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"Baby?"
"Yes, mother?"
"I want to help you find what's troubling you." Margaret's voice was directed to her daughter, but her gaze was turned outside the window. "Ok, dear?"
"Ok, mom."
"Kendra, I want you to lie down and go to sleep. I want you to feel that it is bedtime, and experience the world of sleep as you have been the last few nights.
Kendra stepped away from her mother, and stretched across the bed. She was perfectly on her back, and folded her arms gently across her stomach. Her blouse hung open, and her breasts heaved gently to her sides as far as her silky bra would allow.
Margaret watched Kendra's beautiful eyes close and her lips part slightly. She then turned again to the window, noting a dozen or so young boys playing in the courtyard.
It was only a few moments before Kendra was deep in sleep. Her breasts heaved with slight breath. Her knees turned slightly outward from lack of tension. And her fingers lay limply across the olive skin of her stomach. Margaret took in the beauty of her daughter. She gazed upon her as Kendra slept quietly. She watched with a caring, prideful face at the sexy wonder to which she had given life.
A good amount of time went by. Then, Kendra's fingers twitched. "Ooo..." Kendra moaned very softly, with more whisper than tone. Her right hand slid down her abdomen. Her index finger extended, and pressed against the silk covering the folds of her pussy.
Margaret leaned forward, and whispered softly. "Go forward, baby... satisfy your yearnings..."
Kendra rose form the bed. Her eyes opened, but started with the glaze of oblivion. Margaret stood in front of her.
"Come... come.. " she motioned with her hands and spoke quietly. Kendra followed her mother out of the bedroom. "Outside... you must go outside..."
Kendra didn't speak a word. She didn't give a look. She didn't look at her near naked state, she didn't re- button her blouse. Instead, she went out the doorwall that Margaret had opened.
Kendra walked into the square. In a matter of seconds, the young boys turned to her. Their eyes immediately detected her panties, and the long olive-skinned legs. Kendra's eyes were open, but started blankly ahead with no particular focus.
The boys expected her to say something. They expected her to somehow explain the fact she was walking around outside half-naked. But they really didn't care... that crotch... that cunt... They felt a simultaneous hard-on at the sight of her hips moving slowly towards them. They knew who she was. They had noticed her firm, sexy shape with the fervor of budding sexual interest. They all ogled Kendra whenever she walked by, and showered her with luscious stares when she graced the confines in a small, feminine bikini. But this was her bra and panties. The meaning, the secretness, the forbidden nature of the lace and silk that covered those precious parts. Oh God, this clearest image they could hope for of what it would be like to fuck her. Not that fucking was entirely the action they conceived of, they were almost too young for that. All that mattered was this beautiful woman in her underwear. The sight was enough.
Margaret smiled as the boys froze in their places and admired her beautiful, mesmerizing daughter.
She was so hot! Her perfect legs gleamed a few feet from them now. The delicate, sheer white panties. The open, tight blue blouse at her sides and the gorgeous bumps of flesh straining in the smooth whiteness of her bra. The boys trained their eyes, hoping for the slightest glimpse of the dark hair marking the spot of ultimate pleasure.
It was there.
The boys managed to break their gaze after a deep look and momentarily check each other's reactions.
Kendra had stopped in the middle of the square. She brought her right hand between her breasts, and seemed to stare off into an invisible distance.
A young boy was only a few inches from her. Only a few inches from the white of her delicate panties. He looked at Kendra's face, and discovered a boldness born of his want for her and her apparent lack of the situation.
He touched her pussy.
Kendra was oblivious to his denting fingers. The tips wedged slightly inside her, stopped only by the sheer fabric. The rest of the boys gasped with awe and excitement.
"She's totally gone, man!"
"What's wrong with her?"
"I don't know!" the boy continued rubbing his fingers in her warm slit. He began massaging her thigh with the other. Kendra parted her lips, and slowly bounced her hip with his rhythm.
The boys stood watching. They were afraid to join. They figured she would snap to at any second. Kendra's panties moved up and down with the lone boy's rubbing, offering slight glimpses of her naked pussy beneath. She still seemed undisturbed. Her body had stopped, and her eyes had closed. But she made no motion to escape the groping boy's touch.
"Touch her tits!" one of the boys whispered. The brave one lifted his hand up her unbuttoned blouse. He watched her, waiting for any sign of awakening. His shaking fingers closed on the clasp. he struggled with it as he tried to undo it with his fingertips. He feared any touch of strength would surly wake her. But his frustrated lust quickly kicked in, and he pressed his hands against her soft breasts, undoing the clasp once he gained the courage to bring his other hand to her chest. The bra snapped away with a jerk. A moment of fear spread through the boy. Then a moment of worship. Kendra's breasts were exposed.
"Oh, wow!" the boy exclaimed as he started at the smooth, curved, olive flesh. Kendra's breasts bared themselves before the collection. Her nipples poked into the afternoon air. They seemed so delicate... so pink and innocent. It didn't take long for the boy to touch one. It sprung to erection under his touch, responding with the rest of her body. The boy looked over his shoulder at his companions. They nodded at him, urging him to continue his exploration. Had he looked to a certain window, he would have seen Margaret nodding, also urging him to continue his exploration. The boy turned back to look at Kendra. At this point, his eyes couldn't be away from this woman for more than a second. His breath grew heavier as he eyed the round, fleshy shapes. His heart pounded at the sight of a few scattered freckles and the slight jiggling of her breath. He opened his hands, and rested them ever-so-gently on her breasts. With no start or concern from Kendra, he decided to take them fully into his hands. His confidence was assured. He squeezed the tender flesh in his young fingers as he circled his thumbs over her nipples. Her flesh was so soft, almost gooey in texture. The boy's head felt rushed, and he closed his eyes.
The other boys could hold out no longer. They sprang upon her. They groped, touched, and tasted any spot of her exposed flesh they could reach. Kendra bounced between them as small fingers slipped in her panties and brushed against her cunt. Her breasts mushed against the shorter boys' heads.
Margaret gripped the curtains. She watched with widening eyes as the exploration of her daughter progressed. She began whispering quietly to herself. "Fuck her... fuck my baby..."
"What are you doing?" One of the boys noticed a companion undoing his pants.
"What else? I'm going to fuck her!"
Margaret leaned her head back with the sound. "Oh, yes..."
The other boys all sported bulges in their pants, but seemed to lack the courage of the aggressive one. He was the first to touch her. He was the first to rub her. Now he would be the first to have sex with her.
"Come on, get her to lie down..." he ordered his friends.
They tugged on Kendra's arms, and she obediently sat on the concrete. The boys resumed rubbing her breasts and taking quick kisses on her nipples. The aggressive boy waved them off, and now stood alone with the beautiful, adult woman. He was in his underwear, and his straining penis was apparent to the crowd. He knelt between Kendra's legs, and rested her head against the concrete. He moved his hands to her panties, all the while watching her face for a sign of movement. She didn't respond as he began sliding the silky covering down her legs.
"Look at her pussy!"
The boys huddled closer as they tried to glimpse Kendra's most feminine area. The boy pulled off his underwear, flopping his young erect penis into view.
"Do you know how to do it?" one of the boys asked.
"Of course I do!" he replied. But he struggled at first. He tried to move his penis into her, he tried to penetrate her. But he kept missing and re-positioning his body. Margaret watched with shortness of breath. She was about ready to run out there and teach the boy. But then he succeeded.
"Oohh.." he breathed instinctively as he felt his cock surrounded by the warm moistness of Kendra's cunt.
The boys watched in disbelief as they watched the fuck- in-progress. They boy's ass humped slowly, but picked up speed as he gained more confidence. Soft "Oohs" emerged from his lips as he penetrated his sexy neighbor.
Kendra's eyes were still closed, but her lips were smiling. Her body rocked back and forth with the erratic thrusts.
"Your sperm... your sperm..." Margaret whispered to herself. "Fill my baby with your boyish sperm." She wondered if the lad was developed enough for that.
Kendra's legs were open just enough for the boy to gain access to her pussy. Her half-pulled down panties prevented further widening, despite the stretching they were undergoing.
"Get off of her!"
The boys hadn't seen the man running up behind them. Margaret hadn't seen him, either.
With one arm the man lifted the naked boy off of Kendra. He didn't say another word to the children. He knelt down, and slid his hands under Kendra's smooth body. He lifted her into his arms, holding her under her knees and under her arms.
Margaret noticed her daughter's pussy was still visible past the panties. She looked so beautiful in the mans arms with her legs pressed together and her head draped to the side.
"Damn!" she realized the man was returning her home! He must know Kendra and where she lives! Margaret jumped on the couch and shut her eyes. She pretended to be asleep as the doorwall opened and the man entered with her daughter.
The stranger rested Kendra into the recliner. He looked back at Margaret, and believed her asleep. Margaret watched his hands move to Kendra's panties and begin sliding the fabric up. Is he going to touch her? She wondered. Touch her... touch my daughter's pussy...
The man snapped the elastic around Kendra's waist, but didn't touch her. He did pretty much the same with her bra. He re-clasped the silken garment, but only allowed his fingers to brush against Kendra's soft breasts. he didn't grope, he didn't nibble, and he didn't rub. What kind of a man could resist my daughter!!! Margaret thought to herself.
"Umm, ma'am?"
Margaret pretended to awake with the stranger's voice.
"Oh, my God!" she leapt up with a start. "Are you raping my daughter?"
"Oh no, oh gosh no! She was sleepwaking outside. I thought I'd better bring her in."
"How'd she get undressed? Did you do that to her?"
"No, I swear I didn't. She was already like that. Look, I'm a friend of hers and Mark's. My name is Alan."Margaret thanked Alan for saving Kendra from embarrassment. She eyed the young man for any "extra" looks her daughter's way. After all, she was still mostly nude. The majority of her breasts were visible. Her legs, thighs, hips, and stomach were all visible. But Alan didn't look again in Kendra's direction. They spoke a few moments, then Alan excused himself. He headed for the doorwall.
"I'm sure I'll see more of you." he said.
"Yes, I'm sure. And you'll see more of Kendra, too."
Alan looked towards Kendra. Got him! Margaret proclaimed to herself. The look lingered a bit longer than a casual one would have. He was enjoying her breasts. and her legs. He couldn't resist her daughter!

Kendra slept normally for the rest of the afternoon. When she finally woke up, she rose to her feet still lacking any concern for her exposed state. Margaret never left her seat. She eyes Kendra's body the entire time she slept, and now followed her daughter's movements to the bedroom.
"Mark will be home soon. I'd better get dressed." She buttoned up her blouse and put her cut-off shorts back on. She gave no indication of knowing what happened outside. She didn't look out the window to see if the young boy that was having intercourse with her was still around. For all apparent signs, she ignorant of the event.
Mark came home about seven. He kissed and hugged his fiancee as she prepared dinner. he longed to love her again like he did a few days before. But her mother was here now, and that certainly couldn't happen!
After dinner, Margaret returned to the subject at hand.
"Mark, I would like to put Kendra under hypnosis."
"Really? You think that's the answer?"
"Do you really have to do that, mother?"
"I think it's the best next step. I've spoken with both of you, and haven't heard anything that seems out of the ordinary. If I can be allowed to hypnotize my daughter, I'm sure we can get to the bottom of this."
Mark was the first to reply. "If you think it will work, I have no problem with it."
"Um, Mark, mom, I don't know if that's such a good idea."
"Why not?" Margaret asked.
"I'm scared. I don't know, I'd be uncomfortable."
"Kendra, dear, there's nothing to worry about. It's perfectly safe. And you won't say anything that you really don't want to. is that it? Is there something you didn't tell me earlier?"
Kendra looked at Mark. "No, nothing. I'm just a little embarrassed."
"Don't be silly, dear. We love you. we want to help you."
Mark took Kendra's hand. "It'll be ok, honey. And it could really help us."
Kendra still seemed uneasy, but nodded her agreement. "Ok. Let's do it."

"Ok, Kendra, picture yourself falling asleep. Picture yourself in your warm bed, comfortable and happy, and eager to get some rest. Are you doing that?"
They were in the bedroom. Kendra was stretched out on the bed. Margaret sat in the chair next to the small desk they had in the corner. Mark stood next to Margaret, too nervous to sit.
"Yes." Kendra's body was still. Her lips barely moved with the answer.
"Ok, good. Now tell what you're feeling..."
"Sleepy... so sleepy...."
"Ok... that's good. Let your body relax as if it was falling asleep, but you will remain awake. You will continue talking to us..."
Kendra's head fell a bit to her side. The last bit of tension in her body had been released.
"Are you still with us, Kendra?"
"Yes."
"How does the sleep feel?"
"Good... very good..."
"Ok. Now imagine you have been asleep for awhile. You are dreaming, feeling content, and getting rested. The hours of the night are starting to roll by. Picture that Kendra... now, if you start to feel anything uncomfortable, go ahead and say it. If you feel there is anything you need to do, go ahead and tell us?.... Ok, your in deep sleep now, but still able to talk with us... the world is gone from your mind... you are alone in your thoughts..."
"MMMM!" Kendra moaned, almost with pain.
"What is it Kendra. Are you feeling something?'
"Yes..."
"Is it uncomfortable to you?"
"Yes."
"What is it?'
"It's my pussy."
Mark looked at Margaret. She seemed unfazed by her daughter's use of the word.
"What's wrong with your pussy?"
"It hurts..." her voice was almost childlike, and definitely near tears.
Mark leaned forward, realizing the answer was near. He partly feared it, but knew the issue had to be resolved. Was it a sexual dysfunction? Was she a sex addict? Or the worst case... was he not satisfying her?
"Do you know how to make it stop hurting, Kendra?"
"No." she wailed.
Kendra's hand cupped her crotch, oh that beautiful crotch! Mark thought. She rubbed herself while the rest of her body remained still. Mark felt his penis swell, but concentrated on the instructions Margaret gave her.
"Does touching yourself help, Kendra. Does it help your pussy?"
"Yes... a little. "
"Ok, Kendra. What do you normally do when your pussy hurts like this?'
Kendra didn't answer. She sat up in the couch, and slowly opened her eyes. They were still glazed over. She was in her sleepwalk...
Mark and Margaret watched as Kendra stood up, and walked to the wicker chair next to the bed. It's armrests where thin, tubular curves of wood. Kendra straddled one of them, pressing her crotch against the wood.
Mark felt himself continue to grow hard as he watched his fiancee' start bucking on the wooden chair. The wood was wedged between her jeans shorts, her long olive legs jiggled as she quickly thrust up and down on the armrest.
"Does that make your pussy feel good?" Margaret asked. Mark was amazed at her composure. She was watching her daughter masturbate. Mark had no problem with it, in fact, he enjoyed it. But most mothers wouldn't be crazy about the idea.
"Ohh. It makes it feel soo good. So good."
"Wouldn't you prefer Mark's penis in your pussy?"
"No! No!"
"Why not?"
Kendra started crying as she continued humping the chair.
"Come on, Kendra. Tell us... Don't you like sex?"
"I love sex!" she wailed.
"Don't you want Mark to put his penis in you?"
Mark felt a jolt of fear with the question. What if she said no again? What if she didn't want him? Oh God, it was the worst!
"Go on, Mark, go!" Margaret answered for her daughter. But he was confused by her command.
Mark turned towards Margaret. What?"
`Go! Put your penis in her. Fuck her."
"Here? Now?"
"Do it!" Margaret whispered sternly. her tone was enough. Mark unzipped his pants.
"Kendra, Mark is going to put his penis in you, Ok?"
"Ok."
Mark pulled Kendra's still humping hips from the chair. She finally relaxed as he undid her shorts. Mark pulled them down, stopping momentarily as he eyed her beautiful crotch. He loved the way her legs formed a `V' at her cunt. He loved the white, lacy panties and the delicate beauty they created between her legs and up to her hips. They were wet now, Kendra's rubbing against the chair once again heightened her sexual arousal. The sight helped him forget the presence of Margaret. he didn't look back at her. He didn't see the intense, almost obsessive look in Margaret's eyes.
She didn't need the closet. She was in the room. She was actually in the room where her daughter was being fucked! Her beautiful, sweet, sexy daughter was going to be fucked!
Mark had to leave the shorts wrapped around her feet. Her tranced body didn't think to step out of them. Mark slid hand along her leg, and softly kissed her panties. He slid them down, exposing his wife-to-be. Here he was, kneeling in front of his lover's naked pussy while her mother enjoyed a perfect view. Oh well, it was for Kendra's own good.
"Lick her cunt."
Mark turned toward Margaret.
"Do it, Mark. Lick my daughter's pussy."
"I thought I was supposed to put my penis in her."
"She likes having her pussy licked. She said so earlier. Do it, do what she wants."
Mark extended his tongue, and flicked it over Kendra's cunt. He pressed his hands between her legs, pulling the lips open and exposing her more fully. He licked for about a minute, until Margaret barked out the next command.
"Rub her tits. Reach up and rub my daughter's tits."
Mark reached up and took Kendra's breasts into his hands. He rubbed them, though somewhat awkwardly. His face was buried between her legs, kissing and licking her cunt.
"No, not like that! She likes a swirling motion, with more pinching."
Mark stopped for a second. Kendra told her that? He tried to adjust his technique, but soon heard Margaret shouting again.
"No, no, no! That's still not right. I'll show you."
What? Before Mark realized what was happening, Margaret was pulling him away. She descended on her daughter, kissing her nipples as she squeezed her breasts. The pinches popped the nipples right into Margaret's mouth. She started kissing down her daughter's chest, still squeezing her breasts with the nipples centered at the base of her thumbs.
Mark stepped back, absolutely dumbfounded. He was watching his fiancee's mother make love to her.
Margaret began licking an flicking her tongue between Kendra's legs with a precision and speed he never though possible. She deftly moved from clitoris to thigh to deep penetration.
Kendra was moaning. He head was back, her hands were moving, joining her mothers hands in the rubbing of her breasts. She remembered her mother's tongue. She remembered her mother's touch. her hips humped slightly with Margaret's probes. It had been so long...
Mark watched in shock as Margaret brought her daughter orgasm. Kendra's voice hit pitches he never though possible. Her body quivered and shuddered with an excitement he had never seen her experience.
Kendra crumpled on to the bed, stroking her pussy and moaning softly. Margaret stood up, and turned towards Mark.
"Fuck her. Fuck her now."
Mark hesitated.
"She's a woman. She still needs the satisfaction of a man's penis."
Mark looked Kendra. She was steaming with sexuality. She was blistering with excitement. He had to fuck her. He mounted her. Kendra moaned as his cock mushed into her pussy. She started humping before he did. He barely moved as Kendra's hips pulsed in a lightning rhythm on his cock.
"Ohhh! Ohh! Yess!!!" She cried.
Mark started to feel better. She still needed him. She still needed his cock. Kendra's body was flailing wildly. She screamed with orgasmic fury. She just needed better prepping, that's all. She just needed prepping...
Margaret watched, repeating "Good... good..." over and over. She sat confidently, believing she was curing her daughter.
Kendra continued fucking with her eyes closed.. The fucking she was going through still wasn't enough to snap her out of unconsciousness, or at least she didn't want it to.
But her eyes did open for a moment. they open, still possessed with a glaze, and saw Mark's body inside her.
"I can't! I can't!" Kendra pulled back. Mark froze as he watched his beloved scurry up to the head of the bed, covering her wonderful opening.
"What's wrong, Kendra? Why won't you make love with Mark?" Margaret seemed completely surprised. What was going on? She knew her daughter needed her mother's touch, but she always liked having sex with men, too? had that changed?
Kendra shoved her hands between her legs. "I can't! I can't anymore..."
"Why not?' Margaret asked. She must have... she must have changed.
Mark was confused. He was baffled. And he was sacred. Scared that his beautiful bride-to-be was going to be lost. She didn't want him. Or at least she didn't want sex with him.
"I'm a bad girl..." Kendra whispered. "A very bad girl..."
"She feels guilty about something." Margaret whispered to Mark. Probably fucking her mother, Mark thought.
"Why are you bad, Kendra, what have you done?" Margaret was certain. She preferred women. That had to be it.
Kendra burst into tears. Mark watched a few droplets splash across her bared breasts. He watched as his wife-to- be, his exposed woman, wrestle with something deep and terrible.
"I'm a bad girl..." Kendra said. "Because I'm fucking Alan."
Mark's jaw dropped. Margaret's eyes grew wide. She was fucking Mark's best friend.
Kendra wiped her streaming eyes, then rubbed her bared cunt. "I need his penis in my pussy."
Mark collapsed. he fell to the floor barely able to breathe.
"How... how long?"
Kendra's conscious mind was returning. She shook her head, looked at her mother, and then at Mark.
"About a year."
Yes, she was conscious now. The revelation woke her from her trance. She had tried to find love with one man. She had tried to find the feeling she had so long ago.
But Mark wasn't the one.
She looked at her mother, knowing she didn't need her anymore, but was glad to have her. Margaret smiled back. Her daughter had come into her sexuality. She was so proud of her.
Mark was sobbing on the floor. He couldn't think. He couldn't speak. His fiancee, his beautiful fiancee that he loved. He looked at her. She looked back. Her eyes spoke her message for her lips: I'm not going to marry you. I'm fucking Alan. I want to fuck Alan. She could use the word with him. She could do everything with him. She could say, "Alan, will you fuck me?" or "Alan, fuck me in the sprinkler."
She stepped forward, and kissed Mark on the cheek. Then she looked down, and noticed her incredibly beautiful, exposed cunt. She pulled up her panties from her legs, then her shorts from her feet. Mark watched, absolutely stunned, as her clothes went up her olive legs and granted him one last look at her beauty.
Kendra turned, and walked out the door. She went to fuck Alan.
Margaret followed behind her.