Chapter 11

So it was over and I had to return to my familiar role as wife and mother. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't something of a letdown after all the excitement I'd been through.

Housework seemed pretty tame after being on the frontline of the fight against pornography. Even though I knew intellectually that homemaking was one of the cornerstones of the American way of life, and that any woman should be pleased with her God-given role in the care and feeding of her family, something was missing. As much as I tried to fight it, emotionally I was as flat as a pancake.

Part of the reason for my discontent had to do with the attitudes of my husband and daughter toward me. I had expected Harold and Melinda to be proud of the work I had done with the Committee for Decency. Instead, they treated me like a domestic servant who had inconvenienced by taking too much time off from her duties.

Harold was more irritable that he had ever been during our marriage. I just couldn't seem to do anything right as far as he was concerned.

The promise of the intimacy we had established when I had pierced his dreams with my body, faded almost from the moment the campaign against smut had been won. Deep in my heart I suspected that he resented me terribly for being instrumental in taking the prostitutes off the streets.

Harold could apparently only get it up when he had illicit sex on his mind. Even when he was screwing his wife, in his dreams he liked to imagine he was making it with a street hooker.

Once the whores had all but been run out of town, he had no more fodder for his imagination. He apparently was sexually incapacitated without the stimulus of the forbidden.

So our sex-life was no more-a paradoxical casualty of the very movement in which I'd taken such a leading part. I'd been indirectly responsible for cutting off my supply of sex from my own husband.

However, as depressing as my situation with my husband had become, it was my daughter that caused me the most heartache. Melinda acted as though she hardly knew me. "Hello" and "goodbye" were just about the extent of our interchange, and even those were muttered meaninglessly by her as though she were saying them to a passing acquaintance she had run into on the street.

Obviously she resented my relative absence from the home while I'd been fighting smut, and felt I'd neglected her. Now, in her adolescent way, she was getting even.

Naturally this made me feel terribly guilty. After all, my entrance into the war against obscenity had been because of Melinda in the first place. It was exceedingly painful to accept the ironic fact that my very concern as a devoted parent had ultimately placed a barrier between us.

Finally I decided to confront her. Maybe if she heard my side of the story she would understand why it had been necessary for me to be away from her for so long.

I cornered her one afternoon after school when she went into her bedroom to change clothes. When I walked in she was clad only in her panties and bra, in between slipping out of her sweater and skirt and into her jeans and sweatshirt. It was the first time I'd seen her unclothed body since that day I'd eavesdropped on her masturbating.

"Hello," she said in the toneless way she had recently perfected when speaking to me. "What do you want?"

"Melinda, I'd like to talk to you ... mother-todaughter," I told her.

"Well, you're the mother and I'm your daughter, and we're already talking, so I guess you've got your wish," she responded snidely.

I decided to ignore that, and walked over and sat down on the bed so she could see I intended to stay. Apparently in a huff because I had intruded on her privacy, she kept her back to me. Rather than establishing eye-contact, I found myself staring at the tight encasement of the cheeks of her firm little ass in her all-but-transparent panties. I could see her crack running up her backside like a highway on a map.

"You're a beautiful girl, Melinda," I found myself saying, "it's a shame you have to act so ugly at times."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped with her back still toward me. In her irritation, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and her perfectly molded buns rubbed together.

"It's just that I would think that you would be more understanding of why I wasn't able to give you as much attention as we both would've liked over the past few months," I laid my cards on the table.

"Oh, you mean with all that porno bullshit you were into," she shocked me with her language.

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite that way," I replied evenly, just barely restraining my temper. "I'd prefer to think of what I was doing as a community service."

Instead of saying anything, she contemptuously twitched her ass, daring me to explain myself.

"Obscenity was a terrible problem in our community, Melinda," I tried to convince her of my sincerity. "Do you know what pornography is?"

"Sure," she brassily replied, "pictures of people doing it ... Fucking."

I decided I'd deal with her ill-chosen words at some later date. Now I would excuse if if it would help us get to the point.

"Did you know," I continued, "that before the Committee for Decency, anybody could get their hands on that filth? Anybody at all-even minors. Children!"

"Like me, Mother?" she whirled around and spat at me. "Like that dirty book you found on my bed that night when you were spying on me?"

I was stunned. I'd never suspected until this moment that she'd known I was peeping through the door.

"Well, Mother, are you going to admit it?" she insisted.

Under the circumstances, there was no point in denying it. I nodded my head in admission. It was painful, but I knew there could never be any trust between us unless I told her the truth.

"It was all an accident," I tried to explain my actions. "Believe me, I wasn't trying to catch you in anything."

"But when you saw me playing with my pussy, you went nuts, huh, Mother?" she said sarcastically.

"Yes," I tried to convince her. "That's exactly how it happened. Then, after you'd gone, and I found the magazine that had caused you to abuse yourself, I knew that I had to do something. I realized that not only my own daughter, but countless other teenagers, were being dragged down by that trash."

"Mother," she smirked, "I'm afraid I've got something to tell you that's going to burst your little bubble."

"Yes?" I responded apprehensively.

"I don't need any dirty magazine to get it on with myself," she pummeled me with her words like they were fists. "It doesn't take me anything to get horny but my own imagination."

"You mean you've continued to masturbate?" I asked in stunned breathlessness.

"Whenever I can't get a boy to fuck me or one of my girlfriends to go down on me," she absolutely floored me.

Petrified with shock, I couldn't respond.

"I'm a big girl now, Mother," she continued. "If you don't believe me, I'll just give you a little sample."

Before my bulging eyes her panties were rolling down her thighs and the triangular beard of her pussy bristled into the open. To my horror, it was shiny from wetness.

Then, as she stepped out of her panties, she unhooked her bra and let it flutter to the floor. . Her bare tits jiggled up and down, joining the sight of her exposed twat.

Even in my shock I had to admit that she was a beautiful girl. In fact, her nudity seemed to enhance her attractiveness. Once one laid eyes on her blossoming breasts and glossy cunt, she was irresistible.

It made me wince to acknowledge it, but I could see how the other boys and girls would want to make love to her. Her body was so undeniably alluring that it seemed made for sex, whether I, as her mother, approved of it or not.

"Look how I'm sticking my fingers inside my pussy," she taunted me, as she dropped her hand between her thighs and began probing within herself. "If I want to, I can get every one of them inside. When I'm all alone and feeling really horny, I fist-fuck myself. It makes me come in buckets."

"Stop!" I begged.

"Buckets, Mother, buckets!"

To show me she wasn't kidding, she'd inserted every one of her fingers between the now bulging lips of her cunt. With her wrist engorging her gash like the shaft of a huge prick, she began working her clenched fist back and forth inside. The wet sounds of knuckles fucking filled the bedroom.

"How do you like it now, Mother?" she badgered me. "Did you really think you could stop my pussy from being hot by getting rid of all the dirty magazines?"

I felt like such a fool. How could I have been so naive as to think the power of sex could be stamped out by just closing down a few businesses?

"My mind's dirtier than any magazine or movie," she continued to torture me, " and no blue-nose can control that."

She was right, of course. All the censors in the world couldn't get inside anybody's head. The explicitness of the sex-trade placed next to the lewd capabilities of the human imagination couldn't compare.

In the final analysis, if people wanted to turn themselves on, there was no way anybody else could stop them, regardless of their age. A fifteen-year-old girl could make her pussy as wet as a grown woman's, just as any boy could make his dick hard.

The war against obscenity had been pointless. A futile joke. People loved sex and they were going to enjoy it no matter what, no matter how old they were.

Melinda painfully reminded me of this some more when she said, "Do you want to know exactly what I'm thinking now? I guarantee it'll blow your mind."

Dumbly I nodded my head. By now I was hopelessly transfixed by the sight of my daughter's shimmeringly naked body, so obviously bent on achieving orgasm before my eyes.

"You probably assume I'm thinking about a big cock, or something," she said, "but I'm not. What I'm thinking about is you, Mother. You!"

I flinched. It frightened me what she could be getting at.

"I'm thinking about you with no clothes on," she revealed. "About what you've got between your legs. You know, Mother, I don't think I've ever really seen your cunt. What's it like?"

Needless to say, I was unable to answer. My shock was paralyzing.

"I know you don't get along with Daddy in bed," she cruelly went on. "I know if he makes your pussy wet it's just an accident."

"Please stop!" I forced myself to say.

"I'll bet with the right person your cunt could get as wet as mine is right now. That it would be positively dripping."

I hated to think what she could be getting at.

Then she laid it on me. "I could make your pussy wet, Mother. In fact, I bet I've made it wet already."

With that she walked toward me, and before I could move, removed her hand from between her legs and ripped my skirt from my body. Suddenly my panties were the only thing shielding me from the waist down.

And when we both looked at them the mystery was over. Melinda's charges were true. They were positively soaking.

"Don't fight it, Mother," she said as she ran her fingers over my throbbing crotch. "You know you want to make love to me."

I tried to tell her she was wrong, but my vocal cords were frozen. When I tried to shake my head, my neck was locked.

"You'd like to get on that bed with me," Melinda continued, "and get between my spread legs and eat my cunt while I'm eating yours. We'd make each other come and come and come."

While she was talking her fingers had slipped beneath the elastic of my panties and entwined themselves in my pubic hair. By the time she'd finished speaking, her fingertips were running up and down the slick ravine formed by my throbbing pussy lips.

I finally responded when she found my clitoris. "Oh, God," I blurted as she expertly pressed the sensitive joy-button. "Oh, sweet Jesus, God!"

"Tell me you need it," she demanded. "Tell Melinda how much you want it."

I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I wanted my daughter's naked body so badly I couldn't stand it.

The walls finally crumbled and I pleaded, "Love me, Melinda! Please get on the bed and love me!"

In a flash she had pulled the rest of the clothing from my body and we were nakedly embracing on the bed. Our tits and cunts squashed together and there was no turning back.

"Come on," Melinda whispered hotly in my ear after we had shared a deep soul-kiss, "let's eat each other's cunts. I can't wait to get my tongue inside your pussy."

Shifting around on the bed, we assumed the sixty-nine position, lying side-by-side. My nostrils flared from the pungent scent of my daughter's gushing twat.

Without hesitation, I closed the lips of my mouth over the lips of her cunt. Making it doubly sweet was that Melinda did the same thing to me simultaneously.

Our tongues shot into our fuck-holes and began to squirm. In tandem, we wriggled our asses to promote the maximum penetration.

As we made oral love, our hands roamed over our bodies. My fingers squeezed Melinda's firm, young tits and played with her nipples, while hers found my asshole and began to ream me out.

I had had plenty of experiences since I'd gotten involved in the underworld of sex, but this was my most thrilling. If I'd recognized my daughter's charms that first day I saw her masturbating, I might have saved myself a lot of time and trouble.

Yes, it was clear now that I'd been searching for something when I'd enlisted in the war against smut. Some excitement that was missing in my everyday life as a housewife. Something to give my ordinary life meaning.

I'd thought I could find it in community service. And while it was true I'd found temporary meaning through my involvement with Rev. Worthington, the Committee for Decency, and the District Attorney, when it was all over I was left with the same old emptiness.

Now the exhilaration for which I'd searched had finally arrived. Who would have ever guessed I'd find it between my daughter's legs?

"Oh, Mom, I'm coming," she moaned into my crotch. "I'm already starting to come."

"Me, too," I assured her, feeling her pubic hair scratch against my gums. "I'm coming harder than I ever have in my life. I love your cunt more than anything else in the world."

It was a shocking confession, but both of us were so overwhelmed with passion that we took it in stride. Of course, by now, our stride was the jerking lope of continuous mutual orgasm.

"Have you ever been fucked by another woman?" Melinda asked after several minutes of incessant climax had left us drenched with sweat and each other's pussy juice.

"No," I admitted. "But if you can figure out a way to do it I'll spread my legs as far as they'll go."

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said. "I've got something you're going to love."

Before I could question her further, she pulled out of my oral embrace and hopped off the bed. Bounding across the room, she went to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and extracted something which I immediately recognized.

It was the dildo I'd seen that day so long ago. The dildo I'd watched my daughter fuck herself with.

Now, as she advanced toward me holding it straight out in front of her, it was clear that she intended to fuck me with it.

I couldn't wait!

Rolling over on my back, I spread my legs in the classic fucking position. God, how I wanted that monster splitting my cunt until it wasn't visible to the naked eye.

"Do it to me, Melinda, do it to me!" I cried. "Fuck me with your great big cock!"

"Do you want it in the pussy or the ass?" she asked as she crawled onto the bed, holding the thing to her loins and waving it in front of her.

"Both!" I gasped. "Double-fuck me until I can't stand it any more!"

She was more than up to the task. First she rammed it in my twat to the hilt. Then, with the vibrator humming, she pulled it out with a wet pop and barreled up my asshole.

Then back to my cunt again. Returning to my butt. Again in my pussy. My ass. Cunt. Ass. Cunt.

Ass ... cunt ... ass ... cunt ... ass ... cunt....

"Which hole do you like it best in, Mom?" she eagerly asked.

"I can't decide," I moaned. "Just keep fucking me in both of them and maybe I'll never make up my mind."

Ass and cunt, cunt and ass, it continued unabated. Sweet, hard pronging in first one hole and then the other.

I'd been coming all the time, but now I really started to go to pieces. There were separate orgasms in both orifices, and a climactic overlay that made me feel like I was being electrocuted.

"Oh, you're creaming so hard out of both holes," my daughter described the action between my legs to me. "We'll have to make the bed when we're finished."

"And then we'll just have to do it again tomorrow," I rasped, "because we're going to fuck like this every chance we get."

After several minutes of fervently sustained double-fucking, I had finally come up to my absolute capacity. Rolling away from the flailing dildo I said to my daughter, "Now it's my turn to fuck you."

Eagerly, she handed me the dildo, and then rolled over and spread her long legs. The sight of her gorgeous teenage cunt took my breath away.

Fitting the base of the dildo against my pelvic bone, I dropped between her open thighs and plunged the staff into her spasming pussy. The penetration was so complete and tight that I swore I could geel the walls of her twat pressing against the phallus as though it were connected to my body by flesh and blood.

"Oh, Momma, fuck me," she screamed, "fuck me hard!"

I did my best. The head of the dildo must have been vibrating inside her womb.

"Now do it to me in the ass!" she cried. "Ass-fuck me!"

It was a pleasure.

Then back in her cunt.

Returning to her ass.

Cunt.

Ass.

Ass and cunt, ass and cunt, just like she'd done to me. Double-fucking my teenage daughter and loving it!

"Christ, I'm coming!" she squealed. "Coming in both holes! Oh, Mom, I love you so much! So fucking much!"

We'd been through every gyration of sex conceivable and I'd stood up under it. But the minute I heard my daughter tell me that she loved me, I was overwhelmed.

This was what I'd been searching for all the time. Love!

"Oh, God, baby," I fell to her breast and uncontrollably sobbed, "don't ever get away from me again. All I want is your love. Your sweet, sweet love."

She kissed me and it was heaven. It had been a long time coming to this, but we had found each other at last.

The rest of the world could go to hell as long as we were together.