Donna led a sheltered life. Her mother doted over her and bought her everything she wanted. She had pretty clothes, her very own television in her room and a telephone with a separate number so her parents weren’t bothered with her calls. They also couldn’t listen in on her either, or so she thought.
Donna had grown up protected by her parents and longed to fly away and spread her wings. When she was sixteen, they had told her she was just too young to start “Chasing around ‘til all hours of the night, doing who knows what?” Still, she had her fantasies.
She accompanied her mom and dad to church each Sunday and had perfect attendance in Sunday school, since she was in Kindergarten. Her mother was always kind to her and helped her with her with her studies. Donna loved her mother and worshipped her father, who was an extremely handsome man. She would sit on his lap sometimes and he would tell her stories about where he would take her when she was a little older and could appreciate the adventures, which lay out there for her.
Lately though, he had been less eager to have her sit on his lap, he preferred she sit next to him instead. What Donna didn’t know was, her daddy would get turned on when she sat on his lap and he was afraid of what might happen if he let it happen too often.
By the time she had turned eighteen, she had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, right before her momma and daddy’s eyes. It made her daddy very nervous when she paraded around the house in her little baby-doll nightie. In fact, sometimes it made him sweat when he watched her. Donna’s breasts had grown full and firm, just like her mother’s. And her little girl’s butt had rounded and filled out and given her 5’-6” height a pronounced hourglass shape.
When she sat cross-legged on the floor, he could see the dark triangle of pubic hair between her legs, through the thin satin of her panties.
“Have you noticed what’s happening to Donna?” Her mother asked her father, one night as they sat watched television.
“My God, Brenda,” He breathed, “She looks just like you did when you were eighteen, and we first met!”
“I know, Ben,” She said, “She’d better stop filling out soon, or she’ll explode. She’s already in a 36-C bra cup.”
“The boys will start noticing her before you know it,” said Ben, “and then they’ll be hanging around her like flies.”
“Just like you did?” Brenda asked her husband. “Itching to get me into the back seat of that old car you used to drive.”
“You shouldn’t talk like that, Brenda,” Ben said. “Donna might hear us and just think how she’d feel hearing you saying things like that.”
“Well, it’s true,” Brenda, chided. “All you could think about was how to get me out of my clothes, play with my big tits, and get into my hot snatch. And oh how you used to eat my pussy!”
“God save us, Brenda!” Ben shrieked. “Will you listen to how you’re talking? Surely you’ll burn in hell if you keep this up!”
Donna stood silently in the hallway. She could not believe it was her mother speaking in the living room. She had never heard her parents talk about sex before. Actually, it was only her mother talking about sex. Her father was praying for forgiveness. Donna could feel the stirrings in her virgin pussy like the one she got when she knew her daddy was watching her in her nightie.
Brenda covered her husband’s mouth with hers in a hot kiss, trying to make him want her again. She had seen how he looked at their daughter, and the huge erection that followed after they went to bed. But try as she would, Ben remained unresponsive to her advances, since his rebirth in his religion.
Brenda needed to get fucked, SOON. She longed for the old days when Ben would take her supple body in his forceful hands and make hard passionate love to her. She didn’t want that any longer, she simply wanted raw animal sex!
Donna scurried down the hall to her room as Ben burst from the living room and stalked out the front door of the house. She could hear her mother sobbing in anguish as she pined for the attention she desired.
Donna didn’t really understand what was going on yet, but she knew that her pussy was drenched from listening to her mother. And she also knew that if she lay in her bed and rubbed that special spot between her legs, she would explode with the most wonderful sensations, flooding her hand with sweet female fluids.
Brenda rushed to her room, closing the door behind her, and retrieved the soft velvet bag from under the mattress on her side of the king-sized bed. She withdrew the long, thick rubber phallus from the crimson folds of the bag and quickly pulled her skirt up and her panties aside. With practiced hands, she pushed the rounded head of the imitation cock through her saturated outer lips and slammed it deep into her center. Withdrawing it, she harshly crammed the large cock firmly back into her quaking hole.
The bathroom was situated between Donna’s bedroom and her parent’s room. Doors opened from each bedroom into the bathroom from either side. Donna crept from her room, entering the bathroom without switching on the light. The door to her parent’s room stood partially open and she could plainly see her mother, lying back on the bed with her legs spread wide apart and hanging over the edge down to the floor. She gazed quietly through the darkness and witnessed her mother cramming the huge rubber cock viscously into her splayed open cunt.
Each time Brenda pulled the thick toy partially out of her cunt, Donna could see it glistening with the very same juices Donna coaxed from her young pussy when she rubbed that certain spot with her fingers. Donna was fascinated with the huge thing her mother had in her hand and vowed to sneak into her room and see it up close. Donna eased the door a little farther open and moved her face close to the crack so she could get a better look. The door creaked as she moved it. Donna froze, as her mother’s head came up and her eyes locked on Donna’s.
Brenda gasped as she realized that Donna had been watching her masturbate with the gnarly dildo. Donna had stopped breathing. Brenda’s mouth turned into a soft smile, just as her orgasm hit her like a runaway freight train. She fell back on the bed, rammed the dildo back into her trembling cunt, and twisted it to increase her pleasure.
Her climax concluded, Brenda sat up on the bed and withdrew the fake cock from her artificially satisfied cunt. She motioned for Donna to get up from her crouching position behind the bathroom door and enter the room. Donna obeyed and moved to stand before her mother, shivering with the fear she had committed a mortal sin by spying on her.
“Sit here, Donna,” Brenda spoke softly. “It’s time we had a little talk.”
“I’m so sorry, Momma,” Donna sobbed. “I just heard you gasping and when I saw what you were doing, I couldn’t help myself. Please don’t tell daddy, he’ll just kill me if you do!”
“I’ll make a pact with you, Donna.” Brenda hushed her daughter. “I promise not to tell your father you were spying on me, if you give me your solemn oath that you will never tell him what you saw me doing here.”
“Yes, Momma,” Donna pledged. “You have my word. But what were you doing?”
“Sweetheart,” Brenda said. “You are so young and have so much to learn about life. I guess that it’s time you were told about the birds and bees before some teenaged slob does to you what your father did to me.”
“I know a little bit,” Donna said. “Like how good it feels when you rub that certain place between your legs and it makes you feel all skwooshy inside.”
Brenda laughed softly and said, “Child, you have no idea how wonderful it’s going to feel, when you finally have that first release from your childhood, and become a whole woman. I just hope you find someone that won’t take it away from you before you’re ready to give it up.”
“Can I see the thing you had between your legs, Momma?” Donna asked, timidly.
Brenda lifted the still drenched rubber cock from her lap where she had been holding it and displayed it for Donna.
