Message-ID: <7086eli$9801072259@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ass.reposter" X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: RP: Bitch Whore (Best stories from my archive( Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="BITCHWH.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="BITCHWH.TXT" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34B3AD3C.6A8D@cms.khvm.hu> "Bitch Whore" By Phil Phantom _____________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________ John waited until the house was quiet, then eased out of his sick bed and drew on a pair of thin PJ bottoms. His sisters had gone off to school and his mother had just left for work. With any luck, his sexy Aunt Joy would still be sipping coffee in her maddeningly brief terrycloth robe. With better luck, she'd be naked under that robe. John eased down the stairs and saw her as he rounded the corner. He was in luck. He smiled weakly as she looked up, then took feeble steps toward the chair that might give him a good beaver shot. As he pulled the chair out to place it at a good viewing angle at the corner, Joy said, "You can stop the act, now, John. She's gone." John plopped down in the seat and smiled. "How'd you know?" "I've been around. I was married for twelve years to a man who had three boys. I raised all three through their teens. I know when I'm being stalked for seduction." John reacted with feigned shock, started to defend his motives, then smiled bashfully and said, "I guess I'm pretty obvious, huh?" "I'll give you credit. At least you came down with something on." "I guess you think I'm pretty pathetic, don't you?" "Pathetic? Hardly. I'm quite impressed. You're very good. You have natural abilities. You know just how subtle to be, yet you get your message across loud and clear. Women like that in a seduction. We hate crude grabbers or foul-mouthed mashers, but we especially hate having to guess at a man's intent. Any sixteen-year-old with twenty-four notches on his bedpost already knows that." "You know what those mean?" "Of course I know. Your mother knows too." "MOM Knows?" "Yes, and she brags about her stud son. She brags to me, anyway." "No kidding? Mom knows and she thinks it's cool?" "She wouldn't let you keep carving up a three-hundred dollar headboard if she didn't, now would she?" "Wow! I wondered why she never said anything. Man, that is so weird. Mom knows, huh?" "Yes, but we're both curious. Do you make a notch each time you get laid, or each time you make a new score?" "They each represent a new score. I don't count the same girl twice. If I did that, there wouldn't be any headboard left." "She'll be thrilled by that news. I said you counted fresh kills; she was sure you were counting fucks." "Aunt Joy! I never thought I'd hear you say the 'F' word." "Can't you say fuck? You came down here to fuck me, but you can't bring yourself to say the word in front of me? You disappoint me, John." A deep flush swept over John. He sat up straight and said, "I'm not afraid to say fuck in front of you. I'm just trying not to be crude. I'm still trying to seduce you, or can't you tell." "I see your erection. If you ask me, posturing your erection like that is more crude than saying fuck." John slumped and crossed both hands over his hardon. He gave her a sheepish smile and said, "Sorry. I guess that was pretty crude." "You're good, John, but you have a lot to learn about seducing adult women." "Oh yeah? Three of those notches are adult women, and one was fifty-five." "Yes, and I'll bet they all seduced you." "Well, not the last one. I went after her, and I got her by showing her my hardon." "Do I know her?" "You don't know her, but you've seen her. She's that blond across the street." "Babs The-Boob? I'm impressed, but trust me, she seduced you. You just didn't know it. It's like with me. I've been seducing you since I arrived last month. You think you've been seducing me, don't you?" John grew a big smile as he said, "You're trying to seduce me? Really?" Joy casually untied her robe belt and sensuously let the robe fall from her shoulders. She pulled the loose flaps away from her naked body, then opened her legs, bit her lower lip, and stroked a painted nail through glistening, wet, shaved, pussy lips, purring, "Yes, John. I am seducing you." John's eyes grew big as his face lit up. Before him sat a long- haired brunette right from the centerfold of Hustler magazine. He yanked his PJ's down as he got to his feet, saying, "Fuckin' 'A'!" John advanced, pumping his pre-cum weeping cock toward it's target, saying, "I knew you'd have a great bod, Aunt Joy. Man, what a pussy! And tits! Fuck, man, those are what I call jugs. Those are the kind you can fuck! Shit, man, this is great." John moved between her legs in a low squat as Joy pulled her lips apart to show him the target. John ran his bulbous cockhead in the pink wetness before centering his dick at her hole, saying, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you, Aunt Joy." As soon as he went to drive his dick home, Joy straight-armed him with a palm to his forehead. The force sent him back on his ass. With a look of total shock and frustration, he cried out, "What the fuck did you do that for?" "You are not playing in this vaginal amusement park until you come up with the price of admission." "WHAT! You want me to pay you? I don't pay for pussy, no way, not even for your pussy." "I don't want your money, John Boy. There's just something you have to do before you can have me. After that, you'll have a season pass for all the E-ticket rides in Aunt Joy's amusement park. Interested?" John struggled up and pulled up his PJs with a jerk. He was still pissed, but he still had a hardon. Joy was still playing with herself and offering him a most provocative view of her sexy body. He sat with his eyes focused on her fingers as they toyed with and delved into delightful pink wetness. He watched for a while, then said, "Okay, I'm interested." "Before you can fuck me, you have to fuck your mother, and I have to catch you fucking her." "Well, forget it then. There's no way." "If there was no way, I would never have made that condition. I want your cock twice as badly as you want my pussy." "You sure don't act like it." "You're getting all the pussy you want. I haven't had a stiff cock in over a month. In case you didn't know, I'm your whore aunt. If I go a week without a cock in me, I go through withdrawal." John giggled. Joy said, "It isn't funny, John. I want that beautiful cock of yours so badly I could suck off a dog in the middle of the street." John smiled and pulled his dick out. He stroked his nine-inch staff proudly, displayed it crudely, and said, "I'd like to see you do that." "I've done it. I didn't do it in the street, but I've done it all over my house--sucked it and fucked it." "No shit. Man, you really are a whore, aren't you?" "Yes, and everybody knows it." "I didn't know it." "Yeah, well, you haven't seen that much of me. Your mother and I haven't been that close most of these years. She doesn't exactly like to advertise the fact that her older sister is a son-fucking, dog-sucking whore." "You fucked your son?" "Stevie, Brad, and Mickey. I fucked Mickey when he was eight. Of course, you know, they're step-sons don't you?" "Yeah, but they're like your real kids. I mean, they all called you Mom." "They still do after the divorce, and little Mickey is in the Army, now." "Man, that's neat. So, how come I gotta fuck Mom before I can fuck you?" "Because, I can't afford to screw up until you do. Right now, I'm on my own with nothing. You probably don't know this, but your Uncle Jack caught me riding Mickey's cock right before he went off to the Army. The trouble was, Rover was on my back, fucking me in the ass at the time. Jack took a picture and mailed the son-of-a- bitch to Mom and Dad. Mom mailed it to Judy. Judy mailed it to our brother, Jessie. Jessie mailed it...anyway, everybody has seen me do my dirty deed. I wound up with squat in the divorce." "The whole family saw that picture? Where is it now? I wanna see it." "Ask your Mom. She probably made photo copies. Anyway, if your mom didn't take me in, I'd have to move back home. I'm too old for that shit, and they never cared too much for me anyway. I'm stuck with your mom, and your mom cut me off. I can't date; I can't bar-hop; basically, I can't get any cock and stay here too. If she can't have any, I can't." "That doesn't sound fair." "I don't blame her. If the rubber were on the other dick, and I hadn't had any cock for two years, I'd resent Judy getting any if she were living rent free under my roof and eating my groceries. I understand, but I can't go on like this, not with a stud like you under the same roof." John beamed at every reference to his sexual prowess. He said, "So you're both horny for my dick, is that what you're telling me?" "I am. She will be. We have to work on her. She'll be a tough nut to crack. She and I both have slutty natures, but she has self- control. She can even control what she thinks about; I never learned how. We've got to get her thinking about your cock, and you as a capable lover. She's almost there already, but I need your help to push her over the top. After that, we can begin the seduction. The seduction will be the easy part if you follow my directions to the letter and don't try to improvise. I know Judy inside and out. We talk openly about everything. Sex and our love of sex is all we have in common, so that's pretty much all we talk about when we're alone. I know what will seduce her and what won't." "I could probably do it by myself." "Yeah, you keep thinking that, Mister Cool. Just remember, while you're thinking and jacking off, you're not getting any of this, and this is the best pussy you'll ever have. Your mom might be a close second, but that's only because she's your mom. That always gives mom's the edge." John stared hard at the enticing display of aroused vaginal flesh, licked his lips, then looked into Joy's eyes and said, "I'll do whatever you say, Aunt Joy." Joy smiled warmly and said, "That's a good boy. You know, John, I want you to get me pregnant." "No way!" "I'm serious. I never had any kids of my own. My biological clock is ticking away. I'm thirty-nine, you know. I've had it with trying to make a relationship work with men. No, I want a baby, but I don't want a husband. I think we'd make a cute and brilliant baby together. There's another advantage to having you be the father. Your mom wouldn't kick me out if I was carrying your child. I'd probably have a secure home for at least the next three years. I need that much time." "How come?" "I own half the land Jack's business sat on. The business is gone, but the land is up for sale. I get half of a six figure deal when it sells. It won't sell fast. It might take years, three tops, I would think." "You're serious?" "I'm dead serious. Furthermore, I want you to knock up your mother. Misery loves company." "She won't let that happen. If it did happen, she'd get an abortion." "She'll get on the pill before she gives you any pussy, but I'll replace her pills with placebos." "With what?" "Sugar pills that look exactly like birth control pills. She'll get knocked up and think she's that one in a hundred that the pills don't work for. And, by the way, Judy is a die-hard right-to-lifer. She doesn't believe in abortion. She won't even encourage me to abort a baby I conceived by her own son. If you fuck your mother, and turn her into a lover, you will get us both pregnant. Right after that, we'll start working on Brenda and Bonnie. Judy will put them on the pill, too. Placebos all around. Babies all around. A year from now, we'll be up to our nipples in Pampers. Misery loves lots of company." John ran his fingers through his hair, a sign of conflicted ponderance. He stared hard at Joy, then said, "Bonnie's only thirteen, and Brenda wants to try out for cheerleader next year. She won't let guys near her." "I thought the stud motto was: 'If they're old enough to bleed, they're old enough to breed.' She's bleedin', are you stud enough for the breedin'?" John shot back, "I'm stud enough, but Mom would kill me if I got either one pregnant." "Not if you're fucking her. John, when you start fucking her, and we all know it, she can't say shit. Me, Brenda, and Bonnie, we all get some. After I catch you fucking Judy, I'll screw you on the living room floor while they try to watch TV. I'll suck you off at the dinner table. I'll let you butt-fuck me in your mother's bed with her still in it. When Brenda and Bonnie see how good you are, and how much I like it, they'll be begging for bubby's cock. Mom will just have to buy more pills, and I'll just have to buy more placebos." "Man, this sure is sounding better and better." "What's more, I'll fuck you in front of your friends. You can tell anybody you like, and I'll freely admit who fathered my baby. When people see four preggos in one house, with one cock in it, and one of the preggos freely admits that cock is responsible, they'll deduce the rest. Your reputation as a superstud will spread far and wide. You'll be a legend before you're seventeen. Think on that, stud." "Holy shit! That's right. That will blow everyone's mind. They'll erect statues to me. Girl's will be standing in line to sample my cock. Women will come to me from all over the world to get pregnant by me." "Earth to John [she knocked on his head] Hello...is there any intelligent life in there?" "Sorry. I was just fantasizing." "I know, but your fantasy can be damned close to reality if we work as a team. All we have to do is seduce one very horny fox, and the rest, as they say, is history." "So why doesn't Mom go out and get laid? Like you say, she's a fox, and that momma fox still has her figure." "She doesn't want the hassle of relationships and dating. The main reason has to do with her work. The guy she works for is a big womanizer. If he thought she was dating and screwing he'd be all over her, and so would his clients. She pretends to be a lesbian who hates men. She has a busty blond friend helping her out, and I think it's that boob bitch across the street. They meet for lunch and act like lovers. Your Mom can't afford to fuck around. She has a good job that pays well. To her, that's much more important." "I know studs my age that would give their left nut to fuck her. She wouldn't need a date or a relationship, and she could screw right here at home." "You, for example?" "I wouldn't give my left nut; but sure, I'd fuck her." "You'd love to fuck your mother, and you know it. You'd be a faggot if you didn't, and you can't call yourself a true stud until you do. A real stud would fuck anything that squats to pee: mothers, sisters, grand mothers, great grandmothers, aunts, nieces, mooses and mieces. You haven't even begun to enter studhood." "Yeah, a lot you know. I fucked one of those you mentioned." "Which one, a moose or a mouse?" "For your information..." "Wait. Hold that thought. I have to put some clothes on. Your mother is going to be barging in here any minute now. When she does, I need to be in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt." "How come? She's seen you in that robe lots of times." "Yes, but not alone in the house with you." "She never comes back. She went to work." "She'll be back, trust me. I know her. When she left, she knew you were faking, and she saw that I had nothing on under this robe." "How'd she see?" "She opened it all the way. She looked at my fresh pussy shave, ran her hand between my legs, then looked me in the eye and said, 'Joy, you're playing a dangerous game, but it's your ass. If you fuck-up, if I find out you're fucking John, I'll toss your sorry ass out in the street. See if I don't.' Then she left. She'll give us an hour, ninety minutes, tops, then she'll barge in. That's why I have to be in jeans and a sweat shirt." "My mom felt your pussy?" "She does that quite often." "That's really weird, Joy." "It's not what you think. It might be a little of what you think. I'm not that sure myself. Anyway, this goes back to our childhood. I'm four years older than Judy. I always had money; she never had money. I made her let me feel her up for a buck here or there. It used to embarrass the shit out of her to have to tolerate my hands roaming all over her developing body, fingering her holes, and pinching her nipples and clit. In a way, this is payback." "Man, that's cool." "Yeah, it got pretty heavy in my last year at home. I could always sucker Judy into a stacked wager. She spent most of her freshman year as my sex slave. She likes to get bossy with me, but she can't do it like I did. She has to have an excuse before she can bring herself to crude invasions of my modesty, as if I had any. She uses the excuse of checking me for signs of having had sex--with you, especially. I get fingered a lot, every chance she gets, and I have to let her. I don't know who enjoys this more." "It sounds like you guys hate each other." "It's a game, John. The truth is, we love each other very much. I adore your mother, and she has always looked up to me. We've had a turbulent past, but after she divorced your asshole father, who I got caught fucking by the way, our relationship improved dramatically." "You fucked my dad?" "Dozens of times, but that's all behind us. Now, because of the shit I'm in, she's the big sister. She's just treating me the way I treated her. I don't mind. I really don't. I just want us both to start getting laid regularly. She won't admit it, but she'd love one last baby. I'm doing this as much for her as for me." "That makes me feel better. I'd better get back in bed then." "No, she knows you're trying to seduce me. She'll expect to see you hard at work, literally hard." "I ought to put some pants on, at least." "No, those PJs are perfect. And keep that dick nice and hard. Show it off. Flaunt it like you did for me." "I can't, not in front of Mom. Besides, I thought that was too crude to work." "On most women. Your mother likes it crude. Look, stupid, she's the one you are now trying to seduce. She needs to see what you have. We've all seen your limp dick, but a full-blown erection in thin PJs will knock her socks off. We've been speculating about your erect dimensions, but we weren't even close. That's one hell of a cock you have there, John Boy. She has to see it for herself to start her thinking below the navel." "I don't know, Joy. I've never done anything like that in front of Mom." "Stop thinking of her as Mom. She's just another hot cunted bitch, another notch for your headboard. She's the most important piece of ass you'll ever get. She's the conquest that can launch your stud career. Think of her that way. Treat her that way. Pretty soon, she'll start seeing herself that way. When that day comes, we go into the seduction phase, and you'll start pumping sperm into her fertile womb within three days of that date. You'll be pumping my fertile womb within a week after that if all goes well." Joy leaned forward and tapped his forehead, adding, "Change the way you think, stud." She looked down to his erect cock, held in his fist. She started to leave, but said, "Fuck it. I gotta have a taste." She dipped low, opened wide, and slid her mouth all the way down the shaft to his pubic hairs. She then slowly drew her powerfully sucking mouth up to the tip. John groaned, "Oh, Jesus! How'd you do that?" Joy took two more deep sucks, then got up and straddled his lap, poising her cunt directly over his cock as John felt her pussy with one hand and held his cock aimed at her hole with the other. She took his face in her hands and looked deep in his eyes as she said, "John, I have to try this cock. I have to. Once I sink down, I'll be a goner. I won't stop fucking you until I drain you dry. You can't let that happen. I'm counting on you to stop that from happening. Let me have a few pumps, then tell me to get off. If you don't, we'll blow everything. Can you do that?" "I'll try." Joy smiled then sank down with a look of pure ecstasy. When she bottomed out, she said, "Oh, fuck! This is too fucking damn good. Forget what I just said. Oh, God, yes! Oh, you sweet fucker. I need this. Oh, fuck, do I need this." Joy rode up and down the shaft three times as John positioned his feet to gently hook behind her heels. On the next up-stroke, he pushed steadily on her shoulders, setting her off balance. Joy's eyes opened wide in surprise as she realized she couldn't catch her balance. As she fell back, and his dick popped free, she cried, "John! Whoa...Wait...Help me...God damnit!" She hit the floor on her ass and looked up at John's smiling face with total confusion registered on her face. John said, "Payback's a mother fucker." Joy pounded the floor with her fists, then stared fire at John saying, "Oh, you little fuck! I'll get you for that." She rolled to her front, then got up. She tossed her robe onto the sofa and started for her room, pausing to say, "Now you have to wait for me to fuck myself and get dressed. If she comes home in the interim, remember what I told you. And another thing. You are definitely not getting anything from me, nothing, nada, not until you fuck the bitch. No more samples, not even a fucking peck on the cheek." She stared to leave, but turned to say in a softer tone, "After you fuck her, though, I'm going to fuck and suck your god damn brains out." John playfully called out after she passed from view, "That's what they all say. Suffer, bitch!" He didn't see it, but Joy smiled. Joy was gone twenty minutes and re-entered the room just as Judy threw the front door open. Judy saw John sitting at the dining table and looked totally surprised to see Joy enter the room fully dressed and conservatively dressed. Joy said, "Forget something?" "Uh...yes, I forget my check book. I wanted to do some shopping after work." Judy walked past the dining table, into the kitchen, and retrieved the checkbook off the counter. She stopped on the way out to look at John. He sat casually with his knees apart, showing the incredible tent in his PJs. Judy tried to ignore the obvious, felt his forehead, then said sternly, "Just as I thought. You're going to school, young man. If you ever pull a stunt like this again, I'll ground you for a month." "Aw, Mom!" "March, mister. I'll give you exactly fifteen minutes. Move." John got five steps up the stairs when his mother stopped him, saying, "John, there's something else I want to say to you." John turned around on the step to face his mother head on. His cock jutted straight out obscenely, making Joy snicker silently behind Judy. She gave him a thumb's up sign as Judy said, "Don't let me ever see you making such a filthy display like this in my house again. Do you understand me?" John turned red but did not shy away. If anything, he postured more while saying, "I can't help it. It's all biological. It just gets this way sometimes." "John, I am not an idiot. It gets that way when you think filthy thoughts. If you thought about school, football, or fixing your car, that wouldn't happen. If you feel that coming on, you'd better take a cold shower or take care of it by hand. I know what you've been up to, and it better stop right here and now. You vent your hormonal urges on girls your own age. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, mother. Can I go now?" "You now have twelve minutes. One more thing. If I ever see you wearing those loose shorts without underwear around this house again, I'll have that car of yours hauled to a wrecking yard. They're called privates for a reason. Keep them private or lose your car." As John rounded the top of the stairs, Judy turned to Joy and said, "Let's go into the kitchen." John tip-toed back down the stairs half-way, just enough to see the back of his mother as she stood in the kitchen facing Joy. Joy noted his deception with a sly nod which John took as a sign that he should watch and listen. The first words out of his mother's mouth amazed him. Her tone had completely changed from harsh disciplinarian, to one that would be appropriate to a teenage girl talking to her best friend under the bleacher as they checked out the football players buns on the practice field. She said, "Good, Lord, Joy! Did you see that boy's cock? It was all I could do not to yank those fucking drawers down, drop to my knees, and suck it." Joy said, "I saw it naked, being shoved in my face. I came this close to being raped by it." "And you went and put on jeans? That doesn't sound at all like you. How did you resist a cock like that? Or did you?" "I don't know how, but I did resist. He tried to put that magnificent fuck stick in me. I had to slap his face to get him to stop. He got the head in. I'm sorry, but he was so fast and strong. It took everything I had to get him to stop." "He actually had the nerve to force his way on you?" "He came down for pussy, and wasn't taking no for an answer. Please, Judy, you know it's part my fault. Don't say anything to him. I've had this coming. I really thought I could deal with him, you know, play cat and mouse. When he showed me his cock, I was the mouse; he was the cat." "His cock is that good, huh?" "Oh, Lord! You have no idea. When you look up penis in the dictionary, a picture of your son's cock should be there. John could make a living serving as a model for dildos. He has the perfect cock, Judy, absolutely perfect. You gave birth to the cock of your dreams, girl." "And you resisted that cock? After you got the head of his dick in your pussy? I need to take your temperature. I am amazed, Joy, truly amazed. Before I commend you, I want to check to make sure." "Aren't you afraid he might come down?" "Oh, I see you don't want me to check. I noticed your robe lying on the sofa. Evidently, you were naked with him. Drop your fucking pants, Joy." Joy looked past Judy to John with a look that said, "See. Now watch this." She undid her pants and shimmied them down her legs. As an after thought, she drew one foot out so that she could step out wide, saying, "I have nothing to hide, Judy. Honest, I was a good girl." Judy knelt and peered between Joy's legs, then peeled back her cunt lips and looked inside. While Judy was looking up her twat, poking and prying with her fingers, Joy looked at John's astonished face and smiled with a look that said, "Believe me now, stud?" John could not believe his eyes as he watched his mother poke a finger up her sister's pussy and dig around. She took her sweet time, then stood and said, "Okay, let me see your tits. If there are no love marks, I owe you a big apology." Joy lifted her sweatshirt above her pendulous breasts. Judy examined them closely using both hands on each breast in turn, again, to excess. After playing with Joy's breasts, Judy stood back and said, "Joy, I apologize. I feel just awful." Joy was pulling up her pants as Judy continued, "I've treated you terribly since you got here. All those threats, and my constant challenges. Well, I feel like an ass and a real heel besides. I'm sorry, sis, I really am." "Hey, forget it. The truth is, I came a hair's breadth away from living up to your expectations. I haven't changed, I'm just trying extra hard. I don't want to be kicked out. I need you and your hospitality desperately." "I know, and I've used that to make you feel insecure. I was a brat. Can I have a hug?" John watched a touching scene where Joy forgot about him and melted into her sister's arms. They both started crying and hugging each other tightly. John lost his erection and began tearing up. He sat on the step and watched them wipe each other's tears and kiss, not a sexual kiss, but a kiss on the lips, several, in fact. They hugged and kissed, and brushed each other's long hair with their hands. They really did love each other, and John found that very touching and also very comforting. He didn't know Joy that well, and her ideas sounded like she was out to destroy his family. He set those notions aside and thought about his headboard and the two sexiest women he knew, up to their nipples in Pampers. His hardon returned with a vengeance John eased up the stairs and got dressed for school. In the kitchen, Judy broke the loving embrace to reach for her purse. She drew out a credit card and handed it to Joy, saying, "I want you to have this, Joy. This card has a five-hundred dollar limit, but I want you to go out and blow it on yourself. You need some new clothes. Go crazy. Keep the card, because I'm going to pay off the balance at the end of each month. That means I'll fill it up again next week, and each month after that. I want you to have your own money." "Judy, this isn't necessary." "Yes it is. No, I want you to have your freedom. I don't want you totally dependent on me anymore. I can't handle that kind of power. I've proved that. Besides, I want you here to keep an eye on John. Now that I can trust you, I'll feel better knowing there's an adult in the house. Frankly, I worry about that sex fiend being around those girls. If he'd jump his own aunt, no one is safe, especially those two little minks." "I'll try, but I can't promise you anything. Like I said, Judy, I haven't changed." "I haven't either. I'll still put you out if I find out you're fucking him. You keep his magnificent, perfect cock out of your pussy, and we'll get along. Keep his cock out of Brenda and Bonnie, and we'll get along wonderfully. Do you think you can do that for five-hundred bucks a month including room and board?" "I'll try, Judy, I'll try. If I were you, though, I'd be on my guard. I pretty much set him straight about me. I don't think he'll try anything with me ever again. I saw something in the way he was posing for you that makes me think he just shifted his focus from me to you." "That's nonsense. He wouldn't dare. I'd paddle his young behind if I thought that." "You'd better take this seriously Judy. I saw that look in his eyes. He wasn't seeing Mommy, he was seeing a hot chick. I found out something else. Those notches are for individual conquests." "They can't be. He couldn't have had sex with twenty-four different girls." "Three are grown women. One is fifty-five, and one is that Babs woman across the street." "I doubt that. That sounds like hollow boasting." "He's not boasting. I have experienced his seduction technique. Someone, early on, taught that kid the ropes." "If he did screw twenty-four girls, I'd say his first was an experienced adult. If you'd been around when the notches first appeared, I'd think it was you." "When I told him you thought they represented fucks, he laughed and said, 'If I carved notches every time I got laid, there'd be no headboard left.' I believe him. I've seen his cock. I can see twenty-four girls, three of them grown women, spreading their legs for that cock every chance they get. I'm telling you, Judy. Watch yourself. The kid is a real pro. You might be number twenty-five." Judy blushed at these words, then said, "Honestly, Joy, just because you fucked your sons, doesn't mean every mother does. I certainly won't, and I know I can handle that little shit. You worry about you. I can handle little Long Dong Silver." "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." John caught the last of that conversation, enough to put a smile on his face. He trotted down the stairs and came up behind his mother. He placed his arm around her waist and rested his hand boldly on her ass. Judy looked surprised at this and simply stood there looking at Joy's knowing look, a look that was saying, "What did I tell you?" Judy calmly said, "John, sweetheart, if you don't take your hand off my rear end, I'll take your hand off your wrist." John gingerly removed his hand. After shoving John through the door ahead of her, Judy leaned back in to say to Joy, "Not bad, huh?" "Yeah, but your ass still tingles, doesn't it?" Judy's smile left her. When she took her seat behind the wheel, her ass was still tingling. She knew she should re-assert here parental authority, but her ass tingled. She knew he deserved a good ass chewing, but her ass tingled. She knew to remain silent while he eyed her up and down in that cocky self-confident repose was stupid, but her ass still tingled. John knew her ass was tingling. He knew his bold appraising eyes kept the tingle going. The only thing that bothered him about Joy's plan was following her advice to the letter. He was not without seduction techniques and proven abilities, and he hated the idea of winning totally with someone else's methods. They rode in silence for several minutes, then John said, "Mom, I'm sorry I put my hand on your ass. That was rude to do that in front of your sister." Judy's face went flush. She said, "Yes it was." In her head a familiar voice said, "You could at least put some anger in your voice." He said, "I guess I was showing off." "I guess you were." In her mind, Judy heard, "Damn, can't you say anything better than that? He said ass. He can't talk about your ass and get away with it. Can he?" Her ass tingled. She thought, "He can when my ass tingles." John said, "Sometimes, I can't help myself. You have such a cute ass. There it was, facing me, looking cute and all. I just had to cop a feel." Judy's face was red and her mind yelled, "Oh my god! He is trying to seduce me. Do something! Don't just sit there like an idiot." She looked to John and said, "Be that as it may, I'm the mother, you're the son. It doesn't look right." Her inner voice mocked, "That really showed him. Now he thinks as long as no one's looking, he can finger-fuck your asshole." John said, "I love your legs, Mom. Did I ever tell you that?" The car felt suddenly hot. She cracked the window, then said, "No, but it won't work. I'm still taking you to school." "I'm serious. I'm not trying to get out of going to school. I love your sexy legs. You have sexier legs than all of our cheerleaders put together. I've had them all, so I know sexy legs." Judy took a deep breath then said, "Thank you, John. That's sweet of you to say that, but..." "But what? Can't I even give my mom a sincere compliment without being made to feel like a dirty old man." Judy took another deep breath, then said, "It's not that. It's just that...I don't think...I mean, you shouldn't..." "What? I shouldn't look at your legs. Is that what you're saying?" "No, of course not. I don't mind you looking at my legs, and I like hearing sincere compliments." "Well, then what's the problem?" "There's no problem." Judy's mind quickly said, "Don't stop there. Tell him to stop trying to seduce you. Joy was right. He's after you now. You're number twenty-five. Stop thinking of him as a kid. He's no kid. He's a pro. You just invited him to look at your legs and give you compliments on them. Your legs are your weakness, you idiot. At least put your knees together and drive faster, you slut." John sat with his back to the passenger door facing his mother, and was again showing off an erection, this time one that ran down his right pant leg. He had his left leg cocked on the seat with his right leg out to stretch the jean material, giving Judy an accurate impression of his length and dimensions. Every time she looked over, her eyes darted down. The next time he caught her looking, he said, "I'm sorry about getting another erection, Mom, but I can't think about cars, football, or school with you showing so much sexy naked leg." Judy turned red, but looked at his erection before saying, "I understand. A woman should feel flattered when she sees one of those. I'm sorry I over-reacted back at the house. You're right. It is a biological response. I shouldn't have made you feel bad about it." Judy kept looking at the enticing bulge the whole time she was talking, giving her inner voice no chance to butt in. When she stopped talking the inner voice started, saying, "I hope you realize you are making a complete ass of yourself." To quell the inner voice, she added, "I feel I need to apologize for what I said...about the shorts, I mean." John said, "What about them?" "About your wearing them without underwear. You should be able to walk around naked in your own house if you want to. I'm afraid I was trying to impose my code of modesty and my inhibitions on you. I don't think that's right, now that I think of it." The inner voice mocked, "Yeah, now that you've seen how good it looks." Another inner voice from deeper down in the primal sector said, "Shut the fuck up. She's doing good." John said, "I'd like to walk around the house naked, but I'll probably get a hardon with all the females living there now. Won't that make you angry, if you see me walking around you girls with a boner?" Judy's face got redder and redder, but she said, "I'm sure I'll find that a bit embarrassing, but like I said, that's my problem, not yours. I promise, I won't get angry again." Both inner voices were fighting, so Judy couldn't make out what was being said. John could not hear her inner voice chastising her, but he saw the internal struggle being waged and lost. He scooted closer. He sat in the middle, openly staring into her lap, running his eyes up and down her legs. He let her simmer under his skirt-penetrating stare. He noticed her trying to breathe normally and trying to act unaffected by his lewd staring. After a pregnant pause, he said, "I wish you'd wear your skirts shorter. You should be showing more of your thighs when you're seated. Your thighs look sexier the higher up they go. When you wear knee-length skirts, you keep the best parts hidden." "How, uh...How high do you think they should be?" Her mind recoiled, shouting, "That's it! You're on your own now. You're just asking for it. Why be coy? Take the long way to school. Give the boy wonder time to work on you. Take the freeway; you know it's backed up due to road construction. He'll never be the wiser." The other inner voice said, "Good riddance. We don't need that prude bitch. Take the freeway. Let's get this show on the road." John smiled, scooted closer, then placed both hands at the hem where it laid on her lap two inches above her knees. She said, "I think the freeway will be faster." As she turned onto the onramp, John slowly, devilishly inched the hem up her legs and didn't stop until half her thigh was exposed. He said, "This is considered stylish. Most women, ordinary women with ordinary legs, show this much thigh when they're seated." Judy looked down, conscious of how this might look to other drivers as she slowed to join the pack that was converging into one lane. She said, "John, people are staring at us. They can see where your hands are and where you're looking." John looked around to confirm this, then said, "Who cares? We don't know them; besides, you look like a woman that would have a young lover. That's probably what they're thinking. They don't realize we're mother and son innocently discussing your wardrobe." Judy now had tingles running all over, but especially below the waist. John had turned both hands so that the fingers pointed down, laid along the sensitive insides of her thighs. He had the hem pinched between his thumbs and the edges of his hands so that his fingertips were two inches further up the insides of her thighs than the hem was. He said, "With your beautiful legs, I think you should wear shorter skirts than this. Much shorter." Judy could hardly speak, but managed a weak, "How...how much shorter?" Again, the hands moved devilishly slow, but Judy mentally focused on the fingertips as they inched ever closer to the crotch of her panties. If they stayed on course, they'd hit each of her labia lips. The tingle moved to her pussy. Her labia filled with blood and swelled in anticipation of the collision, both the one in her crotch and the one with the car she almost hit. She felt herself becoming moist and wet, wishing she'd worn a mini-pad. The hem climbed up her thighs until most of her thighs were bare. The fingers stopped just a fraction of an inch from making contact, as did her front bumper. Judy looked down as John said, "I think you could wear them this short. I think you should show this much of your sexy thighs. This shows the best part of your thigh, the softest inner flesh just below your vagina." Judy almost panicked at the sight of John's hands holding the part he referred to, framing her sweltering vagina, causing her labia lips to squish open and closed each time he gently kneaded the flesh on both sides of her swampy twat. Gentle outward pressure moved her knees out until the left was stopped by the door, and the right knee touched John's left. She felt obscene in this position, especially with her son kneading her crotch, or almost. His rhythmic squeezes caused her cunt lips to chew at the crotch of her panties, making driving in one lane a real chore. Fortunately, she had moved into the single open lane which crept along and no longer had eyes peering over from each side. John let his hands slide closer toward the center and felt her become tense. After a few good squeezes, he wisely released his hold on her tender inner thigh flesh. He sat back and placed his left arm around her shoulder, letting his hand rest naturally over her left breast. He waited to see if she'd tug her skirt down. Judy breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately missed the delicious feel of male hands on her intimate anatomy. She left the skirt riding high and made no notice of the hand that steadily increased pressure on her turgid nipple. She figured they had twenty more minutes of one lane inching along, then ten more to arrive at the school. A lot could happen in her current frame of mind, but at least he couldn't screw her. She resolved never to play this game where he could, but she resolved to keep playing. She had never dated a man or boy with such excellent seduction technique. She truly felt like she was under the influence of a master, and she was awed by his skill. So far, he'd done absolutely nothing wrong, giving her no opportunity to wrest control. John waited and kept the heat going by staring where his hands had been. Without her even being aware, he unbuttoned two of her blouse buttons, and again, without her being aware, exposed the creamy upper swell of her left breast. Judy realized this for the first time when she felt a feather-light finger's touch on bare tit flesh. When she saw that finger trace the border where her bra cup cut across the top of her tit, she almost ran off the road. Had they not been going so slow, the car would have ran up an embankment. After another pregnant pause, he said, "If I were your boss, and could make you wear your skirts where I wanted them, they'd be even higher than that." Judy glanced over to him, looked down, then said, "In that case, I'm glad you're not my boss. And, by the way, he has tried to get me to wear them this short." His finger dipped under the cup and eased along the top crest toward a meeting with a friendly nipple. "Aren't you curious?" Nipple met Mister Finger and they danced. "All right. If you were my boss, how high would my skirts have to be to please you?" He rolled and pinched the nipple while saying, "First, will you promise to let me place the hem where I'd want it, regardless of how high that might be?" "Well, I've let you go this far. I see no harm in indulging you. You've seen me in a bikini. You can't expose more leg than that." "Yes, but we're talking about the length of your skirts from the waist. I don't necessarily have to stop at the top of your legs, now do I?" Judy gulped, looked at John, looked at his impressive crotch bulge, looked at her lap, then said, "No, I suppose not." "Well, will you promise not to stop me?" Judy bit her lower lip, looked to John's eager face, thought about Joy's warning, then heard an inner voice shout, "For God's sake, woman. Get a grip." "Let me think about it." "Mom, do you know what I like best about your legs." He nuzzled her ear as Judy barely made her reply audible, saying, "No...What?" "They've got pretty feet at one end and a juicy pussy at the other." Judy suddenly blurted out, "I think I've had enough of this game. You get your hand out of my bra, scoot back over and sit quietly. I need to concentrate on driving, and you need to think about something other than female anatomy. Honestly, John, I think I need to get you into counseling." John was smart enough to know that he went too far too fast. Joy would call him a dumb kid, and tell him he blew it. The thought that he might have blown it, kept him silent. He knew he needed expert help. They rode in silence for ten minutes as Judy's tingles all disappeared, her complexion returned to a normal hue, and her breathing became regular. The silent calm was deceiving, for Judy was like a pressure cooker with the cap removed too soon. Suddenly the awful silence was broken by her yelling, "How dare you say such a filthy thing to me. I am your mother, God damnit! I am not some damn whore you can talk foul trash to and excite." John winced as she sternly said, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. I let that charade go on to see how far you'd go. I want you to know, I am shocked and appalled. How dare you feel me up like one of your damn bimbos at a drive-in movie." Her tone increased in volume and intensity with every sentence, and John cringed under her verbal assault as she screamed, "I am your mother; I am not one of those sluts you honor by carving notches in your headboard. I am not one of your little whores, and you'd better get that through your thick skull." John now had to listen to his own inner voice say, "You dumb fuck. You should have listened to Joy. Now, you're not getting anyone pregnant, and nobody's going to be lining up to sample your loser cock. You dumb fuck." Many long minutes passed in awkward silence. As the school loomed ahead, Judy, in a softer voice said, "I'm sorry I blew up at you. I know you can't help yourself. You obviously have a hormonal imbalance that you'll probably outgrow. I'll try to be more understanding and tolerant in the future. I wasn't really that upset, and I did enjoy the flattery to be honest." When the car came to a stop at the side of the gym where there were no windows, they both turned to face each other. Judy patted, then squeezed his thigh, saying, "I'll try to show more leg, and if I find your hand on my ass, I won't dismember you. Just don't ever try that in public again, okay?" John smiled warmly, his heart pounding with relief. Though he could see that the invitation was there, he fought the impulse to rub her leg or reach under her ass for a parting squeeze. He thought it would be best to consult Joy. When he gave her a parting peck on the cheek and went for the door, he detected a disappointed look. After he shut the door, Judy said impishly, "I guess you're still mad at me, huh?" John gave her a serious appraising look, then walked around to her side as she let the window down. He leaned on the window's edge and said, "No, Mom. I'm not mad at all. You were right. I forgot you were my Mom. I'll try to remember, but I wish you weren't so damn pretty and sexy. You really make it hard." This put a smile on her face and a glow to her skin. They both caught the double meaning. She said, "I know I make it hard, but that's what we pretty girls do best. [He smiled; she smiled] John, I am very curious. How high would I have to wear my skirts to please you if you were my boss?" She lifted her ass to free the skirt from beneath her, then sat and held the hem in both hands with the fabric stretched taunt across her upper thighs. He watched as she drew the tight line up until a gleam of white appeared at the center. She impishly said, "This far?" "No, much farther." She boldly drew the hem past her pubic mound. With her legs unnaturally far apart, but not quite obscenely spread, John could plainly see the full crotch area, sopping wet and showing matted pubic hairs through the transparent material. Where her clit and inner lips were pressed against the fabric, pinkness showed through, and her labia lips clearly outlined the form and dimensions of her vagina. Judy was well aware of this vulgar display of her genitals, as she was looking into her crotch as well. The sight was too obvious to ignore. She said, "It looks like my legs are just the way you like them, unless you find me feet unattractive." "No, Mom, your legs are absolutely perfect. You have very pretty feet." "Finish it, John. I want you to." John stared into her crotch as she spread her legs obscenely and tilted up her pelvis. He smiled and said, "And you have a very juicy pussy." Judy smiled through a flushed face, then said, "Higher?" "Yes, much higher." Judy moved the hem up past the top of her sexy panties, exposing three inches of bare tummy and her belly button. She said, "If I had to wear them this short, simply wearing a belt should suffice." "If I were your boss, your work uniform would be a patent leather belt with matching high heels." John reached in and hooked a finger in her exposed left bra cup, pulled out and visually examined the breast he became so familiar with. Judy watched along with him as her proud nipple showed off. She said, "You'd be a tough task master to work for." John boldly unbuttoned her blouse all the way, then pulled the bra cup below her breast as he said, "If I had a fox like you working for me, I sure would be tough." As an after thought, he went ahead and deftly released the center clasp. He uncovered both breasts as his mother watched in silence. He flicked first one nipple then the other before taking the left one between thumb and forefinger to roll it, saying, "I always wondered what kind of nipples you had. You have my favorite kind." "What, a pair?" "No, Hershey's kiss nipples, big ones. I like dark rubbery nipples. I'd like to see them when they're not erect." "That would be like seeing if the refrigerator light actually goes off when you shut the door." She saw his puzzled expression and added, "If you are looking at my nipples, they're going to be erect." "Oh, I get it. I'd better go before I rape you." John released her tit and stood. Judy said, "John, if you occasionally forget that I'm your mother, I'll understand, just as long as we're alone. That's the best I can do." "Great! That's all I ask. Well...there is one thing more." "What?" "Could you also, occasionally, forget that I'm your dumb horny son...when we're alone, of course." "I already did, at home when you stood on the stairs, on the freeway, just now, and a hundred times before today. I'm sure it will happen again. We must try not to forget at the same time, though. That could be dangerous if there's a bed nearby." "Mother, you make me blush." "You never blush. Go on, you're starting to look like a young Robert Redford, and the back seat is looking like a bed." "Yeah, I'd better. You're looking like Ann Margaret, and you're right, that does look like a bed." John leaned in the window and drew her face to his with a hand at the back of her head. He kissed her softly and eased his tongue into her mouth, just past the lips. At the same time, his left hand went into her crotch and lightly cupped her sex with his fuck finger pressing wet pantie material into her slit. Judy melted into that kiss and her tongue shot into his mouth. The kiss became stronger and more passionate as month- long seconds ticked by. John eased away after ten months. Judy tried to follow, but gradually let him go. John sauntered off, and Judy drove off. John sauntered better than Judy drove. He only tripped over a curb; she drove over one. When John arrived home from school that day, Joy was waiting, and she was livid. Judy was still at work, and the girls were with friends. Joy met John at the door. He took one look at her icy countenance and said, "I know, I know, I fucked up." "You're damn right you fucked up." John dropped his books on the sofa and let himself be led to the dining table. Joy sat him down and took a seat across the same corner, saying, "You did some things very right, but too many that were very wrong. If you're going to freelance, tell me now so I can start looking for an apartment." "Look, I know I need you. I found out the hard way. You call all the shots from now on. I swear." "It may be too late for that." "I think everything's okay, though. Before she left, she was feeling real good. I could have fucked her in the parking lot if I hadn't left." "Oh, she was feeling good, all right. She came straight home and took the whole morning off. It took me that long to calm her down. When she got home, she was so angry with herself, I thought she was going to ask me to whip her. An hour later, she wanted to take the day off and shop for micro mini skirts. An hour after that, she made me take a belt to her naked ass. Then right as she was leaving for work, she said she'd be home late because she wanted to buy at least one micro mini. She's going through mood swings like a psychopath. That's not good, Junior." "I don't get it. I've never had that trouble with any other chick." "This chick is your mother, you dumb ass. She is so hot for your bod she can't think straight. She's also one of the straightest mothers I've ever met. She has never had an incestuous thought in her life, until today. Now, she can't think of anything else, and it's driving her crazy. On the positive side, though, I think the worst is over, and this just might move things along nicely." "I thought we were home free when she drove off." "You could fuck her this evening if that were the goal. It's not. Just fucking her once, before she's psychologically ready, won't help one iota, and could spell disaster. Her recoil from that fuck might put you in your father's house and me in the poor house. You have to fuck her when I tell you she's ready, and you can't fuck me until she is thoroughly accustomed to being your lover. When its all out in the open, and everyone has seen you two screwing, when she feels comfortable enough to walk naked through this house with your sperm running down her legs, then, and only then, can I approach her about sharing her boy toy." "Holy shit! Do you think that's possible? Could she ever get to that point where she'd walk naked in front of Brenda and Bonnie with my sperm running down her legs." "I see you like that idea a lot." "Fuckin' 'A'!" "If you follow my directions to the letter, I guarantee it. Here, picture things this way. See you mother as a pendulum. She's resting on a table that's on a boat. When you do something sexual to her, you set the pendulum in motion. Afterward, the arm swings the other way. Eventually, the swings will slow to a stop. Do it wrong and it's like rocking the boat. Keep fucking up, and that's like tilting the table while the boat's rocking. The pendulum just gets wilder and wilder until eventually, it topples off the table. Now, that can mean anything from suicide to your being committed or sent away. Do you understand my analogy?" "Yeah, I think I do. That helps me a lot. Wow, Joy, you really know your stuff, don't you?" "I know women, and I know your mom best of all. I am not about to risk toppling her from the table, so if you fuck up one more time-- rock the boat or tilt the table--the deal's off. I am not going to let her get hurt. I know what she wants, and I know how much she can take. Even after we get her onboard, I will tell you what you can and can't do with her. If you ever defy me and hurt that woman, I'll cut your fucking balls off. That's all you need to understand." "I do. I really do. I love her as much as you do, maybe more. I've learned to respect you. I trust you. I worried at first, but I do now. I'm glad you're looking out for her. So, how can we fix things?" "Let things cool off. You don't initiate anything. Keep showing interest in her legs, especially if you see her showing you some leg. Touch her ass a few times. I think she'd be disappointed if you didn't take her up on that offer. By the way, how did you know about her legs?" "What about them?" "You just got lucky, huh? Well, you hit her right in her weakness. She loves her legs. Her legs are her number one erogenous zone; in fact, her legs are a sex organ. I can't blame her. If I had legs like her's, I'd be in love with them, too. I wasn't going to tell you about her legs until we were ready to move in for the kill. Now that she thinks you're a leg man, she expects you to pay attention to them. You'll cause more stress if you don't. When you see a come-on, you have to come on. This will make things very tricky. This will be like juggling dynamite. If you go too far, she'll rape you; don't do enough, and she'll stress out." "Shit, how will I know?" "I don't know what to tell you, except when things look headed for a bed, you better find a sly way of cooling her off. Change the subject. Talk about school, football, or your car. Oh, by the way, she had your car towed to a shop. They're fixing it as we speak." John's face lit up, "No shit! She's fixing my MG?" "She's forking out over two grand. That's how much of an impression you made on her. It's also a very bad sign." "How can that be a bad sign?" "That, coupled with something she said earlier makes me think she's falling in love. If that were to happen, all bets are off. You don't want that, I can assure you. Your mother is a very possessive woman. She won't share her lover with anyone, not anyone. Get my drift, stud." "Whoa! That would be the shits. You know I got that same feeling when she left the school. She had those love-sick puppy eyes. It only gets worse. I know that much." "I know. Let me work on that, but don't you fuel the fire by talking lovie dovie and cutsie wootsie with her. When you do anything with her, be crude, childish, and embarrass her by not respecting her wish to keep this private. You're a stud that likes to show off your conquests. This will play right into my conditioning scheme. I need her to get used to performing before an audience. First, she has to adjust to other eyes watching your seduction of her. The one good thing you did was not backing away on the freeway when the cars closed in and people were looking. You handled that beautifully, and she got a huge thrill out of the experience." John beamed, stuck his chest out and said, "Yeah, that was cool. I could feel the steam coming from her cunt. I'm real good at making girls do things while people are watching. They all say they hate it, but they all get super turned on." "It's almost universal, but it was Judy's first experience. She's always been very private. I didn't have your skill or experience when I was feeling her up and playing games with her. I only made things worse and caused her to develop a phobia about her body and especially being seen doing nasty things. You guys have never seen her naked or doing anything sexual, have you?" "No, never." "That's rare in a family. She guards her modesty like a miser guards nickels. You need to work on that. You're probably better at that than I am, so that's your mission. I think she'll quickly fall out of love, but right into lust. Lust is what we're after, and we want her to see you as her stud muffin, her boy toy, not as a lover. All right, are we all set and straight?" "Yeah, I think I understand completely. I won't do anything new before checking with you first. I'll cool the love bullshit, be more myself, and I'll gradually get her used to embarrassing situations. I'll be a bad boy. I can't help myself. I have a hormonal imbalance." He made a pouting baby face and said, "I'm sick, Mommy." Joy smiled big, cupped his face and rubbed her nose on his, saying, "You are such an adorable little fuck. If you stuck your finger up Judy's ass at a family reunion, then made that face and said those words, she'd hold you like this and say, "I know, precious, but Mommy can't let you finger-fuck her butt hole at the dinner table with the whole family watching." John burst out laughing and said, "You know, I can see her saying that, too. Well, not yesterday, but I can today. What's more, I can see me bending her over the table, pushing her dress up, yanking down her panties, and finger fucking her asshole while she squirms and tries to get away." "I can see you doing that, too. I can see Judy fighting hard enough to look good without fighting hard enough to get away. Most importantly, I can't see her loving the guy that did that to her." "Me neither. I think we'll make a good team, Joy." "I must say, I am much more encouraged. Say, John, this morning you said you nailed one of those people I mentioned, someone other than the moose or the mouse. Expound on that. I know it wasn't sister, aunt, niece, mother, or great grandmother. The only one left is grand mother, and the one on your father's side is in Germany. By my calculations, that leaves my fifty-five-year-old mother." John smiled then pouted, "I'm sick, Aunt Joy." * * * John was out with his friends when Judy arrived home. The girls were still gone, so she made a beeline for Joy. She found her in the kitchen preparing dinner. Judy dropped her bags on the counter and said, "Is anyone home?" "No, John's out with some bimbette, and the girls are at Debby Foster's." "He's out with a girl?" "You look surprised. When is he not out with a girl?" "I would think...well, never mind. Joy, I've had a lot of time to think about this situation. If this keeps up, he's going to fuck me." "It wouldn't be the end of the world. Worse things can happen to you. You might win the lottery, for example." "Very funny. I'm being serious; I'd like you to be serious as well." "Hell, I was serious. So, what's your problem?" "I can't shut him off. He's preying on pussy in this house. He failed with you. If he fails with me, the girls are next. I can't trust you to protect them. I know you'd get off on watching him fuck them. Don't even deny it, Joy." "Fine. I told you I hadn't changed, but I would have tried. Maybe not very hard, but I would have tried." "I have no choice but to keep his attentions focused on me." Joy gave her a knowing look and said, "That's very noble of you." "Don't give me that look, Joy. I can handle him. The girls can't, and you'd better not. I'm on my guard now. I'm not going to let him sweet talk me. I'm putting a stop to this love business right away. I can't afford to have him fall in love with me." "Or you with him." "That never was a possibility. I'm not a little teenager, he just made me feel that way for a few fleeting moments. I think I can get that under control, but if you see me acting giddy and silly, slap my face." "Sure. That'll be a pleasure. Ready for your first? You look like you use it. You look hot to trot." "Have you used the credit card, yet?" "I haven't had the chance, why?" "Give it back." "What gives?" "Just give it back." Joy went to her purse and retrieved the card. Reluctantly, she handed it to Judy. As soon as Judy had the card in hand, a new bearing came over her. Her tone changed. She folded her arms and said, "I refuse to compete with you in my own home. I want his attention focused solely on me. Do you understand?" "Yes, but they are anyway. I set him straight. When he came home, he hardly paid me any notice." "I'd like to believe that, but I see you're in a short skirt with no bra. Unless I miss my guess, you have no panties on. Pull up your skirt. All the way up, and hold it up." Joy did so, then planted her feet wide apart in hopeful expectation of a vaginal inspection. She sensed there was something different about Judy right away. There had always been lesbian overtones to the vaginal inspections, but neither acknowledged that fact. Joy kept quiet about her suspicions to encourage Judy. Judy masked her activities behind a facade in order to carefully guard her secret desires. In recent weeks, she didn't feel the need to mask so hard, and her present demeanor suggested she hardly felt the need at all. Joy felt the excitement building rapidly and assumed a provocative pose with her pussy presented in outhrust submissiveness. Judy noticed the striking new pose, and felt inspired by Joy's submissiveness. She casually went for a chair, then sat, pulling the chair close. Joy watched with eager anticipation. Judy never had her face so close to her beaver before. She toyed with the fleshy parts while studying those parts intently from mere inches away. She paid no attention to Joy, as though she had a disembodied vagina in her hands and was appraising the cunt for possible purchase. She fingered her sister's pussy, rubbed her clit, and ran her fingers over every square centimeter repeatedly. After a few minutes, she simply said, "Now turn around and bend low. Grab your ankles." Joy quickly assumed the new pose, insuring that her ass was close to Judy's face. Judy did not have to lean forward. Joy made sure the skirt laid high on her back and placed her feet over a yard apart, opening the full plane of her sex and ass. Judy touched Joy's puckered rosebud, a first, then sank her fuck finger in slowly, saying, "It just occurred to me that I never checked your asshole. You let dogs fuck your ass. Why not horny little boys? You're lucky there's no sperm in here, damn lucky." Joy remained silent while the finger fucked in and out, twisted, pulled out, pushed in, felt around the rim, then fucked a few more times. Judy then got up, walked to the sink, and washed her finger. She returned, took her seat, then reached between Joy's legs to push the tube top off Joy's breasts, saying, "Look at the floor. I don't want to see you looking at me while I'm examining you." Joy looked at the floor while her nipples got played with. To reach that far, Judy had to get her face right in Joy's pussy without touching anything wet. Joy could feel every breath in the core of her open maw, knowing that Judy was breathing her female musk on each intake. After a little tit play, Judy kicked off her right pump and thrust her bare foot under Joy's face, saying, "Suck on my big toe so I'll know you can't look up." Joy slipped her mouth over the toe as Judy resumed her vaginal exam by using her thumbs to pry the lips apart. Joy could feel Judy's penetrating stare right up her hole. Joy soon felt like a hollow tree with a beehive in the trunk. She also felt like a hungry bear was reaching in to gorge herself on honey. Joy sucked the toe as she would a cock. Judy feasted on slimy fingers for several minutes, then used her index finger to explore the rim of Joy's pussy hole, saying, "Exactly how far in did John get his cock. This far?" Joy gave the toe a final suck, then said "No, farther." Judy's finger went in past the vaginal ring by half an inch and said, "This far?" "Maybe a little farther." "Judy slid her finger all the way in and said, "Was it this far in?" "Yes, that feels about right." Judy pursed three fingers together and pushed, saying, "Tell me when this approximates the sensation of his cockhead entering. He has a large cockhead, doesn't he?" "Yes, very large. I think you'll need all four fingers." Judy got all four up Joy's cunt to the last knuckles as Joy pushed back to keep from being shoved away. "Does this feel right?" "Yeah, that's about it." Judy played with the pussy openly. While doing this, and driving Joy to distraction, she said, "From now on, you are to wear jeans and a sweatshirt around John. Furthermore, I want you in shoes and socks. You are to wear no makeup whatsoever. I bought you an athlete's bra and a panty girdle. You are to wear those as well. Joy, you're not going to like this, but I must cut your hair short." Joy moaned. She had plenty of wigs to wear out, so she didn't really care, but she didn't want to act like she didn't care. She said, "Please don't do that, Judy. You know I love my long hair." "Don't make this more difficult than it has to be. You can always pack your bags if you won't cooperate." "You know I'll cooperate. I'd be destitute without your help. You could shave my head and I'd sit still for it." "I know, but I won't shave your head. I won't give you a nice haircut either. I'll use shears and cut your sexy hair off in clumps. I doubt you'll have any hairs over one inch long. You can wear your wigs to do the weekly shopping. Other than that, I see no need for you to go anywhere. You'll have no money until this crisis passes. It may last a while, so get used to it." "Do I have a choice?" "No, not if you choose to remain here. Furthermore, I am putting you in charge of keeping my feet and legs looking sexy. I want you to shave my legs daily and keep my toe nails nicely painted. What did John think of your shaved twat lips. Does he have a preference?" "Yes, he liked it a lot, but he likes his pussies shaved bald." "Very well. In that case, you are to let your cunt hair grow, and you will be shaving my pussy bald each day when you shave my legs. He might get that far, and if he does, I want him to remain interested." "That would be awfully risky, Judy. If he ever sees your naked pussy, nicely shaved, he'll attack you. He'll rape you. I'm much bigger and stronger than you, and I could barely fend him off." "Let me worry about that. If he rapes me, I'm sure he won't hurt me. Like you said, if he fucked me, it wouldn't be the end of the world. If I must let him rape me to protect my girls, then I must, mustn't I?" "I suppose you must, mustn't you." "Joy, I want you to take the girls aside and explain this situation to them. Take them into your room, but I'll be listening at the door. You'd better make me out to be a sacrificing hero in their eyes. I'm sure they'll be seeing things. My attire alone will cause confusion unless they understand my motives. Be very careful how you break this to them, but I want them prepared for anything that might happen. I want them to understand that I might have to go all the way. Put it that way, don't say fuck, and don't tell them that their brother might rape me. I don't want them living in fear, understand?" "I'll be very diplomatic. Don't worry, I'll make them feel safe and secure. I'll let them know that there's nothing their mommy won't do to keep John's interest focused on her. I think it would be wise if they wore jeans and sweats, too. I think they should shower as soon as they come in for the night, then leave their makeup off and leave their hair untended and wet." "Yes, that would be good. I can't be cropping off those girl's beautiful locks, now can I? Let's go into my bathroom. I want my legs and pussy looking and smelling sweet. I bought several sexy new micro minis. I want to make a stunning first impression. Find the shears and bring them to me naked." The session in the bathroom went down as one of the highlights of Joy's sex life, and that took some doing. Judy was naked when Joy entered with the shears in hand. Judy ordered Joy to cut her own hair, then began masturbating as the waist-length clumps fell at her sister's bare feet. Judy reached a climax as the last clump fell. She masturbated through a pedicure, masturbated through a leg shave, and toyed with her clit while being denuded of all pussy hair. She almost had another climax when she saw her bare cunt in a mirror held by Joy. She had another climax after ordering Joy to lick her pussy for her to make sure there was no stubble. Actually, she came while fucking Joy's face long after Joy determined there was absolutely no stubble within a foot of Judy's twat. The girls arrived home first, and were startled to see Joy without her beautiful hair. Judy hid in the kitchen as Joy ushered them into her downstairs bedroom. Judy quickly padded to the door and eaves dropped, satisfied that Joy was being true to her word. The girls were shocked, then awed, then accepting, and ended by praising their mother for her courage and sacrifice. Judy tip-toed away wearing a big smile, entered the kitchen and played with her pussy until she heard Joy's door open. Judy busied herself at the stove, attending the meal that Joy began hours earlier. She had her back to the three as they entered, presenting them with a provocative display of feminine legs from her four-inch open-toed high heels, to the patent leather micro mini skirt that just barely covered the lower crests of her ass cheeks. A slight dip of their heads and they would see a naked pussy absent of all hair. Joy dipped, but the girls didn't dare. They were awestruck by the vulgar vision their mother presented. Judy felt their stares on the backs of her legs, very high up, and anxiously wondered if her naked cunt lips were showing. The way they tingled and swelled, she felt certain they were. She wished the girls would make their presence known so she could turn around. The front hem came lower down, at least an inch below any portion of her inflamed vagina. They had all stopped to stare, and it was painful seconds before Joy said, "I told them, Judy." Judy set the label down and turned to face the three who were now within arm's reach in a semi-circle around her. Brenda, her fifteen-year-old, looked Judy in the face and said, "Joy told us all about John's problem, and what you're doing to protect us. That's really sweet of you, but John has never made a pass at us. He always protects us, and fights any boy who gets fresh. I don't think you have to worry about John messing with me or Bonnie. I don't think you have to do this." Judy was struck by Brenda's sincerity. Brenda avoided looking down. Bonnie, on the other hand, never looked up. She boldly stared at the juncture of thigh flesh with a dirty little twinkle in her eye. After Brenda finished, Bonnie, still looking down, said, "I don't know, Brenda, I'm scared. I want Mommy to save us. When John sees her dressed like this, he won't even know we're around." Judy almost cracked a smile. She ruffled Bonnie's hair and said, "Well, we're not taking any chances. If this doesn't do the trick, I'll do something more drastic." Bonnie's face broke into a smile as she said, "Maybe you ought to go naked." Judy laughed. This eased the tension. She said, "We'll see. If it comes to that, I will go naked." Joy said, "If you're going to do this right, you need to do something with that blouse." Judy looked at her braless white blouse and said, "What's wrong with the blouse?" "You're not showing enough bare skin where it counts. Here, let me fix it for you." Judy stood still while Joy unbuttoned the blouse, feeling certain this was just a ploy to expose her breasts to the girls. Judy came close to stopping Joy, but knew she needed to overcome her shyness. When Joy had the blouse undone, she began tightly rolling the right side inward until she had a roll of material the thickness of rope that went down right side of Judy's body. Joy asked Judy to place her hand over the roll she'd just made while she did the same to the left side. Judy stood with both tits bare, inspiring Bonnie to say, "Wow, Mom, you really have nice looking boobies. John will really like those." "Thank you, Bonnie, but I'm not wearing my blouse like this regardless of what Joy says." Joy said, "Just hold on. I'm not finished yet." Joy pulled the back portion of the blouse up Judy's back, then brought the two rope- like tails together under Judy's breasts. She told Judy to breath out and hunch her shoulders. While Judy did so, Joy made the square knot tie. She then told Judy to relax and stand naturally while she adjusted the two sides so that the ropes rested over nipples. She then stood back and said, "That's how you wear a blouse to attract a hound like John." Judy looked down at the vast expanse of bare skin between her shoulders and her neck. Even her bikini top covered more skin. The tight pull of the two sides pressed her breasts together, bulged the breast flesh and exaggerated her cleavage. Joy's modification did make her already ample breast appear even fuller and firmer, but also made them look comically lewd. Judy said, "I think this is a bit much, Joy. I'm going for sensual, not obscene." "Well, John prefers obscene bait. If you're serious about drawing him away from the girls, I suggest you use the right bait. Before you make up your mind, square your shoulders back." Judy squared her shoulders and felt the rolls begin sliding outward, then suddenly popping out from her nipples, distorting her tit flesh while sending one nipple pointing east, the other west. The girls broke up laughing, and Judy broke a smile saying, "Very funny, Joy, now undo the knot." "It's not meant to be funny. John won't find it funny. When a guy sees this, all he sees is tits bursting out. This really gets them going. Trust me. You're on my turf now." "I don't know, Joy. I think he'll laugh. I'll tell you what, though. I'll wear the blouse this way, and just keep my shoulders relaxed. I do think he'll like all the bare skin. If that can keep him from thinking about my daughters, I won't mind the exposure." "You're a real trooper, Judy, a real trooper." Brenda said, "You're not going to wear that outfit anywhere outside are you, Mom?" "No sweetheart. This is just for indoor wear. I'd get arrested if I went outside." "Does the skirt really have to be that short? I think John would be more than interested if it came to mid thigh." "Sweetheart, John wants them shorter. He made that quite clear when I took him to school. This is as short as they make them in my size." "I can believe that, but if you have to sit or bend over, your panties will show." "Honey, I'm afraid I'm not wearing panties. He hates those too." Bonnie eagerly said, "Can we see?" Brenda tried to shush her sister as Judy said, "I'm sure you'll see soon enough. I'm afraid I'd be a little too uncomfortable lifting my dress and showing myself like that." Bonnie countered, "How come? We're all girls here. We all have one." "I know, but we don't show each other, do we?" "Joy showed us hers, and we showed her ours." Brenda slugged Bonnie and said, "You stupid! You're going to get Joy in more trouble." Joy shrugged her shoulders in an I'm-busted gesture as Judy gave her a hard stare. Judy said to Joy, "I'll deal with you later." She looked to the girls and said, "There's something else about my vagina that I'm embarrassed about. Mine is shaved of all hair. I feel extra naked down there." Bonnie pleaded, "I wanna see. Please! I've never seen a grown-up one all shaved." Joy interceded, saying, "I wish you'd stop calling it a one. I told you girls you could talk freely with your mother and use any terms you like. Say whatever comes naturally." Judy didn't recall hearing anything like that, but she wasn't opposed to the idea under the circumstances. When Bonnie rephrased her request, saying, "Can we see your shaved pussy, Mom?" Judy felt a rush. She smiled through a flushed face and said, "If you want to look, I won't stop you. Just don't ask me to show you my pussy, okay?" Bonnie immediately dropped to her knees and gazed up her mother's legs, bringing a fast flush to Judy's cheeks as Bonnie exclaimed, "Wow, Mom's pussy is really neat, Brenda. You ought to see it close up. Come on, Mom doesn't care." Brenda looked sheepishly to her mother, then got a nod from Joy, then went with the tug of Bonnie's hand. Judy suddenly found herself with both girls on their knees, gazing between her slightly parted legs. She folded her arms and glared at Jay, even as her pussy blossomed before her daughters' eyes. Joy defensively said, "Don't blame me. You picked out the skirt and ordered a close shave. I just do as I'm told." "The trouble is, you do more than you're told." Judy felt Bonnie's small hands pushing out on both knees. She resisted for a few seconds, but then went with the pressure and let her right foot slide outward. Though her feet were wide, this still wasn't enough for Bonnie. Judy had to assume a half squat and felt absurd doing so, because she had to lean back on both arms to get support from the counter to her rear. This made it appear that she was thrusting out her crotch in obscene offering. Joy made things more obscene by stepping up and reaching for the front hem at the crotch, saying, "Here, allow me." Judy gazed down her front, over her bald mound, at the fascinated faces staring into the core of her being. Never, in her wildest dreams did Judy imagine such a scene. Joy gave the girls a guided tour of their mother's vagina with her free hand while holding the skirt up with the other. She pulled, prodded, and poked, then invited the girls to do likewise. Bonnie was eager, but Brenda needed coaxing. Judy let this bizarre show and tell exhibition go on for several long minutes, then said, "All right you two voyeurs, I think that's enough. You've seen more of me then daughters should. Go about your business and try to ignore what goes on between me and your brother when he gets home." Bonnie said, as she reluctantly stood, "We can still watch, can't we?" As Judy stood straight and adjusted her skirt, she said, "If you accidently see something that amuses you, watch if you want. I'm sure John would like showing off what he can do to me and get away with. Just don't make a peep. Don't encourage him or discourage him. Be like ghosts. I'll pretend I can't see you. If you make it so that I can't pretend, we'll have a problem. Remember, I'm doing this for you girls." They both smiled back knowingly before retiring to the living room and turning on the TV. Joy put an arm around Judy and said, "Good try, kiddo, but they didn't buy one word. Face it. They see right through you, and now they've seen right up you. We all know you just want to get laid. Why is that so hard for you to admit?" Judy shrugged free of the knowing arm and said, "I don't care. So what if I do? I know I'm doing the right thing. I pay all the bills around here, so you'd better pass that along to the other moochers that I had better not see those smiles again. If I see them looking at me like they know, I'm holding you responsible." "I'll pass it along, but let me pass this along to you. You're going off the deep end. You're in-love. I can see that. Aside from the fact that he's your minor son, he's a cad, cut from the mold of everything you hate about guys. You are in for a major heartbreak if you don't wise-up fast." "Joy, I'll thank you to stay out of this. I think I know my own son and what kind of person he is. I'm getting this under control. I can handle this. I can change him. He needs to be molded and shaped. I have to become intimate with him in order to influence him. I want you to butt out and mind your own business." "I will. I just don't want you hurt. I can't believe you still feel you can change men. John is no different from any other hound. He'll fuck you, use you, brag to everyone while he's doing it, then dump you when the next jiggling bunny crosses his path. You'd better wake up and smell the coffee, girl. That's all I'll say on the matter, though. You're on your own." "Thank you. Now finish the dinner." Judy went off by herself where she could keep an eye on the driveway. Dinner was on hold for thirty minutes when Judy came storming down stairs to confront Joy as she sipped wine at the prepared table. "What is the matter with that boy? I thought he'd rush home after the way we parted company. He could not have misconstrued my message, could he?" "No, I think you made yourself quite obvious. If you ask me, he's out knocking off number twenty-five. He probably has renewed confidence. Perhaps all he wanted was to know that he could have you begging for a fuck." "You hold your voice down. The girls don't need to be hearing shit like that. And it is shit. Besides, he wouldn't do that to me. I'm number twenty-five, god damnit!" "Whatever you say, Judy." "Don't patronize me, Joy. I hate when you do that." Another hour passed with no sign of John. Judy had the girls calling all of his known hangouts and friends to no avail. Finally, Judy said, "Let's eat. I'm sure he'll be along soon." The dinner was a somber affair. They all knew Judy was frustrated, and she felt ridiculous sitting in a wooden chair, practically naked with her bare ass kissing timber. The girls seemed to be holding back snickers at the unusual dinner attire and more unusual situation, at least, Judy felt they were. Half way through the meal, Judy slammed her fork down and declared, "God damnit, I'm sick of this!" Unfortunately, she also squared her shoulders; tits popped out, east and west. Judy glared, saying, "If you girls want to laugh at me, go ahead. I dare you. And you, you slut. You sit there all smug and holier-than-thou..." Judy turned to the two stunned teenagers and said, "You think she's so cool, one of the girls, cool Aunt Joy. Let me tell you about your cool Aunt Joy. She's the biggest slut that ever lived. She not only screwed all three of her sons, she screwed every guy she ever met, including your father more times than I care to count. She even screwed dogs to entertain her boys and their friends. Yes, Brenda, your Aunt Joy had sex, anal, vaginal, and oral sex with dogs, any male dog would do. Your Aunt Joy is a bitch, a real bitch." Joy listened unaffected, continuing to eat her meal. Brenda appeared genuinely shocked at her mother for bringing this up at the dinner table. Bonnie found the revelation amusing, though she tried not to let it show. Judy was hoping for disgust, or for someone to get up and leave the table to throw up. Her girls were not even close to disgust. If anything, they looked upon Joy with new respect and awe because of the way she was taking the abuse in stride. Judy saw this and said to Joy, "Jesus Christ, have you corrupted these girls so much that they can accept that behavior, even admire it?" Joy said in defense, "Look, regardless of what you think, I have not made a move on these girls. Yes, we've had frank talks about sex and boys, and we got involved in a little show and tell. I just did what you never had the guts to do. I told them about the birds and the bees; and yes, I told them about dogs, too. I even showed them pictures." "Well that's great. Now I'm going to have my piece, and you'd better all listen up. John and I have a unique relationship. It's not sick and tawdry as Joy's was with her sons, so I'm sure you girls will be disappointed. There won't be any perverse acts to ogle at, or dogs to cheer on. You'll just see plain old ordinary lovers doing what lovers do. I'm sure you'll all be bored to tears. "You three can all get naked and climb into bed with each other. You can all take turns licking everything that smells bad. Lick each others cunts. Suck each other's pussies until your jaws ache. Have yourselves a lesbian love fest and invite all the horny mutts in the neighborhood with my blessing. John and I will try to ignore you. You leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone." Joy interrupted, "Judy, you're making a huge ass of yourself." "Fuck you, bitch! You slimy dog-fucking piece of crap. You incestuous whore. Stand up!" Joy stood with resignation. "Drop your pants, girdle, panties...fuck it, take off everything." Joy did so with casual aplomb. "Now stand on your chair." Joy climbed onto the chair and stood with her feet at the outside edges. "Now play with yourself while you admit you're a whore." Joy rolled her nipples while crudely finger-fucking herself in a squat, saying, "I'm a whore! I'm a whore! Can I finish my meal now, Mistress Judy." Judy stormed from the table, went upstairs, and slammed her door. Twenty minutes later, she came prancing down the stairs excitedly saying, "He's here! He's here! Everybody go to the living room and act natural. Damnit, Joy, why are you still naked?" "Those were my last orders." "Quick, slip your robe on, but if I so much as see a wisp of a cunt hair, I'll pull them all out with pliers." When they were all situated in the living room, Judy turned her back to them and said, "How do I look?" While slipping on the short robe, Joy said, "You look like a bitch in heat." Judy turned wearing a smug smile and said, "I hope so. I want him to fuck me. We're going to make love, but don't worry, we'll start in here to give you perverts the show you want. I'll make it nasty. I know you'll all like it better that way. I'll be in the kitchen. I'm sure he'll be looking for me. Just send him in." She sauntered off with a flip of her skirt to show her ass. When John entered he saw Joy sitting on the sofa with Brenda and Bonnie at her feet, lying prone on the floor facing the TV. Joy was silently motioning for him to go upstairs and not say a word. John got the message and bounded up the stairs. He was halted halfway up by Judy's astonished cry, "John, I'm in the kitchen." "Yeah, that's where I figured you'd be. I'm not hungry." "John, I was hoping we could talk." "I was just going to shower and relax a bit." "Can't that wait?" John looked to Joy and saw her nod toward the kitchen. He said, "Yeah, I guess so." He walked slowly into the kitchen and froze on seeing his sexy mother washing dishes with her legs fully exposed and never looking sexier. The invitation and purpose was obvious. He just stood and stared for the longest time as his mouth watered and his dick became rampant. He couldn't believe his eyes when his mother bent slowly forward and revealed her shaved pussy. When she reached through with one soapy hand and used her painted nails to tease the slick flesh, he felt weak in the knees. He watched a sudsy finger go inside, then draw through the glistening slit. He knew right away that things hadn't gone well. He was on his own, but tried to recall the principles. He came up and casually ran his hand up the back of her right leg, up under the skirt, and let it rest on the most luscious piece of bare ass he'd ever felt. He thought, "Oh, God! How the fuck does Joy expect me to resist this?" Judy stood straight and turned into his arms with a sultry smile. She smiled when his eyes lit up on seeing her top. On impulse, she squared her shoulders. Her smile broadened as she watched John's wide eyes dart east and west. She touched his nose with her slimy finger and cooed, "Did I surprise you?" "Yeah, you surprised me. I love your top. You even shaved your cunt." Joy pushed him to arm's length and looked stunned, even hurt, saying, "Don't be crude, John. I find that unbecoming." "It looked to me like you wanted to be crude." "I was being sensuous, not crude. I thought you'd know the difference. Well, I'll teach you the difference." Judy pulled him into a belly to belly embrace and draped her arms around his neck. She kissed the wet spot on his nose, then whispered sexily, "I had a talk with Joy and the girls. I told them about us. You needn't be bashful around them. I thought you'd like that. We can both express our feelings for each other openly, anywhere in this house. Are you happy?" "You mean I can fuck you in front of everyone." "John! Why must you put things like that? We can make love in front of them, if you wish, but I prefer making love in private. It'll be much better in private. I won't be inhibited in the bedroom. Would you like to go sit out there with them and love on each other. I'd like that." "Yeah, I guess. I am kinda hungry, though." "John, honestly, I wonder if you really care. Eat if you want. I'll be in my room." She brushed past, but he caught her by the hand, spinning her into his ass-cupping embrace. He smiled and said, "I was teasing you, being sensuous. I'd like to see you go out there in your uniform. I dare you." "You mean just wear the belt and heels?" "I think I'd like that top to be part of the uniform, only let me fix your tits." Judy passively watched as John pushed the rolls fully outside each breast, forcing the twin mounds high on her chest and close together, in obscene offering. Judy looked at her out-thrust hooters and laughingly said, "This looks obscene, but it'll be perfect. I'll take that dare. Would you like the honor of removing my skirt?" John unbuckled the two-inch wide patent leather belt, saying, "You're really going to go out there like this, huh?" He handed Judy the belt and worked on the skirt's fastener and zipper as Judy replied, "You dared me. I must." John dropped to his knees to drop the skirt. He dropped it fast, and planted a wet kiss to his mother's clit after she stepped free. He then stood back as she posed seductively, looking like the ultimate whore, saying, "Well, how do I look?" "You look like a whore." "JOHN! Oh, what am I getting upset about? Of course I look like a whore. I forgot how I was dressed, or not dressed. I've got to tell you, I feel more naked than absolute naked. I feel vulgar." "That's how I like my women, vulgar. Come on. Let's go show them how it's done." Judy smiled, but said, "Woman, John, not women," then walked hand in hand beside John into the living room. Joy relinquished the sofa, and they sat while all eyes turned on them in amused surprise. John immediately hung an arm around his mother's shoulder and dipped his hand to cup her naked right tit. He mauled that tit. Judy turned redder and whispered, "John, don't be so crude. Stroke, don't knead them like dough." John eased up a bit, but was soon back to honking her hooters. He ran a hand up her leg and grabbed her by the cunt. She tore his hand away and told him to settle down. She tried to give him a tender kiss, but he licked her lips like a dog. She wiped her mouth and settled for a snuggle in the crook of his arm. John pulled her steadily until she laid across his lap. Judy didn't like being pushed, and resisted. She soon found herself over his lap with her naked ass in the air. He pinned her in place with a firm left hand in the center of her back as she looked up at him and cried, "John, stop this. What do you think you're doing?" John ignored her protest and ran his hand over her luscious ass as the others moved closer too look at her ass. Judy began kicking and struggling hard, but not hard enough to break free, even as John's finger rudely skewered her defenseless asshole. She reached back with both hands to pry his hand off her back, but only succeeded in getting those hands trapped my John's one hand. The girls thought this was marvelous. Judy continued shouting protests, flailing her legs. She looked to Joy and shouted, "Do something." Then back at John shouting, "Damn you, John! Stop that this instant. John, I'm not playing around. Get your finger out of my ass, you son-of-a-bitch." Judy wasn't aware, but Joy had shucked off her robe. She sat at Judy's head, then turned in place to face Judy with her leg's straddling her shoulders. Judy looked up just in time to have her head grabbed by Joy's strong hands and shoved face first in Joy's wide open beaver, muffling any further protests." The kids were awed, and just stared with open mouths. Judy's struggles were real and real hard, but with two people securing her, real futile. Joy had her hands cupped over Judy's ears. She reclined against the arm of the sofa and said, "John, keep up the finger fucking of her ass. Bonnie, you help by using both hands to pull her cheeks wide apart. Brenda, purse your fingers and thumb and shove your whole hand up her cunt." Brenda cried, "I can't do that. It'll kill her." "Just do as I say, Brenda. I was doing that to your mother when she was your age, and my hand was as big as it is now. She can take your little hand easily. When you get inside, make a fist and fuck her, not hard, but not easy. Do it. I'll explain latter." Judy heard none of this, though she was sure Joy was directing the assault. She struggled, though the effort was wasted. She accounted for everyone's hands but Bonnie's, so the hand pushing into her pussy had to be her little angel's. Judy, grimaced into the cunt, then realized she had her mouth firmly against her sisters cunt. She couldn't help but lick, then probe with her tongue. Twenty-one years of dreaming about doing so had a powerfully numbing effect. Though strong sensations were flooding her mind from below, especially after Bonnie made a fist and began fucking motions; still, Judy focused mostly on the pussy in her face. She gradually stopped struggling. Topside, Joy said, "I want to show you kids something about your mother. Just watch and learn." Bonnie was straining to see her mother's face in Joy's crotch, and said, "Aren't you afraid she might bite you?" "No, sweetheart. The thought never crossed my mind." "Can she breathe?" "Yes, her nose is clear." "What's she doing?" "She's trying to lick my tonsils from the back side." "I wanna see her tongue in your pussy. Can I?" "Just wait. She's almost there. Watch her closely. See how she's going totally limp. John, release her hands." John looked puzzled, but relaxed his grip. Judy's hands came down slowly, then settled on Joy's inner thighs. Joy said, "Now, I'm going to let go. Don't say anything with her ears uncovered. Just do as you're doing. Watch what I do, and watch what she does. Okay, she's ready. I'm letting go." Joy relaxed her grip then eased her hands away. With her head free, Joy didn't raise up. She used her freedom of movement to move her mouth over yet unlicked portions of Joy's crotch. The kids watched in rapt fascination. Joy used her hands to widen the spread she offered her sister, then made the offering more obscene by pulling her knees up to her shoulders. This rolled her loins up and made the asshole easily accessible. Judy ran her tongue over everything, and probed deep in both holes while her kids watched in awe. Joy slowly lowed her feet to the sofa on either side of Judy's shoulders, then began humping her cunt in Judy's face, face fucking her as Judy had face fucked her earlier. After a minute of this, Joy eased her ass to the sofa and placed her hands back over Judy's ears. She moved Judy's head wherever she wanted it while saying, "Look at her legs, now. See how she's welcoming what you guys are doing to her. See how she's wiggling and squirming." Brenda said, "She sure seems to like it, now. Boy, this really feels weird, neat, but weird. I thought she'd be screaming her lungs out." Bonnie said, "Look, I'm in up to my forearm. God, this is so neat." John said, "I've never seen anything like this, Joy." "I learned this as a teenager, but I never had the guts to make her eat me. I could kick myself now. I did everything else but. She lost her cherry this way, and got gang banged this way a bunch of times. She even got pregnant twice in high school. Mom made her get abortions, that's why your mother won't ever get another. She never ratted on me, though." Bonnie said, "Wow, Joy, you are so cool." "Okay, pay attention. Your mother will fight almost anything sexual that is forced on her, but when she realizes that resistance is futile, she'll gradually surrender and relax. You saw that. Now, when she is totally relaxed, that's a turning point. She somehow clicks into another personality. I call it her slut mode. If you keep up the stimulation without hurting her, she gets hornier and hornier, sluttier and sluttier. She can't help it. She can't fight it. She can't resist. That knowledge may come in handy some day, so remember it. "Okay, here's the plan. I'm going to let go of her head and have myself a good cum. John, when you see me get my nut, you brush the girls away and start wailing the tar out of her ass. I mean, spank the shit out of her, hard and fast, one right after the other. She can take it, trust me. You'll have to do it hard to break this state she's in. Can you do that?" "Yeah, sure, if you say so." "Good. You girls might want to move down here at that time. I think you'll get a good show, because your Mom will want to eat my cum from my pussy hole in spite of the spanking. That should be fun to watch. Get right in close, because she won't even know you're there. All she'll be aware of is juicy pussy and a fire burning on her ass. Sooner or latter, though, she won't be able to take anymore, and she'll fight her way off. That would be a good time to get out of the way, because she'll come flying of John's lap. Don't stop her, John. Let her go." John said, "She's going to be pissed, Joy." "She'll be madder than a hornet. Don't worry. Her bark is worse than her bite. Let her vent, and she'll quickly calm down. You girls just sit there and don't act intimidated. I wouldn't smile at her, but don't shy away or look sorry or guilty. John, I'm counting on you to pour on the charm. I think she'll respond after she vents her steam. Don't stop being a jerk. Be a bigger jerk. Remember what we talked about. Nothing's changed. What we did should help, but I doubt we changed the way she feels about you. She'll blame this nasty interlude on me, not you." "Good. She should." "She always gets embarrassed by the way she acted, and that's understandable. She always gets over it, though, and ends up blaming herself. That's why I say, don't worry about her threats. They're hollow, and whatever she threatens you with, she'll undo. Okay, are we all set? Here we go." Joy released Judy's head and got in position for a face fuck. She planted her feet as wide as the sofa allowed and laid her knees out as well. When she lifted her ass, the kids could see their mother devouring their aunt's beaver like a mad woman. They all strained to see better while doing their respective jobs. Joy cried out, "Oh, yes, Judy, eat my cunt, you whore. Suck my pussy, bitch. You know you love it, you little cunt lapping slut. Move your head from side to side so your kids can see your tongue in my pussy. Show your kids how much you love eating your sister's nasty cunt." The kids watched in amazement as their mother eagerly followed Joy's lewd suggestion with enthusiasm. She first laid her cheek on Joy's left thigh so the girls could see her extended tongue licking feverishly up and down the wide slit and inside the hole. She laid her cheek on the other side to show John the same thing. She repeated this while Joy's cunt fucked her face, and while Joy heaped filthy insults that spurned her on. The kids watched the most erotic spectacle they'd ever seen, and it lasted ten minutes." Joy came explosively. John brushed the girls away, and they immediately took places at Joy's left hip, overlooking the scene where their mother's tongue lapped furiously in Joy's hole. Joy had stopped humping and pulled her cunt lips apart to further expose the hole as the first hard smack came down on Judy's ass. Judy jerked in response, but the surprising smack didn't slow her down. Slaps came one after the other, and they soon had Judy squirming and flailing her legs. Still, she licked at the pussy. Still more slaps fell, and Judy's ass turned bright red all over. She tried to protect her ass with her hands, but John always hit where they weren't until Judy finally broke contact with the pussy and shouted, "STOP HITTING ME, GOD DAMNIT! JOHN! John! God damn you. STOP!" In a wild flurry of flailing arms and legs, Judy came flying from John's lap to land at his feet. She sat up quickly with a face red as a fire engine. She glared at the girls who immediately sat on the floor. She stood and glared down on Joy, still sprawled obscenely, saying, "You fucking bitch! You get out of my house. I hate you. You slimy cunted whore." She turned to her daughters and yelled, "As for you two bitches, you're both grounded for the rest of the school year. No more phone. No more TV. No more allowance. How could you two humiliate me that way? Her, I understand. I know she put you up to it, but you both have minds of your own. You could have said, no. Well, you'll wish you had." She then turned to John and said in a softer, more hurt than angry tone, "And you, how could you do that to me? You hurt me, John. You humiliated me." She was about to ream him royally when John pouted and said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I can't help myself. I must be sick." As predicted, she melted. She knelt on the sofa and cupped his face, softly saying, "John, don't you ever do anything like that again. You must try to control those urges, at least in public, even here at home. That wasn't what I meant when I said you could do anything." "You're pissed at me, aren't you?" "No, sweetheart. I'm not pissed. Look, let's just start over." She snuggled back into his shoulder, saying, "You girls better just sit quietly. I told you if I couldn't ignore your presence, there'd be trouble. I'm going to give you a second chance to redeem yourselves. If you'll sit quietly, and just watch, you can forget what I said." Joy was still sprawled beside her; in fact, Judy had to squeeze by her to kneel before John. Joy's pussy was now against Judy's bare hip. Judy looked to Joy, then looked at her cunt, then back up to say, "Forget what I said about leaving, but I'm still upset with you. You've earned yourself a shaved head, but I'll forgive that too if you'll just sit quietly and not interfere. And cover yourself. You're being disgusting." Joy pulled her lips apart, drawing Judy's eyes to the spread as she said, "Are you sure you wouldn't care for more pussy cream before I cover it up." "Stop it, Joy. You've had your fun, now behave yourself." Joy sat up and reached for her robe. While putting it on, she said, "That was a great cum, sis. Thanks for eating my pussy." "Joy!" Judy turned away from Joy to John saying, "Forget her. I'll deal with her later. Now, where were we?" Her left hand drifted over the bulge in his jeans, and she lightly caressed his manhood. John unbuttoned his fly and pulled the fly open. Judy did not want to go this far, but considering where they'd already been, her curiosity got the best of her. Her hand went inside his BVDs and soon encountered a throbbing male hardness, a sticky male hardness. She brought her hand up to her nose and instantly made a face on getting a whiff of very ripe pussy. She pushed away to sit up and glare at him, saying, "You were out with another girl?" "Yeah. Why?" "I suppose you knocked off number twenty-five." "No, I was polishing two old notches. What's the bid deal? I can manage three, four, or five in one night." Judy slumped with disappointment, but let her hand return to the exciting cock. John whispered, "Are you mad at me?" "I'm disappointed. We're going to have to work on that, John. I'm not mad. How could I be mad at you, sweetheart. At least you came home to me." "Prove you're not mad. Kiss my dick. Lick it, too." Judy tried not to convey her surprise at his lewd suggestion. Her surprise was obvious, though they couldn't hear the reply. She leaned to his ear and whispered, "How could you ask me to do such a thing in front of them? If that really turns you on, I'll do it in the bedroom." John whispered, but not softly enough so that the others couldn't hear, "It would really turn me on if you licked my dick in front of them. They know I just fucked two girls. I want them to see you licking their pussy juice off my dick. That would really turn me on." "John, please don't ask that of me, and whisper quieter. They heard every word you said." "I really, really want you to do that, though." "All right, I'll kiss it, but I won't lick it until we get in the bedroom." John spoke in a voice that was loud and clear, "I want you to lick every inch of my cock and balls. I want you to clean my crotch with your tongue. You said we could do anything. Well, that's what I want to do." He punctuated this statement by rudely grabbing her by the cunt while shoving his two middle fingers inside. Judy had enough. She tore his hand away, struggled free, and led him up the stairs. Once out of sight and ear shot, in the upstairs hallway, she backed him to the wall and said, "Slow down! I am not a piece of meat. We won't be doing that again until you've had a few lessons." She then smiled warmly and said, "You really liked what happened down there, didn't you?" "I loved it. I love watching you suck cunt." "John, we're alone now. You can stop showing off. There's no one to show off to but me, and I already told you that I hate that kind of crude talk. Look, that wasn't the real me down there. Joy has that effect on me. She makes me do crazy things, things I have no control over. I hate when she does that, and she knows it. I'll straighten her out later, but you must remember not to ever treat me like that again." "But it was fun. I liked treating you that way." "I know. Look, we can play games when we're alone. You can spank me, if that's what you like. I know other games you might like to play, but they're just games. I'll tell you when I'm in the mood to play a game, then we'll mutually decide what game we'll play. I am not in a game-playing mood now. I'm in a loving mood, and I'm loving you. I bought you something." "Yeah, I heard you are having my MG fixed." "Not that, something sexy. It's on your bed." "Well, let's go check it out." On the bed was a pair of leopard skin pattern speedo briefs so thin they looked like they'd blow away with a puff of air. She knelt before him and held them open as though for him to step in, saying, "Take your pants off. Let's try them on. Wear them for me, and I'll clean you with my tongue afterward." John grabbed the briefs and tossed them to his dresser, saying, "I'll try them on later." Judy frowned and stood. John said, "You look a bit tired. Why don't you lie down on my bed." This brought a smile to her face. She reclined on her back in the center of the bed after kicking off her heels. She stretched her arms overhead and ran her fingers along the notches. John sat at her hip, facing her head, and trailed his fingers up the inside of her left leg while his other hand toyed with her compressed tits, now arching skyward. As he rubbed her tits, she said, "So, is number twenty-five reserved for anyone special?" "Yes." "Anyone I know?" His finger stroked through her moist slit as he said, "Oh, yes. You know her intimately." "Does she have any hair on her vagina?" John peered between her legs after he forced her legs wide. He examined every inch with a rude finger then said, "Nope, her cunt's as bald as a baby's ass." This time, she laughed, then raised her head to watch him toying with her clit. She said, "John, you're impossible. I'd much prefer you called it a vagina. There's times when street talk is appropriate, but not during foreplay. Actually, nasty talk turns me on when I'm nearing my climax, but never during foreplay." He slipped a finger inside and began a crude finger fucking motion saying, "Is that what this is called? I thought it was finger banging. Your cunt sure recovered fast. I thought Bonnie ruined you." Joy struggled up on one elbow and stopped the assault with a firm hand, saying, "John, stop being crude and grabby. I find this behavior very upsetting. Touch me gently, softly, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I respond to that. I turn off to being finger banged. Forget what happened down there. I don't want to be reminded. As for my vagina recovering [she smiled] I work on that with vaginal exercises. I think you'll find me nice and tight when I squeeze your penis while it's inside me. Touch me gently and you'll find out." "Other girls aren't this much trouble." Hurt and angry, she said, "If you want other girls, what are you doing with me?" "I want you, too, Mom. I want you to be number twenty-five." Judy sat up and took John by the shoulders, looking deep in his eyes. She said, "Let's start over. I think this mother son thing is getting in our way. You know, I think I'd like to call you Robert. Why don't you call me Ann." "I'd rather call you whore." Through a pained face, she said, "WHAT?" "Yeah, I always dreamed of having a whore for a mother. I fantasize a lot about you being a whore that's always out fucking guys. You're always horny and acting slutty, and you like when I call you a whore." Judy pushed John away, then got up off the bed, saying, "I was such a fool to think you were any different than any other man. I thought you cared about me as a woman, but to you, I'm just another slut for your headboard. Well, I have news for you, mister; I am not a whore, and you can start looking for another number twenty- five." At the door, she paused to say, "I'm not blaming you. I'm mad at myself. You were just being you; I was just being an old fool. I won't hold any of this against you. Let's just try to get along, okay?" "Sure, but I'll keep twenty-five open for a couple of weeks, just in case you change your mind." "Suit yourself, but I seriously doubt that." Judy went to the top of the stairs and called Joy to her bedroom. Joy entered and found Judy, face down in a pillow, sobbing, her cute little shaved pussy peeking out from between her legs. Joy sat on the bed at her hip and laid a hand comfortingly on the back of Judy's right thigh. She then began rubbing in circles. Judy turned her head on the pillow to look at Joy, saying, "Joy, I'm such a fool. You were so right. You were right about everything." "I know, I know. At least it didn't take you long to find out." Joy's massaging hand made bigger circles and were soon riding up on Judy's bare ass cheek. Judy ignored this intimate massage and said, "Yes, but not before I made a complete ass of myself in front of everyone. I know why you did what you did. You were trying to bring me to my senses, weren't you?" Joy's hand crossed over, brushing over wet pussy lips on their way to the left cheek and thigh, saying, "True, but I still had a ball doing it. You did make an ass of yourself, but thanks to me, the girls were prepared. You didn't shock them. They were quite amused. You look good eating pussy." Again, Joy's hand crossed over, only this time each finger made firm contact and got wet in the passing. Judy felt the cool trail drying on the far cheek as the fingers continued to wipe themselves dry on fresh skin. It felt good. She said, "Yeah, I'll bet they were amused. Actually, I want to thank you for doing what I never could. They needed that talk. I'm sure, if you covered dog sex, you covered everything." This time, Joy reached the crack of Judy's ass and turned her fingers down, then massaged between Judy's legs, saying, "Yeah, I covered the shit out of dog sex. They had a million questions. I was very thorough, so you needn't hide in shame. You're still the mom and the bread winner. They still respect you, and love you, even though you never fucked a dog." "They really admire you for that, don't they?" "Yes, they do." "I've been a good girl, and they think I'm sick." "They just think you're very hard-up and horny, that's all." Joy's massage was more a masturbation from the rear as her fingers slightly delved inside the hole and rubbed the clit on each pass. Judy signaled her acceptance of this obscene service by moving her legs apart. Joy signaled her understanding by sending her two middle fingers deep in the hole as Judy said, "Tell me about the dogs. I know I always shut you off, but now I'm curious. You said you showed the girls pictures. I didn't know you had pictures." "Five albums full in my room. Did you think that one you saw was the first?" "No, but I thought Jack would have any others." "He has albums too. That one he took and mailed was the worst one. It didn't even show the dog's dick in me. He needed something current. We hadn't taken any pictures in years. We had plenty." "What's it like, really, to live the way you did. Those first years with Jack must have been pure hell." "Those were the best years. I was on a sexual high for the first three years. Everything was new and exciting. After a while, that shit gets old. It never got boring, but it did get old." "You once told me he made you wear a dog collar everywhere." "Yes, for the first three years. Remember, it had the inscription, 'Bitch Whore' engraved on a brass plate. Wear something like that to the Piggly Wiggly and see if your cunt doesn't wake up." "I can't even imagine how you got away with that. Didn't you get arrested every time you left the house?" "Not once. I was cited a dozen times for public indecency, but never arrested. Those are like speeding tickets and they usually come with a fuck from the cop." "That's unreal. You wore it everywhere?" "Sometimes, I'd wear a turtle neck sweater or a scarf. It all depended on where I was going and what I was doing. I got used to it in time, and the last year, I hardly ever hid it. Why, are you thinking of getting one? I still have mine." Judy laughed. "That would be a trip, me wearing a dog collar." "Yeah, that's right, you have a job. They probably wouldn't like that around the office." "You don't know Gary Edwards. He'd love it. In his business, that would be a plus. He wheels and deals with some of the sickest, skuzziest perverts around; besides, we don't deal with the general public. The office I work in is private. No, if I ever showed up wearing a dog collar that said 'Bitch Whore' on it, I'd be screwed royally. It would be open season on pretty Judy McDuff. My lesbian front wouldn't stop him if he saw me wearing that." "It's a front? You sure fooled us." Judy laughed and said, "I got carried away, didn't I?" "Just a little bit, but I didn't mind." "I recall." A pregnant pause followed, then Judy said, "He wants to treat me like a whore, Joy. John does. He wants to call me a whore. He expects me to smile when he calls me a whore." "Look at the surprise on my face." "I can't believe what I made you do to your beautiful hair. God, I am so sorry." "Hair grows back." "Joy, when you're finished playing with my pussy, and I do want you to finish, I want you to go get that credit card from my purse along with any cash you find. There should be over a hundred. Don't ever give that card back to me. As long as you're here, and you can stay as long as you want, I'll clear that five-hundred dollar line of credit each month. I won't ever threaten you with having to leave. I don't care what you do. You have my word." "Judy, I love you. You just lifted the world from my shoulders." "You deserve a better sister than me. I'm scum. I'm a slut. You are too, but you have the courage to live your life with your head held high. I'm a chicken-shit slut with my head in the sand." "You can always pull your head from the sand. John will still be after you. You still need to protect the girls; although, to tell you the truth, they don't want protecting. They are both wannabe sluts." "Yeah, I got that impression while I was fondling John's cock. They were eager to see me pull it free of his shorts. I suppose I need to put those girls on the pill. I don't expect you to protect them. If I came home and found you holding Bonnie's legs apart for John, I would not be at all surprised or upset." "That's good to know. And if John's fucking me?" "I'll hold your legs apart. Have at him. You two were made for each other." "And what about you?" "I guess I'll take one day at a time and try to put Humpty Dumpty back together again. I can't go back to being plain old Mom, I know that. I'm putting this slut on the pill first thing tomorrow. After holding that boy's cock, I know I'm in trouble if he catches me in the right mood and approaches me the right way. Knowing you, he'll get good coaching." "Well, I'm happy to see you have the proper attitude. I would like to see your notch on his headboard. It might interest you to know who number one was. Remember we guessed that it was an adult, that whoever started him off taught him the ropes of seduction. We were right, but you'll shit when you hear who it was." "If I'm going to shit, get your thumb out of my ass." "It was Mom, Judy. He screwed our mother, and he's still screwing her about once a week." Judy twisted half around, total shock registering on her aroused face as she cried, "I don't believe it! That can't be true." "It is. I confronted her about it right after he told me. She broke down and fessed up. You can call her if you want. I'm not lying. That's where he was tonight. Dad's at a gun show. He took his little bimbette there and they had a threesome. Mom put him up to asking you to lick his dick clean. She told me to look for that to happen, then call her back if it did." Judy's head fell to the pillow. She got up on her knees to present Joy a provocative target for her masturbatory massage, saying, "The bastard tried to make her happy. You know damn well he dipped his dick in Mom's twat last." "He's a pip, ain't he?" "Oh, he's a pip all right. He's a pip like his dad. Mom has some nerve. You know those notches started over two years ago, and she gave him that headboard. I thought that was a strange gift to give a thirteen-year-old boy for Christmas, but there it was. Now I remember when I first told her he was carving notches in it. She said, 'It's his headboard, he can carve on it if he wants.' That sly bitch gave my son a trophy headboard and taught him how to put the notches on it." "She is a stinker." "Jesus Christ. Oh, Joy, that feels so good! Keep doing that and I'll drench your fingers." Joy pulled her hand away and gave Judy a playful parting slap on the ass, saying, "Sorry, kid, but I want to leave you horny and frustrated." Judy collapsed, then rolled to her back, pleading, "Why, because I ruined your hair?" "No, I just want to. I'd like you to talk to John, and I want you horny when you do." "Again, why?" "He'll try to fuck you, and I don't think you're in any condition to resist." "You're right, but I can't risk it. I'm ovulating, Joy. That's why I'm acting so weird and so horny." "That wasn't going to stop you a while ago." "This is super dumb, but I was in-love. I didn't care. I was going to let John decide. If he wanted to get me pregnant, I was willing. I'm not willing now. No way do I want that shithead's rug rat. He'd take me down to the pool hall, barefoot in my ninth month, and show me off to his buddies. I can see him patting my big belly saying, "Yeah, I knocked up the bitch. I'm all man." "Yeah, I picture that too. That's why I want you to take the risk." "I'll talk to him, if that will please you. I owe you that much, but don't get your hopes up about me letting him screw me. I can't let that happen, and there's no way I'd trust him to pull out. Not now, anyway." "I understand, but I think this will be an even match. I think it's a fifty fifty shot, but I'm going to go talk with John first to give him a few pointers. I think that will make it a seventy- five/twenty-five chance that he'll at least get to fuck you. Give me five minutes with him, then you have to spend one hour with him, here, in your bedroom, dressed just as you are. Oh, and me and the girls get to sit in chairs and watch quietly. Do we have a deal?" "I don't want to get pregnant, Joy." "Then don't let him stick his dick in your pussy." "If you talk to him the odds will be 100% in his favor." "You owe me, Judy. I didn't want to fall back on the haircut, but look at me. It'll take me at least nine months to look decent again. We'll be in the same boat if you fuck up. The odds will still be fifty/fifty, though." "How do you figure?" "Look, if you get him to agree to pull out because you are ovulating, I'd say the odds are even Steven. He might; he might not. I honestly think he'll honor your request, or want to. I think a lot depends on you at the time of ejaculation. If you remind him, he'll probably pull out. If you get caught up in the throes of passion and forget, you're fucked. Again, I think those odds are fifty/fifty, too. Anyway you look at it, you have a fifty/fifty chance of ending up pregnant if you meet with him for one hour." "I don't know, Joy." "Let's sweeten the pot. We both know he's going to fuck you. If he cums in you, you become his whore for one year. That means you fuck when he wants, how he wants, and who he wants. You can deny him nothing. If he wants to see you sucking pussy, you suck pussy. That means if he wants you pregnant, and tonight fails, he can keep on trying. If he wants you putting on doggie fuck and suck shows, you will. Conversely, if he fucks you but no sperm winds up in your pussy, I'll be his whore for a year, and I'll let him knock me up. To further sweeten the deal, if he doesn't fuck you, I'll be your sex slave for as long as you want me." "All right, Joy. You've just given me the incentive to win. He's not fucking me. I want you, Joy. I would love to have you as a sex slave. I don't have to let him touch me, and he can't know anything except that if he fucks me, he gets a whore. That's got to be part of the deal." "All right, he must ask permission to do anything sexual, including touching." "Go get the girls. Go talk to him, then send him in." "That's the spirit. This will be fun. You'll see." "Oh yeah, loads of fun. Possibly nine fucking months worth of fun for somebody." * * * John was on his bed slowly jacking off when Joy walked in. She gave his cock a few pumps, then said, "Kid, you are about to enter the contest of your stud career that will test your true abilities, and you'll be on your own. Your mother and I agreed on a contest. She has to spend one hour with you on her bed, wearing what she had on when you last saw her. You can't do anything sexual to her without first obtaining permission, but your goal is to fuck her. If you fuck her, you'll get a whore for a year that will do anything you want, anything. Your whore can refuse you nothing." "Mom went along with this? If I fuck her, she'll be my whore?" "I didn't say that. I said if you fuck her, you'll wind up with a whore. It'll be her or me depending on a side bet we have that you can't be privy to. Well, are you up to the challenge?" John sat up, excitement written all over his face. "Fuck, yes! I know I can fuck her in ten minutes. In an hour, I can fuck her three times. I can fuck her in the mouth, ass, and pussy in that time." "You just see that you fuck her pussy, and don't be over confident. She has a lot riding on this. She can control what she thinks, and you can't touch her. Don't go in there all cocky, swaggering, and confident. If you never made love before, you'd better learn how fast. If you don't know foreplay, you're not dipping your dick in anything moist." "I know what she must have told you, but I'm an expert at foreplay. I can make any woman cum without touching her. She's fucked, Joy. I guarantee it." Joy stood smiling and said, "You're on stage in one minute, stud. By the way, your sisters and I will be watching and rooting for you, but don't think about us being there. You concentrate on Mommy. Good luck." "Wait! What the fuck happened to your hair?" "Your mother made me take shears to it so you'd look at her and not me. Cool, huh?" "Yeah, real cool." Judy had a few minutes alone with her daughters. They had brought chairs with them and set the chairs at the foot of the bed. Judy explained the wager, even the side bet. She warned them not to say a word, and told them there was no chance they'd be seeing a sex show, so they needn't look so eager. Joy returned earlier than expected and took her seat between Brenda and Bonnie as Judy moved to the center of the bed, straightened her top, pressed her knees together, and reclined on two pillows, saying, "You didn't tell him about our side bet, did you?" "No, all he knows is that he gets a whore for a year if he gets his dick in your pussy. He knows it will be you or me, but he doesn't know how that's to be determined. And don't you tell him, either." "I won't, but it doesn't matter. He's not getting that far. Go ahead and smile, but I have never been more determined, and I don't have an aroused cell in my body. The sooner this is over with the better. After that, they'll be leaving, but you'll be staying a long time. You can start practicing tongue exercises." When the door opened, Judy looked, then immediately dropped her head to the pillow. She looked at a point on the ceiling and began reciting the Lord's prayer: "Our father, who art in heaven, hollowed be thy name..." John entered wearing only the leopard skin briefs. He smiled to Joy and the girls, then advanced to the bed. He crawled up and laid alongside his mother without touching any part of her with any part of him. He laid his head on the pillow with his mouth by her ear. She continued her prayer, focused in space, her arms held stiffly at her sides with her legs held tightly together. He talked softly over her words, saying, "Mom, I'm sorry for the way I acted. I was a jerk, but I had to do that. [Judy kept reciting the Lord's prayer, but in a lower voice where she could hear what he was saying.] I knew I had screwed up earlier this morning. I went after you the I would any other girl. I never would have had the courage to try, but I spied on you and Joy when you went into the kitchen. I heard you talking about my cock, and talking horny." Judy was on her third Lord's prayer, but missing words unless it goes: "Our kingdom done, our will be come." John talked on, saying, "I saw you feeling up Joy, and I saw you differently. I thought I had a chance to realize a dream I'd had for years and years. Mom, I've wanted you as far back as I can remember. Even as a little kid, I'd get hardons thinking about you naked. Just looking at your sexy legs got my little dick hard. I thought I had a chance, so I went for it the only way I knew how, by making the chick fall in love with me. I'm good at that. It never fails. I wasn't thinking about how that might hurt you. I was only thinking of myself. I wanted it that badly. I didn't care how that might affect you." And Judy said, "Forgive us this day our daily bread and give us our trespasses..." "When I got home, Joy told me how upset you were, how crazy you were acting. She told me what a dumb thing that was to do, and I felt really bad." Judy stopped praying to say, "So you ran right out and fucked somebody." "No, I went and got laid twice, hoping by doing so I'd be able to control myself when I saw you again. I knew I had to undo the damage I'd done, but I was afraid that if you even looked at me with those sexy eyes, I'd melt. I didn't dare come home horny. That's why it took so long. I couldn't get you out of my mind." "Four score and seven years ago, our fathers which art in heaven.." "I knew I had to treat you rotten if you had that lovie look in your eyes. I hated to do it, Mom. I really did, but I knew I had to make you stop loving me that way even if it cost me the one thing I wanted more than anything in the world--you on my headboard. I really am a jerk, Mom, but I'm not that bad a jerk. The truth is, I love you and respect you. I adore you, but I still want to fuck you and add you to my list of conquests. I still do." Judy stopped talking and got up to face John on one elbow. She looked him in the eyes and said, "John, you look right in my eyes and tell me what you just said is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." John looked hard in her eyes and said, "I swear on my love for you, not romantic love, but the love a son has for his mother, every word I said is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God." Judy got up on her knees, and John got up to receive her hug. Judy embraced him tightly while saying, "Oh, John, I just knew you couldn't be like that." She broke the embrace to cup his face in her hands, saying, "Everything you said makes sense, now. You're good, John, you are so good. I fell head over heels in love with you. I haven't felt like that in years, but don't worry, I'm wide awake now. I see what happened. I was starving for intimate affection. I was ripe for the plucking, and I admire you for not taking advantage of me in that condition." She turned to Joy and said, "And dear sister, I love you more than ever for what you said to him. I would have thought you'd tell him to go for the kill. Joy, that was really sweet." "Sweet, schmeet, fuck the kid. You owe him." Judy smiled, then returned her gaze to John, saying, "I know why you're here, but I can't let you fuck me. I can't explain now, but after this hour is up, after I get on the pill anyway, I'm going to give you the best fuck you ever had. And, I want it raunchy dirty, too. I'm ovulating, John. That's part of the problem. I can't take any chances. You're a scoundrel, and I know that. I'll make it up to you, though. When you call me a whore, I'll smile big, even in front of your friends." "You know I have to try, don't you?" "I know, but I'm telling you straight out, you may not put your magnificent cock in my very wet and horny pussy. There is one thing we can do that I'm sure you'll like. Remember what I said I'd do if you'd wear these briefs? I'm still willing, and they came for a show. I'd hate to disappoint them." "Mom, there's something I have to tell you about that." Judy smiled and said, "I know. Joy told me. I don't care. Maybe the girls don't know. Why don't you tell them." John turned to his sisters and said, "I've been fucking Grandma for several years. She was my first, in fact. I fucked her right before I came home. Grandma wanted me to get Mom to clean my dick and balls with her tongue." Bonnie said, "Yeah, we know. Joy told us. Let her do it, John. We want to see Mom lick Grandma's pussy juice off your cock. She loves pussy juice." Judy said, "Hear that, John? We have the audience in the palm of our hands. Why don't you lie across the foot of the bed where they can all get a good look at this. Let's give them a good performance. Let me know if you feel like cumming. I want to jack you off in my face." John got in position on his back, his stiff dick stretched the fabric to its limits. The waist band was stretched two inches clear of his washboard stomach, and a dark spot stained the material that went over the crown of his dick. Judy knelt facing the girls and began untying the top, saying, "I think I should be naked for this." Judy stripped her blouse off in a sexy tease, then rolled her nipples and molded her breasts. She then stood on the bed and undulated her loins while teasingly removing the belt. She ran a finger into her moist slit, then entered her hole for a sensual finger fuck. She withdrew the finger and sucked it, bringing smiles to everyone. She stood naked with her legs apart. She framed her sex and did a bump and grind. She then dropped to her knees and kissed the wet spot over the head of John's dick. She took the waist band in her teeth and tugged it over the top and down past his balls. John's arching cock shot up, pulsing with his heartbeat. Judy used her hands to work the briefs down his legs and off with a twirl. Joy said, "Wait, Judy. Let me get Mom on the phone. I know she'd like a blow-by-blow." Judy said, "I'm sure she would. Go ahead, but I don't want to talk to her." Joy got up and used the remote phone to make the call. She returned to her seat as Emily answered. "Mom, this is Joy. You'll never guess what I'm looking at....Okay, you guessed....yes, they're right in front of Brenda, Bonnie, and me, stark naked on Judy's bed. John's lying on his back across the foot of the bed, and Judy is kneeling at his hip ready to lick his slimy dick....No, it wasn't her idea. I thought of calling you, but Judy liked the idea....Yes, she knows....It was my pleasure....No, she's waiting for my go-ahead. I'm waiting for yours...." Joy looked to Judy and said, "Start licking your mother's pussy juice off your son's cock. Her words, not mine." Joy returned to the phone, saying, "Yes, Mother, she's licking up and down the shaft....Yes, we're all leaning forward with our elbows on the edge of the mattress. We want to see that she's licking it good, and she is....She's making a face, but a pleasant face. She has this look that says she'd love to lick the cunt that could produce such a wonderful flavor....I'll pass that on. Hold on.... "Mom said she'll spread her legs wide for your tongue any time." Judy stopped to say, "Tell her I'll take her up on that offer." "Did you hear that, Mom?...I agree, she'll make an excellent cunt lapper. The taste certainly agrees with her. She just noticed all the wet areas around the base of his cock, and she's now licking the wet part of his nut sack....She's in heaven, Mom. She's changing positions. John wants her pussy over his face. There, she's straddling his head and sucking his cock....Yes, he's starting with thigh nibbles....Bonnie's got her head in the way...there, that's better. He's nibbling all around it, just like you taught him....Yes, he's driving her mad. She can't keep it still....Okay, hold on." "Mom wants to know if you'll bring John by sometime and lick them while they fuck." Joy spoke to the phone, saying, "She has a mouthful of cock right now, Mother, but she nodded eagerly....Yes, she is a horny little bitch. She has Brenda playing with her tits, and Bonnie's at the other end fingering her pussy. Correction, now she's fingering her asshole....I'll check....Yes, he's eating her pussy, but he had no choice. She's fucking his face. Judy suddenly spun around and laid over John, taking his head in her hands. Joy held the phone beside their mouths. With a face filled with uncontrolled lust, Judy said, "I want your cock in me, John. If you swear you'll pull out before you cum, we'll try fucking. Look me in the eyes. Promise me." "I promise. I swear to you; I'll pull out in time. Please let me fuck you." "John, listen closely. I want this as much as you do, but you can't cum in my pussy. I'll hate you if you break your promise." "I wouldn't do that to you, Mom. I swear I wouldn't. I know that would get you pregnant. I know you'd have to have the baby. I'm not that perverted." "John, I'm going to trust you, but if you let me down, you can kiss that MG goodbye. I mean that. I'm going to be on top. I want you to have your hands under you. I'll know when you're about to cum if you're anything like your father. If I feel those signs, and you haven't said anything, I'll get off and never get on again. Do you understand?" "Mom, I gave my word. I can control my orgasm if you go slow. If you start going fast, I'll even warn you to slow down. I'll know long before I cum, especially since I've had three nuts in the past two hours. I don't cum easy the forth time." Judy smiled and said, "I'll make it good. When you're ready, let me know. I want to suck the cum out of your mother fucking nuts and swallow every drop." "I like that better than a twat shot anyway." "I thought you might. Okay, lie lengthwise on the bed with your knees over the foot of the bed. I want to mount you backwards so I can face everyone. I want them to get a good look at your big cock going up my pussy." The girls took their seats as John and Judy got in position. She had to squat to get her pussy high enough for entry. Both girls were leaning forward with their hands folded on John's thighs and their chins on their hands, looking at the cock poised to enter their mother's pussy just inches away. Joy was sitting back smugly giving Emily the blow-by-blow as Judy slowly sank on the stiff shaft. When she sat with John's pubic hairs matted beneath her cunt lips, Joy held the phone to Judy's lips to capture the swoon. Judy sat impaled and said, "Oh, fuck, this feels so damn good. Thank you, Mother. Thank you for making this possible." Judy checked to insure John still had his hands under his ass before slowly settling to her knees and beginning a steady ride up and down the shaft to go along with a rocking motion that continually changed the angle. She fucked herself on the bottom half of his cock, enjoying the raptured looks the girls had on their faces. Brenda was on her left; Bonnie was on the right. Judy leaned back on straight arms affording them an even better look at their joined genitals as she moved her pussy up and down the shaft. Judy addressed Brenda, saying, "Do you like watching your brother's big cock fucking your mother's bald pussy, sweetheart?" Brenda looked up, smiled, and said, "Yeah, I really do. You like it, don't you?" "I love it. I'll bet this is making your pussy wet, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Let me see your wet pussy, Brenda. Show Mommy." Brenda blushed, looked to Joy for the nod, then sat back in her seat and hiked her skirt. She had no panties on. She bashfully parted her legs to reveal the pink, wet slit. Judy smiled and said, "That's a pretty pussy, Brenda. Did you shave it?" This inspired Brenda to finger her slit teasingly as she said, "No, Joy did." "That figures." Judy turned to Bonnie and said, "Are you getting off on this too?" "Yeah, wanna see my wet pussy?" "Of course I do." Bonnie eagerly sat back and brought her legs up making a wide 'V'. She pulled her tight lips apart to show her wet pussy hole, saying, "She shaved mine, too. Do you like my pussy, Mom? Would you like to lick it and suck it?" "I love your pussy, sweetheart. I'd love to eat you all up. I'll bet you want this cock, too, don't you?" "Yeah, can I try it next." "We'll see. When the time comes, I'll hold your legs apart. First, you and Brenda are getting on the pill." Judy addressed herself to Joy, saying, "As for you, I have big plans for your ass. Wipe that smug grin off your face. You haven't won shit. John will honor his word. He's no dummy. He knows where his bread is buttered. He knows if he keeps his word, he'll have his whore and he'll have his mommy anytime he wants her. I'll tell you something else, smartass. He'll be nice to his mommy. He'll give her what she wants. Mommy wants a pussy slave, not a sex slave, a pussy slave. Guess who?" Joy smiled and said, "You talk big for a slut with a virile cock up her fertile twat. You know what happens every time you get over confident. I'd think you would know better by now." "No, Joy. You went and out-smarted yourself this time. I'm going to get everything I want, and you're fucked. I'm not the gullible and trusting kid you molested and took advantage of twenty years ago. My eyes are wide open, now. You think I'm going to get carried away and beg him to cum in my pussy. I won't. I can fuck like this all day long and not loose it. If John wants to cum before his hour is up, he'd better tell me. You lose, Buckwheat." "I never lose, and you never learn." "We're going to change that starting today. You're going to be fucking and sucking dogs to amuse me and the kids. We're going to watch your belly grow, and when you're not getting screwed, your face will be wedded to my cunt. Babs taught me how to appreciate the joy of pussy, giving and receiving, but I prefer receiving. I'm going to fuck your face all over this house, my little pussy slave." "Promises, promises." "Go ahead, make fun. We'll see who laughs last. If you think the family liked that poorly made shot of you screwing Mickey and the dog, wait till they see the album I'm going to make. I'll get you over John with his dick in your ass, and have the dog mount you while you face him the way I am now. I'll put his paws on your tits and take the shot up your leg so I get a good picture of the dog's cock in your pussy with your face in the frame. I'll take pictures of you sucking dog cocks while they cum in your mouth. That dog collar goes back on, too, bitch. Bitch whore. Oh, I have big plans for you. Laugh all you want." "Brenda, you wouldn't know where to begin when it comes to humiliating a woman. I'll teach you. I'll show you how to be a good bitch whore. I'll show you what a pussy slave is. I see you're not so confident that you'll let him get his hands free. I see you keep checking. You wouldn't be talking shit if your positions were reversed, would you?" "All right, Joy. I'll show you. I trust him implicitly." Judy dismounted and laid on her back beside John. She said, "John, get over me and fuck me hard and fast. Pull out when you're ready, then get your cock up to my mouth." John smiled and knelt between her widespread legs as the girls scampered up on either side of their mother. John took his mother by the hip bones in a firm grip, then drove his cock home. He slammed into her repeatedly, and Judy got a concerned look when she felt the first swelling of the head and he hadn't said anything. The fucking was driving her mad, but her anxiety rose with it. Another strong sign went by and John was still hammering away. She grasped his wrists and said, "John, you'd better pull out now." "I don't think so, Mom." Judy's face lit-up with alarm as she struggled to pull herself up, crying, "John stop! John, stop right now! Do you hear me? I said STOP!" John stopped, but held her tightly in his grasp, keeping her locked on his cock. Her prying hands were useless against his iron grip. She looked daggers at him as he said, "Sorry, Mom, but you gave away your private side bet. I know what the deal is now. If I don't cum in you, I get Joy. If I do, I get you. I want you to be my whore. That way, I get two whores for the price of one. Joy already is a whore. She'll be my whore regardless, but you're the whore I must have. I'm sorry, but you should have known better than to trust a stiff dick. Didn't your mother teach you anything?" "John, no, listen to me. You don't understand what you're doing. You can't do this to me. Think of the car, John." "Mom, I can earn enough in one year of selling your pussy to buy a new Jag. As a whore, you're worth your weight in gold." "Oh, John, please don't do this to me. I'm your mother. You promised. For God's sake, you can't let Joy win. She'll ruin me if she gets a chance. I believed in you. I trusted you." "I lied. I'll tell you what I'll do, though. Let me run this situation by my mentor. I'll do what she says. I'll need to use my hands, so if you'll lock your ankles around my waist, I'll see what she says. If I feel you loosen your grip, I'll catch you in time and cum in you so fast it will make your eyes water." Judy hooked her ankles behind his back and said, "All right, John. Ask her." "Pull your cunt up tight, and keep my cock in tight." "All right. Is this better?" "Yes, but keep me good and hard by grinding your cunt on my cock, and play with your pussy while you do." Judy reluctantly followed his instructions as Brenda and Bonnie each placed fingers on the nearest labia lip and pulled to expose the point of entry and the clit. Judy had to use one hand to support her lower back as the other rubbed her clit. She managed to hump and grind on the last inch of his cock in this way, but felt like she was being forced to dig her own grave. John let go as she said, "I'm afraid I might make you cum if I keep this up." "You might. I'm very close, but you keep it up. Relax, and I'll give you a sperm douche. Joy, hand me the phone." Judy's mind was in turmoil. Forced to fuck with the finest cock she'd ever had deep in her neglected pussy; and forced to masturbate at the same time while her daughters assisted and stared from close up at her pussy working over their brother's cock; being forced to dig her own grave under these bizarre conditions could not help but turn her on. As much as she hated to admit it, she found herself excited by the situation beyond her wildest dreams. When it occurred to her that her mother would most likely stop the madness, a strong feeling of disappointment swept over her adding to her mental conflict. She listened for clues as John took the phone and said, "Hello, Grandma....yes, it's me. I've got this fertile bitch humping my cock. She doesn't want me to get her pregnant. The trouble is, the bitch is my mother, your daughter. Tell me what to do." John placed the phone to Judy's ear to receive the reply. Judy heard, "Cum in her pussy, John. Fuck her good. Pump that sperm in her womb, sweetheart. Knock the bitch up. Make your mother pregnant for me, sweetheart." The first sentence made Judy screw herself harder on the cock while rubbing her clit furiously. Each additional statement sent her closer to orgasm. When her mother made the last statement, she was just about to go over the edge. John drew back the phone without having heard a word. No one heard what Emily said but Judy. He saw by the expression on his mother's face that she didn't take the news well. She still hadn't slowed down, though. She was sending mixed signals, and the signals were mixed in her own head. John said, "Well, what's the verdict, Mom? Do I get you pregnant, or what?" "You knew very well what she'd say." "I haven't a clue. I'm not even going to ask her. I'm going to trust you to tell me the truth." "She told you to cum in my pussy. John, I'm begging you not to." Both parts of her confused brain got their two cents in with this reply. John was amused that she would tell the truth. It was clear to everyone that he enjoyed the game, and John especially enjoyed not having to use his hands or do any of the work that was leading to his mother's downfall. He liked watching her dig her own grave, and was especially pleased by the way she shoveled. He paused to watch her grind her cunt on his cock while fingering her clit, then said, "I'll be fair. I'll put it to a vote. If anyone says don't cum in her pussy, I won't cum in your pussy. Joy?" "Cum in her pussy, John." He turned to Bonnie. Judy turned to Bonnie though she knew what her answer would be. For appearances sake, she earnestly pleaded, "Bonnie, please say no, please!" Bonnie smiled her devilish smile and Judy's heart sank at the same time that it began beating more rapidly. Bonnie said, "Make her pregnant, John. Cum in Mom's pussy. You need a Jag." As mood swings do, Judy suddenly came to her senses with the impending reality of one final thumbs down vote. She stopped fucking herself on John's cock and removed her hands. Judy quicky turned to Brenda, her only real hope anyway. She cupped Brenda's face and pleaded, "Oh, Brenda, my sweetheart. You're my only hope. Please, baby, please don't fail me! Don't turn Mommy into a whore, a pregnant whore. Oh my god, a bitch whore. Brenda! Joy will make me fuck dogs and wear a disgusting dog collar with the words 'Bitch Whore' on it. She'd make me wear it everywhere, outside, to work, to your school functions, here in the neighborhood. She'll make me a true bitch whore and she'll make damn sure everyone knows. Don't let that happen to me. Honey, you can't allow Joy to win." No one knew what Brenda was going to say, not Joy, not John, not Judy, but Judy had hope. Brenda was closest to her. Brenda was always the level-headed one and the least likely to give her any trouble. She was a good girl, showed respect, and minded her mother. Judy counted on Brenda's basic goodness to come through despite the excitement of the previous hour of debauchery she'd been an eager party to. Brenda felt the tension and made things worse for her mother by not giving her answer right away. As Judy started to offer further pleas, Brenda placed a finger on her mother's lips to shush her. This silenced Judy as she looked down at the ominous finger with wide eyes. That finger pressed hard as it moved off the lips and onto the chin, making her bottom lip flip back as it left." Judy heard Joy exclaim excitedly into the phone, "Oh, mother, this is beautiful. Brenda won't give her answer. She silenced her mother with a finger to the lips, and now she's trailing that finger down Judy's neck. Judy is sweating bullets, but she knows she'd better not say anything else or she'll get an answer she doesn't want to hear....Yes, Brenda is being so cool. You'd be so proud of her. She isn't swayed one iota by her mother's predicament. She has her own mind, and Brenda will do what Brenda wants to do." The finger moved down Judy's neck and began trailing idly over her chest, over tit flesh, around nipples, slowly, teasingly, with everyone's eyes following her finger. Judy was afraid to speak. She watched with the others, lying stone still with a big cock up her twat. This went on for maddening minutes. The finger went up her torso and down. Everyone had the feeling that moving up toward the face was a sign that she'd say 'Don't,' but moving toward the pussy was a do-cum-in-her-pussy gesture. Judy had that feeling stronger than anyone else. Joy pegged the purpose by verbalizing her opinion as she narrated the event to Emily. When Joy spoke aloud what they were all thinking, Brenda's finger took an immediate turn down. The finger turned up, but as a tease, because when it turned down, it always went lower than before. Judy found this tease maddening, but she dared not speak for fear of influencing the finger in a negative direction. She grew more anxious as the finger drifted lower and lower until it finally never went above the navel. As a further sign that Brenda had no intention of going up past the navel, she adjusted her position by lying alongside her mother in reverse, getting comfortable, raised on one elbow, overlooking the crotch. Judy knew the answer as Brenda agonizingly trailed that finger up one thigh and down the other, gradually zeroing in on her pussy. Oddly, the realization that Brenda was turning thumbs down on her swept away a great deal of anxiety. Once again, Judy's mind focused on the delicious feel of her cock-stuffed cunt and the bizarre situation she found herself in. She was able to relax and watch with the others as Brenda continued to toy with her future so nonchalantly, as though deciding between vanilla or chocolate. Judy found herself enjoying the moment as everyone else seemed to be. She listened to one side of the on- going conversation that Joy was having with their mother. Joy made it easy to hear both sides, because she repeated practically everything Emily said. The overheard conversation not only influenced the course of Brenda's finger, and Judy's ultimate fate, but Judy's attitude about that fate. Brenda liked to please people and win acceptance, and Joy was feeding that desire. Brenda quickly learned she could win the most favor from the most people by continuing the slow torture of her mother, and by ultimately saying, "Cum in her pussy." While Brenda teased the area around her mother's pussy, Judy listened as Joy said, "How is Judy taking it? She seems resigned to her fate. She doesn't appear stressed out. She's just watching the finger knowing full well it won't come back up and save her....No, she hasn't said a word to try and influence Brenda. She knows better....Yes, Brenda is still moving closer to Judy's cunt. She hasn't made an upward move in quite a while. Her target seems to be the clit. Perhaps Judy will hear her fate when Brenda touches her clit. Bonnie is pulling Judy's cunt lips apart to make the clit a better target." The clit was not the target. Brenda played with it, even giving it a few finger flicks. She pinched the clit, tugged on it, then rubbed the aroused nub, all in silence. Judy knew it was pointless to beg. Her fate was sealed. Slowly, while looking at John, she relaxed her grip and eased her feet to the mattress like a gunslinger forced to drop his gun belt. John was ready to grab hips, but he seemed to understand that she'd surrendered. They saw her go totally limp with her ass sinking to the mattress and her knees falling out, with the head of John's cock lodged just inside the hole. The girls worked together to masturbate the idle fuckers, and they soon had Judy's pelvis undulating on the head of John's dick. A minute later, she'd planted her feet wide to each side and began humping the end of his dick. Another minute passed before she brought both hands under her ass and slowly began fucking herself on John's cock; first, by inches, but soon by going the length of his shaft, all the while, Brenda kept fingering the clit and Bonnie teased the lips or fingered her asshole. John placed both hands on his hips and held himself steady. Judy was doing all the fucking, and fucking herself on the full length of his dick. Bonnie still hadn't said a word, but she didn't need to. Her purpose was clear, to make her mother fuck herself into preggo whoredom. Judy fucked herself on John's cock with measured slowness, deliberately building to a climax. Once, when his cock inadvertently slipped out, she recaptured it with her cunt. That event amused everyone, so she began doing it deliberately. She would come completely off for seconds at a time, then seek the head to re-impale herself to the balls for a long, hard, cum-inducing grind. When nothing happened after fifteen or twenty seconds, she'd slow to a stop and slither off the end. Brenda took advantage of these breaks to slide her finger down the slit and into the hole. She'd relinquish the hole only when the cock was knocking at the door. The breaks became longer and longer, lasting full minutes. During breaks, Judy held herself up, opened wide to receive Brenda's energetic finger fucking that turned to fist fucking when the breaks got longer. The attempts to get John to come became more intense and lasted longer also. She left no doubt in anyone's mind that she was trying to make him cum in her pussy. After recapturing his cock, she'd slide down to the base in one motion. She fucked hard and fast with him deep in her cunt, her pelvis moving in a hundred different directions in a blur of motion. John didn't seem to be cooperating. He was enjoying this too much, and looked to be counting backward from a hundred while Judy was trying to induce a cum. Judy was expending so much energy trying to make her son cum, that she had to take longer and longer breaks. In each of her previous attempts, she'd reached her own climax, and she was nearing exhaustion. She enjoyed the breaks as she caught her breath and watched both girls vying for space in her pussy. Both girls enjoyed fist fucking their mother, and Judy enjoyed being fist fucked while she caught her breath. The girls applied themselves diligently to the task of inspiring their mother to greater excess and determination for the next attempt. Brenda ate ten minutes off the clock playing her finger game. After a dozen attempts to get John to cum, the clock was ticking off the last minutes of the allotted hour. As she was about to attempt another assault, she heard Joy tell her mother there were three minutes and thirty seconds left. Rather than seeing that remaining time as the last stretch to the finish line and safety, Judy saw this as a challenge. She had less than four minutes to make him cum, and he still wasn't cooperating. Judy realized she couldn't beat John at this game without talking, so the next time she slithered down his rod and built up a good head of steam, she cried out, "Cum in my pussy, John. Fuck me. Make me your whore. Knock your whore up, sweetheart. Cum in your mother's pussy. Fuck a baby in me, sweetheart! Show my pregnant ass off to your friends and make me earn you a Jag with my cunt." That did the trick. John groaned out a long climax as he poured fertile seed into fertile ground. Judy hooked her legs around his waist, dug her heels into his ass, and milked the spend from his shooting cock as though taking a victory lap. When the spasms ended, she locked them together to let the sperm soak in with her pussy tightly plugged. At this time, Judy expected Brenda to say, "Don't cum in her pussy." Although it wasn't in Brenda's nature to pull such a cruel joke, it also wasn't in her nature to fist-fuck her mother. Judy didn't know what to expect from Brenda anymore. Brenda looked to her mother, then crawled over to lie across her chest, getting her face right over her mother's, almost nose-to- nose to say, "I made up my mind." Brenda's wet finger trailed over her mother's moving lips as Judy said, "You did. Well, what's your decision?" "I want John to cum in your pussy and make a baby in you. Mostly, though, I want him to make you his whore. I think you're going to make John an excellent whore, and I think the doggie album will be better with you staring in it." After sucking the finger Brenda placed in her mouth, Judy said, "Well, you got your wish." Bonnie said, "Can we get a dog, now, Aunt Joy?" Joy moved into view holding a wide, black velvet, jeweled dog collar. She held it for Judy to see the brass plate inscription that read: BITCH WHORE. She said, "I had to wear this for three years. I think it will look better on you." Judy stared at the collar with resignation as Joy held the collar for John to inspect, saying, "She's your whore, John. Would you like her to wear this around her neck." John turned the collar in his hands, excitement written all over his face as he said, "Yeah, this is great!" "It comes with conditions. First, it snaps together to lock in place. I lost the tool that opens it, so once locked on, you'd have to cut it off and ruin it. If you'll promise to leave it on for the full year, I'll lock it on." "Hell, yeah. I want it to stay on." "There's more. I don't want her to cover the collar up: no turtle necks, no scarves, nothing. I want her to display it proudly in low-cut tops." "No sweat. Mostly, she'll be naked, but when she goes out, she'll wear a bikini top or a blouse like she had on earlier." "Excellent, but I want more. I want only micro minis on her and she is never to wear panties. I also have five-inch spike heels that match the collar. I want her to wear those when she goes out." "Cool. I like it." "There's one last thing I insist on. You must have her tattooed with the words "BITCH WHORE." You can decide where to place the tattoo and how big it is--no tattoo, no collar." Judy looked to John at this alarming news even as Bonnie excitedly showed her preference by laying her hand on her mother's chest saying, "Oh, John, do it. That will be so cool. Put it here on her chest. Make it big so she can't hide it." Brenda surprised Judy yet again by trying to sell another idea saying, "No, John, you have to put it on her legs." When Judy heard this, her hand went into her crotch and she began masturbating. Brenda smiled on seeing this, then went on to say, "Think about what she might try to wear after this year is up. She can just wear sweaters or button her blouses to the top and hide Bonnie's tattoo. Place it on her legs, low enough so that regular skirts won't hide it." Judy frigged her clit harder as Brenda continued to sell her idea, saying, "I'd put BITCH on her right knee and WHORE on her left. She hates to hide her legs. She'd have to wear a skirt that came four or five inches below her knees to hid it when she sat down. Mom would never wear skirts that long. She'd be forced to explain those words to everyone she met. Think of it, John. Do the tattoo, but make it last the rest of her life." John smiled at his mother's aroused expression and said, "I don't know. I like your idea of extending that far down. I don't want her to be able to revert to her old prudish wardrobe after this year is up, but I'm kind of partial to placing words on the backs of her legs starting just below the hem of her micro mini so dogs can read it when they follow her. We can make the letters long so they extend to the backs of her knees." Brenda added, "They'll follow her, too, because we'll get bitch scent and wipe her between the legs real good before we send her out anywhere." John liked the sound of that, and so did Judy as evidenced by her frantic frigging. "I'll let Mom decide which one she likes best. Well, Mom?" Judy was rubbing her clit hard as she said, "I don't want to be consulted on anything for the next year, starting now. I belong to you, now, John. I'll put my financial affairs on hold and pay up the mortgage for a year. I'll turn over my paychecks to Joy. She'll have power of attorney to run the day-to-day affairs and make parental decisions for you kids. She'll be the mother. I'm the whore. My paychecks should cover everything and leave money left over." Joy liked that idea, but said, "What about the credit card you gave me and promised to keep replenished? Where will you get the money to do that?" "I can earn it with my body. I can do that at work if John permits me. I think you'd prefer having your mad money come to you from my whoring." Joy said , "Absolutely," as John said, "Fuckin' 'A'!" Judy said to John, "As for the tattoos or anything else that amuses you, that's entirely up to you. Whatever you can live with doing to me, I will learn to live with. I'll cooperate with anything, even tattoos. You should stop thinking of me as your mother. Think of your wants first; then Mother's desires and wants. She's your mentor. Then comes Joy. You have to take care of her, because she has parental authority over you. Then comes Brenda and Bonnie." "What about you?" "What I want shouldn't matter. You could please everyone by letting each one, including Joy and Mom, pick out a tattoo and a place to put it. I'll go along; I have no choice. You guys can do whatever you want." John said, "In that case, we will. I can live with that. Joy, where would you like yours placed?" Joy said, "Right over her belly. BITCH over the belly button, and WHORE below, covering her entire stomach area. Mine will look great as her belly grows." She spoke into the phone to say, "Mom, John is letting us place the words 'Bitch Whore ' wherever we want on Judy's body. Do you want to place one? You can tell Judy, and she'll pass it along." Joy held the phone to Judy's ear. They heard Judy say, "I'm here, Mother....No, that place is open....Yes....Yes...Oh, Mom!" They saw Judy become more excited with each second until she erupted in orgasm. When she settled down and handed the phone back to Joy, everyone was eager to hear her speak. Judy kept them in suspense as she caught her breath. She lazily stroked her clit as she said, "Mom wants her's tattooed on my cunt. She wants the tattoo to cover the entire area between my legs, starting on my right inner thigh and ending on the left with big block letters. She wants the top of the letters to cut across my mound and the bottom edges to cut across the edge of my asshole." "Great, because everybody will get what they want." Judy raised her head to aid Joy in fastening the collar around her neck. Joy then addressed Bonnie's question, saying, "We will all pick out one dog for her. It takes at least five dogs to keep a bitch whore satisfied." She looked down on Judy and said, "Oh, and by the way, I promised the girls I'd share my pussy slave with them. You never learn, do you, Judy?" "No, and I probably never will." The End -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html Be There..... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |