Chapter 10
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER: MANIFESTATION
Ever since my mother had died, I don't think I did much more than live from day to day, and even now, I wonder how I'll ever have anything to live for unless I can look forward to more and weirder sex kicks. What makes it so hard is that I know from experience that the kind of sex I like is out there, and I know how to find it.
One of my biggest incest hang-ups has always been with a mother and her daughter, and that's the reason I was so damn anxious to get Jane to want to mess around with Dianne. I think I could have just sat there shooting off for an hour watching my sweet cousin's lips eating her daughter, my niece, and then I could have taught her to suck my cock off and to fuck. It had been so damn many years since Okinawa, but I never could forget Josan and Mama-san, or a new and more exciting variation of it.
There was this real cute waitress named Susan out at one of the neighborhood bars near where I lived, and I had been working on getting her to let me give her a ride home for the longest time, before she finally broke down and accepted the offer one night. She'd been sneaking several drinks herself that night, and I think she was pretty tired, and maybe upset about something. Man, there was something about this girl that got to me, and she was real sweet and nice, brunette, cute shape, married, but I figured there was something wrong there with her working every night until this bar closed.
When I asked her the obvious, "How about dropping by my place for a drink first?" (I had an apartment of my own then.) She didn't put up any fuss at all, but acted like she wanted to go anywhere but home. She drank doubles, and so did I, and before long, Susan and I got to talking pretty damn frankly, and telling each other other the stories of our lives, and I know you know how that goes after a few drinks and you've got a glow on for a pretty new girl you're alone with.
I was looking her straight in the eyes when I talked, and she really looked pretty-real nice black hair. Hell, I could tell she didn't have a lot of titty on her, but the rest of her made up for that, and if a girl has small ones that I can suck all the way in my mouth, hell, it's better than sucking cock.
"You think you've got incest in your family!" she said, after I'd told her a hell of a lot about Mother and me. "Listen, Jack, you wouldn't believe what I went through. I was adopted when I was twelve years old by this rich guy and his wife up in New York. They had a big place out on Long Island. They worked on me very cleverly, letting me see them naked or making love. All of that teased my curiosity until it turned out that my 'mother' put some drugs in my fruit juice one day, and the next thing I knew I was naked on the bed. They were stripped naked. My 'father' had a penis on him about ready to erupt, and they were licking my body all over. 'Mother was on my clit and I liked the physical sensations. I knew it was wrong, but 'mother' never let up on me. She was sucking me or kissing my tits every morning when I woke up. 'Father' took about three months before he could get his penis all the way in me.
"That's the kind of life I lived until I was sixteen, Jack; and then I went to the police, and spent some time in a mental hospital ... but not long enough. I'm still all screwed up about sex. I'm glad we talked though, really. It's nice to know other people ... people that I like, have had to go through that same kind of thing. Oh, hell, Jack, I'm really nervous and jumpy tonight. I think...."
"I know your problem, honey," I said with a friendly smile and not a smirk, "you're old man ain't giving you enough cock."
"You ... you bastard...." she kind of giggled to laugh it away, but remain friendly. "Well ... I'm not going to sound shocked, Jack. From what I've told you about myself, I should expect a remark like that. Sure ... I love sex. I'm human ... almost. But to have to keep house, go to secretarial school, take care of an eight-and a fourteen-year-old daughter ... and a shit of a husband, doesn't leave me much time for it. Besides, with my small breasts that could compete with lemons for size, a lot of the guys I meet ... and could like ... they think I'm a butch ... ha-ha...."
"Hell, from what you've been telling me," I said, easing closer to her on the couch, "You had a lot of that from the woman who adopted you, and I'll bet you've gone that route a few times since then ... been in bed naked with a nice young girl, played with her titties and fingered that warm, hairy hole and put your lips down to soft, sweet, furry...."
"No ... oh, stop it, Jack, stop it!" she yelled at me, and I mean her whole body was shaking and she squeezed my hand like crazy, "I've told you too much already ... oh, God, I haven't been with a girl in months ... I'm trying...."
"Honey, you've got a cute little fourteen-year-old daughter, and I'll bet she...."
"Shut up!" Susan screamed at me like a homicidal maniac, her body tensed with violent potential, you know. "You leave Teresa and Bunny out of this! Do you hear me? They don't belong to this side of my life or to any of your life. So, Jack ... don't ever get any ideas. Never! Do you understand?"
"Sure, sure, honey," I said, trying to sound like I meant it. "Hell, I was only kidding anyway. It was a bad joke, but now I do know a few swinging people, you know, and I think you and I could have some damn good times together."
"Can I trust you, Jack ... really trust you? I need somebody ... to trust, so badly...."
"Sure, you can, honey."
"I'll give you my phone number at home, Jack. Between ten and noon is safe usually. If he's there, I'll just give you some ... oh, some double talk or something. You'll understand...."
Susan was my kind of woman ... not the chubby type, but we psyched out together, and she did have a nice body all the way, except for the tits ... but they were good, too. Hell, I would have thought the reason I went after her and called her nearly every day, might have been the fact I knew she had a fourteen-year-old daughter, but I really did like Susan. I saw her almost every night at the bar, gave her a ride home, but it was over a month before she agreed to my idea to pick her up in the morning, when we were both free and her kids were in school, and come over to my place for a while.
That was the first time I fucked her ... the first time I saw her naked body, just lemon-size titties, like she said, and built like a small boy ... or girl. Hell, a lot of young boys are developed the same as young girls around the ass and thighs. And I'll tell you this, with the way she was built, she always looked good naked at a swinging party, and had the kind of sex appeal that turns on any man, all Lesbians, and a few other females that might want to just give the other way a try sometime.
To me, one of the sexiest things about Susan was that she liked almost every single sex kick that I did, and we had so much in common, you know, about our backgrounds and all. Susan was slow about doing some things, but once you got her started, she loved it for life, like cocksucking. See, I was really hot for a blow job that time, and she's got a small mouth and beautifully shaped lips, and I had this horny goddamn feeling, like it would be the greatest thing in the world to fuck her mouth.
We were lying there naked in bed and she was kind of kissing around it, while I was eating her up-that crisp black hair and pretty little cuntlips. She was built like a young girl sort of, and I wanted to watch that cute baby face eating my cock. It was a beautiful sight, man, but I could tell she had to get back into practice, and I think she was pretty damn nervous, too. But me, I loved the taste of her pussy because ... maybe it tasted like Mother's, but I can't be sure, so I'll just say that it had a real natural woman's taste, not perfumed or with any of that douche crap some women use.
It was so goddamn good to fuck Susan straight, because I liked the way she'd wrap her legs up around my ass and hang onto my neck, so her body was suspended, and it was like we were fucking each other. Oh, damn! Did she ever make sexy noises and move her ass around and like to French kiss dU our mouths were dripping and drooling, all at the same time as we were fucking.
But one of the first things that turned me on extra special, was when I found out how hot other girls and women made her and how she liked to talk about sex with other cunts when we were having our sex together. We both liked a little homoi stuff, and the Lesbian desires, they had psyched me as much as they did her, and we used to do a lot of talking about going out together and picking up a girl and seducing her-all the things the three of us could do together.
In a few months, Susan got a complete divorce from her old man. I swore to her that I'd never mess with her daughters, and she must have believed me because we moved into a larger apartment right away, and her mother took the younger girl, Bunny, into her house, and Teresa and Susan moved in with me at the larger apartment. Susan got her a daytime waitress shift, and things went along real even and cool for a while, except that I did sneak out to suck a cock occasionally.
From the first day that I saw her, I knew that there was a mutual attraction, a sexual attraction, between Teresa and me. You know, with most situations like that, it would have been a normal and fatherly type appeal, because her old man had treated the kids pretty rough. But with Susan and me from the same general type of fucked up sex background, well, I guess there was a seed, what you might call a sex hang-up seed planted there. If Susan noticed the looks Teresa and I exchanged, she didn't say anything about it; and I managed to control myself for about the first three months.
You know, Teresa must have looked a lot like her mother must have looked when she was a teenager about fifteen. She didn't have anything but two Utile lumps and nipples for titties, but had a real developed shape, otherwise, which was also like Susan. Teresa was a hip kid, and I know she had taken notice when I would look up her dress every damn chance I had. Well, how the thing generally got started, you could say, was when Susan would go to work in the morning while I was still asleep, and Teresa would pretend to be sick or scared of something and want to crawl in bed with me.
That was what started it, but it was all just "lovely" stuff at first, you know, and she loved to call me "Daddy," and she'd say, like, "Oh, Daddy, sweetheart, I love you so much ... I don't want to go to school. I just want to stay here in bed all day with you."
You can imagine, see, how I've got a big hard-on feeling her body warmth and hugging her and giving her little kisses (she insisted on straight mouth kissing, nothing like a peck on the cheek, and she was the first to French kiss me with her sweet little tongue), but I swear I didn't do anything else but maybe feel her up, play with a little titty "accidentally," and slip my hand under her pajama panties when I was holding her, so that I could play with her damn sweet rounded ass but pretend it was just being "lovey," like a father patting his "little" girl's rear. Damn, I used to come in the bed sometimes when I was extra hot from feeling her ass or titty, and I'd have to take the sheets down to the laundermat and do them, then lie around on them so they wouldn't look any different than when Susan had left.
I was so obsessed with the idea of having Teresa, but I made her do most of the advancing so I couldn't blame myself for it. Of course, I knew that she knew that I wasn't putting up any objections, and that I liked what we did each step of the way, and it was pretty gradual, you know, over a period of time. I'd get scared ever so often that Susan suspected something, and one reason was that she raised so much hell about Teresa staying home from school "sick" so often, but then I'd give Susan about two hours of fucking and sucking and talk to her about a swinging party and how I could find her a nice cunt to eat, and things seemed okay again.
Susan liked her booze about as much as I do, sometimes, and we got to drinking pretty heavy for a while because we both encouraged each other. That wasn't good because we argued a lot when we were drunk, and I can get mean as hell and be really brutal if I get that way. I came home from work one night, and it was about an hour earlier than usual, and Teresa was spending the afternoon and night with her girlfriend. Well, you can imagine how I took it when I opened the front door to our apartment and I see Susan's ass the first thing, because she's down on her knees giving a blow job to this kid about eighteen years old that she knew from her waitress job. I beat him and her both until they were black and blue all over, and this kid's ribs, two or three of them, were broken. All at that same time, see, things were getting closer and closer between Teresa and me, and I guess I had a big guilt thing about us, so I was glad to be able to take it out on Susan.
Not long after that when Teresa and I had been smooching in the bed, I had lost track of the time and looked at the clock and told her that I had to get up because it was my day to be on the lot at noon, and I had to bathe and dress. Well, Teresa was in one of her playful and aggressive moods that day-hell, she only had on the tops of some babydolls you could see right through-and she jumped off the bed with me, and said, "I'll take a bath with you. We can wash each others' backs."
Doc, believe me, that was something I just didn't have the willpower to turn down. I swear, I just couldn't help it. I had to go through with it. We stripped off and ... oh, goddamn! It was the most beautiful thing in the world to see that young body buck naked and she wasn't a damn bit ashamed of it ... or ashamed of seeing me naked with a half hard-on. Oh, man, we got into the tub of water and started sudsing each other up and washing each other all over, you know, and I'd slide my soapy fingers in her ... between her legs, feeling the small lips and right inside her tight cunt. Oh, man, I was really psyched!
Finally, little Teresa started to washing my body all over, and I could tell she was real excited to get down to my hard cock with that sudsy wash rag. Damn! It was big and hard, sticking straight up there and she played around with it, you know, letting it squish and slide around between her fingers. She must have played with some cock before, because after a minute, man, I couldn't take any more and I pinched a tit with the fingers of one hand, slid the other one underwater and into her little cunt, and I was shooting off all over the place.
After that, I fingerfucked her every day and gave her good orgasms, and we did other things, too; like she got a kick also out of talking about sexy things, maybe it was something about how the girls at school used to like to look at each other' pussies and "inspect" them in the shower room at gym class.
She was telling me one day, when we were in bed naked, about how she kissed and sucked the tits on this seventeen-year-old girlfriend of hers, and I had seen the girl once myself, so I knew she was a really nice overdeveloped blonde. Teresa said her tits were like most grown women have and a lot bigger than her mothers. This older girl had gotten in trouble, she said, because she was known to try to play with the pussies and titties of other young girls at the school, but, man, I'd have given a week's commission to have watched Teresa and that girl sucking on each other. Damn!
When Teresa told me stories like that in her sweet little voice she would say expressions like, "I sucked Marie's tee-tees and she kissed my sex button ... Boys always try to look up my dress, so I let them sometimes. One nineteen-year-old boy told me he would give me ten dollars if I would let him kiss my pussy-wussy and twenty dollars if he could fucky-wucky." And man, when I was sucking on those little buds or licking her navel or belly and she talked like that, I just had to go right on down to that fuzzed slit and lick inside the tight hole and then glue my damn mouth to it and suck it hard enough until she could really feel the vacuum ... suction. Teresa loved the sensations, and I don't think any pussy tastes better than young stuff like that that hasn't been had very much in any way before, except for masturbation, and Teresa admitted she did that nearly every night.
We took baths together a lot then, and one day when we dried each other and got in bed naked again, I noticed she was secreting natural sex lubrication in her pussy. I slid my fingers around in there and it was really a psyching experience. That was the day I turned around in bed to eat it real good, and damn! Oh, man, her sweet little lips slid over the head of my hard cock and she began sucking away. She was good at it, too, because she wanted to please me so damn bad, man; and I just pushed it in and out a little by moving my ass, and in a few seconds, I had to let go, without even time to tell her. Of course, she knew I shot off, because she'd jacked me off a lot, and I guess she wanted it in her mouth, because she could sure feel the last big swell up before I let go. Goddamn! She couldn't take it all, but when I looked down there and saw my cock surrounded by her lips and my cream all over mouth, cheeks and chin, I'll swear if I didn't hit me a double header, you know ... so crazy and psyched up that it went hard again real quick, and I had a second climax. Damn!
The cherry had to come next, because I had never actually screwed Teresa, but with all my hard sucking and fingerfucking and her masturbation, and probably some playing around with boys and girls she never told me about, I wasn't surprised that I didn't really break her open and bleed. In other words, I guess she had been broken open in some ways before, but she'd never fucked a guy, and I'm damn sure that was true, and it made me feel like the sexiest person in the world that I was going to be the first male to slip a hard cock in this sweet young girl's pussy.
The way it happened was just as natural as could be, because we were naked and horsing around in the bed, and I was kind of on top of her, and my cock slipped off her pelvis and in between her legs, and Teresa gave a sudden jerk, and said, "Oh! Oh ... put it in me ... please. I want it...."
"No, baby, you're still a virgin," I said, but my cock was nuzzling hard against those fuzzy wet lips, so I tried to talk her out of it by saying, "Baby, you know I'd love to fuck you, but your mother would kill me, Teresa. She'd...."
"Just a little bit ... please," she interrupted to beg me. "Just put old baldy [her pet name for my cock] inside the juicy place and let me see how much it hurts ... try just a little...."
You know, Doc, I'm too weak to resist something like that. I had to go on, so I got down there and licked the lips and inside and kissed her clit a little to be damn sure she was nice and juicy; and then I got back up over her and I held hold of my cock and let the head of it go into the outer part of her cunt about an inch or less. Oh, man, was I sweating and excited. Oh, damn! I was going to get a virgin, and my own stepdaughter, and I knew that Susan had threatened to kill me almost if I fucked around with her daughters. Yeah, I had a lot to sweat and be excited about, man, but I wanted to ram that cock in her juicy little cunt so bad, I was going nuts, and Teresa was all hot and breathing heavy and moving her hips just a little, but enough to make me feel it in there.
"Oh ... oh, darling, Daddy!" Teresa cried out to me in the most beautiful voice that psyched me up so I had to try my damnedest to keep from shooting off. "It doesn't hurt, Daddy ... put it in a little more ... please.
She'd never called me "Daddy" like that before, and it just made me hotter and more psyched, and I was hard put to control myself, man, and I pushed forward and let it slide a little bit more inside. I could feel my cock being squeezed by her tight vagina, but it was over two inches in there and it wasn't resistance ... just the squeeze.
"All of your penis, Daddy! Please ... fuck me!" Oh, man, she was crying for it like that and doing her ass around and had that look of desperation on her sexy little face and lapping out with her tongue and puckering her lips round like she was wanting cock to suck, too. Hell, I couldn't help it! No man with balls could have! I let go and pushed it all the way in that tight cunt that was juicy and grabbing it, and I started fucking like I was in some cunt that was well broken in, and I kept going in and out pretty fast because I knew I couldn't hold out long, man.
"Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Kiss me!" It was pretty awkward, but I did manage to get my drooling mouth on hers just at the time I shot off, and I'll be damned if Teresa didn't make the whole thing perfect by having a big orgasm at the same time. I know that was damn unusual, but maybe it was because we had been playing around together for so long that we could sense the stage of sex each other were in, like the fast upswell of my cock just before I come. We had us a real love affair going for several months, and I was the most satisfied I'd been in years-fucking and sex with the daughter in the morning, and fucking her mother at night and sucking the cunt Teresa came from. Man, I was psyched up all the time!
When the inevitable thing had to happen; I swear to this day, I don't know whether Susan was more jealous of me for screwing Teresa, or of Teresa for having sex with me. I'll tell you the truth that I think the psychology of it was that Susan wanted to have sex with Teresa, because she could always get so psyched up when I would make up a story when we were fucking, about us getting a young girl for a threesome. I'm almost damn sure that Susan wanted to eat Teresa's cunt more than anything else.
The way the tragedy happened was that one day Teresa came in the bedroom and told me she was so hot that she wanted me to suck her to a climax real quick, while Susan was out of the house, and she also said something about how good it would be when we could fuck again the next Monday (it happened on a Saturday). We didn't know that Susan was standing right outside the open window looking for some flowers to pick off this vine that grew up beside our first floor apartment.
Oh, hell, man! Susan came in the room screaming like a maniac! "I knew it! I knew it!" she kept repeating like she was out of her mind. "Goddamn you, Jack Gordon! You don't love me! You wanted me because I could bring Teresa to live in the same house with us! Oh, what a fucking fool I've been! I can take your other men ... the goddamn queers! I can take you staying home from work like a drunken sot! But not this! You can go straight to hell, Jack Gordon. I'm taking Teresa to Mother's, and I'm going too. Teresa! Get packed! We're taking the next bus out of this town to Pittsburgh!"
It was awful. That was the first time Susan left me, and I'd killed a fifth of whiskey before they finished packing and called a cab. After that ... I'd work a little and go down to get some creeps to blow and bung with. But my heart wasn't in a damn thing, nothing to psyche me any more. I could get hot as hell, but I couldn't think of any place I wanted to stick it in and fuck. Mother was dead, Susan and Teresa gone, and I wanted love and companionship to share, so I tried to live with a gay guy who said he loved me. Shit! Forget that homo stuff except for a quick blow job or psyche material at a swinging party. I think that proved to me I wasn't really gay or even a bisexual. I could never be in love with a man. It takes a woman to love.