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Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2001 03:10:02 -0500
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                       Mother/Daughter Day
                           By: Tiffany
                      HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

After Mom and Dad split up, Mom took to hanging out at his favorite
watering hole, mostly to take it away from him. She took everything
else, but that plan backfired. The guys kept plying her with booze
until she was so drunk she needed help getting home and into bed. Two
or three were helping her every night. I doubt she intended to be the
bar slut, but she was and got to liking it so much she took a job as a
cocktail waitress there. She had to like it, though I'm not sure how
much she remembered.

I was fourteen at the time, waking up each morning to unfamiliar faces
in various stages of undress, often no dress at all while trying to
make coffee without knowing where anything was. I found myself helping
naked men while wearing only my shorty PJs. I must have looked
terribly sexy in my PJs, because that always got them stiff as boards.
Pretending not to notice wasn't easy when they wanted me to notice,
and stiff adult cocks fascinated me. At that age, any dick fascinated
me, stiff or otherwise, but a stiff adult model was awesome. Adult
cocks of all types filled my wicked dreams and fueled a life of
excessive masturbation and fantasy.

Before the divorce, I masturbated maybe once a week and my fantasies
were relatively tame, featuring mostly rock stars or jocks my own age,
the typical fare. After seeing my first adult cock and having it
rubbed on me, all that changed. The frequency went way up, and the
subject matter was exclusively adult. I needed fucking, not teasing,
but all I was getting was teasing with little prospect of much more
than that. They weren't the child molester type.

Over the course of a month, I met them all, all fifteen regulars, my
Dad's former drinking buddies. One by one, I showed them the kitchen
layout. They showed me their cocks. I don't know if our kitchen layout
impressed them, but I was very impressed by their cocks. Those cocks
were often shiny and sticky with my mother's vaginal wetness, which
often got wiped on me - always an accident. None of them were that
crude and nasty, just careless. Getting a good smear often came with
an apology.

I think most girls would mind that very much. I never minded the
first, and never wiped any, not even off my face or neck. I loved the
feel and the smell - the feel and smell of real sex - heady and
intoxicating - a great aid in self-fucking.

Mom remained oblivious. She always slept in. By the time she got up,
the guy or guys were gone. I was dressed. She looked like hell and
felt like shit, but by eight in the evening, she'd look great and feel
fine, ready to go out and do her thing, giving me the typical parting
advice about not opening the door to anyone for any reason, though I
usually had to get up to let the guys in because she couldn't find her
keys. She doesn't remember much when she's drunk. We didn't talk much
about her new job, new life, or new wardrobe, which was mostly a ratty
old housecoat or ultra sexy work attire.

Mom couldn't face up to what she had become. At least, she didn't want
to talk about it and seemed greatly relieved that I appeared to accept
her new avocation without needing an explanation. She really wasn't
the type to be doing what she was doing, though when she dressed like
one, she looked like one. I mean bar slut, not waitress. Her waitress
uniform would not be so bad if she wore the nylon stoking that went
with it, but with naked legs and no panties, a push-up bra, and not
much material, we are talking bar slut that serves drinks. She didn't
like me seeing her dressed that way, and getting a flash of naked
pussy was the major reason, that or a nipple popping free. Evidently,
neither was a problem in the work place, but getting there was. We had
a great deal to talk about. We simply didn't.

I was fine with that after a while. After I got to know all the guys,
I was very fine with that. They were friendly and liked to tease me,
tickle me, butt-pat me, and tittie twist me. My pokey-out nipples ask
for tweaking in my thin PJ top. When I get around a horny naked man,
they beg. They were all attacking my defenseless nipples, so I knew
they were talking to each other and sharing what they could get away
with. One would try something. If that went well, they were all doing
it, and that was how I became something to wipe a sticky dick on. My
mornings were getting better and better everyday. After one dragged my
bottoms down to spank my bare fanny for spilling sugar on the
countertop, and I took it, my mornings were looking way up.

That went so well for the brave guy who tried it, I figured fifteen
men now thought they had the right to administer physical discipline
on bare flesh. I gave the guy no problem. He got a good long look, a
good fingering feel, and after he got a good look and feel and was all
done warming my legs and fanny, I knelt between his knees and told his
stiff cock that I was sorry for being so careless.

That cock, which had been poking me in the lower abdomen, was now
pointing at my face and drooling. Sorry wasn't good enough. He placed
one hand behind my neck, aimed his cock at my lips with the other, and
closed the distance until I had a mouthful of adult cock that had the
strong, heady scent of sex. I now knew what it tasted like, and soon
discovered what sperm tasted like. While he jacked off, I sucked and
swallowed without being told to do either. I assumed he wanted that,
and further assumed he'd tell all the others that if you put a cock to
Brandy's lips, she'll suck it for you.

I didn't know he was a notorious bullshitter that no one would
believe. The rest simply weren't following his lead. I thought I gave
a great blowjob for my first attempt. He seemed to love it. I was very
careful with my teeth. I swallowed all of his cum and kept on nursing
until he was good and soft. He ended it. I didn't. How could he give a
bad report, or no report? That was bragging stuff. Maybe I was too
young to brag about, or maybe he was afraid someone might tell the
cops, or my mom, or worse, my dad. For whatever reason, they were all
acting like they didn't know or didn't want one.

I saw him again a week later. I was very curious to see how he acted.
If he didn't want another of my blowjobs, I had a problem. This time,
he stripped me naked for no good reason, spanked me thoroughly for the
hell of it, fingered the fuck out of both holes, then told me to suck
him off and do the hand work, too. I gave that child-molesting bastard
the best suck job and lick job I could, and he came to me with a
sloppy cock and balls fresh from my mommy. While licking his nuts
clean, he asked if I liked the taste of my mother's cunt. I nodded,
smiled, then sucked on a slimy nut to prove it. I did like it and
didn't care that they knew. I didn't want her to know. She would think
I was sick, but being orally cleaned by a sick bitch made him smile.

He had to brag about that scene. Three days go by with no evidence
that he had, but then another guy decided to test the waters. I was
stooped over to get the coffee can out of a low cabinet. His slimy
cock pressed to my lips at the corner of my mouth. I opened wide after
turning my head, dropped the coffee, and gave him a kneeling blowjob
with genital cleaning that put a great big smile on his face. He had
credibility. The rest wanted blowjobs, spanking, fingering, the works,
and Mom was none the wiser.

They all had me but no one tried to fuck me, which surprised me since
I was putty in their hands, usually naked putty, seemingly agreeable
to anything sexual. I was a bit disappointed, but I assumed no one
wanted to get caught fucking a minor, or risk knocking one up,
especially Patty's daughter, or Bill's daughter, or anyone's minor
daughter. I understood, but I would never tell. If I got knocked up,
that was my tough luck. If I were a guy, I'd fuck a girl like me and
not care. They raved about my tight pussy, so I knew that wasn't the
problem. Their fingers loved it, and my pussy adored large manly
digits. The trouble was, my pussy craved large manly cocks,
unsheathed, raw, and full of cum. My little cunt was thirsty.

My brave bullshitter guy satisfied my curiosity by coming to my room
one night. I awoke with a start with a manly hand clamped over my
mouth. He tore the covers off and mounted me. I was now sleeping in
the nude and coming out nude in the morning. There was no point in
wearing PJs as that was always the first order of business, getting me
all the way naked and keeping me that way. They were also taking me in
to look at my sprawled and zonked-out mother, showing me her cunt,
even fucking her lifeless body while I watched. He got in easy, fucked
me hard, and came inside my pussy without a care in the world.

That bastard raped me. He flat out raped my young ass in the pussy,
raped it good, raped it long, then languished there while my womb
soaked up sperm with him telling me to get pregnant. I didn't know how
except to lie there and soak-up sperm. I did that well. He was very
pleased, but I knew he was a bullshitter by then. This wasn't likely
to do me much good. Then again, he did have greater credibility. He
was right about my love of sucking a soiled cock, fresh from my
mother's cunt, sometimes so fresh, they pulled out of her and put it
right in my mouth. I sucked a lot of cock in the same room with her. I
sucked some with my head resting on her pubic mound, and she was still
none the wiser. I ate her fucked pussy and she didn't even know.

The next two didn't try, but the third did while I was on my knees
licking Mom's pussy. That took balls, and I couldn't lick gently with
a guy fucking me. That was very risky, but we got away with it. Until
she wakes up around noon, nothing much can wake her. I hear she's a
good fuck until she passes out, but after that, she's a dead fish. I
wasn't, so they'd fuck her and then come to me, or nail me in the
morning.

Three months into this thing, I am as pregnant as I can get. She still
hasn't caught on and isn't even suspicious. I am getting my brains
fucked out almost every day, and she thinks I'm still an innocent
virgin. Outwardly, I didn't change, but my outward appearance was due
to change. I wasn't looking forward to the day she looked at my
puffed-up belly and made a face, then asked questions. I thought about
telling her the truth, because this was all her fault. Bringing all
those nasty men into out home was all her doing. What the hell did she
think would happen? Did she think she was the only desirable piece of
ass in the house?

I thought it best to start giving her some hints. The first hint was
letting her find out that I was sleeping in the nude. She didn't work
every night, so on a night she stayed home, I came out nude for my
nighty night kiss. She noticed right away and noticed that I shaved
the lips like she does. She didn't say anything, but she did look,
took note, made a curious face, gave me my kiss, then asked why the
Lady Godiva routine, which was no big deal since we no longer had a
man of the house and none visiting, just us cunts all alone. We
sometimes saw each other naked, but I never walked around the house
naked, and neither did she. This was odd behavior. I knew that might
draw a question, and a follow-up as to why I was shaving my cunt,
which she would refer to as a vagina or pussy when drunk.

She asked my bare ass, but I turned to reply, "I like sleeping in the
nude, so I don't wear PJs anymore."

She was staring at my bare cunt lips, thinking, but looked up to say,
"Just curious. I prefer sleeping nude myself."

I waited for more, because her eyes returned to my crotch, but when
she didn't say more, I said, "Well, good night."

I turned and walked away, feeling her eyes low on my ass in the
center, catching the rear view of shaved pussy, which is a very
provocative view when walking. Everyone agrees that I look great
walking away. I was just about to enter the hallway when she said,
"You are awfully young to be shaving that high up, Brandy. A woman
shaves to look more attractive between the legs. Why are you shaving
there?"

I faced her and said, "Same reason. I have seen your pussy without the
pubic hair on the lips, and I like the way it looks. I think shaved
pussy lips look very sexy. I want my pussy to look sexy, so I shaved
the lips like yours. I like the way my pussy looks, don't you?"

Four pussies from me had her thinking hard while staring at my pussy,
which I was showing in a stance designed for showing pussy, not being
too obvious, but obviously not shy about showing pussy or using the
term so liberally. She was speechless or still thinking, so I returned
and made it more obvious with a cunt tilted up, knees bowed out
slightly, and a hand brought down to run fingers lightly over the
shaved areas, asking again if she thought my pussy looked sexy this
way.

She watched my fingers and got to see pink, because I wanted her to
see the pink parts that the guys raved about. I have the pinkest pink.
I am gorgeous in the slit. I am proud of my juicy pink cunt guts. She
needed to see that pride and understand the consequences of bringing
so many horny men over for sleep-overs. They were all big fans of
pussy. She had to know that. She also needed to know who had the best.
I showed her in a lets-see-you-top-this sort of way.

She took it all in and looked closely, even leaning forward and
dipping her head to see everything I offered before saying, "This is a
very sexy pussy." She said that and then sat back to study me, looking
to my face while I continued playing with my pussy, doing a two-
fingered stroking of the slit, masturbation foreplay that kept drawing
her eyes down.

I was determined to keep that up until she said something. She needed
to know that I was not a little girl who never thought about sex. A
thinking woman might see that she isn't dealing with an inexperienced
virgin, and a woman who has been around might know a well-fucked cunt
when she saw one being well stroked. My pussy didn't look like little-
girl pussy anymore. It looked like a little cunt. Hers looked like a
big cunt, but we both had similar looking cunts. Men just happen to
prefer fucking the smaller version.

I must have stood there stroking my cunt for at least two full minutes
with her watching intently, deep in thought, not sure what to make of
this demonstration that was clearly a demonstration. I had no reason
to remain except to showoff my sexy cunt to an audience of one - my
own mother. That was very odd behavior for me, or any girl my age. At
least she didn't get pissed or look upset. She just stared deep in
thought, but finally said, "The guys at the bar all rave about my sexy
daughter. They do go on. One would think they had seen you naked. Have
they?"

"Yes. They all go around naked, so I do, too. I do live here. A girl
should be able to go naked in her own house, don't you agree?"

She had to mull that over, but she didn't seem too surprised by my
confession. She was now looking at a fucked cunt getting fingered and
stroked. She had to feel partly to blame, and that was my purpose, to
get that seed planted before my belly began blooming.

After mulling that over, and seeing mild masturbation, she said, "I
see. Well, that explains it. I can't say I agree, not when we have
male company over, but I can see why you would want to assert your
freedom. You are obviously very proud of your body. I'm sure you get a
great deal of attention. Someone awakened you sexually. Might I ask
who?"

"I'm wide awake, but I don't kiss and tell."

"Okay, Brandy, you made your point. You can finish that in private."

She was right, but it was feeling so good. I stopped and started to
leave. As an after-thought, I gave her a long kiss on the lips with a
hand resting firmly on her right breast. I gave her a bisexual kiss,
which she seemed okay with getting from me. She didn't stiffen,
resist, or try to break it off, which I took as a good sign. The kiss
was impulsive. I did it because I wanted to kiss her that way, and I
have always wanted to feel her tits with her wide awake and conscious.
I felt one real good. Before the kiss ended, I slipped my hand into
her top and ran it over naked flesh and toyed with the turgid nipple.
That spoke volumes. I had already been very sexual with her, only she
didn't know it. She at least knew I was bisexual, and had to be
wondering about the liberties a bisexual daughter might take with an
unconscious mom with a very sexy pussy.

She took that fondling kiss very well. After I left, I wished I had
run my hand up her leg and felt her pussy. I'm sure she would have sat
passively through that, too. Who knows, maybe I could have gone down
on her. I'd like to see her play passive through that. I am tired of
eating pussy that doesn't react to being eaten. I do it to turn the
guys on, and that works great for that. It's also great for getting
fucked in my favorite position. If Mom only knew how sexual we really
were. What we just did was nothing. She had to suspect after the kiss
and feeling up I gave her.

Since she didn't work or go into the bar, she was up in the morning
when I came out. I came out naked as usual. She was in panties, only
panties, which wasn't at all usual, and not at all practical for
frying bacon. Her ratty old housecoat with funky slippers was the
usual. I didn't think she ever wore panties. She sure looked sexy in
them. On seeing me, she smiled, and said, "Are you in the mood for
bacon and eggs?"

"Sure."

I came over and rested a hand on her ass to peer into the frying pan.
She acted like seeing me naked was no big deal, and my touching her
ass was normal fare. I thought this was pretty neat. To see if I could
get a rise out of her, I slipped my hand in under her panties to feel
all over her bare ass. It wasn't until I delved low in the center and
touched pussy that she said, "Do I need a shave?"

That was cool. Since she asked, I made a thorough exam and worked her
panties down to mid-thigh to do it before offering my opinion that she
was smooth as silk. She had no reply, and didn't say anything about me
keeping my hand between her legs, and I was playing with a freshly-
shaved pussy.

She looked funny standing there like that letting me do that. She was
looking sexy for someone. She also got up and shaved for someone.
Unless she was expecting company, I had to be that someone. Since I
had a hand free, I took a tit. Lucky I did, too, because just as I
did, the bacon popped and my hand saved her nipple from a hot drop of
grease. I jerked my hand away to wipe it on my side, but got right
back on the tit as I entered her pussy with my two middle fingers.

She stood back a bit more after turning the flame down, ignoring all
the liberties I was taking with her body. Evidently, she thought long
and hard about that parting scene and decided to accept a bisexual
daughter. If that was the case, she wouldn't mind a licking, so I got
on my knees behind her, dropped her panties to her feet, pulled her
cheeks apart, and licked all the slippery pink parts. That had her
gripping the edges of the stove, but she didn't say anything. She took
a licking and kept right on cooking. I licked; I sucked; I deep-probed
her gooey fuck hole. She took it all in stride after stepping free of
the panties to make me a stride.

I ate her through bacon and eggs and made her cum cooking eggs. She
flipped one right out of the pan. We ate breakfast in the nude without
ever mentioning what I had done. She was playing this very cool, which
was fine with me, so after I finished my breakfast, I went under the
table, pried her legs apart, and ate her to another good cum. I came
up to suck on her tits, then up further to kiss her. This time, we
Frenched while she held me by the ass. After we kissed for a while, I
went back down and ate her to another cum. She watched this one with
her hands gripping her inner thighs.

After this climax, while I was still lapping her slit, she said, "I
have been thinking about what you said last night, about your freedom
to go naked in your own home if you want. I agree. You should have
that freedom regardless of company. If they don't like it; they can
leave. I can't imagine any company that I bring over not liking it. No
one is complaining."

I smiled but kept on licking. She smiled and kept on watching. She
also opened the lips with her fingers to present me with a vulgar gash
to lap. She was now very cool with this. I figured I may as well tell
her about the missed period and let her deal with that. The sooner the
better, so I did. She wasn't surprised, but was dismayed that her
friends didn't take any precautions. She was surprised and dismayed to
learn that they were all in on it and were all trying to get me
pregnant. She thought I was fucking one or two but not all fifteen for
almost two months. That blew her away, so I sent my tongue up her ass
and blew her away some more. After that, we talked - sat and talked -
mother/daughter stuff - serious shit.

We talked for hours and made a mother/daughter day of it. We made a
nude mother/daughter day of it, and we took many cum breaks, but the
daughter always did the mother, because the mother isn't the least bit
bisexual. She likes them, but isn't like them. She likes anyone who is
into eating pussy, and incest doesn't bother her. Tell me something I
didn't know.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed, but if you're not,
you're not. I wouldn't want her to eat me if she didn't like doing it,
nor do I blame her for wanting me and watching me. She knows I like
doing it. She likes watching me do something I like.

We talked it all out, got it all straight, and after the talk, she
showed me a great big beaver and said, "Would you like some of this -
my treat?"

I did, but I wasn't so into pussy that I thought of it as a treat.
I'll take a Snicker's bar over a nasty cunt any day. She liked
thinking of her gooey gash as a treat, so I went along. At least pussy
isn't fattening and won't rot your teeth. Your pride takes a beating,
but who needs pride among family. She absolutely loved getting her
cunt sucked by a pretty girl. She could not get enough of that sight.
My pretty face and her shaved cunt were a match made in Heaven - her
Heaven.

We also talked about fucking and men. We had that in common. Her
favorites were mine, too. She liked the same type cock I did - hard.
We also discussed the joy of taking raw cock in a fertile pussy. Hers
wasn't fertile, but mine had been. She could relate. Since I was
largely at fault, she promised not to get down on the men for being
men. This one was on her, but after the abortion, my sexy ass goes on
the pill. Fair nuff.

We agreed to share the guys. They were our guys and we decided to
share the same bed so that our guys could enjoy us together. We could
get off on watching each other fuck, plus that would make it
convenient for me to get pussy any time I felt the urge. She stressed
that as though getting enough was paramount, a matter of survival, as
though a bisexual would starve without pussy. She then offered me
more. I accepted. I didn't want to starve or deny her such a cheap
thrill.

Mother/daughter day was a very special day, but it left me with aching
jaws. That night was a work night. She came home with four of our
favorites. That was great, fucking with my mom. Just as they petered
out, two more showed up. We had a fucking ball, and we still are a
year later with the same great bunch of guys. Fifteen was just enough
without being too much. Throw in a juicy pussy, you have my idea of
Heaven.

                                The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with
open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos,
bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are
the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex
there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the
risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and
remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. PP


 

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