Daisy knew her parents were having sex. She could hear her mother gasping, nearly drowning out her father's rapid breathing, which had become so familiar to her. She suspected this was only part of his plan to somehow extracate both of them from the situation, but she couldn't be absolutely sure. So she lay there in the dim light, listening as her mother and father fumbled about in bed. She supposed that meant that her mother's plan had worked, that by flaunting her daughter's naked body in front of her husband, she would get him back. Daisy closed her eyes and tried not to listen as her moans and gasps grew louder.
At last, she heard a rustling, and then her mother's voice. "Look at me, Daisy."
Daisy opened her eyes reluctantly to see her mother standing over her, naked. She took in the small, limp breasts with their thick nipples, the saggy belly, the hair at the juncture of her thighs that was so long it obscured whatever was beneath it. She raised her eyes to her mother's face, looking for some kind of instruction or direction.
"Your father loves me," her mother announced smugly. "Your father fucked me. You may turn him on, but so do I, and at the end of the day, I'm the one he wants." She turned and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Her father was at her side in a flash, caressing her face and hair and whispering in her ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I've got to get her to trust me, to let her guard down. It's part of my plan. I love you, honey. Just put up with this for awhile and we'll figure something out soon, okay?"
He kissed her then, a quick, hard kiss on the lips, before he stood and lay back down in his own bed. Moments later, the bathroom door opened and her mother came out, returning to the bed without acknowledging her daughter a second time.
Daisy drifted off to sleep, feeling very confused.
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The next morning, Daisy woke suddenly, feeling pressure between her legs. Memories of the night before flooded back, and her eyes snapped open. The first thing she saw was her mother, crouching down beside her bed. Sally was pulling the cylinder off her pussy, grunting with exertion. "How do you get this fucking thing-off!" It gave way suddenly, and Sally fell back on her ass, holding the glass cup in her hand. Daisy almost rolled her eyes, but stopped herself as her mother got back on her knees and surveyed the damage.
"Your father was right," she said haughtily. "No boy will ever want to fuck that pussy." Daisy felt fingers prodding and poking her flesh, and she blushed hard.
"Oh, don't pretend like you have any shame," her mother snapped. "You've probably fucked so many boys, half your graduating class knows what you look like down here. Or rather," and she smirked here, "what you looked like. Things have changed quite a bit, haven't they, Daisy?"
Something slid between her lips. Daisy was too numb from the pump to feel much detail, but what entered her was rather large. She nearly moaned with pleasure, relieved to have something inside her at last, but she didn't think her mother would appreciate it.
"What? Don't like your old dildo, Daisy?"
The object thrust deeper inside her, and Daisy knew. She stared at her mother. "What are you doing?"
"Your father showed me the fake dick he found in your bed, you little slut," Sally told her smugly. "I didn't believe him at first. I expected you to seduce him and every boy in your class, but actually fucking yourself? You really are a little sex-crazed slut, aren't you?"
The dildo was working its way in and out of her now, and Daisy knew she was getting wet in spite of herself. Her mother knew it, too.
"You do like this," she said wonderingly. "Look at all that juice. Does it remind you of lying awake at night, playing with yourself while you stared at these?"
Her mother held up the porno mags her father had found in her bed that night so many months ago. Daisy blushed furiously as her mother tossed one onto her chest. "Open it," she demanded.
Daisy picked up the magazine and opened it. Of course it would have to be this one. Two nearly-identical blond girls, probably barely 18, were sitting side-by-side on a bed, holding hands. They wore matching cheerleader outfits-or at least they did in the first photo. The second photo showed one of the girls lying propped up on her elbows amongst the brightly-colored sheets, the cropped cheerleading top pulled up over her ample breasts. Her short skirt was also hiked up to reveal slim thighs, spread wide to accomodate her lover. Another photo showed a close-up as the girl licked her pussy, one slim finger inserted in the other's tight hole.
"This turns you on, huh?" her mother asked, still screwing the dildo in and out of Daisy's pussy. "Turn the page."
If the girls had looked innocent at first, the second spread told a different story. The first girl had rolled over and thrust her ass in the air towards the camera, and was pretending to bite her nails anxiously as the second girl forced an enormous dildo into her ass. Beneath it, her pussy glistened with her own juices. Still in her cheerleading outfit, the second girl removed the dildo, cheerfully showing the camera her lover's wide, gaping anus. The photoshoot depicted all manner of objects being forced into the tiny girl's bottom, including large anal beads, balls, vegetables, and eventually, her lover's slim fist. Interspersed amongst these photos were close-up stills of the girls kissing, or eating each other's pussies, or even masturbating.
By the time Daisy had looked at all the photos, she was close to cumming. She was trying to hold it back, but by now her mother was slamming the dildo in and out of her, and the familiar sensation was coaxing it out of her. Above her, her mother said, "You like girls too, huh? It isn't enough just to seduce boys. You've got to have that pussy, too. How many girls have you fucked, Daisy? How many? I want to know how many girls my daughter has slept with. Huh? How many titties have you sucked, dyke? How many clitties have you licked? Answer me!"
Daisy only screamed, and suddenly her mother was screaming too. "What the fuck? Are you pissing on me?!"
Daisy couldn't answer, and she couldn't stop. Her pussy kept squirting, spraying herself and her mother. When the dildo finally slid out of her, it brought with it a flood of juice, which pooled on the sheets beneath her ass. Daisy panted heavily.
Sally was staring at her. "Did you just piss on me?"
Daisy shook her head. "No," she said weakly. "I just came."
Sally's eyebrows shot up, but she seemed not to know what to say. She looked from Daisy's face to the ruin of flesh between her thighs, up to her heaving tits, nipples still trapped in the suctioning cups. Her milk had run dry, but her nipples were still expanding and contracting again and again inside the glass tubes.
At last, Sally repeated, "You just came."
Daisy nodded.
"Do you always cum like that?"
Daisy shook her head. "Not always."
"But most of the time?"
Daisy nodded.
"Does your father know?"
Daisy closed her eyes and nodded again.
A pause. "Does he like it?"
