Heather Brown - Wild housewife

Feeling I had no choice but to obey, I sealed myself in darkness and waited for the promised thrills to begin. I couldn't wait to find out what the little sex fiend had planned for me.

My first clue was when I felt her lithe, young body swinging on top of mine. Then I smelled pussy and opened my eyes to look straight into her wide-open fourteen-year-old crack. I didn't have to be told to start sucking.

While I was hungrily devouring Susan's wispy twat, I felt her mouth begin to suction against my hairier pussy.

So this was it: we were going to sixty-nine while she was giving me an enema. What a delicious idea!

Only after both of us had a mouthful of spasming pussy did Susan raise the bag so gravity would make the water flow. Suddenly it came racing down the tube stuck in my ass with a deafening hiss. When it discharged into the vulnerable cavern of my colon, I felt as though I'd sat on an erupting volcano.

Expanding and expanding, my bowels became unbelievably taut. They must have been holding at least two quarts of hot, soapy, enema water.

Holding it within me as long as I could, I gloried in the bloated agony at the crux of my being. Sex with pain is the ultimate turn-on for a woman of any age.

My water retention reached an end when the tip of Susan's tongue penetrated my cervix and began tickling the ultra-sensitive mouth of my womb. The orgasm that spread through my body seemed to tear every muscle loose from its mooring, and that included the ones responsible for my bowels.

All of a sudden my colon exploded like a water-balloon thrown from a fifth story window. A tidal wave of soapy shit came roaring from my butt, splattering noisily against the porcelain sides of the tub. The stench was ripe, reeking, unbearable, and lovely.

Needless to say, Susan didn't flinch an inch while the molten crap was cascading from my ass. Nothing was going to stop her from sucking my cunt.

Now I had my eagerly awaited anal orgasm. It was shooting off sensory sparks in the same electric fashion as the long standing climax in my tongue-engorged pussy. Then, finally, the two thunderbolts joined into one huge, flashing neon sign of coming.

Long after the enema flow had ceased, Susan and I continued to make passionate oral love in the sloppy tub. The continuous release we shared seemed as though it would never stop. It was the most glorious excitement I had ever shared with anyone. The promise of the previous night had been fulfilled.

Now that Susan and I finally had it together there was the problem of Ernie. Eventually he would return from Alaska and would want to know why she was living with me. Any confrontation promised to be an ugly one.

We had to get away. But how? The bank account on which I'd been drawing was almost depleted. I had to get some money, and quickly, or the dream world in which my daughter and I were living would come crashing down around us.

"We're in trouble," I admitted to Susan. "We're broke, and your father might return to the city at any time. He might let me have some money so I won't make trouble about the terms of the divorce, but not without insisting that you go back to school."

"No way," Susan firmly replied.

"Then we're going to have to do some brain-storming," I said. "Reality is closing in on us." We both sat and thought in silence. My mind kept coming up a blank. As the minutes ticked by, I found myself depending more and more on Susan's youthful imagination to spark an idea that might save us.

It didn't look good; though. She was slumped listlessly in her chair, as though crushed by the weight of our dilemma.

Then, without warning, she bolted upright. I could practically see a bulb lighting up above her head.

"What is it, sweetheart?" I anxiously asked.

"Sell the house," she declared.

Of course, why hadn't I thought of it myself? I'd always hated the place. And since it was still in my name there was nothing to stop me from unloading it and taking the money and running.

"Okay, I'll do it," I agreed. "The only question is where will we go after we leave here."

"The country," Susan firmly told me. "That's where it's at, Mom. With the money you get from the house, you can buy us a farm. Nobody will bother us out there in the boonies."

Naturally I agreed. Now that I'd seen the light, Susan's idea seemed like a description of heaven on earth.

The house sold quickly. As a matter of fact, I made a hefty profit over what Ernie had originally paid for it.

Susan and I found ten secluded acres in the back country, and settled down there with nobody around us but our animals. We had pigs, a goat, chickens, a big German shepherd named Brute, and a palomino pony named Firestreak.

At last we were as close as a mother and daughter should be on a full-time basis. Every night when we crawled into our big double bed together, I thanked my lucky stars that things seemed to be working out so well.

During the weeks before school started, we were together constantly. Everytime we made love-even if it was the third or fourth time in a day-was better than the last. I couldn't imagine how I had ever lived my life any differently.

Then the leaves started to change their color and fall from the trees.

"I'm taking Firestreak into the village," Susan said to me one morning as I caressed her naked body, thinking we might make love before we got out of bed to face the day.

"What for?" I replied with surprise.

"Have to," she said, swinging up from bed, and greatly disappointing me as she went for her clothes. "I've got to get some school supplies."

"Oh… that."

"I'm not crazy about the idea, either," she said, "but I don't see where there's any choice. If I don't show up at school, before you know it the Child Welfare will be poking around. And considering our life-style, Mother, I don't think we can afford that."

There was no way I could logically argue with her, of course. Susan had hit the nail right on the head.

Once Susan was away at school everyday, I soon learned that living on a farm can definitely have its drawbacks. On some days, without my beloved daughter's companionship, it seemed like the most isolated place in the world.

I was so horny most of the time while Susan was gone that I even resumed my old habit of masturbation. However, it did no lasting good. Even fucking myself with big, thick cucumbers failed to quench my perpetual lust.

Eventually I began taking long walks to help work off my tension. We owned plenty of land, so I decided to explore it. To keep me company, Brute, our German shepherd, followed along beside me.

Together Brute and I discovered a lot of interesting places. Even though it was fall, the weather was still reasonably warm.

"Gosh, Brute," I wistfully sighed more than once to my handsome dog, "I wish you were Susan. Then this really could be perfect."

He was an intelligent dog, and it was clear he could understand that I missed my little girl.

One afternoon we found ourselves in a meadow that was still green despite the season. It seemed like a postcard of the summer I had just experienced. Uncontrollably I started sobbing: from joy because of all the pleasure the summer had brought me; in sadness because it was now over.

Seeing that I was in emotional distress, Brute stood up on his hindlegs and tried to distract me. When I continued to cry, he began licking the salty tears away from my face with his rough but gentle tongue, and wagging his bushy tail.

"What a good boy you are," I said. "I guess I shouldn't be too upset as long as I have a loyal friend like you."

This sent his tail swishing harder.

"Let's lie down in the meadow and enjoy the scenery," I suggested, feeling much better as a result of his concern. "It really is a beautiful day."