Chapter 31 - OH, MAMA!
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Bunny is shocked when she sneaks off to see Jesse Burrows...
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After Daddy had scared the hell out Uncle Joe and then blew his mind, I didn't see Uncle Joe again until that Sunday, which happened to be Mother's Day. It may have been their Mother's Day, but Mama and Aunt Bess did all the cooking. Daddy bought Mama some expensive perfume and Uncle Blake bought Aunt Bess a pretty cocktail ring. The little kids gave both Mama and Aunt Bess handmade cards which I had helped them make. Me, I gave Mama a big hug and told her how much I loved her. She really liked that. She liked Daddy's gift too and made a big fuss over the kiddie cards. Uncle Joe, he showed up to eat and then made himself scarce as quick as he could.
But it was the day before that that was interesting. It was a rainy Saturday. Daddy told me that "Uncle" Sid wanted me to babysit for him that night. I knew what that meant. Then Daddy took me out to the new work site where a lot was being cleared for the spec house Daddy was building for Sid.
There really wasn't much to see, just bare dirt. Of course the wooded area was quite nice and the two nearby homes that had been built demonstrated the quality that would be in this new upscale development. His little construction office was there, just moved from the church property. It didn't have electricity yet, nor a phone line. The area was muddy and it was still raining.
"Come on," Daddy said opening his door.
"Go where? It's raining!"
"We are here to have sex, Bunny. I have too much crap in the back seat to have sex with you back there," he told me. "We'll be more comfortable in the shack. Now come on and make a dash for it."
Did I mention that it was muddy? Really muddy. I stepped out of the truck, took two steps and sank up to my ankles. Trying to move forward, my sneaker was sucked right off my foot! Daddy had to rescue me, picked me up and carried me to the shed. Fumbling around, he dropped the keys. By the time we got inside we were both soaked, soaked and a muddy mess. That didn't bother Daddy. He stripped us both and had his way with me on his desk.
After he was done, I saw that next to the calendar with the nude buxom women, he still had the glossy 8X10 photos of my bare ass with his hand prints. The photos were curled up a bit and there were finger smudges on them. I wondered how many of his men had seen them and did any of them know whose ass it was.
We hung around for a while and then he screwed me again. After cleaning his cock with my mouth, we dressed in our wet muddy clothes. Wet and clammy, the clothes were gross. but it was all we had. We made a dash back to the truck. I slipped and fell face first in the mud. Daddy found that to be funny once he realized I hadn't been hurt. And I suppose it was funny. Mary Lou had a laugh too when we showed up at their door. She directed us around to the back door where she had us both strip naked. Then she hosed us off with the garden hose before letting us in.
Mr. Mack was at his store and Peter was off with Kenny somewhere. Mary Lou threw our clothes in the washer.
"What have you two been up to?" she asked amused.
"I took Bunny out to Sid's new development. I saw that my men had moved my construction shack on site yesterday and got the notion that we should go inside for a while. Big mistake. All we got was wet and muddy."
"I seem to remember you doing me on your desk," I added dourly.
"Yeah, that too," he said with a smile.
"You should have just come over here. I'm here all alone and could've used the company," she said fondling my naked daddy. Well, you can imagine what that led to.
By the time we got home late that afternoon, Mama was fit to be tied. "Where have you been?" Mama demanded of Daddy.
"I told you. We went out to where I'm building that house. We got stuck in the mud." Well, that wasn't a total lie and Mama let it drop. Of course the seats in Daddy's truck were still a mess and our "clean" clothes got dirty all over again on the ride from Mary Lou's, but that just lent credence to Daddy's story.
"Well, you'd better hurry and get cleaned up, Bunny. You're supposed to be at your babysitting job in half an hour."
"Yes, Ma'am," I said heading upstairs to change.
I changed into something appropriate, fixed my hair and put on a little make up. I looked a lot better when I climbed into Mama's car for the ride over to Sid's. As Daddy dropped me off, it wasn't lost on me that my daddy had taken me to a business partner's house to be sexually used by the man.
But as it turned out, it wasn't too bad. Fat old Sid was actually very nice to me. He fucked me, fucked my mouth, fucked my pussy, fucked me in the ass, and made me lick him all over from head to toe. But he was nice about it and tried to make it fun. And when Sid dropped me off at home around 1 AM with a hundred dollar tip, I had to conclude that it had been fun. I'd never before seen that much money at once!
Monday, my whole word was turned upside down. School was okay. It was nearing the end of the year and we mostly did fun things. Then an hour or so before lunch, the fire alarm sounded. Another fire drill, we all thought as we lined up chattering, but once we were out in the smoky hallway, we knew it wasn't a just another drill. No one was giggling then!
We made it out the nearest exit in an orderly fashion and rendezvoused on the playground at our assigned spots where the teachers took roll to make sure we were all accounted for. Then as the fire trucks rolled up with sirens screaming, we watched smoke billow out of the cafeteria. Within minutes the smoke stopped and it was all over. We weren't allowed to mill around and fraternize with other classes and had to just stand out there for what seemed a long time. The principal came out with her bullhorn, praised us for our conduct and briefly told us what happened, which was already pretty evident; namely that there had been a fire in the cafeteria and thankfully no one had gotten hurt. Then she told us that that the firemen needed to inspect the entire school before we could return to class and she dismissed us for the day. Everyone cheered about that!
Of course we couldn't go back into the building to retrieve our stuff, which was okay, for that meant no homework. Soon the school buses began arriving.
Mary Lou and I quickly made plans to get together at her house, then Janie wanted us all to come to her house (boring!). Mary Lou quickly made up an excuse and I told everyone that I needed to go home first and check in with my mom, which was true. Once Mama heard about the fire at school and if I hadn't checked in, I knew she would be in a panic. So I walked part ways with Janie to my house.
Mama wasn't anywhere to be found in the house, even though her car was in the driveway. Reasoning that she was off shopping with Aunt Bess, I quickly wrote her a note, explaining that I was going to the park to meet up with friends from school. That way she wouldn't be worried nor come looking for me.
Just as I was about to slip out of the house and head to Mary Lou's, I had a better idea. I'd go see Mr. Jesse! Just the thought of him and his big ole dick made my pussy start to tingling. Then after he had his way with me and was done for the day, I'd go to Mary Lou's and see what was up with her brother, Peter. It was a win-win plan as far as I was concerned, as I'd get my pussy licked too once Pete lost interest.
Knowing Mr. Jesse's penchant for taking and keeping trophies, I ran up stairs and lost my bra and panties, then slipped into a pair of gym shorts and t-shirt. Dressed to get undressed quickly, I slipped on some flip flops and headed for my favorite dirty old man's lair.
At his backdoor, I could hear some noises coming from inside. I knocked, but no one answered, so I tried the door. It was unlocked! I slipped into the kitchen. I heard sounds coming from the living room, a curious buzzing/clacking sound and muffled voices saying the dirtiest, most profane things imaginable. From the sounds alone, I figured that he was in there watching one of his dirty movies, flogging his cock. Quickly I stripped naked, as required by his house rules, and ventured into the living room.
I was stopped dead in my tracks when I saw that he wasn't watching a movie, but making one! But I hardly noticed the video cameras with their red record lights on, for the spectacle he and his "guest" were making was just simply unbelievable. He had a tail, an orange stripped cat's tail coming out his ass and he was wearing orange cat ears!
The woman had a black mask on, and she too was wearing a black cat ears and had a black cat's tail coming out her ass. In addition she was wearing black fishnet stockings, black high heel shoes, and a black leather harness that lifted and bulged out her big bouncing tits. That was unbelievable enough, but she was bouncing up and down on what looked like a vibrating saddle while she sucked Mr. Jesse's big ole cock, and attached to the saddle was a big rubber cock that she was fucking herself with. The speed of the vibrating saddle was evidently controlled by Mr. Jesse with a foot pedal, for as he pressed his foot down, the vibrating and side-to-side motion increased and when he took his foot off, the vibrations decreased.
He saw me, grinned and waved, and as he waved, he pulled on a chain that was attached to the woman's tits, making her go even crazier than she already appeared to be.
She too saw me and didn't stop. But a few moments later she did stop. She pulled her mouth off his dick and bolted up. As she stood the rubber cock, freed from her pussy, bounced about wildly. She made a shrieking sound, then more coherently she began screaming at me, "What are you doing here! Oh, my god! What are you doing here!"
Then she began beating on Mr. Jesse screaming, "What is she doing here, you bastard! Why is she here naked? Oh, my god! Oh, my god!"
"Easy, woman," he said. "She comes here all the time."
"You old bastard! She's just a baby!"
That's when I recognized the voice.
"MAMA!" I gasped and Mama went berserk!
"Just wait until your father hears about this!" she screamed at me before attacking poor Mr. Jesse once again.
I ran into the kitchen, grabbed my clothes and ran out the back door naked. While I scrambled to put on my clothes, I could hear Mama raging inside and Mr. Jesse telling her, "Stop it, Clare! Stop it! I don't do anything she doesn't want to do! She just comes over and... Stop it, damn it! Stop it!"
Dressed, I ran out into the street and started to run for Mary Lou's. Oooo, I was in so much trouble! Now Mama was going to hate me. And when she tells, Daddy... I stopped, realizing that Daddy would probably just laugh. Then again, maybe he wouldn't laugh. I could claim that I was at school, I reasoned, but once he heard about the fire, I'd be in even more trouble for lying to him. I could claim that I just dropped by so Mr. Jesse could return a library book for me. 'Yeah, that might work!'
I wasn't running anymore because I really don't like running and getting all sweaty. As I walked, I thought not so much about what Daddy was going to do once Mama told him I was at naked at Mr. Jesse's and thought more about what my mama was doing there. The images of Mama bouncing up and down on that rubber dick while sucking Mr. Jesse's dick filled my head. Thinking back on it, it was pretty obvious what she was doing, but at that time, it was just inconceivable. Inconceivable even though I'd just seen it with my own eyes. Inconceivable and just plain weird. What's was with the cat ears and cat tails? I really needed to talk to Mary Lou about it and make some sense of it.
Suddenly a car pulls up to the curb next to me. "Hi, ya, Bonnie!"
I turned and saw Bob leaning out the open window of his beat up car. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be in school?" he asked with that killer grin of his.
"There was a fire in the cafeteria and they sent us home," I told him.
"What are you doing?" I then asked, "Aren't you supposed to be in school?"
"It's finals week for us seniors," he explained. "I just took one and I'm off the rest of the day.
"Say, are you hungry? I'm going over to Bingo's and grab a hamburger. Want to come along?"
I hadn't had lunch yet and was getting very hungry. "Uh, I don't have any money," I replied.
"That's okay. I'll buy you a burger. Hop in."
Suddenly my day looked a whole lot brighter. I hadn't seen Bob in months. Once we had eaten, I knew that he would take me to Lover's Leap and we'd do what we had done before at Lover's Leap. Yes, my day looked a lot brighter.
We pulled into Bingo's and parked. This was an ancient drive-in joint out on the bypass that had been there in since before my mama and my daddy had been born. It was rundown looking, but it also had mythical institution status. I'd been there several times with my mom and dad. We only came here when mama had a craving for Bingo's onion rings and chocolate malts.
You pulled in, parked and turned your headlights on. A guy or girl would come out, take your order and you'd turn your headlights off. After a bit, they'd bring your food out on a tray that hung on the driver's open window and you'd eat. When you were finished, you'd turn your headlights back on and someone would come out and take the tray and trash away. Then you'd be on your way. It was a very popular spot with the high school crowd, but not so much with adults.
"You want a burger and fries?" Bob asked me.
"Umm, instead of French fries, can we get an order of fried onion rings?" I asked.
"Umm, I'm a bit short on cash," he mumbled as he began searching for extra quarters and such.
"I know," he said counting out his money. "How about if we share a chocolate malt?" A single chocolate malt was cheaper than two Cokes. That was fine by me, I loved Bingo's chocolate malts almost as much as I loved their onion rings.
"And how about if we spilt a giant burger instead of ordering two regular burgers?"
"Sure. That'd be okay with me," I replied.
A girl came out and Bob greeted her by name. He placed his order and she was gone.
Bob tried to make small talk while we waited, but he wasn't very good at it. Instead I talked and I talked and I talked. Bob was real good at listening. Never once did he ask about Mary Lou, but he did mention Kenny, her cousin. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Mary Lou knew Bob through Kenny, as they both went to same high school. And it didn't take me long to figure out that he didn't remember meeting me through Mary Lou.
The food came as ordered, with the giant burger cut in half. Maybe I was just hungry, but that burger seemed to taste better than the burgers at McDonalds or at Sonic. And the onion rings... there was no comparison, nor could you compare their chocolate malts to the milk shakes you got elsewhere.
We finished up and Bob turned on his lights. When the girl came out, he apologized for not leaving her a tip, and promised to make up for it. She leaned down, looked in at me and frowned, but didn't make an issue of it. Apparently they were old friends.
As we drove off, he surprised me by suggesting, "Let's go to my house and listen to some music. Dad's at work and... uh... we can talk. How about it?" Fine by me as I knew we'd be much more comfortable "talking" at his house than in the back seat of his car out at Lover's Leap.
"What about your mom?" I asked before agreeing.
"What about her? She's gone. Been gone for years now."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said thinking that she he died.
"I'm not," he replied. "She ran off with a friend of Dad's. We don't talk about her."
"Oh, okay." What else could I say? I knew I had just stepped into it by mentioning his mother. Thankfully, he didn't seem upset.
We drove over to the other side of town, you know, that section of town that's on the other side of the railroad tracks. That side were "nice" people didn't live. We drove down a pot hole infested street, passing a series of small houses that all looked the same, rectangular and wood sided, with a tiny porch covering for their front door. Each house was identical to next except one was painted a bright blue and another was painted a soft yellow; the rest were all white. Most looked to be in various states of disrepair. Several had old cars or trucks up on blocks sitting in the front yards. Other than an occasional big tree, few had any landscaping to speak of. It was nothing like the part of town I and my friends lived in.
He pulled around the block and entered an unpaved alleyway that was even more rutted than the street, if that was possible. The backside of the houses looked even worse than the fronts, with old appliances strewn about and more derelict vehicles up on blocks. He pulled into a relatively neat back yard. There was a carport of sorts with a small fishing boat parked in it, but at least the grass was cut and there wasn't junk strewn about.
He parked and we entered through the back door. Inside, it was messy. The sink was piled high with dirty pots and pans. The garbage bin was overflowing. There was stuff everywhere... clothes and magazines mostly, magazines featuring naked girls. Playboy and Hustler, I was familiar with as Uncle Joe had an extensive collection of them, all addressed to my daddy. But there were a few I wasn't familiar with, "Juggs" and another trashy magazine called "Skanks," both featuring heavily made up women with enormous tits, tits sometimes so big as to be grotesque. And one called "Sun Life" featuring naked people of all sexes, sizes and ages, whole families running about naked outside at a park of some sort.
It was hot inside and Bob stripped off his shirt as soon as we walked in. He flicked on the whole house fan and immediately a cool breeze was blowing throughout the house. The living room was in the middle with both the front door and back door leading into it. To one side was the kitchen with an eating area. On the other side were the two small bedrooms and the single bathroom. The way the house was laid out, the front could have just as easily been the back and back the front.
Bob cleared some space in the living room so we could sit down and moved the overloaded coffee table to one side. He then put on the radio, tuning it to the same FM oldies station out of Bradston that my mama listened to.
He asked me to dance and we danced. Soon my mama's all time favorite song came on, "You've Lost That Love and Feeling," by the Righteous Brothers. It was a sad, sad song, but Mama loved it. Musically, I loved it too. It was a great song to dance to and I melted into Bob's bare chest as we moved about. He ran his hand up under the back of my t-shirt.
"No bra," he whispered in my ear. "I like that. Like it a lot."
His hand moved down and under the elastic of my loose fitting gym shorts and directly onto my bare ass cheeks.
"And no panties either," he whispered while gently massaging my cheeks.
Soon he was pulling the t-shirt over my head and tossed it into a corner. Next he pushed my gym shorts down off my hips. A moment later I was stepping out of them and he tossed them into another untidy corner of the room. As I had left my flip flops at the door when I came in, he had me naked and alone with him, not that I minded.
He was barefoot too and only had to shed his jeans and briefs and we were dressed for an afternoon of fun. And did we have fun. The same kind of fun I wanted to have with Mr. Jesse, not that I was thinking of Mr. Jesse at that moment.
Soon he had me down on the carpeted floor and was banging my brains out. Did I mention that the carpet hadn't been vacuumed in weeks?
He shot off fairly quickly in my pussy, but I knew from previous experience that Bob, being eighteen, could get it up at will. All I had to do was suck on him for a minute or two and he'd be back to running his renewed erection into me for a much longer second fuck.
So I'm on my hands and knees between his spread legs sucking him when my eyes caught sight of a movement. I looked up and there at the open back door stood a large swarthy man dressed in overalls. Startled I sat up.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt," the man said in a deep voice as his eyes roamed over my nudity.
"Dad! What are you doing home?" asked Bob looking back over his head at his dad.
"Uh, some worthless son of a bitch stole my fucking sack lunch!" the man declared not taking his leering eyes off me.
Me? I just sat there and let him look all he wanted, as I was by then used to men seeing me naked. I had the fleeting thought that Bob wasn't the only one who was going to fuck me in the very near future. That thought should have been alarming, but I only wondered if he was as big or bigger than Bob.
"Excuse me," Bob's dad said. "Didn't mean to interrupt your fun, kids. Just need to grab something to eat and I'll be on my way." With that he closed the door behind him, stepped around us and went into the kitchen.
"Bob! Did you eat all the baloney?" he asked from the kitchen.
"No, Dad. There should be plenty.
"Oh, yeah, here it is," I heard.
That was followed momentarily by "Oh, fuck! What in hell is this? Shit! That's disgusting." Then there was silence.
A minute or so later, he came out of the kitchen with some baloney stuck between two slices of bread. He looked at us, or rather looked at me and taking a bite asked Bob, "Son, ain't you supposed to be in school?"
Bob replied, "Remember? It's finals week for seniors. I took two exams this morning. I'm off until tomorrow."
"Oh, yeah," his dad replied before taking another bite out his sandwich.
"And what's your name, darling?" Bob's dad asked me without spitting out parts of his sandwich.
"Bonnie," Bob answered for me. I should have corrected him, but I'd already let it side today and now wasn't the time to get my name straightened out.
"And how old are you, Bonnie?" the man asked while chewing his food.
"She's old enough," Bob answered once again.
"Yeah, I suppose she is," his father commented after swallowing.
"You're on the pill, ain't ya, Bonnie?"
This time I answered for myself. I didn't think it wise to state that I hadn't started my periods yet, so I fibbed just a little and answered, "Of course I am."
"Bob's worthless mother said that to me once, the lying bitch. Not that I mind raising a son as good as Bob has turned out to be. Makes a man proud," he said adjusting his cock for emphasis.
He looked away and presumably at a clock for he then said, "Fuck! I'm running late! Gotta go! You two have fun," and then he was out the door.
Alone again Bob laughed, "My old man will be telling everyone at the plant who will listen all about you! Half of them won't believe a word. The other half will be wishing it was them and not him getting an eyeful, and you not even blushing. You're not particularly shy, are you?"
"I was just surprised, that's all," I claimed.
"Well, with all this interruption, my dick's gone soft." I leaned back down and took care of it.
We had a great time that afternoon. We'd fuck and I'd get him up again and we'd fuck again and I'd get him up again. We took a few breaks now and then, but for nearly five hours, we fucked and we fucked and we fucked. My only complaint was that he wouldn't go down on me, as he was squeamish about his own cum. Imagine that! My Daddy and Uncle Joe, not to mention Mr. Jesse or Mr. Mack, would have been sucking on my pussy almost as much as I sucked on their dicks. But Bob was squeamish about doing that. Mary Lou said that a lot of guys are like that, her brother and cousin being the exceptions. Still, with Bob's big dick and his staying power, he got me off time and time again with his dick. It was a wonderful afternoon and I had the carpet burns to prove it!
Around five PM Bob took me home. I wanted to stay, but he insisted that it'd be best if I was gone when his dad came home.
"Where have you been?" my mother asked as soon as I walked in the door. "I've been worried sick about you."
I hadn't answered before she wrinkled her nose at me and declared, "You'd better go get a bath. You stink of sex."
She then added, "When you're clean, come back down and give me hand with supper." There were no questions and thankfully, no yelling.
I got my bath and changed into clean shorts and clean t-shirt. When I got back downstairs and was setting the table Mama asked, "How long have you been carrying on with Jesse Burrows?"
My first instinct was to say I hadn't been carrying on with the old guy, my second instinct was ask her how long she'd been carrying on with him, but I didn't do or say either.
"I dunno," I replied.
"Don't give me that, Bunny. How long? And be truthful."
"Well, um, last fall. Before he went to Florida."
"Last Fall! Oh, my god...
"He tricked you, didn't he?"
"No, Mama, he didn't. He's very nice, you know."
"Yes, he is very nice. It's part of his act to seduce young girls."
"He's never hurt me," I said. "And he treats me like I'm special."
"Oh, you're special to him alright. But don't think for a minute that you're the only young girl he's had spreading their legs for him. Believe me, there have been plenty of naive girls who fell for his line of bull before you."
"You and him," I said. "You're old friends, aren't you? Are you one of those naive girls who fell for his line of bull?" I asked indelicately.
"Are you sure you're not older than you look?" Mama said with a slight twist of her lips.
She then added, "Never mind about me. It's you I'm worried about."
"I'm okay, Mama."
"I just worry that you're experiencing life a little too young to handle it."
Right about then, Daddy drove up the driveway. He was early! "We'll talk more about this later," Mama said ending our discussion. I was relieved big time that she wasn't angry with me.
Daddy was in a foul mood when he came in. Seems his man, Jose, was digging out the basement of that new house Daddy was building for Uncle Sid and the backhoe broke down. He and Jose, both tried to fix it to no avail and he had to call in some professional help. Help that was slow in coming. Help that declared that he needed to get a part for the backhoe and Daddy wasn't happy about the cost, nor the delay, even though the mechanic told him he'd pick up the part first thing tomorrow in Bradston and have him back in business by noon tomorrow. In Daddy's business, like all businesses, time was money and losing time was losing money.
Instead of beer, Daddy hit the bourbon, something he usually did only with Uncle Blake. I wanted to comfort him and take his mind off his problem, but with Mama right there, that wasn't such a good idea.
"Supper is ready, Hank," my mother called out to him when he was on his second drink.
"I'm not hungry," he growled in misery.
"Don't be silly. Now come and eat and you'll feel much better."
Well, we ate, but Daddy was mostly silent even though Mama kept up a steady chatter.
With supper done, I took care of the dishes, while Mama took care of Daddy. She lured him into their bedroom and that's the last I saw of them for awhile. An hour later I retired upstairs and got ready for bed.
I was almost asleep when Daddy barged into my bedroom in just his boxer shorts.
"You little whore!" he snarled as he stripped off the covers revealing that I'd gone to bed nude. "Your mother tells me that you've been fucking old man Burrows since before Halloween last year!"
Next thing I knew and I was over his lap.
"This is definitely going to hurt you more than it hurts me," he said truthfully for the first time.
POW! POW! POW! I hollered and he slapped my bare butt once again. POW! POW! POW! I was crying by then and the blows landed on my burning ass again. POW! POW! POW!
He stopped spanking me and began rubbing my burning hot butt. "Shhhhh," he whispered, "but I had to make it realistic. Shhhh, and I'll fuck you in a moment, but stop the crying or your mother will come up here to make sure you're okay." By the time he finished saying that, his hand was up between my legs and in my pussy.
"Damn, you're really wet. You like being spanked, don't you? Well, I like spanking you, Pumpkin. Spanking you for being a whore, a whore just like your mother. You know, she's been fucking that old bastard, Jesse Burrows, since before I ever first fucked her. Fucking him even before Blake was fucking her. And now you're fucking him."
He dumped me off his lap and onto my bed. He yanked at his boxers and they flew open and then fell to the floor. Grasping my legs, he spread me open holding my legs high as he climbed into the slot. With ease he sank to his balls into my wet well used pussy.
He pumped a few times and then I heard Mama cry out, "No, Hank! Stop! Stop, Hank! She's just a baby!"
"She's a whore, just like you, Clare," Daddy growled at her. "And let me tell you, she been fucking more than just Coach Jesse. She loves fucking and she loves sucking cocks, just like you do."
"She's just a baby," Mama repeated as she tried to pulled him off of me.
"You stay out of this, Clare," Daddy told her slapping at her hand, "unless you want to get naked and eat some pussy!"
Well, Mama lost that argument and Daddy, having unloaded his balls so recently in Mama, fucked me for a long time. He slept with me too for a while, woke up and fucked me again in the middle of the night. Then he got up and went back downstairs to sleep with Mama.
In the morning, you'd never know that anything of importance had happen the night before. No one mentioned Daddy fucking me and no one mentioned Mr. Jesse. It was a very calm breakfast, much like any other weekday breakfast. Daddy then went to work, Mama cleaned the kitchen while I got ready for school. And like every morning, she kissed me goodbye and told me she loved me before I walked to school.
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