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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Taking the Edge Off
Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2001 23:10:03 -0400
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                             Taking the Edge Off
                               By: Phil Phantom
                     HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

Our dad fucked up really bad. I'm not sure what he did, but I was
sure he did it to the wrong people. We saw our mom get auctioned
off to the highest bidder after they auctioned off each item of
her clothing, then put her on display the way no woman would ever
want to be displayed. We saw her die as they removed her blouse,
but when she lost her panties, we all died. She didn't have no
pussy hair, but that was nothing compared to seeing her in that
vaginal display contraption that some called The Beaver Bench and
others called THE Chair. You would think she were getting ready
to have a baby, but the look on her face was more like delivering
a litter of angry kittens with sharp claws. My dick got so hard,
I wanted to bid, but the opening bid was $500. That left me out
by about $460.

My dear sweet mother went for $11,400, which was almost twice
what most other bitches went for. She went for the highest amount
and beat out number two by $3,000. Number two was pretty damn
good, too, a BBB (Busty Blonde Babe). The runner-up was a lot
younger with a perky hardbody, pretty as a Penthouse Playmate,
and not a bashful bone in her sexy body. Mom was a lot redder, a
lot more scared, and super shy. I think they liked that. Someone
paid an extra $3000 to get her, got her, took her on a Friday
night. We didn't see her again until Monday after school. She was
still red and pissed at Dad.

This wasn't a for-keeps thing, and it wasn't a forever thing.
This was like a sex slave for one year type of thing. She could
say no to Dad, but not to whoever bought her, not to her master.
She was lucky. Couples could bid, clubs could bid, and groups
could bid. Number two was bought by a group of six guys who
looked like a professional basketball team from Harlem. Mom got
bought by a rich guy who owned the company Dad worked for. He
bought two slaves at the slave auction. He bought Mom and a cute
young thing for her to suck on, but Mom was lucky. She could have
been bought by a construction company who had a dog for her to
suck on, or a ranch club with a stable of horses to suck on.
Mom's master bought her a cute little honey to suck on. That was
some slave auction.

That was what they called it - a slave auction. This modern day
slave auction was run by a collection of wife swapper clubs as a
way to raise money for their legal defense fund. The guy Dad
pissed off, Dad's big boss, was somehow connected with this
organization known as the Priapus Club. Hosting the annual
auction was his thing going back fifteen years. He insisted that
the whole family attend.

I had never met the big boss, only Dad's little boss. I don't
even think Dad ever met the big boss. Harland Builtmore is way
big. There's like ten bosses between the big boss and little
boss. They were all mad at Dad, but the big boss wanted revenge.
They say he never gets mad, he gets even. He got even with Dad by
selling his wife and making his kids watch.

When I first heard about this, I hated that guy so much I thought
about shooting him. I'm serious. Nobody messes with my mom. I'll
kill 'em. I'd do it, too. All us kids feel that way, but I'm the
oldest boy. My sisters hated him more than I did, but they aren't
killers. They're just haters who will pray for something bad to
happen to him. I'm a man of action - okay, boy of action - I'm
fourteen, but I'm a sharpshooter, and I've got balls.

I have two brothers and two sisters - Jenny, 15; Bill, 12; Dotty,
10; Mark, 8 - and I look after everybody except Dad. He earns the
bread. I beat-up anybody who needs beating up. If I can't beat
'em up, I find a way to fuck 'em up. I find that sugar in the gas
tank is a good way. That Builtmore asshole needed killing for
what he wanted to do to my mom.

Well, we all went, and we all saw a sex slave auction, our first
ever. None of us knew what one was. If they had called it a sex
slave auction, we would have had a better idea, but we were
thinking she'd have to work like a slave for a year - naked, in
chains, on her knees, getting whipped. That really sucked. She
worked hard enough as it was. She didn't need whipping - Dad did.
We were super pissed. We caught on pretty fast, though. Before
the auctioning even started, it was obvious that this was a sex
slave auction and the people were swingers from clubs all over
the state. Five hundred swinging people of all ages came to
PARTY! Everyone was having fun with the annual auction. All the
slaves except one tried real hard to get the bidding up. The one
that didn't try got it way up. Yeah Mom!

We met in a cleared-out hangar at Builtmore's corporate airport.
Five hundred sat in folding chairs ringing a half-moon stage set
one foot above the concrete floor. There were only six rows of
chairs but these six filled the spacious hangar. The chairs were
all butted up tight but the aisles between rows were nice a wide.
To move from row to row you had to go out and come in from the
ends. Swingers are worse than pre-schoolers. They will not sit
still, will not stay in their seats, but they are real good about
sharing.

After seeing a slave auction, I could have sucked Builtmore's
cock for inviting us. I thought that was very considerate, a
great way to put our young minds at ease. It was just a sex
thing. The big boss was just going to fuck hell out of the sexy
bitch for a year, that's all. We all agreed that she needed that.
I know Dad agreed. He was as hard as I was. He was first to get
his dick out and start jacking off. I figured if he could, I
could. He sat between Jenny and Dotty. He got cum all over Dotty.
I creamed Jenny. For once, she didn't mind. I don't think Dotty
minded either. She got creamed good, mostly in the face and hair.
The guy behind Dotty gave her a cream rinse. Dad gave her a cum
facial.

I creamed Jenny's gorgeous legs all over after she hauled her
skirt up so that I could get some in the crotch of her panties,
which were wringing wet after seeing ten slaves auctioned off.
They saved the best for last. When Mom took the stage, Jenny
couldn't take anymore. Sandwiched between a masturbating father
and brother with some big-dicked pervert standing behind her
rubbing his hard dick on the side of her face, getting her pretty
face all slick with dick honey, she had all she could stand.

I never saw Jenny so horny. Hell, I never saw Jenny horny. Jenny
never gets horny, at least she never lets it show. She never
faced a challenge like this. She got horny and it showed. She
slipped a hand inside her creamed panties and turned her head to
suck that dick, watching Mom by looking hard right while sucking
hard left. I didn't know where to look, but if I turned my head
too far to my right, I'd be sucking cock with her. I'll tell you,
I was tempted. Jenny made cock sucking, cock licking, and ball
sucking look awfully damn good.

They placed us front row center, guests of honor, so Mom saw how
we were taking her terrible ordeal. To discourage walk-thrus in
the front row, the front row chairs were up close to the stage.
The stage made a good foot test. They stood the bitch right at
the front edge between my feet. Mom saw real good and we could
see her real good. We couldn't help it. If she was going to go
through with this, and getting up on that stage suggested she
would, we all said fuck it and went for our cookies. I don't
think Mom was too surprised to see me and Dad wanking on our
peters after all we'd seen, but seeing Jenny wanking on her
virgin pussy while sucking a man's cock like a cock-hungry slut
who loved sucking cock and had done it before - that was tough
for a good mother to watch and stay out of. Like a good sex
slave, Mom just watched, mostly Jenny but me, too.

Mom looked right at my hard dick with a look that said, "Bradley,
how could you?" And she saw my look that said, "Get your fucking
clothes off and make me a good beaver, bitch! If you don't
masturbate like all the others, I'll come up there and shove this
cock up your fucking ass to the balls!"

When I get horny, I am one nasty motherfucker. Nothing makes me
hornier than the sight of my mother's naked body. I have seen it
plenty, but good beavers were very rare. I wanted to see a damn
good fucking beaver, and they had a beaver chair all set and
awaiting her sexy ass. Not masturbating to this was out of the
fucking question, and if she didn't know she was raising a
motherfucker, it was about time she knew. She was raising a slut,
too, and none of us knew that.

By the time Mom got down to a sexy pair of satin panties, we were
a family fit to be tied. Her clothes also went for a lot more
than anyone else's clothes. She got more for her clothes minus
panties than this one chick went for at auction. The panties
always got more. I think she was about to set a record. The whole
place, which held something like five-hundred bidders and
spectators, was masturbating, eager to see her stark naked in THE
chair. Half of them were naked by this time. Some were fucking in
the aisles, which was the reason for big aisles. They were eager,
but no one was more eager than me.

They started the panty bid at twenty bucks. I bid twenty but had
to drop out at thirty-five. That was all I had, but the fact I
was bidding on my mother's panties tickled everyone except the
mother. Mom didn't find that one bit amusing. When I dropped out
of the bidding because I was broke, people began passing me bills
- twenties and fifties. Dad passed me a twenty. Mom saw that, and
she was not happy slave girl. She was doing this to save his ass,
at least his job. Here he was making things worse.

I got back into the bidding with $150, but bills were still
coming in. The people kept me in, and they kept me in because the
winning bid got to remove the item any way they pleased. The
panty removal method was set by the guy who won the bid on the
third set of panties auctioned off. After that, every panty
bidder did it that way. The people were hoping I would do it that
way, too. They wanted to see a mother's son snip the panties at
each hip, then stuff them up her cunt until just a tiny bit hung
out of the lips, then take that bit in his teeth and pull them
out real slow after nibbling the fuck out of her as though he
were having a hard time getting the bit in his teeth.

I was going to show those nasty swingers how it was done. I think
Mom knew that. She saw all the others lose their panties and she
knows what a ham I am. When she saw me bid, she broke into a
bigger sweat, but when Dad handed me a twenty, I thought she'd
come off that stage and swat him upside the head - him then me.
She didn't. I kept getting money, stayed in the bidding, and won
with a bid of two-hundred and fifty with forty left over, which
gave me five more than I started with. Not bad. I stood and
requested the panty scissors. The crowd went wild. Mom didn't.

The look she gave me as I stepped onto the stage could kill a
boy: "Bradley, don't you DARE!"

That was the look, but nobody dares this motherfucker. Those were
my panties. Rules are rules. Boy, was she ever nervous and pissed
as I reached between her legs to stuff the crotch part into her
slit - the first step. You have to do that or the panties will
fall after they get cut away. I could tell she had no pussy hair.
I knew she used to have a bunch, so much you couldn't see shit.
She was wet, too. I didn't think she would be. She didn't look
turned on. Maybe that was nervous sweat, but it felt awfully
gooey like turned on pussy does. Felt great, too. I stuffed them
good, got the crotch all inside the slit and felt her cunt up
real good. The crowd roared their approval.

I couldn't believe she was letting me do that. She didn't even
clamp her legs together like I thought she would. She just stood
there looking off into space with her jaws clenched. She didn't
say anything, either, not even under her breath, no threats,
nothing. I thought I'd hear her say, "You fucking little bastard,
if you do this, I'll ground you for life!"

She never says fucking and has never called me a bastard or a
motherfucker, but she looked like she might this time. I could
see her thinking that, but she didn't say what she was thinking,
not that it would have made any difference. I had waited too long
to have her luscious body at my disposal. The fact that
five-hundred strangers, my dad, and my siblings were watching me
do it with my hard dick poking out through my fly only made me
want to do it more. I am very proud of my manly cock. I wanted
the swingers to know I could swing with the best of them. If that
added to her ordeal, tough tittie.

Speaking of titties, I had always wanted to grab my mother by
hers and do as I pleased with them, so after snipping the sides,
after the panty material hung from her cunt lips like a rag
lunch, I got behind her, reached through her arms, and did as I
pleased with her big tits. I also pressed my hard, naked cock to
her ass and did some humping to let her know she had a son who
would fuck her in the ass in a large crowd.

She had nothing to say to me, but I had something to say to her.
With a good grip on her jugs, with my cock threatening her
clenched asshole, I whispered into her ear, "I have waited too
long for this, so nothing you say or do, no face you make, no
look you give is going to spare you. We don't care what Dad did.
Your sexy ass is paying for it. If you don't get at least ten
grand for these people, I'll come up here and fuck you in the
ass. You know how to drive the bidding up. You get it way up
there or so help me, I'll fuck you like a butt whore in front of
all these people. I'll make you cum in front of all these people,
so you had better make yourself cum in front of all these people
and avoid the embarrassment of a son's butt fucking. Now stand
still while I stuff these panties up your hot cunt, you horny
bitch."

I have never spoken to my mother that way, but I know a horny
bitch when I feel one. I know hearing me talk like that turned
her on, because she relaxed her asshole and let me stuff those
panties up her hot cunt while I stuffed cock up her ass. No one
could tell I was getting cock up her ass, but I knew and she damn
sure knew. After getting every bit of those panties up her bald
cunt, I had every bit of my cock up her bare ass, and I made it
obvious by taking her firmly by the hips and fucking her in the
ass. The place went wild. She stood there and took a hard butt
fucking while Jenny took a load of cum in her mouth.

I don't think Mom came, but watching my sexy sister take a load
from a spewing man's big dick made me cum. Christ, can that girl
suck a dick! She did not look like an amateur cock sucker.

God, that was great fucking my mother in the ass, but the best
part was fucking my mother in the ass in front of so many wildly
enthusiastic people. The wildest and most enthusiastic were the
people in my immediate family. I am a big ham. They people loved
me. These were my kind of people. Builtmore was my kinda guy and
giving me a smiling thumb's up. I got an attaboy from the big
boss, and my dad looked proud. My sweet and lovely mom - fuck
her.

I couldn't figure why she was putting up with this shit, but she
was and still seemed determined to see it through. She couldn't
get more embarrassed or be more humiliated, so what I had just
done to her wasn't any worse than what she had coming. The shit
didn't get nasty until they got strapped into THE Chair, and got
real nasty after being unstrapped. Every winning master forced
the slave to do something really nasty. Butt fucking wasn't that
nasty. Butt fucking was just something to do while the slave was
doing something nasty. A public butt fucking was like a mosquito
bite on top of a bee sting. In a big way, I helped condition her
for the bee sting that awaited.

She faced a lot worse, but she didn't have to face anything. She
never had to come along and could walk right off the stage and
out of the building any time she wanted to. She came; she stayed;
and seemed in it for the long haul; committed to serving her full
year as though she had no choice. She had plenty of choices, not
the least of which was telling Dad that he buttered his bread,
now he had to sleep in it.

She had her own reasons. I suspected they had little to do with
saving Dad's sorry ass and more to do with ending a housewife's
boredom. My gut told me that she really wanted to be there and
playing the martyr was a good excuse. Whether she would get into
this thing and masturbate as the others had was another question.
That was hard to imagine, and the threat of getting a public butt
fucking wouldn't make her do it. I blew that threat if it ever
was, but I couldn't help it. I swear her ass sucked me in. After
that, I was a gonner. I'm not sure whether I butt fucked her, or
her ass kept sucking me in and releasing me. At least, it looked
like I fucked her.

Mom was also affected by watching Jenny suck a man's cock while
masturbating. She was now sucking another one and was now
kneeling on her seat with her bare ass facing us. Dad had pushed
her dress up and her panties down so that he could scope out her
pussy that had her fingers working in it. We could see it pretty
good, too, and what we were seeing was so unlike Jenny who had
always been the bashful one. Dotty was the only totally
uninhibited female in the family. She was now naked and playing
with Dad's dick. Seeing her naked was no big deal. Seeing her
play with a dick was no big deal, but we never saw her play with
Dad's dick. That was a big deal, though I can't say that was a
big dick. Mine was bigger, longer, thicker, harder, but mine was
a brother cock not a daddy dick.

If there was anyone enjoying this more than me, it was Dad. He
had Dotty fawning all over his little dick while he fawned all
over Jenny's private parts. Jenny enjoyed the fatherly fawning.
She let him sniff it, lick at her fingers, and use his to finger
her holes. Jenny didn't care what he did, and Dotty was thrilled
to have a daddy dick all to herself. I will always treasure the
sight of Dotty sucking on his dick while he lapped Jenny's
crotch, while Jenny sucked a man's cock as the Harlem
Globetrotters rained cum down on Dotty's nude body. My brothers
were being nursed by a big-titted granny who loved little boys.
I'm sure Mom would agree - that was a sight to treasure - one for
the family album.

Now was a good time to do the panty thing, so I eased my
semi-hard dick out of Mom's semi-soft ass and knelt in front of
her semi-perfect nude body. If she had tits she couldn't quite
suck, we might be talking perfect body, but from the thin waist
down, she was perfect. Again, she stared off into space and
pretended to ignore everyone and the things being done to her. I
was about to do a thing she'd play hell ignoring. I have never
eaten pussy, but I thought about it enough, and the pussy I
thought most about eating was right before my eyes, puffed up,
stuffed with panties, shaved bald as a baby's butt, and looking
exactly the way I like my pussy. I licked the plump juicyfucker.

Damn, that was good pussy! I licked that pussy all over. I stuck
my tongue in and felt panties. I licked, nipped, nibbled, sucked,
lapped, chewed, flicked, and gave her a raspberry on the clit. I
buzzed her. She just stood there showing no emotion while I did
my best to get her to show some emotion. I thought that if I
could just get her into this and get her to relax, she might cum,
and she might be more inclined to masturbate and cum again. I had
to see her masturbate in public, because I have seen her
masturbate in private. Public had to be much better.

For as long as I can remember, Mom has had a thing about
high-risk masturbation, and a thing about masturbation in
general. She grew up in a family that was very strict about "self
abuse," so strict it fucked her head. She is weird about
masturbation, and we were raised weird, but the exact opposite
weird that she was raised. We were taught that a person must
masturbate to stay healthy. Masturbation produces natural
orgasms, which are needed to "take the edge off." When you grow
horns, you have edges; at least, that was how I always pictured
it.

I never had a problem with "taking the edge off," and no one else
ever did, but Jenny stopped buying Mom's bullshit when she found
out that masturbation was nasty and bad for you and was the
leading cause of innocent children burning for eternity in Hell.
Guess who taught her that bullshit - Grandpa. Mom theorized that
Grandpa took the edge off of Jenny. If anyone would know, Mom
would. Mom still gets her edges taken off by Grandpa, and she
takes his edges off. Evidently, God thinks that mutual horn
removal is a great idea. Jenny seemed to buy it.

Mom won't do it behind a locked door, and we have no rules about
knocking before entering a room, even her bedroom. You don't get
your ass chewed for barging in on her. She'll just stop and cover
herself. She'll cover her tits with one arm and her pussy with a
cupped hand, both wet. She usually fucks herself with something
big, and that will remain in place. There she'll lie until you
get what you came for or get your dumb questions answered. That
is how we get to see her naked, and get a glimpse of everything
before she gets everything covered. She has been that way all our
lives, so catching her in the act is no big deal. Seeing her from
start to finish would be a big deal. I would think it would be a
big deal to her, too. Shaving her pussy for this thing suggested
that she knew what to expect and wanted to look her best. She may
have been ordered to shave all the hair off, but I had mydoubts.

Her masturbation thing was the reason we kids thought she needed
this year of fucking. She wasn't getting enough. There was
something Dad wasn't doing for her, or a place inside he wasn't
reaching, because she had to do it for herself. She will also pay
Grandpa a visit and return looking edgeless.

From time to time, she sits us all down and explains things. I
think she gets a charge out of doing that, because we used to get
the masturbation talk about once a year, but they are now weekly
events. We have jerkoff discussions. She reminds us of her need
to "take the edge off" and also reminds us that being disturbed
doesn't bother her, but she can't relax if there is someone
watching. She will often announce that she has to go "take the
edge off," and if you walk in while she's cumming, you can watch
her finish. Timing was everything, but she explained that while
having a natural orgasm the natural way, she was oblivious. I can
vouch for that. I can also vouch for her being a great cummer. I
wanted the swingers to see what a good cummer she is.

I did my best, but nothing worked until I got the bright idea to
stick a finger up her ass while her clit a raspberry. That did
it. Apparently, she is very anal. I should have guessed. That got
her moving, got her hands resting on my head, and got the crowd
to their feet, cheering me on. We were going to get there,
because she wanted to get there. She was now all for being eaten
out in public, on stage, by a son. She came like a man cums in
Jenny's mouth.

That seemed to take the edge off. I nibbled her panties out while
she offered me a good standing beaver to do it in. She got into
it, was enjoying it, and kept her cunt moving when I needed her
to hold still. After freeing her of satin, I stood to take a bow
with satin in my teeth. I got a standing ovation. My mom got THE
Chair. Two aids set her down and strapped her in. There was the
beaver to end all beavers, the beaver of my dreams, the mother of
all beavers on the mother of all mothers. I ain't shittin' ya.
The bitch has a cunt like you wouldn't believe. Getting rid of
the rug made all the difference in the world. She was so
embarrassed, she hid her face in her hands.

I returned to my seat as the bidding got underway, opening at
five-hundred but quickly jumping to just under the ten thousand
mark. That was where the bidding got stalled and the people began
the chant, "Masturbate! Masturbate!"

She withstood the chants for almost a full minute before bringing
her hands between her legs to begin masturbation foreplay. That
begins by opening up the lips fully and showing the bidders what
they were bidding on. They were bidding on the two fuck holes
between her legs. One was oozing my cum, which she gathered on
fingers to apply to her clit to make it nice and shiny. The
bidding would not resume until she climaxed. She understood that
what she started, she would have to finish, and that what she did
would influence the final bid.

She got on the stage as a shy, reluctant, scared-shitless slave
offering and was announced as such. They were told that she was
not a member, had never been to a swing ding, was totally
straight, and had never cheated, which was a lie unless incest
doesn't count. We have always known that she fucks her daddy more
than she fucks her husband, because her husband is constantly
whining about that fact. They didn't ask Dad if she had ever
cheated.

The MC took her at her word and told everyone that she was paying
off a debt to a member and offering up herself as a sex slave
having agreed to abide by all terms and conditions. The MC said,
"Please give this adorable, faithful housewife and mother of five
a warm Priapus welcome. Make her feel comfortable about what
she's doing. Maybe we can get her into the swing of things, and
we may get her back next year as a member volunteer. Let's make
her feel at home, and we'll all get some pussy off this sexy
little doll in the upcoming years. Let's have a warm round of
applause for Mrs. Sharon Freeman of Cedar Creek. Come on, folks,
let's make her pussy wet."

She got a warm welcome, and something made her pussy wet. She
gradually warmed to them thanks to me, but she was now getting
into the swing of things thanks to a masturbation perch designed
by an evil gynecologist. This was what we came to see, Mom
getting into the swing of things and doing her best to get a good
price for her sexy ass. We Freemans from Cedar Creek stopped
fucking around, sat up, and paid close attention. Jenny decided
she needed to be naked for this and got that way.

I had never seen Jenny naked, and she is something to see naked -
great tits. I was gawking. After getting naked, she shook out her
hair, then looked to me and said, "Haven't you ever seen a naked
girl before? The show is up there, Bug-eyes."

The show might be up there, but the sights were right beside me.
God damn, my sister was a good looking girl. Everything was first
rate - hard tits, tight ass, most excellent pussy, trim legs,
flat tummy. Damn! And she wasn't shy about showing it, either.
She wasn't acting like a silly girl naked in public for the first
time, giggling each time cum landed on her. Jenny was like one of
the seasoned swinger bitches who got naked and acted like they
weren't.

I couldn't believe this was Jenny. My admiration had to show, and
that had to please her. She leaned into me and said, "I'm sorry,
Bradley. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. Truth is, I am
very flattered and don't know how to deal with it. That was not
the way to thank you for making me feel so sexy. You do, Bradley,
and you always have. You have no idea how much your big, blue
bug-eyes mean to me. I really am sorry. Look all you want at
anything you want. By the way, I loved what you did to Mom, and
she loved it, too. You were fantastic. You really took the edge
off. Now look at her. She is going for top dollar, and she'll get
it, easy."

No shit. Mom was now lightly playing with her tits and pussy,
coating her nipples with vaginal wetness then sucking them clean.
She looked hot, horny as hell, itching to fuck. Whatever
inhibitions she had left, vanished. Dad drew Jenny's right leg
over his lap, so I drew her left over mine. She settled back and
played with her pussy, but when a stiff dick came between us, she
abandoned her pussy to me and Dad as she went for the cock with
both hands and a sucking mouth. She absolutely loved cock. If you
knew her, you'd never guess, but I could guess who made her that
way.

Jenny was the goody goody of the family. She did not approve of
high-risk masturbation, masturbation after marriage, or sex
before marriage. There had to be other ways to take the edge off.
There was certainly no need to announce it and make a spectacle
of it. There was no excuse for not locking a door that had one.
Jenny swore she never masturbated, but if she did, no one would
ever know.

She was the only one who ever gave Mom a hard time. Jenny was the
grand inhibitor. Nothing much happened with Jenny around. After
being born again at puberty, she was never included in the
masturbation roundtable discussions where we explored the subject
at depth and shared experiences, techniques, and fantasies. We
gave her too much to criticize, and that spoiled it for Mom who
was a firm believer that masturbation wasn't something to
criticize. Masturbation was something to share, accept, and
receive praise for.

This sex slave auction had the most profound affect on Jenny. It
was that or being around so many swingers, but something clicked.
She found herself a home and was getting quite comfortable in her
new home. All through Mom's ordeal, Mom kept watching Jenny and
being amazed by the Jenny she saw. Jenny was now more amazing
than ever, and watching Jenny got Mom cranked up good. I deserved
a lot of credit, but Jenny deserved the most. Mom could not take
her eyes off of Jenny. A lot of people couldn't. One of the
people who couldn't was the big boss on whose dick she was
sucking. I now knew why they called him "The Big Boss." So did
Mom.

He was active in the bidding and seemed determined to have her.
If there was one bidder Mom played to it was Mr. Builtmore. He
certainly was Builtmore - built more like a fucking horse. I'd
like to see Mom suck that cock up her ass. Jenny worshipped the
cock of her dreams, and she came into this thing hating that man
with all the venom of a nun with an atheist fucking her in the
ass while she was in church trying to pray.

Maybe they like that. I don't know about nuns, but I know Jenny
thought Builtmore was the personification of evil, mostly for
insisting that she come and watch her mother be auctioned into
slavery. He was now an object of worship. She adored him, but I
was shocked when she came off his cock to say, "If you win her,
you get two sex slaves for the price of one."

Yes, my sister was the other one he got, and we didn't see Jenny
until Monday after school, either. If any of the other bidders
had heard that offer, Mom would have gone for over twenty grand.
They didn't, but they could see that Builtmore was determined to
take the bid. The rest gave up with Builtmore's  bid of $14,400
going once, going twice, [bang] sold to the big motherfucker with
his dick in the girl's mouth.

Builtmore came with the bang of the gavel, flooding Jenny's
mouth. She went nuts, sucking, swallowing, what a cum nut! She
stopped the auction. Everyone watched her suck off the high
bidder, inspiring the MC to comment, "Now there is a daughter who
approves of her mother's new avocation and new master. Let's give
her a big round of applause."

They did, and Builtmore took her up with him onto the stage to
collect his winnings. There he shared what Jenny told him. This
was all news to Mom, but before she could voice an opinion, she
and Jenny were thrown together, tit to tit, toe to toe, nose to
nose and ordered to fall madly in-love with each other. I don't
think either of them expected that, but it was pretty obvious
what they had to do - on stage - in bright lights.

My poor dick had all the excitement it could stand for one day,
then he went and did that. My fucking nuts fell off. No shit.
They fell off, rolled under the stage, a big rat grabbed them,
and scurried off. I hate when that happens, but I sure liked what
I was seeing up on that stage. I high-fived with Dad. Wow, Mom
and Jenny getting it on like a couple of lesbians, and once they
got started, we all disappeared. They went at each other like
they had always been dying to. I have imagined two chicks getting
it on, but I would never dare imagine Mom and Jenny. My nuts
would fall off.

The rat came back and offered me my nuts. He said with a mother
and sister like that, I needed them more than he needed a high
protein meal. He said there was plenty of spilled popcorn. I said
thanks. Nice rat.

I'm sure you don't believe this, but a talking, nut-eating rat
was nothing compared to what we were seeing on stage after the
big boss sent his big dick up Mom's ass, which put a bag of
swinging nuts into a sixty-nine. There were swingers fucking all
over the place. Someone grabbed Dotty. That was the last we saw
of her until the party broke up. We found her at the bottom of a
pile on top of a dead rat. He should have stuck with nuts.

Mom, Jenny, the BBB, and a tall group headed by Builtmore left
early, not long after the close of auctioning. They were there
and then they weren't. We all slinked home early Saturday
morning, slept all day, then moped around all weekend wondering
when we'd see them again. When Jenny didn't return in time for
school, we really worried. They never called, and Dad had no idea
how to get through to Mr. Builtmore. I tried on my own and got
the run around. I was really worried. This sex slave thing kinda
sucked.

You can imagine how relieved I was to see them after arriving
home from school, and they got home right before I did. They were
like the walking dead. Mom was pissed after having all weekend to
think about the way Dad conducted himself. Jenny was a fucked and
fertile sex slave, probably pregnant with a black man's bastard
because he didn't act like a father and keep things under
control. In fact, he started it, fueled it, and caused the whole
thing in the first place. She ranted, then stomped off to the
master bedroom and slammed the door.

Jenny fell into Dad's easy chair, too exhausted to stomp off
anywhere. Her legs weren't working very well and weren't used to
being near each other. We weren't used to seeing her sit like
that with no panties on, and now with no pubic hair on, and she
had such lovely pubic hair, the kind that enhances but doesn't
hide. It was all gone now, and where there had once been a cute
pussy there was now a cunt. It was a clean cunt, but that was a
well used cunt above a well used asshole that was hard not to
stare at. We were all staring. She wasn't caring. She finally
said, "Not a pretty sight is it?"

Dad said, "Do you blame me, too?"

"I don't think she blames you, but she needs to blame someone.
Let her put the blame on you so she can live with this. She had
no idea it would be this raunchy or that I'd get dragged into it.
She feels responsible, but she doesn't want to feel responsible.
At this point, shouldering any is more than she can bear, so keep
telling her you are so sorry, and so weak, and you're a lousy
father, and a terrible husband. Right now, that will float her
boat just fine."

"What about you, Jenny. What's floating you?"

"Sperm...an ocean of it. Don't worry about me. I'm floating.
She's the one in danger of sinking, but if she can get by for the
next few weeks, my guess is she'll be fine. This is mostly a
weekend gig and it won't be every weekend or all weekend. Slave
auction week is the big ta-do, and it's over now. We survived,
but I would sure appreciate being carried to bed and tucked in. I
said tucked, not fucked. Don't even think about fucking her. And
Bradley, she will not be masturbating for a while, so leave her
be, but don't go back to being the Bradley you used to be. She
wants the Bradley she met on stage. From now on, when she needs
the edge taken off, she'll be flirting with you. Right now, she
has no edges, so leave her be."

From what I saw, that sounded like good advice, the type that
goes without saying, but after what I did to her on stage, I
guess it was worth mentioning. I did get the impression that she
wasn't at all upset with me. In fact, she stopped stomping by to
give me a hug and kiss so that I'd know that. I almost followed.

Dad took it in stride and lifted Jenny in his arms. He took a
long time tucking her in. When he came out, his face was all
gooey. He took Dotty by the hand, dragged her off to her bedroom,
and screwed hell out of her - again.

Mom took three days to recover. She spent most of her time in
bed. When she wasn't in bed, she wore something very
unflattering. I got the message that if she didn't look sexy, she
wasn't feeling sexy. By Thursday, she was feeling very sexy,
dying for me to get home. I took one look and dragged her slut
ass off to the bedroom where she kept saying, "Oh Bradly, you
shouldn't" the whole time I ignored her.

When I came out, Jenny gave me a smiling thumbs up, then she came
up and said, "You are one very sexy hunk, Bradley. When you feel
up to it, drag me."

I felt great, on top of the world, then Mr. Builtmore called and
wanted to speak with me about my plans for the future. He assured
me that he had my future if I wasn't too proud to kneel for a
meal. I assured him that I was his man - okay, boy.

From there on, life only got sweeter and neater. I can't tell you
how well this worked out for me, but that rat was right. I needed
my nuts.

                                 The End

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