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Family Values
By: Tiffany
Sixteen-year-old girls have a tough time staying virgins, but the attractive
variety with great bodies have it tough to the degree they are attractive
and built. I would have to say that I have it about as bad as it gets. What
guys want, I have in abundance and in the finest quality in light tones of
blonde with blue eyes. I have the hooters, the fine ass, the great legs, and
of course, natural blonde pussy of the tight virgin variety. Add a pair of
dainty feet for the dainty foot lovers, and you have a big problem if you
want to hang onto virginity. The pressures to give it up are enormous,
unrelenting, and oppressive. That's why so few make it to age sixteen with
intact cherries.
I made it, but just barely. I made it mostly because my mother instilled in
me the absolute necessity to be a virgin when you marry. I was raised on the
bullshit that the hymen is a precious gift that can only be given once.
Virginity must be given to the man you choose to marry, for if you present
him with a used slut, he will always treat you like a used slut. Whether the
barrier falls to a careless finger or one over-eager boy, a man who doesn't
get to break the seal of chastity will always assume a thousand have passed
that way before. A man will discover a lady or a tramp, with nothing in
between, and nothing will ever change that perception.
I bought into that traditional line of thinking, but goddamn is that hard to
do these days. Seems like everybody is fucking and no one gives a shit about
hymens. Here I am guarding something I think is precious, but no one else
thinks it is, but they do think I am an idiot for thinking in terms of
ladies and tramps when all men are tramps and deserve nothing better. Little
boys should be circumcised and little girls should under go a hymenectomy. A
good friend summed it up best when she said, "We should all start equal and
be people who fuck other people."
I know that parents must instill the values they grew up with. I understand
how it works, but there comes a time when you look at instilled values and
you must decide for yourself if you want them. I had to take a hard look at
the cherry situation not long after my fifteenth birthday. I was so fucking
tired of hauling that heavy motherfucker around even back then. I wanted rid
of it so badly, but there was my mom. She would be so disappointed, and she
did ask, often. I can't lie to her. She can tell.
The real pisser was that the guy she saved her cherry for left her for
another cherry girl. Marry a cherry chaser, you marry a man who wants
something you only have one of. I wasn't impressed. I didn't want a cherry
chaser, but she attracted them and was attracted to them. She was dating
another one, but the cherry he was chasing was between my legs. He also had
a dainty foot fetish that he couldn't hide. She has always had trouble
keeping her dates eyes off of my virgin legs and ass, because she has always
been attracted to leg and ass men cherry chasers, and she is very proud of
her beautiful and sexy cherry girl, but this new guy, Carlos, was too much.
Thank god Carlos the Magnificent doesn't juggle charcoal for a living or my
feet and legs would be pitch black. The rest would only look filthy. Don't
get me wrong. I am not complaining. A tall, dark, Latin, Ricky Martin with
strong hands and a love of tired feet and legs that love the feel of manly
hands is not exactly my idea of death by slow torture. I am just saying,
this new guy was something else, and in his company, she was something else.
She wouldn't tell him he couldn't touch me. She'd grab a foot or leg and
join him to play who could touch the most on a virgin without getting wet,
making the virgin piss, or getting the virgin pissed. It was that game or
let's work together to see if WE can make better beavers.
She doesn't like tit men, so my tits don't get near the attention that my
legs do, at least not at home by her male companions, who for the most part
are well-behaved gentlemen who only look and offer appropriate compliments.
Every now and then, she'll bring in a touchy feely gentleman, or a
hugger/kisser guy, but this new guy who appeared on the scene about a month
before my sixteenth birthday was something else and someone special. I did
believe my mommy was head over heels in love with a cherry chaser of
biblical proportions and her cherry-chasing Don Juan was hot on the heels of
my cherry.
Carlos showing up at my party bearing gifts was not entirely unexpected
since he only needed to fill out a change of address card and give it to the
post office to make the residency move official, but like the man who gave
it, his gift was something else. I hardly knew this foot-freak,
cherry-chasing, Don Juan, mother fucker, and I not only get met with a very
warm feeler-up hug, but a kiss on the lips that was ten long seconds long
after giving me a most inappropriate gift in front of male and female
friends, neighbors, relatives, to include my biological father and his young
wife and her ten-year-old daughter. He was there so that he could give me
his very inappropriate gift.
No one saw Dad's vibrating dildo, but they saw the illustrated box and heard
it vibrating before Mom, in a panic, grabbed the vulgar box like a loose
football and ran that buzzing time bomb in for the touchdown, somewhere in
the garage where she somehow rendered it off, then away. No one knew what
she did, but she came back without it and told my dad that his vulgar and
totally inappropriate gift was not the least bit funny.
He stopped laughing to tell her that she didn't think so because she
couldn't see the look on her own face. He was right. That look was funny
when she grabbed the box, and funny when she returned without the box.
No one actually saw a vibrating cock, but they all saw what I got from my
mom's new touchy-feely, cherry-chaser, Latin lover boy - a very sexy bra and
panty set - pure silk - Fredricks of Hollywood - pure erotic wear and hardly
anything to it. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely loved both gifts and
inappropriate gifts in general, but I could not use one or wear the other
for three reasons: I'm not a slut; I don't shave my pussy; my nipples need a
real bra without holes for the nipples to poke through.
Needless to say, my mother was very embarrassed; my father was upset that
she took his inappropriate gift to the garage but the spic lover boy got to
present his and receive a long kiss for his. Neighbors were amused;
relatives were somewhat amused; my girl friends were greatly amused and
wondering who I'd give the inappropriate gifts to; and my guy friends were
trying not to laugh. I have quite a few guy friends who are just friends
because I don't put out, but I do make a good female friend.
I never did much dating, and during that summer between my sophomore and
junior year, all I did was hang with friends. I am a fun girl, a very
popular girl, the girl you most want to be seen hanging with or on. They
love to tease me by telling me that if I ever lose my cherry I'd be
dangerous, easily the biggest slut in school, and I don't deny it, and some
say I am without having to use slut-hole number one, which is akin to
winning the juggling contest with the right arm tied behind the back,
keeping all the balls up with one hand, one asshole, and a talented mouth.
Let's not forget the dainty feet, which as one of my male companions once
bragged can get a pom pon girl and her date off along with the chaperone and
his monkey, and make them all cum at the same time. I took a bow. I do have
talented feet, but I am famous for having the pussy dogs absolutely will not
stop licking once they get one lick. People are fucking amazed. Around me
dogs act like animals - male, female, young puppies, old hounds.
There's a trick to that. You slip one of those paper packets of salt up a
pussy and a dog won't stop licking that. People who see how dogs act can
assume what they will, but they assume I am one very tasty and uninhibited
bitch who can take an awful lot of deep licking and never fall down, get
weak, or even wobble. Most chicks are very impressed by that.
I am not at all shy. I am a well-known daredevil. I'll show all and do
anything except pussy fuck. I'll take dares that sluts won't, and you don't
dare me unless you are willing to follow my lead. If my mother had any idea
what a non-pussy-fucking slut I was, she would shit, die, then bury herself
along with her shit. I could shame her and her kind back eight generations
and have a long line of dead ex-virgin brides doing casket flip-flops in
long forgotten graves.
I am always the first girl to strip down and skinny dip, or sit nude at a
campfire with my legs apart. I would love to shave my pussy, but my mother
would throw a shit fit if I even shave the lips. I will masturbate on a
dare, get a dog to lick my pussy. I'll jack off or suck anything - cock,
cunt, tits, toes - man or beast. I'll suck a dog's dick on a dare.
I did that, but the stupid bitch that dared me chickened out. We each had to
do a minute, and she following me. Taking the handoff would mean she'd take
the blast off, but she refused to take the hand off with a dog's cock that
was about to go off, and she should have thought about that before she dared
me and agreed to my terms. I helped hold her while the mutt fucked her.
You don't dare me and agree to follow my lead then try to back out.
Everybody knows you don't dare Charlene McGuiness unless you got the balls
to follow her lead, and you don't dare her to pussy fuck because she can't.
I'm an easy ass fuck, but only as a dare. Who dares had best be prepared to
take whatever I take. My friends sure as hell knew.
My roughly twenty friends were quite amused by this idiot's gift, but when
he followed that with a long kiss and a dare to model the gift, twenty high
school juniors and seniors, an equal mix of boys and girls, sounded like the
audience in a cheap sitcom as the star got a kiss from a guy she had a huge
crush on - ooooohhhhaaaaahhhh!
This dare put me on the spot and they knew it. Half of the people present
were not my peers. They were family friends and relatives who didn't know
the real me. My father didn't know me at all. The only one I really cared
about was my mother, and I did care a great deal about her and what she
thought. I looked to her. She brought Carlos. He was her problem. I can't
say I wasn't enjoying her affectionate lover or her embarrassment,
discomfort, and shame, or that I didn't want to make it worse.
I did by drawing attention to her and putting the monkey on her back by
saying to her, "I'll take that dare if you want, but I would have to shave
before I would model panties like these. I don't mind looking naked, but I
do mind looking silly. These panties would look silly over any pubic hair.
Well, do we dare?"
You could have heard a pin drop, but I was shocked to see her actually
thinking about it with him pushing her to be bold and daring. I could see
that she did not want to let him down. She wanted so much to impress this
jerk. I had never seen her like that with any man. He was a hunk, and he
looked rich. He was a few years younger than her, maybe even still in his
twenties. She had to want him real bad to even consider going along with
that dare.
This guy was a worse hound than my father, who still was, by the way. Joann
was his third wife, and he was cheating on her and trying to get in my pants
besides. I was sure he was fucking her ten-year-old daughter. Joann looked
resigned to coming along so that he could showoff his slut wife and little
Lolita whore daughter to the ex-wife, the ex-in-law family, their friends,
and his sexy daughter to see if maybe that would impress her with his sexual
prowess. Worked, too.
I was impressed with the way he manhandled that little girl and had the
mother trained and conditioned to put up with it. He earned a piece of my
sexy ass, or a hand job, blowjob, foot job, or tittie-fuck. Sorry, no cherry
pussy...please make your selection from the menu...no
substitutions...management reserves the right to refuse service to anyone.
Dad liked Carlos and what the guy was doing to the embarrassed ex-wife. Dad
liked the gift, the kiss, and especially the dare. He was all for the dare
and lent his supporting pressure. He taunted, "Come on, Jill, don't be a
prude. Let Charlene shave her sexy pussy and model her sexy new undies for
us. You may be ashamed of your tits and your pussy, but Charlene isn't
ashamed of hers. She took after her daddy, and if I didn't know better, I'd
swear she was Joann's child. [looking down at the sexy child looking up from
his mauling embrace] You're not ashamed to show your sexy pussy, are you
sweetheart?"
"Nope! Want me to?"
"Show 'em. I dare you."
She showed us. Joann didn't look at all upset or surprised. She just wanted
to get this over with and go. He was just itching for the excuse to show
what was clear so that what was clear would be absolutely clear. That did do
that. Even I thought that was a bit much and unnecessary, but what upset me
was that his idiotic showoff act pissed Mom off, soured her mood, and blew
any chance that she might allow the dare, and she was leaning that way. I
couldn't believe it, but she was thinking it over.
That put a damper on my party and started a fight between an asshole and
ex-wife joined by supporting ex-in-laws and a few outraged neighbor friends.
Dad ended up leaving with his sluts but returned to wish me a happy birthday
and give me a better kiss than the other cherry chasing asshole did -
almost, because Mom ended his more passionate kiss by lighting his pants on
fire at the cuff. He got in about twenty seconds of soul kissing a virgin
daughter before he realized he was on fire and it wasn't the kiss. Joann,
who stood waiting at the open door, was very amused.
Carlos, Mom's new asshole, thought my father was an asshole, and he put Dad
out, punched Dad out, literally dragged him out, then tossed him out,
followed him out, and turned the garden hose on him. When Dad came to,
Carlos beat the crap out of him and stuffed him into a very old Volvo slowly
driven by a very young lookie loo. He gave the kid a hundred bucks to take
an asshole for a long ride, so, my Daddy went for a long ride. Carlos kissed
Joann and her lovely daughter and offered Joann his deepest sympathies.
That pretty much fucked up my birthday party, but I had a great time out at
the lake with my friends and another twenty to thirty associate friends and
as many comers and goers, crashers and dashers, dope peddlers and
over-21-losers who had cheep beer to trade for underage pussy or minor
sexual services.
We did the skinny-dipping, daring, game-playing, drinking, illicit drugs,
and pot-smoking thing - the usual summer time lake horseshit. A lot of girls
got fucked - which was usual, but I was never more sorely tempted to join
them. I did in that I pulled a train up my ass which I had never done and
that was not done on a dare. I was just plain horny and wanted to get
fucked. I had trains going in both directions, and ended up looking like a
fucking train wreck even after a douche in the lake.
I stayed out until well after sunrise when I was due home no later than two
in the morning. Sixteen candles extended my curfew two hours, but drunk and
high extended that to eight the following morning, and it was nine before I
came trudging into my house to face a mother who was absolutely certain I
had pulled a choo choo across her precious cherry. I know I looked it,
smelled it, and walked like it. She put it in the shower and then into the
bed thinking it was gone and all her fault. I don't recall much but do
recall looking at her head lying on my abdomen facing my pussy thinking,
"Shit, if I knew she'd take all the blame, I would have moved them all down
one hole."
I didn't wake up until eight that evening. Other than starving, I felt fine.
I was also naked. I had also undergone a vaginal exam. I knew that because
Mom knew that I still had an intact hymen. She did like checking, but she
had never shown anyone, but she showed Carlos. He had spent the night, was
still there, and he brought me coffee, sat on my bed and told me that they
were surprised to see that I still had my cherry.
I have never had a man come into my room, much less take a seat on my bed
and talk about my pussy with me. I felt like asking what he did with my
mother's body, but after seeing how he was with her, I had a feeling he was
authorized. This was very very interesting, not at all upsetting.
It quickly dawned on me that if this guy fucked me, she would accept the
blame. Carlos needed little or no encouragement. He was actively engaged in
the pursuit and making steady progress through sensual massage. Rape would
be even better. With this guy, I could even act like I didn't want it and
I'd still lose the damn thing. I didn't need to discourage him when she
wasn't there to see it, so I sat up and allowed the covers to fall to my
waist as though coffee was all that mattered, and since he had already seen
everything, there was no reason to hide anything.
He liked that attitude, loved my tits, but he wanted another look at the
sexy pussy that was between my sexy legs that so well complemented my fine
ass and went so well with dainty feet. He just reached and drew the covers
all the way off so that we could look at it while he toyed with my fine
curls and told me how much better my cunt would look without cunt hair. He
told me exactly what he found so sexy about my cunt besides it being a
virgin cunt between the legs of such a beautiful and sexy cunt.
Naturally, I was very interested in anything he had to say, me being a sexy
cunt and all. My mother absolutely detested that term for the vagina and any
man who applied the term to any member of the female gender as a whole. I
could not help but wonder if he dared refer to her sex organ as a cunt or to
her as a cunt, because that cunt will come unhinged at pricks who do. I had
to assume that I became a cunt because I stayed out late, got stone dead
drunk, and was involved in a train wreck that devastated everything except
my cherry. I wasn't about to make an issue of terms, not with the asshole
who could spare me from being a lady.
He liked puffy lips with a prominent clit. He liked a cunt with fleshy inner
lips. He loved the healthy coral-pink coloring of the area inside the cunt
lips, and we discussed my unused fuck hole after he fully opened up the cunt
lips so that we could both see what the fuck we were discussing. I could not
believe I was discussing my fuck hole with my mother's fucking boyfriend.
I figured she had to be out running some sort of errand. Not even he had the
balls to be doing what he was doing if there was any chance she might walk
in and catch us doing that. I could see her proudly showing a guy like him
the cherry of an unconscious daughter. She was that proud, and that willing
to impress this guy. I was not too surprised that she did that, especially
after they saw the way I looked and acted when I finally came home. She had
help giving me a shower and getting me into bed. I vaguely recalled him.
What they did with my body after I zonked out I could only imagine, but my
last memory was with her head on my mound, facing pussy with another person
seated on the bed between my legs massaging my left foot so good that I
drifted off into a dreamy sleep.
I wished I had stayed up to see what else they did, but from what he told
me, my sexy virgin cunt was the main topic of discussion. He told me some of
what they discussed with a finger deep in my fuck hole stroking my cherry.
They speculated about what sort of things besides fingers and tampons had
ever been in my virgin fuck hole. I found out what they thought had, then
told him what had, leaving out dog tongues, but what I most wanted to know
was did she also refer to my vagina's birth canal as a fuck hole. He assured
me that she did after he insisted she use the correct terms of cunt and fuck
hole.
I found that fascinating, but what blew me away came next. He told me that
he dared her to stick her tongue in my fuck hole. She took the dare and
enjoyed it. She said she thought she could feel my cherry. He tried it. He
was sure he did. They took turns licking my cherry and sucking my cunt. He
said they amused themselves with my cunt for hours, then said while stroking
my cherry, "Do you mind that we took those liberties?"
I said, "No, she has done that before, but I do find sharing hard to
believe."
"She thought you might and thought you might mind a great deal. She didn't
want me to tell you what we had done, but I told her you had a right to
know. She begged me not to tell you. I told her I would. She knows I am in
here doing exactly what I told her I would do. I dare say she is under a bed
in dread, because she couldn't bear to have you know what we did. I couldn't
bear to keep secrets from you when not keeping them makes my dick so hard."
I knew she had to be under a bed. What I couldn't understand was this
strange power he had over her. I wasn't sure I liked it. I liked the way he
stroked cherry, and I loved the way he handled pussy, but he was messing
with my fragile Mommy. She met her match in this bad boy, and she was no
match. I can't say I was, either.
My precious cherry was his for the taking. I had long since set my coffee
cup down and was offering him pussy while rubbing my clit. The more I did
that, the more I liked what he was doing to my mother, until I loved what he
was doing to my mother and wanted him to do more. She needed to watch. She
should be forced to watch and masturbate. We were wasting so much good shit
and she wasn't there to see it.
God, I wanted his cock so badly, but he knew that. I said, "Are you going to
fuck me in front of my mother?"
"I intend to fuck you on top of your mother with her holding your legs
apart."
Oh god, I had the vision and said, "Does she know?"
"She promised me your cherry and swore she would not only hold your legs
apart but she would hold your cunt lips apart through the entire act. She
promised a cherry, a fertile womb, and a whore daughter. She swore that she
could make you into anything I wanted. All I did was tell her what I
wanted."
I came totally unhinged and cried, "Oh fuck! Go get her, because I need it
right now. You'll never get me more ready."
"Hey, settle down, kiddo. I want her to get you ready. I want to see her do
all the work. She thinks we are just in here talking. I'm making sure that
you won't be a problem for her, but I want to see her work for it, and I
don't want to see you making that too easy."
The fucker pulled his finger out, then grabbed my wrists to prevent me from
doing me. I was right there, too, I mean right at orgasm's door. I now knew
the best way to get a female spy to talk, a better way than a screw driver
shoved under her finger nails or drilling into her knee caps. Just grab both
wrists right at the edge of a killer orgasm, but I had no state secrets to
give away. All I could do was die without actually dying, but at least my
nails and knees were fine after I regained my wits.
He enjoyed that - the fucker. At least, he kissed me. Wow, what a great
kisser, too. That kiss left me feeling good. He then kissed both nipples and
my sexy cunt, gave my cherry a lick, then came up to kiss me again. Before
he did, he told me that my mom got a big charge out of kissing my cunt and
then Frenching my unconscious mouth. He then showed me.
Oh, that fucker! Oh, what a sexy fucker. Mom stood no chance. I now knew how
locked in she was. I now knew she could do it. The job would get done, and
by god, I had my own reasons for making her work for it. Pure revenge for
pure stupidity. The fucking bitch was going to work as hard to give my
cherry away as she did to keep me from giving my cherry away.
I knew that could end up being harder on me than it was on her, but me and
Carlos shook on it. We were partners, and buddies, good buddies. I really
did like that guy, and even more when I found out that he loved my mom and
wanted to marry her. He sounded very sincere, but his only reservation was
that she was a bit too much a prude with too many inhibitions. She needed to
loosen up a great deal before they'd be perfect for each other. He was
optimistic, but he did see how much trouble she was having.
He wanted me to help, and thought this was the best way. I honestly agreed.
My motivation to seek revenge totally vanished, replaced by motives that
were more in line with my true feelings for her. I now saw him for what he
really was, and he really was a great guy and perfect for her. What he did
to my dad now made perfect sense, because a crude asshole insulted and then
assaulted the woman he loved. He was not only not an asshole, he was my
hero.
I was so into this, and I was so liking that man. Fuck, I so wanted him to
be for real. I got up on my knees and held him by the broad muscular
shoulders, looked deep into those Ricky Martin eyes of his, and said, "You
better be for real, your sexy fucker, because if you screw my mother over, I
will have your nuts freeze dried and tacked to my headboard. You don't know
who you are fucking with. Don't let the cherry fool you. I can out slut any
slut with one fuck hole tied behind my back. I could raise an army by
offering pussy for the fucking. I would raise one to go after your nuts if
it turns out you aren't for real."
He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I don't doubt what you say for one
second, Charlene. I see how dedicated your friends are. Sweetheart, I will
never fuck any woman over. I don't fuck women over. I adore women, but I
found one that I love - finally. She is not perfect, but she wants to be
perfect for me, because she loves me, too. Your mother and I are madly in
love and we are aiming our love at an altar, but we know we have issues we
need to get behind us as we get in step with each other. She wants to get in
step with me, which is fine with me, because I love the way I walk. She
admires the way I walk. She wishes she could walk that way, too, but we need
your help, Charlene. We discussed that at length and we have been discussing
that at length all week."
I smiled and said, "Let me guess. You first discussed feeling me up together
in the guise of foot and leg massages."
"Good guess, but we are now getting personal with your pussy. This is where
she is having a problem. She is afraid she can't get past this problem if
you become disgusted and end up hating her. My assurances have meant nothing
because I don't know you like she does. She feels certain that you might be
very upset with her. She thinks you could become very angry and that anger
could lead to out and out hatred. Honey, your mother is terrified. You mean
more to her than me or any man, or anything. She took the biggest risk in
her life by trusting me and letting me come in here, but she is absolutely
terrified. The first thing you need to do is allay her fears. I assume they
are totally groundless."
"Not totally, but they are now. She has put me through a slut's hell with
her virgin bullshit. I am sore about that, but if she sees the error of her
ways, I have no problem with her trying to raise me as she was raised. I am
thrilled that she wants to get in step with you. I know I like the way you
walk. I think you walk on both sides of the street, and you'd like a
bi-street companion."
"Very well expressed. I know how bi she is. How bi are you?"
"I am not half as bi as she is, and I have known she was long before she
started giving me great bisexual leg massages. When she sees me naked, it is
all she can do not to lick her lips while staring at my pussy. I think I was
three when I first noticed her hunger. She has been taking unnatural
liberties with an unconscious daughter, or one she thinks is, for years. She
has never shared me with a man that I am aware of, so you must be very
special. No, she has been licking my cherry for years, and I like the way
she licks a girl's cherry. Her cherry licks have done more to keep that
cherry in the box than anything else she does. My biggest fear is that she
might not lick an empty box, or put her face in a cunt, or her tongue up a
fuck hole that really is a fuck hole."
"So we are okay with a bi-mommy?"
"A-okay."
"She isn't sure that you are aware that you have one. Actually, she is sure
you must know, but she thinks you refuse to accept that you have one. She
doesn't know why you refuse to wake up and confront her with what she is
doing. That is the big mystery in her life. What is the answer to that
mystery?"
"I didn't want to spook her. What's the big mystery?"
"That was my thought, but her thought is also valid. Before she can get
comfortable with phase two, she needs the answer to that mystery."
"Well take me to her or bring her in here, because I will solve that mystery
right fucking now."
"I have a good way. I just told you that your mother is very bisexual and
she has a strong sexual crush on you and aches to go all the way with you
while you are wide awake and responding. When you learn that, you can't
fucking believe it. You want to hear that from her, and you want her to
prove it. You go find her, stark naked, and you drag her terrified ass out
from wherever she is hiding, and you two get that misunderstanding sorted
out. Can you do that?"
"Watch me."
"No, I'm going for a walk. When I get back, I want to see two naked beauties
all sorted out, but that is as far as we go until that gets settled in, and
we all get comfortable with us being that way. I'll massage your feet while
your mother fully expresses her love for you. I would prefer that you simply
receive our affection."
"I enjoy giving and receiving."
"I understand, but I know she is very uncomfortable with the idea of you
reciprocating even if she were to learn that you were as bi as she is. She
isn't sure she could ever accept your sexual attention being applied to her
pussy. By the way, she still has a pussy, and she will not shave a pussy.
She will shave a cunt or let you do it, but she has to recognize that the
slit between her legs is a cunt that needs to look like what it is before it
will."
"Makes sense, but does she see a cunt between my legs."
"She is willing to see what I want her to see. She will shave your cunt if
you will allow her to. She almost let you shave it and show it yesterday."
"I saw that. Well, I'm ready. Are we ready?"
"I am very ready, but I know your mother isn't at all. Don't be too hard on
her. She doesn't need you telling her what a fool she has been. She knows;
she is very sorry; she'd love to make it up to you; she wants to do a
complete 180; all she needs right now is to know that you still love her
very much."
"Relax. I know my mother much better than my mother knows me. I think I know
exactly how to handle this situation. Enjoy your walk, but make it a long
walk. Take in a movie. When you get back, just walk in. She will be on her
knees licking my cherry. I would greatly appreciate a foot rub, but I would
much rather see you kneel behind her and fuck her hard in the ass. That
would make me feel all better."
"Your mommy won't take it up the ass, soft or hard. That is another issue. I
say the anus is a sex organ; she says it is a terribly nasty place that she
likes to pretend she doesn't have, and bringing her anus to her attention
simply reminds her that she is full of shit."
"She is and she needs to be reminded. I am going to tell her that I told you
that if you want to get on my good side you better keep reminding my mother
that she is full of shit, and remind her in front of me, so that I know that
she knows, and we will all know."
"If she'll hold still for it, I will do my best to get and stay on your good
side. I will not force anything on her, nor will I stand by and watch you,
or your asshole father, or anyone else. Let's get one thing straight. She is
the woman I love. I hope we can lock step with me, but if we can't, I am
willing to find some compromise step, but whatever step we step to the altar
with will be a step freely chosen, even if that means you are an angry and
out-of-step step-daughter who must go live with her asshole father. We have
discussed that, too, sweetheart."
"Oh...that would be very bad for me."
"I'm thinking it might be awful for you. I'm thinking you might be much
better sharing our love nest as an equal partner in a three-way relationship
based on mutual respect, love, and understanding, where we are seen as
parents, and you are seen as a mature minor who has every right to be
responsibly sexually active, and you were not last night."
"I think I will be any kind of daughter you want, Carlos."
"Your mother thinks I want a pregnant whore daughter. Once she proves to me
that she will get me that, I'll get you an abortion and treat you like a
minor partner."
"Barefoot and pregnant whore daughter suits me fine, so feel free to make it
a good long test and consider adoption rather than abortion."
"We'll see how things go, but if she fully locks step with me, I believe
you'll get the life that best suites you. We have talked long enough, so
I'll be seeing you in exactly three hours, and that will make it right
around midnight."
"We have a date, but let me storm out first, because I would be leaving you
after hearing what you just said. Go see a butt-fuck flick. I want you
butt-fuck horny."
"For that I cross the street and walk funny in front of gay guys."
"God, you are so cool. I can't wait to see you suck a dick."
I had started off when he called out and said, "Wait. There is one other
mystery I must know the answer to. We pulled six empty but unopened salt
packets out of your cunt, mostly plastered up against your hymen like cunt
wallpaper. That's a new one on me."
I smiled like a crafty bitch and said, "A dog will lick anything salty,
works better and lasts longer than peanut butter, and you can sneak in a
salt packet."
"Clever bitch."
"Yes, and you can slip one into an unsuspecting bitch and make her very
popular at picnics. Dogs can smell salty pussy. They can often do without
peanut butter, but they sometimes must get salt. I can always tell when a
dog is salt deficient. They act exactly like they think you are in heat. It
does no good to tell them that you are not. They act like they don't
understand a word of English. It's very embarrassing for a lady, Carlos. I
hope that never happens to my poor mother after she gets her cunt shaved and
stops wearing panties. I think a stroll though any public park would be the
death of that poor woman."
He smiled and said, "I think getting to know the real you will be the death
of that poor woman. It's clear she doesn't know you at all."
"No, she knows I'm not like her, and she knows I am not the least bit
bashful, shy, or sexually inhibited. She knows me. She just doesn't know
what I'm like when I get among friends and free roaming dogs, outside police
jurisdiction and under the influence of anything I shouldn't be."
"Go."
"Going. Have a nice funny walk, sailor....MOTHER! WHERE ARE YOU?"
I found the silly bitch hiding out in the master bathroom behind a locked
door, unwilling to open the door or talk through it. She wasn't ready to
deal with it. She asked me to please go away. There was no budging her, so I
thought and thought, then said. "Just tell me. Is it true what he told me?"
"Yes. Everything he told you is the truth, but I will not discuss it with
you right now. Please, Charlene! Give me some time."
"Mother, I can't believe you sat on my face and took a piss inside my mouth,
then put your bloody tampon in my mouth just to amuse your pervert lover.
Mother, how could you do that to your own daughter."
That did it. The door flew open. She took me by the shoulders and earnestly
cried, "Charlene, I never did any of that! Honey, I swear to you. If he told
you I did, he lied. You must believe me, Charlene. I didn't do anything more
than I have always done, and I know you know what that is. Sweetheart,
please, you must believe me. I would never abuse you that way, not for any
man."
I smiled and said, "I know, but it got you to open the door."
That was a gotcha moment, and gotcha moments are great icebreakers. She
lightly slapped my upper chest and said, "Oh, you little stinker!"
I pushed my way in and backed her into a corner, saying, "Me a little
stinker? He tells me you have a sexual crush on me, that you are strongly
bisexual, and that you want me awake and responsive. Why did I never hear
that from you? Do you have any idea how much I want a mommy like that? Do
you have any idea how I have suffered over these years trying to pretend I
was asleep, when my pussy was so wide-awake I wanted to scream. Do you know
how many orgasms I missed out on because I had to fight them back instead of
urge them on. Do you? Well, do you?"
"No, because you never told me how you felt. Why didn't you?"
"Because, you never told me why you were doing it. I didn't want to spook
you. I was afraid to wake up or even move. Damn you anyway."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know how you'd take it, and I honestly thought you
didn't want to face what I was when I could never face what I was."
"Which was what, a mother who loves me to the point of sexual adoration.
Yeah, we virgin girls hate that. God forbid any dear loved one offer us any
sexual relief. We absolutely hate a nice, soft, long, loving tongue in our
aching fuck holes, licking our aching cherries, making our horny cunts feel
great. We can't stand that."
I had her smiling and feeling okay as she said, "All right. I'll stop doing
that."
"You better not. I'll run away. I'll go live with Dad and be his whore. I'll
let a dog fuck me in my pussy. I'll give my precious cherry to a beast. I'll
hold my breath. I'll cash in my bonds prematurely and suffer penalties for
early withdrawal."
"All right. You win. Please, don't touch those bonds."
"Will you make love to me? Are you willing to prove you have a sexual crush?
I want proof, good proof that I am being loved by an honest to goodness
bisexual woman, a card-carrying child molester and all-around pervert."
"I could probably prove that, but I have to be completely honest. I never
did register as a child molester, so I have no card. As for all-around
pervert, I am embarrassed to say I am new and don't know very much, but I
have enlisted the services of a professional tutor who assures me that he is
both a child molester and a seasoned pervert."
"I met him and he strikes me as a real pro. I am very impressed, Mom. I mean
that, I am very impressed. I think you should do whatever he says without
question."
"I hope you mean that, and I hope you know what you are saying, because that
man has me wrapped around his little finger. He has me dancing to his music
while he is turning my world up side down and in-side-out, making right
wrong and wrong right. I'm going along. I don't know what the hell I'm
doing, but I do know that I do love and adore you more than you can possibly
imagine, and I ache to show you and see you respond to my love and
affection. I can prove that."
I took both of her hands in mine and got serious and nose-to-nose to say,
"Mom, you have proved that every day of my life. You don't have to prove a
thing to me, but I want you to trust me. I know what you are getting into,
and I know that you are getting into it with the right man. I know you are
going to be so happy. I am so proud that you want and are willing to get in
step with him. I see how frightened and unsure you are, but you need to know
that you shouldn't be. You can trust Carlos to do what's right for you and
for me. Hold his hand and let him show you the way."
"I'm trying, but I do worry so about you."
"You need to know that Carlos has my full faith and trust, my total support,
and unless I tell you otherwise, you may assume he still does no matter what
he does or wants you to do. There is one other thing you need to know. The
anus is a sex organ."
"I know yours is. Jesus Christ, Charlene! Did you lose a bet, or were you
trying to see how much semen the entrails can hold?"
"Oh, did someone cum in my ass?"
"Some one? Did you fuck a damn horse?"
"Mother! Your language!"
"Hey, no butt whore tells a lady how to talk."
"BUTT WHORE!"
"Yes, butt whore...ass slut...rectal cock-sucker...Charlene McGuinnes the
Sphincter Queen. I hope you know, I have never been so humiliated in my
entire life. After bragging all month about what a lady you are, you shit
enough anal fuck onto me this morning to completely drench my head with one
butt burp while I was trying to get your dainty foot over the edge of the
fucking tub. I looked up to Carlos wondering what the hell fell on me. He
took one look at me and said, 'Thank god you weren't raising a butt slut or
we'd need SCUBA gear.'"
I fell down. Oh god, that image had me in stitches. A dozen long-tongued,
salt-deficient mutts can't bring me to my knees, but that image dropped me,
then toppled me. I rolled. I ached. I laughed my fucking ass off. I got my
revenge and the revenge was so sweet, so neat, and could not be beat.
I did not remember getting into the tub, but I do know about butt burps. I
could only imagine that mega butt burp. I have no idea how many cocks my
horny ass sucked, but I do know I carried the potential for a biblical butt
burp. I do recall having it plugged with something. Evidently, cocking my
leg dislodged my plug. I took a dump on a silly bitch, and I would have
given anything to see the look on her face when she looked up to her lover.
I didn't need to. I could well imagine, and after that, I could see why I
became an object of intense sexual interest and curiosity. I sure as hell
wasn't no fucking lady.
Mom helped me to her bed and laid me out, but I still had the rolling
chuckles. One look at her face as she got naked would start me up again. I
hardly ever got to see my mother naked, and I never did get to see between
her legs. I was looking at a mom I never saw before as she got up on the bed
and came to stand astride my middle as though getting ready to piss on me.
That stopped my giggles.
She looked like Wonder Woman - hands on hips, big hairy cunt, and attitude.
No, I never saw this mom. She waited for me to stop laughing. She waited for
me to stare at her cunt, then said, "I am undergoing serious changes,
Charlene, changes that will have a profound affect on our relationship and
how I raise you from now on. Have you noticed any changes?"
I thought, then said, "Well, no, not really. You do seem a lot taller. Are
you wearing your hair different?"
"Stop cracking jokes, Cunt. Can't you see I'm serious?"
"I can see that you need a serious shave, Nanook."
"Oh, do you think I have a hairy cunt?"
"Is that what that is? I thought a rabid skunk tried to burrow into your
pussy and got stuck."
"No, that's just my cunt. I'm thinking I could use a trim."
"I'm thinking you could use a trim down to skin if you intend to child
molest me with that nasty thing."
"My tutor says I must, and he also wants me to prostitute you, so I was
thinking of going for a A on my first assignment by paying you to eat my
cunt. I could pay you to make my cunt edible, then to eat it. How about ten
bucks for a shampoo, shave, and eat-out."
"Fifteen."
"Twelve."
"I won't do it for less than twelve-fifty. You'll have to beat me to do that
disgusting thing for less than twelve fifty."
"All right, but you better make me cum."
"Mom, I think the shampoo will make you cum. You look like you are about to
cum just thinking about a trip to the cunt barber. I do believe if I were to
stick a toe up your asshole...like this...you'd squirt me...like that."
Mom never expected my big toe could so deftly go from her overheated cunt to
her unsuspecting asshole so quick and so far. She pissed and couldn't stop,
soaked me, the bed, fell to her knees and got the silly ate out of her. Poor
thing banged her silly head against the headboard trying to fuck my face.
When I sent my tongue up her ass, she squealed, shot straight up, and pussy
farted.
She tried to crawl away but I clung to her ass. She did reach the floor
before her crawlers gave out. I still had the lower half on the bed. The
upper half dangled as I ate her ass. That's what you call the taming of the
shrew, and that was all that woman ever needed to make a man like Carlos a
good wife.
When Carlos arrived, he found us on the bed in reverse with Mom over me with
her ass facing the door, both chowing down on our shaved cunts in a bed that
was soaking wet. In bright red lipstick scrawled over Mom's ass read: PLEASE
FUCK MY ASS
Carlos took out a very impressed dick and while kneeling on the mattress at
my head, said, "I thought we agreed to make her work for it."
I said, "She did. I am being paid to do this. She wants and A+ on her first
assignment. I'm sorry, but this is between you and your fiancée. I am simply
the innocent victim of child abuse, and I should be paid a hell of a lot
more for bearing your bastards, a hell of a lot more."
Mom yelled out, "Shut the fuck up and eat cunt, you little whore. Welcome
home, dear. The little cunt drives a hard bargain, but for twenty bucks a
week, she'll be the daughter we want. I think we can make twice that just
from women. What do you think, sweetheart? Did I do good?"
He sank effortlessly into her cock-sucking ass, then said with Charlene
sucking on his nuts, "Twenty seems a bit steep, but if she'll invest half
wisely in long-term government securities, I'll go along with that. I just
want to make clear that there are severe penalties for early withdrawal."
Mom said, "Give her one. I owe her."
I was holding it together pretty good until she said that.
The End
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