"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.