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Bomb Mom
By: Tiffany
Three years after my third divorce and with a long string of dud marriage
prospects, I finally met a great guy who hit it off with my fifteen-year-old
daughter who I was about to nominate as the poster child for Planned
Parenthood. She was not easy to hit it off with. Some duds were duds simply
because they could not get along with Jessica. If she decides she doesn't
like a guy, and she decides right away, nothing will change that. I won't
bring a man into her life that she can't stand. I promised her I would never
do that again, so Gene hitting it off with her so well came as a welcome
surprise. Here was a possibility, and I would much rather be married than
single.
The more I saw of Gene the better he looked. The more he saw of Jessie, the
better they got along. Everything was going so well, we were talking
marriage before a month was out. When my lease on the apartment ran out, we
moved into his spacious house to try living together. He was ready to tie
the knot, but I wanted to make absolutely certain this time. This was my
fourth attempt at marital bliss, and the last two were absolute marital
busts. Jessie helped make them that way, but she was right about both of
them. They were rotten to the core. She smelled rot, but I didn't. I learned
to trust her judgement. Gene was A-Okay right down the line. She found no
fault with Gene, and this was a girl who could find fault in any man and
habitually looked for the dark cloud within every silver lining.
He wasn't the greatest love maker, but who cares. He has a dick and loves to
fuck, I am great at faking orgasms, and I can take care of myself later. My
last two disasters were great lovers, so I didn't put much stock in great
lovers. The fact that Gene wasn't a great maker of love was a good sign.
A week after moving in, things are still great when Gene tells me he'd like
to take Jessie to Disneyland and make a father/daughter day of it - stay
late, get a motel, return the next day. I know this guy just under four
weeks and he asks to take my minor but very major sexy daughter to a motel
and spend the night without me. Red flags and whistles should have been
going up and sounding off, but he was so good, and liked her so much, and
she liked him so much, and that was a quality bonding opportunity. My
decision would have been easy had Gene been the type that would never dream
of fucking a minor, but I was certain he dreamed of fucking my minor, and my
minor had a major case of hot panties for Gene. When those two were in the
same room, you could cut the sexual tension with stiff finger.
I'm not stupid. Disneyland was simply a ploy to need a motel. He couldn't
approach me with the idea of having a father/daughter day with Jessie in a
motel. He isn't stupid, either. She had already been approached and was all
excited about going, doing the please, please, please chant. Those two were
destined to fuck if they weren't already, and I had already decided that
Gene was still a keeper even if I couldn't keep him out of my daughter's
pants, or her out of his. I wanted to keep them both. The only question was,
do I make things easy or difficult. I could show trust or distrust, and I
held everything he owned and all of his personal treasures as colateral.
What could I say. I said yes and prayed for the best.
Turns out, they didn't go to Disneyland or stay in a motel. They stayed at a
friend's beach house in Malibu and arrived home eight hours late. He called
several times to explain being late, but I was still under the impression
they had been to Disneyland. Only later did I find out what they really did.
They shacked up on the beach with two bachelors. I found that out when she
showed me the bikini Gene bought her - string and knots. You could wad it up
and stuff it into a thimble. I was so shocked. I couldn't believe she wore
that thing in public, or that any man felt he had the right to buy a girl
such intimate apparel. She was so excited; she wanted to model it for me.
When she went away to figure that mess out and get it on her body, I looked
to Gene and calmly said, "What the hell were you thinking when you bought
her that ridiculous suit?"
Without batting an eye, he said, "I was thinking how sexy she'd look in it.
She has the bod for a suit like that."
The bod. I didn't know what to say if he didn't get it. He is right, though,
she does have the bod. I would kill to have a bod like Jessie's. She is
built and everything is drum tight. You could hang heavy coats on her tits -
on hangers hung on the nipples. I am so jealous of her tummy I could cry,
and I have never seen her do a single sit-up. Slender hips, a boyish ass,
and the legs of a gymnast when I have never seen her do so much as a
cartwheel. A bod like hers had no business being on a couch potato. I call
her a mushroom because she refuses to go outside and play. She says I call
her a mushroom because I keep her in the dark and feed her bullshit. That is
not true. I do not keep her in the dark. If her bod needed anything, it
needed sunlight, but I could not see where she got any. That was an indoor
swimsuit for a private, indoor pool. I was sure the public never saw her in
that thing, but three men did.
When she came out in that thing, I saw a bod. She may as well have been
naked. What didn't show, showed through. What caught my eye was odd colors
showing through at the pubic mound off the left as I saw it - the right on
her. I was now sure he had seen her naked, so I hooked a finger in the
triangular patch, pulled the material aside, and saw a healing tattoo of a
flower with the stem trailing down toward a labia lip.
I had to see how far that stem went, so I went ahead and uncovered the right
lip. The clit sprang out with it, so I went ahead and hooked the fabric on
the far side of her pussy. She has one you can do that to, a prominent plump
model with long, puffy lips. Even in Levis with slender hips and a boyish
ass, you can tell a girl is wearing them. Not only was she shaved bald, but
the stem went down the lip and disappeared low in the crack where the hole
is. I was tempted to pull the lip aside to see, but I had seen enough.
When I first pulled the triangle aside, she says, "Oh yeah, and Gene got me
a great tattoo. It's a flower for my garden, but we had to mow the garden to
put it on." She then watched me expose the whole garden - the lip, the clit,
and then her entire pussy. That didn't bother her one bit, or Gene. That
told me more than I wanted to know about their damn father/daughter day. At
least they weren't trying to hide what they did. That would have pissed me
off big-time. I can't stand the feeling of someone doing something behind my
back, keeping secrets, or lying. They both knew how I felt, and I was sure
they were doing things behind my back, keeping secrets, and lying. I had to
admit, this was a good way to come clean, and it wasn't like I didn't see it
coming. The awful wait was finally over, and the emotional trauma wasn't as
bad as I feared. There was none, just relief that the awful wait was finally
over, and a sense of joy that I could handle them fucking and handle it so
well, which meant that I could keep both keepers. Something like this had to
get easier and easier to live with. Getting over the first instance was the
big hurdle. Hell, I sailed over the first.
She said, "Do you like it? Keep in mind, Gene puts the food on the table."
This might seem an odd thing for her to say, but that statement spoke
volumes to me. From the age of ten, roughly every six months, we go round
and round with the same arguement, wherein she demands her right to do with
her body as she pleases, and I end the arguement by saying, "Not as long as
you feed that body with food that I put on the table." She has always wanted
tattoos, body piercing, rings, studs, all of that shit, and I have always
been dead set against maring or disfiguring the body. She had me on a
tecnicality. I had to keep that in mind.
A tattoo is like a torn hymen. What's done is done. I can accept what I
can't change. She liked it. He obviously wanted to give her what she wanted.
He didn't impose his wants and desires on her; she worked her charms on him
and got her damn tattoo. As tattoos go, it wasn't gross or hideous. If she
wanted a flower for her garden, which she no longer had, and she wanted to
be sexually active, which she certainly did, the only thing to object to was
her being sexually active with my man, quite possibly Gene and his friends.
I couldn't muster the objection when I had long ago accepted the reality
that my keepers would be fucking keepers. In a way, I envied her the
experience, and what better way to mark the event permanently than with a
tattoo on the garden of delight, so I said, "It's very nice."
When I said that, she untied the knot at her hip and let the bottoms drop to
show it all. I wasn't expecting that. That wasn't necessary, and was somehow
more shocking. I think she did that to drive home the point that she and
Gene were that intimate. If I had any doubts, and I did have a teeny tiny
itty bitty one, that dispelled all doubt. Gene didn't look guilty,
embarrassed, or uncomfortable when any normal man would be all three. There
we stood, the three of us looking at the decorated pussy of my very sexy
child. She even bowed her legs out and tilted her pelvis up so that we could
see the business portion of pussy better. With her dark hair and so much
pale flesh showing, she looked like a young Snow White wearing only a string
bikini top. The bright pink of her clit and the colorful flower yanked the
eyes and held them in the crotch. I don't mind telling you, I felt a bit
odd, mostly because I liked seeing Snow White that way.
I could not help but admire that girl's pussy and envy the guys who got to
enjoy such a lovely pussy. Looking at that pussy gave me a powerful case of
penis envy, though I have a pussy that is quite similar. Gene had me mow my
garden, too, and I was sure she went there with a mowed garden. I was seeing
a pussy that had adjusted to daily shaves. There were none of the telltale
red dots or blemishes, and that takes a few weeks of daily shaving before
the pussy adjusts. Hers and mine were well adjusted, and I was sure the
first fuck he got off Jessie had to have been through pubic hair. She
wouldn't even shave her legs much less her pussy. I know when she started
shaving her legs - the day she returned to wearing short skirts and
dresses - the day I introduced her to Gene, going on four weeks. I don't see
how they could have been fucking all that time, but it sure looked like it.
If that were the case, she had to be pregnant. The thought occurred to me
that maybe they didn't want to come clean, but had to.
Jessie pointed out the stem and said, "Bill, he tattoo artist, wanted to
have the stem go all the way back and disappear in the butt crack, but Gene
thought having it go into the pussy would be better. Jim and Carlos also
liked the pussy way better. When they took my gag off, I agreed with them,
so we did it our way."
She then used a finger to show me where the stem ended. It ended at the edge
of pink just as I figured, but she revealed a lot of pink to show me, but
what she told me was the only thing on my mind. Gag? If she was gagged, she
was tied. They go together. Four men were present to see her get her pussy
tattooed. They bound her, gagged her, and tattooed her, then asked her where
she wanted the fucking stem to terminate. She was the type that would love
being bound and gagged. She was into all that dark, heavy metal, dungeon
crap. If she didn't beg, she requested. If they gave her no choice, I'm sure
she was elated.
Any mother would be livid, but all I could think of was the joy she must
have felt with four men huddled over her helplessly bound and splayed sexy
pussy carrying on a debate about where to stick the fucking stem. I was her
age once. She must have felt like the Queen of fucking Sheba. She was still
glowing from the experience. How could any thinking mother piss on those
embers.
Well, I didn't. Furthermore, I did something to show them how cool I was
about this. I punish deceit, but I reward openness and honesty on matters
that most people would try to hide. This fit that category, so I went to
stand beside Gene, put my arm around his waist, and while we looked at her
pussy, which she was still holding open to show pink, I said, "Gene, you
made a sexy pussy even sexier, and you made my daughter very happy. I can
see she had a wonderful time at Disneyland with you and your friends. For
that, I thank you, and I sincerely mean that."
That was cool. I could see that Jessie thought so and was surprised that I
could be that cool. I know she expected me to go right through the roof at
some point. I surprised and awed her, which is cool. Then Gene said, "Great,
then you won't mind if we go back to Disneyland for the weekend. Jim and
Carlos are nuts about Jessie, and Bill would like to check on his work,
maybe do some touching up. He had some ideas on how to improve this work of
art, but we had released her from her bindings. She was off the bed, and we
were all getting dressed, plus we were already running late. We would like
to have her for a full weekend, Jan, this coming weekend if that's okay with
you? We could leave Friday afternoon and be back late Sunday night."
That fucker. He just had to give me the full picture before asking. Now, I
couldn't play dumb. Jessie is chanting please, please, please. He really put
me on the spot, but after being so cool, I gave my okay and never told him
not to do anymore tattooing when I knew damn well she'd come back with
something else. I said okay to him returning her to three naked child
molesters with a penchant for bondage and tatooing helpless young girls,
stripping her naked, binding her to a bed, fucking and tattooing the shit
out of her for an entire weekend, and I can't even pretend I don't know.
What do I say...Okay. Saying nothing was as good as giving him a carte
blank, and they both seemed to appreciate that carte blank. For saying okay
and leaving it at that, Jessie called me a bomb mom. That is the highest
compliment she can give a mom.
That week began very roughly for the bomb mom, because they were very
sexually active while I got absolutely nothing except some affection. I got
it from both, but god damnit, they were shitting in my nest. They had the
decency to do it behind a door, but they were shitting behind that door.
What was worse, Jessie stayed nude and was acting so obviously sexy and
horny, sometimes vulgar in her attempts to interest Gene in a poke. There
were times I wanted to kick that bitch-in-heat right in the cunt. She made
me feel like yesterday's news - a tired, worn-out, old hag. I can't compete
with a fifteen-year-old Snow White with pumped-up tits and a decorated
pussy. No woman in her thirties can, and no mother should have to.
Some things do get easier as they go along, but this wasn't one of them. I
didn't say anything to Gene, but after stumbling on them fucking for the
third time in one day, I took Snow White aside and reamed her bare ass good.
I told her you don't shit in my nest, to which she replied, "It wasn't my
nest, it was Gene's." Wrong response. I let her know in no uncertain terms
that where I park my tired old bones was my nest, and if there is someone
shitting in my nest, I will go find a new one.
That was a sobering message which brought a sincere apology. They didn't
stop fucking; they just went elsewhere to do it. That wasn't so bad, though
"we're going for a short drive" was another way of saying, "We're going out
for a short fuck." Just as Disneyland became a metaphor for a child
molester's theme park, drive soon became a metaphor for fuck, as in, "Do you
feel like a drive?" or, "Would you like to drive me?" or, "OH DRIVE! I
stubbed a driving toe."
At the dinner table one night, Gene looked to Jessie and said, "Are you
interested in another driving lesson after dinner?" And, of course, she was.
She had her learner's permit issued by me, but not one to drive a car issued
by the state. At least they weren't shitting in my nest, and Jessie kept her
mowed garden under wraps much of the time.
The situation did settle in to something I could live with. By Friday, I was
happy with the new arangement, and my daughter was never happier or more
thoughtful, considerate, and appreciative of such a way cool mom - a bomb
mom. I was a bomb mom because I made no demands on Gene's sexual resources,
and didn't mind seeing their shows of affection for each other. They were
constantly making out and into heavy petting, which usually went too far,
but I never got upset. When it got too intense, I would suggest they go for
a drive, or suggest they get a room, which they sometimes did. That's a bomb
mom.
Gene found the woman he wanted to marry, and it wasn't Jessie. I could
certainly see why, but I crossed that child-molesting bastard off the
eligible list days earlier. He was good for making my daughter happy, and
making her happy with me, and that was it. He was a good provider, too, but
after Jessie left the nest, I would be right behind her with all the money I
saved by letting Gene foot the bills for three or four years. He was a good
guy, easy to live with, but not my Mr. Right.
When they left the house on Friday afternoon, I was sorely tempted to tell
him not to get too carried away with tattoos, but I didn't even do that. I
gave him my daughter and told him to have fun. He looks right at me and
says, "How about Carlos, Bill, and Jim? Can they have fun with her, too?"
I thought about a good reply to that, but could think of nothing clever or
cool, so I fell back on blunt and said, "Are you asking me if they can fuck
her?" After saying fuck her, I immediately wished I had said drive her. That
would have been clever and cool, but I had to say fuck and look like a
neglected and pathetic old fool.
He wasn't fazed, but I did stun Jessie. He smiled and said, "Fuck her as
well as other fun things."
I could see Jessie holding her breath. Before she turned blue, I said, "I am
not going to tell anyone they can fuck my daughter or do their other fun
things to my daugher, that includes you, Gene. She can make those decisions
for herself. I said have fun. I meant have fun. I did not say have fun with
my daughter."
"I took it that way."
"I know you did, so I clarified, but let's part on a pleasant note of
understanding. Let me put this another way. If you are taking Jessie back to
Disneyland so that you, Jim, Carlos, and Bill can fuck her some more and do
more fun things to her - again - and if she is okay with all of the fun
things you guys want to do with her and to her, then I want you all to have
fun. Have all the fun you want. Is that better?"
"That was much better, much clearer. Let me assure you that we guys will
have loads of fun with your sexy daughter. We will have much more fun than
the last time."
"I expect you will. You'll have twice the time with her, so you should have
at least twice the fun."
"Yes, and there is always other weekends."
"We'll see. If she has fun and wants other weekends, I don't see why not."
Jessie leaned forward to say, "I will always have fun at Disneyland. You are
so cool. I can't believe how cool you are. You are the bomb mom."
"We'll see how cool I am when you get back from Disneyland, Snow White."
With that said, I backed up and he eased out of the driveway with my baby
girl, and I felt so stupid all fucking weekend with no way of getting in
touch with them, which was also so damn stupid. I waited and fretted, but I
also masturbated a great deal. Being cool was good for masturbation. In
fantasy, I loved what I did and imagining the things they were doing to her
made me cum. No matter what she looked like, I knew my dumb cunt would be
disappointed, but I fretted and hoped I could live with whatever was done.
They came back late Sunday night. Jessie slept the whole way and still
looked exhausted. Someone had fun. She perked up after getting a dose of
cold night air. Once in the house, she began taking off clothes with her
back to me as Gene stood at my side with an arm around me. He said, "When
she turns around, you'll see how much fun we had."
I expected more tattoos and was braced for a lot more, but I could see that
one whole side of her was still pristine, so this was already half as bad as
my worse-case scenario. When she turned around, I got what I expected in my
I-can-live-with-it scenario. They did both tits and added another flower for
her garden with the stem going down the other lip. They also added leaves to
the two stems. Her tits were festooned with flowery ornamentation like a
wreath bra. What I didn't expect were rings in her nipples and in her clit,
fairly large rings, with the clit ring being larger, about the size of a
quarter, thick and set deep in the flesh. That had to hurt.
I could see she loved what they did to her, and I did give my tacit okay.
There wasn't much I could say, and nothing to get upset about. It wasn't as
bad as some of the things I imagined, so I stepped close to closely examine
her body art. Gene came along. While I examined nipple rings, he took her
clit ring, gave it a tug, and said, "This one comes in handy if you need her
to stay put."
I looked down, then took the ring, moved it about, gave a few gentle tugs,
then said, "It would seem so. Do you have trouble getting her to stay put?"
"We have trouble keeping her pussy still when we fuck her, but run a steel
rod through the ring and secure both ends of the rod at the level you want
the pussy does the job nicely. With this ring, you don't need to place any
pillows under her ass."
Jessie said, "That's true, but my legs are killing me."
Gene added, "It's also good for snapping to an eye bolt in the floor.
That'll keep her cunt in place for rear-entry fucking, and it keeps her from
trying to crawl away during anal sex."
Jessie said, "Boy, I'll say. It's real good for that, especially when Carlos
wants fuck me in the ass. Mom, you should see how big his cock is. It's not
all that thick, but it's super long, about as long as a ruler. I need the
clit ring to stay put for Carlos. When he fucks my ass, he wants to fuck it
with every inch of his cock. When I get that big cock in my little ass, all
I can think about is getting away."
Gene added, "We needed a heavy duty clit ring so Carlos could get a good ass
fuck off her. Once we snap her in, her sexy ass isn't going anywhere."
My pussy was loving this frank discussion, and I never imagined the utility
of rings. Gene may have said those things to get a rise out of me or maybe
to turn me on. I wasn't sure, but I was sure I liked that clitty ring, that
clit, and that sexy pussy. I found it amusing that he used the term anal
sex, but she was quick to use the street term, which he then used. I envied
my daughter the pack of frisky wolf pups she stumbled upon, and I envied the
pups, too.
Still toying with her clit ring, I said while looking to Jessie, "At least
you had fun, [looking to Gene] and from the looks of things and the sound of
things, four child molesters had themselves a ball."
"You got that right, but we owe it all to you. You made this all possible,
and we had a ball because you never laid down any restrictive rules. We felt
we could do as we pleased. As you can see, we did as we pleased."
Jessie said, "Mom, that was so cool not laying down any rules, turning me
over to four men for a full weekend, and anything goes. That blew me away. I
masturbated the whole way there and I started in our driveway."
Gene said, "That was cool, Jan. One rule would have spoiled things. We're
like boys. Tell us we can't do something, and that is all we want to do."
'
Yeah, I was cool, and as bad as they were. Since I was, I did something I
always wanted to do. I felt up her pussy. I mean I felt her up. I felt
everything. I slipped her the finger, toyed with her clit, played with the
ring. I stood right there and played with my daughter's pussy while
listening to all that trash. They were molesting her; why shouldn't I. She
loved getting molested. I figured she'd love some from me, and she did. She
enjoyed the things I was doing as much as I enjoyed doing them, maybe more.
I quickly got over all queer feelings and felt quite comfortable with what I
was doing to her body - tits, ass, pussy - I even wormed a finger up her
loose ass because I had always wanted to to that to a molestation victim,
rape victim, or petulent child.
Before they arrived, I swore I would never do this again no matter how she
came back. It was just plain dumb, stupid, and so terribly risky, but
somewhere along the line, I changed my mind and wanted Gene and the boys to
have her again - again without restrictions. I could see she wanted more,
and they had to want more, and there was so much more they could do. They
hadn't touched her backside, and her gorgeous lilly-white ass needed
something. She needed to go back to get balanced out, and I knew what would
get Gene to spring the question. I said, "I was surprised that you guys
didn't put anything on her sexy ass."
"We need another weekend. There's only so much you can do at one time, and
you can never do more than one side. How about next weekend?"
Jessie looked hopeful. I looked to her and said, "Haven't you had enough?"
"NO WAY. Please say yes. We're not finished."
"It's your ass, your body, your decision. If you can live with the decisions
you make, I can live with mine, but we need to get you on the pill if you
can't crawl away from a dick."
Gene said, "Why can't that be her decision, too?"
I looked to Gene, the fucking pervert, but shrugged and said, "I suppose it
can." I looked to Jessie and said, "I think these guys want you fertile and
unprotected. You would look awfully cute pregnant. If they want you awfully
cute, they are not going to want me to get you un-cute. Correct me if I'm
wrong, Gene."
"You're not wrong. We'd like to knock up your daughter, and I am asking you
to leave her that way."
I looked to Jessie and said, "That puts it bluntly. I want you to forget
what they want and think about what you want, but if you choose to go to
them fertile and unprotected when I am offering you protection, and you get
pregnant, I will leave you that way. I'll let you decide."
"Then I decide to go fertile and unprotected. It's fun taking risks."
"I can relate, so take the risk, but as much driving as you and Gene do, I
don't see risk. I see a certainty."
"Good, because I am certain that I am pregnant."
"I am just as certain that you are going to stay that way."
I had dropped to my knees and had two fingers working Jessie's pregnant hole
as I said this. She placed a hand on my shoulder to steady herself as she
looked to Gene and implored, "Gene, I need a drive real fucking bad. Mom is
making me so fucking horny, ya gotta drive my fucking brains out."
I laughed and said, "You two have done enough driving. This one's on me. You
can use the master bedroom. I'll sleep in Jessie's bed."
Gene said, "Why not join us? It's a big bed. You being there won't bother
us."
"No, I'd rather not, and this changes nothing. You still do your driving
elsewhere if I am home. I am making this one exception because I know you
are both tired from a long trip. It's too late to be out driving, so drive
here."
We parted on that note. I had a great series of good cums while sniffing and
licking the hand that molested my daughter's sexy pussy. That week was a
very good week, and I was very good to them. Except for one night when I
felt stingy and displaced, I gave up my big bed to them every night. I
always got my hand nice and wet before turning in. They got a big kick out
of that. The reason I wanted my hand good and wet was obvious, but I stopped
caring about being obvious. He wasn't my lover; he was my child's molester.
We got that shit on the table on Sunday night. I wanted her to have a good
one and wanted her to get a good molesting. I appreciated what he was doing,
and he liked being appreciated. They rarely are by mothers.
Coming to that understanding did change everything, and we came to the full
understanding gradually over the course of several days. By Wednesday
evening, we had it straight. They were not shitting in my nest. We were
simply guests in his home and he was molesting my child. In his own home, he
was free to do as he pleased. If I didn't like it, I could take a drive,
look the other way, or go into another room. I could also pack my shit, take
my daughter, and leave. I had all those options, but I had no right to tell
him how to live in his own home.
Jessie's room became my room on Wednesday night, but by then, I was okay
with that. On Thursday, we moved her things out and my things in. I had my
own place, a nice little place, my very own masturbation hideaway with a
locking door. I do value my privacy. When I masturbate, I like to get down
and dirty with myself. The way I like to do it, security and privacy is a
must. I like to get those legs out wide and have at myself, fuck the slut
silly. For what I wanted, Jessie's room was perfect. The bed was a bit small
and hard, but no biggie. I had my place and now knew my place, understood
the situation, and was staying there to save money, willing to tolerate most
anything. I had plenty of options for those times when I couldn't tolerate
something.
We had another parting scene in the driveway on a Friday afternoon, and for
this one, Jessie was already masturbating. I had by this time witnessed a
great deal of child molesting and had not exorcized a single option while
getting in on some. What I saw looked pretty damn good, and what I got in on
was damn good. They had me fucking myself ten times a day. Sure, they knew
what I did in there, but at least they couldn't see. I don't care if someone
knows, but seeing...there are just some things a woman doesn't want anyone
to see. I think masturbation has to be high on most lists. It was at the top
of mine - the bottom of Jessie's.
He was much better with her than with me. I guess good material brings out
the best in a man. He had that fine young stuff any time and in any way he
wanted it, because I was oh so willing to hold her or put her that way, so
there was no need for any bullshit. We were getting along great, just like
in the beginning. I was so glad we could arrive at that understanding. It
was like the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders. We were good
buddies with a common interest in molesting a sexy young girl. Gene said,
"Any parting words of advice or caution? Any rules, regulations,
restrictions, dos or don't's?"
"What, and spoil your fun. No, do whatever makes you happy. Have fun, and
Jessie, be a good girl for Gene. Don't you be the one to spoil anyone's fun.
I like living here, and I'd like to stay, so don't you be a big baby."
That brought on an "Oh god..."
I smiled and backed away. She came in the street while he was still in
reverse. I thought she might.
The wait wasn't as bad this time. I had a few rough spots, but I was now
into this thing and was more eager to see what they would do than fearful
for what they might do. Yes, he was a nasty fucker with nasty friends. They
were molesting the shit out of my daughter, but Gene was a good man who
cared a great deal for Jessie. I got to see that first-hand. She was still
in the hands of a caring guardian. There were times I thought she was safer
with him.
I was very eager to see that sexy ass all decorated, but I figured they'd do
more than that because I was expecting the ass job. I was also eager to hear
more stories and had heard many over the week. They really fucked hell out
my little girl, and they had help. There were four other drop-ins who had
their way with her as well as one kinky chick. My little girl held up
remarkably well, and the fact that she was eager to get back to them was a
testament to her capacity for sexual use and abuse. If she could handle it,
I could certainly get off on it. I did miss her - and Gene. Masturbating
with a clean dry hand just wasn't the same.
Again, they were late. She had a sore ass and needed our help getting in. I
could see she had a rough weekend, but could tell she would go again. That
was a relief, because this time, I did not resolve to make this the last,
and that was without seeing what was done. Whatever it was, one more trip
couldn't hurt.
Gene and I stripped her down, but he had me kneeling in front of her at the
end of that strip. He also had her stand close so that her crotch was right
in my face. I didn't mind or shy away. I missed the scent. On impulse, I
took her clit ring in my teeth and looked up knowing she was looking down,
amused that I didn't shy away form her cunt, then took the ring. With the
ring in my teeth, I said, "I missed you."
She giggled and said, "Yeah, it looks like you missed me a lot. How does it
smell down there?"
"You smell like a girl."
"You like that smell, don't you?"
I nodded; she giggled. She said, "Mommy, my pussy hurts. All those nasty men
were fucking my poor little pussy all weekend. Will you kiss it and make it
all better?"
I had thought about doing that enough. This was my chance, so I released the
ring and pressed my lips to pussy lips, which was soon a case of a girl's
cunt being pressed hard against my mouth with her saying, "French kiss it!"
I stuck my tongue deep inside, which was something I had never done to any
pussy, although I have licked a few and sucked a few clits for close
friends. I would never French a cunt, but gladly did for Jessie. Doing that
thrilled her, and I knew she had been a good girl for Gene, so I wanted to
thrill her. I wanted her to go back, so I French kissed that cunt like a
mother giving a girl a reward. I was in no hurry. I did it well, then did
some licking and clitty sucking as best I could with that ring in the way.
When I finally parted, I left no doubt that eating her pussy was no problem
for me, and was something I very much enjoyed. I could see they both loved
watching.
I sat back on my heels and looked to Gene to say, "Well, did you guys have a
lot of fun with my fertile, unprotected, and sexy daughter this time?"
"Loads."
"Was she a good girl for you?"
"A perfect child."
She brought a hand down and began playing with herself. I thought she might,
but I knew how to make it better and said, "She didn't spoil anyone's fun by
objecting to anything, did she? I would be very disappointed in her if she
did."
On hearing this, she groaned and slipped two fingers into her hole. Gene
said, "She knew you'd be disappointed, so whatever we felt like doing was
fine with her. We took her at her word and didn't bother with consulting her
or asking her opinion this time. We did what we felt like doing."
"Well, I am eager to see the result."
Gene looked to Jessie and said, "Show her the result."
She turned slowly, and I slowly saw filthy graffiti all over her ass, lower
back, and down the backs of her thighs to mid-thigh. They abandoned the
flower motif and went with the shithouse wall motif. She was littered. I
never saw such filth in words and crude drawings that suggested amateurs
took a hand in the tattooing. Damn them, anyway. That was totally uncalled
for. The front was so good, but the back was so bad. There was no balance,
and they totally fucked up a gorgeous ass.
I could not hide my disappointment or my anger. I was angry mostly at
myself. I stood, picked up a lamp, and threw it into his antique gun
cabinet. He treasured both, then went to the pieces, knelt, and moaned as
though kicked in the balls. I shouldn't have done that, but god damnit, they
shouldn't have done what they did to something far more precious and
irreplaceable.
That violent act freaked Jessie. She put her disgustingly vulgar ass out of
my sight and didn't say shit. Gene looked over and said, "You had no right
to do that. Destroying my property is not one of your options, and if you
had a problem with anything we might do, you should have spoken up."
"I'm sorry, Gene. You're right. That was wrong, but you had no right to take
such liberties. I thought you had more sense than that. I thought you were
more responsible than that. I thought you cared about Jessie. I'm sorry I
destroyed your treasures, but you destroyed mine first."
"Tattoos can be removed, Jan."
"...they can!"
"Yes, with lasers - very effectively. The treatment is costly, but it was
worth it to us. I do care about Jessie. We all do. We adore her. When she is
tired of them, they will be taken off. She knows that and trusts us."
"I didn't know that. I knew she trusted you, but I thought tattoos were
permanent, something you took with you to the grave."
"I figured as much, but telling you would have spoiled it for Jessie. She
has been getting off on you being irresponsible, driven irresponsible by
your horny pussy. We had to do something that drastic to get a maternal rise
out of you. We got one - damnit."
I plopped into a chair and plopped my sorry dumbass head in my hands. Jessie
said, "It was my fault, Mom. I wanted to do something to freak you. I
thought if artsie stuff didn't freak you, maybe filthy stuff would. Gene
didn't want to do it. He let them do it to please me. I didn't think you'd
get this upset. Mom, I am so sorry."
I got up to give her a good hug, but then went to kneel in shards and bits
of glass beside Gene to say, "Gene, I am such an ass. Somehow, I'll pay for
this. Here, let me clean this up."
He grabbed my hand, saying, "No, you'll cut yourself. Don't sweat this. It's
only stuff. I can replace the glass, and the lamp...well, screw the lamp.
Honey, if this made you feel any better, it was worth the loss. Don't tell
me you're sorry. I'm sorry. I can't be giving Jessie everything she wants. I
sometimes forget she's just a child, and I often forget she's your child. I
want you to stay, Jan...please."
The fucker made me cry. I had no thought of leaving, and I now had my nude
daughter hanging on my back hugging me with her head on my shoulder, her
lovely breasts mashed to my back. That felt good. I liked those nipple
rings. I patted her head, kissed the side of her face, wiped my teary eyes,
looked to Gene and said, "You'll have to do better than that if you want to
drive me away."
He smiled and thumbed a tear streak away, saying, "I don't mind trying, but
you have to promise to behave yourself. I won't be asking your permission
ever again. When I feel like taking your daughter, I will just take her and
return her when I'm good and ready. If I want to loan her out to friends,
I'll do that. As long as you live under my roof and eat my groceries, I do
as I damn well please with your sexy daughter, and you have no say in the
matter - none, nada, zip. I told you what your options are. Now, do you
understand how things are going to be from now on?"
God, was my pussy wet, and I had hard nipples poking me in the back. I
nodded and said, "Yes, I understand perfectly, and I promise to behave
myself. I won't cause you any more trouble. I promise to be a good mommy and
mind my own business, and what you do with Jessie is none of my business.
While I am living here, she is not my daughter, she is your property. Is
that the way you see it?"
"That is exactly the way I see it, and you had best learn to respect my
property and my right to do with my property as I see fit."
"I do, Gene. I honestly do."
"We'll see. I won't have you kiss this mess, but you get behind Jessie and
kiss that mess. I do not want to spend a dime removing anything, so you make
her feel good about every mark and letter, then make her feel real good by
licking her stems."
Fuck, what a man, and that daughter of mine shared the same opinion. She got
right up, moved out of the debris field, and presented her ass in a wide
stance with hands braced on her knees, looking back along her left flank to
see if I would actually do that. I didn't want to keep her and her stems in
suspense, so I gingerly knee-walked to her ass, placed my hands on her
thighs, and began delivering tender kisses and licks to her filth.
She looked to Gene and cried, "God, I can't believe she's actually doing it,
and doing it so well. She is making me feel real good about these tattooes,
real good. She is making me want more, lots more. I want them all over my
belly, all over my back, down both legs, filth everywhere. I love these
tender mommy kisses. I want to feel them all over my body. Can we, Gene, can
we do that?"
"We can do anything we like. Your sexy ass now belongs to me. She is kissing
that sexy ass goodbye."
"She sure is. I can't wait for her to kiss the cunt goodbye. I love the way
she kisses my cunt."
I thought this was an opportune time to give that sexy cunt a good kiss, so
I gripped her hips, buried my face, and wiggled my tongue in as deep as I
could. She let out an excited squeal and hung her head low to see what I was
doing, saying, "Oh yes, kiss that cunt goodbye, Mom. Show us how much you
mean it. Show Gene how much you want to stay here and make this a permanent
goodbye...OH WOW! Gene, look how much she wants to make this a permanent
goodbye. Fuck, she is licking my fucking womb goodbye!"
Gene, kneeling at my side with a loving hand on my back, said, "I see that.
I think she is very comfortable here. I may just get her a more comfortable
bed to masturbate in. I might even take that hidden video camera out so she
can have some privacy."
Oh fuck. I slumped into a cunt as my daughter said, "No, don't do that. What
would we watch - regular TV? And what about all the people at Disneyland?
They loved our video. They want more. She doesn't need any privacy. If you
buy her a better bed, you should be able to put another camera in there and
not hide it. Get a better one and mount it on the bed with a remote control.
I love watching her fuck herself. Everybody does. You know how horny that
makes me, Gene. Don't you want me that horny?"
"I most certainly do, and you do have a good point. A bed mount with zoom
and remote would be nice. I'll have to give that bright idea some thought."
Damn them anyway. Shit! My mind raced over all the shit they must have
seen - and taped - and shared - all those people laughing at me. How could I
be so stupid. My tongue was not in a cunt, my forehead was. Gene, who knew
how I felt about masturbation and my masturbation privacy was now rubbing my
back. I should have been so pissed, but he could have kept that a secret. At
least, he told me.
Jessie also knew my feelings on the subject. She had to know that would stop
the kiss. She was first to speak and said, "Sorry, Mom, but your attitude
about masturbation is dumb. You look great when you masturbate. Everyone
thinks so, and you look super sexy the way you do it. Your video blew
everyone away. Those guys were so hard after seeing that. Man, did they ever
fuck me good. Mom, we have to get more, and you have to get over your
hangup."
Gene added, "She's right, Jan. There is no need for you to hide the sexiest
and most beautiful thing about you, which is the way you love yourself. I'm
sorry, but I must insist. I am getting you a better bed and I am installing
a bed mount camera. I insist that you do all of your masturbating on that
bed, on top of the covers. I insist. You know what your options are."
I rolled my head to look at him, still with my forehead in the gash. I
thought for a bit, then said, "Did they get a good laugh?"
"Why would they? There is nothing funny about that."
"No one thought that was funny?"
"No one. Through most of it, you could have heard a pin drop. When you see
something awesome and beautiful, you don't feel like laughing. You get stone
silent and watch, deep in your own thoughts. Jan, you are beautiful when you
masturbate. Whoever made you feel filthy, ugly, and dirty was full of shit.
I can assure you that anyone fortunate enough to see one of your
masturbation videos will not think that way or see anything funny."
Jessie said, "Mom, I am so proud of your video I could bust. You are the
bomb mom and you are drop-dead gorgeous. Everybody says that, and they see
where I get my looks. You are fucking awesome when you are fucking you. I
begged Gene to help you get over this dumb hangup. He is insisting because
he knows how much I want that, and we gotta have that bed mount remote
camera with zoom and color and all that fancy shit. That shitty black and
white doesn't do you justice. You should want a better camera."
I eased my head out of her snatch and patted her on the butt, saying, "I
appreciate everything you both said. More than that, I am glad you told me.
I do appreciate the honesty, so I am going to be totally honest with both of
you and tell you that sales pitches aren't necessary. You needn't bother
trying to win my support and cooperation."
Jessie stood and faced me. She placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder as I
continued, "When I kissed your ass goodbye, ass and cunt, that was a
permanent kiss goodbye, because I would never dream of taking you away from
Gene; besides, you'd never come with me."
"I wouldn't, unless he didn't want me anymore."
Gene said, "In that case, you wouldn't. Go on, Jan."
I said to Jessie, "I won't leave you, so I'm stuck here. I must live here by
Gene's rules. When he insisted. That was it. He can install any camera he
wants. If I can only masturbate on that bed or do without...well, I can't do
without. I will simply have to make the adjustment. I will not change the
way I do it. I am forced to deal with my dumb hangup."
She said, "Good. You should."
"I'm sure you are right, and it won't be easy, but a lot easier than kissing
your ass goodbye permanently and surrendering you to a group of child
molesters as Gene's personal property with all the rights and privileges
that goes with a piece of property. I fully understand and appreciate what
that entails. I have no rights; he has them all; I freely gave them all to
him. He is now free to do with you as he pleases, and since I am being
totally honest, I hope he takes me seriously. I hope he holds nothing back
and doesn't give my feelings or concerns the slightest consideration. If he
does that, and I can see he is taking me seriously, he will get all the
masturbation footage he wants."
That made her smile. She looked to Gene and said, "She's serious. Take her
seriously. Go ahead and tell her what your plans are. She's not going
anywhere."
I looked to Gene. He said, "I do take you seriously, Jan. This is a done
deal as far as I am concerned. A big part of property ownership is the right
to buy, sell, and trade property. That was why I jumped at your offer when
you mentioned the word property. This sexy doll is worth a small fortune. I
would never sell her permenantly, but I will sell pieces of ass. I will use
her to buy things, and I'll be doing some trading. If it will ease your mind
any, she is a very valuable piece of property. I won't let anyone damage it.
I also understand that this property has a perfectly good set of legs and a
good mind to control them. This property can walk off. Your feelings and
concerns don't worry me, but hers do. Gotta keep her happy, gotta keep her
smiling, gotta keep her in production. If that don't make your pussy wet,
tough shit."
"Don't misunderstand me, Gene. Harsh, cruel, abusive treatment of her does
not make my pussy wet, not at all. I wasn't fishing for that. You behaving
as an owner and feeling totally free to do with her as you please without
regard to my feelings does. I have noticed that the more you behave that
way, the more I masturbate. I am recognizing a reality and going all out to
have that reality realized. I am greatly relieved that you appreciate her
value. I see how you treat your property. I am not at all concerned. Sure,
I'll worry. I understand there are risks involved, but I'm sure you
understand them better. If I see that you aren't worried, I'll relax. If you
are worried, I'll be scared shitless. Buy, sell, trade, do whatever you
want. She's your property. Manage her wisely, she should make you a small
fortune."
"She will, and I will, and as long as you are here, you'll benefit."
"That would be nice, but I'll earn my benefit. I can be a big asset. As you
pointed out, she has legs and a mind of her own. No one knows that or her
better than me. She is less likely to wander off if I am here. I can also do
my best to keep her from using her legs. I will do all I can to keep here
here, keep her in good shape, and keep her working. I will look after your
property, all of your property, and all now includes her."
He smiled and said, "I hope you do better with her than you do with lamps."
He got a good laugh out of Jessie. I said, "I can't throw her, so I think
we're safe there."
Jessie said, "No, but you can sure turn me on like a lamp. If you want to
keep me around, just stick out your tongue."
That pussy was back in my face as she said that, but I didn't mind. I stuck
my tongue way out and let her use her pussy on it while she gripped hair at
the top of my head and tilted my head back a bit. Using my face as a rubbing
post thrilled her. She looked to Gene and said, "This is great. You have no
idea how much I have thought about doing this to her. Now I can. You keep
her around. I won't go anywhere, not as long as I can do this to her, or
order her to eat me, or fuck her face whenever I feel like it. Yeah, I like
this. I like this a lot."
"Then I insist she serve you in that way. Do you have a problem with that,
Jan? Let her answer, Jessie."
Jessie eased off and let me say, "No problem, not if you insist, but I
expect to be well-compensated after the money starts rolling in."
"We'll haggle when the time comes. For the time being, you'll serve for room
and board."
"You drive a hard bar..."
My lusty nasty daughter said, "Don't talk with your mouthful. Didn't your
mother teach you any manners. By the way, I have my own rules. When you have
your face between my legs, you get your hands busy between your legs. I
don't need you to hold onto me. I'll hold onto you. I want a masturbating
slut sucking my cunt. The bed isn't the only place you masturbate. This is
the exception to his rule, right, Gene?"
"I insist."
God, those two were going to be the death of me, but I can't say that rule
didn't come as a welcome rule. I did have a terrible ache that needed two
hands to quench, and I had no reason to be shy with those two spies. If I
had to do this, I wanted to do it right. To do it right, I had to be naked,
so I drew my tongue in to use it for speech, and said into a pussy, "Do I
have to get naked to obey this rule?"
That got the pussy out of my face. She wasn't expecting that response. She
eagerly said, "Yeah, you have to get naked every time, now take everything
off, then lie on the floor with your legs way wide like you do. I'll squat
on your pretty face. That's another thing I always dreamed of doing. Do you
have a problem with me squatting on your face, Mommy?"
Gene gave me a hand up. Once up and disrobing, I said, "No, no problem. I am
willing to serve you in anyway that pleases you. I will do anything to keep
you here serving your master, anything to keep you happy in bondage,
sweetheart."
I had my dress and bra off and was slipping my panties down as I said that.
She threw her arms around Gene and cried, "God, I fucking love this, Gene -
my master. She can keep me so happy in bondage, serving my master in any way
that pleases him. She's fucking loving it, too. I'll bet her pussy is so wet
she could put out a bon fire by sitting on it. Look at her. [saying to me]
Go on. Get on your back and show us how wet your slut cunt is. Show us how
horny giving your only daughter to a group of child molesting perverts makes
you, handing me over to a life of sexual slavery, serving a molesting
pervert so that he can make a fortune selling my ass. Show us how happy you
are."
By then, I was all too happy to. I made them the widest beaver I could hold
and then used my fingers to open wide the lips. I showed them the sloppiest
cunt I could offer while saying, "This shows you how happy my cunt is, but
this doesn't tell you how happy I am about unconditionally giving you away
permanently to child-molesting perverts. I will be happy to tell you how
happy this makes me, and I will be totally honest, as honest as my wet
cunt."
"Tell me. I'd like to know exactly how happy you are, and what about this is
making you so fucking happy."
Gene said, "Yes, let's hear it. Why the hell are you doing this?"
I looked right at Jessie and said, "Your happiness is the most important
thing in the world to me, and bringing you happiness was always something
out of my reach, beyond my ability, no matter how hard I tried, no matter
what I did. You seemed determined to be unhappy, living the life of a
recluse, siting on the floor with headsets on, listening to decadent,
morose, and depressing music. You dressed in black. Your world was black.
You were a suicide waiting to happen. All I could do was wait with you while
being shut out by you. Your sadness made any happiness impossible. I could
never be happy with you being sad. I waited and felt totally helpless while
watching the most precious thing in a mother's life die slowly and
painfully, day by day. I have just given you the definition of mother Hell,
and then Gene came into your life and I saw a spark of life come into you.
Happiness entered my life when it entered yours, and exhilarating came over
me when you called me a bomb mom after I accepted your first tattoo and your
right to be sexually active with Gene - Gene and his pervert buddies. Me, a
bomb mom. You were so happy and so in-love with life, held in the arms of a
child molesting pervert with kinky friends."
This was not at all what Jessie expected to hear. I now had her eyes
watering with tears begining to flow. Gene held her tightly to his side and
gave me a warm smile. His expressive eyes said, "You're doing good, Jan.
Please go on."
I went on, "I saw that spark ignite a tinder box of passion. Color came back
into your life - bright colors, bold colors, happy colors. I heard laughter
and gaiety. I saw silliness. I saw life in my lovely daughter. I could see
you dreaming, and hoping, and I could see that you saw a future. And I saw
loving. I felt love. Happiness returned to my life because I could see it in
yours. I could also see what brought it, and I knew he was a child molester
the moment he laid eyes on you, but I would have gone to my knees and begged
him to stay if he had ever said he was leaving. I still will, Jessie,
because your happiness is still the key to mine, and he is the key to yours.
"That was difficult for me to accept - so strange, so bizarre - the
strangest thing being the molester getting off on me knowing what he was
doing and would keep on doing if I weren't willing to spoil your fun. He
seemed to know there wasn't a fucking thing I could do except watch, wait,
fret, and hope for the best while he and his friends did as they pleased
without the slightest motherly interference. He had me in a serious bind and
knew he had it made. What kept me going was seeing your happiness, hoping to
hear another bomb mom out of you with that sparkle in your beautiful eyes.
The deeper you sank into this well of perverse sex, and the more I came to
accept it, the happier you became.
"One day, I knew how to make you permanently happy. I knew how to give you
the most precious gift any mother can give, but the hardest to give, for to
give it, I had to give you your total freedom to live your life on your
terms, but I knew I could never know true happiness unless I gave you yours.
When I could see that truth, I gave him the lock that goes with the key and
did the hardest thing any mother can ever do. I set my daughter totally
free, which for you is in bondage to a loving master who, in this case, is
also quite perverted. I have finally found the way to make you happy, and
that way is to keep you bound to your perverted master, so I will serve you
and your master in any way that helps. My wet cunt didn't tell you that, but
you should know that this perverted shit does make my cunt wet. I am
happiest when I have a wet cunt between my legs. As you can see, I'm pretty
fucking happy."
That made her burst into tears and throw herself into my arms. She hugged me
so tightly, she hurt. I wrapped my legs around her filhy ass and used both
hands to massage her back as Gene went to take a seat and wipe wattery eyes
the way men do to prevent tears.
For a while she just hugged and cried, but then came a barrage of
I-love-yous and bomb moms. When she stopped crying, she pushed up and looked
at my face for the longest time, just studying me with a smile. When she
spoke, she said, "You gave me life, saved my life, then gave me life again.
You are the bomb mom, and I will love you forever, but I still want to squat
on your pretty face while I watch you masturbate."
"Then whip it around here and have a seat."
She whipped and I was suddenly engulfed in crotch with small female hands
using my breasts as supports. She must have looked like a frog about to leap
as she watched me do my masturbation thing in a super wide beaver. She was
so excited, she could not hold sill. I could see why she needed a clit ring.
That nasty cunt was all over my face. I had to chase cunt. Half the time, my
nose was up it, but Gene had the video camera and wanted a shot of the
tongue action. That got her to lift and hold steady. He got his tongue
action, then focused on my beaver. That should have sent me flying, but I
became a ham for the cam.
For a good thirty minutes, we made great porn, but we were spent and
tuckered. We each climaxed several times. Jessie must have cum six or seven
times to my three. I was tired, but she was spent. She rolled off me and lay
sprawled on her back beside me, leaving me to the cameraman who was panning
his camera all over my nude form as I sat up with stiff arms braced behind
me. I drew my feet in, but left my knees out because he was zooming-in on my
cunt, being a very rude cameraman. I said, "My mother better never see
this."
"Behave and she won't."
"I was going to close my legs, but I think I'll behave."
"Good girl - smart girl - nice cunt."
"I'm glad you like it. I was beginning to wonder. Ever since you sampled my
daughter's pussy, you have shown no interest in cunt. I suppose you are
taping sound, too."
"That's why we're talking. Keep talking, and that isn't true. I have been
sampling your daughter's cunt every time your back was turned from day one
on. You turned your back a lot. Thanks."
"That explains the spark. Mom won't like hearing this. She always taught me
never to leave my daughter alone with a child molester, or ever turn your
back on them, because they'll fuck."
"You should have listened to your mother."
"I listen, but I knew you needed to fuck her or you might leave. I had to
turn my back so that you could fuck her. I had to leave you two alone so you
could fuck her, and when I could see you needed to fuck her a lot, I had to
let you take her to Disneyland and stay the night in a motel, but I wasn't
surprised that you took her to molester friends instead."
"You better behave."
"I plan to, but just to make sure, you'll need this. Mother, I fucked your
husband, the guy I called, Daddy, all through puberty and on into college.
You weren't getting enough because I was. Oh, and that slut you tasted on
his dick - that slut was me. There...that should do it."
Gene smiled and put the camera down. That was a wrap. That got Jessie onto
her side with her head propped by a hand, saying, "You were boinking
Grandpa?"
"He doesn't boink; he fucks girls in the ass."
"That slut tasted shitty, then."
"No, that one tasted like a girl. She lucked out."
Gene interrupted, "I need a beer and we're out. I'm going to make a run. Do
we need anything?"
"Just beer."
As he made to leave, Jessie scooted around to my front to put her face in
line with my beaver. Still lying on her side with her head propped by a
hand, she just stared deep in thought. She paid no attention to Gene
leaving, or leaving without her, which was a sign she was deep in thought.
The door closed and she was still staring deep in thought. That should have
made me terribly uncomfortable, but it didn't, not at all. I was over
something. I brought one hand in and began playing with my open pussy
casually, thinking that might draw a comment or a reaction, but she just
kept staring. I finally said, "Penny for your thoughts."
"I was thinking you have a neat cunt."
"So do you. Neat cunts must run in the family."
"Oh, do we come from a long line of female track and field runners?"
At first, I didn't understand what the hell she was talking about, then the
light dawned and I went, duh. Running cunts. I said, "You certainly seem
fascinated."
"I have always wanted to just lie between your legs and look at your cunt,
so I'm doing it."
"Yes, you are. Am I doing this right?"
"You knew enough to know I wanted to see you play with it if I was looking
at it. You want to do it right. I'm wondering why. Is this to make me a
better whore."
"I do want you to be a good whore for Gene, but I also felt like playing
with my cunt with you staring. I'm getting a cheap thrill out of it."
She thought, then said, "You really do have a neat cunt. How many people
have you shown it to like this, not counting the ones we showed it to?"
"Well, let me see. If we don't count medical people. I don't know. Maybe a
dozen - fourteen, maybe fifteen. That's about how many have gone down on it
in light bright enough to see what they were eating."
"Any chicks?"
"A few, five."
"Five is a lot. Did you go down on them, too?"
"I have gone down on more than have gone down on me. That number might be
twenty owing to a slumber party that I drew the short straw at."
"I've never been to a slumber party."
"I know. I wish you had. There are a lot of things you have never done that
I wish you had."
"Like what?"
"All the things regular kids do growing up in a rich social environment. You
would have made a great cheerleader."
"Me, a cheerleader. Get real. I got these tattoos so that would never happen
to me. This shit is cheerleader protection."
"What else will it keep you from having to worry about?"
"From all the things that are part of a rich social environment that
produced a mother too uptight to wank off with her daughter."
"Ouch...that hurt."
"You asked."
"I didn't ask for that. Is that what kept us apart, that we didn't strip
down and masturbate together?"
"No. What kept us apart was you always driving me to be something I'm not
just because you were. If we had wanked off together and told each other
what we were thinking about, you would have known that and given up."
"Would I have set you up with a child molester?"
"Maybe, or done it yourself, or gotten one of the dads to do it. Instead,
you made sure no one could or would ever dare."
"I sense frustration and a bit of hostility."
"No, I just wish it had been different. It took so long for us to get here
and be like this."
"We're here now. Am I now the way you want me?"
"I love all this honesty. So, you want me to be a good whore. That's neat. I
think it's so neat that you are okay with this and with the shit they do,
and this is some really heavy shit, and you know it. You have to be a kinky
bitch to get off on it, but you do, don't you?"
"You know I do and have from the start. I got off on that first flower. I
got off on exposing your entire pussy to Gene. I did that to show him that I
was okay with him seeing your pussy. I figured that if he knew I was okay
with him seeing your pussy, he would assume it was okay to fuck your pussy.
I thought he probably had, but he needed to know I was okay with him fucking
the pussy I was showing him."
"That was neat, and we took it that way, too, so why did you pitch such a
bitch when we did?"
"I didn't pitch a bitch with him. I was going through a roller coaster ride
of confused feelings at that time, but I did want him feeling free to fuck
you, not only him, but Gene and his pervert buddies. If you will recall, I
okayed the second trip while we were watching you show your stem. By then, I
knew four men were involved, and I knew they all fucked you. He asked to
take you back for an entire weekend, and I didn't hesitate to say yes. He
may as well have said, 'I'd like to take her back for a full weekend of
fucking and tattooing. Is that okay with you.' And I as well as said, 'By
all means, please do, and do whatever the fuck you want to do to her. She's
all yours.'"
"That would have been better, but what you did say...no, it was what you
didn't say that got you a bomb mom. You didn't say no more tattoos, which
was as good as saying he could do all the tattooing he felt like doing."
"I thought he took it that way, and I never corrected his understanding, but
by that Friday, I wanted to make sure he took it that way. That was why I
left it up to you and told him to have fun. I wanted them all to have fun.
That bomb mom meant a lot, and I didn't want to lose it over a silly
misunderstanding."
"I thought it might, but you earned it by being a kinky bitch. You are a
kinky bitch, you know."
"I can't deny it, and I am a lot kinkier now than I was two weeks ago, a lot
kinkier."
"No shit, but it's about time if you ask me."
"Am I kinky enough for you?"
"You really do want me to be a good whore, don't you?"
"I do, but you'll be a good whore without my help. I was just curious."
"Stay curious. I don't want you acting kinky to play a role. I want to see
your kinky self just as you are. Just do what you feel like doing and keep
being honest and open with me."
"I can do that."
"I love all this honesty. So, you want me to be a good whore, and you knew
we were fucking all along. That's interesting."
"I didn't know you were fucking until the day you came home from Disneyland,
but I knew you would be from the first day I saw you two together. I had to
accept that or run him off. I wasn't about to do that, so I turned my back a
great deal and hoped for the best, but I never dreamed you were getting it
on from day one. Was that true or was that bullshit for the video?"
"It was true."
"How? On the first day, I hardly ever left you two alone."
"You left us alone enough to fuck three times."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"I am not kidding, and I was counting. We fucked three times that day."
"Were you cherry?"
"Cherry in that I hadn't had a real dick."
"How did that come about?"
"He grabbed my cunt and told me I was a sexy little shit. I looked him in
the eyes and said, 'Yeah, what are you going to do about it, or do you just
like playing with little girl pussies?'"
"That's my Jessica."
"That was your Gene, too, and that was why I fucked him, and fucked him
every chance I got until I got him all to myself and you weren't getting
none that you didn't get from yourself."
"I see. You did a good job of stealing my man."
"Not really. I did a good job of stealing his cock, but you still have the
man."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean he's in love with you. If you can't see that, you're blind."
"I know he loves you."
"Mom, he loves his property. He loves my sexy ass. He loves my cunt, my
tits, the way I fuck. He adores me; he doesn't love me, and he never says
that he does. He loves the way you masturbate, and he loves you. He tells me
that all the time. He tells you, too, but you don't think he means love
love. You need to wake up and stop playing master/slave. He doesn't want a
slave; he wants a wife, a life partner, someone to love and share his
interests and property with. He wants you in the bed with us so that he can
love you while he is fucking me. He keeps inviting you, but you keep turning
him down. I guess he'll have to insist."
"No, I just never dreamed...are you sure, Jessie?"
"Mom, I am very sure, and I am positive he is the right man for you. I
thought he was the right man for me, but I give up. He's my master, in love
with my mom. I am just now coming to terms with that, otherwise I would have
told you sooner. Mom, you win, and I am very happy for you. If you want to
make me very very happy, be his wife and become another master. I'm dying to
eat your pussy, but you're not getting one snakey lick from me until you can
order me to do it. Until you become my master, I'm your master. Your pretty
face is my chair, and if you don't wise up soon, it'll be my piss pot.
You'll know when I'm tired of playing master, and you better drink, or I'll
hand that tape to Grandma and say, 'Grandma, look what Mommy did to me.'"
"I won't spill a drop."
"Damn right you won't, and I am already tired of playing master."
"I need time to think. I mean, this is a big step in a woman's life. If you
are tired, you're tired. That should speed things up a bit."
Jessie grew a wry smile. She had to think that would freak me, but my
college roomate and I were into playing piss pot for each other. Healthy
piss can't hurt you. I think Jessie already knew. That kinky bitch she
talked about had to have that kink. That was probably what made her a kinky
bitch. Jessie suddenly changed her tune and says, "You shouldn't rush. This
is a big step in a woman's life. There is no need to rush into this thing.
He's not going anywhere. You're not going anywhere. All we are talking about
is doing the paper work, but you need to think this through with a clear
head."
"Will your piss clear my head?"
"There's one sure way to find out." She said while struggling to get to her
feet.
She got up and I leaned back on two stiff arns, then watched that pussy
advance as she straddled my torso to advance the pussy. She looked ready to
piss from excitement as she advanced, blown away by my apparent acceptance
of being used that way. When the pussy arrived, I opened my mouth wide and
tilted my head back. She grips hair at the top of my head and excitedly
says, "Mom, I'll do it. This is no joke. I'll piss in your mouth."
"I didn't think you were joking. You look like you need to piss real bad. I
am braced for a full bladder."
That did it. She went, ahhhh, and then let 'er rip just as Gene came through
the door. She turns and squeals, "I'm pissing in her mouth, Gene. Hurry! Get
over here! Look at this. I'm pissing and she's dri..."
A pissing girl got lifted and swing, so piss went everywhere, then Gene set
her on her feet and read her the riot act about respecting your mother, and
disgusting behavior, and there being a place for that. Yeah, Disneyland. He
then came to me and used his shirt tail to dry my face, then hold my face as
he knelt and said, "I am so sorry, Jan. I never dreamed she'd try anything
like that with you. Please forgive me. I swear, nothing like this will ever
happen to you again."
I thought I'd toy with him a bit, so I looked sad and serious as I said,
"Gene, if it makes her happy, what choice do I have. I know my place in this
family. I'm not your wife. I'm not even your lover. All I am is your slave
keeper."
"You could be my wife. She wouldn't dare piss in my wife's mouth. She will
kneel before my wife. Jan, I have asked a dozen times, and I am asking
again. I am down on my knees asking this time. Won't you please marry me and
be my wife?"
I could see smiling Jessie in the background, nodding hard while imploring
with her hands. I mulled his proposal over, then smiled, and said, "Since
you got down on your knees and finally did it right, I accept your proposal.
Now, I'd like one of those beers, because I need to teach that little whore
a lesson. I need ammo."
When he first invited me to share the bed with them, I should have leapt at
the offer. Making love with Gene while he fucked my daughter in the ass was
the ultimate sexual high. We had her sandwiched between us. I held her ass
and held her cunt against mine. I felt every thrust. Later, we flipped her
over and he fucked her pussy. That was the way to fuck Gene and get the most
out of that man.
I now go to Disneyland and we go twice each month, every odd weekend,
because Jessie works on even weekends. The group has grown to twenty-two.
The three of us could not be happier. This isn't the life for everyone, but
for us, this is the life.
The End
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