Angela struggled against her restrains. A sinister mist swirled about the room, making it difficult for her to focus on any one specific object. Her arms were secured to chains disappearing off into the fog; while her ankles were held painfully apart by unseen shackles.
Pain shot through her arse as a pair of talon like hands dug fiercely into her breasts; poking and prodding her supple flesh, dragging on her painfully erect nipples. Angela’s groaned; dropping her gaze to set upon a segregated head floating inches from her hips like a ghostly specter; an impossibly long tongue snaked in and out of her pussy with such violence and brutality, that Angela thought she was being torn in two. An entity behind her was ploughing her anal depths with the same ferocity; with every inward stroke of its cruel phallus, her hips were driven onto that merciless tongue.
The floating head started rising to the wailing cries of a banshee; the face contorted and warped in a fluid vortex, it’s tongue shot out, snaking it’s way to Angela’s mouth just as the face solidified; “AMANDA NOOOOOOOOOO!” The blessed fog cascaded in on her.
Angela’s eyes started to focus; feeling sweat soaking her pillow. A black ceiling with multiple pin points of light dotted here and there; off in one corner was a spiral galaxy. A black hole off to the left, with streaks of light that disappear into it’s center, as suns were sucked up by it’s gravitational pull; a sun with revolving planets took up nearly half of the available space. Angela realized she was lying on her daughter’s bed. She remembered back when Amanda had come to her about the idea of painting the mural on the ceiling, “You wait mum, it’ll be terrific!” The eleven year old had beamed, “just like sleeping outside under the star.”
Angela had been skeptical at first, but as Amanda explained what she had in mind; her resolve weakened and finally after weeks of hounding and goading from her daughter, she acquiesced. Now staring up into the cosmos she had to agree that her daughter was indeed right, it gave one a sense of wonder and serenity. The mural was a testament to her Mandy’s artistic vision and flare.
“How do you feel this morning Mrs. T?” Startled out of her thoughts, Angela looked across to the door and Sam’s smiling face.
She groaned, “Like I’ve been ridden hard and put away wet.” and croaked as she tried in vain to wipe away some stray hairs impeding her vision.
Samantha walked across to the bed carrying a bowl, cloth and towel, setting them down on the bedside table.
“Amanda still worried I’ll run off and call the police?” She quipped, testing her restraints.
Sam smiled, shaking her head. Angela noticed her hair was down; she had always seen it in a ponytail; the effect was almost angelic as it sat in waves across her shoulders. “No! If you notice, you can actually wriggle your hand out of the ties; I really don’t think you’ll be running anywhere for awhile. Amanda did it for your own protection; she didn’t want you inadvertently touching yourself and creating more discomfort.” Sam ventured as she nodded to Angela’s battered groin.
That brought the pain in her nether region to Angela’s attention and she groaned; looking down to see her legs spread by ropes tied to the bed corners. “She certainly did a number my poor pussy. Is she still angry with me?” she winced in pain.
Sam gave her a sad smile, “No! I don’t think she was really that angry with you in the first place; her hostility was motivated by hurt and confusion. She actually feels sorry for treating you the way she did, but that’s all over now.”
Sam noticed Angela looking at the door, “If you’re wondering? Mandy’s out running errands; she’ll be back soon. She was hoping that you’d wake up before she left.”
Sam helped Angela out of her restraints and dipped the cloth into the water; then draped it over Angela’s left breast. Angela drew in a deep breath, “Ohhhh My God! That’s cold,” she gasped. Sam giggled, “I bet it feels good though, it reduces the swelling and minimizes bruising, so stop whining like a dog.” Sam giggled at her obvious play on words and continued to pat the cloth around Angela’s breast, feeling the heat as it warmed the moistened rag.
Angela looked down to see her nipples standing erect like two dark red cherries; atop two crazy Neapolitan mounds; red, black and yellow stripes laced off in all directions. “I thought I’d lost them puppies last night.” She hissed as Sam drew the cloth off her to re-wet it.
Sam smiled, “I know! It feels like they were being torn off your chest; doesn’t it?”
Angela nodded glumly and gasped again as Sam reapplied the cloth to her other breast, gently patting the cloth around the nipple. “I’m a dog, I’m a dog and that’s still fucking cold,” she whined, and then laughed. Sam rolled her eyes, “They’re actually not that bad, unlike something else I could mention,” nodding her head again in the direction of Angela’s pussy.
Angela groaned as her attention was again brought back to the main stay of her discomfort. “You know when we were outside yesterday and you showed me your bruises.” Sam nodded, and Angela continued, “Well I did wonder how bad you felt; and let me tell you now that I have stopped wondering.” She chuckled, “I am sorry for the trauma you went through with your mother.” Sam smiled again “There’s no need for apologies Mrs. T; not now. As I said before; we all had our dues to pay, and you have paid your in full, so let’s hear no more about it.” She said, dipping the cloth into the ice water, “Now this may hurt a little, so instead of laying the cloth on; I’ll just dribble some onto your pussy.” After putting a towel between her legs to catch any run off, she held her hand as a cup, and brought the sodden cloth over the battered, swollen mound and squeezed. Angela’s eyes shot open wide, and gasped, “Geeeezes H Chriiiiisssssttt!” Her bruised groin muscles clenched at the shock; with pain shooting up through her stomach. After the initial shock, she did find it rather good at dissipating some of the surface pain; but then found a different problem confronting her.
“Ohhhh No, Please Sam! Please stop… stop…. Aggghhhh No… It’s making me want to pee.” Angela shuddered, as clenched her abdominal muscles and fought the urge to let loose her bladder. This only brought renewed the pain to her groin. Sam stopped immediately and giggled nervously. “Whoops! Sorry; didn’t think of that.” She bantered.
Angela groaned, “Now I really have to go; can you help me outside?” she whined as she tried to get herself off the bed.
Sam laid her hand on her shoulder, “You’re not even going to make it to the bathroom let alone out the backyard in you’re condition. I’ll see what I can come up with to help.” Sam put the cloth back in the bowl and headed for the door.
Pausing for a second she pointed a commanding finger at Angela, “Now I want you be a good little pooch and STAY!”
Angela’s eyes betrayed the surprise, and humiliation she felt. She had once again forgotten her standing in the family with Sam’s tender administration. Her pussy tingled and moistened at being put back in her place with one little gesture. “I’m learning to be a good little bitch.” She nodded with big puppy dog eyes, “and I promise I won’t move an inch.” She chuckled.
Samantha giggled as she left the room. Angela wondered what Sam had in mind; she knew it was probably going to be embarrassing and humiliating, and her face redden at the prospect.
Samantha came back in with another bowl and towel. The lip on this bowl was much lower than the one with the ice water; being almost a pan. “I don’t know how this is going to work if at all; I had a proper bed pan at the women’s refuge. We’ll just have to improvise.” She giggled. Putting the bowl and towel between Angela’s legs; she slid her hand though under the small of Angela’s back, lifting her bottom off the bed and inserting a pillow under her hips. Much to Angela’s embarrassment she positioned the towel under her arse with the pan on top.
Sam was starting to get aroused as she tended to Angela, “Your pussy lips are swollen shut, and I’m sure if I don’t open you up a tad, then your pee will just run down inside your slit through your bum crack and miss the bowl completely.” She said with a thoughtful look on her face.
Angela hid her flustered face behind trembling hands and groaned in humiliation. “Just do what you have too, but hurry; I don’t know how long I can hold it.”
“Forgive me for being so forward but…” Angela burst out laughing and almost peed herself there and then. “What’s so funny?” Sam frowned with annoyance; her attempt at being considerate was clearly not appreciated.
Angela apologized, “I’m sorry for laughing, but it seemed so damn funny, after all the things that have happened to me… even last night I wasn’t so far out of it, that I didn’t feel you slide your finger into my pussy and tweak my clit; and now you’re apologizing for helping me in a time of need.” Angela laughed as she hid her face, wiping jovial tears from her eyes.
Now it was time for Sam to blush with embarrassment; her face turning a brighter shade of pink. “You knew?” Sam asked with some small trepidation. “I was really only doing it to help you get through the trauma; I wasn’t trying to rape you or anything,” She blurted out, way too fast. Angela smiled and then giggled, “Relax Sammy! I’m not upset about it. You achieved the desired effect; it felt good and made the pain more bearable. What I’m more concerned about right now is not peeing the bed.” She winced again in discomfort.
Samantha giggled and the attempt to part Angela’s pussy lips was met with an agonizing groan. “Ohhhh dear! I see your pussy slime has dried and glued your lips together; tut tut, this could get messy.”
Angela’s face reddened further, “I feel like a harlot the morning after.” She bantered.
Sam smiled mischievously, “Do you actually know what a harlot feels like the morning after?”
“Ha! Ha! Very fucking funny!” Angela jeered.
Sam grinned, and then a little more seriously, “I’m going to have to bite the bullet here Mrs. T!” And much to Angela’s surprise and embarrassment; Sam lowered her head between her legs, running her tongue along the puffy, bruised and battered slit to moisten, part and help lubricate. Angela groaned, even the light touch felt like she was using coarse grade sand paper to pry her lips apart.
Sam worked her saliva and then Angela ever increasing pussy juices to unglue her lips, parting them without too much more discomfort. She wanted to continue her excavation of Angela’s pussy but remembered why she was down here, “Ok! You’re good to go.” Sam slowly pried her pussy lips apart with the fingers of her left hand to reveal Angela’s urethra, bringing the pan closer. Angela’s embarrassment prevented her from starting straight away, “I never thought peeing would be this hard!” she sighed; looking up at the cosmos trying desperately to relax.
Sam sat transfixed by the sight in front of her; her clit throbbed, sending sparks of pleasure through her pussy at the thought of watching someone pee. This was another one of her little secret fantasies; with her breath quickening, she realized it was going to happen; her right hand delved into her own crotch and pressed hard against her clit.
Angela moaned as she felt herself relax and the flow to start. The first dribbles never made it to the pan but ran down her butt crack; Sam tried to pushed the pan harder into Angela’s bottom to stop the flow from getting to the towel beneath her, but this unnerved Angela and made her clench; squirting pee right out across the pan and hitting Sam at waist height, wetting her skirt. With the shock Angela was unable to stem the flow; so to stop it from over shooting the pan, Sam put her hand up to divert it into the bowl.
Through a sexually induced trance, Sam heard Angela apologize profusely, “I’m so sorry Sammy! I can’t stop… sorry,” she groaned. Samantha was spellbound at the sight and feel of Angela’s warm pee running over the palm of her hand, and through the haze she managed to say, “It’s ok Mrs. T! I don’t mind… really…just keep going.” Angela felt wave after waves of embarrassment as she heard the splashing of urine into the bowl; finally to her relief the flow started to die down and had almost come to a stop.
Sam put her finger at the bottom of Angela’s urethra and let the pee run down her finger and dripped off her knuckle into the bowl until it stopped completely. Samantha was so engrossed, she wasn’t thinking. Taking the bowl away she dove between Angela’s legs, sliding her tongue up through her slit with one big long slurp. Angela gasped at this second surprise attack, but quickly found herself getting aroused by the perverted act; her pussy gushed at the tender swipes of Samantha’s tongue being used as toilet paper, and it wasn’t long before her body shook to an earth shattering orgasm. Pain of the contraction on her bruised pussy, mixed with the pleasure of orgasm made for one memorable climax.
Sam was brought back by Angela’s cries of ecstasy, “Ohhhh My Goddddddd!” Sam looked up between Angela’s legs to see her eyes fluttering before rolling back in their sockets. Smiling, she lifted her head and waited for Angela to regain her composure, “You liked that? She chuckled. Angela took a moment, “That was the most perverted act I have ever experienced.”
Sam raised her eyebrow, “Ohhhh really! So what do you call dog fucking?”
Angela smiled, “Ok! ONE of the most perverted,” She corrected herself, “What on earth made you do it?”
Sam shrugged her shoulders, “It’s been a little fantasy of mine; something I have been cultivating in my head for awhile. Rebelling against my mother I suppose; knowing she would absolutely freak if she found out. I used to fantasize about getting a flogging for just thinking about it, and just now seemed like the perfect time to act on it. I hope it hasn’t grossed you out too much.”
Angela smiled with a hot flush of humiliation creeping over her face, “I fuck a dog and let him blow his load in my mouth. What do you think?” They both burst out laughing.
Samantha picked up the bowl and towel, “I’ll get rid of this; clean up and change my skirt. You stay there and relax.” Sam walked out of the room, leaving Angela to think back on everything. Angela was still worried about her next meeting with Amanda; she couldn’t make herself believe that her daughter would accept her for what she was, and now there was also one other little worry she had.
Angela’s was brought back from her thoughts as Sam walked back into the bedroom. “I’ll finish your sponge bath and then get you something to eat.” Angela chewed her bottom lip, “I really don’t think we should tell Amanda about what just happened.” She said while giving Sam an apprehensive glance.
Sam busied herself washing Angela, making sure to steer clear of the tender spots for now, “I’m afraid I can’t do that Mrs. T; see Mandy and I have an agreement. She and I had a very, very long talk last night. About all sorts of things; there weren’t too many subjects we didn’t cover. We believe that there are two main requirements for a successful relationship. One is honesty, the other is trust, and without one you can’t have the other.”
“Aren’t you afraid that she won’t understand?” Angela was almost whispering.
Samantha giggled, “Two days ago I would have agreed with you, but not now!” Sam continued the sponge bath. Angela winced a couple of times when Sam got too close to particularly sore areas, but she still wasn’t convinced that telling Mandy was prudent.
“I’m not worried for myself; Hell! I know exactly what Amanda thinks of me; I’m the lowlife dog fucking whore, something like that would fit right into her perception of me. It’s you I’m worried about; I don’t want her thinking you’re …” Angela realized all too late she had started that last statement completely the wrong way and couldn’t continue without offending Sam.
Sam raised an eyebrow waiting for her to finish the sentence, “Disgusting like you?”
Angela gasped in dismay, “Nooooo! No; that’s not what I meant. It’s just that what happened was perverted and…” Sam chimed in, “Ohhhh so now I’m a pervert? Or is that disgustingly perverted?” Angela threw her head back on the pillow in anguish, not seeing Sammy’s sly grin, “No! No! No! You’re not perverted. It’s me that’s a disgusting and perverted whore, and I’m corrupting you; I don’t want that to happen. Please if you love Mandy and cherish your relationship with her, you have to put me back outside where I belong.” Angela had covered her face, unable to look at Samantha.
Sam thought seriously with concern, “I don’t understand Mrs. T’s reaction; she’s missing the humour, the most she should have done was give me a quizzical stare? Something is very wrong. Her! Corrupt me? Not likely!” Sam’s psychology training was again kicking into gear, “I have to find out what is upsetting her so much.”
Sam lent forward and cupped the side of Angela’s face with her hand, “You’re not corrupting anyone Mrs. T; certainly not me! My mother has already had that privilege; she turned me, her own daughter into a pain slut. I was joking, and I’m sorry you took it the wrong way; I’ll be more careful with my weird sense of humour in future.”
Angela looked stunned, “Pain Slut!” Sam nodded, “It’s a long story, and when we have a couple of days free, I’ll give you all the gory details. But for now how about we cut this down the middle? We both know we aren’t exactly normal by society’s standards, but I’m also sure that there are way more perverted people in this fucked up world than us. So how about we call it quits and say we’re just on the south side of kinky.” She giggled.
Angela sniffed then bantered, “How far south does kinky go?
“Ever thought of fucking penguins?” Amanda cheerfully intoned; the thought of her mother sitting her sloppy wet pussy down on some poor stunned penguin almost made her laugh.
Both women looked up in surprise; Samantha leapt off the bed and covered the ten or so feet to Mandy in a blurring flash, “Loverrrrrr!” Wrapping her arms around Mandy’s neck; then snaking her tongue down her lover’s throat, almost knocking them both to the floor.
“Wooow there my darlin! Anyone would think you haven’t seen me in months,” she chirped, while righting both of them.
Samantha giggled, “I just love you so much that every second away from you is like an eternity.” They kissed again while Angela looked on with a small amount of jealousy; something she now desperately tried to squash.
“How long have you been standing there?” Angela hesitantly asked.
Amanda managed to disengage her mouth with Sam to reply, “Long enough to know that this house is becoming slut central.” Sam tried to attack Mandy a second time; narrowly missing the mark as Amanda averted her head. “Ohhhh and Mum! I’m sorry for last night; I went a little over board.” She cringed even as she said it, “Although little isn’t exactly the right word.”
Angela felt the tears sliding down her cheeks as the girls went back to exchanging kisses and caresses. Amanda noticed her mother sobbing and stopped Sam from continuing. “I’m sorry mum; we shouldn’t be doing this in front of you.”
Angela shook her head, “No! It’s ok; really; I don’t mind.”
“Then why the tears?” Both girls were standing there with quizzical expressions.
Angela burst out crying and trying to laugh at the same time, “Because I’m so happy.”
“Happy?” They looked at each other; now the girls were mystifies.
Angela continued to laugh and cry at the same time, wiping uselessly at the rivers of tears running down her face, “It’s been so long since you’ve called me mum; I thought I’d never hear it again.”
Amanda frowned, “I call you mother, or mum all the time! Admittedly I’ve used less flattering terms lately, but you deserved them.”
Angela finally stemmed the flow, “No darling, you used to call me mummy, or mum, rarely mother and only when you were displeased with me. For awhile now you’ve only been using mother; something I’ve found very distasteful. Then the mother got to being down right sarcastic when you found out about Donnie, that’s when the other abusive terms started.”
Amanda blushed a little, “I’m sorry mum; I didn’t realize I was so disrespectful even before I found out about Donnie and you.” Angela smiled, “Don’t apologize darling, you had every right to talk to me the way you did; I was totally out of order with the way I treated you and Sam, I am the low life dog fucking whore like you said.” Angela lowered her head, and blushed more at the pussy slime she could feel oozing from her swollen slit, feeling it trickle down her butt crack, than the actual act of describing herself.
Amanda smiled and reached out, taking her mother’s chin in her hand and placing a kiss on her forehead, “That’s all in the past; You only fear and dislike the things that you don’t understand, and with Samantha’s help,” Mandy winked at her Sam, “I no longer dislike or fear you.”
“I hope that doesn’t stop your verbal abuse and treating me like a dog bitch in the future?” Angela meekly smiled. Amanda laughed, “You can count on it mum! Just because I love you and think the world of you; won’t change the fact that you like being fucked by dogs and sucking their cum filled cocks; that your pussy gushes with cunt slime every time your humiliated and denigrated.” Angela moaned, “Ohhhh god Mandy! You keep that up and I’ll be a quivering lump of orgasmic jelly; sleeping in a puddle of pussy slime tonight.”
Sam giggled, “This is what I have been waiting for; I love you both; Mandy! My cherished lover, and you Mrs. T, as a loving mother I so desperately wanted, but sadly missed out on,” Sam sat on the side of the bed and held Angela’s hand, “Would it be ok if I called you mum as well?” Angela softly ran the back of her hand up the side of Sam’s face as her arousal strengthened, “I know as a dog fucking slut whore I shouldn’t be worthy of such a privilege.” Amanda brought her hand to her mouth to break into the conversation, “Cough, cough, Ahhhh, You’re deliberately getting yourself horny again mum.” Angela blushed, “I know, I can’t help it, my mind seems to be permanently wallowing in the gutter lately. I get so wet when I’m… Ohhhh, never mind!” Both girls laughed, which added more to Angela’s embarrassment and arousal.
Angela kissed Sam’s hand, “It would give me great pleasure for you to call me mum.” Sam smiled, “Then mum it is!” She lent forward and kissed Angela on the lips a little more passionately than Angela expected. Mandy moved in to share the moment, being slightly taken by the sight of the two people she loved most, kissing so passionately; but was a little put off when Angela froze; reluctant to lock lips with her daughter as she had with Samantha.
Angela saw the hurt on her daughters face, “I can’t Mandy, you’re my baby girl; it’s not right to be …” she let it trail off. Amanda shook her head, saddened; and turned toward the door “No mum! I know when I’m in the way.” Sam held up her hand, “Hang back there Mandy, don’t you dare walk out that door,” Sam moved to block Mandy exit; she could see tears welling up in her eyes.
“There is no way I’m going to be a carrier pigeon and go between for the two of you ever again. Once is certainly enough in anyone’s life time.” Sam looked over to Angela; the anguish was obvious in her face. “What on earth is wrong with you Mrs. T…I mean mum? You’re ok with me but as soon as poor Mandy wants to show you her affection, you cut her off; reject her. How do you think it makes her feel?”
Angela covered her face and whined, “I can’t… I just can’t… I’ve fought far too long and I just can’t trust myself.” Sam managed to turn Mandy around and stop her leaving, while Angela descended into a fit of sobbing. Sam sat back on the bed, “What evil demons have you been battling?” Angela refused to open up. “Remember what I said before about honesty and trust; your relationship with Amanda and I is no different. You have to trust us.”
Angela again shook her head; flustered by the questioning, “Please No! Don’t make me do this. I’m not a pedophi…” Angela instantly knew she had said too much, and looked away from the girls, feeling disgusted with herself like never before.
Amanda looked at Sam with confusion, who could only shrug her shoulders, “What on earth are you talking about?” Amanda prodded, but Angela didn’t answer. Sam’s mind was racing; she felt, oh so close to an answer. “Mum! What happened two years ago?” Amanda stepped back and let the budding psychologist take control of the conversation, “Something happened that traumatized you back then, what was it?” Sam kept the pressure up.
“NOOooooooo!” Angela felt trapped; a claustrophobic panic setting in; she tried beating Sam with her clenched fists without success. Samantha caught her wrists and subdued her. Angela broke down sobbing, her tears soaking her chest; her nose running freely with snot.
“You think you have pedophilic tendencies?” Angela shook her head, wiping her nose and sniffling, not wanting to answer, but Sam continued. “Mum look at me!” then in a tone that even surprised even her, “Have you been molesting children?” Amanda shot Sam an surprised glare.
Angela looked up with agony in her eyes, “Nooooo, I’ve been fighting it ever since he left,” she nervously look at Amanda from the corner of her eye, knowing again she had said too much, “Fuck you Sam, why can’t you just leave it be? Just go away and leave me alone.”
“You really think that’s going to solve the problem; sweep it under the carpet and forget it. You’ve been trying to do that for two years now and where has it go you? A pathetic miserable wretch; loathing everything about herself! None of us are going anywhere until you open up and tell us everything.”
Amanda sat on the other side of the bed, giving her mother no room to evade either of them. “What did dad say to you when he left?” She put her hand on her mother shoulder and felt her tense up. Angela looked at her daughter though blood shot eyes, “You really don’t want to know.”
“Of course we want to know; we can’t help until we understand what’s troubling you. Did dad say something about pedophilia when he left?” Angela shook her head, “You won’t like what I have to say.” Angela slumped, resigning herself to the inevitable, she stopped to gather strength enough to confide something that until now she had wrestled with alone.
“Your father corrupted me! He’s the pedophile!” She watched the reaction on her daughter’s face.
Amanda was stunned, her mouth gaped open, “Is that why he left?” Sam was trying to get the facts, “NO! I actually threw him out.” Angela stated flatly. “Are you sure?” Amanda had trouble comprehending; she had never had any sort of a problem like this with her father.
Angela’s self pity was now turning to anger, “You don’t believe me! What happened to trust? I knew I shouldn’t have said anything!” Angela’s anger grew with every silent second that passed, “You want proof Amanda? You really want proof of what I’m saying is true? Fuck you too Mandy!” Angela had all she could take.
“Then go down to the basement and get my glory chest,” turning to Sam she hissed, “and you little miss dr. nosey can go to MY vanity table in the master bedroom; pull out the third jewelry draw on the right, you’ll find a key taped under it. Bring it here!” The girls sat there not moving, just looking at each other. “You wanted to know; so FUCKING MOVE IT!” Both girls jumped into action without another word.
Angela felt a little satisfaction of once again being in control, “Corner the bitch, and she’s likely to bite.” She mused. Her anger subsided while waiting for the girls to return, and she felt slightly sorry for snapping at them, but they had brought it on themselves; sticking their noses into something that she’d tried in vain to protect them from.
came back first with the key; she held it out to Angela but was ignored, so she
just stood there waiting in silence for Amanda to return. Amanda came back holding a small carved
wooden chest not much bigger than a shoe box in size; it was the smallest one
of four Angela had bought while holidaying in
“Put it down!” Pointing to the end of the bed, she turned her attention to Sam, “Give Amanda the key!” Without looking at either of the girls, she continued, “but before you open it I want to warn you both that what you’re going to find in there isn’t pleasant; there are Polaroid photos of children; some as young as six or seven, some with your father, but most without; letters and hard copies of emails sent and received by him, and lastly there’s a hard drive from his computer. If you so desire, you can hook it up to the remote drive port on ours and find out what web sites he was surfing, even the chat room he frequented.”
Amanda hesitated before turning the key, “I don’t doubt you mum.” Angela held up her hand in resignation, “Don’t apologize Amanda, I know I’ve lied to you in the past; I’ve destroyed my credibility in that sense, please just open the chest and see for yourself.”
Amanda opened the chest and gasped; without removing anything she could see that her mother was right. Picking up the hard drive, she turned it over, inspecting it; as if by just that very act, she could see what was on it.
“That is the most disturbing part of all this,” Angela nodded to the drive. “If you want to look at it you’ll need the password.”
Sam shuddered; not really wanting to voice the obvious question, “Do you know the password?” She asked hesitantly.
Angela looked deeply into her daughter’s eyes with tears forming in her own, “amandalynne…one word!” Sam’s breath caught in her throat, and Amanda dropped the drive as if it had suddenly burst into flames.
Amanda started crying, looking to her mother. “He never touched me! I know he didn’t; I’m almost sure; I’d know; wouldn’t I?” Angela wiped at her tears, “I’m fairly certain he didn’t either; I did ask him and he said he hadn’t. Not that you can believe someone living a lie like that.”
Samantha drew in a steadying breath, “Ohhhh boy! I’m sorry I asked.”
“Tell me about it!” Angela sarcastically quipped.
Amanda swiped the chest off the bed in anger kicking it across the room and scattering the contents, “I’m going to be sick!” she chocked; holding her hand over her mouth. “Why do I feel violated? That’s my own father with those children!” She continued while pointing an accusing finger at the photos strewn across the floor.
Angela felt her revulsion. One she herself had felt over two years ago; one she still felt today, “I know what you’re feeling Amanda, but it’s not your fault; if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine. He maybe your father, but that’s something you had no control over. I have to take the responsibility; he was my husband; I married him, I trusted him and I alone shared his bed.” Waves of guilt and nausea swept over her, “My whole marriage to that filthy bastard was a sham; designed to give him the cover of respectability, so he could continue his perverted hobby.” Angela lay back on the bed and covered her eyes, crying openly.
Both girls sat either side of Angela trying to comfort her. “It’s not your fault either mum,” Amanda consoled, still sniffing back her tears “You weren’t to know anymore than I.”
Angela felt some comfort in the caresses and sympathy. She had gone through the same feelings of inadequacies and guilt before, blaming herself for what had happened; blaming herself for not seeing the warning signs. This time she had the girls to talk to and it didn’t feel so bad.
Sam sat staring at the piles of photos. After the initial shook had worn off, her mind was once again analyzing data, “There’s something I don’t understand! Didn’t you say you were the pedophile?”
Angela nodded sadly, “I’ve been infected by his insidious perversion.” Amanda refused to believe her, “You’re being ridicules mum! You’re no more a pedophile than Sam or I!”
Sam held her hand up to quiet Mandy, “Mum! Have you been looking at those photos? Is that why you kept them?”
Amanda was shocked and utterly disgusted, “SAM!”
Angela squeezed her daughter’s hand, “It ok darling, Samantha is only trying to understand; I don’t think she means any harm.” Angela turned to Sam, “No! They make me sick just knowing they’re here in the house; I kept them for the blackmail value they presented against Kevin; to keep him away.”
Sammy nodded, “Then I don’t see how you come to think you’re the pedophilia?”
Angela shook her head, “I don’t want to talk about it; please just leave it be, put me back out in the kennel with Donnie and forget this ever happened.” Angela was shaking with fear. Amanda picked up the washer from the bowl and wiped her mother’s face, while Sam stood watching her. I don’t believe you mum! I think your using this for your own perversion; you get off on humiliation and degradation; you get horny thinking of yourself as a lowlife slut.”
Angela chewed her bottom lips, “It’s not true, and you have no idea what I’ve done or gone through because of that bastard.”
Sam eyed Angela skeptically, “You did Donnie!”
Angela got defensive, “Fucking leave Donnie out of this, and sure he was one! But what you want to know will test Mandy’s love for me to the limits and I can’t handle her turning away from me again. You’re also right! For some perverted season that I don’t understand; I get sexually excited by being humiliated, I like being thought of as a trampy lowlife; but I also desperately need to know I’m loved as well. So please; either drop it or don’t judge me when I’m finished.”
“From the beginning then; we promise no judgments.” Amanda prodded; wondering where Sam was taking this.
“How’d you find out about … Kevin?” Sam decided they need a starting place; she also didn’t want the associate him with Amanda or Angela, much better to have him out in the cold on his own.
Angela took a deep breath, “Remember! You promised.” She nervously fidgeted picking at her fingernails, “I had asked you’re…I mean Kevin …to clean out the basement; nagged him almost for months, but he kept putting it off. So when he was gone for two weeks on one of his cross country promotional tours; like most wives, I went down to do it myself. In retrospect he was so damn fucking stupid for not getting in and doing it himself.”
“I came across an old battered briefcase of his; I was about to throw it out, but thought that knowing Kevin, he may have some important documents stored in it and if I threw it out then there would be hell to pay.”
“It was locked and I didn’t have the key, but I got a screwdriver and forced it open, it didn’t take much; and there they were,” Angela pointed to the pile of photos still scattered on the floor. It didn’t take a genius to know what all the photos were about; I don’t know how long I sat there staring at them, minutes, hours; in the end I just left the case right where it was and went up stairs. My mind was in turmoil; I tried to do some house work to take my mind off the briefcase, but all I ended up doing was sitting on the kitchen floor crying.”
Amanda hugged her mother for comfort, “Then Mandy came home and the enormity of the situation hit me like a brick; I panicked, wondering if he had touched her… done anything to my baby. I went back down to the basement locking the door behind me.”
“I remember that day,” Amanda interjected, “you had just disappeared. I came down after doing my home work and couldn’t find you anywhere; I didn’t see you again until the next morning, and even then you were distant, I got worried something had happened to you. I even thought about ringing the police and hospitals that night.”
“I know, and I’m sorry for worrying you, but I had a lot on my plate. I had to read all the correspondence, to find out if that bastard had touched you. I wasn’t lost anymore, I was furious almost insane with rage. I read everything ten times over, looked through every photo trying to see if you were in them; I threw up all over myself more times than I care to remember, but I kept going.”
I couldn’t find anything, but that’s when I realized that some of what I was reading was downloaded off the net, and I felt sick again. Now I’d have to break into his computer; something I had little knowledge of. I had queried him once before about the password protection, he just idly palmed it off as something the firm required for security.”
“It took me days to gain entry, I tried everything I could think of; birthdates, pet names we had for one another, tax file numbers, anniversary’s dates, even my mother’s maiden name, if you can think of it, I tried it. I was ready to throw the whole thing out the window when I saw in the corner of his doodle pad (Mandy), I felt sick again. I tried Mandy, then Amanda, the pet name he had for you Princess, even your initials ALT; I finally cracked it with amandalynne.”
“There was nothing to do with work on it at all, the whole thing was infestered with pedophilic garbage, but to my relief it also came up negative for Amanda. If you can be thankful in this situation; then I was for small mercies. From that day on I started to watch you like a hawk; looking for signs that might…” Angela shuddered as she remembered what those days and weeks were like.
“Wow! That was close then.” Amanda nervously joked trying to lighten her mother’s mood.
Angela frowned at the statement; Sam smiled, “What Mandy meant to say was; it wasn’t that long after Kevin left that she and I consummated our relationship. She came over to my place for a little consolation because of her father leaving; and well it just happened. It would have really destroyed your faith in human nature, catching us back then.”
Angela smiled and sighed, “I always knew you two had a special bond; it wasn’t until the other day that I saw just how special that bond was.”
“Did you confront him straight away?” Amanda inquired.
Angela shook her head, “I was cold as ever with him, I didn’t know what he’d do, I really thought I knew this man; and then I find I know nothing about him. I wasn’t sure if he’d get angry or violent; I was terrified, not just for me but you as well. I never slept with him again; not that, that gave him any clue to what I’d found. We were having marriage problems already anyway, and I quite often slept in the spare room. Instead I took to sleeping on the floor across Mandy’s door way; or propped up in a chair beside it, I was always up before the either of you. It was the only place I could atleast feel secure enough to fall into a light sleep.”
Amanda had tears running down her face, listening to her mother, “If that not a sign of my mother’s love; then what is?”
Angela patted her daughter arm, “I did that for another two weeks until I realized I couldn’t do it for ever, so the next weekend you were off at a soccer camp; something I was very happy about, and Kevin had another one of his weekend seminars; something else I was over the moon about. Although, I now wonder if all those trips were for work or not. I was alone in the house and came to my senses; I packed his stuff, put out it on the porch, and then rang the fucker to come and get it. I told him I had found all his pedophilic porno filth, and if he knew what was good for him he’d get his stuff and disappear; that I never wanted to see or hear from him, and he was never to contact MY daughter ever again either.”
Amanda remembered the day she came home to find her father gone without a word; it had shocked her and she felt betrayed by him. Now she understood why he had gone and was pleased that she didn’t have to confront him then, “Has he ever tried to contact you?”
“No! He’s not that stupid. I thought I’d sleep better after that, but I had nightmares. In my dreams, I kept seeing him leering at you and…” Angela took a deep breath and tried to continue, I was still watching you whenever you were around me. Still wondering if he had molested you?” Angela stated to cry again.
“I noticed how beautiful you had become,” Angela was now weeping almost uncontrollably, “I was so proud of you my darling, you are the sweetest most loving person, you would help me without quarrel; never gave me an ounce of worry. So what happened next made it all the more reprehensible…” The statement caught in her throat, and she burst out crying.
Sam patted Angela on the shoulder, “I think we all need a little break, I’ll go a make a cup of coffee for us all and we can take time to calm down.”
Amanda sat next to her mum with her arms around her, feeling her mother’s sobs slowly soften; she herself deep in thought. “Penny for your thoughts?” Angela finally prompted through sniffs. Amanda smiled, “Sorry mum, I was just thinking. You bought Donnie not long after he left, was that for … you know? Or?” Angela tidied herself up a little, and gave a sorrowful chuckle “The low life slut side of me likes to think I bought him for… you know.” She sniffed and giggled, “But it was actually …Or; I had security in mind when I got him; Kevin hates dogs, he’s deathly scared of them.”
Amanda laughed, “Well then! It’s very appropriate and fitting that you replaced him with Donnie as a lover.” Angela joined her daughter in laughing, “And I might add he’s a much better lover than that arsehole ever was.”
Sam returned to a room with a tad more gaiety, “Well this looks better already, coffee anyone?”
Amanda suddenly started to chuckle, “I just thought of something; you realize what this means!” Sammy handed over the cups and quipped, “No! But I’m sure you’ll tell us once you’ve stopped giggling.
Amanda tried in vain to stop, “That closet has just got to have another extension put on it.” She broke up again. Sam joined in as she saw Angela looking perplexed, “We have now got one more skeleton to jam in that damn cupboard.” Angela got the joke, “You sure it’s a closet and not a graveyard?” following the girls in their mirth, giggling along with them
After taking a few sips of her coffee Angela grew solemn once more, “Please forgive me for what I am going to say but as you said; I need to get this horrible burdened off my chest.” She took a couple of deep breaths, “With all the photos, literature, and watching you and then with him gone; I thought it was all over, but as I said; from that night on the nightmares started… Then one night I … I dreamt of Mandy, only it didn’t have anything to do with kevin; I… she…” Angela started sniffling again, “I dreamt that WE were in bed making love.” Angela broke down with heaving sobs, “I’m so, so sorry Amanda. I was dreaming of the very thing that, that bastard did with those….; I was betraying my baby girl.”
Amanda was stunned, but not hurt, “Ummmm, wow; yeah right!” Sam was less shocked by this revelation, “It’s not that uncommon for the mind to deal with stress in this way. You were so relieved that the danger to your daughter was over; your mind probably took the path of consoling and comforting Mandy, your baby girl, even your own sanity would crave consolation. The act is in itself physical, but it does convey love and affection along with it. Wrapping your arms around your daughter also conveys protection.” Sam thought awhile, “I really don’t think it was anything more than that.”
Angela shook her head, and taking a deep quivering breath, “Ohhhh No! It was way more than that. It doesn’t explain my obsession with Mandy from that day on. Every time I saw her, I got more aroused and more disgusted with myself. I’d see her in different stages of undress; sauntering around in knickers and bra, or in her T-shirt at bedtime that barely covered her sexy bottom and I’d get wet just imagining her ....”
Angela broke down, “I was disgusted with myself; I was becoming a pedophile just like him. I tried to fight it; I tried to keep away from you as much as possible. Hoping it would go away, but it never did. I had more dreams; my nights were filled with them to a point of waking up soaking wet from orgasms. I was terrified to go to sleep.”
Sam sat again deep in thought; not much was said by anyone for some minutes. “I want to do try something, if I may.” Both women looked at her, “What?” Amanda quipped.
“Trust me Mandy, I have an idea.” Amanda nodded as did Angela, so Sam continued, “Mandy! Will you stand at the end of the bed and get undressed.” Amanda nervously giggled in astonishment at Sam, “You want what?”
“You heard me! Please; I to clarify something.” Amanda shrugged her shoulders and felt a little embarrassed, but did it anyway.
Angela had second thoughts, “Nooooo! You can’t… she can’t…Please Sammy don’t do this” Sam ignored her as went over to the pile of photos and grabbed a handful, “Look at these! Imagine you’re with them; imagine you’re in a sexual situation with these children.”
Angela covered her eyes, “No! I can’t, they make me sick, they’re kids; they should be out playing hopscotch, or skipping rope, not…” Mandy watched her mother and Sam as she slowly stripped; finally standing very self-consciously with one arm across her breasts and one hand down in front. Sam took Angela’s hands away from her face, “Now look at your daughter. Mandy if you please?” Sam said as she waved her hands to indicate for her to drop her arms. “Mum look at her!” Angela looked up and saw her gorgeous daughter standing stark naked at the end of the bed; the sight aroused her; and she felt the familiar tingling through her clit.
“Noooo please don’t make me do this!” And she covered her eyes again. “What do you feel mum; is it the same as the photos? Or do you get turned on by the sight of her firm breasts, would you like to suckle them? How about her supple thighs, would you like to put your hand between her moist pussy lips? Drink in her nectar?”
Amanda was surprised that she herself was getting slightly turned on just thinking of her mother doing the very thing Sam was describing, Angela was in againturmoil, “Noooo, stop it, stop, stop, you’re being vulgar”
Sam grabbed Angela’s hands and made her look at Mandy again, “IS SHE DESIRABLE?”
Angela frustrations came flooding to the surface, and letting her demons control her passion, screaming out, “YEeeeessssss! Ohhhh god yes, yes, yes, I’ve wanted her ever since that first night; Ohhhh god heaven help me. I’m sorry Amanda my darling… I … I’m just so sorry…” Angela sagged into another trembling fit of sobbing. Sam nodded for Amanda to redress, which ended up taking a little more time than usual for Mandy to register what Sammy was saying; feeling a flush of arousal spread over her body.
“It’s as I thought!” Sam pondered, she lifted Angela’s chin, “And these?” showing Angela the photos again. Angela shook her head again, shocked and embarrassed at what she had just admitted too, but said nothing.
Amanda looked at Sammy with frustrated and questioning eyes, “Well! What has all this proved? Apart from mum wanting to get me down behind the tractor shed for a good tongue lashing, and not a stern motherly kind?”
Sam’s eyes sparkled like diamonds, a wicked smile crossing her face, “It proves; my naive but totally adorable lover, that mum here maybe a lot of things, but she certainly isn’t pedophilic.” Sam was chuckling by the time she finished.
She turned to look at Angela, “You aren’t a pedophile mum; what you are, is wickedly incestuous!”
Angela gave Sam a skeptical glance, “I don’t understand; it’s the same thing, and it’s still illegal. I just admitted I want to make love to my baby girl.”
Sam shook her head, “No mum! You’re wrong! Ok! I’ll give you that it’s illegal! Or that it’s not by societies standards, but it’s not pedophilia either, it’s incest. You gave birth to her; you suckled her and changed her nappies as a good mother does. You bathed her when she was a tike and bandaged her skinned knees. You cuddled her when she was frighten and applauded her when she showed promise. You nurtured her and gave her a life to be proud of. Not once did you have a sexual thought about your baby girl. But now that she’s a gorgeous, sensual and sexual adult; you find you want to bed her as well. That’s incest, not pedophilia!” Amanda blushed at Samantha’s glowing description of herself.
“Pedophiles don’t want fully matured men and women; they want boys and girls; children, naive and innocent. Maybe they can’t dominate adults, maybe they’re intimidated by adults; I don’t really for sure; maybe they’re like a little fish in a big pond; they want to be the big fish in a little pond. They want the control they don’t seem to be able to get in the adult world.” Sam unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, “Do these interest you mum? Do I look desirable?”
Angela was starting to see what Sam was getting at. She ran her eyes over her pert C cup breast and noticed Sam’s nipples standing to attention, and smiled weakly. “Yes Sam! They’re absolutely gorgeous, as are Amanda’s!”
Sam pulled Amanda’s blouse up to reveal her breasts, “You want to suckle on these?”
Angela screwed her face up in anguish, “Yes! You know I do, I just told you. But it’s wrong and against the law.”
“Reality Check here!” Sam said as she threw her arms up in the air, “So is getting fucked by Donnie, but you don’t seem to have a problem with that. Is it because Donnie won’t, or can’t judge you, that his loves is unconditional, is he just a dumb dog? Unlike your sentient daughter, who has the power to despise and hate you for your feelings! Please don’t go back to being a hypocrite. You have just had your slimy cunt beaten raw for that very thing.”
“Do you know why incest is against the law?” she said while standing with hands on hips.
Angela scowled at her, “Of coarse I do; it’s to stop three headed babies being born into the world!”
Sam rolled her eyes, “That’s a little exaggerated, don’t you think? Let me give you the textbook reason. For a society to function effectively it has to have the largest possible gene pool; incest limits the size of that pool; abnormalities creep into the race, both mental and physical.” Sam paced the floor a little annoyed, “So here’s another news flash! The last time I read my physiology textbook, it said nothing about women being able to impregnate each other. So unless there’s medical intervention, I see no possibility of you; or Mandy for that matter; ever having three headed babies to each other. There’s one more reason! Working on the mother/daughter incest; it also inhibits the so called normal heterosexual relationships developing and spreading the genes further; but in this case, and here’s the clincher; Mandy is already a lesbian, so that fucks that statement. ”
Amanda sat perplexed, watching this argument rage between her mother and Sam, feeling a little left out, “Nobody has even bothered asking me if I want to participate in this sexcapade.” Sam giggled, “Sorry darling; I got caught up in the legal and moral ramifications and totally forgot that it might all be a mute point if you didn’t want to join in.” Amanda huffed, and Angela fidgeted with a corner of her pillow, “I don’t want Mandy to feel she has to do anything she doesn’t want to do.”
Amanda smiled lovingly at both women, she strongly suspected that Sam was in favour of the union, “I really don’t care either way mum. If you want to … What did you call it when you caught Sam and I? ... Ahhhh Yes! Rug Munching! If you want to rug munch my pussy then it’s perfectly ok with me; a tongue’s a tongue as far as I’m concerned,” Amanda realized then that she wanted her mother to service her, but thought her mother needed a little encouragement to oil the cogs of capitulation, “but I have to tell you that hell will definitely freeze over before I get my tongue down between your slippery thighs and lick a dirty slimy dog cunt like yours after Donnie has been filling it with his cum!”
Angela eyes widened as she felt hot waves of humiliation sweep up through her body, eyes still brimming with tears. She would really have liked to feel her daughter’s tongue, but her earlier statement and Amanda’s rhetoric had basically put paid to her ever having that pleasure. Amanda kissed Sam, “I know my lover has already sampled your filthy dog box, and I don’t really have a problem with it; she’s one kinky bitch herself, and I love her dearly; in fact it’ll come in handy, I think I’ll use it as a reason for punishing her whenever I feel like it.”
Sam’s eyes lit up, “Really? Ohhhh wow, you mean it? You really mean it?” She giggled with excitement.
Sam also caught on to what Mandy was trying to do and turned her attention to Angela, “Ok you pathetic excuse for a cum bucket; what is it you want?” Angela was lost in humiliation once more; she could feel her cunt leaking vast amounts of slime. Amanda took her mother’s nipples between her fingers and squeezed, “Answer her, you putrid slut!” Angela squealed, “Nooo Mandy! That’s hurting!” She tried to pull her daughter’s hands away, only to have Mandy hold on even tighter and grossly stretch her already sore nipples away from her tits.
“It’s supposed to hurt you imbecilic fuckwit! Now answer the question or I dig my nails in as well.”
Angela cried, “I want to go back to my kennel and Donnie!”
“Nahhhh ! Wrong answer. Let me tell you what you really want! You want to be our cunt rag and a good obedient little rug muncher. Don’t you mum? You want us to cover your face in our pussy juice and laugh when you crawl back out to Donnie; sexually frustrated, and horny beyond belief; leaving a trail of your own cunt slime behind you to service him as well.” Amanda dug her finger nails in to emphasis her words.
Angela screamed as she was rudely dragged from her sexual fantasy, frantically nodding, “Yes, Yes, anything… I’ll do what ever you want; please let go Mandy, Please.” Angela was crying and Ohhhh so close to cumming that her head swam. Amanda released her and Angela immediately cupped her bruised and swelling nodules.
Trying to rub the pain away, “That wasn’t fair,” she complained though pouting lips, “Sam’s the one who likes pain; not me.”
Sam chimed in, “Your right it’s not fair; but you have to agree, it’s rather effective.” She giggled
Angela dropped her head, trying to summon the courage to admit her feelings, “I will do what ever you two want; not because you forced me, but because I love you both and it’s what I want. I need to serve both of you anyway I can, but you have to promise to let me stay outside with Donnie. I’m fucked if I know why; but I really do like being his bitch in heat; I want to be treated like the family pet, just like Donnie, I feel normal, I feel… right! I don’t want any responsibility, I’m tired of being in control, of having to making the right decisions; I also know this will come at a price, a big one! And one I’m willing to pay; I’ll do whatever I’m told without question.”
Amanda looked to Sam and shrugged, “Sounds like a perfectly good deal as far as I’m concerned.” She chuckled. Sam then idly scratched her chin, “Hmmmmm, you know this sounds very much like slavery to me, something else that’s illegal. Are you sure you want to add that to your resume as well?”
Angela chuckled still holding her sore tits, “You’re right, it does sound like I’m asking for a job. A job with lousy hours, horrible living quarters, no pay, and all the verbal abuse and discipline I can handle if I don’t do what I’m told to my owner’s satisfaction.” Angela’s face turned solemn, “I’d get down on my knees, to beg and grovel if I could actually get out of this bed. Yes! I certainly do want the job, if you’ll allow me.”
Amanda slipped her blouse off her shoulders, “First I want you to show me if you can handle the job, so get your cock sucking mouth over here; let’s see if we can teach an old dog new tricks! You can start by playing with these.”
Angela almost swooned and hesitantly raised her hand to her daughter breasts. Both girls watched expectantly as Angela tentatively rolled one nipple then the other between her fingers; both nubs stood painfully to attention as Amanda sighed with pleasure. Buoyed by this she took one in her mouth and sucked, gently scrapping her teeth along her daughters nipple. She wasn’t sure what to do, this being her first lesbian encounter; so she did what she herself liked. Amanda gave her all the encouragement needed with her quickening breath, and gasps of pleasure. Angela slid her tongue around the areola and felt the puckered skin as it tightened; pushing the nipple further out off her daughter’ mound.
Amanda made her mother change teats, her right becoming over sensitive; her pussy leaking juices down her thighs as her mother fondled and squeezed her tits; using full strokes of her tongue to coat her daughter mounds with saliva. Sam played with herself; driving her fingers between her nether lips, wishing she could be in on the action unfolding in front of her.
Amanda panted, “Ohhhh mum that feels so wonderful. I need… Ohhhh god mum; lick my cunt you fucking lowlife slut! Angela grinned as she felt her cunt tighten and her clit sending messages of want to her awestruck brain , she had been dreaming of this very scenario for years and wasn’t about to let it slip by, “I thought you’d never ask my darling, it would give me more pleasure than you could possibly imagine. Straddle my face and let me take you to heaven.”
As Amanda got onto the bed above her mother; Sam rose to leave. She’d decided that this was a special, albeit kinky; bonding of mother and daughter, and felt like a fifth wheel.
“Don’t Sam, Please; don’t go.” Angela held out her hand, “I need you to coach me with this…this interview; I desperately need this job and I don’t really know what I’m doing here. Could you do me a favour? Could you please show me what Mandy likes; show me on my pussy, so I can do it right for her?”
Sam smiled, “It would be a privilege, and a pleasure; but I don’t think your pussy lips are up for that sort of treatment.” Angela’s questing smile turned wicked, “Don’t concern yourself my dear, I’m so horny now I could take on the entire army, navy and air force and think nothing of it.”
Sammy giggled and leapt on to the bed straddling Angela’s body with her legs and giving her lover full access to her dribbling snatch, as Mandy lowered her pussy onto her mother’s waiting face. Sam dove in between Angela’s pussy flaps with long strokes of her tongue, a wicked thought crossed her aberrant mind and she shoved her thumb into Angela’s arsehole while Angela tensed but did the same to her daughter.
Amanda eyes widen, knowing her mother was following Sammy’s lead, “Ohhhh My Fucking God that bitch is finger fucking mum’s arsehole,” she thought, as her mother’s digit played circles inside her rear end. Sam had asked on several occasions if she could indulge in anal play with Mandy, but she had always declined the offer; anal wasn’t something she thought she would like, “That bitch has got her way by proxy,”
Amanda groaned with pleasure as she realized the thumb was starting to feel good with her mother running her tongue over her clit. So she slid her thumb into Sam’s sopping wet snatch, with the fingers of that hand over Sam’s pubic bone, she now had a vice like grip of her lover’s cunt. Using that as an anchor, she was able to force two fingers into Sammy’s arsehole; she decided tonight her little perverted painslut had to be punished for her unscrupulous ways. “We’ll see just how much she likes anal; she’s now going to find out what it’s like to be fisted.” Amanda proceeded to work the two fingers into her.
Sam spread Angela’s piss flaps and drove her tongue into her slimy depths, as one thumb stroked her clit with ever increasing speed; the other pounded in and out of her arse. Angela groaned into her daughter’s cunt and followed her lead. Amanda now had three fingers and going for four; excavating in her lovers anal cavern, and pounded away mercilessly; bring pain with the pleasure and driving Sam to greater heights.
Sammy felt like a train driver going around on a circular track; she knew she would pay dearly for her treachery with everything she did coming back to her ten fold. This was one train she never wanted to get off, as she felt Amanda’s thumb join her other fingers. She felt her arsehole stretch excruciatingly ever wider; making Sam cry out in pain, and with one final violent shove, Mandy’s hand punched painfully into her stretched out arsehole. Amanda jammed it in up to the wrist and dragged it back, almost all the way out as she savagely pinched Sam’s clit with her other hand, and punched back in, repeating it time and time again; the almost insufferable pain made Sam scream into Angela’s cunt as her orgasm ripped up though her body and fried her brain.
Angela convulsed with a shattering orgasm of her own not long after that and clamped her face between Amanda’s cunt lips digging her tongue so far in, that Mandy though she was trying to climb up inside her cunt, and that sent her off with her own spasms; screaming in orgasmic bliss and losing her balance, falling atop of Sam with her fist still lodged firmly up her lovers arse.
It took some time for the trio to untangle themselves. Angela was first to recover, “Well how’d I do? Have I got the job?” Amanda laughed, “You got the job mum; that was one of the best orgasms I have ever had.” When Sammy finally rolled over and up onto her elbow, rubbing her sore stretch out arsehole; she looked at her new family, with a smug look on her face.
“Why the Cheshire cat grin?” Mandy queried.
Sam smile grew wider, “My first psychoanalytic case has been a total success. She giggled, “No one died and all the patients are cured.”
Amongst laughter and giggling Sam managed to quip, “What a wonderfully perverse family I’ve come into!” She continued, “This totally wonderful mother here is a dog fucking, and I think bi-sexual, incestuous, lowlife gutter whore. I’m a submissive lesbian pain and anal slut, with other perversions not yet realized; and you my dear lesbian lover, are an incestuous, sadistic, domineering; pain in the arse.”
Amanda erupted into laughter, “You deserved it you bitch; how dare you use my mother to get into my arse.” Sam just giggled while Angela swung her gaze between the two girls, not really comprehending what was going on. “Did I do something wrong?”
Both girls giggled at her confusion, “We’ll tell you later.” Angela was starting to realize that there were so many things that she knew nothing of, and hoped that her now two daughters would be so kind as to educate her about.
As the laughter died, Amanda took her mother’s face in both hands and gave her a lover’s kiss, “I love you now more than you could ever possibly imagine.” Angela choked back a tear as she tried to reply, “I… You … You don’t know how I have longed… No, pained to hear those three beautiful words my dear wonderful gorgeous daughter.”
“Ahhhh Hmmmm; cough, cough,” Sammy made a great spectacle of clearing her throat, “Before you two incestuous love birds get going again; there is something I really gotta know.”
They both turned to look directly at Sam. “Wellllll!” They said in unison.
Sam giggled, “I want to know how mum got Donnie in the sack?”
“Good one!” Mandy chortled, as Angela’s face turned a brighter shade of red.
Amanda turned to her mother, “And you hadn’t better leave out any of the juicy, humiliating details either; we want it nasty all the way.” She added.