Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Veronica finally decides to try one of those dating services, and they do make her into a successful date -- several men, including her boss and ex-husband try her out and pronounce her one hell of a hot time.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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(Late Wednesday evening and Thursday morning)
KC got her keys and the two girls walked over to a shiny new black 'vette.
"Wow! Nice car, KC!"
"Thank you. One of my ass lovers gave it to me. A guy named Doug."
"Hey," Veronica giggled as she sat in the car and pulled the door shut. "My ex's name is Doug."
"Well, your ex was a fool for leaving a piece of ass as fine as yours, Ronnie. I'd LOVE to make you my bitch. And sorry for that crack earlier about being a middle-aged woman."
"Oh, that's okay," Veronica said, pressing her fist at her crotch and grinding against it. "You really think I'm hot?"
KC started the car. "Baby, you sizzle! You remind me of my Mom, except she doesn't play with herself in front of me. She was a cheerleader in college and she's still a looker."
"Thank you," Veronica said, reaching into her panties. "Do you mind if I leak on the seat? My pussy's starting to drool again."
"Ohgod, woman. Can't you control yourself?"
"No," Veronica blushed, her fingers starting to move at the button between her legs. "Please?"
"Oh, go ahead. but you'll need to lap it clean before you get out of the car."
One hand working in her crotch, Veronica reached over with the other to cup KC's boobs. "Couldn't I just ... make you feel delightful too?"
"Why don't you lift up my skirt so you can lap pussy and give me a ride to pleasure."
"Don't say that," Veronica began lightly tracing her nails on the other woman's thighs.
"Don't say what?"
"'Give you a ride to pleasure'. My ex always used the say that, trying to get me to give him a blowjob while he was driving."
KC shrugged. "I picked it up from the same guy that gave me this car -- Doug."
But Veronica was lost in fingering her own button. "God ... I can't believe I'm ... doing the things I'm doing ...," she moaned dazedly. "I mean ... I'm not a whore, but ... I sure have been one lately ... !" Her head leaned back, eyes closed, head lolling around, Veronica worked herself around the foothills, trying to position to ascend the mountain of climax.
"Baby, we're coming up on town," KC said finally several minutes later. "Where do you want me to take you?"
"I wanna ... fuck!"
"I know you do, but tell me where you live."
"Oh ...." Veronica sat back up. "I just wanna fuck!" She pointed to the left. "South Livingston Street."
"Hey, Doug always used to take me over there and get me to blow him while he drove up that street."
A couple minutes later, as they drove up Livingston, Veronica pointed. "412. The green house."
KC pulled in the driveway, and Veronica spread her legs, sank her middle finger inside herself and looked as enticing as she could. "Fuck me? I am sooooooo horny!"
"You ARE all worked up, aren't you, girl?"
"Ohgod, YES! Fuck me? Please?"
"You still need to go watch your video tape, don't you?"
"Hungh?"
"Somebody talked you into going to EZ, didn't they?"
"That dating service?" Veronica whined. "Yeah. Fuck me? Please?"
"Get used to it, honey. I went a year and a half ago. After getting laid about 500 times, you'll start -- just start, mind you -- to be able to think straight after they fuck you. Until then, they'll turn you on, and you'll be strung out and horny until you go to sleep watching your video tape."
"Fuck me?"
"All right. Let's get your ass in so you can sleep it off." She got out and went around to help Ronnie out, then up the steps to her front door. "Do you have keys?"
"Yeah, but we need to be really careful to not wake up Sammy."
"Sammy's your ...."
"Sammy's my son. And I'm sooooooo hoooooorny. But we HAVE to be VERY quiet."
"Sammy's gonna love this new you ... !"
That thought sobered Veronica up immediately. "Don't you DARE mess with my boy! You leave him OUT of this! Don't involve him!"
"I don't know. If he has any Oedipal tendencies--"
"He DOESN'T! He's a good boy. And you WILL not corrupt him! If you even try, I will kill you!" She clenched her fists in rage.
Several silent moments passed, then a mirthless smile flashed across KC's face. "The dripping pussy really lends weight to your words." Veronica's eyes flared. "But -- I get your message, Ronnie. Just calm down. We'll be very quiet so we don't wake Sammy. Where are your keys?"
It took Veronica several seconds to calm herself. "They're ... they're in my ... shit! They're in my purse."
"And your purse will be in that bag Coach had in the front of his truck."
"Yeah." She shook her head. "Could you drive me back? I can't knock and let Sammy se me dressed like this."
The young girl smiled. "KC to the rescue. When I grabbed my keys off the Coach's dashboard, I saw the bag and figured it was your stuff. It's out in the 'vette."
"Oh, KC. Thank you."
"Guess I'm your hero." She trotted back to the car and returned carrying a bag. She gave it to Veronica, who dug out her purse, then dug out her keys.
"Now, remember: very quiet," she said as she inserted the key in the door.
The two women tip-toed back to Veronica's room. Samuel was asleep on the couch. He had tried to stay awake to make sure his mother got home safely, but had nodded off about 2:00, an hour before the two women arrived.
Veronica was exhausted and horny and knew that she would be filled with shame in the morning for the things she had done tonight.
"Pop your tape in the VCR," KC told her.
Veronica did as she was told and had soon drifted off to sleep.
Veronica awoke.
Ohgod, what she did last night ... to ... and to ... and with Coach Nesmith, no less!
She pulled her fingers out of her ass, put on a robe and staggered out to the kitchen.
She halted in the doorway when she saw Samuel and KC sitting at the table, drinking coffee. Oh SHIT! "I-- you, uhm-- she-- what are--"
"Hi, Ms Wilson," KC smiled brightly. "I told Samuel how you let me stay over last night."
Veronica touched her hand to her cheek. "Stay ... uhm ... over?"
"Yeah. Thanks! I really was a little too tipsy to drive home last night."
"Uhm, yeah. Yeah, you were a little too out of it, weren't you? He, he."
"And I was telling him some of the things that Coach Nesmith was doing last night."
"Things that Coach," -- her voice cracked and she gave a large swallow -- "Nesmith was doing?"
"Yeah," Samuel spoke up, "like how he was doing that crossword and got mad because he couldn't think of a three-letter word for 'feline'."
"Oh, yeah, that. He, he. That Coach Nesmith sure can be a funny guy."
"Then Sammy and I talked some more. I didn't realize that he and I both go to the same college. I thought I knew all the cute guys there."
"Oh, that's nice. But you should probably be going, shouldn't you, KC?"
"Nah. My first class isn't until 11:00 today."
"Well, Samuel's is at 8:00. Shouldn't you be getting ready, Samuel?"
"Yeah ... I guess. It was really good to meet you, KC."
"Likewise," she smiled. "We need to go out together sometime."
"I'd like that."
"We can talk about that later," Veronica interrupted. "Right now, you need to go get ready for class."
"Bye," he waved to KC, obviously interested.
"Bye now."
After he left, Veronica turned to KC. "Look ... uhm ... KC, you--"
"He's mine."
"Excuse me?"
"He's mine. You may have planted your lips around Coach's cock first last night, but your boy's going to choose between you and me, and he's going to pick me."
"Are you crazy?! I don't want you anywhere around my boy! You and your 'anal milking' tricks!"
"That's my point, Ronnie. He's going to choose me and my anal tricks over you before we're done."
"Why, you ... little ...."
"Be seeing you, Ronnie." KC stood, threw her arms around Ronnie's neck and pulled her in for a french kiss. "Toodles," she smiled, releasing her grip.
Good God! Veronica collapsed back into a chair. What was happening in her life?! The things she had done with Al! Then with Coach Nesmith! Now KC was looking to break up her family ....
"She seemed really nice, Mom," Sammy said, walking back out into the kitchen.
"No! She didn't! That girl is TROUBLE, Sammy! Nothing but TROUBLE! You stay AWAY from her!"
Samuel was taken aback by his mother's forcefulness. "Why ... why did you let her stay over, then?"
"I ... she ... look, she's just TROUBLE. I DON'T want you to SEE her again!"
"Okay," Sammy frowned. "But what about YOUR dates? You've been picking some real winners lately, Mom! Are YOU going to stop going out with men like that?!"
"Yes! I am NOT going to go out with ANY more JERKS!"
"Well, then ... good." He frowned. He was surprised. "Do you promise?"
"Believe me, Sammy. I promise: no more jerks!"
"Good, then." He nodded his head. "Good! You'll be home for dinner tonight? If you are, I'll cook something for us."
"I'll be home," she promised. "And we'll start getting back to normal."
"Okay, then," he smiled. "I'll see you tonight."