They took Gerald under arrest, and Kelly was taken to the police station. DNA tests quickly confirmed what the police already knew. Samantha arrived a half-an-hour later, frantic with concern for her daughter and rage for her ex-husband. She hugged her daughter tightly and comforted her as much as she could, while vowing revenge against Gerald with all her heart. In the meantime, the police searched their apartment, and found Kelly’s diary. In it, Kelly had described in minute detail every sexual act she had performed for the men of the neighborhood over the past month, every cock she had sucked, every fucking she had received. Five men, all of them pillars of the community, were subsequently arrested, in addition to Gerald Willis.
Of course, all the men protested that the sex had been consensual. But the diary offered a different version, a version in which Kelly had been seduced and repeatedly fucked and sodomized by older, more experienced men, who had taken full advantage of her innocence and had threatened her if she told anyone about it. And in the end, it didn’t matter anyway. She was still just thirteen.
The women, too, strongly suspected that Kelly had orchestrated the entire thing, and they were smart enough to make a guess at her motives. But that, too, didn’t matter in the end. They were utterly, thoroughly humiliated, disgraced, their marriages completely destroyed. Only their generous divorce settlements they were prepared to extort from their philandering, child-molesting husbands would allow them to start again, in some other town, while their husbands rotted in jail.
The sensational case and the subsequent trial made headlines for weeks. Kelly agreed to testify in open court. She was on the stand for three days, sobbing quietly at times, steadfastly repeating the version of events reported in her diary. Her story stood up under intense cross-examination. She never wavered as she ruined the lives of six upstanding members of the affluent community. They never had a chance. The jury members KNEW what these men had done to this little girl. They knew it in their gut.
The night after the verdicts were read, Samantha, who had steadfastly supported her daughter through it all and had been careful not to ask her what really happened, lay in her bed, thinking about the events of the past few months. It nagged at her, preventing her from sleeping. Things were not as they seemed, she felt sure.
In many ways, it had all worked out all right. Amazingly, Kelly did not seem at all traumatized by what had happened to her -- she was still the same active, vivacious and happy teen she was before, despite having been made to endure such savage, repeated fucking by men she trusted, men who had used her as nothing more than a receptacle for their animal lust. And Samantha’s lawyer had promised her that she would receive a huge settlement from the pending civil suits, and would have no more financial worries for the rest of her life. Never again would she have to work two jobs, or take her clothes off for men she didn’t know, or rub their cocks with her body through their pants. Still, something nagged at her, and she couldn’t get it out of her mind.
She got up, wrapped a silky, transparent coverup around her lush, curvy body, and crept quietly into Kelly’s room. Kelly was asleep in her bed, the covers thrown off, wearing her short little babydoll nightie and gauzy panties.
“Kelly…,” she began quietly, her hand on her shoulder.
Kelly awakened and stretched, her growing breasts plainly visible through the sheer material. “Yes, mom?”
“Kelly, we need to talk, sweetie. There’s something I really need to ask you, and I didn’t want to do it during the trial. Will you answer me honestly?”
“Sure, mom. What do you want to know?” She sat up, her legs folded in front of her, facing her mother.
“Kelly, I’m your mom. I think I know you better than anyone in the world, maybe better than you know yourself. And you know I’ll always support you, always be there for you. I’ll always have your back.” Samantha took a deep breath, fixing her daughter with a steady, penetrating gaze. Kelly waited for her mother to continue.
“So…here’s what I think. I think you planned this whole thing, from day one. I think you did it for me. You got all those men to fuck you, for me. You knew that none of them could resist the opportunity to have sex with you. You made sure they had that opportunity. You set them up, didn’t you, Kelly. And then you wrote it all down, where you knew the police would find it.”
Kelly gazed steadily into her mom’s eyes, her own becoming moist with her tears. She should have known she could never fool her mother about what she had done. They were too close, and too much alike.
“You even got your own stepfather to fuck you. In your ass! For me!” Now Samantha was tearing up too. “Is that what happened, baby?”
Kelly sobbed, relieved that her mother knew. She threw her arms around her, hugging her and crying on her shoulder. “Yes, mom,” she sobbed. “It was all for you. I just hated them all so much! I still hate them!! Oh, mom, I love you!”
“I love you too, baby girl!” Samantha sobbed, holding her daughter tightly and rocking gently.
After awhile, they dried their tears, still holding each other. Finally, Samantha pushed her gently back, drying her eyes with her finger. “Kelly, it’s okay, what you did. It’ll be our secret, forever. No one will ever know. But there’s….one more thing I’m still curious about. I can’t help it.”
“What’s that, mom?” Kelly whispered.
“Well….all that sex. With Dr. Akers, and Mr. Sinclair, and Mr. Gregory, and Mr. Murdoch…all of them….even Gerald….”
Kelly gazed at her, her eyes wide, blue, questioning.
“Ummmm….this is kind of hard to ask.”
“Go ahead, mom.”
“Well….” Samantha hesitated for a long moment, then held her hand to her daughter’s face. “Did you like it?”
Kelly looked into her mother’s eyes for a long moment.
“Mom…please don’t hate me if I tell you the truth.”
“Sweetheart…I told you. I’ll always love and protect you. Always.”
Kelly gazed at her mother. And then her face broke slowly into a smile. She leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially in her mother’s ear.
“I loved it, mom. I loved every single minute of it, from the first moment I sucked on Mr. Simpson’s cock in his car on the way home from babysitting. I loved it when all of his come spurted into my mouth, and I swallowed it. I mean, I hated those men for what they did to you and me. But I loved fucking them. I loved it all, even when Daddy fucked me in my ass! I must have come a hundred times, Mom! I loved it so much I was kind of sorry when I had to end it. I wanted them all to fuck me again and again, and never stop!!”
Samantha pressed her precocious daughter back and stared at her with a mixture of shock, pride, and awe. “Ohhh, baby, we’re so much alike. I should have known.” She leaned forward and touched her daughter’s lips with hers. They stayed that way as the seconds ticked past. And then, with a moan of surrender, they melted into each other’s arms and their kiss deepened, their lips parting. Samantha felt Kelly’s tongue slipping into her mouth, and met it with her own, twining together. Kelly whimpered as her arousal soared. Their hands softly caressed each other, Kelly’s easing up to touch her mother’s big, full breasts, capturing her nipples through the open front of her coverup. Samantha gasped as they broke their kiss. Both of them were panting, excited, wanting each other. Kelly parted the flimsy silk further, bent forward and took her nipple into her mouth. “Baby girl…” he mother moaned, her voice a sexy purr. “Maybe there are a few more things I can teach you…”
Samantha pushed Kelly gently back on the bed, and Kelly parted her legs invitingly. Her mother moved her head between them, and eased the flimsy material of her panties to the side, revealing her succulent pussy. Her tongue slid forward, and she gently began to lick Kelly’s glistening cleft, with a mother’s sweet tenderness. Kelly moaned softly, forbidden pleasure surging through her. “Oh, mom….that feels so wonderful!” she said, breathlessly. “Don’t stop!”
“Your pussy tastes like heaven, sweetie,” murmured Samantha, sliding her tongue up to gently caress her daughter’s clit, so much like her own. She licked it lightly, nibbling at with her lips, as Kelly gasped, digging her fingernails into the sheet.
Patiently, Samantha made love to her daughter, her talented tongue seeming to know just how to touch her, to caress her, in ways no man had ever done, to bring her gently, inexorably upward, higher and higher. After awhile, Kelly lifted her hips as her mother slid her panties off. Then Samantha recaptured her daughter’s pussy, reaching up and teasing a fingertip between her labia as her tongue fluttered against her clit with exquisite sureness. Her finger slid deeper inside, curling upward, pressing rhythmically as she lapped at Kelly’s sweet clit, until the teenage girl exploded in a shattering climax, trembling with joy as the waves of her orgasm swept over her again and again.
When Kelly finally came back to Earth, she smiled at her mother, pushed her gently back onto her back, and proceeded to return the favor, making patient, exquisite love to Samantha’s voluptuous body, her tongue exploring every square inch, every delicious nook and cranny, as Samantha shuddered through orgasm after sweet orgasm. Samantha shivered with joy as Kelly lovingly licked and sucked on her sensitive clit, thinking of all the men her daughter had fucked, willingly, eagerly, motivated only by two things: her fierce loyalty to her mother, and the smoldering, molten, almost ungovernable sexual desire that surged through her young body, just as it had surged through Samantha’s own body when she had been Kelly’s age, and still surged through it now.
The obscene vision of so many stiff cocks being thrust into her daughter’s yearning body triggered a final, tremendous orgasm, her body wrenching upward as Kelly licked and sucked on her clit, her lips clinging to it as she gasped ecstatically.
As she slowly descended from the pinnacle of her orgasm her daughter moved up and they held each other tightly, rocking gently, and finally going to sleep that way. Samantha dreamed of the things they could now do together, mother and daughter, giving free rein to their insatiable sexual needs, to their unbridled lust her daughter had inherited from her. She imagined them with other men, imagined herself guiding their eager cocks into Kelly’s willing body, giving her daughter to them to fuck, helping them fuck her. She imagined them travelling to exotic places, to the Amazon, to Egypt, to the Orient, embarking on a sexual odyssey in which nothing would be taboo.
Kelly’s dreams were as powerfully erotic as her mothers. She imagined herself bringing her classmates home, young, innocent men, young girls, so that her mother could introduce them to the joys of sex, with her daughter as her willing accomplice. She imagined the two of them conspiring to seduce the rich and powerful, extorting money from them, living a decadent and lavish lifestyle.
In the morning they awakened and made slow, soft, exquisite love again, licking each other’s pussies until they brought each other to another shuddering mutual climax. So began the first day of the rest of their lives together.
P.S. Do you think the further adventures of Kelly and her mom would make a nice series?