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 Time-Share and Slut Wife-Share - Part 4 Janey's Forbidden Desires



   Janey arrived home after a long, exhaustive day.  Three days each week,
she worked a second job to make ends meet.  After working the breakfast and
luncheon shift at the Holiday Inn, she continued her work day across the
street at the Video Arcade.  It was easy work compared to her waitress job.
She dispensed change to customers, kept the place picked up and cleaned,
and just generally attended to the problems that came up at the arcade
throughout the afternoon and evening.Janey thoughts wandered as she
contemplated the events of her day....most of all she kept returning to a
vision of the mysterious man who had breakfast late morning in the dining
room.  Janey had never been so shocked and excited in her life.  This
man.....Bob was his name, she remembered.....had exposed his most private
parts to her and another woman in the dining room.  Her head was spinning
as she recounted her feelings from that morning.  When she had first
spotted Bob's exposed flesh, she had dismissed it as an accident and tried
not to notice.  Janey remembered returning to his table a few minutes
later, seeing Bob with his fully hardened organ in his hand....stroking it
while a lady at a nearby table looked on.  She had been shocked beyond
belief, her first impulse was to run to the front desk to alert the hotel's
security people.  Some instinct took over in her mind however, and
newfound, strange, powerful feelings washed through her body. Janey had
been raised in a good, Christian home and married to her high school
sweetheart as soon as they had graduated.  A year later, she became a proud
mother of a little girl.  Her husband had joined the Air Force and was
stationed at the local airbase.  They lived in a little apartment on base,
Janey working as a waitress and her husband serving his duty as a
communications specialist.  There had been an investigation at the base
that revealed that Top Secret information had been given to an unauthorized
government contractor.  Her husband had been court marshaled and imprisoned
for the offense.  No way he did it, but he was the scapegoat.  Further
misfortune struck when he was killed by fellow prisoners.  No one...not
even other military prisoners could tolerate a traitor to their country. 
Janey became a widow and single mom at the tender age of nineteen.  It had
been an unimaginably tough break.  Besides losing her husband and the
father of her child, she was broke.  The Air Force denied any survivor
benefits to the widow of a man convicted of selling military secrets.  She
was alone and over a thousand miles from her home back in downstate
Michigan.  There was nothing to return to in Michigan, so for the past ten
years, Janey had set about living and raising her daughter Laura in Panama
City.  She had worked at the Holiday Inn for the past several years, during
that time she met her friend and "roommate" Rosita.  Rosita was also a
single mom, having been divorced and raising a ten year old boy named
Carlo. By sharing expenses, they were able to have a nice townhouse
apartment on the edge of town.  The roommate arrangement worked out well
for babysitting too. As Janey stood in the bathroom, preparing for bed she
reflected on her present life...nearing her 31st birthday...her lovely
twelve year old daughter...and her work.  Again her thoughts returned to
Bob and the shocking events that day.  Janey's life had become routine and
predictable.  As perverse and immoral as the conduct that she had observed
that day was, she could not shake her fascination and intrigue.  Her gaze
traveled over her body as she stood before the bathroom mirror....wondering
if such a man as Bob would find her desirable. After she had made the
arrangement for Bob to use the vacant cocktail lounge, her curiosity had
drawn her to sneak into the lounge.  As she stood in the shadows of the
closed entry to the lounge, the abandoned, kinky sex that she had witnessed
was beyond her wildest imagination.  Just when she had thought that she had
seen it all, the little girl that she had seen at the table in the dining
room with this woman showed up looking for her mom.  What had happened at
that point was simply way too much for Janey to comprehend all at once. 
Janey stood with her eyes closed as she recalled the vision of this tiny,
soft, and apparently innocent child joining the adult couple for a finale
to their debauchery.  Janey remained in a sexual haze, but was startled
back to the present as she realized her hand had strayed to her long
neglected pussy.  Her fingers sliding through her blond bush to caress her
starving and now dripping cunt.  The vision of the woman's shaved pubes
returned to her consciousness, and Janey began to draw her bath water.  As
she stepped into the tub, Janey decided to grab her razor.  "I'll need a
little mirror and some baby oil too." She thought to herself.  After
several minutes of laying back in the warm water and self-pleasuring
herself, she set about the task of completely removing her pubes.  It was
definitely a task that was an exquisite pleasure, as she was on the verge
of an orgasm as she finished.  She jammed two...then three fingers into her
steaming pussy, again imagining Bob and his hot, thick manmeat.  She
continued to rub her steaming cunt with baby oil and came with an intensity
that Janey had never before known.  As Janey luxuriated in the fog of the
bath and her passion, she again thought of the woman's daughter, and then
of her own little Laura.  Her body again shuddered in passion and then in
shame.  "God Almighty!  How can I think of my little girl like that!" She
cried silently, but the thoughts persisted.  Janey tried to block it out as
she finished preparing for bed.  As Rosita called softly through the door,
she was shaken out of her reverie.  Rosita worked the graveyard shift at an
all night restaurant and was announcing her departure for work.  Janey
slipped on her robe and opened to door to Rosita.  She mentioned that Carlo
had a busy day playing at the beach and was sleeping soundly.  Rosita also
told Janey that Laura was just fine, but really missed her mommy on the
long work days that Janey had.  "Thanks Rose, I'll look in on her.  Don't
work too hard...Guess I'll see you in the morning." Rose scurried out the
door a little late already for her shift. After Rosita left, Janey padded
down the hallway to the kitchen.  She didn't usually drink much, but felt
like she needed something this evening to finish unwinding.  She found a
partial pitcher of sangria in the refrigerator and poured a tall glass. 
Stepping out to the patio, she stood sipping the wine....a warm flush going
down her body.  She questioned herself if this was the wine or the now
familiar feelings she had just endured in the bathroom.  The soft breeze
caressed her legs, giving Janey an urge to feel its soft touch all over her
body as she removed her robe and draped it on the patio railing.  A new
thrill charged through her as Janey realized that she was now nude and
standing out on her open patio.  "It's late, but could any of my neighbors
see me." She wondered.  The very thought again ignited her passions.  So
much had happened that day, that Janey was still trying to assimilate it
all, but she was beginning to realize that this was a turning point in her
life.  As Janey entered the townhouse from the patio, she set about turning
off the lights and readying for bed.  Up the steps, and check in on little
Laura.  Gingerly twisting the door knob and slowly cracking open the door,
Janey gazed upon her darling little girl.  Laura was sleeping, but appeared
to have been restless.  The little girl had kicked off most of her covers
and lay curled in a fetal position, hugging an old rag doll had been her
favorite since she was an infant.  Janey noticed Laura's body in a new way
as she compared her little girl to the girl at the restaurant.  She damned
herself for lingering on the sight of her flawless, tanned legs literally
glowing in the moonlight streaking in from the window.  Her budding breasts
already larger than Janey's modest size tits, pushed against the shortie
nightgown.  Janey pushed the door open a bit more, causing the hinge to
creak.  Laura stirred and her eyes slowly opened in recognition.  "Hi
sweetie, mommy's home." Janey stepped over to Laura's bed and sat beside
her.  Laura spun around and sat upright, hugging tight to her mom.  "I miss
you so much when you have to work late mom." A few tears ran from Laura's
eyes.  "I hate it too hon, but I gotta have the second job to make ends
meet.  "I just wish I had more time with you." The little girl cried
softly. "Me too punkin'." Janey breathed as she held the clinging
woman-child in her arms. "Oh God!  I just can't believe this is happening"
Janey agonized with her thoughts.  As she held the girl, she felt her
warmth, softness, and sweet fresh smell.....the older woman's pussy
throbbed and gushed with forbidden and confused lust.  Releasing her grasp
on her child, Janey laid the girl down on her pillow, smoothing her hair
and planted little butterfly kisses on her face.  The joy and tranquility
that she saw on her daughter's face made her soul swell with love and
tenderness.  A darker part of her was also taking over.  Again she thought
about the little girl at the hotel.  "Sweet Jesus...I need to get out of
here and go to bed." Janey thought in silence.  Well...g'night
Laura...sweet dreams punkin'." Laura said as she stood up be the girl's
bed. "Oh mommy....Please!  Don't leave me alone.  Janey was screaming at
herself inside.  "I have to go, or.....I don't know what." Laura's eyes
pleaded with her mom's.  Janey was panicky.  She knew she just couldn't
leave her little girl like this.  She also knew the lust in her heart.  Her
mind battled with these two forces and the betrayal of all things she had
previously held sacred. Janey took another look at her daughter.  As she
stared, a vision of Bob came to Janey's mind.  Bob was kneeling next to
little Laura across from Janey.  His thick, throbbing mushroom cockhead
glistened with precum as he stroked his hand up and down the shaft.  Janey
imagined leaning toward the hot pole of flesh and tasting the clear liquid
about to drip off onto her little girl's face.  In her torrid thought, she
rolled toward her daughter, leaned over and enveloped the shaft of Bob's
cock in her mouth.  That glorious throbbing meat pistoning in and out of
her mouth.  As Bob's orgasm neared, Janey backed off of his cock and jacked
it until a deluge of hot cum spurted out as Janey thought of aiming it at
little Laura's face.  Janey thought, "This is so evil and filthy, but I
have never experienced such joy....and he's not even actually here.  With a
groan of resignation to her plight, Janey laid her head on the pillow next
to Laura and held the child in her arms.  Cuddling up with her little girl,
Janey was wallowing in a mixture of guilt and ecstasy.  Her fingers trailed
through the child's long, blond hair and moved around to caress the
porcelain-smooth skin of her face.  Her lips moved closer to her ear as she
whispered endearments to the girl....breathing her heat onto the little
girl's tender flesh.  Her freshly-shaven pussy was boiling hot.  Janey
tried to tell herself that it was all the thought that she was having about
Bob, but the truth was undeniable.  She wanted to take her pure, innocent
child on a trip of unspeakable perversion with a strange, grown man.  She
also knew that she wanted to be right there.....a part of it all....to
personally taste - no...not taste, but to devour - her own daughter's body
and soul!  The heat welling up in Janey's body and the tug of her robe as
she laid on the bed reminded her that she was still wearing her robe.  She
had not put on a nightgown yet, since Rosita had interrupted her before she
left for work.  The robe was her only covering, but it was hot and binding.
She knew that this was so wrong, but needed to be free of the garment and
allow her flesh to press against Laura's.  As Janey sat up and squirmed out
of the robe, Laura lay peacefully with a curious look on her face.  "Mommy
is uncomfortable in the robe honey, and I didn't get a chance to put my
nightgown on yet." Janey smiled nervously, suddenly self-conscious of her
nudity in front of her daughter.  "That's OK mommy.  I'm hot too.  I'm
gonna take my gown off.  Janey's heart raced at hearing the words.  She
gazed upon Laura squirming out of her gown.  She smiled and gazed lovingly
at her mommy.  Laura then noticed that Janey wasn't wearing panties either.
The little girl paused and then along with a little giggle, quickly slid
off her panties.  Mother and child melted into each other's arms and held
each other - not tight - but simply totally emeshed for what seemed like an
eternity.  The dark lust grew in Janey's body like a cancer.  Even though
she had never experienced a sexual feeling for another female in her life,
her own little girl was opening that door for the first time.  She could
feel little Laura's heart softly pounding through their melded flesh....the
all-consuming warmth of her velvet flesh the lengths of their bodies....her
slow, clear, warm breaths on her face....the sweet smell of strawberries
from her shampooed hair. Her mind was screaming at itself!  Janey wanted to
badly to make love to her little girl ,pure, untouched, and innocent....her
only child.  She was being driven to take her most cherished and loved part
of her life on an uncontrolled, sick, and depraved ride into the depths of
incestuous, lesbian love.  Janey's thoughts again drifted back to the scene
in the hotel lounge.  Watching Bob treating that woman like a total slut
that she wanted to be.  Then her daughter showing up....that tiny hand
holding his shaft as it fucked in and out of the piss-soaked woman's
cunt....the girl cleaning both of them in the most intimate was possible.
'Uncle Bob!' the child called him.  "Yes!  I want 'Uncle Bob' for my little
girl too." Janey growled to herself.  She contemplated the possibilities.
This grown man fucking her little girl, pissing on her, soaking her hair
with piss and cum, shooting cum and piss into her tiny mouth.....YES Janey
came to an orgasm of such a proportion that her body convulsed....her
breathing turned to gasps....and a growl not dissimilar to a wounded animal
came from the depths of her throat.  She had not even touched herself.
Janey slowly returned to her senses as she heard Laura's voice.
"Mommy...mommy what's happening.  Are you OK?" Tears streamed down Janey's
face as she tried to control the shaking of her body.  How could she even
begin to explain this to her little girl?  "Oh yes punkin'.  I'm fine....I
just love my little girl Soooooo Much!  I'm just sad that I was gone from
you so long today." Janey began to shower kisses on little Laura's face. 
Laura loved her mother very much too, but she knew that something must be
different about this.  Laura had this queasy, but nice feeling deep in her
body.  It was something that she had been beginning to feel more and more
for the nearly the last year. The naïve child however could not explain it,
but it felt right.  Feeling safe and warm in her mothers arms with the
touch of her light kisses still dancing about her face, the little girl
then fell into a blissful slumber.  Janey noted Laura's body relax more and
then her steady, slowing breathing.  More tears flowed across Janey's face.
A mystical mix of the joy of love with her child, and the intrigue of the
days of debauchery with "Uncle Bob" that she hoped more and more to soon
follow. Janey rolled onto her back as Laura snuggled tightly to her side.
As she stared at the ceiling in the moonlight, she imagined her little girl
on her hands and knees.  'Uncle Bob' was on his knees behind
her....clutching her little, soft, sweet ass.....driving long, slow strokes
in and out of her child's wet and clutching pussy.  Janey could see it in
her mind as if it was already a reality.  As Bob and her little girl ground
into each other, she laid below them and raised her head and tongue to suck
their juices.  Her tongue laved over the shaft of Bob's plunging cock and
little Laura's near-hairless, stretched labia.T Janey imagined her hands
reaching up to her little girl's head....gently pressing her sweet, tiny
mouth down to her newly-shaved cunt.  It was just too exhaustive.....Janey
fell into a deep, blissful sleep.





   To be continued in Part Five.

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