Chapter 12
Linda yawned and stretched, pulling the blanket off to expose her perfectly formed breasts. A smile flitted across her face as she thought about Mark. She had been dating him for only a week but she felt sure that he liked her a great deal.
Not bad for a thirty-seven year old broad, she thought. He's sexy and smart and loaded. I'm not going to kid myself, either. If he didn't have a dime I don't think I'd bother. But I'm sick and tired of being poor, having to scrimp and scrape for every penny I get. It's not fair, hasn't been for the past thirteen years. But it looks like my luck is changing. And it's about time.
Her mind briefly went back over her past. She had grown up in poverty. Her father was a lazy bum who couldn't hold onto a job for more than a few weeks at a time. The only thing it seemed like he could do well was get her mother pregnant every year.
Linda's childhood had been glum but not desperate. Somehow the family had stayed together, in spite of the lack of money. During the depression everyone had had it tough. But growing up she had resented the life her parents had given her. More than anything else, she wanted to feel secure, to know there would always be enough to eat with money left over to have heat and light. She bitterly remembered the days spent huddled in bed with her brothers and sisters trying to keep warm.
Against all odds, she managed to finish high school and hold down a job looking after children after school. It was then that she realized that life could be sweet.
The people she worked for weren't rich, but to Linda they seemed like millionaires. They had a house and could afford to pay someone else for looking after their children. There was an abundance of food and the home was always warm and neat.
That the home was not happy was unimportant to Linda. The parents fought, the children were spoiled and constantly whining and fussing. But in view of the wonderful place, all the problems went unnoticed.
Linda was exceptionally pretty, with long blond hair and blue eyes. Her body was superb. Her breasts were large and firm, her legs long and slim, and all the boys in the neighborhood were after her. Whenever she walked down the street she heard the whispers following her.
"Hey, man, how'd you like to get into that quim? I'll bet she fucks as good as she looks." Hearing the comments, Linda raised her head high and walked on.
Knowing that the boys were only interested in fucking infuriated the girl. Filled with romantic ideas of love from books she had read, Linda knew that she was going to wait for something better.
She met Bob when she was nineteen. After high school she easily found a job that she enjoyed. The office was busy and filled with men who came and went, always stopping to admire the sexy looking blonde. Most of them were married and at the sight of a gold band Linda froze them out. She soon got the reputation of being a cold fish.
At her first sight of Bob, tall and handsome, Linda's blood quickened. As she sat at her desk, trying hard to concentrate on her work, her pussy quivered and squirmed with desire. She had never wanted a man more in her life.
As though she were sending messages across the room, Bob's eyes kept going back to her. He took in her pretty face and lovely body at a glance. He was accustomed to pretty girls, but there was just something about Linda that kept drawing his eyes to her.
He took her to lunch the next day. The girl was so nervous that she could hardly speak. Then, aware of her strange silence, words tumbled out of her mouth.
"I love my job and animals. I always wanted a dog, a furry little puppy. But of course I couldn't have one. Do you want a dog?"
"I have one."
"Oh, what kind? Tell me all about him, please. I just love dogs. What kind is it?"
"Just a mutt. Why don't you come up to my place and see him? He's very friendly and all. I'm sure he would like you."
"Oh, that would be nice."
"Fine. Come tonight. If you aren't doing anything, we'll go out to dinner and then see my dog. How about it?"
"Sure. I'd like that."
Linda spent the entire afternoon at work thinking about Bob and hoping she hadn't acted like an idiot. Oh, she thought, I hope he likes me. H's so nice, and such a gentleman. Not at all like anyone I've ever known before. He dresses well. I wonder if he's rich. Oh, I don't care. I think I love him anyway.
A girl with more experience would have recognized Bob's invitation to his apartment for the come-on that it was. But Linda, blinded by his nice clothes and good manners thought of him as her own Prince Charming.
After a romantic, candlelit dinner, Bob took the girl home. Linda was enchanted by the dog and played with him while Bob watched impatiently.
"I'd better let him out for a while. Would you like a drink?"
"Okay. He's such a nice dog. I like him a lot."
After giving her a strong screwdriver, he sat down next to her and pulled her over. She tensed up at first and then relaxed, moving close to him. His body was hard and warm. Linda felt safe there. He stroked her soft hair and murmured sweet words in her ear, blowing gently into it as he did.
Linda squirmed again, as more dampness filled her cunt. She looked up at him and their lips met for a long, searching kiss. Bob's arms went around her, drawing her close. She could feel her heart beating fast, as though it was about to jump out of her body.
He kissed her again, this time letting his tongue probe her mouth and slide into it. Mouths opened, he sucked her tongue into his own as their bodies melted together.
As they kissed once more, Bob's hands were all over her, touching places that she had never let anyone else near. His hands caressed the firmness of her breasts, drawing her nipples out until they were taut. When he began to undress her, Linda was frightened but powerless to resist the demands of her love starved body.
"Oh, Bob, I love you so much. That's why I'm letting you do this. You do love me, don't you?"
"Sure, baby. Sure I love you. You're beautiful." As he absentmindedly reassured her, his hands were busy unfastening her bra. At the sight of her twin cones, tipped off with her bright red, distended nipples, he felt something akin to love.
His head lowered down to her tits and he sucked on them, first one and then the other. As he sucked on her nipples, his tongue whipped across them, driving her to new heights of excitement.
He quickly pulled off the rest of her clothes and gazed at her nude body. "You're beautiful, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." His hands caressed her, touching every part of her. Finally they found their way down to her cunt.
By then, the girl was panting and gasping as the blood ran through her veins. Her pussy was on fire. As his hands came closer, she opened her legs, letting his fingers inside.
He could feel the heat as his hand covered her gash. Her clit was throbbing hard. He took it between his fingers and rolled the love-button around. By the wetness that was soaking his hand, he knew that she was ready. His long prick was hard and aching to get inside the wetness of her body. He let go of her juicy cunt and climbed on top of her.
"Oh, Bob, I'm a little scared. But I love you. You won't hurt me, will you?"
"Hurt you?" Until that moment, the thought that Linda might be a virgin hadn't crossed his mind. "Why should it hurt you?"
"I don't know. I've never done it before and I've heard it hurts. But I don't care. I want you to."
Bob looked down at her with awe. He had never fucked a virgin before and he felt a little worried. But her cunt was wet and his cock was throbbing. He entered her slowly and felt her new, fresh tightness. The girl flinched and then relaxed, letting his prick fill her body.
He started slowly, letting his cock run in and out of her slit gently. As he continued fucking her, he felt her loosen up. A look at her face quenched any further doubts. He had never seen a girl looking so happy to be fucked.
As soon as Linda got used to feeling his hard staff inside her, she loved it. It was warm and hard and felt wonderful. She lay still at first, just letting his prick run in and out of her. But as his intensity increased she started to move underneath him, to meet his thrusts with one of her own. Vaguely she wondered how long it was going to last and wished that it might keep up forever.
He moved inside her, twisting and turning and rotating his body so that his prick could feel every bit of her soft cunt. His strokes were harder and faster, building towards his climax. With a few more quick thrusts he came, filling her slit with his jism.
Linda felt the hot creamy liquid pouring out of his body into hers and gave a short scream. As soon as it flooded her she felt her cunt start to move, to vibrate and squeeze and hold. It drove her wild and her long nails raked Bob's back. She couldn't control herself—her cunt was moving and there was no way to stop it even if she had wanted to. She felt as though she had completely given herself to Bob, body and soul. It was a wonderful feeling for her.
As soon as she got home and into her own bed, she started to wonder just what she had done. Without Bob's magic presence she began to have doubts about their affair. She kept telling herself over and over again that Bob did love her and they would be married soon. With that in mind, she fell asleep.
Linda was lucky for a while. Because she had been a virgin, Bob grew attached to her. He taught her everything he knew about sex and found her a willing and eager pupil. Whenever the subject of marriage came up he tried to change it. After a few quick caresses, Linda forgot all about it and concentrated on the pleasures at hand. But one night matters came to a head.
"Bob, you do want to marry me, don't you?"
"Sure baby. One of these days we'll tie the knot."
"Which day? Honey, can't we set a date now? I'm getting sick of sneaking around like this. Every time I come home they give me funny looks. I want to live with you and be your wife. I just can't go on like this anymore."
"Linda, I just don't know. Marriage, well, it makes me nervous. My parents had it bad. They were always fighting and both of them were miserable. I don't know if I'm ready yet."
"You don't know? But we've been going together for almost a year. I don't understand. You've had enough time to decide. I'm just sick of all this. When are we getting married?"
"I'll think about it and let you know."
"You'll think about it?" Linda was half yelling and half crying by then. "All right, think about it. And if you ever make up your mind you know where to find me." Sobbing, she ran out of Bob's apartment. He proposed a week later.
"Linda, I just can't get along without you. I love you so let's get married. But I don't want a big fuss. Just a quiet thing with you and me."
"All right. Oh, Bob, I'm so happy." She collapsed into his waiting arms. As he held her tight, she could feel his cock swelling. She took it in her hand and played with it as his hand crept underneath her skirt and inside her panties. They ran for the bed, not even bothering to undress.
The first year of their marriage was idyllic. As soon as they got home from work they made love. Temporarily satisfied, they had a late dinner and went back to bed. On weekends, unless they had something special planned they never got dressed at all.
Linda was happy and secure. Every day she became more beautiful. She started to think about quitting work and having a baby.
"A baby!" Bob roared. "What the hell do we need with that?"
"I just thought ... "
"Look, we have a good thing going with the two of us. Why spoil it?"
"But a baby wouldn't spoil anything."
"The hell it wouldn't. Late night feedings and messy diapers. Forget it, okay? At least for a while."
"All right. We can wait a while." Even though Linda had agreed, she knew what she wanted. She became careless with her diaphragm, knowing that in the heat of passion Bob wouldn't think about it.
Several months later she became pregnant. Linda was overjoyed and hoped that after Bob got used to the idea he would be happy too.
"You're what? Oh, shit, how the hell did that happen?"
"I don't know. But as long as it's coming, try to be happy about it. I am."
"I know you are. You wanted it and you're having it. Oh, hell."
Realizing that it would take Bob some time to get used to the idea, Linda kissed him, running her tongue inside his mouth. His cock was hard in a minute and they ran into the bedroom. As he worked his prick in and out of her, he tried to imagine having a baby around. He decided that it shouldn't make too much difference.
Janet was a fussy, colicky baby. It seemed to her parents that she cried all day and all night. Every time Bob climbed on top of Linda the baby would start to scream and Linda would rush to see what was wrong.
"You don't give a damn about me anymore, do you? Everything is Janet, Janet, Janet. I'm sick of this. It was your idea to have her so you can take care of her. I'm leaving."
Linda looked up to find Bob gone. She didn't worry at first, thinking that he would come back as soon as he cooled off. But Bob didn't come back. After that night she never saw him again. When she knew he wasn't coming back she decided that she would never trust anyone again as long as she lived.
She received alimony and child support but it didn't go very far. Once again she had to scrimp and struggle to make ends meet.
She tried to forget Bob. What she couldn't forget was the feel of arms around her, holding her tight. And the memory of a stiff prick thrusting into her cunt stayed with her for a long time. Her body ached for a lover but her mind kept telling her that men were all evil.
The years passed quietly with Janet until she met Mark. He was extremely wealthy, intelligent, and good-looking. If there was something about him that seemed off key, Linda pushed it to the back of her mind. She decided to hook him if she possibly could. She knew that even if it didn't work out there would be a great deal of alimony involved. Mark had been married five times before and each ex-wife had received one million dollars.
She thought that Mark and Janet got along very well. Janet was fourteen and beginning to blossom into a woman. She was shorter than her mother but her breasts were larger. She was just starting to date and Linda worked hard making her pretty dresses.
"Janet, do you like Mark?" her mother asked.
"He's all right, I guess. He gives me the creeps sometimes."
"Why?"
"The way he looks at me. And at you."
"How do you mean? I've never noticed anything."
"I don't know, exactly. Just kind of like he's planning something that isn't too nice."
"I really don't know what you mean. What kind of thing?"
"Oh, I don't know. Forget it. It's nothing. Has he popped the question yet?"
"No. How would you feel about having him for a stepfather?"
"He's really loaded, isn't he?"
"Yes, but that's not ... "
"Oh, mother, don't kid me. I'm not a child anymore. Yes, that's why. You want to be rich. All right, I'll level with you. I'd like it too. In fact, I'd be willing to do just about anything. So don't worry. I'd love it if you would marry him."
A few days later Mark invited Linda and Janet to his beach cottage for the weekend. When they got there, they both looked around and began to laugh. They had expected a cottage, not a mansion. The house sat on the ocean surrounded by palm trees and exotic flowers. Mark showed them to their suite and told them that dinner would be ready in a few minutes.
"Gosh, Mom, I wonder just how many rooms this place has. Do you think it would be right to ask?"
"I suppose so. Maybe he'll give us a tour."
"I hope so."
After dinner, and an extensive tour of the eighteen-room house, Janet went back to her room, leaving her mother alone with Mark.
"Linda, I like you very much. Do you like me?"
"Oh, yes, very much. In fact, oh, never mind."
"What, darling? Say whatever you were thinking in that lovely head of yours."
"I think I'm beginning to fall in love with you. Isn't that silly? A grown woman like me feeling like a teen-ager with a crush." After saying this, Linda looked into his eyes. She wanted to know what kind of an impression she had made.
"Why Linda, that's one of the nicest things I've ever heard. Although to be honest, I always have to wonder just how much a woman means a thing like that. There are so many who only think about my money."
"Yes, I'm sure there must be. Do you know what though? I think I would feel the same way about you if you didn't have any at all. You're so nice and considerate. Bringing us up here for a weekend was marvelous of you."
"Tell me, my dear, do you consider sex to be very important in marriage?"
Linda thought for a minute. One of the things that she had found strange about Mark was that he hadn't tried anything at all. She wondered briefly if he might have some problem.
"I don't know, Mark. I'm sure it isn't half as important as love and getting along well. Do you? Think it's important, I mean?"
"In a way. I don't personally enjoy it very much but I do like to watch other people having a good time. If an arrangement like that could be worked out it would suit me very well."
"I don't understand. You mean have your wife let other men screw her?"
"Other men wouldn't be necessary. You have a lovely young daughter, just at the beginning of puberty, I would judge. If you two could come to some kind of agreement ... if you see what I mean."
"You mean have Janet get fucked? Look, I don't think ... "
"No, not at all. I don't want any other men around. I meant that if you and Janet enjoyed each other, that would be keeping it all in the family. What do you think?"
Linda was about to tell him that she thought he was crazy when the memory of all his money came back. Would it be worth it? she wondered. Yes. If I could get Janet to go along with it. After we're married we wouldn't have to keep it up. But just a few times, to prove that we were willing.
"Mark, I don't know what to say. You mean that if Janet and I were lovers or whatever you call it you would be happy married to me?"
"Yes, darling, more than happy. If you would do that for me I would be the happiest man alive."
"Mark, I'm willing. I love you so much that I would do anything for you. But I don't know if Janet would ever agree. It goes against anything she's ever been taught."
"You ask her. Maybe she will. If she does, we can have a trial run tomorrow. And if she doesn't, well you can finish out your weekend here. See what she says."
"All right. I think I'll go and ask her now, before she goes to bed."
"Goodnight, my darling."
"Goodnight."
As Linda rushed upstairs, she concentrated on how she would convince her daughter.
"You're back early. Did you have a good time?"
"In a way. Janet, the man is crazy." After telling the girl everything that had happened, she looked at her, waiting for an answer.
"Sure. Why not? It's not like it would hurt or anything. Tell him I want to make him happy too, just like a good daughter should."
And so the next day Mark led them into a large room equipped with nothing but an enormous bed. He sat in a chair nearby and waited.
Linda took Janet in her arms and kissed her, slipping her tongue inside the girl's mouth. At the same time, she started undressing the girl. At the sight of her daughter's voluptuous body, Linda found herself becoming aroused. She fondled the girl's breasts and sucked on them until her nipples were hard. Then she opened her legs and played with her pussy. Her daughter was soft and wet. Linda stripped her clothes off slowly as Janet watched.
The two of them fell back on the bed in an embrace, rubbing their bare breasts together. Their hands were busy in each others' cunts, fingering and probing.
Linda freed herself and told Janet to lay back. She spread the girl's legs out wide and put her head in between them. Janet's pussy tasted sweet and felt warm. She licked off all the dew, licking faster and faster to keep up with the sweet juice that was pouring out. Janet gave a sigh, and wrapped her legs around her mother's shoulders, holding her head down tight inside her cunt.
Linda's tongue was busy, licking Janet's throbbing clit. Then she slipped it inside the girl's tight hole and worked it in and out. She licked and tongued and sucked until Janet's pussy was bright red with excitement. As her tongue flicked over the girl's hole once more, she felt it quiver and suck her down as though the cunt was filled with quicksand. She felt her daughter coming fast as she buried her face in the open crotch.
After Janet came, she went down on her mother. At the first touch of her tongue, Linda went into a frenzy. She came again and again while Janet worked her tongue in and out as fast as a snake. Exhausted, the two, mother and daughter, fell back on the bed. When they looked up, Mark had gone. He had left in the beginning of the performance. As soon as they were dressed, the chauffeur took them home.
The next day Linda received a note from Mark, along with a check for one thousand dollars.
"Linda," the note read, "Enclosed is a check for your performance. Any woman who would do that with her daughter must be after only one thing—money. So here is a little. Sincerely, Mark."
"Oh, Janet, I don't know what to do. That bastard. I'm sorry." With tears in her eyes, Linda looked up at her daughter who was standing next to her.
"Mother, it's all right. At least we got a thousand. Don't worry." Janet held her mother tight as excitement began to fill them both. "Besides, I enjoyed what we did. So we learned something, didn't we?"
The above case was quite unusual. Both the mother and daughter had home backgrounds which provided a good setting for eventual lesbian behavior. But without Mark, who acted as a catalyst, it is reasonable to assume that incest would never have become a way of life for them.