"Mom! Ohhh, Mom, no!" Amy sobbed, afraid of what her berserk mother might do.
Valerie ignored her daughter's pleas and tied her ankles to the chair legs. Now Amy's plump ass was the highest part of her body, quivering and tensing in the air. Beneath it, the dark curls of her pussy were wet, mute testimony that the young girl couldn't help but be turned on by fear, pain and degradation, even at the hands of her own mother.
"Now, you little bitch," Valerie said, dragging the rubber bulb through the girl's dripping pussy. "Let's see how much of this little twirler you can take!"
And she rammed thefat, wet tip as hard as she could against the tiny, unprepared ring of her daughter's virgin asshole.
"Gahhhh!" Amy's tortured cry echoed throughout the house, and grated Dave's bone. He kept his eye at the keyhole, unable to believe what he saw. The rubber bulb caught briefly, very briefly, before the weight of his mother's thrusting arms and shoulders drove it up his sister's asshole.
"Nuhhhhh…" The girl gave a long, anguished groan as her bowels were rearranged, and then the baton was pulled out just as fast as it had been shoved in. Again, the bulb caught on Amy's ring, then snapped through with an obscene slurp.
With barely a pause between her movements, Valerie drove it back inside until nearly half of the metal shaft had been swallowed. Amy screamed soundlessly, for there was no more air left in her lungs. The baton was pulled back out. Again there was a loud sucking noise. Then back in it went. Again and again.
Alter a few minutes of this, Amy was moaning low and continuously, and the baton was making easy entrances and exits. The girl's bung gaped widely, emitting loud gurgling noises, and letting air escape with loud farts with every plunge of Valerie's arms.
The angry mother was growing tired. Her arms and shoulders ached. And, almost as quickly as it had erupted, her anger drained, leaving her feeling ashamed and fearful of what she had done.
She stared in horror at the baton in her hands, then at Amy's asshole. Oh, God, it looked dangerously enlarged. Valerie knew assholes could take a lot of stretching and still snap back to their regular tightness with rest, but she wondered if Amy's had reached the point of no return.
"Oh, God!" She cried. "What have I done? Oh, Amy, sweetheart, I didn't mean to hurt you this way!" And she hurried to untie her pitiously moaning child.
Amy tottered and would have fallen if her mother hadn't caught her. Valerie laid her daughter on the bed, on her back, until Amy groaned and rolled over onto her stomach.
"Oh, Mom, my ass is on fire. It hurts so much!"
"Maybe – maybe soaking in a tub of warm water'll help," Valerie suggested, worried not only for her child's sake, but for her own. Ben was due home soon, and he'd kill her if he learned what she'd done to his little girl!
Quickly drawing some water, she carried her daughter to the bathroom and gently lowered her into the tub. Amy cried as the warm water hit her distended bung and flowed inside the stretched tube of her shit-chute.
"Please, honey," Valerie pleaded, "say you'll forgive me! Please say you don't hate me!"
"No, Mom, I don't hate you," Amy said, also in tears. The fear was gone, now, and only the pain remained, and she found herself feeling sorry for her mother. She was so obviously suffering from guilt over all this.
"Roll over, honey. I want to see if the swelling's going down," Valerie said.
Amy went on her knees in the tub and stuck her butt in the air. It glittered with the water running from it, and Valerie gently spread the soft cheeks. Her daughter's asshole was still large and inflamed, but the hole wasn't nearly as open as before.
She touched it lightly. "Does that hurt, honey?" she asked, running the finger in a slow circle around the ring.
"N-no, Mom," Amy gasped. "I can hardly feel it."
"How about now?" her mother asked, dipping the finger into the center of the hole and letting it sink to the second knuckle.
"Oh, no, Mom, it doesn't hurt! But please don't touch me there anymore."
"What's the matter, Amy?" Valerie was puzzled. If it didn't hurt, then why was her daughter acting so strangely? She slowly twisted and pumped the imbedded finger, and Amy moaned.
"Oh, Mom! I… I can't help it! I like it, it feels good! I'm awful sensitive back there."
"There, there, dear," her mother soothed her. She continued to run her finger in and out of her daughter's ass. "I guess I owe you some pleasure after all the pain I just caused you," she said thoughtfully.
"Tell me, honey, can you cum from my doing this?"
"N-no, it just helps, ahhhh… to build me up, make it, ahh better!"
"Just stay there," Valerie said, finding herself in the grip of a strange desire to see her little girl have an orgasm.
"Do you want me to rub you off, dear?" she asked, pistoning a second finger alongside the first in Amy's shitter. "I, I don't mind…"
"Oh, yes, Mom! Yes!" Amy cried, thrilled by the thought of her own mother playing with her pussy. Her hips rocked in the tub, sloshing the bath water.
"Oh!" Valerie cried as she was splashed. She wiped her face.
"Sorry, Mom," Amy groaned, wriggling her plump butt to meet her mother's plunging fingers. "I can't help it!" She looked at her mother. "Why don't you take your clothes off before they get soaked?"
Valerie was quick to follow this suggestion, Amy noted, as she enviously eyed her mother's thrusting tits and soft, trembling asscheeks.
"Let me get in with you, dear," Valerie said breathlessly, tingling hotly under her daughter's eyes.
The hot-cunted mother sat in the tub with her knees raised and parted so that Amy could kneel with her hands between them, her cute asscheeks facing Valerie. The teenager wriggled anxiously, her ass and clit itching for stimulation, and her pouting, curly-ringed little pussy dripping with more than bath water as she anticipated the cum her mother had promised.
Valerie tugged on her daughter's hips until her ass was positioned over her head and she was gazing into the pink trench.
"Amy, did a boy ever put his cock up your cunny?"
"Oh, no, Mom! I'm still technically a virgin, don't worry." And she giggled. "Tommy wanted to, but I wouldn't let him."
The big-titted woman sighed with relief. At least she didn't have to worry about her little girl getting pregnant.
"Ahhhh…" Amy sighed, feeling her mother's fingers slip back inside her asshole.
With her first two fingers up Amy's ass, Valerie's thumb made little circles over the wet, hanging folds surrounding her daughter's pink pussyhole. As she watched her thumb slide back and forth across that sexy hole, the hot-assed mother was forced to acknowledge her own lust.
"Oh, baby," Amy heard her mother sigh. "I'm awful, but I can't help loving this!"
"My clitty, Mom! Touch my clitty!"
And as Amy gyrated under her mother's talented fingers, she couldn't help staring at the hairy gash beneath her face. Her mother's cunt looked so much bigger, so much bushier, than her own, and she wondered if it felt the same.
Sliding her forearms under her mother's plump upper thighs, Amy gave in to the urge to explore. Her view was distorted by the rippling water, but her fingers gripped and stretched Valerie's thick, pink lips.
"Ahhh! Oh, Amy!" Valerie cried as she felt her daughter's fingers on her cunt. "You shouldn't…"
But whatever else she was going to say was lost as the excited girl shoved her hands under her mother's cushiony ass and tugged upward. Valerie instinctively lifted her hips and Amy's head descended.
"Ahhh, God!" Valerie cried, shuddering at the sudden heat surrounding her cunt-flesh. The heat spread from her twitching clit down to her quaking, creaming hole. It was her daughter's mouth and tongue!
Amy licked and sucked her mother's pussy hungrily. The flavor, at first diluted by the bath water, was getting stronger, more womanly, not much different then the way Amy herself smelled when she was hot.