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“You’re not a monster,” I hissed, holding her with all my strength, wanting to squeeze the pain from her, “I’m the monster, Diamond; I killed your mother, I perky dragged you from her love and into a hateful world.” “It’s not the world, it’s me!” Diamond whispered, her nails digging into my back, “You should’ve let me cut it off!” “No!” I yelled, unable to keep the forcefulness from my teen voice. “I know you think it’s wrong; I heard you what you said last night.” Diamond said, pleading with me, “We can both do it, together, and become like everyone else. Then they’ll love us.” “I love you, Diamond,” I breathed, my daughter’s pain torturing me, “I love you more than you can ever know.” “No, you don’t,” Diamond croaked, her voice ragged, “you think I’m an abomination!” “I was wrong,” I whispered, my voice barely yielding, “I was so wrong, Diamond. You’re beautiful just the way you were born, perfect just the way you born.” “You think I’m disgusting,” Diamond whimpered, “that’s why you think it’s wrong to love me.” “What?” I said, pulling her from my shoulder, seeing the perfect portrait of grief she displayed for me. Her sparkling freckles glinted brighter with her tears, her apple cheeks were rosy with her anguish, her emerald eyes were filmed and red, and her ruby lips were quivering. “You said sex is the physical expression of love,” Diamond sniffled, “but you won’t love me, because you think it’s wrong.” I cupped my daughter on the cheek, wiping away her tears with my thumb, seeing her beauty shine brighter once the pain was dried from it. Where was the voice of disgust, telling me that I was depraved? Where was the pious nun, damning me for my perverse desires? Diamond was a babe of my own loins, a woman of my flesh and blood, and I wanted her. I wanted her even more because of pussy it. The nun in me had almost let my daughter mutilate herself, but the Passion in me would show her pleasures she couldn’t imagine. I would love my baby as the daughter she was, and the woman she’d always been. As Passion had done with her children, so I would do with mine. “It’s not wrong, Diamond,” I smiled, pulling her face closer to mine, cupping both her cheeks in my palms, “I was wrong, baby; I was so wrong.” “Do you want to love me?” Diamond whispered, her emerald eyes brimming. “Yes,” I breathed onto her lips, feeling my heart thumping with yearning, “do you want to love me?” “Yes.” Diamond said, the words barely a gasp from her mouth. I pulled her face tenderly to mine, and abandoned the last of my old self to the lips of my daughter. I breathed sharply through my nose as her tongue pushed into my mouth, tensing with the last echoes of my piety, before letting the languidness of lust guide my motions. I slid my tongue atop hers, and playfully guided her kiss, instructing her gently in the way only a mother can. Our lips consumed with soft hedonism, our bodies pressed riding together, and our hearts thumped to the same cadence of anticipation. I climbed to my feet and grasped the supple fat of my daughter’s backside, feeling her melt into me as my fingers sank into her. I picked her up, and smiled around her kissing lips as she wrapped her legs about me, her need pressing hard against my abdomen, mine pressing right alongside hers. I caught a glimpse of Lucilla behind my daughter’s face, and saw that she was wiping tears from a beaming face. She entangled fingers with my daughter, and the three of us walked into the soft candlelight of the bedroom. DIAMOND Mom was a great kisser. Her tongue placated my every desire, her soft lips pillowed against mine, her flavor soaked its love onto my needful palate. She taught me how to kiss her back with the wet motions of her mouth, and I followed her lustful instructions until we moved gracefully within each other. She laid me on the bed, and her hands moved to the hem of my dress. She broke our kiss for only a moment as the fabric pulled over my face, and I urgently brought our mouths back together once I was laid bare. She pressed her nakedness on top of mine, our breasts squishing delectably, our bellies forming a layer of warmth, our thighs interlocked, and our members pressing together, throbbing their desire. Her hands caressed me along Hardcore the collar, her fingertips trailing soft fire upon my flesh. I can't just leave things this way. “What did she do?” I asked. Austin and I looked at each other, completely shocked and no clues to why he was here. Mark's tongue darted out toward my asshole, licking the tender flesh. “No Carrie, please don’t do this.” I pleaded. Both brothers were out stone-cold and Emmitt reached for his pocket knife. She began rubbing her clut as a fucked her. Fuck, I wish I could stay and watch you for a bit but master perky always likes it when I suck his cock as he watches the new girl get ‘Mindfucked’.” I’ll be back when its over okay honey, have fun. I groaned as I slapped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. His legs felt weak and he imagined that she was actually holding him up by her lips as her mouth and hand worked their delicious magic on him. Since leaving them she had never really been satisfied with any of her boyfriends. Lucy raised her head as she asked, “What did you say to him?” "I don't know..." I learnt back on the wall, pulling my gaze teen from the pussy lustful sight. “Yes, Harry. Peaking through some bushes I see what must have been a pitched battle, but now was an impromptu camp. My little treasure is still out cold underneath the sheets. “I think you damn know well the answer to that one,” Hardcore I reassured her. She turns her attention riding back to my stiffie and pulls back on it, bringing the head to her lips. She’s lookin’ fine.” He pulled a knife, flashing it in front of him. "Oh my god daddy!" And thank you for apologizing….