Janet Abruzzi had been divorced for 10 years. Her marriage had been stormy at
best, but when her husband, George, had gotten wind of an affair Janet was
having with his business partner's wife he became livid with jealousy and anger
and set about to gather proof with an aim to dumping her and getting custody of
the children. Janet had always been a little too wild for his tastes anyway, and
now seemed like a good time to make the split he felt was in his and the
children's best interests. George's religious fervor led him to believe that
Janet was evil and a bad influence on the children. At one point George got the
opportunity through subterfuge and actually walked in on his wife and her
girlfriend while they were sexually engaged and at that point demanded an
immediate divorce. Following a bloody court battle during which George won
custody of the children, but which allowed his wife visitation rights, Janet
moved from Chicago to a small suburb of Los Angeles and got a good job selling
real estate. There she started a new life and became active in a number of civic
activities in addition to her successful business ventures. Although she never
again married she did continue a number of relationships with both men and
women. During this period the three children, two girls and two boys, all
finished school and left home. Karen Lubanski, Janet's younger daughter was now
married and living with her husband, Harold, in Chicago. It had been more than 3
years since Janet and Karen had seen one another although she talked on the
phone almost every week with Karen as she did with the other three children.
Karen's husband was in the service and had just been shipped overseas for his
third six-month tour of duty. That wouldn't have been a problem except that
Karen had just had her first baby 3 months previously. Sensing this could cause
some problems, Karen's husband suggested they invite her mother to come stay
with her while he was away. That's how this all began. Karen was 12 years old
when her parents divorced and she continued to live with her father who was
granted custody. Her father was a strict catholic and continued Karen's
upbringing in this manner sending her to parochial schools. It wasn't until she
was 16 and almost graduated from high school that Karen was even allowed out on
a date. As such, sex with boys was not a major activity in her life. On the
other hand, however, she had discovered the solitary vice at the age of 14 and
engaged in that practice on a regular basis. It was a sort of skeleton in her
closet which she looked upon as evil but necessary. She first learned about
masturbating through reading about it in the pornography her brothers used to
hide in their closet and which she would sometimes sneak into when no one was
around. She also read about it in the teenage sex manual her father had given
her. Being shy, she decided against asking her father about the subject and
turned instead to her sister, Catherine, who was 3 years older than she.
Catherine, the bold one in the family, went beyond mere words in explaining the
subject to Karen and proceeded to demonstrate what for her it was all about and
how to do it. That's all it took. Karen tried it and was hooked from the first
time. She found it exciting and relaxing. The downside, however, was that it
left her with a sense of guilt which the nuns at school had instilled in her
about sex - especially masturbation, a mortal sin. No matter, she thought, every
once in a while I just have to do it or go crazy. In addition to this, her
mother had taken the opportunity on a number of occasions during summer visits
to discuss sex with her and finally managed to dispel the idea that Karen's
masturbating was sinful and immoral. Having been assured that she wasn't crazy
and that it was a healthy, normal practice, Karen pursued masturbating
regularly. It was the one thing in her life that was wholly her own and she
enjoyed the secretiveness of it. She would often revel in the idea that she,
known as a quiet, retiring and shy young woman, could be so wanton and abandoned
as to engage in jacking herself off. Who would imagine such a thing! On the
whole, Karen considered herself just ordinary with the usual likes and dislikes
of a normal teenager as she perceived a normal teen to be. One instance,
however, left an indelible mark on her memory and was to make her question her
so-called normality and ultimately change her life. As a new wife a whole new
world of joy was opened up for her. Her husband was a gentle and ardent lover
and led her into a new area in her life that she found wholly pleasurable and
fulfilling and although she continued to masturbate regularly her main sexual
activity was centered around her husband - in person and in fantasy. Still,
there was one dark corner in the sexual part of her life that she kept buried
and wouldn't dream of discussing with anyone. When she was 17, Karen had spent
her last regular summer vacation under court order with her mother in
California. It was during this visit that Karen got a glimpse of a very
disturbing and puzzling side of her nature. Late one evening during that visit,
Karen returned home from down the street where she had been visiting with the
neighbors. She entered the house quietly thinking her mother was asleep and not
wanting to disturb her. When she got upstairs and was tip-toeing past her
mother's bedroom she happened to notice through the half opened door that the
bed stand lamp was on and the room was bathed in a soft subdued light. She
thought that maybe her mother was just reading before going to sleep, but a
soft, low moaning sound gave her the impression that her mother might be ill.
Growing concerned she decided to see if there was anything she could do in case
her mother needed help. As she silently stuck her head around the side of the
door and peeked into the room she was greeted with a most unexpected sight which
shook her greatly. There, in plain view, was her mother sitting astride the
thighs of another woman approximately her mother's own age that she had never
seen before. Karen was so dumbfounded by the spectacle that she was unable to
move. Both women were completely naked and obviously under the spell of great
sexual arousal. As she stood there staring she became aware of the almost
overpowering aroma of perfume mixed with sex odor. She also noticed with
surprise that she was getting very sexually excited - it was the first time in
her life that she had ever witnessed other people having sex live. As Karen
remained rooted to the spot watching intently, her mother used the thumbs and
fingers of both hands to roughly pull and twist her turgid nipples while the
woman she was straddling reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands from
underneath and squeezed them. Suddenly and without warning her mother turned her
head and looked directly at Karen. Her expression was one of such animal lust
that Karen would never forget it. She was mortified and wanted to run, but as if
in a nightmare she was totally powerless to move. As mother and daughter
continued to stare at each other Janet began to cum and her body went absolutely
rigid as the orgasm hit its zenith. She did not avert her eyes, however, and
this had the effect of keeping Karen's gaze locked to hers. As the powerful
waves of climax began to surge through her Janet once again began to manipulate
her nipples as her body started to spasm over its entire length. The orgasm
finally began to subside and her mother flopped forward on the other woman and
began to fiercely kiss her thus breaking the visual spell with Karen who then
gathered all her strength and turning, stole off down the hall to her own room
on rubbery, shaky legs. Her movements slow and deliberate, as if in a trance,
Karen removed her clothes and crawled under the sheets naked without bothering
to put on her the nightgown she usually wore. She then became consciously aware
of how sexually aroused she was. She was astounded to discover that her cunt was
flooded with a massive effusion of juice. Without giving it another thought, she
lowered one hand to her sopping pussy and furiously masturbated herself to a
thunderous orgasm as she used her other hand to yank and pull on one of her
swollen nipples. The vision of her mother's lovely face twisted gruesomely in
sexual rut swam before her tightly clenched eyelids as her orgasm ripped through
not only her body but her very soul as well. Immediately, her entire being
literally dove into an exhaustive sleep. The next morning it was as if nothing
had ever happened the night before. From that day on it was never referred to;
not a word was ever been mentioned of the affair. It got to a point where Karen
even began doubting that the incident had ever taken place. From then on,
however, the vision of her mother leering at her in her totally abandoned sexual
hunger haunted Karen. When awake, she could usually force the vision of her
mother's face away. Asleep, it was a different matter. She dreamed now and then
of the incident and always woke up from the dream in an aroused state and unless
she relieved herself by jerking off right then and there the dream would leave
her listless and bothered for hours to come. Try as she might, Karen could not
get the occasional picture of her mother in the throes of sexual frenzy from
coming back unbidden. Since being married there were occasions when her husband
would be away and she would be alone. When the sexual tension would reach a high
point and there was no relief she would succumb to masturbating herself as she
had before she was married. On many occasions the source of her sexual tension
was just natural and while masturbating herself she would fantasize mainly about
her husband. Often, however, as she neared the point of orgasm her fantasy would
change and she would find herself fantasizing against her will about her mother.
At these times, the point of orgasm was always accompanied by the sight of her
mother's face twisted in sexual rut from that one occasion. Afterward she would
feel relieved that it was over, but was also overcome with the usual strong
sense of shame and guilt. Sometimes she would try to just stop frigging herself
by getting up and doing something else to take her mind off of it, but found
that she couldn't concentrate until she had finished the job. So she would
return resignedly to playing with herself until it was over. On a couple of
occasions Karen became concerned with her preoccupation with her mother and
considered seeking professional help if for no other reason than to assure
herself that she wasn't crazy. The sense of shame and embarrassment attendant
with sharing this with another person, even a professional, prevented this,
however. At those rare times when she would allow herself to consciously
consider the situation, Karen could admit to herself that it was indeed unusual
for a daughter to be somehow consciously attached to her mother sexually. She
decided that she was not in love with her mother either sexually or
romantically, but that there was some sort of attraction that was acting on her.
She also concluded that she was not a lesbian because the thought of having sex
with another woman didn't seem to effect her one way or the other; she wasn't
excited about the idea, but neither was she repulsed by it. That her mother
might be a lesbian bothered her at first until she realized that people needn't
be just one way or the other, but could enjoy both hetero- and homosexual
activity. The acceptance on her part of bisexuality was a blessing to her for it
allowed her to justify her mother's life style. As to the nature of her
attraction for her mother, Karen continued to be mystified. That Janet was a
beautiful woman there was no doubt; everyone said so, even her father. She was
beautiful to look at even at the age of 42. Karen had always wanted to have the
beautiful long wavy blond hair and sleek build that her mother possessed. It
gave her an air of confidence and poise that most women didn't have. Instead,
Karen had inherited her physical characteristics from her father. She was overly
tall at just a fraction of an inch under six feet. She was also just slightly on
the "big" side as other members of the family used to chide her about. At one
time she thought about pursuing a career as a model because of her height, but
was told by people in the know that she was not thin enough although she was not
overweight. They said she had big bones. She also had the dark Italian looks of
her father. She had olive hued skin which tanned very nicely and beautiful,
shiny black hair with haunting dark eyes. Nature had also been kind to her in
the bosom department where it had skimped on in her mother's case. Karen had a
very full bust which measured a 38C. It was not just that she had large breasts,
but rather that they were spread out and covered her entire chest and were firm
almost to the point of hardness. For one so full-breasted it was unusual that
she didn't need to wear a bra, but did so nonetheless out of an innate sense of
modesty. The one thing that she did share with her mother, though, were two of
the largest nipples she had ever seen. Her mother, although not nearly as bosomy
as Karen, also had enormous nipples and areola and passed these on to her
daughter. Unlike Janet's pinkish brown teats, Karen's were a dark purple hue,
almost black in color and curved slightly upward Her husband Harold said it was
her most sexy feature and would devote hours to fondling, kissing and sucking
them. Karen was not adverse to this attention because her breasts, and
especially the nipples, also like her mothers, were extremely erogenous.
Although she never told anyone this because she considered the practice to be
somewhat perverse, when masturbating she would use her free hand to play with
her nipples sometimes to the point where she would quit frigging her pussy and
use both hands on her breasts. On rare occasions she could even make herself cum
by pulling and twisting her nipples. When she got married and discovered the
almost overwhelming sensations created by having someone suck her tits she tried
it once when alone and discovered that she could easily get her big nipples and
areola into her own mouth. From then on this became a regular part of her
masturbatory technique and she almost always would orgasm while sucking on her
own breast. At this point, Karen, of course, was not totally aware of the
similarities both women possessed with respect to their physical sensitivities.
She was aware that she was her mother's daughter in a number of respects, but
that in others she no way resembled her. Where Janet's personality was often
effervescent and outgoing, Karen was shy and somewhat introverted. This was
inherent in her character and was often taken wrongly for weakness. Karen had a
strong sense of self and an inward confidence that was not immediately apparent.
Her husband discovered this to his dismay shortly after they were married. Janet
arrived as planned and things were fine between mother and daughter the first
three days of her mother's stay. On the fourth day as the evening wore on while
they watched television, Karen became nervous and cranky. Sensing trouble, Janet
was unusually solicitous and asked her daughter gently what the problem was.
Karen just bitched back that she had a problem with constipation and the baby
not feeding enough leaving her breasts swollen and tender. Although the doctor
said it wasn't serious it was nonetheless bothersome and put her in a bad mood.
Trying to be helpful Janet gently offered, "Well, dear, there is a sure cure for
that little constipation problem." "I've tried everything, mother, and nothing
seems to work. Apple juice, prune juice, MetMucil, laxatives . . . you name it -
I've tried it and nothing seems to work!" "How about an enema? Have you tried
that, Karen?" her mother quizzed. "Oh, god, mother, nobody does that anymore, do
they?" "I still do on occasion and it works for me every time." "Well, even so,
I wouldn't have the faintest idea of how to go about it." "Well, I'd be glad to
help you with it, if you'd like, dear," Janet said. "Do you really think it
would work?" "Sure. Why not give it a try. You'll feel much better afterward, I
guarantee." "Well, if you think so, maybe I will. Anything would be better than
feeling like this all the time." "Fine, dear. Now . . . if you want me to help
you I'll need to have a syringe and water bottle?" Karen looked puzzled, but
then said, "I know. I have the bottle and a douche attachment. Will that work?"
"Don't you have all the stuff that came with the bottle?" "Maybe, but I'll have
to look," Karen said as she got up from the dinner table and handing the baby to
her mother went upstairs to look. Five minutes later she returned with the
original box with the water bottle, hose and the douche nozzle." "This is all I
could find, mother. Will this do?" "It's not the right tip, but it should work.
Just a tad larger than the regular enema syringe. We can try it anyway." All of
a sudden there seemed to be a strained silence until Karen asked, "Well, what
should I do?" "Why don't we go upstairs and put the baby in the crib and then
I'll help you out, OK." Janet rose with the baby as did Karen and they traipsed
upstairs. When the baby was put down Janet said, "Why don't you just lie down on
the bed, dear, and I'll go fill the bottle. We'll try just water at first and if
that doesn't seem to work, we'll mix a little oil with it." Karen, who was
dressed in shorts and blouse, lay down on her back on the bed waiting for her
mother. Janet filled the bottle with warm water from the tub, attached the hose
and nozzle and returned to the bedroom. "Now dear, do you have any jelly or
Vaseline?" Without thinking, Karen rolled on her side and opened the night stand
drawer and withdrew a tube of K-Y jelly and handed it to her mother. Not until
she had done so had she thought about it and then she became suddenly
embarrassed. She was beginning to have second thoughts about what was going to
happen and she seriously considered just putting a stop to it immediately, but
the excitement and arousal she was beginning to feel overrode her shame and
embarrassment and she remained silent. "OK dear, roll over on your stomach and
undo your shorts." When she had done this and pushed her shorts and panties down
around her knees leaving her buttocks exposed she suddenly felt once again that
strong sense of shame and the vision of her mother that fateful night again
returned leaving her flushed and uneasy. "I think it would be a good idea,
Karen, if you would just remove your shorts and panties altogether. It'll be
easier that way," Janet said as she looked at her daughter's prone figure. When
Karen didn't immediately respond to her mother's suggestion, Janet just shrugged
and said, "Here, I'll help you with them," and reached down and pulled Karen's
clothes down over her feet and off, throwing them on the chair against the wall.
As she looked down at her daughter's large, pert ass sticking up she thought
that her daughter really was beautiful for such a tall full woman. "Now, dear,
if you'll just spread your legs slightly we'll get this over with." Karen did as
asked and opened her legs a little bit. It seemed like the longest time until
she finally felt the strange sensation of her mother gently probing a lubricated
finger between her ass cheeks, searching for her anus. She was not quite on the
mark and Karen felt her mother use her other hand to spread her cheeks and then
the tip of her finger slowly moving over her puckered hole spreading the jelly.
Shame bound as she was, it occurred to Karen that the sensation of her mother's
manipulating her ass was not unpleasant. It recalled to mind for her her
husband's liking of that area during sex. Finally having lubed Karen's rectum to
her satisfaction, Janet put more jelly on her finger and centered it directly on
her daughter's asshole. She then slowly pushed and rotated, probing with her
finger, and it began to enter Karen's rectum. During all of this Karen didn't
make a sound but remained rigid on the bed to the extent that her mother said,
"Relax, dear, this will be over shortly and you'll feel much better." Karen was
having trouble reaming relaxed, however, because she was becoming painfully
aware of the stirrings in her groin. It was all she could do to control herself
and keep from starting to rotate her hips in order to force the probing finger
more deeply into her asshole. When Janet had almost her entire finger buried in
Karen's ass she slowly started to remove it. When it was free, she retrieved the
nozzle from the water bottle and inserted it. She then raised the water bottle
and looped the end string around the top end of the high bedpost while releasing
the valve on the hose with her other hand. Water then began flowing into Karen's
insides, filling her and also creating a sensation of pleasure she hadn't
expected. The pressure from the increasing amount of water inside her was also
jangling the nerves in that part of her body. When the water bottle was finally
empty Janet said, "Now just lie there for a minute or two, Karen, and let the
enema work. And just so you don't dribble I'll just put my finger back in and
stop you up." Janet then gently inserted her already lubricated finger back into
Karen's anus as she sat down on the edge of the bed. The sensation of being so
full and having her mother's finger up her ass was working on Karen and the
arousal she was feeling was increasing gradually. At first she thought she was
imagining it, but she was sure now that her mother was actually moving her
finger in and out of her asshole. Her mother was really finger-fucking her
asshole - she couldn't believe it. Suddenly, Karen was overcome with the desire
to give herself an orgasm and she couldn't wait for her mother to leave. "Mom, I
really need to go. Please, let me get up," she said, impatiently. Janet removed
her finger and Karen could feel the bed move as her mother stood up. "Come on,
dear, I'll help you to the bathroom." "Oh, mother, I can find it by myself. I'm
OK, honest." Karen slowly got to her feet, sensing that she shouldn't move too
fast, and headed toward the master bedroom bathroom with Janet trailing her. As
she raised the toilet seat she glanced over her shoulder to see her mother
standing in the doorway. Impatient from the need to expel the enema and satisfy
the desire inside her she said shortly, "OK, mother, I'm OK. Now, please just
leave." Janet said, "If you're sure, dear," and reluctantly turned. Then she
added, "If you need anything, just shout. I'll hear you." "Yes, mother - now
go." As her mother closed the door Karen sat heavily down on the toilet seat and
thought she would explode right away but nothing happened. She tried to force
it, but still nothing happened so she finally just sat there frustrated and
stewing in her desire. Then she gave in to her arousal and put her right hand
between her legs and began to rapidly fondle herself in a shame ridden frenzy.
She was surprised at how wet she was. At first she thought that some of the
enema had leaked down into her pussy but the consistency was wrong; it wasn't
water - it was cunt juice. Using her fingers she spread her juices over her
entire pussy then began to concentrate moving two fingers over her clitoris
jacking it back and forth forcefully. It didn't take long. Before she could
imagine it she was up on the final plateau and still climbing. As she approached
orgasm she reached her other hand in back of her and down between her cheeks and
began to finger her asshole trying to simulate the same sensation her mother had
created. It wasn't the same, but it felt good nonetheless. The orgasm finally
hit her and it was powerful. As the first wave peaked and then dropped off, she
lost control of her rectal muscles, her asshole suddenly opened up and the enema
came spewing out in jets with each succeeding orgasmic spasm. It went on for
what seemed like forever until Karen was finally spent. She stopped frigging
herself and just sat hunched over in total exhaustion after having flushed the
toilet. She was wakened from this trance-like state by a knock on the door from
her mother, wondering if she were OK. She answered yes, then slowly got up and
cleaned herself up at the sink. She then went into the bedroom and flopped onto
the bed and promptly fell into a deep sleep.
The Visit Part 2
It was early morning when Karen finally woke up. At first she didn't even
remember going to bed, but as she slowly sat up her memory began to come back.
As she looked down at herself her foggy memory recalled her mother having given
her the enema followed by her masturbating in the bathroom and then flopping
into bed. What she could not figure out was how she had gotten her clothes off
and her nightgown on. As she looked around the room she spotted the clothes she
had on yesterday neatly folded on a chair. She then guessed correctly that her
mother had come in at some time during the night and put her to bed properly.
Karen lazily rose from the bed and went over to the dresser where she dug out a
new nursing bra and pair of panties. Putting on the bra she became aware of how
swollen and painful her breasts were. She then rummaged around in the closet for
something to wear. Finding a clean sleeveless blouse and pair of shorts she put
them on along with bobby sox and her new tennis shoes and went into the bathroom
to brush her teeth and comb her hair. While doing so she marveled at how good
she felt in spite of the previous evening's activities. Feeling she had better
urinate she lowered her shorts and panties and sat on the commode. This brought
back more memories of the previous night and how she had sat in exactly this
same spot and brazenly masturbated herself while openly fantasizing about her
mother. As she began to ruminate once more about the strangeness of her
attraction for her mother she admitted to herself that she had indeed enjoyed
the feel of her mother's hands on her. She did enjoy having her mother's finger
up her ass - especially the second time when it felt like Janet was finger
fucking her. It still seemed to Karen as if her mother had been purposely trying
to stimulate her. This made her wonder if somehow the attraction might be
mutual. Was there even the slightest possibility that Janet was sexually
attracted to her, she wondered. The whole thing started to seem to her to border
on the ridiculous when she tried to imagine herself engaged in some sort of sex
act with her mother. For the life of her, she just couldn't picture herself
going down on her mother or vice versa. It was too outrageous. Did she want to
do it? Absolutely not! What then, she wondered, would she do if given the
opportunity to be sexual with her? Then it occurred to her that if, instead of
lying on her back in solitary masturbation while fantasizing about her, her
mother were there watching her and she could look at her when she came, maybe
that would solve this whole business and remove the years-long fascination she
had about it. Karen then blushed at the thought of having her mother watch her
jack off or even the thought of ever asking her mother to do such a thing. But
it would be exciting she admitted to herself; awful filthy dirty rotten
perverted - but so exciting! Mixed among all of these confusing and troublesome
thoughts was the dreadfully arousing sense that something was on the brink of
changing. Karen couldn't, however, bring any of these lines of thinking to a
sensible, logical conclusion and decided to just let it go and let things take
their own course. * * * * * "Did you sleep well, Karen. You've been knocked out
for hours?" her mother asked as Karen entered the living room where Janet was
rocking the baby while watching a game show on television. "Wow. I don't know
what happened. I feel like I slept for centuries! How's Sally?" Karen asked,
looking down at her child. "You were really knocked out. When I came upstairs
you were already zonked out. I got you into bed and that was some chore, believe
me! Sally's just fine - probably pretty hungry since you haven't fed her all
night long. Are you sure you're OK?" "Fine, except my tits ache," Karen said,
absentmindedly cupping her breasts in her palms and squeezing gently. Why don't
you give me Sally and we'll see if she's all that hungry. I sure could use the
relief." Janet handed the baby up to Karen who then seated herself at the other
end of the couch and undid her blouse. Pushing the blouse off her shoulder, she
pulled down the flap on the bra cup exposing a swollen breast with a huge angry
dark nipple. She then brought the baby up to her breast where it began to
suckle. "That's better, huh," her mother commented as she stood up. "Let me get
you a cup of coffee." "Let's just hope it lasts," Karen said resignedly. After
five minutes, however, the baby was fast asleep so Karen took it over to the
crib in the corner of the room and put it down to nap. Returning to the couch
hitching up her bra and buttoning her blouse it was obvious she was
uncomfortable. "Dear, if you'll let me, I'd like to make a suggestion." "What's
that mother," Karen asked, wearily. "Well, you'd probably feel a lot better if
you'd milk your breasts when you get this way." "Mother - really! You come up
with the most old fashioned ideas. Does anybody really do that anymore?" "Does
it really matter, Karen," Janet exclaimed, exasperated with her daughter's
attitude, "it works - or at least it did years ago. I don't see that it wouldn't
today, do you?" "Yeah, maybe, I never thought about that. But I don't have one
of those breast pump things and they're expensive as hell." "You don't need one
of those, silly. I just used to use my hands and it worked just fine. Besides,
you can save the milk and we can use it to feed Sally when you're not around or
are asleep or whatever." "That sounds practical, but isn't there some sort of
special technique you have to learn, or something?" "If you want, I'll show you
how to do it. There's really nothing to it, you know." "OK, why don't you show
me how it's done." Janet seemed to consider this for a few moments and then
said, "OK, why don't you take off your blouse and bra. It'll be easier if those
things aren't in the way." Karen then started to unbutton her blouse, but as she
did so she began to feel a little squeamish at the idea of being totally
bare-breasted in front of her mother. `That's silly,' she thought, `she's my
mother, for god's sake.' Nonetheless, the feeling persisted as she divested
herself of the garments. Karen then looked over at her mother who she caught
staring in a transfixed manner at her breasts with their huge, turgid inch long
nipples jutting slightly upwards from their angry puckered areola. At just this
moment Karen recognized the look on her mother's face as much the same one she
had seen so many years ago and had been seeing regularly in her fantasies; the
realization made her insides tighten involuntarily. "Mother, are you OK?" Karen
asked hesitantly. "Oh, yes, dear, - fine," Janet seemed to jerk out of her
pre-occupation, "I was just admiring what you inherited from me that I never had
- sorry if I embarrassed you." Karen was taken aback at her mother's
forthrightness causing her to remain silent without comment. Janet then
suggested, "It would probably be easiest if you would sit upright in a
straight-backed chair. That way I can lean over your shoulder and show you how
it's done." Karen felt another jolt of apprehension mixed with arousal at the
realization that her mother probably intended to touch her breasts in
demonstrating the milking technique. She had just assumed that Janet would
demonstrate on herself. "Are you sure this is such a good idea, mother?" Karen
queried. "Come on, silly, let's go to the kitchen," Janet said rising from the
couch and heading toward the back end of the house. Still absentmindedly
absorbed in her thoughts, Karen also stood and followed her mother. When they
got into the kitchen Janet pulled a chair out from the table and motioned for
Karen to seat herself which she did, rigidly and ramrod straight. When Karen was
seated, her mother went around behind her and bent over her. "Now, I'm going to
show you what to do by demonstrating on your right tit and as I'm doing it I
want you to use your left hand on the other one and imitate what I'm showing
you, OK?" "Sure, I guess," Karen muttered anxiously, "but won't we need
something to catch the milk in?" "Well, just for right now let's not worry about
catching the milk. Besides, until you get the hang of it, the milk's going to go
all over the place anyway. We'll just mop up when we're done." Karen was really
feeling funny now as her mother reached down with her hand and cupped it under
her right breast. "Go on, use your left hand and put it under your tit like I'm
doing." When Karen did it, her mother said, "Now put your thumb on top and your
index finger underneath - maybe you'll want to use two fingers since your nipple
is so big - yeah, like that - and put them behind the nipple and press downward.
Then, while you press downward, pull out at the same time. See," Janet said as
she did what she described and a spray of milk shot out from her daughter's
nipple landing on the floor in front of them. "Simple, huh. Now you try it,"
Janet said. Karen's first few of attempts were clumsy but as she kept on she
began to express a little milk from her left breast. Her mother instructed her
to adjust the position of her fingers and on her next attempt she was surprised
to see a number of long streams of milk jettison from the tip of her nipple.
"The important thing is to get a rhythm going," Janet coaxed, "now see if you
can do it along with me," and she began to slowly milk her daughter's right
breast with Karen doing her left about at the same pace. Pretty soon both
breasts were shooting milk simultaneously creating a wet mess on the floor, but
neither woman seemed to be concerned with this. After about ten pulls on her
breasts, Karen realized that she was becoming extremely aroused by this mammary
manipulation and she could feel her cunt begin to moisten. Even more confusing
to her was the realization that she was so aroused that if they didn't stop this
pretty soon she might have on orgasm. But she couldn't stop and her mother
wasn't stopping either so she just remained rigid in the chair, powerless to
help herself, feeling the climax slowly building in both her groin and her
breasts. She was entranced now and as she felt the orgasm near she began to
shake all over. Suddenly her mother stopped and that made her pause quickly as
well. "My god, Karen, are you OK? You're shaking like a leaf." Janet came around
from behind the chair and knelt down in front of her daughter. Looking up, she
could see that Karen's upper chest was blotched with large red spots and her
face was likewise flushed and swollen. Karen, breathing in gulps, averted her
eyes as her mother placed a hand on each of her knees to support herself.
"You're not sick, are you?" Janet queried as she looked up into Karen's glazed
eyes. Then it hit her. "Oh, no, you're not sick at all. You were just about to
cum, weren't you, Karen." Karen lowered her head and tears of frustration and
confusion began to form in the bottom of her eyes. Seeing this, Janet raised a
hand and cupping her daughter's chin, lifted her face gently upwards. "It's OK,
darling, really it is. Some women react that way. I mean, after all, tits are
erroneously sensitive aren't they. And sometimes it doesn't matter who is doing
it, does it?" Janet added solicitously. "Oh, mother, I'm so embarrassed," Karen
almost wailed. "Well, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, dear. Actually, you
should consider yourself lucky to have such sensitive tits. You must have
inherited those from me too." When Karen only moaned in response Janet asked,
"You didn't come though, did you, dear?" After a silent moment Janet continued,
"It's Ok if you . . ." and seeing Karen slightly shake her head 'no,' she went
on, "well, uh, if you still want to, you can - it's alright - I don't mind."
"Oh, god, mother," Karen sobbed, "I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe this is
happening." Janet, who was still down on her knees in front of her daughter,
began to slowly and gently stroke her thighs. Gathering all the courage she
could, Karen turned her head and looked down at her mother. Her eyes were
diverted instantly from Janet's face to the open V in her mother's white blouse,
the first three buttons of which were undone. The garment was loose and Janet
wasn't wearing a bra. As she leaned forward it gave Karen a full view of her
mother's breasts with their enormous nipples which were obviously in a state of
erection. Karen was fascinated with the sight; she hadn't remembered her
mother's breasts as having such large nipples. Fleetingly she wondered what it
would be like to suck on another woman's breasts and the thought thrilled her
and added more fuel to her already fired-up state. She was painfully aware of
her predicament when her mother's speaking brought her back to reality. "Really,
Karen, I understand and it's OK. I know you've gotten very aroused and must be
right on the brink of cumming. If you want to, I don't mind." Karen looked at
her mother dumbfounded and remained silent. Her left hand was still at her
breast and she unconsciously squeezed it sending another squirt of milk,
surprising both women and landing on her mother's face, blouse and hair. Without
flinching, Janet removed a hand from Karen's thigh and reached up to cup Karen's
free breast, the one she had been demonstrating on previously and began to
squeeze it again. This caused the younger woman to continue fondling her other
tit and in a couple of moments Karen had forgotten her embarrassment as her
sexual excitement returned and her breathing quickened. She was soon overtaken
with sexual abandon and the overpowering desire to have her nipple sucked.
Arousal overcame fear and embarrassment as she looked into her mother's eyes and
said, "Mother, this is crazy, I know, but would you . . . suck my nipple . . .
please? I just want . . . I need, to have my tit sucked right now!" Just looking
at her daughter in the throes of passion had finally gotten to Janet and she was
now felt herself becoming sexually aroused. Glancing for a short moment into her
daughter's eyes without saying a word, she then bent her head forward and lifted
the breast she was fondling to her open mouth and stuck out her tongue.
Squeezing the tit again she sent a jet of milk into her mouth which she
swallowed. She then pulled Karen's breast forward and clamped her full lips over
the nipple and began to forcefully suck. After a moment she stopped and raised
her head and said to her daughter, "If you'd like to use your hand to masturbate
yourself, that's OK too, dear." "Mom . . . I don't need to . . . please don't
stop!" was Karen's quick response as she continued to milk her other breast
furiously. As Janet hurriedly resumed sucking her daughter's nipple, Karen
abandoned the milking motion she was using and grabbed her nipple between her
thumb and fingers and began to viciously pull and twist on it. "Oh, mother, I'm
going to cum. Suck harder, please . . . suck harder . . . faster . . . oh god,
yessssssss . . . here it cums . . . now . . . oh, my god, mother . . . I'm
cumming . . . chew my nipple off . . . oh, fuck!" As Karen's body went rigid and
then began to quake to the spasms of her orgasm she grabbed her whole breast
once more and squeezed with all her might sending a long, forceful stream of
milk high into the air. Karen's orgasm seemed to her to go on forever, but
finally the spasms subsided and she slumped down in the chair. Janet then quit
sucking her and leaned back on her heels and looked up at her daughter lovingly.
"That was some climax, young lady! I wish all mine were like that." Both women
then looked at each other and began to laugh. Seeing that her daughter was
really exhausted Janet said, "Come on, dear, let's get you into the living room
and then I'll clean up this mess.
The Visit - Part 3
When Karen was seated on the sofa with her blouse draped loosely over her
shoulders her mother returned to the kitchen to mop up the mess they had made.
Janet was glad to have these few moments to herself to think about what had just
happened. Janet had been taken completely by surprise by the turn of events. At
the moment she was feeling a mixture of guilt and arousal at the thought that
she had inadvertently managed to not only turn her daughter on sexually, but had
also aided her in bringing her to orgasm. The fact that she was equally at home
sexually with both men and women had no bearing on the situation. Karen was her
daughter! And that made it incest, what they had just done. Nonetheless, Janet
was still aroused by the incident. As she bent down with a rag in one hand to
soak up the mess on the floor, the feel of her daughter's turgid, squirting
nipple in her mouth and her heavy breast in her hand continued to excite her in
spite of the fact that she knew it was taboo. Swiping purposefully with the
cloth at the wet floor she reached up with her free hand and grasped her own
erect nipple through the fabric of her blouse and gave it a hard twist. This
send an electric bolt directly to her already swollen clitoris. God, I'd just
love for her to return the favor right now, Janet wished, against her will. If
there were only some way I could continue this without feeling guilty I would.
But Janet was at a loss as to how to approach the subject with her daughter
without possibly risking the loss of their mutual sense of trust, respect and
emotional well-being. On the other hand, she also didn't understand what had
gotten into her daughter; it was so uncharacteristic of her. She had always
thought Karen was a real straight arrow when it came to matters as personal as
these. She had never once considered Karen from a sexual point of view. It was
clear to her, however, that she was going to have to do something for herself;
she was so turned on that she couldn't even think straight and needed relief.
Common sense prevailing, it occurred to Janet that probably the best thing to do
right now would be to make sure her daughter was OK and reassure her in case she
had any misgivings about their recent contact. Then they could agree to put the
incident behind them and get on with it. She would then simply excuse herself
and go upstairs and masturbate and hope that would relieve the tremendous
arousal she was feeling. Feeling a sense of ease at finally having arrived at
what she considered the right course of action to take, Janet finished the
cleanup and got herself in mental and physical order. She then went back to the
living room fully intending to make the situation comfortable for both of them.
After all, they would both be seeing a lot of each other for the next few months
until Karen's husband returned. At least that was the plan. Karen was still
seated on the couch leaning back with her eyes closed. Sensing her mother's
presence, she opened them and said, "Mother, I want to apologize. I really don't
know what got into me. I'm really so embarrassed, really I am." Janet's heart
went out to her daughter and as she sat down on the love seat opposite Karen she
said, "Dear, it's perfectly alright. There's nothing to be embarrassed about.
You're a healthy young woman whose husband has been away for some time and your
body probably just responded to the lack of normal activity. I don't want you to
give it another thought." It was then that Janet's eyes settled on Karen's
carelessly open blouse, which was simply draped over her shoulders. The blouse
was open enough so that parts of both her large areola were visible. For some
reason Janet found herself fascinated with her daughter's breasts and just sat
staring at them wondering what the attraction was. Noticing her mother's
distraction Karen inquired, "I hope you're OK, mother. You're not mad at me are
you?" Returning her attention to Karen, Janet answered, "Of course, I'm not mad
at you. How could I be?!" And then, without thinking Janet just blurted out,
"OK? Am I OK! No, goddamnit, I'm not OK! I'm horny as hell. It's been ages since
I had any sex and I'm ready to burst. I'm afraid that what happened in the
kitchen just now has really got me going." "Oh, mother, I'm so sorry - really I
am. I'd do anything if I could just take that back. I didn't mean to hurt you or
upset you. Honest." Seeing Karen's sincere concern for her softened Janet and
she replied, "It's OK dear, it's not your fault and you don't really have
anything much to do with it. It's my problem - not yours." "I know, but I feel
somehow responsible." "Well, you aren't dear. It's just that I'm human, too, and
not immune to getting aroused by sexual situations - even someone else's." At
this point Karen, wanting to help but not knowing how, said, "Mother, don't you
ever masturbate?" "Masturbate? Of course I do, darling. In fact, I prefer that
these days to screwing, what with all the diseases going around." "Well,
wouldn't it help right now? I mean, if you masturbated?" "Oh, Karen, I'm sick of
doing it by myself. It'd be nice to have someone else around, even if just to
watch, but I'm afraid that being away from home has temporarily removed that
possibility." Karen couldn't believe her ears. She sensed that here might be an
opportunity to become involved sexually with her mother, at least in an indirect
way. Actually, a safer way than she had thought of. With her heart pounding in
her ears she looked over at her mother and said softly, "I'm here, mother." When
Janet looked quizzically at her daughter without speaking, Karen repeated, "I
said, I'm here - if that would help." Janet just looked at her daughter and
said, "I'm sorry dear, I don't quite understand exactly what you mean." "Just
what I said, mother. I'm here." Karen was starting to get nervous about having
to repeat herself over and over again and was afraid that her mother would make
her have to spell out exactly what she was getting at. She would really prefer
it if her mother would get the hint and make some kind of overture. "I know
you're here, Karen, and I appreciate it very much," was all Janet said. Becoming
a little exasperated and trying not to sound impatient, Karen tried once more.
"Well, that's not exactly what I was getting at mother." "What then, dear?"
"What I mean then is, that I'm here. If you just want to be with someone while
you masturbate and you think it would help, well, then I'm here. OK?" Janet
couldn't have hoped for anything more. But now the battle began anew. Should she
continue by taking advantage of her daughter's offer or do what she felt was
morally right and refuse the offer. Not being able to overcome her libido she
finally replied non-commitally, "That's very kind of you, Karen." "I mean it,
mother. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to masturbate in front of me." "Really?"
Janet queried. "Really. In fact, to be honest, I'd love to watch you do it to
yourself. It'd probably relieve me of feeling bad about having gotten you in
this state in the first place." "Oh, Karen, I'd hate to impose on you in this
way . . ." and she let it trail off there, hoping beyond hope, and not knowing
Karen felt the same way, that her daughter wouldn't get frightened and change
her mind. "You wouldn't be imposing, mother. Honestly, it's alright." And now
Karen was afraid her mother would get cold feet and back out of the direction
this was heading. While this was occurring to her she became aware of just how
badly she wanted to have sex with her mother and made the instant decision that
she would do whatever it took to make sure it would happen. She was now beyond
caring about morals or anything else, for that matter. She just wanted it to
happen. Being at a loss for anything to say which she felt could grease the
skids of the situation she came up with an idea and said to her mother, "In
fact, if it would help, I have a vibrating dildo upstairs that Richard gave me a
while back for when he was gone and I'd be glad to get it for you if you want to
use it." When her mother looked at her and started to smile, the humor of the
situation struck both of them simultaneously and they both started to chuckle.
"That's kind of a real personal thing, dear. Are you sure you wouldn't mind me
using it?" "Are you kidding," Karen retorted, "my tits are kind of my personal
things, too, and you just got done sucking on THEM!" Suddenly, Janet got
smolderingly serious and looking piercingly at her daughter said, "Did it feel
good, Karen. Did you like the way I sucked your nipple, huh?" The statement shot
right down to Karen's cunt and she could feel herself starting to secrete again
at the thought of her mother sucking on her breast. Still, the slight sarcasm
came out in her next statement, "You didn't happen to notice, by chance, that
sucking on my nipple made me come, did you?" And then Karen instantly regretted
the remark, but saw that her mother had taken it lightly. For lack of anything
better at the moment and to hide her mounting anxiety over her renewed arousal
and embarrassment Karen told her mother that she would get the dildo and
proceeded to rise and go upstairs. When she came back down a few moments later
with the black object in her hand, it appeared that Janet was still in the same
position in the love seat until she saw that her mother had one hand inserted in
the waistband of her shorts. Confident now that things would continue, she felt
she could risk another jocular remark so she said, "What's the matter, mother.
Are you so horny you just couldn't wait for me to return?" Janet didn't answer,
but just smiled. Rather than go over to her mother with the dildo, Karen decided
to just sit and watch so she lowered herself once again to her previous position
on the couch across from her mother and laid the instrument on the cushion
beside her. The silence grew quickly heavy as Karen watched her mother remove
her hand and start to unbutton her shorts. Using both hands she pushed them and
her panties down around her ankles and kicked them aside. Then she scooted
herself forward to the edge of the loveseat and sat upright while spreading her
legs. Karen now had a perfect view of her mother's pussy and was amazed at the
mass of thick, long hair that covered her triangle. She wondered briefly why she
herself didn't have nearly that much hair. When she was in position, Janet
looked over at Karen and asked, "Are you sure this is OK, dear. I mean . . . oh,
hell . . ." and she lowered her left hand to her groin and slowly started to
explore herself with her index finger, probing into the mass of beautiful hair.
Karen was entranced watching her mother, whose head was bent down as she gently
caressed herself. Karen was becoming increasingly aroused herself, but she
didn't move or say anything for fear of terminally interrupting the situation.
Without looking up Janet moaned, "Oh, god, this feels good. So good. "Do you
ever do it like this, dear - sitting up? This is my favorite position. I cum
better this way than any other." It was already evident to Karen that her
mother's breathing was getting more rapid. Ever so softly Karen answered, "Yes -
lots of times. I like to do it sitting on the toilet seat, just like that.
Especially after I've douched. I seem to cum better that way, too." Janet then
slowly raised her head and looking at her daughter asked, "Dear, I know this may
shock you, but would you do me a favor and open your blouse so I can look at
your breasts again?" "I'm not shocked at all, mother," Karen responded as she
pulled the sides of her blouse open and shrugged out of it leaving herself bare
to the waist and completely open to her mother's view. "Oh, Karen, you have such
beautiful big breasts. I'd kill to have those, I would." "Do you like them,
mother? Do they turn you on?" Karen asked coyly being aware that she was now
being somewhat of a tease. "Yes, they turn me on. How do you think I got this
way this morning?" "You mean you actually enjoyed it when I asked you to suck
them?" "Of course I enjoyed it, silly. I wouldn't have done it otherwise, would
I? And judging by your violent reaction you enjoyed it too. You really like to
have your breasts sucked, don't you?" "Yes, I do," sighed Karen, her own
breathing starting to get more rapid. Janet's hand was now moving in a regular
manner as she manipulated her first two fingers between her thick cunt lips,
moving them in a circular way around her clitoris which was bathed in juice from
her excitement. As her arousal mounted she felt her usual tendency toward earthy
language and asked her daughter, "Has another woman ever sucked your breasts,
darling?" Without hesitation Karen answered, "No, mother, you're the first woman
to have ever sucked on my breasts - I'm not gay." Then thinking about it she
added, "Wait, that's if you don't count me myself." "Huh? You mean to tell me
that you can suck your own breasts?" Janet asked, incredulously. "My turn to
shock you, right. Of course. I do it all the time when I jerk off. I've been
doing it for years, mother. Actually, that's one reason I think my nipples are
so abnormally big." And then it occurred to her that her mother was small
breasted enough that it wouldn't be possible for her to do it and she felt a
little bit ashamed at having been so brazen in her attitude. "Oh, god, that's
really sexy. Would you mind showing me, dear, how you do it, would you? I'd just
love to see you do it to yourself." "No, I don't mind." Karen moved her hand up
and cupped her right breast in her palm. Lowering her head and chin she pushed
up with her hand, stuck out her tongue and began laving the upper curve of her
swollen tit, making it slick with her saliva. "Can you get your nipple in your
mouth, Karen," Janet queried in a low voice that came out almost as a croak.
"Uh, huh," Karen mumbled as she placed her thumb on top of her breast and
started to angle the distended nipple toward her mouth. This motion had the
startling effect of causing a stream of milk to eject from the pressured nipple
before she could get it to her mouth squirting over her entire face and right
into her eye. "Oh, shit," she exclaimed loudly, and using her free hand grabbed
the blouse behind her and swabbed at her wet face. "Hmmm, that tastes good.
Let's try that again." Once more she turned her nipple to her mouth, but at an
angle and managed to clamp her mouth over it before milk got all over. "Oh,
jeez, Karen - that's so sexy - watching you do that." Janet had now paused in
her ministrations and just sat looking as her daughter fed herself her breast,
sucking hungrily at the nipple. She was still awed by the fact that Karen was
going along with this and consumed by the intense eroticism brought forth for
her by the pervertedness of being sexual with her own child. Libido had finally
conquered her shame, she mused. Although her head was bent, Karen moved her eyes
to look at her mother and seeing that had stopped playing with herself raised
her head and asked, "Did you cum already, mother?" "Not quite, dear. And I don't
want to, yet. That's why I stopped. I'm so sensitive now just watching you that
if I touch myself again I'll shoot off immediately and I don't want this to
end." "I don't either, mom." Karen said, but before Karen could resume nursing
herself her mother said, "Dear, could I ask you to come over here and suck on my
nipple? Would you mind?" "Oh, mother, really. Would you let me do that?" "I want
you to do it, darling." And Karen let go of her own breast and slid to the floor
and waddled on her knees to where her mother sat on the edge of the love seat.
As she approached, Janet began unbuttoning her blouse rapidly. By the time Karen
was positioned in front of her the blouse was undone and off. Except for her
tennis shoes and sox, Janet now sat naked in front of her daughter who was
looking at the marvelous breasts and nipples she had so often fantasized about.
Karen was also now aware of the strong, musky scent of her mother's cunt and
found the aroma exciting even though it seemed to her to differ from her own
scent of arousal. Concentrating now on the swollen nipple not inches from her
mouth, Karen put her hands on the edge of the cushions on either side of her
mother's naked thighs and, leaning forward, stuck out her tongue. Janet reached
up with a hand and cupped her breast and squeezing, pushed it out toward her
daughter's waiting mouth. She softly moved her other hand to the back of Karen's
head and gently pulled it towards her. Karen's wet tongue finally came into
contact with the erect nipple and she resisted any further movement as she
lazily ran her tongue over and around the turgid flesh and then in wider
circles, wetting the areola with her saliva. When her mother's breast tip was
literally dripping Karen then closed her pouty lips over the nipple and began to
rapidly move her tongue sideways over the hard, thick appendage sticking halfway
to her throat. When she heard her mother moan, Karen then opened her mouth as
wide as possible and took as much of the breast in as she could. When she looked
down she was amazed to see that she hadn't been able to get the entire areola
into her mouth. "Oh, Christ, Karen - you're a natural tit sucker. That feels so
delicious, don't ever stop." Karen's head was swimming. She couldn't believe she
was now sucking on her own mother's nipple and feeling her shake in the throes
of passion. She realized now that this is something she had always wanted to do
- from the very night she had seen her mother with that other woman. The air was
thick with sex and it made her giddy. She considered whether at the moment she
would be capable of touching her mother's pussy or even sucking on her mother's
cunt, but decided she wasn't sure she wanted to go that far or even if her
mother would be prepared for that. Instead, she moved both hands from the seat
cushions and put them on the back of her mother's legs and began to lightly
fondle them. As she did so, she could feel the tension straining her mother's
whole body; it was like a tightly wound rubber band. Suddenly Janet pushed her
back and away from her, not roughly but firmly, saying, "Stop, dear . . .
please, just stop. I can't take it any more. Just sit there and watch me while I
jack off. It won't take long, I promise." She lowered her hand to her pussy and
stuck two fingers into her vagina getting them good and lubricated. Once wet she
brought them out and forward and began to rapidly move them up and down along
each side of her engorged clit. Karen, obeying her mother's wishes, just leaned
back on her hands and looked at her mother flailing herself to orgasm. Wanting
to spur her on, Karen said excitedly, "Come on, mother, do it. Make yourself
cum. It's right there isn't it? You really want it bad, don't you. That's it,
frig yourself, frig your wet pussy!" Sensing Janet was close she continued on,
"Mother, look at my breasts. Look at them! Look how swollen the nipples are. You
made them that way, you got my tits so horny sucking on them. Just think about
sucking these big nipples. Come on, do it - cum for me. Oh, mother, it's heaven
watching you masturbate yourself. You look so hot!" Janet was right there and
said hoarsely, "I'm gonna cum, Karen. I'm right there. Just watch me, OK, just
look at me. Now. Here it is . . . oh, shit . . . here it cums . . . ahhhhhh . .
." As Janet hit the high point of her orgasm she suddenly reached up with her
free hand and began twisting one of her large nipples while looking straight
into Karen's eyes. The shock was like having ice cold water thrown on her as
Karen realized that this was an almost exact repeat of that night years ago. She
froze to the spot and stopped breathing as she watch her mother frig herself
through the orgasm while still maintaining eye contact with her. Janet had that
same abandoned, rutted stare from the past and it made Karen's cunt throb
involuntarily. When her mother's body began to spasm in time with the orgasm
wracking her, Karen slowly moved forward and put her arms around her only to get
another surprise as Janet glued her mouth to her daughter's and drove her tongue
almost into Karen's throat. As the spasms slowly started to subside, Karen
disengaged her mouth from her mother's but continued to hold her closely, aware
of their bodies pressed together, feeling her mother's sweaty breasts crushed
against her own. Eventually, Janet fell back into the depths of the love seat,
pulling Karen with her and they both just lay there with their legs entwined. As
Janet's breathing began to quite Karen gently caressed her mother's damp face
while murmuring to her softly.
The Visit - Part 4
As Janet and Karen lay entwined together on the couch recovering from Janet's
massive orgasm the phone rang. Karen lethargically removed herself from her
mother's embrace and, on unsteady legs, went to the table in the foyer to answer
it. In a couple of seconds she called to Janet, "It's for you, mother!" "Who is
it?" Janet called back, the sound of irritation mixed with fatigue clearly
audible in her voice. After about ten seconds Karen appeared in the living room
again and said, "It's for you, mom. They said it's extremely important - long
distance." Janet rolled off the couch while grabbing at her clothing and went to
take the call. In about three minutes she returned, now shabbily clad in her
blouse and shorts, and stood in front of her topless daughter and stated
angrily, "Well, there's trouble. It's with my best account. Something about a
foul up in the title search as well as the financing. This deal could make me a
bundle and I've got to go back and straighten it out. Please don't be mad, dear,
I'll be back as soon as I can." Karen looked up at her mother with sadness
written all over her face, but didn't say anything. Then she stood up and took a
step toward Janet and flung her arms around her. Janet hugged Karen closely to
her and they stood like this for some moments until Janet pulled away saying,
"I've got to catch the first flight out of O'Hare. Would you be so good as to
call me a cab while I try to get myself in some sort of order." Karen moved
listlessly, putting on her crumpled, milk stained blouse and then went into the
kitchen to get the phone book. She called the cab company and ordered her
mother's cab and then just went back to the couch and lay down. She must have
dozed off for in a little while she was startled to hear her mother open the
front door and hand out a suitcase to a strange man. Janet gave the man some
instructions and told him she would be out in a mo
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