The Insatiable Holly Brown, Part 5

by Single Mom

Sarah Clements was the twelve year old daughter of Ruth Clements, a single mother who lived with her daughter in the Grant City Trailer Park. Ruth was part of what the town called trailer trash because she smoked, drank beer and got pregnant at age twelve by her thirteen year old brother. But in fact she was otherwise. Ruth had found Jesus several years ago, and was a rather straight laced Sunday school teacher who wore her hair in a bun on the back of her head, wore large dark rimmed glasses, long dresses, ugly, sensible shoes and she wouldn't say "Shit" if she were standing in it up to her neck. Helen eliminated Ruth as the source of Holly's advanced, sex education.

The most natural suspect was Ruth's daughter, Sarah, because of her closeness to Holly, but Holly was too far advanced in her sexual knowledge to have been taught by a twelve year old. Still, just to be sure, Helen felt that she had to find a way to get Sarah alone so that she could grill her. The opportunity came the following Saturday when Holly was off visiting her father and Sarah stopped by to "play." Sarah was wearing a very tight pair of yellow shorts that appeared to be painted on. Camel toes were showing in both the front and rear of the shorts. Initially, Helen considered the fact that perhaps Sarah stopped by because Holly had spilled the beans, so it was important that she tread lightly in an effort to maintain deniability.

Sarah appeared genuinely surprised and disappointed that Holly was off visiting her father for the entire weekend. Helen asked her if she'd like to come in for a glass of coke. Putting on her trailer park kid act, Sarah said, "Ain't you got no beer?"

Helen recovered quickly, and said, "Aren't you a little young for beer?"

"Nope. I'm twelve, and I already got my period," Sarah boasted.

"Oh, well then I guess that makes you a big girl, doesn't it?"

"Kinda," Sarah said, not wanting to give anything away. "Sometimes I do big girl stuff, though, like smoke cigarettes and drink beer."

"I see, and what other big girl things do you do?" Helen inquired cautiously.

"I . . . I'm not `sposed to tell," Sarah said, but it was obvious that she was dying to tell.

"I'll bet you do big girl things with big girl's, don't you?"

After a very long pause, Sarah said, "Maybe."

It suddenly became less important to discover the name of the culprit who was fucking her daughter, than it was to make love to this beautiful young girl. She had been skirting around the word pedophile all week, but suddenly she welcomed it. It wasn't just the tight yellow shorts that made her mouth water, or the pouty lips, or the soft, rounded buttocks, or the cherubs face, it was the complete, total innocence of youth. By Biblical law, they were old enough to enjoy the pleasure of sex. The Bible was full of young girl's and adult's, so why would modern man deny them their God given pleasures?

Despite her best efforts not to, Helen reached out and placed the palm of her hand on Sarah's crotch, her middle finger pressed against the young girl's vaginal crease. Sarah flinched momentarily, then spread her legs to give Helen better access, which Helen rightly took as permission to go further. "Do you like that?" Helen asked.

"Uh-huh, Sarah grunted, then leaving little doubt, she clamped her legs closed, trapping Helen's hand between her thighs.

Helen leaned in and kissed Sarah, taking the girl's puffy lower lip in her mouth and sucking on it before she slipped her tongue into the child's mouth. Sarah responded by sucking on Helen's tongue as if it were a small penis, much as Holly had done. Helen knew that both Sarah and Holly had been taught by an expert. The kissing went on for what seemed like forever, sucking on tongues, chewing on lips, and exchanging saliva. Helen began to lick the girl's chin and neck, much as a mother cat would bath her kitten. Sarah said, "Are we gonna fuck?"

Helen slipped her fingers under the waist band of Sarah's tight yellow shorts and panties, and tugged both down over her hips and ass and down her legs to her feet, where she removed Sarah's shoes and socks.

The young girl began to moan and thrust her hips in anticipation of what would come next. But Helen surprised her by taking her right foot in her hands and began sucking on Sarah's toes. First the large one, then each in turn, working her way down to the small one, licking between each as she went. Sarah's back arched, her legs trembled, and she curled her feet as Helen began to lick the soles, back to the girl's heel, then up the side, over her ankle to her inner thigh.

Sarah was twisting and turning as she gripped the sofa cushions, hanging on for dear life as Helen's tongue traced a wet trail up to her now wet pussy, sparsely scattered blonde pubic hair. When Helen's tongue touched Sarah's outer labia, her thighs flew open, presenting herself to her best friend's mother.

Helen used her thumbs to part Sarah's inner labia. She began by licking between the wet, swollen labia up to the child's throbbing clitoris, then down to her sphincter which was expanding and contracting in an attempt to draw in the wet tongue that was pressed against it. Sarah entwined her fingers in Helen's hair and held Helen's face pressed against her wet vagina. Sarah was no virgin by any means, but this was her friend's mother, someone that she had known and admired for some time. And this was Helen's living room, Helen's sofa, not a narrow bed in the camper in a busy parking lot, which she had to share with Holly.

Sarah lay on her back, her head propped against the back of the sofa, her arms around her legs, and behind her knees, holding her legs up and open, giving Helen a birds eye view of her young pussy and ass hole. Sarah waited anxiously, while Helen, peering at the young girl's pudendum, from clitoris to anus, began to tremble with excitement, her own juices soaking her panties and running down her thighs. She held Sarah's buttocks in her hands, lifting and holding them at just the right angel as she burried her face in the wetness, coating her nose, lips cheeks and chin with Sarah's juices.

Sarah, enjoying the freedom to let her pleasure be known in the privacy of Helen's home, began to moan and cry out with excitement. "Fuck me ! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she pleaded when she felt the tip of Helen's tongue press against her sphincter. Helen wet her finger with Sarah's own juices, then pressed her middle finger against Sarah's tight sphincter muscle. She pushed gently, twisting and turning until she felt the tip of her finger pop through Sarah's sphincter and into her bowels.

Helen lost it, as she did when fucking her own daughter. Any doubts or inhibitions she may have had initially, soon disappeared as she plunged her finger in and out of Sarah's rectum. She covered Sarah's clitoris and urethra with her mouth and flicked at Sarah's swollen clitoris with her tongue, causing Sarah to buck and thrust wildly while drumming her heels into Helen's back and screaming her pleasure.

Helen was soon rewarded by the force of Sarah's gushing orgasm filling her mouth, raising her excitement level to a height never felt before, causing her to tremble through her own orgasm.

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As usual, Helen was feeling the guilt of passion spent. This was not only a child, but the best friend, and perhaps a lover of her daughter. It took more then the usual five minutes to get over the guilt, but get over it she did. She handed Sarah the phone and instructed her to call her mother and ask if she could sleep over tonight. After asking to speak to Helen, Ruth agreed.

Spending the entire night in a king size bed with a grown woman was beyond Sarah's fondest wishes. It could only be more exciting if Holly were here to share it all with her. The very idea that Holly might be fucking her own mother only added to Sarah's excitement, and Sarah was suddenly sure that Holly was indeed fucking her mother.

After their initial love making on the sofa, Helen and Sarah showered together, with particular attention being paid to those special parts. Helen used a liquid bath soap and a sponge to apply a heavy lather to both her and her young lover. Helen leaned back against the shower wall, gripping the towel bar for support, she spread her legs for most of the length of the tub then reached down and folded Sarah's hand, placing Sarah's thumb in her palm. Holding her legs as far apart as she could, she positioned Sarah's hand at the opening of her vagina, and gripping Sarah's wrist, told the young girl to, "fuck me."

Sarah stared in amazment as her hand slowly disappeared into Helen's vagina. This was something that she never heard of, much less done before. It was not something that Terri Breen had ever asked her to do. Helen held on to the towel bar for support while thrusting her hips, expanding and contracting her pussy muscles. Sarah felt as if her hand was being sucked in by the corrugated ridges in Helen's vagina.

Sarah's only wish was to satisfy her lover, but she soon became caught up in Helen's sexual excitement, in Helen's wild thrusting, in her strained expression, her wide eyes and gaping mouth, in her guttural sounds. Sarah took great joy in her ability to cause such a reaction in an adult. It gave her a feeling of power like she'd never had before. Struggling to gain traction in the soapy tub, Sarah reached between Helens legs and inserted a finger in Helen's rectum, while she pistoned her hand in and out of Helen's vagina.

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They, woman and child, lay naked on a beach towel spread out on Helen's king size bed. Hearts pounding, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat and soapy water, thighs and pussies wet with cum. Resting up for what promised to be a full night of fucking in the king size bed.

It was ten am when Helen awoke to the sound of the front door coming open and Holly calling out, "Mom, I'm home."

"I'm in the bedroom sweetie, come in and give mother a big kiss." Helen answered.