Suburban Bliss
Chapter 6 -- Maternal Instincts
I could feel her looking at me as she sat beside me in the back seat of Monica's truck, watching me like a hawk and waiting for me to say something, anything to try and excuse what had happened. My daughter has this way of staring you down, unblinking, those bright blue eyes boring into your soul like a diamond tipped drill made of accusation and indignation. When I glanced her way though, she was grinning. I couldn't help but blush.
When I first became a mother, I read all the books. I was prepared for the talk when she became a woman, the sex talk in her mid-teens, and even had all my facts straight when I caught her with a joint in Jr. High. What the books do not outline however, is how you explain away catching Mommy getting pounded raw by a two-hundred-and-sixty-pound gorilla at a cozy little backwoods bar-b-que.
"I don't know why you're staring." I said at last, turning to face her with narrowed eyes and a evil little grin of my own. "I could hear you squealing your head off in Roxie's cabin from down on the riverbank. You're no saint, Young Miss. You and Carlie must have had what, twelve or fourteen to yourselves for the next couple hours?"
"Eighteen actually." Carlie spoke up from the front seat, glancing back at us and biting her lower lip. She glanced at her momma behind the wheel and Monica tilted her head and gave her little girl a long look that was half admiration and half accusation. Carlie snickered and went right back to studying her hands in her lap.
For the record, when you're at the center of a black dick gangbang, there isn't exactly a polite way to excuse yourself and go and have a heartfelt conversation. When Jenna walked up on me, things were just getting started. I had a lot more work to do, and an eager line of young bucks waiting their turn. As she was led away, I made a mental note to revisit the situation later. Then they fucked the shit out of me for another three hours.
Roxie, depraved little bitch that she is had set up the whole thing. She'd been playing facilitator to my little slut of a daughter for months, and the fact that she had just recently begun black dicking with me on the side complicated things. She decided that the best way to handle the situation was to put all the cards on the table.
The orgy went on for another four hours. Once the boys had had their fun with us on the dock, they carried Monica, Roxie, and I up to the picnic tables and started in on us for another round. Jenna and Carlie were inside the trailer, having their own depraved little party, the sounds of their hot little bodies being violated ringing in my ears as I grunted and groaned through my own very welcome abuse.
Once the boys had their fun with us, Jenna, Carlie, Monica and I were allowed to clean ourselves up and get into a more presentable state. As we gathered in the trailer, Roxie revealed every sordid little secret, dirty little fib, and she was positively bubbling over as she made it painfully clear that there were no innocents. The five of us were purebred black dick whores. No defense. No explanation. No going back. She looked so fucking proud of herself I wanted to... Who am I kidding? I wanted to eat her ass. That fucking smile is just goddam infuriating.
I had no doubt that my secrets would be safe with Jenna and Carlie, and I could tell Monica was kind of enjoying finding out her daughter was such a little freak, but as I sat alongside my little Chipmunk in Money's truck, I was having a hard time figuring out how to handle the whole thing. Most confusing of all, I was kinda hot and bothered over it.
"You're... a... dirty... Whore." Jenna said to me. She was grinning as she said it, leaning close to me and speaking each word like it was made of sugar and sweetness, like hot wet sex on her lips. I turned to her and felt my innocent mom grin fading and my depraved little cocksucker smirk begin to form.
"You're... a... filthy... little... slut." I told her, leaning close to her in challenge, close enough that our noses nearly touched, our eyes locked, the sweetness of her breath mingling with mine as the temperature in the back seat rose by twenty degrees.
We both exploded in laughter, and I gave her a filthy little smirk as I sat back and relaxed. I realized at that moment that I was sitting beside a grown woman; not my little angel anymore. I took a minute to admire her gorgeous legs, that tight little belly, and the wicked confidence on that beautiful little face of hers.
"You gonna lecture me, too?" Carlie asked her mom, grinning wickedly as she propped her converse sneakers on the dash and wrapped her arms around her knees. I'm totally open to a spanking, if you think it'll help."
We all burst out laughing at that, and suddenly the walls crumbled, and we let it all out, every dirty little fantasy, wicked little secret, and depraved confession.
I was shocked to learn that Jenna had been passed around by every member of Scotty's basketball team over the last few months, her little butthole, cunt, and mouth on call for raunchy fun whenever she was free. The same boys that had fucked and broken me that first night in my home had already been using my little girl. She'd sworn them to secrecy of course, as had I, so none of them were saying a word. I'm sure it was hilarious to them that they were screwing both filthy Burke girls, with us both in the dark about each other.
The same was true for Carlie and Monica of course, the pair of them so much alike that the discovery of their shared depravity only seemed to strengthen their bond. It was no wonder the boys were all keeping their mouths shut, since telling any of us what was going on threatened to bring the whole filthy thing to an end in some small-town scandal. Now that we knew, I could tell things were only going to get more interesting.
Since the girls had started attending school at the local college, they had shifted their focus from the studs on Scotty's team to the older Stallions. They were constant visitors to the frat house and had full access to the locker room as well. Eli Simms hadn't taken over as head coach quite yet, but the standing Coach Markus Bower was happy to fill in until he stepped down as assistant. He had a thing for my Jenna, which I find kind of hot. He's old enough to be her father, and he fucks her like she belongs on a leash. So fucking sexy.
