Chapter One Hundred-Four

I could also see tears dripping down her cheeks – although it may have been cum.

“Mike?” Ted asked again and in a panic I spun around to see Ryan standing behind me with just a tiny thong covering his cock and nuts. “Mike Hunt?” Ted’s alliteration sounded like “My Cunt” – which is what Ryan was to him.

I breathed a sigh of relief after my heart jumped into my chest. I don’t know if mom had realized Ted had called my father’s name, but she’d spun around at the same time and saw Ryan standing behind us.

“Hello Sir,” my mom looked slightly amused at my boyfriend’s state of almost complete undress. He was starting to get a slight tan on his thin frame but all one could notice is the outline of his package stuffed into the tiny swimsuit.

“You don’t have to call him Sir – he is Pussy Boy. Ain’t that right Cunty?” Ted chuckled and patted my mom on the butt as he walked out from the blue tarp covering the V.I.P area leaving his sister there having her tits milked by one of the VIPs so one of the women at the pool standing there staring at Daisy with a look of hatred and a bit of satisfaction so she could have some milk for her hungry toddler she was holding. “You never met your daughter’s boyfriend before?”

“I would say this is my first time with an introduction, Sir,” my mom smiled churlishly as Ryan’s erection grew in his swimsuit and he became embarrassed. She gave him a wintry smile and looked right at his face as if it were perfectly normal for his cock to uncoil in front of her.

“Sorry about that,” Ryan offered as he quickly glanced downward toward his erection and then back up by way of apology – but his natural sarcasm made it seem less than genuine. There was very little he could do any more than I could about my own physical display of arousal.

“You are her boyfriend? I thought I WAS her boyfriend?” Tyga tried to get our attention.

“Sir, MC Tyga wants to see us kiss,” I tried to get Ted’s attention without acknowledging his claim to be my boyfriend. Ted was busy loading up the cart. He called out his sister by smooching the air and patting his leg to call for her like a pet. “Come on out piggy – don’t be shy,” and the once proud, gruff, Daisy Dukes emerged from the tent by first popping her head out.

The V.I.P. tent is a covered blue-tarp attached to the DJ booth and only has a little privacy on the sides. It was originally designed to hold about a dozen chairs and give men a place to sit and drink beer, but now with Daisy, Angel, and Cricket a buzzing around serving drinks and shaking their asses – they had expanded it to allow for twenty chairs and try to give the men who paid to sit there a show they couldn’t see around the pool. It was very obvious Daisy had been freshly fucked and played with – she still had cum and drool in her hair and dripping off her chin as well as dropplets of milk dripping down her tits.

“Don’t look around – just crawl over here,” he called to her. She was completely naked, and shaved below the neck. Her voluptuous body was covered in small bruises and red welts and her pussy was bright red from recent use.

“Does he have money?” Ted answered my question with a question and I looked over at Tyga.

“How about a Benjamin?” he held up a five dollar bill that had been folded and wadded up several times.

“That is a Lincoln, you dumb-ass,” his blonde sister stalked up to the fence where he was and corrected him on who was on a Five dollar bill.

“I was never good at history, sis,” Tyga was about as dumb as Angel or Lloyd. He waved the money like it was still worth a hundred dollar bills anyway.

“I don’t care,” Ted answered me and I tried to make peace with the fact I would have to kiss my mom. I knew in the back of my mind that this was coming anyway but I had not wanted to think about it. It was a fresh new humiliation to add on to the top of the depraved things I had done for money.

“You’ll have to ask Master Conner anyway – you two dumb bitches aren’t to cock a leg to take a piss unless you have his permission,” Ted instructed while loading his sister into the golf cart. I could see white fluid oozing from her fat nipples and dripping down to her chest. She was built like a B-52 bomber – and her tits reminded me of bombs about to explode. She climbed into the cart on her knees so that her exposed ass-cheeks flapped in the breeze as she shivered with humiliation and revulsion for how low she had sunk.

I could also see tears dripping down her cheeks – although it may have been cum –or a bit of both!

Daisy was ordered to get on her knees in the back of the golf cart and keep her hands holding her ass cheeks apart. He had a 12 inch dildo suction cupped to the floor of the back of the cart and told her to throat it and hold onto it with her teeth. “If you don’t like riding – you can run behind the cart as long as you can keep up!” he joked when she seemed reluctant and surprisingly she obeyed without a fuss – taking about eight inches of the dick into her mouth and biting down as the only way she could brace herself while putting each hand on her ass cheeks.

“C’mon, Pussy Boy – you can ride too,” Ted instructed Ryan to stop staring at my mom’s tits and get in. Mom looked genuinely embarrassed, but like she was flattered as well.

“Like that, Sir?” Ryan’s teenage angsty response was pure patronizing sarcasm this time – there was no doubt.

“No,” Ted assured him no one wanted to see his farty-ass. “Even though it does look like a girl’s ass in the right light,” he chuckled. “You can ride up front – I need you for some errands. I’ve also got to visit a few old high school chums and teachers who will be pleased as punch to see Daisy! Just don’t let that boner keep flapping around!” Ted teased him.

“Wow, you need me?” Ryan hopped in the chair next to the driver’s side.

“Well,” Ted clarified, “You are the least valuable person out here – even Lloyd is a useful man-whore,” he smiled. “Besides if I get bored, you can give me a hand job.”

They drove off down Seminole and I heard Ted say he was kidding “...you can give me a blow job.” Ted strapped a makeshift cardboard sign to the side of the cart “Need Baby Milk?” as he rode off puffing on a cigarette.

It was a very awkward way for my mom to meet my very first real boyfriend. I still had Tyga and Tawny standing behind us expecting an answer. “We’re waiting, sluts!” Tawny ordered.

“Didn’t you get enough of an ass kicking yesterday,” I spun to turn on Tawny. She wasn’t gloating as much when I reminded her of the Puerto Rican girl who stripped her naked and shamed her at the pool.

“You going to kick my ass? Or just talk tough?” Tawny didn’t shrink back down as I had hoped she would. I realized I didn’t really have anything other than talk to back up my threats and let it go.

“Conner? Sir? Please?” I waved down my brother and explained quickly what they wanted.

“I thought so,” Tawny folded her arms with a smug look of satisfaction, I really wanted to wipe off her face, that she had told me off.

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” Conner looked us up and down and then back at Tyga, “but for twenty!”

“But sir,” I offered a rebuttal, “Didn’t you just say we loved kissing and licking too much to be allowed to do it?” I tried to signal my brother that this was definitely too far – especially for me and mom. After the summer, I may seldom see my cousin and Aunt but I’d have to live with mom after this and I couldn’t see being able to look her in the eye after French kissing her for money. I knew we’d signed up to be down with things like this – but I was starting to freak out because I wasn’t down with this.

“Look – I know how this goes,” Tawny gave my brother a cut-the-shit stare and explained she had been watching us all morning. “They didn’t have a problem letting an old man sniff their feet and they didn’t have a problem letting a creepy guy lick their faces – it was just about reaching the right price,” she explained. We had done those two grifts over the last few hours and she knew it.

Conner started to explain why the price had to be right and she told him, “Save it – I’ll make this easy, here is a real Benjamin.” She held up a hundred dollar bill. “You are going to tell me no and offer me something else besides what my brother wants to see. We are going to dicker back and forth four times until you finally agree to it. We are going to skip all that bullshit. We want to see them strip and stand tit-to-tit and lock tongues and kiss.”

Conner was flustered that she called him out on the grift. It wouldn’t have made sense to proceed through the charade after being called out about it. “You aren’t nearly as much fun as your cousin Ophelia,” Conner said. I wasn’t sure who Ophelia was but I suspected it was the dark-haired girl I had seen him hanging out with early in the week.

“You think I give a fuck?” Tawny put her hands on her hips – standing a full head above my brother and reminding me of a blonde, slightly evil, Wonder-Woman. She asked, “Are we going to do this? It is an easy hundred.”

“It is an easy hundred?” Mom looked at me with a shrug and a look of ‘I guess we might as well’ on her face. She didn’t know these people – how much I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.

“Fine,” I looked at Tyga and told him to enjoy and started to embrace my mother – while I thought of anyone else. I flipped through images in my mind, but could only think of other women I had kissed recently – most of whom were blood relatives. That wasn’t helping.

“No, no,” Tawny said it wouldn’t do – not for a hundred dollars. “I want to see the two of them kiss tit to tit- and I want to see tongue,” she handed my brother the hundred and he motioned for his to strip with a wave of his hand.

Trucks and cars were driving past and honking and people in the V.I.P. tent were easily able to watch us as we stood on the sidewalk in front of the pool and undressed. I quickly removed my bottoms first and then my top while mom stepped out of her one piece.

“You still have pubic hair? How quaint,” Tawny looked my mom up and down and unable to come up with any other criticism mentioned how our tits were the same relative size, “...both shaped like tear-drops! You want to cry for me?”

“No, Ma’am – I want the hundred dollars you offered,” mom embraced me and held me close to her so that our nipples pressed together hard. I couldn’t help but get turned on as I shut my eyes and thought of anyone else. I tried to think of Ryan – but he was such a wimp in my eyes I couldn’t do it. I tried to think of Tim Riggins meaty biceps but the closest I could come was Lloyd’s goofy smile.

“Smile!” Tawny said and I opened my eyes to see her off to the side with her cell phone snapping pictures while my mom and I locked lips and began to kiss. She tasted good – her breath wasn’t bad and her tongue was long and skilled. She invaded my mouth and ran her tongue along my lips while letting the tongue stud run across the roof of my mouth.

“I want to see the two of them bend over and kiss each other’s ass,” Tawny said while we finished our kiss. “Then I want them to bend over and kiss mine – here is two hundred dollars. You even try to negotiate and we are done – I’ll also let everyone know how your scams operate,” Tawny flashed an evil smile.

“Two hundred is more than enough,” Conner greedily took the money – happy not to have to expend any effort to play the role of the miserly, saintly son who was just trying to reign in his slutty family members.

“Sick!” Tyga commented enthusiastically on how twisted his sister really was.

“Shut up, Justin,” Tawny handed over the money to my brother and dismissed her brother.

“I thought this was so I could see some cool lesbo action, mother-daughter style!” Tyga answered back, “It’s MC Tyga!”

“As long as I have money and you have none – it’s Justin. Now shut up and enjoy the show,” Tawny told me to decide who was going first. “I want to see you each rim that ass for a full minute – and don’t shut your eyes. You had no problem kissing ass yesterday – did you brown noser?” she asked me.

I didn’t want to answer her but Conner made me, “No Ma’am – I loved it, can’t wait to do it again,” I lied through gritted teeth. I contemplated what it would be like to jump over the fence and kick her ass and wondered if my brassy cousin Savannah would have let her talk to her this way – even for the money.

“Good – two hundred more and you can both suck a fart from my ass when you are done,” Tawny presented my brother with a total of five hundred dollars and demanded a show.

“I guess – I will go first,” I told my mom and she looked at me with a face I couldn’t read. I wasn’t sure if tears were welling up in her eyes or she just felt sorry for me. She turned around and faced away from me and bent over.

“No, no,” Tawny gave us direction now. “Turn your big ass towards the V.I.P. tent and give all of those creepy freaks and weirdos a good look at that turd-cutter of yours,” Tawny told my mom; and she obeyed!

Mom pivoted around and bent over – holding her ass cheeks apart and I quickly got behind her. I was still fully naked myself and when I bent over Tawny reached over the fence and made me place my hands on my ass, “Do something useful with your hands!”

She watched closely and reminded me to keep my eyes open– considering it cheating if I closed them. It definitely was and now that I could see my mom’s wrinkled, dark butt hole I found myself questioning whether or not I could do this.

I had done far worse for far less!

“Can everybody see, Ma’am?” I tried to take some of her fun away by pretending to enjoy the attention.

She called me on the bluff and invited the V.I.P tent to come watch. I heard the Wrestler bellow, “Woo-hoo! Baby Doll and Baby Doll Jr! Tag-team, back again!”

The Leaner got very close to my ass. He had bug-eyes and his face always reminded me of someone who just electrocuted himself after he drank several cups of coffee too many.

Mom had described him as a “skinny version of Rodney Dangerfield” earlier in the day, but I didn’t know who that was. The other V.I.P. Members, who chose to come watch and add to my humiliation, cheered us on as my tongue emerged from my lips and began to seek out my mother’s crack.

“Wider – get that ass wider so she can get in there,” Tawny wasn’t satisfied until my mom was pulling herself as far apart as she could. Even then she told me this wasn’t “butterfly kisses – really get in there and taste that ass!”

The men watching enthusiastically agreed. Tawny demanded Cricket give her a mustard packet and told me to hold my position. I desperately wanted to close my eyes, but found myself wide-eyed and staring at the fading tattoo written in flowing script across my mother’s back. The words “Derriere” hinting at a crisp, pert ass that many men probably wished they could have kissed – and here I was doing it for money in front of others!

Tawny pinched my nose and pulled my head back so that she squirt a packet of mustard between my mother’s cheeks. The golden yellow condiment went up and down her crack and mostly in and around. “It’s going to sting if you don’t get it all – I want you to stop baby-kissing and give us a show,” she insisted.

There was no doubt that Tawny was a bully. There was a difference between Daisy as a bully and her though. Daisy’s came from fear – a feeling of self-loathing that made her lash out at others and enjoy control. It came from wanting to hurt other people before they hurt her and lastly, she was just a greedy bitch who wanted what others had without working for it.

Tawny was a different animal all together. She was an alpha-female and always had been from the looks of her. She was tall, athletic, attractive, and blonde. She was used to getting her way and being able to talk down to people and she expected people to cave to her. I wasn’t sure how she got the money or why she felt it was worth it to spend on me – but I was positive she had a belief that she was just better than me and a deep need for me to understand and accept that.

I suppose in a way we were – but it felt so personal when Tawny rubbed my nose in things.

Once Tawny was satisfied I had tongued out every last bit of the mustard – it was my turn to switch with mom. She looked at the men and winked playfully –still convinced this was just another of many grifts and we were all play-acting. “How do I get her butt plug out? Am I allowed to use my fingers, Sir?” mom turned to ask my brother!

“You know how,” Conner and Tawny both said at the same time and looked at each other – neither smiled.

“Practice makes perfect, sir.” mom gingerly gripped the glass plug in her mouth and pulled it out of my ass – letting it make a disgusting ‘pop’ sound as the air from the plug released right in her face.

“Sorry Mom,” was all I could say – my face turning red! She had no experience doing this – but she was surprisingly being a good sport about it.

She bent low to set the plug on the ground and accepted my apology politely, “It couldn’t be helped. I suppose you can clean this afterwards,” I hoped she meant from the dust on the ground and not little fudge stains on the glass!

“Get wide – get your chin right down there into that wet cunt, Mrs. Tinkle,” Tawny used my mother’s last name and I could feel her stiffen. Mom hadn’t said her last name to anyone out here –I suppose as Tawny snapped cell phone pics including some selfies right next to my ass with my mother in the picture it was dawning on my mom that people knew who she was.

Tawny didn’t spare her any humiliation – spreading TWO packets of mustard between my cheeks and smushing them together. “Get in here and look – you like staring at assholes, don’t you Conner?” Tawny’s voice was a threatening and unpleasant.

“I can look at them anytime I want,” Conner played it off.

She grabbed my brother by the hair and pulled his face close to my mom’s ass. “Look at it –you want me to put more mustard on there so you can have a taste? I’ve got more money!”

“Everything cool over there?” Catfish asked on the microphone while lowering the music.

Tawny flipped him the bird and he answered with a laid back, “Okay then – I’ll take that as a yes.” We were on our own.

My brother tried to pull himself out of her reach but despite his assertive nature – he wasn’t any physical match for Tawny. She leaned into him and put her elbow on his back forcing his head forward into my mom’s ass crack.

“Stop hurting my brother!” I demanded as I felt the three of us lurch forward – their weight pushing me downwards.

“I am not hurting the little pussy – I am giving him a taste,” Tawny said throwing another hundred on my mom’s back. “Your ass is clean isn’t it Mrs. Tinkle? You don’t walk around full of shit like your daughter do you?” the nasty girl insisted my mother answer and pushed my brother’s head further into her crack.

“No, it feels good – he does this all the time at home,” mom lied – unsure if this was part of the grift or whether we were all in danger.

I fantasized about jumping out of the train of ass-lickers I was in and kicking Tawny’s ass. The only fights I had won were ones where I was supposed to win when we faked them for betting purposes.

“There, that was simple,” Tawny released my brother’s head and offered a taste to anyone else who wanted one. No one else dared approach. “Tyga – you want ‘ta lick that pussy? Have at it. I’m buying.” She laid down another hundred on my mom’s back and my brother took the money and stood back.

Mom didn’t flinch when Tawny’s brother bent down and started eating her out. She even sighed slightly – groaning as she licked my ass. Her tongue crept lower into the folds of my pussy and the skin between my ass and slit.

“You eat pussy like a faggot,” Tawny scolded her brother. “That’s why you can’t get laid,” she made him stop what he was doing.

He wiped his face off and angrily told his older sister he did have a girlfriend. “She is a model and she lives in Canada,” he told her that she was going to come down with her girlfriends.

“Justin, your girlfriend is Rosie Palmer,” Tawny told her brother to wipe his upper lip, “You’ve got old woman’s cunt juice on it.” She peeled off another two hundred dollars and said “My brother needs to get laid – I want these two skanks to blow him and teach him how to fuck.”

This was a lot more than we normally charged for a fuck – but I hoped my brother would put an end to this. She was so hurtful – and yet, as long as she talked my mother kept licking my pussy. Her nose was pushed into my ass – as she went lower to give me tender kisses on the inside of my pussy walls.

“First, it’s time for me to get mine,” Tawny told us to break up the love fest and pulled her bikini bottoms down to mid-thigh.

“Whoa, cute pussy, sis!” Tyga reverted to his easy-going goof-ball personality. He reminded me of someone doing a bad imitation of Mathew McConaughey.

“You didn’t get a good enough look, yesterday?” Tawny brow-beat him into looking away and told me I was first.

“You aren’t going to take them all the way down and give the men something to look at, Ma’am?” I stood up, wanting desperately to rub my pussy to keep the orgasm going but afraid to do anything other than provoke Tawny.

“I am the one paying – you are the show,” she pointed to her perfectly rounded, athletic ass cheeks, “Eat ass – now!”

“If you are chicken and embarrassed for them to see – that’s fine then, Ma’am,” I shrugged as if it was her loss.

“Fine.” She took the bait and stepped out of her bottoms – throwing them at her feet and bent over in the general direction of the men.

“What a Rush!” the Wrestler was beside himself cheering on the spectacle, “Everyone’s got a price!!” he shouted and dropped two twenty’s on my mom’s back for no other reason than he was pleased to be part of the show. She picked them up and handed them to my brother to hold on to while I asked Cricket for a packet of mustard.

I hadn’t seen Cricket since earlier that morning. She had on a makeshift black pirate hat and an eye patch. Her oddly shaped tits were covered with a very sheer tank top and she was wearing an apron that didn’t cover her ass at all. The words “DICK PIRATE” were written on her head and the apron had the word “Squeeze my bewbs for a dollar - err walk the plank!”

“Thanks!” I quickly squeezed the packet into Tawny’s ass cheeks and told her to hold them apart. “I can’t kiss that tight little crack unless you are a little less shy, sweetness!” I don’t know why – but I said it in a southern accent like Delilah might have.

“I didn’t say put the mustard up my ass!” Tawny demanded but she held herself apart while I licked. I didn’t stop at her ass either – I kept licking her pussy up and down like I was painting a fence with my mouth.

“You cunt-licking slit – I didn’t say to eat my muff either!” she let me go for a full minute before stopping me and staring daggers at me.

It was mom’s turn and I was surprisingly turned on now. I felt myself dripping down my legs and my nipples were hard as diamonds. It was hard to actually stand there as an observer – albeit a completely naked one.

Mom took a second mustard packet and squirted it down Tawny’s ass crack with a surprisingly unexpected wave of confidence, the way she might crack eggs to make a cake without looking at the recipe first when I was little. Tawny didn’t complain – by this point, it seemed like the proper procedure to prove you licked it clean.

“You want me to lick just the ass, or the entire pussy too Ma’am?” Mom asked submissively while bending over.

“You can do both,” Tawny’s answer wasn’t the mean-spirited cruel words of a bully. She almost seemed subdued as she let my mom caress her bottom with her tongue.

It was Conner who smacked my mom’s tits with a windshield wiper to remind her “Hands behind your back – hold those cheeks apart.”

Mom did as she was told without complaint or hesitation. I saw Conner eyeing her ass – studying it. He really was an ‘ass-man’, Tawny had pegged him on that. He may have pretended to be above looking at his own mother’s ass, but he was studying every curve and crevice on her back-side like he needed the answers for the mid-terms and they were in his mom’s ass crack.

I’ve seen pictures and my asshole is bright pink but my mom’s is darker while very tight and wrinkled. I could almost imagine him comparing us and wondered which one he preferred. It seemed twisted to wonder these things but I couldn’t help but think about it.

I heard a woman clear her throat – it was Tawny’s mom. April Haislip was standing there holding a cocktail with a handsome 40-something guy dressed in a Panama Jack shirt and shorts.

“Oh hi, mom,” Tawny said with a wicked smirk that didn’t seem the least bit apologetic at being caught in this position. She looked regally over her shoulder at the two – without any shame for having her bikini bottoms around her ankles.