Chapter 4

I was half awake and heard Annie in the bathroom. I heard her wash her face, brush her teeth and pressed my face deeper into the pillow. The bed was still a mess and I could smell her, and the scent of her made me shiver. I was up once during the night to rinse my mouth and swore that come morning I would put an end to the insanity. It had to stop. Just had to. And now it was morning and the thought of her naked a few feet away sent chills through me, and I told myself that I would wait a while; I really didn't want to hurt her feelings by being abrupt... I would talk to her... a little later. Then the door opened and I felt her weight on the edge of the bed and I kept my eyes closed and was hoping that she would think that I was still asleep.

"Good morning sleepy head. You can stop faking now. I know you are awake."

"Hmmm... mm"

"Hmmm... mm nothing. I heard you earlier... MMM... you smell gorgeous."

I felt her move, sensed her face above me, and then I felt her lips on my shoulder, and almost melted. Her mouth was warm and moist and slightly open and I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle a moan. I don't know how many times I came during the night, but incredibly, I was on the very edge again. She knew I was awake and shifted a little and then her mouth was between my shoulder blades and I sighed as her tongue began to travel downward. She was hesitant at first, almost as if waiting for me to stop her, but I didn't. I was breathing into the pillow and as her lips nibbled south I started to move my hips a tiny bit. I knew that the movement was almost imperceptible, but Annie was finely tuned by this time and she sensed my excitement. She moved again and her left hand felt damp on my behind, and I lay still as her fingers began to trace the deep cleft between the heavy, fleshy cheeks. I knew she was watching me as her fingers teased into the dark dank crease and I made myself not to respond. She was mouthing me just above the crease, her tongue wiggling back and forth lightly, but her fingers were a lot more insistent, and I tried to clench tighter just to make her force me. I was getting wet and my back arched as she kept on teasing, and then she was half laying on top of me across my back, and her fingers became really harsh. I forgot about being coy and the sheet felt good as I began to grind down to create some friction. My pussy felt swollen and sensitive and I knew that my clit was like a spike as I slid my right hand under my tummy. Her mouth was on my ear and her tongue was flicking into the tiny canal and I wandered how she knew that I could cum this way. Her breathing was rugged now, the fingers on my ass almost painful, and I moaned as my palm squeezed my pussy. The hair was already damp and three fingers sank into the slick abyss with no effort at all, and I moved my legs wider to give myself more room. My cunt was like a swamp and I drooled into the sheet as the digits dug deeper.

"You are so hot! Can't get enough, can you?"

"No... oh god..."

"I want you again! I want to do incredibly filthy things to you."

She was whispering into my back and I jumped as her lips moved into my arm pit. This was entirely new and unbelievably erotic, and I was moaning as her tongue flicked into the sweaty hollow. Her mouth was hot and wet and when she sucked the damp, sensitive flesh I knew I was going to burst. The pillow under my face was wet from my saliva and I realized that I was making strangled little sounds as she kept torturing me. Her hand was sliding lower now, down between my thighs, her fingers pressing, rubbing, pinching, and I couldn't hold back any longer. Almost without realizing I pulled my knees higher and then I was on all fours and my tits were mashed into the sheet as I arched my back to raise my butt. From the corner of my eye I could see our image in the closet mirror, and the sight almost unhinged me. Looking was always my greatest pleasure, and seeing the two of us entangled like this was more exciting than any porno movie I had ever watched. We were naked and beautiful and what we were doing was wild, but in the back of my passion clouded mind I knew that much of my excitement had to do with the perversity of it all. The two in the mirror weren't just two women, they were mother and daughter. The slim brunette on top was not Donna or Carol, she was Annie, my little girl. My little lesbian slut. Or maybe I was her lesbian slut. Not little. Big and fat. Big tits, big cunt, big ass. Oh shit, how I wanted this. I had always wanted this. I never admitted it, but it was no secret. Phil knew! The kinky bastard knew! Fucking me right here, right in this bed, talking filthy, asking questions, making up stories. He would have loved to see this. Would have loved to just sit here naked, with his fist around his long hard prick, jerking off, telling us what to do...

"Turn over. I want to look into your eyes while I love you!"

Her voice was shaky and I rolled on my back to look at her, and as our gaze met I knew that I was lost, and that I was not going to end anything. Even after last night she looked young and fresh and beautiful and what I saw in her eyes made me feel beautiful and young as well. I opened my arms and she snuggled down on me and then we were kissing, and it was a kiss that never seemed to end. We didn't talk, but there was really no need. If this was insanity then we were both hopelessly mad. Finally we broke apart and Annie was leaning over me, and her face was serious as she stared down at me. Her eyes were huge and misty and I knew how she felt as I tightened my arms around her. It was bright in the room and I knew it was late but I didn't want to move. I vaguely remembered how love felt the first time so very long ago, but this felt even better. I squeezed her tight and she pressed her face against mine and I didn't trust my voice to say anything. We lay like that for a very long time, then she lifted her head and I opened her eyes to look at her.

"Are you scared?"

Her question was hardly more than a whisper but it spoke volumes. She thought about this too. She knew what we were getting into.

"Petrified."

"Me too. You want to stop?"

"We should..."

"I know. But do you want to?"

"You first. Do you want to?"

"NO! I fantasized about this for years. Now that it happened I never want to stop."

"Me neither. I don't think I could..."

I stopped then because there was that look in her eyes and I felt myself go weak.

"I want you again."

"Me too. I want you too."

She began nibbling at my ear and her hand moved down to my breast and I pressed my ass into the mattress as her thumb and forefinger pinched down on the already hardening nipple. She tightened her grip and I welcomed the pain and she moved away a bit. She was looking into my face and twisted non too gently and her voice was a little hoarse with suppressed excitement.

"You like that? You like me doing that?"

"Yes... don't stop."

"What do you want? Spell it out for me..."

"I don't know... oh god."

"Yes you do! You are a horny slut and you know exactly what you want!"

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to suck my tits and put your fingers up me..."

She sucked me very very hard and I yelped a little because there was pain, and then her teeth began to worry the thick rubbery nipple and I felt the wetness seep out of me. I tugged at her hair and she lifted her head and we kissed again and it was a kiss that quickly became dirty. She pulled her face back a little and stuck her tongue out and I did the same and we were turning on as we licked each other. First around the lips then just toying with the tips and then she pushed inside and I began to suck as if it was a cock. I was moaning and pushed back and swabbed the inside of her mouth and wandered if I could come just from a kiss. Annie was half lying on top of me and her left tit was pressing into my right and I opened my thighs, wanting her to go inside and grunted as her fingers curled into my bush. She squeezed and watched my eyes and then squeezed again, harder, and I whimpered as the fingers began to pull.

"Oh... Ohhh Jesus."

"You like that? Am I hurting you?"

"Noo... yes! Hurts. Hurts good..."

"I love your bush. Like a pelt..."

"Go in me... keep doing that and go in me."

She bent to my tits again and I felt a couple fingers curl into my slit and I realized I was wet enough to take her whole hand. I thought of the bottle, the huge cold hardness of it, but this was even better. I tried to imagine her fist pushing into me, fucking me, and grinding against her, I realized that I wanted it to happen.

"Do me hard... Use three and go deep. I am so horny I'm going crazy."

"Go in where? I told you before I want to hear the real words."

Her eyes were bright and I began to understand her. She was so much like me. I hunched up against her.

"'Fuck me! Finger fuck my big sloppy cunt."

"I adore your big sloppy cunt. I love your big clit!"

We both watched as she drove three long, rigid fingers deep into me, and then the ball of her thumb pressed down on the engorged nub and I twisted my hip up toward her, trying to increase the friction, wanting more of her fingers deeper inside. She was kneeling beside me, all her attention focused on her twisting digits and as her thumb rubbed down faster, I watched her tits jiggle to the pumping rhythm. They were firm cones, the aureoles puffy and the nipples were sticking out like sharp spikes. I was breathing hard, making low, groaning sounds as I pulled my legs higher, and almost blindly reached out for her. I have big, strong hands and her tits felt smooth and damp and she made a little sound as my fingers tightened around one sweaty globe. We were loving and tender only minutes earlier, but suddenly I felt mean and nasty, and as I dug into her flesh the heat in my cunt became white, searing fire. I clenched my teeth as I twisted the long sharp nipple, and twisted harder when I heard her gasp.

"OOOhhhh... ooohhh Mom... MOM!"

"What. You want me to stop?"

"NO! Noooo! Do it... keep doing it while I fuck your pussy!"

"I want your cunt. I want to lick your nasty little hole!"

She hesitated a little, undecided between cunt and tits, but then she began to shuffle side ways and I caught my breath as she lifted one thigh to throw it over my head. I had eaten her out the previous night, but much of that was in a drunken haze and the details were murky. Now I was sober, and as I stared up into her hair fringed slit I realized how much I wanted this. She was fucking my cunt with long, hard strokes and arched her back as I reached up to grab her ass cheeks. They were smooth and round and tight and my fingers were rough as I spread her wider. Her pussy opened up like a ripe, juicy peach and my mouth was suddenly filled with saliva. She made a small sound as my fingers dug into her flesh, and I began to pull her down toward my drooling lips.

"Oh yes... Suck me. Suck me hard! "

She sounded breathless and there was an urgency as her fingers pumped into me, but I forced myself to slow down. Her thighs were like damp silk at the side of my face, and I could smell the musky aroma of her slit as she hunched down, and gripped harder to hold her still. I could feel her tits pressing into my belly and my nipples were rubbing against her smooth, sweat-sleek stomach and I had to force myself not to smother my face in that incredible flesh just inches away from my mouth. She did not shave and only lightly trimmed, and staring up into her slit I recognized the younger, fresher version of my own cunt. It was almost like those earlier times when I spent ages examining myself in the little mirror that used to be an integral part of those long ago masturbating sessions. I fell in love with my own pussy as a very young girl and there were very few things that I didn't do to it. Except eat it. Kiss it and lick it. I had wanted to so much. I had tried but never quite made it. But now I could. Oh God, now I could. She was whimpering and I could smell the raunchy aroma of a horny female, and my fingers grew harsher as I gripped her sweaty thighs to spread her wider. Her cunt was like a humid swamp and her clit looked obscenely big, and as she ground down on me I lost all finesse. She was frothy and tart, and I burrowed closer to take her all in. The lips of her pussy were swollen and her hole was creamy and hot and I pushed my tongue way in, almost as if searching for her womb. Annie was babbling above me, telling me to open up more and I did as I was told. She shifted a bit and then my legs were pushed back and out so that my knees were almost beside my face and I knew that I was stretched as wide as I ever could get. She was sitting up straighter now and suddenly my nose was pressing into her rear crease, and she ground down harder, mashing her cunt into my face.