Message-ID: <23825asstr$956477436@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <390241E5.4209DA5B@nls.net> From: Varangien X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Subject: {ASSM} The Prostitute's Daughter Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 04:10:37 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, apuleius THE PROSTITUTE'S DAUGHTER The Prostitute's Daughter a Story by Varangian Chapter One "Darling, I'm going out to the garage apartment to meet with Mr. Evans. It's almost eight and you know how prompt the man is." "He's not your favorite, is he?" the blond teenager replied in sympathy. "Hardly! He always insists on getting atop me even though he's so large, so fat." "That's very inconsiderate of him," the pretty young girl remarked as she gathered her books from the dining room table. "Indeed it is, and I intend to get rid of the boor as soon as can I replace him with another visitor for Tuesdays." "Do you have any prospects?" the girl asked as she casually reached under her plaid skirt to scratch an itch. "Actually I do. He's a charming man of about sixty who owns a small machine shop. Smitty introduced him to me." "Smitty, the love of your life," the girl smirked at her mother. "Certainly not! He pays like the rest, although it's true that I look forward to his visits. Now go do your homework. I'll be back in a couple of hours as usual." * * * Emma waited for forty minutes in the elegant flat above her garage that was tasteful in every respect and which had a wet bar for her clients. The porcine Evans did not show, and the woman was pleased, although she regretted the loss of $250. She was also a little irked, as she was whenever a client dropped her. She was somewhat pretty, although she always worried about her smallish breasts. And all the men believed her claim to be just twenty six. Why would the fat man not return, she wondered? He could easily afford her fee. She rose from the leather chair, turned off the lights and went down the stairs resolved to call Smitty in the morning and arrange a replacement for Tuesdays. What was that old man's name, she mused and then remembered: Donaldson. He seemed to be a sweet man and very neat, a recent widower. When Emma entered the back door of the house she heard an ungodly racket coming from Becky's room, supposedly music but a universe removed from Bach and Mozart. Because it would be fruitless to shout, the woman climbed the stairs to her daughter's bedroom. Becky lay on the bed surrounded by books, naked except for her panties. She was a lovely sight, Emma acknowledged not for the first time. The sixteen year old could easily pass for fourteen, which in the mother's opinion was something positive, but not so for the daughter, who wanted to pass for eighteen. Becky clicked off the music, when she saw her mother enter the room. "No show, Emma? she asked, addressing her mother in the usual manner. To the world Emma was twenty six and the girl's older sister, although she had, in fact, given birth to Becky when she was scarcely fourteen. "Just as well, I suppose," the woman said as she sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her daughter's slender thigh, feeling its young softness. "But now we'll have to do without the two fifty," the girl groused, realizing that she would need to wait for that cute dress she wanted her mother to buy her. "I'll make it up later this month, sweetie," Emma assured her daughter, leaning down and lightly kissing the girl's lips with a hand on an almost mature tit. Mr. Olszewski wants a week end special." "Oh great!" Becky cried in delight. "Then I can have Alice over for two days!" "What do you see in that dyke, darling?" Emma asked as she laid beside her daughter. "You aren't really a lesbian, are you?" "I like the pleasure, Mommy," she replied shyly, addressing Emma as she did when only in bed. "And you won't let me go with boys." "Of course I won't. Why should you give away your preciousness for free the way I did?" "But you were raped, Mommy, when you were just a little girl." "It wasn't actually rape, darling. I must confess that I wanted it, even though I was just eleven. I flaunted my body at Jack, Aunt Sally's late husband. I went into his bedroom one Saturday morning when we were alone in the house clad just in panties, like you are now. But my boobs were smaller than yours. They were just beginning. I was excited when he took me, but perhaps it was rape when he wouldn't stop and kept hurting me with his huge thing, although I cried and pushed at him with my hands." "So he's my daddy," Becky remarked in disgust. "He was not a bad man, darling. He was kind, and I came to enjoy doing it with him. We made love together, at least I thought it was love. After a couple of years I got pregnant with you." A long silent pause ensued as daughter and mother snuggled in an embrace. "I feel antsy, Mommy." the girl whispered, squirming her lower body against the woman. "I'll sleep with you tonight, darling." * * * "How much do you think someone will pay for me, for my first time?" Becky asked as she sat at the kitchen table the next morning finishing her breakfast. "I'm hoping for a few thousand, dearest, and I want it to be your only time for money." "That's all right with me, Emma. Guys don't really turn me on." "Well, you may change your mind, girl," the woman said forcefully, turning from the stove to face her daughter. "Promise me that you'll try it with at least a couple of boys." "I suppose," the girl replied without enthusiasm Becky was dressed for school in a plaid skirt and white blouse which revealed calves and arms that were shapely and not skinny. Her blond hair was tied in a pony tail, and her angelic, oval face looked younger than sixteen. She knew that it would happen before long, that she would go with a man to the garage apartment, a man of her mother's choosing. She knew that it would hurt, but that she would be well paid for the pain. She did not look forward to the ordeal, but she accepted it as inevitable. "It's better to be hurt for money," her mother had always said, "than for a guy's pleasure." "You'd better hurry, darling," Emma admonished her daughter with a smile. "You'll miss the bus." The pretty girl, just 60 inches tall, rose from the table and slung her book bag over a shoulder. "And try to stay away from Alice," her mother said with a wink. "You don't need her to give you pleasure." Becky left the kitchen and went out the back door. Emma didn't understand, she thought as she walked down the driveway. She loved Alice. * * * "Mr. Donaldson," Emma spoke into the telephone receiver, "I really enjoyed our lunch the other day. Uh . . . Smitty said that you might be interested in my services. I have an opening on Tuesdays." "Why yes, Ms. Geesson," the man replied in a loud voice, the noise of an air compressor roaring in the background. "I'm eager to discuss an arrangement. Perhaps we could meet." "I'm free today, Mr. Donaldson." "Splendid, but I can't get away until about three." Emma gave the man her address and put the phone down very pleased to have snagged a new client. She wondered what his kink would be. She did everything except anal. * * * Emma watched from the front window as the man got out of his car and walked toward the house. He was of medium height and build, not at all fat, and his face did not look really old; there was a merriness in it, in his smile. She could see a twinkle in his eye. She was pleased with him. "Mr. Donaldson," she greeted him at the door. "Ms. Geesson," he replied with a charming smile and entered the house. "Such a comfortable home," he remarked turning his head to survey the living room. "It's small but sufficient for my younger sister and me," Emma responded gracefully. "But perhaps you'd like to inspect my garage apartment. I have some refreshments laid out there." "I'd be most delighted, Ms. Geesson. Smitty has remarked upon that place quite favorably." "That's so kind of him." "It's a shame I must wait six entire days to visit you." "We can visit this afternoon, Mr. Donaldson, if you like: a courtesy for a potential client." "That's most thoughtful of you, Ms. Geesson; may I call you Emma." "Yes, of course, Mr. Donaldson -- Jack." The two of them went to the garage and climbed the stairs to the apartment above. "This is really very lovely, Emma," the man said, actually impressed by the tastefully furnished quarters. "Would you care for a drink, Jack? And here are some things to nibble on." "Perhaps later," he replied with a certain look. "Yes, later," Emma responded with a touch to the man's cheek. They kissed and then went through the awkward, tedious banality of disrobing. Jack stood naked with his impressive member jutting straight out as Emma undid her bra and pushed down her panties. "You are truly magnificent, Emma," the man gasped. He had not seen a young female body in over forty years. He had been rigorously faithful to his late wife, the only woman he had ever known. They reclined slowly onto the bed. "I want to taste you" Emma murmured between kisses, half believing her words. "How long has it been, Jack?" "Almost two years," the man gasped as the woman's lips slid past his glans and began to suck gently. But Emma did not tarry there. She knew from long experience what the man needed. She scooted up and straddled his body, sinking hers onto the large cock that filled her pleasantly. She smiled down at the man's face which looked back in ecstatic amazement. "Ogle me, darling. Am I young and pretty? Touch these fresh thighs and soft boobs." "Oh, Christ, I've never seen anyone lovelier" Jack gasped and caressed her flesh. He groaned loudly, when Emma moved a couple of times up and down on his cock. "You won't last long this time, dearest," she said in a husky voice. "Kiss me and take your pleasure." Emma leaned down and kissed the man who began to pound in and out of her, quickly bringing himself off with excited noises uttered into her mouth. Her mind was very alert as they lay beside each other after his orgasm. How would he respond, she wondered, now that his lust had been assuaged by a whore? Would he be disgusted with himself and want to leave immediately? Would he become aloof and distant? Would he get abusive? "That was so marvelous, Emma," he said and kissed her lips affectionately. "I'm sorry I didn't give you pleasure." "Perhaps another time, Jack, but understand that I never fake it." "No, you wouldn't, would you? Tuesdays shall become my most treasured time of the week." "Do you want to go for it again?" Emma asked, petting the man's cheek, already knowing the answer but wanting to flatter him. "If I were twenty years younger!" he replied smiling grandly into her face. Then his expression became more serious. "We must mention some awkward, worldly things." "The fee will be $250 for ninety minutes. If you want more time on Tuesdays or perhaps a week end, we can arrange that. Today we did it just for getting to know each other." Jack moved lower and sucked on one of Emma's modest tits, and she smiled in satisfaction, fondling his head. * * * They walked back to the house in good spirits, hand in hand. Becky was sitting in the kitchen eating a jelly sandwich, her book bag on the floor, her plaid skirt hitched above her knees to reveal the pale flesh of her lower thighs. "Jack," Emma said, disguising the dismay at her daughter's early return from school, "this is my baby sister, Becky." "She's hardly a baby," the man blurted out, ogling the pretty blond girl. "Becky, this is Mr. Donaldson." The girl extended her hand and the man took it, and held it as he gazed with obvious longing into the face of the exquisite young thing. "I'm so pleased to meet you, Becky," Jack finally choked out, overwhelmed by her beauty, so incredibly fresh. "How do you do, Mr. Donaldson," she replied in a soprano voice with the lilt of a child. Emma immediately noticed the affectation, which, however, seemed to have an effect, because Jack appeared to tremble at the sound of it. "Mr. Donaldson was just leaving. He has a business to look after, one with a lot of noisy machines." Emma smiled as she spoke, hoping to lighten the moment, but Jack still held Becky's hand and continued to stare into her young face. "Yes," he said abruptly, letting go of the girl's hand. "I have to get back to the shop." Emma escorted the man to the front door, but before he left he could not resist turning his head for another look at Becky whose two hands were on her bare thighs, the plaid skirt pushed up provocatively. "Becky! That was very unkind of you," Emma exclaimed after the front door was closed behind the agitated man. "He's the one who's going to do me, isn't he?" "We don't know that yet, girl." "I'd like him to." "It's not a matter of like, it's one of readiness to pay. He's a sweet man, but I don't know if he has the money." "Am I really that precious?" "Yes, yes, you are." * * * Emma sat in the leather chair with anticipation, awaiting the arrival of Smitty, who of all her clients was the only one capable of giving her an orgasm. She refused to acknowledge that she was in love with the man, but it was something like that. When she heard a car door shut in the driveway below, she trembled slightly. The door opened and the large man walked in. He was handsome, graying at the temples, built like a retired football player who had kept in shape. Emma was on her feet immediately and the two of them embraced. "Have you missed me?" she whispered eagerly, her face pressed to a large shoulder. "As always, Emma," the man responded sincerely, nuzzling his chin on the top of her light brown hair. "Can you stay long?" "Just for an hour or so. I have to be home by eight. The family has a birthday surprise for me." "Happy birthday, Smitty," Emma gushed like a school girl and raised her face for a kiss. Theirs was not a normal whore-john relationship, although the man paid his fee. Smitty had a genuine affection for the lovely woman, which was reinforced by Emma's talented willingness to do things in bed that would make his prim, convent educated wife gag in disgust. Still he valued his family, especially his three children, and never once gave the least thought to abandoning them for Emma. The woman understood this in frustrated resignation. She was just a whore, she thought, hardly a homewrecker. They never exchanged love words, although they made up for it in the passion of their physical intimacy. They were quickly naked and lying on the bed, kissing and pushing their bodies together, eager to begin. "You may do me in the rear," Emma gasped in excitement. She had offered this to Smitty many times before. The man knew it was the only physical act she had never experienced, something special, available only to him. "No, Emma," he replied as he always did. "I could give you no pleasure that way." "May I taste you," she begged, biting his earlobe in her frenzy, "all the way?" "Yes, if you want. I'd like that," he replied, knowing the woman's incredible talent, knowing she would swallow all his stuff as a gesture of her affection. He relaxed on his back and allowed the pretty woman to lick and nibble his flesh. She had sometimes sucked his toes, but this evening she went straight to his impressive cock and took it immediately into her mouth. Emma brought the man off quickly and indeed she swallowed all his seed, even the last dollop, which she coaxed from his member with a pump of her hand. "May I use your knee for awhile?" she asked as she had done so often before in such situations, and without a word of assent she straddled the man's leg and rubbed her pussy against his knee until she cried out in orgasm. For the moment they were sated, but they knew they had some serious, wonderful fucking ahead of them. After some minutes of wordless cuddling, Emma leaned down, took Smitty's flaccid penis into her mouth and sucked it to tumescence. Then she lay on her back, knees high, and received the man between her widely spread legs for an ecstatic session of ten or fifteen minutes during which she almost lost consciousness. * * * There was still some minutes left for chatting after they had satisfied each other thoroughly. Smitty commented again on one of Emma's most rigid convictions. "I think that Becky should find a boy and do it in the normal way," he remarked. "But the boy would be the only one to benefit from that. He would get his pleasure and the girl would be left weeping in pain." "Not all girls are hurt badly the first time. I remember one who actually enjoyed it before I was finished." "Even a small pain deserves compensation," Emma insisted. "But wouldn't you feel badly having an older man do it, a complete stranger? Don't you think that coupling with a boy she knows and perhaps likes would lessen the trauma?" "It won't be a stranger, Smitty, because she's known you for years and she likes you." "You can't be serious, Emma. I have two daughters about her age." The woman cocked her head and gave the man a knowing look. "I resent that expression of yours," he stated with some heat. "I don't lust after children and certainly not my daughters." "She's hardly a child, but I'm sorry, Smitty. I made a mistake. I thought you might want to go to bed with a pretty young girl like most men do. I wanted it to be a present from me." "But you've always said the guy would have to pay." "Oh, you would have to pay, of course. But it would still be a gift, because a guy can't just go out to a mall and buy a girl like Becky." "I'll save my money." "I understand, Smitty. I won't mention it again." Calm was restored and the two of them enjoyed a light embrace as they cat napped. "Smitty." Emma's voice was very quiet. "Am I too young for you?" "Not quite, but almost," he replied, moving on the young woman, deciding he had enough time for another go. Chapter Two "Becky, there's a problem about spending the weekend together." It was Alice speaking on the phone. "You can't come over?" Becky replied with a hint of dismay in her voice. "Well, yes I can. Mom and Dad have gone out of town with my aunt and uncle from California. In fact you could come over here and spend the weekend. The problem is that I have to look after my cousin, Kevin." "You're babysitting," Becky stated with annoyance. "Not actually. He's too old for babysitting. I just have to be with him. He's thirteen." "Is he a pest? Will he get in our way?" "I'm not certain, because I don't really know the boy. Come on over and we'll see how it works out." Becky hung up the receiver feeling a great disappointment. She had been looking forward to playing around the house naked with Alice, getting and giving pleasure on a whim, at any time, in total relaxation. Now they would have to deal with a pimply faced boy who would probably spy on them. * * * Alice saw Becky coming up the walk with an overnight bag strapped over her shoulder and waited for her at the open front door. She smiled at her lover and gave a slight wave of the hand, when she was almost to the porch. The two teenagers embraced and kissed passionately in the doorway. "Hey, lezbo action," an adolescent voice cracked in derision, the sound of which brought the two girls immediately alert and apart. "Becky this is Kevin," Alice said after catching her breath. He stood as tall as Becky and just a few inches shorter than Alice. Like Becky he was quite blond and his unblemished cheeks looked very fresh. His pleasant face was still boyish; there was not yet a hint in it of the man he would become. But Becky knew instantly that the lad was trouble, because of his half sneering expression and the manner in which he held his body with such confidence. "Hello Kevin," Becky said calmly, looking straight into the boy's face. He stared back without a flinch. "You must the passive one," he remarked with a smirk, turned and went deeper into the house. "He's odious," Becky declared vehemently as she watched the boy swagger off. "He'll spoil our weekend." "Not entirely, darling," Alice cooed. "We'll still have the nights together in my bedroom." "But it's not what we had planned on," Becky complained. "I know, darling, I know. We'll just have to make the best of it." Alice embraced the younger girl again. At seventeen she was ten months older than the pretty blond. Her nose rested on the top of Becky's flaxen head The smaller girl reached up and caressed a breast larger than her palm, causing Alice to squirm in delight. "Later, precious. Soon," the dark haired girl promised. * * * Fortunately for the girls Kevin preferred to sit in the family room watching television for most of the afternoon. They lay on Alice's bed and made love, pleasuring each other with most of their clothes on. "I hate boys," Becky declared later, as they relaxed, their passions again under control. Her face nuzzled at Alice's neck. "I don't," her lover replied softly, Becky quickly raised herself onto an elbow and looked down at Alice with an expression of incredulity. "But you're a lesbian! You're the one who seduced me." "It didn't take much seduction, darling. And besides we were just six graders on that first sleep over." "Do you actually want a boy to shove himself inside you?" "I'm very curious," Alice replied with a sigh. "The problem is that if you go with a guy and let him do it, he hangs around and wants it again and again as if you belong to him." Becky snuggled to the larger girl. She knew that it would happen to her before long with an old man of her mother's choosing. "Becky," Alice whispered, "I've just had an awfully naughty idea. Kevin goes back to California on Monday. We could use him for the weekend and then he'd be gone." "You can't be serious," Beck exclaimed, raising again on an elbow to stare at her friend. "What could be better?" Alice replied with enthusiasm. "We'd find out what it feels like and he wouldn't stay here to tattle or bother us." "But he's just a kid. His cock can't be very big." "Well, it certainly must be larger than a baby's, and if it is small he might not hurt us too much, you know, on our first time." Becky thought about letting herself be taken by that little snot and then about doing it with some old man, some tubby, wrinkled guy with grey hairs on breasts larger than hers, someone chosen by her mother. She felt rebellious. "Okay," she said in a quiet voice. "Okay? Do you really mean it?" Alice asked in great excitement, pulling her friend to her tightly. "Ya, let's do it. But do you think he'll go along?" "He's a male, Becky. All we'll have to do is flaunt ourselves and even that little pig head will get the message." "We could walk in on him naked," Becky suggested. "No, I don't think that would be the best way. He might feel superior somehow." "Well, how about dressing real sexy and not resist when he touches us. You know he'll touch us, if he thinks he has a chance." "I could put on my bikini," Alice said, "but what about you?" "Do you have a shrunken T-shirt from when you were ten? Something like that and just my panties would be enough. The girls squirmed together and giggled in uproarious delight. * * * Kevin looked up from the television set when the two girls came into the room. His mouth gaped in astonishment at the sight of his cousin clad in a bikini. Her fully developed limbs were just a bit more than slender, and above the slight round of her belly large breasts threatened the integrity of her bra's fabric. The other girl's attraction was more subtle, but it was the sight of her that caused the lad to sprout a boner. Her svelte body seemed to shimmer in a magic blondness. He yearned to stroke her slender limbs, to play with them. An undersized T-shirt enhanced her small breasts and exposed a flat tummy that made the boy's mouth water. "What do you want?" he said too loudly in an anxious voice, suddenly fearful. "Perhaps we want to demonstrate that we're not lesbians," Alice said in a soothing voice, going over to the boy and sitting next to him on the couch. "Do you want to touch us, Kevin?" Becky said, standing closely in front of the boy, his eyes level with her panties and its unmistakable indentation. The boy was almost in a panic, and he clutched his groin involuntarily as he ogled Becky's upper thighs and her inviting panties just inches away from his mouth. Alice took his hand and brought it gently to a large, soft tit. Kevin held his breath in surprise until he had to gasp for air. "Are you ready to be a man, Kevin?" the older girl almost hissed into his ear. "You can have the two of us for the whole weekend." The boy cried out and spewed into his underpants. Becky, whose mother had told her numerous stories about men and boys, understood the lad's shock. She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Let's take a shower together, Kevin," she said sweetly and led him, half stumbling to the bathroom. * * * Kevin regained his composure and his usual arrogance, after a few moments in the bathroom, naked with the girls, in and out of the cramped shower stall. He was especially pleased by their excited, whispered comments about the size of his cock. But he could not take charge of the situation, because he didn't know how to proceed. He had never fucked before. He didn't know the anatomy. The kissing, touching and feeling that went on in that moist, hot room was beyond his wildest masturbatory fantasies. Did they really intend to do it, to go all the way? He allowed Becky to lead him by the hand back to the bedroom. The girls giggled incessantly. What followed was a confusion of unrehearsed groping, squeals and wrestling on the bed. The boy found himself atop Becky with Alice bending close to position his rigid cock at the girl's guarded vagina. With the instinct of a rabbit he pushed forward and after some effort broke through into a warm tightness as the girl screamed in pain. Becky pushed at him desperately, not wanting any more of the hurt, but the boy continued to plunge in and out until Alice pulled him away and threw him off the unfortunate girl. "She's hurting, you asshole," Alice scolded the surprised boy who had been near to orgasm. "I'm hurting too, Alice," Kevin pouted, stroking his good-sized cock. "Then get on top of me and give me my turn," she barked, lying flat on her back, legs widely apart, knees high. Becky still whimpered beside them as the boy easily ripped Alice's hymen. "Ow," she exclaimed at the mild sting, but the hurt was not too awful. She was able to appreciate the novel feel of the boy's cock inside her. She liked it. Kevin soon emitted staccato shouts and then fell off her body. Alice regretted that it was over so quickly. * * * Becky, however, was glad to be done with the boy, and she returned to the bathroom to shower off the blood that smeared her thighs. Alice and Kevin were then preparing themselves for another go. She didn't want it again. Once was enough, she decided, as she gently washed her sore groin under the pelting warm spray. The sound of the shower concealed cries of delight that filled the next room. Becky relaxed in the steam and the hot water and began to wash her hair. * * * For the remainder of the weekend Alice and Kevin seemed to fuck incessantly. Once Becky stood naked in the doorway and watched them with Kevin on top. He turned his head slightly to grin at her without interrupting his rhythm of forceful plunges that soon sent Alice completely out of control. When the girl lay still, breathing heavily through her nostrils, her eyes closed and her upper teeth still gripping her lower lip, the boy got up from the bed and faced Becky. "Come on, Becky," he said imperiously, wagging his rather large cock at her with his right hand. "I've saved this squirt for you." "Please do it, darling," Alice pleaded. "I need some relief from this monster." The blond girl stared at the blond boy who stood facing her a few feet away, smirking in the most impudent arrogance. He was stunningly beautiful, she thought; a lovely, hairless boy with the body of a half grown man. She was about to surrender herself to him, when he stepped forward, grabbed one her breasts roughly and said with a sneer, "Let's do it here on the floor. I'll be on top." The momentary spell was broken. Becky shoved the boy away with both hands and snarled at him wordlessly. She turned and left the room full of anger. "You can have Alice when I'm finished with her, lezbo," the boy taunted in a soprano voice that cracked. She went down stairs, and behind her she heard Alice exclaim, "not again!" But there was a giggle in her friend's voice. Becky detested the crude, disgusting boy, but she could not shake from her mind the image of his young beauty. She resolved to find a pretty boy for herself, perhaps in the playground of the middle school which was adjacent to her high school. She would tame a lovely boy. Becky spent hours in front of the television watching programs that did not interest her in the least. Her hole was still tender each time she pushed a couple of fingers into it. But it didn't hurt to rub herself to pleasure. The girl wanted Kevin to be gone from her life. She wanted to return with Alice to their comfortable routine of kissing and licking. And she wanted to find a shy, pretty boy. On Sunday evening, when Becky prepared to return home, she allowed Kevin to kiss her good bye and feel again one of her lovely tits. "Do you have any money, Kevin?" she asked him sweetly. "I have a few dollars," he replied, pulling a handful of crumpled bills from his pocket. "Let me have one of them, please." the girl asked and held out her hand. The boy, totally confused, handed her a dollar bill. Alice then came up to them and the girls kissed passionately. "Can you sleep over tomorrow night?" Becky asked with a sadness in her face. "We didn't do much together." "Of course, darling. And we'll be able to put our fingers into each other after this weekend." "Could we do it now?" Becky asked plaintively. "I could stay a little longer." "Not now, sweetest. Kevin and I want to get in one last fuck before our parents return." As Becky walked from the house in the gathering dusk, she felt betrayed by her lover, yet she forgave her and looked forward to the following evening. * * * When Becky approached her house, she saw Emma getting out of Mr. Olszewski's Lincoln Towncar which was stopped in the driveway. The woman retrieved a small suitcase from the back seat, walked around the car and put her face through the opening of the driver's window to receive a brief kiss. She then straightened as the car backed slowly down the driveway past Becky who waited for it on the sidewalk. The girl caught a glimpse of the bald, old man who could afford a thousand dollars for a weekend with her mother. "Becky," Emma asked as the girl approached her. "Where have you been?" nodding her head at the girl's overnight bag. "I spent the weekend at Alice's house," Becky replied in a morose tone of voice. "What's wrong, dearest? Did you and Alice quarrel." "No, it was nothing like that." "Let's go inside, darling. Are you hungry?" "No, Mommy. I want to go right to bed. Will you sleep with me tonight?" Emma knew for a certainty that something was amiss, but she decided not to pry. She understood that Becky would tell her soon enough. "Yes, darling. "We'll go straight to bed." * * * The weekend had not exhausted Emma, because what the old man really wanted was companionship; he had gotten it up only a couple of times. She stepped out of her panties and stood beside the bed to gaze at the loveliness of her naked daughter, who reclined on top of the quilt, her head on a pillow, her eyes closed. The girl's body was a slightly smaller copy of her own, and, at age sixteen, Becky would probably not grow much larger. Emma laid next to her daughter and took a roseate nipple between her lips. She was eager to lick the girl to pleasure, and she knew that Becky would reciprocate. They would do each other a couple of times before dawn. They kissed gently as the woman touched the smoothness of the girl's inner thigh and then brushed her fingers lightly across Becky's pubic bush. "You can put your fingers into me now, Mommy," Becky whispered. The startled woman did that immediately, inserting two fingers up to the second knuckles. "It's still sore," the girl complained and pulled her mother's hand away from her groin. "Who did this to you?" Emma demanded to know with great indignation, sitting up on the bed. "Did some man rape you, darling," she continued with a softer voice. "It wasn't rape. I wanted him to do it." "Who?" the woman almost screamed. Becky then told her mother the entire story; about Kevin, about the hurt, about everything. "He was only thirteen?" Emma asked again, secretly amused. "He's as tall as I, and his cock is not small. I won't ever see him again. He's returning to California tomorrow." "Did you like the boy?" "He's a snot." "So it's just like I've always told you. The guy hurts you, gets his pleasure and then runs off." "He didn't get his pleasure inside me. Alice pushed him off, because I was crying so hard. "Still he hurt you, and he must now be feeling very good about himself." "He paid me, Mommy, not much, but his dollar meant as much to him as a thousand means to Mr. Olszewski." "Well, that's something. Now let me kiss your owie and make it feel better." END -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+