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book from side to side. Sibble had invited her girlfriend over
for a little gin and tickle. Her daughter, Tabatha, was gone to
the mall for at least 3 to 6 hours, leaving the house free and
empty.
    "Hold it still," Mandy growled. She slammed the gin bottle
down on the table and grabbed Sibble's hand, holding the book
still.
    "Hell, I've done that before," Mandy said in disgust, taking
another drink from the bottle.
    "The hell you have, you never," Sibble shook her head,
causing it to spin slightly in a sickening fashion.
    "I did. It was with Mark Paterson back in '89. He did me
like that at his father's farm. They have this big thing on a
rope that puts hay up in the mow," Mandy said, now getting into
the story. "He filled the hooks with feed bags and set me right
down in the middle then started turning it until..." she paused
as the door handle rattled.
    "I thought you said Tabby Cat was gone for the day?" Mandy
hissed. She slid off the chair and looked around. There was
nowhere to go before the door opened.
    "She was supposed to be," Sibble said in terror. "Uh... hide
under the table. When she goes upstairs you can go home and I
can get sober," Sibble said as she scrambled under the table.
She pulled the tablecloth down to help cover them from view.
After a brief recovery period in the local institution, Sibble
had promised to stop drinking. If Tabby caught her with the
gin...
    Mandy squeezed under the table with a giggle. "What if she
doesn't go upstairs?" she suddenly asked.
    "Then I'll ground her," Sibble said and they both broke out
in giggles. Sibble hushed Mandy when the door opened. As Sibble
ducked down to see, she saw Tabby wearing her headphones. She
was listening to CD's so she couldn't have heard them giggle,
Tabby liked to keep it turned way up.
    Tabby's eyes went to the gin bottle and magazine on the table
as she started for the stairs. Rather than going up the stairs
she suddenly detoured and headed for the table. Sibble watched
the bare knees and white socks in horror, waiting for Tabby to
bend down and look under the table. Instead, Mandy bent down to
stare under Tabby's skirt. Sibble hit her in the middle of the
back, eliciting a loud hiss. They both stared at Tabby's knees
in horror until Tabby suddenly sighed and sat in the chair just
vacated by Mandy. Tabby slid back and forth, then felt the chair
bottom. She obviously knew it was recently vacated and still
warm.
    "Oh mother," Tabby mumbled. In a moment they heard the pages
of the magazine turning. Mandy bent down and looked under
Tabby's skirt. Sibble hit her in the back again. Mandy spun her
head around and glared.
    "If you hit me one more time, bitch, I'll rip your fucking
head off. Tabby Cat might be your daughter, but she's just a
delicious young woman to me. Got that?" Mandy continued to
glare. Sibble finally relented when she realized that Mandy was
right. She also realized that Mandy was much stronger and a hell
of a lot meaner than her. She did not want to get Mandy pissed
off. Tabby had been living on her own for over a year, it was
not like she was really a baby any more, even though she would
always be HER baby. Tabby Cat was the nickname that both Sibble
and Mandy had used for Tabby for as long as she could remember.
    "Look at that," Mandy whispered, suddenly in a good mood
again, "look at all that creamy white skin and cotton panties,
for heaven's sake. Can you believe that? White cotton panties.
You just can't get any more innocent than that."
    "You've known Tabby since she was in diapers," Sibble moaned.
    "Well she's not in diapers any more," Mandy said with relish.
    "Mom you tramp," Tabby suddenly said to herself, unaware of
the conversation taking place at her knees. They heard the clunk
of the bottle being placed on the table.
    "Hey, she's not supposed..." Mandy slapped her hand over
Sibble's mouth when Tabby suddenly froze with a gasp. She sat
listening for several moments, then began turning pages again.
    "But she's..." Mandy silenced Sibble with a passionate kiss
on the lips. When Sibble stared to speak again, Mandy kissed her
again. Sibble began exploring Mandy's body with her hands.
Mandy gave her several more quick kisses then turned to stare at
Tabby. To Sibble's intense horror, and Mandy's enjoyment, they
saw Tabby rubbing her legs together as the smut book started
turning her on. Mandy giggled and Sibble bit her lightly on the
shoulder. They sat transfixed, watching Tabby move uncomfortably
in the chair. To Sibble's absolute horror, Tabby predictably
spread her legs and slid her hand into her lap. In a moment her
finger sought her tender little pussy and she began rubbing
herself.
    "She smells like peaches and cream?" Mandy said with sniff
and a grin
    "Oh, she does not, she smells just like us," Sibble said,
both horrified and mystified at the same time. She was hoping
that Tabby would simply quit and rub herself off upstairs, but it
was not to happen. Sibble quickly averted her eyes when Tabby
slowly slid the crotch of her panties aside and slid her finger
into her pink folds of womanhood. The liquid sounds of a finger
working in pussy flesh was distinctive and highly erotic.
Although Sibble tried not to look her eyes were constantly being
drawn back to the wonderful, horrifying scene. Then to her added
horror, Mandy began inching closer to Tabby's pussy. Sibble put
a hand on Mandy's shoulder, but Mandy shook it off. In a moment
Mandy's hand touched Tabby's knee.
    "What in the hell?" Tabby gasped and looked under the table.
She could see Mandy, but not Sibble thankfully. Mandy seemed to
be shaken out of a daze, she was suddenly embarrassed.
    "Mrs. Henderson, what in the hell are you doing?" Tabby
demanded. "And why are you doing it under my table?"
    "Uh... your mom said to wait here," Mandy said, realizing
that Tabby had not seen Sibble. "We were playing a game."
    "But what are you doing now?" Tabby demanded.
    "You were hot and I wanted to help," Mandy said lamely.
    "Help? Help how?" Tabby asked thoughtfully.
    "Like this," Mandy said and leaned forward to kiss the inside
of Tabby's knee. "And this," Mandy moved forward and kissed her
absolutely smooth inner thigh. It was like kissing butter.
Mandy had not felt anything so smooth in years, not since her
first gym class experience in high school.
    "And this," Mandy kissed the opposite inner thigh gently
until they heard Tabby's distinctive hiss of pleasure.
    "Oh, ok," Tabby said lamely, barely audible. She dropped the
table cloth back into place. They heard the sound of Tabby
drinking out of the bottle again. Sibble gritted her teeth.
Mandy pressed her lips against the smooth perfection of Tabby's
inner thigh and sucked gently, tasting the delicious flavor of
young flesh. She sighed in absolute pleasure and slid slightly
closer to her goal. Tabby gave a loud shuddering gasp and opened
her legs more, obviously inviting Mandy in.
    Sibble tried to close her eyes, but the drama unfolding
before her demanded that she watch. She may never get another
opportunity.
    Mandy groaned and suddenly slid forward, pressing her open
mouth against Tabby's wet flesh. Tabby squealed and slid a hand
under the table to hold Mandy's head close. When the hand
disappeared Sibble slid up behind Mandy and kissed the back of
her neck, then slid both hands around to play with Mandy's ample
breasts.
    Since Mandy was sitting on her feet, each foot protruded from
behind her ass. Sibble slid forward until her crotch was pressed
tightly against Mandy's slightly angled right foot. She slowly
rubbed herself against Mandy's foot while her right hand slid
down Mandy's body and into her crotch. Mandy moaned into Tabby's
sweet little pussy. She was sucking the sweet nectar from
Tabby's crotch as Sibble's hand hiked up Mandy's dress and slid
into her panties. In seconds Sibble's practiced hand found
Mandy's clit and began rubbing it.
    "Oh yes," Mandy hissed with her face temporarily resting
against Tabby's sweet pussy. Sibble stopped for a moment and
repositioned Mandy's foot so she could easily rub against it,
then began massaging Mandy's clit as she rode with Mandy's heel
pressed into her own pussy.
    Mandy suddenly turned her face and pressed her sucking lips
against Tabby's wet little peach. She sucked briefly then slid
her tongue into the sweet young teen's womanly folds. Her tongue
lashed around inside the young woman, causing her to bounce on
the chair in time with the lashing tongue. Mandy grabbed Tabby's
slender legs and put one on each shoulder, making it easier to
get at her tender pussy. She rubbed her hands on each silky
smooth leg while exploring the young woman's loins with her eager
tongue. Her tongue repeatedly snaked into Tabby's pussy, lashed
up, then withdrew. Mandy felt like a dog lapping milk out of a
bowl. But this bowl was the most erotic bowl on Earth.
    Sibble looked at the slender little leg just an inch before
her eyes, while she leaned against the back of Mandy's head and
rubbed Mandy's wet pussy with a forceful, practiced finger.
Impulsively, she quickly leaned forward and kissed the inside of
Tabby's knee. She would not go any further with her daughter,
but she suddenly needed the contact. Tabby's skin was soft and
hot against her lips. Sibble smiled and kissed the exposed area
at the back of Mandy's neck, while rubbing Mandy's wet mushy
pussy.
    Sibble suddenly switched hands and licked her fingers clean.
She was getting hotter and hotter, watching Mandy's hungry mouth
suck her daughter's vagina. Sibble wished that Mandy had a
daughter so she could sample her pussy, but unfortunately, Mandy
was too much of a dike to ever get married. Lucky for Sibble.
Sibble liked getting her pussy eaten on a daily basis, and Mandy
was the only volunteer around most of the time. In fact, Mandy
had been eating her pussy for over ten years. Now she was eating
her daughter's as well. Somehow it seemed appropriate.
    "You are such a slut," Sibble whispered to Mandy, who's eyes
crinkled in humor.
    Mandy removed her tongue from Tabby's vagina so she could
catch her breath, while her agile tongue tortured Tabby's
sensitive outer flesh. Tabby moaned and grabbed the edge of the
table. Her hips were rocking, mashing her sweet young pussy into
the older woman's hot mouth. Mandy's tongue slid into the folds
of skin and found Tabby's little clit. It battered it savagely,
causing Tabby to jolt on the chair. Electric shocks from Mandy's
brutal tongue caused her to dance like a rag doll, helpless to
stop the exquisite torture.
    Sibble was mesmerized by the sight of Mandy's long, red
tongue sliding through her daughter's velvety folds of wet mush.
It was SO erotic. Sibble wanted more than the soft heel pressed
against her steaming pussy, but she would have to wait until
Mandy finished Tabby.
    "Eat me, Mandy," Sibble heard her daughters words echo her
own so many days before. She should feel jealous, but she
couldn't.
    "Lick me, drink me," Tabby hissed with her face pressed
against the back of the chair. She was sitting with her perfect
ass on the front of the hard wooden chair. Her feet and legs
were still thrown over Mandy's shoulders.
    Mandy wanted to get at Tabby's sweet little cherry ass, but
that was impossible in such a position. She hoped she could do
it later, if Tabby ever spoke to her again.
    "I love it," Tabby gasped between harsh breaths, "suck me
dry, Mandy."
    Tabby's words were getting Mandy even more turned on, if
anything could. The simple sight of the virginal little pussy,
the light brown tuft of hair, and the sweet cherry ass were as
much turn-on as she could take, for the moment. It was more than
she had ever dreamed of.
    It was more than... "Oh shit, I'm coming," Mandy gasped into
Tabby's wet pussy. Mandy pressed her puckered lips against
Tabby's vulva and sucked her hot little hole, then slid her
tongue up inside of Tabby's tight pussy. She began a slow rhythm
as she slid her tongue up and out, slowly tongue fucking Tabby to
an orgasm. She was careful to stay away from the stiff little
clit because she wanted Tabby's orgasm to be the strongest
possible. Rapidly tongue fucking the little teen made her hotter
and hotter, even as her orgasm built to a climax.
    With a little squeal, Tabby threw her legs tightly together
around Mandy's head and rode it while the horrible, wonderful
orgasm tore her loins apart.
    Sibble lifted Tabby's skirt so she could see Mandy being
abused by her daughters hot release. Mandy gasped for air, but
managed to keep eating Tabby until Tabby finally threw her legs
wide and begged Mandy to stop.
    Mandy lay gasping against Tabby's right leg. Her face was
totally covered with Tabby's juice.
    Everyone seemed entirely sated and happy, except for Sibble
who was busily rubbing herself against Mandy's foot.
    "Oh Sib, you can never get yourself off like that," Mandy
said, turning with a moan, pushing Sibble back, and leaning
forward until she placed her face near Sibble's crotch. She
pulled Sibble's dress up and slid her black lace panties aside.
    "Mother?" Tabby asked, suddenly bending under the table to
see.
    "High Tabby Cat," Sibble said lamely.
    "Oh this is so... strange," Tabby finally said with a giggle.
Tabby slid out of the chair and laid by the table to watch Mandy
eat her mother. At first Tabby was as interested in seeing her
mother's pussy as Sibble had been of hers. Both were pretty
secretive and dressed in private. This was the first good look
at her mother's pussy that Tabby had ever had.
    Without hesitation, Mandy threw her face forward and clamped
onto Sibble's pussy with her sucking lips. For a moment it
sounded like somebody trying to drink a milkshake through a
straw. Sibble stiffened and pressed Mandy's head into her
crotch.
    "I hate you when you do that?" Sibble lied with a gasp. The
vibration was sending electricity clear up to the roots of her
hair. Mandy knew she loved it, although it was sometimes hard to
do.
    "Wow, what a feast," Mandy said dramatically, wiping her
mouth with the back of her hand, then spoiling the moment by
spitting out a hair.
    "Hair," she explained to Tabby briefly with a smile, then
slid her mouth against Sibble's pussy again. Her agile tongue
slid through Mandy's hot folds, while her daughter looked on with
interest.
    "Do you do this kind of thing often?" Tabby asked.
    "Tabby, please!" Sibble gasped. The hot mouth working
between her legs was heating her up considerably. She would come
in no time if her daughter quit asking stupid questions.
    Sibble lay with her head thrown back enjoying the feeling of
the warm mouth in her crotch, the snaking tongue slithering in
and out of her pussy, and the warm cheeks pressed against her
inner thighs. There was no better feeling in the world, even
though she liked a long stiff dick splitting her ass once in a
while. A woman's mouth was still the best way to please another
woman.
    Sibble began grunting and rocking, her pussy slammed into
Mandy's abused face as her orgasm built and exploded with
terrible force. She came and came, nearly twisting Mandy's
pretty face off with her strong legs, before she fell back
totally exhausted.
    "You sure came big," Tabby said enthusiastically.
    "You're quite a turn-on, daughter."
    "I guess so. So, can we do it again?" Tabby asked brightly.
Sibble and Mandy exchanged disbelieving looks and Sibble fell
back on the tile floor with a groan.