That year in 1999, the cold had snapped into season. A log cabin outside the city was glowing with the light of its fireplace, and outside, a car waited with a ticket to stardom. A figure approached the house, dressed head to toe in cloth, her identity unclear in the pale blue moon light. She carried a baby with her in her arms.
She finally arrived at the doorstep. She glanced around her through the thick falling snow, glanced from the child – who looked to be about to wakeup – to her car, its engine running idle. She took a deep breath, and saw a future for her, and a future for her child; but the two futures would not meet.
She left the child on the doorstep, and sprinted away to her car. She was down the road before the child had begun to cry, and when the cabin door opened, it was like no one had ever been there. The environment was peaceful, except for the crying orphan.
The married couple who answered the door were sweaty, barely dressed, and out of breath. They were a strange couple; rather devious looking, and when they looked down at their gift, they smiled devilishly.
The Actor to be had hoped for a normal family, a normal future for her daughter, but she would receive none of it; for the couple she was gifted too was far from normal. By pure chance alone, a man and a woman were married, each harboring a terrible series of secrets they hoped to keep from each other forever in order to live happily. Much to their surprise, they had more in common than they knew. They had been constantly making love for weeks, enjoying their forbidden fetishes, wishing harder than ever for an opportunity.
The woman picked up to the child and accepted her, and while the child wept, the couple kissed with new found passion. All the fantasy, all the dirty talk, the roleplay, the depraved talks could be made real. But how to do it? How to raise the perfect toy?
They didn’t want to hurt her; they didn’t consider what they wanted abuse. It most certainly was, but they had talked themselves out of those words. In their eyes, in their depravity, sex was only love and happiness and something to be enjoyed as much as possible, with everyone they could. The lies they had begun to tell themselves would guide them through their long, tedious plan.
The couple were also atheists. Each of their parents had forced religion upon them; shamed them in their youth for all of their primal desires. But they understood religions power more than anyone; how it spreads, how it causes conformity, how it persists and locks a person into a particular kind of thinking, unable to be swayed by any words from others.
So they constructed a religion; they created a bible, with hymns and verses, hell and heaven, gods and prophets, commandments and decrees. Every word was carefully constructed to mold their daughter into their desired construction. They wanted submission, but eager submission. They wanted perversion, but pure and unashamed enjoyment. They wanted her mind to be filled and fitted with a sex-drive unlike any other; their plans spanned years, they worked through them for months, fucking and writing and acting out each verse by the fireplace, any old or wrong note tossed into the fire. There had never been anyone more perverted, no act had ever been done with more deviance, there had never been a greater delusion than this.
First, obviously, they must not be caught. Hell must be feared, the public must be avoided, the depravity must be constant but hidden away unless with her own kind. For quite a few years, everything seemed normal. They named her Amber after the fireplace by which the couple had made love just before finding her, and for her red hair. Her skin was pale and with a few freckles. One day, they would begin the process.
It all started in the shower, where her mother would bathe with her daughter. Even though she was far too old for it, Amber still sucked on her mothers breasts, but they hadn’t produced any milk in a long time. The Mother was shaking with excitement as she stepped into the bath with her 9 year old daughter, who had just started puberty.
Amber loved to suck on her mothers nipples. She wasn’t sure why, maybe it was just habit. For years, her mother had been squirming and her pussy would tingle under the hot water. She knew she could not touch herself until the right time or face her husbands very particular wrath; and was eager to finally do it. Her first time having fun with her dearest Amber.
Once she had finished cleaning and soaping Amber, the two relaxed as they normally did by laying in the water, Amber laying on top of her mother, sucking away, unknowingly teasing her mother to the bone. Today was also the first day the cameras in every room would roll – the process would start.
Slowly, her Mother reached down into the water, finally able to touch herself after years of waiting. It felt so good, she shuddered and shook. Amber looked up, but her Mother gave her a reassuring smile, and pushed her head down again.
“Suck harder honey.” Mother ordered.
“Yes Mommy.” She answered. They had long taught her obedience. She sucked on her nipples harder than usual, knowing what they had taught her about disobedient children.
“You know that sucking on Mommy’s nipples makes her feel good right honey?” She asked.
“Yes Mommy.” Amber answered, with a smile. She enjoyed making Mommy happy.
Mother began to finger herself, enjoying the young, sweet tongue on her nipples. It was totally different to her husbands tongue, it was gentle and small, almost more eager and pure than anything else; she seemed completely engrossed in her task.
Despite all of Mothers heavy breathing and shuddering, Amber obeyed and kept suckling as Mother fingered herself. Daddy watched from the crack of the bathroom door, both of them playing with themselves, shaking and shuddering with adrenaline. It was finally here; they could finally start.
She moaned, her daughter right there, hugging and sucking her. It was too much, she couldn’t help but buck her hips and orgasm wildly. She didn’t hold back her moans, she let it all out, but Amber obeyed, and kept sucking her nipples all the way through her orgasm.
And so, everyday, mother would masturbate with her daughter sucking on her nipples. It began to be so normal, she even taught Amber to switch from nipple to nipple, to swirl her tongue around her nipples, to suck one and pinch the other, until a month later when it was time for the next step.
This time Mother positioned her daughter to be laying on her back. She was laying across her mother in the bath, this wasn’t what they usually did in the shower each morning. Amber’s head was just below her Mother’s head, she could feel her Mothers huge tits on her back. Her legs were spread just like her mothers, her little skinny body mirroring her.
Mother reached down past her daughters young, innocent pussy, playing with herself just as she always did. Amber said nothing, simply sitting their, staring down but only able to see her own little bald slit.
Mother began to pinch her daughters nipples with her fingers, getting them wet with her spit and pulling on her tiny budding breasts. Amber began to hump; just a little. Her hips moved in little circles. Mother watched her hands carefully, listened to her heavy breathing.
Her hands moved; it was happening! Her little tiny hands moved down her stomach, past her belly button, and softly touched herself. She gave a sweet little gasp, a tiny hint of a moan. Her hand moved fast, exploring this new feeling. Amber and her mother moaned together, their hot bodies rubbing together as they squirmed, Mother smiling and shaking with perversion.
Amber imitated her mother. Rubbing in circles, she watched her mothers wrist carefully, speeding up and slowing down in step with her. She gasped and moaned; the new pleasure was so intense, she found herself struggling to keep up with it. Her body convulsed and humped, holding her mother tight. Her first orgasm was fast approaching.
“Mommy… Mommyyy!!” She moaned. The sound lf her moans was like a sweet, dirty melody. Mother listened to it carefully – enjoying the forbidden sounds, the forbidden sight, orgasming herself with the pure sexuality she had just witnessed.
That night after Amber had been tucked in, Daddy and Mommy fucked all night in celebration. They were animals, the forest outside faintly echoing the moans that poured out the winter. Daddy fucked her in everyway possible, they would cum together and rest, just to start talking about what they had done, and start fucking once again.
The next morning, Mother hoped to do it again. As she woke her daughter, she pulled back the shifting covers to find her furiously fingering herself on her side, her bed wet. She stopped and stared at Mother, towering, naked above her. She wondered if she would be angry.
Mother joined her in bed, spooning her, and the two fingered themselves together again and again. It was clear to mother they could proceed much faster than they thought – if only she can convince her very careful husband to move the schedule up, she could soon be tasting her little pussy as much as she wants; kissing her, making her orgasm as much as her little body could take.
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