You could stick them in a lesbian's behind!”
“Please!”
“You'll listen! I'm no lesbian like my mother and her sisters. I've gone to bed with hundreds and hundreds of lesbians: blondes, brunettes, redheads, brown-haired ones, even negresses. But I'm no lesbian. I prefer a prick. Even so, I still have a vice. Have I got the right to one vice? (Here her voice began to tremble.) It excites me to have my ass licked by my daughters. I'm very Catholic, almost devout, and a priest once told me that it was the greatest sin I could commit. Ever since then I've done it every day. Even when I'm fingering myself, one of them always comes to suck at my hairs. Even when you're cornholing me it excites me to think about it. Charlotte's stupid, but when she has her tongue there I tell myself that that's my eldest daughter and it makes me come twice as much.”
She began to twist her body and I knew that she wouldn't be able to rest in her quivering immobility much longer.
“The imbeciles that cornhole us one on top of another think that incest… Ha! Ha! Ha! And it's all for my pleasure!”
Then, working her long supple body back and forth with movements of her rear that finally began to appease my interminably deceived desire, she chose this moment that she had so carefully and patiently worked up to, the moment when I could no longer neither repulse nor interrupt her, and then, with me more ardent than I had yet been, though perhaps less bewildered, she began to speak slowly without raising her voice.
“My three daughters are my bordello. I strip them naked in my living room and I take my choice. I take the one that tempts me most at the time and that one, in front of her sisters, sucks the lips of my ass, licks the slit between my buttocks, sticks her tongue into my behind, then comes around to suck my snatch and swallow everything I discharge. And I have trained them so well that I can shit the come of men who have cornholed me into their mouths. I told you a little while ago that I took Charlotte into another room? Well, it wasn't true. I awoke the others too! They saw everything! And Lili was jealous! She came to lick my ass afterwards because she thought there might be a drop left!”
I heard no more. I was morally exhausted, and even my physical fatigue surpassed all measure, without a doubt as a result of the long wait I had just undergone. For two minutes I remained motionless on my bed without a thought in my mind.
X
When I opened my eyes again, Teresa had re-entered, still completely naked, bring with her Lili; a Lili entirely new for me, a Lili in her nightgown with a braid of hair down her back; a Lili asleep on her feet.
She dropped the girl into an armchair like a rag doll and came over to whisper into my ear, carefully separating each word:
“Let me alone now. She's my daughter, and I can raise her how I want. If you insult me in front of her or try to keep her from doing what I ask, I'll never forgive you.”
She could have saved her breath, for I had not the least intention. I was completely dazed. I had no intentions, good or bad, towards either her or Lili.
Teresa made the girl get up from her chair, where she seemed to have fallen once more to sleep and somehow awoke her completely with the words, “Show us how you can wake up when you see a man. Ready? One! Two! Three! Are you still asleep?”
“No, mama.”
“Good; Now what docs a little girl do when she is standing in front of a man and she is in her nightgown?”
And just as she would have recalled a rule of polite behavior that all good children should know, Lili, with a funny little smile, raised her nightgown to her waist and spread her legs a little. Then she threw herself around my neck and, kindly but slightly scolding, said, “You were cornholing Charlotte! She told me all about it.”
“I'm not surprised! She told me quite a bit too.”
“About what.”
“I know how you eat your cookies.”
“My cookies? You mean when I stick them info her pussy before she fingers herself? And what else?”
I turned towards Teresa. “Can I ask her how she was born?”
“Certainly. Tell him Lili.”
She hesitated, however. Then, seeing that I already knew, she began to laugh.
“Charlotte is my father. She knocked up mama with her asshole.”
She even (and since I'd never seen Lili crack a joke of this type, I think that this was maliciousness) quickly added something I had not asked for.
“In our family we always make the kids that way. Mama just made another one tonight with Charlotte, but it didn't take because it wag in her mouth instead.”
Lili never laughed when she joked, and, seeing that I wasn't laughing either, Teresa quickly said, “Are you keeping that nightshirt on so you'll look like an angel, my under-fucked little toad? Or is it something to catch the drops of come in?”
Scarcely touched by the blast, the little angel removed her gown and said to her mother, “Do I have to undo my braid?”
“No. Come over here to me and tell us what you did with him yesterday.”
“I had his prick in me everywhere, mama. From the front, from behind, and in the mouth.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes, I only have three holes. It's too bad that you didn't give me fourteen.”
“Listen to her… And what else do you know how to do?”
“Anything you want.”
“Tell us what.”
Lili hesitated, sighed, then after glancing towards me, replied with all the discouragement of a young girl who has given up trying to bring her mother up properly.
“A lot of things that he doesn't like, mama. I saw that right away.”
“Oh? You saw that?'
“Yes. He's not the kind that likes to piss on little girls and make them do all kinds of stupid things. He doesn't like anything that's dirty and he likes everything that's good… And he isn't vicious either. He isn't the sort to use a whip. But I know something that he won't say no to.”
She whispered excitedly into her mother's ear.
“Repeat it out loud,” said Teresa. “Don't be afraid. Say it just like you said it to me.”
Lili lowered her eyes and spoke in such a reluctant and embarrassed manner that she sighed deeply between each word.
“When he… When he… cornholes you… mama… Ill put… I'll put my hand into your pussy and… and I'll…' I'll..”
“Little imbecile!” cried Teresa. “You'll take his prick through the skin of my cunt and beat him off into my ass. What are you making so much out of so little for? And if I suck him?”
'Til lick his balls and his ass.”
“And if we fuck?”
“That would bowl me over!” said Lili seriously.
Teresa bunt out laughing and howled until her loins and her stomach shook.
Up to that point, Lili had been a victim of stage-fright. So free with either myself or her mother, she let herself be intimidated by the sight of both of us 'together. For her the two of us formed a public and she had behaved accordingly. Now, her mother's laughter suddenly transformed her like an unexpected success sometimes transforms a young actress. From that moment on she wore an entirely different expression, and Teresa, quick to note any change in her daughters, said loudly, “Miss Lili! On stage! What do you call that costume you're wearing?”
