Lindsey Carlson never had a chance to catch her breath from the roller coaster of emotion she'd been forced to endure. Less than 15 minutes after having her virginity taken, she found herself walking down that same hallway, only this time she was wearily trailing the late 50ish Madam of the establishment.
"Where are we going?" Lindsey wanted to ask, but even with her spinning head and simmering cauldron of hormones and endorphins, somehow she knew. In a place like Juanita's, there were only so many things a person could would find when they walked into an occupied room.
Still, it didn't prevent what she saw from hitting her like a truck when Juanita opened the door and allowed her to see inside.
There were a pair of bare feet raised high in the air, in a quivering parenthesis, bracketing the naked torso of a man who had his back turned towards the door. All Lindsey could initially see were trickles of sweat beading down the man's marbled musculature as the feet draped over each of his shoulders danced wildly each time he hammered forward.
The visual stunningness was so overpowering, it took a few moments before the sounds and smells in the room to filter through Lindsey's jumbled senses. The bed against the room's back wall strained mightily under the thrashing weight of the bodies on top of it and Lindsey's icy eyes flared each time the two bodies in front of her slammed violently together. It wasn't long until the raw and musky scent of sex filled her nasal passages, causing her already weakened knees to buckle.
"... Mom... ?" Lindsey croaked.
"Yes Darling... Yes it is," Juanita replied dryly. "Yes... that's her."
Her gaze fixed forward, Lindsey was sure she recognized the guy with his back turned on the bed as one of the men in the catalogue she and Joyce had flipped through earlier.
"His name is Antonio," the Madam said, sensing the young girl's recognition.
The hair on the back of Lindsey's neck stood up straight hearing her Mother's muffled groans rise from the bed as the six foot four inch, 20 year old Spanish exchange student relentlessly drilled his dick deeper in Joyce's molten womb.
"Why did you bring me in here?" Lindsey begged softly to Juanita.
"I don't know," the older woman sighed. "I guess I just sensed a very special bond between you two."
"So... was this part of her plan all along?" Lindsay asked, her voice barely audible over the din of Antonio and Joyce on the bed.
"No... your Mom only came out here to bring you," Juanita whispered back. "I guess something just tripped inside her head while she was waiting."
"So... how long... have they... " Lindsey started.
"About 25 minutes," Juanita finished the young girl's query. "Do you want to stay and watch?" Silence was Lindsey's only response to the Madam's question as she continued her glassy eyed stare at the bed and the entwined coupling on it.
Juanita waited for several moments for Lindsey to make a move, one way or the other. Sensing the 18 year old wasn't going to budge without some force of nature setting her in motion, she put her arm around the stoic young woman's shoulder and eased her forward, with much of the same care and caution a person would lead a bereaved family member towards an opened casket.
Juanita couldn't resist easing her head forward just enough to watch Lindsey's eyes flicker and expand in their sockets the closer she got to the edge of the bed.
Brushing her free hand down Antonio's left shoulder when she got within arm's reach of the bed, Juanita smiled at the strapping Spanish stud when he turned to face her and the stunned looking girl standing to her left.
Joyce's eyes remained clenched tightly shut as Antonio pounded her, holding on for dear life, totally oblivious to what was playing out above.
An instant recognition twinkled in the young stud's eyes when he noticed the resemblance between the older woman, who had her legs spread out in front of him, and the younger one standing nervously and biting her lip to his Boss' side.
Staring straight down at her Mom on the bed, Lindsey's stomach churned seeing the way Joyce's entire body thrashed and grinded on the bed sheets at the same time her Mother's rubbery pink vaginal canal strained to accommodate the hulking stud's bulging staff.
"I can't believe that's her," Lindsey's lips moved without a trace of sound.
The image of her 44 year old Mother's tits bouncing wildly across her chest and the gasps of pleasure bursting from her lungs unsettled Lindsey to no end as Antonio ruthlessly increased his pace. Feeling Juanita's arm tighten around her shoulders in a warm gesture of support, Lindsey put her hand up to her mouth and visibly began to shake as Antonio pilaged the same womb she'd been conceived in.
"Do you want me to cum?" Antonio's broken English shattered the silence in the room.
"Yes... God... Please," Joyce begged, her eyes still sealed shut.
