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Indecent Proposal
By: Phil Phantom
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"She just walked in, Carla. Hell, I didn't know your mother would come into
your house without knocking."
"Jesus Christ, Bud, why would she knock? She's my fucking mother. What did
she see?"
"Well, there was me, Jed, and Able sitting in chairs just inside the doorway
with Tarra standing in the middle of us. We were just getting started. She
was naked, and I was giving her the warm-up when your old lady entered. I
was fingering Tarra's cunt, and I think she saw that. I know she saw my wet
fingers after I yanked my hand away."
"You would pick the youngest. Shit! My mother saw three horny men with her
twelve-year-old granddaughter, naked in the middle of them. She must have
thrown a fit."
"She didn't. Don't ask me why. I thought quickly and said I was just chewing
Tarra out for walking around with no clothes on with guests in the house."
"Did she buy that?"
"I don't think so, but she apologized for barging in. She even told Tarra
she shouldn't do that. She left a box of cookies that she baked and excused
herself. She left."
"What? That isn't like her at all. Are you saying she left while Tarra was
still naked and in the middle of you guys?"
"Yes, naked as a jay bird with a wet crotch and red areas on her ass and
tits from pinching and slapping and shit. She caught us red handed, Carla,
and I could swear she watched me pull my finger out. If not that, she saw
that my hand had been between her legs."
"When did this happen?"
"Around one, three hours ago. We figured she was going for the cops, so the
guys took off. I stayed, because I figured I hadn't done anything illegal.
Tarra would back me up. She's afraid that if any of this shit gets out,
you'll go to jail with me. I legally reside here, and I'm in charge of the
kids when you're away. No law says a legal guardian can't chew out a kid for
running around naked."
"Did the cops buy that?"
"What cops? No one ever showed up or even called. I thought she went to see
you."
"She never stopped by or called. I was at the shop all day. Why didn't you
call? Didn't you think I should be prepared?"
"To tell you the truth, I wasn't going to tell you at all if I could smooth
everything over with the cops and Grandma."
"So why are you telling me this now?"
"Because, I've been thinking about this, about her reaction. I think what
she saw turned her on. I think the horny old bitch went home and frigged
off."
"You're dreaming. You don't know my mother, and she's not an old bitch. And
I don't think my mother gets horny or has ever frigged off."
"Yeah, that's what all daughters think about their mothers."
"Mine don't."
"Your daughters frig your cunt for you, but they probably thought so before
I came along."
"That's true. Three months ago, they probably thought I was a virgin. You
have something in mind, Bud. I almost hate to ask."
"I've never trained three generations of whores."
"I doubt anyone has, but if anyone can, you can. If you can do to my mother
what you did to me, I'm all for it. So, what's your plan?"
"First, you call her and thank her for the cookies. I want to listen in and
hear what she has to say about the incident. You play dumb. All I said when
you got home was, Grandma dropped off some cookies."
"Well, you're the expert. I'll at least find out what she's thinking and
what her intentions are."
Carla dialed the number and her mother answered. "Mom, thanks for the
cookies. They are great as usual."
"I'm glad you like them. Did that man tell you I stopped by?"
"Bud, Mother, and yes, he said you left the cookies. If you left a message
with him, it didn't get through."
"No, no message. There was a minor problem with Tarra. He didn't mention
that to you?"
"No, neither did Tarra, but that doesn't surprise me. What did she do this
time?"
"It's nothing, really. She was running around the house indecently dressed,
but he took care of it. I also gave Tarra a few words."
Bud gave Carla a hand signal to keep her talking. Carla said, "I can't say
I'm surprised. You know how kids are at that age, and the other two are
worse. You should see how those girls act around Bud. I feel like I'm
raising junior sluts. I never went through a stage like that, did I, Mom?"
"Well, just a little. Your father remembers the years you used to sit on his
lap wearing a thin nightie as his golden years. I'm pretty sure you knew
what you were doing to him."
"You know, that's right. And you're right, I did know. Oh, mother, I was
awful. Poor Daddy. He used to get so hard."
"Yes, and he hasn't been that hard since. Sometimes, I wish you'd sit on his
lap right before you leave....Listen to me. I can't believe I said that."
Bud gave another sign to keep going and up the ante. Carla laughed and said,
"Mom, you're only human. Look, if it will help you out, I'll be glad to sit
on Daddy's lap for you. I can't come over in a shortie nightie, but I could
forget to put on panties and move my skirt out of the way before sitting
down. I know how to properly squirm, now."
"Carla, you'd never...would you?"
"I'd be glad to. I've changed a lot down there. I'm sure he'd like to feel
how his little girl matured. If you'll turn your back, I'll even show him my
new shave."
"Carla, you shave!...down there?"
Bud mouthed the word pussy. "Mother, it's not 'down there.' I shave my
pussy."
Carla heard a giggle at the other end, then, "We've never talked like this.
Hearing you say that word gives me goose bumps."
"Hearing me say pussy gives you goose bumps? What do cunt, twat, quim, and
snatch do?"
"Carla, you make me blush. That man is a bad influence on you, but if he's
responsible for the way you now dress, your father would like to thank him.
I expect to see you on some Southside street corner, holding up a lamp post,
going, 'Hi Sailor!' That man may be your ruination, child."
"Bud, Mother. Please start calling him Bud. We may not be married, but we're
living in sin as husband and wife. And, yes, Bud had a lot to do with my
sexual awakening. If I can still give Daddy a hardon, you can thank Bud."
"I will, and I'll call him Bud from now on. Are you serious about what you
said earlier?"
"About showing Daddy my shaved beaver? Sure, why not? Are you going to
accept my offer?"
"If you are serious, and don't mind. I think your father would like that a
great deal. That might light a new fire in him."
"Yes, but suppose he wants me to put the fire out for him. After all the
fires I've started in his lap, I feel I owe him."
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting? Would you actually do
that with your own father?"
"Why can't you say the words, Mother? Would I let Daddy fuck me? Yes. Can he
put his cock in my cunt and shoot sperm in my womb? Absolutely, but that
wouldn't help you out, would it?"
"Good Lord! What filth coming from your lips, Carla Ann!"
"You're not thinking of washing my mouth out with soap, are you?"
"Heavens no. You're a big girl, now. You use any words you please. I must
say, Bud certainly has opened up new horizons for you. Don't worry, I'll
try to adjust. As to what we were discussing, I'm not too concerned about
me, but your father needs what you seem willing to offer. If you are
serious, I'll not only turn my back; I'll leave you two alone."
Bud made a sign to cut off the conversation. Carla said, "Mother, I have to
go. Sharon is showing Bud her pussy again. I'll call you back."
She hung up the phone and Bud said, "I've got the plan. You two switch
places. You go live with your father for a week; Granny moves in here. Tell
her you will agree to play the role of your father's wife, and deny him
nothing, but she must agree to live in sin with me and deny me nothing. All
I need is one week with her and I'll have her fucking cock and sucking pussy
like an old pro."
"You're on, mister. After that discussion, I think she'll jump at the offer.
You're right, she is a horny old bitch. Want me to call her back?"
"Wait. Let her stew. Let her get a few cums under her belt first. Call
around eight. That should do it."
At six, the call came from Carla's mother. Bud told Carla to go ahead with
the proposal. Carla's mother said, "Carla, you didn't call back. You can't
saw something like that and leave a grandmother hanging."
"Sorry, Mom, I got tied up - literally."
"Oh my! He's into bondage too?"
"Bud is into everything, or he has friends who are."
"He brings in his friends?"
"A few close ones, yes. Bud is a very sharing type."
"Yes, I gathered that. I, uh, was wondering if you were serious? About what
we talked about."
"About fucking Daddy? Sure, why not? I fuck everyone else. I talked it over
with Bud to get his okay."
"Honey, you shouldn't have."
"Mom, I don't keep any secrets from Bud. He owns my pussy and everything
connected to it. I gave it to him. We signed a contract. He makes all
decisions concerning my body and who uses it, and that's the way I like it.
That takes a tremendous burden off of my shoulders, and I suffer no guilt no
matter what I do. In my mind, I am legally bound by that contract."
"Carla, you have certainly undergone some radical changes, but if you're
happy, I guess I am too. Well, what did he say? Will he let you...fuck your
father?"
"Mother! The 'F' word, too."
"Stop it, Carol. You're embarrassing me, or trying to. Answer the question.
Will Bud let you fuck your father?"
"Yes, but only on his terms."
"Which are?"
"We must switch places for one week. I have to go live with Daddy and assume
your role as his wife. You must move in here and live in sin with Bud and
the girls. You must step into my role, but you won't need to work my job
because I can take the week off."
"Good heavens, Carla! Bud suggested this?"
"Yes, it was his idea."
"Are you saying I would be expected to sleep with Bud?"
"Mother, whatever I would do with Bud, you must do. We do more than sleep in
that bed, which brings up a tricky problem if you never had anal or oral
sex. Bud likes both, and don't forget, he's a sharing person with lots of
horny friends."
"My goodness. Why would Bud want to have sex with a fifty-five-year-old
woman?"
"You don't look fifty-five for one thing. You have a great body. You still
look sexy, at least Bud thinks you are, and he must see something in you
that he finds attractive. I don't know what you did, said, or wore over
here, but you sure made a big impression on my man."
"Carla, I left cookies and hardly said two words. As for what I was wearing,
it was just some old house dress I've had for ages, certainly nothing that
would turn a man's head."
"Anyway, he could care less about helping Daddy, he just wants you for a
whole week, and he's willing to give me up to get you. I should think you'd
be flattered."
"I'm deeply flattered, but if your father ever found out he'd kill me."
"Well, he has to accept the switch or there's no deal."
"Humm, I suppose if we put it to him as a swap, tit for tat, like a wife
swapping deal, he just might go along. I think he'd swap me just to see you
with no clothes on. Hell, he'd swap me to see you in bra and panties."
"There is one thing we have to do to please Bud that Daddy may not like. I
think it's exciting, but Daddy won't. We have to meet in the middle and make
the switch by switching clothes, everything, even rings."
"Meet in the middle? I don't understand."
"We'll meet at Jefferson Park at twelve noon on Saturday. You and I will get
out of our cars, go in front of the cars, and strip naked. We will then put
on each other's clothes. Once we're completely changed, I'll get in your car
with Daddy; you'll get in mine with Bud and the girls."
"Carla, that's insane! Noon, at Jefferson Park, in broad daylight? How can
you even think of bringing the girls to see something like that?"
"They see everything else, that's why they're so horny all the time. When
Bud feels like some pussy, he just takes it where and when he pleases. I've
been taken at the supper table countless times, and so will you."
"Bud is a pervert."
"Yes, but he's a horny, well-hung pervert. He'll have you yodeling in three
languages."
"Obviously, you like to yodel."
"And you don't?"
"I never have, not in three languages."
"Be at the park and you will shortly thereafter."
"We'll be seen by dozens of people, families, children, maybe people we
know, maybe the police."
"So what? Public indecency is a small fine. It'll be fun. We won't start
until the coast is clear of cops. I think this will be great fun, and I have
to drag the naked part out. We have to do this together. You have to follow
my lead--take off what I take off, then put on what I put on. I'll drag this
out. I have my orders."
"Carla, you can't possibly be serious about going through with this."
"This is what Bud wants me to do. I have no choice if you accept his terms.
It's all up to you, Mom."
"You're making this very difficulty, and you're putting a great weight on my
shoulders, an impossible weight."
"Yes, but as soon as you sit in my car, that weight leaves, and the feeling
of freedom feels fantastic."
"Be that as it may, I would have to sell this part to your father before we
could do anything. He won't like this one bit, but I suppose he'll have to
weigh that against what he stands to gain. Still, I have the tough part. I'm
not sure I can do that. I mean, good lord, strip naked in a public park in
broad daylight. Bud is certainly a thrill seeker, isn't he?"
"That is an understatement. Call me back when you decide what you want to
do. Go sell."
They said their good-byes, and Bud said, "She'll need ten or fifteen minutes
to explain her story to your father and get him on board, then another ten
or twenty to masturbate. I say the phone rings in no more than thirty
minutes."
"I say no more than fifteen, because she's too keyed up to masturbate."
Both were wrong. The phone rang forty minutes later:
"Carla, he agreed to go along after I told him you wanted to get away from
the kids for a week by switching roles with me. I told him the park thing
was a fantasy of yours, and a condition of yours. He thinks I'm just going
to be watching the kids for you and keeping house for Bud. He was dead set
against this until I told him you wanted to pretend you were married to him
and you were a good obedient wife that would do anything to please her
husband. Was that okay, because it sure turned him around fast."
"You did good, Mom. If that's what it takes to get him onboard, that's how
we'll play this."
"Carla, I was thinking about my role in your life. You said you gave him
your pussy, that you signed a contract."
"That's right, and he'll own yours when you get in my car."
"I understand that. I was thinking about the girls. I mean, if he owns your
pussy, he owns anything that came from your pussy, right?"
"I never thought of it that way, but I'm sure Bud would see it that way."
"He owns those girls then. They are his to do with as he pleases. I would
have no right to interfere with his property. Is my understanding correct?"
"What are you getting at, Mother?"
"I just want you to know that I won't get between him and those girls, not
if I'm to play your role and honor your contract. I won't try to correct
them, or discipline them, or protect them."
"So far, he hasn't said anything about them being his property. You don't
have to stay out of it, Mom. Bud doesn't realize he has those rights. Thank
god he doesn't."
"Carla, I did not raise you that way, and I certainly won't be a party to
this deception."
"But, Mom, if Bud realizes that he owns my girls...he'll...he'll use them as
sexual playthings."
"Of course he would, Carla, and he would be well within his right to do so."
"Oh, my god. He might fuck them in my bed, with me in it. I'd have to watch,
helplessly, maybe even assist. That pervert would make me hold their legs
apart."
"I wouldn't be at all surprised."
"He'll let his friends have them. He'll prostitute my babies."
"You should have thought about that before you signed a contract. I think
you should clarify this with Bud. I'll wait."
Carla cupped the mouth piece and said, "She saw you finger fucking Tarra,
and it did turn her on. No doubt about that. She wants those kids at your
mercy. She wants it bad. What do you want me to tell her?"
"Balk and see what she does."
Carla got back on line and said, "Mom, I can't. I can't put that notion in
Bud's head. That would be tantamount to handing my daughters to him to fuck,
share, and sell."
"Carla, you don't have any choice. I'm sorry, but I must insist you discuss
this with him before any swap is made. I need to have this issue clarified."
"But Mom, he may never know if I don't say anything."
"Listen to me, Carla. He has a right to know. Those girls belong to him, and
he needs to know that. You have no right to deny him free use of his
property. If you don't do the right thing, I will. That will be the first
thing I discuss with him after I plop down in your seat. If it comes from
me, he'll be upset with you that you never mentioned it. I want you to bring
this up so he won't suspect that you've been holding back on him all these
months."
"Damn!...I suppose you're right."
"You know I'm right. Do it, Carla. Tell him. Tell him now."
"All right, Mother. I'll tell him, but I think I am sealing their fate."
"You did that already. Now, you're just fully honoring your commitment. Tell
him."
"All right. Hang on."
While Carla cupped the mouth piece, Bud said, "Tell her that I agreed
totally, then stripped Shirley and took her up to the bedroom. Wait a minute
or so, then get back on the phone."
"Bud, this is so exciting. You are, indeed, the master - whore master.
Creating three generations of whores. That has to be a record, don't you
think?"
"I doubt it, but it's a record for me, and it ain't a done deal - not yet.
When she'll fuck at the snap of my fingers, then it's a done deal. All
right, get back to her, and try to show a little stress. Try to remember
that you don't like this shit."
Carla said, "Mother, you were right. As soon as I told him, he stripped
Shirley naked and carried her into the bedroom. I think he is exercising his
rights as we speak. He is raping my baby!"
"Calm down, Carla. You should have thought about this before you made the
commitment to him and signed that contract. This isn't rape. You can't rape
what's yours. Remember, the weight is off your shoulders. You needn't feel
guilty."
"You're right, Mother, but she's only fourteen, and she was so innocent. She
looked at me over his shoulder with those pleading eyes crying out, 'Help
me, Mommy! Do something!' All I could do was watch helplessly."
"I know, sweetheart, I know. There is nothing you can do, so stop thinking
about it. I will have just as hard a time as you watching him molest my
grand daughters, but I will remain silent, even after this upcoming week. I
will respect your decision and lifestyle as long as you and Bud are together
and bound by that contract you signed. You have my word on that."
Bud heard that and made the sign of a slam dunk. Carla smiled big, then said
to her mother, "Well, I guess we're all set. See you on Saturday in the
park. And Mom, shave your pussy. The girls don't like getting the little
hairs in their teeth. I've got one sucking my cunt right now. The other one
is over my lap getting her ass fucked by Bud's best buddy, Abel."
"Oh God, you wonderful slut! You pull that little whore's cheeks apart. I
shaved my cunt two hours ago. Bud's little whores won't get hairs in their
teeth when they suck on my pussy. See you in the park, sweetheart, and wear
something sexy for me."
Bud said, "Shit, that was easy. I did it--three generations of whores--and
the last generation I got over the fucking phone."
"You're amazing, Bud, flat fucking amazing."
The End
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CAUTION: 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
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