Once we had cleaned ourselves off and recovered our wits, it was time for Diane and me to get back to the problem of locating our daughters. "The diary," my friend and lover reminded me. "Let's check out Trudy's diary."
We located it under a pile of bikini panties in the top dresser drawer. However, the diary wasn't all we found.
"Look at this," I said. "I've never seen magazines like these. Look at the pictures."
There were color photographs of people fucking and sucking on every page. The men's cocks were the biggest, and the women's pussies the juiciest. You could almost hear the models breathing hard as they socked it to one another.
"Where did Trudy get this stuff?" Diane shook her head in concern. "It's bad enough that this filth is available to adults."
"Come on," I said, pulling her away from the distraction of the magazines, "let's look at the diary."
There were no pictures in it, but it was almost as explicit as the magazines. Page after page was filled with Trudy's sexual exploits. And when she wrote about them, she spared nothing in the way of description.
For example: "Tom's cock was as hard as a rock as he stuffed it into my tight pussy. I started to come right away. This boy really knew how to fuck."
Diane grabbed the diary and slammed it closed. "I can't go on with this," she said. "It's too much for a mother to bear."
"But we have to," I pointed out. "It's the only way we can find any clue about who these boys are Trudy and Sally are with."
"That's easy for you to say," Diane retorted. "I wonder what your reaction would be if this were Sally's diary."
She had a point there. However, when I flipped the pages forward, this consideration became more than hypothetical.
Maybe it wasn't my daughter's diary-but in one of last month's entries, Trudy had written at length about some action in which Sally had participated on one of theft frequent double dates.
It pained me deeply, but I felt if I read the passage aloud the rift that had developed between Diane and me would be healed. Believe me, it wasn't easy.
"I've always known Sally had a beautiful pussy," Trudy had written. "But I wasn't prepared for the sight of it filled with ten inches of steel cock. As I watched them fuck, it just seemed like my brother's prick was made for my best friend's cunt. I had fucked Tom many times before, of course, but I'm sure I never did it with Sally's perfection. I just had to get down on my hands and knees and stick my nose down there so I could watch the action up close. It was fantastic! And when he came, I licked up the jizz as it dribbled from between her legs."
"Well," Diane sighed when I'd finished reading, "it looks like neither of us have anything to be smug about. We might as well press on. I suppose we're incapable of being surprised any further."
Page after page recounted the most vivid sexual experiences. Sally's activities were detailed in almost half of them. It seemed our two daughters really got around.
Then I reached the beginning of this week. "Here it is," I said excitedly. "Sally and I have a chance for a dynamite double date. Basketball players. The school grapevine says these two guys have the biggest cocks in the school. I checked with Tom, who knows them both, and he said it's true.
"What are their names?" Diane excitedly bellowed in my ear.
"Shhhh, you'll make me deaf. I'm trying to find out… Ahhhh, here it is." She read the names.
I felt my heart abruptly skip a beat. It felt as though I'd just been shot.
"Betty, what's wrong?" Diane wanted to know. "Who are they?"
I tried to speak, but my mouth was paralyzed. Growing impatient with my sudden immobilization, Diane snatched the diary away from me. "Larry Green," she read the name of Trudy's date.
He wasn't the one who had rendered me mute.. "Buzz Harper." He was. "Do you know these boys?" Diane asked.
"J-j-just one of them," I was able to manage a stammer.
"Which one?"
Instead of answering directly, I posed this question: "Diane, do you suppose there-there could be more than one boy on the high school basketball team nicknamed B-B-Buzz?"
"I don't know what you're getting at, but I suppose it's possible."
"R-read some more," my voice quavered in apprehension. "Maybe Trudy gives his real name."
Her eyes scanned down the page, and then she flipped it over to the next one. "Yes, here it is," she said halfway down.
"Is-is it, H-Horace?" I trembled to my soul. "Yes, how did you know? It says here: Sally's date is really named Horace. Yeecchh! I hope for her sake he's more of a Buzz than a Horace."
I felt faint from the revelation. All of my vital signs seemed to be deserting me from the shock.
"Betty, what's wrong?" Diane grabbed told of me and asked with concern. "You look like you're going to pass out. Do you know this Buzz kid by any chance?"
All I could manage was to nod my head.
"How?" she excitedly wanted me to elaborate. "From where? This is the lead we need to find those damn girls."
I tried to speak, but I just couldn't manage it. It was too embarrassing to admit that I'd had an affair with one of my own daughter's dates.
However, Diane was not going to easily quit. She grabbed my shoulders and began shaking me. "This is no time to play games, our daughters are missing," she reminded me. "Now come clean. Who is this Buzz, or Horace, or whatever he's called?"
"He-he mowed my lawn," I tried to get off easily.
"And?" Diane bulldoggedly persevered. "Some kid cutting your grass wouldn't make you behave like this."
"I-I-I…" I tried to tell her, but the words wouldn't come. It was all so humiliating.
Diane pulled my face around and looked directly into my frightened eyes. I could tell by her expression that she read me like a book.
"You fucked him, didn't you, Betty?" she softly said.
"Y-y-yes," I acknowledged in a whisper.
"When?"
"Only yesterday."
"The same day he and his friend double dated with Trudy and Sally?"
She shot up from the bed and paced around the room. At first I thought she was disgusted with me, but then I gradually realized that there was something she wasn't telling me.
"D-Diane," I finally summoned enough courage to speak her name, "are you holding something back?"
She stopped circling and wheeled around to face me. Anguish was etched in her face.
"Yes?" I said expectantly.
"I-I thought I was the only one!" she blurted.
"What?"
"The only one who fucked my daughter's boyfriends. I've been doing it ever since Trudy stated dating. There's so many of them to pick from, and some of them are so good-looking-I just couldn't resist."
The coincidence was insane. So insane that I snapped. All of a sudden I was laughing like a lunatic. There seemed nothing else to do.
Diane regarded me suspiciously, and then joined in. It was the only way to relieve the tension.
"What do we do now?" I asked when she had calmed down. "We know what we've been up to, but we still don't know about Trudy and Sally."
Diane looked at me searchingly before she spoke. "I guess I'd better level with you," she said. "The basketball team rents an apartment in the city for their conquests. They call it their pad."
"How do you know?"
"I made it with the center a few times."
"Why didn't you tell me in the first place?"
"I was afraid you'd figure out the rest."
"And you think our girls might be there with these guys?"
"Most likely."
"Then let's get going."
We went in my car, with Diane giving the directions. Plunging into the heart of the city, we passed though one seedy neighborhood after another. When we got there it was a dump located over an abandoned store-front.
"They're just kids," Diane shrugged. "They can't afford anything better. Although I wish they'd do something about the roaches."
We parked the car and went to the ramshackle building. Diane showed me up the stairs, advising me to be careful, because several of them were loose. Obviously she knew this place like a book.
"Look," she said when we arrived at the top, "this is nothing. You ought to see the place the football team has."
She never ceased to surprise me, If I was a late-comer to a secret life, she had practically invented the concept.
"How about the baseball team?" I found myself asking,
"They have a mountain cabin," she beamed. "It belongs to the uncle of the star pitcher."
Then our conversation was abruptly terminated by sounds penetrating through the door to the apartment. A girl was moaning, and even filtered through the wooden panel her voice was familiar.
"Sally!" we both declared.
I put my ear to the door so I could decipher what was being said inside. "Oh, Buzz," my daughter was gasping, "you're such a tease. Can't you see that Trudy and I are busy?"
"But my cock is burning for some action," he replied. "I haven't even fucked you in the ass yet."
"Save it until later," Sally answered, but she wasn't too convincing. "Trudy and I want to finish making love."
"I can fuck you in the ass at the same time," Buzz insisted.
"Well," Sally giggled, "if you insist."
I looked at Diane. Let's go in, our eyes said to each other.
Without even trying the knob, I put my shoulder to the door and rammed forward. The cheap lock sprang instantly and Diane and I hurtled inside. Slamming the door behind us to further signal our arrival, we confronted our daughters and their boyfriends.
They were all naked, of course. Sally and Trudy were sixty-nining on the bed with my daughter on top. Behind her, the all-too-familiar Buzz was working his giant cock between the parted cheeks of her ass. Over in a chair, Larry, the other boy, was sprawled and jacking-off from the erotic sight of his playmates.
Incredibly, they didn't even seem to notice our sudden presence. Finally I cleared my throat to catch their attention.
Sally lifted her head from between Trudy's legs and lazily looked in our direction. Her face was smeared with glistening stickiness.
"Well, well," she drawled, "look who's here. The Vice Squad."
The four of them laughed. Obviously they weren't in the least intimidated by Diane and me.
"Hi, Mrs. Lawrence-uh, I mean, Betty," Buzz guffawed. "How's your lawn?"
They all laughed some more, especially Sally. It was clear that my daughter was well informed about my affair with her boyfriend.
"Looks like we've got more in common than we thought," Sally smirked.
This said, she wriggled out from between the wedge of Trudy and Buzz, got off the bed, and walked over to me. She was flaunting her nudity, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was beautiful naked.
"How do you stack up against me, Mother?" she taunted. "Why don't you strip and we can compare bodies."
All eyes, including Diane's, turned toward me. I had never felt so self-conscious.
"Well, Mother, what do you say?" It was clear that my daughter's shocking dare was no joke. She was determined to goad me into taking off my clothes.
Part of me wanted to flee. But when I tried to move, I was paralyzed. I immediately realized that this was because another part of me wanted to put Sally in her place.
"What's the matter, Mother," my daughter cruelly taunted, "afraid we'll laugh at your stretch marks and middle-age spread?"
This made me angry. For the first time I was mad. Fighting mad.
I may have been well into my thirties-the mother of two teenage children-but my body was in splendid condition. I didn't have to apologize for it to anyone.
"What's it going to be, Mother," Sally closed in for what she thought was the kill, "put up or shut up?"
From somewhere I summoned a steely coolness. "Sure," I calmly stated, "I'll take off my clothes-" Then I looked around the room and watched everybody reel from the impact of my unexpected willingness to display my body.
While they gawked, I quickly disrobed. Not only was I proud of my body, I now saw it as my most potent weapon to bring my daughter to her senses. Pardon my language, but the little bitch needed to be put in her place by a real woman.
Naked, I advanced toward Sally. She cringed in my path, thoroughly intimated by my unexpected reaction to her frivolous challenge.
I backed her up to the edge of the bed, and then forced her down in the breach of the scurrying Trudy and Buzz. She landed with her knees clenched together, but I pried them open. Now I was staring straight into the sticky maw of her cunt.
"You think you're such hot stuff, little girl," I hissed. "Think you're woman enough to sixty-nine your own mother?"
Sally gasped and gurgled, trying to speak, but the words didn't come. I smiled with satisfaction, knowing that I was completely dominant.
Climbing on top of her, I swung my body around and splayed my legs on either side of her head. My pussy was spreading just inches above her face.
"How do you like it, darling?" I called back to her. "Still think the cunt that delivered you to the world is tired and used up, daughter dear?"
She was still speechless, of course. This was the last thing she'd thought would happen.
"Why don't you taste it," I continued. "Tell me it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever tasted."
I slammed my pelvis down. Abruptly the lips of my pussy were grinding against the lips of Sally's mouth. Squeezing my vaginal walls, I gave her a faceful of steaming juice.
Then it was my turn to taste some twat. The wispy, pink teenage variety. The crotch of my own flesh and blood.
I poked my tongue down into it like I was sampling a pot of honey. The flavor was mind-boggling. Sally had been having sex all night long with three partners, and her sticky twat tasted like it.
Probing deeper and deeper, I socked my tongue into my daughter's snatch to the absolute hilt. I was in so far my teeth were scraping against her girlish labia. Automatically; she began moving her hips.
There was no more conversation now. Perhaps Sally and I were at odds, but the generation gap meant little when we were sucking each other's cunt. Stark arousal transcended our differences, as we began sixty-nining panting, sweating earnest.
The bed springs creaked as our passion grew hotter and hotter. Sally's tongue was just as hard as mine now, and inside me as deeply as mine was in hers. Our wombs were being penetrated simultaneously.
The others were watching in awe. Nobody had expected things to turn out like this. All bets were off.
As befitting one with her long experience, Diane was the first to coherently react. Maybe she was a little jealous of my sudden rapport with my straying daughter, I don't know, but something sure jostled her into action.
"Come here, Trudy," I could hear her say to her offspring. "It's time your curiosity about me was satisfied, too."
"Wha-what d-do you want me to d-do, M-Mother?" Trudy nervously responded.
"Strip me and you'll figure it out for yourself," Diane challenged her. "Once you see my body, I'm sure you'll think of something, if you're half as hip as you pretend to be in that damn diary of yours."
I wished I could see Trudy's face, but I was too busy eating Sally's sweet young pussy. However, I could visualize its shock, and I was sure my mental portrayal was accurate.
"Come on, you little bitch," Diane poured it on, "strip me! Or are you afraid to see your mother naked? Afraid I'll show you up?"
There was an awkward silence, punctuated only by Trudy's labored breathing. Diane had her on the run, that was for certain.
"I guess if I want it done right, I'll have to do it myself," Diane chuckled.
The sound of zippers unzipping, hasps unfastening, and cloth dropping was heard. I glanced up from my daughter's twat just in time to see Diane step out of her panties. There was a collective gasp at the sight other beautifully shaved cunt.
"How do you like it', bitch?" she hissed at her daughter. "Surprised your mother has no hair on her pussy?"
Trudy just stared at the fleeceless wonder.
"You should see what it looks like with a cock inside it," Diane taunted. "With no hair in the way, you don't miss anything."
With that, she went over to Trudy's date, and grabbed the befuddled young man's cock. Leading him over to the bed by his prick, she lay down beside me and opened her legs.
"Come on and fuck me," she said to him. "It's time you screwed a real woman, instead of some silly girl. That is, if you know what to do with that hunk of meat between your legs."
Suddenly her limbs became a giant pair of tongs. Seizing the bewildered teen around the waist, she drew him into the well of her thighs so that his cock plunged straight into her gaping slit.
She literally sucked him inside her. His dick had been about semi-erect to begin with, but it had hardened into a pole by the time penetration occurred. Diane had at least ten inches within her by the time the insertion was completed.
I was proud Diane was my ally, as she really began fucking her teenage prey in earnest. Her ass was squirming around so vigorously on the bed that it was bumping into Sally's adjacent hip, as she screwed the boy just inches from my face.
Confident that my friend had matters under control, I went back to work on Sally's snatch. With the dual action, the bed was being see-sawed, tipping back and forth from the two couples vigorously making love.
This left Buzz and Trudy with nothing to do. The question was whether they would continue to gape in awe, or respond to the erotic stimulus Diane and I had engendered. Their ultimate reaction would be the true test of whether they were as grown up as they had pretended to be until the avenging mothers had appeared.
I could hear Buzz muttering something under his breath to Trudy. "But neither of them is your mother," she wailed in reply. "It's easy for you to say they're making fools out of us when you have nothing to lose."
"Well, you can stand around and watch if you want to," Buzz huffed, "but I've already fucked one of these broads once, and don't see any reason to hold back now."
The next thing I knew, he had joined us on the bed. I could hear him breathing behind me, staring at my bare ass as it bobbed up and down on Sally's sucking face.
"Me-are you g-going to-to…" Trudy stammered. "Fuck Sally's mom in the ass?" "Y-y-yes." "Why not. I've already had enough practice."
While Trudy's runaway breath rasped like an asthmatic's, Buzz pushed his strong fingers into the crack of my butt and ripped apart my cheeks. I could feel his eyes burning against my throbbingly exposed anus.
"The last time I did it wet," he said. "This time I'm going to do it dry. It'll hurt her like hell. Then maybe the old girl won't be so full of beans."
All of a sudden his huge cock was drilling into my tightest hole. He was right, it did hurt like hell. The pain of his charging penetration was excruciating.
My instinct was to lift my head from Sally's cunt and cry out in pain. However, I stifled the reflex, somehow enduring the torture, knowing that if teenagers think they have an adult on the run they're beyond your control.
No matter how hard Buzz shoved, I refused to react in the way which he had anticipated. It was only after he had hilted my ass that I responded, and then it was in the last way which. Buzz had expected.
Instead of cringing, I wiggled my ass as though I wanted even more of his cock inside my tight, dry hole. Rather than screaming out in pain, I sighed and moaned with the sounds of abject pleasure. No teenage punk was going to get the best of Betty Lawrence.
"Can't you fuck me any harder?" I temporarily raised my face from Sally's crotch and called over my shoulder. "You did a lot better than this, yesterday."
"Whore!" Buzz blustered, sounding a lot more like my husband than a teenage boy who mowed lawns. "Rotten bitch, I'll show you how I can fuck! I'll fuck your goddamn ass until I split you in two!"
"Is that a threat or a promise, Horace?" I trillingly put him down by referring to him by his hated real name.
"Don't call me that!" he bellowed.
"Just shut up and fuck me," I threw verbal cold water in his face. "Your cock in my ass is what I'm interested in, not your silly name."
In my final glimpse of him before I returned to my daughter's succulent honey pot, Buzz's jaw had clamped down in such fierce determination that his mouth was nothing more than a thin line. He was livid with rage. I guessed he really would attempt to split me in two with his ripping cock.
So now only little Trudy was left out of the fray. God, what must have been going through the girl's mind as she watched her mother, her best friend, her best friend's mother, and Sally's and her dates wildly fucking and sucking on the overtaxed bed? Which way should she jump?
I could hear her footsteps drawing away, as she went toward the door. She must have turned the knob, because the lock clicked.
But the door did not open.
"No, no, she muttered, "I can't let them do this to me. If Sally's going to be on that bed, her best friend's gonna be there, too."
The lock clicked back into the jamb, and Trudy's footsteps retraced their path. Then she was at the bed, hoisting her naked body to join the rest of us.
She laid herself between the two points of action, bridging the gap with a human link, Her mouth dropped to the union of Buzz's cock and my asshole, while her cunt spread across her mother's face.
Now we were a chain. All five of us were getting and giving something. It was an orgy.
An orgy that didn't have long to go before it was punctuated by male eruptions. I could feel Buzz s tool expanding that tell-tale extra inch within my shit-pit that signaled ejaculation, and I guessed the same harbinger was occurring at the depths of Diane's pussy.
The two boys gasped as though they'd been punched in the stomach. Then the juice tore loose from theft loins and they were flooding Diane and me. I could feel the onslaught of male goo in my rectum, and glancing to my right I could see my friend's vulva abruptly swelling from its liquid burden.
However, the cream greasing the links of our chain was not entirely masculine. Not by a long-shot.
Sally's twat had started to explode in my face. All the residue of her previous lovemaking was washed away by a searing outpouring of fresh pussy juice. The taste of her girlish goo cut through my senses like a blade of a knife.
Then there was Diane. On a hunch, I strained my eyeballs over to the corners of their sockets just in time to see her twat emitting an amber discharge that preceded the excess sperm which ultimately poured out. She had made her pussy as wet with her own secretion as the boy fucking her had been able to do with his semen.
And then there was Trudy. I couldn't see what was happening, but I could hear it. She had her mother gurgling with the heavy gush of her snatch. Diane must have had to swallow at least a pint of her daughter's pussy juice to keep from drowning.
By the time it was finished, we were all friends as well as lovers. The incredible power of raw sex had erased all our differences. The generation gap had been bridged by the ageless university of cocks and cunts.
Today, a daisy-chain of mothers, daughters, and boyfriends. Tomorrow, who knew what?