Chapter 2: Trifecta and Turbulence

“Really, you can’t get it because of your blood. And you can make this other guy well?” she asked.

“That is the theory. And only a theory, hence I’m a Guinea pig.” I said.

I could see her mind turning, “So you kidding me? You gave me some of that same antibody protection?”

“In theory, but only minuscule amounts that likely won’t do anything.” I corrected.

“And your cum it has even more than you’re blood?”

“It wasn’t tested but if it’s like other antibodies once per ounce yes it has more,” I said.

“And if I swallow it, I would get those antibodies?” She asked.

“Yes, but again they likely wouldn’t help if you were exposed.”

“But they wouldn’t hurt either, would they? And there is always the possibility no matter how small it would help.”

Thinking I’d get a blow job out of it I said, “Yes. But again not likely.”

“Cumming in my pussy would that increase them even more?” she asked, and I liked where it was going.

“Possibly, but like an STD it would be more likely if there was some vaginal tearing or small cuts or abrasions due to vigorous intercourse,” I stated. I realized, it took the hypothetical to its furthest point.

“Good, then I need you to fuck me. And fuck me hard,” she said unabashedly. I noticed also it was the first time she’d used the word fuck.

“Seriously, I don’t think it’ll reduce your chances of getting it. You have a better chance of winning the lottery than having my semen add protection.”

“But people do win the lottery,” she said snuggling up to me again. My cock turned to granite. It was, now, a foregone conclusion, I’d screw the goddess in my arms. Then it hit me I’d end up part of the mile-high club as well.

Her kisses became more intense as she rolled me over pressing her mons down on my cock. She slid her slippery lube-filled pussy slit along my rod, coating it from the slit in its head it the hairs at its base. She repeated the action a second time, the whole time she moaned.

I thought I was the one hitting the lottery. Her sensual body writhed on mine, scraping her nipples against mine. I held onto the baby smooth curve of her ass. My fingers went down into her crack and transition to her thighs. Her gyrations slowed at the squeeze of her ass. What I didn’t expect was her suddenly getting up. Parted from me she took all her radiant heat with her. “I need you to do something first.”

She got up, throwing her blouse on with only one button done and her skirt with only the top clasp secured. She left me with no further information on what it was I’d do. I thought it’d be strange if she was going for a condom. She seemed determined my cum should be in her for its possible medicinal value. I lay on the converted seat and over the engine noise, I thought I heard Nilla talking with Astrid. I couldn’t imagine what she’d talk to her daughter about. After all, her clothes were in such a state that questions would be asked. And, the young girl was happily watching her personal screen.

I figured I’d imagined them talking. What teen seeing their mother walking around with their clothes suddenly disheveled on an airplane would think it was normal. Only after Nilla had returned with Astrid did I know they’d been talking. I was shocked when she said, “You have to put your sperm in Astrid first, then you can do me.”

“What?” I was totally confused.

“How will he do that?” Astrid asked; her whole face suddenly blushed and filled with shock. “Why would he do that?” was the next question out of the teen’s mouth. Quickly followed by “Why would I let him do that?”

Nilla seemed oblivious to what she suggested was odd at best. Her next statement reinforced my opinion. “He’ll to put his penis in your vagina and squirt it there. It’s is for your own good. He has lots of antibodies to Covid-19 and you need them. It’s as close to a vaccine as we can get right now. And lastly, you’ll let him because I said so.”

“You mean have sex with him?” Astrid asked her mom with a look of disbelief.

“Whoa, slow down,” I said, wondering what Nilla was thinking. I was thrilled at the thought of sex with her. And, screwing her daughter would be a thrill of a lifetime, considering how hot she was. The fact she was a virgin and likely her pussy never had anything up, but her slender fingers or maybe a hairbrush handle was the icing on the cake. But ‘A’ she was a minor and ‘B’ she was a virgin. Despite the icing, I believed she should be deflowered by some boy, her own age, in the back of a car somewhere. The way my girlfriend and I lost our virginities. And ‘C’ she was a minor. “I could go to jail for that. Plus she doesn’t appear to want to have sex with me. So I could go to jail for that, also. And as I’ve said, everything I discussed with you is theorized not proven. And even then, it only has the slimmest of chances of helping.”

“Yes, Astrid you are going to have sex with him.” Nilla stressed the ‘are’. “You are old enough to have it. And it could help prevent you from getting the virus that’d be bad with your asthma. So a little pain now is worth it. It won’t hurt for long. And I can tell you John will be a better lover than some hot horny teen from your school. And your first time should be with someone that knows what they are doing.”

“But Mom,” Astrid whined.

“But Mom, what?” Nilla glared at her daughter’s defiance with an even harder resolve.

Meekly Astrid said barely over the sounds of the engines, “I’ve never kissed a boy. Or had anything in me down there. What if I do it wrong?”

“You won’t, John will see to that.” Nilla stated. She acted like just because she’d be there with me, Astrid would be good at sex. Or I’d teach her to be good. Then in passing, she asked a strange question, “You’ve been taking the vitamin for your asthma, haven’t you?”

“No, I left them at the first hotel. But I haven’t had even a slight problem so I don’t think I need them anymore.” Astrid said.

It looked like Nilla did some quick math in her head. She shook her head at the girl’s answer. “You should be fine. Girls rarely have a problem after their first time.”

It was then I knew what the vitamin really was. Nilla had been giving her daughter birth control pills under the guise of vitamins. Though from the sounds of it, Astrid would have taken them for a medical reason as well. Many teen girls regulate their periods with them more than as a contraceptive. You’d have to have sex to need them for that. I recovered my wits thinking about Astrid’s medical need for the pill. Medicine always brought me back to the land of reality. “They do a lot more than parents would like to admit. And I’m not having sex with your daughter.”

“Sure you will,” Nilla seemed suddenly very confident in herself. All men like young sexy bodies. They all want to be the first to plow the field as it were. And you don’t have to hide your desires from the girl’s parents. You’re being given permission to engage your biological desires with her.” Nilla when to her daughter and started undoing the girl’s blouse.

Astrid grabbed her Mom’s wrists after she’d gotten one button undone. “Mom,” she whined again. Nilla looked sternly at her daughter. It was the look of try and stop me again and you’ll be picking yourself up off the ground. Astrid’s petite hands released her Mom’s wrist.

Nilla quickly finished opening her daughter’s blouse fully pushing it off the teen. Astrid’s blush covered her chest and face in a bright red. The red turned deep crimson when the hook in the front was undone and the bra followed the silk blouse. Nilla cupped the smallish breasts that were just out of a training bra. The little better than petite navel orange halves stuck to her chest with pointy marshmallows on top. She stroked her thumbs over the beyond embarrassed girl’s nipples. I thought the Astrid would crumple under the weight of the embarrassment. It only got worse when Nilla pointed out, “Don’t they look so sexy and pert. It makes you just want to suck on them. Doesn’t it?”

I wanted to say, “No, I don’t,” but my cock would’ve betrayed that was a lie. Instead, I stayed silent thinking Nilla would come to her senses and let her daughter go back to her programs. Thinking I couldn’t handle this level of crazy, I stood up and started looking for my shorts even though my cock bounced stiffly in front of me. Astrid’s mom grabbed the back of my hand and put it where her hand had been seconds before. She had me give the tit a gentle squeeze, pressing on my hand’s backside. On my own, I swiped the puffy areolas and nipple out of habit. The teen shivered at the tender touch. The shiver didn’t end and became the tremble of anticipation, excitement. or terror.

Realizing what I’d done I pulled my hand back from the firm hot flesh. “Where are my shorts?” I asked myself looking around on the floor.

“You don’t need them.” Nilla commented and put my hand back on her daughter’s breast. She again had my hand squeezing the tiny mound. “Can’t you feel how they want to be kissed and sucked?”

It was Astrid’s turn to jump back like a snake from what wrapped her bared breast. Nilla calmly raised up the girl’s embarrassed downturned head by its chin, saying to her, “It’s ok. He won’t bite.” She looked at me then back to her daughter, “That is a different kind of sex you aren’t ready for. And John won’t perform the bites that hurt, but will do the ones you’ll love.”

Trying to again pull my extended arm from Nilla’s grasp I said, “No, I won’t be biting her in any way. Just like I won’t be sucking on her tits either.”

“Oh, will you stop?” She stated. “You know deep down you want to and in the end will. But maybe you should start with a simple kiss on the lips. You can do that.”

“No ... I’ll be doing no kissing, sucking, or fucking of Astrid.” I stated emphatically.

“Then when we land I’ll just have to tell them you forced yourself on me.” She said confident she’d be believed.

“But I didn’t,” I said. I didn’t fight against the hand putting mine on the trembling girl’s tit as much.

“But they will think you did.” Nilla stated. “And then you will be in real trouble. Instead of the trouble, you think you’ll be in for giving my daughter your semen.”

“But they won’t believe you,” I pleaded. “They can’t”

Astrid had been watching our back and forth and said bashfully, “They will believe her. She...”

Nilla broke in stopping Astrid, “is a diplomat of the highest standard.” Pushing inward on both mine and Astrid’s backs, she forced contact between our chests. “Start with a little kiss” She then put her daughter’s hand on the back of my neck and my other hand in the same location on Astrid. “Now just a little kiss.”

Astrid was shaking like a leaf as she puckered her lips, her eyes closed tightly and her breathing stopped. I wondered how I could get out of the whole situation. I really wanted to fuck Nilla but she was quickly losing her desirability. And though I hated myself for it, her daughter’s desirability was increasing. Astrid remained prepared for my lips on hers. Nilla made Astrid’s anticipated action occur. She put her hands on both our backs pushing us together harder and held us that way.

Astrid’s puffed nipples were squashed down into my chest in our new positions. They felt hot, making round spots of incredible softness with a tiny circle of hard flesh in the centers. “Now, John.” came from Nilla.

I gave in to the shocking demands of the stunning blonde mother. I tilted my head down and with equally unsophisticated pucker putting my lips on hers. Astrid’s eyes popped open when my lips touched hers. Quickly, I removed my lips from the teen with a smack you’d hear kissing your grandmother. The shiny lip gloss was transferred to my lips as was the strawberry taste. Her chest heaved pressing her tits into me more, as she started breathing again. “My lips kind of tingle.”

Nilla stared at me. Her glare said she was very unhappy with my kiss of her daughter. “When he does it right, you’ll tingle all over. Won’t she?” the question was directed at me.

“You mean we didn’t do it right?” She asked her Mom. I couldn’t help but wonder if this girl had been living under a rock, she was so naive. If she had seen any porn at all, she’d have known we hadn’t kissed the way lovers do.

“No, you did it fine. John, I’m sure was warming up.” Nilla assured her half-dressed teen. “Pull him in closer it will help.” She again pushed on our backs before stepping back letting her daughter follow her instructions. Astrid did as instructed and wrapped her arm around my chest pulling me into her. Most of her flat stomach meshed with mine while a bit of her midriff was pressed into my exposed hard cock. The mushroomed head like her tits, deformed under the pressure of another person’s tight muscles, though not nearly as much.

Astrid jumped back a little looking down at my solid cock. Nilla spoke up, “See what you do to him. They only get that way when a guy wants you.” The basic level sex talk had me again wonder. What kind of cult was Nilla in? She hadn’t even explained the basics of sex to a girl, Astrid’s age. Most girls would’ve known instantly what a hard-on was and what caused them. Nilla pushed only on her daughter’s back, “It’s OK to continue.”

Astrid’s thin yet strong arms hugged me tighter. Her breast flattened out more feeling firm yet pliable and so marvelous pressed to me. She again closed her eyes and tilted her head towards me and repeated the same ridiculously inept pucker. I pressed my lips to the overly glossed lips a second time.

The strawberry taste was impossible to miss while I left my lips on hers. I held the kiss longer than I had the first one. The slick gloss smeared over my lips as I lightly slid my lips slightly on hers. Her little girl-type pucker continued unyielding while I kissed her. Nilla was the one to respond first when I broke off the kiss, “See my princess, it probably already feels better.”

“Yes, I like the way John’s lips feel,” she answered her mother before looking at me.

Nilla would let my education of her daughter continue, I said to Astrid, “Sweety, relax your lips for a second. Let them feel mine, not all scrunched up and hard.” Astrid questioningly focused on me then Nilla, who only nodded her agreement with my comment. She hugged me tightly again and pursed her lips for another kiss. It wasn’t until she realized I wouldn’t kiss her when she made her lips so preformed, that she relaxed them. I then put my lips to hers. Her lips remained closed while we kissed but had a deliciously soft quality to them this time.

My lips slid on a layer of strawberry gloss, while Astrid’s hand for the first time left where her mother had put it. She slid it and her fingers up through my hair, though not apply in any more pressure on the back of my head. Slowly I put more pressure on the teen’s red lips capturing the fronts of them between mine. The grab my lips would’ve had on her mother’s lips wasn’t there with Astrid’s slick make-up. From the looks of the girl’s fresh face, it was the only type of makeup her parent’s turned a blind eye to.

I made do, letting my tongue tip swipe across her thin lips. My tongue was slowly coated in the girly make-up, it removed. I felt the trembles of her whole body increase from her lips’ tantalized cleaning. We began kissing more like grown-ups. My tongue tip’s pressure along her lips gently trying to gain access to her mouth, encouraged her tongue tip to whisk out of her mouth and touch mine. She did this multiple times while I held my lips to hers.

The tongue’s touch to mine each time caused a little “Mmm” to emanate from her, and her hand pressed harder on the back of my head. The tips flicked and darted over each other, as she learned of the pleasure the simple action could bring. In time, she parted her lips more welcoming my tongue into her cavity. There, our tongues romped and played together, swapping spit which tasted a bit of strawberries. Soon she was mashing our lips together slightly harder than I would’ve liked but not so over the top as to be unwarranted. The pressure came with her tongue’s willingness to enter my mouth, gliding over my teeth and testing the smoothness of the cavern’s roof.

Some innate knowledge of sex finally emerged. Astrid’s hand that had been between my shoulder blades pressing us together, slid down my spine. Her palm rode along the curve of my ass fingertips barely dipped into my crack. Her hand didn’t stop until it was cupping the underside of my ass cheek pulling her pelvis into mine.

I followed suit though I had both hands free to trace along the outside of her. I was measuring and memorizing every slight curve of her nubile body. At the start of what would be fabulously curved hips one day, I slid my hand down around her skirt-covered ass. The bubble roundness felt spectacular in my cupped palms, which also pulled our groins together.

Breathing heavily Astrid pulled back from my lips. “Oh, you are making me tingle all over.” From the corner of my eye, I saw a smile cross Nilla’s face. I’d done what she’d wanted and Astrid was reaping the rewards.

A second later Astrid was again plying her lips to mine, most of the strawberry gloss a memory. And despite the girl’s age, I got harder from the knowledge I was training the girl. She’d already learned much in the ways of kissing. And, it had awakened her instinctual sex drive. What I hadn’t expected was my hands being moved up off the firm skirt-covered butt cheeks. They weren’t moved by Astrid, but by Nilla.

I thought Astrid’s mom had come to her senses. Now that, she’d seen her daughter make out with someone old enough to be her father. If, I’d met her mom when I was seventeen. To teach Nilla a lesson, I didn’t stop my tongue-dance with Astrid. I slid my lifted hand between us and cupped Astrid’s tit. The tiny round hunk of flesh didn’t even fill my hand. Still, I involuntarily swiped its nipple with my thumb.

Shortly after that, a moan passed into my mouth. I realized I’d read the situation completely wrong. Nilla had Astrid’s skirt undone and pulled to her ankles. The shock of Nilla’s actions made me pause mid-kiss. It was the hard tug on the girl’s thong the floored me. The clips holding the lace covering in place over Astrid’s virgin slit and ass crack broke free. Yet, it left the delicate fabric unharmed. Astrid was left standing with her arms around me with nothing but the same band around her waist, Nilla had on.

In that moment, I accepted Nilla was serious and couldn’t change her mind about me fucking her daughter. I was only mildly disappointed, I wouldn’t have the joy of sliding the girl’s panties down over her honed thighs and shapely calves. I enjoyed that part of the foreplay immensely. In the past, it was the instant both me and my partner were confident within the next hour we would be joined as one. It was an unspoken agreement in the actions to come.

Astrid started quaking more intensely due to her new attire. She too must have understood, her time as a virgin was rapidly coming to an end. Yet her desire once again pressed our pelvises together. This time the length of my firm cock was pressed fully onto her mons. She too had short down-like curly hair that pressed on my cock. And though I hadn’t seen it, I assumed like her mother it was a golden blonde. A meek squeak sounded when she felt the full length of my rod against her.

Breaking her mouth from mine after the full length of my cock had pressed against her for a couple of seconds she turned to Nilla. Who was sitting watching us intently. Pleadingly she airily asked, “Mom?” The question was evident though not said. ‘Do I have to put his cock in me?’

Nilla without hesitation answered her daughter’s question. “You’ll be fine. John’s just getting started. He’ll go slow. And show you the basics of how fabulous sex can make you feel.” I found it funny how the teen’s mother was answering for me.

She nodded back to her mother, evidently her agreement for what was going to come. I on the other hand again voiced my opposition to Nilla’s plans for Astrid and me. “I don’t think we should do this. It isn’t going to help her in any appreciable way. All it’ll do is take Astrid’s virginity. And allay your fears.” I left off the possibility of pregnancy so as not to scare Astrid. If we were to go through with her mom’s crazy plan, I didn’t want the teen worrying about pregnancy the whole time. Instead, I wanted her to enjoy her first time, even though it wasn’t either of our ideas and would be done under duress.

Nilla didn’t try rebutting my argument. She instead said to Astrid, “There are times when you are in the mood for sex, and your partner isn’t. It likely won’t happen to you for years but best to learn now how to encourage him.” I wondered how many times Nilla would instruct Astrid while we were both naked and wrapped around each other. She came over, taking her daughter’s hand from my back directing it to my testicles. “Now cup his balls, gently roll them, and then lightly run a fingernail over them. From there go up his hard shaft.”

It was nice to know what was coming. Astrid did what she was told and exceeded my expectations of a novice. Her soft hand cradled my sac and her fingers instinctively rolled them. She did it so well a craps player would be jealous. While her mouth was sucking in my breath and sharing her saliva with me, a tingle started as the base of my sac. Up between my walnuts, the hard nail parted my pubes scraping the loose skin on the way to my hard shaft. The traveled path of her fingernail didn’t end until it passed through the ‘V’ of my cock head.

Nilla was right, the move removed my resistance. I debated throwing Astrid down on the converted seat and pounding her virginal cunt with my hard-on. But I didn’t want to spoil such a prize with spunk until I’d tasted its bouquet. To that end, I started planning the path to her pussy. Jumping straight to the girl’s twat had the hallmarks of a horny teenage boy that wasn’t afraid to eat a girl. I never had that affliction. Though in high school, I knew many guys that swore they’d never stick their tongues in a pussy hole. I always swore I would in any of the girls they refused to, and would throw in their assholes when necessary.

Without her mom’s encouragement, Astrid began massaging my testicles. Her finger slipped over my perineum and pressed on my wrinkled brown hole, while the rest of her fingers rolled my nuts. She pressed on my hole the whole time my nuts were in her palm. She removed the finger, running it up my pole once again. Nilla again weighed in, “That’s good princess, now you should entice him more with your tits. Gently guide him to them. I guarantee he will suck and nibble on their nipples. Then your pussy tingle like never before.”

Astrid didn’t acknowledge her mother’s directions. She was too busy breathing heavily and wrapping her hand around my cock. The way her hand moved along my dick, it was like she was measuring my organ, determining if it would fit in her vagina. Having heard Nilla’s instructions to Astrid, I started moving toward the mounds budding from her chest. My hands that’d stroked the backside of her inner thighs and up to her firm asscheeks left their current domain. I directed fingertips buried in the fissure between the round orbs to her tits.

Over her slightly rounded hips she giggled through her panting, when I tickled her stomach, rimming her belly button with my fingertip. My lips traversed up and down her neck. The skin along her neck was taut yet gave in to my lips pull. Her head tilted slightly in an offer of her neck. I sucked and nibbled the nubile flesh, enjoying every minute of it. She had a sweet-salty taste to her, that piqued my curiosity. If her neck was that delicious, what would her pussy be like? Her mom had tasted fantastic if her mini-me likeness pass on to her pussy she’d be surreal.

Her hands lost contact with my dick when I crouched down licking the satiny flesh of her upper chest. She’d evidently listened to her mother. While measuring my dick, she dragged my face quickly to her tit by the fists full of hair she’d grabbed. I flicked the puffy rose cone with my tongue tip. Astrid immediately gasped, squeaking out, “Mom.”

“See honey it goes straight to your pussy ... the tingles.” Nilla said, watching our progression.

I thought it was odd how involved Nilla was in her daughter’s first time with a man. I wondered if she’d have been as interested if I was some sixteen-year-old guy getting into her pants. Astrid for her part didn’t seem to mind the constant instructions and commentary. I hoped she’d found our interlude up to that point pleasurable. But, I wondered how she could amidst her Mom’s constant talking.

Astrid’s groaned deeply, her tit forced further into my mouth by hands on the back of my head. It made me think she didn’t just find it pleasurable but basked in the new sensations. I sucked hard on the puffed nipple and small hemisphere she’d put between my lips. I slurped up the saliva as it bathed the future teardrop. My rough taste buds scrubbed the firm orb’s smooth skin as I bathed it. I scraped my teeth lightly over the delicate spit-soaked skin up to the puffy cone. The center nipple, atop the cone, I bit harder. Astrid moaned, “Gawd it feels so good.” My tongue twirled the hard erasure topping the puffy cone between my teeth Her second puffed cone was rolled between my thumb and finger. Her legs got wobbly as I extracted her ability to stand through her pink nipples.

Swinging her around I gently lowered her to the flattened seat. She laid back on the seat with my mouth attached to her breast. I held my weight off her and sucked first one then the other nipple. Astrid’s head pitched first one way then the other while I flicked the nubs. She moaned gasping deeply as morsels of her teased developing mammaries were ringed. My tongue and lips weren’t all that inflamed her. My hands continually moved over the hard body she maintained and up her slender neck. Every part of her face was investigated. And, my fingers found their way between her lips, pulling on her cheeks as I not so carefully stroked their insides.

I gave her nipple one last kiss before my lips headed down over her body. Astrid’s flush skin was hot under my barrage of kisses. A line of saliva was left on her reddened skin from her cleavage to her navel. She again giggled and squirmed when my tongue’s tip tickled her. The heavy gasps and groans gave the giggles an unnatural tone. They only became more pronounced as I rimmed the oval indention. Over the vestige impression, I ran the flat of my tongue before filling it with the tip, keeping her caught between two sensations.

Astrid’s immediate reaction was her stomach’s undulations and quakes. Her hands stopped their frenetic stroking of my shoulders and back, going to my head. I think something evolutionary told her to push me down instead of pulling me up. I knelt in front of her spreading her legs, her inner thighs pressing on the sides of my chest as I kissed a line down her flat midriff. Once my lips were to her neat curly blonde hairs she squealed, “Mom, what’s he doing? What should I do?”

“Enjoy it,” Nilla stated and said nothing more to her daughter about it. I couldn’t believe any fourteen-year-old girl hadn’t at least heard of getting eaten. I imagined it was the urban legend told in whispers like ghost stories when girls Astrid’s age had sleepovers. If I had to guess, at the more adventurous teen and pre-teen girl get-togethers, after talking about cunnilingus, in whispers, and with giggles, they’d try some version of it with each other. If not that, they’d at least play with each other’s pussies.

Nilla’s comment, “Enjoy it,” was another in a line of indications, she wanted my dick in her daughter’s pussy spewing cum. There was no other reason for my eating her daughter. An orgasm would lubricate her daughter’s passage in preparation for my cock. And the euphoria would lessen Astrid’s apprehension about her pussy being filled with a cock after the initial wave of pain hit. The filling her daughter with my cum, though was hard to explain. While it had antibodies, most likely wouldn’t help her daughter not get sick. It must have been so Astrid experiences all the sensations of fucking. I couldn’t imagine anything that’d simulate the feeling of cum coating the inside of the girl’s virgin cavern. Except actually cumming in the teen.

The whole thought process convinced me Covid-19 protection was a second thought. Mainly I was to be a way of having Astrid lose her virginity and be exposed to the different parts of sex. And Astrid, who had obviously been overly sheltered from it, definitely needed the exposure. Though I considered fucking her well past the exposure she needed. But I had no good choice. I didn’t like the idea of having to explain myself once we landed if I didn’t do what Nilla wanted. And doing what she wanted me to do was not something I’d normally consider. But the idea was growing on me.

Stealing my resolve one last time, I stroked the back of Astrid’s thighs. One at a time, I put her calves on my back while the crook in the back of her knees hung on my shoulders. With Astrid positioned I began my pleasurable work. The aroma coming from her overheated pussy floated into my nostrils and filled my nasal passages with her heavenly scent. Gently, I pulled apart her gooey pussy lips coated in her lube. As with her mother, it was much more whitish than clear. And the lube came out from between her lightly-haired pussy lips in copious amounts. It had the same stringy quality as her mom, which is when I hit me. The two were likely synced up. While I was no gynecologist, I’d a rotation in that department and knew what a fertile women’s lubrication looked like. And what I saw was if she wasn’t releasing an egg at that moment I would’ve been surprised.