Message-ID: <35078asstr$1012903807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Dave E. Perelli" Reply-to: "D.E. Perelli" X-Original-Message-ID: <4tfr5uoqb6p1dh1c1f9g1ekr2lvfevpt9s@4ax.com> MIME-version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2002 17:25:46 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} MONEY WON'T BUY HAPPINESS - OR WILL IT? Chapter 1 (Job Interview) (NC INC MMMF) Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 05:10:07 -0500 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, newsman The following story is a figment of my Budweiser soaked imagination. If you are not of legal age to read stories of a sexual nature close this window now. If stories of a sexual nature are not legal where you live, leave now. This story is presented for your private enjoyment. It is copyright 2000 by Dave E. Perelli . This story may be archived at . Any other reproduction or distribution is forbidden without the author's written consent. No animals were harmed during the making of this story. This story was posted previously to ASS, but some readers wanted it archived thus the repost. Now that we all understand, enjoy. MONEY WON'T BUY HAPPINESS - OR WILL IT? Chapter 1 (Job Interview) NC, INC, MMMF I was sitting in the sun room enjoying an after breakfast cup of coffee when the maid brought me the telephone and informed me it was my father. I had only lived at the estate for two weeks, but had really expected the call sooner. I had spent the time getting settled in and accepting the condolences of the steady stream of people who came by. Many of the ladies had interesting ways of expressing their sympathy. I took the call, determined not to make what I knew was coming any easier for Dad. I grew bored with the small talk long before he finally got to the point. It would seem that he just found that he had a serious heart condition and would have to give up his traveling ministry. He knew that, good son that I was, I wouldn't want my parents to live in poverty while I lived in the lap of luxury. His proposition was that I give him a generous monthly income so he wouldn't end up dying suddenly like his dear brother had and leave my mother a grieving widow. I could tell he was getting more and more nervous as I listened to his lies without comment. I could also tell he had no idea how vast my riches were. The sum he asked for was all he thought the traffic would bear, but was a pittance to me. Hell, I paid my mercenary assistants more than that. When he was done I let the silence grow for minutes that must have seemed like hours. Finally I spoke. "Dad, of course I want to help you. I'm thinking how it can be arranged. For tax purposes I can't just give you money and with your health considerations you can't be on the payroll. I'll have to put Mother in some sort of position, probably as a consultant of some sort. Let me think it over and talk to my personnel manager. Tell Mom to come to the estate this evening and we'll work out the details. She can come alone, I don't want you to stress yourself. She can stay overnight if we talk too late. Tell her to come about six and we'll have dinner, then work out an arrangement." I could hear the joy in my father's voice as he agreed. He saw easy street ahead on the dole from his son. I chuckled as I handed the phone back to the maid. If they expected any money from me they would soon learn that it would be earned. The day passed quickly. I took a call from the two assistants I had sent to the East Coast scouting for victims. They had several possibilities and would be back to report by the end of the week. The two I had sent to the deep South to look over the Southern Belles also checked in with a favorable report. I instructed the cook to prepare for a guest and told the other servants they would be dismissed to their quarters at five, except the maid who would stay to serve dinner. I told my two remaining assistants to stick around for the evening in case I wanted them. Their faces brightened at the possibility of some perverted fun. Mom arrived promptly at six, anxious to get started separating me from some of Uncle Jim's money. She was a bitch, but she did look good. Maybe I could work some of the bitch out of her. We had a drink in the study where I introduced her to my companions. I told her they were my administrative assistants. There was some curiosity in her eyes at that, as they didn't look like the typical administrators. Jack was from Poland, stood six feet four and was built like a whiskey barrel. Jon was an ex-Nigerian freedom fighter. Just as tall as Jack, but with a more slender build and coal black from head to foot. Mom became more accepting as she found they seemed educated and were well spoken, though each spoke with an accent. We finished our drinks and moved to the dining room where we were served by Sandra, the maid. Sandra was only nineteen, but what she lacked in experience was more than made up by her willingness to do anything to please her employer and by the fact that she could be trusted not to carry tales outside the house. We enjoyed a marvelous dinner. Afterward I suggested we retire to the den for a brandy and to discuss our "business". In the den I relaxed in my huge leather chair while Mom sat on the sofa. Jack poured drinks for Mom and I while Jon stood in comfortable silence. I sipped my brandy and looked over my mother. I was seeing her for the first time as a possible conquest instead of as a cold, indifferent Mom. I had to give her credit. She knew how to present herself when she wanted something. Mom did look good. Mom was only thirty-eight and had taken good care of herself. Her light brown hair was longer than shoulder length and lay softly on her bare shoulders. Light brown eyes sat in a sculptured face. She could turn on a warm smile any time she liked, showing perfect white teeth behind lips colored with just the right amount of lipstick. This evening she was wearing dangling pearl ear rings and a white gold necklace set with a single large pearl. Her dress was carefully chosen to show off her tall willowy figure. It was black with thin straps over her shoulders. The top had a slight dip exposing just a hint of cleavage. The dress clung to her thin waist and was adorned only with a strip of black lace down each side, with the skirt slit on one side far enough to advertise her shapely legs but not enough to be indecent. The dress flowed to her ankles and stopped short of black spike heels with pointed toes. She sat with a regal air, as if she were better than anyone else present. "Well Jimmy, I guess your father explained his condition to you." I had been waiting for Mother to break the silence. "Yes he did, and I'm awfully sorry to hear about his poor health." "How have you decided to help us?" "Mom, things aren't that simple. I run big business and everyone has to have their position defined. We treat our employees well and don't have much turnover. My administrators and I have been searching all day for an appropriate place for you on the payroll that will justify the one hundred thousand dollars a year Dad asked for. We finally did find a position, but I'm not sure you are suited for it." "I'm sure I can fulfill your requirements, Jimmy. What do you have in mind?" "Jack, why don't you explain the position to my mother." "Yes, sir. Mrs. Newsom, we have a position open for a hostess for the estate. There are several other applicants, so you will have to be tested for the job. I'm sure you will be given some preference for being a relative, but we have procedures that all applicants must pass. The hostess must possess the proper look and demonstrate a willingness to make both guests and her employer feel special and well cared for. Your services wouldn't be needed at all times, but you must be willing to report when you are called for." "Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind." I decided to turn up the heat a little. "I know that wasn't what you had in mind, Mom. What you had in mind was to come to me with that phony story about your queer husband being ill and you had in mind for me to be stupid enough to give you a lot of money for nothing. Well, you can have the money but you'll have to earn it. How bad do you want it? Are you willing to be worth that kind of money? If you are, my assistants and I will administer the test. You will have to do your best because there are a lot of other women who will go to great lengths to work for me." I sat back and sipped my drink, enjoying the look of consternation on my mother's face. This certainly wasn't going the way she and Dad had planned. The silence grew uncomfortable before she spoke again. "Okay, I'll take the test. Where do you want me to take it?" Jon spoke. "Right here will be fine, Mrs. Newsom. The first thing is that you be properly dressed. What you are wearing is appropriate. Are you wearing panty hose?" "WHAT? What business is it of yours what kind of under things I'm wearing?" "Mom, answer his question and any other questions you are asked or get out and tell Dad there is no money for the two of you. You will demonstrate your willingness to fit in with our staff or someone else will. Mom flashed angry eyes at both me and Jon, but contained herself to answer. "Yes, I'm wearing panty hose, if it's any of your business." Jon spoke quietly, but with authority. "We don't allow our female staff to wear panty hose. Mr. Newsom doesn't like them. Take them off and contain your attitude. One more outburst and you are going to be escorted off the property. Just answer the questions and do as you are told." Mom opened her mouth to put him in his place, then thought better of it and sat quietly thinking. "All right, if that's what it takes to please Jimmy. Where is the bathroom?" Jack pointed to a door. "There's a half bath there. If you are wearing panties, take them off two. Mr. Newsom likes his women to have bare cunts." Mom's sharp intake of breath was loud in the room. She had never been talked to this way in her life. She wanted to storm out, but the lure of the money was strong. Finally she bent forward and removed her shoes. She stood slowly and attempted a regal air as she walked to the water closet. Her gown was cut low in the back and I could see the red color moving from her face down her entire body. Momentarily she returned with her garments folded in her hand. She picked up her purse and dropped the underthings in it. She turned and sat back down and bent to pull her heels back on. I got a good look down the front of her gown and saw that my companions were enjoying the view also. She sat back up but kept her eyes downcast. In a soft voice she asked: "Did I pass the test?" Jon replied: "You haven't done well so far. Too much mouth and not enough desire to please. We'll see how the rest of the test goes. We're going to ask you a series of questions. You will answer them truthfully and not speak except to answer what is asked of you. Do you understand?" "Yes." "You mean yes, sir!" With great difficulty she replied, "Yes, sir." We started our series of questions, taking turns asking them. We didn't really care what the answers were. I just wanted to humiliate her as thoroughly as possible as payback for my lousy childhood. She wanted access to my riches so bad that she contained herself to do as she had been told. "Mrs. Newsom, how many men have you fucked?" She gasped in shock, but managed to stammer her reply: "Only my husband, of course." "How often do you fuck?" "We haven't done that since I was pregnant with Jimmy." "You will refer to him as Mr. Newsom." "Yes, sir." "Do you expect us to believe you haven't been fucked in eighteen years?" "Yes, sir. It's the truth." "Do you like to suck cock?" Tears were running down her cheeks now. "I've never done that." "You've never had a big dick in your mouth?" "No, sir." "You like it in the ass?" "NO! I mean I've never done that. I couldn't. It would hurt." "Never done a gang bang?" She was sobbing aloud as she replied. "No, nothing like that." "How about eating pussy. I'll bet you like to slurp a wet cunt don't you?" "No. No, sir. I've never done that." Mom sat wracked with sobs as Jon and Jack turned to me. Jack spoke first. "I vote no, boss. She doesn't have any qualifications and she has a big mouth." "Jon?" "I agree with Jack, boss. She'd be too hard to train." Mom spoke between sobs. "Please Jim....., I mean Mr. Newsom. We're desperate. We have to have money. Your Dad's ministry is folding and we don't have any way to support ourselves. Have pity on us. We're your parents. I can learn to be a hostess. I'll be a good one, I promise." I sat in thought while Mom cried on the sofa. I had thought it was simple greed, but she had revealed that it was more than that. Without preaching Dad had no way to make money and Mom had never worked, only spent. One has to seize the moment. "Okay, Mom. I'm going to give you the opportunity to prove you can be a good hostess. If you can I'll give you ten thousand a month. That's one hundred twenty thousand a year. A lot of money. You will be expected to obey any order I give you without argument and with enthusiasm. In other words, I own you. I don't care if you like your orders or not, you will pretend that you are happy to comply. If one of my staff gives you an order you will obey it as if it came from me. If you want the job we'll finish your test. If not, you can leave." There was only a slight hesitation before she answered. "I'll do it. I have no choice." Jon, Jack and I had done this sort of thing before. Once again we took turns giving orders. It was always better to keep our prey off balance. Jon told her to stand in front of my chair. When she was in place Jack made her move forward until she was standing between my knees. I told her to pull her skirt up and show me her pussy. This was truth time. If she did it I knew I had her. She bit her lip and slowly started drawing her dress up. A beautiful pair of legs was revealed to me. Her heels gave her calves a wonderful shape and her thighs were firm and perfectly formed. When she reached the tops of her thighs she stopped for a moment, then squeezed her eyes shut and pulled her dress up to expose her crown jewel. It was a nice pussy. I was surprised that she kept it neatly trimmed since she never used it but the hair was cleaned from her bikini line and what was left was short and neat. She moaned when I leaned forward and ran my finger up and down her slit. It was a moan of misery, not pleasure. She kept her eyes clamped shut when I told her to turn around and show my friends her cunt but she obeyed. Jack and Jon took their turn feeling up her privates. "Boys, I'd like to see the rest of her." The two men grabbed Mom's dress and roughly ripped it from her body. She gave an involuntary shriek at the sudden violence, but in a flash was naked with her dress in tatters on the floor. There had been no place for a bra under the low cut back, so she was left with nothing on other than her high heeled shoes. My, I thought, she's got a terrific little ass. After a few moments Jack roughly spun her around to face me and I got my first look at my mother's breasts. They weren't overly large, but were certainly nothing to be ashamed of. They were well formed with only a little bit of sag from maturity. The nipples were small with light circles around them. Her nipples were not aroused by her rough handling. I made her bring her shame to me. I had her bend over with her hands on my thighs so I could reach her tits from my seated position. I ordered her to spread her legs so my friends could get a better look at her cunt. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she moved her feet apart. I took a breast in each hand and began to get acquainted with them, squeezing and playing with the nipples. I looked into her eyes as I gave her next command. "Kiss me Mom, while I play with your tits. Your kiss had better make me think you want to get fucked or I'll send you home naked and broke." She lowered her head and brought her lips to mine. I had to give her credit, she was really trying. It was a good kiss, with her tongue probing in my mouth as I continued to fondle her breasts. I broke the kiss long enough to speak to Jon and Jack. "Why don't you guys finger fuck her. Get her ready for my cock." She sucked in her breath again. I'm sure she knew inside that I was going to fuck her, but that was the first I had actually put it in words. The realization was coming to her that she was going to have to commit incest to escape poverty. I reached one hand and pulled her face back to me to continue the obscene kissing with my mother. I saw Jack move behind her. A high pitched noise came through her nose as he roughly shoved his big finger in her neglected vagina. She kept up the involuntary noises as he continued to finger fuck her. "Boy, this bitch has a cunt tighter than a ten year old virgin." Jon laughed. "Hell, her queer husband hasn't used it in so long she probably is virgin again. Move over and let me get a big black finger in there. Boss, you going to let us fuck her?" I drew my head back long enough to answer. "I haven't decided yet. I'll have to see if she needs the practice." Finally I pushed Mom away. "Go play tongue tag with the guys. I need to talk to Sandra for a minute." While Jack and Jon took turns kissing Mom and letting their hands roam over her naked body I rang for the maid. She appeared a moment later, showing no surprise at the sight that awaited her. She had seen this type thing before. Mom was even more humiliated that another woman was seeing her be abused that way. "Sandra, my mother is going to the bondage room with you. Spread her on the bed and secure her arms and feet to the bed posts. Get your razor and shave her cunt bare for me. I'll be there in a little while. Until I get there I want you to devote yourself to getting her pussy hot and wet for me. She's never been with a woman before, so use that sweet mouth of yours on her mouth, her tits and her cunt. Don't make her eat you, she's not ready for that yet. If she gets too hot, don't let her cum before I get there. Okay, sweetheart?" "Sure, Mr. Newsom." "Mom, listen carefully. This is your last chance to back out. Once you are shackled to the bed you're going to get fucked any way I want for as long as I want. When my cock is in you, you're on the payroll. You'll stay on the payroll for as long as you continue to please me. If you want to quit now I'll give you the money for your ruined clothes and you can take your naked ass home. What will it be?" "Jimmy, Mr. Newsom, can I talk to you for a minute alone first. Please!." "Okay, you guys wait outside until I call for you." My three co-conspirators left the room. I waited for Mom to play on my sympathy, wondering how she was going to present it. Mom came and dropped to her knees in front of me, tears streaming down her face. "Jimmy, I know we haven't been good parents to you. We did the best we could. We just didn't know how. I'm terribly sorry for everything. I've shown you how sorry I am. I've let you strip me and humiliate me in front of your friends. I've let you and them talk to me as if I were nothing. All my private places have been invaded. Doesn't that show you how sorry I am? Isn't that enough? I'm a Christian woman. Don't condemn me to hell by making me break the commandments. Please!" "No problem, Mom. I'll see if Sandra has anything you can wear home." "Then I'll be on the payroll?" "Of course not, Mom. I told you how to get on the payroll. Go with Sandra. She'll put you with your arms and legs spread on the bed with your bare cunt ready for me and I'll use you any way I want. Then you'll be on the payroll." "My God, Jimmy. I'm not on the pill. What if I get pregnant?" My mother was sobbing as if her heart were broken now. I loved it. "Well, Mom. I frankly don't give a fuck. I'm going to call Sandra back now. You either tell her to take you to the bondage room or tell her to find you some clothes. And don't ever call me Jimmy again." The trio returned at my call to find Mom naked and sobbing on the floor with her head down and her hands over her face. I let her cry for a few minutes. "Mom, don't you have something to say to Sandra?" Between sobs she responded. "Take me to the bondage room, please." Sandra took my mother's hand and led her from the room. Jack, Jon and I poured drinks and had a good laugh at the paces we had put Mom through. We were sure she had never imagined anything so horrible, but we had done much worse with our prisoners in the basement. What we had done with Mom was child's play compared with our guests in the past. The guys agreed that she was a looker and we were all thrilled that her pussy hadn't seen much use. All three of us had oversized cocks and loved to stretch tight cunts with them. We drank and joked for three quarters of an hour, then I decided it was time to resume the fun. I told Jack to get the VHS camera and tripod and Jon to get the still camera. We certainly wanted to enjoy the action over again later. The bed in the bondage room was huge; specially constructed to my uncle's perverted desires. I entered to find my mother with her hands stretched over her head and shackled to the head of the bed. They weren't outstretched, they were tied together to the center of the bed frame. The bed was big enough that her legs were stretched wide apart, exposing her newly shaven cunt to my view. Sandra had positioned a pillow under Mom's ass so her pussy was thrust upward and an easy angle to access. Sandra was lying on top of my mother with her mouth working feverishly on Mom's mouth, her tongue snaking in and out. I started stripping out of my clothes, flinging them in the corner while Sandra worked her way down to suck on Mom's breasts. Mom was throwing her head from side to side, trying not to let another woman turn her on. I could see Sandra was having some effect as Mom's little nipples were now standing straight up. The guys came in with their cameras as Sandra was kissing her way down Mom's belly toward her clean vagina. They started filming the action as Sandra worked even lower and applied her tongue to my mother's clitoris. Against her will my mother's hips started moving in time with the young woman's tongue in her slit. Suddenly Mom sensed movement in the room and her eyes flew open. She took in the two huge men with cameras aimed at her and screamed, "No, no, please. Don't take pictures of me like this. I beg you have mercy. Stop the cameras." I told Sandra to get off the bed. I climbed on, naked now and looked down at Mom with an evil smile. I straddled her breasts and lowered my balls to her mouth, ordering her to lick. She shook her head from side to side, mouth clamped shut. I nodded to Sandra who knew the drill. She grabbed one of Mom's tits and twisted hard. Mom gave a pitiful yell but her tongue quickly came out and started licking my balls. I moved so she could lick up and down my shaft. It was hard as a rock from all the foreplay downstairs. I looked around to make sure everything was being well recorded. We really needed a record of the first cock in my mother's mouth. I pressed the head of my tool against her lips and told her to suck. Reluctantly she opened her mouth for me to enter. It was obvious she had been telling the truth about never sucking one. I had to give her instructions on sucking and using her tongue. I pumped her mouth like I was fucking it, going deeper with each stroke. When she started gagging I told her to relax her throat and breathe through her nose. She tried and did better, but still gagged often. Finally I had my shaft buried in her mouth all the way to my balls. She was in misery, but managed to take it. When I was sure we had it well recorded on film I pulled slowly out of her mouth. She lay gasping as I moved to take my place between her legs. Her ass was raised high enough that I could kneel and get a good angle on her little pussy. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit until I found the right spot and waited at the entrance. Her pussy was wetter than it had been, but still not as wet as a really turned on woman. "Ready for your first paid fuck, Mom?" "It's to save my family. I have to do it." "What are you about to become, Mom?" "I know what you want me to say. I'm about to become a whore. I'm going to do it for money and that makes me a whore." "Are the cameras ready, guys?" They answered that they were. I took a good grip on Mom's hips and gave a mighty shove. She let out a horrible scream as my huge cock stretched her open. I buried myself all the way in her in one stroke. Mom had never had anything nearly that big between her legs before. I pounded her viciously. I was not making love, I was fucking her as punishment. Her screams became moans, then her hips started responding to my strokes. I felt her pussy becoming wetter as I pumped away. Soon she was in the zone, carried away with what was probably the first good fuck of her life. I could feel her orgasm building. When I sensed she was at the edge I stopped with only the head of my cock still in her. She tried to push herself up on me, but the bonds prevented her having enough movement. "Want more Mom?" "Oh God, please let me cum." "Okay, but you've got to do something for me." "All right, anything." "I want to watch you suck a big black cock while I fuck you." "Oh my God. All right if it will make you happy. Please make me cum." "Fuck her mouth, Jon. Don't cum in her mouth. I want to be the first one." "You got it boss," he replied as he handed the camera to Sandra and stripped off his pants. He soon straddled Mom's tits and shoved his black member in her mouth. I resumed my fierce fucking of her cunt. The room was filled with noise. Mom's pussy was making slurping and farting sounds as I worked it over. Her mouth was slurping over Jon's cock between gags and coughs. In between it all Mom was moaning and humping her hips to meet me. Soon she gave a big scream and her hips thrust up even harder against me as she came. I dumped my load in her at the same time. After I caught my breath I pulled slowly from her pussy. It gave a plopping sound as it released me. I told Jon to enjoy her pussy for a while. She shook her head in a tired "No" but no one paid any attention to her. Jon got between her legs and began a series of long slow strokes in her newly stretched pussy. My cock was slimy with a combination of her juices and my cum. I straddled her head again and despite her weak protests shoved it in her mouth. That brought forth new gags as she tasted her own juices and a man's cum for the first time. I kept her sucking while I grew hard again, this time in her mouth. She was getting better at sucking cock already. I heard Jon bellow as he dumped his load in her and felt her have a smaller orgasm. I kept stroking in her mouth while I told Jack to get himself some pussy. Mom grunted as he entered her. Jack had the thickest cock I've ever seen and it was a tight fit even after she had been fucked twice. Eventually I felt my orgasm building and held my mother by the hair to keep her from escaping it. My cock started pulsing hot gism in her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow as she was tied on her back with no way to get it out of her mouth. When she had swallowed it all down I moved aside and let Jon put his dirty cock in her mouth for cleaning. She didn't even protest this time, just sucked all the spend from it until it shined black again. Jack exclaimed, "I'm about to cum." I told him, "Cum in her mouth if you want to. I've already had her mouth cherry." He liked that idea and moved into position. Her mouth was stretched to the limit with the thick weapon he was using. After only a few strokes in her warm mouth he tensed and let loose. He must have been carrying a big load because the cum squirted out the sides of her mouth and some even escaped her nose. I looked over to see that Sandra and Jon had captured that Kodak moment. We all rested for a little while as mom coughed and made heaving noises. We decided we should use some more film before we released my mother from her bonds because she looked so perfect strapped down wearing only her black spike heels. The photography was a lot of fun. We got the usual shots of the cum running between her legs and on her face. We made her smile and thank us for the wonderful fuck as the VCS camera took it down for future use. Each of us was recorded sucking her breasts while she exclaimed how much she loved it. We released her bonds and let her get the circulation started again. Afterwards she held her own pussy lips open for the camera. She had to force a happy look on her face as she fingered herself, followed by sucking our cum off her fingers. Her dignity was completely gone by this time and she did as she was told without argument. Sandra thought it would be fun to see how many fingers she could get in Mom's cunt. She made it to four as my mother held her legs wide apart. Mom groaned as Sandra drove the four digits in as far as they would go. Finally the camera ran out of tape and we were tired so we didn't reload it. "Sandra, take my mother to one of the guest rooms. Get her cleaned up and put her to bed. Mom, in the morning Sandra will bring you to me. I will have a check for your first month's pay. I'll also give you a pager which you will carry with you at all times. When the pager goes off you will go to the nearest phone and call here. Whoever answers will tell you when to be here and how to dress. If you fail to appear you will not receive the next month's pay. If the pager doesn't go off during the month, you will call and be told when to come and pick up your next pay check. I'll see you in the morning." I went to bed for a dreamless night's sleep. I awoke early to a bright, cool morning. I stretched languidly and spent a few minutes remembering the previous night's fun. The memories started my cock getting hard again, so I got up and took my shower. I pulled on a robe and slippers and wandered downstairs. The cook gave me my morning coffee. I was soon joined by Jon and Jack, still sleepy eyed. We had coffee and juice and made small talk with one another. I rang for Sandra. When she appeared I told her to take Mom some coffee, juice and a robe. I told her to tell my mother to fix her hair and makeup and that I would bring her check shortly. Jack excused himself and came back with a check in an envelope and one of the spare pagers we always kept in case we needed communication. I signed the check and returned it to the envelope. We discussed the morning's itinerary while we had breakfast. I didn't invite Mom for breakfast. I suspected she would be better this morning without a full stomach. When we had broken our fast we stood, high fived each other and proceeded upstairs to the guest room Mom was using. I pushed the door open without knocking. Mom was sitting in a soft arm chair beside a little table. The black clasp purse she had brought with her was on the table. Sandra was standing behind Mom brushing her silky hair. Mom's makeup was perfect and she was wearing the pearl jewelry from the night before. I caught a whiff of some kind of expensive perfume, probably something she had brought in her purse. The robe Sandra had provided was thin silk, designed to showcase the body under it rather than hide it. When the three of us came in the room I saw my mother cross her legs and move one arm across her breasts to interrupt our view. She had regained her haughty look now that she had finished her duty. Or at least thought she had. I walked to the table and held the envelope up so she could see it. I opened her purse and slipped the envelope inside, then went through the same routine with the pager. Mom didn't make any comment, not even a thank you. I stepped in front of my parent and lifted her chin with my finger. "Good morning Mother dear. I trust you slept well." Without waiting for a reply I bent and pressed my lips to hers. I slipped my tongue in her mouth. There was no response. I drew back and looked at her with a frown on my face. I saw realization come to her. Once again I bent to her mouth. This time her mouth and tongue responded to me. She was getting the picture, though a little slowly. I stepped back and Jack took my place. "Good morning Mrs. Newsom." Jack bent and brought his mouth to hers. He gently grasped her arm and moved it from in front of her breasts, laying it on the arm of the chair. She moaned softly as his great hand slipped in the front of her robe to caress her bare breasts. Sandra came to kiss me, then whispered in my ear, "It's killing her having to submit to all of us. I love it. You're wonderful, boss." I winked at her. Jack stepped back and Jon took his place. "Good morning Mrs. Newsom." He bent for his morning tongue action, at the same time taking Mom's legs and uncrossing them. He worked his big black hand between her legs and pushed his middle finger in her newly shaved pussy. I saw a tear roll down her cheek, but she didn't try to stop him. When he drew back I shrugged off my robe and stood naked with my hard member waving at my mother. The other two men followed my example as Mom's eyes grew wide. "Stand up and lose the robe, Mom." With a stricken look she moved slowly to comply, soon standing naked in front of us. "Turn around and bend over with your hands on the chair arms." Mom bent to her task, with her tight shapely ass exposed to our gaze. She was sniffling softly as she held her submissive position. She had spread her feet apart without being told and her tits hung down prettily. "How does she look to you guys?" Everyone chimed in that she looked like a good hostess should. "Is everyone happy with what she did for you? Can I send her home now?" Jack replied that her pussy was nice and tight and it was a lot of fun having her suck him off, but he was disappointed he didn't get to cum in her cunt. Jon said that he liked her cunt, but it would have been better if she'd sucked him off to completion. Tears were dripping onto the chair as Mom listened to our conversation, her whole body trembling. "How about you, Sandra? Are you satisfied with her?" "I hate to say, Mr. Newsom." "Go ahead, Sandra. What's on your mind?" "Well, boss. I know how you love to fuck my little ass hole. I've been looking at hers and it's virgin. I'd love to see you plow a virgin ass open. And I just happen to have some lubricant I could put on your cock to make it go in easier. Want me to grease it for you?" Mom dropped her head on her arm and wailed at the latest news. I laughed out loud as Sandra opened the K-Y and spread a little on the purple head of my cock. I stepped behind Mom and gripped her hips while Sandra took my tool in her hand and lined it up with the poor woman's little brown eye. Mom was in a panic, but knew she would lose everything if she moved. I flexed my hips and forced the head past her sphincter with a satisfying "plop". She couldn't stifle the scream that escaped her lips. She had involuntarily tightened her ass before the invasion and it must have been horribly painful. I pumped deeper and deeper as Mom cried out with each stroke. "God damn, her ass is even tighter than her cunt." I remarked to the others. When I had given her a thorough ass fucking I drew back and invited Jon to try it. He wasted no time sinking his black cock in her ass. It wasn't as thick as mine, but it was longer and elicited more screams as he probed deeper than I had done. He banged her for at least ten minutes while her screams subsided to small cries of pain and humiliation. Always the gentleman, Jon withdrew to give Jack his turn. Jack had a shorter cock than either Jon or I, but it's girth was frightening. It was the thickest cock I'd ever seen. I thought Mom was going to pass out cold when he stretched her anus with his formidable weapon. As soon as Jack had enough I pulled Mom upright and sat in the chair she had been bent over. I made her turn and sit on me and forced my cock once again up her ass. Her face was a mess with the makeup running from her tears. I pulled her down until I was buried to the hilt in her behind. She was throwing her head from side to side in misery. She didn't realize what Jack had in mind when he pulled her legs apart and draped them over the arms of the chair. She thought he was just making her expose herself to us. She realized her mistake when he lowered his big body down on her tiny one. "Oh my God. No, please. You'll kill me. Not both of you. I can't take it. Have mercy on me. I'm your mother. You're going to rip your mother apart. AAAhhhhh! Ooooh it hurts so." Jack forced his big cock in Mom's clean shaven cunt, joining my cock already in her tight ass. She continued to beg until Jon turned her head to the side and forced his cock between her soft lips. It was made worse by his cock being freshly out of her ass. I don't know how he managed it, but he got his long black snake all the way in her mouth while she tried to grab an occasional breath of air. We fucked in unison until I couldn't hold back any more. With a bellow I shot my hot load in Mom's ass. That pushed Jack over the edge and he added his deep in Mom's pussy. Mom's throat convulsed as Jon's sperm shot deep in her mouth. It was all too much for Mom. Her abdomen spasmed in waves as she had a tremendous orgasm in spite of the pain and degradation. Mom collapsed back against me breathing heavily as Jon and Jack slowly withdrew. Sandra clapped her hands in delight. She was a perverted young thing, that's why I liked her so. "Get on your knees, whore, and suck Mr. Newsom's cock clean from your nasty ass." Mom looked at me with a pitiful expression. "I told you that when one of my people give you an order it's the same as if it came from me." Defeated, Mom lowered herself wearily to her knees and began the disgusting job of cleaning the cum and remnants of her ass from my cock. When it was done to Sandra's satisfaction Jack presented his member for Mom's attention. He must have awakened horney, because he quickly grew hard again in her mouth. She looked as if her lips would tear with his enormously thick cock stuffed there. He didn't delay and quickly came in her mouth again. She knelt there with a string of cum hanging from her chin that she didn't even try to wipe away. "Get your robe on, take your money and go home. Be ready to present yourself when I call." I spoke sternly. "Can I take a bath and get some more clothes, please." "I said put your robe on and get out of here. You'd better try not to get stopped by the police or you'll be arrested for exposure." We laughed as we watched her retreat, her tits and ass clearly visible through the thin robe and cum running down her thighs. I could imagine Dad's surprise when she arrived home. I would have to think of something entertaining for her next time. No doubt she was going to earn her money. END OF CHAPTER 1 His own mother? Well, I don't know about you, but I'm disgusted. If you want to be disgusted again tune in tomorrow. Same time, same station. DAVE E. 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