Chapter 4
Cheryl Desmond awoke slowly. The coolness of the sheets on the warmth of her skin was a deliciously sensual sensation.
The young mother's eyes opened, and she stretched luxuriously. She arched her back. Her firm tits rubbed against the sheets. The pressure of the material against her nipples brought a small moan from her lips. It was always so nice to wake up on a Sunday morning, she told herself. There was nothing to do all day but relax and enjoy herself.
Cheryl rolled over onto her stomach in the empty bed. She stretched across that portion of the bed where Bill would have been lying if he weren't still off on the road on one of his damn sales trips. Cheryl pressed her pussy against the sheets of the empty bed. How she wished that her husband were there that morning to give her a good, long Sunday fuck.
Cheryl envisioned her husband's lean masculine body. She thought of his big hard prick. Cheryl thought of how fantastic her man was in bed. It would be so good to have him right now, she thought languidly as she rubbed her cunt.
Then she caught herself and stopped. This is no good, she thought. Bill will be home tonight. I'll save my orgasms for the real thing, not for just a fantasy of his cock slamming in and out of me.
Cheryl sprang into a sitting position. The shame had repulsion of what she had been involved in last night suddenly struck her with full force.
My God! she thought. I was acting like a pervert last night! A strong sense of guilt settled on Cheryl Desmond's confused mind. She didn't know what to be shocked by most-giving in to her drunk desires with that stud at the disco, the knowledge that Jerry and Susan were obviously involved in an incestuous relationship, or the fact that she, Cheryl, had been a willing, stimulated observer to her children's lovemaking.
Cheryl threw back the bedcovers and swung her feet to the carpeted bedroom floor. She reached for a thin house robe and pulled it around her firm, fine body. She belted it tightly at the front and rose to her feet.
She was confident that after a good talking to, Jerry and Susan would refrain from ever fucking each other again.
Cheryl found her daughter in the living room. Susan was already dressed. She wore a tight fitting white T-shirt and even tighter blue jeans. The pretty blonde thirteen-year-old was paging through a magazine. The girl's legs were drawn up under her. The tight denim of her jeans caressed and followed the budding shapeliness of her body.
Susan set down her magazine and flashed her mother a bright smile as Cheryl entered the room.
"Hi, Mom!"
Cheryl smiled back at her daughter. Then the young mother's eyes dropped momentarily to her daughter's budding tits. The firm little mounds were clearly outlined beneath the clinging white jersey. They seemed to be all hard nipple! Then Cheryl glanced back up to Susan's face. For a split second, Cheryl had an insane vision of sucking on her young daughter's titties, making Susan's childish face twist with sexual pleasure, as it had last night.
My God, what am I thinking of? screamed Cheryl's mind. She shook her head as if to clear her mind of the wicked horny thoughts.
"Uh ... I wanted to speak with you, Susan," said Cheryl as she sat down on the couch beside her daughter.
Mother and daughter were sitting close to each other. The curves of their thighs were touching.
Cheryl was vaguely aware of the warmth of her daughter's thigh pressing against her own. The warmth was somehow stimulating to the young mother. But Cheryl tried to ignore the strange things she felt happening to her.
"Sure, Mom," said Susan. "What did you want to talk about?"
"It's about you and Jerry, honey. I was hoping to find the both of you together. I have something I want to confront both of you with."
Susan's face clouded.
"Jerry's off practicing with his baseball team," she replied. "He won't be back for a few hours. What do you mean, Mom? Confront us about what?"
Cheryl paused for a moment. Then she decided to take the plunge and get it over with.
"Susan," she said, "I want to talk to you about what happened between you and your brother in your bedroom last night."
Susan gazed at her mother with wide blue eyes. The girl's lush lower lip seemed to tremble slightly.
"You mean what happened between the three of us, don't you, Mom?" she asked.
Cheryl started. She had never been spoken to that way by her daughter before. Not that there was anything ill-mannered in Susan's tone.
"I mean no such thing," said Cheryl. Then, against her will, she faltered. "What ... what you and your brother were doing last night is wrong, Susan. You should know that. I'll stand for no more of it. We'll have to tell your father when he comes home from his trip."
"And will you tell him about what you were doing last night, Mom?" asked the girl. Susan's voice was not disrespectful; it was soft and reasoning. "I saw you watching me while I came. I saw the look in your eyes. What were you thinking about, Mommy? Were you wishing that you could do to me what Jerry was doing?"
Cheryl gasped. She had totally lost control of the conversation.
"Susan! Please don't talk like that!"
"Why not?" asked Susan. Her voice was wise and seductive beyond her years. "Give in to your sexual impulses," she continued. "Jerry and I have learned that. If you do something in love and with a deep understanding of each other's needs, and if you don't lay all kinds of creepy head trips on each other, what can be the harm of two people balling, even if they are from the same family?"
"Susan..." began Cheryl.
But the girl was following her words with action. She reached over and lightly laid her palm against one of her mother's full tits.
The young mother moaned. She knew that she was fighting a losing battle with her desires.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," sighed Cheryl as the blonde girl palmed her nipple. "Please, don't do that, baby. I ... I don't know what's been happening to me lately."
Susan slid her hand across her mother's tit. Susan's own nipples were poking through the material of her white T-shirt even more clearly than before. She slid her hand down along Cheryl's body. The girl felt her mother's most intimate curves through the clinging material of Cheryl's house robe.
Then, Susan's small hand was sliding down between her mother's legs. Her gentle fingers parted the folds of her mother's robe. In another moment, Susan's fingertips made contact with the tight curls of Cheryl's soft blonde pubic hair.
With a little sigh, Cheryl parted her legs. The robe fell away, revealing the sensitive pink lips of the young mother's cunt. Susan's fingertips glided across her warm, moist cunt lips. Cheryl closed her eyes and moaned louder than before.
Susan leaned over and whispered into her mother's ear. The warm breath in her ear excited Cheryl almost as much as the thirteen-year-old's lewd words.
"Let yourself go, Mom. That's what all of this is about. No one will be hurt if you enjoy yourself."
Susan touched her mother's ear with a soft tongue kiss. She kissed her mother down along her heck, then across her chest. Susan licked her mother's hard-nippled tits. Then, the girl slid off the couch. She dropped to her knees facing her mother, between her mother's legs. As her warm quivering lips moved across Cheryl's trembling stomach, Cheryl emitted a groan of anguish and desire.
"Oooooh, baby, that feels so good," whimpered Cheryl. She slumped down on the couch and spread her legs wider. She was now fully exposing the sweetly scented, dew-dripping lips of her pink cunt. Her daughter's face was flushed and excited.
Susan ran her hands up and down Cheryl's smooth thighs. The girl licked her lips and drew her face closer to her mother's cunt. The scent of Cheryl's pussy was erotic and stimulating. When her mouth was only an inch from her mother's fuck-hole, Susan puckered her lips and blew into Cheryl's pussy. She reached up and spread the lips of Cheryl's cunt. Cheryl's clit was hard and shiny, and Susan directed a gentle, warm current of air at it. The teasing warmth was like an invisible finger that diddled the horny mother's aching clit.
Susan leaned still closer to her mother's cunt, until the girl's lush lips finally made contact with Cheryl's body. Both women trembled and sighed-Susan with the sweet moist taste on her lips, Cheryl with the sexual excitement that came with the knowledge that she was about to partake of the forbidden: a lesbian love match with her own daughter! Cheryl was on fire with a need that only her daughter's licking tongue and satisfy! Cheryl was breathing hard now and her hips were raising and lowering slightly. She reached down and began stroking her daughter's wispy blonde hair. Cheryl wanted to ram all of her pussy deep inside little Susan's hungry mouth. But Susan continued to only kiss and caress, tantalizing her excited mother to even higher peaks of frustrated lust.
Now, both of Susan's hands were between Cheryl's legs. She teased and stroked Cheryl's excited pussy. Then, her fingers slipped lower, going to the puckered rim of her mother's ass-hole. Susan's fingertips glided across the sensitive bunghole. Cheryl cried out with a loud whimper of joy. She impaled her ass-hole on her daughter's stroking fingers.
"Do you like this, Mommy?" asked Susan.
"Oh, yes!" gasped Cheryl. "Oh, darling, what you're doing to me is so exciting!"
Susan sucked on Cheryl's clit with a loud, soulful licking sound. Cheryl gasped for breath. Her fingers clenched the kneeling child's blonde hair; her nails raked Susan's scalp, pushing the girl's face in harder.
Then, Susan removed her lips.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you, Mother," she commanded in a hot whisper.
Cheryl shook her head. She was ashamed, but she could not deny her need to be eaten.
"Ohhhhhh, Susie, please ... don't make me say it. You know what I want. Please!"
"Say it, Mother. I want to hear it before I do it to you."
Cheryl gave in. She was rubbing her cunt against her daughter's mouth. She was blind with lust.
"Ohhh, eat me!" Cheryl begged. "Suck your mother's cunt, darling. I'm so horny. I ... I need to cum so bad!"
Susan loved the taste of excited pussy. Her own tender cunt was dripping with excited lust. Her tender wisps of blonde pubic hair were sparkling with diamond-like droplets of cunt-juice. The tunnel of her little cunt was slick and ready. But before Susan thought about making herself cum, she wanted to make her mother buck on the couch with orgasms.
Susan said in a low voice, "I've thought about sucking you like this so often, Mother. I'd lay awake nights and make myself cum while I thought of you and me doing this. Last night, while Jerry was fucking me and you were watching me cum, I was fantasizing that it was you, Mom."
The turned-on girl leaned forward. Her tender young lips encircled the stiff little finger of her mother's pulsating clit. Susan sucked her mother off, using a slow, teasing rhythm.
Cheryl's lovely mouth was twisted out of shape as she gasped for breath and moaned. She gave out a series of little moans, which started low and rose in pitch until they were whimpers of delight. Her foxy nude body, with her house robe open all the way, began twisting all over the couch in passion. Her legs were out straight before her as she rode the fingers her daughter was shoving up her ass-hole. She ran her fingers wildly through the girl's long blonde hair. Cheryl's eyes were closed tight. Her mind was a tangle of lesbian fantasies.
Susan had stopped sucking on Cheryl's clit. Now she was licking it. She lapped at her mother's pussy like a kitten licking up milk. Two of her fingers were now up her mother's bunghole to the first knuckles. She was giving her foxy mother some royal lesbian lovemaking, and Mom was digging the hell out of it.
"Mmmmmmmm ... oh ... faster, sweetheart," cried Cheryl. "I'm almost there, darling. Faster ... lick me faster, baby!"
Susan did as she was told, speeding up the motion of her slurping tongue. Her mother's cunt juices were coating the little girl's mouth and chin. Susan rubbed her own legs together. The crotch of her jeans was warm and soaked. Susan wished that she had someone to feel her there, to diddle her off into an orgasm of her own. But she would have to wait. There was no one else, and both of her hands were needed to bring her mother to climax.
Cheryl's firm body was smooth and white in the morning sunlight of the living room. Her big tits bounced and shook as she twisted her hungry body. She was almost to the brink of the greatest cum of her life! Cheryl reached up and squeezed her own breasts. She pinched and twisted the nipples.
"Oh, my god, I'm there!" cried the squirming young mother. "I'M CUMMIINNG!"
Her body bucked and rose off the couch like a wild mare as the walls of her pussy fluttered around the girl's busy mouth. Wet slurping sounds filled the air, punctuated by Cheryl's primal squeals of release.
Susan licked her mother faster and faster, until her tongue was a blur across Cheryl's clit. Her tongue whipped back and forth, and Cheryl was exploding with cum after beautiful cum. Finally, as Cheryl's body seemed to quiver with one continual series of shudders, little Susan removed her face from the smeared cunt and leaned back on her heels.
The girl's wide blue eyes sparkled with a combination of joy and lust as she watched her mother shiver with post-orgasmic spasms. Mom had had her fun, and the look in her glazed eyes told Susan that she was ready for more. Now it was Susan's turn!