Perverts 'R' Us

Rite of Rights

By DiscipleN ( M/F, voy, slut )

Copyright (c) 2001, All rights reserved.

Chapter One

Tina Brady walked home from school. She marched angrily along the several blocks intervening. Her tight buttocks bounced determinedly, and her ample tits swayed with conviction. Her boyfriend was an asshole. Not only did he fail to meet her after school, but she had heard that Anna Wyse had bragged that she could do more for Herb than Tina ever would. That bitch! Anna didn't even like Herbert. She was a high school queen senior with her legs perpetually raised, while Herbert was only a sophomore, second string trombone player in the band. Anna had wanted to even the score ever since her guy Chad had tried to fondle Tina at the recent school dance. She just knew Anna was sharing all her diseases with that stupid jerk at this very moment. She made it home in record time and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Mom!" She called loudly.

There was silence.

"Mom?" She repeated, peering into the kitchen. It was empty.

Her mom's car was out front, as well as one she had never seen before. Perhaps she was entertaining in the back yard, thought Tina. She went through the kitchen and was about to open the back door when she noticed something though a slit between the door's curtains that froze her to the spot.

Her mother was reclined on a lounge chair with a man on top of her! She seemed to be struggling and was crying out in a high pitch. Tina could only think of one thing. The man was raping her mother!

Oh god, she thought. Should she call 911 or should she grab a kitchen knife. Without further delay she rummaged in a drawer and quickly grabbed a serrated bread knife. She burst out the door, brandishing her weapon and cried. "You get off her now!"

"Huh?" The man jerked a startled glance at her.

"Tina! Oh my god!" Her mother shrieked with equal surprise.

"I said move it mister. I mean it. Get off her now!" Tina threatened again.

"Uh, yeah, all right already." He pulled his big, red, slimy cock out Tina's mother as he rolled off her and kneeled behind the lounge. "Cynthia, what is this?"

"Oh Tina. It-it's okay. I never wanted you to know. I'm so sorry." He mother suddenly pleaded to Tina.

"Yeah kid, I wasn't do'n noth'n." The man echoed.

Tina stood helpless. Her mouth dropped open, and she thought she was going to scream until she was stricken by the sight of her mother's cunt, glistening with juice. Realization struck her like a boulder. Her mother was having sex with another man! The knife slipped from her shocked hand and clattered upon the deck.

She immediately burst into tears. "Mother, how could you do this?" She yelled and ran back into the house where she flung herself on the couch and buried her face in a cushion.

After a little while, her mother and the strange man entered and her mother let him out.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Finch, I mean Walter, it's all my fault."

"Yeah, well you're darn toot'n it is. Goodbye." The man emphasized his farewell.

Tina wanted to run upstairs to her room, but she could only glare at her mother in horror.

Cynthia Brady stood meekly at the door as she closed and locked it. "Oh Tina, what have I done?"

"You bitch!" was the harshest thing Tina could summon.

"Yes Tina. I am." her mother hung her head with shame.

Tina was taken aback. "What?"

"Uh-huh. It's horrible, I know." She was crying. "Oh Tina. I've been a slut, and a tramp, and even a rutting bitch. Now you know. Soon Harold will know, and I'll lose everything."

"Mother, what are you saying?" Tina asked, suddenly amazed.

"I'm sick. I need help. I'm not like normal people." Tina's mother moved closer, reaching out.

Tina recoiled in confusion.

"Tina. Please don't hate me. Listen to me. I've done horrible things, but I love you and your father more than anything. Don't discard me. I beg you." Her mother kneeled in front of Tina and pleaded with her.

"Mother, I don't understand. Who was that man?"

"Nobody. I meet him in a Jack in the Box today."

"You're kidding!" Tina responded, appalled. "Mother, why? Doesn't dad... "

"He's wonderful Tina. I love making love to him more than anything, but sometimes I can't control myself. I'll be shopping or cleaning, and all of a sudden I have to have a man. I get so horny I'll say anything, do anything with anybody. It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he's got a c-c-cock. Even a woman, sometimes will have to do."

"Mother!" Tina exclaimed.

"Now you know. I'm so ashamed. I never wanted to hurt my family. I love you so much."

Tina was completely lost. This was the same mother who warned her never to let a boy touch her until she was 18, and she had discovered her mother screwing another man. Now this same woman was admitting to fucking any guy who let her. Tina wanted to screw up her face with hate and scream and even hit her mother. Her fists clenched and shook with building outrage, but suddenly it all drained away, with one hard look into her mother's eyes. She was sincere. Tina loved her mother and she was ill. She needed her. Tina's whole body absorbed this realization into every cell of her being.

"Mother, what are we going to do?" Tina reached out to hug her.

"Oh my dear sweetheart, I love you so."

They clasped one another needfully.

The door lock clicked open. In his energetic fashion Harold Brady launched the door inward and stepped in.

"Hi my love, and my little princess. How fared you two this day?"

A hushed silence greeted him. Cynthia flashed a nervous look at Tina before turning her head and smiling forcefully at her husband.

"I-It went great dad." Tina tried her best to sound casual.

The pause hadn't eluded Harold.

"Wait a second. You two are up to something. What are you plotting now? You'll never take me alive!" He grinned and hung his jacket. Then he loosened his tie.

"Woman, fetch me a drink!" He ordered playfully.

Almost without missing a beat, the two fretful women replied. "Go soak your head!"

"My intentions exactly." Harold said ritually and he sauntered over to the liquor cabinet and began concocting his favorite stress-buster.

Cynthia shot one last worried look at Tina before getting up. "I'll start dinner."

An uneasy calm hovered over dinner that night, but Harold was too famished to notice. Both mother and daughter picked at their food and seemed lost in their thoughts. Harold finished quickly and then wandered out to read a book, as was his evening pastime. Tina helped her mother set the dishes into the dishwasher mostly in silence.

"I guess I'm not going to tell." she whispered. "But you gotta stop."

"I know, but I can't. I've tried, really tried, but it's like an addiction I can't shake off. Tomorrow we can talk more." Her mother tried to stay calm, but the silverware kept rattling in her hand.

Tina took them from her and placed them in the rack. They shook in her hand too.

That night Tina listened closely to the filtered sounds from her parent's adjacent bedroom. She heard the familiar, subtle noise of her mother and father fucking. Always before, after she was old enough to understand the noise, she had considered it their privilege. It was a privilege she had once anticipated for herself, but tonight the sounds assumed a sinister ring like a salesman selling used cars. Maybe there were terrible things that happened to people, like her mother, when they started having sex? She began crying. What was she going to do? How could she live knowing her mother was a slave to sex?

Almost without warning she noticed her hand was gently rubbing her crotch. She had masturbated for a couple years already, but she had never before acted so spontaneously. Tonight of all nights, the sudden need to rub her cunt surprised her. She wished she could just go to sleep, but her pussy seemed to ache for attention.

Tina sat up and slipped off her panties. They were almost soaked! Her cunt was pulsing and her clitoris was swollen and her nipples were as hard as wood. With one urgent hand she squeezed her ripe breasts while the other sought under her slip to prod two fingers into her seething gash. With her thumb she plucked at her begging clit.

"Ohhhh." She moaned softly. It felt amazing. She didn't even have to fantasize. A brief flash of a vision of the strange man's rigid cock distracted her for a second. Then she began to convulse with desire. Her fingers jerked in and out of her burning pussy, and they darted roughly against her flaming clit. Fingernails dug into her nipples. She remembered her mother's undulations in the lounge chair and her body began to mimic her memory.

Her hand now desperately flailed in her pussy lips, rubbing them like an exuberant hound's tongue. Oh god, it started feeling so good! Her cunt had never promised so much before. Tina fucked herself with her hand like a demented criminal. She squeezed her tits till they turned purple. A demonic force possessed her as she frenziedly pushed all four fingers and the tip of her thumb into her sweating cunt. "Oh, oh, oh!" She stuttered as she tightened every muscle in her body waiting for the pending, incredible orgasm her body needed to stay alive.

For a split second she saw her father's face ripe with lust, and then every circuit in her brain exploded. "Aaaahhhhhhhhh. Uuunngg. Ooooohhh, oooooo..." She kept pawing at her cunt, squeezing it and pinching it for pleasure, even after it began to hurt like needles. Bomb after bomb detonated inside her head. She couldn't see and she couldn't think. Her body had taken over. She thrashed upon her bed until her muscles couldn't twitch anymore.

It had been incredible! She had never experienced anything like it. It felt so overwhelming she was frightened, but she was suddenly so exhausted, as she tried to ponder what it all meant, she fell dead asleep.

Chapter Two

Morning arrived with too much sunshine. Tina stirred and tried to rise. Her body ached. She dizzily and painfully showered and dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning dream boat!" Her father greeted her cheerfully.

"Uh, hi dad." Tina looked for her mother, and winced as she sat down. Her buttocks were even sorer than the rest of her. "Where's mom?"

"She had to take some items to the dry cleaner. I guess it's cereal for breakfast again. I told her I didn't need my shirts until tomorrow, but she said she wouldn't be able to take them any other time."

A nervous thought penetrated Tina's curiosity. She wouldn't have! Tina tried to convince herself that her mother wasn't already with another man. The possibility seemed almost inhuman.

"Hey Dad. I-I don't feel like cereal. Why don't you go to work now and drop me off at the donut shop near the laundromat? I'll have mother take me to school.

"Now that's was I call a seriously spoiled idea. Great! You little nixie. We'll have to hurry to catch her." He winked and they stood up to leave.

During the drive, Tina's father kept trying to strike up a conversation, but she feigned hunger and kept her thoughts to herself. This was crazy she told herself, but she couldn't forget how desperate her mother had sounded the previous day.

Tina's father sighted their other car as they drove into the corner store's parking lot. Tina jumped out and blew her father a kiss. She ran into the donut shop and waited for his car to leave then she dashed over to the dry cleaners.

The sign said "Closed", but she noticed the door wasn't locked. Tina took a deep breath and sneaked in. A little bell announced her entry. A rustling sound emanating from the back stopped. She silenced the little brass bell and ducked behind the counter. After a pause the rustling started up again.

Tina crept to the short swinging counter door and opened it just far enough to peek in. Far in the back she noticed a few hanging garments gently dancing. She decided to creep in further. She hugged a wall as she crawled on her hands and knees trying to keep behind carts of clothes. As she peered around the third cart she made her discovery.

Her mother was kneeling, naked, in front of an old Chinese man. She was slowly sucking on his dick!

"Ahh, Mrs. Brady, you give such nice gift to old man on birthday. Wife bought me new laundry basket. Honorable son gave me bill for Visa card. Only you know heart's desire." The Asian fellow said gently. His pants were pulled briefly around his thighs and he lifted the front of his cotton shirt as Tina's mother filled her mouth with his dark penis. She stopped her tender sucking to reply.

"This isn't for your birthday, my friend. This is just a warm up. I've got the hottest pussy in the city to give you. Here, you can do anything you want with it. Happy Birthday!" Then Mrs. Brady turned around and lifted her tight ass for the old man's inspection.

He gasped. "Looks like I have present for you too!" He reached one hand in between her legs and began to jab three fingers into her anxious cunt.

"Oh god, yes! Play with my burning pussy. I'm so hot for you. Jam anything you want into me." Cynthia cried with lust.

"My, my. Mrs. Brady. I have hand inside you. You feel like boiling ocean. So hot. You scald my fingers. Best I put out fire." Saying that, the old man bent forward as he pulled his pulsing hand free, and right into her steaming cunt he blew lung-fulls of air.

Tina watched her mother shudder in delight. She was desperately trying to think of a way to stop this living nightmare, but her brain was clouded by the overwhelming sensuality of the two passionate people fucking right in front of her. She noticed her own body was curiously responding with a growing warm sensation just below her belly. Her own sex was becoming aroused! Tina panicked. She had to DO something.

The old man was straightening and had grasped his hardened penis as Tina crawled backwards out of the back area and into the entrance way. Just as the old man was about to thrust his prick into her mother's quivering cunt, Tina shook the door firmly. The bell rang loudly, and she stood up and hollered. "Mom, are you in here?"

There came from the back the sound of muffled cursing. A surprised answer followed. "Tina, is that you?" Her mother called. "I'll just be a second. What are you doing here?" Mrs. Brady's voice sounded edgy.

"What are you doing back there?" Tina asked, stifling her own anxiety.

"Uh, Mr. Chow is just showing me some special processes." The ruffling of clothing belied her words.

In a moment her mother appeared, the old man grim-faced behind. Their clothes were rumpled and Tina's mother's pantyhose displayed a wide run in them.

Anticipating an awkward discussion, Tina explained she needed to go to school. Her mother thanked the laundry man and then quietly apologized when she thought Tina's attention was on leaving.

The two women walked silently to their car. As soon as the doors were shut, Tina burst out. "Mother, how could you?"

"What?"

"I saw you and that old chink."

Mrs. Brady responded with a fierce slap to Tina's face.

"Don't you ever use that hateful word, young woman."

"Ow! You were going fuck him!" She accused blisteringly.

"I don't care if he was fucking you. If I ever hear you say that again, I'll kick your ass from here clear to back home. Do you understand me?" Her mother dared right back.

"No, I don't!" Tina yelled, and then she shook her head and looked down. "Okay, I shouldn't have said it. I'm so angry. How could you do it? I'm surprised everybody doesn't know you're such a slut." Tina braced for another slap.

"I deserve that, but don't blame my problem on the people I need to help me." Her mother responded. Hurt echoed in her voice.

"Mother, I'm begging you. Please stop it."

"I-I can't honey. I've tried. I've seen doctors and shrinks, and even confessed to a priest. Nothing can help me but a hard cock. You don't know how much I need them. I'm still terribly horny, Honey. Let me go back in there."

"No!" Tina begged, hoping to exert some influence. "It's not right. Mother, it's just not fair to daddy. I swear I'll tell him if you keep violating his trust."

Her mother recoiled at the desperate threat. "Honey, no. Don't ever tell him. I'll lose the only two things I've ever loved. You've got to understand. I'd go mad. I'd have nothing at all to hold me steady. The only thing that keeps my mind from dying from this crazy need is that I have you and your father to love."

"Mother, mother." Tina sobbed and buried her face into her mother's shoulder.

"Tina, please. Let me go." Mrs. Brady asked again as she hugged her daughter.

Tina suddenly stared into her mother's face horrified at the now clear unrelenting desire driving her mother into such a trapped existence. A terrible idea struck her, and she could only continue to stare into her mother's pleading eyes as she struggled to decide.

"Okay." Tina agreed with agonizing difficulty. "But...!" She began to marshal her courage.

"Huh?" Her mother responded warily?

"You have to take me with you." Tina finished speedily.

"What?"

"Mother. You have no control. Just look at yourself. If a man popped out from the back seat with a chain saw you'd beg him to fuck you before he sawed your head off. You need someone who can keep you from making really stupid mistakes. You need someone to protect you. And you need someone to cover for you. If you keep going like this you're bound to be discovered, or worse, killed!"

"No. No. I can handle it just fine. That's a terrible idea."

"You sound like an alcoholic. You're sick mother. Sex doesn't eat your liver or your brain, but if you keep your habit up, it'll damage you in the end."

"But I've managed this far."

"No you haven't. What about me? If you've done so well, how come I have to deal with your problem?"

"Tina. You don't know what you're saying."

"Y-yes, ulp, I-I think I do. I just don't want you to get hurt. If I have to watch you fuck ten men a day, I would if it meant dad and I would never lose you."

"But you have school, and people might get even more suspicious."

"Yeah, well I haven't worked everything out yet, but if you have to go back in there, then I'm going with you." Tina said with finality.

Her mother hemmed and hawed. She was struggling with herself, but the burning glow in her eyes and even the noticeable odor of her lubricating cunt foretold her conclusion. "Okay. But let ME explain it to Mr. Chow. He's a very good man."

Tina gritted her teeth and agreed. What was she getting herself into?

They entered the shop together. The annoying bell clanged almost like a warning. Together they waited with uncertain faces for Mr. Chow to look up.

"Yes, Mrs. Brady. What is it? Is there no school today? Did you give me right instructions for Mr. Brady's shirts?" The old man was shaking slightly as if he had caught their awkwardness.

"Uh, Mr. Chow..." Tina's mother began as she flipped the "Open" sign to "Closed" and also threw the door's dead bolt. "We have to talk." She walked unsteadily through the counter door and signaled for Tina and Mr. Chow to follow her.

"Uh yes, right away." Mr. Chow replied, sweat appearing on his wrinkled brow.

As the three met in the open space in the rear of the shop Mrs. Brady suddenly turned to Mr. Chow and told him. "My daughter has come to apologize for rudely interrupting us earlier."

"Uh, no, Mrs. Brady. I-I not offended." The Chinese man glanced nervously at Tina.

"No sir, she was very naughty to have bothered us. Isn't that right Tina?" Cynthia Brady looked at her nervous daughter.

"Uh, yes. That's right. I'm terribly sorry for interrupting. Please accept my apology."

"What?" The old man asked confused.

"For her punishment, I have told her to wait here perfectly still and silent while we are able to finish what I had promised you." As Tina's mother finished her last words she reached under her dress and pulled her pantyhose and underwear all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of them purposefully kicking off her shoes. Her glazed eyes never left the suddenly nervous shop keeper.

"I-I don't know..." he began.

"Come on now. It's your birthday after all. Just ignore her and I'll do everything I did before and better." She continued to disrobe by pulling her dress over her head. Only her tits were covered by a doily like brassier. "Remember these?" She cupped one of her firm, veiled breasts with a hand and shook it playfully at the old man now sweating profusely. "How can you forget what they tasted like?" She stepped right in from of him and placed his shuddering hand on her tit. "Oh, please touch me again."

Mr. Chow took one last look at Tina and then rooted his attention on her mother's bulging tits. He grabbed the first with a rush but his other hand caught the second tenderly. He squeezed them as Cynthia moaned in tortured eagerness. The old man stretched and kissed her full lips. His mouth planted slow kisses down her neck, and as he began to slobber on the white cotton bra, he reached between her heaving tits and unclasped the intruding garment. As the frilly underwear fell away he captured one of the large soft globes in his mouth and sucked noisily. Cynthia held his head to her chest with one hand and her other hand reached inside the old man's pants.

"It's still hard, you sly old goat!" She whispered delightedly into his ear. "Are you hard for me?...for your birthday present?"

"Mmmm-hummm." The man continued to noisily suck on her nipples.

"Ohhh, that's nice." Tina's mother rewarded Mr. Chow's enthusiasm by gently rubbing his dick inside his pants. "Mr. Chow, I'm so hot for you too. Touch my pussy, please."

Tina stood totally flabbergasted by her mother's instantaneous change from concerned mother to wanton slut. Yesterday's accidental interruption and her curious intrusion earlier led her to believe she could handle the worst of her mother's dementia, but she had never witnessed her actual transformation. Watching her own mother fall into disgusting disgrace both sickened her and heightened her need to take care of her. The scene drained her thoughts, but her emotions raged against each other. She shook her head slowly. How much of her life could she spend 'helping' her mother? The obscenity, yet the desperation of the situation baffled her.

Mr. Chow did indeed move one hand from Cynthia's fat breasts. He poked it daringly between her muscular thighs. Tina's mother opened her legs as matter of course. She leaned over the shorter man trying to push his pants down farther as she rhythmically pumped his rock hard oriental shaft of joy. Both had left, on the floor with their clothes, any notice of the young daughter in attendance. They toyed with each other's private places building up their mutual need until neither could stand the fondling and petting and sucking and jacking anymore.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" Tina's mother panted. She pulled the old man's head off her chest, turned swiftly around, and leaned over a fat cart of dirty clothes. She wriggled her butt inviting him to enter her from behind. "Please, please."

Mr. Chow wasted no time. He stepped out of his pants and pulled off his shirt. Immediately he grabbed his reddened dick and held her bouncing buns open as he jabbed its length between them.

"Ahhh, now force me with it. Force me with your fucking cock. Press it in. Ram it. Dammit! Oh, yes, Jab it all the way in!" She begged and begged.

Mr. Chow dutifully complied. He shot his cock forward, slapping her butt with his thighs. Pulling back swiftly, he rammed it in again. Then grabbing the sides of her ass tightly he began a fierce tug of war with her butt.

Tina's imagination and curiosity woke her from her conundrum. Just where was the old oriental's prick, in her pussy or her asshole? From her angle she couldn't be sure, but from the desperate look on her mother's face it didn't seem to matter. To Tina's mind though it certainly did. Did her mother need sex so much she would take a man in her ass? She had to know.

She shuffled quietly around to the other side of the humping dry cleaner. She could have been playing the tuba, for all the notice they gave her. Both were grunting like animals and spending all of their energies trying to maximize the strength of the man's cock thrusting into the woman's body. But where was he thrusting? Tina's face was barely a yard from the man's sweating body and she still couldn't see. She noticed her mother's hand was also working between her legs, and she moved closer to her mother and knelt down, peering closely at their coupling.

Her mother's hand was feverishly rubbing and pinching the clitoral folds of her pussy, and directly behind her passionate self abuse, a pulsing red shaft ground its puffy head into her mother's juicy, hot cunt. Tina involuntarily exhaled her held breath. Then startling her, she heard her mother's voice whisper to her.

"I love you Tina. Kiss me. Let me know you still love me."

Before she realized it, Tina spun around and she hugged her mother's naked, rocking back, and she pressed her lips boldly upon her mother's. "Oh, I do. I always will." She choked back her tears as their lips parted.

Her mother shook her body rippling a tremor of ecstasy throughout. Her eyes shut completely, and she began to wail like a witch. "Aaahhhh, yes YES! Ooooohhh. Uuuunng." Her body convulsed for several seconds, as Mr. Chow continued to force his dick into her burning body. His grunting was earnest but modest in comparison, and he clamped his teeth together forming a grimace of his internal lust. Cynthia stared blankly at her daughter as the oriental shopkeeper continued to plug her sensitized cunt with his meat. She saw the growing look of fascination on her own daughter's face, and she smiled.

"Oh, I cum now. I cumming. Oh." was all the old man said, and he shivered and stepped side to side then froze every part of his body except for his perfectly timed thrusting. "Unnn, uuh. Ahhhhhh." His twitching butt slowed, and he sank on top of Mrs. Brady's glossy backside.

Tina felt suddenly, terribly obvious. She backed away behind racks of clothes and fled to the outside of the counter. She shook her head trying to rid it of its renewed deliberation. There must be something she could do.

Behind her keys rattled, and the door lock twisted open. She looked to the door and saw Mrs. Chow step in with a bundle of laundry and remove the keys from the lock. "Hello." she said cheerfully. "Have you been helped?"

Tina thought quickly. "Uh yes. My mother and Mr. Chow are, uh, just finishing up a little, uh, business. Uh, how are you?" she replied.

She was able to keep the old woman present with a stream of small talk, and soon thereafter her mother reappeared, freshly dressed, with Mr. Chow.

"Oh, and I wanted no starch in Mr. Brady's shirts, okay? And happy birthday too. Lovely day Mrs. Chow, isn't it?" Cynthia led her daughter past the smiling laundry woman and to their car.

They drove in silence to Tina's school, and her mother wrote a brief note of excuse. As she got out of the car Tina said. "I-if anything, uh, happens today, you'll call me, okay?"

"I can't take you out of the middle of school."

"You promised, mother. We have a deal, and that means anything goes. If I hadn't been there, maybe Mrs. Chow would have found you. You need me, promise me you'll call."

"Okay. I'll call." Her mother soberly promised. "But, maybe I won't need to. Mr. Chow gave me something really good. I'm still tingling. Please baby, don't worry too much. I'll be fine. I promise."

Chapter Three

Tina's shut the door and reentered her old, now seemingly unremarkable life.

Her mother did not call, and as soon as the bell rang the end of the day she rushed out of school and headed home. Her jump start was halted at the school grounds' fence, when she suddenly ran into Herbert.

"Hi Tina, I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up yesterday. Band practice held over too long. By the time they quit y-you had left. Are you mad?"

"What?" Tina said interrupted from her direct journey home. "Oh, of course I'm not mad at you. You just made a mistake, that's all." She said this with full sincerity. Over the past twenty four hours, her understanding of relationships had been permanently shattered. Whatever her boyfriend had done, be it mild or malodorous, paled in comparison to her recent experience.

"Oh good. I wish I could have warned you. Uh, can I make it up to you? I could take you out to dinner tonight." He asked in his meek, charming way.

"We'll maybe we shouldn't..." she started, and then she paused to consider. She really did like Herbert. If he had been faithful then she ought not to condemn him and her to separate just because she felt she had to spend every minute watching over her mother. "... but, okay. Pick me up at six-thirty okay? I can't be out late at all tonight though, alright?"

"Gee, that's just terrific. I'm going right home and get ready." He hugged her and kissed her briefly. "See you!"

"Later Herb." She smiled back, somewhat cheered. The boy probably had been kept in band class. Tina continued her original route.

She approached her home with new precaution. There were no strange cars outside. She opened the door noisily and announced loudly, "I'm home, mom!"

"What are you shouting about?" Her mother replied from the nearby kitchen. "I'm troubled, but not deaf."

"Oh, nothing. Herbert's taking me out to dinner tonight." Tina went straight to her mother.

"That's good. You need to get out of the house. I know I'm causing you too much worry, I just wish you wouldn't."

"Yeah, right mom. Do you know the half of it?"

"Well, I guess not." Her mother looked sad, knowing she had, in a serious way, failed her daughter. "I've been thinking, wondering actually. How did you feel, being there, this morning? Wasn't it terrible for you?"

"Yes mother, it was awful. I'll never understand, but do you realize the danger you're putting yourself in?"

"No." Cynthia admitted freely. "When I'm in that state I don't think of anything at all, just desperate for sex. I can't imagine what I look like, but you saw it today, all of me, every nook and cranny. You heard every foul word. You saw my darkest life. How can you even stand to look at me?" She was in tears.

"Aw, mom, i-it wasn't unbearable. You needed somebody. I know it now. That's why I kissed you." Tina went to her mother and hugged her.

"You did?" Her mother barely spoke aloud.

"Huh?"

"It was nothing. I'm so overwhelmed you can still love me. I know I'd die if you didn't understand. You're father will be here soon. I'm glad you're going out tonight, but soon I'll need somebody again. I promise you Tina, I'll let you know."

"Yes, I'm sure." Tina added her tears to her mother's.

They wept together for a while then they began preparing the meal for two. Afterward, Tina went and dressed for Herbert.

"Hulloo, my dearest daughter." Her father hugged her blithely as she returned to the living room. "All dressed up? Are you taking me out tonight?" He winked.

"I'm your only daughter, dad. In fact, I'm your only child, and no, mother is taking you in tonight. I'm getting out of your way."

"Are you sure you're my only offspring? I'm not even sure."

"Yeah, yeah, make jokes. How was your day?"

"The company is a bastard child and I'm a son of a bitch. We have reason to get along. You and your mother won't starve this winter as least."

"Ooo, mighty hunter make big kill?" Tina asked, her eyes twinkling.

"We may have to expand the larder, yes."

"That's great dad! Tomorrow you can take both of us out."

"Oh yeah? Women! They'll chain a man to their pleasures until he runs dry." Mr. Brady laughed.

The metaphor Tina heard quickly dampened her spirits. "Uh, yeah. I guess so. I-I'm glad you had a great day." She feigned her former cheer.

Fortunately, a car blasted its horn outside.

"Darn those kids, can't they muster the will to meet a girl's folks once in a while?" Tina's dad cursed humorously.

"Gotta go, dad. Love you." Tina kissed her father and ran outside. She hopped into Herbert's miraculously surviving VW Bug and waved goodbye at her house.

"Drive on Herbert, my dad may get his shotgun."

"What?" The easily startled Herbert gasped?

"Go, silly go."

Herbert nervously floored the accelerator and promptly stalled the Bug. "Oh, shit. Sorry." He restarted the engine and they haltingly rode up to speed.

"Burgers okay?" Herbert asked in his usual brief way.

"Uh, sure. Whatever." Tina absentmindedly bit her nails.

They drove on. Tina was thinking she should say something about Anna. She knew it was silly, but she new that bitch hated her too. Herbert was a good boy, kinda dull, but didn't pressure her either. Anything she did made him the happiest sophomore in the world. She liked that kind of compliment.

"Herbert?" She started.

"Yes, my bright little garden flower?" He said sincerely.

"What?" Tina asked startled. Herbert never said anything romantic!

"Uh, I called you a little flower. Did I say something wrong?" He immediately took the defensive.

"No silly, that was nice. I like you, Herbert." She quickly kissed his cheek, and he blushed almost until he was purple. "I was going to ask if you knew Anna Wyse."

"Uh... uh - no!" Herbert jumped in his seat at her question, and Tina's heart suddenly sank.

"Herbert!" She cried, louder than she expected. "Why are you acting guilty? Do you know her?"

"Uh... y-yes." He dropped his head and admitted it, again guiltily. "I saw her yesterday. I'm so sorry. It was awful!"

"Herbert. Stop the car. Pull over right now!" Tina shouted. She was too angry to be merely upset at him and simply make him driver her home immediately. "You're going to tell me everything."

"Can't we just get some burgers?" He whined miserably.

"Now Herbert, or I'm going back home."

"Okay." He pulled off the road on a dirt patch near some trees. Night had completely fallen, and after he shut the engine off and doused the headlights, only the interior light illuminated the cab. "Where should I begin?" He asked meekly.

He had to tell her everything. "At the beginning, Herbert, and don't 'forget' anything. What did you do?"

"Well, I was late for band practice. I was. Really. She was waiting for me outside the door. She said 'hello', and I nodded back.

"Well, she followed me for a second as I headed for my car, then she asked me to follow her. Well, she told me really. I thought if I didn't I was going to get into trouble. She led me to some bleachers, and went under them. It was kinda dark, and I really didn't want to go in there, because there were probably spiders and worse in there. But she demanded that I go. Well. I didn't. Maybe she had some of her football friends in there and they were going to beat me up. Then she said that some of her friends were waiting on top of the bleachers and they would beat me up if I didn't go in. Gosh, Tina, I really didn't want to." Herbert interrupted himself.

"Okay, Herbert. Then what." Tina was surprised at her calmness. The boy was a total nerd. Maybe she didn't like him. No. She did. She was afraid she was going to have to kill him, though.

"We'll I went in, and I found her sitting on a crossbeam. She was looking down at me, giggling. 'Well, what are you going to do now stupid?' I looked around, but I didn't see anything to giggle about. 'Huh?' I asked.

'Gee, your really are dense. Look up here.' She opened her legs above me, and I saw it. She wasn't wearing, uh, she didn't have any, uh, er..." He stuttered.

"Go on." Tina spurred him, not terribly suspensed.

"... she didn't have any underwear." He whispered. "The light was dim, but I could see... everything. I froze. I didn't know what to do. I said. 'I better go home.' She called me a little shit head, and I wanted to run, but then she said. 'Does Tina have one of these?' She asked it like an insult. 'Do you want to touch it to make sure you know what it is?' She dared me. Gosh, I was so angry I said 'Yeah.' I'm sorry Tina, I don't know what came over me. I was terrible."

"No, Herbert, that's all right. What happened next? I want to hear everything."

Herbert visibly gulped. "Well, she said I could only touch her if I wasn't queer. She said I had to prove myself first. God, how I hate her! I opened my pants. If she could, then I wasn't going to back down. I'm sorry."

"What happened Herbert? Tell me."

"Well, she laughed. She just sat up there and laughed. She said I was a toy balloon without any air. Then she called out to her friends. I tried to put my pants back together, but I was so miserable and confused, I jammed the zipper. Three guys dropped down from the bleachers and started laughing. 'Look at the empty weenie. Look at the empty weenie.' I just buttoned my top button and ran. They just laughed. I'm a jerk, Tina. I'm sorry. I should just take you home."

"You are a jerk." Tina said deliberately. Then she cuffed him playfully. "You're a funny kind of jerk. I don't hate you, Herbert. Just don't ever do that again!"

"Are you kidding? I couldn't even face her again. I didn't even want to go to school again. I was so stupid!"

"Stop kicking yourself." She grabbed him. "Herbert, it' okay. I forgive you." She told him then her face turned dark. "I just want to know how that bitch gets off trying to say I don't have a cunt!"

"Huh?" Herbert recoiled at the word 'cunt'. Tina ignored his shyness. She was just gearing up.

"Herbert, if you ever want to see a cunt. You ask me, okay? You're my property. I suffer your endearing stupidity happily, because I know you're a good guy. If I catch that creep trying to say I'm some idiot virgin I'll paste her ass to the floor tiles." Tina didn't even notice how hard she was grabbing Herbert. He winced, but she kept squeezing him like a doll. Neither did she realize where she was leading and what was driving her. All Tina could see was that cunt's face, Anna, and how she wanted to drive her fist through it. Finally she desisted, and released Herbert, but an odd calm had draped across her.

"Herbert?" She asked blankly.

"Huh?" He replied from a cringe.

"Do you want to see my cunt?" Tina needed to know right then.

"Uh, you mean... you? Here? Right now?" He gulped.

"Yes Herbert. Am I less attractive than Anna?" She started to glare.

"No!" He exclaimed nervously. She took that as a yes to her previous question.

"Here, it's true. I am a virgin. I never gave it a damn thought." Tina wasn't nervous. She was mad. Mad at Anna, even somewhat mad at Herbert. She unclasped her jeans and pulled down the zipper. "I'll show you." She said to no one in particular.

"Tina, uh, are you sure? Maybe we should wait. Maybe when we're both calm." Herbert tried to reason with her.

"Of course not. You're my boyfriend. You're entitled. I'm going to show you I have a cunt, then it's your turn." She began shoving her tight jeans down her shapely legs. "Nobody's going to make a fool of my boyfriend."

"My turn?" Herbert started looking pale.

"Yes. That's your punishment. I'm not going strip with you fully clothed. It just isn't right. Now get moving." Tina got her pants down to her ankles and she hoisted her butt off the seat so she could start on her fresh white cotton panties. Even in the crude interior light, Herbert could see hints of dark curls behind the flimsy fabric. He gulped again and looked nervously around outside the car. He had taken a little known shortcut and no one was around, just his luck. He miserably began fumbling with his trouser button, for the second time in two days.

Tina started to really realize what she was doing. She wasn't sure how far she was going, but she knew she had committed herself. She took her first nervous look at Herbert in the car trying now to unzip his corduroy pants. He seemed resigned to her command. The thought amused her. Nah, Herbert wasn't her toy. He was just a good boy in unfamiliar circumstances, and she saw he was following her orders because he really trusted her. It gave her a good, warm feeling. She thought at first she wasn't really aroused, just angry, but in the space of a few moments, she was feeling kind of excited. This was her first time with anybody, and for some reason, Herbert seemed like just the right person.

"Here goes!" She said playfully dragging her simple briefs down her cramped legs complete with grunted bump and grind music. "Am I a slut yet?" She announced, smiling down at her own furry triangle.

"Don't say that word." Herbert said plainly. He had his pants down too, but inside his jockey short a stiff rod poked up like a tent pole.

Tina would have answered him right away, but the sight of his boner interrupted her. "Uh, what? Slut? It's just a word."

"No it isn't and neither are you. You're perfect." Herb had found some backbone, but his eyes were glued to her young pussy.

"Thanks Herbert, but I'm far from perfect. Yourself, however, are looking pretty good." That was a guaranteed blush. It left him red for the next three minutes, silent too. "From what I can tell you have nothing to laugh at. You're stalling."

"Uh, really? Do I have to? I'm really not over yesterday yet."

Tina smiled and brushed her cunt hairs with the back of her hand. "You see this. Herbert?" She asked openly and he nodded, his dick twitched noticeable and he blushed again. "Do you ever want to see it again?" She teased. "Get moving. I told you I can't stay out late."

Herbert simply nodded, his eyes started to bother her with their vacuous admiration, but he edged the sturdy elastic band down the length of his full cock. Two hairy balls tumbled out as he pushed the manly garment down his thighs and over his knees. He stopped then, like a robot, still staring at her vee, with patches of deep red covering his face and neck.

"Herbert. You have a beautiful cock!" Tina felt she needed to reassured him and she didn't have to lie either. She leaned over the stick shift and kissed him fully on the lips. His lips were soft and warm and she let her mouth caress them for a moment. Herbert came out of his trance and awkwardly hugged her. He gave his best kiss back.

"Mmmmm. That's nice Herbert. Let's just forget about yesterday and concentrate on right now."

"Uh, yeah. Oh yes Tina. I-I love you." He held her with perfectly still arms waiting for her response.

"Herbert, I like you too." She hugged him back. She pulled back a space, wanting to take a second look at his cock. It was nice. It was full and erect and it looked clean and ready. Tina knew the sight of it was turning her on. That was normal, she told herself. She smiled up at Herbert. "Can I touch it?"

"Uh-uh, okay. I guess so." Red deepened in his cheeks again, but she could tell he was flattered.

Tina reached slowly for the warm, almost glowing, shaft. Her index finger touched it just for a second. Then her second finger and third touched it and she slid them down its suitable length. "D-do you like that?" She wondered carefully.

"K-kinda, yeah, uh-huh."

"Do y-you want to t-touch me?" Tina asked nervously, her bravado failing. She didn't know what she would do if he said no.

"Uh-uh, yeah, can I?"

"Of course, silly." She breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm made for that. I'd really like you to. I like your cock. It feels real nice." With her fingers she had gripped it lightly and begun to stroke it, in the same way she had seen her mother that morning. For a moment the scene erupted into her consciousness overwhelming her senses until Herbert's nervous hand touched her smooth thigh. At that moment she knew she was no different than her mother.

"Touch me Herbert. Please. Put your hand here into my hair." She guided him with her free hand as her other absentmindedly began to pump his bulging cock faster. "There, oh yes, right there. That's my clit Herbert it feels on me what your cock feels.

"Y-yes. I know." Herbert wasn't ignorant, just naive. He began to fondle her moistening cleft with awkward but satisfactory probing. Tina turned almost her full attention to his cock again except for the faint, delightful sensations building in her warm pussy.

It was terribly cramped in his car, but their rising need blotted out all but the most inconvenient situations. Occasionally a car passed them, its headlights exposing their positions for just a second before it turned around the corner. They learned to ignore them as their foreplay doused them in the pleasures of sex.

Herbert found her secret passage and began to flick at its entrance. "Please Herbert, stick me with your finger." She had sunk so low in his lap engrossed with his twitching member she almost spoke into his cock's head. Herbert's breath came short he was already in the throws of an initial orgasm. Still he asked her.

"Maybe we should stop."

"I can't Herbert. I need you." Saying it finally, she knew how desirous she had slowly become. Without asking she bent the remaining distance and swallowed his meaty cock into her gullet.

"Tina!" Herbert cried in shock. "Oh, Tina, what are you doing? Tina, Oh God, Tina. Th-tha-that's amazing!" He unknowingly pumped his fingers into her eager cunt with strength, and Tina gasped as she sucked steadily on his urgent cock. Her own cunt was responding as she watched herself gobble Herbert's manly root. She couldn't believe it. She was sucking a cock, just like her mother had! She would do anything for Herbert if he just kept poking her now aching cunt.

"Tina, your p-pussy is gushing like a river. Oh, that feels so good! I-I can feel myself... " Herbert tightened before his orgasm. His fingers stopped cold, but Tina's passion drove her to finish what she had begun. The fire in her cunt only increased as Herbert's dick wriggled involuntarily and began to spit warm, salty cum into her mouth. Without even asking herself if she wanted to she began to swallow every pulse. Her mouth was glued to his prick until every drop gushing out was sucked down her throat.

Herbert gasped and moaned. He somehow managed to begin porking her again, but Tina was too aware of her need. It would not be enough. She continued to suck his shrinking tool and she simply enjoyed the feelings he was giving her. In one way he had truly satisfied her, yet in another, she would have to wait for fulfillment.

"That was wonderful Herbert. You are a good lover." She raised her head and kissed him sweetly. "Come on honey. I need to get back home." She held his hand tenderly for a moment then struggled to restore her clothes.

"Uh, gosh, you were terrific Tina. I-I could still buy you dinner." Herbert didn't move. He just stared confused into her eyes.

"No. Thank you. I just had the best meal imaginable." She smiled. "Put your clothes on." Herbert complied in utter embarrassment. He got the car started and drove her back home.

"When might you have time to go to a movie or something?" He asked her as she was getting ready to leave.

"Well, I don't know. What did you want to see exactly?" Tina teased him. Herbert showed he hadn't lost his blush with his virginity. "Oh, maybe in a couple days." She interrupted his embarrassed moment. "I have some important stuff to do at home for a while. Just call me, and I'll try to break free. Okay?"

"Uh, sure. Maybe this Saturday?" He approached.

"Perhaps. You are a dear." She said not committing herself as she got out of the car. "And Herbert... " She paused to look at him.

"Yes?"

"Buy some condoms." She smiled once more and then traipsed lightly to her house. Several moments passed before Herbert recovered his attention to drive away.

Chapter Four

Tina wasn't sure how long she had been gone. She didn't wear a watch. Her first sexual encounter could have lasted minutes or hours. Just to be sure she wasn't intruding on her folks, she once more opened the front door with noisy fanfare. She peeked in but the living room was empty. She entered, locked the door and headed for her room. There was a little unfinished business she wanted to attend to.

"Tina!" Her mother exclaimed from the stairwell. "I'm so glad you're back. I don't know if I could stand to wait another moment." She wore a long coat and was holding her purse.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Tina looked around. "Where's father?"

"He was called away. There was some emergency concerning his new deal. I've been frantic. We were just about to..." Cynthia omitted the verb clause. "... w-when the phone rang. I told him not to pick it up, but he said he expected a confirmation call. When he said he had to leave, I took the phone myself and told his boss what rotten timing some people had. I'm afraid I didn't win any points with either of them."

"Mother. It's okay. Are you real bad off?" Tina held her mother's shoulders.

"Yes, desperately." She looked at her daughter with perfect intensity.

"A-alright." Tina gulped. "What d-do we do?"

"There's a place on the other side of town. W-will you go with me?" She asked nervously.

"Yes, of course. Shouldn't I change first?"

"We don't have time." Her mother turned toward the door and went to unlock it. Tina hurried after her.

They were in the car, heading away as fast as Mrs. Brady trusted the cops to allow. Printed speed signs were ignored. Tina, aware of her own unfulfilled need, studied her mother and prayed she would never feel that desperate. She hung on to her seat belt shoulder strap as the car swerved past slower vehicles. It took about a half hour to drive across town. It was about nine-thirty when they pulled up at a conservative looking dance bar. 'Smokey Joe's Cocktail Club' she read from the flickering neon sign. Her mother pulled to a stop with a jerk and cut the engine. She gave Tina one brief glance of unspoken thanks then proceeded out of the car to the bar. Tina steeled her nerves and waited until her mother had entered the lounge before she started for it.

As she opened the door the musk of stale cigarettes permeated her nose, choking her somewhat. The lights were dim inside and the dull strains of Muzak existed for an excuse for the few couples to dance close together. She looked for her mother as she stepped inside and tried to halt a spasm of coughing. Cynthia Brady was standing at the bar, already engaged in conversational laughter with a few men who still were able notice her beautiful figure. The couple women at the bar were both older and uglier and even the men hanging with them wanted to pay more attention to the newcomer.

Tina found a safe, isolated spot to watch her mother perform the rules of engagement to cheat on her husband. She thought about the word cheat. Her mother had no desire to be with anyone but her husband, but her body drove her to seek sex with other men. One husband could not satisfy her constant need for sex without being driven to divorce. Tina had no doubt her mother was using her husband as much as she could without completely freaking him out. They had sex almost every night, but her mother needed it several times a day. Tina dared not try to count the number of men that had passed through her mother's cunt. That impossibly large number boggled her ability to remember her mother was ill.

While her mother was still interviewing the bar crowd, Tina watched the listless dancers shuffle passionlessly together. They might kiss or even fondle each other, but none had any heart for their actions. The place was a thoroughly depressing dive that served cheap sexual encounters with the liquor. Life here was as meaningless and tawdry as the high alcohol gives. Tina wanted to slink away and never return. She dutifully waited for her mother to decide.

It seemed at last Cynthia had found a candidate and proceeded to the exit where Tina waited. The man was about her mother's height, possibly younger and seemed to walk without any ill effects from his drinking. As they approached, her mother seemed puzzled. Possibly she didn't know what to say about her daughter being there. When the two met her, her mother stopped the man and introduced them.

"Susan, this is Jeff. Jeff here says he can offer me some special music to listen to at his place nearby. Jeff this is Susan. She's the daughter of a friend I said I would bring home earlier this evening. Do you have a place she could sit and watch TV while I listen to your music?"

"Uh..." The man pondered the ramifications of having to put up with a teenager. Tina couldn't help but notice his eyes run up and down her whole body before he brightened said. "Sure Linda, if she doesn't mind the noise. My apartment has very thin walls." Tina felt incredibly cheap and her stomach even churned at the thought of her mother wanted a man of such low regard. No doubt in this place there were no better choices.

"I-I'll be okay. Thanks, but I will have to get home sometime soon."

"Maybe we should drop her off before?" Jeff suggested.

"Not possible. She lives too far away. Can't we just listen for a little while, together?" Mrs. Brady asked huskily and she stroked his arm romantically.

"Oh, okay baby, but you should really stay for the whole collection."

"Maybe some other time." Cynthia flashed her eyebrows stupidly, and Tina knew there would no other time for this loser. "Jeff says he walked here so we'll drive him to his place." Cynthia explained, and then they left the obscene lounge and began driving to his place.

Tina sat in the back seat of their large American car. She peeked once into the front, and saw that her mother was already stroking the man's thighs. Then she turned her head away and looked out the rear window. She tried to think of Herbert but she kept thinking of her mother reaching into Jeff's pants to pet his stupid prick. At the thought, Jeff seemed to gasp slightly then cooed under his breath. Tina's stomach churned a little more. Worse, she wished she had been able to cum earlier. Her own teased pussy was starting to throb for comfort. Maybe she could masturbate later in the back seat of the car when mother took her home. She could say she was sleepy and lie down in the back and rub herself through her pants. It had worked before.

They pulled up to the apartment complex and parked. It was run down in a neighborhood where its depressed character seemed to be the norm. A couple black guys were hanging out with a Hispanic woman who seemed to be well in charge of the action and was probably going to charge plenty for it. Tina tried to make a joke to herself about how much money her mother could have made but she ended up choking on near tears and the residual smoke in her throat.

"What an interesting place you have, Jeff. I can hardly wait." Tina's mother continued to play the idiot sexpot.

"Yeah, well the neighborhood has seen hard times, but you don't have anything to worry about while I'm with you. I understand these people." Jeff hurried out of the car and opened Mrs. Brady's door for her. As she stepped out Jeff caught her around the waist and walked her to the steps.

"Right," Tina thought, "you're just as much of a low-life as your neighbors."

"Come on, Susan. I have soda upstairs. Would you like a soda when you watch TV?"

"Sure, why not." Tina got out and followed them at a distance. She certainly didn't want to wait in the car. Not in that neighborhood.

They climbed the stairs past the entrance gate to his door. He fumbled with his keys, possibly indicating his lack of sobriety, and finally opened it.

The man's place was a dump. It reeked of old socks, and a stopped up sink, and all manner of cheap living. The rooms were filled with papers, and magazines, mostly dirty, and empty beer cans and wine cooler bottles.

"Uh, the maid, uh, couldn't make it today." Jeff lied miserably.

"That's okay. I like the lived-in look. Lead me to your stereo." Stepping in, Tina's mother urged the jerk to get on with it.

"It's in the bedroom. Susan, you can watch the TV. Here's the remote. You needn't bother us, I-I mean disturb us. You wouldn't want to interrupt Linda's musical enjoyment. Anything you find in the fridge is fair game. We should be out in a little while."

"Yeah, right. Thanks. I won't be any trouble."

"That's sweet Susan. Oh thank you Jeff. Now tell me again about this German composer..." Cynthia led her mark into the other room and closed the door behind them.

Tina did turn on the TV, and she tried to find something in the refrigerator to drink, but the smell emitting from it acted as a barrier. Tina figured her mother was going to give Jeff a quick fuck and get out of there as quickly as possible. She sat in the beat up, stinking lounge chair and tried to focus on the TV program. It was really dull.

Nearby, she could hear the sounds of rustling clothes and sheets and the squeaking of bedsprings. In one sense that was something she did not want to see, but in another sense, she very much wanted to keep track of her mother. What was happening in there? What did it take to go to a lousy place like this to fuck an even worse person? Whatever it was, her mother had it bad.

Suddenly Tina heard yelling from the other room. "You jerk! You drunken idiot! How could you? How dare you lose it? You sniveling creep. Get that back up. Get that back up now!" Her mother's voice sailed above the TV.

"Mother?" Tina quickly ran to the door and knocked. "Uh, er Linda? Are you okay in there?"

"S-stay the hell out." Jeff answered in a strangely anguished voice.

"Oh, god dammit, the fool lasted less than a minute." Cynthia's voice sounded full of resentment. "You owe me, mister. Now get that thing working again!"

"Stay away from me bitch! Get out of here. Both of you. Now!"

"Are you kidding? I'm here for the full symphony, remember? All I've heard so far was a pitch pipe."

Tina knew what had happened. Jeff had cum too quickly for even her mother to climax, and her mother was probably pretty proficient. Her mother must be in a rage by now, and her voice bespoke that rage.

"Just give me your cock, dammit. I need it!"

"No. Get out of here. Stay away from me." Jeff ordered unconvincingly. "You're a devil woman. Get out!"

Tina was at such a loss. How could this be happening? Her mother sounded like she was going to rape him. "Uh, Jeff. Don't fight her. She, uh, needs her medication. Humor her. She won't hurt you. I swear. Just relax and you'll be fine. Otherwise, you can never tell. She's never killed anyone, but it's not worth risking your life for modesty."

"Modesty?" Jeff yelped. "Can't you get her some medication?"

"Jeff, just let me have your cock. I won't hurt you if you just let me touch it." Tina noticed her mother's voice had changed as if she was playing along with Tina's lame excuse.

"Uh, maybe in the car. Just don't excite her any further." Tina tried to assuage the man's new fears.

"Ulp!" Jeff's gulp was audible outside the bedroom. "Get it. Quick!"

"Okay." Tina pretended to go out the door, but she kept listening just inside the apartment.

"There. Now that's more like it. Let Linda take care of your little problem. Then you can take care of my big one." There was a slight smacking sound on the other side of the door.

Tina waited for several minutes. It seemed to take forever. Eventually she heard her mother grow angry again.

"Damn. What did you drink? This thing won't budge. What kind of man are you?"

"Oh, god. Don't hurt me. It's not my fault."

"You shit-faced wimp. I'm dying. Oh, dammit, suck on my cunt. Second best will have to do."

"Where is that stupid girl?" Jeff asked too loudly.

"Shut up about her and suck this. You owe me."

"Y-yes, of course." A lewd slurping sound soon followed the man's reply.

Tina began to worry. If she didn't come up with some pills, he might be too worried to fuck her mother. Tina had already long forgotten her guilt about the nature of her mother's deed. It had already become an item of survival. Helping her mother was all she cared about now. She decided to go into the room.

First she went into the bathroom and grabbed a couple aspirin. Then, before she could back out, she opened it and slipped inside. There, in the middle of a filthy room filled with dirty clothes her mother lay upon a rumpled and stained queen sized bed. Her legs were spread wide, and she held the jerk's head down between her thighs. Her eyes where closed, but she grimaced as she realized that her daughter was again witnessing her humiliation. The urge to cum was too great for her to pay her daring daughter any attention.

"Uh, don't stop, Mr. Maybe that'll calm her while I give her these pills." Tina moved over to her mother and pressed them between her lips.

Jeff turned his head as he reluctantly continued licking the large, wet pussy in his face. He looked at Tina with hope. "gno, doth leaf me alogn whith h-her." He begged.

Tina nodded and stepped away, trying to find an uncluttered space on the floor. She couldn't help but look back at the naked man staring up at her. Almost immediately her own body began to complain. The man's face in her mother's cunt fueled the beginnings of arousal. She wished her body wouldn't react in such circumstances, but it was becoming a fact she couldn't ignore. She nervously watched the pair orally fucking and tried to keep her thighs tight to keep her own feelings from seeping in or out.

Her mother was beginning to feel the first heady approach of her orgasm. Tina distinctly remembered the way her head began to sway back and forth as her tongue slid across her lips.

Jeff turned over slightly, trying for a more comfortable position, but in doing so, he exposed his crotch. Tina's eyes automatically sought out the man's limp cock. She couldn't be sure, but it didn't look all that limp. In fact it was growing! She noticed his eyes never left her now, although he obediently continued his lackluster sucking.

"Faster. Oh, right now. Lick me harder. Harder I said." Tina's mother groaned in need. The poor fool tried to comply but he was obviously tired. "Oh god, I could cum. Faster, dammit!"

"Mother, he's gotten hard again!" Tina blurted out.

"No!" Jeff despaired and shot a betrayed glance at Tina. Then he did a double take. "Mother?"

Something broke inside Tina's head. "That's right, mister. Any complaints? There had not better be any from you. I've gone along with this sick charade long enough. I had to follow my mother here trying to keep her from getting killed or worse, put up with your asshole mentality and your sleazebag apartment, and finally help keep your miserable dick in shape so you can finish what you started. Now I'm telling you to put that goddamn cock in my mother and fuck her. If she doesn't cum like a wailing banshee in two minutes I'll cut your meat off and then you'll know who really is crazy." She stared him into the mattress.

Jeff gave her one incredible look and climbed like a frightened monkey over Cynthia's body. His dick shook so badly she had to put it in her cunt for him. He dug into her like a rutting weasel. His newly erect cock pummeled her soggy pussy, driving in and out as if he'd never do it again. He feared that he might not.

Cynthia was totally dazed with sex. She barely understood what was happening, except for the important change from a tiring tongue to a fresh, stiff pole of cock-meat burrowing inside her unsatisfiable cunt. She exclaimed her desperate need and churning orgasm with howling delight.

"Fuck me, damn you. Fuck me, harder."

Tina sank against a grimy wall. She couldn't believe what she just said. She had ordered a stranger to fuck her own mother! What was happening? Was she completely losing control? How often would she have to endure these nightmare encounters? Even her own body acted against her wishes. She kept wanting Herbert to step into the room, throw her against the floor, and make passionate love to her. Her own young pussy was calling for the warm hand that had always released its periodic needs. She looked hopefully at the door and started for it.

Just then she heard her mother cry in earnest.

"Yes, yes! That's it. Oh, Ooh!...g-going to c-CUM! Ahh, AAARRRGGHHH!! Oh, yes!! Keep fucking me, you filthy bastard."

Tina ran into the living room as her mother came violently on the bed behind her. Unable to wait any longer she jammed her hand between her legs as she sought the bathroom. She locked the bathroom door, slammed the smelly toilet seat down, and hurriedly unzipping her pants she dragged them down to her knees and started masturbating furiously.

Her awakened passion controlled her will. She stared at rumpled towels and a couple of pairs of yellowed underwear strewn randomly. The sight and smells gagged her as she struggled with her needy cunt. She worked her hand into her body like a diving drill, rotating and pressing three fingers into her aching cunt. She closed her eyes and tried to think of her normal fantasies, but her mother's cry of release after so much desperation edged the handsome men and naughty deeds out of her mind.

Tina thought she could still hear her mother screaming in delight as she spread her legs wider and roughly scraped her palm along her bulging clitoris. Tina shook and grunted with each shockwave of her building orgasm. Each breath dragged foul, male, bathroom odors into her lungs, and with each choking response she somehow stimulated her pussy into higher and higher stages of raging horniness. Her hand flew in and out of her cunt. She gripped the toilet bowl with her calves and clamped her butt against the gritty seat cover. Her bubbling, oozing, cunt pulsed and twisted in nervous, anxious agony. She wanted to cum so badly and yet the disgusting disarray of Jeff's lifestyle pounded her sense of sexual playfulness into confused, horny abandon.

At the very peak of her need to cum, she swore she would do anything to flush the overwhelming pressure in her cunt into her awaiting brain. Then she came. Bolts of lightning raged up and down her spine, at the same time waves of rushing ecstasy rolled through her head. Her cunt spasmed in spewing delight and Tina's mind emptied of thought to receive each crashing tower of torment turned delirium.

For long minutes, seemingly an hour of stupid blankness befell Tina, and then her eyes focused again upon the stinking filth around her. She madly re-clothed her soaking crotch and bolted out the door.

"Mother!" she yelled.

"Are you quite ready?" Her mother, standing by the exit, queried her daughter intensely. Cynthia was fully clothed and as eager to leave. Jeff was not in sight.

"Jesus, mom. This is the absolute worst. I just want to get home and forget I ever came." Tina spoke half dazed from her tremendous orgasm.

"You do what you have to, dear." Cynthia held the door open as both women fled, and she slammed it shut behind them.

In the car, almost racing home, Tina gripped her mother's shoulder and poured her tears into the padded material.

"Oh, how could I act like that? I was like an evil sorceress, ordering that horrible man into your body. I don't know what happened."

"It's over Tina. Just forget it." Her mother told her. "I've lived this way for so long I don't even remember the asshole's name. Do you see now why you mustn't follow me. I'm serious. Forget anything ever happened. I'm just your mother who loves her family. I'll deal with my own problems. Please, give up your mad crusade. I'm not worth it."

"No. You are. It was awful. It was horrible, but now I'll never let you go alone again. You need me. That guy could have killed you, or worse left you desperate. What would you have done then?" Tina suddenly was desperate to know what happened when her mother's mania went unsatisfied.

"Tina. It wouldn't be the first time. I've almost raped men when I'm in that state. I would have run down the street naked to the first man and tore his clothes off. I would have knocked on doors until a man let me in. It doesn't matter. It just gets worse and worse until I cum. Sometimes I think I should commit myself, but then I really would go crazy locked away from sex."

"Mother!" Tina gasped. Every time they talked her mother became more and more of some demonic stranger.

"You don't know the truth of it Tina. Now when we get home I want you go take a long bath and just forget this night ever happened. I already have."

Tina nodded dumbly with tears dripping down her cheeks. It was the only way. She had to forget. Tomorrow it would begin all over again.

They arrived at their home with Mr. Brady's sedan parked on the street and the house lit up. It was almost one.

"Let me say everything." Cynthia cautioned as she unlocked the front door.

"Okay." Tina muttered. She wiped her eyes on her sleeves.

"Honey, sugarplum. Wow, is it late! Where were you?" Harold Brady wondered with sincere concern.

"Oh, Harold. It was about time I took Tina to a male strip joint. You kill me. How long were you at 'work', Mr. Fast pants?"

"Fast pants? You'll see how fast soon enough, Mrs. Spoil Your Daughter. Up to bed, both of you. I'll get the lights. Strip joint indeed. I bet your bowling scores were atrocious."

"Yeah? But my grip's improving, my workaholic spouse."

"Careful there are children present."

"But no adults. Goodnight." Cynthia raced ahead up to their bedroom.

Tina kissed her father goodnight, and soon in her room she prepared for a long hot bath. By the time she turned on the steaming tap, it drowned out the first sounds of orgiastic fucking from her parents. Tina sighed and slid naked into the tingling water. An hour later she slipped on her nightgown and fell exhausted on top of her bed to the sounds of cooing and moaning issuing from the vent in her room. Oddly enough she fell asleep with a hopeful sense of accomplishment.

Chapter Five

Tina woke early the next day before her parents started roaming the house. She was thinking about her adopted role to help her mother. If only there was a way to avoid potentially dangerous situations such as the previous night. If she could just control her mother's erratic behavior, this helter skelter search for sex just couldn't continue. Tina was still shocked by how long her mother had gotten away with her adultery. It was all too new and incredible for her and it all seemed ready to blow up in front of them any day.

She had finished her morning grooming when she recognized the noise of her parents fucking up another storm. She paused to smile at the familiar animal noises she had learned to equate with a solid family, a notion she now realized as idealistic. Still the romance of her imagery triggered a few moments of pleasant contemplation. She was thinking about Herbert. There was a boy she wasn't sure she was in love with but one whose friendship needed to cross into some sexual frolicking. The night in his VW had been uncomfortable but fun.

She realized that she was discovering sex from two opposite perspectives simultaneously, one uncouth and nightmarish, and the other casually naughty and beautiful. She was just beginning to discover she was growing accustomed to both.

She decided to make breakfast and surprise them. She chose a simple and easy to fix meal and soon knocked on their door with a steaming tray of tasty eggs, toast, juice and hash browns.

"Good morning young lovers! Your slave daughter needs to get to school sometime and if you two aren't fed and ready, she'll have to spend the day too unfulfilled to do anything but smoke joints in the school parking lot with reprehensible boys."

"I'm starving! You delightful spawn of my womb, come in." her mother called joyously.

"Hey, we're not dressed." Tina's father replied in an uncharacteristically embarrassed tone.

"Oh, just stay under the covers Harold. I'll feed you like my very own baby."

Tina barely pieced together the hushed, but suggestive response. "We already did that." Her mother's tinkling laughter followed.

"Quiet and let us be fed. Oh girl, we'll take our breakfast on the bed."

Tina cautiously opened the door and shyly stepped in with her tray. She hadn't expected them to be naked. Aside from her recent experience with her mother, she had seen both her parents undressed on the odd occasion, but this time the air held too many reminders and smells of their recent orgy.

Her mother sat up with the comforter tucked under her arms, but her father had slunk down all the way to his chin.

Tina set the tray gently on the edge of the bed and tried to retreat gracefully, but her mother was in her extreme cheerful mode.

"What is this some backward home of puritans? Jesus child sit down and join us. Breakfast was made for families to huddle and plan their assault on the day. Herbert, you look like a victim in a horror film about to have his head chomped off." Cynthia paused and suddenly chuckled and nudged her husband.

Tina went to the dressing chair in the room, but her mother wasn't having any.

"Oh, sit here on the corner by me Tina." She urged happily. "Harold, sit up and feed yourself. I'm too famished to spoon-feed you." She turned to the food and dug out a hearty portion. Tina's father conceded to a point and revealed his hairy shoulders. He reached one lanky arm out to dish up some of his daughter's grub. His normal confident smile returned as he began to munch.

It was the first time Tina could think of that her own father reminded her of Herbert. She almost let out a giggle as she joined them on the bed.

"Harold, I'm going to take Tina out of school each day to spend some quality time with her before she finishes growing up and abandons us."

"Huh? Why can't you go off together in the evenings?"

"What, and leave my dearest hubby to fend for himself. I wouldn't do that to our kitchen. Besides it's more fun playing hooky. We know she won't learn anything useful at a high school anyway. That'll have to wait until college when there are too many competing men to distract her from her studies."

"Wait a second, from what I've gleaned about her young lad Herbert, she may already be having more 'distraction' than she's old enough for."

Tina blushed deeply and tried to hide her face.

"Hush dear. That's none of our business. If there's one thing I'm confident about our daughter, is her judgment.

"You're right of course, honey. I just like the grief mentioning it causes her." Tina's father proudly scored another verbal victory.

Cynthia playfully slapped her husband's face in response. But accidentally she let the cover slip from her chest. Both of her full titties bounced free and in full view of her husband and daughter. For a second there was absolute silence.

"Whoops." Cynthia gulped and tugged the blanket over her again. "I guess there are too many puritans in this family." She offered meekly.

All three burst out laughing. They finished their meal rife with gay conversation, but out of the corner of her eye Tina noticed the suspect bulge of her father's answering erection. She hastily looked elsewhere, but throughout the rest of breakfast her mind was plagued by one question. She had seen her father naked before, but she had never seen his erection. Could it really be that big?

In fact it was the one thought that plagued her for the rest of the day. Even factoring in the bulky down comforter her father's dick must have been three inches wide and almost a foot long! Tina knew that penis size folklore was mostly lies, but she couldn't help imagining that at some point a cock could become so big it couldn't feel like the average size. The thought of having sex with her father never entered her mind, but having discovered the sheer magnitude of his dick changed her perspective towards him. It was the first physically strange thing she had ever known about him.

Her mother didn't bother her that day. She apparently had been supplied with all the sex she needed for one day. Tina made an effort to seek out all of her friends for a good chat. She felt out of touch with them. At the end of the day she greeted Herbert with a warm smile, a big hug and a promising kiss.

"Uh, hi Tina. What are you doing here?" he asked oddly nervous.

"Harold, we are dating. What's the matter?"

"Oh, I dunno. I guess I have tell you about it. I really do like you."

"Huh? Harold! What's that suppose to mean?" Tina's elated mood dissipated as if someone had switched on a fan against a fresh smell.

"Uh, oh geez. Let's talk away from here."

"Of course, Harold. Don't keep me in suspense." She looked at him with a fretful stare.

They walked awhile until they were near some isolated trees on school grounds. Tina nervously kept glancing at Harold's face for some clue, but he seemed too nervous to look at anything except the ground in front of him.

"Tina, I really do like you, but..." He finally began.

"But, what?" Tina prodded anxiously.

"I can't do what we did last night."

"What? You seemed to like it. Oh my gosh, Herbert I wouldn't do anything you didn't like. What did I do wrong?"

"I d-don't think you did anything wrong. I just really am not ready to do that with you."

"What are you, gay?" Tina blurted out crazily. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Really. I just don't know what to say." She immediately repented.

"No! At least I don't think so. I just can't seem to cope with the idea of going to bed with you. And it's not because I'm frightened. I am, but more it's like I want run away from the whole scene. I mean last light was amazing, I've never done any thing like that, but when I began to think about doing it again I'm just not prepared to deal with it."

"Huh?" It was the strangest thing she had ever heard, but her lack of understanding just made her really angry. "Fine! You're ready enough to stare at Anna Wyse's cunt, but when I offer you the whole she-bang you're just going to walk out on me?"

"Aw, geez I'm sorry. I'm just trying to be honest. The thing with Anna was a trap. Please don't get angry."

"Harold, I hate you. Get away from me. How can I not get angry? I really want you, and you turn me away like I'm garbage. Is this some kind of religious thing? Maybe, just maybe I could understand that, but don't just say you don't want me." Tears rolled out of her eyes and soaked her cheeks. She had to choke out the words. "Get away from me." She turned and ran. It was the worst thing that could ever happen to her.

"Tina, wait!" Harold called after her.

Tina ran faster, hoping the drumming of her feet would drown out his desperate request.

She went straight home. Tina burst into the house and ran to her mother.

"Oh it was awful!" She told her the whole incident, and she even admitted to having sex with him. "What am I going to do? I couldn't even show my face around him. I die."

"Aw honey, it'll be okay. Do you love this boy? "

"No mom. I'm sure I don't, but I like him a lot. I never realized he would balk at having a little fun. Oh don't tell me I did the wrong thing."

"Tina, my sweet child, I'm sure at the time you did the right thing. It's just that later you may have to face up to your decision right or wrong. People have been building sexual barriers for millions of years. There are so many different notions about what the right way to have sex is we may be forced to assume individual identities.

"You really didn't do much at all, and I'm proud of you for being safe."

"Mother, but isn't what you're doing wrong?" Tina blurted out.

"Of course it is. If I have to face up to it I guess I'll have to, but for as long as I can I'll try to avoid that retribution." It must have been really hard for Herbert to face up to his. I hope you weren't too hard on him."

"Oh mother. I'm so confused." She hugged her mother dearly, and her mother answered with a reassuring kiss.

For the rest of the afternoon they stayed together talking about their problems and comforting each other. When Harold arrived they spent a perfect evening playing and engaging in pointless conversation.

Tina's mother called her at school the next day. "I guess you had better come home early, dear. I have a guest here." was all she said. Tina used a note her mother had written about needed her help for a few days to get out of class and she walked quickly home full of worries.

Her first sight of her own home struck her with woe. Tina recognized the stranger's car. It belonged to the man she had threatened with a knife. Her stomach flip-flopped inside her. She almost tripped on the sidewalk when she saw it. This was too much, she told herself, but her steadfast sense of duty kept her walking until she reached the door. There she knocked. It felt as if she was at a neighbor's house. Her mother answered it.

"I know this is a shock, but he showed up here again worried about his reputation, and I couldn't say no. I wanted to but I just couldn't. I've explained the last time was just a terrible accident, and I asked you come by and promise him you won't cause him any trouble."

Tina shook her head sadly and assumed the role her mother had created for her. She walked in with a penitent look. The man, she remembered his name, Walter Finch, sat nervously on their couch.

"I guess I'm sorry mister. Mother told me it was all her fault. You were just being, uh a man. But if you could just have seen it through my eyes..."

"Well, uh I guess it was pretty frightening. I feel so stupid. I'd really be in trouble if you said anything about it. At the time I ran out of here as fast as I could, but I can't have my name ruined, so I had to come back and ask you. Will you promise me not to tell anyone about it? I'd even pay you some money."

Tina drew back at his last word. "No! I-I mean. I don't want your money." She stopped and stared puzzled about the whole situation. It didn't sound like the man had come by for a quickie with her mother. Did her mother realize that? She looked at her mom.

"Of course not, dear. But, he'll only believe your promise if you accept something from him."

"That's really my point. Will you promise?" The man asked sincerely.

"Hmmm." Tina's mind raced for some solution. Maybe he could be helpful. "Look, I'm just not the type of person who says bad things about people. I thought this was all settled and forgotten, but if you have to make some deal I guess there's only one thing to ask you."

"And what is that?" Tina's rational reply seemed to waken the man's respect a bit.

"Would you spend another day with my mom?" Tina asked plainly.

"What?" The man shook in disbelief.

"Well, you did go with my mom because you wanted her. She didn't force you. Maybe if it had worked out you wouldn't worry as much. I'd bet she isn't the first person you've spent a day with."

"That's ridiculous!"

"Walter. My daughter isn't some airhead high school bimbo. She's pretty quick. In the back of my mind I was wondering the same thing. Maybe we should." Cynthia was trembling slightly, like a vampire catching the scent of blood.

"Huh, what kind of conspiracy is this?"

"Oh come on, don't get paranoid." Tina accused. "I just think that if I hadn't disturbed you, you wouldn't be worried about me telling about it. Look if I can stand you being with my mother, even asking you for her, then I'm not going to spread rumors. You know she really feels bad about that day. She wants to make it up to you. Just give her that chance. That's all I'm asking."

"I-I don't know w-what to say. How can this be possible?"

"Easy, Walter. Just say yes." Tina's mother sank down next to him on the couch and put her hand on his knee.

Apparently, Mr. Finch was easily flustered. He turned bright red, and alternated staring at the woman and her daughter. "Maybe I should just go." He started up.

"Walter. Don't you like me? What's my little girl going to think if you break your own promise?"

"I didn't promise anything." Mr. Finch stated with obvious confusion.

"You said you'd do what she asked if she agreed not to tell about our little brief engagement."

"That's right. A deal's a deal. Mr. Finch. I'm going to my room. Do whatever you like, but there may be consequences if you break your word." Tina headed for the stairwell.

"Hey this is blackmail."

"Call it what you want. It's not like we're asking for all your worldly possessions." Cynthia cooed sweetly. She kissed him hotly on the neck.

"I don't believe this!" He struggled with Cynthia's hand as it reached for his crotch. The bulge there indicated his eventual capitulation.

He was kissing her back passionately by the time Tina reached the top of the stairs. She peeked around the corner to see her mother dragging off her clothes madly and tearing at his as swiftly as she could without damaging them. Tina was always fascinated by her mother's figure. Her mom always followed a rigorous diet and exercise, but a lot of her sexy body was pure endowment. Tina knew the real reason her mother worked so hard to be attractive in men's eyes.

She left the two of them and sat at her desk in her room and looked outside her window, thinking about ways to finally end her mother's dangerous habit.

She had a shock when she saw Herbert's car drive up. She raced downstairs and through the living room oblivious to the man fucking her mother on their couch. She went outside so fast she hoped she hadn't disturbed them.

"Herbert!" she called to him as he got out of his car. "Why aren't you in band practice?"

"Uh, that's not important. I had to skip class to talk to you. Please let me."

Tina had been relatively calmed by her mother's defense of Herbert. "Oh, I'm sorry, Herbert. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's my fault. If you aren't okay about sex then I will have to support you. I still like you a lot. What did you come to say?"

"Oh, golly. I wanted to apologize too. You're a really beautiful girl. You're smart, and you're a good person. I don't know why I was so lucky that you wanted to go with me. I guess I should be more concerned about your desires."

"What are you saying, Herbert?"

"Well if you really wanted to maybe we can, uh, you know."

Tina caught his meaning immediately. "Herbert, tell me the truth. What do you want?"

"I-I just want to be with you." His sincerity glowed in his face.

Tina tried to summon her 'truth' in reciprocity. "I-I really liked playing with you the other night, and I want to explore more, but if your reservations are real then go with them. Be true to yourself. I won't like you any less. I admit I was shocked when you told me, but I guess everyone has a right to their own ideas about sex."

"You mean you'd still go with me even if I don't want to h-have s-s-sex with y-you?"

"Well, of course..." Tina halted in mid-sentence. "Uh, I mean..." Just what did she want? Tina wasn't sure. Herbert was fun and sort of sexy. She really did like him, but if he was cool on sex then what was she going to do about her awakening sexual drive? "Herbert, that's a tough question. You're the only guy I've really dated. I guess I've been dating since Jr. High School, but this is the first time I actually looked at a relationship as if it were a serious contract between me and somebody else. I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you mean?"

"I like dating you. You're a fun guy. You are strange but straightforward, kind but sorta scared. You're really smart, and I've learned a lot from talking with you, but I am becoming a woman and I like the desires that make me want to give you pleasure. I have to be myself too."

"Then what are we going to do?" Herbert looked like a hurt puppy.

Tina finally saw the right solution. "Consider this. Just never ask me about my sexual life, until you're ready for me. I'll stay with you as long as you want me."

"Wow. That means..." Herbert mumbled to himself for a second. Then right in front of Tina he seemed to compose himself into a new, stronger Herbert. "Okay. I know what you're asking, and I accept."

Tina swept the tall youth into her arms and hugged him. He still seemed dazed but his eyes were wide open and stared admiringly.

"Herbert, come pick me up at eight tonight. This time you're going to meet my dad. I'll see you then, but not right now. There's something I have to do."

"What's that?" He asked innocently.

"You'll have to learn not to ask that." she said earnestly.

"Yeah, I guess I will, but I will. I love you Tina."

"I know. Herbert. I think I love you too." She kissed him again. "I'll see you tonight. We'll go wherever you want to go."

She watched him return to his vehicle. His steps seemed a bit more confident to her, and she realized she really did love him, and it was her love that had transformed Herbert into a stronger, reasoning person.

She turned away after waving goodbye and went back inside. She didn't sneak in or rush off, she simply walked in and observed the two joined bodies strive for a selfish goal.

Her mother lay on the carpeting with her butt hoisted in the air and Walter Finch was fucking her madly from behind.

"Tina what are you doing?" Her mother asked her as Tina began stripping off her clothes.

"I have one more request to make of Mr. Finch." she replied confidently.

The End