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"Bitch Whore"
By Phil Phantom
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John waited until the house was quiet, then eased out of his sick
bed and drew on a pair of thin PJ bottoms. His sisters had gone off
to school and his mother had just left for work. With any luck, his
sexy Aunt Joy would still be sipping coffee in her maddeningly
brief terrycloth robe. With better luck, she'd be naked under that
robe.
John eased down the stairs and saw her as he rounded the corner. He
was in luck. He smiled weakly as she looked up, then took feeble
steps toward the chair that might give him a good beaver shot. As
he pulled the chair out to place it at a good viewing angle at the
corner, Joy said, "You can stop the act, now, John. She's gone."
John plopped down in the seat and smiled. "How'd you know?"
"I've been around. I was married for twelve years to a man who had
three boys. I raised all three through their teens. I know when I'm
being stalked for seduction."
John reacted with feigned shock, started to defend his motives,
then smiled bashfully and said, "I guess I'm pretty obvious, huh?"
"I'll give you credit. At least you came down with something on."
"I guess you think I'm pretty pathetic, don't you?"
"Pathetic? Hardly. I'm quite impressed. You're very good. You have
natural abilities. You know just how subtle to be, yet you get your
message across loud and clear. Women like that in a seduction. We
hate crude grabbers or foul-mouthed mashers, but we especially hate
having to guess at a man's intent. Any sixteen-year-old with
twenty-four notches on his bedpost already knows that."
"You know what those mean?"
"Of course I know. Your mother knows too."
"MOM Knows?"
"Yes, and she brags about her stud son. She brags to me, anyway."
"No kidding? Mom knows and she thinks it's cool?"
"She wouldn't let you keep carving up a three-hundred dollar
headboard if she didn't, now would she?"
"Wow! I wondered why she never said anything. Man, that is so
weird. Mom knows, huh?"
"Yes, but we're both curious. Do you make a notch each time you get
laid, or each time you make a new score?"
"They each represent a new score. I don't count the same girl
twice. If I did that, there wouldn't be any headboard left."
"She'll be thrilled by that news. I said you counted fresh kills;
she was sure you were counting fucks."
"Aunt Joy! I never thought I'd hear you say the 'F' word."
"Can't you say fuck? You came down here to fuck me, but you can't
bring yourself to say the word in front of me? You disappoint me,
John."
A deep flush swept over John. He sat up straight and said, "I'm not
afraid to say fuck in front of you. I'm just trying not to be
crude. I'm still trying to seduce you, or can't you tell."
"I see your erection. If you ask me, posturing your erection like
that is more crude than saying fuck."
John slumped and crossed both hands over his hardon. He gave her a
sheepish smile and said, "Sorry. I guess that was pretty crude."
"You're good, John, but you have a lot to learn about seducing
adult women."
"Oh yeah? Three of those notches are adult women, and one was
fifty-five."
"Yes, and I'll bet they all seduced you."
"Well, not the last one. I went after her, and I got her by showing
her my hardon."
"Do I know her?"
"You don't know her, but you've seen her. She's that blond across
the street."
"Babs The-Boob? I'm impressed, but trust me, she seduced you. You
just didn't know it. It's like with me. I've been seducing you
since I arrived last month. You think you've been seducing me,
don't you?"
John grew a big smile as he said, "You're trying to seduce me?
Really?"
Joy casually untied her robe belt and sensuously let the robe fall
from her shoulders. She pulled the loose flaps away from her naked
body, then opened her legs, bit her lower lip, and stroked a
painted nail through glistening, wet, shaved, pussy lips, purring,
"Yes, John. I am seducing you."
John's eyes grew big as his face lit up. Before him sat a long-
haired brunette right from the centerfold of Hustler magazine. He
yanked his PJ's down as he got to his feet, saying, "Fuckin' 'A'!"
John advanced, pumping his pre-cum weeping cock toward it's target,
saying, "I knew you'd have a great bod, Aunt Joy. Man, what a
pussy! And tits! Fuck, man, those are what I call jugs. Those are
the kind you can fuck! Shit, man, this is great."
John moved between her legs in a low squat as Joy pulled her lips
apart to show him the target. John ran his bulbous cockhead in the
pink wetness before centering his dick at her hole, saying, "You
have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you, Aunt Joy."
As soon as he went to drive his dick home, Joy straight-armed him
with a palm to his forehead. The force sent him back on his ass.
With a look of total shock and frustration, he cried out, "What the
fuck did you do that for?"
"You are not playing in this vaginal amusement park until you come
up with the price of admission."
"WHAT! You want me to pay you? I don't pay for pussy, no way, not
even for your pussy."
"I don't want your money, John Boy. There's just something you have
to do before you can have me. After that, you'll have a season pass
for all the E-ticket rides in Aunt Joy's amusement park.
Interested?"
John struggled up and pulled up his PJs with a jerk. He was still
pissed, but he still had a hardon. Joy was still playing with
herself and offering him a most provocative view of her sexy body.
He sat with his eyes focused on her fingers as they toyed with and
delved into delightful pink wetness. He watched for a while, then
said, "Okay, I'm interested."
"Before you can fuck me, you have to fuck your mother, and I have
to catch you fucking her."
"Well, forget it then. There's no way."
"If there was no way, I would never have made that condition. I
want your cock twice as badly as you want my pussy."
"You sure don't act like it."
"You're getting all the pussy you want. I haven't had a stiff cock
in over a month. In case you didn't know, I'm your whore aunt. If
I go a week without a cock in me, I go through withdrawal." John
giggled. Joy said, "It isn't funny, John. I want that beautiful
cock of yours so badly I could suck off a dog in the middle of the
street."
John smiled and pulled his dick out. He stroked his nine-inch staff
proudly, displayed it crudely, and said, "I'd like to see you do
that."
"I've done it. I didn't do it in the street, but I've done it all
over my house--sucked it and fucked it."
"No shit. Man, you really are a whore, aren't you?"
"Yes, and everybody knows it."
"I didn't know it."
"Yeah, well, you haven't seen that much of me. Your mother and I
haven't been that close most of these years. She doesn't exactly
like to advertise the fact that her older sister is a son-fucking,
dog-sucking whore."
"You fucked your son?"
"Stevie, Brad, and Mickey. I fucked Mickey when he was eight. Of
course, you know, they're step-sons don't you?"
"Yeah, but they're like your real kids. I mean, they all called you
Mom."
"They still do after the divorce, and little Mickey is in the Army,
now."
"Man, that's neat. So, how come I gotta fuck Mom before I can fuck
you?"
"Because, I can't afford to screw up until you do. Right now, I'm
on my own with nothing. You probably don't know this, but your
Uncle Jack caught me riding Mickey's cock right before he went off
to the Army. The trouble was, Rover was on my back, fucking me in
the ass at the time. Jack took a picture and mailed the son-of-a-
bitch to Mom and Dad. Mom mailed it to Judy. Judy mailed it to our
brother, Jessie. Jessie mailed it...anyway, everybody has seen me
do my dirty deed. I wound up with squat in the divorce."
"The whole family saw that picture? Where is it now? I wanna see
it."
"Ask your Mom. She probably made photo copies. Anyway, if your mom
didn't take me in, I'd have to move back home. I'm too old for that
shit, and they never cared too much for me anyway. I'm stuck with
your mom, and your mom cut me off. I can't date; I can't bar-hop;
basically, I can't get any cock and stay here too. If she can't
have any, I can't."
"That doesn't sound fair."
"I don't blame her. If the rubber were on the other dick, and I
hadn't had any cock for two years, I'd resent Judy getting any if
she were living rent free under my roof and eating my groceries. I
understand, but I can't go on like this, not with a stud like you
under the same roof."
John beamed at every reference to his sexual prowess. He said, "So
you're both horny for my dick, is that what you're telling me?"
"I am. She will be. We have to work on her. She'll be a tough nut
to crack. She and I both have slutty natures, but she has self-
control. She can even control what she thinks about; I never
learned how. We've got to get her thinking about your cock, and you
as a capable lover. She's almost there already, but I need your
help to push her over the top. After that, we can begin the
seduction. The seduction will be the easy part if you follow my
directions to the letter and don't try to improvise. I know Judy
inside and out. We talk openly about everything. Sex and our love
of sex is all we have in common, so that's pretty much all we talk
about when we're alone. I know what will seduce her and what
won't."
"I could probably do it by myself."
"Yeah, you keep thinking that, Mister Cool. Just remember, while
you're thinking and jacking off, you're not getting any of this,
and this is the best pussy you'll ever have. Your mom might be a
close second, but that's only because she's your mom. That always
gives mom's the edge."
John stared hard at the enticing display of aroused vaginal flesh,
licked his lips, then looked into Joy's eyes and said, "I'll do
whatever you say, Aunt Joy."
Joy smiled warmly and said, "That's a good boy. You know, John, I
want you to get me pregnant."
"No way!"
"I'm serious. I never had any kids of my own. My biological clock
is ticking away. I'm thirty-nine, you know. I've had it with trying
to make a relationship work with men. No, I want a baby, but I
don't want a husband. I think we'd make a cute and brilliant baby
together. There's another advantage to having you be the father.
Your mom wouldn't kick me out if I was carrying your child. I'd
probably have a secure home for at least the next three years. I
need that much time."
"How come?"
"I own half the land Jack's business sat on. The business is gone,
but the land is up for sale. I get half of a six figure deal when
it sells. It won't sell fast. It might take years, three tops, I
would think."
"You're serious?"
"I'm dead serious. Furthermore, I want you to knock up your mother.
Misery loves company."
"She won't let that happen. If it did happen, she'd get an
abortion."
"She'll get on the pill before she gives you any pussy, but I'll
replace her pills with placebos."
"With what?"
"Sugar pills that look exactly like birth control pills. She'll get
knocked up and think she's that one in a hundred that the pills
don't work for. And, by the way, Judy is a die-hard right-to-lifer.
She doesn't believe in abortion. She won't even encourage me to
abort a baby I conceived by her own son. If you fuck your mother,
and turn her into a lover, you will get us both pregnant. Right
after that, we'll start working on Brenda and Bonnie. Judy will put
them on the pill, too. Placebos all around. Babies all around. A
year from now, we'll be up to our nipples in Pampers. Misery loves
lots of company."
John ran his fingers through his hair, a sign of conflicted
ponderance. He stared hard at Joy, then said, "Bonnie's only
thirteen, and Brenda wants to try out for cheerleader next year.
She won't let guys near her."
"I thought the stud motto was: 'If they're old enough to bleed,
they're old enough to breed.' She's bleedin', are you stud enough
for the breedin'?"
John shot back, "I'm stud enough, but Mom would kill me if I got
either one pregnant."
"Not if you're fucking her. John, when you start fucking her, and
we all know it, she can't say shit. Me, Brenda, and Bonnie, we all
get some. After I catch you fucking Judy, I'll screw you on the
living room floor while they try to watch TV. I'll suck you off at
the dinner table. I'll let you butt-fuck me in your mother's bed
with her still in it. When Brenda and Bonnie see how good you are,
and how much I like it, they'll be begging for bubby's cock. Mom
will just have to buy more pills, and I'll just have to buy more
placebos."
"Man, this sure is sounding better and better."
"What's more, I'll fuck you in front of your friends. You can tell
anybody you like, and I'll freely admit who fathered my baby. When
people see four preggos in one house, with one cock in it, and one
of the preggos freely admits that cock is responsible, they'll
deduce the rest. Your reputation as a superstud will spread far and
wide. You'll be a legend before you're seventeen. Think on that,
stud."
"Holy shit! That's right. That will blow everyone's mind. They'll
erect statues to me. Girl's will be standing in line to sample my
cock. Women will come to me from all over the world to get pregnant
by me."
"Earth to John [she knocked on his head] Hello...is there any
intelligent life in there?"
"Sorry. I was just fantasizing."
"I know, but your fantasy can be damned close to reality if we work
as a team. All we have to do is seduce one very horny fox, and the
rest, as they say, is history."
"So why doesn't Mom go out and get laid? Like you say, she's a fox,
and that momma fox still has her figure."
"She doesn't want the hassle of relationships and dating. The main
reason has to do with her work. The guy she works for is a big
womanizer. If he thought she was dating and screwing he'd be all
over her, and so would his clients. She pretends to be a lesbian
who hates men. She has a busty blond friend helping her out, and I
think it's that boob bitch across the street. They meet for lunch
and act like lovers. Your Mom can't afford to fuck around. She has
a good job that pays well. To her, that's much more important."
"I know studs my age that would give their left nut to fuck her.
She wouldn't need a date or a relationship, and she could screw
right here at home."
"You, for example?"
"I wouldn't give my left nut; but sure, I'd fuck her."
"You'd love to fuck your mother, and you know it. You'd be a faggot
if you didn't, and you can't call yourself a true stud until you
do. A real stud would fuck anything that squats to pee: mothers,
sisters, grand mothers, great grandmothers, aunts, nieces, mooses
and mieces. You haven't even begun to enter studhood."
"Yeah, a lot you know. I fucked one of those you mentioned."
"Which one, a moose or a mouse?"
"For your information..."
"Wait. Hold that thought. I have to put some clothes on. Your
mother is going to be barging in here any minute now. When she
does, I need to be in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt."
"How come? She's seen you in that robe lots of times."
"Yes, but not alone in the house with you."
"She never comes back. She went to work."
"She'll be back, trust me. I know her. When she left, she knew you
were faking, and she saw that I had nothing on under this robe."
"How'd she see?"
"She opened it all the way. She looked at my fresh pussy shave, ran
her hand between my legs, then looked me in the eye and said, 'Joy,
you're playing a dangerous game, but it's your ass. If you fuck-up,
if I find out you're fucking John, I'll toss your sorry ass out in
the street. See if I don't.' Then she left. She'll give us an hour,
ninety minutes, tops, then she'll barge in. That's why I have to be
in jeans and a sweat shirt."
"My mom felt your pussy?"
"She does that quite often."
"That's really weird, Joy."
"It's not what you think. It might be a little of what you think.
I'm not that sure myself. Anyway, this goes back to our childhood.
I'm four years older than Judy. I always had money; she never had
money. I made her let me feel her up for a buck here or there. It
used to embarrass the shit out of her to have to tolerate my hands
roaming all over her developing body, fingering her holes, and
pinching her nipples and clit. In a way, this is payback."
"Man, that's cool."
"Yeah, it got pretty heavy in my last year at home. I could always
sucker Judy into a stacked wager. She spent most of her freshman
year as my sex slave. She likes to get bossy with me, but she can't
do it like I did. She has to have an excuse before she can bring
herself to crude invasions of my modesty, as if I had any. She uses
the excuse of checking me for signs of having had sex--with you,
especially. I get fingered a lot, every chance she gets, and I have
to let her. I don't know who enjoys this more."
"It sounds like you guys hate each other."
"It's a game, John. The truth is, we love each other very much. I
adore your mother, and she has always looked up to me. We've had a
turbulent past, but after she divorced your asshole father, who I
got caught fucking by the way, our relationship improved
dramatically."
"You fucked my dad?"
"Dozens of times, but that's all behind us. Now, because of the
shit I'm in, she's the big sister. She's just treating me the way
I treated her. I don't mind. I really don't. I just want us both to
start getting laid regularly. She won't admit it, but she'd love
one last baby. I'm doing this as much for her as for me."
"That makes me feel better. I'd better get back in bed then."
"No, she knows you're trying to seduce me. She'll expect to see you
hard at work, literally hard."
"I ought to put some pants on, at least."
"No, those PJs are perfect. And keep that dick nice and hard. Show
it off. Flaunt it like you did for me."
"I can't, not in front of Mom. Besides, I thought that was too
crude to work."
"On most women. Your mother likes it crude. Look, stupid, she's the
one you are now trying to seduce. She needs to see what you have.
We've all seen your limp dick, but a full-blown erection in thin
PJs will knock her socks off. We've been speculating about your
erect dimensions, but we weren't even close. That's one hell of a
cock you have there, John Boy. She has to see it for herself to
start her thinking below the navel."
"I don't know, Joy. I've never done anything like that in front of
Mom."
"Stop thinking of her as Mom. She's just another hot cunted bitch,
another notch for your headboard. She's the most important piece of
ass you'll ever get. She's the conquest that can launch your stud
career. Think of her that way. Treat her that way. Pretty soon,
she'll start seeing herself that way. When that day comes, we go
into the seduction phase, and you'll start pumping sperm into her
fertile womb within three days of that date. You'll be pumping my
fertile womb within a week after that if all goes well." Joy leaned
forward and tapped his forehead, adding, "Change the way you think,
stud."
She looked down to his erect cock, held in his fist. She started to
leave, but said, "Fuck it. I gotta have a taste." She dipped low,
opened wide, and slid her mouth all the way down the shaft to his
pubic hairs. She then slowly drew her powerfully sucking mouth up
to the tip. John groaned, "Oh, Jesus! How'd you do that?"
Joy took two more deep sucks, then got up and straddled his lap,
poising her cunt directly over his cock as John felt her pussy with
one hand and held his cock aimed at her hole with the other. She
took his face in her hands and looked deep in his eyes as she said,
"John, I have to try this cock. I have to. Once I sink down, I'll
be a goner. I won't stop fucking you until I drain you dry. You
can't let that happen. I'm counting on you to stop that from
happening. Let me have a few pumps, then tell me to get off. If you
don't, we'll blow everything. Can you do that?"
"I'll try."
Joy smiled then sank down with a look of pure ecstasy. When she
bottomed out, she said, "Oh, fuck! This is too fucking damn good.
Forget what I just said. Oh, God, yes! Oh, you sweet fucker. I need
this. Oh, fuck, do I need this."
Joy rode up and down the shaft three times as John positioned his
feet to gently hook behind her heels. On the next up-stroke, he
pushed steadily on her shoulders, setting her off balance. Joy's
eyes opened wide in surprise as she realized she couldn't catch her
balance. As she fell back, and his dick popped free, she cried,
"John! Whoa...Wait...Help me...God damnit!"
She hit the floor on her ass and looked up at John's smiling face
with total confusion registered on her face. John said, "Payback's
a mother fucker."
Joy pounded the floor with her fists, then stared fire at John
saying, "Oh, you little fuck! I'll get you for that." She rolled to
her front, then got up. She tossed her robe onto the sofa and
started for her room, pausing to say, "Now you have to wait for me
to fuck myself and get dressed. If she comes home in the interim,
remember what I told you. And another thing. You are definitely not
getting anything from me, nothing, nada, not until you fuck the
bitch. No more samples, not even a fucking peck on the cheek."
She stared to leave, but turned to say in a softer tone, "After you
fuck her, though, I'm going to fuck and suck your god damn brains
out."
John playfully called out after she passed from view, "That's what
they all say. Suffer, bitch!" He didn't see it, but Joy smiled.
Joy was gone twenty minutes and re-entered the room just as Judy
threw the front door open. Judy saw John sitting at the dining
table and looked totally surprised to see Joy enter the room fully
dressed and conservatively dressed. Joy said, "Forget something?"
"Uh...yes, I forget my check book. I wanted to do some shopping
after work."
Judy walked past the dining table, into the kitchen, and retrieved
the checkbook off the counter. She stopped on the way out to look
at John. He sat casually with his knees apart, showing the
incredible tent in his PJs. Judy tried to ignore the obvious, felt
his forehead, then said sternly, "Just as I thought. You're going
to school, young man. If you ever pull a stunt like this again,
I'll ground you for a month."
"Aw, Mom!"
"March, mister. I'll give you exactly fifteen minutes. Move."
John got five steps up the stairs when his mother stopped him,
saying, "John, there's something else I want to say to you." John
turned around on the step to face his mother head on. His cock
jutted straight out obscenely, making Joy snicker silently behind
Judy. She gave him a thumb's up sign as Judy said, "Don't let me
ever see you making such a filthy display like this in my house
again. Do you understand me?"
John turned red but did not shy away. If anything, he postured more
while saying, "I can't help it. It's all biological. It just gets
this way sometimes."
"John, I am not an idiot. It gets that way when you think filthy
thoughts. If you thought about school, football, or fixing your
car, that wouldn't happen. If you feel that coming on, you'd better
take a cold shower or take care of it by hand. I know what you've
been up to, and it better stop right here and now. You vent your
hormonal urges on girls your own age. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, mother. Can I go now?"
"You now have twelve minutes. One more thing. If I ever see you
wearing those loose shorts without underwear around this house
again, I'll have that car of yours hauled to a wrecking yard.
They're called privates for a reason. Keep them private or lose
your car."
As John rounded the top of the stairs, Judy turned to Joy and said,
"Let's go into the kitchen."
John tip-toed back down the stairs half-way, just enough to see the
back of his mother as she stood in the kitchen facing Joy. Joy
noted his deception with a sly nod which John took as a sign that
he should watch and listen. The first words out of his mother's
mouth amazed him. Her tone had completely changed from harsh
disciplinarian, to one that would be appropriate to a teenage girl
talking to her best friend under the bleacher as they checked out
the football players buns on the practice field.
She said, "Good, Lord, Joy! Did you see that boy's cock? It was all
I could do not to yank those fucking drawers down, drop to my
knees, and suck it."
Joy said, "I saw it naked, being shoved in my face. I came this
close to being raped by it."
"And you went and put on jeans? That doesn't sound at all like you.
How did you resist a cock like that? Or did you?"
"I don't know how, but I did resist. He tried to put that
magnificent fuck stick in me. I had to slap his face to get him to
stop. He got the head in. I'm sorry, but he was so fast and strong.
It took everything I had to get him to stop."
"He actually had the nerve to force his way on you?"
"He came down for pussy, and wasn't taking no for an answer.
Please, Judy, you know it's part my fault. Don't say anything to
him. I've had this coming. I really thought I could deal with him,
you know, play cat and mouse. When he showed me his cock, I was the
mouse; he was the cat."
"His cock is that good, huh?"
"Oh, Lord! You have no idea. When you look up penis in the
dictionary, a picture of your son's cock should be there. John
could make a living serving as a model for dildos. He has the
perfect cock, Judy, absolutely perfect. You gave birth to the cock
of your dreams, girl."
"And you resisted that cock? After you got the head of his dick in
your pussy? I need to take your temperature. I am amazed, Joy,
truly amazed. Before I commend you, I want to check to make sure."
"Aren't you afraid he might come down?"
"Oh, I see you don't want me to check. I noticed your robe lying on
the sofa. Evidently, you were naked with him. Drop your fucking
pants, Joy."
Joy looked past Judy to John with a look that said, "See. Now watch
this." She undid her pants and shimmied them down her legs. As an
after thought, she drew one foot out so that she could step out
wide, saying, "I have nothing to hide, Judy. Honest, I was a good
girl."
Judy knelt and peered between Joy's legs, then peeled back her cunt
lips and looked inside. While Judy was looking up her twat, poking
and prying with her fingers, Joy looked at John's astonished face
and smiled with a look that said, "Believe me now, stud?"
John could not believe his eyes as he watched his mother poke a
finger up her sister's pussy and dig around. She took her sweet
time, then stood and said, "Okay, let me see your tits. If there
are no love marks, I owe you a big apology."
Joy lifted her sweatshirt above her pendulous breasts. Judy
examined them closely using both hands on each breast in turn,
again, to excess. After playing with Joy's breasts, Judy stood back
and said, "Joy, I apologize. I feel just awful." Joy was pulling up
her pants as Judy continued, "I've treated you terribly since you
got here. All those threats, and my constant challenges. Well, I
feel like an ass and a real heel besides. I'm sorry, sis, I really
am."
"Hey, forget it. The truth is, I came a hair's breadth away from
living up to your expectations. I haven't changed, I'm just trying
extra hard. I don't want to be kicked out. I need you and your
hospitality desperately."
"I know, and I've used that to make you feel insecure. I was a
brat. Can I have a hug?"
John watched a touching scene where Joy forgot about him and melted
into her sister's arms. They both started crying and hugging each
other tightly. John lost his erection and began tearing up. He sat
on the step and watched them wipe each other's tears and kiss, not
a sexual kiss, but a kiss on the lips, several, in fact.
They hugged and kissed, and brushed each other's long hair with
their hands. They really did love each other, and John found that
very touching and also very comforting. He didn't know Joy that
well, and her ideas sounded like she was out to destroy his family.
He set those notions aside and thought about his headboard and the
two sexiest women he knew, up to their nipples in Pampers. His
hardon returned with a vengeance
John eased up the stairs and got dressed for school. In the
kitchen, Judy broke the loving embrace to reach for her purse. She
drew out a credit card and handed it to Joy, saying, "I want you to
have this, Joy. This card has a five-hundred dollar limit, but I
want you to go out and blow it on yourself. You need some new
clothes. Go crazy. Keep the card, because I'm going to pay off the
balance at the end of each month. That means I'll fill it up again
next week, and each month after that. I want you to have your own
money."
"Judy, this isn't necessary."
"Yes it is. No, I want you to have your freedom. I don't want you
totally dependent on me anymore. I can't handle that kind of power.
I've proved that. Besides, I want you here to keep an eye on John.
Now that I can trust you, I'll feel better knowing there's an adult
in the house. Frankly, I worry about that sex fiend being around
those girls. If he'd jump his own aunt, no one is safe, especially
those two little minks."
"I'll try, but I can't promise you anything. Like I said, Judy, I
haven't changed."
"I haven't either. I'll still put you out if I find out you're
fucking him. You keep his magnificent, perfect cock out of your
pussy, and we'll get along. Keep his cock out of Brenda and Bonnie,
and we'll get along wonderfully. Do you think you can do that for
five-hundred bucks a month including room and board?"
"I'll try, Judy, I'll try. If I were you, though, I'd be on my
guard. I pretty much set him straight about me. I don't think he'll
try anything with me ever again. I saw something in the way he was
posing for you that makes me think he just shifted his focus from
me to you."
"That's nonsense. He wouldn't dare. I'd paddle his young behind if
I thought that."
"You'd better take this seriously Judy. I saw that look in his
eyes. He wasn't seeing Mommy, he was seeing a hot chick. I found
out something else. Those notches are for individual conquests."
"They can't be. He couldn't have had sex with twenty-four different
girls."
"Three are grown women. One is fifty-five, and one is that Babs
woman across the street."
"I doubt that. That sounds like hollow boasting."
"He's not boasting. I have experienced his seduction technique.
Someone, early on, taught that kid the ropes."
"If he did screw twenty-four girls, I'd say his first was an
experienced adult. If you'd been around when the notches first
appeared, I'd think it was you."
"When I told him you thought they represented fucks, he laughed and
said, 'If I carved notches every time I got laid, there'd be no
headboard left.' I believe him. I've seen his cock. I can see
twenty-four girls, three of them grown women, spreading their legs
for that cock every chance they get. I'm telling you, Judy. Watch
yourself. The kid is a real pro. You might be number twenty-five."
Judy blushed at these words, then said, "Honestly, Joy, just
because you fucked your sons, doesn't mean every mother does. I
certainly won't, and I know I can handle that little shit. You
worry about you. I can handle little Long Dong Silver."
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."
John caught the last of that conversation, enough to put a smile on
his face. He trotted down the stairs and came up behind his mother.
He placed his arm around her waist and rested his hand boldly on
her ass. Judy looked surprised at this and simply stood there
looking at Joy's knowing look, a look that was saying, "What did I
tell you?"
Judy calmly said, "John, sweetheart, if you don't take your hand
off my rear end, I'll take your hand off your wrist." John gingerly
removed his hand. After shoving John through the door ahead of her,
Judy leaned back in to say to Joy, "Not bad, huh?"
"Yeah, but your ass still tingles, doesn't it?" Judy's smile left
her. When she took her seat behind the wheel, her ass was still
tingling. She knew she should re-assert here parental authority,
but her ass tingled. She knew he deserved a good ass chewing, but
her ass tingled. She knew to remain silent while he eyed her up and
down in that cocky self-confident repose was stupid, but her ass
still tingled.
John knew her ass was tingling. He knew his bold appraising eyes
kept the tingle going. The only thing that bothered him about Joy's
plan was following her advice to the letter. He was not without
seduction techniques and proven abilities, and he hated the idea of
winning totally with someone else's methods. They rode in silence
for several minutes, then John said, "Mom, I'm sorry I put my hand
on your ass. That was rude to do that in front of your sister."
Judy's face went flush. She said, "Yes it was." In her head a
familiar voice said, "You could at least put some anger in your
voice."
He said, "I guess I was showing off."
"I guess you were." In her mind, Judy heard, "Damn, can't you say
anything better than that? He said ass. He can't talk about your
ass and get away with it. Can he?" Her ass tingled. She thought,
"He can when my ass tingles."
John said, "Sometimes, I can't help myself. You have such a cute
ass. There it was, facing me, looking cute and all. I just had to
cop a feel."
Judy's face was red and her mind yelled, "Oh my god! He is trying
to seduce me. Do something! Don't just sit there like an idiot."
She looked to John and said, "Be that as it may, I'm the mother,
you're the son. It doesn't look right." Her inner voice mocked,
"That really showed him. Now he thinks as long as no one's looking,
he can finger-fuck your asshole."
John said, "I love your legs, Mom. Did I ever tell you that?"
The car felt suddenly hot. She cracked the window, then said, "No,
but it won't work. I'm still taking you to school."
"I'm serious. I'm not trying to get out of going to school. I love
your sexy legs. You have sexier legs than all of our cheerleaders
put together. I've had them all, so I know sexy legs."
Judy took a deep breath then said, "Thank you, John. That's sweet
of you to say that, but..."
"But what? Can't I even give my mom a sincere compliment without
being made to feel like a dirty old man."
Judy took another deep breath, then said, "It's not that. It's just
that...I don't think...I mean, you shouldn't..."
"What? I shouldn't look at your legs. Is that what you're saying?"
"No, of course not. I don't mind you looking at my legs, and I like
hearing sincere compliments."
"Well, then what's the problem?"
"There's no problem." Judy's mind quickly said, "Don't stop there.
Tell him to stop trying to seduce you. Joy was right. He's after
you now. You're number twenty-five. Stop thinking of him as a kid.
He's no kid. He's a pro. You just invited him to look at your legs
and give you compliments on them. Your legs are your weakness, you
idiot. At least put your knees together and drive faster, you
slut."
John sat with his back to the passenger door facing his mother, and
was again showing off an erection, this time one that ran down his
right pant leg. He had his left leg cocked on the seat with his
right leg out to stretch the jean material, giving Judy an accurate
impression of his length and dimensions. Every time she looked
over, her eyes darted down. The next time he caught her looking, he
said, "I'm sorry about getting another erection, Mom, but I can't
think about cars, football, or school with you showing so much sexy
naked leg."
Judy turned red, but looked at his erection before saying, "I
understand. A woman should feel flattered when she sees one of
those. I'm sorry I over-reacted back at the house. You're right. It
is a biological response. I shouldn't have made you feel bad about
it."
Judy kept looking at the enticing bulge the whole time she was
talking, giving her inner voice no chance to butt in. When she
stopped talking the inner voice started, saying, "I hope you
realize you are making a complete ass of yourself."
To quell the inner voice, she added, "I feel I need to apologize
for what I said...about the shorts, I mean."
John said, "What about them?"
"About your wearing them without underwear. You should be able to
walk around naked in your own house if you want to. I'm afraid I
was trying to impose my code of modesty and my inhibitions on you.
I don't think that's right, now that I think of it." The inner
voice mocked, "Yeah, now that you've seen how good it looks."
Another inner voice from deeper down in the primal sector said,
"Shut the fuck up. She's doing good."
John said, "I'd like to walk around the house naked, but I'll
probably get a hardon with all the females living there now. Won't
that make you angry, if you see me walking around you girls with a
boner?"
Judy's face got redder and redder, but she said, "I'm sure I'll
find that a bit embarrassing, but like I said, that's my problem,
not yours. I promise, I won't get angry again." Both inner voices
were fighting, so Judy couldn't make out what was being said.
John could not hear her inner voice chastising her, but he saw the
internal struggle being waged and lost. He scooted closer. He sat
in the middle, openly staring into her lap, running his eyes up and
down her legs. He let her simmer under his skirt-penetrating stare.
He noticed her trying to breathe normally and trying to act
unaffected by his lewd staring. After a pregnant pause, he said, "I
wish you'd wear your skirts shorter. You should be showing more of
your thighs when you're seated. Your thighs look sexier the higher
up they go. When you wear knee-length skirts, you keep the best
parts hidden."
"How, uh...How high do you think they should be?" Her mind
recoiled, shouting, "That's it! You're on your own now. You're just
asking for it. Why be coy? Take the long way to school. Give the
boy wonder time to work on you. Take the freeway; you know it's
backed up due to road construction. He'll never be the wiser." The
other inner voice said, "Good riddance. We don't need that prude
bitch. Take the freeway. Let's get this show on the road."
John smiled, scooted closer, then placed both hands at the hem
where it laid on her lap two inches above her knees. She said, "I
think the freeway will be faster."
As she turned onto the onramp, John slowly, devilishly inched the
hem up her legs and didn't stop until half her thigh was exposed.
He said, "This is considered stylish. Most women, ordinary women
with ordinary legs, show this much thigh when they're seated."
Judy looked down, conscious of how this might look to other drivers
as she slowed to join the pack that was converging into one lane.
She said, "John, people are staring at us. They can see where your
hands are and where you're looking."
John looked around to confirm this, then said, "Who cares? We don't
know them; besides, you look like a woman that would have a young
lover. That's probably what they're thinking. They don't realize
we're mother and son innocently discussing your wardrobe."
Judy now had tingles running all over, but especially below the
waist. John had turned both hands so that the fingers pointed down,
laid along the sensitive insides of her thighs. He had the hem
pinched between his thumbs and the edges of his hands so that his
fingertips were two inches further up the insides of her thighs
than the hem was. He said, "With your beautiful legs, I think you
should wear shorter skirts than this. Much shorter."
Judy could hardly speak, but managed a weak, "How...how much
shorter?"
Again, the hands moved devilishly slow, but Judy mentally focused
on the fingertips as they inched ever closer to the crotch of her
panties. If they stayed on course, they'd hit each of her labia
lips. The tingle moved to her pussy. Her labia filled with blood
and swelled in anticipation of the collision, both the one in her
crotch and the one with the car she almost hit. She felt herself
becoming moist and wet, wishing she'd worn a mini-pad. The hem
climbed up her thighs until most of her thighs were bare. The
fingers stopped just a fraction of an inch from making contact, as
did her front bumper.
Judy looked down as John said, "I think you could wear them this
short. I think you should show this much of your sexy thighs. This
shows the best part of your thigh, the softest inner flesh just
below your vagina."
Judy almost panicked at the sight of John's hands holding the part
he referred to, framing her sweltering vagina, causing her labia
lips to squish open and closed each time he gently kneaded the
flesh on both sides of her swampy twat. Gentle outward pressure
moved her knees out until the left was stopped by the door, and the
right knee touched John's left. She felt obscene in this position,
especially with her son kneading her crotch, or almost. His
rhythmic squeezes caused her cunt lips to chew at the crotch of her
panties, making driving in one lane a real chore.
Fortunately, she had moved into the single open lane which crept
along and no longer had eyes peering over from each side. John let
his hands slide closer toward the center and felt her become tense.
After a few good squeezes, he wisely released his hold on her
tender inner thigh flesh. He sat back and placed his left arm
around her shoulder, letting his hand rest naturally over her left
breast. He waited to see if she'd tug her skirt down.
Judy breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately missed the
delicious feel of male hands on her intimate anatomy. She left the
skirt riding high and made no notice of the hand that steadily
increased pressure on her turgid nipple. She figured they had
twenty more minutes of one lane inching along, then ten more to
arrive at the school. A lot could happen in her current frame of
mind, but at least he couldn't screw her. She resolved never to
play this game where he could, but she resolved to keep playing.
She had never dated a man or boy with such excellent seduction
technique. She truly felt like she was under the influence of a
master, and she was awed by his skill. So far, he'd done absolutely
nothing wrong, giving her no opportunity to wrest control.
John waited and kept the heat going by staring where his hands had
been. Without her even being aware, he unbuttoned two of her blouse
buttons, and again, without her being aware, exposed the creamy
upper swell of her left breast.
Judy realized this for the first time when she felt a feather-light
finger's touch on bare tit flesh. When she saw that finger trace
the border where her bra cup cut across the top of her tit, she
almost ran off the road. Had they not been going so slow, the car
would have ran up an embankment.
After another pregnant pause, he said, "If I were your boss, and
could make you wear your skirts where I wanted them, they'd be even
higher than that."
Judy glanced over to him, looked down, then said, "In that case,
I'm glad you're not my boss. And, by the way, he has tried to get
me to wear them this short." His finger dipped under the cup and
eased along the top crest toward a meeting with a friendly nipple.
"Aren't you curious?" Nipple met Mister Finger and they danced.
"All right. If you were my boss, how high would my skirts have to
be to please you?"
He rolled and pinched the nipple while saying, "First, will you
promise to let me place the hem where I'd want it, regardless of
how high that might be?"
"Well, I've let you go this far. I see no harm in indulging you.
You've seen me in a bikini. You can't expose more leg than that."
"Yes, but we're talking about the length of your skirts from the
waist. I don't necessarily have to stop at the top of your legs,
now do I?"
Judy gulped, looked at John, looked at his impressive crotch bulge,
looked at her lap, then said, "No, I suppose not."
"Well, will you promise not to stop me?"
Judy bit her lower lip, looked to John's eager face, thought about
Joy's warning, then heard an inner voice shout, "For God's sake,
woman. Get a grip."
"Let me think about it."
"Mom, do you know what I like best about your legs."
He nuzzled her ear as Judy barely made her reply audible, saying,
"No...What?"
"They've got pretty feet at one end and a juicy pussy at the
other."
Judy suddenly blurted out, "I think I've had enough of this game.
You get your hand out of my bra, scoot back over and sit quietly.
I need to concentrate on driving, and you need to think about
something other than female anatomy. Honestly, John, I think I need
to get you into counseling."
John was smart enough to know that he went too far too fast. Joy
would call him a dumb kid, and tell him he blew it. The thought
that he might have blown it, kept him silent. He knew he needed
expert help. They rode in silence for ten minutes as Judy's tingles
all disappeared, her complexion returned to a normal hue, and her
breathing became regular.
The silent calm was deceiving, for Judy was like a pressure cooker
with the cap removed too soon. Suddenly the awful silence was
broken by her yelling, "How dare you say such a filthy thing to me.
I am your mother, God damnit! I am not some damn whore you can talk
foul trash to and excite."
John winced as she sternly said, "Don't think I don't know what
you're up to. I let that charade go on to see how far you'd go. I
want you to know, I am shocked and appalled. How dare you feel me
up like one of your damn bimbos at a drive-in movie."
Her tone increased in volume and intensity with every sentence, and
John cringed under her verbal assault as she screamed, "I am your
mother; I am not one of those sluts you honor by carving notches in
your headboard. I am not one of your little whores, and you'd
better get that through your thick skull."
John now had to listen to his own inner voice say, "You dumb fuck.
You should have listened to Joy. Now, you're not getting anyone
pregnant, and nobody's going to be lining up to sample your loser
cock. You dumb fuck."
Many long minutes passed in awkward silence. As the school loomed
ahead, Judy, in a softer voice said, "I'm sorry I blew up at you.
I know you can't help yourself. You obviously have a hormonal
imbalance that you'll probably outgrow. I'll try to be more
understanding and tolerant in the future. I wasn't really that
upset, and I did enjoy the flattery to be honest."
When the car came to a stop at the side of the gym where there were
no windows, they both turned to face each other. Judy patted, then
squeezed his thigh, saying, "I'll try to show more leg, and if I
find your hand on my ass, I won't dismember you. Just don't ever
try that in public again, okay?"
John smiled warmly, his heart pounding with relief. Though he could
see that the invitation was there, he fought the impulse to rub her
leg or reach under her ass for a parting squeeze. He thought it
would be best to consult Joy. When he gave her a parting peck on
the cheek and went for the door, he detected a disappointed look.
After he shut the door, Judy said impishly, "I guess you're still
mad at me, huh?"
John gave her a serious appraising look, then walked around to her
side as she let the window down. He leaned on the window's edge and
said, "No, Mom. I'm not mad at all. You were right. I forgot you
were my Mom. I'll try to remember, but I wish you weren't so damn
pretty and sexy. You really make it hard."
This put a smile on her face and a glow to her skin. They both
caught the double meaning. She said, "I know I make it hard, but
that's what we pretty girls do best. [He smiled; she smiled] John,
I am very curious. How high would I have to wear my skirts to
please you if you were my boss?"
She lifted her ass to free the skirt from beneath her, then sat and
held the hem in both hands with the fabric stretched taunt across
her upper thighs. He watched as she drew the tight line up until a
gleam of white appeared at the center. She impishly said, "This
far?"
"No, much farther."
She boldly drew the hem past her pubic mound. With her legs
unnaturally far apart, but not quite obscenely spread, John could
plainly see the full crotch area, sopping wet and showing matted
pubic hairs through the transparent material. Where her clit and
inner lips were pressed against the fabric, pinkness showed
through, and her labia lips clearly outlined the form and
dimensions of her vagina.
Judy was well aware of this vulgar display of her genitals, as she
was looking into her crotch as well. The sight was too obvious to
ignore. She said, "It looks like my legs are just the way you like
them, unless you find me feet unattractive."
"No, Mom, your legs are absolutely perfect. You have very pretty
feet."
"Finish it, John. I want you to."
John stared into her crotch as she spread her legs obscenely and
tilted up her pelvis. He smiled and said, "And you have a very
juicy pussy."
Judy smiled through a flushed face, then said, "Higher?"
"Yes, much higher."
Judy moved the hem up past the top of her sexy panties, exposing
three inches of bare tummy and her belly button. She said, "If I
had to wear them this short, simply wearing a belt should suffice."
"If I were your boss, your work uniform would be a patent leather
belt with matching high heels." John reached in and hooked a finger
in her exposed left bra cup, pulled out and visually examined the
breast he became so familiar with.
Judy watched along with him as her proud nipple showed off. She
said, "You'd be a tough task master to work for."
John boldly unbuttoned her blouse all the way, then pulled the bra
cup below her breast as he said, "If I had a fox like you working
for me, I sure would be tough." As an after thought, he went ahead
and deftly released the center clasp. He uncovered both breasts as
his mother watched in silence. He flicked first one nipple then the
other before taking the left one between thumb and forefinger to
roll it, saying, "I always wondered what kind of nipples you had.
You have my favorite kind."
"What, a pair?"
"No, Hershey's kiss nipples, big ones. I like dark rubbery nipples.
I'd like to see them when they're not erect."
"That would be like seeing if the refrigerator light actually goes
off when you shut the door." She saw his puzzled expression and
added, "If you are looking at my nipples, they're going to be
erect."
"Oh, I get it. I'd better go before I rape you."
John released her tit and stood. Judy said, "John, if you
occasionally forget that I'm your mother, I'll understand, just as
long as we're alone. That's the best I can do."
"Great! That's all I ask. Well...there is one thing more."
"What?"
"Could you also, occasionally, forget that I'm your dumb horny
son...when we're alone, of course."
"I already did, at home when you stood on the stairs, on the
freeway, just now, and a hundred times before today. I'm sure it
will happen again. We must try not to forget at the same time,
though. That could be dangerous if there's a bed nearby."
"Mother, you make me blush."
"You never blush. Go on, you're starting to look like a young
Robert Redford, and the back seat is looking like a bed."
"Yeah, I'd better. You're looking like Ann Margaret, and you're
right, that does look like a bed." John leaned in the window and
drew her face to his with a hand at the back of her head. He kissed
her softly and eased his tongue into her mouth, just past the lips.
At the same time, his left hand went into her crotch and lightly
cupped her sex with his fuck finger pressing wet pantie material
into her slit. Judy melted into that kiss and her tongue shot into
his mouth. The kiss became stronger and more passionate as month-
long seconds ticked by.
John eased away after ten months. Judy tried to follow, but
gradually let him go. John sauntered off, and Judy drove off. John
sauntered better than Judy drove. He only tripped over a curb; she
drove over one.
When John arrived home from school that day, Joy was waiting, and
she was livid. Judy was still at work, and the girls were with
friends. Joy met John at the door. He took one look at her icy
countenance and said, "I know, I know, I fucked up."
"You're damn right you fucked up." John dropped his books on the
sofa and let himself be led to the dining table. Joy sat him down
and took a seat across the same corner, saying, "You did some
things very right, but too many that were very wrong. If you're
going to freelance, tell me now so I can start looking for an
apartment."
"Look, I know I need you. I found out the hard way. You call all
the shots from now on. I swear."
"It may be too late for that."
"I think everything's okay, though. Before she left, she was
feeling real good. I could have fucked her in the parking lot if I
hadn't left."
"Oh, she was feeling good, all right. She came straight home and
took the whole morning off. It took me that long to calm her down.
When she got home, she was so angry with herself, I thought she was
going to ask me to whip her. An hour later, she wanted to take the
day off and shop for micro mini skirts. An hour after that, she
made me take a belt to her naked ass. Then right as she was leaving
for work, she said she'd be home late because she wanted to buy at
least one micro mini. She's going through mood swings like a
psychopath. That's not good, Junior."
"I don't get it. I've never had that trouble with any other chick."
"This chick is your mother, you dumb ass. She is so hot for your
bod she can't think straight. She's also one of the straightest
mothers I've ever met. She has never had an incestuous thought in
her life, until today. Now, she can't think of anything else, and
it's driving her crazy. On the positive side, though, I think the
worst is over, and this just might move things along nicely."
"I thought we were home free when she drove off."
"You could fuck her this evening if that were the goal. It's not.
Just fucking her once, before she's psychologically ready, won't
help one iota, and could spell disaster. Her recoil from that fuck
might put you in your father's house and me in the poor house. You
have to fuck her when I tell you she's ready, and you can't fuck me
until she is thoroughly accustomed to being your lover. When its
all out in the open, and everyone has seen you two screwing, when
she feels comfortable enough to walk naked through this house with
your sperm running down her legs, then, and only then, can I
approach her about sharing her boy toy."
"Holy shit! Do you think that's possible? Could she ever get to
that point where she'd walk naked in front of Brenda and Bonnie
with my sperm running down her legs."
"I see you like that idea a lot."
"Fuckin' 'A'!"
"If you follow my directions to the letter, I guarantee it. Here,
picture things this way. See you mother as a pendulum. She's
resting on a table that's on a boat. When you do something sexual
to her, you set the pendulum in motion. Afterward, the arm swings
the other way. Eventually, the swings will slow to a stop. Do it
wrong and it's like rocking the boat. Keep fucking up, and that's
like tilting the table while the boat's rocking. The pendulum just
gets wilder and wilder until eventually, it topples off the table.
Now, that can mean anything from suicide to your being committed or
sent away. Do you understand my analogy?"
"Yeah, I think I do. That helps me a lot. Wow, Joy, you really know
your stuff, don't you?"
"I know women, and I know your mom best of all. I am not about to
risk toppling her from the table, so if you fuck up one more time--
rock the boat or tilt the table--the deal's off. I am not going to
let her get hurt. I know what she wants, and I know how much she
can take. Even after we get her onboard, I will tell you what you
can and can't do with her. If you ever defy me and hurt that woman,
I'll cut your fucking balls off. That's all you need to
understand."
"I do. I really do. I love her as much as you do, maybe more. I've
learned to respect you. I trust you. I worried at first, but I do
now. I'm glad you're looking out for her. So, how can we fix
things?"
"Let things cool off. You don't initiate anything. Keep showing
interest in her legs, especially if you see her showing you some
leg. Touch her ass a few times. I think she'd be disappointed if
you didn't take her up on that offer. By the way, how did you know
about her legs?"
"What about them?"
"You just got lucky, huh? Well, you hit her right in her weakness.
She loves her legs. Her legs are her number one erogenous zone; in
fact, her legs are a sex organ. I can't blame her. If I had legs
like her's, I'd be in love with them, too. I wasn't going to tell
you about her legs until we were ready to move in for the kill. Now
that she thinks you're a leg man, she expects you to pay attention
to them. You'll cause more stress if you don't. When you see a
come-on, you have to come on. This will make things very tricky.
This will be like juggling dynamite. If you go too far, she'll rape
you; don't do enough, and she'll stress out."
"Shit, how will I know?"
"I don't know what to tell you, except when things look headed for
a bed, you better find a sly way of cooling her off. Change the
subject. Talk about school, football, or your car. Oh, by the way,
she had your car towed to a shop. They're fixing it as we speak."
John's face lit up, "No shit! She's fixing my MG?"
"She's forking out over two grand. That's how much of an impression
you made on her. It's also a very bad sign."
"How can that be a bad sign?"
"That, coupled with something she said earlier makes me think she's
falling in love. If that were to happen, all bets are off. You
don't want that, I can assure you. Your mother is a very possessive
woman. She won't share her lover with anyone, not anyone. Get my
drift, stud."
"Whoa! That would be the shits. You know I got that same feeling
when she left the school. She had those love-sick puppy eyes. It
only gets worse. I know that much."
"I know. Let me work on that, but don't you fuel the fire by
talking lovie dovie and cutsie wootsie with her. When you do
anything with her, be crude, childish, and embarrass her by not
respecting her wish to keep this private. You're a stud that likes
to show off your conquests. This will play right into my
conditioning scheme. I need her to get used to performing before an
audience. First, she has to adjust to other eyes watching your
seduction of her. The one good thing you did was not backing away
on the freeway when the cars closed in and people were looking. You
handled that beautifully, and she got a huge thrill out of the
experience."
John beamed, stuck his chest out and said, "Yeah, that was cool. I
could feel the steam coming from her cunt. I'm real good at making
girls do things while people are watching. They all say they hate
it, but they all get super turned on."
"It's almost universal, but it was Judy's first experience. She's
always been very private. I didn't have your skill or experience
when I was feeling her up and playing games with her. I only made
things worse and caused her to develop a phobia about her body and
especially being seen doing nasty things. You guys have never seen
her naked or doing anything sexual, have you?"
"No, never."
"That's rare in a family. She guards her modesty like a miser
guards nickels. You need to work on that. You're probably better at
that than I am, so that's your mission. I think she'll quickly fall
out of love, but right into lust. Lust is what we're after, and we
want her to see you as her stud muffin, her boy toy, not as a
lover. All right, are we all set and straight?"
"Yeah, I think I understand completely. I won't do anything new
before checking with you first. I'll cool the love bullshit, be
more myself, and I'll gradually get her used to embarrassing
situations. I'll be a bad boy. I can't help myself. I have a
hormonal imbalance." He made a pouting baby face and said, "I'm
sick, Mommy."
Joy smiled big, cupped his face and rubbed her nose on his, saying,
"You are such an adorable little fuck. If you stuck your finger up
Judy's ass at a family reunion, then made that face and said those
words, she'd hold you like this and say, "I know, precious, but
Mommy can't let you finger-fuck her butt hole at the dinner table
with the whole family watching."
John burst out laughing and said, "You know, I can see her saying
that, too. Well, not yesterday, but I can today. What's more, I can
see me bending her over the table, pushing her dress up, yanking
down her panties, and finger fucking her asshole while she squirms
and tries to get away."
"I can see you doing that, too. I can see Judy fighting hard enough
to look good without fighting hard enough to get away. Most
importantly, I can't see her loving the guy that did that to her."
"Me neither. I think we'll make a good team, Joy."
"I must say, I am much more encouraged. Say, John, this morning you
said you nailed one of those people I mentioned, someone other than
the moose or the mouse. Expound on that. I know it wasn't sister,
aunt, niece, mother, or great grandmother. The only one left is
grand mother, and the one on your father's side is in Germany. By
my calculations, that leaves my fifty-five-year-old mother."
John smiled then pouted, "I'm sick, Aunt Joy."
* * *
John was out with his friends when Judy arrived home. The girls
were still gone, so she made a beeline for Joy. She found her in
the kitchen preparing dinner. Judy dropped her bags on the counter
and said, "Is anyone home?"
"No, John's out with some bimbette, and the girls are at Debby
Foster's."
"He's out with a girl?"
"You look surprised. When is he not out with a girl?"
"I would think...well, never mind. Joy, I've had a lot of time to
think about this situation. If this keeps up, he's going to fuck
me."
"It wouldn't be the end of the world. Worse things can happen to
you. You might win the lottery, for example."
"Very funny. I'm being serious; I'd like you to be serious as
well."
"Hell, I was serious. So, what's your problem?"
"I can't shut him off. He's preying on pussy in this house. He
failed with you. If he fails with me, the girls are next. I can't
trust you to protect them. I know you'd get off on watching him
fuck them. Don't even deny it, Joy."
"Fine. I told you I hadn't changed, but I would have tried. Maybe
not very hard, but I would have tried."
"I have no choice but to keep his attentions focused on me."
Joy gave her a knowing look and said, "That's very noble of you."
"Don't give me that look, Joy. I can handle him. The girls can't,
and you'd better not. I'm on my guard now. I'm not going to let him
sweet talk me. I'm putting a stop to this love business right away.
I can't afford to have him fall in love with me."
"Or you with him."
"That never was a possibility. I'm not a little teenager, he just
made me feel that way for a few fleeting moments. I think I can get
that under control, but if you see me acting giddy and silly, slap
my face."
"Sure. That'll be a pleasure. Ready for your first? You look like
you use it. You look hot to trot."
"Have you used the credit card, yet?"
"I haven't had the chance, why?"
"Give it back."
"What gives?"
"Just give it back."
Joy went to her purse and retrieved the card. Reluctantly, she
handed it to Judy. As soon as Judy had the card in hand, a new
bearing came over her. Her tone changed. She folded her arms and
said, "I refuse to compete with you in my own home. I want his
attention focused solely on me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, but they are anyway. I set him straight. When he came home,
he hardly paid me any notice."
"I'd like to believe that, but I see you're in a short skirt with
no bra. Unless I miss my guess, you have no panties on. Pull up
your skirt. All the way up, and hold it up." Joy did so, then
planted her feet wide apart in hopeful expectation of a vaginal
inspection. She sensed there was something different about Judy
right away.
There had always been lesbian overtones to the vaginal inspections,
but neither acknowledged that fact. Joy kept quiet about her
suspicions to encourage Judy. Judy masked her activities behind a
facade in order to carefully guard her secret desires. In recent
weeks, she didn't feel the need to mask so hard, and her present
demeanor suggested she hardly felt the need at all. Joy felt the
excitement building rapidly and assumed a provocative pose with her
pussy presented in outhrust submissiveness.
Judy noticed the striking new pose, and felt inspired by Joy's
submissiveness. She casually went for a chair, then sat, pulling
the chair close. Joy watched with eager anticipation. Judy never
had her face so close to her beaver before. She toyed with the
fleshy parts while studying those parts intently from mere inches
away. She paid no attention to Joy, as though she had a disembodied
vagina in her hands and was appraising the cunt for possible
purchase. She fingered her sister's pussy, rubbed her clit, and ran
her fingers over every square centimeter repeatedly.
After a few minutes, she simply said, "Now turn around and bend
low. Grab your ankles."
Joy quickly assumed the new pose, insuring that her ass was close
to Judy's face. Judy did not have to lean forward. Joy made sure
the skirt laid high on her back and placed her feet over a yard
apart, opening the full plane of her sex and ass. Judy touched
Joy's puckered rosebud, a first, then sank her fuck finger in
slowly, saying, "It just occurred to me that I never checked your
asshole. You let dogs fuck your ass. Why not horny little boys?
You're lucky there's no sperm in here, damn lucky."
Joy remained silent while the finger fucked in and out, twisted,
pulled out, pushed in, felt around the rim, then fucked a few more
times. Judy then got up, walked to the sink, and washed her finger.
She returned, took her seat, then reached between Joy's legs to
push the tube top off Joy's breasts, saying, "Look at the floor. I
don't want to see you looking at me while I'm examining you." Joy
looked at the floor while her nipples got played with.
To reach that far, Judy had to get her face right in Joy's pussy
without touching anything wet. Joy could feel every breath in the
core of her open maw, knowing that Judy was breathing her female
musk on each intake. After a little tit play, Judy kicked off her
right pump and thrust her bare foot under Joy's face, saying, "Suck
on my big toe so I'll know you can't look up."
Joy slipped her mouth over the toe as Judy resumed her vaginal exam
by using her thumbs to pry the lips apart. Joy could feel Judy's
penetrating stare right up her hole. Joy soon felt like a hollow
tree with a beehive in the trunk. She also felt like a hungry bear
was reaching in to gorge herself on honey. Joy sucked the toe as
she would a cock.
Judy feasted on slimy fingers for several minutes, then used her
index finger to explore the rim of Joy's pussy hole, saying,
"Exactly how far in did John get his cock. This far?"
Joy gave the toe a final suck, then said "No, farther."
Judy's finger went in past the vaginal ring by half an inch and
said, "This far?"
"Maybe a little farther."
"Judy slid her finger all the way in and said, "Was it this far
in?"
"Yes, that feels about right."
Judy pursed three fingers together and pushed, saying, "Tell me
when this approximates the sensation of his cockhead entering. He
has a large cockhead, doesn't he?"
"Yes, very large. I think you'll need all four fingers."
Judy got all four up Joy's cunt to the last knuckles as Joy pushed
back to keep from being shoved away. "Does this feel right?"
"Yeah, that's about it."
Judy played with the pussy openly. While doing this, and driving
Joy to distraction, she said, "From now on, you are to wear jeans
and a sweatshirt around John. Furthermore, I want you in shoes and
socks. You are to wear no makeup whatsoever. I bought you an
athlete's bra and a panty girdle. You are to wear those as well.
Joy, you're not going to like this, but I must cut your hair
short."
Joy moaned. She had plenty of wigs to wear out, so she didn't
really care, but she didn't want to act like she didn't care. She
said, "Please don't do that, Judy. You know I love my long hair."
"Don't make this more difficult than it has to be. You can always
pack your bags if you won't cooperate."
"You know I'll cooperate. I'd be destitute without your help. You
could shave my head and I'd sit still for it."
"I know, but I won't shave your head. I won't give you a nice
haircut either. I'll use shears and cut your sexy hair off in
clumps. I doubt you'll have any hairs over one inch long. You can
wear your wigs to do the weekly shopping. Other than that, I see no
need for you to go anywhere. You'll have no money until this crisis
passes. It may last a while, so get used to it."
"Do I have a choice?"
"No, not if you choose to remain here. Furthermore, I am putting
you in charge of keeping my feet and legs looking sexy. I want you
to shave my legs daily and keep my toe nails nicely painted. What
did John think of your shaved twat lips. Does he have a
preference?"
"Yes, he liked it a lot, but he likes his pussies shaved bald."
"Very well. In that case, you are to let your cunt hair grow, and
you will be shaving my pussy bald each day when you shave my legs.
He might get that far, and if he does, I want him to remain
interested."
"That would be awfully risky, Judy. If he ever sees your naked
pussy, nicely shaved, he'll attack you. He'll rape you. I'm much
bigger and stronger than you, and I could barely fend him off."
"Let me worry about that. If he rapes me, I'm sure he won't hurt
me. Like you said, if he fucked me, it wouldn't be the end of the
world. If I must let him rape me to protect my girls, then I must,
mustn't I?"
"I suppose you must, mustn't you."
"Joy, I want you to take the girls aside and explain this situation
to them. Take them into your room, but I'll be listening at the
door. You'd better make me out to be a sacrificing hero in their
eyes. I'm sure they'll be seeing things. My attire alone will cause
confusion unless they understand my motives. Be very careful how
you break this to them, but I want them prepared for anything that
might happen. I want them to understand that I might have to go all
the way. Put it that way, don't say fuck, and don't tell them that
their brother might rape me. I don't want them living in fear,
understand?"
"I'll be very diplomatic. Don't worry, I'll make them feel safe and
secure. I'll let them know that there's nothing their mommy won't
do to keep John's interest focused on her. I think it would be wise
if they wore jeans and sweats, too. I think they should shower as
soon as they come in for the night, then leave their makeup off and
leave their hair untended and wet."
"Yes, that would be good. I can't be cropping off those girl's
beautiful locks, now can I? Let's go into my bathroom. I want my
legs and pussy looking and smelling sweet. I bought several sexy
new micro minis. I want to make a stunning first impression. Find
the shears and bring them to me naked."
The session in the bathroom went down as one of the highlights of
Joy's sex life, and that took some doing. Judy was naked when Joy
entered with the shears in hand. Judy ordered Joy to cut her own
hair, then began masturbating as the waist-length clumps fell at
her sister's bare feet. Judy reached a climax as the last clump
fell. She masturbated through a pedicure, masturbated through a leg
shave, and toyed with her clit while being denuded of all pussy
hair.
She almost had another climax when she saw her bare cunt in a
mirror held by Joy. She had another climax after ordering Joy to
lick her pussy for her to make sure there was no stubble. Actually,
she came while fucking Joy's face long after Joy determined there
was absolutely no stubble within a foot of Judy's twat.
The girls arrived home first, and were startled to see Joy without
her beautiful hair. Judy hid in the kitchen as Joy ushered them
into her downstairs bedroom. Judy quickly padded to the door and
eaves dropped, satisfied that Joy was being true to her word. The
girls were shocked, then awed, then accepting, and ended by
praising their mother for her courage and sacrifice. Judy tip-toed
away wearing a big smile, entered the kitchen and played with her
pussy until she heard Joy's door open.
Judy busied herself at the stove, attending the meal that Joy began
hours earlier. She had her back to the three as they entered,
presenting them with a provocative display of feminine legs from
her four-inch open-toed high heels, to the patent leather micro
mini skirt that just barely covered the lower crests of her ass
cheeks. A slight dip of their heads and they would see a naked
pussy absent of all hair. Joy dipped, but the girls didn't dare.
They were awestruck by the vulgar vision their mother presented.
Judy felt their stares on the backs of her legs, very high up, and
anxiously wondered if her naked cunt lips were showing. The way
they tingled and swelled, she felt certain they were. She wished
the girls would make their presence known so she could turn around.
The front hem came lower down, at least an inch below any portion
of her inflamed vagina. They had all stopped to stare, and it was
painful seconds before Joy said, "I told them, Judy."
Judy set the label down and turned to face the three who were now
within arm's reach in a semi-circle around her. Brenda, her
fifteen-year-old, looked Judy in the face and said, "Joy told us
all about John's problem, and what you're doing to protect us.
That's really sweet of you, but John has never made a pass at us.
He always protects us, and fights any boy who gets fresh. I don't
think you have to worry about John messing with me or Bonnie. I
don't think you have to do this."
Judy was struck by Brenda's sincerity. Brenda avoided looking down.
Bonnie, on the other hand, never looked up. She boldly stared at
the juncture of thigh flesh with a dirty little twinkle in her eye.
After Brenda finished, Bonnie, still looking down, said, "I don't
know, Brenda, I'm scared. I want Mommy to save us. When John sees
her dressed like this, he won't even know we're around."
Judy almost cracked a smile. She ruffled Bonnie's hair and said,
"Well, we're not taking any chances. If this doesn't do the trick,
I'll do something more drastic."
Bonnie's face broke into a smile as she said, "Maybe you ought to
go naked."
Judy laughed. This eased the tension. She said, "We'll see. If it
comes to that, I will go naked."
Joy said, "If you're going to do this right, you need to do
something with that blouse."
Judy looked at her braless white blouse and said, "What's wrong
with the blouse?"
"You're not showing enough bare skin where it counts. Here, let me
fix it for you."
Judy stood still while Joy unbuttoned the blouse, feeling certain
this was just a ploy to expose her breasts to the girls. Judy came
close to stopping Joy, but knew she needed to overcome her shyness.
When Joy had the blouse undone, she began tightly rolling the right
side inward until she had a roll of material the thickness of rope
that went down right side of Judy's body.
Joy asked Judy to place her hand over the roll she'd just made
while she did the same to the left side. Judy stood with both tits
bare, inspiring Bonnie to say, "Wow, Mom, you really have nice
looking boobies. John will really like those."
"Thank you, Bonnie, but I'm not wearing my blouse like this
regardless of what Joy says."
Joy said, "Just hold on. I'm not finished yet." Joy pulled the back
portion of the blouse up Judy's back, then brought the two rope-
like tails together under Judy's breasts. She told Judy to breath
out and hunch her shoulders. While Judy did so, Joy made the square
knot tie. She then told Judy to relax and stand naturally while she
adjusted the two sides so that the ropes rested over nipples. She
then stood back and said, "That's how you wear a blouse to attract
a hound like John."
Judy looked down at the vast expanse of bare skin between her
shoulders and her neck. Even her bikini top covered more skin. The
tight pull of the two sides pressed her breasts together, bulged
the breast flesh and exaggerated her cleavage. Joy's modification
did make her already ample breast appear even fuller and firmer,
but also made them look comically lewd. Judy said, "I think this is
a bit much, Joy. I'm going for sensual, not obscene."
"Well, John prefers obscene bait. If you're serious about drawing
him away from the girls, I suggest you use the right bait. Before
you make up your mind, square your shoulders back."
Judy squared her shoulders and felt the rolls begin sliding
outward, then suddenly popping out from her nipples, distorting her
tit flesh while sending one nipple pointing east, the other west.
The girls broke up laughing, and Judy broke a smile saying, "Very
funny, Joy, now undo the knot."
"It's not meant to be funny. John won't find it funny. When a guy
sees this, all he sees is tits bursting out. This really gets them
going. Trust me. You're on my turf now."
"I don't know, Joy. I think he'll laugh. I'll tell you what,
though. I'll wear the blouse this way, and just keep my shoulders
relaxed. I do think he'll like all the bare skin. If that can keep
him from thinking about my daughters, I won't mind the exposure."
"You're a real trooper, Judy, a real trooper."
Brenda said, "You're not going to wear that outfit anywhere outside
are you, Mom?"
"No sweetheart. This is just for indoor wear. I'd get arrested if
I went outside."
"Does the skirt really have to be that short? I think John would be
more than interested if it came to mid thigh."
"Sweetheart, John wants them shorter. He made that quite clear when
I took him to school. This is as short as they make them in my
size."
"I can believe that, but if you have to sit or bend over, your
panties will show."
"Honey, I'm afraid I'm not wearing panties. He hates those too."
Bonnie eagerly said, "Can we see?"
Brenda tried to shush her sister as Judy said, "I'm sure you'll see
soon enough. I'm afraid I'd be a little too uncomfortable lifting
my dress and showing myself like that."
Bonnie countered, "How come? We're all girls here. We all have
one."
"I know, but we don't show each other, do we?"
"Joy showed us hers, and we showed her ours."
Brenda slugged Bonnie and said, "You stupid! You're going to get
Joy in more trouble."
Joy shrugged her shoulders in an I'm-busted gesture as Judy gave
her a hard stare. Judy said to Joy, "I'll deal with you later." She
looked to the girls and said, "There's something else about my
vagina that I'm embarrassed about. Mine is shaved of all hair. I
feel extra naked down there."
Bonnie pleaded, "I wanna see. Please! I've never seen a grown-up
one all shaved."
Joy interceded, saying, "I wish you'd stop calling it a one. I told
you girls you could talk freely with your mother and use any terms
you like. Say whatever comes naturally."
Judy didn't recall hearing anything like that, but she wasn't
opposed to the idea under the circumstances. When Bonnie rephrased
her request, saying, "Can we see your shaved pussy, Mom?" Judy felt
a rush. She smiled through a flushed face and said, "If you want to
look, I won't stop you. Just don't ask me to show you my pussy,
okay?"
Bonnie immediately dropped to her knees and gazed up her mother's
legs, bringing a fast flush to Judy's cheeks as Bonnie exclaimed,
"Wow, Mom's pussy is really neat, Brenda. You ought to see it close
up. Come on, Mom doesn't care."
Brenda looked sheepishly to her mother, then got a nod from Joy,
then went with the tug of Bonnie's hand. Judy suddenly found
herself with both girls on their knees, gazing between her slightly
parted legs. She folded her arms and glared at Jay, even as her
pussy blossomed before her daughters' eyes. Joy defensively said,
"Don't blame me. You picked out the skirt and ordered a close
shave. I just do as I'm told."
"The trouble is, you do more than you're told."
Judy felt Bonnie's small hands pushing out on both knees. She
resisted for a few seconds, but then went with the pressure and let
her right foot slide outward. Though her feet were wide, this still
wasn't enough for Bonnie. Judy had to assume a half squat and felt
absurd doing so, because she had to lean back on both arms to get
support from the counter to her rear. This made it appear that she
was thrusting out her crotch in obscene offering. Joy made things
more obscene by stepping up and reaching for the front hem at the
crotch, saying, "Here, allow me."
Judy gazed down her front, over her bald mound, at the fascinated
faces staring into the core of her being. Never, in her wildest
dreams did Judy imagine such a scene. Joy gave the girls a guided
tour of their mother's vagina with her free hand while holding the
skirt up with the other. She pulled, prodded, and poked, then
invited the girls to do likewise. Bonnie was eager, but Brenda
needed coaxing.
Judy let this bizarre show and tell exhibition go on for several
long minutes, then said, "All right you two voyeurs, I think that's
enough. You've seen more of me then daughters should. Go about your
business and try to ignore what goes on between me and your brother
when he gets home."
Bonnie said, as she reluctantly stood, "We can still watch, can't
we?"
As Judy stood straight and adjusted her skirt, she said, "If you
accidently see something that amuses you, watch if you want. I'm
sure John would like showing off what he can do to me and get away
with. Just don't make a peep. Don't encourage him or discourage
him. Be like ghosts. I'll pretend I can't see you. If you make it
so that I can't pretend, we'll have a problem. Remember, I'm doing
this for you girls." They both smiled back knowingly before
retiring to the living room and turning on the TV.
Joy put an arm around Judy and said, "Good try, kiddo, but they
didn't buy one word. Face it. They see right through you, and now
they've seen right up you. We all know you just want to get laid.
Why is that so hard for you to admit?"
Judy shrugged free of the knowing arm and said, "I don't care. So
what if I do? I know I'm doing the right thing. I pay all the bills
around here, so you'd better pass that along to the other moochers
that I had better not see those smiles again. If I see them looking
at me like they know, I'm holding you responsible."
"I'll pass it along, but let me pass this along to you. You're
going off the deep end. You're in-love. I can see that. Aside from
the fact that he's your minor son, he's a cad, cut from the mold of
everything you hate about guys. You are in for a major heartbreak
if you don't wise-up fast."
"Joy, I'll thank you to stay out of this. I think I know my own son
and what kind of person he is. I'm getting this under control. I
can handle this. I can change him. He needs to be molded and
shaped. I have to become intimate with him in order to influence
him. I want you to butt out and mind your own business."
"I will. I just don't want you hurt. I can't believe you still feel
you can change men. John is no different from any other hound.
He'll fuck you, use you, brag to everyone while he's doing it, then
dump you when the next jiggling bunny crosses his path. You'd
better wake up and smell the coffee, girl. That's all I'll say on
the matter, though. You're on your own."
"Thank you. Now finish the dinner."
Judy went off by herself where she could keep an eye on the
driveway. Dinner was on hold for thirty minutes when Judy came
storming down stairs to confront Joy as she sipped wine at the
prepared table. "What is the matter with that boy? I thought he'd
rush home after the way we parted company. He could not have
misconstrued my message, could he?"
"No, I think you made yourself quite obvious. If you ask me, he's
out knocking off number twenty-five. He probably has renewed
confidence. Perhaps all he wanted was to know that he could have
you begging for a fuck."
"You hold your voice down. The girls don't need to be hearing shit
like that. And it is shit. Besides, he wouldn't do that to me. I'm
number twenty-five, god damnit!"
"Whatever you say, Judy."
"Don't patronize me, Joy. I hate when you do that."
Another hour passed with no sign of John. Judy had the girls
calling all of his known hangouts and friends to no avail. Finally,
Judy said, "Let's eat. I'm sure he'll be along soon."
The dinner was a somber affair. They all knew Judy was frustrated,
and she felt ridiculous sitting in a wooden chair, practically
naked with her bare ass kissing timber. The girls seemed to be
holding back snickers at the unusual dinner attire and more unusual
situation, at least, Judy felt they were.
Half way through the meal, Judy slammed her fork down and declared,
"God damnit, I'm sick of this!" Unfortunately, she also squared her
shoulders; tits popped out, east and west. Judy glared, saying, "If
you girls want to laugh at me, go ahead. I dare you. And you, you
slut. You sit there all smug and holier-than-thou..."
Judy turned to the two stunned teenagers and said, "You think she's
so cool, one of the girls, cool Aunt Joy. Let me tell you about
your cool Aunt Joy. She's the biggest slut that ever lived. She not
only screwed all three of her sons, she screwed every guy she ever
met, including your father more times than I care to count. She
even screwed dogs to entertain her boys and their friends. Yes,
Brenda, your Aunt Joy had sex, anal, vaginal, and oral sex with
dogs, any male dog would do. Your Aunt Joy is a bitch, a real
bitch."
Joy listened unaffected, continuing to eat her meal. Brenda
appeared genuinely shocked at her mother for bringing this up at
the dinner table. Bonnie found the revelation amusing, though she
tried not to let it show. Judy was hoping for disgust, or for
someone to get up and leave the table to throw up. Her girls were
not even close to disgust. If anything, they looked upon Joy with
new respect and awe because of the way she was taking the abuse in
stride.
Judy saw this and said to Joy, "Jesus Christ, have you corrupted
these girls so much that they can accept that behavior, even admire
it?"
Joy said in defense, "Look, regardless of what you think, I have
not made a move on these girls. Yes, we've had frank talks about
sex and boys, and we got involved in a little show and tell. I just
did what you never had the guts to do. I told them about the birds
and the bees; and yes, I told them about dogs, too. I even showed
them pictures."
"Well that's great. Now I'm going to have my piece, and you'd
better all listen up. John and I have a unique relationship. It's
not sick and tawdry as Joy's was with her sons, so I'm sure you
girls will be disappointed. There won't be any perverse acts to
ogle at, or dogs to cheer on. You'll just see plain old ordinary
lovers doing what lovers do. I'm sure you'll all be bored to tears.
"You three can all get naked and climb into bed with each other.
You can all take turns licking everything that smells bad. Lick
each others cunts. Suck each other's pussies until your jaws ache.
Have yourselves a lesbian love fest and invite all the horny mutts
in the neighborhood with my blessing. John and I will try to ignore
you. You leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone."
Joy interrupted, "Judy, you're making a huge ass of yourself."
"Fuck you, bitch! You slimy dog-fucking piece of crap. You
incestuous whore. Stand up!" Joy stood with resignation. "Drop your
pants, girdle, panties...fuck it, take off everything." Joy did so
with casual aplomb. "Now stand on your chair." Joy climbed onto the
chair and stood with her feet at the outside edges. "Now play with
yourself while you admit you're a whore."
Joy rolled her nipples while crudely finger-fucking herself in a
squat, saying, "I'm a whore! I'm a whore! Can I finish my meal now,
Mistress Judy." Judy stormed from the table, went upstairs, and
slammed her door.
Twenty minutes later, she came prancing down the stairs excitedly
saying, "He's here! He's here! Everybody go to the living room and
act natural. Damnit, Joy, why are you still naked?"
"Those were my last orders."
"Quick, slip your robe on, but if I so much as see a wisp of a cunt
hair, I'll pull them all out with pliers."
When they were all situated in the living room, Judy turned her
back to them and said, "How do I look?"
While slipping on the short robe, Joy said, "You look like a bitch
in heat."
Judy turned wearing a smug smile and said, "I hope so. I want him
to fuck me. We're going to make love, but don't worry, we'll start
in here to give you perverts the show you want. I'll make it nasty.
I know you'll all like it better that way. I'll be in the kitchen.
I'm sure he'll be looking for me. Just send him in." She sauntered
off with a flip of her skirt to show her ass.
When John entered he saw Joy sitting on the sofa with Brenda and
Bonnie at her feet, lying prone on the floor facing the TV. Joy was
silently motioning for him to go upstairs and not say a word. John
got the message and bounded up the stairs. He was halted halfway up
by Judy's astonished cry, "John, I'm in the kitchen."
"Yeah, that's where I figured you'd be. I'm not hungry."
"John, I was hoping we could talk."
"I was just going to shower and relax a bit."
"Can't that wait?"
John looked to Joy and saw her nod toward the kitchen. He said,
"Yeah, I guess so." He walked slowly into the kitchen and froze on
seeing his sexy mother washing dishes with her legs fully exposed
and never looking sexier. The invitation and purpose was obvious.
He just stood and stared for the longest time as his mouth watered
and his dick became rampant.
He couldn't believe his eyes when his mother bent slowly forward
and revealed her shaved pussy. When she reached through with one
soapy hand and used her painted nails to tease the slick flesh, he
felt weak in the knees. He watched a sudsy finger go inside, then
draw through the glistening slit.
He knew right away that things hadn't gone well. He was on his own,
but tried to recall the principles. He came up and casually ran his
hand up the back of her right leg, up under the skirt, and let it
rest on the most luscious piece of bare ass he'd ever felt. He
thought, "Oh, God! How the fuck does Joy expect me to resist this?"
Judy stood straight and turned into his arms with a sultry smile.
She smiled when his eyes lit up on seeing her top. On impulse, she
squared her shoulders. Her smile broadened as she watched John's
wide eyes dart east and west. She touched his nose with her slimy
finger and cooed, "Did I surprise you?"
"Yeah, you surprised me. I love your top. You even shaved your
cunt."
Joy pushed him to arm's length and looked stunned, even hurt,
saying, "Don't be crude, John. I find that unbecoming."
"It looked to me like you wanted to be crude."
"I was being sensuous, not crude. I thought you'd know the
difference. Well, I'll teach you the difference."
Judy pulled him into a belly to belly embrace and draped her arms
around his neck. She kissed the wet spot on his nose, then
whispered sexily, "I had a talk with Joy and the girls. I told them
about us. You needn't be bashful around them. I thought you'd like
that. We can both express our feelings for each other openly,
anywhere in this house. Are you happy?"
"You mean I can fuck you in front of everyone."
"John! Why must you put things like that? We can make love in front
of them, if you wish, but I prefer making love in private. It'll be
much better in private. I won't be inhibited in the bedroom. Would
you like to go sit out there with them and love on each other. I'd
like that."
"Yeah, I guess. I am kinda hungry, though."
"John, honestly, I wonder if you really care. Eat if you want. I'll
be in my room."
She brushed past, but he caught her by the hand, spinning her into
his ass-cupping embrace. He smiled and said, "I was teasing you,
being sensuous. I'd like to see you go out there in your uniform.
I dare you."
"You mean just wear the belt and heels?"
"I think I'd like that top to be part of the uniform, only let me
fix your tits." Judy passively watched as John pushed the rolls
fully outside each breast, forcing the twin mounds high on her
chest and close together, in obscene offering. Judy looked at her
out-thrust hooters and laughingly said, "This looks obscene, but
it'll be perfect. I'll take that dare. Would you like the honor of
removing my skirt?"
John unbuckled the two-inch wide patent leather belt, saying,
"You're really going to go out there like this, huh?"
He handed Judy the belt and worked on the skirt's fastener and
zipper as Judy replied, "You dared me. I must."
John dropped to his knees to drop the skirt. He dropped it fast,
and planted a wet kiss to his mother's clit after she stepped free.
He then stood back as she posed seductively, looking like the
ultimate whore, saying, "Well, how do I look?"
"You look like a whore."
"JOHN! Oh, what am I getting upset about? Of course I look like a
whore. I forgot how I was dressed, or not dressed. I've got to tell
you, I feel more naked than absolute naked. I feel vulgar."
"That's how I like my women, vulgar. Come on. Let's go show them
how it's done."
Judy smiled, but said, "Woman, John, not women," then walked hand
in hand beside John into the living room. Joy relinquished the
sofa, and they sat while all eyes turned on them in amused
surprise. John immediately hung an arm around his mother's shoulder
and dipped his hand to cup her naked right tit. He mauled that tit.
Judy turned redder and whispered, "John, don't be so crude. Stroke,
don't knead them like dough."
John eased up a bit, but was soon back to honking her hooters. He
ran a hand up her leg and grabbed her by the cunt. She tore his
hand away and told him to settle down. She tried to give him a
tender kiss, but he licked her lips like a dog. She wiped her mouth
and settled for a snuggle in the crook of his arm. John pulled her
steadily until she laid across his lap.
Judy didn't like being pushed, and resisted. She soon found herself
over his lap with her naked ass in the air. He pinned her in place
with a firm left hand in the center of her back as she looked up at
him and cried, "John, stop this. What do you think you're doing?"
John ignored her protest and ran his hand over her luscious ass as
the others moved closer too look at her ass. Judy began kicking and
struggling hard, but not hard enough to break free, even as John's
finger rudely skewered her defenseless asshole. She reached back
with both hands to pry his hand off her back, but only succeeded in
getting those hands trapped my John's one hand.
The girls thought this was marvelous. Judy continued shouting
protests, flailing her legs. She looked to Joy and shouted, "Do
something." Then back at John shouting, "Damn you, John! Stop that
this instant. John, I'm not playing around. Get your finger out of
my ass, you son-of-a-bitch."
Judy wasn't aware, but Joy had shucked off her robe. She sat at
Judy's head, then turned in place to face Judy with her leg's
straddling her shoulders. Judy looked up just in time to have her
head grabbed by Joy's strong hands and shoved face first in Joy's
wide open beaver, muffling any further protests."
The kids were awed, and just stared with open mouths. Judy's
struggles were real and real hard, but with two people securing
her, real futile. Joy had her hands cupped over Judy's ears. She
reclined against the arm of the sofa and said, "John, keep up the
finger fucking of her ass. Bonnie, you help by using both hands to
pull her cheeks wide apart. Brenda, purse your fingers and thumb
and shove your whole hand up her cunt."
Brenda cried, "I can't do that. It'll kill her."
"Just do as I say, Brenda. I was doing that to your mother when she
was your age, and my hand was as big as it is now. She can take
your little hand easily. When you get inside, make a fist and fuck
her, not hard, but not easy. Do it. I'll explain latter."
Judy heard none of this, though she was sure Joy was directing the
assault. She struggled, though the effort was wasted. She accounted
for everyone's hands but Bonnie's, so the hand pushing into her
pussy had to be her little angel's. Judy, grimaced into the cunt,
then realized she had her mouth firmly against her sisters cunt.
She couldn't help but lick, then probe with her tongue. Twenty-one
years of dreaming about doing so had a powerfully numbing effect.
Though strong sensations were flooding her mind from below,
especially after Bonnie made a fist and began fucking motions;
still, Judy focused mostly on the pussy in her face. She gradually
stopped struggling.
Topside, Joy said, "I want to show you kids something about your
mother. Just watch and learn."
Bonnie was straining to see her mother's face in Joy's crotch, and
said, "Aren't you afraid she might bite you?"
"No, sweetheart. The thought never crossed my mind."
"Can she breathe?"
"Yes, her nose is clear."
"What's she doing?"
"She's trying to lick my tonsils from the back side."
"I wanna see her tongue in your pussy. Can I?"
"Just wait. She's almost there. Watch her closely. See how she's
going totally limp. John, release her hands." John looked puzzled,
but relaxed his grip. Judy's hands came down slowly, then settled
on Joy's inner thighs. Joy said, "Now, I'm going to let go. Don't
say anything with her ears uncovered. Just do as you're doing.
Watch what I do, and watch what she does. Okay, she's ready. I'm
letting go."
Joy relaxed her grip then eased her hands away. With her head free,
Joy didn't raise up. She used her freedom of movement to move her
mouth over yet unlicked portions of Joy's crotch. The kids watched
in rapt fascination. Joy used her hands to widen the spread she
offered her sister, then made the offering more obscene by pulling
her knees up to her shoulders. This rolled her loins up and made
the asshole easily accessible. Judy ran her tongue over everything,
and probed deep in both holes while her kids watched in awe.
Joy slowly lowed her feet to the sofa on either side of Judy's
shoulders, then began humping her cunt in Judy's face, face fucking
her as Judy had face fucked her earlier. After a minute of this,
Joy eased her ass to the sofa and placed her hands back over Judy's
ears. She moved Judy's head wherever she wanted it while saying,
"Look at her legs, now. See how she's welcoming what you guys are
doing to her. See how she's wiggling and squirming."
Brenda said, "She sure seems to like it, now. Boy, this really
feels weird, neat, but weird. I thought she'd be screaming her
lungs out."
Bonnie said, "Look, I'm in up to my forearm. God, this is so neat."
John said, "I've never seen anything like this, Joy."
"I learned this as a teenager, but I never had the guts to make her
eat me. I could kick myself now. I did everything else but. She
lost her cherry this way, and got gang banged this way a bunch of
times. She even got pregnant twice in high school. Mom made her get
abortions, that's why your mother won't ever get another. She never
ratted on me, though."
Bonnie said, "Wow, Joy, you are so cool."
"Okay, pay attention. Your mother will fight almost anything sexual
that is forced on her, but when she realizes that resistance is
futile, she'll gradually surrender and relax. You saw that. Now,
when she is totally relaxed, that's a turning point. She somehow
clicks into another personality. I call it her slut mode. If you
keep up the stimulation without hurting her, she gets hornier and
hornier, sluttier and sluttier. She can't help it. She can't fight
it. She can't resist. That knowledge may come in handy some day, so
remember it.
"Okay, here's the plan. I'm going to let go of her head and have
myself a good cum. John, when you see me get my nut, you brush the
girls away and start wailing the tar out of her ass. I mean, spank
the shit out of her, hard and fast, one right after the other. She
can take it, trust me. You'll have to do it hard to break this
state she's in. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, sure, if you say so."
"Good. You girls might want to move down here at that time. I think
you'll get a good show, because your Mom will want to eat my cum
from my pussy hole in spite of the spanking. That should be fun to
watch. Get right in close, because she won't even know you're
there. All she'll be aware of is juicy pussy and a fire burning on
her ass. Sooner or latter, though, she won't be able to take
anymore, and she'll fight her way off. That would be a good time to
get out of the way, because she'll come flying of John's lap. Don't
stop her, John. Let her go."
John said, "She's going to be pissed, Joy."
"She'll be madder than a hornet. Don't worry. Her bark is worse
than her bite. Let her vent, and she'll quickly calm down. You
girls just sit there and don't act intimidated. I wouldn't smile at
her, but don't shy away or look sorry or guilty. John, I'm counting
on you to pour on the charm. I think she'll respond after she vents
her steam. Don't stop being a jerk. Be a bigger jerk. Remember what
we talked about. Nothing's changed. What we did should help, but I
doubt we changed the way she feels about you. She'll blame this
nasty interlude on me, not you."
"Good. She should."
"She always gets embarrassed by the way she acted, and that's
understandable. She always gets over it, though, and ends up
blaming herself. That's why I say, don't worry about her threats.
They're hollow, and whatever she threatens you with, she'll undo.
Okay, are we all set? Here we go."
Joy released Judy's head and got in position for a face fuck. She
planted her feet as wide as the sofa allowed and laid her knees out
as well. When she lifted her ass, the kids could see their mother
devouring their aunt's beaver like a mad woman. They all strained
to see better while doing their respective jobs.
Joy cried out, "Oh, yes, Judy, eat my cunt, you whore. Suck my
pussy, bitch. You know you love it, you little cunt lapping slut.
Move your head from side to side so your kids can see your tongue
in my pussy. Show your kids how much you love eating your sister's
nasty cunt."
The kids watched in amazement as their mother eagerly followed
Joy's lewd suggestion with enthusiasm. She first laid her cheek on
Joy's left thigh so the girls could see her extended tongue licking
feverishly up and down the wide slit and inside the hole. She laid
her cheek on the other side to show John the same thing. She
repeated this while Joy's cunt fucked her face, and while Joy
heaped filthy insults that spurned her on. The kids watched the
most erotic spectacle they'd ever seen, and it lasted ten minutes."
Joy came explosively. John brushed the girls away, and they
immediately took places at Joy's left hip, overlooking the scene
where their mother's tongue lapped furiously in Joy's hole. Joy had
stopped humping and pulled her cunt lips apart to further expose
the hole as the first hard smack came down on Judy's ass.
Judy jerked in response, but the surprising smack didn't slow her
down. Slaps came one after the other, and they soon had Judy
squirming and flailing her legs. Still, she licked at the pussy.
Still more slaps fell, and Judy's ass turned bright red all over.
She tried to protect her ass with her hands, but John always hit
where they weren't until Judy finally broke contact with the pussy
and shouted, "STOP HITTING ME, GOD DAMNIT! JOHN! John! God damn
you. STOP!"
In a wild flurry of flailing arms and legs, Judy came flying from
John's lap to land at his feet. She sat up quickly with a face red
as a fire engine. She glared at the girls who immediately sat on
the floor. She stood and glared down on Joy, still sprawled
obscenely, saying, "You fucking bitch! You get out of my house. I
hate you. You slimy cunted whore." She turned to her daughters and
yelled, "As for you two bitches, you're both grounded for the rest
of the school year. No more phone. No more TV. No more allowance.
How could you two humiliate me that way? Her, I understand. I know
she put you up to it, but you both have minds of your own. You
could have said, no. Well, you'll wish you had."
She then turned to John and said in a softer, more hurt than angry
tone, "And you, how could you do that to me? You hurt me, John. You
humiliated me."
She was about to ream him royally when John pouted and said, "I'm
sorry, Mom. I can't help myself. I must be sick."
As predicted, she melted. She knelt on the sofa and cupped his
face, softly saying, "John, don't you ever do anything like that
again. You must try to control those urges, at least in public,
even here at home. That wasn't what I meant when I said you could
do anything."
"You're pissed at me, aren't you?"
"No, sweetheart. I'm not pissed. Look, let's just start over." She
snuggled back into his shoulder, saying, "You girls better just sit
quietly. I told you if I couldn't ignore your presence, there'd be
trouble. I'm going to give you a second chance to redeem
yourselves. If you'll sit quietly, and just watch, you can forget
what I said."
Joy was still sprawled beside her; in fact, Judy had to squeeze by
her to kneel before John. Joy's pussy was now against Judy's bare
hip. Judy looked to Joy, then looked at her cunt, then back up to
say, "Forget what I said about leaving, but I'm still upset with
you. You've earned yourself a shaved head, but I'll forgive that
too if you'll just sit quietly and not interfere. And cover
yourself. You're being disgusting."
Joy pulled her lips apart, drawing Judy's eyes to the spread as she
said, "Are you sure you wouldn't care for more pussy cream before
I cover it up."
"Stop it, Joy. You've had your fun, now behave yourself." Joy sat
up and reached for her robe. While putting it on, she said, "That
was a great cum, sis. Thanks for eating my pussy."
"Joy!" Judy turned away from Joy to John saying, "Forget her. I'll
deal with her later. Now, where were we?"
Her left hand drifted over the bulge in his jeans, and she lightly
caressed his manhood. John unbuttoned his fly and pulled the fly
open.
Judy did not want to go this far, but considering where they'd
already been, her curiosity got the best of her. Her hand went
inside his BVDs and soon encountered a throbbing male hardness, a
sticky male hardness. She brought her hand up to her nose and
instantly made a face on getting a whiff of very ripe pussy. She
pushed away to sit up and glare at him, saying, "You were out with
another girl?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I suppose you knocked off number twenty-five."
"No, I was polishing two old notches. What's the bid deal? I can
manage three, four, or five in one night."
Judy slumped with disappointment, but let her hand return to the
exciting cock. John whispered, "Are you mad at me?"
"I'm disappointed. We're going to have to work on that, John. I'm
not mad. How could I be mad at you, sweetheart. At least you came
home to me."
"Prove you're not mad. Kiss my dick. Lick it, too."
Judy tried not to convey her surprise at his lewd suggestion. Her
surprise was obvious, though they couldn't hear the reply. She
leaned to his ear and whispered, "How could you ask me to do such
a thing in front of them? If that really turns you on, I'll do it
in the bedroom."
John whispered, but not softly enough so that the others couldn't
hear, "It would really turn me on if you licked my dick in front of
them. They know I just fucked two girls. I want them to see you
licking their pussy juice off my dick. That would really turn me
on."
"John, please don't ask that of me, and whisper quieter. They heard
every word you said."
"I really, really want you to do that, though."
"All right, I'll kiss it, but I won't lick it until we get in the
bedroom."
John spoke in a voice that was loud and clear, "I want you to lick
every inch of my cock and balls. I want you to clean my crotch with
your tongue. You said we could do anything. Well, that's what I
want to do." He punctuated this statement by rudely grabbing her by
the cunt while shoving his two middle fingers inside.
Judy had enough. She tore his hand away, struggled free, and led
him up the stairs. Once out of sight and ear shot, in the upstairs
hallway, she backed him to the wall and said, "Slow down! I am not
a piece of meat. We won't be doing that again until you've had a
few lessons." She then smiled warmly and said, "You really liked
what happened down there, didn't you?"
"I loved it. I love watching you suck cunt."
"John, we're alone now. You can stop showing off. There's no one to
show off to but me, and I already told you that I hate that kind of
crude talk. Look, that wasn't the real me down there. Joy has that
effect on me. She makes me do crazy things, things I have no
control over. I hate when she does that, and she knows it. I'll
straighten her out later, but you must remember not to ever treat
me like that again."
"But it was fun. I liked treating you that way."
"I know. Look, we can play games when we're alone. You can spank
me, if that's what you like. I know other games you might like to
play, but they're just games. I'll tell you when I'm in the mood to
play a game, then we'll mutually decide what game we'll play. I am
not in a game-playing mood now. I'm in a loving mood, and I'm
loving you. I bought you something."
"Yeah, I heard you are having my MG fixed."
"Not that, something sexy. It's on your bed."
"Well, let's go check it out."
On the bed was a pair of leopard skin pattern speedo briefs so thin
they looked like they'd blow away with a puff of air. She knelt
before him and held them open as though for him to step in, saying,
"Take your pants off. Let's try them on. Wear them for me, and I'll
clean you with my tongue afterward."
John grabbed the briefs and tossed them to his dresser, saying,
"I'll try them on later."
Judy frowned and stood. John said, "You look a bit tired. Why don't
you lie down on my bed."
This brought a smile to her face. She reclined on her back in the
center of the bed after kicking off her heels. She stretched her
arms overhead and ran her fingers along the notches. John sat at
her hip, facing her head, and trailed his fingers up the inside of
her left leg while his other hand toyed with her compressed tits,
now arching skyward. As he rubbed her tits, she said, "So, is
number twenty-five reserved for anyone special?"
"Yes."
"Anyone I know?"
His finger stroked through her moist slit as he said, "Oh, yes. You
know her intimately."
"Does she have any hair on her vagina?"
John peered between her legs after he forced her legs wide. He
examined every inch with a rude finger then said, "Nope, her cunt's
as bald as a baby's ass."
This time, she laughed, then raised her head to watch him toying
with her clit. She said, "John, you're impossible. I'd much prefer
you called it a vagina. There's times when street talk is
appropriate, but not during foreplay. Actually, nasty talk turns me
on when I'm nearing my climax, but never during foreplay."
He slipped a finger inside and began a crude finger fucking motion
saying, "Is that what this is called? I thought it was finger
banging. Your cunt sure recovered fast. I thought Bonnie ruined
you."
Joy struggled up on one elbow and stopped the assault with a firm
hand, saying, "John, stop being crude and grabby. I find this
behavior very upsetting. Touch me gently, softly, and whisper sweet
nothings in my ear. I respond to that. I turn off to being finger
banged. Forget what happened down there. I don't want to be
reminded. As for my vagina recovering [she smiled] I work on that
with vaginal exercises. I think you'll find me nice and tight when
I squeeze your penis while it's inside me. Touch me gently and
you'll find out."
"Other girls aren't this much trouble."
Hurt and angry, she said, "If you want other girls, what are you
doing with me?"
"I want you, too, Mom. I want you to be number twenty-five."
Judy sat up and took John by the shoulders, looking deep in his
eyes. She said, "Let's start over. I think this mother son thing is
getting in our way. You know, I think I'd like to call you Robert.
Why don't you call me Ann."
"I'd rather call you whore."
Through a pained face, she said, "WHAT?"
"Yeah, I always dreamed of having a whore for a mother. I fantasize
a lot about you being a whore that's always out fucking guys.
You're always horny and acting slutty, and you like when I call you
a whore."
Judy pushed John away, then got up off the bed, saying, "I was such
a fool to think you were any different than any other man. I
thought you cared about me as a woman, but to you, I'm just another
slut for your headboard. Well, I have news for you, mister; I am
not a whore, and you can start looking for another number twenty-
five."
At the door, she paused to say, "I'm not blaming you. I'm mad at
myself. You were just being you; I was just being an old fool. I
won't hold any of this against you. Let's just try to get along,
okay?"
"Sure, but I'll keep twenty-five open for a couple of weeks, just
in case you change your mind."
"Suit yourself, but I seriously doubt that."
Judy went to the top of the stairs and called Joy to her bedroom.
Joy entered and found Judy, face down in a pillow, sobbing, her
cute little shaved pussy peeking out from between her legs. Joy sat
on the bed at her hip and laid a hand comfortingly on the back of
Judy's right thigh. She then began rubbing in circles. Judy turned
her head on the pillow to look at Joy, saying, "Joy, I'm such a
fool. You were so right. You were right about everything."
"I know, I know. At least it didn't take you long to find out."
Joy's massaging hand made bigger circles and were soon riding up on
Judy's bare ass cheek. Judy ignored this intimate massage and said,
"Yes, but not before I made a complete ass of myself in front of
everyone. I know why you did what you did. You were trying to bring
me to my senses, weren't you?"
Joy's hand crossed over, brushing over wet pussy lips on their way
to the left cheek and thigh, saying, "True, but I still had a ball
doing it. You did make an ass of yourself, but thanks to me, the
girls were prepared. You didn't shock them. They were quite amused.
You look good eating pussy."
Again, Joy's hand crossed over, only this time each finger made
firm contact and got wet in the passing. Judy felt the cool trail
drying on the far cheek as the fingers continued to wipe themselves
dry on fresh skin. It felt good. She said, "Yeah, I'll bet they
were amused. Actually, I want to thank you for doing what I never
could. They needed that talk. I'm sure, if you covered dog sex, you
covered everything."
This time, Joy reached the crack of Judy's ass and turned her
fingers down, then massaged between Judy's legs, saying, "Yeah, I
covered the shit out of dog sex. They had a million questions. I
was very thorough, so you needn't hide in shame. You're still the
mom and the bread winner. They still respect you, and love you,
even though you never fucked a dog."
"They really admire you for that, don't they?"
"Yes, they do."
"I've been a good girl, and they think I'm sick."
"They just think you're very hard-up and horny, that's all."
Joy's massage was more a masturbation from the rear as her fingers
slightly delved inside the hole and rubbed the clit on each pass.
Judy signaled her acceptance of this obscene service by moving her
legs apart. Joy signaled her understanding by sending her two
middle fingers deep in the hole as Judy said, "Tell me about the
dogs. I know I always shut you off, but now I'm curious. You said
you showed the girls pictures. I didn't know you had pictures."
"Five albums full in my room. Did you think that one you saw was
the first?"
"No, but I thought Jack would have any others."
"He has albums too. That one he took and mailed was the worst one.
It didn't even show the dog's dick in me. He needed something
current. We hadn't taken any pictures in years. We had plenty."
"What's it like, really, to live the way you did. Those first years
with Jack must have been pure hell."
"Those were the best years. I was on a sexual high for the first
three years. Everything was new and exciting. After a while, that
shit gets old. It never got boring, but it did get old."
"You once told me he made you wear a dog collar everywhere."
"Yes, for the first three years. Remember, it had the inscription,
'Bitch Whore' engraved on a brass plate. Wear something like that
to the Piggly Wiggly and see if your cunt doesn't wake up."
"I can't even imagine how you got away with that. Didn't you get
arrested every time you left the house?"
"Not once. I was cited a dozen times for public indecency, but
never arrested. Those are like speeding tickets and they usually
come with a fuck from the cop."
"That's unreal. You wore it everywhere?"
"Sometimes, I'd wear a turtle neck sweater or a scarf. It all
depended on where I was going and what I was doing. I got used to
it in time, and the last year, I hardly ever hid it. Why, are you
thinking of getting one? I still have mine."
Judy laughed. "That would be a trip, me wearing a dog collar."
"Yeah, that's right, you have a job. They probably wouldn't like
that around the office."
"You don't know Gary Edwards. He'd love it. In his business, that
would be a plus. He wheels and deals with some of the sickest,
skuzziest perverts around; besides, we don't deal with the general
public. The office I work in is private. No, if I ever showed up
wearing a dog collar that said 'Bitch Whore' on it, I'd be screwed
royally. It would be open season on pretty Judy McDuff. My lesbian
front wouldn't stop him if he saw me wearing that."
"It's a front? You sure fooled us."
Judy laughed and said, "I got carried away, didn't I?"
"Just a little bit, but I didn't mind."
"I recall." A pregnant pause followed, then Judy said, "He wants to
treat me like a whore, Joy. John does. He wants to call me a whore.
He expects me to smile when he calls me a whore."
"Look at the surprise on my face."
"I can't believe what I made you do to your beautiful hair. God, I
am so sorry."
"Hair grows back."
"Joy, when you're finished playing with my pussy, and I do want you
to finish, I want you to go get that credit card from my purse
along with any cash you find. There should be over a hundred. Don't
ever give that card back to me. As long as you're here, and you can
stay as long as you want, I'll clear that five-hundred dollar line
of credit each month. I won't ever threaten you with having to
leave. I don't care what you do. You have my word."
"Judy, I love you. You just lifted the world from my shoulders."
"You deserve a better sister than me. I'm scum. I'm a slut. You are
too, but you have the courage to live your life with your head held
high. I'm a chicken-shit slut with my head in the sand."
"You can always pull your head from the sand. John will still be
after you. You still need to protect the girls; although, to tell
you the truth, they don't want protecting. They are both wannabe
sluts."
"Yeah, I got that impression while I was fondling John's cock. They
were eager to see me pull it free of his shorts. I suppose I need
to put those girls on the pill. I don't expect you to protect them.
If I came home and found you holding Bonnie's legs apart for John,
I would not be at all surprised or upset."
"That's good to know. And if John's fucking me?"
"I'll hold your legs apart. Have at him. You two were made for each
other."
"And what about you?"
"I guess I'll take one day at a time and try to put Humpty Dumpty
back together again. I can't go back to being plain old Mom, I know
that. I'm putting this slut on the pill first thing tomorrow. After
holding that boy's cock, I know I'm in trouble if he catches me in
the right mood and approaches me the right way. Knowing you, he'll
get good coaching."
"Well, I'm happy to see you have the proper attitude. I would like
to see your notch on his headboard. It might interest you to know
who number one was. Remember we guessed that it was an adult, that
whoever started him off taught him the ropes of seduction. We were
right, but you'll shit when you hear who it was."
"If I'm going to shit, get your thumb out of my ass."
"It was Mom, Judy. He screwed our mother, and he's still screwing
her about once a week."
Judy twisted half around, total shock registering on her aroused
face as she cried, "I don't believe it! That can't be true."
"It is. I confronted her about it right after he told me. She broke
down and fessed up. You can call her if you want. I'm not lying.
That's where he was tonight. Dad's at a gun show. He took his
little bimbette there and they had a threesome. Mom put him up to
asking you to lick his dick clean. She told me to look for that to
happen, then call her back if it did."
Judy's head fell to the pillow. She got up on her knees to present
Joy a provocative target for her masturbatory massage, saying, "The
bastard tried to make her happy. You know damn well he dipped his
dick in Mom's twat last."
"He's a pip, ain't he?"
"Oh, he's a pip all right. He's a pip like his dad. Mom has some
nerve. You know those notches started over two years ago, and she
gave him that headboard. I thought that was a strange gift to give
a thirteen-year-old boy for Christmas, but there it was. Now I
remember when I first told her he was carving notches in it. She
said, 'It's his headboard, he can carve on it if he wants.' That
sly bitch gave my son a trophy headboard and taught him how to put
the notches on it."
"She is a stinker."
"Jesus Christ. Oh, Joy, that feels so good! Keep doing that and
I'll drench your fingers."
Joy pulled her hand away and gave Judy a playful parting slap on
the ass, saying, "Sorry, kid, but I want to leave you horny and
frustrated."
Judy collapsed, then rolled to her back, pleading, "Why, because I
ruined your hair?"
"No, I just want to. I'd like you to talk to John, and I want you
horny when you do."
"Again, why?"
"He'll try to fuck you, and I don't think you're in any condition
to resist."
"You're right, but I can't risk it. I'm ovulating, Joy. That's why
I'm acting so weird and so horny."
"That wasn't going to stop you a while ago."
"This is super dumb, but I was in-love. I didn't care. I was going
to let John decide. If he wanted to get me pregnant, I was willing.
I'm not willing now. No way do I want that shithead's rug rat. He'd
take me down to the pool hall, barefoot in my ninth month, and show
me off to his buddies. I can see him patting my big belly saying,
"Yeah, I knocked up the bitch. I'm all man."
"Yeah, I picture that too. That's why I want you to take the risk."
"I'll talk to him, if that will please you. I owe you that much,
but don't get your hopes up about me letting him screw me. I can't
let that happen, and there's no way I'd trust him to pull out. Not
now, anyway."
"I understand, but I think this will be an even match. I think it's
a fifty fifty shot, but I'm going to go talk with John first to
give him a few pointers. I think that will make it a seventy-
five/twenty-five chance that he'll at least get to fuck you. Give
me five minutes with him, then you have to spend one hour with him,
here, in your bedroom, dressed just as you are. Oh, and me and the
girls get to sit in chairs and watch quietly. Do we have a deal?"
"I don't want to get pregnant, Joy."
"Then don't let him stick his dick in your pussy."
"If you talk to him the odds will be 100% in his favor."
"You owe me, Judy. I didn't want to fall back on the haircut, but
look at me. It'll take me at least nine months to look decent
again. We'll be in the same boat if you fuck up. The odds will
still be fifty/fifty, though."
"How do you figure?"
"Look, if you get him to agree to pull out because you are
ovulating, I'd say the odds are even Steven. He might; he might
not. I honestly think he'll honor your request, or want to. I think
a lot depends on you at the time of ejaculation. If you remind him,
he'll probably pull out. If you get caught up in the throes of
passion and forget, you're fucked. Again, I think those odds are
fifty/fifty, too. Anyway you look at it, you have a fifty/fifty
chance of ending up pregnant if you meet with him for one hour."
"I don't know, Joy."
"Let's sweeten the pot. We both know he's going to fuck you. If he
cums in you, you become his whore for one year. That means you fuck
when he wants, how he wants, and who he wants. You can deny him
nothing. If he wants to see you sucking pussy, you suck pussy. That
means if he wants you pregnant, and tonight fails, he can keep on
trying. If he wants you putting on doggie fuck and suck shows, you
will. Conversely, if he fucks you but no sperm winds up in your
pussy, I'll be his whore for a year, and I'll let him knock me up.
To further sweeten the deal, if he doesn't fuck you, I'll be your
sex slave for as long as you want me."
"All right, Joy. You've just given me the incentive to win. He's
not fucking me. I want you, Joy. I would love to have you as a sex
slave. I don't have to let him touch me, and he can't know anything
except that if he fucks me, he gets a whore. That's got to be part
of the deal."
"All right, he must ask permission to do anything sexual, including
touching."
"Go get the girls. Go talk to him, then send him in."
"That's the spirit. This will be fun. You'll see."
"Oh yeah, loads of fun. Possibly nine fucking months worth of fun
for somebody."
* * *
John was on his bed slowly jacking off when Joy walked in. She gave
his cock a few pumps, then said, "Kid, you are about to enter the
contest of your stud career that will test your true abilities, and
you'll be on your own. Your mother and I agreed on a contest. She
has to spend one hour with you on her bed, wearing what she had on
when you last saw her. You can't do anything sexual to her without
first obtaining permission, but your goal is to fuck her. If you
fuck her, you'll get a whore for a year that will do anything you
want, anything. Your whore can refuse you nothing."
"Mom went along with this? If I fuck her, she'll be my whore?"
"I didn't say that. I said if you fuck her, you'll wind up with a
whore. It'll be her or me depending on a side bet we have that you
can't be privy to. Well, are you up to the challenge?"
John sat up, excitement written all over his face. "Fuck, yes! I
know I can fuck her in ten minutes. In an hour, I can fuck her
three times. I can fuck her in the mouth, ass, and pussy in that
time."
"You just see that you fuck her pussy, and don't be over confident.
She has a lot riding on this. She can control what she thinks, and
you can't touch her. Don't go in there all cocky, swaggering, and
confident. If you never made love before, you'd better learn how
fast. If you don't know foreplay, you're not dipping your dick in
anything moist."
"I know what she must have told you, but I'm an expert at foreplay.
I can make any woman cum without touching her. She's fucked, Joy.
I guarantee it."
Joy stood smiling and said, "You're on stage in one minute, stud.
By the way, your sisters and I will be watching and rooting for
you, but don't think about us being there. You concentrate on
Mommy. Good luck."
"Wait! What the fuck happened to your hair?"
"Your mother made me take shears to it so you'd look at her and not
me. Cool, huh?"
"Yeah, real cool."
Judy had a few minutes alone with her daughters. They had brought
chairs with them and set the chairs at the foot of the bed. Judy
explained the wager, even the side bet. She warned them not to say
a word, and told them there was no chance they'd be seeing a sex
show, so they needn't look so eager.
Joy returned earlier than expected and took her seat between Brenda
and Bonnie as Judy moved to the center of the bed, straightened her
top, pressed her knees together, and reclined on two pillows,
saying, "You didn't tell him about our side bet, did you?"
"No, all he knows is that he gets a whore for a year if he gets his
dick in your pussy. He knows it will be you or me, but he doesn't
know how that's to be determined. And don't you tell him, either."
"I won't, but it doesn't matter. He's not getting that far. Go
ahead and smile, but I have never been more determined, and I don't
have an aroused cell in my body. The sooner this is over with the
better. After that, they'll be leaving, but you'll be staying a
long time. You can start practicing tongue exercises."
When the door opened, Judy looked, then immediately dropped her
head to the pillow. She looked at a point on the ceiling and began
reciting the Lord's prayer: "Our father, who art in heaven,
hollowed be thy name..."
John entered wearing only the leopard skin briefs. He smiled to Joy
and the girls, then advanced to the bed. He crawled up and laid
alongside his mother without touching any part of her with any part
of him. He laid his head on the pillow with his mouth by her ear.
She continued her prayer, focused in space, her arms held stiffly
at her sides with her legs held tightly together.
He talked softly over her words, saying, "Mom, I'm sorry for the
way I acted. I was a jerk, but I had to do that. [Judy kept
reciting the Lord's prayer, but in a lower voice where she could
hear what he was saying.] I knew I had screwed up earlier this
morning. I went after you the I would any other girl. I never would
have had the courage to try, but I spied on you and Joy when you
went into the kitchen. I heard you talking about my cock, and
talking horny."
Judy was on her third Lord's prayer, but missing words unless it
goes: "Our kingdom done, our will be come."
John talked on, saying, "I saw you feeling up Joy, and I saw you
differently. I thought I had a chance to realize a dream I'd had
for years and years. Mom, I've wanted you as far back as I can
remember. Even as a little kid, I'd get hardons thinking about you
naked. Just looking at your sexy legs got my little dick hard. I
thought I had a chance, so I went for it the only way I knew how,
by making the chick fall in love with me. I'm good at that. It
never fails. I wasn't thinking about how that might hurt you. I was
only thinking of myself. I wanted it that badly. I didn't care how
that might affect you."
And Judy said, "Forgive us this day our daily bread and give us our
trespasses..."
"When I got home, Joy told me how upset you were, how crazy you
were acting. She told me what a dumb thing that was to do, and I
felt really bad."
Judy stopped praying to say, "So you ran right out and fucked
somebody."
"No, I went and got laid twice, hoping by doing so I'd be able to
control myself when I saw you again. I knew I had to undo the
damage I'd done, but I was afraid that if you even looked at me
with those sexy eyes, I'd melt. I didn't dare come home horny.
That's why it took so long. I couldn't get you out of my mind."
"Four score and seven years ago, our fathers which art in heaven.."
"I knew I had to treat you rotten if you had that lovie look in
your eyes. I hated to do it, Mom. I really did, but I knew I had to
make you stop loving me that way even if it cost me the one thing
I wanted more than anything in the world--you on my headboard. I
really am a jerk, Mom, but I'm not that bad a jerk. The truth is,
I love you and respect you. I adore you, but I still want to fuck
you and add you to my list of conquests. I still do."
Judy stopped talking and got up to face John on one elbow. She
looked him in the eyes and said, "John, you look right in my eyes
and tell me what you just said is the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth."
John looked hard in her eyes and said, "I swear on my love for you,
not romantic love, but the love a son has for his mother, every
word I said is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth, so help me God."
Judy got up on her knees, and John got up to receive her hug. Judy
embraced him tightly while saying, "Oh, John, I just knew you
couldn't be like that." She broke the embrace to cup his face in
her hands, saying, "Everything you said makes sense, now. You're
good, John, you are so good. I fell head over heels in love with
you. I haven't felt like that in years, but don't worry, I'm wide
awake now. I see what happened. I was starving for intimate
affection. I was ripe for the plucking, and I admire you for not
taking advantage of me in that condition."
She turned to Joy and said, "And dear sister, I love you more than
ever for what you said to him. I would have thought you'd tell him
to go for the kill. Joy, that was really sweet."
"Sweet, schmeet, fuck the kid. You owe him."
Judy smiled, then returned her gaze to John, saying, "I know why
you're here, but I can't let you fuck me. I can't explain now, but
after this hour is up, after I get on the pill anyway, I'm going to
give you the best fuck you ever had. And, I want it raunchy dirty,
too. I'm ovulating, John. That's part of the problem. I can't take
any chances. You're a scoundrel, and I know that. I'll make it up
to you, though. When you call me a whore, I'll smile big, even in
front of your friends."
"You know I have to try, don't you?"
"I know, but I'm telling you straight out, you may not put your
magnificent cock in my very wet and horny pussy. There is one thing
we can do that I'm sure you'll like. Remember what I said I'd do if
you'd wear these briefs? I'm still willing, and they came for a
show. I'd hate to disappoint them."
"Mom, there's something I have to tell you about that."
Judy smiled and said, "I know. Joy told me. I don't care. Maybe the
girls don't know. Why don't you tell them."
John turned to his sisters and said, "I've been fucking Grandma for
several years. She was my first, in fact. I fucked her right before
I came home. Grandma wanted me to get Mom to clean my dick and
balls with her tongue."
Bonnie said, "Yeah, we know. Joy told us. Let her do it, John. We
want to see Mom lick Grandma's pussy juice off your cock. She loves
pussy juice."
Judy said, "Hear that, John? We have the audience in the palm of
our hands. Why don't you lie across the foot of the bed where they
can all get a good look at this. Let's give them a good
performance. Let me know if you feel like cumming. I want to jack
you off in my face."
John got in position on his back, his stiff dick stretched the
fabric to its limits. The waist band was stretched two inches clear
of his washboard stomach, and a dark spot stained the material that
went over the crown of his dick. Judy knelt facing the girls and
began untying the top, saying, "I think I should be naked for
this."
Judy stripped her blouse off in a sexy tease, then rolled her
nipples and molded her breasts. She then stood on the bed and
undulated her loins while teasingly removing the belt. She ran a
finger into her moist slit, then entered her hole for a sensual
finger fuck. She withdrew the finger and sucked it, bringing smiles
to everyone. She stood naked with her legs apart. She framed her
sex and did a bump and grind.
She then dropped to her knees and kissed the wet spot over the head
of John's dick. She took the waist band in her teeth and tugged it
over the top and down past his balls. John's arching cock shot up,
pulsing with his heartbeat. Judy used her hands to work the briefs
down his legs and off with a twirl. Joy said, "Wait, Judy. Let me
get Mom on the phone. I know she'd like a blow-by-blow."
Judy said, "I'm sure she would. Go ahead, but I don't want to talk
to her."
Joy got up and used the remote phone to make the call. She returned
to her seat as Emily answered. "Mom, this is Joy. You'll never
guess what I'm looking at....Okay, you guessed....yes, they're
right in front of Brenda, Bonnie, and me, stark naked on Judy's
bed. John's lying on his back across the foot of the bed, and Judy
is kneeling at his hip ready to lick his slimy dick....No, it
wasn't her idea. I thought of calling you, but Judy liked the
idea....Yes, she knows....It was my pleasure....No, she's waiting
for my go-ahead. I'm waiting for yours...."
Joy looked to Judy and said, "Start licking your mother's pussy
juice off your son's cock. Her words, not mine."
Joy returned to the phone, saying, "Yes, Mother, she's licking up
and down the shaft....Yes, we're all leaning forward with our
elbows on the edge of the mattress. We want to see that she's
licking it good, and she is....She's making a face, but a pleasant
face. She has this look that says she'd love to lick the cunt that
could produce such a wonderful flavor....I'll pass that on. Hold
on....
"Mom said she'll spread her legs wide for your tongue any time."
Judy stopped to say, "Tell her I'll take her up on that offer."
"Did you hear that, Mom?...I agree, she'll make an excellent cunt
lapper. The taste certainly agrees with her. She just noticed all
the wet areas around the base of his cock, and she's now licking
the wet part of his nut sack....She's in heaven, Mom. She's
changing positions. John wants her pussy over his face. There,
she's straddling his head and sucking his cock....Yes, he's
starting with thigh nibbles....Bonnie's got her head in the
way...there, that's better. He's nibbling all around it, just like
you taught him....Yes, he's driving her mad. She can't keep it
still....Okay, hold on."
"Mom wants to know if you'll bring John by sometime and lick them
while they fuck." Joy spoke to the phone, saying, "She has a
mouthful of cock right now, Mother, but she nodded eagerly....Yes,
she is a horny little bitch. She has Brenda playing with her tits,
and Bonnie's at the other end fingering her pussy. Correction, now
she's fingering her asshole....I'll check....Yes, he's eating her
pussy, but he had no choice. She's fucking his face.
Judy suddenly spun around and laid over John, taking his head in
her hands. Joy held the phone beside their mouths. With a face
filled with uncontrolled lust, Judy said, "I want your cock in me,
John. If you swear you'll pull out before you cum, we'll try
fucking. Look me in the eyes. Promise me."
"I promise. I swear to you; I'll pull out in time. Please let me
fuck you."
"John, listen closely. I want this as much as you do, but you can't
cum in my pussy. I'll hate you if you break your promise."
"I wouldn't do that to you, Mom. I swear I wouldn't. I know that
would get you pregnant. I know you'd have to have the baby. I'm not
that perverted."
"John, I'm going to trust you, but if you let me down, you can kiss
that MG goodbye. I mean that. I'm going to be on top. I want you to
have your hands under you. I'll know when you're about to cum if
you're anything like your father. If I feel those signs, and you
haven't said anything, I'll get off and never get on again. Do you
understand?"
"Mom, I gave my word. I can control my orgasm if you go slow. If
you start going fast, I'll even warn you to slow down. I'll know
long before I cum, especially since I've had three nuts in the past
two hours. I don't cum easy the forth time."
Judy smiled and said, "I'll make it good. When you're ready, let me
know. I want to suck the cum out of your mother fucking nuts and
swallow every drop."
"I like that better than a twat shot anyway."
"I thought you might. Okay, lie lengthwise on the bed with your
knees over the foot of the bed. I want to mount you backwards so I
can face everyone. I want them to get a good look at your big cock
going up my pussy."
The girls took their seats as John and Judy got in position. She
had to squat to get her pussy high enough for entry. Both girls
were leaning forward with their hands folded on John's thighs and
their chins on their hands, looking at the cock poised to enter
their mother's pussy just inches away. Joy was sitting back smugly
giving Emily the blow-by-blow as Judy slowly sank on the stiff
shaft. When she sat with John's pubic hairs matted beneath her cunt
lips, Joy held the phone to Judy's lips to capture the swoon.
Judy sat impaled and said, "Oh, fuck, this feels so damn good.
Thank you, Mother. Thank you for making this possible."
Judy checked to insure John still had his hands under his ass
before slowly settling to her knees and beginning a steady ride up
and down the shaft to go along with a rocking motion that
continually changed the angle. She fucked herself on the bottom
half of his cock, enjoying the raptured looks the girls had on
their faces. Brenda was on her left; Bonnie was on the right.
Judy leaned back on straight arms affording them an even better
look at their joined genitals as she moved her pussy up and down
the shaft. Judy addressed Brenda, saying, "Do you like watching
your brother's big cock fucking your mother's bald pussy,
sweetheart?"
Brenda looked up, smiled, and said, "Yeah, I really do. You like
it, don't you?"
"I love it. I'll bet this is making your pussy wet, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"Let me see your wet pussy, Brenda. Show Mommy."
Brenda blushed, looked to Joy for the nod, then sat back in her
seat and hiked her skirt. She had no panties on. She bashfully
parted her legs to reveal the pink, wet slit. Judy smiled and said,
"That's a pretty pussy, Brenda. Did you shave it?"
This inspired Brenda to finger her slit teasingly as she said, "No,
Joy did."
"That figures." Judy turned to Bonnie and said, "Are you getting
off on this too?"
"Yeah, wanna see my wet pussy?"
"Of course I do."
Bonnie eagerly sat back and brought her legs up making a wide 'V'.
She pulled her tight lips apart to show her wet pussy hole, saying,
"She shaved mine, too. Do you like my pussy, Mom? Would you like to
lick it and suck it?"
"I love your pussy, sweetheart. I'd love to eat you all up. I'll
bet you want this cock, too, don't you?"
"Yeah, can I try it next."
"We'll see. When the time comes, I'll hold your legs apart. First,
you and Brenda are getting on the pill."
Judy addressed herself to Joy, saying, "As for you, I have big
plans for your ass. Wipe that smug grin off your face. You haven't
won shit. John will honor his word. He's no dummy. He knows where
his bread is buttered. He knows if he keeps his word, he'll have
his whore and he'll have his mommy anytime he wants her. I'll tell
you something else, smartass. He'll be nice to his mommy. He'll
give her what she wants. Mommy wants a pussy slave, not a sex
slave, a pussy slave. Guess who?"
Joy smiled and said, "You talk big for a slut with a virile cock up
her fertile twat. You know what happens every time you get over
confident. I'd think you would know better by now."
"No, Joy. You went and out-smarted yourself this time. I'm going to
get everything I want, and you're fucked. I'm not the gullible and
trusting kid you molested and took advantage of twenty years ago.
My eyes are wide open, now. You think I'm going to get carried away
and beg him to cum in my pussy. I won't. I can fuck like this all
day long and not loose it. If John wants to cum before his hour is
up, he'd better tell me. You lose, Buckwheat."
"I never lose, and you never learn."
"We're going to change that starting today. You're going to be
fucking and sucking dogs to amuse me and the kids. We're going to
watch your belly grow, and when you're not getting screwed, your
face will be wedded to my cunt. Babs taught me how to appreciate
the joy of pussy, giving and receiving, but I prefer receiving. I'm
going to fuck your face all over this house, my little pussy
slave."
"Promises, promises."
"Go ahead, make fun. We'll see who laughs last. If you think the
family liked that poorly made shot of you screwing Mickey and the
dog, wait till they see the album I'm going to make. I'll get you
over John with his dick in your ass, and have the dog mount you
while you face him the way I am now. I'll put his paws on your tits
and take the shot up your leg so I get a good picture of the dog's
cock in your pussy with your face in the frame. I'll take pictures
of you sucking dog cocks while they cum in your mouth. That dog
collar goes back on, too, bitch. Bitch whore. Oh, I have big plans
for you. Laugh all you want."
"Brenda, you wouldn't know where to begin when it comes to
humiliating a woman. I'll teach you. I'll show you how to be a good
bitch whore. I'll show you what a pussy slave is. I see you're not
so confident that you'll let him get his hands free. I see you keep
checking. You wouldn't be talking shit if your positions were
reversed, would you?"
"All right, Joy. I'll show you. I trust him implicitly."
Judy dismounted and laid on her back beside John. She said, "John,
get over me and fuck me hard and fast. Pull out when you're ready,
then get your cock up to my mouth."
John smiled and knelt between her widespread legs as the girls
scampered up on either side of their mother. John took his mother
by the hip bones in a firm grip, then drove his cock home. He
slammed into her repeatedly, and Judy got a concerned look when she
felt the first swelling of the head and he hadn't said anything.
The fucking was driving her mad, but her anxiety rose with it.
Another strong sign went by and John was still hammering away. She
grasped his wrists and said, "John, you'd better pull out now."
"I don't think so, Mom."
Judy's face lit-up with alarm as she struggled to pull herself up,
crying, "John stop! John, stop right now! Do you hear me? I said
STOP!"
John stopped, but held her tightly in his grasp, keeping her locked
on his cock. Her prying hands were useless against his iron grip.
She looked daggers at him as he said, "Sorry, Mom, but you gave
away your private side bet. I know what the deal is now. If I don't
cum in you, I get Joy. If I do, I get you. I want you to be my
whore. That way, I get two whores for the price of one. Joy already
is a whore. She'll be my whore regardless, but you're the whore I
must have. I'm sorry, but you should have known better than to
trust a stiff dick. Didn't your mother teach you anything?"
"John, no, listen to me. You don't understand what you're doing.
You can't do this to me. Think of the car, John."
"Mom, I can earn enough in one year of selling your pussy to buy a
new Jag. As a whore, you're worth your weight in gold."
"Oh, John, please don't do this to me. I'm your mother. You
promised. For God's sake, you can't let Joy win. She'll ruin me if
she gets a chance. I believed in you. I trusted you."
"I lied. I'll tell you what I'll do, though. Let me run this
situation by my mentor. I'll do what she says. I'll need to use my
hands, so if you'll lock your ankles around my waist, I'll see what
she says. If I feel you loosen your grip, I'll catch you in time
and cum in you so fast it will make your eyes water."
Judy hooked her ankles behind his back and said, "All right, John.
Ask her."
"Pull your cunt up tight, and keep my cock in tight."
"All right. Is this better?"
"Yes, but keep me good and hard by grinding your cunt on my cock,
and play with your pussy while you do."
Judy reluctantly followed his instructions as Brenda and Bonnie
each placed fingers on the nearest labia lip and pulled to expose
the point of entry and the clit. Judy had to use one hand to
support her lower back as the other rubbed her clit. She managed to
hump and grind on the last inch of his cock in this way, but felt
like she was being forced to dig her own grave. John let go as she
said, "I'm afraid I might make you cum if I keep this up."
"You might. I'm very close, but you keep it up. Relax, and I'll
give you a sperm douche. Joy, hand me the phone."
Judy's mind was in turmoil. Forced to fuck with the finest cock
she'd ever had deep in her neglected pussy; and forced to
masturbate at the same time while her daughters assisted and stared
from close up at her pussy working over their brother's cock; being
forced to dig her own grave under these bizarre conditions could
not help but turn her on. As much as she hated to admit it, she
found herself excited by the situation beyond her wildest dreams.
When it occurred to her that her mother would most likely stop the
madness, a strong feeling of disappointment swept over her adding
to her mental conflict.
She listened for clues as John took the phone and said, "Hello,
Grandma....yes, it's me. I've got this fertile bitch humping my
cock. She doesn't want me to get her pregnant. The trouble is, the
bitch is my mother, your daughter. Tell me what to do."
John placed the phone to Judy's ear to receive the reply. Judy
heard, "Cum in her pussy, John. Fuck her good. Pump that sperm in
her womb, sweetheart. Knock the bitch up. Make your mother pregnant
for me, sweetheart."
The first sentence made Judy screw herself harder on the cock while
rubbing her clit furiously. Each additional statement sent her
closer to orgasm. When her mother made the last statement, she was
just about to go over the edge.
John drew back the phone without having heard a word. No one heard
what Emily said but Judy. He saw by the expression on his mother's
face that she didn't take the news well. She still hadn't slowed
down, though. She was sending mixed signals, and the signals were
mixed in her own head. John said, "Well, what's the verdict, Mom?
Do I get you pregnant, or what?"
"You knew very well what she'd say."
"I haven't a clue. I'm not even going to ask her. I'm going to
trust you to tell me the truth."
"She told you to cum in my pussy. John, I'm begging you not to."
Both parts of her confused brain got their two cents in with this
reply.
John was amused that she would tell the truth. It was clear to
everyone that he enjoyed the game, and John especially enjoyed not
having to use his hands or do any of the work that was leading to
his mother's downfall. He liked watching her dig her own grave, and
was especially pleased by the way she shoveled. He paused to watch
her grind her cunt on his cock while fingering her clit, then said,
"I'll be fair. I'll put it to a vote. If anyone says don't cum in
her pussy, I won't cum in your pussy. Joy?"
"Cum in her pussy, John."
He turned to Bonnie. Judy turned to Bonnie though she knew what her
answer would be. For appearances sake, she earnestly pleaded,
"Bonnie, please say no, please!"
Bonnie smiled her devilish smile and Judy's heart sank at the same
time that it began beating more rapidly. Bonnie said, "Make her
pregnant, John. Cum in Mom's pussy. You need a Jag."
As mood swings do, Judy suddenly came to her senses with the
impending reality of one final thumbs down vote. She stopped
fucking herself on John's cock and removed her hands. Judy quicky
turned to Brenda, her only real hope anyway. She cupped Brenda's
face and pleaded, "Oh, Brenda, my sweetheart. You're my only hope.
Please, baby, please don't fail me! Don't turn Mommy into a whore,
a pregnant whore. Oh my god, a bitch whore. Brenda! Joy will make
me fuck dogs and wear a disgusting dog collar with the words 'Bitch
Whore' on it. She'd make me wear it everywhere, outside, to work,
to your school functions, here in the neighborhood. She'll make me
a true bitch whore and she'll make damn sure everyone knows. Don't
let that happen to me. Honey, you can't allow Joy to win."
No one knew what Brenda was going to say, not Joy, not John, not
Judy, but Judy had hope. Brenda was closest to her. Brenda was
always the level-headed one and the least likely to give her any
trouble. She was a good girl, showed respect, and minded her
mother. Judy counted on Brenda's basic goodness to come through
despite the excitement of the previous hour of debauchery she'd
been an eager party to.
Brenda felt the tension and made things worse for her mother by not
giving her answer right away. As Judy started to offer further
pleas, Brenda placed a finger on her mother's lips to shush her.
This silenced Judy as she looked down at the ominous finger with
wide eyes. That finger pressed hard as it moved off the lips and
onto the chin, making her bottom lip flip back as it left."
Judy heard Joy exclaim excitedly into the phone, "Oh, mother, this
is beautiful. Brenda won't give her answer. She silenced her mother
with a finger to the lips, and now she's trailing that finger down
Judy's neck. Judy is sweating bullets, but she knows she'd better
not say anything else or she'll get an answer she doesn't want to
hear....Yes, Brenda is being so cool. You'd be so proud of her. She
isn't swayed one iota by her mother's predicament. She has her own
mind, and Brenda will do what Brenda wants to do."
The finger moved down Judy's neck and began trailing idly over her
chest, over tit flesh, around nipples, slowly, teasingly, with
everyone's eyes following her finger. Judy was afraid to speak. She
watched with the others, lying stone still with a big cock up her
twat.
This went on for maddening minutes. The finger went up her torso
and down. Everyone had the feeling that moving up toward the face
was a sign that she'd say 'Don't,' but moving toward the pussy was
a do-cum-in-her-pussy gesture. Judy had that feeling stronger than
anyone else.
Joy pegged the purpose by verbalizing her opinion as she narrated
the event to Emily. When Joy spoke aloud what they were all
thinking, Brenda's finger took an immediate turn down. The finger
turned up, but as a tease, because when it turned down, it always
went lower than before. Judy found this tease maddening, but she
dared not speak for fear of influencing the finger in a negative
direction. She grew more anxious as the finger drifted lower and
lower until it finally never went above the navel.
As a further sign that Brenda had no intention of going up past the
navel, she adjusted her position by lying alongside her mother in
reverse, getting comfortable, raised on one elbow, overlooking the
crotch. Judy knew the answer as Brenda agonizingly trailed that
finger up one thigh and down the other, gradually zeroing in on her
pussy. Oddly, the realization that Brenda was turning thumbs down
on her swept away a great deal of anxiety. Once again, Judy's mind
focused on the delicious feel of her cock-stuffed cunt and the
bizarre situation she found herself in.
She was able to relax and watch with the others as Brenda continued
to toy with her future so nonchalantly, as though deciding between
vanilla or chocolate. Judy found herself enjoying the moment as
everyone else seemed to be. She listened to one side of the on-
going conversation that Joy was having with their mother.
Joy made it easy to hear both sides, because she repeated
practically everything Emily said. The overheard conversation not
only influenced the course of Brenda's finger, and Judy's ultimate
fate, but Judy's attitude about that fate. Brenda liked to please
people and win acceptance, and Joy was feeding that desire. Brenda
quickly learned she could win the most favor from the most people
by continuing the slow torture of her mother, and by ultimately
saying, "Cum in her pussy."
While Brenda teased the area around her mother's pussy, Judy
listened as Joy said, "How is Judy taking it? She seems resigned to
her fate. She doesn't appear stressed out. She's just watching the
finger knowing full well it won't come back up and save her....No,
she hasn't said a word to try and influence Brenda. She knows
better....Yes, Brenda is still moving closer to Judy's cunt. She
hasn't made an upward move in quite a while. Her target seems to be
the clit. Perhaps Judy will hear her fate when Brenda touches her
clit. Bonnie is pulling Judy's cunt lips apart to make the clit a
better target."
The clit was not the target. Brenda played with it, even giving it
a few finger flicks. She pinched the clit, tugged on it, then
rubbed the aroused nub, all in silence.
Judy knew it was pointless to beg. Her fate was sealed. Slowly,
while looking at John, she relaxed her grip and eased her feet to
the mattress like a gunslinger forced to drop his gun belt. John
was ready to grab hips, but he seemed to understand that she'd
surrendered. They saw her go totally limp with her ass sinking to
the mattress and her knees falling out, with the head of John's
cock lodged just inside the hole.
The girls worked together to masturbate the idle fuckers, and they
soon had Judy's pelvis undulating on the head of John's dick. A
minute later, she'd planted her feet wide to each side and began
humping the end of his dick. Another minute passed before she
brought both hands under her ass and slowly began fucking herself
on John's cock; first, by inches, but soon by going the length of
his shaft, all the while, Brenda kept fingering the clit and Bonnie
teased the lips or fingered her asshole.
John placed both hands on his hips and held himself steady. Judy
was doing all the fucking, and fucking herself on the full length
of his dick. Bonnie still hadn't said a word, but she didn't need
to. Her purpose was clear, to make her mother fuck herself into
preggo whoredom. Judy fucked herself on John's cock with measured
slowness, deliberately building to a climax. Once, when his cock
inadvertently slipped out, she recaptured it with her cunt.
That event amused everyone, so she began doing it deliberately. She
would come completely off for seconds at a time, then seek the head
to re-impale herself to the balls for a long, hard, cum-inducing
grind. When nothing happened after fifteen or twenty seconds, she'd
slow to a stop and slither off the end. Brenda took advantage of
these breaks to slide her finger down the slit and into the hole.
She'd relinquish the hole only when the cock was knocking at the
door.
The breaks became longer and longer, lasting full minutes. During
breaks, Judy held herself up, opened wide to receive Brenda's
energetic finger fucking that turned to fist fucking when the
breaks got longer. The attempts to get John to come became more
intense and lasted longer also. She left no doubt in anyone's mind
that she was trying to make him cum in her pussy.
After recapturing his cock, she'd slide down to the base in one
motion. She fucked hard and fast with him deep in her cunt, her
pelvis moving in a hundred different directions in a blur of
motion. John didn't seem to be cooperating. He was enjoying this
too much, and looked to be counting backward from a hundred while
Judy was trying to induce a cum.
Judy was expending so much energy trying to make her son cum, that
she had to take longer and longer breaks. In each of her previous
attempts, she'd reached her own climax, and she was nearing
exhaustion. She enjoyed the breaks as she caught her breath and
watched both girls vying for space in her pussy. Both girls enjoyed
fist fucking their mother, and Judy enjoyed being fist fucked while
she caught her breath. The girls applied themselves diligently to
the task of inspiring their mother to greater excess and
determination for the next attempt.
Brenda ate ten minutes off the clock playing her finger game. After
a dozen attempts to get John to cum, the clock was ticking off the
last minutes of the allotted hour. As she was about to attempt
another assault, she heard Joy tell her mother there were three
minutes and thirty seconds left. Rather than seeing that remaining
time as the last stretch to the finish line and safety, Judy saw
this as a challenge. She had less than four minutes to make him
cum, and he still wasn't cooperating.
Judy realized she couldn't beat John at this game without talking,
so the next time she slithered down his rod and built up a good
head of steam, she cried out, "Cum in my pussy, John. Fuck me. Make
me your whore. Knock your whore up, sweetheart. Cum in your
mother's pussy. Fuck a baby in me, sweetheart! Show my pregnant ass
off to your friends and make me earn you a Jag with my cunt."
That did the trick. John groaned out a long climax as he poured
fertile seed into fertile ground. Judy hooked her legs around his
waist, dug her heels into his ass, and milked the spend from his
shooting cock as though taking a victory lap. When the spasms
ended, she locked them together to let the sperm soak in with her
pussy tightly plugged.
At this time, Judy expected Brenda to say, "Don't cum in her
pussy." Although it wasn't in Brenda's nature to pull such a cruel
joke, it also wasn't in her nature to fist-fuck her mother. Judy
didn't know what to expect from Brenda anymore.
Brenda looked to her mother, then crawled over to lie across her
chest, getting her face right over her mother's, almost nose-to-
nose to say, "I made up my mind."
Brenda's wet finger trailed over her mother's moving lips as Judy
said, "You did. Well, what's your decision?"
"I want John to cum in your pussy and make a baby in you. Mostly,
though, I want him to make you his whore. I think you're going to
make John an excellent whore, and I think the doggie album will be
better with you staring in it."
After sucking the finger Brenda placed in her mouth, Judy said,
"Well, you got your wish."
Bonnie said, "Can we get a dog, now, Aunt Joy?"
Joy moved into view holding a wide, black velvet, jeweled dog
collar. She held it for Judy to see the brass plate inscription
that read: BITCH WHORE. She said, "I had to wear this for three
years. I think it will look better on you."
Judy stared at the collar with resignation as Joy held the collar
for John to inspect, saying, "She's your whore, John. Would you
like her to wear this around her neck."
John turned the collar in his hands, excitement written all over
his face as he said, "Yeah, this is great!"
"It comes with conditions. First, it snaps together to lock in
place. I lost the tool that opens it, so once locked on, you'd have
to cut it off and ruin it. If you'll promise to leave it on for the
full year, I'll lock it on."
"Hell, yeah. I want it to stay on."
"There's more. I don't want her to cover the collar up: no turtle
necks, no scarves, nothing. I want her to display it proudly in
low-cut tops."
"No sweat. Mostly, she'll be naked, but when she goes out, she'll
wear a bikini top or a blouse like she had on earlier."
"Excellent, but I want more. I want only micro minis on her and she
is never to wear panties. I also have five-inch spike heels that
match the collar. I want her to wear those when she goes out."
"Cool. I like it."
"There's one last thing I insist on. You must have her tattooed
with the words "BITCH WHORE." You can decide where to place the
tattoo and how big it is--no tattoo, no collar."
Judy looked to John at this alarming news even as Bonnie excitedly
showed her preference by laying her hand on her mother's chest
saying, "Oh, John, do it. That will be so cool. Put it here on her
chest. Make it big so she can't hide it."
Brenda surprised Judy yet again by trying to sell another idea
saying, "No, John, you have to put it on her legs." When Judy heard
this, her hand went into her crotch and she began masturbating.
Brenda smiled on seeing this, then went on to say, "Think about
what she might try to wear after this year is up. She can just wear
sweaters or button her blouses to the top and hide Bonnie's tattoo.
Place it on her legs, low enough so that regular skirts won't hide
it."
Judy frigged her clit harder as Brenda continued to sell her idea,
saying, "I'd put BITCH on her right knee and WHORE on her left. She
hates to hide her legs. She'd have to wear a skirt that came four
or five inches below her knees to hid it when she sat down. Mom
would never wear skirts that long. She'd be forced to explain those
words to everyone she met. Think of it, John. Do the tattoo, but
make it last the rest of her life."
John smiled at his mother's aroused expression and said, "I don't
know. I like your idea of extending that far down. I don't want her
to be able to revert to her old prudish wardrobe after this year is
up, but I'm kind of partial to placing words on the backs of her
legs starting just below the hem of her micro mini so dogs can read
it when they follow her. We can make the letters long so they
extend to the backs of her knees."
Brenda added, "They'll follow her, too, because we'll get bitch
scent and wipe her between the legs real good before we send her
out anywhere."
John liked the sound of that, and so did Judy as evidenced by her
frantic frigging. "I'll let Mom decide which one she likes best.
Well, Mom?"
Judy was rubbing her clit hard as she said, "I don't want to be
consulted on anything for the next year, starting now. I belong to
you, now, John. I'll put my financial affairs on hold and pay up
the mortgage for a year. I'll turn over my paychecks to Joy. She'll
have power of attorney to run the day-to-day affairs and make
parental decisions for you kids. She'll be the mother. I'm the
whore. My paychecks should cover everything and leave money left
over."
Joy liked that idea, but said, "What about the credit card you gave
me and promised to keep replenished? Where will you get the money
to do that?"
"I can earn it with my body. I can do that at work if John permits
me. I think you'd prefer having your mad money come to you from my
whoring."
Joy said , "Absolutely," as John said, "Fuckin' 'A'!"
Judy said to John, "As for the tattoos or anything else that amuses
you, that's entirely up to you. Whatever you can live with doing to
me, I will learn to live with. I'll cooperate with anything, even
tattoos. You should stop thinking of me as your mother. Think of
your wants first; then Mother's desires and wants. She's your
mentor. Then comes Joy. You have to take care of her, because she
has parental authority over you. Then comes Brenda and Bonnie."
"What about you?"
"What I want shouldn't matter. You could please everyone by letting
each one, including Joy and Mom, pick out a tattoo and a place to
put it. I'll go along; I have no choice. You guys can do whatever
you want."
John said, "In that case, we will. I can live with that. Joy, where
would you like yours placed?"
Joy said, "Right over her belly. BITCH over the belly button, and
WHORE below, covering her entire stomach area. Mine will look great
as her belly grows." She spoke into the phone to say, "Mom, John is
letting us place the words 'Bitch Whore ' wherever we want on
Judy's body. Do you want to place one? You can tell Judy, and
she'll pass it along."
Joy held the phone to Judy's ear. They heard Judy say, "I'm here,
Mother....No, that place is open....Yes....Yes...Oh, Mom!"
They saw Judy become more excited with each second until she
erupted in orgasm. When she settled down and handed the phone back
to Joy, everyone was eager to hear her speak. Judy kept them in
suspense as she caught her breath. She lazily stroked her clit as
she said, "Mom wants her's tattooed on my cunt. She wants the
tattoo to cover the entire area between my legs, starting on my
right inner thigh and ending on the left with big block letters.
She wants the top of the letters to cut across my mound and the
bottom edges to cut across the edge of my asshole."
"Great, because everybody will get what they want."
Judy raised her head to aid Joy in fastening the collar around her
neck. Joy then addressed Bonnie's question, saying, "We will all
pick out one dog for her. It takes at least five dogs to keep a
bitch whore satisfied." She looked down on Judy and said, "Oh, and
by the way, I promised the girls I'd share my pussy slave with
them. You never learn, do you, Judy?"
"No, and I probably never will."
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