Naughty New Year's
Jim Hardiman's Skunk Sisters do something naughty even for them!
NAUGHTY NEW YEAR'S
by Little Bill
(WARNING: The following story contains nonconsensual incest. Please do not read this if you are a minor or are offended by such material. But if neither is the case, enjoy.)
(NOTE: The skunk sisters are copyright of the late James M. Hardiman, who did see this story before he died, and the story was originally posted on the SkunkworksAMA Yahoo! Group.)
It was half past nine on December 31st when Val's doorbell rang. The skunk went up to her front door and looked through the peephole, As expected, her three daughters were on the other side, standing and waiting. Val opened the door and a blast of cold air hit her. Florida winters were not freezing and snowy like those in the northern regions of the country, but the weather was still far from balmy. Lori, Natasha, and Onyx quickly stepped inside, and Val closed the door after them. "Hi, Mom," the skunks chorused.
"Hi everyone," replied Val, and hugged and kissed each of her daughters. Noticing the bags they were carrying, she added, "What have you brought?"
Natasha, who was closest, brought out a bottle of champagne. "We decided on a little drinking for New Year's Day!" she said.
Val examined the bottle. "Oh, real champagne?"
"Yep," Natasha smiled.
"How did you get it?" asked Val. "You're all seventeen years old, too young to buy liquor."
"Jim brought it for us," replied Onyx. "We promised him we wouldn't drink any of it before we brought it to you, and we didn't."
The sisters were putting the bags down in front of their mother, and Val looked inside them to find they contained a number of bottles of various liquors. "What's the idea, we're all supposed to get smashed-up drink?" she asked incredulously.
"No, no," laughed Natasha. "The champagne's for midnight, and you're supposed to choose one or two of the other bottles to drink tonight. He wants the other ones back, the ones we don't use."
"You're under the legal drinking age, you know," scolded Val.
"Aw, come on," protested Onyx. "Technically we're too young, but we're not little kids. Besides, I thought we were staying with you overnight, so you won't have to worry about us going out and getting into trouble."
"Yes, you are staying with me overnight," replied Val, who went to the front door and locked the deadbolt lock to emphasize her point. "With all the drunken drivers that are going to be out tonight, I wouldn't want you outside if you were perfectly sober."
"We won't step outside the house until next morning," Lori promised. "If we get soused, we'll go right to bed and sleep it off."
"I hope you don't overdo it and get health damage," said Val.
"I think you'd have to drink quite a lot of booze to get health damage," replied Onyx. Gesturing toward the bags, she added, "And we're certainly not going to drink all of these. Like Natasha said, Jim allowed us only a couple."
"I'm surprised he'd trust you," said Val sardonically.
"No," replied Natasha, "but he'd trust you. You're our mother and you'd certainly keep us on our best behavior."
"Oh, I will," said Val. "All right, tonight you can have alcohol because of the New Year's holiday, but only a small amount, just as Jim told you to. And I hope you didn't come here just to drink."
"Of course not," said Lori. Got anything for us to eat?" At Val's responding expression, Lori quickly added, "Just kidding."
"I do have mixed nuts," said Val. "In the meantime, who don't you take off your coats and stay a while?"
The sisters took off their coats, gloves, and caps, and handed them to their mother, who took them and placed them on a nearby coat rack. Though it had turned out to be a dry day, the sisters had decided to put on their rubber boots just in case, and they unfastened and removed them and placed them beneath the coat rack. With winter gear removed, the skunks were dressed in a similar fashion-warm shirts or sweaters, long trousers, and bare feet. The sisters noticed the green Christmas-themed sweater their mother was wearing.
"Do you celebrate Orthodox Christmas?" joked Onyx.
Realizing the reference to her sweater, Val replied, "Actually, I read that in medieval times. The twelve days of Christmas started on December 24th and ended twelve days later. The part about the Christmas season beginning the day after Thanksgiving is strictly the result of modern commercialism."
"So you stop wearing the sweater on January 4th?" joked Onyx.
"I stop wearing it when I take the Christmas decorations down," said Val.
"Oh, you wear it until April," said Natasha.
"Oh, no" said Val. "I take them down in early January, and the job will go faster because you'll help me with that."
"You and your big mouth," Lori growled at Natasha.
"None of that, Lori," warned Val. "I was going to ask you anyway, so don't get nasty with your sister."
"Sorry, Mom," Lori replied quickly, fearing her mother's anger. She shuddered at the last time she got her mother angry, during the photo shoot where she and her sisters played the joke of sexually touching their mother. Okay, they had gone too far, especially her with her sticking her middle finger into her mother's vagina, but she had not anticipated that her mother would have been so furious. Lori shuddered, remember how sore she had been after her mother punished her. Two full days of having to thoroughly clean her house, especially having to scour her oven clean! Fortunately their mother seemed to have forgiven them afterward, and the incident was never mentioned again.
"So what shall we do?" asked Val. "Shall we put on the television, or just the radio?"
"How about the television?" suggested Onyx.
Nobody had any objections, so Val tuned to a New Year's special program on television. A rock band was playing that nobody was familiar with, and Val brought out several cans of mixed nuts, which she and her daughters started to eat. Everybody enjoyed the nuts, but nobody seemed to care about the program. The band finished and the announcers came on and bantered, but they weren't very interesting. Bored, Val asked the others, "Want to try another channel?"
Everyone agreed, but the New Year's program on the other channel was no better, and Val tried a third, which also failed to raise interest. Val finally said, "The Radio has the New Year's 'Midnight Special' program on, if you like that instead."
"Sure I would," said Natasha. "It's the same comic songs every year, but at least they're funny."
So the television was turned off and the radio turned on and tuned to the station carrying the "Midnight Special" program. At the moment, the song "Have Some Madeira, M'Dear" by Flanders and Swann was being played. Lori suddenly brightened as the song was being played, and ran toward the bags carrying the liquor bottles. Before anyone could ask any questions, she found and produced a bottle of Madeira wine, smiling as she showed the others.
"Just the thing for young girls to drink right after hearing that song," said Val in dismay.
"There's no dirty old man here to seduce us," laughed Lori. "Ever since I heard that song, I always wanted to try Madeira wine to see how it was like. It's just one bottle for the four of us, so I don't think it's enough to get us buzzed, let alone drunk."
"All right then," conceded their mother, going into the kitchen and bringing back some glasses.
Natasha poured a small amount of Madeira into each glass, and the skunks took them. "Well, a toast to the old year, I guess," said Lori. They drank the Madeira-which tasted like particularly strong and horrible cough medicine. Everyone winced and made disgusted noises.
"I'm sorry," said Lori in embarrassment, "I was expecting it to taste much better than this."
"If a dirty old man gave me this to drink," said Onyx, "He'd be in bed all right, but not because I was having sex with him."
"I'm sorry," Lori repeated. "I was the one who asked Jim to buy this for us, and it was just because the song piqued my curiosity. I didn't know it was going to be so horrible."
"Well, now you know," replied Natasha. "Let's find something else to drink."
Lori quickly gathered up the glasses and bottle of Madeira and hurried to the kitchen. The bottle was throw into the garbage and the glasses washed and dried. She brought back the glasses, to find that her sisters had already brought out the bottle of Bartles and Jaymes Strawberry Daiquiri wine cooler. Holding up the bottle, Onyx said, mimicking the commercial, "And thank you for your support."
"It'll certainly taste better than that other stuff," remarked Natasha.
"Be careful," warned Val. "I've heard about some young teenagers who ended up drinking too much and dying because they didn't realize how strong it was."
"I don't think we've brought so much that that would be a danger," replied Lori.
"I hope this evening is not going to just become a drinking session," said Val.
"At least let's drink this," said Onyx, "to wipe out the flavor of that other stuff from our mouths."
"Everyone was willing to do that, so the Bartyles and Jaymes was poured into the glasses and drunk. It tasted infinitely better than the Madeira, and the bottle was quickly finished. Lori went back to the bags and produced another bottle of Bartyles and Jaymes, this time the Classic Original flavor.
Remember what I said about overdoing it," reminded Val.
"We'll have it later, not now," said Lori. "Is that okay?"
"All right," said Val, who produced a deck of playing cards. "Why don't we play some cards?"
"Good idea," replied Natasha. "What game do you have in mind?"
"Um, poker?" suggested Onyx.
"How about 'Kings In The Corner'?" said Natasha.
Everyone agreed, and gathered around the dining room table to play. Val set up the game while Natasha took the empty bottle and glasses into the kitchen. Lori brought the nuts, and everyone sat down. They played several games, listening to the "Midnight Special" comic songs playing on the radio and munching on nuts. Abruptly Onyx got up and left the table, returning with clean glasses.
"What are you doing?" asked Val.
"I'm thirsty from the nuts," Onyx replied, picking up a new bottle of Bartyles and Jaymes. "Is it all right if we have this now?"
"Sure," said Val. "But like I said, let's not overdo on it."
Onyx opened the bottle and poured the wine cooler into each glass before sitting down and resuming playing. Tiring of "Kings In The Corner", the skunks decided to play rummy, and then later switched to poker after all. An hour and a half had passed, and during the time Lori quietly brought out and opened more bottle of Bartyles and Jaymes, two six packs of which were in one of the bags. Jim had correctly guessed that the girls would prefer this over the more exotic and expensive liquors.
"How long we got?" asked Val in a slurred tone. Her daughters noted with surprise and amusement that she was more intoxicated than they were.
"How long what?" replied Onyx.
"How long till midnight, the New Year," said Val.
"Oh!" Lori turned and checked the wall clock. "Another half hour. Do you want to put the TV back on?"
"Sure, tired of cards anyway." Val stood and winced. "Tired of sitting in this fucking chair too."
"Do you want to lie down?" asked Natasha. "Or..."
"No, no," said Val. "I'll move over to the easy chair."
"She started to walk toward it, but her gait was unsteady, and Lori and Natasha rushed to each side of their mother and grabbed her, preventing her from stumbling. Val put up a half-hearted protest as her daughters escorted her to the easy chair and helped her sit in it. "Thank you," she said.
"You sure you don't wan to go to bed?" asked Lori.
Val glanced toward the wall clock before answering. "I can stay up for another twenty minutes. Wouldn't want to miss everything after having stayed up for so long."
"Shall I leave the radio on, or do you want to watch TV?" asked Onyx.
"Ah, have them both on, why not?" replied Val. "The main reason for the TV anyway is so I can see the ball drop."
"Okay," said Natasha, and turned the television back on. The channel showed a male and female announcers engaged in some mildly interesting banter.
Lori looked toward the dining room table, which was still a mess from their earlier card playing. "We've got a fewq minutes," she said, "so I'll clean up everything now so we don't have to face it tomorrow."
"Need our help?" asked Natasha.
"No, I've got it," said Lori.
She went up to the table and picked up the cans of nuts. Taking them to the kitchen, she found their plastic covers and sealed the cans. Then she gathered up the used glasses, took those to the kitchen, then washed those and put them away. Then she gathered up the empty Bartyles and Jaymes bottles, noting their position on the table. Doing a quick mental calculation, Lori realized that besides the single bottle all four of them had initially shared, she herself had had most of a second one, her sisters had drunk the equivalent of one and a half bottles, and two more bottles plus the remainder was consumed by their mother. Lori smirked as she carried the bottles to the kitchen garbage and threw them inside. Their mother had originally warned them about drinking too much of the wine cooler, and she ended up drinking more than her daughters! Lori herself merely had a bit of a buzz, and her sisters seemed to be in a similar way, but definitely more sober than Mom. She then gathered up and put away the playing cards, then swept and wiped off the table.
"You done?" Onyx asked. "It's almost midnight."
"Okay then," Lori called back. "Let's break out the champagne!"
Lori hurried back to the kitchen and brought out four new glasses, fancier champagne glasses as opposed to the regular household glasses they had been drinking from previously. She also found and took a corkscrew bottle opener. Putting them on a tray, she went back to the dining room, found the bottle of champagne, and rejoined her family in front of the television set.
"Three minutes," said Natasha.
"Then I'd better get our toast ready," said Lori, who hurriedly opened the champagne bottle and poured its contents into the glasses. She handed out the glasses to her sisters, but when she handed one to her mother, she waved it away.
"I had too much to drink already," protested Val. "I shouldn't have more."
"Aw. Mom, it's our champagne toast to the new year," said Lori. "It won't hurt to take a little sip. Then we'll all go right to bed, okay?"
"Okay," said Val, and rather reluctantly took the glass.
"Fifteen seconds until the new year," said the announcer on television.
"Here it comes," said Lori.
The television screen showed a crowd of people gathered beneath the New Year's ball as it started to drop. The crowd chanted, along with the watching skunks, "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The ball came to rest and lit up as the crowd cheered.
"Happy New Year!" echoed the skunks, and clinked their glasses together rather clumsily. The sisters took several swallows to drain their glasses, while their mother downed it in one. So much for taking a little sip, thought Lori.
"Well, I guess it's bedtime," said Onyx.
"Wait, I'd better put away the glasses," said Lori, who took them back and carried everything back to the kitchen on the tray. She washed the glasses and put them away along with the corkscrew, and threw the empty bottle into the trash. Returning to the living room, she was surprised to see her mother still in the chair, with her sisters trying to help her to stand.
"Everything all right?" Lori asked worriedly.
"Shouldn't have had the champagne after all," croaked Val.
Suddenly feeling guilty, Lori ran up to her and shook her. "Mom! You don't need medical attention, do you?"
Val managed a smile. "Don't worry, I'm not going to die. I'll just sleep it off here."
"I think you'd better go to bed," said Natasha.
"Okay, if it makes you happier," Val slurred, and tried to stand. She tried again, with her daughters' help, and this time succeeded, but was unsteady on her feet. The three sisters held on to her as Val walked to her bedroom and sat on her bed. "Okay, I'm fine," said Val, and began to lie down again, but Lori stopped her.
"You might want to undress first," said Lori.
"Okay," said Val, and attempted to pull off her sweater, but was too groggy to do even that.
"Let us help," offered Lori, and the sisters pulled their mother's sweater off, then removed the bra, and put those off to one side. Then they lay her down and removed her jeans and panties and put those aside. Then they lifted their now naked mother back to a standing position, and Lori moved the bedcovers, after which her sisters lay Val upon the mattress. By now Val had fallen asleep, and Lori draped the bedcovers over her.
"Well, I guess it's bedtime for us too," said Onyx.
"You go ahead," replied Lori. "I'm going to use the bathroom first."
Lori went to the bathroom and removed her jeans and panties, not planning to put them on until the next morning. She sat on the toilet and emptied herself, the alcohol she had drunk earlier giving her plenty of incentive. Standing back up, Lori found she was a bit unsteady, concluding that it was caused by both tiredness and drink. Then she thought of her mother and decided to check upon her once more, jut to be on the safe side.
Returning to her mother's bedroom, Lori did not see her sisters and already assumed they were already in their own bedroom. Lori went over to her mother, who seemed to be sleeping normally, but with a slight snore. Lori moved the covers off her mother, and put her ear close to her face. The snoring was mild, with no sign of sleep apnea, and Lori mover her ear towards her neck, and then her chest. Her breathing, other than the slight snore, seemed to be normal, and as a precaution Lori even grabbed her mother's wrist and felt her pulse, which was also normal. Lori saw that the tight grip on Val's wrist cause a slight reaction, but did not awaken her mother. She relaxed as she realized she had been worried over nothing.
"What are you doing?" said a voice which startled Lori, who looked toward the doorway to see her sisters standing there, staring at her.
"I was worried about Mom," Lori replied. "She had too much alcohol, remember? I was checking to see if she was all right."
"With your pants off?" asked Natasha.
To her embarrassment, Lori had completely forgotten that she was carrying her jeans and panties and not wearing them. "I took them off to use the toilet. Since I was planning to go to bed right afterward, I didn't bother to put them back on."
"Good thing Mom didn't wake up and see you like that," said Onyx. "She might have gotten the wrong idea."
"I didn't have any wrong ideas, honestly!" said Lori defensively.
"I believe you," said Natasha. "We saw that you were just checking up on her. Is she all right?"
"From all that I can tell, yes." replied Lori.
Natasha and Onyx walked up to their mother and saw that she was fine, other than sleeping off her drunkenness. "Mom's fine," said Natasha. Let's go to bed ourselves."
Lori looked at her naked mother once more, and involuntarily, lustful thoughts entered her head. How she wished she could have done more than merely stick her finger into her mother's vagina...
As if reading her sister's thoughts, Natasha abruptly grabbed Lori's arm. "You want Mom to disown us?" Natasha asked in a harsh whisper. "I'm surprised she let us near her again, after she got so upset over the prank we played on her. I didn't expect you were actually going to finger-fuck her!"
"I didn't expect that it would have upset her that much," Lori replied sheepishly.
"Duh!" said Natasha. "Obviously it did. Let's just get to bed before things get out of hand, okay?"
"Okay," replied Lori sullenly, and looked longingly at her naked mother, ogling her. What she wouldn't give to touch that pussy again...
"Oh, now I get the picture!" said Natasha with an abrupt harshness that made Lori jump. "It was your plan all along to get Mom passed-out drunk so you could have your way with her while she couldn't resist, wasn't it? And you seemed so worried about her back in the living room! You sure took me in!"
"What?" Lori replied, deeply taken aback. "What are you saying?"
"Don't lie to me!" Natasha shot back. "I know exactly what you were thinking when you looked at Mom's naked body just now. I could recognize that look on your face."
"All right," said Lori sullenly. "Yes, thoughts of going lesbo on om did enter my head. But I've always fantasized about that, and I never made it a secret to you. It's not as if you don't have the same inclinations!"
"I never would have resorted to making Mom drunk and completely helpless so I could do that!" replied Natasha.
"What do you mean, I got her drunk?" asked Lori. "We were together the whole time. Did I ply Mom with the Bartles and Jaymes? No, I did not. Did I encourage her to keep drinking? No, I did not. I never expected Mom to be the one who got passed-out drunk." Laughing slightly, she added, "She was the one who warned us not to drink too much of the Bartles and Jaymes, and she didn't even follow her own advice!"
"But you expected her to get tempted when you brought all those liquor bottles," accused Onyx.
"Mom was the last person among us," said Lori defensively, "that I would have expected to get tempted by all the booze!"
"Oh, said Natasha, "you bring a ton of all sorts of booze, you don't stop Mom from drinking too much, you encourage her to have the champagne when she said she had drunk too much, you had us pull all her clothes off and put her into her bed, you separate from us when we enter our bedroom, you're gone for a while, and when we look at you, you happen to be in Mom's bedroom, stripped from the waist down, her bedcovers moved and her naked body exposed to you, and you were the one who finger-fucked Mom during our prank. Of course your intentions were innocent! How could we possibly think otherwise?"
Stung by her sister's accusation, Lori's voice took on a hurt tone, and tears welled up in her eyes. "You really think I had gotten Mom passed-out drunk on purpose? I'd never do such a thing to her, never! Not for sex, or any other reason in the world! I'd never put her health in danger like that! You've known me all our lives together! You really think I don't love Mom, or care about her? I love her as much as any of you! I was worried and upset when she got so drunk! I wish I had noticed and cut off her alcohol before the champagne! I may play pranks on Mom, but to do anything that might do her harm, never!"
Realizing Lori's hurt was sincere, tears appeared in Natasha's and Onyx's eyes as well, and they went up to Lori and hugged her. "I'm sorry I thought you'd do that!" wailed Natasha.
"It's all right," replied Lori. "I can understand why you got suspicious, after I finger-fucked Mom. Yes, I'd love to lesbo with her, but I wouldn't resort to drugging her into helplessness to do so."
"Of course you care about Mom, just as we do," said Natasha. "I'm sorry I suggested otherwise!"
"I admit I was thinking of the Madeira wine you brought," said Onyx, "and the song on the 'Midnight Special' radio program we listened to."
The sisters broke their embrace. "You mean 'Have Some Madeira M'Dear'?" asked Lori.
"Yes," chorused her sisters.
"Oh," Lori chuckled. "Like I said earlier, I did have Jim buy it because of the song, but I only wanted to see what it was like. I certainly didn't think Mom was going to drink a glassful of it and want to fuck the living daylights out of us afterward."
Her sisters smirked in response. "Well," said Onyx, "we might want to fuck Mom, but unfortunately the feeling is not mutual, so we might as well forget it." She stepped toward the doorway. "But at least we have each other, so if you want some pussy, mine is itching."
"Just a minute," said Lori, and checked her mother one more time.
"Is she okay?" asked Natasha.
"Yes, she is," replied Lori. But I was remembering what Mom did with us after our little prank."
Natasha grabbed the bedcover and threw it over Val's naked form. "All the more reason we should go to bed now."
Lori held up her hands. "Wait! I was thinking along the lines of...well, how do I explain this? I got into big trouble when I stuck my middle finger into her puss."
"We all got into big trouble when you did that!" scolded Onyx.
"Well, you weren't exactly being innocent at the time either," Lori shot back. "I was thinking that now that Mom's going to be out of it for a while, I could do it again..." An evil grin spread on Lori's face. "And get away with it!"
The others were taken aback. "You obviously had too much to drink yourself!" said Natasha. "How would you like it if anyone invaded your pussy while you were unconscious and unable to resist, especially someone you didn't want to be in there?"
"A one-time prank is one thing," added Onyx, "and that's probably why Mom forgave us the last time. But to do it again, Mom would hate us forever! No sexual gratification would be worth that!"
"Look," replied Lori, "I realize this would be total exploitation, but..." Her voice took on an almost plaintive tone. "I've long dreamed of getting into Mom's cunt and eating her out. Mom would never let me do this while she's awake, but now she's out of it, and her pussy is ours for the taking. I know it's morally wrong, but...we're not exactly known for being moralistic, are we?"
"But we're not monsters, either," Natasha shot back. "We have some sense of right and wrong. Taking advantage of our own mother while she is completely helpless to refuse? We've got to draw the line somewhere!"
Lori sighed. "I know I shouldn't do this as a matter of principle, but..." She looked almost apologetically at her sisters. "I just want it so bad, and Mom would never know. What cunt could be more tempting than the one I was created in? Call it a visit to the old homestead. It would be a one-time experience, never to be repeated unless Mom changes her mind and lets us, and you know damn well she wouldn't. I already fingered her; I might as well go all the way. I know I want to do something that Mom would never want me to do, but...damn it, I'm so tempted to do it that it isn't funny!"
"What if it wakes up Mom?" Onyx replied. "What if she finds out after the fact? I'd love to go down on Mom as much as you would, but I know she'd never, ever forgive us for doing such a thing to her. She'll hate us with all her heart and nothing we could do afterward could ever change that. I couldn't for the life of me risk such horrible consequences!"
"You don't have to do it," Lori said. "I'll do it on my own, and I'd take all the blame if things go wrong."
"She'll blame the both of us as well," replied Natasha, "because we knew about it and didn't stop you. Even if Mom didn't find out, the fact that someday she might would be hanging over our heads like the sword of Damocles. I don't want to spend the rest of my life being scared every time I see her."
"That's not going to happen," said Lori confidently. "We might be nervous at first, and then the fear would subside as we understand she is never going to know. If she doesn't know, nobody is going to get hurt as a result."
"And if she does know," warned Onyx, "we're all going to get very badly hurt."
"Tell you what," said Lori, grabbing and moving the bedcovers and exposing her mother once more. "I'll see just how soundly asleep Mom is anyway."
"The joke's on us if she was pretending to be asleep just so she could determine what we'd do to her," said Onyx.
For a moment, the sisters were frightened at the thought that their mother might well have heard everything they said. But Val lay where she was, still snoring and showing no sign she was even remotely awake. As a precaution, Lori decided to grab her shoulder and shake her. Val's head moved from side to side as she was shaken, but her snoring was continuous, with no sign of stopping. The sisters were satisfied that their mother was truly unconscious. Lori then reached with her finger and placed it atop her mother's vaginal slit.
"Okay," Lori announced, "I'll see if this wakes her up. If it does, we'll skedaddle."
Her sisters stood and stared tensely, ready to break the sound barrier getting back to their bedroom in the event that their mother did show and signs of actually awakening. Lori touched her mother's pussy lips with the tip of her finger, avoiding putting her claw into it, and then slowly slid it back and forth along the surface. Val's body twitched slightly in response, but she snored on. Lori glanced back at her sisters who were still staring at her, but making no objections to what she was doing. Lori smiled ironically to herself as she speculated that their curiosity whether her actions would awaken their mother had overridden any moral qualms they had had. Lori's finger found Val's clitoris, and she began to rub that. Looking back once more, Lori saw that her sisters had become more nervous, but they still failed to raise any further objections. Val's body twitched in response to her daughter's erotic touching, but still she did not awaken. Emboldened, Lori increased the intensity of the rubbing, and her mother's vagina began to get wet. Finally, Lori decided it was fine to go ahead and stick her middle finger inside, which she did. She looked back and grinned at her palpably nervous sisters, and gave them the biggest grin that her face could possibly muster. She had done it! For the second time in her life, she had managed to stick her finger into her mother's vagina, and this time would get away with it, just like she said she would!
Natasha realized she was in an uncomfortable dilemma. She wanted to tell Lori congratulations, she managed to accomplish what she said she wanted to do, and to please stop everything and go to bed now, but she was too terrified to vocalize or make any noise whatsoever, fearing that doing so might wake their mother up after all, the worst time it could possibly happen. Lori was well aware of this, and smiled at the fact that not only was her mother helpless and completely at her whim, but her sisters were as well. They could do nothing but watch Lori now.
This feeling of power encouraged Lori to finally go all the way. Sliding her finger in and out several times, she then withdrew it completely. Her sisters' momentary relief was shattered when Lori pulled off her sweater and bra to go completely naked, and leaned her head down and extended her tongue, touching that to her mother's wet vagina. Lori gave a few tentative licks, then went ahead and pushed her narrow tongue in further, excited at actually tasting the forbidden pussy juice and to explore the womb in which she had once been an embryo. Her excitement was almost orgasmic as the tip of her tongue slid along the wet soft folds of Val's previously inaccessible vagina, and she explored as far as her tongue could reach. Her mother was unconscious but sexually aroused, and more pussy juice pumped out which Lori happily swallowed. Eat your heart out, Oedipus, Lori thought sardonically. I'm willfully and deliberately fucking my mom, and I'm not the least bit ashamed of doing so.
But despite the excitement of this forbidden activity, and her desire to prolong it as long as she possibly could, Lori's mouth and tongue were finally getting tired and sore. Reluctantly, she finally withdrew her tongue and lifter her head. She turned to face her sisters again, smiling as she showed them her snout covered with motherly pussy juice. But this time, neither of her sisters showed nervousness or dismay, and in fact had stripped off all their clothes. They had abandoned all their qualms, and were eager to taste the forbidden vagina themselves.
Natasha was first. She initially stuck in her middle finger, the way Lori did, and looked up at her still-sleeping but definitely aroused mother. No longer did she have any misgivings, for they seemed pointless now that her sister had already had her way with their mother, so she felt she might as well have her turn. The she too removed her finger and stuck her tongue inside, thoroughly licking every part of her mother's vagina her tongue could reach, and slurping up pussy juices whenever her mother came. Finally her mouth also got tired and sore, and she pulled her head away, looking at her mother whose eyes were still closed, and wondering if, somehow, she might on some level have wanted to do this all along but was too inhibited to openly say so.
Onyx was last. Like her sisters, she gave her mother a finger-fuck, followed by a thorough tonguing. As her tongue was sliding along the folds of the womb she once called home, her own pussy burned, and she desperately wanted one of her sisters-or anyone else at all for that matter-to use their tongue on hers. She knew they wouldn't, though. Their mother was the focus of this party, and nobody wanted to spoil it by mixing the taste of maternal pussy juices with anyone else's. She managed to make her mother cum a couple of times. But as her tongue was getting tired, Val's body suddenly relaxed as if exhausted. Unconscious or not, Val was going to orgasm no more this night. Onyx raised her head and saw her mother still snoring, still out like a light. She smiled ironically at her sleeping mother as she realized that she and her sisters had done something very naughty to her, and she was completely unaware of the fact. She stood and faced her sisters, who also smiled ironically, Lori's smile being the biggest not only because the whole thing was her idea, but that she was bold enough to go ahead with it despite her sisters' initial protests. Onyx moved the bedcovers over her still-sleeping mother, and they all picked up their discarded clothes and walked silently out of the bedroom. They had all gotten away scot-free with a much-forbidden pleasure!
The sisters discarded their clothes on a chair near their bed, and Onyx started to climb into bed when she felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. She turned and faced Lori, who said quietly, "We can't just go to bed. Mom's going to smell us when she wakes up tomorrow morning."
Onyx suddenly felt dismay rise within her as she realized that she might not get away scot-free with what she had done after all. "What are we going to do about that?" she asked.
"What do you think? We're going to have to bathe!" replied Lori, who led the others into the bathroom.
Lori moved the shower curtain and turned on the water. "Don't wash yourselves completely," she instructed, "just wash your face and throat fur very thoroughly." And she stepped into the tub and went under the shower spray, grabbing her mother's fur shampoo and washing her snout several times before grabbing a bath towel and stepping outside. Natasha went into the shower and did the same while Lori dried herself off, handing the towel to Natasha as she stepped out and Onyx went in. Finally, Onyx finished bathing and dried herself off. The three skunks stood in the bathroom, facing each other. On an impulse, Onyx leaned over and smelled Lori's mouth.
"Shit, I can still smell Mom's pussy!" warned Onyx.
Her sisters cringed; it would be total disaster if they could not get rid of that odor! Lori opened the medicine cabinet in desperation, looking for something to kill the odor. She was relieved to find a large and nearly full bottle of mouthwash, which she opened, and poured some of its contents into her mouth. She gargled with it as long as she could before spitting it out into the sink. She did it rather sloppily, and a large amount of it spilled over her snout. Then Lori decided it might be advantageous having done that after all, and leaned toward Onyx. "Can you smell it now?" she asked.
Onyx took a whiff and winced. "All I can smell is the mouthwash."
Lori thrust the bottle toward her. "Great! You two use some yourselves!"
Following Lori's lead, Onyx poured mouthwash into her mouth, but it ended up hitting her throat, and she gagged and spit it out.
"You're supposed to gargle with it!" Lori scolded.
"Okay, okay, I'll try again," Onyx replied hurriedly, and she poured more mouthwash in, more carefully this time, and this time managed to do it properly. She gave the bottle back to Lori, who noted it was half-empty before she passed it to Natasha. Unfortunately, she was even more inept with it than her sisters, and spilled more of it on her abdomen than into her mouth.
"Careful!" warned Lori. "That's the only bottle there is!"
Natasha tried again, but again spilled, and this time there was only a little bit left. Under the glare of her sisters, she poured the last of the mouthwash into her mouth, and gargled as long as she could. She tried to spit it out and ended up swallowing it instead.
"Don't worry, remarked Onyx. "I'm sure it isn't poisonous."
"Let's just get to bed now, since we're rid of the pussy smell," said Lori and her sisters followed her back to their bedroom. They climbed into the bed, hoping their crime would never be discovered. Lori was worried most of all, for she had initiated the whole thing. Just as nobody is an atheist in a foxhole, Lori found herself mentally praying to whatever deity might be out there listening. Please, she thought, don't let Mom or anyone else ever find out what we've done to her. I promise that this will be a one-time experience and we'll never, ever do that sort of thing again. The prospect of her mother finding out what they had done had added a degree of excitement during the time they were eating her out, but after the fact there was no longer any pleasure in this prospect-only a great deal of unpleasant fear. She and her sisters had trouble falling asleep that night, though they eventually did.
The next morning, Val was the first to awaken. Her bedroom was filled with enough morning light to override her desire to sleep in any longer, and she raised her head-which throbbed suddenly with a dull pain. Val was momentarily confused as to why before she remembered how she had overdone on the alcohol last night with her daughters. She remembered how they had carried her into her bed and had pulled off her clothes, and she turned and looked to see them draped on the back of a nearby chair. She moved the bedcovers, and discovered that she was completely naked, and wished her daughters had also put a nightgown on her. Then she noted the unmistakable odor of her vaginal discharge, and sat up to discover that her vagina, and the part of the mattress beneath it, was definitely wet.
A sense of uneasiness spread quickly through Val. Certainly she only had some sort of wet dream, though she couldn't remember actually dreaming last night, and her daughters didn't do anything sexually to her while she was passed-out drunk and unable to resist? She thought of the prank they had played upon her during the photo shoot where Lori had actually gone so far as to stick her middle finger into her own mother's vagina. She remembered how afterward she had gotten very upset at such unacceptable behavior from her daughters, and have given them such a tongue-lashing that her daughters ended up weeping piteously and groveling at her feet, begging for forgiveness. On the point of disowning them, Val had instead given them another chance, punishing her daughters by making them give her home a thorough job of heavy cleaning, which she knew they hated to do, but were willing to do that rather than lose their mother's love forever. In light of her daughters' genuine remorse, Val had forgiven them, and their relationship carried on as if nothing had happened.
Val of course was quite aware that her daughters had sexual desires for her, but was resigned to the fact that that was simply the nature of her bisexual offspring. She did not really object to the incestuous nature of such lusts; she and her daughters were skunks and inhibitions about incest were strictly a human trait. But Val was not a lesbian and had no desire to have sex with another female, and she was actually surprised when she had first discovered her daughters were having sex with one another. She raised no objections over this; it reduced the likelihood of their getting venereal diseases from others, or getting pregnant. But Val would never consent to having sex with her daughters; they had once come out and asked her if she would, and she had told them in definite terms the answer was no. They had made no attempt to hit up on her after that, barring the time they played their prank upon her. Certainly they would not have done anything sexual to her after that?
Val got out of bed, feeling miserable with her hangover and the prospect that her daughters might have taken advantage of her in her helpless state. The former problem could be taken care of with aspirin; she had heard of the idea of curing a hangover by putting a raw egg into a glass of tomato juice and drinking it, but heard it was just an old wives' tale and thought the idea disgusting anyway. Without putting on a robe, Val walked to the bathroom, and her dismay increased.
The bathroom was messy; somebody had taken a shower and left everything wet, and the nearly full bottle of mouthwash that was in the medicine cabinet was now lying on its side, empty. But the mess was far less objectionable than the idea that her daughters had been guilty of something and had made a poorly-disguised attempt to cover it up. A feeling of misery took over her that overrode her hangover. Please, thought Val to herself, let there be another explanation for this other than that my own daughters would have exploited me for their sexual desires!
She hurried to the door of her daughters' bedroom, but hesitated to step inside, fearing that if she did she would find that her worst fears were true. She loved her daughters very much, and did not want to believe that they would have taken advantage of her helplessness. But if they had, there would be no forgiveness, and she would never want to see them again. Finally, she walked inside for the inevitable confrontation.
The sisters were sprawled in bed, clearly asleep. There was the heavy smell of mouthwash emanating from them. Not good. Lori was on the side of the bed nearest to Val, with Onyx in the center and Natasha on the far side. Wanting to get everything over with, Val walked over to Lori, bent over her, and shook her to wake her. Lori quickly awoke and sat up, her head accidentally colliding with her mother's. Val staggered several steps back, and Lori turned to look toward her. "Oh, good morning, Mom," she said.
"Good morning," was Val's reply, and the tone of her voice clearly communicated displeasure. Lori looked at her worriedly, then turned and shook her sisters awake. The three of them looked with worried expectation at their mother.
"Are you all right?" asked Lori.
"I had too much to drink last night," said Val in an accusatory tone.
"Do you have a hangover?" Lori continued.
"Yes," was the reply, "and I happen to have a very messy bathroom."
"Oh?" said Lori. "We're sorry. We'll clean it up for you."
"How did it get messy in the first place?" Val asked, not wanting to make the accusation directly, hoping her suspicions might be completely wrong after all.
Mom knows, or at least suspects, thought Lori fearfully, and was already beginning to feel deeply ashamed of herself. Aloud, she said, "We had to take a shower last night."
"Really," replied Val. "Whatever for?"
Lori could feel the fear of her sisters behind her, terrified of losing their mother's love forever. She herself was frightened of the fact that if that happened, her sisters would blame everything on her, and she would lose their love as well and wind up a lonely and despised outcast from her family. This dreaded prospect caused the wheels of her mind to turn rapidly.
"We also had too much to drink last night," said Lori in a sheepish tone. "I guess I ate too many nuts last night as well."
"Indeed," said Val.
"And they came back up," Lori continued. ""Unfortunately I was in bed at the time, and didn't have time to get up. The situation turned messy for me, and also for my sisters."
Natasha and Onyx winced at the mental picture, which turned out to be providential, for Val noticed their doing that. "Did you get any on the bedcovers?" Val asked.
"Fortunately, only a few scraps which we easily cleaned up," said Lori. "Also fortunately, Onyx and Natasha didn't get too upset with me, so there are no bloodstains on the bedcovers either."
Val responded with a half-smile, already feeling a sense of vast relief as Lori's plausible explanation was convincing her. "Did you need all that mouthwash?" she asked.
"I got a little carried away," replied Lori. "Food only tastes good once, you know."
Fortunately for all involved, Val was clearly convinced by Lori's story, and relief spread through all the skunks. Val walked over to Lori and helped her out of bed. "Happy New Year", said Val, and hugged her daughter. She would have kissed her mouth, but the mouthwash odor was too strong, so Val kissed the top of her head instead.
"Happy New Year," said Lori.
"Phew, you used way too much mouthwash," said Val. "You must have bathed in it."
"Actually, I did," replied Lori in a sheepish tone. "I was rather tipsy last night."
"You'd better go shower again," advised Val. By this time the others had gotten out of bed, and Val went to hug Natasha. "You smell of mouthwash too," she observed.
Natasha also thought fast. "When I saw Lori use the mouthwash, I decided I wanted to smell nice too," she said.
"Unfortunately you seem to have overdone it too," said Val.
"Bartles and Jaymes doesn't exactly help one's coordination," replied Natasha.
"You'll have to shower again too," said Val, and gave her New Year's greetings, plus a hug and a kiss on top of her head. She then did the same with Onyx, and didn't bother to ask her why she also smelled of mouthwash, assuming her explanation would be the same as Natasha's.
"Why don't you three go shower then?" said Val. "I seem to have gotten a hangover, so I'll go take some aspirin and lie down."
"Are you all right?" asked Lori. "I was so worried about you last night when you got drunk!"
Though she had taken sexual advantage of her mother the night before, Lori was being completely sincere. Her remark came out at the right time, too, for it helped cement her story in Val's head. The worry that her mother might not be all right would cause emotional distress, and provide a cause for Lori's supposed sudden vomiting in bed. Touched by her concern, Val hugged Lori once more. Her sisters wrapped their arms around their mother, and they engaged in a group hug. Val was happy when they broke off, the strong odor of too much mouthwash offending her sensitive nose. "I'm okay, I just have a slight headache," said Val.
"Is there anything we can do for you?" offered Natasha.
"Yes, wash that horrible mouthwash odor off!" said Val. "I'm going to take some aspirin and lie down for a while. You can make breakfast if you wish."
Val turned and walked into the bathroom. She was innocently unaware of how, when she was far enough away, her daughters stood in a circle, raised their hands, and high-fived one another, grinning in triumph.