As Rosa bounced her ass gleefully on Dutch's massive erection, she failed to notice her daughter Kathy peeking in at them as they cavorted on the bed. Kathy's eyes widened at the sight before her and she bolted back to her bedroom before her mother noticed her standing there.
Huddled safely under her blanket, Kathy listened intently to the faint sounds coming from the next room. Without straining her ears Kathy could discern muffled groaning, and the sound of their bodies rocking the bed.
Kathy decided that her mother was making the "Mmmmm! Mmmm!" sounds.
And that the: "Ugh! Ugh!" grunting was the guy. Kathy wondered if it was the same one her mother had been mooning over for the last couple weeks.
"Yeah, right there! Yeah, lick it there!"
'Oh, God,' Kathy thought, 'my mother's a slut.'
"Ohhh, God, don't stop baby, don't stop!" Rosa wailed as Dutch slammed into her.
They were still engrossed in their marathon fuck when Kathy left the house and headed for school.
***
At eighteen Kathy was already well on her way into womanhood. Her breasts were almost fully developed and while she would add to their fullness over the next several years, she was already a full-sized 34 C. Kathy had been gifted with a pair a great looking legs; a woman's full ass and fair skin like her grandmothers. The blonde hair flowing down across her shoulders was a bequest from her father's genes.
Her first period had occurred during her thirteenth year, shortly after that her breasts began to develop and the boys grew interested in her. Her mother had warned her about them and prepared her for their groping and unkind words and she managed to avoid them. Her mother had not cautioned Kathy about girls however, and during her eighteenth summer vacation she had her first sexual experiences.
It was just Peggy Stinson, her best friend and Kathy hanging out in the park one Tuesday. Peggy shocked her by asking bluntly, "Do you like my titties?"
"Uh, yeah, they are nice," Kathy managed to reply, although her throat had suddenly gone dry.
Peggy pressed on with a knowing grin. "See how they stick out?"
As Kathy's eyes focused on her friends budding breasts which were much smaller than her own, Peggy thumbed her nipples under her blouse, making them hard.
Kathy swallowed, entranced by the fact that they were sticking out, more than hers ever did and she wondered about that. A minute later Kathy also wondered why Peggy was breathing so heavily, and furtively looked around to make sure they were alone and not being observed by anyone nearby.
Peggy's eyes searched her face as she asked, "Do you ever touch yourself?"
"What?"
"You know. Down there.'
"Peggy!" She protested and blushed deeply at the embarrassing question.
"You do, don't you?"
Kathy was tingling in her crotch and wanted desperately to sooth it until it went away.
"Can I?" Peggy inquired, and before Kathy could respond, she felt Peggy's hand under her skirt and moving up her thigh to her panties. Mortified by her friend's actions she clamped her legs together and trembling with fear said, "Peggy, stop it! Stop it right now!"
"Let me do you! Peggy croaked.
"Do me?"
"Yes, let me do you."
"Peggy I don't understand. Why are you acting this way?"
"Kathy, tell me the truth, have you ever touched yourself down there?"
"Of course I have," Kathy replied, but she was confused, yes she had touched herself. That was obvious, she washed herself everyday.
"I don't mean bathing. I mean putting a finger inside you and tickling yourself."
"What!"
Realizing she may have gone too far, Peggy backtracked. "You've never?"
"Peggy, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I better start from the beginning Kathy, then maybe you'll understand what I'm talking about. About two months ago I was taking a bath and I touched myself down there."
"So?"
"It felt so good I kept at it, you know, and all of a sudden my finger slipped inside my puss and I was thrilled to death!"
"Get out!"
"No! I mean it! It felt wonderful and I kept on doing it and the more I did it the better it felt. That's why I wanted to touch you so you could feel good too."
"I don't believe you Peggy."
"Alright, maybe I wasn't thinking about you as much as I said I was. But what I honest to God want is for you to touch me there. That's why I wanted to do you, so you would do me too."
Kathy had been following her friend, but now was lost and confused. "Peggy, what are you talking about?"
"Do you trust me?"
"I honestly don't know at the moment," Kathy sighed.
"Please let me touch you and you'll see what I mean."
With some skepticism Kathy was about to decline her offer, but then she realized that she was getting warmer down there. "All right," she murmured, "but easy, go slow and don't hurt me."