Unknown - The willing Usherette

She felt ashamed and dirty thinking about her mother. Julia was such a good woman, so hard working and clean, Betsy was shamed when she thought about what she'd been doing. The little girl shifted uneasily, feeling a moist trickle of love juice leaking out of her plump pussy. That, and the ripples of dirty excitement that she felt, worried her. Could she tell? When Betsy got home, would her mother be able to look at her and know what she'd been doing?

She was so wrapped up in her morbid thoughts that she almost missed her stop. Hurriedly, the little twelve-year-old jerked the bell cord and stepped off the bus. The pussy juice was still leaking out of her and made the hairless folds of her puffy little cunt rub and slip as they brushed together.

It was almost midnight and Betsy was worried. She hadn't been able to call her mother and tell her how late she would be and she was worried that her mother would be angry and upset. The pretty little brunette had a whole mouthful of excuses ready when she stepped through the door, but the second that she saw the glowing smile on her mother's pretty face and the man sitting on the couch, she realized that she wouldn't need them.

"Are you all right, darling? I was so worried, but I hoped that you were working. Did you get the job?"

Betsy heard the words, but realized with a pang that her mother wasn't really worried. The man leaning back on the couch, looking at her, had kept her busy.

"Yes," Betsy bubbled happily. "I got the job and I can make a lot of money. Mr. Simpson, he's the manager, says…" Her happy words were stilled as her mother shook her head in mock anger.

"Ohhhh, no, it's late! You slip off to bed right now, young lady! You can tell me all about your lovely job in the morning!!" Julia caught her by the arm and only paused long enough to perform a quick introduction before she steered the surprised little brunette out of the room. "Dave, this little waif is my daughter, Betsy. Betsy, this is Mr. Henry. He works in my office. Say goodnight and slip off to bed, baby."

Before she realized what was happening to her, Betsy was in her room with her mother standing at the door. Julia had a serious look on her face. "Now, go to sleep, baby. I'll shut the connecting door. See you in the morning."

Betsy was shocked. She stared at the closed door to her room and shook her head in wonder. It was obvious that her mother wanted to be alone with that man. For the first time in her life, the little girl realized that her mother was a human, that she got lonely – and that she needed sex!!

Betsy was shaken. She knew that a part of her childhood was dead, that reality had pushed in and destroyed something very fragile and steadying in her life.

She was tired. Pushing her thoughts aside, Betsy hurriedly stripped out of her clothes and into her nightgown. The pretty little girl refused to think about what was happening to her and around her. She snapped off the lamp beside her bed and felt the sleep creeping in on her before her small head hit the pillow.

Something, a sound, a feeling woke her up! Betsy found herself sitting upright in her bed, staring around her darkened bedroom. The little girl's heart was beating hard and her breath was coming in short, panicky bursts. At last, Betsy realized that there was nothing threatening in the room and began to relax. The little girl was ready to laugh at her fears and go back to sleep when she heard a low, wavering moan of pain and pleasure!

The little brunette felt her nerves jump under her skin and the hairs on the back of her neck lift. Betsy jumped out of bed and headed for her door. That moan wasn't a dream. It was real. And it was coming from her mother's bedroom!

Betsy didn't know what to expect. She could not imagine what would make Julia moan and whimper the way she was. The little girl was frightened and nervous as she crept down the darkened hallway that led to her mother's bedroom. With each step she took, the little girl could hear her mother groaning and whispering to someone.

"Awwwwgh, God! Oh, baby, I… you can't know! Ohhh, honey, it's been so long!" She recognized the sound in her mother's voice and Betsy was tempted to turn around and run back to her room. But the memory of that lady in the audience taunted Betsy and called to her. The little girl felt a sweet stirring between her slender thighs and knew that she couldn't stop. She had to know, had to see what her mother was doing!

The door to the bedroom was partly open, and Betsy found that she could see into Julia's room by pressing her eye against the crack by the hinges. The lamp over her mother's bed was on and it bathed the room in a muted, pink light. Betsy felt her knees shake with excitement when she saw her mother, lying spread-eagled on the bed. Mr. Henry was kneeling over her and they were both naked!

The pretty twelve-year-old shuddered and slowly sank to her knees as she watched the big man work a stiff forefinger in and out of her mother's dark, hairy sex. Each time that the finger sank home, Julia would groan or gasp and shake her naked bottom. At the same time that Dave Henry used his finger to rouse and torment her, the lovely woman's clenched fist jerked and pulled on his huge, swollen cock!

Betsy couldn't tear her eyes away from the prick that her mother was so lovingly stroking. The head of the penis was so big that it made Betsy's tummy twist and turn, it was an angry, dark red, almost purple, and in its one blind eye, she could see thick drops of clear liquid seeping out and drooling over her fingers.

Without thinking, the little girl's own fingers crept up under her shorty nightgown, then slipped under the elastic waistband of the bottoms. It felt nice when she ran her hand down over the soft curve of her belly and then pressed her fingers against the fatty flesh that covered her hairless little mound.

While her mother gasped and whispered to the strange man, the small brunette pressed one of her fingers between the puffy lips of her pussy and wiggled it around, wetting it in the slick, clear oil of her love juice. Betsy still stared at Mr. Henry's big, hairy cock and when she caught herself wondering what it would taste like and how it would feel as it slipped into her open mouth she had to press her free hand against her mouth to keep from squealing out loud.

"In me," Julia panted as she pulled at the naked man. "Please, Dave, I need it inside of me!" The handsome man chuckled and shook his head. Julia moaned and tried again to pull him on top of her naked, writhing body. "Please! Fuck me, Dave!"

"You're not ready yet," Dave whispered, a large grin creasing his face. "You'll have to work if you want it, Julia. You made me wait for a long time, now it's your turn."

Mr. Henry was smiling, but Betsy could sense something dangerous about him and that sense of danger was so thrilling that the little girl shuddered and tried to force the tip of her finger into the tight, unused throat of her vagina.

Dave pulled his finger out of Betsy's mother's cunt and Julia moaned as she tried to arch her body up off the bed to follow it. The grinning man caught a handful of the poor woman's thick, dark hair and jerked, pulling her up until her bruised-looking lips were pressed against the wet tip of his hard, throbbing cock.

Betsy knew what was coming. She felt her whole body begin to glow with excitement and she pressed her little finger so deep in the tight grip of her love sheath that the tip pressed painfully against her tightly stretched hymen.

Mr. Henry laughed softly when her mother whimpered and Betsy pressed closer to the door and strained to hear every word that he hissed at her. "Get on it, honey! I can tell that you want to suck it! Wrap those lips around my cock and suck it. Earn the fucking that you are begging for!"

A tiny moan of sympathy oozed out of Betsy when she saw her mother blush and wiggle. Mr. Henry jerked at her hair and the lovely brunette moaned as her lips went slack and allowed the greasy-looking head of the penis to slip past them and enter her mouth.