Educating Sarah

"Mom, please...please come to bed with us! Please come!"

The next thing she knew, Linda felt herself slipping onto the squeaking bed, feeling both her husband and daughter's bare flesh and the moist warmth their lovemaking created. She realized the only reason she was being so bold was that she knew the experience wasn't real. With one hand, she reached out to caress Sarah's skin, feeling the delicious heat of passion radiating from it. The other hand returned to the furry cove between her thighs as she pressed against her pubic mound, slender fingers finding their way into silky pink.

"Oh, yes...yes, mother, YES!!!" Sarah approved of her mother touching herself as her eyes soaked up this delicious vision of unbridled incest. Linda's daughter never called her by that name, mother, and it added a tinge of strangeness to the experience. Such was the nature of dreams.

Linda, now with two fingers buried deep inside her pussy, frigging away, couldn't help but move down the bed so that her face could be near their coupling. She looked up into Sarah's lust-filled eyes and her daughter gazed back, lips parted, gasping for air as she rode her father's cock. Linda then looked down at her husband's slick, glistening shaft being gripped by her daughter's tight, wet pussy.

"That's it, honey," she hissed to Sarah, her fingers blurring away against her swollen clit. "Fuck your father...FUCK HIM!" Her voice sounded like that of another. She so wanted all three of them to orgasm together. It would make the dream complete. "Make your father come...draw it out with that sweet, tight pussy of yours. Make him come inside you...NOW!"

"Uh-huh," Sarah nodded, her skin glowing from a thin sheen of perspiration, her hair a mess. Then her face grew dark like a girl possessed. Her voice dropped low as she gazed at her masturbating mother from underneath her sweaty brow. "Uh-HUH!"

She gripped her father's shoulders and let loose with a rapid series of thrusts, wet, slapping noises filling the air.

"Goddamn, honey...YES!" Michael growled from clenched teeth as he held her steady. "I can't hold back any longer! Coming...coming NOW...agggh...AGGGHHHH!!!"

With that, his body went taut. Linda could see semen spurting up his shaft as Sarah's thrusts slowed a bit. She was now allowing his ejaculate inside her body, her pussy expertly, thoroughly milking his cock. Linda, her own climax approaching, fought to take in all of the sights, sounds, and smells of the moment.

Fuck, this isn't really happening, but it is! God, this is so sinful, so perverted...and sexy!

"Oh, Mom." Sarah was practically sobbing from the mind-shattering experience. "I feel it inside me. I feel Dad's cum!"

"Yes, my love!" Linda stroked her daughter's shoulder, squeezing it, her own pussy flaming out of control. "Keep as much as you can inside. Hold on to your father's cum!"

Sarah nodded, and Linda could see her pussy clenching repeatedly, obediently trying to keep her father's viscous fluids from spilling out. Then the young woman's focus shifted or, more accurately, shattered.

"Mom! Dad!" She yelped. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes wide, as if given an electrical shock. "I'm coming, too!" With that, her body shuddered, her buttocks tensing over and over as she was gripped by a powerful orgasm.

"God...gahhhhddd!" her little girl voice wailed as she came and came, her body convulsing, resembling that of a rag doll being tossed about as she joined her father in climaxing.

Linda was just about there, and what she saw next pushed her over the edge. Slowly, but surely, Michael's copious delivery started leaking out of Sarah's pussy! One trickle, then another, as he emptied his scrotum of raw seed. The young woman simply didn't have the capacity to hold it all!

"Baby, yeah...OH, YEAHHH!!!" Linda grunted as sharp jabs of pleasure forced her body to jackknife repeatedly. She managed to keep her eyes on Michael and Sarah for as long as she could, watching them ride through their mutual orgasms, until pleasure totally possessed her body, making her eyes squeeze shut. When she thought the whole experience couldn't get any hotter, Sarah upped the ante.

"Mom...ohhh, goddamn...GODDAMN!!!" the young woman sobbed. Hearing that word come from her daughter's mouth, with that little voice of hers, but using it in such an adult manner, forced another, deeper surge inside Linda's pussy. Despite her permissive upbringing, Sarah rarely used language like that, surprising her mother somewhat, but with all three of them now drawing on their basest instincts, it was all part of the experience.

Oh, honey, all of our facades have fallen away. We're just a trio of lusty animals, doing what beasts do in the wild. So very wrong, but I no longer give a damn. God, I love this so much!

Then came the coup de grace.

"FUUUCKKK!!!" The young woman exhaled loudly, her nude, lithe body coated in sweat as she went limp on top of her father. That one word, a word she had never heard her daughter utter before, broke something in Linda's mind.

Jesus, that does it! There are no more rules left to break!

Linda babbled a stream of incomprehensible words and, with her mouth watering, couldn't help but move toward ground zero. She eagerly pressed her face into the aftermath of their incestuous lovemaking, taking in every molecule of the gooey mess. Groans of approval came from both father and daughter as she licked and sucked like a mama cat with a bowl of fresh cream, slick, heady sex covering her face.

Oh, dear Lord, I can't think of anything better than this.

With the next breath, Linda awakened, Sarah's profanity still ringing in her head.

Fuuuck, indeed.

With crickets still chirping somewhere outside, she lie there, totally still, taking steady, deep breaths as she returned to the real world. However, vivid images from her dream lingered in her mind, almost real, but ultimately not. She desperately tried to hold onto them and found her right hand cupped firmly over her furry pubis, a single finger rubbing languidly up and down her wet slit.

Concentrate, Linda. Hang on. Don't let them slip away.

But ultimately, they did. Still, that didn't stop her from masturbating to what dream shreds remained. As she tweaked a thick, erect nipple, her middle, and forefinger quietly frigged away, sensations quickly building.

Yes...at least this is real...YES!

She quickly climaxed, subtle tremors reverberating through her body as she tried not to awaken Michael. She left her fingers inside for a long time, letting the aftershocks slowly trail away. At last, Linda put her fingers in her mouth, savoring the acrid taste and musky odor of her sex. She looked over to the dull, yellow face of the electric Westclox, which announced 2 o'clock. She took another deep breath and realized, despite the orgasm, she was again fully aroused.

Fuck, that was intense! But goddammit, if I'm not still horny.

She lie there, fully awake, processing what remnants remained of her dream and the events of that afternoon and evening. She pondered the mystery of why both of them were now looking at their daughter in more than a parental way. Of course, she was legally an adult now, and they had never been prudish around her. They wanted a young woman who knew the ways of the world, of men and women, or women and women, or men and men, or whatever transpired in the crazy world holding them captive.

I just can't believe I'm now dreaming about my husband and daughter fucking...and me joining in!

As she delved deeper into her thoughts and emotions, Linda realized it shouldn't have surprised her at all, what with both her and Michael's strong libido. The love, desire, and sex never got old. She knew couples whose relationships had become dry and stale and felt pity for them. She also realized that type of situation in marriages was more common than not, so why did she and her husband still have such a hot and heavy routine?

As her brain sparked through one question, then another, she thought she heard a noise from beyond the bedroom. The next moment, her attention shifted from erotic reveries to a gentle, rhythmic humming emanating from the air vent above their bed.

What in heavens is that?

Her senses slid into hyper-sharp focus, a skill she had cultivated over eighteen years of motherhood. Linda squinted her eyes as if that would improve her hearing.

Maybe the furnace, or something outside... or is it Sarah?

Soon, she realized the noise wasn't humming, but more like moaning or whimpering. Linda lay there, completely still, holding her breath, listening intently. The only other noises were Michael's steady breaths and the crickets outside. After what seemed like an eternity, she still couldn't identify the sound.

I have to know.

Linda, curiosity piqued, slid out of bed, her bare feet pressing against the soft, shag carpet. She stood, totally naked, cool air caressing her skin, at the same time slowly turning her head from one side to the other, trying to hone in on the sound. She reached out for her bathrobe and quietly slipped it on, cinching it closed. The next moment, she stepped into the hallway. Light from the front of the house permeated her surroundings. Again, she paused, head rotating back and forth, pinpointing the sound. Her eyes followed her ears.

Ahhh, yes.

She looked to the door of Sarah's bedroom, hidden in the shadows some twelve feet away. Silently moving toward it, Linda realized it was open about six inches, a dim light emanating from within. The noise increased as she approached the door, to the point it was unmistakably her daughter. As her face neared the opening, she thought perhaps Sarah was having a nightmare. Linda thought to call out, to see if her girl was in distress but quelled the impulse.

Such a bright, imaginative girl, her brain is always working. Sometimes to a fault.

She peered into the bedroom. Squinting again, she could see the outline of her daughter's body, lying above the blankets. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the murky shapes and forms of the bedroom, all the while Sarah's now-guttural sounds filled her ears. What Linda saw next made her eyes go wide.

Goddamn!

Sarah was totally naked, surrounded by mounds of blankets that had been pushed aside. She clamped a pillow between her thighs, and Linda could see her slowly, intently tensing her buttocks, her hips pushing against the soft mass.

Oh, my god!

Linda's surprise was quickly overtaken by embarrassment, which soon gave way to arousal as her nipples hardened against the rough fabric of her bathrobe. Her pussy began throbbing at the sight of her only daughter fucking her pillow!

Oh, my sweet, horny girl!

Sarah grasped the pillow as she thrust away, her lips open as she whimpered and moaned. Linda's first impulse was to look away and to sneak silently back to her bedroom, but no. Mother had to watch.

God help me, I can't turn away.

Linda stood frozen, like a statue, while Sarah humped herself to completion. She could tell when the young woman came. Her thrusts slowed into languid gyrations as she mashed out each spasm of her climax, taking deep breaths, then relaxing with a smile of satisfaction.

As was her habit, Linda fought to absorb every aspect of the erotic tableau. She knew, with a mixture of shame and delight, she would be masturbating to it later, most likely sharing it with Michael to enhance their sexcapades, as if they needed any help.

Sarah removed the pillow from between her thighs, pulling it up to bury her face in the spot she had just fucked. Linda couldn't help but grin, watching her daughter sniff her own musk, rubbing her nose back and forth, taking deep breaths followed by a sigh.

Then it happened.

"Mom, you can come in, if you want," Sarah spoke loudly enough for her mother to hear. By now, it was so quiet, it didn't take much. Linda couldn't help but gasp.

Oh, shit.

In the span of a few seconds, her brain again spun into high gear. What would she say? Or do? Did Sarah know she was being watched? How could she not? Why was her door open anyway?

I don't want to act like a prude. We've done so much to keep her from being one, but now is the moment of truth. Shit, here we go...

Linda opened the door enough to enter, pushing it closed once inside. She hesitated.

Say something, stupid.

"Are you all right, honey?" she whispered. Sarah did nothing to hide her nakedness. In fact, she rolled onto her back, allowing Linda a full view of her body.

What a beautiful, young woman she is. I can't let on how nervous I am. Or turned on.

"Yes, Mom."

Linda could see her daughter smile in the dim light. Next thing she knew, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, only inches from Sarah.

"I thought you were hurt, or having a nightmare." She wanted to reach out and touch her smooth skin but refrained.

"Mmmm...no." Her daughter writhed gently as a cat wanting its tummy rubbed.

Linda couldn't help but admire her daughter's hard nipples jutting out from small breasts. Thin, blond fur covered her delicate mons pubis.

What do I do now?

"Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"No. Stay here."

Linda took great care to act nonchalant as she stretched out on the bed, parallel to the young women, but her hands visibly trembled. Arousal caused a lump in her throat, and her pussy wasn't acting coy. She could feel moist heat as blood rushed to engorge her juicy parts. Her robe fell open, exposing a breast, as she pulled a pillow underneath her head.

"My love." Linda touched her daughter's cheek. The next moment, Sarah embraced her.

Ohhh, fuck.

Linda let her robe fall back as their naked bodies pressed together. She could feel Sarah's face nestled between her breasts, the heat from her body radiating fiercely as she returned the embrace. She took a deep breath and exhaled.

God, this feels so nice.

"Mmmm, honey." Linda's motherly instincts took complete control as she kissed the top of her daughter's head, luxuriating in bare skin pressing against bare skin. Everything was happening so fast, she couldn't process it all. She just knew that pushing her daughter away would be wrong.

God, we've been naked around each other more times than I can remember. Always. It's like breathing. There is no shame, nor should there be, but I've never held her like this, especially now that's she all grown up!

"Is this okay, Mom?" Sarah's little girl voice asked.

"Yes, honey." Linda quelled her spinning brain as much as she could and tried her damndest to be in the moment. "I'm here for you."

Sarah threw a slender leg over her mother's hip, increasing their contact. "I miss you already," she whispered. Linda sighed, again hearing the crickets outside in their perpetual, nocturnal mating rituals.

My poor girl.

"I'm so sorry, love." Another kiss, this time on Sarah's upturned face. "I keep questioning whether or not I should have taken this job." The next kiss, their lips pressed together, lingering for several seconds. "But you'll be going to college soon and..."

The realization that her daughter would be leaving the nest, be it soon or in a few years, surged upon Linda's psyche at that moment. She felt her eyes tearing up.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Not like it was something new. The knowledge that Sarah would be going out in the world had been lurking underneath for a few years, surfacing from time to time at the most unexpected moments. Like now.

"I know, Mom." Sarah's mouth was less than an inch from her mother's, and Linda could feel her sweet, warm breath caressing her face. "This growing-up stuff can be hard, okay?"

Linda nodded slightly as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes.

"Life is never easy, nor should it be."

"Can't it?" Sarah sounded wise beyond her years.

"No easy answers." Another kiss. Despite her motherly feelings, Linda couldn't avoid the fact she was fully aroused. She found herself breathing more rapidly than usual. Sarah's kisses were becoming those of a lover, not a daughter, and damn it if she didn't crave more.

Mother and daughter were teetering on the edge when Sarah crossed the line.

"Ahhh..." Linda gasped as Sarah took a nipple in her mouth.

Oh, my dear lord!

Again, Linda's first thought was to push her daughter away, but no. It was such a loving act, and it felt so good! Long-dormant memories of breastfeeding returned, flashing through Linda's brain in vivid sharpness.

"Honey, I..."

Sarah reached up to massage her mother's free breast, now sending two arcs of electricity flashing through Linda's nipples, right down to her dripping, wet pussy.

Goddamn!

Linda managed to mutter a few words as she pressed her breast firmly against Sarah's hungry mouth. "That's it, baby...ahhh...let me nurse you."

Sarah moaned, and Linda could feel her daughter's angel-soft fur rubbing against her thigh.

Fuck it, I surrender. Just let it happen and deal with the aftermath. This is so goddamn perverted, but so fucking hot! But how can something so tender and loving between Sarah and I be wrong?

With a single motion, Sarah rolled on top of her mother, but never let go of her breast. Now their mounds pressed against each other's, fur rubbing against fur.

"Nnnnggg," Linda bit her lower lip, looking down at her daughter as she squeezed her small buttocks. Now their bodies were moving together, erect clit against erect clit. Finally, Sarah let loose of her mother's breast.

"Oh, Mom," she whimpered. "Ohhhh...I'm so sorry! I need it so much!"

"Honey, just let it happen." Linda looked into her daughter's pleading eyes, soft, loving eyes begging to be understood. "Don't be afraid."

Sarah nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as she concentrated on the friction between them. Linda joined her daughter in one mutual objective, for them to come together.

"That's it, love," Linda panted as sensations increased, building up more and more.

"Yes..." Sarah's mouth dropped open as her own orgasm approached. "Yes, Mom...YES!"

"Oh, fucking shit, honey...it's coming! Coming!!!" Linda tried to keep quiet, but it was impossible.

"Yes, Mom...coming...coming...ohhhh, FUUUCKKK!!!"

This was no dream. It was real. Linda snarled as mother and daughter shared a mutual climax, animal instincts taking over as they mashed out wave after wave of incestuous pleasure.

"Oh, god, honey," Linda whimpered through sharp jabs wracking her body. "What did you just say?"

Sarah, riding through the most intense crest of her orgasm, dropped her brow, her eyes drilling into her mother's.

"I said FUCK!"

(to be continued)