Motherfaker

"Oh God," I moaned in despair. "Please...please don't make me baby....please don't make me do this....."

But I obeyed, plunging my face into her fuzzy covered cunt, her pussy glistening, pussy juices coating her tiny slit...

My tongue slipped out, tasting her. I inhaled deeply...breathing in the fresh sexual scent of youth...so close I could see tiny bubbles of her delicious nectar ooze from her, like an over ripe peach, mushy... inviting me to suck it...savor it......

I groaned in final submission, sucking her pussy recklessly...wantonly. I was beyond caring about anything other than her pleasure...plunging my tongue into her luscious cunt with fervor.

She fucked my face as you would expect from someone her age, impatiently and with youthful exuberance. She expected instant gratification and she received it. I searched and found her undersized clit, licking and teasing it till she moaned in obvious pleasure.

I knew my own pussy would eventually explode. Just feeling her lithe, petite body writhing under the invasion of my hungry mouth would give me the impetus to cum.

I shuddered when she began berating me. Her filthy mouth spurning me on to heights of lust I never, ever experienced.

"You like little girls don't you mommy." she gasped. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth? That's what you want isn't it you whore bitch. Oh yeah...that's it mommy...do you want to eat Megan's cunt too, mommy? Do you...do you want to tongue fuck your own daughter?"

I was wallowing in a bottomless pit of depravity...and the further I sunk, the more pleasure I derived from my shame and humiliation. Her cruel voice was a reminder I was abusing her...and she liked it....and I liked it....and my daughter was right about me.

I was defiling a young, innocent girl...a girl I had known since she was six years old......

And how strange it was to discover a part of me was still innocent...I didn't realize it still existed in me...not until I felt it slowly slip away.

My body ached for release. An orgasm swelled in me, ready to explode. Could it be possible I could ignite it with just my mind?

Rachel was about to erupt, her hips lurching at my face erratically, her mouth gasping for air. I had to pleasure her...

"Oh my god, Mrs J...your tongue...so good...so fucking good...uh...cum, gonna cum...oh fuck, that's it...yeah...yeah, right there. Ohhhh mommy.... yessss...lick me...eat me you nasty bitch...that's it...oh shit,...fucking bitch... mmmmmmmmmm...yesssssssssssss....."

The obscenities poured out of her, spurring me on. I was nothing but a cunt licker to her...and it was debasing...it inflamed me. I sunk further into my own personal degradation.

Her pussy...so sweet and wet. I purposely turned my head to run my cheeks between her pussy lips....I wanted her pussy smell all over my face. II was out of control...

"Oh fuck Mrs J, I'm gonna cum....ohh mommy...gonna....so close....fuck me...goddamn...oh sweet mommy bitch...I'm gonna... in your mouth....OH GOD...PISS....MRS J...ARGGGGGGGGGhhhhhhhhhhhh."

She erupted, her pelvis thrashing about wildly. I grabbed for her hips, locking my lips firmly to her sweet, succulent mound.

My jaws ached terribly, but I managed to keep my tongue up her pussy...her cream drained into my open mouth. It was so warm, I lapped it up instinctively...like a nurturing mother should. I would have swallowed anything leaking from her...

She locked her thighs tightly around my head...Her hips humping my mouth with an intensity that would not be denied. Her petite, young body fucked my face with total disdain, capturing her pleasure at the expense of my deserving shame.

How sick I was...my own self loathing igniting the sexual forces within me...my own cunt erupting in an avalanche of unbridled pleasure....

"Arrrrrggggggggggggggggggg," I moaned, my ass whipping around on the sofa uncontrollably, my cum juices staining the pillow between my legs.

The pleasure was so intense I became light headed...I thought I was going to pass out......

Rachel continued to moan with each delayed sensation...eventually relaxing as her orgasm ebbed. I continued licking her...slower...slower....the reality of what I had done crashing down on me. I had just committed an unspeakable act, an act I could never take back. I was an unfit mother...

Rachel moved out from under me. I couldn't look at her. I lay on the sofa with my face buried in the cushions. I could feel my life slipping away.

"Wow, Mrs J. That was like so fucking cool.You know what this means, don't you."

I had no idea what she was talking about. I was too wrapped up in my own reprehensible behavior.

This means you're my bitch now," she said in a little girl voice. "It's like so weird, ain't it. I mean how cool...my best friend's mom being my bitch. Do you like being my bitch, Mrs J?"

Moor humiliation. Any dignity I had left, she just took away...and it excited me.

"You have to say it, Mrs J. You have to say you're my bitch."

Please, Rachel...don't do this to me. I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. You have to promise me you won't tell anyone about this. Please, I'm begging you. I couldn't stand it if anyone knew...especially Megan."

"Are you my bitch or not?" There was a hint of anger in her voice.

My pussy began weeping again. She was so forceful with me. I felt compelled to obey.

"Yes..uh...I'm uh...I'll be your bitch," I stuttered. Just please...please don't tell anyone about this."

She smiled at my discomfort. Our relationship had been forever altered. I was no longer her best friend's mother...I was hers...

I glanced at my watch...it was ten minutes till six.

"Oh my god," I cried out. "Megan will be here in ten minutes. Please Rachel, hurry, go upstairs and dress...I have to clean up here.. I'm begging you, please don't say anything to her. I don't want to lose my daughter."

She giggled. "Why Mrs J...you shouldn't keep secrets from your own daughter."

She looked at me playfully. I didn't like it, leaving me hanging like this. My nerves were already raw and ragged from my self induced stress...and the shame I somehow cherished...and deserved.

Megan arrived home a little after six. I tried to make sure everything appeared normal. Normal...Like I knew what that was any more. I had just cleaned my face with a frilly, silk handkerchief so I could preserve the odor of Rachel. I even stored it neatly in an air tight sandwich bag to preserve the aroma! Normal...?

I heard the squeal from Megan's room when she discovered the five pair of thongs spread out on her bed. Realizing the sexual significance of the panties, my heart sunk at her apparent glee.

It was even more depressing, knowing the precarious position I was in. How could I to do anything about her sexual activities I wasn't even supposed to know about it.

I couldn't counsel her...I wasn't any better than the teachers who were abusing her. Even more disheartening, apparently she liked it, For her to stop on her own was probably out of the question.

I could only hope Rachel wouldn't tell Megan about us. If Megan found out it would devastate me...

I didn't feel like cooking so I called for a pizza delivery. I stepped out on the patio for a second to get a breath of fresh air. A cool breeze rushing up under my skirt reminded me I was still wearing sticky, wet panties. I purposely left them on...I loved the sexy feeling they gave me.

My mind was was so conflicted. I didn't understand the sexual evolution I was going through are how to stop it. It certainly was at odds with my normal life and the relationship with my daughter..

I heard the girls coming down the stairs. Both were dressed in their new, skimpy outfits. Megan never bothered to thank me. I thought she would at least be curious why I gave in on the panties. Probably best she didn't ask...I couldn't have explained it adequately anyway.

"Mom, why don't you order us a pizza. We're going to put a movie on...why don't you watch it with us."

"I already ordered a pizza," I answered. "It should be here soon. I think I'm going to run over to visit with Barbara for awhile. I might be late...don't wait up for me."

Rachel looked at me with those pouty lips, acting disappointed that I wouldn't be staying. I shuddered to think what she had in mind. Maybe Megan was in on it also. I didn't know what the hell was going on anymore.

I had to get out of the house...I had to have a conversation with another adult...any kind of sane conversation before I went to pieces.

Just before going out the door, I glanced back at both of them sitting on the couch, giggling. I knew in my heart nothing would ever be the same. Rachel could never keep our secret....I felt doomed.

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The drive to Barbara's house wasn't pleasant. I didn't know what to worry about the most, as every problem I had seemed to tumble over and over in my head.

Pulling into Barb's driveway, I realized I should have called. Dropping in unexpectedly wasn't very polite...but polite wasn't exactly a top priority for me at the moment.

Annie, Barb's daughter answered the door. She used to be Megan's best friend...now about the only thing they had in common was their cheerleading. I hadn't seen her since that day they practiced in the back yard. How could I ever forget that day.

Annie was a cutie...dark auburn hair and green eyes...... She was so quiet though...I often wondered why she became a cheerleader. The white short shorts she was wearing hugged the cutest ass, round and tight. There it was again, another hot flash. Try as I might, I couldn't extinguish it.

I found Barbara in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee. "What's up Barb," I said while helping myself to a cup. "Hope you don't mind me dropping in like this. Megan and Rachel were driving me crazy. I just had to get out of the house for awhile."

"No, I don't mind...it's just...well, I'm not having a very good day either," she said with a terrible sadness in her voice.

"What's wrong, Barb?" I said with as much concern as I could muster. "Anything I can do to help?"

Barbara was a strong woman...never a problem she couldn't handle. When she suddenly burst into tears I knew something was really wrong.

"Did Annie go upstairs after she let you in?" Barb sniffled. "She doesn't need to hear this. She's in enough trouble as it is."

"Yes, she went upstairs," I said. "Now what the hell is wrong?"

At this point I was probably more curious than concerned.

"I've been on the phone all day with the school principal and the police," she said hesitantly. "Something happened to Annie last night after the football game. And I'm not sure it started last night, or last week, or even last year. I can't get a thing out of her. All I know is she participated in something terrible."

A cold chill ran through me. It could only be about one thing...the same thing I overheard Megan and Rachel discussing...sex with their teachers.

"You're going to have to talk to Megan too," she said barely above a whisper. "I think she might have been there when this terrible thing happened. I was going to call you tonight about it. I've been putting it off all day."

"What exactly do you know, Barb? Are you sure...I mean it could be nothing."

"Annie had sex with one of the female teachers last night," Donna moaned. "Do you believe that...a young child being subjected to god knows what...and by a female teacher! It's so disgusting I can hardly stand to think about it."

This was going to be a mess. With all of my problems...now this.

"How did you know all of this, Barb? Did Annie tell you?"

"Oh no...she'd never admit something like this to me. Believe it or not, she wrote about the whole disgusting episode in her diary. In her diary! And then she carelessly left it lying here on the kitchen table. I almost didn't read it...you know, trying to respect her privacy, But I was curious...I was just going to take a quick peek. I've never been so shocked in my life..."

She began sobbing again. I remained quiet, letting her get it out of her system. When she regained her composure I quietly asked; "Who was it Barb? Which teacher was it?"

"Do you remember the las PTA meeting we attended?" she asked. "Remember the teacher you thought looked like that Jennifer Aniston...you know, the actress on the "Friends" TV show. Remember?"

I did remember. In fact, I recall thinking the woman dressed too sexy for a classroom. I didn't think she set a very good example for the girls...dressing so slutty.

"Isn't she married?" I asked.

"Yes...yes she is,"Barb said with bitterness in her voice. "What the hell is a married woman doing something as insane as this. Tell me, what kind of woman would do this with a young girl...a girl with her whole future ahead of her."

I wanted to scream out. "AM I LIVING IN BIZZARRO WORLD?"

In less than ten days, beginning with my innocent masturbation, my life had become inundated with some kind of sexual conspiracy. It wasn't just a misunderstanding between my daughter and me any more. Now it involved my friend, my daughter's friends, and god knows how many teachers. What the hell was happening?

"I'd be curious to know whether Megan knows anything about this," Barb wondered aloud. "I'd like to ask her...but I'd hate to bring it up to her. If she doesn't know anything about it, it would only upset her."

"She never indicated anything to me," I said guardedly. "And Rachel spent the day at our house....she never said anything either."

"Well, it will all come to a head Monday morning," Barb said with a sigh. "With the police involved, I'm sure they'll get to the bottom of it. I don't know what's going to happen to Annie. She won't talk to me about it. I told her though...when the police question her, she better tell the truth. I'm going to see to it this woman goes to jail. She's not going to get away with sexually manipulating my little girl if I have anything to say about it."

Barb was adamant...I couldn't help but wonder what she would think of me if she knew what I had done with Rachel today. I guess she would have me thrown in jail too. I certainly was guilty...

When I arrived home, the girls were up in Megan's room. Standing silently outside her door, I listened for any kind of activity. Hearing nothing, I assumed they were asleep. It was the first sense of relief I felt all day.

In the bathroom, I found Rachel's bright yellow thong panties lying on the counter. I wondered why she would leave them there. Would she be that presumptuous...lay them out for my benefit!

I fondled them...they were sticky. I couldn't resist, placing the crotch over my mouth and nose, inhaling the pungent aroma.

Watching myself in the mirror, I sucked on the cold wet stain. And once again, I fingered myself into sexual oblivion. It seemed every orgasm I experienced the entire week gained intensity. This one almost brought me to my knees.

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The following day, Sunday, Rachel's mother came for her at noon. I debated whether I should invite her in and warn her of the pending investigation at school. I was sure Megan and Rachel weren't aware of it or they surely would have mentioned it. I decided not to say anything...I was too fearful of implicating myself.

Megan and I spent a lazy afternoon not doing much of anything. Well almost nothing. She ran around the house in one of her sexy new outfits while I pretended not to notice. But I did notice, and the new twist on my degradation didn't set well with me. A mother shouldn't be sexually attracted to her own daughter! But I didn't fight it. My shame, it seemed, had no limits.

Consequently, while she napped on the sofa in the middle of the afternoon, I stood upstairs overlooking the living room and masturbated....twice. I had to bite my lip to quell the moans. Cunt juices gushed out of me so profusely, I dripped all over my carpeted floor. I actually got down on hands and knees and licked it up...I had sunk to a new low.

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Barb was right about Monday morning. All hell did break loose at the school. The Principle's secretary called me at nine AM requesting my presense at ten.

I was so frightened I didn't know if I could go through with it. I finally resigned myself to the fact that whatever happened, there was nothing I could do about it.

I actual calmed down by the time I arrived at the Principle's office. I was told I had to be with Megan while the police questioned her. Barb was there...so was Rachel's mother. In fact, all the cheerleader mothers were there.

Megan and I were the first to go in. Mrs Keane, the Principle, directed us to a seat. The questions the police detective asked Megan were pretty routine. In fact, it appeared they didn't know much of what was going on at all.

Their questions concentrated on Annie...did Megan see Annie alone with any particular teacher during the trip. Did she see any teacher talking to Annie or touching her inappropriately.

Megan answered no to everything. They never asked her if she had any sexual involvement with a teacher, or whether she observed any sexual overtures towards any other cheerleaders. Actually, they were pretty piss poor investigators, or at least that was my impression.

When we were finally dismissed, I was feeling a lot better about my situation. I actually thought the sexual relationship Megan had with her cheerleader coach might be over...that it was just an an anomaly, never to be repeated. At the very least, the police interrogation would surely scare her straight...it certainly should frighten the hell out of the coach!

It appeared that Annie and the "Jennifer Aniston" look alike teacher definitely were in trouble. The girl wrote it all down in a diary...how stupid was that.

Arriving home, I waited on pins and needles the remainder of the day. I was anxious for Megan to come home and tell me how everything turned out. I made up my mind, however, I wasn't going to let her know I was aware of her sexual indiscretions with her coach. I was certain it would stop...that the police involvement would scare the hell out of her.

When Megan arrived home she didn't volunteer any information. I had to pull it out of her. I didn't understand her reluctance to talk to me...only this morning at school we were getting along so well!

"Megan, I want to know what happened," I said sternly. "You know Barb's a good friend of mine. And Annie...you've known Annie since the fourth grade. Now talk to me."

"Nothing...nothing happened," she said in a sullen mood. "Annie said she wrote those things in her diary as a fantasy of hers...You know....fiction."

"You mean they believed her....that nothing is going to happen to the teacher!"

"Well...duh, mom. They didn't have...you know...like any kind of real evidence. Just something Annie wrote in a book. That's hardly enough to like ruin a woman's teaching career. Besides, if it really happened, Annie must have enjoyed it. It said so in her diary. So what's the big deal."

"So, after interviewing eight cheerleaders, dragging eight parents down to the school, nothing was going to happen. Unbelievable."

"Well don't be so broke up about it mom. It's not like you're miss goody two shoes yourself."

"What do you mean by that, young lady?" I said trying to sound indignant.

"Whatever you want it to mean mom. I'm going to my room. I have homework to do. And don't make any dinner for me. Rachel and I ate at Mcdonald's on the way home."

I watched her go up the stairs...I wasn't feeling at all sexual...I was grimacing in pain as the knot in my stomach grew tighter. Did Rachel tell on me? Did my daughter now know what a slut I had become? My secret life was killing me....