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When Morgan Oliver woke up on that first morning in the New Town, she felt like she was in a completely different world.
She was, of course. She just didn’t know it yet.
What she knew was that she missed their beautiful green bedroom back in the city, with the skylight that cast them in a warm glow every morning. Here, in the New Town, the walls of the room were a boring gray, and had cardboard boxes stacked against them.
“I can hear you pouting from over here,” came a mumble from the other side of the bed.
“I didn’t say anything,” Morgan groaned, rolling over to face her husband.
“I could hear you, psychically,” Jake told her with a grin, finally opening his eyes. “Or telepathically. You know.”
After almost 10 years together, Morgan was still affected by that grin.
“I just want us to be happy here,” she said. “We’re city people, always have been. I just feel like we’re going to end up with everyone knowing our business, and us knowing everyone’s business-"
“So antisocial, babe,” Jake said into her hair as he pulled her closer to him. He was warm from sleep and breathed into her neck, deeply. “You always worry about everything before it happens. Maybe the people will be nice?”
One of his fingers dipped under the hem of her shirt, tracing upwards.
“Yeah,” she murmured, distracted. “Maybe.”
“I can think of something that might help you relax…”
“MOM!”
The curse of being a parent. Morgan and Jake gave each other a resigned glance and separated reluctantly. It was the girl’s first day of school, Morgan couldn’t forget, and Jake’s first day of work. They had their priorities.
Morgan slipped on a pair of pajama pants, aware of Jake’s gaze burning on her ass as she bent down to grab them from the bottom drawer of the dresser. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror as she dressed hastily. She was 28 years-old, average height, pretty thin, but with a bit of chub around the belly that she didn’t like, and a bit around that ass that she did. Dark brown hair that fell down past her shoulders in waves, dark brown eyes. She had a long nose, very straight, and perky breasts.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” she promised Jake as he opened their bedroom door.
“Just don’t stress to much, babe. This town is going to work out great!” Always so infectious in his optimism, she admired.
“As long as the girls are happy, I am,” she assured him.
“They will be."
And they would be, truly. Even more than Morgan could possibly imagine. She just didn’t know it yet.
∞ ∞ ∞
In the years to come, when Morgan would look back on that first day in the New Town, she would be shocked at how long it took her to notice that something was different.
She didn’t notice a thing as she ran out to the driveway to hand Jake his forgotten coffee and give him a kiss before waving him off to work.
She didn’t notice a thing as she dropped the girls off at school for their first day.
She didn’t notice a thing as she drove through the streets of the quaint little town, past the beautiful white beaches, and the churning gray sea, marveling at how little time it took her to get through the entire town.
She didn’t notice anything. Until the mall.
Morgan didn’t start her new job for another week. She was a librarian. Jake was a lawyer, and it was his work they’d moved for. She figured she’d get some new pieces for her wardrobe, but unfortunately she found nothing but disappointment at the mall. Personally, Morgan thought calling it a mall at all was pitiful. It was just one building, hardly larger then a Walmart, with a small food court area in the center. All the boutiques were either too pricey, or clearly tailored to tourists, or to women forty years her senior. Morgan left the last store thinking sadly of the massive mall only three subway stops down from their old house… she walked right past a girl huddled tightly in the corner, swaying slightly, breathing heavily. She didn’t even notice.
Oh well, she thought bitterly. At least Amazon ships here.
Morgan went to the café and got a latte. She traveled to the mostly-empty cluster of booths and took a seat. She took a sip of her drink. And then, she saw them.
A couple, younger than her, but not by much. A fit man with floppy blond hair, and a dark skinned girl with lips painted burgundy. They were sitting as closely as two people could, feeding each other bites of a doughnut. When they started kissing softly, Morgan thought fondly of her and Jake’s first days together. When their kiss deepened and Morgan saw their tongues sliding together wetly, she told herself not to be too uptight.
That’s when the man took the woman’s top off.
It happened so fast, and was so shocking, it almost didn’t seem real to Morgan. The girl was just wearing a shirt, no bra. One second, the man’s hands were tangled in her thick hair, and the next he pulled her shirt up, and revealed a pair of large tits with pointed nipples, and he reached up to tweak them, and she swung a leg over his thighs and rolled herself up, and rolled herself forward, and rolled herself against-
Um. The fuck? Morgan thought.
She came back to herself suddenly. She looked around. There were other people- it was a Monday morning, it’s not like it was busy, but there were a few shoppers, and the barista at the café was standing right there…
None of them were paying attention.
An older woman walked by, a cane in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. She nodded at Morgan with a soft smile. This is the sort of small town where strangers smile at you, Morgan thought. But it was also the small town where old ladies shuffle past you as your boyfriend turns you over in his lap and bends you over the linoleum booth and say, “Oh, Lindsay, I do love your hair like that.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Goncalves,” the girl said with a smile, as the blond man gave the hair in question a small tug. “Give my best to Andre. Oh, fuck.”
The man behind her had slipped his cock out of his sweatpants and pushed his way inside.
“Uh,” she said softly. “Yeah, that’s it.”
“See, babe? I told you everyone would like this hairstyle,” the man said. And then he started to fuck her in earnest.
He’s fucking her, Morgan thought. The words didn’t even ring true in her head. She felt as if she was floating outside her body, as shoppers passed, and the man’s grip on the girl’s thighs tightened as he began to bounce her body on top of his. Morgan clutched her cup tightly. What the hell is going on here?
The world had turned upside down. Was she dreaming? No. She pinched herself. The man reached around and pinched his lover’s puffy nipple tightly. She gasped.
And Morgan clenched.
She couldn’t believe how hard it hit her. She was watching, in a trance. And then, suddenly, her pussy tightened so violently it almost hurt.
This cannot be happening, she thought. There’s no way this is real. I mean, how could I not be dreaming? It’s like a live porn show…
And it was. Morgan couldn’t look away, but nobody seemed to care. The couple wasn't looking at her. They were focusing on their thrusts against each other, on the pleasure they were clearly feeling, the pleasure that caused him to bite his lip, caused her mouth to fall open and her eyelids to fall shut.
Morgan's pussy clenched again. Oh fuck. Hard, too.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket.
Morgan snapped out of her trance, blushing furiously, ashamed at herself for watching. It was the library. Could she answer it, with the couples’ moans slowly escalating as their pace quickened in the background?
“Um, hi, Morgan speaking.”
“Hi, Morgan. It’s Diana. I know you’re not due to start until next week, but if there’s any chance you could come in today, it would be amazing. It’s an unusually slow day here, and we rarely get those, so it’s perfect for some training.”
Her response was automatic, and so were her movements, as she got up and walked out of the food court, leaving the couple as they finally reached their peak behind her. She was eager to leave the whole tableau in her past, and to start her new job… albeit with her panties quite a bit more moist than she’d like them to be for her first day.
Morgan tried to think about impressing her new coworkers on the short drive to the library, but it was hard. Her mind couldn’t stop trying to process what she’d seen. Am I going crazy? Was it part of a performance art piece that everyone knows about but me? But at the little library that stood across the road from the boardwalk, it didn’t take her very long to realize that there was something extremely abnormal about this New Town.
At first, it was a man leaning against the brick of the neighboring building, jeans dropped down to his knees, moaning as a pink-haired woman bobbed up and down on his cock. A pedestrian walked right past them, and gave Morgan another friendly small-town wave as she maneuvered her Civic into a parking spot.
Next, it was the books. Diana was a firm but pleasant woman whose training was exactly what Morgan expected for the role, but the books…. All the normal books you’d see at a library, of course- John Grisham and Harry Potter, Stephen King and 1984… but it was also Climaxes at Midnight Under A Southern Moon, and Emma’s Horny Awakening, and The Cunt Olympics.
The largest shock of the day was in the afternoon, when Diana asked her to run some new supplies down to the children’s library in the basement. There she had met Alyssa, the children’s librarian, as well as a mother who was checking out books for her ten-year old son. He had a huge pile of books, and some far beyond the usual reading level of a ten-year old. Morgan commended him on his selection with a smile, and the kid blushed deeply. They ascended the stairs together, and the boy seemed jittery, anxious, and he raced ahead of them and outside. The mother was blonde and rather strikingly beautiful, Morgan couldn’t help but notice, and she turned to say goodbye before leaving.
“You’re raising quite the reader there,” Morgan complimented.
The mother laughed. “Oh, we’re here all the time. I’m surprised he hasn’t read through the whole library yet. You must be knew though- we know everyone.”
“Just started today.”
“Down in the children’s library?”
“Upstairs.”
The woman’s face fell. “Ah, too bad. I know Emmet would love to see more of you.”
“How nice…?” Morgan asked, confused.
The woman gave a wicked grin. “I can tell he has a bit crush on you. The way he was looking at you? Please.”
No wonder the poor boy had run off. Morgan remembered what it was like to be a little kid with a crush. “Ah, young love,” she said with a laugh. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“I bet he ran out to the car to jack off.”
“I bet he- wait, what?”
What?
The woman smiled that devilish grin again. “I think that’s why he ran ahead. I could see him tenting his corduroys. He’s always had a thing for dark haired women.”
“I- I’m sorry?” Morgan felt dizzy.
“Oh, don’t be,” the woman said, squeezing Morgan’s arm in a friendly gesture. “His loss is my gain. Honestly, my pussy is dying for a good licking, so I imagine we’ll both have some fun when we get home.”
And with that, she turned and walked out of the library, hurrying off to… her son.
Morgan was shocked, for what felt like the hundredth time that day. She felt as though she was Alice in Wonderland, only she hadn’t remembered falling anywhere, just pulling off the highway and driving into this bizarre, impossible town. Morgan was almost angry. She was frustrated. And she was…
Frustrated.
As Diana showed her some of the end-of-day tasks, Morgan couldn’t help but feel the effects that the day had had on her body. Every time she had been exposed to another facet of this weird little town, she couldn’t help herself from getting turned on. It was only natural, when exposed to sex, she reasoned. She hadn’t been surprised at all when her food court sex show had given her the reaction it did, and that man’s thick pole thrusting into that girl’s mouth, nor the weirdly erotic books…. But Morgan was embarrassed, no, ashamed, when she left the building, and got in her car, and thought about that woman, sliding into her own front seat, and turning back, to her son and his stack of books, and saying, Mommy has a special treat for you when you get home…
Morgan, you’re disgusting. Stop it. How would you feel if someone thought something like that about the girls?
Oh God, the girls. And Jake. All day Morgan had been in a trance, and she had almost forgotten about her family, out there, experiencing God knows what…
It was Jake she saw first when she rushed into their new home. He had his suit jacket and tie off, the first three buttons on his shirt popped open. Morgan felt a small shiver of desire go through her. He was cooking dinner, all the ingredients for her favorite dish, Pad Thai, sizzling in the pan. He was sweating from the heat, his face flushed red, and his gorgeous ginger hair sparkling slightly with sweat.
When he saw her, he gave her a smile. “Hey, you! How was your surprise first day?”
“Uh, good,” Morgan replied. Jake was normal, when she asked him about his day. He said it was good, and that the girls were good, and that they’d liked their first day-
“Where are the girls?”
Jake looked amused. “They’re being very productive. I asked if they could help with unpacking all their toys.”
“Are they okay?”
“Why wouldn’t they be? Like I said, they had a good day. They’ll be wanting to tell you about it themselves.”
Did he not-? Why is he acting so normal???
Morgan bit her lip in frustration. “Yeah, but did anything weird happen to them?”
“Weird like…?”
Morgan looked at Jake, hard. He looked back at her. Then his eyes widened. He dropped the spatula in the pan, and reached over, turned down the heat. He let out a huge sigh.
“Oh, thank God. I thought I’d gone crazy,” he said with a shaky laugh.
Morgan sighed with relief and took a grateful seat at the table. “Me, too. Wait, what happened to you?”
“Well, mostly it was just conversation. I mean, we’re at work, right? And I guess, work is still off limits here. But people were talking, like my boss asked his secretary what she’d done over the weekend, and she freaking told him, all the way down to the positions. And in, like, casual conversation, one of the paralegals was going on about an orgasm she’d had the other night… like, it was insane. But when we went out to lunch, there were this couple at another table, two guys, and…”
He's not scared of this at all, Morgan realized with a jolt. He likes this. Or maybe he was still red from the heat of the stove… but he’d stepped away, and he was still red, and his eyes were shining, his hands moving with excitement as he continued…
“They were literally jerking each other off, right there in the restaurant. Just talking, eating a bit, and giving each other hand jobs. And nobody cared, I even mentioned it to the guy beside me, and he just said some bullshit about how they seemed like a nice couple. But everyone saw. And then, one of the partners-”
He stopped and closed his mouth.
“What?”
“I just…” Jake ran a hand through his hair, and looked at her, pained. “I think when we came here, we accidentally ended up in an alternate universe, or something.”
“I know,” Morgan said. Because that was the only thing that made any sense of all.
“The partner- he, well, referred to the fact that, well, he and his wife had a certain amount of hands-on involvement in their children’s, um… education. Their, um, sexua-”
“A woman I met at the library told me she wanted to get her pussy licked by her ten-year old son when she got home.”
Jake gaped at her.
“Alternate universe,” Morgan agreed.
“This is all so fucked up,” he said. But he didn’t look upset. He didn’t look horrified.
He looked excited.
Morgan’s earlier need made itself known again. There was nothing to feel bad about, her handsome husband was standing in front her, with his sleeves rolled up his forearms just the way she liked and a look of lust on his freckled face. They could rush upstairs before dinner, and-
“After the partner made that comment, I did some research. Everything online is completely normal. I looked up laws around sex and age of consent and public decency, and everything’s the same as it was. It’s just this town. But this town- we- exist in an alternate dimension.”
“I don’t really care about where we are,” Morgan said. “We need to get back.”
“Back?” He frowned. “But, the job-”
“Jake, do you really think that this is somewhere we should be raising our children?”
“But, Morgan,” he said, confused. “The girls love it here.”
And they did.
The girls made their appearance in short order, ready for dinner. As they sat and ate, Morgan got to hear all about their first days at their new school. Their perfect, wonderful days.
8-year-old Kira had loved her new school and loved all the new friends she’d made. She had always been their little social butterfly. She spent the whole dinner going on about Bella and Amy and Sam and Ximena and all the other acquaintances she’d met in her class. Kira had Morgan’s dark hair, and her skinny little body, and a tooth missing from the bottom row, in the front.
5-year-old Lucy took after Jake, with pale orange curls Morgan herself had wrestled into braids that morning, and a cute button nose. She thought her new teacher was nice and her class had a pet chameleon- an absolute win in the little animal lover’s heart.
Both girls had their father’s freckles and lovable nature. Morgan loved these girls to bits. She would do anything for them. Could she find a way to convince Jake to give up his dream job for them?
After dinner, Jake and Morgan started to clean up. Lucy dawdled at the table, but Kira cleared her dishes with an unusual hastiness.
“Where are you off in such a rush to?” Jake asked.
Morgan was getting ready to wash the dishes, and shut the water off just in time to hear her eldest daughter say:
“I really need to go masturbate.”
Morgan and Jake turned to each other slowly, almost comically slowly, like co-conspirators in a horror movie who just realized the monster was right behind them.
“Wassat?” Lucy asked, oblivious to the shock of her sister’s words.
“It’s when you touch your private parts by yourself until you have something called an orgasm, that’s when your kitty feels really good,” Kira answered matter-of-factly.
“Kira!” Morgan shrieked.
“What?” She frowned at her mom and then frowned back at her little sister. “Didn’t you learn about it at your school?”
“Kira, if your teachers-”
Kira giggled. “Not my teachers, silly. We’re kids, we can only do it at home or with friends. Bella and Amy and Sam and Ximena showed me at recess.”
Jake let out a strangled sound. “Showed you?”
Kira looked just as excited as when she’d told them about her new friends in the first place. “Yep! They all learned from their moms and dads and siblings, why didn’t you ever show me? But they said maybe people don’t do it in the city… oh well.” She didn’t look that upset; her eyes were glistening with excitement as she spoke. “They showed me all kinds of ways, but my favourite way was how Bella does it, when you put your fingers inside your panties and rub at your kitty. That’s what made me have my first orgasm. It was so good, Lucy, I wish I had known how to do it when it was your age. Do you want me to show you?”
“NO!”
Morgan had been frozen, again, listening to her daughter talk about her recess activities… but at this, she came to back to life.
“No?” Kira pouted her little pink lips. “There’s nothing wrong with it, I even asked teacher. She said everyone does it at home with their families and friends, and then when we’re adults we can do it wherever we like.”
“No, you shouldn’t be-?”
“Mom, Dad, do you know how to masturbate?”
Oh my god, this is my life. This is really my life now. This is the world I live in.
Jake was looking at his daughter with an odd expression. He was contemplating something, Morgan could tell. He was reaching some sort of conclusion…Morgan didn’t like it, not knowing what was going on in her husband’s brain.
She had no way of knowing, but the thought that was running through Jake’s brain was the exact same as the one running through hers, though its spirit was much more decisive.
This is really my life now. This is the world we live in.
“We do,” Jake replied, shocking Morgan. “Most adults do. And you’re right, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just…”
He turned to Morgan, and that’s when she first noticed the desire in his eyes. She had seen it often enough, mostly directed at her. But never standing in the kitchen, never with their daughters present.
“Well, what you said. We grew up in the city, so we were raised to think it was very private, and just for adults.”
“That’s sad,” Kira said. “It feels really good. Lucy, do you want to learn?”
“Yeah!” Lucy said with a little giggle. She had no clue what they were talking about, Morgan was sure, she just loved doing whatever big sister did. But it didn’t keep the little girl from saying, “I wanna learn to masturbate!” Except Lucy was still having trouble with her R’s- so it came out like:
I wanna leawn to mastabate!
Morgan’s clit twitched. Hard.
Oh, no, she thought. Oh, no. No. No way in hell.
Kira grabbed Lucy’s hand and dragged her towards the living room. “Come on! It’s better when you’re sitting down.”
It all happened so fast. How did it happen so fast? How did Morgan Oliver go from living a very normal life one day, to the very next living in one where her oldest daughter was running off to the other room to show her little sister, her FIVE YEAR OLD sister, how to pleasure herself?
“We need to stop them,” she told Jake. “We’ll just go and send them to bed, and then we’ll tell them it’s wrong, and we’ll move back.”
“Technically, it’s not wrong,” Jake replied. Oh yeah. Morgan had almost forgotten. He was turned on still, clearly, desire growing in his eyes and he looked towards the living room. “Do we want them to grow up ashamed of their bodies, ashamed of pleasure?”
“They’re too young. To be doing it with friends-”
“But it’s normal here. This is the world we live in now. So…” He trailed off.
“So?” How was he going to finish that sentence?
Jake looked at her, gave her a slow up and down that made her feel hot. He reached out his hand.
“So,” he said. “Come with me.”
∞ ∞ ∞
Morgan had woken up in a new world, but it was walking into the living room that damned her.
Kira and Lucy were on the couch, sitting close enough that their legs were touching. Kira had her skinny thighs spread slightly and was looking down at herself. Her dark hair fell in her face, and her right hand had found its way into her pink plaid pajama pants.
“And then, you start by moving around, in whatever way you like.” She glanced up. “Hey, Mom, Dad, do you want to do it too?”
“No!” Morgan nearly shouted.
“We’ll just watch,” Jake said. “Maybe give out pointers, just to be educational. Adults do know better.”
Kira nodded, seemingly satisfied. And then she turned back to her sister, and said “Okay, now you try.”
Morgan would have stayed frozen on the spot forever if it wasn’t for Jake. She stood there and watched as her five-year-old daughter slowly lowered her hand down, then up underneath the hem of her nightgown. She watched as Lucy’s chubby arm started to move, as her little pink tongue dipped out of her mouth in concentration. But Jake was there, and he took her by the elbow, and led her to the love seat, where they took a front row seat to their little girl’s clumsy movements, and the way Kira’s eyes darkened as she watched her sister.
“Like that. Rubbing in a circle feels good. You can rub up and down, or just sort of tap on it.” She demonstrated. She giggled. “My new friend Amy even used a finger.”
“Jesus,” Jake whispered.
Jesus was right. Morgan felt strangely numb as Lucy’s face wrinkled in confusion.
“A finger?”
“Inside,” Kira said with a giggle. “And Sam said that she likes to do it totally differently, she uses a pillow, she calls it pillow humping.”
Lucy giggled at that, too. “That’s a silly word.”
“Yeah,” Kira nodded enthusiastically. “There are a lot of silly words. Like you can call your kitty your pussy, and boys call their pee-pees dicks. And your boobies are titties, and if you rub them, you can feel good, too, like this.”
Kira reached out and gently rubbed her little sister’s barely-there nipples.
Morgan felt as if she and Jake were watching a tv show, with how removed she felt from the tableau in front of her.
She was aware of Jake beside her, how is breathing had gotten heavier. It continued to quicken, as Kira used one hand on her kitty, and the other on Lucy’s nipple. Lucy moved her hand clumsily, experimenting with a few different rhythms, until she pulled away impatiently.
“It’s not working,” she pouted, wrinkling her freckled nose. “I don’t even know what to do.”
“Keep going, Lucy, it’ll feel good soon, I promise.”
“Or maybe you should just show her.”
Morgan turned to Jake in horror. He was almost smiling as he let the words sit in the air between them. From his flushed cheeks to his blown-out eyes, Morgan could see what this was doing to him. It was disgusting, she thought, that he could be turned on by his own little daughters masturbating.
“Jake,” she hissed.
But Kira paid her no mind. She liked her daddy’s idea, it was clear, her own father’s idea to demonstrate how to… “Good idea. Just sit back, Lucy, and watch me.” She started to get comfortable, leaning back against the headrest, and then spreading her legs wider.
No one should ever get turned on by this, Morgan lectured Jake in her mind. You’re gross for asking for this.
But she didn’t say a word, or get up, or make any move to stop Kira as she flung her dark hair over her shoulder as if to get to business, and she stuck her right hand back down the front of her pajama pants.
Yesterday, she had been talking about how excited she was for school, and a dinosaur poster she wanted to get for her new room, and how she hoped that in the summer they could get a slip and slide. Today, she was moving her fingers in very deliberate motions, and closing her eyes, and starting to breathe heavily, as she masturbated for her entire family to see.
Morgan felt a shift beside her. To her dismay, she turned only to find Jake unbuckling his belt, and putting a hand inside his suit pants. He hissed softly, and slowly moved one of their huge velvet throw pillows in front of his lap.
“Good thing we unpacked these first,” he muttered.
Morgan couldn’t deal with… that. She glanced back at their daughters. They were not paying attention to their parents. Lucy was hyper focused on her sister’s hands as they moved, and Kira, well Kira was starting to get somewhere. For a girl who just came for the first time that day, she remembered what she was doing, and was starting to pant slightly with each rub of her fingers. Neither of them looked at their dad as he started to move his hand up and down his cock. Jake groaned lightly.
“Jake,” Morgan whispered, horrified. “You can’t.”
“I have to,” he said, almost in a whine. “God, I’ve been so worked up all day. And they’re just…” With his free hand, he gestured at the girls. “Come on, Mor, you’re not even turned on a little?”
“No,” she replied flatly. “I’m not.”
And she wasn’t. Those were her daughters, for God’s sake. Not some couple she bumped into in public. Her children, who she had promised to raise and love and protect for all her days. She didn’t like children, she didn’t like girls, she didn’t like anything that was happening.
“Are you ready, Lucy?”
Kira was looking at her sister through hooded eyes as the speed of her hand quickened.
“Are you watching?”
“Ya.” Lucy said around the thumb she was sucking on, looking mesmerized.
“O-Ok,” Kira said in a breathy voice. “Good, ‘cause I think it’s going to happen soon.”
“Gonna masturbate?” Gonna mastabate?
“I’m already doing that, silly. My kitty’s gonna get its orgasm. It’s really-” Kira let out a series of pants, and then a little high pitched squeak. “It’s coming soon, I think.”
All they had been able to see throughout her performance was the outline of her fingers working under the pink plaid fabric. Her movements had started deliberate and evenly paced, and then grew erratic. Now, her fingers stopped moving entirely. Morgan watched, absolutely horrified, as Kira pressed her whole hand against her- against her, her cunt- and bucked her hips, once, twice, and then she-
She cried out, a great, huge shout, “AHHH!” and then started rubbing again, hard, furiously, and with another, smaller shout- “Ah! Ah, oh,” she fell back against the couch, and slowly removed her hand, and gave her sister a lazy grin.
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Jake said beside her. He was still pumping his cock, slowly, but Morgan had never seen his eyes had never been so dilated.
I’m a horrible person, Morgan thought to herself.
She stood up abruptly. “Time for bed, girls.”
“What? It’s not bedtime yet,” Kira complained, and Lucy’s face crumpled.
“I’m going to go grab a book, we’re going to read it, and then you’re going to bed,” Morgan said firmly, in her best Mom voice, and gave Jake the nod that said You are on my side, and you are on board, or else. And then she walked out.
She walked out of the living room. She walked up the stairs, and into their boring gray bedroom, past all the boxes where the books were piled, and to the fancy new master bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror.
She saw the most disgusting, most evil, most pathetic, horniest girl she’d ever seen in her life.
Morgan stared at the stranger in front of her in awe. She had never seen herself like this. So much was the same. She was young, and pretty, with her flaws, but Morgan had always liked how she looked, always appreciated a chance to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror…
Today, she hated it.
Because today, she also saw the red flush that crept up the neckline of her shirt. She saw in her eyes a reflection of her husband’s dilation- they were not longer brown, but black. She even saw the faint outline of her nipples against her shirt.
Morgan hated what she saw. But not as much as she hated what she felt.
She was wet, obviously. God, how could she have let herself get this wet, watching her eight-year-old daughter make herself cum on the sofa in front of her? But she was, she could feel how moist her panties were, and she could feel… Oh, God. Without her own permission, almost helplessly, Morgan clutched the counter with both hands. My fucking pussy, she thought. She hadn’t dared to pay attention to it in the living room, not with her daughters right there, but now that she was alone, all she could feel was the throbbing, the dull ache of her clit as it pulsed with her every heartbeat, sending shockwaves through her entire core. And her heartbeat was fast, of fucking course it was, because she was the worst mom in the world, so her cunt was twitching wildly, so quickly, and with that she could almost feel another gush of liquid seep out of her.
That was the final straw. She could NOT allow this ridiculous behavior, no matter what crazy, fucked-up universe she had fallen into. No more, she told herself. This was a mistake, and it’s over. After all, Morgan hadn’t done anything bad, yet. She had removed herself from the situation. She had acknowledged how her body was feeling, accepted the fact that bodies can feel all types of ways, and the only thing that matters is her actions.
You are horny, but it will pass. You are a good mother. You’re not going to sneak off to the bathroom to rub one out. You are going to get your kids to bed, and then you can let Jake rail you like you’ve wanted ever since you woke up in this godforsaken place.
Morgan looked in the mirror one last time before she left. This time, she was able to meet herself in the eye.
She was feeling good about herself, as she got undressed, putting on dry panties and a pair of comfy gray leggings. She was even feeling confident, as she grabbed a couple books from a box and hurried back downstairs. She almost skipped down the last step, and turned the corner, and-
Oh.
Oh.
Just…oh.
What else can you say, when you walk in on your daughter rubbing her little sister’s cunt?
Lucy was lying down now, propping herself up on her elbows to watch. Kira was very focused, sitting on one leg and bending over her sister’s body as she diligently worked her fingers. And, of course, she had pushed up Lucy’s nightgown, so now her purple panties were on display. Kira was rubbing at the cotton, and Lucy’s legs were twitching.
“Bedtime, girls,” Morgan said, but not loudly, or firmly. She sounded far away from herself, as if she was in a dream.
As she slid back down beside Jake on the love seat, the vows she’d made herself in the bathroom slid from her mind. Jake was stroking himself much more vigorously. They didn’t look at each other, their eyes focused on their girls as they…
“I got the books.”
“Yeah,” he breathed out, a soft slck slck slck sound accompanying the movements of his hand gliding up and down his dick. He must be leaking pre, Morgan observed absently. “We’ll read ‘em, unh, oh, ah-after.”
“We should go. We should leave.”
“My job-”
“We should go upstairs. Now. Let them, um-”
“Finish?” He chuckled, and then groaned, as Kira’s left hand started slowly making its way down back towards her crotch. “God, she’s gonna go for it again, Jesus fucking…”
“You can’t get off to this, Jake. You can’t.” Morgan lowered her voice further still, and yet was unable to meet her husband’s eyes. “We can’t masturbate to our children.”
She shouldn’t have said that, the way it made Jake’s mouth fall open on a desperate gasp. His eyes were insane, wild, when he turned to her. “It’s normal, here. Alan said that he would cum every time he had a lesson with his family. He said,” Jake panted heavily. “He said, oh fuck. He said he taught them how to fuck. He fingered his wife when they lost their virgini-”
This was too much. “Stop. Jake, stop. We can’t. This is a line we can’t cross. If you love me at all, pull your hand away, and talk to me, or I’ll never forgive you.”
Jake was clearly hornier than he had been in a while. But the second she finished speaking, he pulled his hands out of his pants, and adjusted his pillow. God, she loved him. Morgan felt relieved. For about one second. Because in the next second, Kira spoke again:
“Maybe we should try something else?”
Lucy huffed, frustrated. Her ginger curls were starting to curl against her face with sweat, and she was pouting. “You said it was going to feel good.”
“Well, maybe this way isn’t what’s best for you.”
“Kira, sweetie,” Morgan called across the coffee table. “If she doesn’t want to, she doesn’t have to.”
“Noooo,” Lucy whined. “I want to. But Kira said it would feel really good, and it hasn’t happened yet!”
“Well, maybe we should go to bed, get some rest…”
“No!” Lucy shouted. “Kira got an orgasm, I want one, too.” Owgasm
How is this my life?
“Here,” Kira said, grabbing her much smaller sister by the shoulders and maneuvering her on the couch. “I’m ready again anyway, let’s do it this way, we can both do it, see? This is what Ximena and Sam were doing!”
Kira pushed Lucy back so she was lying down on the couch.
She spread her sister’s legs, and pushed her nightgown up, letting her finger graze against the purple cotton of her panties.
She climbed on top, she shoved a leg between Lucy’s, and she shuffled forward to press her crotch against her sister’s thigh.
She started to rock.
This is not happening, Morgan told herself. This is not happening.
Kira thrust again, starting to build a rhythm.
“Oh!” Lucy gasped. She clutched at her sister’s legs.
A groan came from beside Morgan. Jake had one hand on top of his crotch, twitching restlessly. When he turned to her, he looked absolutely wrecked.
“Baby, please” he said, voice strained, high pitched. “Do you see what they’re…”
“We shouldn’t be watching.”
“They’re almost scissoring…” He groaned, and regardless of what Morgan had said, he hastily, desperately, shoved his hand into his pants, and this time he fished out his cock, holding the throw pillow up as a weak shield.
“Jake, we can’t.”
“I gotta, I can’t take it anymore, I need,” he started stroking and moaned again. “Fuck, this is insane. How the fuck is this our life?” It didn’t take long for his strokes to speed up, and Morgan could see how hard he was, how his cock was so red that it was almost purple at the head, and how that delicious vein on the underside that she loved to run her tongue up and down was pulsing angrily, and how beads of precum were pooling out the tip, making his cock glisten as Jake ran his hand faster-
“Daddy, are you masturbating too?”
It was Kira who had finally looked over, most likely prompted by her dad’s sounds. She was still thrusting against her sister and, oh, had now pulled up one of her legs and slotted their panty-covered kitties close together, so they were- Holy shit, Morgan thought, at the exact same time Jake let out a loud groan- they were scissoring.
“Yeah, I am, sweetie,” Jake said, and groaned again. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I can’t help it.”
“It’s okay, everyone does it, that’s what Mrs. Jackson said.” Kira leaned forward and moved her hands from her sister’s legs to her waist. “Is it, ah, good, Lucy?”
Lucy didn’t respond.
“Lucy?”
Lucy was past words. Kira’s movements were finally getting her somewhere. It was wrong, Morgan knew it was wrong. She was five fucking years old, for god’s sake. She was in kindergarten. It was so wrong, how her eyelids were now fluttering shut, and her hands were grasping at air, and her hips were starting to twitch and move against her sister…
Kira looked pleased. “I think it’s good. Just let it happen. It’s kinda scary the first time. But we’re all here for you.” She turned and grinned at her parents. “And Daddy’s doing it too. Mommy? Are you gonna rub your kitty?”
“No,” Morgan said, disgusted as any mom would be. “No, I’m not.”
Kira just shrugged and returned to her movements, which had evolved from a thrust to more of a roll, as she moved towards and down upon her sister’s pelvis in a surprisingly sophisticated rhythm, as she rotated her kitty against her sisters, as she pressed her fucking pussy-
“You’re seriously not gonna touch yourself, babe?” Jake asked, his voice dropping down to a whisper, the pace of his fist quickening with every passing second. “Don’t you feel like you’re going to go insane?”
“No,” Morgan lied. Well, it wasn’t a lie that she wasn’t going to get off. There was no way in hell she was going to stoop as low as to rub herself to the image of her daughters. But it was a lie that she wasn’t going insane.
“Liar, there’s no way you’re not aff-ugh, oh Jesus- affected by this too. I mean, ah, ah, come on. Look at them.”
That was the problem, of course. Morgan couldn’t stop looking at them. Kira and Lucy. Lucy and Kira. Her two beautiful young girls, so young, so innocent, grinding their pussies against each other madly, both starting to moan now, unabashed, completely unaware that what they’re doing is wrong.
“You’re breathing pretty heavy, love,” Jake commented, twisting his fist harshly.
God, he really couldn’t drop it, could he? He had to point it out. Of course, she was breathing heavily. For Christ’s sakes, Morgan had woken up a little bit horny, looking for a quickie with the man beside her, and it seemed to her like life had made it its mission to turn her on even more as the day went by.
That couple in the food court, the way the women’s dark nipples rolled against the linoleum of the table, tits jiggling as her lover thrust behind her…
That man leaning against the brick wall, the muscles in his forearms tightening as he clutched his fist in the woman’s pink hair, forcing her deeper and deeper onto his cock…
The blush of the kid- the fucking kid- as he disappeared up the steps, running off to the car, desperate to open the button to those corduroys and….
As desperate as she was to deny it, Morgan was fighting a losing battle.
She was breathing heavily. She was wet. She had been soaked all day. She could feel the way her pussy lips were engorged, how tingly and heavy they felt. Her nipples were so hard. She didn’t even want to think about her clitoris. It was swollen, God, and pulsing with her every heartbeat, and it must have peeked out from beneath its hood because she could feel its tip, oh so sensitive, rubbing against the lace of her panties.
“Are you turned on?” Jake asked, eyes still fixed on the girls.
“No,” Morgan said. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t… Kira let out a strangled moan, and shot back into an upright position, leaning back as she thrust her pussy hard against Lucy’s. Morgan felt a little gush of wetness seep out of her.
“Are you wet?”
“No,” Morgan said. Oh, I’m… Kira’s pace was as fierce as ever- she had always taken being an older sister seriously and seemed predictably determined in her mission to get her sister off- but Lucy’s pace had started to falter, there was no rhythm, she was meeting Kira’s thrusts haphazardly, hips pumping quickly, then slowly, as her legs started to twitch in separate cadence. Morgan’s’ vagina seemed to tighten in on itself, clutching wildly around nothing, and she had to physically fight from shifting in her seat.
“You’re not horny at all?”
“No, Jesus Jake,” Morgan snapped, and speaking of snap, that was the only way to describe the movement of her eight-year old’s hips, they snapped hard against her sister, making their pussies kiss again and again through the cotton of their panties. Morgan was leaking now.
“You’re a bad fucking liar, babe,” Jake said. “You’re wearing gray leggings. I’ve been watching that wet patch grow ever since you sat down.”
And oh, fuck, he was right. She had forgotten that. Morgan forced herself to remain still, not to look and check, because she if she looked down and saw a dark spot on her crotch, visible for her two young daughters to see, her shame would swallow her whole. Morgan was not disgusting. She was not going to act on this.
“Touch yourself, babe. Do it with me.” Jake was going so fast now, almost outpacing his two little girls as they writhed furiously together on the couch.
“I’m not going to touch myself,” Morgan said through gritted teeth.
“Oh, ah!” Lucy shouted, suddenly, her eyes popping open in alarm. “What’s-?”
“H-h-hah, that’s it, see, I told you,” Kira reached a hand up to palm at her own nonexistent chest. “You’re gonna- it’s gonna feel so- ah!"
She’s not going to last, Morgan thought, hating herself for thinking it. Kira was clearly close, already familiar with how to ride the wave and having now rubbed her pussy on her sisters for several minutes. She looked absolutely lost in ecstasy- fuck, Morgan’s clit pulsed at that- she was moving her hips madly, like a girl possessed, all the while her little sister was just lying back and taking it, practically shivering with the sensations she was feeling.
Morgan’s breath hitched in her throat before she could stop herself. Her cunt was so needy, desperate, desperate to hump against anything it could. She let her eyes flicker to where her husband rubbed his cock like a madman, and for a brief second felt envious of that pillow he still uselessly held in front of himself, because if she could just press it to herself for even one second-
No. That’s off limits. You are not going to touch yourself watching them.
Morgan tried with all her might to ignore her growing desperation.
Lucy was also getting somewhere, but for her, it was for the first time ever. She was now lifting her entire body up to meet her sister’s desperate grinds. And Kira was groaning on every thrust now, “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” as she let the sensation wash over her. Lucy was watching her with wide, almost fearful eyes.
“Oh my god, what’s…?”
Morgan shifted in her seat, unwillingly. It was starting to get difficult to ignore the throbbing of her clit. She honestly was amazed by how hard it was going, how rhythmic the pulses were, how she felt like it was standing up and saluting the unbearable horniness of the situation. She almost couldn’t believe the strength at which her poor fucking clit was moving… Morgan got aroused easily, and came quickly, but she had never gotten so far with so little stimulation, in fact the way that her clit was trembling right now was almost like how it contracted in the middle of orgas-
Oh, no.
“She’s gonna cum,” Jake said. His voice was high and sounded far away. “Kira, she’s, hnnnngggg, I can tell.”
Morgan had stopped breathing. She felt lightheaded. Her entire pussy clenched, almost painfully, and she let out her breath in a rush.
“Oh, are you horny now?” Jake asked, teasing.
“Stop it,” she said. She focused every muscle in her body, every brain cell swirling around up there, into calming herself down. Should she count? Should she think of baseball? Her body was still as a statue, as Kira’s movements started to get slower, and harder, and more vigorous-
“Touch yourself, baby.”
“Stop it,” Morgan whined. She whined. She wasn’t sure if she was talking to Jake, or to her cunt, to the needy way it pulsed and clenched and dribbled. She gripped the edges of the couch- one more second on her lap and they would have been digging furiously into her hole- she forced herself to sit back and close her eyes for just a moment, just one moment to-
“Fuck, you almost look like you could cum any second.”
“NO,” Morgan gasped, in defiance and in desperate prayer. “I couldn’t. I haven’t even touched myself.”
“Ahhhh!” Kira shrieked, as her entire body began to shake, as she relentlessly pounded against her sister, “Ah, ah, Ah, AH, AHHH, AHHHH!”
Suddenly, Morgan’s clit started twitching fast, and faster, until it wasn’t on every breath, or with every heartbeat, but a rapid ripple that forced her hips to move up, against her will-
“Morgan…?”
Jake was staring at her, incredulous. Fuck, he came, she managed to recognize, seeing pearls of cum drip down that gorgeous dick, and, oh-
“Morgan, are you actually going to-?”
“What?” She whimpered as a whimper as her thighs began to twitch together, as another drop of slick slid achingly slowly out of- Don’t touch yourself, if you don’t touch yourself you can’t-
“I swear, it looks like you could almost-”
“MOMMY!”
Morgan’s head whipped up. That was their baby girl, their little Lucy, crying out for help- but it wasn’t help she wanted, not at all, her legs and arms were splayed out as far as they could be, and, having reached her pleasure, Kira was now thrusting ardently against her again, with that same crushing pace.
“Mommy, something’s happening!”
She’s gonna- oh FUCK, Morgan’s clit hammered as hard as it ever had, once, TWICE, OH-
“Baby, are you-”
Lucy was…
She was cumming, for the very first time in her life. She had called out for her mom, and then had been completely silenced by what was happening to her. She just shook, and shook, and trembled and Kira moved against her, and every inch of Morgan’s pussy was quivering along with her, but she was a good mom, she was a good mother, she wouldn’t touch herself, she wouldn’t press any fingers to her needy cunt, or grind against anything, she would sit as still as possible, no matter-
Lucy’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, and Morgan was lost before she could realize it. Her aching clit had had enough and, untouched, it exploded.
Morgan orgasmed.
She came. Oh my god, she fucking came. She hadn’t even- one second she was focused on staying still, on staying good, but as she watched her little baby girl shudder with the force of her first orgasm, her clit throbbed harder than it ever had in its life, and her pussy pulsed, and she felt the desires that had plagued her all day finally erupt as the most intense pleasure she had ever known rose up and broke and-
When she felt the gush, she could hardly think to herself, I’m squirting, because the pleasure was wracking her whole body and she was just trying to stay quiet, not to alert her little girls- but it didn’t matter whether she acknowledged it or not, she was squirting, she was squirting untouched. She hadn’t laid a hand on her needy pussy all day and it had had enough, and as she started to feel lightheaded from the force of her orgasm-
“Unhhh, Mommy.”
Somehow, Morgan was able to open an eye. The girls had disentangled, and Lucy, looking wrecked, completely fucked-out, spoke to hear:
“Mommy, I cummed.”
She cummed. She cummed. She fucking, oh my god, she cummed, she orgasmed right in front of-
Morgan was still in the throes of her earth-shattering climax, but this thought made her squirt violently again, an even larger gush that soaked through her leggings, all the way down to the leg, gushed out all over their brand new couch. She couldn’t think straight. It was pure pleasure, and all she could do was bite down on her lip and pray that the disgusting, perverted words that flew through her brain didn’t find an escape through her mouth....
I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Oh god, I can’t stop squirting, I’m cumming so hard, fucking girls scissoring on the couch, oh my God, Jake nutting all over his fist, oh fuck, my clit, fuck I’ve never… Lucy, never this hard, Kira, oh my god, oh god, I’m orgasming my fucking brains out, oh god, FUCK, AH, AH, ah, ah, ah….
“Mom peed herself,” Lucy said, but Morgan was still too lost in pleasure to reply, still feeling the waves pulsing through her cunt and nipples, even her asshole throbbing hard enough to garner her attention. Her grip against the sides of the couch had never weakened, not until now…
“She didn’t pee herself,” Jake said kindly. Had his voice always sounded so faint and far away? “She squirted. It’s something that some women do when they cum sometimes.”
“Mommy cummed?” Lucy asked, and with this, Morgan felt one final, smaller, burst of juice escape her, and all of a sudden her head was ringing, and the voices of her family faded- and the black behind her eyes turned to white….
∞ ∞ ∞
The first thought Morgan Oliver had when she woke up was: I’ve never cum that hard in my entire life.
The second thought, she voiced aloud:
“Is that a gun in your boxers, or are you just happy to see me?”
“Very happy,” Jake groaned in her ear, breath ticking her dark hair. “I had to carry you and the girls upstairs last night, so I’m gonna make you do all the work this morning."
"Fine by me," she said with a laugh. In her sleep, somehow, the worries of yesterday didn't seem to matter so much...
The third thought Morgan had, as she slipped her husband inside her and started riding him with vigor, as their little girl's giggles floated in from the other room....
Maybe this New Town isn’t going to be so bad after all.