Together Ssn 01

Mistress Cummings offers Frankie some reprieve in this moment by removing the nipple clamps, which comes as a relief but also with new soreness as the air contacts the once clamped areas. Mistress asks the young woman, "Had enough yet?," and Frankie responds with a shake of her head to tell her she hasn't had enough; unusually quiet and reserved for Frankie like she's a new person in the presence of her idol.

Chat comes through with comments saying, "Beautiful."

"OMG OMG OMG!!!"

"What a woman."

"She's screwed now."

"I want to fuck both of you. Or watch while you do it."

"Squirt."

The moderators kick and silence the unpaid demand to squirt, and the complimentary tips have been flooding in for the show, but some aren't finished just yet as a tip for, "Dildo," appears.

Mistress asks the tipper, "Which Dildo would you like? We have a small six inch, a medium eight inch, or a large twelve inch?"

The tipper responds in a small tip note requesting, "Large. Make it fit in that tight hole."

Mistress Cummings reads the tip note aloud for Frankie and the chat, "Large. Make it fit in that tight hole. Your wish," as she picks up the huge, girthy foot-long dildo, "is my command," and she walks over to the side of the bed and mounts a knee on it and bends down low so her head is near Frankie's crotch, and her arms have free access to her pussy.

With one arm resting on Frankie's abdomen with her fingers teasing and pulling her labia, and the other reaching under Frankie's leg now nestled between her cheek and shoulder, Mistress Cummings rubs the dildo up and down the length of the lips. She cranes her head forward slightly to let herself dribble down onto the clit and down the lips to coat the head of the dildo and the pussy as she rubs.

Once wet enough, Mistress Cummings pushes the giant dildo into the pussy, with Frankie bucking her hips already in anticipation, unable to control herself. Mistress Cummings responds to these motions by forcing the dildo deeper inside as far as she can push, then pulling out to push again deeper, and again deeper, and again until she is firmly pressing against Frankie's cervix, and she keeps ramming that dildo in and out of her as deep as possible with increasing speed as she settles into the motion with her wrist.

Frankie can't help but buck her hips more and more, moaning and groaning, wishing she could have use of her arms, feeling utterly helpless as she builds up to orgasm and cums hard on the dildo. Mistress Cummings notices the orgasmic convulsions and the creamy cum sticking to the dildo each time it emerges, so she keeps going harder and faster than before, not giving the helpless young woman any recovery whatsoever.

Mistress Cummings continues to pound Frankie's pussy to a second, much harder orgasm, and stops. She pulls the dildo out and goes to place it on the tray, and slowly walks back to the still writhing and moaning Frankie, and she climbs a knee back up onto the bed and thrusts her middle and ring finger into Frankie's pussy and digs for a few moments before pulling out her cream-covered, lace gloved fingers and licks them and sucks them clean.

Mistress Cummings says, "Mmm, delicious girl."

The chat agrees with a new tipper demanding, "Cunnilingus," from the tip menu. So, from the bottom of the bed, Mistress Cummings climbs up and grips Frankie's legs and pulls her to her mouth, stretching the tied arms even more to renewed moans from the sore woman, and the Mistress dances her tongue on Frankie's pussy lips and up to the clitoris, and presses her mouth tight into her crotch, breathing heavily and salivating more and more with every passing moment.

Frankie moans, lost in the ecstasy and the pleasure of being brought to orgasm by the woman she has been watching online for years, wondering what it would be like to be here, having driven her lust with many of the women she has kissed and played with over the years. Now, it's really happening with this incredible woman, and it feels so good. How, normally, she is the one who is assertive and dominant, controlling her sexual appetite, but now she is completely at the mercy of someone else, and utterly powerless, and it feels better than anything else; feeling a lust so intense, is she in love? Or, is she just feeling herself orgasm again for her Mistress?

Frankie cums with a little bit of a squirt this time from the intense pleasure she has received, and Mistress Cummings laps up every last drop she can with her tongue, enjoying each drop. Mistress Cummings stands up and walks around the bed and says, "I'm pleased," and she unties one of Frankie's wrists, and Mistress Cummings walks slowly around to the other side and unties the other wrist, and Frankie massages the sore wrists with her hands.

Mistress Cummings asks, "Now, does anyone want Frankie to play with me?"

Comments come in saying, "Such a great show."

"Beautiful women both of you."

"Lick her good yeah."

"I'm so bad for you both."

"Yes Mistress."

"I wanna fuck you so bad."

And, a very generous tipper asks for, "Cum show," with a tip note reading, "Let Frankie have her way with the Mistress, please."

Mistress Cummings acknowledges the tipper, saying, "Thank you for your generosity, and for asking so nicely. Of course, I will allow Frankie to do what ever she wants with me."

Frankie crawls across the bed to Mistress cummings and unstraps the stockings from the suspender belt and slides it down over her hips to fall on the floor, and she steps out of it with one foot and rests it on the bed so Frankie can unzip the thigh-high boot and pull it off, tossing it aside. Mistress Cummings swaps legs and Frankie unzips and removes the other boot and tosses that aside too.

Mistress Cummings lowers her foot as Frankie turns her attention to the straps on her bodysuit and loosens them, and slips them over their shoulders to allow the breast cups of the bodysuit to fall away, revealing the Mistress' nipples to her. She unzips the central zipper between the breast cups which goes all the way down under the crotch, and the bodysuit effortlessly falls loose and drops down to the floor revealing the Mistress' pleasant body in full: her breasts, her abdomen, her pussy, all sensuously sculpted.

Now, time for the mistress' stockings to come off, and she lifts a foot up onto the bed to allow Frankie to roll that leg down and off, throwing it aside in a bunch, and they do the same for the other leg. Mistress Cummings lowers her foot and reaches an arm out for Frankie to roll off the glove on it, and then Frankie removes the other one just the same.

Finally, both women are completely naked, with the exception of the Mistress' choker, and now Frankie launches herself up at Mistress Cummings and kisses her passionately on the lips. The Mistress climbs up onto the bed, and Frankie walks her knees back without breaking the kiss, as they become central on the bed. Their hands glide around each other's bodies in fluid motions as they become more comfortable with each other under the bright lights and in front of the camera, utterly exposed for all the voyeurs.

Frankie takes her kissing down the Mistress' chin and neck down to her chest, and she kisses around each of the nipples in turn before sucking on each of them and cheekily licking them playfully.

After a while, Frankie grabs the Mistress' waist and guides her to lay down as she kisses her way down the Mistress' belly to arrive at her crotch, and she hungrily licks and kisses and sucks away the Mistress' pussy and clit, and whilst she licks her clit, she introduces a finger into her pussy to lightly find her G-spot. Then, getting deeper into the feeling, she adds another finger and rubs more vigorously on the G-spot with her fingers and also the clit with her tongue.

Before long, the Mistress reaches orgasm to some satisfied moans from the mistress, but Frankie isn't done. She gets up, goes to the tray and picks up the twelve inch dildo she herself had been previously fucked with, and, cheekily, she says, "Now then. It's time to see how you like this. I want you to squirm under me," and she giggles as she hurries back onto the bed beside the Mistress and pushes the dildo deep into her pussy whilst she leans down to the laying Mistress' mouth and kisses her passionately as she gets fucked hard and deep by her own toy.

Mistress Cummings wriggles and moans gleefully whilst being filled in her pussy and having her mouth occupied, and she reaches a hand to her clit, and Frankie notices and slaps it away, and says mockingly, "Ahhh, hands off now. I'm holding you to your own rules," and she giggles into the Mistress' mouth as they kiss again. The Mistress instead uses her hands to massage the back of Frankie's neck as they continue to kiss.

Pleasant's pink pussy gets wetter and wetter with slapping sounds as the dildo slides inside, and she looks at Frankie's face held in embrace against hers with a warmth fluttering inside her. She has never felt quite so good in the presence of anyone, and this young woman surprises her.

Eternity seems to pass in these moments of play as Frankie fucks Mistress Cummings to a powerful orgasm, and Frankie pulls out the dildo from the squelching, wet pussy and goes to replace it on the tray.

Mistress Cummings asks Frankie, "Are you okay? Do want to take a break?"

Frankie replies, "Yeah. A break would be good. Thanks."

So, Mistress Cummings turns her attention to the viewers and announces, "We are going to take a break, but, we will return later. Please go give Frankie a follow on her room at FuckFrankie, that's F-U-C-K-F-R-A-N-K-I-E. Thank you to everyone for watching, and especially those who tipped and contributed to a hot show, and we will see you later tonight." And, with that said, Mistress Cummings gets up off the bed and goes to her computer to click, 'Stop broadcasting.'

Mistress Cummings turns to Frankie and asks, "Hungry?"

Frankie replies, "Yeah, actually."

Pleasant suggests, "Let's order in. My treat for a wonderful first stream together."

Back at home, Lucy is not looking forward to her husband, George, being away for work over the next week, and her daughter, Frankie, is staying over with a friend for a few days, so far as she knows and is told, meaning she would be at home with her son, Craig. The reason she doesn't like to be away from her husband for so long is because of her high sex drive, which is usually managed nightly by her husband. During such times when they are parted, she has means of alleviating any arising urges, but they never satisfy like her mammoth of a man, so big and so strong, and, of course, cheating would never cross her mind. Such matters should be dealt with together.

When showering that evening, with the bathroom door left ajar as usual, Lucy feels like she's being watched, looks around, but doesn't see anything suspicious. She does know, though, that her son does like a look when she's showering and changing, but doesn't ultimately mind, realising the desires of a young man, and it's harmless after all to look, especially with all the filth on the internet. Obviously, the bathroom door could easily be closed and locked if it was a bother.

After her shower, Lucy does return the favour of her son's peeking by looking into his room on her way past to the master bedroom, and, as she usually expects to see, he is looking on the internet at the aforementioned filth; that filth being step-mother step-son porn videos. As for the feeling of being watched, he is oblivious to Lucy's looking, being so preoccupied with his blind obsession.

Lucy goes back to her room and goes to change into her pyjamas, but her eyes settle on some beautiful lingerie, and considers dressing up, but, with no one around to enjoy it, it would be a waste. So, it's on with the pyjamas, and getting ready to settle in to bed with some work on her laptop to check over for the next day, and then some light browsing and, finally, sleep. A reasonable agenda to get well rested.

Calling from the comfort of her bed, lit only by the light from the screen on her laptop on her lap, Lucy shouts, "Good night, Craig," as she usually would do.

She hears the muffled response come through the walls, "Good night, Mom," then silence, but knowing he will be up for a while yet. Still, formalities out of the way, time to prepare for tomorrow's work.

Lucy checks through everything she needs to and makes sure what she needs doing is done and prepared, so, it's time for fun? That would be nice, however, she notices it's later than she expected by working longer than intended, so, it's straight to bed for this girl. Time to settle in and get to sleep.

Eyes closed, tossing and turning, snuggling into the soft bed clothes, turning over the pillow to the nice, cold side, but after what feels like hours, Lucy is far from ready to go to sleep. She opens her eyes to find the alarm clock and sees that not even ten minutes has passed since she put down her laptop and turned in for the night. We can't be doing this all night, can we? All restless despite her best efforts.

To make matters worse, Lucy was starting to feel horny. Without the passionate embrace of her husband, the only way to satiate herself is to use one of her means, that being, a vibrator. With a reach into the bedside drawer, she digs her hand in and finds it, and pulls it out; a meaty, thick piece of plastic and silicone specially produced in a factory for all your... needs...

Reluctant, she pulls down her pyjama bottoms and her knickers to allow access for the toy, but, before she reaches down with it, she lays there and considers a thought that has just come across her mind. How many times does she find herself at home alone? Never. But, she is alone in the house with her son, and, he could be put to good use. He isn't going to object to fulfilling his fantasy, right?

Lucy lays there wrestling with her conscience about whether or not she should go and ask. She's not helped by her horniness growing by the moment. So, she reaches over to deposit the vibrator back in the drawer, and pulls up her knickers and pyjama bottoms, and throws back the duvet to allow her to get up from the bed. She looks, and spots the lingerie, and has an idea.

Down the hallway, Craig is in his room struggling with his own horniness as he tries to find himself something fresh and interesting to wank himself off to. Emboldened with confidence by knowing his mother, the only other person in the house, is safely in her room sleeping. So, Craig is sitting at his computer desk completely naked, and ready to go at a moment's notice, lit only by the dull glow of the bed side lamp across the room, and his computer monitor, washing him in a ghostly, pale blue glow. All of a sudden...

"Craig," calls a voice softly from behind him, startling him and making his heart stop with a sinking feeling as he turns around to see his mother in the doorway, wearing a sexy nightdress that cups her breasts loosely and hangs elegantly over her hips. The warm light softly reaching from the bedside table catches the shin as it slides up along the door frame; her face beaming with a seductive naughtiness as she bites her lip as she stares at her son.

Craig, in shock, standing facing his mother with the glare of blue and pink light from his monitor against his back, says, "Mom? What the fuck!"

Lucy says, "Mommy needs help, son. She needs you so bad. Don't be scared. Everything will be alright."

Craig, in utter disbelief, asks, "What are you talking about? What do you need? I-I-I... What?"

Lucy replies, "Please, Craig, I need you. Mommy loves you and doesn't want to hurt you. I just need some care and attention and you're the only one who can help me right now, please, son, please?"

Craig, still in disbelief, asks, "Is this a joke? Why are you dressed like that, and what are you..." Before Craig can finish what he's saying, Lucy walks right up to her son and kisses him hard and passionately on the lips. She grips his neck with both hands and massages it whilst Craig simply stands there, caught completely off guard.

The longer the kiss goes on, the more Craig eases in to it, and he places his hands on his mother's hips and feels the softness of the silk nightdress. Lucy pulls the straps off her dress down over her shoulders and slips the nightdress down, folding over Craig's hands as it falls, and he allows it to slip between his palms and his mother's hips as it collapses in a heap around her feet.

Lucy grabs Craig by the wrists and brings his hands up to fondle her breasts, still deep in the kiss, and, whilst Craig plays with them, she grips his scrotum in one hand and his cock in the other. She feels how rock-hard and ready he is, and she pulls away from the kiss and says, "Sit down," and Craig does as he is told, sinking into the chair beneath him.

Lucy gets down onto her knees in front of her son and rubs his legs as she looks up into his eyes, and she asks, "Look at me... Look at me," and Craig stares into her eyes as she says, "Mommy is here for you. Mommy will take care of you. But, tonight, you aren't Mommy's little boy anymore. You are what Mommy truly needs right now; a man. I need you to step up in your father's absence, and be my man tonight. Please, I beg you. Do you understand?" Craig nods, and Lucy grips his cock in one hand and leans her mouth onto it, beginning to suck his cock.

Guiding his cock in her mouth with her tongue whilst her thumb and forefinger grip around the cock to pump it up and down, Lucy moans with pleasure as she enjoys the meaty taste of the throbbing hard member. It's not quite as girthy as her husband's, but is impressive in it's own right; long and promising for what's to come.

Craig stares down at his mother's face as her head bobs up and down on his cock, one side of her face softly lit from the lamp light across the room, and the other in shadow with the edge of her cheek and forehead lined by flashes of cool light from the monitor behind him.

Lucy stops sucking, and she moans, "Ooooh, I can't wait anymore," and she stands up and commands, "On the bed, now!. Lay down on your back," and Craig shoots up out of the chair and assumes position on the bed as his mom asked of him. Lucy wastes no time climbing up onto the bed and straddling the young man, her breasts hanging beautifully as she grips his cock and holds it in place as she lowers herself down onto it.

As his mother starts to rock back and forth on his cock, Craig asks, "Is this going to far? What if you get pregnant?"

Lucy comfortingly says, "I won't," and continues to take in the feeling of having her son's long, hard cock inside of the place he came out of so long ago. She bites her lip with her eyes closed as she feels euphoria and adrenaline wash over her, head to toe, and she moans as she says, "Mommy loves you. Do you love Mommy?"

Craig answers, "Yes. I love you, Mommy."

Lucy slows down her movements as she says, "Good boy. Looking after your Mommy... when she needs," and she speeds back up, faster than before, moaning harder, saying, "Yes, that's what Mommy needs." Rocking harder. "Yes." Rocking Faster. "Yes!" Opening her eyes to look down into her son's eyes as she nears orgasm, as she groans, "Oh, fucking, yes!"

Craig looks up at his mother looming down over him, bathed in the warm glow from the bed side lamp, softly lighting her face and breasts like in a vintage porn film from long ago; a classic aesthetic suited to a woman of her age.

Lucy stares down on her son's body, catching the soft glow of the bed side lamp to make every muscle pop out in her periphery as she casts her gaze over him completely. She marvels at the sight of his wonderfully sculpted and young body as she straddles her son.

Craig tenses his body up beneath his mother, and she asks, "You must be ready to come. Not yet. Hold it in. Come with me!... Ah!," and Lucy rolls her hips harder on her son and faster until suddenly she tenses up and barks breathily, "Now! Ugh!" A powerful orgasm spreads through Lucy's body, and, as soon as she can whilst savouring that feeling, she continues to ride as hard and fast as possible to help her son to his orgasm, and he fills her womb with a big load of cum.