"The family gets it on" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen Donna)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Months went by and the Black family became divided into two camps. Jamie and Rona and Jodie and her father. Rona was an intelligent woman and she knew they were headed toward danger so she made an appointment with a psychologist.

After six visits, during which Rona told him all about her affair with Jamie and her suspicions about Jodie and Bob, the therapist began giving her some advice which Rona took very seriously.

He told her the two camps had to end, that they had to become a family again. He didn't chastise her for her affair with Jamie, but he told her not to depend too much on the boy for sex. As Jamie grew up he would seek girls his own age to sleep with and then Rona would feel hurt and lonelier than ever.

He told her to spend more time with Jodie. He said that teenage girls go through many phases, among them an incredible attachment phase for their fathers. Jodie was undoubtedly in that phase, but it was lasting too long.

He told Rona to let Jodie know she loved her. Women traditionally favor their sons and men their daughters. It's totally sexual, he said and very normal. Nothing to be ashamed of. But, there should be limits set and it's usually up to the woman of the family to set them.

After her eighth visit the psychologist told Rona she was perfectly healthy and to return only to let him know how things had gone at home. Other than that she needed no further treatment. In her heart Rona wasn't so certain, but she promised the therapist she'd try.

Since her affair began with Jamie, her sexual appetite had increased. Rick came around occasionally and they continued their torrid affair. But he was basically a playboy and Rona needed continuity in her life.

She became more obsessed with sex than ever, but discouraged Jamie and the boy began seeing a little redhead with pigtails and the biggest tits Rona had ever seen.

Rona made a date with Jodie one Saturday to spend the day together. When Jodie expressed surprise, Rona told her it was time the women in the Black house became better friends.

"First we'll have a little drink," Rona said to her daughter on the appointed day. "You're too young, but since it's just us girls we'll have a little white wine."

"This is nice, Mom," Jodie said, wrinkling her nose as she sipped her wine. "How come we're doing this?"

Rona gathered her thoughts. "I just thought it would be nice," she said. "I've got an idea. Let's see if some of my clothes fit you. When you were little you always liked to dress up in my clothes. Now we're almost the same size. I think you're old enough to share clothes with me now, don't you?" Rona smiled tentatively and breathed a sigh of relief when Jodie sat forward, eyes shining.

"That'd be neat, Mom," she said. Rona casually refilled the teenager's wine glass, but her fingers shook as she sipped her own. There were silences between snatches of conversation and Rona realized just how long it had been since she'd spent time alone with her daughter.

"Drink up," Rona smiled crookedly. The wine was making her dizzy. She had only black coffee for breakfast. She brought her feet up on the sofa and gazed with glazed eyes at the teenage girl.

Jodie finished her second glass of wine and held her glass out for a third. She giggled a lot, but other than that Rona could see no sign that her thinking was limited by the booze. She refilled her glass.

"Cheers," the older woman said, draining her glass. "Here's to mothers and daughters."

The smile disappeared from Jodie's face. Even in her wine-induced fog Rona knew something was wrong. "What's the matter, darling?" she said. "Did I say something to hurt your feelings?"

"No," Jodie said in a tiny voice.

They sat across from each other and now Jodie rested her head on the back of the sofa and met Rona's gaze. "You can tell me what's on your mind," Rona said. "I am your mother, you know."

"Oh, Mom, I know I can talk to you, but lately I've had the impression that you don't love me as much as you love Jamie."

Rona's heart pounded. She sat forward on her chair and gazed at her sexy daughter. When did the child grow so pretty? When did her figure turn so lush and sexy and womanlike? Her hair was dark blonde and long and she wore it pulled back in a ponytail. Now tendrils of golden curls escaped from her ponytail and clung moistly to her forehead. Her skin, was like porcelain, but her cheeks were pink with the natural glow of youth.

Rona moved a hand to her face and thought how the girl's lips looked like the hairless lips of a lovely pink pussy.

"Oh, honey, that's not true," she said. "It's just that women… men… oh, I can't think straight now. Too much wine, I guess." She moved her hand to her bead and closed her eyes.

"You mean you love me as much as you love Jamie?" Jodie said, sitting forward, her firm young tits bulging out of her tee-shirt.

Rona felt the folds of her cunt contract and moisten in response to the girl's loveliness.

"Just exactly as much," she said. "And your father loves Jamie as much as he loves you. We just show it differently because of the gender thing."

"I'm so glad we're having this talk," Jodie said. "When can we, I mean try on clothes?" She sat forward again and her innocent face shone with enthusiasm.

Rona rose up unsteadily and placed her empty glass on the coffee table. "Let's go up now and do it."

Once in the bedroom Rona began taking sweaters out of her drawer and throwing them on the bed. "Can I try them all on?" Jodie said.

"Sure, take that tee-shirt off and do it now," Rona said, walking to the closet and rummaging through it. "I've got some skirts that might fit you too. And maybe even a dress or two."

Jodie unself-consciously pulled her tee-shirt over her head and grabbed one of the sweaters. "Wow, Mom, this is swell."

She pulled a purple and white sweater over her head. It was a tight fit on Rona, but even tighter on the teenage girl. Jodie blinked as she glanced down at her big tits and prominent nipples. "How does it look, Mom?"

Rona stared at her daughter's boobs. "Pull it down here," she said, yanking at the front of the sweater. "It's a little tight." She tried to smooth it down over her tummy. "I don't like it on you," she said. "The color's no good." She picked up a pink turtleneck. "Try this one."

Jodie obediently raised her arms when her mother pulled the purple sweater over her head. Rona felt warm suddenly at the sight of her daughter's tits. They were so big and womanly, and they almost fell out of the tiny lace cups of her bra.

Jodie smiled as she adjusted the turtleneck. "Better?"

"Not bad," Rona said, handing her a low-cut black sweater. "Maybe I ought to buy a bra like that." She touched the cup of Jodie's black bra. "It's got good support, but it looks comfortable. Here. Try this one."

"It is," Jodie said. "You can try it on if you want to." She pulled the pink sweater over her head and reached back to unhook her bra.

"Oh, that's okay, dear," Rona said, averting her eyes. "I'll try it later."

Rona fought her urge to try on the girl's bra. She knew in some small portion of her brain that she really wanted to see the girl's naked tits. She'd seen her naked hundreds of times, but this was different. This was sexual. Had Bob ever seen Jodie's tits like this? Had he ever sucked them and made love to that?

Her head reeled and Jodie looked hurt and bewildered. "What's wrong, Mom?" she said. "You looked so sad for a minute."

Rona forced herself to smile. "I have a little headache," she said. "I think I'll lie down for a minute."

Jodie followed her to the bed. "Should I get out so you can sleep it off?" she said.

"No," Rona said. "I won't let this ruin our day. Stay with me. It's just a little headache. It'll go away in a few minutes." She lay down on the bed and curled up on her side.

Jodie climbed onto the bed and lay down facing her mother. "Shall I get you something for the pain? Some aspirin?"

Rona extended her hand to the teenager. "Just having you here with me makes me feel better."

Mother and daughter lay side by side holding hands. Rona handed Jodie a pillow and closed her eyes. "Take your shoes off," she said, pushing her own shoes off.

They fell to the floor and she watched Jodie tout of the corner of her eye as the little blonde sat up and untied her running shoes. She rolled back onto the bed and turned to her mother.

"Mom?" Jodie said softly.

"What, dear?"

"Maybe you'd feel better if you got undressed."

Rona sat up and unbuckled her belt. "Maybe I would at that." She unbuttoned her blouse and when it was off, she began to unhook her bra. She smiled at the young girl.

"If I get undressed, you have to too."

"Hey, this bra is killing me anyway," Jodie said, sitting up and reaching back to unhook her bra. She peeled it off her, round firm tits and flung it to the foot of the bed.

With a girlish giggle that sent a chill down Rona's spine, Jodie wiggled around until her jeans were off and tossed them onto the floor. When she lay down and noticed that her mother was naked except for her bikinis, she smiled shyly.

"I wish I was dark like you," the teenager said. She stared openly at Rona's dark thicket, clearly visible through her bikinis.

Rona was aware of her own female aroma and the slightly fresher fragrance emanating from her daughter. Her blood raced with desires that were totally foreign to her. Desires she had never felt before and which made her break out in beads of perspiration.

On an impulse Rona leaned over yanked her daughter's panties down. Jodie looked surprised, but she didn't object so Rona pulled them off her legs and for a brief moment held them against her nose.

"Let me see you," she said to the bewildered girl, kneeling before her and parting her legs.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Jodie said as Rona moved her hands up the insides of the girl's thighs. She whimpered when Rona's fingers reached her golden-thatched triangle.

"Let me see it," Rona said in a hoarse voice as she moved her face against her daughter's twat.

She opened Jodie's tight cuntlips with her tongue and the girl moaned, but lay beck passively and said nothing. She whipped her tongue over Jodie's clit and moved her hands under the girl's firm-fleshed butt, squeezing her gently.

Roan burrowed in, closing her lips over Jodie's succulent pussy-meat while the little blonde gasped and twisted her fingers in her mother's hair.

Rona gluttonously licked the girl's pink pussy-folds and spread her asschecks open. She brought the teenager a tasty twat up to her mouth and fed at the trough of her snatch.

Jodie sighed and panted as her mother swirled her tongue over her clit and licked up and down the length of her slit. Cuntjuice gushed out of her teenaged pussy and the froth covered Rona's lips.

As for Rona, she savored the taste of her daughter's fuck-juices. She ladled some onto her tongue and held it there before swallowing it down. It tasted almost as good as jism to the wildly aroused wife and mother.

"Oh, Mom, that feels so good," Jodie moaned.

"When I do this, honey?" Rona said, dabbing a fingertip at the girl's asshole. Instead of answering, Jodie nodded her head and writhed her ass on the bed. "Should I stick it in?" Rona said.

"Yes, Mom, yes!"

Rona wet her finger with saliva and carefully inserted it in her daughter's asshole. The puckered hole gave way and she inched it inside the teen's grommet. When her finger was knuckle-deep inside the blonde's shitter, Rona proceeded to lick and suck her pussy with almost total abandon.

Jodie thrashed around on the bed, her firm young body alive and trembling and more delicious than anything Rona had ever tasted. She wanted to bring her off, give her pleasure, more pleasure than she'd ever experienced with a boy or even a man.

When Jodie came, she thrashed around wildly, but Rona kept her lips fastened securely to her clit. Jodie's juices drenched Rona's nose and chin and Rona came from the sheer joy of bringing her daughter off.

Now mother and daughter were ablaze with sexual tension. The orgasms they'd enjoyed only served to make them hotter for more. They both sat up and gazed at each other. Rona slipped her panties off and leaned over, her tits hanging over Jodie's thighs.

They were like two animals stalking each other. They both knew they were tasting the joys of forbidden fruit and in that moment Jodie had never felt closer to her mother.

"That was the best come I ever had," Jodie said, falling into Rona's arms.

Rona held her tight and kissed her and the teenager clung to her and wrapped her arms around Rona's waist. "I didn't plan this. Honey," she said, kissing the girl's brow. "I swear I didn't."

"Oh, Mom, I love when you do that," Jodie said when Rona bent down and took one of the teenager's tits into her mouth.

"Your nipples are like little berries," Rona said, tonguing her tits and pressing her nose against the girl's spongy boobs.

Once again Rona eased the girl down on her back and parted her thighs. Jodie drew her knees back this time and smiled seductively while her mother straddled her.

"What are you going to do, Mom?" Jodie giggled. "Fuck me?"

"Look at me," Rona said, prying her cuntlips open and showing herself to the girl. "This is where you came from, darling. You and Jamie both. Five minutes apart."

Jodie's eyes shone. "I feel closer to you than ever, Mom," she said. "I know it sounds crazy, but I feel closer to Jamie too."

"Darling," Rona said, stretching her body out on her daughter's until their lips and tits and cunts touched.

Their cunts pressed together and Rona felt her cuntlips open wide and wet down Jodie's teenage twat. Their tongues met and dueled lovingly and their juices mingled.

Rona knew she wouldn't ask Jodie to go down on her. If the girl wanted to, she would welcome it. But she wouldn't ask for it. Would she?