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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Wednesday, June 12th, 2013 – Belinda Blackwood – South Hill, WA

“Come on, mom,” Cassie cajoled, jogging backwards. The girl had too much energy and twenty years on me.

Cassie was almost a spitting image of me at eighteen. We had the same, beautiful shade of honey-brown hair—Cassie’s was still long and tied back in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy, while mine was shorter, in an easier to manage haircut. Cassie had my dainty nose, my pouty lips, and my delicate cheekbones. But she had her father’s hazel eyes, and the same slim, lithe build that my mother-in-law possessed. It was obvious she didn’t get my curves. I often caught her envious stares at my double D’s, and she would whine about how small her breasts were.

“C’mon slowpoke,” Cassie said with a mischievous smile as she jogged backwards. She was full of all that youthful energy.

“Slowpoke,” I gasped in mock outrage. “Is that anyway to address your mother? I ought to tan your backside!”

“You’d have to catch me first, Mom,” Cassie said and turned back around and sprinted away.

Even after sixth months of jogging with Cassie, I didn’t have anywhere close to her endurance. When I decided I needed to get in better shape, Cassie volunteered to keep me company while I jogged. Truthfully, I would have quit ages ago if Cassie didn’t seem to look so forward to our morning jogs. I had finally found a way to hang out with my babygirl again, and it was worth all the sweat and pain of jogging. Besides, my efforts had started to pay off. I’ve lost thirty pounds, most of it off my ass and stomach, and I was feeling sexy again. And Oscar, my husband, was enjoying the results almost nightly.

“Belinda, your ass is looking as great as it did when you were twenty,” Oscar had told me just last night when he had come up and rubbed my ass through my nightie. “As beautiful as the night we made Cassie.”

We were pretty sure I got knocked up on our honeymoon, or maybe right before the wedding. Cassie was earlier than we planned. Apparently, the pill wasn’t one hundred percent. Our first few years of marriage were a little rocky, and money was very tight until Oscar got a few promotions under his belt. But now I wouldn’t have had it happened any other way. Cassie was growing up to be such a fine, young lady.

We reached the light at 39th Avenue and Shaw Road and waited for the light to turn green.

“Mom?” Cassie said, tugging at my shirt sleeve. There was a panic, urgent tone to her voice.

Cassie was looking across Shaw Road where three people were jogging naked. I blinked in surprise. Two of the joggers were women, one was black-haired and in her late twenties, and the other was a brunette in her early thirties, who was maybe a year or two younger then myself. Behind them was a naked man, his cock obscenely hard, bouncing about in front of him as he jogged. They were just reaching the crosswalk across Shaw Road from us.

“Mom, they’re naked!” Cassie gasped in a strangled tone, then looked down at the ground, her face flushing.

Cassie flushed like a girl who’d never seen a cock before. She always claimed she was a virgin, and I never questioned her claim. When I was her age, I already had lost my cherry and had a pregnancy scare. The condom had broken and for two weeks I was in a panic that I was pregnant. Then my period came two days late. My life would have been so different if Billy Caldwell had knocked me up at eighteen. I hoped my daughter would make some better life choices.

I frowned across the street. Why were they naked? Maybe there was some naked jogging event going on today. You always heard about those up in Seattle. So maybe they’ve spread south? Or maybe that was a naked bike ride they had up in Seattle? I couldn’t remember.

I looked up Shaw Road, expecting to see more naked joggers. While casting my gaze about, I failed to notice the had light changed. The naked trio were already halfway across Shaw Road before I realized it, the black-haired woman giving us a friendly wave at us as her tits bounced before her. If she wasn’t naked, her wave would have been neighborly.

“Hi,” I said nervously, trying to keep my eyes up. What was going on?

The man had a hungry smile on his face and suddenly fear clutched my heart. I grabbed Cassie and pushed her behind me. I recognized him from the news. He was the terrorist Mark Glassner. Everywhere he went, people acted weird.

Like jogging naked.

I backed away, keeping Cassie behind me. “Mom?” she asked, her voice tremulous. “Is that…?”

“We need to run, babygirl!” I spat out.

“Don’t go,” the terrorist commanded as I turned to flee, pushing my daughter ahead of me.

His words echoed through my mind. My heart hammered, begging me to run, but I just couldn’t seem to get my feet to move. What was wrong with me? Did he somehow gas me? The news claimed Mark used some sort of mysterious gas to control people.

“Mom?” Cassie gasped. “I…I can’t run.”

I glanced over my shoulder. Mark was pushing past the other two women as he strode towards us, his blue eyes hungry, a boyish grin spreading across his lips. And his cock was hard and threatening, pointing at me and my daughter.

“I’m Mark. Who’re you?”

“Belinda,” I found myself answering, “and this is my daughter, Cassie.” Wow, that voice was so…so powerful. So mesmerizing. I had to answer him. I had to obey him.

His grin grew hungrier. “Hmm, there is something sexy about a mother and daughter together,” Mark suggestively leered and I flushed. That’s disgusting. Cassie trembled against me, and I put my arm protectively around her. She maybe eighteen, but she would always be my babygirl.

“You’re not touching my daughter,” I spat.

“We’ll see.” His smile grew broader. “I want the two of you to join my jogging club.”

Of course I would join his club.

“Do we have to be naked?” my daughter asked as she trembled behind me.

“Of course,” Mark laughed. “It’s the Naked Jogging Club. I know, I know. It’s not the most original name.” He shrugged. He was so confident. “The good news is, not only do you get to feel the excitement of being naked in public, your cunts are growing wet just thinking about my hard cock inside you. You two are my jogging sluts, aren’t you?”

A flash of heat went through me. I shuddered as my clothing suddenly felt so itchy. I wanted to be naked. I wanted all the passing, honking cars to see me naked. I wanted Mark to see me naked. Oh, god, I wanted Mark to fuck me. I loved my Oscar, but I have never been hornier in my life for a man.

“Yes, I’m your jogging slut.” Was that my voice that sounded so sexy? I rubbed my thighs together, my twat was getting all wet and itchy. I needed a good fucking, and Oscar wasn’t around. My eyes drifted down, and I let out a purring growl. Mark’s cock looked more than adequate to satisfy my hungry hole. In fact, it looked like the perfect tool to scratch the itch in my twat.

And that made sense since I was his jogging slut.

“Oh, yes, I’ll be your slut!” My sweet Cassie sound so slutty. She was still pressed against my back, and I swear I could feel her nipples harden through her top and sports bra.

“Then welcome to the club,” Mark said. “And good sluts are always horny for another woman’s pussy, even if the woman is related to you. Say your mother or daughter.”

A naughty flush went through my body as I eyed the two, naked women, drifting down their lush bodies to their fur-covered muffs. Then my eyes drifted over to my babygirl as she undressed. I wondered what her pussy tasted like. What it would feel to have my sweet Cassandra licking at my slutty cunt?

I was such a bad mother, but I wanted my daughter. Mark had pulled the wool from my eyes and revealed to me what my true desires were actually were.

The black-haired woman hugged me, pressing her delightful breasts to my side and her hot, wet pussy rubbed on my thigh. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to fall down on my knees and bury my face between her thighs. I never knew I was bisexual.

“I’m Anastasia, and this is Madeleine,” the black-haired woman purred, her hand rubbing at my bare midriff. “And you will not be disappointed by Mark. Yesterday, he fucked us so hard. And then, when I got home, I begged my husband to treat me like a little slut! Oh, it was so satisfying. My Stan got so into it. He took charge like a real man. Last night, he had me make him dinner wearing only an apron. And then I was dessert.” She touched my wedding ring. “You should try it. The only thing better than being your husband’s slut is being Mark’s!” She gave me a naughty wink.

I bet Oscar would love it if I was his slut.

I glanced back at my daughter who was pulling off the pink sports bra that contained her perky breasts. The little slut was horny, her nipples were hard. I was so proud of my babygirl as a hungry grin spread on Mark’s face as his eyes feasted on her tits.

“Let’s get that top off, sugar,” Madeleine said in a delightful, Southern drawl. She had a beautiful face and a wicked smile played on her lips. She grabbed the hem of my shirt, and I let her pull it up over my head. She deftly removed my gray sports bra and my big, bouncing breasts spilled out. “Sugar, the Lord gave you one beautiful set of hooters.” I shivered in pleasure as the Southern woman ran a finger around my large areola, brushing my fat nipple.

“I know, s’not fair,” Cassie vented. “The only two things I got from my dad were hazel eyes and small tits like grandma. Everyone on mom’s side of the family has huge knockers.”

Mark reached out, kneading her perky tip, his thump swiping across her hard, little nipple. “You got a sexy pair of tits,” Mark told her, and she flushed, a pleased smile spreading across her lips.

“Where’s all your pubic hair, young lady?” I gasped when Cassie’s baby-blue boy shorts came off. She was shaved bare, her slit was a tight line that hid her labia minora and clitoris. I shuddered as my newfound, lesbian desires washed through me. I wanted to lick my babygirl’s twat. I didn’t care how wrong it was.

“I shave it,” Cassie said, rolling her eyes. “Everyone shaves their pussies, mom. Jeez.”

“Have you let some boy stick his dick up your cunt?” Mark asked.

“Yeah,” Cassie admitted, her cheeks reddening as she shifted. She gave me me a nervous look. “A few.”

I guess she really was me at eighteen.

I couldn’t look away from her shaved vulva. I reached out and stroked her pussy lips. Cars honked. People watched me touch my daughters bare, moist twat. “I…I like it, babygirl. It’s…sexy.”

Her cheeks blushed. “Thanks, Mom.” She reached out and ran a finger through my brown pubic hair. “This is kinda sexy, too.”

I grinned at my daughter.

Mark smacked my ass. “Let’s get jogging, ladies. I want to see those fine asses jiggling.” He gave me a squeeze, his fingers dipping into my crack. “You can go now.”

Whatever force had kept me in place had vanished.

“Yes, let’s go!” Cassie smiled, bouncing up and down, shaking those wonderful tits. She jogged up the road, shaking that ass. I followed.

Mark jogged behind us ladies, staring at our asses. I put all the shake I could into my ass, giving Mark an enticing view. I wanted to please him. I was his jogging slut. He was such a remarkable man. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watched the bouncing breasts beside me. I couldn’t wait to have my first, lesbian experience.

We had not even jogged a hundred yards when Cassie gasped in shock and pointed down the road. There was a news van parked across the road and a cameraman filming us. A strange exhilaration burned through me as I realized a complete stranger was filming me naked. It would be on the news. Everyone in Western Washington would see my naked body.

My pussy dripped.

“Fuck,” Mark muttered, examining the situation. “Well, she’s probably hot.” I furrowed my eyes, wonder what Mark was talking about, and then I saw a second figure in a pink blouse standing beside the cameraman. “Ladies, jog back to Madeleine’s house, get dressed, and go home. We’ll meet at my house at six tomorrow morning.”

“You’re not going to fuck me?” I asked, then flushed. I couldn’t believe I asked him that. But I was so horny, I really needed his dick in me.

“I’ll fuck you and your daughter tomorrow,” Mark grinned.

Maybe when I get home, I’ll convince Oscar to make me his slut and take a sick day. We could spend the entire day in bed, doing whatever nasty things my Oscar wanted. I glanced at Cassie and a terrible, depraved thought filled my mind. Maybe she should stay home sick, too. After all, we were both sluts now.

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Thursday, June 13th, 2013 – Cassie Blackwood – South Hill, WA

I out distanced the others as we turned onto Mountain View Court. I was just so excited to get fucked by Mark. It’s all I thought about last night. My poor little twat was still a little sore from how many times I petted my pussy yesterday. And so I had to wait with breathless excitement on Madeleine’s porch for Mark, my mom, Anastasia, and Madeleine. The news van was still in front of Mark’s house, but the SWAT vehicle was gone and all of Mark’s naked sluts had headed inside his house.

Yesterday had been so wild. Even though I didn’t get to fuck Mark, when we got home my mom begged dad to let her be his slut. And Dad was more than happy to let her. It was kinda disgusting and kinda hot all at the same time. My mom got Dad all hot and bothered then told him she’d love to see him fuck me. I didn’t have a problem with that—my dad was so handsome and kind. Not like the boys at my school who just want to get off inside me. I knew my dad would make feel so amazing.

Turned out my dad didn’t have a problem with fucking me either. At least, not after he got a look at my naked, nubile body. I came so hard for Dad. And then Mom surprised us both by giving me a second orgasm as she licked my naughty pussy clean. Dad was roaring to go after that, and Mom mounted his cock and rode him hard. My dad was grunting like an animal, calling Mom such filthy names and she loved it. When they finished, Mom taught me how to lick another woman’s pretty pussy. Mom tasted wonderful, sour and sweet all at the same time and mixed with Daddy’s salty cum.

“Hurry up!” I eagerly shouted as the adults finally rounded the corner. I was so excited, I was dancing on the balls of my feet, my pussy drenched with my juices.

It was fun watching Mom, Anastasia, and Madeline’s breasts bounce up and down while Mark’s cock was swaying and bobbing. I licked my lips, rubbed my thighs together. I couldn’t wait to feel Mark’s cock up my pussy. I was his slut, and a good slut needs to feed her pussy a lot of dicks. That’s what Jodi Miller said in the girl’s bathroom a few days ago. And she should know, she was the biggest slut at my community college.

I threw myself at Mark, pushing past Madeleine, and hugged him. I rubbed my hard nipples against his hairy chest—letting him feel my excitement. His hard cock rubbed against my stomach—he was excited, too. I greedily kissed him as Madeleine opened the door. Then I jumped up and wrapped my legs around Mark’s waist, my hot, little pussy wetly rubbing on his belly. He carried me inside with an hungry grin.

“Eager slut,” he growled and threw me onto the couch. He grabbed Mom and pushed her towards me. “Sit on your slutty daughter’s face.”

“Ohh, I’d love that,” Mom moaned as Mark smacked her ass.

Meanwhile, Madeleine and Anastasia were sitting on a recliner, Anastasia on Madeleine’s lap, and the pair were making out madly. Anastasia caressed Madeleine’s tits—they were another pair of breasts larger than my little tits. Ugghh, why did I have to take after my dad’s side of the family? Mom has these amazing tits. They were large and pillowy, and they swayed so sexy as she walked towards me. Her slightest motion made them jiggle. I practically had to do jumping jacks to get any jiggle out of my tits.

“Oh, yes!” Anastasia moaned as Madeleine’s hand roamed her ass, squeezing her cheeks. I giggled as Madeline’s finger dipped into Anastasia’s crack.

Then my view was blocked as mom’s sleek thighs straddled my face. Her shaved pussy lowered down to my eager lips. Yesterday, my mom had a well groomed, brown bush. But Daddy loved my shaved pussy so much, Mom asked me to show her how to shave it. I had a lot of fun lathering up her bush and carefully shaving her lips with a razor. When I was all finished, I gave her pussy a nice licking until Mom gushed all over my face.

I was eager for another taste.

“Eat me, babygirl,” moaned Mom as she smeared her pussy around my face.

“Oh, yes!” I shuddered, inhaling her musk.

I licked my mom’s pussy as Mark’s cock thrust into my tunnel. His cock was so amazing. I had been fantasizing about it since yesterday. Daddy’s was nice, but I was horny for Mark’s cock. I clamped my eighteen-year-old pussy down on his shaft, savoring every inch of his girth as he plunged in and out of me.

I moaned into my mother’s pussy as Mark filled me up so deliciously. His cock rubbed all the best places inside me. I drank my mom’s delicious flavors, sour and sweet, sliding my tongue all over her pussy. I sucked her large, drooping labia, nibbled on her tiny clit, and jammed my tongue into her wet hole.

“Oh yes, eat Mommy’s pussy! Mmm, my babygirl’s such a great muff diver. Ohh, you’re making Mommy feel so great, you slutty child!”

“I love watching a daughter eat her mother’s pussy,” Mark growled.

Mark picked up the pace, fucking me harder. His heavy balls slapped against my taint with meaty thunks. Every thrust of his cock felt better than the last as my entire cunt burned with pleasure. I gasped, my hips moving, matching Mark’s rhythm as the pleasure burned through me.

I thrust my tongue deep into my mother’s pussy as the pleasure swelled through me. Mark’s cock rubbed at all the wonderfully naughty places inside my pussy. I squeezed down with my muscles, gripping his girth as hard as my pussy could.

I wanted to enjoy every inch of his cock.

“Such a tight pussy!” Mark moaned. Joy surged through me. I was making Mark happy like a good, little jogging slut. “God, I love fucking barely-legal cunt!”

I slurped on my mom’s delicious juices as Mark pounded my barely-legal cunt. Mom shuddered and wiggled her hips, rubbing her cunt all over my face. I tongued her harder. I was a loving daughter, so I was eager to bring her greater and greater pleasure.

My own orgasm drew nearer. I moaned and gasped into Mom’s pussy as I bucked into Mark’s thrusts. The hot pleasure swelled in me. I just needed a few more strokes and I would erupt.

I gasped in frustration when Mark pulled out of my pussy, leaving an aching emptiness inside my cunt.

“No!” I moaned, unable to hide my disappointment. I needed to cum. “Please, put it back in! I was so close! My pussy needs to be fed some man-milk! She’s so hungry!”

“I have a different hole to feed,” Mark answered.

Mark raised my hips up a bit, his hard cock sliding down into the crack of my ass. I shuddered as he prodded his cock against my sphincter. I tensed, my pussy and asscheeks clenching as a nervous thrill went through me.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Cassie?”

“No,” I answered. My insides churned. I had heard it would hurt. Fear clutched me. But I shouldn’t be afraid. I was Mark’s slut, and if he wanted to fuck me up the ass. Besides, Jodi Miller always said a slut takes it up the ass. And she would know.

“How ’bout you, Belinda?” Mark asked.

“Yes,” Mom answered. “Oscar always wanted me to, but I always said no. But last night, he reminded me I was his slut. And it felt so amazing, Cassie. You’ll love it, babygirl.”

Jodi Miller was right. My mom was a slut and she took it up the ass. So I could, too. I bet it would feel amazing.

Fingers stroked my pussy. They were as soft as a mother’s caress. Then Mom bent over and we were sixty-nining as Mark pushed his cock against the tight ring of my asshole. I groaned into my mom’s pussy as my ass was invaded.

God, I thought he felt big in my pussy, but he felt enormous in my ass. And it was so weird, a strange inversion of sensations that rippled heat through my nethers. A strange tingle slowly radiated from my ass as Mark’s cock slid slowly in and out of my tight bowels. With every stroke of his cock, my fear relaxed and the strange tingle transformed into pleasure.

“So tight,” Mark groaned, slowly picking up speed. “Fucking virgin ass is amazing.”

My mom’s tongue flicked at my clit, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. My clit vibrated as my mother moaned her orgasm into me, her juices flooding my eager mouth. I drank them down, holding onto my mother ass as she bucked.

“Drink her cum, slut,” grunted Mark. “You’re such a filthy slut. I love it! Oh, fuck! A pair of mother and daughter sluts!”

“Yes,” I moaned into my mom’s pussy.

“God, yes,” gasped Mom. “Fuck my daughter’s ass. Please, make her cum, Mark.”

Mark laughed, his hands tightening on my thighs, almost pulling me back into his thrusts. His hips hammered away, his cock plunging in and out of my ass. The friction was intense, merging with the bliss of mom’s tongue swirling about my clit.

It was too much. Mom’s tongue felt wicked on my clit and Mark’s cock felt amazing as he reamed my ass. I was about to cum. The pleasure swelled through me. My entire body trembled. I was ready to be carried away.

I came.

Stars danced before my eyes as I bucked beneath my mom, my ass clenching on Mark’s cock. My screams of passion were muffled by my mom’s juicy pussy. I had finally cum on Mark’s cock. My bodies frustrations were finally satisfied.

It was amazing. I wanted to fuck him every morning.

“I love fucking tight, virgin ass!” Mark moaned. He slammed into me. His cock erupted, pumping hot, wet cum deep into my asshole. I shuddered. I was such a slut. His slut.

Mark pulled out, leaving my ass gaping as his cum dribbled out. My mom climbed off my face and I sat up on my elbows. Mark grabbed my mom’s hand and led her to another chair. He sat down, and seized her hair, pulling her mouth to his dirty cock.

“Lick your daughter’s ass off my cock, whore,” he growled.

“Oh, yes,” my mom moaned.

I watched in amazement as mom licked his dirty cock clean of my ass. My mom was tasting my ass. I squeezed my thighs together as a new heat built inside me. My mom was such a slut for Mark. Her gorgeous ass wiggled as she slurped on Mark’s cock.

“Hey, sugar,” Madeline drawled, suddenly standing over me. Her face was sticky with Anastasia’s juices. She gave my ass a slap. “You’re leaking cum onto my couch, girl. Did your parents learn you no manners?”

“Oh, shit, sorry,” I gulped, standing up. I flushed at her angry tone. Mark’s cum greasily ran out of my ass and down to my taint.

“And don’t swear in my house, sugar,” Madeleine said, her voice stern, broaching no backtalk. “I’m a good Christian woman, and I will not abide a foul mouth.”

“Okay, sorry,” I said, intimidate by the woman and her accent.

She sat down and spread her legs, revealing a brown furred pussy. “You can forgive me by givin’ my cooter a good lickin’.”

“What’s a cooter?” I asked, frowning.

“My pussy, sugar,” she purred. “My wet, horny pussy.” She ran a finger through her bush, pushing a pussy lip to the side and exposing the wet, pink flesh of her cunt.

I smiled, licking my lips. “I can do that, Madeleine.”

“That’s Mrs. Rowe to you, sugar,” she corrected as I knelt down. She seized my long, honey-brown hair and pulled my face into her furry pussy. My tongue licked across her tangy-spicy slit. “Hmm, you’re like a pretty kitty-cat lappin’ at a saucer of milk,” Madeleine moaned as I tongued her delicious pussy.

I felt hands spreading my asscheeks, and then a tongue licked at my ass, swirling about my puckered asshole. That tongue sent delicious tingles through my body. I glanced behind me to see Anastasia lips, stained with Mark’s cum, lapping at my asshole. It was such a naughty feeling as she rimmed my puckered hole.

“Hey now, sugar. You kids need to learn to finish what you start.” Madeleine strong hands pulled me back to her cunt, and I eagerly resumed licking her pussy.

The Naked Jogging Club was the greatest group ever. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow or the next day. Who knew keeping in shape could be so fun and naughty.

To be continued…

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