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 A Strict Mother Copyright 2002 by the wraith



   Legal bullshit: to read you must be 18 years or older!

   It was Monday afternoon, and I was drinking last night's leftover beers
with a friend, trying to forget my girlfriend.  I had four beers for lunch.
I was walking to my history class, and I spotted Rochelle Williams, the
homecoming-queen, and four cheerleaders standing beside my locker.  As I
was walking to my locker I heard Wendy Daily, the head cheerleader say "I
hate my mother I wish someone would just kill her so I could go on this
weekends skiing trip with Brad."

   I know if I was sober, I would of kept my mouth shut, but I wasn't, and
told the group, "Don't kill her let me train her to be my slave.  In a
months time I guarantee she'll be licking you toes, and asking YOU for
permission to go to the bathroom." I lustily, and very slowly looked her up
and down and said, "I think we can come to an arrangement."

   The five girls backed up, and just looked at me as if I was crazy as I
opened my locker and got my history book and left.

   I was sitting in history class when what I said came clearly to mind.  I
was going to jail.  I was an eighteen-year-old virgin and now I was going
to jail with no hope of getting laid before the cops arrived.  Not even a
hand-job from my last girlfriend.  Sure I ate pussy a bunch of time just to
keep Robin happy, but I can still hear all the complaints, "More to the
left!  No!  That's too far!  Harder!  Can't you do anything right.  That's
too hard." At times I was sure my ears were going to be ripped off.  Each
weekend I put up with that shit praying to get laid, but all I got was more
abuse.  She always had numerous excuses for why I couldn't have sex, a
blowjob, or even a hand job.  Finally after about four months of that shit,
I had enough, and I knew I'd never get into Robin's panties, and in the
middle of licking Robin's pussy, and listening to her numerous complaints,
I snapped.  I waited till she was just about to cum, and I stopped licking
her just seconds before she climaxed, I stood up, and I can still see the
surprised expression on her face as I grabbed her arm and dragged her naked
to the door.  I threw her pants and shirt at her, and yelled, "Get out of
my house you cock-teasing bitch!" She even complained all the way to the
door as I tossed her out.  I snapped on the porch light, hoping the
neighbors saw her naked as she struggled to put on her clothes.  I still
have her panties and bra tacked to the inside of my closet door.  I kept
them as a reminder of how wimpy I was, and vowed never get in that
situation again, but here I was two days later with woman troubles again.

   A week passed since I threatened Wendy's mother.  I finally relaxed as I
figured she propositioned me first and everyone else was an accomplice.  A
couple weeks after graduating from high school, I got a phone call from
Rochelle, but there was nervousness in her voice.  I decided to push her a
little.  "Yea right, the prom-queen calls me all the time, and asks me to
come over and visit."

   "I wasn't prom queen.  I was homecoming queen...

   "Excuse the hell out of me princess, I'm kinda busy right now.  Do you
really think I care..."

   "Why did I open my mouth, he's not impressed that I won some stupid high
school contest." P-p-please I really need to talk to you.  Can I meet you
somewhere?" "Please say yes, I need your help to save me from being driven
crazy by my mother." "I'm sorry about the prom queen thing, but please, it
will only take a couple minutes."

   "I can come over to your house right now if that's ok with you.

   "Sure that's ok." "Thank you!" she thought.

   "Ask me."

   "What?"

   "I'd like you to ask me nicely to come over to your house."

   "I can't beg, but I need his help." "Would you like to come over and
visit with me this afternoon?  Please, I'd appreciate it very much if you
would give some of your precious time and visit with me.  Uhm... was that
ok."

   I knew right then what she wanted.  If she would beg on the phone, what
will she do in person?  "Sure that was just fine Rochelle.  I'll be right
over.  Does this have anything to do with what I said to Wendy?"

   "I don't want to talk about it over the phone."

   "So... That is what you want to talk about, huh?

   "Please, just come over and we'll talk about it."

   "I'll be over in about five minutes.  I hope you remember what I said to
Wendy.  I'll expect more from you.  I thought Wendy was a babe, and you're
not Wendy."

   This was a dream come true.  I was going over to THE prettiest girls in
school.  I was thinking that I might loose my cherry to Rochelle.  "Hell,
who am I kidding I'm happy just to talk to her." I followed her directions,
and arrived at her house, and rang the bell.

   I knew Rochelle was beautiful, but seeing her again was breathtaking. 
She stood 5' 6" and had Brownish red hair, deep blue eyes.  Today she wore
a light purple tank top; loose white shorts, and even had on matching
purple lipstick.  She invited me in, and following her down the hall.  I
noticed her ass.  I hate to say breathtaking again, but it was.  It was an
ass that only a few lucky 18-year-olds are blessed with.  It took all my
will power not to squeeze a cheek.  She had noticeable panty-lines, and I
thought I'd have some fun.  "uhm, Ro I think you should wear a thong with
those shorts.  You have major panty-lines."

   "Oh my god!  I can't believe that he would say that to me.  Just keep
walking." Since she was fourteen men have been undressing her with their
eyes.  Rochelle walked in front trying to pretend he isn't looking at her
butt, but she was failing.  There was a tingling starting in lower stomach.
"I can't be getting turned on by his rude comments." She didn't say a word
as they entered the living room.  She sat down in the chair, and started
talking to relieve her nervousness.

   I noticed her blushing as she sat down in a chair.  This room was bigger
than my whole apartment.  I sat on the on the couch, and she started
telling me she wanted her mother to treat her like an adult, and let her
decide which collage to attend.  I couldn't believe this girl would tell me
about her problems, and her mother.  As she was telling me all this, I was
trying to figure out how big her tits were.  I was guessing C cups.  They
were a large handful.

   "He hasn't looked me in the eyes at all.  He keeps staring at my chest."
"Well can you do it, or not?" she had to get his attention off her bust. 
It took will power not to look down and see her hard nipples poking through
her bra.

   "What did I know about training a slave?  Until recently I was a sub,
but she doesn't know that." "You said your mother, Susan, is up for a big
promotion, and wants to use you as an example?  That being a single mother,
she has raised the perfect daughter.  Is that about right?  So would she
have a problem at work, if you changed into a problem child?  "

   "Yea.  The president of the company is a very conservative man, and Mom
almost lost all her accounts when dad left with his secretary.  He doesn't
like single women; he thinks they'll ruin the company's reputation.  Mom
made sure I was not a problem.  She became religious, hoping that would
sway her boss's decision.  It worked a little too well, now she thinks
everything is evil, and the devils work.  "

   "I can't finish this conversation here.

   "Why?  What do you mean?"

   "I think you have a hidden recorder, and you might be taping this.  Lets
go to your room, and finish this conversation."

   "Mom will kill me if I have a boy in my room!"

   "I have to go then.  I can't say anything that might get me arrested. 
I'm more worried you'll frame me, and I'm sorry you didn't want my help."

   "There is no tape!" Rochelle pleaded.

   "Your room or do I leave?"

   "I can't believe I'm thinking about taking this guy to my room.  I know
all he wants is to say to his friends is that he spent the afternoon in my
bedroom." Resigned to her fate Rochelle said, "Lets go"

   "Lead the way.  I like the view from back here anyway." I looked at her
marvelous ass on the way upstairs.  I bent over and was about 3 -inches
from her ass.  I was trying very hard to see up her shorts.

   As Rochelle entered her room she noticed her sleepwear, a t-shirt and
panties, on the floor, hurried over to pick them up.  "Shit!  I forgot to
put this in the hamper this morning.  I have to get them before he sees my
panties." Rochelle was very embarrassed that anyone saw her panties.  She
was eighteen and still her mother bought all of her underwear.  Rochelle
wore plain white cotton panties.  It took a lot of pleading with her mother
to get the size reduced to bikini style.

   She remembered in gym class in the ninth grade having to wear brief
style panties that came up over her navel, and how the girls made fun of
her large panties.  She cried, and cried when she got home.  Her mother
relented and let her buy a more flattering cut of panties, but always had
to be white cotton.  She made the mistake of buying a black satin pair of
panties.  Her mother grounded her for two weeks, and since that day has
bought every pair of panties Rochelle owned.

   Once at a slumber party all the girls were trying on a friend's mother's
sexy lingerie.  This was the first time Rochelle ever pulled on a pair of
sexy silky panties.  The girls were laughing and joking, as they played
dress-up.  Rochelle selected a vibrant bright blue pair of satin and lace
panties with a matching bra, which left her nipples exposed.  The bra was a
couple sizes too big.  Rochelle was staring in the mirror in the bathroom.
She locked the door, and stared at her reflection.  She noticed for the
first time how beautiful she was.  "I look like a Playboy bunny" She stood
there looking, and thinking about being a centerfold model, and millions of
men looking at her naked body.  Rochelle started to get excited.  She let
her right hand caress the satin panties, fondling the silken material
pushing the fabric between her labia, faster and faster her right hand
traveled over her cunt.  That was the first time she ever used that word.
Even thinking the word was exciting.  "Her cunt!  Her wet cunt!  Her
throbbing wet cunt!" Her left hand was pulling and twisting her hard
nipples, her right hand was now inside her panties with two fingers pumping
in and out, as fast as they could, and her thumb was putting steady
pressure on her clit.  Rochelle kept thinking dirty words.  She didn't even
realize she was talking out loud.  "My hot dripping wet cunt!" she
screamed, "AAHHHHHHH!!!  as she climaxed for the first time in her life. 
She came hard and prolonged.  The experience left her drained.

   Rochelle gained her senses again, and was mortified how wet the borrowed
panties were.  "How can I hide this stain?  She took off the wet panties.
Looked around for a hiding place, and threw them in the hamper.  Wrapping a
towel around her lower body, She opened the door and there were her four
friends right outside the door.

   "My hot cunt?  Are you nuts to beat-off in my mom's panties?  Where are
they?  Go get them so they can be washed before my mom comes back!"

   Rochelle reluctantly fished the wet panties out of the hamper, and tried
to hand them to Wendy.  "Eww!  I don't want to touch those nasty panties!
Throw them in the laundry basket in mom's room and we'll wash all the stuff
we used."

   The other girls were laughing, and saying the things they heard, "OH! 
My cunt!  OH!  Its so hot and wet Ohgod!  I'm gonna cum!" then the horrible
laughter from four giggling girls.  Rochelle thought her fantasy was
private, and wanted to die right there!  She ran down the hall crying.  In
the bedroom, changed into her own clothes as fast as she could.  She was
leaving!  But some well placed threats, kept her there, and she tried to
forget the rest of that degrading night, and all the twisted things her
friends made her do.

   All the humiliation of that night returned as she noticed her panties on
the floor.  She rushed over and gathered up last night's discarded
sleepwear.

   We went to her room, and as we entered "Leave them!" I said.  Ro turned
around still holding her panties and t-shirt.  "Hand them to me." She
reluctantly put her dirty underwear in my outstretched hands.  I tossed the
shirt in the corner, and folded the white cotton panties and put them in my
pocket.  "You don't mind do you?  I'll take a closer look at them later."
her face was so red I thought she would explode.

   Rochelle stood blushing and stunned as she watched her panties being
folded and put in his pocket.  She could not answer his question.  She was
not prepared for his asking her to disrobe so he could see if any hidden
microphones or cameras were concealed under her clothes.

   "You will have to remove your shirt so I can be sure you are not wired."

   "I can't do that!

   "I'm sick of your games.  Either you remove your clothes or I'm leaving.
Which will it be?" I saw her hesitation, and the start of her willingness
to obey.

   She would not answer, but reached and started to pull up the Light
purple tank top.  Her mother raised the perfect submissive daughter. 
Rochelle was now willing to follow any orders given to her, and she thought
from the smile on Billy's face, he knew it to.  Rochelle just stood there
in her bra waiting for his instructions.

   Billy was stunned as her toned stomach came into view.  Her stomach had
a light six-pack, not an ounce of flab anywhere on her.  She was not
muscular, just toned and sleek.  He was in heaven as her bra came into
view, and Rochelle dropped her shirt on the floor.

   "The shorts." Rochelle unsnapped her shorts, and the shorts being loose
fell to her ankles.

   Billy was about to cum in his pants just looking at Rochelle standing
there in her plain unflattering white cotton bikini panties and equally
plain white cotton bra.

   It should have been easy to say take off your bra, but it was difficult
to move his jaw to say anything.  Just looking at Rochelle in her underwear
was so much better than looking at naked supermodels on the net.

   She was pushing down her panties, before Billy even noticed he said
anything.  Her body was spectacular.  There was not a blemish on her fair
skin.  Her body proportion was ideal, like god made her special.  The
coloring of her nipples was one shade darker than her rosy areolas.  Her
bush was a little fuller than expected on an eighteen-year-old girl, but
was neatly trimmed, and was just a little more red, and was slightly
darker, than her long flowing locks.

   Billy was slightly embarrassed as he asks her to lie down on the bed. 
"I want to taste you." He had to try.

   "I wont have sex with you, you can look, but not touch." Rochelle was
worried now, but was still following directions.  Rochelle was so nervous,
as she lay on the bed.  The thoughts, and sexual energy was running rampant
through her.  She kept her knees tight together, praying her would not
notice her juices.

   "I just want to taste you.  I think you might enjoy it.  Now lie down!"
Rochelle lay down, and was instructed to slide back down and keep her feet
on the floor.  She was nervous as his thumbs were pushed between her knees,
and he very slowly parted her legs.  She struggled to remain calm, as he
looked intimately at her body, but when her legs were placed on his
shoulders, she could not find the words to say no, and she tried to
convince herself that she wanted to have oral sex for the first time.

   He used both thumbs to spread her lips, and started to lightly lick,
first up the left lip, and then down the right.  He used hardly any
pressure; Just the lightest touches from his tongue.  On the third circle
he noticed her hips barely moving to make better contact with his tongue.
The next couple passes her hips were now trying to force him to make
contact, they moved with the light caressing circles his tongue made.  Her
moans were increasing in volume, and then he stabbed his tongue inside her
pussy six times hard and fast, and returned to the gentle caresses.  Over
the next 45 minutes he used every trick Robin taught him.  She came three
times and on the last one, she passed out for a minute.

   Rochelle never experienced the thrill from oral sex, and when he
suggested it she thought she would receive no pleasure from it.  Like
loosing her virginity at a summer keger.  She lay there passively as his
face moved between her legs.  Then started as his thumbs spread her
womanhood.  The light caresses from his tongue were weird at first, but not
all that pleasurable, then her clit began to demand some attention, but he
skipped over it every pass.  She tried to make him touch her clit, but
again he skipped over it.  When he finally flicked her with his tongue, she
finally knew the pleasures of oral sex, and was now hooked for life.  Her
first orgasm has to be the best thing she has ever felt.  She thought that
was the end, but he switched from light caresses, to pulling her clit, and
using his fingers and thumb to rub her clit a little harder, but never
hurting her.  That orgasm was a little better than the last, but when his
two fingers curled like a fishing hook and rubbed something he called a
g-spot, and the tongue on her clit, she could not handle all the pleasure
and blacked out during her third climax.

   When she was able to see again, she noticed him wiping off his face. 
She thanked him for a wonderful afternoon, and moved off the bed.  "I hope
this makes up the wonderful afternoon.  Rochelle unsnapped his pants, and
pulled out his hard cock, and lovingly kissed it.  This was not her first
blowjob, but this was the first she initiated.  She licked up the hard
length, and licked the head.  She gave it her all, and when the time came
she tried to swallow.  She gagged a little, but was happy with the results.
She wiped off the dribbles on her chin, and looked up smiling.

   "Yes!" he could not believe Ro was actually going to give him a blowjob.
The afternoon was better then he ever could imagine.  The blowjob turned to
sex, and the shower after turned to more sex.

   It was two weeks later.  Rochelle explained every detail of how her
mother abused her trust, and made her life a living hell.

   "I'll tell you my plan, and we'll get your mother off your back, and on
hers.  I promise I'll make her pay!  The things I'm gonna do to her..."

   They made plans and completed the details.  They made sure her mother
noticed them together, and did small thing that would ensure her mother's
cooperation, when the time came, and tonight was the night.

   Her mother was coming in the front door and was in for a life changing
night.

   Her mother had a hard time adjusting to her new life...

  
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