Story Title - Misty’s Secret

By FertileMind

Chapter -  3

In the car Misty sat in the back in her booster seat again as they drove home. She was humming and playing with Lammy, squeezing him between her legs and enjoying the sensation coming from her private place, she’d learned the word for it, her cunt, but she knew instinctively not to say it in front of her Mommy. As she stroked Lammy’s soft head she keeps thinking about all the things she had seen her Mommy do with her friends in the room. She kept seeing the pictures of their naked bodies rolling around on the bed and their big cocks going in and out of her Mommy’s hole. She thought about all the thick gooey white stuff they squirted and how her Mommy had eaten it up and liked it when they squirted it in her mouth. She thought about all the dirty bad words she heard and knew now, and again she knew she wouldn‘t be able to repeat them without getting into big trouble but they made her ears burn as she heard them in her head. 

“Suck my cock whore”, “motherfucker motherfucker I’m cumming”, “fuck me, fuck me like a whore, gimme your hard cocks”, “dozens of them, I fuck dozens of them, from the time he leaves till the day he gets back” , “he can’t make me cum, I have to fake it”, “stick it in my ass Dan please” and so much more. But the ones she liked the best, “you’re soooo pretty, prettier than your mommy even”, “You suck cock real good Misty”, “look Misty, see my hot cum….all cause you sucked my cock so good..”, those were the best ones she remembered and seeing Jimmy’s cock shooting his cum straight up in the air after she played with it and sucked it for him, she liked that. She could still taste it even though she ate some hamburger and some French fries and drank some soda, she still had a taste of Jimmy’s big cock in her mouth, she liked it. 

She had a lot of neat secrets now, she had to keep them all but she wasn’t worried, she was a good secret keeper. She wouldn’t tell Daddy that Mommy played naked games with her men friends, or that Mommy’s friends had played naked games with her touching and rubbing her cunt and kissing her mouth. An she wouldn’t tell Mommy she played naked games with Dan an Jimmy or that she played with their cocks and even sucked Jimmy’s real good for him and made him cum. She could keep that one easy because it was secret and she hoped Mommy would bring her the next time, she liked the way the men rubbed her between her legs. It felt real funny and good and weird and made her tummy flip flop all at once. She liked that too.

Sharon was eaten up with a sickening bout of guilt and a competing feeling of lust, perverted lust for having taken her daughter with her to one of her nympho sex sessions. What the fuck had she been thinking? She knew the answer to her own question of course, she was a hopeless whore and she needed cock so badly she had dangerously exposed her daughter to something she should never have been around at her young age. The guilt hit her again like a punch in the stomach and then another wave of lust as she felt herself getting wet from an image in her mind of her daughter sitting their watching TV while behind her, her mother was rutting like a animal in heat coupling with two well hung studs just a few feet away. The guilt mixed with the lust made her want to stop the car and frig her cunt as the idea of what she had done triggered another flash of the scene, as if she was watching it from the corner of the room.

She had her own deep seated memories of the things her own mother had done behind her fathers back. Things that she did not think of often but which were coming unbidden as if released by what she had done herself this very day. Sharon had kept the secrets then just like she was asking her own daughter to do now. How she had watched her mother whispering to the strange men who came to the back door of their home at night when her Daddy was away driving his long haul truck. For days and even weeks sometimes men came to the house to be with her mother. Sometimes it was at night after her mother had tucked her in, but she would sneak out of bed and listen at her parents’ bedroom door to the strange exciting noises coming from behind the closed door. Sometimes she’d watch from the top of the stairs at night when her mother and her friends stayed in the den when Daddy was away on a long trip. There would always be one or two and many times three and sometimes even more men came to see her. She could see her mother naked in their midst, doing all the things Sharon was now addicted to.

What a mind fuck it had been, seeing her Mommy welcome her Daddy home with kisses and hugs from a long trip and her Mommy winking at her and always putting her finger to her lips and whispering, “Don’t forget our secrets baby, Mommy loves you so much, you have to keep her secrets for her okay?” And Sharon had, even when she got older and she felt bad when Daddy would come home and Sharon knew that just the night before there had been three men in his bedroom fucking her mother until they left in the middle of the night. She started tuning things out then, concentrating on her own interests and pleasures when she wasn’t spying on her mother. She had started masturbating very young as the feelings and emotional vibrations that came from watching her mother made her touch herself. She started doing what she was seeing the men do to her Mom. She touched herself in the places they touched her mother, she felt the reason for what her mother was doing emanating from between her own 7 or 8 year-old legs. It felt good. 

She started putting things inside of herself, first her fingers and then her toothbrush, or a small magic marker. She carried herself to another place the night she had popped her own cherry quite by accident as she pushed the handle of her hairbrush into her pussy. Inside her head with her eyes closed tightly she was seeing the pictures in her mind of what she had witnessed her mother doing the evening before. Three men penetrating her as she groaned in ecstasy with her mouth wrapped around the cock of the third man, she remembered gasping as the brush handle tore through her membrane and panicked for a second when she opened her eyes and saw the blood, but her clit wouldn’t let her stop as the pain quickly faded and her fingers continued to strum the button at the top of her slit. When it finally came, that very first time, she knew as soon as the feelings broke over her like a giant wave at the beach that she wanted to feel it again and again and again. And she did.

Through her later preteen years she grew bolder and she suspected her mother knew she was watching and finally one night it happened. She was at the top of the steps looking through the rails of the banister; her mother was with two men, one black and one white, they were taking her on the floor one in her cunt and one in her ass. Her mothers face was twisted in a paradox of pain and pleasure as the men took her violently and called her a whore and a slut while they used her body. Suddenly Sharon was looking into her mothers eyes and there was no sound but the grunting of the men as she smiled at Sharon as she ran her tongue around her full red lips while her body was split in half by the thick thrusting cocks of her lovers. Sharon stared into her eyes and came at the same time her mother cried out in orgasm, feeling like she was connected by an invisible sexual umbilical cord to her whore mother. And Sharon remembered wanting what her mother had on that very night, she wanted the constant flow of sexual energy that pulsed through her mothers’ veins like her lifeblood.


She didn’t remember how long it had been after that, but her mother started leaving her bedroom door open, after she rearranged the bedroom furniture, making it so Sharon could see the bed from her darkened room with her door cracked. She remembered her dad asking why she had changed things around and how her mother had giggled like a girl and just said it was a women’s prerogative to always want to change things. Her Dad had shaken his head and she could hear his voice as if he was in the car, “Well honey, if it makes you happy…..” And a week later, after her Daddy had left and her Mom had finished entertaining one of her black boyfriends she came to see Sharon in her room after he had left. Sharon tried to pretend she was sleeping but her mother knew better and she slipped into the bed with her, her naked body was sticky with sweat and cum and she smelled like musk mixed with her perfume and the mans cologne. She had been 11 or 12 years-old, her small breasts had just begun developing and were the size of plums with fat sensitive nipples, she had just started wearing a training bra. Of course she was naked under her pajamas because she had taken off her panty to play with herself as she watched her Mom suck and fuck the black man.

She felt her mothers nipples press against her back through the thin material of her top and felt her hand slip down the front of her pajama bottoms. She remembered how scared she had been, her heart was pounding and she was shaking, quivering like jelly but she did not resist. She felt her mothers’ lips on the back of her neck and her kiss sent shivers down her spine at the same time her fingers found her moist wet slit. She licked and sucked her earlobe sending more shivers through her body as she whispered, “You like to watch me baby….?” Her finger slipped across the top of Sharon’s slit and into her cunt and she couldn’t restrain a groan as her mothers’ finger touched her sensitive clit, “Do you like to see me with my boyfriends Sharon, and did you enjoy it tonight, when I sucked Ben’s fat black cock? Did you see from your room, could you see him cumming in my mouth baby? I love to eat cum….but you know that don’t you baby?” Sharon sighed and opened her legs wider leaning back into her mothers warm musk scented body enjoying the feelings her mother was stirring in her.

“Yes,” her throat was dry, “yes,” she whispered, “I did Momma, I like to watch you, mmmm, I…oh Momma it feels good….Mommy….good……..” 

She was jarred back to reality as a horn beeped and she was scared that she was about to have an accident but all was fine, she looked in the rear view mirror as they entered their neighbourhood, she had to grip the wheel as she did a double take to see if she was really seeing what her daughter was doing was real. She slowed as they came to the driveway of their home and had to look away as the garage door opened and when she looked back it was over. She could have sworn she had seen Misty humping her stuffed lamb, thrusting her tiny hips forward in her booster seat as she pulled her stuffed animal between her legs, her face pink and flushed and her eyes closed as her small young body strained against the seat restraints. Jesus no way, no fucking way it couldn’t be, Misty was only five! Sharon threw the car into park and almost shouted, “We’re home! Let’s get inside baby and we’ll play a game or watch a movie okay!”

Misty was flushed but at the same time she seemed somehow sated, reserved, as if she had accomplished what she had intended. She surprised Sharon when she said, ‘I’m tired Mommy, can I take a nap, sleepy, my head is sleepy, can I rest a little?”

The guilt and the lust pounded Sharon’s heart like a sledge hammer as she tried to answer without her voice breaking, “Sure….sure baby you can rest. Mommy’s sorry we stayed with her friends so long.” Sharon tried to make eye contact with her baby but she looked sleepy and closed her eyes as Sharon took her into her arms from the booster seat, her body warm and sweet smelling. In a fit of fear and panic over what she had done she whispered desperately, as if her mother were speaking through her, “Don’t forget our secret baby, Mommy loves you so much, you have to keep her secret okay?” 

Sharon thought for a moment her daughter was asleep but after a few seconds she answered in a lazy voice, the kind of voice Sharon recognized as her own after she was making small talk with her lovers, “Its okay Mommy, I’m a good secret keeper….I’ll keep your secrets, I promise.” Sharon carried Misty to her bed, her small bed with her pink ruffled sheets and all her dollies and laid her down, she looked at Misty as she closed her eyes and she could see her fall asleep. Sharon leaned close and breathed in her sweet scent and kissed her perfect pink lips and shuddered as she felt a wave of lust and guilt wash over her again. She pulled away then and backed out of the room and quietly closed the door.

She was in turmoil but her urges, her incredible sexual urges always overwhelmed her brain and she turned and went to her and her husbands’ bedroom where she fell to the bed and tore at her clothes as she thrust her hand between her legs. Her mind was racing at a million miles a minute as scenes, unrelated scenes, from her childhood came back to her in vivid detail. They electrified her senses and made her cringe as she touched herself. Everything, every nerve, every part of her mind seemed to be short circuiting; her senses were scrambled because of what she had done, had she done it on purpose? Had she exposed Misty to her dark side for unknown reasons, or subconscious reasons?

Things she had not though of in many years flooded her mind, wonderful things and terrible things, seeing her mother fucking and sucking with so many different men in their home on the 1st of July and then seeing her father cooking hotdogs and hamburgers at the grill in their backyard on the 4th of July. A picture in her bent brain of her mother when Sharon was 14, sucking off a man in the kitchen just a few hours before her Dad was due home and then her mother coming to her as the back door closed and kissing her so she could taste the mans semen. Lying on the sofa with her Daddy watching a movie and laughing together, holding a teddy bear he had brought her as a gift, the night before he was to leave for a week. Then the next night watching when half dozen men showed up and she had cum more times then she could count as she looked on as they used her mother.

She screamed in orgasm and her mind imploded as the secrets she kept her whole life overwhelmed her, her dark door was opened and the flood threatened to wash her soul away. She was cumming and crying as she saw her life laid out up to this point. How she had sucked off a group of strange men on her honeymoon in the Bahamas. Her husband had drunk too much and passed out in the hotel room and she had gone down to the beach, her infant daughter with her husbands parents thousands of miles away as she sucked cock after cock. Then she could taste it as her mother was making her suck the cum from her cunt when she came to her room after three men had taken her, Sharon had just turned 13 years-old two days prior and her father had left just the previous day. 

She shuddered as she realized how sick she was and she feared the demons that were stirring in her psyche, she feared it was time for her to lose her mind and if so what could she do? Was there a legacy she had to fulfil? Could she be on the same road, the road her mother had travelled, could she be a heartbeat away from molesting her own daughter as her mother had molested her? As her orgasm subsided she couldn’t take her fingers away from the hole between her legs, she started rubbing herself again and she felt the high side of lust return, it had only ebbed for the seconds it took her to experience her pleasure again, she couldn’t escape it. She was back in the motel room with Jimmy and Dan, only she was Misty, and she was watching her own mother, she could feel the soup between her legs as her fingers dug deep, deep into her filthy perverted core. How deep could she go? Could she make herself cum till she died? Her fingers were alive, her clit was like a magnet and her fingers couldn’t stop abusing herself.

Her mind was racing again, Misty…..oh baby I’m sorry, I’ll be careful….I won’t let anyone hurt you….” Her cunt was drooling as her daughters pink lips touched hers, aaaaahhhh aaahhh fuck, again, again, it was always again, Misty….Mommy’s cumming, cumming, Jesus always cumming…..



