CHAPTER 192: LOST CONTROL

Liam’s POV

Alice’s words sent a fresh surge of heat straight to my already-spent cock, making it twitch against Harper’s lips as she dutifully cleaned me.

But my gaze stayed locked on Alice, her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, the way her chest rose and fell with each greedy breath.

"You’re insatiable," I groaned, my voice rough.

She giggled, a wicked, throaty sound, and crawled up my body, her bare breasts dragging against my skin.

"Well, you better take good care of your horny little slut," she purred, standing up until her lips hovered just above mine. I could taste myself on her breath.

Her hand slid between us, fingers wrapping around my cock with practiced ease. I hissed as she stroked me, her grip firm, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head.

Harper chuckled against my thigh, her nails digging in as she watched her daughter work me with shameless hunger.

"You did really turn my sweet daughter into a total slut" she murmured, before dipping her head to drag her tongue along the base of my shaft. "You are such a stud!" Her warm breath brushed my balls.

Alice didn’t wait. With a filthy moan, she stepped closer, demanding a kiss. I responded quickly, enveloping her waist with my right arm and kissing her passionately.

At the same time Harper began sucking my cock with passion, making him regain his full hardness in an instant.

"Fuck..." I murmured. "Alice, show me your ass," I ordered.

She bent over pressing her body against the wall for support, and showing her ass in the best display she could

Sensually, she rocked her hips, calling out to me, her soaking wet pussy dripping with desire.

I couldn’t help it; I stepped forward and thrust my cock deep into her perverted cunt.

"Fuck! That feels so good!" she moaned, a little exaggeratedly.

"Hey! I should be the first to receive your cock!" Harper complained, pouting, as I continued to pound her daughter relentlessly.

I could only apologize, but at that moment, I couldn’t stop myself from fucking that wonderful pussy, which was completely swallowing my cock.

In less than ten minutes, Alice’s moans were already at their limit, loud, hoarse, uncontrolled.

I could feel her body contracting beneath mine, every muscle tensing as I brought her to another orgasm. Her legs trembled, but I didn’t let up.

I pulled her by the arms, holding her arched body as she struggled between pleasure and overload. She looked beautiful like this, completely surrendered, her lips parted, her eyes glazed with ecstasy.

And I continued.

I moved my hips like a beast, thrusting into her with a relentless rhythm, each thrust deeper, more dominant.

Alice could no longer form sentences properly, moaning in muffled grunts.

Meanwhile, Harper watched with one hand buried in her pussy and the other pinching her left nipple. She moaned desperately, watching her daughter reverse the roles from before.

I was bringing her to her third orgasm when I noticed the floor was wet.

I gave my girlfriend a little break, and my eyes landed on Harper, who groaned loudly as she reached her own climax.

It was then that my gaze turned to the source of the problem: we had completely forgotten about the bathtub. The water had already filled the bathroom a while ago and was now spilling all over the place.

"Shit," I muttered, pointing to the mess.

I left Alice with her mother and quickly ran to turn off the faucet. Luckily, the bathroom was huge, so the water hadn’t leaked into the bedroom.

"I guess we made a mess," Harper sighed softly. Then her eyes went to my dick. "This is all your fault for being too insatiable."

"Yeah," I sighed. "Can you two help me clean?"

"Of course not," Harper replied. "You’re not going to lift a finger; you’ll just watch us clean everything," she said in a sensual tone. "If you want, you can ask either one of us to come give you a blowjob."

I accepted the offer, but despite what she said, the scene itself wasn’t that sexy, mainly because they ended up cleaning everything surprisingly fast.

Afterward, we went to take another bath in the tub. This time we didn’t have sex as much; we just enjoyed the warmth of each other’s bodies.

It was around that time that my alarm went off, and I remembered that we still needed to go get dinner.

"How about we go in bikinis?" Alice suggested. "We can enjoy the pool after we eat. What do you think?"

"Sounds good," I agreed. "I want to see you both in bikinis."

"Actually, I didn’t bring a bikini," Harper commented, blushing with embarrassment.

"Seriously?" I asked, surprised.

"I’m sorry, I should have bought something sexy for you to see," she lamented, lowering her head to apologize to me.

"Oh! I can lend you one," Alice said. "I bought one that was way too big for me; it should fit you."

"Okay!" Harper agreed, and the two went to get changed.

Meanwhile, I had just finished emptying the bathtub, dried off, and went to shave. Or rather, to trim the sparse, humble patches of hair that had recently started to appear on my face.

With that done, I left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom, where I was met with a sensual scene.

Harper was standing in the middle of the room, struggling with the bikini Alice had lent her.

What was supposed to be a comfortable, sensual bikini looked more like a piece of elastic stretched to its limit. Her breasts were practically spilling out of the fabric, her nipples threatening to pop out with the slightest movement. The bottom, which was supposed to be a beach brief, looked more like an ambitious thong.

Harper was as red as a pepper, trying to pull the fabric up, to the sides, anywhere to cover more skin.

Alice, next to her, had a complicated expression, thinking about how the outfit had been too big for her. Was the difference really that big?

"It’s because you don’t have these!" Harper grunted, holding her own breasts and covering herself.

I, of course, was admiring the view without looking away for a second. Besides, why would I be embarrassed?

"You know you were naked just a few seconds ago."

"Yes, but I don’t want you to notice how fat I am compared to my daughter..." she said in an insecure tone.

If Alice was insecure about her lack of curves, Harper’s thought that the bikini wouldn’t fit was just more proof that she was a fat older woman who was past her prime in terms of looks.

I laughed softly at the scene.

"That’s definitely not the problem," my perverted gaze fixed on her sensual tits. "You just have much bigger curves."

"And you obviously love those curves," Alice pouted, staring at my dick, which was fiercely getting hard.

Harper, noticing this, gave me a perverted look and seemed to finally lose her pointless insecurity.

"You like seeing me like this?" She twirled a little, showing off her curves that were being squeezed by the piece of clothing.

My dick pulsed once more in a clear response.

"Anyway, dinner is going to be over soon; we have to go!" Alice complained.

"I can’t go like this; I have to change. Only Liam can see me like this," Harper said, and then a perverted smile appeared on her lips.

"Actually," she began, "you should go get food for us. You already stole my turn before, so why don’t you let me take care of our man who got excited after seeing me."

She got on her knees and sensually crawled close to my dick.

Then, with a look full of desire, she rubbed her face against my dick like a cat begging for attention.

"You want to fuck these big tits, don’t you?" she said in a sensual tone.

"Fine, whatever!" Alice complained but agreed to go.