Daughter's torment

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sharon writhed on her bed with her eyes closed and her pink tongue licking sensuously at her ripe lips. Her hands smoothed erotically over her jutting tits. Her legs were splayed wide open and her pussy kept squirming.

Her mother found her that way when she came into the room. For a moment, Sandra Turner thought her little girl had been driven completely out of her mind. Sharon looked so helpless and small on the bed, wiggling and writhing that way. Her sweet little cunt looked all red and abused, dripping an awful lot of silky, glistening cum.

"Oh, Sharon, Sharon!" her mother cried, running to her.

To Sharon's amazement, her mother lay on the bed with her and gathered her body into her arms.

"My poor baby, poor baby," Sandra crooned into Sharon's ear, hugging her close to her own naked body.

After the initial shock of having her mother show such affection, Sharon's next feeling was erotic. Her mother's firm white thigh accidentally pressed between hers, right up against her buzzing, leaking pussy. And Sandra's lush tits crushed against Sharon's. Sharon's pink nipples stood up.

"Ohhmmmm," Sharon moaned, feeling furry and sexy.

Her mother thought it was a moan of pain and humiliation. "Oh, darling, darling," she whimpered, hugging her daughter even more tightly, "it's all right now. They're gone. They're gone, Sharon. Oh, please stop trembling. It's all right now. Mommy's here. Qh, those bastards! How could they do this to you? I can understand them wanting to rape me, but how could they mistreat a mere child?"

"I'm… I'm okay, Mom," Sharon breathed into her mother's soft hair.

Sandra didn't pay any attention. She smoothed a hand down Sharon's naked, little back and whispered, "Don't worry now, baby. They're gone. God, how could they? Beasts! Did they hurt you, darling? It makes me shudder just to think of their big things pushing into you. Did it hurt a lot, darling? Are you sure you're all right? Maybe I'd better call Doctor Ames."

"No!" Sharon squealed. "I mean, no, Mom. I'm fine. Really. I don't need a doctor."

Sandra's hand stroked her daughter's round, firm ass. "Are you sure? We should call somebody. We can't just let them get away with this. My poor baby. I'll call the police."

"Why?" Sharon asked.

Her mother raised her head up and stared wide eyed at her little girl. "Why? How can you ask that? You've been raped! Two strange men used and abused us!"

"Oh, Mother," Sharon sighed. "Calm down. Sure they raped us, but it isn't like we didn't enjoy it."

"Sharon! Oh, my God, what's come over you! Enjoyed it? Why it was… it was, well, horrible! They should be made to pay for this! Enjoyed it?"

Sharon couldn't help giggling. "I heard you out there. Ohhh, Mom, relax, will you? What's all the fuss about? So some men fucked you and you liked it. I think you needed it, what with daddy working so late at night. It was nice, wasn't it? I mean, they didn't hurt us, did they?"

Sandra's mouth moved but it took some time for words to come out. "I… I don't understand you, Sharon. How can you be so calm about it? Weren't you frightened? Oh, I was so afraid for you. I kept waiting to hear you scream and I – come to think of it, you never did scream!"

Her brow wrinkled and her eyes probed her daughter's. "Why didn't you scream, Sharon? Didn't those men… I mean… well, did they stick their… I mean…"

Sharon laughed. "Oh, Mother, you're such a prude. Yes, they fucked me! They both fucked me! They fucked their big cocks right up my pussy!"

Her mother looked like she was about to faint. Her face paled, her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. The wheels in her head turned rapidly then. Suddenly she twisted on the bed and peered between her little girl's thighs.

"No blood," she muttered in disbelief. "There's no blood on the bed. Sharon, how why… oh, my God, you aren't even a virgin."

Sharon burst into laughter and her laughter animated her curvy young body. Sandra stared amazed at her daughter's luscious tits and furry little cunt as they heaved and jiggled.

As if the truth were still unbelievable, Sandra pushed a hand between Sharon's legs and touched her cunt with her fingertips. Unable to resist, she slipped a slender finger up into Sharon's pussy-hole. Sharon moaned and tightened her cunt-muscles on the nice finger.

"God, it's true," her mother rasped. "You've been having sex! With who? Sharon, who have you been screwing? That Daniels boy? Billy? Jim? That newspaperboy I saw you flirting with? Just what have you been up to, young lady?"

Sharon giggled and said, "Oh, you sound just like a mother. After all we've been through tonight, can't you just be my friend?"

Sandra was confused now. "Your friend? What do you mean?"

Sharon gave her soaked pussy a slight twist and murmured, "That feels awfully good after those giant cocks."

"Oh, God!" Sandra cried. She pulled her wet finger out of her daughter's pussy and leapt off the bed. She looked horrified.

"I don't want to hear another word!" she said sternly. She was obviously afraid of her own feelings. "I don't want to hear another word about those men, about rape or about sex. Do you understand? And don't you ever look at me like that when I'm touching you! I'm your mother!"

She whirled and started for the door in a huff. Sharon watched her beautiful naked ass sway.

"Okay, I won't," she said. "But I want you… to know one thing."

Sandra turned at the door and found her daughter looking at her with great love. "When I get older," Sharon said softly, "I hope I'm as beautiful and horny as you."

Tears welled in Sandra's eyes and she ran from the room, from her little girl, and from the truth. Even as she hurried into the bath room to wash away the filth of those evil men, she couldn't help feeling some dynamite thrills up her cunt and in her tits.

Sharon writhed on her bed some more and got herself off a few times on her fingers, rubbing her stiff, wet clit and fingerfucking her juicy cunt-hole.

Both females reacted differently to their mini gang-bang. Sharon had loved every minute of it and she twisted on the bed for a long time just thinking about Jim's and Clint's and Jim's cocks up her pussy.

Sandra actually loved the rape, too. She just couldn't admit it to her teenaged girl. So she closeted herself in the privacy of the bathroom and handled the truth in her own way.

She didn't wash off any filth. She stood naked in front of the long mirror and ran her hands up and down her sensuous flesh. She threw her head back and breathed heavily through her mouth as her fingers squeezed ripe, pink nipples and teased her stiff, wet cunt.

She moaned as both hands met at her wide open pussy and wicked fingers clawed into her cunt-hole. Her cum was juicy, violent, newly free.

"Ohhhmmmm," she moaned, licking her lips hotly. She gazed through her lashes at the gorgeous naked woman in the mirror and she felt downright horny and sexy.

"God, I haven't gotten fucked that good in a long time," she admitted to herself; "Those pricks were so big and hot!"

She leaned against the wall and stroked herself slowly as she recalled every erotic detail of the evening. She cupped a lush tit and slipped a finger up into her drenched cunt-slit. Thoughts of Sharon returned – pretty, sexy, naked Sharon, her own daughter, writhing on the bed and enjoying the afterglow of a double-fuck.

Why wasn't I honest with her? she wondered. She wanted to talk to me. She wanted to share with me. But she's my little girl. I'm her mother! Oh, God, I'm so confused. How sexy she is. How sweet, too. God, I've been such a bitch as a mother. Maybe that's what's been wrong. Maybe I've been trying to keep her a child. Maybe I should be her friend.

But hot can I speak of sex with her! God, I'd be so embarrassed! Especially the way she wants to talk about it! As if it was delicious!

A naughty smile lifted the corners of her sexy mouth and she thought, Of course, sex is delicious. Tonight sure was! God, what a fuck!

Thoughts of her daughter fled from her busy mind. Her tits were aching now and her pussy was hot from her playful fingers. Her mind filled with memories of huge, stiff pricks wagging above her, then fucking into her pussy.

"Oh, stop it, Sandra!" she rebuked herself in the mirror. "What's come over you?"

She flushed slightly, feeling that she should know better than to dwell on such an ordeal as if it were pure pleasure. That kind of thing was unheard of in a good woman, a faithful wife and a perfect mother.

She climbed into the tub and threw on the shower, hoping to wash away the memory of the vicious fucking and her writhing daughter. All of this simply had to be put into the past.

But each time she tried, her mind filled with erotic recollections, she went weak and lax and little shudders of delight rippled through her body. She couldn't control her erotic nature now that it had been awakened by fucking strange men.

She did her best to put her mind-boggling sexual experience out of her thoughts, but her best wasn't good enough. Her body wouldn't let her forget those enormous hard-ons, those lusty males; those chills and thrills in her tits and cunt. The memory of Clint's monstrous prick fucking her mouth, her asshole and her pussy made her body tingle all over and a fire started in the pit of her stomach.

The violent stream of water from the shower head didn't make things any easier for per. Her nipples rose up like ripe cherries beneath the powerful blast. Sandra caught her breath when she rubbed the soaped washcloth across her tits. Never had her tits felt so erotic.

"Ohhh, God," she panted, rubbing harder with the cloth against her lifting tits. The scrumptious feelings in her tits intensified as she washed her stiff, erecting nipples. Moving sensations started deep in her pussy and they were getting lovelier by the second.

Her ripe nipples stood up and pushed out hard against the washcloth. She dragged the cloth away from her crazy nipples to head off any further arousal.

What's happening to me? she wondered hotly. I'm getting excited from a shower!

The needle-like force of the water made her tits harden erotically. The water, like hundreds of pins and needles, pricked her stiff nipples till she thought her tits would burst with pleasure.

"Ohh, wow," she murmured. She suddenly exposed her naked tits to the rushing water spray. The sharp jets stung her tits and nipples and her whole body started to writhe as the shower became an intensely erotic experience.

"Mmmm," she moaned, moving the washcloth down, her flat belly. The rough material brushed over her pussy-mound onto her juicy cunt. She gasped as her fuck-urge erupted deep in her belly. A smoldering flame in her pussy roared into a wildfire.

Oh, my God, she thought, licking her lips nervously. I must be crazy. I feel like a teenager doing this to myself in a shower! Ohhh, is this why Sharon looked like that oh her bed? God, what did those guys do to us? I feel so fucking horny!

Giving in to the truth of her nature, she set one foot up on the edge of the tub to spread her creamy thighs wide. Her fingers trembled as she pried apart her pussy-lips. She let the washcloth fall into the tub and arched her back in a beautiful bow. Stretching her cunt open, she thrust her hot pussy under the needles of water.

"Oh!" she squealed.

Her deep fuck-urge went crazy in her belly. Her pussy-channel contracted and worked like a hungry mouth. Her cunt erected and quivered under the impact of the spray. And she came like crazy.

"Oh – ohh – ohhhhh," she whimpered, humping her hot ass and wiggling her pussy frantically beneath the water. She did it as long as she could stand it, which wasn't long. Then she was finished trying to fool herself. She faced the truth – she was one hot fucking bitch, hungry for more prick!

She knew what she needed now – something hard and thick up her cunt. Something that at least left like a prick. Gasping for breath, she drilled a slim finger into her spasming cunthole.

Ohhh! She cried again, shivering from head to toe. She thrust her body forward and let the powerful jets of water stab her tits and clit as her horney finger ram-rodded her fuck hole.

Sandra quivered helplessly as her mind filled with lewd thoughts of the men's huge cocks and how lustily they had her. The memory made her pussy cream like crazy again and she shuddered, moaning loudly and humping her hips furiously.

Her head fell back and her eyes closed. Her tongue lashed at her lips as she dreamed of sucking a huge prick. She kept swallowing and gasping as if she were drinking cum, and her long finger fucked relentlessly in and out of her cunt.

She didn't notice that the water was cooling. She was burning with lust now. Her juicy cunt was steaming. The currents of joy in her belly and tits grew stronger as she came and came and came. She got caught up whirlpool of cummy pleasure as she finger-fucked her pussy and licked her tongue round and round an imaginary cock.

"Ohhh, God," she panted, humping her fucking finger. "Is this how Sharon feels? My baby."

If Sandra only knew! At that very moment, her sweet little girl was cumming more violently than she was!

Sharon was still on her bed, but now she as on all fours with. Her sweaty forehead buried in a pillow. Her knees were wide apart and she had two fingers stuffed up her juicy cunt-hole. Panting and moaning, she fucked her hot fingers in and out of her squishy cunt-hole and kept cumming happily.

"Ohhh, mama!" Sharon rasped hotly as her fingers mauled her stiff, throbbing clit and drilled up into her squirmy pussy.

The older generation tends to look at the past. The younger generation looks to the future. And so it was with Sharon and her mother. While Sandra stood trembling and cumming in the shower, thinking back on Clint's and Jim's beautiful cocks in her body, pretty Sharon was already thinking about tomorrows. Her young mind filled with thoughts of the man next door, Mr. Barrett.

She fucked three fingers up into her squirming fuck-hole and imagined he handsome man next door eating her pussy, fucking her mouth, fucking her cunt, and fucking her asshole.

Dan Barrett was newly divorced and living alone. He was such a sexy man! Everybody called him a fox! And he was. But there was something else about him, tap. Only Sharon knew that the handsome man was very lewd and dirty. He always stared at her pretty tits when she was around. He often looked at her as if he wanted to eat her up!

That had frightened her many time. But not now. Not after her night with Clint and Jim. Not after learning what her pussy really wanted out of life.

"Ohhh, Mr. Barrett," she cried screwing her ass in the air as her pussy sucked on her fingers. "Ummmm, am I gonna suck yaw big cock! God, it must be enormous! Ohhh, you handsome devil, I'll eat you up."

It dawned on her then that she wanted to do to the man what she had accused him of wanting to do to her. She burst into erotic laughter and came wetly on her plunging fingers. As she dreamed about the man's giant prick forcing its way up into her little cunt, she came even harder. She squealed as her fingers probed deeply into her pussy. Floods of passion, lust and creamy came washed through her body – as she moaned and shivered and shook on the bed.

Wave after wave of cummy pleasure flowed through her as she imagined getting fucked by the good-looking stud next door. Sharon felt like the cummy joys were never going to stop now that those men had gotten her started. And Sharon didn't want them to stop. Ever!

She wanted the mind-boggling, streaking, electric shocks of pleasure in her tits and cunt and ass. Nothing else was important now.

With a final shudder of delight, she collapsed breathlessly on the bed, her cute title ass writhing. That's the way her mother found her when she entered the room.

Sandra pulled her robe tight around her voluptuous, body when her little girl twisted around to look at her.

"Sharon, I have to talk to you," Sandra said.

Sharon said nothing. She rolled onto her back and waited for her mother to speak. She didn't want to talk out of turn and tell her mother what she was thinking about sex.

"Darling," Sandra said, perching her ass on the edge of the bed. "I've been thinking. About what you said. About us being friends. Uhhh, maybe your father shouldn't know anything about what happened here tonight. Maybe no one should; I mean… well – oh, damn it! I guess I'm saying I liked it as much as you did."

She lay down beside her daughter and took her in her arms. "Let's have a long talk now, I want to know what you've been up to. I think things are going to be very different around here from now on."