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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS
only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.
If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state that prohibits such
behavior, stop reading immediately!!!
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Late for Dinner
Chapter 2: The Junior League

Kathy jumped in the car as soon as it came to a complete stop in front
of the school.  “My, you’re excited,” her mother smiled.

“It’s Junior League night, Mommy!” Kathy exuded as she kissed her cheek.

“Oh, I almost forget how much you’ve been looking forward go going to
Junior League with me,”  Mommy tried to act interested while stifling a
yawn.  After all these years, giving blow jobs for charity had become a
little ... routine.

Perhaps having Kathy as a partner would liven thing up, she thought.
After all, her daughter was a straight-A sex-ed student and three time
winner of the school’s tightest pussy contest.  And the Sanders raved
after winning her for a weekend in the pep club’s raffle.

Maybe the kid could teach the old lady a few tricks, she chuckled to
herself.

Becky was euphoric.  She was finally going to see mom in action with
someone other than Daddy or her little brother Billy and his pimply
friends.  Maybe someone would even, dare she hope, “make” them do it
with each other.

“Can we stop at the costume shop and get matching outfits, Mom?”

“I’m not sure what the theme is.  Gladys said it was ‘French maid’
night, but Phylis said the committee had a last minute request for a
special fantasy from one of the big donors, so I don’t know.

“Anyway, we have a ton of matching outfits at the clubhouse.  We’ll look
great.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Oh, I almost forgot, how’s you’re pussy feel?  You were on Daddy’s new
dildo for a long time last night.”

“I’m a little sore. But we did gang bangs in class today and it was
okay.  Anyway, I can’t wait to try that Spanish fly cream you’re always
blissing out about,” Kathy teased.

“They don’t always let us use that, Dear.  Sometimes the customers are
in the mood for something a little ...  different,” Mommy’s voice
trailed off.  She didn’t want to scare her daughter, especially after
she had spent the previous evening impaled on a silver phallus twice as
thick as her father.

“How was that new lubricant? Did it really give you menstrual cramps?”

“Couldn’t you tell, the way I was screaming before I passed out?” Kathy
giggled, then added seriously, “they won’t make us use that stuff
tonight, will they?”

“I doubt it, it was just a sample I got in the mail.  And, after all,
you were late for dinner, young lady.”

“I know, Mommy. I’m sorry.”

The Junior League’s charity brothels were always a mob scene, with
hordes of men, boys, and couples anxiously waiting to buy a piece of
“the high price spread.”  But the money they raised was used to pay for
breast augmentations and plastic surgery to improve the lot of plain,
underprivileged girls who otherwise might not be able to make a living
with their bodies.

“What’s Becky doing tonight?” Kathy asked as they pulled into the
parking lot.

“Oh, she was so cute.  She came into the bedroom while I was waxing my
pussy, put her hand between my legs and cooed ‘oh, Mommy, you’re so
smooth’.  Then she asked ‘can I come with you and Kathy tonight?’ in
that pouty little voice of hers.”

That little cunt, Kathy thought.  How dare her little sister feel up
Mommy before she had a chance to make her move!  Kathy hoped there was
some of that new lubricant left, because she was going to give the
freckle-faced brat a fist-full when she got home.

“What did you tell her?” Kathy tried not to hiss.

“Well,” Mommy chuckled as she parked the car and turned off the engine.
“I told her she wasn’t old enough to be turning tricks yet and promised
her we’d do a girls-only night with just the three of us next weekend.”

She put her hand on her daughter’s thigh, then leaned over and gave the
surprised girl a deep, French kiss.  “Won’t that be nice?

“Anyway,” Mommy freshen her lipstick, “Daddy’s going to give her a ride
on his new dildo tonight to help her get ready for her masochism final.

“Oh, did she tell you she’s going to play the lead in the school’s
production of The Story of ‘O’?” Mommy chirped as she opened the car
door.

“Wait  a minute, a red-headed ‘O’?  ‘O’ was a dark-haired French girl?”

“Some hair dye and stage makeup and your sister will do just fine.
Anyway, she won’t have to act during the anal sex scenes -- she hates it
as much as you and I do.”

“God, I know.  And our ‘dear’ brother just loves doing it to her just to
hear her scream.”

“Your Daddy’s the same way.  Did I ever tell you he didn’t even put it
in my pussy until a year and a half after he bought me?”

“Mommy!  Really?  Wasn’t Daddy your first?”

“Uh huh, I was a year younger than Becky.  My parents died in a car
crash.  They didn’t have insurance, so the court took me out of convent
school and put me up for auction.  I was so lucky.  Daddy may be strict
and his dick hurts like hell, but he takes good care of us.”  She opened
the door and groped her daughter’s pert ass as they went inside.

Kathy giggled.  “So, if Becky’s in the saddle, what’s Billy going to
do?”

“He’s going over to the Johnson’s.”

“But Mrs. Johnson hates him because he always pees in her mouth when she
subs for his sex-ed teacher.”

“I know,” Mommy said with a sigh. “ But Carol’s been very bad, so Mr.
Johnson’s giving her to your brother for the weekend.  He went all
around the neighborhood this afternoon collecting everyone’s lubricant
samples.  He was getting Grand Dad’s old branding irons out of the attic
when I was leaving.”

“Ouch! Poor Carol.”

“It serves her right,” Mommy said with a little snip in her voice. “She
can’t seem to get it though her head that boys will be boys.”

They were at the registration table. “Now, Kathy, you do realize that
once we sign in we can’t change our minds.  We belong to anyone whose
willing to pay and for us and we have to do everything they say, no
matter what.”  She pressed a finger against her daughters lips, then ran
it down her chin and between her breasts.

“Yes, Mommy,” Kathy was delighted by the attention. Mommy was always
timid and subservient with her father and submitted passively when Billy
and the neighborhood boys decided to play.  This new, aggressive side
was interesting indeed.

Kathy fondled Mommy’s breasts.  She wanted her and she wanted her now!
Surely someone would want demand to see the two gorgeous look-alikes
make love to each other, especially since they were already hunching
like a pair of sex-starved lesbians.

They were in the main room now.  Several girls Kathy knew from school
were there with their moms.  She even saw Kim, the little virgin she had
held down yesterday while the coach inserted a starter butt plug into
the freshman’s resisting ass.

It was announced that Kim’s dad had donated her and her equally petite
mother for the door prize -- some lucky ticket holder would get to take
the tiny two home for keeps.

“May I have your attention, ladies.”  It was Phylis, the madam for the
evening.  “I have a very exciting announcement.”

The room hushed.

“One of our favorite civic clubs has purchased all of you for the entire
night for $100,000!”  The room erupted in wild cheers and applause.

“I want to thank the ladies and gentlemen of Titan Club for their
generous donation and know you’ll everything possible to make this a
memorable evening for everyone!”

“Oh, no, not them!” Mommy went pale.

“What’s wrong, Mommy?”

“That’s Grand Dad’s old S&M club.  The one that turned down Daddy.”

“Turned down, why?”

“He’s not big enough!” Mommy cried.  “Grand Dad’s dildo is the Titan’s
emblem.  Men have to be at least that big to even apply for membership!”

“What do women have to do?” Kathy gulped.

“You don’t want to know.”

As always, Kathy tried to look at the bright side.  “Maybe it won’t be
that bad, Mommy.  Didn’t you tell me that with enough Spanish fly cream
in your pussy you could take a horse?”

“Well, that’s right, but --”

The madam cut her short. “And the Titans have requested we all use a
brand new lubricant tonight.  You may have gotten a sample in the mail
this week.  It has a special ingredient that gives you menstrual
cramps!  Doesn’t that sound like fun?

“So, mothers, help your daughters into their black stockings and garter
belts, slip on your high heels, and snap on those nipple clamps.  Then
line up to be fitted for slave collars, and wrist and leg irons.  Does
anyone need a last minute waxing or enema?

“Come on, Junior Leaguers, let’s have some fun!”

Kathy and Mommy bolted for the door.  Their escape was blocked by four
security guards.  The unsmiling men reminded them that if they failed to
live up to their agreement they’d spend the next ninety days servicing
trustees at the county jail.

Late for Dinner
Chapter 3 - Party Poopers

Someone was groaning.  The muffled sound woke Kathy.  She moved to wipe
something from her eyes and realized her arm was asleep and was stuck in
.... something.  She tried to pull free and -- there was that sound
again! It was Mommy’s voice and Kathy’s arm was buried up to the elbow
in her ass!

She wiped her eyes clean with her free hand and took in the scene: it
was morning and they were still chained to the bed in their room in the
Junior League brothel.  Mommy was blindfolded and there was a ball gag
in her mouth.  Her face caked with dry cum, her breasts covered with
cigarette burns and teeth marks, her butt criss-crossed with red welts.

Kathy tried to withdraw her fist, but Mommy’s grip was too tight.  All
it did was make her groan, again.

“And how are you ladies doing this morning?”  It was Phylis, the Junior
League’s acting madam.

“Not too good,” Kathy stammered.  “My arm’s caught in Mommy’s ass and I
can’t get it out!”

“Oh dear, that is a problem.  She must be having a muscle spasm,” Phylis
said as she undid the gag, unleashing a long, low moan followed by
coughs and gasps for air.

“We’ve got to get her to relax, Kathy, or,” Phylis tried unsuccessfully
to choke back a giggle, “or, you’ll go through life with a life-sized
hand puppet.”

“Phylis, you’re a bitch,” Mommy spat, trying to catch her breath.  “This
is serious!”

The doorway was beginning to fill with laughing Junior Leaguers and
their daughters.  Flash bulbs popped and video cameras rolled.  “I can’t
wait to tell my husband, this is so funny,” someone cackled.

“You’ve got to relax, dear, or it won’t come out.”

“I hate anal sex and that’s all those sons of bitches wanted to do last
night!”

“That’s only because you ladies tried to run away.  Otherwise, you
wouldn’t have had to entertain all those big ol’Trojans with your little
poop chutes,” Phylis scolded.

“Yeah, thanks to you two, my daughter only got to give one blowjob and
wasn’t whipped once!” A woman at the door snapped. “Party Poopers!”

“That’s right,” said another.  “If you two hadn’t passed out, the rest
of use wouldn’t have gotten any attention at all.”

“You ladies go on, get out of here,” Phylis shooed the Junior Leaguers
away.  “Kathy, how can we get your mommy to relax?”

Kathy thought for a minute, then said “I’ll take care of it.”

Kathy began to stroke the impaled woman’s pussy, “don’t worry, Mommy,
everything will be okay.”

Kathy buried her face in Mommy’s womanhood, its dryness soon gave way to
a flood of ecstasy. She used her sex-ed training to turn the groans of
agony into screams of delight.  Then -- pop! -- out came her arm.

“There we go, all better,” Phylis chirped.  “Now, you girls get your
clothes on.  The party’s over.”

Kathy kissed Mommy tenderly on the lips.  “Let’s go home, you old Party
Pooper.”



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