Chapter 9
As she walked up to the old house, Honey wondered how her mother would greet her.
She had rehearsed her explanation and apology for hours. Now, if only her mother would give her the chance to express her feelings.
"Mom, I love you," she would say, simply and honestly. "Just because I didn't turn out to be a lesbian doesn't mean I'm not your daughter. Mom, I've got to be me. Can't you love me anyway?"
The porch was dark as Honey scaled its steps.
Maybe there was nobody home, she thought. That would give her an excuse to put off the difficult task she had chosen for herself.
"No, you've got to go through with it!" Honey snapped aloud to herself. "At least give it a try."
But when she reached the door, Honey could not bring herself to ring the buzzer. Instead, she peeked through the window, still tempting herself with the possibility that the house was empty.
Nothing stirred inside. There was no evidence that anyone was home.
Honey started to leave, but her guilty conscience wouldn't let her step from the porch.
She lectured herself that there was nothing to be afraid of. She would force herself to go inside and wait for her mother.
The door was unlocked. As Honey stepped into the familiar living room she felt a rush of belonging. It was good to be home.
In a wave of sentiment, Honey decided to go upstairs and take a look at her old room. She was in for a shocking disappointment.
As Honey stood in the doorway and gazed inside, she hardly recognized her bedroom. Everything had been changed. All the girlish touches were gone.
It was clear a man was using it. The evidence was all there. Work clothes carelessly strewn about; cigar butts in the ashtray; a girlie calendar on the wall with darts sticking into the model's spread crotch.
"She replaced me with a boarder," Honey hissed with distaste. "She turned my room over to a complete stranger-for money."
In a fit of anger, Honey wished her mother were standing here. What she wouldn't give to tell the bitch what she thought of her.
Suddenly it seemed as if Honey might have that chance. The low moan that curled around the corner from her mother's bedroom signaled that she wasn't in the house alone after all.
Irresistibly drawn, Honey followed the prolonged female murmur to its source. She got as far as a half-open doorway and then froze, not even breathing. Watching.
It was her mother, all right.
Mrs. Wilde was flat on her back, a pillow under her ass. Someone had their face between her spread legs, eating her pussy, while their hands clawed her jiggling tits.
At first Honey had no clue who was sucking her mother's cunt. Given her mother's lust for her own sex, Honey assumed it was another woman, but she had no idea what she looked like since her face was buried in pussy and a sheet concealed her body.
But then Honey's mother removed the sheet covering her lover. Her fingers reached for the crotch of the person eating her twat. What they grabbed was not another pussy.
To Honey's astonishment, her mother had an angry red hard-on in her grip. She was stroking the stiff cock so eagerly that she was almost on the verge of jacking it off.
"Give me a sixty-nine, lover," Mrs. Wilde groaned to her pussy-lapping partner. "I want to suck your prick while you eat out my cunt. Why should you have all the fun?"
"Oh, my God, she's making it with the boarder," Honey gasped under her breath. "I can't believe it."
She had to, though. Because unless she was dreaming, and she had already pinched herself more than once, her eyes didn't lie. The consenting adults she was watching were definitely flesh and blood, male and female.
"Mmmmm, that's better," Mrs. Wilde sighed around a mouthful of throbbing cock. "God, you don't know how I've missed the taste of a man's prick all these years."
Then she stopped talking and started sucking. Honey had never seen a better blow-job by the most experienced whore. Including herself.
"Oooooh, Mama, you're too much," the man moaned in Mrs. Wilde's crotch. "In fifteen years I never met anyone who gives head as good as you do. I was a fool to leave."
His final sentences registered immediately with Honey. Her mother knew this man from before. Suddenly Honey realized she was watching a secret chapter from her mother's past unfold. Fascination quickly replaced shock and anger.
"Going to come in my mouth?" Mrs. Wilde asked her cunt-licking lover.
"You better believe it," he answered with a mouthful of pussy. "Want it now?"
"Ahhh, you could always turn the cum on like a faucet," Honey's mother sighed, then sealed her lips around the cock-head in her mouth and waited for the eruption.
"My balls are boiling," the man gasped. "This is gonna be the hottest load of jizz you ever swallowed, Mama."
His groin lurched, jamming his big prick down Mrs. Wilde's throat. As his balls jumped in their sac, his cum gushed forth, swelling her cheeks.
Mrs. Wilde drank it all. She sat up after her cum-feast with a big grin, smacking her lips, leaving no doubt that she loved it.
"It's hard to believe you've been a dyke all these years after a blow-job like that," her lover laughed.
"A women never forgets how to suck her man's cock," Mrs. Wilde replied. Then she lightened up and added, "Believe me, I ought to know. I sure as hell tried to forget. God, how I tried."
When her mother said this, Honey thought back to that night the two of them had fucked and sucked in a lesbian frenzy. It was hard to believe that she was looking at the same woman who had made such a good case that men were totally unnecessary.
"I know you've already come in my mouth, but I feel like having my pussy fucked," Honey's mother said, opening her legs in her lover's face.
The man's cock had softened after the blow-job. However, when its owner got a good look at the blonde cunt spread before him, the revived prick twanged into instant stiffness.
"You're as horny as a boy, Art," Mrs. Wilde cooed with delight. "You always could get it up for me, no matter what. No matter how many other women you were fucking on the side."
"I always come back to you," Art quickly replied. "Even if it takes fifteen years.
Art? Honey ran his name over in her mind. Why, she wondered, was it so familiar. She didn't know anybody named Art. Or did she? Was some mental block trying to keep her from remembering?
"Okay," Art said to Honey's mother as he knelt between her spread legs with his rigid dick in his hand. "If you want my cock in your cunt, you've got it. I've always said, no matter where I went, Dolly Wilde's got the tightest pussy this stud's ever fucked."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Dolly Wilde answered with a twitch of her cunt. "Now stop slinging the bull and fuck me until I scream."
"If I know you, the only screaming you'll be doing is for more," Art laughed, then stabbed his cock into the waiting pussy of Honey's spread-eagled mother.
"Ooooh, your cock is so big," Dolly Wilde moaned with pleasure. "Ram it in me! Fuck me hard!"
Art began moving his hips, drilling his prick to the depths of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, thrusting her crotch against his, shoving back as good as she gave.
Honey had watched people fuck before, but never had it excited her so. The damp ache in her cunt didn't lie. She was hopelessly turned-on by what she saw.
Without even realizing it, Honey pulled up the front of her skirt and slipped her hand under the elastic of her panties. Throbbing with warmth, her pussy greeted her fingertips, seeming to suck them inside its moist gash.
As she watched her mother and her lover fuck, Honey finger-fucked her twat. Orgasm came easily, and then stayed, begging Honey not to take her fingers out of her wet cunt.
In the meantime, Honey's mother was climaxing, too. A big dick in her tight pussy was all Dolly Wilde needed to make the orgasms she had achieved as a lesbian seem like pin-pricks.
'I'm coming so hard," she told Art as he fucked her. "Your cock in my cunt is like coming home again. Please, don't ever leave me again."
"I won't," Art promised, running his hands over her big tits. "Never, baby. I want to die fucking you."
"Make that a suicide pact, stud," Dolly Wilde responded.
Then the talking stopped, replaced by the animalistic grunts and groans of a man and woman fucking. As Dolly Wilde stuck her long legs straight up in the air, Art neared the finish line.
"I'm going to come!" he gasped.
"Oh, God, give it to me!" Honey's mother screamed. "Give me your hot cum in my cunt!"
"Oh, Mama, will I!" Art panted, then gritted his teeth and let his spurting dick do his talking for him.
"Mmmmmm," Dolly Wilde sighed as her pussy flooded with thick jizz. "There's so much ... soo much cum."
"Your tight cunt brings out the best in a man," Art told her, squeezing off a final blast of cock-juice. "It always did."
"The bigger the cock, the tighter the cunt," Honey's mother said. "A woman doesn't deserve any special credit for bringing out the best in the best men. She can't help it."
Finished being fucked, Dolly Wilde transferred Art's spent prick from her sopping pussy to her mouth and sucked off the last few drops of jism. Dangling over the edge of the bed now, her legs were spread, giving her cum-choked twat a chance to drain.
From where she was standing, Honey had a perfect view of her mother's just-fucked cunt. As she watched the fresh jizz drool from her mother's open gash, Honey felt the lips of her pussy pucker with a thirst for cum.
"God, I want it," Honey murmured as she rubbed her wet cunt with one hand and tugged at her panties with the other.
Honey's clothes seemed to be strangling her. She yearned to get naked.
Her damp panties fell to the floor. Honey hurriedly removed her skirt and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I want it, I want it, I want it," she whispered as she stripped. "I want a big cock in my cunt. I want to fuck."
Naked, Honey ran her hands all over herself, making her pussy tingle. Then, aching with horniness, she lifted a tit to her mouth and tongued her pink nipple into red hardness.
Too turned-on to be careful, Honey allowed her moaning to grow louder. Although her naked body was concealed from Art and her mother by the partially closed door, the sounds of her desire were filtering into the bedroom with increasing clarity.
"Art, what's that funny noise?" Dolly Wilde said to her lover.
"Yeah, I hear it, too," he answered. "It's coming from the hall. Sounds like something's dying."
When she realized her mother was walking toward the door, Honey knew that she had only a split-second to run or she would be discovered. Scoopng up her clothing, she eyed the escape route of the stairs.
But when Honey tried to flee, her legs locked at the knees. Not only couldn't she run, she couldn't move.
Dolly Wilde found her daughter waiting like a statue just outside the door. As the older woman circled around the naked, glassy-eyed girl, her surprise changed of anger, then to disgust.
"You spying slut!" She slashed with her words as viciously as she slapped her daughter's face with her hand. "I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again."
"I missed you," Honey sobbed.
"Looks like that's not all you missed," Mrs. Wilde sneered, staring with contempt at her daughter's messy cunt. "You animal!"
"Hey, what the hell's going on?" Art called from the bedroom. "Who are you talking to out there?"
"Uh, nobody," Mrs. Wilde stammered, then lied: "It's just a neighbor girl. I've had trouble with her before."
"You mean she's a peeping Tom? A girl?" An answered, starting for the door. "Far out. Let me get a look at the little cunt."
"What's going on?" Honey whispered in bewilderment.
"Shut up," her mother hissed under her breath. "I have my reasons for not letting him know who you are."
"Who is he?" Honey asked.
"None of your damn business," her mother answered out of the side of her mouth, then turned toward the advancing Art.
"Show her to me," he eagerly said.
Dolly Wilde led him out into the hall. When he saw Honey, Art's cock twanged out in front of him in an instant hard-on, "Uh, I'll send her home," Dolly Wilde said nervously.
"No, no, I've got a better idea," Art said. "Let's teach the little bitch a lesson she'll never forget."
"What?" Honey and her mother gulped at the same time.
"We know that she gets off watching people fuck," Art said straight at Honey. "Well, maybe it's time she did more than just watch."
"Are you going to fuck me?" Honey asked breathlessly her cunt on fire.
"What do you think?" Art leered, stroking his long cock.
All at once, Honey stopped thinking as desire destroyed her reason. Throwing her naked body against Art's, she trapped his thick prick between her thighs and rubbed her hot pussy against it.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Honey whispered passionately in the ear of her mother's lover. "Take me to bed and fuck my cunt with your big, strong cock. I want a man so bad."
Gripping the cheeks of Honey's ass, Art lifted her into the air and carried her with her legs straddling his hairy torso. In the bedroom, he spread her out on the bed and gazed hungrily at her cunt before swinging into action.
Forgotten, Dolly Wilde remained in the hall. She was crying.
"I should have known this would happen," she sobbed.
Then, still unnoticed, Honey's mother broke down, sinking to her knees. Her burden was crushing.
"I've got to tell them," she wept. "There's no other way."
Somehow, Honey's mother got the strength to climb to her feet. Then, wincing with sadness, she limped into the bedroom.
Art and Honey were already fucking when Dolly Wilde entered the room. They ignored her as Honey clenched her legs around Art's waist while his thick cock filled her twat.
"Oh, baby, your pussy's so tight. So fucking tight," Art groaned with his face between Honey's tits.
"God, your prick feels so good in my cunt," Honey answered. "Fuck me harder, harder!"
Standing ignored in the shadows, Honey's mother was tempted by an urge to forget about everything except what felt good and just jump in and start fucking and sucking with Art and Honey. But she would not let herself give in. The stakes were too high.
"Give me some cum!" Honey squealed. "Fill my pussy with your hot, sweet jizz!"
Art moved his cock faster and faster in Honey's cunt, turning on the friction. Then, with a final thrust of his prick, he pulled the cheeks of his ass together and bucked his crotch.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he gasped. "I can't stop."
"You're telling me," Honey moaned as her pussy swelled with hot jism.
Honey's mother told herself she had seen enough, but when she tried to turn away it was impossible. Her eyes would not close, either. She had to watch.
When Art withdrew his prick, Honey's open twat oozed with Jism. She put her hands in the well of her thighs, pulling her scummy pussy-lips apart so that strands of cum sagged between them.
"How do you like my cunt now?" Honey asked.
"Any pussy is improved by a load of my jizz," Art cracked.
"Then why don't you eat me out?" Honey teased. "Or is whipped cream too rich for you?"
"Oh, no," Art laughed. "I'm not gonna lap up my own cum. No way."
"But it's good enough for me?" Honey smirked.
"Ahh, gotcha there!" Art whooped. "You haven't swallowed any of my cum yet."
"Well, why don't you just fuck me in the mouth with that big prick of yours and see how much jizz I can drink," Honey purred.
"Cute," Art said with a shake of his head. "I think I've just been tricked into a blow-job."
Honey's face was already in his lap, her lips nuzzling his fuck-softened cock. Then the head was in her mouth and she was sucking and tonguing, building a hard-on from scratch.
"Oh, baby, eat me raw!" Art gasped with renewed arousal. "Suck my prick!"
Honey's lips slurped forward as Art's turned-on cock grew in her mouth. She had just one last chance to speak before there was so much dick down her throat the words would be crushed.
"Fuck my mouth the way you would my cunt," she hissed.
"You've really got me hot," Art panted as he shifted his body to the position Honey desired and hilted his cock in her mouth. "I'm going to ram my prick down to your belly."
Honey kicked her legs up just like she was being fucked in the pussy as the bedsprings started to creak. She was her old self again, the girl who couldn't get enough cock inside her. Already, she was thinking ahead to when Art fucked her in the ass.
But, still lurking in the shadows, her ashen mother had seen enough. The time for the truth was here.
Dolly Wilde walked over to the edge of the bed, where Honey and Art would be sure to notice her. When she cleared her throat, they both looked up.
"Gee, Dolly, why don't you hop on in?" Art said without any embarrassment. "Two pussies are always better than one."
Wanting Art's big prick all to herself, Honey frowned. She just wanted her mother to go away for now. Hell could break loose later.
Dolly Wilde ignored both responses. She was going to have her say. Nothing could stop here.
"Art," she started uncertainly, "this girl ... she's not a neighbor."
When Honey heard this, her heart froze. Although she didn't know why, she was suddenly the one who did not want her true identity revealed.
Then, suddenly, it hit her. Art. At last Honey realized why the name was so familiar.
Oh, God, Honey thought, it can't be what I'm thinking.
"Art!" Honey's mother continued, her voice trembling. "This is not just any girl."
"You're telling me," Art laughed, twisting his prick in Honey's mouth.
There was a horrible silence as Mrs. Wilde's face twitched while words she did not want to say formed in her gulping throat.
"She's your daughter!" Honey's mother blurted out. "After fifteen years, you've come home to fuck your own daughter!"
"No!"
"Yes! She's Honey. Remember, our daughter? You've got your cock in Honey's mouth!"
"I don't believe you," Art Wilde answered, but now his voice was trembling, too.
Pulling his cock from Honey's mouth, Art Wilde leaned down and stared into her face. When the family resemblance leaped out and grabbed him by the throat, he had no choice but to admit the incestuous truth. He was her father.
"Honey, my little girl ... I fucked her," he gasped in wonder. "I fucked my own daughter. I don't believe it. The last time I saw her she was just a baby."
"Well, you can see what your baby grew up to be," Mrs. Wilde sniffed with bitter tears. "No better than a common whore."
"Honey ... my baby girl ... I fucked her," Honey's father rambled, his mind blown.
Only Honey had no response. She was mentally in another place now, her senses removed from the present by a deep faint. She had blacked out the instant the truth had struck.
In her dream-state, she had returned to a more comfortable time in the past. She was a little girl again, in fact a baby, her memory reaching further back than it ever had when she was conscious.
Honey was with her mother and father. She was in her crib and they were pampering her.
"Art," her mother said, "isn't she sweet?"
"Yes, just like her name," her father answered. "She'll break a lot of hearts someday, that's for sure."
Honey squirmed in her crib, giggling as her father scratched her tummy. With her loving parents doting over her, she felt all warm and snuggly. Safe. Nothing could ever go wrong.
Sleeping like the baby she imagined herself to be, Honey resisted all attempts to revive her. In her mind there was nothing to awaken for. The last fifteen years had not happened. Life was perfect the way she dreamed it.