Message-ID: <32609asstr$1001200203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <3BACE78C.8D080DB5@philphantom.com> From: Phil Phantom X-Accept-Language: en X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 14:33:32 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Total Surrender Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 19:10:03 -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: newsman, gill-bates <1st attachment, "total-surrender-pp.txt" begin> Total Surrender By: Phil Phantom HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com Sixteen-year-old, JoAnn, and her mother, Doris, had just returned from a photo shoot in one of the neighbor homes just down the street. Doris knew the man, an amateur photographer, a decent sort, serious, not shady. He checked out, all on the up and up. His interest was purely professional, and that was why Doris saw no harm in mild cheesecake in a bikini with her being present the entire time. JoAnn agreed to pose even before hearing these assurances, assuming posed model nude art. The shots were not art and the poses were action poses, sexy to say the least. Some were provocative; some were vulgar; some were too vulgar for JoAnn, though Doris made no objection. He remained a gentleman when forced to by JoAnn, not Doris. He wanted the suit off; Doris made no objection; JoAnn now wanted the suit. The session was no disaster, but no one came away with what they wanted or expected. Doris didn't think she did anything too bad by urging JoAnn to pose, and pose again in a sexier suit that he would provide. Though she had clearly been misled, JoAnn was willing after asking about the suit; but that was after Doris went along without asking. They were back in their own home. Doris obviously didn't want to talk about what they had just done, but JoAnn followed her into the kitchen, making Doris feel nervous and guilty. She lied. The guy wanted porn, not cheesecake. He wanted beavers in motion, not artsie still poses. The only thing about him on the up and up was his big dick. As Doris prepared coffee, she could feel those sentiments coming from JoAnn. She could not see JoAnn smiling, but she heard JoAnn smilingly say, "Mom, you're having an affair with Jim, aren't you?" Doris spun with her mouth and eyes wide, declaring, "JoAnn, what would ever make you think such a thing?" "You are! You're having an affair! That's it...yes, that explains everything...look at you blushing. [singing] Mommy has a boyfriend - Mommy has a boyfriend." "JoAnn, now you stop that. If I am blushing, it is from that shocking accusation. How could you even think..." "Mom, I can tell you're lying. You're blushing because you are having an affair and I figured it out. I just now figured that out, but now I know, and you know that I know, and this has been going on for at least two weeks, maybe four. Now I know where you go trotting off to ten times a day." "JoAnn, you do not know. Stop saying that. I would never cheat on your father." "Mom, you can tell me. I think it's cool. Jim is a hunk. You deserve a guy like that. You've been a great mother and faithful wife all these years. You earned it. I think you are entitled. I think it's great. You could have been honest with me. If I knew the guy was your lover, I would have been friendlier and much easier to work with, much easier. I'll get the guy hard for you. I didn't know it was for a good cause." Doris found this attitude calming and intriguing. JoAnn appeared to be dead serious. Doris softened her defensive posture and allowed her guilty smile to break before saying, "Okay. I'm busted. I'm being bad, but I'm not proud. I am terribly ashamed. I am ate-up with guilt. I don't deserve this. No married woman does. I took a sacred vow and broke it. I'm a cheat. Some would call me worse than that, and it starts with a W which sounds like H. Right now, if someone were to call me that, I would be forced to accept the term. If someone called out that word in a crowded room, I would look up. That's how I feel, JoAnn." "You don't look like a whore. With a little more makeup and a shorter skirt you could. You're wearing the right top without a bra. When you get cold or turned on, you want everyone to know, don't you?" "JoAnn!" "Well, you said you accept the term." "Not from my own daughter. Then again, if anyone has the right to call me a whore and get away with it you do. I certainly wasn't cold in Jim's studio. I had no right to drag you into this sordid mess." "You call that dragging. You asked, I said, sure, and I assumed he wanted me to pose naked. You didn't mention the suit until after I agreed." That opened Doris's eyes wide as she said, "You assumed I would allow you to pose naked for a man, and allow him to take pictures of you naked?" "Why not. You know I'm proud of my body. If you want to turn a man on, show him a drop-dead gorgeous naked daughter. I'm not bashful." "Maybe not, but can you imagine getting in those action poses without a suit on?" "Yes. I know Jim could imagine. He wanted me naked in a humping beaver pose." "You're right, he does. I wanted you in a one-piece. He wanted you naked. We compromised on a modest bikini. All right, JoAnn, I'll come clean and be honest with you. This was just step one in a series of steps that all go down hill, strait to the gutter. I know what Jim wants. I have seen the sort of pictures he takes. He is a very nasty man." "All the good ones are, but I'll bet he's great in the sack, isn't he?" Doris blushed deep and smiled sheepishly, then teased, "That's none of your business, but if you are that curious, keep taking steps with him. He'll show you how good he is." "Yes, I can see you've had your bells rung. How much posing did you do?" "That is definitely none of your business, but I'm not going to lie and say I didn't. I did, and I do not feel like a whore for having sex with a man other than my husband. I feel badly about it, but that does not make me a whore. The pictures I posed for do. I don't know what got into me, but whatever he wanted, he got...what's so damn funny?" JoAnn couldn't respond right away, but when her laughter came under control, she laughingly said, "You are....Mom, you are so cute. I have this image of you standing with your legs wide with your back to him, bent way down while pulling your cheeks apart, watching him zoom in on your nasty parts which are dripping sex slobber in your face." "Well, I'm glad you find that amusing. I find that sort of thing absolutely disgusting, vulgar, crude, and the diametric opposite of sexy....I just didn't feel that way at the time. I'll have you know I did more than pull my cheeks apart, I pulled my...my...well, I think you know what I pulled apart." Smiling big, JoAnn said, "You let him take pictures of the birth canal." "That's a nice way of putting it. Yes, that was exactly what I let him photograph, in every conceivable angle in great light. He is very interested in the female reproductive equipment." "Is he, now? I wonder why. Does he want to put yours to good use." "As a matter of fact, he does. He wants me to get off the pill, conceive a child with him, carry that child to term, hand that bastard to your father, and make him raise it with the full knowledge that the child isn't his." "Kinky...a sexy hunk and kinky too. You really scored big. So, are you now off the pill and giving him fertile pussy to cream?" "Do you actually think I would do such a thing?" "I think you'd be crazy not to. I think you should give that man anything he wants without question." "Oh, you do. Are you serious, or just being facetious." "I'm dead serious." "Anything - anything he wants?" "Anything." "For your information, Miss Give-him-anything, he wants you and your reproductive equipment." "I figured that, and you are trying to get it for him, step by step. You are also off the pill and you are letting him cum in your pussy all he wants to, legs held wide, gripping your thighs, watching him pump cum in while you watch your thirsty pussy suck on his cock." Doris turned her back on JoAnn. She held onto the counter with her head hung, then said, "You're right, I am, but I swear to you, I am not trying to get yours for him. I'm just trying to placate him, stall him, give him something so that he'll stay interested in me." "That might work, but he'll keep demanding more and more - step by step." "He will. How far are you willing to go?" "I don't know. I do support this relationship. I like what he's doing. I like him. I might go all the way, not right away, but I do support this that much. If that's what it takes, then that's what it takes. I know you'll do anything, but you will do your best to stall him for as long as you can. I'll do anything you want me to do. How's that?" Slowly, Doris turned to face JoAnn, then stood and stared before saying, "Are you serious? You would place yourself completely at my disposal to use in any way necessary to keep that man happy." "Sure, why not. You'll drag your feet. We may never get to the bottom, but if we do, I'll have you there with me. I may have to drag you along." "Do you want me to be this man's whore that much? That's all I am to him, JoAnn, a whore. This is no affair. There is nothing romantic going on. He treats me like a cheap whore and I keep coming back for more, always willing to do more. I am even willing to deliver my daughter for more - step by step until I am watching her fertile pussy sucking on a cumming dick. That is what you'd be supporting, JoAnn, and I could not promise that there is anything I would not give him to get more. I continually surprise myself. Is that what you are willing to lend your full support to?" "Now more than ever. I had no idea it was that kinky or you were that deep into this. Now, I am willing to go a step further and pledge my full, complete, and total support. You have my word. I will do anything to make him happy with you, and I mean anything." Doris smiled and came up to JoAnn. She placed a soft hand on her daughter's softer face, and said, "I am so gratified to hear you say that with such conviction. You lifted a tremendous burden. I figured I could do anything except that which involved you, but if you like this that much, I'll take you at your word and stop worrying about that. I must warn you, though, this will most certainly speed things along. I have no reason to slow him down. I seek opportunities to please him. Speeding things along would please him most. You are right. I would have dragged my feet because I knew I would fail him at some point, but that all changes if you are willing to go all the way. The sooner I can present him with your reproductive equipment with a license to use it as nature intended, the better." "Do what you feel is best. As far as I'm concerned, I'm already pregnant." "If that's the way you feel, you are as good as pregnant. Are you a virgin, JoAnn?" "Technically, I am." "Meaning there's no hymen?" "No cherry in the box. He looks big, but I'm sure I can handle him." "He is a hunk. Aren't you at all nervous?" "A little. More excited than nervous." "Horny?" "Not as horny as you, but ravenously horny looks good on you, especially with the braless look you have adopted, a refreshing change. You are human after all - sexy, too. Playing whore has done wonders for you. You have a sexual glow about you. You feel sexy and desirable. You know you look good - fine stuff - great tits - nice ass - good pussy." "You make me blush, but you're right, I do feel that way and I love this feeling. I have never felt so alive and sexual. Ravenously horny is now my normal state. Whore suits me just fine. Whore, slut, bitch, cunt - I answer to all those terms with a warm, sexy smile. I also love hearing you talk about my pussy in such a familiar manner, using that term. I feel like we are on intimate terms already." "We probably will be if we give a guy like that all the pictures he wants." "You are very perceptive. He does have plans along those lines, plans to photograph us together, doing things to each other, vulgar things. Does that bother you?" "No. Does that bother you?" "Yes, very much, but I'm sure it won't when I get before Jim and his camera. If he wants a picture of my tongue in your birth canal, he'll get it. If he wants some of me sucking on your clit, he'll get them. If he wants some of me licking your pussy, he'll get all he wants from any angle. I'll even press my face full in your pussy." "Of course you will. You're a good whore, and I'll spread my legs wide so you can show him how good you are. I'll pull my cunt lips apart so he can get good pictures of your tongue in my cunt. I'll do anything to help you impress him." "Oh, JoAnn, I do want you to be good to Jim and give him anything he wants. I want him to enjoy you to the fullest. I already promised him he could, and told him he could cum inside your pussy if he wanted to. I had no idea how to bring that about, but he knows I am serious and he sees that I am trying. I want to help him go all the way at the next session, but I want it to be my doing, something I bring about. I want to guide his hard cock into your pussy and get you to lie there and accept it, accept the cock, the fucking, and the sperm that comes. I want him to see that I can deliver on my promises. After the way this session bombed, I'm sure he has his doubts." "This session didn't bomb. I only balked at a couple of things." "Yes, but I was no help, and he expected help. The session didn't bomb; I bombed, but I can let him know that I got you home and gave you a good talking to, and he can forget about that string bikini. I'm going to call him and say, 'From now on, she'll pose naked and I will handle all posing. She won't give me any shit, and she wouldn't dare push my hand away.' At the next session, he'll see that I do control you. He'll get pussy, fertile pussy, and he'll know I gave him that and can do it again and again, that you will do without question anything I want you to do. That will prove what a good and obedient whore I am. Will you go along with that?" "Absolutely. Anything that will help make you a better whore. I'll let you turn me into a whore to prove what a good whore you are." "Well, rest assured, he'll have me do that, and I'll do it. I have to go masturbate." "Why go?" "Good point, but I'm not ready to be that intimate. I know you're not shy, but I am terribly shy, especially about that. I lose my shyness around him. He has a way of bringing out the uninhibited slut in me, but I can't seem to do it on my own, or I would have gotten down on my knees and licked your pussy just a while ago. I was sorely tempted." "Did you think I'd stop you?" "No, I knew you wouldn't. I'm sure you'd love that. You will love that, but I need Jim to make me do it." "I suppose I can wait, but I am looking forward to that." "I'll try not to be a disappointment. Just keep in mind that I've never done it." "I haven't either, but how hard can it be. You lick and suck all the parts that you know would feel good being licked and sucked. On me, that's anything between my legs if it's you doing the licking and sucking. Just looking between my legs and seeing your pretty face would be enough to get me off. Just hold steady, I'll bring the pussy to you. Stick your tongue out, I'll fuck it. I'll fuck your tongue, your nose. I'll fuck your face. I'll make him think you're a fucking expert, a seasoned cunt sucker." Doris smiled big and said, "He knows better, but anything you can do will help and be greatly appreciated by me. Fuck my face. Grind your cunt against my face. Do anything you feel like doing, anything you think will amuse Jim, but let me look like the one driving you to vulgarity. I don't want him to think you're a slut. I assured him you are anything but. He likes corrupting decent and faithful wives and their nice girl daughters. He might lose interest in us if we come across too slutty or prove too easy. Maybe not, but why take a chance." "Well, we don't want him losing interest, so don't fuck up. I'll be following your lead. If you get carried away, so will I." "I worry about that because I do tend to get carried away too easy. If you can keep your wits, you could slow me down." "I don't know how well I can keep my wits with you acting like a whore. I might be worse than you. Remember, I haven't done shit except think about it. At least you've done it." "Yes, but you aren't like me. You are much more in control. I saw that while watching Jim work with you. He didn't intimidate you. I would not have refused the poses you refused or dared take his hands off my body. He knows he can't do you like he does me. He knows he'll need my help. I know you can handle yourself better than I can. Whatever it is, you have it and I don't." "You're probably right. I have been in some very hot and heavy situations where I did maintain control. That's why I'm still a virgin. I'm not sure I would be if my mother's head were between my legs. That is the one head I don't think I could push out, and if I left it there, I'd want to get fucked by anything. Now you know why I never take you along on my dates. I'd be screwed." Doris smiled warmly and drew JoAnn into a tight embrace, getting cheek-to-cheek and mouth to ear to softly say, "Thank you, JoAnn. I needed to hear that. I know I am doing something awful. I know this will only end in disaster, but I can't help myself, and can't help dragging you into it. I want you to get all the pleasure you can out of this. I'll give you all of that you want. I'll try to mitigate the disastrous fallout, but I'm afraid much of it will fall on you. I know it is you he wants and he's just using me to get you. Once he has you, he intends to use you in every way imaginable. He'll prostitute you and use you to make porn. He'll ring your nipples and clit and place filthy tattoos on your body. I assured him you'd make an excellent whore. So far, I haven't objected to anything, not even the tattoos. I even suggested a few and where to place them. Tattoos can be removed with lasers. Rings can be removed, and a baby can be given up for adoption, but I can't mitigate the damage this might do to our relationship. I wish you would use your strength to stop me from doing this to you. I know I'll do it if you don't. The only thing I care about is pleasing Jim." JoAnn rubbed her mother's back and softly said, "I'm sorry, Mom, but you're on your own. I won't help you; I'll help him. You aren't doing this to me; I'm doing this to you. I'm sorry, but you are going all the way with this. We'll pick up the pieces afterward. If you ask me, our relationship will be a hell of a lot stronger after this. Remember, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I am very impressed with the lengths you are willing to go to please him - very impressed. By the way, what tattoos did you suggest, and where did you suggest he place them?" They unembraced and took seats at the corner of the dining table with Doris saying, "Mine were all words - labels, actually. I suggested he place the word WHORE in big letters across your ass; the word SLUT right over your pussy on the shaved mound; BITCH on one tittie and CUNT on the other. He liked all that, but the one he liked best was FUCK ME on your cunt lips with the letters going down each lip so the message can be read when you spread your legs." "Kinky, but did you think you could actually get me to go along with that?" "Not really, but it was fun pretending, and he believes I could, would, and would get off on it." "What about now? Could you go through with it?" "Yes, if you'd let me. I'll do that and more. My willingness to let him tattoo you like that really impressed him and turned him on. I don't think he knows what they can do with lasers. That is one good way to keep him amused. I think you'll come out of this looking like a tattooed lady. It'll cost a small fortune to put you right again, but I have a small fortune set aside for that purpose. I have already spoken to a laser tattoo removing specialist who assured me that he could restore a tattooed lady to near perfect condition. I even got a worse-case scenario estimate." "How much?" "Ten grand. That's wrists to ankles from the neck down, solid coverage - the worst-case scenario. That's about half of my small fortune. Yes, JoAnn, I'll do it and keep on doing it until you cry uncle. Just don't cry uncle in front of Jim." "Try to keep your art work under street clothing areas and I won't. Keep in mind I have to attend school. I'll need a doctor's excuse to get out of PE. I can't be changing clothes in front of anybody." "I'll be taking you out of school. Jim doesn't want school to interfere with your work. I assured him it wouldn't. I told him that once I had you conditioned, you would be his whore, first, and my daughter, second. He will decide what's best for you from then on. I assured him that I would support his decisions and respect his property rights, that you would be property that he owned and I only looked after." "When you deliver a daughter, you deliver a daughter." "That was what he wanted. He wants me to give you to him, trained and ready to serve, then to remain in the background to keep you in service on his terms as your owner. He made it clear that I would have no say, could make no limitations or restrictions, not even show a sign of disapproval. All I can do is show and offer my support. I made it very clear that I would have no say as to how he used you, that I would surrender you unconditionally, anything goes, and I would lend my full support and cooperation after I officially turn over possession. He knows that I want to do that as soon as possible. And that's true. I do." "Mom, I am very, very impressed. Your desire to please this guy is...well, it's impressive." "I'm glad you think so, because I don't know his full intentions, but I will support them unless he wants to physically harm you, and I'm sure that isn't the case. He's in this for the money. He doesn't want me interfering in how he makes money with you. I don't know all of his intentions, because he doesn't know what his clients want. He won't allow anyone to fuck-up his golden girl, or piss you off too badly. He knows I couldn't keep you in service if you flat put your foot down. I assured him I could support - calm you, soothe you, maybe nurse you, then get you back on the street so to speak. I assured him. I also assured him that he need not concern himself with your father. I'll divorce him if necessary, but that won't be necessary. He'll stay out of this." "How can you be sure?" "He'd like to stay out of prison, and I know something that could put him there. He loves you, but he'll stay out of this to keep his cute ass out of the slammer." "What did he do?" "Tax evasion, heavy duty tax fraud that I have nothing to do with. One phone call and his ass is grass. I have already made the threat. He knows I am another man's whore, and he knows I am trying to get you for him so that he can put you to work. He knows about the shoot we went to today, and he knows that will continue until I have you fucking without protection. He threw up his hands, swore he'd stay out of it, and even wished me luck. No, he'll be no problem. I think he's even getting off on it. When he wished me luck, I think he meant it. I can't wait to tell him I got you fucked. I think he'll congratulate me." "This just gets kinkier and kinkier." "Is that a problem?" "Not at all. I'm in it for the kinky, but it sounds like this might last a long time, like years instead of months. You're giving me to this guy. A whore that will do anything is a valuable commodity - a golden girl. I can't see him giving up something that valuable." "I'm hoping it will last years. I can't ever see growing weary of this. I work for him, too, and I have already made him some money. That was the biggest thrill of my life, and handing over every dime was the second biggest thrill. If you bail out, he'll dump me and seek out another mother and daughter. That's his specialty, mother/daughter whores. I already have one tattoo, a great big WHORE across my ass that is still sore and why I sit gingerly. It has been a week, but it's a big tattoo, one your father can read clearly at the length of a football field without squinting." "No shit! Let me see it." "No. You'll see it soon enough, and when you do, you'll see what a mess I have gotten myself into. This is just the beginning. Everything I suggested he put on you is going on me, too. In fact, I am scheduled for the FUCK ME on my tender pussy lips tomorrow morning. Me and my big mouth." "Misery loves company." "Yes, and I now realize that the only thing keeping you in is your desire to keep me in this mess - and the desire to keep my head between your legs." "I'll start thinking in terms of years, then." Doris went to her knees, saying, "All right, JoAnn, get the panties off and let's give this thing a try. If you're in this for the long haul, we may as well get started." JoAnn eagerly shucked off her panties then made her kneeling mother a wide-spread beaver by hooking her heels at the corner edges of her seat a laying the knees flat, making a bull-dyke snatch platter out of her crotch. Doris placed both palms on the inner thighs framing the most beautiful pussy she ever imagined - a full-liped downy clam with the lips already shaved, and recently, suggesting that JoAnn did that while getting ready for the photo shoot. The shave wasn't even hours old and had been gone over and over to get it as close as possible, which isn't necessary if done for looks only. Doris didn't think too long or hard on that puzzle. She gazed on the juiciest and sexiest pussy, then said, "Good lord, JoAnn. You're gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. Jim will shit when he sees this sexy pussy. I swear, I have never seen such a beautiful pussy." "Do you still want to fuck it up with tattoos?" "Adorn, decorate, accentuate, but he might not want to tamper with perfection after seeing this. Then again, he predicted you would have a gorgeous pussy and still wanted to do some decorating. [opening the lips with thumbs] Damn, your coloring...so pink and healthy. I can't wait to see his cock going in this birth canal. Fuck..." "Now, you're making me blush. It's just a cunt, Mom." "Sweetheart, this is not just a cunt. I have seen my share of cunts - hundreds - thousands. Your father has a beaver magazine collection that goes back twenty years. Trust me, I know cunts. This is no ordinary cunt. Your father has to see this. He'll get down on his knees and worship this cunt." "Mom, you're embarrassing me." "You! Embarrassed?" "Yes, flattery like that is very embarrassing." "Yes, you are blushing. Now, you look cute. I'm not stalling, JoAnn, I'm feasting my eyes, first. I'm dying to eat this cunt." "I wish you would. All this vaginal flattery has me craving a mouth. My pussy wants to French kiss with you and thank you for giving it to someone who will put it to good use, and I want to thank you for being so generous with my pussy." "You have no idea what a joy it will be to offer this pussy to Jim as a gift. Jim is one man who appreciates a gift that keeps on giving. He'll put this gift pussy to good use, and he'll have me taking good care of it for him. He'll have you pissing into a gold chalice that I hold, and make me wipe with my tongue. Knowing him, my mouth would do just as well, and my belly won't need to be emptied. Why waste money on a gold chalice when you have an old whore your golden girl can piss in." "Oh God, Mom! I can't take this anymore. Please, French me good and French me deep. I dare you to suck on the part where I piss. I double dog dare you to suck there." Doris smiled and said, "You double dog dare me, huh. Pucker up, bitch. Nobody double dog dares this old whore. If you don't believe me, read the ass. That was a double dog dare, too." With that, Doris turned around and hauled her skirt up onto her lower back and presented her WHORE ass with her head and shoulders on the floor. Her entire ass was one word in letters three fingers thick going from hip to hip, tail bone to the backs of her legs with the O bridging the two globes, solid except for the asshole. JoAnn also got a good look at the shaved pussy that had the FUCK ME outlined the way Jim wanted it done. Awesome, leaving no doubt in JoAnn's mind that her mother would suck the piss out of her. JoAnn now had no qualms about giving her all she had. Any woman who would let a man do that to her on a dare would think nothing of sucking piss from a pussy. Doris let that awareness sink in before returning to the pussy. She went right into a deep French kissing of the birth canal, making JoAnn swoon and pull her skirt material up further to see better, while saying, "Oh yes! French my cunt! YES, press your face in tight and lick my womb...oh god, you are such a good whore. Oh fuck are you good! God, I love this! I love your tattoo. I can't wait to see the FUCK ME. You're right. That is a great adornment to place on a whore's cunt. You'll suffer getting that one, but a good whore should be willing to suffer for her master." Doris came off to say, "I am, and I know the FUCK ME will hurt like hell, plus be humiliating as hell being applied while I hold a vulgar beaver for it with a crowd looking on, but I'll suffer that pain and humiliation to please my master. [pulling the lips open] Now, is this the hole piss comes out through? Is this the place you dared me to suck on - double dog dared?" "Yes, I double dog dare you to suck on my piss hole until I tell you I'm finished." Doris smiled at the implication and went in to form a seal with her lips, then began nursing the entire clit area while diddling the little hole with her tongue-tip. That was all it took to get JoAnn to release the flow. JoAnn wasn't sure her mother would swallow, but was sure almost at once. The hard gulping swallows were obvious and the sucking increased. She drank fast to stay ahead of the natural flow, trying hard not to spill a drop. JoAnn watched in awe as her mother drank from her pissing pussy like a woman starved for liquid sustenance. If JoAnn had any reservations about doing this perverted thing (which she did), or continuing (which was uncalled-for), those reservations dissolved while watching her mother receive the amber offering like a woman grateful for the gift. Her mother drank the piss as though it were not only life-sustaining, but delicious, a rare and precious vaginal ambrosia from the loins of a sex goddess. Nothing swells a girl's head as quickly as watching a person drink her piss that way. Her mom looked like she wanted this to last, like she wanted to savor before swallowing. JoAnn slowed the flow to make it last, and began giving piss to her mother in squirts, which she did savor before swallowing. When Doris was ready for more, she'd tickle the hole and get more. After doing that several times and establishing the pattern, JoAnn said, "Take your time, Mom. Drink slowly. I'll give you all the piss I have. I don't mind pissing in your mouth, not one bit, not if you are willing to swallow it all and not waste any. This is the way I would like to piss from now on. This can be our little secret. This will keep me in the game better than anything else you could do, not that you shouldn't do all you can do. A good whore would keep her master's golden girl smiling and happy. You are a great whore, the best. Jim hit pay dirt when he hit on you. I'll give you a nice big squirt this time...ummm, yes, that was a good one. Enjoy it. There's still plenty more." The more JoAnn talked her trash, the more Doris seemed to enjoy her task. If she faked the enthusiasm, she faked well and didn't let up until that last drops were licked and JoAnn said she was all finished with a ten-minute piss that left her mother bloated and tired. Doris laid her head in JoAnn's lap with her mouth at the pussy. JoAnn stroked the head while her mother caught her breath. After a minute, Doris gave the slit several side licks, then said, "I must be sick to love this as much as I do. Jim told me I had to learn to love drinking your piss. I promised him I would try, or at least learn to act like I do, but I swear, JoAnn, I actually love drinking your piss. I absolutely love your warm piss. I don't want you to ever waste any." "I must be sick to love pissing in you as much as I do. Don't worry, I won't ever waste any." "I stopped questioning what was sick and what wasn't several weeks ago. If anything, Jim taught me to set aside all questions of right or wrong, sick or healthy, and concentrate totally on pleasing him, that if I pleased him, I would find happiness." "How is that working out?" "I have never been happier or felt more alive. The more I please him, the better that gets. What pleased him most was when I actually delivered you to him. Even though that didn't work out like he hoped, at least I took the important first step on the road to giving you to him, which proved that I was serious. He always said that was the important thing, taking that first step, that after that it was just a matter of time. He said he could win you over with just a little help after that. All I had to do was get you there and get you to go back for more. I figured I could do that and hoped he could do his part. I didn't think I could ever take that first step and delver you to him, knowing the fate that awaited you. That was the toughest thing I ever did, and that was after the tattoo and turning a few tricks. Handing my only child over to a child molesting pervert was light years beyond anything else." "Yes, I sensed something more serious than sexy pictures. You were acting awfully strange. I didn't know what the hell you had set up, but I had a feeling that bikini was coming off. That was why I shaved extra close, just in case." "I was going to ask you about that. Do you normally shave the lips?" "No. I have shaved them, but not in over a year. I have shaved myself bald, but I think a little muff is nicer than bald." "Why did you shave?" "To look my best." "You do look great, but did you actually think that would be necessary? What would ever make you think I would set you up for that?" "Mom, for the past few weeks, you haven't been yourself, and you have been looking at me funny, like you just discovered that I had great legs and your own bisexuality. Dad doesn't look at me the way you now do. Frankly, I thought you figured out a way to get me naked by playing on my vanity and exhibitionism. The photographer ploy was a very good way to get me to take all my clothes off, and posing was a good way to see a beaver." "So, you shaved for me?" "Sure. Mom, I have had a thing for you for years. In fact, you are the only female I am sexually attracted to. I thought we were going to start something, finally. Then I get there and find that you are staying out of it, then it dawns on me that you brought me there to thrill that horny pervert. I was all primed for pussy, not cock. That was why I acted that way. I can't switch gears after a big disappointment like that. I wanted to scream. I just wasn't in the mood, that's all. I just wanted to get it done and get it over with. I did make a date to do it again. I knew I would enjoy myself if I were in the mood going in." "This is perfect, JoAnn. This explains what happened. I can simply tell him the truth, which I am just now finding out. I told him there would be no problem getting that suit off of you once you saw a hard man with a camera. I was so sure of that, and he must think I don't know my own daughter. Well, I didn't. I knew you hated lesbians and dykes. I had no idea how you felt about bisexuals. As for incest, you keep your father at a distance. I could only assume that was because incest didn't appeal to you." "It's not that. He doesn't appeal to me as a person. I don't hate him, but I don't feel like doing him any sexual favors. If he is willing to pay Jim's price, I'll fuck him." "He'll be Jim's best customer. By the way, your father was one of the tricks. He doesn't get any unless he pays Jim." "Way ta go, Mom. Cheating with a twist of the knife." "Yes, but he enjoyed it and loves the tattoo. He'll love them all, but he won't love them on you. Anyway, getting back to Jim. He predicted that you would feel that way about me. He says all daughters with very attractive mothers have that same desire. In sexual matters, especially when it comes to mothers and daughters, I usually bow to his expertise, but I was so sure that wasn't the case with you. This proves him right, again, and gives me the tool I didn't think I had, which he assured me I had and didn't know I had - the tool to get you to cooperate. I can get you to do anything by giving you the sexual attention you crave. He wins the mothers, but the mothers win the daughters for him, then keep them in line for him." "He's right. That would work on me. It would work like a charm on me, all the way. That will also keep me in line. I'm serious. I have as strong a desire to please you as you do to please him. Listen to him. He knows what he's doing." "I have to call him. Would you like to listen on the extension. I don't care what you hear. In fact, I want you to hear. I want you to know how real this is and how serious I am about giving you to him unconditionally, total surrender. I don't think you believe I'll do it, mean it, and stick to it. I know you think this is a game, but it's not. When I told him that I would give you to him, then cooperate totally to keep you serving him in anyway he requires, I meant that. I honestly don't care what he does with you. I take every opportunity to keep reinforcing that message because that message is sweet music to his ears, especially when I say that I honestly don't care what he does with you, or he'll get my complete support in anything he does, or that he is free to do anything at all, and I emphasize the anything. I want you to hear that and know that I mean that with all my heart and soul." "You're right, I do find that difficult to believe. Maybe it will sink in when I hear you talking to him." "Will that make any difference?" "No, but I will know that this isn't a game and I will take it more seriously. That might make things more difficult for you, because I do not relish the thought of this going on for years. A few months, I could handle. I see where you could possibly keep me enslaved, especially with expert help." "If it's any comfort, he doesn't keep a mother/daughter for more than a year judging by what I've seen. He has an extensive client network, but after a while, they demand fresh meat. Eventually, he'll drop us and move on to the next kill. I would estimate the average to be six months, and a year might be the outermost limit." "Yeah, and how do you know kill isn't just a metaphor? There is big money in snuff films, you know. Mother/daughter snuff films would have to be pure gold. Are you dying to find out why his dick gets so hard when he hears you say, I honestly don't care what you does with her?" "You had to bring that up, didn't you?" "Well, hasn't the thought crossed your mind?" "Yes, a thousand times, and he hasn't set my mind at ease once. All he'll say is he's in it for the money, and kill is his metaphor. That doesn't help." "It's your call, Mom. If you are willing to take the risk, I will." Doris thought hard, then slowly set the phone back in its cradle. She looked to JoAnn and said, "Who am I kidding. I can't take a risk like that. Damn." "Mom, there is a way to find out. If he wants us bad enough, he can prove that kill is just a poor metaphor. Pick out three of his mother/daughter kills at random and demand to see them. I could see where he might lose track of one out of three, but if he can't produce two or any, adios, Jimbo." "That might work, but he is very secretive about his business. I think if I start prying and making demands, it'll be adios Doris. Personally, I'd like to dance with the devil a while longer. I may be carrying his child." "And I hear that snuffing pregnant chicks is the cat's meow. Seems odd that a pimp would want to knock up two whores. Pregnant isn't sexy. Most pimps provide free abortions to keep their whores slim and trim." "Fuck. I hate getting snuffed." "You wouldn't like their kind of abortions, either." "How do you know so much about snuff?" "I read trash off the Internet. Some say there's no such thing, but I think there's a market, and where there's a market, there are people like Jim who are into cameras and have a way with women, but I think he tips his hand subconsciously because he hates what he does to these women and innocent girls. It's pretty gruesome, hours of hideous torture ending in death. I would hate to think of you going that way just for a dance with a money-hungry shithead. You can now show your ass and get all the company you want. Just go out on a windy day with no panties on and see what follows you home. Odds are, it can read." Doris chucked, then said, "With my luck, I'd find a dog who thinks bitch is spelled W H O R E." "I'd pay to see that. Mom, I know it will kill you to do it, but you need to forget that guy and tell the police about him. I'll bet those pictures match missing person photos." "Suppose they don't. He'd get arrested for having child porn." "He knew that risk when he took them. Even if he isn't killing, he is ruining people's lives. He's dangerous. Those types need to be put away. Go take another look at your ass and think about it. I double dog dare you." "Damnit, JoAnn. Stop doing that. I don't need another look. A thousand is enough. Shit...shit, shit, shit, shit...fuck. What a dumb cunt. Oh screw it. The son-of-a-bitch is going down. What's the number to 911?" "911, you dumb cunt, but you don't dial 911 to report a suspected crime. You go down and meet with a detective from missing persons. Tell him of your suspicions, and let him do some homework. Let him rap the guy. If there is reasonable cause, they can obtain a warrant and raid the place." "How do you know so much?" "I read trash on the Internet." "Is that where you learned to piss in your mother?" "As a matter of fact, yes. That's what mothers are for after you're through nursing on them. Mostly, they're just a bunch of whores. Says so right on their ass. Yup...you're a mother - a big mother." "Stop reading my ass. I hate when you do that." "Stop writing on it. Besides, I was reading your cunt. I think you should get that tattoo on your way to see the police." "Fuck you. My motivation to suffer pain and humiliation for that jerk went right out the window when I realized that he wanted to snuff you and wanted my support and full cooperation." "Ouch. Hand Mommy the dull rusty knife." "Dumb cunt that I am, I would have probably done it because I gave my word." "Yes, but you wouldn't have enjoyed it. You hate seeing me cry, and I would have cried all through it - crying, begging, pleading, calling you Mommy, trying to play on your sympathies, not to save me, but to get you to cut faster and stop trying to please Jim." "For all the good it would do you." "Well, it's worth a shot." "He is dangerous. Fuck it. I'm going downtown right now. You should go with me to lend your suspicions." "Let's go." They went. They came back. Jim got raided. They hauled his ass away, and that was the last anyone saw of Jim. Doris and JoAnn stood out on the front lawn and watched. As he passed by in the back of the squad car, on impulse, Doris mooned him, inadvertently advertising to the entire neighborhood. JoAnn said, "Way ta go, Mom. Embarrass me why don't you." "Well, I forgot. So what." "SO WHAT? Now everyone knows you're a mother." They walked hand in hand into the house and weren't there two minutes before the phone rang: "Mom, it's for you." The End Hey, did you like this story. 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