Chapter 3

Mary managed to find some new batteries for the dildo, but it wasn't long before her mother found out. Her stepfather was still in New York, his business trip stretched an extra week. He wouldn't be back until Mary was in school.

Mary knew she had to be careful around her mother, but she was a kid with a new toy. She couldn't stop going to the bedroom to use the dildo when her mother was away.

Rid of her hymen, Mary got to be an expert with the slender plastic cock. She learned how to work it into her cunt and massage the slippery channel walls with the tingling head and to tease the stubby clit button at the top of her snatch.

Mary was in the bedroom when her little secret was discovered. She was spread out on the bed, her tummy hugging the bedspread, her hand feeding dildo up through her cunt. She had pushed the head into her slit and turned over and was hunched up, her weight straining against her thighs, trying to push the dildo into her snatch with her fingers, when Jackie walked in.

Jackie had cut short her trip into Haven. She heard the moaning almost immediately. "What's . that daughter of mine doing?" she asked herself. | Deep down, she probably knew. Any woman could easily recognize the lusty resonance in the girl's voice. There was pain and pleasure in the way she moaned, a rhythmic cadence that suggested only one thing.

Still, Jackie was astonished. She walked in and saw the rounded cheeks of her daughter's ass staring back at her. Mary's thighs moved back and forth, and from the inverted V of her crotch protruded her dildo.

Jackie's white plastic dildo was jammed half­way up her daughter's cunt. Jackie stared, fascin­ated. The antique dealer, her lover, had bought it for her as a joke, but it was no laughing matter when the rounded head wormed its way into her cooze. Jackie had qualms about using the fuck stick, yet it was too much fun to throw away.

But her daughter! My God, Mary was ram­ming the stick up her cunt! The white handle looked obscene trailing out of her twat. She felt ill. She slumped against the wall.

Mary was moaning louder, talking to her dildo as if the vile thing were a lover. "Ohhhh, fuck me," Mary moaned.

Jackie's vision cleared. The room was filled with the stink of her daughter's weeping cunt. Jackie's nostrils flared. She had never smelled anything so disgusting in her whole life.

Anger pulsed through her veins. She was mad, her fingers balling into fists, ready to strike her daughter. How could she? she thought. How could her daughter do this to her?

Jackie spotted her daughter's rumpled blue jeans by the bed. A thin leather belt ran through the loops, the buckle gleaming in the sunlight. Amazingly, her daughter was not aware of Jackie's presence. Jackie stepped forward and gripped the belt free in one motion and brought the end down hard against her daughter's rump.

"Aaaaaaiiieee!!" Mary shouted.

The wonderful sensation in her cunt turned to pain. The leather snapped against her skin and the pain exploded through her nerves. At first she thought the dildo was responsible for the stinging sensation in her butt. It almost felt good. She jammed the baton deeper, feeling her twat lips suck on the plastic. Then the belt came down again, this time on the tender skin of her rump cheeks and Mary screamed out in pain. Again the belt found the mark, and again she fell, screaming with fright. She looked up at Jackie and revulsion filled her mind.

Revulsion tempered with fear. Her eyes were wide. Mary watched the belt raise high above her mother's head and then come down against her breast. The end found her pink nipple, still erect from the throbbing passion coursing through the walls of her cunt. "Yaaaaa!!" she screamed.

Jackie didn't say a word. She was full of hatred. The belt gave Jackie angry power, a way to fight back, and she used it skillfully.

Jackie studied the cringing figure of her daugh­ter with a cold, calculating stare. Her skin was feverishly hot. Sweat moistened her crotch and underarms. Her daughter was curled up in a ball at the head of the bed, clutching a pillow between . her trembling thighs. Jackie wanted to strip naked before her daughter's frightened gaze and then whip the shit out of her.

The dildo was on the bed, where it had popped out of Mary's cunt hole.

Jackie held out her hand. "Give," she said.

Quickly Mary reached for the dildo and handed ; it to her mother. The plastic rod felt unusually heavy in her palm when she closed her fingers tightly around the handle. It had been a long time since she had used the dildo. The plastic stick felt odd now. She looked at her daughter. Mary now lay on her back, her legs curled, but not so shut Jackie could not see the fluff of blonde pubic hair in her crotch. Below the hair was her raised, pouty cunt mound. Jackie held the dildo up. The shaft was gleaming with pussy juice. The room was filled with her daughter's sex odor. It hung in the air like a vapor cloud, covering them both.

"Mommy," began Mary. She was scared within an inch of her life. She had to do something. Saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth. She was flooded with anxiety that paralyzed every nerve in her shivering body. It hurt to breathe, but Mary had to do something.

She couldn't lie still and let her mommy beat her with the leather belt. Maybe she deserved a beating for stealing the dildo... she felt guilty as hell. Looking up into her mother's hate filled eyes, then letting her gaze fall to the belt in her twitching hand, Mary knew pleading for mercy would do no good.

"Who said you could go into my room?" Jackie demanded.

Mary remained silent. What could she say?

Her mother held the dildo like a dagger. It was like she would use it on her own daughter's cunt.

Mary's muscles flinched and she felt a sharp pain in her asshole. Maybe she wants to use it there," Mary thought. It was a horrible thought, but a realistic one, considering the way her step­father had thrown her mother on the table and jammed his dick way up inside her rectum. Maybe that was Mother's way of getting off! She pulled the pillow between her thighs and felt her cunt press against the starched linen case. It tickled her wet twat. She pulled it away and noticed the tiny stain.

She was ashamed. Her hole was still wet from the dildo and her mother was going to whallop her for using it.

"I'm sorry, Mother," Mary murmured. "I had no right to take it."

Then the belt cracked and pain exploded on her shoulder. Mary screamed, grabbing her wound­ed flesh. Looking up, her eyes dancing frantically, she saw her mother's thin smile split at the cor­ners, exposing fine, white teeth.

She loves this, Mary thought. She's loving this.

Wait a goddamn minute. Mary was humiliated, but there were limits to every thing. Her blood beat fiercely in her chest. Already her mother's arm was coming back, ready to lash out again with the belt. This time, Mary was going to stand her ground.

The leather snapped once more. Mary grabbed the end as it came down through her breasts and snapped viciously at her cunt. The wet thatch of fur over her cunt turned to fire. She wanted to whimper and cry until the beating was over, but she knew if she submitted, the beating would go on and on. She grabbed the belt and yanked it away from her mother, who stood straight as a board, too surprised to move.

Mary pulled the belt back and lashed out. It missed Jackie completely. Her mother stepped out of the way, watching the leather tip sail past her face. One foot tripped. Suddenly the room was spinning madly. Jackie was falling and twisting at the same time. The room exploded with twink­ling stars as her head hit the door.

Jackie was knocked unconscious, her body sprawled on the floor like a sack of flour, and | above her stood her daughter, holding the whip and whimpering softly.