Family Therapy

"Just a minute," Elly whispered hoarsely, the words barely making it to her own ears.

"J-just a minute!" Forcing a response past the thickness in her throat, Elaine closed her thighs, a-and fighting with her blanket, to get under it - swiftly storing Mister Fluffy on the far side of her bed -

She was sure the door would open, just to humiliate her in her wretched nakedness, her fevered state.

It... didn't. Whoever knocked politely... whoever knocked, waited.

Cheryl. Maybe her... god, maybe her mother. But the knock sounded... felt... like Ch-Cheryl.

Elaine... she should have said 'go away'. But the hours alone, wallowing in her despair, her loathing, punishing herself in the dimming light...

"Um, c-come in," Elly **** the words p-past the lump in her throat... and flinched, when the door opened.

"Hey, there."

Cheryl smiled faintly at her. Hazel eyes took her in - the colored college girl, hidden under her covers.

H-hidden further, covers inching up until she was barely more than a pair of eyes peeping out. Elly would have buried herself in there, if she could - completely. Forever. Hidden from her stabbing shame, from the world.

Cheryl laughed.

Oh, god... god, p-please...!

Cheryl l-laughed... and sobered.

"I promised - " Struggling with a big grin, covering it with a polite hand, a screen of flat fingers, Ch-Cheryl...

"Sorry." The white woman slowly, with a calming breath, dropped her wrist - revealing an almost-serious face. "I promised myself that I wouldn't laugh. I know this... this is very serious, young lady."

Even though Cheryl was barely managing to keep a straight face, Elaine felt her tummy clench. It... what had h-happened was beyond -

"Gosh, how am I supposed to be serious with you when you're peeping out of your hiding spot like a scared bunny?!" Cheryl sighed in mock... maybe in r-real frustration, and entered Elly's room - one hand holding a small plastic bag, the other closing the door behind her.

"You can't stay under the covers all day, Elaine." The bag set on her nightstand, Cheryl sat down on her bed, and slipping a hand under the covers, touched Elly's naked shoulder.

Pulled her covers.

N-no.

Elly's hands held fast. Even - e-even under Cheryl's withering gaze, telling her to stop, she h-held on tight. She held on. Held...

Under Cheryl's frown, Elaine slowly... slowly relaxed her **** grip on her covers. Slowly let go, and allowed her covering to be stripped away. The brown teenager... inch by inch... "Nn-h..." Her shoulders, her breasts, her firm tummy and navel... almost to her hips, before Cheryl couldn't continue the motion from her seated position.

"Are you naked all the way down?"

Elly n-nodded, and -

O-ouch! Winced, when Cheryl gently probed her bitten and bruised breast.

"The rest, Sweetie."

Please...

"Legs out. Don't be shy."

"I - " Protesting -

"Elly, enough." The teen flinched. "This is important." Fishing around in her bag, Cheryl took out a small tube of antibacterial ointment, while Elly... Elly obediently, reluctantly revealed the rest of her self.

Pulled her legs out, one at a time, and propped them up a bit, bent at the knees, trying... p-please... to conceal her sex. To hide her immodest clitoris.

"Human - " Cheryl paused a moment. Hesitated, and shrugged.

Slender fingers resumed touching... touching Elly's wounds. Reminding them that they hurt, awakening the ache underneath her injured skin.

"... Human scratch or bite wounds are notorious for causing infection."

The gentle probing, even as it renewed Elly's pain... soft fingers, Cheryl's caring touch soothed her throbbing. Comforted her ache. She -

"... I talked with your mother. I know what happened." Cheryl's quiet words were edged with steel. No smile. No amused twinkle in her hazel eyes.

She knew.

Elaine's toes spread, then clenched up into little foot fists.

"I-I don't think anything broke the skin." Elly... Cheryl's hands... "I... j-just leave the, um, stuff, a-and... I'll..." L-looking up...

"I can. My-myself." Elly nodded hopefully.

Cheryl ignored her completely. The secretary had already stretched a latex finger cot over her index finger, and was carefully measuring an opaque, viscous gel onto the digit.

"Here you go..." Cool on her hot skin, the throbbing bite mark on Elly's tender breast got first attention.

"That was a bite, wasn't it?"

G-god. It was. Her mom bit - "I-I guess." Somehow admitting it... "Um, she, w-we..."

Cheryl waited patiently, goo-coated finger cot hovering.

"Y-yes." Elly finally nodded.

"Ouch," Cheryl smiled sympathetically and gripped the base of her boob... squeezed the swell of Elaine's flesh upwards, tightening her skin to better spread the medicine. Spending... spending extra time, too much time, with her nipple. Her dark aureola.

D-done. Down. Elly relaxed the muscles of her abdomen, her back, thighs and butt, all of which had tensed, raising her hips up off her blanket.

"Tell me where else it hurts."

Elly p-pointed, one by one. Allowed Cheryl... her side... her hips, and thighs. Anywhere it was sore, Cheryl fixed. A few that Elly didn't really remember getting. Most, she did, and...

"Roll over, girl. Elbows and knees."

'Roll over'... she wasnt a-a dog! Cheryl's tone was almost too sweet, a-and naked, humiliated.

"Come on." The white woman patted Elly's sheets, a hard pair of thumps. "Butt up. You can't even pretend you'll be able to get your back yourself."

H-holding her position defiantly, naked, nipples pointing up...

Under Cheryl's steady gaze. W-waiting impatiently...

I-it couldnt be worse. Slowly, reluctantly, Elly rolled over, elbows a-and knees.

And, when nothing hapened, when Cheryl didnt speak or touch... when the white woman waited...

Oh, god. Elly swallowed, and shimmied her knees until her brown butt was high in the air.

"Better." Cheryl's tone was gentle again. G-gently, cool gel touched - "... But a 'thank you' wouldnt hurt, either, Elaine."

I-it took... Elly wasn't going to. She wasn't. But her response was caught in her throat, it wasn't letting go -

"Th-thank you," Elly mumbled quietly.

"There's a good girl." Cheryl - smile in her voice, Cheryl squeezed, stroked base to t-tip, m-milked Elly's uninjured hanging breast a moment. "Almost done."

Elly groaned, when her impromptu milking stopped. Sh-she...

"Your mom did a number on your buttcheeks, didn't she?" Moving behind Elly, o-h... please, n-not... swaying in the open air, her genitals, her butthole, everything was on display to the white woman. And Cheryl's considerate, healing touch, the quiet pain followed by soothing, thinly spread jelly...

"Y-yes." Her throat was dry. Nervous. Quivering knees, she...

"Any here?" Cheryl wiped her rubber coated finger on Elly's blanket, rid herself of the anti bacterial medication, and slid -

"M-hn!"

The black girl spread her legs for the woman behind her, felt her eyes roll, her eyelids flutter, as Cheryl circled her privates with one firm finger, all the way to the top of her slit...

"Scratches?"

And down, down its juicy bald length, to Elaine's straining clitoris.

"N-"

"Bites?"

N-no. No bi-... she... t-teasing.

"Hm?" Pressing her black girl button, up towards her stomach -

"N-no," Elly gasped. "Ch-Cheryl... please..."

"It's so..." Ignoring her, poking her, the s-squirming - "Firm."

"You can't help it, can you?" Cheryl murmured sympathetically.

God, that h-hurt. The finality. Elly... it hurt so much worse than it should have. Vibrated to her core.

"N-no," Elly whispered, felt the answer **** from her lips, into her blanket. The p-pressure on the bundle of nerves between her legs was almost unbearable, it...

"No," The white woman agreed. Sighed. "... Elly?"

"Do you... need me to help you?"

Oh, god. Aching need...

G-god! Cheryl spread her buttcheeks. Her... Elly could f-feel the secretary's eyes boring into her brown star, felt it sp-spasm uncontrollably.

"Y-yes." Yes. Yes yes yes yes -

N-no. The sensation of Cheryl's touch - gone. Ch-Cheryl, shifting away...

"Yes, Miss Cheryl," The secretary's smiling voice came from Ellys side, correcting her. She... fingers trailing up the curve of the teenager's butt, up her strong back...

'Miss' Cheryl. Like... like her mom.

Elly didn't respond. Looking over, sweat-damp hair resting on her blanket -

Cheryl... M-Miss Cheryl stretched a second finger cot over her thumb.

Sidling next to Elly, with her fingers protected by medical grade latex, she oh-so-gently pinched... "A-a-ahn..." Pulled on the black teen's thick clitoris.

"There. It's... a little easier for me to touch that with a bit of a barrier. Is that better, Sweetie?"

"A-ah..."

The secretary's free hand, bare hand, massaged Elly's upraised bottom. She-

"A- I..."

S-spread the negro girl's buttcheeks once more with her free hand, and opened up the sensitive mound poking out between her thighs.

"I - y-yes!" Elly moaned loudly.

Cheryl paused. Both hands paused her administration, a-and...

Humiliation. Controlling herself, her voice, her...

"Um, I-I mean... y-yes, please," Elly whispered quietly, shuddering on her sheets.

"Sorry..."

Slowly... agonizingly slowly, the white woman began again. Masturbating Elaine's engorged nub. Petting and a-and spreading her firm young butt. Stroking her smooth brown thighs.

"M-Miss Cheryl," Elly whispered, g-glancing back, ashamed, out of the corner of her eye.

"Good girl," The young white woman patted Elly's raised butt, eyes sparkling, smiled - genuine and pleased.

"We were talking downstairs, you know. All of us, about what happened."

Elly... Elly swallowed.

"What needs to happen."

She swallowed, a-and she - maybe if she hadn't needed Cheryl so badly, i-if -

"Things I've had going through my head the last couple weeks and, maybe, fleetingly... ahem - passingly... for much longer than that. Thoughts that polite people are supposed to reject."

"Talking with Brand, your mom - it got me thinking."

"Cheryl..." Oh, god. "M-Miss..."

"Don't interrupt." The gentle, rhythmic tugging on her nub became a pinch, an electric pull - a little painful, uncomfortable, a-and -

"This is important."

Elly shut her mouth, and squirmed, and gasped, while Cheryl's voice floated into her ear.

"Some things... clicked, seeing you two together. You and your mom, ah... embracing."

"Please - " Please!

"It's okay."

"It's okay, Sweetie. I know that it doesn't seem right. It's not what we're taught - but these feelings... your actions. They came from somewhere." What - what was she...? "I think it's... deeper. I think it's a little biological, Elly - for you."

"Ancestral."

"Think about it. Think about those small, close-knit tribes. You, your mom... where you'd belong."

Cheryl, stroking Elly's clit

"A pretty girl like you... and there, you wouldn't have needed any clothing, would you?"

R-rubbing her butt, while the brown girl's bare nipples glided over her sheets.

"Oh, maybe a few decorations, like the other girls. All the other girls - everywhere. Naked brown women and girls would be everywhere. Working, washing, playing - waving their famously round black butts and jugs around. In front of neighbors... in front of their families."

"Naked, and on display, to fathers, brothers, and sons..."

The steady, thoughtful rhythm of Cheryl's voice - images. S-seeds, and doubts, and awful -

"Each other, too." The white woman's hand paused its administrations. Stopped. Until Elly whimpered, and backed into it.

Until she silently told Miss Cheryl to... to continue. Not... don't stop.

Oh, god, please. Please...

"Girls like you, in another time and place, not long ago, would bend over in front of everyone - shameless, breasts hanging and rump on display. Feeling eyes on you, stealing glances of your own, anyone... everyone taking a look. Pointing. Joking, and bragging, like men and boys do. Or talking - jabbing and teasing like girls and women do."

Stop. S-stop.

"Everyone you know, every visitor, everyone around would see you. See everything. Even how big this clit is," Elly gasped, she - "How juicy... this... gets."

G-gasped aloud, as her juicy... as Cheryl... it practically drooled on her bedsheets, her sh-shaved -

P-please stop! Squirming, humping, grasping - D-don't!

"Men," Cheryl continued painting her picture, syrupy voice distant.

"... And women. Neighbors. Sisters. Even Mothers and daughters - all naked, all competing with each other."

Cheryl - twirling it in an idle circle, pinching Elly's oversized clitoris, slipping it between her thumb and forefinger, up and down, up a-and down like a tiny dick -

G-god!

"Nnh!"

"Yes, competing, Sweetie. For space - for beds. For men, and a little extra food in the hard times. For... favors. And for survival."

It... it was most racist speech... lesson... truth that Elly h-had ever...

"Mothers displaying their daughters, or threatened and displaced by their own girls. Fights and makeups."

"That's what happened. Your history. That's where you might have belonged."

... Ever in her young life heard any real person say. Not from a movie or book, coming f-from Cheryl, her mother's pretty secretary... the clothed white woman stroking her fat, bare clit while she moaned and wiggled and humped -

"Can you imagine?" Cheryl gasped, aghast at her own scandalous observations.

"Parading around like that? As a woman? Baking under the open heat - no clothing, shelter... civilization, needing..."

O-oh! The fingers massaging Elly's buttcheeks, her body - !

"Needing this smooth, dark skin to protect your naked body from the sun - naked to better compete for attention with the women and girls bouncing and working around you. To better establish hierarchy, to give and receive, to make amends and establish authority."

The image Cheryl's lips painted, burning into Elly's mind...

"P-nnn..."

"Thicker, plumper lips. Stronger butts. Full breasts - dangling clits - even stronger scents. Subtly different, easily distinguished."

Like an animal... like the sweaty black sex beast Cheryl was calling her, Elaine moaned a-and needed... needed - !

"Every part proudly displayed, every part ready and used for social bonding - "

R-ready. Please!

"-Shuh! N-mm...!"

Ready to pop. Elly -

"Oh, gosh."

"-uh?"

"I... got a little carried away."

N-no!

"N-uh! No! M-miss - !"

The sensation - Cheryl's fingers. G-gone! Gone from her privates. Caressing instead the underside of the black girl's arched tummy - palm and her remaining bare fingers... and, on the other side, continuing to lightly massage her butt, thighs and back.

"Pl-eease...!" Sobbing, pouting and angry eyes accusing - Elaine was a quivering, air-humping mess.

"Shh... it's okay." P-patted - ! "We need to wait, Sweetie. You got there much too fast, with all that talk. I didnt mean to get you so excited."

"Please..." Whispering... Elly slid up, rocked on her knees and elbows, tried to get the hand tantilizingly rubbing her stomach lower. Just a - a few inches, just for a moment...

"No."

Whap!

O-ow!

Her butt - a single, healthy swat - "Not yet, Elaine. Look at me."

Elly resentfully... the hand sliding down her buttcheeks, lower, when she looked over her shoulder, at Cheryl. N-Not touching beyond her thighs, it cupped the heat radiating off her genitals.

Her hanging breasts got a little bounce.

Elaine got a smile, and a gentle hair pull - arching her back, while Cheryl took in the ebony teen's face.

Cheryl touched her nose, sex-scented finger cot and bare middle finger brushing past her nostrils.

Her lips.

"You are pretty, Elly. Just... not the same, as other girls."

Cheryl's pale, perfectly proportioned features. Her face, framed and contrasted by naturally glossy, richly brown hair.

N-not the same. Not like Elly.

The colored girl looked down at the covers beneath her. Fears... t-tears... frustration, and deeper hurt.

"Elly... Elly, while we're waiting, I have to ask... before anything else happens - did you... do you like kissing your mom? I know it was embarrassing, being caught, but..."

Embarrassing?! I-it - ! Elly's diaphragm seized up at the mere mention, she -

"No! I... y-you," Cheryl - it was her fault! "You said I couldn't kiss Brand! Th-that I..."

"Calm down, Sweetie. It's okay." God, the patting! Infuriating, humiliating, demeaning - !

All that, and Elly still settled into a stupid pout.

"It's okay, I think I understand what you're saying - I do. You're being so patient. Mom's almost here - she was only a minute behind me."

"M-Mom...?" Elly, her throat involuntarily contracting, squeezed out a little girl voice. Dread, s-sick dread -

Cheryl laughed, and touched... tucked a strand of Elaine's straightened black hair behind her ear.

"Yes, Sweetie. You and your mom can... finish."

F-finish?!

"I promise. I... it was... awkward, interrupting, but we talked it over. Just to help you through your fight - Brand and I feel it will be okay."

"What...? Y-you... I..." Sputtering, Elly sat up, sat on her knees, feet splayed to either side of her hips, and -

The door opened.

Oh, god. Her mom was naked. Completely... naked.

"It's okay."

It's... no! Cheryl... Cheryl held her hand, while Elaine swayed, back and forth, and felt every part of her young body tense.

Felt her tight, secret spot seize up, knowing that Cheryl thought any of it was 'okay' for her, or her... h-her mom.

Her mom - the proud black woman that had raised Elly met her wide-eyed gaze for a moment, and dropped her eyes to the floor.

"See?" Brand nodded calmly. "We're all together on this, Nessie. Go on in."

I-in...! Elaine shrank back, she...

With a sharp sound, a slap to the negress's already injured buttock and a healthy jiggle and squeal, Elaine's unclothed mother hopped into her room.

Her space.

Naked.

Exposed, except for her arms folded over her full chest - holding some cloth bundle. Naked, except for an expansive black bush, glistening between her legs.

Elly nearly jumped herself when Cheryl touched her thigh. The white woman caressed her, palm sliding down...

Up.

"There's been enough fighting between you two." The door clicked shut. Suddenly too warm, suddenly trapped, Elly felt her breath come - fast and hard.

"You have something for her, Vanessa."

Vanessa... Elly's naked mom looked at the carefully stacked pile in her hands.

"I..."

"U-um, here." From half the room away, she offered what she had been clinging to. "This... this, um - "

"Come closer, Nessie." Cheryl's smiling, mild voice caused a ripple in the room. A shuffle of the older negress's feet. "What did you bring? We can't even see them, from here."

G-god. Every step her mom made forward, Elaine ineffectively shuffled back. Bunching her blanket with her long toes, shifting her butt -

"Here are your, um, p-panties back." Her mom was right in front of her. "W-washed. I washed..."

Holding out the female artifacts... god, circling a gusset with her thumb -

"Sorry."

Pathetic.

"I'm sorry I took them. I - I didn't mean to."

Elaine almost laughed through bitter teeth. Squirmed in her sheets as wildly conflicting feelings -

Didn't mean to?!

"Your... your clothes, from earlier, too" One glance at Elly's dark face, and her mother moved on hastily, "And your, um, s-swatter. You left... um, the bathroom..."

Offered over her bed, leaning over the mattress with her breasts swaying pendulously, Elly didn't take them. She didn't reach out, sh-she sat and -

"We're healing, Sweetie," Cheryl whispered, fingering a painful scratch on her forearm.

Elly... Elly shook her head, but allowed the white woman to prompt her hand up. Cheryl held her wrist, past the clothing, the swatter and panties, and -

Oh!

Guided, t-tricked by Cheryl, Elly held the soft flesh of her mother's... h-her feminine... her n-nipple and...!

The items in her mom's hands dropped, forgotten.

"It was really brave of you to come in here after what happened. Thank you, Vanessa."

Elly... shocked. Holding... t-touching...

"Elly..." Her mom's eyes squeezed shut.

G-god! Elly took her hand back. She, holding it at a distance -

Cheryl unfurled her legs, stretched them out and scooted to the edge of the bed.

"Up we go, Nessie."

A hand hooked around prompted... Elly's mother shook her head. She... thank god, she...

"Do what Miss Cheryl says," The white woman crooned playfully.

"We're fixing it."

The mattress depressed beside her. Her mother's weight, one knee up -

"We're getting past it. Okay?"

"It's okay," Brand agreed.

The teenager covered herself. Covered up her shame, and -

"No, no."

In an unspeakable little thrill that tightened her tummy, a horrible violation that shredded her modesty, Cheryl took Elly's blanket back off her thighs and touched... touched where her thigh j-joined with -

"Don't think too much. Like you were before, girls." The secretary patted the space between the black mother and daughter.

Elly flinched. Like they... like they were.

"Close."

N-neither woman moved. Neither could meet the other's eyes, haunted b-by -

"Vanessa," Elly jumped with her mom, as Brand's voice - "Now."

The power of his voice - and the guilt. Together, it was primal. Paternal authority.

"S-sorry."

Knees shimmied immediately. Cheryl's approving nod... shivers - she... n-nails, gently traced either woman's spine.

"Like I never interrupted. Just do what comes naturally to you girls."

Elly gasped, as hard fingernails... A soft hand completed the journey down her spine, all the way to her butt. A nice grab, a pull up and in...

Stiff nipples stretched, ached, seemed to reach out of their own accord and... and touch.

Kiss. Aureola puffed in arousal poked by firm, sensitive brown nipples.

Caressing, with the sway of natural breathing.

It was repulsive. Creepy crawlie - it made her skin shiver, it...

The lightest prompt from Cheryl got Elly closer. Got her more of what she needed.

She was on fire. It physically hurt, how badly she needed to release. To forget where she was, to instead...

Eyes closed, the implanted image of some perpetually naked tribal slut etched in the darkness behind Elaine's eyelids - smiling happily at Elly behind her shoulder, s-spreading her -

O-oh...

Cheryl was spreading her. Parting her buttcheeks, opening her tight flower.

And, opposite her, Elly heard a wet sound, felt and smelled h-her... the... the woman opposite her get opened.

O-oh.

The scent was heady. The sensation too much. Elly's breasts began sliding over the other woman's, the fantasy tribal girl behind her eyes. Her open mouth gasped, bobbed just out of reach - unwilling to make full contact, barely brushing against soft sweetness. A kiss that couldn't ever happen, knowing...

"Your turn." Cheryl's hands were replaced. Replaced on Elly's butt, by other hands. Female hands.

Dizzy. Disgusted. Elly squeezed her eyes shut harder, she -

Spread. Groped. God, it felt...

"Everything you want, is going to come from each other, girls. You're going to share, and help, and use your words, and kiss it better."

With the stern, caring tone of a kindergarten teacher, Cheryl -

"You're going to need each other."

Cheryl grabbed Elly's hands, and guided her to reciprocate. Smooth skin under her hands, and... ugh! Elaine was prompted to pull her mother's butt cheeks and genitals open.

"That's how you're going to learn."

Ooh! When she pulled, she got it back. Returned. Cool air against the heat of her anus, her bare genitalia.

"See?"

Gasping, closing in, pressed fully together, Elly's lips were practically always touching her... t-touching. She gasped, and didn't kiss.

She gasped, and her tongue snuck out of her open mouth to taste fresh air. To grasp, and stretch, with all her other muscles.

"FhmMM!"

The teenager's buttcrack nearly got split when she slipped her long tongue past lips and teeth, and into her own mother's wet mouth.

Latched on immediately, her mom sucked... fuh... fuh- sucked her involuntary reflex, wrapped it up with her strong lips and slurped Elly's stiff pink muscle straight back to squeeze between her tonsils.

"Mm-mm!"

Electricity. Stiff muscles moved on their own, trembling, smooth brown skin sliding and molding together, firm stomachs and soft breasts - the world tilted. Her firm buttcheeks pulled by strong hands, claws dug in, and her tongue too deep to be extracted, Elaine Lockley fell forward on top of her -

"MnNNh!"

Her mother.

With an audible pop, Elly extracted her tongue. Gasping for air, tongue still... still hanging, waggling in the air, she looked into her mother's eyes, distress mirroring her own.

"Oh... wow." Cheryl's laugh sounded a little sickened. "They really... it's really them, doing it."

God! How could she...? T-tears. Throbbing. Her mother's big eyes -

"It's okay," A heavy male hand rested on Elaine's back. "We talked about this. It's okay, Elly." Brand -

The black teenager couldn't bear to look up. To move from her awkward position, even if she was free of her... her lover's... her former lover's hand.

It was unspeakable. Horrible. It was humiliating! That it happened and worse - watched. Cheryl. Brand. How could they think it was okay, normal, that Elaine and her mom c-could -

"There, the hard part is over."

Over. God, please. Elly just wanted to wake up. Bubbling emotions, all trapped and bursting.

"You're almost getting along. No ghetto girl slapping or hitting." Gh-ghetto - had...? Elly was preppy, if anything. A good girl, sh-she -

"Fff..." B-biting her bottom lip, Elly...

A ****, slow undulation of her mother's torso beneath her, and a hip, thigh, pressed up... pressed hard against the black girl's mons. Oh, god - it was so hard. Lifting herself off, sh-she had to, she -

"That's it. Up we go." Brand's hand on her shoulder - "You can rub pussies later."

R-r-rub...?! The feeling of her mother's hairy wetness -

"Come on. Turn, Sweetie." Brand's hands... Cheryl touched her face sympathetically, stroked her jaw, and Elly turned - "Nessie, stay there. You'll get a good look in a moment."

A good - "Please... Brand... Ch-Cheryl..." Her mother's voice, to the side of Elly's knee.

A-and then Brand lifted a leg, up and over. "Please."

Her mother's whisper, directly between her legs. And below Elly's face, a thick thatch of curly black pubes, wet and pulsating and alive.

"I... I-I-" E-E-Elly -

"Just like we talked about." Cheryl's voice, at her ear. "Your body... your face... how you act around white people and your mom. You can be yourself. You don't have to pretend."

Wh-white...! "N-no!" Elly shook her head, lifted against Cheryl's - "I... i-it's not p-pr- "

"Shh... I know..." Cheryl soothed, and leaned on the hand petting Elly's hair - cutting her off and firmly planting the black girl's face in the soft warmth of her mom's hairy vagina.

"Eat, Elly."

"We know what you are, Nessie," Elaine barely heard Brand's voice over the roar of blood in her ears. The taste of femininity in her mouth, the texture of hair on her lips. "You love her so much..." Barely heard, but she felt him press her lower back down, her hips d-down to -

"B-Brand... puh-pleammf..."

"MmNh!" Elly squealed herself - her clitoris, her labia suddenly enveloped b-by... what she had waited for, needed - not some stolen humps, but wet lips and tongue flicking and kissing her most sensitive area. Her thighs tightened around the head between her legs and - watched! God! Watched, the colored girl pump-pumped her hips and sucked her cheeks hollow a-a-and screamed!

"Oh, um, w-wow. Brand..."

Lips covered, Elly raised her head -

A pair of strong calves above her **** Elly's young black face back into place.

"I... it's different actually seeing it. Even for black women th-that's... wow."

God! Somehow Elly felt her tempo increase under the awful observations. Her lips suckling... female, lesbian... her hips -

"Wow."

Hump!

Damn - damn her!

"Nh-mff!"

Damn...!

"Your daughter is a squirter, Nessie, when she really likes it. Do you know what that means?"

Oh... god. The wet slurping between her legs seemed to change pitch and increase in enthusiasm to signal some kind of affirmative a-and -

"GhMmp!!"

The p-pulling on Elly's clit intensified - almost too much, almost uncomfortable - pressure on all sides, the ultra sensitive nub stretching and releasing with her mother's bobbing.

"You're going to have to take it, Nessie."

O-oh!

"You're made for this. It's okay."

Oh, ff-fuh - !

"Don't let little Elly make a mess, now."

Elly couldn't h-help... furiously sucking her mom's engorged labia, she lifted her butt, and slap-slapped her pelvis down on her mom's face.

She exploded.

"GhMMm-uH!"

A minute... two of her mother's attention, spurts, jets of female ejaculate erupted from Elly's urethra, shaking with her butt, her scream, while her head was pinned by her mother's legs, her face m-mashed, "Mmh - !" And humped, "Mmh - Mmhh - Mnh!"

"Good lord!" Dimly, Elaine was aware of Cheryl fully hopping off the bed, dancing backwards.

"Open, Nessie!"

Tension pent up for hours and days, dammed - burst.

"Think of the bed spread. Swallow."

Christ! Elly's tummy twisted, shot. S-sorry! Her mom -

"There's a girl."

****, sputtering, the sound, the horrible sound of her mother's mouth filling with female squirt, splashing against her face, and gulping down her throat, echoed faintly between moans, over the constant rhythm of Elly's bed rocking.

The needy shocks wracking Elly's body slowly subsided - her jerking muscles, her tightened insides. Sh-she...

What... what...?

The calves wrapped around the back of Elly's head released her. Oxygen - she had barely breathed s-since...

M-movement. Cheryl took a tentative step forward, her hands clasped over her mouth.

"I'm sorry," Elly whispered to no one, her face dripping a-and -

"No... you did a good job."

Brand. Good -

"Good girl."

Brand, talking to her... or her mom... both o-or -

"You love her. That's all. You love her so much."

"It'll help if they imprint this. Remind them how much they love each other."

"A-a lot, it seems," Cheryl smiled wanly, but stepped...

T-touched Elly's hair. Flinching, Elly -

"It's okay. This is what we talked about - right, Sweetie?"

"No more fighting. You love your mom."

Low rumbles, murmurs further down the bed -

Elly got a kiss. A kiss between her legs. Long, and k-kind, not aggressive l-like -

"You like that. Kiss her back."

K-kiss... the fleshy black jungle beneath Elaine's face pulsed, opened.

"She kissed you. It's okay. Tell her you love her." Hands through her hair - Cheryl just sounded maternal. She had somehow left behind her queasy giggles a-and -

"You love your mom. You do. Be a good girl and say it."

"Almost over. You're almost there."

Elly c-couldn't **** the words past the lump in her throat. K-kiss. Couldn't, n-no matter what Cheryl, Brand -

"I'm sorry. I love you so... so much, Elly."

Warmth, wet love, enveloped the black girl's pubic mons, and slid down, slid -

"I - I love you, Mom." Elly blurted. Gasped, and wrapped her lips - and kissed.

Sick! God, it was sick. She was sick. B-but when... when it happened...

She loved... loved...

"It's okay." In the back, Brand was murmuring. Stroking Elly's injured butt soothingly while air, her mother's breathing, t-teased her hot skin. "Try a sniff, now. It'll stay in your mind, help you remember this, be a calm girl if you get mad."

"Just try it," Cheryl agreed, a-and gently wrapped her arms around the black girls naked shoulders.

Her mother's nose p-pressed against Elly's clit, sh-she...

"I-I love you, Sweetie. I l-l-love you, I love you, I..."

Oh, god. Tears streaming -

Sff...

"I love you too, Mom."

The words barely made it past her lips, but the heady s-smell -

Ss-ssfff...

"I love you, M-M-om..." **** on her words, no prompting, Elly - "Love... I'm sorry. I - I love..."

Cheryl quietly grabbed Elly's mom's ankles, pulled... angled...

The older negress's hairy butthole was right under Elaine's teen nose. One look i-into Cheryl's sensitive hazel eyes -

Elly put her head down.

S-sfff...

E-even closer, anal pubes tickling the depths of her nostrils...

SSff-ff -

Finally, a soft giggle above her. Sudden fire burned in Elly's cheeks. Cheryl - sh-she couldn't - !

The kisses started again. Warmer, harder. Soft, thick female lips on Elly's shaved vulva, wet licks and slurps -

"I m-love you sho... so much, Ehmm-lee." Choked tears in her mom's voice - choked, real feeling...

"Kiss her back," Cheryl smiled, and touched the back of Elly's head, a-and -

God... god help her. Elaine parted her lips.

"Perfect... good girls. You love each other." Brand - h-how could h-he...? He knew her, he knew...

Salty tears stained Elly's cheeks, her mom's thighs. Female love swirled with fearsome loathing as her lips latched on once more, s-sucked like she was trying to h-hurt the woman below her.

"It's safe, here. You're safe to love each other." Stop. S-stop -

Elly slipped her long tongue inside her mother's snatch, and screamed a little when her raw clit started getting an expert suck job between her mother's thick lips.

"Look at them. All these years... this was really my boss. And her-her daughter."