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From: "Phil Phantom" <PP@PhilPhantom.Com>
Subject: {ASSM} Peace with Honor
Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 23:10:03 -0500
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                     Peace with Honor
                     By: Phil Phantom
                   HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

Bonnie walked in on a dream and a nightmare, hard to tell, for lying
nude on her dining table was her very sexy sixteen-year-old daughter -
naked, wearing Sony Walkman head phones, grooving while Bonnie's brand
new husband sat in a chair and ate a beaver like a famished beaver
hunter with beaver thighs clamped to his ears, out hunting beaver with
no clothes on. Looked like a dream, but this was her worst nightmare.

Neither could hear her nor see her. Debbie had her eyes closed and
Greg had a face full of damn fine pussy. Bonnie came right up to stand
beside Greg and just stood there watching a most amazing sight. Sure
looked good, and the stuff needed to shave that beaver was off to the
side, no longer needed. Bonnie looked to his crotch and saw a wet,
limp dick. Fucked her, too - damn! Shaved her, fucked her, and now he
was eating her. She looked like a girl lying in teenage girl Heaven.
There was nothing on that girl that didn't belong in Heaven. Greg
never stood a chance.

Bonnie watched several minutes, then had enough, and turned off the
radio. That got the little bitch's attention. She didn't freak. She
turned it back on and settled back for more. Bonnie thought she might
and had thought ahead to her next action, which was unplug and throw
into the fireplace. Had it actually gone in, that would have been
great theater, but she was way off and threw it into a window that
would cost ten times more than the radio - damn!

That got Greg's and the beaver's attention. He popped out and went
wide-eyed at seeing his wife. No husband was ever more busted. The
girl took the headset off, laid it aside, and got up on her elbows
with her beaver as wide as she could make it. Both heels were at her
butt, knees flat, making a beaver that commanded eyes and held them.
This was another one of her god damn sexual power plays, and she had
some nerve pulling one now.

Bonnie had nothing prepared for a bold, vulgar, effective, sexual
power play like that. Debbie hit the fireplace with that one, right
dead in the ashes - slam dunk. Bonnie had to admit, that when it came
to sexual power plays, the mother was hopelessly out-matched. She and
Debbie had always had a love/hate relationship based on power
struggles that became sexual when Debbie became sexually powerful. At
sixteen, she was now awesome, knew what her strength was, and knew how
to use her strength.

This whole scene was staged to be the final showdown in a long war
with no winners, with the little adversary losing all the battles and
seemingly growing stronger each year, and the bigger more powerful
adversary winning every battle but growing war weary, losing the will
to fight battles and wage war. The ally she signed on to help wage
this war with looked whipped and no match for that adversary. He'd be
more hindrance than help. No battlefield commander needs help shaving
the enemy. This was the Vietnam War waged on the home front - in a
home - on the dining table battlefield where so many battles had been
fought.

There was the battle to say fuck at the dinner table.

There was the battle to eat naked at the dinner table.

There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating at the dinner
table.

There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating with bare feet on
the table at the dinner table.

There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating with food with
bare feet on the table at the dinner table.

There was the battle to sit on a stepfather's lap and nurse him at the
dinner table.

There was the battle to get under the table and suck off a stepfather
under the dinner table while naked and masturbating with food.

These battles were all won by the mother, but not without the battle
taking it's toll or the victory accomplishing anything, not when the
defeated returns the next night and does it again only adding
something else to fight over and be grounded for eternity for. Poor
Greg was one battle weary ally after just a few family dinners. The
call to arms, "Dinner is ready," always gave him an erection. He
brought his gun with a full basic load, but when that sexy naked kid
sucked his gun off with her mother yelling at her to stop doing that
to her husband, he knew the war was a hopeless cause, a battle of
attrition.

He sat there and pumped the enemy full of cum. That'll show 'em, and
she got grounded for life again. In response, her mother got a very
nasty kiss, apparently French and vulgar. Greg thought Debbie
swallowed his load, evidently not - not by the look on the Supreme
Allied Commander's face held in strong enemy hands. The enemy sure
could kiss, and the commander sure could make great disgusted faces
while getting her teeth and gums white-washed. That girl was in a lot
of trouble. There would be no dessert for that enemy bitch - not after
that three-minute kiss.

Not only did she get no dessert, she was sent straight to bed. She
went straight to the master bed and masturbated in the master bed with
the master looking on and furious, mostly at the husband looking on
with another loaded gun at the ready like a second-string lineman
saying, "Send me in, Coach."

This all happened the night before, and that battle was never decided.
She would not get out of the bed, and the wise allied commander wisely
decided not to fight any battles on the enemy terms with the enemy
holding all the high ground. No, that commander was not that stupid.
Her ally was. He was very stupid, and the enemy did make that
battlefield look awfully inviting.

With the widest beaver she could get into, and while playing with her
heavy weapon, Debbie teased, "Let's not fight. Come to bed. I want you
both. Mother, I love the way you kiss. I want you to kiss me
here...right here, right where I pee, above the place where I
shit...not this hole, and not the one right above it, but right here,
at this tiny hole. You can nurse on me there while your hubby nurses
on my perky breasts. I want you both to love me. Come to bed."

Greg said while stroking his gun, "Bonnie, what she says makes sense.
I mean, it's foolish for the three of us to be fighting. We should all
get along and learn to love one another. We're family. We should get
in the bed and love her."

Bonnie was not about to fall for the old "love me" ploy, but she could
see that her comrade had. Bonnie disengaged and called out from the
door, "Come, Greg...Greg...GREG! God damnit, Gregory, you get your ass
out of there, right god damn now! I MEAN IT!"

They left, but this battle was not over. The enemy was waiting for a
response and Greg was wondering what it might be, but that pussy sure
looked good like that. Together they studied that pussy. That was one
very sexy pussy. The commander had to agree.

Bonnie finally said, "All right, Debbie, you have made your point. We
all know who has the lovelier pussy, the sexier pussy, the younger
pussy, the tighter pussy, and now the pussy with the fewest pubic
hairs to hide it's near pussy perfection appearance. You do have a
very lovely pussy between two very sexy legs. I am not up to any more
sexual power plays. I cannot compete with pussy that young and that
sexy. I'm sure that is the point you want to get across. You did. Now,
please put it away and get down off my dining table. Let's all sit
down like mature adults and talk peace."

She smiled and said, "I would like that, but before we talk peace, I
would like to explore this pussy issue in greater depth. I wanted a
second opinion, and you did back up everything your husband said about
this pussy. There is one thing you neglected to mention. I'd like a
second opinion on that."

Bonnie took a deep breath of air and let it out as slow frustration,
then folded her arms and said, "What?"

"You never said how my pussy tastes. Your husband says this is the
ultimate in eating pussy, pussy that is fit to eat - eating pussy. I'd
like to know what you think."

"Debrah, please don't do this. I do not want to fight with you
anymore. I know he had sex with you, and I know he will have sex with
you any time you offer him this far superior pussy. Greg would be a
fool not to, and I know he is no fool. I am waving the white flag. I
will not stand in his way, nor yours. Honey, you mother is whipped. I
am symbolically kissing your ass on my knees. Please don't make me
lick your pussy, too."

"You can sit and do it. [Greg got up and offered Bonnie his seat] I
don't want you to kneel. I don't want you to symbolically kiss
anything on me - not symbolically. When we talk peace, we can discuss
how and what you will lick and kiss. Right now, all I want is a second
opinion on how my pussy tastes."

Bonnie plopped down in the seat, because she needed a seat. Now, she
had to talk right over the subject pussy as she said, "Debbie, why
must you humiliate me this way?"

"Humiliate you! Mom, I'm shocked. Humiliate? Do you think my pussy is
so revolting and disgusting that placing your face in it is an act of
humiliation? Do you think this is some sort of sexual power play
intended to put you in your place once and for all so that we can get
along like the best of friends as we really are and should be, each
knowing her place, happy in her place, loving her place, because in
the absence of all conflict, there will be nothing but love and
affection between us, mother and daughter, best friends, lovers, soul
mates. Is that what you are thinking, Mom, that I have to be the lover
on top, and that you must be the lover on her knees kissing what I
please. Are you seeing some sort of grand power play when you look
into my wide open cunt."

It was after she used her hands to make it one. That spelled out the
surrender terms nicely, much like the French kiss after a blowjob.
That took some mulling over, but Debbie did paint a pleasant picture
of the two of them getting along in peace and harmony, and what was
there on Debbie that Bonnie wouldn't kneel and kiss to please her -
certainly nothing within the lips of her cunt. Even the asshole looked
pretty damn good. The full-of-herself bitch did not have a nasty place
on her.

So, with that in mind, Bonnie came in and delivered a series of pussy
licks and one good, three-minute, deep, face-full-in-the-cunt,
pressing hard and grinding, French kiss in the fuck hole for good
measure, than sat back with a wet smile and said, "That is a very
tasty pussy, a good eating pussy."

"If you really mean that, you must want to suck on it."

Bonnie half expected she might want to get off after a French kiss
like that, so she came in and took a big mouthful of clit and began
doing the sucking and clit-tongue wrestle thing. She thought she was
doing great until her mouth filled with warm piss.

That froze her in mid-suck with a bug-eyed expression like, [HOW
FUCKING DARE YOU PISS IN MY MOUTH AT A TIME LIKE THIS! I HAVE NEVER
BEEN SO HUMILIATED AND DISGUSTED IN ALL MY LIFE. I HAVE A GOOD MIND
TO...TO...]

"Mother, you now have a mouthful of your pride in liquid form, and you
have two choices. That bulging mouthful of my piss symbolically
represents all of your pride, every drop you got, all in your mouth.
Now, you can demonstrate your pride by spitting it all in my face and
slapping my impudent cunt, which will start World War III...OR, you
can opt for peace with honor by simply swallowing your pride, every
ounce, every drop while the world looks on. I am assuming that Greg
and I are your world. Any pride will only get in the way of our
continued relations from here on. We are looking on to see what you
will do with a mouthful of my piss. Well, what's it gonna be -
pleasant peace or TOTAL ALL-OUT WAR?"

She did have a way with words, and her piss wasn't all that bad, so
with the world looking on, the great and mighty United States of
America gulped down several swallows of Ho Che Minh piss, and the
whole world went, "WOW! I thought for sure Lady Liberty was going to
nuke that little sandal-shuffling, rice-propelled, paddy-plodding, pig
farmer and turn his country into a toxic waste dump for the free
world. Fuck! Now, what are we going to do with all of this toxic
waste. Shit, may as well give it to Uncle Sam. That prideless
motherfucker will eat anything."

Yes, Debbie and Greg were astonished, but she did swallow all of her
pride, and with all of that out of the way, Debbie felt free to relax
and enjoy a leisurely piss in her mother's mouth while enjoying a good
suck job. Too bad the radio was broke...but, maybe it wasn't. The
curtain absorbed much of the impact and kept the radio indoors. Debbie
said, "Hey, Greg, get the radio and let me see if it still works. If
it don't, put it up her ass."

Damn thing didn't work, but he did manage to get it all up his wife's
ass. Bonnie was so glad she went for the ultra-compact Sony Walkman
instead of the Toshiba Bombastic Boom Box. That would have really
hurt, but don't you know she would have still pulled her cheeks apart
for it, because that woman had no pride, only peace with honor.

                                  The End

Is Phil Phantom a disgruntled grunt U.S. Army veteran of the Vietnam
War? Could be.

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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