A Bitch
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

Nora's flesh was on fire as she watched her daughter crossing the room. The 
lithe, damp frame of the seventeen-year-old trembled with rich, enticing 
promise, and gave off a powerful warmth, even from twenty paces away. 

She was dressed in only her short, tight nightie and Nora could see clearly 
through the sheerness of the material. Her hair was in pigtails and she wore 
a pair of small, furry slippers on her feet. 

"Ooo, Mommy, I feel so warm and funny all over," the girl cooed, erotically. 
"I feel an itch, Mommy, an itch down here!" 

The girl began to rub her mound through her nightie and Nora's flesh 
quickened as she watched the fingers kneading the almost hairless hillock, 
frantically. The girl's tiny nipples were taut and erect through the 
sheerness of the gown, and her free hand stroked the tiny, pink nuggets, 
teasingly. 

She looked and acted, then, as if she were no more than a child, and the 
woman could hardly contain her desire as she stood watching her daughter 
caress herself. Her own lust was feverish and intense, a throbbing, pounding 
need that would not be denied. In that moment, her daughter was no more than 
twelve or thirteen to her, and she wanted the child unbearably. 

As Maria drew close, Nora felt her hands reaching out to touch and embrace 
her, draw her little girl tightly to her and take her, with all the passion 
that was seething in her cave. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Nora heard the door shut, quietly downstairs and she shivered under the 
blankets, as if she were suddenly enveloped by the cold that was screaming 
in the black night outside her window. 

She glanced over at the clock beside her head on the night table and cursed. 
It was well after two in the morning, and she had hardly slept at all since 
she'd gone to bed four hours ago. 

She listened attentively, hearing the faint sounds that her daughter was 
making as she slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor of their house. 
Maria was trying her best to be silent, but her mother's ears were too 
sharp. 

As she heard the padding footsteps passing by her door, the woman sat up 
sharply in bed, and flicked on the lamp. 

"All right, get in here, damn it," she hissed. Outside her door, the young 
girl stopped cold in mid-step. 

Nora waited for a single heartbeat, then hissed again, angrily. "Come on, 
Maria, don't try and pretend you're not there," she growled. "I said get in 
here!" 

She heard a sigh from beyond her door, and a moment later, her daughter 
stepped into the room, an expression on her face that suggested guilt at 
being caught, and bold defiance at the same time. 

"I was trying not to wake you," the young girl insisted. 

Nora gazed at her daughter, taking in the smooth, graceful line of her body 
and the sweet, nearly innocent shape of her face. Her features were smooth 
and unmarred, but her lips were thin, almost cruel, and the way she carried 
herself lent a certain degree of uncaring to her image. 

"I was awake all the time," the woman murmured. "Did you think I could sleep 
when my fifteen-year-old daughter is out half the night?" Maria Welsey 
sighed impatiently. She leaned against the door, indulgently and crossed her 
arms as she shook her head. 

"Ohh, God, mother, I'm old enough to take care of myself," she groaned. 

"That's just what I'm afraid of, young lady," Nora grunted. "Sometimes I 
think you are just a little bit too old for yourself." 

"Mother, really," the young girl sighed. "You act as if I were a little 
kid." 

Nora Welsey sighed as loudly as her daughter. "I sometimes wish you were," 
she hissed. "Then, perhaps, I could keep track of you a little bit better." 

"You know where I was," her daughter spat. "I was over at Allison Downey's 
house playing records." 

"Who else was there?" her mother snarled. "I'm sure you and Allison weren't 
all by yourselves, because I know you don't give a damn about her one way or 
the other. All you care about is her record collection and the money she has 
to spend." 

He daughter stood up straight, her hands on her hips, tiny bosom jutting 
forward angrily. "That's not true," she snarled. "I like her a lot." 

Her mother laughed bitterly. "Maria, you don't like anyone a lot," she 
muttered. "You care less for people than what they can do for you, and I 
know it." 

Her daughter turned her lip up into a cold, cruel sneer. "What would you 
know?" she laughed, sharply. "The last thing you proved you knew resulted in 
me!" 

Her mother jerked back in her bed as if she had been slapped. She blinked 
her eyes in shock and anger and shook her head, slowly. "Come over here, 
young lady," she hissed softly. 

"Are you going to hit me, Mother?" Maria chuckled softly. She walked toward 
the bed without any fear at all. "Are you going to slap me for the truth?" 

She was standing beside the bed then, hands on her hips, her head slightly 
bowed to receive the blow if it came. Nora Welsey had her hand in the air, 
her fingers rigid and stiff to strike. 

She saw her daughter's offered cheek, the rosy coloring fresh from the brisk 
air outside, the lips set in a tight, thin line of defiance. She drew her 
hand back a bit more, but it was as if someone were holding her arm, for she 
could not strike. 

"How can you talk that way to me?" she whispered intently. "How can you dare 
speak like that to your own mother, Maria?" 

The girl stood back up and chuckled softly. "Because you always talk so much 
about being honest, Mother dear," the girl said, evenly. "And you say that 
one can never be harmed by the truth." 

Nora Welsey shivered in bed, her thirty-two-year-old body quaking almost out 
of her control. She could not bear to strike her daughter, could not even 
entertain the thought of harming the lovely, delicate child. 

"Ohh, God, God, how can you do this to me?" she moaned, tears coming to her 
eyes. "How can you torture me like this, Maria?" 

The young girl's laugh was nearly harsh and cruel. "Ohh, stop it Mother," 
she hissed impatiently. "You act as if I were out whoring on the streets 
instead of listening to records!" 

Nora's head jerked up and she stared at her daughter in horror. "Don't even 
say such a thing," she gasped. "Dear God, don't even think it." 

Maria shook her head, sourly and walked toward her mother's bedroom door. 
"Don't worry, Mother, I'm not stupid," she sighed. "I don't intend to get 
myself in a mess." 

She stopped at the door and glanced back at her mother, the smile of 
contempt and complete assurance wide on her lips. "I'm too smart to make 
those kind of mistakes, Mother," she chuckled. "After all, I've had an 
example set for me, haven't I?" 

Her mother's eyes narrowed once more. She felt a burning pain sweeping 
through her chest, making her heart pound with fierce and savage anger. 
"Don't be such a little bitch, Maria," she growled. "Or I'll just see that 
you don't leave this house for a month except to go to school." 

The girl laughed in delight and turned away without responding. Nora sat up 
further in bed and called after her. "Just for that, young lady, you're 
grounded for a month," she barked. "I mean it, this time, a whole, God damn 
month! Her rage and her large, heavy breasts were rising and falling against 
the pajama top she was wearing, as her breathing became rapid and forced. 

This kind of thing had been going on for nearly six months, now, ever since 
the girl's fifteenth birthday. Lately, Maria had been getting more and more 
bold about defying her, and she had to put a stop to it. 

She, herself, might have made a lot of mistakes in her day, but she wasn't 
going to let that happen to her little girl. Maria was not going to get 
knocked up by the first boy that tickled her heart, or more pointedly, her 
pussy. She was going to learn discipline and self-control, if Nora had to 
beat it into her. 

She laughed, harshly to herself. That was an amusing thing to consider. She 
had never once laid a hand on the girl, and she didn't think she would ever 
reach the point by this time. 

The very idea of marring that perfect, lovely face with a bruise make her 
stomach turn with a sickening wrench. It was unthinkable to strike Maria, so 
grounding her would have to do. 

She lay in bed, wiping the tears from her eyes, wondering how the change had 
come about without her realizing it before it was complete. She had always 
spoiled the girl, given her as much of everything she had wanted as she 
could, but even that did not explain it completely to her. 

As a little girl, Maria had been sweet and loving, devoted to her. She had 
always wanted to be with her mommy, and wanted only to please her mommy 
whenever and however she could. As a little girl, Maria had been perfect, as 
a budding teenage girl, she was turning into a horror. 

Nora sighed and shook her head. How she wished, sometimes, that Maria was a 
little girl again. How she ached to have her at that tender age of eleven or 
twelve, just passing from childhood to girlhood. Those had been the best 
times, for the girl had been old enough to understand things, then, and yet, 
still young enough to seem and actually be, completely innocent. 

Nora could not figure out what had gone wrong. She hated to think that she 
gave the girl any sense of jealousy or resentment for her youth. After all, 
she herself was only thirty-two, hardly an old woman yet. 

And, in many, many ways, she did not envy the girl her youth at all. She 
knew too well, how difficult the teenage years could be on a girl, and she 
would not have wanted to go through them again for anything. 

Being an adult might not be the easiest thing in the world, for it was no 
picnic, that was certain, but then again, it wasn't hell, either, and it 
sure beat being a kid, in her mind. 

Of course, she realized, that her own teenage years had been different than 
many other girl's. She had been pregnant with Maria at sixteen, and that 
could easily account for a lot of her bad memories. 

Being a teenage mother was truly hell, especially when the father leaves you 
a year after the girl is born and you never see him again. She still hated 
Jake Welsey for running off and deserting her. Not so much for herself, but 
for the daughter they both had brought into this world. 

She sighed, realizing she was lucky enough that he still sent her money 
every month for the child. Sometime during the third week of each month, she 
received a generous money order in the mail to pay his share of the load. 

She never knew what he did, never knew how he came to be able to send them 
so much. By now, the check was over five hundred a month. Always from a 
different place, sometimes clear across the world. 

She entertained the idea that he was a seaman. That he worked on some big, 
ocean-going ship and traveled the world seeing new and exotic places. She 
cursed him for that, too, for she was trapped in Lorenville, unable to 
travel or see anything of the world at all. 

She had her beauty shop, of course, and while she and the girl were not 
rich, they ate well and dressed warmly. They had enough, and more, she felt, 
and she saw no reason for her child to be ashamed of their life. 

She groaned again and leaned over to turn off the light. The room was bathed 
in darkness then, lit only by the glow of light coming in from the hallway. 
She shook her head and rose from her reclining position to get up and turn 
it out, when she saw her daughter standing in the frame of the door. 

The soft glow of the hall light outlined her body in that moment. Maria was 
wearing the sheer, transparent nightgown she'd bought her for her birthday, 
and Nora's breath suddenly caught in her throat as she gazed at the 
teenager. 

The filtered light made her lithe, trim frame almost glisten, and Nora could 
see the young girl's nipples were taut and erect against the gown. Her hair 
was done in pig tails, then, and all the make-up she had been wearing had 
been scrubbed clean from her face. 

The young girl took a step forward and licked her lips to make them glisten, 
almost erotically. In her flesh, Nora felt a quickening warmth that 
frightened her, and she moaned as the tingling sensation she had grown used 
to began to race through her loins, uncontrollably. 

Maria stepped quickly over to the bed and sat down beside her mother. Her 
eyes were wide, blazing now with a calm assurance and an equally controlled 
determination. "Ohh, Mommy, don't be mad at me," she murmured, pushing the 
covers aside so that she could slip in beside her mother. "I hate it when 
you're mad at me." 

Nora shuddered, her mind blazing with an attempt to control herself. She 
could not let it happen again, she thought, she just could not. It was 
horrible, was terrible to do that, but she was losing her hold on her 
self-discipline rapidly as she felt the warmth of her daughter's body next 
to hers. 

The fifteen-year-old snuggled close to her, edging her body tightly against 
Nora's and sighing, with an ache in her voice, they tightly embraced. 
Through the thin material of her nightgown, Nora could feel the trembling in 
her daughter's shoulders. 

"Ohh, Mommy, you know how I hate to sleep alone, sometimes," the girl 
murmured. Her lips were warm and soft at Nora's throat, and the woman 
groaned as a harsh, burning spasm .ripped through her loins as the tender 
petals fluttered against her flesh. "I get so nervous and upset when I have 
to be alone!" Nora could feel Maria's fingers toying with the buttons to her 
pajama top, pulling it free with a gentle tug of her hand. While her mind 
screamed at her to brush the girl's hand away, her flesh trembled eagerly 
for the touch of the girl's soft, pink fingers against it. 

"No ... no we can't," moaned the woman almost breathlessly. "Stop it ... 
stop it ... Maria, we mustn't!" 

The young girl laughed quietly and moved her lips upward over her mother's 
cheek. She had the pajama top open, now, and was tracing a path with her 
nails across the full, ripe mounds of her mother's breasts. 

"Hush, Mommy," the girl murmured softly. "You're little girl is cold and 
scared. She needs to be close to you, now!" 

Nora felt her daughter's lips suddenly brushing across her own, and the kiss 
was almost fiery in its warmth and intensity. She groaned softly as Maria 
cupped her hand over her breast and kneaded it insistently. 

"Ohh, God, stop it, stop it," she whispered frantically. "I ... I can't bear 
it, Maria, I can't, I can't!" 

The young girl giggled childishly. "Ooo, but Mommy, Mommy, it's so nice," 
she laughed. "Ooo, I just love to do this Mommy and we used to do it all the 
time!" 

She kneaded the soft, spongy globe more pointedly, then, rubbing the hard, 
taut nipple back and forth with her thumb, while she flicked her tongue at 
Nora's tightly clenched teeth. The woman groaned almost savagely, shuddering 
with a violent spasm as she felt the stabbing dart force her teeth apart. 

Her flesh was burning with need, then, as her daughter slipped her tongue 
into her mouth, and hungrily entwined it around her own. She gasped as 
Maria's fingers rode over her belly and began to pull on the snap to her 
pajama bottom. 

As if they had a mind of their own, her own hands began to explore her 
daughter's flesh through the sheer nightgown she was wearing. They were 
lying side by side on the bed, now, and greedily, Nora rode the palm of her 
hand over the girl's buttocks, and her free hand down to the tiny, pert 
mounds of her breasts. 

The girl nearly sobbed with delight as Nora cupped her hand over one, small 
sphere and squeezed it lovingly in her palm. Nora felt the tender, pink 
nipple expanding, growing taut against her palm and digging into her flesh 
through the sheer material of the gown. She could feel the tingling in her 
daughter's breast as she massaged it, and her own loins were throbbing with 
a fierce intensity as Maria plucked at the button to her pajamas. 

"Ummm, Mommy, Mommy, that's so nice," the girl giggled. "Ooo, you make me 
feel so wonderful, Mommy, just like always, you do!" 

She felt the girl slipping her fingers inside of her pajamas and Nora sobbed 
as the smooth, warm fingers rode over her aching mound. The mere touch of 
the digits against her flesh made the woman groan with passion, and she 
rocked, spasmodically on the bed as her daughter massaged her aching 
hillock. 

Maria's mouth grew more excited against her mother's as she caressed the 
thick, damp mound of her cunt. She slithered her fingers through the tangled 
thatch of hair that covered the mound, tugging on the strands, playfully. 

Nora's body trembled with uncontrollable wanting, then, and she rode her 
free hand greedily over her daughter's buttocks, kneading and caressing the 
pert half moons with increasing passion. 

She gripped and squeezed the spongy buttocks through the gown and listened, 
with shameful delight to her child's groans of pleasure. There did not seem 
any way for her to escape this terrible passion, then, for she felt her 
body, if not her mind, surrendering to her desires, greedily. 

"Ohh, baby, yes, make your mommy feel good," she groaned, thickly. "Yes, 
darling Maria, ohhh, yes, make her feel nice!" 

Maria chuckled thickly and rode the tips of her fingers up and down along 
the quivering wetness of her mother's cunt petals. She rolled and pinched 
the thick, swollen petals between her digits and pulled on them demandingly. 

Nora jerked violently as a harsh, tearing need ripped through her cave, and 
the throbbing desire pounded in her loins with a growing intensity. Her body 
felt as if it were charged with an erotic electricity, and she could hardly 
breathe, for the surging need she was experiencing. 

Her own hands became more greedy and insistent then, and she rode one of 
them swiftly beneath her daughter's gown, over the smooth, warm flesh of her 
inner thighs. She felt the young girl eagerly spreading her tender limbs 
apart, greedily receiving the caress her mother offered her. 

As she cupped her fingers around the damp, nearly hairless mound of her 
daughter's crotch, she felt the throbbing, incredible heat that poured from 
the girl's cave, caressing her digits, enticingly. She moaned, riding her 
fingers in a lazy circle around the rim of Maria's hillock, pinching and 
teasing her mound, lovingly. 

"So warm, so wet, so alive," she whispered brokenly. "God, God, Maria, what 
do you do to me, what do you do to your mother?" The young girl laughed, 
knowingly. "I make my Mommy happy," she nearly giggled. "I always love to 
make my Mommy happy!" 

The woman jerked violently as she felt her daughter's lips riding down over 
her throat, kissing her hungrily, while her hand was gently massaging her 
aching mound. She felt the soft, teasing tip of Maria's thumb rubbing 
against her clit, and the almost stinging pain of delight that resulted in 
her flesh, was nearly unbearable. 

She sobbed as Maria expertly massaged her cunt mound. Her fingers darted and 
scraped against her vaginal lips, and her thumb was powerfully stimulating 
as it caressed her burning clit. 

Her own hands were wild against the girl's flesh, then, they kneaded and 
squeezed her breasts, and fondled the moist, warm loins of the child, 
hungrily. The girl's pussy lips were quivering violently as Nora caressed 
them, and the woman sighed with a shameless satisfaction as she felt the 
tender petals trembling against her hand. 

"Ohhhh, Mommy, Mommy, that's so nice, ohh, yessss," the young girl cooed 
delightfully. "Ummm, I just love when you do that to me, Mommy, I just love 
it, yes!" 

Her daughter's body was jerking and shuddering spasmodically as she fondled 
and caressed it, and Nora's own flesh was seething with need as Maria rode 
her fingers hungrily along the cleft between her pussy lips. She felt the 
girl's lips moving across her breasts, then, kissing and lathering them with 
a greedy wanting. 

"Jesus, ohhh, God, yes, kiss them, yes," Nora moaned uncontrollably. "Now, 
darling, God, kiss my breasts, now!" 

The girl laughed softly and rolled the tip of her tongue around the base of 
one hard nipple. Nora groaned wildly as she felt the girl gathering the 
taut, aching nugget between her teeth and gripping it tightly. 

Maria lashed at the imprisoned nipple wildly with her tongue, slashing back 
and forth until her mother was jerking about the bed in a writhing tremor of 
ecstasy. She sucked more of the woman's breast into her mouth, then, and 
gently inserted two of her fingers into her mother's cave. 

Nora nearly screamed at the delightful invasion. Her cunt walls undulated 
savagely around the probing spears, her inner flesh nearly agonized with 
pleasure as the fingers rode deep into her throbbing pit. 

She jerked violently on the bed, then, gasping and sobbing as her daughter 
twisted and turned her fingers to the depths of her cave. In a matter of 
moments, she had her digits buried to the hilt in Nora's channel, and was 
scraping them, greedily against the quivering interior of the woman's aching 
tunnel. 

"Ohh, God, God, yes," the woman moaned in ecstasy. Her own fingers were 
probing insistently against her daughter's pussy, then, trying desperately 
to enter the hot, wet passage of her loins. "Ummm, darling, Maria my child, 
ohh, God, I can't bear it any longer, I can't!" 

The girl laughed in delight and sucked harder on her mother's captured 
breast. She lathered the nipple greedily with her tongue and began to pump 
her fingers in and out of the woman's cave. 

Each stroke she took made the hot, quivering flesh undulate with a violent 
tremor, and the woman sobbed with pleasure, twisting savagely beneath the 
girl's plunging spears. Her cunt muscles undulated wildly around the driving 
spears, kneading and gripping them with fierce demand. 

Now, Nora's fingers pushed their way into her daughter's cave, and she 
listened with pleasure to the girl's sob of delight as she penetrated her 
hot, taut channel with the eager prongs. 

She felt the tiny cunt muscles quaking against her searching fingers as she 
slipped them deeper into Maria's cave, and her daughter's inner flesh 
quivered delightfully in rhythmic patterns as she buried her fingers as 
deeply in the tunnel as she could. 

Her passion was too powerful, now, to be resisted anymore. Nora could not 
deny her need any longer, and she kneaded the girl's breasts, savagely 
through the sheer nightgown, squeezing and massaging them almost brutally in 
her wanting. 

Her cunt was pounding from the rhythmic stroke of her daughter's fingers, 
and she listened, with satisfaction, to the girl's gasping sobs of pleasure, 
as they tore past her trembling lips. 

"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, ummm, that's so nice," the little girl, giggled. "Oooo, 
you do that so nice to me, Mommy, I love it so, I do!" 

As Nora rode her fingers in and out of the young girl's pit, she could feel 
the give and take of the child's maidenhead, each time she crashed her 
digits into it. The young girl gasped with a slight bit of pain, then sighed 
as the pleasure took hold of her again. 

She flexed her cunt muscles around her mother's pumping spears, squeezing 
and gripping them to urge the woman's passion on. Her own fingers were 
exploring the hot, wet tunnel of Nora's pussy, greedily, then, and her mouth 
beginning to slowly journey downward along her quivering belly. 

"Ohhh, Maria, ohh, this is so good," the woman moaned. She felt her daughter 
pushing her over on her back, forcing her to lay down. Maria pushed her 
thighs apart insistently, and Nora jerked involuntarily as she felt the 
sweet, moist tip of the girl's tongue slithering through her cunt hair. 

She shivered violently as the sensuous darting tongue lashed suddenly at her 
clit. The violent tremors of delight roared through her loins with a burning 
fury and her eyes shut tight as the pleasure consumed her. 

She rocked back and forth, her hands fluttering about her daughter's body, 
wildly as the girl lathered her mound. She was moaning and sobbing with 
need, her flesh nearly on fire with wanting as Maria hungrily attacked her 
aching hillock. 

"There, yes, there," she sobbed. "Oooh, darling, Maria, my pet, there, 
always there, darling, yes, yes!" 

The girl was laughing soft as she felt her mother's hands trying desperately 
to draw her own body over hers. She lifted her legs and settled each long, 
tapered thigh on either side of the woman's head, and held her cunt just 
inches from the woman's eager mouth. 

"Eat me, Mommy," she giggled enticingly. "Eat me, please, please, please!" 

The woman's greedy tongue lashed upward and slithered along the length of 
Maria's cunt lips. The girl groaned in aching response and mashed her own, 
soft, sensual mouth against her mother's loins. 

She locked her teeth around Nora's trembling clit and sucked the juicy 
nugget into her mouth. Nora screamed softly as she felt her daughter's 
tongue lashing at her captured morsel, the stinging delight of the attack 
tearing through her loins with a throbbing agony. 

Hungrily, now, she gripped Maria's buttocks in her hands and pulled the 
girl's hot, wet mound to her greedy lips. She inhaled the perfumed scent of 
her daughter's pit and shivered as the delightful aroma filled her nostrils 
completely. 

She rode her tongue upward, lathering at the twitching nugget of the girl's 
clit happily, and the fifteen-year-old sobbed with the surging of pleasure 
that raced along the length of her virginal passage, and ground her cunt 
down hard on her mother's eager, sucking lips. 

Hungrily, Nora swiftly rode her tongue up into the hot, taut channel of her 
daughter's cunt. The girl's vaginal muscles quickly locked around the 
invading prong and squeezed it greedily and passionately inside of her. 

She rocked from left to right as Nora lathered her inner walls, and sent her 
own, pink, teasing arrow deep into the woman's burning pit. Nora sobbed with 
pleasure as she felt her daughter's tongue lathering her inner flesh, 
flicking back and forth against her pussy walls, viciously. 

The two of them hugged each other's cunt to their faces then, and sucked on 
the hot, dripping chambers, passionately. They were drinking the thick, 
creamy juice that flowed from their caves, gulping it down with eager 
abandon as they rode their tongues wildly inside of each other. 

Violently, Nora pumped her tongue in and out of her daughter's cave, while 
gnawing savagely on the girl's swollen pussy lips. She rolled them between 
her teeth and lashed her tongue against the girl's inner flesh with 
increasing greed. Maria sobbed with pleasure, her body shuddering 
uncontrollably above her mother's head. 

Her own lips and teeth attacked the woman's pussy ruthlessly, now, driving 
her spear deep into the hot, steaming channel and sucking on the creamy 
tunnel with increased frenzy. 

Their cunts were throbbing powerfully by this time, the walls drawing 
tighter and tighter as their lust reached a feverish pitch. They could feel 
the building of an orgasm in their caves, and the rumbling pleasure that was 
about to explode inside of them was almost an agony to endure. 

"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, something's going to happen inside me," the girl sobbed, 
her voice clearly that of a young girl's now. "Oooo, it feels so funny and 
good, Mommy, so funny, and good, indeed!" 

The fifteen-year-old began to shudder and quake, mashing her cunt down hard 
against the woman's darting tongue and sucking lips. She sobbed breathlessly 
as the climax exploded in the depths of her virginal passage and the roar of 
liquid release began to wash over her mother's greedy mouth. 

Nora sucked and drank from the hot, liquid lust that was pouring from her 
daughter's pit. She tasted the delicious cream on her tongue and swallowed 
the bursting fluid, happily. She felt Maria's inner walls undulating 
violently against her darting tongue, and she held the girl's throbbing 
mound fiercely against her eager mouth. 

Inside her own, burning passage, Nora could feel the ecstasy of her orgasm 
nearing its own moment of savage eruption. She sobbed, quaking violently as 
the tremors took control of her, and she was nearly breathless with 
excitement, as she felt the surge of passion consuming her. 

She shuddered uncontrollably, bucking fiercely as the hot, churning passion 
of her wanting burst in her cave and waves of delicious relief swept through 
her. The burning intensity of her orgasm was beyond her control, now, and 
she thrust her cunt hard against her child's mouth, as her pleasure consumed 
her. 

"Ohh, God, darling, God, Maria, yes," she sobbed, her voice tortured and 
weak with need. "I'm coming, my love, coming my little girl, coming so damn 
good, yes, yes!" 

The girl greedily sucked and lathered her mother's bursting channel. She 
tasted the sweetness of the woman's lust on her tongue and she laughed with 
satisfaction at having once more brought the woman to overwhelming ecstasy. 

She drove her tongue deep into Nora's throbbing channel and flicked it 
wickedly against the quivering inner walls. Nora jerked and shuddered 
wildly, now, her whole body one seething mass of erotic fulfillment. 

The woman was moaning thickly as her daughter finally pulled away from her 
and slipped off the bed, leaving Nora to tremble with the lingering spasms 
of ecstasy that raced through her. 

"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, that was so nice," she chuckled softly. "I just love it 
when we do that, don't you?" 

Nora sobbed, her eyes filled with tears of shame as she stared at her 
daughter beside the bed. The harsh, cruel stabbing of lust was deep in her 
pit, then, and her flesh was still locked in the grip of tingling 
excitement. "You ... you little ... little witch," she moaned. "How ... how 
can ... can you do that? How ... can you laugh at it?" 

The girl chuckled wildly. "Because I love you, Mommy," she giggled. She 
turned on her heel and stepped toward the door. She turned out in the hall 
and smiled back at her mother. "And I'm not grounded anymore, am I, Mommy?" 
she hissed. 

Nora Wesley sobbed with guilt and shame and turned her head into her pillow. 
As her gasping, choking cries of despair and self-loathing filled her 
bedroom, she could hear the faint echo of her daughter's triumphant laughter 
cutting through them, like a skilled surgeon's knife through defenseless 
flesh. 

She moaned with the shame she felt, but knew at the same time, that the 
passions she felt for her daughter were too powerful to be denied ... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Nora Skarne fell in love with Jake Wesley in her senior year in high school. 
He was three years older than her, and already going to college. She had 
skipped a couple of grades and looked forward to doing that, herself. 

Her family had no money, but that did not bother her. She was intelligent 
enough to get good grades and was working hard to earn a scholarship to one 
or two of the universities she had applied to. 

They lived in the rougher section of Lorenville. The small, shipping port 
was neatly divided into two distinct parts of town. Near the sea, the lower 
classes lived and toiled, inland, the wealthier people enjoyed their labor. 

Nora quickly discerned that her only hope in life lay on crossing the 
invisible barrier from her side of town to the other. Where she lived, there 
was no hope, only growing despair and emptiness, something she was 
determined to escape. 

Ever since she had been a little girl, she had learned the value of study 
and hard work. She put almost every girlish pleasure aside for her 
education, concentrating on gaining knowledge, rather than having fun. 

Her father died when she was a little girl and her mother, though 
hard-working and never unkind, had little time for her. The woman often 
brought men home to spend the night, and Nora got used to having many 
'uncles' around. 

She did not resent this, she resented very little as long as it did not 
interfere with her studies. She realized how hard her mother worked, and she 
wanted only to be left alone, as she would leave the woman alone. 

The men her mother brought home were often fellow workers from the canning 
factory where she had her job, and once and awhile, a sailor from one of the 
ships in port. The factory workers she did not mind, for they were always 
rather shy and embarrassed around her, but the sailors frightened her. 

They were usually rougher and harder men, men that would think little of 
touching or caressing her whenever she passed by them. She learned to avoid 
their quick and eager hands, and never spend more than a few seconds in the 
room with them, if her mother was not around. 

She hated them for their foul, greedy pawing, and even more, for what, she 
considered to be a betrayal of her mother, whenever they came on to her. She 
did not know very much about sex in those years, but she understood clearly 
what they wanted, and how they did not care where they got it from. 

She was fifteen when Don raped her. She never learned his last name, he was 
in town for a short weekend, and she never saw him again. As far as she was 
concerned, that was just as well, for if she had the chance, she would have 
killed him, she knew. 

In a way, it was actually her fault, for she should have known better than 
to stay alone in the house with the man when her mother had gone to work 
overtime that Saturday morning. It was the middle of summer and production 
was in full gear at the factory, so she had been called in on her day off. 

She had brought the man named Don home that night. It had been late when 
they got in, but Nora was still awake. She had laid in bed, listening to 
their whispered giggling as they climbed the stairs, shutting her eyes 
tightly against the sounds of sex she had known would soon be coming from 
her mother's room next to hers. 

After several minutes, she heard nothing, and finally, out of curiosity she 
got up from bed and tip-toed to the room. Peering in, she saw them both 
asleep across the bed, still in their underwear. 

Grateful for being able to miss the heavy breathing and relentless squeaking 
of her mother's bed, she had returned to her own, and a night of fitful, 
nervous rest. For some reason, she did not sleep very well, and when she 
woke up the next morning, she was still very tired. 

She realized, at once, of course, that the source of her uneasiness was Don, 
the man her mother had brought home. This vague sense of dread was not 
unfamiliar to her, and when she went downstairs to start breakfast, she 
prayed he would leave soon after eating the morning meal. 

They came down together, blurry-eyed and moaning with the pain of their 
hangovers. "God, Hon," her mother gasped. "All I want is coffee, it's all I 
could keep down!" 

"Me, I'll take whatever you got, kid," the man named Don, snorted. "I like a 
full belly after a heavy night of partying." 

She glared at him openly, shivering a bit as she watched his eyes running up 
and down her body, drinking in her full, big breasted frame. She turned 
away, cursing herself for not having dressed, and set to work making his 
breakfast. 

She would have liked to tell him to get the hell out of the house right then 
and there, but she did not dare. She didn't want to have to argue with her 
mother this morning, and in any case, it was the woman's business who she 
enjoyed herself with, she thought. Just as long as she did not have to enjoy 
the creep, too. 

Don was a big man, and had he not been so crudely menacing, she might have 
even found him lusty and attractive in a rough sort of manner. But she did 
not like his eyes roaming over her body so obviously, and she shivered as 
she cooked his eggs, hoping, perhaps, that he would leave as quickly as she 
prayed he would. 

Her mother seemed too preoccupied with her hangover to pay much attention to 
him, and he seemed offended by this. She finally yawned and stood up, 
sucking down the last of her coffee and picking up her purse. 

"I shouldn't have to work more than a half day," she told them" "So, I'll be 
home around one." 

She gave her daughter a slight peck on the cheek and turned to Don. "You be 
waiting for me, lover," she whispered, kissing him full on the mouth. 

Nora turned her head away as she watched the man's hands roaming over her 
mother's back and buttocks, kneading and squeezing her flesh, passionately. 
Her mother laughed and twisted her way out of the big man's embrace, and 
then slipped out the back door of the house, leaving them alone in it. 

The sailor tried to enlist her in a conversation, asking obviously polite 
questions about her school and the like, but she answered him in dull, 
single word responses. She said yes and no to nearly everything he asked, 
making her disinterest clear. 

"What's the matter with me, kid?" he snarled in impatience at last. "Don't 
you like me or something?" 

She was at the stove, then, and she turned and glared at him. "Frankly, no," 
she hissed at him. "I've seen too many of you guys come and go, you take my 
mother for a ride then leave her flat, I don't like it." 

"Well, hell, baby, what do you expect?" the man laughed, coldly. "You think 
I'm gonna marry her or something?" 

"No, I know you're not going to do that," Nora laughed savagely. "But I 
don't have to like it, do I?" 

The man named Don stood up and came up behind her. She felt his hands around 
her hips then, his fingers suddenly digging into her smooth, supple curves. 
She gasped at the sudden contact and began to struggle. "All right, let go 
of me," she hissed, twisting around to glare at him. "I'm not your toy, 
buster, let me go!" Don made no move to do anything more than hold her fast. 
His eyes were wandering over the tops of her breasts, which her peeking 
through the fold of her nightgown. She pulled it shut, instinctively, and he 
cackled softly. 

"You're a sweet little bitch, ain't you, honey?" he whispered. "How about 
you give your Uncle Don a little kiss?" 

He bent to press his mouth to hers and she twisted away, turning out of his 
reach. He laughed as she picked up a pan from the counter beside the stove 
and held it over her head to strike him. 

"Jesus, hell-bent, ain't you, baby?" he chuckled. He backed away from her 
and resumed his place at the kitchen table. "Well, I got your old lady, kid, 
I don't need you, so don't worry about it!" 

Nora's belly was churning with fear and sickness and she dropped the pot 
onto the counter again and fled from the room. She could hear his laughter 
following behind her as she raced up the stairs to her bed room and shut the 
door behind her. 

It took several minutes for her to calm down, and when she finally did, she 
shook her head in anger at her fearful reactions. He was just a dumb sailor, 
she told herself, trying to tease me. He just wanted to scare me, that's 
all. 

She nodded sourly. He had done a good job of it all right, and she stepped 
into the bathroom, then, locked the door and turned on the shower. Under the 
stinging, steaming spray of the driving water, she felt her body relaxing at 
last. 

She remained in the shower for quite awhile, for it was one of the few ways 
in which she could completely relax herself. The driving sting of the water 
seemed to soothe all the pain and despair out of her body and heart, and 
when at last she stepped from beneath it, she felt more than just clean 
again. 

After she had dried herself, she slipped into a pair of panties and shorts, 
and pulled a blouse over her shoulders. She did not bother with a bra, 
though she knew her mother hated to see her going without one, but since she 
did not plan to leave the house that day, she saw no reason to strap her 
breasts up in a harness. She hated having her breasts held in place so 
tightly as a bra did. At sixteen, they were already large and heavy, and she 
prayed that the rest of her body would grow into them, some day. 

She shook her head as the sun began to fill her room, for it was climbing 
quickly and steadily into the sky and she knew that this day was going to be 
a very hot one. She only had a tiny fan for her room, and it gave off very 
little breeze, so she tried to resign herself to a sweaty day. 

She lay down on her bed and piled her books next to her on the night table. 
She had a great deal to study that afternoon, for she was going to be a 
senior in high school next semester and she wanted to get a head start. 

She was in the habit of giving herself quiz's now and then, and was 
preparing one this afternoon. She lay on the bed, reading for nearly two 
hours before she got thirsty and decided to get herself a coke from the 
kitchen. 

When she entered the small room, she found Don drinking a large glass of 
whiskey, from the looks of his eyes and the way he gazed at her, he had been 
doing so ever since she left the room. 

He allowed his gaze to follow her as she crossed the room to the 
refrigerator. He licked his lips, smacking them loudly and let a low, 
obscene whistle escape his lips as he watched her shapely buttocks rolling 
against the tightness of her shorts. 

"Jesus, you're a real little lady, ain't you, honey?" he snorted. "Man could 
find himself getting real worked up over a sweet piece of tail like you." 

She ignored his comment and quickly poured the coke into a tall glass with 
ice cubes in it, and carried both the glass and the bottle by him without 
saying a word. She took the steps two at a time, and relaxed at last, as she 
settled down on her bed to study once more. 

She was reading a history book when she heard the door knob turning. She 
glanced up in shock and watched as the door swung open with a soft, quiet 
squeak. Don was standing there, the whiskey bottle clutched in his hand, a 
twisted grin on his lips. "Just talked to my buddies," he laughed, softly. 
"Looks like we're pulling out of here quicker than I thought." 

She nodded. "I'll tell mother," she murmured. "Now, would you mind leaving 
my room, I would like to get some reading done?" 

He did not budge but took another pull on the bottle, smacking his lips 
loudly as the liquor guzzled down his throat. He grinned at her much wider, 
then, and something in his eyes made her flesh crawl. 

"Sure hate to leave a port without unloading my rocks at least once," he 
said, evenly. "Makes it awful hard on a man not to get a little loving in." 

She noticed his eyes on her breasts, gazing intently at the damp line of 
moisture that covered the cleft between them. She pulled her blouse closed, 
instinctively, and shivered a bit, as if she were suddenly chilled. 

"That's not my problem," she said, flatly. "Now, please go. I don't want to 
have to get nasty about it." 

"You're a real tight ass little baby, ain't you?" he chuckled. He stepped 
into the room and kicked the door shut behind him. "Got a smart mouth for 
one so young." 

She swung her legs over the side of the bed as he approached and stood up 
cautiously. "The jokes are over, Mister," she whispered coldly. "I want you 
out of here in five seconds or I'm calling my mother at work." 

He ran his eyes up and down her body again, this time the leering gaze in 
them quite obvious. She shivered and tried to step by him, but he quickly 
blocked her path, his arms folded across his chest. 

"What's the matter, honey, don't I appeal to you?" he chuckled. "You too 
stuck-up for the likes of me?" 

"Get out of my way, you bastard," she snarled. "I'm tired of fooling around 
with you, now. I mean it!" 

He suddenly grabbed her by her shoulders then, and dropped his mouth to 
hers. She gasped in shock and choked as she felt his wet, slippery lips 
mashing against her own in a hungrily kiss. 

"That's it, honey, fight me," he chuckled thickly, as she tried to twist her 
head away from his mouth. "I like it when they fight me! Damn, I ain't had 
no teenage pussy in months, it's about time!" 

She could smell the liquor and scent of unwashed flesh on him, and it nearly 
made her gag as she pulled her mouth from his. She kicked at him 
desperately, but he merely laughed and backed her against the wall. 

"Let me go, damn you, let me go," she hissed wildly. "You rotten son of a 
bitch, let me go right now!" 

"Ohh, a tough little cunt, huh?" he laughed. "Well, we'll see how tough you 
are, bitch, we'll just see about that!" 

His big, hairy paw came looping down out of the air and crashed hard against 
her cheek. Her head shot to the left as she screamed and a dull, pounding 
ache filled her jaw as the stars danced in front of her eyes from the blow. 

She moaned dully as she felt one of his hands taking hold of the front of 
her blouse and tearing it open. The vicious sound of her fabric ripping 
filled her ears, and she screamed once more as her full, large mounds came 
tumbling free. 

"God damn, what a sweet pair of tits," he gasped. He was shuddering 
violently, his breath growing rapid and forced with the effort of his 
breathing. "Jesus, bitch, you got the tits of a grown woman on you!" 

"Ohh, dear God, don't, stop it, don't," she sobbed. She was trying 
frantically to pull her blouse together, and he slapped her hands away, 
grabbing hold of her hair with his other hand and slamming her head hard 
against the wall. 

"Quit jumping around, cunt," he snarled. "I want see what the rest of you 
looks like! If your pussy is anything like your tits, I'm gonna be having 
myself a high old time, I bet!" 

She moaned as he dug his hand down into her shorts. The sensation of his 
fingers slicing over her bare flesh made her scream anew, though she could 
hardly see for the throbbing pain in the back of her head. Viciously he 
ripped forward, tearing the button and zipper free on the garment. Grunting 
with the effort, he forced her shorts and panties down to her knees, and she 
sobbed wildly as she felt her loins exposed. 

She was kicking helplessly as the tangled garments locked and twisted around 
her knees. He gripped her by the throat with one hand and held her fast, and 
pushed the clothing down over her calves with the other. 

As the undergarment and shorts dropped to her feet, her kicking legs tossed 
them away from her. He was laughing thickly, his eyes leering at her 
nakedness, now, his lips smacking loudly as if he were contemplating a 
mouth-watering meal. 

"Jesus, what a fucking cunt," he sighed. He ran his lingers up along her 
inner thigh and she groaned with a mixture of horror and same. "Ahh, smooth 
as silk, ain't you, baby? Just as warm and soft as a man could want!" 

"Ohh, God, please, please don't hurt me," she wailed. Her voice was strained 
and taut, her words escaping her lips in a gasping manner. "No, no, don't 
touch me, God, please, don't do it to me!" 

"Shit, what are you crying about, cunt?" he snarled, cupping his hand over 
one firm, round breast, now. "Why, I'll bet you're more than used to this! A 
bitch like you, with this body, you got to have used it a lot, right?" 

His fingers closed around the soft, warm globe of her breast, kneading it 
greedily. Her thick, jutting nipple grew tight and firm against his palm and 
she sobbed once more as he pressed it hard against her quivering nugget. 

Her head was shaking wildly as she tried to speak. "No ... no, truly, 
really, I ... I haven't," she gasped. "Please, believe me, please, please, 
now!" 

He kneaded her breast cruelly, enjoying the way her flesh was warm and 
fevered, damp with the sweat of fear. He could feel her heart pounding 
behind the soft, spongy globe and from her loins, a deep, thick aroma was 
rising up to his nostrils. 

The young girl sobbed in horror as his mouth came down over hers. She felt 
his lips grinding against her soft, sensual petals once more, kissing and 
slobbering over her tender mouth in a vicious manner. 

His hand, tight against her throat, was holding her firmly against the wall. 
His tongue jammed harshly against her teeth and she gagged as he pushed his 
way, between them demandingly. 

"Open your mouth, bitch," he hissed. "Open it, or I'll fucking choke you 
senseless, cunt! You want it that way, do you?" 

She could barely breathe at this point and the terror of passing out made 
her do as he ordered her to. She parted her teeth and he slid his eager 
tongue between them. He lashed hungrily in search of her sweet, moist spear, 
grunting in triumph as he curled his darting prong around it. 

His sucking kiss made her stomach lurch in a violent, queasy spasm and she 
had to gulp, desperately, to hold the bile in her throat. She could smell 
him now, smell not only the stench of booze and his dirty flesh, but a new 
odor, thick and dank, unrecognizable, but undeniable nonetheless. 

She heard his zipper riding down with a loud, horrible hiss and groaned as 
his hand grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her own, slender fingers down 
to his groin. She screamed in disgust as she felt something thick and hard 
pulsating behind his grubby jeans, beating like a powerful engine in his 
trousers. 

"Take it, you little fucking whore," he hissed. "Go on, take it out and hold 
it! Do it, baby, do it to me right now, you cunt!" 

She shuddered with fear, feeling his fingers tightening on her throat once 
more. She knew he would hurt her if she did not do as he ordered, so she 
slipped her hand inside of his jeans and wrapped her long, tapered fingers 
around the throbbing prong. 

Don gasped with delight as she gripped his shaft in her delicate fist. "Ahh, 
now that's the idea," he cackled. "Pull it, bitch, pump it! Get it going, 
baby, get that fucking meat rock hard!" 

Nora sobbed thickly as she brought the man's tool from behind his jeans and 
held it lightly in her palm. It was beating rhythmically with the hot, 
boiling blood that roared through it, growing thicker and harder with each 
passing moment. She was horrified of it, hated how it felt in her hand. It 
was like an ugly, pulsating snake, pounding with evil life, wet and smelly 
from the passion it contained. She sobbed when he tightened his fingers 
around her neck, and she quickly locked her hand much tighter around the 
throbbing meat. 

Slowly she kneaded and squeezed the huge, hot pole. She had little idea of 
what to do to please him, but she tried her best, moving her fingers quickly 
back and forth along the length of the foul shaft. 

His hand was at her loins, then and she squealed with pain and sickness as 
he explored the warm, moist hillock. She shivered violently as he rubbed the 
tips of his fingers back and forth along her vaginal lips, and flicked his 
thumb, painfully, against her twitching clit. 

Each time he snapped the fat, knobby thumb at her tender love button, the 
pain shot through her loins like a hot, searing, knife. She gasped in the 
grip of his cruel assault, kicking and twisting helplessly as he pinned her 
to the wall by her throat. 

"You still fighting me, honey?" he snarled with a vicious mirth. "Well, 
that's okay, cunt, as long as you settle down when we get to business." 

"Ohh, please, please, I'm a virgin, you monster, a virgin," she gasped. 
"Ohh, God, don't you understand, I never have, never!" 

He laughed savagely and ground his mouth against hers once more. "Still 
cherry, huh?" he cackled. "I'll bet you are, you lying little whore!" 

He slid two fingers into her pussy then, and she screamed in pain as she 
felt him forcing them deep into her tight, virginal passage. The pain was 
deep and fierce as he thrust them cruelly against her maidenhead, making her 
scream once more. 

He rubbed the digits back and forth inside of her and laughed, coldly. 
"Well, God damn, you are still virgin," he hissed. "I'll be a son of a 
bitch!" 

She gulped wildly, trying hard to catch her breath. "You ... you see?" she 
moaned. "Now ... please ... please don't do it to me, please, please! His 
laughter was vicious and cruel as it rang in her ears. 

"Are you kidding, cunt?" he snorted. "Jesus, I wouldn't miss this for the 
world, bitch. A sweet, young cherry like you? I'm gonna blow my rocks like 
nothing before!" 

Savagely he spun her around and threw her down on the bed. She gasped as she 
struck the mattress and then rolled, trying to escape the man. He cackled 
with glee, catching hold of the back of her shirt. 

He ripped it away from her, then, and she squealed, shivering as he turned 
her over on her back once more and fell across her, heavily. She groaned in 
pain as his huge bulk crushed down on top of her. 

She could feel his cock throbbing against her thighs and she squirmed 
anxiously, trying helplessly to avoid the pounding spear. His mouth was at 
her throat and he locked her hands behind her head, holding both of them in 
one huge, meaty fist. 

"I'm getting a little tired of all this fucking around, baby," he snarled, 
digging his teeth into the base of one big, quivering nipple. "Now settle 
down, before I really hurt you, cunt!" 

He bit hard into the flesh of her tender nugget and thrust two fingers into 
her pussy once more. The twin sensations of pain seared along her flesh and 
she screamed in agony, jerking uncontrollably with the effects of his 
assault. 

Hungrily, he sucked on her quaking nipple, lashing at the sweet, pink nugget 
with his tongue. She sobbed as he rhythmically pumped his fingers in and out 
of her cunt, rolling and turning them viciously against her inner walls to 
widen her tender channel. 

"My cock, bitch, get to work on my cock," he snarled. "Come on, you fucking 
little slut, do what you're supposed to do!" 

Nora sobbed in throbbing agony as she felt the man kneading her mound 
ruthlessly with his big, square hand. His thumb was pressed savagely against 
her clit, now, and he was rubbing against the tiny nugget with as much 
pressure as he could. 

To underscore his threat, he rolled her nipple cruelly between his teeth, 
giving her now an even more intense pain, and the helpless young girl 
realized that if she did not do exactly as he wanted, he would hurt her even 
more terribly. 

Groaning with a seething combination of fear, pain and sickness, she gripped 
his cock tightly in her hand again, horrified by the size to which it had 
grown, and the savage pounding of his fevered blood, now. 

She could feel the hot fluid quaking along the length of his shaft, making 
it pulsate violently against her gripping fingers. Harder and faster it 
seemed to beat, expanding wildly, as if it might burst at any moment. 

She rode her soft, warm palm up and down the length of it, wildly, trembling 
with the awful fear that he might soon be thrusting the huge, hot weapon 
inside of her, and raping her with all the violence he could command. 

Her poor, aching cunt was undulating uncontrollably around his plunging 
fingers, and he laughed as they got damp and sticky with the lubricant he 
had started flowing in her tight, burning channel. 

"Ahh, don't you worry, baby, don't you worry about a thing," he chuckled. 
"I'm gonna show you a real good time, you'll see, you're gonna love it, 
bitch, just love it!" 

She shuddered and groaned, twisting from left to right as he plowed the 
fingers into her relentlessly. The pain was constant and throbbing in her 
tight, warm tunnel, each stroke giving her even more agony-than before. 

In her hand, his cock had swollen to nearly twice the size as before, and 
she was horrified of the thought that he would put it into her. She pounded 
her hand, wildly against his meat, then, hoping frantically, that she could 
bring him to his climax before he tried to enter her. 

Faster and harder she drove her soft, warm fist at his pulsating tool. He 
groaned thickly, shuddering with each powerful, lovely stroke that she took. 
He rocked rhythmically in response to her driving hand, laughing thickly as 
she attacked his hard, aching shaft. 

"Yeah, baby, that's the idea," he cackled. "Get old Don, ready, bitch, get 
him good and ready for that cunt of yours, honey!" 

His lips and teeth moved against her breasts, hungrily, now, as his free 
hand dropped from her wrists to her boobs, also. She sobbed as she felt him 
kneading the quivering spheres, pulling and tugging on her flesh, 
demandingly. 

She began to claw and punch at him, her panic rising as she felt his fingers 
pushing against her thighs to spread them apart. He moaned as he slipped 
down between the warm, wet limbs, his body quaking with the violence of his 
passion. 

He lifted his head from her breasts and slapped her hard against the face. 
"You fucking slut," he growled. "Hit me again, and I'll break your God damn 
arm, bitch!" 

He wedged himself tightly between her thighs, then, and took hold of his 
shaft, guiding it up to the hot, trembling petals that guarded her virginal 
passage. She screamed in horror and shook her head, violently. 

"No ... no ... anything ... I'll do anything," she gasped. "Please, please, 
let me ... let me do something else ... please!" 

Cruelly, he forced the thick, hot knob of his helmet against the quivering 
petals. "Shut up, cunt," he snarled. "I don't want anything else, I want 
that cherry!" 

Nora's body drew taut as she felt the big, strong man forcing his cock 
between her vaginal lips, forcing himself inside of her. She screamed in 
pain and horror, twisting in a helpless attempt to escape the ruthless 
invasion of his tool. 

She sobbed as the man pushed himself deeper into her moist, hot tunnel. Her 
poor, aching pit was unused to the presence of his cock, and the throbbing 
hurt of him was nearly more than she could stand. 

The big man had no thought for her feelings at that moment. He laughed 
harshly, rocking from side to side as he pushed more and more of his weapon 
into her pit. "God, you're tight," he hissed. "Motherfucker, what a tight 
little bitch you are! Jesus, baby, this is great!" 

"No, don't ohhh, please, please don't," she wailed, pounding her tiny fists 
against his shoulders, helplessly. "I'm a virgin, God damn it, a virgin, 
please!" 

"Not for long, cunt," he cackled, digging his hands under her buttocks and 
locking them tightly against her flesh. "You won't have that fucking problem 
for long, I promise you!" She felt the huge, hot head of his cock pressed 
tightly against her virginal wall, and the searing pain of it roared 
savagely in the depths of her pounding tunnel. He grunted as he moved the 
thick, pulsating tool against her maidenhead, rocking his body from left to 
right until he was settled firmly in place between her thighs. 

Now he took a deep breath and slowly drew his shaft out from her aching pit. 
He hissed savagely as he was nearly all the way out of her cunt, digging his 
fingers tightly into her spongy buttocks to hold her fast. 

"Get ready, bitch," he growled. "I'm gonna make you a real woman, now!" 

He rammed into her violently, then, and the girl screamed in horror and 
agony as the huge, pounding head of his shaft slammed into her virginal 
membrane and tore through it without any effort at all. She felt the slender 
wall of flesh parting under the driving force of his cock and she sobbed in 
shame as he buried his prick to the hilt in her bleeding passage. 

She groaned wildly as she felt him throbbing deep in her tunnel. "Ohh, 
Jesus, you sweet whore," he chuckled harshly. "God, you got the tightest 
little pussy, you bitch, just the tightest little pussy indeed!" 

He pulled back, then, massaging her buttocks cruelly as he did. She was 
shivering uncontrollably with the pain and humiliation of his assault. She 
turned her head away and mashed it tightly against the pillow as he rammed 
into her again. 

He was pumping back and forth ruthlessly, now, twisting and turning inside 
of her with a cruel abandon. He had little concern, now for her own, ravaged 
flesh, so bent upon complete satisfaction was he, now. 

Again and again he rode his hard, pulsating prong into her pussy. He laughed 
wildly with every stroke, twisting and shuddering as his cock reached a 
feverish stage of excitement in her cave. 

The harder he drove into her, the closer he came to a climax. He felt her 
undulating walls quivering around him and the slippery, wet smack their 
bellies made as they met and parted rang loudly in his ears. 

His shaft was throbbing with a tortured delight by this time and his gasping 
greed blew hot breathes of fevered excitement across her shoulders. She 
heard him grunting pleasure in her ears and she sobbed loudly in an attempt 
to drown him out. 

"Ohhh, baby, gonna come," he hissed, kissing her neck, hurriedly. "Yeah, 
bitch, ummm, honey, gonna come so good in you, now!" 

He roared into her once more, groaning savagely as a hot, thick stream of 
boiling come began to spurt from his tool. Through the dull, throbbing ache 
in her flesh, she could fell the blast of his orgasm and feel the creamy 
fluid of his pleasure filling her loins to overflowing. 

Her shame was near total as he emptied his seed in her pit. She lay on the 
bed, shuddering with a dull, pulsating agony as he pumped back and forth 
inside of her. There was nothing she could do but endure this wretched 
attack, endure the horrible assault until at last he finished. 

When he rolled off of her, she crawled to the edge of the bed and allowed 
herself to have the violent attack of sickness she had been repressing. He 
just laughed, cruelly and patted her buttocks, his cackle of delight ringing 
in her ears as he spoke. 

"Thanks for the cherry, baby," he snorted. "Next time some guy puts his cock 
into you, remember who was the first, will you?" 

He left quickly after that, and of course, neither she nor her mother ever 
saw him again. That evening, she soaked in a bathtub for hours, praying that 
she would not get pregnant from the rape, and that somehow the stink of him, 
and the horrid sensation of his hands all over her would go away. 

On the first count, she breathed easier as her period came later that month, 
but on the second, it took a long time before even the first stages of her 
flesh's memory of his hands and rod could be erased. It wasn't until she met 
and fell in love with Jake Wesley that she could forget the man that raped 
her, and even then, the revulsion she had helped to drive her husband away 
from her, in the end. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When Maria was born, it was both the happiest and most miserable day of 
Nora's life. That two so different and conflicting emotions could attack her 
at the same time was astounding, but nonetheless, that was exactly how she 
felt. 

She felt much the same the first time her daughter climbed in bed with her 
for more than the familiar and soothing warmth of a mother's embrace. For 
Nora, that evening had been the most sensual and horrifying experience she 
had ever had. 

As a child, Maria was sweet and good-natured. She was a darling baby, and 
did not bother her mother with continual crying or demanding of attention. 
Her eyes were bright and searching from the time she was born, and right 
from the beginning, Nora had known the little girl would be special. 

The little girl, while extremely well-behaved, was also into everything out 
of sheer curiosity. Her father often told Nora: "That kid will either grow 
up to be a scientist or a shrink, she's so damned interested in everything!" 

Nora believed his joke, though, and felt that surrendering her own life for 
the welfare of the child was little enough to do, given the special nature 
of the little girl. Even while she and Jake were having their problems, she 
never allowed her own pain and fear to affect the child. 

Thinking about Jake always brought a stabbing pain to her heart. She still 
loved him, she knew that for a fact, and even after all these years, she 
knew, if he stepped through the door, she would not be able to dismiss him, 
lightly. 

She was torn between hate for him, and a pounding, aching yearning that even 
the passage of time had not been able to dismiss. He had given up college to 
support her and the baby, and it had made him bitter, for which she bore a 
great guilt. 

She could not truly blame him for leaving her, especially after he sent them 
money on such a regular and responsible basis. He had wanted to succeed so 
badly in life, and she felt she had held him back. 

In a way, she felt she deserved being left alone, being always empty in her 
heart when it came to love and a sense of being fulfilled. She had paid 
dearly for allowing herself to run wild after Don's rape. She was still 
paying for it, now. 

Work at her beauty shop was no picnic. Even with the help of the two women 
that she employed, she had to put in long hours to make the business pay. 
There wasn't enough of it to support a larger staff, and she could never 
handle the load by herself, so she was caught in a bind. 

She had to hire others, yet could not hire enough to ease her burden. She 
accepted this, and hardly ever felt guilty about enjoying herself on the 
weekends. She knew it wasn't the best picture to show her daughter, when she 
dragged a man home for a night's pleasure, but she felt she had to have some 
release. 

Then too, she did show a good example of hard work and clean living to her 
girl, she felt. The men might be crude and rough, but they never dared 
mistreat her, and she always demanded they respect her little girl. 

They did, too, for losing the affections and friendship of Nora Wesley was 
like being cast out as a leper in her little circle of friends. They had a 
tight group, with her almost sometimes the leader, and no one dared cross 
Nora if they knew what was good for them. 

So, as she closed up the shop for the evening, Nora Wesley felt tired, and 
worried about her little girl, but knew, deep in her heart, that she was 
doing the best that she possibly could, to make a better life for her. 

She thought about the girl as she walked toward her home. It was nearly a 
mile from the shop to their house, and in the middle of winter, the cold 
could chill her to the bone. Yet, she always walked except on very rare 
occasions, for it helped her to think about her problems, and saved on gas 
for their car. 

This whole thing with Maria was truly getting out of hand, she thought. It 
was her deep, dark secret that she was terrified of anyone else learning. It 
nearly always sickened her to think about it, and she tried to avoid doing 
so as often as possible. But some things you just couldn't ignore forever, 
she realized, and she was determined to deal with the problem once and for 
all. The incident of two nights ago revealed to her the need to confront 
this dreadful turn of events. 

I am sleeping with my own daughter, she thought, grimly. Having sex with 
her. It is the most horrible, disgusting thing I have ever done, yet 
somehow, I cannot seem to resist her when she draws close and begins to 
caress me. 

Nora shivered with more than the cold as she walked. She realized that it 
wasn't merely her, now, that was leading the girl on. In the beginning, it 
had seemed that way, and she had suffered great shame because of it, but 
now, now she realized that Maria was doing the seducing, too. 

The night had been all the girl's idea, every bit of it. She had come into 
the bedroom knowingly, actively using her lithe, young body to twist her 
mother around her finger. She had conned Nora right into getting her own way 
about staying out. 

That her fifteen-year-old girl could be such a little temptress horrified 
Nora, especially since the little girl seemed to know just how to go about 
it. She always played the child, the small girl coming to her Mommy. That 
scared Nora more than anything, for she did not want to think that either 
she wanted to have sex with a little child, anymore than she wanted to 
consider that her daughter was learning how to use sex as a tool for getting 
what she wanted. 

She was well aware of the fact that all women play games with sex, flirt 
with men and charm them with the tempting offer of themselves from time to 
time. She herself was not above such teasing actions, but she never did it 
on such a broad and serious plain as her daughter seemed to be doing. 

Maria's actions frightened her. The girl was developing a wicked tongue, a 
teasing and toying tongue. Her mind was becoming too obsessed with control, 
as far as Nora could see, and an end had to be put to it. 

She sighed heavily. In the beginning, when all this first started, it had 
seemed like such an innocent thing, even in the midst of its horrible 
meaning. In the beginning, the whole thing had seemed to evolve from nothing 
more than love and simple loneliness on both their parts They had had a fire 
at the beauty shop, and thus, Maria's birthday was not the usual happy event 
that Nora always tried to make it. Money was more than tight, it was nearly 
nonexistent, even with Jake's reliable check. 

Normally, Nora would have thrown a big party for the girl, had her invite 
all her friends and lavish the child with gifts. This year, however, she had 
been unable to do that, and she knew that the girl was hurt. 

"I'm going to be going to school in the same old clothes," Maria wailed the 
night before. "I'll be the laughing stock of school." 

"Darling, honey, you know how things are," her mother tired to remind her. 
"I just can't afford anything right now, all the money is tied up in getting 
the shop back on its feet." 

"The hell with that shop," her girl had snarled. "Borrow the money, why 
don't you? Do something, damn it." 

She had been shocked by the girl's violent outburst and nearly slapped her 
for it. It had been the closest time she had come to hitting Maria in all 
the girl's life and the child had seen the trembling hand raised behind her 
mother's head. 

"You're going to hit me, now?" she laughed, bitterly. "First you make sure 
that I dress like a beggar, arid now you're going to beat me in the 
bargain?" 

Nora had almost crumpled into tears in that moment, not only because she 
realized what she was about to do, but also, because she realized that her 
daughter hated her for the anger she was showing. 

She had turned away, defeated, her shoulders slumped while the girl went off 
to her bedroom to sulk. For Nora, the rest of the night was pure hell. She 
drank too much and sat, staring at the TV, her mind raging as she tried to 
cool and deaden the flames of her sorrow and shame with liquor. 

For her, Maria was the source of all her meaning. The girl was her life, and 
to have that life despising her was unbearable. She ached to hold the child 
in her arms and rock her gently as she had when she was a little girl. She 
now yearned for the time when Maria's voice was soft and nearly squeaky, 
almost always declaring her love for her mommy. 

In those days, she had felt nothing could stand in their way, that Maria was 
certain to reach a degree of greatness that she never had accomplished. In 
those days, she had real and true hope. A hope that seemed to be fading 
fast. 

Now, with each passing day, her daughter seemed to get further and further 
away from her. She realized that the teenage years were hard, that mothers 
and daughters often grew estranged in those times, but her case seemed to be 
much more deep and ominous to her. Far more than the normal situation. 

She wished she could communicate with her child, but she seemed to be 
speaking Maria's language less and less, lately. She seemed to be talking 
through a filter to the girl, a thick, heavy gauze through which things got 
twisted and changed on the other side of their original meaning. 

It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when she finally put down her 
glass of whiskey and turned off the television set. She was drunk, but not 
dopey or stumbling. Through the fog in her brain, she was lucid and alert, 
and she knew then and there, that she and her child had to have a good, long 
talk. 

She walked quietly to the girl's bedroom. The very importance of her 
intentions somehow made her move with great self-control and carefully 
measured steps. She almost faltered at the girl's door, having to gather all 
her courage before she could bring herself to knock. 

To her surprise, the answer from within was neither dulled with sleep, nor 
even surly. "Come in, Mommy, I'm awake," the girl said, almost brightly. 

Nora found her sitting up in bed, leafing through a magazine. The girl's 
face was rosy and pink, her hair done in long, tight braids. She was wearing 
the animal figure pajamas she used to love so much, instead of the baby doll 
outfit she favored more, these days. 

Nora stepped over to her bed, purposefully, and sat down beside the girl, 
her hands folded in her lap. She did not know where to begin, and could only 
stare at the little girl, intently. 

In that moment, she looked much younger than fifteen, more like eleven or 
twelve, and the picture she made in bed, her knees drawn tight to her chest, 
her long, supple arms wrapped around them, made Nora's heart skip a beat, 
and strangely enough set a tinging sensation rippling through her loins. 

"I couldn't sleep either, Mommy," the girl whispered in a high-pitched, 
child-like tone of voice. "I was just so upset about yelling at you, I'm 
sorry, Mommy." 

She fell forward against her mother, wrapping her arms around Nora's neck 
and sobbing against her shoulder. The woman shuddered at the contact and 
patted her girl gently on the back. 

"That's all right, darling," she whispered softly. Her lips were roaming 
back and forth across the top of Maria's head, kissing her tenderly. "I 
understand, dear, truly I understand how you feel." 

"Ohh, I hate it when we fight, Mommy," the fifteen-year-old sobbed. "I just 
hate all the yelling and arguing we do!" 

Nora hugged her child tightly to her breasts, holding her fast and rocking 
her back and forth, lovingly. Perhaps it was the fog in her mind, the warmth 
of the liquor in her belly, or a combination of many things, but she soon 
began to feel a rippling warmth racing through her loins that was not 
unfamiliar to her, despite the source of her growing desire. 

"Please kiss me, Mommy," the girl whispered urgently. "Kiss me and show me 
that you're not mad at me anymore!" 

Nora chuckled, her voice raw with a sudden and demanding need that seemed to 
be consuming her. She smiled broadly and turned her head to the girl's, 
brushing her lips against the child's, tenderly. 

The contact of the soft, warm petals made Nora's blood boil with a seething 
intensity that shocked her. She moaned quietly and when Maria did not take 
her head away, she found that she could not resist kissing the child a 
little more. It reminded her a little of the games that she used to play as 
a little girl, when she practiced kissing with other girls, to be ready for 
boys. It had been childish and innocent then, just as this appeared to be to 
her, now. 

Their lips moved back and forth in a gentle, searching manner. The softness 
of Maria's petals was incredible to her mother, for she had never really 
thought about how sensual another woman's mouth could be. 

Maria's lips were teasing and warm, so sweet-tasting and inviting, that Nora 
felt herself more and more drawn to the kiss, as if it were a magnet pulling 
her mouth tightly to the other. 

She groaned, shivering a bit as she felt her girl's hand riding down the 
length of her spine, kneading her back through the robe she was wearing. Her 
body was quivering with a delightful warmth and her tongue trembling wildly 
behind her teeth. 

She shuddered a bit more as she felt the girl's teeth parting and her tiny, 
pink tongue slithering between them. She felt the eager spear lashing 
against her own tightly clenched teeth, and the first shock of this being 
something more than a comforting embrace between them, tore at her mind. 

"I ... darling, please," she murmured, pulling her head back a bit. 

"Ummm, don't stop, Mommy, I like it," Maria giggled softly. "Ooo, this is 
fun, Mommy, please don't stop!" 

The movement of her lips as the girl whispered urgently sent violent shivers 
of pleasure rippling throughout Nora's body. She gasped softly, her teeth 
parting and Maria quickly slithered her probing arrow into her mother's 
mouth. 

Nora sobbed thickly as she felt the tongue lashing at hers, rolling about 
her mouth in a teasing, hungry manner. The delightful girl curled and danced 
her tongue around Nora's quivering spear, at last entwining the two prongs 
together in a deep, greedy kiss of wanton passion. 

Nora shut her eyes tightly, feeling the harsh, tearing demand of her body's 
needs beginning to overwhelm her. She groaned thickly, jerking in a spasm of 
pleasure as she felt the girl's hand slipping from her neck down along the 
front of her body. 

Nora could not believe it when she felt the girl's hand suddenly cupping 
over the top of her quivering breast. She moaned thickly and shuddered 
uncontrollably, the soothing, enticing pleasure of the sensation tearing 
through her, wildly. 

"Ohh, no, darling, don't," she murmured, her voice torn and broken with the 
aching intensity of her pleasure. "Ummm, my sweet, that's not right, it 
isn't!" 

"Ohh, Mommy, it's so nice, though," the little girl, whispered softly. "Ohh, 
I love to touch you Mommy, I do, I do!" 

Though Nora's mind screamed at her to stop the girl, she could not bring 
herself to pull the girl's hand from her breast as Maria kneaded her full, 
heavy globe with her delicate fingers. 

She felt the girl pinching one of her nipples between her thumb and 
forefinger, rolling it back and forth in a sweet, teasing manner. Nora 
shivered violently as the delicious, stinging pleasure ripped through her 
mound and seared a path through her flesh to her inner depths. 

As the eager young girl experimented with massaging and gripping Nora's 
breasts, her free hand drifted down to her mother's lap and pushed its way 
inside of her robe. Nora nearly screamed with a tingling excitement as she 
felt Maria's nails slithering over her bare, warm thighs. 

She found her own hands greedily toying with the buttons to Maria's pajama 
tops. She plucked at them nervously, unable to stop herself from freeing 
them, and slipping her anxious hands inside the cotton garment. 

Maria sighed contentedly as Nora crushed both of her palms against the 
girl's small, budding spheres. The young girl felt the woman's fingers 
closing around her tiny mounds and she sighed once more, laughing in a husky 
moan of pleasure. 

"They're so small and tender," her mother moaned. "So sweet and delicate, 
like two smooth, polished stones!" 

The girl laughed again, nodding her head and pressing her lips hungrily, 
once more, to her mother's mouth. "Do that, Mommy," she murmured greedily. 
"Ummm, do that more, please, more, I love it so!" 

Her hands were trembling, yet alive with greedy demand, as if they would not 
obey her commands in any case. She felt the tiny, hard nuggets of the girl's 
tender nipples expanding against her palms, and the manner in which the 
sweet nubs dug so anxiously into her flesh made Nora gasp with increasing 
hunger. 

She squeezed the precious globes tenderly in her lingers, and the young girl 
sighed again, wrapping one of her own hands around Nora's inner thigh. The 
woman sobbed as she felt the fingers massaging her limb, gently riding back 
and forth across her flesh with increasing delight. 

Gently, the young girl kneaded her way upward, gripping and squeezing the 
warm, quivering limb until she had reached the damp apex of Nora's thighs. 
The older woman moaned quietly, shuddering as the spasms of excitement 
drifted through her flesh, and the sensation of Maria's fingers brushing 
lightly against her mound made her gasp with increasing need. 

Just the mere brush of the fingers across her cunt lips made the woman sob 
with a harsh, pounding ecstasy that burned in the depths of her pit with an 
unbearable pleasure. She moaned thickly, shuddering involuntarily as she 
felt the girl turning her fingertips against her flesh, rubbing them 
teasingly along the length of the hot, damp petals. 

"Ohh, dear God, Maria," she moaned. "Yes, ohh, you can't, no, ohhh, yes, 
yes, please!" 

The young girl chuckled softly and cupped her small, fragile hand over her 
mother's quaking mound. She gripped and squeezed the damp, trembling 
hillock, lovingly, rubbing the tip of her thumb, almost expertly, against 
her mother's expanding clit. 

Nora sobbed wildly and dropped one of her own hands to her daughter's lap. 
She had lost all thought of stopping this by now, for the violent fury of 
wanting that was boiling in her flesh, had shoved all thoughts of that 
aside. 

She tugged on the snap that held the pajama bottoms closed and heard her 
daughter gasping with delight as it popped free. Greedily, Nora slithered 
her hand inside the soft, cotton garment and felt the damp, hairless mound 
of her daughter's cunt, burning beneath her seeking fingers. 

"Yes, Mommy, yes, there ohh, yes," the young girl cried, softly. "Oooo, that 
feels so nice, Mommy, so very, very nice!" 

She felt the heat and dampness pouring from her daughter's cave and the 
shimmering warmth of the girl's desire baked her fingers enticingly. She 
rubbed the tips of them back and forth along Maria's hairless, vaginal lips 
and was shocked at the degree to which they were already moist and swollen 
with wanting. 

The girl groaned thickly, and her sweet, sensitive petals quivered 
erotically against her mother's kneading fingers. She gasped as she felt 
Nora pinching two of the delightful lips between her thumb and forefinger, 
rolling them back and forth in a tender, teasing fashion. 

Harsh, compelling waves of delight tore through the young girl's inner 
flesh, making her cunt walls undulate almost painfully in response. The girl 
groaned and shivered, rocking back and forth on her heels as her mother 
caressed her aching lips. 

Her own hands grew more active as her passion and greedy wanting increased. 
She slithered her fingers up and down along the length of Nora's pussy lips, 
spreading them apart and teasing the inner flesh with her trim, sharp nails. 

Nora groaned wildly, her body jerking and shuddering violently in response 
to her daughter's caress. She gasped thickly as she felt Maria slithering 
two of her fingers inside of her cave, twisting and turning them enticingly 
along the length of her throbbing, vaginal passage. 

"God, ohh, God, Maria," Nora sobbed. "Jesus, that's ... that's so damn 
nice!" 

The young girl laughed, her throat rumbling deeply with satisfaction. Gently 
she pushed her fingers deeper into her mother's cunt, rolling and turning 
them against the throbbing flesh of her steaming interior. 

"I just want to make my Mommy feel good," she giggled girlishly. "I just 
want to hear my Mommy voice laughing like it always does!" 

Nora could not keep from jerking violently under the delightful, teasing 
invasion of her daughter's fingers. Her loins throbbed with wanting, her 
inner walls undulating beyond her control, she nearly screamed as she felt 
the girl bury the fingers to the hilt in her pulsating channel. 

As Maria gently moved her fingers back and forth inside of her mother's pit, 
the woman's lips began a fevered journey downward along the girl's smooth, 
elegant throat. Hungrily, she kissed and licked the young girl's flesh, 
kneading her breasts with her one hand and massaging the teenager's mound 
with her other. 

"You taste so sweet," she murmured breathlessly. "You feel so warm and wet, 
Maria, so on fire with love for me!" 

The girl leaned her head back as she felt her mother's lips reaching the 
boundaries of her small, quivering globes. "Ohh, yes, Mommy, yes, because I 
want to," she groaned, softly. "I want to feel good for you, Mommy, ohhh, do 
I want to so much!" 

Her laugh was deep and throaty as she felt her mother's lips encircling one 
of her tiny, pink nipples and her teeth suddenly catching it between them. 
Nora's tongue lashed out at the tender nugget and the young girl screamed 
softly in delight as she felt the eager spear lathering her aching, 
imprisoned pebble. 

The two of them were gently swaying back and forth as they fondled and 
caressed each other's fevered bodies. Maria felt her mother sucking more of 
her breast into her mouth, and she increased the rhythm and pace of her 
attack on Nora's cunt as she felt the stinging delight of Nora's actions 
tearing through her globe. 

The vaginal muscle's of her mother's cunt expanded and contracted happily 
around the girl's plunging digits. They grew taut and held fast, then 
relaxed willingly as the young girl pumped her fingers steadily in and out 
of the hot, slippery channel. 

Each stroke Maria took made the throbbing need grow stronger in Nora's 
pussy, and the shimmering, almost agonizing fire that spread through her 
cave, made the woman feel dizzy and light-headed with ecstasy. 

Again and again the finger plunged into her. Her juicy cunt was throbbing 
with a delicious agony by this time, a powerful, demanding greed that Nora 
knew could only be satisfied by complete surrender to her wanting. 

Hungrily she sucked and lathered the soft, warm globe she held in her mouth. 
She stabbed violently at the sweet, pink nub of the girl's nipple, and 
thrilled to the throbbing beat of excitement she could feel in the girl's 
flesh. 

Gently, she eased Maria back on her bed. She fell down onto the mattress 
with the girl, kneading and rubbing the child's clit with the tips of her 
fingers, flicking the sweet, hard button of Maria's love in a stimulating 
fashion. 

The young girl jerked and trembled in response to her mother's pointed 
caress. Her loins ached with a pounding and rhythmic throbbing, and her 
lovely, supple thighs opened and closed involuntarily against her mother's 
probing hand. 

"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, it's so nice," she sighed, contentedly. "Ummmm, you make 
me feel so wonderful, Mommy, you really, really do!" 

Nora was almost completely consumed with desire by this time. Her loins 
ached from the friction of her daughter's pumping fingers, and her own 
breasts were full and pounding from the continual caress of the girl's 
gripping hand. 

She slipped a single digit into Maria's pussy, then, and pressed her thumb 
hard against the naked, twitching dot of her clit. The girl screamed quietly 
in pleasure, and thrust her cunt up hard against her mother's anxious 
caress. 

She locked her precious pussy muscles around Nora's exploring digit and held 
it fast. The woman gasped at the strength of the girl's loins and twirled 
her finger, lovingly against the wet, warm inner flesh of her cave. 

Maria sobbed with pleasure and suddenly began to pull on her mother's hair. 
"Down here, Mommy, down here," she groaned. "Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, kiss me down 
here, please!" 

Almost in a frenzy, now, Nora began to lick and kiss her way over the girl's 
firm, flat stomach. She rolled the tip of her tongue around the rim of the 
tender, precious navel and stabbed at the sweet indentation, teasingly. 

The girl giggled and continued to pull on her hair, her small, lithe frame 
twisting and turning on the bed beneath her. She felt Nora plunging her 
finger gently in and out of her cave, and each stroke made the teenager's 
cunt burn more intensely with savage and consuming fever. 

Nora could smell the sweet, exotic aroma that rose from her daughter pit 
tingling in her nostrils, and just the scent of it made her shudder with a 
great excitement. She inhaled it deeply, thrilling to the power and demand 
of the thick, heady odor, and quickly worked her mouth to the rim of Maria's 
throbbing mound. 

Savagely, she lashed at the sweet, tasty button of Maria's love. The tender 
clit tingled with excitement and delight and the girl screamed once more in 
bliss as her mother lathered her aching nugget. 

She began to pull at Nora's body, trying desperately to swing her around to 
face her eager mouth. Nora sighed with aching greed and allowed her daughter 
to position her body, until her cunt was just inches from the girl's greedy 
lips. 

"Ohh, please, Maria, please, yes, please," she heard herself pleading. 
"Ummm, do it, darling, do it to your mother, now!" 

She found she did not care what she sounded like in that moment. As she 
captured Maria's clit between her teeth and began to suck the thick, creamy 
juice from around the imprisoned nub, she found she could only think of the 
savage ecstasy they were both experiencing. Nothing else mattered. 

No matter how horrible and shameful, how sinful and perverted this might be, 
nothing mattered to Nora Wesley in that moment but the sheer, aching need 
she had, and the powerful, compelling satisfaction that only her daughter 
could give to "her. 

She sobbed wildly as she felt the girl slicing her tongue upward along the 
cleft between her pussy lips. An instant, searing flame of delight roared 
through her loins, and her inner flesh boiled with a fevered intensity 
unlike anything she had ever experienced down there before. 

She groaned wildly, thrusting her cunt hard against the girl's eager lips 
and tongue as the spasms of wanting raced along the length of her tortured 
passage. She felt Maria driving her tongue between her cunt petals, rolling 
it and turning it against her aching inner walls, and her whole body seemed 
to be devoured by surging passion. 

Greedily, the girl buried her tongue deep in her mother's pussy. Nora jerked 
and shuddered with uncontrollable wanting, sobbing breathlessly as she felt 
the teenager lathering the pit of her cave, while her teeth gnawed hungrily 
at the wet swollen petals that guarded Nora's aching channel. 

The woman shuddered and quaked with excitement, rolling and twisting as her 
daughter ground her mouth against the throbbing, slippery mound. She rode 
her own spear downward along the cleft of Maria's pussy, and stabbed 
hungrily between the sweet-tasting petals, to reach the taut inner flesh she 
sought. 

As she rode her spear deep into Maria's throbbing passage, the young girl 
sobbed wildly and locked her thighs tightly around her mother's head. She 
rocked and shuddered under the impact of her pleasure, her cunt walls 
undulating violently against the probing spear that was lathering them so 
intently. 

Nora curled her fingers around the girl's taut, shivering buttocks and dug 
her nails deep into the spongy half moons. She pulled Maria's cunt tight to 
her face and sucked hungrily on the wet, dripping channel, lathering every 
inch of her child's hot, wet pit. 

Quickly, Maria did the same with her mother's buttocks, locking her small, 
delicate fingers around each soft, spongy bun, holding it fast as she buried 
her head between the woman's hot, slippery thighs. 

Together, they sucked and lathered the steaming pits at their faces, driving 
their tongues in and out of each other in harsh, rhythmic patterns. Each 
stroke was timed to give the other the maximum amount of pleasure possible, 
and it was not very long before both of them were writhing on the bed in 
almost total ecstasy. 

Their tongues were frenzied in their attack, now, for their loins were 
boiling with need, and both of them felt the heady, consuming approach of a 
violent and savage orgasm inside of them. 

They shuddered and rocked, bucking their cunts hard against their mouths, 
sobbing as the pleasure that was roaring in their pits, reached a feverish 
intensity that neither of them could believe. 

Harder and faster they drove their eager spears into each other. Their 
bodies were mashed so tightly together, that they could hardly breathe for 
the violent, tearing fury of wanting that was boiling in their flesh. 

Nora could feel her daughter's cunt walls drawing tight around her plunging 
arrow. She felt the muscles of Maria's pussy holding fast, almost locking 
together like a vise as the moment of her surrender arrived. 

The young girl twisted and turned beneath her mother's darting spear. Her 
body was burning with need, searing with an intensity she could not believe. 
She sobbed wildly and ground her cunt hard against the woman's eager, 
sucking mouth. 

"Ohh, Mommy, Mommy, it's so nice, and I feel so good," she gasped. "Oooo, 
something funny is going to happen, Mommy, I can feel it coming, feel it 
coming, now!" 

She squealed in delight as the hot, ripping orgasm suddenly exploded in her 
cave. A heady rush of pleasure swept through the length of her trim, taut 
channel, making her cunt walls flutter violently as the orgasm tore through 
her. 

She thrust her cunt against her mother's plunging spear, repeatedly, then, 
and shivered as the ecstasy raced through the length of her pounding 
channel. Her head was thrown back in passion and the gasp of delight that 
ripped past her lips was almost as intensely pleasing to the woman, as the 
sensations she was experiencing in the throbbing pit of her own aching 
sleeve. 

Now the girl drove her mouth at Nora's cunt with a total abandon. She 
powered her sweet, pink spear back and forth inside of Nora's pit with a 
vicious and lashing fury. Hungrily she sucked on the quivering lips to the 
woman's chamber, rolling them between her teeth as she lathered the steaming 
flesh within. 

Nora could feel her orgasm reaching a moment of explosion deep in her cave 
and she gasped, breathlessly as the climax surged in her pit. She locked her 
legs and cunt muscles tightly against the girl's head and tongue, and sobbed 
with complete surrender as the moment of her release roared through her. 

Her climax was powerful and intense, almost unbelievable in its pleasure as 
the surging waves of liquid release pulsated within her aching chamber. She 
felt her daughter sucking greedily on her bursting pit, drinking from the 
flowing channel with absolute hunger and delight. 

"Ohh, my love, my darling, my girl," she gasped, twisting and turning in the 
aching throes of her ecstasy. "Yes, I'm coming, coming, Maria, yes, yes, 
yes!" 

Together they thrashed about the bed in complete submission to their lust 
and frenzied satisfaction. Their bodies arched and trembled, shivering with 
more vivid delight and bursting need than they had ever imagined they would 
feel. 

They drank deeply from each other's flowing channel, licking the creamy 
fluid of their love and swallowing it, greedily. The enticing shudders of 
pleasure tore through them again and again, until they were left weak and 
drained, completely exhausted by the spasms of ecstasy they had endured. 

The very next day, Nora went out and borrowed as much as she could, to give 
her daughter the best birthday she had had so far. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Nora had a wild year after being raped by Don that hot, sweaty afternoon. It 
was as if his brutal attack and her resulting shame had unleashed some 
savage and violent passion inside of her. 

She turned completely around, allowing her studies to fall off completely, 
while she roamed the streets to late hours of the night, in search of what, 
she truly did not know. 

Perhaps it was a sort of penance that she was doing, some sort of 
self-inflicted punishment for having tempted Don into her room. While 
consciously she did not feel in any way responsible, inside, deep down, in 
some way she felt a harsh and painful guilt, that only more degradation 
could satisfy. 

She was extremely lucky in all that time that she did not get pregnant, for 
she had many, many men and boys. She gave herself freely to almost anyone 
that wanted her, as if she could only burn her sense of guilt away, by 
becoming utterly shameless. 

Her mother worried and fretted over her, but she was like a demon, refusing 
to listen to anything, not even advice on how to protect herself. She threw 
herself into a world of sex with complete and total abandon. 

Half the time, she did not even know the name of the man she was in bed 
with. Most of the time, it did not matter. She found herself drawn into a 
web of casual sex and often groups of two or more men would have her. 

After nearly a year, she was little more than a whore, worse, since she of 
course, charged nothing for the cruel use of her flesh. She was utterly 
degraded by then, but had fallen so deeply into the pit of self-humiliation, 
that she did not know how to climb out again. 

Jake Wesley saved her. If it had not been for him coming to Mike Parker's 
party that spring evening, she did not know where or how she might have 
ended up. Jake was the star football player on the local university's team, 
and hardly the sort to mingle with a rough hand like Mike Parker. 

A friend told him there might be some action over at Mike's house that 
evening, however and since Jake had nothing going on, he decided to go with 
his friend to Mike's. Even in the midst of her frenzied state, Nora had been 
able to tell that the tall, good-looking young man was appalled by the 
scene. 

Kids were drinking and screwing in front of each other, and Jake's eyes took 
it all in with a sickening glow to them. His lip was turned up in a grim 
snarl of distaste and he was about to leave when he noticed Nora in the 
corner, being pawed by two boys. 

They had grown up together as neighbors and even though Jake was older, they 
had been at least casual friends. When he saw her, he crossed the room 
quickly and grabbed hold of her hand, pushing the other two boys aside. 

"Come on, let's take a walk," he snarled. 

The two boys glared at him, but did nothing, for he was twice their size. 
Meekly, the first hint of embarrassment flooding her cheeks, Nora followed 
Jake out of the house to his car. 

"I thought we were going to walk," she said, boldly. She was trying her best 
to cover her embarrassment through nasty behavior. 

"Get in, God damn you," he snarled. "Before I throw you in the car!" 

She snorted and climbed into the passenger's side, while he quickly stepped 
around the front of the car and got in behind the wheel. He gunned the 
engine and took off from the curb, as if fleeing the house they had just 
left. 

He was almost muttering to himself as he drove, glancing at her now and then 
with a mixture of pain and anger in his eyes. She avoiding gazing back at 
him, because, for the first time in months, she was feeling truly sick with 
herself. 

"How can you do that, how can you?" he growled. "How can you debase yourself 
like that, Nora, just tell me that." 

"What's it to you?" she sneered, fighting to keep the quiver out of her 
voice. "What do you care, big jock on campus?" 

He pulled the car off on a side road and drove it quickly to a small 
overlook that peered down to a valley at the foot of the town. He shut the 
engine off and turned, gazing at her intently. 

"I care about you, Nora," he hissed savagely. "I care what happens to you!" 

She laughed cruelly. "Sure you care," she snorted. "You care so much, you 
got me out of there and here alone, so you could have me all to yourself!" 

"Don't say that, damn you," he snarled. "Don't think that way for once!" 

She unbuttoned her blouse quickly and bared her large, ripe chest to him. 
Her nipples were thick and erect with the chill of the night air and she 
cupped each globe in her palm and lifted it to him. 

"Come on, big boy," she cackled. "I know this is what you want, come and get 
it!" 

He slapped her then, hard, but not savagely. The sting of the blow was less 
than the shock of it and she gasped, falling back against the seat as he 
leaned over her. His eyes were blazing with anger as he spoke. 

"You think I need to go hunting for girls, Nora," he snarled. "Even if I 
did, I wouldn't go looking for a pig-like slut, which is what you've turned 
into!" 

The sickness bubbled up in her throat then, and she pushed frantically on 
the door handle, falling half out of the car when it came open, and vomiting 
uncontrollably as he held her by the arms. 

"You stupid fool, you little idiot," he was snarling. "You could be decent 
and respected, look at yourself, just look at yourself!" 

She gagged as the vile fluid ripped upward from her belly, and the pain of 
her retching was nothing compared to the roaring in her temples. She had had 
little to drink that night, and she knew very well that her violent attack 
was brought upon not by the liquor she had consumed, but her own 
self-disgust. 

She shuddered as the spasms of sickness subsided and he gently drew her back 
into the car. She was crying uncontrollably as he handed her a handkerchief 
to clean her face, and then a can of soda to wash out her mouth. 

He sat behind the wheel, his eyes turned away from her, staring intently out 
into the dark, black sky. She could feel the tension coming off of him and 
her own sense of guilt and embarrassment were almost unbearable. 

"Please ... please say something, Jake," she moaned quietly. "I ... I can't 
stand this silence, I just can't!" 

He turned and glared at her. "What the hell happened to you?" he hissed. "I 
remember you as a good, decent girl, hard-working and clean. What happened 
to you, Nora, for God's sake, tell me!" 

She blurted it out then, sobbing wildly she fell against his shoulders and 
told him the whole, wretched story. He held her tightly in his embrace and 
cooed softly against her hair as she revealed what had been done to her. For 
her, it was like a moment of being completely washed clean. All the sick, 
twisted moments of her past came rushing out of her mind and body, leaving 
her empty, and finally relieved of all guilt. 

Jake sat there, his body molded into hers, holding her fiercely as she 
slowly regained her composure. She could feel his strong arms around her, 
making her safe and secure, and for the first time, she felt at peace. 

"You've been crazy, Nora, just crazy," he whispered tenderly. "But you don't 
have to be crazy any more, I promise you." 

"I've been lucky, too," she laughed bitterly. "I just got my period, so I 
guess I escaped that much trouble!" 

He chuckled warmly and patted her shoulder tenderly. He pushed her away from 
him, then and smiled affectionately. "Listen, there's a good bill playing at 
the drive-in. What do you say we catch it?" he asked. 

"Why, Mister Wesley, I'd love it," she laughed, softly. 

Neither one of them could ever remember what the movies were really about, 
for they spent the entire time talking feverishly to each other. They were 
lucky they weren't in a theater, for they both would have been thrown out, 
they realized. 

As they exchanged their dreams and feelings about things, Nora felt drawn to 
Jake as she had never been drawn to someone before in her life. For the 
first time, the sensations she felt upon being touched or gently caressed 
were not foul and sickening to her, but enticing and sweet. 

The sensations she felt tingling in her loins were pure and clean, she knew, 
and she found herself yearning for more than a casual brush of his 
fingertips along her shoulder when he made a point. She found herself 
wanting much, much more from him, indeed! 

It was nearly one in the morning when he finally brought her home. Her 
mother had had to work a late shift that evening, and she knew the woman 
would not be home before morning. Fighting the urge to drag him into the 
house, and casually asked him if he would like to come in for a beer. 

His eyes narrowed. "I didn't take you out for that, Nora," he whispered 
intently. "You don't owe me anything in exchange for an evening on the 
town." 

She laughed, softly. "Ohh, stop it, Jake," she muttered impatiently. "I know 
that. I just like your company, okay?" 

Grimly he nodded, shutting off the engine to the car. "As long as you 
remember that," he whispered. "I like you, Nora, but I don't expect you." 

She laughed again and led him into the house. They went to the living room 
and she disappeared into the kitchen, returning quickly with two foamy cans 
of beer. She handed one to him, and indicated with a pat of her hand, that 
he should join her on the big, soft comfortable sofa. 

He sat uncomfortably, which she found endearing, and it was obvious to her, 
that he was very nervous in her presence. She toyed with the idea of 
suddenly grabbing hold of him and kissing him savagely but immediately put 
it aside. 

"You know, Jake," she murmured softly, inching a bit closer to him on the 
sofa. "I really don't know what would have happened to me, if you hadn't 
come along to jar me out of myself." 

"Ohh, I think you would have done that in your own good time," he said 
stiffly. "After all, you're an intelligent girl, Nora." 

Her thigh was pressed lightly against his leg, now, and she could feel his 
limb trembling a bit through the material of her dress. She leaned back 
against the sofa and affectionately toyed with the hair at the back of his 
head. 

"I think you're wonderful, Jake," she whispered urgently. "I think you're 
about the most wonderful person I ever met." 

He laughed, shaking his head slowly. "That's crazy, Nora," he sighed. 
"You're just happy to get out of that mess, that's all." 

"No, no that isn't true," she murmured, curling her fingers around his neck 
and turning his head to face her. "I know it isn't true, Jake, I've always 
had something deep in me for you." 

He bit his lower lip and held it between his teeth for a moment, almost, it 
appeared, to keep it from trembling. His breathing had become more labored 
and forced, with something more than mere desire, Nora suspected, or hoped. 

"Damn you," he whispered harshly. "Damn you for being so wonderful and 
perfect! Damn you for being the one person I would want!" 

She shut her eyes, shaking her head as the tears brimmed behind her eyelids. 
"Ohh, God, Jake, if you knew how that sounded to me," she moaned. "If you 
only knew how wonderful those words sounded to my ears!" 

He groaned, falling forward, almost crashing into her. His hands were on 
either side of her head, then and his lips just inches from hers. They were 
staring deeply into each other's eyes, hers wet with tears, his blazing with 
intensity. 

Her soft, moist mouth moved to speak and he shook his head. "Please, I don't 
know if I can take it," he moaned. "I just don't, Nora." 

She sobbed, shaking her head angrily. "Ohh, Jesus, Jake, will you just kiss 
me," she hissed. "Kiss me, damn you, like I want you to! Like we both want 
to!" 

She groaned softly as his mouth covered hers in a soft, gentle kiss. His 
lips were quivering with excitement against her warm, sensual petals, but he 
made no move to increase the force or the passion of his actions. 

She sobbed thickly and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth 
greedily to her own. He shuddered as she began to kiss him almost savagely, 
driving her tongue insistently against his teeth to pry them apart. 

He gasped as he felt the urgent, pink spear slashing at his teeth, and her 
soft, luscious petals moving hungrily over his own. She sobbed and clutched 
tighter, mashing her full-breasted body against his, passionately. 

"Ohh, God, take me, Jake," she moaned thickly. "Ummm, I want to feel you, 
feel your hands and body all over mine! Kiss me, take me, Jake, now!" 

He shuddered, parting his teeth and feeling the delightful sensation of her 
tongue slithering between them in search of his own, thick spear. She 
quickly entwined her slashing arrow around his tongue and mashed her mouth 
against his cruelly. 

Her hands flew over his shoulders and chest, pulling on the buttons to his 
shirt and tugging the folds of it out of his trousers. Never before had 
anyone wanted him this much, and she could tell that the effect she had on 
him was powerful and compelling indeed. 

His body shook with wanting as she ran the smooth, warm palm of her hand 
over his chest. She reached behind her back with her other hand and he heard 
the soft, enticing hiss of her zipper being drawn down her spine. 

He felt her dress, tense with the pressure of her large, quaking breasts 
coming free at her back. "Take it, darling, ohhh, Jake, take it off me," she 
moaned. 

He pulled on the sleeves to the dress and drew it down along the length of 
her supple arms. She shivered violently once more as her breasts, unhampered 
by a bra, were at last revealed to him. 

He gasped as he gazed at the soft, round globes, the nipples taut and erect 
with the surging excitement that was tearing through her flesh. He dropped 
his hand to the tops of her luscious spheres and kneaded one firm, ripe 
mound, gently. 

She shivered as she felt his fingers digging into her moist, warm flesh. The 
way his hand moved over her breasts, kneading and squeezing her luscious 
melons made her flesh tingle with a compelling demand. 

Her flesh was damp and throbbing with warmth. Her nipples seemed to tingle 
with electricity as he brushed his palm across them. He could hear her 
breathing, labored and forced, ringing in his ears, and feel her hot, 
steaming breath bursting from her nostrils against his cheek. 

Greedily, she tore at this belt buckle and trousers. She pulled frantically 
on his zipper, riding it down as quickly as she possibly could, until she 
could dig her hand inside of his pants and search, anxiously for the thick, 
hard shaft that lay behind the clothing. 

"Ohh, Jesus, God, Nora, yes," Jake gasped, thickly. He shuddered violently 
as she squeezed his rod hard in her fist, pulling it out from behind his 
trousers. She held the pulsating shaft lightly in her hand, then, kneading 
and squeezing it with a rhythmic, controlled contraction of her supple 
fingers. 

She could feel the surging power roaring through his meat, pounding as the 
fevered blood rapidly filled his aching tool. The young man swayed 
spasmodically on the sofa, groaning as she worked her fingers up and down 
the length of his quaking prong. 

She loved the sensation of it beating rhythmically against her palm, the 
hot, fevered blood tearing through it, savagely. She moved her fingers up 
and down along the length of the shaft, pinching and teasing the throbbing 
meat in a wicked manner. 

Lovingly, she pinched the fat, hard head between her thumb and forefinger, 
and he nearly leaped from the sofa in response. The aching, tortured delight 
of her caress left him breathless and weak, his prick quaking with a violent 
fury more intense and demanding than anything he had ever felt in his life. 

"Ooh, it's so big and hard," she giggled softly. "Ummm, I love feeling it in 
my hand, Jake, I really, really love it!" 

He groaned in pleasure, twisting and turning violently as she rubbed the 
burning helmet of his tool with the soft base of her thumb, then turned her 
nail and gently sliced it across the surface of his greedy rod. 

The pleasure that was surging in his loins was unbelievable to the young 
man. His own hands were no longer hesitant, but slithered down her body, 
greedily and began to force the dress away from her. 

She sighed, contentedly, eagerly lifting her buttocks from the bed and he 
was almost frenzied, then, as he pushed the dress down over her hips and 
thighs, allowing it to fall, silently to the floor. 

She giggled as he gazed down at her crotch, covered only by a pair of sheer, 
pink panties, now. Her cunt was a dark, pulsating outline against the color 
of the fabric and he could see the dampness of her passion seeping through 
the material of the garment. 

"God ... you're ... you're lovely," he groaned. He shook his head and shut 
his eyes, as if he could not bear to look upon her loveliness for very long. 
"Just beautiful, Nora, just beautiful!" 

She laughed softly and hooked the fingers of her free hand in the waist band 
of her panties at the base of her spine. "I want you to see all of me, 
Jake," she murmured softly, as she rose up from the cushions of the sofa. 
"Every bit of me, I want to show you, now!" 

Quickly she slithered the panties down over her hips and thighs and kicked 
her legs, sending them down to join the dress on the floor. He gasped in 
delight and hunger, as he saw her mound, then, naked and glistening with her 
love juice, the thick, silken hair of her loins, matted by dampness to her 
luscious hillock. 

Achingly, his hand stretched out to caress her. She gasped as she felt his 
fingers slithering through her cunt hair, rolling and turning the strands 
around the probing digits. She moaned softly, swaying from left to right as 
he caressed her, her body more on fire than ever before, now. 

She groaned as Jake massaged the wet, damp hillock that was her luscious 
cunt. She felt his fingertips rubbing briskly across her pussy lips, 
flicking them from left to right, sending harsh, thrilling waves of ecstasy 
tearing through her luscious tunnel to explode in the depths of her cave. 

"Ohh, Jake, Jake, yes, yes," she sobbed, opening and closing her thighs 
spasmodically against his kneading fingers. "Ummm, there, my love, darling 
there, yes, there!" 

His thumb brushed gently against the twitching nugget of her clit and she 
nearly screamed in delight, suddenly thrusting her cunt hard against his 
hand. She nodded her head and squeezed his tool tighter in her fist, pumping 
her hand up and down on the rod with a brisk, measured stroke. 

Months of having men had taught her how to stimulate them, and she knew just 
exactly what to do to him to bring him to a point of near agony in his 
passion. She twisted and turned her fingers around his cock, slicing her 
nails through his flesh and squeezing it as hard as she dared. 

From the way the fevered blood was racing through the prong, she could tell 
that in a very short time, he would be writhing in pleasure, totally unable 
to do anything more than enjoy the pleasure she was creating in his flesh. 

Her mouth crushed hungrily at his and she hissed at him through her 
trembling petals. "God, Jake, you make me feel so good, I want you so 
badly," she gasped. "I'm yours, darling, all yours, I want only to please 
you, now!" 

Jake Wesley leaned heavily against the back of the sofa, his thighs quaking 
as if they were frozen to the bone, his cock pounding with a savagery he 
could not believe. As her hand drove up and down the length of his palm, he 
felt her slithering her other one around and under his taut, hairy ball bag. 

Tenderly, she cupped her fingers beneath the pulsating sack and closed them 
gently around the hard, hot container. He moaned thickly as he felt her 
fingers massaging his balls, rolling them back and forth against the 
soothing warm of her sensual digits. 

Her passion for him was increasing rapidly as the young woman kneaded his 
balls and powered her fingers along the length of his tool. She loved the 
sensation of his come and blood churning in the taut, hot bag, and the way 
the boiling, fluid tore savagely through his pounding manhood. 

At her cunt, his fingers were kneading and fingering her wildly, slithering 
up and down the length of her vaginal cleft, teasing her inner flesh, 
deliciously. She sobbed and moaned, jerking erotically each time he 
penetrated her cave with the tips of his searching spears. 

Her mouth now began to ride down over his chest in a greedy, kissing 
fashion. He sobbed as she rolled her tongue over his flesh and lathered the 
rim of his navel with the tip of her sweet, pink spear. 

"God, ohhh, Jesus, honey, Nora, good," he moaned, jerking spasmodically as 
the young girl drew closer to his groin. "Ahh, baby, baby, there, right 
there, yes!" 

She laughed softly and slithered her moist, stabbing spear through his pubic 
hair curling it teasingly around the root of his throbbing weapon. Jake 
shuddered violently as she lathered her way upward along the length of his 
tool, licking and stabbing at his flesh, hungrily. 

He felt her teething nibbling at his hard, pounding weapon and the sheer 
pleasure of her mouth against his flesh was almost more than he could stand. 
He groaned wildly, jerking with the harsh, aching need he felt. 

Her lips were soft and sensual as she moved them around the rim of his 
helmet. He felt her darting tongue stabbing at his shaft, lathering his 
flesh, greedily as she rolled it over the hot, angry surface of his flesh. 

Jake shuddered violently as Nora slashed at his aching cock head. He moaned 
with a rumbling groan of pleasure in his voice and shivered in ecstasy, his 
whole body consumed with lust as her mouth attended to his flesh. 

Hurriedly, he ran two fingers beyond the wet, swollen petals of her cave and 
buried them deep in her steaming tunnel. She screamed softly with delight as 
he thrust the seeking prongs into her pit and gently turned them back and 
forth against the hot, quivering inner walls. 

The gasp of pleasure that escaped her lips was thick and tortured as he 
pushed his fingers deeper into her hot, wet passage. Her cunt muscles 
kneaded and flexed around the buried spears and she shivered uncontrollably 
as his gentle caress made her inner walls quake with near agony. 

Slowly he began to ride his fingers back and forth inside of her, teasing 
and massaging the undulating flesh of her inner walls. She sobbed and 
nodded, moving her mouth rapidly down to the base of his tool once more. 

Her tongue sliced through the hair that covered his balls and lashed at the 
hard, tortured rocks, viciously. He gasped as he felt her lips parting 
against his throbbing bag, and her tongue suddenly gathering his tortured 
stones into her warm, moist mouth. 

As her lips and teeth locked around his bag, trapping his balls inside, lie 
groaned with pleasure, the fiery lust seething even hotter in his groin. She 
could feel the heat of his passion in his flesh, and she laughed in delight, 
flicking his balls back and forth against her cheeks with the tip of her 
sweet, pink tongue. 

She blew a steady current of warm air against his flesh, and the young man 
shuddered violently under the savage ecstasy she was giving to him. He felt 
her sucking hard on the stones, bearing down on them with all her power, 
while still kneading and massaging his prick with her soft, pink hand. 

He shuddered violently once more, almost unable to move as she sucked on his 
balls. "Ohh, Jesus, Jesus, that's so good," he moaned, lurching to the side 
as she tugged on the bag with her teeth. "So damn good, Nora, yes!" 

From the way his flesh was burning harshly, she knew that an orgasm was 
building rapidly in his groin, and she wanted to do much more before the 
moment of his release arrived. 

Quickly she worked her mouth back up along the pulsating shaft, licking and 
stabbing with her tongue until she reached the pounding rim of his aching 
helmet. She locked her teeth against the hot, hard knob and sucked it 
quickly into her mouth, making Jake nearly scream with delight. 

She slid the huge, hot bulb down the taut, moist channel of her throat, and 
her silken inner walls undulated delightfully against his rod as she buried 
it deep in the recesses of her velvet tunnel. 

She was sucking hungrily on the root of his tool, then, gently twisting and 
turning her lips around the base of his throbbing weapon. She slowly brought 
her mouth back up along the pounding spear, and flicked her tongue 
feverishly at the head of the captured prong. 

For Jake Wesley, the ecstasy was so intense, that he did not think he could 
endure much more of it. Already he could feel the familiar throbbing in his 
balls, and the pounding in his shaft reaching a point of explosion. 

He pushed the girl almost away from him, shuddering violently as her mouth 
left his fevered tool. "I want you," he hissed, his voice twisted with the 
seething desire he had for her. "God, Nora, I want you, now!" 

She nodded wildly, and lay down along the length of the sofa, spreading her 
thighs apart, eagerly. "Yes, my strong, hard Jake, take me, now," she sobbed 
thickly. "Ohh, I need you inside me, Jake, need you inside me right now, 
please!" 

The young man sighed heavily as he drew his body over hers. He felt her 
hands clutching at his shaft, eagerly guiding it toward the hot, wet 
entrance to her thundering chamber. 

He gasped as his prick head made contact with the wet, slippery opening to 
her cave. Her pussy muscles fluttered violently against the aching helmet of 
his shaft and she was pushing, savagely on the rod, then, forcing it inside 
her luscious pit. 

"Now, Jake, fuck me, now," she sobbed, thrusting her cunt up hard against 
him. "Umm, take me, darling, ohh, take me hard, right now!" Jake groaned as 
he eased his prick into the taut, gripping passage of her cunt. The first 
sensation of her muscles locking around the invading prong, eagerly drawing 
it deeper into her pit, made his loins shudder with unbelievable delight. 

He shuddered violently as before and wedged himself tighter against her 
thighs, rocking gently back and forth as he pushed his cock along the hot, 
slippery path of her lovely inner sleeve. 

The young girl sighed with a contented bliss as she felt Jake's tool filling 
her channel completely. Never before had a cock felt so wonderful inside of 
her, never before had she been so thrilled by one beating against her inner 
flesh. 

"Now, darling, yes, right now," she murmured as he buried his weapon to the 
hilt inside of her. "Ummm, good, Jake, it feels so very, very good!" 

The young man was almost beside himself with pleasure by this time. He slid 
his hands beneath her buttocks and pulled her tightly to him, feeling the 
undulating warmth of her spongy cheeks quivering against his palms. 

Greedily he began to ride his shaft in and out of her pit, rolling and 
turning with every stroke that he took. She followed his rise and fall 
perfectly, and soon they were matched in rhythm and pace as their passion 
grew more fierce and consuming in their aching loins. 

Harder and faster the young man drove his tool into her. Each stroke became 
more frenzied than the last, each thrust more violent and demanding. She 
felt his hard, thick prong tearing into her cunt relentlessly, and the 
overwhelming delight of him fucking her, made her weep with pleasure and 
joy. 

Again and again he rammed his thick, pounding meat into the depths of her 
tunnel. Her cunt walls fluttered and quaked around the plunging shaft, and 
her muscles kneaded him savagely. She tossed her lovely head from left to 
right on the mattress, and the sweat of her passion poured from her body. 

He could feel the rumbling of release building swiftly in the depths of her 
cave, then. Her cunt was locking tightly around his tool, squeezing it 
almost to a degree of savage pain. He knew that she would soon be writhing 
in the grip of a climax, and he slammed into her with all his power and 
force to urge it on. 

The young girl shuddered as she felt her release bursting free inside of 
her. She locked her cunt muscles tightly around the tool, holding it deep in 
the pit of her cave and thrust herself upward, grinding her belly against 
his, savagely. 

"Ohh, Jake, yes, I'm going to come," she moaned wildly. "I'm going to come 
so good, so very good, right now!" 

She began to thrash uncontrollably beneath him, then, and he felt the 
steaming, thick wave of her orgasm washing over his rod, as he buried it 
again inside of her. She shuddered and quaked, kneading his flesh, urgently 
with her muscles, her lips pressed hungrily to his shoulders. 

In his groin, the demand of his own passion was seething to a point of 
explosion. He rammed his cock in and out of her wildly, then, unable to 
control his lust any longer as it roared in his groin. 

Harder and faster he tore into her pit. Each stroke was more violent and 
savage than the last, and the steaming fluid that churned in his balls 
finally exploded in his sack and tore through his rod, viciously. 

The hot, thick bursts of come began to spurt from his tool and he screamed 
wildly with pleasure as he pumped his seed into her. "God, I'm coming, 
Jesus, so good," he moaned. "Yes, Nora, ohhh, baby, coming in you so good, 
now, yes!" 

She began to cry in pleasure and joy as she felt his throbbing tool spurting 
his come into her cave. She locked her arms and legs around him and swayed 
back and forth, enjoying every pulsating thrill that rumbled inside of her 
cave. 

For her, the moment was one so complete and fulfilling, that she felt she 
might never need to climax again. She merely shivered and groaned, enjoying 
every single tremor that rippled through them. 

How could anything be bad after this, she was thinking. How could such a 
lovely, wonderful sensation, with such a kind, gentle man result in anything 
but the purest of pleasures and satisfactions? 

A month later she found out that she was pregnant. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Nora was determined that her involvement with her daughter would end. That 
night had frightened her, as nothing else ever had. She could see the 
glimmer of amusement in the girl's eyes each time they glanced at each 
other. Obviously, Maria felt smug and secure in her sense of control. 

Subtly, she began to tell Nora more and more, what she would do, rather than 
the other way around. The woman found she was losing her hold on the girl, 
growing more and more unable to demand respect from the teenager. 

It was not that Maria defied her openly. That, clearly, wasn't the girl's 
style. She preferred to use the round-about method of dealing with things. 
She could be coy, charming or fragile. All the while, teasing and taunting 
her mother just beneath the surface of her smooth, liquid voice. 

"But, Mommy," she would murmur in her soft, sweet whine. "I have to go to 
this party, all the kids will be there, I just couldn't miss it, please!" 

Or it would be this movie, or that dance, or any number of a dozen other 
things she might want. More and more, she observed her daughter learning and 
using all the tricks in the trade to get her way. 

For Nora, the prospect of what her little girl was turning into not only 
sickened her, but filled her with an enormous sense of guilt. She could not 
escape the thought that it was all her fault for spoiling her as a little 
girl. More so, for allowing what had happened between them, to happen not 
once, but twice. 

While she did not consider herself a religious person, she did feel a great 
sense of sin about what she had done. More than even the feeling of 
perversion she had about the act, the great sense of evil and sin pervaded 
her heart and mind. 

She had tried to pray, but found she could not. God would not hear her, she 
was certain. He would either turn a deaf ear to her pleas for forgiveness, 
or just be firm in His resolve to force her to work it out for herself. 

Either way, it was her problem, and she would have to deal with it. One way 
or the other, she was intent on not ever having it happen between them 
again. She was determined that the last time, would be the last time. 

She noticed that her daughter had the habit of brushing against her often, 
now, something she had not done since she was a little girl Maria's manner 
of touching her to make a point these days was not a mere gentle flick of 
the hand, but a calculated caress that often sent shivers racing up and down 
the length of Nora's spine. 

She feared for her daughter's mind, for she realized that if the little girl 
thought she could get her way, in this fashion, it could truly damage her in 
the future. How to turn her around, make her see that this was not right was 
Nora's problem. 

Though the woman had been lonely and depressed many times in the past, she 
was growing more and more so, lately, and for the first time in years, truly 
considering the idea of marrying again. 

She had found no one in all that time, that she could feel love for, the 
kind of passionate, joyful love she had for Jake. She had been firm in her 
conviction that marriage for the sake of having a man around would be 
disastrous, but more and more, she had to face the fact that her daughter 
needed the influence of a man. 

She had to learn that not everyone, especially not every male, could not be 
wound around her little finger like so much twine. Maria had to learn that 
people were not objects to be moved at her slightest whim in any direction 
that she chose. 

Nora would have to marry again, have to bring a strong, stern man into her 
little girl's life, but the prospect did not cheer her. How could she marry 
someone that she did not love, she wondered. And, unfortunately, that was 
just the case with all the men she knew. 

She liked them, but she was not in love with any of them. They were fun to 
have around, decent in bed, but she did not yearn for their continual 
presence, did not ache to have them beside her night after night. 

It was not that she did not yearn to be in love, it was just that she wasn't 
and that made the idea of choosing and marrying someone, all the more empty 
and painful to her. 

But she was resigned to it, determined to sacrifice her own happiness for 
the sake of her daughter. She could stand a man, could get used to the 
presence of someone she did not truly love, if only she could save Maria 
from the horror she was becoming. 

As the months passed and the girl's sixteenth birthday approached, they were 
like two wary enemies sharing the same plot of land. The war between them 
was always cool and guarded, they had less blow-ups, but the tension built, 
steadily. 

Just as she held herself back from having much physical contact from the 
girl, so did she have to keep her temper under control. She realized 
quickly, that if she were not going to touch and caress Maria, the awful 
urge to strike her increased. 

More and more the girl was going out late, coming home in a condition that 
spoke of partying hard and long. She was amazed that the girl's studies did 
not falter, and examined her report card closely, when she found the girl 
still was getting all A's and B's. She was positive the card had been 
altered, but could find no evidence of the fact. 

Her search for a suitable man was proving to be a lesson in frustration. The 
closer she looked at each available candidate, the less suitable they became 
in her eyes. Some were too stupid, other's too crude. A man could be one 
thing, when you took him as an occasional lover, she realized, quite another 
when you considered him as a mate. 

Naturally she did not let on that she was even thinking of marrying anyone. 
That would have brought the suitors to her in droves, she knew, and that was 
the last thing that she wanted to have happen. 

She wanted to observe and decide without anyone's knowledge. She did not 
want to be pressured into a selection, any more than she wanted her daughter 
to know of her plans. She was certain that if the girl knew, she would 
either fight the decision all the way, or worse, try and maneuver her 
selection into someone she herself could manipulate. 

So, Nora kept her secret decision to herself. She remained the woman that 
everyone wanted, without letting anyone know, that one of them would be 
selected. She realized that time was running out, and the fact of that, made 
it all the more depressing to her. 

Naturally, since Maria knew nothing about her decision, the girl could not 
possibly conduct herself in a manner that would please her mother, nor be 
very subtle in her constant attempts to control the situation. 

As time passed, Maria got on her mother's nerves more and more. Feeling 
pressured into having to do something, and growing to dislike her ungrateful 
daughter more and more, did not help Nora's mental state very much. 

It was hard enough dealing with the girl on any sort of a normal basis, but 
when she had to suffer the girl's continual attempts to get her way in 
everything, while she was trying to find a father for her, it became just 
too much. 

When Maria came home with the demand that Nora pay for her enrollment in the 
local university's acting course, it was the last straw. The cost was five 
hundred dollars for one semester and Nora just could not afford it. 

"Jesus," Maria grumbled. "You make a mint off that shop, what the hell do 
you do with it, I wonder." 

"That's enough, we won't discuss it," her mother snarled angrily. "I'm am 
trying hard to save the money so that you can go to school after you 
graduate, I can't be spending it on every little thing you desire, Maria." 

"Mother, this is important," the girl snapped. "I need to learn how to act, 
it will help me in any sort of career I choose, don't you see that?" 

"That doesn't make sense," her mother countered. "What you need to learn, is 
how to deal with people on an honest level, not how to pretend for them." 

Maria sighed sourly and shook her head. "God, mother, grow up," she hissed. 
"People con each other every day, I should learn how to play the game before 
I get left out in the cold, damn it!" 

"Now you listen to me, Maria Wesley," her mother growled. "I have tried to 
bring you up to be a decent person, I am not going to spend money so that 
you can learn how to be just the opposite!" 

"You're so out of it," the girl laughed, cruelly. "It's no wonder that your 
life is so pitiful, mother. You never learned to play the game, you'll 
always be someone that's led around with a ring through her nose." 

"That's enough," he mother snapped. "I won't have you insulting me, Maria, I 
just won't have it." 

Her daughter grinned at her coldly. "Why not, mother," she sneered. "You 
take shit from assholes all the time in that stupid shop of yours, you ought 
to be used to it by now, I would think." 

Her mother was standing beside her then, glaring down into her daughter's 
cold, defiant eyes. She was trembling violently, the anger and hurt seething 
in her flesh as if she were being scourged by a lash. 

"You are a vicious little bitch, Maria," she whispered coldly. "A cruel and 
vicious little monster." 

The girl snorted in contempt. "What I am, is with it, mother," she growled. 
"While you are without it, obviously." 

She got up from the table then and began to walk toward the hallway. Nora 
caught her wrist and pulled her back around to face her. Their eyes locked 
in a cold, angry glare and Maria glanced pointedly at her wrist. 

"You're hurting me, mother," she whispered savagely. "I don't like being 
hurt, and I don't let anyone do it to me." 

"You need a good beating," her mother hissed, her voice trembling on the 
edge of a scream. "You need to have an inch of skin peeled off your vicious 
little butt." 

"Are you going to do that to me, mother?" the girl chuckled coldly. "Are you 
going to be the one that beats me black and blue?" 

Their glaring gaze held fast for a few more moments, both of them trembling 
violently. In her daughter's eyes, Nora could see the cold, cruel look of 
contempt, a vicious, mean stare that regarded her as less than human. 

She ached to hit the girl. Ached to begin slapping and kicking her and not 
to stop until the teenager was screaming and begging for mercy. Even the 
fantasy of doing it was powerful and delicious to the woman, then. 

Savagely, Maria pulled her wrist from Nora's hand. "I'm going out, mother," 
she growled. "I don't know when I will be back, so don't wait up for me." 

"You're not going anywhere, young lady," her mother snarled. "You can just 
trot right up to your room and stay there until I tell you differently." 

The girl spun around and gazed intently at her mother, then. "Oh, really?" 
she whispered softly. "Is that how you really feel, mother?" 

"Don't play games with me, Maria," Nora hissed. "I'm not kidding this time, 
get to your room, you little bitch!" 

The girl smiled broadly and took a step toward the woman. "Ohh, come now, 
mommy," she whispered in a soft, warm voice, her face relaxing into an 
innocent prettiness, then. "You don't mean that, do you, Mommy?" 

As if she were someone threatening her with a weapon, which in a way, Maria 
was. Nora began to back away from her approaching child. She shook her head 
slowly, her lips trembling with fear and the uncontrollable desire she 
always felt building in her loins whenever her girl took that tone of voice 
with her. 

"Please, Mommy, don't be mean with me," the girl cooed lovingly. "I hate it 
when you're mean with me, Mommy, hate it so much." 

"Don't try this, Maria," her mother whispered in a quivering, almost 
frightened voice. "Don't do this, now, damn it!" 

The girl chuckled softly. Her hands were locked in front of her waist and 
she was swaying on her toes as she walked toward the retreating woman. Her 
smile was broad and alluring, now, her lips moist from her tongue and 
glistening enticingly. 

"Don't run away from me, Mommy," she murmured sensuously. "I want you to be 
near me, Mommy, so very near me, now." 

Nora's legs struck the back of the couch in the living room and she gasped 
as she sat down heavily. Her daughter was standing over her then, her eyes 
smoking and inviting, her tiny breasts straining against the blouse she was 
wearing. 

"Ohh, Mommy, what do you fight me so much?" she sighed, childishly. "You 
know I love you, Mommy, only you!" Nora groaned as she watched her daughter 
slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She gulped in almost terror, and tried to 
tear her eyes away from the dancing fingers as they plucked at the buttons. 
She found she could not move her head, though, and her eyes were locked on 
the fingers as they pulled the blouse free from her skirt. 

The girl sighed contentedly as she pulled the blouse away from her shoulders 
and allowed it to slithered quietly down her arms to the floor. The tight, 
shapeless bra that she was wearing was transparent and Nora could see the 
dark pinkness of the girl's nipples growing taut and erect behind the filmy 
fabric of the blouse. 

"Please, Maria ... " she stammered softly. "God, please, stop this at once!" 

The young girl laughed and tossed her head, throwing the long, tawny mane of 
her hair about her shoulders. "But, Mommy," she cooed, gently. "I know you 
want me, I know you need me, and I want you to have me!" 

The girl dropped her hands to her skirt then, and toyed with the button that 
held it shut. She pulled it free, giggling softly, and then ran the zipper 
down the side of her hip, with a quiet, purring hiss. 

Nora gasped, her loins beginning to throb with a compelling warmth as she 
watched the garment slide down her daughter's hips and fall into a puddle 
around her feet. Her eyes locked on Maria's smooth, supple thighs, and the 
dark, quivering mound of her cunt, pulsating behind the bikini underpants 
she was wearing. 

These too, were transparent, and the woman could see the luxurious thatch of 
hair that had recently grown there, its silken texture clear, even through 
the panties that hugged her hips so enticingly. 

"I know how much Mommy, loves her little girl," Maria cooed affectionately. 
"I know how much she wants her, too! And Maria loves her Mommy, and wants to 
make her happy if she can!" 

Nora felt a sob catching in her throat as the girl reached behind her back 
and expertly unfastened her bra. The slender garment slithered down over her 
arms and dropped to the floor, at last revealing the firm ripeness of her 
budding globes. 

Gasping with hunger and revulsion at her own desire, Nora gazed intently at 
the soft, spongy mounds as they rose and fell so delightfully with her 
daughter's labored breathing. A dampness was between the precious spheres, 
and a single line of sweat ran down her belly from her lovely cleft. 

She watched the girl cupping her hands beneath the mounds and lifting them 
in offering, her thumbs flicking back and forth against the nipples until 
they were hard and quivering like two rosy pebbles. 

"God, ohhh, God, don't," Nora sobbed, shuddering with a harsh, violent 
tremor of wanting that ripped through her loins. "Please ... Maria ... I ... 
no, no, please!" 

The girl laughed, her voice a mixture of taunting and excitement as she ran 
her hands down over her smooth, flat stomach and hooked her thumbs in the 
waist band of her panties. Slowly she dipped her legs and pushed the garment 
down over her hips and thighs, rising once more as she allowed them to drop 
to her feet. 

Nora shuddered with a mounting excitement as she gazed at the girl's naked, 
quivering hillock. Already a bit of moisture was seeping from her cave, and 
the hair that covered her lovely mound was glistening erotically with the 
creamy lubricant that dripped from her precious chamber. 

Lovingly, the girl ran the tips of her fingers up and down the length of her 
vaginal lips. She sighed with pleasure as she caressed herself, and rocked 
gently back and forth on her heels as she massaged her tender mound. 

"Ummm, I wish it were your fingers here, Mommy," she whispered intently. 
"Ooo, yes, Mommy, it would feel so much nicer if you were doing this, I 
know!" 

Nora's body was shivering violently as the girl began to bend over toward 
her. In. her nostrils was the slight tingling that came from inhaling the 
pure, delicious odor of her daughter's passion and she gasped as the scent 
grew stronger with each passing moment. 

"Kiss me, Mommy," Maria whispered urgently. "Ohhh, please kiss me, now, 
Mommy, I know you want to, please!" 

Groaning as if in pain, the woman gasped and shut her eyes as she felt her 
daughter's lips brushing past her own. She shivered violently, rocking from 
left to right, half out of pleasure, half in a pitiful attempt to escape the 
pleasure the girl was offering to her. 

The soft, sensual caress of Maria's lips against her own made Nora groan 
with an aching need. Maria's lips were as sweet and luscious as ever, as 
warm and teasing as she remembered. 

Gently, the girl brushed her wet, tasty petals back and forth against her 
mother's quivering mouth. She darted her tongue back and forth against 
Nora's teeth, teasing and prying them apart, playfully. 

She shivered as she felt Maria's tongue entering her mouth, lashing hungrily 
at her own, thick spear. When the two arrows entwined, the woman sobbed with 
pleasure, while her mind screamed with horror and despair. 

Her hands were clenched at her sides, trembling violently against the urge 
she had to reach up and touch her daughter's warm, damp body. She felt 
Maria's fingers slithering down over the front of her body, catching hold of 
the zipper to her sweater and pulling it free. 

She gasped thickly as Maria slithered her hands inside of her sweater then, 
and quickly-pushed the bra that she was wearing, up and away from her 
quivering breasts. The woman sobbed as the young girl cupped her hands over 
her full, heavy globes. 

She felt Maria's fingers kneading and caressing her breasts, rolling the 
nipples back and forth between her thumbs and forefingers. Sharp, stinging 
waves of pleasure tore through Nora's flesh as the girl fondled her heavy 
mounds. Each pinch of her nipples made Nora gasp with an exquisite 
suffering, and she felt herself growing dizzy and light-headed from the 
pleasure she was receiving. 

"You ... you must stop," Nora groaned, feeling Maria's kiss becoming more 
fevered and demanding against her lips. "God ... no ... Maria, we ... we 
can't!" 

The girl laughed, ignoring her mother's pathetic refusal completely. She 
rode her lips greedily back and forth against the woman's mouth, and kneaded 
the big, warm breasts she was holding, hungrily with her fingers. 

Nora felt the girl settling down on her upper thigh, then, rubbing her damp, 
warm mound back and forth along her limb, pushing her skirt upward to her 
hips. She could feel the seething wetness of the girl's flesh against her 
own and the pulsating heat that pumped from Maria's cave was searing and 
intense against her limb. 

"Don't talk, Mommy, don't refuse me," whispered the anxious girl. "Ummm, 
it's so good, isn't it, Mommy? So very, very good, I know!" 

Nora sobbed as she felt her daughter's one hand slithering suddenly down 
over her stomach to her crotch. She shivered violently as she felt Maria 
urgently forcing her hand into the panties she was wearing. 

As the tips of the girl's fingers slithered through her cunt hair, the woman 
nearly screamed with the aching pleasure the caress was giving to her. She 
bucked spasmodically, moaning as she felt the hand kneading her mound with 
an anxious intensity. 

The fingers rubbed gently at her vaginal lips, pulling and tugging "on them 
with a nearly cruel insistence. Nora's flesh felt as if it were on fire, and 
she sobbed as the girl rubbed briskly at the tender nub of her clit. 

Sharp, delightful waves of pleasure were racing through her cunt, now. Each 
stroke of the girl's fingers made the fires of wanting burn hotter in the 
pit of Nora's cave. She shuddered and jerked about the sofa, her thigh now 
damp from the love fluid that was pouring from her daughter's cave. 

She felt her hands coming to life, unable to keep from reaching out to the 
girl any longer. She sobbed quietly as she cupped her palm over the 
teenager's cunt and breast, kneading both moist, trembling spots with a 
growing passion. 

The sweet, pert nipple atop Maria's breast trembled violently as Nora 
brushed her fingers across it. The girl groaned thickly, swaying from left 
to right on her mother's leg, grinding her cunt down hard on the taut, tense 
limb. Her pussy was throbbing with need as Nora's fingers lightly caressed 
it, and the girl gasped with delight as she felt the woman rubbing the 
twitching button of her clit. 

The two of them were gasping harshly, now, their fevered breathing erratic 
and labored as their pleasure grew to a throbbing, consuming pitch. 
Greedily, Nora massaged her daughter's cunt and breasts, pinching and 
squeezing the nipples and lips of her mound and boobs in a harsh, demanding 
fashion. 

"Ohh, God, Mommy, ummm, that's nice," the girl whispered intently. She 
thrust her cunt hard against the fingers massaging it, and fell forward 
against her mother's body, heavily. "Yes, Mommy, make me feel so nice, yes, 
yes!" 

Their mouths attacked each other savagely, lips and tongues lashing and 
sucking with a mounting frenzy. The girl's fingers gripped and squeezed 
Nora's breasts, cruelly, pinching the nipples between her digits until the 
woman was gasping with an enticing and consuming mixture of pain and 
pleasure. 

At her cunt, the young girl had already massaged the lips to her cave to a 
point of swollen readiness. Her mother sobbed as she pushed two fingers into 
the hot, damp channel and turned them slowly back and forth inside the hot, 
wet sleeve. 

Nora nearly screamed in ecstasy at the rude invasion. Her inner flesh 
throbbed with a fierce and boiling greed, and her vaginal muscles expanded 
and contracted wildly around the plunging spears. 

She rocked back and forth on the sofa as Maria pushed her fingers to the 
depths of her channel, burying the prongs to the hilt in Nora's steaming 
tunnel. The woman could hardly breathe for the pleasure and excitement she 
was experiencing, and she greedily attacked her daughter's pit with her own, 
frenzied digits, now. 

As she rubbed her palm briskly back and forth across the girl's tender 
nipples, she began to probe the moist, warm entrance to Maria's cave. The 
young girl shuddered uncontrollably on her mother's knee as she felt the 
searching prongs spreading the lips to her pussy apart. 

"Yes, Mommy, ummm, yes," she cooed softly. "In there, please, Mommy, just 
like me, put them in there, now!" 

She thrust her cunt forward along Nora's thigh and the woman responded by 
pushing two of her digits into the eager passage of Maria's cave. The young 
girl sobbed with delight as the fingers penetrated her hot, taut channel, 
and she flexed her muscles, urgently around the invading prongs. 

Slowly, Nora twisted and turned her fingers along the length of her 
daughter's wet, gripping channel. She felt the inner walls expanding and 
contracting violently against her probing spears, and the warm, thrilling 
heat that burned in the girl's inner flesh stimulated her actions, nearly as 
much as the girl's own fingers did. 

The greedy lust that was consuming them rapidly, knew no bounds by this 
time. Passion and the satisfaction of their desire became the most important 
thing to them. Even as her mind was reeling from the horror of her surrender 
to desire, Nora felt her body, urging her on with every fevered beat of her 
heart. 

Hungrily, Maria's lips began to slither down along the smooth, warm flesh of 
her mother's throat. She licked and stabbed at the graceful line of Nora's 
neck, passionately, while gently pumping her fingers in and out of the 
woman's tortured passage. 

Nora gasped with pleasure as she felt the girl's lips encircling one of her 
breasts, and her sweet tongue stabbing at her pert, taut nipple, teasingly. 
The teenager caught the nipple between her teeth, then and sucked it 
greedily into her mouth. 

Nora sobbed as she felt Maria rolling her tender nugget back and forth, 
sucking and lathering the trapped morsel with her pink, pointed tongue. The 
shimmering delight that she experienced from the attack was almost too much 
for the woman to bear, and she groaned uncontrollably, as the wanting grew 
powerful in her loins. 

"God, so good, so damn good," she moaned, wildly. "Ummm, darling, baby, 
Maria! Yes, my sweet, yes my pet, yes, yes, yes!" 

The girl laughed in a throaty triumph and rolled her fingers savagely back 
and forth along Nora's inner channel. She felt the hot, gripping walls of 
Nora's cunt, kneading and undulating violently, and the thick, creamy fluid 
that poured from her mother's pit now coated her fingers with a rich, sticky 
film. 

Nora could do little more at this point but sit there, shivering with the 
pleasure that was washing over her flesh. She pumped her own, taut digits 
back and forth inside of Maria, increasing the rhythm and pace of her 
attack, as her own desire reached a state of complete command. 

Her cunt was on fire, now, blazing so fiercely with lust, that she could 
barely breathe, let alone move to any great degree. She felt as if her 
entire body was one huge sexual organ, being stimulated incredibly by her 
eager daughter's hands and mouth. 

She felt the girl sucking and licking her breasts, gnawing greedily on her 
fleshy mounds with her perfect, even teeth. She sobbed as the child lathered 
her globes passionately, all the while continuing to pump her fingers 
ruthlessly back and forth along Nora's steaming tunnel of lust. 

Faster and faster the fingers drove into her. Her cunt was so alive with 
passion, boiling with so much intense wanting, that for a moment, she did 
not realize that Maria had slipped off her knee and was now kissing her way 
down over her breasts and stomach, eagerly drawing close to her throbbing 
cave. 

Nora shuddered out of control as she felt the girl's mouth suddenly covering 
her hot, aching mouth. The first lash of the girl's tongue at her clit made 
the woman scream softly in delight, and thrust her cunt up hard against the 
girl's eager lips. 

"I'm going to eat you, Mommy," Maria giggled fiendishly. "I'm going to lick 
and suck and eat you so good!" 

Nora sobbed as she felt the girl's tongue rolling around the rim of her 
hillock, lashing ruthlessly at her clit now and again. She jerked and 
shuddered as the sweet, pink dart stabbed at her throbbing button, sending 
roaring waves of agonized delight tearing through her fevered tunnel. 

The tongue was a living, warm engine of bliss that licked and stabbed at 
Nora's vaginal lips with an increasing fury. The girl lathered the cleft 
between her mother's petals, greedily, riding the spear up and down the 
length of them with a building fury that was driving the woman mad with 
desire. 

Nora could not help herself. She clasped her hands tightly against the 
girl's head and held it fast to her aching mound. She sobbed as she felt 
Maria driving her tongue between her pussy lips, suddenly burying it deep in 
her burning chamber. 

For Nora, the pleasure was so intense, that it was nearly unbearable. She 
sobbed wildly, shuddering as the hot, angry waves tore through her pit, 
wildly. In the depths of her cave, she felt the fever reaching a burning 
intensity, and the aching need grow to a point of explosion. 

She pushed forward off the sofa, then, unable to control her need any 
longer. Maria laughed in pleasure as her mother forced her to lay on the 
floor, and she willingly spread her thighs, to give the frenzied woman 
access to her own, throbbing pit. 

"I want you, want you so badly," Nora groaned, running her tongue hungrily 
over the tiny, pink button of her daughter's clit. "I must have you, damn 
you, I must have you, now!" 

Maria was naturally eager to allow her mother to clasp her lips to her cunt. 
She sighed contentedly and guided her mother's legs over her head, allowing 
her to settle her pussy down over her face. 

She drove her tongue up into her mother's cunt once more, and locked her 
hands over the woman's hard, taut buttocks. Greedily, she dug her fingers 
into the soft, spongy half moons and pulled the woman's burning mound to her 
hungrily lips. 

Almost immediately, Nora rode her tongue down between the petals that 
guarded her daughter's cave and slid it into the hot, gripping passage, 
ruthlessly. As Nora buried the tongue to the hilt in her pit, the girl's 
damp, quivering thighs locked hard against her head. 

"Umm, yes, Mommy, eat me, now," the girl laughed in delight. "Eat your 
little girl so nicely right now, yes!" 

Nora cupped her hands beneath the girl's smooth, ripe buttocks and dug her 
fingers deep into the warm, damp flesh. She pulled the girl's pussy hard 
against her mouth, and the two of them, now, were attacking each other's 
pussy, viciously. 

Their tongue rode rhythmically in and out of each other, lashing against the 
hot, damp inner flesh, wildly. Greedily they sucked on the hot, damp 
channels, drinking the creamy juice that flowed from each other's burning 
chambers. 

Again and again they buried their tongues to the hilt inside of each other. 
They twisted and turned on the carpet, locked together in a frenzy of 
demanding passion, their minds empty but for the thought of total 
fulfillment. 

The thick, dank aroma of their lust filled their nostrils, and the cries of 
their fierce and angry desire rang loudly in the air around their heads. The 
sound of tongue and lips sucking and lathering was all about them, and the 
sensations of complete and savage passion were all that they could feel. 

Harder and faster Nora powered her tongue along the length of her daughter's 
hot, slippery tunnel. She felt the girl's inner walls drawing tighter and 
tighter against her tongue, the inner muscles closing like a vise against 
her probing dart. 

From the heat and savage thrashing the girl was making, Nora could tell she 
was near an orgasm, and she bore down on Maria's cunt, sucking and gnawing 
on her sweet, swollen cunt lips, ruthlessly. 

Maria began to buck and shiver violently then, a hot, stinging wave of 
delight beginning to roar through the length of her burning passage. "Ohh, 
God, Mommy, it's going to happen," she nearly screamed. "Ummm, it's going to 
happen, now!" 

Her mother ground her face between the girl's thighs and felt the sudden 
bursting of lust erupting in the young girl's channel, forcing the inner 
walls to quake and throb with unbelievable power and force. 

As the girl shivered and jerked spasmodically under the impact of her 
climax, she rode her own sweet arrow in and out of Nora's pit with savage 
passion. She lathered the inner flesh of Nora's pussy, wildly, and sucked as 
hard as she could on the tender love petals that she had trapped between her 
teeth. 

As her daughter's rolling waves of release washed over Nora's tongue, the 
woman could feel her own wanting reaching the point of explosion in her 
cave. She sobbed wildly, thrusting her loins hard against the girl's 
attacking mouth, gasping as the harsh, tearing climax seared through the 
length of her tortured passage. 

"Ohh, dear God," she sobbed, thrashing savagely, and grinding her mouth down 
hard over Maria's face. "Yes, coming, coming so good, yes, yes!" 

The girl laughed in delight and continued to suck the thick, creamy fluid 
from her mother's bursting passage. She lathered the inner walls of her 
mother's pit, wildly, thrilling to the satisfaction of reducing the woman to 
a writhing creature of absolute surrender. The two of them shivered and 
quaked on the carpet, lost in the churning sea of their fierce and consuming 
passion. All that either of them could feel in that moment, was the wild and 
tearing pleasure of their orgasms ripping through them, continually. 

After several long minutes, Nora finally rolled off her daughter's body and 
lay, gasping on the carpet beside her. Her body jerked and trembled with 
delight, the aching pleasure lingering deeply in her flesh. 

The girl sighed, heavily and sat up, grinning at her mother, coldly. "You 
need me, mother," she whispered harshly. "You can't live without me, can 
you?" 

"Maria, darling ... I ... " the woman stammered, weakly. 

The girl turned her lips into a cold, cruel sneer. "Just think of what some 
people would say if I told them what you do to me," she whispered savagely. 
"Just remember that, mother dear, the next time you try and push me around!" 

With that, the girl rose to her feet and gathered up her clothing, quickly. 
She walked to the door leading to the hallway without a backward glance, 
leaving her mother to crumple into a small ball on the carpet, sobbing 
uncontrollably. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Maria Wesley gazed at her body in the full-length mirror by her bed, pleased 
with nearly everything she saw. Her breasts were growing, if slowly, into 
the big, ripe spheres she wanted them to be, and her thighs were already 
molded perfectly, and the flesh as taut as piano wire. 

She patted her belly, admiring its hardness, and followed the length of her 
legs to her feet. Her ankles were finely turned and her calves shaped 
perfectly. Her face she did not even bother considering, for she was well 
aware of how beautiful she was. 

God, she was glad she did not forget to do her exercises every day. Her 
mother could go to a chubbiness if she wanted to, but she was going to 
remain hard and firm, supple and lean to the roving eye of those that wanted 
her. 

She fingered her nipples, admiring the springy tightness of them, and gently 
caressed the lips that guarded her virginal passage. Nobody had been able to 
get in there as yet, and nobody would, until she was ready for them. 

Whoever got in there first, she intended to make pay dearly for that right. 
She wasn't about to give it up to just any man or boy. Whoever was the man 
that took her virginity, had better be able to afford its price. 

She smiled confidently at herself. She had her acting class tonight, a bitch 
that it was on her birthday, but she was going to have a little fun with it, 
nonetheless. She already had her young teacher, Mark Blyer wrapped around 
her finger, and she intended to get the lead role in his next production 
this year. 

All in all, things were going quiet well. She knew she would have to put out 
a little bit for the part, not that he would demand it, but it would help. 
She could probably get by with a simple hand-job, she thought, but she 
intended to go all the way with a blow-job, just to sink her claws in a 
little deeper. 

Men were such jerks, she thought, pulling on her panties, then adjusting 
them around her hips. They were almost as dumb as women, she mused. Almost 
as easily led as the poor, weak and helpless females she knew. 

She slipped into her bra and smiled as she locked the clasp behind her back. 
She nodded with satisfaction at the picture she made in the mirror, breasts 
taut and up-lifted against the bra, cunt mound tight and molded at her 
panties. 

Since that last time with her mother, things had been much easier around the 
house. Nora had come through with the money for the acting class, and did 
not give her as much trouble as before. Maria was well aware of the fact 
that her mother both feared and desired her, and it made her quite happy to 
have the woman twisted into such a state of mind. The bitch was certain to 
stay out of her way, now, for she had finally come to grips with the fact 
that Maria was not kidding around. She was going to use everything in her 
power to get where she wanted, and Nora was learning not to stand in her 
way. 

As she pulled on her sweater and skirt, she checked her wrist watch and 
shook her head at the time. It was nearly eight, and she would have to get 
moving if she wanted to make the class on time. 

She checked her wallet and found she did not have enough for a cab, so she 
quickly grabbed her purse and skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. Before 
she got there, she heard voices and a quiet, yet shrill scream escaping her 
mother's lips. 

She burst into the room, just in time to see a tall, bearded and muscular 
man guiding her trembling mother to the kitchen table. Nora's face was white 
as a sheet and she was trembling violently as if shaken with extreme cold. 

"What the hell is going on in here?" Maria hissed angrily. "Who are you?" 

The man looked up, his face somehow familiar and smiled broadly. "Hey there, 
little Maria," he chuckled. "Is that any way to say hello to your daddy, 
now?" 

For a brief instant, the words he spoke did not register in Maria's mind. 
Her eyes went to her mother, than back to the man, and she felt the blood 
rushing to her temples as she realized the meaning of what he had said. 

"You're ... you're my father?" she whispered in total disbelief. "My old 
man?" 

The tall, bearded man swept a seaman's cap off his head and bowed low. 
"That's right, me little darling," he cackled. "Your poor old dad has 
finally come home!" 

Maria shook her head, backing away from the approaching man, steadily. She 
could not believe it, what's more, did not want to believe it. The last 
thing she wanted in the world right now, was a father to mess up her life. 

A pained expression came over the man's face and he paused in mid-step. 
"What's the matter, darling?" he murmured softly. "Don't you want to give 
your daddy a big hug and a kiss?" 

Quickly Maria glanced at her mother. "I'm going to be late," she hissed, 
coldly. "I need some money for a cab." 

Jake Wesley glanced at his daughter, then at his wife, his eyes hurt and 
confused. It was hard for him to believe her reaction to his arrival, and 
his hand dug into his pants pocket for bills, almost without his knowing it. 

He pulled a handful of money out and thrust it at her. "Here you go, honey," 
he whispered softly. "We'll talk later, when you get home." 

Maria nodded coldly, almost, and then turned to her mother. "I don't know 
how late I'm going to be," she said, evenly. "A bunch of the kids might want 
to treat me to something after the class." 

Dumbly, Nora nodded her head. "All right," she whispered. "I'll see you - 
we'll see you, when you get home." 

Maria nodded and turned to her father. "I'm glad your back," she said, 
quickly. Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen and into the living 
room. She could feel their eyes following her, until she had shut the front 
door behind her. 

On the steps of the porch, she held her arms tightly around herself to keep 
from shivering violently. Her father had come home, the news was 
devastating. Why, she wondered, now? Why come back at all? What could he 
want from them? 

She had no feeling for him. To her, he had always been a faded picture on 
the mantle above the fire place, never a real, living being. She had no more 
affection for him, than a passing stranger in the street. 

All he represented to her, was trouble. She did not know why he had come 
back, but just his mere presence was enough to worry her. She had just 
gotten to the point of being able to control her mother almost completely, 
now, with him around, she could sense her firm grip on the woman lessening 
already. 

He's not going to screw up my plans, she thought grimly. He's not going to 
come between me and what I want. She shook her head violently, as if 
responding to someone who was talking to her, ordering her around. 

"No," she whispered savagely. "No, I won't take it from anyone, not anyone 
at all!" 

She stepped down into the street, her mind working swiftly as she rolled all 
the possible problems over inside her brain. She had to get a handle on this 
as soon as she could, she realized, before the man upset her carefully laid 
plans completely. 

She was smiling determinedly as she flagged down a cab and slipped into the 
back seat. She would triumph in the end, she was certain. No one could beat 
her, no one could control her wants and desires. After all, no one had been 
able to so far, had they? 

As the door shut behind her daughter, Nora turned and gazed at her husband. 
"How do you like her?" she asked, bitterly. "An adorable child, humm?" 

Jake Wesley shook his head, smiling weakly. He sat down at the table and 
took one of his wife's hands into his own big, gnarled paws. "She'll be all 
right," he said, quietly. "Soon as she gets to know me." 

Nora shivered and sighed, pulling her fingers from his. "Don't be so sure, 
Jake," she grunted coldly. "She's turning into something I hadn't expected: 
a calculating bitch that I cannot understand." 

Her husband nodded then whispered softly. "You haven't changed, Nora," he 
sighed. "You're still as good and decent as ever." 

His wife snorted. "You're dreaming, Jake," she muttered. Her eyes locked on 
his and her gazed narrowed. "Tell me, why have you come back, anyway? What 
do you want here after all these years?" 

"I came back for you," he said, evenly. "Came back for both of you, now." 

"To do what, Jake?" she growled. "To be a husband again, to be the father 
you never were?" 

He winced as if she had struck him. "I realize I blew it," he whispered. "I 
know I've hurt you badly, both of you." 

"Do you, Jake, do you really know?" she hissed, savagely. "Do you know what 
it's like living for years in an empty loneliness, do you know that?" 

He nodded. "I've been empty and lonely, too, Nora," he whispered. "I've been 
working and living in a world of darkness ever since I left. Seeing you 
brought the light back into my life again." 

"What do you want, God damn it," she snarled. "You come back here, smiling 
as if you had just stepped out for some ice cream, rather than left for 
nearly sixteen years, and you expect me to shout for joy?" 

She shook her head, savagely, gasping as the pain and suffering tore at her 
heart. "You deserted me, Jake, when I needed you the most," she sobbed. "I 
wish I could hate you, I really, really do, you bastard!" 

Jake Wesley listened to his wife's voice condemning him, and his heart beat 
savagely in his chest. He had expected this, had prepared for it, but he had 
not been able to know how badly it would hurt to endure her rage and 
bitterness. 

"I've got it, now, darling," he whispered urgently. "Got my own ship. Not 
much, not a lot, but I make very, very good money. We don't have to be stuck 
here anymore! We can go anywhere we want!" 

Nora gazed at her husband with the fierce and blazing anger roaring in her 
eyes. In front of her, the man she had wept over, yearned for was sitting, 
alive and in the flesh, nearly begging her to take him back. 

Many times in the past she had thought of this moment, had yearned to spurn 
his affections, to send him racing from the house under the impact of her 
rage. She did not expect to feel herself crumpling into tiny pieces before 
him. 

She turned away from him, then and raced out of the kitchen and up the 
stairs to her bedroom. She locked the door behind her and fell across her 
bed, sobbing wildly in anguish. 

She could hear him rattling the door knob, begging, then demanding to be let 
in. She screamed at him to leave her alone, then screamed again in terror as 
he slammed a big, heavy boot against the door and broke it open. 

He came over to the bed and pulled her roughly into his embrace. "God damn 
you, Nora Skarne," he hissed. "You drive me crazy, I've thought about you 
every night for fifteen years, I won't let you dismiss me, now!" 

His mouth came down hard over hers and she squealed in fear and shock as she 
felt his hard, sensual mouth kissing her so roughly. His lips moved over 
hers, greedily, and she moaned as she felt his hands locking tightly around 
her slender shoulders. 

"You love me, I know you do," he hissed almost brutally. "And I can't stand 
to live without you anymore, damn it!" 

"Let me go, Jake, damn it, let me go," she hissed, twisting and turning in 
an effort to free herself. "I don't want you touching me, I don't!" 

But just as he would not free her, she felt her own body growing more and 
more fevered by his hungry kiss and urgent embrace. She felt his lips 
roaming over hers, greedily, kissing her with more passion than she had 
known in years, and she could not help feeling herself surrendering to the 
demands of his greedy mouth. 

Not since he had left her, had she felt such a passion building for anyone. 
Not since he last kissed and embraced her like this, had the lust that was 
beginning to boil in the depths of her loins been so fevered and intense. 

She began, suddenly to realize the awesome power of her wanting him, and the 
reason she was so compelled by the touch and caress of her daughter's body. 
She was of Jake, a part of him, and the passion she felt with Maria, was 
directly related to this man, that she had missed more terribly than she had 
ever realized. 

She felt her body relaxing, her mouth becoming more pliant and responsive to 
his, and she groaned as his tongue pushed its way between her teeth and 
began to search, greedily, for her own. 

She shivered as his kiss became more frenzied and demanding. Lovingly, she 
entwined her moist, warm spear around his own and began to mash her mouth 
against his in a fevered response to his attack. 

"God damn you, Jake Wesley," she moaned. "I missed you so much, you bastard! 
I wanted you so badly, you son of a bitch!" 

"Jesus, I know, I know," Jake moaned, quietly, pulling her tightly to his 
big, broad chest. "Every time I was near another woman, I could think only 
of you, see only your face, my darling Nora! Only yours!" 

She shuddered as his hand slithered down over her spine and began to caress 
the firm, ripe swell of her buttocks, through her robe. She felt his other 
hand, urgent and demanding, then, tugging frantically at the sash that held 
her garment shut. 

The robe parted, revealing her body, clad only in the sheer, clinging 
nightgown she had beneath it. He sighed heavily as he pushed the robe over 
her shoulders and gazed, hungrily, at her firm, taut body. 

"Just as beautiful as ever," he moaned. "Just as alluring and enticing as 
the last time I saw you! God, I want you so much!" 

His mouth buried itself against the crook of her neck, while his hands 
slithered under the hem of her gown. She gasped in delight as she felt his 
fingers gripping her damp, inner thigh, and kneading the soft, round globe 
of one breast. 

She shuddered as she felt his rough, yet tender palm pressing tightly 
against her nipple, rubbing gently at the expanding nugget, until the taut 
button was throbbing with a delicious, tingling sense of pain and pleasure 
beneath the kneading hand. 

"Ohh, God, Jake, yes, I missed it so much, yes," she groaned, unable to do 
more than whisper fiercely. "Oh, Darling, ohh, I've wanted you so much, so 
very much!" 

As his fingers kneaded and massaged her aching globe, his thumb and 
forefinger pinching the tight nub of her nipple between them, his free hand 
wandered hungrily over the creamy flesh of her inner thighs. 

She sighed contentedly as she felt the tips of his fingers brushing against 
her vaginal lips. The tender petals quivered delightfully in response and 
the heat and dampness began to flow at once from her fevered passage. 

"God, Jesus, yes," he sighed as he felt the baking warmth of her love 
seeping from between her luscious lips, and the stickiness of her cunt juice 
coating his fingertips. "Ahh, so warm and ready, always so warm and ready, 
my love!" 

Frantically, now, Nora began to unbutton his shirt, tearing at the buttons 
almost in a frenzy. She pushed the garment off his shoulders and moaned as 
his hands left her body for a brief instant, then returned when he had 
discarded the garment. 

She ran her palms over his broad, hairy chest and felt his heart beating 
powerfully in his chest. She allowed her nails to slice through his flesh as 
she rode them down his body, and listened, with pleasure, to his grunt of 
need when her soft, warm digits reached his lap. Behind his jeans, she could 
feel his cock growing steadily, expanding rapidly into the thick, long pole 
it would become. Already she could feel the harsh throbbing of it through 
the coarse material of his jeans and she kneaded the growing tool, anxiously 
between her fingers. 

He shuddered violently as she massaged his prick and ran his lips greedily 
over the flesh at the base of her throat. She felt his tongue licking and 
stabbing at her neck and his teeth nibbling on her skin, hungrily. 

"You still taste delicious," he groaned, shuddering as she ran the zipper 
down on his jeans, suddenly. "God, you still taste better than the sweetest 
champagne they could ever make!" 

She laughed softly and thrust her hand inside of his jeans, curling her 
fingers suddenly around his throbbing manhood. Jake groaned in delight, 
bucking uncontrollably as she gripped and squeezed his aching tool. 

She felt the hot, throbbing blood tearing through the rod as she pulled it 
from the confinement of his jeans and she thrilled to the violent and 
spasmodic quaking of the weapon against her palm. 

She loved how the huge, thick prong beat steadily at her clutching fingers, 
a nearly rhythmic pulsating power tearing through it relentlessly. She gazed 
down at the shaft, then, her eyes moist with pleasure and delight and cooed 
lovingly as she stroked the fevered head of his meat with the tips of her 
fingers. 

"Ummm, so hard and hot, my love," she whispered erotically. "So big and 
strong! I love it, Jake, God, how I love it!" 

She gripped the prong tightly in her fist and the man shuddered violently as 
the pleasure of her squeezing fingers sent harsh, agonizing waves of delight 
tearing through his meat. He felt her gently slithering the tips of her 
fingers over the throbbing helmet of his tool, and the spasms of pleasure 
that tore through him made him weak with need. 

Gently, she rolled and turned her fingers up and down the length of his 
shaft, and cupped her free hand beneath the taut, hairy bag that held his 
throbbing balls. He gasped thickly as she gripped the throbbing sack, and 
the stinging passion grew more intense in his flesh as she began to knead 
his bag in a greedy manner. 

"Jesus, damn, so good," he muttered in a strained, taut voice. "God, so 
good, baby, ohh, Nora, so damn good!" 

Anxiously, his own hands began to explore the moist, warm entrance to her 
cunt. He rubbed her vaginal lips briskly back and forth between his thumb 
and forefinger, delighting in the way the tender, slippery petals seem to 
grow swollen with excitement. 

Her cunt was pouring out heat and lubricant, now, and he teased the sweet, 
taut button of her clit with his thumb, making her jerk violently as the 
harsh, hot waves of need raced from the twitching nugget to the base of her 
aching pit. 

His caress was urgent and greedy, now, filled with the fierce demand that 
rose up from his tortured loins and spread throughout his flesh. Hungrily, 
he moved his lips down to the tops of her luscious breasts and began to kiss 
the spongy, warm globes with a greedy wanting. 

She felt his tongue rolling about her nipple, flicking the taut, rosy pebble 
back and forth, anxiously. She sobbed as the fierce and consuming lust raced 
along the length of her mounds and pounded savagely in the flesh of her 
inner cave. 

It had been ages since she had felt this complete in love-making, ages since 
a man had had this kind of effect on her, and her lungs burned from the 
effort of breathing, while her cunt seemed to be tingling under the attack 
of a thousand stinging darts of absolute ecstasy. 

She felt him easing two fingers inside of her channel and at once, the 
throbbing grew more powerful and demanding in her cave, and her sobs and 
quiet screams of pleasure rose involuntarily from her throat. 

She gasped as he twisted and turned his fingers along the taut, wet tunnel 
of her pussy, forcing them deep inside the hot, wet sleeve. When he had 
buried his fingers to the hilt inside of her, he began to flick them back 
and forth against her inner walls, and the breathless, dizzying sensations 
began to overwhelm her. 

Her cunt walls undulated wildly around the plunging spears. He pumped them 
rhythmically in and out of her, then, slowly twisting and turning them 
against her aching inner flesh as he went along. 

Each stroke that his fingers took sent the harsh, boiling fury tearing 
through her flesh, and she gripped his prick even more intensely in her 
hand, pounding her fist up and down on it, brutally. 

In her other hand, his balls were pounding fiercely and she rolled the hard, 
pulsating sack over her knuckles, pinching and kneading the quaking nuts 
between her fingers, with an increasing passion. 

"Ohh, baby, lover, darling, yeah," the man moaned. He moved his body 
frantically about the bed, pushing and tugging on his jeans until he had 
slid them off his legs and they were crumpled in a heap on the floor. 

He slid closer to her on the bed, then, his hands returning to her breasts 
and cunt, while his mouth began to lick and stab at one soft, quivering 
globe. She sighed, happily as she felt the stabbing arrow lashing at her 
pert, pink nugget. 

"Ooh, yes, Jake, God, that feels nice," she moaned. "Ummm, darling, suck it, 
suck on my breasts, now, yes!" 

Hungrily, the man gathered the hard, rosy button between his teeth and began 
to roll it back and forth, ruthlessly. He lashed at the imprisoned pebble 
savagely with his tongue, and the shocking waves of stinging delight that 
tore through her flesh, made Nora squeal in ecstasy. 

She pumped her hand steadily up and down on his cock, twisting and turning 
the huge prong as she massaged the throbbing pole. She loved how it seemed 
to expand more and more, and grow hotter and hotter as the boiling blood 
engorged it. 

The sense of power and demand she felt in his flesh was truly compelling and 
delightful to her, and she shut her eyes tightly, lying on the bed in almost 
total surrender to his passionate greed. 

His hands were pushing her thighs far apart, then, and his mouth traveling 
swiftly down over her belly. She gasped as she felt his tongue suddenly 
lashing at her clit, while his fingers pumped briskly in and out of her hot, 
steaming tunnel. 

The trembling fire that was raging in her loins seemed to be consuming her, 
for she could hardly see any longer, through the blinding mist of pleasure 
she was experiencing. She rolled about the bed under his hands and mouth, 
her body alive in every nerve ending, searing with the flame of wanton need 
he was creating in her flesh. 

He rode his tongue wildly around the rim of her cunt mouth, flicking and 
stabbing the harsh, scraping spear at her tender clit. The sting of his 
attack thrilled her to the point of screaming, and she shuddered violently 
under the lashing assault. 

"Ohh, God, Jake, that's it, that's it," she moaned. She thrust her cunt up 
hard against his mouth and shivered as she felt his tongue slithering into 
her boiling pit. "Yes, darling, ohhh, Jesus, yes, yes, yes!" 

Jake's fingers were kneading and caressing her buttocks cruelly by this 
time. She felt the thrill of them digging deep into her spongy half moons, 
kneading and massaging her flesh with more passion than she had ever dreamed 
of. 

As he pulled her cunt tight to his face, she felt the harsh, searing heat of 
her passion reaching a point of explosion in her loins, and she pounded her 
hand savagely against the thick, long tool it held. 

Her thumb scraped back and forth across the smooth, hot surface of his tool 
and she squeezed his balls tightly in her palm. He jerked involuntarily as 
another stabbing spasm of ecstasy tore through his balls, and his tongue 
began to lash at the wet, warm walls of her pussy with a frenzied greed. 

As she lay thrashing beneath him, Nora did not know how much more of this 
fierce and demanding pleasure she could endure. Her whole body was alive 
with lust, a seething, almost painful desire that was totally overwhelming 
her. 

She pumped her hand ruthlessly up and down on his cock, feeling her cunt 
walls expanding and contracting under the hungry assault of his tongue. Her 
inner flesh was alive with the need for him, and she could think of little 
else in that moment, but having that huge, hot pole inside of her as quickly 
as possible. 

Anxiously, she began to pull on his tool, yanking hard, in a desperate 
attempt to force it down toward her pussy. Her free hand gripped his thick, 
black hair and she tugged hard on the strands, whispering in a taut, 
agonized tone of voice. 

"Ohh, God, Jake, now, I need you now," she gasped, wildly. "Ummm, inside me, 
darling, please, put it in me now, damn you, now!" 

His tongue rode in and out of her fiercely, licking and stabbing at every 
inch of her hot, dripping walls. He could feel the luscious sleeve quaking 
around his darting spear, undulating with more and more intensity. He knew 
that in a few moments, she would be beyond herself in the grip of her lust. 
He could tell that she would soon be writhing in the throes of her ecstasy, 
and he quickly pulled his head from her mound and kissed his way back up 
over her belly and breasts. 

Hungrily she guided him over her thighs, then, drawing his shaft swiftly to 
her hot, quivering mound. She moaned fiercely as she felt the thick, hard 
head of his shaft rubbing against the wetness of her cunt petals. 

She moaned softly and pulled hard on his tool, wedging it between the 
quivering lips. She felt him rocking back and forth between her lovely 
limbs, slowly inching his way into the creamy warmth of her aching tunnel. 

As the huge head of his shaft penetrated her cave, she sobbed with a 
near-scream of ecstasy. Her cunt muscles locked around the invading helmet, 
greedily and she flexed them hungrily around the plunging spear to urge him 
on. 

Slowly, he rode his cock into her cunt, gasping as he felt the wet, gripping 
walls locking against his tool. The rumbling excitement that was pounding in 
her loins made his flesh burn with need, and he sobbed quietly in total 
ecstasy, as he buried his weapon to the hilt in her eager chamber. 

"Jesus, baby, Nora, so good," he murmured, his voice strained and broken 
with passion. "So nice to be inside you, baby, so damn nice!" 

Her cunt was locked fiercely around his tool, then, and beating frantically 
against the buried prong. He could feel the warm, gripping flesh kneading 
him intently, and the feverish pounding of his own flesh was almost a 
torture in its ecstasy. 

He dug his hands under her buttocks and gripped the soft, warm half moons 
harshly. She moaned as she felt his strong, powerful digits gripping her 
spongy buns, kneading the tender flesh with a fierce, yet tender greed. 

"Ohh, Jake, fuck me, fuck me hard, please," she murmured softly. "Ummm, give 
it to me, darling, hard and fast like I remember it! Hard and fast, please!" 

Jake Wesley laughed abruptly as he felt his wife's vaginal muscles kneading 
his cock, savagely. Slowly he withdrew from her steaming channel, twisting 
and turning against her inner walls until he was almost all the way out of 
her. 

With just the head of his tool still in the grip of her burning sleeve, he 
thrust forward violently, and listened to her scream of delight as he buried 
the throbbing, vicious prong deep inside her once more. 

Eagerly, she thrust her cunt up to meet the plunging shaft and shivered as 
he pinned her against the mattress. She felt the hot, angry blood forcing 
the prick to throb savagely against her inner flesh, and the sensation of 
his filling her cunt completely, made her flesh tingle with delicious 
excitement. 

Ruthlessly, now, he began to pump his meat in and out of her damp, taut 
channel, with increasing rhythm and force. Every stroke that he took was 
more frenzied than the last, and the wild, careening need that was consuming 
the two of them, began to rage out of their control. 

Their bellies met and parted with loud, ringing slaps, and the sound of 
their cries of delight rang loudly in their ears. Their nostrils were filled 
with the luscious odor of their passion and they both shuddered 
involuntarily as the tremors of bliss and ecstasy raced through them. 

Harder and faster Jake Wesley drove his manhood into his wife's eager 
channel. He pumped in and out of her wildly, hugging her buttocks with his 
fingers, pulling her hot, wet pit ruthlessly to his cock. 

Again and again the plunging shaft filled her trembling inner cave, and the 
woman felt the searing approach of her climax roaring through her flesh. She 
sobbed in aching passion, throwing herself against him fiercely, and 
shivered under the approach of the climax she had waited for. "Ohh, God, 
Jake, I'm going to come," she moaned, her voice completely broken with need. 
"Ummm, darling, going to come, come now so damn good at last!" 

Jake felt her inner walls undulating violently around his tool and he sensed 
the savage explosion building in her loins. He ground his belly hard against 
hers, feeling the on-rush of her passion sweeping suddenly across his aching 
shaft. 

She thrashed uncontrollably beneath him as the orgasm tore through her. She 
dug her nails into his shoulders, thrusting her belly hard against his own, 
surrendering completely to the powerful greed that was at last being 
satisfied. 

As the woman twisted and turned under his plunging manhood, Jake felt his 
own greedy wanting reaching a moment of savage ecstasy. The fierce, 
unrelenting pleasure was tearing through his balls, and the hot come 
suddenly exploding from his sack. 

He sobbed as the vicious spurts of steaming fluid pumped from his cock, 
splashing hotly against her inner flesh. He groaned, burying the bursting 
weapon deep in her pit, holding cruelly to her buttocks, then. 

"God, yeah, ohhhh, Nora, coming so fucking good," he moaned. He twisted and 
turned his spurting cock against her inner sleeve, the exquisite agony 
totally overwhelming him, then. "Coming, baby, yeah, I'm coming better now 
than ever before!" 

She held to him savagely, grinding her belly against his eagerly. She felt 
the pumping pressure of his release joining the tingling excitement of her 
own, and the sheer rapture of their orgasms made her feel weak and dizzy 
with relief. 

They lay on the bed, quaking violently as the last, lingering waves of 
pleasure rippled through their loins. His pounding manhood was still deep 
inside of her, and she was feeling a peace and contentment that she had not 
experienced in years. 

She kissed his shoulder lovingly, riding her nails up and down the length of 
his spine. He shivered with the tingling delight of her caress and sighed 
deeply as he kissed her tear-stained cheek. 

"I'm home, baby, I'm really home," he promised tenderly. "We'll never be 
apart again, I swear it, never!" 

She moaned, feeling the warmth of her lingering passion still rippling 
inside of her cave, as his cock lay trembling deep in her pit. The image of 
her daughter's face came racing into her mind, and she sobbed with guilt and 
regret. 

It didn't matter then, however, what had happened. It was a new beginning, 
now, she thought. Everything could change. She kissed his lips, 
affectionately, and sighed with absolute peace. 

"You couldn't have returned at a better time," she told him, honestly. 
"Believe me, darling Jake, you couldn't have come back to me any better." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

She had to tell him everything. It was the only thing she felt she could do. 
Even though she knew she might be risking all that had suddenly been 
returned to her, Nora could not have slept even a night in the same bed with 
him, if she did not reveal everything to her husband. 

The pain in the telling was almost as bad as it had been carrying her guilty 
secret. Her voice quivered and broke as she told him what had happened 
between her and Maria, for she feared he would reject her with horror and 
disgust, once he was informed of her horrible sin. 

She could not face him as she spoke, but had to turn away and gaze out the 
open window at the blinking stars that cut through the black night sky. She 
had no idea what he was thinking, and did not dare look at him until she was 
finished. 

Her voice was grim as she spoke, her words broken and forced, but she would 
not turn back, pushing herself to get it all out. From behind her, she could 
hear his breathing, labored but calm, his silence revealing nothing of his 
emotions to her anxious ears and trembling heart. 

"I didn't know how you would feel, or how you would react," she whispered 
dully, once she had finished. "I only knew that I had to tell you." 

"I understand," he said, evenly. "Believe me, Nora, I do understand!" 

She moaned. "I feel sick and disgusted with myself, torn apart inside. I 
can't explain why I did it, what led me to it, and I just want to die!" 

She felt his hands gripping her shoulders, turning her around to face him. 
"Never say that," he hissed brutally. "Never give in to such weakness. 
That's not the Nora Skarne I married, she'd never give up that easily." 

"Don't you hate me?" she wailed softly. "Don't you find me sickening and 
disgusting?" 

He laughed, coldly. "Believe me, Nora, when I tell you I have heard and seen 
a lot of things much worse than what you have told me," he whispered. "I 
have seen things you would not believe possible in my travels." 

"But ... but, I'm sick, I'm horrible," she sobbed, unable to keep from 
crying. "I ... I don't deserve to be in the same room with you!" 

"Stop it, God damn you," he snarled. "You're a lonely woman, with a troubled 
child, under her influence a lot more than she's under yours. It's not 
abnormal, it's totally understandable, I know it!" 

"God, Jake, hold me," she wailed. "Hold me tight, I'm so afraid." 

He held her in a fierce embrace, kissing the soft, moist flesh of her cheek, 
tenderly. "I'm back, honey, there's no need to worry now," he murmured 
tenderly. "We'll straighten her out, I promise you we will." 

Nora could not keep from shuddering violently in her husband's embrace. His 
soothing voice and comforting words did more to lift the burden she was 
carrying from her shoulders, than all her prayers or self-punishment ever 
could. She felt a strength pouring from him, filling her heart and mind with 
courage, and her crying was that of joy, now, rather than fear and despair. 

"What are we going to do, Jake, just what are we going to do?" she murmured 
fiercely. "I ... I can't do anything with her, I just can't!" 

"Softly, darling," he murmured quietly. "Very softly, now. We'll take care 
of little Maria, I swear it to you." 

"If she doesn't learn soon, she'll be ruined," Nora sobbed, thickly. "She'll 
turn into a horrible, vicious bitch if she doesn't learn soon." 

He laughed knowingly. "Don't worry baby," he promised. "We're going to teach 
her a little lesson, I promise you. It's about time my little girl went to 
school, I think. The school of life, I mean." 

As she walked up the steps of the porch, weaving a bit under the influence 
of the amount of beer she had drunk, Maria Wesley glared at the front door 
of her house, defiantly. They were in there, she thought, waiting for her. 

She laughed coldly. She was going to show them, show them both. The first 
thing to do would be to remind her mother where her pleasure and threat lay. 
Then she would work on the old man. 

She leaned against the railing of the porch for a moment, savoring her plan. 
First, she was going to seduce her mother again, just to keep the memory of 
her power fresh in the woman's mind. Then, when she had her first chance, 
she'd get down on the man, give him a taste of his own daughter's lips 
around his cock. It had just worked on Mark Blyer, it ought to work on him. 

Maria laughed savagely and rubbed her palms together. It was going to be 
fun, winding the two of them around her finger. Going to be a real treat 
making them dance to her music. 

Once she had both of them in her fist, they would have to do exactly what 
she said. They would be easy, she was certain, for they had the weakness of 
compassion and feeling, while she had burned that out of herself a long time 
ago. 

She fit the key into the lock and opened the door, stepping in, quietly. She 
shut the door behind her, and quickly made her way to the stairs leading to 
the second floor. The house was silent, and she assumed that they had both 
gone to bed. 

She climbed the stairs silently, pausing every so often to listen to the 
quiet and see if it was broken by anything other than her own, controlled 
breathing. There was no sound from above though and when she reached the 
second floor, she quickly made her way down the hall to her mother's 
bedroom. 

She peered in and was surprised to find the woman alone. She gazed at her 
for a moment, then turned away and checked the guest room. It too was empty, 
as was her bedroom when she reached it at last. 

She shrugged her shoulders and stripped off her sweater and skirt. In her 
underwear she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She quickly 
stripped off her undergarments and stepped under the soothing warm spray, 
finally relaxing. 

So the old lady sent him packing, she thought, grimly. She must have had a 
few choice words for him, I'll bet. Well, that only made it easier, she 
thought. Now, she only had the bitch to deal with. 

When she stepped out of the shower again, she inhaled the clean scent of her 
washed body and dried herself with a towel as she returned to her bedroom. 
She gasped as she saw her mother seated on her bed. 

"I ... I thought you were asleep, Mommy," she whispered quickly, taking on 
the voice and pose that always worked for her. "I ... I didn't want to wake 
you." 

Nora smiled coolly. "Did you have a good time at class?" she asked. "Did you 
get the part you wanted?" 

Eagerly, the young girl nodded. "Ohh, yes, Mister Blyer was happy to give it 
to me," she giggled, remembering the man's gasp of ecstasy as he popped his 
load into her sucking mouth. "He didn't want anyone else but me for it." 

Nora nodded absently. "I'm glad you had a nice time, darling," she 
whispered. "Because I think we have a few things to discuss, and I would 
like you to be in a pleasant mood when we do." Cautiously, the girl made her 
way around to the other side of the bed. She knotted the towel beneath her 
breasts and sat down at her dressing table to brush her hair. From the 
corner of her eye, she was watching her mother, intently. 

"Well, Mommy, what did you want to talk to me about?" she asked, innocently. 

Her mother shifted in place, loosening the sash about her robe. The girl 
could see her breasts rising and falling against the garment, damp with a 
bit of sweat from the warmth of the room. 

"It's about your attitude, darling," her mother whispered calmly. "About the 
very way you look at life itself." 

The girl grinned and nodded. "I know, Mommy, I know it's hard to 
understand," she sighed. She turned and regarded her mother squarely, then. 
"But you have to realize, I have to act and do things in this manner to get 
ahead." 

"You have to treat people as objects, you have to put fear into your own 
mother?" the woman hissed. "You have to act like those around you are just 
so many stones to be stepped on during your climb to the top?" 

The girl's eyes narrowed. "Don't insult me, Mommy," she murmured smoothly. 
"I hate it when you do it, please don't!" 

Nora shook her head, violently. "You're a cold, cruel girl, Maria," she 
hissed. "Someone has to melt the ice around your heart!" 

The girl laughed in delight. "Ohh, Mommy, don't be so upset," she giggled. 
"Everything is going to be fine, I'll take good care of you, I promise." 

She stood up then, and crossed over to the far side of the bed. She sat down 
on the blanket, running her hand back and forth across the surface of it, as 
she gazed under hooded eyes, at her mother's face. 

"Are you feeling lonely, Mommy," she murmured enticingly. "Are you feeling a 
little restless? Do you want me to give your back a massage?" 

The woman groaned, shivering as she watched her daughter tugging at the knot 
that held her towel around her. Her eyes were narrowed as the girl pulled 
the towel free and tossed it to the floor beside the bed. 

Her flesh was still moist from the shower she had taken, and her tiny, round 
breasts were a creamy white, topped by the rosy pink of her sweet, lovely 
nipples. The young girl chuckled warmly as she massaged the small pebbles 
between her fingers, making them expand into taut erections above her 
alabaster spheres. 

"Ummm, Mommy, I'll bet you want to do this, don't you?" she groaned, softly. 
"I'll bet you'd like to touch me, now, like we always do, and have me touch 
you, too!" 

She leaned over the bed, then and pulled on the sash to her mother's robe. 
It came loose and the garment parted, revealing Nora's nakedness beneath it. 
The woman's breasts were rising and falling with her labored breathing, and 
her nipples were already hard and stiff above her full, heavy globes. 

Giggling in a girlish manner, the teenager squirmed forward and drew up next 
to her mother, then. She pushed the robe off her mother's shoulders and ran 
her palms downward over the woman's heaving breasts. 

"Ummm, so soft and warm, I just love them, Mommy," she whispered teasingly. 
"Don't you love it when I touch you like this, I know you do!" 

She squeezed the big, soft globes in her fingers, then, and Nora shuddered 
as a spasm of pleasure rippled through her flesh. She felt the girl kneading 
her mounds, carefully, her tender thumbs flicking back and forth against her 
tingling nipples. 

The curious mixture of pain and pleasure rippled through Nora's flesh, 
teasingly, and a soft, quiet groan of delight escaped her lips as her 
daughter fondled her aching boobs. She felt the girl pinching her nipples 
between her thumbs and forefingers, and Nora shuddered violently in 
response. 

"God, God damn you, that's so good," she whispered harshly. "Damn you for 
that, Maria, damn you for how good it is!" 

The young girl laughed once more and allowed one of her hands to slither 
down along her mother's body to her tightly clenched thighs. Teasingly, she 
drove her hand between the damp, warm limbs and slowly forced them apart. 

"I'm going to make you feel so nice. Mommy," she cooed softly. "Going to 
make you feel real good, indeed!" 

Nora shivered violently once more as she felt the seeking fingers brushing 
against the lips of her vagina. A harsh, tingling delight rippled through 
her loins, and her thighs parted even wider under the insistent prongs. 

She shuddered as the girl kneaded her vaginal lips, briskly. She felt the 
girl rolling and turning them between her fingers, tapping rhythmically at 
her clit with the soft knob of her thumb. 

She gasped as the young girl bent forward and pressed her lips, greedily to 
her own. The soft, sweet taste of the girl's mouth on hers made the 
throbbing fire build in her cave, and Nora sighed, with an aching hunger as 
she felt the girl's tongue probing between her teeth, demandingly. 

Her own, flicking spear entwined around the girl's tender prong and the. 
lips mashed together in a greedy, soulful kiss. She felt the girl's fingers 
growing more insistent at her cunt and breasts, now fondling and caressing 
her with an urgent demand. 

"Ohh, that's so good, damn you, so good," Nora sighed. She felt the girl 
pushing her back on the bed, forcing her to lay down. "You're an evil little 
bitch, Maria, but I can't help but love you, anyway!" 

The girl laughed in delight, nodding her head intently. "To be sure, Mommy," 
she giggled. "But I know you love it so!" 

Her laughter was taunting and high pitched as she moved her lips over her 
mother's neck and breasts. The woman sobbed as the racing pleasure tore 
through her flesh, making her body tremble and jerk with a violent series of 
uncontrollable shudders. 

She felt Maria's fingers slithering up and down along the cleft between her 
pussy lips, pinching and tweaking her aching petals, ruthlessly. She moaned 
softly as the girl rode two fingers suddenly into her cave and buried them 
deep in her throbbing passage. The harsh, compelling wave of delight ripped 
through her, then, and she sobbed, her head bouncing against the pillow on 
the bed. 

Greedily, her daughter slid the fingers back and forth along the hot, 
gripping channel of her mother's cunt. She rolled and twisted the prongs 
against the woman's quaking inner flesh, enjoying the harsh, gasping moans 
that escaped her mother's lips. 

"Ummm, you're nice and hot and wet, Mommy," she giggled softly. "You're just 
dying for this, aren't you, Mommy, just dying for it, huh?" 

Pumping her fingers rhythmically in and out of Nora's tunnel, she opened her 
mouth and gathered one of the woman's hard, taut nipples between her teeth. 
Nora gasped as she felt the girl biting down on her imprisoned nugget, 
lashing at it savagely with the tip of her pointed tongue. 

Greedily, Maria sucked more of Nora's breast into her mouth, and pressed 
down hard against the damp, twitching clit beneath her thumb. She could feel 
her mother writhing in exquisite agony under her attack, and she laughed 
gruffly, as she sucked and lathered her breast. 

Her fingers pumped back and forth along the woman's cunt passage with 
increasing rhythm and force, now, turning briskly against the shimmering 
inner walls to bring the woman to the peak of ecstasy. 

From the way her flesh was undulating so violently against the plunging 
digits, the girl sensed her mother was reaching the point of climax much 
sooner than ever before, and she quickly began to kiss her way down to the 
hot, dripping channel. 

As her lips paused at the edge of Nora's pubic hair, the young girl 
whispered coldly against her flesh. "You belong to me, now, Mommy," she 
hissed. "You will always belong to me, from now on!" 

She felt a pair of hands suddenly taking hold of her arms from behind and 
she gasped in pain and shock as she felt her arms being forced up behind her 
back. A voice, harsh and cold hissed at her from over her shoulder. 

"Nobody belongs to anybody," snarled her father. She turned her head and 
stared at him in shock. "No one is anyone's slave, you have to learn that, 
Maria." 

"What ... what do you think you're doing?" she moaned, wildly. "Let go of 
me, damn it, let go of me, now!" 

She was struggling violently, trying to pull free of his grasp, but he only 
forced her arms upward a little further. She winced in pain and ceased 
fighting, and he eased the pressure off her arms a bit. 

"I'm going to teach you not to use people, Maria," he snarled coldly. "Just 
as you have been using others for your enjoyment, so are you going to be 
used for ours now. Perhaps you will learn something from it!" 

She gasped as he held both of her wrists in his hand, then shuddered in 
horror as she heard his zipper being drawn down with a cruel, vicious hiss. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

She squirmed violently as she felt the hard, throbbing warmth of his shaft 
nestling against the cleft between her buttocks. His free hand slithered 
down over the soft, warm half moons and slipped between them. 

"What ... what are you going to do?" she groaned, thickly. "Ohh, God, you 
... no ... you can't!" 

"Just pay attention to your job, little girl," Jake Wesley snarled. "You 
wanted to please your mother, now get to working doing that!" 

He pushed her arms upward and she gasped in pain, moving her lips suddenly 
down over her mother's taut, pulsating belly. Her tongue lathered the taut, 
erect clit that throbbed at her mother's mound, and the woman gasped with a 
seething delight. 

"That's right, honey," he father chuckled softly. "Eat your mommy, eat her 
good. While you're doing that, you can satisfy me, here!" 

She winced with the savage pain of his finger suddenly pushing against her 
anal entrance. The throbbing hurt was vivid and sharp, searing the flesh of 
her bum as he twisted and turned the digit against her ruby dot. 

Maria squirmed helplessly, groaning in pain as she felt Jake forcing his 
finger into the virginal tunnel of her rectum. She moaned wildly, lifting 
her head from her mother's cunt and gasping in agony. 

"Ohh, no, don't, it hurts, don't," she sobbed, shuddering uncontrollably, 
then. "God, Mommy, make him stop, make him stop!" 

Her father laughed viciously and thrust his finger deep into her anal 
tunnel. The pain made her scream in agony and thrash wildly against her 
mother's belly. She felt him drive the spear deep into her bum, then, 
twisting and turning it, until it was buried to the hilt in her tender 
asshole. 

"You're going to learn, my dear girl, not to toy with people's affection," 
he growled at her. "You're going to learn that no one has the right to abuse 
another! And you're going to learn that lesson, painfully!" 

He pushed her head down against her mother's cunt again and began to pump 
his finger savagely in and out of her bum tunnel. She gasped and shuddered, 
groaning with the fierce and unrelenting agony of his assault. 

Her lips trembled at her mother's mound, then, and she felt the woman 
pushing her head down between her thighs. Sobbing she flicked her tongue at 
her mother's clit and the woman's thighs locked tightly around her head. 

As her father powered his finger in and out of her rectal channel, he 
twisted and turned the digit cruelly against her throbbing inner flesh. She 
shivered and quaked, moaning with the pain that was roaring in her flesh, 
and lathered her mother's cunt with a terrified frenzy. 

Faster and harder her father pumped his finger into her bottom. She was 
squirming under the attack, her breathing harsh and erratic as she felt his 
cock throbbing against her buttocks, growing huge and hard with each passing 
moment. 

"Love is giving, little girl, not taking," he snarled at her. "Love is 
thinking what you can do for someone, not what you can get from them." 

He was rubbing his shaft back and forth against the swell of her buttocks, 
now, gasping as his own passion rose quickly in his loins. At her lips, her 
mother's cunt petals were quaking violently, and the hot, damp fluid of her 
wanting was filling the girl's mouth with its delicious taste. 

She rode her tongue deep into her mother's pussy, then, and flicked it back 
and forth against the trembling inner walls of her hot, slippery channel. 
The woman moaned in ecstasy and thrust her pussy hard against her daughter's 
face, gasping at the waves of stinging delight that were assaulting her 
fevered inner flesh. 

Hungrily, the girl buried her tongue deep in her mother's cunt, and sucked 
greedily on the swollen petals of her cave. Behind her, she felt her father 
forcing the hole of her bum wide, and pulling his cock down to the gaping 
entrance. 

She shuddered in fear and agony as he pushed the huge, knobby head of his 
cock against her rectal opening, thrusting forward savagely to penetrate the 
wet, tight sleeve. 

The pain was more fierce and intense than anything she could have ever 
imagined and the girl wailed in agony as the man brutally drove into her. 
She felt the massive prong forcing her inner flesh to expand way beyond 
their normal limits, and the sweat of suffering burst out over her quivering 
flesh. 

Jake moaned in pleasure as his daughter's rectal muscles expanded and 
contracted wildly around his plunging tool. He shuddered with delight, 
bucking forward and burying the shaft to the hilt inside of her bum, while 
he took a firm hold on her smooth, tapered hips. 

"Feel the pain of being a bitch, honey?" he laughed coldly. "Do you feel it? 
Remember it, Maria, remember what happens to those that mistreat others. 
They always pay in the end, especially the end!" 


 The End
