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Mom's Hang-up
By: Tiffany
My father is a prick, but my mother is what guys call drop-dead gorgeous. I
am blessed in that I take after my mother in all areas except sexual
attitudes. She is a bit of a prude, dresses far too modest, and refuses to
flirt much less cheat on an a prick that does. I am now sixteen, sandwiched
between two horny brothers. One year separates our ages. We were all born in
January. She had us one, two, three, then stopped. She had her three and got
it over with quickly, but that produced a girl sandwiched between two horny
boys who were as horny as she was.
We all started puberty together. I started on time; Craig started late; Bret
started early. We have been fucking since puberty, usually as a sandwich.
Craig loves my ass. Bret adores my slick pussy. They are both tit boys, and
I was blessed with a great set. Once they fully ripened, I wanted to get on
my knees and kiss my mother each and every day, and right between her sexy
legs. I'm not into kissing cunts, but I am into that one, and if she ever
heard me use that word, she'd shit clawing kittens.
She is a great mom but she can be a real cunt about sex and masturbation. I
guess they all are about sex, but not masturbation. Most of my friends were
taught by their mom and share masturbation toys. My mom had none. The only
thing she had was the hang-up from her Catholic boarding school days, but
she was no longer Catholic, hardly religious, and liberal about most things.
Masturbation wasn't one of them. Incest certainly wasn't.
Dad, on the other hand, had no sex hang-ups that we could see, and we saw an
awful lot of him being sexual. He likes being naked, and he prefers his dick
being hard. He likes to play with his dick but much rather I do it. I do it
real good since puberty. I use both hands, employ my mouth, and if Mom isn't
home, I'll hop on Pop and ride the pony until he cums. He likes being hard,
but I like making him soft. That goes for Craig and Bret, friends of Craig
and Bret, Friends of Dad, neighbors of ours, and I am ashamed to say, a dog
of a neighbor of ours. I simply can't stand seeing a hard dick go
unrewarded.
When they get hard and I know that I am the reason, I feel personally
responsible. I have always been flattered by a stiff dick. Don't tell me I'm
sexy and gorgeous, let me see proof. Mom is just the opposite. A stiff dick
that she inspires is a terrible insult. A stiff dick other than her
husband's calls her a whore. A dog that gets one is calling her a bitch. A
son that gets one is calling her a cunt. She has to take that shit from dumb
animals and dumb men, but not sons. There is absolutely no excuse for a dumb
son.
My mother could not be in a worse environment. The neighborhood was all
wrong, infested with uncouth rednecks and their mutts that ran loose. She
had the wrong kids of the wrong mix at the wrong ages, and she married the
wrong man. By the time I turned sixteen, she lived in a nun's version of
Hell on Earth, although I think most nuns would like that. My mom had been
on track to be a nun but got sidetracked by a big prick who got her
pregnant. She married the maintenance man who raped her because that was the
right thing to do since she was having his baby.
Actually, she married the guy who kept on forcing sex on her until she got
knocked up. It was her Mother Superior or whatever they call them in a
girl's boarding school that pressured her into marrying the man for the sake
of the child that Mom wouldn't be having if the nasty bitch didn't get such
a big kick out of stripping a girl naked and locking her in a room with a
horny naked man. Mom left the church after three such kids. The first thing
she did was get on the pill and flip off the Pope. She may have told the
Mother Superior to go fuck herself. Knowing my mom, she would have told her
to go fornicate herself.
I call my Dad a prick, not because he is one, because he is a life support
system for one, and I have never seen a finer one, although he has two sons
who are getting there. For a girl who loves dick, I could not have been born
into a better family, unless I could be born to one with a slut mother who
loved seeing a slut daughter enjoy dicks. I don't have that, but I have a
great dad.
I love my nasty Pop, always have. He tells me sex stories, always has. I
heard all about Mom from him, as did Craig and Bert. She was a great fuck at
sixteen and only got better. She has the finest pussy he ever came in, and
her fine pussy gets slick as a slug's belly with a little fingering. She
won't masturbate, but he can do it, and if he misses a day, she gets very on
edge. She'll even get slutty. She has to get a good cum if she misses a few
days, and after a good cum, she wants another from fucking. She has two
types of orgasms and needs both especially on her period when she becomes
ravenously horny. I'm the same way. When I'm flowing heavy, I'll fuck a dog
in a crowd.
I was fucking one in a crowd that Mom appeared in and you never saw such a
scene. By this time, she was at her wits end with me anyway. Our
relationship was strained to say the least. What she stumbled into was
exactly what the relationship didn't need at the exact time it didn't need
it. Seeing me mate with a beast made her want to have me put to sleep. She
half expected sons to turn out like their father, but she had high hopes for
me turning out like her. I was headed there until puberty set in. Overnight,
I became a daddy's girl, then stayed a daddy's girl. My daddy would be proud
to see that his daddy's girl had stripped naked to do it on the lawn without
regard to who saw, doing it the way a real bitch would. Not mommy.
God, she was pissed. She turned a garden hose on us. When that did no good,
she turned it on the crowd who should have been ashamed of themselves. They
wrestled the hose from her and hosed her down, which revealed no bra, no
panties, and a bald pussy. They also revealed that bald pussy along with the
bare ass and squirted both. For trying to be a party pooper, she got a good
douche and a better enema. Though dripping wet and very cold, that assault
was fun to watch while getting mutt-fucked.
Thanks to her impulsive stupidity, we finally got a good look at her cunt,
and we saw it with a fat garden hose in it, also up her ass. They had the
water turned way down, but the hose went way up with her legs way apart. A
dozen people saw her goodies, eventually all of her goodies as they freed
her of the light housedress. She spent a good ten minutes outdoors, totally
naked, being forced to watch me mate with an animal while getting a steady
alternating douche and enema. Our neighbor taught her not to interfere in my
breeding activities. I mean he really taught her, because she never did
again.
Mom was so humiliated by that experience, she couldn't face us or talk about
it. For days, we didn't see much of her. We had long been aware that she
kept her pussy free of hair, but she had to because Dad wouldn't finger a
hairy pussy or one needing a shave. She shaved her cunt, but she knew how
that made her look. She just didn't think anyone would ever know, or that
she would ever need to put on bra and panties unless she were going out
somewhere. Her nipples were so light and formless that you couldn't see
them, and the flesh was so firm her tits looked supported. She never bounced
or flounced. She could get away without wearing a bra, even in a light
dress, but not a wet and clingy white dress. Going for the hose was a dumb
move. Squirting Doug Bennet in his own back yard with his own water was even
dumber. The dumb cunt was asking for it. She got it and could hardly live
with it.
I felt sorry for her, but she needed that coming out party. She needed the
exposure. You can't see how fine she is until she gets naked. We knew
because Dad told us, but seeing was believing. I never saw a finer female
form, and my brothers now knew why their dicks always got so hard when she'd
bend over. What a fucking ass! What a great cunt! What great hooters she
had! Mom had it all. I had the junior version and was thrilled to see what
I'd be getting. I made my decision then and there to be an exotic dancer,
whore, and porn star, the career path my father was pushing, not that I was
resisting, but I hadn't made up my mind until I saw that I was built for it,
or would be.
After that scene, Mom was definitely in the wrong neighborhood. Those who
weren't at the scene heard all about it. If hearing wasn't believing,
someone took pictures, had them developed, blown up, and reproduced. They
were black and white but excellent, lots of close-ups of her sexy bald pussy
sucking on a garden hose. She got fucked by that garden hose, in the pussy
and in the ass. She impressed a lot of folks. Everyone owned a full set and
they were calling to tell her how great they were. She'd grow red as a beet
listening to a nasty phone.
Those pictures and those phone calls were her undoing. For days, she went
about in a daze. You could hand her a phone, but you had to hold it to her
ear, then watch her die the death of a thousand nuns being raped by a
million Huns. I didn't like seeing that as much as my brothers did. They
were awful, and they were awfully hard, and they weren't at all shy about
letting her know that. Pressing a hard dick against her ass while holding a
phone to her red ear told her exactly how they felt about her and her sexy
ass.
They got worse and worse until they were doing it in the nude the way Dad
did. A week after the big scene, they were as bad as Dad, doing all the
things he always got his ass chewed out for, but they weren't getting chewed
out. They were getting away with it. Because they were getting away with it,
they were getting bolder all the time.
I knew she'd be getting a dick up her ass or a cunt full of son cum if she
didn't do something to regain control and establish order. By this time, she
had a group of regular callers who told her exactly what they thought of her
and wanted to do to her. They weren't all men, either. Two were women and
the best was a ten-year-old boy, Doug Junior, who wanted to breed our mother
like a bitch. By not holding the phone pressed to her ear, we could hear
what was being said. Some things made me blush, but they all made my
brothers randy as hell.
After a week, Mom was getting a good molesting from a double team effort.
One held the phone as the other got both hands inside her clothes. After a
while, they'd trade. When she would take a masturbating to orgasm, I knew
she was a gonner. I wasn't wrong, but when it happened, when Craig sent his
dick up her ass, she stood there and cried. She didn't bawl, but tears
flowed the whole time Craig humped her ass while playing with her pussy and
Doug Junior told her how he'd pose her for better pictures. Little Doug was
the shutterbug who ruined her, but he was very good with a keen sense of the
vulgar. Vulgar was what everyone liked about his photography.
Seeing her cry made me sad, but not so sad that I wanted to stop it. I had
always wanted to watch her get fucked in the ass. Knowing how much Craig was
into that, and knowing how much he wanted the sexy ass his mother carried
around, my sympathies were with Craig. On this occasion, I held the phone
and held up the back of her dress so that I could watch her nun wannabe
asshole eat dick. That was great. Toward the end, I worked her clit while
Craig opened up the lips for me. Between us, we stopped her crying and made
her cunt weep. I can work a slut's clit, and I worked that clit like the
clit of a slut.
I showed her that no one can masturbate a cunt like another cunt. I know I
impressed hell out of her. That orgasm brought her to her knees, then to her
all fours where she took the rest of her fucking like a bitch. With Doug's
verbal assault ringing in her ears, she took it like a good bitch, getting
down on her elbows to offer Craig a better ass to fuck, hanging on Doug's
every obscene word as he described every proposed scene. The more he talked,
the better she got until Craig found himself fucking the ass of the most
willing ass he ever got his dick in.
Craig was so amazed, he stopped fucking and held up both hands, saying,
"Look, Stacy, no hands. The bitch loves it."
Indeed, the bitch did love it and seemed to love being addressed as a bitch.
Her asshole took over and ran the full length of his rod as fast and as hard
as he had been fucking her, but she clearly wanted him to do the fucking.
She groaned when he stopped. When I took my hand out of her crotch, she
moaned and brought her own in. Now, that was something, possibly a first,
because Dad never reported her ever doing that. As far as he knew, she never
touched herself down there, not sexually. I always had my doubts. The more I
saw, the more I saw fingers that were no stranger to the gash. She ended up
resting on her chest so she could use both hands. She knew exactly what she
was doing, but had to do it because I wasn't.
This was payback for all the shit she gave me over the years for
masturbating. I think Craig was paying her back for being stingy with her
ass. Payback's a mother, but I can't say she didn't enjoy payback. I can't
say she didn't secretly enjoy being publicly fucked by a garden hose while a
nasty little boy took ultra vulgar pictures. My guess is, she liked being
stripped and locked in a room with a horny rapist. I would further guess
that her Mother Superior did a hell of a lot more than just strip her and
give her sexy ass to a man.
An all-girl school run by women who don't fuck, with absolute authority,
sanctioned by God. If that isn't a lesbian's dream job, I'll kiss a whore's
ass on Main Street and give her thirty minutes to draw a crowd. Dad never
suspected and he worked there, but those were my first thoughts. A
frightened girl does not go into a situation like that with a slobbery-wet
cunt. She would not have been as easy and as horny as Dad described. Someone
had to get her hotter than hell and aching between the legs before pushing
her in. No one can do that to a girl like a mature lesbian - trust me.
My mother was bisexual as hell, only I could admit it. My lovers were the
two women who were talking to Mom, trying to interest her in a threesome,
telling her what a delicious little fuck I was while I held the phone and
listened and heard how well I suck a woman's cunt. Mom had known for years
that I had mature female lovers. She knew who they were and could accept
child molesting from women. Lesbian sex never bothered her, which was
another clue to Catholic boarding school life. Evidently, lesbian sex is all
you get from nuns, and they don't want their little cunts masturbating. Keep
them horny, make them dependent, then do whatever turns you on.
That environment would produce a mom like I had - one screwy, mixed-up cunt.
I had one who did all she could to prevent masturbation while steering me
into the arms of mature women. A female child molester who is into little
girls could not ask for a better mom. A girl into cock could ask for better.
At first, cock was all I cared about and being nice to her lesbian friends
was no picnic. I was punished when I wasn't and praised when I was.
Eventually, a straight chick will stop fighting it. You keep your pussy nice
and horny and you go around with fish breath.
Mom loved the smell of fresh pussy on my breath, and she loved sending me
out to play with a slobbery cunt between my legs. No one could make it
slobber like my mommy could. I couldn't masturbate me, but she could. I was
sure no mommy was more superior than a mommy superior. When I heard about
her past, I knew the score. She didn't fool me one bit, but it took a scene
to bring her to her senses. She got a good one and lost her senses. All that
good Catholic upbringing went right out the window from our kitchen floor.
We had us a cunt.
We had us a regular horny cunt, finally a regular mom acting like a horny
cunt, masturbating and everything. When Craig began pumping her ass full of
cum, she climaxed hard. Her fucking asshole wanted every drop. Her ass
sucked cock. This was a far cry from the tearful way this thing started. She
didn't seem the least bit bashful about her position or what she was doing
to herself in that position. Though she didn't say anything, she wanted his
cock to remain in her ass while she played with her sloppy pussy. Craig was
fine with that, so she decided to go for another manual orgasm.
This time, she spoke with Doug. She had never said a word to him or anyone
else in the past, not if the call was an obscene call. This was yet another
sign of the change coming over her. She wanted to know what Doug would do
with pictures like that if she posed for them exactly the way he wanted. He
told her. She asked if she had to surrender all rights to him. He told her.
She wanted to know how many would be on-hand to watch. He gave her a figure.
She wanted to know if his father would be on-hand and does he approve of the
hobby. He told her he would, did, and was dying to fuck her.
He told her everything she wanted to hear and that made her cum again, made
Craig hard again, which got her ass fucked again, which she masturbated to
again. That last one wasted her and left her naked because I stripped all of
her clothes off. Craig finished her off and topped her off by pissing a
bursting bladder up her ass. He will do that sometimes, and boy do you have
to shit right after he does. I'm sure no one ever did that to her before.
Dad never mentioned it. We saw a naked nun do a dash to the can holding her
butt. We finally saw her jugs jiggle and flop around.
She emerged from the bathroom about twenty minutes later looking a bit
sheepish, a little ashamed, but she came out as naked as she went in, yet
another sign of a changing mom. She had no clothes in there, but she could
have wrapped a towel around her nudity and gone straight to her bedroom,
which was right across the hall. She came out naked to show us a cunt she
had done a touch-up shave on and had been masturbating while dumping Craig's
anal offerings. She showed us a slick and slippery crotch, all inflamed, but
smooth like a baby's butt.
From our seats, we stared her right in the crotch as she approached. If she
didn't want to be obvious about masturbating in there, she should have wiped
the fucker. Since she no longer went to confession, maybe this was a new
way. She confessed; we stared; her words didn't match her stance as she
said, "That was awful what you two did. You took advantage of me. You are
playing on a weakness I have for obscene phone calls and obscene phone
callers. I see what you kids are doing. I know what you are up to. You won't
stop until I am little Doug's model and big Doug's whore. You won't stop
until everyone has all the pictures they want, and everyone who wants me has
had me to the point of boredom - men, women, boys, girls, dogs. Why don't
you just admit what your plans are for me? You must know I can't stop you.
You must know by now that you'll get everything you want if these calls keep
coming."
At this point, she eased a hand to her crotch and began stroking her slit
with a finger while saying, "We know you can keep those calls coming. You
know I'll listen. You know you can do anything to me while I'm listening to
an obscene message, especially from Little Doug, Big Doug, Alice, or Gail.
You see how easy I am with one of them on the line, so why play games. Why
not tell me right to my face what your plans for me are. Wouldn't it be
better if I knew and couldn't do a damn thing about it? Don't you want to
see me squirm? What you are seeing me do right now is not masturbating, it's
squirming."
She had that right. That finger was up her and she was squirming as she
said, "I'm squirming on a finger, but if you like seeing that, and I know
you do, then tell me what your plans are and you'll see a lot more of it.
It'll look more like masturbation, and you have seen how I do that. Good
squirming looks exactly like masturbation and produces orgasms. If your
plans are what I think they are, you will see squirming orgasms. Well?"
She was looking at me, but I had no plans. Craig had a plan but got it
twice. We needed a plan and quickly without conferring. I had a good idea
what Little Doug's plans were, so I went with his plan, threw in some of Big
Doug's, some of Gail's, a little from Alice, a touch of mine, Craig's, and
Bert's. Dad was happy with the wife he had, so I couldn't bring him in. He
liked a blushing nun out of the bedroom, but a shameless slut in the
bedroom. He was perfectly happy, and happily ignorant of all the shit
floating around. One might say, fat, dumb, and happy, but he wasn't that
fat. He just had a beer belly that looked cute when his stiff dick sprang
free and slapped it.
I put it all together and laid it out for her, got her to use both hands,
and made her cum. Evidently, that was exactly what she figured we were up
to. We were now up to it. We now had a plan, a crazy plan, one Dad would
kill us for, but we had a plan that couldn't fail. Our mother ended up on
her back fingering a wide beaver like a slut facing ruination that was a
long time coming. Catholic boarding school didn't ruin her. A bad marriage
didn't ruin her. Bad kids were going to ruin her. She had to raise her
ruination, but we didn't really want to ruin her. That plan would ruin her.
We just wanted to fuck her, see her naked, and watch her masturbate - that's
all.
In many ways, we were like Dad. We liked the blushing nun mom who we knew
was a slut in the bedroom. We saw room for improvement, like dragging the
naked slut out once in a while, but whoring for the neighborhood was not an
improvement. I didn't mind kneeling for the animals, but I didn't want my
mom stooping that low. The pictures were okay, but they clearly showed an
act being forced on her. I didn't want her posing for better ones. A bestial
rape would be nice, maybe a bunch of guys holding her for it. That would not
reflect poorly on her, and Dad doesn't mind rape.
He always says, when rape is unavoidable, lie back and enjoy it. I have been
raped a number of times. He always asks if I enjoyed it. Rape is never
enjoyable, but I always tell him I laid back and enjoyed it. Rapists like to
think we enjoy it. I hate to burst a rapist's bubble, and you never burst
one while getting raped. Let the police burst it. I couldn't rat-out my own
dad, his good friends, close neighbors, and Mom couldn't rat-out her mommy
superior.
I knew damn well she didn't enjoy being locked in a room with a rapists who
would not wear a condom. If what he says is true, and I'm sure it is, she
made the best of a situation she could do nothing about. She eventually
stopped the rapes by getting him to let her get on top. After that, he could
lie back while she raped him, and she took his loads as deeply as she would
have had he been on top raping her. Dad marveled at how well her little cunt
could suck a dick. Top or bottom, that was what she was sent in there to do.
No doubt, she had to show her mommy superior afterward. Maybe she got her
sore cunt licked for being a good slut. Maybe she got her ass whipped for
leaving sperm in his balls.
Anyway, we looked down on a mother we had never looked down on before, and
we didn't like seeing her that way, but I was the one who helped her up,
ushered her off, and got her in clothes. Craig didn't not like seeing her
that way as much as I did, but he later admitted that it did bother him a
little. He thought forcing clothes on her was a bit severe and uncalled for.
I suppose it was, but I needed to get her mind off of the area between her
legs. As long as she could see it, her mind was on it, and her fingers were
in it. I had to get her into a pair of panties, and she didn't want her
pussy in panties. I felt like the mother of a naughty child.
I was on my knees trying to get her to step into an open pair of panties
that she didn't want to lift a foot for, trying her hardest to get me to
watch her squirm. She was squirming that messy pussy right in my damn face.
When I looked up in frustration, she used her wet fingers to paint my lips,
upper lip, and nose. When I tried to speak, I got fingers in my mouth. I
swear, I had never seen a woman get that fucking worked up. I didn't stop
her, but when she'd go for more juice, I managed to get in a few words that
she would silence with sopping wet fingers. I always took the fingers and
did with them what a slut who loves that shit does, still trying to get a
word in edgewise to a woman who was deaf to them.
She finally sat on the bed and pulled my face into her beaver and cried,
"Eat me, Stacy! Eat my pussy. Suck your mother's cunt the way you suck your
father's big cock. Show me what you do for Alice and Gail. Oh, yes, baby,
eat that juicy cunt all up!"
I hadn't eaten Alice or Gail in years, but I showed her. I did something I
always dreamed of doing, and she was all I dreamed she'd be only juicier.
Still, I wanted to get this over with so that we could talk. She needed to
get those panties on and a dress on over them. I knew I'd have to eat them
on.
I finally got her off, got her panties on, then a dress on over it, but it
was like dressing the dead. Undressing her was a hell of a lot easier. She
helped with that. Even after dressing her and getting her to sit up, she
looked drunk - drunk on lust. She still wasn't over being eaten. Dad doesn't
eat pussy. Evidently, it had been years. I brought back scores of pleasant
memories. I saw the look Dad described as the look she always came into the
room with. I was now sure how that look got there, but I wanted to hear it
from her own lips. She would never talk about her school days or how she and
Dad met and ended up getting married.
I sat beside her on the bed, pulled her hand out of her panties, tugged her
dress back down, and scolded her for acting like a child. She pouted, put
her bottom lip out, and said, "Are you going to spank me?"
"Mom, snap out of it. We need to talk. Do you need a cold shower?"
"Give me a garden hose enema. That's better than a cold shower."
"Mom, I'm serious. I want to talk to my mother, not the whore of Elm
Street."
"I'm not the whore of Elm Street, yet, but we are sure to get there if these
calls keep coming in."
"That's what we have to talk about, because the calls are stopping."
That sobered her up in a hurry. She said, "Why would they stop?"
"Because I want them to stop."
"But why? This is the mother you have always wanted? I'm a whore, too,
Stacy. We can be mother and daughter whores - lovers and whores if you wanna
be."
"I don't wanna be. I want my mommy back."
That hit her like a slap in the puss with a cold fuck rag. She said, "Stacy,
you surprise me. How could you want that uptight prude back? She's a bore, a
phoney, and a hypocrite. She is a masturbating slut is what she is. She
needs to be exposed for what she is. Everyone needs to know. What happened
to me last week was nothing. I loved it. It didn't last long enough. They
didn't do enough, and I want to see my daughter get fucked by a dog again -
again, and again, and again. I can't get enough of that. I want to see more
of that."
"You can. You are more than welcome. If you show up, they will do more. It
will last longer. You will get raped and raped by dogs. They'll get all the
pictures they want, but go over as the mom they know. Try to save me. Try to
shame them. Threaten them. Squirt them, but for god's sake don't pose, don't
ever turn slut, and don't ever turn whore. Make them take everything they
get. Fight them, curse them, spit in their faces, but when rape is
unavoidable, do as Dad says - lie back and enjoy it. Get your picture took,
and live with it."
She mulled that over, then said, "He does say that, and he does mean that."
"I know he does, and that advice doesn't apply only to me."
"I never thought it did. Fact is, I have been raped. It was unavoidable. I
did lie back and enjoy it. He knows that."
"I know, Mom. He told us all about it."
"He told you?"
"Yes. We know about the nasty Mother Superior who used to strip you naked
and lock you in a room with a naked rapist."
"Head Master. The Mother Superior ran the convent, but the Head Master ran
the school that all the nuns taught at. The Mother Superior wasn't much
better. She knew what Dean Donna was doing with select girls. She watched. A
lot were watching, a room full of nuns and priests. Your father doesn't know
they were watching, but the adjoining room was a viewing room with a large
pane of one-way mirror glass looking into the fuck room, and they called it
a fuck room. I was a fuck girl, sent into a fuck room to fuck and be
entertaining. God help you if you weren't entertaining enough."
"That's what I figured. Dad seems to think you were very entertaining."
"He was the one getting fucked, but they didn't always think so."
"Did you get the whip?"
"Worse - much worse. You get hung up side down on an inverted cross, legs
wide, and they beat your pussy with a riding crop until you can't walk. You
get that treatment right after you have been raped, fucked stupid, and tried
your hardest to be entertaining. Sometimes, your best isn't good enough, or
they think you could do better, or they just feel like doing it. If you do
too good, get too slutty, you'll turn them on so much they must have you.
Finding that happy medium was difficult. For me, it became impossible,
partly because your dad and I were so good together. I was the best fuck
girl. He was the best fuck guy. They put us together as a fuck couple. We
stayed a fuck couple through three pregnancies ended up getting married. Two
and a half, actually. I graduated when I was carrying Bert, walked out of
there sore and never looked back. I'm still sore, but I'm always looking
back, so I can't actually say I never looked back."
"So, why stay married to him?"
"I'm not sure, but the sex had a lot to do with it. The sex was great, still
is, but it was better when I knew people were watching. I still pretend that
the dresser mirror is a one-way mirror with twenty or so people on the other
side. What happened in Doug's back yard was as close as I have come to the
experience. In many ways it was better. The people were out where I could
see them, and there were pictures being taken, close-up pictures of my pussy
with my legs held wide apart. Stacy, you have no idea what that did to me."
"Give me an idea."
"Filled with absolute dread but loving every second, like a good cunt
whipping did. I came to crave those awful cunt whippings. The exposure was
exquisite and the pain was divine. I know that sounds absurd, but all those
people looking into my wide-open fucked cunt while a priest or the Mother
Superior beat the devil out of it. I can't describe the feeling, but I
stopped looking for that illusive happy medium. The few times I found it
left me feeling empty and at a loss. The sex wasn't complete without being
hung on the cross. I did my best fucking trying like hell to earn my reward,
which could easily earn me an hour on the cross in exquisite agony."
"Exquisite agony. Is that what I saw in the Bennet's back yard?"
"You saw some. Mostly, I wanted my cunt opened up and photographed. As
though reading my mind, they did just that. I want more, Stacy, lots more.
Stacy, I need that - all of it. The pictures are like the crop. I'd rather
have the camera."
I smiled while pushing her to her back and getting over her, saying, "You
will get more, lots more, but don't change. Don't hide from them. Be
yourself, but you're not a trouble maker. Stand your ground. Take the moral
high ground and they will drag you off of it."
"Honey, that was what made me a fuck girl in the first place. I took the
moral high ground and complained bitterly about sexually abusive nuns. I
took my complaints to several priests and to the Mother Superior. I didn't
go to the Dean because she was the worst. They dragged me down, had me
publicly raped, then hung me up. I found out what happens to trouble makers
who are wards of the church. You get fucked, and there isn't a god damn
thing you can do about it."
"I'm glad you couldn't or I wouldn't be here with a great set of tits."
"Mine were as great and looked better up side down with priest cum all over
them."
"I can imagine."
"Stacy, things have got to change around here after all these boys have
done, especially after what Craig did. We fucked, Stacy. We had sexual
intercourse."
"I know what you had, but we took advantage of you in a weak moment. Your
weakness is obscene calls, but we won't have anymore of those. At least, you
won't be taking them, but you're right. Things must change. They will take
what they want from now on, and I'll be right in there with them. Remember,
when rape is unavoidable, lie back and enjoy it. It is unavoidable, and I am
putting you on notice that I will fuck my father where and when I please. If
I climb into your marital bed, I had best not see so much as a dirty look
from you or so help me, I will rape you where you lie."
She smiled and said, "Is that a promise?"
"Give me a dirty look and see what happens to you. I'll fuck your god damn
face for you."
"Now you sound like Dean Donna."
"You'll think Dean Donna."
"Stacy, let's not forget who you are talking to. I am not a young girl, and
you are no dyke with arms like thighs and thighs like a weight lifter's
arms. If you can't back your tough talk, I'll toss your silly ass on the
floor."
"You're no fun."
"I'm a lot of fun, but you'll need help to know that. I have never been
easy, Stacy, never. Thanks to this talk, I never will be. Now, get off me. I
am putting your silly ass on notice. If I catch you fucking my husband -
fucking, sucking, doing anything sexual, I'll take a belt to your silly slut
ass."
I pushed up and got off, then helped her to her feet and said, "You want to
be that way, fine. Just remember, I'm not a little girl anymore. You'll need
help, and I don't know where you'll get it. Anyone who helps you won't be
getting any pussy, and you are looking at the Whore of Elm Street. Good luck
finding any help around here."
"Bold talk, Stacy, but I think I am quite capable of handling you all on my
own. We'll see. But if I ever get you bound and helpless, you will come to
know exquisite agony, and it isn't exquisite the first few times. I will
make a believer out of you. You have your old mom back. She's back for good.
I hope you can live with it."
I smiled and kissed her softly on the lips, ran my tongue through her lips,
then eased off to say, "I can live with it, but we now know what you really
are. Can you live with that?"
"I think you kids have always known. You haven't always shown it by action
or deeds, not like you are doing now, but you show it. You show it by looks
and snickers. You kids have always made me feel like a masturbating slut
with a hot shaved cunt between my legs."
"A little birdie told us; besides, we can all smell a hot cunt through a
wall. Maybe if you wore panties more often, you wouldn't masturbate so much.
If you didn't masturbate so much, we wouldn't think you were such a slut.
The problem is, if you see it, you have to play with it. After you play with
it, you stink up the whole fucking house. The place smells like a fucking
whorehouse on a Saturday night with the fleet in port. If you can't stop
masturbating, at least close your fucking legs."
What I said to her was so absurd it was laughable and was said to get a
chuckle, but she wasn't laughing. I hit a nerve and turned her on. The
embers of lust had just been smoldering beneath the surface, waiting on a
warm puff of breath to ignite. I blew hard right between her fucking legs
with that fucking speech, but what the hell, we had our serious talk. This
was a good time to play, and we were both in a playful mood.
She said, "See, I get no respect. You know when I have been masturbating, or
playing with my pussy, or shaving it. You can tell when I'm not wearing
panties and feeling horny. You kids know when a slut needs a fucking. You
don't need to lift my dress and pry my legs apart to know when there is a
sloppy cunt between my legs, but if you did that, I don't see where that
would be any worse than what you are already doing. That would be more
honest. I can respect honesty. I can live with a little more honesty."
"Good, because from now on, if I think you have been playing with your
pussy, I'm going to sniff your fingers. If I smell or taste pussy, I'll be
honest."
"Fine. I'll be honest and admit that I do have a serious problem that I need
help with. Let's face it, I am a compulsive masturbator. I am, because I can
get away with it. No one is checking, and I have the necessary privacy. The
nuns knew how to cure that problem very effectively. They take away all
personal privacy, hold surprise inspections, and publicly humiliate
offenders by forcing them to masturbate in pubic."
"I can see where that would be effective, but will you give up all personal
rights of privacy?"
"Absolutely. I will never again get behind a locked door, and you kids are
welcome to barge in on me at any time. Feel free to smell my hands and
examine my pussy. Sometimes, I wash my hands after masturbating, but my
pussy will show the signs for hours afterward. Open it up, get a good whiff,
have a taste. Finger it. Examine it thoroughly, then make your
determination. If you are right, I'll admit it. Each time you are right, or
catch me in the act, I will get naked and masturbate to orgasm for you kids.
That will serve as my humiliation. Is that the kind of openness and honesty
you want?"
"Sure. I'm looking forward to it, but you can expect a gang rape after you
masturbate. That is unavoidable, so just keep your legs spread and lie
back."
"If it's unavoidable, I must."
We both smiled, then hugged. We finally bonded, found our happy medium, and
loved where we were. We had a working plan, a realistic plan, a much better
plan. This was a plan Dad could live with and probably get off on. This was
a lifestyle that fit us to a tee. In fact, it did. The neighborhood got the
pictures they wanted, but Mom was clearly a victim who tried like hell to
stand the moral high ground. Everyone respected her for that. Then again,
they never saw her masturbate. That would have blown it, but Dad loved it,
and loved the way she took a raping. Nobody rapes like my mom.
The End
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