QUIET! Ch. 02

Note: This story contains references to BDSM, incest, and not-completely-consensual sexual submission. The story also includes several character's growing interest in lesbian sex. All characters are at least 18 years of age. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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HOT

I hate my mama.

I know, I know. Every girl has that thought at least once as a teenager.

But it's been years and I still feel the same way.

At first, I thought it was because she was too strict-her wholesome southern charm masking a true taskmistress. Now she's indifferent, and honestly, I hate her indifference more.

As I started my senior year in the August heat of Kingsland, I finally puzzled it out: It's how she treats daddy. She's a taskmistress and indifferent with him. Always taking what she needs and not caring about him.

Daddy's been a maintenance technician for a hospital over in Brunswick since I can remember. With his long hours and demanding job, you'd think mama could at least feign a pleasantry when he gets home from work. It's the least she could do after spending her day sluggishly sipping sweet tea.

But I suppose that's too much to ask.

Seems to be the thing around here. We all live in our little bungalows growing up with traditions that most areas of Georgia moved on from years ago.

Before you go getting the wrong idea, it's the tradition of how a family functions that I'm talking about. Straight out of Mad Men without the glamour of New York City. But with that special southern characteristic-women really do run everything around here.

I didn't like it one bit.

In school, they teach us about equality and then I come home to...this. Every day.

It kinda messes with your head.

But I was determined to change it. To leave our home a better place, at least for daddy, before I went off to college.

LABOR DAY

"Hi daddy, how was your day?"

"Good, sweetie. How was your day?"

Daddy looked really tired which was no way for a man in his 30s to look.

"Is your mama home, I need to go fix our truck after supper?"

"She's over at the neighbors. I made you dinner."

"Thank you."

This was nothing special since I had been cooking dinner for the last four or five years. But now, I had a plan to change our circumstances, and making dinner was part of it.

"Here's your favorite crawfish jambalaya."

"Thank you! Is this a special day?"

"Only the best for you, daddy."

"I appreciate it."

"We had a test today in biology." I was determined to keep up the banter between us so he wouldn't become depressed that mama wasn't around.

"Already? You just started back to school a few weeks ago."

"Our teachers are really working us hard to get us ready for college, just like last year. This was human anatomy."

"I don't even want to know."

"Oh daddy, it's muscles and bones, not sex ed," I teased.

After sitting down at our little table, daddy paused. "I really don't want to think about you going away to college."

"Let's not think about it. We have the whole year and who knows, I may end up nearby."

"Whatever you think is best."

See what I mean. Women run our families.

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It was late when daddy finished the truck and mama was just getting home.

"Jessica? Jess?! Where's supper?"

"It was three hours ago, mama."

"Don't you take that tone with me! Warm me up a plate of what you made for your daddy."

I didn't feel like having another argument with mama, so I just did as she asked.

Besides, the faster I got it done, the sooner I could be snuggling with daddy while we watched the TV together. This had been our family routine for years. Have dinner, do chores, and then watch TV together. Mama in her favorite chair and daddy and I snuggling together on the couch under one of grandma's afghans.

I know what you're thinking. It's 90 degrees outside and we're under an afghan. Mama liked the house cold and daddy didn't argue. I asked her "why" once but she just told me to mind my own business.

As the show wore on, I started messaging daddy's shoulder.

"You don't have to do that baby girl." He moved just a bit away from me.

"You said you were sore from work; I'm just trying to help."

Mama gave us a quick glance and announced that it was time to go to bed.

Which meant it was time for daddy to join her in bed. She needed to take some more from him.

CREEPING

Like all daughters, I had always been curious about their lovemaking since I discovered what that actually meant. Since then, I made it a point to creep on mama and daddy as much as possible. Tonight was no different from the last few weeks when I had started videoing them.

Despite my feelings toward mama, it was beautiful watching her not-quite southern girl-next-door looks transform into a hot woman who took whatever she needed. It was quite violent and she was very verbal about everything, not caring that every sound carried through the thin walls of our small home. Meanwhile, daddy said nothing as she loudly rode him to her multiple climaxes.

Comparing the videos with my girlfriends, who were doing the same thing, had become part of our collective education at lunchtime. I was thankful, because until I saw their videos, I had no idea that there were other positions besides what I learned was called "cowgirl." That's apparently the only thing mama wanted and she didn't care if that worked out for daddy. On most nights, my girlfriends agreed that it didn't seem to work out for him.

"See how he goes into the bathroom?" Chrissy asked.

"Yes."

"He's done that on almost every video you've shown us. He's going in there to finish himself off."

Although we had grown up together in our small town, Chrissy always seemed to know a lot more than me. More than all of us, really.

"To masturbate?" I was embarrassed to ask but also curious.

"Yes!" Your mom is doing nothing for him.

More of my plan clicked into place in my mind.

"Ooohh. You look just like your mama!" Chrissy exclaimed after watching my latest video over again.

"Thanks. I think..."

"...she's so beautiful. I meant it as a compliment Jess!"

Since I had started hating mama, I prided myself on being the nice girl in our home, but I did feel a bit of darkness creep in after Chrissy's compliment.

"Will you go shopping with me after school, Chrissy?"

"Yes! Wait, is it because I have a car?" she pouted.

"Of course not, I want your opinion on a dress I want to buy." Chrissy's experience also extended to her fashion sense. And she also had a car.

After school, Chrissy drove us to Meo's Suite in St. Simmons. It didn't take me long to find the dress. It was an Olivaceous slit square-neck tank dress. In black. A lot to say, but I loved the way it hugged my breasts and my hips. It was nice and short with a slit up the left side and zipper in the back.

Chrissy said it made me look like I was in my 20s.

Perfect!

We left and drove to the South Dunes Picnic Area on Jekyll Island, our usual after-school spot. It's there that we "practiced."

When Chrissy first got her car a few years ago we had thoroughly explored Jekyll Island enjoying the ocean waves crashing against the beach as we roamed the island to find the perfect spot. Practice was what we did to learn what we needed to know about boys. It started out as kissing which was how we quickly discovered that we preferred girls over boys.

"Lying on the isolated beach with our dresses undone, Chrissy leaned over and whispered: you're going to fuck your daddy, aren't you?"

I was shocked. "Wha? What are you talking about?"

"I saw your eyes when we replayed the video on your phone. He's huge and your mama knows it."

I was still shocked as Chrissy leaned over and kissed me on my lips. Mostly, because that's exactly what I was going to do as part of my plan to take daddy away from my mama.

Again, I felt that dark thrill and wondered if I was making a mistake. These thoughts, this plan, was something I imagined my mama would think of. I was trying to be good-had been good my whole life.

"It's just the two of us," I whispered back to her. "You and me."

"Don't lie to me," she smirked. "Besides, I'll help you."

"How?"

"Someone needs to keep your mama at our home late into the night."

"She just likes to be over there away from daddy and me unless she needs something."

"Oh, is that what you think is going on." Another smirk.

"Tell me everything, Chrissy!"

SEDUCED

"Who do you think I learned sex from?" Chrissy asked me.

"Video? Wait, you said 'who'"?

"Exactly."

"Oh my, is my mama...did she make you do something..."

"...hush. I seduced your mama."

"Is that why you said I look like her?"

"Jess, you do look like Amanda."

It was strange hearing my girlfriend call my mama by her first name.

"But before I seduced you, I had to learn about sex. Not from videos, but how to do it in real life."

"Wait, you didn't seduce me. We just started messing around, and then..."

"That's exactly what I wanted you to think. Because deep down, you are the girl next door. Unlike your mama."

"Chrissy, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Did you ever find out why your mama likes your house so cold when it's so hot outside?"

"No."

"She's not from Georgia."

"She's born and raised here," I replied.

"Berlin."

"What?"

"Not what. Where. Your mama is from Berlin. Germany."

"Tell me more, Chrissy!"

"I'll tell you more after you tell me about your plan for your daddy."

"I just want him to be happy."

"You want him to be yours."

We both started giggling but in the back of my mind was that dark feeling. It kind of made me feel good.

"Remember our psychology class last year?"

"Yes."

"I want my daddy to associate frustration and unhappiness with my mama."

Chrissy smirked. "I think your mama took care of that years ago."

"And I want daddy to associate pleasure and happiness with me."

"Thanks for telling me the obvious, Jess. What's your actual plan?"

"Like you said, fuck my daddy."

"That's not a plan! You have to seduce him. That's going to be difficult."

"Why?"

"Because he doesn't think about you in the way that you want him to. You're his daughter."

I was getting a little angry.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It doesn't matter that we're both adults. He's always going to think of you as his little girl."

"Ok, you're so smart. How did you seduce my mama?"

"First of all, it took me two months. I just started off slowly with Amanda. Your mama."

"How?"

"When Amanda came over to see my mama, I made sure that I was there at least a half-hour alone with her."

"How did you..."

"Hush, let me finish, Jess. This is important."

"I asked my mama to stop at a store to buy us food every day on her way home from work. To show my appreciation to my mama for shopping for us, I made her dinner every night."

"I make my daddy dinner."

"That's a good start."

"Then while my mama was shopping I'd make your mama sweet tea and sit with her while we both waited for my mama to get home. Amanda got used to being with me alone."

"My daddy is used to being with me alone..."

"Are you going to let me finish, Jess?" Chrissy leaned over on our beach towel and gave me a kiss, lingering just long enough to run the tip of her tongue along the inside of my lips. As usual, she took my breath away. I wanted more.

"My shopping lists for my mama got longer so it took her longer to get home. It gave me more time to be with your mama. So I asked Amanda questions to make her feel important."

"What kind of questions?"

"Innocent ones at first. 'Where did she get her beautiful dress?' 'Was she wearing Dylan Blue?' 'Did she have any plans for traveling? What's her favorite book?'"

"I spent a lot of time Googling fashion when I realized that fashion was important to her."

"My mama doesn't care about fashion."

Chrissy just smiled.

"This is the important part: Each time I asked Amanda a question, it was more and more specific. I was demonstrating to her that I cared. Your mama just went on and on about fashion. The more she talked with me, the closer I moved toward her. By the third week, I was stroking your mama's long brown hair as she entertained me with her amazing fashion sense and quotes from her favorite books."

"I barely knew my mama read."

"Mein Herz wird dir folgen."

"What?"

"My heart will follow you. It's her favorite book by author Ella Wünsche."

"Who?"

"She's a German author who writes romance novels."

"My mama reads romance novels?" I was getting confused.

"She reads German romance novels written in German."

Now I was really confused.

"Why...how..."

"...Jess, my point is that by finding out what your mama loves and researching her favorite topics, just like we do when we write papers for school, I made her comfortable. That's what allowed me to lead her down my path of seduction."

"How can you go from talking about fashion and weird books to sex with my mama?" I wasn't buying Chrissy's story.

"Compliments. Making her comfortable. Taking care of her. Showing intense interest in her. What do you think any relationship is built upon, Jess?"

"But that's a big jump to, to sex!"

Chrissy snuggled up to me and started stroking my hair, just like I love. She knew I was struggling with her story but feeling her warmth next to me made me feel better.

"Jess, you look beautiful. I'm going to kiss you and make you feel better."

I wanted that...until I froze.

"You, you..."

Chrissy pulled back a little bit and just stared at me with a smirk on her face.

"You used those same words...did the same things to me!"

Chrissy said nothing.

"You manipulated me!"

"Jess, I seduced you. Did you enjoy it?"

I was in complete shock. All the while, Chrissy was giving me her look that let me know she was going to go down on me.

"Think about it, Jess. I've just demonstrated to you how I seduced both you and your mama. Meanwhile, you think, I'm going to have...desert."

With that, she quickly moved down and clamped her lips over my pussy. Darting her tongue in and out of me as fast as she could. This wasn't going to be the usual soft and sensual Chrissy. I was going to be on the receiving end of the very dominant Chrissy. The one who only came out every once in a while.

Chrissy positioned herself between my bent legs and kept her tongue going. Every so often she swirled her tongue around my lips.

I was begging her to suck on my clit the whole time and she let me have it. First spreading my legs a little bit further apart and then draping them over her shoulders so she could really get right up into me. The first time I felt her lips wrap around my clit and her tongue start to work on the very tip, I knew I was going to climax.

"Oh, oh. Ohhhhh! God don't stop! Chrissy, I'm climaxing!"

My hips bucked and twitched for what seemed like an hour before I started to come down.

With the same smirk, Chrissy elegantly dragged the back of her hand across her mouth where I had gushed all over her.

"Delicious."

DADDY

Curled up with daddy on the couch, I glanced over at mama and wondered what she was really thinking while we all watched TV.

It had been three weeks since I had started seducing him the way Chrissy had taught me.

Daddy had confessed everything from his worries of me leaving home for college to his love for music by The Ghost of a Saber Tooth Tiger. I had never known that he loved music, let alone that he loved dark French and British music.

All the while, I had started touching him, at first just running my fingers through his hair as he told me about music. Mama didn't seem to be listening to anything he said despite the fact he was talking over whatever was on the TV. Her mind seemed to be elsewhere.

As daddy lead me deeper into his love of music I researched everything he told me and started making suggestions of my own.

--

It was a Tuesday night and I had just finished cleaning up the kitchen.

Mama was still over at Chrissy's house. She seemed to be spending more and more time there...

"Daddy, do you love PJ Harvey as much as I do?" I was curled up next to him under our afghan with something playing on the TV.

"She's amazing. To this day I especially love 'Down by the water.'"

I was gently stroking his legs when I felt him stiffen.

"You mean her song about a mama drowning her daughter?" I casually asked.

"I didn't mean it literally baby girl, I just love the music..."

"Do you think mama wants to do that to me?"

"What do you mean?"

He seemed alarmed.

"You know, take me down to a secluded place on the beach and drown me?"

I was feeling dark and it felt good.

"Of course not! Why would you even think that?! Baby girl, I'd..."

I put my head on daddy's shoulder and started whispering in his ear "Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water. Come back here, man, gimme my daughter."

Daddy was saying everything about how he'd protect me and no one would ever harm me.

"I know that you'll take care of me, daddy. Just like I'll take care of you."

I was slowly moving my hand up daddy's leg toward his shorts.

"What do you mean baby girl?"

"You need a good girl daddy, someone who will take care of you like you need."

He looked at me confused.

"I'll take care of you. Down by the water."

My right hand was slowly moving up the leg of his shorts.

"I already have someone."

"I know daddy. One is all you need."

My right hand had reached his ball sack and I slowly started to play with them.

"I heard her holler. I heard her moan. My lovely daughter. I took her home." I whispered more lyrics in my daddy's ear as I brought my left hand onto his cock.

"Baby girl, this ain't right."

"That blue-eyed girl. Became blue-eyed whore. Down by the water. I took her hand. Just like my daughter." I kept on whisper-singing to daddy.

With my left hand firmly wrapped around my daddy's hard cock, I slowly pulled his cock skin down as far as it would go.

With the back of my left hand now touching the top of my right hand, my left hand started to move daddy's cock skin back all the way up.

After a brief pause, I started over again.

"Baby girl, please, this ain't right, you..."

"Daddy, kiss me."

I brought my full lips up to daddy and kissed him ever so lightly on his lips. Just for a brief second, I felt the tip of his tongue reach out to brush by lips and I knew I had him.

My right hand gently released his ball sack and I pulled his shorts down to give me better access to his cock.

With his shorts around his ankles, I pulled the afghan back up to cover everything for when mama came home.

With my left hand gripping daddy's cock near the base and my right hand just under the head, I slowly moved my hands up and down his cock.

Daddy tried once more to resist, but we both knew that he needed what I was giving him.

I kept kissing daddy lightly on his lips. His tongue started to probe. A quick dart to see what would happen. Each time I'd open my lips a little bit until his tongue entered my mouth. Then I sucked his tongue into my mouth.

Daddy started to relax so I picked up the pace of my hands stroking his cock just as mama opened the door.

Quickly moving my head back to rest on his shoulder, a position that would seem perfectly normal to mama, I stopped moving my hands and instead inched my right thumb up so I could make circles on the underside of his cock head.

"Hi honey, how was your visit to the neighbors?"

Daddy's question seemed a little rushed but for once, mama seemed content. She walked over to her favorite chair and sat down to watch TV with us.