Chapter 161: Like mother like daughter 001

Her words catered to his sexual senses again. "Stiiinky feeeet... Stiiinky feeeet..." Over and over as her fingers brought pleasure-pain to his cock head.

Finally, he felt that familiar tightening of his balls as his cock expanded and the cum began its trek up the shaft of his penis.

Hailey felt Kevin's cock expand. "Oh, yeah. You're gonna cum for my stinky feet again, aren't you?"

And cum, he did. His mind exploded along with his cock as her hand continued its painful assault. He could not believe how much he was already cumming so quickly.

When he was done, her hand slowed and was removed. He felt her tugging on the wet toe end of the sock. It loosened and he felt it being pulled back towards his balls. The sock was slowly being removed, but it had to travel its full length across the super-sensitive head.

The sensation of the fuzzy material scraping across the head of his twice-orgasmed cock head was excruciating. She pulled very slowly so he could feel and "savor" every moment of the extreme stimulation.

His body had ceased to respond as he let out a deep throaty groan of pain. It took her a full thirty seconds to remove the sock, but that was not the end.

A pop-top sound. Then, her lubed hand and fingers again were tightly gripping, squeezing, and stroking the head of his penis. This time, he openly weeped as the stimulation was just too much. She mercilessly stroked very quickly and added twists of her palm around the head and palm strokes across the very tip of his penis. His body quivered and shuddered under this assault.

"We're going to get AT LEAST one more orgasm out of you tonight."

Her hand left his cock for only a moment as she slipped a cock ring around the base of his penis. A brief touch and its vibrations rocked his penis into another world as her hand resumed the over-stimulation of the extremely sensitive head of his cock.

"You're going to cum against the palm of my hand this time. You do want to cum for me, don't you?" Her palm began an all-out assault on the head, stroking directly against the tip. After minutes, which seemed like hours to him, he could feel that tingle as his cock head swelled once again. Her other hand grasped and steadied his penis as the first hand continued rubbing the tip of his cock.

Once again, his over-stimulated cock began ejaculating. The ejaculate only helped to ease the movement of her palm. "There we go. Good boy. You're my good stinky foot-sniffing boy. You're my good cum boy."

Finally, a rest as the vibrations ceased and the ring was tenderly removed. His penis was a swollen, red mess, and his body was worn out and sweaty. The shoe on his face was wet from his tears. She removed it and gave his nipples a quick squeeze.

"Now, sleep. Get some rest. I'll be back when you wake up. We'll see how many more orgasms I can get out of you later."

His mind reeled from this revelation. But the exhaustion was too much. He heard her soothing voice and comforting touch on his arm, "Rest, sweetheart. Go to sleep." He whimpered until sleep took over.

The End.

Book Title: Like Mother, Like Daughter

It was New Year's Day. I had slept in. No heavy partying the night before, I had seen enough New Year's Eves to figure they were pretty much the same. So I was rested, with morning wood; ready for the kind of party I really want.

Getting up and getting online, I scanned the escort ads on a big Internet site. It's usually bottom feeding. Most of the postings are trashy to the point of being repellent, and the ones that look good, are probably too good to be true. Finding something interesting was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

One listing caught me eye. "Mom and daughter combo," it said. I clicked. What I saw riveted my attention. "Connie's baby girl is in town."

I knew mom. I double-checked the phone number; it was a gal I'd seen before in a blue-collar part of town.

Connie is a mature woman; the way escorts over the age of 30 are usually described. But she's slender and fit; she works out regularly. I had learned quickly that her specialty is giving blowjobs.

I knew how she steered guys into it. The first time I went to see her, I rang her phone as I got there. I told her I was outside, in the parking lot; she gave me her apartment number. Then -- in an apologetic tone that sounded a bit too practiced -- said, "I'm out of condoms."

I'd never heard that line before! Hell, I thought, let's cut to the chase. "That's okay," I said, sounding sympathetic. "Maybe you can just give me a blowjob." She laughed. "Maybe I can do that."

And that's what she does, every time. The routine is familiar. I go in, we hug and kiss like old friends. Then to the bedroom; I take off my clothes and lie on the bed. She takes off her clothes, curls up next to me, and sucks my cock. She sucks it till I'm completely finished off, having me blow my load in her mouth, and swallowing every drop. She doesn't let go till the throbbing of my organ slows down and finally stops.

When I saw the ad touting mother and daughter together, I jumped at it. Snowflake, the girl was called, 18 years old. There was a picture of her face; a cute strawberry blonde. And she looked like her mother. I couldn't wait to see if she was just as petite.

I called their number and left a message. Snowflake called me back. We made a date for noon, just enough for me to shower and drive down there.

Snowflake opened the door with a smile, a pleasant-looking young girl. Her mother was there, bundled up on the floor, watching television. I went to say hello; she got up and greeted me warmly, a hug and a kiss. I whispered to her that I hoped she had taught her daughter well. She assured me she'd taught her everything she knew. Then I looked around. "Where's Snowflake?" I asked. "She's gone back into the bedroom," her mother told me. I smiled, excused myself, and went back to join her.

Snowflake was dressed nicely, in jeans and a casual top that showed the straps of her lime green brassiere. I made some small talk, and then took off my clothes. I hardly needed to prove I was legit; I'd been in that bedroom many times with her mother, who was back to watching TV in the living room.

But I felt bad for the poor girl! She looked exhausted, yawning over and over. She said she had been up till 9 a.m. -- all of New Year's Eve -- and had had only had a couple of hours sleep. I figured, without saying anything, that she'd been up all night servicing guys.

I lay down. She sat on the edge of the bed, gently manipulating my cock; she made no move to undress. Finally, I said, "You know, your mother's specialty is giving blowjobs." At that, she brightened; "That's what I do, too." She went on to say, "The guys I've seen say I give better blowjobs than my mom. They want to come back and see me instead of her."