15 comments/ 106572 views/ 43 favorites Crazy Girls By: YKN4949 Chapter 1: A Trip "Come on honey, we want to get something to eat quick before things get crazy out there," my mom said as she came out of the bathroom. We were in a hotel room, the three of us, so things were kind of crowded. There was my mom Alice, there was me (Taylor), and there was my mom's best friend Kara. My mom was drying her long, soft black hair and smiling at herself in the mirror. She had reason to smile, my mother was gorgeous. Beyond her hair, she had this sexy olive skin, big perfect violet eyes with really long eyelashes. Her nose was small and her face was intimidatingly beautiful. She was pretty tall at 5'8 and she was happy because, at long last she had gotten her weight back down to where she was in high school, she weighed 110lbs. Her body was perfect. She had big, 32-C breasts, a flat tummy (with a pierced bellybutton), flared hits, tight butt and long legs. She looked like a model. And she was 36 years old, the prime of her life. She looked even younger, like a college student. That night she was wearing an impossibly tight black tank-top and a short plaid skirt. She was wearing flip-flops. Few people would believe that I was her daughter. Not because of my looks. If fact, people were always saying that we looked a lot alike. Except they always thought that she was my older sister. See my mom had gotten pregnant with me when she was 18 years old. Now, I was 18 and blossoming into a woman. They couldn't believe such a young woman had such a beautiful young lady for a daughter. And that is what I was. I had my mother's hair, eyes and coloring. My face was as beautiful as hers, but a bit softer, perhaps because of a slightly smaller nose. This somehow made me look less fierce and sexual. At the time, my breasts were still pretty small, 32-A cups. My stomach was flat, the last of my baby fat having melted off during middle school. I have shapely legs and an athlete's butt. I was only 5'2 then and about 98lbs. That night I was wearing a tight pink t-shirt (you could see the black bra I was very proud of through the think material) and short white shorts. In fact, at the time, the only thing that made me different from my mother, besides the fact that I was smaller and younger, was the fact that I had been born without a left hand. I know, it is kind of weird. My mom didn't know she was pregnant with me until she was 5 months pregnant. As you might have guessed, a girl who gets pregnant in high school is a bit of a party animal and my mom had been drinking pretty regularly up until the time I was born. So my hand was not there. In fact, my arm stopped right at the narrowest part of my arm, right before where my wrist would be in a clean rounded end. It made me very self-conscious and sometimes I think my mom, who cared about the way she looked and how I made her look, was embarrassed about it too. Although she never said anything. "How do I look?" Kara said. Kara was wearing a white bikini top and jean shorts. I smiled because I liked Kara. She was a lot of the things my mother was not. She was attentive and she was warm and she was funny. My mom was smart and gorgeous but sometimes she was self-centered and intimidating. She didn't want me to make the mistakes she did, so she was tough on me. She demanded that I be smart as well as sexy. It was a lot of pressure. Kara just liked me for what I was and I liked that. And Kara had a softer kind of beauty that I wished (at the time) that I had. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a 1000-watt smile. Her skin was milky white and she had giant, porn-cheerleader breasts. Her body was very curvy. She was only a little taller than me at 5'5 and she was around 125lbs. My mom had known Kara forever. My mom and Kara's older sister, Pam, had been beast friends in high school. Pam had sort of outgrown my mom and so she started hanging out with Kara. They had sort of matured at the same time, my mom a little behind the curve (except for her sexual maturity). So Kara was only 25 then, just graduated. She had a masters in elementary education now. My mom ran one of my grandpa's pizza shops. "Hot," my mom said, smiling at her friend. She looked over at me and gave me a weak, but still welcomed smile, "You look very pretty too honey." If she was really happy she'd tell me I looked sexy or hot. But pretty was still good. I would take it. "Shall we move out?" Kara asked. I nodded and the three of us headed for the door. We were at the beach for the weekend. It was the last weekend of summer and my mom wanted to give me a treat before I went to college. She was also congratulating Kara, who had gotten job at the elementary school that I had attended. We rode down in the elevator. I was so hungry that all I could think about was eating. My mom and Kara were talking about something, but I wasn't really paying attention. We walked briskly through the lobby and soon we were outside, being hit by the oppressive heat. We always vacationed in Florida, and even though it was late August the humidity was insane. "Oh my god, its hot as a cunt in here," Kara said and we all laughed. Kara was always vulgar, but it was just a show. She was sweet. But sometimes I wondered if she'd be able to keep it together in an elementary school. "We don't want to walk too long," my mom said and we all nodded. I already felt sweat making my shirt stick to my back. She turned around in the street, looking for something to eat. "There," Kara said, pointing. It was a seafood place. It had some sort of clever name and it was sitting right on the bay. My mom nodded and we went. This trip was exciting for me. Lots of times my mom went away on trips with her friends to place. Sometimes she would take me to places. But she always kept those two kinds of trips separate. This was the only time I had ever felt like one of the girls. One of the people my mom wanted to be with. It was exciting. I hated seafood, but I wouldn't say a word. Part of being on the all-girls trip was doing what the leader said. Soon we were inside and sitting at the table. It was cool inside and there were just a bunch of tall, four person tables with a bar in the middle. The wall was covered in goofy nautical stuff and oldies were blasting from the stereo. It was not the kind of place my mom would usually like, but Kara would and my mom was in a good mood because some guys were checking her out at the bar. So we sat down. "This is so much fun!" I gushed and my mom and Kara smiled. I think my mom liked me growing up almost as much as I did. We looked at the menus quietly for a while, although I noticed my mom casting glances at the guys at the bar occasionally. "Hey there everyone," a perky male voice said and we all looked up to see a young man who looked like a waiter. He was probably my age. He looked around to all of us, then he saw me adjust my menu with my left arm and his eyes moved away quickly, embarrassed. He stared at my mom instead, either that or Kara's tits. I felt terrible. "Well," my mom said, seeing him getting embarrassed and getting pissed herself. She could never stand to see anyone else embarrassed by my arm. Even though I was pretty sure she was mortified by it. "Oh, my name is Kevin," he said, flustered, "Is there something I can get you to drink?" I looked down at the drinks. Coke products. I preferred Pepsi. "I we would like two shots of tequila to get us started and then two margaritas and a glass of water," my mom said. I was a bit surprised. I knew my mom and her friends drank, but she was getting off to a hard start. I started to say that I wanted a diet Pepsi but my mom squeezed my leg under the table. "Can I see your IDs" the boy said. Kara and my mother quickly got out their licenses and showed them to Kevin. I looked around nervously. Kevin inspected each license and then handed them back. Then he looked over at me, abashedly. "Hers?" "Hers?" Kara asked, looking at me, "she is the oldest one here!" Kevin looked confused. Kara leaned over and sort of nonchalantly let her breast rub up against Kevin's side, but kept it there. Kevin got beet read and stared down at Kara's cleavage. This went on for what felt like a long time, but was probably only a few moments. Suddenly, my mom snapped her fingers. Kevin's head swung around quickly, looking at the source of the sound. "What?" he said suddenly. "Kevin, was it?" my mom asked in her icy tone and his eyes got wide and he nodded, "Kevin, first you come in here and you stare at our friend Tyler's arm like there is something wrong with you. Then you refuse to serve her a drink. Then you stand over here and stare and Kara's tits and you try to cop a feel. Have I covered that accurately?" "But..." Kevin said. "I don't want to hear your justifications. I think that I need to speak to your manager," my mom said, crossing her arms in front of her breasts, "I don't think he would appreciate this sort of behavior." "No Ma'am." Kevin stumbled, taking a step back away from Kara and looking down at his order, "I think we have had a bit of a misunderstanding. I will go get your drinks now." "And..." my mom asked. "Oh and of course, any dessert you get will be on me," he said, stumbling backwards. "Of course," my mom said, nodding and letting the terrified boy run away. My eyes must have been as big as saucers. I had no idea what was going on. My mom was smiling and Kara was giggling. "Little boys are so easy," she said and my mom laughed a little now too. Then she turned to me. "Taylor, I got you a drink. I bet you are wondering why," she said and I nodded weakly, "Don't get excited. You are drinking the water. I got it in case there is a drink minimum." For a second my heart dropped. I had really thought maybe she was going to treat me like an adult. Instead she was using me to make sure she could get shitfaced. Did she even want me here at all. A few seconds later Kevin was back. He quickly put the drinks all in the middle of the table. He took our orders as fast as humanly possible and then he was gone again. Then she put one of the big margaritas in front of both herself and Kara, and then they both grabbed one of the dark brown shots. She gave me the water. My mom and Kara got the salt and limes together. "To our trip" then she lifted her shot glass, Kara lifted her own and I did lifted my pathetic water. We all clinked our glasses together. Then my mom and Kara both licked the salt from their wrists. I rook a little sip of water. Then my mom and Kara lifted their glasses to their lifts and quickly swallowed down the liquid. Then they shoved the limes into their mouths quickly and sucked them dry. I saw their faces contort and they coughed and giggled. I finished the rest of my water and wondered what I would get it eat. Chapter 2: The Crazy Gurlz Crew Most of the rest of that night is still a blur. I might not have gotten drunk like my mom and Kara did, but I had to keep up with them. They danced in the seafood place, they hit on guys, and they made me incredibly uncomfortable. When we got kicked out of there we ended up at a club for more of the same stuff. It was so hot in that place I was soon dehydrated, I felt sick and woozy, like I had been drinking or something. I wanted to go back to the room and go to sleep, but my mom was almost in a manic state. My mom and Kara danced together really sexy and there were guys cheering and watching, she would never leave something like that. She kept telling me that she loved but that I was a kill joy I spent the entire time sitting in the darkness in the corner. Finally, the club closed and my mom, Kara and I ended up back outside. We were only a few blocks from the hotel and so they decided to walk. Getting out into the fresh air and knowing that I would soon be in a warm bed improved my mood immensely. "Did you have fun," Kara asked in a slurred voice. "Uh-huh" I lied voice and my mom giggled and stumbled a little, she leaned hard against me and I stumbled into Kara and we all stumbled against the wall of the outside of the club. They were laughing and enjoying it and I was a part of it this time. I started to laugh too. We were laughing and trying to get up when we heard a man's voice behind us. "Hey girls, how're you doing," the voice said. "Good," I said in a weirdly assertive voice as we all turned so that our backs were to the club's wall. We were facing the voice, but couldn't see anyone. There was just a bright light shining directly in our faces. "You girls having a good time?" the man voice asked. "Who're you?" my mom asked. She had her pissed, icy voice out. "I'm Dave, I'm with The Crazy Gurlz Crew, you guys ever hear of us?" he asked. My mom responded, but suddenly her attitude had changed. She brought out her sexy girl voice. "Aren't you that group that goes and finds drunk college girls and takes videos of them taking their clothes off and stuff?" she asked and Dave sort of laughed. I suddenly figured out that the reason I couldn't see anything was because Dave was shining a camera in my face and he was filming up. "Something like that," he said, "Do you guys want to talk to us for a little while." I was already starting to shake my head. My mom had always made fun of the late nigh commercials about these clowns and she always told me not to trust guys with any sort of camera when I was naked. There was no way I was going to mess with this stuff. "So you guys just talk to college girls, right?" my mom asked, twirling her hair over her fingers. At the time, I couldn't figure out what her deal was. It was only later that I realized that the guy had flattered her by thinking she was somewhere in the neighborhood as college. "Yep, so I take it you girls don't mind talking to us," Dave said, "What're your names, how old are you ladies?" He asked. At this time I was staring blankly at the camera, confused, my mom was trying to look sexy and I think that Kara was just sort of in a stupor. She shook out of it though, as though she always knew what was going on. "I am Alice," my mom said, "I'm 25." "My name is Kara, I'm 24," she answered truthfully. I saw the camera pan to me. I felt, even at the time, that the Dave was raising the camera so that he wouldn't catch my stumpy left arm. I knew my face was getting red. But before I had a chance to speak, my mom was talking. "And this is our friend Taylor. She is 18 and a little shy," she said and turned to wink at me. I just shut up, what was she doing? "So I saw you, Alice, and Kara dancing out there, it was pretty hot. You girls college students, do you know each other?" "I just graduated," Kara explained. "We know each other from college," my mom said. "Were do you go?" he asked. "Penn State," my mom said, naming Kara's alma mater. I just sort of mildly nodded. I wanted to do what my mom wanted, to make her pleased. We were still standing against the wall of the club. My mom was standing in the middle, I was on her left and Kara was on her right. Kara was just staring at the camera now, but she looked gorgeous. So did my mom. "You guys were doing a pretty sexy dance. Are you girlfriends up there at Penn State?" My mom gave a demure little giggle and shook her head. "We were just dancing for the guys," she said and Kara laughed. "Any of you ever have any lesbian experiences?" Dave asked, moving the camera closer. I felt very uncomfortable. But my mom was eating it up. And she was nodding! "No," Kara said, "but she has," she pointed over towards my mom and me. I quickly shook my head so that they wouldn't think that Kara was talking about me. But it was clear my mom was reveling in the attention she was getting. "Oh yeah, what happened?" Dave asked, turning the camera so it was looking only at my mom. She gave a drink smile and sort of nodded. She leaned forward a little when she talked so that the camera would get a good shot of her cleavage inside her black tank top. "Nothing much," she said, "One time this girl and I from back home, Pam, well we got a little drunk with some guys around and she fingered me." I was shocked, I looked to Kara who was nodding. It must've been true! Kara's sister had fingered my mom! It was so strange. "That's pretty hot," Dave said, "You seem like a pretty sexual girl. Do you masturbate?" "Yes," my mom said ad this was a further shocking revelation. I couldn't picture my mom...doing that sort of thing. "How often?" he asked. "At least once a day David," she said. She had a way of saying a man's name in way that somehow implied that she wanted the man, even if she couldn't stand him. Even David, who I assume was a jaded pornographer, felt drawn to her. He stumbled on his next words. "How about you...uh...Kara and Taylor?" he asked, he shifted the camera towards Kara first and she giggled and looked down at her breasts. "I do a couple time a week," she said and sort of ran her hand over her crotch and I felt even weirder. "How about you Taylor," he said and the camera was on me. I felt my face getting even redder than it was before. I didn't want to say how much I masturbated in front of my mom. Especially because it was a lot. Also, she had that weird mom ability to know when I was lying so if I said anything I had to tell the truth. "Stop being a wimp," I heard my mom say and turned to see that she was looking at me, smiling, "tell them Taylor." "Okay, m..." I started to say mom, but caught myself, "maybe I am just a little nervous. I masturbate four or five times a day." I tried to catch my mom's look out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn't, I felt Kara rub my back. She whispered something in my ear, but I couldn't tell what it was. "Do you ever think about other girls when you masturbate?" he asked, I didn't know to whom, but I wasn't going to answer. He was on his own. "Sometime," my mom said and she ran her hand through her hair and pushed it in front of her face. I couldn't tell if she was telling the truth. "You want to give one of these girls a kiss?" Dave asked. My mom didn't say anything, she just turned and looked at Kara. Their eyes met for a second and then I saw them lean in and kiss. I couldn't see very well, but I could hear their tongues slurping. I saw the back of my mom's head as it shook around, I could see Kara's hand on the back of my mom's neck. Then their kiss broke. "How about Alice, why don't you give Taylor a kiss?" Dave suggest, but it sounded a bit more like an order than anything else. I was happy. Now my mom would tell the guy what was up and that would be the end of all this weirdness. We would go back to the hotel and the next morning we would laugh about it. Maybe my mom would forget that I admitted the truth that I masturbated five times a day. While I was thinking all of this over, I felt a hand on my neck. I felt a thumb rub against my chin. It turned my head towards my mom. Her eyes were bright and she was smiling. She slid her arm around my neck and it clamped gently around the back, cupping the back of my head. I didn't resist as she pulled me in, I was too shocked. I closed my eyes, too afraid to look. First, I felt the hot warmth of lips against my own. I had only ever been kissed once at that point, and at first it was a little like that, except my mom's lips were so soft. I leaned into them. I could smell alcohol but also her sexy perfume. She felt so warm against me and I liked it. Then I felt her mouth open then. I felt her hot tongue against my lips and suddenly my mouth was open too. She was dipping her tongue deep into my mouth. I felt her rough, soft, wet tongue tickling my own, she dug it deep in. She was a little hard with it. It was strange. I felt her one are slide around my back and pull me deeper into her kiss. I was licking back now, trying to put my own tongue in her mouth. I could feel her breasts against mine now; my nipples were hard against her stomach. I gasped around her tongue. Then I put my right hand on her waist and then I put my left arm up to her neck and... Crazy Girls "Okay," Dave said, "So do you girls want to go back to our RV?" David asked. He jerked the camera away quickly. For a half second I was confused, and then I quickly moved my arm away from my mother and put it behind my back. She was already looking back at the camera. I felt so odd. I was aroused. My mother kissed me and I was aroused. At the same time, I felt ashamed. I was a freak. Even perverts thought I was gross. I was disgusting twice over. I was a cripple and I liked the way my mom kissed me. But what was she thinking, why had she kissed me? I didn't know what to think. "I will if you will," Kara said, looking at my mom. My mom bit her lower lip and them solemnly nodded her head. It wasn't a long walk. Dave and some other guy just sort of led us around the outside of the club. I remember feeling like I was walking through pudding and my head was spinning. My mom was talking to the two guys and Kara was walking. Occasionally she looked back to make sure I was keeping up, but mostly she walked too. In the back of the club, in the parking lot, was a huge RV. The windows were all tinted and they must've spent a fortune writing "Crazy Gurlz Crew" on the outside. The door was already open and we all walked in. I was last. I closed the door behind me. By the time I walked up the stairs and stood in the big, main room, my mom and Kara were already on the bed. They were sitting on the end, looking into the camera. David was still looking at them. I started to walk to the bed. I felt a hand gently touch my elbow. "Hey..." he said. He was a grimy looking guy. Very tall, but very thin with a wispy mustache and pimply skin. His breath smelled bad. He was giving me a good natured smile, but it was a shark's smile. I could tell by the way he was talking that he was struggling to remember my name. "Taylor," I said, annoyed. "Taylor, you are an absolutely beautiful girl," he said and I could tell he was telling the truth, but it made me feel sick. "Umm... Thanks," I said. I was looking down at my shoes now. "I mean, generally I don't do this kind of stuff, the Crazy Gurlz Crew stuff. I mean, usually I am doing regular old porn. You are hot. If you were a...regular girl you could make a lot of money. But as a girl with an arm missing, I mean you could make a fortune. You are the best looking amputee girl I have ever seen," he said and I wanted to cry. My mom and Kara were answering questions. "I'm not an amputee I was born with only one arm," I mumbled. "It's sort of a technical term," he explained, "I mean there is a community out there that loves girls with missing limbs. You could be huge and make a shitload of money." He said. He gave me a look like I should be proud or something. "Thanks," I said in a monotone. I saw that my mom and Kara were kissing again. "Here is my card if you are ever interested in that. But that gets me to why I stopped you," he said, "I think that even if you were in the video we are going to make people would think it was hot. But we don't like to confuse people. When they buy our videos, they know it is just normal, vanilla lesbian stuff. If we throw in an amputee girl, we are going to screwing up the brand, do you understand?" He put his hand on my shoulder like he was comforting me or something. I looked over at my mom. She seemed to see I was looking at her. She gave me a drunk smile and waved. "Don't come over here honey," she said. They didn't seem to notice that she said it in a very motherly tone. The guy who was talking to me, smiling like everything was going according to his plan. "I won't bother you anymore," he said, sensing that I was uncomfortable, "Why don't you take a seat over there on the couch and watch. It should be pretty fun. I won't even sit next to you." For a second I was almost grateful. I looked over at the couch, it was about three feet from the bed, and I would be out of camera shot. I walked over to it slowly and sat down. I wanted to just look out the window, not pay any attention to the bizarre scene going on in front of me. But I was so curious. I wanted to see what would happen. I wanted it because...I thought it would be hot. I turned now to see what was going on. My mom and Kara were both sitting up on their knees and they were facing one another. Their boobs were sort of mushed together and their faces were only a couple inches apart. They leaned forward and pecked each other. They wrapped their arms around one another and soon they were kissing really passionately. Their eyes were closed and both of their faces were so sexy. Their mouths were opening rhythmically. My mom's tongue dipped into her best friend's mouth, I could see their tongues rubbing each other's teeth and their tongues rubbing together. While they were doing this, their hands were moving up and down their sides. Kara's hands were underneath of my mom's shirt and my mom's hands were on Kara's bare waist. Then my mom reached up and untied Kara's bikini top. It got loose, but was held to her chest because my mom's boobs were pressed against hers. My mom moved back a little tiny bit and the bikini fell off. There were Kara's breasts. They were gorgeous. Despite their size, they hardly dropped at all when the bikini top came off. The skin was milky white and she had big, pink nipples. They looked like two big handfuls. My mom started to rub them. She started on the outside and just sort of massaged them. They kept kissing. Then my mom started to rub Kara's nipples. "Oh fuck, uhhhhh," Kara said, arching her back and leaning into my mom's hands. I felt my pussy getting a little bit wet. I felt strange. I shouldn't like this. But there was Kara. I always wondered what she would look like naked. But this was different. This was real. "Like that baby?" my mom asked, Kara giggled and nodded. Then my mom lifted up her arms. Kara took the cue. she grabbed my mom's shirt and lifted it up over her head. I was shocked. My mom hadn't worn a bra and now my mom was completely topeless! And her tits were gorgeous. They were so perky, she had small, dark red nipples and they just looked like they had been sculpted by a master. "Holy shit!" I heard Dave say and he was right, my mother's body was perfect. She looked like she was 21. Kara didn't bother to touch my mom's breasts. She leaned forward and took my mom's left nipple in her mouth. I couldn't see very well but my mom breathed in very deeply. "Oh baby," she said in a sexy voice, coyly opening her eyes and opening her mouth to the camera. Kara was rubbing my mom's other nipple with her fingers while she licked her. I could see one of my mom's nipples and it was so hard. Her skin looked so taut. I felt my own nipples getting hard. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Was I jealous? I saw my mom's legs spread apart a bit. I almost choked. My mom wasn't wearing any panties underneath of her little skirt. It was sort of dark, but I could make out the outline of a bare pussy. My mom's shaved pussy. She closed her legs a little again. She was running her hands through Kara's hair. Then she leaned forward, and Kara's mouth popped off of her tit. Kara looked confused for a second, and then my mom sexily pushed Kara back a little. Kara fell on her butt, and splayed her arms back behind herself. She spread her legs. My mom leaned forward and started kissing her now. She kissed Kara deeply. But with one hand she started to unbutton and then unzip Kara's jeans. Kara lifted her butt off the bed and my mom quickly slid the shorts off. Kara wasn't wearing any panties underneath. Her pussy lips were pink and very puffy. She had just a little bit of blonde public hair cut in a tiny strip right above her labia. I had never seen another woman's pussy before. It looked beautiful. My mother leaned back in and started to kiss Kara again. They were more passionate now. Kara's hands were all over my mother's tits and my mom was pumping her tongue into Kara's mouth. They were moaning loudly and they kept telling each other that they loved one another. Finally, my mom reached down. She started to gently stroke Kara's pussy lips. I saw the lips split open, caught the darker red of the inside of her vagina. My mom had her hand on another girl's pussy! "Oh rub my slit Alice, oh oh oh!' Kara screamed out loudly. My mom was toying with Kara's clit. Kara had both her arms behind her now, it was the only way she could keep from falling over. My mom kept gently rubbing her pussy. At the same time, she started to suck on one of Kara's nipples. It was unbearably hot. Kara just kept groaning and she tried to grind her pussy against my mom's hand. But my mom was taking her time, just flicking Kara's clit and tickling her nipples. She was sort of on her hands and knees now and her toned, rounded butt was swaying back and forth and the camera. Very slowly she made her finger more rigged. She pointed the tip of her middle finger and Kara's pussy, her palm was up. "Do it, oh God Alice, please fuck my pussy," Kara moaned and my mom let out a sexy little giggle. Slowly she pumped her forefinger into Kara's pussy. It looked tight, she hand to push a little to get it to slip in. Kara writhed on the bed and her pussy glistened with her juices. My mom switched the tit she was licking as the last of her finger disappeared into her friend's pussy. My mom kept the finger buried in her friend, but I could see her arm tensing as she slowly rubbed the finger up and down. Kara was moaning very loudly now, and she was shoving her hips hard into my mom's finger. Now my mom moved up, she wasn't licking Kara's nipples, now they were kissing very passionately again. Kara was moaning around my mother's tongue. I watched my mom's hand. She was fingering her friend, but she was still rubbing the clit with her thumb as well. It looked like it was driving Kara wild. Kara had partially wrapped her legs around my mom, trying to pull her finger even deeper into her. "Jesus fucking fuck!" Kara screamed and my mom giggled again. Suddenly, Kara started to buck wildly, pushing her cunt hard on my mom. I saw her hands squeeze hard on the blankets. Then she let out a very loud scream and a small, but powerful jet of clear liquid shot from between her pussy lips and onto my mom's hand and arm. My mom was really laughing now. She pulled her finger out of Kara's pussy and lifted the dripping hand to her beautiful face. She ravenously started to lick the clearish liquid from her fingers like she was dying of thirst and it would save her. Kara was lying on her back now, her breasts rising slowly and beautifully as she caught her breath. I couldn't take my eyes off of my mother, she was so fiery, such a force of nature. The liquid was glistening on her lips and I wished I could kiss them. I desperately wanted to rub my pussy, but I was terrified someone would notice. Then Kara sat up. She kissed my mom passionately. I couldn't think of anything except for the fact that she was tasting her own pussy juice. My mom stuck her middle finger in Kara's mouth and her friend tasted her own cum and my mother's spit. Now it was Kara's turn. She gently pushed my mom back on her back. My mom's tits flopped really sexy, spreading out slightly on her chest. My mom spread her legs and lifted her butt. Kara grabbed my mom's skit and slid it quickly off her body. My mom's pussy lips were a little darker than Kara's, her clit was a little bigger and she was completely shaved. It was a perfect pussy. I couldn't believe how much I wanted to touch it. I expected Kara to do exactly what my mom had done, but she didn't. She got down on her stomach between my mom's legs. I raised myself up just a little bit so that I could see what was going on a little bit better. Her face was just a few fractions of an inch from my mom's pussy and she was looking at it and smiling. My mom was looking down at her with a hungry gaze. "Oh god baby do it!" My mom said in a voice that was quivering with lust. Kara stuck her tongue out and gave my mom's hard clit a very tiny little flick. My mom's entire body got tense. She started playing with her own breasts, teasing the nipples. Kara shifted so that she was straddling my mom's leg and her pussy was right against my mom's knee. She was grinding her cunt against my mom's leg, I could see it glistening, wet. Kara started to lap at my mom's pussy, tasting her clit and even dipping it in a little deeper. My mom was making short, fierce chirping noises and her eyes were closed. Kara kept grinding and sucking on my mom. At the same time, my mom was lifting her right boob into her mouth so she could suck on her own nipple! Her breasts were big enough to do much from that angle, but she was licking them gently and moaning. Kara kept sucking, and now she slipped a finger stealthily into my mom's pussy. My mom screamed, literally scream and arched her back up, driving the finger in deeper and Kara's tongue hard into her pussy. It didn't take long after that. In a few more seconds my mom was backing her hips into Kara's face and she kept screaming Kara's name over and over again, pulling on Kara's hair. Then her body went stiff, following that she tremored several times, and then went limp on her back. Kara climbed up her body, her tits dragging cross every inch of my mom belly and tits. Then she rested on top of her and they kissed passionately, my mom tasting her own pussy juices. They kissed for a long while and my mom panted like she had just run a marathon. Then they both turned towards the camera and gave big smiles and said, "Thanks Crazy Gurlz Crew, we love you!" and they blew kisses to the camera. Chapter 3: Hotel Room Crazy Girls My mom and Kara talked to the guys briefly after that. I wasn't really listening. They had gotten dressed quickly after the video was done and in a few minutes were back outside, stumbling towards the hotel again. I was walking in front of them now. My arms were crossed and I felt like I was going to cry. My feet pounded down on the sidewalk and they hurt. My head was still swimming. I just wanted to be in bed and for it to be the next day. Everything was off. I didn't know what to think of my mother and I didn't know why I felt like I was disgusting, but I did. Kara and my mom were behind me, their clothes looked disheveled and they were giggling and holding onto one another to keep from falling over. They kept talking about all of the things they had done and the looks on the guys faces when they did it. I couldn't take it. I was completely forgotten. I was nearly half a mile ahead of them by the time I got to the hotel room. I didn't get a keycard, so I stood outside the door and waited. I know my face was bright red, trying to hold back the tears. They were smiling and laughing as they made it to the door. My mom gave Kara another little kiss on the cheek and I turned away, embarrassed. Finally, I heard the key card slide into the door and I heard it open. Only after they were inside did I walk in. I immediately went to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and I cried while I peed. I stayed for a long time in the bathroom. I heard them rustling their sheets and everything, getting ready for bed and then I heard it quiet. Only when I was 100% sure that they were asleep, did I leave and go back to the room. I saw that they were both in the bed on the right, so I got into the bed on the left. They were facing apart from each other and my mom was closer to me. It was cold in the room. I quickly stripped down to my bra and panties and put on a pair of pajama pants. I didn't bother with a shirt, I just climbed into the bed, pulled up the blankets and turned over and lay on my right side, facing away from the other bed. I lay there for a second and then I looked down and saw the stump of my left arm. Suddenly all of the feelings was feeling came to a head. I couldn't hold back any longer. I was not just crying, I was nearly wailing. I was holding my head in my hand and I just kept flailing my left arm. I just wanted it to grow. I wanted to be normal. I wanted my mom not to be embarrassed by me. It was her damn fault anyway. And I wanted her to think I was sexy the way she thought Kara was sexy. I didn't like it, but that is what I wanted. I knew I was being loud, but I didn't care. This trip was something I was looking forward to for weeks. I thought it meant I was a grown up, but it just reinforced all the feelings of inadequacy I had. I cried so hard I shook, my throat felt raw, and I was dizzy. Suddenly I felt an am on my shoulder. I instantly fell silent. I put my left arm under the blanket and I tried to pretend like I was sleeping. The arm was around my shoulder and it was rubbing me gently. I knew then that it must be Kara. My mom didn't really understand how to go about comforting someone. Then the person lay down behind me. She was spooning me now, sort of holding me close in a hug. Suddenly, I smelled her. I mean, it smelled a little like alcohol, but it smelled even more like my mom's perfume. "Mom?" I asked in a voice that sounded more like a frightened little girl's voice that I had expected. She let out a low, tired sigh. "What's wrong with my little girl?" she asked. I was shocked. She would never talk like that. She sounded sweet. "Don't talk to me like that," I said, angrily. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. I felt her tense as I spat those angry words out. "I am sorry," she said, "I am never good at this stuff. I just heard you crying." She started to move away. I used my left arm to hold her back. Maybe she was really trying. "Sorry mom, don't go," I said. I felt her weight shift back down to the bed. One of her arms was on my waist now and the other was gently rubbing the back of my head. I sighed and sort of snuggled back against her, feeling her tits against my back. We just lay there for a while as she tried to comfort me. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong," she said, long after I thought she had settled back into a drunken stupor. "I don't think so," I said. "Okay, but if you change your mind, your mommy is always here," she said. It was so unlike her. She wasn't being cold or demanding. She was letting me do things my way. That made me want to talk to her, so I sort of sighed again and then I did. "Why am I ugly?" I asked and even as the words came out I was crying again. My mother gently shushed me as she held me closer. "Oh baby, don't talk like that! Why would you say that? You are such a pretty girl," she said, her words slurring because she was drunk but she sounded sincere. "You hate me because of my arm," I accused her, burying my face in the pillow. She pulled me back quickly, wrapping me tightly in her arms. "Don't you ever say that. I love you more than anything in the world. You are the most important thing in my life," she said and I was crying again. I could feel her tears on my back. She was crying too! 'Why don't you ever say that? Why do you always talk about how I don't look good and stuff? What is so wrong with me?" "Nothing is wrong with you baby. It is me, nothing is wrong with you," she said, squeezing me so tight I could burst. "What is it?" I asked, "What is wrong with you?" She sighed again. She let go on her squeeze and rubbed my hair again. She put her other hand back on my waist and rubbed my skin softly. I knew she was thinking, so I let her do it. "I...I only really understand one way to show my love. I don't know. You are such a good girl, you are sweet and nice. But I'm not like you. The only way I have ever been able to tell someone I love them is something that won't work. I can only show people I love them physically," she said, she was obviously working hard to get the idea out of her mind. It was complicated. "Why can't you show me love like that?" I asked. Crazy Girls "Baby, I don't think you understand. I was talking about," she said and seemed like she was about to try to mince words and then she shook her head against my back. Her words were slurring worse than before now. I knew she was really drunk. She would never say something this openly. Then she just said it "Sex. I show people I love them with sex. And I also feel sometimes like the only way I know the world loves me is sex. That is all I am really good at it. I only feel like I am loved when I am having sex." "I love you always momma," I said. "I love you always too," she said. "Show me mommy, please I need you to show me you love me," I said. I said the words without even thinking. I just spoke. And then it just happened. The first thing I felt were her lips on the back of my neck. They felt hot and wet and I bent my head forward so she would have more to kiss. She did so, gently touching every part of my neck with her lips, even flicking her tongue against it. Next I felt her right hand slink itself over my shoulder. She was still kissing me as her hand came to rest gently on my belly, her arm lying languidly over my breast. She tickled my bellybutton and I giggled. Then she did something that made me feel whole. With her left hand she gently cupped the stump on my left arm. She swirled her hand around it gently. "Oh baby, you have such a sexy arm," she cooed at me. I didn't know if she really thought that, but she loved me. She pulled my arm up off of my body and smiled, "Do you know what my nickname was in high school?" she asked. "No," I said in a tiny voice, I was so intent on the way she was making me feel, I could barely tell what her words were. "They called me 'Alice the Anaconda,'" she said. And that made me stop. That was the kind of name that a boy with a big dick would have. Why was it my mom's nickname? "Why," I asked. "Boys said I could unhinge my jaw," she said. I didn't have time to think about what she was talking about. She lifted my left arm up to her mouth and gave it a kiss. I looked back over my shoulder to watch what she was doing. She kept rubbing my belly with her other hand, playing with my bellybutton and running her hands over my hip. Now she opened up her mouth and licked my arm. It felt nice. She started to open her mouth wider. I knew my mom had a big mouth, I mean not like she talked a lot, but a physically large mouth. I did too. It was a family trait. But now she stretched her mouth out as wide as she could. Her teeth were so white and the inside of her mouth was so red. She bent her head down now and the rounded end of my arm entered into her mouth. She stretched as wide as she could and started to slide my arm into her mouth like it was a giant dick! I could feel her teeth on it. It felt really good, I can't explain it. Her tongue was swirling around on the bottom of my arm and she was pushing it in as far as she could. It was so big. She only got it like three inches into her mouth before it got too wide for her to push it any farther. But she kept it there, licking for a long time. Finally she pulled it out and kissed it again. "Oh momma," I said as she rubbed my stump again and set it down on my hip. Now she was back behind me kissing my neck again. But her right hand had moved up stomach and was resting on my breast. Her other hand went under my elbow and now she was cupping both of my breasts. Now one had ever touched either of my breasts besides me. They were small and sensitive and she was squeezing them gently through the thick material of my bra. I felt her sliding down my back as she did. I felt her nose against my back and she unhooked my bra with her teeth! She grabbed the bra and threw it in the corner. Her hands were back on my breasts now. My nipples were hard and she was pulling on them, tickling them, and kneading my breasts. I moaned, but tried to be quiet. Kara was sleeping. I turned my head back now and looked into my mother's beautiful dark eyes. She had that same fiery, passionate look I had seen in her eyes earlier, except it was more intense. She wasn't putting on a show now for attention. She wasn't kissing me or Kara to use us. She was loving me. She pressed her lips against mine. I felt her tongue dip into my mouth and I could smell her smell. She moved one hand off my breast and pushed my head into her mouth. I melted into her, moaning into our tongues. Her ministrations on my tit were getting more intense now. I could tell my pussy was soaking wet. Then our kiss broke and her hand came off of my breast. She moved away from me and then pulled me over so I was lying on my back. She straddled me quickly, her long beautiful hair down on my face. I looked down at my breasts. My nipples were like bullets and my breasts looked very small splayed out across my chest. She leaned down and kissed me again, more gently now. Then she slid her head down. She slid one of my nipples into her mouth. I felt her tongue against the bottom of the hard nipple. I moved my hand to brush her hair out of her face and she grabbed my hand and pinned it down. She was sucking on my nipple and it was making beautiful noises. It felt like I was on fire. She took her other hand and quickly worked off my pajama pants. Now I was completely naked in the bed, my hairless pussy being rubbed by my mother's ass as she again straddled me and started to kiss my nipple. She switched nipples after a few seconds. My left arm was still free and I carefully slid it underneath of her tanktop and slid it up off her stomach. She saw what I was doing and quickly flipped the shirt off and threw it in the corner. "Oh baby, do you remember these?" she asked, "You breastfed until you were four. It made my tits look big and you loved it. Want to suck on them again?" "Please mommy, let me suck them," I moaned. She smiled and bent over me. Suddenly her huge breasts with the cute little nipples were hanging so close to my face that I could feet their heat. I stuck out my tongue tentatively. I felt my tongue against the salty hardness of her nipple. "Oh baby," she moaned and leaned in a little bit more. I opened my mouth and took the nipple into my mouth completely. It was warm and tasted so salty and good. I sucked on it hard and she rubbed my mouth gently so I knew to be more careful. I started to lap my tongue against it and I heard my mom moaning and felt her grinding against my leg. She pulled her nipple out of my mouth and quickly stuck the other one into my mouth. I kept licking them, whichever she put into my mouth. "Just do what I say baby," she said, moving back away from me. I looked up at her and she looked like a goddess. "Whatever you say momma," I said. She didn't say anything. She leaned forward and put three fingers into my mouth. I licked them gently and she giggled. Then she patted my tongue down with her fingers. Before I knew what was happening, her fingers were deep in my throat. I felt myself gagging and my eyes were watering. Then I felt a large amount of saliva form in my throat. My mom spun her fingers around in my mouth and she pulled them out palm up. There as a big pool of my thick, stick spit. My mom smiled at me because I was looking at her with a confused face. "I wanted to taste more of you," she explained and then sucked the spit off of her hand, putting it in so I could see long strings of spit and it glistened on her chin. It was...gross and sexy at the same time. It made me so hot. I wanted to taste her spit. It seemed she read my mind because soon she dipped the same fingers into her own throat, gagged and brought out a big wad of sticky spit. She fed it into my mouth, tipping her hand and letting it slide gently down into my mouth. I let it pool there, tasting its salty sweet flavor and letting it swish on my tongue. While I was focused on this my mom was sliding down my body. She kissed my little tits and my flat stomach as she went. Soon she was kissing my pudenda. I spread my legs as her fingers moved away from my mouth and soon she was just inches away from my pussy with her hands on my legs. I bit my lower lip and looked down at her. She was looking up at me, batting her long pretty eyelashes. Then I saw her mouth wrap over the top of my pussy. The feeling was so incredibly intense. It was so much stronger than when I masturbated. I was just looking at her pretty face as it latched onto the top of my pussy. I felt her tongue against my clit. She lay it against me, hot, fat and wet. She stroked it gently and my entire world was spinning. My legs flailed and my right had vigorously rubbed my nipples. My mom held me down, keeping her tongue softly on my pussy. I felt her tongue occasionally dip into my. Then one of her hands moved off my leg. I didn't know where it was and suddenly I felt a gentle pressure on my asshole. I jumped a bit at first and my mom giggled around my pussy and she used her other hand to stroke my stomach, letting me know everything was okay. I felt the pressure increase on my asshole. But at the same time, my mom's tongue was flicking ever more powerfully against my clit. I was rubbing my cunt hard into her face and the end result was that I was also driving her middle finger harder and harder against my asshole. Suddenly I felt it pop in. The discomfort immediately dissipated and suddenly it was adding to the feeling in my pussy. My mom's hot red tongue was dancing across my clit and at the same time her finger was gently massaging the inside of my asshole. A feeling started to well inside of me. It was somewhat familiar but somehow different. I could feel the orgasm building inside me and knew it was coming. From all the masturbation I had done, I had no doubt about what it would feel like. But this was a thousand times more powerful. It built more slowly and I don't think I realized I was already cumming until it suddenly reached a powerful crescendo. My entire body felt like it was electric and I was shaking wildy. My mom pumped her finger harder into my ass and kept her beautiful mouth stuck to my clit. Suddenly I felt a powerful realize and I looked down in time to see a mouthful of liquid cum shoot out of my pussy and into my mother's face and hair. I was screaming now. Screaming "Mommy, mommy, mommy," over and over against while I gasped for air and then suddenly I was so incredibly tired. I collapsed on the bed. My mother gently unattached herself from my pussy. Then she slipped her finger out of my asshole. I was staring at her, dreamy-eyed, as she got up on her knees. She unzipped her skirt and threw it to the side so I was again looking at her gorgeous bare pussy. Then she took her finger, the one that had been buried up to the last knuckle in my asshole, and popped it into her mouth. She sucked on it like it was the tastiest thing she had ever experienced, closing her eyes and rubbing her tits while she did so. It was so hot. I didn't have a lot of time to think about it though. Soon she was crawling up my body, staring me in the eyes. She had that shark look in her eyes, but now I liked it. She kissed me passionately. Both of her arms were on either side of me, rubbing my breasts as she did so. I could taste my pussy and my asshole on her breath along with the alcohol. I can't describe what it felt like. "Oh Baby, you are so sexy," she said. Then she suddenly spun around. Her feet were over my head and her face was again down by my pussy. I was suddenly staring at her pussy and asshole. Her pussy lips looked tight and small and they were very pink. Her clit looked bigger than mine and it was hard. I could smell her too. It was such a primal and delicious smell. Then I felt her tongue against my pussy again. I felt her sink down, her tits on my stomach and her pussy closer than ever to my face. Now I stuck my own tongue out and tasted her. Her clit was hard and delicious. I can't describe the flavor, except that it was salty and savory and the instant I tasted it I wanted more. She was dripping on my chin and I could hear and feel her moaning in my pussy as I licked hers. The reciprocal feeling that was working in that situation was unbearable. The more she licked me, the more I needed to lick her. My pussy was soaking wet and I couldn't help but yelp into my mom's pussy. Then I was struck by an idea. I took my left arm and moved it against my face. I knew I couldn't put it in, but... I started to press my stump against my mother's asshole as I licked her pussy. I felt her shake, but she pushed back against it. I felt my stump pressing against her asshole and she was moaning. We couldn't last very long. She was so wet and I was so horny. I felt her shaking first. She screamed out my name, "Oh Taylor, my pretty baby oh God!" she yelled at the top of her lungs and pushed back hard against me. Suddenly, my mouth was full of her hot juices, and I swallowed them down as she shook on top of me. For a few moments I kept lapping wildly at her pussy, then I felt the felt myself cumming as well. It was almost as powerful as before. I couldn't believe it. The waves rushed through me and I kept saying "mommy" in a breathy, helpless voice. I collapsed and I felt my mother's weight against me. We lay that way for a long while. Eventually she pulled herself off of my and body and climbed next to me on the bed. She pulled the covers up and put her arm around my shoulder. I looked up at her and we kissed deeply and slowly. I rested my head on her breast and she played with my hair. "I am sorry," she said. "Why?" "I am not a very good mother," she said. I looked up at her and I saw a sincere tear in her eye. I kissed the tear away and kissed her lips. "I love my mommy," I said in response. "And your mommy really loves you," she responded. I felt her hand on me know, spreading my legs. I felt her fingers against my pudenda. I followed her lead. I spread her legs open. I felt her clit against my fingers. I felt her running her fingers gently up and down my little slit and I moaned as she did it. I followed her lead. Then, when I felt her squirming, I gently pushed my finger into her hot box. She pushed her body against me and then followed my lead, pushing her finger into my cunt. I looked and her and we began to kiss. We passionately made out, just me and my mom and gently fingered on another. It took a little longer than before, but our fingers massaged or insides, making us feel amazing. She was so tight, hot, wet, and it felt so exotic inside of her. We both came within seconds of one another and fell asleep with our fingers inside each other. Occasionally my mom or I would wake up in a half drunken stupor in the night. We would suck each other's nipples, kiss each other's lips, and finger each other's pussies, even if only one of us was awake. It was a very strange night. I can't really describe the rest of it. But I awoke the next morning and my mom was holding me and she I felt perfect. Epilogue "Come on you two!" Kara screamed back into the hotel room. She didn't feel any worse for the wear and seemed to be pretending like video night with my mom had never happened. Even better she didn't seem to have seen or at least remembered anything between my mom and I the night before. My mom had monstrous hangover and Kara had been sweet enough to pack up the car for us. Mom and I had quickly gotten dressed when she was carrying out suitcases. We didn't say anything, we just smiled at each other. There was a warmth there that was missing before. For the first time in my life, the first three thoughts in my head in the morning weren't about my arm and my other deficiencies. "We are on our way out," My mom screamed and then she held her head. She walked over to me and looked like she was going to say something. I looked into her beautiful eyes. She just grinned again and shrugged her shoulders and I giggled. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, then we ran out to the car. We sat in silence for a long time on the way back. We were all thinking. I was wondering what was going to happen next. My life was completely out of whack and I really, really like it. I was in love and I loved my momma and I finally knew that she loved me. Then, suddenly, Kara spoke up. "So..." she said, "You guys sure were noisy last night. When do I get to play?" My mom and I stared at one another. Things were going to get crazier. But that is a different story. The End Hope you all enjoy this one as well. It isn't my best story, but I hope you liked it anyway. Please comment, I really like to know what you think.