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.