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   Jumping Through Hoops

   by sourdough

   ------ Synopsis: A mother bursts in on her son and his girlfriend.  Bad
move.
Codes: MF Mf non-con reluc Blkm hypno inc mother son bro sis les het
Fdom preg

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   Chapter 1

   Lucinda Wyatt was glad to be home early.  The extra hours she'd put in
at work had paid off and she was able to start an early weekend.  She
noticed her son's car was in the driveway.  It was summer and Barry was
kicking back before starting his sophomore year at the local college.  He
must not have gone to the beach like he planned thought Lucinda.

   He wasn't in the living room or the kitchen so he must be in his
bedroom. Lucinda was about to knock on Barry's door she heard a squeal of
feminine laughter on the other side of the door.  My god!  He has a girl in
there with him.  Throwing open the door without knocking she saw a
completely naked girl straddling her equally naked son.

   "What do you two think you're doing," bellowed Lucinda.

   Barry looked startled but the girl only appeared annoyed.

   "I think we're fucking.  What does it look like to you?"

   "Get up and get out of here this instant!"

   "Wait!  Wait!" the girl yelled as she sped up her rhythm.  "Shit!  You
made him lose his boner.  And I was almost there." The girl cried in
frustration.  "Fucking bitch!"

   Lucinda was startled.  She wasn't accustomed to being spoken to in that
manner and certainly not in her own home.  She'd certainly talk to Barry
later about his choice of companions.

   "Get dressed and leave.  I want you out of here now!"

   "Maybe you should go now, Karen.  I'll call you later," said Barry.

   "I'm not going anywhere," snapped Karen.  Karen got off the bed and
strode up to Lucinda.  The girl was shorter than the older woman with a
slim, boyish but athletic build and small breasts.  Lucinda tended toward
the Rubenesque.  She was overweight but not obese with a body that men
called voluptuous.  The woman always did have a weight problem and her
large breasts always attracted the most attention, which was a cause of
considerable embarrassment at times for Lucinda.

   Lucinda stepped back as Karen approached.  Despite the height and weight
advantage Lucinda started to feel a bit intimidated by the naked teenager.

   "Why don't you get the fuck out of here and leave us in peace?"

   "How dare you speak to me in that manner!  This happens to be my house
and you are here without my permission.  You are a trespasser."

   "Well this happens to be Barry's room and I'm here with his permission.
You're the trespasser."

   "This is my last warning, young lady.  I'm going to the telephone right
now and calling the police.  If you're not out of here by the time the
police arrive you will be arrested."

   Karen walked around Lucinda and blocked the door.

   "Get out of my way," Lucinda demanded.

   "Fuck off!"

   Lucinda gaped and then turned around to look at her son.  He was just
sitting there looking like an interested observer.  Why wasn't Barry
helping his mother to rid of this monster?  There would be hell to pay for
his disloyalty.  For the first time Lucinda began to have doubts about her
personal safety.  Until this girl could be gotten rid of it would pay for
Lucinda not to escalate the confrontation.  Perhaps she should apologize
and then call-

   "You sure have big tits.  Are they real?"

   "What!  What did you say?" Lucinda couldn't believe her ears.

   "Are you fucking deaf?  I asked...  Never mind!" Karen reached out and
grabbed Lucinda's breasts.  "Yeah, they sure feel real.  You're not taking
Bovine Growth Hormone, are you?"

   "No!  Please don't touch me.  Look, I'm sorry I disturbed you.  I want
to go now."

   "You're not going anywhere until we're through talking.  Let's take a
look at your tits."

   "Oh no!  Please don't!  Barry!  Help me!" Lucinda wanted to fight Karen
but now she was too afraid.  She watched in amazement as her blouse buttons
popped off and her bra exposed by the teenage lunatic.  Barry finally got
up and walked over but it was just to take a closer look at the action.

   "She's quite a cow, isn't she," Karen said as Lucinda's blouse was
slipped off.

   "No, she's beautiful.  You're beautiful, Mom."

   Lucinda was surprised to hear praise from her son.  She noticed that
Karen acted surprised also.  Lucinda was grateful that Barry wasn't adding
to her humiliation even if he wasn't doing anything to prevent it.  She
should have been paying more attention to Karen.  By the time Lucinda
realized her breasts had lost their support it was too late and her bra was
snatched away.  Lucinda crossed her arms over her breasts in an effort to
hide them.  She did a poor job.

   "Look at those udders," laughed Karen.  "I bet you never went hungry
when you were sucking on them."

   "I guess not." Barry started chuckling.

   "Stop it!" Linda yelled trying to reassert her authority.

   "I'm sorry, Mom," said Barry.  "I always knew you were good looking.  I
just didn't realize you were so sexy too."

   "I guess he really does think you're sexy," Karen commented.  "Look at
his prick."

   The humiliated mother looked down.  Barry's prick was slowly becoming
erect.  I'm sexually exciting my own son Lucinda thought with horror. 
She'd forgotten about Barry being naked.

   "Let me leave, Barry.  Please!"

   Barry ignored his mother's pleading and embraced his mother.

   "Gosh, Mom.  This is kind of a fantasy come true." Lucinda was helpless
to resist.  What was normally an affectionate embrace between mother and
son became sexually charged.  The distraught mother tried hard not to react
when her son's erect prick prodded her belly as Barry hugged his mother to
him.  Karen took that opportunity to come behind Lucinda and yank down the
older woman's slacks and taking the panties down with them.  Lucinda gasped
as her son's prick caressed her pubes.

   "Oh, jeeze!  I almost came right there," said Barry.

   "No, don't!  Let go of me!  This isn't right, son.  I don't want this."
Lucinda was close to tears.

   "Don't believe her, Barry.  She's sopping wet down here." A gasp and
squeal from Lucinda let Barry know that Karen was groping his mother. 
Lucinda wanted to kick Karen but her pants being down around her ankles
prevented her from moving.

   "Barry, I'm feeling faint." Lucinda allowed her weight to rest on her
son more and more.  Barry quickly half carried and half dragged his mother
to the bed and laid her down on the mattress.  As her legs rested on the
bed Karen took the opportunity to pull off the rest of Lucinda's clothing.

   "Are you feeling better now?" At least Barry was acting concerned.

   "I'll be all right in a minute.  Let me cover myself," Lucinda begged.

   "To hell with that, Barry.  Fuck the bitch.  She wants you." Karen was
intent on urging Barry on.

   "Is that true, Mom?  Do you want me?  Can I really make love to you?"
Lucinda looked into the handsome face of the young man only inches from
hers.  If only he weren't my son thought the distraught woman.  It had been
so long since she'd been to bed with a man.  Lucinda had long since given
up on finding a replacement for her husband, Barry's father.  Most men she
attracted were of the type that thought big tits meant an easy lay.  She'd
give anything to meet a loving man who was as handsome as her son.

   "Send that awful creature away.  I beg you."

   Barry looked up at Karen and nodded.

   "Fine," said Karen to Barry's unspoken request.  "I'm not going to
interfere in any mother-son bonding." She picked up her clothing, walked to
the door and opened it.

   "Pleased to have met you Mrs.  Wyatt." Karen curtseyed and then slammed
the door on her way out.

   Thank god that beast is out of here Lucinda thought with relief.  Now I
can talk some sense into Barry.  Lucinda's relief was short-lived.  Before
she could draw another breath Barry was crawling between her legs and
pinning his mother to the mattress.  Before his mother could utter a word
of protest the teenager's prick was lodged in the woman's cunt and was
starting to move inside her creating a delicious friction for both of them.

   Lucinda pushed at her son's shoulders but couldn't budge him.  Feelings
of shame and helplessness swept through her being.  She didn't say a word.
What was there to say?  She had barged into her son's room with the
righteousness of an avenging angel and confronted her naked son and his
equally naked girl friend.  Any rational person would have turned tail and
run for their lives.  But this Karen person, with Barry's tacit consent,
had turned the tables on Lucinda.

   The teenager had stripped the older woman of her clothing and her
dignity in a matter of minutes.  Lucinda had felt helpless to resist.  Now
she was as naked as the two youngsters she'd confronted earlier.  Worse
still, Lucinda was on her back being mated to her own son.  Waves of lust
now competed with her feelings of shame and guilt.  Did Lucinda
unconsciously cooperate in her own seduction?  No one had made any overt
threats of mental or physical harm.  But Karen had spotted a vulnerability
in Lucinda that made her a pushover.

   Lucinda decided that Barry was not at fault.  He was somehow under the
spell of that young witch.  Lucinda herself fell to Karen's spell also. 
Oh, Barry was being such a considerate lover Lucinda thought.  His father
would have finished much earlier than this already.  Yet, her son was still
going strong.  Unbidden she wrapped her arms and legs around Barry's body
and raised her head.

   "Kiss me, please," Lucinda begged.

   Barry stopped his thrusting long enough to bring his lips down on his
mother's and gave her a soul-stirring kiss.  Lucinda felt love with that
kiss and was already forgetting the circumstances bringing them together.
She was no longer a matron approaching middle age but a young woman giving
herself to the man she loved.

   "Oh!" Lucinda cried as she felt her first orgasm followed quickly by
another and then still another.  Her cunt muscles began squeezing Barry's
prick.  The sensations prompted Barry to his own crisis.  Lucinda felt her
son's prick begin to swell but didn't try to stop him from spilling his
incestuous seed into her fertile womb.  She was his to do with as he
pleased.  Trying to control Barry now would have driven both of them mad.
The well-fucked woman closed her eyes as she felt the young man's seed
being injected into her reproductive system.

   Barry lied down beside his mother to catch his breath.  That must have
been the best fuck he had yet in his young life he thought.  Probably the
sheer kinkyness of it all was what sent him over the edge.  Lucinda, for
her part, was still in shock.  She saw her son's bathrobe lying on a chair
a few feet away.  She got up to retrieve it and came face to face with her
own image in the dresser mirror.  What she saw was not a woman satisfied
but the image of a fat, aging hag so desperate for love and so sex-starved
that she seduced her own son.  The tears Lucinda had been holding back
began to flow and she fell back on the bed sobbing her heart out.

   "How you must hate me."

   "Don't cry, Mom.  I don't hate you." Barry was doing his best to console
his mom.  He felt bad about Lucinda feeling bad but he didn't have any
guilt about himself.  Barry's philosophy of life was to not worry much
about anything.  Most people would have called it a passive existence but
it allowed the young man to get along with practically anyone.

   "How can you say that?  I let that girl humiliate me and then let you
use me."

   "You didn't let us.  We ganged up on you pretty good."

   "But why?"

   "Well, I still can't figure out how Karen got you undressed but it was
kind of cool seeing you brought down some."

   "Am I such a harridan that you would enjoy seeing me humiliated?"

   "If that means you're a total bitch then yeah.  I bet Amy and Dad would
agree with me," said Barry with total conviction.  "You know that's why Dad
left you."

   Lucinda flinched when Barry mentioned his dad and his sister Amy.  She
did not like to think that she shared any blame in the breakup of her
marriage.  Lucinda was also glad that her daughter wasn't there to witness
her humiliation.  Amy was visiting her dad for part of the summer break.

   "I'm 19 years old, Mom," Barry added.  "And you still try to treat me
like a child.  I mean, you didn't have any right to bull your way into my
room."

   "I'm sorry," said Lucinda and she meant it.  "I'll try to change."

   "That would be great," Barry said enthusiastically.

   "Just do me one favor."

   "What's that, Mom?"

   "Never invite that girl back to this house again."

   "I don't think that'll be a problem.  You didn't exactly make her feel
welcome and she'll probably never speak to me again."

   "That's fine with me."

   Barry leaned over and kissed his mother on the lips.  The kiss lingered
and Lucinda began to get nervous again.  They were still naked in each
other's presence.  She shivered as her son's hand caressed her hip.

   "No, Barry.  This can never happen again.  It shouldn't have happened in
the first place."

   "Why not, Mom?  We both enjoyed it.  No one will get hurt." Lucinda
fended off her son's wandering hand.

   "Please try to understand me," Lucinda begged.  "I'll never be able to
live with myself if I allowed this to continue.  You're so young and
handsome and hard to resist.  I'd be lying to you if I claimed I wasn't
attracted to you.  But I'm your mother.  All of society condemns incestuous
behavior.  Please help me by not tempting me to continue.  You have your
whole future in front of you with lots of pretty women to comfort you. 
I've learned my lesson.  I won't interfere with you again."

   "Thanks, Mom.  I appreciate it.  But if you ever change your mind just
let me know." This time the kiss was a chaste one on the cheek.  Barry
helped his mom up and draped his bathrobe over her shoulders.  Lucinda
picked up her clothes and retreated to her bedroom.

   Lucinda showered as soon as she could.  She still couldn't quite believe
she was washing away her own son's sperm that had leaked from her cunt and
caked on the inside of her thighs.  Lucinda vowed to forget that the
incident with her son and that horrible slut ever happened.  Or at least
she would never mention it.  It would be impossible to forget the way Barry
had made love to her.  Lucinda usually didn't care how she dressed after
she got home from work.  She made a point of dressing up and reapplying her
makeup.  Lucinda didn't want to be an embarrassment to Barry in front of
his friends.  Maybe I should get serious about dieting Lucinda thought.

   Lucinda made her way to the kitchen in a better mood than she'd felt in
a long time.  She didn't expect to see Barry and Karen sitting at the
kitchen table.  Barry looked unhappy and Karen was smirking.  There was a
video camera lying on the table.



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   Chapter 2

   "Take that camera away from her," Lucinda yelled.

   "I've already thought of that, Mom," said Barry.  "The tape that was in
it is gone."

   Lucinda glared at Karen.  She wasn't sure what the little bitch had seen
or if she had seen anything.  Still, she had still been in the house when
Lucinda and Barry had been making love so the worst had to be assumed.

   "What do you want?" Lucinda asked.  "We don't have much money so
blackmailing us is a waste of time."

   "Relax," said Karen.  "I'm not after any money.  I just need a place to
stay for a while.  I had a fight with my dad and he kicked me out of the
house."

   "I'm not surprised," Lucinda replied.  "We don't have any room."

   "Don't give me a line of shit, lady.  There's plenty of room in this
house.  Ten people could live here with no problem and there's only two
now."

   "Well, I guess you can use Amy's room until..."

   "Listen, Lucy," interrupted Karen.  "I'll make the room assignments
around here.  Oh, have I touched a nerve here?"

   Karen was watching Lucinda turn three shades of red.  Lucinda absolutely
hated being called Lucy.  She hated being called Lucy for as long as she
could remember.  Even as a child, no one got away with calling her Lucy. 
But now Lucinda was silent even as she seethed in anger.  Even easygoing
Barry flinched when he heard his mom being called by that hated nickname.

   "Just tell me what you want," Lucinda demanded.

   "Well, the only bed big enough for Barry and me is in the master bedroom
so we'll be using that one.  You can sleep anywhere you want otherwise."

   "That is out of the question," Lucinda declared.  "You've invaded my
home, violated my privacy, assaulted me and blackmailed me.  Now you want
to kick me out of my bedroom.  Do your worst, you vile bitch!  I'm not
moving!" A stand had to be taken.  There was no telling how far this girl
would push if Lucinda stood passively by.  If she only knew!

   "I don't think we have any choice but to cooperate, Mom," said Barry.

   "Oh, I don't know," said Karen.  "Maybe she wants those pictures emailed
to her bosses at the bank."

   Lucinda shuddered.  She was a loan officer at a major bank and would
certainly be fired at any hint of scandal.  Barry was right, of course. 
There was no choice but to cooperate.

   The defeated mother shrugged her shoulders and marched off to her
bedroom to clear it out.

   Lucinda looked at the clothing in her closet.  There was too much to
move to Barry's room.  That's where she decided to stay while Karen was a
"guest." It was mostly all too small or just out of style.  Most of it
would be put in boxes and carried out to the garage.  Lucinda certainly
didn't want that awful bitch handling her belongings.

   Barry helped his mother move her stuff into the garage and into his
room. Her son tried to apologize again for the fix they were in but Lucinda
smiled and shook her head.  Wasn't she as much at fault as Barry?

   Lucinda just hoped that Karen would be gone by the time her daughter was
due back home.  She decided to just lie low and not give that dreadful girl
any excuse to torment her again.

   There was a restless night ahead for the unfortunate woman and it was
not because she was spending the night in a strange bed.  Lucinda hadn't
changed the sheets on Barry's bed and she could detect the scent of her
son's sweat and cologne.  Guilt and embarrassment came with the realization
that she was being sexually aroused by these odors.  Lucinda longed to have
Barry lying with her at that very moment, learning to please him in any way
he wanted.

   Lucinda woke up late Saturday morning which was unusual for her.  Well,
she couldn't be blamed based on the previous day's events.  There were
dishes in the sink so Barry and that girl had already been up.  A little
bit of coffee was still in the brewer and she got herself a cup.  Lucinda
didn't think she'd much appetite after all that had happened but a growling
tummy forced her to concede she was hungry.  A bowl of cold cereal would
have to do.  The unfortunate lady had just poured milk on her cereal when
she heard a sound behind her.

   "Good morning," said Karen.  The teenager was standing in the doorway
with a warm smile on her face.  She was completely naked.  "Don't let me
stop you eating.  They might get soggy," she added.

   Lucinda felt butterflies in her stomach now.  "I think I just lost my
appetite," she responded.  "Where's Barry?"

   "I sent him on some errands.  He'll be gone for a while.  It gives us a
chance to be alone together and chat a bit."

   "I don't think we have anything to say to each other.  You made yourself
quite clear yesterday."

   "Well, there were some matters I wanted to discuss with you with Barry
gone but since you don't seem to care I'll wait until he gets back."

   Lucinda was immediately wary.  "What do you want to say?" It was best to
listen to this little bitch for now.  No harm could come of it.  The
situation had already gotten as worse as it possibly could.

   "I know you'd like to strangle me.  Right?" Karen sounded cheerful and
conversational as she began to stroll about the kitchen.  She seemed to be
showing off, proud of her body and her nudity.  There was no question about
Karen was attractive.  Her small breasts barely bounced as she moved her
trim, athletic body.  The teenager wore her dark brown hair short like a
pixie.

   "Nothing would give me greater pleasure," Lucinda said frankly.

   "I'm going to give you your chance.  Stand up."

   "What?" What was she talking about?  Lucinda was getting frightened. 
Karen was acting bizarre again.  It might be something that even Barry
wouldn't put up with but he wasn't around to protect his mother.  Despite
her misgivings Lucinda stood up.  She'd already experienced the teenager's
nasty temper and didn't want her to start up again.  Lucinda expected a bit
more humiliation but she thought she could handle it.

   "Good girl." Karen grabbed Lucinda's hands and placed them around her
own neck and said, "There you go.  Now's your chance to strangle me."

   Strangle her?  This girl wants to be strangled?  She's crazy, Lucinda
thought.  The woman wanted to yank her hands from Karen's neck.  This had
to be some kind of trick.  If Lucinda placed any kind of pressure on the
girl's throat Karen would attack Lucinda and kill or injure her and then
claim self defense.  Lucinda couldn't have been more frightened if it had
been Karen's fingers around her own throat.

   "I can't," Lucinda whimpered.

   "Why not?  You can be rid of me forever.  You said you wanted to get rid
of me.  Just start squeezing.  I promise I won't defend myself.  Do it, you
stupid bitch!"

   "I-I'm not a murderer," Lucinda protested.

   "Anyone can be a murderer given the right reason and circumstances, even
you," explained the teenager.  "Let me give you some reasons.  I've decided
to stay here permanently.  I'm going to take over your house and your son.
I'm going to reduce you to an obedient slave.  I'll make you my personal
maid."

   "No!" Lucinda cried.

   "Why not?" Karen asked.  "It would be easy, as easy as it was seducing
you yesterday.  Behind all that bluster you display you're just a meek
little slave looking for a mistress.

   I'm the mistress you're looking for, Lucy.  Just look at yourself, you
pathetic loser.  You couldn't defend yesterday and you can't defend
yourself now.  I'm giving you every advantage and you can't follow through.
Do you know why?"

   Lucinda shook her head slowly.  No, she didn't know why she couldn't
defend herself.  This young teenager had just announced that she was going
to take away everything that was near and dear to Lucinda and reduce her to
servitude.  Yet, the poor woman just stood there and listened.  The only
explanation that came to the woman's mind was that Karen was some kind of
witch.  Karen had cast some kind of spell and Lucinda was helpless to
resist whatever this witch desired.

   "You can't defend yourself because you're a slave, a slave at heart. 
Your subconscious mind yearns to have someone strong to take over your
meaningless life.  I'm that strong person, Lucy.  I'll give you a purpose
in life, a slave's purpose.  A slave's purpose is to serve her masters.  In
a few minutes, I'm going to say the words, 'You are a slave, Lucy' and then
it'll be too late to change anything.  I'll expect you to remove your
clothing, go down on your knees and acknowledge your slavery by saying, 'I
am a slave.' Do you understand what I'm saying?"

   "I didn't do anything to you," Lucinda protested.  "What have I done to
deserve this?"

   "Most slaves haven't done anything to deserve their slavery but they are
enslaved.  I'm enslaving you because I want to do it."

   "But Barry won't let you," Lucinda declared, holding out hope that it
was true.

   Karen laughed.  "I can handle Barry.  I already have him thoroughly
disgusted with your behavior.  He won't care what happens to you."

   Lucinda almost burst into tears.  She hadn't any doubt that Karen's
words were true.  The middle-aged matron was thoroughly disgusted with her
own behavior so it was logical that Barry was disgusted with her also.

   Karen placed her hands behind Lucinda's back and pulled her into an
embrace.  "Put your arms around me just like this."

   "I-I'm not a Lesbian," whispered Lucinda, already anticipating Karen's
next instruction but still obeying the young teenager.

   "It doesn't matter what a slave's preferences are.  It's only important
that she obeys.  You may kiss me," Karen said.

   Almost without thinking, Lucinda moved her head forward to kiss the
young girl as they embraced each other.  Karen knew that Barry's mother was
as good as hers from that moment.  It was almost too easy.  Well, better to
begin her training right away before doubts started to crowd Lucy's mind.
Karen broke the kiss and began to whisper in Lucy's ear.

   "Listen to me, Lucy.  I warned you about what would come if you didn't
defend your territory.  Now, it's too late to do anything about it.  I'm
taking over because you're weak and I'm strong.  You've never been happy
being free but I'm going to make you happy in your slavery.  You won't
believe me now but you'll believe it later.  Are you ready to hear the
words that will make you a happy woman?"

   Lucy slowly nodded her head.  It was as if she were mesmerized. 
Yesterday she was a productive if not happy career woman.  Less than 24
hours had elapsed and she was allowing this strange girl to take complete
control of her life.  She vaguely wondered what would happen to her family,
home and job.  Not that anything else mattered right now.  Lucy felt the
occasion was almost ceremonial.  Karen was going to utter the words of her
servitude and Lucy had to strip away her modesty, kneel before her mistress
and acknowledge her slavery.

   "You are a slave, Lucy," Karen declared.  The teenager watched in
satisfaction as the older woman stripped herself and knelt before her. 
"Say the words," she ordered.

   "I am a slave," said Lucy, not even hesitating.

   "Who is your mistress?"

   "You are, mistress," adding the title without being told to do so.

   Karen nodded in satisfaction.  "What is your name?"

   "Lucinda, mistress."

   "Wrong, slave.  Lucinda is a free woman's name.  Your name is Lucy. 
Now, what is your name?"

   "Lucy, mistress." Suddenly the slave started to cry.  Karen watched for
a while.

   "Don't cry, Lucy," Karen said kindly.  "I promise your life will be
better now."

   "I'm not crying because of that, mistress.  What if I had hurt you?"

   Karen smiled.  "I wasn't worried.  You couldn't have hurt your mistress.
You were my slave from the moment we met."



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   Chapter 3

   "What are you guys doing?" Barry was standing at the kitchen door
holding some bags of groceries.  The women were embracing each other and
both were naked.  Lucinda and Karen jumped away from each other when they
were surprised but Karen was laughing and Lucinda was acting dazed.

   "We were just playing girl games," said Karen.  "Weren't we Lucy?"

   "No," she said, shaking her head as if in complete disbelief.  "No,"
Lucinda repeated.  The distraught woman burst into tears and ran from the
kitchen completely disregarding her clothing still lying on the floor.

   Damn!  thought Karen.  The spell had been broken.  She'd have to start
mind-fucking Barry's mom all over again.  Well, it was easy this time and
it wouldn't be difficult the next time.  Karen was sorry she hadn't planned
a whole day alone with Lucy.  Then the old hag would have been under her
thumb permanently with nothing Barry or anyone else could do about it.  It
would be nice when Lucy was her personal pussy licker.  The young teen
loved to have her pussy licked but Barry didn't like to lick her pussy
beyond her first cum and that was pretty hard to hide from him.

   "I wish you'd leave her alone.  We had some fun yesterday but now things
are getting out of hand."

   "I'm sorry, baby," said Karen sincerely.  "But she was mean to me first.
Remember?"

   "Yeah, yeah," Barry said.  "I know that but you've more than gotten your
revenge and she is my mom, you know."

   "You know I love you, honey.  I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or your
mom.  You know that."

   "I don't know that," replied Barry.  "I wish you'd give me that tape. 
Then I'd know."

   "If I gave you that tape you'd probably just tell Lucy to make her feel
better, right?"

   "Well yeah, I think so," said Barry.  "She's feeling pretty bad right
now."

   "Then she'd kick me out, right?"

   "Yeah, I guess it's safe to say she'd kick you out pretty fast."

   "So, I'd better keep the tape hidden for now.  A girl needs security,
you know."

   "Look, Karen.  I don't want you trying anything with my mom when I'm not
around.  I'm not going to let you completely fuck her up, understand?"

   "I understand," Karen replied.  "If she leaves me alone, I'll leave her
alone."

   Barry sighed.  "Okay," he said finally.  He wondered how long Karen
would stick with that promise.  Probably not for very long, he thought. 
"I'd better go calm my mom down.  She looked pretty upset."

   Karen giggled.  "She's not so upset that a good fucking wouldn't take
care of it."

   "I don't think she wants that any more," said Barry.  Didn't his mother
say just yesterday that she didn't want anymore?  Not that Barry would
object if she changed her mind.  He began to suspect incest was a lot more
prevalent than he first believed.  Fucking relatives was hot stuff!  That
thought made him think of his sister Amy.  Amy had the same body type as
her mother and was already struggling with her weight but that didn't
bother Barry.  Would he try something with Amy?  Would she be willing? 
Jeez!  His thinking had really taken a sick turn since he met Karen.  Now
every thought about his mother and sister was sexually charged.

   "Trust me.  She does want it," Karen declared confidently.

   Barry shook his head in disbelief.  He'd better go find his mom before
Karen had him believing that line.  The young man picked up his mother's
night gown and robe and headed to Lucy's bedroom, rather his bedroom. 
Barry didn't think he could get used to sleeping in the master bedroom.  He
knocked on the door and entered.  The young man's mother was lying on the
bed crying.

   "Are you all right, Mom?" Lucy seemed startled when she heard her son's
voice but she didn't move to cover her still naked body.

   "Go away please, Barry.  I want to be alone.  I want to die." Darn!  He
hadn't seen his mom this depressed since the breakup with his dad.

   "Don't talk like that, Mom.  Everything's going to be all right.  I told
Karen to lay off.  She said she would." Barry sat down on the bed beside
his mother and started gently stroking her hair.

   "And you believe her?" Lucy shook her head.  "You don't have to be here.
I'm all right now and I don't want you to be uncomfortable with me."

   "Uncomfortable, Mom?  What do you mean?"

   "Karen says you're totally disgusted with me for what I've allowed to
happen.  It's something very easy for me to believe because that's what I
believed already."

   "More lies, Mom.  Don't believe Karen.  I've never been disgusted with
you and never will be.  I love you as much as ever."

   "I wish I could believe that," Lucy said dejectedly.

   "Well, believe this," Barry said and placed one of Lucy's hands over his
hardening prick.  He knew it was desperate but it was the only thing he
could think of to do besides spouting platitudes.  Lucy began stroking his
prick right away making it harder.  She finally started being interested in
him being there.  Karen was right thought Barry.  Mom does need another
fuck.

   "Oh, Barry.  I need it.  Please fuck me." She looked at her son with a
hopeful expression praying that she wouldn't be rejected.

   "Well, just lie back and spread your legs, lady 'cuz here I come," said
Barry smiling down at her.  Lucy was taken aback by the crude way Barry had
spoken to her but she was thrilled nonetheless.  The middle aged mother
could feel herself becoming wet as her very own son stripped off his
clothing.  She immediately obeyed Barry's instructions and lay back with
her legs spread.  He's treating me like a common slut he met on the street
thought Lucy and that made her even happier.  Barry didn't bother with any
foreplay or kissing and plunged his prick into her slobbering cunt. 
Instinctively the young man knew the right way to treat his distraught
mother.  This wasn't going to be a mercy fuck with someone you felt sorry
for.

   Lucy wouldn't have it any other way.  Hadn't she acted like a slut for
the last couple of days?  Then it was proper she should be treated like a
slut.

   "I love you, Barry," Lucy shouted as her first orgasm made her shudder
with ecstasy.

   "I love you too, Mom," Barry answered as he continued to pump his prick
inside his mother's hot wetness.  He enjoyed watching his mom's tits bounce
and jiggle with each thrust.

   Lucy wished she was young and pretty enough to steal Barry away from
that little bitch who had intruded into their lives.  Well, facts were
facts.  Lucy was pushing 40 and was overweight.  She knew Barry wouldn't
have given her a second glance if not for the kinky attraction of an
incestuous relationship.  These gloomy thoughts didn't prevent Lucy from
having another nice cum as her son finished squirting another dose of
virile sperm inside her womb.

   "I'm going to quit my job, Barry." Those were the first words Lucy spoke
after they had rested from their fuck.

   "What?  What are you talking about, Mom?"

   "It's the only way I know to deal with this situation.  That bitch is
blackmailing me by threatening to go to my employers with that video.  If I
quit my job the leverage she has will go away.  I'll sell the house and
move away to where no one knows me."

   "Jeez, Mom.  That's kind of a radical solution.  What exactly happened
when I was at the grocery store?"

   "That girl is a witch, son.  She had me agreeing that I should become
her slave.  I'm absolutely frightened of her.  Every time I've been in the
same room with her she's exerted some kind of weird influence over me, even
when you're there too." Lucy proceeded to give an outline of what happened
when he was out.

   "Gosh.  If I was you I would've gone ahead and strangled her."

   Lucy actually laughed.  "You think so?  Well, I wish I could have
switched places with you at that moment.  Do you think you would have been
able to carry out the deed?"

   "Hmmm, probably not.  Yeah, she makes me kind of crazy, too.  Sometimes
I think I'm in love with her, Mom.  Does that make sense?"

   "A lot more sense then the feelings of jealousy I'm experiencing just
now.  I wish I wasn't so much older than you and so overweight."

   "There's nothing we can do about our age difference, Mom but instead of
raggin' on your weight all the time, why don't you get back into shape?

   "I'm afraid I've never really been in shape," Lucy complained.  "I've
always had a weight problem." Lucy was feeling defensive now and not a
little embarrassed about talking about it with her son.  Why did she even
bring it up?

   "Sure you've been in shape before, Mom.  The kids in the neighborhood
used to call you Wonder Woman behind your back because your body was just
like hers.  I acted embarrassed when they called you that but I was
secretly proud that they all thought you had a sexy body with your big
tits."

   Lucy blushed deeply.  Her body being compared to Wonder Woman's body was
something she never could have imagined.  She wanted her son to be proud of
her again.  The matron was becoming conscious again of her nakedness in
front of her son.  It was something she shouldn't get used to.  "I suppose
I could try after we get resettled."

   "Bullshit, Mom," Barry declared.  "Karen's not running you out of town.
I won't allow it.  I'm not going to move anywhere and I don't think Amy
wants to either."

   "And what about Amy?" Lucy asked.  "She's due back in a little over a
week.  What if this thing with Karen isn't resolved by the time she
returns? I'm sure she'll try to embarrass me in front of Amy or worse, try
something with Amy."

   "I'll deal with Amy when she comes back and I'll work on Karen returning
that tape.  You just work on getting back in shape."

   Lucy wanted to argue more with her son but he was making sense.  Besides
that, she was proud of him wanting to take charge of important matters. 
She started to think that things couldn't get worse but then she remembered
the last time she thought that then things got worse.

   "Where are you going Lucy?"

   "Out for a walk," said Lucy.  She'd just dug out her sweats and walking
shoes determined to start on her fitness program right away.

   "Can I come with you?"

   "No!  I mean no thanks.  I prefer to walk alone.  Uh, didn't Barry tell
you to leave me alone?"

   "Well, yeah but I was just trying to be, you know, civil."

   "Thanks just the same.  I'd prefer to do my workouts alone."

   "Speaking of workouts, I was listening at the door a while ago.  Please
don't tire out Barry too much.  He needs to take care of me also."

   "Please leave me alone," Lucy whimpered.  "I'm begging you."

   "Call me mistress and I'll leave you alone-for now."

   "You're not my mistress," the poor woman insisted.  Here she goes again
despite what Barry told her thought Lucy.  Yet Lucy was reluctant to run to
Barry every time the young bitch harassed her.  That would drive him crazy
and make him reluctant to intervene if something more serious came up.  She
knew she have to learn to deal with Karen herself.

   "You know I am.  You admitted it yourself.  You'll admit it to me again,
even in front of your son." Karen moved closer to Lucy.  "C'mon.  Just
whisper it to me.  You know you want to.  No one else will hear.  Barry's
watching MTV.  What could be easier?  You can deny you ever said it.  Go
on. Say it.  Get it over with."

   Lucy could feel herself weakening.  What harm could it do?  Let the
little bitch play her game.  "M-mistress," she breathed, hating herself as
soon as it was spoken.

   "Slave," Karen whispered back and then giggled in triumph.

   Lucy rushed out the door as fast as she could walk.  Her face was beet
red with embarrassment.  Would this girl's efforts to humiliate Lucy never
end?  She swore she would get her revenge-somehow.



   ------

   Chapter 4

   Lucy was going to have to avoid Karen or go crazy.  But how was that
going to be possible when the teenage blackmailer was now living in Lucy's
home and had free run of the house?  Lucy felt like she was losing grip on
her sanity.  She was faced with so many situations that couldn't have been
imagined in her worst nightmares.  Now they were destined to be commonplace
until she was rid of that girl.  It was hard to believe that less than 24
hours had passed since she first set eyes on Karen.

   As Lucy came up the walk she noticed Barry's car was missing from its
usual spot in the driveway.  Good, they're gone for a while Lucy thought.
Maybe she could think clearer if she were alone for a while.

   "Did you enjoy your walk," Karen asked as Lucy stepped through the
doorway.  The woman didn't try to hide her disappointment that she wasn't
alone.  Worse yet, she had to deal with Karen again.

   "Where's Barry?"

   "Barry likes to hang out with his buddies on Saturday.  You should know
that.  Male bonding and all that, I suppose." Lucy did know that but she'd
been counting on Barry to protect her from Karen.

   "Do you know when he'll return?"

   "I told him to take the whole day off if he wanted.  My goodness!  We
don't want to wear out the poor boy with the sexual demands of two horny
girls.  Do we?" Lucy blushed deeply.  Yes, she was one of the two horny
girls making sexual demands of Barry, much to her shame.  If I were just a
horny girl I might have an excuse, Lucy thought, but I'm a mature woman and
Barry's mother.

   "I'm going to take a shower," Lucy said finally.

   "Oh, good," said Karen enthusiastically.  "Then we can do some more
female bonding."

   "Barry told you to leave me alone.  He made you promise." Lucy was
beginning to feel panicky again.  Barry wasn't home to provide some measure
of protection.

   "You really didn't expect me to keep that promise now did you," said
Karen with a girlish giggle.

   Lucy didn't think that needed answering.  She already knew Karen was a
deceitful bitch.  "I'm going to take my shower," Lucy repeated and started
to walk away.

   "Did I give you permission to leave?" Lucy stopped short and looked
incredulously at Karen.

   "I don't need your permission to do anything in my own house.  I ought
to..."

   "You ought to what, Lucy, start acting like the lady of the house?  You
gave up that title when you declared your servitude to me.  I'm the lady of
the house.  Get used to it!"

   "You're not the lady of the house.  I won't-Barry won't let you.  He
told you to leave me alone.  I'm going to tell him what you said." Lucy
felt near tears.

   Karen laughed.  "I'm going to tell him what you said," she mimicked. 
"You sound like a little girl.  You and I know that if we hadn't been
interrupted this morning I'd have you jumping through hoops by now.  Barry
won't be able to stop me.  He's a loveable guy and he doesn't like to play
rough.  He doesn't like unpleasantness or confrontations.  I'm just the
opposite as you can see.  The fact is I have Barry wrapped around my little
finger."

   Lucy was afraid Karen was right in her assessment of Barry.  She
couldn't have imagined that Barry would ever have allowed his girl friend
to treat his own mother in this way unless he was under Karen's influence.
It looked the more she resisted the more pressure Karen would apply.  As
long as that tape was hanging over them there wasn't much to be done.  If
Karen tried something really bad Barry would stop her.  At least that's
what Lucy hoped he would do.

   "May I go now," Lucy asked.

   "Yes, you may," Karen answered.  "Dress nicely.  I have someone I want
you to meet."

   Lucy cringed.  She didn't want to meet any of Karen's friends.  She
didn't even want to be seen in public with this strange girl.  "Are we
going someplace?"

   "No, she's coming here." Resigned to the inevitable, Lucy merely nodded
and continued upstairs.  She usually didn't dress up around the house but
rather than risk another fight with Karen, Lucy dressed as if she was
receiving a special guest.  Lucy was glad she did because a fashionably
dressed young woman was waiting with Karen.

   "Lucinda Wyatt, meet Beth Brown," said Karen providing the introduction.

   "A pleasure to meet you, Mrs.  Wyatt," said the woman.  She looked to be
in her early twenties, had long blonde hair and stood about five feet seven
inches in height.  Lucy murmured a pleasantry in return.  Despite her
initial good impression Lucy was highly suspicious of Beth because of her
apparent friendship with Karen.

   "Why don't you two sit down?  I'll get the tea," said Karen and left the
room.  For the first time Lucy noticed that Karen was trying to be halfway
polite.  Thank goodness she'd put some clothes on Lucy thought.  Lucy
wished she'd been told the purpose of Beth's visit.

   "What work do you do, Ms.  Brown?"

   "Please, call me Beth.  I'm still in school, actually.  I'm working in
two masters' degree programs, one in psychology and the other in marketing.
To put bread on the table I act as a personal trainer."

   Impressive, thought Lucy.  She wished Barry was attracted to Beth or
someone like her instead of some maniac like Karen.  Personal trainer, huh?
Does Karen think I need help to get back into shape?

   "Tea for two," Karen called and poured out the tea.  Lucy sipped at the
tea.  This is delicious she thought.  It was an herbal tea blend.  Normally
Lucy was a coffee drinker.  On impulse, she gulped down the entire cup, a
decision Lucy immediately regretted.  It didn't exactly make her look good
in front of Beth or even Karen.  Beth didn't seem to notice and Karen
poured Lucy another cup.  I'll just enjoy this cup thought Lucy.  It made
her feel so relaxed.  The apprehension she was feeling to meeting Beth was
slipping away.

   "Was this tea in the kitchen," asked Lucy.  "I'll have to ask Barry
where he got it."

   Karen nodded toward the guest.  "It's a gift from Beth," she said.

   "It is?  Thank you so very much, Beth.  Would you mind telling me where
I can purchase it?"

   "I'm so glad you like it, Mrs.  Wyatt.  It's my own secret blend so you
can't purchase it in any store but I'd be happy to send another package to
you when you run out.  I feel so relaxed with a cup or two after a
stressful day."

   "It's relaxing and delicious," Lucy affirmed.  "Call me Lucy, er
Lucinda. You could make a fortune selling this tea.  I'm a loan officer
with a bank.  I'm mainly in consumer loans but I have contacts with some
venture capitalists."

   "I'll definitely keep that in mind for the future, Lucinda.  Perhaps
after I complete my education we'll talk more."

   "Mrs.  Wyatt has expressed a desire to lose weight and get in shape,"
said Karen.  "I think she'd be a perfect candidate for training, don't
you?"

   "Yes, definitely," said Beth.  "Has Karen told you anything about my
program, Lucinda?"

   "Uh, no she hasn't.  Do you work out in a gym or something?"

   "No, it's nothing like that.  I train the mind, not the body.  The body
benefits because you become more focused with your physical training."

   "How does it work?"

   "I'm working on a new way to program the mind using subliminal
suggestions recorded on a CD."

   "Oh," Lucy said only.  She'd heard about subliminal suggestions for
years but they never seemed to work as claimed.  The only ones who seemed
to benefit were the promoters who extracted the cash from the suckers.

   "I detect a note of skepticism, Lucinda," said Beth.

   "I'm sorry," said Lucy.  "I didn't mean to imply anything." She hadn't
meant to insult Beth.

   Beth laughed.  "That's okay.  I would have been surprised if you hadn't
been skeptical.  It's part of my master's thesis and still theoretical but
I'm very encouraged with the initial testing.  Here, let me give you a
demonstration.  You've already taken the first step, my tea.  It puts you
in a relaxed state and allows the subliminals to have maximum effect." She
reached into a bag on the floor and drew out a CD player with earphones. 
"Put these on and give it a try.  Don't worry about the subliminals on this
CD.  They're very general and suggest a feeling of well being."

   "Well, I don't know." Even as she said it Lucy was putting on the
earphones.  It seemed reasonable to give it a try.

   "Good," said Beth.  "I don't want you thinking you're talking to a con
artist."

   "Oh, no," Lucy declared.  "I would never think such a thing." She
finished off the second cup of tea.

   "Let's synchronize our watches, please," said Beth.  "It's 11:45, okay?"

   "Okay," said Lucy.  It was 11:45 on the dot according to her watch. 
Beth pressed the play button and Lucy began to hear ocean waves breaking on
shore.  Pretty innocuous thought Lucy and settled back to listen but it
seemed not more than a minute passed before the player was turned off.

   "Is anything the matter?"

   "Nothing's wrong," said Beth.  "You've been sitting there for over 30
minutes.  Check your watch."

   It was true.  Lucy's watch read 12:20.  "This is truly amazing," said
Lucy.  "The time went by so quickly."

   "That's why I think this could never be marketed as a do-it-yourself
self-improvement program.  People wouldn't get much done if they kept
losing track of time.  How do you feel?"

   "I feel wonderful," Lucy declared.  She looked over to Karen.  Yes,
something had happened.  It might be the tea but she definitely felt less
hostile and nervous from being around the teenager.  "I'd love to get
involved," Lucy offered.  "How much do you charge?"

   Beth smiled.  "Well, since you'd be one of my guinea pigs I wouldn't
charge you anything.  The only thing I'd ask you to do is to come to my
home, drink a cup of my tea, lie back and listen to the programming.  I'd
be there to monitor your time listening and to ask you questions afterward.
It couldn't be simpler."

   "When do we start," Lucy asked.

   "Would Monday after work be convenient?  We'll repeat this session and
discuss your goals so that I can customize your subliminal suggestions."

   "Monday would be fine," said Lucy.  It would mean a much longer day for
Lucy but if she could use this program to boost her self confidence the
tables might be turned on Karen.

   Beth left soon after.  Lucy wanted to ask the young woman more questions
but that would have to be put off until later.

   "How did you meet Beth," Lucy asked as casually as she could.

   "She used to be my babysitter," said Karen.

   "Has Barry met her?"

   "Yes, Barry has met her.  I know what you're thinking," Karen said with
a sly smile.  "You're thinking, 'Beth is so charming, so smart and so
pretty.  She'd make a fine daughter in law.' Well, forget it.  Barry isn't
her type.  Beth only goes for girls."

   "I wasn't thinking that," Lucy lied.  "I was only curious, that's all."
Still, it was a shame that Beth was a Lesbian.  Lucy couldn't understand
how women became Lesbians.  She'd only had a couple of Lesbian experiences
in her entire life but that was as a preteen.  She actually enjoyed it but
Lucy had discovered boys soon after and never looked back.  That embrace
with Karen earlier in the morning didn't count because she wasn't a
consenting partner as far as Lucy was concerned.

   "So tell me why you introduced me to Beth.  I don't think you care a bit
about my weight, do you?"

   "Of course I care about your weight, Lucy," said Karen sincerely.  "When
Barry told me about your plans to lose weight I knew he'd be very happy if
you succeeded.  Whatever makes Barry happy makes me happy.  Besides," she
added.  "I don't like my slaves looking like fat cows."

   Lucy seethed.  She didn't care any more about herself.  If there wasn't
Barry's future to be concerned with Lucy would have been throttling Karen
to within an inch of her life at that very moment and to hell with the
consequences.  The telephone interrupted Lucy's thoughts of revenge and she
went to answer it.

   "Mom?  It's Amy."

   "Amy," exclaimed Lucy.  "How nice to hear your voice.  Are you all
right? Are you enjoying your visit with your father?"

   "I'm fine, Mom," said Amy.  "Dad's been called out of town on important
business so I'm cutting short my visit.  I'm flying home on Wednesday." Amy
heard only silence in response to her announcement.  "Mom?  Are you there?"

   "I'm here, darling," said Lucy.  "You just took me by surprise.  Give me
your arrival information and I'll ask Barry to pick you up."

   Shit!  Lucy was hoping to be rid of Karen before Amy flew home.  But
how? Lucy could have used a stiff drink right about then but she didn't
keep any hard liquor in the house.  She turned to Karen.

   "Is there any more tea left in that pot?"



   ------

   Chapter 5

   Lucy was in a fix.  Her daughter Amy was flying home soon.  There wasn't
any way she could hide from her the fact that Barry's girl friend had taken
over the house.  What would Amy say when she found out that Karen had
installed herself in the master bedroom?  Amy would be sure to report what
was happening to her father.  He'd be sure to start snooping around and
then the whole sordid mess might be out in the open.

   Barry didn't have any influence with Karen although he seemed to have
her affection.  The only other person she could think to turn to for help
was Beth.  Even though she'd just met Beth Lucy could see that she
commanded Karen's respect.  It might be worth a try.  Lucy was desperate.
Beth had left her card with Lucy so she dialed the number right away to
leave a message.

   "Hello?" She's there!  Thank goodness she works out of her home thought
Lucy.

   "Beth?  Lucinda Wyatt here.  I need to see you as soon as possible. 
It's very important."

   "Lucinda?  It must be important.  I've just come from there.  What has
happened?"

   "Please, I can't talk on the phone," said Lucy.  "May I come to see you
today?  Right away?"

   "Well, certainly if it's that important.  Give me an hour to change and
clean up the place, okay?"

   Beth's apartment was in a modest complex near the college campus.  The
door opened at Lucy's first knock and Beth invited her in.  Beth had
changed into a simple skirt and blouse.  The skirt's hem ended at just
above her knees and the young woman had tied her hair back into a ponytail.
The overall effect made Beth look like a pretty teenager rather than a
sophisticated adult.

   "I'm so sorry coming to you like this after having just met you but I
didn't know where else to turn."

   "That's okay.  I'm going to pour myself some tea?  Would you like a
cup?"

   "I'd love a cup," said Lucy.

   "So, let me guess.  This is something about Karen, right?" Beth had sat
down after pouring out the tea.

   "How did you know?"

   Beth chuckled.  "She's always been kind of a wild child as long as I've
known her.  Where Karen goes, trouble follows."

   "You're absolutely right," said Lucy.  "I'm afraid I can't go into all
the details as they're rather embarrassing."

   "That's all right.  How can I help you?"

   Lucy told Beth as much as she dared and then explained the likely
consequences when Amy came home.  "Karen respects you and seems to defer to
you, Beth," Lucy explained.  "She claims to love Barry so that if you can
show her that continuing to stay in my home would hurt her relationship
with my son as well as possibly doing irreparable harm to everyone else,
she might decide to move out and prevent a lot of grief."

   "It's true that Karen and I have a good relationship, Lucinda," said
Beth.  "But that doesn't mean she always listens to me.  She's very willful
at times and I'm afraid this is one of those times.  I'll do my best
though."

   "That's all I can ask." Lucy sighed.  There was nothing else to say.  "I
guess I shouldn't take up any more of your time.  I'll see you on Monday?"

   "Well, now that you're here you might as well stay for a session," said
Beth.  "You do have the time, don't you?"

   "I suppose I do," said Lucy.

   "Then finish your tea.  While you're listening to the CD I'll call Karen
and try to get her to listen to reason.  I wish I could talk Karen into
some sessions with me but she's afraid I might turn her into a soulless
zombie or someone's sex slave." Beth laughed and Lucy laughed right along
with her.

   Lucy lost track of time again as she listened to the CD but it was so
relaxing she didn't much care.  It was hard to believe that her possible
savior could have been introduced to her by Lucy's tormentor.

   "Ooh.  Can't I stay listening for a bit longer," Lucy asked as she felt
the earphones being removed.

   "Absolutely not," Beth declared.  "You've been listening to that thing
for an hour."

   Lucy felt so relaxed during her session but already she felt a knot of
nervousness building up in the pit of her stomach.  "Were you able to talk
to Karen?  What did she say?"

   "I'm afraid you're still going to be living with her but it's not all
bad news," said Beth.

   "Oh?"

   "Karen says she'll move out of the master bedroom and into Barry's room
with him.  She's also agreed not to be disrespectful to you in front of
anyone including Barry and Amy.  In return, you have to agree not to say
anything against her to Barry or anyone else and to end further attempts to
kick her out.  She says to take it or leave it."

   "I'll take it," declared Lucy.  It was actually more than she could have
hoped for.  Lucy probably would have settled for less.  It would still be
difficult to explain Karen's presence to Amy but Lucy thought she could
work around it if the maniac teenager kept her promise.  "I'm very grateful
to you for your help in this matter, Beth."

   "No problem, Lucinda.  Remember, you're helping me out too.  If you're
willing to work with me I'm sure we'll both have successful outcomes."

   "I'll do anything you ask of me," said Lucy.  She meant every word.

   "That's the spirit.  For your homework tonight, I want you to write down
a list of goals so that we can determine the proper suggestions for your
personalized CD.  Have you started your exercise program yet?"

   "Yes, I've started walking and I intend to dig out some old aerobics
tapes I still have."

   "Those are good," said Beth.  "But I also want you to try something
that's fun so you won't become bored and start slacking off."

   "What's that?"

   "Belly dancing."

   "Belly dancing?" Lucy knew about belly dancing as a good form of
exercise but she never thought of taking it up herself.

   "Yes, it really tones the muscle and burns up the calories.  As long as
you eat sensibly you'll be in shape in no time at all.  Besides that, it's
fun and it makes you look and feel sexy."

   "But don't you think I'm too old for that?" Lucy didn't want to look and
feel ridiculous.

   "Of course not," said Beth.  "I wouldn't have suggested it otherwise. 
My own mother is in a belly dancing class and she's older than you.  She
tells me there are seniors who are in her class."

   "I'll look into it," Lucy promised.

   "I've already started looking for you," said Beth.  She handed Lucy a
video tape.  "This tape contains basic moves and music.  I want you to get
started right away."

   Lucy looked at the picture on the box.  It showed a costumed belly
dancer in a sultry pose.  She found herself nodding her head.  Yes, hadn't
she just promised Beth she'd do anything asked of her?  Besides, it might
be fun and fun had been missing from Lucy's life for too long.  "I'll get
started right away."

   "Fine," said Beth.  "That's the attitude I want you to have.  I also
want you come back tomorrow at this same time.  I've decided to turn you
into a whole new person.  You won't be able to recognize yourself before
long."

   "I can hardly wait," said Lucy.

   When Lucy got home Barry was there and already helping to move things
around again.  "Do you want me to move that clothing back in from the
garage, Mom?"

   "No, thanks," said Lucy.  "I've decided to give that stuff away to the
church's thrift store and buy a whole new wardrobe."

   "That's great.  I'm glad you and Karen are trying to work things out
with Amy flying back."

   "Oh, Karen told you?  Uh, yes.  I'm glad too," said Lucy.  "I guess I
owe it all to Beth."

   "Beth is a sweet lady," said Barry.  "I like her a lot."

   Karen walked into the bedroom at that moment.  She was attired in a
short sun dress.  "Did you have a nice visit with Beth, Mrs.  Wyatt?"

   "Yes, I did," said Lucy.  Karen's sudden polite manner was a bit
unnerving but Lucy preferred it over her surly attitude.  "Your dress looks
quite nice," she said trying to be polite in return.  "Did you pick up some
clothes while I was gone?"

   "Oh, no," said Karen.  "Beth was holding my belongings for me and I just
pulled them out of the back of her car while you were listening to the CD.
It's not much." She twirled quickly causing the hem of her dress to float
up and exposing most of her thighs.  "Barry just loves how my legs look. 
He says they're my best asset.  Do you like them?"

   "Uh, yes," said Lucy.  What a silly question to ask a woman thought
Lucy. "I guess I should go start dinner."

   "I'll help," Karen volunteered.

   "Come on, then." Lucy would try to make the best of a bad situation.

   Karen was surprisingly proficient in the kitchen and Barry helped out
with the dirty dishes so Lucy had plenty of time to write out her goals and
review the tape.  Lucy had hoped to do it in the privacy of her own room
but Karen walked in when she'd barely got past the introduction.

   "What do you want," asked Lucy.

   "What are you watching," asked Karen.  Lucy sighed.  She hoped it wasn't
the beginning of Karen going back on her word.

   "I'm watching a tape Beth lent me.  She wants me to practice belly
dancing as part of my exercise routine." Lucy braced herself for the
derisive comments that were sure to follow.

   "Cool!  Can I watch with you?"

   "If you'd like," said a relieved Lucy.  That wasn't expected she
thought. The tape consisted of warm up exercises and some basic moves.  It
was pretty easy so far as Lucy was concerned.  She considered herself a
pretty good dancer in her younger days.  She'd start the very next day.

   "I want to practice too," declared Karen.  "I bet Barry would love to
see me in a belly dance routine."

   "I wouldn't bet against you," said Lucy.  Well, if it kept her out of
trouble Lucy wouldn't mind Karen keeping her company while she practiced.

   Lucy was glad to be back in her own bed that night.  She had changed the
sheets right away.  Now Lucy could sleep in peace without wondering what
Barry and Karen had been doing in the bed the night before.  Just as she
was about to drift off to sleep Lucy's door opened and she saw a
silhouetted figure walking toward her.  It could only be Karen.  Lucy would
see about putting a lock on her door.

   "What do you want, Karen?  I need to get some sleep."

   "I need to get some sleep too," said Karen as she crawled into the bed
beside Lucy.  "But Barry's bed is so small and he likes to sprawl out when
he sleeps so there's hardly any room for me."

   "You can sleep in Amy's bed until she comes home," Lucy offered.

   "Yes, but that bed is too soft." Karen giggled.  "Barry's bed is too
small and Amy's bed is too soft but your bed is just right.  Sort of like
Goldilocks and the Three Bears." She giggled again.

   "I don't want you sleeping with me," Lucy insisted.  "I'll give some
money to Barry tomorrow so he can go out and buy a bigger bed."

   "But what about tonight?"

   "I thought you promised Beth you'd be more respectful toward me," said
Lucy.

   "I promised Beth I'd be more respectful toward you when anybody else was
around.  Do you see anybody else around?  Would you prefer to sleep with
Barry?  I'll wake him up and send him in to you and then I'll sleep in his
bed tonight.  How does that sound?"

   "It sounds terrible, Karen.  Please don't wake Barry up.  It was wrong
to do what I did with Barry and it was wrong to do what I did with you."
Lucy sighed deeply.  "What am I going to do with you," she whispered more
to herself than to Karen.

   "I've got a cunt full of Barry's sperm," said Karen changing the
subject. "Do you want some?"

   "Please, no," exclaimed Lucy.  She could imagine Karen scooping it out
of her cunt and offering some to her.

   "I don't blame you," said Karen.  "I wouldn't want to get it second hand
either.  Who do you think will get pregnant first, you or me?"

   "I-I don't want to get pregnant," whispered Lucy.  She was aghast when
she thought about it.  It was certainly a possibility.  Her periods were
still regular and there definitely wasn't any protection used either time
with Barry.

   "I do," said Karen.  "Every time Barry and I make love I hope I'm
pregnant with his child.  I think it'll just be a matter of time before we
start calling you Grandma."

   Lucy could feel herself blushing.  Grandma!  The thought of becoming a
grandmother made her feel even older than she felt a moment before.  It
would even be worse with Karen the mother of her grandchild.  Why couldn't
Barry be attracted to someone like Beth?

   "Good night, Grandma," said Karen.  She kissed Lucy on the lips then
turned over and went to sleep.  Lucy didn't she'd be able to sleep with
Karen lying by her side but she did.



   ------

   Chapter 6

   Lucy was having the weirdest dream.  Beth was in the dream and she was
talking to Lucy but Lucy couldn't understand what she was saying.  Then
Lucy began to feel the most delicious caresses.  Did the dream mean that
Beth wanted to make love to her?  Lucy decided she wouldn't mind that at
all.  After all, it was only a dream.  She spread her legs to give Beth
better access to her cunt.  Lucy moaned in delight as Beth caressed her
vulva.  The pleasure was so intense that Lucy came right away.

   The orgasm was what woke up Lucy.  She was surprised to discover that
she wasn't being caressed by a dream hand but a very real one.  Her
nightgown was hiked above her waist.  It wasn't Beth caressing her.  It was
Karen.  Lucy grabbed Karen's arm and tried to push it away but the girl was
too strong.

   "Get your hand away!  I don't like that!"

   "Yeah, sure," said Karen.  "You could have fooled me by the way you were
cumming." She pulled her hand out from beneath the crotch band of Lucy's
panties and sensuously licked the woman's juices from her fingers.

   "I was having a dream.  I thought what you were doing was part of the
dream.  I didn't know it was you." The girl never missed a chance to
humiliate her thought Lucy.

   "It must have been quite a dream," said Karen.  "Who was in it?"

   "That wasn't clear," said Lucy.  "Some anonymous man, I guess."

   "Tall, dark and hung, huh?"

   "Yes," said Lucy.  "Please, don't." Karen was still uncomfortably close
and now she had hooked a leg over Lucy's legs which prevented her from
moving away.

   "I made you cum.  Now you have to make me cum."

   "I can't," Lucy whined.  "This isn't right." She pushed at Karen but
Lucy wasn't very effective.

   "You and I already know I can make you do what I want.  But I've decided
to wait until you starting begging me to make you do things."

   "That will never happen," Lucy promised.

   "We'll see," said Karen.  She smiled slyly as if she was withholding
some great secret from Lucy.  "Kiss me nicely and I'll let you go."

   Yesterday Lucy would have been totally disgusted with Karen's demand. 
Now, it seemed the least objectionable condition Karen was likely to come
up with in order to be released from her embrace.  Lucy knew Karen wouldn't
be satisfied with just a peck.  She moved her lips against Karen's lips and
let the teenager take the lead.  As expected Karen immediately used her
tongue to coax open Lucy's mouth.  Lucy found that if she closed her eyes
and pretended Barry was kissing her she could really get into it.  The
mature woman used her own tongue to play with Karen's and she actually felt
a stirring in her loins.

   "Wow," said Karen when they broke the kiss.  "If I was a guy I'd be
fucking you right about now.  Are you sure you want to stop?"

   "Yes," said Lucy.  She blushed at Karen's "praise." She hadn't wanted to
excite the girl.  She hadn't wanted to get excited herself.

   "Ya know," said Karen.  "Sometimes I wish I was a guy.  Not forever,
just temporarily." She giggled.  "I just read a story about a pretty school
girl who had a little secret.  In every way she was female except she had a
little extra equipment, a nine inch prick and a set of gonads the size of
ping pong balls.  She went around seducing her girl friends and knocking
them up.  Yeah, I wish I was her.  When Barry wasn't fucking me in my cunt,
I'd be fucking pretty girls with my prick.  I'd be fucking you right now
making sure you were pregnant and then making sure you had my baby."

   Lucy shivered as she began to see the picture Karen described.  She'd
rather die than admit it to anyone but it was kind of thrilling to imagine.
"You said you'd let me go if I kissed you."

   "Sure, baby," said Karen and moved away.  "Are we going to do some more
belly dancing today?"

   "Yes, I think so," said Lucy.  "Beth wants me over for another session
this afternoon.  I thought I might practice when I get back." Baby?  The
woman almost preferred to be called Lucy over being called baby.  It made
it sound like she was Karen's girl.

   "Good," said the teenager.  "Tell Beth we need a more advanced tape. 
The stuff on the first tape is too easy.  I'll probably be using it while
you're gone."

   "I'll tell her," Lucy promised.  "I'm going downstairs to start the
coffee."

   "Great," said Karen.  "I'm going to go get in bed with Barry.  I'm sure
he'll want to fuck me when he wakes up.  Shall I tell him to save some for
you?"

   "No!"

   "Fine," said Karen and walked out the bedroom door.

   "Damned brat," Lucy said aloud and headed for the kitchen.  She idly
wondered if that teenager had ever been spanked.  Karen certainly needed a
spanking badly.  The older woman sat down at the table while the coffee
brewed.  Karen hadn't been able to shake up Lucy as badly as she had the
morning before.  It wasn't as if she'd gotten used to Karen's harassment.
Lucy hated every moment of it.  She wondered if the subliminal programming
was already having a positive effect on her attitude.  Yeah, that must be
it.  That and Beth's delicious herbal tea had to have something to do with
it.  To heck with the coffee.  Let Barry and Karen drink the coffee.  Lucy
reached for the kettle.  She was going to stick with that tea from now on.
If only Beth would allow her to take a copy of that CD home with her she'd
be making even faster progress.  Lucy decided to ask Beth about it on their
next appointment that afternoon.

   Lucy took a morning walk and then reviewed the aerobics tapes she'd
purchased over the years.  Now, she remembered why they were gathering dust
on the entertainment center.  They were just too boring after a week or so
working with them.  She went back to her bedroom and found Karen doing the
basic belly dance steps in front of her bedroom TV.

   Lucy did some stretching exercises and then joined her.

   "Come in, Lucinda.  You're a bit early but the tea is ready to pour,"
said Beth.  The young woman was dressed simply again in a skirt that ended
a couple of inches above the knees and a casual top.  Still, Lucy thought
Beth had a regal bearing, almost like a queen.  Lucy was glad to be in
Beth's apartment.  She looked forward to being there now and was anxious to
don the earphones.

   "How are you making out with Karen," Beth asked.  "Did my talk with her
do any good?"

   "She's still being a pest," said Lucy.  "According to her, she's holding
to the letter of the agreement by not acting up with me in front of anyone
else."

   "That's Karen all right.  Did you get a chance to review the belly dance
tape?"

   "I did," said Lucy.  Impulsively she got up and demonstrated the few
dance steps she'd learned.  Beth laughed and applauded.

   "That's wonderful," she said.  I'm going to have music for you to dance
to the next time you're here."

   "I'd love to show you what I've learned." Yes, it would be a pleasure to
dance for Beth.  "Karen is getting into it too.  She says she wants to
dance for Barry."

   "Really?  Well, don't discourage her.  It's good to have someone to
practice with."

   "Could I get a more advanced tape or shall I enroll in a course?"

   "You're a motivated student.  I like that.  I have volume two here. 
Please don't enroll in a course yet.  We don't want you taking on too much.
Now finish your tea.  I'll review your goals while you're listening to the
subliminals."

   After the session was over Lucy again felt rested and relaxed.  "I'd
love to be able to take that CD home with me."

   "Believe me, Lucinda.  You're getting more than enough right here with
me.  Just give your mind a little time to act on these suggestions.  I can
tell some changes are already taking place just from the brief conversation
we've had."

   "I guess I'm being a bit anxious about Amy being home soon.  Also
tomorrow is the beginning of another work week.  I don't how I'll be able
to concentrate on my job with these worries on my mind."

   "I've taken that into account with the suggestions I've already given
you.  Tomorrow, I hope you'll be feeling a bit more energetic in your work
and with a greater ability to concentrate without distractions.  I expect
you'll let me know tomorrow."

   "Certainly," said Lucy.

   "Well, if there's nothing else I'll let you go.  I have to clean up the
place for some guests tonight."

   "Oh, may I help?"

   "No thanks," said Beth.  "It's nice of you to ask though."

   "Please let me help," Lucy begged.  "You're doing so much for me.  I
want to do something for you."

   "Well, okay," said Beth.  "But I'm warning you, I'm kind of a slob when
it comes to housekeeping.  I wish I could afford a maid."

   "I've been an unpaid maid for the past 20 plus years," Lucy declared. 
"You won't have any choice once you become a wife and a mother.  Oops."
Lucy was mortified.  She just insulted the woman who was trying to help
her. It was unlikely Beth would ever become a wife and mother being a
Lesbian.

   "Oops what?"

   "Well, uh, Karen told me you were a..."

   "Lesbian, right," asked Beth.  She laughed.  "Don't worry about it.  My
parents keep hoping it's just a phase I'm going through.  I hope it doesn't
bother you."

   "Oh, no.  Certainly not," Lucy assured her.  "I wouldn't have known if
Karen hadn't told me."

   "That's true.  My mother keeps hoping I'm just bisexual and I'll meet a
man to fall in love with," said Beth.  "She hopes the jury is still out. 
Well, this isn't getting anything done."

   Beth led Lucy into the kitchen where they did a load of dishes.  Lucy
washed and Beth dried and put away the dishes.  Beth climbed a step stool
to place some bowls on a high shelf.  Lucy turned her head and started
staring at Beth's legs.  She'd wanted to do that since she arrived, getting
a close up look at her legs.  They were so lovely and shapely to Lucy's
mind.  She wished she could touch them.  The strange thought embarrassed
Lucy and caused her to look up guiltily.  Beth was looking down at her and
seemed to know her legs were being admired.

   "You have lovely legs," said Lucy.  The middle aged woman knew she
should have kept her mouth shut but now it was out.  Beth now knew she was
being lusted over by a woman old enough to be her mother.  Now Beth would
ask her to kindly leave and never return.  The poor woman wanted to curl up
and die.

   "Thank you, kind lady," Beth responded graciously and stepped down from
the stool.  She leaned over in a confidential manner and told Lucy, "I've
admired your boobs ever since we met." Both women laughed and Lucy could
feel her tension melt away.  She was so glad Beth wasn't offended.

   "I've never been so forward with my praise," said Lucy still apologetic.
"I don't know what came over me."

   "Whatever it was I'm glad," said Beth.  "Women are usually too stingy
with their praise when it comes to other women.  You may admire my legs as
much as you'd like." She lifted her skirt to display most of her thighs. 
"I think they're my best asset, don't you agree?"

   "Yes," said Lucy.  She didn't want to say any more for fear of being
foolish again.  The poor woman was distracted once more by Beth's legs. 
She wanted to touch and caress the young woman's legs.  Fortunately for
Lucy, everything went smoothly from then on.

   When Lucy got home Karen clamored for the new belly dance tape like a
small child after a gift.  Then the teenager raced upstairs to Lucy's
bedroom to play the tape.  Lucy followed, curious to see the new steps
being demonstrated.  She had planned to relax the rest of the afternoon
because she knew she had a hectic week at work ahead of her.  But after
just a few minutes of watching the tape Lucy joined Karen in learning the
steps.  Lucy marveled at the energy she had.  Usually it took her all
weekend to recover from the previous week.  Beth had predicted this would
happen only this afternoon and already it was happening.  Lucy was even
willing to bet she could keep up with the young girl dancing beside her.

   As Lucy lay in bed that night she reflected on the eventful weekend
she'd been through.  It certainly wasn't the way she would have chosen to
spend it but she thought some good might yet come out of it.  Well, the
weekend wasn't quite over.  Lucy heard the door open.  Karen had come to
harass her again.

   "I thought you were going give money to Barry so he could buy a bigger
mattress," said Karen as she crawled into the bed and lay down beside Lucy.

   "I just forgot," Lucy admitted.

   "It wouldn't have stopped me from coming here anyway.  I could get used
to these late night chats.  Couldn't you?"

   "No, I couldn't," said Lucy.

   "I've got another load of Barry's sperm inside me and I'm at my most
fertile time.  Isn't that exciting?"

   "No, it's not," said Lucy.  She felt her blood pressure take a leap but
it wasn't because of excitement.  There was a real dread that her son might
father a child with this girl.  Karen seemed to take an absolute delight in
tormenting her.  Lucy knew she didn't have any real influence with Barry
when it came to the relationship between Karen and him.  Perhaps, if she
stopped opposing Karen and tried to understand her, Lucy thought she might
have a positive influence on the young girl's attitude especially with
regard to possible motherhood.

   "Good night, Grandma," said Karen.  She leaned over and gave Lucy a
leisurely kiss on the lips.  She was a bit surprised when Lucy returned the
kiss and didn't seem in any hurry to end it.

   "Good night, Karen," said Lucy pleasantly.



   ------

   Chapter 7

   Lucy knew she wasn't dreaming this time.  Karen was at it again.  The
teenager's hand was creeping inside the crotch of her panties.  What the
heck thought Lucy.  Let her do her thing.  It actually felt pretty good and
if the older woman could ignore the source of this pleasurable experience
she might as well enjoy it.  Lucy was pretending to still be asleep but she
moaned and squirmed involuntarily and then Karen knew she was awake.

   "I didn't realize you were enjoying yourself," said Karen pulling her
fingers out of the woman's pussy.  Humiliation was what she wanted to
inflict, not pleasure.

   "That's why I tried to keep my mouth shut," said Lucy.  The older woman
didn't know what had happened between last night and this morning to change
her attitude but she wasn't going to put up with much from the teenager
this morning.  It was time to get up anyway.  She slipped out of the bed
and headed for the bathroom.

   "Well, aren't we feeling sassy this morning," Karen remarked.  "It shows
you what happens when I try to be nice to my slave."

   "I'm your blackmail victim, not your slave.  Let's leave it at that."

   "No, let's not leave it at that," Karen declared.  She got out of the
bed and moved toward Lucy.  Lucy wasn't sure what Karen intended but she
decided to hold her ground.  The girl must have seen the determined look in
Lucy's face because she stopped short and just glared for a bit.  Lucy saw
a bit of uncertainty on Karen's face and she began to wonder why she had
put up with this girl's shit for three minutes much less three days.

   "I have to get ready for work, Karen.  Say what you want to say now or
it will have to wait until I get home."

   "I'll have plenty to say when I'm good and ready," said Karen.  The
young beauty turned and stomped out of the bedroom.  She slammed the door
on the way out and then a few moments later Lucy heard another door slam,
presumably to Barry's room.

   So much for her decision to try to understand Karen thought Lucy.  In
one way Lucy was glad she'd finally come out on top in a confrontation with
Karen.  It showed the little bitch she wasn't going to be a complete door
mat despite her blackmailing.  On the other hand Lucy knew Karen was
capable of stirring up a lot more trouble for this show of rebellion.

   After showering and dressing Lucy went downstairs to start the coffee
pot and to brew some tea for herself.  She was surprised to find Barry up
already and drinking his morning cup.

   "Couldn't sleep," Lucy asked as she put the kettle on to boil.

   "I was sleeping fine until Karen woke me up bitching about something you
did or didn't do.  I can't figure which."

   "I guess she got up on the wrong side of the bed," said Lucy.  "I can't
imagine what she's talking about." She walked over to where Barry was
sitting and bent over to kiss him on the cheek.  On impulse Lucy decided to
kiss her son on the lips.  It wasn't the type of kiss a mother normally
gives her son.  She coaxed Barry's mouth open and thrust her tongue inside.
Barry responded readily returning passionate kisses of his own.  He started
to rise from his chair but Lucy stopped him.

   "I want to try something," she said after breaking the kiss.  It was
something she hadn't tried even with her husband.  Lucinda Wyatt went down
on her knees and reached inside the fly of her son's pajama bottoms. 
Barry's stiff prick emerged gripped in his mother's hand.  She got her
first close up look at her son's adult prick.  It looked so pretty.  She
just had to kiss it and suck it.

   "Whoa, Mom," said Barry who divined her intentions.  "Are you sure you
want to do this?"

   In answer to Barry's question Lucy crawled between her son's sprawled
legs and engulfed his prick inside her gaping mouth.  Barry gasped as he
felt his mother's warm, wet mouth surrounding his thick cock.  He was a
little concerned that this was something Karen was forcing his mom into but
no, Karen would have been there directing things.  He decided to just sit
back and enjoy.  Barry was no connoisseur.  He wouldn't have been able to
tell if the woman sucking his cock was experienced or a novice.  The young
man just appreciated the gesture.  He placed his hand at the back of Lucy's
head to give himself the illusion that he was controlling the action but no
force or pressure was being applied.  "I'm not sure what's gotten into you,
Mom," said Barry.  "But I hope it stays there."

   Lucy heard her son's praise and redoubled her efforts.  This isn't so
bad thought the matron.  She felt a momentary pang of regret that she'd
always refused to please her husband this way.  Well, it was too late to
please her husband but it wasn't too late for Lucy to gain some new
experience and to please her son at the same time.  Lucy could feel Barry's
prick begin to swell.  Yeah, Barry was about to cum in his mother's mouth
and she intended to swallow every drop.  This is one load of sperm that
little bitch won't get Lucy thought as she gulped her son's tribute and
felt it slide down her throat.

   "Thanks, Mom.  That was great," Barry said enthusiastically.

   "My pleasure," Lucy responded.  "Any time you feel the need is all right
with me." It amused the woman to think that Karen might not get the morning
fuck she'd be expecting from Barry.

   It didn't occur to Lucy until later on at work that there might have
something wrong with her behavior that morning.  Of course, she'd been
pleased that Karen was finally on the losing end of a confrontation but
Lucy hadn't given a second thought to going down on her own son and
presenting him with an open invitation for more of the same.  That was
certainly wrong, wasn't it?  Lucy resolved to ask Beth about the exact
suggestions she was listening to.  She was now realizing she should have
critically examined any offer of help from Beth especially since the
younger woman was very open about being Karen's friend.  Lucy rationalized
that it was desperation that caused her to jump at a chance to deal with
Karen.

   The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully but that didn't prevent
Lucy from worrying about how she would broach the subject with Beth.  The
last thing Lucy wanted was a confrontation.  After all, Beth might indeed
have Lucy's best interests at heart.  There just had to be some adjustments
made so she wouldn't have this abnormal desire for her son.  It would be
too embarrassing to explain what she'd done just that morning and it was
with a great deal of nervousness that Lucy arrived at Beth's apartment that
afternoon.

   "Come right in, Lucinda," said Beth.  "I'll be right with you.  Pour
yourself some tea.  It's all set out on the table."

   "Thank you," said Lucy and sat down.  She felt very nervous about her
misgivings and didn't want Beth to take offense.  Lucy poured the tea and
took a big sip.  The tension Lucy had been feeling began to melt away. 
That's a relief she thought and took another big sip.

   Beth was dressed in an especially short skirt today.  She seemed to be
showing off for Lucy.  Since there was no longer any secret about Lucy's
admiration for Beth's legs the older woman followed Beth's movements quite
openly.

   "Are you ready to get started," Beth asked as she sat down and poured
her own tea.

   "Uh, there are some questions I'd like cleared up first."

   "Certainly," said Beth.  "I'll be happy to address any concerns you
have." She chuckled.  "I hope you're not going to complain about a lack of
progress.  These suggestions aren't going to change or improve things for
you over night."

   "I wouldn't call them all improvements but things have been changing."

   "Do the improvements have anything to do with Karen?"

   "Yes," Lucy answered.

   "But that's good, isn't it?  Isn't that what you wanted?"

   "Well, yes," Lucy conceded.

   "And if there are problems along the way, we can make adjustments as you
progress.  Does that make sense?"

   "Yes," Lucy said again.  Was she being unreasonable?  Lucy was still
feeling uncomfortable despite Beth's reassuring tone.

   "Have some more tea, Lucinda," Beth suggested.  The young woman shifted
her legs as she poured the tea and Lucy found herself being distracted by
Beth's shapely thighs.  They were so pretty.  What she wouldn't do to be
able to touch them, caress them.  The thought embarrassed Lucy but she
wouldn't try to disown it.  "Should I go back to wearing longer skirts?"

   "I, uh..." Lucy wasn't sure how to answer that question.

   "I must confess that I enjoy you teasing you a bit but now I'm feeling
guilty about it."

   "Please, don't feel that way," said Lucy.  "I'm the one who should be
feeling guilty.  I never thought I'd be the one leering at someone.  I
always felt uncomfortable being stared at because of the size of my boobs
and now I'm the one doing the staring.  I guess that's one of the questions
I wanted to ask you about.  You're not turning me into a Lesbian, are you?"

   "Of course not, Lucinda.  Shall we get started?  It's getting late."

   "No," Lucy declared.

   "What's wrong now," asked Beth looking puzzled.

   "Beth, I've worked in the loan department of my bank for over 15 years.
In that time I've processed countless loan applications and interviewed
thousands of loan applicants.  I've developed a sense that tells me when
someone is withholding something back from me, something that's important
in making the loan decision.  I feel you're holding important information
back from me.  I'm ready to get up and leave right now if you can't
convince me I'm wrong." Lucy hoped she hadn't made a fool of herself.  She
wished she could have taken back the words just spoken.  She swore she'd
accept any word of reassurance now without question.

   Instead of looking insulted, Beth appeared amused.  "I'm so glad we've
met, Lucinda.  I enjoy being challenged.  I'm afraid I can't give you a
completely level playing field but I'll be glad to give you what
information I have."

   "I'm listening," said Lucy.

   "It's true that I used to be Karen's babysitter and that I'm a personal
trainer.  What I left out was that I mainly train Lesbian submissives for
their dominant partners."

   Lucy gasped but didn't say a word.  Thank god she wasn't a Lesbian.  Not
yet, anyway.  Her desire for Barry proved that.

   "Karen fancies herself a dominant and would like to be a trainer also,"
Beth continued.  The trouble is she lacks the talent and patience to learn
the more refined training methods.  The girl tends to use threats and
intimidation to accomplish her aims."

   "It worked on me," Lucy whispered.

   "Yes, I know.  Karen told me everything but that's only a temporary fix
that creates problems down the road.  She was afraid of alienating Barry if
she used too much pressure so I was called in to give you a little
psychological push to help her.  I'm afraid I played a dirty trick on Karen
by doing the opposite.  She really moaned and groaned about your behavior
this morning when she phoned me."

   "I feel like a pawn in a little chess game you two are playing.  What
was your logic behind that decision?"

   "You're a bit of a pushover, Lucinda.  I wanted Karen to have a harder
time with you before she got herself hurt trying to take on someone who
would chew her up and spit her out."

   Lucinda felt tears of humiliation start from her eyes.  A pushover,
indeed!  "I'm afraid I can't participate in your little experiment any
longer.  I'm leaving now and I'm not coming back.  Thank you for giving me
a little breathing room but I guess I'll have to deal with that little
bitch on my own.  I just couldn't be sure when you might turn on me."

   "As you wish," said Beth.  "Just beware that Karen is very resourceful
and she still has that unfortunate video tape."

   "I'm all too aware of that," Lucy stated.  "Good night and goodbye."

   Barry and Karen weren't there when Lucy arrived home.  That gave her an
opportunity to be alone and think.  She brewed herself a pot of the herbal
tea and sat down.  Lucy knew it was illogical to think that Beth owed her
any loyalty.  Beth was Karen's friend, not hers.  Still, the matron felt
betrayed for some reason.  Perhaps it was because she'd developed a crush
on Beth.  Those legs, she'd miss those lovely legs.  "Oh well," said Beth
aloud.  "I still have some of this tea."



   ------

   Chapter 8

   Barry sneaked a peek at his sister for the fourth time in the last five
minutes.  Man, she was looking hot.  Amy had blossomed over the summer
break.  Or maybe it was just that he was paying attention to Amy for the
first time as a sex object.  That was the danger of listening to a crazy
girl like Karen and of fucking his own mother, of course.

   Amy Wyatt would never be a classic beauty.  She was of medium height and
was already having to confront weight problems just like her mother.  Amy's
big tits were considered her best asset by admiring males of which there
was no shortage.  With a pretty face and shoulder length brown hair she had
a choice among potential dates but there was no one special at the moment.

   Ever since being picked up at the airport Amy had noticed her brother
looking her way every few moments.  He seemed nervous about something and
probably wanted to talk about it.  She decided her intuition was correct
when Barry turned into an abandoned industrial park and pulled over.  Amy
watched Barry light up what she correctly surmised as a joint.  He inhaled
deeply and then offered her a hit.

   "Uh, no thanks," said Amy.  "What's on your mind?"

   Barry finally exhaled.  How do I start?  How do I explain Karen and the
weird things going on at home?  Would she freak out?  Call Dad?  Is she
still a virgin?  How does Amy feel about incest, specifically, sex with her
brother?  Despite the delicacy of the situation Barry felt a boner building
up.  He would've liked nothing more than to make a pass at his little
sister.  Well, first things first.  She could always go live with Dad if
she felt uncomfortable with the situation.

   "Um, I just wanted to warn you about certain things before we got home."

   "What things, for goodness sake?  I've never seen you so jumpy.  Has Mom
joined a cult or something like that?"

   "Well, nothing like that.  I've got my girl friend staying at the house
with us."

   "And that's all right with Mom?  Damn!  Things really have changed
around here." The old fuddy-duddy that she knew as her mom would never
tolerate that.  "How did you get Mom to okay that?"

   "I guess we caught her at a weak moment.  Also, Karen can be very
persuasive."

   "That has to be an understatement," Amy exclaimed.  Amy had never met
Karen in person and now she looked forwarded to it.  Karen had to be the
world's greatest saleswoman for her to get Mom to agree to her moving in
with her brother.  Maybe she could pick up some pointers from this miracle
worker.

   "I didn't want you taken by surprise and going ballistic when you got
home.  Karen can be irritating even for me sometimes and I want you to try
to ignore her if she starts to get on your nerves.  This isn't a permanent
arrangement so I hope you'll put up with it for now."

   "I can take care of myself," Amy assured her brother.

   Barry breathed a sigh of relief.  Maybe things would work out.  Although
he obviously hadn't told Amy everything he figured that his sister wasn't
going to raise hell if she saw some strange behavior.  Besides, Karen had
promised to play it cool when Amy came home.  Barry intended to remind
Karen of that promise as soon as he got her alone.  Heck!  Amy and Karen
might actually get along.  They were the same age and probably had a lot in
common.  Barry snuffed out his joint and put it back in his shirt pocket.
This was going to be easier than he thought.

   "There are sodas in the fridge," said Barry as he led Amy through the
front door.  "Mom just went to the grocery store.  I'll get your bags."

   "Thanks," said Amy.  A soda would hit the spot right about now Amy
thought.  It had been a long and boring flight.  As she walked into the
kitchen she saw a girl sitting at the table.  The girl was someone Amy
recognized.

   "What the hell are you doing here?"

   "I live here," said Karen calmly.

   "You're that Karen?"

   "At your service," Karen replied.  "I thought there was a lingering
stench around here and now I know where it's from.  Welcome home."

   "Thanks," said Amy.  "Now pack up your gear and get out of here.  I want
you out of here immediately!"

   "I'm not going anywhere," Karen declared.

   "Um, do you two know each other," Barry asked as he walked into the
kitchen.  He'd heard the commotion and feared the worst.

   "How could you," Amy exclaimed.  "I can't believe you invited the West
High Weirdo to come stay in our home.  I can't believe Mom actually agreed
to this.  If my friends find out about this creepoid being here I'm dead
meat.  I won't be able to show my face at school.  My friends will all drop
me."

   "No great loss," said Karen.

   "I didn't know you were called the West High Weirdo," said Barry.

   "I know I shouldn't brag about my accomplishments.  It's doesn't become
a lady.  Don't you agree, Amy?"

   "You don't know anything about being a lady," Amy screamed.  "I'm going
to call Mom right now." She pushed past her brother and stomped upstairs to
her room where she could make her call in private.

   "How did you get her on her bad side," Barry asked.

   "I have no idea," said Karen.  Barry didn't really believe her but
didn't say anything.  "Why don't you let me talk to her alone," Karen
added. "We might be able to work something out."

   "That sounds like an idea," said Barry.  It was her turn anyway.  He'd
already talked to Amy and a fat lot of good it did.

   Amy called her mom at the bank but all she got was her voicemail.  She
left a curt message about Karen and hung up.  The teenager thought about
calling her friends to announce her return home but they might start
dropping over and one of them might run into Karen.  That would be a
disaster.  That bitch had to be gotten rid of as soon as possible.  After
calming down a bit, Amy decided to take a shower.  She did some of her best
thinking in the shower and it would help refresh her.

   "Get the hell off my bed and out of my room this instant!" Of all the
nerve!  Amy had just back from the shower.  She'd blown dry her hair but
she was still clad in just her bathrobe.  That stupid slut had invaded her
space and now she would pay if she wasn't out in the next five seconds.

   "I'd like to talk to you first."

   "We have nothing to talk about.  Get out!"

   "Fine," said Karen.  She thought about threatening and posturing like
she'd done with the bitch's mother but then decided to take a more physical
approach.  Karen was in the perfect mood for it.  She was still pissed
about the setback with Lucy and the girl was looking for an opportunity to
cause some major pain.  Amy would be a convenient target.

   Amy thought Karen was obeying her order and moved out of the way so the
intruder could pass.  Instead Karen threw a punch that connected with the
pretty teenager's solar plexus.  All of the air whooshed out of Amy's lungs
and the girl collapsed to the ground, struggling to catch a breath of
life-sustaining air.  Her diaphragm was temporarily paralyzed and wouldn't
permit another breath to be inhaled.

   Amy had never felt so helpless.  All of her energy was devoted to
getting her next breath of air.  She was aware enough to realize her robe
was being removed but resistance was impossible.  Just as some degree of
breathing comfort was returning Amy felt a weight on her abdomen.  With a
shock Amy realized that an equally naked Karen was straddling her body. 
She was still too weak to struggle so she just stared into Karen's smug
face with a disbelieving shock.

   "Are you all right?  Can you breathe?"

   "P-please get off me," Amy begged.  She got slapped for her answer.  It
wasn't a hard slap but it definitely stung.

   "I asked you a question and I expect an answer," Karen said.

   "I can breathe," said Amy.  She was too scared now to do anything but
cooperate.

   "Good," said Karen.  "It's the shits not being able to breathe, isn't
it?"

   "Yes," said Amy.

   "Good, I'm glad you realize that because I want you to listen to me very
carefully.  In a few minutes I'm going to lower my snatch down on your face
and you're going to use your pretty tongue to make me cum."

   "No," Amy screeched and started to struggle but she was at a severe
disadvantage.  Karen clapped a hand over the girl's mouth and pinched her
nipple.  Amy screamed when she felt the excruciating pain but the sound
didn't go anywhere.  She immediately stopped struggling.

   "Are you ready to be quiet and listen?" Karen lifted her hand from Amy's
mouth slightly so she could talk.

   "Yes," Amy cried.  Tears of pain and humiliation filled her eyes.  She
didn't want to be hurt again.

   "Good," said Karen.  "Now don't interrupt me again or I'll make both of
your nipples sore.  As I was saying, you're going to make me cum with your
tongue.  If you don't cooperate with me I'm going to make sure you
suffocate.  I won't kill you but I'll make you pass out and I'll make sure
a whole bunch of your brain cells die.  Brain cells die real easy when they
don't get oxygen.  I know you know Crazy Rosa.  I don't know if Rosa didn't
get enough oxygen when she was born or if she just sniffed too much glue
but the result is that she doesn't think too well.  You wouldn't want to
become just like Rosa, would you?"

   "No," whispered a frightened Amy.  Rosa was an object of pity.

   "I wouldn't want you to be like Rosa either.  I'm glad we both agree."
Karen moved her body up until she was squatting directly over Amy's face.
Amy didn't resist or otherwise try to escape.  She believed every word of
Karen's threat and was thoroughly terrorized by it.  "Start licking," Karen
said as her vulva brushed Amy's lips.  Amy didn't hesitate to begin licking
her tormentor's snatch.  In Karen's opinion it was a lackluster performance
but she really didn't mind.  There was plenty of time to train her
boyfriend's sister in the finer points of pussy licking.  Amy was
surprisingly compliant despite being a stuck up bitch at school.  Mother
like daughter was the thought that came to mind.  She regretted not being
more forceful with Lucy.  Beth certainly hadn't been a help.  The bitch! 
Being distracted didn't prevent Karen experiencing a delicious cum courtesy
of Amy's tongue.

   "That was pretty good for a first time," said Karen.  "I'm sure you'll
improve with practice."

   "You mean you want to do it some more?" Instinctively, Amy knew Karen
wouldn't be satisfied with humiliating her just once but she had to ask.

   "Of course I do," Karen answered.  "A lot more," she added.  "And don't
think you can escape by ratting me out to your mother and brother.  I'll
get my revenge eventually." The dominant girl leaned over to stare into
Amy's eyes just inches from her own.  "Just think of having something in
common with Crazy Rosa if you think of doing something stupid." She kissed
Amy on the lips and tasted her own juices but Karen didn't mind.  What she
minded was Amy not being responsive.  "You're a lousy kisser.  Would you
like to go back to licking my pussy?" The pupils of Amy's eyes dilated and
she didn't say anything but she started to respond with kisses of her own.

   Lucy cringed when she heard her daughter's message on her voicemail. 
Well, that was to be expected.  She really didn't believe Barry's
assurances that he would talk to Amy and get her to go along with Karen's
presence.  Now there would surely be a confrontation when she returned
home. How could she explain to Amy that her mother was being blackmailed?
Amy would demand answers to a lot of questions that Lucy would not want to
deal with.

   The distraught woman wished she could call Beth for advice but had she
burned her bridges?  Lucy now knew that Beth was privy to everything so now
she could be perfectly frank.  She dialed Beth's number but there was no
answer.  Finally an answering machine came on and asked the caller to leave
a message.

   "Beth?  It's Lucinda.  I want to apologize for the things I said Monday.
May I talk to you again?" There was a lump in Lucy's throat and she felt
like crying.  There was nothing else to say now anyway so she hung up. 
Karen had left her alone since she had returned home from that meeting with
Beth but that didn't make feel any better.  She figured Karen was coming up
with something worse to spring on her.

   When she got home Barry, Amy and Karen were sitting in the living room.
Amy rose from her chair and greeted her mother with gentle embrace.

   "I'm glad you're home safely, darling.  I, uh, got your message but it
was the end of the day and I didn't have time to call."

   Amy blushed.  "That's all right, Mom.  It was just a misunderstanding
and uh, Karen and I worked it out." She turned to look at Karen as if
seeking approval.  Karen smiled and nodded her head slightly.

   "I see," said Lucy but she didn't see at all.  She was relieved that a
confrontation was avoided but she couldn't help but feel that Karen had
somehow orchestrated Amy's speech.  Had her daughter also been compromised
by the teenage witch?  Amy was normally very outgoing and now she seemed
very shy.

   "I guess everything's cool now, huh?  Let's eat.  I'm starved," said
Barry.



   ------

   Chapter 9

   Amy lay in her bed that night but it was impossible to sleep.  She was
afraid Karen would show up and yet she was sure Karen would be there soon
anyway.  The teenager just wasn't certain when that would be.  Amy was
still in shock over the day's events.  How could this have happened? 
Apparently her stupid brother had invited Karen to the house and she'd
found something that could be used for blackmail against Barry or their
mother or both.  Amy could figure Barry getting in trouble like that but
not her mom.  Her mother was pretty straight arrow.  Well, something had
happened and now Amy was stuck in the middle of it too.

   Amy hadn't really done anything against Karen at school except maybe
snub her.  There was a definite caste system at school and Karen had been
placed with the geeks which were at or near the bottom.  Amy wasn't at the
top of the social ladder but close.  One just didn't socialize with others
below their caste without the risk of being stigmatized.  Barry was the
classless type who seemed to get along with everyone.  He would have been
labeled a geek when he was going there except everybody liked him.  Now
things had blown up in everyone's faces and Amy was one of the casualties.
Amy's thoughts were interrupted by a sound at the door and she began to
tremble with fear.

   "Wake up, my pretty.  It's play time." Karen crawled under the covers
beside Amy and immediately embraced her.  "Kiss kiss," she said.  Amy's
lips sought Karen's without hesitation.  Her nipple was still sore from
when Karen pinched it and she didn't want to get hurt again for
disobedience.  She wore a short night gown to bed but that provided no
protection against Karen's advances.  Amy tolerated Karen's groping until
she reached between her thighs and Amy protested for the first time.

   "Please don't," Amy pleaded.

   "Take off your panties and spread your legs, darling.  If I have to
force you I'll yank out your cunt hairs one by one." Karen decided she
wasn't going to let Amy play coy any longer.  She wanted a puppet who would
perform on command and that included performing in front of an audience. 
Karen would like nothing better than to see Amy abasing herself in front of
her own mother.  That would teach Lucy a lesson also for her rebellion.  If
the mother didn't obey the daughter would suffer.

   The teenage tormentor smiled with satisfaction as Amy slid off her
panties her legs and dropped them on the floor.  She slid her hand between
her victim's thighs and was delighted to find telltale moisture escaping
from her cunt.  The fat bitch was getting turned on.  "You're hurting me,"
Amy complained as Karen shoved a couple of fingers into the girl's cunt.

   "I'm just checking to see if you're still a virgin.  Who took your
cherry?"

   "Does it matter?  Ow!  Don't!  I'll tell you!" Karen had just pinched
her other nipple and now both of them were sore.

   "Then tell me but first I'm going to warn you that I'm tired of having
to repeat myself when I give you an order or ask you a question.  I want
instant obedience to my orders and truthful answers to my questions.  If I
find out you've been lying to me about anything you'll be very sorry.  Do
we understand each other?"

   "Yes!"

   "Fine, now who took your cherry?"

   "Nick McCormick."

   "Nick McCormick?  Isn't he the second string quarterback?  That figures.
When?"

   "It was after the prom.  He took me to the prom."

   "So, you spread your legs and let him fuck you because he took you to
the prom, huh?"

   "It wasn't like that.  I liked him a lot.  I still like him.  We might
go steady this fall."

   Karen laughed.  "It might interest you to know that he's going steady
with your friend Megan."

   "Oh, well," said Amy as if she didn't care.  Inside she was seething. 
Megan knew she liked Nick.  The bitch should have left him alone.

   "It looks like I'm going to have to get you another boyfriend, someone
on the varsity perhaps?  How about Tyrone Washington?  He's the star
running back and I hear there are a dozen major universities that want to
recruit him."

   "Uh, I don't think so.  He's not my type," said Amy.

   "Why not," Karen demanded.  "Because he's black?

   "It's not that," Amy protested.

   "I think it is.  Did you know that Tyrone hates racist white girls?  He
likes to catch them alone and rape their lily white asses with his foot
long prick.  I think I'll tell him that you think he's not good enough for
you because of his skin color.  Would you like that?"

   "He wouldn't believe you," Amy declared.  She hoped she was right.

   "I guess you're right," Karen conceded.  "He'd probably ask you out on a
date just to make sure I was telling the truth.  Of course, when you
refused to go out with him, he might decide you are a racist and then
you're screwed.  If you did go out with him he might decide you're a racist
if you didn't put out for him and then you're screwed.  You're screwed
whatever you decide."

   "Please don't say anything to him," Amy begged.  The teenager never
thought of herself as a racist but the truth was that she was always
nervous around black people.

   "I'll have to think about that.  I won't say anything for now.  Has
there been anyone else fucking you since Nick?"

   "No," Amy whined.  She sure wished the bitch would get off the subject.

   "What about Barry?"

   "What about him?"

   "Have you thought about fucking Barry?"

   "No, of course not!  He's my brother."

   "So what?  Incest occurs in the nicest of families, even yours."

   "Not in my family," Amy averred.

   Karen laughed.  "Yes, in your family.  What if I told you that Barry and
your mother have been fucking each other?"

   "I wouldn't believe you.  That's disgusting!"

   "Nevertheless it's the truth.  If someone would have told you yesterday
that you'd be sucking my pussy today, would you have believed him?"

   "No," said Amy quietly.  She was having trouble believing the strange
things that were going on even now.  What if it was true?  That would
explain a lot.  Karen must have caught them fucking and was now
blackmailing them with who knew what kind of evidence.  No wonder she
seemed to have the run of the house.  "I don't care if it is true," she
added.  "I'm not going to sleep with my own brother."

   "I could force you into fucking anyone I want and you know it," Karen
declared.  "But to show you how I nice I can be I'll give you a choice:
Tyrone or Barry."

   "Neither," Amy exclaimed.  "If you don't leave me alone and get out of
this house I'm going to call the police and have you thrown in jail. 
Blackmail is against the law, you know." Someone had to take a stand Amy
thought.  If her mother and brother were both too gutless then it would
have to be her.

   "You're right," said Karen.  "Blackmail is against the law.  There's the
phone.  You'd better call them right away and file a complaint.  I won't
try to stop you from calling them.  I won't try to escape.  I'll still be
here when the police arrive."

   Amy just stared at the phone.  She had hoped to put a scare into Karen
and force her into leaving but Karen seemed to know that Amy was bluffing.
Not only was the teenager disgusted with her family but now she was
disgusted with herself.  "I'll sleep on the couch tonight and leave in the
morning," Amy declared.  "I don't want to stay a minute longer in this
house than I have to as long as you're here."

   "Oh, my goodness!  This is so sudden.  But where will you stay," Karen
asked affecting concern.

   "Unlike you, I have plenty of friends who'll be glad to have me stay
with them," said Amy.

   "What if I don't want you to go?"

   "You can't keep me prisoner here.  You may have something on my mom and
Barry but you don't have anything on me." Stupid bitch!  I'd like to see
her try and stop me.  She caught me off guard today but no longer.

   Amy was caught off guard again when Karen rolled over on her body and
pinned her down.  "Stop it!  You freak!  Get off me!" Amy struggled but to
no avail.  Despite having a weight advantage, Amy was unable to gain any
leverage to push Karen off.  Anger was mixed with fear.  She didn't know
what Karen had in mind but it was bound to be something unpleasant.  The
young coed wished she hadn't been foolish enough to challenge Karen without
having planned an escape first.

   Amy felt a tickling sensation at her neck.  Karen was trying to kiss her
there.  Well, she can kiss me all night the girl thought but it wouldn't
prevent her from leaving in the morning.  Too late, Amy realized what Karen
was doing.  The bitch was giving her a hickey!  "Stop it!  Please, stop
it!" The only girls seen with hickeys were the trailer trash.  If any of
her friends saw her with a hickey on her neck, Amy would lose face and
status.  She'd be ranked below the geeks!

   "The weather's kind of warm to go out in turtle necks, don't you think?
I just gave you one humongous hickey," laughed Karen.  "I'll give you a
dozen more before morning if you keep fighting me."

   "Please don't," begged Amy.  "I'll do anything you want." The poor
girl's spirit was broken.  Tears of shame and humiliation were streaming
down her cheeks but she barely whimpered when Karen positioned her crotch
over her victim's mouth and squatted.  Amy was doomed to repeat her
performance of earlier in the day.

   "That feels good," said Karen as she felt Amy's tongue lapping at her
vulva.  "Don't you dare stop until I tell you to stop.  Does it taste
different?  It should taste different.  Barry dumped two loads of sperm
inside me before I came in here.  Did you just stop?  I think you've just
earned yourself another hickey.  Oh!  That feels so good.  I'll forgive you
this time but if you stop again your neck and throat will have a polka dot
pattern all the way around.  I'm not surprised you don't want another
hickey.  They take so long to fade away, don't you think?  You can hide one
hickey pretty well with makeup but two or three or more?  You might as well
forget it.  You'll be lucky if that one disappears by the time school
starts.

   "You know, that since you're swallowing so much of your brother's sperm
I think it's only fair that you get the opportunity to have him fuck you.
No, don't try to thank me.  Just keep slurping on my snatch.  Don't worry
about trying to seduce him.  I already have Barry interested in your body.
Since he started fucking your mother he couldn't help but thinking of his
pretty sister in the same way so it won't be any trouble at all to get him
in bed with you.

   "I think tomorrow night would be a good time.  Tonight is too soon since
I wore out the poor dear and he wouldn't be able to do you justice. 
That'll give us enough time for us to find something nice and sexy for you
to wear for Barry.  We might even go out shopping tomorrow if we can't find
anything in your present wardrobe.  Oh, this is so exciting and fun. 
Probably, just like your first date.  You can't help but be nervous I'm
sure.  Just think, by this time tomorrow night it won't be my body you'll
be lying under but your brother's.  I'm just sorry I didn't get to you
earlier.  It would have been nice if he was the one taking your cherry."

   Amy listened as Karen prattled on and on.  Her tongue was sore and
aching but she didn't dare stop licking her tormentor's snatch.  The young
teenager was past mere humiliation.  There was no word to describe how low
she felt.  At the same time Amy began to fatalistically accept Karen's
domination of her.  There didn't seem to be any escape that didn't involve
the whole world becoming aware of her degradation.  She began to idly
wonder what it would actually be like to let her brother fuck her.  She'd
lied when she denied ever having sexual thoughts about Barry but she'd read
that it was a common feeling and nothing to be ashamed of as long as
fantasy wasn't carried over into reality.  The coed had been startled when
Karen told her she was swallowing her brother's sperm but not put off by
it. She wanted to know what prompted her mother to give into her own
fantasies.  Amy was surprised and more than a little relieved when Karen
finally lifted her body off Amy's face.

   "Thank you very much," said Karen.  "That felt yummy.  I'm sorry I can't
stay the night.  Barry might miss me."

   "That's all right," said Amy.

   "I'll trust that you won't try to leave without my permission.  You'll
be sorry if you do."

   "I won't," Amy promised.  Was there a choice?

   Karen had no intention of going back to Barry's room.  Instead, she made
straight for Lucy's room.  Lucy woke up when she heard the door open and
braced herself for another confrontation.  There was no way Karen was going
to reestablish her sexual dominance.  She felt the girl slide under the
covers with her and sighed deeply.  Lucy didn't try to pretend to be
asleep.

   "I hope I didn't wake you," Karen whispered.

   "It doesn't matter," said Lucy.

   "I'm sorry I yelled at you the other day.  Do you forgive me?"

   What is she after?  That was the main thought that ran through Lucy's
mind.  She knew she should really care even though the temptation was there
to tell her to fuck off.  Well, so far Karen had kept her promise not to
humiliate her in front of Amy.  Lucy thought she should be grateful for
that, at least.  "Yes," Lucy said finally.  There was no sense in causing a
scene if Karen wasn't starting one.

   "Thank you," said Karen.  "May I sleep in your bed tonight?  I promise
to behave myself."

   "I don't care.  But you have to get out when I wake up.  Amy never wakes
up before me."

   "Thanks.  I'll be sure to be out of your room before Amy is up." Lucy
felt Karen's kiss on her bare shoulder but the young girl didn't try
anything else.  Lucy supposed she should be grateful for small favors.  She
slept soundly until morning.



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   Chapter 10

   A slight wave of panic went through Lucy's mind when she realized what
she was looking at: the bottom of the tea canister.  The tea that Beth had
given her was almost gone, just enough for one more cup.  She was expecting
to run out but Lucy wasn't counting on this reaction.  Lucy imagined it was
the reaction of an addict when he realized his drug of choice was no longer
available to him.  Was there something in the tea besides herbs and spices?
Should she have it analyzed?  Lucy sighed and poured the water.  It had to
be her imagination.  She blamed it on the regret she was going through from
having cancelled further meetings with Beth.  Lucy shrugged her shoulders
and finished getting ready for work.  She left without seeing or talking to
anyone.

   Amy woke up hoping the previous night had all been just a bad dream. 
The soreness she felt all over dashed that hope.  It really happened.  The
teenager got up and looked in the mirror.  Her eyes started brimming with
tears when she saw the ugly red mark on her throat just above her left
collar bone.  It would take a lot of makeup to hide the hickey she was now
wearing.

   Despite Karen's warning Amy was entertaining thoughts of leaving the
house and not coming back.  Unfortunately, the only safe place she could
think of at the moment was back with her dad 3,000 miles away.  The pretty
girl didn't like the idea of being chased out of town by the likes of
Karen. There had to be a better way.

   Surely, Barry wouldn't do anything to his sister against her will.  It
was inconceivable that Karen had turned her brother against the family. 
The trouble was that Karen apparently wanted Amy to seduce Barry and she
knew her brother was unlikely to look a gift horse in the mouth.  When she
had the chance, Amy would talk to her brother alone and explain Karen's
plan to him.  She would get Barry to oppose Karen even if he was being
blackmailed.  The sound of the door opening startled Amy and she whirled
around to see her tormentor walk in.

   "Good morning, Sunshine," Karen chirped.  "I'm glad to see you're up. 
You have a big day ahead of you." The girl embraced Amy and kissed her
fully on the lips as if they were lovers.  Karen smiled to herself when Amy
didn't offer any resistance.  This was going to be easy, she thought.

   What a waste of time and effort it was to call in Beth.  In fact, it had
been a big mistake.  Karen didn't at all appreciate the games Beth was
playing, making it more difficult to control her slave.  Beth's subtler
methods were bogus anyway and it would be a cold day in hell before she
asked for that bitch's help or advice again.  Karen saw herself as an
expert in the art of intimidation.  Yeah, that's all she needed, a
practical knowledge in intimidating and then controlling her opponents to
get what she wanted.  Everything else was just bullshit.  Hell, Karen was
sure now she would have succeeded even without the blackmail.

   Well, the problem of Lucy continuing to see Beth had been solved.  Lucy
had been the one to quit Beth voluntarily.  That was a lot better than
ordering Lucy to stop seeing Karen's erstwhile mentor.  Karen's thoughts
were interrupted by Amy's whimper.

   "Please don't make me do this," Amy begged.  "I'm sorry I said the
things I said yesterday."

   "I don't give a shit if you're sorry or not," Karen declared.  "Stop
with the whining and just do as I say or I'll think of worse things for you
to do.  This isn't about what you said yesterday.  It isn't even about you.
It's about power."

   Amy nodded her head as if she understood but she didn't.  She already
knew it would be a waste of time pleading with Karen but she had to give it
one last try.  The only who might be able to save her now was Barry.  The
teenager had to speak to her brother alone but she doubted Karen would give
her a chance to do so.

   "Do you have anything nice to wear for your brother," Karen asked.

   "Uh, I haven't thought about it," Amy answered.  "I don't think Barry
will be that particular given the circumstances."

   Karen laughed.  "You're probably right.  Barry won't care how you're
dressed or undressed for that matter once he realizes he's going to have
his very own little sister as a fuck toy."

   Amy blushed in embarrassment and humiliation but smiled grimly.  There
wasn't anything she could do except cooperate.  She felt helpless and
vulnerable.  "Where's Barry now?"

   "What's the matter?  Can't wait to get into the sack with him, hmm?  Do
you want me to go get him now?"

   "N-no, I was just asking,"

   "Well, I'm sorry to say you're just going to have to wait.  He left just
before I came in here and he says he won't be back until after noon."

   Amy didn't know whether she should be relieved or disappointed.  Barry
wasn't around to be seduced but neither was he around to enlist his aid. 
She wished her brother had a cell phone.  He seemed to be the only person
on the planet who didn't have one and didn't want one.

   "Since Barry's not home I've decided to get out of here for a while.  I
haven't left this dump since Friday.  Care to join me?"

   "No, thanks," said Amy.  She didn't want to be caught in public with
Karen.  If she insisted Amy supposed she wouldn't have any choice but to
accompany her.

   "Fine," said Karen.  "I expect to see you here when I get back.  If your
brother gets back before me you'll keep your mouth shut about our little
surprise, won't you?  I'll be very pissed if you even try to talk him out
of fucking you."

   "You're so sure he'll want to go through with it, aren't you.  How does
he feel about it?"

   "I haven't asked him and yes, I'm very sure that he'll want to go
through with it," said Karen confidently.  Amy wished she was as confident
that Karen was wrong.  She loved her brother but she had the feeling that
Barry had developed the moral character of an alley cat.

   After Karen left Amy lay down on her bed and had a cry.  Crying about a
problem always made her feel better even if it didn't solve the problem. 
With that out of the way Amy took a shower.  Covering up her hickey with
cosmetics wasn't as big of a problem as she feared but to someone looking
close enough it was still visible.

   Gosh, she thought.  What if Barry goes ahead and has sex with me? 
Shouldn't I be taking precautions?  Amy wasn't on any birth control and she
knew that Barry wasn't responsible enough to think of using condoms.  The
sixteen year old had insisted on Nick wearing a condom whenever they fucked
even when she thought it was safe but in this situation Amy didn't have any
control.  She certainly didn't want to be impregnated and carrying her
brother's baby.  Well, it seemed they'd be taking their chances if it came
to that and Amy couldn't help but feeling she was doomed.

   That didn't stop Amy from carefully considering what she'd wear no
matter what happened.  Since it was going to be a warm day anyway, she
decided on a cute sundress she liked.  It was short enough to show off
plenty of thigh and low cut enough to show off plenty of cleavage.  She
knew Barry liked to see her wearing it.  That last thought bothered her a
bit but not enough to change her dress for something more conservative.

   Amy puttered around the house after dressing in order to keep her mind
off her predicament.  To do otherwise would just be too depressing and she
didn't want to start crying again.

   "Hey!  What's happening?" Damn, Amy's lookin' good, thought Barry.  He'd
just come in through the kitchen and into the living room.  Amy was sitting
on the sofa dressed in one of her sexiest outfits.

   "Uh, not much.  How about you?" Amy wished she could say a lot was
happening and it wasn't good but how did you bring up the topic of sex and
incest with your own brother?

   "Big zero," said Barry.  He wished what was really on his mind but how
did you bring up the topic of sex and incest with your own sister?

   "May I talk to you, Barry?"

   "Sure, just as soon as I talk to Karen."

   "She's not here."

   "She's not?" Cool!  Maybe my sister and I can have some quality time
together.  He felt his loins twitch when he sat down next to Amy.  Barry
would have liked nothing better than to have put his arms around his sister
and kissed her right then.  She was wearing one of his favorite colognes.

   "Is it true?" Amy didn't know how else to start the conversation.  They
had a lot to talk about and she didn't have any idea when Karen would
return.

   "Is what true?" Barry wasn't easily embarrassed but he could feel the
heat come to his face.  Karen had been gossiping, the bitch!

   "Is what Karen been telling me true, about you and Mom?"

   "I guess I could beat around the bush and ask you to be specific but I
won't try to bullshit you.  I seduced Mom in front of Karen and now Karen
is blackmailing us with a video tape of what we did."

   "But why did you two do that?  I just want to understand."

   Barry shrugged his shoulders.  "I can't justify what I did and I don't
think Mom can either.  We just got crazy.  Karen has a way of bringing out
the craziness in people.  I don't expect you to understand and I wouldn't
blame you if you cleared out of here and moved in with Dad."

   "I've thought about it but..."

   "But what?"

   "Karen wants me to sleep with you," Amy blurted out.  "I don't want to
but I'm afraid of her." She looked at her brother to gauge his reaction. 
She surprised herself by not bursting into tears.

   Barry shook his head in disbelief.  "Oh, man!  She got to you, too, huh?
I'm sorry, babe.  I really am sorry.  I'm really sick of Karen's shit. 
I've been out trying to do something about her today but I don't know if
I've succeeded yet.  Don't worry; she's not talking me into this."

   "How can you stop her from forcing you if she has this tape?  Also, she
threatened me if tried to talk you out of having sex with me."

   "I dunno.  I'll figure out something." Barry gave his sister a sheepish
grin.  "I just wish we'd thought about you and me doing it a couple of
years ago." He gently placed his hand on his sister's knee.  Amy covered
his hand with her own hand but didn't try to move it off her knee.

   "It would've been wrong then, Barry," Amy whispered.  "Just as wrong as
if we did it now."

   "At least it would have been our own decision," Barry responded.  He
began to lightly massage Amy's knee.  The young man was anxious to move his
hand up to his sister's thigh.

   "That's true," said Amy.  She wondered if she ever would consider
sleeping with her own brother by choice.  Barry leaned over and kissed her
on the lips.  Amy was startled at first but then started returning his
kisses with kisses of her own.  "We can't," she said but she didn't resist
when her brother's hands began roaming up and down her thighs.  "I'm not
protected," she added.

   "I'll be careful," Barry said.  He was close to grabbing the waistband
of Amy's panties and yanking them down but it sounded like his sister
already had a bad experience with Karen and he didn't want to scare her. 
He recognized the faint mark on Amy's neck as a hickey and he knew it
hadn't been there the day before.  Karen must have put her through hell the
night before although he hadn't heard a thing.  Barry always was a sound
sleeper.

   "Maybe when Karen is gone...  oh!" Barry was massaging her tits.  Amy
was afraid of being hurt because of her sore nipples but her brother was
being so gentle.  She could tell her juices were beginning to flow as she
got more and more excited.  Her brain was telling her body to get ready for
sex.

   "She's not here," Barry responded.  "She's not here ordering us around
but I can't say she didn't put the idea in my head." The young man could
feel his sister weakening as he continued to stimulate her senses.  He knew
what he was doing was very wrong but that was part of the attraction.  "I
love you, Amy," he whispered as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her
panties.

   "I love you, Barry," Amy declared as she allowed her panties to be
tugged off her hips and down her broad thighs.  Not another word was
exchanged as Amy's brother positioned himself over her body.  Amy felt her
brother's prick slide easily inside her vagina.  She wondered if she would
become pregnant by her brother.  She'd warned him that she wasn't protected
but he promised to be careful.  She would just have to trust him.  Wasn't
that what was done with the man you loved?  He certainly was a better lover
than Nick.  Amy felt the stirrings of an orgasm and suddenly she was
shuddering in ecstasy.  "I love you," she repeated.  Barry began to speed
up his pace and she knew he was going to cum inside her without considering
her safety.  She knew it was selfish of her brother but there was nothing
to prevent it now.  Barry grunted twice and Amy could feel his virile sperm
being shot into reproductive system.

   "Well, what a pretty sight we have here," said Karen.  The incestuous
couple knew they'd been caught but there was nothing to be done about it.
Barry still took the time to make sure every drop of his sperm was inside
Amy's vagina before finally pulling out.  "I wanted to be around to watch
but I saw enough.  You two make a beautiful couple," she added with a
smirk.

   "Thanks," said Barry.  "She's a lot better lover than you, too."

   "Liar," Karen responded.  At she's stopped smiling, thought Barry.  He
was thinking about a few more insults when the young man heard another
gasp, this one near the front door.  Lucy Wyatt was staring at her children
with her mouth agape.

   "Hey!  I had nothing to do with this.  I just got here myself," said a
triumphant Karen.

   Lucy didn't say a word.  She just turned around and ran from the house.



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   Chapter 11

   Lucy Wyatt wanted to die.  She just wanted to die.  After what she had
just witnessed there didn't seem to be any point to living.  She and her
family had been totally corrupted to the point of complete moral
degradation.

   The day had started badly and it just got worse as the morning wore on.
Lucy felt nervous and irritable.  She couldn't concentrate on her work
either.  The poor woman decided she was going through drug withdrawal from
something put in the tea.  She couldn't imagine the motive if that was the
case.  She was already a helpless pawn between Karen and Beth.  What more
did they want?  Lucy had plenty of sick time accumulated so she decided to
plead illness and go home early.

   She saw Karen walking up the driveway as she pulled on to her street and
Lucy didn't think anything of it.  She just hoped to avoid the girl and go
straight to bed.  When she walked into the living room and found her
children in an incestuous coupling Lucy saw her whole world dissolved into
shambles.

   The distraught woman in the beginning had tried to place all the blame
on Karen but it was now obvious Barry was no less guilty than his girl
friend.  Barry had obviously seduced his sister and with no assistance or
coercion from Karen.  Karen had been the provocateur perhaps but Barry had
certainly managed to take advantage of every situation to the benefit of
his libido.  Absolutely shameless!  There was no way he could explain away
his shameless behavior after taking advantage of his little sister.  Lucy
was no less hard on herself.  Wasn't she the most mature among all of them,
the authority figure?  Lucy knew that if she had acted her age and kept her
wits none of this would have happened.

   Lucy had been walking aimlessly for a while and finally looked up to
realize she was more than a mile from home.  She decided it was fortunate
she wasn't driving because she probably would have wrecked the car by now.
Not that she cared for herself any more but she didn't want anyone else
hurt or killed because of her inattention.  Lucy was walking in the general
direction of the college and decided to keep on walking that way.  Beth
lived in that direction.  She had to talk to someone and Beth seemed privy
to everything that had gone on so far.  There certainly wouldn't be any
risk in trying and besides, Beth might offer Lucy a cup or two of her
special tea.

   Doubts kept crowding Lucy's mind as she walked toward her destination.
Should she call first?  She wasn't even sure if Beth was home.  Would Beth
accept an appointment if Lucy called first?  Would Beth turn her away if
she just knocked on the door?  These and other doubts gnawed at Lucy's mind
but she knew she couldn't turn back.  She just couldn't deal with what was
going on in her home.  When Beth answered the door she didn't seem at all
surprised to see her.

   "Please come in, Lucinda and sit down.  Would you like some tea?  You're
lucky you've caught me home.  I've only been here a few minutes." Lucy sat
down while Beth walked in and out of the kitchen, talking about
trivialities without really expecting a response.  She seemed so efficient,
so confident and so beautiful.  Her life seemed so perfect while Lucy's was
a mess.  Beth seemed so in control.  Lucy had always thought she was in
control but it was all an illusion.  And those legs, Beth's beautiful legs.
How Lucy longed to touch them and caress them.

   "Mistress," Lucy suddenly blurted out.

   "Excuse me, Lucinda.  What did you say?" Beth had stopped in mid stride
while carrying in the tea service.

   "I said mistress." The middle-aged matron slipped from the chair to her
knees.  How right it sounded to Lucy's ears especially when addressing
Beth. u "Would you mind explaining yourself?" Beth sat down and poured
herself a cup of tea.  She didn't offer a cup to Lucy.

   Lucy sighed and tried to gather her thoughts.  "Karen said I was a
natural slave and that I longed to have a master.  She claimed to be that
master.  For a few moments she had me convinced that it was absolutely
true. I was absolutely amazed how easily I was persuaded.  Of course, I
resisted but the more things piled up on me the more I wanted someone to
take control of me and tell me what to do so I wouldn't have to think or
have any more responsibilities.

   "I finally decided that Karen was right but she was wrong, too.  I am a
natural slave but she is not my mistress." Lucy heart was pounding so
loudly she was sure Beth could hear it beating.  "I am a slave," she
declared.  "I am your slave." She reached out to caress Beth's leg but Beth
scooted her chair back.

   "I've not accepted you as my slave yet," said Beth calmly.  "Besides, a
slave must never touch her mistress' person unless given leave to."

   Lucy nodded.  There was so much to learn if she was lucky enough to
become Beth's slave.  To heck with her career and family.  The children
were old enough to take care of themselves.  They could have the house if
they wanted.  All that Lucy wanted to do was serve Beth.

   "Now tell me everything that has occurred since the beginning and leave
nothing out."

   Beth nodded and began to speak.  She remained on her knees since she
wasn't given permission to sit in the chair again.  Lucy told Beth the
facts from the moment she'd burst in on her son a week before.  God, it
seemed like a lifetime ago.  There was little Beth didn't know but there
were a few details she'd not been aware of and she asked clarifying
questions.

   It didn't take long in the telling but when she finished her narrative
Beth rose out of her chair and began to pace the floor furiously.  She was
clearly angry and disgusted because of what she'd been told.  Lucy would
certainly understand if Beth told her she wasn't even fit to be a lowly
slave.  Finally Beth said, "I never should have allowed things to go this
far." She seemed to be talking to herself.  Lucy wanted to ask Beth what
she meant but she knew slaves shouldn't speak unless spoken to.  Lucy
wanted to show Beth she could learn to be a good slave.  "You've had a
rough day," Beth said finally speaking to Lucy.  "I want you to go into my
bedroom and rest.  You may use my bed but you're not to leave until I come
and get you.  I have to make some phone calls and I don't wish to be
disturbed.  Is that understood?"

   "Yes, mistress," Lucy responded.  She rose from her kneeling position,
walked straight into the bedroom and closed the door.  Inside Lucy found a
very feminine but cluttered room.  She wondered if she should straighten it
up first but then decided that that would not be obeying her mistress.  The
older woman undressed and crawled under the covers of the rumpled bed.  It
was so exciting to be in her mistress' bed.  She hoped Beth would be there
soon to begin teaching her slave hood.  Lucy didn't she'd be able to rest
very well but she was soon drifting off to sleep.  She felt safe.  She felt
warm.  And the sheets were so soft and...

   Lucy didn't know how long she had slept but awakened when she heard the
bedroom door open.  One look told Lucy that things hadn't gone as Beth
wanted them to.  She appeared nervous and agitated.  Lucy began to regret
barging in on this young woman's life and trying to unload her own troubles
on Beth.

   "I apologize for letting this situation get out of hand," said Beth.

   "There's really no need..."

   "Quiet, please.  I want to explain something to you.  As I've told you
before Karen fancies herself a slave trainer but she doesn't have the
talent to be one.  I've tried to teach her but it's a waste of time.  She
can't grasp the concept that entering into erotic slavery is a voluntary
decision on the part of the slave.  She's certain to get thrown into jail
if she keeps this up.  The only thing I do is to train the person who is
already psychologically ready and willing.  If I have any doubts about a
person's suitability for slavery I warn my client so there aren't any
problems later on.

   "Karen's concept of slavery comes from fantasy novels and movies that
feature force and intimidation.  When I first heard of her plans for you I
thought I had time enough to throw roadblocks in Karen's path in order to
discourage her but I underestimated her and she moved much more quickly
than I anticipated.  I apologize for not acting sooner and I'll minimize
the damage done as soon as possible.  I'm afraid I've been distracted with
a crisis of my own.  You see, I've been experimenting around with
heterosexuality and I've just found out I'm pregnant." Beth turned beet red
and looked very ashamed of herself, sort of like a little girl who had been
caught doing something naughty.  To Lucy the woman suddenly looked very
human and fallible.

   "May I ask some questions?"

   "Yes, please," said Beth.  "I warn you, I don't much feel like a
mistress right now and I might wind up crying on your shoulder."

   "That's all right," said Lucy.  "Is Barry the one who impregnated you?"

   Beth looked stunned.  "H-how did you guess?  Barry doesn't even know
yet."

   "I spent the night in his bed recently.  I got to know his scent pretty
well.  I detected the same scent on your pillow and sheets.  It was an
educated guess."

   "A pretty good educated guess I would say.  I knew Barry liked me and I
liked him as a friend.  I had never before experienced sex with a male.  I
just didn't have the interest before.  But I was curious and I decided to
try it.  It didn't take much to convince Barry to sleep with me.  In fact,
he was all for it."

   "I can imagine you didn't have to twist his arm very much," Lucy
commented.

   "You're right.  Anyway, I made him wear a condom and I insisted on being
on top.  I even wanted to tie him up so he wouldn't grab me but he promised
to behave.  I didn't like it at first, I can tell you but I was intrigued
enough to continue experimenting with Barry all summer even up to this
morning.  Sometime along the way one of the condoms leaked and now I'm an
expectant mother.  A home pregnancy test gave me a positive reading and now
my doctor has confirmed it."

   "Are you going to keep the baby?"

   "Of course I'm going to keep the baby even if Barry doesn't want to
marry me."

   "You'd marry my son?" Lucy was aghast.  "I think that would be a big
mistake."

   "You think so?"

   "Definitely," said Lucy.  "I'd love nothing better than to have you as a
daughter in law.  In fact I fantasized about it when I first met you but
now I wouldn't wish Barry on any woman.  He's immoral and irresponsible.  I
doubt if he'll ever be able to support you and the child and he'll
certainly cheat on you."

   "You're probably right.  In fact, I sort of feel like he cheated on me
today when he seduced Amy.  You see, this morning I sort of told Barry I
loved him and we should get married."

   "Can Lesbians do that?"

   "Probably not," said Beth.  "I think I'm probably a latent bisexual,"
she added then laughed without humor.

   "I think you should know Karen has her own plans for Barry.  She's told
me she wants to have Barry's child and they've been having plenty of
unprotected sex.  What if she's pregnant also?

   "Then Karen and I shall duel to the death for the hand of the fair
Barry," Beth declared drawing and lifting an imaginary sword into the air.

   "Be serious," Lucy urged.  "I know from personal experience that Karen
is very dangerous and she won't take kindly to any interference with her
plans.  Besides, Barry seems very much taken with that girl."

   "Oh, I think the thrill is gone for Barry.  He was here this morning
asking me to help him get her off his back.  He said he would have dumped
her already except for that video tape."

   "There's that, too, "said Lucy.  "I'm sure she has that tape well hidden
and won't hesitate to use it if we kick her out."

   "It might be risky but I have a plan.  If it works you can go back to
having a normal life."

   "I don't want to go back to having that life.  A slave's life sounds
very attractive to me right now."

   Beth sat down on the bed beside Lucy.  "Listen to me.  I really think
you have good slave potential but I don't need a slave.  I need a friend
and an adviser.  I'm sure my child would appreciate two grandmothers to
spoil him, not just one.  Even if you don't officially become my mother in
law I'd like to think of you that way.  Are you with me?"

   Lucy sighed and smiled.  "Of course I'm with you, darling.  I think my
only regret is that I'll always have this unrequited fascination with your
legs."

   Beth laughed.  "Well, anything can happen between consenting adults."
The young beauty slipped off her shoes and stood up.  In a few deft moves
her skirt and top were lying in a heap on the floor and she was clad only
in her bikini panties.

   "Beth, you're so beautiful," Lucy gushed.

   "You think so?  Thanks!  I won't be this way for long and it's your
son's fault," Beth declared in mock indignation.  "I can feel changes
taking place inside me already.  Pretty soon I'll be bloated and ugly with
swollen ankles." She removed her panties and crawled onto the bed beside
Lucy.  "You'd better take advantage of my good looks while you can." She
kissed Lucy tenderly on the lips.  "Use your tongue to make me cum, slave."

   Lucy bent to her task but not before kissing and caressing Beth's slim
and lovely legs.  They felt so smooth and firm to the older woman's touch.
She would have spent the next hour admiring young blonde's legs but Beth
huffed with impatience, spreading her legs and directing Lucy's mouth
toward her pussy.  Beth obviously took the dominant role in even her
"consenting" relationships thought Lucy.  The older woman was all the more
eager to please surrendering easily to Beth's direction.  As Lucy used her
tongue to repeatedly bring Beth to orgasm she felt her own need to cum
building up but Beth kept her at her task and finally pushed her away when
it was obvious that Lucy was too exhausted to continue.  Lucy wondered why
Beth was being so mean but finally realizing that she was being given a
little taste of what it was like to be a slave.  A slave had to derive her
pleasure from pleasing her mistress.  A slave could not expect a mistress
to return the favor.  Maybe slave life isn't so attractive after all,
thought Lucy.



   ------

   Chapter 12

   "I feel like an addict after getting her fix," said Lucy as she sipped
her third cup of tea.  The first two cups had been greedily gulped down. 
"I hope I haven't become one."

   "Nonsense, Lucinda.  There are absolutely no addicting substances in my
herb tea blend," Beth assured her.  "I'm not surprised you became anxious
when you ran out of it considering the stress you've been under lately. 
After all, it was the only thing going for you that helped you relax after
you fired me.  You don't think I'd endanger my child with anything
addicting, do you," she added as she sipped her own cup of tea.

   "Of course not," said Lucy.  She shuddered to think what she might have
tried in order to have some sort of peace of mind.  "What about this
obsession I seem to have with your legs?"

   "That's where I cheated a bit using a simple fascination technique. 
Although all women use the technique both consciously and unconsciously to
display what they consider being their best assets I've been able to refine
the technique by using subtle suggestions.  I understand Karen tried the
same technique on you but it failed with subtlety not being her strong
point."

   "I was wondering what Karen was after when she wanted me to admire her
legs." Lucy smiled grimly.  It was about the only thing Karen tried that
didn't work on her.  "So, how do we get her to give up the tape and leave
the house?"

   "With hypnosis, of course."

   "Karen's not likely to sit still long enough for you to hypnotize her,"
Lucy argued.

   "That's true, but I have a bit of a head start with her."

   "How is that?"

   "As I've told you before I used to baby-sit Karen.  Even as a child she
was very difficult.  As early as high school I'd been interested in
hypnosis and had been doing quite a bit of reading.  I finally got to the
point in my studies where I wanted to have a practice subject and on a lark
I asked Karen to volunteer.  She was very young and thought of it as a
great adventure.  I confess that my ulterior motive was to make her go to
sleep when she was told to.  Eventually I was successful and was able to
put Karen to sleep with a posthypnotic command.  Her parents never knew how
I did it but it made me very much in demand as their baby-sitter.

   "When I graduated high school and started college I stopped baby-sitting
altogether but even then I kept contact with Karen.  In an unfortunate
lapse of judgment I told her what I was doing and agreed to train her when
she begged me to."

   "I understand that part," said Lucy.  "How are you going to hypnotize
her now?"

   "My posthypnotic command to sleep is still in her subconscious mind.  My
hope is that Karen will still respond to that command and fall into a
hypnotic sleep.  Once she's in the trance it should be no problem to
extract the location of the tape and any copies that might have been made."
Beth sighed.  "There's only one problem.  It's been years since I've
hypnotized her so it might not work."

   "What if it doesn't work," Lucy asked.

   "Then we go to Plan B," said Beth.

   "What's Plan B?"

   Beth smiled.  "I don't know yet.  Shall we go?"

   "What's so funny," Lucy asked when she noticed Beth suddenly start
giggling.

   "I'm certain you can't appreciate the humor in the possibility that all
four of us: you, Karen, Amy and I all being pregnant."

   "I certainly can't," Lucy declared.  Her mind reeled at the thought.  It
was definitely possible.  As far as she knew not one of the four women were
using birth control.  "I uh hope you're the only one who's pregnant," she
added.

   "Me, too," she said.  This time she wasn't smiling.

   Coming back to the house was like entering hostile territory for Lucy.
She was a stranger entering her own home.  The distraught woman wondered if
they even cared any more whether or not she returned.  Perhaps Barry and
Amy even resented having their sex games interrupted by her unexpected
intrusion.  Had they even worried about her when she rushed out the door?

   "Maybe it was a mistake coming back without calling first," said Lucy as
Beth pulled into the driveway.

   "I called when you were taking your nap.  They're expecting us," Beth
responded.

   Lucy shrugged her shoulders and got out of the car.  She wondered
whether she should ring the doorbell first even though she had a key.  The
apprehensive woman certainly didn't want to walk into any more surprises.
She didn't have to make that decision because the door opened before they
got there.

   "Welcome home, Lucy," Karen chirped.  "Hi, Beth.  Thanks for bringing
home our little runaway."

   "No problem, Karen," said Beth.

   "I'll take it from here," said Karen.  "I'll call you later."

   "Would you like to come in for some tea, Beth?" Lucy was glad she was
coached what to say.  She wouldn't have had the nerve to ask Beth without
first checking with Karen otherwise.

   "I'd love some Lucinda, thank you."

   "We're out of tea, Lucy.  Don't you remember?  Maybe some other time."
Karen sounded irritated.

   "Don't worry, Karen.  I brought more tea.  Just relax and I'll take care
of everything," Beth said in an assuring manner.  She pushed past her
former student and was inside.

   "It's really not convenient right now, Beth.  We were sort of having a
family conference." Karen was now acting hostile toward her former mentor.
Did she have some sixth sense about what they were going to try?

   "That's strange," said Beth.  "You're not part of the family and yet
you're in a family conference whereas Lucinda is part of the family and yet
not part of the family conference.  Have I missed something?  Have you and
Barry gotten married?"

   "Not yet but we will be."

   "Hey, that's news to me," said Barry as he walked out of the kitchen. 
"Hi, Mom.  Uh, I'm sorry about this afternoon.  It was all my fault.

   "We'll discuss it later, Barry," said Lucy.  "I'll start the kettle."

   "We're not having tea," Karen snapped.

   "It's still my house," said Lucy raising her voice.  "Beth is my guest."
The older woman could feel her pulse racing.  She wouldn't have been brave
enough to defy Karen without Beth being there.

   "It'l be your taped performance your bosses at the bank will be watching
if Beth isn't out of here in the next minute." Karen turned to glare at
Beth.

   "Well," said Beth.  "I certainly won't stay where I'm not wanted.  I'm
just curious to know how I've offended you, Karen.  I thought we were
friends."

   "I thought we were friends, too.  But you were just stringing me along
even though you promised to teach me everything you knew."

   "I tried to teach you but you weren't ready to learn certain
techniques."

   "Shut up!  I'm not finished.  You weren't teaching me what I needed to
know so I developed some of my own techniques and they're working fine. 
When you found out I didn't need you any more you started working against
me because you're jealous of me."

   "Jealous?  I'm not-"

   "Shut up, I said!  I know you and Lucy are planning something against
me. You wouldn't be here if you weren't.  In fact, I knew this fat old
bitch would run straight to you this afternoon and I'm not taking any
chances.  Now, get your lezzy ass out of here before I drag you out."

   Beth held up her hands in surrender.  "Okay, I'm going.  I'm sorry,
Lucinda.  I won't be able to help you after all." Lucy gaped at Beth.  Was
this woman going to abandon her without a fight after having built up her
hopes?  Lucy didn't want to face Karen's rage and revenge.  The distraught
woman was ready to run out the door again and this time she wouldn't be
returning.  "By the way, Barry," Beth added as she walked toward the door.
"If you have any hope of getting out of this mess you'd better do exactly
as I say."

   Barry only said, "Huh?"

   "What the hell are you talking about?  Get out of here," Karen yelled.

   "Grab her and hold her, you fool!" Whatever Barry's other faults were he
could at least follow a direct order.  He immediately grabbed Karen and
effectively pinned her arms against her waist.  Karen let out a
blood-curdling scream.

   "Let go of me, you bastard!  I'll kill you!" she threatened.  She
started flailing her legs and squirming while uttering more threats, this
time toward Beth.

   "What now?"

   "Just keep holding her," said Beth.  "You're doing fine." She reached
inside her handbag and brought out a phallic-shaped gag with Velcro straps.
Beth pinched shut Karen's nose and expertly inserted the plastic prick when
the girl opened her mouth to breathe.  "This model cuts down on the noise
quite a bit but still allows her to breathe," the dominant explained.  "We
don't want the little darling to suffocate but we can't have the neighbors
calling the police." She smiled at Lucy.  "Time for Plan B."

   "She can't tell us where the tape is if she's gagged," said Lucy.

   "That's not important right now," said Beth.  "Karen needs to realize
that she's no longer in control.  A little of my special therapy should do
the trick.  Go find your daughter."

   "I'm right here," said Amy from the stairs.  "I came down to find out
what the screeching was about.  Are you going to kill her?"

   "No, we're not going to kill her."

   "That's too bad.  Still, it looks like a lot of fun.  Anything I can do
to help?"

   "Yes, as a matter of fact.  You can take your brother's place in holding
her," said Beth.  "I'm afraid he's a bit too squeamish for what needs to be
done.  I guess you didn't make friends with Amy either, Karen."

   "You women are as crazy as Karen," said Barry as he relinquished his
hold on his squirming burden but not before Amy had taken a firm grip. 
Karen struggled some more but Amy pinched her nipple and the captive girl
immediately stopped.

   "This is definitely fun," Amy declared.  "Fight some more.  I want to
rip off your tits."

   "Lucinda, grab her leg like this," Beth instructed and Amy's knees were
pushed back against her tits.  "Barry, be a darling and pull off her shorts
and panties if you don't mind."

   Barry chuckled and in a matter of seconds Karen was naked from the waist
down.  He ogled his erstwhile girl friend and said, "Do you want me to fuck
her, too?"

   Beth suddenly let go of Karen's leg.  Karen immediately kicked out and
caught Barry in the chest.  The young man went flying backwards and landed
on his butt.

   "Damn!  Why didn't you warn me," Barry whined as he slowly picked
himself up.

   "I just did warn you.  Go take a walk, Barry," Beth ordered.  Barry
nodded.  They'd get no argument from him.

   "Try not to hurt her too much," he said and hurried out the door.

   "I'm sure you're wondering why I decided to help Lucinda," said Beth. 
"After all, what's in it for me?  Right?  Well, I'll explain it to you. 
I'm carrying Barry's baby." Karen screeched through the gag and kicked out
at Beth but the woman anticipated her and moved away.  She screeched again
when Amy pinched her nipple.  "I know you're upset but I didn't intend to
get pregnant and you're the one who suggested I sleep with Barry as a
little experiment.  Now that I'm expecting I've decided that Barry and I
should get married.  My parents are so pleased!

   "God knows, Barry is no prize but I guess I'm a traditionalist and I
want my baby to have his or her father around.  I know you're a poor loser
and you'll only make my life miserable trying to get revenge so I have to
do something I should have done long before this." Beth reached into her
handbag and brought out a nine inch dildo that was two inches thick.  "I've
shown you Little Willy before but I know you've never seen him in action.
Now, you'll get to feel him in action." Karen squeaked again but this time
in fear.  Tears started from her eyes and she made a mute appeal to Lucy.

   "Don't look to me for help," said Lucy.  She wanted to ask about the
tape but she didn't want to interfere with Beth.  She was actually starting
to be afraid of the young woman wielding that dildo.  Lucy certainly didn't
want that thing being used on her.

   "Shall we begin?" asked Beth to no one in particular.  "Hold her other
leg, Amy.  Karen will regret trying to kick me again but we don't want to
take any chances." She reached between the captive teenager's legs and
began to caress her vulva.  "You know, darling.  We've known each other for
several years now and during that time I've tried to treat you as a friend
and be your confidant.  I've tried to be your mentor.  None of that seemed
to enough and you demanded more of me.  When I became concerned about your
excesses and tried to make you see reason you viciously turned on me.

   "I now see the mistakes I've made in our relationship and I intend to
correct them now." Beth placed the tip of the dildo at the entrance of her
well-lubricated vagina and pressed in the first two inches.  Karen squealed
unintelligibly through the gag but Beth pretended to understand and answer
the unfortunate girl.  "Yes, you're being fucked now, darling.  Little
Willy is having his way with you." She shoved the rest of Little Willy deep
inside Karen's cunt.  Karen only groaned and continued to shed tears.

   "Oh, it isn't too big," Beth declared.  "I'm sure you can take it.  Stop
being a baby.  I know he's bigger than Barry but not that much bigger."
Beth began to move Little Willy in and out of Karen's cunt with a steady
motion.  "Excuse me?  I didn't quite understand that last statement," Beth
said in response to another of Karen's groans.  "Did you want to tell me
something?" Karen nodded her head and Beth said, "I'll have to take the gag
out but if you start screaming I'll have to put the gag back in and
introduce you to Big Willy.  You wouldn't want to meet Big Willy, I'm
sure." This time Karen shook her head emphatically.  Beth reached over,
loosened the strap and pulled it away.

   "Please stop," Karen begged once she could speak again.

   "My goodness," Beth exclaimed.  "Is that what you wanted to tell me? 
Well, that was a waste of time," she added as she put Little Willy back to
work.

   "I'll tell you where the tape is," Karen offered.  "I'll move out and
not bother anyone.  I won't try to see Barry again."

   Beth shrugged her shoulders.  "No, that isn't what you wanted to tell
me."

   Amy looked at her mom.  Wasn't that what you guys wanted?  her
expression asked.  Lucy's face betrayed no emotion.  She was tired of
trying to guess what anyone's motives were.

   "Please!  I don't know what you want," Karen wailed.

   "I just want to exercise Little Willy," Beth responded.  "I guess I was
wrong when I thought you wanted to tell me something.  C'mon, Karen.  Stop
playing dumb or I'll let Amy take over and I'm sure she won't be as gentle
as me."

   Amy could feel her heart start to race.  Could she be as cruel as Karen
or Beth?  Yes, I can the girl decided and gave Karen's nipple a
particularly hard pinch.  The teenager couldn't resist a grin when she
heard a very satisfying howl of pain out of Karen.

   "I'm a slave," Karen screeched.

   "Now, that's interesting," said Beth.  "I should have guessed that years
ago.  Your cries for attention were just you begging to be enslaved.  Whose
slave are you, Karen?"

   "I'm your slave, mistress."

   "That's correct, Karen.  You're my slave just as these other two women
are my slaves."

   "But I thought..." Lucinda interrupted.

   "Yes, Lucinda.  What did you think?"

   Lucinda blushed deeply.  She wanted to remind Beth that she expressed a
desire for a friend and mother in law rather than having another slave but
the excitement of enslaving Karen must have caused Beth to change her mind.
"Nothing," she said.  Lucinda looked down, afraid to meet Beth's eyes.

   "Then reaffirm your commitment to me as my slave," Beth ordered.

   "I am your slave, mistress," Lucinda declared without hesitation.

   "And you?" Beth was staring directly at Amy.

   Amy gasped.  What did she have to do with this?  Her fondest wish had
been to be free of Karen's tyranny.  Just when it looked like success was
at hand Amy was faced with a second tyrant.  This one seemed much more
formidable than Karen.

   "Let me make this clear to you," said her mother.  "You'll have to move
in with your father if you don't wish to be my mistress' slave."

   Amy couldn't believe her ears.  She was being given a choice: give up
her freedom or give up her home.  Not much of a choice.  The teenager
looked at Beth.  She was a beautiful woman with the loveliest legs Amy had
ever seen.  It couldn't be worse than with Karen.  Almost without thinking,
Amy heard herself saying, "I am your slave, mistress."

   Beth nodded without speaking.  Amy was easier than she thought.  Karen
must have done an excellent job in breaking down her defenses.  The three
women would start immediately with their training.  There was enough
training CD's to go around in the back of her car for what she wanted to
accomplish.  She wondered how their belly dancing lessons were progressing.

   The dominant woman wasn't sure about her plans for Barry after they were
married.  It might be fun to watch him breed her female slaves.  Oh, well.
That might be a story for another time.
   ------ The End ------