My Cellmate Is My Own Daughter : Mommy’s Threesomes 36

My daughter Naomi joins me in my cell, but the inmates can never know we’re related.  As a ruse I claim Naomi for my own, making sure everyone sees our late-night lesbian encounter.

We’re interrupted by a guard who I involved in the action, and soon I’m pumping his c-shot over both our faces with my new sub Naomi on hand to clean up!

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The climax was rippling out of me.  I was grunting with passion, uncaring for the onlookers.  This was the absolute proof that they’d need to drop the speculation about Naomi altogether.  No mother would have her daughter eat her pussy and not stop when the guards intervened.

“What the—” the guard said.  It was Clive, a fifty-something divorcee.  “You two shouldn’t be doing that.”

Clive might have known our relation.  Some of the guards definitely did.  This was a cruel act by someone higher up, and I’m still not sure why.

“Hey, Clive,” I said wearily, wiping at my brow.

I fell back to the mattress and Naomi pulled her face from me.  She wiped her mouth and sat on the floor at my feet.

“We’re just getting to know each other,” I told him.

“You two know each other quite well, don’t you?”

Fuck, I couldn’t have the other inmates hear what was to happen next.

“How about a blowjob,” I told him.  “Naomi here will do anything, if she knows what’s good for her.”

This time she didn’t flinch.  She crawled to the bars and looked up at Clive with doe eyes.  “How about it,” she pouted.

“If I put something through these bars I might lose it,” he laughed.

“You won’t,” I told him.  “I promise.  On my life, you won’t.”

Clive looked back and noticed the inmates watching.  “Back in your bunks!” he cried, gripping his baton.

The inmates retreated into their cell, but the second Clive turned his attention back to us they moved forwards to the bars again.

“What do you say?” I asked.  “As a favor for an old friend.  Don’t tell the higher ups what you’ve seen, huh?”

Clive mused.  “It’s my job, Justice.”

“Let us please you.”

“Both of you?”

“If that’s what you want,” I told him, slipping down off the bunk to join Justice.

Clive was lost in thought.

“I’ll help you decide,” I told him, and I reached through the bar and started to unfasten him.

I rubbed at the bulge beneath and felt it grow.  Clive had been divorced for months and his long shifts at work meant that he hadn’t seen action in sometime.  I knew he was a weak touch.

“Justice …” he said, but his warning was unconvincing.

I slipped my hands inside and pulled his out through his fly.

“Damn, that looks beautiful,” I swooned.  “What do you think, Naomi?”

“I think I’d like it in my mouth,” she said, approaching the bars.

I jerked him and watched him grow in my grasp.  I hadn’t handled a cock in so long, and Clive’s was genuinely impressive.  It certainly wasn’t the reason his wife left him, I’ll tell you that much.

“Suck that big cock,” I told Naomi, and I gripped her hair and introduced her to Clive’s stiffness.

He gripped the bars and looked down, moving closer and pressing his body against our cell.  The whole of his cock was in our realm now, and Naomi and I knew exactly what to do with it.

“Suck it, bitch,” I told her, and I opened my mouth with her as she clasped her lips around the smooth crown of Clive’s big cock.

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