The Family Feud IV

Chapter Forty
Wendy’s Journal: I chose the road less traveled, now I don't know where I am

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Wendy’s journal from Thursday approximately 2 am from her perspective. The events take place as Wendy’s long night of whoring comes to a close. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $385
JAMIE: $595

You know your life is spiraling out of control when you would prefer to be tied up naked outside with a broom handle up your ass – as opposed to whatever fate is awaiting you.

Reba Macintyre once sang “To succeed in life you need three things, a wishbone, a backbone and a funny bone”.

I know I shouldn’t take life advice from country music – but right now I wish I had all three. I was finding it very hard to laugh about this situation and I couldn’t wish it away and I didn’t have the backbone to even demand we stop and re-think this – I was going to do it no matter what and most especially if my daughter was.

I should start this journal at the point I reported in to my husband and son to end the night. I had no money and was

not looking forward to what they would say and do to me when I had to tell them. It was just lucky I had to turn in money incrementally as I earned it so that the entire night wasn’t a waste. If I had counted correctly I had earned about $385 and had another 50 dollars before I encountered Deacon Dan and him and his ‘congregation’ raped me and took it – so it doesn’t count towards my earnings.

It was fifteen minutes until the cut off time. I still had my phone so I knew it would be 2 AM soon and I had to decide if I would try to turn one last trick and risk being late or just go accept my fate.

Needless to say – I chose the latter.

I was sore, dirty, bruised and that was BEFORE I met up with Deacon Dan tonight.

Bill and Chris could tell something was wrong when I came to the door of the cabana and asked permission to enter.

“Just like a lazy slut to try to knock off work early,” Bill said regally from the bed through the screen door to me. “Yes, get your lazy ass in here and get naked on the floor. You can wait for your pig of a daughter to finish fucking and sucking,” the way Bill said it there was not a trace of respect for the fact we were doing this for rent money. Bill sounded completely disgusted with us both – like we were just doing this to satisfy a sexual urging and that he was just humoring us.

Officer Mark the cop with the Boston accent was there as well – he had been talking to the guys and I was sure he was waiting to get his cut of our nightly earnings and not just pass the time.

“Yes Master, thank you for allowing me to come home early,” the thought that this stinky little cabana was going to be our new home brought a fresh wave of revulsion over me as I stripped and neatly piled my ragged clothes in a pile by the door to assume a kneeling position.

“You look like shit,” My son wasted no time critiquing me. He was right – my hair had dried cum in it and my make-up had ran from the tears and sweat on my face – and that was BEFORE I met up with Deacon Dan tonight.

“Yes Sir, I know,” I agreed with my son and after an awkward silence and him circling me to check me out he poked my ass with a broom handle and giggled. “We are going to have fun with you tonight – you didn’t turn any money in, in over an hour? No one must have wanted your fat ass. We’ll have to give you a few exercises to keep the fat off.” He sounded completely sadistic and gleeful at the idea of punishing me.

“Yes Sir, I appreciate you trying to improve me,” I said with complete acceptance that I was going to be punished at the very least and probably end up with a weight or two attached to my body.

“Something is wrong,” Bill noticed from my tone that I was not the same as usual. I had stopped crying and collected myself but I am sure he could detect the defeat in my body language. “Your mom normally has a little fire smoldering in her eyes despite her submission – a resistance and it’s not there.” I was flattered Bill thought that about me and was able to pick up on my subtext so well without me saying anything.

“What happened?” is all he needed to say to bring fresh tears to my eyes thinking about tonight.

“Someone who used to know us from our old Church,” I started to explain but before I could Chris had guessed it was Deacon Dan. I asked him how he knew and for my troubles I was answered with a switch to my ass – they must have brought one of the whips from home.

“Who asks the questions here?” Chris demanded.

“You do, Sir” I answered meekly. If Officer Mark felt even the slightest bit of sympathy for my situation he wasn’t showing it – he just stood over me quietly with the guys.

“That is because?” Chris wanted me to finish his sentence.

“Taylor men rule and Taylor girls drool, sir” I repeated one of the earliest house slogans they had taught us and that seemed to satisfy them.

He switched my ass with his whip and made me continue my story. I will spare my journal the blow by blow because the entire traumatizing experience is etched in my mind and I am sure I can never erase it from my thoughts.

I explained how Deacon Dan had lulled me into a false sense of security when he recognized me. I had given up on any sense of saving my reputation in Cherry Lawn Estates and assumed if he didn’t know I was a whore before – it was a bit too late to try to make up some reasonable explanation for my walking Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd at night wearing a shirt that said I loved Black Cock.

He told me that the Lord loved me and I was instantly thinking about hooking him up with Mrs. Waxerman. The bitter old shrew could use a little like minded company. I could tell he had not shaved in a while or bathed but I assumed nothing out of the ordinary at the time – life had been hard for me and it might have been for him as well.

I was going to assume he wasn’t the type who was interested in a prostitute and that he had picked me up because he recognized me from when the kids went to his youth group in church. I thought he might give me a sermon about the forgiveness of the lord and I was prepared to answer that I am not sure Jesus was going to forgive all the nasty choices I’ve made.

I am sure he will the ones I’ve made serving my husband – and maybe Jesus will forgive the ones when the shoe was on the other foot and I enslaved him and Chris and became carried away with my authority because of what we did to make up for it. However, I was not so sure Jesus would be inclined to forgive a mother who spent the house money on a boob job and other vanities and focused on her career and pilates while letting her family stagnate and go off in different directions and dysfunctions.

The deacon sounded so much like Mrs. Waxerman in his talk about fire and brimstone and the cost of salvation that it was very easy for me to start doing white alert like we did when we wanted to shock her. I told him how I enjoyed being a whore and actually did love black cock with a big smile on my face. I was actually having fun trying to see if I could get a rise out of him and when he told me he had ran into Jamie it sounded like she had done the same thing because he told me how much I sounded like her.

I thought to myself ‘That little bitch, she is gunning to get me some weights attached to my pussy by being so over the top,” when he described what a total slut she had been. There was something sinister about how he had said that but I was too busy playing the loose whore to really notice.

He quoted Proverbs 20:30 to me. I can’t remember the exact quote but it went something like “Blows and wounds scrub away evil and beatings purge the inmost being.”. I continued the white alert game we played by explaining how I asked my son and husband to give me beatings nightly because I was such an evil and naughty slut - I was laughing but he wasn’t.

He pulled into a dark construction site or something and told me it was his church. I said without even hesitation “It’s ten dollars for a hand job, twenty for a BJ, Fifty for half and half and one hundred and we can do anything.”

I was supremely confident he had taken me to this private place to make his move and pay for sex with me. I did not think there was anything wrong with that – even men of God need a little female comfort and I was in no position to judge him anyway.

“Haughty eyes and a proud heart—the unplowed field of the wicked—produce sin,” he snarled another line from Proverbs at me. I answered back by teasing the lion – I told him how wicked I was and how my husband had tried to tame me. It was all part of the little game we played with white alert and I was going to be proud to tell Chris and Bill how I had turned this perverted Christian on by playing the unrepentant vixen. I was already planning to beg him to spank me when he fucked me.

“The plans of the diligent lead to profit, as surely as haste leads to poverty.” He quoted proverbs again and took me by the hand to a storage room. He pointed to where he apparently lived and added “Better to live on a corner of the roof than share a house with a quarrelsome wife.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of his bible verses. I am not particularly religious and I had grown used to Mrs. Waxerman’s righteous condemnation – however a part of me knew how taboo it was to mix religion with sexuality.

I told him that he could fuck me slowly for one hundred and that would be profit enough for me - I would just have to ask Jesus to forgive me if my flirtations offended him. “I have to tell you something before we go in, Sir” I told the Deacon with a sexy voice – still unaware of what was to happen when I entered the room. “I have a butt plug up my ass at all times and I am not allowed to touch it myself. If you can give me one hundred you can take it out and fuck me up my ass, would you like that Sir?”

I felt like I was not only giving an affirmation but a confession of sorts - as the three men listened to my story they said nothing.

Chris slapped me on the ass and said what a good girl I was but wanted me to fast forward to the point of my story.

“You could tell a fucking story about one hour of your life that would fill twenty god-damned pages,” Bill agreed with his son – he was right. If they ever read the extensive journal I am keeping it would probably bore them to tears but I felt I should document this journey because I know none of them would think to do that.

“You are right of course Master, I was getting there” I explained how he continued to quote proverbs “A fortune made by a lying tongue is a fleeting vapor and a deadly snare.” He added and grabbed me hard by my hair to pull me into the storage unit. If I had not grown so used to my husband and son pulling me around roughly I might have screamed but instead I smiled and allowed him to pull me in the door.

“Behold the lady of Proverbs,” I was unprepared when he announced himself as he entered the lit room for the sight of a dozen or so bums waiting for their church leader. I had fucked seventeen workmen with my daughter earlier today though and it occurred to me that I had just hit the jackpot again.

“I can fuck all of you Sir, but if you want a group discount you’d have to talk to my husband, I have his number on my cell phone,” I was actually getting wet in anticipation that I would be soon fucking and sucking every man there most likely.

My son smacked my ass with his whip so that he might make me cry out but I didn’t. “Why didn’t you have them call ME and not just Dad?”

“They had no intention of paying Sir,” I explained how the deacon continued to quote proverbs while they roughed me up. “He put his hands around my neck and closed off my mouth and nose with his thumbs but was careful not to break my windpipe.” I knew I was in real danger at this point and I wondered if Officer Mark would consider this a crime or just part of the life of a hooker - I felt most likely the latter.

“The violence of the wicked will drag them away, for they refuse to do what is right.” And he tore my shirt off and ripped my dress down. “The way of the guilty is devious, but the conduct of the innocent is upright.”

It was then that they dragged me over to a dirty mattress next to a coffee can and I saw Doris from the motel was laying on the bed with a black eye and it started to hit me that I was going to be raped.

“You can’t rape the willing,” Bill didn’t have a trace of sympathy in his tone but I’ve been married to him long enough to know that he also puts on a brave tough face when he is secretly afraid.

I was thankfully stopped from recounting the details of my ordeal and how I escaped with Doris when my daughter walked in to be evaluated for the night. I would have to explain how they had my passport now and I had been lucky to get out with life and a few of my clothes – I broke a heel when we ran most of the way back.

“Hello Sirs, am I late?” she asked politely – I knew I would probably have to tell the rest of my sordid story about the wages of sin and the choke fucking I received. I was more ashamed and embarrassed that I would need to do so around Jamie in part because I knew she had been running the same risk as me that it could happen to her.

She seemed to pop out of the door with a chipper expression on her face. She was so refreshed and at ease with her submissive role that it had all rolled off her back and I hated that I would have to put a frown on her smiling face about the gritty dangers of what we were doing.

“Get naked slut, and assume the position,” Chris demanded and his sister took first position right by me with the crisp cadence of a senior military cadet once she was naked.

“Good girls,” Officer Mark remarked in his thick Boston accent. “I may forget a face, but I never forget an asshole” he commented on my daughter’s naked ass as she stripped without hesitation.

“Your mom was just telling us the story of how she had to escape in the night with no clothes and no money and why we shouldn’t attach a dozen weights to her ass for lying to us,” Bill sounded completely unimpressed with my story as if it was nothing out of the ordinary – I had to hope it was a brave show in front of Officer Mark.

I remained in position with my hands behind my back and said nothing to my daughter. She locked eyes with me and in instant I felt as if she knew what had happened to me tonight without any words.

“So now are you too scared to walk the streets?” Bill asked me. There was a hint in his voice that I could say yes and that would give him permission to show sympathy and concern for me. I knew that if I said I was that he wouldn’t stick with his strong, silent tough act and show me tough love and discipline without mercy.

“No sir, the bruises and cuts will heal,” I was surprised to hear myself say that almost instinctively. “I am committed to finishing what I agreed too. I just ask that Jamie have..” I wanted to spare Jamie the chance of living through what happened to Doris and I. I couldn’t ask her to do this anymore now that the reality of the risks had become so obvious to me.

Bill had found a flyswatter and shut me up by smacking me right on the nipple with it – that thing hurt!

“Who?” he asked and it took me a moment to realize I had said Jamie instead of Ass Face. I didn’t even realize it was a rule I could never use her real name. It turns out most girls who work the streets pick a ‘street name’ so they can go back to their ‘real’ self when they are not on the street – it helps to have a fantasy persona.

“Ass face,” I corrected myself and added “To not have to do this anymore. I think Deacon Dan intends to find her and do worse to her if he does. He told me so. He seems to think women are the reason his life is in such an upside down state.” I hadn’t gotten to the part of my story where once they started raping us Deacon Dan told me his twisted fantasies about tying up Jamie and beating her.

“Proverbs 21:10 When a whore is punished, the simple gain wisdom; by paying attention to the wise they get knowledge.” He had given a sermon while his followers had mercilessly fucked Doris and me. She had whined and begged but I was aware that it would do no good. He described what a cock tease my daughter had been and how she had failed to accept his wisdom and would pay for it dearly.

“Aren’t women the reason any one has to pay alimony and have their cock tied in a knot witt blue bah-lls?” Officer Mark was chewing gum while he asked no one in particular.

“Ass face, you ran into Deacon Dan tonight right?” Chris asked while slapping his sister’s pink ass cheeks- she didn’t even flinch but I did when I heard his name spoken out loud.

“Yes sir,” there was something in my daughter’s sweet, effervescent tone that told me more than I wanted about the ordeal she might have faced. I could have been over thinking it but my skin crawled with the thought of it.

Chris told her to elaborate and I wished he hadn’t. I did not want to know if she had been through what I had and at the same time I did. I think that feeling may be a metaphor for why I find myself continuing to follow my son and husband’s orders but that is a completely different set of self-realizations.

Jamie told them about how he recognized her from children’s church. That in and of itself made me think of him as a harsh and cold predator who may have been thinking of the tortures and deprivations he wanted to visit on her even back then. He had been different then – clean shaved, clean cut and with a positive outlook but who knows what evil had lurked in his heart.

He apparently had been accused of molestation and lost his wife and kids- no shocker there. He probably had done something nasty to someone, it was very easy for me to believe that. Then again maybe he had not and the false accusations had made him crazy – once again I was able to see both sides to the coin.

I still wasn’t willing to give the bastard the benefit of the doubt.

Her story wasn’t as grueling as mine and she left out the bible verses but she told of the same place Doris and I had been taken and how she sucked them off and escaped without getting paid.

“So you think it’s too dangerous for you out on the streets, Ass face?” Bill asked with the same tone he had asked me. There was a safety valve here that he was going to allow her to pull if she was too scared and I prayed to the Jesus of forgiveness that she would say she was.

“She didn’t even mention the pimp that tried to recruit her tonight,” Chris teased his sister and jabbed a finger into her ass cheek making light of the situation. I felt Bill was giving Jamie a chance to back down without making her and that Chris was completely oblivious to that – but maybe I read too much into that as well.

“It’s weird out there, there are a lot of strange requests but most of the guys just want to get off and not be hassled.

I don’t mind doing it if mom is going to do it with me,” Jamie could have been saying she didn’t mind drying the dishes after dinner if I washed them with her- no trace of fear or concern in her voice. She was either an amazing actress who could hide that fear or she was completely oblivious to how crazy and twisted people can be.

“So if next Sunday you have a huge string of weights on your twat and tits and your mom is free of this, are you going to want to pussy out and stop?” Chris asked skeptically.

“That isn’t going to happen Sir. I am a good slut and I will be weight free before mom is,” her face was an impish challenge that the race was on. I was relieved that she was still unjaded by the streets but at the same time found it hard to smile back to accept her playful challenge.

Such a brave girl – I really must tell her how much she is MY hero with how she accepts this new life and doesn’t complain or back down. At the same time I do wish she would because then it would be easier for me to show how afraid I am some times. I feel like I need to put on my brave face and my big girl panties (if I still got to wear panties) and face this if she can do it.

“Oh wipe your mouth,” Chris jabbed another finger in his sister’s ass to tease her “There is a little bullshit on the side of your mouth,” he made light of how much courage his sister showed I think in part as a defensive mechanism so he didn’t have to say he admired her the same way I did.

The silly goose actually wiped her mouth as she had been instructed even though it was clear it was a joke and then dutifully returned to holding her ass cheeks as wide apart as she could for the amusement of her father and the cop and Chris.

The men negotiated a price for ‘protection’ from Officer Mark – I kept my mouth shut. I knew Bill was tragically underequipped to negotiate and that just wasn’t his forte’. If someone gave him a price he could accept then he would and that was all there to it.

The options sounded steep but I resolved to try to fuck harder and more often to make up the difference if it meant that they would protect us from Deacon Dan and I trusted Bill to make the right choice here. I had not thought a lot about how our relationship would be after I am no longer submitted to his discipline but I knew I would always back him as head of the household as it related to money in the future.

“Sir, I know the men of the house rule, but can we have a say?” Jamie sounded nervous. I was surprised that she would pipe up because it was usually me who felt the need to nose into the business dealings.

“You know I would not mind sucking the dicks of the officers for free if you wanted me too,” her youthful teenage excitement made it sound like that was as normal as going to cheerleading camp for the summer.

“However, I would rather you just say I don’t have to serve Deacon Dan or Cash Money even if they have money and we can fight back if we need too. We worked hard for this money and it won’t be much if we pay 1,000 a night in protection money, Can we just pay the two hundred Sir?” Jamie was being very level headed and reasonable and I had to agree with her.

The dumb shit makes a lot of sense sometimes ,” Chris teased his sister. “I agree. If your officers see them on the street they can just ask for a BJ and they’ll suck them off with a condom for free but we’ll take the basic protection plan for now.” And with that Chris shook his hand and made the deal.

I wondered what that meant for my plans to partner with my husband in all matters of finance of the house? I decided we may have to decide as a family in the future and that might be for the best if all four of us had a say.

“You may regret dat, but to each their own, have a good night ladies,” he tipped his hat and sauntered off to his patrol car.

“Good thinking skeet-bucket,” Chris’s compliment to his sister wouldn’t be complete without a hard twist to her nipples – but she smiled with self-satisfaction and took the approving tone of her brother as admiration by thanking him.

“Too bad you have to spend the night with a broom up your ass tied up outside,” Chris said and I assumed at the time I would go with her and had already resigned myself to that fate. I had lost my passport even though it was not my fault and I was positive they would find new and much larger things to shove up my ass to replace it.

I would have to face that punishment.

“Yeah, you remember earlier today when you were sentenced to spend the night out there with your little white ass hanging out?” he reminded his sister and I remember when he told us that around the time we got back from J-mart.

“Good, well Dad wants to take Mom home and fuck her brains out and then put her outside with your lover Roscoe tonight – so you are going to have to play hangman out there by yourself.” He laughed.

I was shocked – Bill had said nothing about this and it threw me for a loop. I didn’t want Jamie to spend all night alone outside here! I remembered the horrible little boys who had woke me up and that had been torment but I wondered if Deacon Dan might be lurking around the motel area and that would be much more dangerous.

Jamie’s baby blue eyes looked over me and I couldn’t tell if she was happy for me not to share her punishment or felt sorry she would be out there alone.

“You sure you don’t want to change your mind about working the streets now?” Chris laughed at his sister’s look of confused fear.

She was about to explain something and he snapped “too late”. He cuffed her with some handcuffs and handed her a big tub of off-brand Crisco shortening that was labeled “Chrisco” shortening ironically enough. I remember when Chris saw it on the shelf and said “They don’t sell name brands here, they sell lame brands”. At the time he put it in our shopping cart I assumed he wanted it because it had his name on the label that looked almost identical to the blue Crisco shortening we had at home.

It dawned on me that it could be used for lubrication and I was at least thankful he would use it on his sister before he rammed a broom up her ass.

He didn’t even waste time putting clothes on her for the walk around the motel and I knew instantly he was going to tie her out there like I had been the night before.

“Well it is just you and me shit-stain,” Bill puffed out his chest once he and I were alone.

“Yes Master,” I acknowledged him and accepted his new profane term of endearment for me.

“You sure that you want us to keep disciplining you both?” he finally said what I thought he had been hinting at all night and I was very relieved. He did not let me answer before adding “I know you are a tough bitch and I know that you need discipline in order to make yourself get out on the street and suck cocks but there are other ways. If you say that you can’t do this I will find a way to make Chris believe it was all my idea to stop and we’ll get the money another way,” he said with a look of concern.

“May I have a broom up my ass for the ride home since I lost my passport through my carelessness Master?” I could not believe I had just answered his question that way – but from the look of approval on his face it was the right answer and a vote of confidence of him as leader of the house.

“I am not going to ask you again, I know you are a brave woman and a good mom and a great sport for going this far.” He scanned my body up and down and added “You are as foxy as shit and you turn me on when you are on your knees,”

I pushed my chest out further with pride and said “Sir, you are going to give me a big ego and then I’ll need more discipline to be humbled - that isn’t very nice” I teased back in response. There was something liberating about him having concern for me and wanting to stop that made me want to show him that false bravado and hang in there.

I think if he had taken the opposite position and demanded we continue to do this I might just have broke down and begged him to let us out of our obligation tonight – it is funny how the way a single sentence is phrased can send your life in another direction entirely.

“Show me how he choke fucked you,” Bill smiled down at me.

I stood up and led him over to the wall and then slammed my back into it while raising his hands to my throat. I showed him how he had completely overpowered me “He jumped me like this Sir” and how I struggled but he had leaned into me with his body weight. Then I put his hands around my throat and let him use his thumb to cut off the air to my nose and hold my mouth shut while he applied pressure to my neck and cut off my air – but didn’t crush the windpipe.

It was only a few seconds before I found myself struggling and gasping but unlike the ordeal I had been through I was not afraid for my life and the danger felt more like an exciting roller coaster that I knew was going to deliver me safely at the end of the ride. I gasped “He had his cock out like this” as I struggled to get my hands free enough to undo Bill’s belt and pull his dick out.

I forgot about Jamie’s predicament completely while Bill fucked me hard in the cabana. He choke fucked me and at the risk of sounding like a masochist I begged him to fuck me harder and take me. I let him get animalistic and drive his dick into me while he finger fucked my asshole and when he stuck his fingers into my mouth I greedily sucked them like they were the sweetest Lady Godiva chocolate.

Bill fucked me against the wall and on the bed and then we rolled off the bed and he fucked me on the floor like an animal.

“You two should get a room,” I heard Chris say after Bill had cum inside of me and rolled off to rest still clutching his rapidly beating heart.

“This IS a room,” Bill smiled at his son’s joke still breathing heavily after the workout. Bill was completely nude – he had stripped while we had rough sex all throughout the cabana.

“Yeah this is mom and ass face’s fuck room, but are we gonna sleep in this cockroach infested hell?”

“Not tonight!” Bill smiled as he started to recover and reach for his blue jeans. “First you are going to fuck this slut like you said earlier tonight and we still have the house until the weekend at least.”

“I dunno,” Chris looked at me laying flat on my back – probably looking rather completely fucked from the rough sex my husband had just had with me. “She looks pretty worn out,” he was right – I was completely used up tonight.

“You are right Master, I am a well drilled cum-bucket Sir” I was gasping for air. I was in good shape – but Bill seemed to have a fondness for choke fucking me until I turned blue and I was still recovering. I waved him over “But please, make a deposit if you would like too” I tried to sound sexy but the heavy breathing made it sound desperate.

“Uh if you want this dick, then you better get over HERE and beg for it,” he sat on the bed and smirked.

“Yes Master, I want your cock,” My son had given me a second wind I did not think I had in me. I pulled myself up to crawl over to where he sat and lustily started to reach for his dick.

He slapped my hand hard “I said beg for it, I know we trained you better than that, slut!”

I tried to hide my smile at his sarcastic demand – he had delivered his chastisement of me in a funny way and I was surprised I felt no shame about what I was about to do. “Please Master, won’t you let me have a taste of your dick? Will you shove it down my throat before you go to bed in your nice warm covers? Pretty please?”

He rubbed his dick and said “You are getting warm but I am just not feeling it,” with little sympathy for my mewling begging. “Pretty, pretty please I am begging you my son and owner, will you lodge your cock so completely far up my ass tonight and cum inside of me? I don’t have to use a condom with you and I crave licking your cum after its been up my asshole,” I saw him shift when I said that but he didn’t budge.

I decided to try another approach.

I sat up on my legs so that I was still kneeling and put my hands in front of me like a puppy and panted like a doggy and looked at him with big wide eyes.

“Now the bitch is getting it,” he chuckled and moved my hands to his jeans. We had done a lot of things together in the last few weeks but this was a threshold that we had not crossed. I didn’t think about what it meant in the future – I just reached for his cock and began to drive my entire throat down the length of his shaft.

“Where you going?” Chris asked of his Dad who was walking out the door.

“A little fresh air, son” Bill said with a smile on his face.

“Oh no, I watched you fuck mom, you are going to sit here and watch me stick this dick to her,” he chuckled and I continued to love and worship his dick for him while he held my hair in his hands like the reigns of a saddled horse.

“I was going to check on your sister, actually” Bill said – there had been a hint of discomfort in his voice. I may have read something into the tone of his voice but I was glad to think that Bill might realize that what Chris and I were about to do was about the most taboo thing a mother and son could ever do together and it was too much for him to watch.

“I spoke with Officer Mark. Doris is fine and they are going to go down and pay old Deacon Dan a visit. They know exactly where his little trap house of crack heads hangs out and he assured me that he was not going to arrest them.”

“Shouldn’t he arrest them though?” Bill sounded relieved and confused. I was too – especially for Doris’s sake.

“No, he wasn’t going to ARREST them,” Chris took a nearby broom handle and slapped it in his hand “They are just going to pay them a little visit and share a few bible stories with them.” Chris grinned at his father.

“Oh the kind of Bible stories where Deacon Dan gets his ass kicked by a bunch of angry cops?” Bill laughed and I found myself chuckling with my son’s dick still lodged in my throat.

“The very same in Jesus Name, Amen,” Chris laughed and then whapped me with the blunt end of the broom handle across the back “What are you laughing about slut? You and Ass Face cost us four hundred bucks to buy that little beat down” he sounded serious.

“Srthrowwy Sah,” I was gagging on his cock as I apologized.

“You will have a chance to prove how sorry you are when you fuck all the cops who paid him a visit after they get off duty,” he laughed.

“Wifff Preassthuure Sah” I moaned while my son forced the full length of his cock down my throat. I had learned to deep throat very well but I felt a pressure to gag that I was lucky enough to hold back while I told him how happy I was to accommodate the police who had given Deacon Dan his comeuppance.

“Hah you think you are going to get off so easily by making me cum with your mouth?” he didn’t wait for an answer before pulling me up by my hair off his dick and on to the bed. “Reverse cowgirl now and play with your tits”.

He showed me how to get on the bed and face away from him while thrusting up and down on his cock in that position. I played with my breasts and I could feel a little milk seep out – it was time for our milking again. My mind went back to Jamie. I think it is a universal motherly instinct to remind your kids to wear a jacket or clean underwear and I had to stifle the urge to ask if he had remembered to milk his sister before he tied her up all night.

I was uniquely aware of how excruciating and sublime the torment can be of having weighted breasts heavy with milk and no way to release.

“Talk dirty to me,” he ordered as he lay down on his back and let me ride his dick for him.

I wish he hadn’t – I could not think of anything to say at all. “What would you like me to say, Master?” I asked while settling into a nice regular pace with him.

He slapped my ass cheek hard in disgust. “You’ve been whoring now for how long and you don’t talk dirty to your clients? You lazy fucking whore. They don’t pay you to lay on your back and fart like a rag doll. You better be giving them their money’s worth?”

“I try master,” I was kneading my breasts while trying to resist the urge to pump them and release some of the milk.

“This is you trying? You showed more effort when you were fucking those Mexicans today,” he was right – I had grown tired and was fucking my son for my pleasure not his – I needed a slow pace after the rough fucking I had at my husband’s hands.

“Can I show you how to choke fuck me, Sir?” I asked and felt a tingle run down my spine at how nasty and raw that sounded.

“Does it involve me getting off my back?” he asked.

“Yes Master, the way your father did me a few minutes ago,” I answered as sweetly as I could.

“Too much trouble,” he smacked my ass and then made me stop riding his dick. I felt him remove my dog collar. “Don’t get any ideas, it is going right back on.” I felt strangely naked without the heavy weighted collar I had grown used too.

I remained sitting on the full length of his cock as he sat up and tied a pair of nylon pantyhose around my neck. “These belonged to the last slut who had this room I think,” he tied it tight enough that it cut off my air supply again.

Then he had me hold my arm up “Keep it straight up over your head, you cheat and bend your arm and you will wish you had not.” then he pulled down on the hose which caused me to ride up on his dick. He directed the pace at which I would fuck his cock by choking me with the pantyhose.

I almost couldn’t take it – I got massively wet and gushed all over his dick. “That’s it bitch, cum on my dick!” he slapped my ass and then began to finger fuck my asshole with his thumb while he pressured me to rapidly ride his cock and face away from him.

“Yes Master, please fuck my ass with your thumb,” I tried to talk dirty like I had been told to but found myself gurgling and gasping for air. “I love your cock,” I had not seen enough pornography to have a repertoire of dirty phrases but my son had grown up with the internet and what I was saying didn’t do it for him.

“More, Faster, Harder, Better.” he demanded and punctuated each word with a slap to the ass and another ride up and down on his hard dick.

“Choke me, choke your momma” he liked that. “Yes son, please fuck my asshole, it is all yours,” he liked that more. “You own it,” I said.

“Whose booty is it?” he snarled.

“It is your booty Master,” I knew it belonged to his father and Rahjid for as long as they said it did as well but I wanted him to cum and he was responding to it. “Your son’s booty?” he asked.

“Yes my son’s booty, this ass belongs to you Sir”

“Call me Chris you fucking slut, Call me your son” he became angry and intense as he drove me up and down with the nylon – I knew I couldn’t keep holding it up over my head straight but I tightened my muscles and endured.

“These titties, this asshole, this cunt it all belongs to you Chris, you own your mommy,” that’s when I felt the first spurt of his dick in me – his cum was shooting out hard and fast and thick. “You came for mommy?” I asked him sweetly and slowed down.

“I didn’t say slow down, and you can say mom. The mommy creeps me out!” He corrected while I rode his half-erection until I felt his dick drain completely and soften. I answered yes sir and felt my own breasts leaking just a little while I finished him off.

I sighed – I was sexually exhausted. “Thank you for that Chris,” I smiled while wiggling my ass and tightening my pussy muscles around his soft dick to signal him the wild ride had ended – please exit the attraction like at the county fair when they want you off the wonder wheel.

He smacked my ass hard “It was Chris while you had the collar off,” he removed the panty hose that had been constricting my neck and laughed “That is going to leave a red mark”. I was sure the friction from it would leave a nasty all over hickey – then he snapped the collar’s lock back in place behind me after slipping it around my neck.

“Naturally Sir, as it should be. First names breed familiarity with my betters,” I had been taught that early in my training – I think they had heard me say it when I made them call me Ma’am – it had been so long that I forgot a lot of the details.

“You act like you are finished,” Chris said with a tone that registered his dissatisfaction with how relaxed I probably sounded.

“Are you ready to go again, Master?” I smiled and looked over my shoulder at him while bumping up and down on his flaccid dick. I was wet and slippery and could barely feel him inside of me anymore.

“No, but you are going to get on the floor and drip out dad’s and my cum, then you are going to snort it up your nose,” he insisted and pushed me off him.

I got into position on the floor to squat over a small mirror that we had used for this purpose before and asked “snort?”

“I am positive nothing is wrong with your ears or do you have cum packed up there too?” he didn’t wait for me to answer before explaining “I want to take pictures of you blowing snot bubbles with our cum, do you have a problem with that?”

I held my lips apart as I slowly oozed the cum out of me and dripped it onto the dirty mirror. “No master,” I was too tired to even argue the bizarreness of the idea and just accepted it. I did ask “May I ask when Ass Face and I complete our obligation what happens to all these photos and videos you took of us?”

Bill who had watched the entire thing in silence said jokingly “They will make up a nice portfolio for you to audition to work in porn.”

As tired and thoroughly fucked as I was – I did not register it as a joke and it made sense to me. I was not going back into the project management industry any time soon now that I had devastated my career and reputation professionally. “Can ass face do porn if she is only sixteen Sir?”

Bill laughed “Slut you amaze me some times,” and then after a short pause “It’s going to be a fun week teasing and tormenting you two cum gobblers.” He laughed and told me to hurry up because Roscoe needed to be fed.

“What are we going to do with Roscoe anyway Sir?” if we lost the house – I did not think Rahjid would allow pets at the motel. I had not seen any.

“What YOU are going to do with Roscoe is fuck him and suck his dick and after his knot subsides you are going to drip the cum out and gargle with it,” Bill said with no uncertainty at all.

My eyes grew wide – very wide.

“Didn’t your obedient slut of a daughter tell she was a little doggy fucker?” Bill’s voice made my skin crawl at the mental image of that kind of debauchery. I knew that sort of thing happened – but I assumed in Germany or someplace where weird fetish is the norm. I could not picture an American girl from the suburbs – cheerleader and honor student fucking her own family pet.

“It had been brought up but no details sir,” I gasped and felt a long wet gob of cum slide down my leg and on to the mirror as it dripped out of my vagina. I think I had not wanted to think it.

“Is Roscoe part of this family?” Bill asked me and I respectfully said he was.

“Is Roscoe a male or a female? Bill asked and I respectfully said he was a male.

“Taylor men rule, Taylor women drool. Now hurry up and let your son see you blow some cum bubbles out of your nose, so you can get the third and final Taylor male off tonight with that piss flap of yours.” Bill said and a shiver ran down my spine about what new disgusting thing I was going to have to do tonight. I thought I had reached the highest level of depravity by fully fucking my son and now I was about to go further.

“Look I think her asshole just puckered,” Chris laughed and demanded I do it again for his camera.