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                            Photogenic Bitch
                             by Phil Phantom

Copyright© 2005 by Phil Phantom


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Description: Mom paces the floor while her daughter is in a locked room doing a photo session with a known pedophile. As usual with Phil Phantom, this is only the beginning.

Codes: Mf non-con pedo inc Mdom ws
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Copyright © 1999, Phil Phantom. ALL Rights Reserved



[This story was submitted in one piece by the author. It has been divided into multiple chapters to provide compatibility with wider range of browsers, so chapter limits have no meanings. Storiesonline]

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Chapter 1


Claire Wilson paced nervously and had been nervously pacing since her fifteen-year-old daughter, Amy, returned home from school then went immediately to the backyard studio apartment for another lengthy posing session with Winston McGaffrey.

Converting the detached garage to a rentable studio apartment was a stroke of brilliance, a financial life saver, but renting it out to a pornographer/child molester and then providing him with a luscious child subject, her only child daughter, was a stroke of pure stupidity and irresponsibility. Doing so was also a boon to a sex life that demanded something on the order of a boon.

Claire's sex life since the death of her husband, now going into its second year, was strictly masturbation and fantasy, but permitting Amy to pose for Winny was a boon to that poor excuse for a sex life. He seemed harmless enough, pleasant enough, handsome enough, and seductive enough that Claire didn't think Amy would mind too much if he took a few hundred dirty pictures along with a few minor liberties; and, in fact, after two weeks of almost daily shooting, Amy didn't seem to mind at all, though posing nude did cause her rather bashful teen a bit of a quandary at first.

Amy got over her shyness quickly and was now doing her fifth totally nude shoot. Judging by the way she dropped her books, stripped, donned a bathrobe, then grabbed a quick bite on the way out the back door, posing nude suited her just fine.

Claire paced nervously from 4:15 to 7:00, then anxiously from 7:00 to 8:00, then bordering on panic from 8:00 to 8:17 when Amy entered wearing the robe she went out in, only now, she carried the shoes and the robe wasn't belted, just barely held together.

Amy looked none the worse for wear and relief flooded over Claire. She hugged Amy close, then held her at arm's length to say, "Amy, I was so worried. You went an hour and seventeen minutes over your usual time. What the hell were you doing out there all this time?"

"Yes, exciting wasn't it?"

Claire never got that response before. She studied Amy's blank face trying to discern the underlying meaning, but could not discern it. She said, "I see we need to talk. Let's sit at the table."

Claire led Amy to their small dining table then sat at one corner with her daughter so that she could place a reassuring hand on a bare knee from time to time. She did so right after Amy plopped down letting the robe fall open. Claire couldn't resist letting her eyes dart to the portion of shaved-bald pussy Amy revealed. Aside from noting a shave that wasn't shaved the previous evening, Claire looked for signs of pussy abuse - puffy redness, marks of some kind, traces of semen, a hole that looked fucked. Amy caught her looking.

"What are you looking for, Mother--pubic hair?"

"Huh,... oh, nothing... I've just never seen you sit this way. I guess you're completely over your shyness."

"A girl would have to be to let a man shave her between the legs, wouldn't she?"

"Unless she were tied down. Did he tie you down?"

"No, he didn't tie me down. He doesn't need to. He tells me what pose to get in and I get that way. I stay that way, too. This time, I stayed long enough to get all the hair shaved off. Would you like to see it all? I'll show it to you if you'd like. Would you like me to assume one of my spread beaver poses--the one I got shaved in? Just ask. I don't mind. I'm used to them."

Claire wanted to see a good beaver pose very much but forced her eyes up to say, "Amy, what's wrong? Did something other than a shave happen? Is he not on the up and up?"

"He's up alright. He was very up. Would you like me to tell you all about it?"

"Yes, tell me everything."

"All right, I'll tell you all the juicy details, but first, you have to get naked and masturbate."

"WHAT!" Claire exclaimed while almost falling from her seat.

"You heard me. You're getting your jollies by hearing about my posing sessions. Let's bring that out in the open, the masturbation, too. And, don't tell me you don't masturbate right after I get you all hot and horny and wet between the legs."

Stunned, Claire fired back, "AMY! How dare you! You have no right to talk to me that way, and whether I do or don't is none of your business."

"And what goes on in Winny's studio is none of your business. Can I go, now?... oh... May I go, now?"

"No, you may not. As long as you're my daughter, and a minor, what goes on out there is my business. Besides, he rents his studio from me. If there is anything illegal going on in there, I have a right to know."

"Why? Would you stop it?"

Claire sat before a daughter who was no longer a little girl. Something big had to have happened to change her, because she was still a little girl when she went out that afternoon. The evidence suggested that Winny took more than minor liberties with her minor daughter. Claire knew this might happen, was prepared, and prayed that Winny wouldn't take what he wanted. Amy acted like a virgin who had been effectively seduced and now saw the world with crystal vision.

A denuded pussy went well with Amy's crystal vision. Although the shave was likely intended to make her look even younger, on Amy, it had the opposite effect by revealing just how well developed her organ actually was. This was not a little girl's pussy, this was a young woman's cunt. Amy had a good handful of pussy between her legs, and the owner was now a woman. Claire let that reality settle in as she sat back and said, "That would depend on you. If you wanted me to stop it, I'd stop it."

"I wouldn't want to stop it no matter what. It can't get nasty enough to suit me, not now, not after today. Does that make a difference?"

The flush of arousal hit Claire hard and could not be hidden. Amy smiled at her mother's flushed face, now compounded by embarrassment. Claire said, "Tell me what happened today, Amy."

"Get naked and play with yourself and I'll tell you all about it, Mommy. It's good. He made me be very nasty today. I was a very naughty girl."

"Just tell me, Amy. I am not getting naked."

"Then I'm not telling."

"Amy Catherine Wilson, you tell me what he made you do this instant."

"No. I'm not ever telling you any juicy details until you open up and admit that this turns you on. Mom, you're not fooling me, and I told him all about our after-session talks, so you don't fool him either."

"Amy, how could you! I can just imagine what he must think of me?"

"He thinks the same thing I do."

"And what might that be?"

"He thinks you're hard-up and horny. He thinks you masturbate too much. He thinks you'd like to watch what he does to me, and he now does things, nasty things, very nasty things, the kind of things a horny woman like you would love to see. You would have loved to watch him shave my pussy real, real slow, and that wasn't the nasty, part not by a long shot."

Wearing a bright red flush that was equal parts embarrassed blush and arousal, Claire said, "Amy, you stop playing games and tell me - is that man having sex with you?"

"Do you mean, is he fucking me?"

"AMY!"

"Yes, he said you'd like hearing me use dirty words. I guess he was right. Well, Mother, is that what you mean - is Winny fucking my cunt with his hard cock?"

"Be vulgar if you want, but tell me the truth. Is he having sexual intercourse with you?"

"Can't you tell? You keep looking at my pussy. Would you like me to make you a beaver?"

"I would like you to stop playing games and answer my questions."

"I would like you to be honest and nasty, because the truth is, you are nasty. Get naked, play with your horny pussy, and ask your questions like a nasty, horny Mom. I could make you cum gangbusters if you start being honest."

"I can't do that, Amy. I can't just shed a lifetime of inhibitions just to amuse you."

"I did for you."

"You did that for you, and your lifetime and mine are like comparing apples and oranges."

"I did it for you. I hated posing for that pervert, but you made me go. You made me go back, and you made me keep going back, and you said I had to pose any way he wanted me to pose. You sent me out to him naked, and now I have a bald pussy thanks to you. You practically handed me to him on a silver platter. I'm surprised you never thought to tie a fancy bow on my butt. Now, I'm hooked on this nasty shit, and I have you to thank for that. Thanks?"

Yes, little Amy now had crystal vision along with a real potty mouth. Claire tried to adjust to both while saying, "You're welcome... Look, I'll admit, I did push you, but I never dreamed this would go beyond dirty pictures, and I knew you'd enjoy it after you shed your inhibitions. I wish someone had done that for me when I was your age. My uptight inhibitions are crippling. The point is, you love going back, now, so stop playing the martyred daughter routine. You're getting exactly what you want, so stop whining and start sharing."

"Bull! I'm not getting exactly what I want. I am not getting fucked, and that's what I'm whining about. I am also pissed about being used by you. If you want me to share, then you have to open up and share with me. I want to see you naked, and I want to watch you masturbate while I'm telling you about the session. I want to watch you cum."

"Tough tittie. I'm sorry, but I do not do that except in private. Your father rarely saw me nude in daylight, and he never saw me masturbate. No one has ever seen me masturbate. No one will ever see me masturbate. I simply can't do that, not even if someone held a gun to my head. I might if someone held a gun to your head, but we'd have to be getting along perfectly. If it happened right now, you'd get your brains blown out."

"Shit, Mom, what is the big deal? Everybody does it. Every girl does it. Every woman does it, and everyone likes to watch other people do it. I wanna watch you do it."

"I'm sorry. I can't change the way I am, not after thirty-four years."

"Look, Mom, if you want this to go farther, Winny wants to see proof that you love what he's doing and won't cause him any trouble. He hasn't fucked me, but he would if he knew you wanted him to. You do want him to, don't you? You'd like to watch, wouldn't you? He'd like that. He wants you to guide his big cock into my little pussy then hold his humongous balls while he fucks me. He'd like you to massage his nuts while he pumps sperm into my fertile womb. He'd like that a lot."

Burning from the barrage of filth and the white-hot images those words conjured up, now sopping wet between the legs, itching to squirm her cunt on the seat for relief, Claire said, "Did he actually say that?"

"Those very words. Do you know what else? I'd like getting knocked up if you were there helping. I dream about you milking his cock into my pussy after he cums, getting every last drop of sperm, then plugging my pussy and taping my thighs together so that I have to soak in sperm."

"He wants to get you pregnant, does he?"

"Yes. Those are the pictures he's after. He likes preggo kiddie porn. I think you two have a great deal in common."

"What on earth would make you think I'd like that?"

"Oh, just a hunch. First off, you knew I'd end up getting fucked, but you never mentioned birth control. You never brought it up to him or me. You sent me to him naked and fertile."

"You are jumping to conclusions, Amy. I assumed he'd act responsibly and take precautions if he didn't. I think I made that clear enough."

"You made it clear that he was not to leave a mark on me, but you never even hinted that he couldn't leave his mark in me. You'd love that, but you'll have to give him a bigger hint if you want to watch me get a bigger belly."

"Amy, I was not hinting at anything. I just didn't think I had to mention that, and mentioning it would be like sending a message that protected sex was okay. I'll admit, I figured he would sooner or later, but like I said, I assumed he'd act responsibly and that you'd be ready for it when he did. I wanted to prevent him from raping you. I never dreamed he'd want to knock you up."

"Bull!"

"Why do you say, bull?"

"I guess it's all the times you've come into my bedroom late at night, exposed my cunt, and sniffed my slit. [Watching Claire turn ten shades of red with her mouth hanging open] Didn't think I was awake, did you? Sometimes, I laid awake for hours, waiting. Sorry to disappoint you, but you've been sniffing virgin pussy."

Claire couldn't stand being looked at, so she stood and paced with her side to Amy. When she made turns and briefly faced her daughter, she saw that Amy was stroking her slit. After that, whenever she turned, she turned inward to catch another glimpse. Amy made the view even more provocative by drawing her right foot up, resting the heel on the seat, then laying her knee down, showing all as her finger slid up and down the slimy vaginal crease.

Amy watched her red-faced mother pace through several turns then said, "You needn't be ashamed. Watching you sniff my slit turned me on like crazy and made me want to get sperm in my pussy. I figured if you smelled fuck between my legs, you might lick it from my slit. Do you think you might lick my fucked pussy if I remained still and pretended to be asleep all through it? I would, you know. I wouldn't want to embarrass you, not if that would keep you from eating my cunt. Place me in any position you like. I'll stay and I'll keep my eyes closed. If I have an orgasm, I'll be quiet. I'll never confront you with what you did, and the only person I'll ever tell is Winny. He'd never confront you either, but he'd like to know all about it. He gets really hard when I tell him about it."

Claire stood with her back to Amy, blushing non-stop, aroused to her limit, trying to remain standing on legs turned to sponge rubber. There ensued a long pregnant pause and then Claire quietly said, "If I were to do that - and we're just assuming - if I did and were ever forced to acknowledge what I had done, the practice would immediately cease."

"I know. So does he. This was his idea. He said we needed to discuss this, bring it out, just this once. He thinks you might feel comfortable about this if we do it this way. He said I should just play rag doll for you so you'd feel free to do anything. I'd like that a lot, especially if you got very nasty and did things in a sixty-nine position, in the nude."

Quite intrigued and still facing away, Claire said, "Are these his wishes or yours, Amy?"

"His and mine. I'd like to get it on with you right in front of him while he takes pictures, but he doubts that would ever happen. He thinks you might be willing to do it this way, though. He likes hearing about it. He'd like it to be better."

Claire thought about this for a few seconds before saying, "If this does get better, it would have to be that way."

"It would be. Naturally, I couldn't do anything for you, what with me playing the sleeping rag doll, but it would still be neat, neat and nasty. I also like the idea of pretending nothing ever happened between us. When we kiss and I smell pussy on your breath, I won't even make a face. Even if your face is all gooey slimy, I'll still give you a big kiss."

Claire turned, looked at the pussy being stroked, then retook her seat after pulling her chair out so that she wouldn't have to lean out to continue getting peeks. She took another peek after getting seated. She then looked into Amy's eyes and said, "We'll see. I don't know what I will or won't do. We'll just have to wait and see."

"You'll have a long wait for a fucked pussy to play with if Winny doesn't get the green light from you."

"What sort of green light is he looking for? I can't just come right out and tell him to do anything he wants with you."

"He knows that, but you could stop by the studio while we're working. You could see what he's doing and show him that you like it. The poses are all very vulgar. A mother would have to be giving her silent okay if she saw and said nothing about it."

"How do I know I'd be welcome?"

"Knock and see if he invites you in."

"On what pretext?"

"Mom, I'm not going to hold your hand. Think of something, and make it totally transparent. Shit, wear something transparent without underwear. Look horny and pathetic. Shave your pussy and let him see it. He loves a shaved bald pussy. Leave a wet spot wherever he has you sit. Play with it, or at least squirm and rub off like you're doing, now, only be more obvious about it."

Claire stopped squirming on the seat with clenched thighs. She looked to Amy, and said, "A woman doesn't like having a man see her this way."

"Yes, but he wants to see you this way. He wants to see you suffer and so do I. Get his cock out and play with it. He'll let you. He'll even let you suck on it, but that cock isn't for you. That cock and the sperm in it is for your daughter."

Squeezing her thighs tightly, Claire moaned, "Oh fuck, Amy!"

"Naughty Mommy. You said the 'F' word."

"Get used to it. Now, tell me about today's session, you nasty little slut."

"Get naked and show me a good beaver."

"I can't, Amy. I'm telling you, I could never do that. Admitting that I do it is all I could ever do, and I'll admit that. Tell me, then I'll go do it in private. You can listen at my bedroom door if you want."

"That's not good enough. I want to see everything."

"Why?"

"Because, I'd like to see you do it the way I have to do it, only I do it while getting my picture taken, up close and personal like. My pussy keeps fogging the lens."

With eyebrows arched high, Claire said, "Is that what he made you do? He had you masturbate?"

"I'm not telling. You'll have to see for yourself."

"Damnit! I am going to pay him a visit - tomorrow."

"Great! We'd love to have you."

"I won't do anything. I'll just watch."

"Do anything or do nothing. We don't care. Just make sure that anything you do encourages him to take more liberties and do more. If you make his cock hard, suggest what he can do with it, and be sure to suggest he cum deep in my fertile pussy. In fact, suggest that he squirt his sperm directly into my womb."

"I could never do that."

"You'll have to if you want a sloppy twat to play with."

"I thought I wasn't going to be confronted with that."

"I slipped. It won't happen again, but you need to know, otherwise you'll be licking at a pussy that is just a wet pussy. That would be sick. That would make me wonder about you. You're not a lesbian, are you, Mom?"

"No, I am not. I am also not the type of mother that encourages a man old enough to be my father to impregnate my minor daughter."

"Too bad. He won't do it unless you do. He won't even fuck me unless you offer him my pussy to fuck; ass, too; mouth, too. He is very strict about that. Believe me, I assured him you wouldn't mind one bit. I don't think he trusts me."

"And what made you so sure I wouldn't mind?"

"I stay awake, remember. I sense your disappointment. I feel your pain. I know what you're looking for when you peel back the lips of my pussy. I know what would drive you to lick my slit and worm your tongue way up my pussy hole."

"What?"

"Gooey fuck - sperm mixed with pussy juice - man cum and girl cum all mixed up - umm, yummy fuck to lick and suck out of my cunt, that's what."

"I had to ask."

"Yes, and you have to ask Winny to make a mess in my pussy for you."

"Like I said, we'll see. I can also see we're at an impasse. I will not get naked and masturbate for you. If you insist on sticking to that demand, I guess I'll just have to see what's going on for myself. Right now, unless you drop that demand, I need to go masturbate."

"I guess so."

"Fine. There's just one thing I need to know, and I need to hear it from your lips, and I don't want to hear anything he planted, coerced, or coached you to say. I want to hear it from you. Do you want these things, Amy? Do you honestly want to get pregnant by this man and do all of the nasty things you've hinted at doing?"

Amy smiled, shrugged out of her robe, brought the other foot up and made a spectacular beaver that made her mother's eyes yawn open. Amy used her fingers to dramatically part the slimy lips, then said, "My pussy can speak for me. Read between the lips. Does this pussy want to get nasty and get knocked up?"

Claire just stared, stared hard at the most gorgeous pussy she ever saw while sucking in her lower lip, stared the way a famished lesbian would. Amy read that stare and said, "Well? Does it?"

"Yes, I'd say so."

"Makes your mouth water, huh? Just think how much better it will be with sperm mixed in, lots of sperm. With balls like Winny has, I'll bet he could flood a cunt like this, fill it to the brim with yummy fuck. When you come to my bedroom tomorrow night, bring a spoon or a straw. Gobble it all up or just take little slurpy licks. You can dine between my legs all you want. Turn the light on so you can see what you're doing. I'm a sound sleeper even with my eyes open. You can even suck on my titties. Do anything. I'll be your little lesbian rag doll."

Claire stood on legs that could barely hold her weight, then went straight to her bedroom and locked the door. Amy smiled to herself, then gave herself the orgasm she needed. Claire gave herself the three she needed, then three more that she wanted.

By the time her mother emerged, Amy had showered and wore only panties - a first. Claire found her reclined on the sectional love seat in a vulgar sprawl reading Playgirl Magazine, looking at the foldout. Obviously, their routine would not return to their normal mother/daughter relationship as was their habit following a photo session, the interrogation about the session, and the post frig-off following the interrogation.

Clearly, things would never be the same again, and this was Amy's way of saying their life together would be one long session that comprised a before, during, and after Winny. Claire wasn't sure how she felt about that, but was mature enough to realize that she had brought this on herself. Amy could not be faulted for being tired of having to live in two worlds. She made her choice at the dining table and was now reaffirming her decision.

Claire wasn't sure she didn't approve of Amy's choice if making a choice was the only way she could go on. Claire could relate, for she had once been in a situation where she couldn't live in two worlds and had to choose. In both their cases, the hedonist path was the path of least resistance, and in both cases, parants made it that way. Claire never started out to follow in her parent's foot steps. It was just recently - seconds ago, actually - that Claire looked down and saw the dirty footy prints.

Claire entered the room, then paused to look at the wet crotch of her daughter's powder blue panties. She said, "Where did you get that magazine?"

"Winny gave it to me. Would you like to see a great cock?"

Claire came over and sat on the padded arm beside Amy's head, looking at the repose of a stud with a semi-erect penis draped over his sculptured thigh. Claire knew she could pass Amy her own message through a word choice. She thought for a moment before saying, "That's a very nice cock."

Amy received the message loud and clear, looked over with a smile - a relief smile, a thank-god smile, a finally-no-more-bullshit smile - and said, "Winny's cock is nicer, bigger, and his balls are more than twice as big."

"How nice for you. A cock like that will split you down the middle."

"Yes, and I can't wait to be split. I want him to shove his cock and his balls in."

"If he's as big as you say, you have your work cut out for you. I'll start buying bigger cucumbers."

They exchanged smiles like two cuke lovers who were in the habit of sniffing their salads. Amy said, "Well, did you give yourself a good cum?"

"Yes."

"How many; you took long enough?"

"Enough."

"Did you fuck yourself with a cuke?"

"That is none of your business. In fact, my masturbation habits are none of your business. I'll thank you not to pry in the future."

"In the future, I'll just watch and hand you things to fuck yourself with."

This was another message, one Claire expected from her give-an-inch-she'll-take-a-mile daughter. Claire had her limits and said, "Put that down. We need to talk, young lady."

Amy set the magazine aside and sat up, patting the space beside her. Claire slid into the space and received a hand on her thigh, rather high up on bare skin having pushed the hem of her house dress to get at high-up bare skin. Claire looked at the hand, now massaging high on the inner thigh with the edge of the hand pressed into the slit. Claire then looked to Amy and said, "Don't you think this is a bit inappropriate?"

"No. I think you have sexy legs, soft and sexy, especially up near your pussy."

Claire swallowed hard while watching her inner thigh flesh being massaged and stroked with her dress up high enough to show the crotch of her panties being wedged into her meaty cunt lips. Amy's hand massaged both inner thighs and made constant contact with the panty material covering inflamed sex lips, moving with a lover's familiarity. The crotch contact was neither accidental nor light, but Claire hadn't felt anything so delightfully wicked since dating back in high school, so she simply watched while saying, "Just see that you restrict your fondling to legs, not pussy."

Amy moved the dress high and tucked the hem inside the waistband of the panties so it would remain high. She pushed the knees apart to the limit their position allowed - approximately eighteen inches - then settled on her side with her cheek resting on the right breast as she resumed feeling up her mother, cupping the crotch and squeezing while saying, "Thanks. This is great. What did you want to talk about?"

Claire watched her daughter's hand squeezing the pulpy sex between her legs and thought defining what was leg and what was pussy needed clarification, but the vaginal massage felt too damn good to make an issue of, so she stared while saying, "We need to establish some rules, Amy. If you want to become sexually active, I have no objection, but I'm still the mother and you're still the daughter. We need to establish a few sensible ground rules."

"Great idea. Boy, your pussy sure is wet - hot and wet. Does this feel good?"

Claire watched her pussy getting a great fondling over panties, more a squeezing massage, and said, "Yes, it feels good, but you stay out of my panties."

"This would feel even better if I could slip my hand in under the leg hole and massage the pussy flesh directly. I don't mind getting my hand wet. Honest. I won't masturbate you if that's what you're worried about. You need a good pussy massage after masturbating for so long."

Claire wanted to draw the line at an external massage, but a bare flesh massage did sound wonderful, and Amy did say she didn't mind getting her hand wet, so against her better judgment, Claire said, "If that's what you want to do, go ahead, but this had best be a massage. I neither want nor need another orgasm, but a nice vaginal massage would feel good."

Amy immediately lifted the panties with one hand and inserted the other. She lifted so hard that the material gave way, completely exposing said wet pussy. The bare-flesh contact made Claire suck a deep breath. The wet massage made her expel that deep breath as one long continuous moan. Claire watched her daughter's hand do wonderful things between her legs, seemingly trying to get as wet as possible before sliding into the hole with three pursed fingers.

Claire couldn't speak, so she observed a vaginal massage not a masturbation. Amy was not trying to induce an orgasm. She was trying to touch everything at once, inside and out, slow, like a massage, keeping firm contact with as much intimate flash as possible, turning her hand one way then the other as though washing her hand in vaginal lubricants.

They both watched intently as the small hand made trips down the slimy slit, dipped into the hole, then emerged to spread the wetness found there over clit, inner lips, outer lips, and all the pink parts between, spreading vaginal slime over the asshole, in the asshole, and up onto the hairy mound as well. This was a vaginal massage/exposure and a very thorough one indeed.

After a few minutes of this vulgar massage, Claire had no secrets below the waist, certainly none between the fleshy lips of her pussy. Amy made extra sure of that, highlighting everything she discovered, commenting on their similarities which were many only on a different scale. Claire eventually relaxed and let Amy have her way with a mature maternal pussy, content to allow her daughter to go from a massage to a full-fledged masturbation.

To encourage her in that direction, Claire ripped the ruined panties off, kicked her slippers off, then brought both bare feet up to the cushions, laying her knees out flat. That wasn't enough of a hint, so she then placed her fingers along both labia lips and pulled out, placing her aching clit out in bold prominence, begging attention which Amy seemed to ignore, continuing her massaging passes, deep probes, just passing over the clit, slowly painting the bright pink nubbin with more twat goo.

Claire found this very pleasant, also very frustrating, but wasn't about to ask to be frigged off. Amy toyed with pussy flesh, showing great interest in what she toyed with while also playing dumb, or just being dense. Amy finally said while stretching out the clit, "Does this feel good, Mom?"

"Yes, very good."

"So, what did you want to discuss?"

Claire watched her throbbing clit get a good pulling and painting, then said, "Uh, I forgot."

"You wanted to lay down some rules of some kind. No masturbating you is one, right?"

"No, I would have no objection as long as you ask first. I can't have you walking up and yanking my panties down so that you can play with my pussy whenever you get the urge. If I'm relaxed and not doing anything, sitting or lying down, help yourself. Under those circumstances, you wouldn't need to ask."

"Great, I'll do that. Well, what are the rules?"

Again, Claire sat through a clit painting, tugging, pulling, pushing, tweaking, twirling - clit torment in the guise of a massage. When Amy returned to the hole and entered with four pursed fingers and a tucked thumb, Claire said, "It just seems we should have some. [watching the entire hand sink in to the slender wrist] I haven't thought about what. Maybe you have some ideas."

Amy made a fist inside her mother's pussy and began moving her arm in simulation of an easy fuck while batting her mother's clit. For Claire, this was maddening, and the effect showed in her expression. Claire had a look like a horny, neglected widow getting a slow fuck by a guy with a dick like Winny's while her young daughter toyed with her clit. Amy let that image sink in before saying, "Well, for one, I should have to do anything Winny wants me to do. I should be like his sex slave, don't you think?"

While getting her clit casually painted, pulled on, and toyed with, teased mercilessly, Claire said, "Yes, absolutely. Whatever he wants, he should get."

"I should be his little whore, huh?"

"I'm sure he'd like that very much."

"That's good, because tomorrow he's bringing over a few horny male dogs."

"WHAT!"

"Well, a whore does anything. Are you going to tell him no dogs?"

This startling news hit Claire right between the legs like a punch in the twat. Never in her wildest imaginings did she picture Winny bringing dogs in on the act. She rarely thought about dogs since childhood. Old, exciting, immature, silly, and disgusting memories flooded back in prompting Clair to casually respond while watching her daughter trying to feel around inside for a G-spot or lost keys. Ignoring her mother's consternation, Amy kept up the maddening pressure. Claire said, "Shouldn't I?"

"That's up to you, but I wouldn't be much of a sex slave if he couldn't take pictures of me sucking and fucking dogs while you watch and play with his cock."

Damn, she found the G-spot and Claire didn't believe there was such a thing. If it wasn't a "G" it was the "F" or the "H" and Amy knew exactly when she got it right. While Amy applied a nice firm massage to the area just under the pubic bone, rubbing her mother's clit with her thumb, holding her like a bowling ball, Claire said, "Oh god, Amy! Would you do that, honestly? Have you already?"

"Not yet, but I would. I think I'd make a good bitch, don't you? Winny says I am very photogenic, and he says I have a bitch pussy between my sexy legs. You saw my pussy. What do you think? Do I have a bitch pussy?"

This was pure blissful torture, like one long orgasm. Claire melted on Amy's delightful fingers while saying, "Yes, I think so."

"Well, then, let's just make it a rule. Whatever mutt he brings over, I'll mate with in the position he wants to film it in. Are you sure that won't bother you watching me mate with dogs?"

Claire began rubbing her own clit as she said, "No, that won't bother me."

"Or sucking on a dog's cock until he cums in my mouth?"

Now rubbing faster, Claire said, "No, I'd like to see that."

"Would you like to see me swallow the dog's cum?"

Faster. "Yes, very much."

"We should make it a rule, huh? I should always swallow any cum that gets in my mouth."

Amy withdrew her hand and Claire immediately replaced it with her own, trying to find that damn spot while saying, "Absolutely. We'll make that a hard and fast rule."

"Wow, Mom, you're masturbating! I guess that really turns you on, huh? Here, I'll hold your cunt open for you so you can use both hands. [slipping to the floor and getting on her knees, pressing down on inner thighs with her forearms] Yeah, that's better. Now, you can get to everything."

Claire could not believe she was actually doing this, nor doing it in such a vulgar manner. Whenever she did imagine masturbating for someone, her legs were together and he sat in a chair several feet away - just looking at a hand rubbing fast. This was unbelievable, something she never imagined because she never fantasized impossible scenarios. Claire watched what she was doing to herself, thrilled that she was doing it, loving it, and couldn't get her cunt open enough or be lewd enough. They worked together. They tried.



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Chapter 2


After several minutes of watching her mother wail on her wide open snatch, Amy said, "Boy, this sure is nasty, isn't it, Mom?"

Claire rubbed the spot but it wasn't the same, so she fell back to her tried and true masturbation technique. Fucking herself with one hand while rubbing her clit furiously with the other, Claire said, "Yes, so nasty. This is how I masturbate. Watch Mommy fuck herself. Look at me shamelessly finger-fucking my horny pussy. See how wet I am."

"No kidding. You're not going to smear that nasty, slimy cunt all over my face tonight, are you?"

"AHHHHH!!!... OH GOD! I'm cumming, Amy! Ummmm... ahhhh... Ohhhh..."

After a killer orgasm, a real loin bucker that Amy had to hang onto, Claire fell into a sprawl with her arms lying at her sides, still in a wide beaver. Amy still held her mother's pussy open, now peering into the hole from inches away. As Claire slowly recovered, she watched her daughter examining the internal parts with index fingers inserted and pulling the hole open. After observing for a minute, Claire said, "Did you lose something up there?"

Amy giggled and said, "Yeah, my watch."

"Very funny."

"I was just watching your girl cum ooze out. You sure make a lot. You're one slimy bitch, Mom."

Claire couldn't believe she could lie so casually in a vulgar spread and watch Amy trying to look up her birth canal, but she did while saying, "All the better to smear you with, my dear."

"That's nasty."

"And screwing dogs isn't?"

"I think it's very nasty, but sucking them off is way nastier. Winny is a very nasty man."

"It would appear so."

"Are you going to shave your pussy for him? He wants you looking pathetic, like a bitch in heat, trying desperately to lure him away from your daughter's tight, young pussy."

"And failing, I suppose?"

"Oh yeah, you won't ever get any, but he wants to see you trying real hard, begging for it, settling for dog cock and being happy to get that. Boy, you sure have a big pussy."

"Thanks a lot. So, the dogs are for me. Is that what you're telling me?"

"Both of us - me first, then you, but they're mostly for you. You'll be the blow job bitch. I'm the fucking bitch."

"My goodness, he is a nasty man to want to photograph mother and daughter bitches."

"Very. Do you want me to shave your bitch pussy for you?"

"I'll have to think about this. I think you've seen about enough of me, Amy. Let go so I can get decent."

Amy eased back and Claire set her feet down. She pulled her dress into place, then looked to Amy who settled back on her heels. Claire said, "Amy, are you sure you want to get this nasty?"

"Yeah, don't you?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure. We may be getting in over our heads. What does he do with these pictures?"

"Sells them."

"Where?"

"Beats me."

"What happens when these pictures start floating around school?"

"I'll meet a new circle of friends, I guess. I think you'll be popular, too. That can't hurt. Men need to know how sexy you look with no clothes on. Show me your tits."

"You've seen enough of me. I'm beginning to think that you're the lesbian."

"No, but I might be bisexual like you."

"Oh, I'm bisexual, am I?"

"If you're not, you sure fooled me. We'll find out tonight, won't we? I think I'll turn in early. [yawn] Boy, am I tired. I think I'll be sound asleep in five minutes."

"Don't expect any nocturnal visitors. I'm in a thinking mood, and you've given me a lot to think about."

"Suit yourself. Just remember, there's a sexy lesbian rag doll just down the hall, and she now sleeps in the nude. Besides, you need to wipe that nasty pussy of yours on something soft."

"Like a little girl's tongue?"

"If she sleeps with her tongue out, I'd say she was asking for it."

"So would I... I just may look in on you."

Amy smiled and picked up her mother's left hand, her fuck-herself hand, her wettest. Amy brought that hand to her mouth, saying, "Let me show you how soft my tongue is."

Amy laved the palm, then sucked each finger before licking the hand all over, front and back, ending with another round of delightful finger sucking. Claire watched the final round of finger sucking while rummaging between her legs with the right hand, getting it sopping went, front and back clear past the wrist. When Amy came off the pinky, Claire offered the other hand. Amy gave that slimy hand a thorough and enthusiastic cleaning ending with a lap job from wrist to finger tips, front and back. She smiled after giving each finger a quick suck, then said, "Imagine what that would feel like between your legs. You'll look in on me now, won't you?"

"I believe I will."

Amy pushed her mother's dress up and spread the legs while bringing her face in, saying, "I'll show you what my tongue will feel like."

Claire watched Amy bring her tongue into the groove and lap upward. She watched several deep, broad-tongue twat laps before the oral attention became quite homosexual. Amy got "into" eating pussy very quickly, and Claire got "into" being eaten by a daughter even quicker. She made a spread for her daughter that was something on the order of a pussy platter with a side of asshole. Amy ate everything on the table until Claire gently pushed on Amy's forehead until she was back on her heels. Claire said, "By the way, you are very bisexual but I'm not - maybe a little, but nothing like you're expecting."

"Yeah, right. Do I have to keep reminding you that I wasn't asleep, not ever."

"If you must know, I was checking you for signs of sexual abuse. Had I seen semen, I assure you, lapping it up would never enter my mind. If your father were alive, he would tell you how I feel about getting sperm in my mouth. I can see I gave you the wrong impression. I can also see how sexually frustrated this nude posing is making you. Honestly, Amy, did you really think I'd buy that bull crap you were shoveling at me with a snow shovel?"

"It's true, Mom."

"Amy, you can stop, now. I didn't buy it then, and I'm not buying it now. I won't punish you for pulling this dumb stunt because I know how frustrating this must be for you. I'm sure he gets you terribly excited, and I'm certain he touches you excessively in places where he shouldn't while setting up the poses. I am also quite certain that he hasn't gone over the line and would never dream of trying unless he had good reason to think I would not object. Your plan was logical for a young girl, but it was also plainly a young girl's fantasy and a desperate cry for relief. Sorry, but you won't get that relief through me."

The realization finally sank in and Amy fell back on her butt, supported in a raised recline on her elbows, shooting a great beaver while saying, "Mom, he's driving my crazy and so are you. I know this turns you on. Why won't you just go along?"

"Because, I don't want my little girl getting herself knocked up. I don't want her playing out a sex slave fantasy, or a whore fantasy, and I certainly don't want her mating outside her species, being bred like a bitch. My god, Amy, how long have you been fantasizing about dogs?"

"He's the one that brought it up and got me thinking about it."

"I see. So, he has been planting nasty seeds, has he?"

"Yeah, sorta, only they tie in with the pictures he wants to take. He is bringing some dogs in tomorrow, but he plans to do poses that suggest bestiality. I know one thing, I won't be getting screwed and after rolling around with a horny mutt for three hours, I'm going to be a fucking wreck. If he thinks I'm going to get in a sixty-nine position and just stare longingly at that doggie dick without sucking it, he's nuts. So are you."

"Do what you want, but if I find out he had a dog in that apartment after I expressly forbade any animals, he'll not only forfeit his cleaning deposit, I may evict him. Furthermore, if I ever examine your pussy and see evidence of sexual abuse, he and I will have words. All I can say is, it had best be canine sperm or he and the police will have words."

"Oh great. Well, you'd better have a talk with him, then, because I told him you wouldn't mind. He wants to believe me, so he might go ahead. I don't want to get him in any trouble on my account, and I doubt I'd stop him if he went for it or let the mutt get some bitch pussy."

"He didn't shave your pussy, did he?"

"No, but he likes them shaved. He went nuts over my shave - not nuts enough to stick a dick in it, so I went and shaved my muff for nothing. I'm going to be a laughing stock in the showers at school... Nobody shaves their muff off, nobody but sluts and lesbos."

"You could just end this, you know."

"I don't want to. I love it, now, all of it, and the nastier it gets, the more I love it."

"Poor thing. Can't you just masturbate and get the relief you need?"

"I do that a lot. I screw myself with everything I can get my hands on, but that's not enough. I need the real thing, a real flesh and blood, throbbing, drooling, cum-spitting cock, and lots of it. I'm ready, more than ready. He turned me into a fucking slut. I can't pass a door knob without wanting to get on it. If I don't get screwed by a real dick real soon, I will go crazy and start humping door knobs, gear shits, fruit, veggies, hot dogs and sausages, baseball bats, a one-armed man's stump, a tree stump, barnyard animals. Hell, just drop me off at the fucking zoo. I'll start with reptiles and work my way up to elephants. [making a more vulgar beaver] Just look what my slut cunt did to these fucking panties. My horny bitch cunt is about to chew the crotch out of them."

Claire, smiling, leaned forward and reached for the waistband of Amy's panties, saying, "Here, lift up, you little slut. Let's get these things off before you ruin them."

Amy lifted and was soon divested of her panties. She then resumed her yawning beaver, displaying her vertical smile while watching for her mother's reaction to it. Claire sat back and gave the bold beaver her lesbian gaze, gave her lips a lick, then waited.

Amy said, "Are you sure you're not bisexual?"

"I admitted that I may be. I do like the scent of a young virgin. I'll admit that. [sniffing the soggy crotch of the panties she still held] Ummm, yes, I do love that scent."

"Wanna lick the real thing?"

"If I do, I'll take my lick while you're sleeping. And let me reaffirm the no-confrontation agreement. Throw that up in my face ever and it'll never happen again. Furthermore, you had best do more than sleep with your tongue out. You're a sleep eater, sleep sucker, whatever, but if you just lie there with your tongue out, I'll just lie in my own bed and fantasize about having a sleep sucking daughter. Unlike you, fantasy is all I need."

"All right, I'm a sleep sucker, but what do I get for being a good sleep sucker with a poor memory?"

Claire and Amy were each gazing on the other's beaver. Claire's dress was still up from Amy's twat lapping. She simply let her legs fall open to present Amy a good beaver, saying, "I'll have to think about that, but I am inclined to make things a bit easier on you."

"Yeah, how?"

Claire moved her right foot up to her daughter's spread and used her big toe to explore vaginal terrain, pushing things about while saying, "I think I may just pop in on you guys tomorrow. For one, I won't say anything about the dogs, if there are dogs. I seriously doubt there will be."

"That would be great, and he said there would be at least one."

Claire inserted the toe while saying, "Tell me, Amy. How into this bestiality thing is he?"

"Pretty into it. He talks about it enough. That might be all he's after. He seems willing to take risks to get that. I can't see how a dog will go along with just posing, and I don't see him stopping anything."

"And you honestly wouldn't mind having sex with a dog?"

"Why would I mind as long as it has a dick. He said I had a bitch pussy between my legs, and I believe him. Whenever I think about dog dicks, my pussy gets wet."

"You must be thinking about them, now, then. Your bitch pussy is sopping wet. I suppose I could express my interest in bestiality poses. Did he tell you to keep that a secret?"

"No, he doesn't tell me to keep anything a secret from you. He's interested in your reaction. After you agreed to let me pose naked, he's not sure what to make of you, especially after he found out that you knew he wasn't a photo journalist or erotic artist."

"I suppose you told him that you told me about his dirty portfolio."

"Yeah, I described how you reacted to all the porn I'd seen. Still, he remembers your warning - pictures only or else. He remembers that."

"You never told me about any bestiality porn. Have you seen any?"

"Yes, lots, but none that he did. I don't think he has ever done any. He just wants to do some. I told him that I told you about his bestiality porn. He thinks that you think that he does bestiality porn with young girl models, and he thinks you love it."

"Amy, if I find out that you're lying to me..."

"I'm not lying to you, not now."

"Why didn't you ever mention seeing bestial porn?"

"I thought you'd freak out. I freaked out when I first saw it, and he showed those to me early on. I sure knew a real pervert had me, and I knew my mom wanted me to be had by him."

"Well, I can see you thinking that, but why didn't you tell me about the doggie stuff if you thought I'd freak and yank you the hell out of there?"

"Because, I knew you were getting off on it, or wanted to score points with him, or were living a fantasy through me. I didn't know what was going on, but I was sure you'd freak and end it all."

"So, why did you tell him that you told me?"

"I didn't do that until I started liking it. I told him that so he'd get brave. I told him three days ago. I told him and he did get brave. That's when he said he'd bring the dogs on Saturday for an all-day shoot. I told him that I told you that and you didn't freak or object. That's sorta why I had to try this. You'd freak tomorrow when he kept me all day with male dogs coming and going. I don't know how many he has, but I think it's more than two. I don't think one or two would last all day."

"Humm, interesting. All right, Amy. I got you into this. I suppose I owe you. I'll take an interest in bestiality so that he'll relax in that regard, but I will also reaffirm my stand on him getting his dick wet in my fertile child. If playing the bitch will satisfy your vaginal itch, I can live with that. At least you can't get pregnant, and I seriously doubt pictures like that will ever surface anywhere around here."

"I doubt it, too. I hear they're super illegal."

"Very. In fact, I'm taking a huge risk by allowing this shit to go on. I'd be what they'd call an accessory, so I hope Winston McGaffrey has his shit together."

"He must. He's been doing this for twenty-five years."

"Yes, but twenty-two of those years may have been spent behind bars."

"He's never been in jail or even arrested."

"So he says. No, I take that back. I had Arnold, your father's cop friend, run a check on him before I rented to him. Winston McGaffrey is his real name and he is clean. He must be doing something right."

"I know one thing. He doesn't take any chances even with a girl that wants it bad. I've been begging him to fuck me from the first day I took all my clothes off. All he does is show me the cock he'd love to do it with. I'm not kidding, Mom. That's the best cock I ever saw, and I've seen a bunch in his porn collection, and not that wimpy Playgirl stuff either. I'm talking rock hard and shooting cum. He has them all beat, and I want that cock in my pussy to the balls more than anything. God, I wanna be his whore so bad. I would be such a good whore for Winny."

"We don't always get what we want. I may sample it. If I do, I'll tell you all about it."

"Well, he said you'd get it before I would."

Claire arched her brows while saying, "So, you thought you'd torpedo that deal, huh?"

"It was worth a shot. I don't want to share. Can I at least watch you get fucked?"

"We'll see. I'm now over my inhibitions with you. If I can masturbate in front of you, fucking would be no problem. I'm making no promises, and all I am agreeing to do is pop in and show interest in his bestial poses. I'm not sure I want to witness any crime. We'll see. I may just show interest and leave smiling. I would think that would be enough assuming he was prepared to take a chance anyway."

"It's better than nothing. At least he might believe the things I told him if you did that, except the part about you not caring if he fucked me and knocked me up. He'll know I lied about that if you threaten him again."

"That's the part I need to think about, Amy. I might be able to live with that. I'm not sure. Seeing that you really do want that does help, and we can always give the baby up for adoption. This could be interesting having a little preggo bitch around the house, taking naps in the nude and sucking in her sleep."

"Mom, I'll take a lot of naps if you'll help get me knocked up. I don't want him to think I lied about that. The idea of pumping cum into my fertile pussy really turns him on, and he wants you to hold his balls while he does it. We talk about that a lot. He likes to imagine that you two are working on this together, like a project. I have him thinking that you want it even more and that's why you made me pose naked for him - to inspire him. Oh, and you shaved my muff off. That was also to inspire him. He wants to believe me, but he doesn't. I figure if he did, he'd have been inspired by now."

"If I decide to go along, that's how I'd want it done - openly, as a project. I'll convince him that I want this as much, if not more, than he does. A lot will depend on how well you sleep suck and develop total amnesia afterward. You look sleepy. Why don't you turn in early. I'll be along to check on you after I take a nice hot bath and shave."

"I'll shave it for you. I'll shave it real good then see how close I shave using my soft tongue."

"Maybe some other time. You'd take too long and I'm eager to find out how badly you want to bear Mr. McGaffrey's bastard child. I am also eager to find out if virgin pussy tastes as good as it smells."

Claire extracted her toe from a very comfy-fitting toe warmer, stood, helped Amy to her feet, then turned her toward her bedroom and sent her on her way with a playful butt smack. Amy danced down the hall like a slut about to get eaten for the first time.

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Claire gingerly settled into two-inches of hot water, then lathered her crotch. While shaving away her pubic hair, she thought about all the what-ifs their new sexual openness would bring about, not just between her and Amy but her and Winny. The idea of her and her sexy tenant becoming sexual had never left her mind since he checked-out good and moved into the apartment, now going on two months.

Besides being an elderly hunk with a very respectable trouser lump, Winny was a model tenant, on time with the rent, quiet, no trouble; and until recently, two weeks come Saturday, raised no alarm bells regarding her lovely daughter. When he did raise the alarm, it was a siren's wail. Claire's gut instinct screamed, "He's a child molesting pervert posing as a professional photographer," but he was so nice and kind. Against her better judgment, Claire encouraged Amy to pose for him. Amy also saw through him right away, told her mother everything, and expected to be saved not reassured, calmed, and sent back for more and more until she found herself stripping naked for the old fart with a humungous dick in his pants.

Getting Amy beyond that first frightening week was touch and go, but they finally crossed that hurdle. Now, Amy was willing and eager for anything and everything and wanted her mother deeply involved. Claire hadn't counted on that, nor had she expected unprotected intercourse to become a part of Winny's molestation. Knocking up a little bitch... well, that was pretty kinky, but a kink Claire could get into with the right man and the right little bitch. She certainly had the right little bitch for it. Bestiality never once entered her mind. She should have freaked but didn't, and she wondered why. Perhaps she was just too shocked and amazed to be freaked.

Claire went over her denuded pubes while thinking about her and Amy becoming sexual with each other. That was a huge step as well, one that should have freaked her out but didn't. She wasn't even sure she wanted to play the amnesia game, but it seemed like the wise thing to do. If complications developed, they could always stop doing it and allow the amnesia to become permanent.

Claire thought about what they were about to do, but couldn't deny that she liked the thought of full-blown lesbian sex with her own sexy daughter. Claire marveled at the way she had casually allowed Amy to lick her slit, almost expectantly, like a biker dyke mom saying, "If you want more lunch money, eat me, bitch!"

Claire smiled at the image of Amy's soft tongue moving all through the inner pussy meat, trying to make an impression. What started as a simple lick became a sample eat-out when Claire reached down with both hands and pried the lips wide - shameless, absolutely shameless. Claire still felt no shame even after having time to think about what she'd done - holding out cooperation in exchange for intimate service, waiting until Amy proved herself before even giving hope when the truth was, their positions should have been reversed with Mommy doing all she could to make her little darling happy. This was much better - much, much better because it was so decadent. A man like Winny would like that.

Claire could not stop thinking about Amy and recalled portions of their conversations. If Amy only knew how right-on she'd been about so many things. For one, all the pushing was to inspire intercourse, and now Claire didn't care whether it was protected or not. She regretted her firm warnings almost from the start and tried to counter them with contradictory actions, such as never prying, never interfering, never setting any time limits, and sending Amy to him nude under a shorty robe, even barefoot with instructions to pose for him in any position he liked... well, if that wasn't trying to inspire a child molester to act, noting was.

That was the intent, and getting Amy to shave off her precious muff, or doing it for her, was the next desperate step. Claire was becoming that desperate to "get the fucking started." The sessions weren't good enough. What kind of child molester was he, anyway. Couldn't he take a fucking hint. Clair smiled and settled back, thinking, "Winny couldn't, but Amy sure could." Yes, their positions should have been reversed. Fortunately, Amy wasn't wise enough to figure that out. No, this was working out perfectly - a kind and friendly molester and a horny child, both willing to do anything to make the mommy happy.

Claire never tried girl sex but had always thought about it. Once Amy blossomed into her young womanly body, Claire's number one choice for a partner was beautiful, young, firm, silky-soft Amy. It was comforting to know that Amy wanted her just as badly, maybe more, and it wasn't an act. The girl had a strong sexual crush on her mommy and Claire languished in that realization, though she also realized she had Winny to thank for planting that nasty seed as well.

Claire admired her own body and could see why Amy was curious. She had never seen much of it and they were built so much alike. It would almost be like making love to one's self. Excitement grew. Claire knew that full-blown, uninhibited sex would be great for both of them. She shaved her legs to make sure, rinsed well to make extra sure, then dabbed on Amy's favorite perfume to make certain.

Claire went naked to Amy's bedroom and found her lying nude in a sprawl on top of the covers with the lights on. She looked like a virgin offering and Claire just gazed on her sexy daughter while wearing a warm loving smile.

Claire entered and scooped the limp body up in her arms, then dipped her head and sucked on a firm nipple. Amy stifled a giggle. Claire carried Amy to the master bedroom where she laid her out on the bed. The poor kid could barely contain her excitement while wearing a full-body blush of arousal, trying hard to feign sleep. Claire couldn't resist tormenting her. Payback's a mother.

Claire sat at the edge of the bed facing Amy's head, then laid over Amy's left leg, supporting herself on her left elbow which rested between Amy's legs. In this position, she toyed with pussy while breathing her hot breath over sensitive membranes. This, alone, was killing Amy. Her body grew tense all over and her face showed a grimace of restraint.

Claire smiled a vengeful smile then licked lightly. Amy groaned. Claire licked the full length of the slit. Amy grew stiff as a sailor's dick. Claire lapped deep in the oily slit and Amy rolled her head from side to side. Claire smiled then wiggled her tongue up the hole and made Amy cry out, "Ummmaguhnahmmm." Or something like that.

Claire tormented her child for ten long minutes before reversing their positions and throwing a leg over Amy's head. Claire's cunt immediately attracted a sucker with a voracious appetite that so threw Claire, all she could do was hug tightly to her daughter's ass with her cheek pressed to the hairless pubic mound.

Claire kept making the beaver better until she rolled fully over Amy and stood in the elevated splits with her yawning cunt poised right over the sucking mouth, moaning continuously. Amy sucked a violent orgasm out of her mother, then lapped at the copious spend like a famished lesbian, often with her tongue so deep it felt like Amy were licking slut slime off the back wall of her womb.

When Claire could gather her wits and bearings, she attacked Amy's pussy. They devoured each other, sucking each other to orgasm, lapping the spend, then rolling over to do it again. For a full hour, all they did was suck cunt and lap girl cum, rolling around on the bed.

Eventually, Claire broke free and reversed her position, getting over her daughter as lovers do. They looked deep in each other's eyes and then kissed as lovers do. They kissed and kissed then lapped each other's faces. They nursed on each other, tongued each other's assholes, and licked more pussy.

At one point, Amy straddled her mother's head in a squat and ground her cunt against her mother's face while holding to her head, clutching her head, face fucking her mother. Claire loved being used in such a vulgar manner, lent herself to the abuse, though the act did stretch sleep activities beyond any credible limit.

They did this to each other in a variety of positions. Face fucking became their thing. They face-fucked each other long into the night and then fell asleep in each other's arms well after midnight.

Claire awoke at first light and looked at her child/lover. She was beautiful, sleeping soundly. The sleeping child, looking so innocent, made Claire think about what they were getting into with Winny and how terribly wrong it was to push Amy into a pervert's den. They didn't need that, now. They had each other. What they now had was safe sex and thoroughly satisfying. The relationship felt right, and no one would get hurt or pregnant.

She then thought about Amy and what she wanted, truly wanted. Claire couldn't blame her. Sex was one thing but a sexually active bisexual female needs fucking. Amy needed fucking. If she didn't get it, she'd never be a totally happy camper. Claire could relate. A dick would be a nice addition.

Claire studied Amy with the realization that the little minx just looked innocent. The kid was a slut, a lesbo slut, and she'd better learn how to shower like one. Pubic hair won't grow back quickly. Claire gently picked Amy up and carried her back to her bed where she was tucked in and kissed on the forehead. Claire then went to the kitchen to put coffee on and think.

One hour later, four cups of coffee later, sleepy-eyed Amy, nude Amy, wandered out rubbing her eyes. Claire said, "Did you sleep well, dear?"

Amy looked to her mother and developed a warm smile, then said, "Yes, that was the best sleep ever. I can't wait to go to sleep again. I think I'll take a nap. Would you like me to take a nap?"

"I'd like you to sit down and talk to me."

Amy came over and sat kitty corner to her mother. Claire said, "Sweetheart, I've done a terrible thing by getting you wrapped up with this pervert. I didn't realize he was that bad. I thought he'd just wanted dirty pictures, and I thought that would be good for you and help you get over your inhibitions."

"You were right. I don't have any."

"Yes, and I think that's good. Everything else is bad, though. Well, everything except napping."

Amy smiled and said, "Am I a good napper?"

"You know you are, and I hope you get plenty of sleep from now on."

"Just tell me when I look sleepy, okay?"

"I will. We do have a problem, though. I want this shit with Winny to stop."

Amy whined, "Mom, it's just now getting good."

"Not for a mother, and not for a girl that hasn't been corrupted. This is very bad and you know it."

"I don't think it's bad at all. You don't know Winny very well. He's more scared than you are. He's the one that's in way over his head. I'm the one pushing him and now I'm pulling you. I'd like to get you two together. He's as horny and lonely as you are, and he's nuts about you."

"He is not a lonely horny man. He's a pornographer, and he probably knows a slew of bimbos."

"No, he's not, and no he doesn't. He's a retired photo journalist and he'd like to do erotic nudes for his own private collection. I made that up about his porno collection. He has some videos, but he didn't want to show them to me. I had to beg. He doesn't have much, but they're real good, especially the doggie one. Mostly, all he has are some Penthouse, Playboy, and a few Playgirl magazines, and I stole the one I have."

"Amy, I don't know what to believe anymore."

"I know, and he feels the same way. My credibility with both of you is in the toilet. I'm not good at this, but I do want you guys to get together and screw each other even if I have to drag you both together and stick the dick in for you."

"Is he bringing dogs over?"

"He said he would, but he won't. He'll chicken out. He doesn't believe you'd really want that, and he doesn't believe that I told you he specializes in bestiality with young girls. He sees through me better than you do."

"Amy, you listen to me and you listen good. I need to know exactly what has really been going on. I'm interested in Winny, very interested, but I need to know what he's all about so that I can make the right moves. I know you think you know what you're doing, but you obviously don't."

"I guess not. He is coming around, though. He's interested in seeing some bestiality."

"So, that was all your idea, was it?"

"Yeah. I have a dirty mind, but he likes my idea and my dirty mind - honest."

"All right, now let's have honesty. I want the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

"Oh, all right. The truth is, I pose for erotic photos, nothing nasty, and I've never seen his dick. I've seen it get hard inside his pants, but he even tries to hide that. He is big. I know that much. I also know it's you he wants. I don't think he'd ever fuck me unless you asked him to. Mom, Winny is not a pervert or a child molester. He is a very nice man and he's a gentleman. He treats me like a lady and corrects me if I use a dirty word or show a beaver. Well, he used to. He gave that up a couple of days ago. He never made me masturbate, I just did. He watched, but he didn't take any pictures. He won't take any pictures of my beavers, either."

"Well, I'm relieved. You say he's interested in me. Do you mean sexually or romantically."

"Both. I think he's in love. He'd ask you out if he weren't such a chicken. He keeps telling me he needs to see more signs that you'd be interested in an older man. I told him to show you his cock and you'd get interested real quick. I got a lecture for not saying penis and another for portraying you that way. He thinks you're an angel. I wish he could have seen you last night... oops... on the sofa, I mean."

"You'd better mean on the sofa."

"Nothing at all happened after that. I would have to mean the sofa. I went to bed after that and I just now woke up. Why, did something else happen that I should remember?"

"No, nothing. I looked in on you, tucked you in, then kissed your forehead."

"That's what I thought because I fell asleep on top of the covers but woke up tucked in."

They each smiled. The game was unnecessary, just fun. Amy said, "Mom, go help Winny get over his shyness. You'll fall in love with him. I know you will."

"Sweetheart, I may be already, now that I know I didn't judge him wrong. I've been strongly attracted from the very start."

"He felt it, but he's not sure. Mom, he's very shy, more like he's afraid he'll blow it with you."

"Okay, what does he need from me to make his move?"

"He is very horny for you. He thinks you are very sexy and very horny."

"He finds that attractive, does he?"

"He must. He gets super hard when we talk about how horny you are. He'll make his move when he thinks you are super horny, and he won't trust me to tell him when that is. He'll have to see it."

"See it how?"

"Be sexy and horny. Keep looking at his dick and be affectionate, you know, touchy feely. Sit close and lay your hand on his thigh, kinda let it drift over the bulge and don't pull it away. Snuggle, then get your hand in his pants."

"I couldn't do that. You're talking slutty, not sexy and horny."

"Well, you can act slutty and horny, and you won't have to act horny. Just be yourself."

"I won't argue with you on that score. I suppose I could act slutty. I certainly feel slutty."

"Mom, you'll have to seduce him. I'm serious. He could never make any of the first moves, but he wants to be moved on. He does think you're horny and hard-up. He never corrects me when I tell him how horny and hard-up you are. He only makes excuses for you - the widow still pining over the loss of her mate. Act horny and hard-up. You're through pining, now you need to get laid and you don't care if your daughter watches. You want her to watch."



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Chapter 3


"A mother would never want her daughter to watch."

"Normal mothers and daughters, but he thinks we're lovers and that we sleep together."

"So, that crap about sniffing your slit was another lie?"

"Yes. What I described was more like what we did last night, so it's not a lie, now. That lesbian incest stuff makes his dick get hard, so please don't tell him I lied about that, too."

"You look me in the eyes and tell me the truth, damnit! Does he honestly believe that and like it?"

"Mom, I swear, he loves it and wants to believe it. I don't know if he really does because he has never seen any evidence, and I think he knows that the pussy juice he sees and smells on my face came from between my own legs. He knows I'll do anything to get him horny enough to fuck me, but he never calls me on that. Like I said, he wants to believe it's true. Honest."

"I see. I suppose you realize we'd have to live as lesbian lovers should he move in with us, or even spend much time with us. He'll expect to find you in my bed when he and I go to make love."

"Okay by me, as long as he never finds out I lied."

Claire reached out and cupped Amy's face, saying, "Are you sure you won't mind playing my lesbian lover and doing all the things lesbian lovers do for each other in front of Winny in order to carry out this ruse."

"No, not at all. Do you want me to show you how I'll act in front of him?"

"Yes, I'd like to see if you can pull this off and be convincing."

Claire made a beaver for Amy to prove herself on, but Amy got up and climbed onto Claire's chair, grabbed her by the head, and pulled her face into a yawning crotch. It all happened so fast, Claire was getting her face fucked before she knew what hit her with Amy crying out, "Suck my cunt, you lesbian bitch! Eat that nasty pussy, you twat sucking whore!"

When Claire got her wits, she picked Amy up and set her on her feet. Claire's face was totally slimed. She wiped and said, "You little slut."

"Well, you said do what lesbians do. Isn't that what they do?"

"Very funny. If you ever do that in front of a man like Winny, he'll go screaming from the house."

"You're saying I should tone it down a bit, then."

"A bit, yes."

"I'll make a note - no face fucking."

"I didn't say no face fucking, just ease into it. Give me time to start with kisses, then feels, little clitty flicks, then pussy licks, then fuck my face."

"Gotcha. Here, let me try again."

"Sit down and listen carefully. I'm going to go after Winny, but you just play it cool. Children should be seen not heard, but when you and I kiss, he should see a lovers kiss that embarrasses me. I'll break it off, but not before he gets all the proof he needs that we are indeed lovers. You be very sexually affectionate with me until I have to just come right out and admit it. I'll also admit that I'm horny, lonely, and had to have something. I'll then beg his indulgence."

"That would be great, Mom. He'll tell you not to worry about being free and open with him, that he thinks mother/daughter incest is beautiful, blah, blah, blah, and then he'll want to take pictures of us in poses suggesting a deep mother/daughter loving relationship. If you go along and show him a deep sexual relationship, you'll be fucking in no time, and I'll get to lick you while you're fucking."

"Yes, and you'll lick up all the fucking mess we make."

"That's the best part - yummy fuck. That's how you keep a girl like me happy. Give her lots of fresh yummy fuck to eat."

"We'll see if we can't keep you happy, then. I may even share my stud with you. Would you like that?"

"Would I! If you'll do that, I'll fuck your face good."

"I can't say I'll enjoy a face fuck that gets any messier than it already is, but I'm willing to give it a shot. Go on. Get ready. It's almost eight."

"I am ready. I think I'll go to him all the way naked this time. No one will see, and he'd get a charge out of it, especially if there was pussy slime all over my neck and back. There's no way I could do that to myself. Slime me."

"I think you should take a bath and get pretty. I might slime you afterward. Let me think about this."

"Okay. Can I put on some of your makeup?"

"Go easy on the makeup, very easy. He wants an innocent young girl, not a little street whore."

"You're right about that. I'll go easy."

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Claire smiled as her excited daughter pranced off to the bathroom. She then sat back and thought about Winny. She read him right the first time and was relieved to see she could still judge character at a glance. She was beginning to wonder.

Amy returned thirty minutes later looking lovely, still naked, and wearing makeup expertly applied in moderation. She did a slow turn while saying, "How do I look?"

"Except for that shaved pussy you look sexy and innocent."

Facing front, she said, "I've already blown the innocent bit, blown it to bits, so I'm not going to act innocent. I'm a horny little slut and he knows it."

"If you blew it, you blew it."

Amy knelt with her back to her mother and pulled her long hair away from her neck, saying, "Okay, slime me good."

Claire got up and straddled Amy in a squat, bringing a slobbery-wet cunt against dry neck skin, whereupon she began sliming, making Amy giggle and say, "This feels nasty."

"To me, too. Do you want your whole back slimed?"

"Yeah, all over. I wanna reek."

"I have good news for you. I saw Winny bring a dog into the apartment."

"Really! What kind?"

"Male."

"No!... How big?"

"Ten inches."

"Mom!"

"It looks like a black lab, at least he has a lot of lab in him and under him."

"Great! Did you see his cock?"

"I saw that he had one, but it wasn't out. As dogs go, I think this one is hung. He was swinging. Amy, are you sure you want to get screwed by a dog?"

"Fuck yes. I want to suck him off, too. I can't believe Winny actually did it. I guess I finally got to him."

"He looked awfully nervous. He was trying to sneak him in."

"Yeah, he would be nervous."

"He won't invite me in, Amy."

"Probably not. Don't wait for the invitation. When he answers the door, just come in. He wouldn't try to stop you."

"If I entered and found you mating with a dog or sucking him off, that would be very awkward for us."

"You're saying I should cool it and just do the suggestive poses. Is that it?"

"Yes. I can act curious about that. I'd like him to sell me on the innocence of what I'm seeing."

"He could, but when you buy into it, see that you look horny."

"Amy, I know how to take it from there. Give me a little credit, will you. And let this slimed back serve as proof of our lesbian relationship. We don't need to go into any act that he'll see right through. Just tell him that you told me that he knew but didn't believe you, and that you talked me into doing this. When I see him, I'll fess up. That should do it, now go while it's still glistening wet. I'll be along in under an hour, but don't tell him."

Claire stepped away. Amy got up, kissed her mother, then left the house. Claire watched Amy cross the back yard from the kitchen window. Winny watched from his kitchenette window. He left the window to greet Amy at the door. Claire saw Amy turn her back and move her hair. She saw Winny sniff then touch several places, sniff again, then look toward the big house. Claire moved back in shadow wearing a wry smile.

She waited a minute, then eased forward in time to see Winny ushering Amy inside. Claire then went to bathe, shave, and get lovely. For clothing, she opted for her short button-down-the front sun dress with sandals, the dress she usually wore over her swimsuit, but she wore the dress over nothing. With a strong background light, anyone in front could tell. At his side door, the morning sun would be at her back quarter. He'd notice unless he was blind. Winny had twenty-twenty vision and the crisp morning air would make her nipples cry out for eyeball attention. Even in the subdued light of her bedroom, Claire could see her nipples quite well. He'd see the goose bumps.

Claire waited forty minutes, then couldn't take the wait any longer. She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, then headed out. The cool air immediately set her nipples at full pucker. By the time Claire reached his door, she had to pause to look. DAMN! She looked down her front and said, "FUCK!"

She had good reason to say fuck. Her dress had become transparent. She may as well have come over in the nude. She certainly looked like a horny widow on the prowl for penis, but that wasn't the look she was after - not quite. She debated going back for panties, at least, but finally said, "Oh, what the fuck." She knocked.

Claire heard a panicked hustling. She knocked again. She heard Amy trying to calm him. He tried to get her to cover up. She heard them argue about hiding the dog, and heard Amy tell him that her mom already saw the dog. Claire knocked harder.

Winny finally opened the door and looked busted cold, but then took in Claire's outfit and changed to busted by a horny widow out prowling for cock. Claire smiled and said, "I got bored and wondered if you'd mind my sitting in."

"Well, I uh..."

"I'll be no trouble."

"It's not that, it's just..."

"Oh, come now, Winston. I know my daughter is posing nude for you. You know I have no objection, and I have always wanted to see a professional work."

"I appreciate that Mrs. Wilson, but your being here will inhibit me as well as Amy, and... well... it is rather awkward."

"All right, I'll just come right out and admit why I'm here. Amy told me you'd be shooting bestiality poses. I saw the dog. I'm a big fan of the subject. I'm very interested. I may even be willing to do some posing. I might even pose nude with Amy."

With brows lifted, he said, "Are you serious?"

"I'm nude under this dress; that's how serious I am."

"Yes, so I see. Well, do come in, Mrs. Wilson."

"Please... Claire."

"Call me, Winny."

After he shut the door, they were standing intimately close, almost in a lover's embrace without arms hugging each other. She looked up, smiling as she said, "It's about time we got on a first-name basis. Would you like me to get naked... so that Amy won't feel uncomfortable?"

Pleasantly thrilled, he smiled big and said, "If you don't mind - yes, please do."

Claire said, "Would you care to do the honors? It's been a long time since a man took my clothes off. It would give me a cheap thrill if you stripped me."

Winny looked down at a gorgeous woman offering her buttons with arms hanging back. He smiled and began undoing buttons from the top, saying, "It is, indeed, an honor, Claire. I see where your daughter gets her fine skin tone and photogenic qualities. You have lovely breasts, Claire, absolutely lovely."

"Thank you. I wish they still stood tall on my chest. They used to."

"There is nothing at all wrong with these breasts, Claire - nothing."

Amy had come up beside them and reached to a pert nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger as Winny undid the buttons below the waist. She said, "Didn't I tell you she was horny? If you think her tits are great, wait till you see her bald bitch pussy, and I got to shave it bald."

While looking down on the bald mound, Winny said, "Amy, that's no way to talk about your mother."

Claire said, "That's alright. I'm used to it, and there's no denying it - I am horny. I suppose she told you we have become sexually intimate."

"Yes, she did, and I think that's a beautiful thing."

Shrugging off the dress, Claire said, "I don't know about beautiful, but it gets me by."

"Well, it is beautiful, and so are you, Claire, very beautiful. You are a vision of feminine loveliness."

Amy said while dropping to her knees, "Yeah, and check out her bitch pussy, Winny. Is this a bitch pussy between her legs or what?"

Winny was looking down at the pussy Amy toyed with as he said, "Amy, please, don't be vulgar."

Claire said, "Yes, Amy, don't be vulgar. There's a place for that but not in the presence of a gentleman."

The gentleman dropped to his knees to get the guided tour of the mommy's pussy. Claire could now see that Winny would have no problem. He no longer corrected Amy's vulgarity, and at her suggestion, fingered the bitch's wet pussy to the palm. Horny slut seemed to be working, so Claire widened her knees to make things easier, figuring that a horny slut would be expected to do that if two people were interested in her pussy. The two who had settled between the span of her feet were expressing great interest.

Since the topic of discussion was bitches and their pussies, Claire remembered they had an expert on the subject and wondered why he hadn't nosed in and offered his opinion. She looked around and saw him attached to a leash which was hung on the arm of Winny's heavy oak chair which he used as a director's chair set before the bed which was ringed with lighting equipment.

The dog looked interested, looked eager to join them, and looked eager to offer an opinion. Claire now saw his dick, an impressive, heavy-looking dick with six inches sticking out of the sheath. He wanted at somebody. Other than girlish fantasy, Claire had never given bestiality serious thought, but seeing the clean animal with such a fine endowment she considered it - seriously. There was a time in her youth when mutts were all she ever thought about. Seeing such a fine specimen made her feel young and nasty again.

They were still playing with and discussing her pussy, poking and prodding, pulling pieces and parts this way and that as though the organ were detached from its host. Claire found it odd that she felt no inhibition, no shame, none, and wasn't offended by being treated like a host to a cunt - a bitch pussy. Never in her life could she have stood for what they were doing and saying about her, but she not only stood, she stood in a vulgar half-squat with her knees bowed out, framing her sex with hands gripping her inner thighs, and she wanted the lurid discussion to go on and on.

Claire lewdly placed her cunt on display for them, inviting the comments and the manner by the way she lent herself to that treatment, as though she thought of herself as a mobile vagina display. Had anyone suggest she lie on her back a raise her ass up then place her legs out in the splits, she'd have gone right into the pose. As it was, a pose like that wasn't necessary. They saw and had access to everything between her legs.

Claire, in fact, became a third observer, hunched over, peering between her legs as though seeing her pussy for the first time like someone who just discovered that between her legs was a juicy and fuckable cunt. When they peered up her hole, she wanted a look, too, but no on offered a mirror. How inconsiderate. It was as if she weren't there when in fact, they were simply too absorbed with their explorations.

Claire didn't mind. This was a thrill beyond her wildest imaginings, for behind her shyness in regards to public masturbation was her modesty with regards to showing the core of her sexual being. The outside of a pussy was sexy, but the inside was just vulgar, stuff for doctors to see, and the outside should be shrouded in hair to help conceal the inside. You don't shave all the hair off then open the sucker up and allow someone to stare. You certainly don't let anyone look inside the hole without a license.

Doing things one shouldn't do turned out to be terribly thrilling. Toward that end, Claire used her index fingers to hook the lips and expose more pink meat when their attentions went south to the holes. Claire kept all the wrinkles out and kept her meaty clit out in the open, inviting abuse. Amy was quick to take advantage. She'd tug, flick, poke, flip and treat the delicate flesh irreverently, then invite Winny to do likewise - and he did with Claire acting like it belonged to some other slut.

Claire watched intently and listened in as Amy said, "You'd like to fuck this pussy, wouldn't you?"

"I think any man would. This is excellent pussy - excellent!"

"Yeah, and she wants her pussy fucked. She needs fucking. She hasn't been fucked in years."

"Do tell. Don't you two own a strap-on dildo?"

"Sure, but she needs a flesh and blood cock that shoots sperm, like the one you have. This one. This is the cock she wants fucking her horny cunt. She wants it so bad, she'll take it without a rubber, and she's not on the pill. This is fertile pussy, Winny, and this fertile pussy will suck the cum right out of your balls."

Claire was looking down as Winny was looking up. He waited to see how she felt about her daughter feeling up his dick through his slacks before reacting. Claire smiled and said, "Kids, they say the darndest things."

Winny still had a finger deep inside Claire as he smiled and said, "I must say, Claire, you're full of surprises."

Still holding herself open to his exploratory fingers, certain he made reference to her vulgar offering, Claire said, "I'm horny. What can I say."

Since he didn't stop her, Amy got his dick out and got her mouth over the head. The head was all she could get in her mouth, but once in, she had a lip-lock on that schlong. He slowly stood, bringing her with him while withdrawing his fingers. He and Claire now looked down on a penile parasite as the parasite got serious about giving a blowjob, using both hands, sucking hard after dropping his slacks. He wore no underwear, revealing a foot-long cock sticking straight out from his groin, rock hard and muscular-looking with balls like you'd find on a small bull - a horny widow's dream dick."

The sight demanded comment, so Claire said, "Well, it would appear you've done more than take dirty pictures."

Winny defensively said, "Claire, I swear to you, I have never had my penis out in the presence of your daughter."

"I believe you. I just said it would appear. You have to admit, it does appear that way."

Winny was clearly off balance as he and Claire watched Amy suck dick like a true cock sucker. On the one hand, he was proud of his cock and wanted Claire to see what he was packing, and what he could offer a horny young widow; on the other hand, her daughter was sucking on it, making him look like a dirty old child molester who couldn't be trusted to only take artsy erotic photos. Since he wasn't willing to pull his cock out of her delightful mouth and haul his pants up, he had to admit, it did appear that way.

Claire smiled, came to stand close, and placed her arm around his waist, using her free hand to heft and massage his balls. Together with their bare lower flanks touching, they looked down on an energetic cock sucking. Now feeling a bit more at ease, he put an arm around Claire, came up under her right arm, and cupped her right breast, saying, "Claire, you are more lovely than I ever imagined."

Sliding her ball massaging hand up to grasp the base of his dick, she said, "Thank you, and you are much bigger than I ever imagined... ummm, thicker, too."

"Do you prefer them large?"

"I prefer them hard, but hard and large is perfect. At the moment, this one is absolute perfection."

"You don't seem at all upset about this."

"Why should I be? I expected to see her sucking on that dog. I was told you were shooting bestiality pics today?"

Intrigued, he said, "You like that, do you?"

"I'm here, aren't I? I'm naked, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are. Have you ever..."

"Gotten it on with the mutts? No, but I have a slew of old and dusty muttsy fantasies. When I was going through puberty, we had a very randy Beagle who seemed to sense my need. He carried on a love affair with my leg - only mine. He'd seek me out in a crowd and once he got me in a good doggie death grip, there was no getting him off without a garden hose or ball bat. He didn't get off until he got off - even in a crowd. I got poked in the panties and splashed with semen if you call that getting it on. It got to where I just let him do it."

"I'm sure if we asked the dog he'd say he had you."

"He had me, all right. About once a day for three years. I wore a lot of doggie cum. I swear, Wimpy could squirt half a cup of cum, and I swear he could aim that thing. Fortunately, it was all below the waist, and on me, not in me. Have you... I mean, have you ever witnessed the act?"

"Only on video."

"I've never even seen that. I'd like to. I hear you have a good video. It certainly made an impression on my daughter."

"Yes, one I picked up in Hong Kong - young bitches, big dogs, lots of flea's-eye-view close-ups - good looking babes, too - oral, anal, vaginal, and nothing faked. These girls weren't models paid to do something horrendous. They were human bitches who loved what they were doing. Amy was most enthralled after viewing it. She has seen that video ten times, at least, and each time she hounds me to get her a big dog."

"I can't wait to see it. I'm surprised I never gave Wimpy the real thing. I wanted it more than he did, and everyone in my family figured I was giving it to him. They called me, Bitch, and I was his bitch. I answered to, Bitch, and I eventually allowed him to use me like one... with panties on. I never got down on my hands and knees for him, but I'd sit and stretch my leg out for him. I've been humped at the dinner table more times than I can count."

"That's quite an erotic image. How many sat at your table?"

"Besides me, six: Mom, Dad, two brothers and two sisters, all younger."

"That many, and so young. Now, that's erotic."

"I don't know about erotic. It was certainly vulgar, especially when he got between my legs and grabbed me around the waist and humped. When he'd get me like that, his dick poked me in the crotch and his head was above the table between my breasts, panting and slobbering in my cleavage, humping and pumping. Try eating with that going on. It certainly looked like we were fucking."

"Your parents must have encouraged this behavior."

"They didn't discourage it. They encouraged it in that they refused to assist me in controlling Wimpy. No one would, and I couldn't. Over time it just got very vulgar because I stopped fighting it. Like I said, I was his bitch. When he wanted sex, I let him use me, and it got to where I didn't care who saw as long as it was family. The table nastiness didn't start until I was fifteen and ended six months later when Wimpy got run over. I was just about ready to lose the panties, too."

"I'm sure they bought you another male dog."

"Eight or nine, actually. None worked out. No dog ever acted the way Wimpy did, and when the mutt didn't, they'd trade him in and try a new one."

"Were you helping or hindering?"

"Hindering. No way did I want another Wimpy. I didn't want to lose the panties. This may be hard to believe, but I have always been very shy and modest. Wimpy drove me to hate those damn panties, or shorts, or pants, or anything that would keep me from feeling his naked cock moving between my inner thighs. He drove me to wear immodest attire and almost drove me out of my precious panties. Honestly, I was a few days from saying 'Fuck it, I'm Wimpy's bitch, ' then stripping naked for him whenever he wanted pussy."

"I'm sure that's what they were after."

"Yes, and I was well aware of that. In hindsight, I wish I hadn't had so many hangups and could have gone with it. I would have had a very interesting childhood instead of a very bizarre one. On second thought, I'd have had a very bizarre one instead of a very interesting one."

"Yes, those were my thoughts. No doubt, you'd have become sexually involved with your family members as a result... or did you, anyway?"

"No, but you're right. My father wanted me. I'm not sure about Mom, but she would have watched at the very least. I know they had no qualms about committing incest."

"Do tell."

"There's not much to tell except that I now know that Mom had been screwing my brothers since before they entered puberty and still is. Dad screwed my youngest sister, Darlene. She was twelve when I left home and he had already nailed her. Cathy won't say, but I think she's still putting out to him. Chances are, if I had become Wimpy's bitch - his naked, get-down-on-all-fours bitch, I'd have been the family whore within a week."

"Yes, but oh what memories."

"True, but as it is, oh what fantasies. I have a ton that center around me losing the panties or not being a hindrance to the long line of Wimpy prospects that followed. They all lead to me becoming the family whore. That's what they were actually after. They were using the dogs to try and loosen me up. It almost worked, too. I'm sure, had I done it with any dog, I'd have no qualms about doing it with any human, male of female. I guarded my virginity and ended up missing out on dog fucking - all fucking for that matter. In hindsight, I'd have made a good whore and been happy. I come from a very large family. I'd have been a busy whore even without the mutts getting in line."

Amy took her mouth off the dick to say in exasperation, "Would you two love birds shut the fuck up for five fucking minutes so I can get him to fucking cum. My jaws are aching and your jaws are killing me."

This brought laughter and Winny brought Amy to her feet, saying while turning her to face the eager mutt, "There's your meal, Precious." Then looking to Claire, "Assuming you were serious?"

Claire still had his prodigious member in her stroking fist as she said, "Don't I look serious?"

Amy looked from the cock she wanted back in her mouth to the one being offered, then said, "Are you guys serious? Do you want me to go suck off Samson?"

Claire said, "Don't look at me. I'm just here as an observer. I said, I might join in." Looking to Winny who looked like he needed guidance, she said, "Just go about your business and pretend I'm not here. Pretend I'm just a fly on the wall... no, better yet, a ghost. Flies are a nuisance."

"Well, to be honest, Claire, I never planned to actually involve her in any coupling, just poses that suggest a sexual intimacy. I was only joking when I referred to his member as her meal. I would never expect her to place her mouth on it."

"Either way, I just want to watch as a ghost, meaning I'd rather not have my presence acknowledged. If I feel inclined to indulge myself, I don't want to be stared at."

Winny smiled and said, "I understand, but I would like some clarification before we begin. I've never done this before and... well, things might get out of hand. What I'm saying is, a copulation may result whether planned or not. Samson appears to have his own agenda, and Amy appears to be in heat."

Amy, getting even more frustrated, said, "God damnit, I am in heat, and I have my own agenda. Can we get this mutt fuck and suck show underway before I rape something helpless."

Claire backed away smiling, indicating that she was now a ghost and Winny was on his own. This attitude answered his question and allayed his fears. Turning to Amy, he said, "Why don't you lie down on the bed while I finish setting up the equipment. Do what you need to do to keep your motor running."

Amy flopped on the bed, rolled to her back, spread her legs wide, and began masturbating with both hands - shamelessly. Winny looked to Claire, shaking his head. Claire smiled. Remembering her ghostly desires, he quickly took his eyes off her and busied himself with camera and lighting gear.

Clair watched her uninhibited daughter with envy. How anyone could be so casual about something so personal was beyond her, even after all they'd done. Somehow, having a third party present made all that intimacy irrelevant. Claire could not see herself ever masturbating in front of anyone except Amy, and even had a hard time seeing herself doing that again.

Claire soon tired of watching Amy play with her bitch pussy, or watching Winny's swinging Willy. She eased over to Samson, dropped to one knee, and began petting him, staying just out of reach. He wanted on and strained at the leash, which raised him on his hind legs, throwing his cock almost in her face. He didn't want petting, he wanted stroking, and the part he wanted stroked was pretty obvious.

Conscious of Winny watching in sidelong glances, Claire resisted the impulse to help the horny mutt out, but soon thought, "Why not? I'm a ghost, and we do want this mutt good and horny when he gets on that bed."

With that thought and a few seconds to gather her nerve, she reached, cupped, then stroked the sheath, feeling his powerful manhood... or doghood... his fucking cock move through her fur-lined fingers. He was ready already. The sheath slid back four more inches to reveal all ten inches of doggie dick as thick as a baby's wrist, developing a baseball-size knot two-thirds the way down.

Claire forgot the others and got into masturbating the dog, fascinated with his doghood, the bright red color of the prick itself, the chisel tip, and that knot, now so big it kept the sheath back behind it scrunched up between the knot and the balls - one nasty looking fucker. Claire felt like a very nasty ghost, but she liked jacking off the mutt, and no one stared openly, nor did they avoid looking.

The skill was like riding a bike to an old mutt masturbater. Masturbating Wimpy was a good way to cool his ardor. There were times she did more than masturbate the beast. Some things you don't share with a potential suitor or daughter no matter how intimate you've been. The temptation to place that hot, clean-looking cock in her mouth became stronger with every massaging pump. She also wanted Winny to kiss her at some point and she wasn't sure how he felt about kissing a mutt sucker.

When Winny was ready, he came for the dog, ignoring Claire who stood to get clear, then moved to the far side of the bed, out of the tripod-mounted camera angle, but with an excellent view. Amy had stopped frigging off to watch her lover approach. Winny led - or rather - Samson led Winny to the bitch.

Anyway, the dog got over the bitch and the bitch captured his dick with her pussy with the aid of both hands. Once that happened, they were off to the races, and Winny was left holding a useless leash. So much for poses suggesting intimacy. Amy took all the cock that mutt had to offer and still tried to get more, lifting the poor animal's hind legs off the mattress in the attempt. A mutt who can't get good footing looks mighty damned silly trying to fuck a bitch who won't stay still.

Claire finally sat on the mattress at Amy's hip and said, "Settle down, Amy. Ease down and let him do the work. You can't get that knot inside you, so stop trying. There you go. That's it. Now, let him do the fucking. A good bitch doesn't fuck back. When you do that, you throw him off his rhythm. There you go. Now, you're fucking."

Indeed, they were. At least the dog was fucking. Amy held her cunt steady at the right height to receive his hard, buffeting humps. She seemed to like it, and Winny got behind his camera to film the event. The ex-ghost placed her hand in Amy's crotch to feel the point of entry, getting her hand banged by the knot. Amy was now loving this fuck and her mother made it better by getting her hand in on the action.

Amy loved her first fucking and was about to cum when the dick came out too far and because the hand was in the way, slipped down to the next hole. That thick slab of doghood went up her colon to the knot so fast it made her nose bleed. She wailed and dropped her impaled butt to the mattress. The dick flipped out of her ass and slapped Claire in the face [THWACK!]

Winny knocked over the tripod in his lunge to pull Samson off the girls, but Samson was getting a nut and spraying the bitches. Amy took most, but Claire took two good squirts in the face, adding insult to injury. The slap hurt and now her owie was wet and runny. When she rubbed her face, she made a bigger mess.

Winny finally got Samson under control, off the bed, and tied to the chair again. He returned to find Amy looking at her soiled front. Claire wiped dog cum from her own face with her back hand - both back hands. One by one, they were all soon laughing, and once that started, there was no stopping it.

Slowly, the laughs died down. Claire eyed Winny's cock, now beginning to droop from its former glory achieved while the fuck neared its climax. He was staring at Amy's fingers that were lazily smearing dog cum into her slit. Claire saw a good man she did not want to let get away, and she knew how to hook him and land him.

With a devilish gleam in her eyes, she rolled and straddled Amy's head, getting up on her knees. Amy immediately went after the cunt over her face and Winny's eyes went wide on seeing this mother/daughter debauch. Claire then reached out and drew Amy's legs back, sliding her hands out to the ankles. She then pulled them back and laid them wide, opening her daughter up fully to the man with a cock rising to salute the spread.

Claire said, "Fuck my daughter, Winny. Cum in her fertile pussy. Let's make a bastard in this sexy little bitch."

Those words were music to Amy's ears and just what Winny wanted to hear. He crawled on his knees with a rampant erection in hand, aimed at a wide target, eager to please the mommy. He was in no rush, wanting to make it good for Claire, and he made it very good, taking possession inch by inch, making Amy squirm and beg. There was no holding that bitch still once she had a real flesh and blood dick in her.

Amy finally took full possession and Claire turned loose so she could fuck it. Winny held steady. For a while, he and Claire watched the pussy work out, then their eyes met, they drew closer, and fell into a lover's embrace. They kissed like prom dates while the little girl fucked herself and ate pussy. They had orgasms while kissing - the best kiss ever - both agreed. Amy was delirious after her three orgasms. Still, she tried to fuck a spent weapon.

Winny proposed to Claire with his spent dick still in her daughter. Claire accepted with her daughter's tongue so far up her birth canal, Claire thought Amy was trying to re-enter the womb. To say they lived happily ever after would be an understatement, but they did, especially after Winny met and hit it off with Claire's parents.

They finally had their family whore and a family reunion was called to celebrate the event. Claire soon made memories to replace old, musty, muttsy fantasies. Amy got all the cock a little girl could ever want, and Winston McGaffrey got the pictures.

Happy ever after is an understatement, but it's a good place to end.


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Posted:  2005-04-06
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