Chapter One Hundred Six

TNT – Taters and Tits

Tawny left us alone with instructions that we better be fucking “...harder than you are now when I come back,” so she could go fetch Brad’s whiskey flask. “You little shits better not talk about me while I am gone,” the blonde teenager said with a lemony-sour sneer as an after-thought while walking out of the men’s restroom.

“I am sorry about this, y’all,” Tyga stopped talking like a thug in eubonics for a moment and talked the way I would imagine the real Justin Haislip talked. He kept fucking my mother – so he wasn’t THAT sorry.

“There isn’t anything to be sorry about, Sir,” my mom was giving him a good ride by gyrating her hips in a wild semi-circular fashion that reminded me of an egg beater she would use to bake a cake. “We are whores – who get paid to fuck, it’s helping us because we need the money, Sir,” mom admitted and went back to licking my pussy.

“Still, I wouldn’t mind taking a hammer to the back of Tawny’s head,” my brother joked; and I snorted snot as I choked and gagged on his cock because I laughed so hard – it was so random and cruel.

Tyga laughed too and asked my brother, going back to his eubonic fake-rapper accent, “Why you say that? She paid you a shit-ton of cash and you get your cock sucked all day!”

“Being a Master is hard work,” Conner propped up his self-importance, “It takes patience, tenacity, and critical thinking to outsmart these clever bitches!” my brother played with my hair and touched my ear while I sucked his cock. “You have to not feel sorry for them- or else you go soft and then they take advantage of you! They NEED authority, and so you have to always be tough and hard!”

“Show us how tough you are!” Tawny was standing behind my brother while he talked and startled him. She had Brad’s silver flask in her hand and smiled. She looked every bit the hot blonde American Beauty cheerleader but with a wicked edge about her.

She had another two hundred dollars, “...all I could steal right here – suck off my brother,” she held it under my brother’s nose. I looked up at him with concern and wonder.

We did need the money and I had seen Lloyd flirting with women AND men all day long – mostly heavy set guys with beards.

“I see – it’s alright for these whores to wrap their lips around cocks but not for you?” Tawny chuckled at the look on my brother’s face.

I heard Tyga start to whisper, “I am going to cum! I am going to cum, I am going to Ffffuuuu,” as my mom whipped around to get right under his dick with her mouth and let him cum on her tongue and lips.

“Nice save!” Tawny seemed both amused and surprised as my mother nodded she had in fact – completed the assignment pointing to her wet asshole. “You dirty little whores know what to do next?”

I stopped sucking off my brother and squatted down to my mother to let her kiss a wad of Tyga’s cum into my mouth.

“Damn little brother,” Tawny was impressed as she took a selfie next to our cum covered faces, “You may have a little dick – but you sure do shoot a big load,” she teased him as she posted shot after shot on Facebook.

My mom let her tongue unravel and let me kiss the cum in tiny droplets on top of her tongue ring. I was surprised at how dirty she really could be and I soon almost forgot she was my mother – almost!

“You’ve got one more load to get,” she offered my brother the last two hundred dollars she had and told him to beat off in our faces. We turned already on our knees and sharing the cummy-goo from Tyga on our lips waited for our brother to jerk off into our faces – mom even smiled as he popped his load quickly and caught her on the nose. He had tried to hold out and even reflexively twitched when he popped his load – but once his volcano erupted, he hosed us both down with his thick jizz!

We both moved our tongues from side to side rapidly licking his cock while cum shot out of his cock in spurts - smiling up at him as he rained down on us gobs of white seed.

Conner was sweaty and exhausted. He panted and was breathing heavy with a big grin on his face of relief. I instinctively wanted to wipe it off but I forced myself to keep my hands at my side while Tawny snapped another picture.

I whispered to mom when Tawny was busy uploading to Facebook from her phone, “Aren’t you worried if this gets back to Dad?”

“Oh hon, that is the least of my worries,” she whispered back and licked her lips while leaning her head back adding, “Strangers have snapped enough pictures of me this morning with their cell phones – we are going to be on the internet,” mom accepted the inevitable with an odd amount of stoicism.

Tyga rested his balls on my mom’s forehead “Teabag!!” he shouted triumphantly pulling her hair out of her face and let his ever-shrinking cock rest on her head while his sister took another snapshot.

“Don’t put that on Facebook or I’ll forward your other pictures to that Carmela and her crew!” Tyga brought up the sexy, thick Latina who kicked Tawny’s ass and humiliated her yesterday in front of the entire pool.

It instantly spoiled her playful mood and she sneered for us to lick the cum off each other’s faces and spit it into this flask. Mom’s kisses and ministrations of her tongue to my face felt warm and sweet, even though she was cleaning off the spent cum of her own son. I did the same and spat the goo into the flask of whiskey.

“Alright, I’ve no use for you now,” she waved her hands to dismiss us like trash and wiggled her perfect butt as she sashayed out of the room. I noticed how she glided with a kind of wiggle very similar to her mother’s as she left.

“Checking out her ass, are ya Sis?” Conner chuckled as he pulled his shorts up.

“Hey, I know you like to look at butts, Master – you are one to talk,” it felt natural to joke and tease now – I didn’t feel nearly as self-conscious in front of my mother any longer.

Conner let us wash up in the sink a little – which is technically a no-no, we were supposed to walk around cummy and sticky all day but we had just made about two thousand dollars and he was feeling generous. “You have earned that steak at Outback tonight!” he chuckled.

I smiled but mom shook her head “Actually, I’ve got to go to the club and dance, Sir.”

“Why? We’ll make a lot today?” I was worried about her. “You said it was slow down there!”

“Every little bit helps – you remember what she said? Money is money and besides, you get fined if you miss a shift,” she stepped into her one piece suit and pulled it up to expose the outline of her pussy and nipples in the suit, “We need skin to win.”

“Uh, I think you are forgetting something?” Conner smiled and held up the butt plug mom had insisted on earlier.

“I was just trying to play along,” Mom admitted sheepishly, “I have never even had one of those back there.” It was as if we were finally talking backstage about the play we had just been in.

Tyga was still buzzing around – hanging out around us. That had happened before after a grift. A nice guy who basically “Falls in love” with you and thinks since you showed him some attention – you want him to hang out and scare off all future business.

I didn’t mind though – he was ogling my mother and I, and I felt bad that his sister was such an actual bitch. They had been making fun of us from day one. He didn’t seem to care that we had broken character. It may have been because he was so happy from his recent orgasm or because he was just as stupid as he seemed - but I didn’t break character.

“I will get in trouble if I don’t have mine when Ted checks, so go ahead Sir,” I turned around enthusiastically and reached for my ankles so that my brother could insert the plug.

“I should write whore on your ass,” he teased me as he lined the glass plug up to the sphincter of my butt. He giggled, “I love how your asshole puckers when someone says something that gets to you ,” he observed.

“I wasn’t aware I did that Sir,” I was actually mortified. Not only had I clenched my asshole, but I could feel my spine crawl at the idea that technically there was no barrier to me being a whore at all, other than the words written on my ass.

It reminded me to look up at my mother and ask what she thought about that. I didn’t actually have to say anything – she knew what I was thinking.

“Honey, I love you, and this whole day has shocked me – both of you surprised me. I will admit, I suspected when they told me how much you earned here that you were whoring anyway, but I just didn’t want to think about it. I’ve been a horrible mother for letting you get into this situation and I am sorry – so don’t worry what I think,” she looked like she was beating herself and she wasn’t acting, because she wasn’t talking with the rich-bitch voice she used outside.

I briefly thought about chucking all sense of decency and telling my brother to write ‘Whore’ on my ass. If my mom didn’t seem to care and we’d make more money – I’d be crazy not too? I remembered what Ted had said though about the position. “You are basically down to do anything, everyone and everything, any time,” or words to that affect and I was honestly afraid.

I wiggled my ass cutely while he secured the butt plug.

Mom waited until I was done to get dressed and asked him plainly, “So you are serious – I need to wear a butt plug?”

“I am serious you need to call me Sir, and yes you will wear a butt plug – YOU should have whore written on your ass as well – Aunt Crystal had to do it,” Conner could be very assertive when he wanted to, but I could tell he was having a hard time when mom behaved like “old mom” and talked to him in her normal voice.

“I just thought that it would be easier to pretend to be a rich-bitch without it,” Mom looked down “and I have to work tonight – will the marker even wash off?” she bent over reluctantly in the same position as I had.

Conner took out a red marker from one the pockets on his cargo shorts and circled her asshole “If you wash enough cars the soap usually washes it off by the end of the day,” he grinned and used a black marker to put the WH and RE in large letters on either side of her cheeks.

I could tell now that my mom was crying as a tear rolled down her cheeks – something Conner couldn’t see while he chuckled and started to squeeze the flesh-colored butt plug into my mom’s asshole. It had a large section in the center that made it difficult to get it in, but my mom sniffed and wiped off a tear while pretending to adjust her long brown hair.

“Why are you not dressed? You waiting for me to tell you to put your clothes on?” Conner looked up at me and realized I was standing there naked, thinking.

“I was waiting – yes Master,” I lied. I was actually thinking about what circumstances had brought my mother to this situation just as they had me. She had apologized about being such a horrible mother for letting me ‘get into this situation’, but almost every step of the way I had agreed to this and yet she blamed herself.

She was starting to become my hero again.

I don’t know if she ever stopped being my hero. I think I had always looked to her as a role model of what a woman should aspire too. I just never really thought about it before. I may have initially been worried she would blow-up and yell at us for what we were doing at the car wash, but I think it has always been I just didn’t want her to think I was a nasty, dirty little girl.

We both got dressed and mom’s eye make-up had run slightly, but with all the cum that had been dropped on her face and the fucking – that was relatively normal. We had some whorish, cheap, dollar store makeup back at the DJ booth. It was mostly sky blue mascara and bubble gum pink lipstick, but it helped soften our features.

Tyga followed us out of the bathroom as we looked for our next opportunity to make money. We followed our brother and I walked behind mom looking at the WH and RE that was clearly visible on her well-rounded butt cheeks in the swimming suit.

We could smell cooked pig coming from the BBQ and an old Tom Petty song was playing over the loud speakers. People were genuinely having a great time; laughing, singing and looking at flashing boobs and ass. It wasn’t just from us either – there were girls shooting moons and whipping their suits down playfully every now and then, running around the pool, flashing their boobs. The pool had pretty much filled up and Conner led us back to the sidewalk to wash cars.

The guys had erected a sign over the BBQ pit, “TNT: Taters and Tits”, and Cricket was pleased as punch selling deep fried baked potato skins, French fries, beer and roasted pork, dressed like a sexy pirate. She had put on a tube top that kept her oddly-shaped boobs up and was wearing a little apron around her waist, with an eye-patch and a pirate captains hat.

I was hungry and it smelled great – but we would have to wait to be fed. I had long since lost the privilege of deciding when I eat or what I get to eat. It never ceased to amaze me how much I took that for granted until I lost the privilege, and how much it reinforced the feeling that I was truly having to submit to someone else’s will.

Conner couldn’t eat either though. He had to watch us, and that was a full time job for him – so his responsibilities kept him from doing what he wanted. I suppose each of us submits to our own private Masters for our own private reasons.

There was no sign of Ted and his sister – I wondered where they had gone and why he wasn’t there to run events. This seemed like an excellent time to try a big grift and Ted was the ‘Big Top’ showman.

We saw Angel talking to her ex-boyfriend Derek Hammond. Derek was a hot-headed high school jock and he seemed to be getting physically upset.

“Dammit Angel! Why you wanna do this?” he said as he looked for something to punch.

“I told you Sir, I had no choice in the matter. My father decided it was best if I work the pool this weekend – and they decided the V.I.P. tent was the best place for me,” the pretty pregnant blonde looked so sweet and innocent in the face. Her full, ripe tits seemed so erotic because not only were they over-sized, but the nipples seemed so thick – the fact they were way too big for her body made them very sexualized. She was walking around naked with a tray strapped above her tits and beers in cups. Her baseball bat was lodged in her ass and she walked with her legs close together –almost waddling as she let men pinch or feel her up while she sold beers.

“I don’t mind this – I mean break up with ME! We have a baby together,” he had very little respect for her – talking down to her like she was a child.

“I told you THAT too, Sir,” she explained patiently without looking at him, “I was told I can’t date you anymore!” she battered her long eye-lashes at him reminding me of Tinkerbell being flirty and smiled.

“But wha-eye though?” the redneck athlete punched the tent – only causing the blue tarp to move slightly. “This ain’t right –you never think about ME!”

“I guess because I am to be a nigger lover for a while, Sir,” she said without the least bit shame. She smiled for a picture with one of the V.I.P. members who put his arm around her and snapped it, before continuing, “I am supposed to let niggers fuck me and only niggers – so I can be humbled and appreciate someone like you when I am finally allowed to choose who I want, Sir.”

Angel was definitely a bubble-headed bimbo who often cried at the drop of the hat but right then she seemed very cocksure of herself and that this was all for the best – with some master plan.

“I don’t want to wait though! Jeez, can’t you see that this is embarrassing me in front of my friends? You dumping me so you can be some nigger loving slave?” he said selfishly. I couldn’t believe he didn’t see how embarrassing it was to endure her treatment and could only think of himself. Then again – I could believe it with Derek, but I just didn’t want to!

She smiled at him complacently while letting a guy finger her bald pussy as she waited for him to pay for his beer.

Tawny Haislip had been watching as well and she told Derek, “Drop that bitch – I tell you what, I will take you back, Derek.”

He looked her and swore before answering “Shit – you are a sick bitch, you made fun of my cock every time we made love.”

“That’s true – but if you had a nicer cock I wouldn’t have to,” Tawny chuckled with apathy towards his rejection. “Then go on and pine for that fat, little pregnant twat, Angel!” She confronted Angel by entering the V.I.P. tent and said, “You won Miss Fire Cracker three years in a row and now look at you – how does it feel to be a cow?” There was clearly a rivalry that went way back between these girls.

“You used to do sleep overs at my house, Ma’am and we were best friends – I don’t know why you are so jealous. I am hideous now – I can’t even work the front line of the car wash,” Angel pouted and I recognized when her nose starts turning red that the water works is about to begin as she cried for herself.

Conner had enough and he confronted her, “Tawny, why don’t you step out of the V.I.P. tent please?”

“Why don’t you let me step my foot in your ass, cheese dick? I just gave you two grand for twenty minutes of a show that wasn’t even that good – I think I am entitled to be under your magic, shitty tarp,” her body language made it seem the tent wasn’t all that special.

My brother held up his cell phone and said “You aren’t the only one with a cell phone.”

“Is that a threat?” Tawny laughed it off “I don’t care if you show those pictures to someone. The worst they can do is jerk off to them. They can’t have the real thing.”

“I am not talking about the pictures,” Conner played a video on his phone and turned up the sound but it couldn’t be heard. She laughed at him and then he walked into the DJ booth and within moments of attaching cords had patched it over the loud speaker.

“That is money you stole from that guy!” I heard my voice crackle over the speaker. I sounded squeaky, like a little girl. I thought I sounded way more mature than that.

There was a slight pause and then I realized why Conner played the video. “Who gives a shit where I got the money? Brad is a fucking coke dealer – he has tons of money. His wife doesn’t know he is fucking my mom, and mom doesn’t know he is fucking me. How I get the money is my business –and your business is fucking Justin. You can do it here – or the bathroom, I don’t care where.” Tawny’s voice was an unmistakable cross between bitch and braggadocio – bitchadocio.

All eyes were now on the DJ booth after the music stopped playing and there was a hushed tone as people talked about what they heard.

“You are just a low-rent Vanilla Ice wanna-be! Get out of your head that mom and I would ever answer to you like these dumb phoneys. Odd-Jobs is a creepy boob-watcher. You love looking at assholes like he loves watching little girls titties bounce,” Tawny’s voice played again and now she was fighting to unlock the latch to ring my brother’s neck and get into the DJ booth.

Conner grinned at her and said he didn’t have time to edit this – but he was going to make it into a ‘meme’ later. He pressed play and let Tawny continue talking about Odd Jobs, “...bloated, old goat who gets his kicks with little girls, he paid me two dollars to shake my tits for him at the playground every day in fourth grade!”

I could see her mother and Brad making their way over and Odd-Jobs along with S.S.

“I am not scared of what they are going to do when they hear I think they are full of shit. You need to be scared of what I will do to you when I get up there,” Tawny threatened but she did look a little worried.

Derek actually blocked her way and defended my little brother. “He’s had my back – you don’t touch my little man!” I don’t think Derek knew my brother had a thing for Angel on some level or saw him as a threat the way he would a muscular guy like himself.

Conner played a few more choice bits, “Cock is cock and you gotta take it where you can find it, right?” and “Oh not me, silly! I would never suck a cock such as yours!”

People were laughing a little and the last thing that came across was, “I hope the money is worth all this – you little cunts are definitely earning Brad’s money!”

I thought I actually heard Tawny’s mother clear her throat, and then there seemed to be silence that spread across the pool. April, along with Brad, quickly made their way over to the D.J. booth. It was obvious from Brad’s face and the open whiskey flask that she had suggested he take a drink out of it and he was pissed.

April had a small procession of a couple girl friends that weren’t quite as attractive as her – but were every bit as pretentious a look, flanking her. She took an imperious drag from her cigarette, as if trying to inhale the right words to say to her daughter.

“Sorry Brad, you shouldn’t have left your money where I could get to it, okay?” Tawny’s apology was flat and completely disingenuous. She scrunched her nose but unlike Savannah, who did it when she smelled something gross or heard something weird, her expression was more of one who could simply care less about what she had just done.

“Boob-watcher?” Odd-Jobs emerged into the V.I.P. area. He had heard the broadcasted words and now there were dozens of others coming to watch the impending drama unfold.

The music had stopped – which was kind of sobering but at the same time made everyone aware that something was likely about to go down.

“You think I care about this?” Brad held up the whiskey, “I want my fucking money!”

“I didn’t take that much – and I am sorry, I already spent it. If you want to get it back, I gave it to the creeper in the D.J. booth who sucked his own mother’s titties and fucks his sister and mother!” I hadn’t actually done those things with him – and it kind of irked me she made that up when we did do some actual nasty things.

“I think I know a way you can earn the money back,” Odd-Jobs inferred that she would work it off at the pool.

Brad looked at Odd-Jobs with a pleased expression – that was obviously acceptable to him. “I don’t care how the fuck you do it – you better have my money!”

“I don’t think so,” she laughed at O.J. and looked at her mother for support.

This would be the most poetic time for karmic justice to drop a load of shit on top of Tawny’s head. Karma had been kind enough to find a way to turn Daisy into a sniveling cum-dog and make her feel as low as she had made other people feel.

“Yeah, we’ll get the money – don’t worry about it Brad,” April teased the coke dealer’s hair with her fingers flirtatiously. “My daughter made a mistake – it won’t happen again,” she assured him confidently. It was obvious to me she would say anything he wanted to hear and with conviction like an excellent liar . She took a puff from the smoke between her fingers and waited impatiently for the matter to be dropped.

Karma doesn’t appear to always get things right and sometimes the most awful people get all the breaks. Brad was willing to trust April’s promises that she would find a way to get the money without her daughter having to humiliate herself at the pool and all it took was some false promises and some batting of the eyelashes.

Tawny huffed like she was annoyed she had been accused of anything and stuck her butt out at Odd-Jobs triumphantly like a cheerleader after a touch-down.

“Until you get me the money,” Brad smiled at April and kissed her on the lips, “you are cut off completely though.”

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind what she was cut off from.

April turned to her daughter and said coldly, “It may be a little while until Mommy can come up with the money – why don’t you humor them? You get home by 5pm and after you clean my room and Tyga’s room – you can fix dinner and we’ll forget all about your little mistake, okay dear?”

Perhaps Karma wasn’t a bitch after all – but actually found ways to teach bitches a lesson in justice.

“Oh fuck to the no,” Tawny’s eyes flashed angrily at her mother. The spiteful tantrum that her mother was obviously immune to because April didn’t look impressed at all.

“Fine,” April told her she didn’t have to clean Tyga’s room. “You have to learn to take a joke, dear.”

We all stared at Tawny waiting for her to surrender her dignity and her time to our little enterprise and submit so that she could earn the money she wasted. It was obvious she was now surrounded by everyone, including S.S. who was standing close to his boss.

“I think I’ll go back to the trailer and we can talk about it at home, Mother!” Tawny’s eyes widened, as if she were trying to hint to her mother that they really needed to talk privately.

“I think that you need to pop your bottoms, bend over, and work for me,” Odd-Jobs answered Tawny with the same cadence and perfect comic timing. There was an outcry of laughter as the crowd turned against Tawny –booing her.

She was obviously one of the popular girls at school, but her cruel bullying and narcissism couldn’t withstand being singled out by a crowd this way. She looked like she was literally shrinking as she reacted to the crowd’s angry cat-calls. “Thief! Liar! Slut!” people in the crowd called her names but mostly they demanded she show her tits.

“I ain’t going down alone!” Tawny had started to accept the inevitable. She pointed accusingly at her mother “She stole half! She is the one who showed me where the money was! Hell, she knew I was sucking your dick the whole time. It’s how I distracted you!” she ratted out her mother to Brad.

The crowd started to turn on April but she was much more experienced and unflappable than her daughter. She didn’t react at all, other than to deny any wrong-doing with a cock sure attitude, “This is what you always do when you are in trouble!” she fired back at her daughter. “You blame anyone but Tawny Haislip for things you do. You fuck up at school and fail, so you can’t graduate with your senior class,” she said.

“Mom!” there were some boos from the crowd as April looked hurt to have the secret revealed that she wasn’t graduating this year.

Her mother and her showed a unified front when they were picking on others, but they had their petty little games of one-up-manship with each other they had played for years. Her mom publicly putting her in her place was apparently new though, as Tawny looked shocked her mom would throw her under the bus.

“You blame Tyga for the posts you made on Facebook getting your ass kicked yesterday by that pretty little girl from Sucia Acres. You did some hateful things to him last night and I didn’t say a word,” April fired another lightning bolt at her daughter.

“She did?” Tyga had a curious look on his face as he wondered what his sister might have done to him. I think the fact he didn’t know made him think it was probably even worse than he thought!

“Do I need to invite Carmela out here to kick your ass in front of everyone, or are you going to go ahead and get this over with so Brad and everyone can go back to being happy?” April made it sound like working the pool was no big deal and she should just suck it up for the good of everyone.

“The money is in your top, you bitch!” Tawny leapt at her mother like an untamed animal. “Half the fucking money is in your top!”

“Catfight!” Tyga shouted and everyone was cheering the struggle between the mother and daughter as they clawed and slapped each other, but it was over almost before it began with Tawny emerging victorious.

She pulled off her mother’s green bikini top and shredded the lacey cover-up she was wearing.

Her mom ceased fighting as soon as the top was ripped from her body and her tits popped out. These were two of the most perfect tits you have ever seen in your life.

Go ahead and Google “Perfect tits” in image search. You know the results you see?

They were like that, only perkier and more perfect. April’s boobs had been kissed by the sun and her bikini top had left only a perfect sliver of pale skin that actually added dimension to them and made you more aware you were seeing bare tits.

Her nipples were literally the most perfect circles; and I could honestly say that even if a man liked little boobs or big fat ta-tas he would probably also give these a wank if he saw them.

I was impressed.

So was the crowd as they cheered with exultant joy at seeing April’s bare na-nas flapping in the breeze. I say Na-Na’s because a teenage boy kept shouting “Na-Na’s” and pointing at them. To April’s credit she didn’t freak out or act ashamed. She held her hand up like a Queen waving to her subjects and smiled at them like she was suggesting they get a good look while they could.

Tawny quickly unfolded the tiny bikini top and pulled out a lighter as she searched the ground and the top again in vain for the money; it became obvious she was a liar.

“You see my daughter is a liar? Which is probably why she belongs working with these other liars and whores,” April had fully turned on her daughter now and there was no way she was backing down. “I guess I didn’t see it, Brad,” she smiled at him and covered her breasts with her hands enough to appear modest while still showing their full size and perkiness as she composed herself.

“Yo’ Ma!” Tyga seized upon the opportunity “Can I be her Master? I think I found my true calling, fuck rap!”

“I don’t care, Justin,” his mother was looking at Brad as she answered him. “That’s really up to Odd-Jobs. He is her boss now.” She took one hand from her left boob and teased her hair as if she didn’t realize she was showing off her great tits, but I could tell April was too good at showmanship to have made a mistake.

The crowd was electrified with cheers and encouragement for Tawny to strip. “Strip! Strip! Strip!” the chanting grew louder and Tawny could see the walls closing in on her as all her so-called friends abandoned her and the many people she had pissed off at the Buckman crowded even closer.

The only thing that could have broken the chanting happened next.