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(M/f-teen, Ff, reluc, inc, oral, ws) *** Author Note: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. PP *** Bonnie walked in on a dream and a nightmare, hard to tell, for lying nude on her dining table was her very sexy sixteen-year-old daughter, wearing only Sony Walkman head phones, grooving while Bonnie's brand new husband sat in a chair and ate a beaver like a famished beaver hunter with beaver thighs clamped to his ears, out hunting beaver with no clothes on. Looked like a dream, but this was her worst nightmare. Neither could hear her nor see her. Her daughter Debbie had her eyes closed and Greg had a face full of damn fine pussy. Bonnie came right up to stand beside Greg and just stood there watching a most amazing sight. Sure looked good, and the stuff needed to shave that beaver was off to the side, no longer needed. Bonnie looked to his crotch and saw a wet, limp dick. Fucked her, too - damn! Shaved her, fucked her, and now he was eating her. She looked like a girl lying in teenage girl Heaven. There was nothing on that girl that didn't belong in Heaven. Greg never stood a chance. Bonnie watched several minutes, then had enough, and turned off the radio. That got the little bitch's attention. She didn't freak. She turned it back on and settled back for more. Bonnie thought she might and had thought ahead to her next action, which was unplugging it and throwing it into the fireplace. Had it actually gone in, that would have been great theater, but she was way off and threw it into a window that would cost ten times more than the radio - damn! That got Greg's and the beaver's attention. He popped out and went wide-eyed at seeing his wife. No husband was ever more busted. The girl took the headset off, laid it aside, and got up on her elbows with her beaver as wide as she could make it. Both heels were at her butt, knees flat, making a beaver that commanded eyes and held them. This was another one of her god damn sexual power plays, and she had some nerve pulling one now. Bonnie had nothing prepared for a bold, vulgar, effective, sexual power play like that. Debbie hit the fireplace with that one, right dead in the ashes - slam dunk. Bonnie had to admit, that when it came to sexual power plays, the mother was hopelessly out-matched. She and Debbie had always had a love/hate relationship based on power struggles that became sexual when Debbie became sexually powerful. At sixteen, she was now awesome, knew what her strength was, and knew how to use her strength. This whole scene was staged to be the final showdown in a long war with no winners, with the little adversary losing all the battles and seemingly growing stronger each year, and the bigger more powerful adversary winning every battle but growing war weary, losing the will to fight battles and wage war. The ally she signed on to help wage this war with looked whipped and no match for that adversary. He'd be more hindrance than help. No battlefield commander needs help shaving the enemy. This was the Vietnam War waged on the home front - in a home - on the dining table battlefield where so many battles had been fought. There was the battle to say fuck at the dinner table. There was the battle to eat naked at the dinner table. There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating at the dinner table. There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating with bare feet on the table at the dinner table. There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating with food with bare feet on the table at the dinner table. There was the battle to sit on a stepfather's lap and nurse him at the dinner table. There was the battle to get under the table and suck off a stepfather under the dinner table while naked and masturbating with food. These battles were all won by the mother, but not without the battle taking its toll or the victory accomplishing anything, not when the defeated returns the next night and does it again only adding something else to fight over and be grounded for eternity for. Poor Greg was one battle weary ally after just a few family dinners. The call to arms, "Dinner is ready," always gave him an erection. He brought his gun with a full basic load, but when that sexy naked kid sucked his gun off with her mother yelling at her to stop doing that to her husband, he knew the war was a hopeless cause, a battle of attrition. He sat there and pumped the enemy full of cum. That'll show 'em, and she got grounded for life again. In response, her mother got a very nasty kiss, apparently French and vulgar. Greg thought Debbie swallowed his load, evidently not - not by the look on the Supreme Allied Commander's face held in strong enemy hands. The enemy sure could kiss, and the commander sure could make great disgusted faces while getting her teeth and gums white-washed. That girl was in a lot of trouble. There would be no dessert for that enemy bitch - not after that three-minute kiss. Not only did she get no dessert, she was sent straight to bed. She went straight to the master bed and masturbated in the master bed with the master looking on and furious, mostly at the husband looking on with another loaded gun at the ready like a second-string lineman saying, "Send me in, Coach." This all happened the night before, and that battle was never decided. She would not get out of the bed, and the wise allied commander wisely decided not to fight any battles on the enemy terms with the enemy holding all the high ground. No, that commander was not that stupid. Her ally was. He was very stupid, and the enemy did make that battlefield look awfully inviting. With the widest beaver she could get into, and while playing with her heavy weapon, Debbie teased, "Let's not fight. Come to bed. I want you both. Mother, I love the way you kiss. I want you to kiss me here...right here, right where I pee, above the place where I shit...not this hole, and not the one right above it, but right here, at this tiny hole. You can nurse on me there while your hubby nurses on my perky breasts. I want you both to love me. Come to bed." Greg said while stroking his gun, "Bonnie, what she says makes sense. I mean, it's foolish for the three of us to be fighting. We should all get along and learn to love one another. We're family. We should get in the bed and love her." Bonnie was not about to fall for the old "love me" ploy, but she could see that her comrade had. Bonnie disengaged and called out from the door, "Come, Greg... Greg... GREG! God damnit, Gregory! You get your ass out of there, right god damn now! I MEAN IT!" They left, but this battle was not over. The enemy was waiting for a response and Greg was wondering what it might be, but that pussy sure looked good like that. Together they studied that pussy. That was one very sexy pussy. The commander had to agree. Bonnie finally said, "All right, Debbie, you've made your point. We all know who has the lovelier pussy, the sexier pussy, the younger pussy, the tighter pussy, and now the pussy with the fewest pubic hairs to hide it's near pussy perfection appearance. You do have a very lovely pussy between two very sexy legs. "I am not up to any more sexual power plays. I cannot compete with pussy that young and that sexy. I'm sure that is the point you want to get across. You did. Now, please put it away and get down off my dining table. Let's all sit down like mature adults and talk peace." She smiled and said, "I would like that, but before we talk peace, I would like to explore this pussy issue in greater depth. I wanted a second opinion, and you did back up everything your husband said about this pussy. There is one thing you neglected to mention. I'd like a second opinion on that." Bonnie took a deep breath of air and let it out as slow frustration, then folded her arms and said, "What?" "You never said how my pussy tastes. Your husband says this is the ultimate in eating pussy, pussy that is fit to eat - eating pussy. I'd like to know what you think." "Debrah, please don't do this. I do not want to fight with you anymore. I know he had sex with you, and I know he will have sex with you any time you offer him this far superior pussy. Greg would be a fool not to, and I know he is no fool. I am waving the white flag. I will not stand in his way, nor yours. Honey, you mother is whipped. I am symbolically kissing your ass on my knees. Please don't make me lick your pussy, too." "You can sit and do it. [Greg got up and offered Bonnie his seat] I don't want you to kneel. I don't want you to symbolically kiss anything on me - not symbolically. When we talk peace, we can discuss how and what you will lick and kiss. Right now, all I want is a second opinion on how my pussy tastes." Bonnie plopped down in the seat, because she needed a seat. Now, she had to talk right over the subject pussy as she said, "Debbie, why must you humiliate me this way?" "Humiliate you! Mom, I'm shocked. Humiliate? Do you think my pussy is so revolting and disgusting that placing your face in it is an act of humiliation? Do you think this is some sort of sexual power play intended to put you in your place once and for all so that we can get along like the best of friends as we really are and should be, each knowing her place, happy in her place, loving her place, because in the absence of all conflict, there will be nothing but love and affection between us, mother and daughter, best friends, lovers, soul mates. "Is that what you're thinking, Mom, that I have to be the lover on top, and that you must be the lover on her knees kissing what I please. Are you seeing some sort of grand power play when you look into my wide open cunt." It was after she used her hands to make it one. That spelled out the surrender terms nicely, much like the French kiss after a blowjob. That took some mulling over, but Debbie did paint a pleasant picture of the two of them getting along in peace and harmony, and what was there on Debbie that Bonnie wouldn't kneel and kiss to please her - certainly nothing within the lips of her cunt. Even the asshole looked pretty damn good. The full-of-herself bitch did not have a nasty place on her. So, with that in mind, Bonnie came in and delivered a series of pussy licks and one good, three-minute, deep, face-full-in-the-cunt, pressing hard and grinding, French-kiss in the fuck hole for good measure, then sat back with a wet smile and said, "That is a very tasty pussy, a good eating pussy." "If you really mean that, you must want to suck on it." Bonnie half expected she might want to get off after a French-kiss like that, so she came in and took a big mouthful of clit and began doing the sucking and clit- tongue wrestle thing. She thought she was doing great until her mouth filled with warm piss. That froze her in mid-suck with a bug-eyed expression like, [HOW FUCKING DARE YOU PISS IN MY MOUTH AT A TIME LIKE THIS! I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HUMILIATED AND DISGUSTED IN ALL MY LIFE. I HAVE A GOOD MIND TO... TO...] "Mother, you now have a mouthful of your pride in liquid form, and you have two choices. That bulging mouthful of my piss symbolically represents all of your pride, every drop you got, all in your mouth. Now, you can demonstrate your pride by spitting it all in my face and slapping my impudent cunt, which will start World War III... OR, you can opt for peace with honor by simply swallowing your pride, every ounce, every drop while the world looks on. "I am assuming that Greg and I are your world. Any pride will only get in the way of our continued relations from here on. We are looking on to see what you will do with a mouthful of my piss. Well, what's it gonna be - pleasant peace or TOTAL ALL-OUT WAR?" She did have a way with words, and her piss wasn't all that bad, so with the world looking on, the great and mighty United States of America gulped down several swallows of Ho Che Minh piss, and the whole world went, "WOW! I thought for sure Lady Liberty was going to nuke that little sandal-shuffling, rice-propelled, paddy- plodding, pig farmer and turn his country into a toxic waste dump for the free world. Fuck! Now, what are we going to do with all of this toxic waste. Shit, may as well give it to Uncle Sam. That prideless motherfucker will eat anything." Yes, Debbie and Greg were astonished, but she did swallow all of her pride, and with all of that out of the way, Debbie felt free to relax and enjoy a leisurely piss in her mother's mouth while enjoying a good suck job. Too bad the radio was broke...but, maybe it wasn't. The curtain absorbed much of the impact and kept the radio indoors. Debbie said, "Hey, Greg, get the radio and let me see if it still works. If it don't, put it up her ass." Damn thing didn't work, but he did manage to get it all up his wife's ass. Bonnie was so glad she went for the ultra-compact Sony Walkman instead of the Toshiba Bombastic Boom Box. That would have really hurt, but don't you know she would have still pulled her cheeks apart for it, because that woman had no pride, only peace with honor. The End Is Phil Phantom a disgruntled grunt U.S. Army veteran of the Vietnam War? Could be. Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at: HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 79