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Burning Bridges
by Cassidy (megaherzman@yahoo.com)

***

Reese Witherspoon breaks with her husband and discovers 
a whole new world of sexual delights when freed from 
their dull relationship. (F-Solo, Fmf, ped, mast, fist, 
scat, ws, oral, anal, inc)

***

Author Notes: The events in this story are fictional and 
based in my fantasy. They in no way represent any person 
in real life. If you are offended by sexually charged 
material, don't read it.

***

Above the money, all the fame, all the glamour and 
glitz, Reese Witherspoon prized one thing the most: her 
normal life. What little privacy and comfort it provided 
was much more essential to her than an important role or 
an award. It was for this very reason that she had moved 
her family to her old hometown of Nashville. 

Although born in New Orleans, it was the passive 
Tennessee lifestyle that had been her upbringing for the 
majority of her youth and it was there that she felt 
most at home. Life was a lot calmer there and, besides 
the quality it would bring into her children's life, she 
knew that it would be the only way she could relax.

Ryan, her husband of god knows how many years, was not 
one to relax in the down home settings, however. 
Although the two had their fair amount of troubles to 
talk about in the past, Reese has always made it a point 
to make her family life work but as the time passed it 
seemed that Ryan's intents were otherwise inclined. 

His career was suffering from what seemed, to him at 
least, like one very long slump and his mind would all 
too often wander to getting it back on track. Reese, 
ever the loyalist to her family bonds, understood his 
desire to heighten his status in the Hollywood scene but 
failed to comprehend how it could take precedence over 
the health of his kids and, of course, her own needs. 

She was attentive enough to him, she knew that. Despite 
being the main bread winner in the family she let him 
have the dominant role in the majority of the decision 
making and never tried to overstep her boundaries as a 
wife. That was, after all, the way she was raised. 
Irregardless of all the love and fealty she directed at 
him he was just increasingly irate at her and the fights 
and bickering had become more and more consistent.

Lately, in fact, it seemed that the only thing that 
could calm him down was when she would tide over the 
storm of indifference with a form of seduction or 
another. She had learned with Ryan that the best way to 
a man's heart was through his pants not his stomach. It 
was this, much to her dismay, which was causing her the 
most mental agony. 

Had she resorted to this because she was not capable of 
handling her marriage or was she trying to hold onto 
something that was futile to attempt to save with cheap 
bedroom tactics? She didn't really know but what she did 
know was that she was no longer happy pleasing him 
intimately if the rest of the relationship was in 
tatters. 

So it was, for the last two weeks, she had stopped even 
those vain attempts at trying to calm his fleeting anger 
with the warmth between her legs. He had initially been 
angry but he now seemed to care very little about it at 
all, as he did with most things. 

Reese sighed, as she contemplated all the events of the 
last year. How funny the way things just piled up on top 
of each other and made bigger problems out of small 
nothings. 

Ryan had left this morning to meet with his agent in New 
York for what he had promised to be a good chance at a 
prize audition and here she was all alone. With the kids 
off to school and a humongous lakeside mansion all to 
herself Reese was beginning to fall prey to her 
loneliness and thoughts.

She looked around her bedroom, as she sat up in her bed, 
and remembered the good times, which now seemed so far 
gone, she remembered their wedding night. How he had 
slowly undressed her and lovingly applied his caress 
onto her nubile body. 

She had saved herself for him and now he refused to save 
her from herself. Still she loved him and the stream of 
thoughts running through her mind had begun to have 
their effect on her. She felt the comfortable and 
familiar tingle deep in the recesses of her increasingly 
moist womanhood and snaked a hand over the very short 
silk teddy that sheathed her curvy body. 

She relished the feeling of her hand rubbing the 
expensive garment over her tummy and the coldness of her 
fingertips as they touched the topmost flesh of her 
thigh as it lay exposed by the barely-there hemline of 
the miniscule slip. She brought her hand, ever so 
slowly, up to the bare folds of her dripping cunt. Cunt, 
the only thing she could call her pussy in this aroused 
state. 

Unable to sustain the fervor of her lust she slid her 
fingers brusquely up the slippery track of her pussy and 
over her clit and pressed vigorously, not quite yet able 
to bring herself to rub it. Instead she began to knead 
at her breast with her other hand, first slowly then in 
utter desperation but always keeping pressure on her 
sore clit. She pulled harshly at the teddy, tearing one 
strap and exposing her breast. 

Reese grunted with glee at the feeling of the cloth 
giving way to her flesh and pinched her nipple between 
her thumb and forefinger the very action making her arch 
her back against the backboard of her bed. She rolled it 
in between the two digits and then, abruptly tugged at 
it pulling her small breast as far as it would go. She 
let the nipple go and smiled as she felt the breast 
bounce lightly back into place.

She continued her assault on her breast, slapping it 
hard the pain seemingly making her nipple get harder and 
harder by the second but even then her mind wandered to 
the new ministrations below. Her other hand was now 
rubbing at her clit and she could feel her pussy was as 
slick as oil. 

The heat coming from between her hairless lips was too 
much of a temptation to ignore and so she slipped in a 
finger, her body shuddered in reception of its intrusion 
but it was not to be sated. Knowing this and not even 
giving it a second thought she slipped in a second 
finger. Better, she though, much better. 

Reese slid down a bit, using the pillows to prop her 
body up and give her a good view of herself in her 
dresser mirror that stood directly in front of her bed, 
and spread her legs as wide as she could and as far up 
in the air as was comfortable. She smiled; the sight of 
her own oozing cunt was definitely worth that much. 

She slid out the fingers and brought them up to her 
mouth, licking off her own juices, making a show out of 
it in the reflection. Assured that every last drop of 
her sweet moisture was gone she brought her hand down 
again and using her two middle fingers gave her clit a 
quick rub before interring those very digits deep into 
her pussy and beginning to furiously pound them in and 
out.

She was wet, very wet, and the frothy, sloshing sounds 
coming from her unmerciful attack on her cunt were only 
proof of that. Up and down, up and down she rammed her 
fingers into her slick vagina, her mischievous grin 
getting larger by the second as she watched the two 
fingers vanish into her crevice, leaving the other three 
sticking out. Stopping her, up to this point, incessant 
breast abuse she slid her other hand under herself and 
between her butt cheeks. 

This had become her favorite part of the ritual these 
past two weeks. Never before this had she even fancied 
the thought, but now she couldn't do without it. As 
fluidly as one takes a breath Reese slipped in two 
fingers into her asshole. She could feel the buildup of 
the previous days' waste in there but instead of the 
expected disgust this only served to arouse her even 
more. 

Now, with both holes filled to the brim she began to 
fervently pump her fingers in and out once again, the 
resultant squealing and grunting only serving to feed 
her rampant imagination. Quickly, in a seamless twist of 
lust, she extracted the fingers from her ass and brought 
them up to her mouth. She stopped and looked at them, 
her eyes widened, first with disgust then with aching 
desire. The two fingers were coated in shit, the pungent 
stench of it wafted up her nose and she found it not as 
offensive as her initial impression might have 
suggested. 

Cautiously Reese brought the fingers up to her mouth, as 
she steadied the pace of those in her pussy, and then 
without wasting a time to dredge up second thoughts she 
smeared the shit on her lips. Her tongue lapped out and 
in between the filth and willingly cleaned the fingers. 
She swallowed hard, the bitter taste of her own waste 
streaming down her throat. 

She shot a glance up at the mirror and saw herself and 
knew that was the end of the road. A smile crept onto 
her face as she saw the mess she'd made of it, the sight 
itself was so wrong that it only made her burn with the 
need to finish herself off and soon. 

With professional speed she brought the fingers in her 
pussy out and then joined the others next to them 
bringing her entire hand down into her sopping wet hole. 
She pounded as violently as she could while her other, 
shit-stained hand rubbed incessantly at her clit. She 
felt the rush of blood and the light headed notion of 
the impending orgasm rack her body. 

"OH GOD YES!! YES!! YESS!" A gusher of cum shot from her 
vagina, drenching her legs and feet and making her body 
weaken. The torrent of girl cum seemed endless, every 
spasm bringing forth a rush of the clear liquid, making 
her legs gleam with the fluid. As a second tremor of 
ecstasy ran through her, her debilitated body was unable 
to contain a stream of hot piss that poured out onto the 
covers. She giggled as the warm urine delineated the 
shape of her body on the sheets. Her breathing was still 
heavy and her body, it seemed to her, was beyond the 
point of reason but she still managed one more glance at 
herself in the mirror and smiled again. 

What a filthy slut, she thought to herself. For the 
first time she thought that after all that happened, why 
the hell did she need Ryan to feel good? It was time to 
burn some bridges. 

***

It had been one month since she had asked Ryan to stay 
in their LA home so that she could have time to 
reevaluate their marriage and Reese had honestly never 
felt better. Of course, jerk that he was Ryan was all 
"supportive" of her suggestion of sometime apart he 
hadn't even argued the idea; after all, it would provide 
a great chance for him to hit more auditions but that 
was something he kept to himself. 

However clever he thought he was being in taking the 
role of a concerned and sympathetic husband for his own 
benefit, Reese didn't really care. He could think 
whatever he wanted as long as she had all the time in 
the world to explore the pleasures she had been wantonly 
delving into since her great moment of revelation. 

In a span of four weeks she had discovered the delights 
of dildos, vibrators, pornography, and other such 
scandalous endeavors. After much reading she had learned 
how to locate her G-spot and how to squirt on command. 
It was never enough. There was so much to learn and she 
wanted to devour it all.

What had once been taboo was now standard to her. Every 
morning, before she prepared the kids' lunches for 
school, she would slip into the shower and use her 
showerhead to get off, but even that was not enough. 
Soon enough she found herself on all fours in her 
bathtub grinding her pussy onto the faucet as the water 
ran at its highest setting. 

That progressed to her suctioning the plunger and doing 
him on the floor of the bathroom. There was always 
something new to discover, she had found out, and it was 
a lot greater feeling than waiting for some argument to 
resolve itself with Ryan. THIS was truly living.

On the day after the first month, she woke to the sound 
of her alarm. She had been setting it earlier and 
earlier because she found her masturbation sessions had 
been getting longer. Wishing not to disrupt her 
children's morning schedule, the only solution was to 
get up progressively early. The alarm sounded its 
blaring honk twice but was quickly silenced by Reese's 
hand as it slammed down on it. She was tired, but eager 
to get her daily dose started with. 

She flicked on the bedside lamp and gave herself a quick 
glance in the dresser mirror. Figuring she'd like a 
better look, Reese stood up on the bed and gave her nude 
body a really good look. She turned around and glanced 
at her ass. All the working out paid off, she thought as 
she spread her ass to reveal the seal end of a butt plug 
she had taken to wearing almost all day long. She let 
her ass go and then ran her hands up her body and to her 
breasts. 

A quick smile and she jumped off the bed and started to 
make for the bathroom but then thought better of it. She 
didn't want to wait, she wanted it now.

Abruptly she swiped all the sheets of the bed and sat 
down spreading herself out for her own viewing pleasure. 
She stuck two fingers in her mouth and drenched them in 
spit and then trailed them down her body and over her 
pussy, sending waves of preemptive joy through her body. 
She stopped as an idea popped into her head. 

Quickly she reached over to her bedside drawers and 
pulled out one of her, now expansive, collection of 
dildos. She stuck out her tongue and wet the suction end 
of it and then stuck it to her headboard. Then she got 
on all fours and crept up to it as if it were a real man 
about to get the royal treatment. 

She flicked the tip of it with her tongue and then 
swirled it around the head, lavishly lubing up the 
phallus with her own spit. She drew back her head and 
then hocked a loogie onto the dildo. Pleased with the 
results she turned around and looked back as she 
descended onto the dildo, the thought of riding it like 
a dog making her more wet than she already was.

The large penis entered her tightness reluctantly but 
with a roll of her hips she brought it into herself to 
the hilt, the feeling causing her head to drop to the 
mattress. Head down, she brought her hand up and spread 
open her ass cheeks giving a clearer path to the large 
silicon intruder. She slowly built up speed as she went 
back and forth onto the dildo, her pleasure manifesting 
itself in increasing bouts of muffled screams. 

"Oh my god, yes!! Fuck that pussy!! Fuck it!!" The 
pleasure overrode her as she continued moving her lower 
body back and forth onto the object of her attention. 
Wanting more, she placed her hand back on the bed and 
lifted herself back onto all fours and began to grind 
her hips aggressively on the dildo. 

She backed up and extracted its 9 inch length from her 
pussy, leaving only the head in her oozing snatch. 
Slowly she began to grind the full 9 inches into her 
body, her dripping vagina twitching with each motion. 
Losing her patience again she rammed her ass back and 
brought the full dildo deep into her in one single 
motion, pain and pleasure intermingling as a result of 
her eagerness. She let out a scream.

"Arrrrrggghhhhh, yesss!!!" She felt the orgasm build up 
and explode in a matter of two seconds. Her pussy 
contracted and tightened around the dildo forcing her to 
slip off and release the stream of cum she was holding 
inside. Coursing torrent after torrent of her juices 
splashed onto the headboard of her bed, dripping down 
onto her sheets as they followed the carved rivulets of 
the wood. Reese was breathing hard, still trying to 
catch her breath and then she heard the voice.

"Mommy, are you okay?" It was Deacon, her five year old 
son, standing at her door with his pajamas still on and 
his teddy bear in one hand.

She looked up from the den of depravity she called a bed 
and into the wide eyes of her little man, Deac. How must 
she look to him? What was he thinking? Surely he 
couldn't think anything more than she was hurt, right?

"Little man, how long have you been there?" Reese said, 
finally being able to react to being caught and dragging 
the drenched sheets up to cover herself.

"I heard you scream and I ran over here and you were 
peeing on the bed…," he seemed more fascinated and 
curious than concerned, Reese thought. 

"Oh, Deac, I wasn't…uh...,"she looked up at him, at a 
loss for words, that wonder and awe was still in his 
eyes. She felt a stirring in her loins, the idea of her 
son seeing her bring herself to climax was getting to 
her. No, what are you thinking?!, she scolded herself. 
She had to fix this somehow.

"Come here little man," She moved the covers more 
securely over herself as Deacon ran over to her and 
leaped on the bed. He crawled over to her and then 
stopped.

"Your pee is still on the bed mommy," he said.

"Oh sorry, it's not pee but little boys like you 
shouldn't touch it anyway," she got off the bed dragging 
the moist sheets off with her. "I'll be right back, 
honey, ok?"

"Ok, mommy," he said as he plopped down heavily on the 
part of the bed he had remained in, still holding his 
bear.

Reese entered the bathroom; her heart was pumping, but 
was it from the rush of being caught or from the mass of 
ideas streaming through her head? No, you can't even 
think that, she told herself. Quickly she dropped the 
sheets and looked for something to put on. She caught a 
glance of herself in the mirror and stopped for a 
moment, almost eating herself up with her eyes. 

A smirk made its way onto her face before she continued 
her search, but it was all for naught, there weren't any 
clothes in here, not even in the hamper. Resigned, she 
grabbed a towel and wrapped it above her breasts and 
under her arms. She turned back to the mirror and looked 
at herself. Damn, you even look good in a towel, she 
told herself. The towel barely reached the top of her 
thighs but it would have to suffice. Maybe he'll like 
it, her mind told her, but she quickly quieted it. 

Back in the bedroom, Deacon was already fast asleep 
again. Reese entered and smiled, she had avoided the 
sure to be awkward explanation of what he had seen her 
do. More relaxed she headed over to the bed and crawled 
up next to her son. 

Reese lay directly next to him on her side, letting the 
warmth of his body permeate her own. She sighed, 
suddenly pleased with the way things were going. She had 
gotten rid of the pariah in her life, Ryan. Here she had 
all she needed: her kids, her privacy, and herself.

She laid her hand on Deacon's chest and reveled in the 
feeling of his chest rising up and down, but still her 
mind wandered. She began to stroke his body, each stroke 
leading her closer to his PJ pants. She stopped, but it 
was too late to change her mind. Already her pussy was 
leaking between her legs. Instead she used the pause to 
throw off the towel and unveil her nude body, and then 
she continued the business at hand.

Reese slid her hand down from Deacon's five year old 
chest and under the elastic waist of his PJs and felt 
the tiny lump of his young cock and balls.

"Oh baby," she said looking at his sleeping face, 
"you're so small. I'll make it grow and feel good for 
you."

She rose onto all fours and positioned herself slightly 
over her son's lower body. She hooked her fingers under 
the waistband of his pants and pulled down. She dragged 
down slowly taking in every inch of his unmarred flesh, 
finally revealing his tiny cock and balls. Reese's eyes 
glistened and her mouth watered at the sight of that and 
she uncontrollably pulled the pants the rest of the way 
down. The motion jostled Deacon awake.

"Mommy?" He asked groggily.

Reese looked up at his face, smiled and placing her hand 
on his chest, said, "Lay back down little man, mommy is 
going to make you feel good."

Confused he started, "What are you goin…," but he didn't 
continue as he felt the warm moisture of Reese's mouth 
encompass both his cock and balls. His eyes rolled back 
in his head and he laid back down obediently. 

Reese kept her eyes glued on his reactions as her hands 
lay at the sides of his hips framing the object of her 
attention. The thought of what she was doing drove her 
so close to a hands free orgasm, it was crazy. There she 
was, Reese Witherspoon, Academy Award winner, on her 
knees sucking for dear life on her five year old son's 
penis and balls. 

A gust of energy shot through her as the image ran 
through her mind and she applied it with gusto to the 
ministration on her son's cock. She had so far refused 
to let go of the tiny tadger and balls that fit both so 
well into her mouth, she drove her tongue wildly in 
between her son's cock and balls and swished the saliva 
building around to give him a feeling unlike any other. 
He began to moan.

"Oh mommy, don't stop!" he said between gasps.

Reese stopped, both to tease and to say, "Call me whore, 
little man."

"Put your mouth there again mommy whore," he nearly 
yelled out.

"Only if you do something for me, little man," Reese 
said as she teasingly bobbed down and ran her tongue 
over the length of his cock and balls to give him 
further incentive.

"Anything, mommy whore," Deac said pleadingly.

"Pee all over mommy while she plays with your pee pee. 
Will you do that?" Reese said smiling.

Deac didn't even get to answer, the stream of piss shot 
up and hit Reese in the eye. She started to laugh with 
joy as the stream of warm urine drenched her face. In 
the midst of it all she dug down again and continued to 
suck him off even as he finished off his urination. Once 
he was done she brought her head up again, her lips 
sealing in all the urine she had been able to catch. She 
swallowed and relished the feeling of it.

"Please don't stop mommy whore," Deac said, aware that 
his mom was too busy doing something else besides 
licking his thing. Reese smiled and shot her head down 
to his cock again, instantly covering the whole of his 
tiny manhood, her urine soaked hair slapping his stomach 
as her head went up and down. He moaned as Reese began 
to run her eager tongue all over that part of him he 
only used to pee. Just then Reese ran her tongue under 
his foreskin and his sensitive head went haywire, his 
balls contracted and he began to shoot out his load. 

Reese felt the spurt of her boy's cum and removed her 
mouth and watched in wonder as Deacon's cock shot out 
his first batch of ejaculate over his stomach and waist. 
Unable to just sit back and watch anymore she grabbed 
the tiny cock between her thumb and forefinger and 
tilted it toward her face and she jacked it off. 

The final spurts hit her eyelid and her cheek and began 
to ooze down. She continued jacking off the tiny cock as 
her tongue darted up to receive the dripping cum that 
had made its way down her face. Her continuing attention 
to Deac's penis was not without its rewards though, as 
it shot out again. She felt Deacon begin to shake and 
suddenly thick rope of cum hit her lips and dripped into 
her mouth, yet another draped itself over her nose. 

"Oh, my little man! You made your mommy so proud!" She 
said, the cum still clinging to her face, but Deacon was 
out cold. She glanced down at his penis, he was really 
worn out, but there was still a lot to look at, namely 
the pool of congealing cum that still lay on his waist 
and stomach.. She crawled up and low over his stomach 
and began to lick off every last drop off of him. So 
intent on getting him cleaned up that she didn't hear 
her daughter enter the room.

"Mommy?! What are you doing to Deac?!" Ava said aloud.

Reese looked up from her unfinished breakfast, she gave 
Ava one look over and decided to burn one more bridge.

***

Reese couldn't imagine how this must look to Ava, her 
eldest daughter. The girl was her first but she was 
still very much under ten years old and way too young, 
thusly, to know about the desires that had led her 
mother into this precarious position. And what a 
position! Thought Reese, as she glanced at the mirror 
and caught sight of exactly what her daughter was 
seeing. 

There she was the glamorized Hollywood slut, that only a 
scant month ago been a loyal and caring housewife, 
kneeling down on the bed over the nude body of her 5 
year old son with a two strings of cum trailing from her 
lips to his crotch. Reese smiled and as her sex crawled 
with renewed anticipation.

"Mommy? Is Deac ok?" Ava said, this time worry tinged 
her voice. 

"He's fine, honey. He just needed mommy to put him to 
sleep." Reese said, still absently looking at the mirror 
while talking to her daughter. "Can you help mommy rest 
too?"

Ava, still wary, came forth a couple of steps and 
glanced at the scene before her as Reese finally shot a 
viciously hungry glance at her. Ava seemed alarmed.

"Mommy needs help going to sleep; you want to help me 
like I helped Deacon?" Reese said, her desire barely 
masked by the façade of a doting mother.

Ava nodded, slowly, then, "But I can see your thingy and 
Deacon's wee wee is out."

"You mean this little thing?" Reese said as she gave 
Deac's cock a swirl with her tongue. "That's ok, he 
needed for me to kiss it and make it better. Come up 
here Ava."

Ava hitched up her bedtime gown and cautiously got on 
the bed. She stared intently at her nude mother. Reese 
crawled over Deac's sleeping body and poised her 
dripping wet pussy over his face as she reached over and 
rummaged through her bedside drawer. After a quick 
search she found what she was looking for.

"Here you go honey," she said as she handed Ava a bottle 
of lube. "Cover your hands and arms in that for mommy 
ok?"

Ava reached over and grabbed the tube, stopping only to 
read the label on it, "What's this for mommy?"

"To make mommy happy," said Reese in response.

Ava squirted the lube into her tiny hand and began to 
coat her hands and arms with it. Reese looked at her, 
her cunt amped up at the thought of what was about to 
happen. She reached over and began pulling at Deacon's 
cock with her thumb and forefinger while her other hand 
went below to the radiating heat coming from between her 
legs. She dipped two fingers and instantly a wave of 
pleasure overtook her body. She moaned under her breath, 
causing Ava too look up from her now finished task.

"Ok Mommy…" Ava stared at her mother as she fondled her 
brother and touched herself. Reese snapped a look at her 
and then flipped over on her knees and buried her face 
back into Deacon's crotch.

:"Put your fingers into mommy," Reese said, unable to 
control the yearning in her voice. "Now."

Ava approached and asked, "Into your thingy?"

"Yes, do it."

Ava obeyed and brought her fingers up to her mommy's 
cooch. At school they had taught her that she should 
never let strangers touch down there but mommy was no 
stranger and she was no stranger to mommy, so she 
figured it was ok. She stuck in a finger and felt Reese 
receptively grind into it.

Reese grunted as she felt one of Ava's tiny fingers go 
into her moist hole and rolled her hips rapidly into her 
daughters hand forcing it to go in further until she 
felt a heavy shift and knew that she had made the entire 
hand slip into her pussy. 

"Mmmm, baby, that's soooo good. Now push it in and out, 
honey."

Ava obeyed and soon Reese's jammed pussy was being 
carefully filled and refilled by her daughter's hand.

"Is that good mommy?" Ava asked, obviously pleased in 
herself.

"Oh yeah," Reese barely managed as she shrouded her 
moans by attaching herself back onto Deacon's dick and 
sucking on it like her life depended on it. Her gesture 
certainly did not go unnoticed by Deac who was drawn out 
of his sleep by the renewed feeling near his crotch only 
to see his mother bent over his penis again. 

Deac shifted to his side, to ease the involuntary 
thrusting reaction his hips had now picked up, and saw 
his sister with her hand deep in his mommy's pussy. 

As if on cue, Reese detached herself from Deac's cock 
with a loud smack of her lips and yelled back to Ava, 
"Put your arm as far as it will go, baby."

Ava obeyed immediately and her arm glided into Reese's 
pussy with a sloppy ease that was enabled by the 
excessive wetness in her cunt. Ava's face was now 
alarmingly close to her mom's butt and Ava made an 
effort to both "help" her mommy yet keep her face away 
from an area she knew could be quite unpleasant. 

"What are you doing Ava?" Reese said, as one of her 
hands remained busy with Deacon's cock.

"Nothing," Ava said, now afraid she'd done something 
wrong.

"Exactly, so why don't you start licking my asshole?"

Ava's arm stopped dead in its tracks, "What?"

"Do it," Reese said firmly, now more intent on getting 
off than giving half a rat's ass about anyone's 
feelings.

"But its…" Ava started.

"Ava, DID I STUTTER?"

A few tears teetered on the brim of Ava's eyes, "No, 
mommy."

"Then get to work."

And with that Reese went back to her work as she got a 
hold of Deac's legs and dragged his crotch up to her 
mouth, once again taking its entirety into herself. Deac 
squirmed and grabbed a hold of his mom's hair and shoved 
her face further into his crotch.

"Oh yes, mommy whore," he cried out.

Ava herself was still struggling with the task put 
before her. She inched her face toward her goal. Reese's 
pink asshole was slightly contracting, Ava noticed, as a 
result of her fervent action toward Deac. Ava got closer 
and smelled a faint bitter stench; it wasn't as bad as 
she had thought. She stuck her tongue out and placed it 
over the anus, she tried to hold it in but the idea of 
what she was doing overwhelmed her and instantly she 
retched a couple of times before spilling the contents 
of her stomach all over Reese's big, round ass. 

Reese stopped slamming her head onto Deac's cock and 
looked back. Her face filled with anger.

"What the hell…." But the sight of her vomit coated 
backside was too much for her to handle. A spasm of 
delirious joy ran the length of her body and she looked 
back at Ava and said, "Lick it off, Ava and don't you 
stop ramming your arm into my fucking cunt."

Ava stared wide-eyed at her mother for a few seconds.

"NOW!!" Reese yelled out, now desperate to have her 
pussy thirst quenched.

Ava didn't hesitate this time. Instantly she began to 
lap up the thick, sticky fluids that coated her mom's 
ass and, simultaneously, pump her arm in and out of her 
ass.

"Oh yeah, baby doll, get in between the crack.," Reese 
grunted out as she looked back at the mirror and took 
sight of herself as her daughter went about her business 
and she pumped furiously at her little boy's penis. The 
sight was too much, she felt her pussy contract once, 
tried to hold the torrent back, and then just let go. 
The onslaught of girl cum shot out of her pussy and all 
over Ava, who screamed in shock.

Reese, now determined to have more than she had planned 
for dove down and took Deac's cock and balls back in her 
mouth and furiously sucked on them, causing Deacon to 
scream as his sensitive balls where viciously whirled 
around Reese's mouth. Deacon began to cry, the pain 
being too much, but Reese didn't care she wanted cum. 

She suddenly concentrated on his cock only and dug at it 
with her mouth, heavy gusts of breath coming out as she 
rammed her face into his body. The feeling overwhelmed 
Deacon too, and he began to shoot his load into her 
mouth. Quickly she backed up and let the gooey strands 
of cum cover her entire face as a smile grew on it. 

Finally, fulfilled Reese flopped over and sighed 
heavily. She glanced at the mirror again, at the 
aftermath of her actions. She smiled again. This bridge 
wasn't burned, it was completely decimated.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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