34 comments/ 180475 views/ 82 favorites Motherfaker By: Littlemissblair This story is protected by copyright and may not be copied or reproduced without the explicit approval of the author. * I peered thru the window at my daughter Megan and her friend Rachel as they strenuously practiced their cheerleading routines in the back yard. I was envious of their innocence, their youthful energy. It only seemed to magnify the despair and depression I was experiencing. I thought of my own teenage years, a time when I radiated a girlish mystery, when my popularity with the boys had nothing to do with my mind. I realized I had no rational reason for being unhappy. I was leading the good life...a handsome husband who was an excellent provider, a loving, beautiful daughter, and the home of my dreams. My husband and I belonged to all the best clubs and socialized with all the right people. Yet, my life seemed out of whack, and keeping up appearances was becoming increasingly difficult by the day. I detested my daily routine of being a housewife and mother. I was only thirty eight years old, the prime of my life. But I had no purpose...no reason to get out of bed every morning. Even Megan, now eighteen, only needed me to feed her and wash her clothes. "MOM, DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING FOR LUNCH?" My daughter's voice startled me out of the lethargic state I was in. I opened the sliding glass door, trying to appear normal. "I have tuna sandwiches. Is that okay?" "Yeah, that's alright...and some potato chips too." As I prepared their lunch, they came barging in, giggling and whispering, no doubt about boys. After all, some things never change...that's what being pretty cheerleaders was all about. They sat at the kitchen table like prima donna's, waiting for me to wait on them. I put on my best face, forcing myself to act motherly...to be what they expected of me. "I like what you've done with your hair, Rachel," I said." I love the way it frames your face." "Thanks Mrs Jordan. It was mom's idea. She's pretty good about visualizing things like that, you know being an artist and all." "How is your mom?" I asked. "I haven't seen her in a while. How come she doesn't play tennis any more?" "She's really wrapped up in all that arty stuff, Rachel sighed. You know, sculpting, painting. This week she's giving art classes at the Boys and Girls club downtown. You know, for the inner city kids." "That's nice," I said. Actually, I didn't really give a damn. I had to admit, though, the woman knew how to keep herself active. My idea of busy was keeping myself attractive, shopping for the latest styles. I was vain and I knew it. As I stood across the kitchen listening to them giggle, I thought how unfair it was we all had to lose our innocence at some point in our life. I suddenly had a curious urge. While looking over at Rachel, I had this strange impulse to smell Rachel's curly blonde hair! It was a bizarre impulse, to say the least. Especially when it felt erotic. I hadn't had sexual feelings for sometime, and never towards another female. But more disturbing, I had known Rachel since she was six years old! Rachel had always had an effervescent personality. It was hard not to notice her. But she was like a second daughter to me, and that made this sudden attraction all the more puzzling. I wondered...could itbe some kind of side effect from the drugs I was taking for my depression? "How were the sandwiches?" I asked, trying to regained my composure. "How about you, Rachel...do you want another sandwich. I have cookies too."" "No, no more for me Mrs J. But I'll have a glass of water." I tried not to be obvious, eyeing her as she pranced over to the kitchen sink, her tight round butt arousing me. I was both frightened and excited...and shocked. I was so ashamed...a strange emotion for me. I didn't recognize it at first, but my depression seemed to disappear. Feeling shameful was almost therapeutic, in fact, it was euphoric. My parents taught me to have a strong, moral compass...and as I ogled Rachel, those moral alarms were going off in my head. I ignored them. I liked the absence of my despair. My daughter's best friend...so cute in her short, skimpy outfit, her petite body perfectly proportioned, her curly blonde hair cascading around her angelic face. And those lips...those full, pouty blow job lips. When Megan suggested they continue their practicing, I was relieved. Teenagers can sometimes have a sixth sense about unwelcome vibes. But, just as quickly as they returned to the back yard, just as quickly I was at the window, watching, like a young school girl trying to get a glimpse of her favorite rock star. I desperately wanted to maintain my euphoria, if only for an hour or so. As illogical as it seemed, I had accidentally discovered something that short circuited my depression. How could I dismiss it, however short lived it might be. Even ugly thoughts were acceptable if it rid me of the painful darkness in my mind. I knelt on the sofa, never removing my eyes from Rachel. The first thing I noticed was the outline of her breasts as they strained against the thin, tight T-shirt. I barely understood the dynamics of a same sex fantasy, but I understood feeling alive. It was a sick little game I was playing, but it was MY mind...and I wasn't actually hurting anyone. Justification comes easy to someone as desperate me. As I continued spying, another cheerleader friend of Megan's strolled thru the back gate. Now I had two girls to leer at. Annie was quiet, sultry, the complete opposite of Rachel. But what a curvaceous body...petite, like Rachel, but much more developed. As they continued practicing their routines, I was getting a generous view of their tanned thighs, even a glimpse of Annie's white cotton panties. It was exciting, feeling something other than despair. I felt bold, bold enough to slip my hand up under my skirt and gingerly touch my mound. I was wet, actually juicy wet. I remained glued to the window, rapidly becoming consumed by lust. It felt so naughty, touching myself...my fingers slipping under my panties in search of my clit. Fumbling at first...like riding a bicycle, the art of masturbating came back to me. The girls, apparently tired from their workout, moved to a blanket Megan had spread out on the ground. When Rachel sat down, her short skirt allowed a clear look right up to her crotch! Her white panties, stretched thin, were pulled up in the crack of her small, virgin slit. My fingering became rhythmic, my heart pounding, my breathing erratic. I was close to an orgasm... As the first gush coated my fingers, I panted for air, my body in a full blown spasm. The pleasure...so much pleasure. "MOM...what are you doing. My god...are you...that is so sick" My daughter...staring at me...and I couldn't stop! Not with all that pleasure gushing out of me... Our eyes locked, yet I continued the assault on my pussy. I couldn't stop...and Megan watching me seemed to excite me all the more! As one orgasm waned, another began! I should have been devastated, Megan watching me masturbate. But her presence seemed to enhance my orgasm's intensity, especially when I read the disgust on her face. It had been exhilarating. Even as my orgasm ebbed, my body continued to quiver. I withdrew my hand from under my skirt, fingers dripping with cream. .Megan stared in disbelief. I realized the precarious position I was in. I held my hand in front of me, trying not to drip on to the couch. I was suddenly tired, and it was all I could do not collapse on the couch. "Let...let me explain, honey," I pleaded. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to see this. I know it looks terrible...It's just that...uh....I've never done anything like this before. I've been feeling so down...I was just trying to feel better. You understand, don't you? "Were you watching us, mom? You were weren't you. I thought you were acting funny earlier. You're like so sick, watching my friends. Are you like queer for Rachel or something?" There was no explanation she would ever understand. And I couldn't blame her. Maybe I was sick... "It's Rachel isn't it mom," she cried out. "Your hair looks so nice, Rachel, Do you want another sandwich, Rachel. I have cookies, Rachel." She ran from the room. I couldn't go after her, not in my condition. I stood there in my own sweat, cum juice dripping from my fingers. Being less in my daughter's eyes was devastating. I felt numb, stumbling to the bathroom to clean myself up. As I washed my hands I began to cry...sobbing...the "distraught beyond hope" kind of crying. After a half hour of beating myself up, I finally ventured out of the bathroom. I didn't see Megan anywhere. I went to the window. There they were, all three girls, still practicing their routine. And Megan....Megan was laughing, keeping up appearances, just like anyone in our circle of friends would do. Whatever it required, we protect our reputation. I was actually relieved....she could have easily collapsed. My unforgivable conduct had to be killing her. Her laughter, out in the yard with her friends, almost sounded genuine. I calmed a bit, even though I knew the problem wasn't over. I knew I would have to face her as soon as her friends went home. Thank god her dad was out of town on business. Maybe, just maybe, I would be able to resolve this without him being involved. On the other hand, maybe it was just the thing to turn him on! Nothing else seemed to work on him for the last six months. As dinner time approached, the three girls were still out in the yard. Rachel and Annie rarely stayed this late. Suddenly, they came bursting through the door. "Mom, I'm going to spend the night with Rachel, okay?" Without waiting for approval, she ran up the stairs to pack a change of clothes. She had the upper hand for the moment and was using it. My fear...was my own daughter too disgusted to be alone with me? She returned, bag in hand. "Are you girls all hot and sweaty, like me?" she asked snidely. "I'll sure be glad to take a shower tonight...a nice "private shower." She glanced over at me...her icy eyes piercing my heart. My own daughter, cleverly insinuating I was a pervert...someone who couldn't be trusted. Once they were gone, the silence was welcome. I knew it was going to be difficult to repair my relationship with my daughter. But, for now, I was glad she was out of the house. It gave me time to reflect on everything that was happening to me.... Megan returned home the following afternoon. I was upstairs in the master bedroom shaving my legs. I knew it was her...who else would slam the front door and stomp up the stairs. This was her way of letting me know she was still upset with me...typical teenager behaviour. I had no idea how to repair our relationship. What I did was terrible and I couldn't defend it. Doing nothing was cowardly...but trying to explain myself could worsen the situation. I decided to do nothing. I made a simple dinner for both of us. If she were hungry I wanted to be prepared to feed her. Before I could call her down for dinner, she suddenly appeared in the doorway, a scowl on her face. "Did you have a nice weekend at Rachel's?" I asked, trying to break the ice. "Well, let's see," she answered sarcastically. "First, you...you nearly embarrass me in front of my friends. Then, as I slept at my best friend's home, she tried to feel me up. Now how nice of a weekend would you say I had?" I could not have been more stunned. "What...what are you talking about?" my voice quivering. "What part of feeling me up didn't you understand, mother. The little bitch tried to kiss me and feel my breast. She's a damn queer." What she was saying was hard to believe. Was it possible? "Well, what do you think mom?" she asked, still being sarcastic. "Is this crazy or what? Your little girlfriend is just like....." She didn't finish the sentence. "She's just like what Megan? Like me. That's what you were going to say, isn't it? I'll tell you right now, young lady. You have no right to judge me...and for you to think your own mother is a lesbian is...is ludicrous." "Well, what should I think mother?" Her tone now had an element of sad frustration. I felt so bad...so sorry for her. It was like a part of her innocence had been plucked away. "Are you absolutely sure of this Megan?" I said calmly. "I mean, I can hardly believe Rachel would....." "I am so sure mother. I know when someone is trying to touch me where they shouldn't. And the kiss...I mean, how could I be mistaken when someone tries to stick their tongue in my mouth.." I still wasn't totally convinced but our conversation was making me hot. "She did this while you were asleep?" I asked. "Did her touching awake you?" "Yes mom...when she touched my private parts I woke up. I pushed her away and called her a pervert. Then I went down the hallway to their guest bedroom and locked the door." "Did she try to explain?" I asked in disbelief. "She must have said something." "Nope, she never said a word...and she didn't apologize either. She's a such a creepy pervert...I hate her." Megan and Rachel had been friends since they were five years old. I didn't understand how Megan could dismiss their friendship so easily. "You should hear yourself, honey. You've known Rachel since kindergarten. She's your best friend. You can't shut her out just like that. If she did do what you're accusing her of, she owes you an explanation. And you...you have to listen. Throwing away a long and close friendship is pretty immature." I could hardly believe I admonished her so severely, considering I was on the weak side of our current relationship. But, I was still her mother and I felt responsible to give her the best guidance possible. The scowl disappeared from her face. She looked like my beautiful little girl again. "Well, I'm not going to talk to her tonight," she said with a hint of defiance. "Maybe tomorrow after school. No, after cheerleading practice." "I think that's a good thing," I said proudly. "I'm sure you two can work this out...you've been friends way too long." I felt proud of myself. I gave her sound advice and she listened. Maybe things weren't as bad between us as I thought. " I don't want to cloud up your situation," I said, "but are we going to talk about yesterday? You know I'm sorry you had to see what I was doing, but....well, it happened. I can't take it back. I'm human....." "Let's leave it at that, mother. If you're going to do it, do it in your bedroom...not in the living room. I'm not going to mention it to dad either. I never told you but I caught dad doing the same thing in the garage a couple of years ago." After revealing her father's indiscretion, she went up to her room, leaving me sitting alone in dumb silence. I was totally unaware of the incident with her dad. No wonder she was so upset with me. At least she didn't act like she hated me...disliked, maybe...and certainly disappointed in both of her parents . My thoughts turned to Rachel. Was it possible she really liked girls or was Megan overreacting because of me. It had been a strange two days. One thing was certain...I had been shocked out of my doldrums and life was interesting again. I thought about what Megan had said. "If you're going to do it, do it in your room." I thought about Rachel as I climbed the stairs to do as I was told. When Megan arrived home from school the following afternoon, I was naturally curious about how her talk with Rachel turned out. She didn't volunteer to tell me, so I asked. "Is everything okay between you and Rachel now?" I asked calmly. "Did you have a talk with her?" "Everything's cool," she said. "She apologized to me." "Did she give you any explanation? She must have said something." "Just drop it mom. Everything is cool between us, okay. Just a misunderstanding. I don't want to talk about it any more." I didn't like her being secretive with me but I wasn't comfortable pushing the subject. After dinner she reminded me of her cheerleading schedule. Friday was her season opening football game. "Mrs Conners changed our plans for Friday night," she said as a matter of fact. "Mrs Conners?" I asked with a blank look on my face. "My god, mom. See how much you pay attention to my life. Mrs Conners is the teacher who's in charge of the cheerleaders. She told us today that since the game was in Rockville, we would be getting back really late. You know, like one or two in the morning" "So...what's changed," I asked. "You said she changed the plans...what's changed?" "We're going to spend the night at her place so the parents don't have to get up at two in the morning to pick us up. You can pick me up Saturday morning at her apartment....you know,..the new complex off of Forest Blvd." "Hmmm...I have a tennis match Saturday morning, I guess I could cancel it." "That's okay," she said. "Rachel's mom will give me a ride home. Don't worry about it." "I should be home by three in the afternoon," I said. "I'm really sorry Megan..." "No no...I said don't worry about it. It's alright. Rachel's mom won't mind." We ate dinner in silence. My once talkative daughter didn't have any more to say. I fought the familiar depression coming over me again. I dreaded it. Friday night, while Megan was away at her game, my husband called from California. I detected an excitement in his voice when he told me he was going to be away another three weeks. I didn't have the heart to tell him I didn't miss him. It was the first time I really admitted to myself that our marriage may be in trouble. Obviously, talking long distance was not the time to bring it up. No sooner had I hung up the phone, Barbara, my best friend and tennis partner, called. She informed me our scheduled tennis match was cancelled. I didn't care...my heart wasn't in it anyway. We talked awhile about nothing until I made up a flimsy excuse to get her off the phone. I poured myself a large glass of wine and settled back to watch a movie. I didn't go to bed until after midnight. Saturday morning...I was awakened by voices outside my door. I looked at the clock...it was ten thirty. It was Megan and Rachel going to Megan's room down the hall. I continued lying in bed, drowsy, half asleep. I heard their voices again, returning downstairs. My bedroom door opens onto a landing overlooking the living room. When I opened the door I could clearly hear them talking. My intention was to let Megan know my tennis match had been cancelled. I was sure she was unaware I was home. Curiously, I paused a moment, listening in on their conversation. "I couldn't believe it when she kissed me," I heard my daughter say. I thought my ears were deceiving me. Did she say a she kissed her? Did my daughter say a female kissed her! I quickly became fully awake. Something happened last night...I had to know what it was. This was my daughter. "See, now aren't you glad you listened to me?" Rachel gushed excitedly. "Didn't I tell you it would be cool. I told you those two are like horny all the time." "Yeah, it was cool," my Megan cooed, "But they're not any more horny than you. You're such a slut..." "You're a slut now too," Rachel giggled. Did they think this was funny? It was a parents worst nightmare. What the hell was wrong with them? "You know, she kissed me too," Rachel said. "In the van...on the way to the game. I was sitting way in the back with her. She has the longest tongue.... I was like wondering what else she wanted to do to me. But, I guess you found out didn't you. Did she like stick it all the way up in you?" "Did she ever," I heard my little girl say. "She like licked me and everything...but when she sucked on my pussy, I thought I was going to like pass out. She made me cum like five times. It was really weird, though, when she licked my butt...I like couldn't believe it. At first I thought it was so nasty...but then...when she got off on it...when she stuck her tongue in my hole back there, I like cum again...and so did she. I could hear her moaning...and her body was like quivering all over the place." Motherfaker I stood motionless...absolutely numb. My brain refused to function...I couldn't process their conversation fast enough.. This was my little girl! What the hell was happening to her....to them. I wanted to run downstairs and shake her...demand an explanation...tell me who this perverted person was who was doing these sick things to her. Instead, I stood there silently...waiting...eavesdropped for every last morsel of vile and disgusting information. "Mrs D did the same thing to me," Rachel said. "She even wanted me to like talk dirty to her. And I was like you...I thought I would like never stop cumming." Mrs D? Who the hell was Mrs D. It certainly wasn't one of the other cheerleaders...girls their own age. They were talking about adults doing these things to them! I didn't know if I could listen to this any more. How could this be happening? Was this some kind of retribution for what Megan caught me doing last week? "You know what else," Megan said, her voice quivering. "I have a secret I've been dying to tell you. It is so bad...I'm like embarrassed to tell you." "What is it...tell me?" Rachel asked excitedly. "Come on, tell me. Remember, we promised...no secrets. You gotta tell me." "I know someone who like really wants to do you," Megan said teasingly. "You could never guess who." Oh my god! No...no Megan, I silently screamed. Don't say your mother....please...don't say me..... "Who?" Rachel asked excitedly. "Don't say some boy Megan...I'm like so not interested. Who is it...stop teasing and say who it is..." "My mom." Heather said barely audible. I never experienced such absolute shame as I did at that moment. How could my own daughter do this to me? "You're like kidding, right," Rachel said excitedly "Your mother? I don't believe it. Your mom is like so straight, man. You're making this up, right. No way she told you this." "No, no....she didn't tell me," Megan answered eagerly. "Remember...last week...me, you and Annie...we were practicing in the back yard. Remember, I went into the house to go to the bathroom. Well, that's when I caught her. She was watching you out of the window and she was like fingering herself. I mean, I almost shit when I saw her. When she cum she could hardly breathe...I mean, like her whole body was shaking like a leaf." "OH WOW," Rachel screamed. "Really? God, your mom is like sooo bad. You know, I alway thought she was sexy, even sexier than Mrs D. You mean you think she'd like go down on me? Christ....this is like so wild." I fell to my knees on the carpeted floor. I was totally humiliated. I couldn't believe my daughter would embarrass me like this. I was consumed with dread...my life was over. How could I ever live this down. Everyone would find out now! How would I be able to face my friends....I couldn't.....I wouldn't! "Damn, Rachel, what are you doing?" My ears pricked up again. It became too quiet. I crawled over to the cast iron railing and peered down into the living room. Rachel was kissing Megan, her hand up under my daughter's skirt. "Oh god, Rachel. I don't know...you're making me all wet." Rachel's mouth returned to Megan's lips....I could see their tongues intertwine...hear my daughter moaning in apparent pleasure. "Where are your panties?" Rachel asked teasingly. "Miss C kept them," Megan moaned. "When I left her room this morning she was sniffing them...she's a real pervert. Mmmmmmmmm, you smell so good, Rach." "You wanna smell my panties Megan?" Rachel whispered. "Only if they're dirty," Megan giggled. Without removing her hand from under my daughter's skirt. Rachel, using one hand, somehow managed to remove her white cotton panties. My daughter snatched them, spreading the crotch over her nose and mouth. I could smell myself. I fumbled up under my nightie, my own panties soaking wet. Touching my slit, I shuddered. I was going out of my mind... "I bet my mom would like to smell your panties too?" Megan said breathlessly. I couldn't listen or watch anymore. I crawled back to my bedroom, closing the door. Once inside, I lay back on the plush carpet, legs spread, fingering myself to a massive orgasm. There was such an ache in my cunt...an ache to cum again, and again. I clawed at my pussy, trying to maintain the pleasure gushing through me...through my pussy...onto the floor. I nearly blacked out. When I finally regained my bearings, I realized my daughter and her best friend were still downstairs doing terrible things to each other...and in my living room! I arose from the floor and quickly dressed. There wasn't time to shower. I hurriedly brushed my hair and applied lipstick. I had to be careful. I didn't want Megan to think I overheard them talking. She would really despise me...probably accuse me of spying on her. I opened my door quietly and went directly to Megan's bedroom. I rapped on her door loud enough for them to hear me from downstairs. "Megan...MEGAN, Are you in there?" I said loud enough for them to hear. I wanted her to think I just woke up and was checking to see if she had arrived home yet. I could hear both of them whispering excitedly, obviously trying to make themselves presentable. "MOM, WE'RE DOWN HERE," Megan shouted up to me. I walked to the landing overlooking the living room. "Oh, you are home," I said, acting relieved. "Good. I just woke up...I guess I didn't hear you come in. So how was your game last night? Did you girls have a good time?" It was all I could do to maintain my composure. She answered as I descended the stairs. "Yeah, it was alright. The ride in the van was like sooo long. By the way, why are you here? I thought you were supposed to play tennis." "It was cancelled, honey. Barbara couldn't make it. You know her...undependable, as usual. That's okay though. I didn't feel like playing anyway. Are you girls hungry? Do you want me to make you breakfast?" I could see the ruse worked. Their demeanor became relaxed, assured I hadn't heard anything. "No, we already ate," Megan said. "Rachel's mother bought us breakfast at Denny's on the way over here." "So....what are you girls doing today? Any plans?" I forced myself to look directly at Rachel, knowing she was thinking I wanted to have sex with her. I felt flush...warm. I tried to act adult...parental. I wanted them to re-think their opinion of me. "No, not really mom. Just hanging out...you know, maybe get a video for tonight. Oh, I almost forgot. Is it alright for Rachel to stay over tonight?" "You know you don't have to ask me that?" I said. "Rachel, you know you're always welcome here. By the way, I'm going shopping at the Greatland Mall this afternoon. You girls are welcome to come along if you like. At least it would get you out of the house for awhile." "Yeah, okay," Megan said. I went into the kitchen, my hands trembling as I tried to make coffee. I could hear them giggling as they went up the stairs to Megan's room. I couldn't help but think they were talking about me. It was demeaning. I couldn't get the image of them kissing and fingering each other, out of my head. It was all I could do not to finger myself again. I wasn't thinking straight and I knew it. Something more sinister was going on with my daughter and I had to get to the bottom of it. The phone rang. "Jordan residence," I answered. "Hey, Jesse...it's me....Kelly. Listen, is Megan home? I need for her to babysit a couple of hours." Megan regularly babysat for the Thompson's. "Hold on Kelly...I'll get her." Going to the bottom of the stairs, I yelled; "MEGAN, MRS THOMPSON IS ON THE PHONE FOR YOU." "OKAY," she yelled back to me. Five minutes later both girls joined me in the kitchen. "I can't believe that woman wants me to babysit on a Saturday," Megan said dejectedly. "For how long?" I asked. "Just a couple of hours?" "No...six hours. Noon till six. It like kills my whole afternoon." "Yeah, but she said she would give you like fifty dollars," Rachel chimed in. "You can't turn that down." "I know...I know," Megan moaned. "You're going with me, right?" Megan said, looking pleadingly at Rachel. "Uhh...no, I don't think so," Rachel said. I'm not hanging around three screaming kids on a Saturday afternoon. No, I think maybe I'll go to the mall with your mother. That's if it's alright with you, Mrs J?" "Uh...sure, that's...that's fine," I said nervously. I could feel a knot in my stomach beginning to form. Alone, with Rachel. It frightened me but there was no way out of it. They looked at each other and giggled, as if aware of my discomfort. I knew exactly what they were thinking...that I would get all hot and bothered, being alone with Rachel. I was determined to show them they were wrong. It was a chance to change their opinion about me. Megan needed to know I was her mother, not some kind of pervert. This thing going on between us had to stop...and stop now. "Come outside with me," Megan said to Rachel. "You can keep me company till Mrs Thompson gets here. Alone for the moment, I tried to resolve in my mind everything the girls revealed in their conversation earlier. Obviously, something nasty was going on with Megan and the cheerleader team. It was hard for me to comprehend...Megan allowing some adult woman to sexually abuse her. She just wasn't like that! And why would she go along with it willingly? Was Rachel a bad influence? What was I going to do about it...especially since I got the information while eavesdropping. First things first, though. I had to make it through the day with Rachel. I thought I knew her. Apparently she wasn't the wholesome young girl I thought her to be. With her involvement with other adult women, she certainly wouldn't give a second thought to putting me to the test, especially after what Megan told her about me. She would probably think she had the upper hand. I knew I had to be firm, adult like, and on my best behavior. It sickened me to think some female teachers had initiated my daughter into their sick sex games. They were committing a crime! And only god knows how much psychological damage they had done to her. One thing was sure...I couldn't allow it to continue. I didn't understand how the school district could hire these goddamn sicko's...... Rachel returned to the kitchen. "Megan just left," she said. It's just you and me Mrs J." "Okay then," I said. "Why don't you relax while I go upstairs and get ready. I won't be long. Okay?" "Sure Mrs J. Take your time...we have all afternoon." In the bedroom I peeled off my sticky panties. I couldn't believe the mess an orgasm could create between my legs. Standing in the shower, I let the hot water cascade over my body. I felt filthy...but it was my mind that was dirty. A shower wasn't going to cleanse that for me. I thought it so unfair that fate had put me in this position. A week ago all of this would have been incomprehensible to me. After dressing, I posed in front of the mirror. I looked sexy. I thought about changing...dressing down, but decided against it. I admire my long legs, the swaying of my heavy breast. Would Rachel notice I was braless. Christ, how could she not. I was as sick as those goddamn teachers... As young as Rachel was, she realized a well placed compliment could go a long way in removing barriers. As I descended the stairs she heaped on the praise. "Wow, Mrs J. You look so cool. You're like so pretty...sexy too. I hope I look just like you when I get old...uh, not old...you know, when I grow up." And with that we proceeded to my car. Little Rachel...if she knew my eyes were watching her every move...her tight little ass...her tight, sweaty little ass. I silently prayed for the strength to make it through the day...to contain my sick desires only in my head. The twelve mile ride to the mall was tense...at least it was for me. It was difficult to concentrate with Rachel sitting next to me, showing an ample amount of thigh. Once inside the mall I relaxed a bit. Shopping always had a calming effect on me. I could spend hours in an upscale women's clothing store, especially when they had their new, seasonal fashions on display. After a few hours browsing, Rachel tired of looking at women's clothes, preferring the teen shop upstairs. Eventually I grew bored and went searching for Rachel. I shouldn't have been surprised, finding her in the lingerie section, fondling a pair of bright yellow thongs. "Look at these Mrs J," she said excitedly. What do you think...wouldn't I look sexy in these"? "You're a little young to be wearing something like that," I said. "And I'm guessing your mother doesn't allow you wear them, does she? I don't allow Megan to wear them either." "If it was left it up to my mom, I'd be wearing bloomers," she cracked. "But, believe me, she'll change her mind in time." I had no idea what she was talking about and didn't care. I was envisioning her in those bright yellow panties, crotch all squished up in betwen her pinkish slit. She looked at me with those full, pouty lips. "Wouldn't I look absolutely luscious in these. I'd love to model them for you." She was openly baiting me, painting an image for my benefit. If she only knew..... "Did you know I turned eighteen last month, Mrs J. I love birthdays, don't you?" Her hint was anything but subtle. "What would your mother think of me if I bought those for you, Rachel? She'd be totally upset with me. You know she would." "She'd never see them. Really. She never comes in my room. She hasn't been in my room in like...like forever. And, even if she did find them, I'd never tell her you bought them for me." She thought she was charming me. I just wanted her to think I was cool. "I shouldn't be doing this, young lady." And your mother better never hear about this. You can pick out five pair." Her arms encircled my neck, hugging me tightly. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples poking against the lower part of my breast. And she smelled so good... She whispered in my ear: "Thanks...thanks a lot Mrs J. You are so sweet." And then she kissed me. Not a prolonged kiss, but a kiss nevertheless. And right on my lips Her tongue, flicking out, penetrated my lips. It was brief...but anyone noticing would surely think us affectionate mother and daughter. "How about Megan Mrs J. She loves these panties too. Do you want me to select five pairs for her also?" I had totally forgotten about about my own daughter. Talk about painting one's self in the corner! "Yeah..okay," I said reluctantly. "Pick out five pair for her too. I must be crazy for letting you talk me into this." "She'll love them Mrs J...you're so cool. I wish my mother was more like you." She was playing me and I knew it...but...but she said I was cool. But she wasn't through. Before we left the store, she had me eating out of her hand. I purchased two complete outfits for her and Megan...both far to skimpy to wear to school. As we were leaving the mall, we stopped in at my favorite coffee shop. They made the most delicious Latte's. Rachel was familiar with the place. Apparently it t was her mother's favorite coffee place also. As we sat at the table, Rachel pointed out one of the waitresses. "See that really pretty girl over there Mrs J. She was a cheerleader at our school two years ago. See who she's talking to, the pretty blonde woman with the big breast. Do you see who I'm talking about?" "Yes, I see...what about them?'" "Well, they're like girlfriend girlfriend, if you know what I mean." "Yes, I catch your drift Rachel. So, what about it?" "Nothing...I didn't know if you ever...you know, ever seen two girls together like..." "I don't live in a cave Rachel. I do know a thing or two." "Did you ever wonder how....how they do it?" she whispered across table. "I'm not sure we should be talking about this, Rachel. But out of curiosity, what do you think they do?" She giggled. I smiled. We both knew what was going on...and I was sure I was winning. We arrived back home around 5:00 pm, an hour before Megan would return from he babysitting. So far, so good. I hadn't done anything to embarrass myself yet. I suggested to Rachel she might want to go up to Megan's room and hang out till Megan returned. She bound up the stairs, her packages in tow. I was relieved...out of sight, out of mind. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, relaxing, reading Cosmopolitan, when I heard a door open and close upstairs. I casually glanced in the direction of the stairs. I couldn't believe it...Rachel, descending, wearing the tank top I bought her...and a pair of yellow thongs. That was all she was wearing! I knew instinctively what I should do. I should admonished her, let her know that parading around in my home, half naked, was unacceptable. But I didn't. I simply looked away, pretending to ignore her. But I couldn't ignore her when she knelt on the sofa beside me...nor ignore her when she slipped her arms around my neck, thanking me again for the the clothes I purchased for her. And then she kissed me...kissed me right on the lips, her tongue slippping into my mouth. I couldn't breath...I couldn't move. I was so scared stiff. I tried to push her away...to tell her her assumptions about me were wrong. But illicit pleasure is so fleeting. All the moral indignation I could muster couldn't stave off my desire. I was weak...and my moaning only gave her more cause to continue. My resistance was feeble. I sank back into the soft cushy pillows in total submission. Her tongue was bold, and I succumbed to it, permitting her to slip further into my mouth. After several minutes of passionate kissing, her hands began to roam over my body, especially my swollen breast. My nipples were hard and erect, and her little fingers pinched them through my blouse, hard enough to make me wince. The pain was exquisite. How could my pain and guilt feel so sexual? How could I ignore every moral instinct telling me how terribly wrong this was? Her little girl scent permeated my nostrils, her perky hard nipples pressed against my breast. I was completely at her mercy, sick with yearning to please her, to devour her. She removed her lips from mine. Still lying across me, she whispered in my ear; What do you want to do to me, Mrs J? I'll let you do anything." I couldn't bring myself to answer. I couldn't say it aloud, not to my daughter's best friend! She had no respect for me...that's why she was so bold...so sure of herself. I was sick and she knew it... She rolled off of me, lying back on the sofa, legs splayed, enticing me. And there, in the middle of her crotch, the crotch of her new yellow panties, a wet spot appeared. "Do you want to smell me Mrs J?" she asked softly. "Come here, sniff me...smell my pussy. I know you want to. I won't tell anybody." IL was more than a spot now, spreading over her entire crotch. I whimpered like a little girl. "See how wet I am Mrs J. Come on, put your face down here. I won't tell anybody. C'mon...sniff my panties, my pussy. You know you want to." I finally found my voice. "I can't do this Rachel...this is so wrong and......" My voice trailed off zs she slowly pulled the cotton crotch aside, exposing her puffy cunt lips...all glistening wet and juicy. Her blonde pubic hairs were fuzzy, and at first glance it appeared like she had no hair at all. "Do you like my pussy mommy? Do you, mommy...do you want to sniff Megan's pussy too. I was beside myself with lust. The mere mention of Megan's name pushed me over the edge. "That's it mommy," she said as my head moved down between her legs. It's so sweet...kiss it...it wants your slutty mouth." Motherfaker "Oh God," I moaned in despair. "Please...please don't make me baby....please don't make me do this....." But I obeyed, plunging my face into her fuzzy covered cunt, her pussy glistening, pussy juices coating her tiny slit... My tongue slipped out, tasting her. I inhaled deeply...breathing in the fresh sexual scent of youth...so close I could see tiny bubbles of her delicious nectar ooze from her, like an over ripe peach, mushy... inviting me to suck it...savor it...... I groaned in final submission, sucking her pussy recklessly...wantonly. I was beyond caring about anything other than her pleasure...plunging my tongue into her luscious cunt with fervor. She fucked my face as you would expect from someone her age, impatiently and with youthful exuberance. She expected instant gratification and she received it. I searched and found her undersized clit, licking and teasing it till she moaned in obvious pleasure. I knew my own pussy would eventually explode. Just feeling her lithe, petite body writhing under the invasion of my hungry mouth would give me the impetus to cum. I shuddered when she began berating me. Her filthy mouth spurning me on to heights of lust I never, ever experienced. "You like little girls don't you mommy." she gasped. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth? That's what you want isn't it you whore bitch. Oh yeah...that's it mommy...do you want to eat Megan's cunt too, mommy? Do you...do you want to tongue fuck your own daughter?" I was wallowing in a bottomless pit of depravity...and the further I sunk, the more pleasure I derived from my shame and humiliation. Her cruel voice was a reminder I was abusing her...and she liked it....and I liked it....and my daughter was right about me. I was defiling a young, innocent girl...a girl I had known since she was six years old...... And how strange it was to discover a part of me was still innocent...I didn't realize it still existed in me...not until I felt it slowly slip away. My body ached for release. An orgasm swelled in me, ready to explode. Could it be possible I could ignite it with just my mind? Rachel was about to erupt, her hips lurching at my face erratically, her mouth gasping for air. I had to pleasure her... "Oh my god, Mrs J...your tongue...so good...so fucking good...uh...cum, gonna cum...oh fuck, that's it...yeah...yeah, right there. Ohhhh mommy.... yessss...lick me...eat me you nasty bitch...that's it...oh shit,...fucking bitch... mmmmmmmmmm...yesssssssssssss....." The obscenities poured out of her, spurring me on. I was nothing but a cunt licker to her...and it was debasing...it inflamed me. I sunk further into my own personal degradation. Her pussy...so sweet and wet. I purposely turned my head to run my cheeks between her pussy lips....I wanted her pussy smell all over my face. II was out of control... "Oh fuck Mrs J, I'm gonna cum....ohh mommy...gonna....so close....fuck me...goddamn...oh sweet mommy bitch...I'm gonna... in your mouth....OH GOD...PISS....MRS J...ARGGGGGGGGGhhhhhhhhhhhh." She erupted, her pelvis thrashing about wildly. I grabbed for her hips, locking my lips firmly to her sweet, succulent mound. My jaws ached terribly, but I managed to keep my tongue up her pussy...her cream drained into my open mouth. It was so warm, I lapped it up instinctively...like a nurturing mother should. I would have swallowed anything leaking from her... She locked her thighs tightly around my head...Her hips humping my mouth with an intensity that would not be denied. Her petite, young body fucked my face with total disdain, capturing her pleasure at the expense of my deserving shame. How sick I was...my own self loathing igniting the sexual forces within me...my own cunt erupting in an avalanche of unbridled pleasure.... "Arrrrrggggggggggggggggggg," I moaned, my ass whipping around on the sofa uncontrollably, my cum juices staining the pillow between my legs. The pleasure was so intense I became light headed...I thought I was going to pass out...... Rachel continued to moan with each delayed sensation...eventually relaxing as her orgasm ebbed. I continued licking her...slower...slower....the reality of what I had done crashing down on me. I had just committed an unspeakable act, an act I could never take back. I was an unfit mother... Rachel moved out from under me. I couldn't look at her. I lay on the sofa with my face buried in the cushions. I could feel my life slipping away. "Wow, Mrs J. That was like so fucking cool.You know what this means, don't you." I had no idea what she was talking about. I was too wrapped up in my own reprehensible behavior. This means you're my bitch now," she said in a little girl voice. "It's like so weird, ain't it. I mean how cool...my best friend's mom being my bitch. Do you like being my bitch, Mrs J?" Moor humiliation. Any dignity I had left, she just took away...and it excited me. "You have to say it, Mrs J. You have to say you're my bitch." Please, Rachel...don't do this to me. I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. You have to promise me you won't tell anyone about this. Please, I'm begging you. I couldn't stand it if anyone knew...especially Megan." "Are you my bitch or not?" There was a hint of anger in her voice. My pussy began weeping again. She was so forceful with me. I felt compelled to obey. "Yes..uh...I'm uh...I'll be your bitch," I stuttered. Just please...please don't tell anyone about this." She smiled at my discomfort. Our relationship had been forever altered. I was no longer her best friend's mother...I was hers... I glanced at my watch...it was ten minutes till six. "Oh my god," I cried out. "Megan will be here in ten minutes. Please Rachel, hurry, go upstairs and dress...I have to clean up here.. I'm begging you, please don't say anything to her. I don't want to lose my daughter." She giggled. "Why Mrs J...you shouldn't keep secrets from your own daughter." She looked at me playfully. I didn't like it, leaving me hanging like this. My nerves were already raw and ragged from my self induced stress...and the shame I somehow cherished...and deserved. Megan arrived home a little after six. I tried to make sure everything appeared normal. Normal...Like I knew what that was any more. I had just cleaned my face with a frilly, silk handkerchief so I could preserve the odor of Rachel. I even stored it neatly in an air tight sandwich bag to preserve the aroma! Normal...? I heard the squeal from Megan's room when she discovered the five pair of thongs spread out on her bed. Realizing the sexual significance of the panties, my heart sunk at her apparent glee. It was even more depressing, knowing the precarious position I was in. How could I to do anything about her sexual activities I wasn't even supposed to know about it. I couldn't counsel her...I wasn't any better than the teachers who were abusing her. Even more disheartening, apparently she liked it, For her to stop on her own was probably out of the question. I could only hope Rachel wouldn't tell Megan about us. If Megan found out it would devastate me... I didn't feel like cooking so I called for a pizza delivery. I stepped out on the patio for a second to get a breath of fresh air. A cool breeze rushing up under my skirt reminded me I was still wearing sticky, wet panties. I purposely left them on...I loved the sexy feeling they gave me. My mind was was so conflicted. I didn't understand the sexual evolution I was going through are how to stop it. It certainly was at odds with my normal life and the relationship with my daughter.. I heard the girls coming down the stairs. Both were dressed in their new, skimpy outfits. Megan never bothered to thank me. I thought she would at least be curious why I gave in on the panties. Probably best she didn't ask...I couldn't have explained it adequately anyway. "Mom, why don't you order us a pizza. We're going to put a movie on...why don't you watch it with us." "I already ordered a pizza," I answered. "It should be here soon. I think I'm going to run over to visit with Barbara for awhile. I might be late...don't wait up for me." Rachel looked at me with those pouty lips, acting disappointed that I wouldn't be staying. I shuddered to think what she had in mind. Maybe Megan was in on it also. I didn't know what the hell was going on anymore. I had to get out of the house...I had to have a conversation with another adult...any kind of sane conversation before I went to pieces. Just before going out the door, I glanced back at both of them sitting on the couch, giggling. I knew in my heart nothing would ever be the same. Rachel could never keep our secret....I felt doomed. --------------------------------------- The drive to Barbara's house wasn't pleasant. I didn't know what to worry about the most, as every problem I had seemed to tumble over and over in my head. Pulling into Barb's driveway, I realized I should have called. Dropping in unexpectedly wasn't very polite...but polite wasn't exactly a top priority for me at the moment. Annie, Barb's daughter answered the door. She used to be Megan's best friend...now about the only thing they had in common was their cheerleading. I hadn't seen her since that day they practiced in the back yard. How could I ever forget that day. Annie was a cutie...dark auburn hair and green eyes...... She was so quiet though...I often wondered why she became a cheerleader. The white short shorts she was wearing hugged the cutest ass, round and tight. There it was again, another hot flash. Try as I might, I couldn't extinguish it. I found Barbara in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee. "What's up Barb," I said while helping myself to a cup. "Hope you don't mind me dropping in like this. Megan and Rachel were driving me crazy. I just had to get out of the house for awhile." "No, I don't mind...it's just...well, I'm not having a very good day either," she said with a terrible sadness in her voice. "What's wrong, Barb?" I said with as much concern as I could muster. "Anything I can do to help?" Barbara was a strong woman...never a problem she couldn't handle. When she suddenly burst into tears I knew something was really wrong. "Did Annie go upstairs after she let you in?" Barb sniffled. "She doesn't need to hear this. She's in enough trouble as it is." "Yes, she went upstairs," I said. "Now what the hell is wrong?" At this point I was probably more curious than concerned. "I've been on the phone all day with the school principal and the police," she said hesitantly. "Something happened to Annie last night after the football game. And I'm not sure it started last night, or last week, or even last year. I can't get a thing out of her. All I know is she participated in something terrible." A cold chill ran through me. It could only be about one thing...the same thing I overheard Megan and Rachel discussing...sex with their teachers. "You're going to have to talk to Megan too," she said barely above a whisper. "I think she might have been there when this terrible thing happened. I was going to call you tonight about it. I've been putting it off all day." "What exactly do you know, Barb? Are you sure...I mean it could be nothing." "Annie had sex with one of the female teachers last night," Donna moaned. "Do you believe that...a young child being subjected to god knows what...and by a female teacher! It's so disgusting I can hardly stand to think about it." This was going to be a mess. With all of my problems...now this. "How did you know all of this, Barb? Did Annie tell you?" "Oh no...she'd never admit something like this to me. Believe it or not, she wrote about the whole disgusting episode in her diary. In her diary! And then she carelessly left it lying here on the kitchen table. I almost didn't read it...you know, trying to respect her privacy, But I was curious...I was just going to take a quick peek. I've never been so shocked in my life..." She began sobbing again. I remained quiet, letting her get it out of her system. When she regained her composure I quietly asked; "Who was it Barb? Which teacher was it?" "Do you remember the las PTA meeting we attended?" she asked. "Remember the teacher you thought looked like that Jennifer Aniston...you know, the actress on the "Friends" TV show. Remember?" I did remember. In fact, I recall thinking the woman dressed too sexy for a classroom. I didn't think she set a very good example for the girls...dressing so slutty. "Isn't she married?" I asked. "Yes...yes she is,"Barb said with bitterness in her voice. "What the hell is a married woman doing something as insane as this. Tell me, what kind of woman would do this with a young girl...a girl with her whole future ahead of her." I wanted to scream out. "AM I LIVING IN BIZZARRO WORLD?" In less than ten days, beginning with my innocent masturbation, my life had become inundated with some kind of sexual conspiracy. It wasn't just a misunderstanding between my daughter and me any more. Now it involved my friend, my daughter's friends, and god knows how many teachers. What the hell was happening? "I'd be curious to know whether Megan knows anything about this," Barb wondered aloud. "I'd like to ask her...but I'd hate to bring it up to her. If she doesn't know anything about it, it would only upset her." "She never indicated anything to me," I said guardedly. "And Rachel spent the day at our house....she never said anything either." "Well, it will all come to a head Monday morning," Barb said with a sigh. "With the police involved, I'm sure they'll get to the bottom of it. I don't know what's going to happen to Annie. She won't talk to me about it. I told her though...when the police question her, she better tell the truth. I'm going to see to it this woman goes to jail. She's not going to get away with sexually manipulating my little girl if I have anything to say about it." Barb was adamant...I couldn't help but wonder what she would think of me if she knew what I had done with Rachel today. I guess she would have me thrown in jail too. I certainly was guilty... When I arrived home, the girls were up in Megan's room. Standing silently outside her door, I listened for any kind of activity. Hearing nothing, I assumed they were asleep. It was the first sense of relief I felt all day. In the bathroom, I found Rachel's bright yellow thong panties lying on the counter. I wondered why she would leave them there. Would she be that presumptuous...lay them out for my benefit! I fondled them...they were sticky. I couldn't resist, placing the crotch over my mouth and nose, inhaling the pungent aroma. Watching myself in the mirror, I sucked on the cold wet stain. And once again, I fingered myself into sexual oblivion. It seemed every orgasm I experienced the entire week gained intensity. This one almost brought me to my knees. ---------------------------------------------- The following day, Sunday, Rachel's mother came for her at noon. I debated whether I should invite her in and warn her of the pending investigation at school. I was sure Megan and Rachel weren't aware of it or they surely would have mentioned it. I decided not to say anything...I was too fearful of implicating myself. Megan and I spent a lazy afternoon not doing much of anything. Well almost nothing. She ran around the house in one of her sexy new outfits while I pretended not to notice. But I did notice, and the new twist on my degradation didn't set well with me. A mother shouldn't be sexually attracted to her own daughter! But I didn't fight it. My shame, it seemed, had no limits. Consequently, while she napped on the sofa in the middle of the afternoon, I stood upstairs overlooking the living room and masturbated....twice. I had to bite my lip to quell the moans. Cunt juices gushed out of me so profusely, I dripped all over my carpeted floor. I actually got down on hands and knees and licked it up...I had sunk to a new low. ---------------------------------------------- Barb was right about Monday morning. All hell did break loose at the school. The Principle's secretary called me at nine AM requesting my presense at ten. I was so frightened I didn't know if I could go through with it. I finally resigned myself to the fact that whatever happened, there was nothing I could do about it. I actual calmed down by the time I arrived at the Principle's office. I was told I had to be with Megan while the police questioned her. Barb was there...so was Rachel's mother. In fact, all the cheerleader mothers were there. Megan and I were the first to go in. Mrs Keane, the Principle, directed us to a seat. The questions the police detective asked Megan were pretty routine. In fact, it appeared they didn't know much of what was going on at all. Their questions concentrated on Annie...did Megan see Annie alone with any particular teacher during the trip. Did she see any teacher talking to Annie or touching her inappropriately. Megan answered no to everything. They never asked her if she had any sexual involvement with a teacher, or whether she observed any sexual overtures towards any other cheerleaders. Actually, they were pretty piss poor investigators, or at least that was my impression. When we were finally dismissed, I was feeling a lot better about my situation. I actually thought the sexual relationship Megan had with her cheerleader coach might be over...that it was just an an anomaly, never to be repeated. At the very least, the police interrogation would surely scare her straight...it certainly should frighten the hell out of the coach! It appeared that Annie and the "Jennifer Aniston" look alike teacher definitely were in trouble. The girl wrote it all down in a diary...how stupid was that. Arriving home, I waited on pins and needles the remainder of the day. I was anxious for Megan to come home and tell me how everything turned out. I made up my mind, however, I wasn't going to let her know I was aware of her sexual indiscretions with her coach. I was certain it would stop...that the police involvement would scare the hell out of her. When Megan arrived home she didn't volunteer any information. I had to pull it out of her. I didn't understand her reluctance to talk to me...only this morning at school we were getting along so well! "Megan, I want to know what happened," I said sternly. "You know Barb's a good friend of mine. And Annie...you've known Annie since the fourth grade. Now talk to me." "Nothing...nothing happened," she said in a sullen mood. "Annie said she wrote those things in her diary as a fantasy of hers...You know....fiction." "You mean they believed her....that nothing is going to happen to the teacher!" "Well...duh, mom. They didn't have...you know...like any kind of real evidence. Just something Annie wrote in a book. That's hardly enough to like ruin a woman's teaching career. Besides, if it really happened, Annie must have enjoyed it. It said so in her diary. So what's the big deal." "So, after interviewing eight cheerleaders, dragging eight parents down to the school, nothing was going to happen. Unbelievable." "Well don't be so broke up about it mom. It's not like you're miss goody two shoes yourself." "What do you mean by that, young lady?" I said trying to sound indignant. "Whatever you want it to mean mom. I'm going to my room. I have homework to do. And don't make any dinner for me. Rachel and I ate at Mcdonald's on the way home." I watched her go up the stairs...I wasn't feeling at all sexual...I was grimacing in pain as the knot in my stomach grew tighter. Did Rachel tell on me? Did my daughter now know what a slut I had become? My secret life was killing me.... Motherfaker The following day I talked to Barbara again. Her account of the police proceedings were almost identical to Megan's. Her daughter Annie told the police her diary was fiction. Without any tangible evidence, or eye witness to the contrary, the police couldn't charge the teacher in question. Not surprisingly, Barbara chose to believe Annie's story. Naturally she would...she couldn't allow herself to think her own daughter could actually participate in some kind of dirty, kinky sex. Her new concern was Annie's sexually active imagination. She immediately set up an appointment with a Psyciatrist. It was difficult not to tell Barbara what I knew. I was absolutely sure Annie's diary was true. I was equally convinced she lied to the police. Teenage girls are damn convincing, especially the pretty ones from nice, socially upscale families. They can get away with murder. --------------------------------- The remainder of the week was quiet, or quieter than usual. Megan didn't talk to me much...I knew I'd have to get used to her new found indifference towards me. I was convinced it was because she knew what happened between Rachel and I. Friday, the school football game was a home game. At least Megan wouldn't be staying overnight with anyone. Without telling Megan, I decided to go to the game myself. I'd like to think my decision was motherly, that I wanted to be around to protect my daughter. I knew, however, that wasn't true. I was curious about the women who somehow lured and seduced so many young girls. I easily recognized Mrs Conners, the teacher in charge of the cheerleader squad. Her assistant, the "Jennifer Aniston" look-a-like was there also. The one I knew nothing about was Mrs D. I remembered Rachel mentioning her name during my eavesdropping. I didn't try to hide from Megan. I didn't exactly go out of my way to let her know I was there either. I just wanted to observe from afar. I'm sure she would call it spying. Sitting in the stands, I watched the girls do their cheers. It was the first time I'd seen Rachel since the police inquiry. She looked so damn hot...even more so in her uniform. I began to think maybe this wasn't such a good idea, my coming to the game. Between cheers, the girls would sit with Mrs Conners. I had to admit, the woman was one sexy looking bitch. A natural blonde with an athletic body, just the right combination to seduce horny teenage girls. By the end of the game I was soaking. And not just because of Rachel...but Annie, Brenda, Sherry, the entire cheerleader squad. But it was Annie who held my attention. She was such a cute little thing, petite and soft. And she didn't mind showing her body, especially her crotch. It almost seemed purposely. I became transfixed on her white cotton panties as they strained to cover her little mound. I yearned to sniff her musky, girly sweat and pussy juices, all soaked up by those cotton panties. After the game, I fought my way thru the crowd. I wanted to catch Rachel alone and ask her to leave with me. I felt feverish...tempestuous. I needed her to make me do things to her...and if she wanted to include Megan...I was so hot I might agree. By the time I reached the cheerleader area, she was nowhere around. I searched thru the crowd of students for over ten minutes. All the cheerleaders had simply disappeared. In the distance I could see Barbara and Annie walking towards the parking lot. I should have known Barbara would be at the game. There was no way she was going to let Annie out of her sight...not after what they had been through. I finally caught up with them. "BARB...BARB," I yelled out for her attention. "Hey, Jessica," Barb beamed when she caught sight of me. "You, at a football game. I can't believe it. You hate sports." "I know..I know," I said laughingly. "I just thought I'd come and watch the girls cheer. You haven't seen Megan or Rachel, have you? I lost them in the crowd. I don't know where the hell they went." "There's a dance at the teen center," Annie said. "I think that's where they were going. Mrs Conners gave Megan and Rachel a ride." I was disappointed. I couldn't go chasing after them...not at a teen dance. Megan would never forgive me if I embarrassed her in front of her friends. "We're going to Denny's for a hamburger," Barbara said. "Why don't you come join us. It's still early." "Sure, why not," I said. "I have my car so I'll meet you there, okay." I paused for a moment to watch them walk away from me. Annie was so damn sexy in her uniform...those white sloppy sox enhancing her taut, tanned calves. My panties were soaking by the time I reached my car. Barb and Annie already had a table by the time I arrived. After ordering, I excused myself to go to the restroom. My heart literally skipped a beat when Annie joined me. I thought maybe I could get a glimpse of her with her panties down! My hands trembled as I opened the bathroom door, Annie following me in. I hesitated at the mirror, hoping I could get a glimpse of her without being obvious. She entered a stall directly across from the mirror, giving me a perfect reflected image. As I pretended to apply lipstick, my eyes were riveted on the image behind me. I couldn't believe it...she was leaving the stall door open! I stared intently as she flipped up her short skirt and squatted, legs spread, on to the toilet seat. She didn't pull her panties down. I thought my eyes were deceiving me. She didn't pull her panties down! And then the most erotic thing happened. She peed through them...she peed in her panties! She startled me, calling out my name. "Mrs Jordan," she said softly. Can you come her...please." "Uh..uh, what...what is it?" I stammered as I approached the stall. "Did you need something, honey?" She leaned back against the tank, spreading her legs. "Is it true what Rachel told me, Mrs Jordon? That you liked girls and liked to do things to them. She wasn't like kidding me, was she?" I was crushed. The dreaded secret of my life wasn't a secret anymore. "That's a terrible thing to say to me, Annie. Why in the world would Rachel say something like that? I can't believe....." "I'm sorry, Mrs J. It's just that I'm so...so....Rachel is such a bitch sometimes You won't say anyhing to mom, will you? I looked down at her, legs splayed, her white cotton panties all squishy and wet. "What...uh...what did you want me to do?" I murmured. "I'm not sure what you...." Her hand moved to her crotch, stroking herself. She was so hot...shamelessly doing herself in front of me. I wanted to be her bitch...to do as I was told. "I...I wouldn't mind...uh...sniffing you," I said softly. I like to do that...uh...some times." She giggled. "Smell me...you want to smell me, Mrs Jordon? Rachel said you liked smelling her. Sure...what did you want to smell...my perfume...my hair...my panties?" "Your...your pussy," I whispered. "I want to smell you between your legs." I stared at her sopping wet crotch, shuddering at its delicious appeal. "And I'll do other things...that's if you want me to. You can probably make...uh...make me do almost anything." I knelt in front of her, snuggling my cheek up against her soft, tanned thigh. The odor of her pussy overwhelmed me. Kneeling in a dirty, public bathroom, worshipping her, debasing myself, had my body tingling, my pussy leaking. I nudge my face closer to her crotch, my mouth watering for the taste of her piss soaked panties. And her cunt, so succulent I had to suck it. I inhaled deep, her girly scent intoxicating. Her personal odor, her sweaty body, and the smells of the bathroom itself, all combined into one unbelievable aphrodisiac. I sucked her panty crotch into my mouth, sucking the nasty piss taste out of them. After pushing her panties aside with my tongue, I licked the outside lips of her small pussy...her black, hairy pussy! Her vagina looked so pink and wet, peeking thru a thick patch of silky black. Her friends must be envious, I thought to myself. They, with their peach fuzz...she, with the growth of a woman. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned at the pleasure of her taste.. And when my tongue plunged up into her, when my lips caressed and suckled a clit much to large for her small body, she whimpered...a whimper of approval...a whimper of things to cum. When her orgasm erupted, her frenzied hips fucked my tongue with such force she slammed the back of my head against the toilet paper roll. The grunts and groans coming from her were so...so feral, nothing like one would expect from a young, innocent girl. And her pleasure seemed so deep and draining, it was almost scary. It certainly triggered my own orgasm...and the flood of cream from my body filled my panties, dripping all over my shoes. When she pulled away from me, I fell forward over the commode, exhausted beyond belief. "Mom will be wondering where we are," she said. "Oh my god...your mom!" I blurted out in fear. " Quick, we have to get back out there." I was panicked, arising from the floor, hurriedly moving towards the door. I had no concept of how long we had been in the bathroom...I just knew we had to get back to the table as quickly as possible. I stopped Annie in the hallway. "I'm sure you know we can't say anything about this, don't you. Not even Rachel. Promise me?" "You're my bitch, Mrs J. I'll tell anyone I want. Maybe I'll tell my mother." She giggled at the stunned look on my face. Humiliating me just turned me on all over again. "I'll do anything for you," I blubbered. "I'll eat you up....even your asshole, your....." I stumbled, falling against the hallway wall. My heart was pounding. I wanted her so bad...again I quickly compose myself as we approached the table. I was somewhat relieved when I saw Barbara reading a newspaper. I was sure she hadn't suspected a thing. I quickly slid into the booth before Barb could spot the cum juice splatter all over my shoes. "Where have you two been?" she asked inquisitively. "You were in there like thirty minutes. I thought I was going to have to come looking for you." I glanced at Annie's expressionless face. It was obvious she couldn't think of an excuse. "Would you believe it," I said. "My period started. And just my luck, I didn't have anything with me. I tried the vending machine in the bathroom but I couldn't get the damn thing to take my money. Annie and I beat on it till our hands hurt." "What did you do?" she asked inquisitively. "Oh, we finally got it to work. It took forever, though." "So, everything is alright now," Barb giggled. "Yes, but it wasn't so funny at the time." One tense moment down, one to go. I had no idea what to do about my shoes, all spotted with pussy juice. How would I ever get out of here without Barb noticing. Annie came to our rescue. She removed her sneakers and played footsie with me, her sweat socks polishing them clean. Hidden from view, Barb was unaware of her daughter's clever solution. Annie not only averted a nasty situation, she turned me on all over again. ----------------------------------------- After leaving the restaurant, I drove by the teen center to see if the dance was still going strong. It was. As I turned into the far end of the parking lot, I heard someone yell out: "MRS J....MRS J. OVER HERE." I stopped. Out of the shadows I could see Rachel walking towards my car. I rolled down my window. "Hey Mrs J. What are you doing around here?" "Oh, I wasn't sure whether Megan needed a ride home or not," I lied. "But, I guess if she needs a ride she'll give me a call." "Park your car," she said excitedly. "There's someone I want you to meet." I glanced over at the big black automobile hidden in the shadows at the end of the lot. I couldn't make out who was behind the wheel. "Maybe some other time," I said. "I think I'd better get home. You could...uh...maybe come with me...that's if you'd like." "Not tonight, Mrs J. C'mon, it'll just take minute. This person really wants to meet you." I knew I should have driven away. I had a bad feeling.about being where I shouldn't be. Lately, however, common sense seemed to have abandoned me. I turned my car off and followed her towards to ominous black vehicle. A tall, statuesque woman appeared, wearing a business suit, a suit that obviously couldn't hide the voluptuous body hidden beneath it. Rachel introduced me. "Mrs Danner, this is Megan's mother, the woman I told you about. Mrs J, meet Mrs Danner, our School Board President." So, this was the mysterious Mrs D. And she was the School Board President? My god, was the entire school district in on the sexual games being played with our children? I tried to be civil. 'It's very nice to meet you, Mrs Danner." I extend my hand. She clasped it with unusual strength. "Rachel has told me all about you, Mrs Jordon. She told me you were quite a cunt licker. It's interesting, your being the bitch of a teenager half your age. Yes, I find that very interesting." "She said what?" I stammered. "What's going on here, Rachel? Is this some kind of joke. Why would you spread such vicious rumors about me. You're practically like a daughter to me. I'm so embarrassed...I'm....... The woman interrupted me; "There isn't any need for denial, Mrs Jordan. There are worst things than being Rachel's slut. It would be more disturbing if you were Megan's bitch, wouldn't i?." Rachel, standing behind me, slipped her hand up under my skirt. "Stop...stop it,Rachel," I pleaded. "My god, what are you doing? Remove your hand right now. What's gotten into you?" But she didn't stop or remove her hand. She forced it between my legs, cupping my crotch. "Please, Rachel, don't do this to me," I begged."I've...I've always been good to you. Please don't...don't do this to me...not here...pleaseeee." But I spread my legs, giving her easier access. After all, I was her bitch. Mrs Danner was still gripping my hand. She pulled me closer to her. "You've never licked a mature cunt have you lady? You like the young ones don't you. Not that I blame you. I like the young ones myself." "Please, just let me go," I pleaded. I have to go home." "What have you been doing tonight?" Rachel asked. "You're like so fucking wet. Have you been cheating on me?" She giggled at her girlish attempt at humor, continuing to shame me in front of this important, imposing woman. "I haven't been with anyone," I cried out. "Now please, let me go. I have to go home." "Why would you want to be at home alone, Mrs J? Megan won't be home till late tonight. In fact, I think she and Mrs C have already left. She may have a tongue stuck up her ass as we speak." My whole body shuddered at the thought of my Megan being ravaged by that blonde, hard bodied bitch. "I think that turns your friend on, Rachel," Mrs D said. "Knowing her own daughter is going to be fucked tonight. Does that turn you on Mrs J?" I couldn't answer. My body, as much as I fought it. was responding to Rachel's probing fingers. Just imagine, bitch," Mrs Danner whispered, "Mrs Conner sticking her long thick tongue up your daughter's ass. And believe me, she has a long tongue. Your little girl will be begging for more. And who knows, maybe this is the night Mrs C will introduce Megan to her new toy...You should see it. It's the longest, thickest dildo I've ever seen." My whole body exploded into a gigantic orgasm. I could feel cum juices gushing into my panties. The filthy innuendos...the images of Megan being fucked. It was more pleasure than I could stand. My leg's buckled under me as I fell to my knee's. I didn't care any more. I wanted to cum forever. When I looked up from my kneeling position, a large, silk covered mound was just inches away from my mouth. Mrs D was straddling me, leaving no doubt what she expected of me. A strong whiff of her ripe cunt entered my nostrils... "Any slut of Rachel's is a slut of mine. Isn't that right Mrs J?" "Yes ma'am," I murmured as I groveled between her spreading, nylon clad thighs. ----------------------------------------- I was a disgraceful mess when I arrived home. The nasty things Mrs Danner made me do to her... She was a real woman. Her orgasms were violent, and when she came, her bitter cream, an unbelievable volume, gushed from her large hairy cunt. But it was her ass I adored. The humiliation I experienced was exquisite. Licking a woman's ass crack was repulsive...all that bitter sweat coating my palette . But the act itself was so demeaning...it was like the ultimate arousal. I gave myself over to her...and when I came it was pure ecstasy. When my tongue slithered up her puckered brown hole, she whimpered like a schoolgirl. I was oblivious to the taste...the things that adhered to my tongue...nasty things. Standing in the bathroom, removing my clothes, I thought about all the orgasms I experienced during the last six hours. It certainly had taken a toll on my body. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was climb in bed and sleep. I suddenly remembered Megan. I had forgotten about her. I tiptoed to her room, easing the door open a crack. She was fast asleep, her white panties lying on the floor. They were soaked in blood. I shuddered at the image of that woman's large dildo fucking my little girl's virgin pussy, rammed up into her innocent teenage body. I touched my swollen mound gingerly...and came again....... --------------------------------------------- Saturday, Megan and I tolerated the big lie between us. She pretended to be an innocent young girl, I pretended to be a good mother. The tension was finally relieved when she went to the Mall to hangout with her friends. I was surprised when my wandering husband called. I secretly hoped he was calling to extend his business trip for another week or two. I got more than I wished for. He informed me he wasn't returning at all...he was remaining in California for good, and he wanted a divorce! The very thing I had contemplated, and he beat me to it. It pissed me off. He said he met someone else. I jokingly asked him who the lucky man was. He went ballistic, demanding to know how I knew he was gay! I almost fell off the kitchen stool...I had no idea he was gay. It did, however, explain our pitiful sex life over our twenty year marriage. Thank god he was a man with a conscious...and didn't want his secret sex life dragged through the courts. He actually thought I would be so traumatized by his leaving me for a man, he was willing to forfeit his interest in almost all of our assets just to satisfy me. I wasn't born yesterday...after pretending to be devastated, I hung up the phone and called an Attorney acquaintance from the club. I wanted her to immediately obtain his signature on a document spelling out everything he acquiesced too on the phone. I didn't want him to sober up and have a change of heart. I knew he made a lot of money and I wanted most of it...and the house...and, of course, Megan. I couldn't think of any reason to let Megan know of this new development...at least not right away. Actually, I didn't think it would matter to her. After all, she seldom asked about her father. Now that I was supposed to be all broken up from my husband's bad news, I decided to go shopping, lift my spirits. More like celebrating. I dropped by Barbara's to see if she wanted to tag along. We hadn't done anything together in quite a while. The possibility of seeing Annie again didn't have anything to do with...with anything. "What's happening, Jessica?" Barb greeted me happily. Haven't seen you since...since last night." She laughed at her own silly remark. "I thought you might want to kill an afternoon...you know, go shopping or something," I said. Motherfaker I eyed Annie in her tight white shorts. God that girl had such a fine ass...and after last night, I knew I wanted to explore her little brown hole. "Hey, why not," Barb said. "Annie, you want to go with us. We can look for some new shoes for you." "I don't feel like it Mom," Annie said. "You go ahead. I'm going to catch up on my homework." I was sorely disappointed to say the least. I thought Annie would jump at the chance to repeat our performance. There were plenty of rest rooms at the mall. Apparently I was wrong. I waited while Barb changed, ogling Annie sitting on the sofa, her tanned legs inviting me to lick her from her ankles to her....... "Okay, I'm ready," Barb said, her voice breaking up my sick fantasy. Thank god she couldn't read my mind...she would have called the police on me. During our drive to the mall, I had a surprising revelation. Actually it was something I had always been aware of...I just forgot. My friend Barbara was a very sexy woman....and I was horny! My new, evolving sex life wasn't going to allow me to leave any stone unturned...not until I infected everyone who mattered to me...... She and Annie were so much alike, dark and sultry. But Barb dressed atrociously...loose fitting clothes that hid her well proportioned body. And as I walked behind her in the Mall parking lot, I thought what a challenge she would be... ---------------------------------- I'd forgotten why I didn't shop with Barbara very often. She wasn't much fun! She bitched about everything...prices too high, nothing fit her right, quality wasn't up to her standards. But when we were browsing in the lingerie section her eyes lit up. "What?" I asked as she stood smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Oh nothing," she said slyly. "Come on, it's something," I pushed. "What is it?" "Do you know your daughter is wearing these?" she said, holding up a pair thongs. "Annie thinks she hides them at school and changes there every day. I'm sorry you had to hear it from me. Don't tell her I told you, okay." "Christ, Barb," I sighed. "Listen to yourself. You act as if my daughter were carrying a concealed weapon or something. I know she wears thongs...I bought them for her." The astonished look on her face was priceless. It made our shopping trip all worthwhile. "You've got to be kidding," she whispered. "You bought her these....you bought her thongs!" "Yes, I bought them for her," I said. "You've got to loosen up Barb. As a matter of fact, I have a pair on right now. Would you like to see them?" "What? Would I what? What's wrong with you Jessie. Noooo, I don't want to see your panties. I can't believe you would ask me that." "You're absolutely sure," I said teasingly." They're pretty...and really sexy." "Uh...very...uh funny," she stammered. "I'm sorry. I thought I was being helpful. Apparently you think I sound like some kind of uptight bitch." "No, I don't think that of you, Barb. Well, not all the time anyway. I'm kidding you. Look, I appreciate your concern. I know you thought you were being helpful. Let's forget it, okay. Let's go get a cup of Mocha." Sitting in the Cafe, I thought about our conversation. It was probably the closest thing to a sexual discussion Barb and I ever had. It occurred to me that maybe this was a good time to push her a little...see where it might lead. She sipped her coffee, totally unaware how suggestive she looked as she licked the cream from her pinkish wet lips. She had no idea she was turning me on. "Barb, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" "I'm not sure," she stammered. "How...how personal?" "What the hell," I blurted out, "I'm just going to ask you. You can answer or not. You've been divorced for two years. During that time I'm not aware of you ever having a date. My question is, don't you ever get horny...have a desire for sex?" You would have thought I'd just kicked her in the stomach. She dropped her head to avoid looking at me. "Are you alright Barb?" I asked with concern. "Listen, you don't have to answer. I was just wondering. You know me...Miss nosy. Forget I asked." She took a big gulp of coffee. Then another. Some color finally began draining back into her face. "I masturbate," she blurted out. "I masturbate a lot. Is that what you wanted to know? Well...now you know." It was my turn to look astonished. I was stunned by her honesty, even more stunned by her answer. Who would have guessed she was some kind of closet slut. Not me, that's for sure. "Damn Barb, you sure are full of surprises, aren't you. You must be one horny women. I like that. I've been that way myself lately." "You've got to be kidding," she said. "You...you masturbate too? Wow...that's...that's unbelievable. And here I thought something was wrong with me. I'm so relieved I'm not the only horny woman in the neighborhood." She actually appeared relieved. She also gave me the opening I needed. Our conversation had already gone far beyond my expectations. "You know what, Barb...and don't take this the wrong way...but we...we should do it together sometime." I waited for some kind of reaction.. I knew there was a chance she may think of me as sick. Then again, she had already surprised me once. She took her time responding. "When you say together...you...uh...you mean we would masturbate ourselves, only be together, right? You didn't mean masturbate each other did you?" I was quick to answer. I didn't have to think about it. What the hell, I was on a roll. "Either way, Barb. The way I see it, you're such a sexy bitch I wouldn't mind fingering you. I mean, it's the pleasure we're seeking, right? Why would I mind pleasing a friend like you." I laid it on pretty thick...actually I meant every word of it. My panties were already soaking from our conversation. I had nothing to lose. "Oh wow," she said. "How did we get on this subject anyway? Am I blushing? I feel like my face is beet red. We've certainly never talked to each other like this before, have we?" "No, I don't think we have. I'm sure I would have remembered." She giggled...an embarrassed giggle, wondering where I was going from here. I made a decision. I arose from the table and took her gently by the hand. "C'mon, girl. We need to have some privacy." Leading her down the hallway towards the women's restroom, I expected her to try and pull away from me. She didn't. "What are you doing Jesse?" she laughed nervously. "We can't...you know...do that together here." Entering the bathroom, I locked the door. I held the first stall door open for her. She hesitated. "I don't think this is a good idea," she whimpered. "It's so dirty in here. Why don't we go home. We can talk about it." I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her lips to mine. I kissed her passionately, my tongue probing her lips. She parted them willing, sucking my tongue deep into her mouth. "I...I didn't know we were going to kiss," she whimpered. "I thought we were just going to...I'm not...uh...I'm not gay. You're not gay either, or you Jesse?" Meanwhile, my hands were busy, sliding up under her flowery summer dress.When I cupped her mound, I found it swollen and wet. I stroked her slit, slowly at first...then more vigorously. The odor of her cunt permeated the confining stall. I eased her backwards, forcing her down on the commode. She moaned submissively. I fell to my knees, quickly nuzzling my cheek against her soft, creamy thigh. Her pussy reeked of ripened salmon and fragrant daffodils, the scent of a woman aroused. "Please, Jesse...don't...please. I didn't shower today. I'm...I'm so dirty. You don't have to do this...this isn't what we talked ....." "I like you dirty," I whispered. Her moan of total submission echoed in the tiled room. My fingers slipped under her flame red panties, exposing her thick black bush of pubic hair. I eased my mouth up against her cunt, my tongue searching, plunging between her glistening pink slit. Her oversized clitoris wormed its way between my lips. I sucked her like I sucked her slutty little daughter the night before...the same way I made Annie cum...cum in my mouth. My tongue was buried in her nasty cunt, a warm discharge dripping into my mouth. Her demeanor changed dramatically, losing control. Her hips pummelled my mouth with such force, I was afraid my lips would become bruised and swollen. "Oh fuck....so good, Jesse...lick me...lick my pussy...please...pleaseeee. faster...lick meeeee...suck me...sweet jesus...suck my clit...pleaseeee." "ARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG," she suddenly screamed, so shrill it ricocheted off the tile covered walls. I lapped up her warm gushing cream, letting it drain into my tummy. I wallowed in my surroundings, on my knees in a public bathroom, serving my best friend. I straddled one of her long firm legs, squatting slowly till my sloppy wet slit adhered to her shins. The ache in my legs so excruciating, but I still managed to hump her leg like a cur dog. My pussy, burned raw, but I continue tormenting myself on her hard shin. And then it came, an agonizing orgasm. "Uggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I groaned as my pussy spewed all over Barb's leg. When it was over...when silence returned to the tile covered walls, I gingerly knelt again, licking up my own cum from her leg. Glancing up from the floor, I saw her staring blankly at the stall wall. She was ashamed for what we had done. I knew the feeling. I also knew she would learn to desire those emotions...right now they felt offensive and ugly to her. It was a long walk to the car. I knew it would be an even longer trip home. We rode the entire way in silence. Arriving at Barb's house, she asked me not to come in. I knew she was confused. She would have to work it out... self loathing can be crippling... I asked her to call me later. I didn't want her to weird out on me and do something foolish. I really looked forward to going down on that bushy black cunt again. ------------------------------------------ Megan was on the telephone when I arrived home. She hung up quickly when I walked in. She didn't reveal who she was talking too. "Do you want any dinner?" I asked politely. I wasn't in a mood to cook but I thought I should offer. "No, I'm not hungry," she replied. "I'm going to up to my room. By the way, Mrs Conner wants to talk to you. She wanted to know if it was alright to drop by here tonight?" "Talk to me about what?" I asked. "What did you do...are you in trouble?" I became anxious and upset. The school teacher who was literally molesting my little girl had the audacity to want to come my home! What could she possibly say that I would want to hear. "I don't know what she wants, mother. If you don't want to see her, tell me. I'll call her and tell her not to come by. I don't care one way or the other." I knew I had no choice but to meet with her. After all, I was responsible for my daughter. Actually, I was beginning to think it didn't matter. There was little doubt we were all on the slippery slope to hell. It was only a matter of time till we hit rock bottom. "What time is she coming by?" I asked. "Around nine," Megan said. "So it's okay?" "I guess so. If it's something important, I guess I should know about it" "Whatever," she said flippantly. "I'm going to my room. Let me know when she gets here." ----------------------------------- Nine o'clock came quickly. I became extremely apprehensive when I heard her car pull into our driveway. I met her at the door. "Hello, Mrs Conner," I said as I opened the door. "Come in, please." I was being nice to her. "Is Megan here?" She asked. "Yes, I'll get her." Just then Megan came down the stairs. We all made ourselves comfortable in the living room. "So, Megan says you needed to talk to me, I said. " I hope it isn't something bad." I laughed nervously. "I don't think it's all that bad, Mrs Jordan, I guess it depends on how you look at it." She leaned back in the chair, her tight, short skirt riding up her long tanned legs. That's when I spotted the head...the large, black bulbous head. She was wearing a dildo! "Uhh...what the hell is going on?" I stuttered. I couldn't believe this woman had the nerve to visit my home and put on display like this. "Your daughter," she continued, "Has voiced her concerns with me. She feels, and I agree, that your recent sexual escapades may be a result of your lack of cock." "I was mad...I confronted her. "What business is it of..." "My my, you are a an uptight bitch," she said arrogantly. "I think I'm going to enjoy fucking you." I stared at both of them incredulously. Could this really be happening! Was this woman serious? And Megan, how dare that little bitch. How dare she be a part of this! Don't act so shocked, mother," Megan hissed in contempt. "You think I don't know what a slut you are. I know all about you and Rachel....and Mrs Danner." Well, it was finally out between us. My daughter knew what a sicko I had become. But, she was too young to understand...I had needs...and I was still her mother! Mrs Conner boldly raised her skirt, exposing the full length of the cock hanging between her legs. I was awed by its size...so huge...unlike any real penis I had ever seen. She apparently mis-read my silence as acceptance of her intentions. But how could she...did she actually think I wanted her to fuck me with that unrealistic cock....and do it right here in front of my own daughter! She fumbling around in her purse, pulling out a small tube of cream. She deftly applied the lubricant to the huge rubber appendage, spreading it liberally till it was shiny and slick. I still couldn't comprehend her audacity, her complete self assurance in what she thought she was going to do to me! She arose from her seat, placing herself in front of me. She lewdly dispayed the huge cock, dangling it near my face. "Isn't it magnificent." she said in a low sultry voice. "Touch it, bitch, see how real it feels. Don't be shy, stroke it. Believe me, once you feel this cock buried in your slimy cunt, you'll beg me for more." Shame and humiliation, the catalyst to my sick pleasures, now failed to have the desired effect on me. I was humiliated, but it sickened me. I thought I was going to vomit. I didn't think I could endure my daughter's contempt any longer, nor could I accept a woman, a woman with a position of trust, treating me with such disdain. I leaped up from the couch and ran for the stairs. I had to get out of their sight...to hide out from the nightmare I was living. Running up the stairs, I slipped, falling face down on the steps. I cried out from the excruciating pain...an agonizing throb pulsating through my twisted delicate ankle. As I lay writhing in pain, I expected some compassion from Megan and Mrs C. But, as I peered thru the bannister, all I saw was disappoint in their eyes. I was to be their entertainment for the evening...and I wasn't cooperating. I tried to pull myself up...the pain in my ankle unforgiving. I fell back down, still stretched face down on the stairs. Out of the corner of my eye...Mrs Conner walking toward the stairs. "Are you alright Mrs Jordon? Where does it hurt?" "My ankle," I grimaced. "I think I sprained it bad." That's when I felt her presence above me, straddling my outstretch body. Suddenly her huge cock was probing between my thighs! "MY GOD...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I screamed out in horror. The pain in my ankle throbbing terribly. "Have you no compassion," I whimpered. "Can't you see I'm hurt? Pleaseee, don't do this to me..." It was inconceivable she would assault me now...lying helpless in my own home. The woman was a highly respected school teacher...had she no shame? She was tenacious in her will to rape me. I had made it obvious...why would she try to fuck me against my will? "MEGAN," I yelled out pleadingly. "Please....please help me. You've got to stop her....I'm your mother...doesn't that mean anything to you?" "You phony bitch," Megan spat out at me. "You call yourself a mother. Where were you when I needed....." She didn't finish the sentence. When the bulbous head forcibly entered my pussy, the pain distracted me from my throbbing ankle. It felt like I was being split in two. I couldn't take it...it was to large...and the pain...the pain was unbearable. "Oh god, pleaseeeee...take it out," I pleaded. "I can't take it. Pleaseee, don't, don't hurt me like this. You're splitting meeeee...." My plea's were ignored. She forced it further in. "NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," I screamed out in pain. "Oh God, please...it hurts so bad. Please, Megan, make her get off of me." My pleas only seemed to urge her on, easing the cock in to my pussy further, stretching me beyond.... "ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" I screamed, the huge cock further in me...deeper than I had ever experienced. "OHHH GOD, NOOOOOOO...MEGAN, PLEASE HELP MEEEE....." Grabbing my hips, the torturing bitch began a slow, rhythmic thrust, the huge cock ravaging me...plunging... deeper... "I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE," I screamed out. "MEGAN, WON'T YOU PLEASE HELP ME....I'M YOUR MOTHER FOR GOD'S SAKE. PLEASEEEEE........" I looked pleadingly at my daughter through the railing, her eyes glazed with lust. Her innocence, her compassion were gone. I knew she wasn't going to help me. She was enjoying my degradation. She was enthralled by my total helplessness...the fear in my eyes. I continued to resist, but, to my chagrin, a familiar yearning crept over me. I fought the arousal, but it was a feeble attempt. My submission, even against my will, ignited the sexual longing in me...the exquisite pleasure I was addicted to. It was predictable, my body betraying me, taunting me. I guess it was inevitable. The pain in my cunt became an acceptable sensation. I moaned out my total submission...the pure bliss of being subjugated to another woman. My own daughter, watching as I groveled, only added to my pleasure...my sick, nasty pleasure. "Pleaseeee...fuck me...fuck me deeper," I shamelessly begged. Hurt me..hurt me more...so good, teacher...so fucking good..... "What a slut mom you have, Megan," Mrs Conner hissed breathlessly. Watch this...watch what happens when I bury my cock up her cunt. She's going to babble like a baby....just like you did, Megan...just like you." My humiliation was complete. With my daughter watching, her high school teacher fucked me into submission. I bathed myself in shameless ecstasy. But there was more blissful pleasure to come. As I stared down at my daughter, standing next to the stairs fingering herself, Mrs Conner thrust the final four inches into my aching cunt. "ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG," I screamed with a unique union of pleasure and pain. The huge cock was somewhere up in my womb...packed solidly in my cunt. I feared the orgasm building in me might blow me up... "Look at me Megan," I shamelessly pleaded. "Mommy's getting fucked by a great big cock...look at it...look at in mommy's cunt..." "You're one sick bitch aren't you," the teacher said breathlessly. "You know this was your daughter's idea, don't you. She wanted to see you get fucked. She's enjoying it...look at her, fingering herself. She's as sick as you. You want to see me fuck her too? You want to see this big cock up her little pussy.....Tell me, Mrs Jordan....Do you want to see your daughter fucked by my big cock?" "Yessssssss," I hissed. Fuck her, fuck my little girl...fuck my little bitch....fuck her cunt...up her ass, fuck herrrrrr........" "ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG." I screamed as my orgasm exploded, my body quivering uncontrollably in its wake. I drove my ass back into her...forcing the huge dick further into my throbbing cunt. The thick cream...a nasty liquid, drained out of me, dripping onto my beautiful carpeted floor.