Damn it Layla

"Damn it Layla!" I seethed while trying to keep my emotions in check.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

It didn't help that I was talking to myself while staring blankly at her words on the screen, words that felt like a knife to the heart. I saw how hard Layla was trying to get her mom to love her by giving in to her mother's advances but knowing that it could all end so badly for my daughter:

Part Two: Desertion

"What the hell Stace?" I jumped out of the car before mom had a chance to even slow down, running over to where my best friend sat on the porch, an over flowing duffle bag sitting beside her. Staci looked up at me and in that moment, I knew something was very wrong. Her reddened eyes flowed with tears, staining her cheeks as she spoke for the first time;

"Dad...tattoo...kicked...out." Staci choked out her words before falling into my arms and sobbing uncontrollably as I held her close, rocking back and forth while trying to comfort her.

"Oh Stace I'm so sorry!" I whined, trying to hold back my own tears.

"What's going on?" My mom wondered as she approached us. "Why are you crying?"

"Staci got a tattoo and her dad found out." I replied for my friend, looking up at mom.

"So? What's wrong with that?"

"Mom, this is James we're talking about. You know, the one with a stick up his ass?" I seethed, not caring about the fact I was putting down Staci's father.

"Oh. Right." Mom responded quietly as the revelation sunk in. "Well let's get you inside and we'll sort this thing out."

Mom lifted the distraught girl by the arm as I took her duffle bag into the house as Staci was still too emotionally wrecked to even think straight. I then guided Staci over to the sofa while mom made us some hot chocolate to try and get the chill out of the poor woman. She brought back three steaming cups, handing one to each of us before settling in beside Staci, throwing her arm around my friend.

"Everything's going to be alright sweetie. Your dad just needs to calm down and think a little bit more rationally." My mom soothed, rubbing Staci's shoulder.

"Yeah, just give him a few days and he'll come around." I added, holding my best friend's head in my chest while she continued to cry. "Then he'll be begging to have you back you'll see."

"I...I don't want to go back." Staci finally spoke, choking back her tears. "I'm so done with him."

"You're just saying that." I responded, trying to put a positive spin on things.

"No seriously. I would rather live on the street than be in that house a second longer than I have to. You don't understand. He treats me like shit. Has for the last year since I turned eighteen. It's like he has a personal vendetta against me or something." Staci's voice spoke with a level of finality I'd never heard from her before.

"But he's your father and even though it may not seem like it deep down I know he really does love you sweetie." My mother appealed, but to no avail.

"Fuck that. He only loves me when I act like his innocent, sweet little daughter and I hate it because I'm my own person but he can't seem to see it!" Staci vociferated, her face turning red with anger before it turned to a saddened yet pleading look.

"Please don't make me go back there. Please. I won't...survive!"

The way her voice shook with uncertainty had me convinced that there was something more than just a father mad at his daughter for marking her own body. Like some underlying reason as to why he would kick her out for something that could be easily covered. But that was her father, quick to judge and I could just imagine the words he used as he let her know that she wasn't welcome there anymore.

"Don't worry Stace, you can stay here...as long as you want." I assured, looking up at my mom who sat back for a moment as if surprised by my offer.

"Uh, yeah, I guess...at least for a few days. But at some point, you have to talk to him." Mom appealed, sounding more put out than caring.

"Thank you, Mrs. Crandell." Staci chimed as her spirits began to lift as she gave my mom a warm hug.

"You're welcome sweetie. But I still want you to at least try and patch things up with your father sooner than later." My mother reminded once more.

"Let's go get you set up in the guest room!" I chirped, pulling Staci towards the stairs as I mouthed a 'thank you' to my mom. She just smiled awkwardly, like she wasn't too happy yet not totally saddened about adding another person to our household.

While it was an adjustment, I loved having Staci stay with us as it meant that we could spend as much time as we wanted together, whether doing homework or just hanging out and talking, among other things.

It also allowed us to explore our new found feelings for each other in different ways, although we had to be careful around my parents, especially my mother as I still hadn't summoned up the courage to let her in on our secret affair. But it also meant that I didn't have a lot of alone time with my mother either, which in some ways was a blessing.

Even though we had done things together that no mother and daughter should have done it still felt to me like she had a hidden agenda. No matter how much I tried I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that she was doing this just for her own selfish reasons.

Not that it stopped her from making advances towards me any chance she had. Like the one morning she cornered me in the kitchen. It was the day that my dad was due to fly back from his business trip overseas and I sensed a kind of urgency from her that I hadn't ever seen before.

"Where's Staci?" She quizzed, padding into the kitchen before coming up behind me, her hands slipping under my shirt towards my breasts.

"Still sleeping I think." I squeaked from her sudden touch. As much as I wanted to pull away, she just held me close, her warm breath on my ear as she spoke.

"So we have time to be a little naughty?"

"Probably not. But that's not going to stop you, is it?" I teased, giving in to her advances easier than I had planned on. It didn't help that Staci and I were starved for alone time with each other as it always seemed like just when we thought we had a spare moment my mom either popped into the room or she was calling out for one of us.

It had frustrated me to the point that I wasn't picky when it came to who I wanted to be touched by. The ache between my legs was pretty much constant these days and my solo masturbation sessions just weren't taking the edge off anymore.

"Not when I have this beautiful little body in my hands..." Mom cooed, biting at my earlobe before I turned around and kissed her, letting my hands fall to her firm, gorgeous ass. Our tongues met fervently, seeking out the warmth in each other's mouth as she pushed me against the counter, making sure that she had captured her prey. It's not like I put up much of a fight as I just needed to get myself off and I was spoiled for choice.

I could feel my mom's hands on my skin as she reached around and unclasped my bra before pulling it and my shirt up over my head, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked me over. I could see the hunger in her eyes and I knew she was just as sex starved as I was which made things even hotter.

Standing back she let her robe fall off her shoulders, showing me that she was totally naked underneath as my eyes raked over her body.

"And you say I'm beautiful...you're fucking gorgeous!" I soothed, licking my lips as my lust grew from seeing my mom's body on full display right in front of me. Pulling each other into another passionate kiss my hands roamed her tender curves, pinching at her nipples that stood out from her breasts, my mom sighing wantonly in my ear from the touch. We made out for the longest time, our arousal heightening with each passing moment as fingers and tongues caressed over heated flesh.

Spinning around so that I had her pinned against the counter I stared deeply into her eyes with a lust I'd never experienced before. Some way, some how the way she kissed, the way she touched me had me wanting her more and more. Wanting me to do things that I'd never done with another woman before, including my best friend.

"Sit up. On the counter." I breathed, watching as my mother quickly did as I asked, spreading her legs as I came between them, kissing her hard on the lips once more. I could feel her fingers in my hair, tugging at it before I pulled away, lowering my head down her body until I was kneeling, my face level with the tender folds of her pussy.

I could smell her womanly aroma and I took a moment to just breathe in her sweet scent which sent my mind into a tailspin. It was so naughty yet it turned me on so much knowing that I was about to get my first real taste of pussy, this time directly from the source.

Looking up at her I stuck out my tongue and lowered it until it made contact with her outer lips, moaning as I tasted my mother for the first time. This was it; my first actual taste of my mom's pussy, the pussy that had given birth to me. I should have been repulsed but instead I was captivated. Captivated by the sight, by the smell, by the tangy taste and soon, by the pleasured sounds that came from my mother's lips.

"Oh fuck princess don't stop..." My mother moaned longingly, placing her hand on top of my head like she was afraid I was going to run away.

"I don't plan to..." I assured, taking another swipe of my tongue along her slit, the taste and scent of her drifting through my senses. I savoured her for a moment, my mind curiously analyzing the difference between her, Staci and my flavor, now that I had tried all three. It was so stupid yet so satisfying to say the least.

My hands went to my mother's thighs, spreading her legs further apart which opened up her moist flower, the sunshiny pink folds glistening with her arousal even more than just a few seconds ago. Once more I closed my eyes and slithered my tongue between her heart-shaped folds, gathering up more juices before I brushed her clit, which sent a shiver through both of us at the exact same time.

"Fuck that feels soooo good!" Mom sighed loudly, throwing her head back against the cupboard. It just encouraged me to continue, worming my tongue through her pussy like I was starving for her taste. In a way though I was. I wanted to please her the way she had satisfied me that day at the spa.

Eventually I settled into a rhythm that seemed to get her moaning and cooing while her body relaxed and tensed with each new sensation. It was turning me on to no end as I could feel my own pussy becoming so moist it was drooling down the insides of my thighs.

As I continued to lavish my mother's pussy with my tongue I couldn't help but reach into my own panties to try and relieve some of the ache between my legs from what I was doing to the woman.

"Oh fuck oh fuck yes princess you're going to make me cum. You're going to make your mommy come on your tongue!" She hissed with an urgency I'd never heard from her before. I started to suck on her clit which only made her squirm on the countertop so hard I was afraid she was going to fall on top of me but she used her hand on my head to steady herself as well as guide my tongue to where she felt it was needed.

By now I had two fingers inside me, fucking myself as my thumb worked over my hyper-sensitive clit, my moans muffled by the pussy that I had latched on to in front of me. That wonderful, warm and wet pussy that I wanted to make cum. My mother's pussy.

Just then I remembered what my mom had done to me with her fingers as I worked two of them into her, fucking her with the same need that I was paying to my own spasming cunt. I was surprised that I could even think about what I was doing as I worked over my clit, my body shuddering as the orgasm built within me.

Curling my fingers that were wedged inside her I worked feverishly to find her G-spot, knowing that it would finally bring my mother over the edge of a glorious climax, mimicking the same motions on my own as we both started panting while our bodies reacted to the wonderful stimulation.

Then her orgasm hit with the force of an atomic bomb.

"Oh fuck yesssss!" My mother wailed, gripping my hair so hard I thought she was going to rip it out by the roots as she came, mouthing all sorts of nasty swear words that echoed off the cabinets. I continued to torture both her G-spot and her clit, milking the most out of her orgasm which made her writhe sweetly on the countertop. It didn't help that her grip on my head meant that my mouth was still firmly attached to her spasming pussy so I continued to lick and suck at her clit before she came again, this time squirting her juices all over my face.

"Holy shit!" I gargled, choking a little as her pussy shot another stream of squirt into my mouth as I began to swallow hard, both from lustful want and from a need to breathe.

Even though she had started to come down from her very wet orgasm my mom still held my hair in her fist which was becoming more and more painful by the second. But it was a different pain that made me work that much harder towards my own orgasm as my fingers were now a blur in my own pussy. Between the pleasure I was deriving from my cunt and the pain from my mother's grip I was soon screaming the virtues of my own wondrous climax.

"Fuck yes mommy I'm cumminggggg!" I squealed so loud I thought for sure that Staci would come running thinking I'd hurt myself. But nothing could be further from the truth as in that moment I felt nothing by the sweet pangs of ecstasy as one of the most powerful self-induced orgasms of my life was tearing through my being.

It was like my body was on fire and as soon as my mom released her hold on my head my knees gave out and I fell back on the floor, my brain awash with the endorphins that surged through it. It was like time and space didn't matter in that moment, an incestuous moment that had been shared between mother and daughter, to be etched in our memories forever.

"Don't tell me that you've never done that before." My mother scolded half-jokingly, a sly smile spreading across her lips as her chest heaved.

"Never." I responded, still breathless from my own climax.

"Could've fooled me."

"Well, I'm full of surprises." I teased, sticking out my tongue childishly.

"We'd better get cleaned up. Y'know, before Staci wakes up."

"Agreed."

With that we set about slipping back into our clothes, straightening up the kitchen a little just as Staci appeared looking a little groggy still.

"Mornin'!" She greeted, stretching out before plopping down at the table. "Smells good, what'cha guys making for breakfast?"

Mom and I looked at each other, both smirking from our secret sexual escapade before she replied.

"Bacon. Oh and pancakes."

"Oh? Smells like something else." Staci wondered, shooting me a knowing smile.

"Probably just something that I burned on the stove." I confirmed, showing a naughty smile of my own. Mom was too busy preparing breakfast to notice our exchange, but I knew that Staci knew. It was way to obvious she was detecting the slight smell of pussy in the air as I could certainly smell my mom on my own breath.

The next few weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas ended up being a blur of final exams and stress, not to mention the relentless teasing and torment that both my mother and Staci were doing to me, like they were in a competition for my affections. Add to the fact that my dad was back home which shrank any window of opportunity to do anything about our arousal to almost nothing and all three of us women were becoming stupid with lust.

My mom would for example, take any and all opportunity to grope and feel me up whenever we were alone, even pulling me into the pantry for a passionate make-out session while my dad walked around the house calling our names. I'm sure he wasn't oblivious to the changes he was seeing in both my mother and I but if he did, he didn't say anything.

Then there was the fact that Staci was living with us now. She had tried to reconcile things with her father but he wasn't having it, telling her that her spur of the moment decision to get a tattoo went against everything that he had taught her growing up. While it didn't surprise me in the least, his attitude meant that Staci was now going to be living with us for the foreseeable future.

This led to some disagreements between my mom and dad. Mom really hadn't warmed to the idea of having Staci around for some reason and it showed at times as she would say things or do things to see if it would piss Staci off. Luckily my best friend had known what my mom was like having grown up around her so she knew where it was coming from.

Dad on the other hand loved having Staci around. He called her his 'daughter from another mother' a lot and the two of them would laugh and joke around to the point that I almost felt jealous as it meant that he wasn't showering his own 'daddy's girl' with as much love and affection as I would have liked.

But I wasn't mad at Staci as I knew she was going through a lot and that she loved the attention that my father was giving her in place of her own. I knew that's what Staci was yearning for more than anything else, the love and attention of a parent or parental figure in this case who actually listened and gave a damn. I still had my own special moments with my dad so all was not a complete loss. If anything it strengthened our bond as I was kind of learning what life would have been like with another sibling around.

As the last week of school before the Christmas break was wrapping up the tension in the house was palpable. Dad had to fly back overseas because the acquisition his company was working on had hit a considerable snag and they needed him there to help iron out the details. He promised mom he would be back for Christmas but as the days went by, we found out that he probably wouldn't be home in time, which meant another holiday spent without him around.

Mom was slightly annoyed at this development at first but she came around eventually, no doubt in part to having more opportunity to flirt and tease me, which I gave back to her in spades. Sometimes it would lead to quick sessions in the shower when I least expected it and other times it would mean hands hidden under blankets, caressing each other's most intimate areas as we watched a movie with Staci nearby. It was kind of hot knowing that Staci knew about us because she would flash me the naughtiest of smiles, all while my mother thought we were being discreet and secretive.

Then there was Staci, the daredevil who never passed up an opportunity to mash her lips into mine, sometimes lovingly, other times out of some sort of pent-up sexual frustration that she needed to satisfy. Yet as much as we tried, between school, finals, and my mom constantly checking up on us we never really had the opportunity to explore each other's desires any further.

It was frustrating to say the least as with my mom, Staci knew and had accepted the fact that we were fooling around. But I still couldn't muster up the courage to tell my mom about what Staci and I were doing, no matter how much I wanted to. I explained to Staci that it was totally out of the fear of mom running away again which was a hundred percent the truth. We had just built this somewhat stable relationship and I didn't want to jeopardize that in the least.

That didn't stop Staci from continuing to tease and torment me relentlessly, if for nothing else than to get some sort of sadistic satisfaction from watching me squirm in front of my mother. At times it was harmless, like pinching my ass when we hugged but other times it was blatantly obvious she was trying to get me to crack, like wearing her smallest pair of shorts without panties while 'accidentally' flashing me from across the room as we all watched a movie. It was definitely getting me worked up in ways I never thought possible and it was all I could do not to jump her right then and there.