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 The following story is a figment of my Budweiser soaked imagination.
If you are not of  legal age to read stories of a sexual nature close
this window now.  If stories of a sexual nature are not legal where
you live, leave now. This story is presented for your private
enjoyment.  It is copyright 2000 by Dave E. Perelli <dep9@swbell.net>.
This story may be archived at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>.  Any other
reproduction or distribution is forbidden without the author's written
consent.  No animals were harmed during the making of this story. 
This story was posted previously to ASS, but some readers wanted it
archived thus the repost.  

Now that we all understand, enjoy.








MONEY WON'T BUY HAPPINESS - OR WILL IT?  Chapter 1 (Job Interview) NC,
INC, MMMF




I was sitting in the sun room enjoying an after breakfast cup of
coffee when the maid brought me the telephone and informed me it was
my father.  I had only lived at the estate for two weeks, but had
really expected the call sooner.  I had spent the time getting settled
in and accepting the condolences of the steady stream of people who
came by.  Many of the ladies had interesting ways of expressing their
sympathy.  

I took the call, determined not to make what I knew was coming any
easier for Dad.  I grew bored with the small talk long before he
finally got to the point.  It would seem that he just found that he
had a serious heart condition and would have to give up his traveling
ministry.  He knew that, good son that I was, I wouldn't want my
parents to live in poverty while I lived in the lap of luxury.  His
proposition was that I give him a generous monthly income so he
wouldn't end up dying suddenly like his dear brother had and leave my
mother a grieving widow.  I could tell he was getting more and more
nervous as I listened to his lies without comment.  I could also tell
he had no idea how vast my riches were.  The sum he asked for was all
he thought the traffic would bear, but was a pittance to me.  Hell, I
paid my mercenary assistants more than that.  When he was done I let
the silence grow for minutes that must have seemed like hours.
Finally I spoke.

"Dad, of course I want to help you.  I'm thinking how it can be
arranged.  For tax purposes I can't just give you money and with your
health considerations you can't be on the payroll.  I'll have to put
Mother in some sort of position, probably as a consultant of some
sort.  Let me think it over and talk to my personnel manager.  Tell
Mom to come to the estate this evening and we'll work out the details.
She can come alone, I don't want you to stress yourself.  She can stay
overnight if we talk too late.  Tell her to come about six and we'll
have dinner, then work out an arrangement."

I could hear the joy in my father's voice as he agreed.  He saw easy
street ahead on the dole from his son.  I chuckled as I handed the
phone back to the maid.  If they expected any money from me they would
soon learn that it would be earned.  

The day passed quickly.  I took a call from the two assistants I had
sent to the East Coast scouting for victims.  They had several
possibilities and would be back to report by the end of the week.  The
two I had sent to the deep South to look over the Southern Belles also
checked in with a favorable report.  I instructed the cook to prepare
for a guest and told the other servants they would be dismissed to
their quarters at five, except the maid who would stay to serve
dinner.  I told my two remaining assistants to stick around for the
evening in case I wanted them.  Their faces brightened at the
possibility of some perverted fun.  

Mom arrived promptly at six, anxious to get started separating me from
some of Uncle Jim's money.  She was a bitch, but she did look good.
Maybe I could work some of the bitch out of her.  We had a drink in
the study where I introduced her to my companions.  I told her they
were my administrative assistants.  There was some curiosity in her
eyes at that, as they didn't look like the typical administrators.
Jack was from Poland, stood six feet four and was built like a whiskey
barrel.  Jon was an ex-Nigerian freedom fighter.  Just as tall as
Jack, but with a more slender build and coal black from head to foot.
Mom became more accepting as she found they seemed educated and were
well spoken, though each spoke with an accent.  We finished our drinks
and moved to the dining room where we were served by Sandra, the maid.
Sandra was only nineteen, but what she lacked in experience was more
than made up by her willingness to do anything to please her employer
and by the fact that she could be trusted not to carry tales outside
the house.

We enjoyed a marvelous dinner.  Afterward I suggested we retire to the
den for a brandy and to discuss our "business".  In the den I relaxed
in my huge leather chair while Mom sat on the sofa.  Jack poured
drinks for Mom and I while Jon stood in comfortable silence.  I sipped
my brandy and looked over my mother.  I was seeing her for the first
time as a possible conquest instead of as a cold, indifferent Mom.  I
had to give her credit.  She knew how to present herself when she
wanted something.  Mom did look good.

Mom was only thirty-eight and had taken good care of herself.  Her
light brown hair was longer than shoulder length and lay softly on her
bare shoulders.  Light brown eyes sat in a sculptured face.  She could
turn on a warm smile any time she liked, showing perfect white teeth
behind lips colored with just the right amount of lipstick.  This
evening she was wearing dangling pearl ear rings and a white gold
necklace set with a single large pearl.  Her dress was carefully
chosen to show off her tall willowy figure.  It was black with thin
straps over her shoulders.  The top had a slight dip exposing just a
hint of cleavage.  The dress clung to her thin waist and was adorned
only with a strip of black lace down each side, with the skirt slit on
one side far enough to advertise her shapely legs but not enough to be
indecent.  The dress flowed to her ankles and stopped short of black
spike heels with pointed toes.  She sat with a regal air, as if she
were better than anyone else present.

"Well Jimmy, I guess your father explained his condition to you."  I
had been waiting for Mother to break the silence.

"Yes he did, and I'm awfully sorry to hear about his poor health."

"How have you decided to help us?"

"Mom, things aren't that simple.  I run big business and everyone has
to have their position defined.  We treat our employees well and don't
have much turnover.  My administrators and I have been searching all
day for an appropriate place for you on the payroll that will justify
the one hundred thousand dollars a year Dad asked for.  We finally did
find a position, but I'm not sure you are suited for it."

"I'm sure I can fulfill your requirements, Jimmy.  What do you have in
mind?"

"Jack, why don't you explain the position to my mother."

"Yes, sir.  Mrs. Newsom, we have a position open for a hostess for the
estate.  There are several other applicants, so you will have to be
tested for the job.  I'm sure you will be given some preference for
being a relative, but we have procedures that all applicants must
pass.  The hostess must possess the proper look and demonstrate a
willingness to make both guests and her employer feel special and well
cared for.  Your services wouldn't be needed at all times, but you
must be willing to report when you are called for."

"Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

I decided to turn up the heat a little.  "I know that wasn't what you
had in mind, Mom.  What you had in mind was to come to me with that
phony story about your queer husband being ill and you had in mind for
me to be stupid enough to give you a lot of money for nothing.  Well,
you can have the money but you'll have to earn it.  How bad do you
want it?  Are you willing to be worth that kind of money?  If you are,
my assistants and I will administer the test.  You will have to do
your best because there are a lot of other women who will go to great
lengths to work for me."

I sat back and sipped my drink, enjoying the look of consternation on
my mother's face.  This certainly wasn't going the way she and Dad had
planned.  The silence grew uncomfortable before she spoke again.

"Okay, I'll take the test.  Where do you want me to take it?"

Jon spoke.  "Right here will be fine, Mrs. Newsom. The first thing is
that you be properly dressed.  What you are wearing is appropriate.
Are you wearing panty hose?"

"WHAT?  What business is it of yours what kind of under things I'm
wearing?"

"Mom, answer his question and any other questions you are asked or get
out and tell Dad there is no money for the two of you.  You will
demonstrate your willingness to fit in with our staff or someone else
will.

Mom flashed angry eyes at both me and Jon, but contained herself to
answer.  "Yes, I'm wearing panty hose, if it's any of your business."

Jon spoke quietly, but with authority.  "We don't allow our female
staff to wear panty hose.  Mr. Newsom doesn't like them.  Take them
off and contain your attitude.  One more outburst and you are going to
be escorted off the property.  Just answer the questions and do as you
are told."

Mom opened her mouth to put him in his place, then thought better of
it and sat quietly thinking.  "All right, if that's what it takes to
please Jimmy.  Where is the bathroom?"

Jack pointed to a door.  "There's a half bath there.  If you are
wearing panties, take them off two.  Mr. Newsom likes his women to
have bare cunts."

Mom's sharp intake of breath was loud in the room.  She had never been
talked to this way in her life.  She wanted to storm out, but the lure
of the money was strong.  Finally she bent forward and removed her
shoes.  She stood slowly and attempted a regal air as she walked to
the water closet.  Her gown was cut low in the back and I could see
the red color moving from her face down her entire body. Momentarily
she returned with her garments folded in her hand.  She picked up her
purse and dropped the underthings in it.  She turned and sat back down
and bent to pull her heels back on.  I got a good look down the front
of her gown and saw that my companions were enjoying the view also.
She sat back up but kept her eyes downcast.  In a soft voice she
asked:  "Did I pass the test?"

Jon replied:  "You haven't done well so far.  Too much mouth and not
enough desire to please.  We'll see how the rest of the test goes.
We're going to ask you a series of questions.  You will answer them
truthfully and not speak except to answer what is asked of you.  Do
you understand?"

"Yes."

"You mean yes, sir!"

With great difficulty she replied, "Yes, sir."

We started our series of questions, taking turns asking them.  We
didn't really care what the answers were.  I just wanted to humiliate
her as thoroughly as possible as payback for my lousy childhood.  She
wanted access to my riches so bad that she contained herself to do as
she had been told.

"Mrs. Newsom, how many men have you fucked?"

She gasped in shock, but managed to stammer her reply:  "Only my
husband, of course."

"How often do you fuck?"

"We haven't done that since I was pregnant with Jimmy."

"You will refer to him as Mr. Newsom."

"Yes, sir."

"Do you expect us to believe you haven't been fucked in eighteen
years?"

"Yes, sir.  It's the truth."

"Do you like to suck cock?"

Tears were running down her cheeks now.  "I've never done that."

"You've never had a big dick in your mouth?"

"No, sir."

"You like it in the ass?"

"NO!  I mean I've never done that.  I couldn't.  It would hurt."

"Never done a gang bang?"

She was sobbing aloud as she replied.  "No, nothing like that."

"How about eating pussy.  I'll bet you like to slurp a wet cunt don't
you?"

"No.  No, sir.  I've never done that."

Mom sat wracked with sobs as Jon and Jack turned to me.  Jack spoke
first.  "I vote no, boss.  She doesn't have any qualifications and she
has a big mouth."

"Jon?"

"I agree with Jack, boss.  She'd be too hard to train."

Mom spoke between sobs.  "Please Jim....., I mean Mr. Newsom.  We're
desperate.  We have to have money.  Your Dad's ministry is folding and
we don't have any way to support ourselves.  Have pity on us.  We're
your parents.  I can learn to be a hostess.  I'll be a good one, I
promise."

I sat in thought while Mom cried on the sofa.  I had thought it was
simple greed, but she had revealed that it was more than that.
Without preaching Dad had no way to make money and Mom had never
worked, only spent.  One has to seize the moment.

"Okay, Mom.  I'm going to give you the opportunity to prove you can be
a good hostess.  If you can I'll give you ten thousand a month.
That's one hundred twenty thousand a year.  A lot of money.  You will
be expected to obey any order I give you without argument and with
enthusiasm.  In other words, I own you.  I don't care if you like your
orders or not, you will pretend that you are happy to comply.  If one
of my staff gives you an order you will obey it as if it came from me.
If you want the job we'll finish your test.  If not, you can leave."

There was only a slight hesitation before she answered.  "I'll do it.
I have no choice."

Jon, Jack and I had done this sort of thing before.  Once again we
took turns giving orders.  It was always better to keep our prey off
balance.  Jon told her to stand in front of my chair.  When she was in
place Jack made her move forward until she was standing between my
knees.  I told her to pull her skirt up and show me her pussy.  This
was truth time.  If she did it I knew I had her.  She bit her lip and
slowly started drawing her dress up.  A beautiful pair of legs was
revealed to me.  Her heels gave her calves a wonderful shape and her
thighs were firm and perfectly formed.  When she reached the tops of
her thighs she stopped for a moment, then squeezed her eyes shut and
pulled her dress up to expose her crown jewel.  It was a nice pussy.
I was surprised that she kept it neatly trimmed since she never used
it but the hair was cleaned from her bikini line and what was left was
short and neat.  She moaned when I leaned forward and ran my finger up
and down her slit.  It was a moan of misery, not pleasure.  She kept
her eyes clamped shut when I told her to turn around and show my
friends her cunt but she obeyed.  Jack and Jon took their turn feeling
up her privates.  

"Boys, I'd like to see the rest of her."

The two men grabbed Mom's dress and roughly ripped it from her body.
She gave an involuntary shriek at the sudden violence, but in a flash
was naked with her dress in tatters on the floor.  There had been no
place for a bra under the low cut back, so she was left with nothing
on other than her high heeled shoes.  My, I thought, she's got a
terrific little ass.  After a few moments Jack roughly spun her around
to face me and I got my first look at my mother's breasts.  They
weren't overly large, but were certainly nothing to be ashamed of.
They were well formed with only a little bit of sag from maturity.
The nipples were small with light circles around them.  Her nipples
were not aroused by her rough handling.  I made her bring her shame to
me.  I had her bend over with her hands on my thighs so I could reach
her tits from my seated position.  I ordered her to spread her legs so
my friends could get a better look at her cunt.  A single tear rolled
down her cheek as she moved her feet apart.  I took a breast in each
hand and began to get acquainted with them, squeezing and playing with
the nipples.  I looked into her eyes as I gave her next command.

"Kiss me Mom, while I play with your tits.  Your kiss had better make
me think you want to get fucked or I'll send you home naked and
broke."  She lowered her head and brought her lips to mine.  I had to
give her credit, she was really trying.  It was a good kiss, with her
tongue probing in my mouth as I continued to fondle her breasts.  I
broke the kiss long enough to speak to Jon and Jack.

"Why don't you guys finger fuck her.  Get her ready for my cock."

She sucked in her breath again.  I'm sure she knew inside that I was
going to fuck her, but that was the first I had actually put it in
words.  The realization was coming to her that she was going to have
to commit incest to escape poverty.  I reached one hand and pulled her
face back to me to continue the obscene kissing with my mother.  I saw
Jack move behind her.  A high pitched noise came through her nose as
he roughly shoved his big finger in her neglected vagina.  She kept up
the involuntary noises as he continued to finger fuck her.  

"Boy, this bitch has a cunt tighter than a ten year old virgin."

Jon laughed.  "Hell, her queer husband hasn't used it in so long she
probably is virgin again.  Move over and let me get a big black finger
in there.  Boss, you going to let us fuck her?"

I drew my head back long enough to answer.  "I haven't decided yet.
I'll have to see if she needs the practice."

Finally I pushed Mom away.  "Go play tongue tag with the guys.  I need
to talk to Sandra for a minute."

While Jack and Jon took turns kissing Mom and letting their hands roam
over her naked body I rang for the maid.  She appeared a moment later,
showing no surprise at the sight that awaited her.  She had seen this
type thing before.  Mom was even more humiliated that another woman
was seeing her be abused that way.

"Sandra, my mother is going to the bondage room with you.  Spread her
on the bed and secure her arms and feet to the bed posts.  Get your
razor and shave her cunt bare for me.  I'll be there in a little
while.  Until I get there I want you to devote yourself to getting her
pussy hot and wet for me.  She's never been with a woman before, so
use that sweet mouth of yours on her mouth, her tits and her cunt.
Don't make her eat you, she's not ready for that yet.  If she gets too
hot, don't let her cum before I get there. Okay, sweetheart?"

"Sure, Mr. Newsom."

"Mom, listen carefully.  This is your last chance to back out.  Once
you are shackled to the bed you're going to get fucked any way I want
for as long as I want.  When my cock is in you, you're on the payroll.
You'll stay on the payroll for as long as you continue to please me.
If you want to quit now I'll give you the money for your ruined
clothes and you can take your naked ass home.  What will it be?"

"Jimmy, Mr. Newsom, can I talk to you for a minute alone first.
Please!."

"Okay, you guys wait outside until I call for you."

My three co-conspirators left the room.  I waited for Mom to play on
my sympathy, wondering how she was going to present it.  Mom came and
dropped to her knees in front of me, tears streaming down her face.

"Jimmy, I know we haven't been good parents to you.  We did the best
we could.  We just didn't know how.  I'm terribly sorry for
everything.  I've shown you how sorry I am.  I've let you strip me and
humiliate me in front of your friends.  I've let you and them talk to
me as if I were nothing.  All my private places have been invaded.
Doesn't that show you how sorry I am?  Isn't that enough?  I'm a
Christian woman.  Don't condemn me to hell by making me break the
commandments.  Please!"

"No problem, Mom.  I'll see if Sandra has anything you can wear home."

"Then I'll be on the payroll?"

"Of course not, Mom.  I told you how to get on the payroll.  Go with
Sandra.  She'll put you with your arms and legs spread on the bed with
your bare cunt ready for me  and I'll use you any way I want.  Then
you'll be on the payroll."

"My God, Jimmy.  I'm not on the pill.  What if I get pregnant?"  My
mother was sobbing as if her heart were broken now.  I loved it.

"Well, Mom.  I frankly don't give a fuck.  I'm going to call Sandra
back now.  You either tell her to take you to the bondage room or tell
her to find you some clothes.  And don't ever call me Jimmy again."

The trio returned at my call to find Mom naked and sobbing on the
floor with her head down and her hands over her face.  I let her cry
for a few minutes.

"Mom, don't you have something to say to Sandra?"

Between sobs she responded.  "Take me to the bondage room, please."

Sandra took my mother's hand and led her from the room.

Jack, Jon and I poured drinks and had a good laugh at the paces we had
put Mom through.  We were sure she had never imagined anything so
horrible, but we had done much worse with our prisoners in the
basement.  What we had done with Mom was child's play compared with
our guests in the past.  The guys agreed that she was a looker and we
were all thrilled that her pussy hadn't seen much use.  All three of
us had oversized cocks and loved to stretch tight cunts with them.  We
drank and joked for three quarters of an hour, then I decided it was
time to resume the fun.  I told Jack to get the VHS camera and tripod
and Jon to get the still camera.  We certainly wanted to enjoy the
action over again later.  

The bed in the bondage room was huge; specially constructed to my
uncle's perverted desires.  I entered to find my mother with her hands
stretched over her head and shackled to the head of the bed.  They
weren't outstretched, they were tied together to the center of the bed
frame.  The bed was big enough that her legs were stretched wide
apart, exposing her newly shaven cunt to my view.  Sandra had
positioned a pillow under Mom's ass so her pussy was thrust upward and
an easy angle to access.  Sandra was lying on top of my mother with
her mouth working feverishly on Mom's mouth, her tongue snaking in and
out.  I started stripping out of my clothes, flinging them in the
corner while Sandra worked her way down to suck on Mom's breasts.  Mom
was throwing her head from side to side, trying not to let another
woman turn her on.  I could see Sandra was having some effect as Mom's
little nipples were now standing straight up.  The guys came in with
their cameras as Sandra was kissing her way down Mom's belly toward
her clean vagina.  They started filming the action as Sandra worked
even lower and applied her tongue to my mother's clitoris.  Against
her will my mother's hips started moving in time with the young
woman's tongue in her slit.  Suddenly Mom sensed movement in the room
and her eyes flew open.  She took in the two huge men with cameras
aimed at her and screamed, "No, no, please.  Don't take pictures of me
like this.  I beg you have mercy.  Stop the cameras."

I told Sandra to get off the bed.  I climbed on, naked now and looked
down at Mom with an evil smile.  I straddled her breasts and lowered
my balls to her mouth, ordering her to lick.  She shook her head from
side to side, mouth clamped shut.  I nodded to Sandra who knew the
drill.  She grabbed one of Mom's tits and twisted hard.  Mom gave a
pitiful yell but her tongue quickly came out and started licking my
balls.  I moved so she could lick up and down my shaft.  It was hard
as a rock from all the foreplay downstairs.  I looked around to make
sure everything was being well recorded.  We really needed a record of
the first cock in my mother's mouth.  I pressed the head of my tool
against her lips and told her to suck.  Reluctantly she opened her
mouth for me to enter.  It was obvious she had been telling the truth
about never sucking one.  I had to give her instructions on sucking
and using her tongue.  I pumped her mouth like I was fucking it, going
deeper with each stroke.  When she started gagging I told her to relax
her throat and breathe through her nose.  She tried and did better,
but still gagged often.  Finally I had my shaft buried in her mouth
all the way to my balls.  She was in misery, but managed to take it.
When I was sure we had it well recorded on film I pulled slowly out of
her mouth.  She lay gasping as I moved to take my place between her
legs.  Her ass was raised high enough that I could kneel and get a
good angle on her little pussy.  I rubbed my cock up and down her slit
until I found the right spot and waited at the entrance.  Her pussy
was wetter than it had been, but still not as wet as a really turned
on woman.  

"Ready for your first paid fuck, Mom?"

"It's to save my family.  I have to do it."

"What are you about to become, Mom?"

"I know what you want me to say.  I'm about to become a whore.  I'm
going to do it for money and that makes me a whore."

"Are the cameras ready, guys?"  They answered that they were.

I took a good grip on Mom's hips and gave a mighty shove.  She let out
a horrible scream as my huge cock stretched her open.  I buried myself
all the way in her in one stroke.  Mom had never had anything nearly
that big between her legs before.  I pounded her viciously.  I was not
making love, I was fucking her as punishment.  Her screams became
moans, then her hips started responding to my strokes.  I felt her
pussy becoming wetter as I pumped away.  Soon she was in the zone,
carried away with what was probably the first good fuck of her life.
I could feel her orgasm building.  When I sensed she was at the edge I
stopped with only the head of my cock still in her.  She tried to push
herself up on me, but the bonds prevented her having enough movement.

"Want more Mom?"

"Oh God, please let me cum."

"Okay, but you've got to do something for me."

"All right, anything."

"I want to watch you suck a big black cock while I fuck you."

"Oh my God.  All right if it will make you happy.  Please make me
cum."

"Fuck her mouth, Jon.  Don't cum in her mouth.  I want to be the first
one."

"You got it boss," he replied as he handed the camera to Sandra and
stripped off his pants.  He soon straddled Mom's tits and shoved his
black member in her mouth.  I resumed my fierce fucking of her cunt.
The room was filled with noise.  Mom's pussy was making slurping and
farting sounds as I worked it over.  Her mouth was slurping over Jon's
cock between gags and coughs.  In between it all Mom was moaning and
humping her hips to meet me.  Soon she gave a big scream and her hips
thrust up even harder against me as she came.  I dumped my load in her
at the same time.  

After I caught my breath I pulled slowly from her pussy.  It gave a
plopping sound as it released me.  I told Jon to enjoy her pussy for a
while.  She shook her head in a tired "No" but no one paid any
attention to her.  Jon got between her legs and began a series of long
slow strokes in her newly stretched pussy.  My cock was slimy with a
combination of her juices and my cum.  I straddled her head again and
despite her weak protests shoved it in her mouth.  That brought forth
new gags as she tasted her own juices and a man's cum for the first
time.  I kept her sucking while I grew hard again, this time in her
mouth.  She was getting better at sucking cock already.  I heard Jon
bellow as he dumped his load in her and felt her have a smaller
orgasm.  I kept stroking in her mouth while I told Jack to get himself
some pussy.  Mom grunted as he entered her.  Jack had the thickest
cock I've ever seen and it was a tight fit even after she had been
fucked twice.  Eventually I felt my orgasm building and held my mother
by the hair to keep her from escaping it.  My cock started pulsing hot
gism in her mouth.  She had no choice but to swallow as she was tied
on her back with no way to get it out of her mouth.  When she had
swallowed it all down I moved aside and let Jon put his dirty cock in
her mouth for cleaning.  She didn't even protest this time, just
sucked all the spend from it until it shined black again.  

Jack exclaimed, "I'm about to cum."  

I told him, "Cum in her mouth if you want to.  I've already had her
mouth cherry."

He liked that idea and moved into position.  Her mouth was stretched
to the limit with the thick weapon he was using.  After only a few
strokes in her warm mouth he tensed and let loose.  He must have been
carrying a big load because the cum squirted out the sides of her
mouth and some even escaped her nose.  I looked over to see that
Sandra and Jon had captured that Kodak moment.  

We all rested for a little while as mom coughed and made heaving
noises.  We decided we should use some more film before we released my
mother from her bonds because she looked so perfect strapped down
wearing only her black spike heels.  The photography was a lot of fun.
We got the usual shots of the cum running between her legs and on her
face.  We made her smile and thank us for the wonderful fuck as the
VCS camera took it down for future use.  Each of us was recorded
sucking her breasts while she exclaimed how much she loved it.  We
released her bonds and let her get the circulation started again.
Afterwards she held her own pussy lips open for the camera.  She had
to force a happy look on her face as she fingered herself, followed by
sucking our cum off her fingers.  Her dignity was completely gone by
this time and she did as she was told without argument.  Sandra
thought it would be fun to see how many fingers she could get in Mom's
cunt.  She made it to four as my mother held her legs wide apart.  Mom
groaned as Sandra drove the four digits in as far as they would go.
Finally the camera ran out of tape and we were tired so we didn't
reload it.  

"Sandra, take my mother to one of the guest rooms.  Get her cleaned up
and put her to bed.  Mom, in the morning Sandra will bring you to me.
I will have a check for your first month's pay.  I'll also give you a
pager which you will carry with you at all times.  When the pager goes
off you will go to the nearest phone and call here.  Whoever answers
will tell you when to be here and how to dress.  If you fail to appear
you will not receive the next month's pay.  If the pager doesn't go
off during the month, you will call and be told when to come and pick
up your next pay check.  I'll see you in the morning."

I went to bed for a dreamless night's sleep.

I awoke early to a bright, cool morning.  I stretched languidly and
spent a few minutes remembering the previous night's fun.  The
memories started my cock getting hard again, so I got up and took my
shower.  I pulled on a robe and slippers and wandered downstairs.  The
cook gave me my morning coffee.  I was soon joined by Jon and Jack,
still sleepy eyed.  We had coffee and juice and made small talk with
one another.  I rang for Sandra.  When she appeared I told her to take
Mom some coffee, juice and a robe.  I told her to tell my mother to
fix her hair and makeup and that I would bring her check shortly.
Jack excused himself and came back with a check in an envelope and one
of the spare pagers we always kept in case we needed communication.  I
signed the check and returned it to the envelope.  We discussed the
morning's itinerary while we had breakfast.  I didn't invite Mom for
breakfast.  I suspected she would be better this morning without a
full stomach.  When we had broken our fast we stood, high fived each
other and proceeded upstairs to the guest room Mom was using.

I pushed the door open without knocking.  Mom was sitting in a soft
arm chair beside a little table.  The black clasp purse she had
brought with her was on the table.  Sandra was standing behind Mom
brushing her silky hair.  Mom's makeup was perfect and she was wearing
the pearl jewelry from the night before.  I caught a whiff of some
kind of expensive perfume, probably something she had brought in her
purse.  The robe Sandra had provided was thin silk, designed to
showcase the body under it rather than hide it.  When the three of us
came in the room I saw my mother cross her legs and move one arm
across her breasts to interrupt our view.  She had regained her
haughty look now that she had finished her duty.  Or at least thought
she had.

I walked to the table and held the envelope up so she could see it.  I
opened her purse and slipped the envelope inside, then went through
the same routine with the pager.  Mom didn't make any comment, not
even a thank you.  I stepped in front of my parent and lifted her chin
with my finger.

"Good morning Mother dear.  I trust you slept well."

Without waiting for a reply I bent and pressed my lips to hers.  I
slipped my tongue in her mouth.  There was no response.  I drew back
and looked at her with a frown on my face.  I saw realization come to
her.  Once again I bent to her mouth.  This time her mouth and tongue
responded to me.  She was getting the picture, though a little slowly.
I stepped back and Jack took my place.

"Good morning Mrs. Newsom."  Jack bent and brought his mouth to hers.
He gently grasped her arm and moved it from in front of her breasts,
laying it on the arm of the chair.  She moaned softly as his great
hand slipped in the front of her robe to caress her bare breasts.
Sandra came to kiss me, then whispered in my ear, "It's killing her
having to submit to all of us.  I love it.  You're wonderful, boss."
I winked at her.

Jack stepped back and Jon took his place.

"Good morning Mrs. Newsom."  He bent for his  morning tongue action,
at the same time taking Mom's legs and uncrossing them.  He worked his
big black hand between her legs and pushed his middle finger in her
newly shaved pussy.  I saw a tear roll down her cheek, but she didn't
try to stop him.  When he drew back I shrugged off my robe and stood
naked with my hard member waving at my mother.  The other two men
followed my example as Mom's eyes grew wide.  

"Stand up and lose the robe, Mom."  With a stricken look she moved
slowly to comply, soon standing naked in front of us.

"Turn around and bend over with your hands on the chair arms."  Mom
bent to her task, with her tight shapely ass exposed to our gaze.  She
was sniffling softly as she held her submissive position.  She had
spread her feet apart without being told and her tits hung down
prettily.  

"How does she look to you guys?"  Everyone chimed in that she looked
like a good hostess should.

"Is everyone happy with what she did for you?  Can I send her home
now?"

Jack replied that her pussy was nice and tight and it was a lot of fun
having her suck him off, but he was disappointed he didn't get to cum
in her cunt.  Jon said that he liked her cunt, but it would have been
better if she'd sucked him off to completion.  Tears were dripping
onto the chair as Mom listened to our conversation, her whole body
trembling.

"How about you, Sandra?  Are you satisfied with her?"

"I hate to say, Mr. Newsom."

"Go ahead, Sandra.  What's on your mind?"

"Well, boss.  I know how you love to fuck my little ass hole.  I've
been looking at hers and it's virgin.  I'd love to see you plow a
virgin ass open.  And I just happen to have some lubricant I could put
on your cock to make it go in easier.  Want me to grease it for you?"

Mom dropped her head on her arm and wailed at the latest news.  I
laughed out loud as Sandra opened the 
K-Y and spread a little on the purple head of my cock.  I stepped
behind Mom and gripped her hips while Sandra took my tool in her hand
and lined it up with the poor woman's little brown eye.  Mom was in a
panic, but knew she would lose everything if she moved.  I flexed my
hips and forced the head past her sphincter with a satisfying "plop".
She couldn't stifle the scream that escaped her lips.  She had
involuntarily tightened her ass before the invasion and it must have
been horribly painful.  I pumped deeper and deeper as Mom cried out
with each stroke.

"God damn, her ass is even tighter than her cunt."  I remarked to the
others.

When I had given her a thorough ass fucking I drew back and invited
Jon to try it.  He wasted no time sinking his black cock in her ass.
It wasn't as thick as mine, but it was longer and elicited more
screams as he probed deeper than I had done.  He banged her for at
least ten minutes while her screams subsided to small cries of pain
and humiliation.  Always the gentleman, Jon withdrew to give Jack his
turn.  Jack had a shorter cock than either Jon or I, but it's girth
was frightening.  It was the thickest cock I'd ever seen.  I thought
Mom was going to pass out cold when he stretched her anus with his
formidable weapon.  As soon as Jack had enough I pulled Mom upright
and sat in the chair she had been bent over.  I made her turn and sit
on me and forced my cock once again up her ass.  Her face was a mess
with the makeup running from her tears.  I pulled her down until I was
buried to the hilt in her behind.  She was throwing her head from side
to side in misery.  She didn't realize what Jack had in mind when he
pulled her legs apart and draped them over the arms of the chair.  She
thought he was just making her expose herself to us.  She realized her
mistake when he lowered his big body down on her tiny one.

"Oh my God.  No, please.  You'll kill me.  Not both of you.  I can't
take it.  Have mercy on me.  I'm your mother.  You're going to rip
your mother apart.  AAAhhhhh!  Ooooh it hurts so."  Jack forced his
big cock in Mom's clean shaven cunt, joining my cock already in her
tight ass.  She continued to beg until Jon turned her head to the side
and forced his cock between her soft lips.  It was made worse by his
cock being freshly out of her ass.  I don't know how he managed it,
but he got his long black snake all the way in her mouth while she
tried to grab an occasional breath of air.  We fucked in unison until
I couldn't hold back any more.  With a bellow I shot my hot load in
Mom's ass.  That pushed Jack over the edge and he added his deep in
Mom's pussy.  Mom's throat convulsed as Jon's sperm shot deep in her
mouth.  It was all too much for Mom.  Her abdomen spasmed in waves as
she had a tremendous orgasm in spite of the pain and degradation.  Mom
collapsed back against me breathing heavily as Jon and Jack slowly
withdrew.   

Sandra clapped her hands in delight.  She was a perverted young thing,
that's why I liked her so.  "Get on your knees, whore, and suck Mr.
Newsom's cock clean from your nasty ass."

Mom looked at me with a pitiful expression.  "I told you that when one
of my people give you an order it's the same as if it came from me."

Defeated, Mom lowered herself wearily to her knees and began the
disgusting job of cleaning the cum and remnants of her ass from my
cock.  When it was done to Sandra's satisfaction Jack presented his
member for Mom's attention.  He must have awakened horney, because he
quickly grew hard again in her mouth.  She looked as if her lips would
tear with his enormously thick cock stuffed there.  He didn't delay
and quickly came in her mouth again.  She knelt there with a string of
cum hanging from her chin that she didn't even try to wipe away.  

"Get your robe on, take your money and go home.  Be ready to present
yourself when I call."  I spoke sternly.

"Can I take a bath and get some more clothes, please."

"I said put your robe on and get out of here.  You'd better try not to
get stopped by the police or you'll be arrested for exposure."

We laughed as we watched her retreat, her tits and ass clearly visible
through the thin robe and cum running down her thighs.  I could
imagine Dad's surprise when she arrived home.  I would have to think
of something entertaining for her next time.  No doubt she was going
to earn her money.

END OF CHAPTER 1

His own mother?  Well, I don't know about you, but I'm disgusted.  If
you want to be disgusted again tune in tomorrow.  Same time, same
station.


DAVE E. PERELLI
Associate Representative of Westminster Abby

"I find your lack of faith disturbing."

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