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Mother/Daughter Day
by Tiffany/Phil Phantom (no address provided)

***

A teenage daughter tries to protect and care for her 
alcoholic mother, with little success. (M+/Ff, bi, oral, 
anal, underage)

***

After Mom and Dad split up, Mom took to hanging out at 
his favorite watering hole, mostly to take it away from 
him. She took everything else, but that plan backfired. 
The guys kept plying her with booze until she was so 
drunk she needed help getting home and into bed. Two or 
three were helping her every night. I doubt she intended 
to be the bar slut, but she was and got to liking it so 
much she took a job as a cocktail waitress there. She 
had to like it, though I'm not sure how much she 
remembered.

I was fourteen at the time, waking up each morning to 
unfamiliar faces in various stages of undress, often no 
dress at all while trying to make coffee without knowing 
where anything was. I found myself helping naked men 
while wearing only my shorty PJs. 

I must have looked terribly sexy in my PJs, because that 
always got them stiff as boards. Pretending not to 
notice wasn't easy when they wanted me to notice, and 
stiff adult cocks fascinated me. At that age, any dick 
fascinated me, stiff or otherwise, but a stiff adult 
model was awesome. Adult cocks of all types filled my 
wicked dreams and fueled a life of excessive 
masturbation and fantasy.

Before the divorce, I masturbated maybe once a week and 
my fantasies were relatively tame, featuring mostly rock 
stars or jocks my own age, the typical fare. After 
seeing my first adult cock and having it rubbed on me, 
all that changed. The frequency went way up, and the 
subject matter was exclusively adult. I needed fucking, 
not teasing, but all I was getting was teasing with 
little prospect of much more than that. They weren't the 
child molester type.

Over the course of a month, I met them all, all fifteen 
regulars, my Dad's former drinking buddies. One by one, 
I showed them the kitchen layout. They showed me their 
cocks. I don't know if our kitchen layout impressed 
them, but I was very impressed by their cocks. Those 
cocks were often shiny and sticky with my mother's 
vaginal wetness, which often got wiped on me - always an 
accident. None of them were that crude and nasty, just 
careless. Getting a good smear often came with an 
apology.

I think most girls would mind that very much. I never 
minded the first, and never wiped any, not even off my 
face or neck. I loved the feel and the smell - the feel 
and smell of real sex - heady and intoxicating - a great 
aid in self-fucking.

Mom remained oblivious. She always slept in. By the time 
she got up, the guy or guys were gone. I was dressed. 
She looked like hell and felt like shit, but by eight in 
the evening, she'd look great and feel fine, ready to go 
out and do her thing, giving me the typical parting 
advice about not opening the door to anyone for any 
reason, though I usually had to get up to let the guys 
in because she couldn't find her keys. She doesn't 
remember much when she's drunk. We didn't talk much 
about her new job, new life, or new wardrobe, which was 
mostly a ratty old housecoat or ultra sexy work attire.

Mom couldn't face up to what she had become. At least, 
she didn't want to talk about it and seemed greatly 
relieved that I appeared to accept her new avocation 
without needing an explanation. She really wasn't the 
type to be doing what she was doing, though when she 
dressed like one, she looked like one. I mean bar slut, 
not waitress. 

Her waitress uniform would not be so bad if she wore the 
nylon stockings that went with it, but with naked legs 
and no panties, a push-up bra, and not much material, we 
are talking bar slut that serves drinks. She didn't like 
me seeing her dressed that way, and getting a flash of 
naked pussy was the major reason, that or a nipple 
popping free. Evidently, neither was a problem in the 
work place, but getting there was. We had a great deal 
to talk about. We simply didn't.

I was fine with that after a while. After I got to know 
all the guys, I was very fine with that. They were 
friendly and liked to tease me, tickle me, butt-pat me, 
and tittie twist me. My pokey-out nipples ask for 
tweaking in my thin PJ top. When I get around a horny 
naked man, they beg. They were all attacking my 
defenseless nipples, so I knew they were talking to each 
other and sharing what they could get away with. One 
would try something. If that went well, they were all 
doing it, and that was how I became something to wipe a 
sticky dick on. My mornings were getting better and 
better every day. After one dragged my bottoms down to 
spank my bare fanny for spilling sugar on the 
countertop, and I took it, my mornings were looking way 
up.

That went so well for the brave guy who tried it, I 
figured fifteen men now thought they had the right to 
administer physical discipline on bare flesh. I gave the 
guy no problem. He got a good long look, a good 
fingering feel, and after he got a good look and feel 
and was all done warming my legs and fanny, I knelt 
between his knees and told his stiff cock that I was 
sorry for being so careless.

That cock, which had been poking me in the lower 
abdomen, was now pointing at my face and drooling. Sorry 
wasn't good enough. He placed one hand behind my neck, 
aimed his cock at my lips with the other, and closed the 
distance until I had a mouthful of adult cock that had 
the strong, heady scent of sex. I now knew what it 
tasted like, and soon discovered what sperm tasted like. 
While he jacked-off, I sucked and swallowed without 
being told to do either. I assumed he wanted that, and 
further assumed he'd tell all the others that if you put 
a cock to Brandy's lips, she'll suck it for you.

I didn't know he was a notorious bullshitter that no one 
would believe. The rest simply weren't following his 
lead. I thought I gave a great blowjob for my first 
attempt. He seemed to love it. I was very careful with 
my teeth. I swallowed all of his cum and kept on nursing 
until he was good and soft. He ended it. I didn't. How 
could he give a bad report, or no report? That was 
bragging stuff. Maybe I was too young to brag about, or 
maybe he was afraid someone might tell the cops, or my 
mom, or worse, my dad. For whatever reason, they were 
all acting like they didn't know or didn't want one.

I saw him again a week later. I was very curious to see 
how he acted. If he didn't want another of my blowjobs, 
I had a problem. This time, he stripped me naked for no 
good reason, spanked me thoroughly for the hell of it, 
fingered the fuck out of both holes, then told me to 
suck him off and do the hand work, too. 

I gave that child-molesting bastard the best suck job 
and lick job I could, and he came to me with a sloppy 
cock and balls fresh from my mommy. While licking his 
nuts clean, he asked if I liked the taste of my mother's 
cunt. I nodded, smiled, then sucked on a slimy nut to 
prove it. I did like it and didn't care that they knew. 
I didn't want her to know. She would think I was sick, 
but being orally cleaned by a sick bitch made him smile.

He had to brag about that scene. Three days go by with 
no evidence that he had, but then another guy decided to 
test the waters. I was stooped over to get the coffee 
can out of a low cabinet. His slimy cock pressed to my 
lips at the corner of my mouth. I opened wide after 
turning my head, dropped the coffee, and gave him a 
kneeling blowjob with genital cleaning that put a great 
big smile on his face. He had credibility. The rest 
wanted blowjobs, spanking, fingering, the works, and Mom 
was none the wiser.

They all had me but no one tried to fuck me, which 
surprised me since I was putty in their hands, usually 
naked putty, seemingly agreeable to anything sexual. I 
was a bit disappointed, but I assumed no one wanted to 
get caught fucking a minor, or risk knocking one up, 
especially Patty's daughter, or Bill's daughter, or 
anyone's minor daughter. 

I understood, but I would never tell. If I got knocked 
up, that was my tough luck. If I were a guy, I'd fuck a 
girl like me and not care. They raved about my tight 
pussy, so I knew that wasn't the problem. Their fingers 
loved it, and my pussy adored large manly digits. The 
trouble was, my pussy craved large manly cocks, 
unsheathed, raw, and full of cum. My little cunt was 
thirsty.

My brave bullshitter guy satisfied my curiosity by 
coming to my room one night. I awoke with a start with a 
manly hand clamped over my mouth. He tore the covers off 
and mounted me. I was now sleeping in the nude and 
coming out nude in the morning. 

There was no point in wearing PJs as that was always the 
first order of business, getting me all the way naked 
and keeping me that way. They were also taking me in to 
look at my sprawled and zonked-out mother, showing me 
her cunt, even fucking her lifeless body while I 
watched. He got in easy, fucked me hard, and came inside 
my pussy without a care in the world.

That bastard raped me. He flat out raped my young ass in 
the pussy, raped it good, raped it long, then languished 
there while my womb soaked up sperm with him telling me 
to get pregnant. I didn't know how except to lie there 
and soak-up sperm. I did that well. He was very pleased, 
but I knew he was a bullshitter by then. This wasn't 
likely to do me much good. Then again, he did have 
greater credibility. 

He was right about my love of sucking a soiled cock, 
fresh from my mother's cunt, sometimes so fresh, they 
pulled out of her and put it right in my mouth. I sucked 
a lot of cock in the same room with her. I sucked some 
with my head resting on her pubic mound, and she was 
still none the wiser. I ate her fucked pussy and she 
didn't even know.

The next two didn't try, but the third did while I was 
on my knees licking Mom's pussy. That took balls, and I 
couldn't lick gently with a guy fucking me. That was 
very risky, but we got away with it. Until she wakes up 
around noon, nothing much can wake her. I hear she's a 
good fuck until she passes out, but after that, she's a 
dead fish. I wasn't, so they'd fuck her and then come to 
me, or nail me in the morning.

Three months into this thing, I am as pregnant as I can 
get. She still hasn't caught on and isn't even 
suspicious. I am getting my brains fucked out almost 
every day, and she thinks I'm still an innocent virgin. 
Outwardly, I didn't change, but my outward appearance 
was due to change. I wasn't looking forward to the day 
she looked at my puffed-up belly and made a face, then 
asked questions. I thought about telling her the truth, 
because this was all her fault. Bringing all those nasty 
men into out home was all her doing. What the hell did 
she think would happen? Did she think she was the only 
desirable piece of ass in the house?

I thought it best to start giving her some hints. The 
first hint was letting her find out that I was sleeping 
in the nude. She didn't work every night, so on a night 
she stayed home, I came out nude for my nighty night 
kiss. She noticed right away and noticed that I shaved 
the lips like she does. 

She didn't say anything, but she did look, took note, 
made a curious face, gave me my kiss, then asked why the 
Lady Godiva routine, which was no big deal since we no 
longer had a man of the house and none visiting, just us 
cunts all alone. We sometimes saw each other naked, but 
I never walked around the house naked, and neither did 
she. This was odd behavior. I knew that might draw a 
question, and a follow-up as to why I was shaving my 
cunt, which she would refer to as a vagina or pussy when 
drunk.

She asked my bare ass, but I turned to reply, "I like 
sleeping in the nude, so I don't wear PJs anymore."

She was staring at my bare cunt lips, thinking, but 
looked up to say, "Just curious. I prefer sleeping nude 
myself."

I waited for more, because her eyes returned to my 
crotch, but when she didn't say more, I said, "Well, 
good night."

I turned and walked away, feeling her eyes low on my ass 
in the center, catching the rear view of shaved pussy, 
which is a very provocative view when walking. Everyone 
agrees that I look great walking away. I was just about 
to enter the hallway when she said, "You are awfully 
young to be shaving that high up, Brandy. A woman shaves 
to look more attractive between the legs. Why are you 
shaving there?"

I faced her and said, "Same reason. I have seen your 
pussy without the pubic hair on the lips, and I like the 
way it looks. I think shaved pussy lips look very sexy. 
I want my pussy to look sexy, so I shaved the lips like 
yours. I like the way my pussy looks, don't you?"

Four pussies from me had her thinking hard while staring 
at my pussy, which I was showing in a stance designed 
for showing pussy, not being too obvious, but obviously 
not shy about showing pussy or using the term so 
liberally. She was speechless or still thinking, so I 
returned and made it more obvious with a cunt tilted up, 
knees bowed out slightly, and a hand brought down to run 
fingers lightly over the shaved areas, asking again if 
she thought my pussy looked sexy this way.

She watched my fingers and got to see pink, because I 
wanted her to see the pink parts that the guys raved 
about. I have the pinkest pink. I am gorgeous in the 
slit. I am proud of my juicy pink cunt guts. She needed 
to see that pride and understand the consequences of 
bringing so many horny men over for sleepovers. They 
were all big fans of pussy. She had to know that. She 
also needed to know who had the best. I showed her in a 
lets-see-you-top-this sort of way.

She took it all in and looked closely, even leaning 
forward and dipping her head to see everything I offered 
before saying, "This is a very sexy pussy." She said 
that and then sat back to study me, looking to my face 
while I continued playing with my pussy, doing a two-
fingered stroking of the slit, masturbation foreplay 
that kept drawing her eyes down.

I was determined to keep that up until she said 
something. She needed to know that I was not a little 
girl who never thought about sex. A thinking woman might 
see that she isn't dealing with an inexperienced virgin, 
and a woman who has been around might know a well-fucked 
cunt when she saw one being well stroked. My pussy 
didn't look like little-girl pussy anymore. It looked 
like a little cunt. Hers looked like a big cunt, but we 
both had similar looking cunts. Men just happen to 
prefer fucking the smaller version.

I must have stood there stroking my cunt for at least 
two full minutes with her watching intently, deep in 
thought, not sure what to make of this demonstration 
that was clearly a demonstration. I had no reason to 
remain except to show off my sexy cunt to an audience of 
one - my own mother. That was very odd behavior for me, 
or any girl my age. At least she didn't get pissed or 
look upset. She just stared deep in thought, but finally 
said, "The guys at the bar all rave about my sexy 
daughter. They do go on. One would think they had seen 
you naked. Have they?"

"Yes. They all go around naked, so I do, too. I do live 
here. A girl should be able to go naked in her own 
house, don't you agree?"

She had to mull that over, but she didn't seem too 
surprised by my confession. She was now looking at a 
fucked cunt getting fingered and stroked. She had to 
feel partly to blame, and that was my purpose, to get 
that seed planted before my belly began blooming.

After mulling that over, and seeing mild masturbation, 
she said, "I see. Well, that explains it. I can't say I 
agree, not when we have male company over, but I can see 
why you would want to assert your freedom. You are 
obviously very proud of your body. I'm sure you get a 
great deal of attention. Someone awakened you sexually. 
Might I ask who?"

"I'm wide awake, but I don't kiss and tell."

"Okay, Brandy, you made your point. You can finish that 
in private."

She was right, but it was feeling so good. I stopped and 
started to leave. As an after-thought, I gave her a long 
kiss on the lips with a hand resting firmly on her right 
breast. I gave her a bisexual kiss, which she seemed 
okay with getting from me. She didn't stiffen, resist, 
or try to break it off, which I took as a good sign. 

The kiss was impulsive. I did it because I wanted to 
kiss her that way, and I have always wanted to feel her 
tits with her wide awake and conscious. I felt one real 
good. Before the kiss ended, I slipped my hand into her 
top and ran it over naked flesh and toyed with the 
turgid nipple. That spoke volumes. I had already been 
very sexual with her, only she didn't know it. She at 
least knew I was bisexual, and had to be wondering about 
the liberties a bisexual daughter might take with an 
unconscious mom with a very sexy pussy.

She took that fondling kiss very well. After I left, I 
wished I had run my hand up her leg and felt her pussy. 
I'm sure she would have sat passively through that, too. 
Who knows, maybe I could have gone down on her. I'd like 
to see her play passive through that. 

I am tired of eating pussy that doesn't react to being 
eaten. I do it to turn the guys on, and that works great 
for that. It's also great for getting fucked in my 
favorite position. If Mom only knew how sexual we really 
were. What we just did was nothing. She had to suspect 
after the kiss and feeling up I gave her.

Since she didn't work or go into the bar, she was up in 
the morning when I came out. I came out naked as usual. 
She was in panties, only panties, which wasn't at all 
usual, and not at all practical for frying bacon. Her 
ratty old housecoat with funky slippers was the usual. I 
didn't think she ever wore panties. She sure looked sexy 
in them. On seeing me, she smiled, and said, "Are you in 
the mood for bacon and eggs?"

"Sure."

I came over and rested a hand on her ass to peer into 
the frying pan. She acted like seeing me naked was no 
big deal, and my touching her ass was normal fare. I 
thought this was pretty neat. To see if I could get a 
rise out of her, I slipped my hand in under her panties 
to feel all over her bare ass. It wasn't until I delved 
low in the center and touched pussy that she said, "Do I 
need a shave?"

That was cool. Since she asked, I made a thorough exam 
and worked her panties down to mid-thigh to do it before 
offering my opinion that she was smooth as silk. She had 
no reply, and didn't say anything about me keeping my 
hand between her legs, and I was playing with a freshly-
shaved pussy.

She looked funny standing there like that letting me do 
that. She was looking sexy for someone. She also got up 
and shaved for someone. Unless she was expecting 
company, I had to be that someone. Since I had a hand 
free, I took a tit. Lucky I did, too, because just as I 
did, the bacon popped and my hand saved her nipple from 
a hot drop of grease. I jerked my hand away to wipe it 
on my side, but got right back on the tit as I entered 
her pussy with my two middle fingers.

She stood back a bit more after turning the flame down, 
ignoring all the liberties I was taking with her body. 
Evidently, she thought long and hard about that parting 
scene and decided to accept a bisexual daughter. If that 
was the case, she wouldn't mind a licking, so I got on 
my knees behind her, dropped her panties to her feet, 
pulled her cheeks apart, and licked all the slippery 
pink parts. That had her gripping the edges of the 
stove, but she didn't say anything. She took a licking 
and kept right on cooking. I licked; I sucked; I deep-
probed her gooey fuck hole. She took it all in stride 
after stepping free of the panties to make me a stride.

I ate her through bacon and eggs and made her cum 
cooking eggs. She flipped one right out of the pan. We 
ate breakfast in the nude without ever mentioning what I 
had done. She was playing this very cool, which was fine 
with me, so after I finished my breakfast, I went under 
the table, pried her legs apart, and ate her to another 
good cum. I came up to suck on her tits, then up further 
to kiss her. This time, we frenched while she held me by 
the ass. After we kissed for a while, I went back down 
and ate her to another cum. She watched this one with 
her hands gripping her inner thighs.

After this climax, while I was still lapping her slit, 
she said, "I have been thinking about what you said last 
night, about your freedom to go naked in your own home 
if you want. I agree. You should have that freedom 
regardless of company. If they don't like it; they can 
leave. I can't imagine any company that I bring over not 
liking it. No one is complaining."

I smiled but kept on licking. She smiled and kept on 
watching. She also opened the lips with her fingers to 
present me with a vulgar gash to lap. She was now very 
cool with this. I figured I may as well tell her about 
the missed period and let her deal with that. The sooner 
the better, so I did. She wasn't surprised, but was 
dismayed that her friends didn't take any precautions. 
She was surprised and dismayed to learn that they were 
all in on it and were all trying to get me pregnant. She 
thought I was fucking one or two but not all fifteen for 
almost two months. That blew her away, so I sent my 
tongue up her ass and blew her away some more. After 
that, we talked - sat and talked - mother/daughter stuff 
- serious shit.

We talked for hours and made a mother/daughter day of 
it. We made a nude mother/daughter day of it, and we 
took many cum breaks, but the daughter always did the 
mother, because the mother isn't the least bit bisexual. 
She likes them, but isn't like them. She likes anyone 
who is into eating pussy, and incest doesn't bother her. 
Tell me something I didn't know.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed, but if 
you're not, you're not. I wouldn't want her to eat me if 
she didn't like doing it, nor do I blame her for wanting 
me and watching me. She knows I like doing it. She likes 
watching me do something I like.

We talked it all out, got it all straight, and after the 
talk, she showed me a great big beaver and said, "Would 
you like some of this - my treat?"

I did, but I wasn't so into pussy that I thought of it 
as a treat. I'll take a Snicker's bar over a nasty cunt 
any day. She liked thinking of her gooey gash as a 
treat, so I went along. At least pussy isn't fattening 
and won't rot your teeth. Your pride takes a beating, 
but who needs pride among family. She absolutely loved 
getting her cunt sucked by a pretty girl. She could not 
get enough of that sight. My pretty face and her shaved 
cunt were a match made in Heaven - her Heaven.

We also talked about fucking and men. We had that in 
common. Her favorites were mine, too. She liked the same 
type cock I did - hard. We also discussed the joy of 
taking raw cock in a fertile pussy. Hers wasn't fertile, 
but mine had been. She could relate. Since I was largely 
at fault, she promised not to get down on the men for 
being men. This one was on her, but after the abortion, 
my sexy ass goes on the pill. Fair-nuff.

We agreed to share the guys. They were our guys and we 
decided to share the same bed so that our guys could 
enjoy us together. We could get off on watching each 
other fuck, plus that would make it convenient for me to 
get pussy any time I felt the urge. She stressed that as 
though getting enough was paramount, a matter of 
survival, as though a bisexual would starve without 
pussy. She then offered me more. I accepted. I didn't 
want to starve or deny her such a cheap thrill.

Mother/daughter day was a very special day, but it left 
me with aching jaws. That night was a work night. She 
came home with four of our favorites. That was great, 
fucking with my mom. Just as they petered out, two more 
showed up. We had a fucking ball, and we still are a 
year later with the same great bunch of guys. Fifteen 
was just enough without being too much. Throw in a juicy 
pussy, you have my idea of Heaven.

The End

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