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                          THE VISIT
                           Part 1

    This story does not have a particularly happy ending.  What happened
here eventually caused a mother to disavow the affections of her daughter.
The tragedy may appear to be slight on the surface, but the long term
implications are possibly devastating.  We do not dwell on the negative,
however, nor is this a morality play; the purpose of this story is
otherwise.

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   Janet Abruzzi had been divorced for 10 years.  Her marriage had been
stormy at best, but when her husband,George, had gotten wind of an affair
Janet was having with his business partner's wife he became livid with
jealousy and anger and set about to gather proof with an aim to dumping her
and getting custody of the children.  Janet had always been a little too
wild for his tastes anyway, and now seemed like a good time to make the
split he felt was in his and the children's best interests.  George's
religious fervor led him to believe that Janet was evil and a bad influence
on the children.  At one point George got the opportunity through
subterfuge and actually walked in on his wife and her girlfriend while they
were sexually engaged and at that point demanded an immediate divorce.

   Following a bloody court battle during which George won custody of the
children, but which allowed his wife visitation rights, Janet moved from
Chicago to a small suburb of Los Angeles and got a good job selling real
estate.  There she started a new life and became active in a number of
civic activities in addition to her successful business ventures.  Although
she never again married she did continue a number of relationships with
both men and women.  During this period the three children, two girls and
two boys, all finished school and left home.

     Karen Lubanski, Janet's younger daughter was now married and living
with her husband, Harold, in Chicago.  It had been more than 3 years since
Janet and Karen had seen one another although she talked on the phone
almost every week with Karen as she did with the other three children.
Karen's husband was in the service and had just been shipped overseas for
his third six-month tour of duty.  That wouldn't have been a problem except
that Karen had just had her first baby 3 months previously.  Sensing this
could cause some problems, Karen's husband suggested they invite her mother
to come stay with her while he was away.  That's how this all began.

   Karen was 12 years old when her parents divorced and she continued to
live with her father who was granted custody.  Her father was a strict
catholic and continued Karen's upbringing in this manner sending her to
parochial schools.  It wasn't until she was 16 and almost graduated from
high school that Karen was even allowed out on a date.

   As such, sex with boys was not a major activity in her life.  On the
other hand, however, she had discovered the solitary vice at the age of 14
and engaged in that practice on a regular basis.  It was a sort of skeleton
in her closet which she looked upon as evil but necessary.  She first
learned about masturbating through reading about it in the pornography her
brothers used to hide in their closet and which she would sometimes sneak
into when no one was around.  She also read about it in the teenage sex
manual her father had given her.  Being shy, she decided against asking her
father about the subject and turned instead to her sister, Catherine, who
was 3 years older than she.  Catherine, the bold one in the family, went
beyond mere words in explaining the subject to Karen and proceded to
demonstrate what for her it was all about and how to do it.  That's all it
took.  Karen tried it and was hooked from the first time.  She found it
exciting and relaxing.  The downside, however, was that it left her with a
sense of guilt which the nuns at school had instilled in her about sex -
especially masturbation, a mortal sin.  No matter, she thought, every once
in a while I just have to do it or go crazy.  In addition to this, her
mother had taken the opportunity on a number of occasions during summer
visits to discuss sex with her and finally managed to dispell the idea that
Karen's masturbating was sinful and immoral.

   Having been assured that she wasn't crazy and that it was a healthy,
normal practice, Karen pursued masturbating regularly.  It was the one
thing in her life that was wholly her own and she enjoyed the secretiveness
of it.  She would often revel in the idea that she, known as a quiet,
retiring and shy young woman, could be so wanton and abandoned as to engage
in jacking herself off.  Who would imagine such a thing!  On the whole,
Karen considered herself just ordinary with the usual likes and dislikes of
a normal teenager as she perceived a normal teen to be.  One instance,
however, left an indelible mark on her memory and was to make her question
her so-called normality and ultimately change her life.

   As a new wife a whole new world of joy was opened up for her.  Her
husband was a gentle and ardent lover and led her into a new area in her
life that she found wholly pleasurable and fulfilling and although she
continued to masturbate regularly her main sexual activity was centered
around her husband - in person and in fantasy.  Still, there was one dark
corner in the sexual part of her life that she kept buried and wouldn't
dream of discussing with anyone.  When she was 17, Karen had spent her last
regular summer vacation under court order with her mother in California.
It was during this visit that Karen got a glimpse of a very disturbing and
puzzling side of her nature.

   Late one evening during that visit, Karen returned home from down the
street where she had been visiting with the neighbors.  She entered the
house quietly thinking her mother was asleep and not wanting to disturb
her.  When she got upstairs and was tip-toeing past her mother's bedroom
she happened to notice through the half opened door that the bed stand lamp
was on and the room was bathed in a soft subdued light.  She thought that
maybe her mother was just reading before going to sleep, but a soft, low
moaning sound gave her the impression that her mother might be ill.
Growing concerned she decided to see if there was anything she could do in
case her mother needed help.  As she silently stuck her head around the
side of the door and peeked into the room she was greeted with a most
unexpected sight which shook her greatly.  There, in plain view, was her
mother sitting astride the thighs of another woman approximately her
mother's own age that she had never seen before.  Karen was so dumbfounded
by the spectacle that she was unable to move.  Both women were completely
naked and obviously under the spell of great sexual arousal.  As she stood
there staring she became aware of the almost overpowering aroma of perfume
mixed with sex odor.  She also noticed with surprise that she was getting
very sexually excited - it was the first time in her life that she had ever
witnessed other people having sex live.  As Karen remained rooted to the
spot watching intently, her mother used the thumbs and fingers of both
hands to roughly pull and twist her turgid nipples while the woman she was
straddling reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands from underneath
and squeezed them.  Suddenly and without warning her mother turned her head
and looked directly at Karen.  Her expression was one of such animal lust
that Karen would never forget it.  She was mortified and wanted to run, but
as if in a nightmare she was totally powerless to move.  As mother and
daughter continued to stare at each other Janet began to cum and her body
went absolutely rigid as the orgasm hit its zenith.  She did not avert her
eyes, however, and this had the effect of keeping Karen's gaze locked to
hers.  As the powerful waves of climax began to surge through her Janet
once again began to manipulate her nipples as her body started to spasm
over its entire length.  The orgasm finally began to subside and her mother
flopped forward on the other woman and began to fiercely kiss her thus
breaking the visual spell with Karen who then gathered all her strength and
turning, stole off down the hall to her own room on rubbery, shaky legs.

   Her movements slow and deliberate, as if in a trance, Karen removed her
clothes and crawled under the sheets naked without bothering to put on her
the nightgown she usually wore.  She then became consciously aware of how
sexually aroused she was.  She was astounded to discover that her cunt was
flooded with a massive effusion of juice.  Without giving it another
thought, she lowered one hand to her sopping pussy and furiously
masturbated herself to a thunderous orgasm as she used her other hand to
yank and pull on one of her swollen nipples.  The vision of her mother's
lovely face twisted gruesomely in sexual rut swam before her tightly
clenched eyelids as her orgasm ripped through not only her body but her
very soul as well.  Immediately, her entire being literally dove into an
exhaustive sleep.

   The next morning it was as if nothing had ever happened the night
before.  From that day on it was never referred to; not a word was ever
been mentioned of the affair.  It got to a point where Karen even began
doubting that the incident had ever taken place.  From then on, however,
the vision of her mother leering at her in her totally abandoned sexual
hunger haunted Karen.  When awake, she could usually force the vision of
her mother's face away.  Asleep, it was a different matter.  She dreamed
now and then of the incident and always woke up from the dream in an
aroused state and unless she relieved herself by jerking off right then and
there the dream would leave her listless and bothered for hours to come.
Try as she might, Karen could not get the occasional picture of her mother
in the throes of sexual frenzy from coming back unbidden.

   Since being married there were occasions when her husband would be away
and she wold be alone.  When the sexual tension would reach a high point
and there was no relief she would succumb to masturbating herself as she
had before she was married.  On many occasions the source of her sexual
tension was just natural and while masturbating herself she would fantasize
mainly about her husband.  Often, however, as she neared the point of
orgasm her fantasy would change and she would find herself fantasizing
against her will about her mother.  At these times, the point of orgasm was
always accompanied by the sight of her mother's face twisted in sexual rut
from that one occasion.  Afterward she would feel relieved that it was
over, but was also overcome with the usual strong sense of shame and guilt.
Sometimes she would try to just stop frigging herself by getting up and
doing something else to take her mind off of it, but found that she
couldn't concentrate until she had finished the job.  So she would return
resignedly to playing with herself until it was over.

   On a couple of occasions Karen became concerned with her preoccupation
with her mother and considered seeking professional help if for no other
reason than to assure herself that she wasn't crazy.  The sense of shame
and embarrassment attendant with sharing this with another person, even a
professional, prevented this, however.  At those rare times when she would
allow herself to consciously consider the situation, Karen could admit to
herself that it was indeed unusual for a daughter to be somehow consciously
attached to her mother sexually.  She decided that she was not in love with
her mother either sexually or romantically, but that there was some sort of
attraction that was acting on her.  She also concluded that she was not a
lesbian because the thought of having sex with another woman didn't seem to
effect her one way or the other; she wasn't excited about the idea, but
neither was she repulsed by it.  That her mother might be a lesbian
bothered her at first until she realized that people needn't be just one
way or the other, but could enjoy both hetero- and homosexual activity.
The acceptance on her part of bisexuality was a blessing to her for it
allowed her to justify her mother's life style.

   As to the nature of her attraction for her mother, Karen continued to be
mystified.  That Janet was a beautiful woman there was no doubt; everyone
said so, even her father.  She was beautiful to look at even at the age of
42.  Karen had always wanted to have the beautiful long wavy blond hair and
sleek build that her mother possessed.  It gave her an air of confidence
and poise that most women didn't have.  Instead, Karen had inherited her
physical characteristics from her father.  She was overly tall at just a
fraction of an inch under six feet.  She was also just slightly on the
"big" side as other members of the family used to chide her about.  At one
time she thought about pursuing a career as a model because of her height,
but was told by people in the know that she was not thin enough although
she was not overweight.  They said she had big bones.  She also had the
dark Italian looks of her father.  She had olive hued skin which tanned
very nicely and beautiful, shiny black hair with haunting dark eyes.
Nature had also been kind to her in the bosom department where it had
skimped on in her mother's case.  Karen had a very full bust which measured
a 38C.  It was not just that she had large breasts, but rather that they
were spread out and covered her entire chest and were firm almost to the
point of hardness.  For one so full-breasted it was unusual that she didn't
need to wear a bra, but did so nonetheless out of an inate sense of
modesty.

   The one thing that she did share with her mother, though, were two of
the largest nipples she had ever seen.  Her mother, although not nearly as
bosomy as Karen, also had enormous nipples and areolae and passed these on
to her daughter.  Unlike Janet's pinkish brown teats, Karen's were a dark
purple hue, almost black in color and curved slightly upward.r Her husband
Harold said it was her most sexy feature and would devote hours to
fondling, kissing and sucking them.  Karen was not adverse to this
attention because her breasts, and especially the nipples, also like her
mothers, were extremely errogenous.  Although she never told anyone this
because she considered the practice to be somewhat perverse, when
masturbating she would use her free hand to play with her nipples sometimes
to the point where she would quit frigging her pussy and use both hands on
her breasts.  On rare occasions she could even make herself cum by pulling
and twisting her nipples.  When she got married and discovered the almost
overwhelming sensations created by having someone suck her tits she tried
it once when alone and discovered that she could easily get her big nipples
and areolae into her own mouth.  From then on this became a regular part of
her masturbatory technique and she almost always would orgasm while sucking
on her own breast.

   At this point, Karen, of course, was not totally aware of the
similarities both women possessed with respect to their physical
sensitivities.  She was aware that she was her mother's daughter in a
number of respects, but that in others she no way resembled her.  Where
Janet's personality was often effervescent and outgoing, Karen was shy and
somewhat introverted.  This was inherent in her character and was often
taken wrongly for weakness.  Karen had a strong sense of self and an inward
confidence that was not immediately apparent.  Her husband discovered this
to his dismay shortly after they were married.

   Janet arrived as planned and things were fine between mother and
daughter the first three days of her mother's stay.  On the fourth day as
the evening wore on while they watched television, Karen became nervous and
cranky.  Sensing trouble, Janet was unusually solicitous and asked her
daughter gently what the problem was.  Karen just bitched back that she had
a problem with constipation and the baby not feeding enough leaving her
breasts swollen and tender.  Although the doctor said it wasn't serious it
was nonetheless bothersome and put her in a bad mood.

   Trying to be helpful Janet gently offered, "Well, dear, there is a sure
cure for that little constipation problem."

   "I've tried everything, mother, and nothing seems to work.  Apple juice,
prune juice, MetMucil, laxatives .  .  .  you name it - I've tried it and
nothing seems to work!" "How about an enema?  Have you tried that, Karen?"
her mother quizzed.  "Oh, god, mother, nobody does that anymore, do they?"
"I still do on occasion and it works for me every time."

   "Well, even so, I wouldn't have the faintest idea of how to go about
it." "Well, I'd be glad to help you with it, if you'd like, dear," Janet
said.

   "Do you really think it would work?"

   "Sure.  Why not give it a try.  You'll feel much better afterward, I
guarantee."

   "Well, if you think so, maybe I will.  Anything would be better than
feeling like this all the time." "Fine, dear.  Now .  .  .  if you want me
to help you I'll need to have a syringe and water bottle?"

   Karen looked puzzled, but then said, "I know.  I have the bottle and a
douche attachment.  Will that work?"

   "Don't you have all the stuff that came with the bottle?"

   "Maybe, but I'll have to look," Karen said as she got up from the dinner
table and handing the baby to her mother went upstairs to look.  Five
minutes later she returned with the original box with the water bottle,
hose and the douche nozzle."

   "This is all I could find, mother.  Will this do?"

   "It's not the right tip, but it should work.  Just a tad larger than the
regular enema syringe.  We can try it anyway."

   All of a sudden there seemed to be a strained silence until Karen asked,
"Well, what should I do?"

   "Why don't we go upstairs and put the baby in the crib and then I'll
help you out, OK." Janet rose with the baby as did Karen and they traipsed
upstairs.  When the baby was put down Janet said, "Why don't you just lie
down on the bed, dear, and I'll go fill the bottle.  We'll try just water
at first and if that doesn't seem to work, we'll mix a little oil with it."

   Karen, who was dressed in shorts and blouse, lay down on her back on the
bed waiting for her mother.  Janet filled the bottle with warm water from
the tub, attached the hose and nozzle and returned to the bedroom.

   "Now dear, do you have any jelly or Vaseline?"

   Without thinking, Karen rolled on her side and opened the night stand
drawer and withdrew a tube of K-Y jelly and handed it to her mother.  Not
until she had done so had she thought about it and then she became suddenly
embarrassed.  She was beginning to have second thoughts about what was
going to happen and she seriously considered just putting a stop to it
immediately, but the excitement and arousal she was beginning to feel
overrode her shame and embarrassment and she remained silent.

   "OK dear, roll over on your stomach and undo your shorts."

   When she had done this and pushed her shorts and panties down around her
knees leaving her buttocks exposed she suddenly felt once again that strong
sense of shame and the vision of her mother that fateful night again
returned leaving her flushed and uneasy.

   "I think it would be a good idea, Karen, if you would just remove your
shorts and panties altogether.  It'll be easier that way," Janet said as
she looked at her daughter's prone figure.

   When Karen didn't immediately respond to her mother's suggestion, Janet
just shrugged and said, "Here, I'll help you with them," and reached down
and pulled Karen's clothes down over her feet and off, throwing them on the
chair against the wall.  As she looked down at her daughter's large, pert
ass sticking up she thought that her daughter really was beautiful for such
a tall full woman.

   "Now, dear, if you'll just spread your legs slightly we'll get this over
with." Karen did as asked and opened her legs a little bit.  It seemed like
the longest time until she finally felt the strange sensation of her mother
gently probing a lubricated finger between her ass cheeks, searching for
her anus.  She was not quite on the mark and Karen felt her mother use her
other hand to spread her cheeks and then the tip of her finger slowly
moving over her puckered hole spreading the jelly.  Shame bound as she was,
it occured to Karen that the sensation of her mother's manipulating her ass
was not unpleasant.  It recalled to mind for her her husband's liking of
that area during sex.

   Finally having lubed Karen's rectum to her satisfaction, Janet put more
jelly on her finger and centered it directly on her daughter's asshole.
She then slowly pushed and rotated, probing with her finger, and it began
to enter Karen's rectum.  During all of this Karen didn't make a sound but
remained rigid on the bed to the extent that her mother said, "Relax, dear,
this will be over shortly and you'll feel much better." Karen was having
trouble remaing relaxed, however, because she was becoming painfully aware
of the stirrings in her groin.  It was all she could do to control herself
and keep from starting to rotate her hips in order to force the probing
finger more deeply into her asshole.

   When Janet had almost her entire finger buried in Karen's ass she slowly
started to remove it.  When it was free, she retrieved the nozzle from the
water bottle and inserted it.  She then raised the water bottle and looped
the end string around the top end of the high bedpost while releasing the
valve on the hose with her other hand.  Water then began flowing into
Karen's insides, filling her and also creating a sensation of pleasure she
hadn't expected.  The pressure from the increasing amount of water inside
her was also jangling the nerves in that part of her body.

   When the water bottle was finally empty Janet said, "Now just lie there
for a minute or two, Karen, and let the enema work.  And just so you don't
dribble I'll just put my finger back in and stop you up."

   Janet then gently inserted her already lubricated finger back into
Karen's anus as she sat down on the edge of the bed.  The sensation of
being so full and having her mother's finger up her ass was working on
Karen and the arousal she was feeling was increasing gradually.  At first
she thought she was imagining it, but she was sure now that her mother was
actually moving her finger in and out of her asshole.  Her mother was
really finger-fucking her asshole - she couldn't believe it.  Suddenly,
Karen was overcome with the desire to give herself an orgasm and she
couldn't wait for her mother to leave.

   "Mom, I really need to go.  Please, let me get up," she said,
impatiently.  Janet removed her finger and Karen could feel the bed move as
her mother stood up.

   "Come on, dear, I'll help you to the bathroom."

   "Oh, mother, I can find it by myself.  I'm OK, honest." Karen slowly got
to her feet, sensing that she shouldn't move too fast, and headed toward
the master bedroom bathroom with Janet trailing her.  As she raised the
toilet seat she glanced over her shoulder to see her mother standing in the
doorway.  Impatient from the need to expel the enema and satisfy the desire
inside her she said shortly, "OK, mother, I'm OK.  Now, please just leave."

   Janet said, "If you're sure, dear," and reluctantly turned.  Then she
added, "If you need anything, just shout.  I'll hear you."

   "Yes, mother - now go." As her mother closed the door Karen sat heavily
down on the toilet seat and thought she would explode right away but
nothing happened.  She tried to force it, but still nothing happened so she
finally just sat there frustrated and stewing in her desire.  Then she gave
in to her arousal and put her right hand between her legs and began to
rapidly fondle herself in a shame ridden frenzy.  She was surprised at how
wet she was.  At first she thought that some of the enema had leaked down
into her pussy but the consistency was wrong; it wasn't water - it was cunt
juice.  Using her fingers she spread her juices over her entire pussy then
began to concentrate moving two fingers over her clitoris jacking it back
and forth forecefully.  It didn't take long.  Before she could imagine it
she was up on the final plateau and still climbing.  As she approached
orgasm she reached her other hand in back of her and down between her
cheeks and began to finger her asshole trying to simulate the same
sensation her mother had created.  It wasn't the same, but it felt good
nonetheless.

   The orgasm finally hit her and it was powerful.  As the first wave
peaked and then dropped off, she lost control of her rectal muscles, her
asshole suddenly opened up and the enema came spewing out in jets with each
succeeding orgasmic spasm.  It went on for what seemed like forever until
Karen was finally spent.  She stopped frigging herself and just sat hunched
over in total exhaustion after having flushed the toilet.  She was wakened
from this trance-like state by a knock on the door from her mother,
wondering if she were OK.  She answered yes, then slowly got up and cleaned
herself up at the sink.  She then went into the bedroom and flopped onto
the bed and promptly fell into a deep sleep.

                           End of Part 1

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                      STORY:  The Visit
                            Part 2

   It was early morning when Karen finally woke up.  At first she didn't
even remember going to bed, but as she slowly sat up her memory began to
come back.  As she looked down at herself her foggy memory recalled her
mother having given her the enema followed by her masturbating in the
bathroom and then flopping into bed.  What she could not figure out was how
she had gotten her clothes off and her nightgown on.  As she looked around
the room she spotted the clothes she had on yesterday neatly folded on a
chair.  She then guessed correctly that her mother had come in at some time
during the night and put her to bed properly.

   Karen lazily rose from the bed and went over to the dresser where she
dug out a new nursing bra and pair of panties.  Putting on the bra she
became aware of how swollen and painful her breasts were.  She then
rummaged around in the closet for something to wear.  Finding a clean
sleeveless blouse and pair of shorts she put them on along with bobbysox
and her new tennis shoes and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and
comb her hair.  While doing so she marveled at how good she felt in spite
of the previous evening's activities.  Feeling she had better urinate she
lowered her shorts and panties and sat on the commode.  This brought back
more memories of the previous night and how she had sat in exactly this
same spot and brazenly masturbated herself while openly fantasizing about
her mother.  As she began to ruminate once more about the strangeness of
her attraction for her mother she admitted to herself that she had indeed
enjoyed the feel of her mother's hands on her.  She did enjoy having her
mother's finger up her ass - especially the second time when it felt like
Janet was finger fucking her.  It still seemed to Karen as if her mother
had been purposely trying to stimulate her.  This made her wonder if
somehow the attraction might be mutual.  Was there even the slightest
possibility that Janet was sexually attracted to her, she wondered.

     The whole thing started to seem to her to border on the ridiculous
when she tried to imagine herself engaged in some sort of sex act with her
mother.  For the life of her, she just couldn't picture herself going down
on her mother or vice versa.  It was too outrageous.  Did she want to do
it?  Absolutely not!  What then, she wondered, would she do if given the
opportunity to be sexual with her?  Then it occured to her that if, instead
of lying on her back in solitary masturbation while fantasizing about her,
her mother were there watching her and she could look at her when she came,
maybe that would solve this whole business and remove the years-long
fascination she had about it.  Karen then blushed at the thought of having
her mother watch her jack off or even the thought of ever asking her mother
to do such a thing.  But it would be exciting she admitted to herself;
awfulfilthydirtyrottenperverted - but so exciting!

     Mixed among all of these confusing and troublesome thoughts was the
dreadfully arousing sense that something was on the brink of changing.
Karen couldn't, however, bring any of these lines of thinking to a
sensible, logical conclusion and decided to just let it go and let things
take their own course.

               * * * * *

   "Did you sleep well, Karen.  You've been knocked out for hours?" her
mother asked as Karen entered the living room where Janet was rocking the
baby while watching a game show on television.

   "Wow.  I don't know what happened.  I feel like I slept for centuries!
How's Sally?" Karen asked, looking down at her child.

   "You were really knocked out.  When I came upstairs you were already
zonked out.  I got you into bed and that was some chore, believe me!
Sally's just fine - probably pretty hungry since you haven't fed her all
night long.  Are you sure you're OK?"

   "Fine, except my tits ache," Karen said, absentmindedly cupping her
breasts in her palms and squeezing gently.  Why don't you give me Sally and
we'll see if she's all that hungry.  I sure could use the relief."

   Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated herself at the other
end of the couch and undid her blouse.  Pushing the blouse off her
shoulder, she pulled down the flap on the bra cup exposing a swollen breast
with a huge angry dark nipple.  She then brought the baby up to her breast
where it began to suckle.

   "That's better, huh," her mother commented as she stood up.  "Let me get
you a cup of coffee."

   "Let's just hope it lasts," Karen said resignedly.

   After five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep so Karen took it
over to the crib in the corner of the room and put it down to nap.
Returning to the couch hitching up her bra and buttoning her blouse it was
obvious she was uncomfortable.

   "Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a suggestion."

   "What's that mother," Karen asked, wearily.

   "Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if you'd milk your breasts when
you get this way."

   "Mother - really!  You come up with the most old fashioned ideas.  Does
anybody really do that anymore?"

   "Does it really matter, Karen," Janet exclaimed,exasperated with her
daughter's attitude, "it works - or at least it did years ago.  I don't see
that it wouldn't today, do you?"

   "Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that.  But I don't have one of those
breast pump things and they're expensive as hell."

   "You don't need one of those, silly.  I just used to use my hands and it
worked just fine.  Besides, you can save the milk and we can use it to feed
Sally when you're not around or are asleep or whatever."

   "That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of special technique
you have to learn, or something?"

   "If you want, I'll show you how to do it.  There's really nothing to it,
you know."

   "OK, why don't you show me how it's done."

   Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and then said, "OK, why
don't you take off your blouse and bra.  It'll be easier if those things
aren't in the way." Karen then started to unbutton her blouse, but as she
did so she began to feel a little squeemish at the idea of being totally
bare-breasted in front of her mother.  `That's silly,' she thought, `she's
my mother, for god's sake.' Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as she
divested herself of the garments.  Karen then looked over at her mother who
she caught staring in a transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge,
turgid inch long nipples jutting slightly upwards from their angry puckered
areolae.

   At just this moment Karen recognized the look on her mother's face as
much the same one she had seen so many years ago and had been seeing
regularly in her fantasies; the realization made her insides tighten
involuntarily.

   "Mother, are you OK?" Karen asked hesitantly.

   "Oh, yes, dear, - fine," Janet seemed to jerk out of her pre-occupation,
"I was just admiring what you inhereted from me that I never had - sorry if
I embarrassed you." Karen was taken aback at her mother's forthrightness
causing her to remain silent without comment.

   Janet then suggested, "It would probably be easiest if you would sit
upright in a straight-backed chair.  That way I can lean over your shoulder
and show you how it's done."

   Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with arousal at the
realization that her mother probably intended to touch her breasts in
demonstrating the milking technique.  She had just assumed that Janet would
demonstrate on herself.

   "Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother?" Karen queried.

   "Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen," Janet said rising from the
couch and heading toward the back end of the house.  Still absentmindedly
absorbed in her thoughts, Karen also stood and followed her mother.  When
they got into the kitchen Janet pulled a chair out from the table and
motioned for Karen to seat herself which she did, rigidly and ramrod
straight.  When Karen was seated, her mother went around behind her and
bent over her.

   "Now, I'm going to show you what to do by demonstrating on your right
tit and as I'm doing it I want you to use your left hand on the other one
and imitate what I'm showing you, OK?"

   "Sure, I guess," Karen muttered anxiously, "but won't we need something
to catch the milk in?"

   "Well, just for right now let's not worry about catching the milk.
Besides, until you get the hang of it, the milk's going to go all over the
place anyway.  We'll just mop up when we're done."

   Karen was really feeling funny now as her mother reached down with her
hand and cupped it under her right breast.  "Go on, use your left hand and
put it under your tit like I'm doing."

   When Karen did it, her mother said, "Now put your thumb on top and your
index finger underneath - maybe you'll want to use two fingers since your
nipple is so big - yeah, like that - and put them behind the nipple and
press downward.  Then, while you press downward, pull out at the same time.
See," Janet said as she did what she described and a spray of milk shot out
from her daughter's nipple landing on the floor in front of them.  "Simple,
huh.  Now you try it," Janet said.

   Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she kept on she began
to express a little milk from her left breast.  Her mother instructed her
to adjust the position of her fingers and on her next attempt she was
surprised to see a number of long streams of milk jetisson from the tip of
her nipple.

   "The important thing is to get a rhythm going," Janet coaxed, "now see
if you can do it along with me," and she began to slowly milk her
daughter's right breast with Karen doing her left about at the same pace.
Pretty soon both breasts were shooting milk simulateously creating a wet
mess on the floor, but neither woman seemed to be concerned with this.

   After about ten pulls on her breasts, Karen realized that she was
becoming extremely aroused by this mammary manipulation and she could feel
her cunt begin to moisten.  Even more confusing to her was the realization
that she was so aroused that if they didn't stop this pretty soon she might
have on orgasm.  But she couldn't stop and her mother wasn't stopping
either so she just remained rigid in the chair, powerless to help herself,
feeling the climax slowly building in both her groin and her breasts.  She
was entranced now and as she felt the orgasm near she began to shake all
over.

   Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause quickly as well.

   "My god, Karen, are you OK?  You're shaking like a leaf." Janet came
around from behind the chair and knelt down in front of her daugther.
Looking up, she could see that Karen's upper chest was blotched with large
red spots and her face was likewise flushed and swollen.  Karen, breathing
in gulps, averted her eyes as her mother placed a hand on each of her knees
to support herself.

   "You're not sick, are you?" Janet queried as she looked up into Karen's
glazed eyes.  Then it hit her.  "Oh, no, you're not sick at all.  You were
just about to cum, weren't you, Karen."

   Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and confusion began to
form in the bottom of her eyes.  Seeing this, Janet raised a hand and
cupping her daughter's chin, lifted her face gently upwards.  "It's OK,
darling, really it is.  Some women react that way.  I mean, after all, tits
are errogenously sensitive aren't they.  And sometimes it doesn't matter
who is doing it, does it?" Janet added solcitously.

   "Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed," Karen almost wailed.

   "Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear.  Actually, you should
consider yourself lucky to have such sensitive tits.  You must have
inherited those from me too." When Karen only moaned in response Janet
asked, "You didn't come though, did you, dear?"

   After a silent moment Janet continued, "It's Ok if you .  .  ." and
seeing Karen slightly shake her head 'no,' she went on, "well, uh, if you
still want to, you can - it's alright - I don't mind."

   "Oh, god, mother," Karen sobbed, "I'm so embarrassed.  I can't believe
this is happening."

   Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her daughter, began
to slowly and gently stroke her thighs.  Gathering all the courage she
could, Karen turned her head and looked down at her mother.  Her eyes were
diverted instantly from Janet's face to the open V in her mother's white
blouse, the first thre buttons of which were undone.  The garment was loose
and Janet wasn't wearing a bra.  As she leaned forward it gave Karen a full
view of her mother's breasts with their enormous nipples which were
obviously in a state of erection.  Karen was fascinated with the sight; she
hadn't remembered her mother's breasts as having such large nipples.
Fleetingly she wondered what it would be like to suck on another woman's
breasts and the thought thrilled her and added more fuel to her already
fired-up state.  She was painfully aware of her predicament when her
mother's speaking brought her back to reality.  "Really, Karen, I
understand and it's OK.  I know you've gotten very aroused and must be
right on the brink of cumming.  If you want to, I don't mind."

   Karen looked at her mother dumbfounded and remained silent.  Her left
hand was still at her breast and she unconsciously squeezed it sending
another squirt of milk, surprising both women and landing on her mother's
face, blouse and hair.  Without flinching, Janet removed a hand from
Karen's thigh and reached up to cup Karen's free breast, the one she had
been demonstrating on previously and began to squeeze it again.  This
caused the younger woman to continue fondling her other tit and in a couple
of moments Karen had forgotten her embarrassment as her sexual excitement
returned and her breathing quickened.  She was soon overtaken with sexual
abandon and the overpowering desire to have her nipple sucked.  Arousal
overcame fear and embarrassment as she looked into her mother's eyes and
said, "Mother, this is crazy, I know, but would you .  .  .  suck my nipple
.  .  .  please?  I just want .  .  .  I need, to have my tit sucked right
now!"

   Just looking at her daughter in the throes of passion had finally gotten
to Janet and she was now felt herself becoming sexually aroused.  Glancing
for a short moment into her daughter's eyes without saying a word, she then
bent her head forward and lifted the breast she was fondling to her open
mouth and stuck out her tongue.  Squeezing the tit again she sent a jet of
milk into her mouth which she swallowed.  She then pulled Karen's breast
forward and clamped her full lips over the nipple and began to forcefully
suck.  After a moment she stopped and raised her head and said to her
daughter, "If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate yourself, that's OK
too, dear."

   "Mom .  .  .  I don't need to .  .  .  please don't stop!" was Karen's
quick response as she continued to milk her other breast furiously.  As
Janet hurriedly resumed sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen abandoned the
milking motion she was using and grabbed her nipple between her thunb and
fingers and began to viciously pull and twist on it.

   "Oh, mother, I'm going to cum.  Suck harder, please .  .  .  suck harder
.  .  .  faster .  .  .  oh god, yessssssss .  .  .  here it cums .  .  .
now .  .  .  oh, my god, mother .  .  .  I'm cumming .  .  .  chew my
nipple off .  .  .  oh, fuck!" As Karen's body went rigid and then began to
quake to the spasms of her orgasm she grabbed her whole breast once more
and squeezed with all her might sending a long, forceful stream of milk
high into the air.

   Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but finally the spasms
subsided and she slumped down in the chair.  Janet then quit sucking her
and leaned back on her heels and looked up at her daughter lovingly.

   "That was some climax, young lady!  I wish all mine were like that."
Both women then looked at each other and began to laugh.  Seeing that her
daughter was really exhausted Janet said, "Come on, dear, let's get you
into the living room and then I'll clean up this mess.

                          End of Part 2

                     The Visit - Part 3

    When Karen was seated on the sofa with her blouse draped loosely over
her shoulders her mother returned to the kitchen to mop up the mess they
had made.  Janet was glad to have these few moments to herself to think
about what had just happened.

   Janet had been taken completely by surprise by the turn of events.  At
the moment she was feeling a mixture of guilt and arousal at the thought
that she had inadvertantly managed to not only turn her daughter on
sexually, but had also aided her in bringing her to orgasm.  The fact that
she was equally at home sexually with both men and women had no bearing on
the situation.  Karen was her daughter!  And that made it incest, what they
had just done.  Nonetherless, Janet was still aroused by the incident.

   As she bent down with a rag in one hand to soak up the mess on the
floor, the feel of her daughter's turgid, squirting nipple in her mouth and
her heavy breast in her hand continued to excite her in spite of the fact
that she knew it was taboo.  Swiping purposefully with the cloth at the wet
floor she reached up with her free hand and grasped her own erect nipple
through the fabric of her blouse and gave it a hard twist.  This send an
electric bolt directly to her already swollen clitoris.

   God, I'd just love for her to return the favor right now, Janet wished,
against her will.  If there were only some way I could continue this
without feeling guilty I would.  But Janet was at a loss as to how to
approach the subject with her daughter without possibly risking the loss of
their mutual sense of trust, respect and emotional well-being.  On the
other hand, she also didn't understand what had gotten into her daughter;
it was so uncharacteristic of her.  She had always thought Karen was a real
straight arrow when it came to matters as personal as these.  She had never
once considered Karen from a sexual point of view.  It was clear to her,
however, that she was going to have to do something for herself; she was so
turned on that she couldn't even think straight and needed relief.

   Common sense prevailing, it occured to Janet that probably the best
thing to do right now would be to make sure her daughter was OK and
reassure her in case she had any misgivings about their recent contact.
Then they could agree to put the incident behind them and get on with it.
She would then simply excuse herself and go upstairs and masturbate and
hope that would relieve the tremendous arousal she was feeling.

   Feeling a sense of ease at finally having arrived at what she considered
the right course of action to take, Janet finished the cleanup and got
herself in mental and physical order.  She then went back to the living
room fully intending to make the situation comfortable for both of them.
After all, they would both be seeing a lot of each other for the next few
months until Karen's husband returned.  At least that was the plan.

   Karen was still seated on the couch leaning back with her eyes closed.
Sensing her mother's presence, she opened them and said, "Mother, I want to
apologize.  I really don't know what got into me.  I'm really so
embarrassed, really I am."

   Janet's heart went out to her daughter and as she sat down on the love
seat opposite Karen she said, "Dear, it's perfectly alright.  There's
nothing to be embarrassed about.  You're a healthy young woman whose
husband has been away for some time and your body probably just responded
to the lack of normal activity.  I don't want you to give it another
thought." It was then that Janet's eyes settled on Karen's carelessly open
blouse, which was simply draped over her shoulders.  The blouse was open
enough so that parts of both her large areolae were visible.  For some
reason Janet found herself fascinated with her daughter's breasts and just
sat staring at them wondering what the attraction was.

   Noticing her mother's distraction Karen inquired, "I hope you're OK,
mother.  You're not mad at me are you?"

   Returning her attention to Karen, Janet answered, "Of course, I'm not
mad at you.  How could I be?!" And then, without thinking Janet just
blurted out, "OK?  Am I OK!  No, goddamnit, I'm not OK!  I'm horny as hell.
It's been ages since I had any sex and I'm ready to burst.  I'm afraid that
what happened in the kitchen just now has really got me going."

   "Oh, mother, I'm so sorry - really I am.  I'd do anything if I could
just take that back.  I didn't mean to hurt you or upset you.  Honest."

   Seeing Karen's sincere concern for her softened Janet and she replied,
"It's OK dear, it's not your fault and you don't really have anything much
to do with it.  It's my problem - not yours."

   "I know, but I feel somehow responsible."

   "Well, you aren't dear.  It's just that I'm human, too, and not immune
to getting aroused by sexual situations - even someone else's."

   At this point Karen, wanting to help but not knowing how, said, "Mother,
don't you ever masturbate?"

   "Masturbate?  Of course I do, darling.  In fact, I prefer that these
days to screwing, what with all the diseases going around."

   "Well, wouldn't it help right now?  I mean, if you masturbated?"

   "Oh, Karen, I'm sick of doing it by myself.  It'd be nice to have
someone else around, even if just to watch, but I'm afraid that being away
from home has temporarily removed that possibility."

   Karen couldn't believe her ears.  She sensed that here might be an
opportunity to become involved sexually with her mother, at least in an
indirect way.  Actually, a safer way than she had thought of.  With her
heart pounding in her ears she looked over at her mother and said softly,
"I'm here, mother."

   When Janet looked quizically at her daughter without speaking, Karen
repeated, "I said, I'm here - if that would help."

   Janet just looked at her daughter and said, "I'm sorry dear, I don't
quite understand exactly what you mean."

   "Just what I said, mother.  I'm here." Karen was starting to get nervous
about having to repeat herself over and over again and was afraid that her
mother would make her have to spell out exactly what she was getting at.
She would really prefer it if her mother would get the hint and make some
kind of overture.

   "I know you're here, Karen, and I appreciate it very much," was all
Janet said.

   Becoming a little exasperated and trying not to sound impatient, Karen
tried once more.  "Well, that's not exactly what I was getting at mother."

   "What then, dear?"

   "What I mean then is, that I'm here.  If you just want to be with
someone while you masturbate and you think it would help, well, then I'm
here.  OK?"

   Janet couln't have hoped for anything more.  But now the battle began
anew.  Should she continue by taking advantage of her daughter's offer or
do what she felt was morally right and refuse the offer.  Not being able to
overcome her libido she finally replied non-commitally, "That's very kind
of you, Karen."

   "I mean it, mother.  I wouldn't mind if you wanted to masturbate in
front of me."

   "Really?" Janet queried.

   "Really.  In fact, to be honest, I'd love to watch you do it to
yourself.  It'd probably relieve me of feeling bad about having gotten you
in this state in the first place."

   "Oh, Karen, I'd hate to impose on you in this way .  .  ." and she let
it trail off there, hoping beyond hope, and not knowing Karen felt the same
way, that her daughter wouldn't get frightened and change her mind.

   "You wouldn't be imposing, mother.  Honestly, it's alright." And now
Karen was afraid her mother would get cold feet and back out of the
direction this was heading.  While this was occuring to her she became
aware of just how badly she wanted to have sex with her mother and made the
instant decision that she would do whatever it took to make sure it would
happen.  She was now beyond caring about morals or anything else, for that
matter.  She just wanted it to happen.

   Being at a loss for anything to say which she felt could grease the
skids of the situation she came up with an idea and said to her mother, "In
fact, if it would help, I have a vibrating dildo upstairs that Richard gave
me a while back for when he was gone and I'd be glad to get it for you if
you want to use it."

   When her mother looked at her and started to smile, the humor of the
situation struck both of them simultaneously and they both started to
chuckle.

   "That's kind of a real personal thing, dear.  Are you sure you wouldn't
mind me using it?"

   "Are you kidding," Karen retorted, "my tits are kind of my personal
things, too, and you just got done sucking on THEM!"

   Suddenly, Janet got smolderingly serious and looking piercingly at her
daughter said, "Did it feel good, Karen.  Did you like the way I sucked
your nipple, huh?"

   The statement shot right down to Karen's cunt and she could feel herself
starting to secrete again at the thought of her mother sucking on her
breast.

   Still, the slight sarcasm came out in her next statement, "You didn't
happen to notice, by chance, that sucking on my nipple made me come, did
you?" And then Karen instantly regretted the remark, but saw that her
mother had taken it lightly.  For lack of anything better at the moment and
to hide her mounting anxiety over her renewed arousal and embarrassment
Karen told her mother that she would get the dildo and proceded to rise and
go upstairs.

   When she came back down a few moments later with the black object in her
hand, it appeared that Janet was still in the same position in the love
seat until she saw that her mother had one hand inserted in the waistband
of her shorts.  Confident now that things would continue, she felt she
could risk another jocular remark so she said, "What's the matter, mother.
Are you so horny you just couldn't wait for me to return?" Janet didn't
answer, but just smiled.

   Rather than go over to her mother with the dildo, Karen decided to just
sit and watch so she lowered herself once again to her previous position on
the couch across from her mother and laid the instrument on the cushion
beside her.  The silence grew quickly heavy as Karen watched her mother
remove her hand and start to unbutton her shorts.  Using both hands she
pushed them and her panties down around her ankles and kicked them aside.
Then she scooted herself forward to the edge of the loveseat and sat
upright while spreading her legs.  Karen now had a perfect view of her
mother's pussy and was amazed at the mass of thick, long hair that covered
her triangle.  She wondered briefly why she herself didn't have nearly that
much hair.

   When she was in position, Janet looked over at Karen and asked, "Are you
sure this is OK, dear.  I mean .  .  .  oh, hell .  .  ." and she lowered
her left hand to her groin and slowly started to explore herself with her
index finger, probing into the mass of beautiful hair.

   Karen was entranced watching her mother, whose head was bent down as she
gently caressed herself.  Karen was becoming increasinly aroused herself,
but she didn't move or say anything for fear of terminally interrupting the
situation.

   Without looking up Janet moaned, "Oh, god, this feels good.  So good.

   "Do you ever do it like this, dear - sitting up?  This is my favorite
position.  I cum better this way than any other." It was already evident to
Karen that her mother's breathing was getting more rapid.

   Ever so softly Karen answered, "Yes - lots of times.  I like to do it
sitting on the toilet seat, just like that.  Especially after I've douched.
I seem to cum better that way, too."

   Janet then slowly raised her head and looking at her daughter asked,
"Dear, I know this may shock you, but would you do me a favor and open your
blouse so I can look at your breasts again?"

   "I'm not shocked at all, mother," Karen responded as she pulled the
sides of her blouse open and shrugged out of it leaving herself bare to the
waist and completely open to her mother's view.

   "Oh, Karen, you have such beautiful big breasts.  I'd kill to have
those, I would."

   "Do you like them, mother?  Do they turn you on?" Karen asked coyly
being aware that she was now being somewhat of a tease.

   "Yes, they turn me on.  How do you think I got this way this morning?"

   "You mean you actually enjoyed it when I asked you to suck them?"

   "Of course I enjoyed it, silly.  I wouldn't have done it otherwise,
would I?  And judging by your violent reaction you enjoyed it too.  You
really like to have your breasts sucked, don't you?"

   "Yes, I do," sighed Karen, her own breathing starting to get more rapid.

   Janet's hand was now moving in a regular manner as she manipulated her
first two fingers between her thick cunt lips, moving them in a circular
way around her clitoris which was bathed in juice from her excitement.  As
her arousal mounted she felt her usual tendency toward earthy language and
asked her daughter, "Has another woman ever sucked your breasts, darling?"

   Without hesitation Karen answered, "No, mother, you're the first woman
to have ever sucked on my breasts - I'm not gay." Then thinking about it
she added, "Wait, that's if you don't count me myself."

   "Huh?  You mean to tell me that you can suck your own breasts?" Janet
asked, incredulously.

   "My turn to shock you, right.  Of course.  I do it all the time when I
jerk off.  I've been doing it for years, mother.  Actually, that's one
reason I think my nipples are so abnormally big." And then it occured to
her that her mother was small breasted enough that it wouldn't be possible
for her to do it and she felt a little bit ashamed at having been so brazen
in her attitude.

   "Oh, god, that's really sexy.  Would you mind showing me, dear, how you
do it, would you?  I'd just love to see you do it to yourself."

   "No, I don't mind." Karen moved her hand up and cupped her right breast
in her palm.  Lowering her head and chin she pushed up with her hand, stuck
out her tongue and began laving the upper curve of her swollen tit, making
it slick with her saliva.

   "Can you get your nipple in your mouth, Karen," Janet queried in a low
voice that came out almost as a croak.

   "Uh, huh," Karen mumbled as she placed her thumb on top of her breast
and started to angle the distended nipple toward her mouth.  This motion
had the startling effect of causing a stream of milk to eject from the
pressured nipple before she could get it to her mouth squirting over her
entire face and right into her eye.

   "Oh, shit," she exclaimed loudly, and using her free hand grabbed the
blouse behind her and swabbed at her wet face.  "Hmmm, that tastes good.
Let's try that again." Once more she turned her nipple to her mouth, but at
an angle and managed to clamp her mouth over it before milk got all over.

   "Oh, jeez, Karen - that's so sexy - watching you do that." Janet had now
paused in her ministrations and just sat looking as her daughter fed
herself her breast, sucking hungrily at the nipple.  She was still awed by
the fact that Karen was going along with this and comsumed by the intense
eroticism brought forth for her by the pervertedness of being sexual with
her own child.  Libido had finally conquered her shame, she mused.

   Although her head was bent, Karen moved her eyes to look at her mother
and seeing that had stopped playing with herself raised her head and asked,
"Did you cum already, mother?"

   "Not quite, dear.  And I don't want to, yet.  That's why I stopped.  I'm
so sensitive now just watching you that if I touch myself again I'll shoot
off immediately and I don't want this to end."

   "I don't either, mom." Karen said, but before Karen could resume nursing
herself her mother said, "Dear, could I ask you to come over here and suck
on my nipple?  Would you mind?"

   "Oh, mother, really.  Would you let me do that?"

    "I want you to do it, darling." And Karen let go of her own breast and
slid to the floor and waddled on her knees to where her mother sat on the
edge of the love seat.  As she approaced, Janet began unbuttoning her
blouse rapidly.  By the time Karen was positioned in front of her the
blouse was undone and off.  Except for her tennis shoes and sox, Janet now
sat naked in front of her daughter who was looking at the marvelous breasts
and nipples she had so often fantasized about.  Karen was also now aware of
the strong, musky scent of her mother's cunt and found the aroma exciting
even though it seemed to her to differ from her own scent of arousal.

   Concentrating now on the swollen nipple not inches from her mouth, Karen
put her hands on the edge of the cushions on either side of her mother's
naked thighs and, leaning forward, stuck out her tongue.  Janet reached up
with a hand and cupped her breast and squeezing, pushed it out toward her
daughter's waiting mouth.  She softly moved her other hand to the back of
Karen's head and gently pulled it towards her.  Karen's wet tongue finally
came into contact with the erect nipple and she resisted any further
movement as she lazily ran her tongue over and around the turgid flesh and
then in wider circles, wetting the areola with her saliva.  When her
mother's breast tip was literally dripping Karen then closed her pouty lips
over the nipple and began to rapidly move her tongue sideways over the
hard, thick appendage sticking halfway to her throat.

   When she heard her mother moan, Karen then opened her mouth as wide as
possible and took as much of the breast in as she could.  When she looked
down she was amazed to see that she hadn't been able to get the entire
areola into her mouth.

   "Oh, Christ, Karen - you're a natural tit sucker.  That feels so
delicious, don't ever stop."

   Karen's head was swimming.  She couldn't believe she was now sucking on
her own mother's nipple and feeling her shake in the throes of passion.
She realized now that this is something she had always wanted to do - from
the very night she had seen her mother with that other woman.  The air was
thick with sex and it made her giddy.  She considered whether at the moment
she would be capable of touching her mother's pussy or even sucking on her
mother's cunt, but decided she wasn't sure she wanted to go that far or
even if her mother would be prepared for that.  Instead, she moved both
hands from the seat cushions and put them on the back of her mother's legs
and began to lightly fondle them.  As she did so, she could feel the
tension straining her mother's whole body; it was like a tightly wound
rubber band.

   Suddenly Janet pushed her back and away from her, not roughly but
firmly, saying, "Stop, dear .  .  .  please, just stop.  I can't take it
any more.  Just sit there and watch me while I jack off.  It won't take
long, I promise." She lowered her hand to her pussy and stuck two fingers
into her vagina getting them good and lubricated.  Once wet she brought
them out and forward and began to rapidly move them up and down along each
side of her engorged clit.

   Karen, obeying her mother's wishes, just leaned back on her hands and
looked at her mother flailing herself to orgasm.  Wanting to spur her on,
Karen said excitedly, "Come on, mother, do it.  Make yourself cum.  It's
right there isn't it?  You really want it bad, don't you.  That's it, frig
yourself, frig your wet pussy!" Sensing Janet was close she continued on,
"Mother, look at my breasts.  Look at them!  Look how swollen the nipples
are.  You made them that way, you got my tits so horny sucking on them.
Just think about sucking these big nipples.  Come on, do it - cum for me.
Oh, mother, it's heaven watching you masturbate yourself.  You look so
hot!"

   Janet was right there and said hoarsely, "I'm gonna cum, Karen.  I'm
right there.  Just watch me, OK, just look at me.  Now.  Here it is .  .  .
oh, shit .  .  .  here it cums .  .  .  ahhhhhh .  .  ."

   As Janet hit the high point of her orgasm she suddenly reached up with
her free hand and began twisting one of her large nipples while looking
straight into Karen's eyes.  The shock was like having ice cold water
thrown on her as Karen realized that this was an almost exact repeat of
that night years ago.  She froze to the spot and stopped breathing as she
watch her mother frig herself through the orgasm while still maintaining
eye contact with her.  Janet had that same abandoned, rutted stare from the
past and it made Karen's cunt throb involuntarily.

   When her mother's body began to spasm in time with the orgasm wracking
her, Karen slowly moved forward and put her arms around her only to get
another surprise as Janet glued her mouth to her daughter's and drove her
tongue almost into Karen's throat.

   As the spasms slowly started to subside, Karen disengaged her mouth from
her mother's but continued to hold her closely, aware of their bodies
pressed together, feeling her mother's sweaty breasts crushed against her
own.  Eventually, Janet fell back into the depths of the love seat, pulling
Karen with her and they both just lay there with their legs entwined.  As
Janet's breathing began to quieten Karen gently caressed her mother's damp
face while murmuring to her softly.

                                   End of Part 3

                STORY:  The Visit - Part 4

   As Janet and Karen lay entwined together on the couch recovering from
Janet's massive orgasm the phone rang.  Karen lethargically removed herself
from her mother's embrace and, on unsteady legs, went to the table in the
foyer to answer it.  In a couple of seconds she called to Janet, "It's for
you, mother!"

   "Who is it?" Janet called back, the sound of irritation mixed with
fatigue clearly audible in her voice.

   After about ten seconds Karen appeared in the living room again and
said, "It's for you, mom.  They said it's extremely important - long
distance." Janet rolled off the couch while grabbing at her clothing and
went to take the call.  In about three minutes she returned, now shabbily
clad in her blouse and shorts, and stood in front of her topless daughter
and stated angrily, "Well, there's trouble.  It's with my best account.
Something about a foul up in the title search as well as the financing.
This deal could make me a bundle and I've got to go back and straighten it
out.  Please don't be mad, dear, I'll be back as soon as I can."

   Karen looked up at her mother with sadness written all over her face,
but didn't say anything.  Then she stood up and took a step toward Janet
and flung her arms around her.  Janet hugged Karen closely to her and they
stood like this for some moments until Janet pulled away saying, "I've got
to catch the first flight out of O'Hare.  Would you be so good as to call
me a cab while I try to get myself in some sort of order."

   Karen moved listlessly, putting on her crumpled, milk stained blouse and
then went into the kitchen to get the phone book.  She called the cab
company and ordered her mother's cab and then just went back to the couch
and lay down.  She must have dozed off for in a little while she was
startled to hear her mother open the front door and hand out a suitcase to
a strange man.  Janet gave the man some instructions and told him she would
be out in a moment.  Then she went over to her daughter who had just sat up
and bent down to give her a hug.  Instead, Karen took her mother's face
between both of her hands and, parting her lips slightly, planted her full
mouth directly on her startled mother's newly lip-sticked lips.  Karen then
forced her tongue between her mother's lips and teeth until she couldn't
get it any further into her mouth.  Janet didn't resist her daughter's
insistent kiss, but she didn't get active herself, pulling away after a few
moments.

   "I really have to go, dear.  Don't worry.  I'll call as soon as I know
what's going on." And with that she was quickly out the door and gone, the
sound of the taxi fading in the distance.

   Karen spent the rest of the day in a daze comprised of a mixture of
guilt tinged with an almost vicious edge of sexual arousal.  As she fed the
baby, who finally decided it was hungry, and washed dishes and cleaned the
place up she was constantly aware of her swollen pussy lips.  It also
seemed to her that her nipples had never before been so sensitive.  She had
actually gotten excited with the baby nursing at her breast while thoughts
of her mother's mouth sucking, tonguing and licking her nipple ran rampant
in her consciousness.  The day wore on and on and as it turned into evening
she began to relax a little although she was still aimlessly distracted to
the point that she watched an hour's worth of television, but five minutes
later had forgotten what she saw.  Bringing the baby with her she went to
her bedroom to go to bed.  She was exhausted.

   With the baby in its crib, she crawled under the covers after turning
out the lights but sleep just wouldn't come.  Karen finally decided that
what she needed to get to sleep was a good thorough psyche cleansing
orgasm.  'Fuck it,' she thought to herself, 'I don't care if I am excited
about having sex with my own mother!  I'm just going to do it!'

   She then threw off the covers and spread her legs as wide as possible
and began to frig her wet pussy.  As she continued to masturbate she got
hotter and hotter and she was just about there when the thought from that
morning about eating her mother came to her.  This got her even hotter.
She knew now that this is something she really wanted to do.  She wanted to
give her mother an orgasm with her lips and tongue.  It was crazy, but
that's what she wanted.  The fantasy was driving her wild, but it also had
the curious effect of making her not able to cum in spite of her
excitement.  No matter how she moved her hand or how rapidly or hard or
soft, she just couldn't make it cum.  She finally stopped for a minute to
give herself a rest.

   'Maybe what I need is something stuffed up my cunt.  Maybe that'll bring
me off,' she thought.  Rolling sideways, she opened the nightstand drawer
and searched blindly for the vibrating dildo she had put back that morning,
never having gotten a chance to use it.  Finally grasping it in her hand,
she rolled back over again with legs spread and quickly jammed the cold
instrument straight into her cunt.  She was so well lubricated that there
wasn't the slightest pull or friction; it just sailed right on in and up to
the hilt.  She then twisted the plastic cap and it began its familiar hum
sending subtle waves of pleasure through her vaginal walls into the
surrounding abdominal area.  As it hummed along she again began to
masturbate herself with one hand, the other moving the buried dildo
slightly in and out of her vagina.

   Once again she got right to the point of cumming but couldn't bring
herself over the edge.  This time she didn't stop.  Without thinking she
quickly removed the dildo from her cunt and placed the tip against her
anus.  She hesitated only a moment while a fleeting thought of how perverse
her next action would make her before she pushed the soaking piece of
plastic with all the force she could muster in her tired arm.  The tip
penetrated the anal ring and stopped about an inch inside her rectum when
at the same time Karen's body exploded.  The surprise was so great it
caused Karen to let go her grip on the dildo as she moved her hand
automatically up to her breast to tweak her horny nipple.  The resulting
first wave orgasmic contraction was of such force that it put enough
pressure on the slightly tapered tip of the dildo to force it from her
asshole.  As it fell out she confusedly reached with her other hand and
jammed her middle finger in its place.  Lubrication was abundant and when
her finger was buried as far up as it would go she began to quickly finger
fuck her asshole.  The orgasm was marvelous and at last she felt totally
worn out but relaxed.  In this state she closed her eyes.

   It wasn't but a few seconds before she was almost asleep when the phone
on the bedside began to ring.  Reaching out a hand she brought the phone to
her ear and hoarsely said, "Lo?"

   "Dear, is that you Karen?"

   "Oh, mother, yes, hi - where are you?"

   "I'm home, now.  I went straight to the office from the airport.  What a
mess.  Are you alright, Karen?  You sound like you're not well."

   "I'm OK now mother," Karen said, and then added teasingly, "I just
jerked off the to most amazing cum I've ever had."

   "Karen!" Janet retorted in a scolding voice, but softened it immediately
as she continued, "well - I'm happy for you dear.  I'm just sorry I wasn't
there with you."

   "You will be - won't you, mother?  - soon?"

   "Yes, darling.  I think I can get this wrapped up sometime tomorrow
morning.  Do you want me to take the plane back in the afternoon.  I could
be back by nine tomorrow night!"

   "Oh, yes, mother.  Do it.  Do you want me to pick you up?"

   "No.  I'd rather you prepared a nice homecoming for me.  We can have a
real nice late evening get together when I get back.  What do you say?"

   "Oh, mom.  Yes, of course.  Are you OK?" and now there was a hint of
worry as Karen voiced the question.

   "Yes, darling, I'm just fine.  As a matter of fact, I did it before you
did!" she said cheerily.

   "Huh?  You did what, mother?"

   "Well, uh, I got off before you did.  I was so worked up that half way
through the flight I just put a blanket over me and put my hand under my
skirt and masturbated.  The flight wasn't even a third full - midday, you
know - and hardly a soul around although I think the stewardess knew what
was going on.  If I hadn't had so much to do I would have gone for her.  I
think she would have gone for it, too.  Ah, well .  .  .  another time.
I've got to run, dear.  It's two hours earlier here than there but I've got
to get some sleep.  I'll call and let you know what time I'll be in
tomorrow.  Sweet dreams, dear."

   "OK, mom.  And be good on your way back.  And don't bring any
stewardesses with you.  I want you all to myself!"

   "Not to worry, my darling.  Bye." Click the phone went as Janet hung up.

   Karen just lay there holding the phone cradled between her large
breasts, contented now that she was sure everything was alright between her
and her mother.  She couldn't wait for tomorrow night .  .  .  and she was
fast asleep.

   The next day passed quickly for Karen.  What with house chores,
shopping, lunch with her friend Nancy and various other things the time
flew by.  She was also surprised by the fact that she wasn't more
preoccupied with her mother and yesterday's events.  She felt good and was
looking forward to her mother's return that evening.  At 1:45 that
afternoon her mother called from L.A.  International and told Karen she
would be in on the 8:30 flight, which was just now leaving and again, not
to worry about picking her up - she would take a cab.

   As the time for Janet to be back grew near Karen began to arrange things
in a way she thought would create a romantic atmosphere.  She got a bottle
of champagne cooled down, laid out a couple of glasses, made sure the
living room looked pleasant and lowered the lights to very dim.  She even
put out a couple of candles and lit them, shutting off the lights entirely.
Luckily the baby was cooperating as well and was sound asleep.  She then
went upstairs to change into something that would appeal to her mother's
libido.  She had just one garter belt, black, which she put on along with a
pair of black hose, but no panties.  Along with high heels she chose a
short black skirt that came up above her knees and a sheer white blouse
that was almost a see-thru.  The only problem she had was in trying to
decide whether to wear a bra or not.  She finally decided that since her
breasts were firm enough to stand out on their own she wouldn't wear one.
She consciously admitted to herself that she wanted her mother to be able
to get a really good look at her protrubent nipples which showed clearly
through the shear material of the blouse.

   Having put on a small gold necklace and pair of earings she stood
looking at herself in the full-length bedroom mirror and was pleasantly
surprised at the image which was reflected back to her.  She had been
afraid of looking too much like a whore and was pleased to see that she
didn't appear that way to herself.  She did look nice and fetching, though.
Especially enticing was the fact that her very dark, large nipples and
areolae were plainly visible through the blouse, riding high on her milk
swollen breasts.

   Then she began to wonder if maybe her mother really did want her to look
like a slut.  Maybe that turned her on.  With that in mind, the last thing
she did was apply a thick layer of blood-red lipstick much more heavily
than normal.  There, she thought, I'll concede that one little point.  If
she doesn't like it, it'll easily be fixed.

   Just as she put the last touch to her lips she heard the front door open
and close.  It had to be her mother and she was a little early.  She was
the only one who had the key.  Karen took one last nervous look at herself
in the mirror and headed downstairs in anticipation of a wonderful evening.
She paused at the top of the stairs just long enough to grasp her nipples
through the blouse and pull on them, making them jut out even further than
their normal size.

   Seeing her daughter coming down the stairs was somewhat of a shock for
Janet.  Karen was absolutely stunning, she thought, as she stood glued to
the spot with her mouth half open.  Halfway down the stairs Karen looked at
her and smiled sexily and said, "Hi, mom.  Have a good flight?"

   Janet didn't answer as she walked over to the bottom of the stairway to
wait for her daughter without ever taking her eyes off of her.  When Karen
was on the last step her mother opened her arms and the two women fell into
a tight, almost smothering, embrace.  After a moment they both moved their
heads back and look deeply into each others' eyes before coming together
for a deep soul kiss the likes of which neither one had ever experienced
before.  With their arms around each other and their bodies pressed as
together as closely as humanly possible they stayed locked in the embrace
as each one's mouth, lips and tongues attempted to devour the other.  Both
were panting heavily as they came apart and Janet took Karen's hand and led
her over to the sofa where they both sat on the edge of the cushions half
turned toward one another.

   Karen took this opportunity to really look at her mother for the first
time.  Janet was dressed in one of her severe gray business suits which was
offset, however, by an elegant off-white silk blouse buttoned to the throat
and a very feminie, wide black silk scarf around her neck under the wide
blouse collar.  She also had on matching high heels and sheer charcoal
colored hose.  Somehow, this all enhanced Janet's beautiful wavy blond hair
and tanned skin and Karen was stirred deeply to know that even though her
mother was getting on in years she was still quite beautiful.  And sexy!

   Not knowing where any of this was coming from, Karen continued to look
at her mother and finally got up the courage to state, "Mother, I want you.
I'm sorry, but I can't help it.  I've been sexed up all day long just
thinking about your body and what I want to do to it."

   When Janet started to interrupt, Karen said, "No, wait--let me finish.
I've got to say this even if it sounds weird and perverted, but I've just
got to say it.  I've never been so horny before in my life for another
person.  I don't understand it, but I really don't care anymore.  It
doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong or whether you're my mother or
not or whether it's incest or whatever, I just know how I feel and what I
want to do.  I love you and I want you.  And I want you to love and want
me, too, please." Karen was actually panting at the end of this speech,
both from having uttered it in one breath as well as from being sexually
aroused by the woman sitting next to her.  Nonetheless, she felt glad that
she had come out in the open with it at last.  And now she would wait and
see what her mother's position was going to be.

   "Oh, Karen," Janet sighed dropping her head, "I know, darling.  I feel
the same way.  I do." Now she took one of Karen's hands in her own and
continued, "And I don't know how to handle it all.  I don't want to hurt
you or make your life any more miserable than your father and I have
already made it.  Please know that, dear."

   "I do, mother, I do," Karen voiced fervently and raised her mother's
hand to her lips and bussed it lightly with her lips.

   "Are you sure you really know what you want, Karen?" Janet queried
anxiously.

   Emboldened now Karen said, "Oh, yes, mother, I do.  I simply want to
fuck you and have you fuck me.  Right now I don't care about anything else
in the world." With that Karen reached over and inserted her hand inside
her mother's suit jacket and cupped her small breast and squeezed.  "I so
much want to make you happy and feel good.  I want to make you cum.  Please
let me make you cum," Karen almost pleaded as she continued to fondle her
mother's breast, feeling the large nipple becoming erect throught the
blouse and bra.

   Janet just sat there with her hands in her lap and her eyes closed and
let her daughter feel her up.

   "Oh hell, I don't believe this is happening," she said eventually as
Karen's fingers continued to roll her erected nipple between her fingers.
"I can't tell you how wet I've been all day just thinking about what could
happen tonight.  And here we are!  And it IS happening."

   "Mother, there's just one thing I need to know."

   "Yes, darling, what's that?"

   "Do you remember that incident years ago when I was staying in
California my last summer visit after .  .  ."

   "What about it?"

   "Do you remember me coming into the room when you and another woman were
.  .  .  uh .  .  .  you know .  .  .  having sex together."

   "You remember that, do you?" Janet said.

   "Mother!  How could I forget it?  I was never more shocked in my whole
life!"

   "Well, yeah, I guess.  I kind of hoped you'd forget about that.  I mean,
it's not something a mother cares to have her daughter witness."

   "But I can't forget it.  Couldn't.  Won't ever."

   Turning her head to Karen, Janet asked, "I know it was shocking, but it
appears now that it had some other effects on you as well, huh?"

   "Indeed!  I hate to admit this, but I've been masturbating to that
fantasy ever since.  But it wasn't until yesterday morning -- no, actually,
when you gave me the enema the night before that I first started to admit
that I was sexually attracted to you."

   When Janet didn't comment on this Karen became immediately concerned and
followed with, "Mother, you're not just doing this out of kindness, are
you?  I mean you're not just doing this to make me feel good?"

   "You can rest easy on that count, dear.  Up until yesterday morning I
never had any idea something like this would happen.  But when I saw you
getting excited by having your nipples manipulated it had a very sudden and
tremendous effect on me.  For whatever reason, and I don't understand it, I
got really horny myself just watching you.  But the capper was when you
asked me to suck your tits.  That did it.  I still have the taste of your
milk in my mouth whenever I think about us.  And watching you cum and then
having you watch me cum -- that cemented it."

   With that confession both women grew silent.  After a few moments Janet
reached up and removed her daughter's hand from her breast following which
she took off her suit jacket and lay it over the back of the sofa.  Turning
again to Karen she said, "I see you have a bottle of bubbly.  How 'bout we
have a sip?"

   "OK," Karen answered and stood up to fetch the already opened bottle and
a couple of glasses.  She handed one glass to her mother and resat herself.
Then she poured for both of them after which Janet raised her glass and
said, "To us, dear loved one.  Even if I am your mother."

   Karen raised her own glass and said simply, "To us." Both women drained
their glasses and set them down simultaneously on the coffee table.

   After an uncomfortable moment or two when both women were anxious to get
something started, but neither knew how, Janet piped up, "Dear, now that
you did ask, there is something that you can do for me - eventually - if
you wouldn't mind."

   Karen just tilted her head slightly to one side and looked at her mother
lovingly and said, "Of course, mom.  What is it?"

   "Well," Janet said, inhaling deeply, "and I know this sounds a bit lewd,
but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind masturbating in front of me.  I
mean, all by yourself, just as if you were alone, with me watching.  Could
you do that?"

   Karen wasn't in the least taken back.  It was just what she wanted to
hear and she said, "Absolutely.  I'll do anything -- anything -- you want.
And you can do anything you want to me.  I really want you, mom and if this
is something that will please you and turn you on, then I'll do it.  I
really got turned on watching you jack off and if you could do it in front
of me then I can't see why I shouldn't be able to do it for you, too.  Do
you want me to do it right here and now."

   "Uh, not necessarily, unless you just want to.  It can be anytime; I
just had this fantasy about watching you make yourself cum.  I love
watching other people masturbate themselves and I'd love seeing you doing
it to yourself - especially the part where you suck your own nipple!"

   "Oh, god, mother, just hearing you talk like this is making me sopping
wet.  Please kiss me," Karen pleaded.

   Closing the small gap between them, Janet leaned forward and lightly
pressed her lips to those of her daughter.  The kiss started chastely
enough, but it wasn't a couple of seconds before Karen took her mother's
face in both of her hands and began kissing her in earnest.  She opened her
mouth and drove her tongue forcefully between her mother's lips and teeth
and was met by her mother's tongue.  Karen was now sexed up to the extent
that just kissing was not satisfying her needs.  Moving her mouth from
Janet's lips but still holding her head she began to kiss her neck.
Extending her wet tongue she began to bathe Janet's entire neck area with
it and moved up to her ears.  Pushing the golden blond hair back she stuck
her tongue directly into the ear and began to use an in-and-out fucking
motion which made Janet shiver and cause the small hairs on the back of her
neck to rise.

   Finished with one ear, Karen turned her mother's head to the other side
and attacked the other ear in the same fashion.  When that ear was drenched
Karen began to use long lapping motions with both her head and tongue the
way a cat licks itself and started licking her mother's entire face.  Janet
just sat, stunned at the strength of her daughter's obvious arousal but was
really astonished when, her whole face now slick with Karen's sweet
smelling saliva, her daughter began to lick not only her eyes and then her
nose, but inserted her tongue right into her nose and used the same fucking
motion that she had used on her ears.

   Janet couldn't believe how terribly erotic is was to have her daughter
running her tongue in and out of her nostrils.  It was something she had
never felt before, nor even considered.  Sensing at this point that Karen
was totally losing control of herself Janet decided to try and slow things
down.  She firmly grasped her by the shoulders and pushed her back away
from herself gently, looking at her.

   "Oh, darling, you look absolutely smashing in that outfit.  I guess I
forgot to tell you.  It's very, uh .  .  .  stimulating, I guess, for want
of a better word." Casting her eyes downward she continued, "I especially
like the way I can see your nipples through that tight blouse."

   Although she was now panting openly, Karen sensed the change of pace and
went along with it saying, "I noticed you've had a problem looking me in
the eye this evening."

   "Well, you can't blame me, can you.  It makes my own nipples hard just
looking at yours.  I was glad to hear you say that no other woman has ever
sucked them -- I would be very, very jealous if they had."

   "You're the first and only one, mother."

   "Are you going to let me do it to you again, dear?"

   "All you want, mother, all you want." Karen slumped back into the sofa
cushions and began to unbutton her blouse.  When she had it down to the
last three buttons she stopped and pulled it apart without pulling it out
of the skirt waist.  Reaching in with her hands she then brought both of
her milk laden breasts out, their dark hued skin tone contrasting sharply
with the white blouse now framing them."

   Looking over at her mother's still spit-slick face she said, "They're
all yours, mother."

                  STORY:  The Visit - Part 5

   As her daughter sat cupping a bare breast in each hand squeezing them
out to her, Janet just stared.  Droplets of milk began to appear at the end
of Karen's long, turgid nipples as a result of the pressure she was
applying.  The sight was almost overpoweringly erotic.  `This must be what
men feel when looking at these kinds of dirty pictures of women in those
magazines,' she thought to herself.  `I can understand why they spend so
much time locked up by themselves jacking off.'

   "Well, mother," Karen inquired in a soft, sexy voice, "are you just
going to sit there all night staring or are you going to suck my nipples
like you said you wanted to?"

   Without saying anything, Janet scootched her buttocks up against those
of her daughter's and leaned forward.  She wasn't playing around this time
and immediately opened her mouth wide and encircled one of Karen's
arrogantly swollen nipples with her lips.  No sooner had she applied even
the lightest amount of suction to the tit than a stream of milk flooded the
insides of her mouth forcing her to start swallowing.  This action caused
her to suck more with the result that milk continued to flow.  Soon she had
set up a rhythm with the motions of her lips and tongue while Karen just
sat there and moaned loudly.

   After about a minute, Karen let go of her breasts and used her hands to
firmly push her mother away.  "You've got to stop, mother," she said
breathlessly, "or else I'm going to cum again and I don't want to do it yet
- not before I've made you come."

   "Can't you cum more than once, dear -- can't you have multiple orgasms?"
Janet said, looking up at Karen questioningly.

   "I don't know.  I've never tried to.  I'm so satisfied with one that
I've never felt the need to go on.  And I'm usually too worn out to even
think about it."

   "Well, we'll have to see about that, darling.  Say -- wouldn't it be
more comfortable if we took the wine and went upstairs, huh?"

   "Sure, mom -- that's a good idea.  Let's do that."

   Janet grabbed the bottle and glasses while Karen extinguished the
candles.  Both women were so excited that it was like a mad rush as they
mounted the stairs together and headed for Karen's bedroom.  Once inside,
Janet, who had entered first, turned to her daughter and said, "Darling,
can I ask you a another big favor?"

   "Of course, mom."

   "Do you have any clothespins in the house?"

   "Well, yeah.  I've got a bunch downstairs in the laundry room.  Why?"

   Ignoring her daughter's inquisitiveness Janet simply said, "Could I ask
you to go down and grab a handful for me, please?"

   "Sure, mother, but whatever for?"

   Janet just smiled and said, "You'll see -- but for right now, just go
get them, OK?"

   "Well -- OK," and Karen turned and left the bedroom heading downstairs
again.  She had been gone about five minutes after having finally found the
clothespins in an old drawer by the washing machine.  When she reentered
the room she was met with an unexpected sight.

   All the lights had been turned out with the exception of the low-wattage
bedstand lamp which cast barely enough light to read by.  And there, in the
middle of the bed sitting propped up with pillows behind her back and her
long full legs spread wide with her knees up, was her mother.  Janet was
now clad only in a bra and a garter belt to which her nylons were still
attached.  She also still had on the high heels, but she didn't have on any
panties and the bra cups were pulled down and positioned so that the puffy
brown areolae of both breasts with their long nipples rested in full view
on the upper edge of the each cup.  As she looked up at Karen's arrival she
was furiously working the fingers of her right hand in her glistening pink
pussy, the swollen lips of which were being held apart by the fingers on
her other hand.  The sight was made more clearly visible because of the
contrast effected by her wet pussy being framed by the massive amount of
long, black, curly pubic hair which ran from her stomach to her ass.

   After the inital surprise passed, Karen walked with a sexy sway over to
the side of the bed never once taking her eyes from those of her mother's.
Without breaking eye contact she deposited the clothespins in her hand on
the nightstand and remained standing watching her mother play with herself.

   "You really like to masturbate, don't you, mother?" Karen said.

   "Yes, darling, I really do," Janet responded, looking up at Karen.

   "Tell me, do you also like to read dirty books or look at lewd pictures
while you play with yourself?"

   "Uh, huh.  But I'd rather watch a porno movie.  What I really like best
is to masturbate while I'm watching someone else doing it and they're
watching me.  How about you?"

   "When I was in school we would sometimes see these dirty picture books
and I'd get secretly turned on.  One time I actually got hold of one and
brought it home.  It had the most fantastic pictures of men and women
fucking and doing all sorts of things.  I only had it for a day, but I did
jerk off looking at the pictures.  It felt so dirty doing it that I never
did it again."

   "Well, dear, I like to do dirty things -- the dirtier the better,
sometimes," Janet avowed.

   "Yeah, me too, now," Karen said huskily, "And that's why, right now
Mother -- I want to eat you." There!  It was out.  No going back now.  This
was the ultimate act, frenching her mother's cunt with her mouth, with her
lips and tongue.  But this is what she wanted and there was no hesitation
in her voice.

   Her mother said in an equally hoarse voice, "I know dear.  And I want
you to eat me.  I want you to make me cum with your mouth.  Oh, christ, I'm
so fucking sexed up.  Come on, darling, do it!"

   Karen was so focused on the movement of her mother's hand in her cunt
she didn't even consider disrobing; she was still fully clothed although
her blouse hung open as it had downstairs allowing Janet to ogle her
milk-swollen tits.  She just moved down a little at the side of the bed and
dropped onto her knees with her arms at her side as she looked deeply into
her mother's eyes.  Moving her gaze to Janet's crotch she took in the sight
and was surprised to see how big her mother's clitoris was.  Not like hers
which was just a little nub right below the juncture of her lips.  Janet's
was much larger and looked for all the world like a little erect penis as
she moved it here and there with the index finger of her left hand,
obviously teasing Karen with the sight.

   Karen dropped to her hands so that she was now on all fours and moved
forward between Janet's spread legs until her head was positioned right
above her mother's pussy.  Wondering all the while why she was doing it,
but not caring, she slowly moved her tongue around her mouth behind her
closed lips until she had a good mouthful of saliva.  Then she slightly
parted her full lips and let the spit dribble slowly out in a continuous
stream onto her mother's gaping pussy.  It took a few seconds for Karen to
empty her mouth of the saliva and as it hit her pussy and the fingers
frigging it, Janet rubbed it all around making herself that much more wet.

   Mouth now empty, Karen lowered her head until her lips were just a
fraction of an inch from contact with the object of her desires.  Janet now
quit playing with herself and used both hands to grip her cunt lips and
spread them as wide as she could.  Karen was mesmerized by the sight of her
mother's large clit standing straight out from her pussy.  As she watched,
it appeared to jerk and pulse all by itself.  Balancing herself on her left
hand she moved back slightly while she reached into her blouse with her
right hand and pulled out her breast.  She then gripped the nipple as Janet
had taught her and aimed it at her mother's pussy and began to squeeze
sending a spray of milk all over the area.  When it was thoroughly coated
she let her breast drop and leaned forward again with both arms on the
outside of Janet's torso.

   Ever so slowly Karen parted her lips and slid the tip of her tongue out
until she could just barely feel contact with the moisture soaked clit.
Then she flicked it up and down and then sideways which caused Janet's body
to react as if a shock had been applied to it.  The contact broken, Karen
lowered her head and reached with her tongue so that it lay flat against
the bottom of her mother's pussy where it began to open into her vagina.
Then she lapped upward with the tongue, very slowly.  As it came into
contact with the base of Janet's clit she opened her mouth and sucked it
in.  Once her mouth was closed over the hard flesh Karen immediately began
to lash it with her tongue while sucking in hard on the whole area.

   That's all it took.  Suddenly Janet's legs came around Karen and locked
on her back below her shoulder blades as the peak of her first orgasmic
wave hit.  Her hips levitated from the bed and then froze as Janet rode out
that wave, following which the powerful orgasm caused her body to jerk with
each succeeding spasm.  As this happened, Karen struggled to keep her mouth
in contact with Janet's clit, but wasn't totally successful and she finally
drew back to a kneeling position.  Feeling the loss of contact, Janet
immediately began to once again frig herself rapidly with one hand as her
daughter watched her jack herself completely through the orgasm.  When
Janet's body stopped its violent spasming and her hips dropped back onto
the mattress Karen again leaned forward.  Knowing that her mother's clit
was most likely way too sensitive for direct touch, but feeling she was
drowning with unfulfilled lust, Karen began to grind her entire face all
over Janet's pussy, cheek to cheek and forehead to chin, until it was
completely covered with a mixture of cum, her own breast milk and her own
saliva.  She then raised up between her mother's splayed thighs and
launched herself forward onto Janet's torso with their heads coming to rest
just inches apart.

   This time it was Janet's turn to return what her daughter had done
downstairs and she began to lap at her cheeks and forehead with the flat of
her tongue cleaning off the gooey mess.  With Karen's weight pressing
uncomfortably, Janet rolled her body sideways until both women lay side by
side.  She continued to lap and lick her daughter's face until it was
almost devoid of the mixture, while savoring the aroma of their combined
juices.  Her final act at this moment was a duplication of what Karen had
done to her earlier and she began to move the tip of her tongue in and out
of her daughter's nostrils, going further in each time until she was
virtually fucking Karen's nose with her tongue.  For her part, Karen
continued to lay passively not being able to do anything but moan at her
mother's ministrations.

   Janet finally ceased tonguing Karen's face and rolled her daughter off
of her and over onto her back.  Both women remained silent for many minutes
until Janet sat up on the edge of the bed to take a drink from her wine
glass.  Turning backwards to look at her daughter she said, "Are you
alright, dear?"

   "Oh, mother, that was so wonderful.  I just love to make you cum -- yes,
I'm OK, but I wish I had a cock so I could fuck you, too."

   Janet didn't respond to this right away so Karen continued on, "I never
in the world believed sex could be like this -- never in a thousand years."
When Janet still didn't respond, she asked in a mock-whining tone, "Are you
not talking to me and want to just roll over and go to sleep -- now that
you've had yours -- or are you now feeling guilty about having heavy sex
with your own little girl?  You're feeling guilty, I'll bet."

   Still not speaking, Janet reached out and picked up Karen's glass and
handed it to her.  "Here -- down this!  You're going to need it." The tone
in Janet's voice surprised Karen.  It was still husky and had that tense
tone to it that Karen came to associate with her mother's sexual arousal.
Without hesitating Karen sat up and downed the contents of the glass and
set it down.  Seeing this, Janet got unsteadily to her feet and reached
down to take her daughter's hand.

   "Come on, darling.  It's your turn."

   Even though she stood up and followed her mother toward the master bath
she was puzzled.  She asked, "Where are we going, mom?"

   "The other morning you said your favorite place was the bathroom, didn't
you?"

   "Well, yes, but I .  .  ."

   "Don't worry, dear.  We're going to get to that, I promise.  That is, if
you're going to ask what I think you're going to ask.  You want me to eat
you, don't you?"

   "Well, yes, I was hoping that .  .  ."

   "And I'm going to -- believe me, I'm going to.  But first I want to do
what you promised you would do for me, OK?"

   By this time they were in the bathroom and both remained standing, Karen
facing away from her mother, not quite knowing what to do.

   "Now, dear, if you don't mind, I'd very much like to watch you
masturbate.  Would you do that for me, huh?"

   Karen felt a tinge of disappointment because she had hoped that her
mother would reciprocate her own act of cunnilingus, but she also was aware
of what she had told her mother about doing anything she desired and had
even specifically promised to masturbate in front of her.  So she quickly
resigned herself to carrying out her mother's wish.  In a couple of seconds
she had even convinced herself that what she was about to do was going to
be actually exciting for at least two reasons.  First, it would give her an
uninterrupted chance to bring herself to orgasm while she looked at her
mother's visually arousing body.  And second, there was something terribly
lewd about being totally sexually uninhibited by masturbating in front of
her.

   All of these thoughts raced through her mind as she turned and said, "Of
course, mother, I'd love to.  How do you want me to do it."

   "Well, I'd like you to kind of pretend I'm not even here.  Just do what
you normally would do when you're alone and you play with yourself, OK."

   "Sure, I'll try.  But that'll be awfully hard to do because I want to
look at you while I'm doing it."

   "I know.  That's OK.  Just go ahead and do what you want.  I'll just
watch."

   Karen then proceded to remove her blouse and skirt.  Like her mother,
she wasn't wearing any panties, but as she started to reach behind her to
undo the garter belt Janet quickly said, "Uh, darling.  If you don't mind,
please leave the rest of your stuff on.  You're such a sexy sight in your
garter belt and hose and heels.  Do you mind?"

   "Of course not, mom."

   Standing again facing away from her mother, Karen remained motionless
for a few seconds as she thought about what she was going to do.  She then
walked over to the toilet and raised the lid and turning, sat down.  She
was about to open her thighs when a sudden wave of embarrassment swept over
her and she said, without looking at Janet, "Oh, wow.  I don't believe how
embarrassed I feel right now.  I've never, ever done this before in front
of anyone."

   "You mean nobody has ever watched you masturbate yourself before?  Not
even your own husband?"

   "Richard's pretty much a straight arrow, mom.  As loving as he is, he
just doesn't go in for anything out of the ordinary and I've never pushed
him because I've never really done anything weird myself until now."

   "Yeah, weird is right.  But fun, huh?" Janet commented as she moved over
to Karen's side and sat herself on the edge of the bathtub a couple of feet
away.

   "OK," Janet said, "I'm ready as soon as you are."

   "Gosh, mother, I feel really funny about this -- I mean, jerking off in
front of my own mother."

   "What's there to feel funny about, dear?  You just ate my pussy.  This
can't hold a candle to that!"

   "I know, I know.  But still, this is really embarrassing.  I don't know
whether I can really do it or not."

   "Well, I tell you what.  If we can get you hot again, you'll do it.  I
know you will.  Would you like me to kiss you first?  Maybe while I'm
kissing you, you can start fingering yourself.  That way you won't see me
looking at you and maybe it won't be so embarrassing, OK?"

   "OK.  Let's give it a try," Karen said.

   Janet scooted a foot to her left until she was positioned at an angle
just oblique to Karen and where all she had to do was lean forward to be
able to kiss her.  She did this without hesitation and as their lips met,
Karen closed her eyes and dropped her left hand between her legs and
tentatively inserted her fingers between her still swollen labia.  She was
surprised to find that her entire cunt area was still engorged and fully
wet as she found her clitoris and began to gently fondle it from the side.
With the familiar feel of her own fingers on her clit and her mother's lips
and tongue working away at her mouth, it was only a matter of moments until
she was once again inflamed with the lust that had driven her to do and say
the things she just recently had.

   As her excitement mounted with the continued manipulation of her pussy,
she opened her eyes only to discover that her mother's eyes were also half
open looking at her and the lust in them was plainly evident.  This further
aroused her to the point where she drew away from Janet and sat straight
upright on the toilet seat.  Janet also pulled back and put both hands to
her sides on the flat of the tub edge and just looked at Karen lovingly.

   "God, you're a sexy sight, darling.  You ought to see how really sexy
you look right now, sitting there playing with yourself."

   Her mother's reassuring words provided additional incentive so that
Karen spread her full thighs even wider apart and lowered her right hand to
her groin and used the fingers to spread her pussy lips apart while her
left hand continued to diddle her clitoris.

   "And you smell heavenly.  The combination of your cunt and perfume is
absolutely heavenly."

   Karen continued to stare straight ahead as she played with herself, not
daring to look over at her mother.  She was now fully aroused and didn't
want to take the chance of breaking the spell by making even the slightest
movement with her head.  As she continued on she gradually let her eyes
close until they were shut.  At that point, however, the old image of her
mother from so long ago appeared as if by magic.  She quickly open her eyes
and turned her head to Janet and came face to face with almost the same
image.  Janet look straight into her eyes and, it seemed, into her soul.

   "Karen, you're the most beautiful woman I have ever known.  I love you
so much, darling.  I never knew that sex with another woman could be this
lovely.  It's awsome -- and with my own daughter.  It takes my breath
away."

   Hearing these loving words from her mother filled Karen with an emotion
she had only had a hint of in the past few days.  Now it was almost
overpowering.  There seemed to be no way in the world that she could
express how she felt at this moment.  It was a combination of the utmost
deep love coupled with an unparalleled depth of total lust and lewdness.
Nothing in her past experience came anywhere close to this feeling.

   The headiness of her emotions drove Karen to both widen her legs and
quicken the motion of her hand and she continued masturbating until it
seemed she couldn't breathe.  Then she had to stop, both from being
breathless and because her arm was starting to tire.

   As she sat still a few moments but continued to look into her mother's
eyes she said, "And I love you, too, mother.  There's no way I can tell you
how much." She then resumed her hand movements, but let go of her labia
with her right hand and raised it to her right breast cupping its heavy
weight in her palm.  As she lifted it and let it drop a few times she
continued to squeeze and soon the tip of her nipple showed evidence of the
milk contained inside as a few drops appeared and slowly rolled down the
underside of her tit.  Then she grasped the very end of her nipple and
softly twisted it, rolling it back and forth between thumb and forefinger.
Finally, she once again grasped it from beneath and, tilting her head
downward, brought the nipple to her lips and began to mouth it.  The
pressure of the breast being forced upward along with her gentle sucking
now created a steady stream of milk.  Since she wasn't really sucking the
nipple and areola into her mouth, but rather just manipulating it with her
lips the milk began to immediately dribble out and down her chin, some of
it continuing to her throat while the rest dropped off to fall on the
compacted skin of her upper breast.

   This was almost too much for her, but at the same time wasn't enough and
she felt a faint vacancy in her body that she couldn't identify.  In an
instant she knew exactly what she wanted and moved herself forward on the
toilet seat as far as she could while still keeping her hand between her
thighs.

   Taking her mouth from her nipple without releasing her hold on her
breast Karen looked over at Janet who was mesmerized at the sight of her
daughter's shamelessly abandoned behavior.  With flushed face and chest and
swollen lips she said breathlessly, "Mother, I know you just want to watch,
but I need for you to do something for me .

                  STORY:  The Visit - Part 6

   Janet preceded her daughter back into the bedroom, went to the bed and
pulled back the covers and sheets.  She then went around to the far side of
the bed and picked up the champagne bottle and poured her glass to the brim
following which she downed the entire glass in one swallow.

   "Wow, I got thirsty in there.  You want some, dear?"

   "Sure," Karen said, seating herself on the other side of the bed.  She
picked up her own glass from the nightstand and held it out to Janet who
filled it.  Putting the glass the her lips she happened to glance down at
the nightstand and noticed the four clothespins she had retrieved earlier
at her mother's request.  After taking a sip of the wine she turned to
Janet and asked, "What did you want those clothespins for, mother?"

   After a slight pause Janet said, "I'll show you in just a bit dear.  I
want to take a breather for a minute, OK?"

   "Can't you just tell me what they're for.  You don't have to show me."

   "Well, sure, I guess.  Uh, what I'm about to tell you, you might not
like about me, but I want you to promise that you won't be judgemental,
alright?"

   "Mother," Karen said in somewhat of an exasperated tone, "how could I be
judgemental?  Huh?  After all this?"

   "I know dear, but there are some things about me that you don't know yet
and might find a little strange - things that I like that you might not
find quite as appetizing as I do."

   "Come on, mother," Karen chided, "I love you.  It can't be all that
bad."

   "Yeah, well, I don't think it's so bad, but when I was your age if
someone told me what I'm about to tell you I'd have thought they were real
perverts."

   When Karen didn't say anything, but just continued to look at her
quizically, Janet continued, "Anyway, over the years I've come to discover
that, uh, I find a certain amount of what most people would call pain to be
quite pleasurable, I guess you'd say."

   Seeing the startled look on her daughter's face Janet hurried on with
"But I'm not into the really heavy stuff where people get hurt or injured."

   "What then?" Karen asked frowning, not sure she liked what she was
hearing.

   "Haven't you ever got so hot sometimes with your husband that he
sometimes bites you or slaps your ass - or you do it to him?"

   "Well, sure, but that's not really painful."

   "It's pretty much the same thing, dear, except I don't like to be bitten
although I do like to have my ass slapped now and then - there's nothing
that warms me up like a good spanking.  I also enjoy the sensation of
having these clothespins on certain parts of my body, especially my
nipples."

   "Your kidding, mom." Karen exclaimed.

   "No, Karen, I'm not," Janet said seriously.  "I really enjoy the
sensation.  In me, at least, there seems to be a direct line from my
nipples to my cunt and I find the pain from the clothespins a real turn on.
But just because I happen to like it doesn't mean I expect you to so don't
worry about it, please."

   "OK.  I won't.  Do you want to do that now?"

   "Sure, why not.  They're not much and they don't get in the way.  If you
would, why don't you reach over there and get them for me."

   As Karen stretched herself across the bed to retrieve the clothespins
from the nightstand Janet ran her free hand along her daughter's
outstretched body from her raised hip to the side of her breast remarking,
"You sure are a beautiful young woman, Karen.  I feel so fortunate to have
you for a lover, even if you are my own daughter."

   "I know, mother, I feel the same way.  Here," Karen said softly as she
tried to give the pins to her mother.

   As she took another sip of her wine Janet continued to caress Karen's
breast saying, "Would you do me a favor and put them on for me, dear.  It's
always more exciting when someone else applies them rather than doing it
myself."

   "Sure, I guess.  How do I do it?  And why do you need four of them?"

   "I'll tell you how.  First take one clothespin in your right hand and
grip the tip of my nipple with your left and pull it out." Karen did as
instructed and Janet continued, "Go ahead, really pull it out, stretch it
-that's it - now place the pin sideways over the back of my nipple as far
back as it'll go - yeah, right there next to the areola and gently let it
clamp down.  Right, go ahead, dear."

   As Karen released the pressure on the clothespin she looked up into her
mother's face and saw her close her eyes in a grimace which, however,
quickly turned to an expression of arousal.

   "Oh, god, that feels good," Janet breathed.  "Now do the other tit the
same way, Karen."

   Her daughter did as told with the same results.  When she looked down
again at Janet's breasts both nipples had swollen up beyond belief and had
turned an almost bright red.

   "Now the other two, darling.  And don't worry so much.  You're not going
to injure me.  Believe me, the feeling is exquisite.

   "Take another clothespin and this time clamp it on straight from the
front so that it's pinned right on the tip of my nipple, OK?"

   Karen did just as her mother asked which caused Janet to emit a low
grumbling moan and hunch her shoulders forward.  Karen then took the other
clothespin, but instead of applying it immediately she said to her mother,
"Does it feel good too if someone pinches and twists your nipples really
hard?"

   "Yeah, that feels good too, but the sensation is different."

   Karen then reached a hand forward and grasped the exposed swollen nipple
still lacking the second clothespin and gently, but steadily, applied
increasing pressure to it and began to twist it.  At the same time she
closely watched her mother's face and was amazed that no matter how hard
she seemed to be squeezing and turning the nipple in her fingers her mother
only moaned with what appeared to be sensual bliss.

   "Doesn't that hurt, mom?" Karen asked, amazed.

   "Oh, yesssss, it hurts.  You do that so well, darling.  The secret is to
start gently and increase the pressure slowly - not just all at once."

   Then Karen suddenly let go of the nipple, leaned forward and flicked her
warm wet tongue rapidly all around it covering it with spit before clamping
the clothespin to it, again causing her mother to wince.

   "Oh, christ, that's almost enough to make me come," Janet intoned as she
appeared to be totally immersed in the sensations coursing through her
body.  All Karen could do was settle back and take in the scene in
wonderment.

   As Janet sat on the edge of the bed with her daughter next to her she
leaned back on one hand and arm and moved the other between her legs and
began to run her middle finger up and down her slick pussy slit.

   "This is too good to pass up, dear," Janet said, "you don't mind if I
jack myself off, do you.  It won't take long - and then I'll do you like
you want, OK?"

   "No, mother, I don't mind.  You ought to know by now that I love to
watch you masturbate.  But don't wear yourself out.  And if there's
anything you want me to do just tell me, will you?"

   For a few seconds Janet remained silent as she pleasured herself, but
then said in a husky voice, "Yes - there is something you can do for me if
you would.  When I come - right at the height of the first spasm - slap me
in the face - really hard, OK?"

   "Really hard?" Karen asked, surprised.

   "Yes - really hard," Janet grunted.

   Karen rose from the bed and stood directly in front of her mother with
her legs spread and her hands on her hips quietly looking down at her
mother masturbating and waiting for the moment to arrive.  She was aroused
enough at this point watching Janet that she would have wrung her neck if
that's what she wanted.  She also couldn't believe that she wasn't having
any qualms about slapping her mother in the face.

   As Janet approached climax she raised her face to her daughter with an
almost pleading expression.  'What an amazing sight,' Karen thought, 'my
own mother, nipples painfully clamped, masturbating in front of me and
waiting for me to slap her face when she comes.  It's totally bizarre, but
a tremedous turn-on!"

   "Tell me when," she commanded to which Janet rejoined breathlessly,
"yeah, I'll tell you when - soon - very soon .  .  ."

   "Jesus, mother, you make me so hot doing this.  Come on!  Cum for me.
Do it!"

   "It's almost there," Janet hissed, her hand a blur between her legs and
her breasts jiggling as her body quivered, straining with the climactic
effort.

   "Here it cums, darling.  Get ready.  It's - yes - oh, shit, oh yesss!
It's cumming - just - now.  Do it now, oh please.  Hit me!"

   At just the point where Karen saw her mother's body go rigid she reared
back and brought the open palm of her right hand resoundingly across
Janet's cheek knocking her onto her side on the bed.  This didn't deter her
in the least as she continued to jerk her cunt while she writhed in the
waves of the orgasm.

   As she came down, Janet flopped backwards on the bed sobbing, causing
Karen to quickly mount the bed position herself on her knees next to her
mother.

   "Are you OK mom?" Karen was mortified at the thought that she might have
done real damage to her mother.

   "Oh, darling, my darling little girl, that was so beautiful.  Thank you
so much," Janet panted, trying to get her breath back.  "Yes - I'm just
fine.  Here, dear - take these clothespins off, will you.  But watch out -
do it very slowly and gently.  They hurt just as much coming off as they do
going on."

   Karen began to remove the wooden clamps as her mother instructed, but
they still caused obvious pain as Janet winced and grimaced as each one
came off.  When all four where finally off Janet raised her arms and
grabbed Karen to her, kissing her deeply on the mouth.

   As the two of them fell apart Janet said, "Come on, now, dear.  It's
your turn again.  Are you ready for it?  For what I know you want?"

   "I sure am - if you are," Karen said as she moved herself toward the
head of the bed, taking the pillows and mounding them so when she was
settled she was almost half sitting up.

   "Why don't you just lie flat back, Karen.  Wouldn't you be more
comfortable that way?"

   With a sly grin on her face Karen said, "No - I want to watch, too."

   When Janet still remained in her reclining position Karen finally asked,
"Well .  .  .  I'm waiting.  Whenever you're ready, mother."

   "I'm ready too, dear.  I'm just waiting for you to tell me what you want
me to do."

   "You know what I want," Karen said hoarsely as she looked deeply into
her mother's eye.

   "Of course I know," Janet rejoined, holding her daughter's eyes with her
own, "but I want to hear you say it.  And I want you tell me what you want
in the most lewd and filthy language you can.  You know, the stuff I would
have washed your mouth out with soap for if when you were younger."

   Karen felt her face start to redden and her pulse quicken as she said,
"I want you to eat my cunt, mother.  I want you to french my cunt with your
mouth - with your lips and tongue, until I cum.  And while you're doing
that with your mouth I also want you to play with my pussy - stick your
fingers in me."

   Hearing herself say these things to her mother sounded like they were
coming from another person, but the effect was the same; she felt she was
becoming almost viciously aroused, but she couldn't stop herself as she
continued, "Oh yeah, and I also want you to finger fuck me in the ass, too.
And while you're doing that I'm going to play with my own tits while I
watch you do it."

   As Karen hesitated in listing her desires, Janet began to position
herself for the coming task by lowering her head toward Karen's crotch, but
was brought up short when her daughter interjected in a commanding voice,
"But before you start eating me, first I want you to kiss my legs - both of
them - all over.  Use your tongue on them.  Get them good and wet, from
ankle to knee and then work your way up my thighs until you get to my
cunt!"

   Getting to her knees Janet asked, "Don't you want to take off your
nylons, darling?"

   "No," Karen said harshly, "I want you to lick my legs with them on."

   When Janet hesitated, Karen put a hand to her shoulder and demanded,
"Come on, just do it, for god's sake.  Lick my legs - it turns me on."

   Janet lifted one of Karen's nylon encased legs by the ankles and began
to run her tongue about the ankle and then slowly higher, twisting and
turning her head as she attempted to cover every inch.  As she did this
Karen just watched her silently as she lightly caressed both her breasts
with the her fingertips.  When Janet reached the knee of one leg she was
tempted to just dive into her daughter's pussy and get on with it, but as
she glanced at Karen something about her expression made her lower that leg
and lift the other one, giving it the same treatment.  When she had worked
her mouth to the point where it reached the stocking top and touched bare
skin it caused Karen to jerk and bring her knees together on each side of
Janet's head.  Gently but forcefully Janet used her hands to part Karen's
thighs as she stuck out her tongue and ran it in a series of loops every
upwards toward her daughter's swollen open pussy.

   Janet circled Karen's pussy with her lips and tongue without actually
touching the turgid wet inner flesh.  Putting her hands under Karen's
buttocks and grasping a cheek in each hand she prompted Karen to raise her
hips thereby affording a wide open path which Janet followed directly to
Karen's rectum.  Sticking out her moist tongue and flexing it into a hard
point she then began to work around Karen's asshole until she finally
penetrated the sphincter causing her to emit a long low animal growl.

   When she felt she had it wet enough she replaced her tongue with a
finger, slowly inserting it bit by bit while twisting and turning it.  As
she did so she could feel Karen's asshole alternately tighten and relax in
gentle spasms.  As she did this she allowed Karen's hip to lower until they
were back in contact with the bed at which point she took one leg and
pushed it into the air, spreading Karen's thighs as wide as she could.  She
then wasted no time

   When she felt she had it wet enough she replaced her tongue with a
finger, finger, slowly inserting it bit by bit while twisting and turning
it.  As sh she did so she could feel Karen's asshole alternately tighten
and relax in in gentle spasms.  As she did this she allowed Karen's hip to
lower until th they were back in contact with the bed at which point she
took one leg and and pushed it into the air, spreading Karen's thighs as
wide as she could.  could.  She wasted no time in finding her daughter's
erect clitoris and began to suck on it between her lips while flicking it
with the tip of her tongue.

   As her mother worked on her Karen grew ever more excited until she felt
she was almost on the verge of swooning.  Her breathing was heavy, ragged
and uneven and she felt feverish.  As Janet continued to worry her clit
Karen ceased the gentle caressing she was giving her breasts and began to
squeeze them forcefully finally grasping both engorged nipples and twisting
hard creating a myriad of thin jets of milk which seemed to fly off in many
different directions.  Just then her mother began to force another finger
beside the original one into her ass and that with the strong sensation
generated by her mouth at her cunt Karen felt herself being lifted off like
a rocket into space as her whole being began to shake and quiver with the
rapid swell toward the peak of orgasm.

   It hit her more forcefully than anything she had ever experienced before
and seemed to hold there forever until she felt that every muscle in her
body was in the jaws of a vice and she was powerless to utter even a faint
sound.  Then the spasm released and with it her weight dropped only to be
followed by another spasm and another and another until they started to
weaken.  Releasing her breasts and flopping her arms out to her sigh she
cried, "Mother - stop, please.  I can't take anymore," and she rolled to
one side in an attempt to rid herself of the mouth glued to her cunt.

   Janet then raised her head and at the same time withdrew her fingers
from her daughter's asshole which caused Karen to reflexively jerk once
more after which she lay almost frightening still in total exhaustion.
Neither woman said a word as Janet moved herself around so that she lay
alongside Karen, gently cradling her in her arms with her head resting on
her abundant, milk-wet breasts.  Both women remained in that position and
fell asleep.

                      The Visit - Part 7

   Following that fateful evening where all barriers had been breached
between mother and daughter, Janet and Karen continued to lead a life of
fulfillment in each other that neither could possibly have ever imagined.

   Time passed quickly with days turning into weeks.  The mundane chores of
everyday living now seemed to take on an aura of joy as both women helped
and supported one another.  Their lovemaking was the basis for their
blooming relationship and the sessions were many and spontaneous.  At
first, shyness limited displays of affection to the home scene, but as time
passed the overwhelming need to shower each other with physical
reassurances of their fondness for each other expanded their boundaries.

   In the beginning it was simply holding hands when they took the baby for
a stroll in the neighborhood park.  The light kisses on the cheek in the
car turned into extended french kisses with no heed to the general public
passing by.  Downtown shopping at Carson's one day while Janet was trying
on a new dress in the changing room Karen suddenly barged in and stripped
Janet completely.  While fully dressed herself, Karen then proceded to
french off her mother while she masturbated herself with a hand thrust
under her own dress.  Their sometimes daring exploits only seemed to fuel
their desire and each night was filled with long, blissful physical and
emotional coupling.

   From time to time Karen would receive letters from her husband, but her
relationship with her mother precluded everything else in her life.  When
she answered the letters it was no longer with loving thought, but rather
just a chore to be accomplished and she lost track of her emotional
attachment to her marriage.  The pressing need she had felt when Harold had
left for him to be present at some of the precious times in their
daughter's young life were now all but forgotten.  And when they occured
she didn't seem to care whether he would be there for the little one's
first word or first step.

   One letter did arrive which had a temporarily profound affect upon her.
Harold had written her that because of the tense Middle East and East
African crises he had been asked to volunteer for and had agreed to an
additional six months overseas duty.  Upon reading this news Karen was
startled to realize that she was filled with joy.  That meant she would
have that much more time with her mother.  The horizon seemed limitless
then, but she was aware of a subtle sense of guilt about being glad her
husband would be away for so long.  The reality of the here and now managed
to take hold in a very short time and she soon forgot about her husband and
returned to being engrossed with her mother.

   For Janet, the news of Harold's extended absence made her feel uneasy.
What had started out as a simple, however complex, affair with her daughter
was heading in directions she was not sure would prove emotionally
beneficial for either of them.  She remained silent, however, because she
too had been so strongly drawn to the relationship that she wasn't prepared
to risk turning its direction even in the slightest.

   Near the end of the third month the point finally arrived, however,
where Janet's more widely developed hedonistic appetite began to crave some
of the more bizarre experiences she had become accustomed to over the
years, but which were new and shocking to Karen.  They had repeated a
number of times the use of the clothespins, but Karen didn't seem to be
impressed one way or the other; she didn't protest, but neither did she
seem interested in pursuing it for herself as Janet had hoped.  During one
particularly wild lovemaking session when both women were in an extremely
licenscious mood Janet managed to talk Karen into clothespinning themselves
together by their nipples and then masturbating each other while they
kissed.  It had proved immensely satisfying for both of them.  She thought
at that juncture that that might have gotten Karen a little more interested
in exploring the area, but when she next tried to bring the subject up
Karen had again resumed her nonchalant attitude toward it.

   One evening while reminiscing before the fireplace Janet had gotten so
caught up in her memories that she worked herself into a mental frenzy to
such an extent that she practically begged Karen to give her a spanking.
It was obvious from her daughter's response that she would do it, but
really didn't want to and Janet was smart enough to realize then that
forcing the issue might somehow alter what they had together sexually in a
negative manner.  So she backed out, but Janet's fantasyies that night
while making love with Karen turned for once away from her and toward a
more exciting, forbidden realm.

   As the relationship entered its fourth idyllic month Janet received a
call one day that was to prove fateful for both women.  It seemed that a
couple she had known in California for many years and with whom she had had
an extended sexual relationship, both individually and as a couple, had
relocated to Chicago.  Janet an the couple had all been members of a
popular BDSM club in Los Angeles.  In addition to the regular club
activities, the three of them met together to try out various BDSM
techniques and activities and had remained friends for a number of years
until the couple had moved to the midwest.  When the couple, Tom and
Shelley Krispin, had tried to reach Janet back in California just recently
their mutual contact there had given them Karen's Chicago phone number and
they called.  It was not time at all before a dinner date had been arranged
and the couple was invited to Karen's home.

   That evening went smoothly enough owing to the fact that Janet had
surreptitiously called them back before the dinner to warn them off of any
mention of their previous relationship in California.  For her part, Karen
was delighted that her mother had found friends here in Chicago, but soon
developed a slight tinge of jealousy that Janet's involvement with them
would take time out of her relationship with her mother.  This was to prove
true and is what eventually transpired.

   The week following the initial dinner engagement, Tom and Shelley had
reciprocated and invited Janet and Karen to come to their house for an
evening.  Since Karen felt it would be an imposition on everyone to have to
drag the baby along and really didn't feel at ease with hiring a sitter,
she insisted that her mother go by herself.  Janet did and it altered
everything in their lives from that point on.

   It wasn't minutes following Janet's arrival at Tom and Shelley's that
drinks had been poured and consumed and the three of them found themselves
once more involved in the games which in the past had been so mutually
fulfilling.  Unbeknownst to Janet, sometime during the evening in the
throes of passion, either Tom or Shelley had been just a little too rough
with a riding crop and had left some marks on Janet's ass and upper thighs.
Luckily for her she had discovered them herself in the mirror the first
thing the morning after before Karen had a chance to find them.  There
certainly would have been no reasonable explanation for a number of
crisscrossing red welts on that area of the body.

   It was all Janet could do for a week to be sure Karen would not be able
to find them.  For days in a row she either pleaded sickness or insisted
that their lovemaking be carried out under mostly darkened conditions where
disclosure wouldn't be possible.  After about a week the marks were
completely gone and some semblance of their normal physical activity
resumed, but it was never to be the same again.

   For the next couple of months Janet kept up her weekly visits to the
Krispin's home and was always careful to not let herself be marked in any
way which arouse Karen's suspicions.  Eventually, she had to disclose to
Tom and Shelley her situation vis a vis Karen and they were most
supportive; they even tendered a gentle suggestion that Karen was welcome
to join their festivities if she cared to.  Janet made the polite apologies
as it was obvious that this was definitely not Karen's "thing."

   Into the seventh month Karen received an invitation from an old school
friend to spend an evening on the town.  They planned to go downtown and
have dinner and then to a show and then maybe even up to Rush Street to see
the late night sights.  Karen was excited about this and begged Janet to
please stay home and watch they baby.  Janet readily agreed and suggested
that it might be an opportune to have the Krispins over for the evening.
And so it was arranged.

   That evening Karen left the house about 4:30 in order to meet her friend
downtown at a chinese restaurant.  The Krispins showed up for their visit
with Janet around six and by seven they and Janet had consumed enough
alcohol that they had lost most of their inhibitions.  Janet had originally
considered it too risky to try and do anything at this location.  But as
the evening progressed and the three reminisced about the good times past
and recent they all became libidinous and mutual desire overcame caution.
Thus they headed for the bedroom to indulge their lust sure of the fact
that Karen was gone until at least midnight.

   They never heard Karen enter the house at 8:30 or climb the stairs
although she took no pains to conceal her presence; she was more than happy
to be home early and anticipated seeing the Krispins again followed by
another wonderful evening of lovemaking with her mother.  She had indeed
met her old school chum as planned, but during dinner the woman had become
sick to her stomach and felt she should go home rather than spoil the rest
of the evening for both of them.  It had taken Janet about another hour to
make it home.

   Surprised at finding the lights on downstairs but no one around she hung
up her coat, dropped her purse on the table and headed upstairs to check on
the baby.  As she headed toward the nursery at the end of the hall she
passed Janet's bedroom.  The door was slightly ajar so she stopped and
pushed it all the way open expecting to find Janet in bed.

   She was dumbstruck at the sight that met her eyes in the dim
candlelight.  The first thing she was aware of was her mother, completely
naked on her knees with her arms raised and out to her sides tied to each
of the end posts of the bed.  To her left stood Shelley Krispin dressed in
the most whorish outfit Karen had ever laid eyes on.  Her auburn hair was
piled high on her head and she wore a black leather collar around her neck.
The black bra that encased her medium sized breasts had the centers cut out
of each cup allowing the nipple of each breast to jut through.  She also
had on a black garter belt from which were suspended black mesh hose from
mid-thigh down ending in what looked like impossibly high heeled black
pumps.  In her hand she held what appeared to be about a two-foot length of
garden hose.  Tom, her husband was kneeling on the bed directly in front of
Janet and Karen could finally make out that he was clad only in what seemed
to be black leather briefs from which protruded a large and very hard
penis, most of which was imbedded in her mother's mouth and which she was
sucking with obvious relish.

   Janet had her back to the door so was unaware of Karen's entrance, but
Tom and Shelley immediately saw her and froze; the only movement in the
room now was Janet's head as she continued to blissfully felate the rigid
cock poking into her face.  It was the most obscene sight that Karen had
ever seen in her life.  As she looked down at her mother's buttocks she
noticed that they were red from some form of beating but were not bruised
nor was the skin broken.

   Everything was frozen in time until something finally snapped in Karen.
It seemed that her whole life just exploded and poured from her wide open
mouth as she yelled, "Mother, what in god's name IS this?" at which Janet
quickly spit out the cock invading her mouth and yanked her head around
seeing Karen for the first time.  She seemed to brighten at seeing her
daughter and she smiled invitingly as she said in her husky arousal laden
voice, "Hello, darling - why don't you come in and join us?"

                      The Visit - Part 8

    After another few moments of stoney silence Karen, full now of hate,
guilt, remorse and, most of all an overpowering jealous rage, growled, "Get
out - both of you," pointing an outstretched finger at first Shelley and
then Tom.  "Go on!  Right now - get the hell out of here and don't ever
come back!"

   Janet started to intervene by pleading, "Karen, darling, it's not what
you think - " but Karen became even more vehement, her voice now rising in
both volumn and pitch.  "You two!  I said get the fuck out of here.  Now!
Pick up and just leave."

   Something in Karen's voice left no room for negotiation and Tom looked
at his wife and just shrugged.  Then he leaned forward and attempted to
plant a light parting kiss to Janet's cheek, but she averted her head and
avoided it.  Finally he climbed down from the bed and retrieved his clothes
from a chair against the wall as his wife did the same.  Without another
word they both hastily moved past Karen and out the door and down the
stairs.

   Karen didn't move at all until she heard the front door open and close.
Then she walked over to her mother's side and looked down at her with an
expression of unbridled scorn as her eyes began to well with tears born of
deep hurt, jealousy, frustration and utter betrayal.  For the longest time
she couldn't bring herself to move as myriad emotions staged what seemed
like a life and death struggle inside her.

   As she raised her head and surveyed the dimly lit room her eyes came to
rest on the various objects strewn about on the bedspread.  As she took
them in she felt like she was staring at a complete layout of an adult toy
catalog.  Mostly there were a number of various types of whips and dildoes
along with handcuffs, rope and a couple of other shackling devices.  There
were also the ubiquitous clothespins and smaller objects that looked like
long metal clamps with teeth in them.  For Karen it was an unbelievable
sight and it confounded her.  She knew her mother was into pain, but she
had no idea that she would go to these lengths.

   Acting as if driven by some outer force she finally leaned over and
grabbed the largest dildo on the bed.  It seemed humongous to her.  As she
gazed at it in her hand she heard her mother say, "Darling, won't you
please untie me and let's talk about this - please."

   Her voice now icy cold and unemotional Karen said, still staring at the
dildo, "Why, mother?  Why should I untie you?  This is what you want, isn't
it.  This is what you've wanted all along.  This is what you've wanted from
me and I wouldn't give it to you so you got it elsewhere because you just
had to have it.  You're sick, mother, do you know that - you're sick.

   After catching her breath she continued in the same cold manner, "Well,
mother, your going to get your wish.  I'm going to give you just what you
want."

   Janet was now becoming increasingly frightened by Karen's strange tone
of voice, one which she had never heard before and she began begging,
"Please, dearest - just untie me and let's talk this through.  When we've
both cooled down a little you'll begin to see this for what it really is."

   "You don't think I know what this is, huh?  DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID??"
she shouted.  "Well, it's pretty obvious to me what all this is about,
mommy dearest.  I've let you down and wouldn't satisfy your desires.  Well
that's going to change right now.  I'm about to give you everything you
could possibly ever have dreamed of.  You're - going - to - just - love -
it," she ended sarcastically, biting off each word.

   Turning on her heel and walking to a position in back of her mother,
Karen grasped the base end of the dildo firmly in one hand and leaned over.
"Spread your legs further open.  Now!"

   "Please, Karen, can't we just talk about this?" her mother pleaded once
again.

   "You won't spread, is that it?  OK - then you'll just have to take it
this way."

   With her free hand she inserted a finger between her mother's asscheeks
and quickly found the anal opening.  She then directed the end of the dildo
to the position and without warning jammed it roughly forward.  As if her
rectum had already been prepared for it, the dildo didn't meet much
resistance at first which prompted Karen to keep pushing on it until it was
sunk up to its entire length in Janet's asshole.  This caused a cry of real
pain from her mother, but Karen appeared to be quite unconcerned.

   "Feel good, does it, mother?  I'm glad your enjoying it because this is
only the beginning." With tears running down her cheeks and an expression
of true distress on her face Janet turned to her daughter and said, "Oh,
please, Karen .  .  ."

   "No need to be polite now, is there, mother.  You're getting what you
want - and deserve.  Now - let's see here," Karen said as she eyed the
objects on the bed.  "We have a real assortment.  These things look really
interesting." She picked up a couple of the metal alligator clips and
opened and closed the jaws between her fingers.  "I wonder what these are
used for?  Clothespins not enough, eh.  Now we're into metal teeth.  I bet
these really feel good."

   Her face drawn with bitterness, she knelt down beside her mother and
roughly grabbed on of her breasts by the nipple and pulled it out to the
side causing Janet to once more cry out in pain as her nipple was stretched
to its limit.  "Let's see how this feels," Karen said capriciously as she
placed the large metal clip to the nipple and let go.  Janet's body now
began to struggle against the combined pain of the clip and that of the
dildo invading her rectum and she fought vainly to free her wrists from the
bedposts.

   Very slowly and deliberately Karen picked up another alligator clip and
walked around behind Janet and affixed it to her other nipple.  "Please,
darling .  .  ." Janet begged, but the only response from her daughter was
a resounding slap across the face.

   "There.  That's what you like, right?  Well, you're getting it.  Now
stop whining and enjoy it, you fucking slut - you whorish dyke bitch."
After a pause to consider, Karen mused wryly, "Hmmmm, let's see.  What
should we do next.  Maybe we should blindfold you and put a gag in your
mouth.  But no - I want you to see what's going on and I really want to
here you scream." The thought of her mother screaming suddenly reminded
Karen that she hadn't yet looked in on the baby.

   "Wait here, bitch, while I check on your granddaughter - not that you're
going anywhere" Checking to make sure Karen was securely bound Karen then
departed the room for the nursery leaving Janet on her knees hanging from
the bedposts and sobbing hysterically.  When she returned five minutes
later her footsteps sounded to Janet as if she were even more determined
than before.  Karen walked over to the side of the bed within Janet's view
and looked squarely at her.

   "Well, I'm new to this and don't have the obvious subtlety of your years
of experience so I'm just boing to have to do what comes to mind and I
can't think of anything else now except a good sound whipping."

   "Karen .  .  ." her mother sobbed.

   "Don't Karen me, you filthy slut.  Quit your sniveling," Karen retorted
viciously, "This is what you wanted and this is what you're going to get so
stop acting like a baby." Looking again at the array of whips and paddles
on the bed her eyes came to rest on a particularly mean looking instrument.
It had a black leather wrapped handle about a foot long from which trailed
a number of thin black leather strips, each of which was knotted at the
end.

   "I think this looks approriate.  What do you think, mother," she said
cheerfully as she picked up the whip.  As Janet saw what she was referring
to a look of real fear crossed her face which caused Karen to remark,
"Ahhh, I can see you're at least familiar with this, huh.  Good.  I think
it's appropriate for the situation.  It's called a cat-o-nine-tails isn't
it.  Except that this cat appears to have a few more than nine tails."

   Suddenly Karen raised her arm with the whip high over her head and
brought it down with a resound crack of the bedspread.  "Yes indeed.  This
will do very nicely."

   Eyes wide with fright, Janet followed her daughter as Karen slowly
walked to position herself to one side of her.  "Now," she intoned, "for
all your sins mother, you are about to receive the punishment you deserve
and have waited so long for.  Say your prayers!" And with that, Karen
reared back and brought the whip down with all the force she could muster
at an angle across her mother's jutting ass cheeks.  The whip made a loud
"pflattt" sound as it met Janet's flesh.  The pain was like nothing Janet
had ever before experienced.  It seared through her whole body and caused
it to jerk as if high voltage had been applied and the howl which left her
throat half deafened both of them.  Karen left no room for Janet to even
begin to recover as she once more brought the whip down on her mother's
ass.  Again Janet screamed as if to wake the world.

   Karen hesitated and looked down at her handiwork.  The two lashes had
left a wealth of angry red trails traversing both of Janet's buttocks from
her waist to her upper thighs.  Before Karen's eyes the marks from the
second lash began to swell and form ugly welts some of which began to
bleed, the blood appearing in places and slowly trickling downward,
mingling with the residue of the first lash.

   Suddenly everything collapsed in Karen in a flash; in a moment of
crystal clarity and she knew it was all over.  She began to sob
uncontrollably as she stepped forward and undid the bindings holding her
mother's wrists.  Janet, surprised at the sudden change, looked up at Karen
and managed to say, "Oh, Karen .  .  ." before she was cut off with, "Just
shut up mother.  I want you to leave this house and never, ever come back
again.  I never want to see or hear from you again, ever."

   Karen then dropped the whip and fell to her knees, covering her face as
she continued to cry.  Janet got shakily to her feet, her knees wobbly from
having been in the kneeling position for so long and approached her
daughter.  With one hand she rubbed her now swollen posterior smearing
blood all over and with the other reached out and laid it on Karen's
shoulders.  No sooner had she done so than Karen visciously knocked it away
and snarled, "GET OUT - NOW!  I hate you.  I never want to ever lay eyes on
you again.  Get your things and leave."

   Resigned to the moment, Janet proceded to leave the room at which point
Karen collapsed on the floor and curled herself up in a fetal position.

   How long she remained on the floor she didn't know.  She seemed to have
a vague recollection of hearing the front door close, but it seemed so far
off.  Bestirring herself the first thing she noticed was that she was fully
dressed and that the room was completely dark - the candles must have gone
out.  For a second or two she couldn't figure out why on earth she had
fallen asleep on the floor of her mother's room.  Her memory then kicked in
like a thunder clap and she recalled the whole series of previous events in
a fraction of a second.  To her credit her next thought was of the baby.
Rising as quickly as she could she made her way groggily to the nursery
only to discover that her daughter was fast asleep and breathing normally
as if nothing had happened at all.  If only she knew, thought Karen as she
once again began to silently cry.

   In a couple of minutes she had gathered her wits about her enough to
think and hoped beyond hope that maybe her mother hadn't left after all and
was just asleep downstairs or in her, Karen's room.  Leaving the nursery
she peeked into her bedroom which was empty.  She then went downstairs
turning on the stairwell lights and looked around the living room.  No
Janet.  She then toured the rest of the house only to discover that a
number of her mother's things like toilet articles, her purse and her coat
were no longer to be found in their usual places.  She had, in fact,
actually left.

   At a loss for what to do she headed back to the nursery and slumped into
the one stuffed chair there and tried to sort out what had happened.  It
was all a jumble and she just couldn't seem to grasp and hold onto any
single thing that provided her a jumping off point to organize her thoughts
and feelings.  All she was really aware of was an all pervading hurt and
sadness.  As she became conscious of this and remarked on it to herself she
once again fell into a troubled slumber only to be awakened by her
daughter's crying.

   As she opened her eyes she was almost blinded by the sun coming in the
window.  Squinting, she rose and went to the crib and picked up the baby
and carried it with her downstairs.  There she made herself a pot of coffee
and when it was finished and she had drunk half a cup she sat down on the
sofa with the child in her arms and started to breast feed it.  No sooner
had the baby began to suckle than that now familiar erotic tension started
to tingle through her insides.  Up till now Karen had been functioning in a
daze brought on by the necessity of her body and mind to shut out the
previous night's activities and feelings.  The physical stirrings
engendered by the child at her breast, however, overrode the blocking
mechanism and allowed her memory and emotions to surface.

   It was just too much for her and she to cry again.  Realizing that it
the action of the baby's mouth she gently removed the child from her breast
and lay it on the sofa.  She then went into the kitchen and got out the
newly purchased baby bottles and nipples, heated a little milk in a pan and
tried for the first time to bottle feed the infant.  To her surprise, it
went without a hitch and she was overjoyed.

   As she sat feeding her child she once more entered that fog that allowed
her to escape the unpleasantness of her situation - until the phone rang.
Still not thinking, she put the child down and got up and answered it.  The
shock of her mother's voice on the other end saying, "Karen, darling.
Please .  .  ." was such a jolt that she immediately slammed the receiver
back into its cradle and stood stock still as she tried to deal with the
mass confusion of her feelings.

   The rest of the day was much the same as she went mindlessly about the
normal routine of her life.  About every two hours the phone would ring.
The first couple of times she answered it and discovering it was her mother
she hung up without saying a word.  Then she just didn't bother to answer
it at all, but just let it ring.

   During the next two days the phone rang progressively less and on the
third day not one call came in at all.  On the fifth day, the phone did
ring and she decided to answer it.  It wasn't her mother but rather Tom
Krispin.  He began to plead with her to be reasonable and to tell her what
a troubled woman her mother was.  By now, Karen had developed a protective
shell of ambivalence to what had happened and when she had heard enough
simply hung up gently.

   One evening about a week and a half later she sat watching a prime time
sitcom in which a mother was joshing her daughter about her love life.
Something in the comedic patter triggered Karen and brought about a surge
of guilt about how she had treated her mother.  It was at this juncture
that she began to return to some semblance of her normal healthy self.
Realizing, of course, that the situation with her mother had been
cataclysmic and that it could never flourish as it had in those few idyllic
weeks she nonetheless felt that she needed to repair the damage she had
caused.

   Immediately she went to the phone and found the Krispins number.  They
were home, but when Karen said she wanted to speak to her mother she was
told rather coldly that Janet had returned to California the previous day.
She then tried the California number but it didn't answer.

   She tried without success and a mounting sense of dread to phone her
mother for three days running.  Finally, on the fourth day her mother
picked up the phone.  When Karen tried to apologize in her attempt to
reconcile matters her mother simply said in what sounded to Karen like an
infinitely tired voice that she thought that Karen needed to lead her own
life and that things would be much better if they severed forever their
relationship.  With that the phone went dead in Karen's hand.

   Karen went into an immediate funk and spend the remainder of the evening
crying.  After a night of fitfully tossing and turning she tried again the
next morning to call her mother.  When her mother discovered it was her
daughter on the line she hung up.

   Karen was beside herself with hurt and despair.  She didn't know now
what to do so she did nothing.  And continued doing nothing day in and day
out except the bare necessary tasks to keep herself and her baby alive.
She only went outdoors to shop.  She sat for long hours in one room or
another of the house just staring without seeing.  This went on until a
neighbor couple down the block who she and Harold had been friendly with
sensed that something was wrong and decided to investigate.  When Karen
answered the door they were horrified at her appearance.  When they tried
to enter they got far enough in to discover that the house was a wreck and
a mess before being rudely shoved back out and the door closed in their
faces.

   Harold had also not received a letter from Karen for some time now and
became concerned.  When he tried to call he got no answer.  After three
days of trying he in turn received a call from the neighbors apprising him
of the situation.  He applied for an immediate hardship leave, which was
granted, and was on the first flight out.  Two days later he entered the
house late in the evening.  He could not have believed in his wildest
imagininings the state of affairs that confronted him.  When he found Karen
upstairs in bed she was totally incommunicative.  Finally he called the
family physician who made a rare house call.  The doctor called an
ambulance and Karen was taken downtown to St.  Lukes where she admitted to
the psych ward.

   After two weeks of constant medical care Karen returned home.  She was
quiet and withdrawn, but otherwise appeared to function somewhat like her
old self.  In the meantime, Harold had requested an immediate hardship
tranfer and received it.  He now spent the days at home caring for both
Karen and the baby.

   Try as he did, he could not get one word out of Karen about what had
happened.  She absolutely refused to even acknowledge the subject when it
came up.  When he called his mother-in-law she likewise just hung up.
Querrying the physicians about her condition, they would immediately claim
client-doctor priviledge, but did tell him that she had undergone and
emotional shock which had the equivalent force of post traumatic stress
syndrome and that time was needed for her to recover - lots of time.  He
would simply have to wait until Karen decided to tell him herself which may
or may not ever happen.  The outlook was guarded, they said.

   Harold and Karen's sex life never again resumed.  At a time when it
looked like she might be approachable to even take a hint, Karen went stone
cold and took to sleeping in the guest bedroom.  Soon thereafter she began
to go out by herself for an hour or two in the evenings.  She never
announced she was leaving, but rather just put on her coat and left.  When
Harold tried gently to find out what was going on Karen told him it was
none of her business.  These nightly ventures forth began to get longer and
longer until one night Karen didn't come home at all.

   To his credit, Harold didn't panic at first - he had decided to just
wait her out.  After two days when she didn't appear he called the police
and filed a missing persons report.  He then undertook a massive one-man
hunt for her.  She was nowhere to be found.  No one had seen her and
constant checks with the police and coroner came up empty.  It was like she
had vanished from the face of the earth.

   Weeks became months.  The baby grew.  Harold resumed his job with the
service and had now been permanently tranfered to 5th Army headquarters in
Chicago.  He hired a full-time live-in nanny, an older woman with excellent
references who figuratively became the child's mother.  Still Harold did
not give up his pursuit of Karen, but nothing bore fruit; Karen was not to
be found.

   After a year, a friend of Harold's in the provost marshall's office
suggested he might try a private detective.  The friend knew of a highly
recommended PI.  He was contacted.

   Three months and many thousands of dollars later a report came back.
The news was not good.

   Through unnamed sources the detective managed to find out that Karen had
originally been frequenting lesbian bars on the near north side.  At some
point it seems she had made the acquaintance of a woman from San Francisco
vacationing in Chicago.  They paired up and Karen had went to S.F.  with
her intending to stay for a few days.  Friends there said that she was so
much in love that she no longer wanted to go back to Chicago.  That had
been three months previously.

   Those same friends related that both Karen and her lover had suddenly
pulled up stakes and left for Europe.  They gave up their apartment and
just took off without a word to anyone as to where or when they would
return.  No one knew where they were or if they would ever return.

   A few weeks later, out of the blue, Harold received a phone call from
his mother-in-law late one night.  Janet apologized to Harold for her
former rudeness, but was not forthcoming with any explanation of what had
transpired during her visit except to say that Karen had asked her to leave
and that she had done so.  Harold told Janet in detail what he had found on
his return home, what had happened and the steps he had taken to find
Karen.  Janet then promised to undertake her own inquiries and report to
Harold if she found out anything.

   As it turned out, Janet reported back to Harold that she had taken a
week off work and went up to San Francisco.  Using her numerous contacts
there she managed to discover that Karen and her lover had been heavily
into the BDSM scene.  They were both well known and well liked.  But there
the trail ended.  The only thing anyone knew now is that they had left for
Europe and nothing had been heard of them since then.

   Harold toyed with the idea of taking another extended leave and going to
Europe to search for Karen, but his funds were now so limited that it just
wasn't feasible.  He also had finally come to the acceptance that if Karen
wanted any further contact with him and her daughter she would be the one
to initiate it.  He was right.

   Early into the second year of her disappearance, Harold arrived home
from work one Friday night to find in the day's mail a foreign looking
envelope.  It bore foreign stamps and was postmarked from a place in
Austria called Graz; it had no return address.  With pounding heart he
opened the letter and found a short note and a single small photgraph
inside.

   The photograph had been taken during warm weather and showed two women,
smiling into the camera, dressed in shorts and blouses standing in what
looked like a mountain meadow.  One woman was definitely Karen - same tall,
statuesque physique, same hair, same face.  No doubt about it.  Nothing was
written on the back of the photo.

   The letter was likewise obviously from Karen having been written in her
unique rolling hand script.  It was not really a letter, but rather just a
short note which read:  "Dear Harold.  I'm so sorry for all the trouble I
know I've caused you.  Things are better now.  I will write again.  Give my
love to Emily."

   And it was signed, "Janet"

                               The End

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