Chapter 1
Nora heard the door shut, quietly downstairs and she shivered under the blankets, as if she were suddenly enveloped by the cold that was screaming in the black night outside her window.
She glanced over at the clock beside her head on the night table and cursed. It was well after two in the morning, and she had hardly slept at all since she'd gone to bed four hours ago.
She listened attentively, hearing the faint sounds that her daughter was making as she slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor of their house. Maria was trying her best to be silent, but her mother's ears were too sharp.
As she heard the padding footsteps passing by her door, the woman sat up sharply in bed, and flicked on the lamp.
"All right, get in here, damn it," she hissed. Outside her door, the young girl stopped cold in mid-step.
Nora waited for a single heartbeat, then hissed again, angrily. "Come on, Maria, don't try and pretend you're not there," she growled. "I said get in here!"
She heard a sigh from beyond her door, and a moment later, her daughter stepped into the room, an expression on her face that suggested guilt at being caught, and bold defiance at the same time.
"I was trying not to wake you," the young girl insisted.
Nora gazed at her daughter, taking in the smooth, graceful line of her body and the sweet, nearly innocent shape of her face. Her features were smooth and unmarred, but her lips were thin, almost cruel, and the way she carried herself lent a certain degree of uncaring to her image.
"I was awake all the time," the woman murmured. "Did you think I could sleep when my fifteen-year-old daughter is out half the night?" Maria Welsey sighed impatiently. She leaned against the door, indulgently and crossed her arms as she shook her head.
"Ohh, God, mother, I'm old enough to take care of myself," she groaned.
"That's just what I'm afraid of, young lady," Nora grunted. "Sometimes I think you are just a little bit too old for yourself."
"Mother, really," the young girl sighed. "You act as if I were a little kid."
Nora Welsey sighed as loudly as her daughter. "I sometimes wish you were," she hissed. "Then, perhaps, I could keep track of you a little bit better."
"You know where I was," her daughter spat. "I was over at Allison Downey's house playing records."
"Who else was there?" her mother snarled. "I'm sure you and Allison weren't all by yourselves, because I know you don't give a damn about her one way or the other. All you care about is her record collection and the money she has to spend."
He daughter stood up straight, her hands on her hips, tiny bosom jutting forward angrily. "That's not true," she snarled. "I like her a lot."
Her mother laughed bitterly. "Maria, you don't like anyone a lot," she muttered. "You care less for people than what they can do for you, and I know it."
Her daughter turned her lip up into a cold, cruel sneer. "What would you know?" she laughed, sharply. "The last thing you proved you knew resulted in me!"
Her mother jerked back in her bed as if she had been slapped. She blinked her eyes in shock and anger and shook her head, slowly. "Come over here, young lady," she hissed softly.
"Are you going to hit me, Mother?" Maria chuckled softly. She walked toward the bed without any fear at all. "Are you going to slap me for the truth?"
She was standing beside the bed then, hands on her hips, her head slightly bowed to receive the blow if it came. Nora Welsey had her hand in the air, her fingers rigid and stiff to strike.
She saw her daughter's offered cheek, the rosy coloring fresh from the brisk air outside, the lips set in a tight, thin line of defiance. She drew her hand back a bit more, but it was as if someone were holding her arm, for she could not strike.
"How can you talk that way to me?" she whispered intently. "How can you dare speak like that to your own mother, Maria?"
The girl stood back up and chuckled softly. "Because you always talk so much about being honest, Mother dear," the girl said, evenly. "And you say that one can never be harmed by the truth."
Nora Welsey shivered in bed, her thirty-two-year-old body quaking almost out of her control. She could not bear to strike her daughter, could not even entertain the thought of harming the lovely, delicate child.
"Ohh, God, God, how can you do this to me?" she moaned, tears coming to her eyes. "How can you torture me like this, Maria?"
The young girl's laugh was nearly harsh and cruel. "Ohh, stop it Mother," she hissed impatiently. "You act as if I were out whoring on the streets instead of listening to records!"
Nora's head jerked up and she stared at her daughter in horror. "Don't even say such a thing," she gasped. "Dear God, don't even think it."
Maria shook her head, sourly and walked toward her mother's bedroom door. "Don't worry, Mother, I'm not stupid," she sighed. "I don't intend to get myself in a mess."
She stopped at the door and glanced back at her mother, the smile of contempt and complete assurance wide on her lips. "I'm too smart to make those kind of mistakes, Mother," she chuckled. "After all, I've had an example set for me, haven't I?"
Her mother's eyes narrowed once more. She felt a burning pain sweeping through her chest, making her heart pound with fierce and savage anger. "Don't be such a little bitch, Maria," she growled. "Or I'll just see that you don't leave this house for a month except to go to school."
The girl laughed in delight and turned away without responding. Nora sat up further in bed and called after her. "Just for that, young lady, you're grounded for a month," she barked. "I mean it, this time, a whole, God damn month! Her rage and her large, heavy breasts were rising and falling against the pajama top she was wearing, as her breathing became rapid and forced.
This kind of thing had been going on for nearly six months, now, ever since the girl's fifteenth birthday. Lately, Maria had been getting more and more bold about defying her, and she had to put a stop to it.
She, herself, might have made a lot of mistakes in her day, but she wasn't going to let that happen to her little girl. Maria was not going to get knocked up by the first boy that tickled her heart, or more pointedly, her pussy. She was going to learn discipline and self-control, if Nora had to beat it into her.
She laughed, harshly to herself. That was an amusing thing to consider. She had never once laid a hand on the girl, and she didn't think she would ever reach the point by this time.
The very idea of marring that perfect, lovely face with a bruise make her stomach turn with a sickening wrench. It was unthinkable to strike Maria, so grounding her would have to do.
She lay in bed, wiping the tears from her eyes, wondering how the change had come about without her realizing it before it was complete. She had always spoiled the girl, given her as much of everything she had wanted as she could, but even that did not explain it completely to her.
As a little girl, Maria had been sweet and loving, devoted to her. She had always wanted to be with her mommy, and wanted only to please her mommy whenever and however she could. As a little girl, Maria had been perfect, as a budding teenage girl, she was turning into a horror.
Nora sighed and shook her head. How she wished, sometimes, that Maria was a little girl again. How she ached to have her at that tender age of eleven or twelve, just passing from childhood to girlhood. Those had been the best times, for the girl had been old enough to understand things, then, and yet, still young enough to seem and actually be, completely innocent.
Nora could not figure out what had gone wrong. She hated to think that she gave the girl any sense of jealousy or resentment for her youth. After all, she herself was only thirty-two, hardly an old woman yet.
And, in many, many ways, she did not envy the girl her youth at all. She knew too well, how difficult the teenage years could be on a girl, and she would not have wanted to go through them again for anything.
Being an adult might not be the easiest thing in the world, for it was no picnic, that was certain, but then again, it wasn't hell, either, and it sure beat being a kid, in her mind.
Of course, she realized, that her own teenage years had been different than many other girl's. She had been pregnant with Maria at sixteen, and that could easily account for a lot of her bad memories.
Being a teenage mother was truly hell, especially when the father leaves you a year after the girl is born and you never see him again. She still hated Jake Welsey for running off and deserting her. Not so much for herself, but for the daughter they both had brought into this world.
She sighed, realizing she was lucky enough that he still sent her money every month for the child. Sometime during the third week of each month, she received a generous money order in the mail to pay his share of the load.
She never knew what he did, never knew how he came to be able to send them so much. By now, the check was over five hundred a month. Always from a different place, sometimes clear across the world.
She entertained the idea that he was a seaman. That he worked on some big, ocean-going ship and traveled the world seeing new and exotic places. She cursed him for that, too, for she was trapped in Lorenville, unable to travel or see anything of the world at all.
She had her beauty shop, of course, and while she and the girl were not rich, they ate well and dressed warmly. They had enough, and more, she felt, and she saw no reason for her child to be ashamed of their life.
She groaned again and leaned over to turn off the light. The room was bathed in darkness then, lit only by the glow of light coming in from the hallway. She shook her head and rose from her reclining position to get up and turn it out, when she saw her daughter standing in the frame of the door.
The soft glow of the hall light outlined her body in that moment. Maria was wearing the sheer, transparent nightgown she'd bought her for her birthday, and Nora's breath suddenly caught in her throat as she gazed at the teenager.
The filtered light made her lithe, trim frame almost glisten, and Nora could see the young girl's nipples were taut and erect against the gown. Her hair was done in pig tails, then, and all the make-up she had been wearing had been scrubbed clean from her face.
The young girl took a step forward and licked her lips to make them glisten, almost erotically. In her flesh, Nora felt a quickening warmth that frightened her, and she moaned as the tingling sensation she had grown used to began to race through her loins, uncontrollably.
Maria stepped quickly over to the bed and sat down beside her mother. Her eyes were wide, blazing now with a calm assurance and an equally controlled determination. "Ohh, Mommy, don't be mad at me," she murmured, pushing the covers aside so that she could slip in beside her mother. "I hate it when you're mad at me."
Nora shuddered, her mind blazing with an attempt to control herself. She could not let it happen again, she thought, she just could not. It was horrible, was terrible to do that, but she was losing her hold on her self-discipline rapidly as she felt the warmth of her daughter's body next to hers.
The fifteen-year-old snuggled close to her, edging her body tightly against Nora's and sighing, with an ache in her voice, they tightly embraced. Through the thin material of her nightgown, Nora could feel the trembling in her daughter's shoulders.
"Ohh, Mommy, you know how I hate to sleep alone, sometimes," the girl murmured. Her lips were warm and soft at Nora's throat, and the woman groaned as a harsh, burning spasm .ripped through her loins as the tender petals fluttered against her flesh. "I get so nervous and upset when I have to be alone!" Nora could feel Maria's fingers toying with the buttons to her pajama top, pulling it free with a gentle tug of her hand. While her mind screamed at her to brush the girl's hand away, her flesh trembled eagerly for the touch of the girl's soft, pink fingers against it.
"No ... no we can't," moaned the woman almost breathlessly. "Stop it ... stop it ... Maria, we mustn't!"
The young girl laughed quietly and moved her lips upward over her mother's cheek. She had the pajama top open, now, and was tracing a path with her nails across the full, ripe mounds of her mother's breasts.
"Hush, Mommy," the girl murmured softly. "You're little girl is cold and scared. She needs to be close to you, now!"
Nora felt her daughter's lips suddenly brushing across her own, and the kiss was almost fiery in its warmth and intensity. She groaned softly as Maria cupped her hand over her breast and kneaded it insistently.
"Ohh, God, stop it, stop it," she whispered frantically. "I ... I can't bear it, Maria, I can't, I can't!"
The young girl giggled childishly. "Ooo, but Mommy, Mommy, it's so nice," she laughed. "Ooo, I just love to do this Mommy and we used to do it all the time!"
She kneaded the soft, spongy globe more pointedly, then, rubbing the hard, taut nipple back and forth with her thumb, while she flicked her tongue at Nora's tightly clenched teeth. The woman groaned almost savagely, shuddering with a violent spasm as she felt the stabbing dart force her teeth apart.
Her flesh was burning with need, then, as her daughter slipped her tongue into her mouth, and hungrily entwined it around her own. She gasped as Maria's fingers rode over her belly and began to pull on the snap to her pajama bottom.
As if they had a mind of their own, her own hands began to explore her daughter's flesh through the sheer nightgown she was wearing. They were lying side by side on the bed, now, and greedily, Nora rode the palm of her hand over the girl's buttocks, and her free hand down to the tiny, pert mounds of her breasts.
The girl nearly sobbed with delight as Nora cupped her hand over one, small sphere and squeezed it lovingly in her palm. Nora felt the tender, pink nipple expanding, growing taut against her palm and digging into her flesh through the sheer material of the gown. She could feel the tingling in her daughter's breast as she massaged it, and her own loins were throbbing with a fierce intensity as Maria plucked at the button to her pajamas.
"Ummm, Mommy, Mommy, that's so nice," the girl giggled. "Ooo, you make me feel so wonderful, Mommy, just like always, you do!"
She felt the girl slipping her fingers inside of her pajamas and Nora sobbed as the smooth, warm fingers rode over her aching mound. The mere touch of the digits against her flesh made the woman groan with passion, and she rocked, spasmodically on the bed as her daughter massaged her aching hillock.
Maria's mouth grew more excited against her mother's as she caressed the thick, damp mound of her cunt. She slithered her fingers through the tangled thatch of hair that covered the mound, tugging on the strands, playfully.
Nora's body trembled with uncontrollable wanting, then, and she rode her free hand greedily over her daughter's buttocks, kneading and caressing the pert half moons with increasing passion.
She gripped and squeezed the spongy buttocks through the gown and listened, with shameful delight to her child's groans of pleasure. There did not seem any way for her to escape this terrible passion, then, for she felt her body, if not her mind, surrendering to her desires, greedily.
"Ohh, baby, yes, make your mommy feel good," she groaned, thickly. "Yes, darling Maria, ohhh, yes, make her feel nice!"
Maria chuckled thickly and rode the tips of her fingers up and down along the quivering wetness of her mother's cunt petals. She rolled and pinched the thick, swollen petals between her digits and pulled on them demandingly.
Nora jerked violently as a harsh, tearing need ripped through her cave, and the throbbing desire pounded in her loins with a growing intensity. Her body felt as if it were charged with an erotic electricity, and she could hardly breathe, for the surging need she was experiencing.
Her own hands became more greedy and insistent then, and she rode one of them swiftly beneath her daughter's gown, over the smooth, warm flesh of her inner thighs. She felt the young girl eagerly spreading her tender limbs apart, greedily receiving the caress her mother offered her.
As she cupped her fingers around the damp, nearly hairless mound of her daughter's crotch, she felt the throbbing, incredible heat that poured from the girl's cave, caressing her digits, enticingly. She moaned, riding her fingers in a lazy circle around the rim of Maria's hillock, pinching and teasing her mound, lovingly.
"So warm, so wet, so alive," she whispered brokenly. "God, God, Maria, what do you do to me, what do you do to your mother?" The young girl laughed, knowingly. "I make my Mommy happy," she nearly giggled. "I always love to make my Mommy happy!"
The woman jerked violently as she felt her daughter's lips riding down over her throat, kissing her hungrily, while her hand was gently massaging her aching mound. She felt the soft, teasing tip of Maria's thumb rubbing against her clit, and the almost stinging pain of delight that resulted in her flesh, was nearly unbearable.
She sobbed as Maria expertly massaged her cunt mound. Her fingers darted and scraped against her vaginal lips, and her thumb was powerfully stimulating as it caressed her burning clit.
Her own hands were wild against the girl's flesh, then, they kneaded and squeezed her breasts, and fondled the moist, warm loins of the child, hungrily. The girl's pussy lips were quivering violently as Nora caressed them, and the woman sighed with a shameless satisfaction as she felt the tender petals trembling against her hand.
"Ohhhh, Mommy, Mommy, that's so nice, ohh, yessss," the young girl cooed delightfully. "Ummm, I just love when you do that to me, Mommy, I just love it, yes!"
Her daughter's body was jerking and shuddering spasmodically as she fondled and caressed it, and Nora's own flesh was seething with need as Maria rode her fingers hungrily along the cleft between her pussy lips. She felt the girl's lips moving across her breasts, then, kissing and lathering them with a greedy wanting.
"Jesus, ohhh, God, yes, kiss them, yes," Nora moaned uncontrollably. "Now, darling, God, kiss my breasts, now!"
The girl laughed softly and rolled the tip of her tongue around the base of one hard nipple. Nora groaned wildly as she felt the girl gathering the taut, aching nugget between her teeth and gripping it tightly.
Maria lashed at the imprisoned nipple wildly with her tongue, slashing back and forth until her mother was jerking about the bed in a writhing tremor of ecstasy. She sucked more of the woman's breast into her mouth, then, and gently inserted two of her fingers into her mother's cave.
Nora nearly screamed at the delightful invasion. Her cunt walls undulated savagely around the probing spears, her inner flesh nearly agonized with pleasure as the fingers rode deep into her throbbing pit.
She jerked violently on the bed, then, gasping and sobbing as her daughter twisted and turned her fingers to the depths of her cave. In a matter of moments, she had her digits buried to the hilt in Nora's channel, and was scraping them, greedily against the quivering interior of the woman's aching tunnel.
"Ohh, God, God, yes," the woman moaned in ecstasy. Her own fingers were probing insistently against her daughter's pussy, then, trying desperately to enter the hot, wet passage of her loins. "Ummm, darling, Maria my child, ohh, God, I can't bear it any longer, I can't!"
The girl laughed in delight and sucked harder on her mother's captured breast. She lathered the nipple greedily with her tongue and began to pump her fingers in and out of the woman's cave.
Each stroke she took made the hot, quivering flesh undulate with a violent tremor, and the woman sobbed with pleasure, twisting savagely beneath the girl's plunging spears. Her cunt muscles undulated wildly around the driving spears, kneading and gripping them with fierce demand.
Now, Nora's fingers pushed their way into her daughter's cave, and she listened with pleasure to the girl's sob of delight as she penetrated her hot, taut channel with the eager prongs.
She felt the tiny cunt muscles quaking against her searching fingers as she slipped them deeper into Maria's cave, and her daughter's inner flesh quivered delightfully in rhythmic patterns as she buried her fingers as deeply in the tunnel as she could.
Her passion was too powerful, now, to be resisted anymore. Nora could not deny her need any longer, and she kneaded the girl's breasts, savagely through the sheer nightgown, squeezing and massaging them almost brutally in her wanting.
Her cunt was pounding from the rhythmic stroke of her daughter's fingers, and she listened, with satisfaction, to the girl's gasping sobs of pleasure, as they tore past her trembling lips.
"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, ummm, that's so nice," the little girl, giggled. "Oooo, you do that so nice to me, Mommy, I love it so, I do!"
As Nora rode her fingers in and out of the young girl's pit, she could feel the give and take of the child's maidenhead, each time she crashed her digits into it. The young girl gasped with a slight bit of pain, then sighed as the pleasure took hold of her again.
She flexed her cunt muscles around her mother's pumping spears, squeezing and gripping them to urge the woman's passion on. Her own fingers were exploring the hot, wet tunnel of Nora's pussy, greedily, then, and her mouth beginning to slowly journey downward along her quivering belly.
"Ohhh, Maria, ohh, this is so good," the woman moaned. She felt her daughter pushing her over on her back, forcing her to lay down. Maria pushed her thighs apart insistently, and Nora jerked involuntarily as she felt the sweet, moist tip of the girl's tongue slithering through her cunt hair.
She shivered violently as the sensuous darting tongue lashed suddenly at her clit. The violent tremors of delight roared through her loins with a burning fury and her eyes shut tight as the pleasure consumed her.
She rocked back and forth, her hands fluttering about her daughter's body, wildly as the girl lathered her mound. She was moaning and sobbing with need, her flesh nearly on fire with wanting as Maria hungrily attacked her aching hillock.
"There, yes, there," she sobbed. "Oooh, darling, Maria, my pet, there, always there, darling, yes, yes!"
The girl was laughing soft as she felt her mother's hands trying desperately to draw her own body over hers. She lifted her legs and settled each long, tapered thigh on either side of the woman's head, and held her cunt just inches from the woman's eager mouth.
"Eat me, Mommy," she giggled enticingly. "Eat me, please, please, please!"
The woman's greedy tongue lashed upward and slithered along the length of Maria's cunt lips. The girl groaned in aching response and mashed her own, soft, sensual mouth against her mother's loins.
She locked her teeth around Nora's trembling clit and sucked the juicy nugget into her mouth. Nora screamed softly as she felt her daughter's tongue lashing at her captured morsel, the stinging delight of the attack tearing through her loins with a throbbing agony.
Hungrily, now, she gripped Maria's buttocks in her hands and pulled the girl's hot, wet mound to her greedy lips. She inhaled the perfumed scent of her daughter's pit and shivered as the delightful aroma filled her nostrils completely.
She rode her tongue upward, lathering at the twitching nugget of the girl's clit happily, and the fifteen-year-old sobbed with the surging of pleasure that raced along the length of her virginal passage, and ground her cunt down hard on her mother's eager, sucking lips.
Hungrily, Nora swiftly rode her tongue up into the hot, taut channel of her daughter's cunt. The girl's vaginal muscles quickly locked around the invading prong and squeezed it greedily and passionately inside of her.
She rocked from left to right as Nora lathered her inner walls, and sent her own, pink, teasing arrow deep into the woman's burning pit. Nora sobbed with pleasure as she felt her daughter's tongue lathering her inner flesh, flicking back and forth against her pussy walls, viciously.
The two of them hugged each other's cunt to their faces then, and sucked on the hot, dripping chambers, passionately. They were drinking the thick, creamy juice that flowed from their caves, gulping it down with eager abandon as they rode their tongues wildly inside of each other.
Violently, Nora pumped her tongue in and out of her daughter's cave, while gnawing savagely on the girl's swollen pussy lips. She rolled them between her teeth and lashed her tongue against the girl's inner flesh with increasing greed. Maria sobbed with pleasure, her body shuddering uncontrollably above her mother's head.
Her own lips and teeth attacked the woman's pussy ruthlessly, now, driving her spear deep into the hot, steaming channel and sucking on the creamy tunnel with increased frenzy.
Their cunts were throbbing powerfully by this time, the walls drawing tighter and tighter as their lust reached a feverish pitch. They could feel the building of an orgasm in their caves, and the rumbling pleasure that was about to explode inside of them was almost an agony to endure.
"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, something's going to happen inside me," the girl sobbed, her voice clearly that of a young girl's now. "Oooo, it feels so funny and good, Mommy, so funny, and good, indeed!"
The fifteen-year-old began to shudder and quake, mashing her cunt down hard against the woman's darting tongue and sucking lips. She sobbed breathlessly as the climax exploded in the depths of her virginal passage and the roar of liquid release began to wash over her mother's greedy mouth.
Nora sucked and drank from the hot, liquid lust that was pouring from her daughter's pit. She tasted the delicious cream on her tongue and swallowed the bursting fluid, happily. She felt Maria's inner walls undulating violently against her darting tongue, and she held the girl's throbbing mound fiercely against her eager mouth.
Inside her own, burning passage, Nora could feel the ecstasy of her orgasm nearing its own moment of savage eruption. She sobbed, quaking violently as the tremors took control of her, and she was nearly breathless with excitement, as she felt the surge of passion consuming her.
She shuddered uncontrollably, bucking fiercely as the hot, churning passion of her wanting burst in her cave and waves of delicious relief swept through her. The burning intensity of her orgasm was beyond her control, now, and she thrust her cunt hard against her child's mouth, as her pleasure consumed her.
"Ohh, God, darling, God, Maria, yes," she sobbed, her voice tortured and weak with need. "I'm coming, my love, coming my little girl, coming so damn good, yes, yes!"
The girl greedily sucked and lathered her mother's bursting channel. She tasted the sweetness of the woman's lust on her tongue and she laughed with satisfaction at having once more brought the woman to overwhelming ecstasy.
She drove her tongue deep into Nora's throbbing channel and flicked it wickedly against the quivering inner walls. Nora jerked and shuddered wildly, now, her whole body one seething mass of erotic fulfillment.
The woman was moaning thickly as her daughter finally pulled away from her and slipped off the bed, leaving Nora to tremble with the lingering spasms of ecstasy that raced through her.
"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, that was so nice," she chuckled softly. "I just love it when we do that, don't you?"
Nora sobbed, her eyes filled with tears of shame as she stared at her daughter beside the bed. The harsh, cruel stabbing of lust was deep in her pit, then, and her flesh was still locked in the grip of tingling excitement. "You ... you little ... little witch," she moaned. "How ... how can ... can you do that? How ... can you laugh at it?"
The girl chuckled wildly. "Because I love you, Mommy," she giggled. She turned on her heel and stepped toward the door. She turned out in the hall and smiled back at her mother. "And I'm not grounded anymore, am I, Mommy?" she hissed.
Nora Wesley sobbed with guilt and shame and turned her head into her pillow. As her gasping, choking cries of despair and self-loathing filled her bedroom, she could hear the faint echo of her daughter's triumphant laughter cutting through them, like a skilled surgeon's knife through defenseless flesh.
She moaned with the shame she felt, but knew at the same time, that the passions she felt for her daughter were too powerful to be denied ...