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Crawdaddy Girls (Fff incest Parody)
by Master Z (jazzmaster_z@hotmail.com)
***
Cindy Crawdaddy slammed the door shut on her SUV, pausing only briefly
to ponder the sound of glass breaking behind her before allowing her
train of thought to make sense of why a Sport Utility Vehicle which
clearly says, "Pathfinder," is referred to by everyone else as a 'Suv.'
She always considered that to be very non descriptive, yet the strange
thing is that everyone always spelled it out to her, saying, "S-U-V," as
if she didn't know how to spell the damn word! She started walking
towards the house, continuing to reflect upon the the confusing terms
applied to her vehicle, like why is it called a "Pathfinder" if it
doesn't find anything at all, and how could tires and condoms EVER be
made of the same material, and who was that old man that gawked at her
as she walked by and why was he naked? Then she looked at her
surroundings and immediately discovered a new situation to occupy her
thoughts, namely why was she standing knee deep in a duck pond in the
park two miles from the house?
Soon she was once again standing in front of her house, and a much more
important thought entered her mind: "I can't walk into this house like
this! My clothes are all muddy from falling 14 times in that duck
pond!" The solution was obvious. She looked around at the neighbors
houses and all blinds and curtains were shut simultaneously. "Nothing
suspicious there," she said matter-of-factly and proceeded to strip her
muddy clothes off, slinging garments on to the roof for fun, where they
landed with an alarming SPLAT. Soon she was in her bra and underwear,
but they were muddy too! In fact her entire body was muddy, and she
knew what she had to do. Just then, the front door burst open and her
two daughters walked out to stand in front of their muddy mom.
"Mom," said Lucy who was 12 years old, "Why are you standing in your
underwear, covered in mud?"
And Sara, who was 16 years old said, "Yeah, and in broad daylight where
the neighbors can see?"
"Well," mom stammered, "You see girls, I had some problems in the duck
pond at the park and I just couldn't bear to see my linoleum get...well
you know...get..." she trailed off.
Lucy and Sara looked at eachother. "Um, you mean, muddy?" they both
said in unison.
"Yes, girls, that's the word I was looking for, thanks. But what I
really need to do is get hosed down!! So who's with me?"
"Well, why didn't you just SAY that?" the two girls said in unison
again. Then they glared at eachother before running off to get the hose
together. Lucy turned the water on and Sara ran out with the long,
flexible, green snake-like apparatus, and turning the nozzle to "Spray
Violently," aimed the spout at her mom. Lucy ran out just in time to
see her mother's sexy body get sprayed ruthlessly by the hose, all the
mud washing off her nice body invitingly (?) and her bra and panties
being forced off by the powerful jet of water.
"OK, OK" Cindy yelled, "That's enough!"
But the hose continued to spew pure cold H2O onto her exposed body,
making her nipples extend several inches. Sara pointed the hose down,
aiming for her mom's blonde bush, doing her best to try to get her
mother off, because she was getting revenge for what had happened two
days ago......
Sara's Revenge
I opened the door to our house and heard strange sounds, like someone
was getting hurt. I was about to yell for help when I realized that
the strange sounds were actually moaning sounds, like the sounds I saw
(not only did I see sounds but I heard things that I saw!) in that naked
movie with all the penises shooting white stuff and all the women had
really really really big boobs and were moaning and yelling and kept
calling the men 'gods.' That was at my friend Cheryl's house. I'm
not a lesbian and neither is she but we lick eachother's pussies all the
time cause it's fun and her pussy tastes like chocolate. She said that
mine tastes like hotdog, with a hint of banana and cucumber. Sometimes
I masturbate near the fridge, what can I say?
Anyways they were moaning sounds of a sexual nature. But I only heard
one woman and nothing else. I realized maybe it was my mom making those
noises, but why would she be doing that? I had gotten home from school
early and she probably wasn't expecting me. As I walked towards the
sounds, I realized they were coming from my room! I slowly approached
my room, making sure to be quiet. The door was ajar about 5 feet. Well
um ok it was wide open. And I peeked in, well I stood at the doorway I
mean, and watched in amazement as my own mother, lying on my bed with a
pillow under her ass, stuck a cucumber in and out of her vagina which
was soaking wet! Little did I realize that I was getting turned on
myself and my panties were soaked as I watched her fuck herself with
produce. She is blonde like me and my sister. We are all blonde. Of
course. My mother is 39 but she is in great shape for her age and
people on the street mistake us for sisters all the time. Well that is
when we walk down the street where all the blind people live, I feel so
sorry for blind people, I wish that they could hear us. I always make a
point to walk down that street once a week even if mother can't go with
me, because I let out all my farts that I hold in all week, where those
people can't hear it. The strange thing is that they always walk into
me and spray lysol on me and I always yell at them to watch where
they're going, but I know they can't hear me.
Anyways I looked at my mother and noticed photos on her belly below her
big flabby breasts. I looked over to my desk and saw that the desk
drawers were open and random contents of each drawer were strewn about
the room. At that instant I realized that the photos on my mom's belly
could very well be the photos of me and Cheryl and Todd, Cheryl's
asshole boyfriend who has a huge cock that I like to suck, fuck, and
decorate with glitter. I walked right up to the bed, and in her noisy
ecstasy, she didn't hear me, plus her eyes were shut in concentration.
And yup I was right - they were photos of me getting fucked in the ass
by Todd, taken by Cheryl who loved it when Todd and I fucked. In fact
she always just sits in the corner and watches or takes pictures when
Todd comes over to fuck me. Last night me and Todd went to the movies
and made out in the theater. I gave him a hand job and then on the ride
home I gave him a blow job. Then we got a motel room and fucked all
night. This morning we got engaged and I'm pregnant with his
quintuplets. But it IS my best friend's boyfriend after all, and I
wouldn't want to impose upon their relationship, so we're going to wait
until we can afford to get her killed before we tie the knot.
There were also pics of me sticking my tongue up Cheryl's asshole and
her doing the same to me, among other things. I started to get really
mad and I knew that I needed to have my revenge. So I yelled, "HEY!!
MOM! What the FUCK do you THINK you are doing going through MY stuff?"
And my mom opened her eyes and froze. Then she spread her legs even
more and said, "Oh honey, those pictures of you got me so hot and wet,
and now you just caught me with a fresh vegetable up my pussy and I just
want to fuck your little cunt with it!"
I was totally taken aback by this response, but I was very angry at my
mother for invading my privacy and I didn't mind the fact that she was
dripping vaginal fluid all over my pillows. But at the same time I was
getting so wet that a puddle was starting to form at the base of my
feet. I ripped all my clothes off in one quick motion and said, "You're
going to pay for this MOM!"
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to my crotch. "Eat me! Eat
me mom, you cunt!"
And she immediately started licking my kitten like a pussy licks milk,
er I mean, a kitten licks pussy like my milk...um ... oh forget it.
I started coming in my mom's face, and she loved it. But I still wanted
more sweet revenge so I started pissing in her mouth, and to my
surprise, she lovingly and happily drank every last drip of my hot piss.
When we finished, she said, "I never drank fresh urine before and like
99% of all women probably never would, but you totally turned me around
on it! Thank you!"
I said, "OK, but I'm still not finished with you," to which my pretty
blond mother cowered in fear and said only, "yes sweetheart."
Then I pushed her back against the bed and sat on her face. I grinded
my asshole against her nose and farted loudly. It sounded like I was
squeezing a nearly empty mustard bottle.
"I'm STILL not finished with you!" and I left her there on my bed. And
then a week later, my next opportunity to humiliate her came in the form
of a garden hose........
*************
As Sara sprayed the hose directly on her mother's twat, she heard the
now familiar moans coming from her mother's lips. "Oh Sara, give me
more!" her mother squealed in delight. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that
long green hose!" Cindy leaned in towards the hose, caressing the
stream with her hands and cumming loudly to many neighbors' delight.
Lucy watched this and strange thoughts started entering her head. The
12 year old didn't know the words to explain what she was feeling, but
it was definitely horny. "My naughty area is getting warm and moist!
And it feels kinda itchy like I should play with it and make the itch go
away!" She started rubbing her pussy over her shorts. "Oooooh," she
said in spite of herself. "Mmmmmmmmmm....ooooooooooh," she
continued,"Wow.....oooops! Ahhhhhhhhhh......" she said thoughtfully.
"Why am I getting so excited? My own mommy is naked and making naughty
sounds and I like the way it looks and I feel ashamed but I want to
touch my special place," she thought. "Does this mean I like girls?"
"No," Sara said, "It just means that you want to learn how to
masturbate!" Sara was standing in front of her little sister now,
having put the hose down. Apparently Lucy actually said that last one
out loud.
Cindy was now laying in the grass, still rubbing her vagina while a
crowd encircled her, watching intently.
"C'mon sis, and I'll show you how!" Sara said to Lucy and they ran
inside.
They went up their room which they shared and Sara told Lucy to take her
clothes off, which she did. Her young breasts were like budding roses,
and her peach fuzz was like the fuzz on a peach.
"OK, now lie down on the bed and spread your legs," Sara instructed, and
Lucy quickly carried out the orders. "Now-"
"Can you do it for me sis?" Lucy interrupeted.
Sara thought for 0 seconds and said, "Sure." Then she sat on the bed
and started rubbing her young sister's fresh young clitty poo.
Lucy shut her eyes and let herself enjoy her sister's experienced
fingers on her little cunny wunny. She started thinking that even
though she's TWELVE, she still doesn't know what sex is, what it means,
in fact, she suddenly said, "Sara what is sex?"
And Sara explained it, "I'm SIXTEEN but what I know about sex is that it
is like when daddy takes his long choo choo train and drives it up
mommy's steamy love tunnel!"
"Oh," Lucy said, "like when we went outside and got two ladders and both
climbed up and watched mommy and daddy through the window?"
"Exactly!" Sara said and stuck her middle finger right up Lucy's
pussy. "Wait! Let me get my flute!"
OK I can't take it anymore. The End.
Master Z
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