Chapter 5
Penny awoke and lay on her back on the double bed in the motel room. She blinked sleepily at the ceiling. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
She turned her head quickly to the side to look at the other bed her parents had slept in and saw that it was empty. She lifted up. It was mid-morning already. Her father's suit coat was not on the back of the chair where he'd left it last night, which meant he was already gone and that it was her mother in the shower.
She lay back with a sigh and let lazy thoughts drift through her mind. She wondered if there were some way of talking her mother out of going to Wonder Gardens for the day. It sounded much more fun to spend the day at the motel pool, strutting around in her new bikini and swimming.
Maybe there was a neat boy staying at the motel. If so, and if she could talk her mother into going to Wonder Gardens by herself, then maybe . . . maybe she'd try it. Just to see what it was like. Maybe she'd let herself get fucked, just to feel what a big, stiff cock would feel like up her pussy!
The thought made tingling sensations go all through her body. She squeezed her thighs together under the sheet and gasped softly, amazed with herself.
Oddly, after all the years of listening to her mother's warnings about being fucked, she wasn't scared any more. Not after jacking off Bert's spurting prick and feeling his hot sperm dribble over her fingers. Not after sucking her father's hard, hosing cock into her mouth and drinking down his hot cum. Not after nearly getting her cherry fucked out of her wet pussy by her father's stiff prick.
All those things had made her more curious than ever. It had been so close the other night she couldn't believe it had really happened. Even now, she could feel the touch of her father's velvety cockhead nosing between her heated, fleshy pussy lips.
Shivering slightly, she kicked the sheet to the foot of the bed and stretched languidly, making her big tits thrust upward from her chest. She felt suddenly warm all over-warm and tingly.
She glanced at the bathroom door and wondered how long her mother had been showering. With a feeling of daring, she sat up and stripped her nightie up over her head and let it drop to the floor. She looked down at the smooth, firm lines of her thighs and saw the way the panties made a neat, light-blue vee over her pussy mound and curled around under her crotch.
She put her palms on her thighs and slowly slid them upward toward her pussy. Her abdomen throbbed with quick heat. Her tits seemed to swell and harden, and she could see the big nipples stretch and harden as she watched.
Penny moaned softly and cupped her tits, filling her palms with the pointed, full ends. She lay back on the bed again and closed her eyes.
She remembered the way her father had sucked on them and could nearly feel his tongue swirling about her nipples again. She squeezed the tips gently with her fingers and imagined that his lips were compressing them, drawing on them as if trying to suck something warm and sweet from them.
She let out another moan and felt her pussy lips bloat and swell inside her panties as she remembered the rest of it. Even though it had been two nights ago, her clit still tingled from the way his lips and tongue had drawn her fiery, shuddering orgasms right through the throbbing tip of the tiny organ.
She gasped with mounting heat. She listened to the shower running in the bathroom. She looked at the double bed next to her, seeing the rumpled sheets and the imprint of her father's body, and she remembered the wild thoughts she'd had last night.
He'd been sleeping on the far side of the bed, which was good, or she might have done it. She'd had the strong desire to slip from her bed and lift the covers from his hips and stick her head under and suck his prick off again, while her mother slept soundly beside him. He couldn't have dared to refuse her for fear of waking up his wife.
With the wild image in her mind again, Penny spread her bare thighs and clamped her hand quickly over her crotch and squeezed. Sensation blazed through her young body once more.
She wouldn't stop tingling. All day yesterday on the drive up here, she'd smoldered and tingled until she thought she d go mad. She'd squirmed all over the back seat, shifting her hips and ass constantly, watching the back of her father's head and trying to catch his eye in the rear-view mirror.
Her mother had sat over by the door, looking most of the time out her side window, as if reluctant to even acknowledge his presence in the car.
Penny tried to visualize them fucking. She couldn't make the picture. She couldn't see her mother with her legs apart and her cunt watering and sucking around his big, hard cock as it plunged in and out of her hot hole.
She couldn't see her mother sucking her full lips down around his prick and making him come in her mouth, either. Not with the abandon Penny had done it. Not until she swallowed his spurting cum.
It was all very strange. It was as if she'd really seen her mother for the first time. Not as a beautiful, youthful woman with a body begging to be used, but as someone marred by the past and in fear of her own passions.
Penny tossed her head on the bed and moaned again. The sudden tingling of her asshole made her remember the most thrilling part, the wildest part, when her father had fucked the tip of his tongue into the center of her saucy, full butt and had made her come twice.
She gasped and squeezed her pussy lips tightly together inside the panties. She felt warm, slippery honey seeping from her cunt and soaking into the material.
On sudden daring, she lifted the elastic waistband from her taut, quivering tummy and thrust her hand into the panties. Her fingers brushed over her springy curls and slopped through her wet cunt lips, moving with circular, massaging motions.
It was crazy! Her mother could come out of the bathroom any moment and catch her, but she couldn't stop.
Her hips lifted jerkily. A moan escaped her throat and bubbled from her full, slack-lipped mouth. Her tits stretched and hardened even more, and she felt her clit began to burn with sensation.
Her pussy mouth sucked at her elusive fingers as they swept past the silky, drooling orifice and curled under her crotch, reaching all the way back, deep into the crack of her ass.
Her knees came up and opened wide. Her pelvis rocked upward, and her crotch parted totally to her exploring fingers. The tip of her middle one made a tiny circle, becoming centered over the puckered, quivering mouth of her asshole.
She shivered wildly and then pressed inward, harder and harder. Her finger was slick with pussy juice. She felt the rubbery mouth expand and stretch and pulsate.
She squeezed her eyes tightly and imagined it was her father's thrilling tongue again.
"Ah!" she cried sharply, a hoarse whisper. "My God-I'm going to come!"
Her eyes popped open. Her hand jiggled rapidly, the tip of her finger just entering her asshole. The heel of her hand massaged her pussy mouth and clit.
Her knees quivered open and closed and open again. Her hips swiveled and locked, her twat lifted high. The soles of her feet pushed against the mattress.
Her tits jiggled and hardened, the nipples stretching far from the tips of them. Breath sucked into her lungs and became stuck there. Her whole body shuddered, and then quick, hard waves of orgasm rocked through her, making her toss wildly.
"Ahhhhgh!" she cried, choking back the full, throaty sound she wanted to make.
She gasped harshly and felt heat spread all through her body, clear to her toes and the top of her scalp. Her hips settled slowly back to the bed.
Her finger popped from her pulsing asshole, and she drew it up over her quaking cunt and slippery gap- It was only then she realized the shower had stopped and that her mother was standing in the doorway in a cloud of steam, a towel wrapped around her lush body.
As she stood and stared, Penny pulled her hand from her panties and knew she'd been caught big as hell. Her nipples were thrusting from the ends of her tits, full and hard and red. Her breathing was quick and shallow.
Her knees were still up and apart, and there was an unmistakable quiver to her young hips. Her panties were slightly askew, and the crotch of them was damp with pussy juice.
Her mother just stood there for a long moment, holding the towel to her body and keeping her big tits covered.
Penny turned her head guiltily and lowered her legs, too aware of the telltale flush on her face and all the other signs that left no mistake about what had just happened. Her pulse hammered. She could feel her pussy lips move apart and closed with each heartbeat, and she prepared herself for a display of shock and a stern lecture.
It didn't come. She looked back finally. Her mother walked stiffly around the foot of the bed toward the dresser. She sat in the chair with her back to Penny and faced the mirror and the wall.
Penny's brows wrinkled. What was the matter? Why didn't her mother say something?
Then she suddenly understood. What could her mother say? That masturbating was naughty and dirty and perverted?
Suddenly, she felt the power again. But it was different this time. It wasn't what she'd felt with Bert and her father-the power over a man. It was the feeling of power over another woman this time.
She watched her mother's back, seeing the pinch of her fine waist the bulky towel couldn't hide, the flare of her hips and round pertness of her ass.
It was a good body, a terrific one. But her father had never really enjoyed it. Not in sixteen years of sleeping next to it. Not the way he'd enjoyed his daughter's the night before last.
The knowledge made Penny feel terribly superior to her mother just then, and it was a heady sensation. It made her want to go up and tweak her mother's nose, or something, to strut a little and tell her mother that she already knew how to take care of a man-that you did it by giving, without being afraid of yourself.
"Penny, I... " Janet started softly, still facing the mirror. She took a deep sigh. "I'm not going to say anything about this, Penny. I'm not, because I approve."
She let her breath out in a rush. "I know you're at that age where you're beginning to want sex. I've talked to you many times about the dangers of wanting to have it with boys. What you did just now is-is a good solution. A workable one, with no embarrassment ever."
She lifted her head." She reached for her hairbrush and began working it slowly through her damp curls. Penny sat up in bed and watched her, feeling a mixture of emotions.
"Is that-what you do, Mom?" she asked. "Is that what the thing in the Kotex box is for?"
Janet stopped brushing. She turned around. The towel sagged from her chest, showing the slopes of her big tits. She looked her daughter right in the eye.
"Yes, Penny," she said. "That's what it's for. When we get back home, I'll buy you one. You can use it as often as you want, and no one will ever know. Then you won't be tempted to hang around with Shirley's brother anymore and get-get ..."
"Fucked, Mom?" Penny asked softly. "Fucked by a hard, spurting prick that squirts hot sperm into my pussy?"
Janet recoiled slightly. "Yes!" she cried.
Penny looked at her mother for a long moment, seeing the compressed lines of her lips, the way her eyes darted slightly with inner fear and torment.
"Poor Daddy," she said softly.
"What!"
"It's no wonder he's sick and had to go to the clinic to find out what's wrong with him."
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Janet cried heatedly.
"I know he needs a good fuck, Mom."
"What do you mean! How do you know that! Answer me!"
Penny slipped from the bed. She went to her mother, her naked tits swaying firmly, her round asscheeks jiggling tautly inside the blue panties.
She stood over her mother and then went to her knees beside the chair, looking into her mother's eyes.
"I might be young, Mom, but I'm not blind. He needs you. He wants you. He needs a whole woman-one who isn't afraid to give of herself."
Janet licked her lips. She looked down the slopes of her tits to her daughter's face. "You don't know anything about it," she whispered with a croaking sound. "You don't have to give to the bastards. There's nothing in the rules about giving. They come and take. Take and take! They take everything you've got and then cast you aside, soaked with their wetness, bruised by their hard, raping cocks! You don't give to them-you give to yourself! It's the only way, you hear me?"
Penny watched her mother. Her head was back. Her eyes were intense and jittery. Her tits shook so hard the towel slipped from them, leaving them thrusting and big-nippled, right before her eyes.
Penny couldn't believe the size of the nipples, the hardness of them. Hers were bigger than the others she'd seen in the showers at school, but they weren't half the size of her mother's nipples.
She couldn't stop herself. It was as if her hand had a mind of its own. She stared at her mother's nipples and reached for them, touching them, rolling them in the tips of her fingers.
"Penny ..." her mother gasped. "What are you doing..."
Penny saw the quick intake of breath, the sudden flare of her mother's nostrils. Her thighs jerked slightly, opening. Penny felt her head spin. "Mom, I. . . "
She leaned forward slowly. She closed her eyes. The tips of her fingers slid around to the underside of her mother's conical, pointing tit and lifted the big, rubbery nipple toward her face.
Her mother opened, her soft, full lips parting. She leaned in between her mother's parted thighs and sucked that big-nippled tit into her warm, wet mouth and drew firmly.
"Ohhhh, Penny!" Janet gasped. "Honey, don't do that! Don't suck my tit! Ohhhh . . . don't..."
Her thighs opened even more. Penny sucked and drew. She felt as if she couldn't stop. It was a heady experience. The rubbery nipple felt good between her lips-something like a little prick.
She smelled a heady scent waft upward from her mother's pussy, and the idea came to her, brazenly, with such boldness her emotions spun.
She reached down into her mother's lap. She lifted the corner of the towel, one half and then the other, baring her mother's blond-furred twat.
"Penny, stop ..." Janet gasped.
"It's all right, Mom," Penny said softly. "It won't hurt you to give to another woman. Not to me-your daughter ..."
"Ohhhh, God ..." Janet moaned, tipping her head back, sliding her buttocks to the edge of the chair. She put her hand over her pussy, stroking the fleshy lips and the slippery gap automatically, ready to masturbate right in front of her daughter.
But Penny lifted her mother's hand away. She looked at the pink folds of her pussy. She saw the gleam of cunt honey surging forward. She saw the lift and stretch of her clit as the little organ filled with passion.
She didn't know what had come over her. She wanted to suck her mother's cunt, just the way her father had sucked her own. She remembered the play of his tongue over her lips and clit and the way it had teased into her slippery pussy hole with little fucks.
And the thought was in the back of her mind that this wasn't as perverted and terrible as it seemed, because it might-just might-allow her mother to lower the high wall she'd been hiding behind all these years and give of herself.
Not to a piece of shaking plastic, this time, but to another person . . .
Penny sucked her mouth from the end of her mother's tit with a wet smack. She slipped the towel totally from the gently twisting body and watched her mother's hips begain to rock with heat.
"Penny, don't..." Janet gasped. "This is insane . . . you can't be doing this . . . God, why don't I push you away and make you stop this shameful perversion ..."
She gasped and sucked in air. Her tits jutted forward, as big and as stiff as they'd ever been in her life. She couldn't close her legs to save herself.
Penny gasped nearly as fitfully as her mother. As much as she tried to convince herself that she was doing this for her father, she couldn't help but feel excited.
She knelt before her mother's gaping pussy and felt her own cunt lips spread and bloat again, the twat hairs brushing against the rug and making her wet flesh tickle.
She put her palms on her mother's smooth thighs and spread them wider. She looked down at the wet, red hole of her pussy. She saw the muscular contractions at the very mouth of it that betrayed her mounting excitement.
Penny looked long and hard. It was the first cunt she'd ever seen. The first hot one, open and wet and ready for a hard cock to fuck up it.
She hadn't even looked at her own pussy. She'd certainly never looked at another girl's, except when they were in the showers with her at school.
She wondered if her own pussy was as pretty and silky-looking as her mother's. Nearly everything else about them was the same, so, why not their cunts, too?
Had her father noticed the other night? Is that what had made him so hot? The thought that he was finally getting to suck his wife's cunt? Had he transformed his daughter's sucking lips into his wife's also?
The thought was insulting for a moment, but then Penny realized that half her goal was to have her father receive enjoyment after all these years. Then it didn't matter if he confused their pussies for a moment.
The other half was for her mother to receive enjoyment and to come alive. Then it wouldn't matter whether it was her daughter's tongue or her husband's giving her that enjoyment later on, if it progressed from tongue to finger to cock.
Penny put her hands to her mother's pussy and used her thumbs to spread the fleshy lips wide. The red gap and quivering hole appeared in all their glory, and the perfume wafting up into her nostrils was heady stuff.
"Mom ..." Penny choked, "... it's beautiful! Oh, Mom-why have you been hiding your beautiful pussy!"
"Ohhhh, God!" Janet gasped, making a weak effort to close her thighs.
But her daughter's touch was so light and tingling and gentle that waves of heat were already blazing through her. The sight of her young body shuddering with orgasm at her own hand had done it. She'd been twitching and leaking over the towel ever since.
And Penny had made sense just now. Another woman couldn't hurt her, couldn't rape her with a ramming, spurting prick. Masturbation was such a lonely business. She did it and did it, but it never seemed enough. It would feel good to have someone trustworthy be close to her and make her come-without fucking a spitting cock into her body to do it. She wondered why she'd never thought of making it with another woman before.
Maybe-after this with Penny-may be that would be the way to go from now on . . .
"Ahhhh, God!" she gasped tightly, her head jerking back.
Penny lunged forward, unable to hold back. She had to taste and feel and know. Her father had shown her some of it the other night. Now, it was her mother's turn.
Her mouth opened. Her soft lips parted. She kissed her mother's wet cunt hole as if Frenching Bert, and her tongue became enveloped with hot, silky meat, quivering tissues, heady flavors.
She felt the pussy lips mash fleshily under her mouth. She felt the slight graininess of them. The springy-curls tickled her cheeks, and she could feel the warm, slippery pussy honey running down her chin.
How had her father licked her cunt? What were the things he'd done to make her come so hard?
Penny remembered. She did them to her mother's pussy. She darted her tongue in and out of the slippery, wet hole and felt the muscles inside grip and quiver and try to suck her tongue deeper.
She puffed air through her nostrils and wrapped her hands around her mother's hips and fairly wallowed in the warm haven between her thighs from which she'd emerged into the world.
She felt the firm buttocks quiver and inch closer to the edge of the chair. She made a broad surface of her tongue and lapped around the shaking hole with it.
She lapped up the slippery gap and felt the tiny, thrusting organ of her mother's clit. She flicked the tip with her tongue and then wrapped her soft lips around the little organ and sucked.
"Ahhhh, Penny!" Janet gasped, shaking her hips. "Ohhhh, stop! You're going to make me come! My own daughter! Ahhhh!"
Janet's hips lifted quickly, surging upward. They held and shuddered. Her pussy trembled and sucked at the chin pressed into the wet mouth.
Her tits jutted from her chest, and she couldn't keep her own hands from them. It felt good to fondle both her tits at once when she came- something she couldn't do when one hand was at her pussy, masturbating it.
She yelled and came surprisingly hard, appalled with the lack of guilt or shame she felt. It was good! Fucking with someone else was good!
Penny didn't stop. She felt the twitching, shaking pussy under her mouth and kept licking, working all over the lips, massaging them with her tongue, sucking them into her mouth and making them stretch and fill even more.
She wallowed and lapped, and her mother kept gasping and moaning as if making up for sixteen years of going without.
Penny licked up and down the red crack, dipping her tongue into the pussy hole, then fucking it as far up her mother's cunt as she could, trying to make it feel like a prick.
She didn't know what made her remember, but then she let out a little cry and knew she had to give her mother the ultimate pleasure possible.
She licked all around her mother's cunt hole one last time and then sank slightly lower, until she was looking right at it-right between the round, quaking cheeks at the pink-brown, puckered, tight asshole.
Penny gasped. Her own anus tingled so badly again she had to clamp her fingers around her pussy and tickle it. Then she lurched forward, spreading her mother's firm cheeks with her fingers.
She rimmed the rubbery mouth quickly and then thrust her tongue inside, fucking it back and forth quickly, just the way her father had done it to her.
"Yaaaagh!" Janet cried, jerking wildly. "Not there! Don't fuck my asshole! Yaaagh! No! No! Oh, God! I'm coming again! You mustn't! Don't make me come! Not in my asshole! Aahhhhhgh!''
She yelled and thrashed. Her hands squeezed her tits so tightly they hurt. Her asshole clenched tightly around the fucking invader. Her hips twisted so hard she nearly sprained Penny's neck. Then she reached down and gave her daughter a hard shove.
"Damn you!" she cried, her face flushed. "Not there! You raped my asshole! Damn you! Ohhhh, God! What a pervert! My own daughter, sucking my cunt and fucking my asshole! Ahg!"
Penny recoiled. Her mother had pushed her so hard she was now sitting on her butt, her legs splayed, her wet cunt gasping. Janet clapped her knees together, closing her crotch up tightly. She covered her naked tits with her arms and hid them from her daughter.
She jumped up from the chair and snatched the towel up and whipped it over her body. She spun around and snatched up her clothes and half ran toward the bathroom.
She turned in the doorway and looked back at her daughter, who was still sitting on the floor, gaping with shock and incomprehension.
"You be dressed when I come out, do you hear me?" she shot.
"Mom-what's wrong? What did-"
"Shut up! Do what I say! And don't you ever think you can-oh, God! God!" she cried, slamming the door behind her.
Penny jumped with the loud bang. Then she sat and stared, her emotions spinning.
What had happened? What had gone wrong? God, had she made everything worse now instead of better?
A sense of despair came over her. She closed her legs, shutting off her pussy the way her mother had done. She swallowed several times and felt her heartbeat go with dull, heavy thuds.
Maybe her mother had been right after all-she was just an inexperienced kid. A kid who thought she knew all the answers but really knew nothing of the complexities and complications of this sex stuff, only the urges.
She stood up. She moved unsteadily in a small circle, unsure what to do first. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. She stood and looked at the image there.
She saw the big tits, the hard nipples. Her eye traced the curves of her narrow waist and the flare of her hips. She saw the fetching blue panties over her round, tight ass, and the streak of darkness betraying the line of her leaking pussy slit was suddenly offensive to her.
She looked into her own eyes, and there was a trace of loathing in her gaze. What the hell had become of her!
She'd sucked off her father's prick. She'd tried to sink her open cunt down on the stiff shaft, pleading for him to take her virginity.
Now, she'd eaten her mother's cunt out and tongue-fucked her asshole and sucked her tits like a hard-core Lesbian.
Her own parents!
How hideous could a daughter become!