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The Visit
By Anonymous (1994)
***
This story does not have a particularly happy ending.
What happened here eventually caused a mother to
disavow the affections of her daughter. The tragedy may
appear to be slight on the surface, but the long term
implications are possibly devastating. We do not dwell
on the negative, however, nor is this a morality play;
the purpose of this story is otherwise. (FF, dom, inc,
enema)
***
CHAPTER 1
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Janet Abruzzi had been divorced for 10 years. Her
marriage had been stormy at best, but when her husband
George, had gotten wind of an affair Janet was having
with his business partner's wife he became livid with
jealousy and anger and set about to gather proof with
an aim to dumping her and getting custody of the
children. Janet had always been a little too wild for
his tastes anyway, and now seemed like a good time to
make the split he felt was in his and the children's
best interests.
George's religious fervor led him to believe that Janet
was evil and a bad influence on the children. At one
point George got the opportunity through subterfuge and
actually walked in on his wife and her girlfriend while
they were sexually engaged and at that point demanded
an immediate divorce.
Following a bloody court battle during which George won
custody of the children, but which allowed his wife
visitation rights, Janet moved from Chicago to a small
suburb of Los Angeles and got a good job selling real
estate. There she started a new life and became active
in a number of civic activities in addition to her
successful business ventures. Although she never again
married she did continue a number of relationships with
both men and women. During this period the three
children, two girls and two boys, all finished school
and left home.
Karen Lubanski, Janet's younger daughter was now
married and living with her husband, Harold, in
Chicago. It had been more than 3 years since Janet and
Karen had seen one another although she talked on the
phone almost every week with Karen as she did with the
other three children.
Karen's husband was in the service and had just been
shipped overseas for his third six-month tour of duty.
That wouldn't have been a problem except that Karen had
just had her first baby 3 months previously. Sensing
this could cause some problems, Karen's husband
suggested they invite her mother to come stay with her
while he was away. That's how this all began.
Karen was 12 years old when her parents divorced and
she continued to live with her father who was granted
custody. Her father was a strict catholic and continued
Karen's upbringing in this manner sending her to
parochial schools. It wasn't until she was 16 and
almost graduated from high school that Karen was even
allowed out on a date.
As such, sex with boys was not a major activity in her
life. On the other hand, however, she had discovered
the solitary vice at the age of 14 and engaged in that
practice on a regular basis. It was a sort of skeleton
in her closet which she looked upon as evil but
necessary. She first learned about masturbating through
reading about it in the pornography her brothers used
to hide in their closet and which she would sometimes
sneak into when no one was around. She also read about
it in the teenage sex manual her father had given her.
Being shy, she decided against asking her father about
the subject and turned instead to her sister,
Catherine, who was 3 years older than she. Catherine,
the bold one in the family, went beyond mere words in
explaining the subject to Karen and proceeded to
demonstrate what for her it was all about and how to do
it. That's all it took. Karen tried it and was hooked
from the first time. She found it exciting and
relaxing.
The downside, however, was that it left her with a
sense of guilt which the nuns at school had instilled
in her about sex - especially masturbation, a mortal
sin. No matter, she thought, every once in a while I
just have to do it or go crazy. In addition to this,
her mother had taken the opportunity on a number of
occasions during summer visits to discuss sex with her
and finally managed to dispel the idea that Karen's
masturbating was sinful and immoral.
Having been assured that she wasn't crazy and that it
was a healthy, normal practice, Karen pursued
masturbating regularly. It was the one thing in her
life that was wholly her own and she enjoyed the
secretiveness of it. She would often revel in the idea
that she, known as a quiet, retiring and shy young
woman, could be so wanton and abandoned as to engage in
jacking herself off.
Who would imagine such a thing! On the whole, Karen
considered herself just ordinary with the usual likes
and dislikes of a normal teenager as she perceived a
normal teen to be. One instance, however, left an
indelible mark on her memory and was to make her
question her so-called normality and ultimately change
her life.
As a new wife a whole new world of joy was opened up
for her. Her husband was a gentle and ardent lover and
led her into a new area in her life that she found
wholly pleasurable and fulfilling and although she
continued to masturbate regularly her main sexual
activity was centered around her husband - in person
and in fantasy. Still, there was one dark corner in the
sexual part of her life that she kept buried and
wouldn't dream of discussing with anyone. When she was
17, Karen had spent her last regular summer vacation
under court order with her mother in California. It was
during this visit that Karen got a glimpse of a very
disturbing and puzzling side of her nature.
Late one evening during that visit, Karen returned home
from down the street where she had been visiting with
the neighbors. She entered the house quietly thinking
her mother was asleep and not wanting to disturb her.
When she got upstairs and was tip-toeing past her
mother's bedroom she happened to notice through the
half opened door that the bed stand lamp was on and the
room was bathed in a soft subdued light. She thought
that maybe her mother was just reading before going to
sleep, but a soft, low moaning sound gave her the
impression that her mother might be ill.
Growing concerned she decided to see if there was
anything she could do in case her mother needed help.
As she silently stuck her head around the side of the
door and peeked into the room she was greeted with a
most unexpected sight which shook her greatly. There,
in plain view, was her mother sitting astride the
thighs of another woman approximately her mother's own
age that she had never seen before. Karen was so
dumbfounded by the spectacle that she was unable to
move. Both women were completely naked and obviously
under the spell of great sexual arousal. As she stood
there staring she became aware of the almost
overpowering aroma of perfume mixed with sex odor. She
also noticed with surprise that she was getting very
sexually excited - it was the first time in her life
that she had ever witnessed other people having sex
live.
As Karen remained rooted to the spot watching intently,
her mother used the thumbs and fingers of both hands to
roughly pull and twist her turgid nipples while the
woman she was straddling reached up and cupped her
breasts in her hands from underneath and squeezed them.
Suddenly and without warning her mother turned her head
and looked directly at Karen. Her expression was one of
such animal lust that Karen would never forget it. She
was mortified and wanted to run, but as if in a
nightmare she was totally powerless to move.
As mother and daughter continued to stare at each other
Janet began to cum and her body went absolutely rigid
as the orgasm hit its zenith. She did not avert her
eyes, however, and this had the effect of keeping
Karen's gaze locked to hers. As the powerful waves of
climax began to surge through her Janet once again
began to manipulate her nipples as her body started to
spasm over its entire length. The orgasm finally began
to subside and her mother flopped forward on the other
woman and began to fiercely kiss her thus breaking the
visual spell with Karen who then gathered all her
strength and turning, stole off down the hall to her
own room on rubbery, shaky legs.
Her movements slow and deliberate, as if in a trance,
Karen removed her clothes and crawled under the sheets
naked without bothering to put on her the nightgown she
usually wore. She then became consciously aware of how
sexually aroused she was. She was astounded to discover
that her cunt was flooded with a massive effusion of
juice.
Without giving it another thought, she lowered one hand
to her sopping pussy and furiously masturbated herself
to a thunderous orgasm as she used her other hand to
yank and pull on one of her swollen nipples. The vision
of her mother's lovely face twisted gruesomely in
sexual rut swam before her tightly clenched eyelids as
her orgasm ripped through not only her body but her
very soul as well. Immediately, her entire being
literally dove into an exhaustive sleep.
***
The next morning it was as if nothing had ever happened
the night before. From that day on it was never
referred to; not a word was ever been mentioned of the
affair. It got to a point where Karen even began
doubting that the incident had ever taken place. From
then on, however, the vision of her mother leering at
her in her totally abandoned sexual hunger haunted
Karen. When awake, she could usually force the vision
of her mother's face away.
Asleep, it was a different matter. She dreamed now and
then of the incident and always woke up from the dream
in an aroused state and unless she relieved herself by
jerking off right then and there the dream would leave
her listless and bothered for hours to come. Try as she
might, Karen could not get the occasional picture of
her mother in the throes of sexual frenzy from coming
back unbidden.
Since being married there were occasions when her
husband would be away and she would be alone. When the
sexual tension would reach a high point and there was
no relief she would succumb to masturbating herself as
she had before she was married. On many occasions the
source of her sexual tension was just natural and while
masturbating herself she would fantasize mainly about
her husband. Often, however, as she neared the point of
orgasm her fantasy would change and she would find
herself fantasizing against her will about her mother.
At these times, the point of orgasm was always
accompanied by the sight of her mother's face twisted
in sexual rut from that one occasion. Afterward she
would feel relieved that it was over, but was also
overcome with the usual strong sense of shame and
guilt. Sometimes she would try to just stop frigging
herself by getting up and doing something else to take
her mind off of it, but found that she couldn't
concentrate until she had finished the job. So she
would return resignedly to playing with herself until
it was over.
On a couple of occasions Karen became concerned with
her preoccupation with her mother and considered
seeking professional help if for no other reason than
to assure herself that she wasn't crazy. The sense of
shame and embarrassment attendant with sharing this
with another person, even a professional, prevented
this, however. At those rare times when she would allow
herself to consciously consider the situation, Karen
could admit to herself that it was indeed unusual for a
daughter to be somehow consciously attached to her
mother sexually.
She decided that she was not in love with her mother
either sexually or romantically, but that there was
some sort of attraction that was acting on her. She
also concluded that she was not a lesbian because the
thought of having sex with another woman didn't seem to
effect her one way or the other; she wasn't excited
about the idea, but neither was she repulsed by it.
That her mother might be a lesbian bothered her at
first until she realized that people needn't be just
one way or the other, but could enjoy both hetero- and
homosexual activity. The acceptance on her part of
bisexuality was a blessing to her for it allowed her to
justify her mother's life style.
As to the nature of her attraction for her mother,
Karen continued to be mystified. That Janet was a
beautiful woman there was no doubt; everyone said so,
even her father. She was beautiful to look at even at
the age of 42. Karen had always wanted to have the
beautiful long wavy blond hair and sleek build that her
mother possessed. It gave her an air of confidence and
poise that most women didn't have. Instead, Karen had
inherited her physical characteristics from her father.
She was overly tall at just a fraction of an inch under
six feet. She was also just slightly on the "big" side
as other members of the family used to chide her about.
At one time she thought about pursuing a career as a
model because of her height, but was told by people in
the know that she was not thin enough although she was
not overweight. They said she had big bones. She also
had the dark Italian looks of her father. She had olive
hued skin which tanned very nicely and beautiful, shiny
black hair with haunting dark eyes. Nature had also
been kind to her in the bosom department where it had
skimped on in her mother's case.
Karen had a very full bust which measured a 38C. It was
not just that she had large breasts, but rather that
they were spread out and covered her entire chest and
were firm almost to the point of hardness. For one so
full-breasted it was unusual that she didn't need to
wear a bra, but did so nonetheless out of an innate
sense of modesty.
The one thing that she did share with her mother,
though, were two of the largest nipples she had ever
seen. Her mother, although not nearly as bosomy as
Karen, also had enormous nipples and areole and passed
these on to her daughter. Unlike Janet's pinkish brown
teats, Karen's were a dark purple hue, almost black in
color and curved slightly upward. Her husband Harold
said it was her most sexy feature and would devote
hours to fondling, kissing and sucking them.
Karen was not adverse to this attention because her
breasts, and especially the nipples, also like her
mothers, were extremely erogenous. Although she never
told anyone this because she considered the practice to
be somewhat perverse, when masturbating she would use
her free hand to play with her nipples sometimes to the
point where she would quit frigging her pussy and use
both hands on her breasts. On rare occasions she could
even make herself cum by pulling and twisting her
nipples.
When she got married and discovered the almost
overwhelming sensations created by having someone suck
her tits she tried it once when alone and discovered
that she could easily get her big nipples and areole
into her own mouth. From then on this became a regular
part of her masturbatory technique and she almost
always would orgasm while sucking on her own breast.
At this point, Karen, of course, was not totally aware
of the similarities both women possessed with respect
to their physical sensitivities. She was aware that she
was her mother's daughter in a number of respects, but
that in others she no way resembled her. Where Janet's
personality was often effervescent and outgoing, Karen
was shy and somewhat introverted. This was inherent in
her character and was often taken wrongly for weakness.
Karen had a strong sense of self and an inward
confidence that was not immediately apparent. Her
husband discovered this to his dismay shortly after
they were married.
Janet arrived as planned and things were fine between
mother and daughter the first three days of her
mother's stay. On the fourth day as the evening wore on
while they watched television, Karen became nervous and
cranky. Sensing trouble, Janet was unusually solicitous
and asked her daughter gently what the problem was.
Karen just bitched back that she had a problem with
constipation and the baby not feeding enough leaving
her breasts swollen and tender. Although the doctor
said it wasn't serious it was nonetheless bothersome
and put her in a bad mood.
Trying to be helpful Janet gently offered, "Well, dear,
there is a sure cure for that little constipation
problem."
"I've tried everything, mother, and nothing seems to
work. Apple juice, prune juice, MetMucil, laxatives...
you name it - I've tried it and nothing seems to work!"
"How about an enema? Have you tried that, Karen?" her
mother quizzed.
"Oh, god, mother, nobody does that anymore, do they?"
"I still do on occasion and it works for me every
time."
"Well, even so, I wouldn't have the faintest idea of
how to go about it."
"Well, I'd be glad to help you with it, if you'd like,
dear," Janet said.
"Do you really think it would work?"
"Sure. Why not give it a try. You'll feel much better
afterward, I guarantee."
"Well, if you think so, maybe I will. Anything would be
better than feeling like this all the time."
"Fine, dear. Now... if you want me to help you I'll
need to have a syringe and water bottle?"
Karen looked puzzled, but then said, "I know. I have
the bottle and a douche attachment. Will that work?"
"Don't you have all the stuff that came with the
bottle?"
"Maybe, but I'll have to look," Karen said as she got
up from the dinner table and handing the baby to her
mother went upstairs to look. Five minutes later she
returned with the original box with the water bottle,
hose and the douche nozzle."
"This is all I could find, mother. Will this do?"
"It's not the right tip, but it should work. Just a tad
larger than the regular enema syringe. We can try it
anyway."
All of a sudden there seemed to be a strained silence
until Karen asked, "Well, what should I do?"
"Why don't we go upstairs and put the baby in the crib
and then I'll help you out, OK." Janet rose with the
baby as did Karen and they traipsed upstairs. When the
baby was put down Janet said, "Why don't you just lie
down on the bed, dear, and I'll go fill the bottle.
We'll try just water at first and if that doesn't seem
to work, we'll mix a little oil with it."
Karen, who was dressed in shorts and blouse, lay down
on her back on the bed waiting for her mother. Janet
filled the bottle with warm water from the tub,
attached the hose and nozzle and returned to the
bedroom.
"Now dear, do you have any jelly or Vaseline?"
Without thinking, Karen rolled on her side and opened
the night stand drawer and withdrew a tube of K-Y jelly
and handed it to her mother. Not until she had done so
had she thought about it and then she became suddenly
embarrassed. She was beginning to have second thoughts
about what was going to happen and she seriously
considered just putting a stop to it immediately, but
the excitement and arousal she was beginning to feel
overrode her shame and embarrassment and she remained
silent.
"OK dear, roll over on your stomach and undo your
shorts."
When she had done this and pushed her shorts and
panties down around her knees leaving her buttocks
exposed she suddenly felt once again that strong sense
of shame and the vision of her mother that fateful
night again returned leaving her flushed and uneasy.
"I think it would be a good idea, Karen, if you would
just remove your shorts and panties altogether. It'll
be easier that way," Janet said as she looked at her
daughter's prone figure.
When Karen didn't immediately respond to her mother's
suggestion, Janet just shrugged and said, "Here, I'll
help you with them," and reached down and pulled
Karen's clothes down over her feet and off, throwing
them on the chair against the wall. As she looked down
at her daughter's large, pert ass sticking up she
thought that her daughter really was beautiful for such
a tall full woman.
"Now, dear, if you'll just spread your legs slightly
we'll get this over with."
Karen did as asked and opened her legs a little bit. It
seemed like the longest time until she finally felt the
strange sensation of her mother gently probing a
lubricated finger between her ass cheeks, searching for
her anus. She was not quite on the mark and Karen felt
her mother use her other hand to spread her cheeks and
then the tip of her finger slowly moving over her
puckered hole spreading the jelly. Shame bound as she
was, it occurred to Karen that the sensation of her
mother's manipulating her ass was not unpleasant. It
recalled to mind of her husband's liking of that area
during sex.
Finally having lubed Karen's rectum to her
satisfaction, Janet put more jelly on her finger and
centered it directly on her daughter's asshole. She
then slowly pushed and rotated, probing with her
finger, and it began to enter Karen's rectum. During
all of this Karen didn't make a sound but remained
rigid on the bed to the extent that her mother said,
"Relax, dear, this will be over shortly and you'll feel
much better."
Karen was having trouble remaining relaxed, however,
because she was becoming painfully aware of the
stirrings in her groin. It was all she could do to
control herself and keep from starting to rotate her
hips in order to force the probing finger more deeply
into her asshole.
When Janet had almost her entire finger buried in
Karen's ass she slowly started to remove it. When it
was free, she retrieved the nozzle from the water
bottle and inserted it. She then raised the water
bottle and looped the end string around the top end of
the high bedpost while releasing the valve on the hose
with her other hand. Water then began flowing into
Karen's insides, filling her and also creating a
sensation of pleasure she hadn't expected. The pressure
from the increasing amount of water inside her was also
jangling the nerves in that part of her body.
When the water bottle was finally empty Janet said,
"Now just lie there for a minute or two, Karen, and let
the enema work. And just so you don't dribble I'll just
put my finger back in and stop you up."
Janet then gently inserted her already lubricated
finger back into Karen's anus as she sat down on the
edge of the bed. The sensation of being so full and
having her mother's finger up her ass was working on
Karen and the arousal she was feeling was increasing
gradually. At first she thought she was imagining it,
but she was sure now that her mother was actually
moving her finger in and out of her asshole. Her mother
was really finger-fucking her asshole - she couldn't
believe it. Suddenly, Karen was overcome with the
desire to give herself an orgasm and she couldn't wait
for her mother to leave.
"Mom, I really need to go. Please, let me get up," she
said, impatiently. Janet removed her finger and Karen
could feel the bed move as her mother stood up.
"Come on, dear, I'll help you to the bathroom."
"Oh, mother, I can find it by myself. I'm OK, honest."
Karen slowly got to her feet, sensing that she
shouldn't move too fast, and headed toward the master
bedroom bathroom with Janet trailing her. As she raised
the toilet seat she glanced over her shoulder to see
her mother standing in the doorway. Impatient from the
need to expel the enema and satisfy the desire inside
her she said shortly, "OK, mother, I'm OK. Now, please
just leave."
Janet said, "If you're sure, dear," and reluctantly
turned. Then she added, "If you need anything, just
shout. I'll hear you."
"Yes, mother - now go." As her mother closed the door
Karen sat heavily down on the toilet seat and thought
she would explode right away but nothing happened. She
tried to force it, but still nothing happened so she
finally just sat there frustrated and stewing in her
desire. Then she gave in to her arousal and put her
right hand between her legs and began to rapidly fondle
herself in a shame ridden frenzy. She was surprised at
how wet she was.
At first she thought that some of the enema had leaked
down into her pussy but the consistency was wrong; it
wasn't water - it was cunt juice. Using her fingers she
spread her juices over her entire pussy then began to
concentrate moving two fingers over her clitoris
jacking it back and forth forcefully. It didn't take
long. Before she could imagine it she was up on the
final plateau and still climbing. As she approached
orgasm she reached her other hand in back of her and
down between her cheeks and began to finger her asshole
trying to simulate the same sensation her mother had
created. It wasn't the same, but it felt good
nonetheless.
The orgasm finally hit her and it was powerful. As the
first wave peaked and then dropped off, she lost
control of her rectal muscles, her asshole suddenly
opened up and the enema came spewing out in jets with
each succeeding orgasmic spasm. It went on for what
seemed like forever until Karen was finally spent. She
stopped frigging herself and just sat hunched over in
total exhaustion after having flushed the toilet. She
was wakened from this trance-like state by a knock on
the door from her mother, wondering if she were OK. She
answered yes, then slowly got up and cleaned herself up
at the sink. She then went into the bedroom and flopped
onto the bed and promptly fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER 2
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It was early morning when Karen finally woke up. At
first she didn't even remember going to bed, but as she
slowly sat up her memory began to come back. As she
looked down at herself her foggy memory recalled her
mother having given her the enema followed by her
masturbating in the bathroom and then flopping into
bed. What she could not figure out was how she had
gotten her clothes off and her nightgown on. As she
looked around the room she spotted the clothes she had
on yesterday neatly folded on a chair. She then guessed
correctly that her mother had come in at some time
during the night and put her to bed properly.
Karen lazily rose from the bed and went over to the
dresser where she dug out a new nursing bra and pair of
panties. Putting on the bra she became aware of how
swollen and painful her breasts were. She then rummaged
around in the closet for something to wear. Finding a
clean sleeveless blouse and pair of shorts she put them
on along with bobbysox and her new tennis shoes and
went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her
hair. While doing so she marveled at how good she felt
in spite of the previous evening's activities.
Feeling she had better urinate she lowered her shorts
and panties and sat on the commode. This brought back
more memories of the previous night and how she had sat
in exactly this same spot and brazenly masturbated
herself while openly fantasizing about her mother. As
she began to ruminate once more about the strangeness
of her attraction for her mother she admitted to
herself that she had indeed enjoyed the feel of her
mother's hands on her.
She did enjoy having her mother's finger up her ass -
especially the second time when it felt like Janet was
finger fucking her. It still seemed to Karen as if her
mother had been purposely trying to stimulate her. This
made her wonder if somehow the attraction might be
mutual. Was there even the slightest possibility that
Janet was sexually attracted to her, she wondered.
The whole thing started to seem to her to border on the
ridiculous when she tried to imagine herself engaged in
some sort of sex act with her mother. For the life of
her, she just couldn't picture herself going down on
her mother or vice versa. It was too outrageous. Did
she want to do it? Absolutely not! What then, she
wondered, would she do if given the opportunity to be
sexual with her?
Then it occurred to her that if, instead of lying on
her back in solitary masturbation while fantasizing
about her, her mother were there watching her and she
could look at her when she came, maybe that would solve
this whole business and remove the years-long
fascination she had about it. Karen then blushed at the
thought of having her mother watch her jack off or even
the thought of ever asking her mother to do such a
thing. But it would be exciting she admitted to
herself; awful-filthy-dirty-rotten-perverted - but so
exciting!
Mixed among all of these confusing and troublesome
thoughts was the dreadfully arousing sense that
something was on the brink of changing. Karen couldn't,
however, bring any of these lines of thinking to a
sensible, logical conclusion and decided to just let it
go and let things take their own course.
***
"Did you sleep well, Karen. You've been knocked out for
hours?" her mother asked as Karen entered the living
room where Janet was rocking the baby while watching a
game show on television.
"Wow. I don't know what happened. I feel like I slept
for centuries! How's Sally?" Karen asked, looking down
at her child.
"You were really knocked out. When I came upstairs you
were already zonked out. I got you into bed and that
was some chore, believe me! Sally's just fine -
probably pretty hungry since you haven't fed her all
night long. Are you sure you're OK?"
"Fine, except my tits ache," Karen said, absentmindedly
cupping her breasts in her palms and squeezing gently.
Why don't you give me Sally and we'll see if she's all
that hungry. I sure could use the relief."
Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated
herself at the other end of the couch and undid her
blouse. Pushing the blouse off her shoulder, she pulled
down the flap on the bra cup exposing a swollen breast
with a huge angry dark nipple. She then brought the
baby up to her breast where it began to suckle.
"That's better, huh," her mother commented as she stood
up. "Let me get you a cup of coffee."
"Let's just hope it lasts," Karen said resignedly.
After five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep
so Karen took it over to the crib in the corner of the
room and put it down to nap. Returning to the couch
hitching up her bra and buttoning her blouse it was
obvious she was uncomfortable.
"Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a
suggestion."
"What's that mother," Karen asked, wearily.
"Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if you'd milk
your breasts when you get this way."
"Mother - really! You come up with the most old
fashioned ideas. Does anybody really do that anymore?"
"Does it really matter, Karen," Janet exclaimed,
exasperated with her daughter's attitude, "it works -
or at least it did years ago. I don't see that it
wouldn't today, do you?"
"Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that. But I don't
have one of those breast pump things and they're
expensive as hell."
"You don't need one of those, silly. I just used to use
my hands and it worked just fine. Besides, you can save
the milk and we can use it to feed Sally when you're
not around or are asleep or whatever."
"That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of
special technique you have to learn, or something?"
"If you want, I'll show you how to do it. There's
really nothing to it, you know."
"OK, why don't you show me how it's done."
Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and
then said, "OK, why don't you take off your blouse and
bra. It'll be easier if those things aren't in the
way." Karen then started to unbutton her blouse, but as
she did so she began to feel a little squeamish at the
idea of being totally bare-breasted in front of her
mother. 'That's silly,' she thought, 'she's my mother,
for god's sake.' Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as
she divested herself of the garments. Karen then looked
over at her mother who she caught staring in a
transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge,
turgid inch long nipples jutting slightly upwards from
their angry puckered areole.
At just this moment Karen recognized the look on her
mother's face as much the same one she had seen so many
years ago and had been seeing regularly in her
fantasies; the realization made her insides tighten
involuntarily.
"Mother, are you OK?" Karen asked hesitantly.
"Oh, yes, dear, - fine," Janet seemed to jerk out of
her pre-occupation, "I was just admiring what you
inherited from me that I never had - sorry if I
embarrassed you." Karen was taken aback at her mother's
forthrightness causing her to remain silent without
comment.
Janet then suggested, "It would probably be easiest if
you would sit upright in a straight-backed chair. That
way I can lean over your shoulder and show you how it's
done."
Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with
arousal at the realization that her mother probably
intended to touch her breasts in demonstrating the
milking technique. She had just assumed that Janet
would demonstrate on herself.
"Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother?" Karen
queried.
"Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen," Janet said
rising from the couch and heading toward the back end
of the house. Still absentmindedly absorbed in her
thoughts, Karen also stood and followed her mother.
When they got into the kitchen Janet pulled a chair out
from the table and motioned for Karen to seat herself
which she did, rigidly and ramrod straight. When Karen
was seated, her mother went around behind her and bent
over her.
"Now, I'm going to show you what to do by demonstrating
on your right tit and as I'm doing it I want you to use
your left hand on the other one and imitate what I'm
showing you, OK?"
"Sure, I guess," Karen muttered anxiously, "but won't
we need something to catch the milk in?"
"Well, just for right now let's not worry about
catching the milk. Besides, until you get the hang of
it, the milk's going to go all over the place anyway.
We'll just mop up when we're done."
Karen was really feeling funny now as her mother
reached down with her hand and cupped it under her
right breast. "Go on, use your left hand and put it
under your tit like I'm doing."
When Karen did it, her mother said, "Now put your thumb
on top and your index finger underneath - maybe you'll
want to use two fingers since your nipple is so big -
yeah, like that - and put them behind the nipple and
press downward. Then, while you press downward, pull
out at the same time. See," Janet said as she did what
she described and a spray of milk shot out from her
daughter's nipple landing on the floor in front of
them. "Simple, huh. Now you try it," Janet said.
Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she
kept on she began to express a little milk from her
left breast. Her mother instructed her to adjust the
position of her fingers and on her next attempt she was
surprised to see a number of long streams of milk
jettison from the tip of her nipple.
"The important thing is to get a rhythm going," Janet
coaxed, "now see if you can do it along with me," and
she began to slowly milk her daughter's right breast
with Karen doing her left about at the same pace.
Pretty soon both breasts were shooting milk
simultaneously creating a wet mess on the floor, but
neither woman seemed to be concerned with this.
After about ten pulls on her breasts, Karen realized
that she was becoming extremely aroused by this mammary
manipulation and she could feel her cunt begin to
moisten. Even more confusing to her was the realization
that she was so aroused that if they didn't stop this
pretty soon she might have on orgasm. But she couldn't
stop and her mother wasn't stopping either so she just
remained rigid in the chair, powerless to help herself,
feeling the climax slowly building in both her groin
and her breasts. She was entranced now and as she felt
the orgasm near she began to shake all over.
Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause
quickly as well.
"My god, Karen, are you OK? You're shaking like a
leaf." Janet came around from behind the chair and
knelt down in front of her daughter. Looking up, she
could see that Karen's upper chest was blotched with
large red spots and her face was likewise flushed and
swollen. Karen, breathing in gulps, averted her eyes as
her mother placed a hand on each of her knees to
support herself.
"You're not sick, are you?" Janet queried as she looked
up into Karen's glazed eyes. Then it hit her. "Oh, no,
you're not sick at all. You were just about to cum,
weren't you, Karen."
Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and
confusion began to form in the bottom of her eyes.
Seeing this, Janet raised a hand and cupping her
daughter's chin, lifted her face gently upwards. "It's
OK, darling, really it is. Some women react that way. I
mean, after all, tits are erogenously sensitive aren't
they. And sometimes it doesn't matter who is doing it,
does it?" Janet added solicitously.
"Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed," Karen almost wailed.
"Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear.
Actually, you should consider yourself lucky to have
such sensitive tits. You must have inherited those from
me too." When Karen only moaned in response Janet
asked, "You didn't come though, did you, dear?"
After a silent moment Janet continued, "It's Ok if
you..." and seeing Karen slightly shake her head 'no,'
she went on, "well, uh, if you still want to, you can -
it's alright - I don't mind."
"Oh, god, mother," Karen sobbed, "I'm so embarrassed. I
can't believe this is happening."
Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her
daughter, began to slowly and gently stroke her thighs.
Gathering all the courage she could, Karen turned her
head and looked down at her mother. Her eyes were
diverted instantly from Janet's face to the open V in
her mother's white blouse, the first three buttons of
which were undone. The garment was loose and Janet
wasn't wearing a bra. As she leaned forward it gave
Karen a full view of her mother's breasts with their
enormous nipples which were obviously in a state of
erection.
Karen was fascinated with the sight; she hadn't
remembered her mother's breasts as having such large
nipples. Fleetingly she wondered what it would be like
to suck on another woman's breasts and the thought
thrilled her and added more fuel to her already fired-
up state. She was painfully aware of her predicament
when her mother's speaking brought her back to reality.
"Really, Karen, I understand and it's OK. I know you've
gotten very aroused and must be right on the brink of
cumming. If you want to, I don't mind."
Karen looked at her mother dumbfounded and remained
silent. Her left hand was still at her breast and she
unconsciously squeezed it sending another squirt of
milk, surprising both women and landing on her mother's
face, blouse and hair. Without flinching, Janet removed
a hand from Karen's thigh and reached up to cup Karen's
free breast, the one she had been demonstrating on
previously and began to squeeze it again. This caused
the younger woman to continue fondling her other tit
and in a couple of moments Karen had forgotten her
embarrassment as her sexual excitement returned and her
breathing quickened. She was soon overtaken with sexual
abandon and the overpowering desire to have her nipple
sucked. Arousal overcame fear and embarrassment as she
looked into her mother's eyes and said, "Mother, this
is crazy, I know, but would you... suck my nipple...
please? I just want... I need, to have my tit sucked
right now!"
Just looking at her daughter in the throes of passion
had finally gotten to Janet and she was now felt
herself becoming sexually aroused. Glancing for a short
moment into her daughter's eyes without saying a word,
she then bent her head forward and lifted the breast
she was fondling to her open mouth and stuck out her
tongue. Squeezing the tit again she sent a jet of milk
into her mouth which she swallowed. She then pulled
Karen's breast forward and clamped her full lips over
the nipple and began to forcefully suck. After a moment
she stopped and raised her head and said to her
daughter, "If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate
yourself, that's OK too, dear."
"Mom... I don't need to... please don't stop!" was
Karen's quick response as she continued to milk her
other breast furiously. As Janet hurriedly resumed
sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen abandoned the
milking motion she was using and grabbed her nipple
between her thumb and fingers and began to viciously
pull and twist on it.
"Oh, mother, I'm going to cum. Suck harder, please...
suck harder... faster... oh god, yessssssss... here it
cums... now... oh, my god, mother... I'm cumming...
chew my nipple off... oh, fuck!" As Karen's body went
rigid and then began to quake to the spasms of her
orgasm she grabbed her whole breast once more and
squeezed with all her might sending a long, forceful
stream of milk high into the air.
Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but
finally the spasms subsided and she slumped down in the
chair. Janet then quit sucking her and leaned back on
her heels and looked up at her daughter lovingly.
"That was some climax, young lady! I wish all mine were
like that." Both women then looked at each other and
began to laugh. Seeing that her daughter was really
exhausted Janet said, "Come on, dear, let's get you
into the living room and then I'll clean up this mess.
CHAPTER 3
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When Karen was seated on the sofa with her blouse
draped loosely over her shoulders her mother returned
to the kitchen to mop up the mess they had made. Janet
was glad to have these few moments to herself to think
about what had just happened.
Janet had been taken completely by surprise by the turn
of events. At the moment she was feeling a mixture of
guilt and arousal at the thought that she had
inadvertently managed to not only turn her daughter on
sexually, but had also aided her in bringing her to
orgasm. The fact that she was equally at home sexually
with both men and women had no bearing on the
situation. Karen was her daughter! And that made it
incest, what they had just done. None the less, Janet
was still aroused by the incident.
As she bent down with a rag in one hand to soak up the
mess on the floor, the feel of her daughter's turgid,
squirting nipple in her mouth and her heavy breast in
her hand continued to excite her in spite of the fact
that she knew it was taboo. Swiping purposefully with
the cloth at the wet floor she reached up with her free
hand and grasped her own erect nipple through the
fabric of her blouse and gave it a hard twist. This
send an electric bolt directly to her already swollen
clitoris.
God, I'd just love for her to return the favor right
now, Janet wished, against her will. If there were only
some way I could continue this without feeling guilty I
would. But Janet was at a loss as to how to approach
the subject with her daughter without possibly risking
the loss of their mutual sense of trust, respect and
emotional well-being.
On the other hand, she also didn't understand what had
gotten into her daughter; it was so uncharacteristic of
her. She had always thought Karen was a real straight
arrow when it came to matters as personal as these. She
had never once considered Karen from a sexual point of
view. It was clear to her, however, that she was going
to have to do something for herself; she was so turned
on that she couldn't even think straight and needed
relief.
Common sense prevailing, it occurred to Janet that
probably the best thing to do right now would be to
make sure her daughter was OK and reassure her in case
she had any misgivings about their recent contact. Then
they could agree to put the incident behind them and
get on with it. She would then simply excuse herself
and go upstairs and masturbate and hope that would
relieve the tremendous arousal she was feeling.
Feeling a sense of ease at finally having arrived at
what she considered the right course of action to take,
Janet finished the cleanup and got herself in mental
and physical order. She then went back to the living
room fully intending to make the situation comfortable
for both of them. After all, they would both be seeing
a lot of each other for the next few months until
Karen's husband returned. At least that was the plan.
Karen was still seated on the couch leaning back with
her eyes closed. Sensing her mother's presence, she
opened them and said, "Mother, I want to apologize. I
really don't know what got into me. I'm really so
embarrassed, really I am."
Janet's heart went out to her daughter and as she sat
down on the love seat opposite Karen she said, "Dear,
it's perfectly alright. There's nothing to be
embarrassed about. You're a healthy young woman whose
husband has been away for some time and your body
probably just responded to the lack of normal activity.
I don't want you to give it another thought."
It was then that Janet's eyes settled on Karen's
carelessly open blouse, which was simply draped over
her shoulders. The blouse was open enough so that parts
of both her large areole were visible. For some reason
Janet found herself fascinated with her daughter's
breasts and just sat staring at them wondering what the
attraction was.
Noticing her mother's distraction Karen inquired, "I
hope you're OK, mother. You're not mad at me are you?"
Returning her attention to Karen, Janet answered, "Of
course, I'm not mad at you. How could I be?!" And then,
without thinking Janet just blurted out, "OK? Am I OK!
No, goddamnit, I'm not OK! I'm horny as hell. It's been
ages since I had any sex and I'm ready to burst. I'm
afraid that what happened in the kitchen just now has
really got me going."
"Oh, mother, I'm so sorry - really I am. I'd do
anything if I could just take that back. I didn't mean
to hurt you or upset you. Honest."
Seeing Karen's sincere concern for her softened Janet
and she replied, "It's OK dear, it's not your fault and
you don't really have anything much to do with it. It's
my problem - not yours."
"I know, but I feel somehow responsible."
"Well, you aren't dear. It's just that I'm human, too,
and not immune to getting aroused by sexual situations
- even someone else's."
At this point Karen, wanting to help but not knowing
how, said, "Mother, don't you ever masturbate?"
"Masturbate? Of course I do, darling. In fact, I prefer
that these days to screwing, what with all the diseases
going around."
"Well, wouldn't it help right now? I mean, if you
masturbated?"
"Oh, Karen, I'm sick of doing it by myself. It'd be
nice to have someone else around, even if just to
watch, but I'm afraid that being away from home has
temporarily removed that possibility."
Karen couldn't believe her ears. She sensed that here
might be an opportunity to become involved sexually
with her mother, at least in an indirect way. Actually,
a safer way than she had thought of. With her heart
pounding in her ears she looked over at her mother and
said softly, "I'm here, mother."
When Janet looked quizzically at her daughter without
speaking, Karen repeated, "I said, I'm here - if that
would help."
Janet just looked at her daughter and said, "I'm sorry
dear, I don't quite understand exactly what you mean."
"Just what I said, mother. I'm here." Karen was
starting to get nervous about having to repeat herself
over and over again and was afraid that her mother
would make her have to spell out exactly what she was
getting at. She would really prefer it if her mother
would get the hint and make some kind of overture.
"I know you're here, Karen, and I appreciate it very
much," was all Janet said.
Becoming a little exasperated and trying not to sound
impatient, Karen tried once more. "Well, that's not
exactly what I was getting at mother."
"What then, dear?"
"What I mean then is, that I'm here. If you just want
to be with someone while you masturbate and you think
it would help, well, then I'm here. OK?"
Janet couldn't have hoped for anything more. But now
the battle began anew. Should she continue by taking
advantage of her daughter's offer or do what she felt
was morally right and refuse the offer. Not being able
to overcome her libido she finally replied
noncommittally, "That's very kind of you, Karen."
"I mean it, mother. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to
masturbate in front of me."
"Really?" Janet queried.
"Really. In fact, to be honest, I'd love to watch you
do it to yourself. It'd probably relieve me of feeling
bad about having gotten you in this state in the first
place."
"Oh, Karen, I'd hate to impose on you in this way..."
and she let it trail off there, hoping beyond hope, and
not knowing Karen felt the same way, that her daughter
wouldn't get frightened and change her mind.
"You wouldn't be imposing, mother. Honestly, it's
alright." And now Karen was afraid her mother would get
cold feet and back out of the direction this was
heading. While this was occurring to her she became
aware of just how badly she wanted to have sex with her
mother and made the instant decision that she would do
whatever it took to make sure it would happen. She was
now beyond caring about morals or anything else, for
that matter. She just wanted it to happen.
Being at a loss for anything to say which she felt
could grease the skids of the situation she came up
with an idea and said to her mother, "In fact, if it
would help, I have a vibrating dildo upstairs that
Richard gave me a while back for when he was gone and
I'd be glad to get it for you if you want to use it."
When her mother looked at her and started to smile, the
humor of the situation struck both of them
simultaneously and they both started to chuckle.
"That's kind of a real personal thing, dear. Are you
sure you wouldn't mind me using it?"
"Are you kidding," Karen retorted, "my tits are kind of
my personal things, too, and you just got done sucking
on THEM!"
Suddenly, Janet got smolderingly serious and looking
piercingly at her daughter said, "Did it feel good,
Karen. Did you like the way I sucked your nipple, huh?"
The statement shot right down to Karen's cunt and she
could feel herself starting to secrete again at the
thought of her mother sucking on her breast.
Still, the slight sarcasm came out in her next
statement, "You didn't happen to notice, by chance,
that sucking on my nipple made me come, did you?" And
then Karen instantly regretted the remark, but saw that
her mother had taken it lightly. For lack of anything
better at the moment and to hide her mounting anxiety
over her renewed arousal and embarrassment Karen told
her mother that she would get the dildo and proceeded
to rise and go upstairs.
When she came back down a few moments later with the
black object in her hand, it appeared that Janet was
still in the same position in the love seat until she
saw that her mother had one hand inserted in the
waistband of her shorts. Confident now that things
would continue, she felt she could risk another jocular
remark so she said, "What's the matter, mother. Are you
so horny you just couldn't wait for me to return?"
Janet didn't answer, but just smiled.
Rather than go over to her mother with the dildo, Karen
decided to just sit and watch so she lowered herself
once again to her previous position on the couch across
from her mother and laid the instrument on the cushion
beside her. The silence grew quickly heavy as Karen
watched her mother remove her hand and start to
unbutton her shorts. Using both hands she pushed them
and her panties down around her ankles and kicked them
aside. Then she scooted herself forward to the edge of
the loveseat and sat upright while spreading her legs.
Karen now had a perfect view of her mother's pussy and
was amazed at the mass of thick, long hair that covered
her triangle. She wondered briefly why she herself
didn't have nearly that much hair.
When she was in position, Janet looked over at Karen
and asked, "Are you sure this is OK, dear. I mean...
oh, hell..." and she lowered her left hand to her groin
and slowly started to explore herself with her index
finger, probing into the mass of beautiful hair.
Karen was entranced watching her mother, whose head was
bent down as she gently caressed herself. Karen was
becoming increasingly aroused herself, but she didn't
move or say anything for fear of terminally
interrupting the situation.
Without looking up Janet moaned, "Oh, god, this feels
good. So good.
"Do you ever do it like this, dear - sitting up? This
is my favorite position. I cum better this way than any
other." It was already evident to Karen that her
mother's breathing was getting more rapid.
Ever so softly Karen answered, "Yes - lots of times. I
like to do it sitting on the toilet seat, just like
that. Especially after I've douched. I seem to cum
better that way, too."
Janet then slowly raised her head and looking at her
daughter asked, "Dear, I know this may shock you, but
would you do me a favor and open your blouse so I can
look at your breasts again?"
"I'm not shocked at all, mother," Karen responded as
she pulled the sides of her blouse open and shrugged
out of it leaving herself bare to the waist and
completely open to her mother's view.
"Oh, Karen, you have such beautiful big breasts. I'd
kill to have those, I would."
"Do you like them, mother? Do they turn you on?" Karen
asked coyly being aware that she was now being somewhat
of a tease.
"Yes, they turn me on. How do you think I got this way
this morning?"
"You mean you actually enjoyed it when I asked you to
suck them?"
"Of course I enjoyed it, silly. I wouldn't have done it
otherwise, would I? And judging by your violent
reaction you enjoyed it too. You really like to have
your breasts sucked, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," sighed Karen, her own breathing starting
to get more rapid.
Janet's hand was now moving in a regular manner as she
manipulated her first two fingers between her thick
cunt lips, moving them in a circular way around her
clitoris which was bathed in juice from her excitement.
As her arousal mounted she felt her usual tendency
toward earthy language and asked her daughter, "Has
another woman ever sucked your breasts, darling?"
Without hesitation Karen answered, "No, mother, you're
the first woman to have ever sucked on my breasts - I'm
not gay." Then thinking about it she added, "Wait,
that's if you don't count me myself."
"Huh? You mean to tell me that you can suck your own
breasts?" Janet asked, incredulously.
"My turn to shock you, right. Of course. I do it all
the time when I jerk off. I've been doing it for years,
mother. Actually, that's one reason I think my nipples
are so abnormally big." And then it occurred to her
that her mother was small breasted enough that it
wouldn't be possible for her to do it and she felt a
little bit ashamed at having been so brazen in her
attitude.
"Oh, god, that's really sexy. Would you mind showing
me, dear, how you do it, would you? I'd just love to
see you do it to yourself."
"No, I don't mind." Karen moved her hand up and cupped
her right breast in her palm. Lowering her head and
chin she pushed up with her hand, stuck out her tongue
and began laving the upper curve of her swollen tit,
making it slick with her saliva.
"Can you get your nipple in your mouth, Karen," Janet
queried in a low voice that came out almost as a croak.
"Uh, huh," Karen mumbled as she placed her thumb on top
of her breast and started to angle the distended nipple
toward her mouth. This motion had the startling effect
of causing a stream of milk to eject from the pressured
nipple before she could get it to her mouth squirting
over her entire face and right into her eye.
"Oh, shit," she exclaimed loudly, and using her free
hand grabbed the blouse behind her and swabbed at her
wet face. "Hmmm, that tastes good. Let's try that
again." Once more she turned her nipple to her mouth,
but at an angle and managed to clamp her mouth over it
before milk got all over.
"Oh, jeez, Karen - that's so sexy - watching you do
that." Janet had now paused in her ministrations and
just sat looking as her daughter fed herself her
breast, sucking hungrily at the nipple. She was still
awed by the fact that Karen was going along with this
and consumed by the intense eroticism brought forth for
her by the pervertedness of being sexual with her own
child. Libido had finally conquered her shame, she
mused.
Although her head was bent, Karen moved her eyes to
look at her mother and seeing that had stopped playing
with herself raised her head and asked, "Did you cum
already, mother?"
"Not quite, dear. And I don't want to, yet. That's why
I stopped. I'm so sensitive now just watching you that
if I touch myself again I'll shoot off immediately and
I don't want this to end."
"I don't either, mom." Karen said, but before Karen
could resume nursing herself her mother said, "Dear,
could I ask you to come over here and suck on my
nipple? Would you mind?"
"Oh, mother, really. Would you let me do that?"
"I want you to do it, darling." And Karen let go of her
own breast and slid to the floor and waddled on her
knees to where her mother sat on the edge of the love
seat. As she approached, Janet began unbuttoning her
blouse rapidly. By the time Karen was positioned in
front of her the blouse was undone and off. Except for
her tennis shoes and sox, Janet now sat naked in front
of her daughter who was looking at the marvelous
breasts and nipples she had so often fantasized about.
Karen was also now aware of the strong, musky scent of
her mother's cunt and found the aroma exciting even
though it seemed to her to differ from her own scent of
arousal.
Concentrating now on the swollen nipple not inches from
her mouth, Karen put her hands on the edge of the
cushions on either side of her mother's naked thighs
and, leaning forward, stuck out her tongue. Janet
reached up with a hand and cupped her breast and
squeezing, pushed it out toward her daughter's waiting
mouth. She softly moved her other hand to the back of
Karen's head and gently pulled it towards her.
Karen's wet tongue finally came into contact with the
erect nipple and she resisted any further movement as
she lazily ran her tongue over and around the turgid
flesh and then in wider circles, wetting the areola
with her saliva. When her mother's breast tip was
literally dripping Karen then closed her pouty lips
over the nipple and began to rapidly move her tongue
sideways over the hard, thick appendage sticking
halfway to her throat.
When she heard her mother moan, Karen then opened her
mouth as wide as possible and took as much of the
breast in as she could. When she looked down she was
amazed to see that she hadn't been able to get the
entire areola into her mouth.
"Oh, Christ, Karen - you're a natural tit sucker. That
feels so delicious, don't ever stop."
Karen's head was swimming. She couldn't believe she was
now sucking on her own mother's nipple and feeling her
shake in the throes of passion. She realized now that
this is something she had always wanted to do - from
the very night she had seen her mother with that other
woman. The air was thick with sex and it made her
giddy. She considered whether at the moment she would
be capable of touching her mother's pussy or even
sucking on her mother's cunt, but decided she wasn't
sure she wanted to go that far or even if her mother
would be prepared for that. Instead, she moved both
hands from the seat cushions and put them on the back
of her mother's legs and began to lightly fondle them.
As she did so, she could feel the tension straining her
mother's whole body; it was like a tightly wound rubber
band.
Suddenly Janet pushed her back and away from her, not
roughly but firmly, saying, "Stop, dear... please, just
stop. I can't take it any more. Just sit there and
watch me while I jack off. It won't take long, I
promise." She lowered her hand to her pussy and stuck
two fingers into her vagina getting them good and
lubricated. Once wet she brought them out and forward
and began to rapidly move them up and down along each
side of her engorged clit.
Karen, obeying her mother's wishes, just leaned back on
her hands and looked at her mother flailing herself to
orgasm. Wanting to spur her on, Karen said excitedly,
"Come on, mother, do it. Make yourself cum. It's right
there isn't it? You really want it bad, don't you.
That's it, frig yourself, frig your wet pussy!" Sensing
Janet was close she continued on, "Mother, look at my
breasts. Look at them! Look how swollen the nipples
are. You made them that way, you got my tits so horny
sucking on them. Just think about sucking these big
nipples. Come on, do it - cum for me. Oh, mother, it's
heaven watching you masturbate yourself. You look so
hot!"
Janet was right there and said hoarsely, "I'm gonna
cum, Karen. I'm right there. Just watch me, OK, just
look at me. Now. Here it is... oh, shit... here it
cums... ahhhhhh..."
As Janet hit the high point of her orgasm she suddenly
reached up with her free hand and began twisting one of
her large nipples while looking straight into Karen's
eyes. The shock was like having ice cold water thrown
on her as Karen realized that this was an almost exact
repeat of that night years ago. She froze to the spot
and stopped breathing as she watch her mother frig
herself through the orgasm while still maintaining eye
contact with her. Janet had that same abandoned, rutted
stare from the past and it made Karen's cunt throb
involuntarily.
When her mother's body began to spasm in time with the
orgasm wracking her, Karen slowly moved forward and put
her arms around her only to get another surprise as
Janet glued her mouth to her daughter's and drove her
tongue almost into Karen's throat.
As the spasms slowly started to subside, Karen
disengaged her mouth from her mother's but continued to
hold her closely, aware of their bodies pressed
together, feeling her mother's sweaty breasts crushed
against her own. Eventually, Janet fell back into the
depths of the love seat, pulling Karen with her and
they both just lay there with their legs entwined. As
Janet's breathing began to quieten Karen gently
caressed her mother's damp face while murmuring to her
softly.
CHAPTER 4
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As Janet and Karen lay entwined together on the couch
recovering from Janet's massive orgasm the phone rang.
Karen lethargically removed herself from her mother's
embrace and, on unsteady legs, went to the table in the
foyer to answer it. In a couple of seconds she called
to Janet, "It's for you, mother!"
"Who is it?" Janet called back, the sound of irritation
mixed with fatigue clearly audible in her voice.
After about ten seconds Karen appeared in the living
room again and said, "It's for you, mom. They said it's
extremely important - long distance." Janet rolled off
the couch while grabbing at her clothing and went to
take the call. In about three minutes she returned, now
shabbily clad in her blouse and shorts, and stood in
front of her topless daughter and stated angrily,
"Well, there's trouble. It's with my best account.
Something about a foul up in the title search as well
as the financing. This deal could make me a bundle and
I've got to go back and straighten it out. Please don't
be mad, dear, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Karen looked up at her mother with sadness written all
over her face, but didn't say anything. Then she stood
up and took a step toward Janet and flung her arms
around her. Janet hugged Karen closely to her and they
stood like this for some moments until Janet pulled
away saying, "I've got to catch the first flight out of
O'Hare. Would you be so good as to call me a cab while
I try to get myself in some sort of order."
Karen moved listlessly, putting on her crumpled, milk
stained blouse and then went into the kitchen to get
the phone book. She called the cab company and ordered
her mother's cab and then just went back to the couch
and lay down. She must have dozed off for in a little
while she was startled to hear her mother open the
front door and hand out a suitcase to a strange man.
Janet gave the man some instructions and told him she
would be out in a moment.
Then she went over to her daughter who had just sat up
and bent down to give her a hug. Instead, Karen took
her mother's face between both of her hands and,
parting her lips slightly, planted her full mouth
directly on her startled mother's newly lip-sticked
lips. Karen then forced her tongue between her mother's
lips and teeth until she couldn't get it any further
into her mouth. Janet didn't resist her daughter's
insistent kiss, but she didn't get active herself,
pulling away after a few moments.
"I really have to go, dear. Don't worry. I'll call as
soon as I know what's going on." And with that she was
quickly out the door and gone, the sound of the taxi
fading in the distance.
Karen spent the rest of the day in a daze comprised of
a mixture of guilt tinged with an almost vicious edge
of sexual arousal. As she fed the baby, who finally
decided it was hungry, and washed dishes and cleaned
the place up she was constantly aware of her swollen
pussy lips. It also seemed to her that her nipples had
never before been so sensitive. She had actually gotten
excited with the baby nursing at her breast while
thoughts of her mother's mouth sucking, tonguing and
licking her nipple ran rampant in her consciousness.
The day wore on and on and as it turned into evening
she began to relax a little although she was still
aimlessly distracted to the point that she watched an
hour's worth of television, but five minutes later had
forgotten what she saw. Bringing the baby with her she
went to her bedroom to go to bed.
She was exhausted.
With the baby in its crib, she crawled under the covers
after turning out the lights but sleep just wouldn't
come. Karen finally decided that what she needed to get
to sleep was a good thorough psyche cleansing orgasm.
'Fuck it,' she thought to herself, 'I don't care if I
am excited about having sex with my own mother! I'm
just going to do it!'
She then threw off the covers and spread her legs as
wide as possible and began to frig her wet pussy. As
she continued to masturbate she got hotter and hotter
and she was just about there when the thought from that
morning about eating her mother came to her. This got
her even hotter. She knew now that this is something
she really wanted to do. She wanted to give her mother
an orgasm with her lips and tongue. It was crazy, but
that's what she wanted. The fantasy was driving her
wild, but it also had the curious effect of making her
not able to cum in spite of her excitement. No matter
how she moved her hand or how rapidly or hard or soft,
she just couldn't make it cum. She finally stopped for
a minute to give herself a rest.
'Maybe what I need is something stuffed up my cunt.
Maybe that'll bring me off,' she thought. Rolling
sideways, she opened the nightstand drawer and searched
blindly for the vibrating dildo she had put back that
morning, never having gotten a chance to use it.
Finally grasping it in her hand, she rolled back over
again with legs spread and quickly jammed the cold
instrument straight into her cunt.
She was so well lubricated that there wasn't the
slightest pull or friction; it just sailed right on in
and up to the hilt. She then twisted the plastic cap
and it began its familiar hum sending subtle waves of
pleasure through her vaginal walls into the surrounding
abdominal area. As it hummed along she again began to
masturbate herself with one hand, the other moving the
buried dildo slightly in and out of her vagina.
Once again she got right to the point of cumming but
couldn't bring herself over the edge. This time she
didn't stop. Without thinking she quickly removed the
dildo from her cunt and placed the tip against her
anus. She hesitated only a moment while a fleeting
thought of how perverse her next action would make her
before she pushed the soaking piece of plastic with all
the force she could muster in her tired arm. The tip
penetrated the anal ring and stopped about an inch
inside her rectum when at the same time Karen's body
exploded.
The surprise was so great it caused Karen to let go her
grip on the dildo as she moved her hand automatically
up to her breast to tweak her horny nipple. The
resulting first wave orgasmic contraction was of such
force that it put enough pressure on the slightly
tapered tip of the dildo to force it from her asshole.
As it fell out she confusedly reached with her other
hand and jammed her middle finger in its place.
Lubrication was abundant and when her finger was buried
as far up as it would go she began to quickly finger
fuck her asshole. The orgasm was marvelous and at last
she felt totally worn out but relaxed. In this state
she closed her eyes.
It wasn't but a few seconds before she was almost
asleep when the phone on the bedside began to ring.
Reaching out a hand she brought the phone to her ear
and hoarsely said, "Lo?"
"Dear, is that you Karen?"
"Oh, mother, yes, hi - where are you?"
"I'm home, now. I went straight to the office from the
airport. What a mess. Are you alright, Karen? You sound
like you're not well."
"I'm OK now mother," Karen said, and then added
teasingly, "I just jerked off the to most amazing cum
I've ever had."
"Karen!" Janet retorted in a scolding voice, but
softened it immediately as she continued, "well - I'm
happy for you dear. I'm just sorry I wasn't there with
you."
"You will be - won't you, mother? - soon?"
"Yes, darling. I think I can get this wrapped up
sometime tomorrow morning. Do you want me to take the
plane back in the afternoon. I could be back by nine
tomorrow night!"
"Oh, yes, mother. Do it. Do you want me to pick you
up?"
"No. I'd rather you prepared a nice homecoming for me.
We can have a real nice late evening get together when
I get back. What do you say?"
"Oh, mom. Yes, of course. Are you OK?" and now there
was a hint of worry as Karen voiced the question.
"Yes, darling, I'm just fine. As a matter of fact, I
did it before you did!" she said cheerily.
"Huh? You did what, mother?"
"Well, uh, I got off before you did. I was so worked up
that half way through the flight I just put a blanket
over me and put my hand under my skirt and masturbated.
The flight wasn't even a third full - midday, you know
- and hardly a soul around although I think the
stewardess knew what was going on. If I hadn't had so
much to do I would have gone for her. I think she would
have gone for it, too. Ah, well... another time. I've
got to run, dear. It's two hours earlier here than
there but I've got to get some sleep. I'll call and let
you know what time I'll be in tomorrow. Sweet dreams,
dear."
"OK, mom. And be good on your way back. And don't bring
any stewardesses with you. I want you all to myself!"
"Not to worry, my darling. Bye." Click the phone went
as Janet hung up.
Karen just lay there holding the phone cradled between
her large breasts, contented now that she was sure
everything was alright between her and her mother. She
couldn't wait for tomorrow night... and she was fast
asleep.
The next day passed quickly for Karen. What with house
chores, shopping, lunch with her friend Nancy and
various other things the time flew by. She was also
surprised by the fact that she wasn't more preoccupied
with her mother and yesterday's events. She felt good
and was looking forward to her mother's return that
evening. At 1:45 that afternoon her mother called from
L.A. International and told Karen she would be in on
the 8:30 flight, which was just now leaving and again,
not to worry about picking her up - she would take a
cab.
As the time for Janet to be back grew near Karen began
to arrange things in a way she thought would create a
romantic atmosphere. She got a bottle of champagne
cooled down, laid out a couple of glasses, made sure
the living room looked pleasant and lowered the lights
to very dim. She even put out a couple of candles and
lit them, shutting off the lights entirely. Luckily the
baby was cooperating as well and was sound asleep. She
then went upstairs to change into something that would
appeal to her mother's libido.
She had just one garter belt, black, which she put on
along with a pair of black hose, but no panties. Along
with high heels she chose a short black skirt that came
up above her knees and a sheer white blouse that was
almost a see-thru. The only problem she had was in
trying to decide whether to wear a bra or not. She
finally decided that since her breasts were firm enough
to stand out on their own she wouldn't wear one. She
consciously admitted to herself that she wanted her
mother to be able to get a really good look at her
protruding nipples which showed clearly through the
shear material of the blouse.
Having put on a small gold necklace and pair of earings
she stood looking at herself in the full-length bedroom
mirror and was pleasantly surprised at the image which
was reflected back to her. She had been afraid of
looking too much like a whore and was pleased to see
that she didn't appear that way to herself. She did
look nice and fetching, though. Especially enticing was
the fact that her very dark, large nipples and areole
were plainly visible through the blouse, riding high on
her milk swollen breasts.
Then she began to wonder if maybe her mother really did
want her to look like a slut. Maybe that turned her on.
With that in mind, the last thing she did was apply a
thick layer of blood-red lipstick much more heavily
than normal. There, she thought, I'll concede that one
little point. If she doesn't like it, it'll easily be
fixed.
Just as she put the last touch to her lips she heard
the front door open and close. It had to be her mother
and she was a little early. She was the only one who
had the key. Karen took one last nervous look at
herself in the mirror and headed downstairs in
anticipation of a wonderful evening. She paused at the
top of the stairs just long enough to grasp her nipples
through the blouse and pull on them, making them jut
out even further than their normal size.
Seeing her daughter coming down the stairs was somewhat
of a shock for Janet. Karen was absolutely stunning,
she thought, as she stood glued to the spot with her
mouth half open. Halfway down the stairs Karen looked
at her and smiled sexily and said, "Hi, mom. Have a
good flight?"
Janet didn't answer as she walked over to the bottom of
the stairway to wait for her daughter without ever
taking her eyes off of her. When Karen was on the last
step her mother opened her arms and the two women fell
into a tight, almost smothering, embrace. After a
moment they both moved their heads back and look deeply
into each others' eyes before coming together for a
deep soul kiss the likes of which neither one had ever
experienced before.
With their arms around each other and their bodies
pressed as together as closely as humanly possible they
stayed locked in the embrace as each one's mouth, lips
and tongues attempted to devour the other. Both were
panting heavily as they came apart and Janet took
Karen's hand and led her over to the sofa where they
both sat on the edge of the cushions half turned toward
one another.
Karen took this opportunity to really look at her
mother for the first time. Janet was dressed in one of
her severe gray business suits which was offset,
however, by an elegant off-white silk blouse buttoned
to the throat and a very feminine, wide black silk
scarf around her neck under the wide blouse collar. She
also had on matching high heels and sheer charcoal
colored hose. Somehow, this all enhanced Janet's
beautiful wavy blond hair and tanned skin and Karen was
stirred deeply to know that even though her mother was
getting on in years she was still quite beautiful. And
sexy!
Not knowing where any of this was coming from, Karen
continued to look at her mother and finally got up the
courage to state, "Mother, I want you. I'm sorry, but I
can't help it. I've been sexed up all day long just
thinking about your body and what I want to do to it."
When Janet started to interrupt, Karen said, "No, wait-
-let me finish. I've got to say this even if it sounds
weird and perverted, but I've just got to say it. I've
never been so horny before in my life for another
person. I don't understand it, but I really don't care
anymore. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong
or whether you're my mother or not or whether it's
incest or whatever, I just know how I feel and what I
want to do. I love you and I want you. And I want you
to love and want me, too, please." Karen was actually
panting at the end of this speech, both from having
uttered it in one breath as well as from being sexually
aroused by the woman sitting next to her. Nonetheless,
she felt glad that she had come out in the open with it
at last. And now she would wait and see what her
mother's position was going to be.
"Oh, Karen," Janet sighed dropping her head, "I know,
darling. I feel the same way. I do." Now she took one
of Karen's hands in her own and continued, "And I don't
know how to handle it all. I don't want to hurt you or
make your life any more miserable than your father and
I have already made it. Please know that, dear."
"I do, mother, I do," Karen voiced fervently and raised
her mother's hand to her lips and bussed it lightly
with her lips.
"Are you sure you really know what you want, Karen?"
Janet queried anxiously.
Emboldened now Karen said, "Oh, yes, mother, I do. I
simply want to fuck you and have you fuck me. Right now
I don't care about anything else in the world." With
that Karen reached over and inserted her hand inside
her mother's suit jacket and cupped her small breast
and squeezed. "I so much want to make you happy and
feel good. I want to make you cum. Please let me make
you cum," Karen almost pleaded as she continued to
fondle her mother's breast, feeling the large nipple
becoming erect through the blouse and bra.
Janet just sat there with her hands in her lap and her
eyes closed and let her daughter feel her up.
"Oh hell, I don't believe this is happening," she said
eventually as Karen's fingers continued to roll her
erected nipple between her fingers. "I can't tell you
how wet I've been all day just thinking about what
could happen tonight. And here we are! And it IS
happening."
"Mother, there's just one thing I need to know."
"Yes, darling, what's that?"
"Do you remember that incident years ago when I was
staying in California my last summer visit after..."
"What about it?"
"Do you remember me coming into the room when you and
another woman were... uh... you know... having sex
together."
"You remember that, do you?" Janet said.
"Mother! How could I forget it? I was never more
shocked in my whole life!"
"Well, yeah, I guess. I kind of hoped you'd forget
about that. I mean, it's not something a mother cares
to have her daughter witness."
"But I can't forget it. Couldn't. Won't ever."
Turning her head to Karen, Janet asked, "I know it was
shocking, but it appears now that it had some other
effects on you as well, huh?"
"Indeed! I hate to admit this, but I've been
masturbating to that fantasy ever since. But it wasn't
until yesterday morning -- no, actually, when you gave
me the enema the night before that I first started to
admit that I was sexually attracted to you."
When Janet didn't comment on this Karen became
immediately concerned and followed with, "Mother,
you're not just doing this out of kindness, are you? I
mean you're not just doing this to make me feel good?"
"You can rest easy on that count, dear. Up until
yesterday morning I never had any idea something like
this would happen. But when I saw you getting excited
by having your nipples manipulated it had a very sudden
and tremendous effect on me. For whatever reason, and I
don't understand it, I got really horny myself just
watching you. But the capper was when you asked me to
suck your tits. That did it. I still have the taste of
your milk in my mouth whenever I think about us. And
watching you cum and then having you watch me cum --
that cemented it."
With that confession both women grew silent. After a
few moments Janet reached up and removed her daughter's
hand from her breast following which she took off her
suit jacket and lay it over the back of the sofa.
Turning again to Karen she said, "I see you have a
bottle of bubbly. How 'bout we have a sip?"
"OK," Karen answered and stood up to fetch the already
opened bottle and a couple of glasses. She handed one
glass to her mother and resat herself. Then she poured
for both of them after which Janet raised her glass and
said, "To us, dear loved one. Even if I am your
mother."
Karen raised her own glass and said simply, "To us."
Both women drained their glasses and set them down
simultaneously on the coffee table.
After an uncomfortable moment or two when both women
were anxious to get something started, but neither knew
how, Janet piped up, "Dear, now that you did ask, there
is something that you can do for me - eventually - if
you wouldn't mind."
Karen just tilted her head slightly to one side and
looked at her mother lovingly and said, "Of course,
mom. What is it?"
"Well," Janet said, inhaling deeply, "and I know this
sounds a bit lewd, but I was wondering if you wouldn't
mind masturbating in front of me. I mean, all by
yourself, just as if you were alone, with me watching.
Could you do that?"
Karen wasn't in the least taken back. It was just what
she wanted to hear and she said, "Absolutely. I'll do
anything -- anything -- you want. And you can do
anything you want to me. I really want you, mom and if
this is something that will please you and turn you on,
then I'll do it. I really got turned on watching you
jack off and if you could do it in front of me then I
can't see why I shouldn't be able to do it for you,
too. Do you want me to do it right here and now."
"Uh, not necessarily, unless you just want to. It can
be anytime; I just had this fantasy about watching you
make yourself cum. I love watching other people
masturbate themselves and I'd love seeing you doing it
to yourself - especially the part where you suck your
own nipple!"
"Oh, god, mother, just hearing you talk like this is
making me sopping wet. Please kiss me," Karen pleaded.
Closing the small gap between them, Janet leaned
forward and lightly pressed her lips to those of her
daughter. The kiss started chastely enough, but it
wasn't a couple of seconds before Karen took her
mother's face in both of her hands and began kissing
her in earnest. She opened her mouth and drove her
tongue forcefully between her mother's lips and teeth
and was met by her mother's tongue. Karen was now sexed
up to the extent that just kissing was not satisfying
her needs. Moving her mouth from Janet's lips but still
holding her head she began to kiss her neck. Extending
her wet tongue she began to bathe Janet's entire neck
area with it and moved up to her ears. Pushing the
golden blond hair back she stuck her tongue directly
into the ear and began to use an in-and-out fucking
motion which made Janet shiver and cause the small
hairs on the back of her neck to rise.
Finished with one ear, Karen turned her mother's head
to the other side and attacked the other ear in the
same fashion. When that ear was drenched Karen began to
use long lapping motions with both her head and tongue
the way a cat licks itself and started licking her
mother's entire face. Janet just sat, stunned at the
strength of her daughter's obvious arousal but was
really astonished when, her whole face now slick with
Karen's sweet smelling saliva, her daughter began to
lick not only her eyes and then her nose, but inserted
her tongue right into her nose and used the same
fucking motion that she had used on her ears.
Janet couldn't believe how terribly erotic is was to
have her daughter running her tongue in and out of her
nostrils. It was something she had never felt before,
nor even considered. Sensing at this point that Karen
was totally losing control of herself Janet decided to
try and slow things down. She firmly grasped her by the
shoulders and pushed her back away from herself gently,
looking at her.
"Oh, darling, you look absolutely smashing in that
outfit. I guess I forgot to tell you. It's very, uh...
stimulating, I guess, for want of a better word."
Casting her eyes downward she continued, "I especially
like the way I can see your nipples through that tight
blouse."
Although she was now panting openly, Karen sensed the
change of pace and went along with it saying, "I
noticed you've had a problem looking me in the eye this
evening."
"Well, you can't blame me, can you. It makes my own
nipples hard just looking at yours. I was glad to hear
you say that no other woman has ever sucked them -- I
would be very, very jealous if they had."
"You're the first and only one, mother."
"Are you going to let me do it to you again, dear?"
"All you want, mother, all you want." Karen slumped
back into the sofa cushions and began to unbutton her
blouse. When she had it down to the last three buttons
she stopped and pulled it apart without pulling it out
of the skirt waist. Reaching in with her hands she then
brought both of her milk laden breasts out, their dark
hued skin tone contrasting sharply with the white
blouse now framing them."
Looking over at her mother's still spit-slick face she
said, "They're all yours, mother."
CHAPTER 5
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As her daughter sat cupping a bare breast in each hand
squeezing them out to her, Janet just stared. Droplets
of milk began to appear at the end of Karen's long,
turgid nipples as a result of the pressure she was
applying. The sight was almost overpoweringly erotic.
'This must be what men feel when looking at these kinds
of dirty pictures of women in those magazines,' she
thought to herself. 'I can understand why they spend so
much time locked up by themselves jacking off.'
"Well, mother," Karen inquired in a soft, sexy voice,
"are you just going to sit there all night staring or
are you going to suck my nipples like you said you
wanted to?"
Without saying anything, Janet scootched her buttocks
up against those of her daughter's and leaned forward.
She wasn't playing around this time and immediately
opened her mouth wide and encircled one of Karen's
arrogantly swollen nipples with her lips. No sooner had
she applied even the lightest amount of suction to the
tit than a stream of milk flooded the insides of her
mouth forcing her to start swallowing. This action
caused her to suck more with the result that milk
continued to flow. Soon she had set up a rhythm with
the motions of her lips and tongue while Karen just sat
there and moaned loudly.
After about a minute, Karen let go of her breasts and
used her hands to firmly push her mother away. "You've
got to stop, mother," she said breathlessly, "or else
I'm going to cum again and I don't want to do it yet -
not before I've made you come."
"Can't you cum more than once, dear -- can't you have
multiple orgasms?" Janet said, looking up at Karen
questioningly.
"I don't know. I've never tried to. I'm so satisfied
with one that I've never felt the need to go on. And
I'm usually too worn out to even think about it."
"Well, we'll have to see about that, darling. Say --
wouldn't it be more comfortable if we took the wine and
went upstairs, huh?"
"Sure, mom -- that's a good idea. Let's do that."
Janet grabbed the bottle and glasses while Karen
extinguished the candles. Both women were so excited
that it was like a mad rush as they mounted the stairs
together and headed for Karen's bedroom. Once inside,
Janet, who had entered first, turned to her daughter
and said, "Darling, can I ask you a another big favor?"
"Of course, mom."
"Do you have any clothespins in the house?"
"Well, yeah. I've got a bunch downstairs in the laundry
room. Why?"
Ignoring her daughter's inquisitiveness Janet simply
said, "Could I ask you to go down and grab a handful
for me, please?"
"Sure, mother, but whatever for?"
Janet just smiled and said, "You'll see -- but for
right now, just go get them, OK?"
"Well -- OK," and Karen turned and left the bedroom
heading downstairs again. She had been gone about five
minutes after having finally found the clothespins in
an old drawer by the washing machine. When she
reentered the room she was met with an unexpected
sight.
All the lights had been turned out with the exception
of the low-wattage bed stand lamp which cast barely
enough light to read by. And there, in the middle of
the bed sitting propped up with pillows behind her back
and her long full legs spread wide with her knees up,
was her mother. Janet was now clad only in a bra and a
garter belt to which her nylons were still attached.
She also still had on the high heels, but she didn't
have on any panties and the bra cups were pulled down
and positioned so that the puffy brown areole of both
breasts with their long nipples rested in full view on
the upper edge of the each cup.
As she looked up at Karen's arrival she was furiously
working the fingers of her right hand in her glistening
pink pussy, the swollen lips of which were being held
apart by the fingers on her other hand. The sight was
made more clearly visible because of the contrast
effected by her wet pussy being framed by the massive
amount of long, black, curly pubic hair which ran from
her stomach to her ass.
After the initial surprise passed, Karen walked with a
sexy sway over to the side of the bed never once taking
her eyes from those of her mother's. Without breaking
eye contact she deposited the clothespins in her hand
on the nightstand and remained standing watching her
mother play with herself.
"You really like to masturbate, don't you, mother?"
Karen said.
"Yes, darling, I really do," Janet responded, looking
up at Karen.
"Tell me, do you also like to read dirty books or look
at lewd pictures while you play with yourself?"
"Uh, huh. But I'd rather watch a porno movie. What I
really like best is to masturbate while I'm watching
someone else doing it and they're watching me. How
about you?"
"When I was in school we would sometimes see these
dirty picture books and I'd get secretly turned on. One
time I actually got hold of one and brought it home. It
had the most fantastic pictures of men and women
fucking and doing all sorts of things. I only had it
for a day, but I did jerk off looking at the pictures.
It felt so dirty doing it that I never did it again."
"Well, dear, I like to do dirty things -- the dirtier
the better, sometimes," Janet avowed.
"Yeah, me too, now," Karen said huskily, "And that's
why, right now Mother -- I want to eat you." There! It
was out. No going back now. This was the ultimate act,
frenching her mother's cunt with her mouth, with her
lips and tongue. But this is what she wanted and there
was no hesitation in her voice.
Her mother said in an equally hoarse voice, "I know
dear. And I want you to eat me. I want you to make me
cum with your mouth. Oh, christ, I'm so fucking sexed
up. Come on, darling, do it!"
Karen was so focused on the movement of her mother's
hand in her cunt she didn't even consider disrobing;
she was still fully clothed although her blouse hung
open as it had downstairs allowing Janet to ogle her
milk-swollen tits. She just moved down a little at the
side of the bed and dropped onto her knees with her
arms at her side as she looked deeply into her mother's
eyes.
Moving her gaze to Janet's crotch she took in the sight
and was surprised to see how big her mother's clitoris
was. Not like hers which was just a little nub right
below the juncture of her lips. Janet's was much larger
and looked for all the world like a little erect penis
as she moved it here and there with the index finger of
her left hand, obviously teasing Karen with the sight.
Karen dropped to her hands so that she was now on all
fours and moved forward between Janet's spread legs
until her head was positioned right above her mother's
pussy. Wondering all the while why she was doing it,
but not caring, she slowly moved her tongue around her
mouth behind her closed lips until she had a good
mouthful of saliva. Then she slightly parted her full
lips and let the spit dribble slowly out in a
continuous stream onto her mother's gaping pussy. It
took a few seconds for Karen to empty her mouth of the
saliva and as it hit her pussy and the fingers frigging
it, Janet rubbed it all around making herself that much
more wet.
Mouth now empty, Karen lowered her head until her lips
were just a fraction of an inch from contact with the
object of her desires. Janet now quit playing with
herself and used both hands to grip her cunt lips and
spread them as wide as she could. Karen was mesmerized
by the sight of her mother's large clit standing
straight out from her pussy. As she watched, it
appeared to jerk and pulse all by itself. Balancing
herself on her left hand she moved back slightly while
she reached into her blouse with her right hand and
pulled out her breast. She then gripped the nipple as
Janet had taught her and aimed it at her mother's pussy
and began to squeeze sending a spray of milk all over
the area. When it was thoroughly coated she let her
breast drop and leaned forward again with both arms on
the outside of Janet's torso.
Ever so slowly Karen parted her lips and slid the tip
of her tongue out until she could just barely feel
contact with the moisture soaked clit. Then she flicked
it up and down and then sideways which caused Janet's
body to react as if a shock had been applied to it. The
contact broken, Karen lowered her head and reached with
her tongue so that it lay flat against the bottom of
her mother's pussy where it began to open into her
vagina. Then she lapped upward with the tongue, very
slowly. As it came into contact with the base of
Janet's clit she opened her mouth and sucked it in.
Once her mouth was closed over the hard flesh Karen
immediately began to lash it with her tongue while
sucking in hard on the whole area.
That's all it took. Suddenly Janet's legs came around
Karen and locked on her back below her shoulder blades
as the peak of her first orgasmic wave hit. Her hips
levitated from the bed and then froze as Janet rode out
that wave, following which the powerful orgasm caused
her body to jerk with each succeeding spasm. As this
happened, Karen struggled to keep her mouth in contact
with Janet's clit, but wasn't totally successful and
she finally drew back to a kneeling position.
Feeling the loss of contact, Janet immediately began to
once again frig herself rapidly with one hand as her
daughter watched her jack herself completely through
the orgasm. When Janet's body stopped its violent
spasming and her hips dropped back onto the mattress
Karen again leaned forward. Knowing that her mother's
clit was most likely way too sensitive for direct
touch, but feeling she was drowning with unfulfilled
lust, Karen began to grind her entire face all over
Janet's pussy, cheek to cheek and forehead to chin,
until it was completely covered with a mixture of cum,
her own breast milk and her own saliva. She then raised
up between her mother's splayed thighs and launched
herself forward onto Janet's torso with their heads
coming to rest just inches apart.
This time it was Janet's turn to return what her
daughter had done downstairs and she began to lap at
her cheeks and forehead with the flat of her tongue
cleaning off the gooey mess. With Karen's weight
pressing uncomfortably, Janet rolled her body sideways
until both women lay side by side. She continued to lap
and lick her daughter's face until it was almost devoid
of the mixture, while savoring the aroma of their
combined juices.
Her final act at this moment was a duplication of what
Karen had done to her earlier and she began to move the
tip of her tongue in and out of her daughter's
nostrils, going further in each time until she was
virtually fucking Karen's nose with her tongue. For her
part, Karen continued to lay passively not being able
to do anything but moan at her mother's ministrations.
Janet finally ceased tonguing Karen's face and rolled
her daughter off of her and over onto her back. Both
women remained silent for many minutes until Janet sat
up on the edge of the bed to take a drink from her wine
glass. Turning backwards to look at her daughter she
said, "Are you alright, dear?"
"Oh, mother, that was so wonderful. I just love to make
you cum-- yes, I'm OK, but I wish I had a cock so I
could fuck you, too."
***
Janet didn't respond to this right away so Karen
continued on, "I never in the world believed sex could
be like this -- never in a thousand years." When Janet
still didn't respond, she asked in a mock-whining tone,
"Are you not talking to me and want to just roll over
and go to sleep -- now that you've had yours -- or are
you now feeling guilty about having heavy sex with your
own little girl? You're feeling guilty, I'll bet."
Still not speaking, Janet reached out and picked up
Karen's glass and handed it to her. "Here -- down this!
You're going to need it." The tone in Janet's voice
surprised Karen. It was still husky and had that tense
tone to it that Karen came to associate with her
mother's sexual arousal. Without hesitating Karen sat
up and downed the contents of the glass and set it
down. Seeing this, Janet got unsteadily to her feet and
reached down to take her daughter's hand.
"Come on, darling. It's your turn."
Even though she stood up and followed her mother toward
the master bath she was puzzled. She asked, "Where are
we going, mom?"
"The other morning you said your favorite place was the
bathroom, didn't you?"
"Well, yes, but I..."
"Don't worry, dear. We're going to get to that, I
promise. That is, if you're going to ask what I think
you're going to ask. You want me to eat you, don't
you?"
"Well, yes, I was hoping that..."
"And I'm going to -- believe me, I'm going to. But
first I want to do what you promised you would do for
me, OK?"
By this time they were in the bathroom and both
remained standing, Karen facing away from her mother,
not quite knowing what to do.
"Now, dear, if you don't mind, I'd very much like to
watch you masturbate. Would you do that for me, huh?"
Karen felt a tinge of disappointment because she had
hoped that her mother would reciprocate her own act of
cunnilingus, but she also was aware of what she had
told her mother about doing anything she desired and
had even specifically promised to masturbate in front
of her. So she quickly resigned herself to carrying out
her mother's wish. In a couple of seconds she had even
convinced herself that what she was about to do was
going to be actually exciting for at least two reasons.
First, it would give her an uninterrupted chance to
bring herself to orgasm while she looked at her
mother's visually arousing body. And second, there was
something terribly lewd about being totally sexually
uninhibited by masturbating in front of her.
All of these thoughts raced through her mind as she
turned and said, "Of course, mother, I'd love to. How
do you want me to do it."
"Well, I'd like you to kind of pretend I'm not even
here. Just do what you normally would do when you're
alone and you play with yourself, OK."
"Sure, I'll try. But that'll be awfully hard to do
because I want to look at you while I'm doing it."
"I know. That's OK. Just go ahead and do what you want.
I'll just watch."
Karen then proceeded to remove her blouse and skirt.
Like her mother, she wasn't wearing any panties, but as
she started to reach behind her to undo the garter belt
Janet quickly said, "Uh, darling. If you don't mind,
please leave the rest of your stuff on. You're such a
sexy sight in your garter belt and hose and heels. Do
you mind?"
"Of course not, mom."
Standing again facing away from her mother, Karen
remained motionless for a few seconds as she thought
about what she was going to do. She then walked over to
the toilet and raised the lid and turning, sat down.
She was about to open her thighs when a sudden wave of
embarrassment swept over her and she said, without
looking at Janet, "Oh, wow. I don't believe how
embarrassed I feel right now. I've never, ever done
this before in front of anyone."
"You mean nobody has ever watched you masturbate
yourself before? Not even your own husband?"
"Richard's pretty much a straight arrow, mom. As loving
as he is, he just doesn't go in for anything out of the
ordinary and I've never pushed him because I've never
really done anything weird myself until now."
"Yeah, weird is right. But fun, huh?" Janet commented
as she moved over to Karen's side and sat herself on
the edge of the bathtub a couple of feet away.
"OK," Janet said, "I'm ready as soon as you are."
"Gosh, mother, I feel really funny about this -- I
mean, jerking off in front of my own mother."
"What's there to feel funny about, dear? You just ate
my pussy.
This can't hold a candle to that!"
"I know, I know. But still, this is really
embarrassing. I don't know whether I can really do it
or not."
"Well, I tell you what. If we can get you hot again,
you'll do it. I know you will. Would you like me to
kiss you first? Maybe while I'm kissing you, you can
start fingering yourself. That way you won't see me
looking at you and maybe it won't be so embarrassing,
OK?"
"OK. Let's give it a try," Karen said.
Janet scooted a foot to her left until she was
positioned at an angle just oblique to Karen and where
all she had to do was lean forward to be able to kiss
her. She did this without hesitation and as their lips
met, Karen closed her eyes and dropped her left hand
between her legs and tentatively inserted her fingers
between her still swollen labia. She was surprised to
find that her entire cunt area was still engorged and
fully wet as she found her clitoris and began to gently
fondle it from the side. With the familiar feel of her
own fingers on her clit and her mother's lips and
tongue working away at her mouth, it was only a matter
of moments until she was once again inflamed with the
lust that had driven her to do and say the things she
just recently had.
As her excitement mounted with the continued
manipulation of her pussy, she opened her eyes only to
discover that her mother's eyes were also half open
looking at her and the lust in them was plainly
evident. This further aroused her to the point where
she drew away from Janet and sat straight upright on
the toilet seat. Janet also pulled back and put both
hands to her sides on the flat of the tub edge and just
looked at Karen lovingly.
"God, you're a sexy sight, darling. You ought to see
how really sexy you look right now, sitting there
playing with yourself."
Her mother's reassuring words provided additional
incentive so that Karen spread her full thighs even
wider apart and lowered her right hand to her groin and
used the fingers to spread her pussy lips apart while
her left hand continued to diddle her clitoris.
"And you smell heavenly. The combination of your cunt
and perfume is absolutely heavenly."
Karen continued to stare straight ahead as she played
with herself, not daring to look over at her mother.
She was now fully aroused and didn't want to take the
chance of breaking the spell by making even the
slightest movement with her head. As she continued on
she gradually let her eyes close until they were shut.
At that point, however, the old image of her mother
from so long ago appeared as if by magic. She quickly
open her eyes and turned her head to Janet and came
face to face with almost the same image. Janet look
straight into her eyes and, it seemed, into her soul.
"Karen, you're the most beautiful woman I have ever
known. I love you so much, darling. I never knew that
sex with another woman could be this lovely. It's
awesome -- and with my own daughter. It takes my breath
away."
Hearing these loving words from her mother filled Karen
with an emotion she had only had a hint of in the past
few days. Now it was almost overpowering. There seemed
to be no way in the world that she could express how
she felt at this moment. It was a combination of the
utmost deep love coupled with an unparalleled depth of
total lust and lewdness. Nothing in her past experience
came anywhere close to this feeling.
The headiness of her emotions drove Karen to both widen
her legs and quicken the motion of her hand and she
continued masturbating until it seemed she couldn't
breathe. Then she had to stop, both from being
breathless and because her arm was starting to tire.
As she sat still a few moments but continued to look
into her mother's eyes she said, "And I love you, too,
mother. There's no way I can tell you how much." She
then resumed her hand movements, but let go of her
labia with her right hand and raised it to her right
breast cupping its heavy weight in her palm. As she
lifted it and let it drop a few times she continued to
squeeze and soon the tip of her nipple showed evidence
of the milk contained inside as a few drops appeared
and slowly rolled down the underside of her tit. Then
she grasped the very end of her nipple and softly
twisted it, rolling it back and forth between thumb and
forefinger.
Finally, she once again grasped it from beneath and,
tilting her head downward, brought the nipple to her
lips and began to mouth it. The pressure of the breast
being forced upward along with her gentle sucking now
created a steady stream of milk. Since she wasn't
really sucking the nipple and areola into her mouth,
but rather just manipulating it with her lips the milk
began to immediately dribble out and down her chin,
some of it continuing to her throat while the rest
dropped off to fall on the compacted skin of her upper
breast.
This was almost too much for her, but at the same time
wasn't enough and she felt a faint vacancy in her body
that she couldn't identify. In an instant she knew
exactly what she wanted and moved herself forward on
the toilet seat as far as she could while still keeping
her hand between her thighs.
Taking her mouth from her nipple without releasing her
hold on her breast Karen looked over at Janet who was
mesmerized at the sight of her daughter's shamelessly
abandoned behavior. With flushed face and chest and
swollen lips she said breathlessly, "Mother, I know you
just want to watch, but I need for you to do something
for me."
CHAPTER 6
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Janet preceded her daughter back into the bedroom, went
to the bed and pulled back the covers and sheets. She
then went around to the far side of the bed and picked
up the champagne bottle and poured her glass to the
brim following which she downed the entire glass in one
swallow.
"Wow, I got thirsty in there. You want some, dear?"
"Sure," Karen said, seating herself on the other side
of the bed. She picked up her own glass from the
nightstand and held it out to Janet who filled it.
Putting the glass the her lips she happened to glance
down at the nightstand and noticed the four clothespins
she had retrieved earlier at her mother's request.
After taking a sip of the wine she turned to Janet and
asked, "What did you want those clothespins for,
mother?"
After a slight pause Janet said, "I'll show you in just
a bit dear. I want to take a breather for a minute,
OK?"
"Can't you just tell me what they're for. You don't
have to show me."
"Well, sure, I guess. Uh, what I'm about to tell you,
you might not like about me, but I want you to promise
that you won't be judgmental, alright?"
"Mother," Karen said in somewhat of an exasperated
tone, "how could I be judgmental? Huh? After all this?"
"I know dear, but there are some things about me that
you don't know yet and might find a little strange -
things that I like that you might not find quite as
appetizing as I do."
"Come on, mother," Karen chided, "I love you. It can't
be all that bad."
"Yeah, well, I don't think it's so bad, but when I was
your age if someone told me what I'm about to tell you
I'd have thought they were real perverts."
When Karen didn't say anything, but just continued to
look at her quizzically, Janet continued, "Anyway, over
the years I've come to discover that, uh, I find a
certain amount of what most people would call pain to
be quite pleasurable, I guess you'd say."
Seeing the startled look on her daughter's face Janet
hurried on with "But I'm not into the really heavy
stuff where people get hurt or injured."
"What then?" Karen asked frowning, not sure she liked
what she was hearing.
"Haven't you ever got so hot sometimes with your
husband that he sometimes bites you or slaps your ass -
or you do it to him?"
"Well, sure, but that's not really painful."
"It's pretty much the same thing, dear, except I don't
like to be bitten although I do like to have my ass
slapped now and then - there's nothing that warms me up
like a good spanking. I also enjoy the sensation of
having these clothespins on certain parts of my body,
especially my nipples."
"Your kidding, mom." Karen exclaimed.
"No, Karen, I'm not," Janet said seriously. "I really
enjoy the sensation. In me, at least, there seems to be
a direct line from my nipples to my cunt and I find the
pain from the clothespins a real turn on. But just
because I happen to like it doesn't mean I expect you
to so don't worry about it, please."
"OK. I won't. Do you want to do that now?"
"Sure, why not. They're not much and they don't get in
the way.
If you would, why don't you reach over there and get
them for me."
As Karen stretched herself across the bed to retrieve
the clothespins from the nightstand Janet ran her free
hand along her daughter's outstretched body from her
raised hip to the side of her breast remarking, "You
sure are a beautiful young woman, Karen. I feel so
fortunate to have you for a lover, even if you are my
own daughter."
"I know, mother, I feel the same way. Here," Karen said
softly as she tried to give the pins to her mother.
As she took another sip of her wine Janet continued to
caress Karen's breast saying, "Would you do me a favor
and put them on for me, dear. It's always more exciting
when someone else applies them rather than doing it
myself."
"Sure, I guess. How do I do it? And why do you need
four of them?"
"I'll tell you how. First take one clothespin in your
right hand and grip the tip of my nipple with your left
and pull it out." Karen did as instructed and Janet
continued, "Go ahead, really pull it out, stretch it -
that's it - now place the pin sideways over the back of
my nipple as far back as it'll go - yeah, right there
next to the areola and gently let it clamp down. Right,
go ahead, dear."
As Karen released the pressure on the clothespin she
looked up into her mother's face and saw her close her
eyes in a grimace which, however, quickly turned to an
expression of arousal.
"Oh, god, that feels good," Janet breathed. "Now do the
other tit the same way, Karen."
Her daughter did as told with the same results. When
she looked down again at Janet's breasts both nipples
had swollen up beyond belief and had turned an almost
bright red.
"Now the other two, darling. And don't worry so much.
You're not going to injure me. Believe me, the feeling
is exquisite.
"Take another clothespin and this time clamp it on
straight from the front so that it's pinned right on
the tip of my nipple, OK?"
Karen did just as her mother asked which caused Janet
to emit a low grumbling moan and hunch her shoulders
forward. Karen then took the other clothespin, but
instead of applying it immediately she said to her
mother, "Does it feel good too if someone pinches and
twists your nipples really hard?"
"Yeah, that feels good too, but the sensation is
different."
Karen then reached a hand forward and grasped the
exposed swollen nipple still lacking the second
clothespin and gently, but steadily, applied increasing
pressure to it and began to twist it. At the same time
she closely watched her mother's face and was amazed
that no matter how hard she seemed to be squeezing and
turning the nipple in her fingers her mother only
moaned with what appeared to be sensual bliss.
"Doesn't that hurt, mom?" Karen asked, amazed.
"Oh, yesssss, it hurts. You do that so well, darling.
The secret is to start gently and increase the pressure
slowly - not just all at once."
Then Karen suddenly let go of the nipple, leaned
forward and flicked her warm wet tongue rapidly all
around it covering it with spit before clamping the
clothespin to it, again causing her mother to wince.
"Oh, christ, that's almost enough to make me come,"
Janet intoned as she appeared to be totally immersed in
the sensations coursing through her body. All Karen
could do was settle back and take in the scene in
wonderment.
As Janet sat on the edge of the bed with her daughter
next to her she leaned back on one hand and arm and
moved the other between her legs and began to run her
middle finger up and down her slick pussy slit.
"This is too good to pass up, dear," Janet said, "you
don't mind if I jack myself off, do you. It won't take
long - and then I'll do you like you want, OK?"
"No, mother, I don't mind. You ought to know by now
that I love to watch you masturbate. But don't wear
yourself out. And if there's anything you want me to do
just tell me, will you?"
For a few seconds Janet remained silent as she
pleasured herself, but then said in a husky voice, "Yes
- there is something you can do for me if you would.
When I come - right at the height of the first spasm -
slap me in the face - really hard, OK?"
"Really hard?" Karen asked, surprised.
"Yes - really hard," Janet grunted.
Karen rose from the bed and stood directly in front of
her mother with her legs spread and her hands on her
hips quietly looking down at her mother masturbating
and waiting for the moment to arrive. She was aroused
enough at this point watching Janet that she would have
wrung her neck if that's what she wanted. She also
couldn't believe that she wasn't having any qualms
about slapping her mother in the face.
As Janet approached climax she raised her face to her
daughter with an almost pleading expression. 'What an
amazing sight,' Karen thought, 'my own mother, nipples
painfully clamped, masturbating in front of me and
waiting for me to slap her face when she comes. It's
totally bizarre, but a tremendous turn-on!"
"Tell me when," she commanded to which Janet rejoined
breathlessly, "yeah, I'll tell you when - soon - very
soon..."
"Jesus, mother, you make me so hot doing this. Come on!
Cum for me. Do it!"
"It's almost there," Janet hissed, her hand a blur
between her legs and her breasts jiggling as her body
quivered, straining with the climactic effort.
"Here it cums, darling. Get ready. It's - yes - oh,
shit, oh yesss! It's cumming - just - now. Do it now,
oh please. Hit me!"
At just the point where Karen saw her mother's body go
rigid she reared back and brought the open palm of her
right hand resoundingly across Janet's cheek knocking
her onto her side on the bed. This didn't deter her in
the least as she continued to jerk her cunt while she
writhed in the waves of the orgasm.
As she came down, Janet flopped backwards on the bed
sobbing, causing Karen to quickly mount the bed
position herself on her knees next to her mother.
"Are you OK mom?" Karen was mortified at the thought
that she might have done real damage to her mother.
"Oh, darling, my darling little girl, that was so
beautiful.
Thank you so much," Janet panted, trying to get her
breath back. "Yes - I'm just fine. Here, dear - take
these clothespins off, will you. But watch out - do it
very slowly and gently. They hurt just as much coming
off as they do going on."
Karen began to remove the wooden clamps as her mother
instructed, but they still caused obvious pain as Janet
winced and grimaced as each one came off. When all four
where finally off Janet raised her arms and grabbed
Karen to her, kissing her deeply on the mouth.
As the two of them fell apart Janet said, "Come on,
now, dear. It's your turn again. Are you ready for it?
For what I know you want?"
"I sure am - if you are," Karen said as she moved
herself toward the head of the bed, taking the pillows
and mounding them so when she was settled she was
almost half sitting up.
"Why don't you just lie flat back, Karen. Wouldn't you
be more comfortable that way?"
With a sly grin on her face Karen said, "No - I want to
watch, too."
When Janet still remained in her reclining position
Karen finally asked, "Well... I'm waiting. Whenever
you're ready, mother."
"I'm ready too, dear. I'm just waiting for you to tell
me what you want me to do."
"You know what I want," Karen said hoarsely as she
looked deeply into her mother's eye.
"Of course I know," Janet rejoined, holding her
daughter's eyes with her own, "but I want to hear you
say it. And I want you tell me what you want in the
most lewd and filthy language you can. You know, the
stuff I would have washed your mouth out with soap for
if when you were younger."
Karen felt her face start to redden and her pulse
quicken as she said, "I want you to eat my cunt,
mother. I want you to french my cunt with your mouth -
with your lips and tongue, until I cum. And while
you're doing that with your mouth I also want you to
play with my pussy - stick your fingers in me."
Hearing herself say these things to her mother sounded
like they were coming from another person, but the
effect was the same; she felt she was becoming almost
viciously aroused, but she couldn't stop herself as she
continued, "Oh yeah, and I also want you to finger fuck
me in the ass, too. And while you're doing that I'm
going to play with my own tits while I watch you do
it."
As Karen hesitated in listing her desires, Janet began
to position herself for the coming task by lowering her
head toward Karen's crotch, but was brought up short
when her daughter interjected in a commanding voice,
"But before you start eating me, first I want you to
kiss my legs - both of them - all over. Use your tongue
on them. Get them good and wet, from ankle to knee and
then work your way up my thighs until you get to my
cunt!"
Getting to her knees Janet asked, "Don't you want to
take off your nylons, darling?"
"No," Karen said harshly, "I want you to lick my legs
with them on."
When Janet hesitated, Karen put a hand to her shoulder
and demanded, "Come on, just do it, for god's sake.
Lick my legs - it turns me on."
Janet lifted one of Karen's nylon encased legs by the
ankles and began to run her tongue about the ankle and
then slowly higher, twisting and turning her head as
she attempted to cover every inch. As she did this
Karen just watched her silently as she lightly caressed
both her breasts with the her fingertips. When Janet
reached the knee of one leg she was tempted to just
dive into her daughter's pussy and get on with it, but
as she glanced at Karen something about her expression
made her lower that leg and lift the other one, giving
it the same treatment.
When she had worked her mouth to the point where it
reached the stocking top and touched bare skin it
caused Karen to jerk and bring her knees together on
each side of Janet's head. Gently but forcefully Janet
used her hands to part Karen's thighs as she stuck out
her tongue and ran it in a series of loops every
upwards toward her daughter's swollen open pussy.
Janet circled Karen's pussy with her lips and tongue
without actually touching the turgid wet inner flesh.
Putting her hands under Karen's buttocks and grasping a
cheek in each hand she prompted Karen to raise her hips
thereby affording a wide open path which Janet followed
directly to Karen's rectum. Sticking out her moist
tongue and flexing it into a hard point she then began
to work around Karen's asshole until she finally
penetrated the sphincter causing her to emit a long low
animal growl.
When she felt she had it wet enough she replaced her
tongue with a finger, slowly inserting it bit by bit
while twisting and turning it. As she did so she could
feel Karen's asshole alternately tighten and relax in
gentle spasms. As she did this she allowed Karen's hip
to lower until they were back in contact with the bed
at which point she took one leg and pushed it into the
air, spreading Karen's thighs as wide as she could. She
then wasted no time.
When she felt she had it wet enough she replaced her
tongue with a finger, finger, slowly inserting it bit
by bit while twisting and turning it. As she did so she
could feel Karen's asshole alternately tighten and
relax in gentle spasms. As she did this she allowed
Karen's hip to lower until they were back in contact
with the bed at which point she took one leg and pushed
it into the air, spreading Karen's thighs as wide as
she could. could. She wasted no time in finding her
daughter's erect clitoris and began to suck on it
between her lips while flicking it with the tip of her
tongue.
As her mother worked on her Karen grew ever more
excited until she felt she was almost on the verge of
swooning. Her breathing was heavy, ragged and uneven
and she felt feverish. As Janet continued to worry her
clit Karen ceased the gentle caressing she was giving
her breasts and began to squeeze them forcefully
finally grasping both engorged nipples and twisting
hard creating a myriad of thin jets of milk which
seemed to fly off in many different directions.
Just then her mother began to force another finger
beside the original one into her ass and that with the
strong sensation generated by her mouth at her cunt
Karen felt herself being lifted off like a rocket into
space as her whole being began to shake and quiver with
the rapid swell toward the peak of orgasm.
It hit her more forcefully than anything she had ever
experienced before and seemed to hold there forever
until she felt that every muscle in her body was in the
jaws of a vice and she was powerless to utter even a
faint sound. Then the spasm released and with it her
weight dropped only to be followed by another spasm and
another and another until they started to weaken.
Releasing her breasts and flopping her arms out to her
sigh she cried, "Mother - stop, please. I can't take
anymore," and she rolled to one side in an attempt to
rid herself of the mouth glued to her cunt.
Janet then raised her head and at the same time
withdrew her fingers from her daughter's asshole which
caused Karen to reflexively jerk once more after which
she lay almost frightening still in total exhaustion.
Neither woman said a word as Janet moved herself around
so that she lay alongside Karen, gently cradling her in
her arms with her head resting on her abundant, milk-
wet breasts. Both women remained in that position and
fell asleep.
CHAPTER 7
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Following that fateful evening where all barriers had
been breached between mother and daughter, Janet and
Karen continued to lead a life of fulfillment in each
other that neither could possibly have ever imagined.
Time passed quickly with days turning into weeks. The
mundane chores of everyday living now seemed to take on
an aura of joy as both women helped and supported one
another. Their lovemaking was the basis for their
blooming relationship and the sessions were many and
spontaneous. At first, shyness limited displays of
affection to the home scene, but as time passed the
overwhelming need to shower each other with physical
reassurances of their fondness for each other expanded
their boundaries.
In the beginning it was simply holding hands when they
took the baby for a stroll in the neighborhood park.
The light kisses on the cheek in the car turned into
extended french kisses with no heed to the general
public passing by. Downtown shopping at Carson's one
day while Janet was trying on a new dress in the
changing room Karen suddenly barged in and stripped
Janet completely. While fully dressed herself, Karen
then proceeded to french off her mother while she
masturbated herself with a hand thrust under her own
dress. Their sometimes daring exploits only seemed to
fuel their desire and each night was filled with long,
blissful physical and emotional coupling.
From time to time Karen would receive letters from her
husband, but her relationship with her mother precluded
everything else in her life. When she answered the
letters it was no longer with loving thought, but
rather just a chore to be accomplished and she lost
track of her emotional attachment to her marriage. The
pressing need she had felt when Harold had left for him
to be present at some of the precious times in their
daughter's young life were now all but forgotten. And
when they occurred she didn't seem to care whether he
would be there for the little one's first word or first
step.
One letter did arrive which had a temporarily profound
affect upon her. Harold had written her that because of
the tense Middle East and East African crises he had
been asked to volunteer for and had agreed to an
additional six months overseas duty. Upon reading this
news Karen was startled to realize that she was filled
with joy. That meant she would have that much more time
with her mother. The horizon seemed limitless then, but
she was aware of a subtle sense of guilt about being
glad her husband would be away for so long. The reality
of the here and now managed to take hold in a very
short time and she soon forgot about her husband and
returned to being engrossed with her mother.
For Janet, the news of Harold's extended absence made
her feel uneasy. What had started out as a simple,
however complex, affair with her daughter was heading
in directions she was not sure would prove emotionally
beneficial for either of them. She remained silent,
however, because she too had been so strongly drawn to
the relationship that she wasn't prepared to risk
turning its direction even in the slightest.
Near the end of the third month the point finally
arrived, however, where Janet's more widely developed
hedonistic appetite began to crave some of the more
bizarre experiences she had become accustomed to over
the years, but which were new and shocking to Karen.
They had repeated a number of times the use of the
clothespins, but Karen didn't seem to be impressed one
way or the other; she didn't protest, but neither did
she seem interested in pursuing it for herself as Janet
had hoped. During one particularly wild lovemaking
session when both women were in an extremely licentious
mood Janet managed to talk Karen into clothespinning
themselves together by their nipples and then
masturbating each other while they kissed.
It had proved immensely satisfying for both of them.
She thought at that juncture that that might have
gotten Karen a little more interested in exploring the
area, but when she next tried to bring the subject up
Karen had again resumed her nonchalant attitude toward
it.
One evening while reminiscing before the fireplace
Janet had gotten so caught up in her memories that she
worked herself into a mental frenzy to such an extent
that she practically begged Karen to give her a
spanking. It was obvious from her daughter's response
that she would do it, but really didn't want to and
Janet was smart enough to realize then that forcing the
issue might somehow alter what they had together
sexually in a negative manner. So she backed out, but
Janet's fantasies that night while making love with
Karen turned for once away from her and toward a more
exciting, forbidden realm.
As the relationship entered its fourth idyllic month
Janet received a call one day that was to prove fateful
for both women. It seemed that a couple she had known
in California for many years and with whom she had had
an extended sexual relationship, both individually and
as a couple, had relocated to Chicago. Janet an the
couple had all been members of a popular BDSM club in
Los Angeles.
In addition to the regular club activities, the three
of them met together to try out various BDSM techniques
and activities and had remained friends for a number of
years until the couple had moved to the Midwest. When
the couple, Tom and Shelley Krispin, had tried to reach
Janet back in California just recently their mutual
contact there had given them Karen's Chicago phone
number and they called. It was not time at all before a
dinner date had been arranged and the couple was
invited to Karen's home.
That evening went smoothly enough owing to the fact
that Janet had surreptitiously called them back before
the dinner to warn them off of any mention of their
previous relationship in California. For her part,
Karen was delighted that her mother had found friends
here in Chicago, but soon developed a slight tinge of
jealousy that Janet's involvement with them would take
time out of her relationship with her mother. This was
to prove true and is what eventually transpired.
***
The week following the initial dinner engagement, Tom
and Shelley had reciprocated and invited Janet and
Karen to come to their house for an evening. Since
Karen felt it would be an imposition on everyone to
have to drag the baby along and really didn't feel at
ease with hiring a sitter, she insisted that her mother
go by herself. Janet did and it altered everything in
their lives from that point on.
It wasn't minutes following Janet's arrival at Tom and
Shelley's that drinks had been poured and consumed and
the three of them found themselves once more involved
in the games which in the past had been so mutually
fulfilling. Unbeknownst to Janet, sometime during the
evening in the throes of passion, either Tom or Shelley
had been just a little too rough with a riding crop and
had left some marks on Janet's ass and upper thighs.
Luckily for her she had discovered them herself in the
mirror the first thing the morning after before Karen
had a chance to find them. There certainly would have
been no reasonable explanation for a number of
crisscrossing red welts on that area of the body.
It was all Janet could do for a week to be sure Karen
would not be able to find them. For days in a row she
either pleaded sickness or insisted that their
lovemaking be carried out under mostly darkened
conditions where disclosure wouldn't be possible. After
about a week the marks were completely gone and some
semblance of their normal physical activity resumed,
but it was never to be the same again.
For the next couple of months Janet kept up her weekly
visits to the Krispin's home and was always careful to
not let herself be marked in any way which arouse
Karen's suspicions. Eventually, she had to disclose to
Tom and Shelley her situation vis a vis Karen and they
were most supportive; they even tendered a gentle
suggestion that Karen was welcome to join their
festivities if she cared to. Janet made the polite
apologies as it was obvious that this was definitely
not Karen's "thing."
Into the seventh month Karen received an invitation
from an old school friend to spend an evening on the
town. They planned to go downtown and have dinner and
then to a show and then maybe even up to Rush Street to
see the late night sights. Karen was excited about this
and begged Janet to please stay home and watch they
baby. Janet readily agreed and suggested that it might
be an opportune to have the Krispins over for the
evening. And so it was arranged.
That evening Karen left the house about 4:30 in order
to meet her friend downtown at a Chinese restaurant.
The Krispins showed up for their visit with Janet
around six and by seven they and Janet had consumed
enough alcohol that they had lost most of their
inhibitions. Janet had originally considered it too
risky to try and do anything at this location. But as
the evening progressed and the three reminisced about
the good times past and recent they all became
libidinous and mutual desire overcame caution. Thus
they headed for the bedroom to indulge their lust sure
of the fact that Karen was gone until at least
midnight.
They never heard Karen enter the house at 8:30 or climb
the stairs although she took no pains to conceal her
presence; she was more than happy to be home early and
anticipated seeing the Krispins again followed by
another wonderful evening of lovemaking with her
mother. She had indeed met her old school chum as
planned, but during dinner the woman had become sick to
her stomach and felt she should go home rather than
spoil the rest of the evening for both of them. It had
taken Janet about another hour to make it home.
Surprised at finding the lights on downstairs but no
one around she hung up her coat, dropped her purse on
the table and headed upstairs to check on the baby. As
she headed toward the nursery at the end of the hall
she passed Janet's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar
so she stopped and pushed it all the way open expecting
to find Janet in bed.
She was dumbstruck at the sight that met her eyes in
the dim candlelight. The first thing she was aware of
was her mother, completely naked on her knees with her
arms raised and out to her sides tied to each of the
end posts of the bed. To her left stood Shelley Krispin
dressed in the most whorish outfit Karen had ever laid
eyes on. Her auburn hair was piled high on her head and
she wore a black leather collar around her neck. The
black bra that encased her medium sized breasts had the
centers cut out of each cup allowing the nipple of each
breast to jut through.
She also had on a black garter belt from which were
suspended black mesh hose from mid-thigh down ending in
what looked like impossibly high heeled black pumps. In
her hand she held what appeared to be about a two-foot
length of garden hose. Tom, her husband was kneeling on
the bed directly in front of Janet and Karen could
finally make out that he was clad only in what seemed
to be black leather briefs from which protruded a large
and very hard penis, most of which was imbedded in her
mother's mouth and which she was sucking with obvious
relish.
Janet had her back to the door so was unaware of
Karen's entrance, but Tom and Shelley immediately saw
her and froze; the only movement in the room now was
Janet's head as she continued to blissfully felate the
rigid cock poking into her face. It was the most
obscene sight that Karen had ever seen in her life. As
she looked down at her mother's buttocks she noticed
that they were red from some form of beating but were
not bruised nor was the skin broken.
Everything was frozen in time until something finally
snapped in Karen. It seemed that her whole life just
exploded and poured from her wide open mouth as she
yelled, "Mother, what in god's name IS this?" at which
Janet quickly spit out the cock invading her mouth and
yanked her head around seeing Karen for the first time.
She seemed to brighten at seeing her daughter and she
smiled invitingly as she said in her husky arousal
laden voice, "Hello, darling - why don't you come in
and join us?"
CHAPTER 8
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After another few moments of stony silence Karen, full
now of hate, guilt, remorse and, most of all an
overpowering jealous rage, growled, "Get out - both of
you," pointing an outstretched finger at first Shelley
and then Tom. "Go on! Right now - get the hell out of
here and don't ever come back!"
Janet started to intervene by pleading, "Karen,
darling, it's not what you think - " but Karen became
even more vehement, her voice now rising in both volume
and pitch. "You two! I said get the fuck out of here.
Now! Pick up and just leave."
Something in Karen's voice left no room for negotiation
and Tom looked at his wife and just shrugged. Then he
leaned forward and attempted to plant a light parting
kiss to Janet's cheek, but she averted her head and
avoided it. Finally he climbed down from the bed and
retrieved his clothes from a chair against the wall as
his wife did the same. Without another word they both
hastily moved past Karen and out the door and down the
stairs.
Karen didn't move at all until she heard the front door
open and close. Then she walked over to her mother's
side and looked down at her with an expression of
unbridled scorn as her eyes began to well with tears
born of deep hurt, jealousy, frustration and utter
betrayal. For the longest time she couldn't bring
herself to move as myriad emotions staged what seemed
like a life and death struggle inside her.
As she raised her head and surveyed the dimly lit room
her eyes came to rest on the various objects strewn
about on the bedspread. As she took them in she felt
like she was staring at a complete layout of an adult
toy catalog. Mostly there were a number of various
types of whips and dildos along with handcuffs, rope
and a couple of other shackling devices. There were
also the ubiquitous clothespins and smaller objects
that looked like long metal clamps with teeth in them.
For Karen it was an unbelievable sight and it
confounded her. She knew her mother was into pain, but
she had no idea that she would go to these lengths.
Acting as if driven by some outer force she finally
leaned over and grabbed the largest dildo on the bed.
It seemed humongous to her. As she gazed at it in her
hand she heard her mother say, "Darling, won't you
please untie me and let's talk about this - please."
Her voice now icy cold and unemotional Karen said,
still staring at the dildo, "Why, mother? Why should I
untie you? This is what you want, isn't it. This is
what you've wanted all along. This is what you've
wanted from me and I wouldn't give it to you so you got
it elsewhere because you just had to have it. You're
sick, mother, do you know that - you're sick.
After catching her breath she continued in the same
cold manner, "Well, mother, your going to get your
wish. I'm going to give you just what you want."
Janet was now becoming increasingly frightened by
Karen's strange tone of voice, one which she had never
heard before and she began begging, "Please, dearest -
just untie me and let's talk this through. When we've
both cooled down a little you'll begin to see this for
what it really is."
"You don't think I know what this is, huh? DO YOU THINK
I'M STUPID??" she shouted. "Well, it's pretty obvious
to me what all this is about, mommy dearest. I've let
you down and wouldn't satisfy your desires. Well that's
going to change right now. I'm about to give you
everything you could possibly ever have dreamed of.
You're - going - to - just - love - it," she ended
sarcastically, biting off each word.
Turning on her heel and walking to a position in back
of her mother, Karen grasped the base end of the dildo
firmly in one hand and leaned over. "Spread your legs
further open. Now!"
"Please, Karen, can't we just talk about this?" her
mother pleaded once again.
"You won't spread, is that it? OK - then you'll just
have to take it this way."
With her free hand she inserted a finger between her
mother's asscheeks and quickly found the anal opening.
She then directed the end of the dildo to the position
and without warning jammed it roughly forward. As if
her rectum had already been prepared for it, the dildo
didn't meet much resistance at first which prompted
Karen to keep pushing on it until it was sunk up to its
entire length in Janet's asshole. This caused a cry of
real pain from her mother, but Karen appeared to be
quite unconcerned.
"Feel good, does it, mother? I'm glad your enjoying it
because this is only the beginning." With tears running
down her cheeks and an expression of true distress on
her face Janet turned to her daughter and said, "Oh,
please, Karen..."
"No need to be polite now, is there, mother. You're
getting what you want - and deserve. Now - let's see
here," Karen said as she eyed the objects on the bed.
"We have a real assortment. These things look really
interesting." She picked up a couple of the metal
alligator clips and opened and closed the jaws between
her fingers. "I wonder what these are used for?
Clothespins not enough, eh. Now we're into metal teeth.
I bet these really feel good."
Her face drawn with bitterness, she knelt down beside
her mother and roughly grabbed on of her breasts by the
nipple and pulled it out to the side causing Janet to
once more cry out in pain as her nipple was stretched
to its limit. "Let's see how this feels," Karen said
capriciously as she placed the large metal clip to the
nipple and let go. Janet's body now began to struggle
against the combined pain of the clip and that of the
dildo invading her rectum and she fought vainly to free
her wrists from the bedposts.
Very slowly and deliberately Karen picked up another
alligator clip and walked around behind Janet and
affixed it to her other nipple. "Please, darling..."
Janet begged, but the only response from her daughter
was a resounding slap across the face.
"There. That's what you like, right? Well, you're
getting it. Now stop whining and enjoy it, you fucking
slut - you whorish dyke bitch." After a pause to
consider, Karen mused wryly, "Hmmmm, let's see. What
should we do next. Maybe we should blindfold you and
put a gag in your mouth. But no - I want you to see
what's going on and I really want to here you scream."
The thought of her mother screaming suddenly reminded
Karen that she hadn't yet looked in on the baby.
"Wait here, bitch, while I check on your granddaughter
- not that you're going anywhere" Checking to make sure
Karen was securely bound Karen then departed the room
for the nursery leaving Janet on her knees hanging from
the bedposts and sobbing hysterically. When she
returned five minutes later her footsteps sounded to
Janet as if she were even more determined than before.
Karen walked over to the side of the bed within Janet's
view and looked squarely at her.
"Well, I'm new to this and don't have the obvious
subtlety of your years of experience so I'm just going
to have to do what comes to mind and I can't think of
anything else now except a good sound whipping."
"Karen..." her mother sobbed.
"Don't Karen me, you filthy slut. Quit your sniveling,"
Karen retorted viciously, "This is what you wanted and
this is what you're going to get so stop acting like a
baby." Looking again at the array of whips and paddles
on the bed her eyes came to rest on a particularly mean
looking instrument. It had a black leather wrapped
handle about a foot long from which trailed a number of
thin black leather strips, each of which was knotted at
the end.
"I think this looks appropriate. What do you think,
mother," she said cheerfully as she picked up the whip.
As Janet saw what she was referring to a look of real
fear crossed her face which caused Karen to remark,
"Ahhh, I can see you're at least familiar with this,
huh. Good. I think it's appropriate for the situation.
It's called a cat-o-nine-tails isn't it. Except that
this cat appears to have a few more than nine tails."
Suddenly Karen raised her arm with the whip high over
her head and brought it down with a resound crack of
the bedspread. "Yes indeed. This will do very nicely."
Eyes wide with fright, Janet followed her daughter as
Karen slowly walked to position herself to one side of
her. "Now," she intoned, "for all your sins mother, you
are about to receive the punishment you deserve and
have waited so long for. Say your prayers!" And with
that, Karen reared back and brought the whip down with
all the force she could muster at an angle across her
mother's jutting ass cheeks.
The whip made a loud "pflattt" sound as it met Janet's
flesh. The pain was like nothing Janet had ever before
experienced. It seared through her whole body and
caused it to jerk as if high voltage had been applied
and the howl which left her throat half deafened both
of them. Karen left no room for Janet to even begin to
recover as she once more brought the whip down on her
mother's ass. Again Janet screamed as if to wake the
world.
Karen hesitated and looked down at her handiwork. The
two lashes had left a wealth of angry red trails
traversing both of Janet's buttocks from her waist to
her upper thighs. Before Karen's eyes the marks from
the second lash began to swell and form ugly welts some
of which began to bleed, the blood appearing in places
and slowly trickling downward, mingling with the
residue of the first lash.
Suddenly everything collapsed in Karen in a flash; in a
moment of crystal clarity and she knew it was all over.
She began to sob uncontrollably as she stepped forward
and undid the bindings holding her mother's wrists.
Janet, surprised at the sudden change, looked up at
Karen and managed to say, "Oh, Karen..." before she was
cut off with, "Just shut up mother. I want you to leave
this house and never, ever come back again. I never
want to see or hear from you again, ever."
Karen then dropped the whip and fell to her knees,
covering her face as she continued to cry. Janet got
shakily to her feet, her knees wobbly from having been
in the kneeling position for so long and approached her
daughter. With one hand she rubbed her now swollen
posterior smearing blood all over and with the other
reached out and laid it on Karen's shoulders. No sooner
had she done so than Karen viciously knocked it away
and snarled, "GET OUT - NOW! I hate you. I never want
to ever lay eyes on you again. Get your things and
leave."
Resigned to the moment, Janet proceeded to leave the
room at which point Karen collapsed on the floor and
curled herself up in a fetal position.
How long she remained on the floor she didn't know. She
seemed to have a vague recollection of hearing the
front door close, but it seemed so far off. Bestirring
herself the first thing she noticed was that she was
fully dressed and that the room was completely dark -
the candles must have gone out. For a second or two she
couldn't figure out why on earth she had fallen asleep
on the floor of her mother's room.
Her memory then kicked in like a thunder clap and she
recalled the whole series of previous events in a
fraction of a second. To her credit her next thought
was of the baby. Rising as quickly as she could she
made her way groggily to the nursery only to discover
that her daughter was fast asleep and breathing
normally as if nothing had happened at all. If only she
knew, thought Karen as she once again began to silently
cry.
In a couple of minutes she had gathered her wits about
her enough to think and hoped beyond hope that maybe
her mother hadn't left after all and was just asleep
downstairs or in her, Karen's room. Leaving the nursery
she peeked into her bedroom which was empty. She then
went downstairs turning on the stairwell lights and
looked around the living room. No Janet. She then
toured the rest of the house only to discover that a
number of her mother's things like toilet articles, her
purse and her coat were no longer to be found in their
usual places. She had, in fact, actually left.
At a loss for what to do she headed back to the nursery
and slumped into the one stuffed chair there and tried
to sort out what had happened. It was all a jumble and
she just couldn't seem to grasp and hold onto any
single thing that provided her a jumping off point to
organize her thoughts and feelings. All she was really
aware of was an all pervading hurt and sadness. As she
became conscious of this and remarked on it to herself
she once again fell into a troubled slumber only to be
awakened by her daughter's crying.
As she opened her eyes she was almost blinded by the
sun coming in the window. Squinting, she rose and went
to the crib and picked up the baby and carried it with
her downstairs. There she made herself a pot of coffee
and when it was finished and she had drunk half a cup
she sat down on the sofa with the child in her arms and
started to breast feed it.
No sooner had the baby began to suckle than that now
familiar erotic tension started to tingle through her
insides. Up till now Karen had been functioning in a
daze brought on by the necessity of her body and mind
to shut out the previous night's activities and
feelings. The physical stirrings engendered by the
child at her breast, however, overrode the blocking
mechanism and allowed her memory and emotions to
surface.
It was just too much for her and she to cry again.
Realizing that it the action of the baby's mouth she
gently removed the child from her breast and lay it on
the sofa. She then went into the kitchen and got out
the newly purchased baby bottles and nipples, heated a
little milk in a pan and tried for the first time to
bottle feed the infant. To her surprise, it went
without a hitch and she was overjoyed.
As she sat feeding her child she once more entered that
fog that allowed her to escape the unpleasantness of
her situation - until the phone rang. Still not
thinking, she put the child down and got up and
answered it. The shock of her mother's voice on the
other end saying, "Karen, darling. Please..." was such
a jolt that she immediately slammed the receiver back
into its cradle and stood stock still as she tried to
deal with the mass confusion of her feelings.
The rest of the day was much the same as she went
mindlessly about the normal routine of her life. About
every two hours the phone would ring. The first couple
of times she answered it and discovering it was her
mother she hung up without saying a word. Then she just
didn't bother to answer it at all, but just let it
ring.
During the next two days the phone rang progressively
less and on the third day not one call came in at all.
On the fifth day, the phone did ring and she decided to
answer it. It wasn't her mother but rather Tom Krispin.
He began to plead with her to be reasonable and to tell
her what a troubled woman her mother was. By now, Karen
had developed a protective shell of ambivalence to what
had happened and when she had heard enough simply hung
up gently.
***
One evening about a week and a half later she sat
watching a prime time sitcom in which a mother was
joshing her daughter about her love life. Something in
the comedic patter triggered Karen and brought about a
surge of guilt about how she had treated her mother. It
was at this juncture that she began to return to some
semblance of her normal healthy self. Realizing, of
course, that the situation with her mother had been
cataclysmic and that it could never flourish as it had
in those few idyllic weeks she nonetheless felt that
she needed to repair the damage she had caused.
Immediately she went to the phone and found the
Krispins number. They were home, but when Karen said
she wanted to speak to her mother she was told rather
coldly that Janet had returned to California the
previous day. She then tried the California number but
it didn't answer.
She tried without success and a mounting sense of dread
to phone her mother for three days running. Finally, on
the fourth day her mother picked up the phone. When
Karen tried to apologize in her attempt to reconcile
matters her mother simply said in what sounded to Karen
like an infinitely tired voice that she thought that
Karen needed to lead her own life and that things would
be much better if they severed forever their
relationship. With that the phone went dead in Karen's
hand.
Karen went into an immediate funk and spend the
remainder of the evening crying. After a night of
fitfully tossing and turning she tried again the next
morning to call her mother. When her mother discovered
it was her daughter on the line she hung up.
Karen was beside herself with hurt and despair. She
didn't know now what to do so she did nothing. And
continued doing nothing day in and day out except the
bare necessary tasks to keep herself and her baby
alive. She only went outdoors to shop. She sat for long
hours in one room or another of the house just staring
without seeing. This went on until a neighbor couple
down the block who she and Harold had been friendly
with sensed that something was wrong and decided to
investigate. When Karen answered the door they were
horrified at her appearance. When they tried to enter
they got far enough in to discover that the house was a
wreck and a mess before being rudely shoved back out
and the door closed in their faces.
Harold had also not received a letter from Karen for
some time now and became concerned. When he tried to
call he got no answer. After three days of trying he in
turn received a call from the neighbors apprising him
of the situation. He applied for an immediate hardship
leave, which was granted, and was on the first flight
out. Two days later he entered the house late in the
evening. He could not have believed in his wildest
imaginations the state of affairs that confronted him.
When he found Karen upstairs in bed she was totally
incommunicative.
Finally he called the family physician who made a rare
house call. The doctor called an ambulance and Karen
was taken downtown to St. Lukes where she admitted to
the psych ward.
After two weeks of constant medical care Karen returned
home. She was quiet and withdrawn, but otherwise
appeared to function somewhat like her old self. In the
meantime, Harold had requested an immediate hardship
transfer and received it. He now spent the days at home
caring for both Karen and the baby.
Try as he did, he could not get one word out of Karen
about what had happened. She absolutely refused to even
acknowledge the subject when it came up. When he called
his mother-in-law she likewise just hung up. Querying
the physicians about her condition, they would
immediately claim client-doctor privilege, but did tell
him that she had undergone and emotional shock which
had the equivalent force of post traumatic stress
syndrome and that time was needed for her to recover -
lots of time. He would simply have to wait until Karen
decided to tell him herself which may or may not ever
happen. The outlook was guarded, they said.
Harold and Karen's sex life never again resumed. At a
time when it looked like she might be approachable to
even take a hint, Karen went stone cold and took to
sleeping in the guest bedroom. Soon thereafter she
began to go out by herself for an hour or two in the
evenings. She never announced she was leaving, but
rather just put on her coat and left. When Harold tried
gently to find out what was going on Karen told him it
was none of her business. These nightly ventures forth
began to get longer and longer until one night Karen
didn't come home at all.
To his credit, Harold didn't panic at first - he had
decided to just wait her out. After two days when she
didn't appear he called the police and filed a missing
persons report. He then undertook a massive one-man
hunt for her. She was nowhere to be found. No one had
seen her and constant checks with the police and
coroner came up empty. It was like she had vanished
from the face of the earth.
***
Weeks became months. The baby grew. Harold resumed his
job with the service and had now been permanently
transferred to 5th Army headquarters in Chicago. He
hired a full-time live-in nanny, an older woman with
excellent references who figuratively became the
child's mother. Still Harold did not give up his
pursuit of Karen, but nothing bore fruit; Karen was not
to be found.
After a year, a friend of Harold's in the provost
marshal's office suggested he might try a private
detective. The friend knew of a highly recommended PI.
He was contacted.
Three months and many thousands of dollars later a
report came back. The news was not good.
Through unnamed sources the detective managed to find
out that Karen had originally been frequenting lesbian
bars on the near north side. At some point it seems she
had made the acquaintance of a woman from San Francisco
vacationing in Chicago. They paired up and Karen had
gone to S.F. with her intending to stay for a few days.
Friends there said that she was so much in love that
she no longer wanted to go back to Chicago. That had
been three months previously.
Those same friends related that both Karen and her
lover had suddenly pulled up stakes and left for
Europe. They gave up their apartment and just took off
without a word to anyone as to where or when they would
return. No one knew where they were or if they would
ever return.
A few weeks later, out of the blue, Harold received a
phone call from his mother-in-law late one night. Janet
apologized to Harold for her former rudeness, but was
not forthcoming with any explanation of what had
transpired during her visit except to say that Karen
had asked her to leave and that she had done so. Harold
told Janet in detail what he had found on his return
home, what had happened and the steps he had taken to
find Karen. Janet then promised to undertake her own
inquiries and report to Harold if she found out
anything.
As it turned out, Janet reported back to Harold that
she had taken a week off work and went up to San
Francisco. Using her numerous contacts there she
managed to discover that Karen and her lover had been
heavily into the BDSM scene. They were both well known
and well liked. But there the trail ended. The only
thing anyone knew now is that they had left for Europe
and nothing had been heard of them since then.
Harold toyed with the idea of taking another extended
leave and going to Europe to search for Karen, but his
funds were now so limited that it just wasn't feasible.
He also had finally come to the acceptance that if
Karen wanted any further contact with him and her
daughter she would be the one to initiate it. He was
right.
Early into the second year of her disappearance, Harold
arrived home from work one Friday night to find in the
day's mail a foreign looking envelope. It bore foreign
stamps and was postmarked from a place in Austria
called Graz; it had no return address. With pounding
heart he opened the letter and found a short note and a
single small photograph inside.
The photograph had been taken during warm weather and
showed two women, smiling into the camera, dressed in
shorts and blouses standing in what looked like a
mountain meadow. One woman was definitely Karen - same
tall, statuesque physique, same hair, same face. No
doubt about it. Nothing was written on the back of the
photo.
The letter was likewise obviously from Karen having
been written in her unique rolling hand script. It was
not really a letter, but rather just a short note which
read: "Dear Harold. I'm so sorry for all the trouble I
know I've caused you. Things are better now. I will
write again. Give my love to Emily."
And it was signed, "Janet"
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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