Date: Tue, 27 May 2003 22:36:36 -0400
From: BPsmith <bbpsmth@rogers.com>
Subject: Metaxa madness. Ch 2

Metaxa  madness.
(FF,inc,toys.)


By: Pornsmith.


Chapter 2.

        The goodnight kiss in the car became a very long one, and it was
obvious that the two lovebirds had no intention of ending it quickly. The
house was in almost complete darkness with only a small TV light above the
color set, and I guess Anne thought I was asleep, and so there was no
reason for her to come in. Especially as things out there seemed to get
better all the time. I couldn't tell exactly when her date took out his
cock, but all at once he changed positions and at the same time Anne leaned
forward over him as if looking down at his crotch. I saw her shoulder move
in a slow, pumping rhythm and I realized that she was jacking him off. I
could picture her long slender fingers around his prick, her hand moving up
and down, and I felt my juices dampening my thighs under the nightshirt.
Straining to see more, I squeezed both my big, slightly pendulous tits,
imagining that my hands were filled with the guy's thick hard cock. The
action was still pretty heavy, and I swear I saw the little car rock. I was
a bit surprised that Anne was letting things go so far. As far as I knew,
she met no one serious since she came home, and this was her very first
date with this character. It was obvious that they hit it off well, or
maybe she got too used to steady sex with Frank, and just needed a
recharge. Then they were kissing again and I had enough. Not being able to
really see was frustrating, and I gave up. My mind was in turmoil as I sat
on the couch, staring at the TV screen, not really seeing anything. I knew
that I was drunk but not totally wasted and giggled when thought of the
action in the car. Yep, she was my daughter all right. Hot as a firecracker
and almost as loud. I heard her scream and moan and wandered what to
do... and decided not to do anything. What was there to do? Anne was an
adult... it was her life. Besides, if I was honest with myself the
predominant emotion I felt was envy... and lust. I had not seen very much,
but the idea of my daughter making out out there made my pussy cream...I
heard her come in, heard her hesitate inside the door, and than she noticed
the light above the TV. She seemed flustered as she came down.

          "Oh... you are still up. I thought you went to bed ages ago."

She was enunciating the words very carefully and looking up at her I
realized that she was in worse shape than I was. Her hair was mussed, she
wore little lipstick and than my eyes focused on the garment crumpled in
her hand. At least she didn't leave her bra in the car.  The thought of her
big tits naked under her top sent a jolt through me, but my voice was
steady enough as I shook my head.

          "You know better than that hon...Could never go to sleep when you
were out on a late date."  She shrugged and smiled, coming closer. She was
moving very carefully, trying hard to keep her balance.

          "I know. But that was years ago...  I am a big girl now mom...you
can't worry about me forever you know."

          "Of course I can. That's what mothers are for. To worry about
their kids. And there is not much I can do about it."

She bent to hug me and as her lips brushed against my face I could smell
the wine on her breath. Then she pecked me on the lips and giggled.

           "Hmmm... and I felt guilty for having too much. What was it,
brandy?"

           "Yes, and you are not having any. And from the whiff of you, you
had quite enough."

           "Oh oh... I am in trouble. Did you peek at us like you used to?"

           "Not peeked... checked. Yes, I saw the two of you out in the
car..."

           "Good. Then you know that nothing much happened... that is a
very tiny car."

        She stepped back as I pulled my face a little aside, and she must
have seen the confusion in my eyes. I was not stone sober but there was
nothing wrong with my sense of smell. I tried to place the scent on her
skin... It was not her perfume...

       "Good thing too... I thought you were going to shake it apart..."

       "Oooohh mom... you do have a nasty mind. We just kissed good night
that's all..."

       "Yeah, right. I think he is wearing your lipstick on his
c... everywhere. And you didn't have time to button up hon..."

       I was grinning as I said this to soften the words, and she laughed
back at me.

       "You are funny you know. You were going to say cock, weren't you?"

       "Never. I don't talk dirty in front of my kids. And you should be
ashamed of yourself for accusing me of being nasty."

I reached up to hug her again, and her lips felt like silk against my
flushed face. Than she kissed my cheek and I blinked. I could have sworn
that I felt her tongue flick across my earlobe. And that smell.

       "No... I would never accuse you of being nasty nasty. A little kinky
maybe, but in a nice way."

She was still bent over me, her cheek pressed against mine and I began to
feel decidedly uncomfortable. I was naked under my robe and knew that if
she looked down she could see most of my tits, including much of those dark
aureoles and fat nipples.  Because they felt fat and hard. And if I just
moved my legs one tiny little bit she could see my naked pussy. My hairy,
soaked, still throbbing cunt. I continued the banter to divert her
attention.

       "First it's nasty and than it's kinky. Is that any way to talk to
your middle aged mother?"

       "No no no! Heaven forbid! But how long were you watching us, Mother
Theresa? Is that when you got rid of your bra? Were you playing with your
boobs while you checked if I was all-right ?"

She was nearly laughing, but this time there was no mistaking the flicker
of her tongue into my ear. I gasped.

       "Annie..."

       "Just like you used to when I was a kid? Oh Mom... you are such a
perv. Did we turn you on? I bet you are not wearing panties..."

       "ANNE?!"

This was getting out of hand and had to be stopped, except that her
kneading fingers on my shoulders felt wonderful, and my outraged yell came
out like a half meant admonition. Then she was whispering into my neck, and
her lips felt moist and hot.

       "I got rid of mine. I guess it's pretty dark out there so you
couldn't see much..."

       "No. I couldn't. Do I know him? Is it serious?"

I knew I was out of line and pushing too hard, but couldn't help it. I had
to talk to cover the feelings that threatened to overwhelm me. She was
staring at me with a strange expression on her face and then she seemed to
have made up her mind.

         "Come on mom. You know it's not a he... and no. It is not
serious."

         "Oh..."  So it was not her perfume. In fact it was not perfume at
all... I didn't know what to say.

         "You don't seem to be surprised..."

 And strangely enough I wasn't. All of a sudden the penny dropped. All of a
sudden many little things finally made sense. Standing there looking at my
lovely daughter I realized that deep down I had guessed for a while that
she was at least bi-sexual, but never really let myself dwell on it.

        "I... I don't know what to say. I am not really surprised ... I
wandered once in a while... but after you met Frank I thought I just
imagined things..."

"You didn't imagine things. I thought you knew."

          "But all your dates were guys... and Frank?"

"I am bi... too bi I guess. That's why things didn't work out with
Frank. It wasn't his fault. He can't help not being a woman."

         "Oh... And to-night?"

          "You mean Leslie. One of the girls at the Mall.  She is
not... she is married.  Just curious... nothing heavy. To tell you the
truth, she is a selfish slut!" She sounded angry and then I understood.

           "You mean she had her fun and then left you hanging? You poor
dear."  I sounded sarcastic even to myself and knew that I was being a
bitch, but somehow I couldn't help it. Annie's eyes grew wide and serious
and she was obviously upset, and I kicked myself for being so stupid.

          "Please mom... I don't want to fight with you. You don't have to
make me feel bad. I am just gay... not a cheap tramp." She sounded hurt and
I felt like the most insensitive moron in the world, and almost cried as I
wrapped my arms around her. I hugged her close and had a very hard time of
controlling my voice.

        "No hon... I didn't mean it like that! Please... I really didn't! I
was just worried... sitting here, waiting for you..."

        "... I just couldn't help it. It has been so long ... weeks since I
have been with anyone. So when Leslie came on to me tonight I just couldn't
hold back... I didn't mean to upset you."

 Her body felt warm and vibrant and as her arms tightened around me I felt
myself getting hopelessly wet. I always had a hair-trigger libido but the
way my body reacted to her hug was frightening. Being aware of Annie as a
sexual being was not exactly new, but not quite like this. My tits felt
heavy and my nipples were like pebbles and so I pulled back toward the
small wall-bar just to break contact.  I was afraid to look at her because
I was sure that if I did she would know what was happening to me. I was wet
and I knew that it wasn't the residue of my session with the brandy
bottle. I wondered if she could smell me like I could smell her?

         "And I didn't mean to sound like an inquisitor.  Or maybe I did,
but that's because I am nosy. I guess that's what comes with old age. You
get your kicks vicariously... You become a peeping Tom." I couldn't believe
how bitter I sounded and that seemed to bother her. She decided to take a
lighter tack.

           "Oh phooey. Stop being so up-tight. So you like to watch, so
what? I like to show off!  Did you play with yourself while you peeked on
us?"

           She was slowly getting undressed while she talked and my eyes
were glued to her fingers as she fumbled with the buttons. My mouth was dry
and I gulped my drink.

           "You are awful! You have a dirty mind... "

She had her blouse undone and I had a quick flash of her naked boobs, and
wondered if she really got rid of her panties? And even drunk I realized
that my mind was working in a totally unacceptable way. The thought of her
being naked under her dress was turning me on something fierce.

           "Dirty mind my foot. I sure hope you got farther than I
did. What I got is a sore tongue and whisker burns."

Half angry now, she flopped down on the big arm chair, and as she twisted
around I saw her skirt hike up to her waist. She took another sip of her
drink and almost defiantly flung her right leg over the arm of the chair,
and the flash of the small yellow panties gave me my answer. I was
speechless and I knew I was flushed and I was sweating, but I couldn't tear
my eyes off her.  The way she sat I could see the insides of her long
creamy thighs, the underside of her plump ass and strands of her crinkly
pubic hair. My mouth felt parched but I knew I was drooling and I wanted to
deny what was happening to me. I was turned on like crazy by the sight of
my daughter. In near desperation I tried to blame it all on that bitch
Donna and that little slut with those lovely fat tits making out at work,
but I knew I was lying to myself. This was not really new, and some of the
old, suppressed urges were coming to the surface, and so finally I admitted
the unthinkable. I was attracted to my daughter in a way that no mother
should be attracted to her child. I wanted to drop on my knees front of
her, wanted to lean forward to smell her, to watch her push that moist
crotch band aside so I could see those long fingers go into her gorgeous
hairy puss! To watch my daughter finger herself front of me. The idea
petrified me, and I could not utter a word to respond to her. I was very
much aware of my semi-nudity, and this time I didn't do anything to cover
up. My robe reached below the knees, but the belt was pretty loose, and I
had nothing under it. Standing there frozen, I almost succumbed to the
crazy urge to reach down and touch my swollen cunt. Finally I managed to
pull my gaze away from Annie's exposed body, and in order to do something I
turned to the bar-sink to rinse a glass that didn't need rinsing. Then a
movement caught my eye and I half turned back toward her.

            Anne, still leaning back on the chair had dropped one hand down
the back of her thigh, slowly sliding it along toward the crotch of those
tiny panties. I was too scared to look directly, but my breath was heavier
as I watched her from the corner of my eye. I saw her slip her fingers
under the crotch band, and I could hear her breath through her half open
mouth. She was staring at me and glancing down I realized that my robe was
gaping open both below and above the sash, and as I moved a little, the
touch of the material on my nipple was almost harsh.

         "No Mom, don't."

         "Don't what?"

         "Don't bother with your robe. Leave it like that."

Her voice was low and husky, and my face felt flushed. I was turned on and
so was she, and even half drunk I knew that we were moving toward something
very frightening.

           "It's late... it's time to go up..."

           "Stay with me Mom... I can't sleep yet..."

           "Hon..."

           "I am too revved up to sleep...too horny..."

She was slurring the words and I turned more fully toward her. She had her
eyes half closed and she was using her one hand to pull the soaked
crotch-band aside, baring her oozing slit, making room for two fingers that
pressed between the fat, hair lined lips, then up to the swollen clitoris,
rubbing it in tiny hard circles.  I stood there like a statue, unable to
move, and my heart was pounding in my chest like some wild thing. My mind
told me to be outraged, to scream, to make her stop, but my throat was dry
as dust, and it felt as if all my juices were flowing into my swollen
pussy. My cunt was sopping and I could feel the cream seeping out of me,
and I was positively reeking. I stared as her hand began to move faster and
never realized that I stepped toward her. Then she was looking up at me
again and slipped a third finger into her slit.

             "Oh my god! Annie..."

I don't think she heard me as she spread her thighs wider and pushed the
three digits deeper into herself.  She was rolling her hips as her slim
fingers twisted inward and I could see the cream frothing around her
pumping digits.  It was the most obscene sight I have ever seen, and that
it was my daughter providing it only added to the utter depravity of the
scene. She had a prominent mound and the swollen lips were gaping open with
heat and her bush was dark with her cream. Suddenly I felt dizzy. I
clutched my robe tighter around me.

             "She made me do this for her. The bitch!  She hardly touched
me."

             "ANN!"

            "You used to do it for dad. He would sit right here all naked,
his cock half stiff, his hand moving up and down while he was telling you
what to do..."

             "My god Anne... Stop it!  You are drunk..."

             "And hot!  Soo fucking hot. You used to be drunk and horny
too. Spread out on the floor front of him, playing with your pussy...your
tits. I saw you suck your tits once. You really got off on that..."

            "Stop it! You are out of your mind!"

            "Just horny!  Almost there... I am almost there... oh
shit... ohh fucking shit. Come on mom...help me... it won't take much..."

            "I am going to bed."  But I was not moving. I didn't recognize
my voice.

             "Please mom... you watching me makes me so hot. I liked doing
it for her tonight. She loved my tits, my cunt.  And I like to look. She
has a long slit... hardly any lips. Big clit. Not as big as yours..."

             "My god..."

             "I always loved the way you look. Your legs... your boobs.  So
beautiful. Big and sexy.  Just let me look at you while you watch me...
Please mom. I am so close..."

       Her breath was coming in short gasps and I knew that she was on the
verge of a climax. I could smell her and I could smell myself. The air was
heavy with the raunchy aroma of excited cunt. Or cunts. Hers' and
mine. There was no longer any question as to what was happening between us,
but I still had the option to end it at this very late stage. I wanted to
walk away, rush to my room and lock the door, give myself time to think, to
get things straight in my head. With shaking hand I reached for the brandy
bottle even though I knew that another drink would do nothing for the
whirling confusion of my mind. The whole day had been insane: The peeping
on my partner, the session with the bottle, the peeking on my
daughter. This whole business with women.  That part was not new, but the
intensity of it was. And finally the sudden realization that I wanted to
fuck them. Donna and Bev and Annie. Especially Annie.  Gulping my drink, I
let my robe fall open.

I didn't need to look down to know what she saw, and felt myself tremble as
I gripped the glass. My tits felt huge and my nipples ached and the insides
of my thighs were damp from the slime that was oozing out of me.

               "I was doing that earlier. Used the bottle."

My voice was a hoarse croak, barely audible, but I saw the disbelief in her
eyes. She was staring at the fat Remy container and I shook my head.

              "No... not this one. The Metaxa beside you."

I don't know why I said that. I don't think I meant anything by it, but may
be I did. At least Annie thought I did. My breath caught as she reached for
the bullet shaped flask, and I didn't even taste the drink as I threw back
the slug. She was staring at me and I watched as she licked the long narrow
neck, and I willed her to use it.

               "Uhmm... it tastes like pussy..."

               "Like cunt. Like my cunt."

And so it was me who really opened the floodgates. Hearing me say the word
was the signal to her that I wasn't going to leave. The restrains were off.

               "Your gorgeous fat cunt. I want to see it. Look at it when I
cum. While I fuck myself."

And then she was holding the thing in both hands, and there was no need for
her to pull the lips apart. She pulled her knees up a little and her cunt
was gaping open like an obscene mouth and my knees almost gave out as I saw
the dark glass tip slide up into her.  She was looking down at herself,
rocking the bottle in and out and my mouth felt like sand paper as I stood
there frozen. I had seen something like this before, I had seen my mom fuck
herself with a huge English cucumber once, but that had been a solo
affair. She thought she was alone in the privacy of her bedroom and didn't
know HER little daughter was watching. This was different. There was no
privacy here, and MY daughter knew I was watching. She was doing it for me!
She was not yet fucking me, but she was fucking herself for me. And as she
lifted her eyes to mine we both understood what was going to happen before
this incredible night was over.

             "This is sick. You know that."

             "I don't care! I love it. Love being filthy! I knew you were
watching tonight. I wasn't going to do it just for her, I was doing it for
you too. Wanted you to get all hot... wanted you to play with your pussy
while I was playing with mine..."

             "Oh Jesus..."

             "Do it mom! You know you want to. I saw you before. I know how
nasty you can get..."

I was half standing, half sitting on the bar-stool and I knew I was
sopping.  She was working the bottle farther and farther up her slit with
one hand and used the fingers of the other to rub her clit. Her pussy
looked familiar because it was just like mine, and I felt myself salivate
as I imagined sucking her. I had the picture of myself on my back with
Annie crouching over my head, her hairy cunt inches from my eyes, the puffy
lips gaping open, her big clit sticking out, moving closer, moving lower,
into my face, into my hungry mouth. I could smell her and almost taste
her. Without realizing, I sat back a little and hooked my feet into the
stool support, and my knees fell apart on their own. I saw her eyes go
round and her fingers speeded up on her clit and I could hear the squishy
noise as the narrow neck of the hard glass twisted deeper inside her. She
was moving it faster now and her fingers were rubbing in tiny, rapid
circles, and I knew that she was really really close.

            "...open it for me... I want to see you wide open. See those
fat lips all stretched out... your cunt ready for a big cock. You have such
a nasty looking cunt mother... big and fat and hairy... oh shit... I am
gona cum... right there... gona cum..."

Her hips were hunching upward as she fucked that thing into herself and
there was no way for me not to become part of it. I knew I was oozing and
as I curled three fingers into my slit I could feel the clammy wetness
seeping down my palm. Then I added the forth and couldn't believe how
easily they slipped up there right to the knuckles. My clit felt huge as I
pumped inside, and I grabbed myself really hard to increase the
friction. She was close and I was right behind her and I realized what we
both needed. She was a voyeur like I was, and for us the ideas sometime are
more important than reality, words more potent than the touch, and I had
the words.

            "Like this? Is this what you want, you little whore? Watching
me fingerfuck my big sloppy cunt? Is it, slut? Is it?"

            "Yes... oh fuck yes! Like that! Just like that. Fuck it... fuck
it hard... oh shit, you nasty fat dyke. I know this turns you on.! I know
you been wanting to fuck me for ages... daughter or not, you want to fuck
me..."

            "...Just like you want to fuck me, you pervert. Showing off
your horny fat ass, your big tits... Cuddling up watching TV... staring at
my breasts... I am not blind you know... "

            "...grabbing your ass, touching your cunt. Oh Jesus...love your
cunt! Fuck it...fuck it for me mom. Go inside... go deep. So
big... fat... want to eat it... suck it... Cumming. Oh
shit... cumming... Cum with me mom...cum with me...Cum".

We were both cuming by then, and it was simply too much for me. In the
middle of it all my legs gave out and I slumped against the counter and the
only thing that mattered was the incredible hunger in my cunt. I was using
four fingers and they were half way up the gaping, oozing channel, and I
knew that if I had time I could push my whole fist up me. But I didn't have
time. I was shaking and moaning as I came, and was vaguely aware that
across the room in the armchair Annie was coming too. I don't think I
passed out, but for a while I lost a sense of time. Then I was back again,
leaning on the counter, staring into the mirror, looking at the face that
was mine, but not quite. Incredibly, I felt almost sober, and just as
incredibly, I didn't feel horrible. I looked into those familiar dark eyes,
searching for remorse, but couldn't find any... I was looking for guilt,
but I didn't feel any... And yet I knew that what just happened was awfully
wrong. The Judeo-Christian moral code told me so! Convention told me
so. And of course the Law told me so! It had to stop. We had to stop this
before we really started.