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(FF, inc, prost) *** I came home from college after my sophomore year. I received a phone call from my father to tell me that he hadn't any money for my classes next year. I needed to find out what was going on at home. I walked in the door to be greeted by my Mom. She looked so unhappy and was dressed in some raggedy clothes. "What's the matter Mom, you look horrible. Is Dad being a shit again?" "He's much worse than ever. Let's go into your room and I'll tell you all about it." Mom acted rather more submissively than I could remember as she followed me into my room. I threw my bags on the floor and sat on my bed. "Okay, tell me what's going on." To my surprise, she knelt on the floor in front of me. "I don't know where to start. He beats me when he doesn't like the food I prepare, but he gives me so little money I cannot afford good cuts of meat. Look at what I wear. All my clothes are like this. I'm embarrassed to go out anywhere. And we hardly have loving sex anymore plus he has taken all my toys away." She took off her shirt and showed me the bruises on her upper arms, belly and tits. It really pissed me off. "So what is the old bastard done with all the money and why are you kneeling like that?" "Sorry, he always insists I kneel in front of him unless I/m cooking or house cleaning or having sex with him. As for the money, he spends most of it on whores that he calls his girlfriends. Wait until you see his new car. When he can't find one of the whores– none seem to last very long – he comes home and practically rapes me. He is very rough with me too." "Poor Mom, we will take care of this, but you have to do what I say, okay?" "Yes dear, you always were the strong one." "Alright, for openers put my things away. Then you can prepare a bath for us." Mom's attitude changed immediately and she smiled for the first time. "Yes, dear, I'm so happy to have you home again." I watched as she opened my suitcases and began to lay out my clothes. I had her make three piles; one for the wash, one for the dry cleaners and the rest to put away. When she was done, I kissed her deeply on her lips, stripped her clothes off and sucked on her nipples. That always helped to calm her down in the past. Then she trotted into the bathroom and I could hear the tub filling with water. I took off my clothes and threw them in the pile to be washed. I examined myself in the vanity mirror and was satisfied. I thought about my parents. Mom had me when she was seventeen. My father, who was twenty-six, married her when Gramps showed up with his shot gun. Now I'm nineteen and Mom is still young at thirty-six. We could pass as sisters; we look so much alike except she is thinner than I am and with smaller tits. She's still nice to look at and would look better with a few extra pounds. I heard the water stopped running so I went into the bathroom. Mom was waiting by the tub for me. She helped me into the hot water before she began to wash me. She is so tender with me that I soon began to calm down and relax. When she finished doing me, I helped her into the tub to sit in front of me so I could wash her hair and her back like we did when I was younger. When I began to wash her tits, she loudly sighed and leaned back on me. I used to love when we washed each other like this. I washed her tummy then her pussy and ass. She had to stand up so I could wash her legs and feet. I could never find a male or female to do this with me in college. Such was the pity. She stepped out, grabbed a towel and patted herself dry before she grabbed another towel and held it up for me to step in to. She was just as tender when she dried me. It made me feel like a little girl again. She added little butterfly kisses as she worked. I wrapped my head and hair in another towel before we went into the hall. "I could use a cup of tea about now; how about you, Mom?" "Sure, Honey, let's go in the kitchen. I want to be able to see and touch you, just to be sure that you're really here." We just reached the kitchen entry when the front door opened with a bang. It was Dad. "What the fuck is going on here? What are you doing home?" I stood my ground with arms akimbo. "You cut me off you son of a bitch. What do you want?" "I need to talk to that bitch of wife about my lunch?" Mom cowered behind me and looked at Dad from over my shoulder. I could feel her body tremble against mine. For some reason she had each of her hands covering my tits. "Sorry, you old stupid sack of shit, but Mom is my bitch now. You can just get the hell out of here. Hmm, wait a second. You can sign that new car over to me and leave us a couple thousand dollars." He looked really pissed now and raised a fist. "You're out of your mind, you dumb cunt." I smirked at him. "Ooh, that was not very nice. That will cost you extra. Make it closer to five grand and if you don't do as I say, I will bring the cops and a lawyer down on you for abusing my poor mother. I guarantee you will pay. Now, you can go find a new slut for yourself." He shoved his hands in his pockets and said, "Gladly, that skinny old bag was useless anyway. You give me the keys to your car, I'll give you mine and I'll be out of here for good." I smiled sweetly. "That's much better. Mom and I will pack your clothes and stuff and when you bring the money, you can pick them up. Have a nice day." Mom never let me go, but giggled in my ear as he stomped outside. I turned to face her and we kissed. "Okay, you can make us that tea now. When we sit down, I'll explain how this will work in the future. We will need some income." When the water boiled, Mom made tea in the teapot and we let it steep for a minute or so. "Can you get a good enough job without your degree, sweetie? I guess I can find some kind of job but I don't want to work in some fast food joint." I chuckled and gave Mom a loving smile. "We're going to make money the way I did in college, Mom." She put out a plate filled with slices of coffee cake and crumb buns. Then sat down and looked into my eyes. "I didn't know you worked while in college. What did you do?" I giggled and said, "I sold my body. It's the best and easiest way to make good money when you have few skills. But if we do it right, we can make lots of money. But first I want to explain our daily schedule. I like to sleep late, so we'll see if we can get some regular clients for you early in the morning. You'll have to pull your weight." She was visibly shocked. "B…but honey, you can't mean it, can you?" I shrugged. "Of course I do. I wasn't just blowing smoke when I told that old fart that you were my bitch now. We'll get along just fine and happy as long as you do as I say, or you can go back to your shithead of a husband. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. Her features softened and her body relaxed. "Okay baby, I'll do anything for you and I'm sure I'll be happy to be your bitch. What comes after the early morning shift?" "You can clean up and make breakfast. I like breakfast served in bed and have my pussy licked while I eat. Can you handle that?" "Yes, Mistress." That made me giggle and I said, "Oh Mom, don't be silly. You don't have to call me that. Use my business name – Yvette. Hmm, we'll need a name for you as well. Helen is too dull. Do you like Savannah?" "Uh huh." "Fine. After breakfast, you can bathe me and if you're a good slut, I will bathe you as well. I think we might try to sell a mother-daughter scenario before lunch. Or if nothing is going on, we can go shopping. After lunch, we can try to get as many clients as we get until five or six. Then you can make dinner. Evenings we can cruise for more clients. If it's too slow, we can make love to each other." "I'll do whatever you say, Yvette." "Of course you will, unless we have a good paying customer, you will sleep with me at night. For the rest of today, we need to buy some righteous clothes, make-up and other things, like condoms. Although I think I might prefer you to go naked when we're alone at home." "Whatever you say works for me Yvette, but how do we get clients?" "We'll have to start spreading the word around as soon as we can. I think if we wear our new slut outfits and hit a few bars tonight; we will get a few very soon. Tell me something. Did you ever suck off the old fart? You did? Good, did he fuck your ass too? No? Oh damn, I'll have to prepare you for that. Perhaps, we can charge extra to let someone bust your ass cherry." *** Kathy, I mean Yvette knew what she was talking about. We went out after lunch to some stores I never knew existed. She bought us real slutty clothes. We each got three different colored skirts that barely covered our ass, plus one red, one black and one white big hole stretch fishnet chemise with off the shoulder styling, trimmed with satin spandex, plus a black fishnet front with lace up bust chemise with a halter top and open lace up back. It was almost like I was naked but I loved it. Next we went to another store where she bought us all kinds of sexy stockings the likes of which I never owned before, plus we each now have two pairs of what Yvette called 'fuck me' shoes. She laughed when she bought me a tiny black transparent halter French maid outfit with apron, maid's hat, a feather tickler and six inch stiletto heels. She said it was for when I was to be her maid. It will take me a few days to learn how to walk in those shoes, but I laughed too. It was all so exciting. That evening we went to a half dozen bars and clubs in one of the chemise and skirt outfits. Yvette did my make up. It included lots of eye makeup and fake thick, long lashes. I don't know how many clients she lined up for the next few days. Four guys came home with us. I gave one guy a blow job while Yvette gave me instructions as she blew a guy right next to me. Then all four fucked both of us before they left. They were so young and had such stamina. Thank heaven Yvette bought some lubrication for me. I was relieved none of them want to fuck my ass. When they left, Yvette was not near as excited as I was. She complained that we only made eight hundred dollars after two hours of sex the likes of which I have never known before, but I think I like it - a lot. Business was pretty steady after that. I got a wild kick one afternoon when she tied my wrists and ankles to the four corners of my bed. I was naked and blindfolded. In four hours I was fucked at least six times, plus two or three times in my mouth and my tits were sore from all the sucking they received. I could hear her sucking and fucking in the other bed. By the second month she said we could take Sundays and Mondays off each week. To celebrate we had our nipples pierced with gold rings. I couldn't believe how sensitive it made my tits. Every morning, when she woke up, she would suckle on one my tits until I had an orgasm. She's a most wonderful daughter. After the sixth or seventh month, we gave the house and car back to my stupid ex-husband. We bought a more expensive car and a beautiful home on a large lot on a very quiet street. We began to charge more money with a much better clientele. We needed fewer clients because we charged them a lot more to spend an hour or so with two hot slutty whores. That was how Yvette put it. I love my daughter and joyfully do as she tells me. She always takes good care of me. Oh I forgot to mention, we each have a maid of our own now. Wearing a little costume like Yvette bought for me. They don't service customers but both certainly know how to properly lick a pussy. THE END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 77