Reprinted with Author’s permission
I downed a warm slug of my Bloody Mary, wandered over to the stereo and turned up the music. The sweet soul groove of Al Green filled the room, and all I could do was stare into space, sighing heavily. Here I was: a sexy single woman, alone on Saturday night with nothing to do.
I'm Lucy Gable, a 36-year-old mother of two, and my entire life was just about to be turned upside down.
And yeah, this is how it all began -- me pottering around the living room in sexy panties and a camisole, sipping a drink, hungry for something more. Something like a few good rounds of wild-ass fucking with some willing partner, hard and intense enough to break my bed frame.
So why, you ask, wasn't I out on the town, trolling for action? Well, it's not as if I couldn't have scored a bedmate, believe you me. I was still a very desirable woman -- blessed with a great body that I have diligently cared for through the years, and a real talent for giving pleasure. I’ve always loved sex, ever since losing my virginity at fifteen, and have seldom had a problem finding a willing guy or gal to fulfill my needs. I was bisexual, with a strong preference for women, and there was a time when I had a steady stream of lovers to keep me warm.
But for the last few years, I’d done my best to clean up my act and be a respectable mother for my youngest daughter Belinda. On most weekend nights I just watched television, then ended up going to bed and masturbating myself to sleep.
The main reason I worked so hard to create a wholesome atmosphere for Belinda, who had just turned twelve at the time my story begins, is because I'd screwed up so badly with my older daughter Pepper -- who, by the way, had moved out by then. She left two weeks after her seventeenth birthday, taking her things across town to shack up with a lesbian girlfriend.
It was inevitable that she was going to flee the nest, I suppose. Pepper saw me as nothing more than a big hypocrite -- always being so conservative and getting on her for the way she dressed and behaved. She clearly remembered the days when Belinda was just a baby. Back then, it wasn’t unusual for her to peek into the living room late at night and find me on the floor with my dress hiked up around my waist, riding the cock of some guy she'd never seen before -- or naked and entangled in a juicy sixty-nine on the sofa with another woman.
You see, my husband Mel had walked out on me when I was pregnant with Belinda, though I guess I couldn't blame him for that. He'd already caught me cheating on him three times, twice with women, once with a man -- and when he came home early one afternoon from the used car lot where he worked to find me in bed with my gal pal Cheryl, her face buried between my thighs while she fondled my hugely swollen belly... well that, as they say, was the last straw. Only I didn't know it just then.
Two weeks later, when I got home from the hospital with my newborn girl, mad as a hornet and wanting to know where my goddamn husband had sneaked away to after dropping me off at the maternity ward, I got a big surprise: turns out that while I was giving birth to Belinda, he'd raced right back to the house, packed all his things and fucked off to parts unknown. Didn't even leave a note.
I've never seen him since -- and frankly, could care less. Really, Mel's departure was the best stroke of luck I'd had in ages. At that point in our marriage, he'd become a complete waste of space.
For several years after that, I was a woman on a sexual rampage, going to bed with whoever I wanted. Mostly women, but there were a few guys now and again. Problem was, I was setting a lousy example for Pepper, who was getting pretty wild herself before she hit twelve. Eventually I realized that I needed to straighten up and fly right before Belinda began to follow her big sister's example. Oh, I still dated occasionally, but for the most part I forced myself into the role of a respectable suburban mother. I was the square peg, crammed into the round hole.
It was never an easy thing, of course. I missed the crazy hedonistic times when I was a sex freak and proud of it -- like that night at the bar when, in the mood for a kinky dare, I slipped under our table and went down on all three of the ladies who were with me, then tongue-kissed a fourth girlfriend when she arrived a couple of minutes later to give her a taste of what she'd missed. Or that time when these two bisexual cops I used to hang out with fucked me at the same time -- one in front, one from behind -- then sixty-nined each other while I watched, their cocks still moist from my cunt and asshole.
Those were the kind of shenanigans I'd forced myself to leave behind, and it had been one hell of a struggle. You see, perverted sex wasn't something I could simply dip into now and again, like making a box of candy last for an entire month. No, when it came to the kinky shit, I was more like the glutton you'd find sprawled on the floor an hour after opening the box, surrounded by wrappers, face smeared with chocolate. I couldn't be my old, wanton self in half measures -- so I had to give it up completely, settling for a taste of vanilla sex every now and then to keep me from going completely nuts.
Trouble was, Pepper clearly recognized the slut that still lurked inside me, and she never believed my change in lifestyle, not for a minute. Oh, she knew I wasn't indulging in the same crazed sex play as before -- but she knew how badly I hungered for it, and that only made me seem ridiculous in her eyes. Hell, she knew all the twisted things that got me hot just from snooping through my porno collection, which I could never safely hide from her, no matter how I tried.
As Pepper came into her mid-teen years, she became more and more defiant toward me. She made it a point to dress and act in as slutty a manner as possible. Skirts became shorter and shorter, and she went without panties as often as not. She seemed to get a kick out of flashing her pussy, even with Belinda in the room.
Her actions definitely disturbed me. Not so much because she was being so lewd, or that she was doing it in front of her little sister, but because I found myself so damn excited by her behavior. She reminded me of myself at her age, only she was even sexier than I had been. I could hardly tear my eyes away from the sight of her cunt when she exposed it. Pepper's slutty attitude got me positively frazzled, and she played that for everything she was worth. Sometimes, she’d even go as far as to casually stroke her clit in front of me.
The crowd she'd begun to hang out with all dressed and acted just like her –- hot and ready for action. Some of her girlfriends were her age, some were older. Whether they were fourteen or twenty-three, they all seemed as if they’d just strutted from the pages of a girlie magazine.
It was on the first night of summer vacation that I hesitantly let her go out with a couple of her older girlfriends, blindly thinking that they seemed more responsible than most of the girls in Pepper's circle, and would keep her out of trouble.
Christ almighty, was I wrong. When she finally came stumbling in at four in the morning, I'd been dozing fitfully on the couch, waiting for her. I heard the key turning clumsily in the door, stood and awaited her entrance, arms folded as my daughter staggered inside.
Pepper looked as if she’d been through a hurricane. Her hair was awry, her lipstick smeared and she didn’t even have on the same dress she'd left the house in. My heart sank at the sight of her.
When her eyes lit upon me, Pepper behaved as if she didn’t even know who I was -- at first, anyhow.
“Hey, baby... wanna fuck?” she slurred as she stepped up to me. I stood frozen to the spot as she slipped one hand into the folds of my bathrobe, then pulled my face down to hers with the other, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her tongue forced its way between my lips.
I was in shock -- but before I could respond, she slid her hand into my panties, fondling my vulva. She wriggled a finger into me, and I gasped as I recognized the familiar smell and taste of pussy on her lips.
It was as if she knew exactly which buttons to push to get me hot. Her skillful fingers, her sleazy behavior, the sticky essence of cunt that coated her mouth -- I was so wet that I could hear Pepper's fingers squishing in my pussy as she masturbated me.
Somehow, though, I summoned up the inner strength to push her away.
Pepper lost her balance, falling backwards onto the living room carpet. When she did, her dress flew up, revealing that she was naked underneath. No panties... golly gee, what a surprise. Even in the dim light, I could see that her shaved pussy was wet and juicy.
She paused for a second in her drugged daze, then grinned at me. “Oh, so you like to get rough with little girls, do you?" she purred. "Well you're in luck, Mom, cause I like it rough too.” Pepper rolled over, thrusting her ass toward me. “Go ahead! Smack my bottom! I’ve been a baaad girl tonight, Mommy.” She reached back and parted her cheeks with the fingers of one hand, revealing the rosebud of her anus.
Staring down at her gorgeous, upturned bottom, I couldn’t move or speak.
“Or if you want, Mommy... you could play with my butthole,” she cooed, easing a fingertip into her ass.
I could smell how aroused she was -- and I could also feel my own cunt pulsating like a heart between my legs. Fucking tease, I thought. If she weren’t my daughter, I'd... I'd...
My body seethed with frustrated lust as I stood behind Pepper, watching her lewd display. Suddenly I realized that, without intending to, I'd allowed my fingers to drift between my thighs, tracing my clit through the front of the gauzy panties I wore.
Pepper cocked her head sideways, saw me masturbating, then smiled wickedly. "Mmm, yes, sexy Mommy," she whispered in a little girl's voice. "Touch yourself... touch me." Her voice grew shaky as she probed her rectum even deeper. "B-baby needs Mommy to, ooooh, to t-tickle her pussy..."
Every atom of me was on fire, and I was on the verge of giving into complete madness and reaching out for my daughter when I heard a second voice behind me say, “Mommy? What are you doing?”
It was Belinda! My heart skipped in mid-beat.
I quickly jerked my hand away from my crotch and stammered out some kind of a response, “Oh! Uh, n-nothing, sweetheart. Your sister's not feeling well, that's all. You -- you need to go to bed, it’s late.”
Knowing I wasn’t going to be able to get Pepper decent right then, I swiftly shooed Belinda back into her room. Of course, she began hitting me with a barrage of questions -- and I didn’t have a single answer for her. I simply told her to get in bed and stay in there until morning, or else.
When I crept back into the living room, Pepper was lying dazed in the middle of the floor, fondling her breasts. Taking a deep breath, I moved to where she lay.
"Come on, honey," I murmured, trying to sound much calmer than I actually was. "Let's get you to bed."
Somehow, I managed to help her up and down the hall to her room.
When I sat her on the bed she grabbed the sides of her dress, yanked it off and tossed it to the floor, then lay down completely naked.
Pepper stared up at me lustfully, her thighs parted. She winked, slipping a hand between her legs. I gaped as she began to stroke her vulva, her eyes burning into mine.
“Mommy, I’m all hot and bo-thered,” she purred as she touched herself, gazing up at me suggestively. "Come play with me..."
I was captivated by my 16-year-old daughter’s raw sexuality. She was one delicious looking girl, lying there in front of me and fondling her pussy. I couldn’t fault anyone for wanting her, even myself -- but I had to resist!
I closed my eyes, shook my head in an attempt to stabilize myself, mumbled, “Go to sleep, it’s late,” then practically ran from her room.
Once safely behind my locked door, I masturbated myself into three wrenching orgasms within five minutes, finally passing out in the sweat-dampened bedsheets.
After that night, things were very different between me and Pepper. Before, when she flashed her cunt at me or touched herself while I was in the room, it was to get me flustered; to mock what she saw as my hypocrisy. Now my daughter knew that I lusted after her -- and she took full advantage of that knowledge, using every slutty trick at her disposal to make me hot.
She kept flirting with me, trying to get me into bed with her. I barely managed to keep it from happening, even though we both knew that, deep down inside, I wanted it. She might have worn down my resistance, too, in the end. Instead, she moved out to shack up with one of the older girls in her clique.
I was relieved -- but also, I had to admit, a bit disappointed. Even though I'd never let Pepper have her way with me, I still dreamed of my oldest girl, to the point of making her a frequent star in my masturbation fantasies.
Somehow, though, I still managed to stick to the straight and narrow, despite a constant craving for sex; doing my best to ensure that Belinda wouldn't turn out as unrestrained as her big sister.
Which brings me back to where I was at the beginning of this story, six months after Pepper left -- slightly tipsy, horny as a she-goat and traipsing around the house in panties and silk camisole.
Belinda was spending the night with her best friend Mary, who lived next door. She and her mother Janet had moved here the previous summer from San Francisco. Mary is a sweet kid, always polite -- the kind of girl I'd always wished Pepper would choose for a friend. She and Belinda were practically inseparable, even though at fifteen, Mary was four years older.
I wandered around the house, wondering if I should put on a porno tape and get myself off. Or should I save it for later, a reward for making it through the day?
That decision was interrupted by a sudden dose of motherly reality when I glanced into Belinda’s room and caught a glimpse of how messy it was. With an exasperated sigh, I began to pick up the clothes that were scattered carelessly about on the floor, draped over the back of her desk chair, hanging from the knob of her closet door, peeping from under the bed.
When I opened a dresser drawer to put away a couple of t-shirts I'd washed for her the other day, I caught a glimpse of something tucked beneath her folded clothes. I reached in and pulled out a thin stack of Polaroid pictures.
I glanced at the first photo, then gasped in complete shock.
The picture was a close-up of a naked young girl, face down on a bed with her ass up. The girl’s hair was bright green, obviously a wig. The next two pictures were close-ups of the girl’s bottom, but in these another female hand was touching her baby-smooth slit. I noticed the wetness that glistened on the lips of her pussy -- she was obviously very excited.
When I saw the fourth picture, I nearly screamed.
Sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, with the green-haired girl’s face buried in her crotch... was Mary, the girl next door!
Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as she held the other girl’s face between her slender legs. She was totally naked except for a black leather collar. The other girl's ass was high in the air, the photo clearly revealing her hairless cunt and anus.
In the last picture, another woman was partially in the frame. Her leg was propped up on the bed beside Mary’s head, and Mary was running her hand up the leg and staring hungrily at the woman's lush pubic triangle. This third person looked to be an older female -- definitely not a teenager.
I stared at those last two pictures and began to feel my pussy getting wet. Almost without thinking, I slipped a hand into my panties to explore the heat building in my throbbing vulva. I stared in amazement at the lustful expression on Mary's face as she gazed up at the woman’s cunt. I visualized myself standing over her like that, the cute teen ogling my pussy with a ‘let me taste you’ look in her eyes. I began to lightly brush my clitoris as I became engrossed in this fantasy.
But then curiosity reared its head, interrupting my self-stimulation. Where had these snapshots been taken -- and what on earth was Belinda doing with them?
I'd never been in the bedrooms of Mary’s house before, but I wondered if these were taken there. Surely not, I thought. They had only lived next door for a few months, and I was still getting to know them, but Janet seemed like such a nice, normal mother -- certainly nowhere near as unruly as I'd been. She wouldn’t allow something like this to go on inside her own home. After all, Belinda has spent the night with Mary before...
Then it hit me.
My god, NO! I thought as I pored through the photos again, examining the back and bottom of the girl eating Mary's pussy. Could it... could that be Belinda between her legs?
I stared carefully at the pictures, but couldn’t tell for sure. It had been a couple of years since I'd glimpsed my daughter naked, and I’d certainly never seen her ass so lewdly displayed before. But the girl's body was exactly her size.
Head spinning, I stuffed the pictures back in Belinda's drawer, then numbly headed down the hall and out the back door of my house. I stood in the yard, breathing deeply of the evening air, trying to still my racing heart.
It was a warm summer night, and the only sounds to be heard were crickets and a faint sound of cars in the distance. I stood there in panties and camisole, staring over at the lights of my neighbor’s house. What should I do? I asked myself. I drifted over to the fence that separated our two backyards, lost in thought.
Reaching a decision, I grabbed the arm of one of our lawn chairs and dragged it to the fence, then climbed up to stand on it and peer over. I now had a direct view into Janet's living room through a set of large glass patio doors. All I could see was a long brown couch with a potted plant placed at one end. No one seemed to be around.
Suddenly I saw Janet through the glass doors as she sauntered into the living room. I was stunned to see her dressed in nothing but a bra and high heels, completely nude from the waist down.
She paused in front of the glass, unaware of being observed, looking back at an area of the room that was obscured from my view. She stood in a rather seductive pose, smiling, clearly enjoying what she saw.
Janet had a lovely body -- and despite my concerns, I couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of her. Especially when she began to dance in a very sexy way, moving to some music I could sense more than hear. Her lewdness made my pussy throb. Unable to help myself, I slid a hand into my panties and began to stroke my clitoris again.
Janet unfastened and removed her bra, tossing it carelessly to one side, then brought a hand up to her beautiful breasts, caressing them, gliding a palm over her nipples. Then she snaked that hand down to plunge between her thighs, fingers curving into her thick pubes. As she stroked her pussy she moved backwards a few steps, then flopped down on the couch, spreading her legs wide apart as she continued to masturbate. Jesus, she was sexy. But where the fuck was Belinda?
As she fondled her cunt, Janet looked back over to the side of the room I couldn't see. She was obviously getting off on what she was watching -- a porno film, perhaps?
The buzzing of crickets was now accompanied by the sound of my fingers, squishing wetly between my thighs.
Suddenly I froze, a chill racing down my spine as I sensed the presence of another person behind me.
I was rooted to the spot, belly clenched in terror. My mind sized up the situation in a split second: there I was, perched on a lawn chair in skimpy underwear, a hand stuffed in my panties, masturbating as I spied on my next door neighbor. Oh God oh God oh God...
I had no idea what to expect at that moment -- even then, what happened next caught me completely by surprise.
A pair of hands reached for and grasped the waistband of my panties, then slowly drew them down until they ringed my ankles. I bit my lip, choking down an insane impulse to scream -- then I gasped aloud when I felt those hands, clearly those of another woman, fondling my ass.
I slowly began to turn my head, desperate to take a quick look behind me. As if reading my mind, the feminine intruder hissed, "Be still." Heart smashing against my ribcage, I meekly obeyed.
Well, at least it's not the police, I told myself, as those soft hands caressed my bottom. I was still staring over the fence as Janet rose from the couch, padded over to the patio doors and drew the blinds shut. The show was over, but not on my side of the fence. There was a woman behind me, and now I felt her hands spreading my buttocks open.
My fear was quickly melting away, overtaken by the thrill of being seduced. I waited, my body taut as a bass string in anticipation of what this unexpected visitor had planned for me.
Then, the most wonderful warm, wet tongue slowly licked up through my wet cunt and between my cheeks. As I trembled with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief, her tongue began to concentrate on my asshole, trailing down from time to time to tease my pulsing slit. It was clear that this woman was highly skilled in the art of oral play.
I moaned as the woman’s tongue forced its way into my rectum, her fingers seeking and finding my clitoris. My body shuddered in ecstasy as I came on her first entry. I eagerly pushed my ass back into her face for more, tightly gripping the top of the fence.
She continued to lick my ass as I rode out my orgasm, those lovely fingers keeping it going, drawing out the pleasure until I saw stars.
I found myself resting my forehead against the fence, breathing heavily. The woman drew away, then took my hand. Without a word she guided me down from my perch atop the deck chair. The porch light was switched off, and I could only detect our outlined shapes in the sparse moonlight, but that was enough for me to see my mystery partner as she lay down on the chair, tugging her skirt up to her waist, the triangle of her pubes barely visible. She spread her legs wide, waiting for me.
I looked down on her, licking my lips. There's nothing on God's green earth that's better than the taste of a juicy cunt -- and it had been a long while since I'd savored that thick, earthy essence that got me higher than any wine.
Carefully straddling her face, I lowered my mouth to her pussy, pausing first to inhale deeply, savoring her musky aroma. She was dripping wet and highly aroused. Wasting no more time, I planted my mouth on her heat-swollen sex for a deep, probing kiss. The woman immediately responded, burrowing her face between my thighs.
Oh, she was a firecracker. Her fingers found my anus and entered, working their way in and out, my new lover going backdoor style on my ass while she ate me. I happily returned the favor, crooking a finger into my mystery lover's rectum as I went down on her.
I wanted to get really nasty, so I pulled out my fingers and ran my tongue down to her nether hole, pushing her thighs further apart to gain access. She drew her knees up and back, offering her ass to me.
I licked a circle around the anal pucker, then pushed against the rosebud with the tip of my tongue. She moaned into my cunt, then began nibbling at my inflamed clit. I exploded in a blinding orgasm within seconds. And from the way my new friend squirmed and bucked beneath me, her breath hot and fierce against my inner thighs, it seemed that she was climaxing quite nicely herself.
I gently kissed her clit, then twisted myself around on top of the woman and kissed her belly, making my way up to her succulent breasts. I nuzzled them, licking each nipple in turn. As my mouth wandered up her neck, she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her own, kissing me hungrily. My tongue tangled crazily with hers. Finally, our lips gently parted.
My mysterious lover spoke. "Hi, Mom."
I almost died. It was Pepper! My own seventeen-year-old daughter!
I tried to pull away, but she clutched me tightly, drawing my face to hers once more. As her mouth met mine, she forced her tongue between my lips, feeding me the taste of my cunt.
I fought the kiss for a few seconds, but that old familiar desire for Pepper was too much to resist. Too much...
I began to respond, my tongue flashing to life in her eager mouth. We made out for a long time, her body grinding exquisitely against mine, our mouths crushed together.
Finally we lay hugging, out of breath, our partially clothed bodies lovingly entwined. As I nuzzled Pepper's neck, I wondered how I had resisted her for so long. Her hands slid down my back to caress my ass, and I realized that, even after enjoying two orgasms in the last ten minutes, my desire for her was swiftly renewing itself. Jesus, I already wanted to fuck my daughter again.
I extracted myself from Pepper's arms and shakily stood, pulling her up with me. "Come on," I whispered, and we quickly crossed the backyard and entered the house.
As the back door closed, Pepper pushed me against the wall, claiming my mouth with hers. I whimpered as her hungry lips moved against mine, her tongue fucking in and out of my eager mouth. My daughter's crotch ground against me, making my head spin.
I escaped from her arms just long enough to frantically tear off my camisole. Kicking her sandals to one side, Pepper smiled wickedly and dropped her skirt, stepping out of it as she stripped off her open blouse, tossing it away. We were both naked now, and we stared at one another for a long moment. Her eyes smoldered with raw, naked desire, her cheeks flushed, hair mussed. God, she'd never seemed so beautiful.
Our bodies came together in a frenzied embrace. Even after what we'd already done, I was seething with lust!
We kissed passionately, then Pepper stepped back and lay down on the carpet, thighs spread wide. She looked at me, licking her lips lustfully, then flicked her tongue. "C'mere," she breathed.
It felt so depraved, but I couldn’t resist what she was offering me. Once again I raised my leg over her head and squatted down above her face, lowering my vulva to Pepper's waiting mouth.
“God, Mom,” she whispered, “I love you, love your pussy so much. I’ve wanted this for ages...” Her tongue slowly licked my slit from the bottom to the top.
I began grinding my wet cunt into Pepper’s face, gasping, “Oh, honey -- I love you too!” I smeared my juices from her nose to her chin, then back up again. Her tongue flicked at my clit in passing.
Then I leaned back onto my hands, lowering my ass to my daughter’s mouth. Her tongue quickly found its way into my butt crack.
Jesus, my daughter rimmed me like a pro. The way she pumped her tongue in and out and licked tiny circles around my asshole drove me wild. My hand blindly found its way between Pepper's thighs, and I shoved two fingers into her.
I was rocking atop her face, my breath hissing through clenched teeth while I fucked Pepper hard and fast. I still couldn’t believe I was finally realizing my most forbidden fantasy -- incest with my oldest daughter!
She shifted from my anus back to my cunt, going down on me while she pried my buttocks apart with one hand. I cried out loud as she slid a finger deep into my rectum, just as her lips surrounded my throbbing clitoris. That’s when I exploded in climax, my body clenching and unclenching like some enormous hand as jolts of pleasure ripped through me.
I don’t know how long it lasted. All I can say is that when I came back down to earth, Pepper and I kissed and snuggled for a few minutes, our heated, sweat-glazed bodies nestled tightly together. Then we began making love all over again.
We were insatiable. The hunger and desire I felt for my sexy daughter seemed to consume me whole. We never even took the time to move to a bed, or even the couch -- we just fucked right there on the shag carpet. Finally I dozed off, utterly spent.
(To be continued…)
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