Chapter 12
Penny sat in her bedroom and seethed! Peter had told her what he had forced Mae to do. She believed him, too! There had been that scarey glow in his eyes! He had treated her different, too. More like a king or something. Penny resented his assumption of control and mastery. They should be equals! That meant she had to show him that she was his equal in making their mother do really degrading things.
Penny sat marveling. Wow-making Mom suck him off! Penny wished she could have seen it. Then, shivering, she thought maybe, not too far away in time, she would see it. The way things were going....
Penny brushed her long, straight brown hair and practiced hard-eyed looks in the mirror. Finally, she threw the brush down, stood up, and opened her yellow robe. Penny checked her body's image: very nice big tits, but a narrow-hipped, long-legged immature fifteen-year-old below. Even her pussy was girlish, with only a thin fuzz where Mae had a thick mat.
But, Penny thought, I've got a woman's sex drive! And I'm not going to let Peter get away with being master over Mom and me! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean he can lord it over me! I'm his twin! We're equals, right down the line! She closed her robe and yanked the sash tight. I've got as much guts as he has! I proved it with Lars, and I'll prove it with Mom-tonight! Tonight! Because Lars was away in San Francisco on business. Mae was in the master bedroom alone.
Penny left her room and went down the hall to the big bedroom. She started to knock, then scowled at herself and barged right in. The bedroom was empty. The bed was mussed-the blanket and sheet thrown aside. The bathroom door was closed ... a rim of light showed under the door.
Penny closed and locked the bedroom door. She sat on the bed and waited nervously. The toilet flushed and after a moment, Mae opened the bathroom door and emerged. She saw Penny. "Oh! You startled me, dear. Is something the matter?" Mae wore silky orange pajamas. Her large breasts were obviously encased in a bra. She moved quickly to the bed and slipped in.
Penny made fists of her hands in her lap. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. She said, too harshly, "I want you to tell me something about fucking!"
"That's not a nice word. I don't want to hear it from your lips again, Penny!"
Penny blinked. She wavered. She was about to apologize. Then she set her mouth and said, "Tough shit, Mother! I know all the words and I'll use them when I fucking well want to!"
Mae cringed slightly before her daughter's intensity.
Penny caught the imperceptible yielding of will. She stared hard at Mae. "I want you to tell me what it's like to be fucked!"
"Oh, Penny ... I can't ... it's too intimate, too hard to-" Mae dropped her eyes. Her fingers tightened on the bedclothes.
"Bullshit, Mother. You can say it. What does it feel like to a woman when a man sticks his cock up into her all the way!"
Mae gasped minutely. "It's not decent to talk-"
"Does Lars have a big cock, Mom? Does he?"
"I can't tell you, Penny. Why are you acting this way?"
"Because I'm sick and tired of your nice-nice bullshit! I want the truth! I want to know things! Now you tell me-does Lars have a big cock?"
"Penny, please!"
Penny scooted closer to Mae on the bed. Penny was flushed. It was fun to browbeat her own mother like this! Mom just took it! Penny demanded again, "Is it big?"
"Oh ... yes! It's big!" Mae hung her head a bit lower. Her hand clenched the blanket.
"What does it feel like when he shoves it all the way into you?"
"I don't know how to describe it."
"Good? Do you dig it, Mom? Do you like having a big, fat cock in you, deep? As deep as it can go? Do you like it"
Mae began to tremble slightly. She answered very softly. "Yes."
"Yes? You get shivery and hot and gooey and everything when he fucks you?"
"Yes."
Penny had accomplished a great deal. She cast around for something else ... Her golden brown eyes lit up. She said firmly, "I want to see your pussy, Mom. I want to see the inside of a mature, grown-up pussy!" She giggled, and the giggle nearly got away from her.
Mae paled. "Nonsense, Penny. I couldn't...." She had a terrible, gut-sickening thought: Did Peter TELL? Is Penny trying to make me do something awful, too?
Penny had little patience. She could either get away with it or not! She either dominated Mae as Peter had done, or it was a dumb flop! And it wasn't going to be a flop! Penny shifted position and pulled the covers away from her mother's hands. She pulled the fuzzy red blanket and green and white checkered sheet down to Mae's knees. Without pause, Penny started to unbutton Mae's pajama top.
Mae's eyes flared wildly. "Penny-no!" Her hands fluttered to stop Penny's fingers.
"I want to see you naked, Mom. It's about time. A girl should be able to see her own mother naked." She pushed Mae's hands away. It took strength, but she was stronger ... or at least, Mae's will failed and her arms gave way.
Penny exulted: I can do anything I want with her! She resumed unbuttoning Mae's pajama top.
Mae was despairing. She's trying to be like Peter! Dear God-what will she make me do? Mae's hands darted up to interfere with Penny, but were slapped easily away.
It became easier for Penny. She barked orders: "Turn so I can get this stupid bra unhooked!"
"Lift your ass!"
"Push those panties down!"
Mae obeyed, dreading what unknown shame was coming next. A slow flush deepened in her face and neck. She made small, whimpering, protesting sounds, to no avail.
Penny had her mother naked before her on the bed. NAKED! Big breasts pointing heavily down and out ... big dark nipples ripe with erection ... naked, slightly rounded belly, pale and doughy, over the plump, down-curving vulva, thick with curly brown pubic hair ... fat thighs, blue-veined, open by command to show the deep pink pussy lips almost obscured in curly chestnut hair.
Peter had not really touched Mae, sexually. He had made her touch him. But Penny was different. She curiously lifted her mother's breasts, squeezed experimentally, comparing with her own. She was envious of her mother's bigger nipples. "Why are they so fat?"
"That comes from ... from sucking ... when you and Peter were babies, I let you suckle for almost a year."
"Oh. And I'll bet Daddy sucked on them a lot, too, didn't he?"
"N-no...." Mae confessed. "He didn't."
"But Lars does!"
Mae nodded.
Penny's curious hands went into Mae's crotch. "Spread real wide-get your knees up! Hold your pussy open for me!"
Penny peered at the revealed interior flesh-the similar-to-her-own openings and contours. She was surprised to see, however, how large was Mae's clitoris. It was a flaming pink and as large as a pea. Far larger than her own. Penny reached out and touched it.
Mae quivered. "Penny!"
"Oh, shut up! I'll do anything I please." To prove it, Penny stuck her finger into Mae's vagina. She explored with her finger ... deep ... feeling the interior folds and soft ridges, as her mother turned her face away and bit her lower lip. Penny slipped a second finger into her mother's vagina. She smiled and began to finger-fuck her mother.
"Please, dear ... don't-"
"Don't pretend you don't dig it, Mom!" Penny dipped her fingers into an accumulation of oily secretion just outside her mother's vaginal entrance. Penny slithered her wet fingers up onto Mae's clit. The small organ swelled and hardened under her rubbing.
Mae could not reply. She threw an arm over her eyes. She whispered, "Please-turn out the light!"
"I want to see." Penny idly continued to manipulate her mother's clitoris. She observed her mother's quickened breathing, the further crinkling of her mother's protruding, now purplish nipples.
Penny looked around the bedroom. Her eyes found a tall, cylindrical, blue-tinted, "melted" glass cologne bottle on the dresser. The cap was a rounded yellow metal cone. The bottle looked like a lovely big blue cock with a golden head. Penny's wicked smile widened. She said, "Don't move!"
She left the bed and went to the dresser. As she reached for the bottle, she saw birth-control pill packs and bottles in the half-open top dresser drawer. She picked them up and studied them, reading labels and boxes. Penny pursed her lips for a second, glanced at Mae, who still had her arm over her eyes, and then smiled, put the pills back in the drawer, and returned to the bed with the blue bottle.
She caressed its convoluted, rounded surfaces. The bottle had been purposely designed to be cock-like in shape. It had been designed to tickle the subconscious triggers in a square woman's mind. An uptight middle-class woman-or girl-wouldn't admit to herself, consciously, that the bottle reminded her of a hard cock. She would buy it, though. Especially if she were sexually frustrated. And never know why she had really taken it home. A hip young woman would see the intent of the shape and smile.
Maybe if she liked the essence of the cologne she would buy it.
Penny said, "Mom-see what I've got? Know what I want you to do?"
Mae knew instantly. The way Penny was holding the bottle!
Penny had seen her mother's widened eyes. "Yes-I want to see what it looks like when a woman is getting fucked. And since we don't have a man here ... this glass cock will have to do. In fact, it's better. I'll be able to see everything a lot better."
Mafi groaned, "No-oh, God, no, Penny, it's obscene ... it's so depraved."
"All of that, Mother." Penny giggled, and placed the bottle in her mother's left hand. She forced Mae's fingers closed around it. "Now put it into your cunt, Mother!"
'Wo-not-don't say that word. I can't bear-"
"Cunt? You don't like your virginal daughter using fuck and cunt? How old-fashioned you are, Mother. Stop changing the subject! Stick that beautiful cock into your cunt and fuck yourself! I want to see it happen. Can you come that way? This is just sex education, Mother. Think of it that way!"
Mae dissolved into wracking sobs. The bottle lay in her passive, lax hand.
Penny became furious. "God damn it, do what I tell you!"
But Mae turned over and drew her knees up into a fetal position and wept heartbrokenly. It was her only resistance, her only hope.
"MOTHER!"
Mae continued her all-out crying.
"You're not going to get out of it! Damn you! I'll show you! I'll fix you!" Penny grabbed the cock-shaped blue bottle from Mae's loose hand.
Mae's vulva was exposed by her knees-to-chin position. Her pussy lips were wet and loose. She lay with her back to Penny.
Penny, in a rage, completely into her role of master of her mother, outraged by her mother's insubordination ... gripped the bottle firmly at the base and pushed the rounded metal cap between Mae's pussy lips. Mae gasped and stiffened. Her crying stopped as if cut by a knife.
Penny found the vaginal entrance. She pushed the head into the pink tunnel. She easily buried all but an inch of the bottle. Penny asked, in an uneven, excited whisper, "What does that feel like, Mother? Better than Lars?"
"Take it out. Please-" Mae pressed her hot face into the pillow.
Penny grinned. She watched closely, curiously, as she drew most of the thick round, bumpy-sided bottle from her mother's vagina. But not all of it. She gritted her teeth and jammed it deep again! "You're getting fucked, Mother! Royally fucked! Enjoy it!"
Mae shuddered. "Oh-" Her arms tightened their grips on her knees under her chin. She did not struggle or change position. She remained doubled up, exposed to the assault. "Oh, dear God...." She dissolved again into watery sobs.
Penny plunged the bottle in and out! The glass surfaces glistened wetly. She thumped it in as far as she could. The butt of her hand smacked into Mae's swollen clitoris.
Small, convulsive shocks arced through Mae. The ultimate in humiliation was coming to her-she was enjoying this! If Penny kept up what she was doing ... The irresistible pleasure glowed in Mae's crotch and spread seething colonies of itchy warmth in her belly and breasts. Mae clutched her knees tighter and tighter. Her breath came in wracking, moaning sobs.
"Hey, you're digging it!" Penny wasn't fooled. She laughed. She kept on jamming the long, thick bottle into Mae's slippery, flushed vagina. Her hand continued to beat against Mae's swollen clitoris.
Mae succumbed to the shameful pleasure. She panted and shuddered into a powerful orgasm. When it was over she couldn't bear to open her eyes and face Penny.
Penny was laughing at her. "Was it a good come, Mom? Better than when Lars fucks you?" She pulled the bottle from her mother's cunt. It emerged with a wet sucking sound that made Mae cringe with humiliation.
Penny put her hand to her own pussy. "Shit, I'm hot! I wish I could stuff this thing into my cunt and get off."
Mae cried, "No-don't!"
"Don't worry, Mom. I'm not giving my precious virginity to a bottle!" She slipped a finger into her pussy and slithered it wetly up over her . clit. "But, God ... do I need...." Penny had a thought. She licked her lips and stared at her huddled, still weakly crying mother. Peter had gotten Mae to suck him off, so why couldn't ... Penny took a deep breath. She said harshly, too loudly, "Mom, I need relief! Fucking you off with this bottle has me all worked up. It's time you did something for me!"
Mae quieted. "No, no...."
"I'm getting so damned tired of you saying no-no all the time, and you know you'll do it in the end! Now get out of that baby position and do what I tell you!"
"I ... can't!"
Penny saw red. She grabbed Mae by the hair and pulled her mother around. "You don't tell me you can't!" She slapped Mae, hard!
Mae's head rocked to the side. She gasped, stunned. Her wet, red, swollen eyes widened for a shocked few seconds. She met Penny's raging glare, then covered her face with her hands.
Penny gritted her teeth. "Eat me, Mother!" She didn't give Mae time to answer or refuse. She knew she had to physically force her mother to comply. Penny tugged and hauled Mae onto her stomach on the bed, facing her. Penny opened her own legs and shrugged out of her robe. "Eat me, Mother!"
Mae could only moan and peer through weeping eyes at her daughter's waiting, open thighs. Penny's crotch was only two feet away, the glistening pink lips waiting. Penny's legs enclosed Mae's head and shoulders and arms. Penny reached and got two handfuls of Mae's hair. She pulled. "Eat me! Eat me!"
Mae's scalp stung like fire. Her head was strained forward ... She gave way. She sobbed and let herself be pulled closer and closer to her daughter's pussy. Penny knew she would have to force Mae every inch of the way. In some ways going down on her daughter was far worse to Mae than sucking off her son. This was really perversion!
Penny got her mother's face tight up against her crotch. Penny was gasping with the effort and with a wild kind of excitement. She whispered fiercely, "Lick me, Mother! Lick me! Lick me! LICK ME!" She gripped the back of Mae's head and ground her pussy against Mae's mouth.
Mae struggled, but ineffectively. She smelled her daughter's clean young naked body. She couldn't help getting a taste of Penny's juices. There was a definite sensual appeal to such firm, round flesh, the aroma of genitals. Mae tried to say a word-and somehow, accidentally, her tonguetip slipped into the sweet pussy lips pressed, moving, against her mouth.
Penny thrilled to that first lick. "More! Do it again!" She jerked her mother's head still tighter into her crotch.
Mae shivered and hovered on the ragged edge of abject perversion. Perhaps it was the command force and the lust in Penny's young voice, so different in tone from what Mae had heard from her daughter previous to this ... Or it was an accumulation of voice impacts on her quailing mind. It was a secret, depth-lure of masochism....
"EAT ME! STICK YOUR TONGUE IN ME, MOTHER!" Shouting, raging, greedy, impatient command!
Mae shuddered with surrender. Her tongue flicked into Penny's wet, hot pussy. Hesitation. Again into the juicy vulva. Again ... again....
Penny closed her eyes and let her head flop backward. She drew a long, deep, triumphant breath. She trembled. She whispered, "More tongue! Higher...."
Mae found Penny's tiny clitoris and obediently kept her tongue moving on it. Her nostrils flared and her eyes squeezed tears down her face to where the tears were broken against Penny's thin fuzz of brown pubic hair.
Penny undulated her hips. Her pussy thrust softly against her mother's open mouth and wickedly fluttering tongue. Penny was in glory. Pleasure was coming in waves, thin now, but with each endless minute the sensations deepened and swelled and crashed into an ecstatic surf and shivered her body.
Penny watched her mother eat her. Penny's eyes were wide and becoming glazed. Her naked breasts heaved with lush freedom. Her nipples were tiny pink rocks. Penny slowly relaxed her holds on her mother's hair. Her hands fell to the sides of her bare hips. She didn't have to force Mae any longer. Mae was eating her willingly ... eagerly.
Penny began to pant. Her head lolled. "Oh, wow! Oh ... wow ... I'm going to make it ... OH, GOOD'" Her voice dissolved into trembling moans. She lay flat on her back, arms wide, legs wide, and writhed against her mother's ardent, clinging mouth.
Mae was submerged in a welter of degradation. She could see herself in a cold, clear, brutal mind's-eye vision-performing an abhorrent, bestial lesbian act upon her daughter! Mae shrieked in her mind-now it was complete! Now she had performed unnatural sex acts upon both her children! There were no lower depths! She was a monster! Worse than the lowest whore! A degenerate.
As Penny writhed in an agony of pleasure, Mae kept on and on, licking and tonguing into Penny's gaping, flushed, spasming pussy and writhed in a sweet agony of degradation. Penny panted and squirmed and shuddered as a string of climaxes surged and blazed from the incandescent pinpoint of her inflamed clitoris ... from her mother's tireless tongue. Finally, Penny's nerves and tissues tired of the screaming pleasure signals. The sensations turned sharp and keen. She jerked away. She lay on her side, quivering, dull-eyed with temporary emotional and bodily exhaustion. Mae curled up into a ball. She wept uncontrollably.
After a minute, Penny looked around at her mother. She was shaken. She trembled a smile, hooked a finger into the neck of her crumpled yellow robe, and got off the bed. She walked naked to the door, trailing her robe on the floor. Penny unlocked the door and walked dreamily down the hall to Peter's room.