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CHAPTER TWO

Surprisingly, she slept quite late the next morning. When she had finally showered and dressed, she found her parents were practically through with their breakfast.

"Hello, sleepy-head," her father greeted her as she sat down at the table. "How does it feel to sleep in your own bed again?"

"Nothing like it," she answered. "That's another reason I don't want to go back to school, I'm too comfortable here."

"I think you're grownup enough to come to the party tonight," Minna said looking appraisingly at her daughter. "It's just going to be some of father's business friends, and mine too, nothing big."

"That's right," her father chimed in, "and if you need a dress you can use the family charge account at Saks or Altman's as usual."

"Oh Mother," Charisse said happily, "that sounds just too groovy, but I guess I'm going to surprise both of you… I mean I'm still so tired for some reason, I'd just as soon pass up the party and get to bed early!"

"All right, dear," her mother said with a rather surprised look. "But I do want you to get out today and get some fresh air, you look a little pale to me."

"I intend to, Mother. I'm going to take a long walk in the park, say hello to my favorite seals in the zoo, and just read on a bench until it's time for dinner."

"I wish I didn't have that concert to rehearse for – I'd keep you company darling. It sounds like a lovely, lazy sort of day that I haven't had for ages."

Charisse spent the day in Central Park, as she had planned. She departed from her plans in one respect. She went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and viewed again their wonderful sculptures – her favorite still being the nude Venus Aphrodite, rising from the surf in all her feminine glory. She wondered why the statues of the naked Goddesses held her interest so much more than the statues of the naked men, which after all showed every detail of the male sexual organs.

When she came home, she could hear her mother talking to someone on the phone. Carefully lifting the extension phone in the kitchen, she listened. Her mother was talking to a man with a deep virile voice, someone who was a stranger to Charisse.

She heard her say, "There's this damned party of Charlie's tonight… but maybe we'll be able to see each other anyway if I can get out of the house with some kind of an excuse…"

"That would be wonderful, darling. But if you can't make it, we'll see each other tomorrow night at my place."

"That's a date, dear," Minna laughed in her rich contralto and then hung up.

Charisse replaced the receiver and thought to herself why Minna should he making evening dates with the possessor of the virile baritone voice. Could there possibly have been anything to those monstrous articles in the scrap-books? Well, it was probably a business appointment, even if it all did sound very sexy. It was out of the question to Charisse that her adored mother would seriously play around with, or give her body to a mere man…

She took a shower which had the effect of stimulating and refreshing her body to the point where she felt ready to take on anything. Going into the kitchen, she fixed herself a salad and some milk and cake and took it up to her bedroom, determined to just listen to some good music and then go to sleep early.

But sleep was out of the question for her as she began to hear the slamming of doors and the bustling noises of the evening's party guests arriving. There really weren't more than seven or eight people at the party, but as the drinks began to take effect they were soon making enough noise for a regiment. Wondering what was really causing all the commotion, Charisse opened the door of her bedroom a bit and peeked out.

There was the usual drinking, small talk and boozy laughter going on in the living-room. Everyone had already had dinner. Her mother was in the hallway, diagonally across from her bedroom, talking to Jack Lennard, a mature, rather thickset sort of man. He had been a friend of the Mantells for years and Charisse remembered him with feelings of distaste.

For one thing, ever since she had been thirteen, he had always been feeling her up whenever he visited the house. He would put his hand on her asscheeks and sensuously slide it up and down, his palms or his elbows were always sort of moving up and down over her budding titties. He made it all seem like some kind of accident, but Charisse knew that he really meant it. If he had the nerve to boldly feel her sex organs the way he did when her father and mother were in the apartment, she wondered what would happen if they were out. She was glad that he had never happened upon her when she was alone in the apartment. She felt he would have raped her without the slightest hesitation. She really didn't care much about Jack Lennard.

She felt the same way about his wife Cora Lennard, who was an attractive brunette of about thirty-five with a voluptuous well-preserved body. Her face was always faultlessly made up, even if it was a bit too heavy on the mascara and lipstick. What Charisse disliked about Cora was her constant air of supercilious sophistication and snobbishness. She affected a kind of super-cool which she let you know in a subtle way that nothing could break down.

Her mother and Cora were deep in conversation in the hallway near her bedroom. As she strained to catch some of their "woman-talk" she was surprised to see Cora press against her mother's body. One of her hands descended to Minna's lush asscheek and fondled it, while the other was actually grasping one of her mother's breasts – and squeezing it! Her mother surprised her by covering Cora's hand on her breast with her own, and smilingly removing Cora's hand from her ass, she whispered something to her. Cora's wide mouth opened wider, her red lips emphasizing her big white teeth. Amazed, Charisse watched her mother lead Cora into her bedroom. Her curiosity overcoming her surprise, Charisse tiptoed to the door of her mother's bedroom. The door was closed, but light was streaming through the large keyhole of the door. Charisse knew from secretly watching her mother undress and give herself beauty treatments before retiring that the keyhole afforded a complete view of the room if a light was on. There was a moment of guilty hesitation for her, and then she gasped as she placed her eye to the keyhole. Maybe all those gossip columns and nasty remarks had something to them! Maybe where there was so much smoke there was also a little fire!

She tried hard to understand what she was seeing and even hearing through the door. There was her mother lying back on the bed, her expensive silk evening dress with its skirt tucked up to her waist. Her beautiful legs were clad in sheer nylons, but she was wearing no girdle, the stockings were rolled. And she was wearing no panties either! The sight of her mother's alabaster white hips, her exposed reddish bush hair and moist, pink cuntlips shocked her.

Hypnotized by the unusual sight she heard her mother laugh and say, "You'll have to make this one a quickie, Cora darling. If we stay up here too long, they'll miss us both in the living room!"

"You know I'm an artist and don't like to be rushed, Minna. Is Mr. Dildo still in your third dresser drawer, under you slips?"

Apparently it was, because she saw Cora go to the drawer and take out a peculiar looking harness – it looked just like a garter-belt with a huge red knockwurst hanging from it. She saw Cora lift up her dress, remove it and after taking off her slip and panties, she strapped on the object she had called Mr. Dildo. Now Charisse recognized it for what it was, a huge imitation red rubber male sex-organ, complete down to the two testicles dangling from it.

"Take off your bra, Minna," she heard Cora say, breathing heavily. "You know I like to feel them!"

As her mother removed her bra, she saw her lush white tits and their huge pinkly erect nipples completely exposed to Cora's questing hands. Cora began to knead them and she could see her mother's nipples stiffening and erecting under the kneading and caressing of her titties. She saw her mother spread her legs, her mouth forming an anguished invitation. Cora leaned forward between her mother's legs and with a grunt of triumph she shoved the dildo completely up into Minna's moist vagina.

As Cora began to slide the huge rubber penis in and out of her mother's pussy, she could hear her mother's gasps of pleasure. Then Cora's movements became more violent and she could actually hear the threshing of the two women's bodies. Her mother began to moan as if she were in some kind of pain, while Cora's breathing sounded as if she were running a race.

Suddenly she heard her mother whisper urgently, "Oh, Cora darling, shove it all the way up my hole… ah… all the way up… I want to feel those red balls slapping up against my cunt!"

Charisse knew that what she was seeing was a sex act, she had enough lectures in hygiene at school to know that.

But she had only heard vaguely that women were sometimes lovers and that it was a very immoral thing called lesbianism that just didn't happen among nice people. Yet here was her own mother being sexually entered by a woman-friend! It was unbelievable and yet it was happening in front of her very eyes. She had tried to imagine what having a man push his thing into her cunny would be like, she knew that when you lost your "cherry" it was supposed to hurt and that you bled from there for awhile. But this sounded as if her mother were actually enjoying the big red prick that Cora was shoving in and out of her vagina with savage rhythm.

"It's all the way up now… oh… keep ramming that prick up my cunt… I just love it, darling… oohh…"

She was fascinated as she watched Cora fucking her mother. They were hopelessly enmeshed in the sex act now, moaning and gasping as if nearing the end of a grueling race. She knew she was watching something forbidden and terribly immoral – who could ever imagine such a thing between her adored mother and that loud brassy Cora Lennard!

"How does Mr. Dildo feel?" she heard Cora ask her mother. "Is he far enough up your wonderful cunt?"

"Yes, yes Cora, you're tickling my uterus right now – you can't go any further. I just love the way you fuck me! You beat any man!"

She saw Cora's solid thighs, and the red dildo going in and out, faster and faster up her mother's cunt. The whole thing was so exciting that she began to have a funny feeling in her own cunny. She touched her panties and felt that her crotch was all wet…

She still wondered how her mother could let a crude woman like Cora do such an intimate thing to her. Wasn't her father the only one with the right to put his prick into her mother's cunt?

Now their two bodies began to thresh up and down even more violently on the bed. Charisse felt herself getting hotter and wetter in her crotch as she watched.

"Screw me babe, screw me all the way!" she heard her mother practically shriek. Charisse was aroused and bursting with curiosity about the sensation that could produce this abandoned reaction in her mother's body.

Unconsciously Charisse's hand crept down to her crotch and felt the cloth saturated with hot seepings from her cunny. She worked her fingers under the material and began to finger her pussy-lips, like she did when she was bathing, or late at night when she couldn't sleep. As she watched Cora's white asscheeks rising and falling, her finger began working with the same rhythm in her own cunt.

Faster and faster the huge, red dildo, glistening now with her mother's cunt-juice, rammed in and out of Minna's bushy twat. Charisse worked her own fingers faster and faster on that specially sensitive spot, high between her cuntlips.

"I'm coming, Cora, please fuck faster, I'm coming so good, Cora doll… all the way up now!" her mother practically wailed.

"I'm going to shoot right up your hole baby!" Cora gasped. She squeezed the big red testicles of the dildo and then almost screamed triumphantly – "I've come, you bitch! I've come and shot a hot load in you! Doesn't that feel good?"

Amazed, Charisse saw a white milky fluid seep from her mother's pussy as they both quivered and contorted in the throes of their orgasm apparently, squeezing the balls of the dildo had ejaculated the white, milky fluid into her mother's still twitching pussy.

Still crouching at the keyhole she knew she must leave now that the immoral frenzy she had just seen was over. It would be terrible if they discovered her at the door!

"Let's get back to the party, Cora dear," she heard her mother whispering.

"O.K., just let me feel those darling tits of yours once more – and then off we go to those damned squares outside!"

As she saw Cora mouth her mother's naked nipples, she turned away from the door, straightened up and walked tensely into her bedroom. Confused thoughts were struggling with the scene she had just witnessed. Her mother, her idol, the strong beautiful woman she worshipped had just engaged in an act with another woman which most people would deem obscene. And yet, in spite of the evidence of her own eyes, Charisse knew that her mother was good – and honest. No matter what a million gossip sheets might say, she knew that her own mother could never do anything basically wrong. She still was absent-mindedly fingering her wet crotch, and as she thought of what she had just seen, she pulled her panties down her legs. Without the thin material in the way, she began to work her fingers up and down between her cuntlips. The warm feeling in her pussy began to spread, and just as she thought of how her mother and Cora had shrieked their comes, her cunt began to twitch violently. Even though she had masturbated before, Charisse had never come like this. Cunt-juice just seemed to ooze from her as she moaned in the throes of the most intense come of her young life.

"Oh Mother, Mother, how could you," Charisse whispered to herself as her come came to an end. Feeling her wet pussy, with cunt-juice actually dribbling down her legs, she decided to take a shower and then go to bed.

Tiptoeing to the bathroom, she noticed that her mother's bedroom door was wide open; apparently Cora and Minna had rejoined the others. The alcoholic gaiety of the party was still going on, but as she passed the door to her father's bedroom, she stopped at the sound of his voice. What was he doing in his bedroom while his guests were partying?

Someone answered her father and it sounded like a woman's voice. Her curiosity was aroused, and boldly she bent down to the keyhole of her father's room. Surely her father wasn't cheating on Minna and frigging a woman guest from the party! Her father was nice, but really such a weakling – she couldn't see him being aggressive enough to shove his thing between a strange woman's legs. He probably only did it with Mother because she let him! So what on earth was happening? Who was really cheating and being cheated on?

The sight that met Charisse's eyes this time astounded her. Her father was lying back on the bed, his pants and underwear completely off. There was a completely naked blonde girl on the bed with him, with wide supple hips, generously curved breasts and a mouth that looked like a painted red gash.

"You're warming me up Charlie," the girl was saying to her father. "Just a little more of that… huh, sugar…" she wheedled.

Charisse was glued to the keyhole. A little more of what, she wondered. And then she knew. The blonde had been sitting on her father's chest, legs astride and facing him. Suddenly, she shifted her position forward and opening her legs wider, she seemed to sit down on her father's mouth. Her father began to move rhythmically as the girl's cuntlips and his lips seemed to meet in a sucking, writhing contract.

"Oh, you bastard," the girl gasped, "you've got your Goddamn tongue right on my clitty and I'm coming, I'm coming…!" Her wail trailed off as her torso performed a series of shuddering contortions, her pussy still being sucked by her father's lips.

As her father worked his face from between the girl's legs, he smirked and said, "Turn about fair play, honey!"

Shifting her position the girl kneeled over her father's middle and then she saw her grasp her father's penis.

"My, but Daddy's got a bigger prick than I expected," she said to herself.

She had never seen anything that thick or stiff in her life. The head of it was deep-pink and throbbed like a living thing. As the blonde's big wet lips closed over her father's cock, she heard him say, "Now give me a real good blow job, Sheila. After all, if you want a part in one of my TV shows, just consider this an audition…"

He said nothing more as Sheila's mouth sucked up and down his huge, stiff shaft. All he could do, apparently, was to moan encouragingly as the girl's cocksucking pace increased.

Charisse watched his glistening, tremendous cock with a feeling of awe. She never would have dreamt that a mild-mannered man like her father could be the possessor of such a virile dick. Maybe there was a good reason that Mother had married him after all. She hadn't seen any cocks to speak of, except on statues or in text-books, but her father had a cock you had to respect.

Suddenly, her father pushed the blonde girl's head away from his penis.

"I want to shoot in your twat!" she heard him say coarsely.

Again she gazed at his tremendous penis. It seemed to be at least nine inches long, with the head looking like a big oval vibrator as it quivered and glistened with Sheila's saliva on it. Her father's testicles matched his cock, looking like two huge tomatoes covered with hair.

Her father turned abruptly, and as the blonde Sheila spread her legs, he thrust his penis into her pink, golden-bushed pussy. Sheila gasped as his cock rammed completely up her vagina.

"Give it to me Charlie, shove it all the way up my twat!" Sheila moaned as he started to fuck her in earnest, his cock ramming in and out of her wet cunt with a steadily increasing rhythm.

The sight of a real cock, instead of a dildo, seemed to excite Charisse even more as she watched the frigging, tossing bodies on the bed. She wasn't wearing her panties, and she could feel the hot wet juice from her pussy starting to dribble down between her legs, as she watched Sheila being fucked by her father.

Charles Mantell, TV producer was thoroughly enjoying the frigging "audition" he was giving the voluptuous young actress. He edged up and spread her legs wider, so that his dong could plunge more deeply into her moist, pink cunt.

Charisse felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw that huge stiff prick of her father's going in and out of the blonde's cunt. If her father's cock could give such pleasure to another woman, why was her mother allowing her vagina to be invaded by a rubber dildo? Sheila's hips began to writhe and twitch under the steady ramming of her father's cock. As Sheila threshed from side to side, Charisse sensed that her orgasm wasn't far off.

Unconsciously her hand dropped down to her own drooling pussy, and for the second time that night Charisse began to keep time to a hump rhythm with her fingers in her cunt. Her own pussy's excitement mounted as she watched Sheila's heightening passion under the onslaught of her father's dick.

She dreaded being caught spying through the keyhole, and masturbating her own cunny at the same time… what was happening to her. And yet, fascinated by her father's pistoning cock sliding in and out of Sheila's blonde-bushed twat, she couldn't tear herself away.

"Give me your cock… ram it in up to your balls, Charlie… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…" Sheila pleaded as she felt her orgasm welling up within her vagina.

"I'm going to shoot my load… shoot my scum into that blonde cunt of yours…" Charles Mantell groaned as he rammed his cock so deeply into the blonde's cunt, that his balls literally slapped against her cuntlips.

"Oh God… you're making me come, you're making me come Charlie… shoot, shoot your Goddamn load all the way up my cunt," the writhing blonde literally shrieked as her lovely torso contorted into a come of staggering proportions. Charisse could see the lips of her cunt practically curling and sucking around her father's jerking cock.

"I feel your hot cum in me," the blonde sobbed, "Oh, shoot all that sweet ball-juice to me, Daddy, I'm gonna milk it to the last drop."

Her father moaned and now he was pumping his penis in and out erratically – holding it in for many seconds, and then thrusting convulsively into Sheila's pussy.

"I'm coming, too! I'm coming, too!" her father groaned as his arms closed around Sheila's convulsing torso. Then, "Milk that cock, baby, get the last drop out into that sweet pussy…"

Charisse kept watching them, her hand still between her cuntlips, her finger lightly moving on her clitoris. Then she remembered she had been on the way to the bathroom to wipe her pussy and continued to the toilet.

She looked in the mirror and noticed that her face was flushed. She just couldn't take her finger away from her clitty, and as she played with it, her yearning, indefinable sensation built up more and more within her. She knew she was on the brink of coming and stopped for a moment to savor the sensation in her cunt… to prolong it just as much as she could.

For some reason, visions of Cora, the dildo ramming in and out of her mother's pussy seemed to dominate her mind.

"I'll bet that dildo feels better than a man's thing… Mother must know best!" she murmured to herself as she began her autoerotic cunt and clitoris massage once again.

She wondered why her mother was always foremost in her mind. Her mother was definitely the strong, decisive person in her parents marriage. Dad was a nice man, in a mild, namby-pamby sort of way. But Minna Mantell, the singing star, overflowing with life, vitality and a positive personality, was Charisse's ideal. She could feel much more, was actually always closer to her mother than her father. In a sense, that was one of the reasons she had impetuously run away from school.

If her mother would only make Charisse her private secretary-companion, that would be career enough for her. And, in this fixation on her mother, she realized that she was different from the other girls in school who mostly bragged and talked about their fathers.

She had an idea she turned to her mother, because her mother somehow seemed to be a stronger haven of security.

She put her hand back on her vagina and parting the wet lips with her forefinger, she let it play on her stiff clitoris once again. The hygiene teacher had warned all the girls against masturbation, but how could something that felt this good be bad?

As she kept playing with her clitoris and her finger got wet, she fancied that it was Cora's dildo that was going into her hot pussy. But it wasn't Cora who was wearing the dildo, it was her mother Minna, gently shoving the rubber prick between her cuntlips.

She came so suddenly and so strongly, that for a moment she thought her body was actually going into convulsions. There was a veritable gush of cunt-juice on her hand, her inner thighs, drops of it on the floor as her cunt spasmed in the most shattering come she had ever experienced.

"Oh my God," she said to herself as the waves of the intense orgasm began to recede… "If I can feel this way by just masturbating after seeing people fucking, what will the real thing be like."

"Probably blow my mind!" she giggled to herself as she carefully washed her pussy, dried herself off and left for her bedroom.