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Subject: {ASSM} Mother's Little Helper Ch.1 by Rachael Ross ( M/F, Cheat, Reluctant/coercion, Interracial, Prostitution, Drugs)
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Mother's Little Helper
Copyright 2007 Evil Little Sister Heavy Industries all rights
reserved. Intended for Adults Only.
Story Codes: M/F, Cheat, Reluctant/coercion, Interracial,
Prostitution, Drugs
Synopsis: Synopsis: Soccer mom Gina is feeling the pressures of being
a full time mother and wife. When a friend gives Gina a couple pills
to help her cope, the suburban housewife suddenly finds her life
spiraling out of control.

Mother's Little Helper
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Part One - Chapter 1


Up at five thirty, in and out of the bathroom, downstairs to start
breakfast. Jack's up by six and I can hear him shuffling around
upstairs. I have to get back up there, rousing Amy first, my daughter,
frowning at me, disliking me because I'm her mom and she's fifteen and
hates me. Into Jack Junior's room, JJ, who's all of nine and smiling
first thing, blinking as I hurry him out of bed. Into the nursery,
getting Jilly up, she's going to need the potty right away. She's
three and my little angel and she just needs some hand holding going
down the stairs. 

Jack's got the wrong tie and I give it a tug and shake my head as we
pass. He's running late, as always, and so am I. So are the kids. I'm
yelling, begging, threatening, getting everyone dressed and into the
kitchen. Amy doesn't want to eat. She's getting fat. The boys won't
like her if she has a little toast. JJ wants the chocolate cereal, not
the one with the Tiger on it. Jilly is making a snowman out of her
instant oatmeal.

I spend five minutes arguing with Amy before she huffs and puffs
upstairs, stomping all the way, just so she can wear a stupid bra.
Jack stayed out of that conversation, she's his Princess, but even a
princess has to wear a bra to school. She hates me a little more. JJ
can't find his homework, he left it on the table and he's mad cause
someone stole it. I spend ten minutes looking before I find it in his
room, right where he left it. No apologies, just a roll of the eyes.
Someone else must have put it there.

Jack's gone to work, with a kiss on the cheek and a brave smile, off
to slay the dragons of home owners insurance. Amy running out the door
and I know her boyfriend is parked around the corner waiting for her,
but I'm saving that fight for later. JJ has to run for his bus. Jilly
needs a bath, my kitchen is a disaster. The bedrooms upstairs, the
bathroom, like world war three happened all over again. 

It happened yesterday too, and the day before. It'll happen again
tomorrow, but there's no time for any of that. Bath time for Jilly, a
quick shower for me, real quick. Five minutes in front of the mirror
trying to look attractive. Dressing Jilly, packing her tote, one quick
look around to make sure I turned off the coffee maker. Out the door.
Driving across town to preschool, traffic, traffic...Waiting and Jilly
wants her doll, the one that fell on the floor of the van. I can't
reach it and she's crying. More promises, more traffic.

I drop Jilly off and I'm free. Eight in the morning and I have three
whole hours to take care of everything that needs to be done to keep
the house running. Shopping, pay the bills, clean the house. I'm
nonstop, going a hundred miles an hour until eleven when I pick up
Jilly, then we do the last minute things. The errands I forgot. Dry
cleaning, picking up Jack's suit, big presentation coming, gotta have
it today! Oops, Amy needs some silk for her home economics class.
She's sewing a dress, a silk one, it has to be emerald too. No other
color will do and I hit three places before I can find some a twenty
three dollars a yard. Lunch, is it time for lunch?

I'm running late.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Jesus, Gina, you look terrible." Stacy was waiting for me, smiling as
I walked into the Olive Garden holding Jilly.

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes. "I love you too."

I looked around for a waitress, needing a booster seat for Jilly. We
did lunch every Tuesday, my oldest bestest friend and me. Sometimes
there were other women, other wives who joined us, but today it was
just me and Stacy. 

"I mean it, you gotta slow down or something." Stacy told me
seriously.

"Heh." I grinned at her. "Where's that waitress, Jilly, just...Sit
still, okay, honey?"

We spent an hour that I couldn't spare talking, mostly about nothing.
A lot of bitching I suppose, some gossip about people we knew or
didn't. It was fun, but I kept looking at my watch, the way I always
do. Jilly needed her nap, I had to do the laundry and get ready for
the kids to get home from school. I had to start thinking about
dinner. Jackie had soccer practice, I was going to pick him up today,
I suddenly remembered, it was my day to car pool him and his four
friends.

"Oh God." I sighed and Stacy just smiled and shook her head.

"Here, I shouldn't do this, but..." Stacy was opening her purse.

"What?" I watched her, narrowing my eyes.

"Take these, you look like you need some serious pick-up." Stacy
opened a plastic cylinder, the orange kind with a childproof cap.

"What are those." I asked, and she was tapping a couple green and
white capsules into her palm.

"Diet pills." Stacy grinned at me. "Speed, believe me, you take these
and by dinner time you'll be a week ahead of schedule."

"God, don't tease me." I laughed. "No, I don't want to take anything."

"Go on, two pills won't hurt." Stacy was holding them out.

"But...What are they?" I frowned because I'd never taken drugs In my
life, at least not when I wasn't sick.

"They're just...Diet pills." She jerked her hand a little, insisting and
so I took them, reluctantly.

"You're sure they're safe?" I looked at my friend and she nodded.

"I'm sure, go on." Stacy smiled. "You can thank me later."

"Okay." I sighed, not totally sure I wanted to, but I trusted her and
I was spread so thin just then.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hi!" I smiled at Jack as he came through the door and I was
beautiful, for the first time in a long time.

I'd gotten my laundry done in record time. Jilly had slept like the
baby she so recently was. I'd gotten JJ and his friends a little ice
cream, he loved me. Amy still hated me, but that was okay. She was
happy with the silk, although she wouldn't tell me that. Dinner was in
the oven, the kids were taking care of themselves, and I was
beautiful.

"Well, hi." Jack smiled and I could see him trying to remember why
this day was special, that was funny and he'd worry about it for
awhile.

His eyes were remembering me though and he hadn't looked at me like
that in too long. The truth was I hadn't given him a reason to. I
stood close, holding a glass of wine just for him, wearing a nice
dress, a thin summer dress with nothing beneath it. I'd thought about
lingerie, but the kids were home, and that dress was nice anyway. It
was cornflower blue like my eyes and my blonde hair was brushed. My
lips red and inviting. I smelled like strawberries. 

"Give me that...And you take this..." I smiled, trading wine for his
briefcase.

My nipples were hard and my sex was moist already. How long since we'd
had sex, I wondered. Not the obligatory Friday night mutual
masturbation that our sex had become after sixteen years and three
kids, but making love before the sun had set completely. While the
television was on and the stove was hot. How long since we'd done it
because we were selfish and in love? Too long...Just like the look in
Jack's eyes. 

He'd forgotten I could still look like a woman. That I had full C cup
breasts that weren't quite as firm as they'd once been, but they were
still good enough. My long brown nipples still pointed out and a
little up instead of down. I had a small tummy and now he could see
it, my hips were still there. I had a shape, when I took the time to
wear something nice. 

"What's going...on?" Jack smiled as I led him upstairs, putting a finger
to my lips and giggling. 

It was so much fun, sneaking into our own bedroom, slipping past our
kids. I closed the door, licking my lips and I slipped down to my
knees, which I hadn't done since...God, since forever. My husband was
lucky if I gave him head on our anniversary, but I wanted him now. Or
for any real reason, except we hadn't done it like that in a long
time. I hadn't had the energy. Looking beautiful, being selfish,
sucking your husband's cock at six in the evening, all of that takes
energy. I finally had some.

"Gina...Oh...Shit...What's gotten into you?" Jack's cock was harder than it
had been in five years. 

"Mmmm...You, lover!" I grinned up at him and pressed his thickness
against my face, sighing softly as I just enjoyed the feel of it.

I felt like I was cheating on my husband. How silly is that? I mean it
though, this was different for us, enough so that it was like we were
someone else. It was good like that and I opened my mouth eagerly,
taking my husband's aching manhood into my mouth and washing it with
my tongue while his eyes stared into mine. He swallowed half his wine
quickly while I wrapped my lips around the shaft, staining his hot
flesh red with my lipstick, sliding my mouth up and down slowly.

I pulled his pants down while I did that, helping Jack undress while I
nursed on his cock like the girl I'd been while we dated some sixteen
years before. We'd done this sort of thing a lot back then and we both
assumed it would be like that forever. We'd get married and have great
sex every day for the rest of our lives. I wonder if anyone, or
perhaps everyone, has those same silly ideas when they're seventeen
and hopelessly in love.

"Jesus, Gina...I love you so much...I don't tell you enough, I know, but..."
My husband was feeling guilty and it made me giggle around his cock.

"Shhh...I know..." I licked my lips, stroking his wet ruddy penis with my
hand. "...I love you too."

"Mmmm..." I took him into my mouth again, sucking that cock I loved, the
best I knew how. 

It really is like riding a bicycle and I even had him in my throat
after a few minutes. Taking every inch of him, and in truth he's a
normal man, an average man, but still just long enough that it was
special taking all of him. Deep throating the cock that had made my
children, it was a thought that warmed me, literally and figuratively,
and I was making love to him with my mouth. Rewarding him for working
hard and providing us with a home and food. He was as busy as I was,
in a different way, and I did take him for granted, like he did with
me. We just assumed things happened by themselves, although we knew
they didn't. He did his job and I did mine. We deserved this.

I felt his hands in my hair, stroking me, holding me tight and moving
me the way he liked. His wine glass was empty, dropped to the carpet
and I was swallowing the wetness filling my mouth. Jack was moaning,
urging me on happily, and I was enjoying it. Mouthing his cock,
feeling it strong and hot. He was full of desire for me, his heavy
balls full of sperm for me, and I liked it. I wanted it.

I held his balls in my hand, rolling them gently while he pushed with
hips now, getting anxious. It was feeling good and he was nodding,
working his shaft between my lips, over my tongue and occasionally
into my throat as I opened for him. I slipped my mouth away, kissing
and licking down the underside and took his balls in my mouth. I
wetted them thoroughly, sucking and making soft humming noises so he
could feel the vibrations and laugh with the pleasure of it. I was
smiling too, my mouth full with Jack's lightly furred scrotum and I
had my hand between my thighs, under my dress so I could feel my
vulva. I was hot and wet, my labia swollen with desire. My clitoris
hard and thrumming with excitement. I fingered myself while I mouthed
my husband's balls.

"Let me inside...Come here..." Jack wanted me, he wanted to cum inside me.
Not in my mouth, but in my sex, in my womb.

"Yeah." I breathed happily, letting him pull me to my feet and he was
naked and I was as undressed as I needed to be.

He put me on the bed, pushing my dress up around my hips and lifting
my legs. He wanted me the old fashioned way, face to face the way we
hadn't done it since we'd made Jilly. He put my knees over his
shoulders, smiling and staring into my eyes and I was nodding, biting
my bottom lip as I felt the blunt head of his cock rubbing across my
slit. He split my lips easily, sliding into my sex without any protest
or resistance. I opened up for him so easily and just like that we
were making love. 

I wrapped my arms around him, feeling no discomfort at all as my
husband leaned forward, lifting my ass off the bed, giving his
hardness a straight path into the depths of my humid womb. He was
fucking me slowly at first, making me groan and I felt an orgasm
coming. My first in years it seemed. I hadn't cum just from fucking in
so long I wasn't even sure I could anymore, but there it was. I was
pulling him against me, wanting it harder and faster and deeper. He
was going to set me off any moment and I closed my eyes, whimpering
with joy when it happened. 

Jack kissed me, his tongue pressing between my open lips and I
rocketed into bliss. My whole body straining around the man, my pussy
contracting as if to hold him inside me forever. I saw flashing lights
and heard a sound like the ocean far away. I could smell him after a
long day and taste our sex on the air. I was alive, after how many
years of being in a coma, I was awake and cumming and a moment later
Jack was with me. His manhood jerking sharply inside my body, his
sperm spreading through me like nothing else in the world. I was full
of him again, full of us and I was crying because it was exactly what
I'd been missing without even realizing it.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I need more of those." I said into the phone. 

It was Thursday, two days later and I was dead again, in that awful
place. Not enough time, too much to do. I ran around like a chicken
with my head cut off all day, every day. I wanted that afternoon back.
I wanted that energy. Those little green and white pills had made
everything better, but not forever and that was what I wanted.

"Gina, hi...What was that?" Stacy was a little surprised that I called
her at work, but not too much.

"Those diet pills, can I get more?" I asked.

"Oh, those." She cleared her throat and lowered her voice. "Um, yeah,
maybe..."

"Maybe?" I frowned. "Stace, come on. Just tell me. Do I need a
prescription, or what? Who's your doctor?"

"Slow down." My friend laughed and she was almost whispering. "Look,
they're not really a prescription, okay?"

"What?" I cocked my head, trying to hear Stacy as Jilly was crying,
unhappy with her tapioca and telling me she wanted the chocolate
pudding instead.

"I can get you some, um, they're fifty dollars for twenty of them."
She told me.

"Yeah, okay." I agreed. "Where do I get a prescription though?"

What?" Stacy sounded confused then. "I told you, they're not
prescription. Meet for lunch on Monday, okay? I'll have some for you."

"Monday?" I sighed, that was way too long. "Stacy, I can't go through
the whole weekend like this! Come on!"

"Gina! God, relax." Stacy told me. "I have to see someone, you know. I
have to get them before I can give them to you."

"Well..." I pinched the phone between my cheek and shoulder as I got
pudding for Jilly, just so she'd be quiet for five minutes. "...Where do
you get them? I can go. I'll get them myself."

"I get them from a guy, um...Let me call you back, okay? I can't just
tell you, I'm sorry, okay? It's just...I'll call you."

"When?" I asked, not understanding what was going on at all. All she
had to do was tell me what store she went to, what pills to ask for.

"I don't know...Half an hour, alright? Okay Gina?"

"Yeah, okay." I nodded into the phone. 

Rinnnng...

"Stacy?" I had it on the first ring.

"Yeah, hey." Stacy spoke. "I talked to the guy, so it's okay. I
explained."

"Explained what?" I wondered, but Stacy was still talking.

"Got a pencil? Write this address down..."

A minute later I had it, a street address out in the suburbs, the
other side of town, and I frowned at it.

"Are you sure this is right?" I asked Stacy. "This is in Meadowpark."

"Yeah, he lives there." Stacy giggled. "Just remember, bring cash,
okay? It's two fifty a hit..."

"A...hit?" I narrowed my eyes and I was finally getting it. "Stacy...You
mean he's a drug dealer?"

I'd lowered my voice instinctively and looked around like someone
might have overheard me, but the only one there was Jilly, playing on
the kitchen floor now, coloring Cinderella.

"Yeah, what did you think I was talking about?" Stacy laughed. "You
gotta be really cool, Gina. I mean it, I told him you were okay,
otherwise he wouldn't see you at all."

"But...Who is he?" I was suddenly very frightened. 

"He's a guy I knew in college, he hooked everyone up for mid-terms,
you know?" Stacy giggled. "He saved my butt and so, I know him. He's
okay, just...You be okay too, right?"

"Yeah, right." I swallowed hard. 

"He's totally normal, Gina." Stacy said, sensing my sudden
apprehension. "He just has a weird job."

"Okay, yeah."

"Call me, huh? After you see him, you give me a call." Stacy made me
promise and I was really wondering if I was even going to go.

I didn't know any drug dealers. I didn't want to know any. That was
evil and bad and I was a mother with three kids. I looked at Jilly, my
little angel coloring on the kitchen floor. I didn't even want her
living in the same world as a drug dealer. I didn't need those pills
that bad. I could survive, I told myself. The pills hadn't done
anything anyway. It was all me. I'd taken care of the house and kids
and then my husband that night. Not the pills, it had been me. If I
could do it once, I could do it again.

No drug dealers allowed in my life.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Friday was the worst. JJ missed his school bus, so I had to drive him.
I was late getting Jilly to preschool, they had a rule, she had to
miss the class. Couldn't disturb the routine for everyone. A wasted
drive and a wasted morning. Jilly was happy, too happy. She wouldn't
stay in the shopping cart and wanted everything she saw on the
shelves. Anger, pleading, remorse, bribery. I was doing all of it,
feeling all of it. Running around like a chicken, walking in a coma. I
was dying and late for everything, all morning long. The world was
moving fast and I was in slow motion.

"Uh...Hi." I blinked at the man who opened the door.

He was tall, mid-thirties, clean cut and not bad looking. Not scruffy,
not scarred and tattooed. Not even black. Just a white guy who looked
like he ought to be managing a Starbucks someplace. He lived in a
split level house, like a thousand other ones in the middle of
suburbia. There was a swing set in the yard.

"Hello." He looked at me and then at Jilly, smiling at the girl as I
held her.

"Uh..." I glanced around nervously. "...I'm Gina, um, Stacy's friend? She
gave me your address and..."

"Oh, right." He nodded. "Come on in..."

He held the door open and stood aside and I swallowed hard, my heart
going a mile a minute. What was I doing?

"Okay...Yeah..." I stepped into the man's house, looking like anyone
else's. The discovery channel was on his television.

"I'm Gary." He said, closing the door. "You're pretty nervous, huh?"

"Yeah." I giggled. "I just, uh...I don't know..."

"It's alright, sit down." He gestured at a sofa. "Do you want
something to drink? Some soda or coffee..."

"What? No, uh-uh...Thanks." I didn't sit down.

"You're looking for greens right?" He asked.

"Greens?" I shrugged. "Stacy gave me some capsules, um, green and
white ones?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "Greens, that's cool. It's fifty for twenty, okay?
And don't take a lot...Just like one, you know, when you really need it.
Not all the time, you'll never sleep."

He was chuckling and I was nodding quickly.

"I'll go get them." He said. "Twenty, right?"

"Yeah, I got the money right here." I shifted Jilly a little and she
was being good, sucking her thumb.

"Okay, that's fine." He nodded. "Back in a second."

He gave me a little zip lock bag with twenty pills in it and I gave
him a fifty dollar bill. I wanted to throw up for some reason. My
heart hurt and I was holding my baby and buying drugs and I left so
fast I almost tripped, stumbling and making apologetic goodbyes and
clumsy excuses. I had an appointment, I needed to get Jilly her lunch.
I need to run. I sat in my van for five minutes crying before I could
drive away.

And I got so much stuff done that afternoon. I was happy again. Alive
and smiling. It was Friday and I convinced Jack to take me out. Amy
was angry because she had to stay home and watch her brother and
sister, but Jack laid down the law for a change. It was his turn to
play bad cop because he saw my good mood ad wanted me all over again.
We went out, like we were on a date again, and I was so up it was
unbelievable and I knew I used to feel like that all the time. God,
how I missed it.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hey." My husband whispered and he was making love to me nice.

I was on my back, Jack on his left side facing me. Our legs were
scissored, above and beneath and in between each other, ad he was
pumping his cock in and out of me slowly. I was in that warm, fuzzy
place, damp with sweat and my breasts rose and fall slowly with every
deep breath I took. I'd cum earlier, a couple times, and now we were
just relaxing before the big finish.

"Hmmm?" I smiled, reaching out with my hand to touch his face.

"How come you're in such a good mood lately?" He asked and my husband
was working very hard to make his question non-threatening, neutral
without any accusation at all, but I felt it anyway.

Guilt rose up like bile in my in my throat and I turned my face away.
I was frightened of the truth, not just telling him what I was doing,
but admitting it to myself more than I needed to. I'd been taking
those pills, one, sometimes two a day. First thing in the morning and
then later, maybe, another in the afternoon. I'd been doing it for
almost two weeks and they were almost gone. I had two left and I was
frightened by that. Scared of wanting to get more of them, scared not
to.

"I dunno." I smiled at the far wall. "I just feel...Better, I guess."

"Okay." Jack agreed, not pushing me, but now we both knew he'd noticed
it. He was curious about it.

"I'm getting along better with Amy." I said, hoping that would explain
it. 

"Good." My husband sighed and reached for my left breast, playing with
it, thumbing my nipple while he worked his cock in and out of my
pussy.

"She still hates me though." I giggled and even that didn't bother me,
not just a couple hours after I'd taken a pill. She could hate me, I
still loved her.

"She's just at that age." My husband said. "She'll get over it. Jackie
will do the same thing to me probably."

"Heh." I shook my head and turned back to him. "He adores you."

"Yeah." My husband smiled because it was true. 

"So does Amy." I said. "So do I."

"I love you." He told me. "If something's wrong...You'd tell me, right?"

"What?" I blinked at him. "Of course I would."

"Okay." He smiled.

He pulled me closer, shifting a little and feeding me more of his
prick, harder and deeper. Jack reached down between my legs, rubbing
my clit for me while we fucked and I moaned, licking my lips and
lifting my ass against it. He knew me, what I liked, and Jack was
going to let me cum first. He'd make sure of it, wanting to be the
best lover he could be. I was wet, sloppy wet and the tang of our
union filled the air and I loved the feeling of his cock working my
pussy deep like that.

"I wish we could have another baby." I sighed and where that thought
came from, I have no idea.

"You do?" Jack laughed and thrust harder, squeezing my tit with his
strong soft fingers, making me arch my back.

"Yeah..." I nodded. "...One more, another boy."

"Too late for that." Jack said and I'd been the one wanting him to get
a vasectomy. It was my fault we couldn't have any more children, but
he wasn't blaming me. He never did and we really did have our hands
full with three anyway.

"I know." I gasped, wriggling my hips, screwing myself down on that
cock. "I just feel...Like I could do anything right now."

"Heh." My husband smiled at that because it was so totally different
from my usual complaints.

"Ah...Fuck me...Fuck me good...I'm cumming..." I groaned and lost myself in
all that goodness, all my other thoughts lost completely.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

end of chapter 01
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