I Blame The Parents 8

by hornykate

I couldn't face this series after Chapter 7. It felt like a bit of a mess with a HUGE continuity error that embarrassed me whenever I read it. It's what happens when one has too much Merlot darlings. So this is an attempt to regain control.

It was early evening. I sat at my kitchen table, coffee before me. Outside, Mother, Rose, Jo and Sophie were making the most of the fading light, tossing a little ball in a game of Catch. I'd decided to sit this out so I could gather my thoughts. I'd been considering Rose's odd request to involve her mother. She'd since explained it a little better, telling me of an incident when she was younger. A one-off incident in which Mother touched daughter in a place a mother shouldn't, and daughter had felt a strong sexual stimulus. Rose was about 8, and it had never happened again. Rose said that seeing me with my mother had rekindled some long-forgotten erotic desire. I had misgivings but it was Rose's mum so who was I to say nay?

A more pressing consideration had been Sarah. She'd certainly been a favourite of my mother, but that had been many years ago. Rose knew her more than I did and we'd discussed the possibilities of inviting Sarah round for dinner, and the problem of how to do it.

"Leave it to me," Rose had said, "I'll think of somethin." So I'd left it with her.

Mother came bustling through the door carrying little Jo in her arms, leaving Rose and Sophie outside. I found it funny that at times such as this we all acted in such a normal way, yet once the curtains were drawn so to speak, we entered a rather more depraved world. Now was one of those 'normal' times. But as Mother put Jo down before me I felt the welcome encroachment of the 'other' world as I looked at this little five year old girl, dressed in black leggings, black pumps, short black skirt just below her ass, and a pink T-shirt. I looked admiringly at her legs. Black leggings on little girls always got me wet and now was no exception. I invited her to come sit on my knee, and she happily straddled me, a leg either side of me. Mother came to kneel just behind Jo putting her hands on my knees. She was wearing a floral summer dress which rode up her thighs as she knelt and I could see, as she opened her legs, she had no knickers on. That got my cunt all tingly and wet, especially as she then parted my legs and slid her hands up the insides of my thighs. As she ran her fingers lightly up and down my legs I slid my hand into Jo's leggings only to find she, too, was pantie-less.

"Oh ho," I exclaimed, "you got no knick-knicks on. Are you feelin slutty little one?"

She opened her legs a little wider with a girlish giggle, and, knowing her mother had already fucked her with a dildo, I felt no qualms about sliding my finger inside her hot little cunt. Mother had, by this time, slid one hand into the back of Jo's leggings and was lightly touching her rose-bud. Her finger entered and our two fingers touched through the thin membrane that seperated her cunt and anus, causing my cunt to soak my panties.

Jo was panting now like the slut she'd been raised to be, getting more and more vocal as our fingers probed deeper.

"Ah fuck fuck fuck," she was crying, "fuck my cunt, fuck my ass." This from a five year old. Tut tut. Shameful. But hot. "Deeper, deeper," she begged, "fuck my slut cunt." And she came quickly, with such profanities I almost came at the same time. The other world had taken over!

"Wow!" cried Sophie, who at some point had come in with Rose. She rushed over just as Jo was calming down and slid her hand in with mine.

"She's all wet Mummy, I'm all wet too. Feel." She had on a short skirt and I slid my hand up her legs and directly between her legs. And she was. So I had one finger inside my daughter's cunt and one in her friend's. Rose leant against the work units, pulled up her skirt and began frigging herself as she watched.

Mother crawled over to her on her knees and buried her face in her crotch.

"Did you enjoy fuckin my little girls ass-hole? You're such a slut, I bet your finger smells of her shit. Lick it." she cried, and my mother, the dirty slut, did so. "Let me lick it." said Rose, and Mother offered her her finger, which Rose greedily sucked on. "I hear you wanna fuck Sarah again. How old was she when you first fucked her? I heard she was only four."

"Yes," cried Mother, "I fucked her when she was only four."

"She's gotta little niece. And guess what? She's only four as well. You wanna fuck her niece?"

"Yes yes yes," she almost sobbed in a delirium. "I want us all to fuck her, I want Jo to fuck her," she was approaching orgasm, "I wanna teach her to drink piss, I wanna fuck her little ass.." and she came so hard she actually pissed herself on the kitchen floor. And you know what my little Sophie did? You'll never guess, so I'll tell you. She went over, lifted her skirt and sat down in the pool of her grandmother's piss, trailing her hands through it. That surprised even me. It seemed SO perverted for some reason. She was a mini-me and then some.

Rose knelt down by my mother, took her face in her hands and kissed her so deeply.

"I'll arrange for your little four year old," she said softly, "I promise."

(cont?)