Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Family Shares
The silence in the penthouse was thick enough to cut with a knife. Alexander didn’t pull out. He kept his hands locked onto Amy’s hips, his thick length buried deep inside her smooth, trembling heat while his eyes remained fixed on Helen.
Amy was shaking, her face buried in the sofa cushion, caught between the terror of being caught by her mother and the overwhelming, localized pleasure of Alexander filling her to the brim.
"Well?" asked Helen, stepping closer until her bare feet stopped right at the edge of the sofa. She looked down at her daughter’s exposed, twitching backside, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across her lips. "Are you going to answer me, Alex? Or did my daughter squeeze you so tight you lost your tongue?"
"You’re the one who walked out here, Helen," said Alexander, his voice dropping into a low unbothered rumble. "If you wanted a turn, you could have just asked."
"Listen to him," chuckled Helen, leaning down to run a manicured finger along Alexander’s jawline before trailing it down to Amy’s flushed, sweaty shoulder. "So confident. And look at you, Amy. A minute ago you were talking about how I have a hairy pussy, and now you can’t even look me in the eye."
"Mom... please," Amy whimpered, her voice muffled by the leather. "I... he was the one who—"
"Oh, don’t blame him now," interrupted Helen, her tone dripping with a smooth, mocking amusement. She reached down, her fingers firmly gripping Amy’s chin to force her head up. "You came out here naked to steal my leftovers because you couldn’t handle the appetite I left him with. But look at you... you’re already tearing up from just a standard thrust. I told you, you’re too narrow for him."
"I’m not!" Amy snapped, her competitive streak flaring up through her panic as she shifted her hips against Alexander, trying to prove a point.
The friction made Alexander let out a low hiss, his fingers digging deeper into her waist as he delivered a sharp, heavy counter-thrust that drove all the air right out of her lungs.
"Ah! Alex!" Amy cried out, her back arching violently.
"See? Useless," said Helen, a flash of raw hunger darkening her violet eyes as she unbuttoned her silk robe, letting it slide off her shoulders to hit the floor. She stood naked under the dim penthouse light, her mature, hourglass curves exposed. "Move over, brat. Let a real woman show you how to take it."
Helen climbed onto the narrow sofa, her heavy, soft breasts pressing directly against Alexander’s back as she straddled his shoulders from behind. She reached around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she leaned down to bite his earlobe, her warm breath sending a jolt straight down his spine.
"Fuck her hard, Alex," whispered Helen, her hand sliding down beneath her own stomach, her fingers dripping wet as she began to stroke herself right against the back of his neck. "Let me watch you break her pride, and then you can show me how much patience you really have."
Alexander didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped Amy’s waist with a brutal pressure, lifting her slightly before slamming back into her with a wet rhythm.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
"Ah! God, Alex!" Amy screamed into the cushion, her freshly shaved walls clenching around him as the raw pace tore through her composure.
Helen leaned over them from behind, her heavy, mature breasts rubbing against Alexander’s back as she watched every wet impact, her own breathing turning ragged and uneven.
Helen shifted. She slid off Alexander’s back, moving around the side of the narrow sofa to face Amy directly. Instead of pulling away, she grabbed Amy’s hands, pulling her up slightly from the leather.
"Don’t just take it like a doll, look at me," muttered Helen, her voice dripping with a sultry command.
Amy looked up, her eyes wide and wet with pleasure. Without a word of hesitation, she leaned forward, her mouth capturing her mother’s lips in a deep kiss. Helen returned it their tongues tangling in a slick, messy rhythm while Alexander continued to plow into Amy from behind, each heavy stroke sending a jolt through both women.
Helen pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva breaking between them. She looked down at Alexander, then directly at her daughter.
"Get up," Helen commanded softly.
Amy pulled herself off Alexander’s length with a loud, wet pop, panting heavily as her thighs shivered. But instead of resting, Helen sat flat on the floor at the head of the sofa, leaning her back against the baseboard and spreading her legs wide, revealing her drenched, mature opening.
Amy didn’t even need to be told. She crawled forward on the sofa, shifted her body, and sat directly over her mother’s face, planting her bare, shaved slit right over Helen’s mouth.
Alexander watched the display impressed. Helen didn’t miss a beat; her tongue shot out, swirling against her daughter’s slick clitoris with a practiced, ruthless expertise that had Amy arching her back and let out a broken, high-pitched moan. At the same time, Helen’s hands reached up, cupping Amy’s breasts and squeezing them firmly, guiding her daughter’s hips into a relentless, grinding motion against her mouth.
"Fuck, Mom... you’re... ah!" Amy whimpered, her fingers burying into Helen’s sapphire hair as she lost control of her own rhythm mastered by her mother’s incredible experience.
Alexander leaned forward, a confident, predatory smirk cutting across his face as he grabbed Helen’s ankles, pulling her mature thighs wider to align his throbbing length with her burning, leaking core.
With a heavy push, Alexander drove his thick, throbbing length all the way inside Helen’s mature, dripping opening, burying himself to the root.
The deep impact made Helen let out a muffled gasp right against Amy’s crotch, her internal walls clamping down like a vice as her tongue instinctively shot forward, sucking and swirling against her daughter’s hyper-sensitive clitoris with a fierce, unchecked intensity.
The overwhelming stimulation was too much for Amy; her body went rigid, her eyes rolling back as a uncontrollable orgasm ripped through her, spraying her slick, sweet fluids directly across her mother’s mouth and cheeks. Amy collapsed sideways onto the cushions devoid of strength, her legs twitching weakly as she tried to catch her breath.
Alexander gripped Helen’s hips, pulling her tightly against his groin from behind as she swallowed the last of her daughter’s release, her face flushed and messy.
Helen looked back at Alexander, a sultry, breathless laugh escaping her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Look at that, Alex... you broke my poor, sweet daughter."
Alexander smirked, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of Helen’s waist. "Me? Or you, you fucking slut?"
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