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   Southern Comfort

   Part I Chapter 1 - 4

   Story codes - MMMMF,interr, rape, nc, blackmail, exhib, voy, toys,



   *** NOTICE ***

   This section contains graphic racial slurs spoken against people of
Negroid descent.  The author is not a racist, but is simply trying to get
the empathy of the person across.

   If you are easily offended by reading a story with such a racial slur,
your choice is simple.  Just don't read it!

   Otherwise, accept it as it is, words spoken in the heat of anger.

   Enough said. 
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   Synopsis: A middle-class white Southern family is blackmailed and
threatened with death.  The wife and teen daughter are forced to pay off a
debt by doing debauched sex jobs.

   Southern Comfort Chapter 1

   Sandra was putting her pot-roast on the table that she had just removed
from her oven.  It was a Wednesday evening in February, so it was already
dark outside in their suburban Atlanta neighborhood.  The abundant smell of
the roast, beans, peas, rolls, and apple pie should have been enough to
bring her family to the table, but she called anyway.

   "Jeff, Kendra, supper's ready!  Y'all come on to the table and eat now
before it gets cold!" announced the young, 38-year old mother was slender
and fit from going to the gym three days a week.  The boys in the
neighborhood and at her daughter's high school called her a MILF.  But the
little bit of make-up she did use simply enhanced her attractiveness.

   Jeff meandered to the kitchen table from his easy chair in the living
room.  He had gotten home from his C.P.A.  position in downtown Atlanta an
hour ago, and had almost dozed off to sleep in his recliner.  He still had
his polo shirt and Khakis on that he wore to work today.  The blazer he
wore was, already hung up.

   "Baby, this sure smells good!  I'm really hungry tonight," Jeff said as
he gently smacked his wife of 20 years on her bottom as he went by to sit
in his chair.  The family always ate their meal around the table at night,
which brought them closer to one another.  Sandy made a squeal when her
husband gave her bottom a loving smack.

   "Stop that, Jeff!  Kendra Sue!  You come on for supper right now and get
off your computer!" yelled the loving mother to her teenaged daughter.

   "I'm comin', mom!" acknowledged their 16-year old who closed up her
laptop in her bedroom.  She had always been good at minding her parents and
doing what they told her to do.  She had been raised to know that they
always knew what was best for her.  Kendra padded to the table in her
cotton white shirt and navy skirt that she wore to her private school
today. Her bright red hair, pulled back in a ponytail, gently swung behind
her as she kissed her daddy's cheek.  She had been doing her homework for
her 11th grade Geometry class.  Kendra excelled in school being an honors
student.

   Once all the family was together, as was their custom, they held hands
and said grace over their food.  The Jackson's were a typical upper-middle
class Southern family that went to their Baptist Sunday School and church
every Sunday.  Clean-cut and very proper, you would have thought they could
be a family from a '50s black and white TV show.  Well liked in their
neighborhood, they got along great with their neighbors and all who knew
them.  But this idyllic lifestyle was drastically about to change!

   As they were now eating, Kendra announced,

   "Daddy, I got a place on the debate team for the rest of this year,"

   He was so proud of his "little-girl" because not only was she very
intelligent, she was the spitting image of her mother.  Both had great
figures, and lovely, large boobs because Kendra had developed early.  Their
facial features and height were practically identical, but Kendra's hair
color was a bright red, while her mother's was auburn.

   "That's great, sweetheart!" replied her father.  "That will look good on
any scholarship for col..."

   BOOM!!!  A thunderous noise sounded from the front door area as a
shotgun went off and it was kicked in.

   BOOM!!!

   Another explosion shattered the glass patio door and a large man with a
sawed-off shotgun stepped through, followed by another with a similar
weapon.  By that time, two more large thugs came from the front of the
house and burst into the kitchen from two different directions.

   Both Sandra and Kendra shrieked in deafening screams at the suddenness
of the gunshots and sight of the frightening home invaders.  Jeff jumped
from his dinner chair and started running at one of the thugs, but was
cold-cocked immediately by the barrel of the shotgun he was wielding.  Jeff
fell back on the floor in a daze and Kendra and her mother were petrified
in their chairs.  The four men looked alike.  All were big, wore black or
dark clothing and jackets, black boots, and a ski cap that covered their
faces except for around their eyes and mouths.  They all were clearly black
men.

   "What do you want?" screamed Sandra from her seat.

   "Well, first of all, pretty lady, I want you and your little girl to
come over hear and stand by me!" replied the spokesman of the group as he
pointed his shotgun directly at the females.  They were scared to death,
but they knew these men meant business.  Slowly, Sandra took Kendra's hand
and both slowly creeped over to the side of the assailant who had just
stepped in from the patio..

   "That's good, pretty ladies!  Hey, boys, these are two fine lookin'
bitches here, aren't they?" the large intruder asked.

   "Yeah, they are mighty fine ho's," two of his cohorts answered as they
lustfully gazed upon the two quivering females that were holding on to one
another.  Jeff was still on the kitchen floor, but was getting his wits
back about him as he looked up at his family standing by the monster.

   "Please don't hurt us, mister!  You can take whatever you want, and any
money we have but please don't hurt us!" Sandra begged with tears in her
eyes.

   The huge man took Sandra's chin softly in his hand to answer.

   "I'se don't want any of yo' money or stuff, darling.  What I'se want is
fo' you two bitches to strip!  Right now!" he yelled.

   Sandra quaked with fear along with her beautiful daughter when the
terrible words registered in her mind!  "Oh, please, sir not that, sir!"
the lovely young mother begged, holding her daughter close to her side. 
"Like I said, sir, you can take anything you want!  We've got a new, large
flat screen TV here in our family room, take..."

   BOOM!!

   A thunderous, fiery explosion came from the end of the Negro man's
shotgun as he pointed at the TV and blasted it into tiny pieces that went
everywhere in the room.  Sandra and Kendra both loudly screamed again in
response to the deafening noise of the blast.

   "I'se said I don't want none of yo; damn stuff, lady!  Didn't you hear
me?  I sez I want you two bitches to strip!  Right now!" yelled the
ringleader as he pointed his shotgun directly at the 16-year old girl.  One
of his accomplices in the kitchen cocked his pump shotgun, and held it
directly at her husband's head.

   Fearing that they would die in a few moments, slowly, the two females
began to unbutton their blouses, sobbing the whole time.  As they both
slowly reached for their skirt waists to undo those garments, he shouted,

   "Hurry up!  "I'se ain't got all night, lady!  Or I'll be happy to cut
them off fo' you!" he said with a grin as he pulled out a huge hunting
knife and held it close to the mother's stomach.

   Sandra and Kendra immediately started unbuttoning and unzipping and
dropping their clothes rapidly.  When they were both down to only panties
and bras, they stopped while holding their arms across their chests in
shame.

   "All of it!  Strip!  Socks and shoes too!  Get naked!" demanded the
tall, ebony man.

   Both trembling mother and daughter pulled their bra straps down and
unsnapped the back clasps.  Both fell to the floor at their feet.  The
leader smiled when he saw that both sets of tits were natural, firm, and
large on their chests.  Then each slid their panties over their hips where
they fell at their feet, and stepped out of the spent underwear.  Kendra
pulled off her house shoes and warm socks, while Sandra just stepped out of
her flats.  Now both mother and daughter were completely nude, shaking with
fright and from the cold, winter wind entering the door that had been blown
out.  Both were sobbing almost uncontrollably.  Again, they vainly tried to
cover their female parts, with a hand and arm across the breasts, and a
hand over each crotch.

   "Stand up straight you ho's and put your arms down so I cans get a good
look at ya'!" gruffly commanded the black intruder.

   Again, trembling and sobbing their eyes out, both complied with the
demands.  Both watched the huge knife closely and knew It was either do as
he said or be killed!

   "Good, good!  Now let me get at you's white asses and pussies and see
what's we got here!"

   Lowering his weapon, but keeping it slung with a strap over his
shoulder, he ordered both to turn around, bend over, and hold their ass
cheeks apart.  Slowly the sobbing mother and daughter turned and obeyed
their command in disgrace.  "Wider bitches!" came the yell that made them
peel back their butt cracks for them all to see.  The monster examined
their ass cracks and stuck his index finger in each woman's crinkled hole.
Each moaned in mortification with the way they were treated.  Jeff could
only look on from the kitchen floor, or die.

   The large Negro then ordered them to stand and turn around to face him,
stand with their legs apart, and holding their hands behind their heads. 
This had the effect of each jutting out her breasts in a lewd manner.  He
rubbed all over their front sides, squeezed each of their titties roughly
and pulled the now erect nipples with his dirty, black hand.

   "Mmmm, nice Georgia peaches!!  Just as sweet I bet!" he taunted the
Jackson women.  They both silently wished they could die right there.

   Then he unashamedly bent down and pulled apart the mother's and
daughter's labias for close inspection.  The disgraced women just stood
there sobbing, afraid to say anything or move any muscle for fear of death.
The big guy pushed two fingers deep up Sandra's twat, and she gasped at the
violation, but kept her composure.  When Kendra's treasure gem was
inspected and saw the hymen intact, the invader let out a yell.

   "Ooooo weee!  Boys, we got's us a genuine virgin here!"

   The other three made lewd comments about popping her cherry, and being
her first lover.

   "Hold on, boys!  The boss man will pay us top dollar for this one who
still gots her cherry.  You leave her alone, unless you wants to suck on
them nice sized titties of hers," came the vulgar evaluation of the
teenager, who was almost a woman.  Her breasts were already the size of a
full-grown woman's.

   The large monster walked back to look Sandra in the face, smiled and
said,

   "We's goin' to have us a good time with this ho' tonight!"

   "Yeah!" "Sho' 'nuff!" came the replies from the rest of the home
invaders.  With his shotgun still slung over his shoulder, the leader
grabbed Sandra roughly by the arm and drug and pushed the mother to the
backside of the couch, which was part of the family room.

   "Ow!  "Quit, you're hurting me, you nigger!" came the un-thought out
response from the proper Southern lady.  She was turned back around and a
massive hand came crashing across her head and face, almost knocking the
woman unconscious.

   "Don't be callin' us no names, bitch!  Because tonight, you's goin' to
be our fuckin', white-trash nigger and sex toy!" yelled the brute in her
face.  With that the giant pushed the beautiful MILF face first over the
back of the couch, held her firmly down with his left hand while he
unzipped his pants with his right.  Before Sandra knew it, a massive slab
of meat was probing at her love jewel, and then the sudden stabbing pain of
the rape beginning.  After jabbing the massive cock all the way in her
cunt, he started fucking her hard and long as he just hummed, "Mmmmmm
Mmmmmm!"

   "Awwww, my gawwwd!  Please no, please it's too big, please pull it out!
You're tearing me apart you nigger!" screamed the helpless wife.  Her
rapist just chuckled at her pitiful cries.

   "Awwwww gawd!  Please, Jeff, please help me!  His thing is too big! 
He's tearing me apart!  AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!" came more unrelenting cries from
the lovely, 38-year old wife.  His penis penetrated her cervix and stroked
firmly into her uterus.  "EEEEEEEEEEhhhhhhh!  Oh!  Oh!  Help me Jeff, help
meeee!" Kendra was bawling her eyes out as she watched her loving mother
being violated and viciously raped.  It was terrible to see!

   "Oh, lady.  Yo' husband can't help you!  Look at him!  Heez jus' lyin'
over there on the flo' like a piece of dog shit!" came the humiliating
taunt to the husband!  The husband never felt so helpless and less of a man
than he did right now!  He was watching his loving wife being raped and he
could do nothing to stop it!

   "Besides, you's kno' that you's love my big cock up in your tight,
married pussy!" tormented the big black man..

   Sandra thought how glad she was that she had her tubes tied last year!
This black giant started pumping the huge organ in and out of the tender,
white, married pussy.

   "Oh, man, this is grade A prime, white pussy you got here!  Wait until
you boys get your dicks in this tight twat!  But first I'm going to fill
her belly up with plenty of black sperm!  Then she'll know she's been
really fucked by a man!" bragged the intruder.

   The giant began to roar like a bear and began shooting rope after rope
of baby seed deep into the pretty wife's womb.  All this time, Sandra was
bent double over the back of the couch, sobbing and gasping at the sheer
size of her rapist.  She could feel her insides filling up with the black
man's cream as if it were a garden hose..

   "He must have not cum in months!" Sandra briefly thought.

   "Hey, number 3!  You come over hear and do momma up good whils' I takes
yo' spot!" he yelled at one of his companions, using code names as not to
divulge any real names.

   The brutal man zipped his huge sausage back into his pants while still
holding Sandra down.  There was no fight, however, in the young woman,
because she had done surrendered to the fact that she was going to be
violated tonight by four, huge niggers!

   All this time, at least one of the others was kissing Kendra's face and
mauling and sucking her big, firm boobs and stiff nipples while the other
two stood guard over the husband.  The girl was humiliated that her nipples
were reacting to the stimulation, as if she were getting off on his big
black lips suctioning on them.  They would stick up a finger in her anus
then rub it under her nose.  Other times, they would rub her red, hairy
pussy.  They continued to call out obscenities to the naked girl that they
were going to come back and screw her.  Kendra's crying had all but
stopped, because she just couldn't cry any more.  One by one, each black
thug took his turn with the wife.  Each time she screamed in pain and
humiliation while Jeff lay on the kitchen floor, helpless.  Each made their
own contribution of sperm into the lovely young wife and mother.  When the
last man had finished screwing and dumping his own load of baby-making
juice into the wife, all backed away with their guns pointed at the family.


   The ringleader told Jeff, "The boss man tells you that he's gonna be in
touch with you, and if yo' don't pay up the money you's owe soon, next time
we come back, you will watch as we blast your lovely women's: guts all over
the kitchen with our shotguns!  What a mess that would be to clean up!

   "And one more thing white boy.  If you call or so much as speak to the
police on the street, we will be back to blast away your little girl's
insides!" again threatened the ringleader.

   This, he said, as he pointed the muzzle of his shotgun up into Kendra's
tender vagina.  The girl started crying again.  Just before the leader of
the home invaders stepped out through the blasted out patio door, Sandra
screamed,

   "Why?  What do you mean?  What money?"

   "Ask yo' husband.  He can tell ya'!" was all he said, and then was gone
into the blackness of the cold night.

   Chapter 2

   The second that all the intruders had disappeared from the house, Jeff
jumped up and told his wife and daughter,

   "Quick, y'all go grab some clothes, sweats or something, and pack a bag
quick and we'll go to a motel for the night!  I'll get something to go over
this patio door and we'll get out of here!  Hurry!  Sandra and Kendra ran
to their respective bedrooms, pulled on some sweat suits, threw make-up,
hair and tooth brushes into a small carry bag.  Shortly, they were back
into the family room as Jeff finished duct taping a large piece of plastic
over the hole where the patio door had been.  All then switched out the
lights, left their meal on the table, and run out to the garage, where they
jumped into their family car and took off.  All Jeff Jackson could think
about was getting his family out of harm's way.  No family member spoke
anything, mostly from shock.  It wasn't far to a nice motel on one of the
I-285 off-ramps.  After a room was quickly secured, all three entered the
room and securely locked the door behind them.

   They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, until Sandra demanded what
did that guy mean by "ask my husband?"

   "What has happened?  What have you done?  What did he mean by 'pay what
you owe?'" Jeff could only sit on the end of one of the beds, and stare at
the floor.

   "Jeff, I know you heard me!  What did he mean by that?  Tell us!"
screamed his wife while his daughter was softly sobbing on the other bed.

   Finally, Jeff summoned the courage to confess all to his family.  Mike
had a gambling addiction.  Sandra knew he had got caught up with betting
when they first got married, but had overcome it.  It started about three
years ago, innocently enough, with an office pool on NFL football games. 
Then it included NHL games in the winter months, then pro-baseball in the
summer.  Since he worked with influential and well-off people in the
prestigious accounting office.  His taste for winning, or mostly trying to
win bets got the best of him quickly.  Secretly, he had been taking the
family's money from savings, investments, even Kendra's college fund.  He
managed to secure a second mortgage on their house without Sandra's
knowledge.

   Finally came the revelation that he had to tell them.  In desperation,
he had went to a "business man" to help him out."

   "You mean a loan shark!" snapped Sandra.

   "Yes, a loan shark, but I missed several payments with large interest on
time, and now he has called in his marker and wants full payment
immediately." Again, silence filled the room, for several moments until
Sandra finally angrily asked, "How much?  How much do you owe, Jeff?" his
wife demanded.

   Jeff finally swallowed with a dry mouth, and also swallowed his pride at
the same time.  "A hundred thousand dollars," was all he said.

   "What?  Did I hear you right, Jeffrey?  A hundred-thousand dollars?"
screamed the outraged wife.

   "Yes," replied the dejected and embarrassed father.  "And you used and
lost most all our money for retirement and Kendra's college money?"

   "Yes," came the only answer.

   "Well on TV, they say for the woman not to shower and clean after a
rape, but we already know who is responsible for my rape, don't we?  You
are, you son of a bitch!" again screamed the young wife into the ear of her
husband.  Then the enraged wife threw back her hand and slapped his face as
hard as she could.

   "Damn you!" and with that, Sandra grabbed her small bag containing her
fresh clothes and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

   Jeff Jackson sat in his spot and his lovely daughter sat on her bed,
with her knees up and arms wrapped around her legs, still sobbing softly.
With the sound of a full-force shower in the bathroom, both sat in silence
for a half an hour.  When Sandra came back into the room, she hurled the
sweat pants she came in with, along with her panties into a wastebasket. 
Wet spots covered both garments from the Negro man's cum.

   Exactly at that moment, Jeff's cell phone rang.  The caller ID came from
a number he didn't recognize, but still he answered, "Hello."

   "Is this Mr.  Jeffery Jackson?" came a man's voice.

   "Yes it is," Jeff replied.

   "Is your family there with you, Mr.  Jackson" asked the stranger's
voice.

   "Yes, they are." Jeff said replied with a puzzled look on his face.

   "Please put me on speaker phone, Mr.  Jackson for my message is for all
of you." ordered the distinguished sounding stranger.

   Jeff reached for the button to activate his speakerphone function and
placed the phone beside him on the bed.  "Okay, we are listening."

   "Are you there, Sandra?" asked the stranger.

   With a exasperated look, Sandra answered, "Yes!"

   "Are you there, Kendra?" came the stranger's voice again.

   Kendra looked at her parents, who both nodded their heads at her.  "Yes,
sir.  I'm here." Kendra was always polite.

   "Good!  Please allow me to introduce myself.  My name is Terrance
Dubois. I was a business associate of a certain Lefty Manzini.  You know
who I am referring to, don't you Jeff?" he asked.

   The name was that of the loan shark that Jeff owed the $100,000 to. 
Jeff turned pale at the mention of the name.  Sandra quickly figured out
who Lefty Manzini was.

   "Yes, I do, uh,...Mr.  Dubois," answered her husband.

   "Well, I'm afraid Mr.  Manzini has come into a bit of a bind with the
law.  There was something about raising bond for a manslaughter charge, you
see.  So I stepped in to help the man in trouble with his problem, and
bought all his markers, including yours Mr.  Jackson.  Unfortunately, Mr.
Manzini will not be back in Atlanta to resume his business associations."
Dubois explained.  That last comment had a deadly connotation to it, all
the Jacksons thought.

   "So I now hold your loan now, Mr.  Jackson, much like mortgage companies
buy loans from other mortgage companies.  I assure you it is all legal and
above board." But somehow, Jeff doubted that statement.

   "Did you nice people have a very unfortunate meeting with a group of
four gentlemen tonight?" asked Dubois with a light-hearted air.

   "They weren't gentlemen!  All four of them raped me, you bas...Mmmmph!"
screamed Sandra at the phone, before Jeff could cover her mouth to keep
from pissing the man off any more.

   "Oh, I'm so sorry about that, Mrs.  Jackson.  Sometimes my associates
kind of get carried away with the assignments I give them.  I assure you I
didn't endorse or tell them to harm you in any way.  But I did learn
something very interesting about you, Kendra!" Dubois spoke, insinuating
that he knew about her virginity!

   "What do you want, Dubois?" yelled Jeff into his phone.

   "Oh, I want to help you good folks.  I'm in the business of helping
people, like Mr.  Manzini.  I am a decent man and do not wish harm come to
anyone.  I just want to sit down with you kind folks and discuss a business
proposition, in order to help you out of your financial problems.  Can we
do that?" the unknown man asked.

   Suspiciously, Jeff asked, "What kind of proposition?"

   "I suggest we all meet at a very public place tomorrow morning, say 10
o'clock.  A place that we all can be comfortable and talk peacefully.  I am
afraid, Kendra, that you will have to miss a day of school tomorrow,
because you are involved as well.  Why don't we meet at say...the Denny's
restaurant in Norcross at 10 o'clock and I will buy you good folks a nice
breakfast.  Will you all agree to be there," asked the new devil in Jeff's
life.

   Sandra was seething, thinking that buying them breakfast would make up
for the four vicious rapes she suffered last night.  But Jeff was able to
keep her quiet.

   "Yes, we'll be there at 10." Jeff confirmed.  "But how will we know
you?"

   "Oh, you folks will know me.  And I certainly know you.  Look forward to
our meeting!" then the phone clicked and went silent.

   "I guess we don't have any choice?  Do we?" asked Jeff.

   "No, I don't guess we do, thanks to you!" Sandra spat at her husband.

   She stood up turned out the light and crawled in the bed with Kendra who
pulled up the covers over her and her mom.  Jeff reached over to kiss his
little girl good night, but instead, she turned over away from her dad. 
That really hurt Jeff but figured he deserved it.

   * * * Thursday morning at 10, a large, black Rolls Royce drove up to the
front of the Denny's in Norcross and a large, black man got out and walked
through the front door.  He wore a fine Italian suit, a white silk shirt,
and expensive shoes.  There were four, large, gold rings on the four
fingers of each hand, each with a huge diamond setting of some kind mounted
on each.  He had a large diamond stud in his left earlobe, and his head was
shaved smooth with a flat, Irish cap that matched his suit.  He walked with
a gentleman's straight cane that was black but embedded with diamonds on
each end.

   The gaudy dressed man walked straight up to the Jackson family and
formally introduced himself as Terrance Dubois.  His speech on the phone
did not sound like a black man's voice, which indicated he was not a
Southern Negro man.

   "May I sit down with you good folks?" he politely asked then proceeded
to scoot into the end of the rounded booth in which they were setting.  He
sat next to Sandra, and it gave her the creeps.  When the waitress came, he
told her,

   "Please, a Grand Slam breakfast for my three friends, but just a cup of
coffee for me, please, and give me the ticket, please.  Thank you!"

   The Jackson family wondered what this guy, who looked like a high-roller
pimp, wanted from them.

   "Let me come straight to the point, folks.  I hold your marker, Jeff,
for $100,000.  Now I know you don't want to default on your commitment,
which would be very bad for you and your family!" Jeff, Sandra, and Kendra
all understood the veiled threat.

   "I do not wish to disrupt the lives of you good people more than it
already has, so this is the deal I propose for your situation.  If you
could have paid the debt already, I know you would have.  So, Jeff, you
continue to work at your job at your accounting firm downtown, and continue
to make the living for you and your nice ladies.  Sandra and Kendra, that
leaves you two lovely ladies that can then work for me to assist in paying
the debt off, and I do pay very well.

   "Sandra, you do volunteer work at the senior home and that is so
admirable.  Please continue to do that and going to church choir practice,
and your Sunday church services as usual.  Kendra, you have your
schoolwork, and it is important that you continue to get those good grades
to get your college scholarship.  So, Sandra and Kendra can help me in
certain business ventures on nights and on weekends.  And that way, your
family life will not need to be disrupted at all.

   "What do Kendra and I have to do for you?" asked a suspicious Sandra.

   "I am in the entertainment business.  I provide entertainment for
various special clients that come to Atlanta, especially for all the many
conventions that the city hosts.  Also, I own and manage various nightclubs
around the city that many fine gentlemen frequent.  You can also help out
in those clubs, to help pay off the debt your husband owes.  Before anytime
you will all be back to your normal lives," promised Dubois.

   "In other words, you want me and Kendra to be hookers and strippers!"
came the biting reply of an angry, auburn haired wife.

   "Oh, I don't refer to my associates by such brash and uncouth titles. 
They are strictly entertainment specialists," explained the conniving black
man.

   "And if we don't agree to be your hookers and strippers?" again asked
Sandra, this time with a tremor in her voice.

   "Well, my boys that paid you a visit last night, will have to pay a
return visit, and I can't guarantee your safety, because they can get out
of hand when they've not been paid, and are really pissed!  Those shotguns
might do serious bodily harm, and I wouldn't want that to happen to you to
lovely ladies.  Oh, by the way, your home, and Kendra's school are being
watched!"

   "Ok, we will do it!" Sandra answered.  "Mom!"..."Sandra!" came the
shocked response from the other two.

   "No, I see no other way right now.  Kendra and I will do it,: replied
the dejected wife.  "When do we start?"

   "Oh, I need you two ladies immediately!  Business is booming here this
time of year!  And, I'm afraid you two ladies will have to obtain much
sexier clothes than you presently own.  I would give you the money for a
new, shall we say 'slutty' wardrobe for each, but that would just increase
your debt.  I'm afraid you ladies will just have to improvise on your own.
You are smart girls and I know you will come up with some suitable
wardrobe. The 'sluttier' your wardrobe is, the better, because it speaks to
the basic craving of men, which is sex!

   The conversation lagged a minute as the breakfast meals were delivered
to the booth.  But right then, the Jackson's didn't feel very hungry.

   "Okay, I'll do it, too!" Kendra spoke up.  "I love you, Daddy, and don't
want anything bad to happen to any of us." Sandra and Jeff looked sadly at
their 16-year old who just made a very adult decision.

   "And don't worry about the age limit, Kendra.  I have an excellent
fellow that specializes in fake ID's," added the large, black man.  "Oh,
and that reminds me Kendra.  I have a proposition for you and you only.  I
will gladly deduct $20,000 off your family's debt if you will spend all
night with me this coming Saturday evening."

   "No!" shouted both Jeff and Sandra at the same time.  It was good that
the restaurant was almost empty, but those who were there turned around and
looked at the sudden outburst.

   "That is one-fifth of the debt that will immediately go away!  If I do
this, we will be that much closer of being rid of this ...person!" Kendra
said as she sneered at Dubois.

   "But honey...!" again spoke the parents.

   "No!" but this time it was the high school junior in the honor society
at her school that yelled..  "It is my decision!  I will do it whether you
agree or not, Dad and Mom!  What time shall I expect you to pick me up
Saturday, Mr.  Dubois?"

   "Oh, I like to get an early start when I can, especially with virgins.
Sometimes it takes them longer you know!" Dubois smiled as he answered his
Saturday night date, but sneered at the desperate parents.

   "Well, if there is nothing else, I have an appointment with the mayor at
noon, so I need to be on my way.  "I'll call you tomorrow morning.  Sandra
and give you your and Kendra's appointments for Friday night.  That means
you will be on your own Saturday, lovely lady!  Don't forget your sexy
wardrobes.  You need to get started today to be ready for tomorrow night!

   "Good bye now!" and with that the Negro blackmailing loan shark left the
restaurant.

   Mom, Dad, and daughter sat in silence for another minute, still not
wanting to eat, then slowly got up from the booth and left, since Dubois
had paid the waitress a $100 bill, to include tip and the meals on his way
out.

   The ride back home to the Jackson residence was a silent one.

   Chapter 3

   "Laura?, this is Sandra Jackson!  How are y'all doin' darlin'"

   "Hi, Sandra, we're doing good, how are y'all doin'?

   "Oh, we're doin' good" Sandra said, knowing she was telling a lie.  They
certainly weren't "doin' good" after the experience of last night.

   Sandra needed to get to point because she didn't have much time. 
"Laura, I know you are on the contact committee for our 20th year reunion
this year, and I need a favor, if you don't mind?" Sandra asked.

   "Why shu'ah darlin' what is it you need?" Laura always spoke in her
Georgia peach drawl.

   Sandra took a deep breath and asked, "I need a phone number or address
for Connie Nix."

   After a moment of silence, "Well, what eva' fo'ah?" Laura was always the
nosy one.

   Now Sandra had to lie again, but it was using her church as
co-conspirator!  "I've joined a prayer group down at the church we go to,
and Connie's name has just been pressin' on my heart so much lately.  I
wanted to try to get in contact with her to try and be a blessin' to her.
She's got a daughta' now don't she?"

   A longer silence followed, and Sandra was afraid she trying to think of
a nosier question.

   "I'm lookin' for her here on our contact list...yeah...here she is. 
She's livin' over in that trailer park on the Forsyth Highway...I don't
have her trailer number, but I have a phone number."

   Sandra copied the number down...and hoped she could get off the phone
with Laura before she would ask more nosy questions.

   "Thanks, darlin'.  This means a lot to me.  Our group meets in 15
minutes so I have to go to be there on time but I needed her contact
info...see y'all at the reunion later this ye'ah.  Bye-bye now!" then
Sandra quickly hung up.  Sandra hated so much doing that, but she didn't
know whom else to turn to.

   Kendra sat and on the chair by her mother, watching her with sad eyes.
Her dad was in the kitchen on his cell trying to get a contractor to fix
the patio door and front door that had been blown and kicked in.  It was
cold in Atlanta this time of year, and all were wrapped up warm clothing.

   Sandra looked the number a moment, looked at Kendra and sighed before
she dialed the number.

   "Hello," came the answer.  Sandra trembled then took a deep breath.

   "Is this Connie Nix?"...a 5-second silence ticked off.  "Well, I'm
Connie, but I haven't been a Nix in almost 20 years!  Who's this?" the
voice asked.

   "Connie, this is Sandra, uh...Sandra Jean Parker from high school.  How
y'all doin'?"

   Connie thought a few seconds.  "Yeah, Sandra Jean, I'm fine and how
y'all doin?" asked Connie.

   "We're doin' fine, too." Then getting right to the point, "Connie I have
a huge problem that I know you can help me with, and I'd like to come over
and see y'all and discuss it.  Can me and my daughter come over in a bit?"
Sandra held her breath, praying she would say yes.

   The voice paused a moment, thinking about why it was that this
well-to-do former classmate wanted to come see her.  "Yeah, sure!  Y'all
come on over.  I don't start my shift at the club until 6 tonight.  Come
on!"

   Sandra carefully copied down the location of the trailer park out on the
highway and her lot number, and promised that they were leaving right then
and will be there in about 20 minutes.  Since they already had their
jackets on in the cold house, they walked through the kitchen and hugged
Jeff on the way out.  Kendra kissed her daddy on the cheek, but there was
no kiss from his wife.

   On the way to the way to the trailer park, Sandra explained some things
to Kendra and had to be very frank to her.

   "Kendra,.." The daughter always knew that when she started a
conversation with her first name, she was serious and meant business. 
"Connie wasn't one of the girls that was in my closest circle of friends,
or not anywhere near.  She was known as a "loose" girl.  You know what that
means?"

   "Yes, Momma," replied the pretty redhead.

   "She slept with about every boy in school who would have her.  She
always wore tight clothes, especially pullover sweaters and short skirts.
Blouses were always low-cut and showed lots of cleavage, and I don't know
how many times she was sent home because of her lewd clothing.  All the
boys liked here because she would give up her...her...pussy to anyone. 
There was a rumor that she passed because she was doing a couple of the
married men teachers.  Her nickname in school was...was...'Connie the
Cunt!' So do you understand something about her?

   "Yes, Momma," again came the girl's answer.

   "After school we heard that she left home and went wild, got hooked up
with a black soldier, went to Germany with him, and came back four years
later.  She was basically what we now call "white trash." She's worked in
massage parlors, escort services, beer joints, and strip clubs all over the
South.  I heard she came back here three years ago and is now working at a
strip-joint a little out on Forsythe Highway.  She is the only one I know
who can help us with our 'situation.' Do you understand, Kendra?" asked the
pretty mother.

   "Yes, Momma," again replied the honors student that had to take today
and Friday off from school.

   As Sandra turned into the trailer park, she told her loving daughter,
"Don't interrupt and don't ask questions." If you don't understand
anything, I'll explain it to you on the way home.  And beware, she uses a
lot of bad language."

   "Yes, Momma," finally answered Kendra.

   Lot 28 was on the back of the mobile home park.  The structure was an
old singlewide that either needed painting or trashed all together.  The
door opened to the two pretty ladies on the pine board steps and a woman,
with black hair, dry skin, skinny but with a big set of tits stood there.

   "Hi, y'all!" smiled the woman the same age as Kendra's mother, but
looked older a little older, maybe because there were a few gray hairs in
her black coiffeur.

   "Y'all come on in out of the cold!" She did seem friendly as she cleared
her covered couch of several Cosmo magazines and a cat.  "Y'all sit down...
can I get y'all something to drink?"

   "Yes, thank you, Connie, what ever you have," replied Sandra.

   Connie came back with two opened bottles of beer and set them on the
coffee table in front of her visitors.

   "I don't have any Cokes because I'm out.  Need to go to the store
tomorrow after tonight's shift." Both Sandra and Kendra eyed the two, cold
beer bottles but left them on the table.  Sandy did say whatever she had.

   "Connie, I need to get to the point why we're here because we don't have
much time.  Sandra then began explaining their whole dilemma, with her
husband's gambling addiction, borrowing and spending all their money, and
the goons who blasted their way into their house last night, made them
strip, and raped her.  She explained the meeting with Terrance Dubois this
morning, and what he wanted Kendra and her to do, and what would happen if
they didn't work for him in all the terrible jobs he was going to make them
do.

   "So, Connie, I'm asking you if you could find it in your heart to help
us, kind of show us what to wear and how to get clothes and outfits, what
to expect, and basically know how to please his 'clients' as he called
them." Then Sandra went silent for her answer.  Her mouth was dry after the
explanation so she reached over and took a swallow of the beer.

   Connie, sitting across the small living room, in a thin, short
halter-top and thin yoga pants, and bare feet, just looked at her two
visitors.  The halter-top was so thin, the woman's areolas were easily
noticed through the fabric.  It was strange a strange outfit for early
February, but Kendra thought that it was why the gas heater was turned up
and it was hot as blazes in the smelly home.

   Connie just sat there, took a couple of sips from her own beer, and put
out her cigarette in an ashtray beside her.  She sat there looking directly
at Sandra, then started.

   "You mean...  you, Sandra Parker who were so high falootin', fancy
pants, in your cute dresses, social clubs and friends, come to me?" Her
voice was slowly getter louder as she scowled at her old classmate.  "You
and your friends always looked down on me, and snickered about the way I
was dressed, and called me "Connie the Cunt!  I was the easy girl from the
other side of the tracks, and now you are in trouble and you come to me for
my help?  You miss Homecoming Queen and Prom Queen!" Connie was still
scowling.

   Sandra's eyes welled up with tears that ran down her cheeks.  "I...I'm
sorry, Connie.  I didn't know you felt that way.  We'll leave and not
bother you" then started to stand.

   "No, no, girl, sit back down!  What I just said needed sayin' and I had
to get that off my chest after 20 years," said the woman who had a definite
camel-toe showing in her yoga pants.  "I'll help you.  You're in a tough
spot, and I know it took a lot to come here to ask me for help."

   Sandra smiled, sniffed a little snot back from crying and said, "Oh,
thank you, Connie...thank you so much!  You don't know how much this will
mean to us" profusely thanked her "savior" as it were.  Sandra took another
drink of her beer, and then Kendra picked her beer up and took two
swallows. The young girl had slipped and drank some at a girl friend's
party before, but really didn't like the taste of it.  But she knew the
alcohol would relax her and take the tense edge off.  Her mother really
didn't notice that her own daughter was drinking an alcoholic beverage.

   "You said this guy forcing you two to be hookers was named Terrance
Dubois?"

   "Yes," replied Sandra.  "A big black man in a fancy car and suit,
wearing diamonds everywhere!"

   "Damn, girl!  He's a bad ass from what I hear!  Came into town about a
year ago and started buying up things and taking over things.  If you got
to answer to him, y'all are into some deep shit!" Connie said with a
sympathetic tone.  "And from what you tell me, you see what his goons will
do to you, and worse!  What is it you need me to help you with?

   Sandra began to read from a little list she had scribbled out.  She knew
that Connie had worked for an escort service, and what they should wear. 
The strip club would be the toughest because she didn't know what to do or
what in the world what costumes they should wear.  She was told that she
and Kendra would work as a team there.

   "Come on back here to Judy's old room," she directed as she led them
down a narrow hallway to a back bedroom.  It was filled with junk and cold
as outside because it was closed off.  Connie opened a closet door and
started pulling out clothes.  "Judy had big tits and round bottoms like
y'all got.  She run off with a nigger about six months ago and I don't know
if she'll be coming back or not.  She's half nigger herself you know,"
Connie explained like it was nothing.  "The nigger soldier I went to
Germany with dumped me as soon as he got out of the army, left me with his
half-breed, bastard girl."

   The whole closet was emptied and all three women bunched up the clothing
and took it all back to the living room.  They sorted through a lot of
bras, tops, leggings, hot pants, and bikini bottoms.  Connie went to get
something to put them in, and came back with a pile of Wal-Mart sacks.  She
started stuffing them full of Judy's old outfits.

   "They should probably fit both of y'all from what I see of those hot
bodies.  You both got good looks and great curves.  Y'all will do good,
believe me.  Either one of you will make any man's pecker hard.  You just
got to get your techniques down." With that Connie bent over and looked in
a compartment under the coffee table.  Both visitors saw her huge breasts
swing freely under the tank top.  "Here's a couple of DVD's I got awhile
back.  They helped me and maybe they will help you too"

   "A few more tips, girls.  If you don't wear a condom, you'll usually
make more money in tips.  If a man's cock has runny sores on it, or looks
inflamed, stay away from it, don't even give 'em a blowjob.  You don't want
to be catching the clap or syphilis.  Not only will it cut down on your
work, you might not live as long.  Another thing, if they want to give it
to ya in the ass, let 'em!  You can ask for more money up front for it.  If
you ain't had your ass reamed out before, let your husband do it.  Just be
sure to use plenty of K-Y first and relax.  If your old man won't fuck your
ass for ya, stop by the store and buy some cucumbers." That last part
Connie spoke and didn't even crack a smile; she was serious.  All this talk
made both Jackson women squeamish, but wet at the same time.

   "Don't be kissing your johns.  You aren't there for romancing, just
fucking!  You want to get his cum out of his balls and get out of there. 
And what ever you do, be sure to get your money up front, first, and count
it and put it safely away.  Have someone on a cell phone nearby that you
can call when you get there.  If everything looks right, give a code
phrase. If you don't think it's safe, get out of there, make an excuse. 
Oh, and by the way, if you're on the rag, an ass fuck or a blowjob is a
good way to save an appointment and make a customer happy at the same time.
Learn to give a good blowjob and take cum in your mouth and swallow it,
just like in the porno movies.

   "Well that's about 20 years of experience I can give you in a short
time. But if you want to stay healthy and stay alive, remember what I've
told you." Sandra and Kendra sat there and were stone cold frozen at the
instructions that the mother's classmate had given them.  "Ya'll do fine,
believe me.  Both of you are fine pieces of ass.  Anyway, Sandy, you are a
hot looking MILF.

   "What's a MILF?" Sandra asked, afraid of the answer.

   "You never heard of a MILF?  That's a Mother I'd Like to Fuck and
believe me, you are one!" Connie explained.

   The revelation stunned Sandra, but it made her start to think.  With
that both Sandra and Kendra finished their beers and both hugged Connie and
thanked her for her help.  Sandra began to tear up again, this time with
gratitude.  The Jackson girls started out the door and down the steps.

   Connie called out, "Now y'all call me and tell me how you're doin', ya'
heah?  And be careful.  I don't want to be goin' to no funerals!" That last
statement sent chills down both women's back.  As the mother and daughter
got to their car, Connie yelled "And one more thing, y'all.  When he said
convention "clients,"...he wasn't necessarily talkin' about all men!" then
she closed her door to keep the February cold out.

   Chapter 4

   When Sandra and Kendra got all the sacks out of the trunk, they reeked
with cigarette smoke smell.  Before they even took them in the house, all
the clothing was thrown into the clothes washer and set to a heavy cycle.
Jeff was talking to a contractor about replacing the doors, which was
giving him an outrageous price because he needed it done quickly.

   "Jeff, Kendra and I have to go back out to a store and we'll be back in
maybe an hour.  I've got a load of clothes in the washing machine.  When
they finish, you've GOT to take them out and put them in the dryer.  You
he'ah?"

   "Yeah, sure hon," agreed Jeff.  He would do anything for his wife now
after what he confessed to her last night.  Before they left the house
though, both Sandra and Kendra had to strip out of their jeans, tops, and
underwear and put on clean clothes.  They had to get out of the ones they
wore to Connie's for they also reeked with cigarette smoke.

   Connie had suggested that they go to thrift stores and buy clothes
cheaply and modify them, cutting skirts off very short and stuff like that.
Also, if they worked as a team, they might find "props" to use.  A huge
thrift store was close to their house so they went directly there.  Sandra
had taken home economics and school, and had made a few pieces of clothing,
plus her mother and grandmother had showed her how to cut and sew. 
Luckily, she also had an old portable sewing machine her mother had given
her years ago.

   The mother and daughter were going up the aisles when they ran into the
pastor's wife from church that had brought clothing to donate from church
members!  Sandra thought quickly and said she had an old friend that had a
bad storm hit her house and she wanted to buy some items for her!  Her
friend looked in her buggy and saw, bras, bikini bottoms and tight skirts,
plus a set of toy guns and cowboy hats.

   She kind of looked back up at Sandra with a wondering look and said,
"Oh, that is such a good idea Sandra.  I know y'all will be a real blessing
to her!  I've got to run now, bye!" and off she went.

   When Kendra looked at her mother, Sandra said, "Well, a storm did hit
our house, and we did see an old friend, and we needed to buy some items!"
Kendra and Sandra both laughed, the first time they laughed together all
day.

   While shopping through the racks of two-dollar clothing items, Kendra
came up with an idea of being two cowgirls, because both of them did have
western boots.  Sandra came up with an idea of being two naughty nurses
when they passed a section of nursing uniforms.

   "Mom!!!" Kendra scolded her mother.

   "Well, I got the idea from an old VHS tape that I saw in the tape
section that had two naughty nurses on the front of the cover.  In fact, it
was this one!" and Sandra pulled out the video from under the pile of
clothes in their buggy.

   "Mom!!!" Kendra again gasped.  Then they both started laughing.  "I
guess we will need to do research!" laughed the beautiful redheaded
daughter.  "It's a good thing the pastor's wife did see those!"

   It was getting to be late afternoon when they arrived back home with
their "stash." Jeff had dried the clothing from Connie's and it was all
laid out on their bed.  Sandra ordered Jeff to go get a pizza, because
there was no time to cook.  As Sandra worked that evening on all the
costumes, Kendra watched the pole dancing and stripping video.  Sandra was
able to look up and get bits showing as she was working.  When the DVD was
over, Jeff said he was tired from trying to get the house back in order
today, and went to bed.  After he left, Sandra slipped the "Naughty Nurses"
VHS tape into the machine and she and her daughter watched it.  Since they
were good church going ladies, much of the things they saw were shocking,
but both admitted that it made them sexually excited.

   That night, Sandra slept in the guest bedroom.

   * * *

   All were up early.  Jeff was dressed and ready because he had an office
meeting he could not miss.  Sandra got herself and Kendra ready to go to
the local health department clinic.  Sandra was too embarrassed to go to
their regular family physician.  Kendra called in another day off from
school.  By 9 o'clock, the mother and daughter were in the office.  A
female nurse practitioner came in to see them.  The mother told her that
her daughter had become sexually active and needed to be on birth control
pills.  Kendra blushed all shades of red.

   "Okay, I'll just need you to sign this consent form, Mrs.  Jackson,"
asked the middle-aged nurse practitioner.

   "And can I get a couple of prescriptions for "morning after pills" so
she won't get pregnant until these start to work.  The nurse practitioner
looked at the girl for a moment, but then started writing in her
prescription pad.

   "I understand, Mrs.  Jackson, I've got a couple of horny teenage girls
myself," commented the lady.  Kendra felt like crawling under the exam
table she was so embarrassed at the implication made about her sexuality.

   "This woman thinks I'm a whore and a slut!" the high school junior
thought.

   Sandra quickly signed the form and the prescription was written.

   "Kendra, go back out into the waiting room and wait a few minutes for
me, please, honey?" Sandy told her daughter.

   "Yeah, sure, Mom," answered her daughter with a puzzled look, not
knowing the purpose of seeing the nurse privately.  After she had left,
Sandra began to explain the to lady,

   "You see, I found out that my husband has been cheating on me.  My tubes
have been tied, but I'm afraid I might catch some STD.  Could you please do
a test on me to see if I could have caught anything through him?"

   "Sure, Mrs.  Jackson, no problem," replied the understanding lady.  A
swab was done of Sandra's vagina and she was told that they would mail her
the results in a couple of days.  Then the pretty mother would know if she
had contracted any venereal disease from her rapists.

   The prescription was filled at the local K-Mart, because she was too
embarrassed to go to her regular pharmacy since they all knew her family.
Sandra went back to her costume making and sewing, while Kendra was
intently learning dance and pole moves with the DVD from Connie.  Sandra
remembered that her daughter would be leaving at 4 o'clock going with
Dubois for the night.  The thought gave her an uneasy feeling.

   "Honey," the concerned mother began speaking to her beautiful daughter.
"I ...we...haven't had the talk about sex yet because you always said you
were going to wait, so...."

   Kendra cut her off, "Relax, Mom!  I know all about sex and stuff.  You
know we had sex education in school.  I know all about that 'birds and the
bees' stuff, and when a guy puts his penis in a woman he squirts semen and
if the time is right, she conceives and gets pregnant!"

   A sigh of relief came from the mother, "Well, I..."

   "And I even know about that big pink dildo you have hidden back in your
closet where you think Dad and I won't find it!" Kendra laughed.

   But Sandra's eyes grew large and she gasped for breath.  "Kendra Sue! 
What were you doin' snooping around in my closet, young lady?" exclaimed
Sandra in an very irritated tone.

   "Relax, Mom, I'm not going to tell Dad." Kendra smiled.  "And I know all
about my hymen, and that when it gets torn, it will hurt and bleed some,
and I will not be a virgin anymore."

   Sandra sat dumbfounded at her daughter's knowledge of sex.  "But there
is one thing I want you to teach me, Mom!"

   "What's that?" Sandra was afraid to ask.

   "I want you to use the dildo on yourself and show me what to expect,
okay?" Kendra asked.

   The 38-year old, lovely mother was in a dilemma.  She didn't want her
baby going with that bastard Dubois, and really not know what to be
expecting.  But if she didn't show her what she could expect, she felt that
she would be letting her down.  She thought about it a minute, then replied
putting her sewing down "Okay, come with me!"

   The two went to the master bedroom and Sandra dug out the large, pink,
dildo from the closet.

   "You understand, Kendra Sue, that I only used this during the long
fishing trips your dad goes on with the men from church, and when he goes
to accounting conferences."

   "Yeah, Mom, right!" replied her 16-year old with a wisdom that far
exceeded her age.  "I've heard you enjoying yourself in here and the
bathroom with the door locked other times."

   "Well, anyway,...oh we might as well get to it" Sandra resigned.  Sandra
turned around, pulled her sweat pants and panties around to her knees, as
if she were ashamed to let her daughter see her undress.  When she turned
back around, Kendra had already dropped her pants and panties in one swoop,
and was pulling the sweat shirt over her head.

   "Kendra Sue!  What in the world are you doin'?" sternly asked Sandra.

   "Mom, if we are going to do this 'lesson, we might as well do it right!"

   Kendra was right, her mother thought.  So off came the sweat pants the
rest of the way, then her Dale Jr.  sweat shirt and finally her bra.

   "Mom, your breasts are so beautiful!" Kendra complimented.  She started
to reach out and hold one of her mother's boobs when Sandra quickly turned
away.

   "Kendra!  Not now!" spoke Sandra.  Then the mother thought, "Why did I
say 'not now,' instead of 'never'?" Did she subconsciously wish her
daughter would play with her tits?

   The beautiful mother lay back on the bed, now fully nude in front of her
beautiful 16-year old daughter, also fully nude, and began rubbing her own
twat for lubrication.  It had already started getting wet with all the talk
of sex they had been doing.  When her labia were opened up, Sandra told her
daughter to hand her the tube of K-Y jelly in the nightstand drawer, which
she did.  Sandra felt "weird" doing this lewd act in front of her daughter,
but justified it in her own mind.

   When the big, fake phallus was well lubed, she put the head at the
opening of her slit.  Kendra scooted around on her hands and knees to watch
from the bottom.  That really did make Sandra feel weird, but it really
excited her more.  Slowly, but almost effortlessly the pink dong eased up
into the mother.

   "My ...vagina is wider than yours, so your first time, it may be harder
for anything to go up in there," advised the mother.

   "I know Momma," who grinned when she looked at her.  Within 30 seconds,
the dildo was inserted all the way in.  "Turn it on, Momma," asked Kendra.

   "Oh, my god!" Sandra thought.  She knows it vibrates, but without saying
anything, she twisted the end and the steady hum of the vibrator sent a
jolt of sensual pleasure through the mother which made her twitch and raise
her butt slightly off the bed.  Slowly but rhythmically, the teacher showed
the pupil how it went in and out, in and out.  Sandra thought at first that
she could not go through with this evil and vulgar display in front of her
own daughter, but the sensations the fake phallus were providing, and the
careful watching of her smiling daughter, sent waves of sexual pleasure
through the beautiful mother.  In and out faster now, Sandra pumped,
masturbating herself in front of her own child!  How depraved was this, she
thought, but also thrilling at the same time.  She was fucking herself for
her own daughter!  This was much different than the forced sex from the
big, nigger cocks night before last.

   Sandra began to gasp and moan as the womanly nectar started flowing and
further coating the thick dildo.  Sandra was enjoying this, even though her
own child had her face right down above her crotch, carefully studying sex
in its basest form.  Kendra could smell her own mother's secretions and
thought they smelled sweet.  Sandy rolled her head from side to side,
gasping for air, praying for an orgasm that seemed not to come.

   "Oh, my gawd!  Please!  Oh, please!" the mother spoke to some unknown
lover, crying out for some sexual release.  It was almost there on the
edge, and she was rapidly fucking herself with the dildo, but she just
couldn't come as much as she wanted and needed to.

   She was praying, "Oh, gawd, let me cum!  Oh, gawd, please let me cum"

   "Momma, is this your clitor..."

   "AAAAAUUUUGGHHHH!" screamed the mother the instant Kendra had violated
her clitty with her finger.  The resulting orgasm turned the reserved
mother into a whore, spasming, writhing on the bed, and screaming like she
was being killed.  The tender 16-year old thought she had hurt her mother
in some way and jumped back.  She watched as, unexpectedly, some fluid
squirted out around the dildo from her mother's opening.

   "Oh, gawd!  Oh, gawd!  Oh, FUCK!  Oh, gawd!  AAAAUUUUGHHHHH!" came
another wave of rapture over the MILF.  There was more squirting as well.
These were the sounds her mother made when she had heard her playing with
her vibrator.  After a few minutes, Sandra calmed down, breathing heavily,
lying on a sweaty sheet with cum juice running out of her and soaking the
bed.  She looked over at the concerned look on her daughter's face, and
smiled.

   "Yes, Kendra, that's the clitoris, and during intercourse, it helps a
woman feel wonderful, just like I did." When Kendra saw she had not hurt
her mother, but instead helped her, she laughed and suddenly lunched up and
hugged her mother's neck.  Lying naked body to naked body, breast to
breast, cunt-to-cunt was shocking to Sandra, but a little something told
her it felt good and sensual.  She patted her child on the back and told
her they needed to get up and start to get her ready for her "date" with
Dubois tonight.

   Continued in Part II, Chapter 5

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