The most perturbing thing about the last week was how normal Holly had been acting outside their secret activities at night on the couch. In the mornings she would come out like nothing had happened. Emily would make breakfast. They would eat together. Holly would go out to play with her friends in the apartment courtyard. Then she would come home, have dinner, and go to bed. The Holly that would sneak out of her room and share orgasms with her mother almost seemed like a different girl. No questions about what they were doing. No sign that anything was wrong.

However, Emily hadn't been able to bring herself to talk with her daughter either. Talking about what they had been doing, during the daytime, outside the spell of arousal almost seemed dangerous. Like it would make what they were doing "real" and things would change. Not just between them, but she could face major consequences for what she had been doing.

That's what had led her to going to bed early and locking her doors at night the last two days. The week after she had first masturbated her daughter had been an orgasmic roller coaster. While her daughter's fists hadn't been involved, things had escalated to nightly oral sex. Holly would go down on her mother and suck on her clit, quickly bringing her to orgasm, before Emily would return the favor.

She needed a break to clear her thoughts about what she had been doing.

She remembered being so tense the first night. She sat on her bed in pitch black, waiting for the time when Holly would normally sneak out. Her heart jumped as the door to Holly's room clicked open and her daughter drifted out the hallway towards the living room...and then back to the hallway. The blood rushed in Emily's ears as she heard her daughter pause outside her bedroom door. She had let out a sigh of relief as her daughter finally went back into her own bedroom.

To her surprise her daughter had done the same thing the second night. She hadn't been dissuaded by her mother's disappearance the night before. She was seeking her out. Emily almost felt like she was being hunted. In her own house. By her own daughter. But that was ridiculous. She was the adult. Her daughter couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to. Still, she hadn't locked her doors, either night. If Holly had come into her room, she would have gladly...

In order to get a night of peace she arranged for her daughter to sleep over with one of her school friends. It was strange. Even as she waved her daughter goodbye, and she left to be alone with other people who she might blab about what was going on, Emily wasn't worried about their secrets coming out. Holly wasn't going to say anything. She felt it.

That gave her a whole day and night to herself. And the first order of business: she needed relief. She had been having the best orgasms of her life over the last week and just two days of abstinence was putting her on edge. Unfortunately, all she had at home was a little vibrator she used occasionally. That wasn't going to cut it. She shuddered in a mixture of excitement and guilt as she thought about what she needed inside her. Something bigger. Something that mimicked her last giant orgasm. Something about the size of her daughter's fist.

She grabbed her purse and headed to her car.

Her trip took her to the seedy area of town where you lock your car doors while shopping. The kind of place sex shops that sold what she needed were forced to be. It had been where she had gotten her vibrator, years ago. As she entered the building a musty smell of old, unkempt building hit her nose. Fluorescent lights hummed aggressively in the uncomfortable quiet. Still the same shape as when she was here last time, looked like.

She avoided eye contact with the person behind the checkout desk as she slowly walked around. Last time she had stayed in the "girly" section of the store, with more vanilla options. Options that were a little too delicate and small for hew new tastes. This time she wandered the whole store, more open to giving some of the naughtier products a chance. She rolled her eyes at some of the products that were obviously more novelty than anything. "The Colt", a horse dildo as long as her arm and twice as thick. Leather masks and whips for the weirdo BDSM people. Floppy dildos shaped like a fist (but much larger than what she was looking for).

After wandering around a bit she settled on "Johnny", a red dildo shaped like a dog's cock with a knot at the base. She bit her lip in apprehension. She had never bought anything like this before. It was hard to deny, though, that this was the right size. The right shape. And a little part of her tingled as she thought about trying to take it in all the way. Even past the knot. She hadn't had those thoughts since...

Fuck it. It's not like it was wrong or crazy compared to what she had been doing recently. She grabbed the box and a few things of lube and was heading to the counter when she saw it.

"The Feeldoe," it was called. It took her a few moments to register what she was seeing. A dildo with a bulbous growth sticking out perpendicular from the base. A strap-on without any straps. A strap-on where a woman could fuck someone and really feel it.

Her mind raced as she stared at the perverse object. She clenched her jaw. She was realizing she had lost her way. She had let her arousal and loneliness distract her from her original goal. Even though it was a product of a drunken mistake it was important. She was trying to bolster her daughter's defenses against men. And what had she done so far? She had fingered her daughter and sucked on her pussy. That's not the tools men would use against her. It was their cock. That was their weapon. What they would use to hurt her daughter with.

Emily shifted her packages to one arm and grabbed a Feeldoe off the rack. This is what Emily was trying to inoculate Holly against. Her daughter needed experience with cock. She needed to know what it felt like to be fucked. What a penis looked and felt like. With that experience she could know how to better say no to boys. It's just like alcohol...if she's exposed to it at home, where she can be supervised, she won't be so curious when out in the wild. Right?

She glanced at the other strap-on options. Sure, maybe those would work too. But her eyes were drawn back to the package in her hand. This was more real. And there wasn't any harm in getting some pleasure herself. She nodded to herself. This is what she needed...for the future. She shivered in excitement as she looked at her other arm, with the dog cock. That's what she needed right now.

After a short but awkward checkout session Emily drove back home with her new treasures. It was only mid-afternoon. She had planned to get some cleaning done. To watch some TV. Maybe take a bath. Something to take her mind off things. However, as soon as she had put the bags down on her bed her hand had immediately drifted to her new toy. She couldn't wait. She needed "Johnny". Now.

She took in a shuddering breath as she ripped open the package and held the dog dildo in her hands. It was bigger than any of her boyfriends had ever been. Well, except...

Her hands clenched around the dildo. She had been trying not to think about it at the store, but alone in her apartment memories came flashing back to her. Bad memories. Her mother's shitty boyfriend. The one who fingered her. The one who forced her to touch him.

He had been a dog. Because of the exaggerated size of the dildo her adult hands fit around the same way her pre-teen hands had fit around his cock. She held the dildo up against the counter with one hand and wrapped the other around the shaft, stroking up and down a few times. The dildo was cold, and rubbery, but it felt close. It felt like back then, when she had been forced to touch it. It made her feel dirty in more ways than one.

She hated how she had been preyed upon. She hated how her mother had never stopped it. She hated how she had enjoyed it. How she used to look forward to him sneaking in to her room all those years ago. How good it felt to have his fingers inside her while he groaned above her. And how happy she felt when she got him to cum, even if it splattered all over her face and hands. But most of all she hated how she used to fantasize about him after he was gone. She used to fantasize about him fucking her. She couldn't even count the number of times she rubbed herself to orgasm thinking about his dog dick inside of her. All the way.

Her excuse had been it was close to the size of her daughter's fist. Which it was. But, also...it was a way to live out a sick fantasy of hers.

Over the course of the afternoon and evening she had multiple orgasms. Whether on her back, on her front, or riding it on the ground, it seemed to hit the right spots with every thrust. She was able to give herself a rare penetrative orgasm, on her back in bed, with one hand bracing her on the bed with the other steadily thrusting the dildo in and out. Every push of the dildo caused the knot to stretch against her entrance in uncomfortable pleasure. It was difficult to decide on what to think about while fucking herself -- her mom's boyfriend thrusting his cock into her, or her daughter's arm sliding in and out of her? In the end she came while thinking about the perverted pedo fucking her small, pre-teen body.

That thought only carried over as she moved to the ground for more solid support and rode the dildo. She fantasized straddling the man's pelvis and slowly lowering herself onto his cock, easily working moans out of him as she bounced up and down. Finally, the temptation was too much, and she splayed her legs out, resting her weight on her knees and toes. With her legs out of the way from underneath her, she could push her ass all the way down to the ground. To the knot.

She leaned forward and used a hand to brace herself as she pushed down. Her ears flopped over her face as she looked down, trying to see the knot penetrating her. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the knot finally worked its way into her with a slick pop sound. She rubbed at her clit, her shaky legs barely holding her up as she brought herself to a quick orgasm. Is this what it would have felt like, if she had been able to ride him back then? His knot barely fitting in her small, young pussy? The walls of her pussy squeezing over and over at the intrusive knot, milking his cock for all it's worth? The shame from her old feelings of wanting to know the answer only drove her to yet another round.

Her next orgasm was from imagining the boyfriend fucking her daughter. She got off on the idea of just watching someone fuck her daughter. It was sick. But she couldn't get it out of her mind.

Nighttime fell and Emily was utterly worn out. She hadn't felt this relaxed in years without alcohol being involved.

But it couldn't hurt to be even more relaxed, right? She sipped on a drink while studying the Feeldoe she had bought. The thoughts and feelings she had worked through while fucking herself for hours had solidified her resolve.

This was what her daughter needed.

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Holly had come home today. She was a ball of excitement as she told her mom all about the things she had done with her friend over supper. Watching movies, doing some arts and crafts, and trying out a makeup kit her friend had gotten for middle school. Emily and Holly laughed together as they chatted about the good times she had at the sleepover. Holly helped her mother clean and put away the dishes after supper before excusing herself to her room.

The normalcy of dinner made Emily wonder...was the last week actually some kind of crazy fever dream? Her daughter seemed to be a perfectly normal 11 year old girl. They had had a perfectly normal conversation while eating perfectly normal food. A perfectly normal 11 year old wasn't interested in going down on or fisting her own mother, right? Emily felt lightheaded as she tried to figure out the truth of what had been happening recently.

Her reservations didn't stop her from preparing for tonight, though. After spending some time watching TV and winding down from the day she went to her room. There it was in the drawer, right where she had left it. The Feeldoe. Leaving her panties in her room, she put a small towel on the couch to protect it from wayward fluids before sitting down. She oiled up the Feeldoe using a fresh bottle of lube before she put the bulbous growth off the side to her entrance and pushed.

Emily gave a few moans as she worked it into her pussy all the way, shuddering with pleasure and excitement as she looked down at the result. She had a cock sticking up from between her legs. As someone who had seen real cocks attached to real men it looked a little funny, but Holly wouldn't know the difference. It would definitely do the job.

After covering her legs and stomach with a blanket it was perfectly hidden. She thought about going into Holly's room to fuck her there, but part of her wanted to give them a chance to go back to normal. Maybe last week was just some kind of crazy fluke. Maybe now that her daughter had a break she wouldn't want to continue her little sessions.

So she sat there lying in wait as it got later and later. She tensed her pussy muscles and shifted around every so often, enjoying the feeling of the Feeldoe shifting around in her. As the TV programming gradually shifted to late night programming, signalling it was past the time Holly would normally come out, she was equally parts disappointed and relieved. Well, after spending a few hours edging herself she was ready for relief. She could go back in her room and try out "Johnny" again.

Just as she was about to pull the blanket off and head to her room she heard it.

Caclick.

She gasped softly in surprise as the familiar sound of Emily opening her door reached her ears. The small frame of her daughter appeared in the hallway. She didn't even pause as she made her way into the living room and was highlighted by the harsh, white light of the television.

Ok. This is it. The time to act was now. Unlike their other encounters, some talking would need to happen. Emily gulped as she turned the TV volume low.

"Holly. Come in front of me."

Holly nibbled nervously on her hand for a moment before approaching her mother. It was the first time she had actually requested that Holly be near her...and it excited her. Thinking that her mother had commanded her to go down on her, she kneeled in front of her mother, pushing between her legs. She was about to pull away at the blanked before Emily stopped her by stroking at her head.

"Sweetie...do you know why I've been doing this with you, every night?"

Holly bit at her lip, not wanting to answer. As it became clear her mother was requiring an answer she pulled her shoulders in from embarrassment as she was forced to answer.

"Because...it feels good?" As Emily nudged her daughter's head up, making her daughter look at her, Holly giggled as she was put on the spot. "Like...really good?"

"Well, that's part of it." Emily grinned back. "But more than anything I want you to get experience with this kind of stuff at home. I want you go explore with someone you feel safe with, so you don't get caught up with boys and do something stupid like I did."

Sure, maybe things had gotten a little out of hand. Her daughter pushing her fist into her pussy didn't really have anything to do with her original goal, but Emily rationalized that her heart was in the right spot at least.

"So if there's anything you're curious about with sex, I'd prefer you talk to me first instead of getting mixed in with a boy, okay?"

Holly nodded as Emily finished. Emily smiled down at her daughter. Good. Time for the next step.

"That's why..." With a tug the blanket covering Emily's lap was easily pulled away. Holly gasped in surprise as she saw the artificial pink cock sticking out from between her mother's legs. "I got this. I imagine you're curious about penises, right?"

Holly nodded again, her eyes locked on the dildo.

"This isn't quite the real thing, but it should do for getting experience safely at home."

Emily spread her legs apart and gently pulled at Holly's shoulders, inviting her in. Holly scooted right up against the couch and reached out to touch the dildo. Emily murmured with pleasure as her daughter moved the dildo around, causing it to pull around inside her.

Leaning forward, Emily spoke to her daughter softly as she played with her fake cock. "Guys like it when you touch it, but they really like it when you suck on it. That will be something they'll demand for sure."

"Like...with my mouth?" Holly looked up at her mother, her face full of curiosity. Emily half expected her daughter to be grossed out by that news, but then again, Holly's face had been buried in her pussy multiple times already, so...

Emily nodded. "Like you do with me, only you have to get good at sucking instead of licking."

"Ohh..."

Emily's hand stroked Holly's head a few times before she gently prodded her daughter's head forward.

"Go on, try it out."

That was all the prodding she needed. Opening her mouth and zeroing in on the cock, Holly eagerly took the dildo into her mouth and sucked on it. From the hard tugging she felt from the Feeldoe, Emily could tell she was being a little rough.

"Gentle, sweetie. Men's cocks are very sensitive. You'll have to be careful of your teeth, okay?"

Holly murmured an acknowledgement and experimented with her mouth, figuring out how to suck around the cock without her teeth rubbing against it. After some time she figured it out, her technique a little sloppy and filling the with slurping sounds, but it was workable from what Emily could tell.

"Okay, now you'll want to move your head up and down while continuing to suck." Emily gently grabbed the back of Holly's head and guided her, leaving her hand to stroke at her daughter's head as she figured out how to keep up a rhythm and suck gently at the same time. Soon enough she had figured it out, Emily shivering with pleasure as she watched her young girl suck her first cock. As her daughter's head moved up and down the suction of her mouth pulled at the dildo, rocking it back and forth inside Emily's pussy. While it definitely didn't feel as good for her as a guy, she hummed softly with pleasure as her daughter gave her a faux blowjob.

After a few minutes of this Holly pulled away and rubbed at her jaw.

"Momma, my mouth's gettin' tired."

Emily laughed and gave her daughter's head a few strokes. "I know the feeling. That's okay sweetie, you did a good job."

Holly beamed up at her mom at the compliment.

"You ready for the next step?"

Holly nodded excitedly.

"Take off your clothes, okay?"

A shiver ran through Emily as she asked. All the other sexual contact with her daughter had really just...happened. There had been no instructions, no requests. It almost hadn't really "felt" like sex in a way. But tonight was different. Emily just asked her daughter to take off her clothes.

None of these complicated feelings seemed to be running through Holly. Her clothes were discarded on the floor almost faster than Emily's distracted mind could comprehend. Emily gave one last, nervous gulp before reaching out for her daughter. It was time. She was going to fuck her own daughter.

Holly's small body was easily pulled up onto the couch, and whatever inkling of sex she had picked up from society led her to working to position her on top of her mother, straddling her on the couch while facing each other. The Feeldoe poking up between Emily's legs rubbed pleasurably against their bodies as they hugged themselves against each other. Holly pushed her face into her mother's shoulder affectionately.

Emily hand snaked back to her daughter's ass, cupping around the furred flesh before her fingers slid to the forbidden flesh between her legs. Holly gasped and wriggled as her mother's fingers found her pussy and poked around. Emily nodded to herself. The young girl's pussy was soaked. There was no need for further lube.

"Do you like the things we do together, sweetie?" Emily's fingers prodded more at her daughter's pussy, teasingly dipping into the entrance to emphasize her question. She had been afraid for so many nights to ask the question, but her daughter's moan told her everything she needed to know.

"Mm! Yes, momma. It feels nice..."

"I like it too." Emily gave a sigh. As silly as it was, she had been afraid that her daughter felt obligated or forced in some way to come out to the couch every night. Holly's answer wasn't from someone who was afraid. It was from someone who was genuinely enjoying it.

With some of her fears assuaged, Emily grabbed her daughter's hips in her hands and pulled her away. The Feeldoe dragged against Holly's stomach, coming to rest at the young girl's opening as Emily guided her.

Emily didn't need to ask. She knew the trembling from her daughter was from excitement, not anxiety. Even through the silicone she could feel how well the tip of the Feeldoe slipped around her daughter's pussy from her natural lubrication. She was ready.

Emily pushed down on her daughter's hips and slowly impaled her on the Feeldoe.

"Ohh, oh momma..." Even though it was larger than the two fingers that Emily had penetrated her daughter with before, Holly moaned out in pleasure as the Feeldoe easily slipped inside her waiting and willing pussy. The young girl trembled and hugged her mother close as the dildo settled inside her, hitting her deeper and stretching her out farther than her mother's fingers ever did.

Before giving her daughter too much time to adjust to the dildo Emily's hands squeezed down on Holly's hips and started to rock her back and forth. Holly gave a strained groan as the rocking motion caused the dildo to slide around inside her. Even with her natural lube, the dildo still pushed uncomfortably at her virgin walls.

Emily nuzzled her face against Holly's and spoke gently to her. "Boys are going to be impatient, so you'll need to get used to loosening up while they're inside of you like this, okay?"

Holly nodded and pushed her face harder against her mother's shoulder. Emily didn't want to hurt her daughter, but she didn't want to go too slow and give a false impression of sex either. Now that she was sure Holly was okay with what they were doing, she felt better about pushing the boundaries a little.

As Emily felt Holly's insides loosening up she started bouncing the girl on her lap. She didn't want to increase the pace too much, but the added bouncing worked the dildo further out and in each time. Holly clung to her mother and continued to give strained moans and groans as her mother carefully edged the boundary of pleasure and uncomfortable fullness.

Eventually the girl adjusted to the new movement and Emily kept up a steady pace, done with pushing the limits of her daughter's comfort.

"It...it's starting to feel good..." Holly cooed out.

"Do you want to move on your own now?"

After a nod from Holly, Emily let go of the girl and let her move her own hips. After a little experimentation Holly figured out a rocking and bouncing motion that felt nice. With her hands now free Emily reached down between them and rubbed at her daughter's clit as the young girl rode her fake cock. Holly's legs trembled as she was pleasured multiple ways at once.

"Wait, momma, If you do that, I'm..."

"Keep going." Her tone was gentle but firm. Not only did Emily want her daughter to feel good, she had to admit she was starting to get sexually frustrated. The Feeldoe had been inside her for hours now, edging her the whole time. Since her daughter had been on her lap with the dildo inside of her it rubbed against her clit pleasurably with every bounce. Her busy fingers caused the girl's movements to be more erratic, increasing her pleasure even more.

With her mother's encouraging words and fingers Holly kept up her movement, her moans getting louder as she neared her climax. Emily gritted her teeth and growled as the movements from her daughter brought her to agonizingly close to orgasm. Close...almost there...just a little more...

With a cry Holly came. Her legs clamped around her mother's hips and her body shook as an orgasm rippled through her.

No, no! She was so close! Holly couldn't stop now! Emily's hands wrapped back around her daughter's hips and started rocking the girl's hips back and forth again. Holly's cries of pleasure were renewed as her mother forcibly moved her hips and the dildo dug into the sensitive flesh of her pussy.

Even as her mother overstimulated her young mind and body, even as she was jostled around by her mother's needy hands, Holly didn't pull away or try to stop her mother. She endured the invasive fake cock inside her pussy, her whimpers and cries mixing with her mother's growls and grunts. She clung to her mother and writhed in her arms like a good girl as she was used as a sex toy.

Luckily, Emily was close enough. She soon came after her daughter, wrapping her arms around her daughter and squeezing her close as her hips bucked up involuntarily. The two girls moaned together as Emily's moving hips caused the dildo to grind against both of their insides.

With a long sigh Emily released her hold and settled back on the couch. The two of them sat there, gasping for breath, as their orgasms slowly subsided.

"You doing okay, sweetie?" Emily was afraid she went too far, but Holly only nodded and slurped up drool that had escaped during her extended orgasm.

"That wass...good."

Emily smiled and stroked her daughter's hair.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Carefully extracting her daughter from the dildo, and then herself, Emily picked up her daughter and brought her to her room. Holly was out as soon as she was tucked into bed. Holly smiled as she looked down at her daughter sleeping peacefully.

She had a feeling that after today things might be a little different between them. And she was looking forward to it.