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Jessica's Mom - 3
by Cathy (razzmatazz454@yahoo.com)

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Chapter 3 - Cathy's Memory

I was about to climb down off the chair when I heard a 
soft noise behind me. It was wood hitting wood and a 
tiny click of the latch. I turned and saw that the 
crack in the door was no longer there. I imagined 
Jessica crawling into bed, her ten year-old mind ablaze 
with what she had just seen. I imagined her hand 
pushing down between her legs, her little fingers 
rubbing at her soft, excited puss; thinking about my 
cock, and all the sexy things she'd just seen her 
mother do.

I looked down at Cathy. She looked up at me, eyes still 
smoldering with the arousal of the moment. I climbed 
down, and leaned over her. Our mouths met in a deep 
kiss. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, swimming around 
and licking. I could taste the mingled flavors. Her 
saliva; her pussy; my own cum. I'd never really thought 
of enjoying the taste of my own semen before meeting 
Cathy, but she had expanded my mind dramatically, so 
now I find it quite the turn on. Especially when it 
involves experiencing what she experiences; tasting 
what she tastes. We broke the kiss, and I whispered. 
"That was amazing."

She looked at her daughter's closed door, then back up 
at me with a smoldering grin. "Oh my god, Tom. I've 
never been so... fucking turned on in my life." Her 
voice was quiet, and trembling. "When you were inside 
me just now... when I tasted myself... I... I... had a 
memory."

"A memory? What kind of memory?"

"From when I was young. Like Jessica."

I knew what she meant. She'd just remembered something 
from when she was molested as a girl. She often told me 
about her childhood sexual experiences, and the 
remarkable thing about it was, like I said before, she 
didn't tell them like true confessions of tearful 
trauma, like the women on Oprah. She shared them as 
sexy whispers that got us both hot. I also knew that my 
proper response was to show clear erotic interest in 
them; to validate their sexiness by letting them turn 
me on. This was no difficult trick. For these secret 
memories of hers were easily the sexiest things I've 
ever heard, and never failed to get us both quite 
worked up.

"What did you remember, Honey? Tell me." I encouraged 
her, eager to hear a new erotic revelation.

"I remembered what my mother tasted like," she 
whispered dreamily.

"You mean...? You mean... um... you mother's...? You 
tasted your mother?" I was amazed. She's told me many 
things she'd done as a girl, but never anything about 
sex with her own mother. A thousand kinky images ran 
through my mind. But when she explained, the truth was 
more interesting than any of them.

"Yeah. I tasted her. But not directly. It's not what 
you think."

"Then what is it? How'd you taste her?

"That's what I just remembered. When you were in me and 
I tasted myself on my hands... it was sooo sexy." 

"Tell me."

"I remembered back when I was little, and when her 
boyfriend used to come into my room at night. And I was 
remembering how good it used to feel when he touched me 
under the covers. And rubbed me between my legs. And I 
was thinking about how Jessica was watching us..." She 
moaned softly and moved slightly in arousal. "And then 
I remembered when he started asking me to kiss it and 
put it in my mouth. And that...that... well... 
sometimes it tasted funny. Like it was slippery or 
something." Her hand slid up my naked side, caressing 
me as she whispered these sexy memories. 

"I didn't know what it was at first, but then one day 
on the playground some older boys were telling me how a 
man puts his thing in a woman's hole, and I realized... 
that's what I was tasting. It was my mother. He came in 
my room... right after doing it with Mom."

"Wow." I thought for a moment, to let it sink in. I 
didn't know what to say. "He came to you right after 
sex with your mom? Did you like that?"

"Yessss. I liked it," she said. "It made me think about 
what they did together. I thought it was sexy to think 
about that. About my mom having sex. And then getting 
to taste her afterwards made me feel, I don't know... 
it made me feel close to her, somehow."

"Close to her?"

"Yeah. It's hard to explain." She paused for a moment, 
then continued, "What bothered me about the whole 
thing— was that I had to keep it all a big giant secret 
from her... I hated that. I hated that me and Mom 
couldn't even admit it was happening. The one time I 
tried to bring it up with her, she got really mad, and 
yelled at me. She told me to never say that again, and 
that I was a bad girl for making up lies that no one 
would ever believe." There was a note of deep sorrow in 
her voice. "We were never really close after that. I 
thought she hated me. Maybe she was jealous or 
something. Or scared I would tell someone, and she'd 
get in trouble. I don't know."

"That sucks big time," I empathized. I already knew 
about this. She'd told me several times how much 
enjoyed the man's sexy visits, but all the secrecy 
threw a deep wedge between her and her mother. And 
tasting her mom on his penis made her feel closer to 
her? That was intriguing.

"Yeah. But the fact that I could taste her meant that 
they were doing it too. So it must be okay to do. And 
it made me feel really sexy to know that she was... a 
naughty girl like me. So I used to think a lot about 
his cock going inside her." She smiled to herself; a 
very sexy, dreamy smile. "And I started thinking about 
that, when he came to me. I started pretending my mouth 
was her pussy. So I could imagine it. So I could 
imagine where the cock had just been. It made me feel 
really sexy to do that. Really close to her. That's 
what I just remembered, Tom. That's what I remembered 
doing, just now."

"You'd pretend your mouth was your mom's pussy?"

"Yeah. It was like a little game I played."

"Mmm. That's a very sexy game, Cathy." I thought about 
what she was saying. I imagined her as a sweet little 
girl, thinking about her mother's pussy as the grown 
man's penis moved in and out of her mouth. Tasting her 
mother's fresh juices on his cock, sliding slippery 
across her lips. I leaned down and kissed her. "That's 
the sexiest thing I've every heard, Sweetheart."

"There's more. There's something else."

"Tell me."

"Just now. When you were inside me and I tasted myself 
as I came..." She hesitated. 

"What. Tell me."

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "I taste just 
like her." 

She said that with such confessional tone, I knew it 
held deep significance to her. "That's what made me 
come, just now. I remembered what my mother tasted 
like. And Tom... I taste exactly like she did." She 
hesitated for a moment, struggling to find the right 
words to express her deep thoughts. 

"You taste like your mom?"

"Yeah. And that made me think that... I kept thinking 
that... Jessica is me. Me, when I was little."

"I know. I know what you mean, Honey. I understand." I 
thought a bit. That was pretty profound, really. Very 
deep. What she really meant was that in a profound way, 
her life had come full circle. She was not the little 
girl any more. She was the mother now. 

I also knew that her childhood sexual experiences were 
charged with profound emotions for her, that they 
turned her on immensely, but had a powerful flip side. 
She and her mother had a strained relationship because 
of what happened, and if I showed the slightest 
judgment or lack of full acceptance, she could easily 
slip from arousal to remorse. I must validate the 
sexiness of it, or risk her getting depressed, and 
start directing her latent anger at her mother toward 
herself. She was sort of fragile that way. She tends to 
get very emotional after orgasm. I had learned to 
always steer it in a positive direction. A sexy 
direction.

I knew that if I didn't validate the sexiness of her 
past; that if I showed the slightest judgment or 
condemnation, it would likely gnaw on her with guilt 
and a self-loathing that could linger for days. Guilt 
about the sexual instincts and pleasure she'd had as a 
child, which society told her were bad. Instincts which 
defined her, yet carried implications that she was 
somehow marred or defective. Instincts she now 
perceived in her sweet daughter, whom she loved more 
than life itself.

I leaned forward and kissed her.

"Mmmmm. You really liked knowing your mom had sex." I 
whispered, with an erotically encouraging overtone to 
my voice.

"Yes," she moaned, answering my tone.

I placed my hand on her damp pussy and began to rub in 
gentle, loving circles. "And you enjoyed it so much 
when he touched you down here. Didn't you?" I 
whispered.

She squirmed in obvious stimulation, with eyes closed. 
"Yes. It made me feel so good. It still makes me feel 
good."

"It felt sooooo good."

"Yes... sooooooo good," she answered.

I lifted my hand to my mouth and slowly licked her 
juice from my fingers. "Mmmm. You mother tastes 
wonderful. Mmmm. I love how your mother tasted. I love 
tasting what you tasted... when you were a little 
girl." I placed my moist finger to her lips. "Taste 
her, Cathy. Taste your mom again."

She licked the finger. She was clearly getting excited 
again, and slipping away from the sadness she'd nearly 
fallen into.

"Taste her, Honey. Mmmm. I love that you tasted your 
mom. It's the sexiest thing I've ever heard." She began 
squirming in deeper arousal, and I knew she was 
remembering when she was eight years old, sucking on a 
man's cock.

Then I took a chance and said something we'd never 
talked about before. "I just had a sexy thought," I 
whispered. "My cock was just inside you."

"Yes... It was," she mewed.

"So if I put it in Jessica's mouth right now, she'd 
taste you on it. Just like you did. When you were even 
younger than she is."

Cathy gave an excited groan and took my finger into her 
mouth and sucked it deeply. Oh my god. The idea excited 
her. She didn't object to it.

I wasn't actually suggesting that I go put my cock in 
her daughter's mouth, mind you. It was just a sexy sexy 
thought that seemed to tie it all together. Still, it 
was amazingly erotic how she responded to this kinkiest 
of images. I guess the reason I felt bold enough to say 
such a thing was that she has brought up Jessica during 
sex a couple of times, herself. One time in particular, 
I was on top of her, just about to come, and out of the 
blue she whispered, 'Wasn't Jessica beautiful in the 
church play tonight? She looked sooo adorable with the 
angel wings.' I honestly think it turned her on to know 
I was picturing her sweet daughter like that while I 
came inside her.

I smiled at Cathy, and lowered my other hand back to 
her pussy and rubbed gently. I felt encouraged to 
continue. "It felt sooooo good when he touched you down 
here."

She slipped my finger from her lips to pant, "Yes... it 
felt soooo good."

"And you wish Jessica could feel good like you did, 
don't you?" 

"Yeeessss," she admitted with a purr. Then, "No! It 
wouldn't be right, Tom. It wouldn't be right."

We'd whispered before of her secret fantasy of Jessica 
being molested, but never, NEVER, in a context of maybe 
actually doing it. This was bold new territory, talking 
about it like this. Especially after what we'd just 
done, with Jessica right in the next room. I knew I was 
taking a huge risk, exploring this topic right now. But 
somehow, I just couldn't help myself but continue

"But she'd like it, wouldn't she? I'm not saying we 
should do it... But if I wanted to touch her here, 
she'd love it." I slid my finger softly over her 
clitoris. "Wouldn't she? Just like you did." 

"Yes... I know she would... She's just like me... Just 
like I was, when..."

I pressed her nubbin more firmly and cupped my hand 
over her neatly trimmed mons. "And she'd let me, too. 
Wouldn't she? It would feel so good to her... to feel 
me touching her here. Just like it felt good to you." 

Cathy didn't answer, except to take my hand, and pull 
it tighter against her with a deep groan.

"She wouldn't want me to stop."

Cathy just moaned, and ground her pelvis against my 
hand.

"She'd want me to keep doing it... wouldn't she?"

"Yessss..."

"She's thinking about what we just did, right now. 
She's thinking about what she saw."

"Yes... What she just saw," the reclining mother panted 
quietly.

I leaned closer and whispered, "She saw me fuck you, 
Cathy. And she loved it. She saw you sucking... on 
my... cock."

Cathy lurched slightly in excitement to hear me name 
exactly what we had just done. "Yes!"

"She loved seeing that. She's wondering what it must be 
like to do that."

"Yesss."

"She wishes she could try it, too. Just like you did," 
I whispered.

"Yesss..."

"She likes knowing how we have sex. Doesn't she? It 
turns her on to know that you are a naughty girl. Just 
like her."

"Yessss..." Her pelvis began grinding more deeply.

"And it turns you on... that it turns her on."

"Mmmmm... Yes... It does. I'd be lying... if I denied 
it."

"Is Jessica a naughty girl? Is she naughty? Like you 
were?"

"But it wasn't naughty," she whined, pulling my hand 
even tighter against her warm puss. "It wasn't 
naughty."

"No, it wasn't naughty. It was good. It was very good. 
And she's a good girl. Just like you were. A good girl. 
Like you are." 

"Yes! She's a good girl," she panted.

I circled my hand upon her pussy as she lay back, 
whispering these sexy sexy things in her ear. "She 
liked it so much... to see us naked together, just now. 
Didn't she? She liked seeing my cock so hard for you. 
She loved seeing you sucking on it. She loved it... 
just like you loved her watching."

"Oooooo..." she quivered and arched her back in the 
chair in arousal.

I smiled down at her. Her glazed eyes looked up at me.

"It's because you love her so much. You love her so 
much."

Cathy didn't answer, but just looked up deeply into my 
eyes. I could tell I was right. What I had said was the 
truth. She knew... that I understood.

"I'll be right back," I said. I pushed myself to my 
feet and slowly walked back from her. She lay watching 
me intently. 

When I started in the direction of the hallway, toward 
her master bedroom, her expression changed subtly. A 
hint of surprise. Almost disappointment. 

In a flash, I realized that she had expected me to walk 
to up Jessica's door, and enter. She had actually 
thought I had risen to my feet intending to go in and 
molest her daughter. For real!

As I walked naked down the dark hall, toward the master 
bedroom, I thought about that. Truth is, it hadn't 
really crossed my mind to go to Jessica's room. I was 
going to go get us our bathrobes. It was starting to 
feel chilly.

But there was something in the way she was looking at 
me with mute fascination while thinking I was heading 
toward her daughter's room, that told me she would not 
have stopped me. It told me that she would have 
solemnly watched me enter. That she would have lain in 
the chair, knowing full well that her daughter was 
feeling my hand slide under the covers, to caress her 
supple thighs. And she would know that her sweet 
daughter would offer no resistance; that she would 
subtly spread her slender legs; perhaps while 
pretending to sleep, just as she herself had done as a 
youngster, those magical, first few times. 

And, had I gone in to her daughter, Cathy would have 
quietly gathered our clothes off the floor, turned out 
the light, and gone to bed in a fever of images, then 
masturbated to the memories and knowledge of her 
daughter's initiation. The circle made truly complete, 
as she had always thought deep down... it was surely 
meant to be.

And she would lie awake with tear stained cheeks, until 
I returned to her bed, and would never ever ask what I 
had done. She would pretend to be asleep, as I slip in 
next to her warm body, simmering in a profound mixture 
of affection, arousal, and self-loathing. 

But during sex... during sex, she would coax me to 
whisper the secrets of what happened behind that closed 
door. And she would cum like crazy while I told her all 
about it.

A part of me thought, holy shit. There it is, before 
me. It's on the plate! She would really let me molest 
her little girl. And it crossed my mind that, well... 
if Cathy thinks it's okay... then why shouldn't I? And 
I felt absolutely certain Jessica would be as eager and 
willing a pet as her mother had been in her day. 

So should I do it? Should I walk right in there and 
seduce the little girl? Oh god, the idea of it was so 
kinky, so exciting. I wanted to. I wanted desperately 
to experience that most forbidden of sexy thrills. I 
even had the mother's tacit permission.

But still, it didn't feel right. I might be able to get 
away with it. But it would form an inevitable barrier 
between Cathy and me. And between her and her daughter. 
I knew it. She would end up hating me. She would end up 
hating herself. I was sure of it. It wouldn't be right.

As I took the robes off the hook in the master bath... 
the matching silk robes--mine full length, hers a 
shorty-- it occurred to me what the big flaw in the 
scenario was. The missing piece. She had said it 
herself, a number of times: it wasn't so much the fact 
that the man was molesting her that had thrown the 
wedge between Cathy and her mother. It was the secrecy. 
It was the fact that her mother and she could never 
talk about it, or share, or be open, or be connected by 
it. Young Cathy had desperately wanted her mother to be 
there for her. But instead, she felt abandoned by the 
silence. The denial. The elephant in the living room 
created a sense of shame and lonely separation.

And if I was to walk right in to Jessica, leaving Cathy 
alone on the chair, she would permit it. Yes. Perhaps 
even feel a lustful satisfaction for it. But she would 
feel abandoned once again. It would eat at her heart, 
bit by bit. No. It wouldn't be right.

As I slipped my robe on, carrying Cathy's to her, I 
thought that maybe it didn't have to be that way. Maybe 
Cathy didn't have to be excluded. Perhaps she could be 
there for Jessica. Literally. Perhaps it would bring 
the three of us together, rather than exclude us into 
secret separate camps. Rather than make us lonely. It 
could make us connected.

I didn't know if it could happen. I didn't know if it 
SHOULD happen. But as I walked toward Cathy, still 
reclining naked on the chair as I had left her, I felt 
a deep swelling of love for this wonderful woman, and a 
firm conviction that the only way-- the ONLY way-- I 
would breach the barrier of trust with Jessica, was 
with Cathy there, to guide the way.

I knelt before her, between her legs, gently spreading 
the silk robe over her body, to protect her from the 
chill. Her chest was still damp with my semen, but the 
robe had enough cum stains on it already, it didn't 
matter. I'd take them both to the dry cleaners this 
week. I placed my hand affectionately on the side of 
her face. "I love you so much, Cathy. I swear. I will 
never do anything to hurt you. Or Jessica."

She smiled, but didn't make eye contact. 

Finally she whispered, "Am I a good mother?"

"Yes," I said seriously. "Cathy. You are a VERY good 
mother. I know how much you love her. And so does she."

"But, I mean..." Her words trailed off, but I knew what 
she meant. She was referring to the wedge of secrecy, 
the loneliness, the barrier of abandonment that she 
still felt with her own mom.

"You're not her, Cathy. You are a MUCH better mother 
than she was."

"I don't want to make the same mistakes she did. I want 
to do it better."

"You are a GOOD mother, Cathy. A really really good 
mother. You guys are so close. You aren't pushing her 
away."

"I hate having secrets from her."

"Then don't have any, Hon." I chuckled, trying to steer 
her with humor, from this potentially new slide toward 
depression. "She just saw us having sex. That's one 
thing, at least, that's sure not a secret any more." I 
grinned.

She looked back with a hint of her old erotic gleam. 
"You're right." She smiled, and melted into my arms. 
"God... it felt so good, just now. So good. I love you 
so much."

"Mmmmm. I love you too, Sweetheart. You are sooo 
wonderful." I slid down her body and placed my face 
softly between her legs. "And, ooooo... I love your 
pussy. Let me taste... your mother again." I pressed my 
lips to her slimy quim and licked slowly and deeply. 
"MMmm... Your mother tastes so good... she tastes sooo 
good." 

"OOOHH!" she exclaimed with a little squirm. 

I scooped up a tongueful of her womanly essence, and 
raised back up to her. She took my tongue eagerly into 
her mouth and sucked with a deep moan. 

I pulled my tongue from between her lips, and 
whispered, "Should we go to bed? Or should we say 
goodnight to Jessica first?"

"I... I don't know," she replied.

I smiled at her, and pushed myself up to my feet, then 
reached down to help her stand from the chair. Her legs 
were a little wobbly. I held the robe while she slipped 
her arms into the sleeves. I wrapped my arms around her 
from behind and kissed her neck. She nuzzled back into 
me.

"Come on," I whispered. "Let's go say goodnight." 
Holding her in my arms I began walking her toward her 
daughter's room. She moved her legs with mine without 
resistance as we approached the door. I could feel her 
heart beating.

"Tom, wait," she said, suddenly halting.

I paused right along with her, letting her decide. "To 
your room then?"

"I..." She turned to face me, and melted into my arms. 
"I don't know." 

I held her comfortingly. "Let's go to bed, then. It's 
been a wonderful night."

"No... I... I just..." Again, she seemed at a loss for 
words. "What if she's in there wanting to talk to us 
about it? What if she's feeling lonely? She... she may 
be confused by what we just did. Maybe we should talk 
to her." 

I smiled. She was arguing the case for going in to 
Jessica. She wanted to. I knew she did.

"Then we should just be honest with her. We don't have 
to do anything, Cathy. Just let her know we love her. 
And answer any questions she might have. And let her 
know everything's okay."

"I do love her so much."

"I know you do, Honey. And so do I."

She took a deep breath, as if gathering her resolve, 
then took my hand, and together, we stepped up to her 
daughter's door.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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