Chapter 10
It was a quirk of fate, mere coincidence, a confluence of two lives that should not have entwined at this exact moment in time. Weren't there enough moments when mother and daughter could look into one another's eyes and share silly insignificant little secrets?
But this moment was quite different. It was modern, and it, too, had a secret to tell, one that Anna was sure she had not meant to share with Marsha,-at least not this day. But fate had meant it otherwise, and their eyes met across an expanse of carpeted hallway, through a door too carelessly allowed to swing wider open than was necessary, across a chasm of startled recognition and reaction.
Anna was busy hunching on Karl's throbbing cock, her tits dancing with her exuberance. When her eyes met Marsha's, when the instant of recognition gripped her, she lost her rhythm, drove down at an awkward angle, heard the "oomph" of pain as Karl's prong was shoved down at an impossible angle, slipped out of her cunt and was trapped between his pelvic bone and the hard bones of her ass.
"OHMIGOD!" she yelled hoarsely, hoping that her daughter would vanish. But Marsha still stood, a stunned expression on her face, the brow wrinkled, her mouth set at an odd angle, caught somewhere between shock and lust.
Marsha stood frozen, and watched the door snatched closed by Al, and though he was jerking it closed as fast as he could after his own moment of surprise at seeing his niece, it was still in slow motion to Marsha. Her imagination stretched the figure of her mother until she was a stick-thin creature, out of some fairy tale, and therefore not real, nor her actions real, as though by that vision she could deny to her young mind the knowledge that her mother was-could she say it?-fucking someone besides her father. It was a staggering realization, and Marsha felt it all too keenly.
Al stood mute, his eyes searching hers, trying to gauge the degree and quality of the shock on Marsha. It was important to him that he not say the wrong thing, that he pick and choose his words carefully.
"It's silly, when I've seen it as plain as day, but that's my mother in there, isn't it, Uncle Al?"
Marsha's eyes bored into him, waiting for the denial. Al knew that was what she expected, and for a split second, he had almost acted in the expected way.
But then he caught himself.
"Yes, it is," he answered, his voice steady. His eyes looked straight into Marsha's, and did not yield a bit to her cold steely look.
Marsha tried to stop the pounding of her heart. A huge savage hand seemed to have a grip on her chest, squeezing her remorselessly; she strained to breathe. She felt like rushing across the hallway and pounding her fists into Al's chest. But that was a child's response, and she liked to think that she could look at this like an adult.
Is what I planned to do with him any different than my mother? Marsha asked herself. For the little girl in her, the answer was no, but that they were both bad. For a world of women's liberation, the answer was also no, but that they were both good.
"Al, I'd like to talk to my mother. I don't want to spoil her fun. Do you think I could?"
Al smiled.
"I was watching you. You're two different people, Marsha. One of you is a little girl, who thought I was the bogey man. The other is a woman, who reasoned out her ideas about this. Yes, you can see your mother. And your friend's welcome, too."
Marsha frowned, but Al moved closer to her.
"Don't worry hon. I've got someone who'll keep him occupied." Al bent low and whispered in her ear, "Listen, Hon, I know he's your man, but from that look on his face, he'll blow his nuts before he even gets his dick in you. Why don't you let Jean in here give him a little snatch, and then he'll be ready for you?"
"Okay, but no head, because I don't think he's ever had his cock sucked, and I want to be the first."
"It'll be hard, but I'll tell Jean. What's his name?" Marsha told him. Al turned and boomed, "Come on in, Jack, have we got a surprise for you." * * * Anna was sitting in the bedroom when Marsha entered. She had sped out of the room, tears welling in her eyes. The shock of finding herself staring in her daughter's eyes had terribly unnerved her. She had thrown herself on the bed and sobbed uncontrollably for several minutes.
Finally she got a firm grip on herself, shushed her crying, and tried to assess the situation in a state of mind different from the first flush of mock shame.
She was beginning to see things differently when Marsha stepped through the door.
She gasped. Her daughter was the last person she had expected to see. And here she sat, naked, still flushed with the heat of her fucking, her cunt still juicy from being reamed by Karl's huge prick.
"Hello, Mom."
Anna fought off the urge to avert her eyes. I'm beginning to understand how I feel about what I've been doing here today. I must not be ashamed, she told herself, gazing into the baby-blue eyes of her daughter.
"Hello, dear, it was certainly a surprise to see. You like I did," she said, with only the barest of quivers in her voice.
Marsha grinned.
"Surprised me too, you were really fucking the hell out of him. I'm sorry I interrupted you," Marsha said solicitously. She was fiddling with her purse while she spoke. Her eyes explored her mother's body.
Mother's nipples are broader than mine, she noted. The areolas are so much bigger. Why, they almost cover the tips of her tits.
As she thought to herself about the relative sizes of their boobs, Marsha could feel her nipples rising against the fabric of her blouse. And the first nip of heat touched the cuntal crease between her tightly clenched thighs.
"Karl does have a wonderful cock. He's already pronged me through one climax, and I was on the verge of a second when I spotted you, unfortunate, too. I can't think of anything more wonderful than having a man bring you to climax."
"Unless it's a woman," blurted Marsha before she thought. Her mind had gone back to Elisabeth and Vicki. That, too, had been a wonderful experience.
"What was that, dear?" asked her mother.
Marsha gulped. "I said, unless it's a woman. Just a thought, you know, sometimes funny ideas pop into your head."
"I suppose so." Anna lay back on the bed, her head resting on the ample pillows, so that she could watch her daughter. Quite innocently, she let her legs spread open naturally, and exposed the hairy snatch between her legs.
Marsha drew a sharp breath. The heat in her cunt was increasing, and she had to fight back the impulse to caress her erect titties through her blouse.
"You know, I'm glad to see you getting some good fucking. I guess you and Dad have had your problems, haven't you?"
Jeez, Mom, your cunt sure looks good, she thought. I wouldn't mind sampling a bit of it.
"Well, sometimes your father won't fuck. For weeks at a time, I mean. And you see, honey, I'm still young. And I like my pussy filled with hot male meat. You can understand that, can't you?"
Anna had let one hand fall between her legs and was absentmindedly fingering the outer lips of her pussy. Her finger traced the length of her gaping slit, and Marsha's eyes watched every movement that the finger made.
"I sure can, Mom. I got my first taste of dick this week, and I'm just crazy about it."
Her mother had laid her head back and closed her eyes. She wasn't paying much attention to anything but her finger, which had dipped ever so slightly into her puffy gash and was teasing her erect clitoris.
"Umm-hmm," Anna said in response, not at all certain what she was agreeing to. Something about cock, she thought, but urgent messages from her warming cunt had blocked her attention to her daughter's words.
Marsha stared at the deep well of pussy lying spread and inviting on the bed. She could see her mother's finger disappearing into the juicy cunt, as each thrust went just a little deeper than the last into the wet warmth of female flesh.
I'd sure like to eat her pussy. I could lick all those juices dribbling out of it right now.
Then the thought hit Marsha.
That's my mother there, and here I want to lap her cunt! But I can't help it. I've got to be honest with myself. I'd like to be jabbing my tongue up her pussy hole right now.
Anna was oblivious to the discomfort her daughter was going through. She was not aware that her finger-fucking was making her daughter's cunt steam with desire. Marsha's panties were soaking with the hot juices lubricating the puffy cunt lips. Her hand found the hem of her skirt and rubbed along her thigh until she touched the damp crotch of her panties. Then she pulled the elastic away from her crotch and let her finger slip into her twat.
Her finger sought her straining clit and pummeled it several times, until she moaned loudly from the intense pressure welling up in her. It was becoming apparent that it was going to take something more than her finger to help her find relief.
She stared at the exquisite pussy of her mother and made her decision: She wanted to taste her mother's cunt.
"I know a better way to stimulate yourself, mother."
Anna opened her eyes. They were glazed with the heat that had spread over her from her horny cunt.
"Oh, dear, I'm sorry. I almost forgot you were there."
Well, I haven't forgotten you were there, not with that cunt staring me in the face.
"What were you saying about a better way, dear?"
Marsha licked her lips.
"I know a way that's more exciting than finger-fucking," she said, even while her own finger was working away inside her twat.
Anna, too, had noticed that one of Marsha's hands was busy inside her panties.
"You have, dear?" she murmured. "Do you mean one of those hard dicks in the other room? I couldn't agree with you more."
"I'm not talking about a man, Mom."
Anna lifted her eyebrows in surprise. "And what might that be?"
"Why don't I show you?" Marsha was really steaming now. Her finger-fucking had only served to accentuate the need she felt. Her throat was dry and constricted, and her tongue kept flicking out and tracing her lovely lips.
"That'll be fine, dear. What did you have in mind?"
Marsha began to unbutton her blouse.
"I'll have to get undressed to show you. Besides, I think I'll be more comfortable that way, since you're already nude." She stripped her blouse from her, letting her boobs tumble free.
"My goodness, Marsha, you're already aroused!
Whatever caused that?" Her mother was staring at her daughter's tits, at the hard, pointed nipples, at the purplish-red hickies that her son Robbie had planted all over them.
"You, Mom, you've got a beautiful body and I think your pussy is lovely." She slipped her skirt to the floor, and kicked off her sandals.
"Why, thank you, dear. I see that someone must've really had a good time sucking on your titties. I'll bet you got a kick out of that, too," Anna remarked, staring at her daughter while she undressed. She was proud to see how well-developed her child was, how her tits were firm, her belly flat, her thighs slim and trim, without any excess fat.
"I sure did," Marsha said as she eased her panties over her hips, and down her long slim legs.
Anna chuckled. "That's the second patch of blond hair I've seen today. You and Karl make a matching pair."
"We'll have to see sometime," Marsha said, "just how well we match up. That is, how well we fit together."
"You better have an elastic pussy, then, dear," said Anna, "because he's really hung."
Marsha moved towards the bed.
"So I noticed when I came in."
Then she was on the bed beside her mother. She reached out one hand and stroked one of her mother's jugs, letting her youthful fingers trace across Anna's nipples.
"That was nice," her mother responded, reaching up to cup one of Marsha's taut titties. "Is this part of what you were talking about?"
"Uh-huh. Do you like it?" queried Marsha, hoping she would get an affirmative response. She knew that she liked having her mother knead her titties.
"Wonderful. But I assume there's more to it than this, right dear?" There was a mischievous glint to Anna's eyes that sent a shock wave of desire rippling across Marsha's belly.
"Much more," she murmured, and bent her head towards Anna.
Her mother turned her head to accept her kiss, and their lips met, communicating to each of them the rising desire that was gripping each of them. Anna opened her mouth at the first touch of her daughter's tongue, took it within her own, and sucked it with reckless abandon.
Then Marsha was atop her, their bodies molding themselves together, nipple to nipple, belly to belly, cunt mound to cunt mound. Anna reached back and took her daughter's ass in her hands, and squeezed the flesh. She let one finger slip into her daughter's virginal bung, and Marsha recoiled at first, shivering as she felt the touch of the finger in her shitter, driving her crotch forward in response. Anna sighed as she felt the pressure of the young cunt against hers, bowed her ass forward and slipped her ankles onto the small of Marsha's back.
"Fuck me, daughter. Ride me like a stallion rides a mare," she breathed into Marsha's ear, then swabbed the sensitive flesh with her hot tongue. She began to suck on the tender earlobe, and to hunch herself against her daughter.
Marsha was growing inflamed by the insistent finger in her ass, and gladly obliged her mother's urging.
The juice from the two fiery-hot cunts mingled as they locked themselves together, cunt to cunt. Anna spread her daughter's ass cheeks farther apart, and slipped a second finger into the tight brownie, and Marsha tightened her hips, locking the two fingers in her asshole.
"Oh, this is unbelievable! Oh, Mom. Mom, Mom, Mom!" she breathed, and with each repetition she hunched forward.
"Is this what you had in mind?" asked her mother, while she kept the twin digits jabbing into Marsha's asshole.
Marsha threw back her head, eyes closed, bucking her box against the woman who had conceived and nurtured her into life.
"No, but it'll do for a substitute."
The action of her cunt mound pressing against the cunt mound beneath her was sending shimmers of pleasure through her clitoris as the flesh above the clit was being rapidly pressed, rubbed, and massaged, by their fucking action. Coupled with the insistent prodding at her bunghole, she could feel the orgasm rising in her.
"I'm . . . COMIIING!" she squealed. "FINGER MY ASSHOLE, MOM!!"
Her mother did not stop; glad to know that she had so inflamed her young daughter.
"FUCK ME BACK, MOM! FUCK ME BACK! YES, LIKE THAAAAT!!" _ Anna drove her cunt up to her daughter's straining cunt, felt Marsha poise on the brink of orgasm, balanced like a tightrope walker, only to tumble finally over the edge.
"AIEEEE!! IT'S SO GOOOOD!!" she bellowed, and then collapsed in a heap atop her mother. "It's so good . . ." she whispered.
Through the haze of her climax, Marsha became dimly aware of the insistent hunching of her mother, which had not stopped when Marsha briefly lost control of her body. At the same moment, Marsha realized that she had not yet done what she had set out to do-taste her mother's twat.
"Thanks, Mom," she said, "but it's time for me to return the favor."
"I'd appreciate it, daughter. I'm really horny after all that hunching. God, my cunt feels as hot as a firecracker!"
Anna released her legs from Marsha's back, and as she did so, Marsha squirmed her way down her mother's body. She could feel the sweat that had gathered between their bodies, lubricating their wild humping.
Marsha stopped her wriggling as her mouth came into contact with her mother's tits, still hard with excitement. She sucked them fiercely, taking the nipples in her mouth one at a time, keeping her teeth back as she did so, so that only her lips and tongue came near them. She licked and sucked them, until they strained upward uncontrollably. Then she tried to take one of the boobs completely in her mouth, an impossible task since they were quite ample in size, but enjoyable not only to her but to her mother, who meowed like a satisfied cat after a hard fucking by an old tomcat.
Marsha's hungry mouth then sought Anna's belly, which quivered at the contact, sudden little movements as though the flesh was a tender jell. Breathless cries of excitement escaped Anna's lips as Marsha plied her tongue and mouth across her abdomen, darting briefly into the navel, licking it with her active tongue before placing her mouth completely over it and sucking upwards on it, so that the flesh rose and Anna felt that the tiny well of her navel was being pulled loose from her belly.
Then Marsha moved lower, skirted the curling auburn hair at the cunt mound, and expelled her hot breath onto the palpitating pussy.
Anna groaned as she felt it, placed her hands on her thighs and spread them wide, so her cunt gaped open wetly. She arched her back so that her ass lifted from the bed and wriggled from side to side in exasperated expectation.
Marsha slipped her hands under the arching butt cheeks, and dropped her eager lips to the slick pink slit.
"Ah, eat my cunt! Lap the juices all up, darling daughter! Make your mama feel just right."
Marsha licked the full length of the drenched gash, from the high mound where the pussy hair hung like a canopy over the inward turning flesh where the clit was only superficially protected, all the way down to the thin strip of flesh that separated pussy from asshole. She paused to tickle the puckered shitter with the busy tip of her hot tongue, then stiffened it and plunged it into Anna's yearning twat.
The swollen cunt lips took the brunt of the darting tongue, and managed to shield her pleasure button, much to the dismay of both participants. To alleviate the problem, Marsha took her fingers and delicately parted the puffy outer lips, swabbed the soft inner cunt lips, then repeated her earlier action with her stiffened tongue.
"Ah, there!" Anna said, and Marsha knew she had hit her pipping clit.
But she was not yet ready to mount a full-scale assault on the erect pleasure button.
She paused and nibbled a bit at the hair-fringed cunt lips, savoring the softness of them, licking them with a voracious appetite for the slick juice that had moistened them until they were as soft and pliant as flesh could be. She thoroughly reamed the inner walls of her mother's cunt, and sent her ass wriggling in spasms of ecstasy.
"My clit," Anna moaned, "Go to my clit! Suck it just like it was a hard cock!"
Marsha had never sucked a hard cock, but she knew exactly what her mother meant. She was glad that Anna liked getting her pussy eaten so much.
I don't blame you, Mom. I like having my cunt lapped, too. I wonder if I'm as tasty as this.
Taking firm hold of the ass cheeks in each hand, Marsha began to concentrate on the upright bump of flesh that made up Anna's clitoris. Thousands of tiny nerves, the most nerve endings for any part of the body, strained to receive the furious lapping being given the eager clit. Marsha held back nothing. Her tongue flicked rapidly across the passion flesh, like the fluttering of sparrow wings erotically beating the joy bump. Then using her thumbs to spread apart the cunt lips, Marsha sunk her mouth into the sex slit as deep as it would go, and took the throbbing clit in her lips, adding sucking to the lapping.
"Suck, dear! Eat your mother's hot snatch! Eat her pussy, baby!"
Marsha could tell by the squirming ass cheeks in her hands, by the difficulty of keeping her mouth situated on the pulsating hole, that it would not be long before her mother would buck herself through a wild climax. She continued to apply pressure to the joy button that was within her young lips, pulling on it as though she meant to tear it out by the roots from the fleshy interior of Anna's gushing snatch.
"Not long!" grunted Anna. "Lick it! Put your mouth deeper in my cunt! Put your whole goddamn face in my hole, but suck my cunt! Suck all the fuck juices! AHHHH, YES! NOW! NOW!!"
Anna gripped her daughter by the back of the head and literally tried to stuff all her face into her sex-hungry cunt.
"COMING! AHHH, COMIIING! SUCK! SUCK MEEEE OFF!!" bellowed the rolling and bucking mother, hunching against her daughter's face, bruising Marsha's lips as she crushed them against the hard cunt mound in an attempt to force the deepest possible penetration into her savagely aroused twat.
"Root me! Root me with your nose! Like a mother-fucking hog!" pleaded Anna as the second of a series of climaxes gripped her pussy, making her ass tightens while her cunt snapped as the inner muscles worked uncontrollably.
Marsha, answered her mother's plaintive wail to root her, stuck her nose into the upper portion of her juicing cunt, whiffed in the overpowering odor of her mother's orgasming pussy, felt her head reel from the strong smell, and then plunged forward as though she were plowing the deep, wet furrow. Her nose came into contact with the erect clitoris, and after several plunges into the damp snatch each time finding the tip of the joy button, Anna felt the third climax rip through her body.
"OH, FUUCCCKKK!!" she wailed, and then collapsed, drained of energy, feeling the blissful receding of the torturous waves of ecstatic, totally erotic pleasure. She was afloat on a sea of fuck juice, lying flat on her back spread eagled. She realized, as she opened her glazed eyes and looked into her daughter's face, that she had enjoyed her daughter's cunt-lapping as much as she would a man, maybe even more so. And to her surprise she had not missed not being pronged to ecstasy as much as she thought she would. Before, she had thought of cunt-lapping as a mere prelude to having a hard cock poked balls deep into her cunt to finish her off. Now she realized that it was a bonafide sexual experience, and could stand on its own merits, and not be always relegated to a subordinate or preliminary position.
She watched as Marsha finished licking her cunt, then lifted her head so that their eyes met.
"Come here and kiss me, again, dear. I want to taste my pussy on your lips and tongue," said Anna, opening her arms. Marsha slithered up to her, and pressed her bruised, wet lips to her mother.
Marsha stabbed her tongue deep into her mother's mouth, and Anna sucked her tongue with avid interest, letting the flavor of her cunt seep into her mouth as their saliva mixed during their torrid kissing. She knew that Marsha had gotten hot again, and thought fleetingly about asking her to bring her cunt up so that she might suck and lick her daughter to climax as it had been done for her. But the forceful lashing of her daughter's tongue inside her mouth told her that one of the long-dicked men out in the living room could better bring the young girl to a mind-bending fulfillment.
"Come on, Marsha. It's time you really got initiated. I know your cunt must be a volcano right now. I think you need a good solid fucking to ease your passion."
Her daughter smiled.
"I was silly to even think of condemning you, Mother," she said, holding herself close to her parent. She nuzzled the firm globes of Anna's boobs. "I'm glad we really got to know one another."
Anna patted her shoulder.
"Me, too, dear, now shall we go see those hard cocks?"
Marsha nodded. "You bet!"