Chapter 9

Her Mother's Daughter

Chapter Two

Whatever those green and white pills were, they weren't sleeping pills! It took a little while and it was kinda sneaky, but I suddenly realized I was totally wide awake. That's funny, cause I'd been wide awake before too, but now I felt more awake than I'd ever been in my whole life. I felt great! I wasn't stressed about my mom anymore either and that was cool, I was still concerned, yeah, but not going crazy over her like I'd been. My head felt clear, sort of, and completely the opposite of what I'd felt smoking pot. I wasn't hungry or lazy. I was alright and full of energy, and I started thinking Daddy really needed one of these pills!

That seemed pretty funny for some reason. Lots of stuff was funny, but not like giggling funny, just amusing in my head, like I was smiling all the time and wouldn't ever stop. Things were gonna be okay. Mom would turn up someday and things would go back to being normal. Except I wished they wouldn't. I started folding up some clothes and putting them away, my parents' clothes and I was in their bedroom and thinking, God! What if Mom came back and it was just like before? Wouldn't that suck? Like Dad always ignoring me, Mom just nagging me, JJ hating me ... Oh, no way! That would seriously blow, right?

It didn't make me feel down or sad or whatever, it was just me thinking, and I had to smile because, nah ... Mom wasn't going to come back. She was off fooling around and so that left me here. The woman of the house. I was the mommy now. That did make me giggle and that's how my thoughts went, like round and round in funny circles. I'd have one thought and then another with my brain going faster than I'd ever thought possible, as if I was some kind of genius. I felt smarter too, which was weird. Smart pills? That would be cool.

I'm the mommy, what an awesome thought. It seemed kinda true too, because I was cleaning the house, taking care of my little brother and sister, taking care of Daddy. He'd been talking to me like I was the mommy, like I was his wife, ohhh ... I smiled, putting away clothes and thinking about my dad. Like, what if I was really married to him? If he wasn't my dad at all, I mean, but someone else. That's what it felt like and I looked through the dresser and realized that my mom had a lot of clothes I'd never really seen before. Nice clothes that she'd never worn around the house, some of them. Sexy clothes and I wondered what that felt like, being sexy and looking sexy and being married.

My dad was sexy. I smiled and knew it was true. I'd just never noticed before, like I knew I wasn't supposed to notice. It seemed sorta wicked, thinking like that. He was though, tall and handsome, yeah. I'd noticed that before, but pretended not to. That's dumb, huh? Not thinking about my dad cause he's my dad. But now he wasn't, not anymore. Not if I was the mommy, right? If I cleaned and cooked and took care of his kids, didn't that make me his wife? Yeah, I thought, like we were married sorta. That's what it felt like, kinda, especially when he called me and told me he loved me, I just didn't realize it at the time.

Daddy loved me. He didn't used to. He didn't even see me before, like I was invisible. But with Mom gone and him being all alone, he saw me now. I looked through my mom's stuff and found some underwear, sexy and black and so small I wondered how she ever got into them. Probably they were old, like she hadn't worn them since their honeymoon maybe. Honeymoon panties, all lace and satin, and I felt warm all over as I held the flimsy lingerie in my hands. I was mommy now, so this was my room, right? Mine and Daddy's. Mine and Jack's, I corrected myself, so all the stuff in it had to be mine too.

"Yeah. I'm the mommy now." I started ubuttoning my cut-off shorts.

I took off my ugly white panties, my little girl panties, cause I wasn't a little girl anymore. I was married now and I took off my t-shirt too, looking down at myself, looking in the mirror and deciding I looked okay. More than okay, which was why guys like Greg were so hot for me. My naked reflection was beautiful and glowing, soft and smooth and sexy. I'd never really thought of myself as sexy before. I liked my body, I guess, but I'd never loved it or even appreciated it very much. Now I did though and I stared at myself hard. I was really sexy, even for just being fifteen. My legs were perfect, I smiled and ran my hands up my smooth thighs, and my pussy. Oh, my little pussy, only fucked twice and both times by an amateur boyfriend.

"Amateur," I said out loud and giggled.

Greg didn't have a clue what he was doing in bed, but Daddy would definitely know how to touch me just right. How to make me feel like a woman ... I rubbed my fingertips through the fine wisps of light blonde hair that curled just above my narrow slit. Daddy would know how make love and he'd made three babies. He'd made me and I was perfect. Oh, Daddy would fuck me good and teach me how, wouldn't he? I felt myself getting hotter, right down there between my legs, and I moved my hand lower to feel my vulva swollen and soft. I had a little fat there, a little teenage baby fat and it felt so smooth and warm, and then my pussy. My sexy little mouth and it was just a slit, turned inside like a little girl's, and I played with it, rubbing myself all over and feeling my lips tucked inside.

This was new, all of it, the feelings, the looking and the touching. I'd never touched myself before, like why would I? But I knew girls could do it. Girls could jerk off like boys did. I'd heard some talk, you know. I wasn't dumb and I'd been fingered before by Greg, his clumsy hand working my pussy like it was just a meaty squeeze ball or something, not a girl, but something else. He didn't know how to do it and his attempts had almost felt good, but not really. This felt great though, touching myself just a little, like tickling my pussy and taking my time, looking at my sex like I'd never seen it before in my life. I bit my lip as my thin, pink pussy started to open, my labia slipping out of my slit. They weren't exactly growing, but maybe they were getting a little plump, a little fatter with my building excitement. Mostly I just opened myself up like a flower, sliding my fingertip between my sexy lips while I explored my body.

This felt way, way nice and the more I touched myself, the nicer it got. I wanted to do it more, but I wanted to do everything, and I put on those lacy black panties, finding that they almost fit me okay. Just a little loose over my pussy and probably they were supposed to be tight, but loose seemed okay. Loose was still sexy. They were soft and I could rub that satin against my pussy and that felt really wicked too. I looked for something to put on top. The bra. Wasn't there a bra to go with these? I giggled and my heart thumped and my tummy twisted up happily with excitement. I was wearing sexy clothes, the things Mom had worn when Daddy fucked her. I dug through her panty draw and gasped as I found a toy, like a secret buried away. A vibrator, my mom's vibrator, how weird was that?

I'd heard of those, sure. Like who hasn't? A girl had even brought one to school once, an older girl like seventeen and showing off, and letting all the other girls look at it. This was long and smooth and creamy white with a little round red cap thingy on the base. Turning it just a little made the vibrator hum and, well, vibrate! I dropped it with a surprised gasp and then picked it up, feeling it thrumming and humming and tickling my fingers. I touched it to my body, just to see what it felt like, and it was okay, I guess. It felt weird, not really like anything except if I rubbed it over my nipples, ohhhh ... That felt pretty intense. That felt really seriously intense, my puffy pointy bubblegum nipples buzzed right along with it then and that sensation was incredible!

My sex! I rubbed that vibrator there too, trying it through those panties. It was eight inches long probably and I slid it along my pussy with just that thin layer of lace between my sex and the plastic, and that was like nothing I'd ever imagined. I could feel it. Oh yeah, I could feel everything, especially at the top of my slit, or just inside maybe. Somewhere down there I was buzzing too and something started throbbing and it made my whole body shiver, my knees shook and I felt like I'd fall on my butt in a second. It was insane, rubbing that vibrator over my pussy and rubbing my nipples with my other hand. Pinching them, pulling a little, pretending like someone was biting me ... Daddy was biting my nipples. Sucking them hard while my clitty buzzed. Uh-huh, I wasn't giggling anymore. I was breathing fast and heavy and watching myself in the mirror, and wondering if Daddy would like to watch me too. If he was on the bed and touching his big cock, jerking off while I played with myself. Would he like me? Would he love me that way?

I stopped before it got too good because I felt something, like I didn't know what. Something inside me trying to get out. My pussy had started getting wet, I realized, a lot wetter than Greg had ever gotten me in his car. There were juices inside my thighs, running down my legs like I'd peed myself, and those panties were damp now. I was pink and hot all over and I put that vibrator down with shaky hands. I'd been doing it, getting myself off and sometimes a girl could cum, I knew that. I even thought I'd felt it before, once when Greg had been kissing me nice and touching my body when we'd first started going out. But I hadn't cum at all, never in my life. Now I knew that for sure and I wanted one, oh yeah! I wanted to cum really bad, but I wanted it to be with my dad. I wanted him to make me cum the first time ever and share it with me.

How bad is that? I rolled my eyes and smiled and looked some more, finding the bra finally, the black silk one that went with the panties and it wasn't really much of a bra at all. It was just lace and soft sheer cups that were supposed to hold a woman's tits, not support them or anything, just hold them and make them sexy and look nice against her pale flesh. Yeah and it was like one size fits all maybe, or something, because I put it on and it fit okay, except the cups were pretty loose, kind of empty seeming, but still ... I looked sexy, right? Daddy would like me, wouldn't he?

Yeah, he would. I put that vibrator in mom's nightstand, just in case Dad didn't know about it. That would be funny. I was the mommy and he was the daddy and we were playing house! Why would I need a vibrator when I had a perfectly good husband? My mom was sick! Except ... He's my dad. So what was I thinking? I must be high, that's what I thought, putting my big t-shirt back on over my new sexy underwear. The same sleepy-t I'd slept in and now it hid that lingerie and I loved the feel of it, the just knowing I was wearing it. How cool was that? I could wear that underwear all night long and Daddy wouldn't even know. Just me.

I put my shorts back on too, over the black panties, and smiled at myself in the mirror. I looked just like I had before, but I was different now. Underneath and inside. I was the new me, the new Amy, and she wasn't a little girl anymore. No way! She was the mommy and that was so cool. I liked being the mommy and I had no idea why. I was high on Mommy Pills probably, that's what it was, and I laughed, going to Jilly's room just so I could see her and make sure she was okay. I had to be the mommy and check on my little girl and that made me throb all over too. I was hot for it and that seemed so weird it was insane!

What kind of fantasy was this? Getting off on being my dad's wife and my baby sister's mom, that didn't make any sense, but it was true. I stood there in Jilly's room, her pretty pink nursery with teddy bear wallpaper, rubbing my tummy, rubbing my tits through my t-shirt, feeling the almost scratchy lace underneath sliding over my nipples, up and down and all around. I just looked at the sleeping little girl and thought it would be so cool if I really was a mommy and Jilly called me that and forgot all about that other woman. Gina. The one that didn't love us anymore.

They weren't sexual thoughts, not like real ones, but something else, just ideas flashing through my brain, images and feelings playing like a slide show and going too fast for me to really understand what they were or what they meant. I didn't want to be a mommy, did I? I wanted to be a model and run away and be someone else and never, ever come back to this place or see these people again ... Right?

That had been before though. That was the old Amy, the one that Daddy didn't love. The one that Mommy nagged and yelled at and finally slapped hard right across her pretty mouth. That Amy wasn't there anymore. Mom had run away and taken that old me with her. Daddy loved me again, he'd told me that every chance he got too. He'd explained everything, telling me how much he needed me, how important I was to him now. Yeah, Mom could stay gone forever and I'd be happy. That life had sucked hard, but this one would be way better. I was gonna cum maybe, just thinking that and looking at my sister, and I blinked and looked around and laughed.

Wow! Those pills were great!

I stayed busy getting stuff done all afternoon. After Jilly woke up I held her for a little bit, reading a book to her and kissing her. She'd wanted Mommy, you know; as soon as she'd opened her eyes she'd asked for Mommy. I told her Mommy was gone though and she wasn't coming back and that made Jilly cry, but I held her tight and after a little bit the girl stopped.

"I'll be your mommy now, okay?" I said. "You can call me Mommy and it'll be okay cause I love you. I won't ever leave you, okay?"

I told her that and I meant it, and I even cried a little too. Jilly hugged me back and that made it better. She still wanted her old mommy, but it was better and she even called me Mommy, just once, but she did it and I hugged my baby extra tight then. She was such a good girl, such a smart girl. She'd call me Mommy all the time pretty soon and someday, maybe in a year maybe two, Jilly wouldn't even remember that other woman; she'd only remember me.

Love pills!

That's what they were, because that's all I felt. Just love and I had Jilly sitting down eating some sliced apple, cause she'd had enough pudding already. She kept smiling and kicking her legs and talking. God! That little girl loves to talk, telling me about how she wanted a horsy and a dog and some cats and some birds and a fish ... On and on and I laughed and suggesting other things too, like giraffes and elephants, and big bears with rubber claws and soft teeth who liked to eat pancakes and cotton candy and wrestle all the time.

We were having fun, Jilly and me, and then JJ came home and he wasn't a brat, he was just a kid, just a nine year old and I hugged him as soon as he came in. I hugged him and kissed his head and asked him how school was. I made him a sandwich, and some cookies and milk, and sat down and listened to him talk. For the first time in my whole life I heard what JJ had to say and it was fun. I laughed and clapped Jilly's hands in mine when he told me about how they were doing math and he'd been the only one who knew the right answers. I told him he was smart and I felt so proud of him. He smiled too. God! He was glowing and happy and I'd spent so much time focused on him that JJ didn't even ask where our mom was, like he'd forgotten all about her. Like I was his mom.

I helped Jack Junior with his homework after he ate, me and Jilly both. She sat in my lap and we traced maps with our fingers while JJ tried to find Brazil in his atlas. It was so totally cool and I wondered how Mom ever got tired of this. She must have been really crazy if she left all this for some other guy, some druggie asshole who probably just wanted to fuck her all the time. She should have taken one of those pills, that's what I was thinking. If Mom had taken a pill, just one, she'd still be here. I knew for sure Mom wasn't using drugs then, because I'd taken one of those green and white Happy Mommy Love Pills and all I wanted to do was be with my family.

Mom was crazy!

And I was formulating a plan inside my happy horny head. Horny? I giggled and yeah, why not? I had Mom's purse and decided to keep those pills. They were sorta handy, but the other stuff, the powder, we didn't need that. Mommy could have it. Oh yeah, that was Mom's drugs now. I put that back in her purse and then I thought about it. That little bag looked kinda lonely without any pills at all, so I put some in there with it. Not the green and white ones, no, I needed those. I popped four of my birth control pills out of the dispenser and put them in the little bag the green ones had been inside. I put those in Mom's purse too and maybe Daddy would know what those pretty heart shaped pills were and maybe he wouldn't. If he didn't, well, I'd just have to tell him.