After what happened between Ted and me, I started to see my children in an entirely new light. And it wasn't just the sex I'd had with my son which was responsible for this.
Remember that Ted had told me some things about his sister which were most surprising, indeed. Even at the height of my concern about Gwen's boy-craziness, I had never speculated for a moment that she might be doing anything more than a little making out. That she had not been a virgin for some time was the one thing I'd never considered.
Of course, now that I knew, I began to nervously wonder about all soils of things no mother can ignore when she knows her daughter is sexually active. A son's participation in sex is one thing, but a daughter – well, it's a lot different. First and foremost, she can get pregnant.
And a pregnant daughter was a heavy matter. What's more, Don would be certain to blame the whole thing on yours truly.
Realizing I had to pay more attention to Gwen's activities, I began to keep tabs on her.
Oh, why beat around the bush. I began spying on her.
I convinced myself that I was perfectly justified. After all, among other things, I now knew that Gwen had been having sex not only with guys from school, but with her own brother. What if she became pregnant and it was Ted's child?
However, even this was not my greatest concern. If Gwen was capable of making it with her brother, who knew where else her hornily warped judgment might lead her. She might even be fucking someone of another race.
Increasingly, when she left the house, I followed her. More often than not the trail led me to Billy Preston, the kid Ted had mentioned.
At least, I consoled myself, Billy was a well-brought up guy who came from a nice, middle-class family. If my daughter was going to have sex with anyone, I preferred that it be with someone whose parents I knew.
There was only one catch, though, and it was a big one. I could never catch Gwen and Billy in the act. I started to wonder if perhaps Ted had been lying to me in order to cover up his own sexual precocity.
Then one day something happened that shook me to the core. Surprisingly, it had nothing to do with discovering Billy and Gwen naked in one another's arms.
Gwen had said that morning that she was going to play tennis with Billy. She looked so cute in her summer garb of cut-off jeans with no panties, and a bra-less t-shirt. I was sure if there was really something between them beyond puppy love, Billy wouldn't be able to resist making love to her and I'd catch them fucking at last.
However, to my surprise, when I drove by the tennis courts, Billy was there playing with another guy. Stunned, I sat in the car and watched them play for over an hour before I realized that Gwen was nowhere around.
Then, when I was getting ready to leave, Billy and the other guy finished their game and walked off the court. Seeing that they were going to a secluded area that was concealed from passers-by, I decided to eavesdrop on them with the idea of obtaining a clue as to my daughter's whereabouts.
The conversation I overheard had the effect of answering questions I had been asking myself for days, while at the same time raising a legion of entirely new ones.
"What time are you supposed to meet Gwen today?" the kid whose name I didn't know asked Billy.
"Around four," Billy answered. "She's going to be on the road all day."
The road? Where was she traveling on a hot summer day like this one in those scanty clothes she was wearing?
"That Gwen is really far-out," the other kid said.
"Yeah," Billy sighed, "she never says no to anybody. She's really got balls."
"Don't you mind Gwen using you for a cover-up for what she's doing?" Billy's companion wanted to know.
"Naw, why should I?"
My feet started moving backward as I recoiled with shock. The mystery was starting to clear up with the impact of a punch to the jaw. However, being a glutton for punishment, I lingered just long enough to have my suspicions definitely confirmed.
"Does she make it with everybody who picks her up?" Billy's friend asked.
"The horny little bitch can't get enough," Billy laughed.
Instinctively I looked at my watch. It wasn't even noon yet. There was still plenty of time before the four o'clock deadline.
By the time I'd reached my car, I knew exactly what was what. Gwen's sex-life was so promiscuous she didn't even want her brother to know the truth. The stuff she'd told Ted about Billy Preston was merely a cover-up for something far more shocking than a little experimentation. As hard as it was to accept, my daughter was spending her days hitchhiking for sex.
The instant I turned the key in the ignition and the motor rumbled, I knew what I was going to do. If Gwen's rendezvous with Billy was at four, I had several hours to track her down.
All I had to do was drive and keep my eyes peeled – sooner or later I was confident I'd find her. When I stopped to give her a ride, the little slut would get the surprise of her life.
It didn't take long. A sixth sense directed me to the outskirts of the city where a multitude of gas stations meant that rides would be easy to get. She was standing several hundred feet from a station, looking sexy as hell in her cut-off jeans and tight t-shirt. Even through the hazy smog, she stood out. I stopped several hundred feet in front of her so she wouldn't recognize the family car right away. Honking the horn like I was ready to play her game, I slumped down in the seat so she couldn't tell if I was a man or a woman.
She got right up to the door before she got wise. Then, with a kind of perverse satisfaction, I watched her eyes bug out of her pretty little head when she realized what was happening.
She started to run forward, but I drove the car right along beside her. When she switched direction, I just threw it into reverse. I was determined not to let her get away.
Finally she gave up. However, if I thought she was defeated, I was wrong. Her expression quickly changed from a confused girl's to a hardened woman's.
By the time she got in, I felt like I was the one on the defensive. "Okay, Mom," she snapped, slamming the door behind her, "if you wanna give me a ride, you're gonna have to do things my way."
"W-what's that supposed to mean?" I stammered nervously, having second thoughts about all this. All of a sudden I wondered if I had bit off more than I could chew.
"Start driving and I'll show you," she coolly replied.
When I hesitated, she slammed her foot down on mine, sending the accelerator to the floor. The car lurched forward and it was all I could do to keep from avoiding an accident. It was several seconds and several near collisions later before I was able to look her way again.
"Well, how do you like that?" she said smugly. She had removed the t-shirt and I was looking straight at her bare tits.
I was speechless. By the time I regained my equilibrium two more wrecks had been narrowly avoided.
"Pretty neat tits, huh, Mom?" My daughter grinned at me. To emphasize the frankness of her statement she had her hands cupped under them, pushing them out from her chest. The nipples were erect.
"I… I don't know what to say," I stuttered shakily.
"Maybe this'll give you some ideas," she leered, dropping her hands to her waist.
In an instant the cut-off jeans were open and sliding down around her honey-colored thighs. The triangle of her pubic floss was there for me to see.
While I kept driving, she kicked the shorts off altogether and parted her legs, putting an ankle on the dashboard for a maximum spread. Her pussy was so open I could look right up into her body.
But it was whiter in there than the customary pink. My nostrils flared from an immediate fishy odor.
"How do you like the smell?" she asked.
There was no way I could ignore it, of course. It smelled like an open can of tuna that somebody had left out in the sun.
"It's cum," she stated matter-of-factly. "I've already been fucked by six guys today and haven't had a chance to get to a john yet and clean myself out. Pretty raunchy, huh, Mom?"
I looked away, knowing now that the whiteness choking my daughter's cunt was the congealing sperm of a half-dozen strange men. However, she was not willing to accept my timidity and snagged a big glob of it and thrust it in my face.
Coughing from the reek, I temporarily lost control of the wheel and just missed a truck coming from the opposite direction. The danger she had caused didn't seem to bother Gwen in the least. While the horns were blaring, she smacked her lips and calmly sucked the jizz from her fingers like she was eating a melted candy bar.
"I've fucked so many guys already today," she said after we were safe, "that I was hoping a woman would pick me up this time. There's nothing like a pair of tits and a nice soft pussy after all those hard, hairy cocks. Know what I mean, Mom?"
I tried to react as though she were speaking a foreign language and I didn't understand a word she was saying – but, of course, it was no use. Her beautiful naked body spoke volumes that I could not ignore.
Then, to make matters worse, she grabbed my hand and shoved it between her wide-open legs. Suddenly I was feeling her cunt, and it was as wet as it looked.
Now she closed her thighs so I could not get my hand free, even if I should want to. "Finger-fuck me," she ordered, "or I'll put my foot on the gas again, and this time I'll kill us."
Feeling I had no choice, I extended my index finger into the gooey mass of her twat. Despite the swamp of male cum that drenched her box, the tightness I felt inside was incredible. Her pussy muscles were in perfect tune, and she knew just how to use them.
We drove like this for several miles. Gradually two other fingers joined the first in her snatch and I was moving them. From the way she moaned it obviously hit the spot for her.
"There!" she exclaimed when a dirt road appeared ahead of us. "Turn off there and drive into those trees so we can really get down to business. I'm so hungry for some pussy I could scream."
The spot she'd picked was completely isolated.
Anything we did there would be just between us. The privacy was a turn-on in itself.
A cool breeze was blowing from the south and there was soft grass on the ground. In other words, it was a perfect location for love-making.
Gwen's toughness seemed to fade when we got put of the car. There was no denying that she was an exceptionally beautiful girl. With the peaceful backdrop of nature softening our confrontation, I began to feel erotic eagerness build within me to uncontrollable proportions.
She detected this and began to undress me. I was too far gone to resist.
Soon she had me stripped and was fondling my tits. Her knee had forced its way between my thighs and was pressing against my pussy. Expertly, she stoked my sensual fires until I was breathless and my heart was beating like a jungle drum.
Gradually we slumped to the grass. By the time we were lying side by side, she was no longer doing all the work. It was I who initiated the first kiss, and it was a long, deep one with my wriggling tongue stuck down her throat.
Rolling over on top of her, I squashed her breasts with my mature tits. It was an erotic act in which only two females could engage, and it was wonderful. Since Ann and I had broken up I'd forgotten just how satisfying the body of someone of my own sex could be.
Down below, our cunts lathered from the rubbing of our thighs. The pleasure was uniform and constant because one woman instinctively knows just exactly where to touch another woman.
By the time we had broken the kiss for air, I was the one who was, the aggressor. Giving up to parental authority, Gwen was now willing to let me call the shots. Only my imagination and middleclass inhibitions stood in the way of perfect love-making, and my lust was doing its best to make certain they were not negative factors.
Just like anybody in their right mind, I began to explore Gwen's mouth-watering charms the way a military strategist pours over a map of contested terrain. Each new part of her nubile anatomy was more delectable than the last.
Sliding my tongue from her face, I lapped just about every square inch of her vibrantly pink flesh from her neck on down to her waist. Her firm, young body was a smorgasbord of carnal delights.
Her blossoming tits were like delicate blossoms of firm flesh. Her nipples like petals of an incredibly sturdy flower. Her navel a miniature pit of tongue-tingling sweetness.
Then I moved down to her waist and it was so slim. I explored its svelte diameter remembering when I was her age. How lonely I was – how unsure of myself. I was convinced I was gawky and unattractive. If only someone had let me know that I was on the verge of becoming a woman, maybe I wouldn't be so neurotic today.
I think about what it would have been like if my mother had stopped keeping house and yelling at me long enough to make love to me the way I am doing to my daughter.
When my Gwen moaned, "Eat my cunt, Mom," it seemed to me in my fantasy as though it was I saying it to my mother.
I did what I wish my mother had done to me. I stuck my tongue into the gushing crack and began to lovingly taste my daughter's sweet cunt.
It was fantastic. We couldn't have been closer. Isn't this the way God intended mother and daughter to be?
"Sixty-nine, Mom," Gwen urged. "Eat my cunt while I eat yours."
It was the perfect suggestion. My pussy was blazing, and a tongue inside it sounded like a wonderful idea.
Slipping into position, I closed my thighs around my daughter's face. At least she had the pleasure of tasting her mother's twat. To this day, I can't even remember what my own mother's looked like.
We went down on each other then. Deeper and deeper we orally probed. The female juice gushed without restraint. Mother and daughter… sucking cunt.
I was coming so hard my body was shaking.
And, to my extreme satisfaction, the same thing was happening to Gwen. Especially when my tongue strayed from her snatch and licked her spotless asshole as well.
She sampled anus too, of course. Maybe it was older and showed more signs of use than hers, but it was just as sensitive.
We were rolling all over the grass, orgasming as though our locked bodies were a single entity. Our moans filled the balmy summer air. We were a study in the glory of nature.
This was perfection. Then, wise beyond her years, my daughter improved on perfection.
She got off me. Then, while I lay on the grass with my legs spread, Gwen slipped her slim trunk down between my thighs. She was facing me in the same position that a man would use to fuck me.
I got the idea immediately. "Fuck me!" I cried. "Fuck me with your cunt!"
Instantly I could feel the scalding wetness of her spongy little pussy pressing against my larger one. She began rubbing her hard crotch against mine. Our shared climax was unbearably wonderful.
With our pussy lips and clits intermingling as one, our oozing discharges mixed. There was a mutual friction that felt as exciting to me as any cock that had ever fucked me.
My daughter. Fantastic!
Our hands reached out to each other's tits. We stimulated our erect nipples while our twats ground into one another.
"Wrap your legs around me, Mom!" Gwen gasped.
My ankles locked around her shoulders, as we pumped at each other even more furiously. The feeling was so intense that I felt as though her clitoris was actually penetrating me.
I was already on an orgasmic plane of unparalleled elevation. However, after a couple of minutes of trading and sharing mother-daughter pelvic thrusts, I felt as though I had been launched into outer space. I felt like I was discharging quarts of pussy juice and being drenched by similar amounts of the scalding contents of Gwen's over-active cunt.
"My God!" I screamed. "I'm in orbit!"
"Welcome aboard," my canny daughter replied as our bodies locked even tighter. We seemed welded together in a journey into sexual infinity.
Later, as we lay on the grass together listening to the birds sing, Gwen gently stroked my tits, while I placed a hand in her warm, moist teenage cunt. It was the most tender moment I had ever shared with anyone.
"I love you, Mom," whispered Gwen.
For the first time in my life I felt I understood what being a mother was all about.