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Amy, Part 2 [2/5] Show all parts
Added: Mar 20 2000Author: Deadly brownTimes read: 716 Avg vote: 6.29 (7
votes)
In a series of first experiences, a young girl becomes aware. In Part 2,
tragedy is turned into comedy as a mother is coerced and fights back
somewhat deceptively.
Amy
©2000 by Deadly Brown. All Rights Reserved
Chapter 2.
In all my classes at school that day, daydreams filled my mind. Several
of my teachers asked if I felt OK. Usually, they smiled as they asked,
as if they knew what might be on my mind. At the end of the day, my
bubble burst. Summoned to the Principal's office for unknown reasons, I
began to fret about my dreaming.
Mrs. Johnson, already there when I arrived, didn't look at all upset. In
fact, she looked like she was in charge of everything. Mom walked in,
hurriedly, too. She had to be taking off from work to be there. I felt
like I was in serious trouble. I didn't know masturbation or
daydreaming warranted that much concern.
Mrs. Johnson introduced herself to Mom, "Hello! Thank you for coming! We
won't need to keep you very long."
Mom called her Miss Yarborough for some reason. "Don't worry, Miss
Yarborough, your work is very important to both Amy and me."
Miss Yarborough spoke to me then, "Amy, I'm an undercover cop."
A cop. My concern changed to aspects of my arrest. She had to tell my
mother, too? Miss Yarborough had me scared to death about what I might
have done but Mom didn't look worried. In fact, she seemed excited.
"Amy," Miss Yarborough said. "What you witnessed last night was a rape.
Mr. Andrews' wife alerted us some time back about her suspicions of her
husband being at least a suspect in our serial rapist case. I've been
setting him up for months now. Last night, he revealed his tricks to
us. Do you understand that you were in fact a witness to the rape?"
"Jack said she, you, asked for it."
"Jack is a biased male," Miss Yarborough said. "I have the video tape we
made here with me. I'll show it to you so I can explain why it is a
legally defined rape. It's important for you to understand this case
because if you can't, then you might let Jack rape you, now that he
knows how it's done. I need your cooperation in this regard, too. Can
you help me with this matter? I need your signature saying that what
you see on the video tape is the same as what you saw last night.
Basically, this is a case where Mr. Andrews chooses not to react as he
should to the ÔNo' word."
I looked at Mom. She was shaking her head up and down like she wanted me
to help Miss Yarborough. I shook my head, too. Miss Yarborough looked
like she had just scored a basket as her fist jammed straight out into
the air.
In the quietness of the Principal's conference room, her video tape
played. Immediately, I saw myself within the frame of the video. Miss
Yarborough said Jack and I were witnesses to the deed as she pointed us
out on the TV screen.
As the video played on, I could see it all; I knew what was going to
happen within the video. That vulgar scene of the evening was exactly
as I remembered it. My eyes went to Mom's. I watched her look at that
video in rapt attention. She picked up every detail while her hands
trembled in anticipation. She knew, too, what to expect based on my
telling her of the tale at breakfast. She was anxious to confirm every
little aspect of the story. Miss Yarborough was as attentive but she
occasionally looked at me to see if I was in agreement with the video.
Miss Yarborough seemed tickled as she looked over at Mom. Of course,
Mom never saw Miss Yarborough looking that way.
The video ran its course. Mom, Miss Yarborough and I spoke into a
recorder for a few minutes to confirm our observations about the video
tape's truths. While Miss Yarborough treated me like I was her heroine,
Mom excused herself to go to the bathroom. I talked with Miss
Yarborough for a time longer.
Miss Yarborough asked, "Amy are you OK about this? Have I frightened you
somehow? Do I need to explain more for you?"
Well, there was a lot she could explain more but I didn't want to get
into how my fingers strummed right then. "No ma'am," I answered her. "I
understand that Ôno' means Ôno' in the English language."
"If you ever, I mean ever, want to know anything more about this case
and anything related to it, understand I will help you in any possible
way. I'm good at counseling young women. Call me if you have any
questions at all."
She gave me her card and said, "Call me sometime. We'll arrange a visit
for you. You can get to know more about me, my police work. We might
talk about how I've enjoyed what I did to catch Mr. Andrews in the
manner I did."
That invitation got my attention. Can you imagine the fun of getting to
know a woman like her? That was something I knew I'd do one day soon,
since my summer vacation was coming up. She saw my understanding since
I couldn't hide my feelings from her very well. I replied, "OK! That's
a deal! Don't you forget about me!"
Mom drove me home and nearly had four car wrecks along the way due to
her abnormal shakiness. Relief fell upon her when we got home safely.
As we walked up to our apartment, she laughed as she said, "Your daddy
has no idea what I'm going to do to him tonight, Amy!"
"Let me guess, Mom. You're going to play like you're Mrs. Johnson,
right?"
"Honey, that video is better than any film sold today! It is so hot! My
pants are soaking wet now! Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I can only guess... but I think I do. The video got you excited, even
if it was a rape, right? Excitement means you mess up your panties a
little, huh?"
"Not a little, honey. In this case, it's a lot!"
"What are you going to do to Daddy, exactly? Rape him?"
"I might! Let's see, I need him back in my bedroom as soon as he gets
home. Can you hold dinner for us so the food won't burn? After I get
through with him, we'll need a shower. After dinner, you get to clean
up the dishes. I plan on getting him back in bed as soon as I can.
Honey, I can't wait!"
"I'll do all that if you'll leave your bedroom door open a little. It's
time I see what's legal now that I've seen the illegal stuff. What's
the difference?"
Mom looked stunned again. I could see her mind working, as if I had one
of her tits caught in a vise. "You're serious... you are serious,
aren't you, Amy?"
"Well, I could go to school and ask around... every boy in school would
want to volunteer... help me learn. I need a Mom right now... and
you're it."
She looked like she didn't want to do it. Hesitation was written all
over her face. She waited before she answered me. We were in our
apartment when she made her mind up to quash my desire to watch her
with Daddy.
I asked before she replied, "You're afraid I might see your pussy,
right?"
That was a stiff probe to her gullet, figuratively speaking. She
couldn't talk for a second. Then, as if challenged, she responded, "OK,
you asked for this so you'll have to live with whatever you see! Don't
blame me if you get shocked in some way! I'll leave the door slightly
ajar. You'll have to manage the door... so you can see what you want...
For God's sake, don't mention this to your daddy! He might lose his
erection... from fright... with you being that close."
That's all Mom could say then. She blew her mind; her notions about the
video tape and the idea I would be watching her do Daddy made her
intense. She saw me snickering over her nervous antics but she couldn't
afford to fight with me. What mind she had focused on one subject. She
didn't want an interference.
Daddy came in as usual. He kissed me as I met him happily at the
apartment door. He asked about Mom and I suggested he might find her
back in their bedroom. It was the way I said it that got his attention.
He dropped the mail he normally looked carefully through and
disappeared immediately. Mom stuck by her deal with me. Between
watching over the dinner on the stove and the scene inside her bedroom,
I had a busy hour before dinner. I knew where my hand would be all
night long by then.
Mom came out of her room after a time. She suggested, "Honey, why don't
you go ahead and eat. We aren't very hungry."
"That surprises me, Mom! What I saw might make you both hungry!"
"We have a different kind of hunger, dear."
"OK. I'll go ahead. Sure you don't want me to save some for you?"
She thought before responding, "No, honey... Can I close the door now?"
"You're reneging on our deal made so freely earlier, huh, Mom?"
"Look, smart ass! Oh, crap, Amy! We need privacy. Understand?"
"I'll make you a counter offer, Mom. You tell me from now on what you do
behind closed doors. Deal?"
She giggled as she thought about it and looked at me like I was her
favorite comedian. She looked happy as she said, "Amy, you drive a hard
bargain. You're a far more mature girl than I've been giving you credit
for. You have a deal!"
"Mind if I invite Jack up to help me eat all this food, Mom?"
"Well, I should have thought of that earlier. I'll surely close my door
now."
Mom's chagrin didn't last very long. She turned on one heel and bounced
back toward her bedroom. I didn't tell her how badly she smelled right
then. The scent was about like Jack's discharge only different. She hit
her bed without closing her bedroom door as she wanted. Preoccupation
has its price, I suppose.
Jack came over but we never made it to dinner. He sat on the couch right
away so his cock wouldn't show. Anywhere around me, his thing grew up.
I calmed him but it didn't help. He remained stiff as a board and soon
he was in pain, or he said he was. I placed my hand on his thigh once.
He exploded again, like he did at the bus stop that morning. He giggled
and cried over his embarrassment. He stopped crying after he did that
the third time. He began to understand my hand had something to do with
the speed with which he could repeat things. Jack wasn't getting much
advice from home, either. I could tell. I shoved him out the door at
ten that evening. I had other things to be doing for myself.
Mom surprised me that next afternoon. She came home from work a little
early. Her clothes were messed up a little beyond normal. Her makeup
wasn't right. It looked like mine did when I had been out necking
someplace. When I noticed her legs without pantyhose, I knew something
unusual had happened to her. She looked excited beyond the norm and she
didn't pause to talk with me like she normally did. Straight back to
her bedroom she went.
When I heard her in her shower, I went back to her bedroom and checked
in her laundry basket. Her panties were soaked and smelled of something
like Jack's discharge. I assumed Mom had been fucked, as Jack and Miss
Yarborough were prone to describe it, while she was supposedly at work.
Her attitude belied all the negative connotations I'd often heard about
that sort of behavior. She spent a longer time in the shower than
usual, too. When she reappeared in the den, she remained excited as she
busied herself with dinner preparations.
When the news came on at six that evening, she didn't watch as she
normally did. Distracted, she stood behind the kitchen counter in a
daze. In a pretense of watching, her hand held fell down between her
legs. She didn't care if I saw what she was doing and that shocked me.
I wondered what Daddy would say.
Well, Daddy came in just moments later, his mind busy with something. He
said hello to me as he kissed my cheek quickly and moved on to Mom. She
met him halfway and before he could kiss her she had her arm in his.
She took him straight back to their bedroom. They didn't bother to shut
the door completely. I could hear them in their haste to get undressed.
When the bed springs squeaked the first time, I walked back to see all
they were doing. Mom was on top of Dad and she was bouncing
frantically, driven by something in her mind. Never had I seen such a
maddening scene as that, certainly not with my mother on top of that
sort of confused, tumultuous mingling.
I kept dinner on low and watched over it until Dad finished showering.
At dinner, Dad asked Mom how her day went. She smirked as she
responded, "It was a grand day. I thought about... well, you know, a
lot. How was your day?"
"I spent the entire day up in Gainesville," he said. "Handled complaints
about production... couldn't wait to get back home again...you know..."
Mom shook her head in agreement but her mind was off in the distance, a
look of satisfaction on her face. She knew he hadn't been in town so he
couldn't know where she'd been or who she had been with. Her hands were
shaking as she ate her dinner with a quietness unexpected. I imagined
she was reliving her afternoon and the joy she received when fucked by
someone other than Daddy. For the first time, I understood a drive my
mother had, one I'd never seen before. It was a matter I surely
couldn't discuss with her very easily.
When I volunteered to do the dishes, Mom readily accepted my offer. She
took Daddy back to their bedroom as she said they might retire a little
early. Daddy didn't complain about it at all. They managed to close
their door this time. I washed the dishes by hand and played my groin
across the knob on one of the cabinet drawers all the while. I found I
could get the same feeling that way as I did with my fingers in bed.
Three times I did it before finishing the dishes. The scenes of my Mom
fucking someone other than my Dad filled my mind then. My world was
turned all about, given what happened within just two days.
I called Jack on the telephone. He came over. Everytime I sat close to
him, he spewed in his trousers. He was stinking when he left me several
hours later, the idea of doing something more bold having never
occurred to him.
In bed that night, I played. Big time. Long time. My fingers accompanied
the concert next door as Mom kept Daddy busy off and on throughout most
of the night. They looked a little disheveled the next morning but they
both made it out of the house on time. My day at school was even more
difficult than the day before. My friends all asked me if something was
wrong. I felt like I had a temperature all day but a trip to the
nurse's station revealed my normal state. The nurse told me girls often
got that funny feeling, that it came about naturally.
Mom came in a little early again, this time smiling blatantly. Her
features looked speckled, splotched, with an abnormal whiteness and a
little redness covering her skin. She hit her shower and I hit her
laundry basket. Different panties, a more sexy pair, but they were
messed up and stinking like before. Mom caught me in her hamper closet
then.
"What are you doing, dear?"
"Picking up your laundry. It's wash day."
She gave me no real concern. Maybe she looked relieved I might be
handling her evidence for her that way. She seemed to be more carefree,
though, without a concern for her modesty. She pulled on a clean pair
of her panties and I saw her pussy clearly. She didn't try to hide it,
either, as she watched me looking at her through her mirror. She was
red all over down there, like she might be sore. Puffy, with her lips
spread wide, even in her panties she looked used. Still, she looked
more content than I could remember her ever being. Daddy came in that
afternoon but she didn't consume him as she had the day before. He
looked tired just the same. He complained about his day lasting too
long.
Over dinner, Mom checked to find out Daddy's whereabouts for the day. He
spent the day in Gainesville again. Satisfied with that knowledge, Mom
turned to me for the first time in days to see how my day had gone. She
caught me by surprise. It showed, too. Somehow, I sensed she knew I
knew. Her gentleness with me was a way of saying thank you for not
revealing what little I might have known. She held a constant smirk on
her face that evening. Her sassy manners were a signal to Daddy,
filling him with possibly an abnormal desire.
Later, in bed, this time with their door partially open, I could hear
them doing it again. They did it slowly and for a long time. As Daddy
swooned and murmured his praises for her, I watched from the shadows in
the hall. Mom was teasing him, slowly, using her thighs to scissor his
cock unmercifully. He moaned, like he was in the deepest agony, as she
did it. That hunk of a man surrendered himself to her. She rolled over
onto her back and stared at the ceiling while he went to sleep. She
continued to play with herself until she curled up into a ball onto her
side and shuddered slightly. Finally, she relaxed her limbs and within
moments she was fast asleep. I couldn't imagine the source of her
sexual drive. How could Mr. Andrews cause so much turmoil?
The following day, Mom came back home early again. I followed her back
to her bedroom. Imperiously, I waited on her to remove her clothes
since I could see her pantyhose were missing. She pulled them and her
bra out of her purse and tossed them into her hamper carelessly. Then
her skirt fell and I picked it up for her and hung it in her closet.
She thanked me for my kindness as she stripped away her blouse. She did
it defiantly, daring me to look. I didn't mean to be put down. I looked
all I could. I was excited about it.
Her breasts were reddened, a little bruised. Her nipples were turgid
still, perked up and pushing out as if she remained excited. Clearly,
something burned in her mind. Her vision was distant then because she
wasn't talking with me exactly, like she normally did. I snapped my
fingers. She jerked out of her reverie and looked at my slyest,
sneakiest grin. I knew I had her compromised and she did, too. Slowly,
as if hesitant, she pulled her panties down. This time, I held my hand
out for them. She let me take them and watched me as I felt the
moistness of them. She looked expectantly at me.
With her moist panties in my hands, I gave her another slight grin, as
knowing a grin as I could muster. Her smirk told me a lot but she
didn't volunteer much more. I looked at her pussy then and her eyes
followed mine. She looked badly used down there but her satisfaction
belied all that.
"I look awful, don't I?" She had no real concern about that, despite her
words. When I didn't answer her, she took me in her arms and hugged me
close, kissed my cheek and asked, "Shower with me, OK?"
I didn't know what to say. She didn't wait for my reply. She helped me
remove my clothes and soon she led me into her shower. She soaped me
down and in the process she ran her hand between my legs. It felt good
but my body betrayed me with a jerk of sensuous delight. She giggled
and did it again and again, repeatedly, until I begged her to stop.
Dropping the soap then, she used her hand to continue rubbing me down
there until I wrapped my legs about one of hers and fucked her thigh
like she fucked Daddy. When I froze tight and shuddered, she hugged me
and cried out in joy, "That's it, baby, that's it! OK!"
She didn't say much more but she did ask if Jack was doing that for me
yet. Mom could talk about Jack. She couldn't talk about me, though. We
sat on the bed as naked as we were and discussed Jack like he was a
medical cadaver. When I claimed not to be doing Jack, she said, "Teach
him how soon, Amy. He'll love you for it!"
"Mom, Jack isn't my number one guy, OK?"
"It doesn't matter what his rank might be, Amy. Jack is simply
available, you should use him for his convenience. Don't get caught up
in the idea of a monogamous relationship too quickly. A cock is a cock
and that's all that matters."
Mom stopped coming home early every day about then. Whenever she did
come in early again, she took me with her to her shower. I was her way
to celebrate whatever her success of the afternoon had been. She
thoroughly enjoyed sharing with me her continued excitement without
revealing its source. Each time we showered together, she helped me get
off, as she called it. One day, she seemed anxious and asked me to help
her get off. She led me to her bed and let me play with her until she
got what she needed. She said I was good that way. After that sort of
play, Mom became much more open with me. My own self-confidence
improved, too, especially when I was around her.
This is part 2 of a total of 5 parts.
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