Ellen is born by pure chance. Her lesbian mother also has a fling with the opposite sex occasionally, and Ellen is a result of an 'accident.' Ellen is brought up with her mother to a small extent, but mostly with the lesbian friends of her mother, and she learns much more about the female ways than she does about the male and female ways. However, even though she is inclined toward the female side, she does occasionally lean the other way. When she has her own daughter, she teaches her daughter her own preferences. And they work out very well for a long time. And then eventually, mother and daughter learn that they have a boy to contend with. It is Paul, Ellen's son, whom she tried to shove into the background, but as he grew up, both mother and daughter realized that there was something else besides each other.
Chapter One
It hurt. Oh boy, did it hurt. That strap may have been only a thin little thing, but when it went across his bare bottom, it hurt like nobody's business. And Paul knew that he deserved it, but yet he couldn't understand why he deserved it. What was so wrong about a boy making love to his sister?
Of course he didn't really even know how to make' love, because he was only a twelve year old boy, but he was beginning to get the instincts, and his fourteen year old sister had everything that a twelve year old boy could dream about in his bed at night.
Betty was really stacked. Not quite as stacked as those models that he drooled over in the ads when they were advertising girls underwear, but she had all that was needed to attract his attention. And the best part of it was that she didn't really mind the attention. Betty had a problem that she didn't know how to cope with, but she was willing to do most anything to try to resolve it. And one of the things that she did was to let her brother do what he wanted to do. And that was what eventually caused her brother to get the strap.
Ellen was the mother of Paul and Betty, and Ellen had problems of her own. They wouldn't have been too much if the father hadn't disappeared just after Paul was born. Ellen had no idea what happened to him, but in a way she could understand it. He wasn't the type that could take on responsibilities, and he couldn't hold down a steady job. It had been all right when there were just the two of them, but when Betty was born, Ellen could see the signs of panic in him. He was just not built to be a family man, and when Paul was born, he panicked completely. And Ellen was left with the two kids.
Now Ellen had a problem herself, if it could be called a problem, ever since she was a child. She didn't find out until her later years that her mother had not bothered to marry her father, but that was the least of her problems. She found out that her mother was a lesbian, and she herself was the result of just a one shot deal when her mother had gotten drunk and allowed a man to make love to her.
It was obvious to Ellen right from the beginning that her mother didn't really want her. She went through a parade of baby sitters that was so long that she couldn't even remember them. And she moved from one house to another and lived with so many different people that the whole thing became confused in her mind. But one thing that she did recall, was that all of the people that she stayed with were women. During her formative years, she didn't even know what a member of the opposite sex. looked like.
That might be carrying it a little far, as she did. see men and boys on her occasional visits to the outside world, but she never had any direct contact with them. She had never been bounced on a male knee, or had her ribs tickled by a male hand, or heard a male voice whispering in her ear that her socks were falling down. All of her contacts were just as self-sexed as her mother was. And although her own mother didn't really do anything with her, her mother didn't object as her female friends took advantage of her.
Ellen grew up with the soft, cuddly feeling of warm, intimate female hands caressing her body, and since she didn't know any different, she enjoyed it to the fullest. There were even some of her mother's friends that went further than just rubbing her little chubby legs and winding up with their fingers in her panties. And it turned out that those were the ones that she liked best.
Especially as she grew older, and was beginning to feel the comforts that her body could provide. From the time she was born, until she was about eight years old, Ellen knew nothing but female, female, female. She knew the female body intimately. And she knew just what to do to make that female body go off into all different directions. She learned how to use her hands and fingers to the best advantage, and it wasn't too long before she graduated to the use of the tongue.
Her mind was strong, and she could remember things from way back. She could remember when she was just a little baby, laying on the bed kicking her legs in the air as she watched the two people beside her. It seemed that she always knew about that thing between her legs, as everyone that she came in contact with wanted to see it or feel it or even kiss it. And sometimes the kisses were so. long-that it sent little shivers all through her. And she watched fascinatedly so many times that she couldn't even begin to count them, as her mother and a whole lot of other girls kissed each other there. It was only a matter of time before she herself would be broken into the act.
And Ellen couldn't remember that either. She couldn't recall the first time that she had tasted a pussy, because she couldn't have been more than a couple of years old. And she couldn't remember whose pussy she first tasted. But what difference did it make? A pussy is a pussy. She would taste them all, but she did know that she didn't care for some of them. Some smelled nice, and some didn't. And the ones that didn't were really bad. But she soon learned to live with it, because her mother began to proudly show her off to her girl friends, and every time a new girl came to the house, her mother wanted to show off her talented daughter. If the girls had taken a bath before they came, everything was all right. If they didi^t, Betty learned to hold her nose and just use her tongue. Eventually, it didn't matter. She got so used to it that she could even stand the pussy smell.
At about the age of eight, she got her first shock, but it was rather a pleasant one. The boy that gave her the shock cautioned her afterwards not to tell anybody about it, but she didn't need the caution. Her mother had told her countless times to stay away from boys. She had told her all about the evils that could come from associating with them, but Ellen soon found out that her mother had neglected to tell her about the good points.
The boy, who was a couple of years older than Betty, was not at all bashful. He knew about girls, but he didn't know about Betty. He just naturally assumed that she knew about boys as he unzipped his fly. It happened in the yard in back of her house. She had been playing back there by herself, and the boy must have been walking along in front of the house and spotted her down the alleyway. He knew her from school, though he didn't know her very well. She had always been rather aloof from the other kids, but he didn't think that there was anything wrong in going back and talking to her. After all, she was pretty nice.
The people that she was living with at the time, which were two women friends of her mother, took great pains to keep him away from what they called undue influences, but this was one time that one of the undo influences managed to sneak past their watchful eyes. Of course he didn't do it intentionally, because he had no idea of what was going on with the little girl.
Ellen herself was curious about the opposite sex, so she welcomed this opportunity to get a little learning in on the side, and she took him way down to the back of the yard behind some hedges where they couldn't be seen from the windows of the house. She knew what would happen if she was seen playing with a boy, even though it might be strictly innocent play, so she figured that what her guardians didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
There were a couple of things that actually encouraged the boy to go ahead with what he had in his mind anyway. In the first place, the very fact that she led him down to the back of the yard where they would be out of sight was encouraging. Of course he didn't know the real reason for it, so he read his own reasons into it. Also, by this time, Ellen had no real sense of propriety. When she was in the house, it didn't matter how she sat or dressed, and as often as not, she wouldn't dress at all. She had been thoroughly cautioned about how she should act in school, but she was not in school now, and as she sat down on the ground behind the hedges facing him, she didn't realize what the sight that she presented to him was doing to him.
The weather was warm, so she had the minimum of clothes on anyway, and when she sat down and spread her legs out on the grass in front of her, the short skirt and the skimpy panties didn't leave much to the imagination. And the boy had a vivid imagination anyway, so it wouldn't have taken even the amount that she displayed to set him off. Of course he figured that that was what she was looking for anyway, so he had no scruples about displaying even more than she did. He was sure that she would quickly be joining him.
His anticipation caused him to ready for anything, and by the time he had delved into his pants and maneuvered the boy meat out of the opening, it was so hard that she would think for a long time that that was the way it always was. When she saw the size of it, she was vaguely wondering how a big thing like that inside of a boy's pants could have escaped her attention for so long. It seemed that she should have at least noticed a lump down there. But those were only fleeting thoughts. She was rapidly getting into the condition that he had thought she was in all the while.
Cunts had long been old hat to her, but this was something new, and she found that it was affecting her quite differently. As the boy approached her with the big thing sticking straight out and right about on a level with her face, she began to feel a tingling between her own legs. As he stood between her outstretched legs and she could see the red end of it with the little crack running down the center, there were no doubts in her mind as to what she was expected to do. And she was so used to sex by now, that she didn't hesitate.
Although she had only known females up to now, she had seen some pretty big clits, and she had taken care of them with no trrouble. This however, even though it vaguely reminded her of a clit, was big enough to give her some trouble. However, she was game, and as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, the boy merely lowered his ass a little in order to hit the target, and then moved right in.
Ellen didn't really know what she was expected to do at first, but she soon found out that it wasn't necessary. He knew what to do. Once her lips were sealed around the shaft, he reached down and held her head in his hands and his hips started to move slowly back and forth. She felt the hot, hard meat moving back and forth between her lips and inside her mouth, and in the beginning she was really enjoying it. It was when his motions became a little more vigorous that she began to have a few qualms. Even the biggest clits had never reached so far back into her throat, and she was beginning to gag a little.
But Ellen wasn't one to complain, and besides, she found that he wasn't holding her head so tightly that she couldn't move it back a little when he got a bit too rambunctious. Also, the boy began to realize that this girl wasn't as knowledgeable as he had thought, and he took it as easy as his bursting dick would allow him to. He had enough sense to realize that if he muffed it this time, there might not be a next time, and this little girl was so pretty that he wanted a lot of next times.
Ellen had had enough experience with girls to know when something was about to happen, and now it appeared that boys gave out somewhat similar symptoms when they were about to have their release. His movements became jerky, and she could feel the trembling in his legs, and she knew that she was about to sample the male offerings. It didn't bother her though, because she had sampled so many body offerings that she was used to them. She was actually anxious to see what difference, if any, there was between the male and female.
When it finally did come, she really didn't get to distinguish between the two. When the female came, it just sort of flowed out, and there was no problem in being actually inundated with it, but this was surprisingly different. He pulled back until only the head of his dick was between her lips, and then let go. And she was not expecting the way it squirted out, sprayed the whole inside of her mouth and even went all the way back into her throat. She found herself trying so hard to swallow it before it began to leak out of her mouth, that she was almost gagging again.
But she got it down. All of it, and as the boy stepped back with a satisfied smile on his face as he looked down at her, she couldn't help smiling back at him. She didn't mind this boy business at all. But she was unaware that there was a lot more to it than that.
Ellen didn't learn any more that particular day though, because what came next was something that she was thoroughly familiar with. She was a bit disappointed as she lost sight of the big meat as he tucked it back into his pants, as she wouldn't have minded doing a little further investigating, but she didn't resist as he reached down and grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.
This may have been the first time that a boy had done this to her, but she was so used to it that it didn't make any difference as he knelt down before her and lifted her dress up. In fact, she had been through this so many times that she didn't hesitate to hold the dress up as she felt him fumbling beneath it for the tops of her panties.
And she was evert more disappointed when he finally pulled them down to her shoe tops to find out that all he wanted to do was look and get a little feel. The sensation that had developed inside of her demanded more, but she didn't know how to go about demanding it from him. All he was doing was working her up to a fever pitch by running his hands up and down her legs and spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and tickling the inside and then reaching around in back and savoring the soft smooth feel of the flesh of the cheeks of her ass.
She was beginning to feel like she wanted him to go, so that she could go into the house. She knew that inside the house there were two people that would do a much better job on her, and the people would be happy to see that she was really in the mood. Of course, she wouldn't tell them how she happened to be in that mood. One slip of the tongue, and she was fully aware that she would never see this boy and his wonderful male meat again.
That first session with the opposite sex couldn't have lasted a half hour, if that long, but it changed Ellen's whole life. Not that it dissuaded her from doing the things that she had always been doing, but she found out that there were indeed other things to do, and from what she knew of them so far, she felt that they would prove to be very interesting. She hadn't thought of making arrangements with the boy to see him again, but she was pretty sure that he would be back.
There is not too much need to recount the various episodes that took place in Ellen's life as she progressed from her pre-teens to her teens, and even on upward, except to say that that first meeting in the backyard made a definite change in her thinking.
There were many more secret meetings of course, with the same boy, and with other boys, but her home life still remained the same. She might have developed a sincere interest in the opposite sex, but her loyalties remained with the members of her own sex. After all, it had been born and bred into her.
Somewhere along the line, she couldn't remember just where, her own mother just seemed to fade out of the picture. She didn't see her too often anyway, and never knew when the next time she would see her would come. And the meetings became few and far between, until eventually there were no meetings at all, and Ellen didn't even realize it until she had not seen her mother for over a year. But she had so much female company during that time, that she didn't notice her mother's absence.
Ellen grew up so beautifully that she had no trouble finding people that wanted her to live with them. Actually, she didn't have to find them, because they were all fighting over who would get to take her. Therefore, she wound up sharing many different households, and it was the same thing in each one.
Although she was always well taken care of wherever she went, she began to realize that there was something missing. There was never any real love. It was merely the physical attraction of her sponsors that made them take such good care of her. And as she made her way slowly and uncertainly through her lower teens and into her upper teens, she found that physical attraction was beginning to mean a lot to her also. She no longer was willing to take anything that she could get. She preferred the younger, prettier girls. And there were plenty of them. She found that she could take her choice.
And she thoroughly enjoyed being with the best of the willing girls, but she also had more and more contact with males, and she was enjoying that also more and more. Eventually, as she began to reach the age where she could be on her own, she became torn between what she wanted to do, which was to keep up her relationship with the members of her own sex, or do what she now knew that she should do, and go over to the enemy side.
She really wanted to get more involved with the male, but she hated to give up what she had. She knew that it would be of little use to try both at the same time, because if she got serious about a boy and he found out that she was also a lesbian, it would probably queer the whole thing. The same thing went in reverse, because most of the girls that she went with would drop her like a hot potato if they knew that a dick had been in the thing that they were eating.
It was quite a dilemma for awhile, but she knew that she had to make up her mind pretty soon. And when she finally did, when she was about eighteen years old, she decided in favor of the opposite sex. She finally had met a guy that she really liked, and the reason for her liking him that much proved to eventually be her undoing.
He was a couple of years older than her, and he was very goodlooking and could give her everything that her girl friends could not. He was well hung, and he knew how to use what he had. She found that out long before she agreed to marry him. But he was a very weak character.
In the beginning, and as a matter of fact for quite a while after, that was the main attraction. Ellen had been dependent on others for so long, that she unconsciously longed for a chance to assert her independence. She was looking for someone that was even weaker than she was so that she would be able to exert some influence. This looked like the perfect chance for her,, and she took advantage of it.
She married him. He was only twenty, and he was eighteen. She was just old enough so that she didn't have to have anybody's permission, and as soon as they were married, she made sure that they moved out of town so that they wouldn't have anyone around that might give away her background.
They settled down in a fairly small town a few hundred miles away, and things went along pretty well for awhile. He had a pretty good job, and was able to take care of them all right, but she could very soon see the handwriting on the wall. He didn't like to work. He only did it because he knew that he had to either support her or he would lose her. And he didn't want to lose that fabulous body. It was only a physical attraction from the start, but after awhile, when they had gotten so used to each other, even that began to get tenuous. Ellen figured that a baby might bring them closer together.
She couldn't have been more wrong. When the baby girl, which they named Elizabeth but called Betty was born, her husband seemed to draw even further away from her. For almost two years, he hardly even looked at the baby, and their sessions in bed became fewer and further between. She realized her mistake, but there was nothing she could do about it now. As much as she would have liked to get rid of him, there was still the baby to consider, so she made the best of it. Then one day it happened. She found out that she was pregnant again. That's when the panic hit.
Her husband had the decency, if you could call it that, to stick around until the second baby was born, but the signs had been getting stronger and stronger, and she was not at all surprised when he failed to come home from work one day. And she wasn't surprised when she called up his employer to find that he had not even shown up that day.
She didn't know whether to be glad or sad. Things had deteriorated between them so much that she found that she wasn't sorry that he was gone, but she would sorely miss that weekly paycheck. How would she be able to take care of herself and two small babies and the house now? She wasn't averse to going out and getting a job herself, but what would she do with the kids?
Betty was only about two years old, and Paul hadn't even been weaned from her breast yet. So there was no way that she could leave them in a day-care center, or even with neighbors while she was gone all day. The only thing left for her was welfare, and as much as she hated to do it, she had to. She promised herself that as soon as the kids were old enough, she would go out and get a job. But meanwhile, she was desperate. There was only a few hundred dollars in the bank, and as soon as the monthly bills came in, there would be nothing.
The. state seemed only too glad to help her out, and although she did feel a bit guilty about taking the money, she didn't feel too guilty as that's what the money was for, and there was nothing else that she could do. It wasn't by choice that she was in this kind of a fix, although when she thought back, she realized that deep down inside of her, she knew what was coming. Anyway, she managed to get along all right for the next couple of years.
When she figured that it would be all right to leave the kids with someone else for awhile, she started to look around for a job. With her looks, and her willingness, it didn't take her too long to find one. But here again, she would have to resort to subterfuge. The job would pay very well, and it would enable her to get off of welfare, but it wasn't the type of job that her neighbors, and especially the ones that were taking care of her children, would approve of. She was to start as soon as possible, as a topless waitress. She had all of the necessary qualifications.
And as far as she was concerned, it was perfectly all right. She had been nude in front of people for so long that this would be like a vacation, but she also knew that the morality of the general public frowned on it. Especially the matrons that lived in her area. They might not think anything of doing things in bed with their husbands, or possibly somebody else's husband, but the thought of it being done in public was something else. Who wants to live next door to a topless waitress? Not a woman with a husband with straying eyes. And what husband doesn't have straying eyes?,But Ellen also knew , that there were plenty of women with straying eyes. Both for the male sex and for their own sex, and she had no doubt that she would meet a lot of both in her new job.
It didn't make any difference to her though, because she was thoroughly used to both of them. She could handle any. propositions that she received. She knew how to reject them when necessary, and also how to accept them if she thought that that was what she wanted. And by now, after a couple of years of nothing, she was ready to at least look over the prospects. She wasn't, even surprised to find out how soon the prospects started to come in when she was only on her first day on the job.
The thing that really got her though, was that she had more offers from women than she had from men. Not really out and out offers, but just little subtle smiles and cautious winks that said 'I'd like to see more of you.' And there wasn't too much more that she could show, but she understood.
She didn't accept anything the first night, but she kept her eyes open. If she was going to do anything at all, she certainly wasn't going to do it for love, and she watched for the free spenders. But they had to be at least decent looking free spenders. She was looking for money, but she wasn't going to reach down into the gutter to get it.
Ellen was a beauty herself, and she just naturally gravitated toward the beautiful people, but she soon found out that there weren't too many beautiful people that patronized that sort of a place. Most of the men were old and bald, and just looking to get their last few vicarious kicks, and most of the women were about the same. Some of the old fat ones were just trying to recapture their youth, and some of them were obviously lesbians, or had lesbian tendencies. And after about the third night, Ellen was getting a little disgusted. If it wasn't that she needed the money so bad, she would have walked out of there in a minute. But on the fourth night, she was glad she had stayed.
Things went as usual up until about an hour or so before she was due to get off, and then was when she realized that she was getting some extra attention. Sitting off by herself at a small table at the side of the room, was a woman that she had noticed before. Only she had previously been in there with a male companion. She was very nice looking, although a bit older than Ellen, and she was very expensively dressed. Ellen noticed that quite a few single males were trying to catch the woman's eye, but she paid no attention to them. She just smiled a little broader each time that she caught Ellen's eye.
But she didn't say or do anything else, and didn't even try to get Ellen to come to her table to serve her. She seemed to be content to just look, but Ellen was used to those looks from away back, and she knew that that wasn't going to be all there was to it. The woman had something on her mind, and Ellen wouldn't mind finding out what it was. It was just' possible that, she was a rich woman that was looking for a playmate. And if the price was right, Ellen wouldn't mind playing with her at all.
Chapter Two
When Ellen's shift was finished, she went back to the dressing room and put her clothes on and headed back out through the club. She glanced over to where the woman had been sitting, and was a bit disappointed to see that she had gone. Oh well, she had probably just come to look and get her kicks, and when she saw that her favorite kicker was through for the night, she decided to go home.
But when Ellen went through the front door and out into the street, she hadn't gone more than a few steps before she heard a car horn blowing. At first she didn't pay any attention, as she wasn't expecting to meet anybody that she knew, but when the noise got more insistant; she finally turned to see where it was coming from. There was no trouble locating it, for as she looked across the street she saw an arm waving from a car window. It was definitely trying to attract her attention, and was waving furiously in time with the horn.
She was naturally leery about approaching a strange car, but she could immediately recognize that the driver of this car was not strange. It was the same woman that had been ogling her in the club, and Ellen's hopes rose once more as she crossed the street.
The woman motioned her around the car, and was holding the door open for her when she reached the passenger side. Ellen was still a little reluctant to get in, but the big flashing smile on the woman's face as she told her to get in and she would drive her home seemed to remove any apprehensions that she might have had, and as soon as she was in, they were on their way.
The woman didn't say anything for a long while as she maneuvered the big new car through the late evening traffic, but as Ellen glanced sideways at her, she could see that the big smile remained on her face. She didn't feel afraid at all, but she was wondering just where they were heading for. She wasn't really wondering about why they were heading for wherever they were heading for though, and as she smelled the expensive perfume and got a closer look at the nice looking face, she was beginning to hope that they would get there soon. It had been a long time since Ellen had mixed it up with a woman, and she was beginning to feel her old instincts coming back.
The only thing that made her at all hesitant, was the fact that she would be expected home very shortly. She got off her job at eleven o'clock, and should be back by midnight to let the neighbor who was baby sitting go home. If she was going to be hung up for awhile, she would have to call and let her know. She could simply say that she had to work overtime, and the neighbor wouldn't mind staying longer, but she couldn't just not show up.
Ellen waited until they had left the city proper and were headed out along a fairly quiet road towards the suburbs before she decided to say anything. She herself lived in the suburbs, but not in this direction from the city. She knew what was in this direction. This was the direction that the money lived in. It was pretty nice where she lived, but nothing compared to this. This was where the big, beautiful homes were few and far between, and set so far back from the road that unless you knew they were there you could go right past without even seeing them. This was where the rich industrialists lived, and the politicians and doctors and lawyers and other assorted big shots. She wondered what big shot this woman belonged to. But before she had a chance to open her mouth, they made a turn into an unseen driveway. She would soon find out.
It seemed as if they traveled at least another half mile after leaving the road before she spotted the big, dark house up ahead. Now she didn't bother talking. The woman pulled the car to a halt in front of the house, and just sat there for a minute before she turned to look at Ellen. Ellen just looked back and waited, and smiled to herself when she realized that when the woman told her that she was going to take her home, that was exactly what she meant. Only not to Ellen's home, but to her own home. And here they were, it seemed, so what next?
Ellen noticed in the dim light from the dashboard that the big smile had disappeared, and was now replaced by a rather weak one. It diddn't take too much for Ellen to figure out what had happened. The woman definitely wanted to have a little party, and she had worked up the courage for it with a few drinks, or maybe even more than a few, and she had managed to get this far. But now that it had come down to the nitty gritty, she wasn't quite so sure of herself.
Ellen would have been willing to bet that this woman was not a lesbian at all, or at least not a practising one. She had probably had all the tendencies, but she never had the nerve. Something must have finally happened to cause her to make up her mind to go through with it. Maybe a fight with her husband, or something else that was big enough to drive her over the edge. She figured that she had better say something encouraging in order to get things started, or they just might sit there all night looking at each other.
The main thing was though, she wanted to get inside and get to a phone, so she simply said that it was getting a bit chilly, and maybe they should go inside and warm up. And the way she said it gave the distinct impression that they could warm each other up. She thought that maybe the woman was having a second thought because she might have picked on the wrong girl.
But even though it was just a simple remark that Ellen made', the soft, warm tone of her voice, and the hidden meaning that was so obvious immediately dispelled any misgivings that the woman might have had. The smile returned to her face as she got out of the car and led the way to the house.
The liaison between Ellen and the pretty, rich woman didn't last too long. It was fun while it lasted, and also profitable, but it turned out to be just as Ellen had suspected right from the beginning. The woman did indeed have troubles with her husband, and he had moved out of the house. They were on the verge of a divorce, and Ellen had more or less caught her on the rebound. Most women, when they were troubled like that, would have turned to another man for solace, but this woman not only had latent lesbian tendencies, but she was in such a confused position that she felt that she couldn't trust any man.
Thus for several weeks, Ellen worked late nights. She could prove that she had been working overnight by the amount of extra money that she was able to bring home. But the woman gradually came out of her blue funk as the novelty of the thing wore off, and she was beginning to miss her husband. And evidently he missed her too, because eventually they got back together, and Ellen once more went back to working her regular hours.
The little interlude did have its effects on Ellen though. Her appetite for the female had been renewed, and after a few days, she was beginning to miss her new companion. She didn't run across any more opportunities where she worked, although there were plenty of male opportunities. She wasn't interested though. She might have been if she had run across anything real good, but all she got was the drooling old men that probably had big fat wives at home and wanted to at least look at something better. And she couldn't take a chance on missing around in- her own neighborhood and take a chance on losing the reputation that she had worked so hard to build up. It would have been bad enough if they even found out what kind of work she was doing.
And that was one thing that she sweated out every time she went to work. What would happen if one of the husbands happened to be out for a night ort the town and dropped in and saw- her? It wasn't very likely, because she didn't think any of her neighbors were that kind, but it was always possible. Most of her time on the job was spent keeping her eyes peeled so that she could make a fast exit if she spotted anyone.
It didn't happen though, and her thoughts began to dwell on more urgent things. Like how to curb the appetite that the woman had built up in her. At first her fingers and her memories were able to do the trick, but it soon became evident that that wouldn't be enough. She was beginning to get hungry for the taste of female flesh. And then, one Sunday afternoon, she found the answer, or at least part of the answer right in front of her.
Betty was almost five years old now, and her brother Paul was just going on three. -Ellen was sitting on the living room couch, looking at, but not seeing the television, while the two kids played on the floor in front of her. She had many pictures of lierself when she was a child, and she couldn't help but note how much little Betty looked like her in the old photos. She was thinking that if she was to take a picture of Betty now and hold it next to one of her own, they would look almost like twins.
But then she recalled what life had been like for her when she was that age. She was doing a lot of playing all right, but by the time she was five, she was not playing with little plastic-dolls. She was playing with big, real live, living, breathing dolls, and the dolls were playing with her.
And as she looked at the round face, with the blue eyes and blond hair and the peaches and cream complexion that only a baby girl could have, she found her eyes wandering down further. It seemed as if she was looking at her own daughter for the first time, and when her eyes fastened on the long, chubby legs that stuck so enticingly out from under the short playskirt, Ellen felt an unmistakable sensation begin to develop between her own legs.
She knew what she was thinking, but she tried not to put it into words even in her thoughts. She tried to fight it by concentrating on the television, but it didn't work. Only a few seconds of watching the indistinguishable figures moving across the foggy screen, and she would find that the picture faded completely, and her eyes were once more full of the little, giggling, squirming body on the floor.
She tried to tell herself that even though her own mother was a lesbian, she had not had any lesbian relations with her daughter. Her mother had allowed other women to use her little girl, but she herself never touched her in any way that might be considered indecent. But then again, she told herself, maybe that's why her mother disappeared. She never had any real intimate contact with her daughter, and it probably tore her apart. She would rather go away and leave her than have to live with her and not even be able to touch her. Maybe if they had been more intimate, they would still be together. Maybe not still making love together, but at least they would know that they" were two of a kind, and they would at least have that in common.
Ellen knew that deep down inside of her she was going to do it. Now that the seed had been planted in her mind, she was not going to be able to get rid of it. It would remain on her mind until she couldn't control it any longer, and she was going to turn that little girl into the same kind of woman that she was. It was only a matter of time. But then again, there was another problem. Paul. When she was growing up, there was only her. There was no one else in the house besides her and her mother, so it was easy for them to train her. How could she do it though with a little boy around? There would be no trouble getting Betty off by herself, but little girls have big mouths, especially when they are brought up so close to another little kid. She had little doubt that she w6uld figure something out though, because by now, she knew that she had to.
Ellen managed to control herself though, at least for the time being. She was off Sunday night and Monday night, so she would have plenty of time, right up until Tuesday night to think it over. And there was a lot of thinking to do, and she did her best thinking lying in bed in the dark. It was only the start of the afternoon though, and night seemed to be a long way off. But the kids usually took a nap in the afternoon, so maybe if she let them play a little while longer they would tire themselves out, and then she could lie down too and do some thinking.
She waited until about two o'clock, and when she saw them slowing down a bit, she figured that it was time. Both of the kids shared one bedroom, with their beds against opposite walls. She didn't think it was necessary to separate them at this early age, but as they began to grow, she would probably have to take Betty into her room and let Paul have the other one by himself. They only had the two bedrooms. If things worked out the way she figured they would, she and Betty would be sharing her room most of the time anyway. There was no trouble getting them to lie down and take a nap. After the big Sunday meal and a couple of hours of rough housing, they were ready to crap out for a while. She simply tucked them away and then went into her own room, pulled the shades down, and lay down on her bed. She had no intentions of going to sleep though. With all she had on her mind now, she doubted if she would even be able to sleep tonight. But she did close her eyes as she tried to make some sense out of the jumble of thoughts that were floating around in her head. It was like trying to put a jigsaw puzzle together.
She figured that she might as well start at the beginning. First of all, did she really want to do this? Her mind began to cast pictures on the inside of her eyelids like a movie projector, and she was again looking at the little girl as she walked and crawled and sat on the floor and played with her brother and with her dolls. The first thing that came into focus was the cute legs. And then the picture exchanged, and she was not only looking at the legs, but at the whole body as she stripped it down to give it its nightly bath.
It seems that one never realizes how their child is growing until something calls their attention to it. Like this. That of course stems from the fact that not only is growth so slow that it can't be perceived, but also from the total familiarity of living with the person day in and day out. It's generally not even taken too much note of when new clothes have to be bought frequently as the old ones seem to get smaller. It's not usually until someone who hasn't seen the child in a very long time drops by and says my how she's grown.
And that was the way it appeared to Ellen right now. As if she were suddenly seeing her own daughter after an absence of several years.
And my how she did grow. And how good she looked since she grew. Now she could understand why all her mother's women friends took such an interest in her when she was that age. Young and fresh and tender, and with no settled hang-ups, she was ripe for anything that' they might have in mind for her. And Ellen realized that right now, she held her own daughter's entire future right in the palm of her hand. Which way should she go? And then she saw the pictures again.
Her movie projector mind seemed to take on the effect of a zoom lens, and she saw the entire body, stark naked, in vivid living color, and she didn't realize for a few minutes that it was because she had her hand on the control knob. It wasn't until she felt the wetness on her fingers that she first found that her hand was inside her panties and she was playing with her clit so violently that she was actually beginning to have 'an orgasm. Well there was no sense, in stopping now, so she zoomed in even closer until all she could see was the little fat mound between Betty's legs. She wondered if the little clit buried in that mound had any sensation in it yet.
And as her guts erupted in a fury of passionate fire, she knew that she was going to find out before the night was over. She was going to find out in the bathroom tonight.
Even the fading away of the intense sensations inide of her as her liquid passions soaked through her panties and onto the bed could not make her change her mind now. And even though she hadn't planned on it, she found herself drifting off to sleep with a big smile on her face. Maybe it was the wonderful release that did it, or maybe she just unconsciously thought that it would be a good way to make the time pass faster until bath time.
When she woke up, it was half dark, and for a few minutes she thought that she had slept right into the evening, but when she put the shades up, she saw that it was still broad daylight, and she could hear the kids stirring in the next room. She also found that her mind hadn't lost any of the thoughts of sex that permeated them before she fell asleep.
She got the kids up and brought them downstairs to play some more, but she couldn't sit in the living room with them anymore. She was afraid her mind would explode the way her guts had earlier, so although it was a little early, she decided to start supper. If she took her time, she would be able to remain in the kitchen for awhile, and maybe get her mind off what she had planned for tonight. She had never seen a day go as slow'as this.
It did go though, and after a light supper and a restless evening of again watching but not really seeing or hearing the television and trying to get lost in the Sunday papers, the hands of the clock finally, slowly and seemingly reluctantly reached the hour of bedtime. Paul being the youngest, she had gotten into the habit of preparing him for bed first so that he would be asleep by the time she finished with Betty and got into bed herself.
And as anxious as she was, she was determined to do things just as normally as possible so that the kids wouldn't sense that there was anything out of the way going on. She brought both of the kids and all of their toys up into their room, and left Betty playing on the floor as she took Paul and his pajamas into the bathroom. She even thought that she might get a kick out of giving him a bath tonight, figuring that it would really get her in the mood for Betty's bath, but somehow it wasn't quite -the same thing.
Paul was no longer a little baby, but he wasn't a very big boy either. His body was just as smooth and soft as a girl's, but that little thing hanging dawn between his legs spoiled the whole effect. Not that she had anything against males anymore, but it was just that this particular male was far too small to be of any interest. The little penis had a long way to go before it would be able to make a girl happy.
She gave him his bath and cuddled and petted and cooed at him as usual, but she was actually glad when it was all over and he was in his pajamas and tucked into bed. Now she could get down to the real business at hand. She gathered up Betty's night clothes, and she noticed that her hand was shaking a little as she took hold of the small hand and led her daughter into the bathroom.
She didn't know whether she was getting nervous about what she was doing, or if it was just plain anticipation, but whatever it was, there was no way that she was going to back out now. She put some warm water into the tub and then stood the little girl on a chair next to the tub and started to undress her, and as she lifted the tiny dress off over Betty-'s head, she looked at the almost naked body over, and for some reason, her hands weren't shaking anymore. She suddenly knew exactly what she was doing. Something she had done countless times before. Never with such a small girl of course, but what the hell, a girl is a girl, and as she pulled the little panties down and looked at the object of her desire, the little girl in front of her suddenly wasn't her daughter anymore. She was just another delightful piece of delicious pussy.
It was as if she was seeing this sight for the first time, but that was only because she had never had these particular thoughts in her mind or the hot feeling in her belly when she had seen it countless times before. She wanted to dig right into the smooth, fat, hairless lips right then and there, but she thought that it might come as too much of a shock to the child. She would have to lead up to it gradually, and there was no better way to do that than in the bathtub. She would give her her bath as usual, but she would pay a lot more attention to the vital parts and see what kind of, if any, reaction she could arouse. Even a five year old should show some kind of reaction.
Betty sat in the tub and she was just as bubbly as the water that she splashed around her. She loved the warm bath, and she loved the feeling of her mother's tender, gentle hands working all over her body. They felt just as good this time, but that was all it was, so far. It just felt good. It stirred the kind of reaction in her that it did in her mother, but then again, her mother hadn't really gotten down to business yet.
Ellen could feel her clit rising to the occasion as her smooth, soapy hands manipulated the warm, young flesh of the little girl, and as she rubbed and massaged the length of the chubby legs the heat built up inside of her until she knew that if she didn't get down to the bare facts pretty soon, it would be too late. So she skipped all the rest and Betty obligingly opened her legs wide as she felt the hot hand sliding down in between them.
Betty always did like this part of it, because somehow it gave her a kind of sensation that she didn't feel when the rest of her was being washed. And it wasn't long before she noticed that this time the sensation was much stronger than usual as her mother's hand dug in a little deeper than usual. And she looked up at her mother's smiling face and smiled back at her as she opened her thighs a bit wider hoping that the hand would continue to enhance the feeling inside of her.
Ellen didn't know what Betty was thinking about, but she didn't miss any of the signs, the toothy smile and the further separation of the legs, and they encouraged her so much that she decided to go for broke. She bent right over the tub, unmindful of getting wet-herself, and putting one arm around the small back to hold her still, she went to work in earnest on the little pussy. And as she slipped her finger in between the lips and started to gently rub it all around the inside, tickling the little clit and searching out the tiny vagina opening, the giggles came, and she had to quickly jump up and close the door so that they wouldn't wake Paul up. When she returned to the tub, she stood Betty up, and again supporting her with one arm, she immediately went back to work where she had left off. The child was really getting with this little game now, and as her mother's fingers again delved into the sensitive crack, Betty squatted down and spread* her knees apart in order to take full advantage of this delightful extra attention. But Ellen was not in the mood to carry on this bit of foreplay much longer. She could feel the wetness leaking out of her and soaking the front of her panties, and she figured that the time had come.
The bath, being a nightly routine, Ellen had everything prepared and set up in advance. As soon as she had Betty in the tub, she would go back into her room for a minute and spread a big turkish towel out on her bed. When Betty had been soaped and rinsed, she would dry her off pretty good right in the bathroom, and then carry her in and lay her on the towel to finish drying and powder her, and put her into her pajamas. Tonight however, a couple of those steps would be skipped.
She simply rinsed the soap off good and then picked her up, soaking wet, and carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the towel and closed and locked the door in case the little boy in the next room decided to get up and investigate the party going on next door. Because Ellen knew now that there was going to be a party, and she expected lots of noise and giggling.
When she turned back to the bed, she looked down at the expectant body, and found that she didn't know where to start. If it had been a big girl, she would have had no trouble at all because the girl would be expecting whatever happened. But she figured that she might as well make believe that this was a big girl, and go right through the whole thing from the beginning.
She wrapped the towel quickly around the small body in order to blot at least some of the water off, and then she opened the towel up again and climbed up on the bed next to Betty. Betty was still getting a big kick out of all these unusual events, and she was just as anxious as her mother to get on with it and find out what was finally going to happen.
Ellen put one arm under the little girl's shoulders and reached across her with the other arm and gave her a big hug as she leaned over her. Her mother had hugged and kissed her before, but not like this. It was always a kiss on the cheek or the nose or the forehead, or even sometimes a warm pack on the lips, but now her mother's mouth was open and Betty could see the pointy, pink tip of her tongue through the parted red lips. Betty might not have known what was going on, but it looked like fun, and she opened her mouth too.
As far as the child was concerned, she didn't even think of it as a kiss anymore. A kiss was with puckered lips that pressed against your skin and felt all tickly and warm and nice. This of course was all tickly and warm and nice too, but the tongue that looked so small and dainty as it stuck from between her mother's lips on occasion had now turned into a huge, ravaging hunk of meat that filled the little mouth and seemed to be trying to work its way into her throat. But Betty didn't mind. In fact she liked it. Her own tongue began to lick at the big intruder, and she could feel her mouth fill up with liquid. She didn't know whether it was her own or her mother's or both, but it made no difference at first. It was only when her mouth became flooded with it and she began to choke as she tried to swallow with that big tongue in her way that she started to get restless and Ellen had to quit. " Once her mouth was cleared, Betty was ready for more though. She gulped down the last of the warm liquid and opened her mouth again, but Ellen had different ideas in mind. Her one arm remained under Betty's back, but the other hand was exploring the rest of the little body, and the way she was doing it made the giggles start again. Her mother was pinching her little red buds on her chest and squeezing the surrounding fat into little lumps as if trying to make them into little premature breasts.
When she had enough of a mound built up between her fingers, she once more leaned over the girl, and although all Betty could see was the hair hanging down in front of her face from her mother's head, she knew just what was happening and the giggles became even stronger. Ellen could feel the soft little nipple hardening in her mouth as she teased it with the tip of her tongue, and she opened her mouth wider and drew in all of the tender flesh that surrounded it. By this time, Betty was almost in hysterics, and Ellen could feel the bed shake as the legs flopped uncontrollably against it.
That was only her second stop, but she was getting out of control herself now, and it was necessary to prepare herself for the third stop. The way that she felt now, that third stop was going to be the end of the line, one way or another. And as she climbed back off the bed and stood before it and began to remove her own clothes, a very hot little body sat up on the bed to watch. Betty had never even seen her mother without any clothes on, and Ellen liked the way the already big blue eyes turned into saucers as she took her blouse and bra off and her fabulous globes pushed their unhindered way out before her.
Those large meaty mounds had fascinated many other people, and in fact now earned her her living, so there was no reason why a little girl shouldn't be fascinated by them also. In fact, Betty was so fascinated by the wonderful protrusions, that she hardly even noticed when the skirt and panties joined the blouse and bra on the floor. All Ellen had to do now was to kick off her shoes, and she would be in the same condition as her wide-eyed, open-mouthed daughter.
The giggles had stopped by now, and Betty was in a state of ecstatic suspense as she watched her mother climb back onto the bed with her. Somehow she knew that whatever was going to happen now, was going to be even better than before, and she simply turned herself limp in an attitude of full compliance as Ellen took her by the legs and swung her around so that she was lying full length along the center of the bed.
Ellen wasn't sure whether she would do it or not, but she didn't want to wet the bed again as she. had done that afternoon, so she took the towel and placed it underneath her own body. Then she lay down on her stomach facing the puffy little crotch and pushed the legs as far apart as she could get them without hurting Betty. As she placed her hands on each side of the bald snatch and spread the lips apart, she couldn't hear a sound coming from her daughter, but when she looked up along the naked body, she could see the fat, round belly heaving as if she knew what was coming as was trying to hold back an internal explosion.
But Ellen had an internal explosion of her own to worry about, and there was no time to waste so she dove right in head first. And the belly heaved again as the wonderfully experienced tongue put all of its vast knowledge to use on the smallest and sweetest cunt that Ellen had ever tasted. Once her tongue was inside and was able to locate all of the virgin meat, she removed her hands from the crotch and slid them up under the bare, round cheeks of Betty's ass. As she squeezed and kneaded the firmly soft flesh, she also pushed upward, forcing - the hot, fat mound even further into her hungry mouth.
Her mouth lips were open so wide that they almost completely engulfed the twat lips and she could taste all of the tender flesh that surrounded the delicious crack as well as the soft quivering meat inside of it. And Ellen knew that she was not the only one that was having a ball, as she could feel the insides of the chubby thighs shuddering with pleasure as they pressed against her ears.
Chapter Three
That was the first time between mother and daughter, and it went very well. But as much as she wanted to, on that first occasion Ellen just couldn't bring herself to having Betty return the favor. Things were off to a fabulous start, and she didn't want to jeopardize it. She figured that a mouthful of hot come might just do that, and she knew that she would be in no condition to control herself. There would be no chance of her pulling away in time.
So she waited until she was just about ready to let go by herself, and crawled up beside her daughter and started to hug and kiss her and then she lay on her back and placed the little girl on top of her. She placed her down far enough so that she could feel the bare flesh of her daughter's belly rubbing against" hers, and so that Betty's face was right over the massive mounds that Ellen knew she had been attracted to. She was just going to let nature take its course.
The little girl still didn't know what it was all about, but she wasn't worried about it. And she was totally unaware that she was doing all the right things as she immediately grabbed hold of the big tits and proceeded to do just about what her mother had been doing to her. And the feel of the soft flesh and the sight of the hard, red nipples that seemed to be pointing right at her mouth caused her to wiggle and squirm delightedly.That was all that Ellen needed.
The babyish giggles came again as Betty watched her mother's facial contortions and listened to the soft throaty moans that escaped from the open mouth. Ellen had no control over herself now, so she just relaxed and let herself go. Betty was getting a wonderful ride on the big body that squirmed and twisted beneath her as her mother threw back her head and heaved a long sigh as she wet the turkish towel with the contents of her white-hot, bursting guts.
She slowly calmed down as her passion drained from her" but she didn't want to just quit the whole thing all of a sudden. She wanted to leave it up to Betty as to when they should call it a night in order to see just how far the little girl would go, and how much interest she had taken in it. Obviously she was having a good time now, but would she want more, or was it going to be just a passing thing that she would forget about when she got hold of her toys again tomorrow. Ellen figured that she wouldn't really know until it was time for the next bath.
It wasn't until about a half hour later that the evening's entertainment came to an end. Betty, seeing that she had been given full reign, continued to investigate the wonderful body, and although she really didn't know what to do with it, she managed to work it up into a lather again. Ellen was rather disappointed when Betty started to slow down her attentions, but she realized that it wasn't because Betty was getting tired of what she was doing, it was because she was getting just plain tired and was beginning to fall asleep.
Ellen reluctantly put the pajamas on the limp little body and carried her into her own room and put her to bed. Tomorrow was another day. And Ellen was wondering how she would feel in the morning herself. Would she be ashamed of what she did when the dawn broke and she realized the full implications of her actions? Or would she be so eager to get on with it that she wouldn't be able to wait for night to come? Well, what was done was done, and it was too late to worry about it now.
Ellen slept well that night. It couldn't have been just because she was worn out from a two orgasm day, because that was nothing new to her. In days gone by, a two orgasm day would have been a pretty slow day. It may have been because she wasn't really worried about what she did, and was looking forward to having a new, and steady partner. At least when she woke up in the morning she found that her conscience wasn't bothering her at all, and she was looking forward to seeing her daughter and seeing how, if at all, she had been affected.
She got all the breakfast things ready before going upstairs to get the kids, and found both of them wide awake when she entered the room. In fact, they had already started to play, just as they usually did. Things looked so normal that somehow she felt a little disappointed. It was as if last night had all been a dream, and had not really happened. The routine that they carried on, especially in Betty's case, caused her to force herself to believe that it really had happened.
Things were perfectly normal all through the washing and dressing and breakfast, and it wasn't until after they had finished eating and the kids were playing on the living room floor and she was cleaning up the kitchen that she began to notice any change. And what she saw frightened her a little. Paul was playing the same as he always did, but Betty's approach had altered.
As she looked out of the kitchen to see how they were getting along, she immediately saw that she had created a new problem. Paul was too young to realize what was going on, but he seemed to be getting a kick out of it as his sister was paying more attention to wrestling with him and fondling him than she was to the toys. She had apparently discovered that she liked the feel of bare flesh, and her brother's chubby legs sticking out from under the extremely short pants that fit him more like bathing trunks were very enticing. Ellen knew that she would have to do something, and she would have to do it quickly. It wouldn't do very well to leave them with a baby sitter if they were going to be feeling each other up all night.
The first thing that came to Ellen's mind was that she was going to have to get Paul out of there for awhile so that she could be alone with Betty and do some plain and fancy talking. She wasn't sure that she could get the child to understand, but she had to try. Maybe if she could have the day alone with her, she would be able to make some kind of progress. She had a lot of brainwashing to do, and not much time to do it in.
She got on the phone and called her baby-sitting neighbor, who Only lived a couple of doors away, and asked her if she could take care of Paul for the day. She didn't say why, except that she had some things to do, and the neighbor didn't ask why. After all, all she was interested in was the money, and Ellen was paying her well for her services, so she readily agreed.
A short time later, she found herself alone with her daughter, and sjie knew that she must get right to work on her, but she couldn't quite figure out how to go about it. She coudn't just explain to her like she wouid to a bigger girl, because she knew that it wouldn't have too much effect. The little girl didn't quite know the difference between right and wrong yet, and Ellen knew that what she was teaching her now, and was intending to teach her, would even cause confusion in her mind as she grew older. Because what she was teaching her in effect was that what was right for others, was wrong for her.
As she got older, she would learn from things that went on around her that it was right for girls to mess with boys, and she was going to wonder why she had been taught differently. It wouldn't take her long to figure it out though, so Ellen had to be sure to instill in her mind right now that it was also all right to mess with girls. But right now, she had to embed it deeply in her mind that at least for the time being, she was to mess only with girls, and particularly only with her mother. She didn't want to wean her away from her brother only to have her turn her attentions to the attractive baby sitter.
Ellen figured that the best way to do it would be to get her so deeply interested in her own mother that she wouldn't want to fool with anybody else. Even if she had to do a little threatening, like cutting off her present pussy supply if she didn't listen to her. Of course she would not put it quite like that, but it would have to amount to the same thing. The best place to start, she thought, would be where they left off last night. In the bedroom.
And Betty didn't forget a thing about what happened last night, even though she had fallen asleep doing it. And it came back to her more vividly than ever when her mother took her upstairs into the same bedroom and picked her up and sat her on the bed and stood there in front of her looking down at her with a big smile on her face. Betty at least hoped that she knew what was coming, and her own face opened up in an expectant smile.
But Ellen wasn't ready to get down to business yet. First she wanted to create just the right atmosphere. She wanted to get the little girl in such a mood that she would agree to anything, and then she would just keep pounding on it ufitil she thought that it was in deep enough. It might take all day, and as she looked at the pretty little thing on the bed, she was rather hoping that it would.
Betty was expecting her mother to undress her, and then undress herself, just like last night, and she became a little confused when her mother just sat down on the bed next to her. But as her mother put her arm around her and then placed her other hand on the round, dimpled knee, things began to get familiar again, and Betty knew that all was not lost. Especially when the hand began to move up and down between the hip and the knee with a slow, sensual motion that caused that same tingle that she had experienced last night to start building up inside of her.
She was anxious to do the same thing to her mother, because Betty had had the taste of warm flesh once, and found that she liked it so much that she wanted to keep on feeling it.. That's why even her brother's flesh looked good to her. Her mother didn't know it, and it would have made her happier if she did, but Betty actually preferred her mother's flesh. If for no other reason that that there was so much of it. Especially in the chest area.
And although her mother couldn't read her mind, it seemed to Betty as though she could as the warm hand left her leg just long enough to unbutton the buttons of the blouse that was covering those big wonderfull mounds of red tipped flesh. That was all that Ellen did. Just open the front. She didn't open it wide, but just enough so that a small hand could fit inside if it so desired, and as she reached for the little leg again, she found that the small hand did so desire. Just about the time her hand found its way into the little panties, the little hand found its way into the big blouse.
There is not much need to elaborate on what happened from then on, as it would only be a repeat of the description of what had happened the night before. With only one major exception. Ellen found that she was able to keep herself under some kind of control this time, and she was able to allow Betty to expert. She had satisfied many bigger girls that took a lot more satisfying than this little novice. And the two of them only grew more expert as the years passed.
But before returning to the present, and the events that led Paul to feel the strap across his tender twelve year old bottom, it must be pointed out that Paul was not entirely ignorant of certain facts of life during his tender years. Although his mother had considered seeing just what he could do, she became so wrapped up in her conquest of her daughter that she just didn't get around to it. Not to any worthwhile extent anyway. But it turned out that Paul had learned to keep his mouth shut and his hands to himself even before Betty did. He wasn't even three when he learned.
His baby sitter in the early days when his mother worked in the topless bar was named Carol. She was the one that lived a couple of houses away and was so glad to take him for the day while his mother had other things to do. Of course Carol didn't know what the other things were, and she was interested in the money, but she was also interested in Paul. And she was glad it was Paul that was being left with her and not Betty, because Carol didn't have the interest in girls that Ellen did.
Carol was about the same age as Ellen, and almost as pretty, but she wasn't built quite like her. There was nothing wrong with her, but she didn't have as much of everything as Ellen did. They only had one thing in common. They both had husbands that left them. So they were two women alone, except that Carol had no children.
And Carol had been a virgin when she was married. Before she met the man who was to become her husband, she had had very little to do with the opposite sex. Her mother had been very strict with her, and she wasn't even allowed to go out on dates. She could bring a fellow home all right, but it wasn't much fun with the mother sitting in the same room with them and knitting all the while. Carol grew up without even the guts to do anything on the side.
Just about the time Carol came of age, her mother died. And although she really did love her mother, she suddenly felt a sense of freedom that she had never felt before. The only thing was, she was not prepared for it. Too many years of being under her mother's thumb left her without any real knowledge of the world. Therefore, she was susceptible to the first guy with a good line that came along.
Unfortunately, he not only had a good line, but he was also very good-looking, and those two facts caused her to overlook the more important fact that he was also a louse. So she married the louse. And he stayed with her.long enough to get her cherry and teach her to love the attentions of the male animal. He had her so that she would just about beg on her knees for that wonderful male tool. It seemed to be the key that fit in her lock that opened her up to all the joys in the world. And just about when she felt as if she was sitting on a nice soft cloud of pleasure, it turned out to be nothing but a thunder cloud that opened itself beneath her and disappeared in a deluge of frustration as he tired of her and went off to seek newer and better cherries.
Like Ellen's husband, he never bothered to divorce her. He just took off. But whereas his actual absence didn't bother Ellen all that much, it just about tore Carol apart. It destroyed her faith in men, and she vowed that she would never get tangled up with another one. But it did not erase the memories of pleasure that she had gotten from that male. She wanted more of that, but she not only didn't know how to go about getting it, she also wouldn't have had the nerve. That was the legacy that her over protective mother left her.
She didn't think much of it when she was offered the job of baby sitter for Ellen's kids, because all she was thinking about was that she could use the money. It wasn't until after several sitting jobs that she first began to notice the little boy. And that was more or less an accident too, because the little boy had had an accident in his pants. It was the first that she actually had to change either of them. Betty was big enough to go to the toilet by herself, and normally Paul could too. But this time, the kids got so interested in whatever it was that they were playing, that Paul neglected to heed the call. Thus it becamse necessary for Carol to do something that she had not had the occasion to do before.
Of course Ellen just assumed that Carol would be able to cope with any emergency such as this that came up. She didn't know how ignorant Carol was when it came to children, or anything else for that matter. Anyway, Carol tried her best. She brought Paul upstairs and spread a cloth on the bed and layed him on it while she sought out a clean pair of pants, and then removed the soiled ones. She wasn't too happy at the sight of the mess, but she knew that it had to be cleaned off of him before the fresh pants could be put on, so she got to work.
It wasn't hard to see what Ellen used in a situation like this, because everything was layed out on the top of one of the bureaus in the room. Fresh pants, washclothes, powder, everything was there, only Carol had to figure out how to use it. She did all right though.
She wiped all she could off with the dirty pants that she had taken off of him, and then went into the bathroom and wet a cloth to clean up the rest. It worked fine. She got him shining clean, and he just lay there and took it like it was his own mother that was doing it. It wasn't until she dried him and started to use the powder that he noticed the difference.
It was then that Carol really began to notice things too, and between the two of them, they brought things to a head. In fact, it was the head that started the whole thing off. His mother had just poured the powder on him and then put his pants on, but this nice lady was rubbing the powder in, and somehow, he liked it much better that way.
She sprinkled it liberally all over the vital areas, and then as if she was afraid that it would come off, she began to work it in with her hands. Of course she was only unconsciously groping for something that she had been missing for a long time, but neither of them realized that at this particular time. It would take only a few minutes though before Carol's mind would get the message, and although Paul's mind was getting some kind of a message, he couldn't quite read it as yet. He could only react to it.
Carol didn't notice his reaction right away, as her own had confused her a bit, and rather than keep her mind on what she was doing on his front parts and working herself up, she turned him over to do the back. But she did the back the same way as she had done the front, with lots of manual manipulating, and as far as Paul was concerned, it was just as good. His dong grew beneath him as she rubbed and massaged the sensitive flesh of his bottom.
By the time she turned him back over, she had quite a surprise in store for her. He may not have been the man she was looking for, but he was certainly quite a little man. He was well on his way to becoming a big man. A very big man. And the big smile on his face as he presented his wares to her told her that he was not really interested in having his pants put back on right away. Neither was she.
He was far from what she had gotten used to with her husband, but at least he was a good reminder of things past that she wanted to bring into the present, and she could feel the old feeling building up in her as she reached down and proceeded to do the things that her husband had taught her to do.
She knew damn well that that thing would not be able to assuage the ache in her vagina, but there were other things that she could do that would help her to take care of herself. And she quickly forgot all about the little girl that she had left alone downstairs as she took hold of the hard little rod and began to experiment with it. It may have been barely one third the size of the one that she remembered, but outside of its lighter, softer color, it could have made a perfect miniature. And remembering how her husband had liked her to operate on his as they played their little games before getting down to the nitty-gritty, she began to play the same little games with Paul.
Carol only subconsciously heard the muffled giggles as she tested the loose flesh on the outside of the hard stick, but it was actually the reaction that she received that caused her to continue her manipulations ever more vigorously until the giggles weren't muffled anymore. The skin slid back and forth just as smoothly and easily as her husband's did, and the tighter she squeezed it between her fingers as she moved it up and down, the louder the giggles came. Man or boy, she thought to herself, they were all alike. And even though she had done this to only one man and one boy, she was a real girl, and she loved doing it. But that wasn't all that she wanted to do, and little Paul became the beneficiary of her latent hunger. Carol just i couldn't help herself. The ache in her groin forced the saliva to accumulate in her mouth as she watched the little mouth-like opening in the end of the dick open and close as her hand moved up and down. She remembered the way her husband liked it, and she remembered the way that she had been so reluctant to do it at first, and she also remembered that once the ice had been broken, he almost had to push her away even after her mouth had been filled to overflowing with his passion. She didn't think that this one would be able to fill her mouth either with itself or its passion, but what else did she have? And as she bent over- him, Paul was unable to see that her hand had disappeared into her panties at the same time.
As the scene progressed, it would have been difficult to tell which one of them was having the better time. When it came right down to it though, they were probably both having an equally good time, but in different ways and for different reasons. Paul was just having a plain old fashioned good time as his young body was experiencing something that it had never experienced before, but his mentor had almost left this world in her ecstasy of passion.
Most of that passion was produced by her own fingers of course, but that familiar yet unfamiliar bit of meat in her mouth helped it no end. She had played with herself many times since her husband had left, but never in an atmosphere such as this. It was just under the blankets, into the pussy, wipe off the results, and go to sleep and relive it in quite a different way in her dreams. But even in her dreams, she had not been able to feel or taste the male meat as she was doing now.
It took only a few minutes before it became necessary for her to change her own pants and re-dry and re-powder the little dick. The drying and powdering was easy to accomplish, but it was a bit difficult to put the pants on over the still hard dick of the boy that obviously was not finished yet. But by the time his pants were back on and he sat there on the bed watching the nice lady trying to figure out what to do with her own pants, the whole episode had faded into the background and his little meat returned to its normal position. He wasn't aware that Carol had decided to just roll up her wet pants and stick them in her handbag and hope that no one would notice that she was raw under her dress. But she had started something, and she was not finished either.
Carol sat with the kids for five nights a week, and after that first time that she discovered Paul, he wound up getting a blow-job five nights a week, and sometimes several of them a night, because not being able to come yet, he could take all she could give. It was only after Carol herself was depleted that the miniature orgy would cease.
Paul never said anything to anyone, but that was mostly because he wouldn't know what to say. He didn't know what was happening to him. The only thing that he knew was that he liked it, and Carol was the only one that would give it to him. So he never bothered seeking it from anyone else, and although Carol was worried that he might let the cat out of the bag, he never did, and they enjoyed a very friendly relationship for quite awhile.
Naturally she whispered a few hints in his ear as she lay beside him and jacked him off before they went really down. She was shy and not as vocal as Ellen, so she did not go into any lengthy discourses, but her short, breathy words had a sort of subliminal effect on the little boy, and even if he had any ideas about thinking that he could do the same things with his mother or sister, a little voice inside his head told him to wait for Jiis favorite baby sitter.
But naturally, all good things must come to an end, and Paul's good things came to an end even while his sister's good things were still gaining momentum. After only about a year of when Paul was only around four, Carol found another man, and she was now over her -distaste for men, thanks to Paul, and although she was only looking for a bigger and more satisfying dick, she also found a guy that could make her happy in the worldly ways that a girl wants to be made happy in. She moved away with him and left Paul high and dry. That was to be the little boy's first disappointment in his 'love life'. However, he was young enough to be able to withstand it.
The main reason he could withstand it though, was because he was totally unaware of what else was going on in the house. Without a permanent baby sitter, Ellen was reduced to only working during the times that she could get one. Sometimes it was only one or two days a week, but by now her fabulous body commanded so much attention that she was able to hold on to her job and work whenever she was able to. The amount of money that she received naturally went down along with the time that she worked, but she still was able to make a decent living.
Where she had previously fended the advances of the men off as she waited on them, figuring that she didn't have to put up with that as long as she was making a good salary, she soon found out that she could make a lot more in tips by giving those men a surreptitious little feel as she bent over the table. They were only too willing to leave a little more under the dish if they got a little pinch of those juicy red nipples. So even though she was forced to work less, and came home with sore tits, she was making as much and sometimes more than when she was working all the time.
She might have preferred that the more knowledgable fingers of the female sex would be interested, but she had to take what she could get. There were some nice young male fingers that helped to up her take-home pay, but most of them were old, tough, gnarled fingers belonging to bald-headed thrill seekers who didn't give a damn about the tenderness of her flesh. And then there were a few others. Someone could recognize it as out and out lesbians, and others were just bored housewives that were out for any kind of a thrill that they could get. And then there were a few, but only a few, that were sincere. And as a pretty young thing that might not have even been in a place like this before happened to brush the back of her hand against Ellen's nipple as she leaned over the table to place a drink, Ellen knew that she had something to work on.
And since she didn't have too many days, or nights, to work in the bar because of the lack of baby sitters, Ellen had to do everything she could to make up for the time lost. And after awhile, she got the hang of it, and was able to more than make up the time.
She began to be able to read the customers like books. All males she immediately discarded. Good looking, rich looking, no matter how they looked, she had reverted to her old self completely, and she was not about to hook up with any male in anything that might lead to a permanent relationship. Better to leave them entirely alone. A titty pinching she could take, but she was going to keep her second cherry.
Chapter Four
She had accepted the advances of several acceptable girls, but had always made her rendezvous with them in some out of the way place such as a hotel or motel that was located so far away that she wouldn't have any chance of meeting even any of the customers of the bar that she worked in. It wasn't until several ears later that she found one that she thought it would be safe to bring home. But she had other reasons also.
Betty was going on eight years old, and Paul was going on six, and she was twenty seven and fast moving toward twenty eight. And Ellen had enough sense to know that she did not have much time left. The young firmness of her body, which she depended on to make her living, was showing signs of beginning to fade. Right now, it was only her that noticed it, because she examined it every day in the mirror and with her hands, but it wouldn't be long before her bosses and the customers would notice it, and she would be replaced by a younger firmer girl. She had to make hay while the sun shined, because there was nothing else that she knew how to do.
She knew that she had to reap^ most of her harvest now before the fall and winter years came on. She didn't mind being a lesbian, in fact she loved it, but she was smart enough to know that there were very few people that would be willing to shell out cash for a worn-out lesbian's attentions.
Oh, she still had a lot of years to go before she would be that old and worn out, but she wanted to make sure that when the time came she would be prepared for it. And that was one reason why she finally broke down and brought a stranger home to meet her daughter.
She had been with the stranger before.
Enough times to figure that she could trust feer, so she had no qualms about bringing her Hito the house. Even if any of the neighbors saw them, so what. She was allowed to bring a friend home wasn't she? It was only her own _uilty conscience that forbade it before this. But this particular girl was something special.
Her name was Karen, and she was only about two years younger than Ellen, and she had been brought up in just about the same conditions as Carol had been. Of course, Ellen still didn't know anything about Carol's :onditions and the relationship between her and her son, but she did know that Karen had been so restricted by the tight reins that her family held on her that she was willing to do anything to break away from them. And the best part of it was, the family held everything back from her except money.
Karen's mother and father forbade her to go out with boys, and the reason was even .nknown to Karen, but they didn't enforce it by keeping her secluded, they used money as a bribe. She could have all the cash she wanted to do most anything that she wanted to do as long as it didn't involve boys. And Karen was afraid that they might catch her if she even talked to a guy and would cut off her allowance, so she complied. But the parents didn't say anything about girls. And Karen was just still young enough, and hot-blooded enough, to notice the little loophole in her parents demands.
Even if her parents had had a private eye following her, what harm would he find in her going home with a girl friend? Of course if the private eye had been following her long enough to find out where and under what circumstances she had met the girl friend, that might be a different story. But Karen still didn't think it would make that much difference. She figured that her parents might be actually pleased if they found out that she was making love to another girl rather than to a man. Somehow she got the idea that they would be jealous if a male stuck his thing into her, where they would just sit back and smile and relax if they found out that their daughter was getting her kicks with somebody that couldn't possibly make her pregnant. It was a confused, mixed-up situation, but that's the way it was, and after all these years of abstinence, Karen actually smiled as Ellen led her in the door and introduced her to her lovely young daughter and handsome young son.
But although Karen did take note of the good-looking boy, he was just a bit too small, and her eyes fastened on the deliriously bigger girl. Ellen was expecting that of course, and she made preparations for getting Paul out of the immediate vicinity. And Paul, being so much younger than his sister, was used to being sent to bed before her, and after meeting the pretty woman, he went about his ablutions and went to bed. A bit reluctantly though, because this girl somehow reminded him of Carol.
And while the three girls got together downstairs, getting acquainted with each other order to be prepared for what they all knew was going to happen, a very curious Paul was far from ready to go to sleep. This Karen, who leminded him so much of Carol, was something that he wanted to see more of.
At six years old, Paul was just naturally a little devil anyway. Maybe it didn't show too much on the outside of him, but it was there just as much as it is in any other six year old, whether it be a boy or a girl. He had long been out of the habit of having his mother take him up and wash and brush his teeth and put him in his pajamas, so now he was on his own. And although his mother thought that it was wonderful how the boy and the girl had managed to be trained so early, she didn't know that it would backfire on her in the long run.
There was no trouble about the three females downstairs getting together. Ellen and Karen knew what they were there for in the first place, and Karen had been clued in about Betty's willingness. It was only 'Betty, who was not sure whether the girl that her mother had brought home was just a guest or was going to be a part of a party. It didn't take her too long to find out though.
As soon as she saw how close her mother sat down next to the girl as she told Karen to go into the kitchen and make them some drinks, she knew that it was going to be a real party. When her mother said 'drinks' rather than coffee or tea or something like that, something was going to happen. The only thing was, although Betty knew that something was going to happen, she had never been let in on it. Her mother had explained to her that she had to go to bed as she had 'business' with this person, but her mother didn't know that Betty knew what kind of business it was, and she was very jealous about it. It didn't happen more than a couple of-times, but like Paul, Betty was strictly on the ball. The major difference was that after she had gotten the drinks, which consisted of a lot of whiskey and a little water* she was not asked to go up to the bed. -Something exciting was coming, and when she looked at the girl again and saw how really good she looked, the eight year old girl figured that a lot of coming was coming.
Of course, none of the participants downstairs noticed the pair of beady eyes that was watching every move they made from behind the railing at the top of the stairs. The only thing in their favor, was that Paul didn't leally know what was going on. It had been a long time ago, for a boy of his age, that anything had happened to him, and although he knew that something similar to his own happenings was going on downstairs, he didn't know just what it was. Unfortunately, his surreptitious peeking would eventually be discovered, and he would not find out what it was all about until much later. But it would be on his mind, and he would get belted by his mother first.
That was in the future, however, and there was nothing of that sort on his mind as he gazed at the scene below him. After his experiences with Carol, and the more or less minor experiences of seeing his sister get at least partially unclothed as she was being put to bed, the female body held little or no surprises for him. He knew that they were different, and he knew how they were different, but up until now, he had never seen how the females used that difference. The three females downstairs were to give him his indoctrination.
It soon was determined that it was two against one though, as it appeared that even Betty knew more about this than Karen did. Karen was lucky enough to have two expert instructors, and when she got started with them, she couldn't have cared less if all the private eyes were looking through the windows with all the movie cameras in the world. And although neither of the girls that were obliging her knew about her thoughts, they wouldn't have cared either if they did know. For this was not only a very lovely girl, but a very receptive and willing one.
This was a situation that Karen had only thought about in her wildest imaginative dreams, and in the dreams she knew just what to do. But now that it was real, it was here, it had come true, she was completely lost. She was at the mercy of these two wonderful people who she just knew would be able to take care of all of her needs. And Paul's saucer eyes watched from the top of the stairs as his mother and sister took care of the needs, and his six year old mind almost flipped and he had all he could do to keep from giving himself away right then and there.
As mentioned before, Karen had had previous experiences with Ellen in some out of the way places, but none of the experiences had been anything like this. The sessions had been too controlled, and although they had been highly satisfactory to Karen, they were rather mediocre to Ellen. It had been just a sort of feeling out period, and Ellen, not really knowing this girl, or if she could trust her, didn't really let herself go. She only went through the motions, but the inexperienced girl didn't know that. She thought that she Was having the time of her life. But now that she was here, and all emotions had been let loose and all caution thrown to the winds, she found out that she really hadn't learned a thing. Even the little girl was teaching her things that the bigger girl had held back, and Karen figured that maybe her parents had done the right thing after all by keeping her secluded from the male element. As far as she was concerned, she was in her proper element right now, and she just snuggled down onto the seat of the couch and let herself be entirely in the expert hands of these two probing females.
The drink that she had been offered went down smooth and warm and her belly seemed to have a glow in it even before the action started. It wasn't that she needed the drink, or even that Ellen needed it, but Ellen thought that it might be a good idea in order to loosen up any tensions that might remain. And the strong drink did its job. Karen was more than ready.
Ellen had been sitting very close to her on one side, and she liked that, but she found that she liked it even more when the little girl sat on the other side of her and was even closer. She was beginning to realize what Ellen meant when she had told her that her daughter was with it too.
Betty was just kind of waiting for a signal from her mother to start the action, and it wasn't long in coming. As soon as Karen finished her drink, Ellen took the glass from her hand and set it down on the end table next to the arm of the couch, and then reached over the back of the couch and put hef arm around her. But Betty didn't start her own attack until she saw her mother's hand cup itself over Karen's breast and begin to gently knead it. Karen's total acceptance of this act told Betty that it was all right to go ahead.
By this time, Betty was more than ready, and seeing as how her mother had started at the top, she figured that she should start at the bottom. There was no doubt that they would meet in the middle. And Karen only looked over at the little girl and smiled as Betty put her hand on the sild-encased knee. Karen was wearing silk stockings, and it was obvious that Betty was going to find out just how far up those stockings went, and what was above them.
Not knowing which one to concentrate on, Karen simply laid her head back and half closed her eyes and left herself at the mercy of the wonderful people that surrounded her. And she didn't realize, or couldn't care less, that they showed her no mercy.
Her mother had been a good instructor, and Karen was now reaping the benefits of that instruction, and she didn't know whether it was the hand that found its way into her blouse and caressed the flesh itself, or the hand that traveled unerringly up her thigh until it reached the point of no return that thrilled her most. It really didn't make any difference. She just sighed.
Paul felt a rising in his pants as he watched the proceedings even though he wasn't familiar with that particular kind of proceedings. All he knew was that there were bodies in action, and his own body felt as if it needed a little action. He knew though, that he was not invited to this party, and any action that he would require would have to be taken care of by himself. But as the action downstairs heated up, he didn't even think to take care of himself. The feeling of the end of his dick rising against the inside of his pajama pants only made him want to look closer.
He crept silently down the stairs until he was about in the middle of them before he figured that he would get caught if he went any further, but he was now close enough to see the details of what was happening. When he was at the top of the stairs. He could see what the hands on each side were doing to the girl in the middle, but by the time he had made his way down the stairs and stopped to look again, the scene had changed quite a bit.
The hand that had been inside the blouse was still doing the same thing, only now he could see -exactly what it was doing as the blouse was no longer in the way. Ellen had opened it all the way down the front and although she hadn't taken it off, it had been pushed apart so wide that it might as well have been off. And the girl had no bra under it. She didn't need one. The tits stuck out proudly and firmly and had no need of any kind of false support.
And the other end was almost as completely exposed as the top as Betty had pushed the dress up until it was wrapped around the waist, and it was now clearly indicated where the silk stockings ended. They appeared to be held up by elastic bands about halfway between the knee and the crotch, and although the crotch was still sheathed in silk, the small hand was under the silk and it would only be a matter of time before Paul would see if she looked like Carol down there.
Betty managed to push the panties down around Karen's hips, but that was as far as she got because Karen was so far gone by now that she didn't think to raise her ass from the couch to let them slide down further. But Betty's mother was able to see the difficulty and come to the - rescue: After all, she had greater things in mind herself.
Karen opened her eyes and seemed to be coming reluctantly out of some kind of a daze and looked over at Ellen as Ellen let go of the lovely breast and stood up. She stood in front of Karen and reached down and took her by the hands and pulled her to her feet. And Karen was just like a rag doll as she stood there and let the two of them undress her.
All three of them had forgotten that the little boy existed as they worked into the fullness of the situation at hand, and Paul saw that there was no difference between this new girl and his old baby sitter as she first stood there naked, and then sat down to watch the other two strip for action. And it was the first time that Paul had seen his mother and sister completely naked, and. he finally got the idea that all girls, young or old looked the same with no clothes on. And he liked the way they looked.
But none of them knew that they were putting on a private peep show for a little boy, and chances are, by this time, they wouldn't have cared.- As a matter of fact, Paul probably missed his biggest chance, because all of them were in such a good mood that they would probably have invited him to join them if they knew that he was there. But they didn't, so they settled down to the business at hand, and even his mother would never know how big a little boy's eyes could get. Ellen, Karen and Betty wound up back in the same positions that they were in before, only now they had nothing to hinder them. And Karen once more lay back and relaxed as the two pros went to work on her. She wouldn't be able to relax for long though, as her body chemistry dictated that it must react to the actions which were being taken to stimulate it. She could only act the passive part for so long, and then, whether she wanted to or not, she would eventually have,to react.
And it quickly got to the point where her body wanted to give as well as to take, and her response only made the original aggressors more aggressive. It was Betty who actually caused the positive response ' though, as Ellen continued working on the breasts and only altered her method of operation by pulling the pretty face toward her and giving it a big kiss full on the lips. But they had done that before, and it may have been quite a thrill for Karen, but it was nothing like the thrill that the rest of her was getting as the little hand graduated from the thigh to the crotch.
Ellen couldn't see what was going on, but she knew the territory that Betty was working on and she could understand why her kisses suddenly. got a violent response. Instead of smooching with closed, puckered lips, Karen all of a sudden became the aggressor and threw her arms around Ellen and opened her mouth so wide that Ellen though she was going to bit her. But it wouldn't have mattered if she did, because Ellen was ready to bite back, and the two open mouths locked in a fierce struggle to see which would gain control over the other's tongue.
The whole thing of course was caused by the expert hand of the little girl who seemed to be trying to see how far she could get that little hand into the bigger girl beside her. Betty didn't realize of course that this girl was not like her mother. Her mother had been fucked many times and she had had a couple of kids, whereas this girl had had nothing bigger than a tongue inside of her: For all intents and purposes she was still a virgin, but not for long.
It was part pain and part passion that caused Karen to attack Ellen's mouth so violently, but Ellen's mouth was not only used to that, but also savored it. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself in a situation such as this, and she was only glad, that she had a daughter that was capable of provoking the situation. But when she managed to gather her thoughts enough to see things clearly, she felt that she had better not let her daughter go too far.
She had let Betty put her hand almost all the way up into her own cunt, but she suddenly realized that Betty didn't know the difference between a new and a used cunt, and she knew that Karen's was a new one. Betty was doing a good job of getting Karen into heat, but if she went too far, she just might turn the whole thing around. A dick up a cherry was one thing. It would hurt, but it would not be as big as even an eight year old giril's hand.
Karen was sitting slumped down on the seat with her head against the back of the couch and her ass resting right on the edge. Ellen was more or less leaning across her as she worked on her mouth with her mouth and massaged the breast area with her hand, but she thought that it was time to change her position so that she could control her daughter's amorous advances.
She kept her arm around Karen's back, but pufled her closer to her so that her hand could reach all the way around and take hold of the far breast. And as she bent down to take the nipple of the near breast in her mouth, she could also see what her daughter was doing down below. And although she was wholly in favor of what her daughter was doing, she knew that she had to exercise some control over it because Betty was trying to do the things to Karen that she had done to her. And Ellen knew that it wouldn't work. At least not now.
But Ellen knew how to make it work, and she was anxious to do it so that both she and her daughter could find out what this nice girl felt like from the inside. An inside that no part of any other human body, male or female had investigated before. And right then, the girl that was the subject of their desires couldn't have cared less what happened to her. Karen was so far gone that she wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between severe pain and excruciating pleasure. And between the three of them, they became so involved in their business that they didn't hear the groan of the little boy on the stairs as he felt the first wetness in his pants.
The potency of the fluid that erupted from Paul's dick would not have been enough to impregnate anyone, but it was the first time that he had experienced it, and he had all he could do to keep from crying out for his mother. Somehow though, he knew better. It was startling to him, but in a way he knew that it was nothing to be worried about. But he was still confused and at least a little bit worried, so he ran back up the stairs and irito the bathroom to have a better look at what had happened to him. He had shot his first load, and he felt better for it, but he was not prepared for it. He may have missed the rest of what went on downstairs, but he had definitely discovered something that was at least equally as interesting. And he would learn how to do it, and he would practice it for a long time.
The people downstairs didn't know, and couldn't have cared less at this point that the little boy had become a man, because they were too deeply involved in their own thing. Ellen had the ripe, juicy nipple firmly embedded between her lips and was doing such a good job of tickling it with her tongue that Karen was jumping around as if she had electric wires attached to her ass. But she saw how deep the fingers of Betty's hand were delving into the crack, and she knew that she had to control them before it was too late. Becuase although right now, all that Betty was doing was digging into the crack and feeling around the inside, she knew that she would ultimately find- the hole and try to get into it the same way as she did with her. And Ellen knew .that it wouldn't work.
Now it was time for Ellen to take over the job that her daughter had been doing, and she was sure that Betty wouldn't mind reversing roles as she knew how much Betty liked those big knockers. And she also knew that Betty was just about as much of an expert in the diddling of knockers as she was, and Betty also liked them as much as she did, so she had no trouble weaning her away from the weeping pussy and moving her upstairs. And Karen's already saturated body barely moved as the people on each side of her changed positions.
Karen's body was already stiff, as she tried to control the emotions inside of her, but it soon became evident to her that she had lost control. She tried to relax and let whatever was going to happen, happen but what was happening to her made her lose control and she would tighten up as if all of her insides were forming into a knot that was about to weak loose. She really didn't know how she felt or what she was going to do. The only thing that she did know, was that there was eventually going to be an eruption the likes of which she had never experienced before. Karen had experienced many eruptions of course, but most of them were self-induced, and a few of them were caused by the girl that was now about to make her have another one. But none of them would be able to equal the one that was coming up now. As the little girl sucked the hard nipple into her mouth, and the bigger girl knelt before her and tried to reach the place where the end of her vagina connected with the womb, and the lips worked over the puffy lips of the vulva at the same time, Karen felt as if she was the little girl who had walked through the mirror and found a whole new world. Everything was going so well, that it was Karen and Ellen and Betty in Wonderland.
This, however, was a real Wonderland, and it would only last as long as the participants were able to made it last. And since this was only the beginning, it was destined to last for quite awhile. Now that things were out in the open, even Betty was going to learn something.
Ellen loved the tightness that the hymen formed across the entrance to Karen's vagina, but she looked on it as a challenge. She had worked this same pussy over before, but it was just mostly the clit and the tender meat around it that she had worked on to produce the desired effect. Now there was nothing to hold back. Nothing to stop the emotions from running their course. Nothing to stop Ellen from getting a cherry.
Ellen knew of course that it wouldn't be the same thing as if a boy got the cherry, because a cherry remained a cherry whether the hymen was broken of not until the first time that a dick went into the vagina, but she didn't care about that. Ellen was mostly a lesbian, even though she would accept the advances of a man if he really appealed to her. She would not turn down a good offer from a male, but she was in her own environment when she was with a female. When she was with a male, she would just lay back and let him do the work, but when she was with a female, she would do so much work herself that the female would walk away in a daze. And this girl was already in a daze, and Ellen hadn't really started yet.
Paul missed it, and Betty found herself standing back and watching and learning as her mother really went into action. Ellen could not stand this sort of action but not really action anymore. The white hot body that she was working on caused a natural reaction in her own body, and she was finished with the Bungs that might be called foreplay. She was ready, and more than ready to get down to the real thing. And so was Karen.
Betty just sat back and watched in awe as her mother went to work. She had seen her Bother go to work before, but it Was not quite Ike this. It had always been good before, but it seemed that this time there was something extra special. She didn't know that her mother was going after that cherry, and that she would be required to assist her.
Ellen relinquished her position between Karen's legs just long enough to rise from her knees and take hold of Karen's knees. She maneuvered Karen around so that she was lying full length along the couch, and once Betty realized what it was that her mother had in mind, she had no need to ask questions. All she wanted to do was to get into a position where she could do something while she watched her mother. And that wasn't too hard, because her mother was working only on the lower part of the body, and the whole upper part was left to her.
Karen, in the middle, wasn't sure whether she was going to come, or piss or shit. She was going to do something. She had to do something. But she didn't know what it was as a young, eager mouth sucked so hard on her nipples that she thought that she was going to lose them, and at the same time, a mouth that was just as eager was trying to force its tongue through the small hole in an effort to reach her insides. And she wanted that tongue to reach her insides. Right now she wanted everything. She didn't know what she wanted, because she hadn't had the experience such as this before, but right now, anything would be all right.
Ellen felt the same way. She didn't like pain, but she would be willing to take it if it was in a good cause. She would give a pint of blood and not mind the feel of the needle going into her arm, and she figured that the breaking of a cherry would not be any more inconvenient than that, and she was just about right, because all Karen did was heave her body a little into the air as Ellen bypassed and stretched the hymen as she thrust the full length of her tongue into the hole.
So the hymen was broken. So what? It made a difference of course in the relations between her and other girls, like now, but as far as relations with men went, it didn't matter how big her hole was, she was still a cherry.
But that was no concern of the mother and daughter as they continued to make their guest feel at home.
Chapter Five
Karen was almost in the dark as she felt her cherry give way to the hot, wet intruder that entered her body, as Betty was helping to ease the situation from the other end. She was also on the couch, and leaning over Karen's face as she went to work on he pink, virgin nipples with her mouth. All that Karen could see was the even more virgin nipples that were suspended above her.
By now, Betty was a very experienced nipple eater, and her ministrations helped immeasurable as her mother took care of the proceedings below. It didn't completely cut out the sharp twinge of the splitting cherry of course, but it at least gave something to Karen to alleviate it. And as she felt the pleasure and the pain combining as her body was- invaded further than it had ever been before, she reached up and wrapped her arms around the small body above her and drew it down even closer to her.
The eight year old boy didn't have any tits worth mentioning, but the body was chubby, and the remnants of the baby fat that still abounded on the chest area gave the simulated effect of at least a small pair of bumps. But even the bumps wouldn't have been necessary to the girl on the couch. It was the small, but firmly hard nipples that she was looking up at that caught her eye and made her mouth water.
It was too bad that Paul had to miss this, because it would have been one of the greatest scenes that he could possibly see in his lifetime. Karen laying full length ,on the couch and being worked on from other ends, and doing her best to get personally involved in the act. The feelings that were permeating her body dictated that she must do something, and right now the only thing that she Was able to do was to get hold of those little pink nipples and do her best to devour them.
And the action naturally caused a reaction. As she sucked the immature little boobs into her mouth as she reached her arms up and encircled the small body and drew it down until it was within her reach, the fiery lips that were working on her own nipples seemed to spring into even greater life. And the sharp little teeth that bit into the hardness "of her nipples caused her body to gyrate enticingly and make Ellen do an even better job on the area in which she was working.
Ellen's face was buried so deeply in the working area that she did not know what was going on above her, and she figured that the newer grinding motions that were taking place in the crotch were all of her doing. Actually, quite a bit of it was her doing, and as she delved deeper into the virgin territory, she began to notice the effects that it was having on her own body. Her own crotch was beginning to grind against the couch below her.
Ellen found that she was at a loss as to what to do. If she kept this up much longer, she knew that she would wind up with a mouthful of come, which she didn't mind at all, but she also wanted to be worked on herself, and she didn't want to drain all of the passion from the body that she wanted to work on her.
Maybe it would be better if she just let the pot come to a boil and then turned the gas off under it so that the pot would be ready and willing to do anything in order to have the flame under it relit. Anyway, Ellen didn't have much choice. She didn't want to waste her own passion on the seat of the couch.
She had eaten this particular pussy before, and it had showed its appreciation, but so far Karen had not really reciprocated. Ellen had done all the work, and all she wound up with was a hot pussy. This time, she was determined to come out a little better. In face this time she was determined to come in a much better place than in her own hand or on the couch. And when she felt the insistence that was building up in the lovely thighs that encircled her head, she decided that the time was now.
When she lifted her head and saw what was going on between Karen and her daughter, she almost hated to have to interfere, but her own feelings dictated that there was no other choice. Besides, she figured that they would have no trouble finding something else to do as long as they had gone this far. And the other two bodies had become so deply involved, that it seemed that they actually resented the fact that they were disturbed at this particular time. But no other time would have been better, because all of them just wanted to get involved again, and they were at the point where they didn't care what they got involved in. After all the years of practice that Ellen had, she knew just when the time was right, and this time couldn't have, been better.
She removed- herself from between the luscious legs, keeping it in mind that she was going to resume that position again, hopefully in time to reap the benefits of what she had already started, and gleefully noted the disturbed appearance of the two on the couch as she stood next to them. That was all in her favor, as the more disturbed they were, the more fun they would all have when she worked them into the new position that she had in mind. She was perfectly aware that her daughter would do anything, and Betty was going to be a big help in this particular maneuver.
Ellen knew very well that any words or explanation might have broken the spell that she had worked so hard to build up, so she proceeded to work out her ideas in a sort of a pantomime. Betty was still on her hands and knees and leaning over the upper part of Karen's body, but she was no longer sucking the hard knobs. She was looking at her mother, knowing that something else was going to happen and waiting to see what it was going to be. As well as she knew her mother, she knew that it was going to be something better than what they were already doing.
And Karen felt just about the same way. She was the honored guest, and she wasn't about to ask any questions. She was fully aware that her 'hosts' knew exactly how to run a party. As far as she was concerned, the party had gone so well up until now that she was ready for anything. No matter what happened, it would have to be even better. She herself was ready to spill her guts, and she didn't know how or when or where she was going to spill them, and she was looking to Ellen for the answer.
Thus, the two of them relied on the expert, and they offered no objections as Ellen reached out to them and placed them in the positions that would benefit them all. She took each of them by the hand and pulled them to their feet in front of the couch, and then she manipulated Karen so that she was kneeling down and facing the couch. And still without saying anything, she took her daughter and placed her behind the kneeling figure. She knew that she would not have to give any further instructions to Betty. Once Betty found herself facing that big beautiful ass, she would know just what to do. And then Ellen took up her own position on the couch, and as Karen looked into the glistening wet, weeping pussy, she also knew what she was expected to do.
'Nuff said. Everything was set up. The situation was just like at a picnic. The table was laid out and all that was left was for everybody to dig in. And they dug in.
Just as Ellen had figured, when Betty saw that huge ass in front of her she would have to do something about it, and Ellen was perfectly aware that Betty would know just what to do. Betty was no stranger to the asshole, but it was the puffy pussy lips below it that would draw her attention at first. And those pussy lips were so inflamed right now that they would send desperate messages all the way through the body until they reached the tongue that was within inches of the target that was being presented to it.
Karen may have enjoyed the lesbian type attentions that she had received before, but until now she had always been the recipient. She never thought that she would be able to do the things that were being done to her, but that was only because she had never met a mother-daughter combination like this. As the daughter worked on her from the rear, the thing in front of her looked better and better.
Although she had had dealings with pussies before, and naturally she had one of her own, she had never looked one square in the face like this. She had placed her hand on the other girl's private parts, sometimes even to the point where the girl filled her hand, such as with Ellen, but she had never gone this deeply into the subject. And now that she was face to face with the facts that her life had led her to, she found that she didn't mind it at all. The little tongue that was working on her rear end might have been a help in her thinking.
Ellen soon discovered that there was nothing else necessary for her to do. All she had to do was lay back and enjoy it while the other girls took care of her and each other. All the time that she had spent with her daughter was not what she could call a waste of time. Her efforts had not only paid off in personal satisfaction, but they were beginning to pay off right now in other ways. Ellen couldn't see what Betty was doing back there, but whatever it was, she highly approved of it. She was receiving the benefits of her daughter's lessons.
And the eight year old body that was on its knees on the floor could have done what she was doing without any lessons. The only thing that her mother had really done was give her the incentive to go after what she would have wanted to go after anyway. As far as the way :hat she went after it, that was strictly according to her body chemistry. When she wanted it, she wanted it, and even if she didn't know how to do it, she was perfectly capable of developing her own methods. And she wanted it now, and she was doing it her own way, and it was so good that it was transferred all the way through the body that she was working on to her mother's body.
The only thing that Ellen didn't like about it was that she knew that it was going to be too short. The tongue that was now working on her was doing a job that many a more experienced tongue wouldn't be able to do. She had a pretty good idea of course of what was motivating that tongue, but that was really unimportant. The important thing was that Ellen was going to spill her guts before she even had a chance to see what the new girl was going to be like.
And the new girl was going at it so voraciously because she was getting ready to spill her own guts. Betty didn't really have anything to spill yet, but that didn't mean that she didn't have the feeling, and she showed whatever feelings she had as she squeezed her face in between the hot cheeks of Karen's ass and dug her tongue into whichever hole was available. And both of the holes that were available from her point of view were of almost the same consistency. The only way that she could tell them apart, was that the lower one was wetter.
In the beginning, Karen had her legs together, not giving Betty much working room, but when she felt Betty really going to work, she soon altered that situation, and as she squatted down and spread her legs apart, Betty had no trouble in identifying the individual holes. With her face buried between the hot, fat cheeks, she could not see what she was doing, but her tongue was able to differentiate between the quivering openings.
Both holes were hot and puckered, but that was because of the intense fire that was burning inside of the body. Karen was all tensed up. But after sampling the first hole that her tongue found, Betty knew that it was too dry to have been the One that her mother had been working on. When she moved her face down a little further, she could recognize the taste of her mother's efforts. And when she dug her tongue in, it seemed to force the tongue out of the mouth that was working on Ellen's cunt. It appeared that pretty soon, Betty would be the only one that would be in desperate need of satisfaction. But she knew that there was no need to worry, because by me time the two bigger girls were satisfied, they would be expert enough to take care of a little girl even though they had been reduced :n their immediate passion.
And it didn't take the immediate passion very long to be reduced. After all,this was what they had all been working for, so it shouldn't have to come as a surprise to anyone when it finally did happen. But when it did happen, Betty was the one that found herself the victim of the reaction.
At the same time that she tasted the flow of passion from her pussy that she was working on, the owner of that pussy was tasting the fruits of her own labor. And as the two larger bodies heaved almost in unison as their pleasure reached its peak, Karen jerked backwards and rammed her ass into the little face behind her. And at the same time that Betty's tongue tasted Karen's offerings, she also found her nose buried deep in the drier, smaller hole that she had sampled at first. And it was not that she minded it, it was just the amount of passionate violence that accompanied it that she objected to. But she didn't complain, because she knew that now it was her turn.
The two bigger bodies were far from finished, but they needed a period of respite before they would be able to go at it again with anything approaching the vigor that they had gone at it before. Therefore, both Karen and Ellen, being in a condition that demanded more, yet also demanded some sort of a rest period, were in exactly the right position to accommodate the little girl.
It wasn't hard for the two bigger girls to figure out what kind of a position would suit them best, because all they wanted to do was lay down and rest for a little while. But they also knew that the rest period would not have to interfere with their desires and the desires of the little girl, so as Karen stretched out on the couch on her back, and Ellen stretched out on top of her, all that remained was for Betty to get in between them and make herself like the meat in a sandwich.
It was left for Karen to get the choicest part, as she found the young pussy staring her right in the face. Ellen was lying full length on the top, and she was looking down at her daughter's ass. Not that she hadn't looked and worked on it before, but she was a little jealous because she knew that Betty-was facing the pussy that she had just worked on. In other words, Karen and Betty were in a sixty-nine position, while Ellen was on top of the heap and looked down into a very nice little asshole. Ellen would have preferred a pussy, even a hairy one, but she was not about to argue. She was still so hot from the previous episode that she would have been willing to suck on a big toe. As long as it was a female toe. And Betty received the benefit of her mother's body heat, and she transferred it to the body below her.
It was just another round robin deal. The more one did to the other, the more that one would do to the other one. Ellen was the only real loser, but it really wasn't that bad even for her. She could feel the hair of her daughter's head rubbing against the hair between her legs as Betty lapped at the pussy below her. And with her face buried in between the cheeks of the nice smooth ass as Karen worked on that same ass from below, Ellen figured that she wouldn't have to have any direct contact with her own pussy in order to get her going again. And as she dug her tongue into the small asshole and felt the results as the bodies below her vibrated, she figured that she was going to have to wash her daughter's out that night, because it was going to be full of come.
Betty wouldn't get full of come from the position that they were in now. But from the way that the bodies were operating, they would soon be changing into more workable positions. At this time, all they would be able to do was to fill each other up with saliva, but that was not what any of them really wanted..
A tongue in the ass, or a tongue in the cunt was fine, but the bodies insisted that there should be much more to it than that. The original session had only worked all three of them up to the point where they had to go on and on, and right now, Betty was the only one that was being satisfied. But she was not completely satisfied either. It was true that she had a thing in her ass and one in her pussy, and each one of them was doing a more or less fabulous job, but Betty wasn't big enough yet to achieve a full appreciation. The others may have wanted more, but that hot little body that couldn't really let itself go wanted even more.
But there would be no problem about that. The other two bodies were becoming so hot from what they were doing that they would have no trouble in taking care of themselves, and they would have much less trouble in taking care of the smaller body that was in just as great a need as they were. But it was Karen who was having the best time.
She was on the bottom, with two other bodies pressing her down into the seat of the couch, but she found that she didn't mind the amount of weight on her at all. She didn't even notice the weight. All she noticed was the hairless pussy that was grinding into her mouth and seemed to be able to accept all that she could offer it. She knew that Ellen was working on he body from above, but Karen was so far gone that she didn't realize that it was the tongue in the asshole that was forcing the twat down onto her mouth and making her own tongue do a better job.
The little tongue that was operating on her was all right, but it only seemed to aggravate her condition more. The eight year old tongue was knowledgable enough, but the body was just too small to allow that tongue to reach the proper area. Karen's daintily haired mound was receiving a whole lot of attention, but as much as she tried to stretch herself, Betty couldn't quite reach the white meat on the inside of the chicken. And so she was also glad when she found that there was going to be a change taking place.
Her mother was instigating the change, but the big problem was that even Ellen didn't know exactly what it was that she wanted. Her pussy told her that she had to have something, but as she put her arms and hands under her daughter and lifted the little bottom up, she wasn't sure of what she was going to do next. The two less experienced bodies below her were impatiently waiting as they felt themselves being maneuvered. They also wanted more, but they didn't know more of what, and they figured that whatever was going to happen just had to be good. Three mouths were hungry, but three cunts were even hungrier.
It turned out that it was going to be the neophite that was going to get" the best of the deal, as when Ellen finally made up her mind what was going to happen, Karen found herself in the middle. And although she was still facing the little pussy, she also was not having her own pussy worked on.
The little girl was beneath, and she didn't seem to mind the weight of the two bigger girls on top of her. She had other things to think about. Or actually, she wasn't thinking about anything except what was confronting her.
Betty might not have been quite sure of what was going on on top of her, but she did know that after they had settled down, things were a bit better. It was a rather difficult position, but it could eventually be worked into. Betty and Karen were sixty-nining, with Betty laying on her back while Karen was belly to belly with her in the opposite direction. Ellen was on top of the pile, and she was more or less looking down at Karen's ass. She could only see the top of her daughter's head as the rest of the face was completely buried in the vast amount of flesh. But as she looked down, she could see that the little face was just able to take care of the bigger slit, and there was only a small hole available to her. And when Ellen went to work, mother and daughter were just about face to face.
But this time, it was the mother that got the dry hole while the daughter was enjoying the fruits of past labors. As far as Karen went, she couldn't have been in a better situation. She still had the full value of the little bald pussy, which she actually liked much better than the hairy muff that she had worked on previously, and at the same time she had not one but two eager tongues working on her. And things were about to get even better. She could feel it coming as she felt the two operatives start to bump heads as they went for the same meat. Ellen wanted cunt, and she was going to fight with Betty for it.
And Karen had no trouble instigating the head-bum ping as she dug into the little bald pussy with all her might as her own body throbbed and shook between the two hot bodies working on her. She didn't have far to go, and neither did the little girl, although she didn't have much to give, but Ellen was getting nothing but hotter and hotter. Ellen's cunt was about to burst, and she didn't have anything to burst it in. All she had was the two overheated bodies below her that threatened to throw her off at any minute with their antics.
It was only at the last minute that Ellen managed to get hold of Karen's pussy. Betty threw her head back onto the bed as she felt something seem to explode inside of her as the hot, wet tongue delved as deep into her as she had ever felt it before, and although she might have shot a blank, to her it was as good or better than any other blank she had shot. At least her insides seemed to have received a good measure of satisfaction.
And at just about the same time, Karen's squirming body gave a great heave as it showed its own satisfaction at the way it was being treated, and Ellen was just in time to receive the full benefits. And that was all Ellen needed to trigger her own orgasm. She was looking down at her daughter's face as her mouth filled at the same time that her guts emptied, and her offerings ran down the crack of the little fat butt and into the face and hair of the girl underneath.
That was the first time between the three of them, and Karen found that the presence of the little girl not only made it better than when she had only been with Ellen, but that she had loosened up so completely and lost all of the inhibitions that she might have had so thoroughly that she just didn't give a damn anymore. She didn't care if there was a detective at each window and reported everything they saw to her parents. This sample was so good, that she was determined to stay and find out what the real thing was like.
And she did. Not only was she an almost permanent house guest for the next couple of years, but Ellen and Betty treated her so well that she became an invaluable addition to the household. It wasn't easy to keep the goings on from Paul, but somehow they managed to do it, and Paul got to like this continuous guest.
Karen didn't actually live with them of course, but it almost seemed that she did. She would stay the night with the kids very often so that the mother could go out to work more often, and she even contributed to the household bills. Karen only figured that she was paying them back for the good times that she received when the mother came home from work, and the good times that she had with the daughter while the mother was out and the son was in bed. And although she did like Paul, somehow he didn't intrigue her the way Betty did, and Karen now had no doubt as to where her preferences lay.
The trouble was though, that Ellen's preferences lay in both directions. They may have been a bit stronger in the female direction, but he knew that she wouldn't be able to deep this up for too much longer. She couldn't depend on having a girl more or keeping her, and she wasn't averse to the stares and ogles and advances of the males that patronized the place where she worked. The only thing was that she was highly selective, and although she did occasionally go out with one of the customers, it was very seldom that she went out with him a second time. All of them seemed to have the same thing on their mind, and she expected that. She thought that she would never find one that wasn't exactly looking for that thing. Of course that was what all men were looking for, but she figured that she would be able to tell when one of them was serious. , And eventually, she did. At first she thought that the guy was some kind of a con man, because all he did was take her out after work and not try to do anything with her. Or at least he wasn't aggressive about what he had in mind. If he saw that she was not interested, he would drop it. But then she- really began to wonder. If he was some kind of a con man, what could she possibly have that he could con her out of? So she eventually got interested in him.
How was she to know that he was a queer? But he was a queer in a good job and with many good connections, and all he really wanted her for was to disguise his obsession. He wanted a wife to bring his bosses and contacts home to meet, just like he was any normal, upcoming executive. "All he wanted her for was camouflage, but she wouldn't learn that for awhile.
Naturally, when Karen saw that the relationship was developing so seriously, that marriage was imminent, she figured that it was time for her to move out. Not that she had it in mind to discontinue the relationship completely, but she knew that she would still be able to visit occasionally and get all the kicks that she wanted. Because whether Ellen got married or not, she knew that-both Ellen and Betty would still be the same way. From now on, it would just be a matter of timing. As long as the husband was away at work, she could have nice visits with them. And it wound up that Ellen did finally get married to Fred. And things still worked out pretty well between her and Karen for awhile. Although she didn't see Karen as frequently, she did wind up with something else to occupy her time and assuage her hunger. : The main problem at first was that her duaghter was not able to assuage her own hunger as much as she had been used to.
All in all though, the system did work out satisfactorily for quite some time. Not ideally, in the minds of the girl involved, but well enough. Her husband knew well enough what kind of work Ellen was doing, since he had met her while she was on the job, but that made no difference to him. It made a difference to Ellen though, as she didn't particularly like to do that kind of work anyway, and she now had someone with good money coming in so that she didn't have to really work to gain her support. Once she was married, she would work only a day or so now and then in order to get some extra money for herself. Fred didn't care.
It took her a long while to figure out just why he didn't care.
And when she did find out it took her awhile to figure out whether she cared or not. In the end though, she did care.
It was not particularly the fact that she discovered that he was a queer that bothered her, because after all, she was a lesbian herself. How could she condemn him when she was doing the same thing? The only thing that finally brought things to a head was when she found that he was getting a bit too familiar with her son. So far, she had been able to protect Paul from this kind of stuff. He had been completely ignorant of what was going on. Or at least she thought so. She didn't know anything about the episode that he had witnessed, and he had made no mention of it or attempted to follow it up. It was a long time ago, and he was only a little kid, and it more or less escaped his mind as if it had been a dream.
But in Ellen's mind, she figured that she had done enough damage in polluting her daughter, and she wanted her son to be able to go his own way. Two lesbians in the family were enough. She didn't want to have a homosexual son also. Although she would be a bit jealous when he was old enough to discover girls and what to do with them, she also thought that that would be better than to find out that her son was sucking dicks. Of course he was bound to find out about his mother and sister sooner or later, but she wanted it to be later, after he had been able to develop his own personality.
And that was what decided her on her future course. She knew that she could get enough alimony out of her husband if she divorced him to keep her and the kids going for a long time, and she could also supplement it by going back to her own job occasionally. And when it came right down to it, she wouldn't really miss him.
She did like having him around, but it was more of a sense of companionship than love. She could never love a man, although she could muster up enough affection to live with one.. If it wasn't for Paul, she would have probably stuck it out for at least a while longer. But she figured that it was time for this whole thing to come to an end, and she didn't think that she would have much trouble with.
Fred about that. He didn't know about her, but she knew enough about him by now to actually blackmail him into supporting her.
She was perfectly aware that his career would be ruined if any word of his sexual preferences got out, and she was perfectly willing to keep it a secret as long as she received a reasonable settlement after the divorce. And Ellen was not a vindictive person. She did not want to break him. She would be perfectly willing to let him pursue his own life as long as he was willing to let her pursue hers. And he was grateful for generosity, and agreed to what she wanted just so that she could live without worries about her children, and he could go on to whatever his goal in the business world was.
There was nothing odd about a man getting divorced and having to pay alimony, and at least his business associates would know that he had been married and they wouldn't shy away from him. In fact, a lot of them who had been married and divorced would actually be able to sympathize with him. And so it proceeded. They both were free, and they both had substantial incomes, and both of them had attained some kind of an air of respectability.
And once her husband was gone for good, it seemed that a whole new life was facing Ellen, and she was wondering just how she would go about living it.
The very thought of the possibilities excited her. Here she was finally, single again with responsibilities but free to pursue her own end ... whatever they were.
Chapter Six
Although she now was able to take care of her family without any monetary problems, she found that that was all it was. She didn't have to worry about paying the bills or providing food and clothes and so forth, but it was just the necessities that she was able to take care of. Growing kids, not to mention a world-wise mother, were always looking for new things. So in order to provide the luxuries, Ellen thought that it was time to go back to work before she lost the attractiveness that her work required.
Paul was going on eleven now, and Betty was going on thirteen, and although Ellen was not really old, she knew that she didn't have much time left, the customers liked firm breasts and hips to look at, and her own breasts and hips were getting a bit bouncy. They would enjoy that for a time, but eventually the enticing bounce would become a definite sag, and she would be replaced.
So this was the time for Karen to rejoin the household. Make hay while the sun shines became Ellen's watchword, and she didn't care about what would happen while she was at work and Karen was left with the kids. She knew that Karen was not interested in Paul, and would not do anything in his presence. So Ellen was not worried in the least as she went but to get what she could while she left the kids in Karen's care. But she was not realizing that Paul was growing up and was beginning to get ideas of his own. Ideas that would eventually lead her to have to use that belt on him.
Ellen was right in her ideas that Paul never really knew what was going on, but she paid so much attention to her daughter's sex life that she had completely neglected her son's growing needs. If she had been the mother that she should have been, she would have let the two kids of opposite sex grow up normally together, and what they didn't discover between themselves, she should have been able to provide the lacking information. She should have been able to tell them about the difference between boys and girls, and when and where and how they should take advantage of those differences. But she had neglected this for so long that it was just about too late when she realized it.
Paul had everything that he should have had while he was growing up, and he really didn't miss what he didn't have, although he just naturally came to realize that there was something missing. He didn't know what it was, but there seemed to be some kind of a different relationship between him and his mother, and the other girls, like Karen, who were frequenting the house, and even with the man that became his father for a short time. There was something odd, but he didn't know what it was until his own body began to tell him.
He was just almost twelve years old now, and he had been playing with himself for a long time. The longer he played, the bigger the feeling built up inside of him, and when it finally reached the ultimate, where he actually let go and in his hand, he was slightly scared. He didn't know what it was, although he had heard about it from his peers in school, and the first time that it happened, he didn't know what to do about it. He may have been very close to his mother, and he loved her very much, but he still wasn't that close!
It didn't make that much difference anyway, because he just kept on doing it and enjoyed it more each time. And each time he did it, he did it with a renewed vigor as he began to realize what it was that was making him do it. At first it was just for the good feeling that he had in his body, but later he began to connect it with the sights and things that he had seen. And those jack-off images soon became focused on the female body.
His mind dimly recalled the things that he had seen when he was just a baby, but now, although it did have some influence on him, he didn't connect it with the sight ot two female bodies making love. He was just becoming interested in the female bodies. And there were two female bodies in the house, but only one really took his notice at the time. He had noticed how the girls that he went to school with were growing, but that didn't excite him as much as the fact that he could now fully enjoy himself and also notice that his sister was blooming from a little bud into a full-fledged flower.
Once he noticed that, he kept a sharper eye on the way she dressed and the tightness of her clothes and the shortness of her skirts, nd the more he looked, the more he could get that stuff out from within him. It was just bound to happen that eventually the brother and sister would get together.
Neither of them would really know what they were doing, as Paul was completely inexperienced when it came to girls, and although Betty had had very much experience in the way of sex,- she had had none with the opposite sex. She might have known what it was about, but there had been no actual contact. All Betty knew was how to take care of girls. But she had been well programmed by her mother and Karen so that she was not going to have contact with any other girls except them. Therefore, when her brother began to get a bit rambunctious, she didn't know quite what to do. The only thing that she knew, was that she was curious, and she did little if anything to stop his advances. Then again, Paul didn't really know what he was doing, so they were on a more or less equal footing. They were both just experimenting, and eventually, that was what led to their downfall.
. Although their mother was a very free person when it came to sex, neither of the kids knew about her thoughts, and they didn't know how jealous she could be when it came to her own kids. Ellen could tolerate, or even approve of anything that happened between other people, and even sometimes when it involved herself, but when it came to her own kids, she had to have the final say.
The big problem was that she didn't know what to say when it came to the final say. She knew that her almost fourteen year old daughter was well indoctrinated into the arts of lesbianism, and she had done her best to save her son from becoming the same way, but she also wanted to make sure that they had their choice.
She was willing to teach her daughter that there was another sex, but she didn't know quite how to go about it. But when she found out that their daughter was quickly learning about the other sex, and that it was her son that was teaching her, she almost went out of her mind. It wasn't because she had avoided her duties as a mother particularly, it was because it wasn't until she found out what was going on that she was ready to punish herself for neglecting her duties. But. the punishment that she thought that she deserved was carried out on the kids. When she swung that belt across Paul's ass, she might as well have been swinging it against her own ass. It hurt her more than it did him.
After all, how could you blame a pubescent boy? She knew how she felt herself when she began to grow up enough to feel the urge. And even though she didn't know what that urge was, she had somebody to take care of it. Paul had nobody. And if she herself could recall how strong that urge was when she was old enough to have it, why should she take it out on him for having the same thing only in a male form. If girls could be interested in boys, why shouldn't boys be interested in girls. But his own sister? That was a different story. Or was it? Her own mother had been interested in her to a certain extent, why should she be surprised at this?
And actually, what she caught them doing wasn't all that bad. Betty knew what to do with girls all right, but she didn't know what to do with boys, and Paul only had ideas. He didn't know what to do with girls. Both of them were only working on instinct. They were sort of feeling each other out, and that was what their mother caught them at. Feeling each other out. And in.
Ellen was still going about her job once in awhile, and sometimes she had to leave *the kids alone. Karen had formed her own circle of friends by this time, and although she was very willing, she was not available as often as she had been before. If Karen had made a date with a beautiful, blonde, sensual and willing girl, she would not turn it down in order to baby sit with a fourteen year old girl and her twelye year old brother. She hated to turn down the prospect of being, with Betty again, but then again Karen was also learning that there were other things in life. Some were good, and then again, some were better. And thus it was that she occasionally turned down the baby sitting job at Ellen's house.
But Ellen was not too much worried. She would have preferred to have someone there with the kids while she was out, but if she could not get someone, she hoped that they were big enough by now to take care of themselves. It was only when she came home a bit early and found out how they were taking care of themselves that the shit hit the fan.
When the mother had gone out, and both kids had been left alone in the house, especially for a number of times, it was only natural that the natural instincts would come to the surface. Betty knew about boys, and Paul knew about girls, but neither of them knew enough. It had to eventually come to the point where they would sit there and look at each other, and a pussy would weep, and a dick would start to rise. When the two situations came together, there was only one thing that could possibly happen. The situations would call for them to get together.
The two of them were sitting side by side on the couch that had been, the scene of so many get-togethers, and they were obstensibly watching television.
But there was so much animal magnetism between them, each one somehow knowing somehow that the other was attuned to their own thoughts, that when they finally raised their eyes and looked at each other, they both immediately forgot that the TV was on. That would prove to be their undoing, because the noise of the set would cover the noise of their mother's entrance, but a lot would happen before that. They would both discover the main differences between boys and girls, even though they would not know what to do about it.
Even though Paul was the younger, and his sister had much more experience in these matters, it would be the younger brother that took the initiative. It was not because either one of them was hotter than the other, as they both had relatively the same idea in mind, but it was that Betty didn't know what to do with a boy, whereas Paul had at least a few ideas in mind. Especially when he looked at those long, chubby legs. He knew that they came together at one point and that was what he-wanted to investigate.
For seemingly long years, Paul had satisfied himself with pictures and images of girls, but he had not been able to get up the courage to approach any of the girls that even seemed like likely subjects. His mother had held him down so much that he lived only in his dreams. But one of those dreams was of his sister who was getting to be like everything that he had ever dreamed of. And it. was like now or never, and the way he felt as he looked at that nice body, it just had to be now. But the 'now' came only a few days before his mother walked in the door and caught them.
A fourteen year old girl with a mind that had been filled was no match for a boy that was just discovering sex. She didn't want to be a match. When she saw the interest that she aroused, she wanted to be the striker that set that match into flame. There was no problem at all about that. In fact, when it finally did happen, and for a little while after that, they wouldn't have known if it was their mother that came in the door or a tank battalion backing up a charge by the paratroops.
There was no doubt that both of them had formed an appreciation of the flesh. The only difference was that Betty had felt many different kinds of flesh during the orgies that she had participated in with her mother, and quite a few that she had gone into without her mother's knowledge. Whereas Paul, although he had had many ideas, he had felt no other flesh beside his own.
Of course he had felt his mother's and his in his bed at night. Neither his sister nor his mother noticed what was happening in his pants as he cuddled and squeezed them in what was supposed to be a normal sort of family love. Brothers and sisters, and fathers and mothers are supposed to show each other affection. But as the affection was taking place,it was hard to determine what was taking place in each individual body. And the things that had to take place took place in Paul and Betty's body. And Betty didn't mind a bit as Paul put his hand on her leg and slowly worked it up under her skirt. In fact she was wondering what was taking him so long to get to the point.
It was not necessary for the feel of the soft, warm, female flesh to arouse him, because Paul was already on his way even from the thought of it. By the time that his hand came in contact with the sparse hair of her pussy area, Paul could have shot what little load he had in his pants right then.
It was not too much different with Betty. By now, she was fully capable of shooting a complete load. Not knowing too much about boys, she didn't really know what her brother was able to do at his age, but she liked the way that he was going about showing what he did know. It wasn't very much, but she did like the feel of his hands on her legs,and most of all she liked it when he got up near where the girls got up to. What was the difference between a girl's hand and a boy's hand? She would soon find out.
The main difference would be that a girl's hand would at least have a pretty good idea of what it was getting into, since she would have one of the same things, and would know what it was like. A young, unknowing boy would encounter something that he might have heard about and even dreamed about, but would still be entirely alien to him when he finally got to it. Such was the case with Paul as his trembling fmges reached the edge of the panties and slipped beneath them.
By the time he had reached the age of twelve, he had seen pictures, and he had read stories and he had heard just about all he thought he could hear about girl's pussies, but when it came right down to the line, like now* he found that he didn't know all that much. He had expected to find a hole there that his finger would slip, into, but he didn't expect to have to look for it. He didn't realize yet that the looking and seeking would be half the fun. Both for him and for the girl. But he was learning, and he couldn't have had a better instructor.
Betty had been so used to fingers delving into her private parts that she knew just what to do to accommodate them, and when she felt the fumbling hand working its way into her pants, she lifted her ass from the couch and slid the pants down to her knees. She knew they should go down further so that she could make a better accommodation, but she was a bit leery of the situation at this time, and she figured that this would do. At least he could get at her a little better, and if anything happened, like someone walking in on them, she would be able to pull the pants up quickly. She didn't know that she would be so deeply involved that she would not even know when it was time to pull them up.
And Paul didn't know how deeply involved that he would get either, or how pleasant it would be. He expected, just a little hole that his finger would go into, and when he felt the soft warm meat that he had to feel around in before he got to the hole, with the aid of his sister of course, he felt that the thing in his pants was going to burst right through them.' It was hairy enough for him when hefelt the hair that surrounded the cunt and tickled his finger tips, but when he felt the warm mound of flesh that the hair was covering, he began to feel an ache inside of him that he hadn't noticed before. And when his sister's hand took hold of hs own fumbling hand and guided it into the inner sanctum, he thought that he was experiencing the dream of every boy that had come true. That soft, wet meat with all its furrows and meaty ridges that gave way smoothly and wonderfully under his finger tips as his sister worked his finger into the area of the ultimate pleasure almost made him explode in his pants. And somehow, his sister knew that.
Betty was almost as ignorant about boys as Paul was about girls. And she was just about as eager as he was to find out about all this stuff, so while she guided his hand to the place where she wanted it, her own hand found its way, unaided, to the place where she figured Paul would want it. And once the finger was in, and he felt her hand fumbling with his pants, Paul lost all track of what was going on.
The meat that cuddled and caressed and warmly and softly massaged his finger as it worked its way into the girl hole, with the aid of the girl, was really nothing compared to the feel of another hand working on his dick as Betty finally managed to unzip his trousers and work the meat out of them.
Betty might have known a lot about girls, but like Paul, she was pretty ignorant about the opposite sex. Again, like Paul, her knowledge was gained from dirty pictures, dirty books and so forth, and at fourteen years old, she didn't have the experience that her mother had when she was a kid sitting on hard laps and having an uncle that would be willing to teach her whythe laps were hard. She didn't know that her mother was trying to protect her from that, and she didn't know the real reasons why but she was finding out about it for herself now, and as the meat emerged in her hand from the pants, she was wondering why she had not discovered this a long time ago.
The doctors had a name for it a long time before Betty was born. They called it penis envy. It was a syndrome, a natural yet not natural thing that happened to girls when they found out that boys had something that they didn't have. Usually it fades away if boys and girls are brought up together and learn that boys are boys and girls are girls. But when things like that are hidden from them, it becomes harder for them to understand when they do find out about it. Right now, Betty and Paul were in between stages. They knew, and yet they didn't know. They were finding out first hand, and this was the first time their hands were finding out.
And while Paul was learning about the wonderful softness and warmth of the inside of the female body and Betty was learning about the hard, hot, smoothness of the male flesh, they didn't know that their mother was approaching the door. By now, they wouldn't have noticed if she had driven up in a tank.
Ellen took no pains to open the door quietly or anything, as she wasn't expecting to encounter anything out of the ordinary. She just w.alked into the house and saw the two heads sticking up just a little bit over the top of the couch. That would have not been so unusual, except that she could see that the television was not on, and the heads were doing things that they would not have even been doing when the set was on.
The tops of the heads were bobbing up and down, and as she stood there in the door with her back to the door, she could hear little giggles. And Ellen was so used to giggles that she could tell just what caused them. There were giggles from jokes, there were giggles from games when somebody made a wrong move, and there were giggles from sex when somebody made the right move. And it was obvious to her, even though she couldn't see what was going on as yet, that either one or both of them were making the right moves.
Both of the kids were ignorant of their observer, even though their mother moved silently around to the side of the couch so that she could see what was going on. And by this time, it would have been too late anyway, because even if they did see her, Paul could not have held back the load that he shot into Betty's hand and also halfway across the floor.
Ellen saw it, and even though she didn't like to admit it, she admired it. She had never seen her son blow his guts before, and she couldn't figure out whether she wanted to or not. But whether she wanted to or not, she saw it, and she also saw what caused it. The hand that was so obviously enjoying itself in the little count that she knew so well, was also obviously being aided and abetted by the hand that was furiously working the flesh of the dick back and forth even after the explosion had taken place. It was clear to Ellen that the two kids weren't familiar with what they were doing, but they were doing it, and that was what infuriated her.
As she stood there for the few minutes that it took her to see what was going on, she really couldn't be sure just what it was that made her so mad. It wasn't just because it was a brother and sister that was doing it and it wasn't because she blamed either of them. But somehow, she blamed Paul. Unconsciously she may have figured that he was encroaching on her territory, but whatever it was, she just flew into a blind rage, and not being able to figure out what else to do, she whipped the belt off of her coat and attacked her son with it.
The belt was only a light, narrow strap that tied in front, and therefore it did not do too much damage. Not too much physical damage that is, but it did a bit of damage to Paul's pride as he ran up to his room screaming. The screaming was more from surprise and indignation than hurt, but it did the trick. It may not stop him from pursuing his project, but it would make him more aware of his surroundings when he stuck his finger up a cunt again. He would never again be caught by surprise.
As he got into bed and drowned himself under the covers, he didn't know that it was a little different story with his sister. He was so hurt, not physically, but mentally, and so confused, that he even forgot that his sister was still down there facing the wrath Of their mother. Actually, he didn't even know What was so wrong that he had to get belted. The sights that he had seen between his mother and his sister came back to his mind, and he wondered why it was all right for them to do the same things that he did, and it wasn't all right for him. It would take a while to learn that it really was all right, and why he had been deprived of it at the time. But then again, he would learn that a boy is not supposed to do it with his own sister.
But meanwhile, while he was in bed trying to figure the whole thing out, his sister was downstairs having a hard time of her own. Their mother was also so confused that she didn't know whether to strap her daughter the way she had done with her son or not. But after she had strapped her son and saw him running upstairs, her anger seemed to cool a bit, and she was actually sorry that she had done it. She was still very mad at what she had seen, but she was not really a violent person. She could lose her temper, yes, but once she had vented her anger, she became sorry for it.
And right now, she was both mad and sorry. And she also felt a little bit of guilt herself. After all, if she hadn't introduced her daughter into sex, would this have happened? As she stood there and looked at her daughter with her pants down and a worried look on her face, Ellen realized that it was something that had to happen sooner or later. And she was even more sorry that she had hit Paul, and she figured that she had to make it up to them somehow. She wasn't going to go up to apologize to Paul now, so she thought that she should at least make some kind of amends by making it up to her daughter. And Betty almost jumped out of her skin as her mother sat down beside her. The belt was still in her mother's hand, and she thought that she was going to get it. She didn't know that she was going to get something else.
Betty just sat there and watched as her mother laid the belt down on the table next to the couch and took off her coat. She figured that she was really going to get it. She figured that her mother was going to get comfortable first, and then really give it to her. It wasn't until she saw that her mother was not only taking off her coat, but her dress and everything else as well that Betty was able to breath at least a small sigh of relief. It seemed to be the signal for her to remove her own pants entirely also.
Her mother still looked mad, but in what way was she mad? Betty knew that she was going to be attacked, but she wasn't too worried about the method of attack. Her mother stood before her, entirely naked, and it only took the fourteen year old girl a minute to decide what to do. When she stood up, she was almost as tall as her mother. Not as well developed maybe, but she was getting there, and both of them knew it. And both of them forgot all about what had happened before as Betty slipped her dress off and removed all of the rest of her encumbrances.
There she stood, in all her glory, the spitting image of her mother, and just as laden with sexual drives. The whole scene was turning her on, and she could feel a sudden gush of her pussy juices, as she stood there, facing ... what?
She wasn't sure, but it sure as hell was going to be an experience!
Chapter Seven
Mother and daughter may be really getting into it now, but as they got into it, they didn't know what they were letting themselves in for. The whole thing was out in the open now, even though none of them realized it at the time, and things would begin to get even more interesting.
Right now, Betty was almost completely a lesbian. She had just begun to learn that there was another side to the story when her mother had broke in on it. No matter what happened from now on, Betty would have an interest in the opposite sex. She did like that thing that she held in her hand and she did want to do it again and see how it spit again. Her mother was the same way, although she didn't know it at the time, and although it looked to Betty as if her mother wanted only her, and she herself should want only females, she had an idea that it would work out differently. She would love her mother, and she would love other females, but she was still interested in that dick even as her beautiful mother's body approached her.
A cunt was a cunt, and she knew all about cunts, but she figured that she had a lot to learn even as her favorite meat approached her with the hard clit sticking out. She wanted it, but she also wanted to learn about the thing that she had had in her hand, and as far as she was concerned right now, there was only one place to learn it from. And as she sucked the hard waiting clit into her mouth, Betty was unaware that her mother had much the same idea in her mind.
Ellen loved cunt, but she did also like cock, and the cock that she saw in Betty's hand really impressed her. It was not as big as the cocks that she had known during her marriages and other escapades, but she knew-that it was pretty formidable for a boy of twelve. Her anger about catching them together had faded, and she was thinking of other things. If the daughter, why not the son also. But it would take some thinking about.
However, first things first, and as Ellen felt her clit being sucked into Betty's eager mouth, she thought that the problem of getting her son into the act, if she did decide that it should be that way, could wait until tomorrow. Right now, it was time to turn Betty around so that she would be lying on the couch, and she could get on top of her. After all that fingering that her son had been doing, she imagined that her daughter's clit would be just as erect as her own. She didn't figure that the scare that she had given them would serve to contain any feelings that they might have had, but she was in no condition to care. Even if Betty's clit was small, there would be no trouble for the knowledgable mouth to bring it up to standard.
It was with a bit of reluctancy that Ellen withdrew herself from her daughter's attentions, but she needed quite a bit more than those simple attentions. She might have loved to have her clit sucked, but it always came to the point where that was not enough. Her mouth also began to water for the taste of girls. And with the girl being right there, and very eager, there was no reason that her mouth should water. And the original encounter was forgotten at least for the time being as she laid Betty out on the seat of the couch. Paul, who had been hurt only as far as his feelings went, soon found his mind becoming a bit clearer. He didn't know what was going on downstairs, and as far as that went, he wouldn't even have suspected that anything like that would be going on. But after the way his mother had ranted at him when she found him and his sister together, he couldn't get up the courage to even sneak to the top of the stairs to see how things were going. We just imagined that his sister was also getting a licking. And in a way, he was right. His sister was getting one of the best licking jobs that she had ever had.
That wasn't his immediate concern though. His mind had somehow managed to block out what had just happeneed, and was focusing on the things that caused it to happen, and without realizing it, his hand worked its- way into his pajama pants and found that his tool was almost as big as when his sister was playing with it.
He forgot all about his motherland the belt and the scene, and just remembered the feel of his finger as it buried itself inside that wonderful hole. He could even feel it as he wrapped his hand around the almost hard cock and started to manipulate it into full hardness.
He had done this many times before, but he had not had an actual experience that he could run through his mind as he did it. All previous thoughts had been more or less vicarious. He had thought of pictures that he had seen, things that he had read, or maybe the sight of the nice looking legs that stuck out under the short skirts of the girls that he went to school with or saw on he beach. This was real, and this really got to him, and belt or no belt, he decided as he worked the meat up and down that he was going to have more of it. And although he still got the maximum amount of pleasure out of his personal hand job, his mind really wasn't on it. His mind was onthe future, and on that nice cunt.
No matter what happened from now on, Paul was determined that he was going to get back into that hole, and in more ways than he had gone into it before. He would have been satisfied to know that his sister also had the same kind of an idea, even though she was undergoing much more pleasure than he was as he used his hand upstairs.
Ellen was on top of Betty in such a position that she was presenting her daughter with the same hard, wet clit that she had just been working on, and one look at what she was face to face with herself told Ellen that everything was all right. The smaller clit was so interested in the happenings that it was poking out right through the surrounding flesh and even out of the open lips. The fine, sparse hair that surrounded the opening tickled Ellen's lips and cheeks titillatingly as she dove right in.
And as she pressed her face into the young crotch, the vigor with which she went at it caused the crotch to heave into the air and a seal was formed between the two pairs of lips that would not be broken until the climax came. The best part of it though, was that the same thing was happening on Ellen's other end as Betty mashed her face into the large opening and sucked the throbbing clit once more into her mouth.
It was not only what she was doing that affected Ellen, but also the events that led up to it, and as her tongue caressed the bit of meat that was sealed between her lips, she knew that this particular session was not going to last long. But as her inflamed insides churned and tried desperately to hold back the inevitable, she also knew that his was only the opening act in what was going to prove to be a pretty long performance. She found herself wanting to get rid of the intensity inside of her so that she could settle down to a nice calm evening. And her daughter was helping her to attain her goal in no mean fashion.
Betty was lost in the darkness of the mass of flesh that her face was buried in, but that darkness only made it that much better. The fact that she was unable to see, just improved the rest of her senses. She could smell the bitter sweetness of the female parts much better, and she could taste that bitter sweetness so sharply that she felt that she was in a different world that consisted only of pleasure. And as she pressed her face deeper into the smooth hot flesh, she raised her hands and caressed first the large thighs, and then rubbed and kneaded the firm flesh of the big ass cheeks above her. She could tell by the way that all that flesh was beginning to quiver that she was about to receive her mother's full appreciation of her attention, and the thought only made her increase her attention.
As her mother opened her mouth wider in order to envelope all of the shivering, quivering flesh that she could handle, and also to make sure that she was in direct contact with the hole that she was sure was about to release the contents of her shuddering daughter's body, Betty also released the overworked clit and formed her lips into a sort of suction cup around the pulsating vagina. They were both ready, and they both wanted it. And they both got it.
Paul got it at about the same time, and althought it was all right, he had no way of knowing that it was not nearly as good as what the ones downstairs got. But it satisfied him for the time being at least, and as the exercise and the relief caused him to be sleepy enough to fade off into a world of fantastically sexy dreams, those two downstairs were only just preparing to go into the second act. The wonderful outcome of the first act demanded that there must be a second, and as they wiped their smiling mouths as they looked at each other, they were wondering just how to go about the next performance. Neither of them needed a rest. All they needed was an idea.
And as her mother bent over to pick up the panties that were lying on the floor so that she could use them to wipe off both of their pussies, it was Betty who got the idea. And Ellen may have been taken by surprise, but it was a very pleasant surprise as she found herself being attacked by a very voracious young girl.
She was still bent over, and had just gotten hold of the panties. But as soon as the action started, she knew that there would be no need for them. Her daughter wanted her just the way she was, and wasn't going to wait for her to clean the working area. That was all right with her, because she figured that it was soon going to be in the same condition anyway, so why waste time. The only problem was the position that she was in. Bending over from a standing position in the middle of the floor like that left her precariously balanced anyway, and when she was attacked from the rear, she had all she could do to keep from falling right over.
But Betty was a bit sharper than she had been given credit for. She had also seen that possibility, and as she fell to her knees on the floor behind her mother, she wrapped her arms around her thighs as she pressed her face into the exciting flesh of the big ass cheeks. And to Ellen's great delight, she found that it was not the wet cunt that her daughter was seeking.
Betty was her mother's daughter all the way, and at fourteen, she had developed enough to be able to prove it. Her insides were perfectly capable of mustering up more than one load at a time, and as she sat on the couch and looked at that beautiful mass of flesh before her, the second load was already beginning to boil within her. Especially as her mother bent over and the two fat cheeks spread apart and exposed the little puckered hole that nestled between them. Betty only licked her lips once before she struck.
The fat, juicy lips of the cunt could plainly be seen between the plump thighs, but as inviting as they were, Betty found that she wanted to do a little experimenting. Not that she hadn't experimented in this area before, but it had not affected her as it was doing now. Her previous escapades had not proved too rewarding, as she didn't really care for the taste of the asshole, but then again, that had been at a time when her insides were not geared up to the point that they were now. The little heat that she had had in her body, and which she thought at the time was something really great, was nothing like the furnace that could be ignited inside of her now that she had developed a bit more.
Once again she was lost in a world of fleshy darkness, but this time it was entirely her own doing. She didn't have the body pressing down from above her, it was her on her knees with her hands and arms wrapped around the body and pulling to her voluntarily invading face. And when the cheeks of the big ass closed around the hot, flushed cheeks of her own face, Betty stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.
And that was just about too much for Ellen. Not that she couldn't take it, but the eroticism of the whole thing was too much for her and she could no longer balance herself, even with the small arms trying to hold her in check. She fell forward to her knees, bringing the smaller body down with her, and it worked out that it was even better that way. There were no more trembling muscles as they fought to keep themselves in balance, and now they could relax and get on with the job. Of course it was Betty's job at this point, but Ellen could better show her appreciation from this new position.
Paul would have appreciated this too, but at the time that all this was going on almost right beneath him he was in another world, a fabulous dream world in which the things that were happening might have even been better than the things that were happening, or could happen in real life. Even in his sleep, his dick began to rise again and his finger began to twitch as he thought of all the things that he had seen and read and even conjured up in his imagination over the years. Everything just seemed to come flooding back in a wild orgy of pleasure in a dreamland that could not happen when he was awake.
The dozens of pictures of naked girls that he had managed to salvage from the books and magazines that he had come across, and that were now residing under the linoleum at the bottom of his closet were as real now as if they had been right in the room with him in living flesh. And many of those pictures were - not just girls posing in the nude, they were pictures of just about everything that a girl could show or do. They, also showed everything that the man doing it to the girls had, but he was not interested in that. He might have been amazed at the size of the male equipment, but he was more concerned with the things that he didn't have, and the females did have.
The pictures in his mind had been clear enough before, but now that he had actually had contact with, and had felt the secret insides of a female body caused those same pictures to not only appear in more vivid color, but actually to spring into a three dimensional effect. With him right square in the middle.
He was not only looking at the girl in the picture that was completely nude and showing everything except the ultimate hole, he was standing there watching her as she spread her legs apart and offered that warm, moist hole to him. And he was thorougly prepared for it. And although it may have confused him in his waking dreams as he perused the pictures, in his dreams he knew exactly what to do. There she was, and there he was, and all that was left was to get together. And his dick got even harder in his sleep as he transferred the feeling of his finger into the feeling of his cock as he entered her.
But that was not all. All of the other girls in all of the other pictures suddenly jumped out of their paper prison, and in all their naked glory, they attempted to join into the action too. Of course there were so many of them that they could not gain entrance into the action all at once, but the best part of it was that they all tried. There was an unlimited number of female bodies that were all trying to get at the one lone male body at the same time. It couldn't happen, but it was a delightful experience, and as his cock felt the same soft meat as his finger had, his body was completely invigorated with the feel of all the other flesh that surrounded it.
Each cheek of his ass could feel the caress of the girls that were lying on top of him and rubbing the soft meat of their pussies against him as he put his own meat in and out of the body below him. And when he did manage to lift his head from the soft shoulder that his face was buried in, he could see another girl on her knees right above the girl's head that he was working on, and he could see that she was getting her pussy ready for him when he had finished his job on this one. The cunt was wide open and weeping as it seemed to cry for his attentions. And the sight of it, and the feeling of the other girls to the rear of him only made him pound away faster.
Paul didn't know that he had turned over onto his belly and was now rubbing the exceptionally hard meat against the sheets. What difference did it make? In his dreamy mind, he was having just as good a time as he could possibly have, and the fluid that would eventually soil the sheets was now getting ready to pour into the throat of the girl that had taken the place of the one that had been below him. There was no end to the things that he would be able to accomplish, and as his physical body was preparing to wet those sheets, his dream body was taking care of anything that it came in contact with. " It was a world of flesh. Wonderful, fascinating, female flesh that enveloped and encased him from every direction. He was in it, he was smothered by it, and he loved every bit of it. He could recognize the face and body of every one of the girls in the pictures, and now he could actually feel them. Now he knew what they felt like, only he didn't know it well enough. Somehow, he even recognized that fact in his dream. It was better than it had ever been before, but still, as he let go his second load on the bed, he knew that there was much more to it. Only he didn't know how soon he was going to find out how much more there was to it.
By the time he had progressed from the dream stage to the real sleep stage, the two downstairs had progressed to a sort of a sleep stage themselves. They had actually knocked each other out in their passion. They had gone at it so furiously that they had just worn each other out, and as they sat back on the couch next to each other, about all they could do was to look at each other and muster up a kind of weak smile. And as their lips parted, the taste of each other's body was still on them. And as they tasted it, it made. them smile a little broader.
But it was definitely bed time now. They were so wonderfully and completely and satisfactorily drained that even though the mind might be willing to continue, the body was too limp to do anything about it. But tomorrow was another day, and there was a whole night ahead of them in which to recharge their batteries. They didn't bother to put any clothes on, and they didn't even bother to pick up the discarded clothes from the floor as they headed up to the bedroom. And their bare feet didn't disturb the equally exhausted Paul as they went by his room. Betty's bed had long since been moved into her mother's room, but as usual, it would not see much service. Ellen's bed was big enough for both.
But Ellen was rather used to this kind of life. Much more so than her neophyte daughter, and after only a couple of hours of refreshing sleep, she woke up. Betty was right next to her, but Betty was still snoring up a storm. Very possibly, that was what caused Ellen to wake up. It didn't make any difference though, she was awake and beginning to feel her oats again. Just the thought of what had caused her tiredness was enough to arouse her oats.
She looked over at the pretty, relaxed face of her sleeping daughter, and although she had ideas, she thought better of them. Betty had probably had enough for awhile. At least she looked that way, and she doubted if she would be in the proper mood anyway if she was awakened from a sound' sleeep. It would be better to just let her sleep, and by tomorrow, things would be in the proper perspective again. But there was still tonight, and there was still the ache in Ellen's groin as her mind worked over the previous events of this night.
She had been worked over by hungry girls before, and her own hunger had caused her to do just about the same thing, but she couldn't get the idea of that desperately hot little tongue that attacked her asshole with such vigor that it knocked her to the floor out of her mind. As long as Ellen had been in the lesbo game, her main choice had always been the cunt, with the tits running a close second. The ass had always been sort of a foreplay or occasionally an after play thing. It had never turned out to be the main course. And as she looked at her daughter's slightly open, slightly snoring mouth, she wondered how she had missed that type of pleasure before.
An asshole had never really turned her off, and she did get some kicks out of examining one, but it had never seemed to be the point of pleasure that it had turned out to be tonight. Maybe it was the real enthusiasm of the tongue that indoctinated her, or maybe it was just the fact that she had stumbled across the type of situation that she did. The situation itself had been so far from her mind that it actually stunned her. She had been so busy developing the required instincts in her daughter, that she had just about forgotten that her son would have feelings of his own. Feelings that would parallel her's and Betty's, but from a slightly different point of view.
As Ellen lay there in bed thinking, it was only slowly dawning on her that if she had a hot little daughter, there was no reason why she shouldn't have just as hot a son. And just as she herself did hold a latent admiration and affection for the male body, even though she did prefer the female body, there was no reason why her daughter shouldn't feel the same way. It was obvious that Betty had swung in her mother's direction, but it was also understandable that she would be curious what was on the other end of that swinging pendulum. And Paul, not having underwent all that kind of indoctrination, would just naturally be interested in girls. If girls could be so interested in girls, it stood to reason that boys would be even more so. And Paul was getting to be a real boy.
And the memory that had been rather indistinct because of the shock that accompanied it when she walked in the door suddenly took on a new clarity and she realized just how real a boy he was. As her pussy flesh twitched at the thought of it, she also realized that her heating mind was exaggerating things a bit, but not really that much. That dick that she had seen Betty jerking would not compare with the dicks that she had encountered, but she could not forget the sight of the stream exploding from it. She knew that it was not yet a man's dick, but it was still mighty formidable.
Although she was pretty sure that that was the first time that they had gotten together, and probably no other act had taken place then, she could not really be sure. As her own cherry had been broken by tongues when she was only a little girl, so had her faith in men. So there was no actual way of telling whether Betty had been invaded by the male or not. But she knew her daughter well enough so that she figured that she would instinctively know if anything like that had happened, and her instincts told her that it did not. She firmly believed, or at least tried to tell herself, that this was the first act, and she had unknowingly caught them at it.
She was right of course, but she didn't know that, and the longer that she lay there and thought about it, file more it affected the insides that were not pretty well refreshed, and the more she wanted to find out for sure. But how could she do that? She could go into his room and wake him up and talk to him, and just know by the way he talked whether this was a one shot or a long term deal, but should she do a thing like that in the middle of the night? She glanced at the clock on the headboard and found out that it was actually the middle of the night, but not really the middle middle. It was only a few minutes after twelve. She had slept so soundly that the couple of hours that she had slept seemed like six or seven.
Ellen was already to go again. She was wide awake and boiling hot, but she figured that the situation would be different with the kids. Betty looked as if she had a long time to go before she regained any semblance of consciousness, and Paul would probably be the same way. Or would he? She hadn't even seen Paul since she had used her belt on him and he went up to bed. How would he have been affected by the experience? Would he have lain there and cried himself to sleep, or would he still be lying awake mulling it over in his mind and worrying about it? One thing she didn't want him to do was to worry. She was now sorry about what she had done, and she didn't want it to have any lasting effects on him.
Well, she could at least go in and take a peek at him. The way that Betty was sleeping, she was sure that she wouldn't disturb her by leaving the bed. And besides that, she wanted to get a better look at that son that she had seemed to ignore for so long. She really hadn't ignored him. but she was definitely not as close to him as she was to her daughter. It amazed her to realize that he had grown up so much that he could spout a man-sized load when she hadn't even realized that he had grown up at all. Up until now, he had just been an insignificant cypher in the household. Something to be avoided so that he wouldn't find out what was going on. But as she tiptoed in the direction of his room, she found that he was a cypher no longer. Neither of them knew at this point that he was to become an integral part of the household.
Although it was midnight, there was enough moon-light filtering through the windows so that there was no danger of tripping over anything. The night was clear, and with the shades still being up, the room was bathed in a not exactly daylight effect, but enough of a light so that everything could be seen in black and white and grey. It was an eerie, but very effective effect. She could see her son stretched out on the bed, and she could see just about all of him.
The night was warm enough so that he wasn't under the covers. The blankets had been pushed over to one side against the wall and he was lying on the white sheet. The wet spot-was underneath him, so she could not see that, but all he had on was his pajama pants and the bottoms of them had crept so far up his legs that he might as well have been wearing shorts. And the almost full view that she got of his body told her that he would not be wearing those 'shorts' too much longer.
Ellen herself was still nude. The only thing was she didn't realize it until she walked in and saw him. As far as she knew, he had never seen her nude before, and she never intended that he should see either her or Betty that way. But circumstances change, and as she looked down on his sleeping form and then looked at herself, she was glad that she had not bothered to put anything on. Because the way she felt now, she figured that it would only be a waste of time taking everything off again.
And she wasn't even worrying about the fact that he was sleeping. He would soon be just as awake as she was. And although his dreams had faded away into deep sleep a long time ago, it was as if there had been no interruption in them. He was back with his mass of girls, and the wet spot beneath him was the mouth of one of those girls or another, or maybe many others were massaging his own bare flesh from head to foot. Actually, it was only the full, round calves of his legs and the backs of his knees that were being massaged, but it would take a little while before the actual manipulation would get through to him and he would realize that it wasn't just another dream.
During that period though, he would be preparing himself for what was to come. And the further the massaging slid up under his pajama legs on its way toward his ass, the harder his dick got under him. It wasn't until the hand gave up trying to reach the ass from that direction and went to the more direct route that led only slightly downward from the tops of the pants that he began to stir.
Because by this time, the hand Was not just feeling around and enjoying the sensation of the boy flesh, it was getting as eager as the feeling in the body that was stirring it on. And that twelve year old boy flesh that she was squeezing in her hand as she delved between the cheeks of the ass and searched for the asshole did nothing to put out the fire in her body. By the time the boy body began to react, Ellen was a volcano that was about to erupt.
-And by the time she finally found the little hole, both of.her hands were so full of ass cheeks that there was nothing left to do but to go into final action.She let go of the skin just long enough to pull the pants down and expose the round butt, and when she again spread the cheeks and placed her face between them, Paul was aware that he was not dreaming anymore.
It would naturally take him a little while to realize just what was happening, but as he turned over, he didn't know that he was also making everything happen better. For although Ellen was having a party with the ass of this young boy, it was really the things on the other side that she was interested in. With girls, it didn't make too much difference. There was a hole on either side. One hole might be more interesting than the other, but they were both just holes. With the male it was different. There was something you could get hold of.
Something you could sink your teeth into. The only trouble was, it was also something that could hurt you. Something that could give you kids. Like this one. And right now, as Paul turned over, Ellen was kind of glad that she had this kid.
She may not' have thought that it was she that caused this, to happen, and it didn't take that much difference right now' anyway, but she found that her trip into her son's room was not in vain. He was just as ready as she was. It didn't matter that he was awakened from a sound sleep, and it didn't even matter that he was surprised to find his mother sitting on the bed next to him. And even the two loads that he had let go of did not faze the hardness of that thing that was making Ellen's eyes widen with awe. He may not have been a man, but Paul was certainly at least a little man, and Ellen knew how to take care of all kinds of men, little or big.
It might not have been her main preference, but as she looked at that hard meat that stared her in the face, she figured what the hell, if you can't have steak all the time, there is always plenty of bologna to fill up on. And since the steak was sleeping, she was more than glad to have this to curb her appetite. And when Paul relized what was happening, so was he. He didn't even stop to think that this was his mother. What difference did it make? In his mind, it was still a part of the dream. This was just one of those girls, but the mouth was even more real than it was in the dream.
Chapter Eight
The episode of the belt was now completely forgotten by both of them. He was getting a much better licking now that he had gotten the last time. And Ellen found that she was really enjoying herself too. She had always been willing to accommodate her husbands or boy friends with her mouth, but they had all been so big that she really hadn't gotten that much pleasure out of it. Sex was sex, whether it came from between the male or the female legs, but there was such a thing as overdoing it, and although the area between her own legs was able to accommodate the male passion, thing were different when - it came to her mouth.
As much care as she took of her male companions, they always seemed to want more. They were never satisfied with just putting it in her mouth and letting her work on it, they wanted the whole thing. She had never been able to use her throat effectively, and had to almost fight them off to keep from choking and gagging and throwing up. But they always figured that her frenzied antics consisted of pure passion, and just went at it that much harder. That was a world of difference between this cock and the previous ones.
She had little doubt that this cock would eventually cause some other girls to gag and choke as it grew even more formidable and expert, but right now, it was just the thing that she needed to assuage her appetite. And the inexperienced body below her was perfectly content to let her use her own judgment and go about it in her own way. In fact it wouldn't make any difference which way she went about it, as she was destined to very shortly receive the little passion that he.
had left in him.
Paul just lay back on the bed and shut his eyes, and he was still not sure that he was awake. The only clue he had as to the state of his consciousness was that his was so much better than his previous dreams. And why not? It was not only real, but he was being worked over by. someone that knew what she was doing. And hat person was so hot herself that she was putting everything she had into it. Or rather, she was taking everything he had into her. - The hard cock was still a bit too long, even though it was much smaller than any that she had had before, but it wasn't as fat as the others either, and it didn't seem to bother her as it reached for the opening of her. throat. That of course could be accounted for by the intense condition of her own body, but the fact that she was now bringing, her son up to date in the facts of life the same as she had done with her daughter might have had something to do with it too. She doubted veiy much that she would have performed such a competent job on a stranger, whether it be man or boy.
She didn't try to get it into her throat at first, although she took just about all of it into her mouth. She kind of eased off, and as she felt it begin to plug her air hole, she would back away and squeeze her lips around the hot shaft so that she was in fact jerking him off with her lips. And his response could have only been called one of total appreciation, because even though the dick was a bit worn out, she could feel it growing even longer and fatter each time she went down on it.
And Paul was so tired and confused that he only gave one heave as he felt his insides empty into the sucking mouth, and he didn't even realize that the mouth never got a chance to actually taste its son's body offerings. His belly rose just at the time that Ellen was going down, and the fluid that he managed to evacuate from his tired balls went straight into her throat. It took her by surprise of course, but by the time she pulled her head back all that was left on his dick was a few insignificant drops. And as she wiped them from her lips with the tip of her tongue, she saw that he was already well on his way back to sleep. Maybe he would think that it was just a dream.
She was still hot as a pistol, but the feel of the warm fluid going down her throat seemed to cool her off a little, at least as far as her mind went. So even though she would have liked to carry on until her own body was satisfied, she figured that she had better leave well enough alone. Actually, she was even sorry now that she had gone this far. Paul had not been as well indoctrinated as his sister had been, and she was worried about if he could take all this when he woke up and realized that it had really happened. Unless of course, he himself didn't realize that it had happened.
If he didn't give any indication of it in the morning, she would just let it go, but if he did appear to know what had happened, she had no doubt that she would capitalize on it. Right now though, it was.time to tiptoe out of the room and back into her own room and put her steaming body back to bed next to her more compliant daughter. Not that Paul hadn't been compliant, but she still just didn't know. Morning would tell the story.
Betty was still sleeping soundly, unaware that her mother had even left the bed, and Ellen didn't want to "awaken her in order to resolve her own inner conflicts. She just turned over on her side and hoped that her mind and body would cool off to let her go to sleep. And eventually they did. The events of the evening were enough to tire her out even more than she realized, and she didn't even know that she was still licking her lips and savoring the taste of her son as she faded away into darkness.
But morning had to come, and when it did, Ellen was forced to he there for awhile as consciousness returned to her in order to figure out whether the whole thing had been one of her own dreams. She still wasn't sure as she turned her head to look over at her daughter. And it shook her up a little to find that Betty was not there. She sat up and looked over at the other bed, thinking that Betty might have gotten crowded and went over to her own bed, but she was not there either. And then, as she licked her hps again as if tasting the cock that she had sucked, she knew that the whole thing had been only too real, and it only made her wonder the more where her daughter was.
She jumped out of bed and was almost going to run out into the hall with nothing on before she remembered that she was naked and went back to get a bathrobe. She wanted to check Paul's room the first thing to find out if the two kids had gotten together again. She knew that even though it was early in the morning, sex did not need a clock and could not care less about what time it was. But Paul was still sleeping, and there was no sign of Betty.
Ellen almost stumbled down the stairs in her anxiety after checking the bathroom and finding it empty, but was vastly relieved to find Betty sitting at the kitchen table and stuffing her face with toast and coffee and smiling as if nothing at all had happened.
Ellen sat down across from her and smiled back, but she was not too sure just what it was that she was smiling about. Was it relief that things had worked out well? But of course she couldn't know that yet, as she had to wait until Paul woke up to find out what the effects of last night would be. Or was she smiling because she was hoping that the effects on Paul would be favorable, and there would be a long, fabulous day ahead of them? Whatever caused the smile, she was glad that it was there, and it was not forced. She felt a lot better this morning, and although she might have been a little apprehensive, she was not really worried.
After all, she had definite proof that Paul was intensely interested in sex, but the only thing that she was apprehensive about was what his feelings would be about having it with his mother. She was far from being an old bag, and he should be interested, but even if he should turn out to be a bit turned off by having sex with his mother, she still had an ace in her hole. And she looked over at her daughter and the smile opened up a bit wider.
He was willing to have sex with his own sister, so Ellen figured that she could use his sister for bait. She would be willing to stand aside for awhile and let the two of them go at it, and just look for her chance to get into it.
Not that she was more anxious to get at Paul now, but she was thinking about the possibilities of a three way situation. Keep it in the family. If it worked out, none of them would have to look for their kicks elsewhere. There would be no chance of contracting disease of getting in trouble through pregnancy or anything like that. They could take care of each other.
From what she had seen last night, and what she already knew about her daughter, she knew that there would be no problem there. And as the plans began to form in her mind, she looked over at her daughter and smiled again as she could almost visualize that young and growing body underneath the baggy bathrobe. She might have hated to share it, especially with a male, but as the heat began to renew itself within her, she figured that it would be worthwhile.
And it seemed as if her daughter was almost reading her mind, because before she could even open her mouth to speak, Betty asked her how she thought Paul was. So it was obvious that Betty knew that she was no longer mad at Paul, or at her, as she had demonstrated that last night right there in the living room, and Betty must have been highly interested in what had happened between her and Paul. And that was exactly what Ellen had on her mind now.
She wanted Betty and Paul to get together again. And this would be the perfect time for it.
Betty could go up and wake Paul up, but first, Ellen would have to explain to her how to do it. And in order to do that, she would also have to tell her about her nocturnal mission to Paul's room. She didn't think Betty would mind, and in fact she thought that it would even speed things up. If Betty was heated up enough about it before she even went up, she could imagine how the both of them would be by the time they came downstairs. Ellen herself was already prepared for that encounter.
Betty's smile seemed to freeze on her face as her mother started to explain things to her. And not it was Betty's turn to try to understand why she was smiling. The events that she wasn't aware of really titillated her, and she was smiling at that,, although it was a very surprised smile. She was definitely interested in her brother, and although she knew that her mother had more or less condoned it once her initial anger had worn off, she wasn't aware that it had affected her mother so much that she had gotten up in the middle of the night and went into it even deeper than she had.
But the fact that she now knew that her mother not only approved of it but was also willing, and eager, to further the relationship almost overwhelmed her. Especially after she heard the detailed account of what had gone on while she was sleeping. By the time her mother had finished, she was not only eager to follow her plans, but she found that her mouth was watering as she ran up the stairs. She wanted to catch her brother before he woke up in order to give him probably the most pleasant surprise that he had ever had. She knew that the surprise that he had when his mother went into his room would have been terrific, but when he learned that things would now no longer have to be kept in the dark, she figured that he would most likely flip.
And as Betty had hoped, he was still asleep, and again as she had hoped, he did indeed flip when she woke him up. Not only because of the way that she woke him up, but because the daylight. was streaming through the windows now, and he not only knew that he was really awake, but that the thing that had happened last night was not a dream after all.
Betty was very interested in that meat that he had between his legs, and she vividly recalled the feel of it and what it had done when she manipulated it, but she wouldn't have thought about using her mouth on it if her mother hadn't told her about it a few minutes ago. It would naturally have come to that eventually, but if they hadn't been caught in the act, and had to continue at their own pace, it might have taken some time before they both figured out just how to go about everything that could be gone about. Now they had an instructor, and for the time being at least, Betty would know just how to get right down to the nitty gritty. By the time that they got downstairs, they would both be eager to learn more, and the smile would be even broader on Ellen's face.
Paul would have woken up in a few minutes anyway, so things were not as unreal to him as they had been last night. He was still lying on his back, and he began to come to even as he felt the bed move as his sister sat down on the edge of it. By the time she had found the opening in the front of his pajama pants and worked her hand into it, he was wide awake. And glad that he was.
The house was full of smiles that morning, as when he recognized that it was Betty there, and what she was doing, he knew that everything was not only still all right, but getting even better. His batteries were fully charged by now, and in fact they were over charged and needed a little relief. Normally he might have used his hand to gain that relief, but right now, he could see that there would be no need for that. As far as that went, if this morning, and last night were any indication, he would have no more need for his hands. But if it continued the way it was starting out now, he might have to use his hands to fight the females off.
Because it wasn't even fully hard before Betty went down on it, and from the manner in which she attacked it, he thought that he might even lose it. The sort of soft, puffy meat that filled her mouth gave her the illusion that this was what it was all about. She forgot how hard it was when she had it in her hand, and it was rather surprising to her when she found how it was rapidly growing in her mouth. Her mother had even described this effect to her as they sat at the kitchen table, but it was one of those things that Betty had to learn for herself.
At first it filled her mouth rather comfortably, something like the big clits that she had gotten used to, but none of those clits had even swelled to the proportions that this was doing. The soft meat was extremely pleasant, and even as she devoured it hungrily, she wondered why her mother had not let her in on this before. But as it began to reach towards the back of her mouth, and she recalled how her mother had cautioned her against this, she got her first lesson in how to protect herself from this welcome invader.
Paul of course had no control over what his body was doing, and all he was doing was lying back and enjoying it the same as he had done only hours before. His body would eventually learn to cope with the attentions that it was receiving, but right now, he was content to be the passive partner. Right now, he had no reason to be active, as his sister was doing such a good job that she didn't appear to need any help. And she didn't.
Betty was thoroughly accustomed to the taste of forbidden flesh, but this was far different than any she had tasted yet. She could understand the difference though, but only in the way that it was the difference between male and female. She had had no previous contact with the male, so the subtle difference which she would not even notice later was obvious to her now. But as she caressed the hard yet pliable meat with her tongue, she did not realize that she was receiving a mixture of several tastes.
There was not only the residue of three separate loads of come that he had shot the previous evening and during the night, one in her hand, one on the bed and one in his mother's mouth that was coating his dick, but also the saliva that his mother had deposited on it. That, the combination with the saliva that her own mouth had formed made it a very much used cock that she was breaking herself in on.
It didn't bother her that much though. She was in pretty well the same condition that her mother was in last night as she had done the same thing. The feeling inside of her was at the boiling point, and as she rode her lips up and down the slippery meat and examined and cherished it with her tongue, she couldn't care less that it was slipping further and further toward her throat. She wanted to do everything that she could to please him, in the hope that if she did a good job, he would be willing to please her. And she didn't know how willing, he was right now. If he had known how to go about it, he would have flipped her over and started a sixty-nine job right then.
But that would come later. When they got downstairs and consulted the expert. Right now, they were doing the best they could, and it was good. At least they thought that it was good, because they didn't know what the expert had in store for them. And the expert was still smiling. The very fact that her daughter had been up there for so long told her that things were going according to plan. It would only be a matter of time, and not a very long time, before Ellen would be able to get right in the middle of the deal.