Chapter 5
Kay was asleep on the couch in the living room when Torchy arrived back home. The raven-haired girl switched off the TV set and then sat down at the edge of the couch, next to her mother. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if perhaps she should just let her continue to sleep.
She was about to cover her with an afghan when the redhead opened her eyes. "Hiya, baby," Kay said, and looked up into her daughter's face. "Oh, boy-I dozed off, right in the middle of this movie! What the heck time is it getting to be, anyway?"
Torchy glanced down at her wrist watch. "A few minutes after eleven," she said.
"You just get back, sweetheart?"
"Yeah; this girl I know is in a fix pregnant," Torchy said. "She needs an abortion. You don't happen to know the name of a good man in that field, do you, Mom?"
Kay shook her head. "Naw; I-I had my tubes tied after you were born," she said. "That was before the pill and everything. Sorry, Torchy!"
"I'll find someone for her," Torchy said. "There's this really far out student teacher at school, Karli Olsen, and I'll bet that she can turn me on to someone!"
"School has changed a lot since I was a girl," Kay said with a grin. "But look-make sure this friend of yours doesn't end up with some quack!"
"Don't worry-I will," the raven-haired girl said. "So, tell me-how's your head at the moment?"
"About the same, I guess," Kay said. "I'm really dreading the idea of telling Brad. He's going to say that I'm just being silly and then we'll start to fight and...."
"Fight?" Torchy said in genuine surprise. "You and Brad, Mom? You don't fight?"
"Want to bet, sweetheart?" the redhead said with a wry grin. "Let me clue you in on a little talked-about fact of life, my darling daughter-all lovers fight!"
"Really?"
"Sure; it's part of caring," Kay said. "It's the most natural thing in the world!"
"Speaking of most natural," Torchy said, "David and I got it on today!" She paused for a moment, reflecting on the wild scene in the basement recreation room in David's home. "It took some doing but we finally worked things out. And it was beautiful, mom. Really, so fantastic that I-I felt like a queen or something!"
"Good, sweetheart-glad to hear it," Kay said. "I hope that means that Brad and I can have my bed alone tonight!"
"Yeah; I guess," Torchy said, and then wrinkled her nose to demonstrate her true reaction to her mother's words. "It's not right that I should expect you to continue to share your man with me, but-damn, I'm really going to miss that far out three-way action!"
"Well, you know it was only suppose to be a onetime thing, baby," the redhead said. "Still, every now and again we might give it a go. The three of us really make for a wild and reckless fling, don't we?"
"I'll tell the world," Torchy said, and then laughed. "As soon as it's ready for that sort of information!"
"You be careful with that boy, baby!"
"I'm on the pill, Mom!"
"That's not what I meant, sweetheart," Kay said. "What I'm trying to say is that fifteen is a pretty tender age to be tying yourself down to one man!"
"Yeah-I'm hip, but that's easier said than done," the raven-haired girl said. "David has this dopey idea about sexual loyalty and all that crap. He goes ape if I so much as talk about another boy. I don't know what he'd do if he found out I went out on a date or worse-ended up in bed with some other dude. It's really quite old-fashioned!"
"That's his problem, baby. Not yours."
"Yeah; but I hate to hurt him!"
"Fifteen-year-old boys hurt damned easily!"
"Can I ask you something-well, something rather personal, Mom?" Torchy said. "A far-out sort of thing?"
"You can ask," the redhead said with a shrug of her slender shoulders, "But that's no guarantee that I'm going to give you an answer. As far as I'm concerned, one can carry this thing about honesty too far!"
"Well, what I want to know is-have you ever made it with another woman?"
A look of absolute amazement filled the redhead's bright, green eyes as a weird little smile began to play at the corners of her ripe, pouty mouth. "That, my girl," she said, "will have to remain a deep, dark secret!"
Torchy was delighted. Her face lighted up like a Christmas tree. "That means you did," she cried. "Oh, Mom-wonderful. Tell me about it. Please-please. I really want to hear all about it!"
"All about what?" Kay said. "I didn't say that such a thing had ever happened!"
"No," Torchy conceded, "but you didn't say that you didn't, either!"
"I-ah, I think it's time for this old lady to grab herself a quick shower and then carry her weary bod off to bed," the redhead said. "See you in the morning, sweetheart. Have a good night!"
"Aw, Mom...."
"Goodnight, Torchy," Kay said, and then kissed her daughter lovingly. "Be sure you turn out the lights and everything before you go to bed, alright?"
"Sure-don't worry!"
While Kay was in the shower Torchy tried several times to phone Karli Olsen, the student teacher at Welshfield High who had introduced her to the joys of lesbian love. She had wanted to ask the older girl the name of a doctor she might take Mary Ellen to-but each time she called there was no answer at the teacher's fabulous apartment on the Gold Coast.
About eleven-thirty she decided to give it up as a bad job. She took a quick shower and then went to bed. She was asleep in seconds but it was a troubled sleep, filled with one sort of nightmarish dream after another.
It was a few minutes after one in the morning when Torchy was awakened by the sound of a wailing sort of shriek that came from her mother's bedroom. She leaped from her bed, went racing to her Mother's side as fast as her legs would carry her. "It's me, Torchy, Mom!"
The redhead sat stock-still in the middle of her bed, and even in the darkness of the room Torchy could see that she was terribly frightened. Indeed, the room seemed to be alive with her fear-a fear so thick and heavy that the raven-haired girl could actually taste it. She switched on the lamp at the side of the bed, hesitated for a long moment, and then sat down at the edge of the bed.
"What is it, Mom?" she cooed.
"Oh, Torchy, baby," the redhead cried as a fierce tremor began to race through her body. "Oh, baby, I-I...Torchy-Torchy...."
The girl swept her mother up in her arms and held her tightly. The older woman buried her face against her daughter's bosom, whimpering like a frightened puppy. "Hold me, Torchy," she cried in a thin, trembling voice. "Hold me tight, sweetheart!"
"It's okay, Mom," the girl said over and over again. "I'm here. Torchy's here!"
"It was just a dream-a nightmare, I guess you'd call it," Kay said after she began to settle down a bit. "But it was so realistic, sweetheart. Really. It scared the hell out of me. Wow, it-it...."
"It's alright," Torchy cooed. "Really, Mom!"
"I'm just being silly, baby," Kay said.
"It's not silly," Torchy said, and then tried hard to laugh in the hope that laughter might ease the awesome sense of tension that filled the room. Her mother's face against her breasts felt so good, so-so sexual. "Boy, you're trembling like a person in the final stages of St. Vitus dance!"
"Sorry if I scared you, too!"
"Don't sweat it," Torchy said. "Look, would you like to talk about it, Mom? It-well, it might help! And really, I am a very good listener!"
"No, baby, I-wait; yes-yes, I do want to talk about it, sweetheart," the redhead said. "I think you're right it just might help if I were to get it off my chest!"
The raven-haired girl felt her nipples grow hard and begin to pulse as her mother continued to nuzzle her face against her bosom. The juices down within her snatch were beginning to flow, too. A shudder of expectation rippled through her body as she curled her fingers around Kay's head and pulled her head tighter and ever tighter against the wildly throbbing desire that was building up inside her magnificent mammeries. "I-ah, I'm all ears," she cooed.
"That part of you that isn't bosom," the redhead said as she pulled away from her daughter and then playfully tweaked the peak of one of those steel-hard nipples she had been laying against. "You are really put together, young lady. Hell, when I was your age I was still practically fiat-chested. Use to drive me up the wall!"
"You're stalling, Mom," the girl said. "We can talk about my boobies later; right now-well, I'd rather hear about the nightmare you had. What caused it!"
"Certainly, Dr. Freud!"
"Sorry, Mom," Torchy said with a shrug of her shoulders. "I guess I did come on a bit strong-but I was only trying to get you to relax!"
"I know, baby," Kay said. "I know...."
"Would you like me to make you a cup of tea or something? It might help?"
"No, sweetheart," the redhead said. "Just hold me like you are. It really feels good to have your arms around me. So right, so very right...."
"Yeah, I-I know what you mean," the raven-haired girl said, and swallowed hard. Somehow one of he? hands had cupped itself over the front of one of her mother's fantastic, pear-shaped breasts, and she could feel it vibrating frantically against her touch. "So, tell me...."
"I'm not sure that I can remember it all!"
"You're stalling again, mother dear!"
Kay tried to smile, didn't quite make it. She covered Torchy's hand-the one kneading her breast with her own, and pressed the tips of her daughter's fingers frantically into the agony of her fantastic breasts. "Yeah, baby, I-I'm stalling," she said. "And I'm not really sure why I'm doing it. It's funny, you know? I-ah, I...."
"You're still stalling, Mom!"
"Okay," the redhead cried in exasperation. "Brad-in the nutty dream-Brad was busted and sent to prison. I could see him-and he was pacing about behind those steel bars, all huddled up in one of those horrible gray jumpsuits they make prisoners wear. He looked so miserable, sweetheart. Just like your father. So alone and-and lost!"
Torchy felt helpless. "It was only a dream, Mom," she said, and then sighed mightily. "Just a dream...."
"Dream or premonition, Torchy?"
"No one can foretell the future, Mom!"
"Yeah; I know that, sweetheart," the redhead said with a huge sigh as she pressed her daughter's fingers still tighter against the pulsing swell of her breast. "At least my head knows it. My gut, however-well, baby, that's something else again. Really...."
"Oh, Mom," the girl said. "Oh, wow!"
"The worst thing about the dream is that they sent him to the same prison as your father. The two of them got into a knock-down/drag-out fight and-and Brad was killed. Perry ripped his head right off his shoulders!"
The redhead paused as a series of ripples born of revulsion made their way up and down her spine. Torchy pulled her mother's body still tighter against her own, fighting to beat down the awesome sense of need that had the lips of her vulva pulsing wildly.
"I could see Brad lying there, Torchy-out in the middle of this field, the earth around him soaked with his blood. And it seemed so real-so frighteningly real, and I guess that's when I screamed or whatever. The next thing I knew you were here, holding me!"
"I don't know what to say, Mom," the raven-haired girl cooed. "But I can dig where you're coming from. A dream like that would have scared anyone. Hell, I'm trembling, too. But I don't think Daddy would ever kill anyone, Mom! I mean, he's not like that!"
"No-of course, he wouldn't, sweetheart," Kay said, and then turned and kissed her daughter-a kiss that carried more passion with it than she had consciously intended. "I-ah, I...." She pulled away from the girl but almost immediately melted against her again. "I'm just being silly. And you're right about Perry your father. He knows that I'm a chick who simply has to have a man in her life. I can't exist without physical love. And I really believe that he'd approve of Brad as his replacement. The two of them are very much a-like, you know. Big and strong and-well, gentle. Neither of them have to prove their masculinity!"
"Yeah; and they're both really hung, too," Torchy said.
"Oh, Torchy," the redhead sighed.
"What are you going to do, Mom?"
"About what, sweetheart?"
"About Brad and his new job?"
The redhead shrugged. "I really don't know, baby," she said. "I haven't come to any sort of decision. Not yet, anyway. Damn-damn, damn!"
"Are you alright now?"
"Well, I'm over the dream," Kay said. "But I'm really not alright. Lay down with me for a moment, Torchy!"
"Why, whatever for, mother?" the girl said with a grin as she reached out and snapped off the lamp. "I mean, whatever could you have in mind at the moment?"
Kay cut off her daughter's words with a savage kiss as she worked one of her hands up under Torchy's nightgown and curled her fingers around the frantic cone of one of the girl's magnificant breasts. "Oh, Torchy-baby!"
"I-I want it, too, Mom!"
"Oh, yes-yes, I'm sure!"
Mother and daughter wasted little time in getting out of their night clothes.
"I hope I'm not still dreaming," Kay said.
"No dream was ever this real," Torchy cooed as she took her mother's hands and set them down against her naked breasts. "No dream was ever that hard, that pulsing.. .
"I-I get the message, baby," the redhead cooed.
"Oh, Mom-Mom...."
Lovingly, the redhead kissed her daughter's dark eyes as she pushed her down onto her back. She kissed the tip of her nose, the base of her chin, and finally-as Torchy's began to whimper in expectation-her ripe, pouty mouth.
"Oh, Mom...."
"Yes, baby. Yes, yes-yes!"
Torchy parted her lips in invitation and her mother drove her tongue fiercely down into the raven-haired girl's mouth, and the young vixen quickly drew that wiggling invader deeply inside her and began to suck away madly at it.
Kay's patch of fiery-red pubic hair felt like a wad of steel wool as the older woman began to grind away at her daughter's pelvis, rolling her trim hips in a wide, circular path as she humped away. Spunk began to ooze its way up from deep within Torchy's love hole, bathing the tortured lips of her vulva with its syrupy sweetness.
A look of rapture filled Kay's face as she pulled away from Torchy's mouth and then quickly lowered her tongue down against the dark-eyed girl's breasts. "Oh, sweet mother of mercy," Torchy cried out as the wet tip of her mother's tongue flicked over each of her nipples, first the right and then the left. "I-I-I...." The older woman suddenly drew one of those hard, screaming cones up into her mouth and began to suck away frantically at it, holding the base firmly with the suction of her lips while her swirling tongue danced away merrily across the peak.
Torchy's hips gave a sudden lurch as she began to undulate against her mother, little animal like gurgling sounds rumbling from deep within her throat.
"That's so good, Mom. So-so right!"
The redhead spit Torchy's nipple from her mouth, nibbled her way slowly over to her other breast. She hesitated for a long, long moment, enjoying the shuddering ripples of anticipation that raced through her daughter's body before she finally moved against the other nipple.
Kay's own snatch had started to ooze, her inner thighs and the ripe, quivering demi-globes of her bottom were heavy with layers of the gooey juice that had seeped from her twat. The room was alive with the musky aroma of their frantic need-an aroma that only seemed to feed their need for one another.
Somehow Torchy managed to slip one of her hands down between the crush of their squirming bodies. She cupped her hand over one of her mother's breasts and began to knead the pulsing flesh there with her fingers.
"Oh, God-Torchy," the redhead cried. "I-I...." But there were no words to describe the wild and delicious sensations that ripped at her body. She pulled away a bit, supporting herself on her elbows. "This is crazy-absolutely insane, sweetheart!"
"Oh, no-no," Torchy cried. "It's beautiful!"
"Baby, baby...."
The redhead set one of her hands down on Torchy's trembling thighs and began to knead the flesh there, wordlessly communicating the fact that she wanted the raven-haired girl to spread her legs so that she could get at her snatch. It took a minute or two for the silent message to get through to her feverish brain, but finally the dark-eyed girl moved her long, shapely legs, exposing the shimmering pink lips of her fiery vulva to the older woman's touch.
Kay dipped the tip of her middle finger down into the hot, churning mass of pussy flesh that lay between her daughter's legs and the girl cried out in triumph, her voice a sputtering moan. "Yes-frig me, mother. Frig me, frig me...."
The wet, spongy walls of the raven-haired girl's cunt began to quiver and snap, clutching at the tiny invader that teased it, trying with all the strength at its command to draw that bony probe down deeply into itself.
"Easy, baby," Kay cooed.
"Oh, Mom-I'm so ready," Torchy cried.
Kay got up onto her knees, spreading her legs. She took one of Torchy's hands and set it down against her gooey pelvis, giggling to cover her sense of embarrassment. "You're not alone," she cooed as her bottom exploded, sending her tortured snatch raking wildly against her daughter's fingers.
"Oh, wow," Torchy moaned. "I guess I'm really my mother's daughter, aren't I?"
"Yeah-right," the redhead said. "C'mon, kid-slip a finger or two inside me. Hurry, baby please. I've got an itch like you wouldn't believe!"
"I believe, I believe...."
The redhead leaned over, flicked her tongue from between her lips and began to swirl it against the quivering flesh of Torchy's trim, tight tummy. She began to nibble her way down toward her daughter's bubbling cauldron, moving in a crazy, zigzagging sort of pattern.
Torchy pulled her hand away form her mother's snatch, the fingers making a little popping noise as the wet, sucking pussy flesh there was forced to give up its treasure, and then she began to tug at the redhead's hips.
"Climb on top of me, Mom," the raven-haired girl cried. "I want to do you the same time you're doing me. Hurry, hurry. Let me sink my tongue up into your cunt!"
Kay hesitated for a moment, but there was no way she could fight the terrible need that had built up inside her. She lifted one of her legs up and over Torchy's bottom and then settled her dripping quim down against her daughter's mouth as she sent her own tongue surging down inside the raven-haired girl's frantically bubbling cauldron.
The dark-eyed girl filled each of her hands with a healthy chunk of her mother's quivering bottom, dug her fingers frantically into the meat there and then pulled the redhead's hotly throbbing quim fiercely down against her hungry mouth.
"Torchy-baby," Kay moaned. "Oh, lover-baby!"
As Torchy drove her tongue up into her mother's screaming snatch, the older woman spread the shimmering lips of her daughter's vulva-just enough so that the tiny cone of wild pink magic that was her clitoris could pop free of the heavy folds of gooey flesh that held it captive.
"Yes, the clit the slit," Torchy mumbled. "Suck it for me, Mom. Suck it, suck it-suck my cliff "
"Sixty-nine is hard, baby," Kay moaned. "It's so hard to-to...." She cut off her words as the tip of Torchy's wet invader flicked across the peak of her awesome she-cock. "Oh, Torchy-baby, I-I love it. I really love it!"
Torchy's hips exploded, sending her snatch thundering up against her mother's mouth. The redhead sighed in resignation and then sent her tongue corkscrewing down into the sizzling ooze of singing tissue and confulsing muscle that was the dark-eyed girl's love hole.
"At last, at last," Torchy cried.
They lapped away at each other frantically, each of them kneading the quivering flesh of the other's bottom as they moved their tongues in and out, in and out. Their hips began to flop about in protest, moving in wide, sweeping arcs as they sputtered and dipped.
They rolled and twisted against one another, wailing cries of the purest sort of joy rumbling from their throats. Their tongues moved faster and faster, lashing at the gooey flesh of the other's snatch. And then, as if a silent command had been given, they each drew the she-cock of the other into their mouths and began to suck away wildly, holding the trembling roots firmly with their lips as their tongues danced wildly across the peaks.
It was all either woman could do to hold on to the other's girl-prick as they thrashed about, scooting all over the surface of the bed. But hang on they did, and soon both of them were gurgling with the joy of their approaching orgasms. They continued to such away at those meaty paps as their toes began to flutter and snap, each of them savoring the heady dew that flowed from the cunt of the other.
Finally they could hold on no longer, and twin orgasms erupted into one fantastic climax, and spunk flooded from their love holes like lava from Vesuvious. It hit again and again, wild and frantic, sucking every bit of strength from each of their bodies. Finally they grew still. Kay managed to roll from on top of her daughter but then she collasped, her whole body trembling with the aftermath of the experience.
Torchy rolled up onto her knees, kissed her mother on the cheek and rolled from the bed. "I don't think it would be too cool if Brad were to find us here like this," she said as she stumbled toward the door. "See you in the morning, Mom!"
"Yeah-right," the redhead said.
Kay was fast asleep, dreaming of Brad by the time Torchy made it to her own room. "Oh, my nightie," she moaned, and then raced back to her mother's room. She covered the sleeping redhead with a sheet, slipped into her night gown and then left the room once again.
Karl Olsen, the student teacher in physical education at Welshfield High, was always talking about how wonderful her big Swede of a father was in bed. "Daddy-fucking is the greatest," she was fond of saying. Yeah, well-maybe, Torchy mused as she crawled back into her own bed, but it sure can't be any greater than mother-fucking. No sir, no way....She turned over a time or two and then quickly drifted off to sleep.