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 Story Title - Misty's Secret

   By FertileMind

   Chapter - 3

   In the car Misty sat in the back in her booster seat again as they drove
home.  She was humming and playing with Lammy, squeezing him between her
legs and enjoying the sensation coming from her private place, she'd
learned the word for it, her cunt, but she knew instinctively not to say it
in front of her Mommy.  As she stroked Lammy's soft head she keeps thinking
about all the things she had seen her Mommy do with her friends in the
room. She kept seeing the pictures of their naked bodies rolling around on
the bed and their big cocks going in and out of her Mommy's hole.  She
thought about all the thick gooey white stuff they squirted and how her
Mommy had eaten it up and liked it when they squirted it in her mouth.  She
thought about all the dirty bad words she heard and knew now, and again she
knew she wouldn`t be able to repeat them without getting into big trouble
but they made her ears burn as she heard them in her head.

   "Suck my cock whore", "motherfucker motherfucker I'm cumming", "fuck me,
fuck me like a whore, gimme your hard cocks", "dozens of them, I fuck
dozens of them, from the time he leaves till the day he gets back" , "he
can't make me cum, I have to fake it", "stick it in my ass Dan please" and
so much more.  But the ones she liked the best, "you're soooo pretty,
prettier than your mommy even", "You suck cock real good Misty", "look
Misty, see my hot cum....all cause you sucked my cock so good..", those
were the best ones she remembered and seeing Jimmy's cock shooting his cum
straight up in the air after she played with it and sucked it for him, she
liked that.  She could still taste it even though she ate some hamburger
and some French fries and drank some soda, she still had a taste of Jimmy's
big cock in her mouth, she liked it.

   She had a lot of neat secrets now, she had to keep them all but she
wasn't worried, she was a good secret keeper.  She wouldn't tell Daddy that
Mommy played naked games with her men friends, or that Mommy's friends had
played naked games with her touching and rubbing her cunt and kissing her
mouth.  An she wouldn't tell Mommy she played naked games with Dan an Jimmy
or that she played with their cocks and even sucked Jimmy's real good for
him and made him cum.  She could keep that one easy because it was secret
and she hoped Mommy would bring her the next time, she liked the way the
men rubbed her between her legs.  It felt real funny and good and weird and
made her tummy flip flop all at once.  She liked that too.

   Sharon was eaten up with a sickening bout of guilt and a competing
feeling of lust, perverted lust for having taken her daughter with her to
one of her nympho sex sessions.  What the fuck had she been thinking?  She
knew the answer to her own question of course, she was a hopeless whore and
she needed cock so badly she had dangerously exposed her daughter to
something she should never have been around at her young age.  The guilt
hit her again like a punch in the stomach and then another wave of lust as
she felt herself getting wet from an image in her mind of her daughter
sitting their watching TV while behind her, her mother was rutting like a
animal in heat coupling with two well hung studs just a few feet away.  The
guilt mixed with the lust made her want to stop the car and frig her cunt
as the idea of what she had done triggered another flash of the scene, as
if she was watching it from the corner of the room.

   She had her own deep seated memories of the things her own mother had
done behind her fathers back.  Things that she did not think of often but
which were coming unbidden as if released by what she had done herself this
very day.  Sharon had kept the secrets then just like she was asking her
own daughter to do now.  How she had watched her mother whispering to the
strange men who came to the back door of their home at night when her Daddy
was away driving his long haul truck.  For days and even weeks sometimes
men came to the house to be with her mother.  Sometimes it was at night
after her mother had tucked her in, but she would sneak out of bed and
listen at her parents' bedroom door to the strange exciting noises coming
from behind the closed door.  Sometimes she'd watch from the top of the
stairs at night when her mother and her friends stayed in the den when
Daddy was away on a long trip.  There would always be one or two and many
times three and sometimes even more men came to see her.  She could see her
mother naked in their midst, doing all the things Sharon was now addicted
to.

   What a mind fuck it had been, seeing her Mommy welcome her Daddy home
with kisses and hugs from a long trip and her Mommy winking at her and
always putting her finger to her lips and whispering, "Don't forget our
secrets baby, Mommy loves you so much, you have to keep her secrets for her
okay?" And Sharon had, even when she got older and she felt bad when Daddy
would come home and Sharon knew that just the night before there had been
three men in his bedroom fucking her mother until they left in the middle
of the night.  She started tuning things out then, concentrating on her own
interests and pleasures when she wasn't spying on her mother.  She had
started masturbating very young as the feelings and emotional vibrations
that came from watching her mother made her touch herself.  She started
doing what she was seeing the men do to her Mom.  She touched herself in
the places they touched her mother, she felt the reason for what her mother
was doing emanating from between her own 7 or 8 year-old legs.  It felt
good.

   She started putting things inside of herself, first her fingers and then
her toothbrush, or a small magic marker.  She carried herself to another
place the night she had popped her own cherry quite by accident as she
pushed the handle of her hairbrush into her pussy.  Inside her head with
her eyes closed tightly she was seeing the pictures in her mind of what she
had witnessed her mother doing the evening before.  Three men penetrating
her as she groaned in ecstasy with her mouth wrapped around the cock of the
third man, she remembered gasping as the brush handle tore through her
membrane and panicked for a second when she opened her eyes and saw the
blood, but her clit wouldn't let her stop as the pain quickly faded and her
fingers continued to strum the button at the top of her slit.  When it
finally came, that very first time, she knew as soon as the feelings broke
over her like a giant wave at the beach that she wanted to feel it again
and again and again.  And she did.

   Through her later preteen years she grew bolder and she suspected her
mother knew she was watching and finally one night it happened.  She was at
the top of the steps looking through the rails of the banister; her mother
was with two men, one black and one white, they were taking her on the
floor one in her cunt and one in her ass.  Her mothers face was twisted in
a paradox of pain and pleasure as the men took her violently and called her
a whore and a slut while they used her body.  Suddenly Sharon was looking
into her mothers eyes and there was no sound but the grunting of the men as
she smiled at Sharon as she ran her tongue around her full red lips while
her body was split in half by the thick thrusting cocks of her lovers. 
Sharon stared into her eyes and came at the same time her mother cried out
in orgasm, feeling like she was connected by an invisible sexual umbilical
cord to her whore mother.  And Sharon remembered wanting what her mother
had on that very night, she wanted the constant flow of sexual energy that
pulsed through her mothers' veins like her lifeblood.

   She didn't remember how long it had been after that, but her mother
started leaving her bedroom door open, after she rearranged the bedroom
furniture, making it so Sharon could see the bed from her darkened room
with her door cracked.  She remembered her dad asking why she had changed
things around and how her mother had giggled like a girl and just said it
was a women's prerogative to always want to change things.  Her Dad had
shaken his head and she could hear his voice as if he was in the car, "Well
honey, if it makes you happy....." And a week later, after her Daddy had
left and her Mom had finished entertaining one of her black boyfriends she
came to see Sharon in her room after he had left.  Sharon tried to pretend
she was sleeping but her mother knew better and she slipped into the bed
with her, her naked body was sticky with sweat and cum and she smelled like
musk mixed with her perfume and the mans cologne.  She had been 11 or 12
years-old, her small breasts had just begun developing and were the size of
plums with fat sensitive nipples, she had just started wearing a training
bra.  Of course she was naked under her pajamas because she had taken off
her panty to play with herself as she watched her Mom suck and fuck the
black man.

   She felt her mothers nipples press against her back through the thin
material of her top and felt her hand slip down the front of her pajama
bottoms.  She remembered how scared she had been, her heart was pounding
and she was shaking, quivering like jelly but she did not resist.  She felt
her mothers' lips on the back of her neck and her kiss sent shivers down
her spine at the same time her fingers found her moist wet slit.  She
licked and sucked her earlobe sending more shivers through her body as she
whispered, "You like to watch me baby....?" Her finger slipped across the
top of Sharon's slit and into her cunt and she couldn't restrain a groan as
her mothers' finger touched her sensitive clit, "Do you like to see me with
my boyfriends Sharon, and did you enjoy it tonight, when I sucked Ben's fat
black cock?  Did you see from your room, could you see him cumming in my
mouth baby?  I love to eat cum....but you know that don't you baby?" Sharon
sighed and opened her legs wider leaning back into her mothers warm musk
scented body enjoying the feelings her mother was stirring in her.

   "Yes," her throat was dry, "yes," she whispered, "I did Momma, I like to
watch you, mmmm, I...oh Momma it feels good....Mommy....good........"

   She was jarred back to reality as a horn beeped and she was scared that
she was about to have an accident but all was fine, she looked in the rear
view mirror as they entered their neighbourhood, she had to grip the wheel
as she did a double take to see if she was really seeing what her daughter
was doing was real.  She slowed as they came to the driveway of their home
and had to look away as the garage door opened and when she looked back it
was over.  She could have sworn she had seen Misty humping her stuffed
lamb, thrusting her tiny hips forward in her booster seat as she pulled her
stuffed animal between her legs, her face pink and flushed and her eyes
closed as her small young body strained against the seat restraints.  Jesus
no way, no fucking way it couldn't be, Misty was only five!  Sharon threw
the car into park and almost shouted, "We're home!  Let's get inside baby
and we'll play a game or watch a movie okay!"

   Misty was flushed but at the same time she seemed somehow sated,
reserved, as if she had accomplished what she had intended.  She surprised
Sharon when she said, `I'm tired Mommy, can I take a nap, sleepy, my head
is sleepy, can I rest a little?"

   The guilt and the lust pounded Sharon's heart like a sledge hammer as
she tried to answer without her voice breaking, "Sure....sure baby you can
rest.  Mommy's sorry we stayed with her friends so long." Sharon tried to
make eye contact with her baby but she looked sleepy and closed her eyes as
Sharon took her into her arms from the booster seat, her body warm and
sweet smelling.  In a fit of fear and panic over what she had done she
whispered desperately, as if her mother were speaking through her, "Don't
forget our secret baby, Mommy loves you so much, you have to keep her
secret okay?"

   Sharon thought for a moment her daughter was asleep but after a few
seconds she answered in a lazy voice, the kind of voice Sharon recognized
as her own after she was making small talk with her lovers, "Its okay
Mommy, I'm a good secret keeper....I'll keep your secrets, I promise."
Sharon carried Misty to her bed, her small bed with her pink ruffled sheets
and all her dollies and laid her down, she looked at Misty as she closed
her eyes and she could see her fall asleep.  Sharon leaned close and
breathed in her sweet scent and kissed her perfect pink lips and shuddered
as she felt a wave of lust and guilt wash over her again.  She pulled away
then and backed out of the room and quietly closed the door.

   She was in turmoil but her urges, her incredible sexual urges always
overwhelmed her brain and she turned and went to her and her husbands'
bedroom where she fell to the bed and tore at her clothes as she thrust her
hand between her legs.  Her mind was racing at a million miles a minute as
scenes, unrelated scenes, from her childhood came back to her in vivid
detail.  They electrified her senses and made her cringe as she touched
herself.  Everything, every nerve, every part of her mind seemed to be
short circuiting; her senses were scrambled because of what she had done,
had she done it on purpose?  Had she exposed Misty to her dark side for
unknown reasons, or subconscious reasons?

   Things she had not though of in many years flooded her mind, wonderful
things and terrible things, seeing her mother fucking and sucking with so
many different men in their home on the 1st of July and then seeing her
father cooking hotdogs and hamburgers at the grill in their backyard on the
4th of July.  A picture in her bent brain of her mother when Sharon was 14,
sucking off a man in the kitchen just a few hours before her Dad was due
home and then her mother coming to her as the back door closed and kissing
her so she could taste the mans semen.  Lying on the sofa with her Daddy
watching a movie and laughing together, holding a teddy bear he had brought
her as a gift, the night before he was to leave for a week.  Then the next
night watching when half dozen men showed up and she had cum more times
then she could count as she looked on as they used her mother.

   She screamed in orgasm and her mind imploded as the secrets she kept her
whole life overwhelmed her, her dark door was opened and the flood
threatened to wash her soul away.  She was cumming and crying as she saw
her life laid out up to this point.  How she had sucked off a group of
strange men on her honeymoon in the Bahamas.  Her husband had drunk too
much and passed out in the hotel room and she had gone down to the beach,
her infant daughter with her husbands parents thousands of miles away as
she sucked cock after cock.  Then she could taste it as her mother was
making her suck the cum from her cunt when she came to her room after three
men had taken her, Sharon had just turned 13 years-old two days prior and
her father had left just the previous day.

   She shuddered as she realized how sick she was and she feared the demons
that were stirring in her psyche, she feared it was time for her to lose
her mind and if so what could she do?  Was there a legacy she had to
fulfil? Could she be on the same road, the road her mother had travelled,
could she be a heartbeat away from molesting her own daughter as her mother
had molested her?  As her orgasm subsided she couldn't take her fingers
away from the hole between her legs, she started rubbing herself again and
she felt the high side of lust return, it had only ebbed for the seconds it
took her to experience her pleasure again, she couldn't escape it.  She was
back in the motel room with Jimmy and Dan, only she was Misty, and she was
watching her own mother, she could feel the soup between her legs as her
fingers dug deep, deep into her filthy perverted core.  How deep could she
go?  Could she make herself cum till she died?  Her fingers were alive, her
clit was like a magnet and her fingers couldn't stop abusing herself.

   Her mind was racing again, Misty.....oh baby I'm sorry, I'll be
careful....I won't let anyone hurt you...." Her cunt was drooling as her
daughters pink lips touched hers, aaaaahhhh aaahhh fuck, again, again, it
was always again, Misty....Mommy's cumming, cumming, Jesus always
cumming.....