Subject: Pedophile Mother 1 - A Mother's Descent into Decadence (Ff, incest)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
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This work is copyrighted to the author ©2010. It may be posted to non-commercial
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Summary:
I chatted and exchange e-mails for a long time with someone who claimed to be
the mother of two young girls, the oldest of which was handicapped, unable to
hear or speak. The mom's desires were to have sex with her daughter and make
her "pay" for all the hardships that she had put her and her husband through.
Whether or not any of this was true, I had my doubts to say the least. Still,
it intrigued me when she asked that I write a story about the things she wanted
to do. I took it as a challenge and this was the end result. In the end I have
to say the while concept disgusts me but i was amazed at the feedback when I
initially posted it. Obviously this is a fantasy that many people share. Oh
well, take it for what's it's worth and just realize that I do NOT condone any
of the ideas or actions depicted by this fictional fantasy.
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As I sat in church and listened to the priest drone on, I looked around me at
the crowded pews and wondered what these people would say if they knew the
truth? Does anyone suspect that my family is any different from the dozens of
other stereo-typical middle class families seated around us? Imagine the uproar
if I were to stand up and confess what was happening lately in the privacy our
home. What condemnation would descend on us for using our daughter in ways that
would shock, maybe even horrify, some of those around us? Then again, how many
would have that knowing smile on their face, having enjoyed their kids in the
same way?
Perhaps I should start from the beginning rather than confessing to it all at
once. Personally, I think that if people understood our motives that they might
not be so quick to label us as child abusers. If anything, maybe they might
realize how they may have missed out on such a wonderful opportunity themselves.
By the way, my name is Maria. I'm just your typical suburban housewife, age 34,
married to my wonderful husband and sweetheart Richard, who is 46. We have one
daughter, Lisa, who was born on 4th August 2000, making her seven years old now.
Lisa is all of 3 feet 10 inches tall and cute as a button! Unfortunately, for
reasons only God knows, Lisa was born deaf and mute at birth. She may live in a
silent world but she is far from being isolated from it. Lisa is very bright
and today we communicate with her primarily using sign language. She just
started taking lessons which are suppose to help her to read lips although she
hasn't made a lot of progress yet.
In addition to our own daughter, my niece Sarah also lives with us. At six
years old, Sarah is the daughter of my husband's younger brother. Four years
ago both he and wife were killed in a tragic road accident. Since then we have
looked after Sarah, treating her as our own daughter.
Having been raised by very conservative parents, I suppose it's only natural
that I tend to be somewhat conservative in my ways, which is reflected in our
daughters as well. Lisa generally wears modest clothes suitable for a girl her
age. Her school requires uniforms so she wears a blue plaid skirt and smock
with a white shirt underneath. Of course, at age seven Lisa doesn't wear a bra
yet, but she does wear white cotton panties, preferably (at least in her mind)
with small animals or cartoon characters on them. We have a large house so Lisa
and Sarah have their own bedrooms where they generally wear full length pajamas
while sleeping. While swimming I insist that they wear single piece swim suits
and I mean ones that cover them, not these risqué things worn by the sluttier
girls in the neighborhood. Frankly, I can't believe what some mothers will let
their daughters wear in public, or should I say, NOT wear. Even at Lisa's age
some of the girls look like little whores!
As Lisa has gotten older, she has become more aware of her body and as a result,
gotten a bit more shy about exposing herself. About six months ago she decided
that she no longer wanted to bathe with her younger sister or me. Yes, there
have been times over the years when I've shared the bath tub with her, but its
always been very innocent and there has never been anything sexual between us
whatsoever.
Richard works in an office and has to travel now and then for his job. He is a
true workaholic and while it's nice to have his big paycheck, I wish he could be
home more. As for being a decent man, I don't think he EVER watches porn or
even reads dirty stories. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not only
in love with my husband, but I adore him as much as I did when I first met him.
There were a couple of boys before him, but ever since we started going out I've
never even kissed another man – and never want to.
As for the rest of our family, Richard's mother passed away before he met me and
my parents are longer with us either. That leaves us with my father-in-law who
has always treated me like his own daughter. He's always been a great support
in our marriage and I enjoy his company as he's a widely read gentleman and
quite entertaining at times.
A little more about me; I'm a 5'6" brunette although some gray is already
threatening. I've completed a Masters in Sociology and consider myself above
average intellectually. I drive my hubby's BMW or our beloved Nissan. At 34, I
certainly don't consider myself over the hill yet although I'll be the first to
admit I'm no 21 year-old anymore either. I think that my neighbors would
describe me as a kind-hearted, helpful lady, doting mother and a good wife.
Some other things you might like to know about me based on what guys have asked
me in chat rooms:
I've never liked hair on my pussy so I started shaving it back when I was
seventeen. As one of the "good girls" growing up I ALWAYS wear panties -
cotton usually as I feel more comfortable wearing them. As to what color, that
depends on my mood and outfit but the majority are simply white. Thongs don't
exactly fit within my wardrobe so I only own a single pair that I bought on a
lark one crazy day when I was horny for Richard - and then never had the guts to
wear them! I've always been shy about my body and would never have dared to
flash a guy or anything of that sort. although that may be a part of why my
fantasies tend to be so extreme.
Just to be sure, I may be conservative but I'm NOT frigid. As a woman, I enjoy
masturbating; sometimes four or five times a day and then I won't do it for
days at a time. One thing for sure - no one besides my husband has ever watched
me masturbate. God, I couldn't even imagine doing THAT sort of thing. My mom
taught me that only naughty girls do THAT although sometimes I wonder if she
knew I did it at all. For those interested in such details, I masturbate with a
maximum of two fingers in my pussy – no fisting. Maybe the most kinky thing
I've done is taste my fingers after I masturbate.
As far as my sexual relationship with my hubby is concerned, we've done most of
the usual things married couples do - oral, vaginal, anal (just a little) and
once experimented with mutual masturbation which didn't turn out to be nearly as
erotic as the book said it would be. I wouldn't say we do anything kinky – no
bondage, etc. About as extreme as I ever got was to insert my finger in his
asshole once while he was fucking me. We keep sex at home where it belongs as I
would never have to courage to do things like sucking Richard off as he drives,
flashing, or showing myself off in public. Unlike many of my close friends, I
DO enjoy oral sex immensely and I just LOVE eating Richard's cum although
usually he prefers to cum on my face rather than in my mouth.
As far as Lisa goes, remember that she IS only seven years old so we haven't
conveyed anything related to sex to her yet. We are careful to keep our
bedroom door closed when we play if the girls are around, So far as I know, she
doesn't know ANYTHING about sex although I fear that the day is fast approaching
for that "mother-daughter" talk we all look forward to!
I just can't overstate just how wonderful my husband is and how much I love him.
Richard is a very moral man and would never even THINK about doing anything with
our daughter sexually. Sure he loves children but it is the love of a father
for his dear daughter. Before all this began I would have sworn on a stack of
bibles that he was definitely NOT any kind of pedophile, not even in his
fantasies.
So what happened to this rather idyllic family? How did we go from being your
standard middle class family to perhaps the most perverted parents in town?
Well, it started when I began chatting in an adult chat site (literotica.com)
while my husband was away on business. I'd heard some of my girlfriends
giggling over it and my curiosity finally got the best of me. The girls were
sleeping and I was feeling lonely and horny. Normally this would be a time when
I masturbated about being with Richard.
Looking at the computer, I thought about how my girlfriends had talked about
their chat experiences and how excited it made them. As I logged on to the chat
site, I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty at first. Was it right to talk to
someone besides my husband about sex? Then again, what could be the harm in
just chatting? It wasn't like I was meeting anyone or even talking to them on
the phone.
I had chatted before with friends and family but never like this before. I was
shocked at how blatant and forward men were, right from the outset without any
hesitation or build-up. It seemed all they wanted to know was how old I was, if
I shaved my pussy, and would I meet them to fuck! I couldn't help but wonder
how many were telling me the truth, especially the ones like the sixteen year-
old who claimed to be looking for a mother –figure, or the husbands wanting to
cheat on their wives, not to mention the girls wanting to go to bed with me. I
think it was the girls that creeped me out the most – I couldn't even imagine
having sex with another woman!
One of pervert (which is how I found myself classifying them) claimed to be
sixty years old and married with grandkids. We started chatting in private and
after role-playing with him for good half hour, pretending to be one of his
daughters, I found that I was super horny. I'd never done anything remotely
like this before and the sheer naughtiness of it was exhilarating!
After him it was like an unlimited source of men who wanted to chat with me
about everything imaginable. Finally I had enough and went to my bedroom to
masturbate. Laying naked on the bed, I rubbed myself as I imagined myself
meeting some of the men I had chatted with, doing the naughty and nasty things
they wanted to do to me. When I finally came, I practically soaked the bed! It
was then I realized that I hadn't gotten that horny thinking about Richard
fucking me in ages and the reality of it all set in. I knew I should feel
guilty but the way my pussy was throbbing I couldn't find it in me.
The next day I was talking to one of my friends and she asked me if I had tried
out any of the chat rooms yet. I smiled mischievously and she knew that I had.
I blushed SO red when she started to ask me for details. I just shook my head
as there was no way I could tell her that I was more turned on last night than I
had been in ages. Once again, I found myself feeling more guilty that WASN'T
feeling guilty than anything else.
That night I couldn't wait for the girls to get to bed and as soon as the coast
was clear, I turned on the computer and logged in. Almost instantly a dozen
guys were trying to chat with me. The funny thing was even though my profile
was accurate – happily married mom, age 34, two daughters six and seven, men
still wanted me as much as if I had said I was eighteen and in college.
At first all the chats were about pretty standard stuff – fucking and
masturbating in a variety of role-playing situations. Then, out of the blue
this guys asked me to include my disabled daughter in our role-play. Needless
to say I was stunned. My stomach churned at the very thought. Really, what
kind of sick and twisted person would even THINK about sex with a seven year-old
girl, especially one with her handicap? Why anyone would want to role-play such
an act was unfathomable to me.
As I said, my initial reaction to his suggestion was utter disgust. It made my
skin crawl to even think about involving my little girl in such a perverted
discussion, even if it was just fantasy. Just as I was about to click and shut
the window, a little voice drifted in from the outer edges of my subconscious.
As disgusting as it seemed at first, my curiosity went up a notch. Since it
would be just role-playing, would it really all that bad? It wasn't like I
would be actually DOING anything. Even more shocking than the idea that I might
rationalize such fantasies was the wetness I felt between my legs. God, his
perversion was making me even more horny than before!
I just sat in front of the computer, frozen with uncertainty as my conscious
struggled with itself. After a few minutes the beep of an incoming message
broke me out of my trance and I looked to see that he was asking if I was still
there. Taking a deep breath, I typed in my question, asking him what he would
like to do to my daughter. Imagine my horror when he answered simply, "I WILL
RAPE HER AND YOU WILL WATCH!"
The words on the screen knocked me completely off guard, so much so that I
didn't even recognize the biggest orgasm building up in me until it struck me
like an unseen truck. I managed to shut down the chat window before I fell to
the floor and masturbated even harder than I had the night before. It was like
a fairy tale where Cinderella finds out she's really a princess. My god, I had
no idea such perverted desires were lurking inside of me! His perverted words
seemed to have unlocked a nest of demons, freeing them from the darkest recesses
of my mind, unleashing this horrible, sick lust from within that I would have
never even imagined possible in any but the most sick and perverted people.
My pussy practically screamed as I found myself fantasizing that my husband was
pulling Lisa's hair, force her little mouth open so that he could thrust his
cock inside her and gag her with his hard dick. In my new hideous dream I
walked up to Richard and scolded him - not because he was abusing our seven
year-old handicapped daughter. No, I was upset because he hadn't bothered to
take off her brand new school uniform before assaulting her little mouth and now
he was ruining it as his incestuous cum erupted, at first in her mouth and then
all over the front of her clean plaid uniform.
Over and over I came, each orgasm harder and longer than the one before it.
Each time my fantasy got naughtier and dirtier. It was not just my husband now
that was taking Lisa, but a group of men. At first they just surrounded her and
jerked off, covering her tiny body with thick streams of gooey cum. Then they
gang-banged her, her silent screams of pain unheard as one after another they
plunged their hard cocks into her tiny tight pussy. Each of them released
themselves inside of her, flooding her pretty little pussy with their messy
sperm until it was flowing out of her like a river from a broken dam. It wasn't
just her pussy they fucked but her asshole along with her mouth and pussy at the
same time, plugging every orifice with their incredibly hard dicks, driven by
the most animal–like desire to fuck my precious little girl. I dreamed of Lisa
being molested in some of the worst ways possible. It seemed that the nastier
it got, the harder I would cum the next time. Finally I feel asleep, more from
exhaustion than anything else.
The next morning I awoke, having somewhere during the night crawled into bed.
As the fog lifted from my mind and I remembered what I'd done the night before,
I found myself feeling totally disgusted with myself. No matter how hard I
tried, I couldn't erase the disgusting memories of the horrible fantasies I'd
conjured up from god only knows where as I masturbated. Looking in the bathroom
mirror, I stared at the stranger looking back at me, wondering who she was. It
couldn't have been me. There was no way such horrible thoughts could have EVER
come from MY mind. After all, I was always the NICE girl, never the slut. I
was the one who waited until I was nineteen to give up my virginity, years after
virtually all of my friends had passed that milestone. I didn't even start
masturbating until I was thirteen, years after most of my friends had begun.
Maria was the prude who never wore a bikini, who always wore shorts half-way
down her thighs, who NEVER even dreamed of going out without a bra, and would
have rather faced a firing squad than be seen without panties. No, it was
impossible that the woman in the mirror was the same one who'd dreamed such
nasty, such EVIL thoughts the night before. Thoroughly disgusted with myself, I
walked away, determined it had just been some sort of "phase" I was going
through. Now that it was out of my system, that was it.
Later my daughter woke up and when I saw Lisa wandering into the kitchen,
rubbing her eyes in her wrinkled pajamas, for just a moment my conscious hit me
like a ton of bricks. My god, how could I have EVER thought such things about
my little baby? She was so cute, so innocent, and above all, so TRUSTING. For
heaven's sake, I was her mother, her MOMMY. She would do ANYTHING I asked her
to do, secure in the knowledge that her mommy would never do anything to harm
her in any way. Oh my god, how could I have betrayed my little girl in such a
dirty and filthy way, even if it WAS just a masturbation fantasy?
After breakfast I passed by our home office and stared down at the computer,
sitting there silent and dark without a hint as to the atrocities it was
responsible for. Yes, it was the computer's fault, not mine. Without the damn
computer I would've never succumbed to such debauchery. At first I wanted to
smash it to the floor for having perverted me so terribly. Thankfully, common
sense returned before I could do anything stupid. Instead of wrecking an
expensive computer that my husband needed for work, I thought maybe I would just
have the Internet account closed. After all if I, a church-going, PTA mom could
be tempted so badly, what about my poor husband? As decent and wonderful as he
was, he WAS still a man (with a great cock to prove it!). Was it really fair to
expect him to resist such evil virtually every minute he was on the internet? I
couldn't find the account information anywhere so I let it go for the day,
determined to tell him to take care of it when he returned although I wasn't so
sure what explanation I would give. God, there was no way I would EVER tell him
about what I had dreamed about, especially the parts where he fucked Lisa.
That night, as I tucked my girls into bed, I reached down to kiss them
goodnight, just as I have every night since I can remember. When my lips
touched Lisa's forehead, suddenly I felt this almost uncontrollable desire to
reach down lower and kiss her on the lips. I jerked up, almost shaking with
fear as I realized what I'd almost done. Then I felt it between my legs, that
familiar twinge I get when I'm horny. Normally I get this feeling when I'm
lusting for Richard's cock. The only problem was, it wasn't thoughts of
Richard's hard dick that filled my mind, it was my seven year old daughter that
was making me wet! I hurriedly said goodnight and rushed out of the room and
threw myself in bed.
I laid in bed trembling, wondering what horrible thing was happening to me. It
was like I'd been infected with some revolting disease. God, how could I have
even THOUGHT of actually kissing my daughter intimately, let alone get as wet as
I could feel my pussy was at this moment? My mouth tasted like I'd chewed on
aluminum foil yet it was like I couldn't control myself. It was like an out-of-
body experience people claim to have when they die as it seemed I was watching
myself from outside my body, seeing myself do things as if controlled by some
perverted puppet master.
My hand reached my shaved pussy and immediately I plunged a single finger inside
of me and moaned as if Richard had just rammed his incredible cock into me.
Yes, this was what a wife should dream of, her husband fucking her. Suddenly in
my mind though, it wasn't me he was fucking, but rather our little seven year–
old girl. My Richard, my loving husband, was fucking Lisa, ramming his stiff
dick harder and fast into her, ignoring her silent pleas as she begged him to
stop but couldn't get out the words.
As her mother, I should have come to her rescue and stopped her father who was
essentially raping his daughter. Instead, in my mind I did the most
unimaginable thing possible, I sat on her face and made her lick my asshole. As
I masturbated I imagined the feel of her tiny tongue as it explored my ass,
trying to reach up inside of it. I fingered my clit as I watched my perverted
husband's dick appearing and then disappearing into her tiny pussy, amazed that
she could take it all inside of her at such a young age.
After I had cum several times, I laid in bed totally exhausted once again. My
mind swirled like I'd had a few too many drinks, the room moving around in front
of me as if I had just spun around until l fell from dizziness. My god, I'd
done it again! My poor Lisa is so cute, so innocent, so VULNERABLE. She's a
just a seven year-old child, so easy for an adult to use and abuse. She's my
own daughter!!!!!! Who else could possibly be as responsible for her than her
own mother? Who else can she trust more than me? Being deaf and mute from
birth, shoe would be unable to express her fears and pain adequately to stop her
father, or any man for that matter, from abusing her. I felt torn in two as
the motherly protective side of me battled with the newly emerging perverted
woman that threatened everything I believed in – or thought I did.
Richard finally returned home the next day and I literally jumped into his arms
to greet him. He looked at me with surprise, most likely wondering what he had
done to merit such a homecoming. Little did he know just how badly I needed
him, how much I craved his support and moral values. Now that he was home I
couldn't wait for him to fuck me again. Maybe once I felt him in me, my husband
joined together with me, a part of him actually INSIDE of me, I could find the
strength to fight off the horrible thoughts and lustful desires that had been
threatening to take control of me.
That night in bed Richard fucked me, just as he always did the night he returned
home from a business trip. With my husband on top of me, his erect dick siding
effortlessly in and out of my soaking wet pussy, I found my mind kept wandering
off to how I had imagined that same hard dick fucking Lisa instead. God, I
couldn't help myself as no matter how hard I tried, the imagine of him on top of
her, overwhelming her tiny figure, ramming himself in her tight pussy with such
force, was all I could think about.
"What's the matter Marie?"
I opened my eyes to look up at him. Damn, with my mind so distracted I hadn't
even noticed he'd stopped and now he was just holding himself on top of me with
his dick still imbedded in my pussy.
"Nothing baby…don't stop…keep fucking me," I whispered huskily back to him,
trying to talk a little dirtier than normal to make him think everything was OK.
"Sorry, it was just like you…..well, like you weren't there for a few minutes."
I wrapped my legs around his torso, still as tight and slim as when we married,
and pulled him into me. God I loved it when my husband fucked me! Yet at the
same time it was like I half expected Lisa to enter the room, obediently
following her father's orders to suck his dick and ass. Fortunately, Richard
was as horny as I was. Heck, he would've cum if I'd fallen asleep so at least
THAT wasn't an issue. For the first time in ages I found myself having to fake
an orgasm. Apparently after all the hot dreams I'd been having lately, just
having his dick in me wasn't enough to get me off. It as like being on drugs.
Now that I'd tried something stronger, the "old" sex just wasn't cutting it.
After Richard had fallen asleep I lay there looking at his sweaty naked body
beside me. Mmmmmm, he looked so hot! God I loved this man! How could I have
ever dreamed such a wonderful and decent father could do the horrible things I'd
imagined. Yet as disgusted as I was with myself on one hand, on the other hand
they WERE just fantasies so what harm was there really in dreaming about them?
Sure it seemed to have taken the edge off our real sex life for the moment, but
I was sure after the initial thrill was over that things would be back to normal
again.
During the course of the next week, things certainly did not progress as I'd
expected. My initial thoughts had been that it was just a phase for me,
something new and naughty and thus irresistible but still, something I would
grow out of once the initial thrill wore off. If anything, just the opposite
happened. Again, it was like being on drugs and each "high" took more to reach
than the one before it.
Richard was especially horny after his last business trip so it seemed he wanted
sex every night. As his wife I tried to perform but my heart just wasn't into
"normal" sex anymore. As the week went by my nasty dreams about daughter grew
in intensity – not to mention sinking to ever lower depths of perversion. Apart
from my husband, I began to visualize see Lisa being fucked in her mouth, vagina
and anus by my father-in-law in some sort of twisted father-son rape of our
child. Then it was a black convict who'd just been released from prison. There
seemed to be no limits to my perversions. The only common element was that in
all the cases she was being used like a toy and men took advantage of her
disability.
During the day I would look at Lisa and instantly get wet as I thought about the
things I dreamed of having done to her. In "real" life I would have killed
anyone who actually used her in this way but in my fantasies, I WANTED her to be
used. I WANTED her innocence, her vulnerability, her disability, her age (OMG,
she IS just seven) to be used against her by malicious men who cared nothing
about her except what pleasures they could derive from taking her. I fantasized
about forcing her mouth open and spitting my husband's cum in her mouth and
making her swallow. I even dreamed of watching Lisa lick my husband's ass crack
out of fear - and then do the same to me.
As if things weren't bad enough in terms of trying to control these horrific
urges that threatened to overwhelm me at times, Richard announced at dinner one
night that he had to travel out of town again for a week. Normally he doesn't
travel this much but I knew he was gunning for a promotion and kissing a little
ass (figuratively of course) couldn't hurt. That night I gave him one of the
best blowjobs I knew how. I can't say I'm the world's greatest expert in giving
oral sex but I try damn hard! Even so, Richard normally has to finish himself
off at the end in order to cum. Tonight I was thrilled when I felt his dick
burst in my mouth and spurt cum to the back of my throat without him even
touching it!
After he came, Richard rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly, leaving me
with a mouthful of cum. Usually I just spit it out in the sink and brushed my
teeth before I go to sleep but tonight I swished it around in my mouth, filling
one cheek and then the other with the gooey mixture. I remembered like it was
yesterday the first time he had cum in my mouth. Actually, Richard was the
first – and only, guy I have given a blowjob to and he had to really work on me
to do it the first time. For the first few I did, when he finished he would
shoot it on my chest or face so you can imagine my shock the first time he held
my head in his crotch, literally forcing me to take his load in my mouth.
Since he hadn't asked me if he could do that, I was FURIOUS at first and
couldn't believe he had done this to me. My mouth was filled with what felt
like a warm salty oyster that had been run through a food processor and my first
reaction was to gag on it. Then I saw how turned on it made him to cum in my
mouth and so somehow I managed to swallow it down without spewing in the
process. Evidently he took that as a sign that I liked it and from then on he
insisted that I take every load in my mouth AND swallow it down. Over time I
learned to like it, just like that strong red wine he loves but tasted like bad
fruit juice when I first drank it. Now I actually have come to look forward to
it. If course, it doesn't hurt to see the look of lust on his face when he's
shooting it in my mouth!
Just as I was about to get up and had for the restroom, it was if that nasty
demon inside of me suddenly broke free and grabbed control of me. Something
came to mind that I had NEVER even dreamed about in my nastiest fantasies so
far, something so disgusting and filthy I felt sick when I first thought of it.
But then, just as it happened every time this past week at this point, the demon
maintained control and my pussy felt even hotter than it had when Richard had
fucked me earlier.
Slipping silently out of bed, I slowly walked out of our room and headed down to
the hallway to where our daughter was sleeping soundly. One thing about Lisa,
when she fell asleep, the house could burn down and she wouldn't wake up. There
have been times she fell asleep in the car late at night and even with Richard
carrying her to bed and me undressing her to get her pajamas on, she never even
opened her eyes to squint.
Once inside her bedroom, I could see he laying on her back in the dim light
supplied by her princess nightlight. It was surprising how much light such a
little bulb could put out when the rest of the room was so dark. Lisa was flat
on her back, her arms cradling her favorite stuffed bear, her mouth barely open
as she breathed heavily in her sleep. God she looked so cute and adorable!
Barely seven years old, she was my daughter and the most precious thing to me in
the world. At the same time, or maybe because of it, she was also the object of
this dreadful lust that consumed me. It seemed every day it took less and less
for the naughty feelings in me to emerge and take control. Every day I caved in
quicker to the lusts and desires that I had unknowingly kept pent up inside me
for all my years. Now all it took was one look at her cute little face and all
my willpower disappeared lie a snowball on a hot August afternoon.
To be sure, it wasn't like I would ever actually ABUSE my daughter. At the same
time, I rationalized that it didn't mean that I couldn't be more intimate with
her than I'd been in the past. Seeing her cute little body below me, sound
asleep feeling so safe and secure, I felt this feeling of power and a lust that
I had never felt before. I knew what I wanted and nothing was going to stop me
from finally realizing it.
Leaning over her I kissed her on the forehead. Richard's cum was still in my
mouth and I felt a little of it slip past my lips and smear on her smooth skin.
I used my tongue to spread it over her, letting a little more escape until her
entire forehead was covered with the mixture of sperm and spit.
Looking back, I should have stopped there. Maybe all the things that followed
would've never happened had I just a little more willpower at this point. My
initial intention had been just to kiss her like this and leave her with a
little of her daddy's spunk on her forehead. She would wake up in the morning
with it dried on her forehead and probably not even give a second thought to it
as she washed her face in the sink.
As I said, I SHOULD have stopped there. However, seeing Richard's cum on her
forehead was far more erotic than I'd anticipated and my hand made it's way down
between my legs where my swollen clit sent out ripples of electricity through me
when my fingers touched it. It wasn't like I'd never been in her room naked
before, it was just that I'd never been in her room NUDE. By that I mean being
naked for a sexual purpose rather than for some functional reason. I was nude
because I wanted to be nude besides my daughter. What I REALLY wanted was for
Lisa to be nude as well, our warm bodies pressed tightly together. That wasn't
going to happen tonight with Richard home though. It would have been pretty
hard to explain should he wake for some reason and wonder where I'd gone to.
What excuse could I give for laying in bed naked with our daughter?
What I had REALLY been wanting all week was to kiss Lisa. Sure I had fantasies
that went a lot further than that, a LOT further. But wanting to kiss her was
becoming more than just a fantasy. Yes, I really did WANT to kiss her. Not in
that quick smack of a typical mother-daughter peck on the cheek. No, I wanted
to kiss my daughter like she was my lover. I wanted to open my mouth and plunge
my tongue into her mouth and kiss her with all the passion that was inside of
me.
For just a second the guardian angel within me tried to make a come-back but the
evil demon quickly sent her packing. I was under it's spell and nothing was
going to stop me now. I leaned over again and gently put my lips to hers. Her
mouth was open just a little bit, just enough for my cum-covered tongue to slip
just inside of her lips. God, she tasted SOOOO sweet! I lifted my head a few
inches and let some more of her father's cum drip from my mouth. It pooled on
her lips and some of it went into her mouth. My heart raced as realized what I
had done. My god, I had just given my seven year-old daughter a taste of her
daddy's sperm! This wasn't a fantasy anymore, I had actually DONE it!
Lisa squirmed a bit and raised her hand to her mouth. My heart stopped as I
thought she might somehow wake up but she just rubbed her mouth as it to swat
away a fly and then let her hand fall back again. Her lips were even farther
apart now if anything and I could see the cum on her teeth that I had just given
her. God, she looked so young and sweet, yet at the same time she was now her
daddy's little cum slut, even though neither she or her dad knew it!
Again, I should have let well enough alone but I had more of Richard's cum in my
mouth so I leaned over again and kissed her again, only longer this time. My
tongue reached out and ran over her tiny teeth and I could feel the coating of
slimy cum on them on my tongue. I let even more cum slip out, allowing a large
blob of it to settle on her lips where it slowly dripped into her mouth like
this mass of Jell-o that was melting and being devoured by my daughter. It was
such an incredibly sexy sight that I thought I would cum without even touching
myself, the sight of my daughter essentially eating her dad's cum was enough by
itself!
This time it must have been too much for her as she choked just a bit as the
sperm made it's way down into her throat. Lisa coughed a few times but I noted
that in the end, she swallowed down every drop of cum that I had given her. I
was so proud of her! My little girl was a natural, a born cum slut.
Richard has this nasty habit of falling asleep right after sex and then waking
up wanting seconds so I knew I'd better get back before he came looking for me.
God, what would he say if he saw what I'd done just done to his daughter! I'm
sure he would have been furious but at the same time I couldn't help but dream
that maybe he would tell me that rather than give her seconds, why not give it
to her straight from the source?
With THAT thought in mind, I returned to the bedroom and this time I did rinse
out my mouth and brush my teeth. As much as Richard loved to see me take his
cum and swallow it, he seemed to HATE the very thought of even touching it, let
alone let it near his mouth. I just figured it was some homophobic thing or
another. He would refuse to even kiss me until I had cleaned every drop from my
mouth.
Back in bed, I slipped under covers and nestled in close to my wonderful
husband. Reaching down, I held his flaccid cock in my hand and slowly began to
stroke it. My efforts were rewarded by the feeling of it twitching as it slowly
began to harden. He was sound asleep and had no idea what I was doing. As
horny as I was for my husband to fuck me again, thoughts of what I'd just done
with our little girl kept intruding in my mind. What if I was to bring her into
bed with us now? She could take her father's growing dick in her hand and
stroke it and then take it in her mouth like a monstrous popsicle. He was
asleep and wouldn't even know it was his daughter instead of his wife that was
sucking his cock!
My free hand reached between my legs as I continued to stroke Richard but my
mind was visualizing my precious Lisa curled up between us, his cock in her
mouth like some obscene internet porn video. What would he say when he finally
woke and found it wasn't his loving wife that was treating his cock so well but
instead his seven year-old daughter? Would it be the fulfillment of a fantasy
for him? He had NEVER even made so much as a mention of anything sexual
regarding her but did that mean he wasn't thinking about it? After all, I had
never hinted in the slightest about my recent nasty dreams yet here I was
masturbating while I stroked my husband's cock and wished it was my daughter's
mouth on him instead of my hand!
"Damn woman, are you STILL horny?" I heard him murmur. Looking up, I saw his
eyes were about half-open but a smile was on his face. I felt so much love for
him and wanted him so badly! I would do anything to please him. Would he do
the same for me? Would he be willing to make my naughty dreams come true, even
if those dreams had him doing the most unimaginably nasty things to his own
daughter? How far would he go for me? Would he be doing it for me or did he
secretly already want her and just needed my permission?
"Richard, I want you to fuck me again," I whispered to him, holding his now
stiff cock in my hand tightly, "I want your dick back inside of me…I want to
feel you cumming inside of me. Oh god, PLEASE fuck me Richard!"
I turned on my back and spread my legs for him, offering myself totally to him
like some cheap whore on a hotel bed. As tired as he was, he WAS man and what
man was going to refuse THIS? As he made his way on top of me, I imagined I was
Lisa and tried to think about how she would feel if she saw her father
approached her like this. Nude for the first time in front of her daddy,
feeling so utterly exposed as her bare smooth pussy was uncovered for her father
to soon enjoy. Would she feel fear? Anticipation? Maybe even a little lust?
Richard pressed his wonderful cock against my soaking wet pussy and I thought of
how Lisa would react if he was pushing his cock up against her tiny pussy. God,
she was so small! Could Richard even fit his dick in her?
A load moan escaped from my lips as he penetrated me again. As much as I wanted
him to fuck me, my mind was thinking more about how Lisa would feel as she felt
her pussy being violated by the man she trusted most in the world – her own
father. It would have to hurt to be spread open by something so large as his
cock yet would it turn to pleasure as he moved in deeper? I looked up at
Richard as he had his eyes down at where his dick was fucking me. What would he
think seeing his cock disappearing into his daughter. Not only his daughter,
but his SEVEN YEAR OLD daughter!
Richard kept fucking me, totally unaware that his typical housewife was dreaming
of turning him into a pedophile, that she wanted him to commit unspeakable acts
of moral depravity, to commit perhaps the greatest crime he could against his
own daughter – to violate her sexually. Lisa trusted him explicitly so for him
to take her like some cheap little whore would be the ultimate act of betrayal.
At the same time, it would the hottest thing I could imagine him ever doing!
"Oh Maria!" he gasped as he plunged his swollen dick into my pussy as far as he
could drive it in me.
He paused and then I felt the first gush of his warm cum entering me as his dick
erupted like a sperm fountain. OMG, why couldn't he be cumming in Lisa instead?
How would he react when he felt his sperm filling his tiny daughter's pussy for
the first time? What would his thoughts be as he felt himself mating his
daughter?
Richard collapsed on me, barely keeping his full weight off of me with his
elbows. As we laid there, coupled together as husband and wife, I felt such an
overwhelming love for my husband. Why not tell him how I had been feeling
lately? If anyone could, he would understand me. In my dreams Richard would
listen to my desires and then smile at me and promise to make them come true
just to please me. As I felt his dick throbbing me, I knew I could trust him
totally, that nothing I could say to him would change his love for me.
"Richard?" I started to say. I paused as I gathered my strength and courage to
tell him what I had been dreaming about.
"Hey baby, can we talk about it later? God, I really need to get some shut-eye
if I'm going to catch that flight tomorrow morning."
Damn, talk about bursting your bubble! OMG, I had been seconds away from
telling my wonderful husband that I wanted him to abuse our daughter! Was I
crazy? Was I insane? As I felt his dick pull out of my cum-filled pussy, my
heart pounded in my chest as I realized just how close I'd come to possibly
destroying our marriage. How could I have ever thought that this wonderful,
loving husband and father would ever agree to do the horrible things that I had
been dreaming about? Richard was too kind, too moral, too much a loving husband
and father to ever do such a thing to Lisa.
As Richard turned over on his side, facing away from me, I stayed on my back, my
legs back together now but my pussy still pulsing with my horniness. True, my
husband had just fucked me wonderfully, but somehow it wasn't enough. After all
my nasty dreams and masturbation sessions in the past week, my expectations had
been so high that merely having his dick in me just didn't seem to be what it
had been in the past. I needed more!
My hands covered my face as I battled the thoughts in my head. How could I be
doing this? I had a wonderful marriage, two beautiful little girls, and a great
life. How could any woman be so stupid as to throw that all away, especially
considering what I wanted to throw it away for? Thoughts of Lisa's sleeping
face, so innocent but now covered with the sperm of her father, filled my head.
My god, how could I have done THAT? I felt a panic tighten my chest. Should I
go to her room and clean her off? What if she woke up and came into our room
and Richard saw his cum dried on her forehead?
How could I have been so stupid? It was one thing to dream about such things
and masturbate, but I'd gone over the line and actually kissed my own daughter
with a mouthful of her father's cum! God, was I really THAT depraved, that
horrible of a mother? I imagined my face on the evening news with headlines
screaming "Perverted mother violates seven year-old handicapped daughter".
Everyone I knew would look at me as if I was some monster, even my own husband
who would surely divorce me and take my daughter away from me like I was some
evil monster. Yes, this HAD to stop – NOW, before I did something really bad
(as if dripping my husband's fresh cum on your daughter's mouth wasn't bad
enough already!)
Somewhere along the line I must have fallen sleep as next thing I knew Richard
was bending over me, kissing me on the forehead and smiling down at me. He was
in his business suit and I saw the suitcase at the door.
"See you in a week darling," he said softly, "God I love you SO much!"
Every bone in my body wanted to beg him not to go. At that moment I needed him
SO badly. Not just sexually, although a morning fuck wouldn't have been too bad
right then, but I needed his strength and morality. I knew what had to be done
and my fear was that without his support, even if he wasn't aware of it, I
might not be able to do it on my own.
"Hey, are you going to be OK?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice as he
must have detected some of the worry within me.
"Don't worry honey, I'll be fine," I assured him. Sure I would. His perverted
wife would be just fine. Yeah right, I knew better than that.
"Say goodbye to the girls for me, I don't want to wake them."
My heart skipped a beat as I realized what a bullet I had just dodged.
Undoubtedly he would have gone in their rooms and given them his usual goodbye
peck on their foreheads. OMG, what if he had done that to Lisa this morning?
Would the cum I left on her forehead be visible? Would he have tasted it
against his lips?
We hugged one last time and he was out the door, leaving me behind naked in bed.
Suddenly I pulled myself into a fetal position, my pussy was almost cramping
from the sudden craving within it. It wasn't so much I wanted to be fucked, it
was like with Richard gone the little demon on my shoulder wasn't wasting any
time. Really, was I THAT weak? Couldn't I have lasted even an hour with my
resolution to fight this immorality within me? God, what was WRONG with me?
Was this the type of woman, the type of mother that I REALLY was?
With the covers over me, I started masturbating furiously. Now it wasn't just
Richard fucking her, it was her grandfather joining in, father and son joining
to violate my little girl. Incredibly, she was taking them both, her dad on her
pussy and her grandfather in her ass! She was so small yet she was taking on
these two men like a professional whore. If only she could speak and tell me
how it felt to have them fuck her!
So engrossed was I with my fantasy that I didn't notice the little figure
entering my room. It wasn't until the covers were tugged that I opened my eyes
and was shocked to see little Lisa standing at the edge of the bed looking at
me. Of course, she would have no idea what I was doing to myself under covers,
and certainly not a clue about WHY I was doing it. Even so, I couldn't help but
feel a little guilty, almost like I when I was caught exploring myself by my mom
back when I was twelve.
"It's OK, come here baby," I said, reaching out to her. Of course, she couldn't
hear what I was saying but she was getting better at reading lips and my
gestures and expression told her all she needed to know.
Lisa climbed in bed with me, still holding her little bear under her arm. I
could tell she wanted under covers with me so I lifted them up and let her
snuggle up against me. The fact that I was naked didn't seem to even register
as she pressed her back and butt up against my breasts and stomach. After seven
years I still half-expected to hear her tell me something but the room was
silent - as it always was with her. Putting my arm around her, I pulled her in
tightly to me, nuzzling my face in her messed-up hair.
My heart almost broke as I held my darling daughter to my bosom. She was
already asleep once again, safe and secure in her mother's arms. Was she REALLY
so safe and secure? Would any sane person allow her to be alone in bed with a
naked woman who wanted nothing more than to see her be fucked by her own father?
I'd always considered myself a good mother, even during those times when her
handicap became so frustrating. What had happened to me? Was it the fault of
the Internet or was that just an excuse for me to release whatever it was inside
of me that I'd evidently been hiding all these years?
When Lisa crawled in bed with me my first thoughts were that I would NOT think
bad things about her and I would NOT do anything with her that a mother
shouldn't do to her daughter. Well, THAT lasted all of about one minute as I
felt her warm little body pressed against mine. Mmmmmm, I wished she wasn't
wearing those pajamas! Really, since I was naked was it wrong for her to be as
well?
With that rationalization in mind, I reached in front of her and unbuttoned her
top and then pulled her arms from it, leaving her topless although the
description really didn't seem right to apply to a flat-chested seven-year-old!
She stirred and I knew she wasn't sleeping anymore but she made no effort to
resist me. Then again, why should she? I WAS her mother after all! Likewise,
she didn't hardly move as I pulled her PJ bottoms down and off her thin little
legs, followed by her cotton panties.
My little Lisa was now naked under the covers with me. We had bathed together
in the past but I even when I helped wash her flat chest and smooth little girl
pussy, I hadn't thought anything of her in sexual terms. After all, that would
have been perverted, or at least it would have been to the woman I was not so
long ago. That person was gone now, replaced by someone I scarcely recognized.
This woman felt her daughter's bare body against her own and her pussy began to
respond as it never had with her daughter before.
My sensible mind hadn't retreated entirely. I could hear it screaming at me in
the distance, telling me to stop now before I did something so terrible it could
never be forgiven. As my hands caressed Lisa's smooth thin legs, that voice
became fainter until finally it was silenced. Was it REALLY so bad to touch my
daughter like this? What was wrong with a mother wanting to pleasure herself
with her daughter? Why should I hold back from expressing my true feelings for
Lisa? Just because she was only seven, did that mean she couldn't enjoy it as
well? She was MY daughter, after all, so who had the right to tell me what I
could and could not do to her? I loved her and would never hurt her so why not
enjoy being with her?
The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that what I wanted to
do with Lisa wasn't wrong. Heck, if anything it was the RIGHT thing to do.
Amazingly, one by one I rationalized everything, every nasty desire and craving.
All feelings of guilt vanished, replaced by the most incredibly intense feelings
of sexual lust for my daughter. I had never felt this way about anyone before,
not even Richard. It was almost animal-like, raw instinct triumphing over
rational thought. It was the most purest of emotions a mother could have, this
craving to be close to her daughter in every conceivable way, even in every so-
called perverted and so-called immoral way. Actually, that is wrong to say.
What could be perverted about a mother's love for her daughter, regardless of
what form it took? What was immoral about my desires for her, even though she
was only seven? I was her mother so how could anything I wanted to do with her
be wrong?
My hand moved up her smooth outer thigh until I was caressing her thin little
hips. Moving downward, my hand covered her little tummy and it felt so smooth
and soft. Slowly, ever so slowly, my fingers worked their way down her tiny
body until my hand was cupping her warm crotch. I really wasn't playing with
her, just holding her. My heart raced as I waited for her response. Would she
try to pull my hand away? Would she want more?
Actually, there was no response from Lisa at all. I saw her eyes blinking and I
knew she was fully awake. What was she thinking? God, I wished so badly that
she could tell me. Her sign language vocabulary wasn't sufficient to describe
the things she must have been feeling now. What I would have given to hear her
tell me she liked it, that it was OK to do this, that she wanted her mother to
keep fondling her like some teenage boy in the backseat with his girlfriend.
As much as I wanted to explore her pussy, I let my hand move back up against,
over her stomach to her tiny nipples on her smooth flat chest. I fondled them,
trying to remember when I was her age how it felt to play with my nipples.
Certainly my mother had never touched mine when I was just seven! Someday Lisa
would grow and mature and the flatness would be replaced with perky teen boobs.
I couldn't wait to watch her grow up, to help her with her first bra, to feel
them as they grew a little more every day.
Lisa became restless, apparently not understanding what I was doing. I relaxed
my arm around her to allow her to do what she wanted and so she flipped herself
over until she was now facing me. I pulled her up against me once again and her
face pressed against my breasts. I recalled how it felt when she fed from these
same breasts as a baby. Mmmmmm, I wanted her to suck them once again, but this
time not for my milk but to make me feel good.
As I ran my fingertips along her bare back, I couldn't help but move a little
lower with each stroke until I was fondling her tiny little naked ass. It was
so small and smooth! My hand, as small as it is compared to Richard's, was able
to cup an entire butt cheek easily. I felt my pussy tingle as I squeezed her
ass slightly, feeling the tightness of her little bare bottom in my hand. God,
I wished my ass could be that tight again! I mean, it's not like mine is all
that flabby but age and gravity take their toll on everyone. It felt strange to
touch her in this way, to hold her ass with sexual intent like I was some
pervert in the mall.
Lisa squirmed a little as I rubbed her cute ass a little harder. She didn't
seem to be trying to stop me, but was rather probably trying to figure out what
her mommy was doing to her! Emboldened by her reaction (or lack of it), my
finger ran down between her tight little butt crack until my fingertip pressed
against her tiny asshole. Without even thinking about it, I pressed my
fingertip up against it and felt the firm resistance of her tight ass. When I
tried pushing a little harder, Lisa tensed in my arms and I knew she wasn't sure
about what was happening so for the moment I moved my hand away from her butt
and went back to scratching her back.
Before I could go further, the alarm clock went off and it was time to get the
girls off to school. Seeing Lisa lead her little sister down the sidewalk to
their school, which fortunately was just a block away, I wondered how many
fathers AMD mothers saw them in their cute little blue plaid uniforms and
thought about them the way I was feeling.
With the girls gone, I had the house to myself. There were a million chores for
me to do but I couldn't concentrate on any of them. I found myself pacing the
house, moving from room to room like a tiger caged in a zoo. In my heart, I
knew what I SHOULD be doing but my head was filled with nasty thoughts and
images that seemed to grow stronger and more vivid every day. Torn between
reality and fantasy, it was like I just wavered in between, unable to accomplish
anything one way or the other.
Finally I found myself in front of the computer, staring at the dark screen like
it was a dead skunk that someone had left behind. This is where it has all
started. It wasn't my fault at all. The computer was responsible for my
dilemma, my degradation into this dark world of depravity and lust. Still, I
couldn't help but feel this intense desire to get back on-line again. I
couldn't wait to discuss with a real person all the things I didn't dare say to
a friend or even my husband. Turning on the computer, I felt my pussy warming
in anticipation. Logging into an incest chat room, it didn't take long before I
was inundated with men wanting to chat with me.
The first couple of guys were the typical illiterate perverts who couldn't
string two thoughts together if their lives depended on it and so I quickly
ignored them and moved on. Finally, I started discussing incest with some guy
who claimed to be from the UK and was fucking his two teenage daughters. From
what little past experience I had, I took such claims with a grain of salt but
it was still exciting to talk about it as if it WAS real. He asked me about my
desires and I explained how I wanted my husband to abuse our seven year-old deaf
and mute daughter. To my surprise, he responded in all caps, telling me I was
disgusting and should be turned into the police as being unfit to be a mother.
After quickly closing that chat window, I sat there with the mouse in hand,
trembling. Was he right? God, even on a sight where perversion was suppose to
be normal, I was being called a pervert – and by a guy who claimed to be fucking
his own teen daughters! My thoughts were interrupted by another guy and this
time when I explained my situation I got the opposite response. He also claimed
to have a young daughter whom he had wanted to fuck but never had the courage.
He even sent me a couple of family photo showing him, his wife and his daughter,
who looked to be about Lisa's age or slightly older. I told him my fears about
Richard, about how I worried what he would say if he knew what his wife wanted
him to do to his daughter. The guy responded back telling me that I should be
honest with him, that almost every guy he knew that was honest about it harbored
such thoughts about his daughter. The difference was that most men, like him,
didn't have the support of their wives and thus could never act on their
impulses. He told me how much he wished he had a wife like me who would allow
him to take their daughter and fuck her.
As we chatted, I wondered if he was right. Did Richard secretly feel lust for
Lisa but he never let on because he thought I would be outraged? Did he
masturbate when he as out of town, calling out her name instead of mine,
dreaming of fucking his little girl instead of his wife? Did he just need me to
give him permission? Was that all there was to it? Could it really be THAT
easy?
He asked me for a photo of Lisa so I sent him one of her in her school uniform.
Them he asked me if he could turn on his cam for me so I could watch him
masturbate to Lisa's picture. He called it a "tribute" which was new for me but
evidently something more common than I thought, at least among the perverts on
the Internet. It sounded interesting so I accepted his invite and next thing I
knew this guy about forty years old or so was looking at me, completely naked in
front of his cam. The room behind him looked like any ordinary house, with toys
and photos on shelves around him. He held up a picture of his daughter who
looked to be terribly cute. Then my eyes widened as he rubbed his dick on her
picture, pressing the tip of his cock against her mouth as if he as imagining
her sucking her dad's dick.
As if that wasn't hot enough, he reached over to where his printer must have
been and held up one of the photo of Lisa that I had sent him. My heart pounded
as I realized what I'd done. I'd sent a photo of my own daughter to some
pervert located God knows where for him to get off with! This wasn't him
downloading some photo of someone from some anonymous website, this was my Lisa,
my little girl! It wasn't like I could take it back either. What would he do
with it?
My robe fell to the floor as I began to masturbate as I watched him start to
stroke himself in front of his cam for me. He was holding the photo of Lisa in
one hand and jerking his cock with the other. It was unbelievable to see a REAL
guy jerking off looking at my little girl! So many times lately I had imagined
some guy doing that to her for real and now it was right in front of me. God,
imagine if Lisa had actually been there with him! One thing I liked about dicks
– they never lied. This guy was hard and he was looking at my Lisa so he must
have really wanted her!
Eventually he came and when he did he stood up and let his cum fall onto the
picture in front of him. Without thinking about it, I captured some screen
shots of him cumming and then of the cum piling up on her photo. Some of the
close-ups showed where he used his dick to spread his cum all over the face of
my beautiful little girl. Lord knows why I took them as I didn't know if I
would ever have the courage to look at them again. It just felt hot to save
them, more because he WAS cumming on my Lisa than anything else. Had he jerked
off to some internet whore, or anyone lese for that matter, it wouldn't have
been a turn-on but here he was, a REAL guy jerking off as he dreamed of fucking
my daughter!!!!
When he was done he signed off and I leaned back in the chair and played with
myself. I opened up the screen images I'd captured and marveled at what had
just happened. She was only seven years old and yet this guy wanted to fuck her
– for real! Seeing the globs of his cum on her picture, I knew what I really
wanted. Oh yeas, what I really wanted was to see her REAL face with her
father's cum spread all over it.
Needless to say, I was hooked. Not a dish was washed or a single outfit cleaned
as I spent the entire day on-line, looking for guys to cam for me and stroke
themselves looking at Lisa. I was amazed at how many men were willing to do
this. My god, were all men really THIS perverted? By the time the girls got
home, I have dozens of photos from seven guys who had masturbated for me using
my daughter as the object of their lust. It was like a while new world had
opened for me. As the day went on, I got braver and even sent out a few
"naughtier" pics for them to cum on. Nothing nude, just a little more
"exposure" of Lisa in a swim suit or in the bath tub, facing away from the
camera.
Time passed quickly and before I knew it, it was time for the girls to be home
so I quickly cleaned myself off and finally got dressed for the day. God, when
was the last time I'd stayed nude for the entire day? I couldn't even remember
how many times I'd masturbated, but it had to be a record. My pussy was
actually a bit sore from all the non-stop rubbing throughout the day.
Lisa and Sarah bounded in the door from school, happy and cheerful as they
usually were. The rest of the evening was rather uneventful and soon it was
time for them to go to bed. Before that their father called and we all talked
to him for almost half an hour. I was there last to say goodnight to Richard
and scooted the girls to their bedroom before saying goodnight to him.
"I miss you Richard," I purred in the phone, "Actually, my pussy misses you
most."
There was nothing but silence on the phone. In Richard's defense, phone sex was
NOT one of my normal conversation topics with him and he must have wondered if
somehow he had been transferred to a phone sex line.
"Ummmmm, really?" he finally managed to respond with.
"Mmmmmm, I'm playing with myself now thinking about how you fucked me last
night."
The poor guy; in all our years of marriage I'd NEVER said anything that direct
to him over the phone. Heck, I hardly said anything like that to his face!
"Well, I hope you are enjoying yourself then," he finally said, as if he didn't
know what else to say.
"Mmmmmm, I will Richard. I hope you do the same. I hope you jerk yourself off
thinking about me touching myself tonight."
He didn't respond to THAT one at all, instead he said he loved me and hung up.
I could only imagine what he was thinking. He must have thought I was out of my
mind! Although there have been a few times I've managed to get him to touch
himself when were having sex, alcohol was generally involved as well. I knew
Richard masturbated, the evidence was in the towels and tissues he would
sometimes forget to put away when he left the bathroom. However, it was never a
subject for conversation as he was clearly uncomfortable with the subject. I
was pretty sure he would be masturbating in his hotel room. The question in my
mind was, WHO was he thinking about when her jerked himself off – his wife or
his daughter?
After hanging up I was feeling horny – again. You would have thought after a
day of practically non-stop masturbation that I would've had enough by now but
that wasn't the case. I felt just as horny as I had when I first woke up this
morning. The heck with a nightgown, I stripped and went to bed nude, something
I rarely did on my own. I could've gone on all night had my pussy had anything
to do with it, but eventually I fell asleep totally exhausted, stinking of sweat
and pussy cum.
In the middle for the night I woke to find the room pitch black. The damn
nightlight must have burned out again. I was about to turn over and go back to
sleep when I felt something next to me. Reaching out, I recognized immediately
what it was. For some reason, Lisa had snuck back in bed with me again. That
wasn't totally surprising as she often did that when her dad was away. What WAS
different was what I did NOT feel – her pajamas! The little girl had removed
her pajamas before getting into bed with me and now her warm little body was
pressed up tight against mine. I guess after the last time she must have
thought that I wanted her to be like that.
Between the darkness of the room and the covers, I couldn't see her at all. All
I could feel was her warm little body against mine. She must have been laying
towards me as when I reached out for her and put my arm around her, my hand
landed perfectly on her tight little seven-year old ass. It felt amazing
sensual. Considering she was only seven, skinny as a rail and as flat as board,
she had an incredible cute butt, almost out of place when compared to the
immaturity of the rest of her body. Surprisingly, she wiggled it just a little.
God, the little tease! It was if she was daring me to go further although I
doubted in reality she had any idea the effect her ass was having on my pussy.
As if I wasn't surprised enough, I felt her pull up tighter against me until she
could reach around my waist and next thing I knew she had her hand on MY ass!
The little vixen! Deep down I knew she was just mimicking her mother's actions,
no different than when I gave her a bowl and mix for herself when I was cooking
so she could follow along with me. My curiosity arose along with the level of
horniness in me. Just what else would she try and mimic?
Taking my hand off her butt, I pulled my arm down alongside of me so I could
touch her flat little chest. Her tiny nipples felt like little bumps under my
fingers as I toyed with them gently. Sure enough, my little copycat did the
same, except she had a lot more to feel than I did! Nobody beside Richard had
caressed my boobs for over ten years now and to think that it would be my seven
year-old daughter that would be the next would have been unthinkable to me just
a couple of weeks ago. Now it just seemed like them most natural thin in the
world for us to do – touching each other, exploring like two kids playing
doctor.
Lisa obviously had no idea what she was doing and her hand just toyed with my
boob like it was one of her stuffed animals. It wasn't WHAT she was doing,
though, that had me turned on. No, it was that she was doing it at all that was
so exciting. I pulled her head in towards my boobs, pressing my nipples against
her lips. At first she kept them tightly shut, probably not understanding what
I was trying to get her to do. If only she could hear me, if only she could
hear her mother whisper for her to suck her mommy's hard nipples.
I cupped my boob in my hand, pressing it up against her closed mouth. It took a
while but finally she seemed to understand what I wanted. I felt her lips part
and then she gingerly took my nipple between them. My god, it felt incredible!
My daughter was sucking my breast and I loved it! Her lips took my hard nipple
and tugged on them, sending ripples of pleasure through me. God, did she have
any idea at all how good she was making me feel?
The darkness was killing me. I HAD to see this! Reaching back, I had to
momentarily pull my breasts away from her suckling mouth to reach behind me for
the lamp next to my bed. I turned it on low which gave the room plenty of light
without the glare of full brightness. Turning back, I looked down and finally
saw my daughter's face looking up at me. She was practically beaming she seemed
so happy. Even though she undoubtedly didn't understand what she was doing from
a sexual perspective, she was a very bright girl and picked up on people's
emotions and feelings quickly. Somehow she sensed she was making me happy and
like any seven year-old, she was thrilled that she could do something that made
her mom happy.
My fingers ran through her short blonde hair as she moved back towards my boobs
and began to suck on the again like a baby calf. She looked so beautiful, so
sweet, so innocent that I could hardly believe it was really happening. As she
sucked gently on my boob, my moral defenses caved once and for all. Any remnant
of decency and morality was pushed aside as I lusted for her more now than even
in some of my most wicked dreams to date. It was no longer a dream or a
fantasy. My little girl was in bed with me for real, naked and nursing on me.
My hand practically trembled as I reached between her legs. Instinct seemed to
take over as she lifted it enough for my hand to reach between her thoughts and
once again I was cupping her sweet little pussy. This time I wasn't going to
stop at just feeling my palm against her crotch though. My index finger began
to run up and down her undeveloped pussy slit, slowly working its way down in
between them. Lisa, realizing that her mom was touching her in her private
place, a place we had told her nobody else should touch or look at,
instinctively started to pull away.
Well, there would be none of THAT! I wasn't going to go this far and then
retreat. No, she was going to do as I told her, pleasure me, service me,
whatever I wanted her to do. I was her mother and she was my daughter and she
was going to listen to her mother tell her what to do – or least, in Lisa's
case, show her what to do. She was the one who had slipped in bed naked with
me. She was the one who allowed me to touch her and caress her ass. Well, she
wasn't going to stop me now, No, she was going to be my little slut, my little
seven year-old whore. Any shreds of doubt and remorse were long gone by now. I
knew what I wanted from her – and what she had to give anyone else I wanted her
to as well, including her father.
I suppose later I would look back at this moment and realize that it, more than
any other time, symbolized the change in how our loves are today compared to
just a short couple of weeks before. Yes, I had been dreaming of her,
fantasizing the most naughtiest things a mother could dream about her daughter,
especially one that was only seven years old. True, I had dribbled some cum in
her mouth but she didn't remember any of that. And yes, I had touched her a
little inappropriately but still, nothing that would have convicted me to a jail
term. Guilt as charged for giving her photos to Internet perverts to pay their
"tributes" to and lord knows where else those photos may someday end up.
Even after all that I had done and fantasized, I could have stopped what I was
doing and for all practical purposes, no harm, no foul. It was at this moment I
truly crossed the line. It was this precise instant that I went from just being
a horny mother with a terribly nasty imagination to a full-blown pedophile. Am
I ashamed of that title? Well, maybe if I was lurking at playgrounds and
abusing any young child that came along. That wasn't the case here. We're
talking about my daughter, my flesh and blood. Sure she is young and yes, some
people might call it child abuse to take advantage of her innocence and naivety.
True, handled wrong it could have been an abuse of my parental duties over
someone who trusted me implicitly with everything in her life. It all didn't
matter. It was time to make Lisa my little lover. I deserved it, after all,
for all I had to put with over the years having to deal with her handicaps. She
owed it to me so why shouldn't I demand what I was due?
I pulled my hand away momentarily to lick my finger and wet it. I quickly
replaced it on her little pussy and started to press it into her little pussy
hole. It was like trying to push your finger through a knothole. Sure it was
there and you could feel it, but it wasn't going to stretch out voluntarily.
Well, if it wasn't going to give in on it's own, I would just have to convince
it otherwise.
Reaching behind me once again, I grabbed my trusty tube of vaginal lubricant.
OK, I'm not sixteen anymore and sometimes a gal needs a little help so no
comments are necessary. Reaching behind Lisa, I poured some out onto my hand
and quickly applied it to her pussy before the slippery stuff spilled all over
the sheets. It was like covering her with oil except it smelled nice and, most
importantly, tasted good as well. I sometimes used it to give Richard a hand
job and at the end I always use my mouth no matter what so it was important to
be good tasting!
The lubricant made Lisa's little bare pussy slippery as an oil spill. My finger
now was able to easily slip in her pussy, at least up to the first knuckle. It
was so incredibly tight! God, if it was so difficult to force my finger into
her, how would Richard ever get his hard dick inside? Lisa squirmed and I saw
her looking down between her legs, undoubtedly wondering what her mommy was
doing to her. At her age, I doubted that she felt any sexual tendencies
although just the massaging of my finger in her should have felt good just by
itself, especially with all the oil lubricating her, no different than
scratching her back.
As I fondled her, it seemed impossible that I could actually be doing this, that
I was fingering my daughter's little pussy like some perverted sex maniac.
Well, maybe that's what I was. Then again, wasn't my daughter simply proving
what a little slut she actually was? Like her mom, did she have her own inner
demons, just waiting to be released? After all, here she was, laying naked by
me with her mouth on my breast, letting her mother slowly draw her finger in and
out of her tiny little pussy. Indeed, she really wasn't so innocent after all.
Perhaps whatever it was that had waited 34 years to emerge in me was in her as
well. What if my mom had fingered my pussy when I was only seven? What would I
have turned into had my repressed sexual urges been released so much earlier in
my life. Yes, more than ever I was now convinced that was I was doing was
right. She deserved what I was doing to her and I deserved it as well.
With my finger now covered in oil, I took it from her pussy and moved down just
enough to where it was now pressing against her tight little asshole and pushed
– hard. Lisa couldn't say anything but the air rushed from her as her chest
tightened from the sudden pressure (and pain?) as my finger forced it's way into
her virgin asshole. I didn't go too far in, just an inch or so, but her ass
clamped down on my finger like a vise! She let go of my nipple and I saw her
grimace but she didn't try to stop me. I don't know if she just feared what I
might do if she tried to pull my finger out or what, but whatever it was she
just panted and squeezed her eyes shut as I toyed with her little ass.
I didn't want to push her too far the first time so after a while I took my
finger out of her and held her tight to me. I felt such joy and love in my
heart for her! She was more than my daughter now, she was mine in every way,
every way I could desire or imagine. Yes, my daughter was no my little slut, my
little whore!
I had a week before Richard would be back home and I put it to good use. Each
night Lisa came to my bed like the obedient little slut I was training her to
be. She knew better than to get into bed with any clothes on after I spanked
her lightly the next night when she tried to keep them on. Each night we would
start out kissing and touching each other. As the week progressed I had her
touch me and explore my pussy. Her hand was so small she once put it completely
inside of me without much trouble!
It wasn't until the third night that I got the courage to lick her pussy for the
first time. She had been sucking my nipples again (it was like she was a baby
again and couldn't get enough of them it seemed). I gently rolled her over on
her back and pushed her arms down to her sides. Then I put one hand on each
knee and spread her legs apart. I could see the questioning look on her face as
I lowered my head to her crotch and let my tongue lightly run over her baby soft
pussy. God she tasted so good! It not nearly as strong as my own pussy, almost
tasteless even. Her small bump of the promise of a future clit didn't respond
the way I knew it would in a few years, but she seemed to enjoy it anyway.
Of course, my little monkey had to mimic everything her mom did so no sooner
than I took my face from her pussy than Lisa was gesturing towards my pussy,
signaling to me that she wanted to lick me too. What can I say? As much as I
love being eaten by Richard, there was just something so much more erotic about
seeing my little girl between my legs, her tiny tongue playing on my pussy. I
taught her where my clit was and how to lick it and it didn't take long for my
little whore of a daughter to learn quickly how to bring her mom to a climax.
Yep, it had to be in the genes!
During the day when the girls were in school, instead of doing housework I found
myself almost glued to the computer. I had developed several "friendships" with
a number of men who seemed to be waiting every day for the latest update on me
and Lisa. God, what did these men do that they had so much time on their hands?
All of them had cams as that was part of my "selection" process and each day I
would send them more photos of Lisa for them to cum on. I acquired quite a
collection during the week!
For the first few days I just sent them pics of Lisa in her school uniform,
shorts, or other "family" pics. Of course, my perverted internet "fans"
clamored for something more revealing and finally I caved in to them after one
particularly special day when I must have cum half a dozen times watching them
masturbate to Lisa and telling me how much they wanted to fuck my little
daughter. That night when Lisa came to my room I took out our digital camera
and took a bunch of naughty photos of her. Some of them were just teasers,
photos of her from behind or with her hands covering her. I also took some of
her touching herself and spreading her legs apart wide to give a good view of
her tiny bare pussy.
The response, as you might imagine, was tremendous. My friends all got so hard
looking at my daughter nude that a couple of them hardly had to stroke at all
before they came. I don't think they realized that all the while I was
gathering quite a collection of screen captures of each of them as they jerked
off to my daughter.
The last night before Richard was due home, I took yet another step and this
time I took some shots of Lisa licking my pussy and boobs. Even if "my guys"
weren't turned on (of course they were), I was soaking wet before I was done.
Of course, I had nothing to be concerned about as you should have seen the faces
on their cams when they saw what I had for them. It was like a kid looking in
the store window at Christmas.
The next day I frantically cleaned the house and did laundry. God, the place
was a disaster! Normally I was a fanatic about keeping the house in order so
what would Richard think if he came home and found the place a wreck? There was
no problem, though, as I had everything back in shape well before he came in the
door, carrying flowers for me and kissing me as soon as I all but jumped in his
arms.
"Wow, that was quite the greeting!" he exclaimed, "Somebody miss me?"
I grabbed him by the crotch and gave him a devilish smile saying, "What I REALLY
missed was your dick! Give it to me!"
Richard practically choked at my unexpected words. Never had I ever greeted him
with anything even remotely like that. It may sound tame to some people, but
for me it was totally unexpected for him.
"Damn, maybe I need to go out of town more often!"
"Why don't you just shut up and fuck me?" I whispered huskily in his ear,
rubbing his cock through my hands.
"What about the girls?" he asked, looking around for them.
"They're watching TV or whatever - but who cares? C'mon, fuck me now," I
practically begged him.
I practically tore his clothes off as he seemed almost in shock at this hellcat
his wife had turned into while he was gone. What I really wanted was for him to
fuck me right there, right at the front door entrance but he was afraid that the
girls might come in and see us. What would he have said had he known that such
a thing was exactly what I was hoping WOULD happen? Indeed, he seemed almost
overwhelmed by me as it was as I literally fucked him for the first time rather
than him fucking me - if you get what I mean.
After he had cum in my pussy, we laid in bed next to each other. He was on his
back while I was laying at his side with one leg draped over him and my boobs
pushed against his side. My free hand was holding his cock, flaccid now but
still a joy for me to hold and caress.
"Damn, what the hell was THAT all about?" he whispered hoarsely, still panting
to try and get his breath. He didn't sound angry, just curious.
"I thought you might like it if I took the initiative for once," I answered,
"Was that OK?"
"Shit baby, you can do that ANY time you want!" he gasped.
My heart pounded as I debated whether or not to tell him just WHY I was so
incredibly horny. He had taken many business trips in the past and never been
greeted by his wife this way before. Would he understand if I told him what
made the difference this time? How do you start out such a discussion? "Guess
what honey? The reason I was so hot for you was I spent the whole last week
masturbating and fondling our seven year-old daughter," just didn't seem right
somehow.
OK, so I chickened out. As badly as I wanted Richard to share my growing
relationship with Lisa, it terrified me to think what might happen if he didn't
respond as I had hoped. Once Richard fell asleep, I carefully slipped out of
bed and threw on a robe.
The girls were watching TV in the family room so I took Lisa by the hand and led
her to her bedroom. Once there, I sat on the bed and put my hands on her
shoulders, pushing her down so that she would kneel in front of me. Opening my
robe, I spread my legs and pointed at my pussy. Lisa looked up at me with those
beautiful brown eyes and smiled. It was amazing how quickly she had learned
what made her mommy happy!
Leaning back on her bed on my hands, I watched as my little girl leaned forward
and without any hesitation whatsoever, started to lick my freshly fucked pussy.
My clit was still sensitive after being fucked by Richard and when her tongue
touched it I thought I would scream with the intensity of the feelings it
created inside of me. God, if only I had the courage to ask Richard to join us,
to see his daughter as she licked her father's cum from my pussy like a little
kitten drinking milk from a bowel. Lisa seemed to like it, or at least she
didn't make any indication that she didn't like the gooey cum that was dripping
from my pussy.
I could have let her lick me all day, and I think she WOULD have if I made her,
but with Richard home that wasn't possible – not yet at least. I lifted her up
and kissed her full on the lips. The taste of my pussy on her mouth mixed with
her daddy's cum was so erotic. I started to take her to the bathroom to wash
off but then a dirty thought came to mind and I just motioned for her to go back
to her sister and watch TV. The sight of her watching TV with Sarah, her face
covered in her parent's cum, aroused me as I never would have thought possible.
Back in our bedroom, I nestled in close to my wonderful husband again, my hand
once again holding his cock and feeling the warmth of his crotch. Whether
Richard knew it to not, when he awoke he was going to fuck me again, THAT was
for certain! The only question remaining was would he fuck Lisa? Deep in my
heart I knew it would come down to that. I couldn't keep my lust for her a
secret forever so sooner or later Richard would have to find out and make a
decision. Would he divorce me or would he be thrilled that finally he could let
out his secret desires? Well, there was only one way to find out...
Continued in Part 2...
Maria Schlossler - Pedophile Mom Ch1