Chapter 8

It had been a long demanding day for Paula Edwards but the glow of the morning's good resolutions were still with her. She had completed the long tedious business with the insurance adjusters in the city and was just now walking wearily up the driveway to her house. Despite her fatigue, the lovely blonde mother realized that she had not been so aware of the beauty around her for quite some time. It seemed that once she had decided to begin living again the whole world had opened up to her.

She cast an appraising look around the yard. What a mess, she said to herself. It was about time she did something to clean it up. She would be receiving a little money now from the insurance, so she could hire some of the young boys in town to help her. Maybe that nice Peters boy that Patty was seeing so much of lately.

She walked up to the old tool shed. There was an enormously thick tangle of high grass and bushes growing behind it. This should probably be the first place to start, she surmised. The beautiful young mother was gazing around, noticing the weeds and shaking her head at the mess, when she heard panting sounds from behind the shed and saw a flash of naked flesh through the weeds. She instantly knew what was happening. She had been around too long to mistake those tell-tale sounds for anything else: Someone was making love behind the tool-shed!

She stood frozen in indecision for a full minute. What should she do? It was her property and she felt she should know what went on there. Maybe she could cough loudly or make some kind of noise, giving a chance to whoever was there to get their clothes back on before she barged in.

But a lewd spark of prurient interest began to tickle her mind. Maybe... maybe it wouldn't hurt to just take a little peek. She knew it was wrong, but... nervously licking her lips she opened the tool shed door and stepped inside. She knew there were several knotholes in the back wall that would give a good view of the area behind.

The sounds were louder now, and she knew that the love-making couple must be only a few feet away. A little warning signal tried to keep her back from the planked wall; after all it could be... but she couldn't stop herself now that she had gone this far. She cautiously put her eye to one of the knotholes and peered out, her gaze fastening immediately on two naked bodies locked together on the grass. My God, it was her own daughter!

Paula's head swam from the shock and, for a moment, the scene before her unbelieving eyes flickered dizzily. Then she began to make out details. Patty was with the Peters boy, her nubile young body crouched over his. She was... oh God! No! She was tonguing his cock! The boy's stiff young penis was throbbing against her teenaged daughter's expectant lips in an obscene picture of depraved lust!

Paula knew she should run out there... stop this terrible thing, but she found that her limbs would not move. Her own daughter was being used... used like a dirty whore right in front of her eyes, and the paralyzed mother seemed unable to do anything about it. Her hands tightened into trembling fists. God, what was the matter with her? She felt as if she were rooted in cement!

Somewhere deep down inside herself, Paula knew what it was that held her back; her own guilt! Who was she to call her daughter wrong? After all, I've been doing far worse things myself over the last year, and practically in front of her. What kind of example did I set for my child?

But beyond these self-incriminating thoughts there was the lurking fear that had haunted her ever since Patty's birth; would her daughter inherit the same unbridled sensuality that had cursed her, Paula, all her life? The voluptuous young mother could remember her own youth, and how her own budding young body had seemed to be taken over by an irresistible force that led her into ever increasing sexual hungers. Paula knew that at times, she was insatiable; ever since she was a teenager, her life had been a boiling cauldron of need, need, need, need. Carl, her husband had been the only man who had ever been able to satisfy her, and now he was dead. The chances of meeting another man with the amazing endurance and sexual drive of Carl were very slim.

And then there had been her own mother before her. As Paula had grown older she had come into contact with family rumors about her beautiful mother; some kind of scandal. After Paula's father died, her mother had a bewildering succession of lovers, but none had seemed to last. They wore out, it seemed, one after another.

And now was Paula's own daughter starting on this shameful road of unending physical hunger? Was this some genetic curse that descended in her family from mother to daughter?

My God, what was going on out there now?

Paula could see that the beautiful young teenager had raised her head from Danny's throbbing penis, a thin string of lubricating fluid trailing from her full young lips. She seemed to be beckoning to someone behind her, Paula couldn't see just who through the narrow knothole. Then Champ came into view, moving towards Patty, walking strangely. It was a moment before Paula could see what was the matter with him and then she saw it... yes, his penis was swinging beneath him like some kind of brightly tinted staff. Paula's mind reeled again. What she thought was happening just couldn't be happening. Then her daughter spoke and confirmed her worst fears.

"Here, Champ, here," she heard the now panting girl say, "get up here and fuck your Patty."

With her eyes wide in shock and her breath choking in her throat, the horrified mother watched the huge German shepherd quickly mount the trembling young girl as if he'd done it a hundred times before. Paula moaned softly to herself as she saw the glistening dog-cock ram mercilessly into her no-longer innocent daughter's pink young cunt, Patty's nakedly kneeling body jolting forward from the force of the inhuman impact. Paula groaned to herself again as she saw the handsome young Danny reach up with a gurgling groan and wrap his hands in her daughter's golden tresses, forcing her gasping mouth over his hard young cock. Paula had never seen anything like this in her whole life, and the fact that this was her own daughter she was watching wallow in every kind of lewd perversion drove the scene into her mind like a bullet.

The stunned woman's beautiful long legs weakened under her and she sank down helplessly onto the soft straw that covered the floor of the tool-shed. She was shaking all over, and her breath was coming in short gasps as the scene she had been watching began to affect her in the way that she knew so well. It seemed that a million butterflies had been let loose in the depths of her belly. She could feel the muscles in her thighs automatically contracting and a hot wetness starting high up between her legs.