Susan had seen everything, of course. Sneaking into the house to surprise me, she had walked in on her mother making love with a man other than her father for the second time. Huddling in the hallway, she had witnessed everything between the next-door neighbor and me right up to the point where Steve had filled my cunt with his cum.
The fire engines had sent her scurrying into the bathroom. Once there, however, she was too crest-fallen to try and hide. Instead she gave into her emotions and just sat down and cried.
After our confrontation my daughter refused to talk to me. It was clear she was very hurt. I got in touch with the boarding school, but quickly learned it was no longer a viable alternative for Susan. "Your daughter is too difficult for us, Mrs. Harper," the Dean laid it on the line. "Her adjustment has been extremely poor, and frankly we were relieved when she made the decision to terminate her studies with us."
"Then you won't take her back?" I asked.
"Not under any circumstances."
My next move was to swallow my pride and try to get in touch with Ernie. It was all for naught, though, because his mother informed me that he was on a special long-distance haul to Alaska. He might not be back for a couple of months.
So there I was, sharing a house with a daughter who loathed me so much that she refused to talk to me. I was at wit's end trying to think of a way to get through to her.
In desperation I went to the library and checked out every book on child psychology I could find. I prayed that the experts could at least provide me with some kind of clue as to how to alleviate this unbearable situation.
Through the psychology books I came to realize that Susan's anger was not so much directed at me, but focused inward. At the relatively tender age of fourteen she was still naive enough to take the blame for my unacceptable behavior. She felt she must be a bad girl indeed to have such an awful mother; that she had gotten the mother she deserved.
Armed with my new understanding of her plight, I tried my best to get through to my daughter. And the development on which I was chancing everything occurred in a completely unanticipated fashion. I had never considered the possibility of the door opening while Susan was sound asleep.
"Mommy, Mommy!" I heard her call from her bedroom. "Mommy, something awful is happening!" It was not the voice of a young woman, but that of a small child.
I ran into her room and found her crying, shaking and drenched with sweat in her sleep. Imagining that she was a little girl again and having a nightmare.
"Tell me what happened, darling," I asked.
"It was coming after me," she whimpered.
"What, sweetheart?"
"A… a… man," she verbally stumbled.
"A man was chasing you?"
"No," she shuddered. "Not all of him. Just his… his… thing."
"You mean his penis?"
"Yes, Mommy," she responded to my approach, "his penis was big and hard. Bigger than Daddy's." Her entranced eyes were getting as round as Little Orphan Annie's.
"Why was the penis chasing you, darling?" I delved.
"It was trying to get inside me!" she squealed with fright.
"Inside your vagina?" I asked in an even voice, desperately trying to conceal my inner concern.
"At first," she answered breathlessly, "but then it was trying to get inside my butt, too. The man was trying to get his thing-uh, penis-inside the hole in my butt."
"How far did he get?"
"Just the head of his thing-uh, penis-against the outside of my hole."
"Dear, if you're having trouble thinking of the right words, just go ahead and call them whatever you want. Mommy understands."
"The man's cock was trying to fuck me in the cunt and ass," she graphically stated the plot of her nightmare.
My eyebrows raised as I temporarily lost control of the cool I had struggled so hard to maintain.
No matter how nervous it made me, if anything I should encourage her to go on. If permitting her to talk dirty would put me in contact with Susan at long last, I had no choice but to go along with it.
This was definitely no time to scold her. I must comfort her. Make her feel better. Show her that the Mommy she had thought betrayed her still loved her unquestioningly. Go along with her to the limit.
"I'm so scared, Mommy," Susan responded to my restraint.
"Do you want me to hold you, darling?"
"Could you do something else, Mommy?" she asked. "Something that always makes me feel better."
"Whatever you want, sweetheart."
"There's a little button at the top of my cunt," Susan replied with pink-cheeked innocence.
"What happens when you press this button you're talking about, hon?" I asked.
"Mmmmmm, it feels so good," she gushed. "A lot of times I do it to myself, but it would feel even better if you did it, Mommy."
"Would you like Mommy to do it to you now?"
She vigorously nodded her head "Good," I smiled warmly. "I'll just fix my little girl right up. And when I'm through, you'll be able to sleep like a baby until morning. And then tomorrow we'll have a nice, long mother-to-daughter talk."
"Oh Mommy, thanks a million," Susan smiled for the first time since I could remember. "You're the best mother a kid could ever have."
My spirits soared. Even though Susan was talking in her sleep, I was ecstatic.
"Just relax, dumpling," I soothed my little girl. "lay back and spread your legs so Mommy can reach under your nightie and press your magic button."
Looking intently downward, I watched her sleek thighs part. The nightie rode up around her trim waist. Suddenly my eyes were riveted to the pulsing mound of Susan's wispy fourteen-year-old cunt.
As her mother, I had seen my daughter's developing vagina countless times. However, this was the first time I'd seen it as a sexual organ.
A pussy.
My little Susan's cunt, I thought with parental pride, as I reached between her widely spread legs. After all the pain, what a wonderful moment this was.
Finding her labia, my fingers gently plucked them apart. Susan's pussy lips were like the tender petals of a budding flower.
Now my daughter's twat was open and I was looking inside the hottest part of her fourteen-year-old body. Moist, red tissues sucked at me. Susan's cunt was wet.
"The button I told you about is at the top," she reminded me. "Lick it with your tongue, Mommy."
I didn't even stop to consider where she'd learned about oral sex. Having at last discovered a technique that would bring my daughter back to me, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Keeping the delicate lips apart with my fingers, I lowered my face to my little girl's sweet-smelling crotch. I tongued around the apex of Susan's pussy, seeking her clit.
Suddenly she jumped, her slender hips bucking into the air. "Oooooooh, that's it!" she moaned excitedly. "That's the magic spot, Mommy! Keep doing it! Ooooooh, doing it!"
The instant she mentioned it, I could feel her clit against my tongue. It was hard, feeling like the sharpened end of a ten-penny nail as it gouged into my oral flesh.
Having found Susan's so-called magic button, I stopped relying on just the tip and began to rub the rough, flat of my tongue over the throbbing protrusion. The friction started her compact little ass rolling, just like she was being fucked.
"Mmmmm, I'm coming… I'm coming," Susan murmured. "Mommy, you're making me come sooooo hard!"
God, I was so glad.
And if Susan loved the way I was eating her beautiful cunt, I'd give her even more to come about. Without hesitation I now swung my body back around so that my box, bare as usual beneath my skirt, dripped onto Susan's shining face.
"Ooooooh, Mommy, I want to eat you," Susan said, getting the idea immediately. "Your pussy is so much bigger and juicier and hairier than mine. It looks like a big pie."
"A hair pie, darling," I chuckled. "And you just go ahead and eat all you want. Make a pig of yourself, sweetheart."
I sat on her face without delay. Abruptly I could feel my pussy spreading, the lips sliding wetly across Susan's face while the gorge widened at the center of my straddling loins.
My little girl didn't have to be told what to do once she had a faceful of Mommy's cunt. Immediately she hardened her tongue into a miniature spike and pounded it up my snatch. When she began reaming and pumping me, I started to orgasm right away.
Then she started gnashing her teeth against my turgid clit.
And, besides, Susan's cunt was such a dream. It was the softest and warmest and sweetest part of an exceptionally soft and warm and sweet young woman, who also happened to be Mommy's little girl.
It was a mother's right to lick such a tender crevice. Of that I was sure.
And a loving daughter's right to orally explore her mother's most private part. To taste and learn about the kind of cunt hers would resemble in a few years.
The room was filled with our slurping and moaning. We were eating each other's pussies with greater and greater hunger.
I could feel Susan's young body shaking beneath me. The deeper I poked my erect tongue down her honeyed slit, the tighter Susan's adolescent cunt became. She had muscles down there like steel cables.
She wrapped her legs around my head, locking the ankles at my neck. This made my tongue almost seem to reach her spine, I was orally fucking her so deeply.
An added bonus of Susan's jack-knifing was that her top half shot up at a corresponding angle with the bottom portion of her naked body. In other words, her lurching head lifted my ass into the air. Then her teeth and lips actually entered the chasm of my cunt.
I began coming in a way I had never before experienced. This was my first time with either all-female love or incest, and apparently the twin taboos were ganging up to give me the orgasm of my life.
The harder Susan chomped away at my pussy, the more fervidly I reciprocated with my mouth on hers. The age-gap was melting now-we were just two bitches in lesbian heat.
We chewed and licked, gnashed and lapped. And always tongue-fucked.
It was oral sex at perfection!
But leave it to someone with the gift of youth to top perfection. A fourteen-year-old who hasn't yet learned the adult habit of settling for too little.
Suddenly my little girl's steadily flowing cunt juice wasn't all I was tasting. Another warmer, thinner liquid was at first joining it, and then swamping everything in its path. And the taste was even sweeter.
Susan was hotly pissing in my mouth.
I loved it!
Immediately I flexed my bladder, prompting it to give its all. I was all in favor of putting out a little bit of liquid innocence myself.
Did I say little bit? Hell, I pissed like a horse, drenching my giggling daughter with a copious stream of scalding yellowness.
By the time we were finished drinking, our bellies were both bloated and we were reeking with the bitter-sweetness of freshly spent urine. It was a delicious feeling, and we soon began to take turns rubbing it into one another's tingling flesh.
Then we made love all over again. This time we stuck our fingers inside each other's cunts and made ourselves come that way. I'm telling you, when Susan knotted her fist within my fuck-hole, it felt exactly the same as the head of a huge cock.
Of course I could only get a couple of fingers inside Susan's tighter and younger pussy, but I made them count. Best of all, I made her piss two more times.
What a night! The best of my life.
And I was sure that tomorrow and the next day would be. even better. This was just the beginning.
I had my daughter back.