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It was the middle of the night and Barbara Jones was up in the attic going through her deceased husband's things. It was a year ago this very night that her husband had been killed in a car accident, and the lonely thirty year-old woman was missing him something terribly. She went through old clothes, lingering over their feel even if they did have that "not-worn-in-a-long-time" smell. They belonged to HIM and that was all that mattered. She goes through old photo albums, tears streaming down her eyes as the wonderful memories she and her husband shared make her heart ache fiercely. 'I miss you so much, Jack.' the suffering woman thinks to herself in agony. Some of the photos wounded her to the core. But others brought a smile to her wounded features, like the photo of him in the dorkiest clown outfit taken on Halloween. She loved and missed her husband a great deal. So much so that if not for their little daughter, she probably would have joined him and killed herself. She smiles as she comes across the photos of the day she gave birth to their now eight-year old little daughter, and thanks her mother inwardly for babysitting the child the last couple of nights. She needed to be alone while going through his things, as this would have been too hard with the child around. A picture of herself holding the newborn crosses her eyes, followed by a picture of the proud papa holding the baby... A picture of their respective parents holding little Amanda Joy... A picture of her breastfeeding the child for the first time. She laughs, brushing the gathered tears from her eyes when she remembers how Jack commented that he wanted her to save some milk for him. He had always loved her big beautiful breasts, even more when they had gotten so swollen and filled with milk. Sometimes she felt that he only cared about her breasts, but he always reassured her that she was everything to him and that he would love her no matter what her bra size was. He would go on to say that he has found certain women with chests flatter than a pancake that he found attractive because they had pretty faces or a great smile, etc. He hated fake tits and was very thankful her 40dd's were real. He loved so many of her charming qualities. He loved her smile and her great laugh and childish giggles. He loved her smooth, soft skin, always marveling at how she never needed makeup because her skin was so unblemished. He also thought she had a nice butt. "It's not too big, it's not too small- it's just right," he would often comment. Putting aside yet another photo album, Barbara comes across a chest she doesn't recognize. Wiping the last trace of tears from her eyes, she squats to get a better look at the item in question. 'Hmmmmmmmm,' Barbara thinks to herself. 'I wonder what's in here?' She notices that the lock is laying on the floor next to it, almost as if his ghost had flung it aside so she could find what was inside. 'That's silly Barbara,' she thinks as she unfastens the latch, 'He probably just forgot to lock it back up- that's all.' As she was wondering why he would need to lock something up and hide it from her in the first place, she lifts the lid up with an audible creak. Peering inside she finds that there seems to be some sort of VCR tape collection inside. 'VCR tapes?' she questions herself. 'I wonder what could be on these that he would feel the need to hide from me?!' Her sadness momentarily forgotten by her curiosity, she takes a couple of tapes from the collection and climbs down the ladder carefully, heading down out of the attic. CHAPTER TWO: SECRETS REVEALED Arriving in her bedroom, Barbara shuts her door and sets the tapes on her bed. She now takes the time to brush off all the dust that had gathered upon her clothes. She then sits down upon the bed next to the tapes and collects her thoughts. After a few minutes of silence she plops the first tape in the VCR, and then gets into a comfortable position on the bed to watch. Picking up the remote, she pushes "play," anxiously waiting to see what was on it. She sees her little golden-haired daughter on the screen as the camera comes into focus. Smiling innocently for the camera, she looks like she did when she was about four or five. Mandy was sitting upon the bed, dressed in the cutest little pink dress with her hair done up in pigtails. "Are you all ready for our "funtime," sweetheart?" says her late husband as the camera shifts and focuses upon him for a moment. ('Funtime?' Barbara wonders to herself.) "Yes, Daddy, I is very thirsty!" came the cute, childish answer. (To Barbara's utter astonishment, Jack starts unzipping his pants.) "You wanna suck Daddy's cock, then you have to ask properly. Now what do you say?" "I want it! (licking her lips) Gimme it, Daddy!" "No-no!" He corrects, shaking a finger at the overanxious child. "You know better than that, pumpkin. You want Daddy to take his cock away...?" "Nooooooooo Daddy! Please don't take your dickey away! I sorry!" she pouted. "Are you gonna ask right this time?" "Yes daddy- I be good!" "Ok, sweetheart. Then be a good girl and ask for it right this time." "Okay, Daddy. Daddy can I pretty, pretty please suck your big yummy dickey? Can I- pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?!" "That's much better, sweetheart. Now you may suck Daddy's cock." "Yayyyyy!" cried the elated little girl. Taking her father's huge erection in her tiny hands, the child begins flicking the tip with her tongue. (Barbara is in absolute shock as the scene plays out on the screen- too amazed even to move.) "Mmmmmmmmmm! I can taste your precum, Daddy! It tastes good!" "I'm glad you like it, sweetheart. (Moan.) Oh yes, sweetie- lick Daddy's peehole. Good girl!" Mandy enthusiastically begins to trail her tongue down her father's shaft, her blue eyes sparkling with enjoyment. Then she plants little kisses up and down his shaft and rubs the big throbbing organ against her innocent little face. Moaning in pleasure, her father murmurs words of ecncouragement as his daughter begins closing her mouth around his bloated knob. "Oh yes, sweetheart! Suck that big cock for Daddy!" (Watching the torrid scene, Barbara can hardly believe her eyes. She wants so badly to toss the remote at the television screen to shatter the filthy images, but each time she tries, something mysteriously holds her back.) "Oh god yes, sweetheart! Daddy's getting ready to cum, baby! You want Daddy to cum for you, sweetie?" "Yes Daddy- cum for me! I want you to cum in my mouth so I can taste it and shoot it all over my face, too! Make my face a big sticky mess, Daddy- pleeeeeeeeeeeease! Please cum on my face Daddy!" "Oh God yes, my little cumbunnie- here it comes! Open wide for Daddy!" With a mighty roar, Jack begins a massive eruption upon his daughter's cute little face. Mandy's cheeks get plastered as she tries valiantly to swallow the spurts of her father's creamy sperm that actually make it into her mouth. It was a like a game for the child, trying to catch each squirt into her hungry mouth and swallowing her warm, gooey treat with each success. But she didn't mind when she failed, as she was loving the hot sensation of her Daddy's semen splashing against her features as it was literally raining down upon her. She felt it covering her cheeks and smiled happily after swallowing down another stray burst she managed to catch. She let out a giggle as her Daddy's bursts slowed down to a trickle and then stopped altogether. Finally done cumming, Jack beats his spent dick against his daughter's dripping face. She opens her mouth and takes her Daddy's penis inside, making sure to clean her Daddy's wiener like she was always taught. "Oh baby... Ohhhh... You are such a good little girl, Mandy. You made Daddy cum so hard, my precious little angel! Now what do you say now that Daddy's given you your treat?" Removing her Daddy's deflating dick from her mouth she beams up at him, basking in the praise and reciting the words she's learned by heart. "Thank you for cumming on my face, Daddy. I love it when you make my face all sticky- Mmmmmmmmmmmm! You have the bestest tasting cum in the whole wide world, Daddy! It's so yummy!" (Barbara watches her daughter scoop up the many globs of sperm upon her face and then lick it off her fingers, to the mother's absolute disgust. Praying that the scene was over, she again tries to break free, but still the invisible power restrains her, forcing to her to watch more.) "Okay, sweetheart. Now that I've come all over your face, can you think of anything else we could do?" "Ummm... I know, I know! You could stick it in my butt, Daddy." "Hmmmm... I don't know, my precious little angel. Are you sure that's what you want?" Getting off the bed and turning around and bending over, the four and a half year old pulls up her dress, revealing her bare bottom. Putting her face on the bed, She reaches behind her and spreads her baby asscheeks wide open, the camera doing a close-up of the little girl's anal opening. "Look, Daddy. Can you see my little hiney-hole? I want you to put your big dickey inside it. Please fuck my little butt, Daddy- I need it so bad!" When the camera refocuses upon Jack, he is holding a bottle of baby oil in his hand that he got off the nightstand. Jack points the bottle of baby oil at Mandy's tiny pink anus and squeezes a few drops upon it. "Ooh!" squeals Amanda Joy as the liquid hits her skin. (Barbara is terrified by the thought of her baby's miniscule bottom being torn open by her late husband's huge cock, but is still unable to do anything but stare at the screen, helplessly.) "Okay, baby. Loosen up your butt for Daddy." The child sticks a finger in her anus and slowly pushes the oily finger in and out. Jack squeezes another dollop of oil down her crack, and Mandy uses the added lubrication to force a second finger inside. Putting the bottle aside, Jack replaces his daughter's small fingers with his own, larger ones inside her bottom. "Ooh, Mandy! I can feel your little butt gripping my fingers. I think you're ready, my angel- ready to feel your Daddy's dick inside you." "Yes, Daddy. Put your cockey-thing inside my poopy-hole and fuck me!" Jerking his penis with his right hand, and pushing two fingers of his left hand in and out of his daughter, Jack's penis rises once more. He pulls his fingers out and points his monstrous, renewed erection against the toddler's oiled anus. (Barbara inwardly grimaces as she watches her late husband's humongous prick enter their daughter's small shithole, stretching it wide open. She fights so hard to try and overcome her paralyzation, but still some unknown force holds her back and forces her to watch the frightening scene.) "Ohhhhhh," moans Jack in pleasure as he feels his child's incredibly tight sphincter gripping the first two inches of his fat, meaty cock. "Ow, Daddy- it hurts! Take it out, take it out!" cries little Amanda in pain from the invasion. "No, sweetheart- Daddy can't do that. Just relax and let your butt get used to the feeling. We've done this before, baby- you know the pain will be gone soon." After a few moments of groaning in agony, Mandy's pain lessens and she tells her Daddy what he wants to hear. "Okay... (gulp!) Okay, Daddy... You can... Fuck my butt now." "What was that, Amanda Joy?!!!" says Jack in a loud voice. "I mean... Please fuck my hiney now, Daddy! I need it sooo bad!" cries the intimidated child. "That's better, baby. Now be a good girl and relax while Daddy fucks your little ass." Slowly Jack plunges his huge, throbbing cock in and out of his little girl. Mandy groans with each thrust, but otherwise doesn't protest. Again and again the tremendous fuckstick enters the child's stretched rectum, with the camera zoomed in upon the action. Jack manages to stick another couple of inches up his daughter's backdoor, increasing the total to four of his nine inches encased in warm, unimaginably tight toddler ass. A few minutes later, Jack loses himself in lust and picks up his pace dramatically, sawing his engorged monster in and out of poor little Mandy's aching rectum and making her cry out once more in pain. "No! Ahhhhhhh! Daddy... Please- you're going too fast! It hurts!" screams Amanda with tears streaming down her face. (Barbara's eyes also have tears flowing freely down them as she watches her poor baby get buggered hard by her late husband. She sobs audibly now, but still can't tear her eyes away from the awful scene.) Fortunately for both mother and daughter, Jack was rapidly approaching orgasm. A few moments later, the intense pleasure of his toddler's tiny gripping orifice is just too much for him as he pulls out his dick with a cry. "Ohhhh! Quick Mandy- turn around! Daddy's gonna cum again!" Hurriedly complying, the toddler brushes the tears from her eyes and sits on the bed before her Daddy once more and says: "Oh yes, Daddy! (sniffle) Cum... Cum in my mouth again- I wanna drink some more of your baby juice! juice! C... C'mon Daddy- squirt it!" "Oh fuck, yes! Here it is, my little cumbunnie! This time it's all going in your mouth! Oh yeah- eat all of Daddy's fucksauce! Ohhhhhh!" Shot after shot of Jack's sperm fires out of his cock like a cannon, straight into the intended target of his toddler's wide open mouth. Mandy's mouth fills up quickly, her Daddy's aim nearly perfect from years of practice. With his second load spent, Jack moves back to look at his daughter as the camera zooms in upon her face. "Wow! Your mouth is really full this time, honey. Okay, baby- show Daddy what a good girl you are and swallow it all down into your tummy." Staring up at her daddy with wide-eyed innocence and a mouthful of warm, creamy cum, Mandy makes a big show of gulping down his gooey seed. (Gulp!) "Mmmmmmmmm!" she says licking her lips with a big smile on her face, the pain forgotten in the pleasure of getting her creamy dessert. "Your sperm tastes so good! Thank you for cumming in my mouth again, Daddy." All of a sudden the unknown power releases her from the hypnotized state she was in, and she immediately presses the stop button on the VCR remote and shuts off the TV. Then she sets the remote down, shock threatening to overpower her. "Why, Jack... How could you do such a thing to our daughter?!" Barbara begins mumbling and then screaming. "You fucking bastard!!!! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!!!!" Pounding the pillows and the bed repeatedly, Barbara finally stops and then cradles herself into a fetal position upon her bed. Barbara then cries herself to sleep, exhaustion finally overwhelming her. CHAPTER THREE: SO MANY QUESTIONS... Barbara has many disturbing dreams throughout the night and morning. The last one she has, she is standing in the nursery shortly after bringing her newborn daughter home, watching helplessly as her husband jerks off on their baby sleeping in the crib. She wants to cry out, to scream at her husband and tell her to leave their daughter alone, but she is paralyzed and can't move or speak. After watching him ejaculate a huge load upon the infant's face and mouth in utter revulsion, she is finally able to move again. Jack steps aside and beckons her to come forth and look at their daughter's sperm-covered face, an evil grin spread upon his face. She moves very slowly, almost painfully towards the crib. But when she looks down at the baby, she sees not Mandy's semen-splattered face but her own!!! And when she looks back up at her husband in horror, she sees her own father's leering face! Barbara is woken up from this last horrific dream around 11 am, startled by the phone ringing off the hook. Opening her eyes and squinting in her tired daze, she looks over at the clock and realizes she has slept very late. Shaking the cobwebs out of her head, Barbara sits up in her bed and stretches her arm out, abruptly ending the annoying sound. She tiredly murmurs a greeting into the receiver. "Hello...?" "Mommy, It's me," said the familiar voice. "Oh hi, sweetheart," Barbara immediately perks up, shaking off the aftereffects of the disturbing dreams. "How are you? Are you having a good time at Grandma's?" "Yes, Mommy. Grandma and Grandpa took me to McDonald's for breakfast and I had eggs and bacon and sausage and hash browns and lemme think... Oh yeah, I had some orange juice, too. And then I got to play in the playground outside, and then we played checkers and watched cartoons when we got back. And then..." Barbara listened to her daughter go on and on with the youthful exuberance that most children possess, giving her input where needed. After about fifteen minutes of Mandy's happy prattle, Barbara abruptly ends the conversation, needing to speak to her mother. She wants to look into how much damage her late husband did to their daughter, and figures maybe her mother has seen some signs of abuse that she never noticed. "Oh, Mommy, you should have seen it! And then-" "Sweetie, stop for a second and listen to Mommy. Are you listening?" "Yes, Mommy." "Okay, good. Mommy wants to speak to Grandma now, okay baby? We can talk some more later- go put Grandma on the phone." "Okay, Mommy. I love you." "I love you too, sweetheart- now go get Grandma." Barbara hears voices speaking in the background and waits until hearing her mother's greeting. "Hello? Barbara?" came her mother's voice through the receiver. "Hi, Mom- it's me. How are you?" "I'm fine, dear. But how are you doing all alone in that big house?" "Well it's been hard... I miss Jack terribly and I'm glad you offered to take Mandy while I go through his things..." "Anytime, dear. Your father and I love having her over. She brightens up this old house and puts a sparkle in your father's eyes that I don't see too often. She's a real live one, that Mandy of yours. Seems to have an unlimited supply of energy." Barbara inwardly balks for some odd reason at the mention of her father being so fond of her daughter, but quickly pushes it away. "Yeah, that's Mandy alright. Well I'm glad you're all enjoying her visit- she's actually the reason I called..." "Miss her, do ya? Well she misses you, too, dear. She goes on and on saying how much her Mommy likes this or how much you like that..." "Really? Well I'm glad she thinks so highly of me, but I need to ask you a few questions, Ma." "Okay, dear, I'm all ears." Barbara hears her Dad in the background say "Well if you'd wear a damn hat, no one would notice." She ignores the barb at her mom and her mother just gives her dad the evil eye and sighs. "Well, Ma, I wanted to ask you if you ever noticed any kind of strange behavior from Mandy." "Strange behavior? What sort of strange behavior?" "Well... I mean... Have you ever noticed Mandy acting a bit... Inappropriately?" "Inappropriately? What do you mean, dear?" "Well... Has Mandy ever... Seemed more sexually aware for her age?" The question startled the elderly woman, causing her to momentarily pause with a sharp intake of breath. Breathing normally again, she takes the cordless phone into the bedroom for privacy and shuts the door. Then she just as quickly lets it out and speaks. "Sexually aware?!!! Barbara, why would you ask a question like that?! What's going on?!!!" "Just... Please answer the question, Ma. Has Mandy ever touched herself around you or shown an unusual curiosity in her body or I don't know- just... Anything?" "Sweetheart, I don't know why you're asking all these strange questions, but I have never seen Mandy act any differently than you were at that age. If I had, I would have told you. Mandy's just a normal, energetic child that loves her Mommy and misses her..." Afraid of upsetting her daughter any further, Barbara's mom cuts her sentence off before she mentions Jack. "It's okay, Mom. You can say it- Mandy misses her Daddy. Well I was missing her Daddy, too, and I'm all alone, and now I find out that..." Barbara suddenly becomes incoherent and loses it, tears streaming down her face as her voice breaks in pain and frustration. Her mother tries to comfort her as best as she can. "Barbara... Sweetheart, it'll be okay. He... He's in a better place with the Lord and I'm sure he doesn't want you to hurt over him anymore. He would want you to move on with your life and take good care of little Mandy. He loved you both a lot and--" "Did he, Mom? (Sniffle) Did he really love us? Cause I just don't know anymore. I don't know if I every really knew him at all." Silence accompanies that last sentence as Barbara's mother gathers her thoughts and takes a few deep breaths to compose herself. After about 10 seconds, she speaks once more. "Listen, Barbara, I don't know where all this is coming from. What happened, sweetheart? Who have you been talking to?" "Mom, I just... I... I found..." Not able to bring herself to tell her mother about the tapes, Barbara cuts herself off and decides to end the conversation. "Mom, I'm gonna pick up Mandy sometime this evening. Have her ready to go by six o'clock." "Barbara, honey, are you sure you're ready? You've only had a few days to yourself and--" Barely restraining her temper, Barbara interrupts her mother, nearly screaming at the elderly woman. "Mom, would you just do as I ask- please?!!! I want my daughter home today, dammit!" "Okay, dear- whatever you want. I'll make sure she's all ready when you get here." "Thank you. Look, do me a favor and don’t tell Daddy what we talked about, but give him my love. I gotta go- tell Mandy I miss her and I'll see her tonight. I love you, Ma. Gotta go- bye." Hanging up the phone, Barbara sits on the bed and buries her face in her hands, half-sobbing, half-seething. "Damn you Jack!" she murmurs through her hands. How could you do this to our daughter? How could you do this me?!!!!" All at once, Barbara practically leaps off of the bed and grabs the picture of her wedding photo off of her nightstand. "Why Jack?!!!!" she screams once more. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!!!" It a fit of rage and pain, Barbara hurls the picture against the wall, shattering the glass inside the frame. Then she throws herself upon her bed, belly facing down, and buries her face into a pillow and alternates crying and screaming for the next couple of hours. ********************************************************* CHAPTER FOUR: HOMECOMING Shortly after 6pm, Barbara arrives at her parents' house. Mandy hears the car door slam and rushes outside to greet her mother with the elderly couple looking out the screen door. "Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy!" shouts Mandy excitedly as she rushes into her mother's arms. "Hi, baby. Mommy missed you!" says Barbara as she envelops her daughter in all-encompassing hug. "C'mon sweetie, let's go inside and get your things." Barbara and Mandy go inside as her mother holds the door open for them. "Hi, Mom." says Barbara as she embraces the elderly woman warmly. "It's good to see you, sweetheart. Are you okay, dear? Feeling any better?" Releasing the embrace, Barbara replies: "Not really, Ma. Hey, Daddy!" Her father comes forward to hug his "little girl." "Hey, sweetheart- it's good to see you again." "You, too. I'm so... Oh, Daddy- it's just so awful!" Breaking down once more, the distraught young woman cries on her Daddy's shoulder- just like she did when she was a child. Her mother can see that she needs her Daddy and so she takes Mandy into the kitchen quietly for some milk and cookies. Glad to be alone with her father, but suddenly feeling awkward in the embrace, Barbara pushes away from her dad. "So what going on, pumpkin? You have your mother half-worried to death over you." "Well it's... It's Jack, Daddy. I... I found out some things about him... Some bad things." "Oh... Oh I see." "No, I don't think you do, Daddy. This is... This is worse than you could possibly imagine." "I... Well, sweetheart, I know that Jack loved you and Amanda, so whatever it is, it can't be so bad that it could ever change that." "So what are you saying? That I should just forget all about it just because you think Jack "loved" me and our daughter?!!!" "Well, honey, you won't tell me what it is, so I can't really help you here. Your mother said you asked some weird questions but refused to tell me what, so I don't know what you want me to say..." Not comfortable with asking her father about Mandy’s sexual behavior, Barbara twists the truth and blurts out the only thing she could come up with. "Daddy he... (Sigh) He cheated on me with another... girl." "Oh!" "And it was a younger girl, too, Daddy. Not even graduated from high school." Barbara omits many details, unable to admit to her father the whole truth about her late husband and daughter. "Oh, I see. Well..." "Why would he do such a thing, Daddy- why?!!!" cries Barbara, once again falling into her father's arms. "I... I don't know, sweetheart. There's absolutely no reason to cheat on you..." Barbara’s confused mind now tries to come up with an excuse for Jack’s illegal infidelity with their own daughter, and so she starts blaming herself. "Am I too old and ugly, Daddy?! (sniffle) Too fat?! Am I too boring?! Is that why he did this to me?!!!" "No, pumpkin, no. You're a very beautiful woman and no man in his right mind would ever think otherwise. In fact... Come with me, sweetheart. C'mon!" She reluctantly follows her daddy into her parents' bedroom. She doesn’t understand why she’s been feeling so awkward around her father lately, as she was always very close to him when she was a child. She decides she's just suffering some lingering effects from the nightmares and shoves the disturbing images out of her mind as her father ushers her in front of the mirror and stands close behind her. "Look, sweetheart. You see that pretty face staring back? That's you! Why, look at how beautiful you are! Such beautiful eyes... Such long, silky hair... Such soft, silky skin... Such... Such large, floppy--" Not liking what she was hearing, and feeling very uncomfortable as her father's touches seem to become more insistent, Barbara pulls away and cuts him off in mid-sentence. "Daddy, I think Mandy and I better get going, now!" she cries, moving hurriedly out of the room. Entering the kitchen, Barbara sees her daughter with a mouthful of chocolate-chip cookies while her mother sips her coffee. "Mandy, honey, it's time to go. Finish up that cookie and say goodnight to Grandma, so we can leave." "Barbara, dear, can't you stay for some coffee?" questions her disappointed mother. "No, Ma- it's time to go. I'm really exhausted and I'm not feeling well. We'll have coffee... Some other time." Barbara rushes Mandy along and is relieved when they are in the car on the way home. She nearly speeds out of the driveway in her hurry to get out of there, leaving her arguing parents behind. "What did you do to the poor kid?" asks her bewildered mother to her father, both of them watching Barbara speed away through the window. "Nothing that I know of. She was fine one minute and then the next... I think our daughter could really use some counseling, 'cause I don't know if she'll ever get over Jack." replies her father smoothly, shutting the front door behind him. ********************************************************************** It took nearly half an hour for Barbara to drive home, and she was very glad when she finally pulled up into the driveway. They both get out of the car, with Barbara retrieving her daughter's suitcase from the back seat. Once all the doors are shut and locked, Barbara unlocks the front door to the house and they head inside. Now that they were finally home, Barbara shuts and latches the door, and sets the suitcase down on the side of the sofa. Then she sits down on the living room couch and has Mandy stand in front of her, wanting to gently interrogate her to find out the truth straight from her daughter‘s mouth. "Mandy, honey, Mommy needs to ask you a few questions. Now these questions may frighten you, but I want you to know I love you and would never do or say anything to hurt you. You trust Mommy, don't you?" Shaking her head up and down, Mandy replies: "Yes, Mommy." "Okay, sweetheart. Try to be a brave girl for Mommy and answer a few questions. Okay?" "Okay." "That's Mommy's good little girl." Taking her daughter's tiny hands in her own, Barbara looks into her eyes and begins her worried interrogation. "Sweetheart, Mommy needs to know if you know what... sex is?" Taught by her Daddy never to tell about their "funtime," but wanting to please her mother, Mandy is unsure on how to answer. "Sweetie, it's really important that you answer Mommy." "Well..." Mandy begins, but then stops. "Mandy, honey, it's okay. Daddy would want you to tell me." "But Daddy always said..." "Daddy's gone, sweetheart. As much as that hurts the both of us, we have to face it. Daddy's in... Daddy's in heaven and would want you to tell Mommy what you know because he can't talk to Mommy anymore." (Barbara almost choked on the word heaven, her anger and frustration making her think of someplace hotter for him to spend eternity.) "He would? "Yes, sweetheart, he would. Please tell me." Finally, Mandy relents and starts talking about the things her Daddy and she used to do. Barbara tunes out much of what she was saying, not able to accept the reality of the situation. Fighting back tears, the agonized mother struggles to listen as her daughter goes on and on about all the fun she and her Daddy had. After about five minutes of Mandy's confessions, Barbara can't take anymore and begins to break down and cry. Her soft-hearted daughter tries to console her. "Mommy, don't cry. Do you want me to kiss your pussy to make you feel better?" Barbara feels a twinge in her long-neglected pussy as the suggestion takes a foothold in her brain. She doesn't understand the evil thoughts and quickly dismisses the momentarily lapse. Then, brushing the tears from her eyes, she responds to her daughter. "Sweetheart, no! Mommies and daughters aren't supposed to do things like that- it's wrong." "But why, Mommy?! I know you like it when someone puts their mouth down there, because..." Taken aback once more, Barbara tunes out the rest of her child's sentence and takes the next minute or two to clear the increasingly disturbing thoughts of her little girl. She recalls all the dalliances she had with both sexes back in college before meeting her husband. In her mind, one face from the past after another takes their place between her legs as her startlingly wet vagina contracts with the memories. Then Jack enters her mind, as she remembers how good her husband was at eating cunt- he was the best lover she ever had. Finally, as Jack's face fades away, Mandy's face replaces it and lowers her mouth to..." "Mommy, you're hurting me!" Shaken out of her mind warp, Barbara is suddenly aware that she was squeezing her daughter way too tightly. She immediately releases her grip and then draws Mandy close to her in a deep embrace, apologizing all the way. "Oh, baby, Mommy's so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, sweetheart. Mommy loves you more than anything else in the whole world!" she cries holding her daughter lovingly. "I love you too, Mommy. So, ummm... Do you want me too... You know- lick you?" asks Mandy shyly. Barely restraining her anger, Barbara pushes her daughter away and tells her to get ready for bed. "Amanda Joy!" she nearly yells using the child's first two names together. "I think you better get ready for bed now. No arguments either, young lady. Go get your pajamas on and brush your teeth." Knowing better than to argue with her mother when she was this upset, Mandy marches to her room and does as she was told. Fifteen minutes later, she's all ready for bed. Barbara comes in to check on her, and then kisses her goodnight. Too worn out to stay up, Barbara heads to bed herself. She is plagued by only one recurring dream throughout the night, but this time they involve herself and her daughter while Jack is the one to watch. ***************************************************************** Sometime around 3 am, Mandy knocks softly upon her mother's door, waking her up from her slumber. She gets up and opens the door, and seeing her daughter so distraught, the anger of being woken up quickly dissipates. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Barbara asks, putting the troubling dream out of her mind. "Mommy, can I sleep with you? I had a bad dream." "Oh baby, I'm sorry. C'mere, sweetie- come lay down with Mama and tell her all about it." Pulling the blankets up for her daughter, Barbara makes room for the scared child. Mandy climbs up next to her mother, pulls the blankets up, and then snuggles close to her mother. "There, there, sweetheart. Mommy's here and she loves you. Why don't you tell me all about your nightmare, sweetie- Mommy's listening." "Oh, Mommy- it was awful and I was so scared! Daddy was alive and then he died and I was so sad and then it got worse 'cause then you died too and then I was all alone!" relates Mandy in one long run-on sentence. "Shhhh, sweetheart. It's okay- Mommy's right here and she's not gonna die. You know why, sweetheart? Cause Mommy loves her little angel sooooo much and God knows that and so he'll never take me away, baby." "But... (sniffle) But he took Daddy away!" (Sigh) I know, sweetheart. But... But your Daddy was in an accident and sometimes... Well sometimes God gets so busy that he misses things like accidents. But now that he has your Daddy with him in... heaven, he's watching extra-close to make sure something like that doesn't happen again. Okay, sweetheart? God won't let anything happen to me, why I bet he's even got a couple of angels assigned to our whole family, just to make sure nothing like that happens ever again. Okay, baby?" It was the best story Barbara could come up with on such short notice, and it seemed to do the trick as Mandy accepted it and settled down. Holding her daughter close, she soon drifts off to sleep. Amanda Joy soon notices her exhausted Mommy has fallen asleep and uses the time to think about things in her childish way. She wonders if she had done the right thing by telling her Mommy the things that Daddy said to never speak about, even though it seemed to her that Barbara hadn't heard half the things she had said. And she didn't understand why her Mommy had rejected her- she knew that Barbara liked having her pussy eaten. She hated to see her mother so sad like she's been over the past year. She missed her Daddy, too, but the poor child also missed her mother, because after Jack died, it was like a part of her Mommy had died with him. Mandy longed to be close to her mother like she once had been, and do all the things together like they used to do. She was certain she could make her Mommy feel better if Barbara would just allow her to lick her down there... And that's when it hits her- her mother is ASLEEP! The gears inside her little brain start moving around as she contemplates what would happen if she were to eat her mother while she was unconscious. Wanting so badly for her mother to be happy again, the child decides she has to at least try. She gently disentangles herself from Barbara's grasp and crawls underneath the covers an inch or two at a time, being very careful not to wake her mother. Crawling headfirst and nearing the intended target, Mandy stops and listens to make sure she still hears her Mommy's steady, rhythmic breathing. Satisfied that her mother was still "out like a light," Amanda Joy very carefully feels her away around in the general direction where she knew her Mom's legs were, and pulls up Barbara's nightgown. She couldn't see a thing, but now that her mother's nighty was up to her waist, a pleasant, musky scent filled her nostrils. Heart thumping in her chest, she peels back her mother's panties and pushes her tongue forward like a heat-seeking missile. Mandy makes contact with Barbara's long-neglected pussy, and is pleased by the taste and feel of her mother's cuntlips. Barbara moans in her sleep, moving slightly around, but Mandy was not about to be stopped- even if her Mom woke up and scolded her. Mandy pulls her mother's labia open and upwards -knowing this would expose her clit- and begins flicking her tongue upon it. Barbara's increasing moans are music to Mandy's ears as she knows how badly her mother needs this and was glad she was enjoying it. She slurps her Mommy's now engorged clit into her mouth and sucks on it, twirling her tongue around and around. "Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh, God! Oh lick me, baby. Ohhhh. Ohhhhh... What...?!!" Barbara's eyes suddenly snap open, awakening her from her erotic dream. Feeling the intense pleasure coming from down below but not knowing the source, she quickly yanks off the covers, revealing her little daughter hungrily slobbering over her spasming cunt. "Oh my God... Ohhhh... Mandy, St... Stop!!!" She half-heartedly tries pulling her daughter off, but Mandy would have none of that- she keeps slurping away, noisily munching her mother's carpet. "Baby, stoppppppp- ooh! You have to... Gasp! You have to stop! Oh goddddddddddddd!" Barbara's struggling slows down and then ceases altogether as her daughter begins steadily pushing three small fingers in and out of her neglected pussy while still flicking her warm wet tongue against her clit. Then as her long-needed orgasm quickly approaches, something snaps inside of Barbara... "Oh yes, Mandy- lick Mommy good! Oh baby- you're gonna make Mommy cum! Oh god yes, sweetie- eat Mommy's filthy, disgusting pussy! Yes, ooh, oh! Mommy's gonna cream your innocent little face but good, baby! Oh yesssssssssssss- godddddddddddddd! Oh yes- you like that, don't you, you filthy little girl. You like eating your Mommy's pussy, don't you?! Seeing the sudden change of her mother's demeanor, Mandy pulls her face away momentarily and says: "Yes, Mommy. I love eating your pussy- it tastes so good! Mmmmmmmmm!" Amanda Joy's face is pushed back into her Mother's swampy cunt and she starts lapping away at her love button once more. Barbara's body is on fire as she smears her dripping pussy all over the eight year old's face. Her daughter is relentless with her determination to make her mother "feel better," and so it is with her daughter lapping away at her clit and her fingers pushing a steady rhythm, Barbara can take no more and begins cumming violently. Writhing in ecstasy and babbling incoherently, she holds Mandy's little face tightly against her steaming, convulsing cunt. "Ohhhhhh Godddddddd, Mandyyyyyy- Mommy's gonna cummmmmmmmm! Ohhhhhhhh!" Barbara creams all over her daughter's face and fingers with a thunderous orgasm. The child laps up all the sticky juice, so proud of herself for making her Mommy feel so good. Mandy lifts her head up and giggles when her mother finally releases the grip on the back of her head then licks the excess juice off of her lips. "Did you like that, Mommy? Did I do it good?" "Oh god yes, baby! You made Mommy cum like she hasn't done in a long, long time! You're such a nasty little cumbunnie, aren't you?!" "Yes, Mommy. I loved tasting your cuntjuice." "Good, baby- 'cause now it's Mommy's turn to show you how much she loves to eat little girl cunt! Take off your pajamas for Mommy- Atta girl." Mandy gets naked and smiles sweetly for her Momma, who was devouring the child with her eyes. "Oh yeah- look how pretty you are, baby! Mommy's gonna eat you all up! First I wanna start with your cute little ass, baby, so lay on your tummy for Momma." "Okay, Mommy." Amanda does as she's instructed, as Barbara scoots down below. Getting comfortable upon her own stomach, Barbara grabs the twin globes of her daughter's ass and pries them apart. Having her daughter slightly arch her back for better access, Barbara begins feasting upon her butt. She alternates licking up and down Mandy's crack, and flicking her tongue at the child's tasty pink little anus. "Oh, Mommy! (Giggle) Your mouth feels good!" cries the happy child as her mother's tongue trails down her backside and over her plump cuntlips. "Oh you like that, do you?" teases Barbara, momentarily pausing her tongue-work. You like the way your nasty Mommy licks your little hiney?" "Yes, Mommy. Your tongue feels good when you lick me." "Oh yes, baby- Mommy knows! And you know what Mommy wants to do to you now, my sweet little cumbunnie?" "What, Mommy?" "Well, baby... Your nasty Momma wants you to turn around so she can lick your bald little wee-wee. Would you like that? You want your filthy Mommy to stick her tongue inside your secret-place, baby?" (giggle) "Yes, Mommy. Please stick your tongue inside my cunnie and lick me good, Momma." Barbara has her daughter turn around and lie flat on her back, spreading her small, skinny legs apart. Then the depraved woman lowers her face towards the angelic preteen's honey-pot. Barbara starts with long, slow licks up and down the child's puffy labia. Then she picks up speed for a few seconds, and then goes right back to he slow and steady pace. Next, she pulls Mandy's prepubescent lips apart and darts her tongue in and out of her daughter's fuckhole. Then she sucks Amanda's clit into her mouth, tugging at the labia with her lips before releasing. "You like what your nasty Mommy's doing to your cunt, baby?" Barbara asks, looking up into her daughter's trusting eyes. "Yes, Mommy. Your mouth feels good on my pussy- hehe!" Excited even more by her daughter's nervous giggle, Barbara begins licking the child's cunt at a frenzied pace. Mandy squeals in delight as her mother devours her pinkness. "Ooh! Hehehe! That feels really good, Mommy!" "Tell Mommy what a filthy slut she is, baby! C'mon- let Mommy hear all those nasty words you know!" cries Barbara after lifting her face up for a moment in expectation. Mandy knows what's required of her, having been taught vulgar words and expressions her entire life... "You're a... slut, Mommy! You're a nasty, perverted, whore! You're a big... Mommyslut that loves to eat her own little girl's cunt! Eat my juicy little pussy, you stinkin' perverted bitch!" cries the child in her innocent little voice. "Oh God yes, baby! I'm just a filthy disgusting whore who loves eating her own daughter's bald little pussy! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Barbara lowers her head once more and attacks the preteen's pussy, licking and sucking the girl like a woman possessed. Amanda Joy's pussy contracts as she shivers and giggles through her not-so-childish orgasm. "Ooh, Mommy! That feels so... sooooo good! (Giggle, giggle) Ahhnnn... Ahhhhnnn... Ooooh! Hehehehehe!" When her daughter is done juicing, Barbara sits up and pulls her daughter to her, pressing her lips against the child's in a passionate kiss. They mingle their tongues together, tasting their own bodily fluids from one another's mouths. After they pull apart a few minutes later, Barbara pulls the straps down off of her nighty revealing her humongous, milky-white breasts. She lays down upon the bed and has her daughter lay down on top of her, encouraging the child to suckle at her nipples. "That's a good girl, sweetheart- suck on Mommy's breasts. Not too hard- Mommy's still sensitive after having her orgasm." "I know, Momma. Your titties are so big and soft! I like to play with them, Mommy!" Amanda plays lightly with her Mommy's tremendous titflesh, both of them basking in the afterglow of sex. She rubs her face all over them, planting gentle kisses all over the spongy skin. She licks all around her areolas, and sucks the nipples gently. Meanwhile, Barbara rubs her daughter's firm little bottom and tweaks her tiny nipples once or twice, when all of a sudden she experiences an extreme case of deja vu. Sensing her Mother's growing discomfort, Mandy speaks up. "Mommy, what's wrong?" Suddenly pushing the child away, Barbara gets up off the bed with her mind in a haze. Mandy watches helplessly -not knowing what to do- as her Mom glides across the room, moving towards the bedroom mirror. Now staring at her reflection, an odd thought occurs to Barbara about the tape she watched: If Jack was IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA, then someone else must have been the cameraman... Or woman. Suddenly turning around and staring at her daughter, the impact of what she just did with the child hits her full-blast, and she screams as the floodgate of memories burst open... PROLOGUE After Jack had died, Barbara's mind snapped with guilt and sorrow and so she blocked out all the sexual things the two of them had done with her daughter. Further analysis reveals that Barbara was already suffering from some form of Identity Disorder, as Jack had surmised. He noticed early on at the beginning of their relationship that she seemed to turn into someone completely different at times, especially when sex was involved. He tried to hide her problems from the world by covering for her when he could, and made sure their daughter never mentioned anything to Barbara about what happened during their "funtime." Furthermore, Jack had deduced that his wife's father had had sexual relations of his own with her when she was just a young girl, as there were times when Barbara behaved like a little child. Needless to say, he didn't miss the opportunity for some incestual fun of his own when he caught Barbara licking Mandy when the child was just a baby. (He never mentioned what he knew to her father, either, and Barbara's mother never had an inkling about anything.) During the confession, Barbara blocked out Mandy's words whenever her daughter mentioned that she was involved in the games. Amanda also tried to tell her mom that she knew that she liked cunnilingus because she always had enjoyed it from the child before, but of course Barbara cut her off before she could finish. Just how many personalities she actually has is unclear, although it seems likely she is suffering form some form of "Schizophrenia," or more likely, "Dissociative Identity Disorder." And yes, if it's not obvious by now, Barbara herself was the cameraperson and enjoyed filming as well as participating in the "fun." If she had allowed the tape to continue, she would have seen herself come out from behind the camera to clean the child's face and butt up with her tongue. The tapes they made were usually kept locked up in the chest she found, with Jack serving as the keyholder. Jack and Barbara often viewed them together when her sexual persona was in control, and he protected the rest of her identity(s) from knowing the truth. So why was it found unlocked? Well... Do you believe in ghosts? :-) And the unknown power? Well most likely it was her alters (other personalities) wanting her to face the truth, in particular the sexual alter. Or perhaps... Just maybe mind you... A certain late husband's spirit was involved. :-)

THE END...? IDENTITY CRISIS

Well this is the end of my second "cumback" story. I hope you've enjoyed my efforts, as I strive to be the very best writer I can be. You can reach me at hymensez@mrdouble.com , and tell me how you liked my first Mother/daughter story and whether or not you'd like to see a sequel. Comments, questions, suggestions and constructive criticisms are welcome. Flames will get the "royal treatment" from the delete button, so don't waste my time or yours. Some advice to would-be writers: Pay attention to detail. Get your thoughts and ideas down and then go back and polish it up with the varnish that is detail. Describing thoughts and feelings and trying to get inside the heads of the characters you're writing about will make the story much more believable. Asking yourself questions like "What makes him feel this way?" or "Why would she want to do something like this?" will help to provide another crucial element we call motivation to your story. A thesaurus and dictionary can help, too, as the same words used over and over again detracts from the story and good adjectives make a story "cum" alive. Try to refrain from using the same words too close together. And last but not least: Proofread and edit your story, making sure to tie all loose ends up. Use a text program that has a spelling and/or grammar-checking ability in it, as sloppy writing and careless errors reflect badly upon you and your story. Chances are it won't be perfect -mine certainly never are- but the less errors it has the better reading it makes. Thus endeth this little lecture, children. Ok, it's time for lunch, boys and girls- class dismissed! "Yayyyyyyy, it's pizza day!!!!" :-) Until next time, here's hoping you're never visited by a pasty-faced Michael Keaton, or even worse by a pretty-faced Patrick Swayze! Yuck! :-) -Hymen Sez