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CHAPTER SIX

Ellen slapped Carole's hand away, but by then it was too late. That finger had left a fiery trail behind it, and the trail led straight to Ellen's clitoris. She clamped her thighs closely together and clasped her hands tightly over her belly, almost ill with the unwanted lusts now raging through her, and the cause of it all sat there laughing at her. Outraged, Ellen jumped up from the couch to head for a cold shower, and Carole grabbed the back of her negligee and yanked her mother back into her lap.

"Damnit, let me go!" said Ellen, and of course Carole completely ignored her.

Carole held Ellen firmly on her lap, tickling and pinching her and grabbing handfuls of her naked tits. Her hands were everywhere. There seemed to be no escaping from them. Ellen shouted and squealed out her protest while she squirmed in every direction on the naked lap of her daughter.

Ellen was at a disadvantage. This sort of feminine rough-housing went on almost nightly in the hotels where Carole stayed. When it came to naked tickling and wrestling, Carole could hold her own with girls who were larger than she was. She was very much aware of every ticklish place on a female body, especially if that female body was even a little bit sexually excited.

And Ellen was hot. Waves of almost uncontrollable lust were sweeping though her body from every direction, from everywhere Carole's hands touched her. Carole's fingers delved deep in Ellen's armpits, tickled up and down her ribs and plucked at her nipples, and when Ellen tried to defend herself there, the fingers dove down between her legs to her steaming hot cunt where Ellen's ticklishness knew no bounds.

Ellen swung back behind her with her elbows, and Carole easily dodged the wild blows and went on with her fiendish tickling. She tried to break free and get up and run, and Carole yanked her back down on her lap again. She shouted curses and threats at her laughing daughter which were nothing more than a waste of her breath. She thought she'd faint or explode, and then at last she lurched to her feet, took a staggering step toward safety, and was tripped up from behind and fell down on her hands and knees.

Carole was at her at once. On her knees at the side of her mother, she flipped up her negligee and thrust her wriggling fingers deep in the very wet crack of Ellen's crotch. Too out of breath to utter a word of protest, Ellen tensed every exhausted muscle in her body in a valiant attempt to fight off an orgasm, and the wonderful fingers burrowed deeper in her cunt.

The orgasm swept though Ellen's body with cataclysmic force. It bowed up her back and it set her asscheeks and tits and every part of her body to quivering, and there it held her in its powerful grip even after Carole withdrew her fingers from her cunt. The powerful climax wasn't even starting to ebb when Ellen's daughter hauled her up to her knees.

There Carole faced her, naked and beautiful and blonde and gloriously young, and when the girl took Ellen's hand in hers and pressed it against the curve of her hot blonde cunt, Ellen began to quickly finger and rub the plump wet lips of her slit and reach frantically for the clitoris hidden within.

"Oh, yeah!" said Carole, quickly finding her mother's clitoris and making her orgasm take up where it had left off. "Let's have some fun! Who needs some whiskery man, when there's fun like this to be had!"

Ellen swayed back and forth on her knees, madly fingering within the plump wet lips of her daughter's cunt, and thrusting her own cunt forward for more of the, same. Her negligee hung down off her shoulders and her big tits were jouncing heavily with the jerking, twitching orgasms ripping through her. Now Carole reached out with her free hand and gave Ellen's closest nipple a very sharp tweak, and Ellen screamed as her already burgeoning climax shot up to a new peak of mixed pain and ecstasy. Carole's bare tits were right there before her and she reached out and mauled them, got hold of a nipple and pulled it hard.

Carole's lips peeled back from her teeth and she groaned and said, "this is better than anything! Better than anything else in the world!"

Ellen's orgasms were coming in steady waves, and still they crashed through her as Carole quit her cunt and threw her arms around her and kissed her very hard on the mouth. Their mouths were almost as wet as their bursting cunts as they lasciviously sucked on each other's tongues and mouths in a mini-orgy of kissing, thrusting their tits hard together until they were mashed flat between them. They ground their sodden pubes together and clutched at each other's quivering asscheeks to further tighten the madly orgasmic embrace, and then Carole started very powerfully squeezing them closer together in exactly the tempo of their orgasmic crests.

"Oh!! My God! Can't stop cumming!"

Ellen gasped from between each of the dynamic huggings.

Carole reached up and got a handful of Ellen's black hair, yanked back her head and buried her mouth in her throat, and it ill the orgasms flowed and burst, flowed and burst. Still holding her mother painfully tight, Carole sucked in one of her nipples, lashed it with her tongue and then bit it, and now when Ellen screamed in her tortured ecstasy, Carole threw her down on the carpeted floor.

Carole fairly dove for Ellen's cunt, and her out-thrusting tongue was stiffened and flashing before it found the mark.

"Yes!" Ellen shouted, as Carole's tongue met her reaching clitoris, and again she cried out that word when Carole's lips closed around her clitoris and she began sucking strongly there.

Carole's sucking technique was exquisite. Her lips made Ellen's clitoris balloon out to twice its normally distended size, and from there her tongue took over to bathe that super-sensitive organ in super-pleasure. Her mouth sent Ellen soaring on toward another series of orgasms, and as Ellen reached down to hold Carole's head, she encountered Carole's moving shoulder.

Carole was turning around on Ellen. Still with her mouth firmly fastened to Ellen's clitoris, she was moving into the sixty-nine position, and Ellen was cumming so wildly that she couldn't do a thing to stop her. She pushed feebly at the firm, smoothly contoured flank that appeared at her shoulder. She tried and failed to roll away as a beautifully tapered thigh was thrown over her twisting torso. And now, looking up, she saw Carole's cunt, all pink and gold, its youthful lips puffed up with pleasures, its pink clitoris seeking more. But it was the cunt of a lesbian, and even though that lesbian was licking and sucking on Ellen's cunt in a truly fantastic way, Ellen feared any further involvement in this way.

She put up her hands to push Carole away from her, for Ellen wasn't a homosexual, and this sort of incest was going much too far. Those hands encountered hips that were smooth and warm, very soft, yet vibrantly firm and young.

Carole's tonguetip tickled all around Ellen's clitoris now without quite touching it, and the sensation was so exquisite that Ellen's hands closed on Carole's hips. They slid on around those hips and felt of her buttocks, plump and round, and again very smooth and firm. Carole's cunt was facing Ellen right in the face. Carole's tits were still warming Ellen's belly. The scent of her daughter's cunt was delicately sweet, and now that sweetness increased as Carole wriggled her hips and lowered her crotch toward Ellen's face. Ellen surrounded completely to sin and to incest and to all earthly delights, and pulled Carole down till her reaching tongue could taste cunt.

The smell of her cunt gave only a hint of its heady flavor. And the flavor was nothing at all compared to its texture. Still using only her tongue, Ellen moved her mouth up and down under the lovely love slit that was offered her, while down below, Carole's cunt-feasting mouth did incredibly wonderful things to her. Ellen circled Carole's hips with her arms and drew her luscious young cunt still more intimately against her month, pursed her lips and drew Carole's clitoris out to where she could fuck it and lick it with her tongue.

Carole lifted her face from between Ellen's wide open legs, tossed back her golden blonde hair, and silently screamed at the giddy delights that were now hers, all hers. She pushed up from Ellen's crotch and looked down between them, saw Ellen's lovely big tits lolling outward from her chest, saw Ellen's chin nestling upward against her blonde pubic hair and her cheeks brushing close to her parted thighs. They were mother and daughter, freely kissing each other's cunts. Could any two women be any closer than this? Could her mother possibly refuse the simple request for some money that Carole had made?

Carole smiled and rolled over on her side, reached down and stroked the black-haired head that had stayed right where it was between her legs as she'd moved. She undulated her hips in the manner she'd found to be so pleasing to Tony when Tony was sucking her cunt, and she said, "Oh, Mama, you do it so super-good. Now you know what it's like when two gals get together, and that makes me feel so super-glad. Eat my cunt, Mamma! Eat my cunt and I'll eat yours. And then let's cum together."

Still with her tongue in Carole's slit, still with her panting lips kissing young cunt, Ellen nodded her head and felt Carole's mouth find her cunt again, and the glories of orgasm started to flow once again. They lay on their sides now, in no hurry at all, cheeks resting against an inner thigh, tongues flashing and delving in ripely wet cunt. Their hands explored asscheeks they couldn't see, and their tits snuggled warmly against naked, softly writhing torsos. Their glories were building gradually. As one, they raised each other up toward a climax they both had to share.

Fingers dug in and mouths sucked more hotly, tongues flashed still faster and feelings soared. Neither mother nor daughter could speak, but their tongues shot out as their climaxes spiraled on up.

They rolled about on the floor now as orgasm seized them, flowing from one to the other and back while their mouths clung fast to cunt. They strained together, knocking against the coffee table and the couch as the frenzy came on, feeling nothing at all but surgings and crashings of ecstasies flowing through them. It went on for long, sweet minutes. At times it seemed it would never end. But then at last they sighed and rolled apart, mother and daughter, contented at last and as close as they'd ever been in their lives.

They slept right there on the floor, and when Ellen awoke she found that they'd turned in their sleep and were now in each other's arms. Their tits and their tummies were nestled together, and their cunt-smelling mouths were very close. Carole looked absolutely beautiful in repose. Ellen's first impulse was to wake her up with a strong embrace and immediately relive the intense joy they'd known in their mutual embraces. But now Carole was her daughter again, and in Ellen's mind, well on her way toward a life filled with heartbreak and emptiness. As Ellen lay there trying to find the words to use with her daughter to lead her toward some sort of normal life, Carole's eyes came open and her lips curved up in a smile.

"Hi, Ellen. Was that real kicks, or wasn't it? Now do you see why I've fallen in love with Tony?"

Ellen pushed away before her daughter could kiss her, and sat back on her heels on the carpet. "That wasn't love, that was sex. And that's all you have with that Tony. Sex and marijuana, that's all. And you can't have real love or real sex without a man."

"We did pretty well," Carole said, and got up on one elbow, and reached out and squeezed Ellen's knee.

"It's late and I'm going to fix us something to eat and we can talk about it in the morning," Ellen said, and rose and strode to her kitchen, pulling her negligee on as she went. She felt flustered and angry. If sex was supposed to relieve tensions, lesbian sex didn't do the job at all. She felt like strangling that Tony for having introduced Carole to that kind of sex. She felt like strangling herself for having engaged in that kind of sex with her daughter, and for having totally enjoyed it at the time. She put frozen sandwiches in the microwave oven. She leaped and whirled about when she felt Carole's hands come slinking around her hips in search of her cunt.

Carole giggled and said, "My, aren't we jumpy. And don't we have beautiful tits."

Ellen pushed aside her daughter's reaching hands, and said, "I'm going to take a shower. The sandwiches will be ready in ten minutes."

Carole followed along behind the jouncing buttocks of her mother. A confirmed lesbian, she'd often followed less attractive butts than that one down the street for blocks, but this ass held special appeal because it was the ass of her mother. Carole caught up with it in the bathroom and got her hands on it the moment Ellen's negligee hit the floor.

Again Ellen pushed Carole away. "I'm not loaded on marijuana now, and you're not about to seduce me again."

"Seduce you? Don't make me laugh. You wanted it and enjoyed it just as much as I did. And you want it again now, just like I do."

Ellen brushed past her naked daughter and entered the shower. Carole came right behind her and wouldn't leave. There, under the warm running water, Ellen angrily castigated her daughter for her way of life and Carole smugly laughed and said the lesbian life was great, as she had just proved to her mother. There was no escaping her there in the confines of the shower stall. Woman and girl were both as sleekly wet as a pair of seals, and if Carole wasn't wriggling up against Ellen, she was reaching out for her body in any way she could. The tensions were nagging all through Ellen's body as she left the shower, again with Carole right at her heels.

"Let's have that sandwich and then make love again," Carole said, drying off, and grinning quite lustfully at Ellen's body.

"Let's have that sandwich while we talk about you finding yourself a decent man," Ellen hotly retorted, glaring at her daughter's laughing eyes, pointedly ignoring the incredibly shapely young body Carole artfully flaunted.

Ellen put on a robe, and Carole followed her naked into the kitchen, her very warm gaze following Ellen's every move. Even as they sat across the table and ate, Carole's words and her gaze kept Ellen's flustered anger alive.

At last Ellen said, "We'll talk about it in the morning. You can sleep in your old room tonight."

But Carole followed Ellen into her bedroom, and no threats or angry words could drive her out. Quite exasperated, Ellen turned out the light and got into her big bed, with Carole right behind her in the dark.

Carole softly tittered and Ellen silently fumed, and kept knocking away the hand that kept slithering toward her between the sheets. Ellen normally slept in the nude, but this night she knew she should have worn flannel pajamas, not only because of the lesbian in bed with her, but also because the sheets chafed at her nipples and buttocks and tickled her cunt unmercifully. Sleep seemed impossible. And each time the hand crept past her defenses to touch her body, it left a mark that seemed to glow in the dark.

At last Ellen said, "What's this Tony like?"

"Just wonderful, that's all. Oh, the things she can do to me, the ways she cap make me feel, you just wouldn't believe it. Or maybe you would after how we made each other feel in the living room. Who needs men, that's what I'd like to know."

"Every woman needs a man."

"Not this woman. All I need is another woman. You, right now. Mom, your girl can't sleep. What are you going to do about that?"

"I'll get up and get you a sleeping pill."

"I never take pills. Just touch me a little, Mother. Mama, just touch your girl a little and put her to sleep."

"Don't talk like that! Go to sleep!"

Silence for a time, the rustle of bedclothes, and then Carole's soft sigh and her words. "Ahh-h-h. Yeah. That's a little better."

"Carole, are you playing with yourself?"

"Mmmmmm. I wonder how many times I sneaked in this room when you and Daddy were gone, took off all my clothes, and played with my pussy, just like this."

Ellen's cunt was itching badly by then, and the rubbing of the sheet on her nipples was almost intolerable. Right beside her, her daughter was sighing and murmuring contentedly, and freely fingering her hot cunt. In the dark, Carole didn't seem exactly like Ellen's daughter. There in the pitch blackness, the girl at her side was just an oversexed lesbian, a hot nympho who needed some help very badly. And with the help she needed, Ellen might just find some help for herself. Ellen rolled over on her side to face Carole.

"Feeling good?" Ellen murmured.

"Mm-m-m. Better all the time. Not mad at me any more?"

"I can be mad at you again in the morning," Ellen said, and now it was her hand that was slinking between the sheets.

Carole felt it coming, grabbed Ellen's hand and thrust it against her cunt, between her legs, very warm and very damp. Ellen very softly squeezed her there, saying, "Easy, darling. Lonely widows such as I am like to make these things last for a while."

"Do you… do it to yourself a lot?"

"I try not to, but sometimes I can't help it," Ellen softly said, just as softly smoothing her fingers all over the very warm outer flesh of Carole's cunt. "Living all alone here, without a man, I sometimes force myself to go for a week or two without playing with myself, and then I can't stand it any more and I have to spend a whole day here in bed, playing with my cunt and my tits and looking at dirty pictures, reading dirty books."

"You have stuff like that here?" said Carole. She was panting and rubbing her thighs and her hips under the covers.

"I have quite a collection of erotica. Does porno turn you on, dear?" she asked, delving very delicately inside the puffed, wet lips of Carole's cunt, smiling and edging closer as Carole's panting increased and her legs opened wider.

"I love it, but Tony won't let me look at it. She says it's dirty. She says we don't need it. Oh, Ellen, you're driving me crazy, and I love it!"

"You've a nice cunt, dear. Very wet, very hot."

"Mama, let me touch your cunt, too! Let me get down under the covers and kiss it!"

Ellen pushed Carole back down on her back, nestled closer still and nuzzled kisses all about the girl's hotly panting mouth. Still moving her fingers most softly over her cunt, still teasing her, keeping her terribly hot, Ellen murmured, "Some of my dirty books tell about women like us, lonely and horny and desperate to have some fun."

"Yes, Mother. Women like us!" Carole said, clutching at Ellen's softly moving hand.

"Stay still, darling girl, so I can help you like you want to be helped, like you need to be helped. Stay very still and I'll show you what I learned about women like us from my reading."

Carole remained as still as she could as Ellen took her fingers from between her legs, but she was trembling and quivering everywhere in her body in her need for a climax now. With the impatience of youth, she wanted it now, but with the wisdom of years, Ellen was letting that want build up by moving with deliberate slowness.

Ellen's cunt was almost painful in its throbbing, but her words sounded calm as she got up to hover over her hotly waiting daughter. "Open your legs a bit more, pretty Carole. That's right. Now hold very still while we see if my cunt can find yours in the dark. Your cunt's so warm I should be able to find it, but then again, my cunt is just as warm if not more so. Ther-r-re! Ah-h-h, I can feel your cunt hair tickling through mine. No, don't move just yet. We must have our cunts kiss together just perfectly, and then we can cunt-fuck to our hearts' content."

Ellen's cunt brushed against Carole's again, and triggered the purely involuntary action of making Carole tilt her hips sharply upward. The two cunts kissed, dead center. Carole's clitoris jerked up and stabbed against Ellen's, and with a gasp from both throats they were cunt-fucking there in the dark.

"Ellen, yes! Yes, fuck me hard with your cunt!" Carole cried, clutching at the softness about her, fucking madly upward with her cunt.

"Fuck! UR-R-RGH! Cunt-fucking!" Ellen exclaimed, astonished at bow quickly her orgasm had hit her, and reaching back with her cunt for more.

Their cunts were perfectly positioned, locked together by the way they had twined their legs. And their legs remained twined, tightly gratevined, smooth-shaven limbs locked together while their cunts rubbed together hard. Both cunts were quite wet. Each cunt had been well sucked not long before, and now this fierce thrusting and counter-thrusting was the perfect counterpoint to relieve the mad itching and throbbing that existed in them both.

Ellen's big tits dangled and jounced heavily over Carole, but Carole's hands were fully occupied with Ellen's hips. Her hands were free to take hold of Carole's tits and further add to her pleasures and to Carole's wild orgasms.

They screwed their cunts together in an orgy of lesbian lust. The smell of sweet cunt filled the room. Sweating, straining, heaving, cumming, mother and daughter fenced at close quarters with their clitoris. They spread their wet cuntlips wide against the cuntlips of the other, and brilliant flashes of orgasmic light exploded in Ellen's darkened bedroom.

"It's the best! The absolute best!" Carole cried, surging up with her cunt for one final moment of shared glory.

"Yes, it's the best for now," Ellen said through her gasping orgasms. "At least for now."