Futa MILFs and Their Hot Daughters Chapter 6: Futa-Mommies Love Their Daughters
Futa-mothers are getting naughty with their sexy daughters.
Futa-mothers are getting naughty with their sexy daughters.
My girlfriend, her hot daughter and her best friend give me the best birthday present ever!
This is the beginning of my slavery.
Leah has teased one guy too many at her high school. Now one decided enough is enough.
At a medical convention, a male doctor and a female doctor start eyeing each other. The male doctor asks her to dinner and she accepts.
As they sit down at the restaurant, she excuses herself to go and wash her hands.
After dinner, one thing leads to
another and they end up in her hotel bedroom.
Just as things get hot, the female doc interrupts and says she has to go and wash her hands. Once she comes back, they go for it.
After the sex session, she gets up and says she is going to wash her hands.
As she comes back the male doc says, “I bet you are a surgeon.”
She confirms, and asks how he knew.
“Easy, he said, you’re always washing your hands.”
“That’s very clever!” she says, “I bet you’re an anesthesiologist.”
“Wow, how did you guess?” he asked.
“I didn’t feel a thing!” she replied.
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Follow along as Holly, traveling by the name of Sammi Shepherd, hitchhikes across the country alone facing the dangers any attractive young lady might face and having daydreams and nightmares about the sexually depraved things Roger, her mom’s boyfriend, does to her, while she tries to establish a new identity and life for herself. You can find the other chapters as well as my other stories here: https://www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing
Being a forest ranger was boring often lonely work, that was why for a few weeks every summer she volunteered to come out and keep her father company at his cabin. This year was no different in that though whens he arrived her father had told her some interesting news. Apparently a pack of wolves had taken up residence in the forest not to far away. He told her if she was going to go out she should be careful.
This was a family tradition, she had been coming out here since she was a little girl, and had been trained to survive and find her way around by her father, she was at home in the woods as she was anywhere else. She spent her days out in the wood exploring and just enjoying being outdoors. She saw signs that the wolves might be in the area, but didn’t catch sight of them.
She did find a nice large pond though, so clear that she could see the sandy bottom, and it just begged to be swam in. She made plans to come out the next day, and she was glad she did the next day dawned hot and humid,a swim in the nice cool waters was just what she needed. She considered putting her bikini on under her shorts and tee shirt, and then decided against it, there was no one else around, no one to see if she decided to go skinny dipping. The thought of the cool water against her naked skin was enough to make her shiver, and it was definitely not because she was cold.
She packed a lunch and took it with her, arriving at the pond a little after midday and happy to see that the area was nice and shaded. She set down her backpack, and took another look around before starting to slid out of her clothing.
She slid out of her tank top, which was already stuck to her in places because of the humidity the dampness making her small nippled stand out, the soft Cotton of the tee-shirt rubbing against the sensitive skin as she slid out of it and set it to the side. She had always been rather proud of her body, from the strawberry blond hair that hung past the middle of her back to her long legs. Grabbing the top of the Short- shorts she had been wearing she wiggled out of the tight denim pulling her thin Cotton panties off with the shorts letting them slid down her legs and then using one small foot to kick them up onto the rock beside her shirt. Finally she spread out the large towel she had brought with her , so that once she was done swimming she could lay out in the warm sun to dry off.
She had no idea she was being watched.
She moved to the edge of the water carefully sticking a toe into it to see how cold it was going to be and was pleasantly surprised to find it cool but not cold, the water warmed by the sun. She climbed into the water sighing softly as she felt it lap up her legs as she slowly walked deeper into the pond, stopping when it reached her hips. She gasped softly softly as the cool water lapped almost hungrily as her carefully waxed pussy lips and inner thighs. She couldn’t help but run her hands down over her body pausing to pinch her pale pink nippls and cup her large breasts before sliding her hands down lower over her flat stomach, to her narrow hips, and then lower still slipping one finger between her pussy lips and lightly stroking her own clit.
Taking her hands away from her own body she dived into the deeper water of the small lake, and for the next hour she swam and played, stopping every so often to run her hands over her body, to slip one finger into her own pussy, teasing herself, keeping herself right on the edge of being turned on, and finally when she was too horny to wait anymore she climbed from the lake and threw herself down on the towel she had laid out earlier. The sun had moved, spilling golden light into the clearing and the water on her body shimmered as she ran her hands over herself. She pinched her nipples to attention drawing a soft sigh from her own lips before dropping her hands down pushing her own legs apart as wide as she could, the warm sun and breeze helping to tease her.
She started slowly at first using just one finger to lightly tease that little nub of flesh at the top of her entrance making small whimpering noises of pleasure. that first finger traveled down and slid into her hot, wet pussy causing her to moan and lift her slender hips up off the towel, soon that first finger was joined by a second. She was so intent on what she was doing she didn’t even hear them approach, attracted by the smell in the air and the soft sounds of her panting and moaning. her first warning that she was not alone was the hot breath against her pussy followed the a warm wet tongue. She jumped opening her eyes and looking around to find herself ringed by the pack of wolves her father had warned her about.
She stopped and stared. There were only four of them but they were huge, their bodies covered in coats that were various shades of gray and brown. She held perfectly still, or least that was her intention until she once again felt that hot wet tongue against the folds of her pussy. She moaned, lifted her hips eagerly against that tongue, a little surprised at herself.
She turned her head and blinked finding her face full of the long dark red cock of the wolf that was standing by her head. She blinked reaching out to wrap her fingers around that long, thick appendage, moving her head and licking it, tasting the hot salty taste against her tongue. She started to lick again but felt he wolf at her hips move, pawing at her body rolling her over. She willingly moved to her knees her legs spread wide, before turning her attention back to the wolf in front of her. She moved wrapping her lips around the head of the cock, starting to play with it with the tip of her tongue making the wolf growl and start to move his hips.
She felt it as the Wolf behind her climbed up over her back, it forelimbs wrapping around her hips and yanking her backwards, at the same time he pushed his hips forward his soft warm fur sliding over the tight, round cheeks of her ass, over her back. She moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth as the one mounting her from behind slid into her tight, wet body. She gasped as he pulled almost out of her only to shove into again harder this time.
The wolf that was in front of her moved turning his body, pulling himself free of her lips and mouth temporarily as he moved placing his paws on her shoulder and forcing her head down holding her there with his paws and he shoved his hips forward pushing his long, hard cock past her soft lips and into her hot, wet mouth. She moaned again closing her eyes and sucking greedily on what had she was been given.
The hot summer air was filled with the sound of her moans, and the growls of the wolves as they proceeded to shove themselves in and out of mouth and pussy the wet sound of their movements joining the growls and moans filling the air.
She was being fucked hard and fast the wolf behind her driving her forward so that the wolf in front of her cock went deep into her throat almost making her gag on it a couple of times but she just continued to suck and lick at it eagerly as the wolf behind her slammed himself deep within her body over and over again. She had never been this turned on in her life, and it was because she was being fucked by wolves.
She couldn’t believe this was happening, or how good it felt to be taken by them. She felt her body as she drew closer and closer to her climax, felt it building and then with a moan she came her body shuddering underneath them, her juice running down the wolf’s cock dripping down between her legs and the only things that kept her from collapsing on the ground was the wolf holding her hips with his legs. he continued slamming into her over and over again. She felt his growing inside of her, throbbing against her walls, and then at the last moment pulled out of her, and she felt his hot , sticky cum splashing over her ass, the back of her legs, and dripping slowly to the ground underneath her. A moment later her mouth and throat was filled with the salty cum of the other wolf spilling out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin, she pulled her head back, and swallowed eagerly, licking the cum from her lips.
The wolves for their part, now sated turned and walked back into the woods leaving her to collapse sideways on the blanket exhausted, covered in wolf cum.
She had taken care of two of the wolves but there were still two others that needed her attention…
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Ever since I was 15 I was obsessed with panties, and this obsession soon led me to one of the greatest events of my highschool years. I was already sniffing panties as often as I could because I had alot of friends that were girls. I would find a way to sneak into their rooms, and sniff their panties, occasionally I would get horny enough to masturbate with them and cum into them. But one day, this all changed.
When I was in highschool, my girl “best freind” was the single hottest girl I’ve ever met. She had a sexy body, a nice ass and perfect tits. I tried to get her to be my girlfreind countless times but she insisted we stayed friends. One night while at her house, I left my phone in her room on purpouse when I went downstairs to leave. As we got outside, I told her I left my phone in her room, so I went to go get it. As I climbed her stairs all I could think about was to get a pair of panties in my face, get her sweet pussy sent in my nose, and her soft underwear on my cock. I was rock hard.
As soon as I got into her room I lifted her hamper open, and found exactly what I was looking for.. A blue pair of satin panties that were freshly worn. I immediately put them to my face and got that unforgettably amazing smell in my nose, licked them and finally put them on my penis and came into them almost instantly. Suddenly, the door flew open and there she was standing in the doorway wondering if I found my phone, and Im here with my cock out pouring my cum into her panties. At first she seemed pissed, and I was so embarrassed, but as soon as I said sorry, she told me not to be and at this time I noticed that she was starting to pull off her sweatpants and I could see her lacy black thong coming into view.
I asked her what she was doing but she didn’t reply and walked towards me and my still hard cock and started pushing her tounge deep into my mouth and I did the same to her. I couldnt beleive this was happening. she soon was down to her thong and a matching bra showing off her amazing tits and pushed me onto her bed strattling me. My cock was rubbing against her amazing ass as she grinded me and began to take off her panties and bra. Precum began to drip from my cock and I noticed she was wet too. She asked if I was ready and I told her Ive been ready.
She lifted herself up and slid my cock slowly into her moist pussy, inching down until I was completely inside of her. I asked if she was on the pill and she was. she started riding me and bouncing up and down, her tits bouncing in my face. Her asscheeks meeting my thighs, and I told her I was going to cum. She stopped and turned reverse-cowgirl and caught some of her pussy juice and trarted to rum her little asshole with it. My heart started racing when she told me to put it in her ass. I asked if she was sure and she said of course, I wanted to cum too you know.. I guided my cock to her asshole and rubbed it around antil she begged me to put it in. I barely fit halfway into her but it felt great and she was moaning like crazy. After a while I was close to cumming, and it sounded like she was too. I could tell because her asshole was starting to grab my cock and convulse on it and this feeling was unreal. At the same time we both came and it was the greatest orgasm Ive ever had to this day. Afterwards we kissed for a long time, and she sucked me off, which made for my third orgasm of the night. She told me not to tell anyone ever, or shed tell everyone that she caught me jizzing in her panties. I agreed. This was the greatest day of my life so far. And Ill never forget it!
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Her head throbbed. It felt like it was physically increasing and decreasing in size. She didn’t move as she awoke, because she didn’t want to make the throbbing worse. She, quite simply, couldn’t think straight. It took all of her effort for her to remember that she’d been out at all last night, never mind the details, but even with that, she was certain that she’d done nothing to deserve this size of a hangover.
As she slowly became more aware of herself she realised that she was sat up. She lifted her head, and it was then that she realised that she wasn’t in her hotel. She knew this because her head was inside a sack. She opened her bulging and aching eyes to see nothing but pitch blackness. The sack over her head was blocking out all light. Her heart pounded.
Every move she made hurt and her body ached, but she tried with all the might she could to stand up, but to no avail. The sack over her head had been tied in place around her neck, not so tight as to cause her distress while breathing or swallowing, but tight enough to block out light and ensure any amount of head shaking to remove it would prove fruitless. There was a strap across her shoulders that held her to the chair, and her arms were strapped in place around the back of the chair at her wrists. Across her waist, a similar strap to that around her shoulders held her in place, and her legs were held apart by restraints at her knees and ankles. She was completely unable to move. She couldn’t stand, and trying to wobble the chair over proved utterly pointless as it was not only sturdy and strong, but apparently attached to the floor.
She began to cry. She wanted to scream but when she tried her voice simply cracked and croaked, and it felt as though her throat had been torn in two.
“Don’t cry Paris,” A voice near her said.
It was male, and old. It felt cold and sounded like gravel. There was an accent to. She bolted her head up painfully and tried to find where the sound was coming from, but without the ability to move, or see, it was pointless.
“You should be happy,” He continued. “I was instructed to ‘remove’ you. Killing you was not ruled out, and would have been much easier for me if I’m honest sweetheart.”
Her heart nearly stopped, and then it raced. She had stopped sobbing, but silent tears ran down her face, and she was barely breathing through her overwhelming fear. The pain in her head was still there, but it was a distant memory compared to the fear she was currently experiencing.
“Where am I?” She croaked.
“You need a drink Miss Hilton,” He said, as she finally recognised his English accent.
“Where am I?” She croaked again.
She heard running water, and it splashing into a glass. She thought of how amazing water would feel right now. How is would sooth so many of her aches and pains. But she knew this wasn’t a selfless gesture on the part of her captor. He could of killed her, he said so himself.
“You could call where you are, a basement,” His voice came. “But I wouldn’t. My basement is several soundproofed feet above our heads. Let’s call it…” He chuckled to himself here, “A dungeon.”
Her heart continued to pump a mile a minute, and now her breathing became rapid. She began to sob again, his voice cracking with each rasping breath.
He laughed.
“You need a drink, hold on.”
She felt it by her side and immediately began to struggle against her restraints without hope. She cried and allowed herself to really be afraid. She could felt it coming. He was going to hurt her in ways that she simply couldn’t even begin to imagine.
She felt something strange being wrapped around her head, and being tightened, firmly, around both the sack and over her eyes. She then felt the tie around her neck loosen. She began flinging her head back and forth wildly, but quickly stopped. Her head began to throb uncontrollably and she felt physically sick from the motion mixed with the fear. Her captor sighed at her, and then lifted the sack up over her mouth, and tied it in place with its drawstring just under her eyes.
“I don’t want you seeing me just yet,” He said softly, “But I’m not a monster. The drugs dehydrate you, and you probably feel a little sick. This water will help. Now stay still, I’ve put a straw in for you to make this easier.”
She felt the straw against her lips and contemplated whether or not to take the gesture for what he claimed it to be. She decided that it was either water, or poison, either would help her feel better right now. She sucked…
Icy cold water flooded her mouth and slid down her throat, coating the area that felt desert dry in glorious moisture. She once again began to cry, partially out of relief and joy at being alive, partially (and confusingly) out of utter fear of what was coming next. She felt droplets of water dribble down her chin as she cried, not tears, but the water from the glass as she struggled to keep it all in her mouth as she sighed in relief. All off her body felt drained of strength, and the water was so cold and refreshing that she was totally confused as to how she was meant to feel towards this man by her side.
“That better?” He asked.
She simply nodded. She refused to thank him. It sickened her just to acknowledge his existence.
He took away the glass and placed it down across the room and then he crouched back down at her side, where he had been before.
“I was paid to keep you out of the public eye. How I accomplished that feat was left entirely up to me, but I was hired because I’m the best. Where you are is a very long way away from where your security team thinks you are, and it’s going to be at least three more hours before they realise that you are gone at all. You’re several feet underground, in what is essentially a soundproof box of my own design and creation. No one but me knows it’s here, and only I know where the entrance is. Other than me, you are utterly, and totally, alone.”
He paused to let the last word sink in, and Paris Hilton, the world’s most famous “famous-for-being-famous” woman dropped her head into her chest in defeat. Her crying was once again silent, but this time it wasn’t fear, but complete hopelessness that had overwhelmed her.
“I’m not telling you this to scare you,” He continued, “I’m telling you because I want you to know that no matter what happens from here on in, you are my property. You belong to me and I can do with you as I wish. I have been paid incredible amounts of money to do things you wouldn’t ever even want to think about and I have more money than you could even dream of. As one of the richest women in the world, you should truly appreciate what I’m telling you there. I never have to work. I do it because I love it. I didn’t need the money I got for removing you from society, but quite honestly I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to do it. If they’d asked that I just kill you, I would’ve, but they didn’t. So now, you’re here, and you’re mine. The sooner you accept that and play by rules the easier things will be for you.”
The words washed over her. She knew he was telling the truth. She knew that her life as she knew it was over. She wanted to sigh. She wanted to cry. But she had lost the ability to do anything. The fight had totally left her and, for the moment at least, all she could manage was breathing.
He saw this. As he looked at her, her body language told him she was done. He never dreamed it would be this easy. This quick. He was now going to push it to its limit. The chair she sat on had missing slats in the seat and he had positioned her just so, in order to be able to access her pussy and butt through them. He smiled to himself and licked his lips in anticipation of his plan.
He moved to the back of the chair and slowly unhooked the restraints that held Paris’s hands in place. Her arms flopped lifelessly to her side, and he smiled at the thought of laying her over the table he had specially made to fuck her upon. He unhooked her shoulder restraints and walked around the chair to do the same with the strap around her waist. Swiftly, and without warning her elbow flung up and back, crunching into his groin. His knees buckled, and he fell to a knelling position on the floor by her side. Again she struck, and as his hands clutched his manhood as it burned with pain, her elbow smashed into the bridge of his nose. Tears filled his eyes and he began toppling backwards.
The fight was back. She had felt it flood back into her as he unhooked her hands. His over-confidence would be his downfall. She could live his slave, or die trying to escape. Sure, but what about option three? Escape and live. She focused on that and threw her hands up to free her eyes from their prison… But she couldn’t. The restraints had slowed the blood flow, and while her arms were operating at a strong enough capacity to destroy a man’s privates, her fingers just wouldn’t work for her. She couldn’t get them to lock on to the bag over her head… So she pushed. Using the palm of her hand she pushed the bag up, and slowly, light began flooding into her right eye, slowly she began to see out into the windowless room, with its bare concrete floor, its stainless steel furniture. By her side, she saw the shape of a man, balled up in agony, she couldn’t see his face at all, but as she tried in vain to shove the rest of her blindfold from her face she realised he was beginning to move. Rocking back and forth, he was growling through gritted teeth. As his noise became louder, and more guttural, she managed to get a hold on the bag. She ripped it from her face and let it fall to the ground, and she began fumbling at her waist strap, unhooking it much quicker than she’d expected, she moved to undo those around her knees.
Unfortunately, by this point, the man by her side, her captor was back on his knees, and as she gripped hold of the strap over her left knee, his fist swung into her stomach. The force of the punch folded her in half and she gasped for breath, like a fish out of water. Getting to one knee, he swiftly rose from the ground, swinging his lower knee into her forehead. The impact blinded her. All there was, was blackness all around her, inhabited by blinking white lights.
“You fucking stuck up little whore!” He growled. “You’re gonna pay for that very, very unwise little move!”
He slapped her across the face and her whole upper body toppled to the ground. She hung at an odd angle off the chair, as it was unable to fall and her legs were still strapped into place. Shooting pain sheered through her knees.
Grabbing her by the throat, her captor lifted her to her feet, and before she could re-focus her eyes, he thrust his head into hers. She crumpled, unconscious, back into the seat…
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When Paris awoke she immediately opened her eyes. Unlike last time she was no longer blindfolded, but she was laid on her front, naked, atop a very cold stainless steel table. Her head ached where she had been hit, twice, with real force, and she struggled to move as her hands were handcuffed to the table and restricted any movement she tried to make. She swung her head back and forth to see if she was alone, but could see nothing behind her clearly. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that he was there, with his back to her, but she could see him in any real way. She tried to move her legs, but they seemed to be held apart by solid steel restraints just above the knees, preventing any kind of movement from side to side. Her pelvis hung over the edge of the table.
“You are now at the perfect fucking height,” Her captor’s voice came from behind her.
She tried to shift around, but nothing she did gave her a better view of him than she had already seen from the corner of her eye.
“The perfect height for what?” She replied, indignantly.
“Fucking, you dumb little bitch!” He growled back, “The perfect FUCKING height!! Before you had a choice! Before I was gonna take it slowly! Before you might have enjoyed it! But now… Now, I’m just going to fuck you in every hole you have without regard for your pleasure, your body, or your safety. You’re nothing to me but a wet warm hole to stick my cock in, you dirty little slut!”
Fear shot through her. Her nudity and compromising position had occurred to her, but she had staved off the idea that her captor would sink as low as to actually rape her. She tugged at the cuffs on her wrists, causing herself great pain at the same time. She wriggled her hips from side to side, in the vain hope that somehow she’d wriggle free, but the restraints holding her legs up kept her from gaining any real momentum.
As she struggled, he walked in-between her flailing legs. He looked down at her perfectly smooth pussy lips and felt a deep need to be inside them. He to, was naked, his hard cock stood straight and true in front of him and pulsed as he watched her buck against her restraints. Her butt moved from side to side in the most hypnotic way. Her struggling caused her breathing to increase and as she felt his presence she panicked. Her breathing was rapid, and she started to squeal.
“Please God! Please God! No.” She pleaded.
He grabbed her by her hips and pushed her down, against the table, then moving forward, he rubbed the head of his throbbing cock against her hairless pussy lips. She tried to buck him off with all her might, but the pressure on her hips was too much for her to move him.
“No… Please no,” She whimpered. “Please…”
Pushing her down with the palm of his left hand with enough force to stop her bucking entirely he used his right hand to guide his cock into her. He rubbed his bulbous cock head against her hot pussy and he was unsurprised to feel her lips beginning to lubricate. He’d done this before. He knew, no matter how afraid a woman was of being fucked against her will, her body would always betray her at some point. Just, not usually this quickly. He chuckled to himself as Paris realised what her own body was doing and her head dropped, with a thud, onto the steel. She began to weep, with juddering breaths, tears and sobs. She cried.
Gripping his manhood in his hands tightly, he slowly began to penetrate her soft, tight hole with his long, wide length. He was just over nine inches and he was girth-y for his size. As he eased himself into her (more for his own comfort than hers) he could feel her sobbing contracting the muscles in her cunt. He loved that feeling. Sliding himself in further, he let go of his cock, and instead grabbed her long blonde hair, and as he thrust his full length into her, her pulled her back as far as her restraints would allow. She screamed in agony, and his cock pulsed as her vaginal walls tightened around his thick shaft.
Pushing down on her lower back with his left hand and gripping her hair in his right, he slid his throbbing member in and out of her now dripping pussy. She was screaming in pain, and tears were streaming down her face, as he began to push himself deeper, harder and faster into her hot hole. As he gained speed her let go of her hair, and her body dropped with a thud onto the cold steel of the table he had designed specifically. It was the perfect height for his cock to intrude upon any girls slit, were she strapped to it.
He gripped both of her hips and began pounding away at her hot and wet little cunt. Thrusting himself into her as she bellowed with fear, disgust and pain… But he could hear pleasure to. She was beginning to enjoy it. Her lack of control, his forceful nature, the brutality of his huge cock impaling her tiny hole. She could feel it to. She could hear herself beginning to enjoy this hell of an experience, and that recognition made her sick, but she got wetter. His massive rod, ramming in and out of her twat was mercilessly rubbing her G-spot and making her dizzy with excitement. As her crying subsided and she gripped the sides of the steel platform she laid upon, her breathing rapid, she suddenly felt wave upon wave of pleasure ripple through her body. She shook violently, almost in an epileptic fit of orgasm, as her pussy contracted around its violent invader and her slippery cum dribbled out of her, dripping to the floor and coating her captors’ erection. His large muscular hands were almost wide enough to wrap entirely around her tiny waist, and as he dug his fingers into her hip sockets, he pushed his thumbs into the base of her spine and, feeling her orgasm, let out an almighty bellow of his own. He increased his speed as he ploughed his rock hard cock deep into to her. Her skin around his hands went white under the pressure of his grip, and her buttocks twitched, as he watched himself move in and out of her. He slowed himself down once again, and smiled.
“You liked that, didn’t you? You dirty fucking slut. You love getting raped don’t you?” He said, as her body went limp and she breathed heavily; lay out flat on the ever more heated steel. Her body causing moisture and condensation to form all around her. “You’re not going to fucking like this. I guarantee it.”
She had tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but never had she had such an intense orgasm, or one that came upon her so quickly. She didn’t know the man currently violating her body, she had no idea what he looked like, or his name, but he was a dominant sexual predator and she was entirely at his mercy, and as much as she hated herself for it, she absolutely loved his dick inside her hot, wet pussy.
Such a shame for her then that he now removed it. Coated in her pussy juices (her intense orgasm had created them in abundance) he moved up slightly and pushed himself against the little puckered mouth of her anal cavity. Her body, entirely drained of energy from her orgasm, twitched in an effort to keep him out of her but to no avail, he simply held her down once more with his left hand and pushed against that tiny, tight hole with his throbbing hardon, and as his bulging head began to penetrate her ass Paris hummed out a noise of discomfort and disapproval. Her whimper only solidified his already solid resolve to continue her humiliation and sexual abuse, and he pushed against her harder. Again, moving slowly to ensure his own comfort, he used her own sexual oils as lubricant to insert his oversized penis into her out hole and slide inside her. As she whimpered in pain, he let out a low, satisfied growl.
She felt him entering her ass, and knew that he could easily tear her in half. She thought about all of the men she had been with, almost countless, and not a one had given her an orgasm like the one she’d just felt. Not a one had been as thick as him either. His length wasn’t the problem, but his girth and his brutal manner both pained and pleasured her equally. His growling, as he pushed into her deeper, was so primal. He pussy began to get wet from the idea of what was about to happen to her. Her fear that he would plunge into her without regards for her body, was mixed with curiosity as to how that would feel. She had begun his sexual assault on her pussy with nothing but fear and ended it with the most intense sexual feeling she had ever had. Her anticipation was getting the better of her, and as she continued to whimper, she knew that she was becoming more and more excited by his invasion upon her. She knew she was lost. She was a slut…
His slut.
She began to beg, under her breath that he stop, repeating the word over and over. “Please stop,” she said. “Please.”
But she knew that her whimpers and whisperings were nothing to him, and that all her begging would make no difference. She knew that her unwillingness only spurred him on, and yet she continued. His huge pole slowly sliding into her butt, he stopped halfway and slid out once more. He began a rhythmic motion, and with each forward thrust he pushed his cock deeper into her ass. With each movement he made, all he could feel was the strangling around his rock solid cock. It was intensely pleasurable for him. While she whimpered and begged under him, he could feel her ass gripping him tightly, and after her orgasm around his length only moments early, he felt his balls ready to explode.
He began to thrust more forcefully, filling her deeper than she had ever been filled before. She was aware that the pain she was feeling was much more than the pleasure she had gotten from the anticipation and her begging became more resigned. She didn’t want to feel his cock rip her ass to pieces and her fear began to come back fully, penetrating her as deep as he was. His cock throbbed inside her and all she could think was that at any moment he would tear into her, breaking her entirely and destroying her hole…
But then, without warning she felt hot sprays of cum inside her ass, coating her inner walls with his gooey spunk. He grunted as his whole body twitched into her hole and he gushed into her, filling her up with hot, sticky liquid. She actually began to cry with relief that he’d finished so swiftly, and confusion about the fact that his release had made her pussy juices flow again and she was now ready for more of his violation inside her cunt.
As he shot his final stream of cum into her, he collapsed onto her back, pressing her body against the steadily cooling steal beneath her. Her breath forming condensation upon it, as his breath tickled the back of her neck and he grunted with pleasure. His softening penis began withdrawing from her, and strangely, both of them began to laugh. It was entirely involuntary on both their parts, but the feeling of his soft cock sliding out of her tight ass was tickling the nerves in both of their sensitive areas. Unable to hold back the pair laughed and suddenly each was humanised to the other.
He pushed himself up off of her, and stared down at her body, trussed up for his pleasure. He had raped many women in his time, but none like her. None had actually enjoyed his invasion upon their bodies and none had shared in laughter with him after the fact. As much as he felt no sorrow for what he had done (her body lay prone as it was simply for his enjoyment as his cock twitched in approval at the sight) he knew he was done with her for the moment.
Silently he unclipped her leg restraints and then walked around the table to un-cuff her hands. She looked up at him for the first time, and her bright blue eyes locked onto his face. Had she not just been violently and brutally raped by the man she would almost describe him as sweet looking. His hair was black, dusted with grey and his eyes were a deep blue. His face showed age, but not nearly as much as she could see in his eyes, but as her eyes travelled down his body it became even more difficult to judge. Was he not naked, she would’ve guessed he was in his mid to late forties (and still been wrong) but his body was more ripped and buff than any man she’d ever dated, he was clearly in great shape.
She slid herself into a seated position on the table without breaking eye contact with him. She stared up at him, and could feel his warm semen slowly seeping out of her butthole onto the surface beneath her. It was strangely pleasurable for her, and made it hard for her to keep her eyes on his, without betraying her body’s readiness for more.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“David.” He replied.
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Davis has been helping to keep his mother sexually satisfied so she would not go outside the home for sex. Nowhis sister comes home for school vacation. Will they let he know and will she koin in the family fun?
I’m a 34 yr. old man dating a 38 yr. old woman with a 19 yr. old daughter, still living at home and a 16 yr. old nephew that stays with her on most weekends and during breaks from school. I went over one Saturday about a month ago and just let myself in as was usual as I’ve been dating Melissa for about 8 months now and was under the impression that I was expected.
I walked through the kitchen and not seeing anyone started to make my way into the living room. As I was about to step across the threshold, I heard a moan escape someone’s lips that turned into an, “Oohhh shit Aunt Mel!” Hearing that should have prepared me for what I was about to see, but needless to say my jaw still dropped when I rounded the partition wall and saw reflected in the mirror my girlfriend kneeling in front of her nephew running her tongue up and down the length of his cock. Now, I’m not small, I have a good 8 inches, but this kid had to be packing about 6 1/2 inches himself.
As I stood there, slackjawed and dumbfounded not knowing whether to raise hell or quietly slip out, I realised my own cock had stiffened watching Melissa lick her teenage nephews cocklike her favorite popsicle and only snapped out of it when she finally took him wholly in her mouth and he released another,
“Aahhh man!” (Or it might have been Amen as I was a bit entranced when it happened) But I found myself sticking around to watch desptie my earlier reaction. I stuck around for another 5 or 6 minutes watching my girlfriends head bob up and down on his young cock, before finally deciding to leave. As I turned though I heard, “Aunt Mel, I’m gonna cuummm!” I looked back just as he went into full convulsions thrusting his hips into her eager mouth. The kid must have cum a full gallon because she kept swallowing for several seconds and being the pro cock sucker she is not missing a drop.
After watching this display I quietly let myself out and started making my way home to contemplate how I was going to contemplate this. But first thing on my mind was handling my own aching hard-on. I hadn’t gotten more than a couple blocks away when my cell phone rang. “I thought you were coming over.” she said. I had to pull over to talk as I was having a horrible time thinking of what to say, so I tried playing dumb. “I just haven’t made it over yet.” “Oh, ok.” she said with a hint of disbelief in her voice. “Well, when are you coming?” “I don’t think I’ll be able to make it today.” I told her, still unsure of what to do or say. With more than a little disappointment in her voice she asked, “Didn’t you like the show I put on for you?” What the fuck?, I thought but still didn’t let on. “Huh?” was the only response I could muster. “I thought you’d enjoy it, you’re always talking about wanting to see me with someone else.” Ih ad said that many times but never imagined it’d be with her nephew. “I just never thought…..” At this she started laughing, “I told you when we started dating that I came from a wild family!” She then proceeded to tell me that this was a bit of a tradition in her family, how her Aunt and Uncle, then her Mother had initiated her and her brother when she was about 12. How she had given Shawn his first blowjob on his 13th birthday and took his virginity on his 14th. And how she first engaged her daughter Crystal in mutual masturbation when she was 12 and had turned her into a master pussy eater within 4 months and watched her brother fuck her when she turned 13.
By the time she finished I was pouring sweat and my cock felt like it was going to burst through my pants. I sat there for what seemed like forever when she asked, “I”ve completely freaked you out haven’t I?” “I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore but PLEASE don’t tell anyone!!” “Truth is, I don’t think I’ve been more turned on in all my life.” “Really?” she asked with a bit of mischief in her voice. “Was there anything you would have liked me to do different?” “Well, I’d liked to see him cum on your face or tits like I usually do.” “I usually just have him do that when we fuck, but if you wanna come over now you can cum all over me if you want!” I told her that I was turning around right then but that it would be a definite quickie as I was about to explode already. “That’s ok,” she said, “Shawn just left for a while and Crystal won’t be home for bout an hour, IF you think you’re ready to see that.” “I’m sure I will be by the time she gets there.” I said.
When I walked in the door she met me with a passionate kiss. Then dropped another bomb. “Slight change of plans.” She then proceeded to strip me down and bind my hands behind me before sitting me on the couch. “This is so you don’t get yourself off before I’m ready.” She then explained that she wanted to time my blowjob with Crystals arrival like she had timed Shawn’s with mine. She wasted no time in stripping off her own clothes and teasing me to damn near the breaking point. She started by rubbing her foot along my thigh. I warned her that if she didn’t want me to cum just yet not to touch my cock. She just grinned ear to ear and told me, “I know what I’m doing.” She then stood on the couch and lowered her nearly hairless cunt just inches from my face. She began making grinding motions towards me so that I could smell and nearly taste her sweetness.
Trying to keep from just knocking her over and forcing my cock on her somehow I asked, “So ummm, Crystal and Shawn, do they…” She laughed at this and lowered herself a little further sothat her (albeit a little saggy but still beautiful) 34B tits and raven-black hair were in my face and her cunt hovered barely above my cock. Still laughing a little she said, “He had her bent over the kitchen sink when I came in for breakfast this morning, she said she just needed a little before work.” Then with her feet on the floor she kneeled in front of me and said, “I wish she’d hurry so I can put your cock in my mouth.” “That makes 3 of us, you, me, and my cock.” I replied. She then lowered her mouth so close that I could feel her breath on the head of my dick. She then raised up and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Be right back.” I know she was only torturing me because she was gone for nearly 10 minutes for what should have taken 10 seconds.
When she came back she had both hands behind her back. “I’m giving you one out, if you’re sure you’re ready to see me with Crystal and can wait for her to get home, we’ll keep this up. If not tell me and I’ll suck you off right now.” “No I can take it.” Which felt like a lie. She pulled out her left hand with a phone in it. She called her daughter and after asking her how long she’d be said, “Good. Scott’s here for a family meeting.” With a wink to me. She smiled and said, “Even better.” “She said she was planning on making a few stops on the way home but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait and she’d be here in about 15 minutes.” Then she sat in the floor and spread her legs before revealing a vibrator in her right hand. “In the meantime…..” I was helpless to watch while she ran the shiny gold toy up her slit to her enormous clit. Melissa always had a large clit which made for some very intense orgasms, but like my cock I’d never seen it swelled like this before. It didn’t take long for what seemed to be several orgasms caused her body to vibrate and her cunt to leave a rather large puddle on the tile floor. She looked like she was ready to give out but then stuck the tip of the vibrator in her slick hole while she laid all the way back and at first slowly, then with more force with each thrust began to fuck herself furiously with the toy. Her heavy breathing and moans became cries of pure ecstacy as another wave of orgasms took her and another flood spilled onto the floor. Her body shook so much I thought she would faint. And her screams became so loud we almost didn’t hear Crystal’s car door shut.
With seemingly renewed energy, she leapt towards me and unbound my hands. With her hands still holding my wrists, she put her face nose to nose with mine and through her labored breathing whispered, “Soon.” Gone were her playful smiles, replaced by a look of pure lust. As soon as the kitchen door closed Melissa called out, “In here sweetie.” I turned to see Crystal with the same look on her face as her Mothers biting her lower lip standing next to the same wall from where I watched Melissa suck the cum from her nephew’s cock not an hour before. As I looked at this gorgeous 19 yr. old girl I felt Melissa’s mouth engulf nearly all my cock at once. I turned back just as she brought her head up and took it all on the second try. As I had promised her earlier it wasn’t long, maybe 8 or 9 trips up and down my shaft before I announced, “Now baby!” She removed her mouth from me, just as the first massive shot hit right below her nose. The second and third hit her lips and cheeks, while she opened her mouth for the next couple swallowing some and allowing the rest to drip down her chin where it mingled with the last shots and dripped down onto her chest. She got up off her knees and after another deep kiss sat next to me spreading her legs. She then looked at her daughter and told her, “Now sweetie, come clean Mommy up.”
Crystal started walking towards the couch leaving a trail of clothes behind her. And as she stood naked in front of her Mother in all her glory, I had never really noticed before just how much they looked alike. Except for Crystal’s hair having a few blonde streaks, and her tits being more perky and a bit larger, (I’ve since learned they’re 36C) and standing a little taller, (Melissa is 5’3″ Crystal is 5’5″) they could be sisters.
She knelt in front of her Mother, and used her right hand to caress Melissa’s neck before leaning in and seperating her lips with her tongue and delivering the most erotic kiss I’d ever witnessed. When their lips parted a string of my cum dangled between them until Crystal stuck her tongue out to bring it in. Then using it like a sponge, she began licking and sucking on Melissa’s face and tits until she had consumed every last drop. Then looking over at me with a smile, began kissing her slowly down her chest to her belly taking a moment to run her tongued around the belly button before taking her clit between her lips and tugging on it several times then sticking her tongue deep into the very pussy that had birthed her 19 yrs. before.
Melissa leaned her head back and through biting her lower lip let out a moan that said more than words could. I watched while she ran her fingers through her baby’s hair grinding her hips against her face and with her other hand began to rub her clit so hard I was waiting for it to burst into flames.. After about 5 minutes of Crystal orally probing her pussy and her own clit stimulation Melissa let out a cry of, “Oohhh honey…honeyyy!!” The convulsions in her body and thrusting of her hips as she pu;;ed Crystal’s face deeper into her told the tale. After the orgasm ceased Crystal stayed buried in her Mom’s cunt for another few seconds, making sure every drop was taken in. “Just like a good little girl.”
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Cindy and Sindy are in trouble.
A concluding part to the series. The witches are leaving.
A young boy betrays his friend and fucks her mom
A Fantasy I wrote for my wife.
This is my first story, it’s semi true. Feel free to leave ANY criticism you want to. Names have been changed.
Lust and Horny
The Frigid Female Boss
….The big boss, a Mr. Kirk called me into his office. He motioned me over to the side of his disk. He pushed a button and his door locked. He had me sit down. He leaned over and talked real low. “James, I’m sending you on a fact finding spy mission. There is a woman head of accounting, a Ms. Grant. I need to know all about. Her ‘personal’ life. That’s all you need to know if anybody ever asked questions. Just say you ‘figured’ she was up for a promotion and had to be looked into, but you really don’t know.
…. Now …between you and I, she a cold woman and I want to know why….because I would love to fuck her. If she’s into women or something else, I can stop my efforts. See what you can find out, OK?…now…you’ll be with ‘new projects’ that you can’t talk about…got it.”
I said I understood and top secret all the way.
…..I left and thought, oh my. A boss who can’t make time with a female employee and wants me to spy on her so he can use the information to get to her somehow. I laughed. I spotted Ms. Grant or ‘Janice’ the day she got here, and If anybody is going to fuck her, it will be me. She’s fucking beautiful. A natural blond, big tits, and models face, hot legs and I can make her laugh. That was the one thing that her daddy never warned her about, ‘watch out for the guy who make’s you laugh’.
She was all business, her parents have big bucks and she gone to the finest schools. She very smart and is about 22 and already head of accounting….but is totally NOT street wise at all. I think an ice cream cone would get you in her pants.
…..Now to devise a plan that gives me a reason to make a lot of contact with her. Nice work just looking at her. I got a clip board and some papers about nothing and a cover page I made up that said. ‘Special Projects – Confidential’ on it. Now to see ‘Janice’ and set her up.
….I went to her office and knocked on her door. She looked up and gave a little smile and said to come in. She put on her ‘all business’ air and said: “James, what are you doing here”. I said putting my hand over my heart: “Oh Janice, I just had to see you again..” “JAMES!”….Ok, and explained I was sent to check on any dishonest employees, but posing as special projects. “James, don’t lie to me, and don’t stand so close to me please.”
…..I said: “But Janice, you smell like fresh flowers and it makes me want to dance.” She gave out a tiny chuckle. “James, don’t try any of your tricks to get my attention, they won’t work. “ I said:
“I made you laugh, nanner nanner.”
…..She couldn’t hold back and laughed, but quickly composed herself. “James, don’t be a pest, can’t you see I’m busy.” I looked at her desk and she was drawing a guy dancing with flowers.” I quick snatched if from her and went “Wow, is this me!” Her face got pink and she pointed…”Get out of my office and give me that paper back.” I put the picture down my pants and said: “Come and get it.”
…..She glared at me and slowly got up out of her chair. She walked over to me and held out her hand. She whispered: (“…give me that back you little shit!”) I said back: (“..give me a kiss and I will”) She got this stunned look on her face and looked all around first. She pecked me on the lips. I reached in my pants, and faked like I had to reach way down to get her little drawing.
…. She almost smiled. I gave her the paper back. She half smiled and put it in her bra. She said: “This not the time or place to play your little games.” I said: “Oh Janice…I forgot to write something on that paper, can I go get it?” She didn’t know what to say except ’no’, but… she wanted a good reply to me. She whispered: (“..it will cost you a dinner James, tonight at my house at 7 sharp, and don’t you be late.”)
…..I couldn’t believe my ears, she actually invited to dinner at her house! I said: “Address.” She wrote it down and then said: “Out!” I felt I was making progress with the ‘ice queen’, as every guy called her.
….I arrived at her house…oh… a big money place and knocked. She answered wearing a prim and proper blouse and matching skirt. She said for me to sit on her plush couch and sat beside me. “James, we have to have a talk. My job demands that I’m very professional, and YOU are messing with that. I want you to try and behave your self around me. Others can see us. OK?…and don’t call me Janice, it Ms. Grant…OK?
… I turned and looked at her. She wouldn’t look at me. I said: “But we’re not at work now, Janice.” She began to smiled. “James, your so…so…stop looking at me that way, I’m trying to help you be….” I started looking down her cleavage. “James…James don’t do that, that paper isn’t there anymore. James …I….”
….I picked up her hand and kissed it, and continued to hold it. She shivered and went into shock. Her cold hand started to tremble a little, but she didn’t pull it away. “James, I haven’t been around much, and when you do something like that I don’t know how to respond…OK?…James I …well I think I like you…but…” I said: “I think in Europe the ’lady’ would return the ’kiss’, but only on the man’s lips…” She just sat there frozen. I said: “Let me demonstrate.” I leaned over and kissed her softly. Her hand slowly squeezed mine. She sucked big air when I stopped. I wondered if she had ever kissed a man before. She swallowed hard. “James!…don’t do that!“ I said: “So…what makes you wet?”
…..She looked puzzled. She said: “Wet?….well the shower, the swimming pool, gardening and doing dishes…” I somehow kept from laughing. She asked: “Wet, why are you asking me that?” I thought…oh man, this girl is really naive, I’m going to have fun with her.
…..”There is one more place that gets ‘wet’ on special occasions.”
She looked puzzled again.
“Let me demonstrate again.” I turned her to lay across my lap. I told her to close her eyes. I started in with little kisses on her face. Here came her breathing again as she gasp a little. I said tell me if you feel a place that is starting to get ’wet’. She began to relax and returning my kisses. I put her hand on her tit. She jumped at first then I guided it all around both tits. She kept breathing hard and gasp more. I kept it up and now she was getting into it and started to moan a little. She was beautiful and I got an erection going good. She had to have felt it in her side. I noticed her kicking her shoes off and twitching her legs and feet.
….. Now I kissed her with passion and teased her lips with my tongue. I pushed my tongue in until it touched hers. Now she was really getting hot and squirming. She whispered: (“oh James, I feel dizzy…(gasp)..but I’ll have to admit, I like this.”) I kept moving her hand over her tits and then I just let mine continue on doing the feeling. I unbuttoned her blouse. I gently let my hand feel her neck and drift down over her bra. She moaned so sweet. I slipped my hand under her bra an felt the most beautiful set of tits with bare skin. Now she did the kissing and her tongue was real active. I went for her tummy. I gently ran my hand over it, coming ever closer to her skirt waist. I kept it up and was about ask her if she felt anything getting wet ..yet, when she stopped and whispered: (“I feel something else wet now. I didn’t know you meant down…”there”…” I said: “I don’t believe you.” She said: “It is too! …it’s wet down…’there’…feel for your self. “
…..Ahhhh the magic words…’feel it for yourself’…..
Janice thought….
…..Well my little ‘naive’ act is working well. I had him in my sights right away. He’s cute and makes me laugh. Ok James, go for my pussy and finger me, I like that. He’ll make a good little love slave, doing all he can to please me. Wait until I get him naked and get my hands on his erection. He’ll do what ever I want him to. Right now I want him to take me in my bed and have some good healthy sex, with me. God… he can make me so damn hot. I better be careful or I’ll end up being his love slave…..which…I think I might like.
….I slowly slipped my hand the waist of her skirt. My ego told me what a great score I was making and what a cool guy I was, putting the make on Janice…but…something caught my attention. First, she had on no panties, second I felt a shaved runway of pubic hair. This did not fit a naïve girl. Janice moaned and squirmed as I felt her wet pussy. She whispered: (“I think my bedroom would be more private.”)
….Ok…I got up and picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. It was awesome. All dark and seductive looking. Erotic pictures on the walls and all. I placed her on her back and proceeded to take her clothes off. She did the same to me, and fast. She got on top of me quickly and held my handd down. She had suddenly become this wild woman, kissing my body all over and moaning as she did it. “James, you ‘can’ keep your mouth shut, can’t you.” I nodded my head as she slithered down to my erection. She started in licking it and moaning and making pleasure sounds.
….. She jacked, sucked and felt every part of it. She had this sexy smile as she came up and started kissing my neck and face. She reached down and put my rock hard cock in her pussy. Now she started in slow fucking me, rocking her hips back and forth as she gasp for air. “Oh god James….you feel so good.” she said. She moved my arms and legs just where she wanted them and held me tight. She drove her wet pussy in deep and moaned each time it touched bottom. She was so turned on she scared me a little.
….Now Ms. Ice queen was a wild animal and she had me locked up tight in her grip. Now she got me so excited I started fucking her with all I had. Our bodies slapped together and she got wilder and started driving her tongue deep in my mouth. “Fuck me James,” she said. “Make me cum hard James, cum with me James, oh god yes!” She started squeezing all the air out of my chest and clamped my cock in her pussy tight. She began to say “oh baby…oh baby” and then growled as I had to shoot my load in her. She squirmed as if in pain as she must have had a good climax. Her whole body fucked me hard…..
….What a wild fuck she was as I lost my breath as she kept fucking and squirming on me. We were burning up with the heat. She started to purr like a content cat. Her pussy still moving on my cock as she looked so content. All finally got quiet as her pussy savored my cum running out of her pussy. She slow squirmed to feel it.
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….I knocked on Mr. Kirk’s door and he waved me in. I walked over and sat close to him. He put his head down to hear me whisper my findings about Ms. Grant. I said one word
“Lesbo”
He shook his head in disappointment, thanked me and I left.
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I tried to be as realistic as possible and hopefully the story will give an idea of my experience when I got lucky when I least expected it.
Business losses are not always unlucky.
My Freshmen Year of highschool Biology class… My first story so please leave feed back!
Elena’s just moved into a new apartment, only to find out its old inhabitants are still around. The dark sprits demand to be satisfied and unbeknownst to Elena… she’ll satiate all of their needs, whether she wants to or not.
Combat can be punishment… at least for the loser.
This story is fiction. All names are pseudonyms.
My spankings 1
My wife doesn’t like to spank me so much as to watch me get spanked, and I get spanked regularly by her sister Joan.
I am 25 and my wife Cathy is 23 but Joan is older, about 40. She is quite tall with a nice figure, pale white skin and dark black hair which she likes to wear in a bun. She usually wears tweeds or mannish looking clothes, which make her look attractive but severe.
When she comes to visit she always smiles when she first sees me. This is because she knows my wife has been saving up her list of my transgressions that I am to be disciplined for. For the same reason, I can’t help but blush when I first say hello.
It is part of the routine that we don’t talk at all about what is going to happen during the day. Of course I know I am going to be punished and hurt and badly humiliated and to tell you the truth some times I even get a hard on thinking about what is going to happen. Joan notices when this happens, of course, because it means even further punishment, but she never says anything about it during the day. She just smiles at me with that knowing smile of hers.
It all happens after dinner. I do the dishes and put them away. Then I go upstairs and strip naked, and then come down to the living room where my wife and her sister are having coffee. I have to stand naked in the middle of the room while Cathy tells her sister what I’ve been up to.
“He was half an hour late getting home from work on Thursday,” Cathy will say, for example.
“That will be 25,” says Joan, and they both giggle in appreciation of what’s going to come.
The list continues with things like I left dirty dishes in the sink, or I was impolite to a friend, or I didn’t wash my hands before dinner, and it always gets to more than a hundred when Joan says, “That’s enough, dear. Let’s begin.”
The first thing I have to do is walk over to Joan and bend over in front of her and spread my bottom cheeks. She reaches in her purse and pulls out a white cotton glove, which she put on her hand before sticking her finger up my rectum. She then examines the glove to see if it is clean. If not, I will have to go to the bathroom and have her give me an enema before my spanking. I just hate that, so I am generally very careful to be clean back there when I know she is coming for a visit.
After the examination, she will motion for me to get over her knees. She will usually hoist up her dress before having me do this, since she knows I may come while she is spanking me. She puts the glove away, and after an agonizing waiting time I feel the sharp clap of her hand on my poor bottom.
“One,” I say. “Thank you ma’am.” And then comes another, and another and another, with me thanking and counting as we go. I am usually crying by the time we get to about twenty. I don’t try to hold back the tears, as I know she going to have me crying eventually anyway and the sooner the better as far as everyone is concerned.
From time to time during the spanking my wife will come over and put her hand under my chin so that I have to look up at her with my tear filled eyes. She is usually laughing or at least smiling when she does this, and she will say things like, “Give it to him good, Joan, really let him have it. He deserves it.”
It doesn’t really matter how many spanks they have decided I should get. Joan just keeps at it until she gets tired, which can often be a long long time. I know I have counted over 200 more than once, and as we go along, I am crying so hard it is difficult for me to even count out loud. I know that both of them love this and it would be foolish to try and hold back the tears.
When Joan decides she is finished, she orders me to get up, go to the middle of the room again, and bend over. Then I have to pull my badly punished bottom cheeks apart so they can both inspect the damage in general and the area immediately around my rectum in particular, with both of them fingering me there.
Some times at this point my wife will grab my balls and give them a hard squeeze, which always causes me to jump up and scream in agony. This aways causes both of them to laugh and sometimes Joan will say, “Do it again, Cathy, you know he loves it.” And of course I don’t as you can well imagine.
This is usually the end of the session and I am allowed to go upstairs to my separate bedroom, but sometimes if they see I still have a hard on they will want to watch me masturbate. This means I have to sit naked on the floor in front of them and do it. This means I will cum all over the rug and I then have to kneel down and lick up my cum before I am permitted to leave. And God help me if I fail to cum, because then I will get another 50 or so spanks across my stern sister-in-law’s lap before I am allowed to go to bed.
As humiliating as all this is, last week was much worse. They had talked about inviting their mother and father over to watch my punishment, and last week they did it.
After dinner I had to come down to the living room naked with the older Mr. and Mrs. Coburn there to watch my humiliation. When Joan used the white cloth glove to check my rectum, her mother asked to see it.
“It looks reasonably clean,” Mrs. Coburn said, “but that shouldn’t stop him from getting a good punishment enema anyway. Let’s take him upstairs and I’ll show you how to stick a tube in his ass in a way that he won’t forget.”
I was trembling as I mounted the stairs with my wife, her sister, and their Dad and Mom following behind.
“Charles can tell you what one of my enemas is like,” said Mrs. Coburn, referring to her husband, “Can’t you darling?”
“I sure can,” he said, “and I can also tell you I am glad to see it happening to someone else and not me.”
There were two things about Mrs. Coburn’s enema that made it especially embarrassing. First of all, she must have spent a good five minutes lubricating my asshole and then probing it with her finger before inserting the tip of the enema tube. But what was much worse was that after I had taken all the liquid I could possibly hold, I had to stand naked in the hallway outside the bathroom and wait until the old lady gave me permission to use the toilet.
“Are you having a problem just standing there?” she said to me with a smile. “I’ll tell you what will make it easier for you. Why don’t you do a little dance for us?” I thought she was kidding but she was not. I had to do a sort of naked jig to everyone’s amusement, until I finally said with tears in my eyes, Please, please let me use the toilet.”
“Does John want to go potty then?” said Mrs. Coburn. “I’ll tell you what. We’ll all decide together. Get down and kneel in front of Cathy and ask her if you have her permission to use the toilet. If she says yes, you can go over and ask Joan, and then my husband and then me again.”
I was sure I was going to do it right there in the hallway but I had no choice. I kneeled before each of them in turn and begged piteously to be allowed to ‘go potty.’ When they finally all said yes, I raced into the bathroom and didn’t even take the time to shut the door before I let it all out.
“Shall I give him another one?” said old Mrs. Coburn.
“If you want to Mom,” said Joan, “But first let’s go down stairs and give him a good spanking first.”
“Alright then,” said Mrs. Coburn. “But John you should know that getting spanked by my daughter is not going to be enough from now on. You’ll be getting it from me as well, and I’ve brought along just the thing to make you appreciate the attention you’ll be getting.”
It turned out she had brought along a hair brush to use on my poor tushy and she displayed it with great pleasure for everyone else to see.
“Now I know that you have a tendency to lose control and orgasm while you are being spanked and I certainly don’t want you messing up my skirt, so John I am going to give you a wonderful surprise. You can stand and play with yourself while you watch me.”
It was a surprise, a shock really, and I didn’t quite now what to make of it. The old lady stood up and took over her skirt. It turns out she was wearing old fashioned underwear, a with a pink garter belt holding up her heavy dark black stockings. If she had been younger she might have looked sexy but a fat old lady like Mrs. Coburn just looked kind of disgusting.
“Now if you’re really a good little boy, Johnny,” she said. I just might take you into the bathroom later for an even bigger surprise. But for right now, suppose you just get that naked butt of yours across the knees and I’ll show you just what an old fashioned hairbrush can do.”
With that she sat down in the armless punishment chair that Joan uses when she spanks me. I got over her knees and I didn’t have to be told to put my hands on the floor and push my naked butt up so it gave her a good target.
“Thwack!” went the hairbrush and I knew right away this was going to be much worse than what I had been used to. Just to whacks on my behind and I was already crying like mad.
“Cry baby, cry baby,” Joan called out. “Give to him as hard as you can Mom, I want to see that bottom of his turn really red!”
“Hey John,” said my wife brightly, pull your legs apart a little so we can see your balls while you’re getting it!”
Oh my god, I thought, if my mother in law whacks me on the balls with that thing I’ll scream my head off. And before I had a chance to even think about it any more that’s exactly what she did.
“Boy I’m sure glad it’s his balls and not mine,” said Mr. Coburn. “I know just what it feels like.”
I got hit on the testicles several more times as my spanking continued, and I knew I would not be whacking off after this one.
When it was finally over they had me go into the hall and look in the mirror to see how red my behind was. Then I had to spread my legs so I could see that my balls had turned black and blue. While I was hunched over with the mirror behind me, my sister-in-law gave my balls a strong squeeze and I let out a really horrible sounding scream, more like a girl’s scream than a man’s scream.
“Well he sounds just like a little girl,” said Mrs. Coburn. “Now John dear, come upstairs to the bathroom with me. I’ve got another surprise for you!”
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Ever get a thought that wakes you out of sleep no matter how deep the sleep was? I bolt up out of bed sitting up and covered in sweat, my mind racing with a plan. I start chuckling to myself because this is a win plan, all win no loss. I mean I would have been all for a plan that makes me cause people to suffer but why not use greed to get exactly what they’d never think to bribe me with. I grab my phone and see it’s two thirty in the morning, I should go to sleep or at least try but I can’t I’m to hyped up. I grab a coin from my jean’s pocket and flip it, heads for Abigail, tails for Bethany. Tails it is. I creep out of bed and down the hall to Bethany’s room and checking the door and noting it’s unlocked. I can hear her lightly breathing.
I close the door and as soon as it clicks I watch Bethany stirs in her bed, she looks over to see me and I move over to her bed and crawl under the covers. I push my hand inside Bethany’s panties and start rubbing her clit.
“Oh Guy what are you doing… oh that’s good,” Bethany says shifting her hips so I can get a better angle.
I can tell she changed after our sex session a few hours ago and has a plain pair of panties on and a tank top with no bra, I only have my shorts on but they’re loose enough that Bethany’s hand can go right in as she grabs my cock and starts jerking me hard. I pull her legs apart and push a finger inside her pussy; it’s warm and wet as Beth bucks her hips to get my full finger inside. I let Bethany pull my shorts down and move up onto my knees as soon as their off letting her move her head and take my cock in her mouth.
The blowjob I had from her earlier was good and hot but this is more foreplay for the main event to come as she shoves most of my cock in her mouth and rapidly bobs it in and out. I take the pace of her blowjob and shove another finger in her pussy before matching her pace and fingering her. I feel Bethany moaning on my cock and stop bobbing her head, I take my free hand and lightly face fuck her.
I feel she’s wet enough and pull my cock out of Bethany’s mouth and yank her panties off, throwing them on the floor. I position myself between Bethany’s legs and she takes my cock and lines it up with her pussy and I shove in as deep as I can. Beth is wetter than earlier and I don’t waste any time and just start hammering in and out of her pussy. I kiss and nibble on Beth’s neck with my teeth, she starts moaning louder and digging her nails into my back. I like the feeling but I want harder, I take one of Bethany’s and pull it up to push deeper into her pussy.
“Oh god that’s too deep, go slower,” Bethany tells me gasping.
I could but I’m feeling great as I pull back and start hammering into her pussy hard and fast. Bethany starts squeaking out and pulls her pillow over her face to muffle the sound. I pull Bethany’s pillow out of her face, she has an angry look in her eyes until I slam my cock all the way into her pussy and dump my load deep inside. Bethany starts thrashing against my cock with my orgasm setting off her own. I let Bethany finish cumming and shaking before slowly pulling out and rolling off her bed, I find the panties I threw and clean our cum off my cock.
“Shit why didn’t you go softer when I asked,” Bethany asks cleaning up.
“Probably because fucking you harder is what made me cum then you came hard too,” I reply smiling.
I see her shake her head but she’s smiling and once she gets all cleaned up I put my shorts back on and duck out of her room and back into mine. It was a good half hour I ate up and I decide to tuck myself in for a quick nap before working out.
Five thirty in the morning never felt so fucking good as it has this morning; I get all my gear for working out on and head out for my run. It’s a crisp morning and after a while I can feel the warmth of the sun as I shift again from my run to my pushups and sit ups. I don’t have Loretta staring at me this morning but I see Rosa moving around inside and decide to get a different perspective as I head into the kitchen.
“Hey Rosa, can we talk for a minute,” I ask taking a seat.
“I don’t normally talk with the family,” Rosa tells me a little confused.
She’s a plain Latino woman in her thirties with her hair in her tight bun and a grey skirted uniform with an apron.
“You like working for Loretta and Mr. Delauter,” I ask plainly.
“Mrs. Delauter is nice, it was good when she moved in here, I didn’t really talk with Mr. Delauter much other than to stay out of his den someday,” Rosa tells me cleaning the counter.
“So Loretta is the house boss and Mr. Delauter pays your check,” I clarify.
“And it’s a better check than some of the fucking putas get in some of the other houses in the neighborhood,” Rosa says then catches herself on the swearing.
“It’s okay, I’m cool with rich people being called what they are,” I reply chuckling.
We chat for a little bit before I decide to get to my first meeting of the morning, Mark Jr. I head out of the kitchen and check his bedroom door and like Bethany’s the night before it’s unlocked. As I sneak inside quietly I notice Mark’s room is a jock paradise. Posters of either football players or the women in underwear and bikini’s who sleep with football players, clothes on the floor and a computer desk with a probably abused hard drive full of paid for porn. I pull the chair around to where Mark is facing and wait perched up with my feet on the seat and my ass on the top of the back. It takes a few minutes but finally Mark Jr. wakes up and has his freak out moment.
“What the fuck are you doing in my fucking room man,” Mark says loudly flying out of his bed and falling on the floor.
“Well I thought we should talk and decided that I’d wait for you to wake up,” I reply smiling from my hood.
“You sat there watching me sleep, that’s messed up,” Mark says pulling a robe around himself.
“Well if you didn’t want an uninvited guest in your room you should lock your door,” I reply looking around,” and probably your windows too.”
“Okay well I’m up so talk,” Mark says finally awake and on the defensive.
“Alright, well I thought about yesterday. Yeah that blindsiding me really suck but I can say that positions reversed I’d probably do the same, however I say that I want something and you can help me get it and if you help me I’ll help you out,” I tell him from my perched position.
“Okay so either I help you and you fuck me over or I don’t help you and you tell people I beat your ass,” Mark replies not as excited as I am for the idea.
“I figure you don’t want to go on some stupid fucking vacation to calm down or get away from what happened and I’m cool with telling your dad that I don’t want you to head out so we can bond,” I tell him still enjoying my early morning brilliance,” I will convince him that we can all win big from this then you and me bond, and by bond we both head into town a couple times a week and spend some fucking money.”
I see Mark’s face as he mulls the idea over. I let him leave the room; apparently he has his own bathroom. When he comes back out he’s got a smile on his face and throws his pants on.
“Okay, we go spend money and try to like each other. I’m guessing you have something planned for what you want to do,” Mark asks.
I smile as we both head out of his room and into his dad’s den. We continue chatting for about an hour, I show him pics of the girls back home and he shows me his conquest pics from college. Big guy on his freshman year and it’s not bad the women he got, I can tell he saw something in Katy and we are starting to compare stories when his dad walks in.
“What happened and why do I think I’m going to need my checkbook,” Mr. Delauter asks us taking a seat at his desk.
“Well we decided to bond Dad,” Mark says smiling.
“I know what you’re thinking sir so let me explain,” I start in,” Mark doesn’t want to spend time away from his friends and family and it’s messed up if I go along with it cause I’m not with my friends and family. So we’re going to bond while I’m here and we’ll need some spending cash when we head out, probably three days a week starting today, and my silence on what happened yesterday I’m going to request something really special from you sir.”
“Okay so either I spend a lot of money on the two of you or lose my son to the police when you press charges,” Mr. Delauter explains,” How is this going to benefit the family, that’s my problem with this situation.”
“Oh no, I’m not going to do anything with the police or contact my Dad about what happened yesterday. What I’m saying is Mark and I bond, I’ll really sit down and Loretta and I will do the whole therapy/Dr. Phil bullshit. I’ll even hang out with your daughters,” I say smiling with my past two nights in mind,” I’ll give you the whole happy family package and like it and in five weeks and five days and some change we can say the whole thing was good and I’ll even discuss coming down again voluntarily. You get to be the husband who got his wife her son, or whatever title you want to put on it.”
I can see he’s wondering what the scheme is but I’m genuinely offering him what he wants, peace in his home. I see him hopping on his computer and quickly discuss the budget with Mark Jr. who settles on a grand a week. I’m really spinning but I stop myself cause I have to get my fucking cherry on this sundae of awesome I have planned. I take a piece of paper off Mr. Delauter’s desk and write out my special request and hand it to him. I watch him read it over and I think this is the one thing that he actually wants to give me.
“Okay, so you have the money and the special request is fine but my girls either like you or you leave them the hell alone,” Mr. Delauter says adding a level of finality to the deal.
I smile and nod then Mark and I get up from our chairs and head out into the kitchen. It’s about seven in the morning and Loretta is already making pancakes for breakfast. Mark and I sit down next to each other at the counter and keep chatting while she looks confused between the two of us. The girls come down all sleepy eyed and freeze when they see Mark and I talking as well.
“Did people come in the middle of the night and rewire your brains,” Abigail asks sitting down at the counter.
“Yes, they woke me up at two this morning with a special message,” I lean in and whisper in Abigail’s ear,” I’m going to violate your baby maker in the nicest way later.”
Abigail’s face turns the best shade of crimson and at that point Mr. Delauter finally gets out of his den and calls the rest of us to the table so Rosa and Loretta can serve breakfast. We actually talk like a normal-ish family unit with the girls in a state of confusion and the guys all ‘everything is fine’ attitudes.
Breakfast goes off smoothly and I head back up stairs and shower then get to my room for a quick change of clothes. I decide to chill out for a few hours before making the final call on my ‘master plan’.
I do the hours peacefully when I notice it’s finally after ten, I pull my phone off the nightstand and dial up Kori’s mom.
“Hello Guy, why are you calling me did you misdial for Korinna,” Mrs. Patrick says to me as a greeting.
“Hi Mrs. Patrick, I’m not calling for Kori I’m calling to ask you for a big favor,” I start in.
I go over my idea which isn’t received well at first but I turn on the begging and pleading portion and get her to agree mercifully to my request.
“So don’t tell her just make some crappy story up and you’ll handle the rest,” Mrs. Patrick asks confirming her part of the scheme.
“Yep, I’m not gonna tell her so it’s a surprise and thank you so much Mrs. Patrick,” I reply ending the call.
I put my phone away and head down stairs to find Mark Jr. so we can head into town. I find him chilling out in a family room and he gets up when he sees me.
“Time to go finally,” Mark asks.
I nod and we head into the garage, I see the Mercedes that Mr. Delauter drives and the hatchback that Loretta drove me around in yesterday but it’s the red dodge challenger that Mark has the keys for. As soon as we’re out of the driveway Mark decides to punch it fast down the road.
“Okay so I figure I’m being set up to take the fall for something, what is it,” Mark asks as we get into the city.
I show him my phone and the address from my GPS, he shrugs and we peel into the downtown area. After a good thirty minute drive we are not in the best end of town but we’re defiantly right where I want to be, best rated tattoo parlor in the city. It had great reviews for some guy named ‘Smitty’ and you tell them what you want.
“Oh god I thought they were kidding when you said you were gonna get a tattoo,” Mark says as we get out of the car.
I head inside and go from sunny day to dark cold barbershop with some upright chairs and dental chairs. The people inside are busy with work but I can see most of the full color tattoos on the arms and a woman getting one on her ass. I girl about Mark’s age greets us at the counter.
“Hi are you getting some ink today,” she asks Mark while ignoring me.
“Oh no, he is,” Mark replies gesturing to me.
“Okay, how old are you,” she asks turning her attention to me.
“I’m old enough to know I want a tattoo from here instead of some kid with a ballpoint pen,” I reply smartly.
“Yeah that means minor. Listen kid, we don’t tattoo minors here it’s against the law,” she informs me.
“Okay, you mean to tell me that I have money to spend and you don’t want it? Really?! So you just turn away decent business cause ‘you don’t want to break the law’, really,” I ask her sarcastically.
I can see she’s not impressed with my attitude and I start to leave but get stopped by an older guy.
“Hey kid, get your smart ass over here,” he calls to me from one of the chairs.
I head over and get a better look at him; I think he’s older than my dad. White man with a graying goatee in jeans and cowboy boots, a t-shirt and denim vest. He leans forward as I get to him.
“Why the fuck are you giving my granddaughter a hard time kid,” he asks me.
“I know what I want and I want it from the best place to get it, everything I looked at says here and some guy named ‘Smitty’,” I reply honestly,” and throwing the age thing at me seems like a copout sir.”
He stares me down for a minute then starts chuckling, the girl at the desk comes over to walk me out but he waves her off.
“Smitty is my boy, and I’ll tell him to give you some ink but I don’t want to hear any crying kid,” the old man tells me plainly,” and no but ‘that’s gonna take too long’ crap, you get it in multiple session you little shit.”
I nod in agreement and watch him get up and head to the back then come out with probably the most tattooed man I will ever see in my life, he’s got a full beard and head of oily brown hair to his shoulders. He stands about 6’5” and is built like a wall, no shirt on and only some cargo shorts and boots for clothing, the rest is all ink.
“Hey kid, pops says you want ink from me do you know what you want or should I just settle on a fucking unicorn or something,” Smitty asks me in a joke.
I pull my shirt off and show him exactly where I want the first one and when I tell him what I want it to look like he just shrugs and has me lay down on one of dentist chairs in the back of the store. I’ve lost sight of Mark Jr. and I’m not gonna lie about the fact that this will probably hurt like a son of a bitch. I don’t know how long I’m in the chair but I figure after the first hour I’d go numb to the sensation, no chance in hell on that. When it’s finally over Smitty rubs some goo on my side and cover’s it with a bandage.
“Be back in five days and we’ll start on the color then another five days and we’ll do the final black definition,” Smitty tells me tossing me my Anti-Social shirt.
I get it back on and am handed a jar of goo and some instructions on how and when to apply it by another artist at the front. I look around and can’t see Mark anywhere, or the old man’s granddaughter. When I get out front I can see the car is gone and the old man follows me out.
“Your friend left about a half hour into your tattoo,” he tells me.
Confused I text Abigail and Bethany and tell them that they need to get in touch with their brother and tell him that I need him to pick me up. After the barrage of questions they tell me they texted him but he’s not responding. The old man tells me it was paid for before he left so I don’t have to worry about an asskicking.
I pull up the GPS on my phone and start walking towards what I think is a shopping mall. After about an hour of walking I discover that my final destination is not a mall, it’s an old parking lot and I’m standing in a Latino hangout. I’m expecting a major asskicking when I see Carlos and some of his boys hanging out around some cars. I don’t have my coat but decide to take a risk and say hi. As I approach however I get greeted by Hector.
“What the fuck are you doing here pendejo,” Hector asks me.
“Hector, good to see you man, how’s the throat,” I reply cheerily.
I see him and the boys get confused but Carlos recognizes me and starts laughing.
“What are you doing all alone out here man,” Carlos asks getting up and greeting me with a half handshake half hug,” I thought they weren’t going to let you out of the castle.”
“Nah, I made a deal with the warden and got visitation rights,” I reply smiling.
We both laugh and he invites me to sit down with his boys. After a few minutes of chatting they finally warm up to me a little and I finally get a text message from Mark. Apparently he’s getting some ass and will come back to the tattoo place to pick me up when I’m done, I reply that I’m already done and get no response.
One thing that I don’t have back home is guy’s I can talk to, Carlos on the other hand is a breath of fresh air but I can see that Hector is still pissed about me hitting him. I decide to give the guy some pointers.
“Okay Hector, I think you need to learn how to fight,” I tell Hector getting up from the bench,” Go ahead and take a shot at me.
I can see he’s confused but after checking with Carlos gets up and starts taking some of the widest haymakers I’ve seen in my life. Stepping out of the way of Hector’s shots is easy and after about a minute of swinging and missing I wait for his wide right and blocking with my left forearm throw a straight punch just past his ear freezing him in place.
“First off your fists aren’t hammers; you don’t swing them around and hope the weight makes them more accurate. Also it makes it really easy to see where your punch is coming from,” I tell him pulling my arms back and explaining,” keep your fists up and in front of your face, strike from the shoulder in a straight shot.”
I keep giving him pointers and he takes it well, we get back to talking some of the crew heads off and after an hour it’s just me and Carlos left. I tell him about why I’m down here and a little about the history with me and my mom.
“Okay I know it’s messed up but why give her a chance man,” Carlos asks.
“Honestly I don’t know, my girls think that I should and either way I’m here for over a month,” I reply,” I mean she’s not what I remember and just being here makes me want to at least get some sort of closure from her about how shitty it was growing up around her.”
“Well you gotta love your moms I guess, she didn’t kill you by drinking while pregnant so that’s something,” Carlos tells me chuckling.
I finally get a text from Mark and he’s back at the tattoo place and tell him where I went. After giving me a ‘what the fuck’ followed by ‘on my way’. I put my phone away and get back to chatting with Carlos.
“Okay man do you lock your sister up on the weekend or something because she’s pretty hot,” I ask casually.
“Hey man that’s mi familia you’re talking about,” Carlos starts all defensively,” but yeah, she doesn’t get to go out much since most people don’t wanna deal with her big brother.”
“He scary or some shit,” I ask jokingly.
“Hey man it’s not like you’d let one of the girls you live with go out with me homes,” Carlos retorts defensively.
“I would in trade, make me an offer man, but you only get to go as far as I do and I can talk them into some good shit man,” I reply smiling.
Carlos sis a little stunned but after a few seconds he’s into the idea but he needs to get it past his folks and really past his sister. Mark finally shows up and we exchange numbers before I get in the car and we head off towards home.
“Okay since I’m probably gonna die we got a problem, you are fucking sunburned to hell,” Mark tells me poking my skin.
I didn’t notice it before and usually don’t get much sun but I’m warm to the touch and I can tell I’m gonna hurt tomorrow if not sooner. I text home to Loretta and inform her of my new condition, she says she’ll get everything ready for me when I get there. It takes me a minute but I’m not sure what she has in mind.
“So is she gonna kill me when she sees the tat,” Mark asks.
I shake my head and try to relax on the ride. We get back home about six and as soon as Loretta sees me I get a feeling of mothering that she hasn’t given in years. I’m pulled into the back bathroom get peeled out of my shirt and my arms and head get covered in aloe. Once she’s done she pokes my side and I cringe a little but she ignores it. I get back to the main area to see Abigail and Bethany staring at either my burn or the patch of gauze on my left side.
The rest of the night goes really smoothly, Mark Jr. makes up a story about what we did after the tattoo parlor without mentioning the tattoo I’m sporting on my side. Loretta goos me up again and leads me to my room.
“Okay, I talked with Mark senior and he told me that you are going to give him peace but I don’t want some story and you playing like things are okay with us for six weeks,” Loretta tells me sitting down.
“Yeah, it’s kind of the deal. I am bonding with Mark Jr. too,” I reply calmly.
“I don’t want you to act like I wasn’t a good mother to you when you were younger. It’s a lie and the reason I wanted you down here is so we could try to work on things between us,” Loretta explains.
“Okay, so we talk. We talked yesterday, I told you about what my life was like this past year. You showed me your charity work and I know the girls like you and so does Rosa. I don’t know what more you want,” I ask confused.
“Aren’t you mad about how I was when you were nine when you and your dad left,” she asks.
I remember the last year I saw her, kind of blurry but mostly filled with late nights of her fighting with Dad about parties and spending some nights in a bar. I remember watching her talking to people and generally ignoring me.
“Yeah, I don’t like it but what can I do about it now,” I start in,” you’re not a drunk flirting for a free drink anymore and I’m not building a fort under a pool table. I’m but we’ve got a therapist thanks to your husband.”
“Okay but I was a bad mother when you were little and I just don’t know what to do to help it,” Loretta tells me exasperated.
I don’t know what to do either honestly. She tried to show me all her ‘charity work’ but it’s not me she’s was helping. I got a mom back home that was there when I had real questions and loved me when I didn’t even trust her.
“I remembered that you don’t take sun very well and need a bucket of aloe to recover from a burn,” Loretta says meekly breaking the silence.
“Yeah, you did. Thanks,” I reply smiling.
It’s the first actually pleasant moment we’ve shared since I got here. She leaves me to my burns promising to reapply the aloe before bed. Once she’s gone I pull my bandage off and take a look at the new art on my body, four hours of worth it. I shoot a text to Carlos asking him if he’s decided on who he wants to double date with, after a few minutes he replies back ‘Abigail’. I pause for a second, honestly didn’t see that choice but she’s pretty good and defiantly has cute nerd going for her. Gotta figure out how I’m going to get her to agree to the date.
“Hey Guy, Wednesday we hit the gym man, I know you work out so I figure we can bond at the gym with some weights,” Mark tells me bursting into my room a little to enthused.
“Okay, great. Weights could be good,” I reply a little shocked.
I watch him smile at the idea and head out the door. I honestly didn’t see him wanting to do something with me so proactively. I figure it’ll be okay once I get my burn healed and try to relax. I got to figure out how to survive a workout in a few days and get Abigail to agree to date Carlos. Could be worse right?Not done with the series but will allow anonymous comments to be posted for now, honestly saw the ratings drop and almost changed this part and ended the series. PM if you want.
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Brother and sister reunited – with a final twist