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"Road Kill, Part 2 of 4 (MFg pedo incest ws cons)"
I was making breakfast when the mom came in, all bleary
eyed, her robe still hanging open. She had the six hundred
dollars I'd put on her nightstand clutched in one hand, a
cordless phone in the other.
"You're still here."
I slapped a plate of eggs and toast down on the table.
She sat down. I poured her some coffee, then sat down in
front of my own plate.
She toyed with the phone. "I should call the cops."
"Go ahead," I said. She keyed the phone. I could hear
the dial tone buzzing. Then she switched it off and put the
money in her pocket.
We ate in silence for a few minutes.
"You even ask her name?"
"I never asked yours," I replied. She huffed at this
and went back to her breakfast.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Tracie," she replied.
"And yours."
"Liz. Elizabeth."
"How old is she? For real."
Liz looked at me hard. Then looked away.
"Where are the dishes?"
"Put 'em away."
"You wash 'em first?"
I shrugged. She looked down at the linoleum.
"Cleaned up the puke too. You must feel real guilty."
"The place stank. Almost made me puke."
Liz got up from the table and dropped her dirty plate
into the sink. She grabbed mine and dumped it in too.
"Well don't worry about these. Just get your stuff and
get going."
"Don't worry. I ain't hanging around."
Just then Tracie came in. She was wearing my
undershirt, which came half way down to her knees. Her hair
was all tussled. She was clutching a teddy bear. She came
over and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Where'd you go? I woke up and you were gone." She
rubbed her fingers over the stubble of my cheek, amused by
how rough it was.
"You were snoring too loud so I slept on the sofa."
"What about my breakfast?" she said.
I started to stand up.
"I'll get it!" Liz barked. She got a clean plate,
scrapped the rest of the eggs out of the pan and banged it
down on the table. Tracie pushed it in front of me and tried
to climb into my lap. Liz glared at us. I picked Tracie up
under the armpits and plopped her down on my thigh, her legs
dangling down between mine.
"I think I'm going to be sick again," Liz said and
stalked out.
Tracie dug into her food like a refugee. I held her
steady with an arm around her waist. She wriggled her skinny
backside against me and swung her legs back and forth,
brushing against my crotch. I could see she'd put her
panties back on. I thought I saw some spotting on them.
"Tracie, how old are you?"
She pouted. "You'll be mad."
"No."
"You're going to go away, aren't you?"
"Just tell me how old you are. The truth."
"She's eleven," Liz shouted from the bathroom.
"I'll be twelve soon!" Tracie protested.
"Next year!" Liz shouted again.
"Jesus fuck."
"Can I have more?" Tracie said.
"No." I pushed her off my lap and dropped her plate
into the sink with the other dirty dishes.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked her.
"Want to see?" she replied, pulling up the undershirt.
"No."
"I'm bleeding. Look." She pointed to the crotch of her
panties. "And there's blood in the bed."
"No there ain't," I said, angry.
"Come see." See ran out of the kitchen. I followed her.
I could hear Liz in the shower as I passed the bathroom.
Tracie had the covers pulled back on her bed.
"Jesus fuck," I said. The sheet was spotted with dried
blood.
"Jesus fucks a lot according to you, don't he?"
"Watch your mouth." I looked at the sheets.
"It's just a little. It's just like my period."
"When you get your period, you mean. Like in two
years."
"You didn't hurt me, if that's what you're worried
about. Look!"
With that she pulled down her panties, sat down on the
bed and spread her legs to show me the evidence.
"Well look dork! It's nothing."
"Don't call me dork."
"OK, but just look. I want you too. Maybe you really
hurt me. Maybe I need to go to the doctor."
I got down on my knees between her legs and examined
her pussy. She tried to hold it open for me. It was raw and
red, but not bleeding. I couldn't see anything torn either.
"Kiss it and make it all better," she said. Jesus fuck,
my cock was hammering to be let out again.
"You didn't kiss mine, why should I kiss yours?"
"'Cause you broke it and now you have to be nice to
it."
I planted a kiss on the top of her mound. The smell of
her body and sex filled my nose. I could still smell myself
on her too, and got a whiff of my own cum.
Pushing on the bed, I staggered to my feet.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked.
I snorted.
"Come on. Show me. How do I know?"
I unzipped and with difficulty took out my cock. It was
as swollen and hard as it had been last night. She begged
with her eyes.
"It'll hurt if I do it again," I said. "Worse than last
night."
"No it won't. I can take it," she said, with typical
girl logic.
I crotched down between her legs. Spitting on my cock I
stroked myself, the head of my cock just brushing her pussy.
She held it open with her fingers, pushing up trying to get
me inside of her. I refused and she gave up. I stared down
at her cunt -- her pussy. Her slit parted a bit, the inside
that peeked out was red and raw, but otherwise the same
pussy as last night. I felt the cum surge in my balls.
Suddenly Liz was in the room. She sat down on the end
of the bed. Tracie grabbed my arm to keep me from getting
up. Liz watched what I was doing for couple seconds --
seemed like forever though -- then leaned back against the
foot rail and began pleasuring herself. I could smell her,
fresh from her shower -- a heavier, real woman smell
compared to Tracie's.
My cock jumped in my hand. Liz reached over and pulled
Tracie's left knee down a bit so she could see better. I
stroked myself faster and faster. Tracie's eyes swung back
and forth between me stroking my cock and her mom fingering
herself. Tracie tried to imitate her, frantically rubbing
her whole pussy like her hand was an egg beater. I took her
fingers and guided them to the right place.
"Not so much," Liz whispered to her. "Just a little bit
back and forth right there. And don't be afraid to press
hard if it feels good."
Tracie found the spot. Her hand held still, her fingers
vibrating in place. I could feel her legs start to shake. I
looked at her face. Her eyes opened wide. She grimaced. Her
mouth fell open.
"Ahhhh," I cried out. My cum shot over her pussy and
licked up onto her chest. She stared down at the spurts
coming from my cock, at the sperm flooding her cunt. Her mom
cried out, gripping the foot rail with her free hand.
Tracie's fingers continued vibrating, now slick with my cum.
Her legs shook uncontrollably.
"Cum, baby, cum for me baby," I whispered to her. She
cried out, her face contorted in pleasure. Her body spasmed,
thrusting up off the bed.
-----
Over the next week I cleaned up the yard, fixed the
porch, and got the heap parked in the garage running again
so they had another car. There wasn't much money for paint,
but I started to prep the outside of the house anyway,
figuring something would come along.
There was a small room in the back of the house I
cleaned out and used as a bedroom. Once or twice when Tracie
was out I fucked Liz, but mostly at night Tracie would come
crawling into my bed. Not that I fucked her again. I kept
telling her I wanted to wait until I was sure she was healed
up and OK. She got mad, but then got over it. I showed her
more about touching herself and we pleasured each other and
she started kissing my cock and licking it and putting it in
her mouth a little. But mostly we just pleasured each other
and then fell asleep in each other's arms. At first I made
her get back into her own bed before morning, but then I
stopped doing that and let her wake up in my bed. Liz
shrugged and just let it go.
In fact Liz fell back into her old habits. I'd take
Tracie out in the Mustang for a drive, making sure not to
get home until after the guy left. She gave me money for
paint and I started painting the house. In just a few days
it was looking pretty good.
But then one night I was just too tired to go out and
there was nowhere to go with Tracie anyway so we just stayed
home. Liz came back with a guy, and Tracie ducked back into
her room. I stayed out on the porch where we'd been sitting,
me drinking a beer and her a soda (I wouldn't let her have
any booze and she gave up trying pretty quick).
The guy didn't seem to mind my being there -- or maybe
he didn't see me in the dark cause we'd had the porch light
out so we could see the stars -- and he went right in with
Liz. Tracie came out and took her place next to me on porch
swing again.
We sat there for awhile, pushing the swing back and
forth, not saying anything but just being quiet with each
other. The house was small, like I said, and Liz's bedroom
was nearer the front than the back, so soon we could hear
them going at it.
Tracie sidled up next to me and I put my arm around
her. I took another pull on my beer and looked out at the
woods with the fireflies flitting about. I felt her hand on
my crotch, squeezing me.
"That's OK, baby," I said. "You don't have to, you
know."
"I want to do it regular. Like we're really lovers, not
like with those dorky boys."
"Maybe we should wait --"
"I'm ready. I really am. Please."
I took her by the hand and led her into the house,
walking quietly past her mom's door and into my room. I
closed the door and locked it.
She turned the small lamp on and put a piece of red
silk over it to cut the glare. She had a favorite tape -- a
romantic Willie Nelson album I'd turned her on to -- and I
put that in the cassette player, keeping the volume low. We
undressed and I took her into my arms. We'd been kissing a
lot lately and I'd shown her how to take it slow and just
play with lips and tongues. So we did that. Then she pushed
me down on the bed on my back and sat on my stomach and just
looked and caressed me. She rubbed her fingers on the
stubble on my cheek (she said she liked my bristles and
she'd scold me if I shaved before coming to bed), then
twirling my chest hair around her fingers, dragging her
fingernails down my belly to tickle me and then petting my
cock. She gave it dozens of little kisses, took it into her
mouth and then with a big grin showed her teeth and bit down
on it. Not hard of course, but enough to show who was boss.
Then it was my turn, and I laid her down. The warm red
light washed over her. Willie's lonesome growling floated
through the room.
I'd gotten used to Tracie's girlish body. It didn't
seem so odd or strange anymore to take pleasure in it. It
seemed bigger in a way, though she hadn't changed noticeably
in the few weeks I'd known her. That would come later. I
didn't miss her not having tits or hips. She seemed just as
female, just as feminine without them. I stroked her hair.
"Austin?"
"Yes baby?"
"Make love to me."
"I am baby."
"No, inside me."
I got between her legs.
"Get me the pillow."
I pulled the pillow under her head. She bunched it up
even more, almost sitting up.
"I want to watch us."
She stared down between her legs as I rubbed my cock up
and down in her slit.
"Does it hurt?" I said.
"No. It's OK, it really is. I checked with my fingers."
I found the spot and gently pressed forward, looking
anxiously at her face for signs of hurting. There was
nothing like that at all. I pressed a bit more. We both
watched as my cock slipped into her, pushing her mound apart
into two sweet halves. She was tight, very tight, but I
could feel her flesh yielding bit by bit.
I stopped.
"More. Go more."
"Are you sure?
She nodded.
"You'll tell me if --"
"Just do it."
I pressed further in, until she put a hand on my belly
to tell me to stop. All but the last inch of my cock was
gone.
I was inside her, or she was all around me, I couldn't
quite decide. We petted and kissed and kept looking at
ourselves. She touched the small part of my cock still
outside her and strained to reach under and feel my balls. I
stroked her pussy and legs and belly.
"Look, I have a cock!" she exclaimed.
"You do," I said, "and I can't find mine."
I felt her pussy grip me.
"Fuck me, Austin."
I slowly began to stroke inside her, pulling back and
pressing in again. Slow, sweetly as I could, looking into
her eyes, kissing her mouth. She trembled.
"I'm going to cum," she whispered in a choked voice.
"Cum baby, cum."
I kept up the stroking, just a little bit faster now,
with longer strokes. Her eyes opened wide, she pulled me to
her and shuddered as she came, spasms engulfing her pussy,
holding me tight and pulling me deeper in. She gasped, fell
back onto the bed, sobbing quietly. I continued stroking
inside her, slower, more gently now. I held her tight,
kissed the tears from her face. My cock leaped inside her
body, spurting so much cum into her I felt it trickle out
around my balls. I wrapped her in my arms and held her as
she shook, sobbing in my arms.
-----
We woke up about an hour later and just held each
other. The Willie Nelson tape and run out, so we just lie
their in the silence of the night, listening to the frogs.
"What's it like having a penis?"
"It's OK, I guess."
"If you have a penis it means you have lots of money."
I laughed. "No it doesn't. I don't have money. Not much
anyway."
"Yeah you do. You gave mom money and you gave me money.
Lot's of money." I'd given them about a thousand by now,
half of what I'd started with.
"Well, having a penis means having to pay lots of money
then, doesn't it?" She thought about this. "And not having a
penis means you get paid lots of money," I said.
She snuggled closer.
"Will I ever get tits?"
"Of course you will! And they'll be gorgeous. Just
perfect. Not too big, not too small. Just wonderful and
round and perfect."
She pushed the covers aside and stared down at her flat
chest.
"See, they're starting already," I said, pointing to
her nipples.
"You have those too!" she protested. "And you're not
going to get tits."
I put her hand alongside one of her nipples.
"Feel there. What's that?"
She concentrated moving her fingers around and around
the nipple.
"That's nothing!"
"It's the start of something," I said. "You wait. Two
years you'll have wonderful tits. Best in the world."
"You won't love me anymore if I get tits. I'll be like
everyone else."
"You're a dork if you think that," I said, pulling her
closer to me.
"You're the dork," she said, nuzzling the stubble on my
face with her mouth.
We drifted off to sleep again.
(To be continued...)
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