughter while masturbating is embarrassing.

Find out you have been having cybersex with your daughter... well, I cannot describe the embarrassment the both of us felt. It was deep.

After an awkward day of silence between us, where we could barely even look at each other, she "temporarily" moved in with her dad. Yeah, I cried hard those first two nights alone.

She didn't take much of her belongings, mainly some clothes, makeup, her phone, and laptop.

The house was so empty without her.

But... well, I guess I also needed not to see her for a little bit. I don't think I could have looked her in the eyes.

I didn't play 3D X for a while after that. But, after about a month, I needed that human connection and logged back on.

After a couple of days, Violet signed on.

She asked me how it went. She had not talked with Maddi since then, either.

I told her the straight-up truth.

Seeing and talking with Violet was akin to talking to a psychiatrist for me. It helped me get a lot off my shoulders.

"I cannot imagine what it would be to run into something like that," she told me at one point. "If it were my daughter, I'm not sure what I would do."

"I think asking what she was doing in a sex game at that age would be a good start," I said.

We both laughed over that one.

I sometimes swear she was a psychiatrist sometimes. She made me feel a lot better about myself. We even discussed some of the stuff face-to-face on Discord, which also made me feel a lot better. Of course, it did not hurt that she was a hottie and sometimes helped me feel better by getting naked.

This went on for about a month when Violet told me one evening that Maddi had finally signed on again and messaged her, asking her if they could talk. But Violet wanted to know if that was all right with me.

I said it was.

So, for another two or so weeks, Violet bounced between me and Maddi, playing psychiatrist with both of us. I said before that I swear she was a professional.

"How mad was she?" I asked at one point.

Violet cleared her throat. "She... funny thing is, she isn't mad. I don't think she was, either, that night. Just... surprised? Confused? Taken aback?"

I asked Violet if she could tell Maddi I was sorry, which she did. She returned with an apology from Maddi, then dropped the bomb that Maddi wanted to move back in again.

That was heavy. I had to think about it for a few hours, but in the end, I missed having my baby girl in my home with me. Sure, something forbidden had happened between us, but it was an accident. And that home was growing increasingly lonely every day. I agreed.

I did not expect it to happen so quickly, but Maddi was back at home after a day.

That night, after eating dinner in silence, we both sat at the table, empty plates before us, in an awkward silence for a while.

"I wanted to let you know that I never started playing the game until after I turned 18," she said, breaking the silence.

I nodded. "Same," I choked out. That was the only thing I could think of to say.

She giggled.

Maddi bit her lower lip nervously. "Mom, can I ask a serious question?"

"Of course," I said, hoping the nervousness didn't show.

"Are you mad because I am a lesbian?"

"Honey! No! No! No, I am not mad. Not at all. That is who you are; that is what you are. I could never hate you because of something like that."

She gave me a tiny smile. "Good," she said quietly. "Does it upset you that I like older women like Violet?"

I laughed. "If Violet is what you call old, then of course not."

"Well, what if I liked women older than her?"

I shook my head. "You may love whom you want."

She smiled again. We were both silent for a moment. "Thank you, Mom," she said quietly and removed herself from the table.

It took a while for the carefree, carefree, impish, contagiously funny Maddi to return, but she did. Our dinner conversations were once again filled with laughter, discussion, and good-natured banter.

She even broke the ice and started talking freely about 3dx, which helped me talk about it freely, too.

"Do you only chase after younger girls?" she asked me one evening.

I smiled. "No, I have been with a couple of women older than me, too." I shrugged. "I guess I just like women. Period."

She chewed her bite thoughtfully. "Do you think you are a full-blown lesbian now?"

I shook my head. I'm not sure what I am. However, I enjoy the company of women a lot more than that of men.

"When was the last time you were with a man?"

"Your father, when we were married."

"No, I mean on there."

"Oh. A little bit after I started, I guess. What was it about two years ago?" She nodded. I sighed. "I did try about a year ago, but I ended up ghosting the poor guy. He was OK, I guess, but he was a typical man. It just didn't do anything for me."

She nodded. "I've never been with a man on there ever," she told me as a matter-of-factly. I let it go at that.

More weeks passed, and our comfort and closeness grew more potent than before.

While her father and I were married, I kept a liberal household. When it was just Maddi and me at home, we would parade around the house in whatever we felt comfortable, and I would encourage Maddi to dress comfortably. Many times, she wore a T-shirt and panties.

When her father and I split, I made sure to keep those loose household rules intact. I wanted Maddi to be comfortable with herself and with me. While a T-shirt and panties remained her dress of choice, sometimes she preferred absolutely nothing. To encourage that, I did the same. Honestly, it felt good; it felt free to walk around the house naked without fear of getting caught.

Of course, after the Incident, we put on a lot more clothes. After a while, slowly but surely, as Maddi became a lot more comfortable again, so did her wardrobe.

I knew we were doing pretty good when she began wearing a lot more t-shirts and panties at home.

I knew things had become better than the same when I came home from work and found her walking the hallways naked. As we passed, she smiled and greeted me. I knew that I was doing my job as a mother of a young adult right at that moment.

After a few days, I also began walking around the house naked. Again, it was a feeling of freedom. A couple of times, we even snuck into our fenced backyard and tanned in the nude. Watching my tan lines disappear was a huge bonus!

So, our house became a miniature nudist colony. We did not have to worry much about embarrassing guests, as we had guests so rarely.

As we were eating dinner one evening, I noticed Maddi seemed a bit more distracted than usual. When I asked her what the matter was, she blurted, "Violet wants to meet us both. Like, in person."

"Oh," was all I could manage to squeak out.

Violet and I had grown relatively close lately. We would sometimes spend hours in the game and on Discord talking with each other about everything under the sun. We also spent much time getting intimate with each other.

We had joked many times about what it would be like in person, but she lived in California, and we were in Ohio. That was a rather good distance apart. Not to mention the awkwardness between the three of us for a while after The Incident.

However, the thought had still gone through my mind many times.

Cybersex could be a wonderful experience. And cybersex with Violet was a wonderful experience. But there were times when I found myself longing for the real thing. At the same time, I was nervous as fuck. I mean, here I was in my fifties and had zero experience with other women... yet I desired sex with other women. I was starting to feel an urge for that first time, but I wanted it to be remarkable.

Meanwhile, Maddi had also been spending much time with Violet. She had asked me if it was all right many times, and I had assured her that jealousy was not an issue between Violet and me. Even when Maddi pressed me a little about The Incident, I told her it was okay.

Violet never really said anything seriously about meeting in person. She confessed to me one night that she had met up with a few other girls from the game at some point in real life, and most of the time, they had a rather enjoyable time.

So, when Maddi told me that Violet had mentioned she would like to meet in person, it came as a surprise but not a total shock.

"Did you hear me?" Maddi asked with a giggle. "Or is your head in the clouds."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry. A fog... you know..."

She giggled again. "Anyway, she asked me a while ago. And, to be honest, I've been thinking about it. I might have an idea, and it is going to take a bit of luck, but Violet is up for it. You know how we both have wanted to run Big Sur?" she asked with a big grin on her face.

After I had split from my husband, one of my new passions became running. Maddi very willingly joined it. Honestly, that was one of the things that helped us grow close again after The Incident.

We had run a few local marathons - Columbus, Flying Pig, Grand Lake, Air Force - but both had dreamed of running a few marathons that were not in Ohio.

One of those was the Big Sur Marathon, which started in a redwood forest and then ran along Highway 1 until ending in Carmel, California. For ages, Maddi and I dreamed of this race.

To gain access to this April race, one must enter their names in a lottery. We did.

We both got our names drawn, odds against all odds. We were thrilled.

Then, the planning started. I got airline tickets, and Maddi made plans with Violet for us to stay at her place in nearby Pacific Grove.

Winter came and waned, and our training ramped up. So did my nerves.

Violet and I discussed it every day. Honestly, that did not help my nerves.

"It will be all right, mom!" Maddi said one evening at dinner, less than two weeks before the race. "I swear, I don't know if you're more nervous about the marathon or about meeting Violet!"

I smiled. "A little bit of both," I said quietly.

She put her hand over mine. "Mom. It will be all right. Violet likes you."

"I like her, too. But, well... I mean..." I let it drift off.

Maddi did not. "Mom, it will be great. She wants to be with you. Like, a lot. That is all she talks about, even when we're doing things. Kinda weird, but OK!"

I smiled again. "I know. But I don't want to let her down or anything."

She squeezed my hand and cocked her head. "How could you let her down?"

"Big difference between putting stuff into words and doing them," I said quickly and quietly.

She sat back and smiled. "Mom... are you a virgin?"

I shook my head. "No, your father and I..."

I don't want to know about that, and that's not what I meant! Are you a virgin with other women?"

I gulped and nodded.

She set her head in her hand and looked at me for a moment, then smiled. You'll do great, Mom. You are a hottie! Violet is a hottie! It will be hot. You will do whatever you feel is right.

We ate in silence for a while. I cleared my throat nervously. "Do you and Violet have any plans while you are there?"

She smiled. "Yeah. But sort of. I did want to bring that up. I mean, we do, but I want it to be all right with you."

I laughed. "Of course, it's all right with me, sweetie." You are grown up. And Violet and I, well, we share no jealousy."

She bit her lower lip as she played with her food. "I am a bit nervous about it, too."

"And here you were preaching to me like you were all confident!"

She nodded. "Mom, I'm a virgin."

I looked her in the eyes and smiled. "Sweetie, whether you are a virgin or not makes no difference at all to me, you know that. Your body is yours, and you are welcome to do with it as you please, within the law.

She kept picking at her food. "Yeah, I know. But I am a virgin. With men and women."

I sighed, nodding, knowing precisely what she meant. She was nervous, too. It was only natural.

However, the day arrived sooner than we had expected. I mean, it all went as planned, but it just caught us off guard. The plane trip was one of the longest ones I had been on in my life.

Violet met us at the San Francisco airport. I had seen her in action many times, but seeing her in person... was something else.

It was a chilly April early morning, a bit of drizzle coming from the sky. She wore a hoodie, a pair of jeans, and a knit cap and looked as adorable in real life as she did on camera.

We all exchanged hugs. If Violet was nervous, she did not show it, holding the hug a bit longer than I was used to. I did not mind. Her hug felt good.

We got into her car and readied for the long drive to Pacific Grove. We started at 6:30 in the morning for what would usually be a two-hour trip, but we made numerous tourist stops, with Violet being thrilled and willing to show us all the sights along the way.

Still, we made the trip in a little less than four hours, dropped our bags off at her house, and then made our way back to Monterey, where we picked up our race packets for the marathon two days from then.

We ate at a nice seafood restaurant on the pier, then returned to Pacific Grove, where we all crashed into our respective rooms. Violet's house was indeed comfortable, with more than enough rooms for all of us and some to spare, allowing us to stay comfortably. But that night, we were tired.

The next day, we returned to Monterey for more light sightseeing, including a whale tour, the aquarium, and a walk along Fisherman's Wharf and Cannery Row.

"Are you nervous?" Violet asked me as we walked side by side at one point as we strolled along Tin Can Alley. Maddi had stayed behind at a small jewelry shop, promising to catch up with us when she was done.

I nodded. The sun was beginning its descent towards the horizon, and I liked to be in bed early before a big race. Especially one like this, where we were to be bussed to the starting line at 3 in the morning.

"I'm like this before every race, whether it is a 5K or a marathon."

She giggled and gave me a playful hip check. "I mean about us, silly!"

I swallowed, sticking my hands in my pocket. A frigid wind was blowing off the ocean. "Yeah."

She smiled and nodded. "I am, too," she said, taking my hand and holding it as we continued our stroll.

We walked in silence for a while, butterflies flocking in my stomach, when Maddi caught up with us. "Awww!" she said with genuine tenderness. "Look at you two!"

We smiled at her as she held up the new bracelet she had just acquired.

"Your mother admits she is a bit nervous," she said with a smile.

"She gets like that before all the races," Maddi said.

We both laughed.

"I meant about... you know. She and I."

Maddi turned a little bit red and smiled. "Oh, yeah!" she giggled.

"Are you nervous?" Violet asked Maddi as she took her hand.

Maddi nodded. "About the race or the sex?"

Violet glanced at me with a slight smile on her face. "Both."

"Then... yeah."

Violet smiled again and walked us down the sidewalk, holding our hands.

We got back to her house in plenty of time. It was not even 5 p. m. yet, but Maddi and I had both planned on going to bed soon so we could be up bright and early for our trip.

An hour later, we were in our respective beds. I was asleep almost immediately. I suspect Maddi tossed and turned for a while before drifting off, as she often did before big races.

I was up before the alarm, got dressed, and exited my room, finding Maddi and Violet already up and about.

In our nervousness, we said little before getting in the drive to make the short trip to Monterey, where the buses awaited us.

"I'll be waiting at the finish line for you all!" Violet said as we got out of the car.

The trip to the starting line was made in darkness, as was much of our wait. When we started, the sun had barely come up to light the landscape.

Still, it was the most beautiful race I had ever done. The first six miles were done in a redwood forest. This was a younger forest, but still majestic. Even then, in the distance, we could hear the crash of the waves against the shore.

The coast was stunning. It is a relatively new coast, geographically speaking, with a lot of jagged edges, rocks, and crashing surf. Frankly, the only way to describe it is to see it for yourself. In some parts of our run, we could see lighthouses overlooking the sea in the distance.

Hurricane Point was brutal and lived up to its name. After a long, steady climb, the plateau greeted Maddi and me with headwinds that nearly knocked us off our feet. After that, we headed downhill, crossing the Bixby Bridge to the pounding of a drum corps and the tinkling of a man in a tux playing the piano, and went on our merry way.

The sights and the distance took my breath away. Within the last three miles of the finish line, three respectable hills put us to the test, but the visions of a crashing surf nearby kept us going until we crossed the finish line to a cheering group of people. Both Maddi and I were able to spot Violet cheering us on as we approached our destination.

Running a marathon is brutal. It takes a lot out of you, and walking significant distances is not something one looks forward to. Nor do we look forward to steps, but that is a whole other thing.

We ate at a nice burger joint in Carmel before going back to Violet's place in Pacific Grove.

"I think you both could use a nice full-body massage!" Violet said as the other two of us slinked inside her home; we glanced at her warily. "I promise you, no funny stuff. I am a professional." With that, she pointed to a series of degrees on her wall, one of which stated that she was a licensed massage therapist.

And, oh my, was she good. My legs felt like toast after 26 miles, but wow, did she ever get the blood flowing in them? For good measure, she gave my arms a good folding and my back a good crack before doing the same for Maddi.

It was getting late by then, and we were tired from the day's events. Violet ordered some pizza from a local pizza joint and then cracked open a bottle of wine from a nearby winery.

The wine made me very tired. Maddi inherited that reaction and nodded several times before Violet sent us both to bed to sleep off the day.

I think I was asleep before I hit the pillow.

And I think I slept like I had never before. When I woke up, the sun was already up. I got up from bed, expecting some of the standard day-after stiffness, but I did not feel all that bad. Violet's massage had done quite a trick on me! I grabbed my oversized Big Sur Marathon t-shirt and a pair of running shorts and headed out into the house.

I peeked into Maddi's room and found her still dead asleep, face down, half covered by blankets, completely naked. I covered up her bare butt, as a mother is wanting to do.

I found Violet on her enclosed patio, sipping some orange juice and nibbling on some grapes. She had been sunning herself as her robe was open, exposing a fabulous pair of breasts I had only seen on a screen.

A board from the patio creaked under my footstep, causing Violet to jump slightly and whip her robe closed as she blushed profusely.

"I thought you would be out longer than that!" she said with a giggle.

"One of the best sleeps I have ever had," I said.

"How are you feeling?"

"Your massage did the trick! I feel a little stiff, but not as much as I did before.

Well, one of the keys to marathon recovery is moving a lot the day after. I do have a few activities planned. It's a museum, if you're up for it, and we have a pretty pleasant beach. Again, if you're up to it, she glanced towards Maddi's room. "Do you think the kid would be up for it?"

I smiled. She recovers much faster than I do. I think she will."

Violet nodded, sighed, smiled, and loosened her robe again, letting her breasts bask in the sunshine. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked, glancing at me.

I swallowed. "No. I am enjoying the view."

She giggled. "I am doing the same, though I would like to see some more of that scenery!" As she said this, she gently removed the rest of the robe and placed it next to her.

I stuttered and chuckled nervously as I uneasily eased myself into a lounge chair next to her. The sun did feel good.

"I mean... if you want..." she said.

I cleared my throat, trying to find an explanation, but instead, I pulled my shirt over my head. It was a struggle and looked comical as I struggled with it a bit, getting stuck. Like I said, it was an oversized shirt. After accomplishing that, I laid back and then wiggled out of my shorts.

I cleared my throat again, trying to find words.

"Comfy?" Violet asked politely, handing me an orange juice and putting the bowl of grapes between us.

"As rain," I stumbled out, popping a grape into my mouth and completely missing my mouth with another.

She giggled and lay back, basking in the sun. "Still nervous, I see," she said gently.

I nodded, taking in the sun. In the distance, I could see waves crashing into the beach.

We sat there for a while, soaking up the sun. Every chance I got, I glanced at Violet. Her body was terrific, even better in person than the enticing images I got on video. Occasionally, I would catch her glancing at me. I think I blushed every time.

It was about 8:30 when a chipper voice sounded behind us. "Hey! Everybody is already up and... naked?"

Violet broke into giggles. I snickered and shook my head. She offered Maddi a chair on the other side, along with a glass of orange juice, some grapes, and the chance to get naked. Maddi jumped at the offer, throwing off her shirt in a flash before taking a seat.

For a while, we sat in the chairs, taking in the sun, exchanging small talk, and simply enjoying our brief moment of freedom.

The day was spent stretching our legs and shopping, followed by a long walk on the beach as the sun approached the sea. Violet insisted we all wear bikinis, and the day was a lot more agreeable to the decision, being warmer than it had been on race day. We sat on a bench at the beach, Violet in the middle, arms wrapped around each other as we watched the sun slide into the sea.

Back at her house, still in our bikinis, she prepared a full pasta meal for us, along with some more local wine. Soft music played from her phone as we ate, drank, and exchanged small talk. After we ate, we took our glasses and another bottle and settled onto a large sofa in her living room, exchanging small talk once again.

Violet was again in the middle of us, her arms around each of our waists.

At one point, Maddi let out a sigh and lay her head on Violet's shoulder. "Wine makes me sleepy!" she said with a slight yawn.

"Wine makes me horny!" Violet blurted out with a giggle. Our giggles followed.

"Yeah, makes me pretty horny, too," Maddi said after a moment's silence. We all giggled again.

Two pairs of eyes looked in my direction. I bit my lower lips. "You both know it makes me pretty tired." I took a sip and looked at the glass. "But this shit... it's making me pretty horny, too!" I said with a laugh.

After our laughter died down, Violet wrapped her arms around our shoulders. Maddi's head still rested partly on her shoulder and now partly on her bosom. I had half leaned my head against Violet's. We stayed that way for a while, engaging in small talk and enjoying each other's company.

"I do have the best pillows in this house!" Maddi blurted out, her head now resting fully on Violet's breast. We all cracked up laughing.

"You, young lady, are a living doll!" Violet said, standing up suddenly, causing Maddi to fall to the sofa beside me. I fell back a little bit. Violet quickly bent at her waist, giving Maddi a full kiss on the lips. "A living doll!" Maddi blushed at that. "But," Violet continued. "I believe I would love to have this dance with this lovely lady."

She smiled and held out her hand to me. It was my turn to blush.

I shyly took her hand and stood up. Gently, Violet pulled me close to her, pressing her body against mine, one hand pressing on the small of my back, the other grasping my other hand.

I looked into her eyes, her beautiful dark eyes, and smiled, letting my body sway with hers.

She planted a little kiss on my lips.

I returned it, slipping my tongue into her mouth.

Her hand went to my butt, fondling it.

I undid the tie on her bikini top, letting it fall to the ground, groping her breasts, which filled the palm of my hand, her nipple pressing into it.

Our breaths grew deeper as our kiss grew more passionate and more profound.

We heard a soft sigh behind us.

Maddi lay face down on the sofa now, her head half buried in a pillow, one eye peeking out and watching us, her hair falling in front of her eyes.

Violet broke her embrace from me, walked over to her, knelt, and planted a passionate kiss on Maddi's lips.

Maddi returned the kiss with passion and hunger. She shifted her body slightly on the sofa. Violet moved her body a little bit until she lay partially on top of Maddi, their mouths wrestling in a passionate kiss, both lost in each other.

Maddi's bikini top was tossed from the sofa. Maddi's hand was in the waistband of Violet's bikini bottom as she massaged the older woman's butt, her fingers nearing the crack.

Violet let out a passionate gasp as Maddi began to cover her neck and shoulder with kisses. They switched places, Maddi kneeling over Violet as she kissed her generous breasts before taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it with hunger as Violet groaned in pleasure. I watched in fascination as Maddi's hand crawled between Violet's legs, rubbing softly over the front of Violet's bikini bottom, causing both to moan in pleasure.

I was becoming increasingly flush. I also felt like a third wheel.

Trying not to make a sound, I moved towards my room. My eyes were still adhesive to the pair on the sofa as my daughter lovingly suckled on Violet's tits.

Violet's eyes blinked toward me.

She smiled.

She mouthed, "Stay. Please," then let out a moan as Maddi continued her kisses down Violet's stomach.

I have no idea why I did it, but I sat in a nearby chair, sliding it a little bit so it faced the beautiful action in front of me.

Violet watched me with wide eyes. "Take off her clothes," she mouthed as my daughter removed Violet's bikini bottom.

Not taking my eyes off the action, I removed my bikini. I sat back in the chair, sinking in its incredible softness.

Maddi wiggled herself until she was between Violet's spread legs. From where I sat, I could see her pinkness, bright and wet; Maddi used her fingers to spread Violet's lips, looking at her pink tunnel in wonder before letting out a small sigh and driving her tongue deep inside, to which Violet answered with a pleasured moan.

She turned her head again toward me. She mouthed, "Spread your legs. Spread your pussy. I want to watch you play with yourself."

She bit her lower lip as I hesitated.

She nodded her head when I spread my legs, showing her my wet pussy. I let out a soft groan as I slid a finger, then a second, along my lips, massaging them, touching them, tickling my hooded clit with each minor stroke, spreading my wetness over myself as I watched my baby girl give my best friend head.

I watched as Maddi's tongue explored Violet's depths, licking furiously, her fingers still spreading her wide as Violet moaned and groaned in encouragement.

Violet began fingering her clit as Maddi ate her, then arched her back and let out a massive groan as her body shook. Little drips of white liquid came from her pussy, which my daughter lapped up with hunger.

Without a word, Violet sat up, lay Maddi on her own back, slid off her panties, and buried her face between my daughter's legs, her lips devouring her pussy. Maddi let out a yelp of pleasure at the act, then began moaning and groaning in pleasure as Violet went down on her, popping my daughter's lesbian cherry right before my very eyes.

Through the years, watching her grow and develop physically and mentally, I had never had a sexual fantasy about my daughter, even as we would parade around our house naked.

After The Incident, I had a few weird dreams about her and even found myself with a stray fantasy about her, but I usually shook it off to some Freudian fuckery. I convinced myself that such thoughts were pretty natural and harmless and that I was indeed to never act on such fantasies. After all, the two of us had spent our entire lives together, and she had spent much of her adult life alone with me - indeed, we had thoughts like that. No biggie.

Seeing Violet go down on Maddi sent a big shock to my system. Honestly, that was strange because I had watched Maddi give Violet head - and I had played with myself while watching them. It was because her face was hidden. I am not sure to this day.

But... a shock went through my system when I saw my baby daughter lying on the sofa, completely naked, intimately enjoying the feeling of an experienced woman eating her pussy, legs spread lewdly, breasts heaving, moans and groans of pleasure gurgling in her throat, eyes fluttering between open and shut sometimes rolling back in pleasure, tongue sticking out sometimes too wet her lip, her face still damp from Violet's orgasm - I found myself suddenly sexually interested in my daughter.

With my hand placed firmly between my legs, playing with myself, I walked from my chair to the sofa, kneeling beside Violet, getting a closer look at the tongue lashing she was giving my daughter.

Maddi opened her eyes for a moment as we made eye contact.

She gave me a large smile, then bit her lower lip and let out a slight squeal as Violet hit the spot perfectly once again.

Violet paused for a moment, feeling my presence, and turned to look at me, her hands still pressed on the sides of Maddi's pussy, a delicious, inviting pink, wet delicacy for my viewing pleasure.

Violet smiled and leaned over to me, giving me a massive kiss on the lips, her tongue sliding inside of my mouth as she kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss with as much passion for her, the lust in my body making me slightly tremble.

I could taste my daughter's juices in her mouth.

I let out a gasp as a tiny, quick little orgasm rocked through my body, then reached my face to hers again for another taste of her lips, another taste of Maddi's love juices.

With a satisfied smile, Violet returned her attention to Maddi, burying her head again between the girl's spread legs.

Maddi watched us with a smile on her face, her eyes locking onto mine when Violet returned to her pussy, probing my mind as Violet probed her with her tongue. She bit her lower lip and smiled more, then threw her head back in ecstasy as Violet began aggressively going after her clit with tongue and lips.

The scream of pleasure Maddi yelled in that house was louder and more erotic than any other sound I had heard in my life, I swore to myself. Cries of joy rang through the room, waking neighbors for blocks. Her body trembled violently, shaking the sofa like a sexy earthquake as Violet pressed her lips around her pussy, drinking her in.

The orgasm slowly subsided, Maddi still shaking and trembling on the sofa, gasping for breath, Violet still between her legs, gently kissing and licking her pussy clean as she cooed lovingly.

Two fingers from one hand still drove slowly in and out of my pussy, now dripping in lust, my other hand gently lying on Violet's back, softly stroking her. My eyes latched onto Maddi's face as her eyes fluttered open. When I found mine on hers, she smiled big again and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

She gently ran her hand on the side of Violet's head, softly stroking her as Violet placed little kisses on Maddi's pussy as the twitching subsided.

With an erotic groan, Violet slid from the sofa to the floor beside me, pressing her cum covered lips onto mine again. I happily accepted them, the taste of my daughter's orgasm on her lips sending tingles of excitement through my body.

As we kissed, she took my hand and put it between her legs. I slid two fingers inside of her, to which she let out a sigh of satisfaction. As I began finger fucking her, I felt two of her fingers enter me, answering each of my motions with motions of her own.

We both leaned our other elbows on the sofa for support, inches away from Maddi, who now sat on the couch, watching us, her fingers between her legs as she slid them along her bright red treasure.

Moans of pleasure rang through the room as fingers worked on each other until Violet came first with a shudder, me following shortly behind, then Maddi a few seconds later, letting out soft gasps.

I slid to the floor, my legs still spread as Violet continued to finger me when I reached over and bought her delicious rump until it hovered over my face, my tongue sticking out to explore her.

Softly, I licked her folds as she let out small gasps of encouragement. Gently, I probed her with my tongue as she let out loving moans. Up and down, I moved my tongue as her crotch hovered over my face, my tongue sliding from the top of her hood to the wrinkle of her starfish. She moaned in approvement at this, leaning over until she was licking my pussy, the touch of her tongue sending shivers through my body.

We slid on our sides, each of us elevating and bending a leg for easy access for the other, tongues, lips, and fingers exploring the real-life counterparts of two women who, for years, had made love to each other countless times in a video game, now enjoying the pleasures we were able to give to the other in real life.

I continued licking her pussy and her asshole, my fingers flighting from one hole to the other, fucking one for a while, the other for a little bit. Violet's groans of pleasure urged me on.

Meanwhile. I let out moans of pleasure myself into her pussy as her tongue worked magic on my vagina, her tongue thrust into seemingly impossible depths, twisting and turning and exploring me, her lips acting as a vacuum around my tenderness, her fingers exploring me with a tenderness which would send shudders up and down my spine.

I felt her tense at my touch at one point and devoured her clit, wrapping it between my lips, sucking on it, and lapping it with my tongue while she did the same on mine.

In the background, I could hear Maddi letting out little moans and groans as she watched us and fingered herself.

Finally, I could hold back no longer and shook in one of the most brutal orgasms I had experienced in a long time, if not my life.

But though my mind was wrapped in extreme pleasure, I continued sucking on Violet's clit, even as she delightfully licked me clean. She tensed again and erupted in a small squeak and tremors as her orgasm flowed out of her pussy and onto my delighted tongue.

Her shaking subsided as we continued to lie on the floor, softly licking and kissing each other until Violet arose, placing a small kiss on my lips, then a larger one on Maddi's mouth.

Maddi welcomed the kiss with hunger, her fingers still between her legs, working at herself furiously, as she kissed and licked away my juices from Violet's face until my daughter finally exclaimed, and her body shook from another orgasm, almost throwing her from the sofa.

For several minutes, we rested in our respective positions, recovering from the pleasure we had given each other. It was Violet who first arose, reaching her hand to both of us and leading us to her bedroom.

A king-sized bed sat near the wall, inviting our tired but relieved bodies to rest. We all almost fell into the blankets, embracing each other to sleep like we rarely had.