This point of view of this jumps back and forth between Mandy and her Mom, Victoria. The character's name in bold means we're switching to that character's PoV.
Victoria
I loved playing bondage games with Mandy; having that sexy young body completely at my disposal and being able to lick and fuck that sweet little pussy to my heart's content! As wonderful as it was to have my daughter tied up or, better still, being tied up with her, it was quite time-consuming and time to play with Mandy was in painfully short supply.
Even though we didn't get to indulge our bondage fantasies as much as we'd like, Mandy and I still have a little time after John leaves for work and before Mandy has to go to class and I start work. We didn't waste a single second of that time. As soon as John's car left the driveway, I was in Mandy's bed, making sweet love to my beautiful daughter.
I didn't just want Mandy, I needed her. Most every waking moment was spent either touching her or wishing I was touching her. It changed everything in subtle ways, even after-dinner family TV time. As always, John sat in his recliner and Mandy sat next to me on the love seat and we shared the blanket. The obvious change was that now Mandy curled up and laid her head on my shoulder.
Most nights, we compromised and watched something that everyone was only slightly interested in. That was by design, as it meant we did more chatting with one another than actually paying attention to the TV. On those nights, I'd hold Mandy close and stroke her hair. Sex is fantastic, but the intimacy of holding Mandy and playing with her hair also makes my heart sing.
Other nights we watched action flicks that held John's nearly undivided attention. I took advantage of John's distraction to cop a feel, slipping my hand up Mandy's shirt to fondle her lovely breasts. Her boobs felt so nice in my hand, so perky and young, with nipples hardening to diamond-like nubs as I stroked and pinched them. At the end of those evenings, John and I invariably had amazing sex. The movie would have his adrenaline pumping and groping Mandy had my pussy dripping, so we fucked like crazy. Mandy had confided in me that she played with herself listening to John and I. I was extra-vocal when fucking John, knowing that Mandy would be fingering herself listening to us. That seemed to really turn John on, too, so things just kept getting hotter.
Period romance movies were the best, though. John always made a Herculean effort, but he was never able to stay awake through them. I knew I wouldn't be getting laid on those nights, as John was never in the mood after a nap. What made those nights amazing was that as soon as John started snoring, my hand was down Mandy's pants and her hand was down mine. Mandy's pussy is delightful, so hot and tight, and getting to play with it is always fantastic, but fingering her with John in the room was somehow even more amazing. The risk of John waking up while Mandy and I pleasured one another made it so much hotter, even though it was a "safe" risk; if John had woken up, he wouldn't see anything as we were under the cover.
Mandy
Life was very busy. Wonderful, but very busy. I got to start almost every day licking Mom's delicious pussy and getting eaten out by her. The specifics of how we started our day depended on how Mom was feeling. She's a very warm, caring person and is really into intimacy, so a lot of days started with her snuggling up to me and covering my face in light kisses. As soon as I woke up, we'd start kissing in earnest, our tongues dancing erotically. We went slowly, caressing every inch of each other's body, but we always ended up stroking our lover's slit to that first fabulous orgasm of the day.
Other days, Mom was thirsty. Believe me, if you've never woken up to your Mommy licking your pussy, you've never really had a good morning. Mom ran her tongue up and down between my lips, occasionally pausing to kiss and suck my clit, or stick her tongue deep inside me. Fuck, it feels so good when Mommy has her tongue deep inside me, probing and wiggling. She'd make me cum so hard that the whole world vanished, leaving nothing but the fire in my veins and the feel of her mouth on my pussy. When I stopped bucking, she'd crawl up to kiss me with her mouth full of my honey. I love kissing Mom right after she's eaten me out; the only thing that tastes better than my cum in Mom's mouth is her cum in mine.
The absolute best days, though, were the ones when Mom was extremely horny and desperate to cum from the word go. I'd open my eyes to find Mom's pussy, already dripping wet, just a couple of inches from my face. She'd say something like, "eat me, baby" and then sit on my face. Mom would ride my face, using my mouth and tongue like her own personal sex toys, until she had multiple orgasms. I must have a submissive streak, because I loved it when Mommy used me like that. When Mom was done, she'd crawl down and kiss me so sweetly while she caught her breath. After Mom caught her breath, her kisses started moving down my body, pausing to lavish love and attention on my breasts. Between being used as Mom's sex toy then having her sucking my nipples, I usually came before she even made it to my lower abdomen. She'd say, "You made a mess, baby. Here, let Mommy clean you up," then lay between my legs and lick me until I came again and again. Mom ate my pussy until I couldn't take any more and begged her to stop. I don't know if there is an afterlife, but Mom's tongue is heaven on Earth.
Like I said, though, life was very busy, so Mom and I didn't get to play nearly as much as we would've liked. After our morning love-making session, we showered, together of course, then started our days. Mom would go to her office to work, and I'd head off to class. After class, I'd study and then work on my project until dinner-time.
I was keeping my project a secret, because I wanted to surprise Mom with it. Being locked into a 69 with Mom is incredible and I want to keep doing that, but it is a bit limiting. I love eating Mom's pussy, but I also love kissing her and touching her and holding her, which we just can't do in hard bondage. I wanted this to be a machine that would keep us bound, while letting us touch each other freely. It was a lot of work, but I was learning a lot and couldn't wait to finish and fuck Mommy with it.
Victoria
John is a fantastic husband and father, very hard-working and devoted, so I've never begrudged him the occasional poker night or fishing trip. Whereas before, I was ok with a late night or a day out with the boys once in a while, now I loved them.
Fishing trips gave us all day for bondage games. We always spend at least an hour or two chained together; it's so hot being bound in such a compromising position, with my face buried in my Mandy's sweet young pussy. Mandy also let me tie her up by herself. She knew how much it turned me on to see her sexy body fully exposed and available for me to do anything that I wanted. Honestly, I couldn't help but stare; she's just so fucking hot tied up like that.
One day, while I was staring, Mandy asked, "Why don't you take a picture, Mommy?"
"Are you sassing your Mother, you naughty girl?"
"No, Mommy. I know you like seeing me like this, so I don't mind if you take some pictures, as long as you hide them well."
"Well, then, do you mind if I take some video, too?"
Mandy looked at her wrists, tied to the bedposts, then gave me a sultry smile, saying, "I'm completely at your mercy, Mommy. You can do anything you want to. Anything at all."
I covered Mandy's face with a scarf as an extra precaution against the photos or videos getting out, then took a bunch of photos. Then I put my phone on a tripod and focused on Mandy's pussy and started recording as I slipped a large dildo into her. My intention was to only video Mandy getting fucked, with neither of our faces. When I heard Mandy's moans and saw her cream coating the dildo, though. I couldn't stop myself from leaning down and licking. Any hope of anonymity went out the window when Mandy cried out, "Oh fuck, Mommy! Mommy, you're making me cum!" Well, that was too hot to delete, so I'd just have to encrypt and hide the files.
With both of our identities obvious in the video, I decided we might as well have more fun with it. I took the scarf off Mandy's face and set the tripod up so the camera was focused on her mouth. I climbed over Mandy's face and stroked her hair with one hand, while spreading my lips with the other. "Eat Mommy's pussy, baby. Make Mommy cum all over your pretty face." And holy fuck, did she ever. And we got it all on high-def video. Every slurp, every moan, every drop of cum recorded so that we could watch it over and over again.
When John went out for poker night, he always asked if Mandy and I had plans. He didn't want us to be bored while he was out having fun. I always told him the truth, that Mandy and I would just be hanging out, pampering ourselves. He didn't need to know that, by "pamper", I meant taking a nice, hot bath together with some bubbles and essential oils.
