"Ohhhhhh, Robin… make him stop…" she moaned.
"No, Mommy. I don't want him to stop. I want to watch him come in your hot pussy. I want to watch your face when it crinkles up with your own hot orgasm. I want to watch you experience everything I experienced when Logan made him fuck me!"
"God, this is terrible… beastly! How could you get me into a thing like this, Robin?" Christine wailed.
"To wake you up! To show you that one hard cock's just as good as another when it comes to making your hot pussy tingle. And your pussy is tingling, isn't it, Mommy? You're beginning to drool, Mommy. Oh, there it goes onto my bed."
Christine lowered her eyes. She watched the drop of saliva spread and form a darkened stain. She couldn't believe this was really happening to her.
"It's something I learned just today, Mommy, when I sucked Pete's bucking cock off into my throat. It's not just the prick. Any old prick feels good when it fucks you. It's what's behind the prick, Mommy! It's who the prick belongs to! God, I'm just a young kid, but I've learned it already!"
"Ohhhhhh, it's throbbing inside me!" Christine cried heatedly, amazement coloring her tone. "God, the way he pounds his hairy belly against my ass – like a machine!"
"Not a machine, Mommy. A dog. Just a dog. And if his cock is throbbing, that means he's going to shoot his doggy-sperm up into your pussy. It's hot stuff, Mommy. Hot and slippery. Mmmmmm, I can just feel it squirting up my cunt again!"
Robin tipped her head back for the first time, licking her lips. She'd been holding tightly to her mother. She discovered she didn't have to hold on so tightly any more.
She rocked her pelvis up and down. She was sitting on her tight little ass, with her cunt spread wide under her mother's face. She felt herself getting hot. She felt the juices start flowing from her pussy walls and collecting in a little puddle at her pussy-mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, I wish I had a cock, Mommy," she moaned. "A big, stiff prick jutting up from my thighs. I'd do what Logan did to me. I'd pull your mouth down over it and fuck my cock deep into your mouth and blast hot sperm against your tongue and make you swallow and swallow!"
"Nooo…" Christine moaned, the cry oddly breathless now.
"But no matter how fast you swallow, Mommy, you can't keep up with the jetting spurts of hot, slippery cum, and it squirts from your lips and runs down your chin and drips onto his balls!"
"God, don't…"
"Unless you learn to suck it all the way down into your throat, Mommy – the way I did it to Pete. I didn't lose a drop of Pete's sweet cum. Oh, it was sweet! Like cream! Logan's sperm was all pungent and bitter, and I nearly choked on it."
"Lies – lies!" Christine cried.
Robin's hips churned under her mother's face. "Ohhhhhh, not lies, Mommy – not at all. All you have to do is suck off Logan's cock and then suck off Pete's bucking prick, and you can see for yourself that I'm telling the truth. And when you do that, Mommy, you'll know there's only one way I could know such a thing!"
Robin gasped again. Her pussy was aflame. She wanted to take her hands from her mother's body and finger-fuck her soaked cunt to a flaming orgasm.
"God, I wish I had a cock for you to suck on!" she cried, lifting her hips up and down now.
The muscles of her cunt-mouth squeezed and pulsed. Juice ran from the slippery hole and trickled down her ass-crack to stain the bed.
Christine looked down at her daughter's pussy and moaned again. Her poor young cunt was so hot!
"Robin… oh, Robin," she moaned.
"Mommy, I'm so hot!" Robin cried. "Ohhhhh, do it, do it, do it! Suck my hard cock! Pretend it's a hard cock! Ohhhhhh, Mommy, do it!"
She cried out fiercely and clasped her hands at the back of her mother's head and pulled down hard.
"Yaaaaah!" Robin cried, lifting her hips.
"Nnnnnnnfff! God!" Christine bleated.
But the sound was muffled. It came out in a bubbly way. The gasp of utter shock and alarm sputtered through the wet, silky tissues of her daughter's cunt-meat as her open mouth was plastered down over the wet, quaking hole.
"Ohhhh, Mommy – suck my cunt!" Robin screamed.
CHAPTER SIX
Christine's head spun. Her senses reeled. She tried to stop the whirling emotions inside her so that she could examine all that was happening to her and see clearly what the meaning of it was.
But there was too much going on for her to halt it. She might as well try to still a hurricane so that she could look around the yard and see if she'd forgotten to bring anything into the house out of the blow.
Flavor burst through her senses – a heady, sweet, slippery kind of flavor. She knew it was the taste of her daughter's running cunt-honey, and her emotions took another leap.
She felt the swollen knot at the neck of Midnight's hard, surprisingly big cock, and she had difficulty accepting that it was really fucked up inside her pussy.
She had heard all that Robin had told her about Logan despite her efforts not to listen, and that, too, had caused a reaction that added to the whole of what she was feeling.
And right now – right at this instant – she could hear Robin's cries of unmistakable passion. She could feel the clawlike fingers pressing urgently at the back of her head and forcing her open mouth more fully onto the spread, silky, squashed lips of her daughter's sweet pussy.
The cries had another kind of sound to her – something that harkened back through time to when Robin was a small girl. It was as if she were crying for comfort and love, just the way she used to when she would fall and skin her knee or when she would wake up with fright from a nightmare.
There was a pleading tone to the cries, a calling out for comfort again, as if she were in terrible need.
Perhaps that was why Christine didn't fight harder. Perhaps that was why her lips began compressing gently, as if she were kissing the red wound that was causing little Robin such agony.
Only now the wound was a gash, silky and slippery and hot, like no other wound she'd kissed before. Yet, the agony was just as intense, somehow, the comfort still needed.
And, of course, there was a sense in which Robin had been wounded in this spot between her trim thighs. If half of what she'd said were true, then Christine herself had contributed to some measure to the agony in her daughter right now.
Oh, Carl – Carl, I caused it to happen! she cried inwardly. I must give her my comfort again, Carl. Don't you understand?
Her lips compressed again. She felt the spongy, puffy give of the bloated cunt-lips between them. She savored another trickle of sweet honey from the red wound, swallowed it with a shuddering moan.
Her tongue came from between her lips and explored the incredibly silky texture of her daughter's twat tissues. She moaned again, half her mind aware of what she was doing.
But was what she was doing any worse than having a dog's cock deep in her cunt, fucking her? The dog was about to achieve his satisfaction in her. She was about to give it to him.
The dog was not her own flesh and blood. This whimpering, needing, agonizing girl was. Didn't she owe Robin at least as much as she was going to give a dog?
"Ohhhhhh, Mommy, Mommy!" Robin whimpered urgently. "I need to come so badly, Mommy! Make me come! Ohhhhh, suck me and kiss me and make me come!"
There! Weren't those nearly the same words she had uttered to herself just this afternoon? Were they any the less meaningful now because her daughter had uttered them instead of herself?
God, how she and Robin had been at each other for the past three years! Always on edge, always in combat. Wasn't it time to stop? Hadn't there been enough loneliness with Carl gone? Wasn't it time for mother and daughter to be together for a change in their need for each other?