Chapter 4
"I just can't understand what's gotten into you," Mrs. Wilde said to her slouching daughter. "You used to be so full of life."
"Aw, Mom, leave me alone," Honey muttered as she slumped in her chair, her glazed eyes fixed on the flickering TV screen.
"Maybe if you told me what's bothering you, it might help," Mrs. Wilde said hopefully. "You know, a mother-daughter talk. We haven't had one of those in a long time."
Honey winced. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about her rape. Especially to her mother. Sex was one thing the two of them just didn't discuss. If anybody bought the lie that Honey was a virgin, it was her mother.
To Mrs. Wilde, the avoidance of sex was not a matter of virtue, but taste. She hated men. Ever since Honey's father had run out on her fifteen years before, she had declared total war on the male population. Even though she was not yet forty and still a very attractive woman, all of her social life was spent with other women.
"Please, baby, talk to me," Mrs. Wilde pleaded, her eyes welling with tears as she knelt before her daughter. "It just breaks my heart to see you like this."
Honey hated this. Why couldn't her mother understand that the way she was acting just made things worse?
"Come on, Mom," Honey said, reaching out and holding her mother. "This is just one of those things I'll have to work out on my own."
A very emotional person, Mrs. Wilde could not stop crying. She imagined that her daughter no longer needed her. Tears were pouring down her cheeks. She was so caught up with her grief that she did not notice that her bathrobe had pulled open and her bare breasts were so exposed that the pink nipples were showing.
Honey noticed, though. She didn't see her mother's uncovered body often, but when she did she was always impressed by its youthful firmness.
"P-please stop crying, Mom," Honey stammered self-consciously, as much distracted by her mother's creamy tits as by her tears.
"I can't," Mrs. Wilde sobbed. "You're my baby. When you're unhappy, it's natural that I want to take you in my arms and make things better."
Suddenly, they were embracing. Mrs. Wilde had arisen between Honey's legs and was now smothering her daughter with soft kisses. Reflexively, Honey kissed back.
It was inevitable that their mouths would meet. Tongues darted. Honey's knee was in her mother's damp crotch. Her trembling fingers were untying the sash of her mother's robe.
Mrs. Wilde shucked the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was naked, pressing her tits against her daughter, as Honey and she shared a second French-kiss that was even deeper than the first.
"You're beautiful, Mom," Honey gasped when they came up for air.
"Rub your knee between my legs," Mrs. Wilde gasped. When Honey did, she moaned, "I'm coming ... I'm coming."
As she watched her mother ride her knee and felt the pussy-juice drip down her leg, Honey was suddenly hit by the full impact of what was happening.
"Mom," she blurted, "we have to stop doing this!"
"Why?" her mother dreamily sighed as she fingered her clit so the climax wouldn't stop.
"It's wrong," Honey insisted. "You're my mother ... and we're both women."
Mrs. Wilde smiled like a cat who had just eaten a canary. She didn't say a word, but her message came though loud and clear to her stunned daughter.
All at once her mother's dislike of men took on a whole new meaning for Honey. Her mother wasn't anti-sex at all-except with the opposite sex!
"You're a lesbian, aren't you?" Honey gulped.
Her mother still didn't speak. Instead, she replied by going to work on Honey's clothing, stripping it away with brisk efficiency.
When she was naked, Honey blushed in the gaze of her mother's probing eyes and tried to cover herself. Mrs. Wilde would have none of it.
"You're such a beautiful girl," she finally spoke. "You should be proud to show off your body. Don't be shy, darling. Spread your legs for Mother."
With her mother's help, Honey numbly did as she was told. All of a sudden, her mother's face was between her open thighs. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, her mother was eating her cunt.
Honey began to come immediately. The tongue in her twat was a marvel. Having a cunt herself, her mother knew just where to tease, just where to probe, just where to rub.
Mother and daughter slipped from the chair onto the floor. Quickly, they were positioned in a lesbian sixty-nine. The lips of her mouth squashed against the lips of her mother's cunt, Honey gorged herself with pussy juice that was so sweet it made her wince.
They rolled all over the room, sucking each other's pussies side by side and takng turns on top. Although there was almost a twenty-year difference in their ages, the naked bodies of Honey and her mother were almost exact duplicates. An outsider would have been hard-pressed to tell who was eating whose naturally blonde cunt.
"Have you ever fucked with another woman before?" Mrs. Wilde asked her daughter during a temporary lull in their pussy-sucking.
"No, this is my first time," Honey honestly explained, telling the truth for once about her sexual history.
"Mmmmmm," her mother murmured with approval. "I knew your cunt was cherry the second I tasted it. It's been a long time since I had a virgin, but you never lose your taste for cherry pussy."
"Why didn't you tell me before you were a lesbian?" Honey asked., "How come you waited so long to ... to...." She was having trouble coming up with the right word.
"Seduce you?" her mother replied.
"Yes." Honey giggled at her shyness.
"I didn't want to push you into anything," Mrs. Wilde explained. "Guess I jumped the gun, though, after all. If you want to back out, I'll understand."
"Oh, Mom, I love you!" Honey gushed. "There's nothing I'd rather do than get it on with you. Your pussy is a dream come true. I could suck it forever."
"Then you don't mind that I made the first move?"
"What do you think?" Honey quickly replied, then dove once more between her mother's spread legs.
Mrs. Wilde's cunt was beautiful and blonde, just like her daughter's. Down the center, soft, pink lips pouted invitingly. Sparkling juice flowed from within. When Honey ate her mother's pussy it was easy for her to imagine she was going down on a goddess. But it would have been just as easy for her to imagine that she was going down on herself-because, for all intents and purposes, the blonde cunts of mother and daughter were identical.
Later, after another twenty-minute sixty-nine, Honey would question her mother some more about being a lesbian. She had so many things she wanted to know about a lifestyle that had seemed so foreign to her until now.
"Don't you ever miss men at all, Mom?" Honey asked.
"Why should I?" Mrs. Wilde snapped.
"Well, uh, you'll have to admit that they've got something we don't have," Honey pointed out.
"So what?" Her mother grunted with disgust at the suggestion of male superiority.
"You mean, you never miss something big and hard pumping inside your pussy?" Honey asked.
"Of course not," Mrs. Wilde firmly replied, then thoroughly surprised her daughter with what she said next. "Why should I miss it when I get all the cock I want?"
Honey's jaw dropped. She was totally confused.
"Don't get me wrong," her mother chuckled at her bewilderment. "I have nothing against dicks in themselves. They're very, very useful. It's just that men don't know what to do with them, the clumsy fools. But give a woman ten hard inches jutting from between her legs, and then you've got something special."
"Mother, you're not making any sense at all," Honey protested.
"Oh, no?" Mrs. Wilde smirked. "Just go hop into bed and wait for me with your pussy open. You'll find out what I mean soon enough, my dear."
Alone in bed, Honey wondered what was going to happen. It was all like a crazy dream. Would she wake up miserable again?
"Do you have your legs spread, darling?"
Honey heard her mother's cheery voice through the bedroom door. It had the ring of reality.
As a precaution, Honey pinched herself. No bubble burst, all it did was hurt. Brimming with confidence, she opened her thighs. For good measure, she drew her forefinger up the damp slit of her cunt, then tasted the glistening sauce. Her pussy-juice was too pungent and sweet to be part of an illusion.
Honey was positive at last that she had both feet firmly planted in real life. Just because something seemed too good to be true, didn't mean that it wasn't. There were such things as miracles.
She was here. Now. Waiting to be fucked by another woman, who happened to be her mother. She didn't know how the act would be accomplished, but she was ready, willing and able to submit to anything.
Her mother appeared in the doorway. Strapped around her waist and jutting from her golden crotch was the biggest, blackest cock Honey had ever seen. Her excited pussy creamed all over the sheets just from the sight of it.
Her mother came to the edge of the bed, stroking the ebony tool. It had to be at least a foot long.
"I thought you said ten inches?" Honey gasped.
"I didn't want to scare you," she grinned.
"What a monster," Honey noted with awe, her pussy aching with expectation.
"Go ahead and touch it."
Honey's fingers reached out like they were going to be burned. But when the tips brushed the mallet-sized head of the huge, black prick, she eagerly closed her hand around the thick shaft.
"Feels like a real cock, doesn't it?" Mrs. Wilde said. "It's called a dildo."
"It's better than real!" Honey exclaimed. I can't wait to feel it in my cunt! Please, fuck me, Mom!"
"I'd better," Mrs. Wilde chuckled. "Your pussy looks like it's going to melt into a puddle if I don't hurry and fill it with my big, black cock."
Honey lifted her legs up and bent them, forcing her knees against her tits. Her cunt was a gorge. It had to be to take so much thick prick.
Kneeling before her naked, fuck-ready daughter with the dildo in her grip like a sword, Honey's mother stabbed forward. The gleaming cock-head surged between the parted pussy-lips in its path and disappearing into Honey's cunt, pulling five or six inches of shaft along with it.
"Give me more!" Honey pleaded. "Fuck me with the whole thing! Every inch! Every fucking inch!"
"You asked for it, my darling daughter," Mrs. Wilde panted. "It'll hurt, I promise you. I hope you're the kind of woman who enjoys pain."
"Oh, yes ... God, yes ... the more the better!" Honey cried. "Punish me! Split me in two with your big, black cock!"
"I'll do my level best," she said, and then powered the dildo forward in her daughter's cunt.
The dildo thrust to the core of Honey's pussy. She had never taken so much cock. It was like a battering ram in her cunt, wider and longer than anything she had ever imagined even in her wildest fantasies.
Having hilted her daughter's pussy with a foot of rubber cock, Honey's mother totally assumed the male role. As a hard-core lesbian, the only way a man could fit into her scheme of things was when she was fucking another woman. Right now, as far as she was concerned, she had been born with twelve inches of big, black prick between her legs.
"Am I hurting you enough?" Mrs. Wilde asked through gritted teeth, as she brutally fucked her daughter.
"More, more!" Honey begged. She had never wanted to be fucked so much. So hard.
"Wrap your legs around me," Mrs. Wilde suggested. "Push back ... every time I shove my cock in your pussy, push back."
Shooting straight out, Honey's legs framed her mother's waist, then folded into a squeezing clamp. Honey drew her mother flush against her, their crotches meshing tightly.
The dildo was buried in Honey's cunt. Her mother was fucking her better than any guy ever had. Honey had spread her legs for dozens of well-hung dudes, but none of them had ever filled her pussy with a cock that matched the giant rubber prick her mother was fucking her with.
"Your prick is soooo big," Honey gasped with wonder. "I can feel it every place. It seems like it's filling my whole body."
Her mother continued to surge within her cunt with the huge rubber hard-on. The head of the dildo went places inside Honey that the horny teenager had not known could be reached by a cock.
"Are you feeling it?" her mother asked. "Are you coming, baby?"
"Almost," Honey panted. "I'm right on the edge of a monster climax. Push me over ... God, I can't wait to explode."
Mrs. Wilde grinned from ear to ear. There was nothing she liked better than making a member of her own sex come.
Already hiked, the massive prick began to twist. Its barbed head was like the bit of a drill in Honey's cunt.
Brewing ever since the head of the dildo first split the lips of her pussy, the erotic storm at the core of Honey's cunt erupted with full force. She was coming harder than she ever had in her life.
"My cunt's on fire!" Honey screamed with orgasm. Her climax was like nothing she had ever felt before.
Loosening from around her mother's waist, Honey's legs stiffened and rose in the air until they were sticking straight up. The puffy sides of her cunt flexed from between her upturned thighs as the prick squished in and out in an ebony blur.
Always eager to pour it on, Mrs. Wilde stabbed a finger into the rosebud of her daughter's ass-hole. Now, in addition to the orgasmic turmoil of her runaway senses, Honey could feel her shit boiling. Pleased with the response, Mrs. Wilde inserted a second and third finger within the narrow channel, curling them into a gouging claw.
"You're killing me!" Honey cried. "God, I love it!"
Mrs. Wilde had yet another trick up her sleeve. As devastating as her trio of fingers up her daughter's ass were in combination with the pumping dildo in Honey's cunt, they were even more dynamic when they were abruptly yanked out. Honey experienced a rushing sense of release that made her howl on the heels of the loud pop from her ass-hole.
Mrs. Wilde kept grinding away with the dildo in Honey's cunt, fueling her daughter's orgasm. At the same time, her lips crushed against Honey's mouth, while her hands squeezed the luscious teenage tits.
"Oh, baby, you're burning up," Mrs. Wilde said between kisses. "Maybe we'd better cool things down."
"No!" Honey protested. "Don't stop fucking me!"
"Mother knows best," Mrs. Wilde crooned, and she began to withdraw the dildo from her daughter's swollen twat.
Without a cock in her pussy, Honey started to fall from the heights. Bathing her with kisses, her experienced mother brought her down easily, so that when she returned to earth she landed on a cushion of velvet. As Honey emerged from her orgasmic funk, her mother was stroking and fondling her as if she were once again a baby in the crib.
With the dildo free from her cunt, Honey took the rubber prick in her hands and lapped up the sticky sheen of her own pussy-juice, deep-throating the massive tool. She was so happy.
"Oh, Mom, that was so wonderful," Honey sighed as she sprawled on the tangled sheets, the dildo clutched between her tits. "I'm so glad you fucked me."
"I wish I'd been the first," Mrs. Wilde said evenly.
The full impact of her mother's words didn't register with Honey at first. But when it did, her cheeks burned and her throat went dry. She felt like she had just been accused of some terrible crime.
"You've fucked a man, haven't you?" Mrs. Wilde said, fixing Honey with her eyes so that a lie was out of the question.
"How can you tell?" Honey asked in a hush.
"I've fucked too many women not to know," her mother answered in a voice heavy with experience. "You fooled me when we were eating each other, but once I had the dildo in your cunt I knew the truth."
There was no way out. Honey knew that she had to come clean. The only question was how much.
"Yes," she admitted. "A man did fuck me."
"Who was he?" her mother asked.
"I was raped," Honey confessed with genuine anguish, then held her head in her hands and sobbed. "Oh, God, it was horrible. It's been over two weeks and I still can't get it out of my mind."
"Oh, you poor kid." Mrs. Wilde reacted with immediate sympathy, protectively embracing her weeping daughter. "What can I do?"
"Help me!" Honey pleaded. "Help me forget!"
"Yes, darling, yes," Mrs. Wilde cried along with her daughter. "I'll do everything I can. Mother is here."