Sweat drips in my soundproof music room. Guitars line the walls, drums wait like a loaded gun. New house in the Jura sticks—cows, silence, boredom. But Cathy next door? Fuck. Mid-30s MILF, tight skirts, Rolling Stones tank hugging those full tits. Her daughter Jessica, 18, blonde mini-me, shy eyes begging. Parents gone. Neighbors clueless. Heart pounds. I crank the volume. This summer? I’ll fuck them both. Transgression hits hard—mom’s experience, daughter’s innocence. Cock twitches. No turning back.
Door knocks. Jess first, timid in oversized sweat. We jam—her piano soft, my bass throbbing. Cathy joins, skirt riding up on the drum stool. Tits bounce with every beat. I kneel, ‘fix amp,’ steal peeks at her panty crotch. Wet heat imagined. Back home alone? Stroke furious to her image. Next day, Jess kisses me. Tongue shy, sweet. Clothes off. Her perky tits firm, nipples hard. First time. I eat her virgin pussy on the snare drum. Tongue laps her slick folds, clit swells. She moans, thighs clamp my head. Fuck her slow on the rug, tight walls grip. Cum deep. She whispers, ‘Don’t tell Mom.’ Secret sealed.
The Awakening Beat
Days blur. Jams turn foreplay. Cathy drums topless, lace bra, skirt hiked—red thong taunts. Jess sucks me post-session, swallows like pro. But Cathy? Tease queen. Car breakdown: thighs flash, we shop, I grope her bending. Back seat woods detour. She spreads. Shaved pussy glistens. Dive in. Tongue spears her clit, 20 years neglected. She bucks, screams, juices flood my chin. ‘Suck me like Jess never will,’ she promises. Lunch: feet play under table. Jess blows me on couch—facial paints her tits, face. Cathy texts: ‘Save some.’ Afternoon: she strips at drums. Kneels, devours my cock. Lips vacuum, tongue swirls balls. Gags deep. I stand her, wall-fuck. Legs wrap, pussy milks. Doggy on rug: ‘Fuck your future mother-in-law like a bitch.’ Slaps echo. Fantasies spill—her and Jess stacked, licking each other while I pound. I explode inside, hot ropes fill her.
Post-orgasm glow. Bodies slick, tangled. She dresses, kisses deep. ‘Our dirty secret.’ Jess clueless, jamming innocent tomorrow. Lionel works Switzerland. Kids nap. I walk them home, smirks shared. Night: bed replay. Mom’s cunt clenched me, daughter’s mouth milked me. Forbidden rush—taboo cock-fuel. Society blind. Here, I own them. Summer just starts. More beats, more cum. Thrill pulses. No shame. Pure, raw high.