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                             Taking Care of Mom
                             BY: Phil Phantom

                             HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

Jody knew her daughter hated working at Chester's kennels, and wasn't very
fond of him, either, but not many thirteen-year-old girls get good work
experience. The money wasn't that important. Learning a good work ethic was
important, as was getting that all-important work experience, and helping
out with the family finances. There are worse jobs than shoveling dog shit,
and stricter bosses than Chester, though few could get away with strapping a
child with a leash the way he could. Still, it wasn't that bad, and what
doesn't kill you makes you strong. Girls do learn best under a firm hand,
and a strong man's hand does wonders. Angie was no different, just
difficult. A bit more of the leash would do that child a bit more good.

Yes, Angie could be difficult with anyone except her mom. Her mom was sick,
admitted to being sick, but wanted no help, since the only real help she'd
get is a long stretch behind bars. Angie didn't mind helping her mom, but
she very much resented helping strangers. Angie had no right to love her
mom, not even like her, but she did love her. Her sick mom wasn't always
bad; she wasn't always mean; she went through cycles, but would never
apologize because she was sick, and what don't kill you makes you strong,
and kids don't get to pick their parents, and be thankful you have a roof
over your head and enough to eat. Angie heard it all a thousand times. She
had a cross to bear and called it, Mom.

Jody stopped by the kennels to see how things were going. Chester had a
particularly difficult time with Angie the day before, giving her the worst
strapping so far. Her backside showed it from the lower back to just above
the knees. He had to have pulled her panties down to make her ass as raw and
red looking as her legs, but that didn't bother Jody. The fact that Angie
was getting good discipline, had good stories to tell, and kept them to
herself, that pissed Jody off. Mom doctored the soreness, but offered no
sympathy. She didn't even want to hear what set him off that good, probably
smart mouthing. She got it good and that would do her good.

When she delivered Angie the next day, she made it a point to tell Chester
right in front of Angie that if she gave him any trouble whatsover, to strip
her naked and make her red from her shoulders to her knees, front and back.
Jody could see that he looked guilty and nervous for having taken her
panties down. He knew that had to be obvious and thought there might be
trouble, a warning, a threat, a typical mother's reaction, but Jody
pleasantly surprised him, very much so, though she did authorize physical
discipline in the first place. This much better offer made him smile and
that devilish smile encouraged her to add, "...for any reason or no reason
at all other than you think she needs a good strapping on her naked body. I
don't mind you taking off all of her clothes, and I don't care where you hit
her. You're the boss. She needs a good boss."

He knew Jody wanted to make points after moving to the area with her husband
working in Saudi Arabia for the next year. She didn't know anybody and
rented from him. They hardly knew each other, but this gal knew how to make
points with a horny, old, birddog-breeding buzzard. She was his kind of mom,
but she sure didn't look it. Chester had no idea they came young and sexy.
She was a real looker and built. Angie got her looks from her mom, and would
be built like her mom, compact and curvacous, thin and limber. For early
thirteen, Angie already had a good start on a body with tits any
sixteen-year-old would be proud to carry on her chest and a plump and fleshy
pussy any grown woman would be proud to show off - good fucking pussy, too,
slicker than snot and snug, pussy you never had to spit in to slip in to the
balls.

There was something about Jody, and they knew they were of a like mind real
quick. It wasn't just what she said, but the way she said it. He looked over
Angie's nervous and cowering form and said, "Yeah, she could use a good buck
naked lashing. A few good ones right between her legs would get her stepping
lively for a while. I might just keep her naked and give her pussy a few
uppercuts to get her going again when she starts slowing down."

His words brought an immediate flush to Jody's face and neck as she smiled
his kind of smile and said, "My, but you are a strict task master. A few
uppercuts to a girl's pussy would certainly get her attention. I know that
would make Angie perk up. She has a very tender and sensitive pussy between
her legs, as I'm sure you must know."

"Yes, I gave her a thorough exam, several. She has a very well-developed
clit for a girl her age."

"Very, and a good clit-hit will pop her eyes wide open. The rest of her
pussy is like the soles of her feet. Your arm will wear out before her pussy
will, but you nail that clit, she'll bite through a brick for you. If you
are serious about what you said, I could strip her and hold her for you
while you deliver enough to get her going. However many you think is
appropriate."

Angie's heart raced and her heart sank. This was her worst-case scenario,
those two teaming up. She knew this was bound to happen once her mom found
out how he was. Angie tried like hell to keep it from her, but there was no
hiding the damage done the day before. He had been helping to keep any
damage hidden, but he got carried away, had too much fun, went overboard.
Now, he didn't have to hide anything and there were two of them to contend
with. This couldn't happen at a worse time with school now out for the
summer and her mom bored to tears. Dad would be away all summer, nothing to
fear there. They wouldn't even have school to contend with. Summers were
always the worst, but this summer had all the makings of Hell Summer. He, of
course, said, "Please do."

Jody set immediately about the business of stripping the child and didn't
even want to leave the boots on. After rending her totally naked, she pinned
both arms to the small of Angie's back with one hand while kicking out the
feet until they were a yard apart. With the smiling old man ready with a
folded leash, Jody pushed in on the ass and said, "Tilt your pussy up so he
can whip it good. If you move, you'll only get more." She then placed her
free hand in the crotch to highlight not hide while saying, "How is this
pussy? Will you have any trouble whipping a pussy like this, or is there a
better way? I could lift one of her legs straight up. That'll give you a
good pussy to hit where it'll do the most good. That'll hang her clit out."

He liked this gal a lot and said, "We'll do some like this and some the
other way like you mentioned, then maybe a few with her bent over with her
head clamped twixt your legs. A dozen of each should get her going."

"Bent over front ways looking down or backward looking up between my legs? I
should warn you, I'm not wearing panties."

He smiled big and said, "In that case, backward looking up between your sexy
legs. Might as well give her something nice and pretty to look at."

"Thank you. She'll get wet. Watching a girl get her pussy whipped always
makes me want to piss."

"Fuck! Hold what ya got, but you better move your hand."

"How about if I move it between my sexy legs and warm up the sprinkler
system?"

"Shit fuzzy, if you don't beat all. Hell yeah!"

He delivered his twelve uppercuts while the mother masturbated for him.
Angie suffered but didn't move her pussy or even flinch right before impact.
Only two hit dead center on the clit and caused terrible pain, but the next
set would likely double or triple that number. She knew the next set would
be hell. Her mom made him a beaver he couldn't miss, so good he decided on
another dozen in that position. Angie grew numb after six direct clit-hits.
After that, it wasn't too bad, but then she had to do the backward bend and
get her head clamped between her mother's thighs, just inches from pussy
which was already leaking into a mouth she had to hold wide open. The old
man couldn't believe this and got close for a better look. Jody pulled her
lips apart so that he could see everything. She filled Angie's mouth with
piss, then made her swallow it. That took him by complete surprise. Ain't no
momma like that.

If he felt sorry for Angie, he didn't show it on her pussy. He didn't even
bother keeping count and let Jody do some. She hit harder and did at least a
dozen on her own with all except one being clit strikes. When they were
through whipping, he fucked her. Angie took a hard fucking with her face
pulled up tight against the pussy, having to fight to snatch breaths out of
snatch. She knew they would be bad, but they drove each other to extremes of
bad. One sadistic child molester is bad, but two is bad squared.

Angie was in no condition to work after this hour-long ordeal. She could
barely stand, but they stood her in her boots and put her to work, getting a
big kick out of sending her into the pens with horny male dogs she was in no
shape to fend off. She ended up getting raped in every pen she entered until
she couldn't get up. When she couldn't get up, they made her crawl to the
next rape, which was a good position to be in but rough on the knees.

Her mom ended up staying the entire day. She absolutely loved watching Angie
get fucked by the dogs. This was nothing new for Angie. Every adult male dog
in the kennel, typically thirty or more, had her several times over and
would get excited on seeing her, but this was all new to her mom, new and
exciting, another great way to make a girl miserable. As if that weren't
enough, she wanted Angie to act sexy and horny, like a bitch in heat. If her
act wasn't good enough, she was taken out and pussy whipped, then sent
crawling back in to try again.

Angie learned to do it right. They weren't rapes after noon. The oddest
thing was, after she began acting like a bitch in heat, she actually began
to feel like one, and that felt great, honest to goodness pleasure, no act,
though they were sure she was acting and took great joy in thinking she had
to act like she loved something they were sure she detested and found
disgusting, sucking on their dicks especially, and that was the best part.
She got to where she loved sucking on their dicks and loved their cum which
she had to eat even out of her own pussy, which they made her do by pulling
herself into a tight ball. She got to where she could lick her own asshole,
and that felt good. Eating her own pussy felt best and they absolutly loved
watching her do that after a dog got through fucking it, even while a dog
fucked it.

Angie couldn't believe it, but she actually looked forward to going to work
the next day. She couldn't belive she still felt horny hours later. She
didn't look forward to the physical abuse, but wondered if that might change
if she changed her attitude about that the way she had with the dogs. When
she thought about offering up her pussy to the lashes, she did turn herself
on. Whether that would hold true under a real lashing remained to be seen,
but if it did...wow.

Angie thought about the other thing she detested. Eating her mother and
drinking her piss. If attitude could change her feeling about that, there
wasn't anything else that really bothered her. Getting fucked by Chester
never did bother her, not even in the ass. She acted like it did, but he
wasn't the first in either hole. Those holes liked dicks, always had, and
his seven skinny inches was perfect. Compared to the things her mother
fucked her with, hard flesh was a joy. He also fucked hard which made it
even better. He fucked like Mom, the way Angie was used to getting fucked,
the way dogs fuck a girl. There were no complaints, there. He was a good
fucker as were most of his friends and customers. The trick was never to let
it show, same with her mom if she could learn to like pussy and piss.

Angie concentrated mostly on pussy and piss. She was pretty sure the
whipping could become enjoyable. She had already had experiences when it had
and she wanted more and harder. In fact, that happened several times that
day. An attitude adjustment would probably work wonders and not take long.
If she could get good at that, she could thrill them by not having to be
held. Presenting her pussy to the lash would be a super turn on. They were
both big fans of whipping the pussy, the only good place to whip a girl.
Girls hate that, especially on the clit. They think. Angie smiled.

Angie had been in her bed since arriving home. Her mom left her alone to
recover. She did some nursing, then left her to heal on her own, checking in
from time to time. She was not like she was at the kennels, more her usual
self, though still pissed at Angie for not telling her what a good molesting
she had been getting all along. Angie felt badly about that because the
molesting was more than her mother ever dreamed - whore to a sadistic,
child-molesting, redneck kennel operator - dreams don't get that good, and
Angie tried to hide it - unforgiveable.

Her mom got to vent much of that anger, but still held residual resentment.
She could be a good mother, even loving and affectionate, especially after
delivering an unjust punishment or doing something sexual, using Angie to
get off. She did that a lot, too. When she wasn't bad, she was pretty good
but never apologized for being bad. She was sick and that was just Angie's
tough luck. Life is no bed of roses. You play the cards you're dealt. I'm
the only mother you've got. What doesn't kill you makes you strong.

She was right, too. It does make you strong. Angie knew she could take
punishment that no ten girls could share among themselves without
collectively crying. That was another thing that her mom and Chester had in
common. You don't cry, beg, plead, scream, and you never ever ask for
anything to stop. You just take whatever you get and be thankful when it
does stop. You never do anything to spoil an abuser's pleasure. You look for
opportunites to please them. You never seek mercy. You don't want mercy.
Expect no mercy and you'll get no mercy.

In that regard, Angie was a perfect victim, more perfect because she would
never tell no matter what you did. She learned to expect no mercy and show
that she expected none. Her mom was so right. She was her own worst enemy by
being so perfect, but that was just the way she was. She didn't think she
could ever be that way for anyone except her mom, but her mom now had a very
dear friend who also needed help. Angie gradually came to see Chester the
same way she saw her mom and wanted to help them both. For reasons she
couldn't explain, she wanted to make it better for them, and she knew what
they loved most - good misery and stoic suffering.

Angie thought about pussy and piss, trying to think pleasantly about it. Her
mom wasn't dirty or smelly and the piss never made her sick. Pussy was
pretty neat, come to think of it. She sure liked her own. She thought,
"Lesbians like pussy, umm, yummy pussy, juicy pussy, slippery snatch, creamy
cunt, mommy pussy, the best pussy, ummm delicious, and nice warm piss
straight from the pussy, suck on that pissing pussy, drink it right down.
Yeah, that's how she likes it. Suck it all out, drink it all down, then wipe
with my tongue, the perfect human toilet. No wonder she loves pissing in me.
Who wouldn't. Why sit on a cold toilet when you have a nice warm daughter
who never makes a fuss about it and wipes real good without being told. I'm
thirsty. I want more mommy piss."

As though hearing those thoughts, her mom entered the room, naked drinking a
beer. She had that look on her face, too. She came up to the bed and said,
"Show me your pussy."

Angie drew the bedding away and spread her legs wide, gripping her inner
thighs to show her pussy well. This was an invitation for abuse in her
mother's current frame of mind. Jody studied that tender, raw, swollen,
abused pussy then said, "Still hurt?"

"Yes."

"Looks it. You'll get more of the same tomorrow. My advice to you is toughen
up because things aren't going to get any easier. If anything, you'll get
more whipping. He doesn't know how to whip a cunt, but he'll get better, and
his aim will improve with practice. Open the lips and let me see that
clit...biggest clit you've ever had...tender, isn't it?"

"Yes, very. It's still throbbing."

"Before this week is up, you'll wish you didn't have a clit."

"I already do."

"Tough. You're stuck with it. On most girls, that's a pleasure button. On
you, that's a pain button, and a big one. You were born with the wrong kind
of clit to the wrong kind of mom. That's the breaks. When we think you need
pain, we know what button to push, which part to hit. You know, too, don't
you?"

"Yes, my clit."

"If you know that, why do you make it so diffuclt to hit?"

"I don't. I hold still."

"Not perfectly still, and you don't open the lips. You could make a good
target of your clit, but you don't. Are you afraid your fingers are going to
get hit?"

"No."

"Then you shouldn't mind opening your cunt up for us and fully exposing your
pain button. With a target like that, we could hit it every time and not
fuck up your pussy so much. We don't want to hit fleshy pussy. We want to
hit tender clit. When we go to inflict pain, we want to see real pain. Are
you trying to spoil our fun?"

"No. If you want me to fully expose the clit, I will."

Jody didn't expect this response. She said, "Really...and hold perfectly
still...like you're doing now?"

"Yes."

"Talk is cheap. What makes you think you could, or do it twice?"

"I do whatever I have to do. Don't I always?"

"Well, I'd like to see you do that from now on...without being told. When
you get your pussy whipped, offer up the clit, fully exposed...and keep it
fully exposed until we think you've had enough or we want you in another
position. When you get in a new position, you get that clit fully exposed, I
mean stretch those cunt lips and put it right out there. Is that
understood?"

"Yes, I understand. I won't wait to be told, I'll just do it, and hold it,
and stay perfectly still."

"If you do, I'll be very impressed. That doesn't mean I'll go easier on you.
I'll just be impressed. I have to piss."

Angie let her legs down and scrambled to the edge of the bed where pussy
waited to be relieved. This time, she wanted to relieve it, and taste the
pussy, but not let it show. By all outward appearances, the act looked the
same, but Jody felt a distinct difference and remarked after the lengthy
wipe, "I think you're turning queer, that or you are developing a fondness
for piss,...or - you are trying to get on my good side. Yes, I'll bet that's
it. Clit whippings don't appeal to you, do they?"

"No, but I won't try to avoid them."

"You can't, so don't even think about avoiding them. You should want on my
good side. Keep trying. In fact, try harder. If you make me cum, I might cut
you a little slack. In fact, do that some more. If you can learn to fuck
mutts like a bitch, you can learn to suck cunt like a lesbian. Now suck,
bitch! Make me cum, or so help me, you're little cunt's gonna pay."

Now Angie could suck cunt with all the passion she wanted to show, and just
as with fucking the mutts, her mom was convinced her performance was all an
act. Making her mom cum under those circumstances was easy. In fact, Angie
made her cum twice and still kept up a lesbian act which was no act. Angie
couldn't believe she once hated doing this, and drinking the piss was even
better.

Angie made a discovery that would make her Hell Summer a summer to remember,
not in nightmares but sexual daydreams. The best part was, she could give
her mom and Chester the best summer they ever had, too. They would never in
their wildest dreams suspect she were anything but miserable all summer
long, living a nightmare that never ends. The bonus, and a big bonus it was,
pleasure for herself, exquisite pleasure, orgasms, many orgasms, and they
couldn't tell because they look so much like agony with humiliation and
degradation mixed in.

Her mom eventually pushed her head out and collapsed on the bed beside
Angie, lying crosways, head to toe. Angie's bare butt was right beside her
head. Jody didn't pay much attention to that cute butt until she caught her
breath and got her wits. She then noticed, rolled to her side, got on one
elbow and pulled a cheek aside to look at the asshole and pussy. Angie had
started to roll over but froze while her mother studied the area.

Jody didn't say anything for a full minute, then said, "These are whore
holes, now. Chester told me he was making more money off these holes than
you cost in wages, quite a bit more, probably more than he was willing to
share. I don't suppose you know how much he charges the men."

"No, but I think he charges the same for either hole. It's like they get
their pick and most go back and forth. I think he charges them to cum in me,
and it's not just those holes. They can cum in my mouth, too."

"Of course. On you, the mouth is just another cunt. Even the dogs know that.
Tell me something, Angie. How does that make you feel when a mutt is fucking
you in the mouth like your mouth were a bitch cunt."

"I feel worthless, like garbage, like a bitch built backwards with the cunt
under the nose."

"Yes, I can imagine. Do you ever wish you could just die and be shoveled out
with the dog shit to rot in the sun so the maggots could eat you?"

"Yes, all the time. Would you like to watch the maggots eat me?"

"Yes, I would, if they could eat you alive, but I don't want you dead. I
don't want you to die, not before me. I don't know what I'd do without you,
probably end up in prison. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No."

"Promise me you'll stop thinking about dying. That's just another from of
running away. You swore you never would. Do you still mean that? You won't
ever leave me?"

"I won't ever. I still mean it."

"Are you sure, Angie. Things are going to get worse. We talked about that.
More and more guys want to see Chester breed his human bitch, and they are
willing to pay good money. He is willing to share some of that money. You'll
get more of what you hate the most. You do hate that the most, don't you?"

"Yes, especially getting it in the mouth."

"That's what they love the most and will pay the most to see. Chester said
no one has ever seen that. Today was the first time that ever happened. He
thinks they can all be trained to do it that way if you cooperate and make a
bitch pussy of your mouth. You did it once; you can do it again and again. I
know you can or we can make you, but I worry about you killing yourself."

"I won't do that. I promise."

"Will you cooperate. Will you let those dogs fuck you in the mouth and help
train them?"

"Yes. I'll do whatever I have to do."

"While you make a target of your clit?"

"Yes."

"Well, then I'll stop worring about you. I hate acting like a mommy. There's
no fun in that, and I am having fun, more fun than I have ever had in my
life. I feel so alive, so free, so carefree. I just want to make Chester
happy. I'd love to divorce your father and marry Chester. I know he's twice
my age and nothing much to look at, but we have so much in common. He'd like
that very much. That would have to be your worst nightmare, but guess
what...your worst nightmare will likely come true sooner than you think. You
may as well start calling him, Daddy, and begin thinking of yourself as just
another one of his bitches. What do you think of those apples?"7

Angie rolled slowly to her back, then got up on her elbows with her legs
apart. She and her mom looked into the spread as Angie said, "It's like you
say, Mom. What doesn't kill you makes you strong. If you think you'll be
happy as Chester's wife, I'll call him daddy and try to be a good bitch for
my daddy. If my best isn't good enough, I know I can show him my clit and he
can make me be good enough. I could give my clit to him as a wedding
present. If he had that, he'd have the perfect daughter. He would with me,
anyway."

"Honey, that is the best present you could ever give a daddy like Chester,
but you make that a wedding present to both of us. That's too much power to
place in one set of hands. He wants a bitch, but I want a lesbian."

As she said that, Jody rolled to her back - not too big a hint. Angie looked
to the beaver she made, then rolled into it, delivering soft kisses and
gentle licks the way a lesbian lover might. Jody got up on her elbows to
watch this demonstration of vaginal affection, awed by how well her daughter
could make love to a cunt with soft kisses, light licks, gentle sucking, and
nice easy French kisses to the hole. After watching for several minutes,
Jody remarked, "You catch on quickly and mask your revulsion very well. Yes,
I think you'll make an excellent lesbian, now come up and let me see you
kiss like a lesbian. Convince me that you love me...no, in-love with me. I
am a goddess and you adore me."

Jody could not tell the difference, and falling in-love with Angie did
straighten Jody out, but not before most of the summer passed. After that,
they had memories with a love that never waned.

Didn't think this story would have a happy ending, did you?

                             The End

Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy
and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before
you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can
all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to
other minors. PP

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