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Carol looked up from the oven as Kit entered the kitchen. "Good morning, honey." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Just barely, though. Another twenty minutes and it'll be afternoon."
The pretty girl did not seem to be in a cheerful mood. "Oh, Mom, don't make cracks. I know I should have been up earlier, but I just lay there, thinking about--everything. I didn't mean to make you fix breakfast--at least not for Jack. What kind of a mood was he in?"
Carol closed the oven door and looked at her daughter. They had hardly seen each other in the two days since Jack and Kit returned from their honeymoon, and Carol was startled by the girl's drawn appearance. "Honey, you look like you're completely beat. Of course I guess that's the way you should be after a honeymoon..."
Kit cut her mother off. "Mom, please--our honeymoon was... oh well, hell. What is there to eat? I'm not really hungry, but I guess I need something..."
Carol was suddenly concerned about her daughter. She had been concerned about her own position in this crazy scheme that she had created for several days, but for the first time she sensed that Kit had also had problems.
"Honey, sit down at the table and I'll pamper you, just this once. I'll fix anything you want. Eggs... we've got some excellent sausage..."
The young girl shuddered. "Gee, no, Mom. I couldn't take sausage if my life depended on it. Just some cold cereal and coffee. And some orange juice if there is any. That's all I could possibly eat. I'll fix it if you want me to."
Carol was studying her offspring intently. "No, I said I'd do it this time." She paused and looked directly at Kit as the girl sat with lowered eyes. "Baby, something's bothering you, and I'm sure it involves Jack. I think we need to talk. I hadn't meant to talk to you about things, at least not just now, but I can see you've got some problems too. So I think we'd better both unload. Did something happen on the honeymoon?"
A half hour later both women were staring into cold coffee cups. The conversation had been frank and enlightening for both mother and daughter. Carol understood, for the first time, the full dimensions of their problem...
She put down the cup she had been toying with. "Well, I don't know what to say. The irony of it all, of course, is that I dreamed up the whole damn situation. I thought it was a real clever plan to give all three of us what we wanted. The trouble was that I just didn't understand Jack at the time." She paused as she looked at the young girl. "Kit--Jack's sick. You realize that, don't you?"
Kit nodded slowly. "I... I'm beginning to. I tried not to admit it to myself for a long time. But when he hired that... whore to spend the first night of our honeymoon with us, it was pretty obvious. I didn't know then what he had made you do. Oh gosh, Mom, in a way he must be completely off his rocker. Of course we're partly to blame for ever starting it all--and I'm every bit as much responsible as you are--but at least we thought everything would just be between the three of us; in the family, so to speak. I never dreamed that he would make you let men fuck you or do what he did on the honeymoon. Talk about something seeming unreal--this whole thing is really unreal. Sometimes I just can't believe that it's all happening..."
Carol rose and went once more to the coffee maker on the stove. "Well, it is happening. The one thing I haven't had any trouble with is believing that it's real. God, that night in the motel was real... There's about another cup left. You want it?"
Kit shook her head. "No more. I think coffee's about to come out my ears now. Oh, Mom--what do we do? How do I handle this thing?"
Carol looked at her daughter thoughtfully. "I can't answer that. He's your husband--you'll have to make the decision. I can tell from the way you talk that you're not ready to leave him. Am I right?"
The pretty young wife turned eyes which were beginning to show moisture up to her equally pretty mother. "No, I guess I'm not. I've thought about it, and I nearly left him several times while we were on the trip. But... oh, gee, I don't know. I must still love him, although I don't see how I could. But Mom--you don't have to take any more of it. He has no right to make you do things like the other night. If you want to pull out of it I don't blame you. Maybe I will too, a little later. But for some reason I just can't do it yet..."
Carol stared unseeingly out the kitchen window as she took a sip of the barely warm coffee. "Well, if that's the way you feel, I'll stay with you. If I left he could use it as an excuse to break up with you. At least he could hold the threat over your head... no, I'll play it out to the end with you. I started it, after all... And it'll have to go one way or the other, it can't just go on like this. Maybe there's some chance Jack will make a change for the better..."
"An excellent dinner. Carol, darling, besides your talent with your cunt and your mouth you're an excellent cook. Are you making Kit help you? I want her to learn to cook as well as you do." Jack paused and grinned as he got up from the table. "Of course there are other even more important talents that I want you to help me develop in her. She's still laboring under the naive delusion that the only place a girl should take a man's prick is in her cunt. I have to admit that her cunt is becoming increasingly proficient, but as you know that's only part of the story. I tried to train her a little while we were away, but she didn't respond very well." Jack paused and grinned. "I suppose you know all about that by now. Well, Carol--what do you think? Will we ever get Kit to be a full fledged woman instead of the little girl she is now?"
Carol tried to keep her feelings out of her voice. "I don't know how things are going to work out, Jack. Actually, I think Kit is probably living up to her end of the bargain pretty well. She wasn't supposed to offer a lot of variety, you know, and you've said yourself that she's satisfactory as far as straight sex goes..."
The man laughed. "'Straight sex'... Carol, you break me up with your delicate phrasing. What you mean is plain fucking. Why don't you say what you mean? Do you feel that even the words are too much for your daughter's fragile constitution?"
In spite of herself Carol was slightly amused. His point was well taken; everything considered it was a little silly to be so concerned about nomenclature. On the other hand, his speech was sometimes more vulgar than necessary...
"... try to educate her, at least. Why don't you tell Kit the things we've done, over and above what she considers to be normal. And call things by their real names--don't go clinical on us. Think she'll learn anything?"
Carol's mind had wandered; she had lost the thread of his conversation. His last words had made it sound like he wanted her to give Kit a lesson in the vulgar language that he enjoyed... She hesitated. "Jack... I'm not sure I understand what you..."
Her son-in-law cut in with a weary voice. "Oh hell, Carol, you understand, all right. I'm saying that we ought to increase Kit's vocabulary, and at the same time make her appreciate the fine points of sex. Hell, it'd be tragic for her to go clear through life without doing anything more than she is now. Explain some of the possibilities to her. After all, proper education is a parental responsibility, isn't it?"
Carol mentally shrugged; she saw that Jack was not to be put off. She was under no delusions about his real intent; she was well aware that his real purpose was to indulge himself in his pastime of listening to lewd language spoken by women. Well, hell--if that was what he wanted...
Carol turned to her daughter. "Maybe Jack's got a point, darling. The things he likes to do have a place, alright... I guess we've done most of them, and I think we've both enjoyed them..."
"Oh, hell." Jack's growing impatience was clear. "Spare us the generalities, Carol. Tell Kit, in detail, about some of the things we've done."
Carol choked off her real feelings as she made herself look at the younger girl. Kit had not finished eating, but she sat across the table with her mind obviously no longer on food as she looked at her husband and mother. She detested the thing that he was making Carol do, and perhaps the larger question was whether she did not now detest her husband, period...
"Well, I'm still waiting, sweet mother-in-law..."
Carol made herself talk. "Kit, maybe Jack's right; at least maybe you ought to try some of the things he has in mind. There are a lot of things involved in a complete sexual relationship besides straight intercourse... fucking, of course. I suppose Jack and I have tried the principal ones. You know that I've sucked his prick and let him come in my mouth. Most men go wild over this, and most of them want you to swallow their come when they shoot it. But I'll let you in on a little secret--if you suck him right, including when he climaxes, the average man won't care much whether you really swallow it or not. They all say they want you to swallow it, before you suck them, but usually there's a period during their recovery after orgasm when they don't really give a damn about anything. Of course there are exceptions. I've heard of one man who always makes the woman who sucks him spit the come out in her hand and then lick it up again and swallow it. There's probably no way to fool him. But most men aren't like that..."
"Hey, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." Jack's voice showed some aggravation, but there was also a trace of laughter in it as he realized what Carol was doing. "Told you to educate Kit, but not in the art of fooling her partner. Now, suppose you get back on the straight and narrow, and finish telling her about what we do. No, hell, wait..." Jack paused and seemed to think, then reach a decision. "Hell, never mind the explanations. There's one thing that Kit did agree to, through some quirk of fate. She did accept the idea of making love with you, and I think it's time that we had a little female session..."
Both women drew a sharp breath and looked at each other. What Jack said was true, and represented an anomaly in Kit's attitude that Carol had never understood.
And Kit, too, was unsure why she had agreed to this particular act, which was one that would be considered particularly perverted by most conventional standards. Maybe it was that she had just never believed that her husband would actually ask such a thing...
"Well, I don't hear any comment. I'd think that two pretty females like you would be anxious to get at each other's cunt. I sure as hell enjoy both of your cunts, so I'm sure you will too..."
Carol finally turned a serious face toward the man. "Jack, I'm not sure this is the time. I know Kit agreed to it, but I think some time later on when things..."
"Later on, hell. I'm ready for it right now, and there's no reason for her not to be, too." Jack looked directly at his downcast wife. "Kit, baby, it's time to drop this prima donna complex that you've got. I'm gonna keep my bargain; I'm not gonna make you do anything that I agreed not to. But that's exactly the point--you did agree to love making with your mother. So there shouldn't be any problems--right?"
Carol watched her daughter struggle with herself. She knew that Kit was making a quick review of the whole situation, and she also knew that it was really a waste of time--Kit was not ready yet to leave her husband, and this meant that she would have to comply with his wishes, perverted as they were... And then Carol's mental focus changed as she considered, for the first time, the idea of sex with her daughter. Thoroughly heterosexual, Carol had nevertheless enjoyed the half dozen encounters with her own sex that she had, for one reason or another, experienced over the years. And certainly Kit was more attractive as a female than any of the others had been. But Kit was her daughter, and it would be incest... Damn.
Somewhat similar thoughts were in Kit's mind. She had had no previous lesbian experience, but she had heard such things discussed in detail by some of her friends. Her feelings about such an act with her mother were mixed; she loved her beautiful and sensual mother more than any other female, and from that point of view Kit knew that she had rather make love to Carol than to any other woman. But Carol was her mother, and this added the extra dimension of perversion that her husband seemed to find so interesting. Well, hell... the central fact was that she had no choice, unless she was prepared for a major crisis and probably the end of her marriage...
"Well, you two seem to be lost in thought." Jack's voice had a touch of sarcasm. "I'd think that you'd both be tickled to death. I can't think of two more suckable cunts than you have." He turned to his wife. "Tell me, honey, in detail--how do you feel about sucking your mother's pussy? After all, it can't be an entirely new experience--you've been there before." The man grinned as he searched for Kit's reaction to his crude joke.
Kit could not make herself look at her husband. "Oh, Jack-- do I... I mean, do we really have to do it? Why would you want us to--you know neither of us want to do such a thing. Please-- can't we just forget it?"
Jack's laughter was not humorous. "Forget it? Hell no, we cunts forget it. It's part of the arrangement that I've been looking forward to ever since Carol proposed this little deal. I've just been waiting for the right time, and I've decided that this is the right time." He paused as he stared at his distraught wife. "Kit--look at me. Look at me, damn it. That's better. Now--are you going to carry out your end of the arrangement? Are you going to suck your mother's cunt, and let her suck yours? I want a straight yes or no. And you'd better consider all the consequences before you answer no..."
Kit knew instinctively that hesitation on her part would only increase her husband's perverted sense of power. She forced herself to turn moist eyes up to his intent face. "Alright, if you insist. I'll do it."
The man seemed both pleased and disappointed by her answer. "Oh, damn it--you'll do what? Kit, you're at least going to learn the language of sex. I've told you that before. Now--tell me in detail what you're going to do. Do you understand me? In detail..."
With a lack of hesitation that surprised all of them, herself perhaps most of all, Kit faced her husband squarely. "Alright, Jack. I'll suck mom's cunt, if that's what you want to see. And suck her tits, and love her all over. If she wants to do the same thing to me, I'll let her." Kit shifted her gaze to the lovely woman who was her mother as she continued. "Mom, I don't really mind, or at least I mean that I'd rather do it with you than anyone as long as it has to be done. I don't know whether you can come from having me suck you or not, but if you can I want you to. I... I don't really know how to do it, but I'll do the best I can. You'll have to tell me if I do anything wrong..."
Carol found herself genuinely touched by the obvious affection that Kit showed. She suddenly found the total prospect less appalling than it had been. Kit was a lovely girl, and they did love each other... What would it be like to make love to your own child?
"Well, that's all very sweet. Sounds like you about half like the idea, Kit," Jack turned to Carol. "What about you, Mom? You like the idea of having Kit suck your cunt?"
Carol turned a level gaze on the man. "If you want the truth, it doesn't sound so bad right now. Neither one of us have ever thought of such a thing before, but since you're forcing it on us I'll admit that I'm glad it's with Kit. I love her, and she is sexy, and if there's any perversion involved you have to take the blame for that..."
For an instant Carol thought that she had said too much, but her son-in-law seemed to take her remarks in good humor.
"Your comments are duly noted and entered in the record. I guess you're about right at that, Carol. The only thing is that I don't recognize any such thing as perversion. That word has no meaning, as far as I'm concerned. But, what the hell--we've got too many words and not enough action. I think it's time to adjourn to the living room--or better yet, the bedroom. Since we're being frank, I'll have to admit that the prospect has got my prick hard already."
Jack pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. The eyes of both women went automatically to his crotch where a familiar bulge showed the truth of his statement.
He grinned as he held out his hands to the two women and led them toward the bedroom...
"... go on, Kit. There's plenty of room for your hand, too. Carol won't mind sharing it with you. After all, it is your husband's prick..."
Jack chuckled as he stretched luxuriously. The odd threesome, all nude, lay side by side on the oversize bed in the master bedroom. Jack was between the two females, and he had started the proceedings by having Carol caress his hard penis while Kit watched. He was now ready for his wife to join in the action. "Go on, sweets, you've played with my prick before. Your mother doesn't want to hog it all." He glanced toward Carol. "Tell you what, Mom--you concentrate on my balls while your bashful little daughter handles my prick. We have to give her something to do, don't we?"
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