Chapter 8
Mona Russell sat on the couch in her living room. The clock across the room told her that Cindy should be home soon. She picked up the telephone again, then set it down. Twenty minutes left.
There were still faint traces of bruises on Mona's white skin, but she was recovered from the light concussion she'd suffered on the golf course. Wearing only a frilly robe, the lovely black-haired woman had been turning an appointment card over and over in her fingers. "A charge will be made for appointments cancelled with less than forty-eight hours' notice," it said, and that time was approaching. She had worn the ink from the front of the pasteboard.
Mona didn't know if she wanted to see Dr. Piersall again. After her brazen behavior in his psychodrama room, she didn't know what he thought of her. Had he told Cindy about her masturbating in front of him? Mona still blushed when she thought of greasing his cock and stuffing it into her rectum.
He didn't seem to blame me. He said it wasn't my fault that I was raped. Even my bartenders have been nicer-I think they've quite tapping the till. Joel walks me to the car at closing, and that's nice of him.
I wish I'd never gone to the police. When Ron's wife came in, it was terrible! The names she called me! I didn't know he was married, but I can see why he wouldn't tell anybody about her. Fat, foulmouthed, she looks like she's more of a lush than he is. How does that woman expect ME to know where he is? Nobody's seen him since that night-I'd be the last person she should ask, after what he did.
I guess I'd better go on seeing Dr. Piersall. The way I've been at home can't be doing Cindy any good. I wonder if the doctor told her what I did? Damn me! I shouldn't be taking it out on her. She's all I've got!
Except the bar, and I'm going to lose that if I can't act a little happier when I'm there. I think I'm actually driving customers away! But what can I do? I'm just so afraid of them, the way they look at me. All of them know about it. Why didn't they at least hint that Ron was married?
Mona looked back at the telephone, then at the clock. She stood up and started pacing back and forth. Her bare feet were silent on the thick carpet. She moved with the easy, controlled power of a caged lioness. The lavender robe parted, trailing behind her. The darker ruffles at each side of the opening framed her melon-like breasts. Her nipples stood up as the fluttering cloth brushed across them when she turned at each end of the room.
Suddenly she stopped pacing. Mona walked to the tall mirror in the hall and began to talk to it. "Doctor Piersall, what do you think of me?" She put a very serious expression on her face and answered.
"Well, Mrs. Russell, I think you are a very troubled young woman."
"What can I do about my problems, Doctor? I know I'm troubled, but what can I do?"
In her deepest voice, she spoke to her reflection. "Why don't we discuss what you want? That would help me to tell you what we can do about your problems."
"Oh, crap! How's talking going to help? All I need is some man, somebody who's not a drunken loser to help me take care of Cindy. I don't want to spend all my money talking to you." She stopped. No, that's not true. I felt better in that room downstairs. It was like, oh, like I got as dirty as I could, and then he helped me feel a little clearer. I'm glad I didn't hurt him, like I meant to do at first. I guess the real trouble is that I feel like I should tell Cindy, but I don't dare.
It's too late to cancel for Thursday, anyway. I'll ask him about it, and if he doesn't think it will hurt anything, I'll tell her. This is the first thing I've hidden from her in years-not that I could hide my men. I wonder why I make so much noise when I cum.
Mona heard Cindy's key scratching in the lock. She quickly closed the front of her robe, knotting the belt. A quick tug at the lapels and her voluptuous breasts were hidden again.
"Mom! What are you doing home?" Cindy piped. "I thought you'd be at the bar by now."
Mona swept across the carpet, holding her arms wide. "I wanted to be here when you came in, honey. Let me give you a big hug to make up for the way I've been treating you!"
Cindy burrowed her head into the pillowy comforts of Mona's bosom, then remembered how she still reeked of Dr. Piersall's sweat and her own cunty juices. "Thanks, Mom. I'm glad you feel better." Cindy broke away. "I really have to take a shower. The school bus was really cruddy today. None of the windows would even open."
Mona backed off, disappointed. "Okay, baby, but make it quick. I have to be going to work soon." She looked at her daughter's face, concerned. Cindy wouldn't meet her eye. "Is everything all right, Cindy?"
The little brunette shook her head. "What could be wrong? You're feeling better, and you wanted to see me. Everything's cool, Mom, really. I just feel icky. I'll be okay after I wash." She set her books on the couch and went into the bathroom, thinking, God, what would she do if she found out? Of course, nothing's going to happen-Doctor Piersall even paid for the Pill prescription he wrote for me-but after the way she carried on when Mrs. Montague caught me ...
Cindy stripped quickly. The running water in the shower masked the sound of her quick rummage through her purse. She needed a secure place to hide her pills. She finally jammed the little packet down under her makeup case.
Mona paced up and down the hall outside, wondering about Cindy's reluctance. "I haven't been honest with her. That's the whole trouble. I can't expect her to tell me everything when I don't tell her anything," she muttered. Steeling herself, she tapped on the door. "May I come in, Cindy?"
Her daughter called from the shower, yelling over the drumming spray, "Sure! I'm all wet, but the door's open!"
The room was filled with steam. The mirrors were misted, and Cindy had turned on the heat lamp in the ceiling. The chilly mist heated under its beam, curling in slow, smoky tendrils. The walls were sunshine yellow, matching the design painted on the transparent shower curtain. Mona entered and sat on the lid of the John, watching Cindy twist around under the shower nozzle.
I was that young once. It's hard to believe it, but she was born when I was only two years older than she is right now. What happened? Mona brooded. She walked over toward the tub and leaned against the wall.
"What is it, Mom?" Cindy asked. "I'm listening." She turned her back to the faucet and wet her hair. Her pussy still showed soapy froth around the drenched fur. The little brunette's long tresses swayed as she shook her head, getting the water all through them.
Her daughter's beauty thrust a sorrowful pang through Mona's chest. She wondered how soon an infant would be gnawing at those pink-brown nipples, how many young boys had touched their firm shapes. "What do you think about Doctor Piersall?" Mona asked.
"Oh, I like him," Cindy said. She stooped to pick up a bottle of shampoo. The cream-puff mounds of her titties hung down, seeming to double in size. "He says some weird stuff sometimes, but I like him."
"What do you mean? Did he tell you anything about the last time I saw him?" Mona asked. She was getting a trifle too warm in the steamy little room. The lovely young mother undid the belt of her robe.
"No, he said you'd have to tell me-he couldn't." Cindy lathered her long mop vigorously. Her breasts hobbled with the strenuous motions of her arms. "The weird thing is, he told me that nudists are crazy. I didn't believe him. Remember when we used to go naked in the summertime, when nobody else was here?"
"Yes, I remember," Mona answered. "I never thought either of us was being disturbed by it." She watched Cindy rinsing her hair.
"Yeah. And you know what?" Cindy drew back the end of the shower curtain. "I bet if I had a brother and we all ran around naked, I wouldn't have been caught like that! Don't you think so, Mom?"
Mona was taken aback. "I-I hadn't thought of that. I suppose you may be right." She realized she was sweating. Mona took off the robe and tossed it over the washbasin. After all, I'm going to be showering in a minute.
The damp warmth of the mist was strangely exciting. Mona stood under the beam of the heat lamp. The artificial glow made her more aware of her shoulders and breasts. She leaned back and let the infrared play over her nipples. The coral buttons rose slowly into half-stiff peaks. The steamy heat made her curly hairdo wilt. Mona watched her daughter's brisk shampooing movements. She's growing up too fast. I wish I could warn her about all the things she's in for.
"Cindy," Mona began tentatively, "what did you think when I was raped?" She waited for the answer, weighing the possibilities in her head.
Cindy stood still under the water. What should I tell her? Does she suspect. Did Dr. Piersall call her up? "I wanted to find those men and kill them for hurting you," she answered. She turned and looked through the shower curtain. The sight of her naked mother, spotlighted in the bathroom mists, made her throat hurt. Cindy gulped.
"Me too," Mona said, "but I wanted to blame myself, also. It's funny-I guess that's why I didn't want to go to the hospital." Mona bowed her head. Her face was hidden in shadows. She tried to pick her words carefully. "I-not me, really-my body responded to them, and I wanted to hurt them, and me, and ... "
Cindy turned off the water. Her mother's voice was softening and the little girl wanted to hear every word. She stood still, letting the curtain smear Mona's outline. Cindy was torn between caring and her desire to hide from her mother's pain.
Mona tried again, her voice stronger. She looked up at Cindy's vinyl-rippled form. "I see a lot of myself in you, honey. Even when your father was alive, you were always more mine than his, because ... because ... " Her voice fell to a whisper. "No, he didn't really take advantage of me. I just wanted to think so.
"I took it out on you," Mona confessed. "I love you, baby, but you remind me too much of myself, and I don't like me!" She hid her face in her hands.
Cindy stepped out of the bathtub. Beads of water dotted her fresh, youthful skin. "Oh, Momma, it's all right," she said. The little girl put her arms around her mother. "I don't blame you for wanting to get back at me-you've worked so hard, and all I do is get in trouble." Cindy pulled her mother's hands down and looked at her. "Please don't cry, Momma. I love you!"
Mona clutched at her child. Her larger breasts pressed Cindy's firm mounds down. She pressed her face against Cindy's neck, ignoring the water that wet her own hair. "I'm not worth it, Cindy," she sniffed. "I never have enough time to give you, and I've been so nasty when I do see you ... "
Cindy pulled her head back and went on tiptoe. Her skin squeaked, skidding on the layer of water between them. She kissed her mother's lips and hugged her. "It's okay, Mother, really. All that matters is making you feel better." She kissed Mona again, lingering longer on her mouth.
Mona's arms tightened on her daughter's shoulders. A new warmth, softer than the lamp over their heads, suffused her. Her lips opened slightly.
Cindy's hands moved on her mother's back. She twisted her head, pressing her lips more firmly into the kiss. Before she knew what had happened, her tongue moved invitingly against her mother's mouth.
Mona hummed with gratitude. Her mouth opened wider and she met her daughter's tongue. One hand slid down to Cindy's wet, supple buttock. Strange thoughts twisted in her brain, curling as softly as the steamy mist surrounding them. This is Cindy, my own daughter! My body's betraying me again, just like ...
But I've done worse. She needs me-and it's not fair to her to stop. We won't hurt each other. I would never treat her like men would. She's so soft and warm and gentle ... '. the way I could have stayed without her father, without being alone so long.
Cindy felt her body heating. The slippery fluids were gathering in her vagina. Mom's so much softer than Mack! She'll know everything I feel, and I won't have to tell her or plead with her.
Cindy caressed her mother's back. She began to rub her breasts against her mother's luscious bosom. The softness of Mona's skin on her stiffening nipples made Cindy melt inside.
"Oh, Momma," Cindy moaned. "You feel so nice!" She kissed Mona greedily, her tongue darting swift as a hummingbird.
Mona replied in kind, sucking at her child's tongue. She stole one hand between them and caressed the young girl's marvelous little breasts. Breaking the kiss, Mona whispered. "Cindy, honey! I've been so jealous of you, watching you grow up. Please forgive me!" She rolled the delicate nipples under her palm, then sank to her knees.
Cindy held her mother's head between her hands. The soft, loving licks and gentle kisses on her nipples fanned the flame in her belly. She grew more excited by the second. Her wide, nubile hips moved sinuously. "Oh, Mommy! Of course I forgive you!" She watched every caress that her mother lavished on her budding breasts. "Momma," she quavered, "can-can two women-can we ... ?"
Mona looked up at her daughter. "I never did," she answered, "but we'll find out." She tugged at Cindy's wrist and they lay on their sides on the floor.
The heat lamp had warmed the tiles to body temperature. The shower steam was rising, hanging two feet off the floor. Little droplets condensed on the rich black strands of Mona's pubes, sparkling like tiny diamonds on her pussy. The smooth tiles were slippery with the moisture and both females slid when they reached for one another.
Cindy loved the new feeling. She felt differently than when the psychiatrist had been about to mount her. A warmer, more loving lewdness filled the little girl to bursting. She felt as if she would flow out of her skin and merge completely with her mother.
Relief and sensuality mingled in Mona. The blessing of her daughter's love was touched with the most relaxed, unhurried arousal she had ever known. She stroked Cindy's tender skin from breast to hip, and stared at the wonder of the child's beauty.
"Mom," Cindy breathed. "I like this. It feels so loving, like you really care about me."
"I do, honey," Mona replied. "You've been the best part of my life." She scooted closer. Only an inch separated their breasts, and their legs twined together.
"May I touch you-there?" Cindy asked, glancing at Mona's bejeweled cuntal hairs.
"Of course," her mother answered, slipping her own hand into the dark-brown fluff of Cindy's pussy. She pulled lightly at the soft, curly hairs. Mona smiled at Cindy's reaction.
The sensation was exquisite. Cindy half-closed her eyes, slipping her hand between Mona's thighs. The older woman's growth was much fuller, peaking into a ridge at the center of the vee. Cindy twisted her fingers into the blue-black strands, approaching the skin slowly. Cindy felt the heat radiating from her mother's labia even before her fingers had parted the guarding threads.
Mona cupped Cindy's pussy in her hand. She moved her palm in tiny circles, squeezing the little pad at the top of the mons. "Your hair is so much softer than a man's," Mona whispered. Her fingers pressed Cindy's labia inward, discovering the sensuous indentation between her round thighs.
Cindy traced the full contours of her mother's cuntal zone with her fingertips. She teased the pussylips, pulling first one, then the other out to the side. Her middle finger explored the slick inner valley, slipping juicily along the crevice. She watched her mother's face flush and Cindy grinned. "You jump a little every time I touch your clitty," she explained.
"I know, baby," Mona answered. She turned her head, putting her fingers on one side of the teenager's pussy and her thumb on the other. Mona pressed the meaty softness together and made the delectable lips slide around the nubbin of Cindy's cum-trigger.
"Ooohhh, Momma!" Cindy's eyes widened. Her little titties rose and fell more rapidly. She heard her pulse rushing faster in her ears. "That feels super!"
"Kiss," Mona said coyly, puckering her lips. The naked couple squirmed closer and their mouths met. The fresh tastes of their saliva mingled again and the muscular wedges of their tongues wrestled, playful as otters. Mona whimpered with pleasure when Cindy's fingertip penetrated her eager vagina.
Cindy pressed her belly and breasts against her mother. She put her finger further into Mona's pussy, delighting in the steamy suction she found there.
Mona pulled her head back. Her free hand circled her daughter's neck. She put first one finger, then another, into Cindy's pussy and wiggled them back and forth.
Cindy gasped. The nerves at the mouth of her cunny had never been so alive. She squeezed down on the wriggling digits. Her hips moved with the slow, loping motions of growing passion.
"Yes, baby, my baby girl," Mona purred. "Do it, Cindy. I want to feel you cum for us." She pressed her thumb against the little pad of skin over her daughter's clitty.
Cindy whimpered. "I will, Momma, I will." She put another finger into Mona's vagina, then a third. Her mother gasped with each fresh insertion. The rich flow of her mother's juices amazed Cindy. Her fingers were soaked with the aromatic fluids.
"Gawd, that's good," Mona panted. "More, honey, please!" She rolled onto her back. Her knees drew up. Mona's smooth skin was filmed with sweat.
Cindy rose to her knees. Her mother's hand still worked at the most sensitive parts of her cunt, and the little girl's ass shivered with lusty tension. All four of her fingers were inside, bunched tight in the satiny folds of Mona's pussy.
Mona put both hands on Cindy's pussy. One hand worked frantically at the girl's vagina, while the other prodded and probed the fiery length of her clit. The button was stiff as a pencil stub. Mona chanted. "Come on, baby, please! I'm going to start! Please cum with me, Cindy, please!"
Cindy bit her lip. She put her thumb into Mona's hole. The black pussyhairs were parted wide, showing the shiny crimson of her inner cuntlips. Cindy's whole hand slipped in, the sphincter widening around her knuckles, then capturing her. Mona's cunt milked at Cindy's hand like a huge, toothless mouth. The constrictions excited both women incredibly.
Mona gasped passionately, raising her fine-molded ass from the floor. "It's so good! I never felt anything so sexy!" she wailed. Her hands clamped with frenzy, wringing thrill after thrill from her daughter's cunt.
Cindy put her thumb on Mona's exposed clit. She pressed on it, moving the rigid little stem in flaming circles. Her hand was caught inside Mona's spasming cunt, trapped at the wrist. She clutched at the walls and her fingertips slid over the blunt end of Mona's womb.
Cindy bent over her mother's writhing body, her blossoming tits swaying. She felt the juggernaut approach of her own cum. The little girl cursed, imploring her mother to help the onrushing tide of her orgasm.
Mona stuffed one finger into her daughter's ass. The girl's entire crotch was filled with erotic sensations. Mona's fingers moved with and against each other, forcing heat into every part of Cindy's loins. The tiny ring of her asshole fluttered around Mona's finger, and they both screamed as the shared orgasms took control of their minds and bodies. Cindy sank slowly onto her mother's belly, shocked by the supreme intensity of their incestuous lust.