MILF Paradise System

Brittany's eyes stayed locked on us, wide and unblinking. The silence stretched so thick I could hear Tiffany's heartbeat pounding through her back, feel it in the way her pussy kept fluttering around my cock.

Tiffany swallowed hard, tried again. "Baby… say something. Please."

Brittany's lips parted, but no words came out at first. She took one small step closer, then another, until she was at the foot of the bed. Close enough that I could see the faint tremble in her thighs, the way her fingers curled and uncurled at her sides.

"I… I came home early," she finally whispered. "I was gonna surprise you…" Her voice cracked again. "Guess I'm the one surprised."

Tiffany's breath hitched. She tried to shift forward, like she was finally going to pull off me, but her hips only rocked back instead, taking me a fraction deeper. A soft, helpless moan slipped out before she could stop it.

"I'm sorry," Tiffany breathed, eyes locked on her daughter. "I never wanted you to see me like—"

"Like what?" Brittany cut in, quieter now, almost curious. "Like… happy?"

The word hung in the air.

Tiffany's pussy clenched again, so hard I had to bite back a groan.

Brittany's gaze dropped to where we were joined, then slowly traveled up her mom's back, over the curve of her ass, the sweat on her skin. When her eyes met Tiffany's again, they weren't just shocked anymore. There was heat in them. Confusion, yeah, but heat.

"I've never heard you make those sounds," Brittany said, barely audible. "Not with Dad. Never."

Tiffany's face flushed darker. She opened her mouth, closed it, then finally managed, "It's… different."

Brittany took one more step. Now she was right beside the bed, close enough that her knee brushed the mattress.

"Can I… can I see?" she asked, voice trembling, but steady enough that we both knew exactly what she meant.

Tiffany's breath stopped. Mine did too.

I felt Tiffany's body tense, then slowly, unbelievably, relax. Her hips rolled again, tiny, involuntary, like her body had already decided.

"Brittany…" Tiffany whispered, but it wasn't a no.

Brittany reached out, fingers trembling, and gently brushed her mom's hair off her back, pushing the blonde strands aside so she could see everything.

The motion revealed the full view: Tiffany's spine arched, sweat glistening, my hips locked tight against her ass, my cock buried to the root with no space between us. Brittany's breath caught hard when she saw how stretched Tiffany's pussy looked, swollen lips wrapped tight around me, slick and shining.

"Mom…" Brittany breathed, "you're taking all of him."

Another clench. Another soft moan from Tiffany.

I stayed perfectly still, cock throbbing inside her, afraid to move, afraid to breathe.

Brittany's hand hovered, then slowly lowered until her fingertips brushed Tiffany's hip, right next to where I was gripping her.

Tiffany jolted at the touch, but didn't pull away.

"It's okay," Brittany said, voice barely there. "I… I won't tell anyone."

And then, so quiet I almost missed it:

"I just… want to watch."

Brittany's fingers stayed on her mom's hip, barely touching, trembling like she was afraid the moment would vanish if she pressed any harder.

Tiffany's breathing came in short, shaky bursts. She stared at her daughter, eyes glistening with shame, cheeks burning hotter than I'd ever seen.

"Brittany… baby, you shouldn't see me like this," she whispered, voice cracking.

"I'm eighteen, Mom," Brittany answered, soft but steady. "I've never had a real boyfriend. Never gone past second base. I know how it works, I just… I've never seen it look like this. You look…" She swallowed, eyes flicking down to where I was buried inside her mom. "You look like you're feeling something I've never even come close to."

Tiffany's pussy fluttered hard around me, shame and raw need twisting together. She tried to stay still, but her hips gave the tiniest roll, chasing the fullness. A broken whimper slipped out before she could stop it.

"I'm so sorry," Tiffany breathed, tears threatening. "I never wanted you to see me this desperate."

Another clench, so hard I had to grip her hips to keep from moving. Fresh wetness coated me.

Tiffany closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks, but her body betrayed her completely, rocking back again, slow and needy.

"I hate that you're seeing me like this," she whispered, voice trembling with guilt and lust. "But… God help me… I don't want him to stop."

Brittany leaned a little closer, eyes wide, curious, hungry in a way she didn't fully understand yet. Her free hand drifted down without thinking, pressing between her own thighs over her tiny shorts, just holding the pressure there, thighs squeezing together.

"I just… I want to learn," she whispered, almost pleading. "Please let me stay. I want to see what it looks like when someone makes you feel that good."

Tiffany's sob turned into a moan. She nodded, barely.

I gave one slow, shallow thrust, just enough to make Tiffany's back arch and her breath hitch.

Then I pulled back farther, almost all the way out.

My cock slipped free with a wet sound, shining with Tiffany's cream, thick and heavy in the air between us. Brittany's eyes went huge, locked on every slick inch now fully on display.

"Oh my god…" she breathed, hand pressing harder between her legs, thighs trembling.

Tiffany whimpered at the emptiness, hips pushing back instinctively, searching.

I held there for a second, my cock fully out, thick and slick with Tiffany's cream, throbbing in the open air between us.

Brittany's eyes locked on it, wide, unblinking. Her breath came faster, chest rising and falling under that tiny crop top. Her hand pressed harder between her thighs, fingers moving in a tiny, unconscious circle over her shorts.

"Oh my god…" she whispered again, almost to herself. "It's… so big."

Tiffany whimpered at the emptiness, hips rocking back like she was begging me to fill her again.

Brittany swallowed hard, cheeks burning, voice barely above a whisper.

"Mom… can I… can I touch it?"

Tiffany's whole body tensed. She turned her head, tears still wet on her face, staring at her daughter in shock.

"Brittany—"

"Just once," Brittany cut in, soft, pleading. "I've never… I've never even seen one this close. Please. I just want to know what it feels like."

Tiffany's pussy clenched around nothing, another helpless moan slipping out. She looked at me over her shoulder, eyes wild, ashamed, turned on beyond words.

I stayed silent, waiting for her.

After a long second, Tiffany gave the tiniest, broken nod.

Brittany's hand left her shorts, trembling as she reached out. Her fingers brushed the underside of my cock, feather-light at first, then braver, wrapping gently around the shaft.

It twitched hard in her grip.

She gasped, eyes huge.

"It's so hot… and hard…" she breathed, thumb sliding over the slick head, smearing Tiffany's cream. "Mom… this was inside you?"

Tiffany let out a shaky "yes," hips rocking again, desperate now.

Brittany's hand moved slow, exploring, like she couldn't believe it was real.

And Tiffany just watched, tears falling, pussy dripping onto the sheets, completely lost to the shame and the heat of her daughter touching the cock that had just ruined her.