Mother's New Boarder
                                   Chapter 6

     Marleen's shrill yell of orgasmic release, as loud and tremulous as it
was, blasted at Wendy's brain, sliced through her own climactic satiation, her
first reaction being that she had been discovered in this lewd spectacle by
strangers.  She didn't know who or what had come along, only that somebody had
and was screaming with terror or indignation or revulsion, and she raised
herself from the warming, loving arms of David Preston, nearly fainting with
fear, shaking the last comatose vestiges of her passionate response from her
terror-stricken mind, the delights of cumming with this man's penis ejaculating
in her lost as the need for escape ran rampant through her mind.

     Then, with a terrifying burst of recognition, she saw her mother!  Her
mother!  Oh God above, nothing could be worse than this, the young teenager
thought in wretched horror, that split second of comprehension that her mother
was a few feet away searing itself on her reeling brain like a branding iron.
She moaned as her eyes locked with her mother's, and then she looked down at
herself, at her fresh, young skin flushed pink with her excitement, her
dark-tipped breasts heaving and glistening with beads of sweat, and her pubic
area nestling in between her clenched thighs, with their swollen, inflamed lips
and abused cunt; at the whole of her naked, curvaceous body -- and she wanted
the beach to open up and swallow her into the hell she deserved.

     Her vision took it in, her mind absorbed the view, but what happened next
came so suddenly as to blot out evaluation other than the immediate one of who
and where she was, and who had caught her nakedly entwined with a man like
this.  Her mother stood up from behind the concealing shrubbery, and a whole
new picture of the depraved scene presented itself to shock the teenager almost
insensate.  Her mother wasn't standing in gaped-eyed horror at her daughter's
lewdness, ready to bolt in tear-filled disgust -- she was tottering in shame,
holding a pair of wet, pink panties in her hand, her face blanched the color of
white flour and her expression that of shame and humiliation!

     Wendy's whole chest and throat felt as if a steel band was being
tightened, for she tried to speak, but couldn't.  She was immobile, held rigid
by uncomprehending, tormenting, disbelief, but as the bushes parted and her
mother started slowly across the small distance of sand to her, she saw for the
first time exactly what the whole, filthy situation was like, and, in total
disillusionment, the force of pent-up air inside her burst forth:

     "Mother!"

     "Wendy!"  The wail sounded as if coming from the death-bed of a terminal
patient in the last agonies of pain, and Marleen Franklin crossed toward Wendy
and Preston the way a condemned man is led to the gallows -- without a choice,
but devoutly wishing there was one...

     The stunned daughter stared wildly at the rumpled dress and ivory, naked
thighs and the long rivulets of sperm which were staining trickles of
consummated intercourse down the insides of her legs... and if there had been
any doubt in Wendy's mind as to what had been going on, it was dispelled by the
naked torso of Clyde Brooks behind her, crouched on the ground, his drained
young penis rapidly deflating, but still hard enough and glistening enough to
show the traces of what he'd been doing to her mother. In that instant, Wendy
realized that her mother had just been fucked by her boyfriend while spying on
her and David!  It was impossible but true!  She couldn't ignore the facts, and
the facts made her fling herself from the older man she'd been fucking, her
face drained of blood and her soul surging with loathing and horror.

     Her own mother!  That was the horrible part, for such a decadent act as
this was to be expected from such a boy as Clyde -- but it was her prudish,
Victorian mother, that pillar of do-goodism and purity, that she couldn't
control the unreasoning anger which seized her, and emitting an animal-like
growl of disgust, and vengeance, she cried out:

     "Whore!"

     Marleen staggered from the blow of castigation, flinging an arm across her
eyes.  "Wendy, please Wendy..."

     "Don't talk to me!  Don't say one word of explanation!" the girl shrieked,
her emotions swirling in her head, "You're nothing but a nympho!"

     "Oh God," Marleen moaned, sinking to the sand, unable to make her feet go
a step further to her daughter.  This was the final point of no return.  No
longer could she hope to hold her darling child in her lap and cuddle her, or
warmly and tenderly give her advice, or offer her security or mothering; tears
flooded down her dress from the soul-sickness and self-loathing with filled
her, and she shook as if infected with yellow fever from the knowledge that she
had lost her daughter by the betrayal of her body and the moral turpitude that
she'd allowed to blank her mind.  Her guilt had been bad enough the night
before, but then she'd been alone and could make adjustments -- but now, this
time it wasn't in private, it was in front of two men and Wendy, and she knew
that she was sick, no better than the whore her daughter spat as an accusation.

     "What the hell are you so upset about, Wendy?" Preston said, still
sprawled on the sand and grinning a knowing smirk.  At first he'd been as
afraid as Wendy, but having adjudged the situation, realized that the mother
had been fucking right along with them, he was feeling damned good.  He was
safe, and perhaps he could turn things around now and score with Marleen,
making a mother-daughter combination out of things...  "I mean it, little one,"
he said as Wendy turned to stare incredulously at him.  "What was your mother
doing that you weren't?"

     "That's different!" she yelled hotly, standing naked and wet, but
defiantly with her small fists clenched to her firm, smooth hips.  For Wendy
was being ruled by hurt and pride, determined to believe that what had happened
to her was somehow, some way all her mother's fault, refusing to admit to
herself in the heat of the moment that any blame could be attached to her or
that there was the slightest excuse for her mother's actions.  And again, the
closeness which had tied her and her mother so strongly since her father's
death had instilled an image of her in Wendy's mind that no human being could
possibly live up to, and a love which bordered on adoration -- the combination
once so binding was now reversed, and the girl was enraged and bitter with the
feeling of having been betrayed.

     "Sure it is," Clyde said snidely, coming over.  He, too, was now enjoying
the scene.  It was the perfect aftermath to his revenge, and after seeing that
the older man wasn't the least bit concerned about covering himself or trying
to stammer out some stupid reason for having fucked the girl, he saw that where
once the two females might have caused him and the man untold damage -- legally
and socially -- now the tables had been turned.  And Wendy had been the one to
do it, with her stuck-up, snotty bitchiness; he didn't want Mrs. Franklin to
suffer however, and only wanted to make things more difficult for the daughter,
so he sneered at Wendy, contemptuous of her facade of righteous indignation. He
ogled her outrageous stance, the sticky cum from Preston's many orgasms
plastered to her pubic curls and alabaster skin, her nipples still hard from
their arousal and wet from their many kissings, and her firm, tender body which
was covered with the prints of the strong hands which had gripped her.

     "You're a fine one to talk, you little prick-teaser," he snarled.
"Wouldn't let me fuck you last night, but you sure loved it here with this guy.
So what makes you Miss Snow-White when you find out that your mom isn't any
saint?  It's not different at all."

     "You --" Wendy was beside herself with fury.  "You bastard! Don't you dare
talk to me like that!  I could kill you!"

     "What for?" Preston asked calmly, looking up. "Why should you want to kill
him?"

     "For... For..." the girl gasped, choking.  She waved her hands at her
mother.  "For this!"

     "Mm," the man said, pursing his lips.  "Would this be your boyfriend you
were telling me about?  Clyde?"

     "He's no boyfriend of mine!"

     "But he was fucking your mother, and now you want to kill him."

     A low moan of agony bubbled from Marleen's lips and she sobbed in a limp
heap on the sand in a futile effort to cover her shame.

     "Yes!" Wendy snapped at Preston, "for fucking my mother!"

     "In that case, doesn't your mother have the right to kill me first?
Weren't we fucking before they were?  Well?  Aren't you naked, caught in the
act?  You call your mother a whore and a nymphomaniac, but if that's true,
aren't you the same?"

     "But she's my mother!" Wendy cried out, shaken by the onslaught of the two
males.  "Was she horrified that her daughter was being practically raped?  No!
She got turned on and ended up rutting like some beast, like a bitch with your
damned dog, only with a boy half her age!  That's the difference, Mr. Preston!"

     "Ohhhh," the mother wailed, cringing as if the words she heard were
lashings from a barbed whip.  "God forgive me, God forgive us all."  She
stretched up, her hands clasped imploringly in front of her toward Wendy.  "You
forgive me, my child.  Please say you do."

     Wendy only turned her back.  "I'll never forgive you for what you did.
Spying on me like some horny old voyeur in a peep-show, getting your kicks,
ending up screwing Clyde."

     "Oh, darling, I couldn't help myself.  You mustn't hate me, Wendy, you
mustn't.  I've been so long without a man..."

     "So she saw us," Preston threw back.  "Big deal.  So she got excited by
it, well that's human, too.  Sex is exciting, Wendy; why do you think there's
so much of it around?  Look at the ads, the books, the films.  Jesus, grow up
and stop being such a prude."

     "A prude!" Wendy blurted.  "I'm not a prude!"

     "You sure the hell are.  You loved fucking with me, and yet you refuse to
allow your mother the same God-given privilege, and refuse to admit that you
were doing the exact same thing, right down to getting hot watching!  You did
get hot, didn't you, watching your mother fingering herself last night."

     "No," she said too quickly, blushing.  "I was sickened."

     "You... you saw me?" Marleen asked incredulously and in a hushed, hoarse
voice.  "You saw...?"  Oh God, it was worse than ever!

     "Well, I don't care if I did get hot," Wendy snapped defensively at
Preston.  "You sound as if you think it was great that my mother was doing it
with Clyde while watching us."

     "I do... as long as she enjoyed it," he replied smugly.

     "And, and I bet you'd like to fuck her yourself!"

     "Yeah, I would, she'd be damned fine."  He grinned lasciviously.  "Fuck a
hell of a lot like you, I'd guess."

     "Ohhhhh!" the disturbed teenager moaned, and she whirled around and dashed
from the beach, tears of humiliation and confusion, anger and bitterness flying
from her eyes, the shock of finding her mother making love to Clyde coupled
with her own loss of innocence and the smarting remarks by Preston too much for
her dazed, benumbed senses to handle.  Her only thought was to run -- run
anywhere as long as it was away from there.  She crashed and stumbled down the
path, not minding the briars and whipping branches that seemed to try and stop
her.  There was no more she could say or do, not now, not at any time.  She'd
never go back to her mother; never, never, never!

     "Wendy!" Clyde yelled, and spun to start after her, but Preston placed a
restraining hand on his arm, preventing the boy from hurtling in chase for the
girl.  "Let go!  Let go, you son of bitch!" Clyde roared at the man.  "I've got
to get to her before --"

     "Before nothing," Preston said sternly.  "There's not a thing you can do
for her right now, and you'd only make matters worse. Believe me.  Stay here."

     "But --"

     "Her mother is the one who should go after Wendy."

     From the quivering, wretched woman lying on the ground came the murmuring,
trembling chant, "No... No... No."

     "Yes, Marleen," Preston said, hunkering his naked body down beside her.
"You must talk to her, somehow convince her that what she saw and did wasn't
some horrid sin."

     Mrs. Franklin felt as if she was made of molten lead, her muscles ties of
spasming knots which made her want to jump, but the pain in her mind throbbed
with an irrational heat which forced her to lie still.  She couldn't think,
couldn't act... everything was secondary to the shame and remorse she wallowed
in, the indelible self-accusation that she was everything her daughter had
called her far more damning than Wendy's invectives.  What difference did it
make whether Wendy was being made love to, what excuse was it that her child
was doing it first?  None -- for that was what Wendy was, a child, easily led
astray; she as her mother should be there to save her, to defend her innocence
from sensuality instead of becoming a lewd partner in the wild debauchery.  Her
long entombed desires, bursting into freedom from the erotic presence of
Preston, the brandy, and then the lascivious sight on the beach were the
reasons for her actions, but not exonerations.  She wanted to die...

     "Listen to me, Marleen," Preston said softly.

     "No, go away," she mewled defenselessly.  "Leave me alone..."

     "You want your daughter to forgive you, don't you?"

     "Yes, yes, but she won't.  She can't."

     "Nonsense!  She shouldn't have to forgive you, because there's nothing to
forgive..."

     "Oh God, there is," she croaked fervently.  "I was like an animal, just
like your dog's bitches in heat, just like Wendy said."

     "You were a human being.  A woman, enjoying a man the way nature intended
you to, and built half of your body to, and regulates your chemistry too.  I
told Wendy to be honest with herself, and I'm telling you the same thing, and
if you'll be honest, you'll see that you had one hell of a good time and nobody
was harmed, not as long as you don't go around thinking sex is dirty."

     "I never had another man except my husband," Marleen groaned. "Marriage...
love... fidelity..." she babbled in a husky broken shell of a voice.

     "Sure, and when you find a man to love again, then the sex you have will
be fuller and more meaningful than any other, but there's also the sensible
truth that sex for physical gratification is also an important part to a
healthy person's life.  Now stop blaming yourself for being what you are and go
after Wendy.  She needs you..."

     For a moment, the mother hesitated in mindless turmoil, trying to sort out
her upheaval of moral outlook.  The amorality which Preston was propositioning
was against everything she'd ever believed in or taught Wendy to revere, and he
was wrong... And yet, she had liked seeing her daughter and Preston making
love, liked it and became excited by it and had reveled in Clyde's young penis
driving hotly up inside her vagina -- and it had been all too obvious that her
daughter had loved Preston's cock inside her, too.  She shook her head; how
could she even admit that she wanted it this way?  The revelation that she did
made matters even worse, bothering her still more, for now she was sure she was
sick and perverted, feeling no true shame for her actions, but only an
emptiness and ache inside her belly which was even now crying out for more. Her
flesh had not only betrayed her, but she knew intuitively it would again and
again, if and when the opportunities arose.

     Slowly, like an automaton, she rose and straightened her wrinkled dress.
She averted her eyes, wet and puffed, from Clyde and the man who had taken her
daughter's virginity, a shiver of nausea rippling through her as she considered
once again Wendy and her hatred.  But in the one fact that she had to go after
her daughter again, Preston was right.  She had to make every effort to
reconcile their disgraces, to rebond the tight adhesion between them.  It was
with that one slim hope, and the prayer that Wendy would have cooled down a
little by the time she reached her, that made Marleen lurch forward in the
direction her daughter had fled.

     "What do we do now?" Clyde asked, puzzled.

     "We wait," Preston said confidently.  "We wait and let nature take her
course.  And then, in a little while, we'll go looking for them.  You, me...
and King."

                                  *    *    *

     Wendy Franklin, once virgin, once so sure of herself, slumped to the
moss-covered ground in a small glade, panting exhaustedly from her running
exertion and emotional frenzy.  Her skin was pale and flowing with cold water
in place of blood, and she was as confused a little girl as any could have
been.  She lay down, letting the last warming rays of the sun filter through
the trees and dapple her soft skin, and she tried to sort out her ambivalent
feelings now that the first, blushing shock of all that had transpired was
wearing off.

     Mentally she was enmeshed in the guilt of having succumbed to temptation
and allowed herself to display her sweet; tender pussy to Clyde last night, and
abandon herself to David Preston today, and she swallowed and looked ashamedly
down at her young, firm body with its snowy breasts and flat stomach and dark
triangle of fleecy pubic hair, and she had to admit that there weren't any
signs of dissipation, that outwardly there was no way of telling that she had
just been soundly fucked -- except for the dried patches of Preston's sperm on
her matted pubic hair and white, trembling thighs.  Miserably, she realized
that although her dream had been hopelessly shattered, that now her husband --
whoever he might be someday -- would no longer be able to tenderly enter her
and possess her as a virginal bride, she wasn't entirely filled with
abomination.  There were the long-standing agonies to contend with, but they
were in the back of her mind now, all of the warnings she'd been weaned on so
much hot air after seeing her mother and Clyde.

     Her mother.  She couldn't believe it about her, a woman so prim and proper
about sex and morality, suddenly rolling in lewdness as if she was... she
was...  Wendy sat up, her eyes wide open and her mouth agape at the shock of
the realization which tore through her reveries.  Say it, she commanded
herself; be honest with yourself if with no one else -- and to the woods and
the silent world around her, she said it out loud:

     "My mother was acting like me!"

     The trees bounced her words, making them echo in her ears, and for the
first time, the young teenager saw the wisdom in Preston's remarks.  There was
no difference between her and her mother; both of them were capable of sex! She
saw now that her lashings were irrational, her accusations unjustified, and her
mother's anguished plea to be forgiven and understood the really important
thing.  She bit her lower lip, wishing she could go back and change what had
happened, and beg her mother for forgiveness and understanding and love in
return, and then perhaps the two of them could make a joint effort to face
their collective lives ahead with meaning and pride.

     Wendy was no longer filled with anger or loathing, but with a new and
consuming closeness and love for her mother who had also just been fucked
soundly by her boyfriend, just as she had been fucked by Preston.  She wanted
to rush back and tell her mother this discovery, for she vowed that from this
second on, there would be no more false pretenses, no guilt or shame about what
they were or would be in the future, and this knowing and sharing would bring
them together closer than ever before.

     The lovely young child smiled, suddenly free, and she stretched out and
thought that later, when things had calmed down, she and Mother could have a
real heart-to-heart talk privately and openly.  And she would tell her mother
all about how she had lost her virginity today and wasn't sorry about it, any
more than she was sorry that Clyde and her mother had been watching her and
doing it at the same time.  It was exciting thinking about that... about the
way David Preston had split her little hymen, ravished her cunt, her breasts
swollen and aching from his hands and lips, and the way she'd willingly allowed
the man to fuck her over and over...

     And hidden behind her had been her mother, on all fours, her dress hiked
around her waist, writhing in some lewd dance of lust, her body arching and
quaking from the glistening hard cock that was being pumped demonically into
her vagina -- the vagina which had produced Wendy...

     The marijuana, fed in such large quantities into her system, but
temporarily balanced by the trauma of being found by, and finding out about,
her mother, came back stronger than ever, making the erotic scenes vivid in
Wendy's mind.  Once more her heated blood beat headily with its effects,
forcing her brain to dream and her flesh to react...

     She looked down at her nakedness once more, the little girl exploring her
breasts and loins as the salacious thoughts filtered behind her eyes, and she
found her body still sensitive in a delightful, tingling way, her moist young
pussy still swollen and pink, her soft fringe of curling pubic hair parted to
show her wet, tantalizing little vaginal hole.  She slowly drew a finger there
in curiosity, wondering what it was like now that a man's penis had invaded it,
and she concluded that it was only slightly larger and far more sensitive than
before; she let her finger draw its way from her tiny hairless anus to her
throbbing little clitoris...  David's cum is still wet and deep in my tight,
newly awakened pussy, she thought warmly, no longer subject to the shameful
feeling of sordidness she'd felt before.

     Wendy placed a hand on her tender breasts then, and she recalled how she'd
watched with lewd fascination as her mother had massaged her own breasts while
masturbating last night, and then she remembered how Preston had taken hers and
made them come alive.  Yes, alive, taut and puckish in uplifting supplication,
and made her beg for his huge, ramrod cock to salve her palpitating cunt.  She
squeezed her breasts, feeling the surging of passion, and her thumb flicked
gingerly over the hard, quivering nipple...

     God!  What is the fire I feel?  Wendy gulped, her breath ragged and
pulsating.  Control yourself...  She gazed at her nude loins, seeing them
outwardly calm but sensing them to be already burning with newly kindled
desire.  I just got fucked... I can't be wanting more...  But she was, partly
because of her freedom and introduction to the adult world of sex, and partly
due to the aphrodisiac qualities of the marijuana which the unscrupulous David
Preston had tricked her into smoking, and which was a rampant fog obliterating
her normal tendencies.  Her pink-rimmed cunt lips twitched and spasmed through
the slight covering of pubic hair, and as sore as her vagina was, she spread
her legs and drew the lips apart so that her pink flesh and clitoris were
visible to her, and she gazed spellbound by the darker, wetter opening where
Preston had so recently shoved his merciless cock over and over, and into which
he'd spewed his continual loads of seething white cum.  Groaning, she lay back
on the soft mat of grass and moss, the blood fermenting as still more memories
of Preston's thick, pulsing cock and heavy testicles and her mother's
full-breasted and desire-hot body responding...

     Her hips dug into the earth and before Wendy could gather the strength to
resist the compelling flames in her belly and pussy, she began rubbing her hand
up and down her dark, moist vagina and smooth, satin-soft inner thighs, her
fingers moving gently over her coral-tinged pussy lips.  A roaring tide of
arousal flowed over her as she did, and she started to heave and pump as she
became more engrossed in her naked abandonment.

     I can't stop myself...  But I don't want to, not any longer. I want to do
everything, feel everything... and this isn't wrong, it can't be wrong...
because Mother was doing it to herself...

     Marleen walked in a sort of stumbling, determined lurch, coming upon Wendy
wide-splayed under a tree before she really knew what she was witnessing.  She
sucked in her breath, her eyes bulging as she saw her daughter jerking her hips
off the ground and exposing her moist, hair-rimmed cunt to the world, and she
was horrified to see Wendy's slender fingers pistoning with the regularity of a
penis inside her throbbing hole.  She stared, enamored for some unknown reason,
unable to tear her eyes from the wanton display of self-arousal, at where she'd
seen Preston's cock slide in and out and overflow it with his sperm, and which
now was being ruthlessly manipulated by Wendy herself.

     The teenager was unaware that her mother was watching, whipping her
fingers deep in her lust-dampened furrow, her legs bent wide to allow herself
full access as she desperately massaged her slim youthful pussy-slit, her pink
vaginal flesh red with excitement and her breasts rising and falling as she
clenched her teeth, her head back and eyes shut.

     "Wendy," her mother moaned at the depths to which her daughter had sunk.

     Wendy looked up dreamily but never slackened her throbbing rhythm.  She
didn't care that her mother saw her like this, and in fact was glad, for this
was the only way they could ever get together as she so fervently desired now.
That, and the exquisite pleasure in her loins and flaming cunt was too good to
halt; she had to continue to her climax.  She smiled warmly, her answering
voice throaty and in gasps.

     "Dear mother... I love you..."

     "You don't!  You're doing this to torture me!" Marleen wailed.  "You saw
me last night doing this, and now... now you want me to feel even worse than I
already do.  Stop it!  I beg of you to forgive me and stop torturing me!"

     "You... you don't understand, Mother.  I love you, I really do... and I'm
fingering myself because I enjoy it.  We both know we play with our pussies,
and there's nothing to be ashamed of. Love me... please come here and love
me..."

     "You, you don't hate me?" Marleen asked incredulously.

     "No, no longer -- we're alike...  Ahhhh, this feels good, almost as good
as a cock inside me...  We're the same, you and I... you've got the same right
for sex... as I do!"

     "Darling!" Marleen cried out, and dropped beside her daughter, hugging her
naked body to her, unable to comprehend the sudden change, but too relieved to
question it.  Her child didn't hate her... and that's all that mattered.  Still
Wendy didn't stop her manipulations, nestling close to her mother's breast, but
her hand a burning, surging slave to her physical drives.  Marleen tried to
avert her eyes from the splayed cunt, at her child's loins undulating against
her and the tender agitated pussy.

     "Stop it, darling." she moaned.  "You must, really."

     "No," Wendy gurgled ecstatically.  "I watched you... last night I watched
you do the same thing to your cunt and I... I got excited as hell.  Doesn't
this excite you?"  She panted breathlessly and parted her thighs wider and
rotated her naked buttocks around, her fingers moving and encircling her sparse
pubic curls and swollen vaginal lips as she pumped madly into her cuntal
tunnel.  Her brain was on fire from her delights, and goaded on to faster and
faster action by the marijuana Preston had made her smoke.  She couldn't stop
-- she didn't want to stop -- and she had to make her mother understand this.

     Marleen's gaze was fixed on her daughter's cunt, her belly a thousand
butterflies.  She was awfully mixed up, because she had expressly gone after
Wendy to try and be open and honest with her, only to find out that she was now
the one who was being afraid to face reality.  She'd lain in her bed last night
and listened to Preston having his penis sucked and done the very thing her
daughter was doing now, and she'd loved the feeling then... and as she watched
now, she was drawn strongly by the natural attraction of flesh and blood, and
she cringed, only to be pulled yet closer.  It scared her, and made her throat
go dry and as if trying to comfort herself, she soothingly caressed her
daughter's naked back and shoulders, smelling the young, sweet hair and feeling
Wendy's taut breasts against her bra-encased mounds.  She suddenly realized
that her child's question had to be answered, and it was with wrenching terror
that Marleen sensed that her thighs were actually tingling with some kind of
unwanted, perverted response to Wendy's immorality.

     "Tell me... tell me, Mother," Wendy demanded.  "Doesn't this excite you?
Ahhhh, it feels so goood..."

     "Wendy --"  Her mother moaned, a deep moistness pervading her empathetic,
dilating cunt, and little droplets of desire started to form on the fleecy
pubic hair covering her softly swelling vaginal lips.  She groaned and tried to
fight off her natural inclinations, clenching her inner thighs together.
"Wendy, darling..."

     "I'm being honest!  I'm being grown-up enough to admit it," the
drug-driven young teenager moaned.  "Please Mother, please if you value our
love..."

     "Wendy --"  She shuddered as she stared harder at her child's glistening
lips and rosette of her rectal opening, for she was excited, becoming more
excited all the time, and she was forced to admit that she was strangely
attracted by her daughter's dainty pink flesh and nestling clitoris and the
delirium of Wendy's whipping masturbations.  "Wendy," she heard herself say
chokingly, "Yes, Wendy, I'm excited.  Oh God, I'm excited by you!"

     "Mother... Dearest, loving Mother..."

     She took her hand from her breast then, unable to control the insatiable
desire to touch her mother, and one trembling finger brushed against Marleen's
satiny, firm thigh, moving upwards under the short summer dress.  Wendy had
always considered love between women as abhorrent, but as her hand massaged her
inflamed pussy and clitoris, the teenager was charged with the contact of her
mother.

     "Wendy!" her mother gasped, a sudden electric shock convulsing her body
from the lancing touch of Wendy's fingers on her burning loins.  It was the
soft, feather-light creeping to her quivering vagina, the sight of her child's
sensitive pink flesh and the way it flowered to the rubbing hand, the sights
and sounds of Wendy making love on the beach and the joy of the young boy,
Clyde's, penis fucking her...  It was everything mingling with her strong,
maternal love -- and it was not to be denied.  She trembled and moaned from the
salacious and unwelcome passions gripping her belly and breasts, for now Wendy
had reached her moistly hot cunt and was moving up and down as she was in her
own pussy, and Marleen was unable to stop from arching her buttocks and letting
one leg slowly bend in response.

     "Stop, darling... Ohhhh, stop this.  It isn't right... We're women, we're
mother and daughter...  Ohhh, it isn't natural..."

     "Pleasure is the only thing natural," Wendy said thickly. "The rest is
artificial and false...  Look at all of the pain and suffering we've gone
through.  No longer, Mother...  I love you too much to allow it to happen
again."

     Marleen couldn't reply, her voice caught in her throat, and her body
wracked as her mind cried out in rejection.

     "Yes, you are excited, Mother.  You like this as much as I do, and your
pussy's so hot that you can't stand it."  She stopped her own fingerings now,
intent on sliding her one hand in and out of her mother's cunt and using her
other to unbutton the dress. "You love me rubbing your vagina, just like you
love fingering yourself or having a man's cock inside you...  I want you naked,
naked and beside me, because I want you to love me, love me deeply..."

     Marleen's face grew crimson.  It's true, she thought miserably.  She
trembled with the ecstasy from her child's hand, realizing what the admission
meant.  Ripples of loathing coursed through her, but all was over-ridden by the
inundation of her passion.  No... not my own daughter...  But her body heaved
and pumped against Wendy's invading thrusts, her thighs widening as she was
slowly undressed by the slim trembling fingers of her daughter.  She was
writhing on the moss now, more abandoned and out of control than ever before in
her life, and she opened her mouth so that she could breathe better, only to
find herself kissing Wendy's small ear tenderly.  A thrilling desire to be
released from the burning flames of the stimulation flooded her tormented mind,
and unable to stop herself, she raised herself up and crossed her arms,
removing the partially opened dress.  It was a mute but unmistakable signal of
surrender to the forces which were fully controlling her body and senses, and
she didn't care... she couldn't have avoided it if she had.

     Wendy unclipped her mother's brassiere and threw it aside, and trailed a
moist hand across Marleen's trembling skin, pressing her fingers harder into
her cunt and then bending forward and kissing the tender nipple of one
throbbing, white breast.  She sucked as if she was a baby again, feeding at the
bosom, nibbling with her teeth and feeling her mother's flesh palpitate as she
curled her tongue around the enflamed tit.

     Marleen sighed from the intense stabs of pleasure which cascaded from the
tingling white flesh of her inner thighs as Wendy's fingers rubbed up and down
her open vaginal valley and grazed her erect clitoris as it teased the moist,
clenched hole of her rectum.  She whimpered as her daughter slid down beside
her, nuzzling her whole body with hers, breasts to breasts, thigh to thigh,
cunt to cunt, and she looked into the innocent, sweet face and saw the smile
and sparkling eyes and she quivered with expectation.

     "Kiss me, Mother," Wendy whispered, breathing heavily.

     What's possessed me? her confused mind chanted.  What's possessed us both?
She stiffened as Wendy's warm lips closed over hers, and a darting tongue
probed along her slightly parted mouth. After an instant of hesitation, the
mother surrendered totally and opened her lips and let her daughter's tongue
slide in, and their mouths fused hotly, and she found herself responding with
all the passion she had ever had for her husband, sucking and drinking the warm
saliva from Wendy's tender mouth.

     "Yes... Yes... Yes I want you, darling Wendy," she murmured as they broke
apart, the wild abandonment to her own lewd desires making her head roll and
her mind abandon itself to lesbianism -- to incestual lesbianism -- her brain
totally destroyed by the lewd and perverted hot fire of lust consuming her cunt
and breasts and mouth.  After all the pain and suffering she'd gone through,
beginning with the slow, torturous progression of years of denial, the
culminating in shame and unleashed drives in one searing moment of libertine
freedom, now nothing mattered except surrender to the crazed desires that
charged electrically through her -- and her daughter's -- wildly undulating
bodies.

     "Ohhhhh..." Wendy mewled with rapture.

     "I want to kiss you, Mother...  I want to kiss your cunt..." "Oh, no,
darling," Marleen Franklin whimpered.  "Not that, that's awful...  I never even
allowed your father to do that to me."

     Her daughter shivered and moaned, but began to slide away, kissing her
mother on her heaving breasts and running fire-hot trails of tongue and lips
down her soft, flat stomach and rounded abdomen, down farther to where her
fingers were pumping with maddening bliss.  Marleen raised her head to watch in
half-revulsion, half-captivation as her voluptuous child moved around -- she
didn't think Wendy could do it, would do it -- but the teenager was already
wriggling her lovely young moon-shaped buttocks over her face, her legs and
thighs straddling Marleen's panting mouth and nose, and the mother stared with
wide eyes up at the young, barely mature pink slit of her child's cunt, and the
moist wetness of Preston's sperm still gleaming on her soft, dark pubic hair.

     Wendy gasped torturedly, all thoughts of right or wrong melting in the
blast-furnace of her depraved emotions.  She breathed in the beautiful bouquet
of genital aroma coming from her mother's softly pulsating cunt, her own pussy
below generating devils of sensuality and lust, and while she kept telling
herself mindlessly that this was disgusting and that she had gotten carried
away with the intensity of her love for her mother and should stop this, the
small tendrils of shame and loathing which still clung to her soul only made
what she wanted to do all the more lasciviously delightful and ravaging. Unable
to control her secret longings any more, she dropped her head forward and blew
a searing flame of hot breath into the open, pink well of her mother's naked
vagina.

     "Aggggghhhhhh..." Marleen gritted through clenched teeth. But even as she
tried to break free from the warm embrace she and Wendy were in, Wendy was
planting long, fevered kisses around her thighs and lower belly, all around her
passionately throbbing cunt which was roaring with unrequited needs, swelling
and expanding the inner walls and outer lips.  Marleen's mind whirled with
indecision as her child caressed her loins with hands and mouth, but she was
able to pull some semblance of resistance together long enough to clench her
thighs and buttocks together.  The whole concept of mouth to genitals had
sickened her previously -- now it was a hundred times and hundred worse, for it
was a young girl wanting to kiss and suck her vagina, a girl who was her own
daughter!

     Wendy stared at her mother's tightly closed slit, at the way it quivered
with desire, at the enticing pink flesh just hidden by the honeydewed black
curly hair that her own fingers had raised to a froth of excitement, and she
couldn't hold out any longer.  She shuddered and moaned: "Open your legs,
Mother dear."

     Her soft, urgent voice broke the strands of Marleen's will power, and she
did, moaning slightly as Wendy touched the sensitive, blood-pounding skin and
flesh.  Wendy flicked out her small, wet tongue and teased one fold of her
vaginal lips, and Marleen rose off the ground in involuntary reaction, and
rotated her body slowly from side to side from the grazing tickle of her
daughter's mouthing...  Wendy eased more of her lips inside the wide-stretched
cleft and found to her sublime horror that she got an enormous thrill from the
contact, and she lashed out suddenly in a torrent of action, her tongue and
lips invading with complete freedom, and she forgot where she was or what she
was, or who was under her as her mind soaked up the ambrosia of excited female
juices which poured forth from her mother's open split.

     Marleen groaned from deep within her belly, exploding from the salacious
and unwelcomed passions which were surging from her tingling flesh.  She heard
Wendy gasp for air and then bury even her nose in the hungrily grinding mouth
between her legs, and she begged her daughter to stop... stop before she
couldn't endure the sweet agony and depraved immersion of her cunt.  "No... No
... No..." she chanted weakly, twisting in the grip of her child's increasingly
voracious tonguing, writhing as Wendy refused to stop, horridly aware that she
herself was unable to break free from the open, hungry mouth which was glued to
her insanely responding pussy.  She wanted Wendy to stop... but at the same
time didn't.

     She gazed upward at the triangle of dark, wet pubic hair undulating a few
inches above, at the swollen ruby vaginal lips of the girl who was kissing her
own pussy, and the lascivious sight of her daughter's cuntal area became
beautiful and sublime.  She tentatively brushed her fingers across the
quivering stomach and saw that this made Wendy tremble and little droplets of
secretion appear at the coral-hued edges of her vaginal slit.  The skin felt so
soft and hot to touch...  Marleen let her hands rove up and down her daughter's
body, circling her thighs and buttocks, though not having the nerve to dip into
the pulsating crest of hair and flesh between the widened legs.  She
couldn't... she just couldn't!

     And then she was, finding to her shocked surprise before she knew what she
was doing that she was clutching her child's firm white buttocks and drawing
her head upwards, her face tangling in the softly tickling wisps of pubic hair
with near spastic strength.  Guilt at their actions surged through her for a
fleeting moment, but all was overridden by her love -- by her physical love --
for Wendy, and her lips and tongue burrowed in the soft, recently sperm-filled
cunt that was now resting upon her face, and she licked molten swaths all the
way from her child's anus down to her vaginal hole and to her tiny, quivering
clitoris, tasting the remaining male essence of David Preston's male
ejaculation as she did so.

     "Ohhhhh," Wendy cried in a muffled voice.  "That's it, Mother... Ohhhhh,
that's it!  Faster!  Faster!"

     Wendy strained her loins downward into her mother's mouth with all her
might.  The marijuana was now working its full effect on her and coupled with
the abandoned welcome to her unmentionable wish, she was beyond the point of
comprehending anything except what she was doing.  She salivated as never
before as she tongued and kissed and slicked the pink, trembling flesh, and all
the while Marleen was busy with the clenching confines of her wet, down-turned
pussy as well.  Wendy was about to burst from the volcano of lust inside her,
and she thrust harder and harder, every inch of her on fire, and she felt
herself cumming.  The walls of Marleen's vagina grasped hungrily around her
daughter's swirling tongue and her clitoris trembled from the driving lips and
teeth.  The muscles in her inner thighs and buttocks flexed against the torture
of her untapped, unrestrained fury and she choked and gasped as she strove to
bring her child to the same climax she was nearing...

                                  *    *    *

     And at the edge of the clearing stood Clyde Brooks and David Preston, and
beside Preston sat the nervously whining King.  They were all beadily watching
the mother and daughter simultaneously absorbed in their writhing, undulating
sucklings of each other's wildly squirming loins.  Preston and Clyde stared
bug-eyed at the matted pubic hair and pink vaginal slits and the licking,
sliding tongues that slicked from the apex of their respective clitorises to
the tender pink rose-buds of their anal orifices.

     Preston patted King's head affectionately.  "What did I tell you, Clyde?
They're together again.  Heh, heh -- and really together this time."

     The boy could only groan in reply, his cock a straight, erect post
throbbing painfully from the astounding, lust-provoking sight.  He'd never seen
two girls eat each other out before, much less dreamed of a mother-daughter
combination!  It was more than his young mind could absorb dispassionately, and
he watched with increasing arousal on his own part as the slaving twosome
bucked and spasmed insanely in their incestual orgy.

     Preston also was stimulated, his great penis trembling, its cock-head
opening oozing seminal lubrications, and he stroked his fleshy shaft lightly,
afraid that if he beat his cock too well, he'd cum all over the ground.  Fiery
sperm boiled in his testicles as he stared at the two on the grass, and then he
turned to Clyde. He took his hand and began to stroke Clyde's prick as well,
feeling the boy stiffen and then jerk his loins in a lewd pantomime of the sex
rhythm.

     "You fucked Mrs. Franklin," Preston said as he saw the glitter of savage
desire light the boy's eyes.  "And I fucked the girl.  Now let's each take on
the other.  What do you say?"

     "Yeah... Yeah..." the boy croaked.

     "Only let's do something different this time," Preston suggested.  "I've a
surprise waiting for that teenager's cunt, so have her suck your cock -- like
she's sucking her mother's pussy now."

     "Ohhhh, yeah, yeah," Clyde breathed mindlessly.

     "And I'll shove my cock into that tight little asshole of the mother.  How
does that sound?"

     Clyde didn't answer.  Already he'd broken free from Preston and was
charging across the grass, his penis waving out in front of him like a battle
standard showing the way...