Renting a Room in a Cottage With a Sweet Benefit

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Young man rents a room in a cottage and begins to have sex with the owner and her daughter.

The warm, golden sun painted the countryside with its gentle strokes as the cool evening breeze began to whisper through the leaves. A solitary figure, a man named Gary, pulled his dusty car into the driveway of a charming, slightly dilapidated cottage, nestled at the end of a winding gravel path. The scent of wildflowers filled the air, a sweet aroma that seemed to hold secrets of passion and desire.

Shelly, the cottage’s owner, greeted him with a welcoming smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She was a woman of ample curves, with fiery strawberry-blonde hair that fell in waves around her green eyes. Despite her warm exterior, there was something in her gaze that hinted at a hunger, a yearning for something she hadn’t quite found in this quiet retreat.

The tour of the cottage was quick, and as they reached the room that would be his temporary abode, a shy girl with light brown hair and a slender frame poked her head around the corner. She was Ashley, Shelly’s daughter, and the moment her eyes met his, a spark of curiosity ignited in them, a hint of something more than innocent interest.

Gary’s room was cozy, with a queen-sized bed that looked like it had seen better days but held the promise of comfort. The walls were adorned with the faded remnants of past romantic escapades, a silent testament to the whispers of love that had once filled the space.

As Shelly left him to settle in, her hand brushed against his arm, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. It was clear that she had noticed his good looks, his blonde hair and blue eyes, and the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt.

The evening grew darker, and the sounds of nature grew more intimate. A soft knock at the door startled him. Shelly’s voice, thick with a seductive edge, called out, “Gary, I think we should talk about the rent.” He opened the door, and she stood before him, her voluptuous figure silhouetted by the moonlight. Her eyes searched his, and he knew that the conversation wasn’t going to be about money.

Her hand reached for the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it to reveal her full, natural D-cup breasts, the rosy tips of her nipples poking through the darkness. His cock responded eagerly, straining against the fabric of his shorts. She stepped closer, her breath hot against his neck, and whispered, “I think I might have a better arrangement in mind.”

With a knowing smile, she led him to her bedroom. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady mix of musk and sweetness that made him dizzy with desire. On the bed, she laid down, her chubby body sprawled out in an inviting display. Her legs parted, revealing her glistening hairy pussy. He couldn’t resist the temptation. He climbed on top of her, aligning his hardened cock with her wet opening, and plunged into her.

Their bodies moved in a primal dance, their skin slapping together with a rhythm that matched the pulsing need between them. Shelly’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Meanwhile, Ashley, unable to resist the sounds of passion emanating from her mother’s room, tiptoed down the hallway, her own panties damp with anticipation. She peeked through the crack in the door, her hand slipping down to her pussy as she watched her mother’s breasts bounce with every thrust.

Gary felt the familiar tightening in his balls, his orgasm approaching like a freight train. He leaned in, capturing Shelly’s mouth with his, swallowing her cries of pleasure. He knew she was close too, her pussy spasming around his cock, her heels digging into his back. He pulled out, his cock shiny with her juices, and painted her face and breasts with his hot, thick cum. She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and satisfaction.

Panting, they lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their illicit encounter. Then, as if on cue, a soft giggle echoed from the hallway. Shelly’s eyes grew wide with horror as she realized that they hadn’t been as quiet as they thought. They both turned to the door, expecting to see Ashley retreating in embarrassment. But she didn’t run. Instead, she pushed the door open further, her hand still buried in her PJs, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that matched her mother’s.

“Mom,” she began, her voice shaky with lust, “I think we need to talk about the house rules.”

Shelly sat up, her cheeks flushed with more than just post-orgasmic bliss. “Ashley, this isn’t what it looks like.”

But Ashley was undeterred, her eyes fixed on the glistening head of Gary’s cock. “No, Mom, it’s exactly what it looks like, and I think it’s hot.” She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

Gary’s heart raced. The situation was unexpected, but the sight of the young girl’s desire was too tempting to ignore. He felt his cock stir again, a testament to his insatiable appetite for new experiences.

Shelly, seeing the look on his face, made a split-second decision. “Why don’t you join us, sweetie?” she offered, her voice low and sultry.

Ashley’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly, quickly shedding her pajamas to reveal her perky A-cup tits and barely-there patch of pubic hair. She was a vision of youthful beauty, and the contrast between her slender frame and her mother’s fuller figure was stark and erotic.

Gary couldn’t believe his luck. He reached out and cupped one of Shelly’s breasts, feeling the weight and warmth of it in his hand. Then, his other hand slid down to Ashley’s pussy, his thumb brushing over her clit, eliciting a soft gasp from the girl.

The three of them moved to the bed, a tangle of limbs and desire. Shelly straddled him, her wet pussy enveloping his hardened shaft, as Ashley knelt beside them, watching with wide, hungry eyes. She leaned in and took her mother’s nipple into her mouth, suckling gently as Shelly rode him, her thighs quivering with every stroke.

The sound of their wet, passionate fucking filled the room, the slap of skin on skin a symphony of lust. Ashley’s hand slipped between her own legs, her fingers working her clit in time with the rhythm of her mother’s hips. She watched, transfixed, as the older woman’s breasts bounced and her pussy lips stretched around the man’s cock.

The air grew thick with the scent of sex, a heady aphrodisiac that only heightened the tension. Shelly leaned back, her eyes locked on her daughter’s, and reached down to guide the younger girl’s hand to her own pussy. “Feel how good it is,” she urged, her voice a growl of need.

Ashley’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tentatively touched her mother’s sex, feeling the wetness, the heat. It was intoxicating, a taboo thrill that sent bolts of pleasure through her body.

Their breaths grew ragged, their moans louder. The moment was upon them, a crescendo of pleasure that could no longer be denied. Shelly’s body tensed, and with a scream, she came, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice.

Ashley, unable to hold back any longer, let her own orgasm wash over her, her juices coating her hand and trickling down her thighs.

They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a tangled mess of satisfaction.

Shelly turned to face him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Well, looks like we’ve got ourselves a new arrangement,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “Welcome to our little family.”

Gary looked down at the mother-daughter duo, their chests rising and falling with the remnants of their shared passion. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, but his body was singing with pleasure. He nodded, unable to form words as his cock began to stir again.

Shelly slid off him and lay on her side, her hand reaching out to stroke his chest. “Why don’t you show my little girl what you’re really made of?” she whispered, her voice filled with mischief.

Ashley’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she slid closer, her hand replacing her mother’s, her touch tentative but eager. She leaned in and kissed him softly, her tongue darting out to taste his mouth.

Gary’s cock grew hard again, the sensation of her youthful curiosity driving him wild. He pulled her closer, feeling her small, firm breasts against his chest. Her skin was like silk, her body a canvas of unexplored desires.

He rolled over, his cock brushing against Ashley’s thigh. She gasped as he positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked onto hers. He leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Her hand found his cock, her grip firm but gentle. He groaned as she stroked him, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. He couldn’t wait any longer. He guided himself to her tight, untouched entrance and pushed inside, feeling her body tense around him.

Shelly watched from the side, her hand between her own legs, her eyes hooded with arousal. She’d been waiting for this moment, the moment her daughter would experience the same pleasure she had just felt.

Ashley’s moans grew louder as he picked up the pace, her nails digging into his back. He knew she was close, her pussy spasming around him, begging for release. He reached down to play with her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body arching off the bed. She screamed out his name, her pussy clenching around him like a fist. The sight of her daughter in ecstasy was too much for Shelly, and she came again, her body shaking with the intensity of her climax.

As they lay tangled in the sticky mess of their passion, the three of them knew that this was just the beginning. The cottage walls had witnessed the birth of a new, forbidden bond, one that would be tested and explored in the days and nights to come.

Their breathing slowed, their hearts pounding in unison. The room was a tableau of exhausted desire, their limbs entwined, their bodies glowing with sweat and satisfaction.

Shelly leaned in and whispered, “Welcome to your new home, where every day is an adventure and every night is a revelation.”

Gary couldn’t argue. He was already lost in a sea of pleasure, his eyes drifting closed as he felt the warmth of the two women surrounding him, their bodies melding into his. This was a place where taboos were shattered and boundaries were redrawn with every touch, every kiss, every thrust of desire.

And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, the cottage held its breath, eager to see what the next chapter of their sordid little tale would hold.

The following day dawned bright and early, the sun streaming through the curtains and illuminating their tangled forms on the bed. Shelly stirred first, her hand trailing down to her daughter’s leg, feeling the smoothness of her skin. With a mischievous grin, she leaned over and whispered into Ashley’s ear, “What’s your kink, baby?”

Ashley blushed but didn’t shy away. She had been thinking about it all night. “I… I’ve always had this thing for feet,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Especially a guy’s.”

Gary, still half-asleep, felt a jolt of excitement as he heard the words. He opened his eyes to see the mother and daughter exchanging a knowing look, and he knew that the adventure was just beginning. He leaned in closer to Ashley, his breath hot on her neck. “Is that so?” he murmured, his voice thick with interest.

Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She nodded, biting her bottom lip. “Yeah, I’d love it if you… if you’d suck my toes.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement. He kissed her forehead gently and slid down the bed, his cock already hardening at the thought. He took her foot in his hand, his eyes lingering on her small, dainty toes. He kissed the arch of her foot, feeling her shiver before taking the first toe into his mouth.

The sensation was like nothing Ashley had ever felt before. The wet warmth, the suction, the gentle scrape of his teeth – it was heavenly. She moaned softly, her hand reaching down to stroke her clit.

Shelly watched with a mix of pride and arousal, her own hand slipping between her legs. She had always enjoyed watching others find pleasure, and the sight of her daughter’s face, contorted with ecstasy as this stranger worshipped her feet, was almost too much to bear.

Gary took his time, moving from one toe to the next, savoring every inch of her foot. Ashley’s breath hitched as he reached the big toe, sucking it deeper into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it.

Her hips began to rock, her body begging for release. “Oh god,” she breathed, “that feels so good.”

Shelly leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Do you want him to make you cum like that?”

Ashley nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. “Yes, Mommy. Please.”

The room grew thick with the scent of sex once more as Gary’s attentions grew more intense. He could feel her orgasm building, her toes curling with pleasure. He sucked harder, his tongue dancing across her skin, until she was panting and writhing beneath him.

With a final, hard pull on her toe, Ashley’s body tightened, and she let out a scream of pleasure, her pussy flooding with wetness. She looked down to see her mother watching her, a proud smile on her lips.

As she came down from the high, she couldn’t help but feel a newfound sense of belonging. This was her place now, in this bed, with these two people who accepted and indulged her every desire.

The day ahead held the promise of more exploration, more secrets to uncover, and more ways to satisfy their insatiable hunger for each other. As they lay there, the sun streaming in and their bodies sticky with sweat, they knew that the cottage would never be the same again. The walls had heard their whispers, and the floor had felt the tremors of their passion. They were a trio bound by lust and love, and nothing could ever tear them apart.

Gary looked at Shelly, his eyes filled with gratitude and lust. “What do we do now?” he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

Shelly grinned, her hand sliding down to his cock, stroking it gently. “Now, my dear, we make this arrangement permanent.”

Her eyes held a mischievous glint as she rolled over, presenting him with her plump, round ass. “Lick it,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call. “I want you to taste me there.”

Gary’s heart raced at the thought, but he didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue tentatively touching her puckered hole. Shelly’s breath hitched, her body arching upward in pleasure. He licked and kissed, exploring the forbidden territory with a hunger that surprised even him.

The taste was musky and addictive, and as she squirmed beneath him, he found himself craving more. He circled her tight opening, feeling it loosen under his ministrations. Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Yes,” she hissed, her voice strained with pleasure. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He lapped at her, his tongue delving deeper with each pass. She was soaking wet, her juices coating his face as he worshiped her most intimate spot. The power exchange was intoxicating, and he found himself lost in her scent, her taste, her desire.

Her orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, her body convulsing as she screamed out his name. The sound echoed through the cottage, a declaration of their newfound bond.

Ashley watched, her own hand working her clit in time with her mother’s cries. She had never seen anything so raw, so beautiful. Her own arousal grew as she watched the two of them, their bodies moving in unison.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and desire, the air charged with electricity. It was a heady mix that made her head spin, her thoughts a jumble of lust and need.

As Shelly’s orgasm subsided, she rolled over, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice a purr.

Gary kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. “Anything for you,” he whispered, his cock still rock hard.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, basking in the aftermath of their depraved play. But the hunger hadn’t been sated, it had only grown stronger.

Shelly’s hand reached down to cup his balls, her grip firm. “Now, let’s see if you can make me cum again,” she challenged, her eyes gleaming.

Gary took the hint, sliding down her body. His cock found her pussy once more, sliding in with ease. As he began to fuck her, he reached around to play with her clit, his other hand caressing her ass.

Ashley, unable to resist, slid closer, her own hand still buried in her pussy. She watched, her eyes wide, as her mother’s body responded to every touch, every stroke.

Shelly’s eyes met hers, and she knew what was coming. With a wink, she spread her legs wider, giving her daughter a clear view of the man’s cock sliding in and out of her. “You want a taste?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

Ashley nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste her mother’s juices. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, the tang of sex mingling with her own arousal.

The three of them moved together, a symphony of pleasure that grew louder with each passing moment. Shelly’s cries filled the room, her body a testament to the power of desire.

And as they climaxed together, their bodies shaking with the force of their shared passion, the cottage walls seemed to pulse with their ecstasy. They had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed, but in that moment, they didn’t care.

All that mattered was the here and now, the heat of their bodies, the taste of each other on their lips. They were a family bound by more than blood, a trio of lovers who had found their ultimate home in the heart of the countryside.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. The cottage became a fortress of pleasure, a place where no desire was left unexplored. The walls had long ago lost count of the moans and cries of ecstasy that resonated through the night, a symphony of love and lust that seemed to fuel the very essence of their existence.

One evening, as the setting sun painted the sky with a fiery kiss of orange and pink, Ashley found herself lying on her stomach on the bed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Gary,” she began, her voice a sweet purr, “There’s something else I’ve always wanted to try.”

Her mother, who was lounging on the bed beside her, looked over with a knowing smile. “What is it, baby?” she asked, already guessing what was coming.

Ashley’s eyes grew wide with excitement. “I want you to lick… my… butthole,” she whispered, the words leaving her mouth with a sense of both shyness and excitement.

Gary’s cock twitched at the thought, his eyes darkening with lust. He’d never been with someone so open, so eager to explore every inch of her body. “You’re sure?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

The young girl nodded, her cheeks a deeper shade of pink. “I trust you,” she murmured, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a smirk, Shelly scooted aside, making room for him between her daughter’s legs. “Go ahead,” she urged, her hand reaching down to spread Ashley’s cheeks. “Show her how good it feels.”

Gary leaned in, his tongue tracing a line from the base of her spine to the tight rosette of her anus. Ashley gasped, her body jolting with the sensation. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and naughtiness that made her pulse race.

He circled her hole with the tip of his tongue, teasing and probing, until she was squirming beneath him. Then, with a groan of pure lust, he pushed his tongue inside, tasting her in the most intimate way possible.

Her moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet his mouth. The feeling was indescribable, a delicious mix of taboo and heavenly bliss. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly alive.

Shelly watched with a mix of pride and desire, her own hand playing with her pussy. “That’s it, baby,” she coached, her eyes never leaving the scene before her. “Let him make you feel good.”

Ashley’s hand reached back, her fingers threading through his hair. “Please,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need more.”

Gary was more than happy to oblige. He lapped at her, his tongue delving deeper with every pass. He could feel her body tightening, her muscles clenching around his tongue as she approached her climax.

And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She screamed out, her pussy spasming as she came, her juices coating the sheets beneath her. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a release that seemed to come from the very core of her being.

When the tremors of her orgasm had subsided, she collapsed onto the bed, her body limp with satisfaction. “Oh my god,” she murmured, her eyes closed in bliss. “That was amazing.”

Shelly leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. “I told you he’d take good care of you,” she whispered, her voice filled with love and pride.

The air in the room was thick with desire, the scent of sex a constant reminder of their unbridled passion. They lay there, the three of them, their bodies tangled together in a mess of sweat and satisfaction.

Gary looked down at the two women in his arms, feeling a sense of contentment that he had never known before. They had become his world, his reason for living. And as he felt their hearts beating in time with his, he knew that he would do anything to keep this moment, this feeling, forever.

The cottage had become their playground, their sanctuary, and their home. And in the quiet moments between their ravenous fucking, they discovered a love that was as deep as it was twisted. Shelly had become the puppeteer of their desires, orchestrating each encounter with a masterful precision that left them both craving more.

One evening, as they lay in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat, she looked over at Ashley with a glint in her eye. “It’s time,” she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. “I want to watch him fuck you in the ass.”

Ashley’s eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. She had been waiting for this, the ultimate act of submission to her mother’s desires. She spread her legs, her pussy still slick from their earlier escapades, and nodded eagerly.

Gary, ever the eager participant in their games of pleasure, positioned himself behind her, his cock still hard and slick from fucking her mother. He slid his thumb into her tight asshole, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Shelly leaned in, her hand guiding him as he pushed into her daughter. Ashley’s breath hitched, the sensation of his thick cock stretching her open a mix of pain and pleasure that had her panting.

He took his time, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving hers as he claimed her in the most primal of ways. Her mother’s hand was on her clit, her own juices mixing with the lube they had applied to ease the way.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet slap of skin on skin, the moans that grew louder with every thrust. Ashley’s body was a canvas of sensation, her mother’s touch on her clit sending her closer and closer to the edge.

And when he finally reached the hilt, filling her completely, she let out a scream that was part pleasure, part agony. Her body convulsed around him, her pussy clenching as she came, her ass tightening around his shaft.

Shelly’s eyes were on her daughter’s face, watching every twitch, every tremble. “Look at me,” she demanded, her own orgasm building. “Look at me as he fucks you.”

Ashley obeyed, her eyes meeting her mother’s, the love and lust swirling together in a heady mix. She could feel the beginnings of something new, something powerful, as she gave herself over to the sensation of his cock in her ass.

He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her as he fucked her harder, deeper. Shelly’s hand worked faster on her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the precipice.

And when he finally came, filling her with his hot, sticky seed, the room seemed to shake with the intensity of their shared release. The three of them collapsed onto the bed, their bodies sticky and their hearts racing.

The cottage had seen many things in its storied past, but none quite as erotic as the sight that now unfolded in its walls. Shelly, with a wink at Gary, beckoned her daughter closer, and without a word, they both lay on the bed, their bodies a tapestry of passion and need. Shelly’s chubby body was a stark contrast to Ashley’s slender frame, but the hunger in their eyes was the same.

They positioned themselves in a sixty-nine, their heads at opposite ends of the bed, their tongues eager to explore. Ashley’s light brown hair fell in soft waves around her mother’s thighs as she buried her face between Shelly’s legs. Shelly’s strawberry blonde hair was a fiery halo around her daughter’s pussy, her eyes alight with the excitement of sharing her desires.

Their mouths met in a frenzy of licks and kisses, their tongues delving into the depths of each other’s sex. Ashley moaned as she felt her mother’s tongue against her clit, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. She could feel the older woman’s breath hot against her ass as she reciprocated, her mouth working in perfect harmony with her mother’s.

Their bodies moved in unison, a ballet of lust that had been choreographed by their shared passion. Shelly’s tongue circled her daughter’s clit, teasing and taunting, while her thumb slid into her tight, wet pussy. Ashley’s hips bucked upward, her cries muffled by the delicious taste of her mother’s pussy on her own tongue.

Their orgasms built, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to fill the very air. They could feel each other’s desire, could taste it on their tongues, and it only spurred them on. Shelly’s body began to tremble, her cries growing louder as her climax approached.

And then it hit them, a wave of ecstasy that crashed over them both at once. They writhed on the bed, their bodies shaking with the power of their shared climax. Ashley’s pussy spasmed around her mother’s tongue, her juices spilling forth like a river of passion.

Shelly’s orgasm was equally intense, her body convulsing as Ashley’s tongue flicked and sucked, bringing her to heights she had never before experienced. The room was filled with the sound of their moans, the scent of their love thick and heady.

When it was over, they lay there, panting and sated, their limbs tangled together. The bond between them had grown even stronger, the taboo of their actions only serving to fuel their desire. They shared a knowing look, one that spoke of secrets and pleasures yet to come.

Gary watched, his cock hard once again, his eyes glazed with need. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so raw, and it was all for him. He felt like the most powerful man in the world, the center of their universe.

With a smirk, Shelly reached for him, her hand wrapping around his shaft. “Your turn,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Ashley turned to him, her lips swollen and her face flushed. “Yes,” she agreed, her voice a purr. “It’s time for you to show us what you’re really made of.”

Gary didn’t need any more encouragement. He slid into the space between them, his cock sliding into Ashley’s waiting mouth as he reached for his mother’s pussy. The night was still young, and there was so much more to explore, so much more to experience in this cottage of sin.

He fucked her face, his eyes locked on her mother’s. Shelly watched them with a mix of lust and love, her own hand working her clit as she felt the vibrations of her daughter’s moans against her skin.

The room was alive with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet sucking of lips, the gagging sounds as Ashley took him deeper. It was a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through every fiber of their being.

And when he finally came, his cum spurting into the back of her throat, Ashley swallowed it all, her eyes never leaving his. Shelly leaned back, watching them both, her own hand playing with her clit as she reveled in the sight of her daughter’s submission. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the room a testament to their insatiable hunger for each other.

Gary’s chest heaved with exertion as he pulled out, his cock still hard and slick with saliva. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of them, so beautifully depraved. Shelly reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her eyes never leaving her daughter’s. “It’s time for the main event,” she murmured, her voice a sultry invitation.

Ashley nodded, her own desire a living, breathing entity in the room. She knew what was coming, had dreamt of it for so long. She rolled onto her back, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening in the soft light. Shelly positioned herself over her, their bodies creating a perfect sixty-nine, their tongues eager to taste.

Gary watched, his cock standing at attention, as the two of them began to pleasure each other. The sight was almost too much to bear, the intensity of their passion a siren’s call to his own desires. He could feel the heat of their bodies, the wetness of their pussies, as if they were one being, joined in their quest for pleasure.

Shelly’s tongue danced around her daughter’s clit, teasing and licking, while Ashley’s mouth worked on her mother’s swollen folds. They moved together, a symphony of moans and gasps that grew louder with each passing moment. He could see the tension in their bodies, the tightening of their muscles, as their orgasms grew closer.

And when they finally reached the peak, their cries mingling in a harmony of ecstasy, he knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would take them all to places they had never dreamed of. The cottage had become their playground, a place where the rules of society no longer applied, where the only law was the pursuit of pleasure.

Their eyes met over their joined bodies, a silent agreement passing between them. This was their new normal, a world where love and lust were intertwined, where every day was a new opportunity to explore the depths of their desires. And as they lay there, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their climax, they knew that there was nothing they wouldn’t do for each other, no line they wouldn’t cross in the pursuit of that ultimate high.

Shelly rolled onto her stomach, her plump ass in the air, a clear invitation to her daughter’s newfound love. Ashley looked at her mother’s body, the soft curves that had always been a source of comfort now a landscape of desire. She reached out and touched her gently, her fingertips tracing the path her tongue had just taken. “I want you to fuck Mom’s ass,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “And then you can cum inside her.”

Gary’s eyes lit up with excitement, his cock already responding to the idea. He had never felt more alive than he did in this moment, surrounded by the two women he adored. He positioned himself behind Shelly, his cock sliding between her cheeks, the tip teasing her tight anus. She pushed back against him, a silent plea, her body already lubricated from their earlier explorations.

He took his time, pushing in inch by inch, watching as Shelly’s body stretched to accommodate his girth. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he filled her completely. Ashley watched, her own hand back between her legs, her eyes glued to the sight of her mother’s ass being claimed by her lover.

The rhythm grew faster, more intense, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. Shelly’s cries grew louder, her body moving in time with his thrusts, her pussy contracting with every push.

And then, with a roar, he came, his seed flooding her bowels, filling her up until it spilled out around his cock. Ashley’s eyes went wide, her own orgasm crashing over her as she watched the intimate connection between her mother and her lover.

Shelly’s body went slack, her breathing shallow, as she reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly used. “Again,” she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. “Fuck me again, fill me up.”

Gary, ever eager to please, didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled out, his cock already hard once more, and slammed back into her, his eyes locked on Ashley’s. The room was a whirlwind of passion and need, the three of them lost in their own little world of desire.

Their bodies moved as one, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync. They were no longer just a mother and daughter, a landlord and tenant. They were lovers, bound by a love that transcended all boundaries.

And as the night grew darker, their cries grew louder, the cottage a fortress of pleasure that stood tall against the prying eyes of the outside world. They were free here, free to be themselves, to love as they saw fit.

The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and the seasons changed outside their window. But within the walls of that little cottage, their love only grew stronger, fueled by the flames of their shared desires.

Shelly took charge, her chubby body a testament to the endless feasts of pleasure they had shared. She ordered them around, her voice a siren’s call that they could not resist. And as they obeyed, as they gave themselves over to her every whim, they grew more in love with each other.

Their lives had become a tapestry of taboo, each thread woven with care and precision. And as they lay in bed, their bodies entwined, they knew that they had found something special, something that could never be replicated.

Their love was a force of nature, a storm that raged within them, leaving nothing but passion in its wake. They were bound, not by societal norms, but by the unbreakable chains of desire that had been forged in the heat of their passionate encounters.

Gary looked down at the two of them, his heart swelling with love and lust. He had found his home, his family, in this place of sin. And he knew, without a doubt, that he would never leave. This was where he belonged, in the warm embrace of these two beautiful, wanton women.

And so, the story of their love continued to unfold, each chapter more erotic and thrilling than the last. They pushed each other to new heights, exploring every inch of their bodies, every dark corner of their minds.

The cottage had become a sanctuary of sin, a place where the three of them could indulge in their deepest desires without fear of judgment. Ashley’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched her mother’s body, the soft curves that had always been a symbol of comfort now a landscape of unbridled lust. She craved to see her mother experience the most intense pleasure, to hear her cries of ecstasy as her tight ass was claimed by the man they both desired.

“Fuck Mom’s ass,” Ashley whispered in his ear, her voice dripping with need. “I want to feel her cum around your cock when you fill her up.”

Gary’s heart raced at the thought, his cock swelling with anticipation. Shelly’s green eyes met his, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She turned over onto her stomach, her plump ass in the air, an invitation that was impossible to resist.

He approached her, his cock slick with pre-cum, and positioned himself at her entrance. The sight of her pink, puckered asshole made his blood boil with lust. He took a deep breath and pushed in, feeling the tightness envelop him like a velvet fist.

Shelly moaned into the pillow, her body tensing with the initial shock of his intrusion. But as he began to move, her moans grew deeper, more urgent. Ashley knelt beside the bed, her own hand between her legs, her eyes locked onto the erotic scene unfolding before her.

Gary picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of Shelly’s ass with ease. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, her body shaking with the force of her impending climax.

“Cum inside her,” Ashley begged, her voice thick with arousal. “Make her scream your name.”

Gary’s hips slammed into Shelly’s plump ass, the sound echoing through the room. He felt the warmth of her body tighten around him, her muscles clenching as she neared her peak. And with one final, powerful thrust, he let go, his cum spurting deep within her.

Shelly screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came, her orgasm so intense it seemed to shake the very foundation of the cottage.

The three of them lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entangled in a mess of limbs. They had crossed another line, explored another dark corner of their desires. But instead of fear or regret, there was only satisfaction and a burning hunger for more.

Their love had grown into something wild, something that could not be contained by the norms of society. They were untamed, unapologetic in their pursuit of pleasure.

The cottage walls had borne witness to their every wanton act, and had grown to embrace them, holding their secrets tight. It was a place of refuge, a place where they could truly be themselves, free from the prying eyes of the world outside.

As they lay there, their hearts racing, they knew that their story was far from over. There would be more nights of passion, more boundaries to shatter, more love to share.

The cottage was not just a place to live; it was a playground of lust, a sanctuary of desire that held them in its embrace. And as the moon cast its silvery glow through the window, they knew that they had found their true home.

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