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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Child Molester's Wet Dream
Date: Sat,  9 Jun 2001 09:10:03 -0400
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                           Child Molester's Wet Dream
                                 By: Phil Phantom
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Joy went along with letting a neighbor photograph her just-turned
thirteen-year-old daughter in the nude because she believed he
was an artist, and Tammy was willing to pose naked, plus Joy
would be present the entire time, plus she thought capturing
Tammy in the budding stages of puberty by a seasoned professional
who could look past a naked little girl and see, capture, and
accentuate the beauty of body in metamorphosis in shades of
subtle light was a wise thing to do while the doing was good. A
girl is only at this stage once in her life. Puberty can get ugly
before the little woman emerges from the puberty cocoon. When
that happens, they won't sit still for anything except a boy in a
letterman jacket.

Greg seemed sincere and came highly recommended by other mothers,
her own as a matter of fact. Her own mother suggested a puberty
photo set by a pro, naming Greg as the best, a specialist, and
local, right in the neighborhood. Joy called the number and spoke
with Greg. Everything he said made perfect sense. Tammy was
willing. She promised not to act silly or shy. She swore she'd
act grown up.

Joy gave serious thought, then agreed to a very inconvenient
date, an appointment for the following Thursday: 12:30 - 4:30.
She had to take off from work, get Tammy out of school, arrange
for someone to pick Mark up from the daycare and sit with him for
an hour, but Greg's first free weekend was a month away. By then,
Tammy might have full-blown tits, or one, or one blowing east and
one blowing west. No, it had to be Thursday. Joy's husband
thought they should hand Tammy and a camera to a pervert and
charge a hundred. He'd do it for free. He couldn't see paying
some jerk a C-note to take child porno pictures, no matter how
good they came out.

Joy knew she would never get Roger to see anything aesthetic or
artistic if naked were involved. Sex and naked were so interwoven
in his mind. Naked girl and child porn would be forever linked.
He knew it when he saw it; when he saw it, he collected it. While
trying to meet Greg's schedule, conditions, and price, she often
thought about turning the whole matter over to Roger and saying,
"Here you handle this. I don't care how you do it, just get me a
thousand pictures of Tammy with no clothes on. We're bound to get
something we can frame." She didn't, but she was tempted.

Greg did have a professional looking studio setup in his garage,
but when Joy presented him with a nude model, he clearly saw a
naked little girl and was the type of man who very much loved
them. There were no subtle shades of light, only bright light and
directed bright light. Before he took the first picture, Joy knew
she had been had and was sorely tempted to take Tammy and leave,
but didn't because Tammy didn't know this wasn't right. This was
fun. She enjoyed being sexy and acting grown-up, doing a grown-up
thing with a grown-up who thought she looked very sexy,
especially her tittie buds and plump pussy, which he called a
pussy or a sexy pussy.

What was her mother thinking? Artist! Greg! He was an artist, a
con artist. He had her crisp C-note waded up and stuck in his
pocket - had to be cash, no checks, cash money in advance, no
refunds, no satisfaction guaranteed. At least Roger would get
some professional child porn. He did say he'd gladly pay a
hundred for a few good Tammy beavers - good meaning legs wide,
lips held open. He'd get his money's worth if Joy let this
session to go on long enough. At the rate he was going, ten more
minutes should do.

Joy wasn't wrong, but was off by two minutes. It only took eight.
She paid a hundred bucks to have her daughter's cunt photographed
in every way possible. She sat there gritting her teeth and
seething, looking for the right opportunity to end this charade
after Roger got his good Tammy beavers. She was not about to piss
away a hundred bucks. When she did finally have enough, more than
enough, she said, "Okay, that's it buster. I want all the prints
and all the negatives. I'll pick them up later. We're leaving.
Tammy, stop playing with that, put your legs together, stand up,
and get dressed."

Greg calmed her down and got her to sit through more crap. He did
that five times, and each time he immediately went back to doing
what pushed her over her limit, until something worse pushed her
over a higher new limit. The man had balls and determination. Joy
had to hand him that. He had a girl and wasn't about to turn
loose of her until he was finished.

Joy knew she could ignore him and simply leave, but she didn't
really want to leave. A part of her did like watching this bold
child molester manipulate a child right in front of the child's
mother. There was something about that bizarre situation which
tickled something about her where she had never been tickled
before. She had a pervert spot and a soft spot for smooth
perverts who were nasty but otherwise harmless. Tammy did like
being nasty.

Joy always ended up sitting back down because, deep down, she
wanted to sit. After sitting, she told herself that objecting was
the important thing, and no real harm were being done. Greg
wasn't making Tammy nasty, just bringing out the nasty in her.
All little girls have that streak, and most mommies suppress it,
dress it, and wash its mouth out with soap if necessary. Little
girls would all be sluts if left to their own vices and devices.
Tammy was no different, and the first stages of puberty were the
worst. Sex suddenly pops out all over them with the hormones to
drive the mechanics, usually in amounts out of tune with the
plumbing.

Tammy was having a ball acting the way she felt and touching
where it felt best - pussy, sexy pussy - that crack between her
legs, now plump and juicy, sprouting hairs and driving her to
scoot across shag carpet like a dog with an itchy butt. The poor
kid suffered, but Greg knew what itched, and he was a good
scratcher.

He had a thing for the pussy, but that was understandable. That
was the one part that looked ready, and the part most perverts
want. Greg was clearly a pussy pervert, though he also liked a
good ass. There wasn't much on Tammy that wasn't fine. Even the
budding tit mounds had a great set of fully developed nipples -
adult nipples on a child's chest. Greg liked them hard and
sticking up, so he frequently stroked them to perfection with wet
fingers.

That was the first outrage that brought Mommy to her feet. The
next was sucking on them. After that came rubbing her clit to
make her pussy wetter for better beaver pictures. Then playing
with her pussy just for the hell of it. Then finger penetrations.
Five outrageous acts of professional misconduct and she still
sat, now watching him finger fuck her daughter. That was now an
authorized act, not over her limit.

He could now finger fuck Tammy, play with her pussy to his
heart's content, vigorously rub her clit to get her good and wet,
suck on her nipples for shits and giggles, and toy with her
nipples - pull on them, twist them, flick them, and bite. Tammy
liked nipple torments a lot, but Joy could relate.

All of these perverse acts of child sexual molestation were now
okie dokie, permitted acts, the mother didn't mind because she
sat down. These permitted acts could now be engaged in to excess,
without needing a tie-in to a next picture, no ploy, no excuse,
just the desire to do those things to a girl in front of her
mother. In fact, few photos were being bothered with because it
was more fun to simply molest the girl - more fun for the girl,
too. As for those watching, much more enjoyable.

Those watching were Tammy and Joy, and Joy had a pussy every bit
as wet as her daughter's, but her daughter could touch hers, or
get it touched. Joy just sat there and ached while doing thigh
squeezes. That helped a little, but not much. Joy needed her own
molester, a mommy molester, any man would do, a dog would do, her
mother with a strap-on dildo would do. Any tried and true husband
substitute would do.

Joy could not believe she was sitting there watching this,
watching and getting sexually aroused. Nothing in her life
prepared her for this response to such an event, but she now saw
a clear pattern that looked ominous. After he added fingering
asshole to the list, Joy couldn't see walking out on anything.
Jumping up, yes, but she hadn't come close to walking out, yet,
and was easier to get calmed down and back in her seat each time.
She didn't even get out of her chair to object to Tammy getting
her asshole reamed out. Greg calmed her and quieted her while
continuing to ream the asshole out with Tammy lying over her
mother's lap. That was the main reason she didn't jump up. Joy
ended up pulling the cheeks apart for him.

The finger that went so deep that it busted through the hymen and
made Tammy yelp, brought on the most vehement outburst and
demonstration of a mother's outrage at the finger deflowering of
her virgin daughter, but after that initial torrent of wrath,
indignation, and outrage, she listened without saying a word,
letting him sooth her, calm her, and set her back in her seat,
whereupon he returned to Tammy and eased his fuck finger in to
the palm to take up a gentle massaging of her injured pussy until
she could enjoy a good hard finger fucking with his two middle
fingers.

This was an amazing thing to watch in silence. Once he got the
okay to do that, he did a great deal of that in a variety of lewd
positions, all intended to give the mother the best view, right
at her feet, mostly. She watched this bold pervert prepare her
daughter's immature vagina for an adult cock, pussy and asshole,
his cock, which he often alluded to but hadn't yet revealed to
the interested child who saw the impression and was impressed by
the impression, as well as with her pussy which could be made to
handle something that big. Tammy couldn't wait to take three
fingers.

Right at her feet, they talked about fucking and freely used the
ignoble "F" word, a word Tammy once ate soap for using, not ate,
but held the bar in her mouth for ten minutes. That cured her,
but Greg uncured her just as quickly, and the fucks that flowed
from that child's mouth after she saw she could get away with
that around Greg was enough to make a mother masturbate - almost,
not quite - then again, the child was over her lap much of the
time - face down or face up - Joy also held little legs apart for
pussy prep. With Tammy on her lap, Joy's hands were never free to
masturbate, anyway.

Joy sat in awe of this man who had the audacity to talk about
fucking her daughter as though the mother weren't sitting right
there listening. Of course, they both knew he would after the
popping of the cherry and she took her seat. He didn't actually
say he'd fuck her anyway and the cherry didn't matter, but that
was the gist. She got the message, accepted the message, took her
seat, then watched him prepare the pussy for fucking - watched
and assisted. Shortly after that, the molester and the child
began talking about what they were going to do. By that time,
there was nothing to object to. The mother already accepted that
by lending assistance to hole preparations. They could talk about
it if they wanted to. They knew she had nothing to say. They knew
she'd just watch and be helpful where she could.

After Tammy could take three fingers, Joy was as eager to see the
cock as Tammy was. He had a nice one - three fingers thick and
roughly seven or eight inches long - hard to tell in baggy
shorts, but he was above average. There was no point in keeping
it under wraps and Tammy wanted to see it and feel it. She said
so and felt it through the fabric, but he wasn't ready, yet.

That was odd. He was ready. Tammy was more than ready - eager.
The mommy was ready, on the verge of giving her verbal
encouragement. She saw no reason why not, except that she would
have to live with that after this was over and she was in her
right mind. Maybe he wanted to hear her say, "Would you please
fuck my daughter and cum in her fertile pussy?" A pervert would.
This one most certainly would, and cumming in fertile pussy was
his thing. He made that Tammy's thing, too. That was neat. He
might get her pregnant. She could have her very own baby.

Bullshit! Not as long as abortions are cheap and legal. She could
certainly experience the joy of getting pregnant. Greg could
experience the joy of knocking up a little girl right in front of
her mother - possibly on her fucking lap. That now seemed quite
doable, but no way was that child going to make her a grandmother
at thirty-one - no fucking way.

Just as Joy was about to give in and ask, he does the most
unexpected thing. Joy has Tammy on her back, legs wide, gripped
by the inner thighs with fingers pulling the lips apart, offering
Greg a wide open hole to put his cock in, a hole they worked so
hard at getting ready. He decides it's time to take a break.

A BREAK!

You don't take a break from molesting a child just as the child
and the mother are onboard, eager, most willing, and want it. You
don't take a fucking break and let all that good conditioning go
to waste, let the right mind return, allow the child to cool off
- at least cool down. This was insane, a big mistake. Joy felt
like telling him what a big mistake taking a break would be, but
she helped Tammy to her feet, stood and started to place the robe
on Tammy, a robe Joy brought for Tammy to wear during breaks or
pauses between scene changes. Greg looked back from the door and
said, "No, leave her naked. I like seeing her naked. Watching a
sexy little girl walk around naked inspires me."

Joy shrugged, tossed the robe, and followed him out to the dining
room where she was offered a seat and a beer. She accepted both
while Tammy walked around naked, trying to look sexy to inspire
him. The poor thing looked pathetic, didn't know what to do,
didn't know what to make of this break business. She didn't know
whether she could still touch her pussy and say fuck, or talk
about fucking, or his cock, or feel his cock. At least his cock
was still hard. She just walked around where he could see her
walking around, turning, and bending, and showing her sopping wet
pussy. After taking his seat, he sat there, sipping his beer and
watching a child suffer.

Joy studied this odd man while he studied her frustrated daughter
strut and suffer. Again, she felt like telling him what a big
mistake this was, how close he came to getting everything he
wanted, how unlikely that was now. Every sip of beer brought her
closer to a right mind, though she would never be in her former
right mind again. Still, she did not feel like telling him he
could fuck Tammy and cum in her fertile pussy, or even fuck her
wearing a condom. He was about to lose his finger fucking
privileges and pussy privileges altogether.

After watching him watch Tammy through one beer, he got up and
offered Joy another. Joy accepted another. After sitting down
with another, shortly after sitting down, he said, "God, that is
one sexy little girl. She sure loves showing her pussy, doesn't
she?"

Joy looked to the pathetic display, then to him and said, "You
have some nerve, mister. You deceived me. You are nothing more
than a child molester, a pervert. You lured us here under false
pretexts."

"You called me. I did not say one word to you that wasn't the
truth."

Joy quickly thought about his words and had to give him that, but
said, "Okay, but you led me to believe..."

"No, I did not. You came to me with a false believe."

"Yes, but you could have set me straight. You knew what I was
after and wouldn't be getting from you."

"Yes, but if I told you the truth, you wouldn't have brought her
to me."

"No shit."

Joy didn't know what to say after "no shit," but had to say
something. After he made a few more crude comments about her
daughter's sexy pussy, Joy said, "Well, there was a time when you
could have done more than ogle her sexy pussy, which by the way
is fertile sexy pussy - ripe and fertile. If that sexy pussy
isn't ovulating, it's damn close. You had a golden opportunity to
fuck that sexy pussy, fuck it and cum in it with my blessing, but
no, you had to take a break, had to have a beer. You blew that
opportunity. We'll be leaving after I finish my beer. I'll let
you kiss that sexy, fertile, and ovulating pussy of hers goodbye,
because you'll never see it around here again. You can kiss that
sexy ass goodbye, too, and I'll even throw in both nipples. You
can give those sexy nipples of hers a parting suck and nibble."

"Now, Joy, don't be that way. You should be grateful I let you
watch. Most child molesters wouldn't, you know."

"No shit!"

Again, Joy didn't know what to say after "no shit," but had to
say something. She wanted to say something more, but he
interrupted her thoughts, saying, "Most girls her age get
molested and the mother never knows. Some are emotionally scared
or physically hurt. Attractive girls will get molested, and most
child molesters are totally irresponsible. Things would be better
if mothers were allowed to watch, not interfere, but to watch so
that any harm can be acted on. Mothers need to do their mothering
thing. Nothing can heal a child like a mother's love and
attention. There is no doctor like doctor Mom. If they don't know
their child has been injured, how can they be mother and nurse.
No, I firmly believe that a responsible molester must involve the
mother in everything he does with her child. She has a right to
know. Her mind will be at ease only after she sees for herself
that her child is being molested well."

Joy had her mouth open and her make-a-point finger up, but
couldn't find a counter point to hang it on. She closed her
mouth, put her pointer away, sat back, took a long swig of beer,
and watched Tammy crawl on all fours while mulling over what he
just said, realizing that he was, indeed, very good with Tammy.
She could not say he wasn't molesting her well. He did come
highly recommended - BY HER OWN FUCKING MOTHER!

"Hey, my mother had me get in touch with you about this. She gave
me the false impressions. She highly recommended you. Where did
she get the impression that you were an artist?"

"She buys a lot of my work. She obviously thinks I'm an artist.
Many people do, you know."

Joy sat there watching him watch Tammy and thought about the
mother who liked fucking offspring with a strap-on vibrating
dildo as both reward and punishment. Reward goes in the pussy
with power on, punishment went up the ass with no power. Yes, she
would think Greg were an artist. Joy felt like a dummy for making
assumptions and for thinking that her mother wasn't exactly like
Roger.

He said, "I'm going to love fucking your daughter. I do believe
she can take all nine inches with a hard driving fuck. She'd
probably like that. She does like the hard finger fucking."

Joy took another big gulp. She set the bottle down, then said,
"So, am I to understand that you feel a mother has a right to
watch, but no right to interfere?"

"Exactly. She gives up that right when he grants her the right to
watch. They each give up something valuable. He gives up privacy;
she surrenders her parental rights. She must pretend that he has
her all to himself in private, which would be the case, in which
case she would have no rights anyway. If she agrees to surrender
her parental rights in exchange for the privilege of watching, he
then feels free to do with the child as he pleases as though he
had her in private. Of course, he is aware that the mother is
watching, and if he acts irresponsibly, she'll never bring the
child back. He'll never win her trust, and she will never drop
the child off and leave her in his care. Every child molester
would love to have that level of trust."

"I can imagine. That would be nice for you, wouldn't it - having
me drop Tammy off while I go run my errands, knowing that you
will sexually molest her responsibly. When you get feeling horny,
you could stop by the house and pick her up, maybe to take her to
visit some of your pervert friends, maybe take her off somewhere
for the weekend with assurances that you won't let her out of
your sight for a moment when others are molesting her. Of course,
I'll say, 'Sure, have a ball. I'll clean her up, nurse her back
to good health for you. Don't be so strict with your friends.
She's a tough kid. She can handle a little rough stuff. She's a
child, not a baby. Go on, have yourself a ball. Bring her back
when you're done. I trust you.'"

"That would be very nice, and we'll get there, but these things
take time. You need to watch until you feel completely
comfortable. I don't mind you watching, but I do mind your
interfering. I mind that a great deal."

"Well, excuse me, but this is all very new to me. I don't know
how to be a good mother for a child molester."

"I understand. There's no need to apologize, but before we go any
further, I want you to surrender all parental rights and
authority to me while I have your daughter."

"If I do that, are you saying I have no say over what you do with
her?"

"None. You simply have to trust and hope for the best."

"That's asking an awful lot of a mother."

"I insist. I won't sexually molest your daughter under any other
terms. I must have a completely free hand to molest her as I see
fit."

"What makes you think I want her molested?"

"You're a good mom. You should see that she gets paired up with a
good molester. Tammy come over here. Hop up on my knee and lie
back. Good, now spread your legs wide...yes, that's good...pussy
is still good and wet. Do you still want to get fucked?"

"Yeah, really bad. I want you to fuck me with your hard dick."

"Do you want me to cum in your pussy?"

"Yeah, a lot. Fuck my pussy and cum all in it. I want you to fill
up my pussy with cum, and leave your dick in."

Joy watched the crude fingering that went well with this
exchange. Greg turned his attention to Joy and said, "Your child
is happy. Being well-molested makes her happy. You should want
her to be happy. Yes, you should want her sexually molested. You
can become a good mother for a child molester, but you have to be
willing to let her go, and go away for days at a time, even weeks
at a time. Well, do we have an agreement?"

Joy watched the crude fingering for a while longer, then looked
to Greg to say, "All right. I surrender all parental rights and
authority to you while she's here, but I decide when it's time to
go. I'll let you know when you can take her away and do as you
please for as long as you please."

"Fair enough.'

"Do we shake on it?"

"No need. I can see you mean it. Relax and watch. Masturbate if
you wish. Most mothers enjoy doing that to pass the time. After
this is over and I return Tammy along with your parental rights,
feel free to critique me and express any terms or conditions for
returning. I can accept or reject them, and might offer my own
terms which you may accept or reject. We'll work things out to
our mutual satisfaction and get back together again, whereupon
you will surrender your rights and we'll see how that goes. In
time, if all goes well, we should have a good thing based on
complete trust, and you'll have a place to drop Tammy off. She
will never give you a hard time about being dropped off at the
molester's house. And she won't object to being taken away for
indefinite periods, mostly in the summer months and school
holidays. Her sex education won't conflict with her school
education. Both are very important."

"I'm glad to hear you say that. I'm sure she won't ever object.
I'm more concerned about being pestered to be dropped off. I can
hear her now, 'Mommy, I gotta get fucked really bad. My pussy
needs more cum in it.' Her pussy will always need more cum in it,
even after she's pregnant."

Tammy giggled. Greg smiled and said, "So, you accept the fact
that I will be getting her pregnant? That is usually the biggest
issue."

"I accept the fact. I know you want to fuck fertile pussy, and
she now has one. Letting her stay pregnant is an issue, but if
it's just knocking her up, go right ahead. I'll keep her fertile
and deal with the abortions. I'll even leave her pregnant for as
long as possible, but we're not making any babies."

"Aw Mom!"

"Spoil sport."

"Sorry, but I am not ready to be a grandmother. She's not ready
to be a mother. She can't even take care of a hamster. No babies.
 
"Hop down, kiddo. It's time I introduce you to Mr. Happy."

Tammy eagerly hopped down and hung over his thigh while he freed
a penis that was much bigger than the impression suggested. Joy
thought nine was an exaggeration, but it wasn't. Mr. Happy was
nine and then some - thick, throbbing, weeping pre-cum, and
fascinating her child who took it in both hands with wide eyes.
Joy felt nothing but pure envy and her own pussy with three
fingers inserted. She knew she couldn't sit through this without
masturbating, so she sucked up her embarrassment and her pride,
pushed her panties down, and thrilled herself, Tammy, and Greg.

Tammy needed no encouragement to put that nasty thing in her
mouth. She didn't need to be told to suck or pump. She did need
to be warned not to make it go off in her mouth or she'd have to
swallow it all. That didn't seem to bother her and was more a
promise than a warning. Joy never saw such an enthusiastic cock
sucking or a man take one like that and be so calm and aloof, as
though this was normal, a typical response for a girl and her
first real cock. Joy never wanted to suck a cock so badly in her
life. Joy was no swallower, but would gladly follow the rules in
Greg's case.

Joy envied Tammy, clearly going for the load. Joy developed a
craving to taste this guy, a powerful craving that grew and grew
until she got a bright idea and said, "If I know her, she'll get
a mouthful of cum then want to kiss me for making her suck on a
bar of soap for saying fuck. Do you have any rules that cover a
situation like that?"

Joy knew she didn't fool Greg. He knew what she wanted and said,
"Yes, there is a rule. There is now. A child should be kissed for
saying fuck, kissed on her pussy, French kissed. That is what you
should have done. For being a bad mommy, you will allow her to
kiss you as often as she wishes, and furthermore, if she says
fuck and wants her pussy French kissed, you'll do that. You will
in this house or you'll leave this house."

Joy didn't expect that but the way she went at her pussy
encouraged Greg to do that and make it a do-it-or-get-out rule.
Joy mulled that ultimatum over with Tammy watching in a side-long
suck, afraid they were going to have to go. There was no way her
mommy would do that, not a French one, a peck maybe, but no way
would she French a pussy. Joy mulled for effect, then reluctantly
said, "All right, be that way, but I don't think it's fair being
punished for something I did before knowing it was wrong."

Tammy was so elated, she came off the cock to excitedly say,
"You're gonna do it! You'll French my pussy when I say fuck and
want my pussy Frenched for saying fuck, and let me kiss you with
cum all in my mouth, and kiss you whenever I feel like it just
for fun - will you?"

"Yes, Tammy, but only here. You can say fuck at home, but I will
not reward you for saying fuck at home. Here is the only place I
will reward you for saying fuck by French kissing your pussy.
Your father might, but odds are he'll fuck you for saying fuck."

"Wow! I can't wait to say fuck and see what I get. I know what
I'll get from you - here. Will it be a long one? French kisses
are long kisses."

"It'll be a good kiss, and I know how long to make a French kiss
for it to be a good French kiss. If I left that up to you, I'd
have my tongue wiggling around in your pussy for an hour or
more."

"You bet you would. When you take your tongue out, I'll say fuck
again and you'll have to put it right back in, won't she, Greg?"

Greg and Joy were holding in their smiles as Greg said, "Yes, she
will, for as long as you keep that up, and each kiss had best be
a good one that makes you squirm and giggle, each one a good
reward, and when she kisses with you, she had better kiss like
she loves being kissed. She should act like she is kissing her
lover and wants to get fucked."

"Oh, wow! I can't wait. I wanna kiss her like that with cum in my
mouth. She has to swallow cum, too, right?"

"Those are house rules for all females."

"Cum in my mouth, Greg, cum a bunch."

"Jack faster and suck harder."

Joy felt like clinking long-necked beer bottles with Greg, now a
member of the club. Instead, she used it in her cunt. Joy always
had a difficult time cumming without something besides fingers
fucking her. Long-necks were always good in a pinch. Joy
experienced joy while Greg pumped a copious load in Tammy's
mouth. While Joy recovered from a terrific orgasm, she suddenly
had a lover, a mouthful of cum, and a little tongue herding sperm
cells to the back of her throat. Remembering Greg's admonition to
kiss like a lover who wanted to get fucked, Joy took Tammy in
both arms and pulled her tight. She got her taste of Greg and
something deliciously wicked - incestuous child molestation
before Roger did.

Joy and Tammy made out like lovers. Joy pulled Tammy onto her lap
and had her straddle the legs so she could offer Greg
mother/daughter beavers to photograph. She opened Tammy up good
for him, so good she gave him another hardon, then had the joy of
holding Tammy while he worked all of that cock in to the balls.
She then held tight to Tammy's ass while he fucked her. Tammy
couldn't kiss and get fucked, so she laid her head down on her
mom's chest and just got fucked. Greg and Joy could now kiss, and
Greg gave Joy great joy when he'd pull out of Tammy and drop down
a hole.

Greg fucked mother and child, but came in the child, and the
child received most of the fucking with the mother getting an
occasional thrill ride. Joy obviously loved her first attempt at
child molesting. She knew she did good, was good at it, and knew
how to be a good mommy. For one, you show no remorse. After
kissing with Greg, she came away smiling and said, "I do love the
way you fuck my daughter. I especially love the way you cum in
her pussy, then let her soak in it. If you keep doing it like
this, you should have no trouble getting her pregnant."

"True, but half the fun is keeping her pregnant, watching her
grow and waddle around like a beach ball with legs. The best part
is she'll grow a good set of tits that leak mother's milk if you
let her go to term."

"I can see where that would be fun. I'll have to give that some
thought. You do have a way of getting your way. I doubt you'll
have much difficulty. You see how easy I am. I suppose your
friends would want her good and pregnant with a nice set of tits.
I'll bet you have a lot of friends, don't you?"

"Friends and customers."

"I forgot about customers. Do you think she'll make you a lot of
money?"

"More if she's good and pregnant, but I don't discuss money with
mothers."

"I wouldn't expect you to. Don't worry. I'll stay out of your
business. I'll be a good mommy. I want to be a good mommy for
you. I trust you. I know you'll give her a good molesting and see
that she gets plenty of fucking."

"Are you saying I can take her away, now?"

"Yes. She's yours whenever you want her, and you can keep her as
long as you wish so long as she doesn't miss any school. She
could miss tomorrow and you could have her from now until Sunday
night. Would you like that if I walked away and left her with you
and didn't check up? I want to do something to demonstrate my
trust."

He smiled and said, "I would like that, especially if you walk
away without setting any rules or guidelines. That would
demonstrate trust."

"That was my intention. I assume you want her again. If she
doesn't want to come back or doesn't want to go with you, I
certainly won't make her. On the other hand, if I don't like what
you're doing, but she does, I'll let her go. Keep in mind, I have
to worry about her health and worry about people seeing evidence
of abuse. If you bring her back in no condition to go to school
in a dress, you are interfering with her school education and
placing me and my husband at risk. I won't allow that."

"That places us at risk, too. She might have to miss a day of
school here or there just to be on the safe side. Nobody is going
to beat the crap out of her or take a whip o her. I won't allow
any real rough stuff, but they do get friskie. Like you say,
she's tough. She'll like it. She likes a hard fucking, and she'll
like it from several at once. She'll make a good three-holer
whore, but what about her old man?"

"He'll go along. This is kinky. He likes kinky. He'll want her to
stay pregnant. I would have to buck both of you to keep from
becoming a grandmother. Frankly, I don't have it in me. I feel
like promising to be a good mommy."

From between them, a little voice cried out, "Promise him, Mom,
promise and swear ta god, nothing crossed, can't take it back."

They laughed, and when the laughter died, Joy looked to Greg and
pledged, "I make you a solemn promise to always be a good mommy
by your standards - swear ta god, nothing crossed, can't take it
back."

"That's good enough for me. I think you'll make a great mommy,
and grandmommy. Just help me keep Tammy smiling and wanting
more."

"I know how to do that, just give her sore pussy a good French
kiss and let her decide how long it should be. I'm sure I can get
her to go back for more. I want you and your friends to have a
good time and not worry about that. Remember, you are working
with a good mommy who never goes back on her word. If she misses
a little bit of school, that won't hurt. In fact, that's one good
way to make her smile. Let her stay home from school and get her
pussy tended to by a loving good mommy. She'll keep coming back
for more and you'll make a ton of money. I want you to. I'd like
to see you get filthy rich off my sexy daughter and know you have
me to thank for that."

"You are a good mommy, then. If I do get rich and have you to
thank, I'll buy you the best dildo money can buy. A woman like
you should not have to fuck herself with a beer bottle."

"Amen to that."

                    And Amen to This Silly Nonsense
(but what if responsible child molesters did enter into
agreements with mommies - hummm...what if it were a law...)

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