As springtime blossomed around us, I was well into my second year as a whore, working for a cabal of my hometown’s most wealthy and influential citizens, happily expanding my horizons and capabilities as a born slut while ensuring that my family’s home remained secure — the cabal paying our extensive mortgage each month and me making as much in tips as I had ever made in any job in my previous life. Things seemed to be going well. Donnie had somewhat accepted his role as a cuckold — still acting angry with me for being such a whorish slattern, but always waiting eagerly each time I returned from an assignment of fucking and sucking to have his way with me, relishing my cum filled cunt and ass almost as much as I did.
Our oldest daughter was about to graduate from high school, a beautiful eighteen year old girl, on the brink of glorious womanhood. Tara had been accepted into a good university and between scholarships and some of my tips, we were going to be able to provide her the chance to go. Our younger children were growing up fast and happy, Donnie Junior nearing age fifteen was quickly shaping up into a fine young man.
Then the bottom dropped out…again. We should have seen it coming…Mister Richards had hinted that something was amiss months earlier when he’d first come to Sunday dinner. One day, Donnie came home, sullen and anguished, not speaking for hours before he finally told me that his company had gone belly up. They’d all received two weeks severance pay and pink slips, locking the gates behind them. Now since the economy had gone into recession, Donnie had not been bringing in more than half salary, but that combined with my extra earning from whoring had been more than enough — we’d even salted some money away for Tara’s education and an emergency fund, but now…
As Tara’s graduation drew close, things were tense around the house. Tara was a bright girl and she knew that things were going to get more difficult again. She began dropping hints that maybe she would put off college for a year or two, maybe going to the local community college instead and her good natured willingness to sacrifice her hopes and dreams for the family nearly broke my heart.
I began thinking of going to Mister Richards and see if I could increase the days I could work in exchange for more money. Failing that, I thought about seeing John at the XXXtreme Adult Bookstore and working out a deal to work my off days sucking cock in one of his glory hole booths. I had enjoyed it the few times I had done it in exchange for sluttish outfits from their clothing boutique. Sucking cock wasn’t a chore to me, it was a pleasure and I never ceased to marvel at the incredible variety to the taste of men’s semen…each one unique and special and most of all, delicious.
Two weeks before Tara graduated, I’d made up my mind to discuss my dilemma with Mister Richards and it was weighing heavily on my mind, albeit buoyed by the anticipation I always had when going to the bank to suck Mister Richards’ fine cock. I strolled through the bank lobby, always feeling eyes following me, and even though I wasn’t dressed for whoring, wearing a simple summer dress — a light cotton flowery print with spaghetti straps that left my shoulders bare, I always wondered how many of the bank’s employees knew what I was arriving to do.
It didn’t bother me…it actually created arousal in me to imagine that they all knew that immediately upon closing the door behind me in the bank manager’s office, I’d be getting naked and sucking their boss’s cock. Truth be told, I was half in love with the sixty-something, potbellied man. He might not have had a matinee idol’s face, but he was charismatic and powerful and he knew it.
Lilly Fox, his luscious secretary was at her post and smiled at me as I approached and beyond her usual smirk was a frank appraisal and expression of interest as she gazed at my luscious body tightly contained in the summer dress. For my part, I was wet with anticipation, knowing that in a minute or two, I’d be on my knees and likely tasting her cunt on Mister Richard’s long, hard cock. Nodding at me, she picked up her phone, pushed a button and said in a husky voice, “Sir, your two o’clock is here.” Lilly winked at me as she nodded at the reply and then hanging up the phone said, “Go right in, Sonya…he’s been anxiously awaiting you.”
I passed her desk and entered Mister Richards’ office, closing the door behind me before I realized he wasn’t alone. Two cushioned chairs were drawn up in front of his desk, reminding of the first time I’d been in here, with Donnie, when Mister Richards had offered me the opportunity to be his whore. In one chair sat a woman with sandy blonde hair. There was something very familiar in her posture and profile. Mister Richards beamed at me and said, “Ah, Sonya. We were just discussing you and looking forward to your arrival. Please take a seat.”
I quickly strutted across the room, hips rolling naughtily as I walked over in my sandaled wedge-heeled shoes. I turned at the chairs and stopped abruptly as I looked down at Mister Richards’ guest. The woman had been staring into her lap, but now looked up quickly to face me, her blue eyes bright in her blushing face. I brought my hand to my mouth and gasped, “Tara…what are you doing here?”
“That would be the topic at hand, wouldn’t it,” said Mister Richards in a smug and pleased voice. He gestured to the empty seat. “Please have a seat, my dear.”
I groped for the empty chair, my eyes never leaving my daughter’s red face. A jumble of emotions rocketed about my brain as I dealt with suddenly dampened lust…literally disappointed that I wasn’t already on my knees between the banker’s legs and wondering just what the hell my daughter was doing here. It didn’t help that amidst all my confusion over the surprising situation, my recently expanded libido was taking in my daughter’s attractive outfit and her burgeoning sexuality.
Tara was dressed in a black and gold miniskirt, short enough to show off her toned and muscular legs and tight enough to mold itself around her luscious young and firm breasts, but not so immodest to be out of place. Her high heels were sexy, but not outlandish or slutty. She’d brushed her long, sandy blonde hair until it gleamed, falling down over her shoulders and framing her lovely face perfectly. She was lovely and sexy in a young woman’s sort of way and she made me wet between my legs as she had done so many times over recent months whenever my increasingly naughty thoughts turned towards her..
“Tara?” I started again as I sat down. “What are you doing here…now?”
My daughter face was nearly crimson and she finally broke our gaze, looking down into her lap again as she murmured, “Mom…I…”
Mister Richards jumped into the conversation, such as it was, saying, “Tara and I have been discussing college, Sonya. I don’t have to tell you how intelligent she is. If she does follow through on pursuing a degree in business, perhaps even obtaining her M.B.A., why, there is no end to what she might do”
I felt honest pride as I replied, “I know. I am very proud of her.” Tara raised her head and gave me a grateful smile.
“Alas, that the current economy throws so many obstacles in our young folks’ path,” said Mister Richards…pausing to give a heartfelt sigh. “Young Tara here has come in to discuss how we might be able to circumvent such obstacles.” He paused again to grin knowingly at me…letting the import of his words sink in.
“Really?” I replied, feeling my pulse quicken even as the specter of what I felt might be coming began to materialize.
“Absolutely and she had done it on her own.” Mister Richards leaned forward and said, “As I already said, Tara is quite intelligent. Despite our relative discretion, she has ferreted out your mode of employment and is making inquiries of being engaged in a similar fashion.”
“Really?” I said again, my voice scarcely above a whisper. Now, I had long suspected that Tara had figured out what I did for a living, how could she not between the occasional glimpses of my more naughty work outfits and the sometimes loud arguments between Donnie and me. Still, having it out there in the open was a powerful thing and to my amazement, a bit of a turn on. “You understand everything, Tara?” I said, my voice still barely audible.
My daughter nodded and said, “You have sex with men…and women maybe, for money. Her blue eyes glimmered with something that was unreadable as she said matter of factly, “Mom, you’re a whore.”
“An exceptional whore, Tara,” interjected Mister Richards. “Your mother is one of the most adventurous and talented sluts it’s ever been my privileged to fuck, young lady.” He added in an almost scolding tone, “And in doing so, she has kept your family from losing the home you’ve grown up in and being turned out into the streets.”
Tara glanced at him and nodded before returning her gaze to me, her face starting to return to normal even though she was nervous and breathing heavy, her full, firm breasts heaving under her dress. “I know. I’m…fine with it, Mom.” She stopped and licked her lips. “I actually think it’s hot. It’s turned me on for months knowing what you do…knowing you go out and fuck all those men.”
It was my turn to blush now, hearing my daughter say these things so openly. I reached out and took her hand in mine as we faced each other. “You’re not ashamed of me, baby? You don’t mind me being a whore?”
Tara shook her head and squeezed my hand harder. “Not in the least, Mom. It makes me excited and…” She paused for a moment and flashed an embarrassed grin at me. “And it makes me a bit relieved to know I’m not all that abnormal…that thinking and doing such nasty things runs in the family.”
Mister Richards raised an eyebrow in surprise at her words and I was even taken a bit aback. “What do you mean, Tara?”
She hesitated before speaking, but then looked me right in the eye and said, “I think I take after you, Mom. Just the thought of being someone’s slut, doing whatever they tell me too, makes me wet. Knowing that you’ve done it and God, its obvious that you love it, well…it makes me think I could do it too.”
“Hence, the matter at hand, Sonya,” said Mister Richards. “Before you walked in, Tara and I had agreed to some basic plans. We…my associates and I will underwrite any expenses that Tara will have in college not covered by her scholarships, along with a stipend for those little unexpected things that occur.”
I turned to look at him in surprise. “You mean, at the university?”
“Absolutely. Tara is too bright and promising to waste away at the local community college.” He smiled at us both. “In exchange, Tara will, during the summer months, make herself available for um, assignments, three days a week as well as twice a week during all breaks and once a week while attending the university, she will be available to meet and, shall we say, recreate with one of our distinguished members of their faculty or alma mater.” His smile evolved into something of a leer. “My colleagues and I have a mutual support agreement with certain influential members of that scholarly community.”
I felt my stomach do a flip-flop as different aspects of my personality were feeling conflicted about this. The old fashioned mother in me wanted to grab my daughter’s hand and run away and hide her someplace safe from all the carnal appetites that existed in the world. The whorish slut in me quivered with lust excitement at the thought of my little girl doing all sorts nasty things to sate those carnal appetites. The part of me that was both mother and whore wanted to do all those awful and lewd things with her.
“Tara…are you absolutely sure about this?” I said, trying to sound calm and reasonable. “This is a world unlike anything you can imagine…not necessarily bad, but so very, very different from anything you might have done before.”
“Your mother is correct,” added Mister Richards. “This is not like giving up your virginity in your boyfriend’s car or going down on him at the drive-in theater. You will give yourself over to us heart and soul, happily willing to do whatever we demand of you.”
Tara was silent for a long minute, her gaze steady, shifting to look at us with what I could describe only as youthful confidence before she finally replied, “I’ll be honest…I’m scared to death, but I’m also excited…” Her face began to blush again. “Mom, I’m wet already just trying to imagine what I might be doing with people I’ve never even met.” She squeezed my hand and said, “You’ve done so much for our family and I know you plan to try and do more to help me, but it’s time for someone to help you shoulder this burden.”
My daughter sat up more erect, causing her young, firm breasts to jut out further and looked at our banker and said, “I’m your girl, Mister Richards. I want this job.”
Through tear blurred eyes, I watched Mister Richards smile happily and said, “I am so happy to hear that…now let’s put it to the test. Please take off your clothes, Tara.” He pushed back from his desk and walked around it and over to the couch, his erection prominent in his tailored slacks. Tara turned to watch him, growing wide-eyed as he dropped his pants to the floor before sitting down, his erection waving in the air.
Before he could bark a command for her to strip as he had had to do with me my first time, I snapped at her, surprised at the strength and lust in my own voice, “Tara…Mister Richards told you to get naked…DO IT NOW!”
My daughter flinched at my raised voice, but quickly jumped to her feet, murmuring, “Yes, Mom…sorry,” as she reached back and undid a button at the back of the dress and quickly yanked it over her head. To my surprise, she was wearing a sexy black half-cup bra and G-string that contrasted well with her still winter pale skin…her flawless flesh almost like alabaster. I felt the first burnings of pure incestuous desire ignite between my legs as I admired my daughter’s lovely body.
“Go on,” I said, nodding my head to prod her on. Tara nodded in reply and unsnapped the front of her bra, freeing her large and firm breasts, making me feel a bit wistful at how they seemed to defy gravity. Her nipples greatly resembled mine, not quite as large and not showing the signs of nursing three children. They were swollen to the point of bursting, almost visibly pulsating with excitement. Tara then slipped her panties off, the dark gusset not betraying her arousal unlike her lovely labia which were in full blossom, red and gleaming wet against bare skin. I hadn’t even known that my daughter shaved her pubic hair.
“Very good, Tara,” sighed Mister Richards, his eyes feasting on her luscious body. “Sonya, if you would.”
Without hesitation, I brushed my spaghetti straps off my shoulders and wiggled out of my dress, letting it pool to the floor around my feet.” Tara gasped, “Mom!” as she was shocked by the fact that under my summer dress I was totally naked. A grin broke out on her face as she saw that I was aroused as she was — my pussy lips spread wide and dripping with my arousal below my trimmed bush.
We stepped towards each other, my arm going around her waist as our thighs pressed together. I turned in slightly towards her making my meaty breast brush against her firmer and not quite as large tit. “What do you think, sir?” I asked as we posed for Mister Richards.
He gave us an evil grin and said, “A vision of unparalleled loveliness,” he said as his cock jerked up a little more. “Now, my sluts, to your hands and knees. Come crawling to your master.”
Tara looked at me with her eyebrows raised, but quickly followed me to the floor. “Pretend you’re some sexy, wild panther stalking your prey,” I whispered to her before slowly making my way to Mister Richards. Tara followed obediently, mimicking my every move until we were both kneeling before our employer.
After savoring our submissive stance for a bit, Mister Richards looked at Tara and said gravely, “My dear — have you ever sucked a man’s cock before?”
Tara glanced at me, her red face growing even darker before she said, “Yes, Mister Richards, I have. I’ve um, sucked three different cocks.” Her quick confession left me a little surprised. I wasn’t surprised that she had some experience…she’d dated the Baker boy for nearly two years before they broke up last month.
“Really, pray tell your mother and me who they are.”
Tara gave me a weak grin and then said, “Well…Bobby Baker, my ex-boyfriend, Dan Jones — a teen guidance counselor at church camp, and um…” She looked down for a moment before again facing us, “Mister Brandford, my Calculus teacher.” I gasped in surprise and then gasped again as Tara shrugged her shoulders and said, “I was two points from an ‘A,’ Mom. I wanted that grade!”
Mister Richards chuckled and said, “Well, we’re glad you’re not a total novice…not that it mattered. I doubt your mother had sucked that many dicks when she started working for us, but Sonya here is a natural born cocksucker. Show her what I mean, Sonya.”
I never hesitated, feeling a new and delicious level of pleasure coursing through my veins as I rose up and took Mister Richards in my mouth as my daughter looked on. I heard her take a sudden breath and then sigh, “Oh, Mom!” as she let it out. I rolled my tongue wickedly around Mister Richards, cock head and then looking sidelong at Tara, gave her a wicked wink as I plunged my lips downward, taking all of his sizeable penis into my mouth down into my throat with practiced ease. I began to work my way up and down his cock, keeping my lips wrapped tight around his big dick as I tongued and sucked him, relishing the taste of Lilly Fox’s pussy on him as I always did.
Mister Richards’ fingers became intertwined in my dark hair as he demonstrated to my daughter how he could control my movements, communicating with scant touch alone his particular desires for more sucking here, more tongue there. Finally, with commanding force, he yanked my head back, his cock sliding from between my lips with a wet pop, leaving me gasping for breath. “Quite the cocksucker, eh, Tara?” the older man chuckled.
Tara seemed suitably impressed by my demonstration of oral loving, her eyes wide with wonder at watching her mother go down on a man. “Wow…Mom, you were awesome!”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I gasped, feeling pussy juice nearly gushing from between my legs.
“Now, Tara…let’s see if you’ve inherited your mother’s natural ability,” said Mister Richards, his voice indicating that this was a command, not a request.
Tara moved a little closer to him, rising up as she did and carefully wrapping her hand around the base of his cock as she lowered her head. I watched approvingly as she kept her eyes raised to look into his as she came closer to his cock. “So big!” she whispered, her breath making his cock twitch.
“Bigger than your father,” I blurted out, shocked and surprised that I had opened my mouth and said those words. I hadn’t a clue why I’d said it.
Tara broke eye contact with Mister Richards and whipped her head around to look at me, a look of surprise on her face that slowly gave way to a sly grin. “Really, Mom?” After I nodded, grinning as I did so, Tara again turned her attention to Mister Richards. “Well, it’s certainly the biggest dick I’ve ever had in my hand,” she said in a little girl’s voice just before she opened her mouth and slid her lips over the headMister Richards let out a satisfied moan as she lingered over the crown of his cock, finally reaching out to stroke her long, sandy-blonde hair as he smiled at me and said, “Your daughter has a lovely and talented tongue, my dear.”
Tara’s eyes beamed up at him in response to his praise and after another minute’s ministrations of her tongue on his cock head, my daughter proceeded to give Mister Richards an enthusiastic, albeit sloppy blowjob. She sucked most of him into her mouth before choking and having to back off, but she recovered nicely, running her tongue up and down his long shaft, licking the swollen head like it was the world’s most delicious ice cream cone and continuing stubbornly to try and deep throat the older man, almost succeeding once or twice.
Sweat broke out on Mister Richards’ brow as she never relented, her eyes on him constantly, only sparing me a brief glance once in a while to confirm that I was looking on proudly and lovingly as she sucked his cock. After several minutes, he spoke up, his voice betraying his need to climax. “Tara, listen to me carefully. When I cum, do not swallow and do not spit it out. Hold my sperm in your mouth, savor the taste, but under no circumstances swallow.”
Tara gave him a slight nod as she sucked to indicate that she understood. Her lips retreated up his long cock until she was holding only the head between her luscious lips. My daughter’s cheeks hollowed out somewhat as she sucked him more forcefully and I watched with glee and awe as my oldest child made Mister Richards gasp and moan and finally cry out, “I’m cumming, you sweet little slut!”
His body shook and trembled with each ejaculation, his fingers entangled in Tara’s sandy hair, holding her mouth in place as she continued to suck, her eyes glowing with triumph and perhaps pleasure as she accepted his hot semen into her mouth. Finally, with a pleased groan, Mister Richards yanked Tara’s head back and off his cock, a wet string of spit and semen following her lips, finally snapping to splatter between her firm breasts.
My daughter kept her mouth open, showing us the thick blobs of semen pooled on her tongue, showing Mister Richards that she could obey his commands. He grinned down at her and said, “You were marvelous, Tara…now, kiss your mother and share my semen with her.”
Tara made a strange noise deep down in her throat as his request caught her off guard, but didn’t resist as I turned towards her, moving on my knees until I could put my arms around her, our naked breasts mashing deliciously against each other. I could see amazement and lust and even a little fear in her eyes as I pressed my lips against hers.
I could feel her heart beating wildly beneath her breasts as I hugged her tightly to me and slipped my tongue into her mouth to roll over her semen covered tongue, lapping up Mister Richard’s seed, so wonderfully familiar but with a slightly different taste…one that I knew instinctively, recognizing it as my own flesh and blood.
Tara moaned into my mouth and then moaned again as her tongue responded to mine, coming to life to twirl and dance around mine as we passed Mister Richards’ sweet and salty tasting sperm back and forth between us, the kiss growing more intense as my daughter’s arms came up to embrace me, pulling me tighter against her, her hard nipples poking into my soft, meaty tits.
Since my first assignment for Mister Richards, I had discovered my lust for women, but this surpassed any desire I had had before and I knew almost instinctively that it was the familial connection coming into play. I had been aroused by my experiences with others practicing incest, most notable with Mister Stockman and his daughter, Jane, but now to be kissing my own daughter…not a motherly kiss, but a passionate, sapphic kiss, sharing a man’s semen, I felt my pussy quiver, flirting with orgasm without any direct stimulation.
Finally, Mister Richards said in a voice tinged with regret, “Time, ladies. You may both swallow now.” It was with great hesitation that I did so…the first time I had ever reluctantly followed one of his commands. My daughter and I broke the kiss, pulling back to see each other’s lips shiny with each other’s saliva and Mister Richards’ semen.
“Have you ever kissed a woman before, Tara?” Mister Richards asked.
My daughter nodded slowly and said, “A few times…me and some girlfriends at sleepovers and stuff.” Her voice was soft, almost cowed as she kept glancing at me with amazement and longing. My hand was slowly caressing her arm, maintaining some sort of physical contact.
“Have you ever licked pussy before, my dear?”
Tara’s eyes were again wide with surprise as she slowly shook her head and whispered, “No.”
Mister Richards leaned forward, “Now I know that if I asked your mother to put her face between your legs and eat you until you were screaming with pleasure, she would do it….I can see it in her face that she’s dying to lick your sweet little cunt right now. If I told you to put your tongue into your mother’s pussy and lick her until you were practically drowning in her cunt cream, what would you do?”
Tara licked her lips and said in a quavering voice, “I’d do whatever you commanded me to do.” She looked at me and said, “I’d love to find out what Mom tastes like.”
“Wonderful, wonderful,” Mister Richards chortled. “Well, then. Let us get busy then.” My heart was beating wildly as I expected him to order us into a sixty-nine position, but he surprised me by standing up and saying, “If you would, Sonya,” pointing to his pants pooled around his ankles.
I recovered quickly and pulled his slacks back up, pausing to nuzzle his now semi-erect penis against my cheek and lips before tucking it in, earning a naughty grin from my daughter. After I buckled his belt, he moved briskly back to his desk, saying, “You lovely ladies get dressed…I need to make a phone call.” He pushed a button and said, “Lilly, get me Steven Dechane on the phone, please.”
He looked up, the phone cradled on his shoulder. “I should’ve asked before now, but Tara, are you a virgin? Be totally honest, now.”
It was a bit odd to see my daughter who’d just sucked the cum out of a man’s cock who was three times his age, blush, but she did, her face growing red again as she said, “Yes, I am.” She grinned defiantly at my surprised face and said, “I’m still cherry with my hymen intact.”
For the first time since I’d known him, Mister Richards seemed surprised, but he recovered quickly as someone came on line. As my daughter and I got dressed, we listened as he talked. “Steve? Louis here. My boy, I do believe we need to make some changes for our entertainment and subject for the charity auction…yes, our Sonya will still be the entertainment and subject, but I’m now going to sweeten it. Not only will our championship whore be on the auction block, but her daughter as well…Yes, I’m damn serious. Eighteen years old and a virgin, Steve…yes, her name is Tara, how did you…I see, she’s on the high school soccer team with your daughter…Yes, she is lovely…I’m thinking we’re going to see six figures…Absolutely…So, you spread the word, eh…They’ll all be coming to see something most have only dreamed about…Right, see you Saturday.”
As he talked, we were dressing, both of us intensely curious as to what he was referring to. He eyeballed us as we gathered our clothes together, taking advantage of the moment to steal a few caresses and touches of each other’s bodies…my palms sliding over Tara’s swollen nipples as I helped her put her bra back on, my fingers brushing against her swollen labia which her G-string was ineffectual in covering up.
“Now, now…control yourselves, ladies. Have a seat,” he said as he hung up his phone. I have a proposal for you Tara…your first assignment and your Saturday assignment as well, Sonya.” We both took our seats, reaching out to each other and holding hands, both of us curious and a bit nervous.
Mister Richards leaned forward and said, “Sonya, originally, I was planning to serve you up as the entertainment at the Superior Club’s annual charity auction as well as being the subject of the auction…the high bidder has you for the night.” I nodded. The Superior Club was a local civic organization made up of the most powerful and influential people in the county…they sponsored many worthy charities year round.
He grinned evilly and continued, “But, Tara’s decision to join our little enterprise changes everything. You two will have a joint assignment. First, you two will star as the evening’s entertainment — offering everyone in attendance the opportunity to witness the first time you two make love to each other.”
“Omigod,” I breathed, feeling my daughter’s hand tighten around my fingers.
Mister Richards nodded. “Yes, Omigod indeed! We’ve never had a mother and daughter give a lesbian performance before. I myself can barely wait.” He held up a hand and said, “Secondly, Tara, we will be auctioning off a night to be with you and your mother along with having the privilege to be your first…to take your virginity.”
Tara made a squeaking noise and looked at me, a silly grin on her face, but a grin that told me that all this was suddenly and terrifyingly real to her. She started to respond, but Mister Richards held up his hand and said, “If you offer up your cherry for this worthy charity, your first year’s college is paid for.”
We both gasped. Tara laughed and said gushingly, “Yes! Absolutely, sir!” She turned to me and squealed, “My first year paid for, Mom!” She let go of my hand and was on her feet and around the desk before either of us could react, hugging Mister Richards and kissing him repeatedly on the face.
Mister Richards was flabbergasted by her enthusiastic response, finally calming her down by groping at her breasts and kissing her on the lips, his tongue having a settling effect on her…or at least focusing her passion more precisely. Finally, he broke the kiss, coming out of his seat and forcefully spinning her around and sending her away with a playful slap on the ass. “Enough, my dear. Away with you and your mother before I decide to fuck you right here and now and deny our charity all that potential money.”
I saw him glance at the closed door and I knew that we were being dismissed. I stood up and smiled gratefully at our banker and benefactor and steered Tara towards the door. “Saturday then, Sonya. Six o’clock at the Superior Club…you know where it’s located, yes?”
“Yes, Mister Richards,” I replied. Everyone in town knew it, an austere, yet grand old brick building in the downtown business district. I’d never been inside, but I was anxious to see have the experience.
He shook his finger at us playfully, but his commanding voice was brooking no argument as he said, “Now, feel free to kiss each other all you want, but no fingering or licking until Saturday…we want to be honest when we say this will be your first time as lovers!”
We left his office and dazedly nodded as we walked past Lilly Fox and on out of the building. Tara rode home with me, having gotten a ride down to the bank from a classmate. For several minutes, we drove silently, both of us still trying to digest what had been done and said inside Mister Richards’ office.
Suddenly, I veered off the road, pulling into the very same deserted parking lot where I had once gone down on Tara’s father after the first time I’d sucked off Mister Richard’s cock. I turned the car off and scooted around in my seat to look at my eldest child. “Tara, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?”
She looked back at me with her face glowing with excitement, reminding me of so many Christmases when she would descend the stairs to see what Santa had left her under the tree. “Mom, I am so fucking wet. I cannot believe how excited I am. I don’t understand why more people don’t think about sex like this. I know now why you’re so much happier than you ever were before.”
I nodded, acknowledging the truth about myself. “I know, Tara, but I am a whore…it took me all these years to discover that about myself, but baby, you’re still practically a child.”
Tara reached out, surprising me as she placed both her hands on my cheeks. “And I’m the daughter of a whore…maybe the world’s greatest whore and ever since I’ve understood that, all I can think about is being like you, Mom. I love you and I want you. I want your life and I want to discover what it feels like to have your mouth on me…your tongue in me…to feel a big cock inside me, making me cum my brains out.” Tara smiled at me as she added, “I might not be a whore yet, Mom, but I want to be. I want to be every bit the cumslut, pussy licking whore you are.”
I was struck by the earnestness in my daughter’s voice…the passion and the hunger, seeing in her eyes the same thing I saw in mine every time I looked in the mirror. I felt my eyes misting up again as I replied, “Thank you, Tara.” I leaned over and kissed her, her tongue slipping out to greet mine and draw it back into her mouth.
We kissed for several minutes, pausing only when I felt her hands cup my breasts through my dress. I pulled back, gasping, “I want you so much, baby.”
Tara nodded, sighing, “I want you too, Mom…I want to know what you taste like.”
We stared at each other hungrily and then simultaneously began to laugh. “We better get going,” I giggled, “Or some police officer’s going to find my face buried between your legs.”
Tara shivered at my teasing comment, but then grew a little more serious. “Mom…what about Daddy?”
I immediately sobered up and sighed. “Yeah, he’s going to be very pissed about this. You’re his little darling.”
Tara smirked and said, “You mean he wants to fuck me, right?”
I opened my mouth and then closed it, trying to remember how to speak. My god, but our daughter had grown perceptive. Finally, I replied, “Um, yeah. You’ve picked up on it, huh?”
She nodded and replied, “Oh yeah, I feel his eyes on me all the time and a few times I’ve heard my name come up when you’ve let him fuck you after you’ve been out whoring.” Tara paused a moment, giving me an odd and questioning look. “If I understand this all correctly, Daddy’s maybe more of a freak than you are, Mom.”
I was totally speechless, realizing how that either Donnie and I had not been as good as we’d thought at concealing our increasingly evolving relationship or that I had seriously underestimated how bright our daughter was. Tara prompted me into responding by saying, “I know Daddy gives you hell for all the whoring, but it turns him on too, doesn’t it? He even likes to watch Mister Richards fucking you, doesn’t he?”
I heaved a great sigh and said, “I don’t know if he actually likes it, but me being unfaithful…being with other men and women too, I guess, does turn him on more than just about anything. I don’t understand it, him getting off on being what they call being ‘cuckolded,’ but it does excite him.” I gave my daughter a sly smile and added, “Almost as much as it excites me to cuckold him.”
Tara nodded and said, “I think I sort of understand. When we tell him, Mom, let me handle it. I think I know what to do.”
I reached out and stroked her face. “My sweet baby, you’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you.”
My daughter shrugged her shoulders and replied, “I guess…more like I’ve been dreaming about it for a long time.” Her words, the timbre of her voice filled with hungry anticipation nearly made me cream my pussy right then and there. A part of me anxiously wanted to get to Saturday night as soon as possible, even though a nastier part of me was anxious to see how we would deal with her father.
Telling Donnie didn’t take all that long. Friday night, we grilled burgers out on the patio and afterwards, sat out and admired the starry night. Donnie Junior went off to a friend’s house to play computer games and our littlest one went to bed. Tara and I gathered up the dirty paper plates and utensils and were waiting for my husband when he came in from cleaning and covering the grill. He had a moping expression on his face as he did most of the time these days, his face only brightening a little as he spared his daughter an appreciative glance as she washed the few dirty items left over in the sink.
Tara was wearing a short denim skirt and a tight T-shirt that molded itself around her firm, youthful breasts with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. I saw her smile to herself, somehow sensing that he was watching the subtle, teasing roll of her hips as she shifted from one foot to another. Finally, our daughter glanced coyly at her father and said, “Daddy, can we talk for a bit…it’s about school.”
A dark cloud passed over Donnie’s face and he heaved a great sigh and said, “I suppose we need to, honey. I ain’t been looking forward to it.” He dropped heavily into a kitchen chair, glancing at me a little shamefacedly.
Tara dried her hands on a kitchen towel and turned to face us both, leaning against the sink counter, thrusting her breasts out proudly. “Daddy, I know that things have gotten tougher again and you’ve been worried about how I can still go to the university, but…”
I’m sorry we can’t do it, sweetheart,” Donnie blurted out, interrupting our daughter. He threw up his hands and continued, “Maybe in a year or so, but until then, I think going to the community college is what you’ll have to do.” He tried to look into Tara’s eyes, but couldn’t manage it, lowering his gaze to her shapely legs.
“Daddy,” Tara began again patiently. “What I wanted to say is that you don’t have to worry any more. I’ve figured out a way to pay for school…to pay for everything.”
Donnie’s head rose sharply as he gazed first at Tara and then at me in disbelief. “E-Everything? How…how is that possible? Did you get another scholarship?”
I took a deep breath and held it as Tara smiled sweetly at her father and after a moment’s hesitation, said in a rush of words, “Daddy, I’m going to start working for Mister Richards just like Mom does.”
I slowly let the breath hiss between my lips as I exhaled, watching the words go from being meaningless to being completely comprehended, Donnie’s expression going from surprise to slack confusion to darkly furious in the span of a few seconds. Suddenly, Donnie leapt to his feet, turning the kitchen chair over with a clatter as he did so. He turned to me with his hands balled into fists, “YOU FUCKING CUNT! WHAT DID YOU DO?” he screamed at me, spittle flying from his lips to splatter on my face.
“I didn’t do anything, Donnie. Our daughter went to Mister Richards on her own.”
“LIAR!” Donnie sobbed, his eyes wide and deranged. “YOU DID THIS YOU CRAZY FUCKING WHORE! YOU WANT TO FUCKING CORRUPT MY LITTLE GIRL! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU FIRST!”
My husband drew back a fist and I flinched as I expected to be hit, but before he could swing at me, he was frozen in place as Tara said softly, but confidently, “Daddy.”
Donnie turned and looked at our daughter, his mouth dropping open in surprise. I turned and gasped a little as I looked at my oldest child who was still leaning against the sink, but who had grasped the hem of her denim dress and had pulled it upwards, revealing her naked pussy underneath — her legs spread slightly apart to allow us both to get a good look at her swollen and glistening labia
“T-Tara? What…what do you think you’re doing, s-s-sweetheart?
“Showing you your heart’s desire, Daddy,” replied our daughter, confidence and purpose growing stronger in her voice with each spoken word. “I know you want my pussy, Daddy…you’ve dreamed of fucking me for years. You look at me and wonder what it would be like to feel my hot, tight pussy wrapped around your cock…right, Daddy?”
My husband’s lips moved silently and it was only after staring at our daughter’s vagina for nearly a minute, watching her lips swell even more and part to reveal pink and wet succulent flesh that Donnie found his voice and whispered, “Oh yes, Tara.Tara nodded as an evil smile grew over her face. “Then listen up, dear Daddy. I’m looking forward to getting fucked by you, I love you too, Daddy, but…” She paused and glanced at me, throwing me a naughty wink that sent delicious shivers of erotic delight coursing through my body.
Licking her lips, Tara took a step towards her father, still holding the hem of her skirt up to show off her naked and aroused cunt. “I love you, Daddy, but the only time you are ever going to get to put your cock up your little’s girl’s pussy is when someone else already has pumped it full of hot, creamy sperm.”
She took another step towards Donnie and said, “I’m going to be Mister Richards’ new slut and I’m going to suck and fuck strange men and then and only then am I ever going to let my daddy fuck me.”
A bevy of emotions seem to ripple across my husband’s face and I thought insane anger would win out as he again raised his fists as if to strike our daughter and I came to my feet, determined to stop him, but Tara spoke up, something powerful and carnal now dominating her voice as she said, “Be honest, Daddy. Just thinking about sticking your peter into your little girl’s tight pussy and feeling it full of another man’s hot spunk is making you hard, isn’t it?”
As our daughter’s matter of fact statement crashed down on him, Donnie dropped his hands again and gave a sob, glancing at me with an expression of utter defeat. Tara took another step towards her father and he actually retreated, only to trip over his overturned chair to fall onto his back as our daughter continued to advance. I stifled a giggle as I saw clear evidence that Tara’s words were true as a prominent bulge pressed upwards from his crotch, straining against his khaki slacks.
Tara stepped over her father, straddling him, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she glanced over at me and winked again, making me moan as my pussy quivered in the spasms of an approaching orgasm. I felt my nipples ache as they hardened in the excitement of the moment. My daughter squatted down with the lithe grace that only one so young could muster and astonished me as she rolled her bald, gleaming wet cunt over the erection in Donnie’s pants.
“Feel me, Daddy!” she gasped, “Feel how hot I am…how hot your baby girl’s pussy is against your dick.” She shivered for the first time, betraying her own arousal. “Now you can call me a whore and a slut, just like you do Mom,” Tara murmured softly to her father. “I don’t mind because it will be true, but you’re not going to do anything to stop me. I’m going to go to work with Mom.”
Tears streamed down Donnie’s face and he whimpered, “No…you can’t, Tara. You’re my daughter. It’s wrong, baby.”
Tara ground her naked pussy more forcefully against her father’s erection and hissed, “Just like it’s wrong for you to want to fuck your daughter, Daddy, but that can happen too…it can happen just the way you know you want it.” She rolled her hips again and said just above a whisper, “You get to have me after every time I fuck someone else, all sticky and oozing another man’s cum.”
Again, she rolled her hips over Donnie’s hardness. “Imagine it, Daddy. Imagine me rubbing my juicy pussy lips, oozing another man’s hot semen, and sliding along your hard cock, slipping inside all that gooey fuck juice and fucking me”
“Jeezus,” moaned my husband. “Tara…baby…I — no, I can’t…” He whipped his head back and forth as if denying his own lewd desires.
“Don’t fight me, Daddy or this is as close as you’ll ever be to my pussy,” hissed Tara, working her hips lewdly dragging her wet mound over Donnie’s crotch. “And it feels so good, doesn’t it, Daddy? Imagine how good it will feel holding you inside me…how wet and hot your cock will be inside your. Little. Girl.”
Donnie cried out, flinging his hips upward, almost knocking Tara off balance, but our daughter maintained control as her father jerked uncontrollably, her eyes growing wide with delight as she suddenly comprehended that her father was cumming in his pants to her nasty taunting. Understanding of the power she possessed blossomed in her face. She smirked a little as Donnie finished cumming, sobbing, “Oh, I love you, Tara…my little baby slut.”
“I guess we have an understanding, don’t we, Daddy,” Tara said, slowly rising and stepping away from her father, dropping her skirt, but not before I could see how wet her pussy was, juices shining brightly and invitingly on her inner thighs. I turned my attention to my husband and felt a sweet, but small orgasm ripple through me, making me moan and press my legs together as I saw Donnie’s crotch — his khakis stained dark from our daughter’s wet pussy and from the growing, darker spot where he’d shot his wad in his pants.
Tara stepped over to me as I came up out of my chair again, her arm sliding around my waist. “What do you think, Mom. Can I keep up with you?”
I grinned at her and then kissed her on the lips, taking her by surprise as I ran my tongue over her lips. “You are definitely my daughter, honey,” I purred.
Tara shivered against me as she let out a halting breath and I suddenly perceived that beneath the lewd bravado she’d exhibited with Donnie, she was scared to death. I hugged her tightly and whispered into her ear, “I am so proud of you.”
Donnie struggled to his feet, sniffing as he rubbed his hand across his tear stained face. Various expressions struggled for control of his face as he came to terms with what had just happened. Finally, a weak sneer dominated as he hissed, “Just like your mother — a goddamn fucking whore.” He stumbled out of the room, his feet loudly lumbering up the stairs to be followed by the slamming of our bedroom door.
Our daughter stared at me, her sluttish attitude suddenly replaced by an expression of shock and dismay. In all her years, Donnie had never raised his voice or said anything to her that was more than mildly reprimanding. I smiled and kissed her again. “Don’t worry, baby,” I said. “Your daddy’s just trying to save face. He’s probably upstairs jacking off again thinking about fucking you. He talks to me the same way, but it’s the only way he is able to really say, ‘I love you,’ these days.
Tara nodded, processing this and adding it to what she’d already deduced about her father and me. “This is so fucking weird…and so fucking hot, Mom!” she said before succumbing to a fit of giggling that proved infectious, leaving us both prone to sudden laughter as we finished up in the kitchen.
I sent her off to bed after we spent a little quality time kissing in the doorway between the hallway and the kitchen, Tara leaning back against the doorframe while I pressed my body against hers, feeling the excited pounding of her heart as our breasts mashed together under our blouses. I fought off the terrible need to kneel down and kiss and lick her young pussy — my still fairly new love of pussy feeling stronger than ever before. Finally, I broke the kiss, hugged my daughter and with a playful pat on her bare bottom, sent her up to her bedroom, saying, “Get some sleep, baby…tomorrow is a really big day!”
I waited up until Donnie Junior returned home and kissed him goodnight chastely on his cheek, following him upstairs, staring appreciatively at how my son was beginning to fill out his blue jeans. When he had closed his door, I checked on my littlest one, my heart filled with love and pride for my youngest daughter sleeping soundly and then moved on to my bedroom only to find the door locked.
Quietly, I tapped on the door and said softly, “Donnie, open this door…open it now.” When there was no response, I knocked a little more loudly and said, “Donnie, open up.” I felt a sudden bad feeling about what foolishness my husband might do to himself, but was relieved to hear someone shifting on the bed and then the muted sound of footsteps.
“Fuck off, Sonya. I can’t bear the sight of you tonight. Go sleep on the fucking couch or leave and go find one of your sick johns to fuck.” I shook my head, feeling both love and frustration for my husband. I perceived that his hostility was all part of his act to maintain his dignity or the shreds that still remained, but I knew that in his heart, he was in hog heaven and wished he’d simply accept his role in our relationship wholeheartedly as well as the relationship he was about to begin with our daughter.
“Fine, Donnie, act that way,” I whispered in a harsh tone. “Be a pissy bitch, but we both know that tomorrow you’ll be begging to fuck me…and Tara.” I stalked away, returning downstairs to shower in the guest bathroom. Afterwards, I padded naked into the laundry room to look for a clean nightgown, settling for one of my son’s football jerseys to wear as a nightshirt over my naked body. I thought about sleeping in the guest room, but instead, I slipped back upstairs and tapped on Tara’s door. “Sweetie?” I whispered, quickly entering the room to find a sleepy eyed daughter with one of those glittery vampire novels in her hands. “Would you mind some company?” I said softly as she sat the book aside. “Your father is feeling a little…whiny tonight.”
Tara rolled her eyes and then grinned at me, throwing back the quilt on her bed. She was wearing a T-shirt and no panties, looking both innocent and slutty at the same time, sending naughty tingles of desire coursing through my body. “I’d love to sleep with you, Mom…if you think we can keep our hands off each other.”
I hurried to slide beneath the covers, scooting over to cuddle with my daughter, murmuring, “Well, we can try, sweetie, before we locked lips and began to kiss. Again, there was a layer of surreal feelings overlaying the erotic delight of knowing that my tongue was dancing with the tongue of my daughter as we kissed like the lovers we were about to become. As our tongues slithered and danced, my hands were actually trembling as I resisted the urge to do more than slide my palms up and down her arms and over her shoulders. Her toned leg crossed over mine, allowing us to draw closer together, belly to belly and breasts to breasts and I could feel her trembling body struggling with the same hungry desires as I had.
I hungered to taste the heat emanating from between her legs, to feel her fiery slickness on my fingers, but Mister Richards’ commanding words echoed in my ears, “No touching or licking until Saturday.” I don’t know how my daughter managed to control her own desires…maybe like her mother, a stern but gentle command from that pot-bellied old man was enough.
We kissed and necked into the wee hours of the morning, both our cunts becoming sopping wet and making Tara’s bedroom reek like a Tijuana whorehouse, the aroma of sweet and wet pussy thick in the air. Between bouts of passionate kissing, we talked, mostly with me pursuing my curiosity, still wondering how my daughter could act so sluttish and have so limited sexual experience.
Tara just grinned and shrugged and said, “Maybe it’s just in my blood, Mom.” As I held her, she looked up into my eyes and said, “I wasn’t always like this, but once I kinda reasoned out what you were doing, it’s like something went off in my head. I started fantasizing about stuff I never even imagined a person could do. I used to be embarrassed to even touch Bobby’s dick, but then I started sucking it like I was starved for it and began looking for excuses to suck other dicks.”
My daughter gave me a slightly embarrassed look. “I didn’t really have to suck Mister Branford’s cock for that grade, but I’d heard he was open to letting girls do that for a grade bump and I wanted to see what an older man’s cock was like and well…” Tara’s face split into a huge grin. “Still getting used to the taste, but I like cock and sperm!”
I shook my head, still trying to grasp this unsuspected side of my daughter. “And you never gave up your virginity?”
Tara giggled. “Well, not for lack of trying with Bobby. All he had to do was see my little pussy and he’d explode prematurely and towards the end…well, he liked me sucking his dick.” She snuggled against me a little more firmly, her breath warm and sinfully sweet against my breast. “Been awfully tempted lately though. When you went off and did your gangbang in Florida, I nearly climbed into bed with Daddy, but…it just didn’t seem right.”
“And now it does?”
Tara giggled. “I know, isn’t that awful? As I realized that Daddy actually gets turned on by being a…whatsis…a cuckold, I realized it would be a lot nastier to make him wait until someone else fucked me.”
I kissed the top of her head and sighed, “You are your mother’s daughter, only wiser and smarter.” Then suddenly, like a bomb bursting in my head, her earlier words caught up with me. “You know about the gangbang — how?” I said, my voice rising with the sudden surprise.
Tara laughed and turned her head to look up at me. “Y’all have been a little careless with that naughty DVD of yours. I peeked at you two a couple of times when you were blowing him while he watched you fuck and suck all those guys.” She licked her lips. “I learned a lot from that, Mom. You are such a fucking slut!” She rose up, pursing her lips to kiss me, saying softly just before her lips pressed against mine, “I want to be just like you, Mom and know the pleasure of all you’ve done!”
I felt embarrassed, proud and aroused by my daughter’s words, amazed that she felt like she did about me and that the knowledge of my own wicked actions had spurred so much of the same desires in herself. As we kissed passionately one last time before slipping into sleep, I wondered to myself that if I had been exposed to such lewdness and pure carnality when I had been her age, would I have leapt equally anxiously into the arms of whorish delight way back then?
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From the curtains before us, we could hear a rumble of anticipation that had Tara and me glancing nervously at each other. We were deep in the bowels of the Superior Club, having been greeted in the lobby by Lilly Fox who’d led us down several sets of stairs and into a small anteroom she jokingly referred to as the Green room. “Relax, ladies,” she had said, smiling coyly at us. The members are just finishing dinner. She was wearing a slinky, gold sheath dress that clung to her like a second skin. Despite her somewhat bemused and “seen it all” affectations, I could see her nipples hard against the silky fabric of her dress and I could smell her arousal, although whether she had just been fucking someone prior to our arrival or was excited about our upcoming debut, I wasn’t sure.
She left us alone and we sat together on a small davenport, holding hands and looking at each other silently. After debating all day about how we would be dressed, we’d settled on identical outfits, simple black halter dresses that we’d picked out earlier in the day. The material molded itself to our bodies and the plunging necklines revealed our family trait of ample breasts. The hemlines were extremely short, revealing Tara’s toned and shapely legs and mine, which I thought couldn’t compare to my young daughter’s, but which she assured me were attractive enough. We both were wearing our hair pinned up, adding a slight tone of sophistication as well as keeping our shoulders bare — something I had come to learn that men found most attractive.
“Last chance, baby to change your mind,” I said softly, squeezing her hand. “I’m excited, but maybe your first time should be with someone you love.”
Tara shook her head slowly and said, “I will be with someone I love when I lose my cherry.” She tightened her grip on my hand. “I don’t care whatever man gets to put his cock in me so long as you’re there with me, Mom!”
I leaned in and whispered, “I love you, Tara!” before kissing her, feeling her lips part for my tongue and hearing her sigh happily. I felt her free hand drop on my knee and slide up my inner thigh, just reaching the hem of my dress when a door opened.
“Now, now, ladies,” said Lilli softly. “Save it for the members.” We both looked up and grinned bashfully at Mister Richards’ secretary peering at us from the curtain. She smiled back, licking her lips and said, “It’s time…finally.”
We both stood up and began to move past her towards the curtain she gestured to. I paused and rested one hand on her breast, feeling its heft and enjoying her sudden intake of breath. “You know, Lilly, I owe you so much. Maybe sometime, you can take a day off and we could get better acquainted.” I leaned in and ran my tongue over her slightly parted lips, enjoying the quiver that ran through her body.
She quickly recovered, glancing once at my daughter who stood there in wide-eyed amazement at watching her mother come on to another woman, before replying. “Bring your girl along and it’s a date!” Lilly shook her head as if to clear it and said, “The Superior Club awaits.”
I took my daughter’s hand and we pushed through the curtain to find a short runway that moved upwards at a slight angle. At the end, a young man stood and said something into a device he held into his hands. As we reached him, a voice, greatly amplified boomed all around us.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE SUPERIOR CLUB, WE GIVE YOU YOUR EVENING’S ENTERTAINMENT. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, A MOTHER AND HER VIRGIN DAUGHTER WILL MAKE LOVE WITH YOU AS THEIR PRIVELEGED WITNESSES. PLEASE WELCOME, SONYA AND TARA HAMMONDS!”
We stepped out into what I guess could best be described as the base of a small amphitheater of maybe ten feet in diameter — most of it filled with a large, round bed. Above us, surrounding us were three tiers of circular table where between seventy-five and one hundred people were sitting. The place was well lit and I could see people in various modes of dress — spanning from tuxedos and gowns to business suits and sexy dresses. Well endowed and topless women were clearing dinner plates from the table. Men and woman were in equal number and some of them I recognized.
Father Thomas and his sister were present, he smiling benignly at us while his sister Mary Margaret looked down at us with undisguised lust. Mister Stockman and his daughter, Jane looked down at us as well — Jane blowing me a kiss. There were others there as well that I had encountered in recent times, servicing them in my duties as the Cabal’s whore, but there were others I did not know…at least not as of yet.
All gave us a long and loud round of applause. Tara gave a sudden gasp and said, “Look up there, Mom,” pointing up above them all. I followed her pointing finger and gave a little cry of surprise as I saw a series of huge screens displaying a slide show of our lives. Not for the first time was I amazed at the power and capabilities of my employers, but it was still daunting to see the proof of our relationship being shown on the screens.
Our driver’s licenses were shown, then Tara’s birth certificate, then a series of photographs that showed my daughter and me together, spanning her lifetime. Apparently Mister Richards and others did not want anyone to have any doubts about our relationship and he and the others had the resources at their disposal to furnish all proof.
I felt a murmur of anticipation ripple through the crowd and knew it was time we were about our business. I turned to my daughter and said, “Are you ready, darling?”
Tara licked her lips and nodded. “I love you, Mom!” She slipped her arms around my waist and pulled me in, our lips pressing together with recent familiarity as our tongues danced to the crowd’s approval. We kissed for a long time, our hands slowly roaming over each other’s bodies.
I slid my hands up my daughter’s back until my trembling fingers found the ties to her halter and after a bit of fumbling, undid them. Tara moaned into my mouth as I then traced my fingertips around to her chest and then began sliding them down until I hooked them in the plunging neckline of her dress and tugged them over her firm, upright breasts, drawing a sigh of appreciation from our audience and then another moan from her as I cupped her naked tits.”Oh my god, Mom!” moaned Tara, breaking our kiss as my fingers teased and plucked at her swollen nipples while I slowly ran my tongue down her neck and over her breasts until I could cover one aureole with my mouth. Stiffening my tongue, I flicked it over her engorged nipple again and again, making her quiver with excitement.
I felt my daughter’s hands fumble with the ties to my halter, which in her excitement proved more difficult to undo. The crowd tittered as she first muttered, “Well, shit!” and then in triumph, “Yes!” as she finally was able to yank down the front of my dress and free my heavier, meatier tits.
It was my turn to moan as I felt my daughter’s hands cup and fondle my breasts, testing their heft before fingers slid over them, fingers plucking at my nipples, pulling them outward and then upward, lifting my meaty tits up as she pinched them until I had to release her nipple to cry out with both pain and pleasure. I lifted my head up until I could look into Tara’s eyes, seeing aroused wonder there as she hissed, “My turn!”
Tara ducked her head and I felt my daughter’s lips tighten around my nipple for the first time in nearly two decades. Memories of my sweet first-born nursing collided with my incestuous desires for the young woman she’d grown up to be and my knees nearly buckled as the feel of her tongue rolling over my blood gorged nipple and the sweet sting of her nipping teeth triggered an unanticipated orgasm in me. “Oh yes, baby,” I cried out, oblivious to my ringing voice echoing throughout the large room.
I yelped from sudden pain and pleasure as she was startled and bit down harder as I ejaculated pussy juice in my arousal, splattering my hot creams against her thighs while some in our audience clapped appreciatively. I rode my orgasmic bliss out as Tara moved to my other nipple, her tongue rolling over my chest, slipping into the hollow between my heaving breasts before fastening tightly around my unattended nipple while her fingers pinched at the slippery nub she’d abandoned, now slick with her saliva.
I ran my fingers over her pinned up hair, dislodging some of her sandy-gold tresses before cupping her cheeks and raising her face to mine again because I could not stand not kissing her any longer. Tara murmured approval against my lips as our tongues danced and bobbed about, slithering together in a revel of naughty celebration. At some point along our passionate kiss, we managed to let our dresses slither down to pool at our feet, generating more approving murmurs from our audience.
My hands went to her shoulders and then slid down her arms onto her thighs before my left hand slid behind her to stroke and cup her tight, muscled butt cheek while my left hand glided around to her flat belly and then slowly moved downward to palm her wet, blooming labia — her spreading lips smooth and clean.
As I slid two fingers between her pussy lips and slipped into her hot, wet vagina, my daughter threw her head back, lips curled in a sexy sneer as she sighed, “Ohhhh, Mom!” while I kissed her neck and nuzzled her soft skin there. Before I could slip deep inside her, I reached a barrier and realized with a bit of wonder that Tara was indeed a virgin. I resisted the urge to pierce her cherry, aching to complete her transition to womanhood, but I was a sluttish whore who understood my orders and as much as I ached to claim my daughter’s maidenhood, I knew that that privilege would go to another.
I swirled my fingers about, being careful of Tara’s hymen and brought my thumb into play, rubbing it through the crinkled folds of her cunt to expose her swollen clitoris, already emerging from its hood. Tara sobbed with pleasure and it was her turn to go weak in the knees as I teased her clit, glancing down to see with some surprise, that here, we were not more or less identical. Her clitoris, aroused was not nearly as full bodied as mine, but was much longer — extending out much more like a tiny penis. As I felt her caressing fingers dig into my skin as her pleasure escalated.
I slowly turned her around until she was pressing her backside to me, my mouth nibbling on the nape of her neck while my left hand snaked around to fondle and tease her breast. I brought my glistening fingers of my right hand to my lips while the crowd murmured in approval, a communal sigh going up as I licked my daughter’s pussy juices from my digits. I then slid my hand down the crack of her ass and then under, again finding her pussy, fingering her now with four squirming fingers while my middle finger sought out her swollen and erect clitoris and again began to pleasure her.
“Come for Momma,” I hissed into her ear, swirling my tongue around the delicately shaped rim and sucking on her earlobe. As I fondled and pleasured my daughter, I began to maneuver us forward towards the bed and when her knees struck the edge of the circular mattress, I guided her up and onto the bed, placing her on all fours.
I used my fingers teasing her pussy to get her to raise her ass up — her taut cheeks quivering with excitement and her vulva swollen and aroused, her juices pouring forth around my probing hand. “Mom…Mom…Momma…” she gasped and moaned, aroused, I suspected as much from the knowledge that it was her mother touching her in such a lewd and exciting manner, as it was from my knowledgeable actions.
Then Tara let out a scream that was part pure ecstasy and part shock as I suddenly bent over and mashed my face into my daughter’s dripping wet cunt, my own moans of excitement muffled as I pressed my mouth into her hot, quivering flesh, feeling her juices coating my face and tasting so delicious as I speared my tongue inside her.
My hands slipped around her midsection, helping her to stay up as pleasure turned her arms and legs to rubber, her orgasm raging as her mother licked her pussy for the first time. I was vaguely aware that the crowd around us was applauding as I ran my tongue up and down her sopping wet folds of cunt flesh while I again brought fingers into play, fluttering them across her throbbing clitoris.
Tara moaned and clawed as I relentlessly assaulted her young pussy with my tongue, moving further towards the center of the bed with me crawling after her, never ceasing my hungry gobbling of her sweet, succulent cunt, loving her fresh, strong flavor and recognizing it as similar to my own, yet totally and distinctively Tara’s. Little orgasms shot through me as I fell in love with the taste of my daughter, a little part of my mind wondering how I had ever survived without her unique and yet so familiar ambrosia.
Just as I gently wrapped my lips around her clitoris, I sensed the bed begin to move and so it was that as I reduced my daughter to a near mindless, screaming slut lost in a tremendous orgasm, we rotated in a slow, circular path so that all of the Superior Club was able to appreciate the erotic view of my daughter, her back arched in absolute carnal delight, head thrown back with her mouth gaping open in thoughtless pleasure while her firm breasts swayed back and forth while her mother sucked and licked her young pussy.
A sudden geyser of pussy juice sprayed my face and I had to pause for a second to not choke on her sweet cum and somehow my Tara managed to spin around and in a sexual frenzy take me down, straddling my body as she presses her lips to mine, tasting and smearing her creamy juices around my mouth as our tongues dueled. With an expression of maddened passion on her face, my daughter slithered down my body, kissing and biting my breasts, tonguing my bellybutton as she sobbed, “I love you, Mommy,” before she dove between my thighs, her mouth and nose delving into my swollen and aroused cunt.
With eager, amateurish gusto, my daughter began licking my pussy, her tongue flattened and wide, slithering over the sensitive folds of my sex, making me croon happily — my toes curling into the silky sheets as Tara loved me orally for the first time. I was dizzy from the intensity of my orgasmic joy, the world swirling around me haphazardly as if I were drunk on our incestuous love. I could barely focus, but somehow — for a brief moment, my eyes came to rest on Jane and Louis Stockman, both staring avidly at us. For a second, I thought I saw a spark of kindred recognition in the eyes of both father and daughter — our incestuous lusts creating a bond between parent and child that only others so blessed could understand.
I clawed my daughter’s head, wrecking her hair that had been pinned up so beautifully, urging her to delve deeper and faster into my cunt, moaning and writhing as she learned on the job how to pleasure a woman…learning to eat pussy between the thighs of her mother. My orgasms were fueled to new heights as it hit me again and again that this was my daughter’s tongue sliding between my swollen lips…that it was her lips that nibbled and bit — sometimes painfully in her eagerness — at my swollen clitoris…that it was my daughter who was lapping up my cunt creams as she made me cum and cum again.
Then in the midst of licking me, Tara remembered she had fingers she could use too and as her tongue scoured over my clit, I cried out as two fingers slipped deep inside me, fluttering around and touching me in all the right ways. My daughter used a woman’s knowledge to finger me, adding a third finger as she rotated them around, making me throw my hips up off the bed, seeking them to delve deeper inside me. I screamed in the glory of orgasm as she probed for my sweet spots — those G-spots that had me spraying her face with pussy juice as she touched them just so…
I heard someone cry out, “Fist her…fistfuck your mother!” and I glanced down at Tara to see if she had heard their calls. My daughter’s face had risen from my rolling mound, her face dripping with cunt cream, processing the words she had heard and I saw understanding grow in her eyes. “Mom?” she gasped, her eyes asking the unspoken question.
“Fuck yes, baby!” I wheezed. “Fuckfist me, Tara! Fist me and make me cum!” I bucked my mound up at her, offering myself to her, wanting my daughter to fuck me and make me cum…to scream like the whorish slut I was.
Tara responded by snapping at my pussy with her mouth, her mouth opened wide as her tongue lashed out at me again and again as she returned her fingers to my cunt, sliding first three and then four fingers inside my sugar walls. She looked up over my trimmed bush and saw me nodding, urging her to continue. My daughter slid her fingers back out and then with her hand slightly curled, I felt her slip her entire hand inside me, making me feel so full and complete.
Amidst cheering applause, I heard a woman call out, “Now fist that kinky bitch! Fuck the shit out of your mommy!” Tara’s eyes stayed glued to mine even as her tongue swirled over my clitoris, my daughter made a fist inside me, making me scream with pleasure and then without any gradual buildup, she began to fuck me with her hand…her fist all balled up…feeling so huge inside me.
My orgasm went off the charts as I tried in vain to thrust back against her hand, knowing she was inside me past the wrist, rotating her hand as she rammed it back and forth inside me. Tara never took her eyes off me even as she fisted me and licked my sodden flesh, torturing my clitoris in such sweet ways as could barely be withstood.
My body was afire with the flames of carnal ecstasy, contorting lewdly as my daughter fucked me with her hand, pausing only to waggle her fingers inside me before making a fist and resuming her assault on my womb. My hand clawed at the sheets and at my rolling breasts, trying to pinch my nipples to increase the unbelievable passion welling up from between my legs, but so intense was the incestuous pleasure coursing through me, I could barely get my hands and finger to do what I commanded them to do!1 My heart pounded in my chest, feeling as if it was about to explode and take me that last sweet step to a heaven of sexual pleasure.
The world misted out for a while…it might have been just a few minutes or it might have been hours, but I came back to myself just as my daughter unfurled her fingers inside me and slowly slipped out of me…my still clenching cunt muscles making it a somewhat painful yet pleasurable experience and I cried out one more time, a little surprised to hear how hoarse my voice sounded…screams of ecstasy can wear one out.
Tara took one last long loving lick of my pussy with her tongue, scraping it over my flesh like silk sandpaper…slightly rough and oh, so sweet, making me cry out again as tremors of pleasure rippled over me. Grinning, my daughter held up her hand, thickly coated with my cunt cream, for everyone to see. Then, with a lewd grin, she began licking my juices off. “I love how you taste, Mom!” she declared, hidden mikes causing her voice, full of passion and love, to echo around the room.
She looked so naughty and yet so innocent as she cleaned her hand, slurping up my fluids like she was eating a drippy ice cream cone. My body trembled and shook with the aftershocks of orgasm, fueled to greater intensity by my daughter’s lurid behavior. I felt weak as a kitten, but I hungered for more…more loving from Tara and more of her sweet tasting pussy. Between heaving gasps for air, I rasped out, “Love…you…baby! Sixty…nine…Mom…now!”
Tara’s eyes grew wide, nearly as wide as her grin as I raised my arms and beckoned to her. In an awkward scramble of limbs, she crawled up alongside me and spun around, throwing her leg across my chest and having straddled me, scooted back and allowed her wet pussy to hover over my face. I could smell her arousal — strong and thick, her cunt, drops of her pussy juice falling and splattering on my face. Her slick, bald flesh seemed to quiver with anticipation.
Teasing, I gently blew on her labia and was rewarded by a sob and then a gush of her cunt juices spraying my face, the sweet cream covering me from head to chin. I laughed and licked my lips, adoring her taste and then I reached up and digging my fingernails into her thighs, pulled her down onto my open mouth. Noisily, I began licking my daughter’s pussy, slurping and swallowing what seemed to be a massive flow of her creams.
Muffled by her toned cheeks above my ears, I could hear Tara moaning with pleasure, her lower body shimmying from the sweet torture my tongue and lips inflicted on her pussy. I felt her body shift, her firm breasts on my stomach and then her mouth was again on my sex, her tongue delving between my swollen labia, spearing deep into my cunt before journeying back to my turgid clitoris which she seemed to have learned quickly how to suck with just the right amount of pressure to make me nearly insane with pleasure.
Orgasms became a way of life…not the peak of a rollercoaster ride that was our lovemaking. I seemed to writhe and roll around on that bed in a constant state of sexual nirvana, cumming and cumming again and again. Sometimes I was on top, sometimes Tara was. Her mouth and tongue never ceased to seek out ways to pleasure me. I resisted using my fingers, relying on my tongue alone, knowing that if I lost control, I would tear her cherry apart.
I did surprise her at the height of our sapphic lovemaking when as she was nearly comatose from an particular intense part of her ongoing orgasm, I slithered my middle finger across her wet flesh, making it slick with her juices and then shocked her by suddenly pressing it into her asshole, sinking into her hot backdoor to the second knuckle before her sphincter could slam shut.
Tara raised her pussy juice smeared face from my cunt and let out a surprised scream that rose even higher as her asshole began to spasm around my invading finger, doubling the intensity of her orgasm and making her squirm atop me helplessly as she gushed pussy cream all over my face.
She tumbled off of me, my finger still inserted in her tight butthole, quivering in a helpless, curled up ball as her orgasm peaked and slowly faded until finally, minutes later, her sphincter relaxed enough to release my finger. Tears poured down her face, leaving odd tracks through the coating of my pussy juices that covered her from her hair to her chin. “You…don’t f-fight fair, Mom,” she sobbed as she uncurled from her fetal position and struggled to crawl into my arms. “”That was…omigod, fantastic, Mom!”
“You too, baby girl,” I whimpered, my tears joining hers as we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. We kissed for the next several minutes, scarcely aware of the applause coming from all around us as our tongues danced inside each other’s mouth, pausing only to lick at each other’s face, tasting ourselves and then sharing it with each other.
When we finally stopped and looked around, the entire room was on its feet — all the members clapping and some in various states of undress…apparently motivated by our performance. Jane Stockman stood next to her father — a small trickle of white cream on her chin and her dignified father’s semi-erect penis still hanging out of his pants.. Father Thomas’s sister, Mary Margaret was still on her knees, sucking our priest’s — her brother’s cock.
Licking my lips, still tasting my daughter, her scent thick on me, I said, “I think you’re a hit, Tara.”
Tara stared wide-eyed with wonder at the clapping crowd and giggled, “I think we’re a hit, Mom…the nastiest, sluttiest mother and daughter whores in the world! “What’s next?”
Before I could reply, a voice boomed over loudspeakers, “THERE YOU HAVE IT…A FIRST AT THE SUPERIOR CLUB — A MOTHER AND DAUGHTER MAKING LOVE TO EACH OTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME. NOW, AS ADVERTISED, TARA HAMMONDS IS STILL A VIRGIN, UNTOUCHED BY ANY EXCEPT HER MOTHER SONYA. TONIGHT, FOR CHARITY, TARA OFFERS HER VIRGINITY TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER. TONIGHT, YOU BID FOR AN EVENING WITH A VIRGIN AND HER MOTHER, BOTH YOURS TO DO WITH WHAT YOU WILL.
“LET US BE GENEROUS BOTH WITH OUR PURSES AND OUR LUST. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LET THE BIDDING BEGIN!”
I smiled at my daughter, knowing that we both had our answer.