Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book II

Jennifer, sensing her mother had steeled her mind to continue with this depravity, melted with the deep love which she had for her, plus the sympathy she held for any woman who loved her husband so dearly and with her own similar affection for her father. She gasped as she saw the gangster who had engineered this sinful orgy over her mother's shoulder leering down at them in vile delight, then she shut her eyes, hearing Zeigler's lewd chuckling, and let swiftly flickering tongues and familiar soft hands send out urgent, teasing messages radiating outward along her nerves, and she allowed her own fingers to rub along her mother's rippling satin backsides as she trembled with the strange forbiddeness of her degradation.

"That's it! That's it! More! More!" the gangster hissed down at them.

Spurred on by Zeigler's sex-crazed demands, mother and daughter caressed each other's breasts until they were swollen and throbbing with unwanted sensation and their nipples were four chips of dark rock biting into the other's tormented flesh. Lonnie could feel Jennifer's hot breath on her face and her mind cried out in a futile gesture of anguish, but her hands were moving of their own volition, down over the hot, fevered hips of her naked child, down, down to the moist covering of hair around Jennifer's quivering pubic region. "Oh God… oh God…"

Roger Carmel's teen-age daughter felt her mother's fingers seek out and find her pink, wet vaginal slit, groaned with the lancing, undeniably pleasurable spasm of the contact, and her extended middle finger located her mother's clitoris and returned the attention, tweaking it as if she was masturbating and she was touching herself.

"Enough! Enough!" Sam Zeigler shouted, his rubbery lips drooling uncontrollably as he watched the mutually subjugated mother and daughter fondling each other's female genitals before him and the vast audience on the other side of the klieg lights. His thick, hirsute body was also on display, and he reveled in the exposure, as his blood-sated and pulsing cock stood rigid and his hand stroked it lightly, causing a smear of his male secretion to form on its tip.

"Now you, Jennifer," he panted with obscenity, "you turn upside and kiss your mother's cunt. That's right, get between her legs!"

Jennifer moaned, but began to slide away… down the trembling form of her whimpering mother, giving a shudder of dull abhorrence at the order. Lonnie raised her head to watch in half-revulsion, half captivation as the nubile voluptuousness of her daughter moved up on all fours… she didn't think that Jennifer could do it, would do it… but the girl was already positioning her lovely young moonshapad buttocks over her face, and Lonnie could see the barely mature long pink slit of her daughter's cunt open slightly, and the crevice widen to show the child's hairless, puckered rosette of her anal opening as Jennifer lowered her shoulders down to her mother's open, defenseless thighs.

Jennifer had always considered the act of oral love between two women as incredibly abhorrent, one of those things which, as a little girl, she never allowed herself to think about, but as she sucked in her breath and took a look at the close up, softly hair-lined lips of her mother's vagina and the enticing pink flesh just beyond which was honey-dewed with sparkling droplets of moisture that her own fingers had raised, and then breathed the musky, perfumed scent, she quivered excitedly, flicked out her tongue and teased the fleshy folds. She heard her mother moan and raise her buttocks up off the bed in involuntary reaction, her body twisting slowly from side to side from the grazing tickle of her daughter's tongue. Jennifer eased her mouth inside the now wet, tingling cleft and found to her humiliation that she got an electrifying stimulation from the delicious contact, and she lashed out everywhere, her pink, wet tongue and lips invading her mother's pussy, forgetting in her excitement where she was, or who was under her, as her mind soaked up the ambrosia of slippery female juices and sensitive flesh which quivered violently under her assaulting mouth.

Her mother groaned from deep within her belly and began to pant explosively from the salacious and unwelcome passions which were flowing out of her convulsed loins. She heard her daughter gasp for air and then with a hungry lurch, bury even her nose back into the wild cavity of her cunt, and she begged the young girl to stop… stop before it was too late… but then she realized that it was too late, that she was no longer just enduring the sweet agony and was enjoying the depraved immersion in her cunt. "Oh, no… no, Jennifer… God, that's enough… oh, no more, please no more…" she begged weakly, and she twisted in the grip of her daughter's increasing voracious tonguing, writhing as Jennifer refused to stop, shamefully aware that she herself was unable to break the open, nibbling mouth which was glued to her insanely responding pussy. Her pleas died in a strangled mixture of a sob and a sigh, and her body convulsed as she wanted and yet didn't want her daughter to stop.

Once more the lust-maddened gangster interrupted. "No more!" Zeigler cried out, and Jennifer withdrew her wet, glistening mouth from her mother's palpitating vagina. "I can't stand it any longer! I've got to have you now!"

"How?" moaned Lonnie, fearing the worst. "How?"

Zeigler's mind raced with combinations of perversions and lewd acts, keeping in the back of his mind that the dog must still have his animalistic way with the lovely, cringing wife… his heart slamming in his chest, his mind awash with the pleasures that flamed in mental images, his chest a bellows emitting grunting sounds, he paused… then chuckled with a lascivious glee which glazed the hearts of both his victims.

"I think I'll have Jennifer suck my cock… something which if I know the football team, she's already well practiced at." Then he groaned and grimaced with ugly, satanic lust. "But first I'll fuck the girl my favorite way… in the ass. I already reamed yours out today, Lonnie-baby, and I don't think your daughter should be deprived of the same thrill, do you?"

Lonnie couldn't believe the absolute pit of depravity she had unwittingly fallen into. Even though her passions had been unnaturally aroused and were coursing through her heated blood in spite of her best efforts to reject the ministrations of her daughter's loving tongue in her cunt, the mother was shocked speechless by the impact of Zeigler's words. God, he was going to sodomize hers and Roger's daughter! The obscene thought of the ravishment about to take place right here a few inches in front of her horrified face caused her to groan and grind her own heated buttocks against the bed, and one look at Jennifer told her that the girl was too far gone in her humiliation and shame and determination to save her father to resist.

"Come here, little girl," Zeigler hissed, crooking his finger at Jennifer. He lay on his muscular back, his massive penis jerking with its swollen erection, and as he thought of what was to follow, new sensual spasms of hazy delight taunted his cock to still higher rigidity. "Yes, come here, my sweet one, come to Big Daddy Sam."

"Yes," sobbed Jennifer mournfully, "yes… but please don't hurt me…" She crawled over the well-lit bed, tears stinging her eyes as she gazed stupefied at his immense cock. But the Negro's on the football team had been larger, she told herself, and if she could take his, she could take anything… A phyyric note of vain hope.

"Now, Jennifer," Zeigler commanded, "squat down over me, facing your dear, loving mother. I want her to see just how brave you are when you feel me up inside your rectum, and how you love cock there after you get used to it. You're just like your mother I bet, and she almost went crazy when I fucked her in the ass."