Jane was awake. She was staring up at the ceiling, unwilling for the time being to shift her attention to anything more complex than the cracks in the plaster. Her deep sleep had physically rested her, but hadn't done much for her state of mind.
The phone rang. Someone answered it. From the bedroom Jane could hear her daughters's voice.
Jane tried to ignore it.
"Oh, Daddy!" Christy was bubbling. "I just can't believe it's you. That you're really back in town. Can't wait to see you."
Jane cringed as she heard this. The way things had been going, there could only be one result if Christy and her father got together.
"They'll fuck for sure," Jane bitterly concluded.
Jane's mind was uncontrollably filled with an image of her ex-husband's curving hard-on approaching their daughter's wide-open blonde cunt. Then the mental picture featured Lenny's cock-head slipping into the moist gap of Christy's pussy lips. The rest of his prick followed, inch by inch, until Lenny was fucking Christy to the hilt. As Lenny drove into her, Christy wrapped her legs around her father's waist, wriggling her ass.
"No!" Jane blurted. "I can't let it happen!"
She jumped from bed, dashing toward the phone to stop the call. But when Jane got there, the call had already been completed. Christy was standing there, a dreamy smile on her pretty, young face, as happy as she could be.
"I overheard," Jane confronted her daughter. "I can't let you see your father."
Christy's expression abruptly twisted into an angry frown. "Who's gonna stop me?"
"I will!" Jane declared, "I'll follow you. I'll…"
"You don't need to follow me, Mom," Christy cut in. "Daddy's coming over here to see me. You can even hang around and watch if you want to, just so long as you don't get in the way."
"Watch… what?" Jane gulped, expecting the worst.
"Do I really have to spell it out for you, Mom?" Christy chuckled.
"No… don't say it," Jane croaked.
"Don't say what, Mom?" Christy smirked. "That you don't have any claims on Daddy since you divorced him? That I'm the only woman in this family he digs anymore?"
"But you're not a woman. You're just a girl!" Jane protested. "Too young to know what you're doing. Please don't go through with this."
"Nothing you can say or do can stop me, Mom," Christy firmly stated. "I'm going to do everything I can to get Daddy to fuck me. I just hope he wants me as much as I want him."
"You won't!" Jane issued a strangled cry and threw herself at Christy.
Mother and daughter struggled until they fell, Jane on top. Christy kicked and thrashed, but her mother's strength was superior. Eventually Jane had pinned Christy's shoulders to the floor.
"You can't keep me down forever, Mom," Christy spat. "Why don't you just give up? What are you trying to prove?"
"That I love you!" Jane blurted. "I have to protect you from yourself."
"If you love me, you sure have a funny way of showing it," Christy said, twisting under the weight of her mother's body.
Stung by her daughter's words, Jane acted impulsively, feeling a burning need to prove her love. All of a sudden, she found herself kissing Christy on the lips. Then she recklessly drove her tongue down Christy's throat.
Only the need for air caused the deep, tonguing kiss to be broken.
Jane looked down at her daughter, ready to apologize for her rash behavior, but holding back until Christy spoke first.
But Christy said nothing. She just sighed. Then, abruptly, there was a second kiss. Only this time, Christy made it happen, and it was her tongue darting into her mother's mouth.
Jane couldn't control her emotions. She moved her thigh between Christy's spread legs, forcing up her daughter's skirt.
Now Jane could feel the warmth of her daughter's throbbing teenage cunt. She rubbed, and Christy's ass squirmed in response.
"Your pussy is so wet," Jane whispered when the second kiss had ended. "Is it because of your father, or… or…"
"It's you, Mom," Christy revealed. "The instant you kissed me I forgot all about Daddy. It just hit me all at once. Suddenly it was like you and I were the only two people in the world and nothing else mattered."
"Oh, baby, you don't know how good it makes me feel to hear you say that," Jane panted. "I'd do anything to make you see how much I care for you."
"Anything?" Christy grinned, flexing her damp twat against her mother's thigh.
"Oh, God, yes, sweetheart!" Jane swooned.
Jane tugged at her daughter's sweater, pulling it up and off. Christy's bra-less tits heaved into the open and Jane kissed them all over. Then she sucked a nipple, sucking until it was spiked with arousal before she moved on to the other one.
In the meantime, Christy was stripping away her skirt and panties, making herself naked for her horny mother.
"God, you're gorgeous!" Jane gushed when she realized her daughter was completely nude beneath her.
"Now it's your turn, Mom," Christy said. "Take off your clothes… or do you want me to do it for you?"
"Yes," Jane rasped. "Undress me, baby."
Jane rolled off her daughter, reclining on the floor as Christy hunched over her. First Jane's blouse was undone and her tits were being fondled and licked until her nipples were red and erect. Then Christy moved down, chuckling about saving the best part for last.
"Did I ever tell you that ever since I was a little girl I've been jealous of your cunt?" Christy asked as she removed Jane's skirt. "Always wondered if I'd ever grow up enough to have one like it. So pink and blonde and hairy… mmmmmm!"
Christy ran her fingertips along the rim of Jane's exposed twat, then tasted the sticky juice.
"Sooo sweeeeeet! Oh, Mom, I can't wait to go down on your pussy and really eat you out."
"Then do it!" Jane pleaded, spreading her legs. "Please do it to me!"
"Only if you eat my pussy, too," Christy said. Her mother eagerly accepted.
Now, mother and daughter curled themselves in a lesbian sixty-nine. Christy was on top, diving between her mother's open thighs to suck pussy, while offering her own cunt to Jane's face.
The female tongues resembled oral cocks as they probed the soft pussy meat. Each partner was getting her first real taste of another woman's cunt, but they nevertheless performed like experienced dykes.
"Oh, Mom," Christy moaned with a hairy mouthful of twat, "I've never tasted anything better than your cunt. How's my pussy? Is it sweet enough – wet enough – for you?"
"Mmmmm, your cunt's just perfect, baby," Jane slurped. "Can't get enough of it. If you don't watch out, I might eat a hole clean through you."
"Is that a threat or a promise, Mom?" Christy giggled into her mother's gash.
"Both, if you keep turning me on as much as you are."
"I'll do my best, Mom. This is the most fantastic action I've ever had. Who needs men?"
"You bet," Jane echoed her daughter's sentiment. "As long as we've got each other, cocks might as well not exist."
At this point, Jane caught her daughter's clit just right with the rough side of her tongue. Christy's ass jumped like it had just been burned.
"Ooooh, Mom!" she moaned. "I'm gonna come. Right away. Gonna come in your mouth if you keep doing that number on my clit!"
Jane's tongue scraped her daughter's clit with twice as much friction as before. True to her word, Christy climaxed with a mighty force, writhing and shuddering. The fresh pussy juice her cunt spilled in her mother's thirsty mouth could have filled a tea cup.
Jane feasted on the honey from her daughter's twat with sloppy gulps. Drinking the nectar from Christy's cunt added an element to her arousal that pushed Jane to the erotic edge. Quickly, Jane was climaxing too.
As mother and daughter, came in each other's mouth, their dialogue temporarily ceased and the air was filled with the sounds of continuos sucking.
Jane and Christy wallowed in meat, hair and pussy juice.
The orgasms of mother and daughter renewed themselves several times. Just as it seemed either Jane or Christy might stop coming, a new climax would surface, always stronger than the one it had replaced.
Eventually Jane and Christy were so frenzied that they lost track of which climax was whose. They came as though they were parts of the same being – over and over and over again.
Finally, the sixty-fining wound down. But only because Christy had a brainstorm that she could not resist putting into practice.
"You know what I want to do to you, Mom?" she said when the cunt-sucking stopped.
"Name it, baby."
"This is gonna sound pretty far-out," Christy warned.
"The farther out the better," Jane responded. "Whatever it is, we can find a way to do it."
"Okay," Christy said, "here goes."
She paused, building up her mother's curiosity.
"I want to fuck you," Christy evenly told her mother. "I mean really fuck you. Deep and hard, just like I was a man. Drive into your cunt as far as I can go."
"What'll you use for a cock?" Jane asked.
"There must be something around the house that's long and hard and round that'd make a good prick," Christy answered.
She got up and searched around. Her eyes lit up when she wandered over to the fireplace and looked up at the mantel.
"Ooooh, fantastic!" she squealed.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Jane called. "Close your eyes, Mom, I want to surprise you," Christy said.
Christy took the object she had found and returned to her mother. Jane was waiting with her eyes squeezed shut, grinning with anticipation.
"Can I look now?" Jane excitedly asked.
"Not yet. Got a couple of more things I need for you to do if this is going to be a really special surprise," Christy said.
"Name it."
"On your back, Mom… Yes, that's it. Now spread your legs and open up your cunt nice and wide."
"Like this, baby?" Jane huskily sighed. She had not only stretched her thighs in a gaping V, but was fingering her pussy lips as far apart as they would go. The interior tunnel of her twat fluttered with glistening pinkness, making small sucking sounds.
"Mmmmmmm, couldn't be better," Christy approved.
Now Christy knelt between her mother's open legs, preparing to spring her surprise. The object she had in her hand was more than a foot long, with plenty of thickness to spare. A perfect cock substitute.
"Promise not to open your eyes until I tell you it's all right?" Christy said to her spread-eagled mother.
Jane nodded. "But hurry up, baby, I'm on pins and needles. Don't know how long I can stand the suspense."
"It'll be worth the wait, Mom," Christy purred. "I guarantee it."
Christy fit the far end of the makeshift prick into the gap of her mother's pussy lips, gently testing the fit. It couldn't have been better. The best proof of that was Jane's reaction. With the first inch of penetration she was moaning and flexing her hips.
"Deeper," Jane urged, drawing her knees up to expand the channel of her cunt. "Whatever it is you're putting inside me, get it in farther."
Christy shoved. Several inches of thick hardness disappeared inside her mother's twat. Christy jogged the buried portion of the cock-substitute back and forth in a gentle fucking motion, causing her mother's ass to squirm.
"Oh, what is it?" Jane hornily gasped. "God, it feels almost like a real prick in my cunt. Let me see what you're fucking me with… please, baby, please."
"Just one more shove, Mom," Christy answered. "I want to make sure I get this thing in your pussy good and tight."
Another push and Christy had shafted her mother's cunt at least six inches deep. The free half of the penetrating object loomed up at a jutting angle from Jane's twat, twitching in the air as a result of her crotch writhing.
"Now… now can I look?" Jane asked breathlessly.
"Just a sec, Mom," Christy answered. "I want things to be perfect. Count to ten, then you can open your eyes."
While her mother counted, Christy made her final preparation. She took the exposed portion of the cock-substitute in her mouth, swiftly going down on it. She deep-throated it, her lips poised less than an inch from her mother's pussy when Jane reached ten.
"Okay!" Jane whooped, opening her eyes. However, she couldn't see a thing between her legs except the top of her daughter's head. "What the hell…"
Now Christy drew back. As she did, the half of the cock-substitute she had, been sucking slowly emerged from her mouth, glistening with spit. Finally, the object was fully revealed and Jane could see what it was.
"Oh, my God!" Jane blurted. "A candle! One of those big candles that Aunt Minnie sent for Christmas…"
"Like my idea, Mom?" Christy cut in.
"Like it? I love it!" Jane swooned.
Jane traced her fingers around the rim of her stuffed cunt, then up the jutting half of the candle, stroking the free end as if it were an erect cock.
"But what are you gonna do, baby?" Jane asked. "You don't have anything in your pussy."
"That's the best part, Mom," Christy grinned. "Remember how I said I was going to fuck you? Well, you're going to fuck me, too. Both of us are going to fuck each other – at the same time."
"It's too good to be true," Jane panted.
"Just watch."
Christy straddled her mother's crotch, centering her cunt just a few inches above the outer length of candle.
"Hold it straight up, Mom," Christy instructed. "Just like you were a guy with a hard-on."
"Gotcha!" Jane exclaimed. "Oh, this is gonna be better than the real thing!"
Jane positioned the free half of the candle so the tip was just shy of the slot of her daughter's hovering pussy. Then, slowly, carefully, Christy eased down. The candle entered her moist twat inch by inch, making squishing sounds on the way in.
"Oh, take it, baby, take it all the way up your cunt!" Jane urged as Christy sat on the wax column.
A moment later the cheeks of Christy's ass were resting on the tops of her mother's thighs. The candle was no longer visible because each end was shafting a cunt – the lower half angling down into Jane's twat, the top portion six inches up Christy's pussy.
"Now," Christy told her mother, "let's fuck!" Christy bore down, while Jane lifted her crotch in response. The pussy lips of daughter and mother met and seemed to melt on contact. The tingling buds of their clits poked each other like sharp needles.
Christy and Jane worked their asses. The pressure from their gyrating hips drove each end of the candle far into their cunts.
"Ooooh, that's it, honey!" Jane moaned from below. "Move with me… move with me!"
Mother and daughter fucked each other in a continuous rocking motion, their pussies trading thrusts of the candle. Then Christy added a new feature to the action. Arching her spine, she leaned backward. Several inches of the candle temporarily left her mother's twat, gleaming in the open with the sticky dew from Jane's fuck-hole.
"What are you doing, baby?" Jane asked.
Christy grinned. Then, cocking her hips for leverage, she slammed her crotch down in a blur. Her act propelled the candle as deeply as it would go into her mother's cunt with a jarring impact, and gave her own pussy quite a jolt in the bargain.
"Christ, I'm coming!" Jane cried in response.
Even though she was pinned under her daughter's weight, Jane lifted her ass all the way off the floor. This jammed the upper half of the candle in Christy's twat farther than it had ever gone before.
"Oh, shit, Mom! I'm coming too! What a trip!"
Brimming with orgasmic strength, Jane made things even more interesting as she and Christy climaxed together. Rearing up, Jane hugged Christy and rolled her over. All of a sudden, the positions of mother and daughter were reversed.
Now it was Jane on top. But she didn't sit on Christy's thighs. Instead, she slipped between her daughter's thighs, maneuvering herself into the standard masculine fucking position.
"Oh, wow, Mom, how, fabulous!" Christy reacted. "Fuck me like you were a man!"
To make things even more realistic, Christy wrapped her legs around her mother's waist. Jane's ass bobbed up and down as she drove the far end of the candle into Christy's cunt, while her own pussy grooved on the recoil from her thrusting motions.
Still not satisfied, Jane put her mouth to her daughter's tits and did some expert licking. Soon she had a nipple in her mouth and was sucking it like a hungry baby.
"Oooooh, Mom!" Christy groaned. "If you make me come any harder, I'm gonna explode!"
Jane moved her mouth to her daughter's other nipple. This one she chewed. Christy writhed with orgasm. Through it all, the candle kept surging back and forth in their cunts.
Now it was Christy who turned the tables. Springing up from the floor, she wrestled with her mother. Bodies rolled. When the tumbling ended, Christy was once again on top of the fucking and controlling the thrusts of the candle that linked her cunt with Jane's.
Jane reacted to the switch in positions. "Drill me, baby! Don't just fuck me, split me in two!"
Christy did her best. With every lurch of her crotch, she jabbed the depths of her own cunt almost as much with her end of the candle as she penetrated her mother's pussy with the other half. The result was predictable: dual climaxes for both mother and daughter that kept renewing themselves as long as the two-way fucking continued.
With no man involved, neither female partner needed to worry about shooting her wad and having to start all over again from scratch. In this way, the candle that was the instrument of fucking was actually superior to a real cock.
The action came to a halt only after a violently shared orgasm. As hips shook, asses thrashed, and pussies clenched as if they had teeth in them, mother and daughter finally went too far. There was a snapping sound, and all of a sudden the bond between Jane's and Christy's cunt came to an end.
"Oh, shit!" Christy reacted first.
"What happened?" her mother asked.
"Damn candle busted," Christy grumbled.
"All is not lost," Jane chuckled.
Jane scooted away. She removed her section of the cock-substitute from her cunt, transferring it to her mouth. The wax was dripping with pussy juice as Jane inserted it between her lips and started sucking as if she were attacking a real prick.
Christy quickly followed her mother's example, only she licked her sticky portion of the candle like ft was a candy-cane rather than deep-throating it.
And so the fucking between mother and daughter ended on this slurping note. Jane and Christy capped things off by sampling their own sweet pussy juice, getting the last amount of use from the broken, candle.
Someone knocked on the door.
When they heard it, Jane and Christy stopped and stared at one another, each trying to read the other's mind as the intrusion filled the air.
The knocking continued.
Jane and Christy waited hopefully for it to quit. It didn't, growing in intensity. Mother and daughter winced, knowing by now exactly who had come calling.
The knocking got even louder…