Chapter 7
First she saw Muriel's pale shoulders, then the shapely thighs extending from tiny red panties. The white of her mother's flesh against the red satin of the panties struck Caroline as being appropriately sluttish.
She had to admit that her mother had a good body. It would be good for any woman to have a body like Muriel's, but it was extraordinary for a thirty-six year old lush. Her mother's body showed no signs of having been through the mill.
When Caroline saw her mother unfasten her bra to expose her white abundant breasts, she decided that this was going to be more than fashion show.
The sight of her mother's tits awed Caroline. She began to strip herself, unzipping her jeans and peeling them off her long slender legs.
She unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bra-less torso. Her breasts flopped free of the clinging fabric.
Caroline began to lower her panties from her warming pelvis.
"Oh, that's not necessary, Caroline," Muriel said, wrapping the negligee around her body, which was bra-less but still covered at the crotch by the red satin panties.
"I want to get the whole effect, Mother," Caroline said, appreciating the double meaning of her own words.
Caroline stripped off her panties. She caught her Mother's dazed expression as she advanced toward the mirror, which Muriel was hogging, admiring her body in the blue plumed negligee.
"That looks lovely on you, my love," Muriel said, although she scarcely looked at Caroline's heating body; she was entranced by the image of her own flesh in the mirror.
Caroline looked at her mother in the mirror. She saw the firm, plentiful breasts under the plunging plumed decolletage. She saw the sleek concavity of her mother's torso, the lean stomach and the slim but curving hips. She saw the bright red panties through the pale blue transparent fabric.
"Those red pants look terrible, Mother. I can't admire the negligee if you keep them on. You'll look much better without them. Take them off." Caroline's voice was adamant.
"I don't want to, Caroline," Muriel said, obviously reluctant to reveal her naked twat to her daughter, despite the fact that Caroline had nothing on under the black lace negligee.
Caroline wanted to see the dirty jungle of her mother's smelly beaver. She espied a nylon stocking hanging over the back of a chair. Quickly, she seized it in her hands and looped it around Muriel's neck.
She pulled on the stocking, choking Muriel's long slender white swan neck.
"You heard me, bitch! Get those fucking pants off," Caroline barked, her voice loud with contempt.
She was not going to be dismissed as a mere mistake in Muriel's messy life.
Muriel could hardly breath. In a gagging voice she pleaded with her hostile daughter for mercy.
"Get them off, dammit! Peel those whorish pants from your foul body. Let me see your trashy box!" Caroline insisted.
Obediently, Muriel lowered her hands to her crotch. She stretched the elastic waist of the panties, peeled them from her box and lowered them down her creamy thighs.
She knew that she had no choice. Her daughter was strangling her with the nylon stocking.
Caroline tightened her leash around Muriel's neck, and delighted in the desperate gasps of her frightened mother. She arched her foot and picked the panties from the floor with her toe, lifting them to her hand.
Caroline held her mother's red panties in her hand. She looked at her mother's dark thick pubic hair, awed by the denseness of the thick forest. A man could bury his cock in the tangled pillow of that jungle.
"Spread you legs, Mother," Caroline demanded, pulling the stocking harder against Muriel's neck.
Muriel was speechless. She could hardly breathe. Terrified of what her demented daughter might do, Muriel spread her feet apart on the white shag carpet.
Watching her mother's terrified face and trembling body in the mirror, Caroline reached inside the pale blue negligee and rubbed the red satin panties on her mother's white flesh.
With one hand securing the nylon stocking around Muriel's neck, Caroline rubbed the panties in her mother's ass-crack with her other hand. She pushed a panty-covered finger into Muriel's asshole, invading the tender territory.
She wiggled her finger in the dark smelly hole, making Muriel's red panties absorb the flavor of her ass.
Caroline moved her hand to touch her mother's beaver. She rubbed the panties into her mother's pubic forest and then pushed menacingly into the hot gism receptacle of Muriel's public cunt.
Muriel tried to defend herself against Caroline's aggressions, struggling to pull the panties from her pussy.
But Caroline would not tolerate Muriel's resistance.
She seized Muriel's struggling hands and forced them behind her back. Mercilessly, she bent her mother's arms at the elbow, raised them on her back and coiled the ends of the nylon stocking around them.
Keeping the stocking tight around Muriel's neck, Caroline fastened her mother's hands in a strong nylon knot, making Muriel powerless to defend herself. When she struggled to release her hands, which was a futile effort, the movement pulled the stocking tighter on her neck, choking her unbearably.
Caroline crammed the red panties deeper into Muriel's cunt, feeling the wetness of her mother's hole on her stabbing fingers.
Pressing hard against her mother's tits, Caroline pushed the bound body into a chair.
Muriel jumped to her feet but Caroline pushed her down again.
"Don't you dare try to move, cunt!" Caroline barked.
Muriel stared at her daughter in shock as Caroline took another stocking in her hand and tied it quickly and tightly around her mother's ankles.
She bound the feet securely, making movement impossible for Muriel, who knew that her daughter now had complete control over her body.
Muriel writhed in the chair, helpless. There was no use even trying to stand up. Caroline had tied her ankles together in merciless knots, and there would be no way for Muriel to maintain her balance. Were she to attempt standing, she would be unable to walk. She would fall over, face down on the floor. She was utterly bound and defenseless.
Caroline adjusted Muriel's body in the chair, stripping the pale blue negligee from her flesh.
"I like this one more, Mama, my love," she said vindictively, stripping the black negligee from her body and wrapping the blue one over her shoulders, delighting in the texture of plumes against her breasts.
Caroline lifted a hand mirror and a silver hair brush from the surface of Muriel's dressing table.
With the handle of the silver brush she pressed into the opening of Muriel's cunt. She pushed it in beyond the opening, deep into Muriel's surprisingly wet pussy, forcing the panties further into the dark depths of her mother's fuckhole.
Caroline moved her fingers over the stiff bristles of the hair brush. They were hard bristles. They were meant to be used on thick, luxuriant hair. They were coarse.
Caroline pulled the handle of the brush from her mother's cunt, leaving the red panties embedded in the hole.
Caroline held the stiff-bristled hair brush in her hand and lurched her body forward between her mother's spread legs.
She parted the pale blue negligee that hung on her body, enjoying the movement of the plumes against her young breasts. She exposed her flesh to her mother's shocked eyes and saw her mother gape at the sight of her naked breasts and the bush of her excited groin.
"Eat my cunt, my love," Caroline hissed sardonically at her appalled mother, delighting in the shock of Muriel's expression and the ghostly look of her fear-blanched skin, "stick your tongue up my hot hole. Lick and eat me!"
"No, Caroline! This is revolting!" Muriel said in horror.
"Yes, cunt! Do as I say!" Caroline turned the brush in her hand and spanked Muriel's bush with the coarse bristles. She slapped her mother's crotch once, then again, and ground the bristles angrily into the pubic jungle.
Muriel felt a bristle stab her clit. The hard impact, and the repeated impact, and the hard pressure Caroline applied, created an incredible agony in Muriel's sex berry.
The pain was excruciating, but, despite herself, Muriel thrilled to a bizarre pleasure. Her daughter's abuse was an outrage against nature, but she knew that she had been an unnatural mother. She knew that Caroline was punishing her ruthlessly; she knew also that she deserved it.
Caroline straddled the chair and Muriel's body. She took Muriel's styled hair in both fists and pushed it toward her scalding groin.
"Open your mouth and work me with your tongue, slut!" Caroline hissed, pressing the hard bristles against her mother's body.
She felt her mother's lips press reluctantly against her pubic hair.
Caroline pressed her mother's face harder against her hot groin, making Muriel's lips accept the hot moisture of her pussy opening.
"Get your tongue in there, cunt!" Caroline barked lewdly.
Muriel stretched her mouth open and probed her tongue into her daughter's cunt. She tasted the hot saline juices of Caroline's pussy and was amazed at the heat of her daughter's womanhood.
"Eat!" Caroline hissed, like an angry mother who has prepared fish for children who live on hot dogs. Holding the small mirror in her hand, Caroline lowered it between her legs, making it reflect the sight of Muriel's face licking the juices from her hole.
Caroline watched the mirror's reflection of Muriel's tongue digging into her cunt.
The sight made her clit get hotter. She knew she was going to climax in a moment.
Quickly, she pressed the stiff-bristled brush harder against her mother's bush. Then, pressing hard, she moved it up Muriel's torso, making contact with the naked breasts.
She raised it in the air and quickly smacked one tit at a time, striking the tender globes with the painful bristles.
Muriel moaned in pain and pleasure, feeling her cunt drip between her legs. She felt the hard knots of nylon at her wrists and ankles. She writhed in the chair, tasting the mouthfuls of her daughter's steaming pussy.
Caroline struck her mother's tits again with the hair brush, slapping the hard bristles against the white sensitive skin.
She returned the brush to Muriel's bush, and began to rub it hard.
Caroline arched her body, tensing with wonderful exploding pleasure.
She dropped the mirror on the floor and used the free hand to touch her hot swooning clit. She pressed hard against it, rubbing it quickly with her finger.
She rubbed her hot clit frantically and forced her cunt into her mother's gobbling face.
She saw Muriel twitching with lewd pleasure, and the sight of her writhing mother made her climax build unbearably in her flesh.
Fires flamed in her clit, which swooned to her touch and to the heat of her mother's tongue in her clit.
Orgasm rose in her body, breaking its great flesh wave. She convulsed from head to foot, trembling against Muriel's gobbling sucking face.
She stabbed her clit with her fingers, feeling pleasure break her body apart.
She roared in overwhelming ecstasy, feeling her shameless orgasm explode in her loins.
"AHH! Motherfuck!" She screamed obscenely.
She had come.
Quickly she pulled her discharged groin away from Muriel's face.
She jumped into her pants, buttoned her blouse and tidied her disarrayed hair.
She went back to the chair and looked down at Muriel's bound body.
Caroline rammed the handle of the silver hand mirror into her mother's hole.
She folded the pale blue and the black negligees neatly and tucked them under her arms.
"I like these negligees, Mother. Thank you for letting me take them."
Muriel did not reply. She was writhing her body, gyrating her cunt and clit against the handle of the hand mirror Caroline had crammed in her cunt. She was making herself come. And come she did. Like never before.
Caroline was relieved to find the house on Wilshire Boulevard empty. She was glad no one was home and that she did not have to face anyone yet or explain her absence.
She noticed that Carlotta's clothes had been taken from her closet. On her dressing table she found a note from Carl. He wrote that Carlotta had fled the house of her own will. Carl had not meant to show the film to their father. But when Carl had awakened the next morning, Carlotta had already disappeared, taking her clothes and everything with her. In his surprise Carl had forgotten to take the camera and film from Simon's dressing room. He had simply forgotten about the film altogether.
When Simon returned late in the afternoon he found the camera and had run the film that night. Fortunately, Carl had turned the camera off before getting into the action himself, but it had been impossible to keep Caroline's identity a secret. Her face was in almost every frame, as was her cunt.
Carl wrote that he had assured Simon that Carlotta had seduced Caroline. Their father had half believed the story, and half questioned it. Carl had explained that he had filmed the scene to expose their father to the truth about Carlotta and to protect Caroline. Simon had seemed to believe this part of the story, but he was looking all over town for Carlotta, determined to hear her side. Carl had gone with their father in search of Carlotta. He wrote that he would do his best to deny any accusations Carlotta made.
Caroline read her brother's note a second time. It was long and convoluted and hard to interpret clearly.
The situation both appalled and amused her. She wondered how she and Carl had ever gotten themselves into such a ridiculous mess.
But she was too tired to think about it. The long drives between L.A. and San Francisco, and the torrid scene in her mother's bedroom had utterly exhausted her. It seemed years since she had slept.
She collapsed on her bed, planning to take a short nap.
Hours later she awakened. The clock by her bed told her it was four in the morning.
Thoughts began to stir in her head, forcing her to attention. She could not possibly go back to sleep. She needed to get up.
She decided a swim was the only remedy for her condition. The water would soothe her and distract her from her torment.
She put on her slinky bikini, the one she had worn under her dress to the porno theatre on Hollywood Boulevard. She stepped out onto the terrace and went down the steps to the pool.
She jumped into the water and began to swim vigorously. She swam fifteen lengths of the pool and then became strangely enervated.
She felt the warm water on her skin. It felt delicious between her legs.
She began to float on her back, stretching her arms out to support her body on the water's surface. Her blonde hair spread out on the water.
She drifted slowly toward the edge of the pool.
Suddenly, she felt her wrists seized by hands and saw her father's angry face. His dark eyes glared at her.
He pulled her from the pool, dragging her by the wrists out of the water and onto the tiles around the edge of the pool. Her body trembled with fright as her father forced her to stand on her feet.
He pulled her to his body and she felt his huge muscular chest crushing her young breasts as he squeezed her into his strong, tight embrace.
Her father wore only his swimming trunks. Through the wet top of her skimpy bikini Caroline could feel the hairs of his chest scratching her nipples, and she felt his bulging maleness, his huge balls and his hard cock, pressing against her groin through her wet bikini bottoms.
"Daddy, what are you doing to me?" she whimpered.
"I saw Carlotta eating your pussy, bitch, and now I'm going to fuck it with my cock."
As her father tore her bikini top from her struggling body, her mind reeled with revulsion, but her legs trembled with desire.
She knew it was wrong, it must not happen.