Chapter 3
That was the first time between mother and daughter, and it went very well. But as much as she wanted to, on that first occasion Ellen just couldn't bring herself to having Betty return the favor. Things were off to a fabulous start, and she didn't want to jeopardize it. She figured that a mouthful of hot come might just do that, and she knew that she would be in no condition to control herself. There would be no chance of her pulling away in time.
So she waited until she was just about ready to let go by herself, and crawled up beside her daughter and started to hug and kiss her and then she lay on her back and placed the little girl on top of her. She placed her down far enough so that she could feel the bare flesh of her daughter's belly rubbing against" hers, and so that Betty's face was right over the massive mounds that Ellen knew she had been attracted to. She was just going to let nature take its course.
The little girl still didn't know what it was all about, but she wasn't worried about it. And she was totally unaware that she was doing all the right things as she immediately grabbed hold of the big tits and proceeded to do just about what her mother had been doing to her. And the feel of the soft flesh and the sight of the hard, red nipples that seemed to be pointing right at her mouth caused her to wiggle and squirm delightedly.That was all that Ellen needed.
The babyish giggles came again as Betty watched her mother's facial contortions and listened to the soft throaty moans that escaped from the open mouth. Ellen had no control over herself now, so she just relaxed and let herself go. Betty was getting a wonderful ride on the big body that squirmed and twisted beneath her as her mother threw back her head and heaved a long sigh as she wet the turkish towel with the contents of her white-hot, bursting guts.
She slowly calmed down as her passion drained from her" but she didn't want to just quit the whole thing all of a sudden. She wanted to leave it up to Betty as to when they should call it a night in order to see just how far the little girl would go, and how much interest she had taken in it. Obviously she was having a good time now, but would she want more, or was it going to be just a passing thing that she would forget about when she got hold of her toys again tomorrow. Ellen figured that she wouldn't really know until it was time for the next bath.
It wasn't until about a half hour later that the evening's entertainment came to an end. Betty, seeing that she had been given full reign, continued to investigate the wonderful body, and although she really didn't know what to do with it, she managed to work it up into a lather again. Ellen was rather disappointed when Betty started to slow down her attentions, but she realized that it wasn't because Betty was getting tired of what she was doing, it was because she was getting just plain tired and was beginning to fall asleep.
Ellen reluctantly put the pajamas on the limp little body and carried her into her own room and put her to bed. Tomorrow was another day. And Ellen was wondering how she would feel in the morning herself. Would she be ashamed of what she did when the dawn broke and she realized the full implications of her actions? Or would she be so eager to get on with it that she wouldn't be able to wait for night to come? Well, what was done was done, and it was too late to worry about it now.
Ellen slept well that night. It couldn't have been just because she was worn out from a two orgasm day, because that was nothing new to her. In days gone by, a two orgasm day would have been a pretty slow day. It may have been because she wasn't really worried about what she did, and was looking forward to having a new, and steady partner. At least when she woke up in the morning she found that her conscience wasn't bothering her at all, and she was looking forward to seeing her daughter and seeing how, if at all, she had been affected.
She got all the breakfast things ready before going upstairs to get the kids, and found both of them wide awake when she entered the room. In fact, they had already started to play, just as they usually did. Things looked so normal that somehow she felt a little disappointed. It was as if last night had all been a dream, and had not really happened. The routine that they carried on, especially in Betty's case, caused her to force herself to believe that it really had happened.
Things were perfectly normal all through the washing and dressing and breakfast, and it wasn't until after they had finished eating and the kids were playing on the living room floor and she was cleaning up the kitchen that she began to notice any change. And what she saw frightened her a little. Paul was playing the same as he always did, but Betty's approach had altered.
As she looked out of the kitchen to see how they were getting along, she immediately saw that she had created a new problem. Paul was too young to realize what was going on, but he seemed to be getting a kick out of it as his sister was paying more attention to wrestling with him and fondling him than she was to the toys. She had apparently discovered that she liked the feel of bare flesh, and her brother's chubby legs sticking out from under the extremely short pants that fit him more like bathing trunks were very enticing. Ellen knew that she would have to do something, and she would have to do it quickly. It wouldn't do very well to leave them with a baby sitter if they were going to be feeling each other up all night.
The first thing that came to Ellen's mind was that she was going to have to get Paul out of there for awhile so that she could be alone with Betty and do some plain and fancy talking. She wasn't sure that she could get the child to understand, but she had to try. Maybe if she could have the day alone with her, she would be able to make some kind of progress. She had a lot of brainwashing to do, and not much time to do it in.
She got on the phone and called her baby-sitting neighbor, who Only lived a couple of doors away, and asked her if she could take care of Paul for the day. She didn't say why, except that she had some things to do, and the neighbor didn't ask why. After all, all she was interested in was the money, and Ellen was paying her well for her services, so she readily agreed.
A short time later, she found herself alone with her daughter, and sjie knew that she must get right to work on her, but she couldn't quite figure out how to go about it. She coudn't just explain to her like she wouid to a bigger girl, because she knew that it wouldn't have too much effect. The little girl didn't quite know the difference between right and wrong yet, and Ellen knew that what she was teaching her now, and was intending to teach her, would even cause confusion in her mind as she grew older. Because what she was teaching her in effect was that what was right for others, was wrong for her.
As she got older, she would learn from things that went on around her that it was right for girls to mess with boys, and she was going to wonder why she had been taught differently. It wouldn't take her long to figure it out though, so Ellen had to be sure to instill in her mind right now that it was also all right to mess with girls. But right now, she had to embed it deeply in her mind that at least for the time being, she was to mess only with girls, and particularly only with her mother. She didn't want to wean her away from her brother only to have her turn her attentions to the attractive baby sitter.
Ellen figured that the best way to do it would be to get her so deeply interested in her own mother that she wouldn't want to fool with anybody else. Even if she had to do a little threatening, like cutting off her present pussy supply if she didn't listen to her. Of course she would not put it quite like that, but it would have to amount to the same thing. The best place to start, she thought, would be where they left off last night. In the bedroom.
And Betty didn't forget a thing about what happened last night, even though she had fallen asleep doing it. And it came back to her more vividly than ever when her mother took her upstairs into the same bedroom and picked her up and sat her on the bed and stood there in front of her looking down at her with a big smile on her face. Betty at least hoped that she knew what was coming, and her own face opened up in an expectant smile.
But Ellen wasn't ready to get down to business yet. First she wanted to create just the right atmosphere. She wanted to get the little girl in such a mood that she would agree to anything, and then she would just keep pounding on it ufitil she thought that it was in deep enough. It might take all day, and as she looked at the pretty little thing on the bed, she was rather hoping that it would.
Betty was expecting her mother to undress her, and then undress herself, just like last night, and she became a little confused when her mother just sat down on the bed next to her. But as her mother put her arm around her and then placed her other hand on the round, dimpled knee, things began to get familiar again, and Betty knew that all was not lost. Especially when the hand began to move up and down between the hip and the knee with a slow, sensual motion that caused that same tingle that she had experienced last night to start building up inside of her.
She was anxious to do the same thing to her mother, because Betty had had the taste of warm flesh once, and found that she liked it so much that she wanted to keep on feeling it.. That's why even her brother's flesh looked good to her. Her mother didn't know it, and it would have made her happier if she did, but Betty actually preferred her mother's flesh. If for no other reason that that there was so much of it. Especially in the chest area.
And although her mother couldn't read her mind, it seemed to Betty as though she could as the warm hand left her leg just long enough to unbutton the buttons of the blouse that was covering those big wonderfull mounds of red tipped flesh. That was all that Ellen did. Just open the front. She didn't open it wide, but just enough so that a small hand could fit inside if it so desired, and as she reached for the little leg again, she found that the small hand did so desire. Just about the time her hand found its way into the little panties, the little hand found its way into the big blouse.
There is not much need to elaborate on what happened from then on, as it would only be a repeat of the description of what had happened the night before. With only one major exception. Ellen found that she was able to keep herself under some kind of control this time, and she was able to allow Betty to expert. She had satisfied many bigger girls that took a lot more satisfying than this little novice. And the two of them only grew more expert as the years passed.
But before returning to the present, and the events that led Paul to feel the strap across his tender twelve year old bottom, it must be pointed out that Paul was not entirely ignorant of certain facts of life during his tender years. Although his mother had considered seeing just what he could do, she became so wrapped up in her conquest of her daughter that she just didn't get around to it. Not to any worthwhile extent anyway. But it turned out that Paul had learned to keep his mouth shut and his hands to himself even before Betty did. He wasn't even three when he learned.
His baby sitter in the early days when his mother worked in the topless bar was named Carol. She was the one that lived a couple of houses away and was so glad to take him for the day while his mother had other things to do. Of course Carol didn't know what the other things were, and she was interested in the money, but she was also interested in Paul. And she was glad it was Paul that was being left with her and not Betty, because Carol didn't have the interest in girls that Ellen did.
Carol was about the same age as Ellen, and almost as pretty, but she wasn't built quite like her. There was nothing wrong with her, but she didn't have as much of everything as Ellen did. They only had one thing in common. They both had husbands that left them. So they were two women alone, except that Carol had no children.
And Carol had been a virgin when she was married. Before she met the man who was to become her husband, she had had very little to do with the opposite sex. Her mother had been very strict with her, and she wasn't even allowed to go out on dates. She could bring a fellow home all right, but it wasn't much fun with the mother sitting in the same room with them and knitting all the while. Carol grew up without even the guts to do anything on the side.
Just about the time Carol came of age, her mother died. And although she really did love her mother, she suddenly felt a sense of freedom that she had never felt before. The only thing was, she was not prepared for it. Too many years of being under her mother's thumb left her without any real knowledge of the world. Therefore, she was susceptible to the first guy with a good line that came along.
Unfortunately, he not only had a good line, but he was also very good-looking, and those two facts caused her to overlook the more important fact that he was also a louse. So she married the louse. And he stayed with her.long enough to get her cherry and teach her to love the attentions of the male animal. He had her so that she would just about beg on her knees for that wonderful male tool. It seemed to be the key that fit in her lock that opened her up to all the joys in the world. And just about when she felt as if she was sitting on a nice soft cloud of pleasure, it turned out to be nothing but a thunder cloud that opened itself beneath her and disappeared in a deluge of frustration as he tired of her and went off to seek newer and better cherries.
Like Ellen's husband, he never bothered to divorce her. He just took off. But whereas his actual absence didn't bother Ellen all that much, it just about tore Carol apart. It destroyed her faith in men, and she vowed that she would never get tangled up with another one. But it did not erase the memories of pleasure that she had gotten from that male. She wanted more of that, but she not only didn't know how to go about getting it, she also wouldn't have had the nerve. That was the legacy that her over protective mother left her.
She didn't think much of it when she was offered the job of baby sitter for Ellen's kids, because all she was thinking about was that she could use the money. It wasn't until after several sitting jobs that she first began to notice the little boy. And that was more or less an accident too, because the little boy had had an accident in his pants. It was the first that she actually had to change either of them. Betty was big enough to go to the toilet by herself, and normally Paul could too. But this time, the kids got so interested in whatever it was that they were playing, that Paul neglected to heed the call. Thus it becamse necessary for Carol to do something that she had not had the occasion to do before.
Of course Ellen just assumed that Carol would be able to cope with any emergency such as this that came up. She didn't know how ignorant Carol was when it came to children, or anything else for that matter. Anyway, Carol tried her best. She brought Paul upstairs and spread a cloth on the bed and layed him on it while she sought out a clean pair of pants, and then removed the soiled ones. She wasn't too happy at the sight of the mess, but she knew that it had to be cleaned off of him before the fresh pants could be put on, so she got to work.
It wasn't hard to see what Ellen used in a situation like this, because everything was layed out on the top of one of the bureaus in the room. Fresh pants, washclothes, powder, everything was there, only Carol had to figure out how to use it. She did all right though.
She wiped all she could off with the dirty pants that she had taken off of him, and then went into the bathroom and wet a cloth to clean up the rest. It worked fine. She got him shining clean, and he just lay there and took it like it was his own mother that was doing it. It wasn't until she dried him and started to use the powder that he noticed the difference.
It was then that Carol really began to notice things too, and between the two of them, they brought things to a head. In fact, it was the head that started the whole thing off. His mother had just poured the powder on him and then put his pants on, but this nice lady was rubbing the powder in, and somehow, he liked it much better that way.
She sprinkled it liberally all over the vital areas, and then as if she was afraid that it would come off, she began to work it in with her hands. Of course she was only unconsciously groping for something that she had been missing for a long time, but neither of them realized that at this particular time. It would take only a few minutes though before Carol's mind would get the message, and although Paul's mind was getting some kind of a message, he couldn't quite read it as yet. He could only react to it.
Carol didn't notice his reaction right away, as her own had confused her a bit, and rather than keep her mind on what she was doing on his front parts and working herself up, she turned him over to do the back. But she did the back the same way as she had done the front, with lots of manual manipulating, and as far as Paul was concerned, it was just as good. His dong grew beneath him as she rubbed and massaged the sensitive flesh of his bottom.
By the time she turned him back over, she had quite a surprise in store for her. He may not have been the man she was looking for, but he was certainly quite a little man. He was well on his way to becoming a big man. A very big man. And the big smile on his face as he presented his wares to her told her that he was not really interested in having his pants put back on right away. Neither was she.
He was far from what she had gotten used to with her husband, but at least he was a good reminder of things past that she wanted to bring into the present, and she could feel the old feeling building up in her as she reached down and proceeded to do the things that her husband had taught her to do.
She knew damn well that that thing would not be able to assuage the ache in her vagina, but there were other things that she could do that would help her to take care of herself. And she quickly forgot all about the little girl that she had left alone downstairs as she took hold of the hard little rod and began to experiment with it. It may have been barely one third the size of the one that she remembered, but outside of its lighter, softer color, it could have made a perfect miniature. And remembering how her husband had liked her to operate on his as they played their little games before getting down to the nitty-gritty, she began to play the same little games with Paul.
Carol only subconsciously heard the muffled giggles as she tested the loose flesh on the outside of the hard stick, but it was actually the reaction that she received that caused her to continue her manipulations ever more vigorously until the giggles weren't muffled anymore. The skin slid back and forth just as smoothly and easily as her husband's did, and the tighter she squeezed it between her fingers as she moved it up and down, the louder the giggles came. Man or boy, she thought to herself, they were all alike. And even though she had done this to only one man and one boy, she was a real girl, and she loved doing it. But that wasn't all that she wanted to do, and little Paul became the beneficiary of her latent hunger. Carol just i couldn't help herself. The ache in her groin forced the saliva to accumulate in her mouth as she watched the little mouth-like opening in the end of the dick open and close as her hand moved up and down. She remembered the way her husband liked it, and she remembered the way that she had been so reluctant to do it at first, and she also remembered that once the ice had been broken, he almost had to push her away even after her mouth had been filled to overflowing with his passion. She didn't think that this one would be able to fill her mouth either with itself or its passion, but what else did she have? And as she bent over- him, Paul was unable to see that her hand had disappeared into her panties at the same time.
As the scene progressed, it would have been difficult to tell which one of them was having the better time. When it came right down to it though, they were probably both having an equally good time, but in different ways and for different reasons. Paul was just having a plain old fashioned good time as his young body was experiencing something that it had never experienced before, but his mentor had almost left this world in her ecstasy of passion.
Most of that passion was produced by her own fingers of course, but that familiar yet unfamiliar bit of meat in her mouth helped it no end. She had played with herself many times since her husband had left, but never in an atmosphere such as this. It was just under the blankets, into the pussy, wipe off the results, and go to sleep and relive it in quite a different way in her dreams. But even in her dreams, she had not been able to feel or taste the male meat as she was doing now.
It took only a few minutes before it became necessary for her to change her own pants and re-dry and re-powder the little dick. The drying and powdering was easy to accomplish, but it was a bit difficult to put the pants on over the still hard dick of the boy that obviously was not finished yet. But by the time his pants were back on and he sat there on the bed watching the nice lady trying to figure out what to do with her own pants, the whole episode had faded into the background and his little meat returned to its normal position. He wasn't aware that Carol had decided to just roll up her wet pants and stick them in her handbag and hope that no one would notice that she was raw under her dress. But she had started something, and she was not finished either.
Carol sat with the kids for five nights a week, and after that first time that she discovered Paul, he wound up getting a blow-job five nights a week, and sometimes several of them a night, because not being able to come yet, he could take all she could give. It was only after Carol herself was depleted that the miniature orgy would cease.
Paul never said anything to anyone, but that was mostly because he wouldn't know what to say. He didn't know what was happening to him. The only thing that he knew was that he liked it, and Carol was the only one that would give it to him. So he never bothered seeking it from anyone else, and although Carol was worried that he might let the cat out of the bag, he never did, and they enjoyed a very friendly relationship for quite awhile.
Naturally she whispered a few hints in his ear as she lay beside him and jacked him off before they went really down. She was shy and not as vocal as Ellen, so she did not go into any lengthy discourses, but her short, breathy words had a sort of subliminal effect on the little boy, and even if he had any ideas about thinking that he could do the same things with his mother or sister, a little voice inside his head told him to wait for Jiis favorite baby sitter.
But naturally, all good things must come to an end, and Paul's good things came to an end even while his sister's good things were still gaining momentum. After only about a year of when Paul was only around four, Carol found another man, and she was now over her •distaste for men, thanks to Paul, and although she was only looking for a bigger and more satisfying dick, she also found a guy that could make her happy in the worldly ways that a girl wants to be made happy in. She moved away with him and left Paul high and dry. That was to be the little boy's first disappointment in his 'love life'. However, he was young enough to be able to withstand it.
The main reason he could withstand it though, was because he was totally unaware of what else was going on in the house. Without a permanent baby sitter, Ellen was reduced to only working during the times that she could get one. Sometimes it was only one or two days a week, but by now her fabulous body commanded so much attention that she was able to hold on to her job and work whenever she was able to. The amount of money that she received naturally went down along with the time that she worked, but she still was able to make a decent living.
Where she had previously fended the advances of the men off as she waited on them, figuring that she didn't have to put up with that as long as she was making a good salary, she soon found out that she could make a lot more in tips by giving those men a surreptitious little feel as she bent over the table. They were only too willing to leave a little more under the dish if they got a little pinch of those juicy red nipples. So even though she was forced to work less, and came home with sore tits, she was making as much and sometimes more than when she was working all the time.
She might have preferred that the more knowledgable fingers of the female sex would be interested, but she had to take what she could get. There were some nice young male fingers that helped to up her take-home pay, but most of them were old, tough, gnarled fingers belonging to bald-headed thrill seekers who didn't give a damn about the tenderness of her flesh. And then there were a few others. Someone could recognize it as out and out lesbians, and others were just bored housewives that were out for any kind of a thrill that they could get. And then there were a few, but only a few, that were sincere. And as a pretty young thing that might not have even been in a place like this before happened to brush the back of her hand against Ellen's nipple as she leaned over the table to place a drink, Ellen knew that she had something to work on.
And since she didn't have too many days, or nights, to work in the bar because of the lack of baby sitters, Ellen had to do everything she could to make up for the time lost. And after awhile, she got the hang of it, and was able to more than make up the time.
She began to be able to read the customers like books. All males she immediately discarded. Good looking, rich looking, no matter how they looked, she had reverted to her old self completely, and she was not about to hook up with any male in anything that might lead to a permanent relationship. Better to leave them entirely alone. A titty pinching she could take, but she was going to keep her second cherry.