The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far from the Tree.
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Sandy stared into her coffee like it had the answers she needed. Of course it didn’t, the damn coffee never had the answers, nor did the schnapps. She was going to have to work this one out on her own.
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Just twelve short hours ago things had been fine and life was beautiful out here in the suburbs. The trees were big and green, the birds sang at sunrise. No one had a harsh word for the other drivers, even if they took two seconds too long at the stoplight. Everything was peaceful. Things here were so unlike her days in the city, the noise, the crime, and the fear. Well, she did have to admit that there had been a time when she’d liked the fear. But that was a long time ago, well maybe not so long ago either. Today, though, it was yesterday and might even be tomorrow. Sandy slugged down the rest of her coffee and with a heavy sigh headed upstairs.
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“What do you want?” Dawn snapped at her mother from her prone position on the bed. Sandy’s husband James had gotten a little carried away with his teenage daughter after their screaming match, and the poor girl couldn’t sit on her bruised bottom today.
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“What I really want,” Sandy mused from the depth of her emerging buzz,” is to know what the hell you were thinking.” Even as she spoke, an alarm bell went off, loud and clears in her mind. She had already told a half-truth lie, and Dawn didn’t even know it yet. Sandy had spent all night thinking about this moment. She’d turned it over in her mind, both awake and asleep. She’d decided that lying wasn’t going to work, yet she’d already resorted to it. She needed a minute to gather her thoughts, one last time. “So from the top, what the hell happened?”
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Dawn felt a jolt run through her body. She wasn’t quite sure if it was fear, or lust, or both or what it really was other than electricity.
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“You know what happened Mom,” The girl huffed. “The cop told you.” She added with a sneer. It seems Dawn had been found on a rooftop in the city. At the time the cops had responded to a report of screaming on the roof, and of course they found the short busty sixteen year old naked and chained to a chimney. The police had several pictures of Dawn blindfolded and shackled, nude and under the influence of several substances; including marijuana, cocaine, Viagra and Rohypnol. There were several bruises on her body, mostly concentrated on her breasts and nipples, ass, thighs and vaginal regions, according to the official report. A rape kit was completed, but those charges had been dropped for lack of a named suspect. Dawn had begged her mother not to press charges against the studio she worked for now, making fetish porn under an assumed identity.
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“Look,” Sandy started, but the words caught in her throat and stayed there for quite a while. How was she supposed to react to this? When a mother finds out her high school student is a fetish porn star and how is she supposed to react to it? And why the hell did it have to be her daughter? The past was long over for Sandy and no one had gotten hurt. Well, besides Sandy, that is and there was no evidence anywhere. Well, okay there was a little, and that’s the thought that Sandy found strength in. “I want to show you something, ” she said to her daughter as she quietly closed and locked the bedroom door.
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Dawn turned over very slowly and gingerly. An ‘ouch’ was followed by a lustful sigh as she settled on her sore and wounded butt cheeks. Sandy noticed that her daughter was also a fan of pain and winced inwardly. The child’s eyebrows cocked in disbelief when her mother began taking off her clothes.
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“Um…” the kid began, obviously nervous but not looking away.
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“I need to show you something,” repeated Sandy, as she stepped out of her panties and stood erect.
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The scar, slashed across her pubic mound like an evil smile of some sort was shockingly obvious. Dawn gasped audibly at first sight, making Sandy wince. Through the years Sandy had tired everything to hide the evidence of her past. Hair wouldn’t grow on the scar, and all the ‘fly by night’ bullshit that James had suggested had only made things worse. Even surgery couldn’t help. Thanks to the scar, Sandy had been trapped in her clothes for years, and each of them killed her a little more. She actually felt a bit more like herself, standing naked before her daughter, but then again that’s what this was all about. Hushing her daughter’s questions, Sandy started from the beginning.
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“I was seventeen when I met Amy and James,” as if she was speaking to herself instead of her daughter, she spoke in a weak but even voice. “I thought they were the sexiest people I had ever met,” she whispered with a big sigh.
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“You mean Dad and Aunt Amy?” Dawn asked, in as sarcastic a tone as she could muster. “Ugh.” Sandy knew that the show wouldn’t be complete without her teenage distain, but she still gave her a warning look before she continued.
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“I slept with both of them that first summer that they moved in next door,” She admitted. “They were wild and exciting,” she sighed, as her eyes closed and her nipples swelled, though neither had Sandy’s permission. “I was young and naïve and had never even heard of some of the things they wanted me to do, but they were both so beautiful I just couldn’t say no.”
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Dawn’s attention was piqued, despite her need to stay aloof and disinterested. “So you had sex with Daddy and Aunt Amy?” she asked as she checked her facts and found an opening. “So you’re a dyke, a lesbian.” She concluded, making her little victory with a smirk.
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“I’m sure I’m not the only one,” Sandy shot back hitting her target dead center. “Yes, I have had sex with Amy, many times, and many others as well. They liked to share me with people.”
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Suddenly the picture was a little brighter for Dawn. “So they owned you?” she fished.
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Sandy just nodded. “I did whatever they wanted. It was fun. So much fun,” she sighed with emphasis. “I was their willing slave and they used me every way they could.” That line made Dawn squirm on her wounded little bottom. And, she wasn’t the only one; the smell of sex was wafting from Sandy’s naked body as her internal temperature rose.
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“So, like, what kinds of things would they make you do?” Dawn ventured slyly, trying to get the juicy details to masturbate to later. Sandy decided to indulge her daughter’s curiosity, a shrewd plan to make the impact of the punch line all the more stunning.
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The first thing Sandy thought of was the enemas. Amy had filled her ass with almost a quart of almost hot water twice a day, but this wasn’t the time for that kind of detail. Next she thought of all the times that James would send her into bars with instructions to make money any way she could. Of course he would send her in naked and her only assets would be the holes in her body. Sandy shuddered at the memories of the degrading things she’d been called on to do on those occasions. A shimmer of delight trailed up her spine when she recalled a particular old man that had just unloaded in her mouth. He’d said that he had a daughter her age, then called her a worthless whore and slapped her across the face. The old man had then slapped her playfully on her bare ass and told her to be sure she came back tomorrow, with a wink no less. You had to love the drunks. Finally Sandy settled on the big picture, as that was the one she was after.
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Amy once had me blow her plumber to got 100 dollars knocked off her bill. He was so cute that I hoped that she’d make me do it again,
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“Your father and your aunt,” she stopped, choosing her words carefully, “they love each other very much. Actually, they love each other too much. Their…lifestyles,” she chose the politically correct wording “was a result of that love.” She could see her daughter growing antsy, and she knew why.
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“Things would have been much simpler if they had just had the sexual relationship they always wanted,” sighed Sandy, the story of her past life was a sad one for her. Even though she was the abused one, once she understood the truth, she’d always felt sorry for James and Amy. That, she thought is probably how she got hooked in the first place. “But,” she went on, “they were both too prissy and controlling to have people talking about them in that sort of light.” suddenly she stopped and a tear leaked out of the corner of her eye and slowly trickled down her cheek, “so they used me to fill in the void.”
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Unconsciously, Dawn swallowed hard. She could feel her nipples crinkle and her clit swell. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to masturbate. Her face reflected this far better than even words could have expressed it. Also the little peepee dance as she squirmed around on her bed was a big giveaway. Sandy smiled through her tears, knowing the poor thing was growing horny.
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Smiling at the way Dawn’s hands kept fiddling with the button on her Capri pants, Sandy said, “Go ahead and take them off.”
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“Are you sure?” asked the horny girl, mystified because this was so far from the reality she thought she understood. A simple nod was all the encouragement she needed and in a flash the tight Capri pants flew off her hips. As they slipped down her shapely legs, Sandy noted with resignation that panties weren’t an issue.
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“Thank you,” Dawn sighed as her finger shameless disappeared between her visibly wet lips. “I haven’t been able to touch myself all day.” Again Sandy sighed with resignation, because the clock read 10:30, apparently that was ‘all day’ to a horny teenager.
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“Amy would beat the hell out of me,” she continued, now jealous that she wasn’t also petting her soaking pussy. “She would spank me everywhere all over my body without mercy, and she especially liked to hurt my breasts,” she croaked as a shudder passed down her spine again. “When she was through venting her frustration, we would have sex for hours. I was usually sorer from that then anything else she did to me. Then James would come home from work.” Sandy’s eyes still lit up at the mention of the greatest man she’s ever had sex with. “We would make love in front of Amy,” and suddenly there was a bitterness that Dawn totally missed. “He would bend me over and shove his cock up my ass. She wouldn’t hear of us having regular sex, you know, James’s cock in my pussy. She used to say that my pussy was only for her. So he would fuck me in the asshole.” Sandy couldn’t take it anymore and unconsciously began to rub herself as well.
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What was her problem? Was it just control?” Dawn asked through gritted teeth as her the first orgasm of the day approached.
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“No,” Sandy squeezed her clit between two fingers, as if masturbating a miniature cock. “She didn’t want me pregnant with James’s baby.”
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Sandy’s mind was a blur as she stood there confessing her sins to her own daughter, something she’d tried desperately to avoid ever having to do. She’d made James move them away from Amy, more than 800 miles away. She’d all but banned Amy from the house that she and James bought together, only allowing the brother and sister to see each other on holidays and special occasions. She made it quite clear to her new sister-in-law that the past was over and her presence was not welcome, and blackmailed her husband into complying. And now, it seemed as if the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree. The one named Dawn had fallen directly into Amy’s fertile soil. Unknowingly Sandy had raised the same monster that her husband and sister-in-law had taught her to be. Mother and daughter moaned and groaned in unison as their orgasms approached, holding hands as they grunted like pigs in a wallow.
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Innocently Dawn asked, “So where did that huge scar come from Mom?” and right on cue. Sandy couldn’t have planned it better herself.
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“Amy did it,” she said softly, her tone changing dramatically. “She wasn’t always around James and me,” she went on. “We would sneak off and have sex whenever we could, vaginal sex.” With a smile, she said, “He really did, and does, love me.” Her smile broadened like a rainbow after a storm, as she added, “We would make love for as long as we could before Amy would come find us. One time she went on vacation with a girl she was seeing on the side. She had told James that she was visiting their grandmother, but she hated that woman so I knew she was lying. Anyway, by the time she got back, I’d found out that I was pregnant. Amy was furious.”
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The room grew still, as Dawn picked up on the ominous tone in Sandy’s voice. The whole mood had changed with those three little words. Dawn had even tugged down on her top to hide some of her nakedness, awed by the solemnity of the moment.
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“She tried to cut you out of me,” Sandy’s voice caught in her throat, making her gasp for breath. “James heard me screaming and saved us.” She clenched her daughter’s hand tight. “She meant to kill both us, and I was so weak that I just let her do it. Amy just couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else having her brother’s baby.” Still crushed by the memory, Sandy broke into a hysterical crying fit, and was soon joined by her daughter. Soon they were hugging each other tight, Sandy with desperation and Dawn with compassion.
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Sandy had only meant to kiss her daughter’s cheek, and was sure that that’s where her lips were headed, but suddenly her tongue was in Dawn’s mouth. The child kissed just like her father, thought Sandy, with passion and violence. Sandy had learned to love that mix and responded in a very un-motherly way. Franticly she finished undressing her daughter and feasted on her ripe breast.
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“Mommy,” Dawn cried out in delight, heaving her firm young breasts forward for more. Sandy knew she had lost control and tried with all her might to save the moment from passing without the punch line.
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“You’re the only kid I will ever have,” she huffed as she sucked on Dawn’s erect nipples. “Amy made sure of that. If you want to…be like me…” she recoil inwardly, having wanted so much more for her little girl, and had no idea of what warning she would give next. “Just…just be careful honey.” She cried again, still kissing her little pain freak. “Life has consequences.” And that was as far as she got.
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Sensing the change in their relationship, Dawn suddenly slapped her mother across the face and snapped on your knees bitch! Despite her resistance, the carnal animal that she had been taught to be took over and Sandy sunk submissive to her knees between her daughter’s thighs to play the part of the slut, the sum total of her life since meeting Amy and James. With a giggle, Dawn grabbed her mother’s hair and pulled her mother’s face into her crotch. The spine she had managed to grow for the day sank back into oblivion as Sandy leaned down to her daughter’s slit and parting the soft pink lips with her hot tongue. Her tongue immediately searched for and found Dawn’s clit and then she started to suck it gently as though it was one of her daughter’s nipples. Dawn immediately felt as though she was going to cum.
Sandy then delayed Dawn’s satisfaction by gingerly allowed her tongue to drift back down and enter Dawn’s pussy. As Sandy sensually licked her daughter’s pussy, she brought her free hand up and to tweak Dawn’s nipples. The buildup seemed to last for hours as Dawn moved closer to climax. Finally caught up in the excitement, Dawn’s back arched and she threw her head back in pleasure. Grabbing her mother, she franticly grinded her drenched pussy against her mouth as the tremors hit. Her body was still shaking when her climax hit. And just like that she cummed, spilling her sweetest warm liquid all over her mother’s face.
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Sandy knew that life had come full circle and that her daughter had just taken over for Amy, when Dawn reached out and swatted her on her naked butt hard enough to leave livid red marks and purred, “I think from now own were going to have a lot of fun together.”
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The end…
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