From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Mar 12 07:47:55 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MothDaug 1/8 "A Mother-Daughter Twosome"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 04:47:55 -0800
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WARNING:
This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset
you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be the "TheEditor."
A Mother-Daughter Twosome
Chapter 1
"Ann Walker trudged wearily from the front office of the Bay
Construction Company, and turned down Market Street to begin the
four block walk to her car. San Francisco screamed around her in
the throes of its rush-hour convulsions, spewing people and cars
and dirt and noise out of its belly in frenzied, hysterical haste.
The sky was low with the smog that had settled in from the bay,
and a half-ridden sun broiled the sweating city mercilessly. It
was hot, noisy, cramped and stinking. It was Progress.
"Hey, get the hell out of the way!"
Ann Walker jerked her head up, and stepped quickly back up
onto the curb. An irate cab driver squealed around her, blasting
his horn at the same time, and staring at her as though she'd
insulted him personally by having delayed him the two-and-a-half
seconds she'd been standing in the gutter. Ann glared back at
him, angered by his anger, feeling the tension of the day suddenly
wash over her. Then she was pushed off the curb by the mass of
humanity pressed up behind her, as the traffic light turned green
and the mindless herd began to swarm across the intersection. She
stumbled, caught herself, and hurried ahead to keep up with the
flow. She finally reached the parking lot that held her car, and
waited while the attendant tried courageously to find her small
Ford Falcon in the endless sea of parked automobiles. She slumped
down onto a bench, and tried to close her mind to the maddening
frenzy that possesses a city between 4:30 and 6:00.
Ann was 36 years old, and had lived in San Francisco for the
last two years. But she could never adjust herself to the city's
rush, the tension, the nerve-wracking tempo that others seemed to
take for granted. She was a beautiful woman, with dark brown hair
which lay in soft curls on her shoulders, and an almost naive
face, which was betrayed only by a pair of intense, almost
smoldering eyes. She affected a somewhat cool manner, and often
gave others the impression of aloofness, and perhaps even conceit;
but this was only a defense, a rein that held her frustrations in
check. It was only in her eyes that one could perceive the fire
that burned inside her, could even guess at the wild animal that
lay imperfectly concealed behind that cool exterior. It was this
combination of aloofness and yet the hint of some insatiable
desire that served to make her irresistibly magnetic to men, who
flocked to her like flies to honey. And the more they flocked,
the more aloof she became, her defenses barely able to hold in
check the intensity of her inner passions.
Ann's car finally came sputtering out of the parking lot,
adding more than its share to the poison in the air around her.
She quickly paid the attendant, and slid her slender body behind
the wheel. She eased out of the parking lot's driveway, and began
to make her slow, agonizing way out of the city. This was the
part of the day she hated most. Even the morning rush hour was
not this bad, because then she was fresh, still untouched by the
day's trials and tribulations. But now, after a day's frustrating
monotony ...
Ann blasted her horn at a Lincoln Continental which was
trying to force its way into her line of traffic. She eased the
accelerator toward the floor, cutting him off and forcing him to
brake with a jerk. He glared at her, she glared at him, and the
traffic slowed around them like a river flowing around song unseen
obstruction. Then Ann scooted ahead of the Lincoln, victor in
this round of her fight to escape the city, and made her way
toward the Bayshore Freeway, southbound.
She lived in a tiny two-bedroom apartment in South San
Francisco, which had no advantages except that it was relatively
inexpensive. But that was enough. Her job as secretary for the
Bay Construction Company certainly didn't pay very well, and to
think of moving into something closer to her work and therefore
more expensive, was out of the question. Ann tolerated her work,
but didn't enjoy it. Still, it was something, and the best she
could find with her work record. She had moved all around the
country in the last 18 years, seldom staying in one place more
than a few years, usually staying far less. The cities she had
lived in were so numerous that she often lost track of them, and
her past was filled with certain periods of time she couldn't even
account for. But she didn't think about that often: to her, one
city was like another, one job was like another, and except for
periodic changes in setting, her life followed the same pattern
with frustrating sameness.
It hadn't always been that way. In high school Ann had been
quite a participant in the school's social scene. She had been a
cheerleader, class vice-president, homecoming queen, all of the
things that typify a young girl's high school success story. Boys
had swarmed around her, inviting her out, walking her to classes,
begging for some of the attention she gave to those she liked.
But, that had all changed, abruptly, her senior year ... had
changed with a finality that still drove her from place to place
in an unending attempt to escape its irrevocable consequences.
The lovely secretary tried to force her mind onto some other
subject, but it returned every time to the pain of that last year
in school. She hadn't really even known Tom well. She had only
accepted his offer of a date in order to attend a last minute
beach party with some friends, and had not even found him that
attractive. Tom had been very attentive, and Ann had had much too
much wine to drink, and before sloe knew it she was wrestling with
him on the beach, separated from the others, at first resisting
and then, aroused beyond endurance by his sexual foreplay, finally
accepting his body with an abandon that took Tom completely by
surprise.
Ann passed a trembling hand across her soft brown eyes, and
tried to focus on the traffic. But the cars ahead of her slowed
until they came to a complete stop, and while she waited for the
metal river to start flowing again, she tried to remember what it
had been like, that first time.
She remembered a great deal of pain, her shame once it was
all over, and her agonized waiting until her period came, but
little more. And when her period hadn't come, she'd waited
longer, praying that it was just delayed, her fears of pregnancy
immobilizing her completely, until finally she was simply spending
the entire day in bed at home. Finally, her mother had forced her
to go to the doctor, thinking she might be seriously ill, but
having no idea of the nature of her illness. The doctor easily
drew the truth from her, and when his tests were completed, her
terrible fears were proven true.
Ann felt a shiver run through her curvaceous body, still able
to feel the effect that awful news had had upon her so many years
ago. The doctor had told her mother immediately, and her mother,
despite Ann's protestation, had insisted that the boy marry her.
Ann hadn't wanted that, simply because she hadn't known Tom very
well, but Mrs. Walker had insisted, and there followed a traumatic
four months while Tom and his family were convinced, arrangements
were made, and Ann herself grew steadily larger with the life
inside her. They were married in her fourth month, and it seemed
for a while that things would be all right. But then, even before
the baby was born, they began to quarrel, she perhaps made more
edgy by her pregnancy, and he unable to give her the patience and
understanding she desired. They had even come to blows on one
occasion, Tom knocking her down at the height of one of their
arguments. But then he had apologized profusely, as he always
did, and promised that it would never happen again. But, of
course, it did, with increasing frequency.
And then the baby had been born, and it had seemed again that
they might be able to function as a unity and live together, this
time through the mediating influence of their daughter. But it
was soon apparent that even little Lani could not act as a bridge
to cross that chasm which lay between the two of them. For eight
tempestuous months after her birth, they had made life miserable
for one another, until finally Ann had discovered that Tom was
having an affair with a woman in the same apartment building, and
she'd decided to leave him. It hadn't surprised her that he was
having an affair, because she hadn't slept with him for months,
and yet that affair gave her the excuse she needed to rationalize
in her own conscience the step she was taking.
The divorce proceedings had been short, and unprotected. Tom
had been just as willing Ann to break off their obvious mismatch.
She had been awarded a small alimony, but most important of all
for her, she had been awarded custody of her child, Lani.
The insistent blaring of a horn gradually broke through the
curtain of Ann's memories, and she looked up to see that traffic
had again begun to move on the Bayshore. She quickly moved ahead,
and gradually picked up speed until she was going a relatively
brisk 45 miles per hour. Her mind was somewhat at ease now,
pacified by the turn her thoughts had taken in the direction of
her daughter.
Ann smiled again. Lani had been such a beautiful baby, had
hardly ever cried, had walked before she was 18 months, and was
talking by the time she was 2/ old. She was Ann's one joy in
life, and had become gradually over the years her only real reason
for living. After the trauma of her marriage, Lani had formed the
cornerstone of her sanity, and for a year after her divorce, the
two of them had constituted a self-sufficient entity, with little
or no contact with the outside world. Without that time with her
child alone, to recuperate from the wounds which her marriage had
left upon her, Ann might very well have broken down completely.
But while Lani had been able to salve those wounds with the
simple fact of her presence, she had not been able to heal the
scars they left on Ann's personality, and on her sexual being in
particular. Anything that remotely reminded the young mother of
the traumatic experience she had been through with her immature
husband was avoided, shoved into the far recesses of her mind to
lie hidden behind an almost neurotic wall of repression. She had
been hurt irreparably, and she had subconsciously placed the blame
for all her troubles on the sexual side of her nature. She feared
any kind of intimate involvement, and rejected coolly all advances
made by the scores of men drawn irresistibly to her, with the
result that, as the years passed, her sexual frustration
increased. And as it increased, her fear of her own sexuality
increased as well, and she expended more and more energy to keep
that sexuality hidden, disarmed, incapable of leading her into
relationships that might prove painful or destructive.
And so she moved from place to place, thinking she was
avoiding entanglements that would divert her attention from her
young daughter, but in reality simply trying to escape the
undeniable pressures exerted on her by her own seething
sensuality. She had begun by moving around the east coast, From
Delaware to South Carolina, and then her fears had driven her
west. Each time she would move into a city, find a dull and
usually poorly paying job, and try to settle with Lani into some
kind of routine that resembled stability. She knew,
instinctively, that her daughter needed that stability, and that
she herself needed it as well. She would slowly make a few
friends, and begin to come out of her shell slightly, and then she
would find herself being drawn to one of the many men who pursued
her with stubborn persistence.
At first those men would seem content with a purely platonic
relationship, and Ann would perceptibly bloom on the release of
having someone to talk to, someone with whom she could break
through the icy walls of her self-imposed aloofness. But then,
inevitably she would find that those men began to make demands on
her, sexual demands, demands that showed either an unwillingness
or an inability to understand her reluctance to become intimately
involved. And then would come the inevitable conversations that
stretched painfully into the middle of the night, and then the
arguments, and then the final break. Sometimes the break was
clean, and Ann would be able to stay where she was, though more
confused and frustrated than before. But at other times, the men
in her life would not give up. They would be able to sense the
restrained desire, the hidden but burning sexuality that twisted
the young woman with its force, and would try to help her bring it
out into the open, to deal with it, to come to terms with herself.
And it was then that Ann fled, terrified, not only from their
offers of help, but from herself as well.
The tired young woman left the freeway, and began to make her
way up the small streets to her apartment. The houses all passed
by her with a hypnotic sameness, colored in nauseous shades of
dirty pastels, squeezed together as though trying to impress the
curious observer of their solidarity with one another. But there
were no curious observers In South San Francisco, and their
solidarity had long since atrophied into mere congestion.
Turning into her parking space, the beautiful secretary cut
the motor and wearily eased her voluptuous body from behind the
steering wheel. She didn't bother to lock the car, but made her
way toward the common entrance she shared with the 8 other
apartments in her building, fill cramped cubicles exactly like her
own. She stopped by her mail box hopefully, but it offered her
nothing more than an old circular she'd never bothered to remove.
She sighed, and turned to the stairs leading to her apartment.
"Well, Mrs. WaIker, nothing again today?"
Ann stopped but didn't turn around. If there was one thing
she didn't want to do now it was talk to Mrs. Pinchley, perhaps
the most unpleasant neighbor she had ever been unfortunate enough
to have.
"No, Mrs. Pinchley, nothing again today."
Without turning to confront the prunish old lady, Ann again
started for the stairs. She didn't reach them, however, nor did
she really expect to.
"Well that's a shame," came the irritating voice from behind
her, "but you know it's just what I was saying to you the other
day, Mrs. Walker, about young people today. They just don't seem
to have any consideration, any common courtesy even. Why, I
remember when I was young, I used to write my family at least
twice a week! Sometimes three times! If I were you, Mrs. Walker,
I'd give that child of yours a talking to. Now l don't want to
butt in, of course ..."
Then don't, you decrepit old bitch, Ann thought to herself
Impatiently, wanting only t o get upstairs and pour a relaxing
drink for herself.
"... but it seems to me that that daughter of yours has no
respect for her elders. That's what it is. And those friends of
hers, those hippie people, why I don't believe they've taken a
bath in months, Mrs. Walker, and that's a fact! And now she's
gone to live up there on that hippie commune! Well, deary, I know
you must be sick with worry, and without any letters from her at
all ..."
Ann turned to the babbling old woman abruptly, and glared
down on her.
"Mrs. Pinchly, I am not sick with worry, I do get letters
from my daughter, and I'll thank you to keep your ..."
"Yes, Mrs. Walker, but how many letters?" the old hen
cackled, "two in the last three months! Why when I was young, I
used to write my family at least twice a week! Sometimes three
times!"
"Mrs. Pinchley," Ann said harshly, her patience at an end,
"I'm sure you did. In fact, I'm constantly amazed that you can
find anything more to talk about."
Ann turned on her heel and walked quickly up the stairs,
leaving the old woman open-mouthed in the hallway below. She
unlocked the door to her apartment, and went inside, closing it
behind her. Goddamned old gossip, she thought to herself, and
moved to her small, meagerly supplied bar. She poured herself a
drink, and took a long swallow, letting it wash the tension out of
her with its soothing warmth.
She turned to the small air conditioner that made life just
bearable during the summer, switched it on, and moved across the
room to the hallway leading to the kitchen. She walked slowly
along the hall, stopped in front of the second door, opened it
quietly, and stood leaning against the door jamb, looking into the
room sadly.
But Mrs. Pinchley is right, Ann admitted to herself, I am
sick with worry. If Lani would only write, and tell me what's
happening ...
The upset young mother stood looking into her daughter's room
for a few moments, at the high school pennants and the stuffed
animals spread across the brightly colored bedspread, and then
closed the door softly. She made her way through the hall to the
kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out some ice to cool
her drink. Then she sat slowly at the kitchen table? lowered her
face into her hands, and began, very quietly to cry.
It had all started with her latest move to California, two
years before. Lani had been in her last year of high school, and
had begun to show signs of restlessness, of dissatisfaction, not
with her mother, but with things in general. She had begun
running with a strange crowd, long-haired, strangely clothed, and
rebellious. Ann had been careful not to criticize, knowing that
her opposition would only serve to make her daughter more
committed to the group of people she had chosen as friends.
Throughout that year, Lani's relationship with her mother had
remained the same understanding, warm bond that it had always
been, and there had been no ruptures in their deep-seated love for
one another.
And yet, not long after Lani had begun to run with this
crowd, she started talking about leaving home, and making her own
way in the world. Again, Ann had talked this over with her
rationally, and unemotionally, even though the very thought of
life without Lani caused her unbearable pain. And then, one day,
it had happened. Lani had told her mother that some of her
friends had decided to join a commune in Mendocino, and that she
had decided to go with them. Ann tried desperately to dissuade
her, arguing that she hadn't yet finished school, that she wasn't
ready to take this great step yet, that she knew nothing about the
commune or the people in it. But Lani would not be dissuaded, and
Ann knew that it was useless to try to forbid her strong-willed
young daughter. Again the mother decided to preserve at all costs
the warm, loving relationship that existed between the two of
them, and after warning Lani of the dangers, and making sure her
daughter knew that her bedroom would always be waiting for her if
she should want to come back, Ann gave her unwilling consent to
Lani's plan.
The air conditioner was just beginning to make its presence
felt in the small apartment. Ann raised her head from the cradle
of her hands, stretching her long slim legs sensuously under the
table, and spreading her finely rounded thighs slightly apart,
letting the air circulate some of the heat and dampness from
between them. She stared fixedly at the wall opposite her,
completely absorbed in her thoughts of her daughter. A slight
frown creased her beautiful face as she remembered the one time
Lani had come home on a visit from the commune. She had brought a
whole group of friends with her, both boys and girls, and they had
all slept on the floor in the same room, in bleeping bags and
blankets.
There had been almost 10 of them, all long-haired, freely
looking types, with a vacant and yet somehow preoccupied look
about them. Lani had been wonderful, but Ann felt her attention
often preempted by her friends and so they had not really had much
of a chance to talk. Ann sensed that her daughter was not
completely happy with the choice she had made, that there was
something in the back of her mind that allowed just a trace of
doubt to gnaw quietly but persistently at her. But there had not
been time during that short visit for the two of them to sit down
and evaluate Lani's experiences, and before Ann could decide just
what the source of Lani's doubt was, she had gone away again, back
to Mendocino and the commune, in the company of her motley and
disheveled crew of friends.
Ann raised her body wearily from the table and walked to the
small living room, passing by her absent daughter's room this time
without stopping. She walked over to the small sofa and lay down,
closing her eyes with a sigh, trying to rid her mind of the
anxiety that was beginning to close ins on it with undeniable
persistency Her voluptuously formed body lay tensed on the sofa,
her head propped up on an old and faded cushion. It had been
almost five months since Lani's visit, and since that time Ann's
home life had been a torture. She was beginning to drink too
much, and spent her evenings wandering from one place in the house
to another, absently, as though she were searching for something
without any idea of what it might be. Perhaps she had devoted
herself too much to her beautiful child, perhaps her life had
revolved around Lani's too completely, but she knew it was useless
to speculate about that kind of thing. The fact was that she did
[eel lost without her daughter, was drifting rudderless through
the maddening calm of her everyday, humdrum life.
The late afternoon sun forced its way through the dirty panes
of her apartment windows, warming sofa where she lay with lazy,
hot insistence. Ann must have dozed off, because when she opened
her eyes the apartment had grown dim with evening's half-light,
and the clock on her mantle said 7 :30. Automatically, she got up
to fix herself some dinner, and then stopped herself. She wasn't
hungry. She sat again on the sofa, and let her drowsiness seep
out of her slowly, leaving her somewhat rested and momentarily
calmer.
I dreamed something, she asked herself, what was it? She let
her mind ease back to a few moments before, and then a slight
smile fitted briefly across her beautifully sculpted face. Of
course ... Lani. I dreamed I went to visit her, and I held her
quietly in my arms on a grassy hillside and the sun Was very hot
on our faces, and there was nobody in the world but the two of us
...
Ann leaned back against the sofa, a look of concern on her
face. She tried to imagine what Lani's reaction would be, if she
were to show up unannounced in Mendocino, at the commune. She
thought Lani would be happy to see her, but she didn't know for
sure. Abruptly, the young woman stood up once again, and wandered
acres to the window nervously. It was Friday, and she had nothing
but another empty weekend to look forward to, 48 hours to spend in
idleness, with no housekeeping, no social life, and no family to
keep busy with. She looked out on the rows and rows of dirty
pastel houses, stretching down the hill toward the bay, and
pictured happy families, mothers and daughters, looking forward to
their two day vacation with anticipation and excitement. She
stared out the window, her firm, high-set breasts beginning to
heave with frustration, then quickly pulled the curtains and
started anxiously toward the kitchen, trying to rid herself of the
pain that was beginning to invade her tantalizing body. She
stopped unwillingly in the hallway again, opposite Lani's bedroom
door, and stood staring at it, through it, but not opening it.
And then, suddenly her mind eased, and the pain flowed out of her
chest, and her anxiety ridden body stopped its quivering. It was
as though an enormous burden had been inexplicably lifted from her
shoulders, as though an important decision had just been made for
her.
Why not? What was Me afraid of? She would go to Mendocino!
She would talk to Lani, and try to discover if she was really
happy. She did not admit it to herself, but she knew she would
try to convince Lani to come back to South San Francisco with her,
to take up their life again just as it had been before. And even
if she didn't come, what better way was Mere to spend a weekend
but with her lovely young daughter, just the two of them?
A great smile radiated across the voluptuous secretary's
beautiful face, turning what had been anxiety into excitement.
She would go first thing in the morning, it would only take a few
hours to drive to Mendocino, and then she would see her precious
child again. She fumed happily towards the kitchen, suddenly
hungry now, and then stopped.
To hell with dinner, she thought to herself enthusiastically,
I've got to figure out what to wear! She rushed into her bedroom,
alive and happy for the first time in many, many months, and
almost danced over to her closet. Her mind was already soaring
far beyond South San Francisco, far beyond the small confines of
her too small apartment. She was already in Mendocino, in the
hot, hot sun, lying on a grassy hillside and holding her innocent
young daughter in the gentle embrace of her loving arms. Her
daughter? Her life!!!!
Chapter 2
"Bob, you just don't understand," Lani Walker was saying,
"your home life was so screwed up, you just can't see what I'm
talking about. I love my mother ... we've got a really beautiful
thing between us, you know?"
Lani lay on her back, her eyes searching the cloudless
California sky, her bare toes playing little games with the golden
brown grass that covered the hills of Mendocino.
"I mean, my mother doesn't have all the hangups about her kid
that your parents have. She treats me like an adult, so there
isn't any need for me to rebel against her. I mean I didn't run
away from her like you did from your parents. There wasn't any
need to."
"Look, kiddo, I didn't run away from my parents. I just
left, see? And anyway, I think you're just kidding yourself,
because your mother just isn't as understanding as she pretends."
"Bob, that's not true ..."
"Yes it is true, baby, I know it's true ... When we were all
down at your mother's place, she was hanging all over you, man,
like you were some kind of teddy bear or something ..."
"Come on, Bob, that's not fair! Just because you can't
visualize any kind of love between parents or children doesn't
mean it doesn't exist, right? I mean ..."
"All right! Let's just forget about it, O.K.? It's Saturday
afternoon, and the sun is shining ... let's talk about something
else for Christ's sake! The whole thing is so fucking sentimental
I think I'm going to cry."
Lani looked over at him as he turned away on his side, and
then she sat up abruptly, and looked away. Her long blonde hair
was tangled with strands of grass, and her eyes were moist with a
few tentative tears caused by the lack of understanding on her
boyfriend's part. Her face was almost an exact replica of her
mother's, with the same soft brown eyes and delicately formed
features, but lacking the coolness, the distance her mother had
cultivated after so many years of frustration. Lani was young,
but already had a figure that surpassed even her mother's, with
large rounded breasts and gently flaring hips, and soft smooth
thighs that were tanned a delicious golden brown by the hot
California sun. Her slender arms reached out around her shapely
legs, and clasped together tightly around her knees, which were
trembling slightly now with emotion. She glanced over at Bob, and
tried to decide why he was sometimes so harsh with her. She knew
he had had a rough life, but still ... sometimes it was as though
he didn't have any feeling for her at all.
She quickly turned her thoughts away from this unpleasant
thought, deciding that it was absurd to even suspect that Bob
didn't love her. After all, wasn't he one of the main reasons she
had come to the commune in the first place? She looked away,
across the lush green hills covered sparsely by single standing
oaks in irregular patterns, and her mind wandered aimlessly
through visions of her past, her school, old friends, her mother
...
"Look, kiddo, I'm sorry."
Lani's memories were invaded by Bob's deep masculine voice.
She didn't turn to him immediately.
"Oh, that's all right Bob. I guess I get carried away
sometimes when I think about Mom. It's my fault really."
"No, I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's my fault. But,
like I don't understand one thing, kiddo."
She turned to him questioningly.
"... I mean, if everything was so fine back in San Francisco,
why did you come up here? Christ, you could have stayed there in
your Momma's lovin' arms!"
Lani looked at him in surprise, but saw he was serious.
She'd come for him, of course!
"Oh, I don't know. I guess I just had to settle down in a
place of my own, you know? I mean, ever since I remember, Mom and
I have been either moving in or moving out of crummy little two
bedroom apartments. I can't even remember how many. And, I never
went to the same school more than a year and a half ... Oh, I
don't mean it was all that bed! All I'm saying is ... well ... I
just had to find something a little more stable, you know?"
Bob leaned over to her, and drew her supple young body over
to him roughly, pressing her up against him.
"Yeah, I know kiddo ... something stable like me, huh?"
Lani winced a little from the unexpected roughness, and then
eased herself into the curve of his huge, muscular frame. She
snuggled up like an infant against his massive chest, and worked
her face up against the rough stubble of his week-old bear,
sighing with pleasure. She felt the crotch of his jeans begin to
bulge as his hidden cock quickly grew excited by her tantalizing
closeness, and laughingly reached down to touch its fabric-covered
hugeness with her small tanned hand.
"Mmmm ... well, I guess you're pretty stable, all right ..."
With a throaty growl, Bob threw her over onto her back, and
pressed her breasts back against her small frame with his powerful
body He reached under her skimpy body shirt and ran one hand
teasingly up over one soft unencumbered nipple, raising it to an
instant hardness.
"Want to see just how stable, kiddo?" he asked laughingly.
Lani moaned with the pleasure elicited by his expert
manipulations of her breasts, and answered only by reaching down
seductively to slowly unbutton the top button of his straining
blue jeans.
* * *
Ann Walker eased her Ford Falcon to the side of the small one
lane road, and pulled out the map the man at the local postoffice
had given her. Farm Road 1789. This must be it, she thought,
looking up for confirmation at the billboard on her right. Past
the Quaker State sign and turn right. She set the map down on the
seat beside her, and eased the car into gear.
She hadn't started as early that morning as she'd wanted. As
soon as she'd woke up, she'd thought of a million things she could
spend that Saturday doing, errands she'd put off for months,
letters she'd never planned to write ... but then her mind had
stopped rushing around desperately trying to think up excuses for
not coming, and she'd realized she was just being silly.
She was still nervous, though, even after her long drive---
nervous about how Lani would receive her surprise visit, uncertain
whether she might be intruding She was almost convinced that Lani
would be overjoyed to see her, but not quite. She hoped that the
single fact of her presence would not put any kind of pressure on
her daughter, making her feel as though she had to choose between
her mother and the commune. The reason Ann felt this way, of
course, was that unconsciously she hoped Lani would make that
choice, and would return to South San Francisco with her.
She drove back onto the road, and turned right onto Farm Road
From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Mar 12 07:48:11 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MothDaug 2/8 "A Mother-Daughter Twosome"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 04:48:11 -0800
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1789. She drove up a long hill with the sun at her back, and
continued on until the paved road turned into gravel, and the
gravel finally gave way to a rutted, sun-baked dirt that
threatened to wrench her old car's shock absorbers from the
chassis. Bravely, she went on, and finally came to an old broken
down fence stretched haphazardly across the road with a carefully
painted sign hung beside it, the words "The Zodiac" emblazoned on
the sign in red letters.
Well, this is it, she thought to herself nervously, and
looked with apprehension at the dry hillsides around her, broke
only by the line of rusted barbed wire that stretched out from the
gate until it disappeared behind the curve of the hill. The
isolation and apparent desolation of the place disturbed her, and
she wondered how Lani could enjoy being so cut off from
civilization. She got out of the car, and opened the old gate,
which creaked in the hot stillness of the afternoon, eerily, like
an invitation to enter another world. Getting back in her car,
she drove through, stopped, got out once again, and closed the
gate behind her. You're here, the gate creaked at her once again,
and she hurriedly got back into her car and drove on.
After a mile or so, she came suddenly into a clearing,
surrounded by homemade wooden cabins peaking out into it from
under the protection of a grove of huge oak trees. The houses
were all fairly small, except for one building that stood out from
the others and had a long front porch built out from it, covered
by a shingled roof. There didn't seem to be many people about,
though Ann did see a couple of naked children playing around one
of the houses in a carefree game of kick-the-can, and two woman
dressed in calico sitting in the shade of a large tree, mending
what looked like handmade shirts. She drove up to the main
building, which she took to be some kind of meeting hall, and
stopped her car in front.
As she slid her slender body from behind the wheel, she saw a
man walk out on the porch in front of her, and gaze down at her
with curiosity. His eyes peered out from behind a massive,
tangled growth of beard and hair, that practically hid his face
from view. His hands rested lazily in the pockets of his faded,
patched coveralls.
"Good afternoon," Ann ventured timorously. "My name is Ann
Walker."
Ann could feel the bearded man's eyes taking her in, and
suddenly she felt very out of place in this almost 19th century
community, dressed as she was in her modern, brightly colored,
light summer dress. She waited for the man to give some response
to her introduction, but he simply continued staring at her,
impassively.
"My daughter lives here in this ... place," Ann continued
bravely. "Her name is Lani Walker."
The silent man descended the stairs slowly, and walked over
to where Ann was standing. Her nervousness grew as he approached
her, but then he stuck out his hand and smiled.
"Of course ... Lani. I'm afraid we don't know very many last
names around here. How do you do?"
Ann shook his hand gratefully, suddenly put completely at
ease by the graciousness and ease of his manner.
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. ...?"
The man smiled again, quietly, and put his hands back into
his pockets.
"... Moses," he said simply.
"Well, I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Moses."
Ann was surprised to hear him laugh out loud, and then
questioned him with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh," the man beamed at her,
"but I'm afraid I'm not a mister. My name is just Moses. And
while you're here in the Village, I hope you don't mind if we call
you Ann."
Ann returned his laugh, comfortable somehow with this
seemingly gentle man.
"Oh, I'm sorry ... Moses then. And I'd love you to call me
Ann."
"Well that's fine. Good. Now I suppose you're looking for
Lani?"
"Yes, I am," Ann answered, "can you tell me where I might
find her?"
"The last I saw her she was walking up toward the Chapel."
"The Chapel?" Ann echoed.
"Oh, sorry, that's what we call the hillside where we
sometimes meditate and have group ... gatherings," Moses said with
a sly smile. "For us, it's a kind of church, so ..."
"I think that's lovely," Ann laughed, "that Chapel! That's
wonderful! Could you tell me how to get there? You see, I'm very
anxious to see my daughter."
"Well, she's with Bob right now ..."
"Oh, is that a friend of hers?" Ann asked hesitantly.
The man looked at her with a strange expression playing about
his eyes.
"We're all friends here, Ann. You'll soon find that out."
"Of course, I forgot," she laughed. "After all, isn't that
what a commune's for?"
"You're very right, Ann, that is exactly what a commune is
for." The same strange smile formed on his lips, making Ann
vaguely uneasy somehow, but she quickly dismissed it.
They chatted for a few moments more, and then Ann asked again
how she could get to the Chapel. Moses indicated a path rising
steeply from the Village, as he had told her the area where they
were now standing was called, and said that it came out right
above the Chapel. Ann thanked him and turned to make her way
across the clearing.
"Oh Ann?" he called after her.
"Yes?" she answered, turning back toward him.
"You're welcome to stay and share our dinner with us."
"That would be lovely," she called to him. "In fact, I was
hoping to stay the whole weekend. Would that be all right?"
"That would be fine! We'd love to have you. And you'll
enjoy it."
"You know," she said smiling, "I think I will, Moses."
He watched as she waved happily to him, and turned to climb
the steep path. His eyes devoured her perfectly formed hips as
they swung sensuously, enticingly from side to side.
"I know you will, Ann," he whispered under his breath, an
almost leering grin twisting his face under his huge beard, "I
know you will!"
* * *
It was a hard climb up the narrow, rock-filled path, and Ann
had to stop two or three times to catch her breath. Whew, I'm
really out of shape! she panted to herself silently, standing
about fifty feet below the crest of the hill. Well, one last pull
... and she started again, slowly, forcing one foot ahead of the
other.
She had been pleasantly surprised at the reception Moses had
given her back at the meeting house. She could admit to herself
now just how frightened she had been to come to the commune,
frightened of people who seemed so very much different from
herself. But Moses, despite his long hair and strange ways, had
seemed genuinely friendly, and Ann had been pleased. She had also
been impressed with the cleanliness and order of the commune.
There was nothing in it that was new, of course, and all the
buildings seemed to be hanging together only with chewing gum and
rubber bands, but despite its very makedo character, it was clean.
Most of the houses sported a fairly new coat of dark green or
brown paint, the yards around them were raked clean, and Ann could
see absolutely no litter or trash cluttering the place up at all.
She didn't really know what she'd expected, perhaps a rural slum
of tarpaper shacks with garbage and junked cars providing
occasional touches of impoverished color, but the rustic beauty of
"The Zodiac" as the commune was called, quickly dissolved all her
preconceptions.
And now, walking breathlessly toward the crest of the hill,
the pretty secretary breathed in the smokeless air, smelled the
healthy scent of dusty oak trees and sun-toasted grass, and
decided that Lani might just be right. If one could choose
between the exhilaration of a summertime hillside under a
cloudless sky, and the stench and filth of a modern city, who in
his right mind would be anywhere but where she was right at this
very moment, panting uncontrollably as she forced her lungs to
accept more oxygen than they'd had in years.
At last, Ann reached the top, and paused again to catch her
breath. She looked back over the climb she'd just made, and could
just make out through the trees the tops of a few of the buildings
down in the Village. Then she turned, and began to make her way
through the small line of trees that separated her from the meadow
on the other side of the hill. Her eyes sparkled with the
exertions of her climb, and her unaccustomed ears happily caught
the sound of birds talking to her from their hidden perches in the
oaks around her, the wind rustling softly through the branches,
the healthy sound of her own heavy breathing.
She suddenly stopped, hearing another sound she couldn't
identify. It was off to her left, and sounded like small animals
digging hastily into the ground. Silently, like some kind of
novice big-game hunter, she moved to her left, crouched over,
trying to catch a glimpse of whatever it was. She was soon
surprised to hear what sounded like muffled voices as well, coming
from somewhere at the edge of the line of trees, just at the top
of the meadow. She crept closer, and the sounds became more
distinct. They were voices, she decided, and involved in a fairly
intense discussion it seemed. If she just got a little closer she
could perhaps just ... Ann's hand suddenly flew to her mouth, and
she stifled a horrified shriek which threatened to burst from her
constricting throat. Her eyes grew wide with disbelieving shock
and revulsion, and she groped frantically for the tree beside her
to keep from falling.
For the words she had just heard distinctly were the
unmistakable passionate tones of her own daughter, Lani, crying
out madly:
"Yes, Bob! Oohhhhh, yes! Yes, You've got such a beautiful
hard cock! I love it inside, love it filling my cunt! Ohhhh!
Fuck me, Bob fuck me like this forever! Ohhhhhhhh!"
Ann steadied herself desperately against the massive trunk of
the towering oak tree, and slowly lowered her trembling hand from
her mouth. This can't be true, she thought to herself wildly, I
must have made a mistake! That's not ... it can't be!
Unwillingly, she was drawn toward the lewd sounds, unable to break
away. She came up over a little rise of ground, and hid herself
behind a tree. She could hear the scuffling again, the sounds she
had thought were small animals, but the voices had stopped She
looked with trepidation down toward the meadow and ...
Ann gasped almost audibly as her eyes located the source of
the voices. She stared with horrible fascination to where, not
fifty feet from where she stood, two people lay wrapped in an
obscenely intimate embrace, completely unaware of her presence.
Her body tensed completely as she saw that they were both naked,
and that the girl, who lay partially hidden by the man's huge
body, had long flowing blonde hair, just like her daughter's. No,
she tried uselessly to convince herself, tears of shame and
disgust beginning to flow unhindered into her eyes, it can't be
Lani!
But it was Lani, her face contorted in the twisted throes of
a building passion, her long, slender legs wrapped around the
powerful body above her, undulating slowly under his teasing
thrusts. Ann sank to her knees, unable to even bear her own
weight, much less run away from the obscene, heart-breaking scene.
Her daughter, her one love in life! Not just submitting, but
enjoying the lewd manipulations of the man above her! The tears
coursed silently down the distraught mother's cheeks as her eyes
remained glued to the salacious display before her ... her own
daughter.
... Lani Walker lay flat on her back in the grass and felt
Bob's hugely expanding cock tease in and out of her in a
quickening rhythm, as her cuntal-walls slowly expanded in her
vagina's desire to accept all of it, until finally she could
actually feel the tickling hairs of his balls slapping into the
smooth crevice of her asscheeks when he lowered himself into her.
Tingling sensations of aroused desire coursed through her veins,
instigating new, salacious little chills that began to run along
the base of her spine as she felt the measured tempo of Bob's
strong thick cock skewering moistly into her upturned loins.
Lani's naked body began to twitch and writhe under him, and
she heard mewling sounds tumbling from her lips, incessant little
noises of passion that bubbled uncontrollably from her sensually
parted mouth. Bob's unshaven face came down to kiss her and she
thrust her tongue up into his mouth, drawing back her legs
slightly, her buttocks moving provocatively against the softness
of the grass, her seething pussy contracting as the bliss-building
sensations increased unbelievably with his every stroke.
Bob felt her urgently answering throbs around the full,
pulsing length of his deeply buried cock. Her moistly clasping
cunt-flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing action as it
clutched at his throbbing rod of male flesh. Her pleasurable
whining and purring sounds were suddenly filling the air and her
head rolled from side to side on the grass, while her hips started
a slow, obscene rotation around his cock sunk deep in her sun-
browned belly. He clenched ho teeth tightly, sensing her nibbling
vagina screwing itself up closer against his hair-covered loins.
Ann couldn't believe her eyes as she watched her innocent
young daughter thrusting her beautiful, hungry young pussy lewdly
up against the intruding cock of the muscular man above her. She
wanted to scream out, to rush in and tear them apart, to protect
her young daughter from the pain and shame she knew always
accompanied sex. But she couldn't. All the strength in her had
instantly evaporated in the burning realization that Lani was
feeling no shame, was experiencing no pain, was in fact
aggressively accepting the man's massive penis into her clasping
vagina with an abandon and ecstasy that made her self-repressed
mother gasp. She stared at the lewdly undulating couple, her eyes
riveted on the glistening area of their loins, her own body
beginning to tingle with the unwanted vicarious thrill of his
blood-swollen penis sliding easily in and out, in and out, of her
daughter's wetly lubricated young vagina.
Lani Walker's eyes widened, as she felt an abrupt new wave of
sensual entrancement saturating her whole tingling body. A
maddening electric-like prickle began in the sanctuary of her
womb, spreading relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her satin
smooth flesh. She knew that a mass of exquisite moisture was
enticingly covering the entire area of her nakedly exposed vaginal
area. She rotated her hips excitedly from side to side around
Bob's fleshy, plunging cock, sensing the complete dilation of her
cunt as it sucked in time to his swollen cock's rhythmic throbs.
Then he made himself immobile, resting above her with his strong
arms placed on either side of her shoulders, letting her
trembling, impassioned body pump up and down at will on the rigid
shaft of solidly throbbing flesh that was fusing them into the
oneness of soul and body.
Ann made one last desperate attempt to escape, to get up and
leave this heartbreaking scene, but she couldn't. She remained
immobilized by her revulsion and could only stare in horrible
fascination as her daughter's moist, grasping cunt slid up and
down the thick cock, the thin pink ridges of inner flesh pulling
out and clinging to it as she screwed her luscious buttocks down
on the grass, the salacious mouth up between her thighs absorbing
the soft folds back into her when it swallowed the viscid,
glistening length of his lust-engorged penis on the slow,
tantalizing upstroke.
The unmoving young man watched the young girl's voluptuously
naked body increase its eager gyrations and up-and-down motions
with the passing of each second, the urgency of her thrusts
against him growing more pronounced, her desire-gritted teeth in
plain New as she strained toward that illusive orgasm. He felt
the flow of her cuntal moisture coating her hungrily sucking pussy
and heard the lewd wet sluicing sounds of the in-and-out fucking
movements as Lani thrust greedily up his cock, taking it deep
inside her, her back raising high to arch her cock-starved cunt
tight up against him ... Christ, it was too much ... too much! He
was ready to explode with the brain-warping lust she had peaked
inside him!
He reached back, grasping her ankles and raising them slowly
up and over her shoulders, eliciting a tiny wail of passion from
her as he rolled her into a helpless ball of obscenely positioned
loveliness beneath him.
Blinded with his own maddening desire, Bob drew his deeply
buried penis from her cunt until only its huge bulbous tip was
penetrating, then he plunged forward with every ounce of strength
in him, fucking the full, aching length of it fiercely into her
defenselessly exposed vagina.
"Auuugghhh ... ooohhhhh ... ooohhhh," Lani grunted as it
raced up into her, hearing and feeling the damp smack of his
pelvis battering against her nakedly upraised cunt. His strong,
heavy body dropped down onto her with jarring force, crushing her
full, aching breasts beneath her knees and into her chest. His
thickly swollen cock smashed into her receptive cunt like a
battering ram, pushing the no-longer-resisting folds of desire-
moistened flesh again and again in wild, rippling waves before its
smooth, rubbery head.
Oh, God, he had done it, Lani reasoned in her mounting bliss
... if only he didn't fail her now! Ooohhh ... she loved him,
adored him ... and his wonderful, handsome cock ...! He'd begun
longer, even harder strokes into her seething channel, while its
moistly quivering walls clasped desperately around the thick,
fleshy shaft slithering up frantically to devour its length to the
hilt. His heavy, sperm-bloated balls were slapping deliciously
into the dampness between her buttocks. She moaned loudly in
relief to the complete filling of her cock-split pussy-hole, while
he started a deep-thrusting grind into her thirstily palpitating
cunt. She sensed her head tossing wildly, her mouth gasping and
chanting unintelligibly in her maddening entrancement.
Lani's beautiful mother leaned unmoving against the
protective oak tree, her eyes wide with horror as she watched her
thrashing young daughter increase the maddening tempo of her
grinding thrusts. Ann's belly was knotted with mixed feelings of
shame, fear, and anger. She felt betrayed by Lani's obscene
undulations, and yet she couldn't control a growing tingle in her
own loins, an increasing excitement caused by the very lewdness of
their passionate embrace. She tried to still the fire growing in
her, but her attention was drawn irresistibly to the terrible
scene only fifty feet away. Her ears heard the incomprehensible
sounds of lust coming from her sweet young daughter's mouth, and
she remained frozen by the complete unreality of what she was
witnessing. No, she thought to herself wildly, not Lani ... not
my sweet little baby girl ...
"Oh, God, Bob ... I'm ... I-I'm going to ... I'm going to cum
...! Oooohhh ... yes ... yessss, Darling ... I'm cumming ...!
Ohhhhh ... fuck ... fuck me hard ... harder!" Lani pleaded in a
voice shrill with desire, her hands clawing at his hard-driving
buttocks, pulling him with impassioned frenzy deeper and deeper
into her widespread crotch.
His thickly burgeoning cock fucking into her without mercy,
made the cords in her throat and neck tighten in an unmistakable
signal. She could think of nothing but the enormous, cataclysmic
buildup rising like wildfire inside her! Her legs on either side
of his plunging loins were jerking and twitching in lewd
depravity, their warm, soft, white strength clamping him tight,
then, releasing him as she pulled her knees back against the tips
of her swollen breasts, waggling and thrusting her wet crotch and
buttocks up at him, moaning and gasping continuously. She wailed
to herself in her delicious enchantment, realizing that she was
hopelessly impaled on his marvelous, rock-hard cock fucking into
her seething vagina.
Bob had reached that point where he knew he'd blow his mind
if he didn't cum soon! He gasped downward at where his lust-
swollen rod was slipping smoothly in and out of her crazily
working cunt, and concentrated on the feel of the soft hair-lined
folds clasping and clinging to his furiously rampaging penis
thrusting with jack-hammer force up into her.
He increased the pace and deepened his fucking as she writhed
like a woman possessed beneath him, grinding up and down his cock
with unbelievable fury, her legs ever jerking her toes curling as
she lurched her trembling thighs wide and upward. He watched her
breasts heave and quiver beneath his brutal pummeling ... even saw
their tiny nipples expand before his eyes as she tossed her head
madly from side to side.
Then suddenly, she convulsed under him with the explosion of
her passion!
"Oh ... Ohooohhh ... yes! Yessss! Here it cums! Oh my
God! Now ... Nowwwww! I-I-I'm cuummmiiinnnggg!"
Her cunt-walls opened as might a myriad of tiny springs,
emitting a flood of warm, gushing fluid to bathe his thrusting,
rampaging cock. He rammed harder, faster, burrowing it deep, deep
into the hot liquid depths of her desperately spewing cunt while
the warm, wet secretion seeped moistly out around the lewd
battering-ram of his cock flowing down the crevice of her ass onto
the grass beneath them, flooding his lust-tightened balls that
were slapping rhythmically against her nakedly spasming anus.
"Oh, God ... Darling ... Darling!" Lani chanted, twisting and
writhing in under him, spurring him on to force her legs farther
and farther back over her head while he fucked into her like a
madman. Bright flashes filled the sky above her again and again
as she continued to groan out her climax, her cuntal emissions
still flowing in spurts down the stretched and quivering cheeks of
her roundly straining buttocks.
Then ... then, she felt Bob tense, jerk and curse, followed
by the hot jets of his sperm shooting deep up into the deep,
hungry sanctuary of her waiting womb. Her head swam with
licentious bliss as the hot, powerful squirts splattered wildly
into her, filling her to the bursting point with their warm sticky
whiteness. The hot viscid walls of her spasming vagina clasped
and unclasped feverishly, milking the jerking organ like a
sucking, starving mouth ...
Her soft, lovely body seemed suddenly drained of everything
and her limbs collapsed loosely on the matted grass as Bob
released his grip on her legs. She lay spread-eagled and spent,
feeling his heavy weight lifting from between her open thighs and
the rush of air brush over her sweat-soaked body.
As they rolled away from each other, completely satiated by
the intensity of their spent passion, Ann Walker suddenly became
aware of where she was, and what she had witnessed. Her shock and
revulsion at having seen her own daughter thrashing about naked on
the exposed hillside quickly turned into a feeling of disgust with
herself at having watched them like some 14 year old peeping tom,
unable to tear her eyes front their lewd performance. She felt a
strange sense of guilt invade her being, as though she had been
caught sneaking a look at some obscene photograph and knew she
couldn't let herself be discovered, couldn't ever let her daughter
know she had spied on them like some perverted voyeur.
She raised her head once more to them, and saw that her
daughter had reached over and grasped Bob's now flaccid cock
gently, as though it were a cherished doll she loved to play with.
Quickly, the anguished young mother turned away, not able to bear
the sight any longer, and eased her way silently from the top of
the hill back down the way she had come, crouched over and fleeing
like an animal. As soon as she had gone beyond their sight and
hearing, she stood up quickly, stumbled, caught herself, and began
to make her way blindly down the hill toward the Village as fast
as she could. Gradually, she slowed down, came to her senses,
began to think about what had occurred rationally, and tried to
force her mind into a decision.
As she came out of the trees, and back into the clearing
below, she looked as though she'd just returned from an
invigorating, but somewhat dull, hike. The superficial calm of
her exterior features, however, was belied by the tumult inside
her mind. She had already decided that her daughter must leave
this awful place, must come home with her to South San Francisco
at once! There was no other way. Ann could see her sweet young
child drifting inexorably away from her, caught in the current of
her innocent and naive passions, swept away unaware of the evil
influence of this terrible place, this "commune." She had to come
home. For her own sake and, though Ann wouldn't have admitted it,
for her mother's sanity as well. She had to come home!
Chapter 3
Lani Walker was still flushed with the exertion of her
passionate love-making, when she and Bob wandered down to the
Village about 20 minutes later. It had been so wonderful, the
feel of coarse grass on her naked body, the hot sun standing high
overhead, the magnificent body of her boyfriend drawing from her
every ounce of her sexual energies. They often made love in the
middle of the day, and they never tired of the infinite ways they
used their fresh young bodies together, ways which, before she had
met Bob, Lani had never even suspected existed.
They ambled slowly into the clearing, rubbing their satiated
bodies against each other with gentle playfulness, bumping and
stumbling with laughing abandon. Then Lani stopped in surprise as
she saw the familiar Ford Falcon parked in front of the main
meeting hall.
"Hey Bob," she said, growing excited, "that looks like my
mother's car."
Bob looked up and a slight frown twisted his face.
"Yeah, it sure does."
Lani ran up to the small car, peeked inside, saw the familiar
upholstery and fittings, and then turned to Bob enthusiastically.
"It is her, Bob, she's come to visit me!"
"Great, kiddo ... great," he said darkly.
Lani didn't notice his tone of voice, but started quickly up
the stairs onto the front porch of the meeting hall. She met
Moses, the thickly bearded man in overalls who had made such a
good impression on her mother, coming out the front door.
"Hey, Moses, guess what?"
Moses smiled at her excitement, and gave her a fatherly pat
on the head.
"Your mother's come to visit. I know, I've already met her."
"Isn't she great?" Lani didn't wait for an answer. "Where is
she? Is she inside?" She started for the screen door of the
meeting hall.
"No, she's not in there," Moses advised her. "I showed her
the way to your cabin. I think she wanted to sit down and rest.
She was pretty tired from her climb."
"What climb?"
"She took a little walk up to the Chapel, looking for you"
Moses answered. He caught the quick and apprehensive look Lani
shot Bob, who was sitting now on the steps below them. "But she
said she couldn't find you."
Lani's face eased in a sly wink at him, and she laughed a
reassured laugh.
"Well, it's a good thing she didn't. She might not have
liked what she found."
"Maybe she should have found us," Bob interjected harshly,
"then maybe she'd realize you're a big girl now and she doesn't
have to come change your goddamn diapers anymore!"
"Oh Bob," the voluptuous young teenager retorted, "it's the
first time she's visited me in all the time I've been up here.
You're just being difficult." She turned again to Moses. "You
said she was down at my cabin?"
"Yeah, she went down about fifteen minutes ago."
"Well, I better get on down there then!" she exclaimed
excitedly, and skipped down the steps of the meeting hall. She
poked her boyfriend as she went down. "Come on, grumpy, come and
say hello."
Bob glared at her, and shook his head.
"I'll see her later. If I know her, she'll be here at least
a month. I'm going to take a swim."
Lani frowned at him, but then her face brightened
immediately.
"Well, you're an old stick in the mud, but I don't care. You
just sit here and sulk, I'm going to go have a good time. Bye,
sweet." She gave him a playful peck on the cheek, let her eyes
linger warmly on his for a split second, and then turned to run
gaily across the clearing and down into a grove of oaks on the far
side, to where her mother was waiting for her.
Bob sat slumped on the steps, his eyes following her
curvaceous body as it finally disappeared in the trees, and then
glanced quickly at Moses.
"Shit," he said simply.
"Well, it might not be all that bad, Bobby my boy," Moses
laughed. "Unless I miss my guess pretty badly, it seems that you
got that little piece of yours pretty well sewed up. She's not
going to go running back to Momma now, not after what you've
taught her."
"Awww," Bob answered wearily, "I don't give a fuck if she
does. You know that. It just bugs me, you know, when parents
can't leave their goddamn kids alone."
"Now, now," came the teasing voice behind him. "You're
projecting again, Bobby boy. Not everybody has the ogres you had
for parents, you know."
"Listen, doc, would you do me a favor? Take your freshman
psychoanalyzing and shove it up your ass for me, would you do
that, doc?" Bob said, and then turned to his friend, smiling, to
show him he'd only been kidding. "Want to go have a swim?"
"No thank you, Bobby, never touch the stuff."
"Right. See you later then."
"And don't worry about Ann Walker. Who knows, we may not be
losing a daughter at all, we may be gaining a mother."
Bob turned to him quizzically, and tried to define his
meaning from his leering, hair-covered face.
"Just how, exactly, do you mean that, oh gracious leader?"
Bob asked curiously.
"Oh, I don't know," the lewdly grinning man on the porch
beamed down at him. "I just think that maybe Ann Walker likes our
little utopia here, and we just might be able to ... uhh ...
persuade her to stay."
"Well, if you can do that, baby, I'll have to hand it to
you," Bob said skeptically, "because she's an iceberg, man, a real
deep freeze."
"Icebergs melt, Bobby my boy, they finally melt."
"Well good luck, flame, you'll need it."
Bob laughed and turned away, and began walking slowly across
the clearing. Hell, Moses is out of his fucking mind, he grinned
to himself, but wouldn't that be a kick, though! Getting Lani's
puritanical mother to join in on the community fun and games.
Then he chuckled aloud. There was no way, not even Moses with all
his talent would ever be able to crack this nut, he felt sure,
though it was going to be out of sight watching him try!
* * *
Ann Walker watched with tears in her eyes as her young
daughter stalked away from the tree they'd been sitting under, and
disappeared into her cabin, slamming the door behind her. What
did I do wrong, she asked herself, but she knew the answer very
well.
Lani had come rushing down to the cabin excitedly, and had
thrown her arms around her mother joyfully. They had kissed each
other again and again, Lani overjoyed to see her mother, but Ann
unable to shake the lingering visions of her daughter thrashing
under that strange man's weight not even a half hour ago. They
had gone to sit in the shade of the towering oak in front of
Lani's cabin, and begun to exchange trivial bits of news with each
other, how it was in the commune, and how it was in South San
Francisco, and on, and on. Finally, Ann had been able to take no
more of it, and had abruptly stated that she wanted Lani to come
home with her, that the commune was an evil place, and that Lani
must leave it at once.
Lani had been taken completely by surprise by the fierceness
and irrationality of Ann's attack, and had immediately begun
defending the Zodiac and the people who lived there, with fiery
intensity. She couldn't understand how her mother could be so
dictatorial and show such a lack of understanding after having so
long seemed amenable to the idea of her living in the commune.
From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Mar 12 07:48:28 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MothDaug 3/8 "A Mother-Daughter Twosome"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 04:48:28 -0800
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And as Lani had become more and more defensive, Ann had become
more and more insistent, until at last they were arguing with each
other almost violently, the first time Ann could ever remember
having done so.
And now her daughter had left her angrily, saying that there
was no way she would go back to South San Francisco, that she
loved it in the commune, and was staying there. Ann sat forlornly
under the spreading oak, trying wildly to think of another plan of
action, and rebuking herself for having lost control with her
daughter. She should have known that to insist would only make
Lani more insistent on staying. But now what? Her daughter was
locked in her cabin, and she was alone, with no one to turn to for
help.
She got up slowly, and began to wander aimlessly up toward
the Village. What could she do? Of course Lani was underage, but
Ann would never think of forcing her to go home on that basis.
She had to convince her headstrong, young daughter that it was
better for her, better for all of them if she came back. But how?
Suddenly a desperate thought came to Ann's frantic mind. It
was an outside chance, and she didn't know whether she could even
force herself to do it, but she had to try. She walked quickly up
to the Village, strode purposefully to the main meeting hall, and
found Moses sitting on the porch, staring vacantly into the bowl
of a freshly smoked pipe. He looked up after she'd called his
name twice, and smiled distantly.
"Hello, Ann."
"Moses, can you tell me where I can find Bob Seikerd?" Ann
had discovered the man's name during her argument with Lani.
"Who?" Moses replied blankly.
" Bob Seikerd ... Bob ... Lani's friend." Ann's tongue
stumbled over the last word.
"Oh, yeah, Bob ... let's see. He left here just a little
while ago."
"Can you tell me where he went?"
"What?"
"Can you tell me where he is now?" Ann asked slowly,
infuriated by his seemingly indifferent attitude.
"... where he is now ... ?" Moses echoed, his voice trailing
off as his eyes wandered to where a small bird had perched on the
railing of the porch.
"Please, Moses," Ann pleaded with exasperation. "It's very
important."
"What? Oh yeah, sorry ... let's see ... oh yeah right, he
went down to the Pool."
"To the what?"
"The Pool ... oh you don't know about that." Moses stood up
sedately and pointed vaguely towards a path that led out of the
clearing. "You just walk on down there, and you'll come to a
little pond. That's the Pool. I mean, we call it the Pool, but
its not a real swimming pool. Although, we do swim in it, so I
guess it must be a pool ... right?"
He beamed down on her with a foolish grin on his face, as
though he had discovered some very basic truth about life and the
workings of nature, but the importance of his find left Ann
unimpressed.
"Thank you," she said hurriedly, and turned quickly toward
the path he'd indicated.
"No charge," Moses called after her, giggling ludicrously,
"no charge! Maybe you can do me a little favor sometime, hmmmm?"
But Ann didn't hear. She already dismissed his obviously
intoxicated behavior, and her thoughts were now all focused on
what she would say to Bob to convince him to help her persuade
Lani to return home. But no matter how hard she tried all the
little speeches she constructed in her head as she walked quickly
down the path toward the Pool seemed insufficient. How could she
even stand in front of this man who had just fucked her daughter
right before her very eyes, much less try to convince him to let
loose his obviously powerful hold on her'! What could she
possibly say to him that would have any effect, would hold out
even the slightest chance of success?
She still hadn't made up her mind when she came suddenly into
a small clearing, with a small pond in the center, and stopped
abruptly. She raised her hand to her mouth in surprise at what
she saw, and stepped quickly back under the trees. She almost
turned back up the path, but something made her turn her eyes back
to the side of the Pool, and gaze with fascination at the
forbidden sight she had stumbled upon.
Bob Seikerd was standing by the edge of the pond, his tautly
muscled young body facing away from her, his naked buttocks and
thighs presented clearly to her gaze. He was drying himself
slowly with a towel, rubbing his back and legs with languid,
loving motions. She stifled a moan of embarrassed excitement and
felt the small of her back tingle with the lurid sight. He spread
his legs slightly, bending forward to wipe his thighs, and his
testicles were dark shadows hanging from between the crevice of
his buttocks. A gripping desire settled in Ann's stomach, the
lascivious wish to again see his huge penis, as she had that
afternoon, and unknowingly Lani's mother found herself mentally
willing him to turn around ... turn around and show his genitals
to her. Instead, the powerful young man rubbed his chest and
arms, his inner thighs, everywhere except where Ann's tortured
mind had settled ...
God! What was happening to her?
She didn't know what was making her react in such a sex-
crazed manner, what was making her stare at him with a tingling in
her own loins growing stronger, centering in her aching pubic area
and in the taut firmness of her barely covered breasts. She had
come down here to stop this man's corrupt seductions of her
daughter, but here she was, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, gawking
with a growing lewdness. What was wrong with her! She had not
even seen a naked man in years, much less felt the obscene sexual
tingling that was coursing inexplicably up between her legs now,
and she tried to force herself to turn away, to escape the awful
temptation she'd avoided for so many years.
But her voluptuous body, goaded by the passions she'd so long
repressed, betrayed her in spite of her misery and self-
flagellation, powerfully overruling her will with an iron force.
Unable to resist, the aroused mother breathed faster and faster,
excited and tormented at the same time, as her daughters lover
pivoted slightly and revealed his balls and fresh young cock to
her.
Feet splayed, towel curved underneath and around, the young
man began to dry his pubic area in soft, sensuous massages, slowly
moving his now limp shaft of male flesh around in the towel,
exposing it on all sides to the woman's fevered eyes. Then he
moved lower and stroked the distended, sac of his testicles,
rubbing between his legs and up around his anus. Then he flipped
the towel aside and placed his right hand back on his penis and
began to slide his fingers casually up and down it.
Ann stayed, transfixed, as she saw the husky man's flaccid
cock turn a stronger reddish color and quickly swell from his
knowing manipulations, rising until it was the enormous size she
had seen that same afternoon. A low sigh, a moan of pleasure
issued from his lips as he shut his eyes for a moment and flicked
his hand swiftly back and forth over the now erect shaft of his
cock, making it stand out from his hairy loins at a rock-hard
angle, its burgeoning, thick blunt head an angry red.
Why ... why he's masturbating! With a cry she was unable to
choke away, Ann mewled audibly with the lascivious sight of his
masturbation, falling back with her hand over her mouth as the
sound erupted spontaneously from her constricted throat.
Bob whirled around, dropping his hand, his eyes filled with
fright. "Wha---! Mrs. Walker! I ... I thought you were talking
with Lani!"
"No, I ... I left her a little while ago," Ann managed,
swallowing hard, stammering confusedly. This wasn't the way she
had planned their talk, not at all! She wasn't sure exactly what
she should do now.
"Then ... you've been watching me, haven't you?" An
incredibly knowing grin slowly spread on his features as he sensed
her sudden contusion.
"You were, weren't you?" he demanded, after his first
question only drew a blushing silence. "Hiding in the trees
there, getting your jollies watching me play with myself. Weren't
you, Mrs. Walker?"
"No ... no ..." she protested weakly.
"Yes," he said softly. He took a step for her. "You wanted
to get to know your daughter's boyfriend a little better, didn't
you? Well, here I am, Mrs. Walker, in the flesh, so to speak.
And I bet you liked seeing me beat off, too. I bet you're all hot
under that little summer dress of yours," he added cockily,
grinning with an all too apparent smirk. "Well, you wanted to see
me naked and here I am. Admit it!"
"No!" Ann blurted irrationally. "No, I didn't already seen
you naked!" And then she realized what she had said and groaned
piteously, sinking weakly to the ground. Bob, puzzled, his
original confidence sagging, walked over to the stricken woman.
"You ... what?" he asked incredulously. "You've seen me
naked before now? When?"
"Please---please don't make things worse," she said,
stiffening her resolve. "Just ... just get your clothes on and go
away."
Bob stared at her for a minute, and then put his head back
and laughed. That was all: laughed---but it stirred the anger of
shame and anguish in Ann's already confused mind.
"All right, if you must know," she retorted, her face
crimson, "I saw you this afternoon. You and Lani in the grass on
that hill ... you two were ..." She choked on the words,
sensations of excitement and revulsion welling up in her at the
remembrance.
"Go on, Mrs. Walker," he urged breathlessly, his cock jerking
hard. "What did you see?"
"Everything!" Ann gasped recklessly, rapidly losing control
of her logic. "I saw everything! You raped her! She doesn't
want you! You must have forced her to ..."
"Fuck me ... ?" the muscled young man laughed. "Oh, far from
it, Mrs. Walker, far from it. If anything, she raped me! Didn't
you hear her begging for it? Begging for my cock?"
Bob watched the distraught young mother wince at his brutal
description, and then grew harsh.
"You try to break us up, Mrs. Walker, and she'll come with
me. That I can promise you."
"But ... but you don't love her!"
"Whether I do or don't doesn't matter. What matters is what
you are going to do in the next few minutes."
Ann stared at her daughter's lover fixedly, her mind a
swirling fire of total disconcertion. Her carefully considered
battle plans were in disarray; her most controlled management of
her secret desires had crumbled as if made of clay; and now, the
shattering blow of once more being confronted by his naked, hotly
aroused and fully erect penis lanced through her armor to strike
fear and unwanted desire in her heart and she was at the edge of
collapse and breakdown.
"I'll fuck your sweet little daughter until hell freezes over
if I want to!" Bob Seikerd said sadistically, and watched as tears
brimmed Ann's eyes and spilled down over her cheeks.
She knew that she shouldn't be crying, that it wouldn't do
any good, but she felt too wretched and indecisive, so disturbed
and crazy from her unwanted passions, that the flood was a
reaction and she let the tears flow freely, pouring from her like
cascading rain, sobbing brokenly beside the naked, still hard-
cocked man.
Dimly she was aware that Bob had moved closer and was
kneeling beside her, his hand touching her shoulder as if he had
relented in his cold, callous, merciless onslaught of her senses,
and dimly she smelled the odor of his clean body. Her eyes
blurred the close-up image of his erect penis and balls, and she
cried deeply and despairingly.
The aroused young man felt the warm, resilient flesh of
Lani's mother so near to his, felt her quivering body beneath his
lightly encircling arms. Goddamn! Oh, it was going to be good
really good ...
He laughed as he remembered how he had thought this helpless
woman, huddled on the ground in front of him was an iceberg,
untouchable. Moses would be pissed he didn't get to her first,
but what the hell, Bob was not going to let a golden opportunity
like this pass by. Both the mother and the daughter! The blood
in his cock was throbbing like mad, and his balls ached with the
prurient anticipation racing across his flesh. Damn, he wouldn't
be able to last much longer; he was going to have to screw this
voluptuous older woman or shoot his cum all over her right there.
"Listen," he whispered in her ear. "Listen, I'm sorry. I
think we should be friends ... Good friends ..." His words were
a long, planned flow of honey, mesmerically soothing murmurs
which, combined with his nearness and nakedness and excitement,
would slowly have the effect on her he desired. He began to
stroke the satiny skin of her shoulder and upper arm gently, and
continued to intone softly.
"Don't think about it, Mrs. Walker ... Don't think about the
way Lani and I looked on the hill this afternoon, the way my penis
was inside her, sliding up and down, the way she held me tightly,
wanting more ... Don't think about it, Mrs. Walker ..."
He felt her warm breasts pressing against his rib cage and
her nipples hardening slightly, and he smiled lewdly as he
continued the soft hypnotic sounds. He knew that even though he
was saying not to remember, that his spoken lewdnesses were doing
just the opposite---the tortured mother was thinking even harder
of her daughter and him fucking away, and that the mental images
were in turn causing unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her
body.
And he was not mistaken. Ann could feel a certain twitching
deep within her belly, and her traitorous vagina began to secrete
droplets of moisture which flowed warmly down between her legs to
dampen her soft inner thighs. She tried to will her body to cease
its tingling ardor, but she had kept her sexuality repressed too
long, and it was rising in her now with undeniable force.
Her daughter's lover continued to stroke her shoulder,
letting his hand slide slowly and lightly down her side, knowing
it was having the desired electric effect upon her. She sobbed
against his bare chest, finding a gentle security in his strokings
... she began to whimper softly ... and all the while he was
whispering words in her hair, words constantly bolder and more
corrupt ... "Don't think, Ann ... no, your daughter and I were
fucking ... but you mustn't think of such things ... it only makes
you excited ..."
Ann was breathing faster now, and then her daughter's
boyfriend brought his hand casually and lightly up against the
ripely swelling mound of one of her breasts rubbing the pliantly
quivering flesh tenderly through the light material of her dress.
He heard the sharp intake of breath, felt the shudder of
excitement spread through her voluptuous body in a shock wave, and
convulsively she stiffened against him. But he didn't stop
caressing her breast, running his thumb freely over her nipple,
and his cock lurched obscenely in his loins, throbbing with the
victory he felt was now imminent ...
A warning voice in Ann's mind penetrated the lethargy her
hapless state of affairs had placed her in. "No ..." she gasped,
trying to jerk upright from his clasp. "No ... what are you
trying to do to me?"
"Come now, Mrs. Walker. You want me, don't you? You want me
to love you like I loved your daughter ... that's why you were
watching us this afternoon and didn't say anything then ... that's
why you were staring at me just now ... that's why you're holding
me now. Be honest with yourself, Mrs. Walker ... you want me to
fuck you ..."
"Oh, God ..." she moaned, still trying to fight the voice of
sensuality deep inside her, and she jackknifed against him,
squirming her hips on the hard ground, turning her body away from
him, him and his hard, up-thrust cock which seemed always in front
of her, taunting ... taunting.
And in doing so, her mouth brushed the young man's lips; he
kissed her suddenly, grinding his lips down, completely engulfing
her mouth and flicking his tongue forward immediately to
enticingly meet hers. No ... this is wrong ... I love my little
Lani ... I can't let this happen ...! Ann crazily thought, but
already her mouth and lips and tongue were responding. The
primeval urges of the strong, young male and the unrequited, long
denied body of the tortured mother were far, far too strong, too
basic in nature to allow the artificial restraints of social
pressure to interfere, and she let Bob saw his tongue mercilessly
in and out of her mouth, and continue to pinch her nipples and c
up her breasts, and she made tiny, passionate mewlings deep in her
throat.
Bob's fingers had pushed her dress up, and slipped inside her
brief nylon panties, grazing against the curling strands of her
soft, silken pussy hair. He let his hand slide still lower.
until his middle finger was in sudden, heated contact with the
warm, damp flesh-folds of her excitedly palpitating vagina. She
tried one last time to stop herself, and then everything became a
whirring blur ... Oh God, she couldn't stop it now, she liked it
... she liked it ...
Automatically she spread her thighs, opening the smooth flesh
of her inner legs to his softly probing touch. The heat of
desires mingled with the blistering rage running rampant in the
testicles and cock of her daughter's naked boyfriend, and the warm
air of the fading summer day wafted across her now exposed vagina,
sending another ripple of wonderfully rising sensations through
her.
"God, but I want you," Bob said huskily, and Ann thought that
her whole body was afire. Shame at what she was doing swept over
her flesh even as a wanton unaccustomed craving agitated her
loins, and with depraved sureness, the muscled young man probed
deeper and deeper inside her moistly throbbing vagina.
I'm a bitch ... a slut ... a whore ... she told herself in
utter capitulation. I can't help myself ... I'm sicker than I
ever imagined ... but ohhh God I don't want it to stop ...
Ann moaned aloud and struggled against herself vainly.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh ..." she whimpered helplessly as he continued
to jerk his middle finger, then two fingers, then three, in and
out of her hungrily clasping cunt-hole.
"You want me to fuck you with my cock, Mrs. Walker?" he asked
with sneering confidence.
"No, please ... don't ask ... don't ..."
But he had to, he had to subjugate his girlfriend's beautiful
mother just as he had had to force her daughter to bow to his
whims. The cruel and malicious streak which curled deep inside
Bob Seikerd's soul rose to the surface at exciting times like
this, rose as surely as oil on water. With lecherous, gleaming
eyes afire he grinned up at the now humbled, now surrendered woman
beside him, and moved his lewd fingers still faster inside her
tender, moistly sucking cunt. "Yes! You will tell me you want to
fuck me! Tell me Mrs. Walker, tell me like Lani told me ... Tell
me you want my big cock inside you ... Tell me you want me to
fuck you ..."
Ann moaned aloud and struggled against his burning fingers.
"Ohh, God, ohhh ..." His carnal words invoked her to react with
strange, blood-pounding need. "Oh, Yesss, yes, fuck me, Bob ..."
she screamed hysterically. "Fuck meeeee!"
The young man scooped up Lani's mother in his strong,
muscular arms before she knew what was happening, and carried her
a short distance into the trees, dropping her unceremoniously on a
bed of leaves. He gazed with lewd, rapturous intent down at her
sprawled, wide-legged body, her dress up around her slim waist,
her panties down around her knees where he'd already pulled them.
He drooled anticipatorily as he looked upon her defenseless pussy,
completely and abandonedly splayed in feasting array below him.
"Tell me again," he groaned, rubbing his thick shaft up and down
as he stood over the insensate mother. "Tell me again, only this
time tell me about my cock! Now tell me, you slut, before I get
angry!"
A foaming tide of salacious passion ripped through the final
cloth of Ann's defenses like a hot knife through butter. She
looked up through tear-stained eyes at the strutting boy, at his
giant, hard cock jutting from his black-haired loins, at the
oozing drop of seminal fluid emanating from its tiny, winking
cock-slit, and her mind was immersed in her own sexual whirlwind.
Without considering, without a will of her own any longer, Ann
dropped her mouth open and heard herself say:
"Yes, Bob! I want your cock to cum inside me, fuck me until
I cum too! Fuck me hard, just like you fucked my daughter!"
* * *
Lani Walker got up from the bed in her cabin where she'd been
sitting, and peeked out the window to where she had been talking
with her mother. Seeing she wasn't there, Lani walked outside and
looked hesitantly around the cabin, thinking perhaps Ann was still
near by. When she saw she wasn't, the beautiful young daughter
returned to the steps of her cabin, and sat down sadly.
Oh, why did I get so upset with her? she asked herself. It's
so childish. The small young girl felt no more anger towards her
mother now, realizing that Ann had only been doing what she
thought right. But why couldn't Mom see that the commune wasn't
the evil place she thought t was, but a haven of freedom, of
happiness? She bent down and picked up a small twig between her
fingers, and played with it unconsciously as her mind ran over the
argument with her mother. She sat this way for a few moments, and
then stood up abruptly and began walking up toward the Village.
She would apologize for the way she had shouted at her
mother, but she wouldn't give in. She wouldn't go back to San
Francisco. Perhaps she hadn't been completely fair, though, and
she decided resolutely to visit her Ionely mother more often, and
to write her every chance she got. Lani thought to herself, as
she walked along under the late afternoon sun beating down through
the canopy of oak above her head, that that would be enough of a
compromise for her mother, and if it wasn't ... well, it was the
most she could do!
Coming up to the front porch of the meeting hall, she saw
Moses sitting with a small cat soundly asleep in his lap.
"Hey, Moses, have you seen my mother?"
Moses looked up slowly, and answered her with great precision
in his voice.
"Uhh ... yeah, Lani she ... uhhh ... she went down to the
Pool, I think."
Lani looked at him amusedly, and with a small laugh, said,
"My oh my, you look like you're flying, man!"
Moses didn't answer, but made a funny face, spread his arms
out from his body like a pair of wings, and began to sing in an
off-key voice. "Up we gooo ... into the wild blue yonder ..."
Lani turned away from him with a laughs and headed down
toward the Pool. Moses is a scream, she thought to herself, but a
really heavy character, too. Lani didn't know, of course, that
what she assumed to be the unfathomable depth of Moses personality
was in reality only an endless vacuum.
She walked quickly down the path leading to the Pool, and
stopped by the edge of the clearing. There was no one in the
water, or anywhere to be seen. She looked around once more, and
then decided Moses must have been seeing things, which was very
possible, and turned to go back up the path. She stopped as
something caught her eye. She bent to pick it up, and saw that it
was her mother's shoe, one of the ones she'd been wearing only a
short time ago. Well, she thought to herself, she must be around
here somewhere.
Lani turned back into the clearing, and began to walk around
to the far side. She hadn't gone very far when she heard voices
somewhere in the trees off to her right.
"Mom?" she called out, but didn't get an answer. She turned
to where she thought she had heard the voices, and began to make
her way in under the trees. She had almost decided she'd been
hearing things, when she came to a tiny exposed place between two
or three large oaks, and stopped abruptly, her eyes widening, an
electric jolt of disbelief surging through her horrified body.
For what she saw, incredibly, unbelievably, were the nakedly
entwined bodies of her voluptuous mother and her own muscular
boyfriend!
She reeled in shock, and felt the strength leave her legs in
a rush, making her feel totally helpless and alone. It couldn't
be! It must be some kind of nightmare! It isn't possible!
But it was possible, and it was happening. Right before her
incredulously staring eyes. Her own mother! That was the most
hideous part, seeing her own prudish, puritanical mother who, as
far as Lani was concerned, was the ultimate in virtue! There she
was, lying on her back in a lewdly sensual position of unnatural
sex, her legs raised high in the air as Bob buried his head
between her inner thighs! My God! How could she! Lani slumped
against a tree, sick to her soul, the breath which she had been
going to scream with knocked from her lungs.
Ann was clutching the tousled hair of Bob Seikerd, her eyes
squeezed shut and her pelvis grinding madly up against his face.
Lani could see her boyfriend's tongue lash out lewdly at her
mother's nakedly exposed pussy, disappearing up into the soft,
hair-lined slit of her widespread vagina, and Lani heard the
resultant ecstatic chants mewling from her mother's passion-crazed
mouth, broken and slurred, and then the harsh, deep voice of the
man down between her legs.
"That's enough of that, Mrs. Walker! You wanted my cock
inside your tight little cunt, and now you're going to get it.
I'm gonna fuck you blue, baby!"
Ann lay frozen under the bluntness of his obscene words. And
yet their very lewdness excited her more and more, and she was at
a loss to understand her reactions to what was occurring. She
could feel the heated moisture of her passion soaking her vagina,
and she crossed her legs to press them closely together, trying to
ease the burning sensation that was churning madly in the pit of
her naked belly. Bob's fervent kisses and manipulations had
turned her entire body into a desire-inflamed bundle of raw nerve
ends that she was helpless to control. Then his hands seized both
her breasts and squeezed them together in two huge, firm mounds of
roundly straining flesh. She could feel small pin pricks of
delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled the
hardening nipples maddeningly between his thumbs and forefingers.
She could feel the heat of his breath rushing into her ear as he
turned his head toward her to lock his mouth wildly against hers.
She tried for a moment to twist away, but the pressure of his
strong male grip was altogether too much for her in her present
state of mind.
She had forgotten about her daughter, about everything,
except the sheer joy of having this glorious young man's lusting
body against her crazily tingling female flesh. His hands had now
dropped from her firm, wide-set breasts to fondle her hips and
trace the lovely full convexities of her buttocks.
She moaned ecstatically, her arms reaching out to twine
tightly around his neck, pulling his muscular bronzed chest into
the soft whiteness of her breasts. She despised herself for the
surges of hot longing that made her ache to have him inside her,
to take her at will ... Then suddenly she was released from the
depraved bondage of desire, from her eighteen long years of sexual
repression, the tremendous relief of acceptance clearing her mind
of every thought but that of anticipation. She wanted him now,
incredibly, that instant, and began to wriggle the lower half of
her lush body sensually against him. He pulled her tightly to him
and dropped one hand down between their desperately writhing
bodies to take his hard, throbbing cock between his fingers and
guide it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full,
fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side, closing
her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact
against the sensitive, unaccustomed edges of her moistened pussy.
She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in
utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring to breathe.
Lani couldn't believe her eyes as she watched, or the tight
sensation gripping her in the depths of her belly. The brutish
tableau was beyond her comprehension, her one overpowering thought
that somehow, someway, it was her mother's fault. Goddamn Mom and
her lectures on morality and purity and watching out for me ...
what a bunch of crap! The daughter was unable to attach any guilt
for the carnal scene before her to her boyfriend. Bob was a man
after all and more importantly a man that she thought she loved.
Defiant with the stubborn pride of a teenager, rebellious at the
slightest hint of criticism about him, determined to prove to the
world---and herself---that the first choice that she had made on
her own wasn't a mistake in judgment, Lani saw Bob not as he was
but as she desperately wanted to believe him to be. So as she
looked at her boyfriend, at his rigid cock wavering above the
wide-split furrow of her mother's moist pink cunt, she believed
adamantly that he was the victim, not the perpetrator ...
"Oh God," Ann moaned, her voice trembling as she felt the
first shocking pressure of Bob's lust-enraged cock against the
tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He shoved.
"Ooooh, no, waaaiiit---it's too much!" the now completely
aroused young mother cried as the hugely swollen cock-head slipped
through, stretching wide the small wet cuntal opening until Ann
felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless
outward pressure.
"God, no, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She
was almost screaming as she jerked open her eyes in fear and saw
that he had not even heard her. He was lost in the throes of his
maddened desire, and he was completely oblivious to everything
else, even her pleading cries.
Suddenly, his face twisted into a contorted expression of
sheer raw lust as he looked down at this older woman helplessly
spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his blood-engorged penis
disappearing excitingly up into the soft, curling hair of her
pussy. He fell forward, then, his weight smashing her full,
rounded breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his
hips forward at the same time and his long, thick cock slid hard
up into her pinkly glistening cunt, pushing the soft moist flesh
of her long unused pussy in gently rippling waves before it.
There was no stopping it, until with a loud groan from his throat,
his balls smacked heavily into the quivering white cheeks of her
tightly clenched ass.
"OOOOh! Ooooh!" she wailed beneath him. She had never felt
so utterly filled in her life, and his rock-hard, heavily-veined
cock felt as though it had torn her vagina into a thousand tiny
shreds as he rammed into her without thought of mercy or injury to
her tender, almost virginal insides. And now his cock lay sunk
deep in her trembling belly, filling it to the point of bursting.
There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could
not feel as it pressed tightly into the cruelly split flesh of her
pussy, encased in the moist hot sheath like a brutally planted
spike.
The young man levered her beautifully satin-smooth legs up
off the ground in an arc far back over her head, pressing her feet
harshly into the leaves on either side of her shoulders. Her
tortured body was bent back double, the pain of her strained
muscles almost overpowering. The glistening wet plane of her cunt
was presented up to him as he quickened his vicious thrusts, the
lewd intrusion making her dilated vagina grow and expand before
his uncontrolled assault, the heavy weight of his muscular loins
crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider
apart as he lunged forward with all his strength to sink his cock
as deep as he was able into her smooth white belly.
The pretty secretary groaned defenselessly beneath him, her
face showing a mixture of the pain, humiliation and pleasure she
was feeling. She tried not to move as she felt the pain
wondrously easing with the stillness of her body. His hands
cupped her full naked breasts, twisting and squeezing them with
From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Mar 12 07:48:57 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MothDaug 4/8 "A Mother-Daughter Twosome"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 04:48:57 -0800
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savage brutality, teasing and tugging at them until she thought
they would burst from the wild manipulations. Then, as if a
miracle had taken place, she felt her pleasure increasing and the
warmly seeping walls of her cunt began to clasp hungrily around
his thick, blood-engorged rod, her hips slithering up wetly to
devour the length of his lust-hardened flesh, for the first time
in 18 years. His hugely swollen balls still smacked into the
passion-drenched crevice of her buttocks, making the sensitive
area tingle and contract as she began a slowly tentative, rhythmic
undulation to meet the long, spearing strokes of his fucking.
Ann's horrified young daughter stood in almost hypnotic
fascination as she watched with utter disbelief her mother's
growing response to the powerful thrusts of her own boyfriend.
The years of filial bond with her mother had instilled in her a
closeness that made what Ann was doing even more of a betrayal
than if she had been just another girl. Ann was like a carbon
copy of her daughter as she writhed and moaned hedonistically
under Bob's muscular body, and this added to the shock and hurt
Lani felt at having found her mother there. The young teenager
was enraged and embittered by the even more flagrant abuse of
essentially seeing herself, a mirror image of what it was like
when Bob fucked her. It was a terrible lampoon of the love she
felt! A filthy satire of what she considered to be above the
animalistic ruttings of two people copulating! Instinctively
defiant at what she subconsciously considered to be a perverted
characteristic of her relationship with Bob, Lani still felt a
close-knit projection with her mother, one which made her wince
with pangs of simulated passion---and this closeness only served
to exaggerate her emotions further. It was like adding color to a
black and white photo, making the details, the richnesses stand
out sharply, to etch themselves forever on the retinas of the
tortured girl's mind.
Ann felt no pain now, and her eyes were tightly closed as she
writhed beneath Bob Seikerd in the intensity of her wild, ever-
mounting excitement. Bob sweated over her, moving suddenly into a
series of longer, smoother plunging strokes, that brought his
lust-thickened penis almost all the way out of her softly
clutching vagina on the backstroke, and then ramming forward into
her until he could feel the huge, blood-swollen head of his cock
colliding hard against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside.
The fire of animal lust raged out of control in his madly fucking
loins and he was aware of nothing else in the world but the fact
that a beautiful, full bodied woman was responding under him to
his skewering cock and frantically roving. hands. Spurred on by
Ann's wildly pitching body and the way she kicked with her heels
against his shoulders, he dug more deeply into her, pinning her
flatter to the ground and restricting her movements until she
thought she would go thoroughly mad unless she could move with him
as freely as she wanted. He raised himself over her in a push up
position, his hands dropping from her passion-flushed breasts to
grasp her ankles and pry them farther apart and level with her
upper torso for leverage.
Ann moaned and attempted to hump upwards as she felt her
climax approaching, driving her wild with a force she had never
experienced, not even with her husband Tom, so long ago.
"Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Oh God, I'm cumming nowww!
Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" Her hands darted behind his hard
driving buttocks, pulling him as far as humanly possible into her
openly spasming loins. "I'm cumming ... aaaaaah!" she cried in a
voice shrill with mind reeling passion. Her cum flowed wetly out
around his still driving cock and spilled down into the soft,
excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks, flooding his
testicles and the base of his cock as he drubbed unrelentingly
into her. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she
continued to groan out her orgasm, her juices still flowing in
unchecked spurts down the full quivering moons of her
uncontrollably jerking buttocks.
Then Bob reached down and cupped the twin globes of her ass,
stretching them wide, and watched his angry red shaft pummeling
into her pussy. He could feel the hot load of his sperm building
up for an earth shattering release, the broad blunt head of his
cock flexing and suddenly growing larger inside her insanely
ravaged cuntal passage. At last he erupted, his hat thick liquid
shooting deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing
salaciously with the wetness of her own cumming. Her head whirled
in mindless sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts surged
deeply inside her, filling her to overflowing with their warm
sticky whiteness. The hot wet walls of her pussy clasped and
unclasped desperately, milking at his crazily jerking organ like a
sucking, starving mouth. Ann's firmly sculptured body was drained
of all the passion she'd repressed so long, and her limbs
collapsed loosely on the ground as the young man's grip on her
quivering buttocks slowly relaxed and was finally released
altogether. He rolled off her, breathing thickly in an effort to
fill his lungs with air. Ann groaned at the loss of his penis and
felt a cool rush of breeze caressing her spent, cum-soaked loins.
She rolled over on her stomach and lay still, unable to move
and not really caring. Her body was wholly satiated as it had
never been before and she ached all over, and dimly felt Bob's
broad palm resting slackly on her thigh, which was still wet and
slippery from his sperm. More of the slowly cooling fluid
trickled in a tiny rivulet out of her vagina to form a moist, lewd
pool between her still widespread legs.
"Mother! You bitch! You whore! I hate you!"
Lani! Ann sat bolt upright, and with terrifying clarity all
feelings of sex were ripped from her as she saw her hysterical
daughter rush toward her, her firm young hands in fists, and tears
pouring down her cheeks. Oh, God! This was the worst possible
thing that could have happened! She had started out with plans to
rid her child of the lewd demon of sex, and here she was, caught
in the very act which she had decried. Fear was sheered on her
face, adding a white, death-like pallor to her. "Lani!" she
whispered. "What ... what?"
"How could you," Lani raved, crying and choking, quivering
with the torment and fury which blurred within her. "How could
you, my own mother! You slut! Whore! Bitch!" she repeated in
spitting anger.
Bob Seikerd moved away from the mother like a flash. He
groped for his jeans which he had thrown casually across an
outstretched tree branch. "Honey ..."
"Shut up," the girl snapped, turning on him. "You just shut
up, weakling! Can't you keep your cock to yourself whenever a
woman throws herself at you; can't I trust you when my back's
turned?"
"But---" Ann was going to say that Bob had seduced her, only
her daughter didn't give her time.
"Don't lie to me, Mother! I saw you! I saw the way it was,
you begging him to fuck you, acting like a sex maniac, a nympho!
I saw, and you can't tell me Bob was at fault. Why, he's almost
half your age, you bitch!"
A low animal moan of anguish escaped from Ann's lips, and she
tried to turn on her side and curl up in a ball to cover her
shame. "Oh God, God in heaven ... no ... no ..."
"Yes! 1 was standing right there and I saw it all!"
Tears flooded from Ann's eyes in an overflowing stream. Lani
had caught them, seen Bob fuck her long and hard, seen her cum ...
She was soul-sick and filled with self-loathing at the betrayal of
her body, and the moral degeneracy which she had allowed to
overcome her.
"Lani ... Lani ... " she whimpered in supplication.
"You saw us, did you?" Bob asked, a slight smirk forming on
his handsome young features. "You saw us---" and then began to
laugh. "Christ, what a family! You were watching your mother ...
and your mother was watching us this afternoon!"
"What?" It was the daughter's turn to blink unsteadily.
"You mean ... you mean that when we were ... when we ..."
"That's right, when we were fucking up on the Chapel. You
and your mother are really two of a kind, honest to God."
"Well, I don't care!" Lani said hotly, this new, lewd piece
of information only incensing her more. "It only goes to show
what kind of sick person you are, Mother. Watching Bob and me
making love, and then ... seducing him the first chance you got.
What's with you anyway? Did seeing us turn you on so much that
you had to try some of his cock? Well?"
"Ohhhh, God ... help me ..." Ann moaned piteously, writhing
as if in great pain.
"Take me away from here," Lani interrupted viciously to her
boyfriend.
Bob, having gotten some semblance of control back, bewildered
but not unhappy over the fact that Lani had misinterpreted the
situation and was blaming her mother for it, had been dressing
quickly. As he buckled his pants, there was an evil gloat
festering inside his brain, one which had objectively gotten a
great deal of cruel pleasure from this pitting of mother and
daughter against each other, and satisfaction from the wedge he
had unwittingly driven between them. What the hell, he didn't
care about the mother, nor all that much about Lani if the truth
be known ... he'd take full advantage of the situation, though.
"Please, Lani," her mother was crying out, "please try to
understand ... Oh, God, don't leave ..."
"I understand what you did this afternoon, you voyeur. I
understand that you ended up being screwed by my boyfriend! I
understand that you're nothing but a fucking whore!"
"Oh, God, honey, you mustn't hate me, please don't hate me
... I ... I need help, not hate ... I couldn't control myself ...
I---"
"Are you ready, Bob?" Lani interrupted coldly.
"Yeah, yeah sure, Lani."
"Then let's get out of here," the young girl said harshly.
She turned to her trembling mother, huddled below her on the
ground still salaciously naked and sweating from her orgiastic
release. "As for you, Mother ... get dressed! You look
disgusting like that! Get dressed and get in your car and leave
... go back to San Francisco, go anywhere the hell you like.
Because I don't ever want to see you again! You're no mother of
mine! You're not fit to be one!"
Lani turned on her heel quickly, grabbed Bob by the arm, and
began to walk quickly back toward the Village with him. She
walked without looking back, but Bob didn't. He risked one quick
look, saw the woman he had just mercilessly subjugated still
lewdly splayed out on her bed of leaves, her face a collage of
fear, shame, and self-debasement, and he grinned, turning back to
his young girlfriend with a sadistic pleasure in the hurricane he
had caused.
The hapless, trembling, utterly mortified young mother buried
her face in her hands, rocking with uncontrollable sobs, knowing
that her daughter had left ... perhaps for good. She moaned
involuntarily, the desecration of her life total, and now, with
the heat of her body no longer betraying her, she was torn by the
torment of her despair. She looked down at her ravaged form,
thinking that she was beyond all hope, all salvation, that she had
even lost her daughter ...
Maybe later she would find that this was all a terrible
nightmare, which would go away when she woke ... but she knew,
deep inside, that this wouldn't happen. Mentally she was crushed,
physically she was bruised and sore, her genitals throbbing with a
dull, persistent ache only slightly less than the ache in her
heart.
Lani ... Lani ... Her mind molded itself to the sound of her
beloved daughter's name, as it echoed in the tortured caverns of
her mind. Her entire being was a vacuum, with only that thought
occupying the shell of her voluptuous body.
Lani ... I love you ... Please God ... love me!!
Chapter 4
"Hey, where we going, kiddo?" Bob asked Lani as they walked
quickly down the hill toward the Village.
"I don't know and I don't care. I just want to get the hell
out of this damn place!" she answered with unabated fury.
"Ahh, calm down, Lani, it's not the end of the world, you
know."
Lani whirled to him, with fire in her eyes.
"Well, it may not be the end of the world to you! It may
just be another good piece of tail to you, you animal! But it's
pretty goddamned important to me!"
"Hey, I thought you still loved me," Bob said in an injured
tone. "I thought you'd forgiven me."
"Well ... I have. I guess," Lani said reluctantly.
"Look, it was all your mother's doing, just like you said,"
Bob lied. "She came down to the Pool while I was getting dressed.
She paraded around and played with my cock and Christ, honey, you
know what that does to me." A whine crept into his voice as he
tried to worm his way back into the girl's good graces.
"Yeah, makes you fuck," Lani said, still angry.
"Well, sure. It makes me fuck. I'm a man, ain't I?"
They had reached the Village by this time, and Lani slumped
against a tree dejectedly.
"Hell, I don't know what to do, or what to think, or
anything," she said, a note of depression in her voice. "God,
it's like the whole world has just been pulled out from under me."
Bob smiled to himself as he sensed the utter helplessness of
the beautiful young girl. He felt safe now, amazed but relieved
at Lani's blindness to his instigating role in the seduction of
her mother. And it was only her irrational love for him that had
closed her eyes to the truth, he knew. So he didn't love her, so
what? His soul was a guilt free as a newborn babe's.
"Listen, kiddo," he said soothingly, "why don't we go on up
to Moses' cabin. Maybe we can talk to him, and he'll be able to
talk you out of it. You know, be an objective ear." Bob secretly
relished the chance of telling Moses that he had gotten to Lani's
mother before his friend had even had a chance.
"Yeah ... I guess maybe that would help some," Lani admitted.
"I guess I really do need to get it out of me."
Bob grabbed her arm, and turned her down a small path to
their left, which twisted and turned down towards Moses' cabin.
Reaching it, they knocked, and then walked in. The place was
empty.
"Oh, that's right," Lani remembered, "Moses is up at the
meeting hall. I left him up there when I went down to the Pool."
"Well, we can wait for him," Bob said, throwing himself down
on the double mattress which lay in one corner of the room. "Come
on over here," he added, patting the mattress beside him.
Lani moved to her muscular boyfriend, and looked down on him.
"You know, if I didn't love you so much, I'd hate you, you
bastard." She smiled gently, and let him draw her down on the
mattress. She kissed him passionately, and he felt his recently
satiated cock stir unbelievably again at her tantalizing
closeness. He reached a hand around behind her, pulled her light
blouse from her loosely fitting skirt, and teased a hand along the
ridge of her spine.
"Oh, come on, Bob ... not now," she said, breaking off her
kiss and attempting to pull away from him.
"What do you mean, not now," he echoed, refusing to release
his strong grip on her voluptuous body.
"I mean after what's just happened ... you know," she
answered.
"Then was then, kiddo, and now is now. But of course, if you
don't want me to do this ..." He sneaked his hand further up her
back, caressing her seductively. "... and if this doesn't feel
good to you ..." He brought his other hand up and rubbed her
braless breast sensuously through the light blouse. "... and if
you really don't want me to do this ..." He drew her to him and
buried a teasing kiss on her soft neck and under her chin. "...
then I'll stop. I really will."
"Goddamn it," Lani laughed, as he continued his maddening
caresses, "stop it! You know I can't take that!"
"Mmmmmm ... " was Ins only answer.
Lani threw her weight against him, pushing him down under her
onto the mattress, covering him with her slender body. She
laughed, and worked her hand up between their bodies to his
crotch, and began kneading his semi-aroused penis forcefully.
"All right, big boy," she whispered with mock sexiness in his
ear, "how do you like that, huh? Turnabout is fair play, you
know."
Bob laughed a throaty laugh, and rolled her off him to the
mattress, his swelling cock already pressing painfully against his
tight blue Jeans.
He slid his hand up under her skirt and along the soft, warm
flesh of her inner thigh and she merely giggled, no longer trying
to stop him. With thumb and forefinger thrust under the narrow
crotchband of her panties, he slowly spread apart the soft, fleshy
pussy-lips of her moist, hair-fringed cunt. Lani lay back,
holding her breath, offering no more than token resistance to his
hands coursing over her body. Isle exquisite feeling of air
rushing over the rising bud of her clitoris rippled through her
now jelly-like muscles and out into the nipples of her excitedly
throbbing breasts, and her thighs relaxed and parted loosely as
she rolled toward Bob with a low surrendering moan.
Her hand moved across his pants, opened his fly, and clasped
his heavy, lust-thickened cock. Her fingers, of their own
volition, pushed his jockey shorts aside and brought the hard,
fleshy rod out of its prison, out until it stood up menacingly and
erect, her small fingers wrapping themselves lovingly around it.
"Ahhhh, that's it, baby," Bob grunted. He undid his belt and
top trouser button, and allowed Lani to slide his pants down, and
then his shorts, and now he was lying naked on the mattress. She
stroked and caressed his throbbing cock, manipulating the long
foreskin up and down over the angry red coronal rim, then she slid
her hand down his long shaft to its base and then below, to
reverently cup and squeeze his bloated testicles, holding them
with inherent affection, then trailing back up to pinch at the
beautifully formed pole with tiny, nipping pressures. Her hips
ground of their own volition down against the mattress and she
heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting softly from
between her teeth.
Then, suddenly, a picture of her mother tying moaning under
the manipulations of this same man, her boyfriend, crashed into
her thoughts, and she paused, disconcerted by this unpleasant
"Oh, baby ... don't stop ... don't stop!" Bob moaned.
She resumed her caressing of his magnificent cock, but her
mind was on her mother. She asked herself wildly how she could be
so sexually aroused, having seen Bob fuck her mother only twenty
minutes before. She tried to sort out her confusion, but then her
thoughts were drawn irresistibly back to the feel of Bob's huge,
jerking penis, swelling unbelievably now under her fascinated
gaze. She couldn't believe it, and yet it was true. She couldn't
keep from touching his incredibly massive shaft, even though that
shaft had so recently skewered her own mother's wetly writhing
cunt, right before her very eyes!
What is happening to me? she thought confusedly. I must be
going mad! But I can't stop myself ... I want to touch his cock!
Even now! I have to touch it ... oooooh, God!
Bob lay on his back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the
submission that had fully overtaken the girl. She was kissing his
neck, his cheek, his ears and eyes and lips, her hot, wet, little
tongue licking at him wildly ... not knowing or caring any longer
what spell had come over her, her glazed mind filled only with the
sight of his hugely throbbing cock.
Lani stood up from the mattress, not caring that the beady,
groveling eyes of the boy who had taken her mother so wildly this
very same afternoon were on her. She stepped out of her skirt and
pulled off her skimpy blouse, and then continued as if prodded by
some unseen force. Her swollen young breasts seemed to beg for
touching; she paused and smoothed her hands carefully over them,
touching her ruby nipples in guarded wonderment. Ohhh, that felt
so good; she took a deep breath, and then rolled down her flimsy
wet panties and allowed her hands to slowly travel back up her
long slim legs and thighs and touch delicately at the lining of
her soft-edged vagina.
Bob was mesmerized as always with the breathtaking loveliness
of the young blonde. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing
combination of swelling breasts and thighs, and he gaped at the
honey-covered silken curls that she was exploring gently with her
fingers now at the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The
thin, pink, hair-lined slit running the full length of her nakedly
displayed pussy caused his mouth to water, and his tongue licked
his rubbery, thick lips with anticipation.
"Get down between my legs," Bob ordered, confident now of the
aroused young girl's willingness to do anything he said, watching
her soft young breasts dance alluringly and her voluptuously
rounded buttocks sway obscenely as she crawled on all fours to his
command, her beautiful long blonde tresses pouring down over her
shoulders like a cascading waterfall. "Now lick my cock, baby.
Put my cock in your mouth and suck ..."
She did, even though this had been one of the things she had
never done to him before; making him cum with her hand was one
thing, but kissing a man on his penis was something only perverts
did, only sick people! But I must be sick ... because I can't
help myself ... I must be as sick as Mother ... I want to suck his
cock, just like he wants ... Dear God ...
Lani lavished Bob's quivering shaft with her warm, wet
tongue, brushing and grazing from its base along its wide
underside up to its tongue, brushing and grazing from its base
along its wide underside to its hardened cock-head, washing,
playing, kissing with long hungry strokes ... then back down to
its base and to the black haired pubic growth and then lower, down
around his distended, lust-bloated sac of testicles, hot from
their load of sperm.
Ohhhh, I love it! I love it!
Her first taste of her boyfriend's swollen cock instigated
wild tremors of delight in her young body, and she uncontrollably
balanced herself on one arm while she reached back with her other
and slowly, tenderly felt her breasts and nipples, belly and
thighs. Ohhh ... Lani was growing wild with frenzy, her stomach
and vagina churning now with a spasming need that she had never
dreamed existed and which was driving her to the point of orgasmic
madness. God ... she loved this! Quickly she trailed her tongue
back over Bob's testicles and along the heavy shaft to its
throbbing head, and with a tiny groan, slipped her lips wetly down
over it. God! She wanted to suck his lewd sperm far into her
throat and belly!
She began to suck and lick in earnest now, and though a small
shudder of resistance at what she had allowed herself to do passed
through her momentarily, she realized that she loved the taste of
Bob's cock. She felt the short, wiry hair of his loins against
her chin and lips, his testicles sweeping against her, and as
greater sensations of abandoned ecstasy grew to burn her vagina
still hotter, nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the lewd
desires which began to ripple through her naked flesh.
Lani didn't hear the door to the cabin open quietly, and
didn't notice the figure which slipped quickly inside and closed
the door behind. But Bob opened his eyes to discover his friend,
Moses, standing in fascination as he watched Lani's naked form
crouched salaciously over the huge, rock-hard cock reaching up
into her wetly caverned mouth. He grinned lewdly, and came over
to where Lani strained and pumped to milk her boyfriend's aching
balls of their hotly building spend and in doing so quench the
raging fire of lust consuming her insides. The sight of his
friend's hard shaft of male flesh absorbed between the lips of the
girl's widely availed lips increased his aroused fascination a
thousand-fold, and he hissed out his breath as he saw Lani take
her hand that she had been running over her own body and use it to
massage the soft resilient skin of Bob's testicles, then
tantalizingly stroke the base of his shaft as she continued to
suck rhythmically up and down.
Bob looked up to see his friend right above them, and read
the unmistakable lust written all over his face. What the hell,
he said to himself, Lani's so hot now, she won't mind if somebody
else joins in. He looked at Moses, and nodded to him. He laughed
as he saw the expression of surprise, and then, uncontrollably
lust crease the bearded face of his friend.
"Come on, gracious leader, join in," he laughed.
Lani drew her mouth away from Bob's cock long enough to see
who stood above hers but then Bob wrenched her head back around
brutally.
"Suck, kiddo, keep sucking me. Our friend is just going to
make things a little bit better for you!"
Lani's mind reeled in disbelief, and yet she sensed a quick
shock of excitement course through her unprotected loins at the
same time. Could it be possible that she could want Moses too ...
at the same time as Bob? Had she sunk so low?
Quickly Moses shed his clothing, and then stood with his
long, jutting cock throbbing out in front of him like a wild
stallion. He grabbed Lani's flailing white buttocks and leaned
down over her back, thrusting his penis roughly up against the
nakedly defenseless crevice of her smooth ass cheeks. The
narrowly expanded cunt slit was visibly throbbing with its lips
parted anxiously, its wet pink lips held together by the squirming
of her thighs up against his hungry loins.
Lani could not see the face hovering over her buttocks but
her passion filled mind was aware of her friend behind her---aware
of what he wanted to do to her while she was so desperately
sucking Bob's penis in her mouth. She felt the full length of her
open vaginal slit palpitate anxiously, greedily ... Dear God!
This can't be me! I'm going to be fucked by both guys ... and I
want that ...
Everything which had ever meant anything to the poor, lust-
enflamed girl was torn asunder as she lay in crippled defeat
between the two boys. What she was allowing to be done to her was
the absolute opposite of everything she had stood for, everything
she had believed in ... everything which had prompted her to
chastise her mother ... and yet there was no turning back. She
had to have the two hardened male cocks fucking into her at the
same time---had to---had to ...
Oh God, I'm sick ... sick ... but I can't help it ... can't
help it!
She flexed her aching cunt muscles together in a last ditch
attempt to evade the dual ravishment, but neither that nor her
mental denials of her sanity helped to ward off the lust-incited
Moses. Her brain was a maze of distorted thoughts, and she
couldn't apply what thinking capacities she had to anything but
what was being shoved up into her vagina---Moses' hugely invading
cudgel of male flesh. The throb of her soft inner flesh seemed to
incite his large, alien penis even more, and it plowed its way
deeper into her vainly resisting passage. She felt the walls of
her cringing pussy clasp around it like a glove, and she sensed
its very fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted enormous
pleasures.
Dear God! This isn't happening! her mind kept repeating over
and over, but she knew it was, and the pungent odors of Bob's cock
slithering lewdly in and out of her tightly ovalled lips stung her
flared nostrils and she began to insanely run her tongue faster
over his pumping shaft and bulging head. She may be sick, she
thought crazily, but she didn't want this to stop! Her cock-
spread cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thought
raced out of control through her lust fogged mind.
Moses drew the girl harder to his loins by grasping her ivory
lips with his clawing fingers and jerking her backward. He felt
her moist, slippery cunt ladle flower open more to receive his
cock to greater and greater depths. The cords on her neck and her
lips around Bob's penis were hard and tense as she writhed beneath
the two monstrous cocks which skewered her naked young body
cruelly between them.
"Now, baby," Bob hissed down at her, "beg for it. Beg like I
make you do ... only beg for both of us."
"Mmmmmmmm," Lani mewled, her mouth still taut around his
relentlessly drubbing penis. "Ohhhh, yes ... yes ... " Her words
were muffled and indistinct, but deeply felt, for all control of
her body was gone.
"Beg me to cum in your mouth, baby," he commanded, continuing
to grind his cock into her wetly quivering throat.
"Ohhhh, yes ... fuck me. R-ram your cock in my cunt, Moses,
and yes, darling Bob, cum in my mouth!" she babbled, the thought
of her own lips spewing out those lewd desires for the first time
in her life sending new lascivious thrills reeling through her.
She was hopelessly impaled between Moses' hard driving cock in her
vagina and Bob's penis shoved tightly up into her mouth, and now,
moaning and mewling between them, she began to twist and squirm
wantonly under the double ravishment and thrust up against both
men more urgently. Her small white teeth nibbled her boyfriend's
cock as it surged with increasing tempo into her hungrily sucking
mouth, and she clenched her thighs in a warm milking action
against the pillaging cock methodically screwing her warm, wet
cuntal channel.
The ecstasy of the moment rose within Lani as she tried to
suck with the massive cock fucking her from behind, and as it
slammed harder and harder into her cunt, the lust-hardened shaft
caressing the smooth wet walls of her vagina, the blunt tip would
batter her sensitive cervix and pummel it hard. The room was
lighting up in strange colors for the girl, blinding and flashing
and mingling with the electrifying shocks that were shooting
through her body to the seeming depths of her very being.
Bob Seikerd felt the softness of her tongue swirling around
the apex of his penis and flicking magically all around his shaft,
and he flexed his buttocks, watching the girl's blonde head bob
lewdly up and down as she worked her mouth around the hammering,
still swelling cock. It was a masterful sight, he thought,
watching it, though he wondered why she didn't choke. Great
whorls of lust impassioned heat were building deep in the sac of
his testicles, and he could see tiny rivulets of perspiration
rolling in thin droplets from Lani's firm, white skinned body, as
she bucked between him and his friend like a demon driven mad.
Suddenly Moses groaned aloud and wailed: "Jesus! Fuck
harder! Fuck back Lani, I'm about ready to blow my balls! Ohh
... fuck back! Fuck back!"
Lani responded immediately, wallowing obscenely in her
pleasurable but debasing subjugation, raising her quivering
buttocks up against the man's thickly expanding cock, driving it
back inside her, deep up into her naked belly, sending vibrations
of lewd delight coursing through her laboring young body. She was
completely helpless to stop herself, and she kn ew it, and swam in
the carnal knowledge ... she was punishing herself, openly feeling
she deserved this painful fucking, for her loins were on fire more
than ever, and she was forced to feed her seething hunger with all
of tile abandonment of the most common slut in history. She
deserved this, deserved this and more ... yes, yes ... more! More
...!
"Suck me harder!" Bob screamed at her, and in a wild,
maniacal need for fulfillment, Lani sucked his lust-hardened penis
like a wanton whore, and the hotly pummeling instrument
disappeared into a strange, lengthening fusion with her face as
Bob fucked with hollowing buttocks, sinking his penis far into the
girl's mouth until his wiry pubic hair brushed the tip of her
nose. His testicles danced lewdly, slapping in unison with his
pounding thrusts hard against her upraised chin. Then, his climax
rolling out of his balls like a thundercloud out of the sky, Bob
suddenly jerked his cock from her sucking lips and held the
throbbing red shaft in his hands about two inches away from her
ovalled pink mouth.
From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Mar 12 07:49:14 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MothDaug 5/8 "A Mother-Daughter Twosome"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 04:49:14 -0800
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'`Oh, no, Bob ... please, I want it! I must have it!"
pleaded the stricken girl, groaning with the agonizing and
overpowering fire of unfulfilled lust fanning out of control in
her pulsating cunt, and she tried to pull him to her, her mouth
gaping obscenely at his wildly jumping cock.
But before she could close her widely availed lips over his
cock again, it began to spew hot, sticky cum directly into the
dark searching cavern of her mouth, and the thick, quick spurts
streamed milk-like from the swollen cock-head, filling her waiting
mouth to the brim. She swallowed voraciously, trying not to loose
a drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid as her Adam's apple bobbed
up and down, rapidly attempting to keep up with the wildly
ejaculating cock squirting its white hot, lewd male cum straight
into her face.
And behind the wantonly swallowing young girl, Moses could
feel the cum boiling inside his own lust-heated balls as they beat
wildly against Lani's upturned ass cheeks. He grunted savagely
and quickened his stroke, fucking hard and deep until his cock
bored far up into the hidden recesses of her quivering womb.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Lani screamed to him. She wasn't
ashamed because she was enjoying it more than she had ever enjoyed
fucking before. Nothing mattered to her now but the delicious
waves of stormy feeling deep in her cunt as Moses' thickly swollen
cock drove in and out of her clutching vagina, until the blood-
engorged head collided with her cervix deep inside with every
powerful, pile driving stroke.
Suddenly, she shivered under him.
"Oh, God!" she cried, "yes, yessss, I'm cummmmmiiiinnug ...
Oh, God, I'm cummmninnng, nowwww!" With a deep throated groan,
her body stiffened and began vibrating uncontrollably, wet white
cum oozing from the throbbing passage and drowning Moses' hugely
impaling member with its sticky warmth.
The pounding man above her then went berserk as she grunted
out her climax against his heated loins, her body jerking
spasmodically up against him. His harshly kneading hands pulled
the widespread cheeks of her trembling buttocks hard up against
his grinding pelvis and he rammed his exploding cock all the way
to the hilt into the depths of her wildly sucking cunt.
Lani thought her insides were about to split as she felt the
head of the deep sunk cock flex and flare into a hugeness that
threatened to tear into her belly. Then, suddenly, he erupted,
his thick hot liquid shooting deep up into her widely stretched
womb, mixing deliciously with the moisture of her own sensuality.
Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless orgasm as the burning,
powerful squirts surged deep inside her, filling her to
overflowing with its hot sticky whiteness. The hot, drenched
walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped around it, working and
sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. Cum juice
flowed wetly out around his still driving cock, flooding wetly
over his balls and the base of his cock as he fucked relentlessly
up into her. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she
breathed in short, desperate gasps, their mingled fluids flowing
in unchecked spurts down between her writhing legs. Reaching
frantically back between her thighs with both hands to milk
desperately at his lewdly dancing balls, she felt the giant cock
still continuing to throb and flex, jerking its completion in hot
white spurts, filling her womb and further soaking the cum-
drenched pussy hair it was buried in.
"Oh, God, don't stop, don't ever stop," she pleaded dazedly.
The starving inner folds of her cunt sucked fiercely at the
lurching cock until it finally gave one last spasmodic jerk and
lay limp inside her nakedly quivering belly.
The panting man collapsed exhaustedly across her body,
feeling her insides still gushing forth around his rapidly
deflating penis. At last, she too gave a final jerk and trembled
to stillness. Her firm, perfectly sculpted body felt drained of
everything, her belly filled to the bursting point with their hot
sticky white male cum.
Moses lay still for a moment, trying to recover his strength,
then slowly pulled his softened cock out of her totally sated
cunt. He could see the soaking wet slit of her sex glistening
wetly, the insides of her thighs heavily smeared with the white
sticky moisture that dripped in tiny rivulets out of her vagina to
form a moist, lewd pool beneath her.
"Ahhhhhh," he murmured. "Not bad, not bad."
"It'll get better," Bob said, grinning lewdly. "You know how
beginners are. Lots of enthusiasm but lacking discipline. A few
more sessions like this though, and she'll come around."
The repulsive horror of her lover's words shot through Lani's
satiated euphoria like a spasm of electricity. Beginners? ... a
few more sessions? ... What the hell is he talking about?
"What do you mean ... I'll cone around?" she managed to say
through her constricted throat.
"Just what I said, kiddo. Now that you're initiated into the
finer pleasures of the old gang bang, we'll be doing it more
often, you know? I suspect old Moses isn't going to be content
with just this once, are you buddy?"
Moses grinned at her obscenely, leaving no doubt as to his
answer.
"You ... you're crazy, both of you!" she screamed at them,
suddenly afraid of what her boyfriend was implying. "I won't ...
ever again ... this was perverted, unnatural ... you can't make
me!"
Bob leered up at her, confident of his power over the frail
young girl.
"You'll do anything I want you to do, Lani, starting from
now. And I won't have to make you do it ... because I can tell
right now you're going to love every minute of it."
Lani stared with new found horror at the man she suddenly
realized had somehow tricked her into becoming his sexual slave,
and now, in the wake of their played out passions and her deep set
remorse, she was able to gain a modicum of control over her
senses, at least momentarily. In that second of clarity, she saw
many things in a blinding new light. She slowly dragged herself
to her feet, knowing that she had to get out of his horrible
cabin, out into the sane, clean world again if she was ever going
to break the chains of her betrayed body. Bob's plans for her
were so horrid that she bit her lower lip in self-revulsion to the
point where she drew blood, his filthy words sending a wave of
nausea coursing through her.
Dear God ... forgive me ... I lost control of myself, and
I've almost become an addict to sex ... I must get out ...
She had never felt so alone in her life. She saw now that
her lashing hatred, her irrational accusations toward her mother
weren't justified. Her mother's words, begging forgiveness,
understanding and love filtered through her dazed mind, and Lani
realized that what had happened here, to her, had happened more or
less the same way back at the Pool Her mother had fallen prey to
Bob Seikerd, and he was unfit for anybody's love and affection or
loyalties. He was incarnately evil ...
She was caught up in his abominable trip and while still
confused as to how or why, she knew that she had to get out of his
web here, she had to talk to her mother and tell her that she had
grown up and seen the truth, and that she was the one who wanted
to beg for forgiveness and love and understanding. And maybe,
just maybe, her mother would accept her, used and debauched as she
was, and the two of them could make some effort to face life
together.
She scooped up her clothing, preparatory to putting them on.
"Hey, baby," Moses asked. "What do you think you're doings"
"Leaving," she said sullenly.
"Aw, for Christ's sake," Bob grumbled. "Stick around, Lani.
I'll fuck you in a little while, soon's I get my cock up again."
It snapped, then, the spontaneous bursting in her head that
crashed reality down over her with a shattering force. She turned
toward the door quickly, feeling the tears begin to fill her eyes,
but Bob reached out and caught her ankle, holding her fast in his
iron grip
"Listen, what's the matter? I told you to stay here, Didn't
you hear me?"
Lani whirled to him, her sudden hatred for him making her
rash in her accusation.
"You fucking bastard! You're both a pair of slimy, perverted
bastards! I'm not going to play your sick games, do you
understand? I'm not!!!!" With a little hysterical cry, Lani
wrenched her foot from Bob's grasp, stumbled as she broke loose,
and spilled her clothes over the cabin floor. Bob was getting up
hurriedly behind her, and she rushed to the door of the cabin in a
sudden panic. She had to get out of there!
"Come back here, you little bitch!" Bob yelled at her, but
she didn't stop. She threw open the door and raced out into the
early evening twilight, completely naked, and ran as quickly as
she could through the trees, stumbling, tripping, falling against
trees and limbs in her blind attempt to escape this tiny circle of
hell.
"Goddamn, she sure is fast!" mused Moses as he watched the
retreating form of the naked girl disappear in the fading light.
"Look at those tits jump up and down!"
Bob's face was darkened with anger, and he spat out the
words. "Serve her fucking right if some bobcat ate her up, the
fucking bitch!" He turned back into the cabin. "Well, hell let
her go. I'm sure not going running after her like this with my
cock and balls flapping around in the breeze. To hell with her."
"Well, what'll we do, Bobby boy?"
"Forget her, the little tit. I shouldn't ever have wasted my
time on her in the first place She's probably found her mother and
they're both halfway to San Francisco by now."
"Oh, I'm afraid that's impossible, Bobby."
Bob turned and saw Moses go to his coveralls, reach into the
pocket, pull out a set of keys and dangle them before his eyes.
"These just happened to be sitting in the ignition of a
little old Ford Falcon up by the meeting hall, so I took them for
safe keeping. You know, save a teenager from becoming a car
thief," he grinned.
"Well, well, well," Bob laughed loudly. "It looks like we
may be blessed with the Walker's company, mother and daughter, for
some little time then."
"Precisely, Bobby my boy, precisely," Moses chuckled, and
tossed the keys to his friend with a wickedly obscene laugh.
Chapter 5
Ann Walker looked once again at her watch, and then rose from
the cot in Lani's cabin and went to the door to peer out into the
half darkness of the cool, moonlight night. The trees around the
cabin were illuminated by an eerie, almost iridescent glow. Their
branches alternately shadowed and exposed to the impassive gaze of
the full moon high above. The heat of the day had slipped away
quietly, to be replaced by a gentle breeze that rustled through
the tree limbs like so many whispering voices, sometimes soothing,
but more of ten mocking the young mother who stood silhouetted in
the doorway of the cabin.
Ann closed the door softly, and began to pace nervously up
and down the room's short length. She walked a little stiffly,
her unaccustomed loins still sore from Bob's love making that
afternoon at the Pool. But her mind was not on the shame she had
been feeling all evening as a result of the terrible breech of her
sexual defenses. It was centered instead on a growing worry about
her young daughter, Lani.
Ann looked at her watch once again, but it was only a few
minutes later than when she'd last looked at it. She crossed to
the cot, and sat nervously, trying desperately to calm her fears.
Her soul still ached from the violence of Lani's words to her that
afternoon, words that had torn her far more than the mere physical
humiliation she had undergone with her daughter's boyfriend. She
prayed now that Lani had only been gripped by a momentary disgust
for her mother, a disgust that Ann herself shared, but that this
horribly unfortunate incident would not destroy their relationship
completely.
And now at 9:30 at night, even that was not the uppermost
concern in Ann's mind. Her first worry now was that her daughter
had not come back to her cabin, even though Ann had seen Bob
Seikerd earlier that evening from a distance, going into the main
meeting hall. If Lani was not with him, where was she?
The distraught young mother had been almost prostrate with
worry since that time, her mind flying alternately between concern
for her daughter and revolting, and yet strangely exciting visions
of her debasement that afternoon. She had paced the cramped
little cabin or had sat anxiously waiting on the edge of the cot
for almost 2 hours, and her nerves had reached the snapping point.
Looking at her watch once again, Ann stood up and crossed to
the window. What should I do, she asked herself desperately, who
can I turn to? I need help ... God ... I can't handle this all by
myself! Suddenly she remembered the friendly man she had met that
day on the steps of the meeting hall. What was his name? She
couldn't even remember, and it had only been a few short hours
before. She remembered his great, flowing beard, his soiled
coveralls, his friendly tone of voice ... Moses, that's it, she
suddenly recalled, maybe he could help me. He seemed to be some
kind of a leader around the commune, she thought, so perhaps he
might have some influence with her innocent young daughter; and
anyway, somebody should be warned about that terrible Bob Seikerd.
Quickly, Ann extinguished the light in Lani's cabin, and
rushed out into the cool moonlit night. She almost ran towards
the meeting hall, and finally came into the main clearing of the
commune. She saw a group of people lounging on the steps of the
hall, made sure Bob Seikerd was not among them, and then
approached slowly.
"Excuse me, can any of you tell me where I might find Moses?"
she asked hesitantly, suddenly aware of a pungent aroma that
filled the air around them and was wafted to her by the gentle
breeze. She saw the hand rolled cigarette being passed around the
circle of young people, and realized with a start that it must be
marijuana.
"Uhhh ... yeah," said a blond, long-haired boy who lay
enfolded between the two legs of the young girl sitting above him,
"yeah, I think he's down in his cabin."
"Could you tell me where that is?" Ann asked.
"Sure," said the heavy-lidded girl above him. "It's ... uhh
... it's down that path there, first door on your right." She
giggled inexplicably.
"Thank you very much," Ann said, turning toward the path the
girl had indicated.
"Sure, Mom, sure," the young girl said, and the group began
to snigger softly as Ann walked away.
She didn't hear them, though, but strode purposefully down
towards Moses' cabin, turning in at the first little path she saw
running to her right. She saw some lights through the trees, and
continued until she stood, hesitantly before Moses' front door.
Then, girding up her courage she knocked resolutely on the roughly
hewn oak timbers. There was no immediate answer, and she knocked
again. After a pause she heard a soft voice reach out to her from
inside the cabin.
"It's open," the voice said, and nothing more.
She slowly pulled the latch on the door, and stepped softly
into the room. It was draped with rugs and old carpets on all the
walls, and except for a large mattress lying on the floor in the
corner, and a few crates and wooden boxes, was bare. She saw
Moses sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor, staring
with half-closed eyes at the flame of a stubby candle, that was
fixed with its own wax directly on the wooden floor. She stood
quietly, thinking she was disturbing him, but then thought that
perhaps he wasn't even aware of her presence. She hesitated, and
then spoke to him.
"Moses?"
He didn't answer.
"Moses? I've got to talk to you about something very
important."
Finally, Moses slowly raised his eyes to her, took a moment
to recognize her, and then smiled a far away smile.
"Hello Ann. Sit down. I've been expecting you."
Ann looked for a chair, found none, and then lowered herself
to the floor across the candle from him.
"You've been expecting me?" she asked, wondering
apprehensively if he knew about Lani, and Bob, and the whole
situation.
"Yes, I have. Would you like something to drink?"
Ann's throat felt suddenly very dry, and she realized she
hadn't had a drink all day. She accepted his offer gratefully,
and watched as he moved to one of the little crates beside his
mattress.
"Why have you been expecting me?" she asked, still confused.
"Well ... Bob and Lani were here earlier, and we talked about
what had happened." Moses watched as Ann's eyes grew wide with
fear. "Oh, there's nothing to worry about, Ann. I'm used to that
kind of thing. I'm sort of a spiritual adviser around here, you
know, people often come to me with their problems. But you can be
sure that I'll keep your secret in strictest confidence." The
bearded man finished pouring two stiff drinks of vodka, neglecting
to add that Bob had only told him while bragging of his seduction
of Lani's mother, after they had both taken Lani violently that
same evening.
"Here, drink this. It'll steady your nerves."
Ann took the glass from him, and stared at the clear liquid.
"What is it?" she asked hesitantly.
"Just Vodka," he replied. "I'm afraid that's all I have. I
hope it's all right."
"It's fine, Moses. Thank you." Ann took a gulp of the
drink, and coughed as its fire attacked her parched throat.
"Whew, that is strong stuff."
Moses smiled, and sat down again on the floor, closer to her
this time.
"Would you like to talk about what's happened?" he said
gently, hardly able to keep his eyes from boring under the light
dress she was wearing, which was inched up over her soft, ivory
thighs as she sat clasping her drink with both hands.
"No ... no, I don't think so, Moses. That's very nice of
you," Ann said kindly, more at ease now with the kind and
understanding man, "but I didn't come for that. I just came to
ask you to help me get my daughter back ... I mean, to help me
convince Lani that she should come back to South San Francisco
with me. Right away."
"But why, Ann? She seems perfectly happy here."
"No, she isn't---she couldn't be! She's all mixed up with
this Bob Seikerd, and he's evil, Moses, he's a horribly evil
influence on her, you know that."
"Well," Moses said quietly, "she seems to be content with
him, at least when they were here this afternoon."
"But she's so young, Moses! She's blinded by her love for
this awful man, so she can't see what kind of a danger he is for
her!"
"Oh, now I think you're exaggerating a little, Ann."
"No I'm not! He raped me this afternoon ... raped me ...
right after he'd ... he'd ... right after he'd been with Lani,"
Ann stammered. "He doesn't love her, I know that. He's just
using her!"
Moses looked at her impassively, trying to hide the
excitement that was beginning to grow in him as he realized that
this was an opportunity he couldn't afford to miss.
"I don't know what to say Ann. Bob and Lani seemed to agree
that ... now you mustn't be angry, I'm just telling you what they
said ... that you hadn't been raped at all. In fact, from what I
understand from them, it was you who were the aggressor."
"That's not true!" Ann screamed. "He's lying, and Lani
believes him! Oh my God, don't you see ...?"
Moses quickly moved to the hysterical young mother, and put
his hand on her trembling shoulder soothingly.
"Now calm down, Ann," he crooned, "getting all upset isn't
going to help matters. Take it easy ... relax ... come on now
..."
"How can I relax when my own daughter believes those terrible
things about me! God, Moses, she's all I have.. and I'm losing
her ... dear God ... I'm losing her!"
Moses had moved across the floor until he was sitting right
next to the quivering woman, his whole arm now encircling her
shoulders, his nostrils filled with the tantalizing odor of her
unbelievably sensuous body. He felt his dormant cock wake
suddenly as the lovely, shaking mother collapsed against his
chest, overcome with worry and grief He teed, without much
success, to still the mounting arousal that tingled his large body
mercilessly.
"Shhhh ... Shhh ..." he whispered, "Ann, come on now ... if
you face the truth, it will be easier in the long run. Admit that
you enjoyed your experience with Bob this afternoon. From what
Lani has told us in the past, I gather that you haven't really
allowed yourself much sexual activity in the past few years. So
it isn't shameful that you couldn't control yourself this
afternoon. Watts perfectly normal."
Ann's mind reeled under the truth of his words. She had
enjoyed it. Even though she hadn't wanted it, she had enjoyed it!
"Nooooo ... he forced it ... I didn't mean to ..."
"Of course you didn't, Ann ... of course you didn't. But you
did enjoy it, now, didn't you?"
"Yes!" Ann admitted through clenched teeth, "I did enjoy it!
And that is the worst part of it all!"
"But it's not, Ann, it's not. Don't you see it's perfectly
normal? The body is a temple, Ann, but it is a temple that must
not be allowed to decay, don't you see? You didn't betray your
body this afternoon; you have been betraying it by trying to hide
it behind shame and fear. It had to break loose sometime, and it
did this afternoon. You should be happy, At upset."
As Moses talked, his right hand came to rest on Ann's
quivering thigh, at first as though he were emphasizing what he
was saying, but then remained, lightly caressing the smooth fabric
of her skirt over her naked flesh. She was hardly aware of his
touch, concentrating only on his words, and the possible truth of
them.
"I ... I don't know.. I just don't know ..." she moaned.
"I'm right, dear lady, you know I'm right," Moses voice was
beginning to take on an unmistakably lusting edge, which he could
no longer hide. His hand moved more quickly over her thigh until,
with a tingle that raced out of control up his spine, it came into
contact with her naked flesh. "You must learn to let yourself go
... let yourself go ... relax ... and be free, Ann, be free. You
have a beautiful body, you must use it ... use it well ... share
it ..."
Ann came out of her reverie with a jolt, felt Moses' hand
working its lewd way around into the warm flesh of her inner
thigh, his other hand beginning to massage her neck suggestively,
and spun away from him on the floor.
"What do you think you're doing!" she screamed at him in
sudden fear, pulling her dress down frantically over her legs.
"What are you ..."
"I'll tell you what I'm doing, little Venus," Moses crooned,
not even attempting now to hide the look of sheer animal lust that
had twisted his previously gentle face into some obscene parody of
Jekyll and Hyde. "I'm simply appreciating an incredibly beautiful
body, a temple, you know, like I said ... I see the fantastic
temple of your body, sweet lady, and I plan to worship it. Now
you don't mind a little worship, do you?"
He was crouched on the balls of his feet now, leaning out
toward her with an evil grin on his leering face. With a sudden
panic rising like a flood in her body, Ann felt her arm swing out
wildly, and felt the sharp sting in her palm as her hand caught
him under the chin, knocking him off balance and onto his side on
the floor. Quickly, he jumped to his feet, standing over her
threateningly, rubbing the place on his jaw where she'd hit him.
"You fucking little bitch, you're going to pay for that!
You're going to beg me to fuck you before I'm through." He stood
above her huddled form, glaring down at her with rage burning in
0x eyes. Then, insanely, his face twisted itself into a sweet,
sick smile. "That was not very nice of you, Ann. No, not very
nice at all. We practice non-violence here on the commune, and
that was very violent of you. Yes it was, very violent."
Ann crawled away from him on the floor, staring at him as the
terrifying transition came over his face. He must be mad!
"Now ... now you leave me alone! Do you hear?"
"No, sweet thing, I don't hear. My ears are filled with the
music of your delicious body, and I'm deaf to anything else." A
grin played on his face as he watched with sadistic pleasure the
frightened young woman on the floor.
"I'm leaving ... I'm getting out of here ... don't ... don't
try to stop me," Ann stammered, not daring to move a muscle.
"No you're not, Ann. Shall I tell you why?" He reached into
the pocket of his coveralls, and pulled a ring of keys, dangling
them before her horrified gaze. "You're not leaving because you
have no place to go. You recognize these?"
Ann's mind reeled as she realized he was holding the keys to
her car. "Please ..." she begged, "please, give them to me ..."
"Of course, Ann, of course. You can have them. But this is
a capitalistic world we live in, so I'm afraid you're going to
have to pay for them."
Ann felt the strength leave her body as he interpreted his
obscene implication, and she collapsed on the floor with her head
in her hands, sobbing unrestrainedly. She was trapped!
Hopelessly ensnared by to evilly grinning man standing above her.
She didn't even move as she sensed him moving closer to her, and
crouching down over her prostrate body. A tremor rippled over her
as she felt his hand move suddenly to her flat, tense stomach,
then inch around her waist as he came closer to her, until his
face was mere inches from her own.
"Stop! Please ... stop it!" she pleaded, writhing from his
grasp unsteadily. "Please ... let me go ..."
But Moses didn't answer, and she felt his hands grab her
slender waist again, and the strength of his powerful arms draw
her tightly against him, his one hand moving down to encompass the
full, rounded spheres of her buttocks, while the other one lumped
against the small of her back. She felt the blood rustling to her
cheeks in the shame of his coarse hand moving intimately over her
tensed and fear stricken body.
"S-stop! Stop it, do you hear? I'll scream for help!"
"Oh ... oh ... no ... no ... stop ...!" Ann groaned as he
lifted his head to grin evilly down at her.
"Getting to you now, Ann?" Moses hissed, his hands roving
over her exploringly.
NO! It was impossible! Her body wouldn't ... couldn't
betray her again! But it was ... incredible. She was coming
alive with overpowering, impossible sensations. His hands, his
tongue, his body had kindled her aflame with desire almost
immediately. My God, she had to gain a hold on herself! What was
happening to her ... was she that sick?
Then, his huge hands were on the satiny, naked flesh of her
leg ... moving upward ... upward to her thigh ... the soft, warm
flesh of her inner thigh ... and God Almighty! She wanted it
there! Oh God ... Nooooo ...!
Moses stared down at where she lay stretched out beneath him,
while his hands smoothed up the silken flesh of her trembling
thigh, moving higher with each stroke, until he let them brush to
the very peak of the delightful juncture, instigating the
sensation of contact as they pressed gently through her nylon
panties, against the golden, hair covered lips of her panting,
pink slitted little pussy. Ann groaned and jerked to the slight
pressured touch against her tingling genitals, her brain
desperately fighting to seize control from her rapidly
overpowering physical senses. Oh Lord, what had come over her?
Oh ... somehow ... somehow, she had to end this horrible teasing
she was allowing her body to be submitted to!
"No! No! You've got to stop this ... I can't do this again
... don't you see?" she cried, rolling her head back and forth,
her eyes squeezed tightly closed in her shame. "Damn you, stop, I
say! I'll kill you! I'll kill you for this ...!"
Oh God! Her mind was a whirlpool of confusion. If only she
could think straight! Maybe if she played along a little ... Yes!
Yes! She must play along ... humor him ... at least, that would
make it easier ... Yes, that was it ... play along ... humor him
...
"I could just eat you up, my beautiful little Venus," Moses
half whispered. "You know that?" he went on, interrupting her
thoughts as he gently lowered her panties down her smooth thighs
and off her legs, brushing her hair covered vaginal lips as he
did.
Then it happened! She felt his thick long finger tracing the
thick, pink-furrowed line of her nakedly exposed cunt and she
writhed and squirmed beneath it uncontrollably. Her hands caught
at his powerful shoulders, their lacquered nails gouging into the
muscular flesh through his clothing. A quick moment of disbelief
swept her up at her own response, even as the prurient spasms of
unwanted desire raced through her loins and belly, while slowly he
parted the wisps of soft sparse pubic hair and wormed his middle
finger exploringly between her warm vaginal lips ... at last,
worming it deeper and deeper up into her moist, excited channel,
sending shocks of insane delight soaring through her.
"Oh ... oooohhhhhh ... no ... nooooooooo ..." she whimpered
brokenly in mounting passion. "Please stop ... don't ...
The aroused young woman tossed her head and whined throatily
in her emotional torment and inexplicable craving, a stimulating
shock playing along the smoothly exposed flesh of her legs, and
she twitched and squirmed her buttocks down onto the floor, her
whimpers changing into an incessant series of helpless groans as
Moses' fingers taunted the sensitive pussy slit up between her
thighs, gently thrusting and probing into it, parting the silken
pubic hair and making a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny
throbbing center of the undesired passion that had swept over her.
It lewdly saturated her whole being, and she bit at her lips to
hold back the moan of sheer, mindless bliss mounting ecstatically
in her sensuously quivering breasts.
Oh ... oh ... it was so wicked and evil ... terribly,
terribly wrong! Ohhhh ... she had to stop him from doing these
forbidden, lascivious things to her ... while there was still time
... but how? How?
And then, momentarily, she tried to struggle against him, but
he held her as if she were a child, snickering triumphantly down
into her beautiful, shame contorted face. She again relaxed her
struggling, the incredible horror of her complete helplessness ...
of the entire situation ... slowly but indelibly impressing itself
upon her mind. Dear God! She was hopelessly trapped! There was
nothing she could do but lie there in defenseless subjugation
while this demented man lewdly felt and explored her soft secret
body at will ... taking any and all indecent liberties with her
that he pleased. There was absolutely no way she could stop him
...
Ann couldn't catch her breath. She tried to speak but her
words stuck in her throat, the sensual shock of his fingers
teasing obscenely around her hotly quivering clitoris causing her
to writhe her buttocks around on the floor in a vain effort to
escape the frenzied spasms of desire coursing madly over her soft,
vibrant flesh.
"Oh ... oh," she moaned helplessly while he continued his
clitoral teasing, at last pausing to draw an answer from her.
"Well ... am I right, Ann? You want me to fuck you? Would
you care to beg for it now?"
The helpless woman didn't answer, only closed her eyes as he
raised her up, assisting him subconsciously as he began to strip
her completely naked; then, she felt the cool rush of air against
her throbbing breasts with their hard, distended pink nipples as
they became completely exposed to him ... and his sharp intake of
breath, his big hand clutching them hotly ... kneading, squeezing,
rolling the nipples painfully between his fingers, until finally
his warm, wet mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and
worrying the tiny nipple maddeningly;.. and then the other in the
same manner, the hot, wet tongue at last trailing down through the
deep narrow valley that separated them ... her stomach muscles
From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Mar 12 07:49:29 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MothDaug 6/8 "A Mother-Daughter Twosome"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 04:49:29 -0800
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tensing as it slithered down her, dipping momentarily into her
navel ... taunting it while his hands continued to caress and
stroke her aching breasts ...
Then she moaned as his hands left her breasts and began to
tear at his own clothes, practically ripping them from his body
until he was completely naked beside her.
"Hey, little Venus ... open those beautiful eyes and see how
it looks to you."
Ann did, agonizingly ... and she saw him kneeling up between
her legs that he had forcibly and obscenely spread open to him,
his face twisted in a lewd grin, and she let her eyes trail
downward over his muscularly powerful torso to the thick, hardened
penis standing out from his lean loins. Her eyes began to widen
in mounting terror and fear stricken disbelief, while his
licentious smirk broadened and his hands lustfully stroked the
heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard, blood-
engorged head.
"A beautiful creation, is it not?" he taunted insanely. "A
worthy sacrifice for the tight little temple of your cunt, I
think!
Ann hardly heard his obscene words; she was more shocked with
the sight of his huge, already pulsating organ, icing her inside
to the point of almost destroying any erotic sensations that had
possessed her. Yet, she couldn't help but gape at the massiveness
of his penis ... it's length and thickness causing her to stare in
awe ... while the sight of her own naked, obscenely spread open
thighs filled her with miserable, degrading shame as once more the
helplessness of her situation dwelled in her fogged brain; then,
it further registered that he was sadistically enjoying this
almost brutal debauchery he was subjecting her to, the gleam in
his eyes bordering on sexual madness.
Still, she stared, her eyes seemingly fixed on the inhuman
sized, fleshy instrument he was still holding and stroking. It's
thickness was terrorizing! Good God ... ! No woman could take
it!
He laughed obscenely. "Bigger than Bob's, Ann?"
Ann tore her eyes away from the massive penis, rolling her
head to one side as he watched with salacious delight the
horrified expression of fear that contorted her face.
He dropped his weight upon her, forcing the breath from her
soft, white body with a gasp, the hardness of his hugely pulsating
cock crushing into the tender flesh of her belly, his thick hands
once more squeezing her full, firmly shaped breasts so viciously
that she cried out with the pain. And then suddenly, his mouth
was smothering hers, his tongue plunging deep into her throat in
his mounting lust.
"You hot fucking little cunt!" he hissed, his voice once
again hard, "I'm going to make you beg me to fuck you before I'm
finished. Yeah ... you're going to beg me to bury my cock in that
snobbish little cunt hole of yours ... so fucking deep you'll
taste it!"
The terrified woman said nothing, only tried to deafen her
ears to his abuse. He was sick! Sick! And then, he was moving
down her body ... slithering downward ... down ... until his face
was even with her loins, mere inches above them, and the repugnant
shock of what he intended to do caused her to recoil in utter
horror.
"Wh-what are you ... ? My God! No! Oh no ... no, please!
You can't ... not that! Stop, you can't!" she half screamed as he
placed his palm against the soft inner sides of her thighs,
pressing them apart even more open to his lust inflamed eyes. She
moaned aloud, raising her head to stare down between her roundly
upthrust breasts and see him, mouth open, tongue out, poised
between her widespread legs. "Oh ... oh no, please ... I beg you
... don't do that to me ..."
Wedged strategically between her soft white thighs, their
warm inner flesh pressing against him, Moses gazed greedily at the
tight pink cuntal slit fringed enticingly with its flaxen hair,
eyeing the two tiny glistening pearls of moisture that dampened
the little tongue-like pink petals peeking out at him from the
thin, vertical mouth; and as she lay seemingly rooted to the floor
beneath her, eyes pleading, humiliation nearly complete, she
watched petrified as with deliberately slow and decisive movements
he placed his thumbs delicately on the sensitive, fleshy lips of
her cunt, spreading the soft pubic curls and the pussy folds
parted almost gluttonously, flowering open the moist, coral flesh
to his desire filled sight.
In utter degradation, Ann felt the hot wisps of his rapid
breathing taunt her sensitive vaginal flesh and she moaned in
shame, her head still upright, her eyes almost refusing to
acknowledge the lewd scene they were beholding. Then, abruptly,
her own breath nearly choked her as she watched his face lower
into the trembling "vee" of her naked vaginal slit ... and felt
the full length of his long, hot tongue slip wetly up into her
shocked and quivering pussy.
Her lovely, soft, naked body recoiled through reflex, jerking
convulsively, a loud whimper bursting from her lungs while her
buttocks ground vainly downwards in her useless effort to evade
the obscene outrage he was committing upon her defenselessly
trapped genitals. Her stomach lurched and churned in spasmodic
confusion and she moaned loathingly while his tongue slithered in
and out of her hopelessly exposed cunt in warped animal-like
frenzy.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... ooooohhhh ... stop ... don't ... please
... oooooohhhhhh!" She groaned incessantly in her debasing
degradation, her head beginning to flail from side to side as she
held it raised in humiliated, shameful horror, gaping in disbelief
at his obscene licking down between her widespread thighs. It
wasn't happening! It couldn't be! A horrible and lewd nightmare
... that was all! She tried to reason it away, but his tongue
reassured her as it raced in a liquid torrent up into her
unwanting ... yet, rapidly dilating cunt.
"Oooohhhh ... God ... God ... stop! My God ... you can't do
this to me! Please ... please ... stop it!" she hissed between
tightly clenched teeth in her horror, while at the same time tiny,
unwanted spasms of lewd delight were coming alive within her whole
being from his demented and depraved tonguing of her moistly
palpitating cuntal slit.
His lips probed and explored until he found the erectly
pulsating button of her clitoris. He heard her gasping moan of
agonized pleasure as he sucked the tiny, throbbing pleasure bud
between his teeth, and clutching it tightly, raved his tongue over
and around it in a series of rapidly increasing circles, until
eventually he opened his lust-hungry mouth wider and sent his
tongue downward, back through the velvet moistened slit to the
hot, throbbing opening of her vaginal channel.
Ann realized that she could hardly control herself any
longer, that the erotic sensations had reached beyond her physical
or mental powers of counteraction. She had become overwhelmingly
enraptured with his lust filled tonguing of her cunt ... Her own
brain had become a turmoil, and her feeble power to fight had so
diminished that it was hardly even a memory. She suddenly found
herself flailing her head wantonly from side to side as he orally
tucked her, lashing and plunging his long hot tongue up into her
receptive and now hotly clasping vagina, while she listened as if
from another world to her own mewling and whimpering sounds, and
he continued to swirl and thrust his tongue into the warm velvety
confines of her moist, passion charged cunt.
Abruptly, then, Moses was raising her legs high, slipping his
arms beneath them until they were wedged underneath her thighs,
pressing them relentlessly up until they draped over his broad
shoulders, then he maneuvered his hand and wrist skillfully
beneath the quivering white mounds of her buttocks, pulling them
up to his mouth captive authority.
Ann's whimpers of ungovernable, if involuntary, pleasure
filled the room as he burrowed his hot tongue deeper and deeper
into the simmering wet depths up between her thighs. She tossed
about jerkily beneath him and he watched her hands fight a losing
battle with one another ... until suddenly they were clenching at
his hair in desperation, lewdly struggling to pull him further and
further into her loins.
Her whimpers became moans, then outright cries of rapture as
he continued to plunge his tongue deep into the searing, depths of
her delighted cunt.
What little control she had managed to exercise had
disappeared. Now her buttocks were jerking and convulsing of
their own accord beneath his lewdly thrusting tongue that was
shooting erotic jolts of never before known sensation through her
unfulfilled body. She felt his tongue flick from her vagina
downward toward the secret, tiny, puckered little hole of her
anus! She wanted to scream ... but instead, she moaned in erotic
bliss at the sudden, wet, seething contact of his pleasure giving
tongue with the forbidden, sensitive opening. She closed her eyes
and licked at her lips in sensual enchantment.
"Oh ... ooohhhhh ... ooooochhhhhh," she chanted ecstatically.
"Y-you ... you filthy ... filthy ... ooohhhhh ... no ..." she
moaned, even as she rolled her hips and tried in helpless abandon
to screw her tormented cunt back up onto his stiff probing tongue.
"Oh ... ooohhhh ... my God!" she coughed, dropping her head
back and letting it flail from side to side, her helplessness and
debasement still actively strong within her, even as her buttocks
jerked and writhed at the delicious sensation racing wildly
through her whole body. "Oooohhh ..." she gasped further, again
raising her head to gape down at his evilly distorted face licking
so hotly between her upraised thighs.
"Please ... oh please stop ... Don't ... don't ..." she
begged, the horrifying realization dawning upon her that the words
tumbling from her lips were false ... for she did not want him to
stop!
And he licked on at her openly spread loins while her soft
white body trembled and spasmed uncontrollably beneath the
overpowering assault at the raw nerve ends of her pulsating cunt;
her clenched teeth, fists and determination could no longer do
anything to hold back the wanton throes of sensual bliss that had
seized complete domination over her. There was no fight left in
her ... he was bringing her intense rapture, the likes of which
she had never before dreamed! Her voluptuously sensitive body had
secretly cried out too long for fulfillment!
"Oooooh ... OOOHHHHH, dear God! Y-Yes ... yes ...! Do it
... do it! Lick my cunt! Suck it ... please ... do things to me
... oooohhh!" she moaned lewdly, her shamelessly aroused flesh
quivering and twitching beneath his long, hot tongue. She raised
her hips to him, her wet, squirming loins submitting in complete
servitude. Her hands clutched at his hair as she cried out from
the very depths of her soul, all else but the bliss of the moment
finally obliterated from her mind as she tried to pull his face in
tighter to the throbbing, widespread hole between her legs while
the near insane delight of lust-filled enchantment captured
complete charge over her.
Moses raised his head quickly from her burning loins, and
hissed at her sadistically, "Are you begging me, Venus, are you
begging me now?"
"Yes ... Please ... suck me ... make me cum ... I'm almost
theeeerrrreeee ..."
Moses laughed cruelly, and threw his mouth once more around
her pulsating cuntal lips, his own cock now so painfully hard he
felt like he would burst at any moment and spew his white hot load
all over the oak floor. Goddamn, he thought to himself wildly,
I'm going to make this little batch cum just by sucking her and
then I'm going to ram my cock in her mouth until she chokes!!!!
If only there was time! He already felt his sperm bloated balls
beginning to rumble with the aching of his own imminent release.
Suddenly he felt Ann thrust her fiery loins hard up against
his lewdly working face, as she arched her back high off the floor
in unbearable ecstasy.
"OOOoooohhhh ... Gooooddddd ... It's heeeeeere ... I'm
cumming ... God in heaven ... I'm cuuummmmiiinnnggg ...
Aaaaaggghhhhhhh ..."
Ann's thrashing legs wrapped themselves tightly around Moses'
passionately bobbing head as a mind-shattering burst of sensation
swept over her passionately tensed body like a crashing tidal
wave, sweeping her consciousness before it with the unbelievable
force of its coming. Her hands wound in his long hair and pulled
his mouth up rightly against her wildly thrashing cunt, almost
drowning him in the sudden flow of female moisture that gushed
from her vaginal cavity out around his lips and chin.
Quickly he raised himself from between her legs, and swung
his throbbing, aching, cock over her tossing head, thrusting it in
one motion down into her contorted face.
"Take it, Venus, take it in your mouth and suck!!!! Suck
hard!!!!"
Her mind completely gone with the force of her passion, Ann
could only focus her eyes on the beautiful shaft of flesh peering
down at her from the darkness of Moses' pubic hair. Hungrily,
without thinking, she grasped the massive pillar and brought with
a rush into her awaiting mouth and sucked it wildly in time with
the jerking convulsions of her own going on climax. She felt
Moses thrusting himself brutally down onto her face, once, twice,
five times, and then before she realized what was happening, her
mouth was filled with his hot, burning cum, choking her, forcing
her to swallow wildly in an attempt to keep up with his insanely
spewing cock.
Above her, Moses rolled his eyes triumphantly toward the
ceiling, his hands wrapped in Ann's hair, his mind a total blank
except for the unbelievable sensation of emptying his whole body
into the wetly sucking mouth of the defenseless young woman
skewered so obscenely beneath his plunging cock. He felt wave
after wave of boiling cum flow out of him, convulsing his aching
loins mercilessly, making his whole body shudder as though his
sperm were being squeezed out of his bloated balls by some
overpowering suction device. And then, after jerking his rapidly
deflating penis a few more times into Ann's now passive mouth, he
rolled off her onto his back, and closed his eyes, sighing with
pleasure.
As soon as he was off her, Ann rolled away from him and
jumped to her feet in panic, grabbed her dress and threw it on her
trembling body. Her own fantastic climax was already forgotten as
she realized what Moses had done to her. The ultimate
degradation! Oh God, she had had his ... thing ... in her own
mouth, and even sucked it, and now her stomach was full of the
lewd loot sperm he had loosed into the back of her throat! Ann's
brain reeled in total shame and revulsion. There was nothing
worse than that! Nothing!!! Except for the lingering taste of
his seed on her tongue, she might have thought it was just a
terrible nightmare. But it wasn't a nightmare---it was true! And
it had happened to her!!! She felt shamefully used and debased
beyond belief, whorish to the very depths of her soul, and knew
that she could never again feel so completely debauched as she did
at that moment.
She stared down in horror at the man lying on the floor below
her, his face smiling up at her as though they were two lovers
having just given themselves to one another. But Ann knew that
what she had just done, what Moses had just done to her, was as
far from love as night is from day. And yet she didn't hate him
... she couldn't hate him, because he was so obviously a sick,
sick man. And so, as she stood there, her eyes wide with
revulsion at what she had done, all her hate was turned in on her
own soul with relentless force.
She had turned and stumbled toward the door. She didn't even
hear Moses calling to her as she threw open the door and ran
outside, tripping on the step and falling headlong onto the
ground. She picked herself up hysterically, and forced her
unwilling legs to carry her away, desperately, hopelessly seeking
a haven where she could rest her tired body and forget the shame
that coursed through her whole being.
As she ran up the path away from Moses cabin, there was only
one thought in her churning mind. Lani, you've got to help me ...
please God ... I'm sick ... I'm sick ... help me ...
Chapter 6
Lani Walker made her way slowly along the steep grade of the
path leading from the Chapel down the hill to the Village. Her
face was dirty, caked with dust that had mingled with her tears
and left dry little rivers running down her soft cheeks. Her
beautifully white body was scratched and bruised from the lashings
of tree branches and undergrowth that had torn at her completely
naked body as she had run hysterically from Moses' cabin after
being completely humiliated at the hands of Moses and her own
boyfriend, Bob Seikerd. She had run blindly, unconsciously, for
more than 15 minutes that afternoon, tripping over hidden roots,
falling, picking herself up only to fall once more, or to run
headlong into a low hanging branch. Finally she had stopped,
trembling like an animal at bay, gazing fearfully around as though
she expected the trees themselves to come alive and advance on her
sinisterly from all sides.
Then she had made her agonizing way up the hill to the
Chapel, to the one place in this awful commune where she might
find peace, might be able to think, and to reason out what had
happened to her. She had been there for almost four hours, and
was making her way back to her cabin now only because the cool
night air had begun to chill her naked flesh, making her shiver
and arousing her from the completely apathetic state she had
fallen into.
Bob Seikerd, the boy she'd thought she loved, the boy she'd
followed to this commune in order to find love and security of a
kind her transient mother could never provide, had betrayed her so
totally that Lani felt as though the ground had been torn from
under her feet! He had permitted, even encouraged, Moses to shove
his long cock up into her while she was bringing Bob to a climax
with her own mouth! The sight of the three of them writhing on
Moses' mattress impressed itself indelibly on Lani's tortured
mind, as though she'd been simply a spectator in the cabin,
watching three other people engage in the same disgusting
perversion she herself had been a party to. She tried to rid
herself of the terrible image, but it remained as fixed in her
thoughts as a fully developed obscene photograph, which she didn't
want to look at, but was forced to.
And the way Bob had talked---how he'd promised to fuck her
again as soon as his cock was hard, right in front of the leering
eyes of his friend, Moses! Lani felt doubly betrayed, because
Moses, whom she supposed to be such a sensitive, kind man, had so
inexplicably metamorphosed into a lusting, animalistic monster,
taking her mercilessly as though she were nothing more than a
piece of meat hung up for sale in someone's filthy, fly-ridden
butcher shop. The whole experience had shattered Lani's ego and
self-respect almost totally, making her doubt all things because
her deep felt love for Bob Seikerd had proven to be such a
disastrous delusion.
And so she walked slowly down the hill, her lovely blonde
hair snarled and tangled with bits of grass and leaves, her eyes
dry now and reddened, her bruised body bowed and slumped over
pitifully as she walked. She skirted the clearing of the Village
by a hundred yards, not wanting to meet anyone else from the
commune with their questions and their peering eyes. Her thoughts
now, as she walked, were centered strangely enough on only one
thing, and that was her mother ... her mother as she had been so
long ago when Lani would come home from school bleeding from a
schoolyard fight ... her mother when Lani had rushed into the
house from her first date in tears because the boy had brought her
home an hour early ... her mother as she had always held and
comforted her daughter in the warm, loving embrace of her soothing
arms.
Lani realized now that she'd been completely wrong about what
had happened this afternoon. It was obvious to her that Bob had
instigated the whole sordid affair, and that her mother had been
completely blameless. Lani chastised herself mercilessly for the
words she had flung at her mother so hysterically that afternoon
by the Pool, and knew that those words must have hurt Ann
terribly, especially because she had been innocent and the
violence of Lani's attack was undeserved.
Lani finally made her way down through the trees surrounding
her own cabin, and saw a dim light shining through the closed
window. With a shiver of excitement and longing, she realized
that it must be her mother, waiting for her, still believing her
daughter had meant all those things she'd said to her. Lani's
overpowering love for her mother coursed through her almost
violently as she suddenly knew that her love for her mother was
the only thing remaining to her amid the shattered ruins of her
world, and that no matter what happened, she must cling to that
love as the only stable thing in her disordered life!
With a cry, she rushed up to the cabin, and flung open the
door, and then stopped with a start, inside. Her mother lay
sobbing on Lani's cot, completely naked, her dress thrown in a
corner of the room, her eyes red and swollen as she turned quickly
to see her daughter standing in the doorway.
"Oh God, Lani, what ... what happened to you?"
Lani was suddenly aware of the impression she must be making,
her own naked body standing motionless in the doorway, scratched
and bruised from her wild flight? and rushed to her mother with a
cry of shame.
"Oh Mother, I'm wicked! You were right ... Bob is a monster,
horrible ... I don't know how I never saw it ... Can you ever
forgive me for what I said to you?"
Ann opened her arms to her daughter, and Lani melted into
them like she had so many times before.
"Lani. I ... I don't understand ... what happened?"
"I can't ... I can't talk about it ..."
"You must, dear, you must," Ann said soothingly. "You have
to get it out of you."
Lani raised her head to her mother's and saw the concern and
love there, and gained the courage to tell her mother what had
happened. She described her horrible session with Bob and Moses,
from the time she left her mother by the Pool until she ran off
into the woods. As she did, Ann hugged her daughter tenderly to
her breast, her heart going out to her in compassion as she
realized that they'd both been the innocent victims of the same,
sinister man.
Her hands caressed her child's soft back and shoulders as
Lani moaned out her story, and Ann hugged her instinctively,
smelling the young, sweet hair and feeling her daughter's firm,
round breasts against her own swelling mounds, nipples against
nipples. Her own eyes brimmed with sympathetic responsiveness,
and she was at a loss to know what exactly to say.
"I'm not fit to live," Lani concluded, tears in her eyes.
"Yes, you are, darling," her mother cooed. "You're the best
girl a mother could ever want and ... nothing you've done could
make you unfit ... nothing."
"You ... you really mean that, Mother?" Lani whimpered.
"Lani, I love you more than anything in the world, and when I
thought I'd lost you today, I wanted to kill myself. You're my
light, my life ..."
"But I've been so bad, so sinful!"
"I've ... I've had to think a lot about sins, dear," Ann said
ruefully, tenderly kissing the tear stained cheek nearest her,
still running her hands over Lani's soft warm back. "I've had to
somehow come to terms with myself, too, you know. I'm ... I'm
like you said, unworthy of being called a mother. I let you down
so badly ..."
And with the tears beginning to well up in her own eyes, Ann
forced herself to tell Lani the terrible tale of her experience
with Moses that evening, leaving out nothing, desperate to cleanse
herself, to confess to her daughter as Lani had done to her. And
when she finished, both mother and daughter were crying, locked in
each other's arms as though they were trying to find in each other
the answer to their own doubts and fears. They lay on the cot for
a long while, silent and rocking together in mutual love,
rebuilding the faith and trust they had had for one another over
the years. The minds of both were whirling with private thoughts
of guilt and remorse, which only served to cement their common
bond further. Finally Lani was able to stop crying, and she
blinked and drew away from her mother just enough to wipe her
swollen, red rimmed eyes with the back of her hand.
"M-mother, can I talk to you?" she asked in a soft whisper.
"Of course, Lani!"
"I mean really talk, mother. I ... I don't think that I've
been mature enough before for us to do that, but after what's
happened to both of us, maybe we can be closer than just mother
and daughter."
Ann stared at her lovely daughter, into the other's pain-
flecked eyes, and decided the time had come for her to drop all
the barriers, be honest and frank. She had no moral righteousness
to preach anyway, not after this evening, and she vowed to open
herself up to her daughter completely. In a strange way, all the
hurt and fear she had gone through were beginning to turn out for
the better, she thought, and as she looked at her daughter, she
seemed to feel calmer and more loving than ever before. Unified.
In perfect communication now, she and Lani would find a way
together without false barriers or hidden questions.
"Darling child," she said contritely, "after what you walked
out on this afternoon, with me fucking ..." she swallowed at the
word, but managed to say it ..."fucking with your boyfriend ..."
"He's not my boyfriend," Lani spat vindictively.
"Bob, then. Well, I don't feel in any position to give
advice. I am just overwhelmed with your willingness to consider
me an equal, a friend." She gazed at her daughter's angelic face,
so similar to her own.
"No, Mother, no, I must have your advice. I ... I'm so
confused and miserable. And you've had so many other men ..."
"Oh no, Lani, you're mistaken! I haven't at all! In fact,"
Ann blushed slightly, at the intimacy of her revelation, "I
haven't ever even slept with a man except ... except your father
... until today."
Lani's eyes grew wide with amazement.
"Mother, you're kidding! Really?"
Ann smiled ruefully.
"Yes, it's the truth. Oh, I had some friends, some men after
Tom and I were divorced, but ... but I never let it go very far."
"But why?" Lani asked in disbelief. "That's been more than
fifteen years! I didn't think it was possible! How could you go
so long without being loved?"
Ann drew her daughter to her, almost sadly.
"I was loved, dear ... I was loved by you." She lowered her
eyes to Lani's naked body. "And I guess ... I've never admitted
it ... but I guess I was just scared ... scared of giving myself
after ... after your father."
"That must have been a pretty bad scene," Lani said
compassionately, becoming aware for the first time of the
tremendous burden her mother had carried for so long.
"It was ... " Ann admitted. "It was more than bad. It was
hell. Sometimes I almost went mad, crazy. I can see it now, and
it was silly. It's all been a terribly neurotic, sinful waste.
When I think of all those years ..."
It was Lani's turn to comfort her mother, and she did so,
taking Ann's trembling hand and pressing it to her smooth rounded
breasts impulsively. "You mustn't think of that, Mother, you
mustn't!"
"I can't help it though! Today, Bob, Moses, it's all come
back to haunt me. I ... I've been without sex so long ... I mean
real sex ... I just couldn't control myself today. I didn't want
... I tried to stop it, but then everything was too strong. The
thought of having a man ... of being filled up inside again after
all those years ..."
Lani looked gently at her trembling mother, loving her more
at this moment than ever before, feeling infinitely close to her
simply because that artificial barrier between parent and child
had in one tumultuous day been swept forever from between them.
She felt she knew her mother better that day than she ever had
before, but she knew that there was much, much more to learn.
"Mother, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, dear," Ann said, drying her eyes, "anything."
"I don't really know how to put this, but ... well, I
couldn't imagine going so long without love ... I mean, well, sex,
you know?" Lani was encouraged by Ann's nod of the head, and went
on. "Well, if you never had any men, in all that time ... I mean
... how did you ... You must have gotten very frustrated."
Ann smiled almost wearily, hoping her daughter would never
experience just how frustrated she'd gotten. She answered her
daughter with a simple nod of the head.
"Well," Lani went on, "what did you do? I mean how did you
handle it?" Lani watched as her mother's eyes turned away from
her, and stared intently at some undefined point on the wall
opposite them. She knew her mother was embarrassed by her
question, but Lani had to know. It would bridge that last gap,
and make her mother more human to her than anything else could.
"I'll tell you something, Mom," she said quietly, taking the
first plunge, "when I used to come home from dates, and I'd been
well, petting or necking or something, you know ..." Lani looked
at her mother and saw she was listening, "... sometimes I'd go up
to my bedroom and I'd be so ... so frustrated, like you must have
been, that I ... I would play with myself. And it would help, and
most of the time I'd cum, too, and it would relax me. And I
somehow always felt bad about it, but ... but I think now that ...
that maybe you did that too, huh?"
There was a pause, and then Ann heard herself whispering, "I
did ... I've done it before when I've gotten so hot I had to have
relief."
"Did ... did you ever use a handle of a hairbrush or
something like that?"
"Oh, never ... only my fingers." Dizzy with her confessions,
Ann first stared at her hands as if seeing them for the first
time, then down at her softly hair covered vagina which had felt
their touch so often.
Lani gazed with an electrifying intensity at the same soft
pubic mound where her mother was looking ... and her breath caught
in her lungs. She was unable to take her eyes off her mother's
displayed sexuality, where she'd seen Bob's cock slide in and out,
from which had spurted his overflowing sperm, and which now in her
imaginings she dreamed of fingers whipping back and forth, over
and over ...
She stared enamored for some unknown, unthinking reason, and
though she had seen other nipples and breasts and vaginas of other
girls, she'd never reacted this way before. It was because her
mother was her own flesh and blood, and she was instinctively
attracted to the womb which had produced her; there, so close that
she could touch it, softly protected by the curve of one firm,
soft thigh and the slightly puffy cuntal lips. Her own genitals
began to tingle in response to her words and thoughts ...
"I used to use that yellow hairbrush you gave me for
Christmas when I was ten," Lani murmured in a fevered hush.
"Then, when I was older, one of my friends showed me a vibrator, a
round, candle-shaped one made of plastic and that ran on
batteries. They're cheap, and when I used it, it reminded me of a
man's cock ..."
Ann swallowed hard, agitated by her daughter's immodest talk-
--of her own perverted admissions. She had always been so ashamed
of having used her fingers to curtail the hunger of her unrequited
sex drive, and the thought had never occurred to her to use
anything else as a stimulus. Her stomach was a thousand
butterflies, her breath seemed to grow harder to draw into her
lungs, and she realized with a wrenching guilt feeling that as
Lani talked about what she did with that vibrator, her hips were
beginning to quiver and her breasts were actually throbbing in
response to her own daughter's immoral practices.
"... I bought one at the drug store," Lani droned on
mesmerically, lost in her memories and staring openly at her
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MothDaug 7/8 "A Mother-Daughter Twosome"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 04:49:44 -0800
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mother's now trembling vagina. "I'd sit on my bed in my room and
read a text for homework, and when the urge would hit me, I'd turn
on the little vibrator and run it up and down the crotchband of my
panties. I'd let it play there, buzzing and tickling like crazy
until I couldn't stand it any longer, and then I'd push my panties
aside with the tip of it and spread my legs on the bed and slide
it up and down my open pussy. When I felt my orgasm nearly there,
I'd throw the book aside and jam the round, smooth tip of the
vibrator up inside my cunt as far as it would go ... and I'd
squeeze it and squeeze it and squeeze it ..."
"Land, don't ..." Ann moaned, a deep wetness pervading her
responding cunt, and little droplets of unwanted desire began to
form on the golden pubic hair covering her slowly swelling vaginal
lips. She groaned and inwardly fought off her sexual chemistry,
clenching her inner thighs together. "Don't go on like that.
You're only disturbing yourself."
The girl swung her gaze to her mother's face. "Are we bad
for doing that? Tell me, mother ... are we wicked to masturbate?"
Ann had always considered herself so, but under the necessity
to answer her daughter, she realized that the only thing wicked
about masturbation was the guilt she had for so long attached to
the act. "No, no Lani. We're women, with women's drives and
needs. We're only human."
Lani was sitting on the cot, now, and Ann focused her loving
eyes on the curves of her daughter's lithe young body, its tiny,
firm nipples and pear-shaped breasts, and the way her inner thighs
were pressed around her vagina. Wisps of yellow pubic hair, still
soaked with dried male sperm, peeked from between her closed inner
thighs, and as Ann looked at her daughter adoringly, she began to
regard Lani not as a child any longer. She was a woman, having
had men and received pleasure, and there was no use denying the
fact that they both had committed the same immoral transgressions
of the flesh. Their transgressions seemed to tie them together
more closely, closer than just friends, for there were still the
filial ties, and things were a little less terrifying for the two
of them as together they smiled tentatively at each other.
Lani looked down and spread her legs. She looked past her
tiny hardening nipples and white breasts to her pubic mound, with
its thin, pink slit and curly blonde hair. She placed a tentative
finger at her cuntal valley, opening the coral smooth flesh to
view.
"You're not revolted by me then?" she asked softly. "You're
not just saying this to make me feel better, and all the while
you're nauseated by the sight of me? You still love me ... after
all this?"
"More, darling," Ann said fervently. "More than ever." She
sat up and then got an idea, and quickly she padded across to a
table in the corner of the cabin, and took a damp wash cloth from
the side of a bowl of water Lani used to wash herself in the
mornings. "Here," she said, coming back and lying on the cot.
"Just to show you what I feel, I'll wash you off, just as if you
were a baby again, needing changing."
"I'd like that, Mother," Lani said, and obediently stretched
out on the coverlet. She looked down her body at her mother, and
then up along her mother's firm, lithe body which lay stretched
out on the cot alongside her, at the rounded beauty of her breasts
and buttocks, and the way that her close, hair-covered cunt was
tantalizing the smoldering fire in her belly. She stared at her
mother's vagina, trembling, unable to stop the lewd thoughts in
her head as she saw the hair-fringed, soft pink lips glint and the
hint of her clitoris peek from its folds. God, my mother has a
beautiful cunt ... I wonder if she thinks I've got a beautiful one
too ...
Ann smiled at her teenager's face and then looked down past
the slender column of Lani's throat, across her smooth, tanned
shoulders, down her sides and breasts, down to where her hips
swelled from the slimness of her youthful waist. Ann drank in the
loveliness of her creation, admired her child's naked belly and
legs, and then turned her attention to Lani's velvet-smooth
thighs, which for some reason were now slightly trembling under
their dried coating of Moses' hours old sperm.
"Open your thighs a little more, darling," Ann said, and
found that her chest was suddenly constricted and her throat
tight. An inexplicable sensation tickled Ann's stomach, as if she
was anticipatorily excited by her daughter's cunt. She couldn't
understand it, any more than she had been able to explain any of
the other happenings of the last few hours, and could only try to
clear her head of the unwanted stimulations. With a soft moaning
hiss, Lani rolled her legs aside, and Ann gasped at the enticing
sight of her tender, pink vaginal slit with its fleshy lips a
reddish color as if swelling with desire, and her blonde pubic
hair matted with the dried juices of her most recent fucking.
Ann took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and
quiveringly, she raised the washcloth up to her daughter's wet,
soft vaginal slit and stroked it back and forth.
"Ohhhh," Lani moaned, and spasmed suddenly from the delicious
contact. Although she tried to stop herself from reacting openly
to her mother's touches, telling herself that it was wrong, her
cunt tingled with every cleansing stroke of the warm, rough-edged
cloth.
Ann continued to brush her daughter's pubic hair and cunt
tenderly with the damp cloth, drying the blonde curls, fluffing
them, moving down one soft inner thigh and up the other. Intense
stabs of desire radiated through Ann, and in half-revulsion, half-
captivation, she took the cloth back to the moon-shaped buttocks
and the barely mature long pink valley of her young daughter's
cunt, and unable to resist, she began once more to stroke Lani's
pubic hair and vaginal lips.
The girl shuddered and gasped for air, her pulsating legs
spread still wider for her mother to touch, one leg bent in the
air as Lani turned and arched her loins forward, as if she was
enjoying the lewd contact. Ann could see the hairless, puckered
mouth of her anal opening now, and shuddered reflexively.
Something perverted, something more wrong and more degenerate than
the acts she'd allowed to be done to her body before was beginning
to take form in her belly ... She was becoming excited by her own
daughter! She was actually attracted to the dainty pink flesh and
nestling clitoris which had suddenly begun to become erect in the
sweetly trembling folds!
Lani had always considered oral love between women as
incredibly abhorrent, and had turned it down the few times she had
been propositioned. But now, as inexorably passionate fingers
touched her inflamed pubic lips and hair, and parted the soft,
moist crevice to gently stroke the open slit up between her legs,
the young teenager undulated her hips slightly and felt her pussy
secrete more juices of desire. She gazed sideways wide eyed at
her mother's vagina beside her, at her enticing pink flesh and the
honeydewed, sparkling droplets which Ann was unaware of having
formed uncontrollably on her own soft skin. Lani breathed in the
musky, female scent, quivered as she fought for control, and then
unable to, reached out with one tentative, trembling finger and
brushed it over the lower belly and inner thighs, circling the
coral edges of her own mother's cunt. Her skin was so soft, so
warm and satiny ... so good to touch ...
"Lani!" her mother gasped with a groan. "What ... what are
you doing?" She jerked, her body convulsing from the lancing
touch. It was undeniably pleasurable, and an electric shock
rippled through her from her child's softer, lighter feel ... She
looked with agony at the sensitive pink flesh before her own
burning eyes, at the golden triangle of her child's pubic curls
and taut ruby lips and the way that even more of the delectable
young cunt was flowering open as Lani widened her legs still more.
The mother trembled and moaned from the salacious and unwelcome
passions convulsing her belly and loins, for her daughter was
still moving her fingers around her pussy, stroking like feathers,
and Ann was unable to stop from arching her buttocks and letting
one leg slowly rise and bend n response.
She fought it with all her might. "Stop, Lani ... stop
before it's too late ... Ohh, Lani, Lani ... enough, enough, no
more!" she begged weakly, wretchedly aware that she couldn't stop
the mounting sensuality which had overtaken them. But her pleas
died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh and her body pulsed as
her mind cried out in fevered rejection.
Lani was beside herself now, and she extended her middle
finger and ran it along the partially open slit of her mother's
heated pussy, up and down, entranced by the way it slowly parted
and made a slight sucking motion for more. She located the hard
nub of her clitoris and tweaked it, rubbing it around and sliding
her other fingers in the moistly throbbing mouth of her cunt, her
mind a revolving whirlwind of dreams and passions, as if she was
fingering herself.
Ann rolled her head from side to side, and in a futile
gesture of anguish, mewled: "Oh God, Lani, you've got to stop!
This is wrong!"
"Is it, Mother? Why? We love each other, don't we?"
"Yes, but ..."
"If we love each other, and we want each other, then that's
when we should enjoy sex ... It must be that way ..."
"No, but we're ..." She shuddered, choking, for Lani had
slid her middle finger up inside her throbbing cunt and was
teasingly massaging it around and around.
"Love me, Mother," Lani breathed urgently. "Take me in your
arms and love me, for I'd rather be loved by you than by all the
men who have loved me before ..."
A tortured gasp erupted from the mother's throat, and unable
to control herself any longer, she dipped her head forward and her
hot breath blew searing flame into the open, pink well of her
daughter's vagina, and her tongue snaked out and made tingling
contact with the girl's desire moistened cunt, and she heard her
daughter gasp and shiver and cry for more ... more!
Ann kept telling herself that this was the most horrid of all
perversions, and shame made her tighten her vagina against the
invading fingers of Lani's wildly churning hand, but that only
caused further lascivious delights to ravage her loins. Unable to
control her inner desires---for Ann wanted to love her daughter,
and sex was a part of loving---she lashed out with her moist
tongue and licked and kissed Lani everywhere---and Lani in turn
parted her thighs and drew her one leg higher and outward so that
her mother could have greater access to the seething secret flesh
up between her thighs.
Her fingers still madly worming around, the young daughter
let all thoughts of right and wrong, immorality or depravity sweep
away as she clutched the excitedly quivering buttocks of her young
mother with almost inhuman strength with her hand and tangled her
lips and mouth in the curls of her pubic hair. She licked hot
molten paths all the way along the cuntal lips, right down to her
mother's tiny puckered anus, then back up again, to where she
nipped the quivering clitoris with her sharp, white teeth, smelled
the beautiful bouquet of female aroma coming from her mother's
heated loins, her own pussy aching with twin devils of mouthings
and the excitement of her oft-repressed, secretly desired
longings.
"Ohhhhh," Ann moaned in a muffled voice. "Ohhhhhh." Ripples
of vain resistance at what they were doing coursed through her,
but all was overridden by the deep inundation of sensuality and
passion. I can't do it to Lani ... not my own daughter ... Her
head oscillated slavishly as she abandoned herself to lesbianism,
to incestual lesbianism. Her body heaved and pumped against her
teenage daughter's mouth, her thighs widening as she drew Lani's
wetly glistening cunt closer into her face. Her mind swirled in
the ambivalence of wanting and yet not wanting this lewd,
incestuous carnality to stop.
What's possessed me ... possessed us both? Her confused,
sex-starved mind queried. I'm on fire ... ohhh, this is wrong ...
oohhhh ... but good ... The forces exerted on her flesh and her
mind were too overwhelming to allow her to answer her own
questions. After all the pain and suffering she had gone through,
starting with the insidious buildup of years of frustrated
neglect, and culminating in the shame and despair of that day.
Her brain was more than willing to simply give up and allow
passion and delight and total abandonment to her private desires
dominate her actions.
Ann's head moved her mouth along her daughter's smooth,
passion moist slit, orally fucking Lani harder and faster, sliding
her hot, wet tongue far along the child's throbbing, hair fringed
cunt and reveling in the unintelligible whimperings Lani made as
she in turn swirled and flicked her lips and tongue around her
mother's velvet soft folds of pulsatingly moist pussy flesh. She
brought her hands around Lani's hips, pushing her thighs up until
the youngster's saliva-drenched vagina was pressed tight and
draped around her wetly slavering cheeks, and Ann spread her legs
wide so that her daughter could cup her soft, white buttocks and
thrust her young pink mouth deep, deep into the searing liquid
depths of her open loins ...
Neither of the two women undulating on the bed heard the
soft, surreptitious entrance of the two shadowed figures who
slipped quietly into the dim room. The two stood transfixed in
utter, obscene awe at the lascivious sight before them.
Moses sucked in his breath. "Jeezus! You said that they'd
both be here when you saw the lights, Bob, but I never ..."
"Shut up," hissed the fevered Bob Seikerd. He was astounded
at seeing his girlfriend caught in the sexual fury of lesbianism.
He stared incredulously, for not even in his most debauched
imaginations had he ever dreamed up such a combination, and here
it was, spread like a picnic before him! The sight of mother and
daughter simultaneously absorbed in their writhing, undulatingly
sucking of each other's cunts, at the golden pussy-hair and pink
vaginal flesh and the way they both greedily clung with lips and
mouths, licking and sliding their tongues wetly from their
respectively hardened clitorises to the tender pink buds of their
anuses, blew his mind.
The two men watched the obscenely slaving women buck and
spasm their way to orgasm, heard the mewls and muffled moans of
enrapturement, and then the sight of the lesbianic, incestual orgy
brought their own boiling passions to a crest. They stood
unnoticed in a dim corner of the cabin, their mouths open and
almost drooling from the salacious sight before them. Bob had
figured both Lani and Ann would get together back here in Lani's
cabin, and he'd had no trouble convincing Moses to come with him
to the cabin and attempt to trick or coerce either the mother or
the daughter or preferably both into games of sex. But neither
had been prepared for the lewd display of uncontrolled sexual lust
that was being performed right in front of them. Quickly, Bob
moved to a small pile of blankets lying in the corner of the
cabin, and unobtrusively. spread two of them onto the floor.
Amazingly, neither of the writhing, passion crazed women on the
cot heard or noticed him, so preoccupied were they with the
forbidden pleasures of each other's wetly seeping cunts.
Then, with an easy motion, Bob peeled off his shirt, and
dropped his pants from his muscular frame, motioned Moses to do
the same. With a grin, and hardly needing to be urged, Moses
complied, until the two excited men stood side by side, their
hotly aroused cocks jutting lewdly out in front of them, ready for
action.
Moses began to stroke his massive penis lightly, pulling the
shaft skin back and forth and letting the fiery cum build in his
testicles, while he watched the two nakedly churning women on the
bed.
"Ohhhhh, I want the mother," he moaned, rocking on his heels.
"Ohhhhh, I want those hot wild lips of hers on my cock again!"
Bob Seikerd flashed him a look, his eyes twin beacons of
lust. He chuckled lewdly. "Take the mother, then. Me, I'm going
to take Lani and I'm going to take her a way she's never let me
fuck her before! But she's got no choice this time! I'm going to
fuck her in the ass!"
The two men couldn't wait any longer, and began to advance
cautiously towards the straining, undulating female bodies on the
cot in front of them.
Chapter 7
Ann writhed and moaned on the cot from the delectable
firebrand lickings of her moistly hot furrow, the gentle probings
of her daughter's tongue and fingers in her sensitive vagina and
anus. The feverish passion she had allowed to completely engulf
her she returned doublefold, driving her tongue into the hotly
clasping channel of Lani's cunt.
Lani strained her loins into her mother's mouth with all her
strength. She mewled incoherently and wound her warm smooth
thighs around the tongue which was being thrust so rapaciously
into her. The velvet smooth lining of her vagina clasped
obscenely back at her mother's mouth, squeezing her tongue tightly
until she thought she would go insane. She was insane---with a
madness of total surrender to the lure of the flesh. Her mind
reveled in wickedness and she screwed her buttocks up tight
against her mother's face, and her soft, hair covered skin and
tiny naked anus were sending uninterrupted delights surging
through her body.
Then, suddenly, Ann felt a pair of strong hands close tightly
around her painfully hardened nipples, beginning to massage them
with insistent forcefulness. Her mind thought at first that they
were Lani's hands, but then she realized that they were too big,
too rough. Looking up, she gasped as she found herself staring
into the lust contorted face of the grinning Moses.
"Well, looks like we meet again, little Venus ... how nice."
Ann wrenched herself away from him back on the cot, moaning
in utter mortification that he had seen her and Lani like this,
shamelessly cavorting in lesbian ecstasy. Then she realized with
a start that Moses was not alone, and she recognized the naked
form of Bob Seikerd bent over the suddenly inert body of her
daughter.
"Keep away from her, you beast!" she cried, raising herself
from the cot to strike Bob in the face as he hovered over her
daughter. But, her hand was caught in mid-swing by the powerful
vise-like grip of Moses' huge hand, and he pulled her off the cot
and onto the floor beside him.
"You like to hit people, Ann, and that's not nice," he cooed
with a sickly sweet smile. "We come as lovers ... not fighters."
Ann moaned in pain as he gave her wrist a little twist to
emphasize the irony of his statement, and she gave up trying to
resist.
"Mother ... don't fight it! We don't have to fight it now!
We have each other ... they can't do anything to hurt us anymore!"
Ann looked up to the cot, and saw her daughter's loving face
gazing down at her fearfully, and she realized Lani was right.
What could these two brutes do to them now? They had already been
hurt and shamed completely, they couldn't be hurt anymore. Ann
gazed with infinite love into her daughter's face, at her
voluptuously formed young breasts and milk white thighs, and
realized that no matter what happened to them, they would always
have each other.
"You're right Lani. We mustn't fight. As long as we have
each other, nothing else is important. We will survive this, like
we have survived everything else in this terrible place, and when
its all over, we will still have each other."
Lani looked down on her mother, still grasped by one wrist by
the sadistic Moses, and smiled angelically. The bond had been
made! There were no longer any barriers between them; no longer
any secrets, or questions. They were a unity---and that unity
could survive any debasement these two sex-crazed fiends could
subject them to.
"What's all this about fighting and surviving?" Bob Seikerd
asked mockingly. "You girls seem to have the wrong idea about us.
Why, we're not out to hurt anybody, are we Moses?"
"No sirreee, Bobby boy, we sure aren't." Moses watched as
Bob pulled Lani off the cot, so that they were all four now
nakedly and salaciously displayed on the blankets covering the
floor. "Love, baby, that's what it's all about ... lots of
loving!"
"That's right," Bob laughed. "Ann ... you're going to suck
Moses' cock, and I'm going to fuck little Lani like she's never
been fucked before! I'm going to fuck her in the ass!"
Ann felt sick inside, at the thought of again taking Moses
thick shaft of male flesh into her mouth, and she could almost
taste the lewd residue of the burning cum he had shot between her
lips only a few hours before. But even more she was terrified for
her daughter, of what Bob was going to do to her.
"No, not that ... you can't!"
"Don't worry, Mother ... I can take it ..." Lani said
bravely, secretly feeling a twinge of excitement through her
already aroused loins at the prospect of this novel experience.
And she leaned slowly over to her mother, once again grazing
against her openly displayed cuntal lips as if in affirmation of
that bond between them.
"That's right, Lani, suck your mother off, while I get you
ready for the greatest fuck of your life!" Bob said from behind
her, and maneuvered Lani's body up over her mother's, who Moses
pushed down on her back on the blankets.
Lani knelt over her mother's quivering loins, her own naked
ass cheeks salaciously displayed to Bob Seikerd's lustful gaze.
Then, suddenly, she felt an alien finger probing the tightly
puckered opening which her mother had so beautifully kissed a
moment ago. Her ex-boyfriend's middle finger prodded cruelly,
making her wince and jerk forward a bit as he burrowed into her
defenseless anus. Then suddenly his finger entered and it didn't
hurt her the way she'd anticipated it would, but instead sent a
new, surprising pleasure expelling through her loins. Bob moved
his finger around in the tight but expanding hole, worming it
lewdly in and out, ever widening her tiny rectum. Lani found
herself wiggling her hips back against it, her mouth dipping at
the same time into her mother's cunt in front of her.
Ann had, when pushed down, come to a semi-squatting position,
her legs wide and her thighs spread so that she was sprawled with
her pussy just under her daughter's mouth, and she propped herself
up on her elbows, her head swimming, her loins stretched for all
to see and lust after. She was too dazed, too horrified, too
controlled by the forces of her unspent sex to fight off the
unfolding events. All she could do was moan involuntarily as Bob
parted her teenage daughter's trembling white buttocks and levered
his middle finger into her tight virginal asshole, and then Lani
was lowering her face to her openly palpitating cunt, and her
daughter began to tongue the moist pink slit again, sending out
acute tinglings shooting wildly through her, and her earlier cries
were one long, abandoned moan as Lani lashed with her tongue and
hotly teased her excitedly jumping clitoris. Ann could only
writhe and churn helplessly with the delicious and lewd sucking in
her vagina, for despite the abhorrence her mind and spirit had for
this partnership in group orgy, she couldn't stop herself from
loving the warm kissing of her daughter, and she moved up on the
cot again to a better position, giving Lani greater access to her
openly flowered genitals.
"Mmmmmm!" her daughter moaned, slavering delightedly in the
wetly seating cunt of her mother. She felt Bob remove his finger,
the rubbery skin of her anus clinging softly to it, and then she
quivered with anticipation, drawing her knees wider apart so that
she could present him with the wider stretched mounds of her
buttocks. And then the girl felt her ex-boyfriend move closer and
blow hotly in between her thighs, teasing her with lewd
anticipatory nuzzlings against her tight, hairless anal muscle,
driving her wild ... then he pressed the smooth, rubbery tip of
his cock into the tiny hairless channel, Lani felt his foreskin
being stretched back against his long, thick shaft of flesh as it
slowly wormed its way up into her rectum, past the tiny barrier of
tightly clutching muscle.
"Agggg!" the girl screamed. "It hurts! You're too big! God
Almighty, Bob, you're too big!"
"Push back and shut up, you little bitch!" the man commanded
harshly.
God, I'm helpless! I can't move! Lani could barely think,
but she knew that everywhere was pain and more pain, so she pushed
back in hopes of alleviating some of the bursting pressure in her
rectum. He was much too huge inside her, widening her buttocks
until she thought she would split down the middle, right down her
spinal column! The lust-hardened penis surged right up into her
warm, rubbery depths, and finally all the way until she was sure
it was lodged all the way up in her throat.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh," she gasped.
Bob Seikerd's own masochistic joy was almost unbearable as he
watched his long, thick cock skewering lewdly up between the soft
white moons of her buttocks, the pink edges wet with its own
secretions. Moses was momentarily entranced by the lascivious
sight of Lani on her hands and knees, her small anus wrapped
tightly around Bob's cock with several inches of it engorged in
her rectum, her head and beautiful long, blonde hair a mass of
wild entanglement as she wildly her own mother's cunt spread wide
on the blanket before her.
Ann was totally absorbed in fascinated agony by the sight of
this man sodomizing her only daughter on and on, and as she stared
in subservient anguish at the lickings of her defenselessly
widespread genitals, she was staggered by the forbidden pleasures
she felt.
Lani was moaning her muffled cries of pain in a tone which
left little doubt that she was beginning to enjoy it! Her hips
were moving backwards of their own volition, meeting Bob's hard-
thrusting penis willingly now. Ann continued to watch her
humiliated young daughter undulate her buttocks in tiny lewd
circles, and it was too much for her not to find it all horribly
delightful---and weird thoughts grew in her mind, swamping her
flesh and driving away the last vestiges of restraint. Fear,
self-guilt, hatreds---they were all replaced by desire, desire
that made her belly churn and stimulating waves of excitement pour
over her, and her passions overflowed all bounds as she twisted in
the evil grip of her sexual agony, writhing and arching so as not
to break with the open mouth glued hotly to her ravaged cunt,
while Lani's flicking tongue played wantonly over her clitoris and
vagina.
"Ahhhhh!" Lani groaned with each inch of throbbing male flesh
was forced into her hot rubbery rear passage from behind.
"Aggghh!" she screamed as she thought how beautiful, how wonderful
the pain was. I'm being punished! Yes! I'm being punished the
only way I can be! She ground her buttocks back and the huge
penis burrowed its relentless way right up into her unstretched
rectum. There! All the way! She could feel Bob's pubic hair
against her white, fleshy, buttocks and she knew that she'd taken
all of his cock in her anus. Oh God! It's so wonderfully
terrible! The blunt intrusion of his thickly swollen cock
vibrated through every sinew of her, and the soft spongy flesh of
her widely stretched anal passage was excruciating in the
pleasure-pain that filled her ceaselessly. She took one hand away
from her mother's wide splayed thighs, hungry for more, and
pressed it into the throbbing golden mass of her own pubic hair
and thrust her middle finger far up into the opened wet slit of
her cunt, feeling Bob's sperm filled balls batter the back of her
hand; she groaned with her breath caught in her throat at the
added sensation, feeling his massive cock through the thin wall
separating her vagina and rectum. She slipped her finger in and
out of her aching young pussy as she raised and lowered her hips
the fire in her loins increasing and her cunt demanding more than
just one finger. She inserted two, and then three, cramming them
up into her seething wet vagina in rhythm with the huge, lust-
engorged penis that was fucking her tortured anus relentlessly.
Ann's young teenage daughter was delirious with delight. She
was finger fucking herself while Bob's wonderful cock drove with
animalistic fire hard up between her cruelly split ass cheeks, and
she was completely and hopelessly impaled, her breasts throbbing
like his lewdly slapping balls. She moved her head from between
her mother's open thighs for an instant, looking down between her
obscenely dancing breasts and beyond her belly to where her
fingers were absorbed deep in her hungrily sucking cunt, and then
the pretty young girl swept downward again, flicking her tongue
several times against her mother's clitoris, then downward still
more to the joyfully offered opening of her hair covered vagina,
plunging far enough in to feel the rippled walls of hot flesh
which had once been stretched with herself when she was born, and
she taunted the satin-smooth valley down between her mother's milk
white thighs with salacious delight. Oh ... this is wonderful ...
the taste of my mother's cunt ... I love it! I love her ...!
Ann chanted with her mind out of control now. "Ohhhh!
Ohhhh!" but while her sane mind rebelled at being sucked by her
daughter while watching Lani being fucked in the ass by Bob
Seikerd, she couldn't even consider stopping the loving caresses
and warm kisses. Her cunt flowered open wider and wider and her
hotly seeping moisture increased with each further second that her
daughter's voraciously sucking lips moved around, in and up her
vaginal orifice, and warm trickles of saliva and female moisture
ran unhindered down her softly quivering thighs as she ground her
hips upwards into Lani's madly slavering mouth. She had never
known anything so soft and wonderful in her life! Her body, lithe
and firm and warmly pink with blood pumping desire, shook from the
assault on her senses and genitals; she had lain dormant too long,
and the shock of sexual abandonment and the acceptance of her own
young daughter as her lover forever ruptured her past. Gone were
the frustrated days that now seemed so unreal and far away? the
reality of the present encompassing her mind and taking her to
another existence of pure ecstasy, which she wholeheartedly
accepted.
Moses could no longer take the lust-inciting scene of Lani
sucking her mother's cunt while his friend fucked the girl
demonically from the rear. He straddled the mother, making Ann
balance herself by placing her hands behind her and almost sitting
up, her thighs split wide and her legs bent for more of her
daughter's lewd suckings. He placed his hand behind Ann's head
and pushed her toward his lust-hardened penis, rubbing it around
her lips, making her mouth wet with his excited male secretions.
She mumbled in refusal and tried to shake away, but he held her so
tightly she couldn't move, and then with his other hand he forced
open her mouth; she clenched her teeth, but Moses wasn't to be
denied, and increasing the pressure and arching his muscled
buttocks, he crushed his thick cock against the soft, moist lips
and into the warm wet cavern of her hollowing cheeks.
Ann closed her eyes, feeling numb and in a dazed trance, the
strange man's hairs at the base of his penis rubbing her chin and
lips. His hands held her in a vise-like grip, and he started
sliding his demanding cock slowly in and out; she could feel its
rubbery cock-head along the ridges of the roof of her mouth, and
the long sperm filled ridge running beneath the length of his
fleshy shaft slip along her tongue. She heard Moses command
harshly:
"Suck, you damned bitch! Suck hard!"
She did, her lips slowly beginning to nibble at his thickly
thrusting penis, and though she coughed and sputtered at first,
she accustomed herself to his perverted invasion, and tried not to
think of what she was doing. His bloated testicles bounced
From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Mar 12 07:50:00 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MothDaug 8/8 "A Mother-Daughter Twosome"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 04:50:00 -0800
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against her chin, and her nostrils filled with the flavor of his
masculinity, and saliva grew in her mouth, becoming sticky from
his small emissions of seminal fluid. She could tell that he was
jerking his hips and straining his loins against her mouth, and
his short, stubby fingers were curled tightly in her hair, forcing
her obscenely bobbing mouth up over the full length of his turgid
erection.
His penis stretched and expanded until there wasn't any room
left in her mouth, but instead of feeling repulsion and sickness,
she was enjoying sucking his cock. The foaming passions which had
been re-awakened and expressed in new, wondrous fashions, were now
boiling out of control, and she allowed her mind to sink still
further into the cauldron of her lusts. On her own, she raised a
hand, her balance kept by Moses' clutching hands on her, and
brought it around and up his legs to the soft, resilient skin of
his scrotum, and she crooned mutely as she sucked, tenderly
massaging his softly dangling balls while flicking her tongue
across the tiny split of his cock-head, opening her throat wider
to accept still more of his pumping wet penis, rolling it around
in her butter soft interior, making him cry out with pure delight.
She'd never dreamed of what she'd been missing all these years!
So good! Oh, Christ, she'd been a fool for so long!
Lani's hand was still back between her open legs, three
fingers buried deep in the hot, soaking passage of her cunt as she
bucked and jerked against Bob's pummeling cock, striving for
passionate release. Her body was on fire with passion, for never
could she recall being this excited! She looked up to watch as
Ann's soft, ovalled mouth clasped greedily at Moses' swelling
penis, her thin, tensile rim of lips clinging to it as though held
there by some unseen clamp. She could see thick, white fluid
dripping from the corners of Ann's mouth and running in tiny lines
down her chin, for her mother was reveling in the cruel
humiliation that Moses was subjecting her to, a masochistic light
shining strangely in her glazed eyes.
Ann's beautiful young daughter heaved herself with increased
fury up and down on Bob's powerful rod, her hips undulating madly,
her left hand streaking in through the hair lined lips of her
young cuntal slit, both of her rear orifices flowering to the
delicious rape of mind and body. She buried her face deep in the
curl covered vagina of her mother once again, sucking and licking
frantically on the fleshy protuberances of pink cunt glistening
there, her thick wet tongue voraciously drawing every drop of her
mother's joyously secreting juices in lewd delight, her tender but
voluptuous body matching the rhythms of the other threesome.
For long, frozen moments the naked lovers remained that way,
each straining every fiber and nerve of their beings for their
orgasms, their only sounds grunts, mewls, and sighs of billowing
desire, and the slapping of slippery, passion-slick flesh. It
seemed as if they would go on forever, striving for but never
quite achieving their releases.
Then---strangled noises forced their way from Moses' tortured
gullet, and he knew that he would be the one to start the chain of
orgasms with the cum which was rolling upward from his seething
balls. A moment now ... a moment ... Now! He writhed his hips
furiously and watched Ann's lovely face work, her lips sucking,
his fever pitched penis soaring, his body straining with the
needles of his climax. White hot sperm rushed through his penis
and squirted in never ending streams deep up into her hotly
yearning mouth, and she gulped greedily, swallowing and sucking on
furiously while he emptied his cum in surge after surge, his cock
shoved still harder down her throat ...
Ann thrust her loins up at her daughter's superbly licking
mouth which was still buffeting her vaginal passage, every muscle
in her body contracting wildly as she rose up involuntarily and
nearly fainted from the attack of her contraction. She gulped and
swallowed, savoring the taste of the bittersweet semen as it
wormed its way like an ambrosia brandy down to her belly, and her
cunt opened and clenched like an angry fist around Lani's tongue,
her buttocks flexing to rock-hardness as her orgasm hit. She
gurgled and wailed an unintelligible scream as the power of her
body unleased from deep in her chest at this moment she had been
craving for. There was no time, no space, no motion---only the
unbelievable pleasure of her climax, and she was struck again and
again by the spasmodic twitchings of every muscle in her body ...
And as she came, so did Bob. He threw back his head and
groaned as he thrust his cock's full expanded length into the
teenage daughter's wide-stretched anus, his body beginning to jerk
convulsively as he clawed at Lani's waist with harsh, clutching
fingers, pulling her buttocks even wider apart for his penis to
skewer yet another fraction of an inch into her. He felt his
boiling semen amassing within his throbbing balls as they beat a
tattoo against Lani's beautifully naked ass. And the explosion
imminent, he slammed his now spewing cock all the way to its hilt
in her softly unresisting rectum ...
To Lani, this was a heaven sent miracle, a well to quell the
maddening devils rampaging deep within the core of her womanhood.
She cared not who it was ... only that his cock was finding refuge
in her starving belly, and she wanted it to crawl in there and
stay forever. She licked and sucked shamelessly at the delectable
cunt before her, and heard her mouth cry out and the other groan
gutturally and yell mindlessly, but it was all in the taint
background of her mind; her lover was hammering her with rapid,
pile driving thrusts and her fingers were reaching her very womb,
and she licked and sucked wildly. Oh Christ ... don't stop now
... I want to cum so badly ... I want to cuummmmmmmmmm!
And then she felt the stream of hot seed spurting into her
rectum, spurting far up in her belly with violent force,
ricocheting against her smooth rubbery anal passage, its steaming
heat finally setting off her own, long due climax. She was there!
At last!
She screamed, and screamed again and again, her release was
that great. She heaved her nakedly jerking buttocks back toward
the humping man's penis as it continued to empty into her anus
with unbelievable force, her thighs trembling and her stomach
quaking as if someone were pressing against it with giant
pressures, her brain reeling insanely with the sensual reaction
traversing her spine. She fell forward at last, Bob's limp cock
sliding from her tortured rectum slickly, and she cradled herself
with sighing satisfaction in her mother's naked arms, and let her
lips close softly over one of her turgid nipples. She sucked the
nipple as grayness closed over her, feeling the contentment of a
baby after milk ...
It took some time for the four naked people to stir. They
huddled on the blanket, exhausted and unmoving, resting and
regathering strength after the wild orgiastic fucking they had
just participated in. Semen and perspiration and female cum
mingled and glistened on their shining bodies and on the dampened
blanket beneath them, the air seeming to crackle with the lewd
emotions and desires that had been unleashed.
Moses was the first to move. He crawled over to where Bob
lay, completely spent from his sexual exertions. Moses grinned at
him as though they shared some kind of secret.
"How you feel, Bobby my boy?"
Bob Seikerd looked up at him, and chuckled.
"Well, it was good for appetizers ... but I'm ready to start
on the main course now."
"My sentiments exactly, Bobby, my sentiments exactly," Moses
agreed, and they both turned to leer at the huddled bodies of the
two naked women they had just so completely subjugated.
Ann stared at them unbelievingly, and held Lani tighter to
her breast. But then she saw the smile of happiness radiating
from her daughter's young face, a smile intended only for her, a
smile that said more than a thousand words could convey. And the
warmth of that smile dissolved in an instant all the shame and
remorse, the guilt and inhibitions which had fettered her for so
long; and as she returned Lani's loving gaze, Ann knew
instinctively that, no matter what happened to them now, their
future was going to be a future together, a future with and for
one another, a future that promised peace and happiness for both.
Strengthened by this realization, the two women turned
bravely as one, to face the two grinning, leering men, who had
already begun to advance on them once again.
Epilogue
The novel ends here---but the Walker's story does not.
Ann and Lani left the commune called the Zodiac the very next
morning, after having convinced Moses to give them the car keys,
and drove straight to South San Francisco. Within two weeks, Ann
had given up her job at the Bay Construction Co., and the two had
moved to the Midwest, where they hoped to find a secluded haven in
which they could ignore the outside world, and concentrate only on
themselves. This they did indeed find, in a relatively small town
in southern Kansas.
Their past, California and the commune, the traumatic
experiences they underwent together, have all been forgotten now,
and they live together in a small frame house, each working at
small jobs and keeping the house like a pair of loving sisters.
The small town they're living in suspects nothing of the
beautiful, and yet socially unacceptable relationship that binds
them, and Ann and Lani are careful to keep that relationship
hidden from the sometimes prying eyes of their neighbors. But
life is again joyful for them, after the untold misery of that
fateful weekend in Mendocino, and neither of them could be
happier.
And what of the future?
As Lani told me in a letter she wrote after reading this
manuscript: "Our future is now, and we both know that. Life
changes, and people change with it. You ask how long we will be
content with our present life? I can only answer that, as of now,
the present, we are happy and content, but who knows how tomorrow
will find us? We do not make the mistake of building our lives
around tomorrow's dreams---we have found that today is enough of a
world to live in ..."
And so Ann and Lani Walker, mother and daughter, continue,
for the time being at any rate, to soar through life on the wings
of their special love for each other. It is a love which includes
sex, as every true love must; but I, for one, will not judge them
on that count. They are living their own lives, free from
emotional Restraints and inhibitions, aufficient unto themselves,
looking into the future without fear, secure in the knowledge that
the joy of the present is well worth the insecurity of the future
... and how many of us can say the same thing?
Ann and Lani Walker: two small, unimportant people. And yet
two inspiring examples of the kind of free, self-sufficient life
that beckons us all forward, to test our courage and stamina in
the pursuit of its ever receding happiness. Will we ever reach
it? Who can say ... but perhaps the Walker's story will give some
of us the courage we need to keep on trying.
The End