Chapter 10
"Listen, babe," she said, "it'll only be between you and I and the bedpost." This would be quite literally true if Tina agreed to what her mother was proposing. "After all, you are a grown woman now, and you do have certain choices of your own to make. Do you get my meaning?" She reached for Tina's leg. "I'm not sure that I'll even enjoy it, but I do think it's something that we might well try anyhow."
"You don't know until you try it?" queried Tina. "Is that the theory?"
"More or less," said Vera. She stroked her daughter's nude legs. She'd caught her coming out of the shower and used the opportunity to ask her just a few questions. Charley was off at school, but Tina hadn't bothered that day. So the house was empty. And Mrs. Benson was as horny as a rose bush is thorny. It just made sense that she grab her lovely daughter and pop the magic question. "You know," continued Vera, her fingers sliding down the edge of the towel and skimming along her lovely daughter's smooth, tanned flesh, "when I was your age I had a lot of questions that all went unanswered just because I was shy, or bashful. You know what I mean? There were times when I could have easily had something that I wanted, but I didn't say so, so I never got it." She ran her hand up Tina's smooth, slender thigh. The flesh under the towel was soft and warm. She was inches from her daughter's heavenly cunt. "You don't mind me touching you like this, honey, do you?"
"No, Mom," said Tina, "I don't. But I don't know for sure if I really want you to."
"We could just try it a little," said Vera, massaging the leg as best she could given the constricting towel. "It might be nice for both of us."
"Yes," said Tina, "I suppose we could. Say, you wouldn't want to just think about it for a little while, would you Mom?"
"I've already made my decision, honey. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here doing this."
"Oh, what the hell," said Tina in a pleasant enough spirit of abandon. "You only live once.
Isn't that what they say?"
"Yes," said Vera, her eyes lighting. "I'm glad you decided that way." She applied her second hand to her lovely daughter's other leg. Tina lifted away the towel.
"Oh, my," said Vera, her face full of blush, "Look at your lovely bush, honey. It's perfect." She ran her palm across the soft pubic hairs between her daughter's legs.
"Just wait until you get a little feel of my insides," said Tina. "I think you'll like that even more."
"Oh, please," said Vera, quite beside herself with excitement, "Let me try that right away." Tina spread her legs. She put her hands down between her thighs and used her own fingers to open her cunt for her mother's close inspection. "Go on and look," she said. "Go ahead, Mom."
Mrs. Benson leaned down and examined her daughter's friendly little pussy hole. "There's juice there already," she observed.
"Yes, of course," said Tina. "There's always a little bit of juice in my cunt. Just enough, just in case." She smiled and gave her mother a special thrill: she took Vera's hand and then the middle finger of the hand: "Come on," she said, "get a fingerful of me, Mom. Let's really try this stuff out, eh?" She pushed her mother's finger down into her liberal pussy. "There," she said, "feel my clit? That's the part I like to rub."
"Me, too," said Tina's mother. "What else is there?" She jerked around inside her daughter's juiced pussy. "It's so soft in you, dear, I'm sure that you have one of the nicest cunts the world has ever known."
"You think so, Mom ? " said Tina in an excited young voice. "I mean that's really super." She was all jubilant enthusiasm. Suddenly she cased talking and spread her legs more and leaned back. "Wow, that feels good, Mom."
Vera had taken to giving her daughter's hot clit a vigorous thrashing. The result was an immediate sensation of ecstasy. And Tina was hardly prepared for it. "Oh, my," she moaned, "I don't know what to do, Mom. That's so hot!"
Mrs. Benson leaned forward and pressed her mouth into her daughter's panting, breathless face. Her tongue lubed the space between Tina's lips, and her open mouth sucked up the young girl's protestant tongue. She finger-fucked and French kissed Tina until the young woman was all shivers and tremors.
"Ooh," grunted Tina. "This isn't at all what I thought it would be like. Oh, no, not at all." She lifted her one knee. Lifting the other would have meant eliminating her mother's hand from her cunt, and that was something that she definitely did not want to do. So she opened her pussy channel by raising one leg. The vaginal lips parted, and Mrs. Benson's finger had plenty of room, and lots of juice, to work with.
"Nice," she told her daughter, "just the way it should be, Tina. I think I like this."
"Quite an experiment, Mom," said young Tina. Her long tanned legs were covered with fresh chill, and her butt hungered for a bit of stimulation to finish her off altogether. "Mom," she said, "if you give me your other hand I'll show you a hot spot."
Mrs. Benson gave her daughter her other hand. Tina took the index finger and thumb on her mother's left hand. "Use your thumb in my twat," she said, "and your index finger in my bunghole. Here, I'll sit like this-" She slid down and then raised her butt. "-and that way you can get both holes at one. What do you think?"
"Well, it can't hurt to try it," said Vera. She applied the left hand as directed. "Is that good Tina?"
"Oh, yes. God yes, that's good, Mom." She spread her legs out in wild abandon. "That thumb makes all the difference in the world. It's like a big cock stuck in there. It makes me want to come already."
"You tell me, darling," said Vera, "if there's some special thing I should do."
"How about," suggested Tina right off, "if we eat each other's bungholes?"
"I'm game," said her mother. "What the hell? as you say."
Tina insisted that since her mother had done so many kind things on her behalf at one time or another, that it should be she, Vera, who gets her ass-hole eaten first. So Vera accepted the honor by spreading her smooth thighs and offering Tina the pleasant hole she loved to have eaten. "Go ahead, honey," she said. "It won't bite."
Tina smiled and leaned into her mother's shit cavity. She wasn't really afraid. She gave her all the tongue meat, in fact, that any woman could possibly use. She supplied a good twisting motion, too, and the tip of her meaty little tongue drilled especially deep, so far, in fact, that she could taste her mother's shit. "Oh, my," she moaned pulling her tongue out of her mother's hole, "I think I went in a little too far."
"No way," said Vera. "No such thing as 'too far' when you talk about reaming out my ass-hole." She laughed and wiggled her butt in delight.
"Did Dad used to eat you that way?" asked Tina of her mother, still wiping her chin and tongue. "Or someone else?"
"Anybody I could get to do it," she said with no shame. "That's the kind of a woman your mother is, darling. I like getting eaten in the butt. I enjoy it. It makes me feel good. I like sucking cock, too. So I do these things. Of course, the nicest, lately, is fucking Charley. Who would ever have thought that I'd be going to my son for the ultimate pleasure!? ? I just can't get over it." She smiled and leaned down between her daughter's legs. "Let me give you a little eat out, just to get you started up again, Tina."
Tina hopped up onto her all fours. "In the ass-hole, Mom," she said, pointing to her butt. "I'll even open it up for you." She reached back, and, much in the same way that Vera had pulled open her ass-hole. "Come on, Maw. Eat my bunghole."
Vera didn't mind a bit. She leaned down and slid her tongue up and down her lovely daughter's slippery groove. Then she filled the hole itself. Her tongue toured the crater entrance, slid sideways into the beginning of the channel, and buried itself way down deep in the shit canyon.
"Nice," groaned Tina. "I love it!" She waved her ass on her mother's face. "But now I want to eat you, Maw. That's nice for us both, eh?"
Vera pulled her tongue out of Tina's bunghole and without saying a word lay down and spread her legs. Tina hopped into the breach and used her hands to open up her mother's big, wet cunt. She supplied the meaty hole with her hot wet tongue, and it took her maybe five seconds to locate the clit. "Ahhhh," she said, "I got you now, Mom." With that she jammed her tongue in and out against the rubbery clit meat in her mother's pussy.
"Oh, shit," groaned Mrs. Benson, pushing her tubular muscles against her daughter's swollen, active tongue, "that's the best thrill I've had in a long time."
"It must be that we women know how to do this well because we know exactly what the fuck we want."
"Yes," said Vera, "that must be it."
Then, mother and daughter decided to assume the classic sixty-nine position. Vera took the position on her back, and she spread her long lovely legs so that Tina could lay prone between her thighs. "There we go," said Vera, eating away already, "just about the perfect sucking angle for me, honey."
"This reminds me of the time I ate, Daddy," said Tina as she started into her mother's hot box. "He was on top of me, though, and I was sucking on his rod. We-" Suddenly Tina realized that her mother had ceased eating her pussy. She also recognized that she'd made the biggest mistake of her life. Her mother had never known about the lovemaking she'd done with Tom, her father, her mother's husband. And now, in a careless moment of the intimacy she'd always wanted-though not necessarily sexual-she'd blurted out a key piece of evidence that would very-likely destroy any chance at all of getting back together with her mother.
"Now," said Vera, sliding out from under, "do I understand you correctly young lady? You were making love with your father? Is that what I just heard?"
"Mom, please," said Tina, "you don't know the whole story. Don't jump to conclusions."
"I didn't jump to any conclusions, Tina. You jumped to one or two though, I guess, with your father!" She was irate. "Tell me all about it, why don't you!" She grabbed Tina by the arms and shook her. "Come on Tina, you can tell me, you mother. After all, we're friends." Vera shoved her daughter down on her back. "Now, young lady, you talk up, or I'll find a way to make sure you do."
"OK, alright," said Tina. "But let go of my arms, you're hurting me."
Vera grabbed Tina's tit. "You think your arm hurts, eh? If I don't start getting a true confession out of you in the next five seconds, you'll be hurting far worse than on your arm. Come on Tina, let's hear it."
So Tina told her mother the whole story about how she'd been sleeping with Tom for well over a year, and about how she'd hated him for it at first, about what had happened after she became accustomed to fucking him, and, finally, about his visit the other night. By the time she'd finished relating the entire series of events, Vera had calmed down. "He was here the other night?" asked Vera. "So that spot on your bed wasn't just your juice, it was his too! And you weren't asleep, he'd just been here!"
"Yes," admitted Tina. "He'll be back again, too, Mom. I think you should give him another chance. After all, we all get to do the fucking we want to now, why shouldn't Dad? If he wants to?"
Vera wondered if her daughter was just trying to find a good way to get an easy lay with her husband. If Tom came back, that meant that he'd be around more often, which meant that Tina and he could fuck whenever they wanted. But Tina understood what was going through her mother's mind: "I think he really loves you more, Mom."
Vera reached down to her daughter's hot pussy. "You have a much nicer cunt, honey. Better legs." She stroked Tina's long tanned legs. "You have smoother skin, a prettier face. Why should he love me more."
"Oh, Mom," said Tina, "don't talk like that." She sat up and patted her mother on the back. Then she pressed her young lips to her mother's mouth. She French kissed Vera, and then she kissed her hot breasts and big nipples. She worked her way into Vera's puss where her licking and sucking insured a steady flow of juice. Afterwards, she said: "Mom, I'd do anything to start over, just to make sure you and
Dad stayed together."
"I know, darling," said Vera, somewhat distracted. She opened her legs so that Tina could supply more hot tongue. "But eat me out for now, and we'll talk later."
Tina was happy to have the opportunity to do her mother such an easy favor. She rubbed her Mom's soft legs and buttocks, and she continued to munch inside the hot box. Soon Mrs. Benson was covered with chills. She shook with a passionate sexual fever.
"I can see right now," said Tina, "you're going to have one hell of a climax!"
"Yes," said her mother. "Yes, indeed." She rocked from right to left, up and down, and slopped her open cunt into her daughter's sweet face: "Don't stop, Tina," she hollered. "Keep that rub going."
Tina pushed her tongue hard and fast against her mother's erect clitoris. She bounced the tip of the meaty sex button with the tip of her long tongue. Soon her mother's twat gushed passion juice. "Oh, fuck, Tina! This is it!" With that final wail she shot off, exploded in climax. She rolled off of her sweet young daughter's tongue and said, "Nice. Very nice. Thank you."
"Was it good?" asked Tina, wiping some juice off her face.
"Couldn't have been better," whimpered Vera. She rolled sideways to sleep. When her eyes had been shut for a moment she said in a voice characteristic of post-coital slumber: "Next time your father shows up, honey, you let me know, alright?"
"Sure, Mom," said Tina. "Anything you say."
"That'll be good," mumbled Vera, only half-conscious. "It'll be good for everybody." She was asleep.
Tina laid down, put her head on her mother's naked thigh, and she too, though slightly confused, dozed off.