Mother Daughter Feast (Part 10- Mom Devises Her Own Plan)
Once my tits are painted the same as Anna’s, I lie on the padded table and spread my legs open. I don’t think we need the wood pieces, since we can hold the gun inches from my pussy, but we do need the speculum. “Anna please try to murder your mom’s pussy by shooting my clit and the inside of my pussy 69 times each.” After Anna paints my pussy, I beg Tom to paint it the same way and then I pummel my own womanhood, hoping and fearing that it will really be murdered. Each of us paint my pussy a total of 690 times inside and 690 times outside and then Anna has her pussy painted the same way.
Two weeks before Anna’s birthday, she pulls her dad aside and asks him if he will help her do something, after sending me out to buy supplies for the upcoming feast. He agrees and when I return an hour later, Anna shows me that her pussy opening has been sewn closed, telling me that her and her dad ripped up the edges of her pussy opening so that it would grow together. When I ask her why, she tells me that she wants to really feel the spit ripping through her pussy when she starts shoving it through her body. “In that case, none of us will be allowed to have an orgasm until you have shoved the spit all the way through your body.” As soon as I say this, I lock Tom’s cock in a cage. About an hour later, I tell them that I forgot to get something for Anna’s big day, and when they ask me what, I tell them that it is a surprise. I meet with the next spit rider and we make all of the preparations needed for Anna’s birthday surprise.
Three days before Anna’s birthday, I tell her to start collecting her pee, just like she had Red do; adding that I will also collect mine so we can mix it together for the stuffing and give the rest to her dad to drink. The night before Anna’s birthday, I suggest that we sew our pussy lips and clits together and leave them sewn all night to commemorate our little girl becoming a woman. Anna agrees, and we manage to get nine rows of stitches in my pussy lips, with me doing the first and last row. Anna also has nine rows of stitches put in her pussy lips and clit, with her doing the first and last row and then we both bury our needle as deep inside our clits as we can. We tease our pussies for the rest of the evening, not allowing them to have an orgasm, and then Anna tells us that she wants to take a long hot shower. I ask her if she wants us to join her and she says that she wants one final moment alone with her body. While she is in the shower, I tell Tom that the next spit rider found someone over 21 to ride the spit with Anna, as a final present to her. We quickly make another pan of stuffing, using the rest of our mixed pee and place it in the outside fridge, just before Anna walks back in. I tell her that she looks amazing adding that I want to sleep with my daughter on her final night.
After telling Tom my plan, I go into Anna’s room and snuggle up to her, rubbing her sewn pussy lips. Anna rubs my sewn pussy in return, until we are both on the edge and then I tell her that I want to play a game of “would you rather”. She agrees, so I start out with easy questions. “Would you rather have six women eat your pussy to orgasm, or have six men fuck you while me and your dad are eating your pussy?” “I would have you and dad eat my cum-filled pussy.” “Would you rather torture your tits and pussy or your dad’s cock and balls?” “I love torturing my tits and pussy, but I would also love to do something I have never done and torture dad’s cock and balls.” “Let me rephrase it. Would you rather torture your tits and pussy in the morning, or torture your dad’s cock and balls in the morning?” “Since I will roast my tits and pussy, I would rather torture dad’s cock and balls.” “I bet that it will be amazing, when you do it.” I ask her several more questions and then ask her a question that she isn’t expecting.
“Do you regret me not accepting your offer to take your place on the spit tomorrow?” “Watching you shove the spit through your pussy and then making you watch your daughter bite off pieces of your tits, ass and pussy and eat them would have been amazing. However, if I have to choose between that and watching you and dad bite off pieces of my tits, ass and pussy and eat them, I want to feel them roasting and watch you eat them.” “One more question and then we can get some rest. Would you rather force the spit out of your mouth, with my pussy pressed firmly against your lips, or watch me shove a spit into my pussy, through my body and out of my mouth?” Anna looks at me with a shocked expression on her face, so I remind her that this is a hypothetical question, since she will be riding the spit soon. “Hypothetically, I could not choose one or the other. I would want to force the spit out of my mouth and into your pussy and then watch you force a spit all the way through your body.”
The next morning, Anna and I kick each other in the pussy before pulling the needles out of our clits. After we finish, Tom tells me that I had never indicated, until six months ago, the desire to punish my tits and pussy, asking me what changed. “Watching our daughter beg to have her tits and pussy brutalized made me realize that I have been playing it safe. If my daughter can handle the pain, then so can I. When she offered to let me take her place, with her taking mine, I was tempted to agree to it, but I wanted to watch her ride the spit so I could eat some of her tits, ass and pussy more than I wanted to watch her eat my tits, ass and pussy.” After coffee and a light breakfast, we shower and then I shave my daughter’s pussy for the final time, chewing on her long pussy lips. She returns the favor and as she bites down on my pussy lips near the bottom of my pussy, I beg her to bite some of them off and eat them, since she won’t be able to ever truly taste my pussy.
Anna is shocked by my request, but before she can do it, the doorbell rings. “Anna, don’t move. I asked for someone to help us with your special day and she can watch you eat some of your mom’s pussy lips.” I get up and open the door in the nude, letting Sara in and telling her to strip. I lead her back to where Anna is waiting and lower my pussy back down to her mouth. “Sara, I was just about to let my daughter bite off some of my pussy lips and eat them. Would you like to watch?” “That would be amazing! Perhaps you should have her take a second bite, after she eats some, and let her feed them to you.” I gasp, shocked by Sara’s suggestion, but ask Tom and Anna if I should let Anna bite off four sections of my pussy lips so that all of us can eat some of them. Tom’s cock struggles to break free of its cage and Sara rubs her pussy, giving me all the answer I need.
“Anna, please bite off all of my inner pussy lips, in four sections, leaving about an inch of them at the base.” As Anna bites down on my pussy lips, over my pussy opening, I realize that she might get an idea of what the day will bring. Anna eats some of my pussy lips and then bites off the rest of them, leaving about an inch, and watching as Tom, Sara and I eat some of my pussy. After all of us eat some of my pussy lips, Anna takes a deep breath and then says something to me. “If I don’t ask now, I will never be able to. Since you are in such a giving mood, do I get to taste your tits, also?” “Would you like to bite off one of your mom’s nipples and then make me watch you eat it?” When Anna nods, I surprise myself with my response. “In that case, since I have sampled my pussy, and I could never sample my own tits, even if I were to ride the spit, I think you should bite off both of my nipples so we can eat them together. When we are done, perhaps we will make your dad decide whether he wants to lose his cock or his balls so we can eat some of his manhood as his birthday present to you.”
As I am lowering my left nipple to Anna’s mouth, she looks at her dad and tells him that he doesn’t get to decide, she wants to sample his cock. I smile at Anna’s words, knowing that my husband will be left wanting orgasms that he can’t have after Anna rides the spit. When my nipple gets in Anna’s mouth, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls half of my areola in also, biting down on the center of it. “Anna please bite through my tit where your teeth are and eat my tit-meat while we watch.” Anna does as requested and even though I try to stay quiet, I cry out from the pain, quickly telling her not to stop. Anna bites through my tit slowly and when her teeth meet, I pull my mutilated breast away from her mouth, telling Tom to sear the new edge of my tit. Anna eats my nipple and areola, after Tom sears it and then I slowly lower my other breast to her mouth. Anna bites off the same amount, giving it to me with a kiss and I eat it while Sara sears the new edge of my other tit.
“Is there anything else you would like for your birthday, before we make your dad torture and destroy his cock for you?” Anna thinks for a minute, even though she already knows what she will ask for and then blurts it out before she can change her mind. “We know that I was still able to have an orgasm after you bit off part of my clit and fed it to me. Since I will never get the chance to taste your clit, will you let me bite off a third of it and eat it while you watch?” I stretch my clit out and ask Anna if she really wants to eat some of it. “Mom, please let me bite off a third of your clit and eat it while you watch.” “I will one two conditions; not only do you eat a third of my clit, you make me eat a third of it also and then I get to bite off a third of your clit and eat it. That will leave a little over two inches of your clit to feel the hot coals.”