Perverts 'R' Us

Right Where I Wanted Her - Part 3

By Dwight ( hum, nc, inc, ped )

This is a work of fiction! Be warned that it does contain graphic depictions of forced sex and degradation of adults and children. If this is not something you are comfortable reading, please stop now. I in no way advocate rape or any other forced, non-consensual sex act, or the physical abuse of women and children. This was written as a work of fiction and should be read as the fantasy that it is. ddpatrick76@yahoo.com

Both mother and child continued sobbing for a while. Wendy begging her daughter's forgiveness, claiming she didn't know what she was doing, she didn't mean to hurt her. They held each other close, naked flesh pressed tight together. I stood there watching, thinking that the spit-soaked panties and Sammy's face matted with strands of blonde hair soaked in her mother's cunt juice, betrayed the apology. Wendy knew exactly what was happening. What's more, she enjoyed it. Now I had to work at that pleasure. I had to convince Wendy that Sammy was our plaything. A fuck toy we could both use and abuse.

"C'mon girls the fun's just starting!"

"N-no more…please" Wendy said.

"YES MORE! We're not done yet, Sammy and I haven't got our turns." With that I grabbed Sammy in my arms and laid her tiny nude body on the bed. This caught her so by surprise she had little chance to resist. She lay there in shock as I spread her small legs open exposing her baby twat.

"I think it's time mommy played or game too. Don't you Sammy? Let's go "mommy", it's your turn to lick like a dog. I want to see you suck that little pussy like you did her panties." I grabbed the back of her neck tightly and guided her between her daughter's legs. It wasn't too difficult at all. It was then that I came to the realization that Wendy was truly enjoying this. Through all the tears and denials and apologies, through it all she was getting off on being made to fuck her own daughter. Sammy on the other hand seemed to be less enthusiastic since her mom tried to suffocate her. She wriggled and twisted trying to crawl away from her mother's mouth. Wendy, for her part, grabbed the little girl's hips tightly and buried her tongue in that tiny slit. The room filled with frenzied, almost primal sounds. Sammy whimpering as Wendy continued her rude assault of slurping and sucking at her baby's virgin slit. Wendy was like an animal, a bitch in heat unleashed by this act of incest. The more her baby cried, the more her mother seemed to enjoy it. I grabbed the little girl's legs and pulled them up toward her head, exposing both her cunt and puckered little ass to her mommy.

"Lick her ass too." I said. And no sooner had I finished my sentence than Wendy's tongue was pushing into the child's rectum. Her nose rubbing Sammy's tiny, 4-year-old clit with each lick and push of her tongue at the girl's asshole. I then grabbed Wendy's hair and pulled her away. It was time for me to resume control. I pulled her face close to mine and kissed her deeply, tasting her lips and smelling that sweet tang myself. Then I spit at her. She looked shocked, humiliated.

"You filthy whore! What are you doing? First you nearly try to force your own baby's head back in your cunt, just so you can cum, and now as she lays in tears you hold her down and force your own mouth on her poor little body. What kind of degenerate slut are you?" This got to her. I needed to keep her off balance. She couldn't know which way she was coming or going. I was playing her. I'd taken her right to the edge and then pulled her back. She began to cry again. I was having trouble holding myself back but it wasn't time yet.

"Look at her!" I said pointing at Samantha lying curled in a ball on the bed, sobbing. "You did that! She's your daughter, you're supposed to protect her. Aren't you? Wouldn't your parents have been there for you?"

The last remark was planned. I wanted her to remember her own parents turning their backs when she got pregnant. I figured this would certainly make her think of a parent/child relationship much differently.

"Shouldn't you console her? Let her know it's OK? I think you should go hold your little girl and kiss her, tell her everything's OK."

Wendy crawled across the bed to where Samantha was huddled. She wrapped her arms around the tiny nude form and pulled her close.

"Oh, b-baby. M-mommy's so sorry. D-don't be {sniffle} don't be scared. It's OK now."

Samantha started to calm down, and clutched tightly to her mom. Wendy breathed deeply, catching the scent of her own cunt all over her baby girl. She looked at me, confused. Her face a mix of fear, disgust, and passion. Another deep breath. Her eyes changed, a mask of seduction swept across her face. Her mouth resumed the sly smile I had seen before. She spoke to Sammy again, no longer crying, no longer stuttering.

"Come here baby, let mommy kiss you and make it all better." She took the child's tiny head in her hands and pulled their faces close. "Everything's going to be OK."

Then she kissed Sammy's forehead, then cheek, chin. The kisses became more erotic, sensual like those of a lover. With each kiss down the child's face she lingered allowing her tongue to brush against the soft skin. She tasted herself in each kiss. She moved to her baby's neck and became more intense. Sammy giggled as her mother's mouth tickled her sensitive skin. Wendy began to suck, hard. She was leaving a hickey on her own daughter. She looked at Sammy's face eyes still red from the tears, and then kissed her full on the mouth. Putting her tongue in her little girl's mouth. Sammy pulled away at this, not out of fear though. The little kid was laughing.

"That felt funny mommy. Like a slippy piece of Jell-O."

"Shhhh! I think maybe we can find more silly things to do today." As she said this Wendy kissed her little girl again, and reached out to tug at my cock.