Chapter 9 - Babes in Toyland

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It was nearly three in the afternoon as Margaret pulled her car back into the driveway. Her errand had taken longer than she had hoped, but she had needed to find some very specific items. She stepped into the cool of the darkened house from the warmth and light of the afternoon outside and made her way up stairs, lugging a plastic shopping bag.

She paused outside her daughter's room. The door was pulled shut but unlatched, and she gently pushed it open a crack. The sight inside made her heart leap up; her preteen child had fallen asleep on her bed completely nude and her large, firm breasts slowly rose and fell in time with her breathing. The girl's right hand rested between her legs, and it was obvious to her mother that Melissa had masturbated herself to sleep. Margaret smiled to herself and allowed herself a moment to gaze at her daughter's smooth, creamy skin, the soft, plump curves of her breasts, tummy and hips, and the soft, coppery down between her legs, barely visible where it curled around the young girl's fingers.

Melissa was actually only dozing lightly, luxuriating in post-orgasmic languor after frigging herself to a series of violent climaxes once her brother had vacated the house. She sensed the presence of someone watching her and lifted her head.

"Oh, hi, Mom," she said with a lazy smile, stretching hugely and making no effort to cover her nude body. She got the distinct impression that her mother had been watching her for some time and decided that she enjoyed the idea of people liking to look at her body. She placed her hands behind her head and asked cheerily, "When did you get back?"

"Just now, sweetie," Margaret replied, noting with interest the way her young girl appeared to be deliberately posing for her; she felt her cheeks warm as she realized that her ogling had not gone unnoticed. "I've got some things for you if you'd like to come into my room to see."

"Okay," the twelve-year-old said with an enigmatic smile, swinging her long, plump legs over the edge of the bed and rising to her feet.

"Don't you want to put on something?" her mother asked mildly.

"Not if I don't have to," Melissa shrugged. "Keith's gone to his meet. Unless you've brought John Muller back for a visit..."

Her mother laughed nervously, still embarrassed about her encounter with the man that morning on the stairs. "No, no one's here but us chickens," she confirmed. "You like walking around in the nude?"

"I do," her daughter smiled, "At least I think I do. I've only just tried it, but it feels good, kind of free and sexy. You should try it."

Her mother swallowed visibly and said after an imperceptible pause, "Maybe I will. Anyway, that makes things easier." Her voice was oddly tight. "C'mon, let me show you what I bought for you."

Melissa followed her mother into her bedroom, her curiosity piqued. The mattress of her mother's bed was bare and there was a strange, darkened patch in the middle of it; the blankets were rolled into a heap on the floor at the foot of the bed. The older woman set her shopping bag down beside her nightstand then stepped over to her closet and returned with a clean set of sheets.

"Would you mind helping me make the bed first?" Margaret inquired.

"Uh, sure, okay," her daughter said with a dubious look. "What happened in here? It looks like your bed exploded."

Margaret gave another nervous laugh and said too quickly, "I kind of made a mess in it last night. These things happen sometimes." She flung the bottom sheet over the mattress and motioned for the young girl to tuck it in on her side.

As they worked the bedding back into place, Melissa's mother asked, "Were you taking a nap? I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

Her daughter shrugged dismissively. "I wasn't really sleeping, just sort of drifting."

"It looked like maybe you had been using my favorite method of getting to sleep," Margaret said with a meaningful smile.

Her daughter's cheeks colored slightly but she refused to rise to the bait. "Yeah, well...I had a lot to think about, if you know what I mean."

"I guess you did at that," the older redhead grinned. "You had quite a night from the sounds of it."

"Quite a morning too," Melissa blurted before she could stop herself.

"Hmmm," her mother murmured, raising her eyebrows, "It sounds like you've been busy discovering a lot about yourself, not to mention about Stephanie."

"Yeah," confessed the pubescent girl, "And a little bit more about Brad, too." She carefully omitted any mention of the things she'd explored with John Muller or her brother.

"So! Busier than I thought; I hope you were discreet," her mother commented with a worried look.

"With Brad, yeah, pretty much," Melissa said with a slight smile, "We just made out a little in the back seat of the car on the way to his piano lesson."

"With his father right there in the car? That's not what I would call discreet!" the older woman exclaimed. "Lord knows what he thinks of you now. And I take it by the fact that you didn't mention her that you were even less discreet with Stephanie?" Her brow furrowed with concern.

"We just made a bit of noise in the morning while John was trying to sleep," admitted the seventh-grade girl, "But it was okay," she added quickly, "He was nice about it and we quieted down after that."

"Well, just the same, if you feel like the two of you really have to have a screaming good time in the future, it might be better if you'd do it here, okay? You're going to have to learn to be more careful than that, especially if you're going to stay over there for a week." She gave her daughter a severe look.

"Okay, Mom," Melissa said contritely, mollifying her mother considerably. They finished making the bed in silence and Margaret fretted that she'd been too harsh. The last thing she wanted to do was to discourage her daughter; she just wanted her to be careful enough not to get badly hurt.

"Oh, never mind that now," the older woman chided brightly, "Look what I found for you!" She sat on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress beside her, inviting her daughter to sit.

When they were both seated, Margaret lifted the shopping bag and began rummaging carefully through it. "Ah! Here we are," she murmured at last, lifting out a beautifully colored long print garment of some sort. She handed it to her daughter. "Try this on," she encouraged.

Melissa held up what appeared to be some sort of nightgown or housedress. It was of exceedingly thin, satin material, and had long shoulder straps that narrowed to almost nothing at the top, creating a neckline that plunged impossibly low both in front and in back. Although it was nearly floor length, it was slit up one side so daringly that the young girl was convinced it would leave a gap open to several inches above her waist. Clearly, it was designed so as to make wearing of any lingerie impossible or ridiculous. It was also the most provocative, scandalous dress she'd ever seen in her life, and she shook her head slowly in disbelief that her mother had actually bought it for her.

"Go on, sweetie – try it on. Let's see how it looks on you," her mother prompted, her eyes glittering.

Melissa flashed her mother a flabbergasted look, but she rose and pulled the dress over her full, naked body.

"Oh my God!" breathed the older woman, "Turn around and look at yourself." She gestured impatiently towards the mirror above her vanity.

Her twelve-year-old daughter pivoted and caught her breath. Never in her wildest dreams would she have envisioned herself ever wearing such a thing, but then she never would have imagined any of the other events of the previous day either. The gown covered all the essentials, but only just. The shoulder straps widened enough to cover the aureoles of her breasts but left the full, rounded sides completely exposed, and the neckline plunged so low that her navel was visible in front. She turned to see the view from behind, twisting her upper body to get a good glimpse and giggled out loud at what she saw – her back was totally bare all the way down to the small part just above her ass. As she spun back around, she saw the slit up the side, exposing her left leg and beyond, her smooth soft flesh bare up to a point above her hip where the gentle curve of her abdominal roll was visible just before the gap finally closed.

"Holy shit, Mom!" she exclaimed at last, "What's the point of wearing anything at all? This barely covers anything."

"The point," her mother explained, "Is that it does cover you, barely, yes, but it does cover. Better yet, it flatters your figure and emphasizes your best parts. So it teases, it offers tantalizing hints, not a bald revelation. Teasing is almost always sexier than nudity – remember that. Of course," she added in a voice grown suddenly huskier, "The cut of that makes it very easy for the person who you want touching you to reach everywhere very easily, hmmm?" She gave a low, throaty laugh. "That dress is a walking invitation for your lover, don't you think?"

Melissa had to agree. She moved experimentally and discovered that it remained supported on her shoulders very precariously. She gave a little wriggle and the entire thing slithered off her shoulders and snaked down to the floor around her feet, leaving her standing completely naked once more.

She looked at her mother with a significant expression. "It doesn't stay up too well," she commented dryly.

"It'll stay up if you're careful," Margaret noted, "And, as you discovered, it will also come off very easily when you want it too. I think Stephanie will like the way you look in it, don't you?" She flashed her child a meaningful grin.

"Yeah, she might at that," her daughter giggled, while thinking all the while that Brad, Keith, and John would undoubtedly enjoy it just as much. "Thank you, Mom. It's beautiful, and it's incredibly sexy, and I can't believe you'd actually even let me wear it, not to mention get it for me in the first place."

"Well, you're welcome," the voluptuous older woman smiled. "But I'm not saying you should wear it to school, honey. It's for around home when you're with people you love and trust, okay?"

"Are you saying it's okay if I wear this around here when Keith's at home?" Melissa asked, trying not to sound too eager.

To her amazement, her mother laughed and assured her it would be perfectly fine to wear around her brother. "If it gives him a little thrill, why not? In fact," she went on, "Why don't you wear it this evening when he gets home? I've got something here for me that might match nicely," and she dug down into the bag once more, emerging with a garment of similar texture and cut, though with more vivid greens in the print compared to Melissa's, in which a deep purple predominated.

"You got one for you, too?" cried Melissa with delight. "Oh, put it on – it's your turn to model now."

Smiling despite herself, Margaret nodded in assent and rose, kicking off her shoes and swiftly stripping off the clothing she had so hurriedly thrown on that morning when startled by John Muller's presence in her entryway. Melissa surreptitiously watched her with considerable interest. Since consummating her sexual relationship with her friend Stephanie, she felt somehow freer to admit her interest and pleasure in female bodies. Her covert glance took in her mother's pale skin dotted with freckles around the arms and shoulders, the very large, full breasts with wide, dark aureoles the color of bittersweet chocolate, the soft curve of her slight roll of fat about her tummy, and the broad, rounded pink ass cheeks as her mother bent to pull off her panties.

The precocious twelve-year-old was disappointed when her mother didn't turn to allow a closer examination of her shaved cunt. Melissa had only gotten a very brief glimpse when her mother was on the stairs earlier and she was almost squirming with curiosity, wanting desperately to get a closer look at what the older woman had done. However, her mother did not turn; instead, she quickly pulled the new, sheer housedress over her head and smoothed it down over her body in the mirror before turning again for Melissa's inspection.

"Oh, Mom, that looks incredible!" Melissa breathed, feeling an odd mixture of jealousy at how much better her mother's statuesque body filled the garment than did her own still-developing form and frank, unashamed twinges of arousal.

Margaret grinned at her daughter. "We do look pretty hot, don't we? This is fun!" She glanced down at the bag on the bed. "There's more, too."

"Okay," the girl said, looking at her scandalously clad mother with gleaming eyes, "Let's see it then."

With an amused look, the woman reached down into the bag once more and pulled out several more brightly colored garments, an assortment of what appeared to be panties and bras, setting them out on the bedspread in front of her daughter.

Melissa picked up one of the panties and held it up. "Mom! This is a thong!" she said incredulously, staring at the miniscule bit of cloth that sported only a thin strap through the crotch and butt; the front was barely wider, though there was a narrow triangle of thin purple cotton to provide a minimum amount of coverage. "You'd let me wear these?"

"Whenever you'd like," Margaret murmured, pleased that she'd been able to surprise her daughter. "Though you may want to save them for those `special' occasions when you know you're going to be with Stephanie – they may not be all that comfortable if you wore them all day at school." She shrugged, "Some women don't mind the feel of the strap up their ass crack; others hate it. You'll just have to see for yourself." She picked up a brassiere in a matching color to the thong in Melissa's hand. "I got you some more of those push-up bras to go with them, too."

"These are way cool, Mom!" the seventh-grade girl enthused, "Thanks!" She sidled over on the bed and hugged the older woman.

Margaret's breath caught in her throat as she felt the warm fullness of her girl's young, smooth body pressed against her own. The feel of her daughter's skin under the satiny smoothness of the exotic gown was tantalizing, and she felt her cunt begin to gush thick, warm fluid instantly. She desperately wanted to fling the girl down on the bed and make love to her, kissing her soft, plump body and sliding her tongue into her twelve-year-old pussy. She didn't dare, not quite yet. Though the girl had confessed her lesbian desires for her friend, there was no assurance that she would have the same lack of inhibitions about having sex with her own mother. Still, there had been that kiss in her closet the night before and several erotic embraces since that certainly seemed to indicate willingness on the part of her virgin daughter.

The memory of that kiss made the thirty-two-year-old woman start to tremble with desire. To prevent her from losing all control, she reluctantly released Melissa and quickly said, "There's just a couple of more things here for you."

The plump young girl had felt her mother's breath quicken when they'd embraced and could feel her mother's hands softly caressing down the length of her back. She wondered if the woman would actually try to have sex with her – it clearly seemed like she wanted to, even more so than the previous night when they'd exchanged that wet, incestuous kiss in her closet. The idea might have made her uncomfortable before last night. Now, though, she was intrigued. If her mother really did have a lesbian girlfriend when she was younger, she might have some interesting things to teach her.

Besides, the soft feel of her mother's body next to her and the delicate fragrance of her perfume were starting to turn the twelve-year-old redhead on; while she didn't dare try to initiate something outright herself, she found herself hoping that her mother would. She could have sworn that the older woman was at the point of kissing her passionately when, to her annoyance, the embrace was broken off and her mother was digging through her bag again. Melissa tried not to look obviously disappointed.

The seventh-grade girl's irritation turned to bewilderment when she saw the curious object her mother had produced from the bag. It was a small, golden cylinder about the size and shape of a slim flashlight, but instead of a lens the end gradually narrowed to a smooth, blunt point.

"Okay, I have no clue what that is," Melissa finally admitted after a pause while her mother held it before her, obviously waiting to see if she would react in some way.

Her mother gave a low chuckle. "This," and she put it into Melissa's hand, "is a vibrator. You know what that is?"

"No," frowned the girl. She noticed that the base of the instrument seemed to have a knob, which she experimentally gave a twist. The vibrator immediately began to buzz vigorously in her hand. She looked questioningly at her mother, still mystified.

Margaret smiled broadly, enjoying the chance to introduce her girl to an aspect of sexuality about which she was still naïve. "One of the nicest things about being a woman," she explained in a soft voice, "Is that there are all kinds of toys we can use to bring ourselves pleasure."

"You mean...?" the plump girl asked, an incredulous smile growing on her face with dawning realization, "You mean, like for masturbating?"

"Exactly," confirmed her mother. "I've got a whole drawer full of my `toys'," she said, and Melissa noted the woman's quick glance at her nightstand, "But it seems pretty clear that you're old enough and ready to have one of your own."

"Whoa!" Melissa murmured, stunned and intrigued. She studied the still-buzzing cylinder in her hand and then whirled to face her mother, "Show me!" she demanded, wide-eyed. "Show me how you use it."

Margaret was taken aback. "Oh, I think you can figure it out pretty well by yourself," she blurted before she had time to think.

"Please, Mom?" her pubescent daughter pleaded, "I'd really like for you to show me." The idea of watching her own mother masturbating was inexplicably arousing to her, and she also hoped that it might lead to more advanced `lessons'. She felt her nipples start to harden under the sheer silky material of her new gown.

The older woman stared intently at her child for a brief moment. She took in the girl's wide eyes, flushed face and flaring nostrils, and she, too, had noticed the increased prominence of her daughter's erect nipples beneath the flimsy housedress. Could it really be that her girl was as turned on as she? She wanted to believe it but felt strangely shy and vulnerable about sharing what had heretofore been her most secret, private experiences. She felt her throat growing dry and swallowed reflexively. "You'll laugh," she predicted with a bitter smile.

"I won't!" Melissa insisted. "I think it would be really, you know, um, interesting." She had been about to admit that the idea turned her on but couldn't quite bring herself to say so out loud.

"Are you sure?" Margaret pressed, still not daring to hope. "You don't think you'd find the whole thing ridiculous?"

"I didn't think it was ridiculous watching Stephanie masturbate," her daughter said in a voice just above a whisper. "It turned me on a whole lot. And thinking about watching you do it is making me incredibly wet between my legs."

Melissa couldn't believe she'd actually said that out loud, and she could feel her cheeks burning. She was certain that any moment her mother was going to slap her across the face for her impertinence and perversion.

For one agonizing moment that seemed to Melissa to stretch for an eternity, her mother just stared at her, her face an impenetrable mask. Then she sniffed, "Well, all right then. But I'm not going to just put on a show for you. If I'm going to do this, then you're going to do it too, understand? Right alongside me." Her voice sounded severe, but her eyes were glowing.

"Okay, Mom. Whatever you say," Melissa said gratefully, a lewd grin creeping over her face despite her efforts to suppress it. She stood up and wriggled out of the slinky gown once more, giggling at the ease with which the garment dropped from her body. "These things will probably get in the way, huh?"

Her mother allowed as that they probably would, and stood to pull her own dress off, though she took it off over her head, suspecting that her large hips and ass would not it allow to slide off downwards with the ease her young daughter enjoyed.

However, to Melissa's delight, she did not turn her back this time, so the seventh grader was able to get an outstanding view of her mother's bald pussy. She was fascinated and unable to tear her eyes away from the smoothly shaven expanse of skin, the two large mounds of flesh split by prominent cunt lips which seemed to overflow in a purple effluence from the dark, glistening gash between them. But it was her mother's clitoris that made her gasp audibly – it was enormous compared to Melissa's own pubescent button, as large in diameter as her little finger and nearly as long. She gulped as she realized that the colossal organ was almost like a little cock – it stood out away from her mother's body, its pink head protruding nearly an inch beyond the hood of flesh that surrounded it. The twelve-year-old girl realized with a sudden twinge of intense lust that she could actually suck her mother's clit as if it were a penis. She began to breathe heavily and her heart sped up in her chest.

"You okay?" Margaret asked with a slight smile. She followed her daughter's gaze into her bare cunt and felt a wave of obscene desire wash through her as she realized that the sight of her body was visibly arousing the girl.

Melissa shook her head as if to break free from a trance and answered with a shy smile, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just – well, looking at your, uh, your body kinda' makes me feel all funny inside. Weird, huh?"

Her mother laughed huskily, "If by `funny' you mean turned on, I don't think it's weird. I get the same way looking at you." She smiled at the embarrassed-yet-excited reaction her confession elicited on her daughter's face. "Why don't we get comfortable on this bed and let's do something about those funny feelings, all right?" She picked up the new vibrator and handed it to the young girl.

Needing no further encouragement, Melissa scrambled onto her mother's wide bed with a giggle and sank back into the pillows, eagerly watching the older woman. Her mother stepped around to the other side and pulled open the drawer in the nightstand. To her daughter's amazement, she pulled out not only a vibrator of similar size and shape to Melissa's, but an immense, black, firm dildo and an electric massager with a cord coming out of one end and a blunt knob made of pliant, white rubber on the other.

"You use all of those? At once?" the twelve-year-old girl asked in a flabbergasted voice. "How many do you have?"

"Sometimes I like to use a bunch of different kinds," shrugged her mother. "I've got a few more, but I hope you can wait to see them, because right now I really need to use these," she added with a meaningful grin. She stooped to plug the massager cord into the outlet at the base of the wall beside the nightstand, her full breasts jiggling pendulously as she bent over. She brushed her hair back and smiled at Melissa as she straightened, then climbed onto the bed beside her awaiting daughter.

Margaret snuggled into the pillows, her head beside Melissa's, and held up her vibrator, twisting the knob at the end to turn it on. It emitted a soft buzzing sound. "First, I like to use the vibrator – go ahead and turn yours on again – that's right. And then you just sort of work it slowly back and forth between your legs."

She demonstrated, placing the tip of the buzzing instrument against her huge, already distended clitoris and moving it gradually down into the slit between her velvety purple cunt lips. She sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes, giving herself over to the deliciously lewd sensations that were being produced in her hairless cunt.

Her daughter imitated her, inserting the tip of her vibrator right at her clit. She gasped loudly at the intense jolt of erotic sensation it elicited.

Her mother chuckled, "That's really something, huh?" Her breathing was beginning to deepen, and her free hand wandered up her body to tease her huge breasts, caressing and squeezing them, occasionally pinching the nipples.

"Oh, God, Mom!" panted Melissa, "I can't believe how fucking good that feels. `Scuse my language."

"No excuse needed," her mother reassured her, "It does feel fucking good. Ohhhhh! Jesus, I've been needing this!" She glanced over at her twelve-year-old daughter who was holding the tip of the vibrator nearly motionless against her clit, her back arched up off the bed in ecstasy. "Good God, girl! You look like you're coming already!"

"Al- Huhhnnnggghhh! Almost," groaned the straining girl, her lips and forehead glistening with perspiration, "Oh, my God! I can't believe it! Huhnggghh! Aaaggghh! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Haaaaiieeeee!"

Melissa's eyes were squeezed tightly shut as an orgasm wracked her young, plump body. Her back and buttocks were lifted completely free of the bed, her body supported only by her feet and shoulders as her hips thrust forward in a desperate attempt to drive more of her quivering twat into the vibrating cylinder she gripped fiercely with one hand. Her other hand flopped spasmodically on the bed beside her as her gasps filled the air.

Margaret watched with gleaming eyes and her mouth worked. She thought the sight of her pubescent daughter in the throes of a climax was one of the most profoundly erotic things she'd ever seen and she could feel obscene twinges in her own assaulted cunt answering her child's lewd convulsions. She felt her own level of arousal rising much more quickly than usual and felt around on the bed beside her for the large, black dildo. She needed something inside her, but her eyes never left the writhing, moaning woman-child beside her.

The older woman finally located the smooth, rubbery surface of her favorite large dildo with her fingers and she seized it, shoving it between her legs immediately. Normally, she would lick and suck it, fantasizing about sucking a cock while she made it slick enough with her saliva to enter her cunt easily. This time, however, she dispensed with the oral preamble; she could feel that her pussy was already so drenched with quim that drops of the slimy fluid were oozing down into her anal crevice. She placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to her cunt hole and worked it around in the opening, coating it liberally with her natural lubrication. All the while, she continued to move the vibrator slowly around her turgid, elongated clit while her eyes remained locked on her daughter, whose sudden orgasm was finally beginning to subside.

Melissa glanced over at her mother, panting heavily as the spasms left her body and she once again relaxed down flat against the mattress. "My God!" she gasped, "I never knew something could make me come that fast." Her eyes widened as she saw the thick, black rubber dildo poised between her mother's large, fleshy thighs as the woman gripped it by its ersatz scrotum ready to plunge it inside herself.

"Shit, Mom!" the girl exclaimed, "Doesn't that hurt to put inside you?"

Her mother answered between grunts and gasps as she toyed with the vibrator against her swollen clit, "Oh, no. After having you come out of there, something this small going in isn't any problem." She chuckled weakly, distracted by the insistent lewd pulsations emanating from her ravaged cunt.

Melissa propped herself up on one elbow to get a better look at the action taking place in her mother's shaved vulva. Though her wide eyes remained glued to the enormous dildo, she slid her still-buzzing vibrator back into place within her own pussy and moved it gradually in and out of her drenched slit. "So, let's see you put it in," she coaxed, her eyes bright with lascivious intensity.

Margaret flashed a quick, tight smile at her lustful daughter before closing her eyes in concentration, easing the huge black head of the dildo into her vaginal opening. Melissa's mouth hung open as inch after inch slowly disappeared into her mother's tightly stretched cunt hole, until it was buried all the way to the point where the sculpted balls flared out.

"That thing has to be a foot long," the young girl exclaimed breathlessly.

"Not quite," her mother grunted through closed eyes, "I think it was eleven inches."

"God!" the twelve-year-old marveled. Then she thought about John Muller and realized that his cock was almost identical in size to that black behemoth currently sunk into her mother's cunt. "I wonder if I could fit something that big in me," she blurted rashly.

Her mother's eyes flew open and she regarded her daughter, "I wouldn't think so, sweetie. Not for a few years. Though," the woman paused to catch her breath, "you'd be amazed at just how much your vagina can stretch. When you're turned on enough, that is."

"Well," Melissa swallowed, thinking she'd never have believed that she would ever tell her mother this story, "Actually I can believe it. The other day, I sort of got a whole bar of soap up inside me." She gave a wan smile.

"You're kidding!" cried her mother, "What were you – Oh, I guess I don't have to ask what you were doing, do I?" She moaned softly as the electric sensations from within her pussy momentarily overcame her. When she could speak again she asked, rather breathlessly, "Did it hurt?"

"No! That was what was most surprising," her daughter answered, "I would have thought it would have hurt like hell, but it didn't. `Course I was really turned on at the time, and I sort of went a little crazy, really. But it didn't hurt. But I damn near freaked out when it got stuck inside me and I couldn't get it back out for a long time."

She grimaced at the memory and her mother looked at her with as much alarm as she could muster under the circumstances. "It was okay, really," Melissa hastened to assure her mother. "And it was almost as big around as that thing you're using. Though not as long," she added thoughtfully.

"Well I'll be God damned!" muttered Margaret wonderingly. She looked at her daughter sharply, "Are you sure there's something you haven't told me?"

"Like what?" Melissa frowned, thinking that there were a whole lot of things she hadn't told her mother but not understanding what she could be driving at in this instance.

"Like not mentioning that you happened to lose your virginity somewhere along the line?" her mother asked. "There's no way a girl your age should be able to do that unless your hymen were already broken."

"Well, I haven't fucked anyone yet, if that's what you mean!" insisted Melissa with some heat.

Margaret shrugged, filing the thought away to deal with later. "Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad you weren't hurt." She eyed the vibrator that her daughter was continuing to thrust slowly back and forth within her downy cunt. "You might enjoy the way that feels inside you then," she suggested.

"Can you do that?" her daughter asked excitedly, "I wanted to try it, but I didn't see you doing it and I thought maybe I would ruin it or something,"

"No, not at all," the older woman reassured her as she slowly slid the huge dildo from within her distended hole with a wet, sucking sound. "It's made for that. Just be sure," she added dryly, "That you keep a good hold on the end or you'll have another soap incident, if you know what I mean."

Margaret held the black dildo aside for a moment while she demonstrated the process of slipping the vibrator up inside her dank pussy hole while carefully maintaining her grip on it. Melissa grinned eagerly and immediately flopped onto her back, raising her knees to ease the vibrator's entry into her oozing cunt. To her satisfaction, it went in quite easily, and the sensation was unexpectedly pleasurable.

"Oh, I like this!" she cried delightedly, experimentally working the buzzing tool in and out, then alternating it between stimulating her clit and plunging it back into her virgin orifice. She began to moan and pant again as the erotic tingles coursed through her smooth, pubescent body with increasing rapidity.

"So I see," Margaret commented huskily. She drove the colossal dildo back into her own cunt hole once more, groaning with pleasure as it slammed into the back of her vagina, filling the cavity completely. She could feel the stirrings of her first climax begin to announce themselves with little electric-like shocks that seemed to shoot between her crotch and her nipples. Time to bring in the big guns for the full treatment, she decided with a secret smile.

She raised her hips off the bed and carefully inserted the tip of the vibrator, now slick with quim from its journey up her cunt hole, into her anal sphincter. Bracing the base of the buzzing cylinder against the surface of the bed, she slowly lowered her body back down, gradually but inexorably forcing the vibrator up into her ass hole. She whimpered softly as an excruciating mixture of pain and ecstasy seared her consciousness. With her eyes squeezed tightly shut, she reached for the electric massager and flicked it on. Immediately, a deep, loud hum filled the room.

Melissa had observed her mother's obscene operation with a mixture of shock and lascivious fascination. Now she kept her eyes glued to the older woman's crotch despite the warning signals that another orgasm was fast approaching within her own cunt. She stared, mesmerized, as her mother, her ass and pussy completely filled, jammed the head of the humming massager against her oversized clit.

As soon as the massager touched her already throbbing clit, Margaret felt the orgasm that had been building for what seemed like hours flare up like a bonfire within her. She began writhing and thrashing, gripping the long handle of the massager with both hands and keeping it firmly pressed against her swollen clitoris, moaning piteously and gasping in guttural, hoarse breaths. Her face was screwed up in a tight mask with her lips pulled tightly aside in a bizarre grin, her jaw working relentlessly and forcing her breath to hiss between her teeth whenever her mouth clamped momentarily shut.

As the climax built in intensity, a great cry burst out of the frenzied woman, followed by the most amazing stream of obscenity and profanity Melissa had ever heard. "Aaaaaiiieeeeeeeee," she wailed, "Haaaaerrrggh! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FuckFuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Oh, my fucking God! Oh motherfucking Jesus! Haaarrrgghhh! Fucking cunt, motherfucking cunt fucking ass-fucking, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shit!"

As her young daughter watched, enthralled with the lurid display her mother was providing, Margaret's entire hips and abdomen slowly raised off the bed, her body twisting like a leaf being consumed in a fire. Through it all, she kept the head of the humming massager driven tightly into her pulsating clit while a steady string of curses broken by animalistic grunts continued to flow from the inundated woman's tortured lips.

"Oh, God! Oh, holy fucking Christ! Hunggghhh! Hunnghh! Hunngghh! Oh, God, no – not – hunngghhh! – not again! Noooooo!" she moaned.

Melissa was absolutely mystified about what her mother was raving about until she noticed a gush of fluid pouring out from under the flailing woman's raised buttocks and the sharp reek of urine filled the air. The young girl instantly realized that her mother's bladder had emptied from the overwhelming force of her orgasm. Without thinking, her hand darted underneath her mother's arched body and cupped underneath, catching a great amount of the warm, golden piss before it could reach the bedspread.

As the plump girl's palm filled with her mother's inadvertent discharge and still continued to flow, Melissa pulled her hand out and quickly splashed the hot, pungent fluid over her own body, then shoved her hand beneath the woman's large, dripping ass cheeks for another handful. She just managed to retrieve the second cupped hand brimming with pee before her mother's body suddenly sagged as if air had been let out of a balloon and settled back onto the thoroughly dampened bedding. Melissa gazed at her hand, a powerful surge of inexplicable lust pumping through her pubescent form. This was a feeling even more erotically intense than when she'd held her hand underneath Stephanie's urinating pussy in her bathroom that morning.

Feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the rush of obscene desire that poured over her, she slowly lifted her hand to her lips and experimentally stuck her tongue into the bitter liquid cupped in it. While the taste was unexpectedly strong, almost burning, it awoke an unbelievably visceral response in the twelve-year-old girl. Delirious with her depraved lust now, she poured the entire handful of her mother's hot urine into her mouth, allowing it to dribble down her chin and neck and onto her breasts where she rubbed and spread it over the large, fleshy globes while she swallowed the rest of the heady, overpoweringly sharp juice down her gullet. Her piss-covered hand continued down her body to wipe the glistening remains of the first load she had splashed onto her tummy, pussy, and thighs, smoothing it over her soft, rounded flesh and driving it into the already drenched slit between her cunt lips. A deep sigh of erotic satisfaction emerged from her still stinging lips as she worked the warm pee into her vulva with one hand and plunged the vibrator deeply into her vaginal cavity with the other.

She began frigging her urine-slick clitoris almost violently, frantic to bring forth the roaring orgasm that was beginning to erupt within her. She opened her eyes and turned to her mother next to her, suddenly conscious that the woman's grunts and obscenities had fallen still. She saw her mother's eyes fixed on her, bright with lust and a distinctly predatory smile on her face.

"You like that?" Margaret asked in a soft but tight voice, "You like it when I pee?"

"Oh, God, yes!" the frantically masturbating young girl gasped. "I don't know why, but it makes me get so fucking turned on I don't know what to do. It makes me come, Mom! I'm gonna' come right now! Oh, God! Mom! Hold me! Hold me when I come! Haaaggggghhh! Mommmmmeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Flinging the massager aside carelessly and totally heedless of the dildo and vibrator still buried deeply in her own pussy and ass, Margaret threw her arms around her furiously climaxing daughter, kissing her face and neck and licking the spilled piss up, whispering, "Yes, my baby! Come for mommy! Mommy's got you so just let go and come as hard as you can. That's right, sweet baby girl, come with all your mommy's pee in your pussy. I'm glad you like my pee, baby! Mommy likes pee, too, only no one but you knows. You can have mommy's pee whenever you want, baby! That's good, just like that, come on, baby, come like crazy!"

With her mother's perverted encouragement and the secure comfort of her mother's arms around her, Melissa surrendered completely to the white blaze of obscene ecstasy flaring in her brain, accompanied by the rhythmic convulsions within her womb and clitoris. She felt herself being carried up, higher and higher, to a world of delirium where her mother's piss filled her mouth and Stephanie's lips pressed against her own and Keith's cock squirted his thick, creamy semen onto her breasts and Brad's fingers probed her pussy while John Muller's large strong hands cupped her ass and his fingers inexorably probed their way into her welcoming asshole.

The twelve-year-old girl had no idea how long she'd thrashed and convulsed in her mother's arms. She thought she must have blacked out, because when she opened her eyes, her mother was looking down at her with a very strange mixture of motherly concern and naked, incestuous lust.

"You all right now?" Margaret asked, stroking her daughter's urine-soaked cheek and hair.

"Yeah," Melissa murmured, "I think so. You?"

"I'm fine," her mother assured her, "Though I'm not sure this poor mattress is ever going to be the same." She laughed ruefully. "I can see that I'm going to have to pick up a rubber sheet right away. I've never come that hard in the bed before, and if you get as turned on by golden showers as it seems, we're going to be doing a lot more of it."

"Golden showers?" the girl mused, then flushed as the meaning of the phrase became clear. "Oh, I get it," she said sheepishly. "You don't think it's weird? That I like golden showers and all?"

"Sure it's weird," shrugged her mother, "So what? I like it; you like it. Whose business is it beyond that?" She caressed Melissa's cheek. A mischievous gleam was in her eye. "I always wanted to try something like that, but, well, let's just say there was never anyone else daring and kinky enough to be interested, and leave it at that, hmmm?"

Her daughter was silent for a moment with her thoughts, and then blurted, "It really turned me on when Stephanie peed in front of me. I noticed it the first time when we were, you know, trading our bra and panties in the girl's bathroom at school last night. And then again this morning when we were in the bathroom, she..." her voice trailed off as she remembered the way her dark-haired lover had come so loudly while Melissa drove her to a frenzy plunging her fingers into the girl's piss-drenched cunt.

"She what?" prompted Margaret with obvious erotic interest.

"She, uh, came really hard. I mean, I made her come really hard – while she was sitting on the toilet, you know?" her daughter said, somewhat embarrassed to be confessing the details to her mother. "I kind of admitted that it got me hot when she pissed, and she let me put my hand under her while she did. And...one thing sort of led to another, if you know what I mean."

Her mother nodded with a knowing smile and Melissa continued, "Next thing you know, she's coming and yelling her head off and clanking the back of the toilet so loud that her dad came to see what was wrong."

"Oh my God!" gasped her mother, appalled. "Did he get what was going on? You've got to be more discreet than that!"

"It was cool, Mom," her daughter hastened to reassure her. "I mean, I was terrified, like I was sure we were both gonna' get in trouble big time. But Stephanie was just so cool and just told him she was fine, and we sauntered back to her room and leaving him with kind of a stupefied look on his face. `Course," Melissa couldn't resist adding, "I was wearing that so-called nightgown you sent me over there with. And Stephanie wasn't wearing much more. So maybe he was a little distracted."

She prudently neglected to mention that her friend's robe had been completely open in front, and that Stephanie had also surreptitiously stroked the tip of her father's erect cock where it had emerged from the top of his shorts. There were some things she wasn't about to confess to her mother yet, especially since it seemed like her mother was interested in John Muller herself.

Margaret raised her eyebrows, but finally sniffed, "Well, you two still need to be more prudent."

"We will be, Mom," her daughter promised insincerely. Desiring to steer the subject away from John Muller, she asked brightly, "Can I see those other toys you were using? What was that big black thing that looked like a, you know, a huge prick?"

Her mother gave a throaty chuckle. "It's called a `dildo', pumpkin." She released her daughter from her arms and rolled onto her back again beside the twelve-year-old girl. "And it's still inside me," she giggled.

"No! Lemme see!" Melissa eagerly scooted down the bed until her head was even with her mother's shaven cunt and leaned over to peer interestedly between the older woman's legs. Her mother accommodatingly spread her large, plump legs apart for her daughter's lascivious gaze.

"Whoa!" breathed the young girl softly as she took in the sight of the thin, wide base of pliant black plastic that was the only part of the immense dildo still visible, the rest buried completely within the recesses of her mother's tightly stretched vagina. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Oh, no," murmured Margaret, "Quite the opposite. It gives me the most incredibly filled up feeling. Sometimes I even leave it in there all night after I've been, well, pleasing myself especially well before I go to sleep."

Melissa very nearly blurted out that if it felt that good, she'd really love having John's cock inside her, and checked herself just in time. Instead she asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Would you mind if I, uh, er, checked it out? I mean, if you don't mind..."

"I don't mind," her mother smiled, so the seventh grader reached between her mother's soft, pale thighs and grabbed the flange of black, pulling gently at first, then more resolutely when it didn't budge. Finally, the enormous dildo began to slide slowly out of the oozing cavity, emerging at last with an obscene, wet plop. Margaret sighed with a combination of relief and regret.

Melissa held the gigantic black shaft up in front of her face, studying it with fascination. She ran her finger down the length of it and realized that it was slick with her mother's orgasmic quim, and found the thought inexplicably arousing. Without really thinking, she brought the glistening head of the ersatz erection to her lips and sucked it in, licking her mother's juices off it with slow, savoring motions of her tongue.

"Oh, my!" her mother whispered, scarcely daring to breathe as she witnessed her young daughter fellating the large plastic prick and lapping up her own cunt leavings with such obvious relish. She swallowed hard, and her fingers stole of their own volition into her pussy to begin slow, tender manipulation of her oversized, tumescent clitoris.

Her daughter was quite pleased to see the effect her obscene actions were having on her voluptuous parent, and she made a great show of slowly licking the entire eleven-inch length of the shaft while gazing intently into her mother's eyes. Margaret moaned softly, "Oh, baby, I can't tell you what that does to me. Do you like the taste?"

Melissa smiled, "Uh huh. It tastes like me. I mean, it tastes like you, but that tastes like me, if that makes any sense." She inserted the large, smooth black head of the dildo into her mouth and tried to push as much of it as she could inside, but suddenly gagged when the tip of it reached her glottis, and she was forced to quickly pull it back out, gasping for breath.

Margaret chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Here, baby," she whispered, gesturing for the lewd black object in her daughter's hand, "Let me show you something."

Melissa surrendered the dildo with some reluctance but was curious about what her mother would do with it. Margaret flashed an intense look at her twelve-year-old girl then closed her eyes in concentration and tipped her head back. She licked her lips to moisten them, and then, to Melissa's stunned astonishment, slowly pushed the entire length of the enormous cylinder into her mouth and down her throat. The young girl watched, spellbound, as inch after inch gradually disappeared into her mother's gullet, her neck and throat visibly swelling as the improbably thick dildo forced its way deep into the woman's esophagus.

"Holy shit!" the young, naked redhead gulped at last. "That is totally amazing! How can you do that?" she demanded.

Her mother released the base of the dildo for just a moment to confirm that the full length of it was, indeed, swallowed before she pulled it back out swiftly and sucked in a huge lungful of air. When she caught her breath, she looked at Melissa proudly, pleased that she'd been able to show her sexually precocious daughter something unimaginable.

"It just takes practice," Margaret shrugged modestly, and then giggled, "To be honest, it took me a lot of practice, and it still isn't easy. But the look on your face made it all worthwhile!"

Melissa was still flabbergasted and could not rid herself of the thought of just how much John Muller would love fucking her mother, try as she would to put the picture out of her mind. She kept visualizing the older man's huge, swollen prick plunged all the way down her mother's ravenous throat, pumping his hot, sticky come straight into her stomach. The image left her feeling vaguely jealous, but more than anything else, it made her very, very aroused. She felt her cunt began to pulse slowly, small twinges of erotic electricity singing through her pubescent body.

"Do you?" she began, "Do you do that when you're, you know, playing with yourself?"

"Sometimes," her mother smiled. "That's how I started – just imagining, you know, fantasizing that it was a man I was sucking. I kept doing it enough that somehow I sort of stumbled on the trick of doing it without choking." She raised an eyebrow at her daughter. "Are you disgusted with your old mother now?"

"Mom!" protested Melissa, "You're not old! You're young and beautiful and totally sexy, and watching you do that turned me on a whole lot, though I can't really explain why," she added with a somewhat sheepish smile.

Her gaze drifted down her mother's nude body, resting on the hairless cunt in which the older woman was still slowly rolling her fingers back and forth over the improbably large clitoris. Melissa reached out boldly to run her fingers softly over the shaved skin. "So why'd you shave? Does it really feel different?"

Margaret's eyes grew wide the moment the twelve-year-old's fingers touched the acutely sensitive flesh of her bald pussy. "Oh, sweetie, I don't really know why I did it." Her voice was shaky with excitement; she desperately wanted to feel her daughter plunge her fingers into her throbbing cunt and drive her over the edge once more.

She pulled her own hand away and parted her legs invitingly. The young girl took the hint and began to stroke all around the shaved region, her fingers drifting tantalizingly closer to her mother's protruding clit and swollen, purple cunt lips with each circuit. With noticeably deeper breathing, Margaret went on, "I just felt like I wanted something new and exciting. And yes, it does feel different – you wouldn't believe how much more sensitive it is. Ohhh! My God, girl! If you only knew what your fingers were doing to me right now."

Pleased that she was able to turn her mother on, Melissa asked with a slight smile, "It really feels better shaved like that, huh?" Her fingers grazed her mother's moist and glistening cunt lips. "Maybe I should try that, too."

"If you want, sweetie. Ohhh, my God!" her mother groaned as her daughter's fingers finally made contact with her engorged, straining clit. "Oh, my God, yes! Touch me there!"

Melissa happily snuggled up close to her mother's ample, nude body and draped one of her legs over her mother's large, pale thighs before plunging her fingers firmly into the hairless cunt, sliding the clit between her fingers as she did. Her mother gasped with erotic delight and suddenly pulled Melissa's lips to hers, kissing her fiercely, and passionately thrusting her tongue into the young girl's mouth.

The plump seventh grader hesitated only a moment before returning her mother's incestuous kiss just as passionately. She began to rhythmically slide her fingers deep into her mother's cunt hole and back to caress the throbbing clit, a clit so large and erect that to Melissa it felt like she was stroking a little boy's hard cock, albeit a very wet one. She began to wonder what it would be like to suck her mother's clit, and the thought inexplicably made the quim begin oozing out of her pubescent cunt so fast that she could feel it starting to drip down her thigh.

Her mother was writhing uncontrollably under her daughter's lewd ravishments, her gasps and moans muffled by Melissa's tongue which was plunging in and out of her mouth in time with her relentlessly thrusting fingers. In some deep recess of Melissa's mind, she knew that she should be shocked and disgusted at what she was doing, but all she could think about was the way her mother's lips and tongue felt, wet and warm in her mouth, and the electric jolts of obscene sensation that were shooting through her smooth, young body each time her nipples brushed against her mother's large, firm breasts.

The strange realization dawned on Melissa that she was actually making love to her mother, just like she had with Stephanie. Sex with my mother, she thought – it sounds so strange and forbidden. Who would have imagined that the reality would be so intensely erotic? She increased the speed of her incestuous thrusts between her mother's undulating legs.

With an exhilarated gasp, Margaret pulled free from her incestuous kiss and threw her head back, crying out as she bucked her hips forward in her frantic desire to shove more of her daughter's fingers and hand into her quim and piss-soaked cunt. "Haaaggghhh! Oh, shit! Oh, yes, baby, make your mommy come!" She seized her daughter's perspiration-dampened head and pulled it down to her heaving breasts. "Suck me," she begged, "Suck Mommy's tits!"

Melissa needed no further encouragement and began to suckle her mother's hardened nipples noisily, the slurping sounds making an equally wet counterpart to the squelching noises being produced by her fingers plunging deeply into her mother's vagina. The older woman grunted and groaned between ragged gasps for air, and her back was beginning to arch, lifting her ass clear of the damp bedding.

The twelve-year-old was beginning to learn the indications of her mother's impending orgasm, and she abandoned her long thrusts with her fingers up and down the length of the woman's cunt slit. Instead, she plunged two fingers as hard and deep as she could into her parent's slimy cunt hole, burying them to the knuckle. At the same time, she used her thumb to stub back and forth over her mother's enormous clitoris, tweaking it as rapidly as she could.

Mrs. Randall sucked in her breath as the erotic jolts from her daughter's incestuous finger fucking increased suddenly in frequency and intensity. Her body began to flop and twitch crazily, and it was all Melissa could do to hold on. But she persistently drummed her mother's clit with her thumb and, remembering how much it had turned Stephanie on, began to wriggle the two fingers buried inside her mother's cunt hole against each other.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohh! Unnngghh! Unnnggghhhh!" grunted Margaret, sounding more animal than human as the obscene tension strained within her, hungry for orgasmic release. Her hips bucked uncontrollably and her body writhed spasmodically against her naked daughter.

They were both sweating profusely and their pale skin glowed red from their exertions. Melissa's thumb was growing very tired, but she gamely persevered, twiddling it viciously over her mother's erect and swollen clitoris. Her lips were still suckling her mother's breast and the twelve-year-old girl remembered the way Stephanie had reacted when she'd bit down hard on her young lover's nipple just before she came, so she tried the same thing on her mother, placing the older woman's long, thick nipple between her teeth and nipping, gently at first but with increasing pressure.

Within seconds, her mother was shrieking at the top of her lungs as her climax erupted, her body convulsing rhythmically as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy swept through her voluptuous form. "Haaaiiiieeee! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Haaagggghhhh! Hunggghhh! Hunngghhh! Hunggghhh! Oh, God! Oh Goddamn! Oh holy fucking God! Huunnnggghhh! Oh, baby, Mommy's coming! Mommy's coming all over you! Haagggghhhh! God, yes! Bite me! Bite my fucking tit! Bite it off! Ohhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiiitttt!"

Melissa gripped her mother's thrashing body as tightly as she could, feeling the rhythmic contractions as the older woman's vagina constricted spasmodically around her daughter's fingers held firmly buried inside. The plump seventh grader continued to gnaw her mother's nipple with determination for several moments, but released her bite in sudden concern when she tasted blood. Her flailing, gasping mother appeared to take no notice whatsoever, lost as she was in the throes of a gut-wrenching orgasm.

Her daughter pulled her head away from her mother's large breast that heaved and bounced freely once released from Melissa's jaws. To the young girl's great relief, it did not appear to be bleeding heavily. She continued to rapidly thrum her mother's pulsing clit while studying the older woman's face as she climaxed. She was fascinated to observe that her mother's expression while she came was nearly identical to her own – at least the expression she'd witnessed when she masturbated in front of the bathroom mirror the previous afternoon. Her mother's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and her jaws worked as they clenched, her lips pulled back tightly in a deaths-head grin while her breath hissed loudly through her gritted teeth. Her face was drenched with sweat and her auburn hair was plastered damply against her forehead, temple, and neck.

Margaret had ceased making any intelligible sounds and could only gasp and grunt, faster and faster. Her ample body once again arched convulsively, her ass lifting completely clear of the bed as Melissa's thumb buzzed her engorged clit back and forth as rapidly as her exhausted hand muscles would allow. To the young girl's amazement, her mother appeared to be having another climax even before the first one had stopped.

All at once, her mother's body seemed to simply deflate. Her breath exhaled with a loud whoosh and she collapsed limply onto the bed. At the same moment, Melissa felt the sensation of warm liquid filling her hand. The pungent odor of fresh urine assailed her nostrils; she realized that her mother's bladder had once again emptied involuntarily as she climaxed.

The older woman lay almost completely still on the bed, her strong breathing the only indication that she lived at all. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung slackly open, the breath rattling in her throat. Melissa abandoned her manipulation of her mother's clit when as soon as it grew obvious that the woman was unconscious and unresponsive, and she slowly withdrew her fingers from their incestuous position buried deep inside her parent's cunt hole, spilling much of the warm piss onto the already-soaked bedding.

Thanks to witnessing Stephanie's similar reaction to a huge orgasm earlier that day, Melissa was only mildly anxious for her mother and continued to study her face for signs of revival. In the meantime, she amused herself by lubricating her own pussy with the slippery mixture of quim and piss from between her mother's legs, making repeated trips with her fingers to coat them with juices and transferring the slimy contents to her own already sopping cunt. She was getting more and more turned on, pausing every so often to lick her fingers delicately, savoring the sharp and musky aroma of her mother's orgasmic fluids before rubbing them into her own oozing slit, plunging her fingers, wrinkled now from the nearly constant immersion in cunt juices, deeply inside her vagina and back out to caress her distended clit that poked insistently from within her nest of coppery pubic curls.

With a quick glance at her mother to reassure herself that the woman continued to breathe normally – though still apparently unconscious – Melissa relaxed and lay on her back to devote her attentions to her own hot and yearning pussy. She sighed deeply with pleasure as her fingers began their familiar rhythm, circling her clit and sliding down through the slick, moist folds of her cunt lips to probe deeply into her young, virgin cunt hole. She was so very wet from her own and her mother's juices that her hand slipped easily in between her legs. She parted her thighs to ease her access and daringly raised her knees to expose her butt hole as well, and soon discovered to her obscene delight that she could run her fingers the complete length of her genital crack, thrusting fingers into her ass hole and cunt hole each stroke before returning to stimulate her turgid clit.

She began to breathe heavily, moaning occasionally as her erotic arousal built. Her head began to loll from side to side and it was then that her eyes fell on the odd-looking massager that her mother had used when they first began masturbating. And next to it was the huge, black dildo that her mother had deep-throated and which Melissa had absently laid aside when she began to explore her mother's shaved cunt.

With another furtive glance at her still comatose mother, the pre-teen quickly snatched up both masturbatory toys. She wasn't sure if her mother would object to her trying them out, but she preferred to do some experimentation by herself without possible remonstrance if she could. Placing the massager next to her on the bed for the moment, she fingered the thick, pliant dildo for a moment, eyeing it critically while continuing to slide her other hand in and out of her vulva and ass. It was not even as big around as the unfortunate bar of soap she'd gotten stuck insider her the previous afternoon.

With a final gaze at her mother, whose breathing had diminished to normal levels but whose eyes remained closed, Melissa eased the large sex toy between her legs, sliding up and down her drenched and slippery crevice to lubricate it. When it was glistening along its entire length, she cautiously inserted the bulbous head into her twelve-year-old cunt hole and pushed firmly down.

To her amazement it entered her, if not exactly easily, at least without undue discomfort. She felt a powerful sensation of tightness and, as she continued to push the shaft into herself, fullness. But there was practically no pain at all. Huh, she thought to herself, and here I was all worried that fucking for the first time was going to hurt. She pressed it deeply into her cunt hole, stopping only when she felt it pushing against her cervix and the back of her vagina. She felt around the base of the dildo and estimated that three or four inches remained outside her. Determined to match her mother in this at least, she pushed on the base with more force and managed to work another inch or so into her before a dull ache from within warned that continuing risked injury.

So maybe she couldn't fit the length of John Muller's huge cock inside her – at least not yet, she reminded herself with a wicked smile – but she sure as hell could get it most of the way in. And as for Keith's or Brad's more diminutive members, well...She smiled lasciviously as she realized that there was absolutely nothing to fear from either of those boy's pricks and she renewed her resolve to get both their hard cocks inside her at the first opportunity.

Melissa cautiously tried sliding the large dildo out and back in again and caught her breath at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation. She began working it in and out of her distended cunt hole with increasing boldness and speed and was soon enthusiastically pumping away, moaning with desire as she kneaded and pinched her breasts and nipples in rhythmic accompaniment.

She finally remembered the neglected massager and fumbled with her free hand until she located it. She brought the odd-looking device up towards her face to study it and, spotting the power switch on the handle, flicked it on. It responded with an audible buzz and the plump, masturbating girl gave a quick, worried look in her mother's direction. The older woman gave no sign that she noticed; her eyes remained closed and her breathing continued soft and undisturbed, so Melissa relaxed and nervously brought the vibrating head of the massager in contact with her clit the way she'd observed her mother do.

"Hoh!" she exhaled loudly as soon as the massager touched her already swollen clit, for a pulse of sheer erotic electricity instantly coursed through her pre-teen body, so intense that she had to pull the buzzing tool away almost immediately. She tried again, this time touching it down an inch or so from her still-throbbing clitoris and working it slowly towards the sensitive nub. She was quickly able to find a spot that gave just the right amount of sensation without being too much and was soon blissfully engaged in discovering how to get herself off with sex toys. With one hand she slowly pumped the thick black dildo in and out of her slick vagina; with the other she continued to nudge the buzzing, soft head of the massager as closely as she could to her throbbing clit, her breathing coming in shorter and shorter gasps as she quickly built her arousal up towards yet another orgasm.

"That looks so incredibly hot," a voice whispered unexpectedly in Melissa's ear, making her squeak and startle. She turned her head to find her mother lying on her side with her head propped on one elbow, watching her with smoldering eyes.

"God, Mom! You scared the shit out of me!" the seventh-grader blurted, momentarily halting her obscene manipulations between her legs. "I thought you were asleep."

Her mother reached out to caress her daughter's breasts and nipples suggestively. "Don't stop," she urged in a low, husky voice, "You look like you figured things out quite well on your own." She glanced down at the young girl's cunt and her eyes widened as she took in the small bit of the black dildo that remained exposed. "Oh, my God! That thing fits in you?"

"Yeah, no problem," Melissa replied proudly, resuming her lewd motions with the masturbatory toys. "It doesn't quite go all the way in – not like for you," and she gave her mother a sidelong glance, "But it doesn't hurt at all. It's not even as big around as that damned bar of soap yesterday. Ohhhh!" she gasped as her mother tweaked one of the plump girl's nipples.

"I can see that," the older woman commented, her eyes gleaming lasciviously. "I'm not sure when or how you managed to lose your virginity, but obviously fucking a man isn't going to be a problem for you."

"I'm still a virgin!" protested her daughter, shocked. "I've never been fucked by anyone, honest! Though," she added almost to herself, "If it feels anything like this, I wouldn't mind trying it."

"Is that right?" murmured her mother softly. An image of her son and daughter fucking wildly while she caressed them both, crying obscene words of encouragement, filled her mind and she instantly felt her loins grow warm once more. "We'll have to see what we can do about that," she promised the masturbating young girl beside her, who responded with a widening of the eyes though she said nothing.

Margaret studied her daughter's lewd gyrations for a moment longer then said with an impish smile, "As long as you're going for it, you might as well enjoy the full experience."

Melissa watched, her curiosity giving way to anticipation as her mother picked up the smaller vibrator – the one she'd given to the girl for her own – and licked its smooth, hard surface thoroughly, moistening it until it glistened wetly. The older woman ran her arm behind her daughter's knees and brusquely pulled her legs up close to her chest, forcing the girl to reach around the side of her bent hip to continue plunging the dildo into her pubescent cunt. Without warning, her mother flicked on the vibrating motor and thrust it deeply into the twelve-year-old's vulnerably exposed anus.

"Hooooghhh!" puffed Melissa as the sensation of the vibrating object in her ass hole added to the deliciously lewd mix of erotic stimulation from the massager and dildo. "Oh, fuck! That feels so...so, I don't know! Haaggghhh! I think I'm gonna' – I'm gonna' come real soon. Hoh, my God!"

She ground the massager directly onto her clit now, her arousal so heightened that the feeling was welcome now, and her back began to arch involuntarily. Her mother watched, her own desire nearly overwhelming. At last she could stand it no longer.

"Look out, baby," she warned her squirming daughter in a low moan. "Mommy's got to join you."

With that, the urgently aroused woman removed her support of her pre-teen's legs, which collapsed to the bed. This had the effect of burying the vibrator nearly all the way into Melissa's rectum, and she cried out incoherently, moaning pathetically between ragged gasps as the first twinges of a huge climax began to ravage her pussy.

Her mother was beyond caring and, without warning, swung her fleshy thigh over the girl's body and rose up atop her, straddling her flushed, sweating body at the hips. Grasping the handle of the massager firmly to keep it in place, she lowered her bald, dripping cunt onto the upper surface of the buzzing device's thick, rubber head, bringing it into unrelenting contact with her large clit.

Her mother's incestuous mounting drove the massager hard onto Melissa's clit as well. A massive orgasm had already been unleashed within her body even before that, but the sudden increase in stimulation of the twelve-year-old girl's clit exploded in a firestorm of white-hot ecstasy that seared and shook the poor girl beyond anything she'd ever known.

She convulsed, she twitched, she shrieked and screamed until her throat was raw, her toes curled and clenched, and her arms flailed helplessly as her mother's heavy body pressed the buzzing massager demonically into her defenseless clit, matched from within her bowels by the small vibrator buried there. Both sets of vibrations squeezed into the monstrous dildo wedged in her overstretched cunt hole until she felt like her entire being had been seized in the jaws of an enormous beast that was devouring her, consuming her with blinding lust. She found it more and more difficult to draw enough breath and her arms and legs no longer seemed to respond to her commands, merely flopping and flailing spasmodically.

And still her mother's weight forced the incessantly buzzing massager into their clits. Melissa was vaguely aware of her mother's own orgasmic cries and opened her eyes to see the woman shuddering and panting above her, barely able to support her convulsing body on her arms as she leaned over her daughter. The last conscious thought Melissa had was the realization that her bladder had involuntarily released and that she was peeing all over the bed in turn. This struck her as inexplicably hilarious. Then there was a roaring in Melissa's ears and the world seemed to oddly contract to a single white point which hung before her eyes for a moment before everything went black.

Margaret continued to writhe in the throes of her own badly needed orgasm before the rhythmic pulsations of mind-numbing pleasure diminished enough for her to be aware of her daughter's condition. She hung suspended above the girl, panting hard while she watched Melissa's face long enough to reassure herself that the girl was still breathing, though her daughter's face and jaw hung slack and her eyes were wide open and rolled up in her head.

Shaking her head in disbelief at the way they'd each made the other one pass out from the intensity of the orgasms they'd given each other, the thirty-two-year-old mother rolled off of her daughter's limp body with a satisfied groan. She switched off the massager and gently lifted her pre-teen child's legs to retrieve the dildo and vibrator from the girl's orifices and grinned broadly when she discovered that Melissa had also urinated all over herself.

"Serves you right for doing it to me," she muttered as she twisted the large black dildo to dislodge it from the young girl's pussy before lifting her legs higher to remove the still humming vibrator from her daughter's ass hole. There was less than an inch still exposed outside the brown sphincter ring and Margaret sighed with relief when she was able to get enough of a grip with her trembling fingers to withdraw it. She switched it off and carefully set all the soiled masturbation devices on the floor for cleaning later before sinking down beside her still unconscious daughter, exhausted from her incestuous exertions.

After lying still for a moment to recover her strength somewhat, the older woman took slow inventory of her own body – aside from the one very sore nipple where her daughter had bitten hard enough to draw blood, she seemed to be none the worse for wear – before turning her attentions to her daughter. She seemed to be coming around a bit; her eyes were now closed and her breathing sounded like that of someone sleeping normally. Margaret studied Melissa's body, luxuriating in the opportunity to memorize every detail of her new lover's curves.

Her new lover – with a start, the woman realized that this was the real significance of what had just transpired. Just as the previous night she'd made her son her lover, she had now done the same with her daughter. Whatever happened from then on, they were lovers, she and her children, and nothing could change that. She marveled yet again at the complete lack of shame or remorse she felt. Though she knew that by society's lights she was a disgusting and perverted person and an unfit mother, she had never felt happier and more connected to her children since the days they were nursing at her breast. The suspicion entered her mind that this might be the way a mother was really supposed to care for her children, bringing them sexual pleasure along with keeping them safe, fed, clothed, and educated. She wondered why everyone considered it so wrong, so evil when it felt so right and so good to her.

Her fingers traced lazy circles over her twelve-year-old girl's precociously developing body, caressing every curve and soft patch of creamy skin, marveling at the feel and texture. She explored the large breasts, so firm under their soft, pliant covering of flesh, and continued down Melissa's unconscious body over the rounded curves of her plump tummy. Eventually her fingers began to probe into the coppery pubic hair surrounding her pubescent daughter's pussy. She gently touched the clitoral area, the nub she'd so recently abused having retreated beneath its hood of purple flesh, but the girl did not stir. Emboldened, her mother slid a finger down into the drenched cunt slid itself, releasing the strong aroma of piss and young girl's quim.

With a secret smile, Margaret put the finger she'd moistened in her daughter's pussy into her mouth and tasted her young girl's most intimate, feminine secretions. She found the flavor irresistible, the amazingly mild piss taste mixing with the thick, orgasmic cunt juice to make a heady, piquant combination. Unable to stop herself, she abandoned her last shreds of dignity and caution and heaved her tired body to her knees, positioning herself between the seventh-grader's pale, rounded thighs and pulling them apart to give her unrestricted access.

With a soft mew of desire, the voluptuous mother lowered her face to her daughter's sopping crotch and inhaled deeply, savoring the arousing tang for a moment before placing her lips onto the soft, dripping flesh and beginning to lick the girl's pussy. She passionately lapped up the oozing liquid from the cunt hole itself and allowed her tongue to wander over the preteen's entire vulva, licking, probing, and sucking everywhere she could reach.

She continued her incestuous tonguing even though her daughter remained unresponsive, savoring the scent, taste, and feel of the young girl's most intimate places, running her tongue from the now gaping anus that she found she could easily penetrate deeply all the way with her tongue up to the small, pubescent clitoris. She lapped deeply into the crevices between Melissa's cunt lips and thighs as well, licking up all the overflowed piss, sweat, and cunt juices that had become trapped there.

Once Margaret had completely scrubbed her twelve-year-old daughter's cunt, she settled into a rhythm of slow, languorous strokes with her tongue, slowly licking the plump girl's pussy from her ass hole to her clit, pausing as she passed the widely stretched opening to her vagina to plunge her tongue as far inside as she could, delighting in the sweet young-girl taste and aroma of her pubescent secretions. She knew that Melissa would begin rousing soon, and she wanted the deliciously lewd sensations from her crotch to be the first thing she was aware of.

Within a few minutes, Melissa did start to regain consciousness and she lay there, overcome with a strange lethargy that left her unable to move or speak for some time beyond that. She had been so dazed that it took her several moments to even comprehend where she was or what had happened. Gradually she remembered the heart-stopping orgasm she'd had with her mother and it was then that she became aware of the titillating sensations that continued to flicker through her awakening body from her pussy.

She struggled to lift her head, but when she finally did she was astounded to see the top of her mother's head visible above her crotch, the auburn hair bouncing as the woman's head slowly raised and lowered between her upraised legs.

"A-Are you licking me?" Melissa asked in amazement, her voice thick and vaguely confused.

Margaret raised her head and regarded her groggy young girl with a tender glance. "Well, hello. I'm glad you're awake again. Yes, I'm licking you," she answered simply with a smile, "I hope you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind," her daughter said, laying her head back down with a sigh, "It feels good." She was silent for a moment as her mother resumed her incestuous cunnilingus then broke in suddenly, "I peed myself, I think." She couldn't remember for sure.

"You sure did," her mother answered with a grin, "Just like I did when you made me come. But you're all clean now," she added mischievously.

"Oh," Melissa considered this for a moment, her head still not completely clear. Besides, the lewd suckling of her mother's tongue on her clit and its occasional thrusts up her vagina were making it hard to concentrate. "The taste didn't bother you?"

"God, no," Margaret said softly, "I love the way you taste."

"I'm glad," the twelve-year-old said, her breathing beginning to deepen in response to the erotic tingles her mother was eliciting with her expert tongue. "Ohhh! That feels incredible! You wouldn't believe how good that feels!" She began to rotate her hips back and forth in unconscious response to the lewd stimulation. "Have you done this before?"

"Uh, yeah," her mother snorted, not unkindly, pausing long enough to raise her head and give her daughter a meaningful gaze. "This is probably the single best way for one woman to please another. Of course," she added almost to herself, "It's not bad when a man does it, either."

"Would you – I mean, um, could I try licking you some time?" Melissa asked shyly, not sure if such a suggestion was proper but wanting very much to learn how so she could show it to Stephanie.

"I was hoping you'd say that!" laughed her mother. "How about right now?"

"Um, okay," the young girl responded uncertainly, "Only – it's just that, um, well, I don't want you to stop doing what you're doing, if you know what I mean." She was starting to get quite turned on and was reluctant to have the pleasurable sensation interrupted.

"Not a problem," assured Margaret with a gentle chuckle and, to her daughter's surprise, she rose up on her knees, shifted her body around quickly, and straddled the preteen girl's face, lowering her shaven cunt onto Melissa's face before she could even react. "Now we can lick each other at the same time," she explained.

Melissa giggled with delight as she understood, but then asked hesitantly, "What do I do?" her voice slightly muffled from under the mother's enfolding ass and thighs.

"Oh, for..." her mother spluttered, "Just do whatever you think would feel good if someone did it to you! You'll know soon enough if it's working or not. And now, if you don't mind," she said with mock severity, "That's enough talk, don't you think? We've both got some serious pussy licking to do." And with that, she lowered her lips to her daughter's small but swollen, purple clit and sucked it in, lashing it slowly with her tongue.

With a moan of pleasure, Melissa reached up with her arms and seized her mother's large, soft ass cheeks, pulling her head up so her lips and tongue could reach the strangely hairless cunt lips. With only a slight hesitation, she stuck out her tongue and gingerly licked the velvety flesh. She could immediately taste the pungent, acrid flavor of her mother's piss, and the more subtle, musky bouquet of her vaginal secretions, but decided it wasn't a bad taste, just strong and very unlike from anything she'd experienced before. Stephanie's juices when she'd licked her off her finger were very different, and she wondered idly if every woman tasted differently unless they were closely related.

Experimentally, the plump seventh grader tried pushing her tongue into the oozing cunt slit above her face, and was rewarded with a sigh from her mother. Encouraged, she began lapping with enthusiasm and quickly became fascinated with the feel of her mother's huge clitoris that was now fully engorged with feminine arousal. She sucked the long, thick cylinder between her lips and tried to emulate the back-and-forth lashing motion that her mother was employing on her own clit.

"Oh, yes!" gasped her mother, to Melissa's satisfaction, "Just like that, baby, suck me just like that!" The woman began to writhe with pleasure, grinding her cunt firmly into her pubescent daughter's open mouth below. "I knew you'd be a natural at this!"

Margaret lowered her lips once more to her twelve-year-old girl's erect clitoris and began a frenzied sucking that soon had Melissa groaning and gasping, struggling to keep focused on her own incestuous mission and maintain contact with her mother's rhythmically pumping cunt. For several minutes, mother and daughter tongue-lashed each other to new heights of lascivious arousal, each lost in the erotic ecstasy of giving and receiving sexual pleasure.

Melissa felt her head growing light, as if she were caught up in some deliciously lewd dream. Opening her eyes, she could vaguely discern the opening to her mother's vagina directly before her. That's where I came from, she realized with a start. She felt an inexplicably warm glow spread through her, a sense of complete connection with her mother, losing all awareness of where her body ended and that of her mother began. All she could feel was that the two of them were connected in a perfect circle, mother and daughter, life-giver and life-receiver, their lips and tongue tasting each other's most intimate secrets, their excitement growing to an almost agonizing pitch.

The seventh grader could feel yet another orgasm inexorably building deep within her womb, churning upwards through her body in a torrent. She could tell that this one was going to be the most intense climax she had ever known, and she frantically began to buzz her mother's stiff clit in her mouth as fast as she could with her tongue, accentuating the violent motion by turning her head from side to side with frenetic intensity. She was desperate to bring her mother off before she was overwhelmed by her own orgasm, for she could tell that once it started, she was going to lose control completely.

Margaret could tell by the level of panting and groaning that was emerging from her daughter's plump, sweating form beneath her that the girl was close to orgasm; she was very close herself, reveling in the way her fantasy had come to be realized so perfectly. Still, she was unprepared for the sudden, frenzied onslaught by her young girl's tongue against her hairless, sensitive pussy. She cried out shrilly, gasping great, heaving breaths as Melissa's precociously capable cunt-licking almost seemed to rip the climax, which had been building slowly up to that point, out of her body and slam it into her brain.

The thirty-two-year-old mother began shuddering uncontrollably as a tidal wave of ecstasy washed over her. She was gasping, shrieking, and grunting so much that she could no longer keep her mouth fastened over her daughter's cunt; her head was flailing back and forth spasmodically and she could not seem to get enough air. With her last ounce of will, she thrust her hand between Melissa's legs and savagely plunged her thumb as deeply as she could into her daughter's now loose cunt hole, while at the same time she wormed her index finger as far as she could into the girl's ass hole. Thus anchored, she surrendered to the searing bliss of her climax and allowed her body to convulse freely.

For her part, Melissa had enjoyed the briefest moment's delay from the thundering onset of her orgasm when her mother pulled her lips away from the girl's throbbing cunt as her own climax started. But as soon as she felt her mother's fingers slam deeply into her vagina and anus, the dam burst and she could only cling to her mother's thrashing body atop her while her young, pubescent body was hammered with a deluge of orgasmic spasms that came so fast, one after the next, that she could only whimper, unable to even draw a breath. She shuddered, helpless against the onslaught, for what seemed like an eternity before the rhythmic contractions in her cunt began to slow and she could finally suck in a few ragged gulps of air.

Her mother, too, finally ceased her spasmodic thrashing atop her and rolled off clumsily, pulling her fingers unceremoniously from her daughter's vaginal and anal orifices. The older woman lay on the bed with her head beside her twelve-year-old girl's hips where she had collapsed, both of them panting heavily.

After a few moments, Margaret began giggling, softly at first but soon she was laughing uproariously, quickly joined by Melissa.

"Oh, my God!" sputtered the young girl between bouts of breathless laughter, "That was amazing!"

"You can say that again!" giggled her mother. "So you liked that, huh?"

"No shit," Melissa chuckled, beginning to regain her composure. "I think I actually liked it better than, you know, using the toys – it's more personal, like." She gave a huge yawn. "I can't wait to try it with Stephanie."

"Hmmm," smiled her mother, "I kind of thought you might." Her daughter yawned again and snuggled into the large feather pillow at the head of the bed. "Looks like you could use another nap."

The seventh-grade girl gave a wan, sleepy grin, "I am kinda' tired," she admitted.

"Well, why don't you just curl up right here and go to sleep and I'll wake you when it's time for dinner, okay?"

"'Kay, Mom," Melissa murmured, her eyes already closing.

Margaret shook her head indulgently and tenderly pulled a spare blanket over her sleeping daughter's nude and erotically spent body. She carefully laid the red and purple exotic nightgown on the bed alongside so Melissa would find it when she woke up, then scooped up the well-used sex toys from the floor and carried them into the bathroom to wash them thoroughly for their next encounter.

Melissa was snoring softly when Margaret returned to the bedroom, and the young mother gave her sleeping daughter a soft, loving smile as she quietly returned the assorted vibrators and dildos to her nightstand drawer. She kept the vibrator she'd purchased for Melissa out to place it in her daughter's nightstand on her way downstairs. She pulled on her own new, tantalizing nightgown and gave herself an approving glance in the mirror.

With one last, secret smile at the memory of making outrageous love to her daughter, she closed the door softly and headed downstairs. Keith would be home soon, and if Melissa stayed asleep, there might be time for some more incestuous fun before dinner.