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Mother in Bondage
By: Tiffany
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I was thirteen when Mom married a guy who was into bondage and sharing
his wife with his friends. He had a lot of friends, too. Before they got
married, she sat me down for a long talk about bondage and wife sharing.
Six months earlier, after my first period, we had a similar talk when we
discussed sex in general. We covered bondage then, too, but only in a
category of common kinky things people do to spice up marriage and keep sex
from getting dull and boring. Made sense to me, but I couldn't imagine
plain old sex ever getting dull or boring. I couldn't imagine anything
more exciting than a man seeing me naked with my legs apart, or seeing a
naked man with a hardon. For that hardon to go between my legs, then
inside my body - FUCK! - that gets dull and boring?
Funny, I always pictured a man, never a boy, and I was a girl, never a
woman. I had day dreams of being grown up and married, and pictured the
man I'd be making love to, but my sexual fantasies during masturbation were
of the current me. The objects of my lust were always men with big cocks
who loved seeing young girls with no clothes on, especially their tight,
immature, pussies. That was one thing we young girls had over full-figured
women like my mother. We had tight pussies and cute boyish butts.
Mom and I didn't talk about that. I knew men liked boyish butts and
tight pussy. I think we're born with that knowledge. A dick likes a nice
tight anything, but would rather it be on a girl. The law protected us
from men or they'd hunt us like deer, run us down and have their way with
us. Such was the stuff of my fantasies - a world without civilized laws -
the natural world where little girls ran around naked while men on
horseback hunted us with packs of horny male dogs who sniffed us out.
Mom wasn't embarrassed during our other talk, but this one bothered her
a lot. This wasn't her thing, but he made it her thing. She didn't mind
the bondage so much. It wasn't severe and there was no discipline
involved, just forced, helpless, vulgar exposure. It was being shared like
property she found distasteful. That made her feel like a whore. He had
already passed her around to all his buddies or brought them to her while
spread eagled on a bed. The marriage proposal was conditional on this
thing. It was more a deal than a marriage, but the deal offered security
we didn't have. She had to seriously consider it, had to try it first, and
had to discuss it with me.
I could see she felt like a whore - a paid whore - a prostitute. I was
glad she couldn't see inside my panties or she'd know how I really felt
about her being used like a whore, especially in vulgar bondage. Bondage
was my thing. A date should always bring rope. I didn't date, yet, but I
could see me dropping my first date hints that if he wanted to get laid he
had better bring rope, stakes, and something to drive them with. With
rope, he'd get all the tight pussy he wants, ass, too. I wanted a Boy
Scout with a knot tying merit badge - no, the scout master who taught him -
that big-dicked stud who'd split me like a log.
Mom didn't know whether to toss this dirty fish back and troll for
another, or keep him since it might be the only nibble she gets that would
do us any good. She left it up to me. She shouldn't have done that. I
liked the guy. I thought he was sexy. I used him in my fantasies. In
essence, she asked me if I wanted him to come live with us and bring rope.
Fuck yes, you dumb whore. Let him in. Let `em all in.
I would never say that to my mom, or even let her see what I was
thinking. I looked as serious and concerned as she did. I couldn't appear
too eager but she was going to marry that kinky bastard and be his fucking
whore in bondage if I had to lay a guilt trip on her the size of Texas.
She needed to marry so I could go to college. Higher education suddenly
became my life-long goal. I wanted to be a fucking doctor of anything that
costs a lot. I didn't put it that way, but I told her I had discovered
what it was I wanted to be. I wanted to be a doctor and go to medical
school. I had to be a doctor. Doctor was in my blood. Doctor Sue.
She said, "That'll take more money than I can earn just to get started
down that path. He does make good money, better than most around here."
I said, "That's a plus."
"Yes, a big plus, but there's a big minus, too. He made it clear that
nothing is to be hidden from you. This isn't something that will go on
behind a closed and locked bedroom door. He wants you to be a part of
this, in fact, intimately involved. He wants you to strip me, tie me, and
attend to my needs while I'm in bondage. He'd like you to witness
everything that gets done to me, and he likes long periods in bondage,
entire weekends. That would require bed pan services. I'd be a total
invalid."
Fuck! My pussy lips were clapping and my fucking clit was in the way.
It was all I could do not to grab my cunt and squeeze. I kept a cool head
and said, "I need to learn nursing skills. That would be great practice.
If I can't take care of my own mother, how could I ever care for patients?"
"Susan, you'll have to wipe my ass."
"I know that."
"That wouldn't bother you?"
"Of course not. I wipe my own all the time. What's the big deal?"
"Maybe you are cut out to be a doctor. Well, it's good that these
things won't bother you, but what has me worried, and it is a very big
concern, I think he has designs on you, Susan."
Fuck! I almost pissed myself. "Me! What would he want with me?"
"I think you know very well what he'd want. He thinks exposing you to
all this sex will make you want it. I know what he's thinking. I know how
men think."
"It won't work." I lied.
"Don't be to sure about that, Susan. They are very crafty, quite
seductive, and I won't be around to help you. They won't work on you
around me, but they will work on you. Sexual flattery goes to a girl's
head. If you have enough men constantly telling you how beautiful and sexy
you are, you feel beautiful and sexy. Pretty soon, you're acting sexy.
Pretty soon, you are letting them take liberties they shouldn't. One day,
you're lying naked watching guys wrap rope around your ankles, and you are
not objecting."
No screaming shit, bitch. I smiled and said, "Mom, I'm not a little
girl. If they ever get to the point where I'm watching them wrap rope
around my ankles, it's because I want them wrapped. If I fall for their
seduction, knowing what they're into, knowing what they'll do to me, I
deserve to get my ankles wrapped. I should think that if you ever saw me
lying naked on a bed offering up a leg to get wrapped, you'd come over and
wrap the other one."
This made her smile and take my hands in hers. She said, "You just took
a big load off my mind, Susan. You're a smart girl, and you're right,
you're not a child. I think you fully understand the consequences, and you
will know what you'd be letting yourself in for. I'll tell you what. If I
ever do come upon a scene like that, I would tie your other leg."
My pussy was jumping for joy. I could barely contain my excitement.
I'm sure it showed as I said, "Would you really!"
She sat back, saying, "Damn, girl! Now, I am worried. I meant that as
a threat. You look like you'd like a promise."
Fuck, I blew it. I immediately began back peddling, saying, "It's not
that, it's just that the image of you doing that was so...so..."
"Exciting."
"Well...yes. You know...your own mother helping to tie your legs apart
for a bunch of horny men - exciting in a crazy way - not that I'd ever want
that to actually happen - you know, like a sexual fantasy."
She smiled and said, "I understand. Yes, that is exciting to
contemplate. I sometimes forget what it's like to be a young virgin. I
think your hymen will start wearing very heavy under these circumstances. I
never had to deal with watching people have sex or seeing naked men in
various states of arousal. The penis is a major attraction to a virgin, an
adult penis in particular. I shouldn't be too surprised to see you
fondling one. You'll have plenty to choose from. I will say this, Jack
and his buddies carry around some very fine specimens of manhood. There's
not one that I would consider substandard."
"What would you do if you saw that?"
"I don't know. I honestly don't know. If I marry Jack my response
would be different than it would if I married someone normal. I'd be going
into this marriage with the unspoken understanding that he is out to get
you and I am not to interfere. He hasn't put it to me in those terms, but
I'm not an idiot. I am a means to an end. The end is you. You are the
prize he's after. If he wins that prize, I will be expected to attend
you."
"Do you really think so?"
"I know so. Are we still considering this marriage proposal?"
"Suppose nothing else comes along. How would I ever get into college? I
think we have to, don't you?"
"He would be a means to an end."
"Right. We'd be using him."
"We should put this on the bargaining table, make it official and
establish some rules of fair play if I'm to stay out of it and allow those
men to work on you. How would you feel about me making a prize out of you?
Be honest."
This put me on the spot. If I told her honestly, I would tell her he
already won his prize and to get some fucking rope while I get naked and
get on the bed. But then I'd miss out on the fun of being won and seeing
her stay out of it while they made steady progress. I certainly didn't
want her to think they couldn't win, although I'm sure she no longer
thought that. I blew it pretty bad. I had a heavy cherry and she knew it.
She just wanted to know how I wanted to play this game.
I thought, then said, "No, I don't mind you making me the prize. I
think you should sit down and discuss that with him. Get it all out in the
open. Decide on what rules they have to follow, rules you can live with.
When you see something going on, you shouldn't be torn as to what to do.
It's either fair or unfair. If it's fair, don't say or do anything. If
they get me naked on a bed and I'm offering up a leg for tying, tie the
other one. That will establish when he wins his prize. From then on,
treat me like his prize. Don't ever feel sorry for me. Let them do
anything they want. We'll both be good sports about it...assuming he
wins."
She understood perfectly, smiled, patted my hand, and said, "All right,
Susan. I'll be a good sport, and I won't make the rules too tough,
basically, no force. Anything else goes, but I want to make one thing
perfectly clear to you and to Jack. Even if they have you running around
naked and they are all having every kind of sex with you, he hasn't won his
prize until I see you offering yourself up to be tied. I must see that you
are doing this of your own free will after you clearly understand what
you're in for. Whatever he plans to do to you after he wins you, he must
do to me and let you see it. They will never do anything they want, not
with my child, but if it was done to me and you saw it, then went willingly
into bondage, they can do it to you. I will bind myself to that condition
and be a good sport afterward. Under those circumstances, I would not feel
sorry for you. Do we have a clear understanding?"
"Yes."
"Then let the games begin. I'll open negotiations when I see him this
afternoon. We'll hammer something out, get hitched, and start you down the
road to medical school, Doctor Williams."
"Mom...I don't really want to be a doctor."
"I didn't think so. What would you like to be?"
"Right now...a whore in a house of bondage."
"That's kinda what I figured. I think you're in one. Do me a favor.
Don't make this too easy on them. I've been telling them what a sweet and
innocent child you are. That makes their dicks very hard, and your mommy
does love a man with a very hard dick. This is my time in the barrel.
Make their dicks hard and make them use them on me. Would you do that?"
I smiled big and said, "Sure, I'll get them hard and keep them hard.
I'll get you fucked."
I took a chance with that word, but I figured I could now get away with
it. I was dying to say fuck in front of her and have it accepted. That
would make me feel so grown up, me and Mom, discussing sex and using all
the dirtiest words for everything. She leaned close and ruffled my hair,
saying, "I'm sure you'll get me plenty fucked, but don't say fuck around
them or you'll fuck this up. You've never heard the word fuck in your
life. Got it?"
"Fuck? Is that a bad word, Mommy?"
"God damn you. Now I want to fuck you."
"Gotta cock. I gotta cunt."
She sat back saying, "Now, I want to spank you."
"Okay. I think I'm catching on, now. Fuck, cock, and cunt are out.
Cute and innocent are in. Is that it?"
"That's it. Remember this. Men, especially these men, think girls your
age don't know squat. You don't know what your pussy is for until some guy
shows you. They have no idea what the clit is, or what it does, and they
are fascinated with cocks, especially big hard cocks. They don't know why,
but they are. You are polite and have been taught to mind your elders.
You have never been told a thing about child molesters or been warned about
men who love girls. You are easy pickings."
"Boy, you really set me up, didn't you?"
"That wasn't the purpose. I was making dicks hard. I never seriously
considered marrying him. At the time, I was making the most of a bondage
and group sex experience, using you to fuel their fires. It just works out
that I set you up. They're all chomping at the bit to get at you. You
need to know what they've been told. You can be easy pickings, just be
sweet, innocent, and ignorant while getting picked."
"Sounds like I'll be getting fucked soon."
"If you're too easy you will be. Allow everything except that. Be
terrified of that and they'll take it out on me."
"No, don't put that great big thing in my itty bitty pussy hole."
"No, that'll get you fucked. Just say no - like drugs. The rules will
state that no means no. Just say, no to dicks - at least for a while."
"Gotcha - no drugs, no dicks - the two D's'"
"Actually, the three D's'. No dogs."
"No dogs?...DOGS! You do dogs!"
"They're into that, too. No, I didn't do dogs; dogs did me. When
you're bound in the right position, anything can do you. Does that make a
difference?"
"Heck no! I like doggies. Doggies like me, too. Some doggies think
I'm a doggie."
"All of their dogs will, but being a bitch isn't all it's cracked up to
be. I could do without that. Don't make the doggies hard, Susan."
"I'll try, but I'm not very good at not making them hard. They get one
good whiff of my bitchy pussy and BOING, hard doggie. They'll want me to
let the doggies lick my pussy. When they do that, they get a good whiff. I
think you're going to get doggie fucked a lot because of my bitchy pussy."
"You little stinker. Well, if that turns you on, have yourself a ball.
The guys will get a big kick out of it. Dog fucking really isn't that bad,
but they think I hate getting fucked by a mutt. Let them know you love it
and they'll bring in more mutts. They seem to have an endless supply.
They'll do anything to turn you on, and you'll do anything to get a dog to
fuck me. That should create some interesting scenarios and keep the heat
turned up."
"I'll keep that heat turned up full blast. I can't wait to see that."
"Sounds like you've done it."
"I never had the guts to go all the way. I came close. I know I'd like
it."
"If you think you might, you probably will. I can't get over the
humiliation. I can't get used to it and simply focus on the sensations,
which in all honesty is better than any man. Still, you have to be into it
to enjoy it."
"I'll be into it, especially if I'm tied up."
"I think you've found your niche, Susan. I'm happy for you. I'll see
that you get setup in a safe situation where you can enjoy yourself. I may
enjoy this. Jack is good people and I like his friends. This might work
out. Who knows. It's worth a try."
"It'll be fun while it lasts."
"It will for you. I was mostly worried about you. I see, now, that I
worried myself sick over nothing. You're a bigger whore than I am, and
you're a damn virgin...or are you?"
"I am, cherry and all."
"Good. I assured them you were and had your cherry intact."
"Did they ask you how you knew?"
"Yes, they did. I had a doctor check you while I was present. I got to
look inside. That was a mistake because I then had to describe your pussy
in minute detail. I haven't seen it since you were a baby. I just assumed
yours is like mine at age thirteen."
"Would you like me to show you?"
"Yes."
This was exciting. My mom would be the first person I ever showed my
pussy to, and she looked interested, not just curious to see if she guessed
right. I felt like we were about to do something dirty, like lesbian dirty
and remembered what she said about wanting to fuck me. How does one female
fuck another except with her tongue, her finger, or her pussy and pretend
she has a dick. I was game for anything and wanted to make an inviting
presentation of my sopping wet pussy. I thought about doing it from the
chair, but after removing my panties, the table looked better, so I got on
it and placed my ass at the edge where Mom sat. That's where I made my
presentation in the widest spread I could with my palms pressed down on my
inner thighs. That really laid it out there in a pose that screamed, "EAT
ME!"
She stared into my juicy, wide-open, little-girl cunt and smiled. She
studied me, then said, "I was close, close enough. You are developed
better than I thought you were, but then again, you are fully aroused. I
told them you had a very sexy little-girl pussy, and this is a very sexy
little-girl pussy - no doubt about that."
I said, "Do you really think so...I mean, do you think so?"
"You want me to eat it, don't you?"
"I wouldn't mind."
"Oh, all right. I shouldn't do this, and I'm not into this sort of
thing, but you need to be put out of your misery. It's either eat you or
shoot you."
"Please don't shoot me, Mommy."
That bit of adorable cuteness got my mom's mouth on my cunt. If she
wasn't into that sort of thing, she sure fooled me. God, she ate me good,
through three orgasms. She ate the fuck out of me. She wasted me. Long
after I was wasted and lying limp, she was still licking my pussy - not for
me, for her, and it was obvious as hell, too. She wasn't just licking, she
was loving on my cunt with the lips pulled wide, and making a fool of
herself. I didn't mind.
At first, I didn't want to make her feel self-conscious about what she
was doing. After a while, I got the impression it didn't matter. I wanted
to see, so I got up on my elbows and it didn't matter. She still kept
fawningly loving on my cunt with me watching her do it. She slowly ran her
tongue all over and when she licked deep inside, she pressed her face full
in it. She kissed it all over, tongue-flicked my clittie, sucked on my
clittie, licked and tongued my asshole. She loved that, too. She loved my
fuck holes. She fucked my fuck holes with her long tongue. She sent her
tongue all the way up my ass with her nose buried in my other fuck hole,
and she could hold her breath for a long time - so could I, but I almost
passed out.
She caught my eye and said, "Those guys are going to love this pussy. I
did not exaggerate one bit. This is first-class cherry pussy, and I am
handing it to them on a silver platter. They'll love me for doing this.
They should adore me. They're getting this pussy cheap."
"What's it really worth?"
"Millions in Saudi Arabia, but I'd have to drop you off and kiss your
ass goodbye forever."
"Don't do that."
"I wouldn't dream of it. No, I'll give this million-dollar pussy to
Jack and his friends. He'll appreciate it, be good to it, and give it back
when he's done. I do want it back."
"You kinda like it, don't you?"
"Yes, could you tell?"
"I took a wild guess while you were licking my cherry....Mom, are you a
lesbian, now?"
She busted up laughing. I was serious. I thought I turned her into a
lesbian. I thought my million-dollar pussy turned her lesbian. I didn't
know there were bisexuals or women who occasionally dabble in split tail
for shits and giggles. Either you were straight or queer. I only knew of
one lesbian and she disgusted me. The thought of my mom being like her
because of my dumb pussy really bothered me, but there she was laughing her
ass off in tears, which told me that I said something cute and ignorant,
which was a huge relief.
I sat up as she sat in her seat, wiping tears, trying to stop the
laughs. She looked to me and said, "No, Susan, you did not turn me into a
lesbian. You just reminded me that I am not 100% straight."
"I don't think I am either."
"Honey, I don't think anybody is. Under the right circumstances, anyone
could enjoy sex with anyone else. For us, this was a right circumstance.
We both needed this, and I was masturbating the whole time."
"You were!"
"Yes, see, wet hand. That's my wet, not yours."
"Wow. Do you want me to do you, now?"
"No, I'm all cummed out, but I do appreciate the offer. I know you're
cummed out, too. That was sweet of you to offer."
"I wasn't just being sweet. I'd like to try it."
"Try it when they have me tied up. I guarantee, someone will suggest it
if they can see that my pussy fascinates you and you want a close look.
Someone will clamp a hand over my mouth so that I can't tell you not to
lick Mommy there. Once you get going good, that hand will come off and
I'll be lifted so that I can see what they've done to you. They've turned
my little darling into a Mommy sucker. Once they get a taste of Mommy
pussy, you can't wean them off. You may as well give it to them when they
want it."
I laughed and said, "Do they really believe that?"
"Yes, or something along those lines. These men are nasty little boys
in grown men's bodies. Intellectually, they are all at your level or
lower, and they know less about women and female sexuality than you do.
That's not a put-down for you, but most adult men know women very well.
Some know us better than we know ourselves. We are difficult to figure. A
young girl hasn't a clue."
"I know what I like - nasty boys in men's bodies."
"You'll love them all. Right now, I need to get ready to pow wow with
Jack. You need to shorten and thin your pubic hair. Pluck out half and
cut the rest down to half an inch."
"Pluck?"
"It's no worse than plucking eyebrows and you don't have that much to
pluck."
"Then why pluck any. Do you know how long it took me to grow this
little patch - thirteen years and three months."
"Yes, but I told them you hardly had any, that what you had was just
coming in. Start plucking that beaver. The less you have, the less
they'll have to pluck, and when they pluck, it hurts like hell. I've been
plucked bald."
"Really, it's bald! Let me see."
"You'll see soon enough. Let your first look be genuine. I wish I
hadn't told you it was bald. That surprise won't be there."
"I can look surprised. Check this out: HOLY FUCKING SHIT! A BALD
CUNT!"
"You do that and I'm going to strip you, tie you to the bed, and say,
`Fuck the dumb bitch.'"
"Promise!"
"Jesus...go pluck your pussy."
I went off to pluck my pussy and was walking on a cloud. I was a prize
- a prize in a wedding deal. Who would have thought. That possibility
never crossed my mind, or left it after it did. I was plucking hairs
going, "He fucks me; he fucks me not," and that was for day one. Plucking
pussy hairs wasn't that bad doing it that way. I stopped plucking on he
fucks me. I knew I'd never last two days. I wasn't easy pickings; he was.
Mom came home from her pow wow and said, "Pack some things for three
days. We're going to Las Vegas."
"Las Vegas!"
"Las Vegas, Nevada. You want to attend my wedding, don't you?"
"Yeah! When are we going?"
"Jack will be here in an hour. We're driving. Six hours from now, we
will be cruising the strip in Las Vegas, looking for the little chapel.
After that, a honeymoon suite for three."
"Three? Isn't there just one bed in a honeymoon suite?"
"That's right."
"Are we all going to sleep in it?"
"That's right. I had to agree on that, and we sleep naked, and I can't
say shit unless you say no and he refuses to honor that no, and he can't
prevent you from saying no by sticking a tongue down your throat. There
are to be no attempts at penile penetration during a kiss."
"Oh fuck!"
"What's the matter, Susan? Did you forget how to say no?"
"If he's naked and I'm naked and he kisses me I will. There may be no
penetration during a kiss, but nothing says I can't use my pussy to swallow
him to the balls."
"Here I thought you were having the honeymoon jitters. Silly me.
Aren't you even the slightest bit nervous about having sex for the first
time? He is a grown man, Susan, and he's bigger than average. You are
very tight. We can loosen you up some, but it's going to hurt."
"I'll go easy on him the first time. I won't hurt him, Mom."
Mom loved that. She drew me into a tight hug and held me. She kissed
my head and rubbed my back, saying, "Oh, Susan, I love you so much. I feel
like this is your wedding and I'm going to lose you. I don't want you to
grow up this fast. You're still my baby."
"I'll still be your baby. I'm not going anywhere, not if you tie me
good. You're just lending your baby girl to a bunch of horny perverts,
that's all."
She chuckled and put me at arm's length, then said, "You got that right.
Jack drove a much harder bargain than I thought. I had to guarantee he'd
win you and it's not enough that I stay out of it. I have to help them
win. This honeymoon is to get you used to being naked and getting fucked. I
won't be minding my own business, looking for a no. It's my job to keep
your mind off that word, and I'm to do that by licking your pussy until you
want a dick in it."
"One little snakey lick should do it."
"I know that, but you remember what I told you. He is expecting a
sweet, innocent, naive virgin. He'll be very disappointed if he doesn't
get that. Las Vegas marriages can be ended as easily as they are entered
into. You can get married when you come to town and divorce when you
leave. If he thinks he's being used by two sluts who see him as a means to
an end, guess what ends."
"I get the picture, but we are going to fuck the first night, right?"
"Yes, but make us work for it. Look confused, disoriented, scared, and
helpless. Your mom has lost her mind. The man she married is a pervert. A
kid shouldn't be forced to share a honeymoon bed, and definitely shouldn't
be naked with a man in the room, much less be forced to share a bed with
him. There's not a fucking thing you can do about it. You're fucked and
you know it. Show it, then let him fuck you, hurt you, and show that hurt.
After that, let him fuck you whenever he feels the urge. Once we get you
broken in, act broke in. You're not happy about the situation, but your
mom is now a pervert, married to a pervert. You're stuck living with two
perverts. Your cherry's gone. What does it matter. Let them do what they
want."
"I can do that."
"I'm sure you can if you remain focused on who you're supposed to be.
And when we get back, you want no part of all this nasty business, but it's
useless to fight it. Let them keep breaking you down until they completely
break you down. When you do offer up a leg for tying, it's not that you've
been won over to bondage, you simply surrender. He won't ever want a
willing victim. I caught on to that early. They love me because they
think I hate this shit and only put up with it to land a bread winner.
He's thinking a week until you surrender. I told him it might take two.
Let's drag this out for ten days after we return. I'm telling you that so
that you won't go hog wild in Vegas. Keep a lid on it, at least between
orgasms. Go hog wild when we're trying to make you go hog wild, but always
come down and feel filthy, used, a defiled."
"Great. At least I can cut loose at times. That would be tough acting
like I don't like a dick in me."
"He wants you to like having a dick in you. That is the purpose of
these next three days, helping you to develop a deep appreciation for being
stuffed to the gills with cock. He figures he can then use cock to get you
into other things."
We parted at her bedroom, but kept talking since mine was right across
from hers and we left the doors open. I said, "Good plan. I'll follow a
stiff dick anywhere."
"After Vegas."
"Right...after Vegas."
"Pack light and don't forget your toiletries...and pack a swim
suit...forget the swim suit. You need something much sexier. We'll buy
you one there. We'll buy me one, too. We can get matching itty bitty
string bikinis."
"I want one that will fit in my change purse and leave room for a lot of
quarters."
"A two-bit whore would."
"You make my pussy wet when you talk like that."
"I'll remember that. My job is to keep your pussy wet for three days."
"See that you do a good job. I like my pussy wet. Should I pack
panties?"
"Pack them, but you won't be wearing any. He may see what you brought,
so pack like a nice girl."
"I'll pack my bunny jammies and bunny slippers."
"Now you're thinking, and get into those and let him see you in them.
I'll make you take them off. I also have to get those panties off you in
the car. Wear you're Easter dress from two years ago."
"The yellow one?"
"Yes. Can you still get into that?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't want to walk around in it with no panties on. I
would and wouldn't. I think I'd look dumb. The hem would just barely
cover my ass. That wouldn't look innocent. I'd look like a one bit kiddie
whore."
"You're right. What about the light blue one. I want something your
tits will show through in. I told him you don't own a bra."
"Thanks for telling me. I just packed three, and what girl with A-cups
doesn't wear a bra?"
"A girl whose mother hasn't gotten around to buying her one. He didn't
notice one on you, so I told him you don't own any. He doesn't want you to
own any."
"The blue dress will show my titties real good if I don't wear the slip.
Did you mean wear it without a slip."
"Yes, try it on and show me."
"Okay, but I'll look like a dumb kiddie hooker."
I slipped the dress on. This dress fit me with a hem that came to
mid-thigh, short the way I like them. The dress was my favorite. It was
my dress-up dress, never worn to school. It was my only dress-up dress,
but it needed a bra and a slip. I have dark pokie-out nipples and my
tittie flesh is pure white. If it weren't for my Hershey's Kiss nipples, I
would look like I had a white bra on or a white swim suit top. Before
showing her, I took a good look at myself. My cotton tail showed through
as well, but that didn't look like panties. It looked like a bare boyish
ass.
I went to her and posed, doing a slow turn. When I came around she wore
a devilish smile, then said, "God, Susan, you look like a fucking nymph
angel. He has to see you in this dress just as you are, even barefoot."
"Mom, get real. I can't go anywhere like this, not and look innocent."
"You could if you had a red ass from a spanking and your eyes were red
and wet from crying. I can redden up your ass for you and an onion can
make you cry."
"So it'll be like you forced this on me?"
"Exactly. We're going to get nasty with you in the car anyway, and
we're raping you in Vegas. Why not start right and let you know from the
get-go that your sexy ass is grass and we're mowers."
"Now you're talking. Mow my grass to the dirt. Rape my ass. Get a
belt and hand me an onion."
"My hand will do the job nicely, and I don't want to open the door to
any belts. In fact, I don't want to start down the rape-the-bunny trail.
You gave me a ration of shit, and I straightened you out. Look sad and
straightened...and act naked. Try to hide your goodies from him."
"This is still better than doing it the other way."
"Yes, this will move things along very nicely. I had no idea how to get
your panties off you in the car. He wants us to finger you all the way to
Vegas. He wants you ready for anything before we even get a room."
"Fuck, I'll be mush before we get out of LA."
"He wants and expects that. He knows we can turn any nice girl to mush
if we have free and easy access to her pussy and tits."
"Tits, too!"
"Of course, now hurry and finish with your packing, then go slice and
onion and bring it with you for you spanking."
"I'll just be a minute. I need a good spanking."
"Take your time. I want it to look fresh and I want your suitcase to
look right. Put a teddy bear in it."
I went into my room and called back, "I'll put some Barbies in, too.
You'll need something to fuck me with. Rip the arms off. I don't play
with them anymore. It's about time they played with me."
"You're a pip, Susan, but your suitcase will be in the trunk. I like
the idea, though. I think I'll put an armless, naked Ken doll in my purse
and surprise you."
"Fuck yes! Take my cherry with it. Shove it all the way in until just
the feet are sticking out. I'll look surprised."
"I think that's a good idea. Ken would be ideal to get you ready for
Jack. I'll have to run this by Jack. I promised him your cherry, but he
is worried about you hating your first experience. He may see the wisdom
of letting Ken pave the way. I'll tell him you adore Ken and that you'll
probably turn on to getting fucked by him."
"Are you saying I can act like I like it?"
"Yes. Remember, we want you to like getting fucked. The sooner, the
better."
"Then shove that sexy plastic fucker up my twat - the sooner, the
better."
"All right, but I'll need a word with Jack in private to sell him on the
idea. I'll send you out to the car to wait on us. Get in the back seat
and act naked. I'll make you get up front and sit between us."
I entered her room with my armless, naked Ken lover. I tossed it on her
bed while saying, "I'm all packed. Don't forget my true love, Ken, just
home from the war and missing both arms."
"When you next see him, he'll be covered in KY Jelly."
"I don't know what that is, but if it's supposed to make him slippery,
don't bother. I'll be plenty slippery for both of us after you show Jack
my pussy."
She laughed and said, "In that case, I'll show him before we leave the
house."
"Show him everything. I think he'll like my titties, don't you."
"Honey, any man would love your titties. You have gorgeous titties and
the finest nipples on any boob. Jack will flip over those nipples."
"Oh, Mom, please strip me naked and show him everything I've got."
"No, but I will pull your dress into your arm pits and show him
everything. Let's not overdo this, and you had best put on a good show of
mortification, or I'm not showing him shit. If you don't look like you're
dying, the dress stays where it is. He can see plenty through it, now go
get your onion and get back here. I'm going to spank your ass, young lady.
You are coming to Vegas with us, and you are wearing that dress, and that's
final, now mush."
"I'm mushing."
I got the best spanking, and I picked the best onion. Boy, did I ever
look like I had been taught a lesson, and we timed it perfectly. His
Lincoln pulled into the drive as she delivered the last swat. Then again,
I told her to keep swatting until he pulled up. My ass was bright red and
so were the backs of my legs clear down to my knees. She had fun doing it,
too. I didn't know I liked getting spanked. I never liked it before, and
she always said it hurt her more than me. It didn't hurt her at all this
time.
Jack let himself in, so she led me out by the hand. I stumbled along
trying to hide my nakedness from him, trying to put her body between me and
Jack. He looked very confused. Mom forced me to stand between them as she
said, "She doesn't approve of our marriage, didn't want to go to Vegas, and
didn't want to wear a sexy dress. We had a heated mother/daughter talk.
She's ready to go to Vegas. As you can see, she is also wearing a sexy
dress over a very sore behind."
She turned me and raised the back of my dress. I tried to hide my butt,
but she slapped my hands away. He said, "Damn, Karen. I want her to enjoy
this little honeymoon vacation. This is my little girl, now. I don't want
you treating her like this."
He stood straight and she let my dress down, turning me to face him as
he ran his eyes over my body. She pinned my arms to my sides to keep me
from shielding anything from him while she said, "I know, Jack, but I also
know my Susan. She'll warm to you and this marriage in time. You can't
let her get her way. You're right, she is your little girl, now. The
sooner you let her know that, the better. She will respond to a strong
authority figure, but she'll walk all over a pussycat who pampers her and
tries to win her affection by doing nice things for her."
He obviously liked what he saw, and he saw the nipples best. He said,
"You are her mother. I assume you know what's best."
"How do you like your little girl. Does she look sexy?"
"She looks naked."
"She is naked. Would you like to see it without the dress?"
I went into my act, determined to get that dress off, totally off. He
wanted me naked. I cried, "Oh please, Mom, don't, please don't do that,
please, please, please!"
"Shut up, Susan Marie. Would you like another spanking?"
"NO, please no more, but please don't take my dress off...please Mom,
I'll be good. I like him, I really do. I'll be nice. I promise I'll be
nice, but please don't let him see me naked."
"Lift your arms. Lift them high and hold them there."
"MOM NO!"
"Damnit, Susan, you little bitch [WHACK] Lift your fucking arms...NOW!"
That was good. I lifted, and so did she, but only to my arm pits. Oh
well, that still showed everything and dropped him to his knees. I crossed
my legs, but he pried them apart. Thought I'd die, and then he devoured my
pussy as he slid his hands up to capture my tits. I did die. Mom had her
mouth at my ear and whispered, "You're doing excellent, Susan, outstanding.
He lost it, now respond to his mouth. Have an orgasm, or fake one."
I was glad she said that, because I thought I'd have to fake not having
one. He was good. I tilted my pussy up and began rolling grind against
his sucking mouth. He had my whole pussy in his mouth, eating me whole.
As soon as he felt me responding, his hands came down and went through my
legs to cum my ass. He lifted me off the floor. Mom held me by the tits.
My legs fell out and that child-molesting bastard ate the fuck out of me. I
had an orgasm I didn't need to ham up but I did. I had my hands in his
hair, my feet on his shoulder, my knees laid out flat, humping my cunt in
his face. He knew he made points with my pussy and sucked all the shyness
out of me.
He kept on licking me after I went limp. I left my feet on his shoulder
and kept my knees down. I let my arms dangle. I played rag doll,
uninhibited rag doll. Mom said, "Jack, I think you impressed her. You
certainly know how to handle a girl like Susan."
He took his mouth off me and stared at my wide open cunt. He said, "I
can handle any girl. God, what a pussy."
"Didn't I tell you?"
"Yes, but you don't know how to describe a girl's pussy. You did not do
it justice."
"What do I know about pussy. I knew she had one."
"This isn't ordinary pussy, Karen. This pussy can eat back."
"We better get a move on." Mom set me on my feet and pulled my dress
into place. She sent me out to the car with a light swat on my behind. I
went like a drunk.
I was so excited. I had fun playing innocent. I knew I did good. I
wanted to do better, so I laid down on the back seat and curled into a
fetal ball. I laid there for five minutes while they discussed Ken. When
they found me like that, they had to go off for another discussion. Mom
knew I was doing my act, but I broke Jack's heart. She had to make him
hard again to fix that. When she dragged me from the back seat, Jack was
getting our bags from the house. She said, "Susan, you were almost too
good. Lighten up, okay. Get in the front. I'm going to mother on you and
make you feel better. Be my baby."
While getting in, I said, "Are you gonna lick my cunt?"
She got in and slide close, taking me in a motherly embrace, placing my
head on her chest. She giggled at my cuteness, and said, "I'm going to
fuck the shit out of you."
"I can feel your heart beat through your boob."
"You'll be sucking that boob as soon as I can convince Jack that I'm a
good mother. You did very good, but I did very bad. That's not a big
deal. You're the object. I convinced him that I just got a little carried
away. He's afraid I'll blow it, but he did like the Ken idea if I was sure
you'd get off on being fucked by your lover doll. He was upset that I
ripped the arms off to make a dildo out of your favorite doll, so I told
him the arms have been missing from this one for years, that some
neighborhood brat did it. Don't act surprised about it having no arms.
This is your wounded Ken. He needs fucking."
I sent my hand up her leg while saying, "You really have nice tits."
"Get your hand out of there. He's coming. Act mothered."
Jack got in and patted my leg, fatherly like, then gave it a rub like a
child molester before starting the car. After he got us on our way, his
hand returned to my leg and he massaged from the knee to my crotch, staying
off the pussy, but often touching a lip with the edge of his hand while he
made stroking passes up my inner thigh. He was awaiting a response from me
that would welcome his hand between my legs. His hand was most welcome,
but I couldn't let that show. To hide how I really felt, I tensed my leg
muscles and kept my leg from falling open. He wasn't pulling. He wanted
me to relax. He wanted my leg to fall open. He wanted me to make it fall,
but I had just been spanked and was in no mood to have my pussy molested by
a man I detested going to a place I didn't want to go with a mom who had
lost her fucking mind. Boy, can I act, because I'm sure he bought it.
While he worked on getting me to want my pussy massaged by a child
molester going to a place I didn't want to go with a mom who had lost her
fucking mind, Mom comforted me, apologizing for the spanking, being so
strict, forcing the issue, but it was all for the best. She goes, "Jack is
part of our family, now. You must learn to be nice to Jack."
It was clear what she meant by that. We could all see what Jack was
trying to get me to do. She made that more obvious by inching the hem of
my dress up past my pussy. I made a blocking move but didn't block her.
She said, "You must learn to let Jack be nice to you, too. He likes being
nice to you. He likes your sexy pussy, Susan. He likes being nice to your
sexy pussy. You should let him look at your pussy all he wants to. Relax,
honey, let him see more of your pussy. He'll be real nice to your pussy if
you'll relax and let him."
I slowly relaxed and let him see more. She took her hand and placed it
on my other leg. That hand was the hand that exposed my pussy, the hand I
had fought. This seemed like a good time to surrender. I mean I'm
sandwiched between child molesters and they each have me by an inner thigh
and my pussy is showing. I'm no dummy. I moved the hem past my mound,
well past my mound, then moved the material off my hip bones to render me
naked from the waist down. I let my leg fall open naturally, and gave him
a good look at my pussy by tilting it up so he could see further down the
slit - I surrender.
Luckily, he had dark tinted windows or I'd be giving truckers a good
look at my pussy. He got a good look and a silent invitation to play with
it because my arms laid like dead eels at my sides. With my legs apart,
pussy tilted up, arms hanging limp at my sides, this was body language any
child molester would understand: there, have at it.
I'm sure he understood, but he didn't take me up on the offer. He
wanted a better offer. Mom said while stroking my inner thigh, "Good girl,
Susan, but you can show him your pussy better than that."
I said, "Mom, this is nasty. I shouldn't be showing him at all. He's
not a doctor."
"No, he'll soon by my husband and your daddy, your step-daddy, but
you'll call him Daddy and treat him like your daddy. It's okay for daddies
to see a daughter's pussy, or touch it, or kiss it. You liked it when he
kissed your pussy, didn't you?"
"Well...yes."
"Was that nasty?"
"Yes, real nasty."
"But if felt good, didn't it?"
"Yes."
"You'd spread your legs real wide if you saw him about to use his mouth
and tongue on your pussy, wouldn't you...wouldn't you?"
"Well...yeah...I guess so."
"You'll get nasty when you want to, won't you?...Susan?"
"Yes."
"Well, he can't eat your pussy while he's driving, but he can use his
fingers to make your pussy feel good. He'll fuck your pussy with his
fingers. You'll love that."
"MOM! That's super nasty! No Dad does that to a girl."
"Your dad can do anything he wants to your pussy if you ever want your
pussy eaten again. Well, how bad do you want to feel that mouth again?
Bad enough to get super nasty. Bad enough to offer him your pussy like you
would if he were about to eat you. If you want it that bad, you'll have to
prove it. Show us how bad you want it, Susan. Let's see you offer him
your pussy and call it a pussy. Tell him he can fuck your pussy, and use
the word, fuck."
She was laying it on thick, and while I pretended to weigh the pros and
cons she slipped me the finger and really laid it on thick, saying, "You
like that don't you? This is what fucking feels like, only it feels better
with something bigger. Jack's fingers are bigger. Would you like Jack's
fingers to fuck you...well...would you?"
Actions speak louder than words. With Mom fucking my pussy, I slipped
lower in the seat until I laid on my back with my legs like a dead frog on
it's back. I clearly liked getting finger fucked, and when she used two, I
liked it even better. I laid my palms on my inner thighs and pressed down,
watching her fuck my wet pussy. They could see I was really into this form
of child molestation. When she slowed down and just teased her fingers
around the rim of my hungry hole, I looked to smiling Jack and said, "You
can do whatever you want with my pussy. You can even fuck it if you want."
Jack took over. Mom was right. His fingers were better. When he
slipped two in, that was much better. I closed my eyes and languished for
miles, awaiting the arrival of Ken. I waited five miles before feeling his
head and shoulders go in. My hymen dented in at his lower chest. One
sharp smack on his feet sent him in to the hips. That wasn't so bad. Bye
bye cherry, and then Mom worked him in over several miles. She held him by
the feet, so when her hand banged my cunt, I knew it was time to look. She
took her hand away. I saw feet sticking out of my pussy.
I exclaimed, "KEN! Mom, it's Ken, wounded Ken!"
"Yes, and he's fucking you."
"Wow, he is, isn't he. Ken is fucking me. I never thought he'd do
that."
"He had help. He is a disabled veteran, you know."
I laughed as she took him by the feet again and began fucking me again.
Jack rarely looked to the road. I watched in awe as my Ken went in and out
of my body, then said, "Wow, I can't believe this. I'm actually fucking
with Ken. Ken is fucking my pussy. Barbie is really going to be upset
when she hears about this."
"We won't tell her."
"Ken will brag about it just to make her jealous."
"She'll be very jealous when Ken tells her what a great pussy you have
between your sexy legs."
I giggled and said, "If she doesn't like it, I'll strip her naked, rip
her arms off, shove her in there, and smothercate her."
Jack placed his hand on my mound and said, "That bitch better watch her
P's' and Q's'. This is killer pussy, isn't it, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, she better kiss it or she's a dead bitch. Mom, you better let
Ken out so he can breathe. I don't want to kill Ken."
She pulled him out and said, "Take a deep breath, soldier boy. We're
going back in." He went back in while I giggled.
We played like that all the way to Vegas. My pussy and asshole took
center stage, but Jack's dick came out and so did Mom's bald pussy. I
played with both and remarked that Jack's dick was like Ken's daddy. He
said Ken was Ken Jr. and that I could call his dick, Ken. Talk about a
hint, but then I also hinted when I made that remark. It was pretty much a
given that Jack was going to fuck me when we got a room, the first order of
business, lay me down and fuck me. They won me over to fucking early in
the trip. Ken smothercated somewhere outside San Bernardino, but he was
just as good dead. I had my new Ken and clung possessively to it, keeping
it stiff like a dead Ken, even while licking Mom's pussy.
An hour out of Vegas, she sat snuggled up to Jack while I knelt on the
floor. I licked her pussy while playing with his dick. They seemed very
pleased with the way things were going, and Jack loved a mom who encouraged
her daughter to eat pussy. I ate pussy all the rest of the way, coming out
to see all the pretty lights. Pretty lights glistened off my shiny face.
The wedding was pretty neat because they decided to leave me in the
dress with nothing on under it. I was, in effect, naked. The old geezer
that ran the chapel was pretty cool about it. They checked with him first.
It was the other people, regular people either getting married ahead of us
or waiting after us that made this super exciting. A lot of people saw my
goodies and thought we were perverts. Jack had Mom looking like a whore,
braless, super short skirt, fishnet nylons, very high heels. I looked like
the daughter of a whore. I felt like the daughter of a whore. Everyone
looked at me like the daughter of a whore. That was pretty neat, and I
doubt they could see dead Ken's feet. They were sure looking for something
between my legs. Maybe they did see feet.
The old geezer saw feet because we went in back and showed him. Mom
took my dress off this time. The geezer pulled Ken out and pronounced him
dead, then put his bony finger in and declared me alive. I thought they
were going to let him fuck me, but he fucked Mom instead. The wedding was
free, sorta. Sure was neat watching a man fuck her. It was neater
watching her take a fucking like a whore with Jack acting like her pimp.
He just bent her over, hauled her tight skirt up, and offered the guy a
fuck. I don't think that was part of the deal, but she went with it like
she was used to Jack treating her that way. I loved it, and it was great
watching her bald pussy get fucked and cummed in. I hadn't seen any cum
yet, lots of precum, but no sperm. Came close, almost had a few accidents,
almost a few real ones, too. Jack can't drive and almost cum. I had to be
careful.
I must have held Jack's cock in my hand for four hours straight, but I
kept him hard the entire time. He needed relief more than that old geezer
did. We got a suite at the MGM Grand. For that, I had to put on real
clothes, but once in the room, those came off. Mom stripped me and laid me
on the bed. This wasn't the way we planned it. I didn't get to put on my
bunny jammies, but that would have been pointless. They wanted me fucked
and I wanted to get fucked. I was still an innocent child. I just got
corrupted quick, that's all. The main thing was, Jack had the pleasure of
corrupting innocence and the mother/child relationship. He had two whores
but he made them that way and could keep them that way with his money.
Mom may have started off on the wrong foot, but she quickly turned
things around and became perfect, eager to please Jack. She traded her
daughter for security, and she wanted him to stay happy with the deal. She
proved that she knew how to handle the daughter, so when it came to the big
moment, with Jack standing at the foot of the bed, fisting an aching
hardon, she lay on her side beside me, stroking my pussy, saying, "Are you
going to fuck my baby with that hard cock?"
He grinned and said, "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck her. Any objection?"
"She offered you her pussy. She's still offering. Doesn't this look
like an offer of pussy?"
"It does to me."
"It does to me, too. This is your pussy, now, Jack. You can fuck it
any time you get the urge. Fuck it, or let anyone else fuck it for as long
as we remain married and you are taking care of your financial
obligations."
"I know the deal, Karen. I won't walk out on this deal. Can I fuck
her, now? I gotta case of blue balls that won't quit."
"Go to it. You know where the hole is."
He sure did, and my new Ken was a hell of a lot better than my old Ken.
WOW was he better. I am such a slut. I embarrassed myself. I hurt that
poor man and I promised my mom I wouldn't. I didn't know blue balls were
tender. No one tells me shit. Still, he had a good time. We had a great
time after that. Las Vegas is a lot of fun, but kids aren't allowed in the
casinos. Still, there's lots to see and do and horny men all over the
place. Mom got fucked when we went out; I got fucked when we came in. We
both got fucked a lot, and I got fucked by more than Jack - eight besides
Jack. He made some good money selling my pussy, then lost it all playing
Black Jack - dummy. He didn't lose the money he made off Mom, though.
The best time for me was when the three of us were together in the room.
Jack and Mom liked each other a lot. Maybe it wasn't love but they liked
making out, snuggling up, kissing. That left their genitals to me. Jack
loved watching me eat mom, and he loved seeing her feed pussy to me. All
she had to do was show me a vulgar beaver and that drew me like a tack to a
magnet. They would then watch me eat. He couldn't get over the way she
went into that and then casually watched while stroking my head or telling
me to lick inside. She usually had someone's cum inside, so that was an
especially unmother thing to do. They got me hooked on pussy and fucking.
Vegas was a complete success.
Vegas didn't prepare me for the home life that Jack would bring. Vegas
was just phase one - get her loose, get her nasty, get her used to being
sexually used. Vegas was a complete success. On the way home, I rode in
the back and pretended to sleep. They needed to talk. I wanted to hear.
They never got to do much private talking in Vegas. Mom assured him that I
was zonked out, though when she looked back, she saw my eyes were open. He
wanted her to make sure. She called my name several times, then said, "I'm
telling you, she's dead to the world, and she'll be that way until we get
home."
He looked back, saw me dead to the world, then said, "Karen, she's
perfect. The guys are gonna shit."
"Didn't I tell you."
"But will she like bondage and gang bangs. Will she like the you know
whats."
"You can say mutts. She's out of it. I know my kid."
"All right. You do know your kid. So, what do you think?"
"I think we can move the date up. I doubt it will take ten days, maybe
less than five."
"Do you think she'll get into it?"
"No, but she will surrender to it much sooner."
"All of it?"
"Yes, Jack, all of it."
"We can put mutts on her while she's bound up?"
"I told you, whatever you do to me that she sees, you can do to her
after she surrenders. Once she surrenders, she's all yours. I will treat
her as though she were your property just as long as you allow her to
attend school. Other than that, you can keep her in bondage and do with
her exactly as you did with me. If there is something you want to do to
her, you had best do it to me."
"Suppose you don't like it."
"That doesn't matter. As long as she sees it and surrenders to that, I
won't object. I figure she won't surrender to something she can't handle.
You might keep that in mind."
"You'll still work to get her to surrender, though, right?"
"Yes, I'll do my best. I promised you that I could deliver. I'll work
on her and you see how good I am with her. You'll get your bound whore."
"I love hearing you talk like that. How does it make you feel, raising
that girl just to bind her up and hand her over to a bunch of perverts who
want to sexually enslave her and fuck the shit out of her, knock her young
ass up, and make her be a real bitch, a bitch that sucks dog dicks?"
"Makes my pussy wet if you want to know the truth. Being a naughty
mommy makes my pussy wet."
"That's what I figured. I just didn't figure you'd tell me the truth."
"I shouldn't keep secrets from you. You're my husband."
"That's right, I am. So, you're Mrs. Jack Jennings, now. Are you
going to record it and get your name changed?"
"Shouldn't I, or is this a find `em', bind `em, fuck `em, and forget `em
deal?"
"No this isn't, Karen. I want you for my wife, for real."
"Do you mean that, Jack?"
"Get over here. [she slid over and snuggled up] Damn right I mean it.
I've never met anyone like you, Karen. You understand me. You accept me.
You don't want to change me. You like my friends. I'll tell you something
else. I love that kid. I do love her. That child won't want for anything
as long as I'm her daddy. Maybe I'm not that daddy she dreamed about, but
she'll know this daddy loves her. I won't ever hurt that child, Karen.
Nobody will. Yeah, we'll fuck the shit out of her, but that won't hurt
her. She's a tough little cookie."
My heart was beating a mile a minute. I think Mom's was, too. They
were kissing. When they stopped kissing, she was crying happy tears. She
wiped her eyes and said, "I love you, Jack. You just won my heart. Susan
means more to me than anything on Earth. You love her and I'll love you."
"Well, shit, we gotta do a proper wedding, because, god damnit, I love
you to. I love the fucking shit out of you."
How romantic. He loves the fucking shit out of her. Boy, love was
pouring out of those two, but I wasn't too surprised. I sensed that love
back at the MGM Grand. They just didn't know what to call it and I didn't
know what it was. I knew he liked me a lot. I didn't know he loved me.
That felt weird, really good weird. I have never had a man love me. I
wanted to hug and kiss on him too, but I was dead to the world, damnit.
Eventually, I really was and woke up in our driveway, being lifted in
Jack's strong arms. He carried me into my bedroom, laid me in my bed, and
tucked me in when I thought he was going to fuck me in.
He knelt at the bedside and stroked hair from my face, looking deep into
my eyes while Mom stood in the doorway and watched with tears streaming
down her face. This was really weird. He finally said, "I adore you,
Susan Marie. Don't you ever forget that. I love you very much, just like
a daddy. I hope that one day, you'll love me that way, too."
I struggled up on one elbow and placed my hand on his cheek, then leaned
in and kissed him on the lips. I then said, "I already do, Daddy, but I
still meant it when I gave you my pussy. You can do anything you want with
it. It's your pussy. I'll just carry it around for you. You know where
to find it when you need it."
"I do appreciate that, sweetheart, but you may as well know, your daddy
is a pervert."
"I knew that when you first French kissed my pussy."
"No, I mean a real perverted pervert, about as perverted as a man gets."
"I knew that when you sold my...your pussy."
"I'm talking peeeeeeeeeeeeeeervert, like your...my pussy won't get any
rest."
"It's your pussy."
"All right, it's my pussy, but you can take it back any time you want."
"I'm not an Indian giver. You might give it back, but I'll never ask
for it back."
He stood and went to Mom. They held each other and both looked down on
me. Mom said, "She is not an Indian giver. That pussy is yours till you
give it back."
"I might never give it back."
"She won't go far from home then, will she."
You know something - I didn't. They didn't give me enough chain. He
was right, he was a peeeeeeeeeeeeeeervert, but he also loved me. They all
did. They just had a funny way of showing it. I had it rough, but I feel
sorry for kids who grow up in a home without love. No, I'll take a
peeeeeeeeeeeeeeervert who loves me any day. I had about a dozen who took
me every day. Like I said, it was rough.
The End
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