It was an hour later when Marge awoke. At first her sleep-fogged brain struggled with the unfamiliar surroundings, but the sight of her daughter's naked body next to her quickly brought back the memory of all that had taken place.
For a long time she just stared at the ceiling, her eyes tracing idle patterns in the rough surface as she rehashed the events and discoveries of the day. She still felt the need to speak to someone. She turned to her side, propping her head in her hand, and addressed her daughter's back.
"Laura, you awake?"
"Yeah… I'm awake."
"Honey, I'm sorry."
Laura turned, a stunned look on her face. "What are you sorry about?"
"About Larry… I mean, what we did."
"Christ, Mom! Don't worry about that. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I was really rough on you. Well, you were just saying what you believed."
"Only partly. I was saying what I thought I had to get the job done."
"What are you talking about?"
Laura smiled at her mother sheepishly. "It's an old psychological trick. If you have a lot of defenses to go through you break the person down first, then build them back up. I was pretty sure I'd have to get you mad and hurt if I was ever going to get you to fuck Larry."
Marge bolted upright in the bed, her mouth hanging open. "You wanted me to fuck him!"
"Why?"
"You need to broaden your horizons, Mother… you need new meat. It's the only thing that will pull you and Dad back together."
"And how do you figure that?"
"It's simple! Number one, you're paranoid and desperate… that frightens men. An affair or two would give you strength and confidence. Number two, it gives you independence. If Dad can't come through, you can always go somewhere else."
Marge could not believe what was coming out of her daughter's mouth, but in spite of her shock, the ideas were beginning to make sense.
"And number three, men want their wives to be mothers, maids, chefs, friends, and mast of… WHORES! Wild women who can't get enough of hubby's huge cock."
"Laura," she sighed, "you amaze me!"
"That's all there is to it! You were a virgin when you married Dad, right?"
"Yes."
"And I can assume from your reaction to what Larry and I were doing, that you've done little besides lie there and take it, right?"
An uncontrollable blush spread over Marge's face. "No! I've… I've…" But she was incapable of lying in the face of her daughter's piercing stare. "Yes… you're right."
"Well, there it is. The only way you're going to hold onto Dad is to dazzle him in bed… leave him so limp he can't think of another woman. And the only way you can do that is to check around, and learn a few new tricks."
"But I couldn't… I…"
Laura could not suppress her evil laughter. "MOM! You already have!"
"What? Larry?" Laura nodded.
"Look, that doesn't count!"
"OH it counts, Mother! But if you insist on ignoring it, go ahead. But I'll tell you this, I'm going to be gone for a week, and Dad's going for four days. You've got the house to yourself, and if you're smart… you'll use it."
The wheels were spinning in Marge's head. Everything seemed to make sense, everything fit, the only thing that stood in the way was fear.
"No, Laura, I couldn't… not here… not right here in this house, and then face him."
"Then leave town… go somewhere else. Tell him you're taking a weekend too."
"I suppose I could go somewhere with Jenny." Laura's face lit up with excitement, her body bouncing up on the bed. "Now you're cooking! She could probably do with a dose of medicine herself."
The two women hugged in thrilled response to their secret plot. Marge almost felt like crying in gratitude for her daughter's blunt advice. It all sounded so simple and right, with the possibility of a lot of fun in the process.
"I'm nervous, Laura. I'm not sure how to start." Laura stared at her mother pensively before speaking. "You could start now if you want."
"NOW! Is Larry still here?"
"No… but I am."
Now it was Marge's turn to stare. She waited for the shock to come, but it would not. Too much had happened already in one day to be so easily toppled by just one more new experience.
"But honey, that's… that's…"
"Incest? Can you think of a better way to get started on the new you?"
With this Laura began moving her face toward Marge, slowly, tentatively, measuring each of the older woman's responses before allowing her lips to brush across the moist, red parting of her mother's mouth. Slowly she pressed against Marge's face, her tongue circling the pearly ridge of her teeth.
For once Marge just reacted, not judging, or evaluating just tasting the pure experience of her daughter's sweet, warm mouth. And now she was returning the kiss, her tongue coming out to probe the inner recesses of the young girl's orifice.
Soon their avidly darting tongues were wrestling in bold, passionate hunger as their mouths sucked frantically at one another, their hands rising to join in the writhing battle of lust that was now taking place.
Marge was quickly sinking into the unaccountable thrill of her own sexuality, and the intensely erotic joy of her daughter's soft, female body. She ran her hands over Laura's beautifully textured flesh, her soft rounded contours, so perfect a copy of her own, so much a product of her creation, it was like touching herself.
Groans of pure delight began spilling from the two clutching bodies as their passions swelled. Laura, unable to contain the raging fires lit by the tingling thrills of her mother's exploring fingers, rose up and straddled the full, trembling form of Marge's outstretched body. She trapped Marge's hips in the hard grip of her strong thighs, and pressed down until their two soft pubic mounds met.
A spark seemed to jump as the matched, curling patches came together, releasing the instant flow of their thick cuntal juices. The moans became fierce and loud as the slow grinding of their crotches spiraled the pounding rhythms of their passions.
Marge shivered in anticipation as she felt Laura's frame slither down her hungry body, her mouth laying a glistening trail of saliva front her neck to her aching breasts. Her tongue circled the firm spikes, teasing them into steely erection before nestling them lovingly in the warm cradle of her sucking mouth.
Laura worked from one tit to the other, pulling at the tiny nipples like two straws, sucking the raw passion of her burning loins up into the quivering swells of her heaving tits. Then, as if to fill the vacuum of her belly, she lowered her fingers, pressing them into the tight vee of her mother's soaking cunt. Marge jolted as a high voltage current surged from tit to cunt, from mouth to hand. Her hips began undulating uncontrollably, the erotic emotions bolting frantically in response to the young girl's knowing cuntal caresses.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh…"
Marge was mewling helplessly, a willing servant to her own impulses. "Yes, yyyyeeeeessssssssss!"
Laura's moist lips began moving down the dark valley of Marge's cleavage, across the flat plain of her stomach, and finally resting for a moment in the crater of her navel. Marge could feel her thighs being spread apart by gentle, expert fingers, and her legs being lifted to expose the trickling furrow of her cunt.
Crawling between her mother's legs, Laura's hands kneaded the satiny flesh of Marge's inner thighs. Her tongue resumed its descent, and landed in the soft blond patch with an accompanying scream of delight. Having attained its goal, Laura's mouth began working into the wrinkled folds, parting the matted crease with short, deft strokes of her slithering tongue.
"Oooooohhhh Goddd!" she cried. "YES! Do it, honey, do it to me! Lick me! Lick me with your gorgeous tongue!"
Suddenly Marge was lost in the pure wanton bliss of the young girl's raging mouth. Her tongue, that tantalizing, licking, soul-destroying tongue, was buried in her twitching cunt-lips, and fucking frantically at her tiny erect clit, drowning her in a searing wave of erotic sensations.
Laura's licker would dance across the tiny bud, touching those secret corners, and teasing the passion-swollen organ, with that special touch that only another woman could possess. Then she would dive and bury her cocklike tongue deep into the seething chamber of Marge's pussy, drinking the rich juices that flowed abundantly from her sex-charged glands.
Marge was no longer able to control her impulses. Her body squirmed frantically under the perfect probing of her daughter's tongue.
"Oh God, Laura! Your body… give me your body! I want to bury my face in your sweet cunt, and fill you with my love! Fill your cunt with my burning love."
"Yes, Mother… taste me… fill me!"
Quickly Laura reversed her position. Her legs came up and straddled Marge's face, her thighs spreading wide to reveal the glistening, pink crack of her cunt to her mother's searching gaze.
Marge stared greedily at the moist furrow, its quivering, crinkled lips surrounded with downy blond curls. She drank in the aroma, savoring the smell, the womanly smell as Laura's tongue resumed its thrilling attack.
She moved unsurely at first, her tongue coming out experimentally to rind Laura's clitoris. Timidly she licked it, increasing her tempo with each thrust as her daughter's gyrating body screamed out its lusting approval.
"Oh Mom, Mom! Yes! Harder! Lick me harder! Suck my cunt… suck it till I'm raw!"
Marge firmed her tongue, and buried it deep into the young girl's hot, running cunt. The sweet taste of cunt filled her mouth for the first time, and suddenly she was dizzy with the intoxicating pleasure of the experience.
She became a wild woman. Frantically she rolled her head between the churning white pillars of her daughter's thighs, grinding her chin against the hard cued ball of her clit while her tongue speared in and out of her clutching pussy.
"Pussy!" she screamed. "I love your sweet pussy!"
Marge was a using mass, lunging in fierce, cock-like strokes, listening as her daughter's muffled cries rushed out from between her own thighs.
"God yes!" Marge cried. "Drown me! Drown me in the sweet juices of your cum!" She licked frantically, the gushing fluids streaming down her soaked face, and swallowed gulp after gulp of Laura's flooding orgasm.
Laura momentarily collapsed against Marge, and then rolling off, reversed herself, her mouth coming up to meet Marge's in a long, deeply passionate kiss.
"Mother, that was incredible," she declared, her voice no more than a satisfied gasp.
"It was beautiful," Marge replied.
"But now, it's your turn!" Laura jumped from the bed, and raced to her dresser.
Marge stand aghast as her daughter strapped the object to her hips. It was a huge cock, large and thick, a perfect imitation from its big head, to the thick veins that ran along its shaft.
"LAURA!" she gasped. "What are you doing with that?"
"My approach to sex is a lot different than yours, Mother. But as the new you starts emerging, maybe you'll begin to see the beauty of devices. It you do, you can always go into that drawer. I have this, and several other things that I'm sure you could find very exciting. But right now, I owe you for one hell of a great orgasm!"
Marge watched as Laura slid between her legs, the giant instrument bobbing from her hips. Slowly she reached into Marge's cunt, and parted the soft lips with her fingers. She swirled her hand, and pulled the juices out to coat the dry surface of the dildo.
Marge thrilled to the sight of the massive pole about to enter her body. She quivered with each delightful scoop of her daughter's hand, and squealed her response as she felt the tool bump against her steaming crack.
"Guide it in," Laura demanded. "Put it into your cunt."
Marge obeyed, screaming as she felt the dildo climb the hot channel of her pussy. Gently it rose, inch by inch, spreading the tight walls of her cunt with its full, massive width, until finally she was impaled on the entire length, her daughter's crotch bumping against her spread eagled mound.
"It's huge," she moaned. "It's huge, and… HARD! And it's so… so…ooooohhhhhhh!"
Laura began driving the huge object in and out of her mother's clutching pussy. She reached down and grabbed her mother's hips, guiding her in full, even strokes. Marge's cuntal muscles contracted around the instrument, sucking every bit of pleasure she could from its thrilling bulk.
"Fuck it, mother! Fuck it hard! Learn how good it is to have a hard cock in you again!"
"Yes, it's good! God it's good to feel it… to feel you inside me!"
Laura's face crashed against her mother's lips, her tongue stroking in and out of her mouth in imitation of her churning hips. Her daughter's nipples pressed against Marge's, burning into her like two tiny irons.
"Yes, yes! DO IT!" Marge cried. "Ream me! Fuck me like I've never been fucked before."
Laura fiendishly slammed the dildo in and out of Marge's pussy, delighting in the loud sucking noises of the starving, sucking organ pulling frantically beneath her. Harder and harder she thrust, battering Marge's cunt, probing the darkest depths of her mother's throbbing belly.
"Oooooooohhhhhh! I'm coming! I can feel it coming! Harder… harder! Don't stop… do it!"
"Yes, come! Let it come! Let it pour!"
Laura growled in animal lust while pumping with all her heart and soul. Her hands were tearing and driving her mother's furiously bucking hips. Quickly she rose up, pressing the dildo's base violently against her mother's clit, dragging the smooth tool in long agonizing lunges across the sensitive bud.
"Now, mother, now! Let it me… let it scream out! Come! Come! Coooooommeeeee!"
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggg!!"
Marge came. Her body heaved, her hands tearing at her own hair as the full force of her orgasm as shed like an angry sea against her body. Her wildly contracting cunt gnawed at the dildo like some insane toothless animal, and her juices bolted in spasm after spasm of frenzied ecstasy.
Gradually the movements slowed, and only small tremors remained where full quakes had once raged. The two bodies melted gratefully into one another, the hands rising to stroke and caress the soft flesh.