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Mrs Harrison

By: Manofthehillpeople



“Yes Mrs. Harrison.” Tommy said to his teacher. Mrs. Harrison looked over at him and smiled slightly.

“It’s ok Tommy, but if you have any further problems tell me before you get in over your head.” Mrs. Harrison said to her student. Mrs. Harrison or Martha Harrison, as she was known outside school was a twelfth grade American History teacher. She had been teaching all her adult life since college, the last seven years at this school and grade. Martha was happily married to her husband Jonathon and was the mother of three children. Laura, the eldest was in her third year of college and far from home now. Chris was her second oldest and her only son, he was in his first year of a local college and still lived at home. Martha often thought he stayed at home because he knew he couldn’t cook or clean worth a damn. And then there was her youngest, Jenny. This was a bit of a problem these past few weeks since the start of this new school year. Jenny was now in her mother’s class and Martha was having a time trying to forget she was her daughter during school time.

Martha had come to the decision when they learned they would be in the same class, that Jenny would have to address her and act toward her like any teacher, while in school, except when totally alone. Jenny found this hard, due mostly to the fact that, as Martha called it; she was a bit of a momma’s girl. Martha loved that she still called her mommy, but being in a school environment, Martha knew she would be teased badly if she let Jenny refer to her as “Mommy”. Not to mention she herself would get ribbed by her fellow teachers. So for school she was “Mrs. Harrison” to all her students.

“Ok anyone else have anymore questions about the reasons why the U.S. was colonized? If not please open your books to page 54 and read quietly to about page 60 or so till the end of class.” Martha told her class, her eyes scanning the room as she often did to try and find any looks of confusion. Martha was about to look into her class planner and check on possible homework when she noticed her daughter quietly talking to the boy across from her. His name was Jeffery and Martha had noticed her daughter had been talking a fair bit to him in the past few days. Martha had also noticed they had been “checking” each other out on several occasions. Martha sighed, she hated to jump onto Jenny, but she would any other student in her class for talking as Jenny was doing now.

“Jenny, Jeffery; is there any thing you have to share with the class about American history since you both seem to want to talk?” Martha asked the two teenagers as they both swiftly looked up and turned beet red. Jeffery stammered then just shook his head. Martha glanced at her daughter.

“Mom…..I mean no Mrs. Harrison….we…we were just talking.” Jenny stammered out in embarrassment. Jenny couldn’t believe her mom had just embarrassed her that way and her face showed it.

“Well in the future Jenny please keep the talking to class subjects only, while in MY classroom. Is that understood? Both of you.” Martha said to both of them, but after she had uttered the words, knew she was talking almost entirely to her daughter. Martha felt a bit guilty now, especially seeing now her daughters eyes start to tear up as she hung her head down.

“Ye...yes...Mrs. Harrison, I understand.” Jenny stammered quietly, looking at her desk. Some of the other students giggled softly, but stopped or hid it after Martha glance over the room. Martha’s eyes rested on the boy Jeffery, which caused him to again turn red and look at his desk. After resuming looking at her planner, Martha wondered if she had gone too far. She doubted she would have gone that far with any other student. Usually she wasn’t a tyrant, but something about her daughter nowadays had her worried.

Martha thought for a minute and guessed maybe she was afraid her “little” child was growing up. Hell Martha thought, she’s grown now. Martha was well aware Jenny’s body was almost as developed as hers. And she wasn’t exactly unattractive. Martha had nice large breasts and the rest of her body was in good shape, with only a slight amount of fat on her waist and hips. But with her large breasts, Martha knew that together it all fit into place on herself. She also knew others liked the way she looked. Many of her fellow male teachers would often ogle her she had noticed. Not to mention the countless young men in the school she had caught sneaking peaks at her. 

Martha had even gone and teased her male students on occasion by wearing blouses with lots of cleavage or short skirts. Martha smiled and almost laughed aloud when she thought back to last year when she had worn a mini skirt and made a point of bending over a lot then glancing over her shoulder to see which of the male students (and a few females, she had also noticed) were staring at her upper legs. She then called a few of them to the board to write answers to oral questions when she figured some of them had hard-ons. Martha also recalled how horny that had made her. Jonathon had been in for a marathon sex session that night.

Martha looked up, feeling very flushed and horny, again remembering the times she had been naughty to her students. She looked at her daughter, who was reading at the moment, and really looked at her. Martha came to the realization that her daughter was very beautiful and looked at her daughter’s breasts and caught herself wondering what Jenny’s breasts would look like, or even feel like. Unlike herself Laura hadn’t inherited her “gifted” breasts, being very slim of build and small breasted. But Jenny’s breasts were just as large as hers; Martha noticed and felt a rush pass through her, suddenly having a desire to see them. Martha almost gasped aloud catching herself as she thought this. What am I thinking about here, she asked herself? Martha shook her head and tried to think about homework for her students, but for some reason the image of her daughter’s body kept popping up in her head. When the bell rang, ending her class and also being the bell ending the school day, Martha jumped in her seat. As the students jumped up and started to move toward the door, she also stood up, feeling rather confused.

“Umm…well ok I guess….just read the rest of the chapter for homework….and we’ll discuss it in class tomorrow. Ok bye everyone.” Martha blurted out and looked over at her daughter, who seemed to be trying to avoid her and head for the door. Even though Martha figured her daughters feelings may be hurt, she also knew Jenny rode to school with her in her car, and figured her daughter was acting a bit silly. Martha cleared her throat and when Jenny raised her eyes to her, Martha motioned with her finger to follow into her office. Jenny followed her and closed the door behind her. 

“Jenny, I’m sorry sweetie if I was too rough on you. I’m…I’m trying hard to balance the teacher –mother bit in the class room.” Martha said in a soothing tone to her daughter. But Jenny seemed to get mad at the apology.

“Mommy…you…you weren’t being fair. I was just answering something that Jeffery had asked me is all…and…and you chew my head off. You don’t do that to the other kids.” Jenny stated to her mother as tears welled up into her eyes. Jenny looked away as Martha walked over to hug her daughter, and Jenny buried her head into her mothers shoulder. Martha felt bad that she had caused her daughter to cry. But after holding Jenny for a few seconds she again noticed her daughters breast, which were pressed to her own, and Martha felt a rush pass through her again. Martha thrust the thought back as she broke the hug and used her hand to raise Jenny’s head. She seemed to be almost through crying. 

“You ok honey? If I could take back what I said….at least some of it…I would. I’m sorry I was so harsh. Are you going to be ok?” Martha asked her daughter. Jenny shook her head.

“Yeah…Ill be ok in a second. Arggh…I need to go back out there in a minute, Suzie was waiting for me outside the classroom. Do I look too bad from crying?” Jenny asked her mother. Martha smiled grimly, it would take a bit before the puffiness around Jenny’s eyes would subside Martha knew.

“Umm…better wait a minute honey. Have a seat, I have to check something’s before we can go. Give your eyes a minute before you go out.” Martha suggested as her daughter shook her head and sat in another chair in her mother office. Martha began checking papers and after a minute or so a knock came at her door.

“Come in.” Martha said, figuring that it was Suzie, and seeing that it was when the door opened. “Hello Suzie, come in.” 

“Oh its ok….I was just wondering if Jenny’s ok to come out for a bit before you two leave.” Suzie said meekly, thinking maybe that her friend may have been getting fussed out more by her mom. Martha smiled half guessing Suzie’s thoughts.

“No she’s fine…Jenny I should be finished in about 20 minutes…meet you near our car ok honey.” Martha said as Jenny walked with her friend to the door to leave.

“Ok mommy….uuhh Mrs. Harrison.” Jenny stuttered out as Martha broke out laughing.

“Sweetie its ok…just not in front of the whole class, but Suzie’s your friend. You two run off, I’ll be finished in a bit.” Martha said as she watched them leave.

“Ok mom, meet you at the car then.” Jenny said as she closed the door to her mother’s office. Martha smiled and continued her work. She caught herself thinking that Suzie seemed to be a good friend for her daughter, and Martha started thinking how attractive she looked as well. Suzie was African American, being petite but having a very nice figure. Martha started to wonder what Suzie’s body would look like nude, and felt her pussy getting wet again as it did earlier while thinking of Jenny. Martha again caught herself, wondering why these thoughts were suddenly popping into her head. She clenched her fist and crumpled the paper she had been using to write down assignments on. 

“Argghh…what’s wrong with me. I can’t get anything done today like this.” Martha spoke aloud quietly. She then rose up and filled her briefcase and got ready to go. “Might as well find Jenny and try and leave a bit early.” She said to herself. She then left her classroom and started looking for her daughter. After a quick walk around the halls she went to her car and still could not locate Jenny. Martha now felt very frustrated, after having those thoughts she now wanted to leave and just go home. She began searching again. After a few minutes Martha rounded a corner and heard soft voices. This portion of the school was now totally empty, the remaining students at the front near or at the parking lot. Martha walked on the carpet and got close to a slightly open janitors closet. For some reason she felt like being quiet and snuck up to the slight open door.

“Mmm…that’s good…I like that. I’m glad you talked me into kissing you….its turned a really crappy day around. It sends tingles to my toes.” Martha heard a voice say. 

“No problem girlfriend…mmmm…I’m defiantly glad I decided to ask you. I felt like kissing you the day I meet you in class for the first time. I can’t wait till you come over tomorrow night for the sleep over. We can kiss more…and…” Martha heard another voice say and went into shock think she knew who the voices were.

“And what…?” Martha heard through the door.

“Well…let’s just see what happens girlfriend…mmmmm.” Martha heard through the door. She guessed that was Suzie and her Jenny talking...and even now kissing. She knew Jenny was supposed to stay over at Suzie’s tomorrow night and besides, Martha recognized her daughter’s voice after a few seconds. Martha wasn’t sure what to do, but quietly backed up and left the door, then turned and almost ran to her car. What was she to do she thought? Martha had no indication that Jenny was gay. She knew her daughter had never been out dating, but also knew Jenny was extremely shy. Martha slowed down when she got close to her car and tried to think about what to say to her child, or even should she. If Jenny wanted to be a lesbian, it was her business…right? Martha almost was on the verge of crying…either that or screaming. How could Jenny be gay? Martha opened her car door up and sat in the driver’s seat. Soon she looked up and saw Jenny and Suzie walking her way, as they turned a corner and walked under the covered walk to the parking lot. Martha could see them smiling at each other and talking, though they avoided contact now. Before they arrived at the car Martha decided she would need to talk to Jenny before Saturday night got here, or her daughter might wind up doing something she might regret.

“See you tomorrow in class Jenny….bye Mrs. Harrison.” Suzie said as she parted ways near the car and headed for her own vehicle. 

“Hiya mommy...ready to go?” Jenny said as she reached the car. Martha shook herself out of her thoughts to answer her daughter.

“Umm sure Jenny….umm yes…ready to go.” Martha said feeling a bit drained and stunned. Jenny noticed her mother’s lack of emotion and wondered what was wrong.

“Mommy….what’s wrong?” Jenny said looking concerned. Martha tried to shake herself out of it and put on a slight smile for her daughter.

“Oh nothing honey….just tired I think. Ill be fine in a bit after we get home.” Martha answered her daughter as Jenny sat down and closed the door. Martha started the car and pulled out of the parking lot and started on the road home.

On the way home Martha began to wonder what Suzie and Jenny looked like kissing. Or even how they would look if they got even more intimate. Martha had never had sex with a woman; in fact she only had sex with one man before her husband and none since. But she and her husband had watched porno’s over the years. In fact they had a few special movies they had bought and kept deep in their closet. So Martha had seen lesbian acts in some of those movies and knew women could be just as pleased by other women as men could do to them. She had wondered what a woman’s tongue or fingers would feel like stroking her private areas and now felt rather horny picturing her Jenny with her legs spread and the pretty Suzie fingering or even licking her daughter. Again Martha felt reservations with such thoughts, but they were just thoughts. Besides she had to know what she was up against if she was going to talk to her daughter about….what might happen. So Martha sighed a bit and tried to get a good picture in her head of how the two would look while they might be “experimenting.” Meanwhile, she failed to notice just how wet such thoughts were making her. As Martha was pulling up close to their house, Jenny again noticed her mother wasn’t quite herself and wondered what was up.

“Mommy, are you ok…you usually aren’t so quiet on the way home?” Jenny asked of her mother. Martha broke out of her thoughts, she was just wondering what it would feel like to have another woman (or girl) licking her pussy. Martha felt herself blushing as she looked quickly at her daughter and again noticed how pretty her daughter was. Martha pulled the car into the drive way and stopped the car.

“Oh…sorry honey…just thinking about stuff while I was driving. I didn’t mean to be so quiet.” Martha said as they got out of the car and entered the house. Martha looked over at her daughter and tried to gauge if the timing was right. “Did…you want to talk about anything sweetie?” Martha asked, wondering if Jenny wanted to talk about anything that may have happened today. Jenny looked over at her mother and figured she meant what happened in class.

“Well…mommy…I really hate addressing you at school as Mrs. Harrison. I know why and all…but I really hate it. And what you did today…that was mean mommy. You really embarrassed me in front of the class.” Jenny said, hoping her mother wouldn’t get mad at her now. Martha looked at her daughter and frowned, partly because she knew she had embarrassed her daughter but partly because she had hoped Jenny would talk about her and Suzie.

“Jenny…you know we have to be teacher/student while in class. I would be remiss in my job to do otherwise then to try and treat you as any student. I’m sorry if maybe…and I mean maybe, I went overboard.” Martha said feeling a bit defensive. Jenny’s nose wrinkled up, a sign she often did when she was getting mad.

“Maybe? Mommy you totally trashed me in front of my friends… and worse…not so friendly kids. JUST FOR TALKING!” Jenny yelled at her mother, feeling quite mad now. Jenny rarely argued with her mother and Martha was a bit shocked but came back quite mad herself.

“That’s right young lady…talking…in class, which you know is one of my rules! What were you talking to Jeffery about anyway Jenny? It must have been good…you usually don’t brake the rules for small things.” Martha asked, now feeling more curious then upset after thinking about her daughters talking in class. Jenny was taken aback. Jeffery had been asking her on a date when her mom had interrupted him, now Jenny knew he probably wouldn’t go out with her after him being embarrassed like that. Jenny fumed now at that thought and her face grew quite livid.

“No Mrs. Harrison…I have nothing to say about that!” Jenny uttered to her mother, who looked as if her daughter had slapped her. Martha took a step back stunned, then a sudden rage hit Martha Harrison and she stepped back toward her daughter and slapped Jenny hard on the cheek. Jenny almost fell down, though more from surprise then the weight of the slap, though her cheek stung fiercely now.

“Well if you don’t want to discuss Jeffery…maybe you want to discuss little Suzie…and you two making out in the janitors broom closet, daughter of mine!” Martha said with an edge in her voice. Jenny gasped in shock and horror, knowing her mother knew about her and Suzie. Jenny erupted in tears and hid her face with her hands and sunk to her knees onto the living room floor. Martha’s anger quickly left her and she was aghast at striking, then humiliating her daughter like that. Martha quickly knelt with her daughter and fiercely hugged her to herself.

“Jenny…Jenny…I’m sooo sorry. My god what have I done…I’m sorry…sorry sweetie. Please forgive me…my god…I’m so sorry sweetie.” Martha chanted to her daughter as the tears also streamed down her face and onto her daughters hair. Martha grew frantic now; Jenny wouldn’t acknowledge her attempts to comfort her. Martha didn’t know what to do, but had a strong urge to have her daughter look at her.

“Jenny…Jenny sweetie look at mommy…here…look at me…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” Martha said as she raised her still crying daughters face and tried to make eye contact. But Jenny wouldn’t stop crying. Martha grew almost hectic and started kissing her daughters forehead. 

“Jenny I’m sorry…Mommy will make it better…please sweetie…forgive mommy.” Martha said as she now kissed over Jenny’s cheeks and onto her daughter’s eyes to kiss away the tears which still fell. Martha continued to kiss her daughter, not noticing that she was growing quite excited, that her hands which had been embracing her daughter now started to roam onto other parts of her daughter’s body. So it was that slowly Jenny cried less, almost stopping when her body felt her mothers hands start to massage the sides of her breasts. Martha kissed over Jenny’s lips and Jenny suddenly pressed back and threw her arms around her mother. They kissed for awhile before Jenny had to breathe.

“Oh mommy…that feels so good!” Jenny uttered to her mother. It was only then that Martha realized what she was doing and gasped and pulled away from her daughter.

“My god…what have I been doing…I’m so sorry Jenny…forgive me…my god!” Martha said aloud in shock to her daughter, but Jenny moved closer again to her mother. 

“But mommy…that felt so good. Please mommy…I still need you too hold me…please.” Jenny said; honestly still feeling very distressed and tears again formed in her eyes as she held her arms out for her mother to hold her. Martha looked at her daughter and only hesitated briefly before again embracing her daughter. She couldn’t stand that her daughter felt bad, more so because she had caused it. Martha again felt herself getting excited, but she refrained from kissing Jenny as before or rubbing her hands over her daughters body. But Jenny felt no such restraint and started to kiss her mothers neck as she massaged her mothers back. Martha groaned as she felt Jenny’s soft kisses on her neck and felt like she was falling into a dream.


Mrs Harrison



Looking back, I guess my parents were sort of latter day hippies. My father always said that they were serial entrepreneurs, but that doesn't quite tell the whole story. The businesses that they started were almost always 'fringe' businesses – good for the planet but not so good for the family's bank account. A few of them almost succeeded. But mostly they failed. And sometimes they failed spectacularly.

I think that part of the problem was that both of my parents were easily bored. As a result, we were always moving on to pastures greener. By the time I was 16, we had lived in 18 different places – including in a tumbling-down farmhouse in Normandy and on a former fishing boat that was always threatening to sink. But mostly we just moved back and forth across the southern counties of England.

Because we were always moving, my schooling was far from normal. My mother had briefly been a primary school teacher (before she had become bored with life in the classroom), and so I was mainly home schooled. The only time that I attended a proper school for any length of time was when we lived just outside of Rye in East Sussex. 

My father had a plan to produce 'collectible' hand-printed and hand-coloured postcards with scenes of Rye harbour, the Martello Tower, and various other picturesque local landmarks. I sometimes think that having gone to school in Rye is why I have a bit of a soft spot for the Cinque Port village. If I'm ever down in that corner of the country, I usually try to stop off in Rye for a cup of coffee or a sandwich or something.

As it happens, about six months ago, I had to be in Hastings – just along the coast from Rye – for a meeting early on a Monday morning. I could have caught the train; I probably should have caught the train. But I decided to drive down on Sunday afternoon. And, yes, I also decided to make a little detour though Rye on the way.

I arrived in Rye at about 3:30 and managed to fluke a parking space almost right outside one of the coffee shops. Rye itself didn't seem to be that busy, but the coffee shop was packed. Nevertheless, I ordered a coffee and one of the delicious-looking scones, and looked around for somewhere to sit.

It seemed that all of the tables were occupied but, at one of them, a middle-aged woman was sitting all by herself reading a traditional paperback. I decided to ask if I might perhaps share her table.

'But of course,' she said, looking up from her book. 'Be my guest.'

I thanked her, placed the plate with my scone on the table, and waited for the waitress to bring me my coffee.

'Just visiting?' the woman asked.

'On my way to Hastings,' I said. 'But I have a bit of a soft spot for Rye. I usually try to stop off for a visit whenever I'm in this corner of the world. How about you?'

'I live here,' she said. 'Well, just outside. And, yes, it is the sort of place that you can get to like, isn't it.'

There was something familiar about the woman. I couldn't quite decide what. Perhaps I'd just seen her on another of my visits. Or maybe she was an actress or something like that. A BBC producer that I knew had told me that there were a number of film and TV people living in and around Rye. And then it struck me. 'You're not by any chance Miss Brownlow, are you?' I asked.

She looked at me with a look that clearly said: And why are you asking this, young man? Should I know you from somewhere? 'Gosh,' she said, after a moment or two, 'that was ... that was a while ago. Before I was married. For the past 20 years or so I've been Mrs Harrison. But, yes, I used to be Miss Brownlow.'

'Well, well,' I said. 'I'm sure that you don't remember me, but you were my teacher. Quite a while ago now, of course. I'm Jerry Turkle. Jeremiah back in those days.'

She narrowed her violet-blue eyes and frowned slightly. 'Yes,' she said. 'Yes, Jeremiah Turkle. I do remember you. Your parents were artists, weren't they? They had a studio or whatever down by the harbour. I remember your father making brightly-coloured pictures – watercolours, I think.'

'That's right,' I said. 'Postcards. I think they were all individually hand-coloured. I was only about eight or nine at the time.'

She nodded again. 'Jeremiah Turkle. Well, well.'

'Are you still teaching?' I asked.

She shook her head. 'I retired almost three years ago. I now run a small B&B.' And she reached into her handbag and produced a printed business card which she handed to me. The Smuggler's Cottage. 'It keeps me busy,' she said.

'Thank you. I shall have to remember your establishment next time I'm down this way and need a place to stay.'

'Well, well, Jeremiah Turkle. I remember you having long, curly hair,' she said. 'But then, I suppose most of the boys had long hair in those days, didn't they?'

'I guess they did. To be honest, I can't really remember.'

'And so what are you doing these days?' she asked.

I explained that I was a partner in a project management company. 'We tend to specialise in major IT projects within the public sector,' I said. 'We try to keep the job on time and on budget, while stopping the public sector customers and the software vendors from visiting violence upon one another.'

Again she frowned slightly. 'Did you have a leaning towards maths when you were younger?' she said. 'I can't remember.'

'I was always fascinated by geometry – you know ... shapes ... patterns ... sequences ... relationships. And I was quite good at board games – chess ... backgammon ... stuff like that. I applied to several universities, but none of them were particularly interested in a kid who had only had a couple of years of "proper" schooling. So I managed to get an apprenticeship with some quantity surveyors. From there, one thing just led to another. I guess I got lucky.'

Mrs Harrison smiled. 'I like it when things work out for people,' she said.

We chatted on for another ten minutes or so and then Mrs Harrison announced that she had better get going. 'One of the drawbacks with a B&B: someone has to be on the premises at all times. I had better go and give Ashley a break.'

'Well ... nice to see you again,' I said. 'And I shall have to keep The Smuggler's Cottage in mind for my next visit.'

'Yes, do that. And nice to see you, too,' she said.

'By the way, is it, was it, really a smuggler's cottage?' I asked.

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. 'Who knows? It makes a good story though.'

The Monday morning meeting went well. We were awarded the project. And the following Sunday afternoon I was again headed for the south coast – only this time my overnight destination was The Smuggler's Cottage.

From the road, The Smuggler's Cottage was pretty much what I had expected: vernacular brick and timber, with a roof of what appeared to be handmade terracotta tiles. But, as I pulled into the gravelled car parking area at the side of the cottage, I noticed that, at the back of the building, the 18th century architecture gave way to something from the early 21st century. And, what's more, at first glance it seemed to work.

'Welcome to The Smuggler's Cottage. I trust you had a pleasant journey.'

'Ah, Miss Brownlow. I mean ... Mrs Harrison.'

'Linda,' she said.

'Linda?'

She smiled.

'Ah, yes. Linda. Right.'

'Do you need a hand with your luggage?'

'Umm ... no. No, I'm fine, thanks' I said. 'Just these two bags.' I followed Linda into the house.

Considering the apparent humble beginnings of The Smuggler's Cottage, the entrance area was surprisingly spacious. I guess it would have originally been the main living area.

'I've put you in Romney,' Linda said. 'It has a nice view across the marshes. If you're interested in birds, we seem to have a pair of Marsh Harriers here at the moment. I'm not sure whether they're nesting or just passing through, but I've seen them several times now. The male is a particularly handsome fellow, almost silvery, with distinctive black wingtips.'

Romney was situated in the modern extension that I'd spotted from the car parking area. The extension was connected to the original cottage by one of those short glassed walkways so loved by planners and heritage people. 'This is very nice,' I said.

Linda smiled and nodded. 'Yes. It took rather a lot of wrangling – with the planners, etcetera – but in the end I think it has all worked out very well.' And then Linda peered into the en suite bathroom and frowned slightly. 'Oh dear. No towels. That's not very good, is it? I'll get Ashley to bring you some.'

While Linda went off to find Ashley and the missing towels, I unpacked a couple of things and then stood at the window, taking in the panoramic view out across the marshes. Somewhere in the middle distance I spotted a large bird, flying low and slow, its long wings held high between languid beats. But it wasn't silvery. It was a muddy brownish colour. And then there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door to be greeted by an attractive young woman of about 20. 'Hello,' she said. 'I'm Ashley. Mum said that you didn't have any towels.' And she handed me a small stack of warm, fluffy towels.

'Oh. Thank you.'

'Is there anything else you need?'

'No. That's fine, thanks.'

I was a bit surprised that Ashley was, first, an attractive young woman and, second, Linda's daughter. When Linda had mentioned Ashley in the coffee shop ('I had better go and give Ashley a break'), I had assumed that she was referring to her husband. But apparently not.

I made myself a cup of instant coffee and drank it while flicking through the neat (but definitely handmade) compendium that was lying on the coffee table. There was a delightful 'possible' history of The Smuggler's Cottage, a rather more evidenced history of Rye and the surrounding areas, a selection of recommended local walks, and a selection of local dining establishments. One in particular – The Armourer's House – looked as though it might be worthy of a visit. But then I noticed that it was closed on Sunday evenings. I decided to wander back downstairs and get a recommendation from Linda.

'Ah, yes,' she said. 'Sunday night can be a bit tricky – especially at this time of the year.' And then she said: 'Look, Ashley is going out with some of her friends this evening and I'm making roast chicken. You'd be most welcome to join me. Nothing flash.'

I was a little taken aback. 'That's very kind,' I said. 'But, umm ....'

'I mean ... only if you want to,' she said. 'I always think that roast chicken is a meal best shared.'

'Well, if you're sure.'

Linda smiled. 'About six-thirty then?'

'Thank you. I think I may even have a bottle of wine with me. Just for emergencies, you understand. I think it should go with chicken.'

'Everything goes with chicken,' Linda said.

Over supper, I learned that Linda had met her husband, George Harrison (not the Beatle of that name, but an entertainment industry fellow nevertheless), when he was directing a film shoot on the outskirts of Winchelsea. It was for a TV commercial and, at the last minute, the production company had needed to recruit a few extras from among the locals.

'My friend Hannah and I thought that it would be a bit of fun. We didn't have to say anything. It was just a walk on and walk off again role. By the time the commercial went to air, I think that I was on screen for just under two seconds. But it was fun. And when the shooting finished for the day, we all retired to The New Inn for a few drinks. One thing led to another, and I ended up spending the night with George.'

A few days later, George flew off to Brazil to take up a job as second unit director on Peter Branguin's now largely forgotten melodrama 'Jennifer, Jennifer'.

'When I called him to tell him that I was pregnant, I think he initially had trouble remembering who I was. But he said that he'd come down and see me when he got back to England. True to his word, he came down to Rye about three weeks later and, in a funny sort of way, I think we were both surprised when he said that we should get married.

'Conveniently, Ashley was born during the August school holidays.' Linda laughed. 'George picked up another second director job from Peter and the three of us – George, Ashley, and I – went off to Spain for a few months. When we got back from Spain, I went back to teaching and George continued to flit hither and thither.'

'And so what made you go from teaching to B&B proprietor?' I said. 'If that's not a rude question.'

'Well, George had done quite well for himself over the years. He was very good at staying in the address books of the people who counted. And he decided, since we had a few pennies in the bank, that we should semi-retire. The plan was that we would buy a place like this, and then he'd do perhaps one or two jobs a year, more or less for beer money. But then, a couple of weeks after we had moved in here, he arrived back from London one day and announced that he was moving to Spain. Not we. He. It seems that he'd been having a long-running thing with one of his editors.

'I can't say that I was entirely surprised. I suppose that in the 18 years that we were together he was away at least half of the time. I knew he had the odd little fling. But I always thought that he'd come home at the end of it.'

'So you're not ...?'

'Not for a couple of years now,' Linda said.

I thought that Linda seemed a little sad, so I switched the topic of conversation. 'I saw a large bird out on the marsh. It was flying low and slow,' I said. 'But it wasn't silver. It was brown – a sort of dull brown.'

Linda brightened up. 'Ah, yes. The hen, probably. It would be nice if they decided to nest.'

The following Sunday I again checked in to The Smuggler's Cottage. 'I've put you in Romney again,' Linda said. 'You didn't seem to mind it too much last time.'

'How are our Marsh Harriers?' I asked.

'I think they may be here to stay for a while. They've been quite active.'

'Nesting?'

Linda smiled.

'And where would they normally nest?' I asked.

'Oh, pretty much anywhere in Western Europe,' Linda said. 'But they do have a tendency to drift south. To have them here is not unknown, but it is a bit unusual. Oh, by the way, do you like duck?'

'Nesting?'

'I was thinking more of slow roasted, with some roasted potatoes, and perhaps a cherry glaze.'

'I do,' I said.

'Good. Shall we say six-thirty?'

'Just as well I stopped for a bottle of wine,' I said.

When I presented myself for the second time in as many weeks at Linda's kitchen, I noticed that the table had again been set for just two diners. 'Is Ashley not ...?'

'She's gone out to Spain to visit her father for a few days,' Linda said. 'Another couple of weeks and things will start to get a bit hectic around here. "Go while you have the chance," I told her.'

'I suppose Sundays are a bit quiet anyway,' I said.

'Nights, yes.'

On the previous Sunday night I had been the only guest.

'Friday and Saturday are our busiest nights. But over the summer, and then again around Christmas, the weeks are usually pretty busy too. Funnily enough, we seem to have quite a core of regulars – bird watchers, fishermen, people like that. And we even have a couple of unlikely swingers who come every month, rain or shine.'

'Swingers?'

'You know ... wife swapping, sexual shenanigans, that sort of thing. Yes, I never would have picked it. He's a dapper little fellow, does something in Whitehall I think, and she is a rather plump mumsy-looking woman.'

'And they told you about their ... umm ... hobby?'

'Oh, goodness me, no. They are discretion itself. Dolly Boot, the massage therapist that I sometimes go to, she told me. I think Dolly's a bit of a player herself. She tried to get me interested a couple of times. "You don't have to do anything," she said. "Not if you don't feel like it. You can just watch." Mmm ... right.'

I refilled our wine glasses.

Ashley was still away when I arrived back at The Smuggler's Cottage the following Sunday. 'This will be my last stay for a week or three,' I told Linda. 'I have to go and kick off a project up in Chester.'

Linda reached out and gently squeezed my hand and made a mock sad face. 'I will miss our little chats,' she said.

'Yes. So will I. But there's still tonight. I read a half-decent review of The George Grill the other day. I'm hoping that you will let me take you there for a little supper.'

'Or I could make us something,' Linda suggested.

'You could. And I'm inclined to think that Linda-made would beat George-made hands down. But I also think that a little break might be good for you.'

Actually, the food at The George was surprisingly good. We both ordered pan fried scallops as a starter, and roasted rump of local lamb with smoked aubergine purée and braised leeks as a main. The review that I had read had said that the service at The George Grill left rather a lot to be desired, but we had no complaints. Perhaps the reviewer had just caught the restaurant on a bad night.

When we arrived back at The Smuggler's Cottage, it was still quite early. 'Perhaps a small glass of cognac?' Linda suggested.

'That would be nice,' I said.

'OK. You go on up to your room and I'll bring the cognac up in about five minutes. I just need to sort a couple of things for the morning.'

While Linda went off to do her 'couple of things for the morning', I went up to the room, rummaged in my overnight bag for my trusty iPod, and, after selecting an old Peter White album, 'Caravan of Dreams', I placed the iPod into the waiting docking station and pressed start. It was only about two-thirds of the way through the first track when there was a knock on the door.

'Room service.' 

I opened the door to be greeted by a tray with a bottle of Rémy Martin and a couple of what I suspect were Waterford cut-crystal brandy glasses.

'I also took the opportunity to make myself comfortable,' Linda said. 'I hope you don't mind.'

No, I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. Linda's idea of comfortable appeared to be largely a matter of swapping the skirt and jumper she had been wearing earlier for a full-length satin-look wrap around robe.

I just smiled. 'Shall I be barman?' I asked.

'Thank you.'

I poured a splash of the Rémy into each of the glasses and handed one of them to Linda. 'Well ... cheers! And thank you for another really nice evening.'

It is I who should be thanking you,' Linda said.

We both took a slow sip from our glasses and then, almost as if it had been choreographed, we both put our glasses down on the table, took a pace towards one another, and kissed. That first kiss was hardly more than a peck really. But there was more to come. Lots more.

'Shall we continue?' I said.

Linda smiled. 'Oh, yes. I think so. Don't you?'

I did. And I gave her my answer by covering her neck with little kisses while, at the same time, loosening the waist tie of her robe. Her robe fell open and I slipped my hand inside.

Beneath her robe, Linda was wearing a deep red satin and lace bra (in what I believe is known as the balconette style) and matching knickers. The bra lifted and somewhat exposed her pale breasts, presenting them for my attention. They were just asking to be covered in kisses, and who was I to decline such an opportunity?

'I think,' Linda said softly, 'that you are a little overdressed for this situation.'

She was right, of course. But it was not a situation that I had expected to encounter – even in my wildest dreams.

I kicked off my moccasin-style loafers and, between the two of us, we quickly removed my shirt and trousers. 'Better?' I said.

'Much,' she said.

'Now, where was I? Oh, yes.' And I gently brushed the smooth soft flesh at the top of her thighs with the back of my fingers. Linda let out a little sigh and adjusted her stance, just slightly, allowing my fingers access to the shiny satin gusset of her knickers. I turned my hand palm up and traced the soft, warm outline of her swollen labia with the tip of my finger. Linda let out another little sigh.




Mrs Harrison



Then we kissed again. This time it was a long, lingering kiss. And all the time I continued to stroke her warm, damp, fabric-covered honeypot with my fingertips.

'You're getting me all wet,' Linda said, as we broke from our kiss.

'I think that's the idea,' I said.

Linda just smiled.

I gently pushed the gusset to one side and began to explore, directly, the source of her wetness.

Meanwhile, Linda reached down and took my almost erect penis from out of its hiding place. 'Mmm. What have we here?' 

'Just a little something which I like to keep at hand for occasions such as this,' I said.

'It doesn't seem very little to me,' Linda said. 

'Well, you are encouraging it to grow.'

'It's very nice,' she said. 'Much nicer than the one that I keep in my drawer by my bed. Where do the batteries go?'

'No batteries,' I said.

'No batteries? Gosh, whatever will they think of next? Perhaps we should get these out of the way,' she said, sliding her knickers down over her hips. 'Then I can see how this handsome battery-less cock feels inside me.'

I kissed her again and then guided her back onto the bed.

In the morning, we both woke early. It was just getting light. Outside the birds were already in full song. And from somewhere out on the marsh there came a shrill kee-yoo followed by a chattering kyek-ek-ek-ek.

Linda smiled and nodded towards the window. 'That'll be the cock,' she said. 'The Harrier. He's out and about early this morning.' And then she lifted the duvet slightly and peered down at my naked body. 'Oh, and look, I do believe this other handsome cock is also rising.'

We both agreed that it would be a pity to waste the opportunity and, as a result, I was a bit late getting to Hastings that morning.



Mrs Harrison Ch. 02



I hope most people who read this part of the story, enjoy it. It’s a bit different the most of my other stories. So please…read and enjoy. 

As Martha lay there in bed she got her tears under control and even wondered why she had been crying. She then started to get mad, even enraged that her son had embarrassed her that way. How dare he do what he did? She hadn’t given him permission to look at her body or to act in such a manner. She then felt her skin tingle as she thought about the look on his face when he had seen her nude. She had seen the lust that had been there for a few seconds. Martha wondered then what Chris would look like if the situations had been reversed. She absentmindedly started to slowly run her hands over her body as she remembered how hard she had been breathing in the kitchen after her dress had fallen. But then she again remembered how embarrassed she had been…and Chris had caused that dammit! Martha in her anger squeezed her nipple a little too hard, causing her yelp out in pain.

“Oww fuck!” Martha muttered as she kicked back the covers and sat up in bed. “That fucking shit Chris…he lives in my house and I feed, cloth him, hell I pay for his damn schooling and how does he fucking thank me? He rips my decent clothes and disrespects me!” Martha said out loud as she felt her heart beating quickly as she worked herself into another rage. But as mad as she was now, Martha still couldn’t get the look he gave her just for that short time…much like Jenny had given her before…

“Arrgghh….I need to calm down.” Martha said as she stood up and ran her hands through her hair, trying to calm her breathing and herself. Boys will be boys, she thought to herself as she walked into the bathroom to use the toilet. As she was sitting there peeing she noticed Jenny had left the water standing in the tub. Oh well, I guess girls will be forgetful, she mused as she reached over and lifted the plug on the tub. She then thought about taking a bath herself….only making it a very hot, calming bath. Martha smiled to herself….yes that would be very nice, she thought. She turned on the hot water and let the tub fill after the old water had drained. Using just a tiny amount of cold water, the water in the tub was almost scolding, just what she need, Martha told herself.

Martha stepped into the water and immediately gasped…it really was hot. She gasped every few inches as she lowered her legs and then her body into the tub. When her butt first kissed the water she almost jumped out of the tub, but then she decided to just take the plunge….and Martha let her body drop completely into the water.

“Whoaaa! Hot, hot, hot! Ohhh….oohh…ahhhhh.” she moaned out as she grew accustomed to the hot water and then she slide her body down and immersed her shoulders and even her head and hair. So it was because her ears were underwater, she failed to realize that her husband had entered the house.

When Jonathon, entered the house and walked into the living room, no one was around, and he walked into the kitchen to get a quick drink of water from the fridge. He was just pouring the water into a glass when he heard a door quickly open, then close. He glanced down the hall past the living, but saw nothing and just figured one of his children were fooling around in their room. He then found it a bit strange that no one had greeted him and after quenching his thirst, went to look for his wife. He looked off of the kitchen in to the family room and it was empty. He then opened the door to his bedroom and heard the sound of water, and figured Martha was taking a bath. He walked into the bathroom and looked down at his wife.

Martha lay in the tub, her head immersed up to her chin as she basked in the steaming hot water. She felt her muscles and tension beginning to ease from her body as the hot bath began to work its magic. She opened her eyes slightly and noticed a shadow move across her and the tub. She jerk up slightly, startled, not knowing who it was at first. She then saw that it was her husband as he walked closer to the tub and knelt beside the tub.

“Man that water looks really hot…and your body is getting really red honey. Did you have a rough day at work or something?” Jonathon asked, knowing she usually only took hot baths to ease pulled muscles or if she had a bad day at school. Usually she liked cool baths if she just wanted to bath…she said it would refresh her. Martha lay back down in the tub, but looked back at him.

“You could say I had a bad day….it was a bit stressful.” Martha said as she thought of the tension and stress that Jenny created…even though it pretty much got worked out during the sex after, and the incident with Chris. In fact Martha felt her heart beating faster again as she grew angry again. She wasn’t going to tell her husband what had happened….Martha could guess his reaction to Chris’s actions….he would take Chris outside and knock the living shit out of him, and Martha didn’t want to see that or know that she had caused her son to have treated like that. So Martha decided to keep the days events secret, though she still couldn’t keep her anger from showing on her face.

“Whoa, something struck a nerve…you look like you could turn milk sour with just a look honey.” Jonathon said as he looked at her, a slight smile on his lips Martha looked back, giving him a ‘fuck off’ look and raised her hand, shooting him a bird. But it was all in jest and he knew it, as she knew he was only playing by his demeanor. 

“It’s just been a frustrating day is all, and no…I don’t want to talk about it.” Martha said as she looked back at her husband and he set his hand on her shoulder. She put her hand over his and squeezed it.

“Hey you want a shoulder massage while you bath?” Jonathon asked as he moved behind her, expecting he knew her answer. She smiled as she rose up slightly out of the water, he back against the tub and she felt his hands on her shoulders.

“Yes, of course.” She said smiling to herself. She then began to moan as she felt him beginning his massage. She knew he wasn’t the best massager in the world, best he was good enough to please her, she thought as his fingers helped work out a few knots the water hadn’t. “Mmmm that feels good darling…keep that up please.” Martha moaned out as she started to really relax and even felt her self growing sleepy from the massage and the hot water. After a few minutes she was slipping in and out of total consciousness and didn’t notice that Jonathon had started massaging other parts of her body.

As Jonathon massaged her shoulders he watched her and started to grow quite excited. Even after many years of marriage he was easily turned on by his wife, and as she moved sensually in the tub, he became aroused and began to smile. He saw that she was looking sleepy, and he had a thought to wake her up fully in a pleasant way.

He started to rub further down the front of her shoulders and soon his hands were caressing and massaging the sides of her breasts. Martha was moaning aloud, but was still not quite awake, but drifting in and out of consciousness. Jonathon then ran his hands up her breasts, but quickly started moving them lower….popping his thumbs over her nipples as he did, eliciting another soft moan from his wife. He reached out and ran his hands now over her stomach. Martha was far from fat, though she did have a fleshy tummy, which Jonathon liked. He never was into super tight bodied females and thought his wife was about right for his tastes in women. Jonathon worked his hands down her, massaging as he went, causing his wife to make soft purring noises. When the top of his fingers started down into her groin area, he saw her eyelids flutter open slightly and her head turned slightly towards him as a small smile crossed her lips.

“What are you doing Jonathon?” Martha asked very softly…almost in a purring, cat like tone.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re relaxed and am giving you a complete massage.” Jonathon said with a grin as his fingers touched the top of her pubic hair. He heard a soft gasp from her and saw her mouth form a small ‘O’. She then smiled as her head again settled back into the water.

“Mmm keep it up then….I think you’re doing a wonderful job.” She said in a silky voice as she closed her eyes again, though she doubted this time to sleep. Quite the contrary...this time her breathing began to shoot up and her breasts began to rise and fall quickly. As Jonathon’s fingers inched their way down deeper into her hair, Martha gasped every few seconds, the hot water having made her skin very sensitive to the touch. Finally, when his fingers met with the top of her pussy and touched her clit, Martha jerked out of the water slightly and gasped quite loudly. She chuckled softly as she settled back down into the water, her nipples hard as rocks, being exposed to the cooler air. Jonathon noticed this and moved around the tub, and placed his mouth over one and took it into his mouth. Martha groaned loudly as he did, and placed her hand on the top of his head and held him.

“Mmmm that feels so good Jon!” Martha said quietly as she began to undulate her hips toward his fingers. Jonathon took this opportunity to slide his middle finger through her pussy lips, causing Martha’s eyes to shoot open as she gasped, then smiled at him. “Oh god…THAT certainly feels good!” she said with a grin as she held his head even tighter to her breast. He then began to rub his hand up and down over her slit, causing her to groan with each motion.

“You like that huh…well how about this?” Jonathon asked as he rubbed down…then popped the first three fingers into her pussy and squeezed them upward. Martha gasped very loudly as her body jerked out of the water.

“Oh my god!” she uttered as she looked at her husband and smiled at him. She then leaned forward and kissed him fiercely, her blood now boiling hotter then the water had been and she attack his mouth with her tongue. They both moaned as their tongues twirled around each others and Jonathon slid his finger deeper into her pussy. He quickly noticed she was quite open, which usually meant she had just had sex or at least was very horny. He broke the kiss and looked at her with a curious smile on his face.

“Honey, you’re very open today…did something get you hot and bothered today? Beside me that is. Have you been teasing your students again?” Jonathon said, remembering that at times his wife would get very hot thinking about her male students watching her. She had even told him of the few times she had worn sexy outfits to drive her students crazy. Martha was taken back a bit at first by his question, not sure how to answer. But she figured to keep it simple and let him make his own decisions on what happened.

“Mmmm well, yes…some things did happen today, but I also got pissed at some things so it was very frustrating.” Martha said, answering as best she could, hoping he wouldn’t want her to elaborate. “But don’t stop now Jon…fuck my pussy with your fingers!” She grunted out as she grabbed his arm and tried to push his fingers deeper into herself. Jonathon grinned, not really worrying how his wife had gotten horny, just that she was now. He began to fuck his fingers in and out of her, causing her to moan deeply as he fucked her with his hand. Jonathon reached down and undid his belt and let his pants fall down below his crotch. He then pulled his underwear down and wrapped his other hand over his throbbing cock as he watched his wife writhe and moan to his actions. Martha noticed his movements and looked up at his face.

“Oh god Jon…let me have your cock!” Martha said as she leaned to the edge of the tub and Jonathon moved closer and Martha took his cock into her mouth and began to bob her head on his cock, working out her excitement, which his fingers were causing her.

“Oh shit Martha…suck it!” Jonathon uttered as he looked down at her swallowing his cock. He figured she must be very excited, he thought, because she doesn’t suck him very often and rarely this intensely. He began to pump his fingers harder and faster into her pussy and he could start to hear her increased moans as he knew she was getting close to cumming. They both jumped when they jumped when they heard a loud crash from their bedroom and Jonathon looked back and saw Chris standing there, looking at the two of them in the bathroom.

“I’m god…I’m sorry dad!” Chris said as he took in the scene before him and Martha hearing his voice let go of Jonathon’s member and jumped out of the tub, grabbing a towel to cover herself. Jonathon stood up, but wasn’t concerned over his naked body as he stared at his son.

“Chris…what in the hell are you doing in here!” Jonathon said angrily as he walked into their bedroom and looked at his son. Chris not sure what to say couldn’t look at his father and tried to look down…but found that meant staring at his father dangling member, so he turned his head and looked at the wall. “Dammit Chris look at me when I talk to you!” Jonathon said, in a slightly raised voice. Chris snapped his head around and looked up at his father.

“I’m sorry dad…I…I was just…just coming in to say hi and all…I didn’t mean to….you know. I’m sorry dad…mom.” Chris said looking at his father. Jonathon grunted in resignation and walked past his son to his closet to get a pair of lounging pants, as his work pants had gotten soaked when Martha had got out of the tub. When he past Chris, Chris looked at his mother and grinned at her. “I’m real sorry mom…for everything.” Chris said as he gave her a wink. He saw his mom’s reaction and knew his teasing her was a bad idea.

“You shit!” Martha uttered as she reached down and grabbed her bath sponge and flung it at her son, barely missing him as he ran from the room. She knew what her son was referring to and could see that he had little remorse with what he had done earlier. Jonathon turned around and looked at her, then at his sons back as he retreated from the bedroom.

“What in the hell was that about Martha?” Jonathon asked as he grabbed some new pants and came back up to her as she began to try off. He could tell she was pissed off at her son and didn’t think it was just because he had interrupted them having a bit of sex.

“Oh nothing….he…I’m just pissed at our son.” Martha said as she thought about not saying anything about what happened earlier. She didn’t want her husband to get really mad at Chris, but she was. The difference being, Chris wouldn’t be hurt if she was pissed. But she had to tell Jonathon something…he knew something was up. “Oh Chris was being a real shit earlier today, after he got home. He was being very rude and it got me ticked and him...interrupting us just really got me mad. He looked at her, seemingly satisfied with her partial truth.

“I think I need to have a serious talk with that boy.” Jonathon said as he looked at the doorway Chris had left out of. 

“No honey…no it’ll be ok. I dealt with it…I…I just let us getting interrupted by him, get to me. It’s been a really frustrating day!” She said as she sat on the edge of the bed. Jonathon sat down next to her and leaned over and kissed her lips. Martha then felt his fingers start to move up her leg and she broke the kiss and placed her hand over his. “No Jon…I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood now. I’m sorry.” Martha said as she leaned her head onto his shoulder and stared in front of her. He kissed the top of her head.

“You’re sure I shouldn’t have a good talk with him….it might do some good.” Jonathon said as he began to stroke her hair. She shook her head.

“With that thick head of his…I doubt it. No, it’ll be ok. If something else happens…I’ll deal with it honey.” Martha said as she brooded over what to do to get back at her sons attitude today. She was very mad at him, but knew that she was unable to physically unable to punish him, and she didn’t want Jon to do it….he may go too far, she thought. She sighed, thinking something would come to her.

When Chris jogged from their room, a huge grin was on his face. He had indeed gone into their room to say hello to his father, but also to see if his mother was going to tell him what had happened earlier. When he found the open bedroom door and walked inside, he had heard the obvious sounds of sex and snuck up to where he could see them. He got there just in time to see his mother mouth ole pops sword. Chris had to admit, his dad had a nice one on him, it being a bit bigger then his own, but not by much Chris thought. He had tried to move back slightly to get a better angle, when he had bumped into his mother’s dresser, causing something on it to fall and cause a big racket. He had worried for a second that his father would hit him, he had looked so pissed, Chris thought.

Chris knew that he shouldn’t have made that remark to his mom, she really didn’t deserve it, but Chris just let it out and couldn’t take it back. Chris sat in his room for a few minutes, making sure his father wasn’t on his way to punish him for his actions. Chris began to think that his mother hadn’t told Jonathon everything, though he wondered why. Chris lay back on the bed and thought for a minute. She’s either too embarrassed to talk about it to dad, or maybe she doesn’t want dad to jump on me about it, Chris thought to himself. Either way the coast seems to be clear, he told himself. Chris then heard his sister’s door close and knew that she was now cleaned up he supposed. He grinned as he remembered her in his room….covered in his cum. I have to try that again, he thought.

Jenny had quickly used her towel to wipe the cum off herself, after she had gotten herself off a few times on her bed. Like Chris, she was in a hurry to find out what her mother would tell her father. Jenny was also wondering if she should say anything to her mother about what had happened between her and Chris. She hadn’t decided yet, but she did want to tell her mom how naughty she had been, so her mother could punish her again. Maybe I’ll tell her before school tomorrow, after father and Chris have left, she thought with a smile on her face. Jenny threw on her clothes and opened the door, a smile across her face as she pictured her next session with her mother.

“Hiya daddy, you have a nice day?” Jenny said as she saw her father coming out of their bedroom. Jonathon looked up at his daughter and smiled as she walked up to him and gave him a hug. Hugs weren’t uncommon in the house, but usually not for just coming home.

“Well you’re happy today….something good happen today?” Jonathon asked as he hugged her back then separated and looked at her.

“No reason daddy, I’m just happy I guess. Your day ok?” Jenny asked again as she went to the cabinet and got a glass and opened the fridge to pour a drink. Her father grabbed the same glass he had used for water and put his beside hers.

“I guess so, but nothing special happened at work. How about you at school?” Jonathon asked, more out of courtesy then genuine curiosity.

“Same old same old Daddy.” Jenny said as she looked over and saw her mother coming out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. “Me and mom have just been hanging out together since we got home from school.” Jenny said a wicked grin on her face as she looked at her mother, behind her fathers back. Martha looked at her and smiled herself, though with a slight blushing on her face.

“Well that’s good then. I know you two have been having some problems with you being in your mother’s class. Has that worked its self out then?” Jonathon asked as he grabbed a snack from the bread box and looked at them, as Martha stood next to Jenny but had her back turned away from her husband as she looked in the fridge.

“Yes we…came to an understanding today Jon, so I think we wont be having anymore disagreements now.” Martha said as she closed the fridge and just took her daughters glass and had a sip, and then gave it back. Jenny tried not to giggle at the little act her mother was putting on, but she had an even harder time as her mother placed her hand behind her, like she had placed it on the counter. Jenny then felt her mother’s fingers rubbing the top of her ass as her father smiled at them.




Mrs Harrison Ch. 03



Hope everyone likes this part of Mrs. Harrison. It's a bit different from many of my other stories, as many of this stories later episodes will be as well I imagine. Not sure where the teacher is going, but it might be kinda interesting... hope you enjoy.

Jenny did indeed have a long wait. It was almost two hours later before she heard her mothers vehicle pull back up into the driveway. Jenny jumped off the couch where she had been watching an old movie that she wasn't the least bit interested in. She ran to the door, and opened it in time to see her mother start the walk up the steps onto the porch. She couldn't wait any longer she figured and questions just tumbled out of her mouth.

"Mommy, where did you go? What's in the bag...does it have something to do with what you have planned for Chris?" Jenny blurted out quickly; talking a mile a minute as Martha closed the door behind her.

"What did I tell you about asking questions young lady? If you don't stop it I won't let you help me with what I have planned! Now, are you going to stop the questions or what?" Martha said as she stared at her daughter. Jenny looked properly chastised, and looked down at the floor slightly in embarrassment.

"Sorry mommy, I just got excited you're back, and couldn't help it. Yes I want to help...I'll do anything you want me too." Jenny answered her mother as she again looked up at her mother. Martha gave her a big smile and brought her hand up to caress her daughters face.

"Good, because for what I have planned for your dear brother, I'm going to need your help." Martha said as she moved past her daughter, her bag of newly bought items in hand. Jenny looked down at the bag, still dying of curiosity. She had to stop suddenly as she began following her mother because Martha stopped quickly and looked at her daughter, a wicked smile on her lips. "Did you say 'anything' Jenny? Hmmm...I guess I'll have to come up with something even more interesting for you then what I had originally planned" Martha said as she continued to smile evilly at her daughter. Jenny just groaned in a bit of woe, wondering what her words had gotten her into now. But Martha just laughed at her daughter's expression and raised her hand to her daughters head and pulled her closer. "Perverted I might be honey, but not cruel....well, not too much so anyway. You wont have to do anything to horrible...I promise." Martha said as she leaned into her daughter's mouth and kissed her deeply. Jenny now moaned in pleasure instead of groaning in despair. 

"Good, because you have come up with some pretty wacky stuff these two days mommy." Jenny said as they broke the kiss. 

"Ohh, and you didn't enjoy every bit of it my little baby? Or should I say my little bitch...but come on we haven't got much time now before your brother gets home and I have to set a few things up for his return." Martha said as she again started to walk toward her bedroom. Jenny just stared after her mother, wanting to ask her questions, but fearful she might make her mother mad.

"But mommy...you haven't told me what I'm supposed to do to help with what you have planned for Chris." Jenny said very timidly, hoping to not make her mother angry. Martha turned again to her daughter, but she was smiling and not angry.

"Yes...and if you just follow me into the bedroom I'll try and explain what I want you to do." Martha explained to her daughter and walked into her bedroom, Jenny following right behind her. Jenny watched her mother walk over and place the bag into the closet, but pulling out a smaller bag and tossing it onto the bed. Jenny glanced at her mother, but Martha only looked at her daughter and pointed at the bag.

"That's your part of the plan...or may I say what's inside the bag. Open it sweetie." Martha said as she watched her daughter. Jenny smiled inquisitively and moved to the bed and picked up the bag. Jenny noticed the bag had come from the naughty lingerie shop that was near the mall. She had never been there, but had heard about it from some of her friends. Jenny reached down and taking the bag, opened it. She gasped at what she saw inside and blushed as she looked up at her mother. She was speechless. Martha laughed at her daughter's reaction.

"Its quite simple sweetie...I want you to use these..." Martha said as she reached into the bag and pulled out the pairs of handcuffs and held them before her daughter. "...And restrain your brother. Oh yes these are for his feet and...well other places." Martha said as she reached in and held up leather restraints. She grinned at her daughter. Jenny blushed even deeper and giggled with embarrassment...but also from amusement.

"You want me to tie him up and handcuff him? Will he let me do that too him? How am I supposed to...?" Jenny again asked her mother, going at a mile a minute. Martha dropped the items on the bed and placed her fingers at her daughter's lips to silence her.

"Shhh...if you be quiet for a minute, I'll tell you." Martha said as she removed her hand and seeing her daughter remain silent, motioned her to the bed to sit. Martha then explained how she wanted her daughter to get her brother to cooperate and even a few suggestions about what to say and how to go about it. Jenny was grinning, but still wondered if Chris would go through with it. She also wondered at what her mother was going to do after Chris was tied up.

"Mommy, even if he does let me tie him up...what then? What are you going to do?" Jenny asked as she looked up at her mother. Jenny shivered as her mother gave her a very evil grin, and Jenny wondered if her mother was going to hurt Chris.

"Don't you worry about that Jenny. Just do what I want and I promise....it will be fun. Even for Chris, though he'll think twice about peaking at me like that again, or even back talking me!" Martha said, a tint of anger creeping into her voice.

"Mommy...you're not going to hurt him are you? Because, I don't want to help if you are..." Jenny said, feeling a bit fearful of her mother right now. But Martha looked down at her and sighed, her face loosing her anger as she noticed her daughters concern.

"Jenny, I promise I won't hurt your brother. Well...maybe his pride, but like I said I think he'll like what I have planned for him. Please trust me sweetie, I still love your brother. I just want to teach him a lesson is all. You still want to help me?" Martha asked as she looked down at her daughter and smiled too her. Jenny's seemed to relax and she nodded her head.

"Yes mommy. I do want to help...as long as we don't hurt him. But you still didn't say what you were going to be doing while I get him tied up." Jenny said and Martha smiled again at her daughter.

"Well, I'm going to be in my car a little ways down the road and when you have him totally tied up, I want you to call my cell phone and I'll be right back. Then the real fun can start. But all you need to know for know...I want to surprise you as much as he with what I'm going to do. You just do as I say and I promise we'll all have fun. Ok Jenny?" Martha asked as she stepped close to her daughter so Jenny had to look straight up to see her mothers face. 

"Ok mommy, I'll do it." Jenny said and Martha ran her fingers through her daughter hair.

"Good girl. But now I have a few things to get ready...so if you'll just go watch some more TV in the other room, I'll get busy. Hurry, we haven't got much time before he'll be home." Martha said as she saw Jenny pout at being told to leave the room.

"But mommy....I was hoping I could help you...or at least we could play some..." Jenny said as she ran her hands up the backs of her mother's thighs, towards Martha's ass. Martha shivered at her wild daughter, at how much she too wanted to 'play' with her daughter as well. But Martha shook her head clear, knowing she had to do a few things in private to get ready.

"As much as I would like to play too, you need to get in the other room. Now bitch, before I have to punish you! Don't give me that look; I know you would enjoy it, though I don't want your ass too sore or RED so that your brother notices! Go! NOW!" Martha said as she watched her daughter bite her lip in restrained lust, and then watched her get up, sighing. Jenny looked back over her shoulder at her mother and flashed a grin at her mother.

"You promise to make my ass red later mommy..." Jenny said seductively as she arched her back from the doorway as she pulled her jeans down far enough to expose part of her ass to her mother. Martha giggled at her daughter and nodded.

"Oh yes, I think I can do that for you my little bitch. But for now...OUT!" Martha said loudly, but still smiling at her daughter. Jenny giggled back and sauntered out of the door, leaving it open as she went through the kitchen and into the living room. Martha chuckled at her nutty daughter and walked over and closed the door, locking it too make sure she wasn't interrupted. She then went about fixing everything she want as part of her plan, then setting it all back into her closet and closing the door. She looked at her watch and figured they now had only about 30 minutes before Chris might be home. Martha opened her bedroom door and walked out to talk to her daughter before she had to leave the house. 

"And just what are you doing you little bitch! Did I give you permission to do that?" Martha said as she walked into the living room. She found Jenny sitting on the couch, her eyes closed and her hand down her jeans...deep down her jeans. Martha had little trouble knowing what her daughter had been doing. Martha tried to hold back a smile as she saw her daughter jump off the couch, removing her hand from her jeans. Jenny now just stood there, very flushed and breathing very rapidly from being caught and from fingering herself. Martha walked over to her daughter.

"Did I give you permission to finger your pussy, bitch?" Martha asked trying to sound angry, but still trying not to laugh. 

"No Mrs. Harrison...you didn't." Jenny said looking up slightly at her mother now. Jenny smiled ever so slightly, hoping she might get punished now. Martha grinned, unable to contain it any longer.

"You little tease." Martha said as she reached down and grabbed her daughter hand, the one that had been inside her jeans, and raised it to look at the fingers in the light. "I bet you think you might get punished now..." Martha said as she looked at her daughters face, then raised her daughter's fingers to her mouth and began licking them clean. Jenny shivered and moaned very loudly. She felt her body quiver and her pussy clenched in lust for her mother. She closed her eyes as she felt her mother tongue play over her fingers...then engulf them one at a clean, sucking them clean with a wet pop. Martha then stopped and Jenny opened her eyes and looked at her mother with desire. 

"Well my little slutty bitch...you are quite mistaken. Now don't do it again! Now I have got to get in my car and head down the road." Martha said and looked at her clearly disappointed daughter. "Now, you understand what you have to do right sweetie?" Martha asked as she brushed her daughter's hair out of her slightly sweaty face. Jenny sighed and nodded her head.

"Yes mommy...Mrs. Harrison, I'm pretty sure. I hope he will let me though." Jenny said, still unsure Chris would go through with what their mother wanted. 

"Don't worry, he will. Now call after he's all trussed up and I'll be right home. Ok good luck sweetie....and no more fingering until later, understand!" Martha said as she leaned into and deeply, but quickly kissed her daughter. 

"I understand Mrs Harrison...no more fingering." Jenny said as Martha walked to the door. Martha stopped at the door and smiled at her daughter. She then closed the door and walked to her car. Jenny sighed deeply as her mother closed the door.

"Shit, I hope this works!" Jenny muttered to herself as she walked over and plopped back down on the couch. Jenny looked at the clock over the mantle place and saw that it was almost 1:00 in the afternoon. Chris's classes let out at noon time on Fridays, but he had almost an hour's drive to get to their house, so Jenny figured he would be a few more minutes she thought. But she quickly grew bored, then restless and nervous when it reached 1:30 and still no sign or sound of Chris's car pulling up. Jenny hoped he didn't stop off to shop or see a movie, and was almost about to call her mother to ask what to do when she heard a car pull up into the driveway.

Jenny jumped off of the couch in excitement and gut wrenching dread, still not sure what to do or how to get what her mother wanted. Jenny figured she might think better if she went to her room and had a few more minutes to think to herself. She was just closing her bedroom door when she heard the front door close.

"Shit, shit....what am I going to do?" Jenny asked very silently to herself as her mind was still a blank as to how to proceed. She knew she would have to hurry a bit, because her father usually got home about 5:30 or so and Jenny wasn't sure how long her mothers 'punishment' for Chris would last. She heard Chris open the door to his room and she knew she would just have to jump out there and hope she could play it by ear. She swiftly turned and opened her door and looked over at Chris's door, which was now closed. Softly walking over to his door she listened to the sounds his brother made in his room as he settled in from school. Jenny started to knock but then decided to just open the door, as she figured he might think her gone at school as she should be. She opened the door and caught her brother just as he was changing clothes as he usually did to lounge around the house. He currently was naked from the waist down, and was even now removing his shirt and hadn't caught sight of her yet.

"Oh, now that's quite a sight!" Jenny blurted out in surprise, hoping to catch her brother off guard...but not this much so. Chris instantly brought his arms and shirt back down and looked over at his door and his sister.

"HEY, god dammit Jenny! You fucking knock, you startled the shit outta me!" Chris said loudly, being quite startled and a bit embarrassed being caught changing clothes.

"Looks like I startled the pants off of you brother!" Jenny said giggling as she looked down at his member dangling loosely between his legs. Chris looked down and then back up at her and grinned, but made no attempt to cover himself.

"Well this is kind of my room twerp and if you didn't want to see it you should have knocked. But it's not like you haven't seen it! Shit Jenny! Is mom here?" Chris uttered, suddenly thinking his mother might be home and here he was with his schlong hanging out before his sister. He quickly grabbed his pants too cover up before she answered. Jenny laughed at his reaction. 

"Naw, mommy's at work today...I stayed home because I wasn't feeling well." Jenny said in way of explanation.

"You look fine to me Jen." Chris said, a smile spreading across his face. Jenny also noticed his member starting to stiffen between his legs as he let go of the pants which he had quickly used to cover up. Jenny tried to stifle an embarrassed giggle as she watched his cock reach full mast as it pointed toward her. She still wasn't sure how to get him to let her tie him up, but one thing she did think...he sure was glad to she her. "Why did you really stay home?" Chris asked as he leered at his sister a knowing smile on his lips. He reached down and started to stroke himself with his hand, as he pointed his engorged member at her. Jenny bit her lip, wanting so badly to just jump on her brother and get him to fuck her, but she had to do as her mother asked.

"Umm, well...I was thinking we could spend some time together. Alone that is." Jenny stated and suddenly had a thought race through her head and quickly blurted it out to her brother. "I got really excited last night...by a dream. It was about you...err...us." Jenny said blushing as she lied, hoping her acting was convincing because she didn't feel very much so. In fact she was feeling a bit ill at lying this way to her brother, even if he was a bastard...but a bastard with a nice dick, she thought.

"Oh yeah, what was the dream about?" Chris said as he moved closer to her and stood about a foot away from her. Jenny glanced down and watched his cock throb and bob as he swung between them, almost touching her shirt. She shivered and whipped her face back up to look at her brother, who was grinning at her as she had watched his cock. She blushed again as she tried to stutter out a response.

"I...we...we were fooling around...and I was playing with...with your thingy. Then I...I can't remember what happened between, but I next remember you being tied up and I was on top of you. I then started sliding you into me...and...my god I'm hot!" Jenny said loudly, truly now quite horny as she could almost picture what she had just told her brother. Chris grinned and looked amused at her description of her made up dream and he slowly reached up and took her hands in his. Jenny's body jerked with his touch and she began to shake in excitement and trepidation knowing she was about to set up her brother.

"So you used your hands on me huh? Like this sis?" Chris said as he moved closer and placed her hands on his cock, which jerked with her touch. Jenny gasped at the situation and the heat from her brother's member and she found herself unconsciously starting to move her hand over his cock as she watched it twinge in her grip. 

"Mmmhhmm...just like this...oohhh it's so big Chris!" Jenny stated as she again was mesmerized by his member as she stroked it. She then remembered why she was there and swiftly shook her head to clear her thoughts then dropped her hands from his cock as she looked up at him.

"Hey, why did you stop? I thought you wanted to fool..." Chris started to say.

"Can I tie you up Chris?" Jenny blurted out as she looked at his, hoping he would say yes, because she was dumbfounded as to another idea. He looked at her as if she had just asked him to drink from the toilet. 

"You're kidding right?" Chris said as he looked at her.

"No...I...that dream really turned me on...and I want to do it like that. Also, this way, I can make sure that you don't hurt me. I am a virgin still..." Jenny said as she trailed off, trying to look at him with pleading eyes, her heart racing super fast as she waited for his reply. She dreaded that he was going to say no. Chris looked at her curiously, and then shrugged his shoulders at her.

"Jen...you're frigging weird...but if you want to fuck me like that, shit...I guess so. Just don't cut off the circulation to my arms ok?" Chris said with a lopsided grin on his face as he chuckled at her. Right now he could only think that his cock was going to be inside his cute sister...and his little head was in the driver seat. Jenny gave him a huge smile, very glad he had agreed.

"Oh thank you Chris!" Jenny said as she moved in and kissed him and again wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it a few times. "You won't be sorry, I promise" Jenny said, feeling very naughty and wicked now, knowing that her mother would be pleased. But also for the fact that she felt like she had power as well as her mother and liked the feeling. She broke away from him and started for the door. "Wait here...I'm going to get the stuff!" Jenny said excitedly as she started down the hall.

"What stuff?" Chris shouted after her.

"To tie you up with stupid!" Jenny said as she stopped, then almost ran to her parents room to get the bag of items. She grabbed the bag right where she and her mother had left it and Jenny pulled everything from it and took off for her brother's room. Jenny figured her mother must have taken off any price tags or such, because there were none that she could see on any of the items as she glanced at them on her walk back to Chris's room. When she walked through his door, she saw him sitting on the bed and he looked up at her when she entered. 




Mrs Harrison Ch. 03



"Jenny, this is fucking weird you know. Wait a minute! Where did you get that stuff from...handcuffs, leather thongs...Where did that stuff come from? I thought you were going to get rags or something!" Chris said as he stood up, wondering what was going on and if he should let his sister really tie him up. Jenny looked lost for a minute...and she was. She furiously thought for a reason why she would have this stuff.

"Umm...I kinda found it in mommy's room a while back. I was really turned on by the stuff...I didn't know mommy and daddy were into this stuff, but I guess they are huh." Jenny said, her face flushed as she lied to her brother.

"Im not to sure about this Jenny. Why can't we just screw like normal people, its not like I've never done it before." Chris said feeling strange about being tied up, now more then a few minutes before. 

"Aww Chris! You said you would let me, besides...I haven't done it before and...I really want to do it this way." Jenny lied as she used her best pleading tone on her brother. Chris shrugged as he looked at her.

"Shit, ok...just don't tie anything to tight or such!" Chris said as he sat back on the bed. Jenny smiled at him and looked down at him member which had gone down some during their talk.

"Alright...umm...lie back I guess. Afterward I guess I'll have to make sure you're hard again huh." Jenny said with a giggle as Chris lay back on the bed.

"You'd better, or we aren't doing much in the way of sex Jen." Chris said as he watched her handcuff his hands together around the bed frame and then as she tied the leather thongs around his ankles and then to the legs of the bed. She then stood up and looked at him and began giggling at what she saw, but Chris didn't find it very funny.

"Hey, I'm not finding this amusing Jen. Shouldn't you be naked sis?" Chris said as he glared at her. Jenny looked back at him, still giggling at him and nodded. She quickly undressed before him to just her underwear. "And the rest?" Chris muttered, watching his sister intently, feeling blood again surging to his cock.

"I thought I might give you a show, too make sure you're 'up' for it." Jenny said giggling and feeling quite flushed as she ran her hands over her body as they snaked behind her and undid her bra. She the pushed the bra off and ran her fingers onto her breasts and then over her hard nipples, all the while Chris was muttering softly too himself. "You like my show?" Jenny asked softly and Chris could only nod as he felt himself more turned on now then ever before. Jenny then played her hands over her stomach and back up through her cleavage. Then running them back down her tummy, she looped her fingers into the band of her panties and slowly pushed the down past her hips. She then let gravity pull them down as her hands went to her inner thighs as she rubbed over and covered her pussy mound.

"Oh my god Jen!" Chris muttered, not able to help himself. Jenny smiled at him and saw that he was indeed quite hard at the moment.

"So you do like my show?" Again Jenny asked her brother and he again nodded his head. "Well just wait here...I'll be right back." Jenny said, and then turned and walked from his room. Chris was a bit stunned and wondered where in the hell she had gone. He was almost about to start railing about where she was when she walked back into the room. She saw his expression and knew he was mad, but she smiled at him as she walked over to his bed.

"Sorry, I had to pee. Now where can I start?" Jenny asked, though more to herself then to Chris.

"How about on my hard dick, dammit!" Chris said, feeling a bit pissed by her walking off and at being unable to use his hands on this awesome female before him. Jenny began giggling. She had remembered something her mother had said to her before she had left...about how to keep him from seeing her as she walked into his room as she entered the house.

"I know....I think you'll like this Chris." Jenny said as she placed her knee near his head and through her other over her brother's head. Jenny was now kneeling over her brother and looked down at his face through her legs. She saw that he was looking up at her now open pussy which was above him now. "Can you guess what I want Chris?" Jenny said as she smiled at him and he looked at her face and smiled back.

"Oh yeah...god your dripping Jen!" Chris said in answer to her question.

"You bet I am." Jenny said as she quickly lowered her thighs and enveloped his head in her hips, bringing her very horny and wet pussy to his mouth.

"Mmmm" They both moaned in unison as Chris began licking the juices that were flowing freely from his sister's pussy. Jenny bit her lip as Chris continued to lick and suck upon her pussy. She opened her eyes and watched Chris's cock before her, as it flexed and swayed as he moved his body slightly as he feasted upon her. Bending low she brought her lips close to his shaft and started to rain kisses on the top of his shaft. Jenny grinned as Chris felt her hot lips on his organ and softly bucked his hips up to her. It was just then that Jenny noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up too see her mother standing in the doorway. Jenny saw she had her mouth open, as if she couldn't believe the scene before her. Jenny lifted up and then raised an arm in a silencing motion to her lips to her mother. Martha grinned as she looked on her children as Jenny continued to grind her hips onto Chris's mouth.

"AND JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Martha yelled from the doorway as she announced her presence to her son beneath. Jenny rose off her brother pretending surprise, but also so Chris could see their mother in the doorway.

"Holy shit....mom!" Chris said, totally stunned that their mother was home. He tried to strain against the handcuffs but he couldn't move. Meanwhile Jenny climbed off her brother and pretended to cry with her back to her brother, but was secretly smiling at her mother. Martha walked in and hugged her daughter as she pretended to cry, and Chris just looked at them speechless for a few seconds. "Ahh fuck!" Chris muttered, figuring he was going to get blamed for everything.

"Jenny go to my room...I'll talk to you in a little bit!" Martha said, trying to act mad the best she could. Jenny quickly walked out of the room and down the hall as Chris watched her go. "What do you have to say about this Chris!" Martha asked her son, again trying to sound very angry.

"Jesus mom...she tied ME UP! She's the one who wanted to do it this way." Chris uttered, and then realized he had just admitted he had wanted and was going to fuck his sister. "Ahh fuck!" Chris said again, this time loudly, now not caring if his mother heard him. Martha walked over to her son and used her hand to force him to look at her.

"And that's exactly right isn't it. You were going to fuck your sister, well mister you're a bit mistaken!" Martha said, now feeling real anger...and lust as she reached down and untied one of the straps holding down his legs. Chris thought he was being untied so she could bitch him out, only with clothes on. But Martha grabbed his leg and bent it and before Chris could comprehend what she was going, had tied his leg around his knee and now started to tie the thong behind his head.

"What the fuck are you doing mom!" Chris yelled out feeling very weirded out at the moment and wondered what his mother was doing. But Martha didn't answer him, but only untied his other leg and started to do the same with the other leg. Chris wasn't sure what she wanted, but he didn't like it and jerked his leg away and tried to keep her from grabbing it...almost kicking her a few times, though he was trying to avoid doing that. Martha laid her body over his leg and grabbed it, but knew she would never tie him up as strong as he was. She was going to need help, she figured.

"Jenny, come here!" Martha shouted out to her daughter, who quickly arrived in the room and seeing how her mother had started tying her brother up, was also wondering what was up. 

"Mommy, what..." Jenny started to say.

"Just get over here and help me hold his leg up!" Martha stated loudly and together she and her daughter grabbed Chris's leg, trying to pull it up like the other one. But Chris was still too strong and Martha had to slide her body under his leg as she scooted forward, only then being able to tie his leg back with Jenny's help. Jenny looked back and now saw that her mother had tied Chris's legs and now his butt was facing out and a bit up.

"Mommy why did you..." Jenny again started to say, but Chris interrupted this time.

"YEAH! Mom why the fuck have you tied me up like this!" Chris shouted to his mother as she ran her hand over her hair and looked at him.

"First off, don't cuss at me you little shit! Well...maybe not little." Martha said as she glanced down at his now soft, though still good sized member. "I think its time you learned some respect. First off respect for your mother and sister, not to rip OUR clothes off, or to watch us from an open window!" Martha said, letting her anger creep back into her voice. Chris's face lost all of its color, knowing she knew who was at her window last night. He then wondered why she had him tied like this. Then the thought crossed him that this was what Jenny had wanted all along.

"YOU fucking turd! You did this on purpose so mom could catch me tied up!" Chris shouted looking at Jenny. Jenny's eyes closed at his yelling and they started to tear up. Martha stepped up and slapped her son across the face as he finished yelling.

"First off, I had her do it. Second off...you're the little turd around here! And third if you ever mistreat your sister or me again, you're out on the street faster then you can say damn! But now, I think its time you get punished for the crappy things you have already done around here." Martha stated and then began taking off her clothes. Chris was so stunned by this that he couldn't respond at first to what she had said, or what she was doing now. But after a few seconds he recovered and grew mad again.

"Whatcha gonna do...spank me?" Chris said in a very sarcastic tone and his mother just looked at him and smiled.

"Among other things my dearest son." Martha said in the most even tone and straightest face she could, considering how utterly pissed she was at him. Even Chris shivered, never seeing or feeling how mad he knew his mother to be right now. He decided to try and talk to her calmly about what was going on. But he kept being distracted from his mothers and sisters still naked bodies in the room and felt life again returning to his limp member.

"Umm...well, what were you really planning mom. I don't think dad would like you having me tied up or being humiliated this way mom." Chris said, hoping mentioning his father might help the situation some. Martha laughed as Chris mentioned his father and walked over and patted Chris butt.

"That's funny Chris. But seriously, if your father ever found out you were the one that peaked into OUR window while WE were having sex, do you actually think you would get off just being thrown out of the house?" Martha asked in a very condescending tone and Chris knew she was right, even nodding in agreement to her. "Alright then, so don't even think about bringing your father into this!" Martha said and then walked out of the room, leaving Chris and Jenny to just look at each other. Jenny looked down at the floor, blushing and feeling very guilty at the moment.

"Please Jenny...you have to untie me! I don't know what moms got planned, but she's flipped out here. Come on sis!" Chris pleaded too his sister and Jenny looked at him, then the doorway which their mother had gone through. She looked back at him again after a moment.

"Fuck you, you bastard! After all the stuff you've done to me over the years and how you're now acting even more like an ass then ever...no way!" Jenny said softly and quickly in an angry voice while staring at him. Chris grew angry again and tried the restraints yet again.

"Damn Jenny...screw you!" Chris said loudly and almost right behind his words Martha walked back into the room carrying a box with her in her arms. 

"I'm afraid not right now Chris." Martha said as she laid the box on the floor and walked over to her son and reaching down pulled his nipple....hard. And kept pulling as she spoke.

"Apologize to your sister now you shit or I might just break the skin!" Martha said, her tone flat and even, and Chris knew she meant it. But Chris tried to hold out for a few seconds for prides sake.

"Ahhh...ok, ok. Jenny I'm sorry I said those things! Is that ok then mom?" Chris said angrily looking up at his mother.

"Yes, but only after you kiss her ass." Martha told her son.

"What!" Chris said, not sure what he had heard.

"What?" Jenny said at the same time, wondering why her mother had said that.

"You heard me, Jenny bring your hot little ass over and bend over for him to kiss it!" Martha said as she reached down and started pulling stuff out of the box. The kids still too stunned to notice what she was pulling out. "Well Jenny...go ahead." Martha said again when her daughter didn't move. Jenny then slowly walked over to the bed and bent over, sticking her butt over the railing and hanging over her brothers head.

"No fucking way am I gonna kiss her ass." Chris stated, not so much of the act (he had licked girls asses before) but for the simple humiliation of it. Martha reached down into the box and pulled out a wicked looking riding crop and held it before him.

"Oh yes...you will, unless you want YOUR ass so red and sore it bleeds! Now do it...Jenny, in the middle please." Martha said, motioning her daughter to spread her ass cheeks wide. Jenny did and let her hips slide down the rail so they were over Chris's mouth. "Chris, make sure you get her little bud really clean, or well...use your imagination on the many things I can do to you." Martha said and Jenny looked over at her mother as she slid the final inch or so and made contact with her brother's mouth.

Jenny's ass cheeks now rested on Chris's face cheeks and Chris was now getting a very close up look at her pussy which hung above his eyes, his nose in fact touching it. He stuck out his tongue and felt it touch her ass bud and tentatively began to lick it, slowly and softly at first. Shortly he could hear Jenny's breathing rapidly increase and felt her begin to shiver. Chris then heard her start to moan and felt something liquid run down his nose and cheek. Oh man, she's really getting off on this, Chris thought to himself. He watched from his very close vantage point as her pussy lips began to contract and then Jenny brought one hand off of the bed frame and began rubbing her clit, which really sent Chris's cock throbbing. He was beginning to wonder if he would cum soon just from the show, when Jenny started bucking against him and Chris had to move his face over a bit least she hurt his nose.

"Ohhhh ggoooddd!" Jenny screamed out, breaking the silence as an orgasm tore through her. She had been silent during Chris's licking due to the fact that the whole situation was embarrassing to her, but her orgasm would not be silent and she rubbed her clit harder as her pussy began to really cream. "Uhhhhhh yes...yes...YES!" Jenny screamed more as her hand flew over her clit and her hips ground over her brothers mouth. Soon she was spent from her intense orgasm and on wobble knees, lifted off her brother face and knelt on the floor at his bedside.

"Well Chris...Id say you did a good enough job at that not to be punished." Martha said as she smiled at the two of them. Both of the kids looked over at her and both were shocked to see their mother had set up the video camera on the tripod...and had already been filming what they had just done. 

"Jesus mom....tell me you didn't just use that!" Chris asked loudly, wondering now more then ever what his mother was up to.

"Mommy, you didn't tell me you were going to film us....ME!" Jenny said, not understanding why her mother would want to film what had just happened. Martha turned off the camera and walked over to where her daughter knelt on the floor and stood right in front of her.

"I know Jenny...but you see I don't have to tell you what I'm planning...do I my little bitch." Martha said as she reached down and grabbed her daughter's hair and leaned over and kissed her deeply. Both of them moaned, and Chris, forcing his head back, looked on...not believing what he had heard or was now seeing.

"Holy fucking shit!" Was the only thing Chris could say...he was almost speechless at what he saw, and heard. He couldn't believe his mother had called Jenny a 'bitch', no not just a bitch but her bitch.

"Yes Chris, Jenny's my bitch now...at least when we're alone. And so are you, unless you want the tape I'm making today all over the internet for all your friends to see. Now Jenny, lick my pussy bitch!" Martha said, looking down at her daughter.

"Yes Mrs Harrison." Jenny said compliantly as she leaned over and placed her head between Martha's legs as they opened for her daughter. Chris could just barely see as Jenny began to tongue their mother's pussy, he could even hear the loud slurping and moaning as Jenny licked her mother. He looked back up at his mother and shook his head.

"No way am I going to be some kind of slave or something mom...you're fucking crazy if you think even you filming me licking Jenny's ass is going to make me do that!" Chris said defiantly, but his stomach was twisted in knots knowing he was still tied up and very vulnerable to whatever his mother wanted to do. But even though he kind of felt sick over the thought of being blackmailed or such, his cock was still rock hard at the weird revelations of the past few minutes.

"Enough Jenny." Martha said to her daughter, and then reached down to help her off the floor. Martha then looked back at her son. "I think you'll change you mind a bit later son, after I teach you more of the lesson I have planned. I think its time to start showing you who's the boss around here." Martha said then walked over to the box and pulled out something Chris couldn't quite see. She then walked over behind Chris's upturned ass and sat on the bed as she looked at her son through his legs. Chris watched as she slowly reached over and gripped his throbbing cock in her hand and started to stroke it.

"Oh my God mom!" Chris uttered, not believing his mother was now stroking his cock...and half dreading she had something horrible she was going to do to him or it.

"Feels good huh? I thought you might like that sweetie...or maybe even this!" Martha said as she quickly leaned over and engulfed his cock head and began sucking it ravenously. Jenny looked at her mother and not believing she was now sucking off Chris, she ran her hand down to her clit and began rubbing herself.

"Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus fucking Christ!" Chris uttered, his head whipping off the bed at the wonderful feeling of his mother's mouth around his thick member. He could feel and hear as she very lovingly worked her mouth over his knob and felt her slobber slide down his shaft. But as quickly as she started, Martha stopped and rose up and looked at her son, smiling. Chris groaned that his mother had quit, but he too was now smiling at her...she had sucked his cock better then any other girl ever had.

"And that's just a taste of what I can give you Chris, and I will if you stop being such a shit around here. But first you have to be... JENNY! What did I tell you about touching yourself without my permission?" Martha said sternly as she noticed Jenny rubbing herself. Jenny threw her hand out as her mother chastised her, and her heart really started going wondering what her mother would do next. "Well I came in here prepared in case you did disobey me today...come here!" Martha said sternly to her daughter. Jenny walked over as her mother reached down into the box yet again and pulled out a weird contraption, which Martha started to put on her daughter. Jenny had no idea what it was, except some sort of belt. Her mother then grinned at her and lifted small chains off the belt and held them before her daughter...and clipped both of them onto Jenny's nipples.




Mrs Harrison Ch. 03



"Ahhhh!" Jenny groaned out in dull pain as the clips squeezed her nipples terribly. She started to take them off but Martha slapped her hands away.

"Don't even think about taking them off either Jenny! That's one thing I got if you disobey me." Martha said to Jenny, then turned and looked back at her son. "And trust me...I didn't forget you Chris. My, it's almost like Christmas around here." Martha said jokingly as she again seated herself behind Chris and reached down, grabbing what she had taken out of the box earlier. Chris wasn't sure what she was doing, but felt her place one hand on his ass. He then felt her spread his ass cheek slightly, then felt her other hand as her fingers began to run over his asshole, coating it with some kind of lotion or something he figured.

"Whoa mom! What the hell are you doing?" Chris uttered quickly, not liking what his mother was doing one bit.

"Oh...just this Chris..." Martha said softly as she began to insert a finger into her son's ass. 

"OH SHIT!" Chris yelled out as he felt his mother's finger slide into his ass. He could feel it as she then moved it into him all the way to the knuckle. 

"Well I should hope not son...but try and relax, it'll make this much easier." Martha said as she then placed another finger beside the other one and began pushing it into him.

"Ohhh...my god! Shit mom...it hurts! Stop...please." Chris groaned out, as he clenched his ass, making her penetration hurt even more. He groaned in pain; though as his ass grew accustomed to her fingers, the pain and discomfort eased off some.

"Relax son, just relax...trust me, it will start to feel better in a minute." Martha said soothingly as she slowly worked both of her fingers in and out of her son's ass now. Chris tried to relax, and the pain did ease, and soon he began to enjoy her invasion of his ass. Jenny, being very turned on, had forgotten her own pain from the nipple clips and was watching over her mothers shoulders as her mother finger fucked her brother's ass.

"My god mommy, you're fucking his ass!" Jenny uttered, not believing her mother was doing this or that her brother wasn't cussing up a storm at her. But Jenny could now tell that her brother was actually beginning to enjoy his mother's fingers up inside him, as he was starting to rotate his hips ever so slightly and now she even heard a soft moan from him. Martha also heard his moan and smiled over her shoulder to her daughter as she watched.

"So Chris...do you now like your dear old mother to play with your ass?" Martha asked teasingly of her son. But Chris still didn't want to admit it to her...or himself yet.

"Uhh no way mom...it just doesn't hurt much now is all." Chris said as he tried to stop his hips from moving in rhythm to his mother's fingers.

"Oh really Chris....are you sure honey?" Martha asked then bent over and again swallowed his cock into her mother, this time taking it slowly to his balls as the whole length of it slid down her throat. 

"Oh God...ahh god mom...so good....so fucking good!" Chris groaned as he felt his cock slide down her throat, feeling her throat and tongue work his cock. Between her mouth and her fingers in his ass Chris almost came right then, but tried to hold out. Martha pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop.

"So Chris, are you sure you don't enjoy my fingers inside of you?" Again Martha asked her son, but Chris shook his head no. "Ahhh, are you really sure honey?" Martha asked as she leaned over again, taking only the head of his cock into her mouth and vigorously rubbing it with her tongue.

"Ahhh god....ahhh god...ahhh!" Chris moaned, feeling himself getting very close to cumming...then feeling his mother lifting off his cock yet again. "Shit mom!" Chris cried out in frustration.

"Are you really sure you don't like my fingers up your ass then?" Martha asked as she smiled at her son and leaned over and lightly tongued the tip of his cock. Chris watched as he felt her teasing licks over his knob and knew he did in fact like her fingers inside him.

"Ok mom, ok. I like your fingers up my ass. Now please suck me some more!" Chris asked pleadingly, but Martha only smiled and continued to tease his cock.

"You only like it....you don't love it? You don't love my fingers fucking your tight ass?" Martha asked seductively as she licked his cock like a lollipop, all the while grinning at him as he looked on.

"Oh shit! Ok mom, I LOVE your fingers fucking my ass!" Chris replied as he looked down at her, unable to resist needing to cum.

"Good, because I'm going to do it a lot!" Martha muttered out...then again swallowed her sons cock as she began to really fuck his ass with her two fingers. She sucked, licked, and slurped his cock like a demon as her mouth flew up and down over his cock. For Chris, it was like a switch had been flipped on a dam and a river of cum boiled out of his balls.

"AHHHH GGAAWWDD! Ahhhh yes...yes...cummming!" Chris shouted out as it seemed his balls were being sucked out of his cock and into his mother's mouth. His body shot off the bed as much as the restraints would allow, with his head tossing side to side. He felt his cock start to spew his cum into his mother's throat and felt it as Martha began to swallow every shot that he gave her. She swallowed ravenously, only letting a small amount flow from her lips. After a dozen or so good sprays, Chris felt spent and his body relaxed as his cock began to grow softer, though not limp. Martha popped her mouth off of his cock and licked her lips as she looked at her son.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it...admit it now, you really loved it? My fingers up inside you like that?" Martha asked him now that he was released from some of his horniness. Chris looked at her, a grin on his tired face and tried to shrug in the restraints.

"Yeah, I guess it was interesting. It did make you sucking me off lots more intense." Chris said in way of answer to his mother's question. Martha gave him an even larger grin as she patted him on the butt. She then looked over at her daughter, and Martha could tell she was shivering with excitement and need for some release after watching her and Chris.

"Ok Jenny, you can finger your pussy now...but only as you clean up your brother." Martha said with a grin at her daughter and Jenny looked at her wondering what she meant. "He's gone down a bit and his cock is a mess...clean it!" Martha ordered as she stood up off the bed, with Jenny quickly taking her place as she looked at her brothers wet and dripping cock. Jenny smiled as one of her hands began to rub at her clit, while the other lifted her brother's cock as her mouth descended onto it. Martha smiled at her daughter as she looked down at her, hearing her daughter's moans and groans, as well as those of her sons. Good, she thought, they're too busy now and won't notice what's going to happen next.

Jenny rubbed over her clit, then slid two of her fingers into her pussy, while she nursed on Chris's member as it filled it mouth. His cock quickly reached full girth again and Chris now had his eyes closed as he moaned aloud at his sisters 'clean up.' In fact he was wondering how long before he would shoot another load when he heard his sister really start to moan, and he figured she was cumming on her fingers...and he was right.

"Mmmppphh....ahhh god! Haaa...ahhh yes....aahhhhh!" Jenny groaned aloud, having to take her mouth off of her brothers stiff member as she needed to breathe as she began her orgasm. Jenny laid her head down across her brother's ass, her face resting on his cock as she shook and trembled as her fingers fucked in and out of her dripping pussy. Jenny finally gave one last grunt and a deep shudder, and then lay still as she fought to breathe deeply.

"Having fun down there?" Chris asked with a smile as he looked up at his sister as she lay across his cock. She blushed and started to giggle slightly as she came back down from her rush.

"Well, she's not the only one about to have some fun down there." Martha announced to her two children, and both of them looked over at her as she stood there. Chris and Jenny both noticed the belt that now adorned their mother and also noticed what was attached to it.

"Mommy, what's that?" Jenny asked, figuring she knew what it was, but wondering what her mother was going to do with it.

"Now Jenny, even you have got to know what this is...it's a strap-on cock, and this is part of your brothers punishment." Martha said simply as she looked at her daughter then directly at her son. Chris, finally realizing what his mother intended, began shaking his head.

"Oh no mom...no way! You can't do that! Mom...come on!" Chris said, pleading with his mother, knowing what she intended to do with her new 'toy.' Martha just continued to look at him, now shaking her head and smiling slightly.

"Oh yes Chris, its time for you to see how it's like being screwed...literally." Martha said as she looked at her daughter then, who was starring at her mother, not believing what her mother was saying. "Up Jenny, I need to get there." Martha said, and her daughter replied automatically, still trying to make up her mind if she should try and talk her mother out of it. "Don't worry Jenny; it won't hurt...not really. Besides, he'll be too busy with something else to think about anything down there." Martha told her daughter as she crawled between her son's legs, the fake cock swinging obscenely.

"Mom, don't!" Was all that Chris could say to his mother as he watched her as she positioned herself between his asscheeks. 

"Was that an order young man? If you'll recall I give the orders around here! Now shut up or I will make it HURT! Is that clear?" Martha asked her son very loudly, and Chris could only nod in response. He looked over and noticed she had again turned on the camcorder...though when he was unable to say. Chris had a quick mental picture of his friends seeing that tape and knew he would have to try and not let that happen, however he could. 

"Can I help mommy? It wasn't much fun just watching before..." Jenny said to her mother and Martha looked over and nodded to her daughter.

"Of course my little bitch...you're the distraction. Just in case it is a bit painful." Martha said as she quickly glanced at her son, who winched ever so slightly at what was about to happen. "Yes, I want you to straddle your brother's head again, only this time facing me. You see Chris, I figure that your punishment doesn't stop until you give your sister three orgasms with your tongue...seeing as you usually like to use that muscle to put down your sister. Well now you're going to make her feel better with it...understood?" Martha asked her son, who again nodded his head, knowing that arguing with his mother now, would probably just make her be more sadistic while she...Chris shivered at the thought of what was about to happen. He had a definite sense of unreality at the moment, almost as if he wasn't really here. But he was really there, as his mother pointed out in a sense as she placed the tip of the dildo at the entrance to his ass.

"Ok Chris....I didn't finger fuck you just to get you off, you know. I did it to get you ready for this. Jenny, get up on him girl." Martha said to her daughter. Jenny looked up at her mother then at her brother, wondering if she should go along with what her mother had planned. Jenny quickly decided that her mother was going to do what she had planned on doing with or without her help, so Jenny decided to do what her mother wanted...and maybe she would just happen to distract her brother and make it feel a bit better.

"Oh god! Jesus mom....uuhhh!" Chris moaned out as he felt his mother start to slowly push the head of the rubber dildo into his ass. "Jesus mom...please stop...PLEASE!" Chris pleaded with his mother as he felt the entire head of the dildo push into him. He felt like he had to shit really badly, and wasn't sure if he wouldn't, which would be even more embarrassing. He looked up when he noticed his sister taking up her spot above his head. He looked back at his mother between Jenny's thighs. Martha smiled at him, and Chris could tell she was thoughly enjoying the position she was in...not to mention the one he was in.

"Now Chris, don't be a baby! It's a small cock, not much more around then my fingers were. Besides, the faster you help your sister out the faster this might be over..." Martha muttered as she motioned with her head to his sister above him, causing Chris to look up at his sister wet pussy as she hovered just inches above him. Martha nodded to her daughter, and Jenny lowered her body to her brother's mouth. "Now I advise you to start licking while you can, or I might just have to ram this all the way inside you!" Martha warned her son sternly as she watched her two children before her. Chris took his mothers warning to heart, knowing by her tone that she would do as she said, and began licking his sister eagerly. Jenny gasped, and then began moaning as she felt her brother's tongue start its journey inside her.

"Ohh mommy...it feels so good! Thank you mommy for making him...uuhh....lick me.....ahh god!" Jenny groaned out as she looked on her mother, her vision foggy through half closed eyes. Martha smiled t her daughter as she looked up at her.

"You're welcome Jenny, but remember its Mrs. Harrison or I'll have to punish you again...maybe like I'm doing now to your brother." Martha said as she looked back down to the strap on bridging her body and her sons. She smiled as she saw only the head of the fake cock was inside her son and moved forward to change that. She slowly pushed forward, sliding another two inches into Chris's ass. She felt her son's ass muscles tighten up as she moved forward.

"UHHH...momth...it hurth!" Martha heard her son's voice as it was muffled with her daughters hot slit over his mouth. But Martha only gave a smirking grin as response to her son's announcement...that, and pushing the cock deeper into her son. "AHHHH....MOM!" Martha heard pretty clearly as she noticed Chris stopping his licking of his sister and moving his mouth slightly so he could be heard. 

"Chris, I'd advise you to continue licking your sister...now young man!" Martha said sternly to her son. When he failed to respond fast enough, Martha quickly pushed another two inches into him, causing his body to jump slightly forward in shock.

"AWWWW, you bitch!" Chris uttered instinctively before he could think, wishing even as he said it, that he hadn't.

"Bitch huh? Well I'd better play the part then huh Chris!" Martha said as she pulled the dildo slightly backward out of her sons ass, and Chris knew what his mother was about to do.

"NO MOM, PLEASE!" Chris yelled quickly, but too late as Martha quickly pushed into him with the fake cock, sinking it to the root into his ass. "ARRGGHHH....huuuu...oh god...oh god...shhiitt! Jesus mom....shit that hurt!" Chris moaned out feeling real pain now, where he had been only feeling discomfort before. Martha, feeling a bit remorseful that she had let her anger hurt her son even only for a while, winced knowing her thrusting into him like that had to hurt. She moved her hand up and wrapped it around her sons shrinking member, making it jerk with her touch.

"Did it hurt son...well you shouldn't call mommy a bitch...even if she is one." Martha said with a slight giggle, and then started sliding her fist gently over her son's member, causing it to stiffen again. "Maybe this will make it better down there. I'd kiss it, but mommy isn't that limber." Martha said with a chuckle as he palm rubbed over the head of her sons cock, causing it to flare in her hand.

"Mrs. Harrison, he isn't licking me!" Jenny announced in a slightly begging tone to her mother as she looked over at her. Martha looked up at her, her brows raised as she looked at her daughter, then down at her son, seeing only his chin from under Jenny. 

"Does this feel good Chris?" Martha asked her son as she began running her fist faster over the shaft of her sons hard member. Martha heard a muffled yes from beneath Jenny. Martha grinned as she looked down at the strap on and ever so slightly, began fucking it in and out of her sons ass, only moving an inch or so slowly. "And does this feel good as well?" she asked, now looking back up her sons body toward his buried face. "Does it feel good...me fucking your ass as I jack you off? Tell me, or I stop jerking you off." Martha said sternly, a smile across her face. For a few seconds Martha wondered if she would have to stop her hand over his cock, then saw him move his head slightly so he could be heard.

"Yes mom it feels good, please don't stop your hand...I need to get off real bad!" Chris muttered out so his mother could hear.

"What feels good Chris? Tell me or I stop my hand." Martha told her son calmly, smiling now broadly, knowing her sons answer.

"It feels good mom...you fucking my ass." Chris muttered aloud, feeling very embarrassed and humiliated, but also knowing that it did feel good now...the sensations of the fake cock in his ass. It made the sensations of his mothers hand on his cock even more intense. Martha's smile turned into a soft chuckle.

"I'm glad Chris, because I'm finding I like fucking you like this. Now if you hurry up and get your sister off Ill give you a treat." Martha said while she chuckled. She began sliding the strap on into her son a bit deeper with each stroke. She heard a sharp intake of breath from her daughter when Chris resumed his chore with his tongue.

"Oh yes Chris...fucking tongue me!" Jenny grunted out, feeling relieved now. She had been getting frustrated after she had climbed onto her brother's bed to have him lick her. And even though Jenny felt sympathy for her brother's sore ass...dammit she wanted her pussy licked, which was finally happening. "MMm...yes...there.....hhmm...here, let me move slightly...ahhh...yes...better...oohh god...ohh...yes..lick me...uuhh...uuhh...oh yes...oohh Chris...ahhhh...ahh...fucking....yes...yes.....AHHHHHHH!" Jenny grunted, as her first orgasm on her brothers tongue tore through her body. She ground her pussy hard against her brother's face in desperate need as her orgasm grew. She clamped her thighs around her brother's head as she came and began to actually howl as she tried to breathe through her contractions. After a half minute she felt hands over her arms shaking her and trying to lift her to one side. 

"Jenny...Jenny, your about to asphyxiate your brother!" Martha shouted at her daughter as she saw reality return to her daughters face. She smiled at her daughter's confusion, but Jenny did come around enough to lift one shaky leg off her brother's head, as she knelt above him on one knee. Both of the females looked down at Chris as he struggled to breath and gasped for breath. Martha began to laugh after seeing her son was going to be ok. "Jenny, sweetie...I think from now on, when you cum...you need to stay on planet Earth." Martha said as she smiled at her daughter, causing Jenny to turn beet red. Martha looked back at her son as he caught his breath and his breathing slowed some. "You ok Chris...no permanent damage?" She asked him half jokingly as his eyes focused on her from between Jenny's open legs.

"Ya...I just couldn't...breathe for a minute is all." Chris replied meekly to his mother. Even though he was starting to tell himself he was actually enjoying the sensations his mother was giving him now, he didn't like the humiliation that came with it. He nodded at his mother, causing her to smile at him.

"Good because I'll let you have your treat now...though you still have to get Jenny off two more times." Martha said to her son, and then looked up at her daughter. "Jenny, I want you to bend over and suck your brothers cock, and when I say so, you can lower your hips again for him to lick some more. Is that clear my little bitch?" Martha told her daughter, a smile on her lips. Jenny grinned back and nodded to her mother, not thinking it a hardship to have her brothers thingy in her mouth.




Mrs Harrison Ch. 04



Ok here is part 4 of the story like a few of you have been asking about. Took awhile, but I think and hope it's as weird and as pleasing as some of you found the earlier parts. So please enjoy.

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Martha arrived back home from her trip out to store the tape of her sons 'lesson'. She had about an hour before her husband might be coming home, so she figured she had to hurry and clean up any incriminating evidence...like uncuffing her son from his bed. She closed the front door too quietly, just in case her daughter and son were still 'following' her last command. She grinned at that last thought as she made her way to her room and retrieved the cuff keys where she had hid them and softly walked toward Chris's bedroom. Upon opening the door, she found herself pleasantly surprised and smiled to herself as she took in the sight before her.

Seemingly both of her children had fallen asleep after their tryst, because Martha found her son snoring softly with his sister still draped over him, her legs still straddling his hips and her breathing soft and regular. Even after having serious doubts as too her punishment of her son earlier, seeing her two children this way made her smile broadly and she became very curious. She softly moved too the front of the bed, so as to get a better view of the site of their coupling, catching her breath when she saw the hard evidence of her daughters loss of her virginity. Martha could see Jenny's inner thighs and her son's pelvic area partly covered in caked blood...not a lot, but enough to tell that her that her innocent daughter was no longer innocent. She knew she had to rouse them, but took one final glance to remember the two of them that way.

"Hey...come on you two....up. Time to wake up...we have to clean up before your father gets home." Martha said softly as she gently shook both of them. Chris and Jenny both opened their eyes and looked around seemingly confused. Jenny moved her body slightly off her brother before remembering the day's earlier events. Then she suddenly gasped out loud. "What's the matter sweetie?" Martha asked her daughter as she reached down and stroked her hair. Jenny looked up at her, still a bit out of it with sleep.

"I' m pretty sore down there and it hurt when I moved my legs." Jenny offered in way of explanation to her mother. Martha tried to help her daughter up off her sons bed as Jenny moved to stand. Martha saw her wince a bit more, and noticed her daughters legs wobble as she stood.

"Legs fall asleep?" Martha asked her daughter, guessing her daughter current condition. Jenny smiled slightly up at her mother as she sat back on the bed.

"So are my arm....can I get out of these handcuffs?" Chris asked gruffly, almost in a commanding tone. Martha looked him, her eyebrows raised at him. "Please mother?" He added as he looked away from her face. Martha sighed deeply in regret as well as frustration.

"Do you promise to behave yourself and hold your tongue and temper?" Martha asked him, and he looked back at her, visibly angry at her.

"Yes" He replied, and then glanced away from her, causing her to sigh again. She moved up and unlocked the cuffs, pulling them open and causing her sons arms to drop onto the bed. Chris tried to lift them, but received only pins and needles in reply, but he looked up and could see his fingers wiggle even though it hurt to do so.

"You'll be fine." Martha offered as she noticed his actions. She looked at her daughter next to her. "Come on Jenny, you might want to take a shower and wash that blood up, same as you Chris." Martha said, causing both her children to look down at themselves.

"Jesus, I'm coated in blood." Chris muttered as he looked at himself then his sister.

"It's not only blood you're coated in Chris....I think someone came a lot!" Martha said with a slight giggle, smiling as she watched her children's reactions.

"Yuck...I'm a mess!" Jenny said as she made a face, then chuckling with her mother. 

"Ok, off you go then." Martha said as she patted her daughters butt softly and quickly pulled back, one finger now slightly wet. She raised the finger, sniffing it...and quickly sucked it into her mouth.

"Ah fucking gross!" Chris muttered in obvious distaste at seeing his mother doing what she did.

"Ah...nasty mommy! I've got a nasty Mommy!" Jenny said as she laughed aloud.

"And you're not my little bitch? Besides, you already knew that when I licked your ass and drank your pee!" Martha said as she chuckled and Jenny nodded as she continued to laugh.

"I didn't need to hear that!" Chris muttered as he shook his head. Martha turned to her son and grew more serious, though still smiling.

"Is that your sister's asshole I smell on your breath young man?" Martha said sarcastically to her son, causing him to give her a 'drop dead' look. "Well, I think you BOTH should take showers....in separate bathrooms! We haven't the time to play! Now Chris!" Martha growled at her son when he failed to move.

"Yes Madame!" Chris replied as he slowly got up, giving her a hard glare as he walked past her.

"Chris...remember the tape! I don't want to use it, but I will, and I know how to use the computer to edit it so your sister and I aren't in it. Understand?" Martha threatened her son, causing him to jerk upright and stand in the doorway.

"Yeah...do you really think I could forget...MOM!" Chris replied with as much pain and sarcasm he could put in his voice, never turning to look at his mother. He waited a second for a response, and then when none came, he continued to the family bathroom. Martha sighed and groaned inwardly, knowing she would regret her earlier punishment of her son. Or at least she called it punishment. She now wondered if her new perverse pleasures were fogging her thoughts. She thought back to what started her new 'awakening' and thought about her daughter with her friend, Suzie. Martha walked out of her son's room and down to hers where Jenny was just now about to hop into the shower in the master bathroom. 

"Make sure you get really clean in there, you wouldn't want to be messy when you go over to Suzie's tonight would you?" Martha said as she entered the bathroom and looked at Jenny as she was stepping into the shower. She watched her daughters face light up as she gave her mother a huge grin and almost jumped out of the shower and into her mother's arms.

"Oh thank you mommy! I had almost forgotten about that with everything going on. And I promise do anything with her...you know sexually, or anything about already ...doing it here." Jenny said as she hugged her mother tightly. Martha stroked her hair and grinned.

"Well, you know...I didn't say you COULDN"T do anything with your friend...but if you'd rather not..." Martha said, trailing off as she pulled away from her daughter and looked into her face. Jenny's eyes popped open and her mouth hung agape at what her mother said.

"You mean...I can...and you won't be mad at me?" Jenny asked, smiling at her mother but waiting for the hitch she figured was coming. 

"Yes you can sweetie...as long as you tell me every second after you come back home." Martha replied with a smile on her lips and her heart beating very quickly, thinking about her daughter telling her about her and Suzie later.

"Oh thank you, thank you mommy! I really wanted to go see Suzie and was...curious ...you know about her." Jenny said as she looked at her mother then hugged her again, but this time her mother intercepted her and kissed her daughter on the mouth. They both moaned as they kissed and Jenny seemed to start to respond to her mothers kiss in other ways by rubbing her body on her mothers and having her hands wander. Martha, knowing where this was headed, quickly broke the kiss, though with regret. 

"No...you have to shower, and if we continue..." Martha said as she breathed heavily and looked lustfully at her daughter. Jenny groaned slightly in disappointment, but nodded her head in agreement. She leaned in quickly and gave her mother a peck on the lips as she turned and again entered the shower. Martha stood for a second, panting and thinking about joining her daughter in the shower as Jenny turned the water on. But she forced herself away and walked quickly back to Chris's room to clear all the final evidence of that afternoons activities.

Martha picked up a few things she had left behind that needed to go back to her room. When she returned she saw how messy and stained her sons covers were and not wanting to chance that her husband might see them and get curious, she began stripping his bed. Just as she began, Chris walked back into his room still drying off from his shower. He stopped when he noticed his mother in the room and started to leave, not wanting to be alone with her right now. But her being bent over, her plump ass in the air as she pulled the fitted sheet off of the far corner of the bed stopped him from turning around. He had always found his mothers shape very sexy and even after what she had done to him, he found the look of her ass, especially bent over and straining as she was, very appealing and he couldn't help staring at her as she did. Finally the cover popped free causing Martha to jerk back and up. She then gathered the bedding up and turned...finding Chris staring at her.

"Uh, hey Chris I didn't see you..." Martha began to say, then she noticed the very obvious out thrusting of her sons cock which was pointed toward her and she smiled. "Well I guess someone here isn't completely pissed off at me..." Martha said, covers in one hand as she walked toward the door to the hall and quickly dipped the other hand as she passed her son and swiped a finger across the top of her son's hard member. Chris jumped back, remembering he was still pissed at her and watched her back as she left the room. He looked down at his engorged member and snorted.

"Traitor." He mumbled to himself, wishing that right now he had complete control over his hormones. He didn't want to admit to himself that he still found his mother attractive just now. "Well shit!" He muttered, then quickly dressed in new clothes and went to the hall closet to get bedding for his bed, closing his bedroom door as he entered his room.

Martha put the incriminating items that needed washing in the washer, and then walked back to the kitchen to try and start supper. She had a hard time thinking of what to fix, her mind being on others things. She stopped when she heard her daughter come out of her bedroom and close the door.

"Thanks again mommy, for letting me go tonight. I will make sure you hear every juicy detail." Jenny said with a huge grin, standing in the doorway to the living room, her towel covering her torso. Martha smiled at her.

"I hope you do honey, but just remember too be careful and not tell Suzie about what's been happening. Even if you two do have sex together, she might not understand about what's gone on here. Ok?" Martha asked her daughter as a quiver of worry ran across her thoughts.

"I know mommy, don't worry about it. I better go get dressed before daddy shows up. I need to pack a few things to for the sleep over" Jenny said as she turned starting into the living room.

"Good idea, unless you want to give him a heart attack." Martha said as her daughter left. She then wondered what her husband WOULD do when he found out. And he will find out, sooner or later, she thought to herself with a deep sigh. She then started back searching for supper ideas to get her mind off of her thoughts. After a few more minutes, she decided too give up and order pizza, telling herself it had been a long time since they had pizza...right? Martha sighed again as she dialed the number.

When she finally heard the front door open a short time later, Martha almost jumped out of her skin as she sat in the living room. She closed her eyes and gave a small prayer, in which direction she wasn't sure, that Chris wouldn't try and tell his father anything, or indicate in any way the events of the day. She tried to look as if she had been watching TV when Jonathon rounded the corner from the foyer, and not as if her doom approached.

"Hi honey." Martha said quickly to her husband, trying her best to look glad to see him and not dreading it. 

"Hi there yourself beautiful, how was work?" Jonathon asked absentmindedly as he put down his keys down where he kept on the hutch.

"Um well, I stayed home....wasn't feeling good, and so did Jenny, so we didn't go to school today." Martha stated flatly as she tried to look as if she was now watching TV again. Her husband looked up at her.

"You two coming down with something? Did you go to the doctor?" Jonathon asked hoping everyone in the house wasn't about to become sick.

"Um, well we just wanted to play a bit of hooky...spend some quality time together after the past two days, I've been feeling stressed and I agreed that she could go to have her sleep over at Suzie's house and ...well, just wanted to spend time alone with my daughter." Martha said, trying her hardest for her voice not to crack as she lied through her teeth to her husband, her heart pounding in her chest. Jonathon looked at her funny for a second, causing Martha to feel as if she was about to panic.

"Umm, ok. You haven't missed much work, or Jenny her classes...fine. So she's not still in the doghouse for talking back to you?" Jonathon asked his wife. He was thinking she was acting slightly excited or off, but he wasn't sure and thought it could be his imagination. He loosened his tie and walked into their bedroom to change clothes, still listening to his wife. Martha, not wanting to speak loudly, got up and followed him into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"No we...talked, and stuff and we're fine. Umm, how was your day Jon?" Martha asked, trying to calm herself down and get her mind off of the fear of her husband somehow reading her mind or something, and discovering that his wife was now a pervert, she thought to herself.

"Ah ok I guess. We got behind at the plant, and had a lot of people call in, so I actually had to dirty my hands and get a little sweaty. Almost like the old days before I became management." Jonathon said with a smile as he looked over at his wife as she sat on the edge of the bed. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and took it off, then his undershirt. Martha felt a flash of excitement run through her seeing her husband strip. She thought that with her getting off some earlier during the day and getting her jollies with the kids that she wouldn't get so turned on now. But if anything she was even more excited seeing her husbands body now, slightly dirty and sweaty, and Martha found her breathing increasing not slowing as she had hoped. In fact her blood was rushing and her attention elsewhere that she had failed to hear her husband as he had continued to speak. 

"Hey Martha....you awake?" Martha heard her husband say as he motioned with his hand in front of her eyes. "You ok, you sure you aren't sick? You're very flushed and don't look all here." Jonathon asked her as he bent over her and placed his hands at her shoulders. Martha looked up at him, then looked down slightly to see her husbands dangling member between his legs as he stood in front of her. "You ok Martha?" Jonathon asked her as he lowered his face closer to hers and looked at her face closely.

"No, I might be sick...I think I might need an injection." Martha said to her husband seriously. Jonathon then felt his wife's hand as she touched the underside of his hanging member, causing it to jerk up and her husband to grin broadly. She then smiled up at him as he stood up.

"An injection huh...I think I can take care of that." Jonathon said as he chuckled as his wife wrapped her hand around his expanding member.

"Well I think I can take care of this!" Martha moaned out as she leaned forward and opening her lips, enveloped the head of her husbands cock, causing him to groan loudly. He looked down as she began bobbing head, taking more of him into her mouth.

"Oh shit Martha...you take your horny pills today?" Jonathon said playfully as he rubbed the back of her hair with his hands. Martha moaned around his cock and nodded her head. She nursed on his now rock hard cock for another minute, then pulled her mouth off his large organ with an audible wet pop.

"Your turn now stud!" Martha said as she threw herself back on the bed, lifting her ass off of the bed and pulling her skirt up to her stomach, pulling her panties off and kicking them at her husband with a giggle. Jonathon shook his head in amazement that his wife was so horny; thinking she rarely acted this wanton. 

"What have you done with my wife you slutty bitch?" Jonathon asked her, a huge grin covering his face, knowing his wife liked to be talked dirty too and called names when she was really horny.

"I killed her and took her place so you would tongue my pussy....so shut the fuck up and get to work!" Martha growled out, her face totally serious and a fire in her eyes as she bucked her hips to her husband as if trying to shorten the time it took him to reach her.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Jonathon said, needing no more word play and seeing that his wife really wanted it badly, grabbed her hips in midair and dove his face into his wife's thighs and began licking her like an animal. She responded by grinding her pussy into his thrusting tongue as if to suffocate him. He held onto her hips hard and began fucking her hard with his tongue. He then placed one hand under her butt to hold her hips in the air as he moved the other hand to the top of her bush and began to use his thumb on her clit as his tongue went deeply into her. 

"Oh God Jon...uhhh...that's it...like that....oohhh gawd...that's it....uuhh...oh shiii...oohhhh.....ARGGHHHH!" Martha cried out as her body responded quickly to her husband's menstruations and started an orgasm. Her body buck even more then before and it was all Jonathon could do to hold her up as he continued his assault with his thumb and tongue. He could feel her pussy around his tongue as his wife came and he felt his organ surge with wanting...wanting to be buried in this source of great heat and feeling. So, with them otherwise occupied, it was that both of them didn't notice the door to their bedroom open slightly, or the person peaking between the opening.

Jenny quickly got dressed in her room and took time to pick out the right outfit to wear tomorrow. After placing that in her overnight bag, she grabbed a few other items she might want overnight, then left her room and grabbed her stuff from the family bathroom that she would need after her shower over at Suzie's house. No way did she want to go without her toothbrush or shampoo, Jenny thought. Then again, with what they were probably going to do, she could probably LEAVE her toothbrush and just use Suzie's, Jenny thought with a grin on her face. Still smiling at her thoughts of later tonight, Jenny packed everything up and dropped her bag on her bed.

The plan was for her mother or father to take her over and drop her off, and the next night one of Suzie's parents would bring her back home. At least that HAD been the plan before everything that happened these past two days, Jenny thought. She better check with her mother and make sure if she wanted Jenny to be picked up by them or still be dropped off by Suzie's parents. Jenny walked through the living room, noticing neither her mother nor father were there. She thought she had heard her father come in a bit ago while packing. Jenny then walked to the kitchen and still no parents, she then turned to walk the few steps to their bedroom, figuring they were inside. Just as she reached their door and was about to knock on the door, she heard a lot of noises....sounding much like her mother did when very excited, Jenny thought. 




Mrs Harrison Ch. 05



"Come on in Jenny, I'm Ruth, Suzie's mother." Ruth smiled as she held the door open for Jenny. She looked on as Jenny turned and waved to the person in the car that had dropped her off. Ruth waved as well as Jenny turned back and walked into the house. Ruth closed the door behind her and looked at Jenny as the young woman was looking around her house. "I take it that was your mother Jenny?"

"Yes Mrs. Talbert, that was my mother." Jenny said, feeling slightly nervous and wondering where Suzie was. She looked over at her friend's mother and thought that she and her own mother could probably both share the same clothes, both being about the same height and dimensions though Jenny thought maybe Suzie's mother was slightly heavier...with accompanying larger breasts.

'Ah Jenny, call me Ruth...I feel like an old woman if you call me Mrs., Suzie will be down in a second, I had her clean her room up. She may not mind the place being messy, but I didn't want you having to sleep in there with her dirty clothes and such all over the room." Ruth told her with a smile as she walked past her and stepped down into the living room. "Come in, have a seat. Want anything to drink?" Ruth offered as she noticed Jenny looking lost.

"Um yeah, ok." Jenny said as she took a seat on the edge of the sofa. Ruth chuckled. 

"Relax sweetie, I'm not gonna bite ya." Ruth smiled heavily as she went into the kitchen and quickly returned with a glass and handed it to Jenny. "Soda ok?"

"That's fine Mrs...uhh...Ruth." Jenny said as she took the drink from the older woman. Ruth laughed in a friendly way.

"Let me see if she's almost done." Ruth stated as she started walking toward the stairs to her daughter's room. Ruth ascended the stairs and knocked on her daughter's door and waited for her to open it. She fought to do nothing more then smile as she looked at her daughter. "Jenny is here and I'm sorry...but I think I'm scaring her witless honey." Ruth said as her daughter smiled at her mother's statement. Suzie left her room and followed her mother back down stairs.

"She's just kinda shy mom and lets admit it...you are a bit scary." Suzie said teasingly to her mother, causing Ruth to laugh openly as they stepped into the living room. They both looked at Jenny and saw she had caught some of the conversation. "Hey Jenny, was my mom being a butt?" Suzie asked her friend jokingly. Ruth playfully smacked her daughter on the ass as she walked by her and took a seat on the sofa near Jenny.

"See what I get for raising a smartass child Jenny." Ruth said as she looked at Jenny.

"And I get it from where mom?" Suzie replied with raised eyebrow as she looked at her mother and friend. Jenny saw they were both playing and she chuckled softly, her face slightly flushed.

"Ok Suzie we've embarrassed her enough. Jenny, have you already eaten, or are you hungry?" Ruth asked as she got up from the couch, ready to fix her daughters friend supper if need be, but Jenny shook her head.

"No...Ruth, I ate before I left." Jenny said as she looked up at her.

"Well I was waiting on my sorry husband Gerald to get home before fixing supper; he is working late tonight so me and Suzie haven't eaten yet. But...I think I'm gonna call him and tell him to pick up something before he gets home." Ruth said and walked over to a table and picked up a phone and began to dial just as her husband opened the door. "Well talk about piss poor timing..." 

"Ok...So what did I do this time?" Gerald said as he closed the door behind him. Jenny saw he was very tall, though much skinnier then his wife. He took off his jacket and hung it up next to the door.

"Aw nothing sugar, you're just in time to go back out and get supper...maybe get a little something to relax us girls as well." Ruth told her husband as she smirked at her husband.

"Relax...as in a bottle for us and...?" Gerald said in way of question as he looked at his daughter and the unknown girl sitting on the couch. Ruth grinned at him.

"Jenny this is my husband Gerald. Jenny, is your mother strict?" Ruth asked Jenny, taking her by surprise and she gave the older woman a dumbfounded look.

"Ya mom, Mrs. Harrison is strict." Suzie stated as she looked at her mother then to her friend. Jenny shrugged at her friend, still not understanding what was being asked really.

"Jenny have you ever had alcohol?" Ruth asked looking at her daughter's friend. Jenny finally understand.

"A few times Ruth, at holidays, but usually only a glass of wine. Last New years I had a few glasses...though mommy only gave me one, I...I snuck the rest." Jenny stated, feeling slightly embarrassed by the admission. Ruth looked at her smiling, an impish look in her eyes as she glanced at her daughter.

"Your mommy? Jenny, I was going to get Suzie a pack or two of wine coolers for tonight, I thought you two could share...unless you wanted your own?" Ruth said and Jenny wasn't really sure if she was asking her or what. "Only as long as it's our secret and you don't tell your parents, ok?"

"No I can share, though I've never really had wine coolers. I take it they taste like wine?" Jenny asked, feeling a bit rustic.

"Don't worry, you'll like it. Mom gets me some at times." Suzie told her as she sat down next to her friend.

"Not too often, but me and your father wanted to watch a movie tonight so after you eat you girls can hang out upstairs ok." Ruth stated as she looked at her daughter, causing Suzie to grin to at her friend.

"They like to watch movies on the big screen we have down here..." Suzie told her friend, a smirk on her lips. A soft clearing of her mother's throat stopped her from saying more. "And they like privacy when they do." Suzie finished and she grinned even more when her friend gave her a puzzled look.

"Ah I forgot its movie night." Gerald said as he looked at his wife.

"Shouldn't you be getting some food and spirits?" Ruth stated to her husband playfully.

"Only if I get a kiss first." Gerald said as he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet, kissing her. After a few seconds he moved his hands and gripped her ass, squeezing her cheeks.

"Get outta here you perv...doing that in front of guests" Ruth chuckled as she pushed her husband away and toward the door. He laughed as he left the house. Suzie reached over and tapped on Jenny's arm.

"Wanna go hang out in my room till the delivery boy gets back with the booze?" Suzie asked her with a smirk. 

"Yeah sure" Jenny replied as she took Suzie's hand helping her up, and followed her to the stairs.

"Mom, just give a yell up when dad gets back, ok?" Suzie asked as she looked at her mother as she walked past her. 

"Yeah sure, anything for my princess." Ruth replied with a sarcastic smile as she walked into the kitchen. Both of the girl continued to Suzie's room as they heard her mother tinkering around the kitchen. Suzie closed the door after they both entered.

"Well those are my parents." Suzie said as she smiled and rolled her eyes at her friend. Jenny giggled slightly as she looked at Suzie and took a seat on the end of Suzie's bed.

"I liked them; they were nice...least what I saw of them. Mine can be more strict...well usually." Jenny amended as she spoke, thinking of the past two days. 

"Yeah your mom sure can be, she's a real hard case." Suzie said, thinking of the other day and other times since that year had started. "Do you wonder if your mom has it out for you?" She asked playfully as she sat down close to her friend. Jenny chuckled, but shook her head.

"I would have said yes but for recently." Jenny replied with a grin as she looked at Suzie.

"Why, what changed?" Suzie asked as she stared at her. Jenny hesitated as she pointedly remembered that she wasn't supposed to talk about...things.

"Umm...nothing. We just talked about it... at home." Jenny offered up lamely to her friend and shrugged. Suzie nodded, figuring Jenny didn't want to talk about her mom ragging on her at school so thought to change the subject.

"Well, we shouldn't be disturbed later...after we eat, mom and dad are gonna be watching their movies and shouldn't hear, well...any noises that we might want to make, like they would if they were in their room." Suzie said, a wicked grin on her face, causing Jenny to blush and giggle.

"Like what kind of noises?" Jenny asked, an innocent look on her face, trying not to laugh.

"Nothing much, just us making out." Suzie said with a shrug, and then started chuckling softly as she leaned nearer her friend. She could she Jenny starting to breath much harder now.

"Making out? I'm shocked!" Jenny gasped out, a smile covering her lips as she leaned back as Suzie drew closer.

"You should be..." Was all Suzie said as her body jumped the rest of the gap between them, her lips meeting Jenny's as they both lay back on Suzie's bed. Jenny wrapped her arms around the girl on top of her, moaning as she felt Suzie's tongue invading her mouth. Her tongue danced with Suzie's and Jenny felt a hand as it started to massage one of her breasts. Jenny clenched her arms tighter around Suzie, lightly scratching her fingers across the others back. Suzie broke the kiss, panting as she looked down at her. "I'm not rushing you am I?" Suzie panted softly as she looked between them.

"No, I'm fine with it, I'm not nervous like I was the last time we talked about it." Jenny replied and lowered her hands on Suzie, gripping her friends ass to illustrate the point. Suzie smiled back at her.

"Good." Suzie moaned out as she instantly lowered her lips and again continued what she has stopped. Jenny continued to squeeze the black girl's ass as she felt a hand at her jeans that unbuttoned them and then forcing the zipper apart as the hand slid inside the garment. Jenny gave a guttural moan as she felt her friends hand as it slid down into her pubic hair and kept slowly going deeper into her jeans.

"Shit, just take them off!" Jenny whispered urgently as she broke the kiss briefly. Suzie grinned and nodded and sat up as she used both hands to lower Jenny's pants as Jenny lifted her butt off the bed. Jenny took that opportunity to lower her panties herself, causing Suzie to chuckle. Suzie started to move down to take the pants off or remove Jenny's shoes, but Jenny leaned up and grabbed her friend, pulling her back down. "Screw it, just leave them on!" She panted out softly to her friend.

"Ok." Was all Suzie could say before she felt Jenny bring their lips together again. Suzie moved her hand up and cupped the top of Jenny's mound, covering her public hair, causing Jenny to moan as she pushed her hips toward the hand. Jenny then pushed Suzie away, causing Suzie to give her a confused look. Jenny flashed a wicked smile as she took her hand and placed it on the back of her friends head, pushing down. Suzie flashed back a wicked smile in return as she picked up on the idea. Jenny placed her shoes on the bed and spread her knees wider, fully exposing herself to Suzie. Suzie kissed her head down Jenny's body, slowing at the bottom of Jenny's tummy, flicking her tongue over her friend's pubic hair, eliciting a laugh from Jenny.

"Don't be a tease, just get there already." Jenny groaned out, bouncing her knees softly back and forth, opening herself even further. Suzie chuckled.

"Impatient little minks aren't you." Suzie muttered softly as she moved her head down further. "Damn...you are soaked!" She exclaimed as she saw her friend's hair matted with moisture. Suzie breathed in. "MMM...smells good." Suzie announced playfully, then lowered her mouth to Jenny's wet slit and began to ever softly tongue it. Jenny moaned even more as she lowered her hands and softly gripped Suzie's hair, intertwining her fingers amongst her friends black curls. Suzie took it as a sign she liked it a lot and began tonguing her pussy harder, pressing her tongue between the lips folds.

"Oh my god Suzie!" Jenny hissed out as she felt her clit and pussy beginning to throb with the licking. She started to grate her hips into her friends mouth, her whole body responding to the stimulation. She felt Suzie's hand as she brushed the inside of her thigh and felt two of her friend's fingers as she brought them to the entrance to her slit. Jenny moaned more as she felt them enter her, but as they reached a few inches in a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. "AHHHHHHH!" Jenny cried out as her body shot forward away from Suzie's fingers and tongue.

"Oh my God...what happened?" Suzie asked quickly, wondering what she had done to hurt her friend. Jenny looked a bit stunned for a second the sighed.

"I must still be sore from..." Jenny started to explain then became quiet, remembering she wasn't supposed to talk about the past two days. She froze up in hesitation, thinking of what to tell Suzie as her friend looked at her expectantly. 

"Sore from what...why are you sore? Wait...I didn't feel your hymen, I thought you said you still had it." Suzie asked Jenny and when Jenny hesitated even more and just stared at her, Suzie knew something was up. "You had sex recently! Oh my God who did you fuck?" Suzie asked excitedly, though Jenny could see a smile on Suzie's face, Jenny wasn't happy she had found out, and it showed on Jenny's face. "I'm not mad you finally got some dick, I can tell you I've liked it the times I've done it. Why are you almost crying...JENNY! Did you get raped or something?" Suzie asked in growing concern as her friend continued her silence and sullen look. At that question Jenny shook her head vigorously.

"No, no, no...I didn't get raped...it's just..." Jenny started to say, and then stopped, still unsure of what to tell her. Suzie looked at her in total confusion.

"Then what? If you weren't raped, did you have sex?" Suzie asked quietly now, still concerned, but know easily that her friend was hiding something important. Jenny looked to be about to answer when the door knocked and they could hear Suzie's mother.

"Hey guys, the food and booze are here. Suzie come on down and eat." Ruth announced, and then they could hear for a second as she walked back down the hall. Suzie looked back at her friend as they had both looked back at the door at the knock. She could see her friend was unsure still...about what Suzie still had no idea, though she still wondered if she hadn't been raped or something.

"Jenny, are you gonna tell me...?" Suzie asked, almost half pleading, wanting to know half from curiosity and half from concern about what happened to her friend...now lover. Jenny saw the concern, among other things in her friends face and voice and nodded at her.

"I'll tell you, but later. It's...complicated and it's going to take awhile. Ok...I'll tell you after we get back up here, I can't let your parents hear what I tell you. You have to promise...PROMISE to keep it a secret." Jenny told her friend, a stern and serious look on her face. Suzie felt a bit stunned, wondering what secret her friend had.

"I promise, I won't tell them or anyone." Suzie said still baffled and wondering unbearably what Jenny had to tell her. Suzie pulled Jenny up and they both hugged, with Suzie still thinking something horrible might have happened to Jenny and Jenny just sighed thinking she had a little more time to figure out what to tell her friend. They kissed softly as they separated and looked at each other for a second. "Come on, before mom comes back up wondering why were taking so long." Suzie said softly as they both got off the bed, pulling up and straightening their clothes before Suzie unlocked the door and they both started out of her room. Jenny gave Suzie a hesitate look at the top of the stairs and Suzie took and squeezed her hand. "I promised...I won't tell anyone." Suzie replied to what she took as Jenny's look. Jenny just gave her a big smile, which was in fact her main worry...what she had to say later.

"Ok guys, the food is here in the kitchen. Jenny I wasn't sure what you liked and I knew you had done eaten but I had Gerald get fish and chicken as well as rolls and coleslaw, so take your pick if you're hungry. Suzie, you know the drill...oh girls...the booze is in the fridge if you want some to go with your food." Ruth said in a hurry, a smile on her face as she walked past them, her plate fixed and she was on her way to sit at the table.

Suzie helped get plates and utensils from the various cabinets and when Jenny only grabbed a tiny amount of food, Suzie called her back then started to pile food onto her plate. Jenny pulled her plate back when she saw her friend meant to keep loading her plate, faking mock indignation at her friend's action.

"You trying to fatten me up like a Christmas turkey?" Jenny teased as she stood by and watched Suzie pile onto her own plate. Suzie flashed her a grin.

"Turkey? Well I might be eating you later if that was an offer." Suzie said with a giggle. Jenny laughed at her friend and blushed. Suzie opened the fridge and grabbed two of the wine coolers for them both, and Jenny followed her into the dining room where Ruth and Gerald were already seated and starting to eat. Suzie placed her plate next to her mothers and Jenny sat the other side of Suzie. Both sat down and Suzie opened one drink and handed it to Jenny, and after tasting it Jenny smiled, thinking it tasted better then normal wine.

"Yummy, thank you Ruth, Gerald for getting the coolers for us?" Jenny said as she looked up. Suzie chuckled slightly and her parents smiled.

"Your welcome Jenny...we usually don't get thanked too much by our offspring here when we do special things for her." Ruth said teasingly as she looked at her daughter. Suzie rolled her eyes at her mother.

"Right mom." Suzie said sarcastically, but with a slight grin on her lips. Ruth laughed and leaned over and kissed her daughter on the head atop her hair, then stopped as she sniffed the air. She sat back up and was fighting down a huge smile.

"Make sure Suzie you don't eat too much tonight, I think you've already had a fair portion of fish already." Ruth said with a wicked grin on her face as she looked from her daughter to Jenny. Jenny saw Suzie almost choke on the food in her mouth and it took a full second before she understood the joke, but as both Ruth and her husband glanced at her, both grinning, the intent of the statement hit her. Jenny quickly found that that her face had grown quite flushed and she just looked down at the table, aghast.

"Oh my God Mom! I can't believe you said that!" Suzie cried out as her face as well burned with embarrassment. Her mother smiled still as she looked at her.

"Oh come on Suzie...it wouldn't be the first time we have heard the walls shake after you brought a boy home...you're not exactly quiet you know." Ruth said as she looked at her fuming daughter then at the mortified Jenny. She sighed as she frowned slightly then.

"Ruth..." Was all Gerald said looking at his wife, not wanting to say much for fear of making a fire into a conflagration. 

"Ok...Suzie, Jenny...I apologize. Whatever you two do while alone isn't my...our, business. Sweetie I'm sorry." Ruth said as she looked at her daughter, her voice questioning. Suzie just shook her head and rolled her eyes, but bit back any remarks as she didn't want to ruin Jenny's stay that night.

"Mom, that was very rude." Suzie said, trying to act more of an adult...least more then her mother seemed to at times. Ruth lifted her eyebrows at her daughter.

"Yes it was and I said I was sorry, so let's just leave it at that...ok?" Ruth asked her daughter, though the words were said in a very final tone that told her daughter to drop it.

"Fine." Was all Suzie said as she forced herself to start eating again, she glanced at Jenny, who had again finally looked up from her plate and for a second their eyes meet and Suzie shook her head slightly and again rolled her eyes. Jenny thought she understood the meaning. Jenny sighed softly as she picked through her food not really eating much, all the while listening to the others eating, though she made sure to down her wine cooler. No one said much until Ruth finished hers and got up stretching, then grabbing her plate.




Mrs Harrison



“Oh god Jenny, what are you doing to me sweetie?” Martha said, her body now filled with desire for her daughter to keep doing what she was doing but also feeling compelled to try and stop this. Martha shakily broke their embrace just as Jenny was kissing wetly at Martha’s neck. As Martha pulled back she could see a thin thread of spit running from her daughter’s mouth to her neck and shivered at the thought of what her daughter had been doing, and what she herself secretly desired. Martha shook her head and immediately resolved herself to stop what her and her daughter had been doing.

“Jenny…stop it this instant. I’m…I’m sorry I lost my head for a moment but what we did…I did was wrong.” Martha said looking at her daughter. Jenny looked disappointed, sad, and if Martha didn’t know better, her daughter also looked very horny. As well as Martha half thought…very delicious at that moment.

“But mommy…I need you.” Jenny said, feeling very confused and very excited. She was almost dripping between her legs she was so wet. Jenny was so excited at this moment…she HAD to get relief soon or burst. The kissing with Suzie, then with her mother had left her totally incapable of stopping her raging hormones. “Mommy…please.” Jenny pleaded with her mother as she moved forward to try and kiss her mother again in desperate need.

“Jenny stop it this instant! That’s enough!” Martha shouted as she firmly but gently pushed her daughter back away from her. Martha saw Jenny’s face as she went through various emotions from sadness, confusion, then what was easily readable as anger.

“Fine then, Ill just go to Suzie’s and get what you won’t give me!” Jenny shouted back at her mother, as she turned and started for the door. Martha leaped forward and grabbed her daughter’s wrist and yanked back, causing Jenny to jerk back and almost fall. Martha grabbed both of her daughter’s wrists to restrain Jenny as she tried to break her mothers grasp.

“Mommy…let me go. Ill just go to Suzie’s later if you don’t…but let me fucking GO!!!” Jenny screamed at her mother. Martha almost let go…she was so shocked her daughter would scream obscenities at her. She had never done that before. But after a few seconds, shock gave way to fury as Martha raged at her daughter’s attitude towards her.

“Fine, you want to have sex with a woman…then fine…here…” Martha uttered loudly as she quickly dropped her daughters wrists and grabbing her daughters shirt at the neck, ripped it open completely in one motion. Jenny stood stunned as her mother grabbed her daughter’s bra and tore it off her young breasts…and watched as her mother dove her head down and fiercely sucked one of Jenny’s nipples into her mouth and not to gently nibbled on her daughters nipple. Jenny felt an instant shock run through her and could only cradle her mothers head as her mother loudly licked and bit her nipple.

“Ahhhh god mommy…..uuuhhhh.” Jenny uttered feeling finally a warm mouth on her breasts. Martha wasn’t fully aware of what she was doing, but was still too far angry to give a damn. Jenny groaned in disappointment as her mother stopped her sucking and almost threw her daughter towards the couch some ways away. Again Jenny almost fell and as she turned Martha pushed her down to the couch and fiercely grabbed her jeans and yanked them forcibly down her daughter’s legs. Jenny’s excitement started to turn to fear as her mother again reached down and now yanked Jenny’s panties off of her butt and down her legs.

“Mommy…you’re scaring me!” Jenny said softly and the words seemed to calm her mother some. Martha knelt down now and opened Jenny’s legs. Martha looked up and smiled at her daughter and Jenny felt relief at her mothers diminishing anger. Martha seemed to hesitate as she looked onto her daughter’s nakedness with her legs open. Jenny now again wanting what was about to happen, wondered if her mother was having second thoughts. Jenny quickly reached down and slid her hands behind her mothers head and tried to pressure her forward. As if a damn had broken, Martha’s final bit of will broken, she drove her mouth forward and placed it firmly over her daughter’s now very wet pussy.

“Ohhh my god mommy…lick my pussy!” Jenny uttered loudly, finally feeling something other then her fingers where she so needed relief.

As Martha started to lick her daughter, she had done so at first out of a sense of anger, but after a short time she found she liked the taste of her daughter. Martha also found that knowing she was causing her daughter to gasp and writhe in pleasure was giving her the same thrill as when she did something for her husband. Maybe more so in fact, because what she was doing was forbidden and would have been beyond her contemplation just an hour ago. Martha’s anger melted away, replaced by pure lust and desire to now please her daughter. Wanting to please her Jenny, she licked even more vigorously and slowly inserted her middle finger and started fucking her daughter pussy as she licked and sucked.

“Ohh god mommy…lick me…fuck me….ooohh god!” Jenny moaned as she wrapped her legs around her mother head, feeling her mother start to lick her pussy even harder. Martha was overwhelmed in passion: anger, desire, and need all rolled into one for her daughter now. And even though Martha wanted to please her daughter and make her come, Martha’s anger compelled her to work it out on Jenny. Martha took her hands and pushed her daughters legs back against her chest.

“You wanted to have sex young lady…well its going to be on my terms. Keep those legs up.” Martha said as she used one arm under Jenny’s knees to keep them pressed against her chest. “Understand Jenny?” Martha said in a slightly threatening tone. Jenny’s eyes grew a bit wider in astonishment…and excitement.

“Yes mommy.” Jenny said as she looked at her mother, now putting her hands down to hold her own legs tight to her chest, exposing her pussy and ass fully to her mother.

“What are you suppose to call me young lady?” Martha muttered to her daughter, feeling very aggressive to her right now. Jenny’s eyes widened even more and she swallowed in apprehension. 

“Yes Mrs. Harrison, I’ll hold my legs back.” Jenny said almost in tears again, but she was so excited her juices were beginning to soak the couch where she sat. Martha smiled at her daughter as she then released her arm on her daughter’s legs and used both to cup her daughter’s naked ass, looking down at her daughters leaking pussy, feeling a huge rush knowing her daughter was so excited. She looked back at her daughters face and licked her lips for show.

“Do you want me to lick you some more Jenny?” Martha said, her excitement growing, as she saw the mix of fear, lust and need in her daughters face. 

“Yes, mo…Mrs. Harrison…I want you too lick me some more…please.” Jenny said as she held her breath for her mother to continue. Martha smiled even more at her daughter.

“Since you asked so nicely young lady…I will.” Martha said as she leaned forward and began to softly tongue her daughter’s pussy lips, teasingly, barely making contact with her flesh. Jenny gasped at the contact at first, but soon needed more then the feather touch that her mother was using.

“Mommy…uuhhh….Mrs. Harrison, please…harder…lick me harder.” Jenny moaned aloud as her frustration grew. Martha grinned as she continued to lick her daughter, and mouthed “Like this” into her daughters pussy, as she brought her mouth against her daughter and buried her tongue deep into her daughter. “Uhhh yes…yes…YES…that’s it mommy….that’s IT! Oh god mommy…fuck me…fuck me!” Jenny screamed out as she pushed her pussy back against her mothers delving tongue. Martha sucked, and tongued her daughter, then brought two of her fingers up and started to slide them into Jenny along side her tongue. Jenny gasped, her pussy starting to contract as she started a strong orgasm.

“UGGHH….oooohhhhh…oohh……AARRGGHHHHH!” Jenny screamed aloud as her body shook violently in the strongest orgasm she had ever had to date. Jenny came so hard that Martha felt her pussy gush into her mouth and quickly realized her daughter was now peeing into her mouth. Martha sputtered and tried to continue sucking her daughter’s pussy, not wanting to have piss all over the couch and carpet. Martha was only glad it was only a slight amount, though she didn’t find the taste so terrible, she felt irate her daughter would pee into her mouth, even in orgasm. Jenny’s orgasm began to subside and Martha rose up and saw that the couch was soaked. Martha looked up and saw her daughters eyes closed, grinning hugely in contentment. Martha’s anger melted away somewhat at her daughter’s pleasure and she grinned a sly grin.

“You liked that Jenny?” Martha asked her daughter softly. Jenny didn’t even open her eyes as she answered her mother.

“Ummhhmm…it was wonderful mommy.” Jenny moaned out as she had a tired but contented smile on her face.

“You liked it so much you decided to piss on my couch and…In my MOUTH!” Martha said, leaking in some anger into her voice, but only in show. Jenny’s eyes flew open and looked at her mother, then at the couch.

“Oh god mommy…I’m sorry…I didn’t know I did…I’m sorry!” Jenny said, fear actually coming into her voice now, expecting her mother to be very angry now. Jenny let go of her legs and started to get up from the couch. Martha’s hands flew out and pushed her back gently but firmly.

“I didn’t say you could move those legs young lady….BACK UP NOW!” Martha said in a firm voice, and Jenny quickly held her legs back as they were before. She fearfully looked down at her mother, but found Martha smiling up at her.

“I didn’t have a chance to taste all of you young lady…stay there!” Martha said smiling, but in a firm voice. Jenny’s face lightened and she shook her head, as a small smile crossed her mouth. Martha looked down at her daughter and started to rub her hand back across her daughter sopping wet pussy, moving all over it…before she pushed three fingers of one hand into her daughter. 

“Haaaa…ahhhh….uuhh….mommy….oohh…god….yes!” Jenny gasped aloud as her breathing came in gasps as her mother began finger fucking her daughter.

“Like I said…I didn’t get to taste everywhere I wanted to…like here…” Martha said as she licked her tongue over her daughters exposed asshole and began tonguing her daughter’s ass in earnest. Jenny gasped for breath, almost not being able to breathe at the sensations her mothers tongue and fingers were causing. Martha heard her daughter’s gasps and moans and knew she was again close to orgasm again. She brought her other hand up and quickly slid two fingers into her daughter’s ass, causing Jenny’s back to jump off the couch as she was suspended on her mother’s fingers on the edge of the couch. Jenny screamed a almost window shattering scream as an even stronger orgasm then the first wracked her body.

“AIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!” Jenny screamed out as her body convulsed and her eyes rolled back into her head and she then fell back against the couch as her body continued to spasm on her mothers fingers. Martha expecting her daughter to again pee as she came, saw the yellow liquid and quickly leaned in and sucked the mixture of girl cum and pee into her mouth. Martha continued to suck even after the flow had stopped and Jenny’s body went slack. Martha pulled her fingers from Jenny and continued to lick and suck clean her daughter’s pussy and ass. Only after her daughter was only coated in spit, did Martha stop, and look up at her daughters face. 

Jenny had a serene, peaceful small smile on her face, as she lay on the couch. Martha saw Jenny’s hands slowly released her legs and they slid down around Martha’s shoulders and Jenny’s head lulled over to one side. Martha grew concerned and moved her body out from under her daughters legs and sat on the couch next to her daughter.

“Jenny…Jenny…wake up! Jenny…wake up!” Martha said loudly shaking her daughter, and she was starting to panic when she saw Jenny’s eye lids flutter and her eyes popped open. Martha heart almost stopped in relief that her daughter was coming around.

“Don’t you scare me like that again Jenny….shit you scared me. I thought you had a heart attack or something. You ok?” Martha asked finally, looking over her daughter and brushing the hair out of her face. Jenny smile up at her mother and then quickly leaned in and kissed her mother deeply. Martha, surprised broke the kiss and grinned at her daughter. “I guess so then.” Martha said as she looked at her daughter, smiling, then leaned in and kissing her back. Martha couldn’t help it, as he hands unconsciously moved down and cupped her daughters soaking wet pussy. Jenny gasped into her mother mouth and Martha pulled back and grinned at her.

“Oh god mommy…that feels so good.” Jenny said as she opened her legs further, wanting her mother so bad to pleasure her even more. But Martha saw the large wet spot on the couch and smiled as she moved her hand off her daughter’s pussy. “Ahh mommy…don’t stop…please.” Jenny said in a pleading voice. 

“I don’t plan on it…but we have to go somewhere else, you have totally soaked the couch as is.” Martha said, then feeling the huge need between her legs, as she felt her own juices leaking down to the couch. Let’s go to my room….and it’s your turn to please me…I’m bout to explode sweetie.” Martha said as she got off the couch Jenny looked down between her legs and giggled, but then looked at her mother.

“I’m sorry mommy…I didn’t mean to pee. I just came so hard I couldn’t control it, I hope you aren’t mad?” Jenny said as she rose off the couch, trying to wipe her legs some as her juices began to leak down her legs. Martha laughed at the way her daughter was getting up.

“Its ok honey, I understand. Besides I got most of it with my mouth so only some of it got on the couch.” Martha grinned at her daughter as Jenny made a face.

“Ewww….you drank my pee mommy…yucky! And I kissed you…!” Jenny said smiling, but honestly finding it an unpleasant thought. Martha just laughed harder at her daughter’s expression.

“Jenny, there’s a lot about me you don’t know…your father and I have tried a bunch of kinky things in the past… and peeing or what they call “golden showers” was one of them. I never cared for swallowing pee then, but I must say yours wasn’t that bad.” Martha told her daughter and Jenny looked astonished at her mother.

“You mean you and daddy…pee’d each other. Yeech! Double ekky mommy…I don’t think I wanted to know that.” Jenny said smiling but not understanding how her parents could have done that. Martha grew embarrassed and a bit angry at Jenny.

“You know I don’t remember you thinking it yucky when I sucked your twat, young lady…piss or not! Let’s just forget it Jenny…I’m not feeling in the mood right now for anything anymore. In fact, I can’t believe I did what I did to you.” Martha said as she turned and started to walk away from Jenny, towards her bedroom. Jenny not liking the turn of events rushed to catch up with her mother.

“Mommy…I’m sorry I said that. I really want to lick your pussy too. Please mommy let me lick you.” Jenny said as she lightly grabbed her mothers sleeve and Martha stopped and turned around and looked at her daughter who was naked from the waist down.

“My god Jenny….I cant believe we….I did what we did as is…no…there isn’t going to be anymore licking, or anything sexual going on now. I’m ashamed I did what I did…now let me go Jenny.” Martha said with a sad, stunned look on her face as she looked at her daughter, then turning away from her. Jenny knew that her mother was regretting what happened, but Jenny didn’t want it too stop so quickly.

“Mommy…you can pee in my mouth if that will make you happy. Ill even drink it if you want, but please just let me lick your pussy, I really want to taste you.” Jenny said to her mothers back. Jenny said what she said in such an innocent tone, that Martha suddenly started laughing finding it extremely funny. She turned to look at her daughter as she laughed.

“No sweetie…I don’t have to pee in your mouth. I’m sorry Jenny, I’m not laughing at you, just the way that came out. Jenny…listen…what I did to you was so incredibly wrong honey, and I’m so ashamed I did that…forcing myself on you like that…I don’t know what came over me.” Martha said as she felt like crying now. But Jenny smiled at her and rubbed her hands over her mother head. 

“Mommy…I’m serious, I want to lick your pussy just like you did mine. I want to make you cum so that I can lick it up…please mommy, don’t stop because I made a silly comment. In fact peeing might be fun, maybe I might like it one day like that…to taste it even. But I’m going to lick your pussy mommy…even…even if I have to sneak into your bed while you’re asleep.” Jenny said softly to her mother and Martha turned around to look at her daughter.

“No you wont young lady, you will do no such thing…I feel bad enough as is. What I did to you was horrible, I’m a horrible mother. I even struck you…” Martha uttered as she sat down on a chair in the dining room and started sobbing into her hands. Martha felt her daughters hands on her shoulders, then saw he kneel in front of her as she sat in the chair.

“Mommy…I’m sorry you’re crying. Maybe if you let me lick you some it will make you feel better?” Jenny suggested not willing to give up wanting or desiring to taste what her mother had tasted. Nor did she want to give up how her mother had made her feel when she took control of her…Jenny found she liked her mother being that way towards her…being so dominate toward her. Martha looked up at her daughter not believing she was still trying to get into her panties.

“Dammit Jenny, I said no! What part of that do you not understand young lady?” Martha raised her voice to try and make it clear to her daughter that what had happened was it, and nothing more. “What happened was WRONG….I was wrong…and what you want is wrong! We can’t do that ever again Jenny!” Martha said in a calmer voice to her daughter, but Jenny just sat down onto the side of her thighs and looked up at her mother.

“But mommy…it felt so good. It can’t be wrong, it felt too good.” Jenny said looking at her mother face. Martha stared down at her daughter, wondering if she could be this stupid for real to not know that having sex with your own mother was wrong.

“Listen Jenny…it’s against the law. Against the laws of men and of God, a daughter and mother are not supposed to have sex together. Do you understand?” Martha said to her daughter hoping to end this so she could get on with her day, soon to be night. Jenny just smiled up at her mother.

“But mommy, didn’t the USA once have slavery legal? And I remember reading some parts of the bible, about God himself telling family members to have sex.” Jenny replied to her mother. Martha not really up on reading the bible, didn’t quite believe her daughter.

“Where in the bible does it say that?” Martha asked, believing her daughter was now lying to her.

“I can’t remember the passage mommy, but it’s after god destroys the city that was real wicked and that one family had been saved, god told the father to lay with his daughters so that their family could go on. And I know there are a few other spots…if you want me to go find them for you?” Jenny asked her mother, fully prepared to get the family bible and show her mother the passages she was referring to. But Martha stopped her, shaking her head no. Martha remembered the story Jenny had told her about and it was true, but Martha still wasn’t convinced she hadn’t taken advantage of her daughter.

“No I believe you Jenny…I guess I was wrong about that, but I’m still not wrong about what we did. Jenny we cant do that again, understand?” Martha told her daughter as she looked down at her. But Jenny shook her head.

“No mommy…I want to see your pussy and lick it. It’s not fair; you licked me and even made me come now I want to do the same to you.” Jenny said as she rubbed her hands up under Martha’s dress, moving them slowly up her mother’s legs. Martha began to grow quite angry again at her daughter, who was not listening to her.




Mrs Harrison



“Jenny…I said NO! Now stop it this instant!” Martha said in a raised voice. But Jenny seemed to ignore her and kept pushing her hands higher up Martha’s inner thigh. Martha started to breath heavily, partly from excitement and partly because she was now pissed. Jenny was now about mid thigh inside her mother’s legs and still going up. “JENNY…STOP IT…NOW!” Martha uttered, almost yelling. 

“No mommy.” Jenny said simply as her hands now touched Martha’s very wet panties and Jenny gasped out loud. “Mommy I made you wet!” Jenny uttered as she smiled up at her mother. She got to her knees and looked at Martha. Martha was enraged that her daughter was still not listening to her.

“GOD DAMMIT JENNY…if you won’t listen to words…maybe you’ll understand this!” Martha yelled as she bent over and putting one hand on Jenny’s lower back forcing her forward between her legs. With the other hand Martha drew back, and let it fall quickly and hard against Jenny’s bare ass, with a resounding smack and sequel from Jenny. But with Martha pulling her forward and her ass being spanked, Jenny found her head firmly planted at her mother panties, her mother’s wet aroma reaching her nose. Jenny felt another hard slap against her ass and yelped in pain, but it moved her closer to her goal…her mother’s pussy. So as Martha continued to smack her daughter’s bare ass, she soon started to feel her daughter’s fingers and even her nose probing her panties. Martha continued the assault on her daughters now red ass and every time her hand would fall, she felt Jenny probe her panties harder. Finally on the tenth smack, Jenny using her fingers pulled Martha panties to one side and as Martha smacked down, it drove Jenny’s lips into her mothers soaking wet slit. Martha stopped her assault when she felt Jenny’s tongue now entering her enflamed pussy.

“Holy shit….ohh damn…oohh Jenny…oohh lick mommy….eat mommy out!” Martha moaned out as her daughter now assaulted her open pussy. Jenny used her hands and pushed open her mother thighs, so that she could get her face further into her mother delicious slit. But even though Jenny’s ass was very sore, she began to miss the thrill of being naughty and being punished for it. she hoped her mother would not be stubborn, when she asked what she wanted.

“Mommy…can you spank me some more?” Jenny asked her mother, but still having her mouth pressed to her mother pussy, afraid to leave it for long least her mother change her mind. But Martha was too far gone to stop her daughter now, though she wondered at her child’s request.

“Umm…why Jenny…honey I’m not mad at …oh god…at you anymore.” Martha said as she tried to open her legs even more for her daughter.

“But mommy…I’m being a bad girl…I need to be spanked!” Jenny said as she wiggled her ass so her mother to see. Martha, finally thinking of what her daughter meant, smiled.

“OK Jenny, you’ve been a naughty girl and need to be punished.” Martha said as she had to keep from giggling at the bizarre situation. Jenny smiled; knowing her mother now understood her. But Jenny then realized her mothers panties were getting in the way far too much.

“Mommy…can you first take off your panties?” Jenny asked looking up slightly at her mother. Martha smiled at her daughter and tried to stand up, her daughters face following her between her legs. Martha laughed at the scene.

“Jenny you don’t have to do that, I’m not going to stop you now…in fact I’m going to take everything off.” Martha said as she began to strip and throw her clothes on top of the dinning room table. Jenny smiled and took off the rest of her clothes. Martha then sat back down, in the exact same spot, and waited for Jenny to follow suite. “Now where were we…oh yes…you have been a very naughty girl Jenny. I’m afraid I’m going to have to spank you for not obeying me.” Martha said as she again had Jenny lean into her and felt Jenny start to finger her pussy again. Jenny looked up at her and smiled at her mother.

“Just not to hard mommy…ok?” Jenny asked smiling to her mother. Martha grinned at her then looked hard at her daughter.

“Jenny, you are not to presume to tell me how to met out punishment. Just for that, you will have to be punished severely. Now back where you were…NOW!” Martha commanded her daughter, and Jenny instantly put her mouth to her mother’s pussy and Martha moaned as she felt her daughters tongue enter her. Martha pulled her hand back and quickly brought it down hard against Jenny’s ass cheeks. Jenny yelped, and then moaned between Martha’s thighs, and Martha felt her daughters tongue start to go even deeper into her mother’s hot pussy. Martha continued to spank Jenny every few seconds, though not as hard as the original punishment, still hard enough to leave yet more marks across her daughters now beet red ass.

“Oh that’s it…lick mommy’s pussy…ooh fuck yes…oohh that’s it Jenny…lick me harder….harder or I spank you harder. Oh Oh…yes….oh yes….yes...aahhhhh shhiitt!” Martha came with a scream as he daughter speared her mother pussy with two fingers, placed beside her tongue. Jenny licked her mother quickly now that she was cumming, wanting all of the delicious cram that her mother was oozing for her. Martha grabbed the back of Jenny’s head as her body shook and bucked, Jenny moaning enjoying the rough treatment by her mother and enjoying the feeling of her wet pussy against her face. But soon Martha’s orgasm was spent and she went limp in the chair, a huge smile across her face. Martha then looked forward and down at her daughter, who was looking up at her a smile across her face…which was still completely coated in girl cum and juice. Martha chuckled slightly at the sight of her daughter, almost like a puppy dog she thought.

“Jenny…come here.” Martha said, a bit of a commanding tone to her voice. Jenny responded quickly to her mother’s voice.

“Yes Mommy.” Jenny said as she started to get up off her knees, but Martha stopped her, her hands on her daughter’s shoulders.

“Yes what?” Martha asked, her voice certainly having a commanding tone to it this time. Jenny’s head snapped up and looked at her mother.

“Yes…Mrs. Harrison.” Jenny said at first looking glum, but a smile then filling her face. Martha smiled back at her and pulled her daughter to her and made her bend over her.

“You’re a mess Jenny….I guess Ill have to clean you up huh.” Martha said looking at her daughter, then moving her face next to Jenny’s. Martha then stuck out her tongue and begun licking her daughter’s cheek and mouth clean of her juices. When she reached Jenny’s lips, she pulled her daughter forward and began giving her a deep kiss, which Jenny immediately started to respond to by burying her own tongue deep into her mother mouth. After a minute Martha broke the kiss and hugged her daughter close to her own body, her head at her daughter’s tummy. She then looked up at her daughter.

“Jenny…you can NEVER tell anyone of this...is that clear. If we were found out…I shudder to think of what would happen. You understand?” Martha asked her daughter, and Jenny looked down at her mother.

“Yes mommy…umm Mrs. Harrison… I understand. I won’t tell anyone. So…Mrs. Harrison…does this mean we are going to do more after this?” Jenny asked her mother. Martha frown, wondering that herself. She looked deeply into her daughters eyes.

“God help me Jenny, but if you want to…yes. Yes we can, if you still want to. I know Ill probably burn in hell for it…but it was very exciting …being with you today.” Martha said as she smiled at her daughter. Jenny gave a huge smile and jumped back at her mother, giving her a big hug to her head, which was still at her midriff.

“Oh thank you mommy…thank you. Oh sorry…Mrs. Harrison.” Jenny said as she corrected herself, causing her mother to laugh.

“I think most of the time mommy will be ok, except at school...and well…when we do other things. Ok?” Martha said as she looked up at her daughter, hugging arms around her daughter waist, her arms touching her daughter’s ass. Martha could feel the heat coming off of her daughter butt and winced, hoping she hadn’t injured Jenny in her zeal. She noticed Jenny wincing herself as she touched her daughter’s ass. “Jenny I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to spank you so hard…or so much. Here turn and let me look at it.” Martha told her daughter, and Jenny turned around as Martha gasped as she saw the harm she had caused her daughter.

“Oh Jenny I’m so sorry sweetie” Martha said as she looked at hr daughter ass. Martha could easily tell the whole area was beet red and she could see several spots where there were definite hand and finger prints. Martha even noticed one or two spots where blood had been pulled almost to the surface. She gently laid her hand across her daughters butt, and Jenny moaned softly in pain, but Martha almost thought she could fry an egg on her daughter’s ass now. “Oh Jenny…I’m so sorry sweetie…maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.” Martha said to her daughter as she looked on to the damage she had done. Jenny knew her butt hurt, but also knew it wasn’t permanent, and she knew she didn’t like her mother tone now and wanted to change it.

“Mommy maybe you can make it feel better…maybe you can kiss it.” Jenny suggested, looking back at her mother and grinning. Martha saw her daughters face and smiled at her daughters horniness…and her own.

“Umm …maybe mommy can make it better…. let me see.” Martha said as she tenderly leaned forward and began placing kisses over Jenny’s butt, but with each touch of Martha’s, no matter how soft, it brought a wince or moan from Jenny. “I don’t think I’m making it better sweetie…you’re in too much pain.” Martha said not wanting to continue to hurt her daughter in this fashion. Jenny then leaned around again, another huge grin on her face.

“Maybe you just need to find a place back there that isn’t sore right now.” Jenny said, the grin on her face getting even larger. Martha looked at her perplexed, seeing every inch of her daughter’s ass that wasn’t red...except… 

“You little ferret…you seriously want me too….ohh I’ve raised a nasty daughter.” Martha said as she grinned back at her daughter. Jenny started to giggle slightly at her mother.

“Just following in my mommy’s footsteps…” Jenny said as she wiggled her ass back at her mother. Martha then broke out laughing and looked at her daughter’s ass before her.

“Well I guess I’ve done worse.” Martha said as she slowly stopped laughing. She then carefully used her hands to part her daughter ass cheeks, seeing the little rosebud of her daughter’s ass. “Well at least you keep yourself clean.” Martha said as she leaned forward and planted a kiss right against her daughter’s puckered asshole. Martha then began to tongue and lick over and around her daughter’s rosebud, hearing her daughter moan as she continued to lick her. Martha then leaned back and used one of her hands, and moved it down to cup her daughter’s pussy. As Martha’s hand made contact with her daughters pussy lips, she felt her palm and finger immediately become drenched in her daughters juices. “Shit Jenny…your dripping wet.” Martha moaned out as she again leaned in and began tonguing her daughter’s asshole again.

“Oh god mommy…your tongue feels so good on my ass…mmm…oh god lick me mommy.” Jenny moaned as she bent over even further and dipped down, pressing her pussy against her mothers hand. “Oh god mommy…uhh…I’m close…ohh…so close.” Jenny moaned out as she pushed her ass even further back, and Martha responded by pushing her tongue up her daughter’s ass and popping two fingers inside her daughter’s pussy. The dual assault pushed Jenny over the edge and her body jerked as her orgasm hit her. 

“Ahhh mommy…oh mommy….uuhh…ARRGGHHH!” Jenny screamed out as she rested her head against the back of the couch, holding onto it for support as her legs tried to buckle as her body shook as she came. Martha felt her ass clench and felt her fingers become even more soaked as her daughter came. She leaned up and watched Jenny’s ass jiggle and shake as her orgasm racked her body. Then after a short minute Jenny gave one last shudder then fell to her knees as if a puppets strings had been cut, with Martha’s fingers popping with a squishy noise from her wet pussy. Martha looked at her daughter, then at her own fingers, and then slid her fingers into her mouth sucking them clean. Martha then got up and knelt behind her daughter, and embracing her as Jenny leaned against the couch. Jenny looked back at her mother and Martha leaned forward and kissed her daughter passionately for a few seconds, before she broke it.

“Did you enjoy your therapy?” Martha asked with a smile. Jenny grinned at her mother

“Your mouth tastes like ass mommy…you might need some mouthwash.” Jenny said smiling, a teasing tone to her voice. Martha gasped in mock shock at her daughter and slapped her ass, enlisting a yelp from Jenny.

“Well that’s the last time I try to doctor you up young lady…maybe next time I won’t stop when I spank you.” Martha said as she leaned forward and started sucking, then biting her daughters lower neck area. Jenny gasped out in surprise and some pain as her mothers teeth could be felt on her skin.

“Yeeoow…mommmy…that hurt.” Jenny said with a smile on her lips as Martha pulled back, a string of saliva making a bridge between them. Martha smiled back at her and again brought her hand up to her daughter’s still very wet pussy and slid three fingers inside her daughter from behind. Jenny gasped again loudly, this time in pure pleasure.

“You liked it you little minks, I know you did. You really enjoyed the pain…when I was spanking you…or biting you, didn’t you Jenny?” Martha asked now, making sure her daughter did in fact enjoy what was going on. Jenny shook her head and looked back at her mother smiling.

“Yes mommy….I did. Does that make me weird?” Jenny asked very seriously, as she looked over her shoulder at her mother. Martha smiled at her daughter.

“I’m not sure…maybe, but I think most people have weird quirks about them if you dig deep enough. Hey look at me…I drank your pee and licked your asshole out...and you’re my DAUGHTER for gods sake! Yes you’re weird…but then so am I, I guess. Does that make you happy?” Martha asked her daughter, a slight smile on her face.

“Yes mommy it does…and I am now…even if you do drink pee and your breath smells of ass.” Jenny said giggling as she tried to dive away from her mother. Martha grabbed her by the ankles and started tickling her feet till Jenny started begging her to stop. Martha then sat down on the back of Jenny’s knees and tickled her feet from there, facing toward her daughters feet.

“Oh shit mommy…stop…hehehe…stop…I can’t breathe…stop please.” Jenny begged her mother and Martha grinned at a thought. She leaned behind her and looked at her daughter’s ass.

“Maybe you’d rather I tickle you here.” Martha said as she moved her hand and lightly moved a finger back and forth between her daughter pussy lips and asshole. Jenny gasped half in pleasure and partly because it was ticklish. Jenny raised her butt up so that her mother’s finger could better reach between. Martha watched her own finger play over her daughters very private areas and finding her own pussy getting quite soaked, when she heard a car pull up into the driveway. It was only then that she remembered that her son, Chris usually arrived home at this time.

“Shit…Chris!” Martha uttered as she jumped off of Jenny and began gathering their clothes. “Quick…the clothes, make sure you get all of them…meet in my bedroom.” Martha said softly to Jenny as they now both quickly gathered their clothes and had to hunt for some of the far flung ones. Finally Martha ushered Jenny into her bedroom and was just closing the door behind herself, when she heard the front door open. Martha locked the door to her bedroom, but knew it wouldn’t be long before Chris would come looking for his mother….Martha would usually feed her son after he got home from the drive from school. She turned to her daughter and saw her standing with her back turned toward her, and Martha still winced at the redness of her daughters ass. She walked up to Jenny and softly turned her round, and kissed her on the mouth quickly.

“Jenny…I think you should go soak in a cold bath, to try and ease the heat off of your butt. It might help…and I can throw in some baking soda, which might help a bit more.” Martha said as Jenny wrapped her arms around her mothers waist and embraced her as she looked at her face.

“Are you going to join me mommy?” Jenny suggested with a small grin on her face. Martha smiled, but shook her head.

“I’ve got an insatiable daughter…but no…I need to go and see if Chris wants anything to eat. Besides it would look more then a little strange that I was taking a bath with you honey….we haven’t done that for at least ten years, and it would certainly raise some thoughts. But you go run the water and hop in…and I might come check on you in a little bit.” Martha said to her daughter, winking at her at the end. Jenny giggled and smiled at her mother. She then move in and kissed her mother and Martha kissed back, and Martha almost lot herself in the kiss, until she heard Chris shouting “mom” in the other room. Martha quickly broke the kiss and threw on her clothes, forgoing her bra and panties in her rush to hurry from her bedroom. She looked back at her daughter who was still standing there looking at her. “Bath…now.” Martha said in a commanding tone, but smiling as she did. As Martha opened the door and left the room, she heard the tub beginning to fill with water.

“Oh hey mom….I figured you were in your room. We got anything to eat around here?” Chris asked as he heard his mother come out of her room, which opened up onto the kitchen. Martha looked over at her son, and he turned to look at her. “We got anything to eat in here mom, I’m starved?” Chris asked again, looking at his mother. Martha grinned at her son, and wondered what he would do without her….probably starve, she thought.

“Listen Chris…you know what we have in the freezer and the cabinets almost as well as I do, so why do you always have to ask me what we have.” Martha replied as she moved next to her son and opened some of the cabinet doors. “We got cans of soup here, spaghetti, and other assorted canned goods. And in here…” Martha said as she opened the freezer door as her son followed her, knowing he was getting a lecture before he ate. “We have frozen dinners, pot pies and…lots of stuff that can be easily heated up in minutes. So what is the big problem Chris?” Chris looked at his mother, his face turning red with embarrassment.

“Hey I’m sorry mom, …I look in the cabinets but for whatever reason, when I look I just see cans….not food…you know what I mean. Nothing ever looks good to me.” Chris said and kept looking at other places besides her face. Chris then noticed something about her mother was different then usual for her, but he couldn’t place it.

“What am I going to do with you….you would starve with a house full of food. Ok want me to pick something out of the cabinets of mystery for you…or something from the freezer?” Martha said, being sarcastic, but smiling at her son. Martha knew that her son wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack…which was weird she thought because he was incredibly intelligent, making almost straight A’s, but for some reason he was lacking in common sense, Martha thought to herself. Chris, looked a bit sullen now and pointed to the freezer.

“Ill just get a dinner out of the freezer mom.” Chris said as he walked over and opened it up and took the first dinner out of the freezer without looking at it and sat it down on the cabinet. Martha felt bad now that she had put her son in a bad mood and went and hugged him.

“I’m sorry Chris, I didn’t mean to ride you like that, but you have to learn to look after yourself you know…momma isn’t always going to be here your whole life.” Martha said as she embraced her son and Chris hugged her back. Just then he finally realized what was different about her…she wasn’t wearing a bra like she always did, and Chris could now feel her breasts against his shirt. Chris knew her breasts were rather large, and with only her thin dress and his shirt between them, he could even feel her nipples pressing into him. Chris couldn’t help but feel his cock start to get hard as he now couldn’t get the thought out of his head.