Chapter 12
The alarm didn't go off in the morning. By the time Trudy opened an eye and peeked at the clock, it was quarter after seven and unless Hank got going he would be late for work. Trudy was so busy the next twenty-thirty minutes, getting Hank into the shower, making his lunch and whipping him up a quickie breakfast drink that her deep belly agitation didn't return until he pulled out of the driveway and she collapsed over coffee. Then she knew that something just had to be done.
It wasn't that she didn't love Hank, she did. She tingled when she was around him and when he held her, she wished she could just dissolve into his body and become one. But this other thing was different. Ever since Chuck had blown her mind and soared her to the heights of sensual, salacious, rapturous bliss with his thunderous prick, it seemed she had lived with this new demon inside her.
She loved Hank, but his cock just wasn't long enough to extinguish the craving fires of carnal passion that smoldered in her womb. Her brother Tom had done it. Oh Lordie, had he ever! And old Mr. Lamb. Trudy moaned and dug her fingers into her belly trying to stop the awful ache that throbbed and ripped in her deep labyrinths. Mr. Lamb had been the best by far. Why, oh why did the old man have to have a heart attack?
"Oh, what's the matter with me?" Trudy spoke out loud to the kitchen walls. "Stop it. You've got to stop it! You can't spend your life lusting after other men when you're a married woman." She jerked her hand away from her paining groin and gulped some coffee. She would just have to live with it! She had to put it out of her mind and be content with Hank's inept, frustrating love-making. Shit! The ringing of the phone jarred her mind off of Hank and her problem. It was her mother.
"Well dear, it's been two days since you called. Are you ready for a sympathetic ear and a soft shoulder to cry on?"
"What? What do you mean?" For some reason Trudy panicked. She didn't want the world to know of her anguish.
"Oh stop," Grace said. "I'm your mother, remember? I know what you're going through. I've been there myself. Now if you want to talk it out, I'll be here all day. Come over. Maybe I can help you."
For some reason, totally un-like herself, Trudy suddenly broke down and bawled like a baby over the phone. "Oh Mother," she wailed, "I'm so unhappy and ashamed."
"I know. dear. I know." Grace commiserated. "Come over for a spell and we'll talk. You have the sickness, honey, and I'm responsible. You inherited it from me. But come over. I've learned to live with it. It can be done. I'll tell you how."
Trudy was at the end of her rope. She could no longer pretend her cravings didn't exist, but she loved Hank and didn't want to lose him. And if her mother had a solution? "In an hour, mother," Trudy said. "I'll fix my face and be over."
"You have three choices, honey." Grace had sat Trudy down on the couch and listened while Trudy poured out her losing fight against infidelity. "First, you can get yourself a dildo and use it when Hank isn't around. Second, you can talk Hank into joining a number of swinging couple sets." Grace smiled. "That shouldn't be too hard. He didn't fight when you brought him to me. Or three, you can do neither, and quietly, but surely go insane. It's up to you.
"Mother!" Trudy was shocked. "I thought you were going to help me? Not... not?"
Grace was shaking her head. "That's it, dear. There isn't a fourth. You're a nympho just like me. You must have sexual satisfaction or believe me, you will do something crazy."
Another shocking thought entered Trudy's mind, "Then, you've been doing this to daddy all along?"
Grace grinned. "All along. But, with his consent and full cooperation, I might add. He loves strange pussy as much as I need different cock. It's worked out. We're happy."
Trudy's mind was in a whirl. So many revelations had assaulted her in such a short time. "Then," she tried to sort out what her mother was telling her. "Then you and daddy joined a swinging couples set?"
"It's called swapping." Grace still smiled. "Yes, that and other things."
"Other things?"
"I also use a dildo when your father is tired or sick or if the swapping doesn't turn out as well as I want."
"Dildo?" That was the second time her mother had used the expression. "What's a dildo?"
"You've never seen one?" Grace was amused. "Oh, dear child. It's the spinster's delight. Mine is upstairs. Come on, I'll show you."
Trudy followed her mother upstairs to the bathroom. It was in the bottom drawer along with her douche bag. Grace removed the twelveto fourteen-inch imitation cock and handed it to Trudy. "Isn't it a beauty? Your daddy gave it to me on our twentieth anniversary. Up until then I was using a crude old child's rubber baseball bat."
Trudy handled the surprisingly light, hollow, but thick as her arm, sponge-rubber soft phallus.
"It's made of plastic," Grace said and bent it in Trudy's hands. "It's stout enough to stretch your vagina without collapsing. Yet it is soft enough not to injure a woman. I love it."
Trudy was breathing faster and felt a love droplet ooze from her palpitating pussy. Good God, but it did strange things to her emotions. She wiggled slightly to rub her suddenly itching cunt lips while the blood pounded in her temples. "You... you just put it in you?" she asked.
"Vasoline first." Grace was grinning. "Ease it in as far as you can stand and pump away. Do you want me to leave you alone with it for a while?"
Strangely, Trudy wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed. "What's that?" She pointed to another dildo contraption in the bottom drawer.
"This?" Her mother pulled it out. It was another dildo just like the one Trudy held, only it had a half cup affair on the opposite side of the glans penis and straps attached. "Another gift from you father, to be used by the girls in my bridge club." Grace laughed again. "He. knows we don't play bridge."
Trudy frowned, she surely didn't understand Grace saw her question. "One woman straps this one on and gets on top and does the screwing. I you're being screwed and close your eyes you don' know the difference. A hot body is on you pumpin! and straining. So it's a woman! What's the difference? See this little hook affair in the cup?" Grace pointed out the semi-soft inch-long plastic. "Every time the woman on top pushes down, that little peter rubs her clitoris; when she withdraws the dildo, it rubs again. Both enjoy themselves. It' something else." Grace tossed it back into the drawer. "Well, there're your three choices, dear Dildo, swapping, or go nuts. What's it going to be?'
Trudy couldn't pull her eyes off the dildo contraption in the drawer nor blot out what her mother had said. "One woman straps it on and does the screwing, you close your eyes, and it's a hot body what's the difference?" Hell! There had to be world of difference! Trudy remembered Mrs. Lamb with her hot, soft velvet skin and large satin breasts That would be different! It had to be different. Men weren't that soft nor smelt that good!
Just the thought of warm soft breasts mashing and tingling with her own mammary mounds sent gluttonous desires cascading throughout her. That, and at the same time being fucked with a prick the size of the one she held in her hand! Oh my! Oh my!
Grace caught the yearning in Trudy's eyes and noticed her quickened breath and her wiggling to ease the insistent gnawing in her crotch. "You're in need right now, aren't you, dear?" When Trudy looked at her, Grace saw her daughter's agony. Grace made up her mind. After all, she had screwed her son, there was no reason why she shouldn't satisfy her daughter. "Take off your clothes, dear. I'll strap it on. We'll get rid of your pain in a hurry."
Trudy was going to protest and run from the room. She was so embarrassed. But then she remembered her mother undressing her and preparing her for Chuck. Hell! What was the difference? Besides, it wasn't as if she were going to do to her mother what Mrs. Lamb had done to her. All her mother was going to do was demonstrate this gadget. Trudy stripped off her clothes and lay naked on the bed.
Trudy was fascinated and slightly amazed at her mother's figure. Although Tom was nineteen and she, eighteen, her mother's breasts were still large, resilient, creamy mounds of voluptuous womanhood. Her areolas were a light maroon and slightly larger than a half a dollar and her nipples pale pink ish and small, like tiny succulent raisins. Her mother's skin was a pinkish-creamy-white with the texture of satin softness and her waist was small, al. most as tiny as her own. Even after two children, Grace's stomach was flat and lean looking and her legs were that of a fifteen-year-old.
Trudy watched her mother position the cup of the dildo just over her pussy and strap the huge plastic-sponge rubber cock on. Instead of vaseline, Grace used mineral oil. She laid the massive phony cock in her left hand and slowly poured the oil up and down its colossal length with her right. Then she lovingly rubbed the slippery oil around, over, up and down the enormous prong until it glistened and shone with a debasing, lascivious, lustful shine.
Grace finished and looked over to Trudy. "Are you ready, honey?"
Trudy bobbed her head, afraid to speak lest her doubts quiver her voice and gave away the inner fear that there was no way she would be able to accept all of that massive imitation cock. Grace came over to the bed. "Get your legs open, honey." She smiled. "Here it comes, ready or not."
"Easy, mama!" Trudy splayed her legs and bent her knees. Trudy watched her mother position herself between her legs and aim the massive cudgel at her salivating quim, then she closed her eyes and waited.
Trudy felt the enormous head push into her controlled, frenzied hole. The massive girth seemed to swell and swell until she opened her mouth to cry out, then the glans-penis slipped past her stretched vulva lips and paused in delicious, glistening joy.
"Deep breath, honey," Grace said. "Relax, it will get better." And it did. Oh Lordie, did it ever! Grace would push an inch or two of the immense dildo into her, then retreat and do it again. Slowly, salaciously, luxuriously, the huge pole slid in and out of her erogenous, sparkling, demanding hot hole and sky-rocketed mini-cum explosions of exquisite tumultuous glee throughout her body.
Grace stopped her plunging just short of Trudy's ravenous, wanting womb and laid her searing, satin, voluptuous breasts against Trudy's ardent, aroused breasts. The contact was that of electric lustful enchantment. "Oh, mama, mama!" Trudy moaned from the luminous sensuous harvest and clawed at her mother's ass-cheeks to embed .the marvelous flagellum in her craving womb. "Oh mamaaa!"
Grace had been fucked by the dildo many, many times. She knew what her head-tossing, craving, wanting daughter was experiencing. But it was too soon to bottom the battering enormous piston in her daughter's ooze. Besides, the slow in and out, lone, luxurious strokes of the dildo were activating the tiny prick in the cup she wore. Each time she hunch-fucked into Trudy's moaning body, the wee miniature cock rubbed insistent, caressing, erotic waves of lascivious preciousness from her clitoris that spun her brain into glorious fuck-desire and quickened her breath.
Grace loved being the fucker just as much as she enjoyed being the fuckee. The lustrous, ecstatic nipple neither blew her mind into a cum-delirium nor did it kill the incandescent, precious, ravenous climb to rapturous heights. The slow, long, strokes in and out of Trudy's torrid, love-seeping, gripping cunt canal merely worked the tiny digit over and across her clitoris to a salacious splendour that intensified and built until her mind would be an animal fuck-hole of excruciating rapture. Grace didn't want to hurry it. She wanted it to last forever.
"Here, honey," Grace panted and offered one of her perspiring perfumed, voluptuous breasts for Trudy's lips. "Suck it, sweet, bite and gnaw my nipple."
Trudy did and a new exquisite, provocative, lustful sensation clouded into her brain. She was sucking a scorching hot, inner trembling breast while a massive, huge, hard cock was sawing in and out of her insatiable, gluttonous, craving cunt. She was in heaven! It was like swimming in a tremulous, satin, luxurious pond of erogenous bliss. Now if Grace would only ram the precious prick into her all the way, she would die in peace. Trudy let loose of the radiating tit node and begged, "In me, Mother! Ram it all the way in me."
"Yes, dear," Grace said, but continued her slow, long, luxurious strokes. She had no intention of quitting so soon.