Chapter 5
The next morning Bonnie woke up filled with a gnawing curiosity and a cunt full of her father's cum. The curiosity dealt with what she'd witnessed the previous night before her father had fucked her. She still wondered what her mother and brother had been doing out in the station wagon together.
The more Bonnie ran it over in her mind, the less convincing her notion that they might've been listening to the weather report on the car radio seemed. She couldn't put her finger on the reason why that seemed wrong but still . . .
"Hey, little Miss Sleepyhead ! Get out of the sack and try some of these flapjacks with real maple syrup," her father said, interrupting Bonnie's thoughts.
Bonnie waved him away, muttering. Then she crawled all the way back into the bag's cocoon and pretended to fall back "to sleep. Really, though, Bonnie was waiting. She knew that the rest of the family would get restless and eventually leave the cabin. Then she could slip outside and check out the mysterious station wagon.
"Well, gotta take advantage of what we're dealt, even if it is more snow," Ken Johnson said after a while, rubbing his hands as he looked out the window. "I'm going ice fishing."
"The great outdoorsman," his wife sarcastically muttered.
Ken ignored Diane and went to get his gear. Then, too full of boyish energy to stay cooped up in the cramped cabin, Mark decided to go with his father. As he and Ken left, Mark winked at his mother, something his dad missed but his sister noticed.
"Damn!" Bonnie whispered.
After Ken and Mark were gone, Diane Johnson busied herself washing the breakfast dishes. When she finished she sat down with a book in front of the warmth of the kitchen stove, her presumably sleeping daughter the last thing on her mind. From afar, Bonnie guessed this was a good time to make her move.
When Bonnie slipped out of the bag and hurriedly dressed, her reading mother neither looked her way nor said a thing. It was almost too easy, like she was invisible, thought Bonnie, as she tip-toed across the room and eased the cabin door open and slipped outside.
The car sat there in the snow, its windows covered over. Bonnie let herself in through the hatchback, lowering it behind her as she knelt in the rear of the station wagon.
She began looking for clues without knowing in advance what they might be. She felt, though, that she'd recognize something important if she saw it. And she was right.
At first it looked like it was just a sticky smudge on the upholstery in the back. It could have been made by some dropped food, except that Bonnie knew that with the doors and windows shut an old mess would have frozen by now. Only a stain made within the last few hours would still be relatively fresh.
Bonnie dabbed at it and licked her fingertip. After her recent experiences she'd have recognized the telltale flavor anywhere. It was unmistakable.
"Cum!" Bonnie whispered, her pulse racing. "Cum from a cock. Mark's cum!"
Bonnie considered the possibility that her brother had just been jerking off. Their mother? Maybe she'd seen Mark go outside, had followed him. But no, that just wouldn't wash.
"They were fucking," she gulped, chilled by a sense of certainty. "Mom and Mark fucked last night in this car!"
Bonnie felt as if she were sitting on a keg of dynamite, with the smallest thing threatening to set it off. When she heard the metallic click behind her, she almost jumped out of her skin. She jerked around in a panic and saw the hatchback being opened from outside the car.
"Find what you were looking for?" said an all-too-familiar voice. "M-Mom!" Bonnie stammered. Crouching, Diane entered the rear of the station wagon, the hatchback falling shut behind her. Now she and her wide-eyed daughter were practically nose to nose, their mingled breath rising in a billowing cloud through the cold.
"Well?" Diane prompted. Bonnie knew there was no point in lying, not with the way her mother stared right through her. "Y-you and Mark, Mom?" she stuttered.
If Bonnie expected her mother to be shy about admitting it, she was in for another surprise. For Diane nodded vigorously. "I'm sure you can understand why I did what I did, Bonnie-if you know what I mean."
Choking, Bonnie could only suppose that her brother had spilled the beans about fucking her first to their mother. Again Bonnie saw no advantage in lying and as she gathered the courage for a full confession another bomb-shell took her breath away.
"Seems that you weren't the only one who saw something suspicious last night, young lady," Diane said. "I got an eyeful too." Bonnie gasped, "Last night?"
"You and the old man looked like you were going at it pretty good," Diane chuckled, leaving no doubt that she knew everything. "I haven't gotten that kind of action out of your dad since our honeymoon. Didn't know he had it in him anymore."
Bonnie couldn't believe how casual her mother was about the whole thing.
"Okay, so we both know each other's secret -me and daddy, you and Mark," Bonnie said, daring to bring the issue to a head. "Now what, Mom?"
"Let's put it this way, honey," Diane purred. "Since you've managed to bring your father's cock back to life, naturally I'm curious to find out what you have to offer that's so special."
Bonnie flinched when she felt Diane's hand slip beneath her flannel shirt and touch her braless tits. But she did nothing to stop her mother's caress.
"Trust me, baby, trust me," Diane sensually whispered. "Don't you see? Each of us already has so much on the other that it's like we're chained together. So, mmmm, why not take advantage of it?"
She lifted one of her daughter's small tits out of the partially unbuttoned shirt and kissed the immediately stiffening nipple.
"B-but, Mom," Bonnie sputtered, thrills from the female mouth on her tit shooting all the way down to her pussy. "I-I'm not gay."
"Neither am I, sweetheart," Diane answered, still slurping at her daughter's erect nipple. "But haven't you wondered about trying it?"
"No," Bonnie honestly replied. But then, just as honestly, she added, "Not until now."
"Well, this is your chance. Our chance, darling," Diane murmured. "I'll bet we can make ourselves forget all about men for the time being if we just do what comes naturally. Like this ..."
She unbuttoned her daughter's shirt all the way, pushing Bonnie back and burying her face between those girlish tits. Squirming with anxiety at first, Bonnie soon experienced a pleasurable rush that relaxed her when her mother's thigh rubbed her young pussy through her jeans.
"I'm going to lick you all over," Diane promised.
Her tongue went to work, moving slowly down from Bonnie's tits. Eventually Bonnie started to squirm again, but this time it was in response to her horny mother's touch.
"Looks like I've run out of skin to lick," Diane said when her tongue lapped past Bonnie's navel. "That is, unless I do some-thing about these jeans."
"Oh, Mom, take them off!" Bonnie urged.
"Strip me naked so you can eat my pussy!"
"Only under one condition," Diane play-fully said, her fingertips teasing Bonnie's zipper.
"Anything, Mom, anything!"
"You've got to promise to come for me if I eat you, darling. Come in my mouth, so I can drink the juice out of your sweet, young cunt."
"It won't be hard, Mom. Just try me," Bonnie panted with lust.
Her mother snapped open and unzipped her jeans. In her earlier hurry to sneak outside and investigate the station wagon, Bonnie hadn't bothered with panties and now her cunt was revealed immediately.
"Mmmm, what an adorable, little pussy!" Diane cried at the sight of the wispy triangle at the crux of her daughter's open thighs. "Couldn't have picked a prettier one for my first taste of cunt."
The lips of Diane's mouth crushed the lips of her teenaged daughter's waiting pussy. The sound of greedy female suction immediately filled the car, quickly joined by Bonnie's moans when her mother's tongue found her clit.
"Ahhhh, Mom, keep it up just like you are now," Bonnie called. "You're sucking and licking my cunt just right to make me come for you. Hope you're thirsty. Mom, because you'll be drinking my pussy juice just . . . about . . . now. Now! Now!"
With a buck of her hips, Bonnie abruptly climaxed in her mother's face. Diane respond-ed with gulping swallows which made Bonnie come even harder. Clutching Diane's head with her thighs, Bonnie pressed her pussy so tightly against her mother's mouth that she couldn't tell where her own pussy lips ended and her mother's oral lips began.
"It's like you already knew my pussy inside and out in advance, Mom," Bonnie moaned. "You suck me, oooooh, perfect."
Bobbing up from between Bonnie's legs, Diane answered, "It won't be any different when you eat my pussy. You'll know exactly what to do, too."
"Gee, Mom, I don't know," Bonnie said. "After the way you've gone down on me, you've given me a lot to live up to."
"Don't worry, darling. Once you see my pussy, you'll have all the confidence in the world."
Diane arose on her knees and down came her jeans. Underneath her panties were almost dissolved at the crotch from all the juice they'd absorbed. Diane peeled the soggy panties away with tantalizing slowness, teasing her daughter.
"Sooooo hairy," Bonnie swooned while her mother's panties finally dipped all the way below Diane's pubic beard.
"It grows all the way up into my ass," Diane revealed, kicking the jeans and panties entirely away now. "Just look."
She leaned back on her elbows, spreading her thighs and asscheeks for her daughter. The erotic growth of which she was so proud crawled from her cunt into the split of her ass like vines, framing the pink pucker of her asshole.
"Nothing to stop you from sucking me in both places," Diane suggested. "I like a nice hot tongue in my ass just as much as I do on my pussy."
"But that's not fair, Mom," Bonnie pouted. "You didn't eat my ass when you went down on me."
"That slight oversight can be taken care of while you eat me," Diane answered with a horny grin.
Bonnie giggled. "You be on top, Mom," she suggested. "I want you to sit on my face with that hairy cunt and ass of yours so you can smother me with them."
"My pleasure, sweetheart," Diane agreed, dropping onto all fours. "You just slide under me and we'll fit together like we've been doing this for years."
"Mmmm, I wish," Bonnie said, thinking about all the lesbian action she'd missed.
Then, from the rear of Diane, Bonnie wriggled feet-first on her back through the archway of her kneeling mother's thighs and arms. She wound up with what seemed like a hairy acre of pussy directly above her face, while at the other end of the action her own cunt was caressed by her mother's hot breath.
"Together. We'll start eating together. When I count to three," Diane said. "Okay? One . . . two ..."
Diane's crotch had started to dip. Bonnie's was on the rise.
"Three!"
The mouths of mother and daughter met one another's pussies at precisely the same instant and the female sixty-nine had begun. Now rhythmic slurping filled the car as tongues entered cunt slits, probing to the juicy depths.
As she held up her half of the sixty-nine, Bonnie didn't miss not having a cock to suck at all. Her mother's incredibly hairy cunt latched on to her face and wouldn't let go and Bonnie especially liked taking a mouthful of bush while she tongue-fucked the cunt gash.
When Diane climaxed for her daughter it was the first time Bonnie had ever tasted female cum. Automatically, she compared it to the male variety: And while she couldn't say that either the cream from a spurting cock or the honey from an orgasmic pussy was superior to the other, she certainly knew she would have no difficulty adjusting to a steady diet of cunt.
Her mother apparently felt the same way. For when Bonnie climaxed, Diane acted as if she were going to eat right through her daughter to devour every available drop of teenaged pussyjuice.
Mother and daughter came repeatedly in one another's mouths. And as their multiple orgasms mounted, another advantage of lesbian sixty-nining occurred to Bonnie. When she'd been sucking with her brother and father, the action stopped once the cock shot-off. But there was no such limitation when both halves of the sixty-nine were women. The female partners came and came and came, never stopping since there was no single-shot prick to pamper.
Indeed, when Bonnie and her mom finally withdrew their mouths from one another's cunt, it was only because the time seemed right to test the orgasmic possibilities of even tighter, more sensitive holes.
Simultaneously, each stuffed her tongue into the other's ass chute. Spit greased the way, with penetration surprisingly quick and deep. Neither Diane nor Bonnie could now avoid farting and neither was the slightest bit embarrassed by her windy reaction to her female partner's tongue. They even giggled while sucking up the tangy fumes.
Soon, Bonnie discovered what her more experienced mother already knew-that the nerves in a woman's asshole lead straight to her clit. Bonnie climaxed even sooner and harder than she'd expected to from getting her ass tongue-fucked.
With her tongue hilted in her mother's climaxing asshole, Bonnie learned about the side-effects of the practice. A little bit of something like chocolate syrup seeped into her taste buds. It was shit, she realized, but Bonnie reacted with anything but disgust. She knew that her own shit was being tasted by her mother and it gave her the most incredible sense of sharing she could imagine.
"Ooooh, Mom, I think I loved eating your ass as much as I did your pussy," Bonnie sighed when they'd finally broken apart for air. "And your tongue in mine . . . mmmm . . . first time I've ever really taken anything down there before. Feels sooooo goooooood. Thanks for teaching me about ass-licking, Mom."
"You mean your father hasn't fucked you up the ass?" a surprised Diane asked. , "Not yet."
"Well, you can bet he will. If Ken Johnson's got the balls to fuck his own daughter, sooner or later he'll get around to trying his cock in your tight, little ass."
"Will it hurt?" Bonnie asked. "I mean, daddy's cock is so damned big!"
"It'll only hurt if you let it. Getting fucked in the ass is a real treat if you know what you're doing."
"But where can I get the experience I need before daddy does it to me?" Bonnie asked.
"Right here, honey," Diane replied. "Maybe I don't have a cock to bust your cherry ass, but I've got this." She held up her hand, suggestively wriggling the fingers. "You'd be surprised how far I can reach into your ass if you'll let me. Now, roll over on your stomach and let mama do the rest!"
"Anything you say," Bonnie agreed.
She stretched out face-down in the back of the station wagon, her mother astride her from behind. Diane started slowly, gently caressing Bonnie's plump asscheeks, interrupting the massage from time to time to spit on her fingers.
"Now that I've got my touch nice 'n' wet, I start working my way inside," Diane said, describing what she was doing.
Her moist fingertips crawled into the crack of her daughter's ass, surrounding the pink, puckered dent where the girl's shit normally came out. Then Diane rubbed around Bonnie's asshole until the stimulated rim turned red from the aroused blood that flowed straight to it.
"Ready yet, darling?" Diane purred.
"Mmmm, stick it in, Mom," Bonnie eagerly replied.
Diane leaned down and spit directly into Bonnie's quivering asshole. Then she slid a pair of fingers into the damp chute, quickly burying them to the last set of knuckles.
"So far, so good," Bonnie murmured. "Matter of fact, I think I could take even more "You will, honey. Oh, you will," her mother guaranteed.
Diane added a third finger within Bonnie's stretching asshole. Then she began a rhythmic movement of her hand.
"Feel like you're getting fucked yet?" mother asked daughter.
"A little, Mom," Bonnie sighed.
"That's not good enough," Diane said, curling her three fingers within her daughter's tight but yielding ass.
"Oh, wow, that feels almost like the head of a cock in there now. Fuck me with it, Mom, fuck my ass!"
"No sooner said than done," Diane chuckled, thrusting with her very hard knuckles into her daughter's ass.
"Ahhh, I can feel it all the way to my clit!" Bonnie said breathlessly, clearly on the brink of an orgasm. "Just a little bit more, and-"
Diane knuckle-fucked her daughter even deeper and harder.
"I'm commmmmming!" Bonnie joyously cried. "More, Mom, more!"
Diane added her littlest finger to her daughter's ass. She used its nail to tickle the expanded ass-walls, while the clenched trio of knuckles already inside continued to surge like a fucking cockhead.
A climaxing Bonnie rose to her knees, parting her thighs so her asshole widened even farther. She told her mother that she thought she could take a whole hand up her ass.
"Only one way to find out," Diane said.
Her thumb was still outside, but not for long. To get it in, Diane had to yank with her free hand at one of Bonnie's asscheeks, creating a slight but definite gap at one side of the girl's stuffed asshole. Into this the thumb surged.
"Oh, I'm packed," Bonnie groaned, her bowels gurgling. "Now what, Mom?"
"This!"
Somehow, Diane clenched all of her fingers at the same time in the restricted inner space. The result was a fist, a fist in Bonnie's ass, a fist bigger than the biggest cock.
"God, if I can take this I can take any-thing!" Bonnie squealed with triumph.
Her previous climaxes were nothing compared to the way she came now, as her mother steadily fist-fucked her squirming ass. Bonnie rocked back and forth on her knees to increase the thrilling penetration, keeping it going for several orgasmic minutes.
"Daddy's never gonna ass-fuck me half as good as this," she told her mother when the action wound down. "Thanks, Mom, thanks for showing me what it's all about."
"I didn't do it just because of your father," Diane revealed, finally withdrawing her shit-smeared fingers. "Fact is, sweetheart, I was teaching you how to give it as much as I was how to take it. Know what I mean?"
"Mmmm, I can dig it!" Bonnie eagerly replied, instantly understanding what Diane was getting at.
And soon, mother and daughter had switched positions so Bonnie could return the favor. She'd learned her lessons well and before long her hand was buried to the wrist, her knuckles clenched, and she was fist-fucking Diane in the ass.