Nora's flesh was on fire as she watched her daughter crossing the room. The lithe, damp frame of the seventeen-year-old trembled with rich, enticing promise, and gave off a powerful warmth, even from twenty paces away.
She was dressed in only her short, tight nightie and Nora could see clearly through the sheerness of the material. Her hair was in pigtails and she wore a pair of small, furry slippers on her feet.
"Ooo, Mommy, I feel so warm and funny all over," the girl cooed, erotically. "I feel an itch, Mommy, an itch down here!"
The girl began to rub her mound through her nightie and Nora's flesh quickened as she watched the fingers kneading the almost hairless hillock, frantically. The girl's tiny nipples were taut and erect through the sheerness of the gown, and her free hand stroked the tiny, pink nuggets, teasingly.
She looked and acted, then, as if she were no more than a child, and the woman could hardly contain her desire as she stood watching her daughter caress herself. Her own lust was feverish and intense, a throbbing, pounding need that would not be denied. In that moment, her daughter was no more than twelve or thirteen to her, and she wanted the child unbearably.
As Maria drew close, Nora felt her hands reaching out to touch and embrace her, draw her little girl tightly to her and take her, with all the passion that was seething in her cave.
CHAPTER ONE
Nora heard the door shut, quietly downstairs and she shivered under the blankets, as if she were suddenly enveloped by the cold that was screaming in the black night outside her window.
She glanced over at the clock beside her head on the night table and cursed. It was well after two in the morning, and she had hardly slept at all since she'd gone to bed four hours ago.
She listened attentively, hearing the faint sounds that her daughter was making as she slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor of their house. Maria was trying her best to be silent, but her mother's ears were too sharp.
As she heard the padding footsteps passing by her door, the woman sat up sharply in bed, and flicked on the lamp.
"All right, get in here, damn it," she hissed. Outside her door, the young girl stopped cold in mid-step.
Nora waited for a single heartbeat, then hissed again, angrily. "Come on, Maria, don't try and pretend you're not there," she growled. "I said get in here!"
She heard a sigh from beyond her door, and a moment later, her daughter stepped into the room, an expression on her face that suggested guilt at being caught, and bold defiance at the same time.
"I was trying not to wake you," the young girl insisted.
Nora gazed at her daughter, taking in the smooth, graceful line of her body and the sweet, nearly innocent shape of her face. Her features were smooth and unmarred, but her lips were thin, almost cruel, and the way she carried herself lent a certain degree of uncaring to her image.
"I was awake all the time," the woman murmured. "Did you think I could sleep when my fifteen-year-old daughter is out half the night?" Maria Welsey sighed impatiently. She leaned against the door, indulgently and crossed her arms as she shook her head.
"Ohh, God, mother, I'm old enough to take care of myself," she groaned.
"That's just what I'm afraid of, young lady," Nora grunted. "Sometimes I think you are just a little bit too old for yourself."
"Mother, really," the young girl sighed. "You act as if I were a little kid."
Nora Welsey sighed as loudly as her daughter. "I sometimes wish you were," she hissed. "Then, perhaps, I could keep track of you a little bit better."
"You know where I was," her daughter spat. "I was over at Allison Downey's house playing records."
"Who else was there?" her mother snarled. "I'm sure you and Allison weren't all by yourselves, because I know you don't give a damn about her one way or the other. All you care about is her record collection and the money she has to spend."
He daughter stood up straight, her hands on her hips, tiny bosom jutting forward angrily. "That's not true," she snarled. "I like her a lot."
Her mother laughed bitterly. "Maria, you don't like anyone a lot," she muttered. "You care less for people than what they can do for you, and I know it."
Her daughter turned her lip up into a cold, cruel sneer. "What would you know?" she laughed, sharply. "The last thing you proved you knew resulted in me!"
Her mother jerked back in her bed as if she had been slapped. She blinked her eyes in shock and anger and shook her head, slowly. "Come over here, young lady," she hissed softly.
"Are you going to hit me, Mother?" Maria chuckled softly. She walked toward the bed without any fear at all. "Are you going to slap me for the truth?"
She was standing beside the bed then, hands on her hips, her head slightly bowed to receive the blow if it came. Nora Welsey had her hand in the air, her fingers rigid and stiff to strike.
She saw her daughter's offered cheek, the rosy coloring fresh from the brisk air outside, the lips set in a tight, thin line of defiance. She drew her hand back a bit more, but it was as if someone were holding her arm, for she could not strike.
"How can you talk that way to me?" she whispered intently. "How can you dare speak like that to your own mother, Maria?"
The girl stood back up and chuckled softly. "Because you always talk so much about being honest, Mother dear," the girl said, evenly. "And you say that one can never be harmed by the truth."
Nora Welsey shivered in bed, her thirty-two-year-old body quaking almost out of her control. She could not bear to strike her daughter, could not even entertain the thought of harming the lovely, delicate child.
"Ohh, God, God, how can you do this to me?" she moaned, tears coming to her eyes. "How can you torture me like this, Maria?"
The young girl's laugh was nearly harsh and cruel. "Ohh, stop it Mother," she hissed impatiently. "You act as if I were out whoring on the streets instead of listening to records!"
Nora's head jerked up and she stared at her daughter in horror. "Don't even say such a thing," she gasped. "Dear God, don't even think it."
Maria shook her head, sourly and walked toward her mother's bedroom door. "Don't worry, Mother, I'm not stupid," she sighed. "I don't intend to get myself in a mess."
She stopped at the door and glanced back at her mother, the smile of contempt and complete assurance wide on her lips. "I'm too smart to make those kind of mistakes, Mother," she chuckled. "After all, I've had an example set for me, haven't I?"
Her mother's eyes narrowed once more. She felt a burning pain sweeping through her chest, making her heart pound with fierce and savage anger. "Don't be such a little bitch, Maria," she growled. "Or I'll just see that you don't leave this house for a month except to go to school."
The girl laughed in delight and turned away without responding. Nora sat up further in bed and called after her. "Just for that, young lady, you're grounded for a month," she barked. "I mean it, this time, a whole, God damn month! Her rage and her large, heavy breasts were rising and falling against the pajama top she was wearing, as her breathing became rapid and forced.
This kind of thing had been going on for nearly six months, now, ever since the girl's fifteenth birthday. Lately, Maria had been getting more and more bold about defying her, and she had to put a stop to it.
She, herself, might have made a lot of mistakes in her day, but she wasn't going to let that happen to her little girl. Maria was not going to get knocked up by the first boy that tickled her heart, or more pointedly, her pussy. She was going to learn discipline and self-control, if Nora had to beat it into her.
She laughed, harshly to herself. That was an amusing thing to consider. She had never once laid a hand on the girl, and she didn't think she would ever reach the point by this time.
The very idea of marring that perfect, lovely face with a bruise make her stomach turn with a sickening wrench. It was unthinkable to strike Maria, so grounding her would have to do.
She lay in bed, wiping the tears from her eyes, wondering how the change had come about without her realizing it before it was complete. She had always spoiled the girl, given her as much of everything she had wanted as she could, but even that did not explain it completely to her.
As a little girl, Maria had been sweet and loving, devoted to her. She had always wanted to be with her mommy, and wanted only to please her mommy whenever and however she could. As a little girl, Maria had been perfect, as a budding teenage girl, she was turning into a horror.
Nora sighed and shook her head. How she wished, sometimes, that Maria was a little girl again. How she ached to have her at that tender age of eleven or twelve, just passing from childhood to girlhood. Those had been the best times, for the girl had been old enough to understand things, then, and yet, still young enough to seem and actually be, completely innocent.
Nora could not figure out what had gone wrong. She hated to think that she gave the girl any sense of jealousy or resentment for her youth. After all, she herself was only thirty-two, hardly an old woman yet.
And, in many, many ways, she did not envy the girl her youth at all. She knew too well, how difficult the teenage years could be on a girl, and she would not have wanted to go through them again for anything.
Being an adult might not be the easiest thing in the world, for it was no picnic, that was certain, but then again, it wasn't hell, either, and it sure beat being a kid, in her mind.
Of course, she realized, that her own teenage years had been different than many other girl's. She had been pregnant with Maria at sixteen, and that could easily account for a lot of her bad memories.
Being a teenage mother was truly hell, especially when the father leaves you a year after the girl is born and you never see him again. She still hated Jake Welsey for running off and deserting her. Not so much for herself, but for the daughter they both had brought into this world.
She sighed, realizing she was lucky enough that he still sent her money every month for the child. Sometime during the third week of each month, she received a generous money order in the mail to pay his share of the load.
She never knew what he did, never knew how he came to be able to send them so much. By now, the check was over five hundred a month. Always from a different place, sometimes clear across the world.
She entertained the idea that he was a seaman. That he worked on some big, ocean-going ship and traveled the world seeing new and exotic places. She cursed him for that, too, for she was trapped in Lorenville, unable to travel or see anything of the world at all.
She had her beauty shop, of course, and while she and the girl were not rich, they ate well and dressed warmly. They had enough, and more, she felt, and she saw no reason for her child to be ashamed of their life.
She groaned again and leaned over to turn off the light. The room was bathed in darkness then, lit only by the glow of light coming in from the hallway. She shook her head and rose from her reclining position to get up and turn it out, when she saw her daughter standing in the frame of the door.
The soft glow of the hall light outlined her body in that moment. Maria was wearing the sheer, transparent nightgown she'd bought her for her birthday, and Nora's breath suddenly caught in her throat as she gazed at the teenager.
The filtered light made her lithe, trim frame almost glisten, and Nora could see the young girl's nipples were taut and erect against the gown. Her hair was done in pig tails, then, and all the make-up she had been wearing had been scrubbed clean from her face.
The young girl took a step forward and licked her lips to make them glisten, almost erotically. In her flesh, Nora felt a quickening warmth that frightened her, and she moaned as the tingling sensation she had grown used to began to race through her loins, uncontrollably.
Maria stepped quickly over to the bed and sat down beside her mother. Her eyes were wide, blazing now with a calm assurance and an equally controlled determination. "Ohh, Mommy, don't be mad at me," she murmured, pushing the covers aside so that she could slip in beside her mother. "I hate it when you're mad at me."
Nora shuddered, her mind blazing with an attempt to control herself. She could not let it happen again, she thought, she just could not. It was horrible, was terrible to do that, but she was losing her hold on her self-discipline rapidly as she felt the warmth of her daughter's body next to hers.
The fifteen-year-old snuggled close to her, edging her body tightly against Nora's and sighing, with an ache in her voice, they tightly embraced. Through the thin material of her nightgown, Nora could feel the trembling in her daughter's shoulders.
"Ohh, Mommy, you know how I hate to sleep alone, sometimes," the girl murmured. Her lips were warm and soft at Nora's throat, and the woman groaned as a harsh, burning spasm .ripped through her loins as the tender petals fluttered against her flesh. "I get so nervous and upset when I have to be alone!" Nora could feel Maria's fingers toying with the buttons to her pajama top, pulling it free with a gentle tug of her hand. While her mind screamed at her to brush the girl's hand away, her flesh trembled eagerly for the touch of the girl's soft, pink fingers against it.
"No ... no we can't," moaned the woman almost breathlessly. "Stop it ... stop it ... Maria, we mustn't!"
The young girl laughed quietly and moved her lips upward over her mother's cheek. She had the pajama top open, now, and was tracing a path with her nails across the full, ripe mounds of her mother's breasts.
"Hush, Mommy," the girl murmured softly. "You're little girl is cold and scared. She needs to be close to you, now!"
Nora felt her daughter's lips suddenly brushing across her own, and the kiss was almost fiery in its warmth and intensity. She groaned softly as Maria cupped her hand over her breast and kneaded it insistently.
"Ohh, God, stop it, stop it," she whispered frantically. "I ... I can't bear it, Maria, I can't, I can't!"
The young girl giggled childishly. "Ooo, but Mommy, Mommy, it's so nice," she laughed. "Ooo, I just love to do this Mommy and we used to do it all the time!"
She kneaded the soft, spongy globe more pointedly, then, rubbing the hard, taut nipple back and forth with her thumb, while she flicked her tongue at Nora's tightly clenched teeth. The woman groaned almost savagely, shuddering with a violent spasm as she felt the stabbing dart force her teeth apart.
Her flesh was burning with need, then, as her daughter slipped her tongue into her mouth, and hungrily entwined it around her own. She gasped as Maria's fingers rode over her belly and began to pull on the snap to her pajama bottom.
As if they had a mind of their own, her own hands began to explore her daughter's flesh through the sheer nightgown she was wearing. They were lying side by side on the bed, now, and greedily, Nora rode the palm of her hand over the girl's buttocks, and her free hand down to the tiny, pert mounds of her breasts.
The girl nearly sobbed with delight as Nora cupped her hand over one, small sphere and squeezed it lovingly in her palm. Nora felt the tender, pink nipple expanding, growing taut against her palm and digging into her flesh through the sheer material of the gown. She could feel the tingling in her daughter's breast as she massaged it, and her own loins were throbbing with a fierce intensity as Maria plucked at the button to her pajamas.
"Ummm, Mommy, Mommy, that's so nice," the girl giggled. "Ooo, you make me feel so wonderful, Mommy, just like always, you do!"
She felt the girl slipping her fingers inside of her pajamas and Nora sobbed as the smooth, warm fingers rode over her aching mound. The mere touch of the digits against her flesh made the woman groan with passion, and she rocked, spasmodically on the bed as her daughter massaged her aching hillock.
Maria's mouth grew more excited against her mother's as she caressed the thick, damp mound of her cunt. She slithered her fingers through the tangled thatch of hair that covered the mound, tugging on the strands, playfully.
Nora's body trembled with uncontrollable wanting, then, and she rode her free hand greedily over her daughter's buttocks, kneading and caressing the pert half moons with increasing passion.
She gripped and squeezed the spongy buttocks through the gown and listened, with shameful delight to her child's groans of pleasure. There did not seem any way for her to escape this terrible passion, then, for she felt her body, if not her mind, surrendering to her desires, greedily.
"Ohh, baby, yes, make your mommy feel good," she groaned, thickly. "Yes, darling Maria, ohhh, yes, make her feel nice!"
Maria chuckled thickly and rode the tips of her fingers up and down along the quivering wetness of her mother's cunt petals. She rolled and pinched the thick, swollen petals between her digits and pulled on them demandingly.
Nora jerked violently as a harsh, tearing need ripped through her cave, and the throbbing desire pounded in her loins with a growing intensity. Her body felt as if it were charged with an erotic electricity, and she could hardly breathe, for the surging need she was experiencing.
Her own hands became more greedy and insistent then, and she rode one of them swiftly beneath her daughter's gown, over the smooth, warm flesh of her inner thighs. She felt the young girl eagerly spreading her tender limbs apart, greedily receiving the caress her mother offered her.
As she cupped her fingers around the damp, nearly hairless mound of her daughter's crotch, she felt the throbbing, incredible heat that poured from the girl's cave, caressing her digits, enticingly. She moaned, riding her fingers in a lazy circle around the rim of Maria's hillock, pinching and teasing her mound, lovingly.
"So warm, so wet, so alive," she whispered brokenly. "God, God, Maria, what do you do to me, what do you do to your mother?" The young girl laughed, knowingly. "I make my Mommy happy," she nearly giggled. "I always love to make my Mommy happy!"
The woman jerked violently as she felt her daughter's lips riding down over her throat, kissing her hungrily, while her hand was gently massaging her aching mound. She felt the soft, teasing tip of Maria's thumb rubbing against her clit, and the almost stinging pain of delight that resulted in her flesh, was nearly unbearable.
She sobbed as Maria expertly massaged her cunt mound. Her fingers darted and scraped against her vaginal lips, and her thumb was powerfully stimulating as it caressed her burning clit.
Her own hands were wild against the girl's flesh, then, they kneaded and squeezed her breasts, and fondled the moist, warm loins of the child, hungrily. The girl's pussy lips were quivering violently as Nora caressed them, and the woman sighed with a shameless satisfaction as she felt the tender petals trembling against her hand.
"Ohhhh, Mommy, Mommy, that's so nice, ohh, yessss," the young girl cooed delightfully. "Ummm, I just love when you do that to me, Mommy, I just love it, yes!"
Her daughter's body was jerking and shuddering spasmodically as she fondled and caressed it, and Nora's own flesh was seething with need as Maria rode her fingers hungrily along the cleft between her pussy lips. She felt the girl's lips moving across her breasts, then, kissing and lathering them with a greedy wanting.
"Jesus, ohhh, God, yes, kiss them, yes," Nora moaned uncontrollably. "Now, darling, God, kiss my breasts, now!"
The girl laughed softly and rolled the tip of her tongue around the base of one hard nipple. Nora groaned wildly as she felt the girl gathering the taut, aching nugget between her teeth and gripping it tightly.
Maria lashed at the imprisoned nipple wildly with her tongue, slashing back and forth until her mother was jerking about the bed in a writhing tremor of ecstasy. She sucked more of the woman's breast into her mouth, then, and gently inserted two of her fingers into her mother's cave.
Nora nearly screamed at the delightful invasion. Her cunt walls undulated savagely around the probing spears, her inner flesh nearly agonized with pleasure as the fingers rode deep into her throbbing pit.
She jerked violently on the bed, then, gasping and sobbing as her daughter twisted and turned her fingers to the depths of her cave. In a matter of moments, she had her digits buried to the hilt in Nora's channel, and was scraping them, greedily against the quivering interior of the woman's aching tunnel.
"Ohh, God, God, yes," the woman moaned in ecstasy. Her own fingers were probing insistently against her daughter's pussy, then, trying desperately to enter the hot, wet passage of her loins. "Ummm, darling, Maria my child, ohh, God, I can't bear it any longer, I can't!"
The girl laughed in delight and sucked harder on her mother's captured breast. She lathered the nipple greedily with her tongue and began to pump her fingers in and out of the woman's cave.
Each stroke she took made the hot, quivering flesh undulate with a violent tremor, and the woman sobbed with pleasure, twisting savagely beneath the girl's plunging spears. Her cunt muscles undulated wildly around the driving spears, kneading and gripping them with fierce demand.
Now, Nora's fingers pushed their way into her daughter's cave, and she listened with pleasure to the girl's sob of delight as she penetrated her hot, taut channel with the eager prongs.
She felt the tiny cunt muscles quaking against her searching fingers as she slipped them deeper into Maria's cave, and her daughter's inner flesh quivered delightfully in rhythmic patterns as she buried her fingers as deeply in the tunnel as she could.
Her passion was too powerful, now, to be resisted anymore. Nora could not deny her need any longer, and she kneaded the girl's breasts, savagely through the sheer nightgown, squeezing and massaging them almost brutally in her wanting.
Her cunt was pounding from the rhythmic stroke of her daughter's fingers, and she listened, with satisfaction, to the girl's gasping sobs of pleasure, as they tore past her trembling lips.
"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, ummm, that's so nice," the little girl, giggled. "Oooo, you do that so nice to me, Mommy, I love it so, I do!"
As Nora rode her fingers in and out of the young girl's pit, she could feel the give and take of the child's maidenhead, each time she crashed her digits into it. The young girl gasped with a slight bit of pain, then sighed as the pleasure took hold of her again.
She flexed her cunt muscles around her mother's pumping spears, squeezing and gripping them to urge the woman's passion on. Her own fingers were exploring the hot, wet tunnel of Nora's pussy, greedily, then, and her mouth beginning to slowly journey downward along her quivering belly.
"Ohhh, Maria, ohh, this is so good," the woman moaned. She felt her daughter pushing her over on her back, forcing her to lay down. Maria pushed her thighs apart insistently, and Nora jerked involuntarily as she felt the sweet, moist tip of the girl's tongue slithering through her cunt hair.
She shivered violently as the sensuous darting tongue lashed suddenly at her clit. The violent tremors of delight roared through her loins with a burning fury and her eyes shut tight as the pleasure consumed her.
She rocked back and forth, her hands fluttering about her daughter's body, wildly as the girl lathered her mound. She was moaning and sobbing with need, her flesh nearly on fire with wanting as Maria hungrily attacked her aching hillock.
"There, yes, there," she sobbed. "Oooh, darling, Maria, my pet, there, always there, darling, yes, yes!"
The girl was laughing soft as she felt her mother's hands trying desperately to draw her own body over hers. She lifted her legs and settled each long, tapered thigh on either side of the woman's head, and held her cunt just inches from the woman's eager mouth.
The woman's greedy tongue lashed upward and slithered along the length of Maria's cunt lips. The girl groaned in aching response and mashed her own, soft, sensual mouth against her mother's loins.
She locked her teeth around Nora's trembling clit and sucked the juicy nugget into her mouth. Nora screamed softly as she felt her daughter's tongue lashing at her captured morsel, the stinging delight of the attack tearing through her loins with a throbbing agony.
Hungrily, now, she gripped Maria's buttocks in her hands and pulled the girl's hot, wet mound to her greedy lips. She inhaled the perfumed scent of her daughter's pit and shivered as the delightful aroma filled her nostrils completely.
She rode her tongue upward, lathering at the twitching nugget of the girl's clit happily, and the fifteen-year-old sobbed with the surging of pleasure that raced along the length of her virginal passage, and ground her cunt down hard on her mother's eager, sucking lips.
Hungrily, Nora swiftly rode her tongue up into the hot, taut channel of her daughter's cunt. The girl's vaginal muscles quickly locked around the invading prong and squeezed it greedily and passionately inside of her.
She rocked from left to right as Nora lathered her inner walls, and sent her own, pink, teasing arrow deep into the woman's burning pit. Nora sobbed with pleasure as she felt her daughter's tongue lathering her inner flesh, flicking back and forth against her pussy walls, viciously.
The two of them hugged each other's cunt to their faces then, and sucked on the hot, dripping chambers, passionately. They were drinking the thick, creamy juice that flowed from their caves, gulping it down with eager abandon as they rode their tongues wildly inside of each other.
Violently, Nora pumped her tongue in and out of her daughter's cave, while gnawing savagely on the girl's swollen pussy lips. She rolled them between her teeth and lashed her tongue against the girl's inner flesh with increasing greed. Maria sobbed with pleasure, her body shuddering uncontrollably above her mother's head.
Her own lips and teeth attacked the woman's pussy ruthlessly, now, driving her spear deep into the hot, steaming channel and sucking on the creamy tunnel with increased frenzy.
Their cunts were throbbing powerfully by this time, the walls drawing tighter and tighter as their lust reached a feverish pitch. They could feel the building of an orgasm in their caves, and the rumbling pleasure that was about to explode inside of them was almost an agony to endure.
"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, something's going to happen inside me," the girl sobbed, her voice clearly that of a young girl's now. "Oooo, it feels so funny and good, Mommy, so funny, and good, indeed!"
The fifteen-year-old began to shudder and quake, mashing her cunt down hard against the woman's darting tongue and sucking lips. She sobbed breathlessly as the climax exploded in the depths of her virginal passage and the roar of liquid release began to wash over her mother's greedy mouth.
Nora sucked and drank from the hot, liquid lust that was pouring from her daughter's pit. She tasted the delicious cream on her tongue and swallowed the bursting fluid, happily. She felt Maria's inner walls undulating violently against her darting tongue, and she held the girl's throbbing mound fiercely against her eager mouth.
Inside her own, burning passage, Nora could feel the ecstasy of her orgasm nearing its own moment of savage eruption. She sobbed, quaking violently as the tremors took control of her, and she was nearly breathless with excitement, as she felt the surge of passion consuming her.
She shuddered uncontrollably, bucking fiercely as the hot, churning passion of her wanting burst in her cave and waves of delicious relief swept through her. The burning intensity of her orgasm was beyond her control, now, and she thrust her cunt hard against her child's mouth, as her pleasure consumed her.
"Ohh, God, darling, God, Maria, yes," she sobbed, her voice tortured and weak with need. "I'm coming, my love, coming my little girl, coming so damn good, yes, yes!"
The girl greedily sucked and lathered her mother's bursting channel. She tasted the sweetness of the woman's lust on her tongue and she laughed with satisfaction at having once more brought the woman to overwhelming ecstasy.
She drove her tongue deep into Nora's throbbing channel and flicked it wickedly against the quivering inner walls. Nora jerked and shuddered wildly, now, her whole body one seething mass of erotic fulfillment.
The woman was moaning thickly as her daughter finally pulled away from her and slipped off the bed, leaving Nora to tremble with the lingering spasms of ecstasy that raced through her.
"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, that was so nice," she chuckled softly. "I just love it when we do that, don't you?"
Nora sobbed, her eyes filled with tears of shame as she stared at her daughter beside the bed. The harsh, cruel stabbing of lust was deep in her pit, then, and her flesh was still locked in the grip of tingling excitement. "You ... you little ... little witch," she moaned. "How ... how can ... can you do that? How ... can you laugh at it?"
The girl chuckled wildly. "Because I love you, Mommy," she giggled. She turned on her heel and stepped toward the door. She turned out in the hall and smiled back at her mother. "And I'm not grounded anymore, am I, Mommy?" she hissed.
Nora Wesley sobbed with guilt and shame and turned her head into her pillow. As her gasping, choking cries of despair and self-loathing filled her bedroom, she could hear the faint echo of her daughter's triumphant laughter cutting through them, like a skilled surgeon's knife through defenseless flesh.
She moaned with the shame she felt, but knew at the same time, that the passions she felt for her daughter were too powerful to be denied ...
CHAPTER TWO
Nora Skarne fell in love with Jake Wesley in her senior year in high school. He was three years older than her, and already going to college. She had skipped a couple of grades and looked forward to doing that, herself.
Her family had no money, but that did not bother her. She was intelligent enough to get good grades and was working hard to earn a scholarship to one or two of the universities she had applied to.
They lived in the rougher section of Lorenville. The small, shipping port was neatly divided into two distinct parts of town. Near the sea, the lower classes lived and toiled, inland, the wealthier people enjoyed their labor.
Nora quickly discerned that her only hope in life lay on crossing the invisible barrier from her side of town to the other. Where she lived, there was no hope, only growing despair and emptiness, something she was determined to escape.
Ever since she had been a little girl, she had learned the value of study and hard work. She put almost every girlish pleasure aside for her education, concentrating on gaining knowledge, rather than having fun.
Her father died when she was a little girl and her mother, though hard-working and never unkind, had little time for her. The woman often brought men home to spend the night, and Nora got used to having many 'uncles' around.
She did not resent this, she resented very little as long as it did not interfere with her studies. She realized how hard her mother worked, and she wanted only to be left alone, as she would leave the woman alone.
The men her mother brought home were often fellow workers from the canning factory where she had her job, and once and awhile, a sailor from one of the ships in port. The factory workers she did not mind, for they were always rather shy and embarrassed around her, but the sailors frightened her.
They were usually rougher and harder men, men that would think little of touching or caressing her whenever she passed by them. She learned to avoid their quick and eager hands, and never spend more than a few seconds in the room with them, if her mother was not around.
She hated them for their foul, greedy pawing, and even more, for what, she considered to be a betrayal of her mother, whenever they came on to her. She did not know very much about sex in those years, but she understood clearly what they wanted, and how they did not care where they got it from.
She was fifteen when Don raped her. She never learned his last name, he was in town for a short weekend, and she never saw him again. As far as she was concerned, that was just as well, for if she had the chance, she would have killed him, she knew.
In a way, it was actually her fault, for she should have known better than to stay alone in the house with the man when her mother had gone to work overtime that Saturday morning. It was the middle of summer and production was in full gear at the factory, so she had been called in on her day off.
She had brought the man named Don home that night. It had been late when they got in, but Nora was still awake. She had laid in bed, listening to their whispered giggling as they climbed the stairs, shutting her eyes tightly against the sounds of sex she had known would soon be coming from her mother's room next to hers.
After several minutes, she heard nothing, and finally, out of curiosity she got up from bed and tip-toed to the room. Peering in, she saw them both asleep across the bed, still in their underwear.
Grateful for being able to miss the heavy breathing and relentless squeaking of her mother's bed, she had returned to her own, and a night of fitful, nervous rest. For some reason, she did not sleep very well, and when she woke up the next morning, she was still very tired.
She realized, at once, of course, that the source of her uneasiness was Don, the man her mother had brought home. This vague sense of dread was not unfamiliar to her, and when she went downstairs to start breakfast, she prayed he would leave soon after eating the morning meal.
They came down together, blurry-eyed and moaning with the pain of their hangovers. "God, Hon," her mother gasped. "All I want is coffee, it's all I could keep down!"
"Me, I'll take whatever you got, kid," the man named Don, snorted. "I like a full belly after a heavy night of partying."
She glared at him openly, shivering a bit as she watched his eyes running up and down her body, drinking in her full, big breasted frame. She turned away, cursing herself for not having dressed, and set to work making his breakfast.
She would have liked to tell him to get the hell out of the house right then and there, but she did not dare. She didn't want to have to argue with her mother this morning, and in any case, it was the woman's business who she enjoyed herself with, she thought. Just as long as she did not have to enjoy the creep, too.
Don was a big man, and had he not been so crudely menacing, she might have even found him lusty and attractive in a rough sort of manner. But she did not like his eyes roaming over her body so obviously, and she shivered as she cooked his eggs, hoping, perhaps, that he would leave as quickly as she prayed he would.
Her mother seemed too preoccupied with her hangover to pay much attention to him, and he seemed offended by this. She finally yawned and stood up, sucking down the last of her coffee and picking up her purse.
"I shouldn't have to work more than a half day," she told them" "So, I'll be home around one."
She gave her daughter a slight peck on the cheek and turned to Don. "You be waiting for me, lover," she whispered, kissing him full on the mouth.
Nora turned her head away as she watched the man's hands roaming over her mother's back and buttocks, kneading and squeezing her flesh, passionately. Her mother laughed and twisted her way out of the big man's embrace, and then slipped out the back door of the house, leaving them alone in it.
The sailor tried to enlist her in a conversation, asking obviously polite questions about her school and the like, but she answered him in dull, single word responses. She said yes and no to nearly everything he asked, making her disinterest clear.
"What's the matter with me, kid?" he snarled in impatience at last. "Don't you like me or something?"
She was at the stove, then, and she turned and glared at him. "Frankly, no," she hissed at him. "I've seen too many of you guys come and go, you take my mother for a ride then leave her flat, I don't like it."
"Well, hell, baby, what do you expect?" the man laughed, coldly. "You think I'm gonna marry her or something?"
"No, I know you're not going to do that," Nora laughed savagely. "But I don't have to like it, do I?"
The man named Don stood up and came up behind her. She felt his hands around her hips then, his fingers suddenly digging into her smooth, supple curves. She gasped at the sudden contact and began to struggle. "All right, let go of me," she hissed, twisting around to glare at him. "I'm not your toy, buster, let me go!" Don made no move to do anything more than hold her fast. His eyes were wandering over the tops of her breasts, which her peeking through the fold of her nightgown. She pulled it shut, instinctively, and he cackled softly.
"You're a sweet little bitch, ain't you, honey?" he whispered. "How about you give your Uncle Don a little kiss?"
He bent to press his mouth to hers and she twisted away, turning out of his reach. He laughed as she picked up a pan from the counter beside the stove and held it over her head to strike him.
"Jesus, hell-bent, ain't you, baby?" he chuckled. He backed away from her and resumed his place at the kitchen table. "Well, I got your old lady, kid, I don't need you, so don't worry about it!"
Nora's belly was churning with fear and sickness and she dropped the pot onto the counter again and fled from the room. She could hear his laughter following behind her as she raced up the stairs to her bed room and shut the door behind her.
It took several minutes for her to calm down, and when she finally did, she shook her head in anger at her fearful reactions. He was just a dumb sailor, she told herself, trying to tease me. He just wanted to scare me, that's all.
She nodded sourly. He had done a good job of it all right, and she stepped into the bathroom, then, locked the door and turned on the shower. Under the stinging, steaming spray of the driving water, she felt her body relaxing at last.
She remained in the shower for quite awhile, for it was one of the few ways in which she could completely relax herself. The driving sting of the water seemed to soothe all the pain and despair out of her body and heart, and when at last she stepped from beneath it, she felt more than just clean again.
After she had dried herself, she slipped into a pair of panties and shorts, and pulled a blouse over her shoulders. She did not bother with a bra, though she knew her mother hated to see her going without one, but since she did not plan to leave the house that day, she saw no reason to strap her breasts up in a harness. She hated having her breasts held in place so tightly as a bra did. At sixteen, they were already large and heavy, and she prayed that the rest of her body would grow into them, some day.
She shook her head as the sun began to fill her room, for it was climbing quickly and steadily into the sky and she knew that this day was going to be a very hot one. She only had a tiny fan for her room, and it gave off very little breeze, so she tried to resign herself to a sweaty day.
She lay down on her bed and piled her books next to her on the night table. She had a great deal to study that afternoon, for she was going to be a senior in high school next semester and she wanted to get a head start.
She was in the habit of giving herself quiz's now and then, and was preparing one this afternoon. She lay on the bed, reading for nearly two hours before she got thirsty and decided to get herself a coke from the kitchen.
When she entered the small room, she found Don drinking a large glass of whiskey, from the looks of his eyes and the way he gazed at her, he had been doing so ever since she left the room.
He allowed his gaze to follow her as she crossed the room to the refrigerator. He licked his lips, smacking them loudly and let a low, obscene whistle escape his lips as he watched her shapely buttocks rolling against the tightness of her shorts.
"Jesus, you're a real little lady, ain't you, honey?" he snorted. "Man could find himself getting real worked up over a sweet piece of tail like you."
She ignored his comment and quickly poured the coke into a tall glass with ice cubes in it, and carried both the glass and the bottle by him without saying a word. She took the steps two at a time, and relaxed at last, as she settled down on her bed to study once more.
She was reading a history book when she heard the door knob turning. She glanced up in shock and watched as the door swung open with a soft, quiet squeak. Don was standing there, the whiskey bottle clutched in his hand, a twisted grin on his lips. "Just talked to my buddies," he laughed, softly. "Looks like we're pulling out of here quicker than I thought."
She nodded. "I'll tell mother," she murmured. "Now, would you mind leaving my room, I would like to get some reading done?"
He did not budge but took another pull on the bottle, smacking his lips loudly as the liquor guzzled down his throat. He grinned at her much wider, then, and something in his eyes made her flesh crawl.
"Sure hate to leave a port without unloading my rocks at least once," he said, evenly. "Makes it awful hard on a man not to get a little loving in."
She noticed his eyes on her breasts, gazing intently at the damp line of moisture that covered the cleft between them. She pulled her blouse closed, instinctively, and shivered a bit, as if she were suddenly chilled.
"That's not my problem," she said, flatly. "Now, please go. I don't want to have to get nasty about it."
"You're a real tight ass little baby, ain't you?" he chuckled. He stepped into the room and kicked the door shut behind him. "Got a smart mouth for one so young."
She swung her legs over the side of the bed as he approached and stood up cautiously. "The jokes are over, Mister," she whispered coldly. "I want you out of here in five seconds or I'm calling my mother at work."
He ran his eyes up and down her body again, this time the leering gaze in them quite obvious. She shivered and tried to step by him, but he quickly blocked her path, his arms folded across his chest.
"What's the matter, honey, don't I appeal to you?" he chuckled. "You too stuck-up for the likes of me?"
"Get out of my way, you bastard," she snarled. "I'm tired of fooling around with you, now. I mean it!"
He suddenly grabbed her by her shoulders then, and dropped his mouth to hers. She gasped in shock and choked as she felt his wet, slippery lips mashing against her own in a hungrily kiss.
"That's it, honey, fight me," he chuckled thickly, as she tried to twist her head away from his mouth. "I like it when they fight me! Damn, I ain't had no teenage pussy in months, it's about time!"
She could smell the liquor and scent of unwashed flesh on him, and it nearly made her gag as she pulled her mouth from his. She kicked at him desperately, but he merely laughed and backed her against the wall.
"Let me go, damn you, let me go," she hissed wildly. "You rotten son of a bitch, let me go right now!"
"Ohh, a tough little cunt, huh?" he laughed. "Well, we'll see how tough you are, bitch, we'll just see about that!"
His big, hairy paw came looping down out of the air and crashed hard against her cheek. Her head shot to the left as she screamed and a dull, pounding ache filled her jaw as the stars danced in front of her eyes from the blow.
She moaned dully as she felt one of his hands taking hold of the front of her blouse and tearing it open. The vicious sound of her fabric ripping filled her ears, and she screamed once more as her full, large mounds came tumbling free.
"God damn, what a sweet pair of tits," he gasped. He was shuddering violently, his breath growing rapid and forced with the effort of his breathing. "Jesus, bitch, you got the tits of a grown woman on you!"
"Ohh, dear God, don't, stop it, don't," she sobbed. She was trying frantically to pull her blouse together, and he slapped her hands away, grabbing hold of her hair with his other hand and slamming her head hard against the wall.
"Quit jumping around, cunt," he snarled. "I want see what the rest of you looks like! If your pussy is anything like your tits, I'm gonna be having myself a high old time, I bet!"
She moaned as he dug his hand down into her shorts. The sensation of his fingers slicing over her bare flesh made her scream anew, though she could hardly see for the throbbing pain in the back of her head. Viciously he ripped forward, tearing the button and zipper free on the garment. Grunting with the effort, he forced her shorts and panties down to her knees, and she sobbed wildly as she felt her loins exposed.
She was kicking helplessly as the tangled garments locked and twisted around her knees. He gripped her by the throat with one hand and held her fast, and pushed the clothing down over her calves with the other.
As the undergarment and shorts dropped to her feet, her kicking legs tossed them away from her. He was laughing thickly, his eyes leering at her nakedness, now, his lips smacking loudly as if he were contemplating a mouth-watering meal.
"Jesus, what a fucking cunt," he sighed. He ran his lingers up along her inner thigh and she groaned with a mixture of horror and same. "Ahh, smooth as silk, ain't you, baby? Just as warm and soft as a man could want!"
"Ohh, God, please, please don't hurt me," she wailed. Her voice was strained and taut, her words escaping her lips in a gasping manner. "No, no, don't touch me, God, please, don't do it to me!"
"Shit, what are you crying about, cunt?" he snarled, cupping his hand over one firm, round breast, now. "Why, I'll bet you're more than used to this! A bitch like you, with this body, you got to have used it a lot, right?"
His fingers closed around the soft, warm globe of her breast, kneading it greedily. Her thick, jutting nipple grew tight and firm against his palm and she sobbed once more as he pressed it hard against her quivering nugget.
Her head was shaking wildly as she tried to speak. "No ... no, truly, really, I ... I haven't," she gasped. "Please, believe me, please, please, now!"
He kneaded her breast cruelly, enjoying the way her flesh was warm and fevered, damp with the sweat of fear. He could feel her heart pounding behind the soft, spongy globe and from her loins, a deep, thick aroma was rising up to his nostrils.
The young girl sobbed in horror as his mouth came down over hers. She felt his lips grinding against her soft, sensual petals once more, kissing and slobbering over her tender mouth in a vicious manner.
His hand, tight against her throat, was holding her firmly against the wall. His tongue jammed harshly against her teeth and she gagged as he pushed his way, between them demandingly.
"Open your mouth, bitch," he hissed. "Open it, or I'll fucking choke you senseless, cunt! You want it that way, do you?"
She could barely breathe at this point and the terror of passing out made her do as he ordered her to. She parted her teeth and he slid his eager tongue between them. He lashed hungrily in search of her sweet, moist spear, grunting in triumph as he curled his darting prong around it.
His sucking kiss made her stomach lurch in a violent, queasy spasm and she had to gulp, desperately, to hold the bile in her throat. She could smell him now, smell not only the stench of booze and his dirty flesh, but a new odor, thick and dank, unrecognizable, but undeniable nonetheless.
She heard his zipper riding down with a loud, horrible hiss and groaned as his hand grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her own, slender fingers down to his groin. She screamed in disgust as she felt something thick and hard pulsating behind his grubby jeans, beating like a powerful engine in his trousers.
"Take it, you little fucking whore," he hissed. "Go on, take it out and hold it! Do it, baby, do it to me right now, you cunt!"
She shuddered with fear, feeling his fingers tightening on her throat once more. She knew he would hurt her if she did not do as he ordered, so she slipped her hand inside of his jeans and wrapped her long, tapered fingers around the throbbing prong.
Don gasped with delight as she gripped his shaft in her delicate fist. "Ahh, now that's the idea," he cackled. "Pull it, bitch, pump it! Get it going, baby, get that fucking meat rock hard!"
Nora sobbed thickly as she brought the man's tool from behind his jeans and held it lightly in her palm. It was beating rhythmically with the hot, boiling blood that roared through it, growing thicker and harder with each passing moment. She was horrified of it, hated how it felt in her hand. It was like an ugly, pulsating snake, pounding with evil life, wet and smelly from the passion it contained. She sobbed when he tightened his fingers around her neck, and she quickly locked her hand much tighter around the throbbing meat.
Slowly she kneaded and squeezed the huge, hot pole. She had little idea of what to do to please him, but she tried her best, moving her fingers quickly back and forth along the length of the foul shaft.
His hand was at her loins, then and she squealed with pain and sickness as he explored the warm, moist hillock. She shivered violently as he rubbed the tips of his fingers back and forth along her vaginal lips, and flicked his thumb, painfully, against her twitching clit.
Each time he snapped the fat, knobby thumb at her tender love button, the pain shot through her loins like a hot, searing, knife. She gasped in the grip of his cruel assault, kicking and twisting helplessly as he pinned her to the wall by her throat.
"You still fighting me, honey?" he snarled with a vicious mirth. "Well, that's okay, cunt, as long as you settle down when we get to business."
"Ohh, please, please, I'm a virgin, you monster, a virgin," she gasped. "Ohh, God, don't you understand, I never have, never!"
He laughed savagely and ground his mouth against hers once more. "Still cherry, huh?" he cackled. "I'll bet you are, you lying little whore!"
He slid two fingers into her pussy then, and she screamed in pain as she felt him forcing them deep into her tight, virginal passage. The pain was deep and fierce as he thrust them cruelly against her maidenhead, making her scream once more.
He rubbed the digits back and forth inside of her and laughed, coldly. "Well, God damn, you are still virgin," he hissed. "I'll be a son of a bitch!"
She gulped wildly, trying hard to catch her breath. "You ... you see?" she moaned. "Now ... please ... please don't do it to me, please, please! His laughter was vicious and cruel as it rang in her ears.
"Are you kidding, cunt?" he snorted. "Jesus, I wouldn't miss this for the world, bitch. A sweet, young cherry like you? I'm gonna blow my rocks like nothing before!"
Savagely he spun her around and threw her down on the bed. She gasped as she struck the mattress and then rolled, trying to escape the man. He cackled with glee, catching hold of the back of her shirt.
He ripped it away from her, then, and she squealed, shivering as he turned her over on her back once more and fell across her, heavily. She groaned in pain as his huge bulk crushed down on top of her.
She could feel his cock throbbing against her thighs and she squirmed anxiously, trying helplessly to avoid the pounding spear. His mouth was at her throat and he locked her hands behind her head, holding both of them in one huge, meaty fist.
"I'm getting a little tired of all this fucking around, baby," he snarled, digging his teeth into the base of one big, quivering nipple. "Now settle down, before I really hurt you, cunt!"
He bit hard into the flesh of her tender nugget and thrust two fingers into her pussy once more. The twin sensations of pain seared along her flesh and she screamed in agony, jerking uncontrollably with the effects of his assault.
Hungrily, he sucked on her quaking nipple, lashing at the sweet, pink nugget with his tongue. She sobbed as he rhythmically pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt, rolling and turning them viciously against her inner walls to widen her tender channel.
"My cock, bitch, get to work on my cock," he snarled. "Come on, you fucking little slut, do what you're supposed to do!"
Nora sobbed in throbbing agony as she felt the man kneading her mound ruthlessly with his big, square hand. His thumb was pressed savagely against her clit, now, and he was rubbing against the tiny nugget with as much pressure as he could.
To underscore his threat, he rolled her nipple cruelly between his teeth, giving her now an even more intense pain, and the helpless young girl realized that if she did not do exactly as he wanted, he would hurt her even more terribly.
Groaning with a seething combination of fear, pain and sickness, she gripped his cock tightly in her hand again, horrified by the size to which it had grown, and the savage pounding of his fevered blood, now.
She could feel the hot fluid quaking along the length of his shaft, making it pulsate violently against her gripping fingers. Harder and faster it seemed to beat, expanding wildly, as if it might burst at any moment.
She rode her soft, warm palm up and down the length of it, wildly, trembling with the awful fear that he might soon be thrusting the huge, hot weapon inside of her, and raping her with all the violence he could command.
Her poor, aching cunt was undulating uncontrollably around his plunging fingers, and he laughed as they got damp and sticky with the lubricant he had started flowing in her tight, burning channel.
"Ahh, don't you worry, baby, don't you worry about a thing," he chuckled. "I'm gonna show you a real good time, you'll see, you're gonna love it, bitch, just love it!"
She shuddered and groaned, twisting from left to right as he plowed the fingers into her relentlessly. The pain was constant and throbbing in her tight, warm tunnel, each stroke giving her even more agony-than before.
In her hand, his cock had swollen to nearly twice the size as before, and she was horrified of the thought that he would put it into her. She pounded her hand, wildly against his meat, then, hoping frantically, that she could bring him to his climax before he tried to enter her.
Faster and harder she drove her soft, warm fist at his pulsating tool. He groaned thickly, shuddering with each powerful, lovely stroke that she took. He rocked rhythmically in response to her driving hand, laughing thickly as she attacked his hard, aching shaft.
"Yeah, baby, that's the idea," he cackled. "Get old Don, ready, bitch, get him good and ready for that cunt of yours, honey!"
His lips and teeth moved against her breasts, hungrily, now, as his free hand dropped from her wrists to her boobs, also. She sobbed as she felt him kneading the quivering spheres, pulling and tugging on her flesh, demandingly.
She began to claw and punch at him, her panic rising as she felt his fingers pushing against her thighs to spread them apart. He moaned as he slipped down between the warm, wet limbs, his body quaking with the violence of his passion.
He lifted his head from her breasts and slapped her hard against the face. "You fucking slut," he growled. "Hit me again, and I'll break your God damn arm, bitch!"
He wedged himself tightly between her thighs, then, and took hold of his shaft, guiding it up to the hot, trembling petals that guarded her virginal passage. She screamed in horror and shook her head, violently.
"No ... no ... anything ... I'll do anything," she gasped. "Please, please, let me ... let me do something else ... please!"
Cruelly, he forced the thick, hot knob of his helmet against the quivering petals. "Shut up, cunt," he snarled. "I don't want anything else, I want that cherry!"
Nora's body drew taut as she felt the big, strong man forcing his cock between her vaginal lips, forcing himself inside of her. She screamed in pain and horror, twisting in a helpless attempt to escape the ruthless invasion of his tool.
She sobbed as the man pushed himself deeper into her moist, hot tunnel. Her poor, aching pit was unused to the presence of his cock, and the throbbing hurt of him was nearly more than she could stand.
The big man had no thought for her feelings at that moment. He laughed harshly, rocking from side to side as he pushed more and more of his weapon into her pit. "God, you're tight," he hissed. "Motherfucker, what a tight little bitch you are! Jesus, baby, this is great!"
"No, don't ohhh, please, please don't," she wailed, pounding her tiny fists against his shoulders, helplessly. "I'm a virgin, God damn it, a virgin, please!"
"Not for long, cunt," he cackled, digging his hands under her buttocks and locking them tightly against her flesh. "You won't have that fucking problem for long, I promise you!" She felt the huge, hot head of his cock pressed tightly against her virginal wall, and the searing pain of it roared savagely in the depths of her pounding tunnel. He grunted as he moved the thick, pulsating tool against her maidenhead, rocking his body from left to right until he was settled firmly in place between her thighs.
Now he took a deep breath and slowly drew his shaft out from her aching pit. He hissed savagely as he was nearly all the way out of her cunt, digging his fingers tightly into her spongy buttocks to hold her fast.
"Get ready, bitch," he growled. "I'm gonna make you a real woman, now!"
He rammed into her violently, then, and the girl screamed in horror and agony as the huge, pounding head of his shaft slammed into her virginal membrane and tore through it without any effort at all. She felt the slender wall of flesh parting under the driving force of his cock and she sobbed in shame as he buried his prick to the hilt in her bleeding passage.
She groaned wildly as she felt him throbbing deep in her tunnel. "Ohh, Jesus, you sweet whore," he chuckled harshly. "God, you got the tightest little pussy, you bitch, just the tightest little pussy indeed!"
He pulled back, then, massaging her buttocks cruelly as he did. She was shivering uncontrollably with the pain and humiliation of his assault. She turned her head away and mashed it tightly against the pillow as he rammed into her again.
He was pumping back and forth ruthlessly, now, twisting and turning inside of her with a cruel abandon. He had little concern, now for her own, ravaged flesh, so bent upon complete satisfaction was he, now.
Again and again he rode his hard, pulsating prong into her pussy. He laughed wildly with every stroke, twisting and shuddering as his cock reached a feverish stage of excitement in her cave.
The harder he drove into her, the closer he came to a climax. He felt her undulating walls quivering around him and the slippery, wet smack their bellies made as they met and parted rang loudly in his ears.
His shaft was throbbing with a tortured delight by this time and his gasping greed blew hot breathes of fevered excitement across her shoulders. She heard him grunting pleasure in her ears and she sobbed loudly in an attempt to drown him out.
"Ohhh, baby, gonna come," he hissed, kissing her neck, hurriedly. "Yeah, bitch, ummm, honey, gonna come so good in you, now!"
He roared into her once more, groaning savagely as a hot, thick stream of boiling come began to spurt from his tool. Through the dull, throbbing ache in her flesh, she could fell the blast of his orgasm and feel the creamy fluid of his pleasure filling her loins to overflowing.
Her shame was near total as he emptied his seed in her pit. She lay on the bed, shuddering with a dull, pulsating agony as he pumped back and forth inside of her. There was nothing she could do but endure this wretched attack, endure the horrible assault until at last he finished.
When he rolled off of her, she crawled to the edge of the bed and allowed herself to have the violent attack of sickness she had been repressing. He just laughed, cruelly and patted her buttocks, his cackle of delight ringing in her ears as he spoke.
"Thanks for the cherry, baby," he snorted. "Next time some guy puts his cock into you, remember who was the first, will you?"
He left quickly after that, and of course, neither she nor her mother ever saw him again. That evening, she soaked in a bathtub for hours, praying that she would not get pregnant from the rape, and that somehow the stink of him, and the horrid sensation of his hands all over her would go away.
On the first count, she breathed easier as her period came later that month, but on the second, it took a long time before even the first stages of her flesh's memory of his hands and rod could be erased. It wasn't until she met and fell in love with Jake Wesley that she could forget the man that raped her, and even then, the revulsion she had helped to drive her husband away from her, in the end.
CHAPTER THREE
When Maria was born, it was both the happiest and most miserable day of Nora's life. That two so different and conflicting emotions could attack her at the same time was astounding, but nonetheless, that was exactly how she felt.
She felt much the same the first time her daughter climbed in bed with her for more than the familiar and soothing warmth of a mother's embrace. For Nora, that evening had been the most sensual and horrifying experience she had ever had.
As a child, Maria was sweet and good-natured. She was a darling baby, and did not bother her mother with continual crying or demanding of attention. Her eyes were bright and searching from the time she was born, and right from the beginning, Nora had known the little girl would be special.
The little girl, while extremely well-behaved, was also into everything out of sheer curiosity. Her father often told Nora: "That kid will either grow up to be a scientist or a shrink, she's so damned interested in everything!"
Nora believed his joke, though, and felt that surrendering her own life for the welfare of the child was little enough to do, given the special nature of the little girl. Even while she and Jake were having their problems, she never allowed her own pain and fear to affect the child.
Thinking about Jake always brought a stabbing pain to her heart. She still loved him, she knew that for a fact, and even after all these years, she knew, if he stepped through the door, she would not be able to dismiss him, lightly.
She was torn between hate for him, and a pounding, aching yearning that even the passage of time had not been able to dismiss. He had given up college to support her and the baby, and it had made him bitter, for which she bore a great guilt.
She could not truly blame him for leaving her, especially after he sent them money on such a regular and responsible basis. He had wanted to succeed so badly in life, and she felt she had held him back.
In a way, she felt she deserved being left alone, being always empty in her heart when it came to love and a sense of being fulfilled. She had paid dearly for allowing herself to run wild after Don's rape. She was still paying for it, now.
Work at her beauty shop was no picnic. Even with the help of the two women that she employed, she had to put in long hours to make the business pay. There wasn't enough of it to support a larger staff, and she could never handle the load by herself, so she was caught in a bind.
She had to hire others, yet could not hire enough to ease her burden. She accepted this, and hardly ever felt guilty about enjoying herself on the weekends. She knew it wasn't the best picture to show her daughter, when she dragged a man home for a night's pleasure, but she felt she had to have some release.
Then too, she did show a good example of hard work and clean living to her girl, she felt. The men might be crude and rough, but they never dared mistreat her, and she always demanded they respect her little girl.
They did, too, for losing the affections and friendship of Nora Wesley was like being cast out as a leper in her little circle of friends. They had a tight group, with her almost sometimes the leader, and no one dared cross Nora if they knew what was good for them.
So, as she closed up the shop for the evening, Nora Wesley felt tired, and worried about her little girl, but knew, deep in her heart, that she was doing the best that she possibly could, to make a better life for her.
She thought about the girl as she walked toward her home. It was nearly a mile from the shop to their house, and in the middle of winter, the cold could chill her to the bone. Yet, she always walked except on very rare occasions, for it helped her to think about her problems, and saved on gas for their car.
This whole thing with Maria was truly getting out of hand, she thought. It was her deep, dark secret that she was terrified of anyone else learning. It nearly always sickened her to think about it, and she tried to avoid doing so as often as possible. But some things you just couldn't ignore forever, she realized, and she was determined to deal with the problem once and for all. The incident of two nights ago revealed to her the need to confront this dreadful turn of events.
I am sleeping with my own daughter, she thought, grimly. Having sex with her. It is the most horrible, disgusting thing I have ever done, yet somehow, I cannot seem to resist her when she draws close and begins to caress me.
Nora shivered with more than the cold as she walked. She realized that it wasn't merely her, now, that was leading the girl on. In the beginning, it had seemed that way, and she had suffered great shame because of it, but now, now she realized that Maria was doing the seducing, too.
The night had been all the girl's idea, every bit of it. She had come into the bedroom knowingly, actively using her lithe, young body to twist her mother around her finger. She had conned Nora right into getting her own way about staying out.
That her fifteen-year-old girl could be such a little temptress horrified Nora, especially since the little girl seemed to know just how to go about it. She always played the child, the small girl coming to her Mommy. That scared Nora more than anything, for she did not want to think that either she wanted to have sex with a little child, anymore than she wanted to consider that her daughter was learning how to use sex as a tool for getting what she wanted.
She was well aware of the fact that all women play games with sex, flirt with men and charm them with the tempting offer of themselves from time to time. She herself was not above such teasing actions, but she never did it on such a broad and serious plain as her daughter seemed to be doing.
Maria's actions frightened her. The girl was developing a wicked tongue, a teasing and toying tongue. Her mind was becoming too obsessed with control, as far as Nora could see, and an end had to be put to it.
She sighed heavily. In the beginning, when all this first started, it had seemed like such an innocent thing, even in the midst of its horrible meaning. In the beginning, the whole thing had seemed to evolve from nothing more than love and simple loneliness on both their parts They had had a fire at the beauty shop, and thus, Maria's birthday was not the usual happy event that Nora always tried to make it. Money was more than tight, it was nearly nonexistent, even with Jake's reliable check.
Normally, Nora would have thrown a big party for the girl, had her invite all her friends and lavish the child with gifts. This year, however, she had been unable to do that, and she knew that the girl was hurt.
"I'm going to be going to school in the same old clothes," Maria wailed the night before. "I'll be the laughing stock of school."
"Darling, honey, you know how things are," her mother tired to remind her. "I just can't afford anything right now, all the money is tied up in getting the shop back on its feet."
"The hell with that shop," her girl had snarled. "Borrow the money, why don't you? Do something, damn it."
She had been shocked by the girl's violent outburst and nearly slapped her for it. It had been the closest time she had come to hitting Maria in all the girl's life and the child had seen the trembling hand raised behind her mother's head.
"You're going to hit me, now?" she laughed, bitterly. "First you make sure that I dress like a beggar, arid now you're going to beat me in the bargain?"
Nora had almost crumpled into tears in that moment, not only because she realized what she was about to do, but also, because she realized that her daughter hated her for the anger she was showing.
She had turned away, defeated, her shoulders slumped while the girl went off to her bedroom to sulk. For Nora, the rest of the night was pure hell. She drank too much and sat, staring at the TV, her mind raging as she tried to cool and deaden the flames of her sorrow and shame with liquor.
For her, Maria was the source of all her meaning. The girl was her life, and to have that life despising her was unbearable. She ached to hold the child in her arms and rock her gently as she had when she was a little girl. She now yearned for the time when Maria's voice was soft and nearly squeaky, almost always declaring her love for her mommy.
In those days, she had felt nothing could stand in their way, that Maria was certain to reach a degree of greatness that she never had accomplished. In those days, she had real and true hope. A hope that seemed to be fading fast.
Now, with each passing day, her daughter seemed to get further and further away from her. She realized that the teenage years were hard, that mothers and daughters often grew estranged in those times, but her case seemed to be much more deep and ominous to her. Far more than the normal situation.
She wished she could communicate with her child, but she seemed to be speaking Maria's language less and less, lately. She seemed to be talking through a filter to the girl, a thick, heavy gauze through which things got twisted and changed on the other side of their original meaning.
It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when she finally put down her glass of whiskey and turned off the television set. She was drunk, but not dopey or stumbling. Through the fog in her brain, she was lucid and alert, and she knew then and there, that she and her child had to have a good, long talk.
She walked quietly to the girl's bedroom. The very importance of her intentions somehow made her move with great self-control and carefully measured steps. She almost faltered at the girl's door, having to gather all her courage before she could bring herself to knock.
To her surprise, the answer from within was neither dulled with sleep, nor even surly. "Come in, Mommy, I'm awake," the girl said, almost brightly.
Nora found her sitting up in bed, leafing through a magazine. The girl's face was rosy and pink, her hair done in long, tight braids. She was wearing the animal figure pajamas she used to love so much, instead of the baby doll outfit she favored more, these days.
Nora stepped over to her bed, purposefully, and sat down beside the girl, her hands folded in her lap. She did not know where to begin, and could only stare at the little girl, intently.
In that moment, she looked much younger than fifteen, more like eleven or twelve, and the picture she made in bed, her knees drawn tight to her chest, her long, supple arms wrapped around them, made Nora's heart skip a beat, and strangely enough set a tinging sensation rippling through her loins.
"I couldn't sleep either, Mommy," the girl whispered in a high-pitched, child-like tone of voice. "I was just so upset about yelling at you, I'm sorry, Mommy."
She fell forward against her mother, wrapping her arms around Nora's neck and sobbing against her shoulder. The woman shuddered at the contact and patted her girl gently on the back.
"That's all right, darling," she whispered softly. Her lips were roaming back and forth across the top of Maria's head, kissing her tenderly. "I understand, dear, truly I understand how you feel."
"Ohh, I hate it when we fight, Mommy," the fifteen-year-old sobbed. "I just hate all the yelling and arguing we do!"
Nora hugged her child tightly to her breasts, holding her fast and rocking her back and forth, lovingly. Perhaps it was the fog in her mind, the warmth of the liquor in her belly, or a combination of many things, but she soon began to feel a rippling warmth racing through her loins that was not unfamiliar to her, despite the source of her growing desire.
"Please kiss me, Mommy," the girl whispered urgently. "Kiss me and show me that you're not mad at me anymore!"
Nora chuckled, her voice raw with a sudden and demanding need that seemed to be consuming her. She smiled broadly and turned her head to the girl's, brushing her lips against the child's, tenderly.
The contact of the soft, warm petals made Nora's blood boil with a seething intensity that shocked her. She moaned quietly and when Maria did not take her head away, she found that she could not resist kissing the child a little more. It reminded her a little of the games that she used to play as a little girl, when she practiced kissing with other girls, to be ready for boys. It had been childish and innocent then, just as this appeared to be to her, now.
Their lips moved back and forth in a gentle, searching manner. The softness of Maria's petals was incredible to her mother, for she had never really thought about how sensual another woman's mouth could be.
Maria's lips were teasing and warm, so sweet-tasting and inviting, that Nora felt herself more and more drawn to the kiss, as if it were a magnet pulling her mouth tightly to the other.
She groaned, shivering a bit as she felt her girl's hand riding down the length of her spine, kneading her back through the robe she was wearing. Her body was quivering with a delightful warmth and her tongue trembling wildly behind her teeth.
She shuddered a bit more as she felt the girl's teeth parting and her tiny, pink tongue slithering between them. She felt the eager spear lashing against her own tightly clenched teeth, and the first shock of this being something more than a comforting embrace between them, tore at her mind.
"I ... darling, please," she murmured, pulling her head back a bit.
"Ummm, don't stop, Mommy, I like it," Maria giggled softly. "Ooo, this is fun, Mommy, please don't stop!"
The movement of her lips as the girl whispered urgently sent violent shivers of pleasure rippling throughout Nora's body. She gasped softly, her teeth parting and Maria quickly slithered her probing arrow into her mother's mouth.
Nora sobbed thickly as she felt the tongue lashing at hers, rolling about her mouth in a teasing, hungry manner. The delightful girl curled and danced her tongue around Nora's quivering spear, at last entwining the two prongs together in a deep, greedy kiss of wanton passion.
Nora shut her eyes tightly, feeling the harsh, tearing demand of her body's needs beginning to overwhelm her. She groaned thickly, jerking in a spasm of pleasure as she felt the girl's hand slipping from her neck down along the front of her body.
Nora could not believe it when she felt the girl's hand suddenly cupping over the top of her quivering breast. She moaned thickly and shuddered uncontrollably, the soothing, enticing pleasure of the sensation tearing through her, wildly.
"Ohh, no, darling, don't," she murmured, her voice torn and broken with the aching intensity of her pleasure. "Ummm, my sweet, that's not right, it isn't!"
"Ohh, Mommy, it's so nice, though," the little girl, whispered softly. "Ohh, I love to touch you Mommy, I do, I do!"
Though Nora's mind screamed at her to stop the girl, she could not bring herself to pull the girl's hand from her breast as Maria kneaded her full, heavy globe with her delicate fingers.
She felt the girl pinching one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth in a sweet, teasing manner. Nora shivered violently as the delicious, stinging pleasure ripped through her mound and seared a path through her flesh to her inner depths.
As the eager young girl experimented with massaging and gripping Nora's breasts, her free hand drifted down to her mother's lap and pushed its way inside of her robe. Nora nearly screamed with a tingling excitement as she felt Maria's nails slithering over her bare, warm thighs.
She found her own hands greedily toying with the buttons to Maria's pajama tops. She plucked at them nervously, unable to stop herself from freeing them, and slipping her anxious hands inside the cotton garment.
Maria sighed contentedly as Nora crushed both of her palms against the girl's small, budding spheres. The young girl felt the woman's fingers closing around her tiny mounds and she sighed once more, laughing in a husky moan of pleasure.
"They're so small and tender," her mother moaned. "So sweet and delicate, like two smooth, polished stones!"
The girl laughed again, nodding her head and pressing her lips hungrily, once more, to her mother's mouth. "Do that, Mommy," she murmured greedily. "Ummm, do that more, please, more, I love it so!"
Her hands were trembling, yet alive with greedy demand, as if they would not obey her commands in any case. She felt the tiny, hard nuggets of the girl's tender nipples expanding against her palms, and the manner in which the sweet nubs dug so anxiously into her flesh made Nora gasp with increasing hunger.
She squeezed the precious globes tenderly in her lingers, and the young girl sighed again, wrapping one of her own hands around Nora's inner thigh. The woman sobbed as she felt the fingers massaging her limb, gently riding back and forth across her flesh with increasing delight.
Gently, the young girl kneaded her way upward, gripping and squeezing the warm, quivering limb until she had reached the damp apex of Nora's thighs. The older woman moaned quietly, shuddering as the spasms of excitement drifted through her flesh, and the sensation of Maria's fingers brushing lightly against her mound made her gasp with increasing need.
Just the mere brush of the fingers across her cunt lips made the woman sob with a harsh, pounding ecstasy that burned in the depths of her pit with an unbearable pleasure. She moaned thickly, shuddering involuntarily as she felt the girl turning her fingertips against her flesh, rubbing them teasingly along the length of the hot, damp petals.
"Ohh, dear God, Maria," she moaned. "Yes, ohh, you can't, no, ohhh, yes, yes, please!"
The young girl chuckled softly and cupped her small, fragile hand over her mother's quaking mound. She gripped and squeezed the damp, trembling hillock, lovingly, rubbing the tip of her thumb, almost expertly, against her mother's expanding clit.
Nora sobbed wildly and dropped one of her own hands to her daughter's lap. She had lost all thought of stopping this by now, for the violent fury of wanting that was boiling in her flesh, had shoved all thoughts of that aside.
She tugged on the snap that held the pajama bottoms closed and heard her daughter gasping with delight as it popped free. Greedily, Nora slithered her hand inside the soft, cotton garment and felt the damp, hairless mound of her daughter's cunt, burning beneath her seeking fingers.
"Yes, Mommy, yes, there ohh, yes," the young girl cried, softly. "Oooo, that feels so nice, Mommy, so very, very nice!"
She felt the heat and dampness pouring from her daughter's cave and the shimmering warmth of the girl's desire baked her fingers enticingly. She rubbed the tips of them back and forth along Maria's hairless, vaginal lips and was shocked at the degree to which they were already moist and swollen with wanting.
The girl groaned thickly, and her sweet, sensitive petals quivered erotically against her mother's kneading fingers. She gasped as she felt Nora pinching two of the delightful lips between her thumb and forefinger, rolling them back and forth in a tender, teasing fashion.
Harsh, compelling waves of delight tore through the young girl's inner flesh, making her cunt walls undulate almost painfully in response. The girl groaned and shivered, rocking back and forth on her heels as her mother caressed her aching lips.
Her own hands grew more active as her passion and greedy wanting increased. She slithered her fingers up and down along the length of Nora's pussy lips, spreading them apart and teasing the inner flesh with her trim, sharp nails.
Nora groaned wildly, her body jerking and shuddering violently in response to her daughter's caress. She gasped thickly as she felt Maria slithering two of her fingers inside of her cave, twisting and turning them enticingly along the length of her throbbing, vaginal passage.
The young girl laughed, her throat rumbling deeply with satisfaction. Gently she pushed her fingers deeper into her mother's cunt, rolling and turning them against the throbbing flesh of her steaming interior.
"I just want to make my Mommy feel good," she giggled girlishly. "I just want to hear my Mommy voice laughing like it always does!"
Nora could not keep from jerking violently under the delightful, teasing invasion of her daughter's fingers. Her loins throbbed with wanting, her inner walls undulating beyond her control, she nearly screamed as she felt the girl bury the fingers to the hilt in her pulsating channel.
As Maria gently moved her fingers back and forth inside of her mother's pit, the woman's lips began a fevered journey downward along the girl's smooth, elegant throat. Hungrily, she kissed and licked the young girl's flesh, kneading her breasts with her one hand and massaging the teenager's mound with her other.
"You taste so sweet," she murmured breathlessly. "You feel so warm and wet, Maria, so on fire with love for me!"
The girl leaned her head back as she felt her mother's lips reaching the boundaries of her small, quivering globes. "Ohh, yes, Mommy, yes, because I want to," she groaned, softly. "I want to feel good for you, Mommy, ohhh, do I want to so much!"
Her laugh was deep and throaty as she felt her mother's lips encircling one of her tiny, pink nipples and her teeth suddenly catching it between them. Nora's tongue lashed out at the tender nugget and the young girl screamed softly in delight as she felt the eager spear lathering her aching, imprisoned pebble.
The two of them were gently swaying back and forth as they fondled and caressed each other's fevered bodies. Maria felt her mother sucking more of her breast into her mouth, and she increased the rhythm and pace of her attack on Nora's cunt as she felt the stinging delight of Nora's actions tearing through her globe.
The vaginal muscle's of her mother's cunt expanded and contracted happily around the girl's plunging digits. They grew taut and held fast, then relaxed willingly as the young girl pumped her fingers steadily in and out of the hot, slippery channel.
Each stroke Maria took made the throbbing need grow stronger in Nora's pussy, and the shimmering, almost agonizing fire that spread through her cave, made the woman feel dizzy and light-headed with ecstasy.
Again and again the finger plunged into her. Her juicy cunt was throbbing with a delicious agony by this time, a powerful, demanding greed that Nora knew could only be satisfied by complete surrender to her wanting.
Hungrily she sucked and lathered the soft, warm globe she held in her mouth. She stabbed violently at the sweet, pink nub of the girl's nipple, and thrilled to the throbbing beat of excitement she could feel in the girl's flesh.
Gently, she eased Maria back on her bed. She fell down onto the mattress with the girl, kneading and rubbing the child's clit with the tips of her fingers, flicking the sweet, hard button of Maria's love in a stimulating fashion.
The young girl jerked and trembled in response to her mother's pointed caress. Her loins ached with a pounding and rhythmic throbbing, and her lovely, supple thighs opened and closed involuntarily against her mother's probing hand.
"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, it's so nice," she sighed, contentedly. "Ummmm, you make me feel so wonderful, Mommy, you really, really do!"
Nora was almost completely consumed with desire by this time. Her loins ached from the friction of her daughter's pumping fingers, and her own breasts were full and pounding from the continual caress of the girl's gripping hand.
She slipped a single digit into Maria's pussy, then, and pressed her thumb hard against the naked, twitching dot of her clit. The girl screamed quietly in pleasure, and thrust her cunt up hard against her mother's anxious caress.
She locked her precious pussy muscles around Nora's exploring digit and held it fast. The woman gasped at the strength of the girl's loins and twirled her finger, lovingly against the wet, warm inner flesh of her cave.
Maria sobbed with pleasure and suddenly began to pull on her mother's hair. "Down here, Mommy, down here," she groaned. "Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, kiss me down here, please!"
Almost in a frenzy, now, Nora began to lick and kiss her way over the girl's firm, flat stomach. She rolled the tip of her tongue around the rim of the tender, precious navel and stabbed at the sweet indentation, teasingly.
The girl giggled and continued to pull on her hair, her small, lithe frame twisting and turning on the bed beneath her. She felt Nora plunging her finger gently in and out of her cave, and each stroke made the teenager's cunt burn more intensely with savage and consuming fever.
Nora could smell the sweet, exotic aroma that rose from her daughter pit tingling in her nostrils, and just the scent of it made her shudder with a great excitement. She inhaled it deeply, thrilling to the power and demand of the thick, heady odor, and quickly worked her mouth to the rim of Maria's throbbing mound.
Savagely, she lashed at the sweet, tasty button of Maria's love. The tender clit tingled with excitement and delight and the girl screamed once more in bliss as her mother lathered her aching nugget.
She began to pull at Nora's body, trying desperately to swing her around to face her eager mouth. Nora sighed with aching greed and allowed her daughter to position her body, until her cunt was just inches from the girl's greedy lips.
"Ohh, please, Maria, please, yes, please," she heard herself pleading. "Ummm, do it, darling, do it to your mother, now!"
She found she did not care what she sounded like in that moment. As she captured Maria's clit between her teeth and began to suck the thick, creamy juice from around the imprisoned nub, she found she could only think of the savage ecstasy they were both experiencing. Nothing else mattered.
No matter how horrible and shameful, how sinful and perverted this might be, nothing mattered to Nora Wesley in that moment but the sheer, aching need she had, and the powerful, compelling satisfaction that only her daughter could give to "her.
She sobbed wildly as she felt the girl slicing her tongue upward along the cleft between her pussy lips. An instant, searing flame of delight roared through her loins, and her inner flesh boiled with a fevered intensity unlike anything she had ever experienced down there before.
She groaned wildly, thrusting her cunt hard against the girl's eager lips and tongue as the spasms of wanting raced along the length of her tortured passage. She felt Maria driving her tongue between her cunt petals, rolling it and turning it against her aching inner walls, and her whole body seemed to be devoured by surging passion.
Greedily, the girl buried her tongue deep in her mother's pussy. Nora jerked and shuddered with uncontrollable wanting, sobbing breathlessly as she felt the teenager lathering the pit of her cave, while her teeth gnawed hungrily at the wet swollen petals that guarded Nora's aching channel.
The woman shuddered and quaked with excitement, rolling and twisting as her daughter ground her mouth against the throbbing, slippery mound. She rode her own spear downward along the cleft of Maria's pussy, and stabbed hungrily between the sweet-tasting petals, to reach the taut inner flesh she sought.
As she rode her spear deep into Maria's throbbing passage, the young girl sobbed wildly and locked her thighs tightly around her mother's head. She rocked and shuddered under the impact of her pleasure, her cunt walls undulating violently against the probing spear that was lathering them so intently.
Nora curled her fingers around the girl's taut, shivering buttocks and dug her nails deep into the spongy half moons. She pulled Maria's cunt tight to her face and sucked hungrily on the wet, dripping channel, lathering every inch of her child's hot, wet pit.
Quickly, Maria did the same with her mother's buttocks, locking her small, delicate fingers around each soft, spongy bun, holding it fast as she buried her head between the woman's hot, slippery thighs.
Together, they sucked and lathered the steaming pits at their faces, driving their tongues in and out of each other in harsh, rhythmic patterns. Each stroke was timed to give the other the maximum amount of pleasure possible, and it was not very long before both of them were writhing on the bed in almost total ecstasy.
Their tongues were frenzied in their attack, now, for their loins were boiling with need, and both of them felt the heady, consuming approach of a violent and savage orgasm inside of them.
They shuddered and rocked, bucking their cunts hard against their mouths, sobbing as the pleasure that was roaring in their pits, reached a feverish intensity that neither of them could believe.
Harder and faster they drove their eager spears into each other. Their bodies were mashed so tightly together, that they could hardly breathe for the violent, tearing fury of wanting that was boiling in their flesh.
Nora could feel her daughter's cunt walls drawing tight around her plunging arrow. She felt the muscles of Maria's pussy holding fast, almost locking together like a vise as the moment of her surrender arrived.
The young girl twisted and turned beneath her mother's darting spear. Her body was burning with need, searing with an intensity she could not believe. She sobbed wildly and ground her cunt hard against the woman's eager, sucking mouth.
"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, it's so nice, and I feel so good," she gasped. "Oooo, something funny is going to happen, Mommy, I can feel it coming, feel it coming, now!"
She squealed in delight as the hot, ripping orgasm suddenly exploded in her cave. A heady rush of pleasure swept through the length of her trim, taut channel, making her cunt walls flutter violently as the orgasm tore through her.
She thrust her cunt against her mother's plunging spear, repeatedly, then, and shivered as the ecstasy raced through the length of her pounding channel. Her head was thrown back in passion and the gasp of delight that ripped past her lips was almost as intensely pleasing to the woman, as the sensations she was experiencing in the throbbing pit of her own aching sleeve.
Now the girl drove her mouth at Nora's cunt with a total abandon. She powered her sweet, pink spear back and forth inside of Nora's pit with a vicious and lashing fury. Hungrily she sucked on the quivering lips to the woman's chamber, rolling them between her teeth as she lathered the steaming flesh within.
Nora could feel her orgasm reaching a moment of explosion deep in her cave and she gasped, breathlessly as the climax surged in her pit. She locked her legs and cunt muscles tightly against the girl's head and tongue, and sobbed with complete surrender as the moment of her release roared through her.
Her climax was powerful and intense, almost unbelievable in its pleasure as the surging waves of liquid release pulsated within her aching chamber. She felt her daughter sucking greedily on her bursting pit, drinking from the flowing channel with absolute hunger and delight.
"Ohh, my love, my darling, my girl," she gasped, twisting and turning in the aching throes of her ecstasy. "Yes, I'm coming, coming, Maria, yes, yes, yes!"
Together they thrashed about the bed in complete submission to their lust and frenzied satisfaction. Their bodies arched and trembled, shivering with more vivid delight and bursting need than they had ever imagined they would feel.
They drank deeply from each other's flowing channel, licking the creamy fluid of their love and swallowing it, greedily. The enticing shudders of pleasure tore through them again and again, until they were left weak and drained, completely exhausted by the spasms of ecstasy they had endured.
The very next day, Nora went out and borrowed as much as she could, to give her daughter the best birthday she had had so far.
CHAPTER FOUR
Nora had a wild year after being raped by Don that hot, sweaty afternoon. It was as if his brutal attack and her resulting shame had unleashed some savage and violent passion inside of her.
She turned completely around, allowing her studies to fall off completely, while she roamed the streets to late hours of the night, in search of what, she truly did not know.
Perhaps it was a sort of penance that she was doing, some sort of self-inflicted punishment for having tempted Don into her room. While consciously she did not feel in any way responsible, inside, deep down, in some way she felt a harsh and painful guilt, that only more degradation could satisfy.
She was extremely lucky in all that time that she did not get pregnant, for she had many, many men and boys. She gave herself freely to almost anyone that wanted her, as if she could only burn her sense of guilt away, by becoming utterly shameless.
Her mother worried and fretted over her, but she was like a demon, refusing to listen to anything, not even advice on how to protect herself. She threw herself into a world of sex with complete and total abandon.
Half the time, she did not even know the name of the man she was in bed with. Most of the time, it did not matter. She found herself drawn into a web of casual sex and often groups of two or more men would have her.
After nearly a year, she was little more than a whore, worse, since she of course, charged nothing for the cruel use of her flesh. She was utterly degraded by then, but had fallen so deeply into the pit of self-humiliation, that she did not know how to climb out again.
Jake Wesley saved her. If it had not been for him coming to Mike Parker's party that spring evening, she did not know where or how she might have ended up. Jake was the star football player on the local university's team, and hardly the sort to mingle with a rough hand like Mike Parker.
A friend told him there might be some action over at Mike's house that evening, however and since Jake had nothing going on, he decided to go with his friend to Mike's. Even in the midst of her frenzied state, Nora had been able to tell that the tall, good-looking young man was appalled by the scene.
Kids were drinking and screwing in front of each other, and Jake's eyes took it all in with a sickening glow to them. His lip was turned up in a grim snarl of distaste and he was about to leave when he noticed Nora in the corner, being pawed by two boys.
They had grown up together as neighbors and even though Jake was older, they had been at least casual friends. When he saw her, he crossed the room quickly and grabbed hold of her hand, pushing the other two boys aside.
"Come on, let's take a walk," he snarled.
The two boys glared at him, but did nothing, for he was twice their size. Meekly, the first hint of embarrassment flooding her cheeks, Nora followed Jake out of the house to his car.
"I thought we were going to walk," she said, boldly. She was trying her best to cover her embarrassment through nasty behavior.
"Get in, God damn you," he snarled. "Before I throw you in the car!"
She snorted and climbed into the passenger's side, while he quickly stepped around the front of the car and got in behind the wheel. He gunned the engine and took off from the curb, as if fleeing the house they had just left.
He was almost muttering to himself as he drove, glancing at her now and then with a mixture of pain and anger in his eyes. She avoiding gazing back at him, because, for the first time in months, she was feeling truly sick with herself.
"How can you do that, how can you?" he growled. "How can you debase yourself like that, Nora, just tell me that."
"What's it to you?" she sneered, fighting to keep the quiver out of her voice. "What do you care, big jock on campus?"
He pulled the car off on a side road and drove it quickly to a small overlook that peered down to a valley at the foot of the town. He shut the engine off and turned, gazing at her intently.
"I care about you, Nora," he hissed savagely. "I care what happens to you!"
She laughed cruelly. "Sure you care," she snorted. "You care so much, you got me out of there and here alone, so you could have me all to yourself!"
"Don't say that, damn you," he snarled. "Don't think that way for once!"
She unbuttoned her blouse quickly and bared her large, ripe chest to him. Her nipples were thick and erect with the chill of the night air and she cupped each globe in her palm and lifted it to him.
"Come on, big boy," she cackled. "I know this is what you want, come and get it!"
He slapped her then, hard, but not savagely. The sting of the blow was less than the shock of it and she gasped, falling back against the seat as he leaned over her. His eyes were blazing with anger as he spoke.
"You think I need to go hunting for girls, Nora," he snarled. "Even if I did, I wouldn't go looking for a pig-like slut, which is what you've turned into!"
The sickness bubbled up in her throat then, and she pushed frantically on the door handle, falling half out of the car when it came open, and vomiting uncontrollably as he held her by the arms.
"You stupid fool, you little idiot," he was snarling. "You could be decent and respected, look at yourself, just look at yourself!"
She gagged as the vile fluid ripped upward from her belly, and the pain of her retching was nothing compared to the roaring in her temples. She had had little to drink that night, and she knew very well that her violent attack was brought upon not by the liquor she had consumed, but her own self-disgust.
She shuddered as the spasms of sickness subsided and he gently drew her back into the car. She was crying uncontrollably as he handed her a handkerchief to clean her face, and then a can of soda to wash out her mouth.
He sat behind the wheel, his eyes turned away from her, staring intently out into the dark, black sky. She could feel the tension coming off of him and her own sense of guilt and embarrassment were almost unbearable.
"Please ... please say something, Jake," she moaned quietly. "I ... I can't stand this silence, I just can't!"
He turned and glared at her. "What the hell happened to you?" he hissed. "I remember you as a good, decent girl, hard-working and clean. What happened to you, Nora, for God's sake, tell me!"
She blurted it out then, sobbing wildly she fell against his shoulders and told him the whole, wretched story. He held her tightly in his embrace and cooed softly against her hair as she revealed what had been done to her. For her, it was like a moment of being completely washed clean. All the sick, twisted moments of her past came rushing out of her mind and body, leaving her empty, and finally relieved of all guilt.
Jake sat there, his body molded into hers, holding her fiercely as she slowly regained her composure. She could feel his strong arms around her, making her safe and secure, and for the first time, she felt at peace.
"You've been crazy, Nora, just crazy," he whispered tenderly. "But you don't have to be crazy any more, I promise you."
"I've been lucky, too," she laughed bitterly. "I just got my period, so I guess I escaped that much trouble!"
He chuckled warmly and patted her shoulder tenderly. He pushed her away from him, then and smiled affectionately. "Listen, there's a good bill playing at the drive-in. What do you say we catch it?" he asked.
"Why, Mister Wesley, I'd love it," she laughed, softly.
Neither one of them could ever remember what the movies were really about, for they spent the entire time talking feverishly to each other. They were lucky they weren't in a theater, for they both would have been thrown out, they realized.
As they exchanged their dreams and feelings about things, Nora felt drawn to Jake as she had never been drawn to someone before in her life. For the first time, the sensations she felt upon being touched or gently caressed were not foul and sickening to her, but enticing and sweet.
The sensations she felt tingling in her loins were pure and clean, she knew, and she found herself yearning for more than a casual brush of his fingertips along her shoulder when he made a point. She found herself wanting much, much more from him, indeed!
It was nearly one in the morning when he finally brought her home. Her mother had had to work a late shift that evening, and she knew the woman would not be home before morning. Fighting the urge to drag him into the house, and casually asked him if he would like to come in for a beer.
His eyes narrowed. "I didn't take you out for that, Nora," he whispered intently. "You don't owe me anything in exchange for an evening on the town."
She laughed, softly. "Ohh, stop it, Jake," she muttered impatiently. "I know that. I just like your company, okay?"
Grimly he nodded, shutting off the engine to the car. "As long as you remember that," he whispered. "I like you, Nora, but I don't expect you."
She laughed again and led him into the house. They went to the living room and she disappeared into the kitchen, returning quickly with two foamy cans of beer. She handed one to him, and indicated with a pat of her hand, that he should join her on the big, soft comfortable sofa.
He sat uncomfortably, which she found endearing, and it was obvious to her, that he was very nervous in her presence. She toyed with the idea of suddenly grabbing hold of him and kissing him savagely but immediately put it aside.
"You know, Jake," she murmured softly, inching a bit closer to him on the sofa. "I really don't know what would have happened to me, if you hadn't come along to jar me out of myself."
"Ohh, I think you would have done that in your own good time," he said stiffly. "After all, you're an intelligent girl, Nora."
Her thigh was pressed lightly against his leg, now, and she could feel his limb trembling a bit through the material of her dress. She leaned back against the sofa and affectionately toyed with the hair at the back of his head.
"I think you're wonderful, Jake," she whispered urgently. "I think you're about the most wonderful person I ever met."
He laughed, shaking his head slowly. "That's crazy, Nora," he sighed. "You're just happy to get out of that mess, that's all."
"No, no that isn't true," she murmured, curling her fingers around his neck and turning his head to face her. "I know it isn't true, Jake, I've always had something deep in me for you."
He bit his lower lip and held it between his teeth for a moment, almost, it appeared, to keep it from trembling. His breathing had become more labored and forced, with something more than mere desire, Nora suspected, or hoped.
"Damn you," he whispered harshly. "Damn you for being so wonderful and perfect! Damn you for being the one person I would want!"
She shut her eyes, shaking her head as the tears brimmed behind her eyelids. "Ohh, God, Jake, if you knew how that sounded to me," she moaned. "If you only knew how wonderful those words sounded to my ears!"
He groaned, falling forward, almost crashing into her. His hands were on either side of her head, then and his lips just inches from hers. They were staring deeply into each other's eyes, hers wet with tears, his blazing with intensity.
Her soft, moist mouth moved to speak and he shook his head. "Please, I don't know if I can take it," he moaned. "I just don't, Nora."
She sobbed, shaking her head angrily. "Ohh, Jesus, Jake, will you just kiss me," she hissed. "Kiss me, damn you, like I want you to! Like we both want to!"
She groaned softly as his mouth covered hers in a soft, gentle kiss. His lips were quivering with excitement against her warm, sensual petals, but he made no move to increase the force or the passion of his actions.
She sobbed thickly and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth greedily to her own. He shuddered as she began to kiss him almost savagely, driving her tongue insistently against his teeth to pry them apart.
He gasped as he felt the urgent, pink spear slashing at his teeth, and her soft, luscious petals moving hungrily over his own. She sobbed and clutched tighter, mashing her full-breasted body against his, passionately.
"Ohh, God, take me, Jake," she moaned thickly. "Ummm, I want to feel you, feel your hands and body all over mine! Kiss me, take me, Jake, now!"
He shuddered, parting his teeth and feeling the delightful sensation of her tongue slithering between them in search of his own, thick spear. She quickly entwined her slashing arrow around his tongue and mashed her mouth against his cruelly.
Her hands flew over his shoulders and chest, pulling on the buttons to his shirt and tugging the folds of it out of his trousers. Never before had anyone wanted him this much, and she could tell that the effect she had on him was powerful and compelling indeed.
His body shook with wanting as she ran the smooth, warm palm of her hand over his chest. She reached behind her back with her other hand and he heard the soft, enticing hiss of her zipper being drawn down her spine.
He felt her dress, tense with the pressure of her large, quaking breasts coming free at her back. "Take it, darling, ohhh, Jake, take it off me," she moaned.
He pulled on the sleeves to the dress and drew it down along the length of her supple arms. She shivered violently once more as her breasts, unhampered by a bra, were at last revealed to him.
He gasped as he gazed at the soft, round globes, the nipples taut and erect with the surging excitement that was tearing through her flesh. He dropped his hand to the tops of her luscious spheres and kneaded one firm, ripe mound, gently.
She shivered as she felt his fingers digging into her moist, warm flesh. The way his hand moved over her breasts, kneading and squeezing her luscious melons made her flesh tingle with a compelling demand.
Her flesh was damp and throbbing with warmth. Her nipples seemed to tingle with electricity as he brushed his palm across them. He could hear her breathing, labored and forced, ringing in his ears, and feel her hot, steaming breath bursting from her nostrils against his cheek.
Greedily, she tore at this belt buckle and trousers. She pulled frantically on his zipper, riding it down as quickly as she possibly could, until she could dig her hand inside of his pants and search, anxiously for the thick, hard shaft that lay behind the clothing.
"Ohh, Jesus, God, Nora, yes," Jake gasped, thickly. He shuddered violently as she squeezed his rod hard in her fist, pulling it out from behind his trousers. She held the pulsating shaft lightly in her hand, then, kneading and squeezing it with a rhythmic, controlled contraction of her supple fingers.
She could feel the surging power roaring through his meat, pounding as the fevered blood rapidly filled his aching tool. The young man swayed spasmodically on the sofa, groaning as she worked her fingers up and down the length of his quaking prong.
She loved the sensation of it beating rhythmically against her palm, the hot, fevered blood tearing through it, savagely. She moved her fingers up and down along the length of the shaft, pinching and teasing the throbbing meat in a wicked manner.
Lovingly, she pinched the fat, hard head between her thumb and forefinger, and he nearly leaped from the sofa in response. The aching, tortured delight of her caress left him breathless and weak, his prick quaking with a violent fury more intense and demanding than anything he had ever felt in his life.
"Ooh, it's so big and hard," she giggled softly. "Ummm, I love feeling it in my hand, Jake, I really, really love it!"
He groaned in pleasure, twisting and turning violently as she rubbed the burning helmet of his tool with the soft base of her thumb, then turned her nail and gently sliced it across the surface of his greedy rod.
The pleasure that was surging in his loins was unbelievable to the young man. His own hands were no longer hesitant, but slithered down her body, greedily and began to force the dress away from her.
She sighed, contentedly, eagerly lifting her buttocks from the bed and he was almost frenzied, then, as he pushed the dress down over her hips and thighs, allowing it to fall, silently to the floor.
She giggled as he gazed down at her crotch, covered only by a pair of sheer, pink panties, now. Her cunt was a dark, pulsating outline against the color of the fabric and he could see the dampness of her passion seeping through the material of the garment.
"God ... you're ... you're lovely," he groaned. He shook his head and shut his eyes, as if he could not bear to look upon her loveliness for very long. "Just beautiful, Nora, just beautiful!"
She laughed softly and hooked the fingers of her free hand in the waist band of her panties at the base of her spine. "I want you to see all of me, Jake," she murmured softly, as she rose up from the cushions of the sofa. "Every bit of me, I want to show you, now!"
Quickly she slithered the panties down over her hips and thighs and kicked her legs, sending them down to join the dress on the floor. He gasped in delight and hunger, as he saw her mound, then, naked and glistening with her love juice, the thick, silken hair of her loins, matted by dampness to her luscious hillock.
Achingly, his hand stretched out to caress her. She gasped as she felt his fingers slithering through her cunt hair, rolling and turning the strands around the probing digits. She moaned softly, swaying from left to right as he caressed her, her body more on fire than ever before, now.
She groaned as Jake massaged the wet, damp hillock that was her luscious cunt. She felt his fingertips rubbing briskly across her pussy lips, flicking them from left to right, sending harsh, thrilling waves of ecstasy tearing through her luscious tunnel to explode in the depths of her cave.
"Ohh, Jake, Jake, yes, yes," she sobbed, opening and closing her thighs spasmodically against his kneading fingers. "Ummm, there, my love, darling there, yes, there!"
His thumb brushed gently against the twitching nugget of her clit and she nearly screamed in delight, suddenly thrusting her cunt hard against his hand. She nodded her head and squeezed his tool tighter in her fist, pumping her hand up and down on the rod with a brisk, measured stroke.
Months of having men had taught her how to stimulate them, and she knew just exactly what to do to him to bring him to a point of near agony in his passion. She twisted and turned her fingers around his cock, slicing her nails through his flesh and squeezing it as hard as she dared.
From the way the fevered blood was racing through the prong, she could tell that in a very short time, he would be writhing in pleasure, totally unable to do anything more than enjoy the pleasure she was creating in his flesh.
Her mouth crushed hungrily at his and she hissed at him through her trembling petals. "God, Jake, you make me feel so good, I want you so badly," she gasped. "I'm yours, darling, all yours, I want only to please you, now!"
Jake Wesley leaned heavily against the back of the sofa, his thighs quaking as if they were frozen to the bone, his cock pounding with a savagery he could not believe. As her hand drove up and down the length of his palm, he felt her slithering her other one around and under his taut, hairy ball bag.
Tenderly, she cupped her fingers beneath the pulsating sack and closed them gently around the hard, hot container. He moaned thickly as he felt her fingers massaging his balls, rolling them back and forth against the soothing warm of her sensual digits.
Her passion for him was increasing rapidly as the young woman kneaded his balls and powered her fingers along the length of his tool. She loved the sensation of his come and blood churning in the taut, hot bag, and the way the boiling, fluid tore savagely through his pounding manhood.
At her cunt, his fingers were kneading and fingering her wildly, slithering up and down the length of her vaginal cleft, teasing her inner flesh, deliciously. She sobbed and moaned, jerking erotically each time he penetrated her cave with the tips of his searching spears.
Her mouth now began to ride down over his chest in a greedy, kissing fashion. He sobbed as she rolled her tongue over his flesh and lathered the rim of his navel with the tip of her sweet, pink spear.
"God, ohhh, Jesus, honey, Nora, good," he moaned, jerking spasmodically as the young girl drew closer to his groin. "Ahh, baby, baby, there, right there, yes!"
She laughed softly and slithered her moist, stabbing spear through his pubic hair curling it teasingly around the root of his throbbing weapon. Jake shuddered violently as she lathered her way upward along the length of his tool, licking and stabbing at his flesh, hungrily.
He felt her teething nibbling at his hard, pounding weapon and the sheer pleasure of her mouth against his flesh was almost more than he could stand. He groaned wildly, jerking with the harsh, aching need he felt.
Her lips were soft and sensual as she moved them around the rim of his helmet. He felt her darting tongue stabbing at his shaft, lathering his flesh, greedily as she rolled it over the hot, angry surface of his flesh.
Jake shuddered violently as Nora slashed at his aching cock head. He moaned with a rumbling groan of pleasure in his voice and shivered in ecstasy, his whole body consumed with lust as her mouth attended to his flesh.
Hurriedly, he ran two fingers beyond the wet, swollen petals of her cave and buried them deep in her steaming tunnel. She screamed softly with delight as he thrust the seeking prongs into her pit and gently turned them back and forth against the hot, quivering inner walls.
The gasp of pleasure that escaped her lips was thick and tortured as he pushed his fingers deeper into her hot, wet passage. Her cunt muscles kneaded and flexed around the buried spears and she shivered uncontrollably as his gentle caress made her inner walls quake with near agony.
Slowly he began to ride his fingers back and forth inside of her, teasing and massaging the undulating flesh of her inner walls. She sobbed and nodded, moving her mouth rapidly down to the base of his tool once more.
Her tongue sliced through the hair that covered his balls and lashed at the hard, tortured rocks, viciously. He gasped as he felt her lips parting against his throbbing bag, and her tongue suddenly gathering his tortured stones into her warm, moist mouth.
As her lips and teeth locked around his bag, trapping his balls inside, lie groaned with pleasure, the fiery lust seething even hotter in his groin. She could feel the heat of his passion in his flesh, and she laughed in delight, flicking his balls back and forth against her cheeks with the tip of her sweet, pink tongue.
She blew a steady current of warm air against his flesh, and the young man shuddered violently under the savage ecstasy she was giving to him. He felt her sucking hard on the stones, bearing down on them with all her power, while still kneading and massaging his prick with her soft, pink hand.
He shuddered violently once more, almost unable to move as she sucked on his balls. "Ohh, Jesus, Jesus, that's so good," he moaned, lurching to the side as she tugged on the bag with her teeth. "So damn good, Nora, yes!"
From the way his flesh was burning harshly, she knew that an orgasm was building rapidly in his groin, and she wanted to do much more before the moment of his release arrived.
Quickly she worked her mouth back up along the pulsating shaft, licking and stabbing with her tongue until she reached the pounding rim of his aching helmet. She locked her teeth against the hot, hard knob and sucked it quickly into her mouth, making Jake nearly scream with delight.
She slid the huge, hot bulb down the taut, moist channel of her throat, and her silken inner walls undulated delightfully against his rod as she buried it deep in the recesses of her velvet tunnel.
She was sucking hungrily on the root of his tool, then, gently twisting and turning her lips around the base of his throbbing weapon. She slowly brought her mouth back up along the pounding spear, and flicked her tongue feverishly at the head of the captured prong.
For Jake Wesley, the ecstasy was so intense, that he did not think he could endure much more of it. Already he could feel the familiar throbbing in his balls, and the pounding in his shaft reaching a point of explosion.
He pushed the girl almost away from him, shuddering violently as her mouth left his fevered tool. "I want you," he hissed, his voice twisted with the seething desire he had for her. "God, Nora, I want you, now!"
She nodded wildly, and lay down along the length of the sofa, spreading her thighs apart, eagerly. "Yes, my strong, hard Jake, take me, now," she sobbed thickly. "Ohh, I need you inside me, Jake, need you inside me right now, please!"
The young man sighed heavily as he drew his body over hers. He felt her hands clutching at his shaft, eagerly guiding it toward the hot, wet entrance to her thundering chamber.
He gasped as his prick head made contact with the wet, slippery opening to her cave. Her pussy muscles fluttered violently against the aching helmet of his shaft and she was pushing, savagely on the rod, then, forcing it inside her luscious pit.
"Now, Jake, fuck me, now," she sobbed, thrusting her cunt up hard against him. "Umm, take me, darling, ohh, take me hard, right now!" Jake groaned as he eased his prick into the taut, gripping passage of her cunt. The first sensation of her muscles locking around the invading prong, eagerly drawing it deeper into her pit, made his loins shudder with unbelievable delight.
He shuddered violently as before and wedged himself tighter against her thighs, rocking gently back and forth as he pushed his cock along the hot, slippery path of her lovely inner sleeve.
The young girl sighed with a contented bliss as she felt Jake's tool filling her channel completely. Never before had a cock felt so wonderful inside of her, never before had she been so thrilled by one beating against her inner flesh.
"Now, darling, yes, right now," she murmured as he buried his weapon to the hilt inside of her. "Ummm, good, Jake, it feels so very, very good!"
The young man was almost beside himself with pleasure by this time. He slid his hands beneath her buttocks and pulled her tightly to him, feeling the undulating warmth of her spongy cheeks quivering against his palms.
Greedily he began to ride his shaft in and out of her pit, rolling and turning with every stroke that he took. She followed his rise and fall perfectly, and soon they were matched in rhythm and pace as their passion grew more fierce and consuming in their aching loins.
Harder and faster the young man drove his tool into her. Each stroke became more frenzied than the last, each thrust more violent and demanding. She felt his hard, thick prong tearing into her cunt relentlessly, and the overwhelming delight of him fucking her, made her weep with pleasure and joy.
Again and again he rammed his thick, pounding meat into the depths of her tunnel. Her cunt walls fluttered and quaked around the plunging shaft, and her muscles kneaded him savagely. She tossed her lovely head from left to right on the mattress, and the sweat of her passion poured from her body.
He could feel the rumbling of release building swiftly in the depths of her cave, then. Her cunt was locking tightly around his tool, squeezing it almost to a degree of savage pain. He knew that she would soon be writhing in the grip of a climax, and he slammed into her with all his power and force to urge it on.
The young girl shuddered as she felt her release bursting free inside of her. She locked her cunt muscles tightly around the tool, holding it deep in the pit of her cave and thrust herself upward, grinding her belly against his, savagely.
"Ohh, Jake, yes, I'm going to come," she moaned wildly. "I'm going to come so good, so very good, right now!"
She began to thrash uncontrollably beneath him, then, and he felt the steaming, thick wave of her orgasm washing over his rod, as he buried it again inside of her. She shuddered and quaked, kneading his flesh, urgently with her muscles, her lips pressed hungrily to his shoulders.
In his groin, the demand of his own passion was seething to a point of explosion. He rammed his cock in and out of her wildly, then, unable to control his lust any longer as it roared in his groin.
Harder and faster he tore into her pit. Each stroke was more violent and savage than the last, and the steaming fluid that churned in his balls finally exploded in his sack and tore through his rod, viciously.
The hot, thick bursts of come began to spurt from his tool and he screamed wildly with pleasure as he pumped his seed into her. "God, I'm coming, Jesus, so good," he moaned. "Yes, Nora, ohhh, baby, coming in you so good, now, yes!"
She began to cry in pleasure and joy as she felt his throbbing tool spurting his come into her cave. She locked her arms and legs around him and swayed back and forth, enjoying every pulsating thrill that rumbled inside of her cave.
For her, the moment was one so complete and fulfilling, that she felt she might never need to climax again. She merely shivered and groaned, enjoying every single tremor that rippled through them.
How could anything be bad after this, she was thinking. How could such a lovely, wonderful sensation, with such a kind, gentle man result in anything but the purest of pleasures and satisfactions?
A month later she found out that she was pregnant.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nora was determined that her involvement with her daughter would end. That night had frightened her, as nothing else ever had. She could see the glimmer of amusement in the girl's eyes each time they glanced at each other. Obviously, Maria felt smug and secure in her sense of control.
Subtly, she began to tell Nora more and more, what she would do, rather than the other way around. The woman found she was losing her hold on the girl, growing more and more unable to demand respect from the teenager.
It was not that Maria defied her openly. That, clearly, wasn't the girl's style. She preferred to use the round-about method of dealing with things. She could be coy, charming or fragile. All the while, teasing and taunting her mother just beneath the surface of her smooth, liquid voice.
"But, Mommy," she would murmur in her soft, sweet whine. "I have to go to this party, all the kids will be there, I just couldn't miss it, please!"
Or it would be this movie, or that dance, or any number of a dozen other things she might want. More and more, she observed her daughter learning and using all the tricks in the trade to get her way.
For Nora, the prospect of what her little girl was turning into not only sickened her, but filled her with an enormous sense of guilt. She could not escape the thought that it was all her fault for spoiling her as a little girl. More so, for allowing what had happened between them, to happen not once, but twice.
While she did not consider herself a religious person, she did feel a great sense of sin about what she had done. More than even the feeling of perversion she had about the act, the great sense of evil and sin pervaded her heart and mind.
She had tried to pray, but found she could not. God would not hear her, she was certain. He would either turn a deaf ear to her pleas for forgiveness, or just be firm in His resolve to force her to work it out for herself.
Either way, it was her problem, and she would have to deal with it. One way or the other, she was intent on not ever having it happen between them again. She was determined that the last time, would be the last time.
She noticed that her daughter had the habit of brushing against her often, now, something she had not done since she was a little girl Maria's manner of touching her to make a point these days was not a mere gentle flick of the hand, but a calculated caress that often sent shivers racing up and down the length of Nora's spine.
She feared for her daughter's mind, for she realized that if the little girl thought she could get her way, in this fashion, it could truly damage her in the future. How to turn her around, make her see that this was not right was Nora's problem.
Though the woman had been lonely and depressed many times in the past, she was growing more and more so, lately, and for the first time in years, truly considering the idea of marrying again.
She had found no one in all that time, that she could feel love for, the kind of passionate, joyful love she had for Jake. She had been firm in her conviction that marriage for the sake of having a man around would be disastrous, but more and more, she had to face the fact that her daughter needed the influence of a man.
She had to learn that not everyone, especially not every male, could not be wound around her little finger like so much twine. Maria had to learn that people were not objects to be moved at her slightest whim in any direction that she chose.
Nora would have to marry again, have to bring a strong, stern man into her little girl's life, but the prospect did not cheer her. How could she marry someone that she did not love, she wondered. And, unfortunately, that was just the case with all the men she knew.
She liked them, but she was not in love with any of them. They were fun to have around, decent in bed, but she did not yearn for their continual presence, did not ache to have them beside her night after night.
It was not that she did not yearn to be in love, it was just that she wasn't and that made the idea of choosing and marrying someone, all the more empty and painful to her.
But she was resigned to it, determined to sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of her daughter. She could stand a man, could get used to the presence of someone she did not truly love, if only she could save Maria from the horror she was becoming.
As the months passed and the girl's sixteenth birthday approached, they were like two wary enemies sharing the same plot of land. The war between them was always cool and guarded, they had less blow-ups, but the tension built, steadily.
Just as she held herself back from having much physical contact from the girl, so did she have to keep her temper under control. She realized quickly, that if she were not going to touch and caress Maria, the awful urge to strike her increased.
More and more the girl was going out late, coming home in a condition that spoke of partying hard and long. She was amazed that the girl's studies did not falter, and examined her report card closely, when she found the girl still was getting all A's and B's. She was positive the card had been altered, but could find no evidence of the fact.
Her search for a suitable man was proving to be a lesson in frustration. The closer she looked at each available candidate, the less suitable they became in her eyes. Some were too stupid, other's too crude. A man could be one thing, when you took him as an occasional lover, she realized, quite another when you considered him as a mate.
Naturally she did not let on that she was even thinking of marrying anyone. That would have brought the suitors to her in droves, she knew, and that was the last thing that she wanted to have happen.
She wanted to observe and decide without anyone's knowledge. She did not want to be pressured into a selection, any more than she wanted her daughter to know of her plans. She was certain that if the girl knew, she would either fight the decision all the way, or worse, try and maneuver her selection into someone she herself could manipulate.
So, Nora kept her secret decision to herself. She remained the woman that everyone wanted, without letting anyone know, that one of them would be selected. She realized that time was running out, and the fact of that, made it all the more depressing to her.
Naturally, since Maria knew nothing about her decision, the girl could not possibly conduct herself in a manner that would please her mother, nor be very subtle in her constant attempts to control the situation.
As time passed, Maria got on her mother's nerves more and more. Feeling pressured into having to do something, and growing to dislike her ungrateful daughter more and more, did not help Nora's mental state very much.
It was hard enough dealing with the girl on any sort of a normal basis, but when she had to suffer the girl's continual attempts to get her way in everything, while she was trying to find a father for her, it became just too much.
When Maria came home with the demand that Nora pay for her enrollment in the local university's acting course, it was the last straw. The cost was five hundred dollars for one semester and Nora just could not afford it.
"Jesus," Maria grumbled. "You make a mint off that shop, what the hell do you do with it, I wonder."
"That's enough, we won't discuss it," her mother snarled angrily. "I'm am trying hard to save the money so that you can go to school after you graduate, I can't be spending it on every little thing you desire, Maria."
"Mother, this is important," the girl snapped. "I need to learn how to act, it will help me in any sort of career I choose, don't you see that?"
"That doesn't make sense," her mother countered. "What you need to learn, is how to deal with people on an honest level, not how to pretend for them."
Maria sighed sourly and shook her head. "God, mother, grow up," she hissed. "People con each other every day, I should learn how to play the game before I get left out in the cold, damn it!"
"Now you listen to me, Maria Wesley," her mother growled. "I have tried to bring you up to be a decent person, I am not going to spend money so that you can learn how to be just the opposite!"
"You're so out of it," the girl laughed, cruelly. "It's no wonder that your life is so pitiful, mother. You never learned to play the game, you'll always be someone that's led around with a ring through her nose."
"That's enough," he mother snapped. "I won't have you insulting me, Maria, I just won't have it."
Her daughter grinned at her coldly. "Why not, mother," she sneered. "You take shit from assholes all the time in that stupid shop of yours, you ought to be used to it by now, I would think."
Her mother was standing beside her then, glaring down into her daughter's cold, defiant eyes. She was trembling violently, the anger and hurt seething in her flesh as if she were being scourged by a lash.
"You are a vicious little bitch, Maria," she whispered coldly. "A cruel and vicious little monster."
The girl snorted in contempt. "What I am, is with it, mother," she growled. "While you are without it, obviously."
She got up from the table then and began to walk toward the hallway. Nora caught her wrist and pulled her back around to face her. Their eyes locked in a cold, angry glare and Maria glanced pointedly at her wrist.
"You're hurting me, mother," she whispered savagely. "I don't like being hurt, and I don't let anyone do it to me."
"You need a good beating," her mother hissed, her voice trembling on the edge of a scream. "You need to have an inch of skin peeled off your vicious little butt."
"Are you going to do that to me, mother?" the girl chuckled coldly. "Are you going to be the one that beats me black and blue?"
Their glaring gaze held fast for a few more moments, both of them trembling violently. In her daughter's eyes, Nora could see the cold, cruel look of contempt, a vicious, mean stare that regarded her as less than human.
She ached to hit the girl. Ached to begin slapping and kicking her and not to stop until the teenager was screaming and begging for mercy. Even the fantasy of doing it was powerful and delicious to the woman, then.
Savagely, Maria pulled her wrist from Nora's hand. "I'm going out, mother," she growled. "I don't know when I will be back, so don't wait up for me."
"You're not going anywhere, young lady," her mother snarled. "You can just trot right up to your room and stay there until I tell you differently."
The girl spun around and gazed intently at her mother, then. "Oh, really?" she whispered softly. "Is that how you really feel, mother?"
"Don't play games with me, Maria," Nora hissed. "I'm not kidding this time, get to your room, you little bitch!"
The girl smiled broadly and took a step toward the woman. "Ohh, come now, mommy," she whispered in a soft, warm voice, her face relaxing into an innocent prettiness, then. "You don't mean that, do you, Mommy?"
As if she were someone threatening her with a weapon, which in a way, Maria was. Nora began to back away from her approaching child. She shook her head slowly, her lips trembling with fear and the uncontrollable desire she always felt building in her loins whenever her girl took that tone of voice with her.
"Please, Mommy, don't be mean with me," the girl cooed lovingly. "I hate it when you're mean with me, Mommy, hate it so much."
"Don't try this, Maria," her mother whispered in a quivering, almost frightened voice. "Don't do this, now, damn it!"
The girl chuckled softly. Her hands were locked in front of her waist and she was swaying on her toes as she walked toward the retreating woman. Her smile was broad and alluring, now, her lips moist from her tongue and glistening enticingly.
"Don't run away from me, Mommy," she murmured sensuously. "I want you to be near me, Mommy, so very near me, now."
Nora's legs struck the back of the couch in the living room and she gasped as she sat down heavily. Her daughter was standing over her then, her eyes smoking and inviting, her tiny breasts straining against the blouse she was wearing.
"Ohh, Mommy, what do you fight me so much?" she sighed, childishly. "You know I love you, Mommy, only you!" Nora groaned as she watched her daughter slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She gulped in almost terror, and tried to tear her eyes away from the dancing fingers as they plucked at the buttons. She found she could not move her head, though, and her eyes were locked on the fingers as they pulled the blouse free from her skirt.
The girl sighed contentedly as she pulled the blouse away from her shoulders and allowed it to slithered quietly down her arms to the floor. The tight, shapeless bra that she was wearing was transparent and Nora could see the dark pinkness of the girl's nipples growing taut and erect behind the filmy fabric of the blouse.
"Please, Maria ... " she stammered softly. "God, please, stop this at once!"
The young girl laughed and tossed her head, throwing the long, tawny mane of her hair about her shoulders. "But, Mommy," she cooed, gently. "I know you want me, I know you need me, and I want you to have me!"
The girl dropped her hands to her skirt then, and toyed with the button that held it shut. She pulled it free, giggling softly, and then ran the zipper down the side of her hip, with a quiet, purring hiss.
Nora gasped, her loins beginning to throb with a compelling warmth as she watched the garment slide down her daughter's hips and fall into a puddle around her feet. Her eyes locked on Maria's smooth, supple thighs, and the dark, quivering mound of her cunt, pulsating behind the bikini underpants she was wearing.
These too, were transparent, and the woman could see the luxurious thatch of hair that had recently grown there, its silken texture clear, even through the panties that hugged her hips so enticingly.
"I know how much Mommy, loves her little girl," Maria cooed affectionately. "I know how much she wants her, too! And Maria loves her Mommy, and wants to make her happy if she can!"
Nora felt a sob catching in her throat as the girl reached behind her back and expertly unfastened her bra. The slender garment slithered down over her arms and dropped to the floor, at last revealing the firm ripeness of her budding globes.
Gasping with hunger and revulsion at her own desire, Nora gazed intently at the soft, spongy mounds as they rose and fell so delightfully with her daughter's labored breathing. A dampness was between the precious spheres, and a single line of sweat ran down her belly from her lovely cleft.
She watched the girl cupping her hands beneath the mounds and lifting them in offering, her thumbs flicking back and forth against the nipples until they were hard and quivering like two rosy pebbles.
"God, ohhh, God, don't," Nora sobbed, shuddering with a harsh, violent tremor of wanting that ripped through her loins. "Please ... Maria ... I ... no, no, please!"
The girl laughed, her voice a mixture of taunting and excitement as she ran her hands down over her smooth, flat stomach and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties. Slowly she dipped her legs and pushed the garment down over her hips and thighs, rising once more as she allowed them to drop to her feet.
Nora shuddered with a mounting excitement as she gazed at the girl's naked, quivering hillock. Already a bit of moisture was seeping from her cave, and the hair that covered her lovely mound was glistening erotically with the creamy lubricant that dripped from her precious chamber.
Lovingly, the girl ran the tips of her fingers up and down the length of her vaginal lips. She sighed with pleasure as she caressed herself, and rocked gently back and forth on her heels as she massaged her tender mound.
"Ummm, I wish it were your fingers here, Mommy," she whispered intently. "Ooo, yes, Mommy, it would feel so much nicer if you were doing this, I know!"
Nora's body was shivering violently as the girl began to bend over toward her. In. her nostrils was the slight tingling that came from inhaling the pure, delicious odor of her daughter's passion and she gasped as the scent grew stronger with each passing moment.
"Kiss me, Mommy," Maria whispered urgently. "Ohhh, please kiss me, now, Mommy, I know you want to, please!"
Groaning as if in pain, the woman gasped and shut her eyes as she felt her daughter's lips brushing past her own. She shivered violently, rocking from left to right, half out of pleasure, half in a pitiful attempt to escape the pleasure the girl was offering to her.
The soft, sensual caress of Maria's lips against her own made Nora groan with an aching need. Maria's lips were as sweet and luscious as ever, as warm and teasing as she remembered.
Gently, the girl brushed her wet, tasty petals back and forth against her mother's quivering mouth. She darted her tongue back and forth against Nora's teeth, teasing and prying them apart, playfully.
She shivered as she felt Maria's tongue entering her mouth, lashing hungrily at her own, thick spear. When the two arrows entwined, the woman sobbed with pleasure, while her mind screamed with horror and despair.
Her hands were clenched at her sides, trembling violently against the urge she had to reach up and touch her daughter's warm, damp body. She felt Maria's fingers slithering down over the front of her body, catching hold of the zipper to her sweater and pulling it free.
She gasped thickly as Maria slithered her hands inside of her sweater then, and quickly-pushed the bra that she was wearing, up and away from her quivering breasts. The woman sobbed as the young girl cupped her hands over her full, heavy globes.
She felt Maria's fingers kneading and caressing her breasts, rolling the nipples back and forth between her thumbs and forefingers. Sharp, stinging waves of pleasure tore through Nora's flesh as the girl fondled her heavy mounds. Each pinch of her nipples made Nora gasp with an exquisite suffering, and she felt herself growing dizzy and light-headed from the pleasure she was receiving.
"You ... you must stop," Nora groaned, feeling Maria's kiss becoming more fevered and demanding against her lips. "God ... no ... Maria, we ... we can't!"
The girl laughed, ignoring her mother's pathetic refusal completely. She rode her lips greedily back and forth against the woman's mouth, and kneaded the big, warm breasts she was holding, hungrily with her fingers.
Nora felt the girl settling down on her upper thigh, then, rubbing her damp, warm mound back and forth along her limb, pushing her skirt upward to her hips. She could feel the seething wetness of the girl's flesh against her own and the pulsating heat that pumped from Maria's cave was searing and intense against her limb.
"Don't talk, Mommy, don't refuse me," whispered the anxious girl. "Ummm, it's so good, isn't it, Mommy? So very, very good, I know!"
Nora sobbed as she felt her daughter's one hand slithering suddenly down over her stomach to her crotch. She shivered violently as she felt Maria urgently forcing her hand into the panties she was wearing.
As the tips of the girl's fingers slithered through her cunt hair, the woman nearly screamed with the aching pleasure the caress was giving to her. She bucked spasmodically, moaning as she felt the hand kneading her mound with an anxious intensity.
The fingers rubbed gently at her vaginal lips, pulling and tugging "on them with a nearly cruel insistence. Nora's flesh felt as if it were on fire, and she sobbed as the girl rubbed briskly at the tender nub of her clit.
Sharp, delightful waves of pleasure were racing through her cunt, now. Each stroke of the girl's fingers made the fires of wanting burn hotter in the pit of Nora's cave. She shuddered and jerked about the sofa, her thigh now damp from the love fluid that was pouring from her daughter's cave.
She felt her hands coming to life, unable to keep from reaching out to the girl any longer. She sobbed quietly as she cupped her palm over the teenager's cunt and breast, kneading both moist, trembling spots with a growing passion.
The sweet, pert nipple atop Maria's breast trembled violently as Nora brushed her fingers across it. The girl groaned thickly, swaying from left to right on her mother's leg, grinding her cunt down hard on the taut, tense limb. Her pussy was throbbing with need as Nora's fingers lightly caressed it, and the girl gasped with delight as she felt the woman rubbing the twitching button of her clit.
The two of them were gasping harshly, now, their fevered breathing erratic and labored as their pleasure grew to a throbbing, consuming pitch. Greedily, Nora massaged her daughter's cunt and breasts, pinching and squeezing the nipples and lips of her mound and boobs in a harsh, demanding fashion.
"Ohh, God, Mommy, ummm, that's nice," the girl whispered intently. She thrust her cunt hard against the fingers massaging it, and fell forward against her mother's body, heavily. "Yes, Mommy, make me feel so nice, yes, yes!"
Their mouths attacked each other savagely, lips and tongues lashing and sucking with a mounting frenzy. The girl's fingers gripped and squeezed Nora's breasts, cruelly, pinching the nipples between her digits until the woman was gasping with an enticing and consuming mixture of pain and pleasure.
At her cunt, the young girl had already massaged the lips to her cave to a point of swollen readiness. Her mother sobbed as she pushed two fingers into the hot, damp channel and turned them slowly back and forth inside the hot, wet sleeve.
Nora nearly screamed in ecstasy at the rude invasion. Her inner flesh throbbed with a fierce and boiling greed, and her vaginal muscles expanded and contracted wildly around the plunging spears.
She rocked back and forth on the sofa as Maria pushed her fingers to the depths of her channel, burying the prongs to the hilt in Nora's steaming tunnel. The woman could hardly breathe for the pleasure and excitement she was experiencing, and she greedily attacked her daughter's pit with her own, frenzied digits, now.
As she rubbed her palm briskly back and forth across the girl's tender nipples, she began to probe the moist, warm entrance to Maria's cave. The young girl shuddered uncontrollably on her mother's knee as she felt the searching prongs spreading the lips to her pussy apart.
"Yes, Mommy, ummm, yes," she cooed softly. "In there, please, Mommy, just like me, put them in there, now!"
She thrust her cunt forward along Nora's thigh and the woman responded by pushing two of her digits into the eager passage of Maria's cave. The young girl sobbed with delight as the fingers penetrated her hot, taut channel, and she flexed her muscles, urgently around the invading prongs.
Slowly, Nora twisted and turned her fingers along the length of her daughter's wet, gripping channel. She felt the inner walls expanding and contracting violently against her probing spears, and the warm, thrilling heat that burned in the girl's inner flesh stimulated her actions, nearly as much as the girl's own fingers did.
The greedy lust that was consuming them rapidly, knew no bounds by this time. Passion and the satisfaction of their desire became the most important thing to them. Even as her mind was reeling from the horror of her surrender to desire, Nora felt her body, urging her on with every fevered beat of her heart.
Hungrily, Maria's lips began to slither down along the smooth, warm flesh of her mother's throat. She licked and stabbed at the graceful line of Nora's neck, passionately, while gently pumping her fingers in and out of the woman's tortured passage.
Nora gasped with pleasure as she felt the girl's lips encircling one of her breasts, and her sweet tongue stabbing at her pert, taut nipple, teasingly. The teenager caught the nipple between her teeth, then and sucked it greedily into her mouth.
Nora sobbed as she felt Maria rolling her tender nugget back and forth, sucking and lathering the trapped morsel with her pink, pointed tongue. The shimmering delight that she experienced from the attack was almost too much for the woman to bear, and she groaned uncontrollably, as the wanting grew powerful in her loins.
"God, so good, so damn good," she moaned, wildly. "Ummm, darling, baby, Maria! Yes, my sweet, yes my pet, yes, yes, yes!"
The girl laughed in a throaty triumph and rolled her fingers savagely back and forth along Nora's inner channel. She felt the hot, gripping walls of Nora's cunt, kneading and undulating violently, and the thick, creamy fluid that poured from her mother's pit now coated her fingers with a rich, sticky film.
Nora could do little more at this point but sit there, shivering with the pleasure that was washing over her flesh. She pumped her own, taut digits back and forth inside of Maria, increasing the rhythm and pace of her attack, as her own desire reached a state of complete command.
Her cunt was on fire, now, blazing so fiercely with lust, that she could barely breathe, let alone move to any great degree. She felt as if her entire body was one huge sexual organ, being stimulated incredibly by her eager daughter's hands and mouth.
She felt the girl sucking and licking her breasts, gnawing greedily on her fleshy mounds with her perfect, even teeth. She sobbed as the child lathered her globes passionately, all the while continuing to pump her fingers ruthlessly back and forth along Nora's steaming tunnel of lust.
Faster and faster the fingers drove into her. Her cunt was so alive with passion, boiling with so much intense wanting, that for a moment, she did not realize that Maria had slipped off her knee and was now kissing her way down over her breasts and stomach, eagerly drawing close to her throbbing cave.
Nora shuddered out of control as she felt the girl's mouth suddenly covering her hot, aching mouth. The first lash of the girl's tongue at her clit made the woman scream softly in delight, and thrust her cunt up hard against the girl's eager lips.
"I'm going to eat you, Mommy," Maria giggled fiendishly. "I'm going to lick and suck and eat you so good!"
Nora sobbed as she felt the girl's tongue rolling around the rim of her hillock, lashing ruthlessly at her clit now and again. She jerked and shuddered as the sweet, pink dart stabbed at her throbbing button, sending roaring waves of agonized delight tearing through her fevered tunnel.
The tongue was a living, warm engine of bliss that licked and stabbed at Nora's vaginal lips with an increasing fury. The girl lathered the cleft between her mother's petals, greedily, riding the spear up and down the length of them with a building fury that was driving the woman mad with desire.
Nora could not help herself. She clasped her hands tightly against the girl's head and held it fast to her aching mound. She sobbed as she felt Maria driving her tongue between her pussy lips, suddenly burying it deep in her burning chamber.
For Nora, the pleasure was so intense, that it was nearly unbearable. She sobbed wildly, shuddering as the hot, angry waves tore through her pit, wildly. In the depths of her cave, she felt the fever reaching a burning intensity, and the aching need grow to a point of explosion.
She pushed forward off the sofa, then, unable to control her need any longer. Maria laughed in pleasure as her mother forced her to lay on the floor, and she willingly spread her thighs, to give the frenzied woman access to her own, throbbing pit.
"I want you, want you so badly," Nora groaned, running her tongue hungrily over the tiny, pink button of her daughter's clit. "I must have you, damn you, I must have you, now!"
Maria was naturally eager to allow her mother to clasp her lips to her cunt. She sighed contentedly and guided her mother's legs over her head, allowing her to settle her pussy down over her face.
She drove her tongue up into her mother's cunt once more, and locked her hands over the woman's hard, taut buttocks. Greedily, she dug her fingers into the soft, spongy half moons and pulled the woman's burning mound to her hungrily lips.
Almost immediately, Nora rode her tongue down between the petals that guarded her daughter's cave and slid it into the hot, gripping passage, ruthlessly. As Nora buried the tongue to the hilt in her pit, the girl's damp, quivering thighs locked hard against her head.
"Umm, yes, Mommy, eat me, now," the girl laughed in delight. "Eat your little girl so nicely right now, yes!"
Nora cupped her hands beneath the girl's smooth, ripe buttocks and dug her fingers deep into the warm, damp flesh. She pulled the girl's pussy hard against her mouth, and the two of them, now, were attacking each other's pussy, viciously.
Their tongue rode rhythmically in and out of each other, lashing against the hot, damp inner flesh, wildly. Greedily they sucked on the hot, damp channels, drinking the creamy juice that flowed from each other's burning chambers.
Again and again they buried their tongues to the hilt inside of each other. They twisted and turned on the carpet, locked together in a frenzy of demanding passion, their minds empty but for the thought of total fulfillment.
The thick, dank aroma of their lust filled their nostrils, and the cries of their fierce and angry desire rang loudly in the air around their heads. The sound of tongue and lips sucking and lathering was all about them, and the sensations of complete and savage passion were all that they could feel.
Harder and faster Nora powered her tongue along the length of her daughter's hot, slippery tunnel. She felt the girl's inner walls drawing tighter and tighter against her tongue, the inner muscles closing like a vise against her probing dart.
From the heat and savage thrashing the girl was making, Nora could tell she was near an orgasm, and she bore down on Maria's cunt, sucking and gnawing on her sweet, swollen cunt lips, ruthlessly.
Maria began to buck and shiver violently then, a hot, stinging wave of delight beginning to roar through the length of her burning passage. "Ohh, God, Mommy, it's going to happen," she nearly screamed. "Ummm, it's going to happen, now!"
Her mother ground her face between the girl's thighs and felt the sudden bursting of lust erupting in the young girl's channel, forcing the inner walls to quake and throb with unbelievable power and force.
As the girl shivered and jerked spasmodically under the impact of her climax, she rode her own sweet arrow in and out of Nora's pit with savage passion. She lathered the inner flesh of Nora's pussy, wildly, and sucked as hard as she could on the tender love petals that she had trapped between her teeth.
As her daughter's rolling waves of release washed over Nora's tongue, the woman could feel her own wanting reaching the point of explosion in her cave. She sobbed wildly, thrusting her loins hard against the girl's attacking mouth, gasping as the harsh, tearing climax seared through the length of her tortured passage.
"Ohh, dear God," she sobbed, thrashing savagely, and grinding her mouth down hard over Maria's face. "Yes, coming, coming so good, yes, yes!"
The girl laughed in delight and continued to suck the thick, creamy fluid from her mother's bursting passage. She lathered the inner walls of her mother's pit, wildly, thrilling to the satisfaction of reducing the woman to a writhing creature of absolute surrender. The two of them shivered and quaked on the carpet, lost in the churning sea of their fierce and consuming passion. All that either of them could feel in that moment, was the wild and tearing pleasure of their orgasms ripping through them, continually.
After several long minutes, Nora finally rolled off her daughter's body and lay, gasping on the carpet beside her. Her body jerked and trembled with delight, the aching pleasure lingering deeply in her flesh.
The girl sighed, heavily and sat up, grinning at her mother, coldly. "You need me, mother," she whispered harshly. "You can't live without me, can you?"
"Maria, darling ... I ... " the woman stammered, weakly.
The girl turned her lips into a cold, cruel sneer. "Just think of what some people would say if I told them what you do to me," she whispered savagely. "Just remember that, mother dear, the next time you try and push me around!"
With that, the girl rose to her feet and gathered up her clothing, quickly. She walked to the door leading to the hallway without a backward glance, leaving her mother to crumple into a small ball on the carpet, sobbing uncontrollably.
CHAPTER SIX
Maria Wesley gazed at her body in the full-length mirror by her bed, pleased with nearly everything she saw. Her breasts were growing, if slowly, into the big, ripe spheres she wanted them to be, and her thighs were already molded perfectly, and the flesh as taut as piano wire.
She patted her belly, admiring its hardness, and followed the length of her legs to her feet. Her ankles were finely turned and her calves shaped perfectly. Her face she did not even bother considering, for she was well aware of how beautiful she was.
God, she was glad she did not forget to do her exercises every day. Her mother could go to a chubbiness if she wanted to, but she was going to remain hard and firm, supple and lean to the roving eye of those that wanted her.
She fingered her nipples, admiring the springy tightness of them, and gently caressed the lips that guarded her virginal passage. Nobody had been able to get in there as yet, and nobody would, until she was ready for them.
Whoever got in there first, she intended to make pay dearly for that right. She wasn't about to give it up to just any man or boy. Whoever was the man that took her virginity, had better be able to afford its price.
She smiled confidently at herself. She had her acting class tonight, a bitch that it was on her birthday, but she was going to have a little fun with it, nonetheless. She already had her young teacher, Mark Blyer wrapped around her finger, and she intended to get the lead role in his next production this year.
All in all, things were going quiet well. She knew she would have to put out a little bit for the part, not that he would demand it, but it would help. She could probably get by with a simple hand-job, she thought, but she intended to go all the way with a blow-job, just to sink her claws in a little deeper.
Men were such jerks, she thought, pulling on her panties, then adjusting them around her hips. They were almost as dumb as women, she mused. Almost as easily led as the poor, weak and helpless females she knew.
She slipped into her bra and smiled as she locked the clasp behind her back. She nodded with satisfaction at the picture she made in the mirror, breasts taut and up-lifted against the bra, cunt mound tight and molded at her panties.
Since that last time with her mother, things had been much easier around the house. Nora had come through with the money for the acting class, and did not give her as much trouble as before. Maria was well aware of the fact that her mother both feared and desired her, and it made her quite happy to have the woman twisted into such a state of mind. The bitch was certain to stay out of her way, now, for she had finally come to grips with the fact that Maria was not kidding around. She was going to use everything in her power to get where she wanted, and Nora was learning not to stand in her way.
As she pulled on her sweater and skirt, she checked her wrist watch and shook her head at the time. It was nearly eight, and she would have to get moving if she wanted to make the class on time.
She checked her wallet and found she did not have enough for a cab, so she quickly grabbed her purse and skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. Before she got there, she heard voices and a quiet, yet shrill scream escaping her mother's lips.
She burst into the room, just in time to see a tall, bearded and muscular man guiding her trembling mother to the kitchen table. Nora's face was white as a sheet and she was trembling violently as if shaken with extreme cold.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Maria hissed angrily. "Who are you?"
The man looked up, his face somehow familiar and smiled broadly. "Hey there, little Maria," he chuckled. "Is that any way to say hello to your daddy, now?"
For a brief instant, the words he spoke did not register in Maria's mind. Her eyes went to her mother, than back to the man, and she felt the blood rushing to her temples as she realized the meaning of what he had said.
"You're ... you're my father?" she whispered in total disbelief. "My old man?"
The tall, bearded man swept a seaman's cap off his head and bowed low. "That's right, me little darling," he cackled. "Your poor old dad has finally come home!"
Maria shook her head, backing away from the approaching man, steadily. She could not believe it, what's more, did not want to believe it. The last thing she wanted in the world right now, was a father to mess up her life.
A pained expression came over the man's face and he paused in mid-step. "What's the matter, darling?" he murmured softly. "Don't you want to give your daddy a big hug and a kiss?"
Quickly Maria glanced at her mother. "I'm going to be late," she hissed, coldly. "I need some money for a cab."
Jake Wesley glanced at his daughter, then at his wife, his eyes hurt and confused. It was hard for him to believe her reaction to his arrival, and his hand dug into his pants pocket for bills, almost without his knowing it.
He pulled a handful of money out and thrust it at her. "Here you go, honey," he whispered softly. "We'll talk later, when you get home."
Maria nodded coldly, almost, and then turned to her mother. "I don't know how late I'm going to be," she said, evenly. "A bunch of the kids might want to treat me to something after the class."
Dumbly, Nora nodded her head. "All right," she whispered. "I'll see you - we'll see you, when you get home."
Maria nodded and turned to her father. "I'm glad your back," she said, quickly. Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. She could feel their eyes following her, until she had shut the front door behind her.
On the steps of the porch, she held her arms tightly around herself to keep from shivering violently. Her father had come home, the news was devastating. Why, she wondered, now? Why come back at all? What could he want from them?
She had no feeling for him. To her, he had always been a faded picture on the mantle above the fire place, never a real, living being. She had no more affection for him, than a passing stranger in the street.
All he represented to her, was trouble. She did not know why he had come back, but just his mere presence was enough to worry her. She had just gotten to the point of being able to control her mother almost completely, now, with him around, she could sense her firm grip on the woman lessening already.
He's not going to screw up my plans, she thought grimly. He's not going to come between me and what I want. She shook her head violently, as if responding to someone who was talking to her, ordering her around.
"No," she whispered savagely. "No, I won't take it from anyone, not anyone at all!"
She stepped down into the street, her mind working swiftly as she rolled all the possible problems over inside her brain. She had to get a handle on this as soon as she could, she realized, before the man upset her carefully laid plans completely.
She was smiling determinedly as she flagged down a cab and slipped into the back seat. She would triumph in the end, she was certain. No one could beat her, no one could control her wants and desires. After all, no one had been able to so far, had they?
As the door shut behind her daughter, Nora turned and gazed at her husband. "How do you like her?" she asked, bitterly. "An adorable child, humm?"
Jake Wesley shook his head, smiling weakly. He sat down at the table and took one of his wife's hands into his own big, gnarled paws. "She'll be all right," he said, quietly. "Soon as she gets to know me."
Nora shivered and sighed, pulling her fingers from his. "Don't be so sure, Jake," she grunted coldly. "She's turning into something I hadn't expected: a calculating bitch that I cannot understand."
Her husband nodded then whispered softly. "You haven't changed, Nora," he sighed. "You're still as good and decent as ever."
His wife snorted. "You're dreaming, Jake," she muttered. Her eyes locked on his and her gazed narrowed. "Tell me, why have you come back, anyway? What do you want here after all these years?"
"I came back for you," he said, evenly. "Came back for both of you, now."
"To do what, Jake?" she growled. "To be a husband again, to be the father you never were?"
He winced as if she had struck him. "I realize I blew it," he whispered. "I know I've hurt you badly, both of you."
"Do you, Jake, do you really know?" she hissed, savagely. "Do you know what it's like living for years in an empty loneliness, do you know that?"
He nodded. "I've been empty and lonely, too, Nora," he whispered. "I've been working and living in a world of darkness ever since I left. Seeing you brought the light back into my life again."
"What do you want, God damn it," she snarled. "You come back here, smiling as if you had just stepped out for some ice cream, rather than left for nearly sixteen years, and you expect me to shout for joy?"
She shook her head, savagely, gasping as the pain and suffering tore at her heart. "You deserted me, Jake, when I needed you the most," she sobbed. "I wish I could hate you, I really, really do, you bastard!"
Jake Wesley listened to his wife's voice condemning him, and his heart beat savagely in his chest. He had expected this, had prepared for it, but he had not been able to know how badly it would hurt to endure her rage and bitterness.
"I've got it, now, darling," he whispered urgently. "Got my own ship. Not much, not a lot, but I make very, very good money. We don't have to be stuck here anymore! We can go anywhere we want!"
Nora gazed at her husband with the fierce and blazing anger roaring in her eyes. In front of her, the man she had wept over, yearned for was sitting, alive and in the flesh, nearly begging her to take him back.
Many times in the past she had thought of this moment, had yearned to spurn his affections, to send him racing from the house under the impact of her rage. She did not expect to feel herself crumpling into tiny pieces before him.
She turned away from him, then and raced out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom. She locked the door behind her and fell across her bed, sobbing wildly in anguish.
She could hear him rattling the door knob, begging, then demanding to be let in. She screamed at him to leave her alone, then screamed again in terror as he slammed a big, heavy boot against the door and broke it open.
He came over to the bed and pulled her roughly into his embrace. "God damn you, Nora Skarne," he hissed. "You drive me crazy, I've thought about you every night for fifteen years, I won't let you dismiss me, now!"
His mouth came down hard over hers and she squealed in fear and shock as she felt his hard, sensual mouth kissing her so roughly. His lips moved over hers, greedily, and she moaned as she felt his hands locking tightly around her slender shoulders.
"You love me, I know you do," he hissed almost brutally. "And I can't stand to live without you anymore, damn it!"
"Let me go, Jake, damn it, let me go," she hissed, twisting and turning in an effort to free herself. "I don't want you touching me, I don't!"
But just as he would not free her, she felt her own body growing more and more fevered by his hungry kiss and urgent embrace. She felt his lips roaming over hers, greedily, kissing her with more passion than she had known in years, and she could not help feeling herself surrendering to the demands of his greedy mouth.
Not since he had left her, had she felt such a passion building for anyone. Not since he last kissed and embraced her like this, had the lust that was beginning to boil in the depths of her loins been so fevered and intense.
She began, suddenly to realize the awesome power of her wanting him, and the reason she was so compelled by the touch and caress of her daughter's body. She was of Jake, a part of him, and the passion she felt with Maria, was directly related to this man, that she had missed more terribly than she had ever realized.
She felt her body relaxing, her mouth becoming more pliant and responsive to his, and she groaned as his tongue pushed its way between her teeth and began to search, greedily, for her own.
She shivered as his kiss became more frenzied and demanding. Lovingly, she entwined her moist, warm spear around his own and began to mash her mouth against his in a fevered response to his attack.
"God damn you, Jake Wesley," she moaned. "I missed you so much, you bastard! I wanted you so badly, you son of a bitch!"
"Jesus, I know, I know," Jake moaned, quietly, pulling her tightly to his big, broad chest. "Every time I was near another woman, I could think only of you, see only your face, my darling Nora! Only yours!"
She shuddered as his hand slithered down over her spine and began to caress the firm, ripe swell of her buttocks, through her robe. She felt his other hand, urgent and demanding, then, tugging frantically at the sash that held her garment shut.
The robe parted, revealing her body, clad only in the sheer, clinging nightgown she had beneath it. He sighed heavily as he pushed the robe over her shoulders and gazed, hungrily, at her firm, taut body.
"Just as beautiful as ever," he moaned. "Just as alluring and enticing as the last time I saw you! God, I want you so much!"
His mouth buried itself against the crook of her neck, while his hands slithered under the hem of her gown. She gasped in delight as she felt his fingers gripping her damp, inner thigh, and kneading the soft, round globe of one breast.
She shuddered as she felt his rough, yet tender palm pressing tightly against her nipple, rubbing gently at the expanding nugget, until the taut button was throbbing with a delicious, tingling sense of pain and pleasure beneath the kneading hand.
"Ohh, God, Jake, yes, I missed it so much, yes," she groaned, unable to do more than whisper fiercely. "Oh, Darling, ohh, I've wanted you so much, so very much!"
As his fingers kneaded and massaged her aching globe, his thumb and forefinger pinching the tight nub of her nipple between them, his free hand wandered hungrily over the creamy flesh of her inner thighs.
She sighed contentedly as she felt the tips of his fingers brushing against her vaginal lips. The tender petals quivered delightfully in response and the heat and dampness began to flow at once from her fevered passage.
"God, Jesus, yes," he sighed as he felt the baking warmth of her love seeping from between her luscious lips, and the stickiness of her cunt juice coating his fingertips. "Ahh, so warm and ready, always so warm and ready, my love!"
Frantically, now, Nora began to unbutton his shirt, tearing at the buttons almost in a frenzy. She pushed the garment off his shoulders and moaned as his hands left her body for a brief instant, then returned when he had discarded the garment.
She ran her palms over his broad, hairy chest and felt his heart beating powerfully in his chest. She allowed her nails to slice through his flesh as she rode them down his body, and listened, with pleasure, to his grunt of need when her soft, warm digits reached his lap. Behind his jeans, she could feel his cock growing steadily, expanding rapidly into the thick, long pole it would become. Already she could feel the harsh throbbing of it through the coarse material of his jeans and she kneaded the growing tool, anxiously between her fingers.
He shuddered violently as she massaged his prick and ran his lips greedily over the flesh at the base of her throat. She felt his tongue licking and stabbing at her neck and his teeth nibbling on her skin, hungrily.
"You still taste delicious," he groaned, shuddering as she ran the zipper down on his jeans, suddenly. "God, you still taste better than the sweetest champagne they could ever make!"
She laughed softly and thrust her hand inside of his jeans, curling her fingers suddenly around his throbbing manhood. Jake groaned in delight, bucking uncontrollably as she gripped and squeezed his aching tool.
She felt the hot, throbbing blood tearing through the rod as she pulled it from the confinement of his jeans and she thrilled to the violent and spasmodic quaking of the weapon against her palm.
She loved how the huge, thick prong beat steadily at her clutching fingers, a nearly rhythmic pulsating power tearing through it relentlessly. She gazed down at the shaft, then, her eyes moist with pleasure and delight and cooed lovingly as she stroked the fevered head of his meat with the tips of her fingers.
"Ummm, so hard and hot, my love," she whispered erotically. "So big and strong! I love it, Jake, God, how I love it!"
She gripped the prong tightly in her fist and the man shuddered violently as the pleasure of her squeezing fingers sent harsh, agonizing waves of delight tearing through his meat. He felt her gently slithering the tips of her fingers over the throbbing helmet of his tool, and the spasms of pleasure that tore through him made him weak with need.
Gently, she rolled and turned her fingers up and down the length of his shaft, and cupped her free hand beneath the taut, hairy bag that held his throbbing balls. He gasped thickly as she gripped the throbbing sack, and the stinging passion grew more intense in his flesh as she began to knead his bag in a greedy manner.
"Jesus, damn, so good," he muttered in a strained, taut voice. "God, so good, baby, ohh, Nora, so damn good!"
Anxiously, his own hands began to explore the moist, warm entrance to her cunt. He rubbed her vaginal lips briskly back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, delighting in the way the tender, slippery petals seem to grow swollen with excitement.
Her cunt was pouring out heat and lubricant, now, and he teased the sweet, taut button of her clit with his thumb, making her jerk violently as the harsh, hot waves of need raced from the twitching nugget to the base of her aching pit.
His caress was urgent and greedy, now, filled with the fierce demand that rose up from his tortured loins and spread throughout his flesh. Hungrily, he moved his lips down to the tops of her luscious breasts and began to kiss the spongy, warm globes with a greedy wanting.
She felt his tongue rolling about her nipple, flicking the taut, rosy pebble back and forth, anxiously. She sobbed as the fierce and consuming lust raced along the length of her mounds and pounded savagely in the flesh of her inner cave.
It had been ages since she had felt this complete in love-making, ages since a man had had this kind of effect on her, and her lungs burned from the effort of breathing, while her cunt seemed to be tingling under the attack of a thousand stinging darts of absolute ecstasy.
She felt him easing two fingers inside of her channel and at once, the throbbing grew more powerful and demanding in her cave, and her sobs and quiet screams of pleasure rose involuntarily from her throat.
She gasped as he twisted and turned his fingers along the taut, wet tunnel of her pussy, forcing them deep inside the hot, wet sleeve. When he had buried his fingers to the hilt inside of her, he began to flick them back and forth against her inner walls, and the breathless, dizzying sensations began to overwhelm her.
Her cunt walls undulated wildly around the plunging spears. He pumped them rhythmically in and out of her, then, slowly twisting and turning them against her aching inner flesh as he went along.
Each stroke that his fingers took sent the harsh, boiling fury tearing through her flesh, and she gripped his prick even more intensely in her hand, pounding her fist up and down on it, brutally.
In her other hand, his balls were pounding fiercely and she rolled the hard, pulsating sack over her knuckles, pinching and kneading the quaking nuts between her fingers, with an increasing passion.
"Ohh, baby, lover, darling, yeah," the man moaned. He moved his body frantically about the bed, pushing and tugging on his jeans until he had slid them off his legs and they were crumpled in a heap on the floor.
He slid closer to her on the bed, then, his hands returning to her breasts and cunt, while his mouth began to lick and stab at one soft, quivering globe. She sighed, happily as she felt the stabbing arrow lashing at her pert, pink nugget.
"Ooh, yes, Jake, God, that feels nice," she moaned. "Ummm, darling, suck it, suck on my breasts, now, yes!"
Hungrily, the man gathered the hard, rosy button between his teeth and began to roll it back and forth, ruthlessly. He lashed at the imprisoned pebble savagely with his tongue, and the shocking waves of stinging delight that tore through her flesh, made Nora squeal in ecstasy.
She pumped her hand steadily up and down on his cock, twisting and turning the huge prong as she massaged the throbbing pole. She loved how it seemed to expand more and more, and grow hotter and hotter as the boiling blood engorged it.
The sense of power and demand she felt in his flesh was truly compelling and delightful to her, and she shut her eyes tightly, lying on the bed in almost total surrender to his passionate greed.
His hands were pushing her thighs far apart, then, and his mouth traveling swiftly down over her belly. She gasped as she felt his tongue suddenly lashing at her clit, while his fingers pumped briskly in and out of her hot, steaming tunnel.
The trembling fire that was raging in her loins seemed to be consuming her, for she could hardly see any longer, through the blinding mist of pleasure she was experiencing. She rolled about the bed under his hands and mouth, her body alive in every nerve ending, searing with the flame of wanton need he was creating in her flesh.
He rode his tongue wildly around the rim of her cunt mouth, flicking and stabbing the harsh, scraping spear at her tender clit. The sting of his attack thrilled her to the point of screaming, and she shuddered violently under the lashing assault.
"Ohh, God, Jake, that's it, that's it," she moaned. She thrust her cunt up hard against his mouth and shivered as she felt his tongue slithering into her boiling pit. "Yes, darling, ohhh, Jesus, yes, yes, yes!"
Jake's fingers were kneading and caressing her buttocks cruelly by this time. She felt the thrill of them digging deep into her spongy half moons, kneading and massaging her flesh with more passion than she had ever dreamed of.
As he pulled her cunt tight to his face, she felt the harsh, searing heat of her passion reaching a point of explosion in her loins, and she pounded her hand savagely against the thick, long tool it held.
Her thumb scraped back and forth across the smooth, hot surface of his tool and she squeezed his balls tightly in her palm. He jerked involuntarily as another stabbing spasm of ecstasy tore through his balls, and his tongue began to lash at the wet, warm walls of her pussy with a frenzied greed.
As she lay thrashing beneath him, Nora did not know how much more of this fierce and demanding pleasure she could endure. Her whole body was alive with lust, a seething, almost painful desire that was totally overwhelming her.
She pumped her hand ruthlessly up and down on his cock, feeling her cunt walls expanding and contracting under the hungry assault of his tongue. Her inner flesh was alive with the need for him, and she could think of little else in that moment, but having that huge, hot pole inside of her as quickly as possible.
Anxiously, she began to pull on his tool, yanking hard, in a desperate attempt to force it down toward her pussy. Her free hand gripped his thick, black hair and she tugged hard on the strands, whispering in a taut, agonized tone of voice.
"Ohh, God, Jake, now, I need you now," she gasped, wildly. "Ummm, inside me, darling, please, put it in me now, damn you, now!"
His tongue rode in and out of her fiercely, licking and stabbing at every inch of her hot, dripping walls. He could feel the luscious sleeve quaking around his darting spear, undulating with more and more intensity. He knew that in a few moments, she would be beyond herself in the grip of her lust. He could tell that she would soon be writhing in the throes of her ecstasy, and he quickly pulled his head from her mound and kissed his way back up over her belly and breasts.
Hungrily she guided him over her thighs, then, drawing his shaft swiftly to her hot, quivering mound. She moaned fiercely as she felt the thick, hard head of his shaft rubbing against the wetness of her cunt petals.
She moaned softly and pulled hard on his tool, wedging it between the quivering lips. She felt him rocking back and forth between her lovely limbs, slowly inching his way into the creamy warmth of her aching tunnel.
As the huge head of his shaft penetrated her cave, she sobbed with a near-scream of ecstasy. Her cunt muscles locked around the invading helmet, greedily and she flexed them hungrily around the plunging spear to urge him on.
Slowly, he rode his cock into her cunt, gasping as he felt the wet, gripping walls locking against his tool. The rumbling excitement that was pounding in her loins made his flesh burn with need, and he sobbed quietly in total ecstasy, as he buried his weapon to the hilt in her eager chamber.
"Jesus, baby, Nora, so good," he murmured, his voice strained and broken with passion. "So nice to be inside you, baby, so damn nice!"
Her cunt was locked fiercely around his tool, then, and beating frantically against the buried prong. He could feel the warm, gripping flesh kneading him intently, and the feverish pounding of his own flesh was almost a torture in its ecstasy.
He dug his hands under her buttocks and gripped the soft, warm half moons harshly. She moaned as she felt his strong, powerful digits gripping her spongy buns, kneading the tender flesh with a fierce, yet tender greed.
"Ohh, Jake, fuck me, fuck me hard, please," she murmured softly. "Ummm, give it to me, darling, hard and fast like I remember it! Hard and fast, please!"
Jake Wesley laughed abruptly as he felt his wife's vaginal muscles kneading his cock, savagely. Slowly he withdrew from her steaming channel, twisting and turning against her inner walls until he was almost all the way out of her.
With just the head of his tool still in the grip of her burning sleeve, he thrust forward violently, and listened to her scream of delight as he buried the throbbing, vicious prong deep inside her once more.
Eagerly, she thrust her cunt up to meet the plunging shaft and shivered as he pinned her against the mattress. She felt the hot, angry blood forcing the prick to throb savagely against her inner flesh, and the sensation of his filling her cunt completely, made her flesh tingle with delicious excitement.
Ruthlessly, now, he began to pump his meat in and out of her damp, taut channel, with increasing rhythm and force. Every stroke that he took was more frenzied than the last, and the wild, careening need that was consuming the two of them, began to rage out of their control.
Their bellies met and parted with loud, ringing slaps, and the sound of their cries of delight rang loudly in their ears. Their nostrils were filled with the luscious odor of their passion and they both shuddered involuntarily as the tremors of bliss and ecstasy raced through them.
Harder and faster Jake Wesley drove his manhood into his wife's eager channel. He pumped in and out of her wildly, hugging her buttocks with his fingers, pulling her hot, wet pit ruthlessly to his cock.
Again and again the plunging shaft filled her trembling inner cave, and the woman felt the searing approach of her climax roaring through her flesh. She sobbed in aching passion, throwing herself against him fiercely, and shivered under the approach of the climax she had waited for. "Ohh, God, Jake, I'm going to come," she moaned, her voice completely broken with need. "Ummm, darling, going to come, come now so damn good at last!"
Jake felt her inner walls undulating violently around his tool and he sensed the savage explosion building in her loins. He ground his belly hard against hers, feeling the on-rush of her passion sweeping suddenly across his aching shaft.
She thrashed uncontrollably beneath him as the orgasm tore through her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, thrusting her belly hard against his own, surrendering completely to the powerful greed that was at last being satisfied.
As the woman twisted and turned under his plunging manhood, Jake felt his own greedy wanting reaching a moment of savage ecstasy. The fierce, unrelenting pleasure was tearing through his balls, and the hot come suddenly exploding from his sack.
He sobbed as the vicious spurts of steaming fluid pumped from his cock, splashing hotly against her inner flesh. He groaned, burying the bursting weapon deep in her pit, holding cruelly to her buttocks, then.
"God, yeah, ohhhh, Nora, coming so fucking good," he moaned. He twisted and turned his spurting cock against her inner sleeve, the exquisite agony totally overwhelming him, then. "Coming, baby, yeah, I'm coming better now than ever before!"
She held to him savagely, grinding her belly against his eagerly. She felt the pumping pressure of his release joining the tingling excitement of her own, and the sheer rapture of their orgasms made her feel weak and dizzy with relief.
They lay on the bed, quaking violently as the last, lingering waves of pleasure rippled through their loins. His pounding manhood was still deep inside of her, and she was feeling a peace and contentment that she had not experienced in years.
She kissed his shoulder lovingly, riding her nails up and down the length of his spine. He shivered with the tingling delight of her caress and sighed deeply as he kissed her tear-stained cheek.
"I'm home, baby, I'm really home," he promised tenderly. "We'll never be apart again, I swear it, never!"
She moaned, feeling the warmth of her lingering passion still rippling inside of her cave, as his cock lay trembling deep in her pit. The image of her daughter's face came racing into her mind, and she sobbed with guilt and regret.
It didn't matter then, however, what had happened. It was a new beginning, now, she thought. Everything could change. She kissed his lips, affectionately, and sighed with absolute peace.
"You couldn't have returned at a better time," she told him, honestly. "Believe me, darling Jake, you couldn't have come back to me any better."
CHAPTER SEVEN
She had to tell him everything. It was the only thing she felt she could do. Even though she knew she might be risking all that had suddenly been returned to her, Nora could not have slept even a night in the same bed with him, if she did not reveal everything to her husband.
The pain in the telling was almost as bad as it had been carrying her guilty secret. Her voice quivered and broke as she told him what had happened between her and Maria, for she feared he would reject her with horror and disgust, once he was informed of her horrible sin.
She could not face him as she spoke, but had to turn away and gaze out the open window at the blinking stars that cut through the black night sky. She had no idea what he was thinking, and did not dare look at him until she was finished.
Her voice was grim as she spoke, her words broken and forced, but she would not turn back, pushing herself to get it all out. From behind her, she could hear his breathing, labored but calm, his silence revealing nothing of his emotions to her anxious ears and trembling heart.
"I didn't know how you would feel, or how you would react," she whispered dully, once she had finished. "I only knew that I had to tell you."
"I understand," he said, evenly. "Believe me, Nora, I do understand!"
She moaned. "I feel sick and disgusted with myself, torn apart inside. I can't explain why I did it, what led me to it, and I just want to die!"
She felt his hands gripping her shoulders, turning her around to face him. "Never say that," he hissed brutally. "Never give in to such weakness. That's not the Nora Skarne I married, she'd never give up that easily."
"Don't you hate me?" she wailed softly. "Don't you find me sickening and disgusting?"
He laughed, coldly. "Believe me, Nora, when I tell you I have heard and seen a lot of things much worse than what you have told me," he whispered. "I have seen things you would not believe possible in my travels."
"But ... but, I'm sick, I'm horrible," she sobbed, unable to keep from crying. "I ... I don't deserve to be in the same room with you!"
"Stop it, God damn you," he snarled. "You're a lonely woman, with a troubled child, under her influence a lot more than she's under yours. It's not abnormal, it's totally understandable, I know it!"
"God, Jake, hold me," she wailed. "Hold me tight, I'm so afraid."
He held her in a fierce embrace, kissing the soft, moist flesh of her cheek, tenderly. "I'm back, honey, there's no need to worry now," he murmured tenderly. "We'll straighten her out, I promise you we will."
Nora could not keep from shuddering violently in her husband's embrace. His soothing voice and comforting words did more to lift the burden she was carrying from her shoulders, than all her prayers or self-punishment ever could. She felt a strength pouring from him, filling her heart and mind with courage, and her crying was that of joy, now, rather than fear and despair.
"What are we going to do, Jake, just what are we going to do?" she murmured fiercely. "I ... I can't do anything with her, I just can't!"
"Softly, darling," he murmured quietly. "Very softly, now. We'll take care of little Maria, I swear it to you."
"If she doesn't learn soon, she'll be ruined," Nora sobbed, thickly. "She'll turn into a horrible, vicious bitch if she doesn't learn soon."
He laughed knowingly. "Don't worry baby," he promised. "We're going to teach her a little lesson, I promise you. It's about time my little girl went to school, I think. The school of life, I mean."
As she walked up the steps of the porch, weaving a bit under the influence of the amount of beer she had drunk, Maria Wesley glared at the front door of her house, defiantly. They were in there, she thought, waiting for her.
She laughed coldly. She was going to show them, show them both. The first thing to do would be to remind her mother where her pleasure and threat lay. Then she would work on the old man.
She leaned against the railing of the porch for a moment, savoring her plan. First, she was going to seduce her mother again, just to keep the memory of her power fresh in the woman's mind. Then, when she had her first chance, she'd get down on the man, give him a taste of his own daughter's lips around his cock. It had just worked on Mark Blyer, it ought to work on him.
Maria laughed savagely and rubbed her palms together. It was going to be fun, winding the two of them around her finger. Going to be a real treat making them dance to her music.
Once she had both of them in her fist, they would have to do exactly what she said. They would be easy, she was certain, for they had the weakness of compassion and feeling, while she had burned that out of herself a long time ago.
She fit the key into the lock and opened the door, stepping in, quietly. She shut the door behind her, and quickly made her way to the stairs leading to the second floor. The house was silent, and she assumed that they had both gone to bed.
She climbed the stairs silently, pausing every so often to listen to the quiet and see if it was broken by anything other than her own, controlled breathing. There was no sound from above though and when she reached the second floor, she quickly made her way down the hall to her mother's bedroom.
She peered in and was surprised to find the woman alone. She gazed at her for a moment, then turned away and checked the guest room. It too was empty, as was her bedroom when she reached it at last.
She shrugged her shoulders and stripped off her sweater and skirt. In her underwear she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She quickly stripped off her undergarments and stepped under the soothing warm spray, finally relaxing.
So the old lady sent him packing, she thought, grimly. She must have had a few choice words for him, I'll bet. Well, that only made it easier, she thought. Now, she only had the bitch to deal with.
When she stepped out of the shower again, she inhaled the clean scent of her washed body and dried herself with a towel as she returned to her bedroom. She gasped as she saw her mother seated on her bed.
"I ... I thought you were asleep, Mommy," she whispered quickly, taking on the voice and pose that always worked for her. "I ... I didn't want to wake you."
Nora smiled coolly. "Did you have a good time at class?" she asked. "Did you get the part you wanted?"
Eagerly, the young girl nodded. "Ohh, yes, Mister Blyer was happy to give it to me," she giggled, remembering the man's gasp of ecstasy as he popped his load into her sucking mouth. "He didn't want anyone else but me for it."
Nora nodded absently. "I'm glad you had a nice time, darling," she whispered. "Because I think we have a few things to discuss, and I would like you to be in a pleasant mood when we do." Cautiously, the girl made her way around to the other side of the bed. She knotted the towel beneath her breasts and sat down at her dressing table to brush her hair. From the corner of her eye, she was watching her mother, intently.
"Well, Mommy, what did you want to talk to me about?" she asked, innocently.
Her mother shifted in place, loosening the sash about her robe. The girl could see her breasts rising and falling against the garment, damp with a bit of sweat from the warmth of the room.
"It's about your attitude, darling," her mother whispered calmly. "About the very way you look at life itself."
The girl grinned and nodded. "I know, Mommy, I know it's hard to understand," she sighed. She turned and regarded her mother squarely, then. "But you have to realize, I have to act and do things in this manner to get ahead."
"You have to treat people as objects, you have to put fear into your own mother?" the woman hissed. "You have to act like those around you are just so many stones to be stepped on during your climb to the top?"
The girl's eyes narrowed. "Don't insult me, Mommy," she murmured smoothly. "I hate it when you do it, please don't!"
Nora shook her head, violently. "You're a cold, cruel girl, Maria," she hissed. "Someone has to melt the ice around your heart!"
The girl laughed in delight. "Ohh, Mommy, don't be so upset," she giggled. "Everything is going to be fine, I'll take good care of you, I promise."
She stood up then, and crossed over to the far side of the bed. She sat down on the blanket, running her hand back and forth across the surface of it, as she gazed under hooded eyes, at her mother's face.
"Are you feeling lonely, Mommy," she murmured enticingly. "Are you feeling a little restless? Do you want me to give your back a massage?"
The woman groaned, shivering as she watched her daughter tugging at the knot that held her towel around her. Her eyes were narrowed as the girl pulled the towel free and tossed it to the floor beside the bed.
Her flesh was still moist from the shower she had taken, and her tiny, round breasts were a creamy white, topped by the rosy pink of her sweet, lovely nipples. The young girl chuckled warmly as she massaged the small pebbles between her fingers, making them expand into taut erections above her alabaster spheres.
"Ummm, Mommy, I'll bet you want to do this, don't you?" she groaned, softly. "I'll bet you'd like to touch me, now, like we always do, and have me touch you, too!"
She leaned over the bed, then and pulled on the sash to her mother's robe. It came loose and the garment parted, revealing Nora's nakedness beneath it. The woman's breasts were rising and falling with her labored breathing, and her nipples were already hard and stiff above her full, heavy globes.
Giggling in a girlish manner, the teenager squirmed forward and drew up next to her mother, then. She pushed the robe off her mother's shoulders and ran her palms downward over the woman's heaving breasts.
"Ummm, so soft and warm, I just love them, Mommy," she whispered teasingly. "Don't you love it when I touch you like this, I know you do!"
She squeezed the big, soft globes in her fingers, then, and Nora shuddered as a spasm of pleasure rippled through her flesh. She felt the girl kneading her mounds, carefully, her tender thumbs flicking back and forth against her tingling nipples.
The curious mixture of pain and pleasure rippled through Nora's flesh, teasingly, and a soft, quiet groan of delight escaped her lips as her daughter fondled her aching boobs. She felt the girl pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and Nora shuddered violently in response.
"God, God damn you, that's so good," she whispered harshly. "Damn you for that, Maria, damn you for how good it is!"
The young girl laughed once more and allowed one of her hands to slither down along her mother's body to her tightly clenched thighs. Teasingly, she drove her hand between the damp, warm limbs and slowly forced them apart.
"I'm going to make you feel so nice. Mommy," she cooed softly. "Going to make you feel real good, indeed!"
Nora shivered violently once more as she felt the seeking fingers brushing against the lips of her vagina. A harsh, tingling delight rippled through her loins, and her thighs parted even wider under the insistent prongs.
She shuddered as the girl kneaded her vaginal lips, briskly. She felt the girl rolling and turning them between her fingers, tapping rhythmically at her clit with the soft knob of her thumb.
She gasped as the young girl bent forward and pressed her lips, greedily to her own. The soft, sweet taste of the girl's mouth on hers made the throbbing fire build in her cave, and Nora sighed, with an aching hunger as she felt the girl's tongue probing between her teeth, demandingly.
Her own, flicking spear entwined around the girl's tender prong and the. lips mashed together in a greedy, soulful kiss. She felt the girl's fingers growing more insistent at her cunt and breasts, now fondling and caressing her with an urgent demand.
"Ohh, that's so good, damn you, so good," Nora sighed. She felt the girl pushing her back on the bed, forcing her to lay down. "You're an evil little bitch, Maria, but I can't help but love you, anyway!"
The girl laughed in delight, nodding her head intently. "To be sure, Mommy," she giggled. "But I know you love it so!"
Her laughter was taunting and high pitched as she moved her lips over her mother's neck and breasts. The woman sobbed as the racing pleasure tore through her flesh, making her body tremble and jerk with a violent series of uncontrollable shudders.
She felt Maria's fingers slithering up and down along the cleft between her pussy lips, pinching and tweaking her aching petals, ruthlessly. She moaned softly as the girl rode two fingers suddenly into her cave and buried them deep in her throbbing passage. The harsh, compelling wave of delight ripped through her, then, and she sobbed, her head bouncing against the pillow on the bed.
Greedily, her daughter slid the fingers back and forth along the hot, gripping channel of her mother's cunt. She rolled and twisted the prongs against the woman's quaking inner flesh, enjoying the harsh, gasping moans that escaped her mother's lips.
"Ummm, you're nice and hot and wet, Mommy," she giggled softly. "You're just dying for this, aren't you, Mommy, just dying for it, huh?"
Pumping her fingers rhythmically in and out of Nora's tunnel, she opened her mouth and gathered one of the woman's hard, taut nipples between her teeth. Nora gasped as she felt the girl biting down on her imprisoned nugget, lashing at it savagely with the tip of her pointed tongue.
Greedily, Maria sucked more of Nora's breast into her mouth, and pressed down hard against the damp, twitching clit beneath her thumb. She could feel her mother writhing in exquisite agony under her attack, and she laughed gruffly, as she sucked and lathered her breast.
Her fingers pumped back and forth along the woman's cunt passage with increasing rhythm and force, now, turning briskly against the shimmering inner walls to bring the woman to the peak of ecstasy.
From the way her flesh was undulating so violently against the plunging digits, the girl sensed her mother was reaching the point of climax much sooner than ever before, and she quickly began to kiss her way down to the hot, dripping channel.
As her lips paused at the edge of Nora's pubic hair, the young girl whispered coldly against her flesh. "You belong to me, now, Mommy," she hissed. "You will always belong to me, from now on!"
She felt a pair of hands suddenly taking hold of her arms from behind and she gasped in pain and shock as she felt her arms being forced up behind her back. A voice, harsh and cold hissed at her from over her shoulder.
"Nobody belongs to anybody," snarled her father. She turned her head and stared at him in shock. "No one is anyone's slave, you have to learn that, Maria."
"What ... what do you think you're doing?" she moaned, wildly. "Let go of me, damn it, let go of me, now!"
She was struggling violently, trying to pull free of his grasp, but he only forced her arms upward a little further. She winced in pain and ceased fighting, and he eased the pressure off her arms a bit.
"I'm going to teach you not to use people, Maria," he snarled coldly. "Just as you have been using others for your enjoyment, so are you going to be used for ours now. Perhaps you will learn something from it!"
She gasped as he held both of her wrists in his hand, then shuddered in horror as she heard his zipper being drawn down with a cruel, vicious hiss.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She squirmed violently as she felt the hard, throbbing warmth of his shaft nestling against the cleft between her buttocks. His free hand slithered down over the soft, warm half moons and slipped between them.
"What ... what are you going to do?" she groaned, thickly. "Ohh, God, you ... no ... you can't!"
"Just pay attention to your job, little girl," Jake Wesley snarled. "You wanted to please your mother, now get to working doing that!"
He pushed her arms upward and she gasped in pain, moving her lips suddenly down over her mother's taut, pulsating belly. Her tongue lathered the taut, erect clit that throbbed at her mother's mound, and the woman gasped with a seething delight.
"That's right, honey," he father chuckled softly. "Eat your mommy, eat her good. While you're doing that, you can satisfy me, here!"
She winced with the savage pain of his finger suddenly pushing against her anal entrance. The throbbing hurt was vivid and sharp, searing the flesh of her bum as he twisted and turned the digit against her ruby dot.
Maria squirmed helplessly, groaning in pain as she felt Jake forcing his finger into the virginal tunnel of her rectum. She moaned wildly, lifting her head from her mother's cunt and gasping in agony.
"Ohh, no, don't, it hurts, don't," she sobbed, shuddering uncontrollably, then. "God, Mommy, make him stop, make him stop!"
Her father laughed viciously and thrust his finger deep into her anal tunnel. The pain made her scream in agony and thrash wildly against her mother's belly. She felt him drive the spear deep into her bum, then, twisting and turning it, until it was buried to the hilt in her tender asshole.
"You're going to learn, my dear girl, not to toy with people's affection," he growled at her. "You're going to learn that no one has the right to abuse another! And you're going to learn that lesson, painfully!"
He pushed her head down against her mother's cunt again and began to pump his finger savagely in and out of her bum tunnel. She gasped and shuddered, groaning with the fierce and unrelenting agony of his assault.
Her lips trembled at her mother's mound, then, and she felt the woman pushing her head down between her thighs. Sobbing she flicked her tongue at her mother's clit and the woman's thighs locked tightly around her head.
As her father powered his finger in and out of her rectal channel, he twisted and turned the digit cruelly against her throbbing inner flesh. She shivered and quaked, moaning with the pain that was roaring in her flesh, and lathered her mother's cunt with a terrified frenzy.
Faster and harder her father pumped his finger into her bottom. She was squirming under the attack, her breathing harsh and erratic as she felt his cock throbbing against her buttocks, growing huge and hard with each passing moment.
"Love is giving, little girl, not taking," he snarled at her. "Love is thinking what you can do for someone, not what you can get from them."
He was rubbing his shaft back and forth against the swell of her buttocks, now, gasping as his own passion rose quickly in his loins. At her lips, her mother's cunt petals were quaking violently, and the hot, damp fluid of her wanting was filling the girl's mouth with its delicious taste.
She rode her tongue deep into her mother's pussy, then, and flicked it back and forth against the trembling inner walls of her hot, slippery channel. The woman moaned in ecstasy and thrust her pussy hard against her daughter's face, gasping at the waves of stinging delight that were assaulting her fevered inner flesh.
Hungrily, the girl buried her tongue deep in her mother's cunt, and sucked greedily on the swollen petals of her cave. Behind her, she felt her father forcing the hole of her bum wide, and pulling his cock down to the gaping entrance.
She shuddered in fear and agony as he pushed the huge, knobby head of his cock against her rectal opening, thrusting forward savagely to penetrate the wet, tight sleeve.
The pain was more fierce and intense than anything she could have ever imagined and the girl wailed in agony as the man brutally drove into her. She felt the massive prong forcing her inner flesh to expand way beyond their normal limits, and the sweat of suffering burst out over her quivering flesh.
Jake moaned in pleasure as his daughter's rectal muscles expanded and contracted wildly around his plunging tool. He shuddered with delight, bucking forward and burying the shaft to the hilt inside of her bum, while he took a firm hold on her smooth, tapered hips.
"Feel the pain of being a bitch, honey?" he laughed coldly. "Do you feel it? Remember it, Maria, remember what happens to those that mistreat others. They always pay in the end, especially the end!"
