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Deva Cassel had a lot to live up to, because she was the 16-year-old daughter of world famous, drop-dead gorgeous, 56-year-old, Italian actress Monica Bellucci. Deva was already off to a flying start, having inherited her mother’s exotic looks: flawless olive skin, natural raven hair, dark eyes, sharp features, and a pair of luscious full lips. It was plain to see why she had already been a model since she was 13, just like Monica.
Unlike her mother, Deva hadn’t shown much interest in acting yet. However, she did enjoy watching her mother’s old work, often together with her mother. Because Monica didn’t shy away from doing nudity, Deva got to see her mother naked a lot. It often led to long conversations about nudity and sex. The two of them were incredibly close and shared everything with each other, including difficult things like the reason her parents got divorced.
One time, Deva and Monica watched Wild Blood, or as it’s called in Italian: Sanguepazzo. The movie itself was nothing special, but one scene that stood out in particular to Deva was a scene involving Monica cuddling and kissing a younger woman. It was the first time Deva saw her mother do something like that with another woman. It sparked a curiosity within the girl.
“Did it feel good to kiss a girl?” Deva asked.
“Yes, very good. A girl’s lips feel incredibly soft. It feels quite different from kissing a boy. Have you kissed a girl before?”
“No, but I think I want to try it now.”
“You should try everything in life at least once.”
“Everything?” As Deva asked, Monica could see her daughter’s beautiful eyes looking down at her lips with a curiosity that was nothing short of taboo.
“Everything,” Monica said firmly, knowing full well what Deva’s intentions were.
Deva began leaning in. She actually expected her mother to stop her, but Monica didn’t. Their lips met. Deva immediately felt how impossibly soft her mother’s lips were. Of course, being Italian, she had kissed her mother many times before, but never like this. This wasn’t an innocent good night kiss. There was nothing innocent about this kiss, especially when Monica began vigorously reciprocating her daughter’s kiss. For several minutes, mother and daughters kissed without pause.
With a loud, wet smack, their lips parted from each other. Monica looked at her 16-year-old daughter with an affectionate smile. She brushed a hand through the girl’s long, dark hair. Deva meanwhile had a massive grin on her face.
“That… was amazing!” Deva exclaimed excitedly.
“Indeed. You’re quite a good kisser.”
Deva blushed. Even though it felt wrong to have her own mother compliment her on her kissing skills, it also meant a lot to her because of how experienced her mother was. Deva wanted to kiss her again, but this time Monica did stop her.
“You should find some girls your own age to kiss,” Monica said.
“But they won’t be as experienced as you, mom.”
“Then you’ll just have to teach them how to be just as great at kissing as you are.”
Monica gave Deva a quick kiss on the lips, then got up and left. Deva let out a deep sigh. She looked down and saw how her hard nipples were almost poking holes through her tight little crop top. Making out with her mother had left her hormone-filled, adolescent body all hot and bothered. She knew there was only one way to solve this.
As soon as Deva entered her room she unceremoniously threw her crop top off, freeing her young, perky tits. She grabbed a hold of them and took her hard nipples between her thumb and index finger. While fondling her own bare chest, she fell with her back onto her bed. Deva closed her eyes and recalled the incredible feeling of her mother’s lips. The girl felt herself getting wet, and decided to strip herself of her skin tight jeans, before she’d make a stain. After peeling the skin tight denim off, revealing her long, shapely legs, the 16-year-old was only wearing a black thong and nothing else.
Deva arched her back and moaned loudly as she shoved a hand inside her thong and began touching her clit. “Oh mom!” she caught herself moaning out loud, but she couldn’t stop. Her young mind became flooded with images of all the nude scenes and sex scenes she had seen her mother perform. With her mother’s busty, mature body on her mind, Deva plunched two fingers into her wet pussy. She found the most sensitive spot within and eagerly touched it. “Oh yes! Mom! Ungh! Mom! MOM!”
Suddenly, Deva felt a warm hand caressing her arm. She opened her eyes and was shocked to find Monica sitting on the edge of the bed.
“M-Mom? I-I-I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, honey.” Monica leaned down and planted a kiss on her daughter’s full lips. Deva couldn’t help but moan into her mother’s mouth because of how turned on she was. Monica then climbed onto the bed and lay down beside Deva. “Go on,” Monica said softly, “enjoy yourself.” Deva’s jaw dropped when she saw her mother opening her silk bathrobe, revealing her nude body. Despite being 56, she still had a body that would make women 20 years younger than her jealous.
While watching her teenage daughter masturbate, Monica put a hand between her own legs and began touching herself as well. With her other hand she felt up her daughter’s chest. Deva shivered in excitement at the soft, deliberate touch of an experienced woman like her mother. Monica made her little girl moan in pleasure, and that was before she took things even further by taking her daughter’s hard nipples in her mouth.
“Oh fuck! Mom! You’re gonna make me cum!”
“That’s it, baby. Cum for mommy.”
“Oh my—Yes! Yes! YES!”
Deva let out a shriek and her entire body began convulsing violently. Thanks to her mother, the 16-year-old had a mind-blowing orgasm. Seeing her daughter reach her climax, sent Monica over the edge as well. For several minutes, both of them lay there, completely overwhelmed by pure ecstasy.
Once Deva recovered a little from the amazing orgasm, she looked over to her mother and giggled.
“Thanks mom. That was incredible. I’ve never… come like that.”
“I’m glad you liked it, honey. I liked it a lot too, but we can’t do this again.” Monica got up and closed her bathrobe.
“What? Why not?” Deva asked while her mother walked over to the door.
“Because we’ve tempted faith enough. I’m still your mother. Go find some girls your own age.”
Before Deva could object, Monica left the room. Deva let out a frustrated yell.