Southern Depravity

Southern Depravity

Synopsis: A middle-class white Southern family is blackmailed and threatened with death. The wife and teen daughter are forced to pay off a debt by doing debauched sex jobs.

Chapter 1

Sandra was putting her pot-roast on the table that she had just removed from her oven. It was a Wednesday evening in February, so it was already dark outside in their suburban Atlanta neighborhood. The abundant smell of the roast, beans, peas, rolls, and apple pie should have been enough to bring her family to the table, but she called anyway.

“Jeff, Kendra, supper’s ready! Y’all come on to the table and eat now before it gets cold!” announced the young, 38-year old mother was slender and fit from going to the gym three days a week. The boys in the neighborhood and at her daughter’s high school called her a MILF. But the little bit of make-up she did use simply enhanced her attractiveness.

Jeff meandered to the kitchen table from his easy chair in the living room. He had gotten home from his C.P.A. position in downtown Atlanta an hour ago and had almost dozed off to sleep in his recliner. He still had his polo shirt and Khakis on that he wore to work today. The blazer he wore was, already hung up.

“Baby, this sure smells good! I’m really hungry tonight,” Jeff said as he gently smacked his wife of 20 years on her bottom as he went by to sit in his chair. The family always ate their meal around the table at night, which brought them closer to one another. Sandy made a squeal when her husband gave her bottom a loving smack.

“Stop that, Jeff! Kendra Sue! You come on for supper right now and get off your computer!” yelled the loving mother to her teenaged daughter.

“I’m comin’, mom!” acknowledged their 16-year old who closed up her laptop in her bedroom. She had always been good at minding her parents and doing what they told her to do. She had been raised to know that they always knew what was best for her. Kendra padded to the table in her cotton white shirt and navy skirt that she wore to her private school today. Her bright red hair, pulled back in a ponytail, gently swung behind her as she kissed her daddy’s cheek. She had been doing her homework for her 11th grade Geometry class. Kendra excelled in school being an honors student.

Once all the family was together, as was their custom, they held hands and said grace over their food. The Jackson’s were a typical upper-middle class Southern family that went to their Baptist Sunday School and church every Sunday. Clean-cut and very proper, you would have thought they could be a family from a ’50s black and white TV show. Well liked in their neighborhood, they got along great with their neighbors and all who knew them. But this idyllic lifestyle was drastically about to change!

As they were now eating, Kendra announced,

“Daddy, I got a place on the debate team for the rest of this year,”

He was so proud of his “little-girl” because not only was she very intelligent, but she was also the spitting image of her mother. Both had great figures and lovely, large boobs because Kendra had developed early. Their facial features and height were practically identical, but Kendra’s hair color was a bright red, while her mother’s was auburn.

“That’s great, sweetheart!” replied her father. “That will look good on any scholarship for col…”

BOOM!!! A thunderous noise sounded from the front door area as a shotgun went off and it was kicked in.

BOOM!!!

Another explosion shattered the glass patio door and a large man with a sawed-off shotgun stepped through, followed by another with a similar weapon. By that time, two more large thugs came from the front of the house and burst into the kitchen from two different directions.

Both Sandra and Kendra shrieked in deafening screams at the suddenness of the gunshots and sight of the frightening home invaders. Jeff jumped from his dinner chair and started running at one of the thugs but was cold-cocked immediately by the barrel of the shotgun he was wielding. Jeff fell back on the floor in a daze and Kendra and her mother were petrified in their chairs. The four men looked alike. All were big, wore black or dark clothing and jackets, black boots, and a ski cap that covered their faces except for around their eyes and mouths. They all were clearly black men.

“What do you want?” screamed Sandra from her seat.

“Well, first of all, pretty lady, I want you and your little girl to come over here and stand by me!” replied the spokesman of the group as he pointed his shotgun directly at the females. They were scared to death, but they knew these men meant business. Slowly, Sandra took Kendra’s hand and both slowly creeped over to the side of the assailant who had just stepped in from the patio…

“That’s good, pretty ladies! Hey, boys, these are two fine looking’ bitches here, aren’t they?” the large intruder asked.

“Yeah, they are mighty fine ho’s,” two of his cohorts answered as they lustfully gazed upon the two quivering females that were holding on to one another. Jeff was still on the kitchen floor, but was getting his wits back about him as he looked up at his family standing by the monster.

“Please don’t hurt us, mister! You can take whatever you want, and any money we have but please don’t hurt us!” Sandra begged with tears in her eyes.

The huge man took Sandra’s chin softly in his hand to answer.

“I’se don’t want any of yo’ money or stuff, darling. What I’se want is fo’ you two bitches to strip! Right now!” he yelled.

Sandra quaked with fear along with her beautiful daughter when the terrible words registered in her mind! “Oh, please, sir not that, sir!” the lovely young mother begged, holding her daughter close to her side. “Like I said, sir, you can take anything you want! We’ve got a new, large flat screen TV here in our family room, take…”

BOOM!!

A thunderous, fiery explosion came from the end of the Negro man’s shotgun as he pointed at the TV and blasted it into tiny pieces that went everywhere in the room. Sandra and Kendra both loudly screamed again in response to the deafening noise of the blast.

“I’se said I don’t want none of yo; damn stuff, lady! Didn’t you hear me? I sez I want you two bitches to strip! Right now!” yelled the ringleader as he pointed his shotgun directly at the 16-year old girl. One of his accomplices in the kitchen cocked his pump shotgun and held it directly at her husband’s head.

Fearing that they would die in a few moments, slowly, the two females began to unbutton their blouses, sobbing the whole time. As they both slowly reached for their skirt waists to undo those garments, he shouted,

“Hurry up! I’se ain’t got all night, lady! Or I’ll be happy to cut them off fo’ you!” he said with a grin as he pulled out a huge hunting knife and held it close to the mother’s stomach.

Sandra and Kendra immediately started unbuttoning and unzipping and dropping their clothes rapidly. When they were both down to only panties and bras, they stopped while holding their arms across their chests in shame.

“All of it! Strip! Socks and shoes too! Get naked!” demanded the tall, ebony man.

Both trembling mother and daughter pulled their bra straps down and unsnapped the back clasps. Both fell to the floor at their feet. The leader smiled when he saw that both sets of tits were natural, firm, and large on their chests. Then each slid their panties over their hips where they fell at their feet and stepped out of the spent underwear. Kendra pulled off her house shoes and warm socks, while Sandra just stepped out of her flats. Now both mother and daughter were completely nude, shaking with fright and from the cold, winter wind entering the door that had been blown out. Both were sobbing almost uncontrollably. Again, they vainly tried to cover their female parts, with a hand and arm across the breasts, and a hand over each crotch.

“Stand up straight you ho’s and put your arms down so I cans get a good look at ya’!” gruffly commanded the black intruder.

Again, trembling and sobbing their eyes out, both complied with the demands. Both watched the huge knife closely and knew It was either do as he said or be killed!

“Good, good! Now let me get at you’s white asses and pussies and see what’s we got here!”

Lowering his weapon, but keeping it slung with a strap over his shoulder, he ordered both to turn around, bend over, and hold their ass cheeks apart. Slowly the sobbing mother and daughter turned and obeyed their command in disgrace. “Wider bitches!” came the yell that made them peel back their butt cracks for them all to see. The monster examined their ass cracks and stuck his index finger in each woman’s crinkled hole. Each moaned in mortification with the way they were treated. Jeff could only look on from the kitchen floor or die.

The large Negro then ordered them to stand and turn around to face him, stand with their legs apart, and holding their hands behind their heads. This had the effect of each jutting out her breasts in a lewd manner. He rubbed all over their front sides, squeezed each of their titties roughly and pulled the now erect nipples with his dirty, black hand.

“Mmmm, nice Georgia peaches!! Just as sweet I bet!” he taunted the Jackson women. They both silently wished they could die right there.

Then he unashamedly bent down and pulled apart the mother’s and daughter’s labia’s for close inspection. The disgraced women just stood there sobbing, afraid to say anything or move any muscle for fear of death. The big guy pushed two fingers deep up Sandra’s twat, and she gasped at the violation, but kept her composure. When Kendra’s treasure gem was inspected and saw the hymen intact, the invader let out a yell.

“Ooooo weee! Boys, we got’s us a genuine virgin here!”

The other three made lewd comments about popping her cherry and being her first lover.

“Hold on, boys! The boss man will pay us top dollar for this one who still gots her cherry. You leave her alone, unless you wants to suck on them nice sized titties of hers,” came the vulgar evaluation of the teenager, who was almost a woman. Her breasts were already the size of a full-grown woman’s.

The large monster walked back to look Sandra in the face, smiled and said,

“We’s goin’ to have us a good time with this ho’ tonight!”

“Yeah!” “Sho’ ’nuff!” came the replies from the rest of the home invaders. With his shotgun still slung over his shoulder, the leader grabbed Sandra roughly by the arm and drug and pushed the mother to the backside of the couch, which was part of the family room.

“Ow! Quit, you’re hurting me, you nigger!” came the un-thought out response from the proper Southern lady. She was turned back around and a massive hand came crashing across her head and face, almost knocking the woman unconscious.

“Don’t be callin’ us no names, bitch! Because tonight, you’s goin’ to be our fuckin’, white-trash nigger and sex toy!” yelled the brute in her face. With that the giant pushed the beautiful MILF face first over the back of the couch, held her firmly down with his left hand while he unzipped his pants with his right. Before Sandra knew it, a massive slab of meat was probing at her love jewel, and then the sudden stabbing pain of the rape beginning. After jabbing the massive cock all the way in her cunt, he started fucking her hard and long as he just hummed, “Mmmmmm Mmmmmm!”

“Awwww, my gawwwd! Please no, please it’s too big, please pull it out! You’re tearing me apart you nigger!” screamed the helpless wife. Her rapist just chuckled at her pitiful cries.

“Awwwww gawd! Please, Jeff, please help me! His thing is too big! He’s tearing me apart! AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!” came more unrelenting cries from the lovely, 38-year old wife. His penis penetrated her cervix and stroked firmly into her uterus. “EEEEEEEEEEhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Help me Jeff, help meeee!” Kendra was bawling her eyes out as she watched her loving mother being violated and viciously raped. It was terrible to see!

“Oh, lady. Yo’ husband can’t help you! Look at him! Heez jus’ lyin’ over there on the flo’ like a piece of dog shit!” came the humiliating taunt to the husband! The husband never felt so helpless and less of a man than he did right now! He was watching his loving wife being raped and he could do nothing to stop it!

“Besides, you’s kno’ that you’s love my big cock up in your tight, married pussy!” tormented the big black man…

Sandra thought how glad she was that she had her tubes tied last year! This black giant started pumping the huge organ in and out of the tender, white, married pussy.

“Oh, man, this is grade A prime, white pussy you got here! Wait until you boys get your dicks in this tight twat! But first I’m going to fill her belly up with plenty of black sperm! Then she’ll know she’s been really fucked by a man!” bragged the intruder.

The giant began to roar like a bear and began shooting rope after rope of baby seed deep into the pretty wife’s womb. All this time, Sandra was bent double over the back of the couch, sobbing, and gasping at the sheer size of her rapist. She could feel her insides filling up with the black man’s cream as if it were a garden hose…

“He must have not cum in months!” Sandra briefly thought.

“Hey, number 3! You come over here and do momma up good whiles’ I takes yo’ spot!” he yelled at one of his companions, using code names as not to divulge any real names.

The brutal man zipped his huge sausage back into his pants while still holding Sandra down. There was no fight, however, in the young woman, because she had done surrendered to the fact that she was going to be violated tonight by four, huge niggers!

All this time, at least one of the others was kissing Kendra’s face and mauling and sucking her big, firm boobs and stiff nipples while the other two stood guard over the husband. The girl was humiliated that her nipples were reacting to the stimulation, as if she were getting off on his big black lips suctioning on them. They would stick up a finger in her anus then rub it under her nose. Other times, they would rub her red, hairy pussy. They continued to call out obscenities to the naked girl that they were going to come back and screw her. Kendra’s crying had all but stopped because she just couldn’t cry anymore. One by one, each black thug took his turn with the wife. Each time she screamed in pain and humiliation while Jeff lay on the kitchen floor, helpless. Each made their own contribution of sperm into the lovely young wife and mother. When the last man had finished screwing and dumping his own load of baby-making juice into the wife, all backed away with their guns pointed at the family.

The ringleader told Jeff, “The boss man tells you that he’s gonna be in touch with you, and if yo’ don’t pay up the money you’s owe soon, next time we come back, you will watch as we blast your lovely women’s: guts all over the kitchen with our shotguns! What a mess that would be to clean up!

“And one more thing white boy. If you call or so much as speak to the police on the street, we will be back to blast away your little girl’s insides!” again threatened the ringleader.

This, he said, as he pointed the muzzle of his shotgun up into Kendra’s tender vagina. The girl started crying again. Just before the leader of the home invaders stepped out through the blasted out patio door, Sandra screamed,

“Why? What do you mean? What money?”

“Ask yo’ husband. He can tell ya’!” was all he said, and then was gone into the blackness of the cold night.

Chapter 2

The second that all the intruders had disappeared from the house, Jeff jumped up and told his wife and daughter,

“Quick, y’all go grab some clothes, sweats or something, and pack a bag quick and we’ll go to a motel for the night! I’ll get something to go over this patio door and we’ll get out of here! Hurry! Sandra and Kendra ran to their respective bedrooms, pulled on some sweat suits, and threw make-up, hair and tooth brushes into a small carry bag. Shortly, they were back into the family room as Jeff finished duct taping a large piece of plastic over the hole where the patio door had been. All then switched out the lights, left their meal on the table, and run out to the garage, where they jumped into their family car and took off. All Jeff Jackson could think about was getting his family out of harm’s way. No family member spoke anything, mostly from shock. It wasn’t far to a nice motel on one of the I-285 off-ramps. After a room was quickly secured, all three entered the room and securely locked the door behind them.

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, until Sandra demanded what did that guy mean by “ask my husband?”

“What has happened? What have you done? What did he mean by ‘pay what you owe?’???” Jeff could only sit on the end of one of the beds, and stare at the floor.

“Jeff, I know you heard me! What did he mean by that? Tell us!” screamed his wife while his daughter was softly sobbing on the other bed.

Finally, Jeff summoned the courage to confess all to his family. Mike had a gambling addiction. Sandra knew he had got caught up with betting when they first got married, but had overcome it. It started about three years ago, innocently enough, with an office pool on NFL football games. Then it included NHL games in the winter months, then pro-baseball in the summer. Since he worked with influential and well-off people in the prestigious accounting office. His taste for winning, or mostly trying to win bets got the best of him quickly. Secretly, he had been taking the family’s money from savings, investments, and even Kendra’s college fund. He managed to secure a second mortgage on their house without Sandra’s knowledge.

Finally came the revelation that he had to tell them. In desperation, he had went to a “business man” to help him out.”

“You mean a loan shark!” snapped Sandra.

“Yes, a loan shark, but I missed several payments with large interest on time, and now he has called in his marker and wants full payment immediately.” Again, silence filled the room, for several moments until Sandra finally angrily asked, “How much? How much do you owe, Jeff?” his wife demanded.

Jeff finally swallowed with a dry mouth, and also swallowed his pride at the same time. “A hundred thousand dollars,” was all he said.

“What? Did I hear you right, Jeffrey? A hundred-thousand dollars?” screamed the outraged wife.

“Yes,” replied the dejected and embarrassed father. “And you used and lost most all our money for retirement and Kendra’s college money?”

“Yes,” came the only answer.

“Well on TV, they say for the woman not to shower and clean after a rape, but we already know who is responsible for my rape, don’t we? You are, you son of a bitch!” again screamed the young wife into the ear of her husband. Then the enraged wife threw back her hand and slapped his face as hard as she could.

“Damn you!” and with that, Sandra grabbed her small bag containing her fresh clothes and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Jeff Jackson sat in his spot and his lovely daughter sat on her bed, with her knees up and arms wrapped around her legs, still sobbing softly. With the sound of a full-force shower in the bathroom, both sat in silence for a half an hour. When Sandra came back into the room, she hurled the sweat pants she came in with, along with her panties into a wastebasket. Wet spots covered both garments from the Negro man’s cum.

Exactly at that moment, Jeff’s cell phone rang. The caller ID came from a number he didn’t recognize, but still he answered, “Hello.”

“Is this Mr. Jeffery Jackson?” came a man’s voice.

“Yes it is,” Jeff replied.

“Is your family there with you, Mr. Jackson” asked the stranger’s voice.

“Yes, they are.” Jeff said replied with a puzzled look on his face.

“Please put me on speaker phone, Mr. Jackson for my message is for all of you.” ordered the distinguished sounding stranger.

Jeff reached for the button to activate his speakerphone function and placed the phone beside him on the bed. “Okay, we are listening.”

“Are you there, Sandra?” asked the stranger.

With an exasperated look, Sandra answered, “Yes!”

“Are you there, Kendra?” came the stranger’s voice again.

Kendra looked at her parents, who both nodded their heads at her. “Yes, sir. I’m here.” Kendra was always polite.

“Good! Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Terrance Dubois. I was a business associate of a certain Lefty Manzini. You know who I am referring to, don’t you Jeff?” he asked.

The name was that of the loan shark that Jeff owed the $100,000 to. Jeff turned pale at the mention of the name. Sandra quickly figured out who Lefty Manzini was.

“Yes, I do, uh,…Mr. Dubois,” answered her husband.

“Well, I’m afraid Mr. Manzini has come into a bit of a bind with the law. There was something about raising bond for a manslaughter charge, you see. So I stepped in to help the man in trouble with his problem, and bought all his markers, including yours Mr. Jackson. Unfortunately, Mr. Manzini will not be back in Atlanta to resume his business associations.” Dubois explained. That last comment had a deadly connotation to it, all the Jacksons thought.

“So I now hold your loan now, Mr. Jackson, much like mortgage companies buy loans from other mortgage companies. I assure you it is all legal and above board.” But somehow, Jeff doubted that statement.

“Did you nice people have a very unfortunate meeting with a group of four gentlemen tonight?” asked Dubois with a light-hearted air.

“They weren’t gentlemen! All four of them raped me, you bas…Mmmmph!” screamed Sandra at the phone, before Jeff could cover her mouth to keep from pissing the man off any more.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that, Mrs. Jackson. Sometimes my associates kind of get carried away with the assignments I give them. I assure you I didn’t endorse or tell them to harm you in any way. But I did learn something very interesting about you, Kendra!” Dubois spoke, insinuating that he knew about her virginity!

“What do you want, Dubois?” yelled Jeff into his phone.

“Oh, I want to help you good folks. I’m in the business of helping people, like Mr. Manzini. I am a decent man and do not wish harm come to anyone. I just want to sit down with you kind folks and discuss a business proposition, in order to help you out of your financial problems. Can we do that?” the unknown man asked.

Suspiciously, Jeff asked, “What kind of proposition?”

“I suggest we all meet at a very public place tomorrow morning, say 10 o’clock. A place that we all can be comfortable and talk peacefully. I am afraid, Kendra, that you will have to miss a day of school tomorrow, because you are involved as well. Why don’t we meet at say…the Denny’s restaurant in Norcross at 10 o’clock and I will buy you good folks a nice breakfast. Will you all agree to be there,” asked the new devil in Jeff’s life.

Sandra was seething, thinking that buying them breakfast would make up for the four vicious rapes she suffered last night. But Jeff was able to keep her quiet.

“Yes, we’ll be there at 10.” Jeff confirmed. “But how will we know you?”

“Oh, you folks will know me. And I certainly know you. Look forward to our meeting!” then the phone clicked and went silent.

“I guess we don’t have any choice. Do we?” asked Jeff.

“No, I don’t guess we do, thanks to you!” Sandra spat at her husband.

She stood up turned out the light and crawled in the bed with Kendra who pulled up the covers over her and her mom. Jeff reached over to kiss his little girl good night, but instead, she turned over away from her dad. That really hurt Jeff but figured he deserved it.

* * * Thursday morning at 10, a large, black Rolls Royce drove up to the front of the Denny’s in Norcross and a large, black man got out and walked through the front door. He wore a fine Italian suit, a white silk shirt, and expensive shoes. There were four, large, gold rings on the four fingers of each hand, each with a huge diamond setting of some kind mounted on each. He had a large diamond stud in his left earlobe, and his head was shaved smooth with a flat, Irish cap that matched his suit. He walked with a gentleman’s straight cane that was black but embedded with diamonds on each end.

The gaudy dressed man walked straight up to the Jackson family and formally introduced himself as Terrance Dubois. His speech on the phone did not sound like a black man’s voice, which indicated he was not a Southern Negro man.

“May I sit down with you good folks?” he politely asked then proceeded to scoot into the end of the rounded booth in which they were setting. He sat next to Sandra, and it gave her the creeps. When the waitress came, he told her,

“Please, a Grand Slam breakfast for my three friends, but just a cup of coffee for me, please, and give me the ticket, please. Thank you!”

The Jackson family wondered what this guy, who looked like a high-roller pimp, wanted from them.

“Let me come straight to the point, folks. I hold your marker, Jeff, for $100,000. Now I know you don’t want to default on your commitment, which would be very bad for you and your family!” Jeff, Sandra, and Kendra all understood the veiled threat.

“I do not wish to disrupt the lives of you good people more than it already has, so this is the deal I propose for your situation. If you could have paid the debt already, I know you would have. So, Jeff, you continue to work at your job at your accounting firm downtown and continue to make the living for you and your nice ladies. Sandra and Kendra, that leaves you two lovely ladies that can then work for me to assist in paying the debt off, and I do pay very well.

“Sandra, you do volunteer work at the senior home and that is so admirable. Please continue to do that and going to church choir practice, and your Sunday church services as usual. Kendra, you have your schoolwork, and it is important that you continue to get those good grades to get your college scholarship. So, Sandra and Kendra can help me in certain business ventures on nights and on weekends. And that way, your family life will not need to be disrupted at all.

“What do Kendra and I have to do for you?” asked a suspicious Sandra.

“I am in the entertainment business. I provide entertainment for various special clients that come to Atlanta, especially for all the many conventions that the city hosts. Also, I own and manage various nightclubs around the city that many fine gentlemen frequent. You can also help out in those clubs, to help pay off the debt your husband owes. Before anytime you will all be back to your normal lives,” promised Dubois.

“In other words, you want me and Kendra to be hookers and strippers!” came the biting reply of an angry, auburn haired wife.

“Oh, I don’t refer to my associates by such brash and uncouth titles. They are strictly entertainment specialists,” explained the conniving black man.

“And if we don’t agree to be your hookers and strippers?” again asked Sandra, this time with a tremor in her voice.

“Well, my boys that paid you a visit last night, will have to pay a return visit, and I can’t guarantee your safety, because they can get out of hand when they’ve not been paid, and are really pissed! Those shotguns might do serious bodily harm, and I wouldn’t want that to happen to you to lovely ladies. Oh, by the way, your home, and Kendra’s school are being watched!”

“Ok, we will do it!” Sandra answered. “Mom!”…”Sandra!” came the shocked response from the other two.

“No, I see no other way right now. Kendra and I will do it,: replied the dejected wife. “When do we start?”

“Oh, I need you two ladies immediately! Business is booming here this time of year! And I’m afraid you two ladies will have to obtain much sexier clothes than you presently own. I would give you the money for a new, shall we say ‘slutty’ wardrobe for each, but that would just increase your debt. I’m afraid you ladies will just have to improvise on your own. You are smart girls and I know you will come up with some suitable wardrobe. The ‘sluttier’ your wardrobe is, the better, because it speaks to the basic craving of men, which is sex!

The conversation lagged a minute as the breakfast meals were delivered to the booth. But right then, the Jackson’s didn’t feel very hungry.

“Okay, I’ll do it, too!” Kendra spoke up. “I love you, Daddy, and don’t want anything bad to happen to any of us.” Sandra and Jeff looked sadly at their 16-year old who just made a very adult decision.

“And don’t worry about the age limit, Kendra. I have an excellent fellow that specializes in fake ID’s,” added the large, black man. “Oh, and that reminds me Kendra. I have a proposition for you and you only. I will gladly deduct $20,000 off your family’s debt if you will spend all night with me this coming Saturday evening.”

“No!” shouted both Jeff and Sandra at the same time. It was good that the restaurant was almost empty, but those who were there turned around and looked at the sudden outburst.

“That is one-fifth of the debt that will immediately go away! If I do this, we will be that much closer of being rid of this …person!” Kendra said as she sneered at Dubois.

“But honey…!” again spoke the parents.

“No!” but this time it was the high school junior in the honor society at her school that yelled.. “It is my decision! I will do it whether you agree or not, Dad and Mom! What time shall I expect you to pick me up Saturday, Mr. Dubois?”

“Oh, I like to get an early start when I can, especially with virgins. Sometimes it takes them longer you know!” Dubois smiled as he answered his Saturday night date but sneered at the desperate parents.

“Well, if there is nothing else, I have an appointment with the mayor at noon, so I need to be on my way. “I’ll call you tomorrow morning. Sandra and give you your and Kendra’s appointments for Friday night. That means you will be on your own Saturday, lovely lady! Don’t forget your sexy wardrobes. You need to get started today to be ready for tomorrow night!

“Good bye now!” and with that the Negro blackmailing loan shark left the restaurant.

Mom, Dad, and daughter sat in silence for another minute, still not wanting to eat, then slowly got up from the booth and left, since Dubois had paid the waitress a $100 bill, to include tip and the meals on his way out.

The ride back home to the Jackson residence was a silent one.

Chapter 3

“Laura?, this is Sandra Jackson! How are y’all doing’ darling'”

“Hi, Sandra, we’re doing good, how are y’all doing’?

“Oh, we’re doin’ good” Sandra said, knowing she was telling a lie. They certainly weren’t “doin’ good” after the experience of last night.

Sandra needed to get to point because she didn’t have much time. “Laura, I know you are on the contact committee for our 20th year reunion this year, and I need a favor, if you don’t mind?” Sandra asked.

“Why shu’ah darlin’ what is it you need?” Laura always spoke in her Georgia peach drawl.

Sandra took a deep breath and asked, “I need a phone number or address for Connie Nix.”

After a moment of silence, “Well, what eva’ fo’ah?” Laura was always the nosy one.

Now Sandra had to lie again, but it was using her church as co-conspirator! “I’ve joined a prayer group down at the church we go to, and Connie’s name has just been pressing’ on my heart so much lately. I wanted to try to get in contact with her to try and be a blessing’ to her. She’s got a daughter’ now don’t she?”

A longer silence followed, and Sandra was afraid she trying to think of a nosier question.

“I’m looking’ for her here on our contact list…yeah…here she is. She’s living’ over in that trailer park on the Forsyth Highway…I don’t have her trailer number, but I have a phone number.”

Sandra copied the number down…and hoped she could get off the phone with Laura before she would ask more nosy questions.

“Thanks, darlin’. This means a lot to me. Our group meets in 15 minutes so I have to go to be there on time but I needed her contact info…see y’all at the reunion later this year. Bye-bye now!” then Sandra quickly hung up. Sandra hated so much doing that, but she didn’t know whom else to turn to.

Kendra sat and on the chair by her mother, watching her with sad eyes. Her dad was in the kitchen on his cell trying to get a contractor to fix the patio door and front door that had been blown and kicked in. It was cold in Atlanta this time of year, and all were wrapped up warm clothing.

Sandra looked the number a moment, looked at Kendra and sighed before she dialed the number.

“Hello,” came the answer. Sandra trembled then took a deep breath.

“Is this Connie Nix?”…a 5-second silence ticked off. “Well, I’m Connie, but I haven’t been a Nix in almost 20 years! Who’s this?” the voice asked.

“Connie, this is Sandra, uh…Sandra Jean Parker from high school. How y’all doin’?”

Connie thought a few seconds. “Yeah, Sandra Jean, I’m fine and how y’all doin?” asked Connie.

“We’re doin’ fine, too.” Then getting right to the point, “Connie I have a huge problem that I know you can help me with, and I’d like to come over and see y’all and discuss it. Can me and my daughter come over in a bit?” Sandra held her breath, praying she would say yes.

The voice paused a moment, thinking about why it was that this well-to-do former classmate wanted to come see her. “Yeah, sure! Y’all come on over. I don’t start my shift at the club until 6 tonight. Come on!”

Sandra carefully copied down the location of the trailer park out on the highway and her lot number and promised that they were leaving right then and will be there in about 20 minutes. Since they already had their jackets on in the cold house, they walked through the kitchen and hugged Jeff on the way out. Kendra kissed her daddy on the cheek, but there was no kiss from his wife.

On the way to the way to the trailer park, Sandra explained some things to Kendra and had to be very frank to her.

“Kendra,..” The daughter always knew that when she started a conversation with her first name, she was serious and meant business. “Connie wasn’t one of the girls that was in my closest circle of friends, or not anywhere near. She was known as a “loose” girl. You know what that means?”

“Yes, Momma,” replied the pretty redhead.

“She slept with about every boy in school who would have her. She always wore tight clothes, especially pullover sweaters and short skirts. Blouses were always low-cut and showed lots of cleavage, and I don’t know how many times she was sent home because of her lewd clothing. All the boys liked here because she would give up her…her…pussy to anyone. There was a rumor that she passed because she was doing a couple of the married men teachers. Her nickname in school was…was…’Connie the Cunt!’ So do you understand something about her?

“Yes, Momma,” again came the girl’s answer.

“After school we heard that she left home and went wild, got hooked up with a black soldier, went to Germany with him, and came back four years later. She was basically what we now call “white trash.” She’s worked in massage parlors, escort services, beer joints, and strip clubs all over the South. I heard she came back here three years ago and is now working at a strip-joint a little out on Forsythe Highway. She is the only one I know who can help us with our ‘situation.’ Do you understand, Kendra?” asked the pretty mother.

“Yes, Momma,” again replied the honors student that had to take today and Friday off from school.

As Sandra turned into the trailer park, she told her loving daughter, “Don’t interrupt and don’t ask questions.” If you don’t understand anything, I’ll explain it to you on the way home. And beware, she uses a lot of bad language.”

“Yes, Momma,” finally answered Kendra.

Lot 28 was on the back of the mobile home park. The structure was an old singlewide that either needed painting or trashed all together. The door opened to the two pretty ladies on the pine board steps and a woman, with black hair, dry skin, and skinny but with a big set of tits stood there.

“Hi, y’all!” smiled the woman the same age as Kendra’s mother, but looked older a little older, maybe because there were a few gray hairs in her black coiffeur.

“Y’all come on in out of the cold!” She did seem friendly as she cleared her covered couch of several Cosmo magazines and a cat. “Y’all sit down… can I get y’all something to drink?”

“Yes, thank you, Connie, whatever you have,” replied Sandra.

Connie came back with two opened bottles of beer and set them on the coffee table in front of her visitors.

“I don’t have any Cokes because I’m out. Need to go to the store tomorrow after tonight’s shift.” Both Sandra and Kendra eyed the two, cold beer bottles but left them on the table. Sandy did say whatever she had.

“Connie, I need to get to the point why we’re here because we don’t have much time. Sandra then began explaining their whole dilemma, with her husband’s gambling addiction, borrowing, and spending all their money, and the goons who blasted their way into their house last night, made them strip, and raped her. She explained the meeting with Terrance Dubois this morning, and what he wanted Kendra and her to do, and what would happen if they didn’t work for him in all the terrible jobs he was going to make them do.

“So, Connie, I’m asking you if you could find it in your heart to help us, kind of show us what to wear and how to get clothes and outfits, what to expect, and basically know how to please his ‘clients’ as he called them.” Then Sandra went silent for her answer. Her mouth was dry after the explanation so she reached over and took a swallow of the beer.

Connie, sitting across the small living room, in a thin, short halter-top and thin yoga pants, and bare feet, just looked at her two visitors. The halter-top was so thin, the woman’s areolas were easily noticed through the fabric. It was strange a strange outfit for early February, but Kendra thought that it was why the gas heater was turned up and it was hot as blazes in the smelly home.

Connie just sat there, took a couple of sips from her own beer, and put out her cigarette in an ashtray beside her. She sat there looking directly at Sandra, then started.

“You mean… you, Sandra Parker who were so high falootin’, fancy pants, in your cute dresses, social clubs and friends, come to me?” Her voice was slowly getter louder as she scowled at her old classmate. “You and your friends always looked down on me, and snickered about the way I was dressed, and called me “Connie the Cunt! I was the easy girl from the other side of the tracks, and now you are in trouble and you come to me for my help? You miss Homecoming Queen and Prom Queen!” Connie was still scowling.

Sandra’s eyes welled up with tears that ran down her cheeks. “I…I’m sorry, Connie. I didn’t know you felt that way. We’ll leave and not bother you” then started to stand.

“No, no, girl, sit back down! What I just said needed sayin’ and I had to get that off my chest after 20 years,” said the woman who had a definite camel-toe showing in her yoga pants. “I’ll help you. You’re in a tough spot, and I know it took a lot to come here to ask me for help.”

Sandra smiled, sniffed a little snot back from crying and said, “Oh, thank you, Connie…thank you so much! You don’t know how much this will mean to us” profusely thanked her “savior” as it were. Sandra took another drink of her beer, and then Kendra picked her beer up and took two swallows. The young girl had slipped and drank some at a girl friend’s party before, but really didn’t like the taste of it. But she knew the alcohol would relax her and take the tense edge off. Her mother really didn’t notice that her own daughter was drinking an alcoholic beverage.

“You said this guy forcing you two to be hookers was named Terrance Dubois?”

“Yes,” replied Sandra. “A big black man in a fancy car and suit, wearing diamonds everywhere!”

“Damn, girl! He’s a bad pass from what I hear! Came into town about a year ago and started buying up things and taking over things. If you got to answer to him, y’all are into some deep shit!” Connie said with a sympathetic tone. “And from what you tell me, you see what his goons will do to you, and worse! What is it you need me to help you with?

Sandra began to read from a little list she had scribbled out. She knew that Connie had worked for an escort service, and what they should wear. The strip club would be the toughest because she didn’t know what to do or what in the world what costumes they should wear. She was told that she and Kendra would work as a team there.

“Come on back here to Judy’s old room,” she directed as she led them down a narrow hallway to a back bedroom. It was filled with junk and cold as outside because it was closed off. Connie opened a closet door and started pulling out clothes. “Judy had big tits and round bottoms like y’all got. She run off with a nigger about six months ago and I don’t know if she’ll be coming back or not. She’s half nigger herself you know,” Connie explained like it was nothing. “The nigger soldier I went to Germany with dumped me as soon as he got out of the army, left me with his half-breed, bastard girl.”

The whole closet was emptied and all three women bunched up the clothing and took it all back to the living room. They sorted through a lot of bras, tops, leggings, hot pants, and bikini bottoms. Connie went to get something to put them in and came back with a pile of Wal-Mart sacks. She started stuffing them full of Judy’s old outfits.

“They should probably fit both of y’all from what I see of those hot bodies. You both got good looks and great curves. Y’all will do good, believe me. Either one of you will make any man’s pecker hard. You just got to get your techniques down.” With that Connie bent over and looked in a compartment under the coffee table. Both visitors saw her huge breasts swing freely under the tank top. “Here’s a couple of DVD’s I got awhile back. They helped me and maybe they will help you too”

“A few more tips, girls. If you don’t wear a condom, you’ll usually make more money in tips. If a man’s cock has runny sores on it, or looks inflamed, stay away from it, don’t even give ’em a blowjob. You don’t want to be catching the clap or syphilis. Not only will it cut down on your work, but you might also not live as long. Another thing, if they want to give it to ya in the ass, let ’em! You can ask for more money up front for it. If you ain’t had your ass reamed out before, let your husband do it. Just be sure to use plenty of K-Y first and relax. If your old man won’t fuck your ass for ya, stop by the store and buy some cucumbers.” That last part Connie spoke and didn’t even crack a smile; she was serious. All this talk made both Jackson women squeamish, but wet at the same time.

“Don’t be kissing your johns. You aren’t there for romancing, just fucking! You want to get his cum out of his balls and get out of there. And whatever you do, be sure to get your money up front, first, and count it and put it safely away. Have someone on a cell phone nearby that you can call when you get there. If everything looks right, give a code phrase. If you don’t think it’s safe, get out of there, make an excuse. Oh, and by the way, if you’re on the rag, an ass fuck or a blowjob is a good way to save an appointment and make a customer happy at the same time. Learn to give a good blowjob and take cum in your mouth and swallow it, just like in the porno movies.

“Well that’s about 20 years of experience I can give you in a short time. But if you want to stay healthy and stay alive, remember what I’ve told you.” Sandra and Kendra sat there and were stone cold frozen at the instructions that the mother’s classmate had given them. “Ya’ll do fine, believe me. Both of you are fine pieces of ass. Anyway, Sandy, you are a hot looking MILF.

“What’s a MILF?” Sandra asked, afraid of the answer.

“You never heard of a MILF? That’s a Mother I’d Like to Fuck and believe me, you are one!” Connie explained.

The revelation stunned Sandra, but it made her start to think. With that both Sandra and Kendra finished their beers and both hugged Connie and thanked her for her help. Sandra began to tear up again, this time with gratitude. The Jackson girls started out the door and down the steps.

Connie called out, “Now y’all call me and tell me how you’re doin’, ya’ heah? And be careful. I don’t want to be goin’ to no funerals!” That last statement sent chills down both women’s back. As the mother and daughter got to their car, Connie yelled “And one more thing, y’all. When he said convention “clients,”…he wasn’t necessarily talking’ about all men!” then she closed her door to keep the February cold out.

Chapter 4

When Sandra and Kendra got all the sacks out of the trunk, they reeked with cigarette smoke smell. Before they even took them in the house, all the clothing was thrown into the clothes washer and set to a heavy cycle. Jeff was talking to a contractor about replacing the doors, which was giving him an outrageous price because he needed it done quickly.

“Jeff, Kendra and I have to go back out to a store and we’ll be back in maybe an hour. I’ve got a load of clothes in the washing machine. When they finish, you’ve GOT to take them out and put them in the dryer. You he’ah?”

“Yeah, sure hon,” agreed Jeff. He would do anything for his wife now after what he confessed to her last night. Before they left the house though, both Sandra and Kendra had to strip out of their jeans, tops, and underwear and put on clean clothes. They had to get out of the ones they wore to Connie’s for they also reeked with cigarette smoke.

Connie had suggested that they go to thrift stores and buy clothes cheaply and modify them, cutting skirts off very short and stuff like that. Also, if they worked as a team, they might find “props” to use. A huge thrift store was close to their house so they went directly there. Sandra had taken home economics and school, and had made a few pieces of clothing, plus her mother and grandmother had showed her how to cut and sew. Luckily, she also had an old portable sewing machine her mother had given her years ago.

The mother and daughter were going up the aisles when they ran into the pastor’s wife from church that had brought clothing to donate from church members! Sandra thought quickly and said she had an old friend that had a bad storm hit her house and she wanted to buy some items for her! Her friend looked in her buggy and saw, bras, bikini bottoms and tight skirts, plus a set of toy guns and cowboy hats.

She kind of looked back up at Sandra with a wondering look and said, “Oh that is such a good idea Sandra. I know y’all will be a real blessing to her! I’ve got to run now, bye!” and off she went.

When Kendra looked at her mother, Sandra said, “Well, a storm did hit our house, and we did see an old friend, and we needed to buy some items!” Kendra and Sandra both laughed, the first time they laughed together all day.

While shopping through the racks of two-dollar clothing items, Kendra came up with an idea of being two cowgirls, because both of them did have western boots. Sandra came up with an idea of being two naughty nurses when they passed a section of nursing uniforms.

“Mom!!!” Kendra scolded her mother.

“Well, I got the idea from an old VHS tape that I saw in the tape section that had two naughty nurses on the front of the cover. In fact, it was this one!” and Sandra pulled out the video from under the pile of clothes in their buggy.

“Mom!!!” Kendra again gasped. Then they both started laughing. “I guess we will need to do research!” laughed the beautiful redheaded daughter. “It’s a good thing the pastor’s wife did see those!”

It was getting to be late afternoon when they arrived back home with their “stash.” Jeff had dried the clothing from Connie’s and it was all laid out on their bed. Sandra ordered Jeff to go get a pizza, because there was no time to cook. As Sandra worked that evening on all the costumes, Kendra watched the pole dancing and stripping video. Sandra was able to look up and get bits showing as she was working. When the DVD was over, Jeff said he was tired from trying to get the house back in order today and went to bed. After he left, Sandra slipped the “Naughty Nurses” VHS tape into the machine and she and her daughter watched it. Since they were good church going ladies, much of the things they saw were shocking, but both admitted that it made them sexually excited.

That night, Sandra slept in the guest bedroom.

* * *

All were up early. Jeff was dressed and ready because he had an office meeting he could not miss. Sandra got herself and Kendra ready to go to the local health department clinic. Sandra was too embarrassed to go to their regular family physician. Kendra called in another day off from school. By 9 o’clock, the mother and daughter were in the office. A female nurse practitioner came in to see them. The mother told her that her daughter had become sexually active and needed to be on birth control pills. Kendra blushed all shades of red.

“Okay, I’ll just need you to sign this consent form, Mrs. Jackson,” asked the middle-aged nurse practitioner.

“And can I get a couple of pre***********ions for “morning after pills” so she won’t get pregnant until these start to work. The nurse practitioner looked at the girl for a moment, but then started writing in her pre***********ion pad.

“I understand, Mrs. Jackson, I’ve got a couple of horny teenage girls myself,” commented the lady. Kendra felt like crawling under the exam table she was so embarrassed at the implication made about her sexuality.

“This woman thinks I’m a whore and a slut!” the high school junior thought.

Sandra quickly signed the form and the pre***********ion was written.

“Kendra, go back out into the waiting room and wait a few minutes for me, please, honey?” Sandy told her daughter.

“Yeah, sure, Mom,” answered her daughter with a puzzled look, not knowing the purpose of seeing the nurse privately. After she had left, Sandra began to explain to the lady,

“You see, I found out that my husband has been cheating on me. My tubes have been tied, but I’m afraid I might catch some STD. Could you please do a test on me to see if I could have caught anything through him?”

“Sure, Mrs. Jackson, no problem,” replied the understanding lady. A swab was done of Sandra’s vagina and she was told that they would mail her the results in a couple of days. Then the pretty mother would know if she had contracted any venereal disease from her rapists.

The pre***********ion was filled at the local K-Mart because she was too embarrassed to go to her regular pharmacy since they all knew her family. Sandra went back to her costume making and sewing, while Kendra was intently learning dance and pole moves with the DVD from Connie. Sandra remembered that her daughter would be leaving at 4 o’clock going with Dubois for the night. The thought gave her an uneasy feeling.

“Honey,” the concerned mother began speaking to her beautiful daughter. “I …we…haven’t had the talk about sex yet because you always said you were going to wait, so….”

Kendra cut her off, “Relax, Mom! I know all about sex and stuff. You know we had sex education in school. I know all about that ‘birds and the bees’ stuff, and when a guy puts his penis in a woman he squirts semen and if the time is right, she conceives and gets pregnant!”

A sigh of relief came from the mother, “Well, I…”

“And I even know about that big pink dildo you have hidden back in your closet where you think Dad and I won’t find it!” Kendra laughed.

But Sandra’s eyes grew large and she gasped for breath. “Kendra Sue! What were you doin’ snooping around in my closet, young lady?” exclaimed Sandra in an very irritated tone.

“Relax, Mom, I’m not going to tell Dad.” Kendra smiled. “And I know all about my hymen, and that when it gets torn, it will hurt and bleed some, and I will not be a virgin anymore.”

Sandra sat dumbfounded at her daughter’s knowledge of sex. “But there is one thing I want you to teach me, Mom!”

“What’s that?” Sandra was afraid to ask.

“I want you to use the dildo on yourself and show me what to expect, okay?” Kendra asked.

The 38-year old, lovely mother was in a dilemma. She didn’t want her baby going with that bastard Dubois, and really not know what to be expecting. But if she didn’t show her what she could expect, she felt that she would be letting her down. She thought about it a minute, then replied putting her sewing down “Okay, come with me!”

The two went to the master bedroom and Sandra dug out the large, pink, dildo from the closet.

“You understand, Kendra Sue, that I only used this during the long fishing trips your dad goes on with the men from church, and when he goes to accounting conferences.”

“Yeah, Mom, right!” replied her 16-year old with a wisdom that far exceeded her age. “I’ve heard you enjoying yourself in here and the bathroom with the door locked other times.”

“Well, anyway,…oh we might as well get to it” Sandra resigned. Sandra turned around, pulled her sweat pants and panties around to her knees, as if she were ashamed to let her daughter see her undress. When she turned back around, Kendra had already dropped her pants and panties in one swoop and was pulling the sweat shirt over her head.

“Kendra Sue! What in the world are you doin’?” sternly asked Sandra.

“Mom, if we are going to do this ‘lesson, we might as well do it right!”

Kendra was right, her mother thought. So off came the sweat pants the rest of the way, then her Dale Jr. sweat shirt and finally her bra.

“Mom, your breasts are so beautiful!” Kendra complimented. She started to reach out and hold one of her mother’s boobs when Sandra quickly turned away.

“Kendra! Not now!” spoke Sandra. Then the mother thought, “Why did I say, ‘not now,’ instead of ‘never’?” Did she subconsciously wish her daughter would play with her tits?

The beautiful mother lay back on the bed, now fully nude in front of her beautiful 16-year old daughter, also fully nude, and began rubbing her own twat for lubrication. It had already started getting wet with all the talk of sex they had been doing. When her labia were opened up, Sandra told her daughter to hand her the tube of K-Y jelly in the nightstand drawer, which she did. Sandra felt “weird” doing this lewd act in front of her daughter but justified it in her own mind.

When the big, fake phallus was well lubed, she put the head at the opening of her slit. Kendra scooted around on her hands and knees to watch from the bottom. That really did make Sandra feel weird, but it really excited her more. Slowly, but almost effortlessly the pink dong eased up into the mother.

“My …vagina is wider than yours, so your first time, it may be harder for anything to go up in there,” advised the mother.

“I know Momma,” who grinned when she looked at her. Within 30 seconds, the dildo was inserted all the way in. “Turn it on, Momma,” asked Kendra.

“Oh, my god!” Sandra thought. She knows it vibrates, but without saying anything, she twisted the end and the steady hum of the vibrator sent a jolt of sensual pleasure through the mother which made her twitch and raise her butt slightly off the bed. Slowly but rhythmically, the teacher showed the pupil how it went in and out, in and out. Sandra thought at first that she could not go through with this evil and vulgar display in front of her own daughter, but the sensations the fake phallus were providing, and the careful watching of her smiling daughter, sent waves of sexual pleasure through the beautiful mother. In and out faster now, Sandra pumped, masturbating herself in front of her own child! How depraved was this, she thought, but also thrilling at the same time. She was fucking herself for her own daughter! This was much different than the forced sex from the big, nigger cocks night before last.

Sandra began to gasp and moan as the womanly nectar started flowing and further coating the thick dildo. Sandra was enjoying this, even though her own child had her face right down above her crotch, carefully studying sex in its basest form. Kendra could smell her own mother’s secretions and thought they smelled sweet. Sandy rolled her head from side to side, gasping for air, praying for an orgasm that seemed not to come.

“Oh, my gawd! Please! Oh, please!” the mother spoke to some unknown lover, crying out for some sexual release. It was almost there on the edge, and she was rapidly fucking herself with the dildo, but she just couldn’t come as much as she wanted and needed to.

She was praying, “Oh, gawd, let me cum! Oh, gawd, please let me cum”

“Momma, is this your clitor…”

“AAAAAUUUUGGHHHH!” screamed the mother the instant Kendra had violated her clitty with her finger. The resulting orgasm turned the reserved mother into a whore, spasming, writhing on the bed, and screaming like she was being killed. The tender 16-year old thought she had hurt her mother in some way and jumped back. She watched as, unexpectedly, some fluid squirted out around the dildo from her mother’s opening.

“Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd! Oh, FUCK! Oh, gawd! AAAAUUUUGHHHHH!” came another wave of rapture over the MILF. There was more squirting as well. These were the sounds her mother made when she had heard her playing with her vibrator. After a few minutes, Sandra calmed down, breathing heavily, lying on a sweaty sheet with cum juice running out of her and soaking the bed. She looked over at the concerned look on her daughter’s face and smiled.

“Yes, Kendra, that’s the clitoris, and during intercourse, it helps a woman feel wonderful, just like I did.” When Kendra saw she had not hurt her mother, but instead helped her, she laughed and suddenly lunched up and hugged her mother’s neck. Lying naked body to naked body, breast to breast, cunt-to-cunt was shocking to Sandra, but a little something told her it felt good and sensual. She patted her child on the back and told her they needed to get up and start to get her ready for her “date” with Dubois tonight. Chapter 5

As Sandra was helping her precious, 16-year old daughter prepare for Terrance Dubois, she felt as she was preparing the sacrificial lamb. She knew what would happen to her baby tonight. In one final plunge of a big, nigger cock, her child would be changed from an innocent child into a woman. Even with the lurid display earlier, there was nothing she could say or do to prepare her. As Kendra sat in front of the dresser mirror, her red hair perfect, her skin glowing, her finest church dress fitting her properly, Sandra still felt guilty. She wasn’t fixing her up to go to the Senior Prom, she was sending her out to be fucked for the first time, to lose her virginity! But it was Kendra’s choice to go, and even though they had tried, her parents could not talk her out of helping to relieve the debt owed to the black gangster.

Promptly, at 4 p.m., the doorbell rang and when Sandra opened it, there stood Terrance Dubois all pimped out in his gaudy diamonds and fine suit. There also was a blonde bimbo on his arm, not much older than her own daughter, who was smiling as if they were going to the county fair. “Mrs. Jackson, is your beautiful, young daughter ready to go?” came the dreaded man’s voice.

“Yes,…yes she is!” replied Sandra frowning and stood back from the door for Kendra to exit.

“Oh, my but you do look lovely this evening, Miss Kendra!” exclaimed Dubois.

“Thank you, Mr. Dubois.” answered the always polite high-school junior. “Oh, there is no need for such formality my dear. Please just call me Terry.” The skinny blonde bimbo, with a New York accent, jumped up and hugged Kendra. “Hi, doll! You look so pretty! Just like a little angel. We are going to have so much fun tonight with Terry, so don’t be so sad looking!”

“Well me must be going, I have dinner reservations for six downtown and we want to beat the traffic! I will have Kendra back tomorrow morning around ten. Give my best to Jeff as well,” and Dubois turned to leave, and then reached into his coat pocket and handed a slip of paper to Sandra.

“Sandra, you need to be at room 607 at the Downtown Regency for an appointment with a client at 7 o’clock. I have left a key for you at the registration desk in your name. Please be there at 6:45 so you can be prepared. Oh, and please wear something sexy! I like all my ladies to be sexy because they are all beautiful as you and your daughter are. Now don’t disappoint me now, Sandra. It might be detrimental for you AND your daughter!”

As the big, black man headed back out to the curb with the blond and her daughter arm in arm, Sandra knew what that last statement meant. If she failed to meet some strange man tonight, and let him have sex with her, her life and the life of her daughter would be in grave jeopardy. And he had complete control of her daughter tonight! When, Sandra closed the door as the Rolls pulled away, she looked at the paper that contained all the information Dubois had given her along with a statement at the bottom that sent chills down her spine.

“We will be watching you!” If she failed to do as she was told, her daughter could be killed.

The young mother looked at the clock and it was already 4:10. In order to be at the Downtown Regency at 6:45, she would have to leave at 5:45 because of the heavy traffic in Atlanta during rush hour. So this meant she had an hour and a half to make herself sexy for a stranger. Sandra quickly ran to her bathroom and took a shower then dried her body and hair. During this time, she wondered, what among the things she had gotten from Connie and the thrift store would “make her look sexy.” Certainly, nothing in her own wardrobe would qualify. Those were mostly church clothes. With her body and hair dried, she pulled out at found some sexy lingerie bra and panties that Jeff had bought for her one Valentine’s, and she had only worn them that one time.

“This will serve him right!” she thought. She pulled on the skimpy panties and fastened the thin, lacy bra then headed to the living room, where they now kept their “work clothes” to find something “sexy.”

While at the thrift store, Kendra had seen and picked out what must have been a prom dress for some high school girl. It was a size 6, her size, and looked sleek and sexy on her. Well, it was all she saw at the moment to go to an exclusive hotel and be a hooker for the evening. Back in the bedroom, she tried on the dress on and even though it was tight, she could zip it up in back. It was shimmering red with a split all the way up the right side, all the way to the hip. The length was fine, but she did bulge a little in the tummy and it fit tight across her rear end. The neckline was plunging but her 34 C’s bulged out with a massive amount of cleavage. The bra she picked must have been a push-up bra.

Jeff was not home yet and it was 5:30, but he did say they had a special meeting after work. Sometimes it was 6 o’clock when he got home on those days. Sandra Jackson, a church-going 38-year old mother and wife, looked at herself in her full-length mirror, and made a touch-up here and there. Her auburn hair was looking good and there were no make-up smudges. She wished her boobs weren’t showing quite so much in public, but someone would be seeing the whole package anyway, she thought.

When she was looking in the mirror, she prayed, “Lord, please watch over Kendra tonight and keep her safe.” Then she thought about herself, “And Lord, watch over me tonight as well, as I go to meet a complete stranger. And forgive me of my sins, as I leave to go and commit adultery.”

* * *

Just as Sandra was parking her car, her cell phone rang. It was Jeff calling her according to the caller ID.

“Hello,” answered Sandra with no usual happiness.

“Hi, honey. I finally got home and saw you were gone. Did…uh…Kendra get off okay?” Jeff asked.

“Yes, she left at 4 o’clock. I was given an appointment to meet a ‘client’ downtown at the Regency at 7:00. So while I’m down here fucking a complete stranger, you will have to get your own supper, Jeff. I don’t know how long I will be,” came the spiteful reply from his wife.

An elderly couple was just passing her on the way to the garage elevator, and over heard her “I’m down here fucking a complete stranger, you will have to get your own supper, Jeff” comment! The lady gasped and they started walking faster to their own car.

“Uh…okay, honey, you…well…be careful, okay?” replied Jeff then his wife abruptly disconnected. No good-bye or anything. Jeff had started to say, “you have a good time,” but caught himself before it got out. How could a wonderful, Christian lady going out to be a whore have a wonderful time he thought?

Sandra opened the room to 607, and stepped in. She turned on three lamps, and then turned one off. It was a little chilly, being February, so she adjusted the thermostat to warm the room. Exactly how does a prostitute prepare to receive her “client” she thought. Should she go ahead and turn down the bed or leave it made. Should she keep her clothes on or already be undressed when he arrives. She had no earthly idea. She finally decided to just open the window curtain and look out over downtown Atlanta. She saw the steam coming from ducts on roofs, venting exhaust in the cold night air. It was a clear night, and the lights of the city seemed bright on the crisp, February night. She spoke softly to herself, “I guess it’s as good of night as any to get fucked by a stranger!”

When the rap came at the door, Sandra jumped and then realized whom it was and why he was there. Her stomach began to feel uneasy, but she told herself she had to go through with this to save her daughter’s life. By the time she got to the door, the sharp rap came again, only louder.

When Sandra opened the door, there stood a ruggedly handsome man with sandy hair, a sport coat and dress shirt and slacks. She saw immediately that she was about eight to ten years older than the well-built man standing there in the doorway.

“Hi, are you Sandra?” he asked politely. His smile put her somewhat at ease, but she instantaneously again went over all the “rules” that Connie had given her and her daughter.

“Yes, yes I am…come on in,” Sandra forcing a smile to greet her “john.”

“Hi, I’m Bob,” then the 38-year-old wife and mother let him into the room and she locked the door.

“Why did I that door?” she thought. When Sandra walked away from the door up to Bob, his eyes lit up!

“Wow, my contact said you would be a little older than me probably, but wow! You are absolutely gorgeous and smoking hot! I wouldn’t figure you a day over 25!” Bob said as he stood back to look at her. Not knowing if he really meant it or if it was cheap flattery for her, but it was working!

“Why thank you, Bob. That is very sweet of you!” she said accepting the complement. “Now, as to the payment for services rendered…”

“Oh, yes,” said the young man as he reached in his pocket and brought out a money clip with several $100 bills. He peeled off three of them and handed them to Sandra. She tucked the money quickly into her small purse.

“Oh, before we get too far, I stopped in the bar downstairs and got us a bottle of chilled wine. Let me open it first,” then Bob peeled the wrapper and popped the cork. There were no wine glasses so they had to use the plastic-covered clear cups provided in the room. They laughed about drinking expensive wine from cheap hotel cups. Sandra started to feel easier. She thought maybe if she could get drunk and pass out and let him do her and leave she could get through this. Maybe that would count as her date for Dubois’ purposes. Sandra sat on the end of the king-sized bed as Bob sat in an armchair and made small talk. He was an industrial engineer and he really was in Atlanta for a convention. He was from Iowa and said he loved coming to the South for these meetings in the winter to get away from the snow. Sandra nervously swallowed the last of her wine in her cup and Bob filled it again quickly. Then she started on that cup.

Sandra smiled and tried to be nice to the young man, but it was still hard. Finally, she spoke.

“Bob, I’m sorry if I seem overly nervous. You see, I’m kind of’ new at this …” Bob rose from his chair and then sat on the bed with Sandra before she could finish.

“Yes, I know, Sandra. I can tell. Please tell me truthfully now. Is this your first time?” inquired the strange man.

Sandra was stunned a little. “Well, yes it is Bob,” then she gulped down another big swallow of wine. “How…uh…I mean, how could you tell?” she asked.

Bob tenderly picked up her left hand and said, “Because of the wedding rings.”

Sandra wished she could have just melted and pooled in a puddle right there. Her mouth was wide open and she froze for a moment. Her wedding rings! She hardly ever took them off and was so used to wearing them.

“Oh…oh my God!…uh…uh…oh, Bob, I’m sorry..” the beautiful wife stammered.

“No, no, Sandra! Shush. Don’t be sorry! You are a beautiful woman, and your husband is so lucky to have you as his wife. You know, I find it’s kind of a turn-on when I meet-up with a lady of the evening who has wedding rings.” As Bob spoke his voice kept getting softer and he reached for her cup sat it down on a table and used her hands to gently make her stand in front of him. “To me, it tells me that a married lady is sure of herself, she already knows what she wants, and she is an experienced lover!” With this Bob’s lips had gone to the side of Sandra’s neck and began to kiss her neck all the way gently and very slowly up to her earlobe. He took her earlobe gently in his teeth and pulled on it. Then raked it gently with his front incisors.

“Oh what that does to me, whenever Jeff does the same thing,” she thought. But it also was having the same effect on her now. Sandra’s nips grew hard and her slit started to cream. She trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from sexual excitement.

At an erotically slow pace, he kissed up the side of her face and ran his fingers through her thick auburn locks. His mouth was hot and moist on her forehead and Bob was slowly working the little wet kisses down her nose. Every spot he kissed, his tongue tip left a little wet place to mark where it had been. Before she knew what was happening, she was looking directly into his eyes. The couple, strangers to each other, mutually embraced and kissed. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes and then kissed again. This time they became passionate in their kissing, swapping tongues and saliva. Sandra’s breath became heavy and deep. She couldn’t get enough of this young man. She wanted him to kiss her not only on the mouth, but also all over her body, even in her most intimate places. She determined she was going to give her body to this young man who was several years younger than herself. She remembered about what Connie said about “no kissing.” But hell, that went out the window when Bob started seducing her on her neck! They embraced and kept the passion going. The zipper on Sandra’s gown was now all the way open and his hand was gently rubbing her bare back.

“How did it get that way,” she thought. “Oh, it must have been Bob’s fingers that unzipped it. He’s undressing me!” But she didn’t care. Ever so slowly Bob drew his new lover around to the side of the bed with the back of Sandra’s thighs touching the side of the soon to be love nest. Bob reached up to the straps suspending Sandra’s dress on her shoulders pulling them off and letting go. Sandra dropped her arms to her side and the red prom dress fell and puddled at her feet. Wrapping his arms around to her back, he quickly unsnapped the bra strap and pulled it gently off her frame. It fell down to join the gown at her feet.

“He is undressing me, and I’m letting him so he can have sex with me!” roared through the lovely wife’s mind but she loved the lust in his eyes as she was stripped. All Bob thought was he wanted to continue undressing this vision of middle-age loveliness, peeling each piece of clothing from off her body as if stripping petals from a delicate flower. Sandy had worn stay-up hose, but they were sexy enough for the Midwest man. His hands kneaded her breasts on her naked chest, pulling one tit up and he began sucking on the nipple. The young man from Iowa pulled the other firm tit to his warm mouth and suckled it even harder, trying to get milk from this MILF. He stood back as if to admire the work he had already accomplish but also to admire this woman’s luscious body. The titties stood up on her chest with hard nipples so proudly erect. Not a bit of sag! Her chest was now moving up and down with her deep breathing. Her heart was beat so strong and fast, surely he could hear it!

“You are so, so beautiful Sandra!” Bob spoke in a soft voice.

* * *

This mother hadn’t felt this way in years, having a man looking at her near naked body and seem to be worshipping it. She closed her eyes, which were wet with tears, but she was smiling. When she opened her eyes again, Bob was standing before her in just his briefs. His body was lithe and lean. Adequate hair covered his chest but not too much. His abdomen showed a slight hint of a six-pack. Her eyes were drawn to the huge bulge that was on the front of his briefs. That would be the penis that would go inside her married pussy. Again, he wrapped his arms around her body and she held on to his and kissed again. She now felt easy with this young man from Iowa. She felt she could trust him. As he kissed her now, she felt his fingers deftly pull the elastic of the lacy panties over her smooth hips and let them fall, joining her dress and bra on the floor. Bob broke her kiss, still looking into her eyes and took her hands and gently pushed her back, helping her to simply lie back on the bed. Sandra just used her toes from each foot to pry the shoe off the opposite foot while he was soaking in the nude body that lay before him.

“You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and certainly more beautiful than others I’ve met in these situations. You know why, Sandra?” he asked. Sandra simply smiled, with tears in her eyes, and shook her head “no,” for she assumed he would tell her.

“Because you are real, Sandra! A natural beauty that is not ashamed to share that beauty with another man. Most women I see are cheap, fake, only there for the money. You are a mother I presume?” he asked.

“Yes,” was all the answer she would give, but still with a feel-good smile.

“You are a real wife and mother that came here tonight, maybe because she had to for the money, but now the look in her eyes tells me she wants to be here!” Bob softly said. Then, when Sandra thought about that last statement, she knew he was right! She now wanted to be here, naked before a complete stranger, and let her 38-year old body be loved, lusted for, and desired by a handsome man. She would give married body to him.

It wasn’t until now that Bob pulled his own briefs off and let them fall, releasing a fine cock that was indeed a wonderful specimen of male anatomy. As Bob slowly crawled upon to the bed, she grabbed the hard dick as to help pull him up on top of her. She looked and made her inspection. No redness and no runny looking sores, as Connie had warned against. He was clean, and handsome, and was about to screw her cunt!

Without a word, both simultaneously repositioned themselves long ways on the bed so that the soft pillows cradled Sandra’s head. Bob now began to kiss this lovely creature again as he slowly lowered his body onto her. She felt his warm skin touching hers. He felt her firm breasts mashing against his chest. Her woman juices were flowing now in anticipation of the inevitable insertion of his male member. They were preparing her vaginal cavity to be fucked, to be violated, to mate! They kissed another minute in a close embrace.

Her eyes had been closed, but now he wasn’t there. Where did he go? She opened her eyes to see his head lowering down to her womanly parts, her cavern of delight. No! No! She was unsure of her vaginal juices if they would smell repulsive to him. Then she felt the Bob’s tongue began to lick inside her vulva and nuzzle her lips. After several moments, he applied direct suction to her clit and Sandra thought she would lose her mind right then! Her hips bucked off the bed and her body was in a suspended arch. The younger man had to hold on to her thighs to remain in contact.

“Awwww, gawd! Oh, gawd! She screamed with her first orgasm of the night, then filled her lungs with air and held it as she remained motionless, still arched off of the bed. Her husband had never gone down on her and this was her first experience of oral heaven in her hole. He lapped and lapped the abundance of nectar that began pouring from her vagina. Finally, Sandra let herself collapse back onto the bed, and shook with further orgasms. She began to almost lose consciousness.

Then, Sandra felt it! The large mushroom-shaped head of his circumcised cock knocking to gain entrance to her chamber of love! Would she let him in or would she turn him away as an invader? This beautiful wife of Jeff Jackson and mother of a beautiful 16-year old girl reached down and gently stretched the skin on either side of her vagina, allowing the thick labia to allow entrance. And enter it did! Slowly but positively, with a steady movement the cock pushed in. No friction impeded the flow of the man meat into her lubricated depths until he bottomed out, somewhere past the entrance of her cervix. The head was definitely in her womb, but with her fallopian tubes shut off, no risk of pregnancy with a bastard child was thought of. Bob began the slow and steady stroke of copulation, making Sandra have a feeling of rapture, as well as he. The angle was such that her G-spot was partially rubbed and this furthered the flames of passion in her belly.

After several minutes of the ever intensifying boiling, a sudden burst of sexual lightning struck Sandra’s inner core. She screamed and cried at the same time as the young man kept pistoning her with his dick.

“Oh, FUCK! AAAUUUUGGHHH, oh gawd! That feels so good! Don’t stop! Keep stroking! Don’t you dare pull out! AAAUUUGGHH!” came the wife’s screams from the penetration of a strange penis.

His cock wasn’t necessarily that long, nor that thick. Sandra believed it was the strangeness of it. A man whom she had never met until a few minutes ago was now sharing with her the most intimate experience that a male and female can make. He was fucking her! She was fucking him, as she pushed her cunt up against him. They were mating with each other! And it felt good! Damn, it felt so good, and she no longer was ashamed.

“Fuck me, Bob, Fuck my married pussy, Bob! Fuck me!” came her screams as she orgasmed over and over. Finally, after trying to hold off as long as he could, his body could not take any more of this sexual wildcat underneath him.

“Aaaauuuggghhhwwww” He groaned. He emptied what he thought to be a gallon of semen into the married woman’s womb.

As both came back to the realm of conscious reality, they continued to embrace, to snuggle and then to once again kiss. Bob left his tool up in the auburn haired beauty until it had finally lost all stiffness and simply plopped out. That which had seemed so taboo in Sandra’s mind last week, just didn’t seem as bad now. Was it because she was officially now an adulterer, or was it because she enjoyed it so much?

As Bob was now dressing himself to leave, he looked over at the nude and perfect female form lying on the bed on her side, where she had propped her head up by her hand and arm, watching him. “Sandra, do you know what a hot wife is?” he quizzed.

“No, I don’t Bob. Remember, all this is rather new to me,” she replied.

“A hot wife is a beautiful wife, like yourself, who goes out with other guys, has sex with them, but not for money, just because they want to. They go home with a load of semen and sit on their husband’s faces and makes him eat it and clean her out. Some men really like that part and look forward to her sharing her intimate night out with some other man. You might want to think about trying that with your own husband,” he explained.

Sandra thought about it for a minute. “Thank you Bob. I might just try that and see how he likes it.”

Bob picked up his sports jacket, bent over to the lovely wife and mother and kissed her again. He reached in his pocket and peeled off another hundred from the money clip and dropped it in front of her.

“Here, pretty lady, you keep this as a tip. As far as I’m concerned, you were worth every penny I handed you tonight! When I come back to Atlanta, I’m going to ask for you by name and I hope you will be around!” said the handsome 30-year old.

“Thank you, Bob, and thank you for your kindness. It means a lot to me, more than you will ever know!” Sandra replied. Bob walked out the door and was gone. Sandra laid back on the bed and looked out the window glass at the cold, clear Atlanta night. “A lover for an hour. Could I get used to this?” she asked herself.

When she got up from the bed she felt the spunk starting to move down from her womb. She wanted to do what Bob suggested, but how would she keep it all up inside her and most of it not leak out? Toilet paper or tissues wouldn’t keep it in her. She needed something like a stopper! Then she thought about the condoms she now carried with her. She took a foil out of her purse, opened it, and quickly stuffed it with lots of toilet paper and tissues. When she had stuffed it and had tied it off, it looked somewhat like a pink sausage. Then she pushed her sausage up into herself like a tampon. She thought that this might work and keep most of Bob’s semen inside. This was a souvenir that she was going to share with her gambling, son of a bitch husband.

Sandra dressed and turned out the light and opened the door to leave. There stood a large black man with baggy clothes, gaudy jewelry, and a hat on his head. He stood there smiling at her and simply held out his hand. He had been waiting for Sandra right outside her door. She did not know if this was one of the men who had raped her the other night because they had ski masks on that covered their faces. Then the cold, hard reality again hit her in the face. The 38-year old beauty was not there to experience love and compassion from a handsome man, but to serve as Terrance Dubois’ whore! The Negro didn’t say a word to give away his voice. He simply was standing there, smiling, holding out his hand, and expecting her to give him the money for her “services” tonight. Sandra reached into her purse pulled out the original $300 still folded and placed the blackmail money into the palm of his hand. He tipped his hat and walked away. She had not said anything to the man, but all she wanted to do was kick him in his nuts! Luckily, Sandra had put the extra $100 tip tucked away unseen.

On the way home, Sandra could not help but think about and worry about Kendra with that evil Dubois man. She knew her daughter was mature for her age and had a good head on her shoulders. But she also knew that when her daughter returned home tomorrow, her flower would have been taken from her. She would not be a virgin, but a woman. She could not save herself for her husband, and that saddened the loving mother.

Sandra arrived home about 11 o’clock. Jeff was at home and in fact was already in bed but not asleep when she walked into the bedroom.

“Hi, honey. How did it go?” he timidly asked.

Sandra did not answer a word but simply took off her gown, bra, shoes, and panties, letting them fall onto the floor where they stayed. With no emotion, she walked up to his side of their bed and simply commanded, “Strip!!”

Jeff was unsure what she meant. “What do you mean, Sandra”?

“Damn you, Jeff! I said strip naked and lay on your back on the bed. Now!!” Sandra screamed at her husband.

The husband understood that perfectly! He quickly shed his undershirt and boxers, then laid back on the bed, face up. Sandra climbed on the bed and straddled his head.

“Open your mouth, you son of a bitch!” again she screamed.

When her husband obeyed, the wife said, “Jeff, here is all your gambling winnings for tonight!” Sandra quickly pulled out the tissue filled condom and sat her vagina opening directly over Jeff’s mouth! Globs of white semen fell down into his mouth, almost choking him. Some ran into his nose, and some traced down his cheeks and chin. She rubbed her twat all over his face as if to add to her humiliation of him. Then Sandra saw something she did not expect. Since she was facing towards Jeff’s lower body, she saw his cock standing straight up, harder than she ever seen it before! Jeff was getting sexually aroused by being force fed another man’s cum! Sandra lunged forward and swallowed Jeff’s cock and began sucking and slurping it. She hadn’t given many blowjobs before, but she was an expert cock-sucker tonight! When Mike was able to breathe again, he began licking all around his wife’s cunt, but especially on the swollen clit that had angrily stood out. It wasn’t long before both husband and wife orgasmed with an intensity that neither had experienced before in their married life.

She had fed her husband a strange man’s cum from her pussy, because she was now a nigger man’s whore, and her husband, even though was forced to eat it, gladly received it, and swallowed it down thankfully. When both recovered from their existential trip to the Fifth Dimension, Sandra turned around and kissed her husband’s cum covered face, tasting for the first time Bob’s semen that he had left in her womb. Jeff gently embraced his wife as she then lay peacefully beside him. The lamp was turned out and the covers were pulled up to ward off the chill of a February night. Neither spoke a word, but both husband and his prostitute wife were sound asleep within a minute, nude under the covers.

Chapter 6

Terrance Dubois had held the front passenger door open, indicating that he wanted Sandra’s daughter to sit next to him. Mitzi, the ditzy blond entered behind her, leaving Kendra between the two of them on the long bench seat.

“Kendra, we are going to a lot of fun tonight, just wait and see, but it’s still early and we need to stop and get you some proper clothing,” Dubois stated as he drove.

“Uh, why? What’s wrong with my clothing’?” questioned the young girl.

“Nothing really, dear, if you want to go to revival meeting. But that’s now where we are goin’! We are goin’ to a very nice and exclusive downtown Atlanta club for our meal. I’m afraid you would feel kind of out of place dressed like that!” responded Dubois.

What the man wanted was for her to look like a slut. The Rolls Royce pulled up in front of a hole in the wall store in the downtown area called “The Pussy Cats.” All three went in the store which had many racks of women’s and junior’s clothes. Most of the clothing Kendra saw, she would have never dreamed of wearing. Not only were all the dresses way too short, but they were also gaudy and flashy looking. The honor student thought only hookers and tramps would shop there, thus she felt very out of place. But that was exactly why they were there.

“Mitzi, help Kendra pick out something nice and appropriate for the night please,” Dubois ordered then turned away to answer a cell phone call.

“What size are you, honey?” asked Mitzi.

“Uh,…about a 6, I think” answered Kendra.

“Yeah, your boobs look like they are good and full too! I think I saw something up here Terry would like,” the blond said and strutted down an aisle. Her yellow mini-skirt was so short and tight, it almost didn’t qualify as clothing. Her blouse was a sheer wrap-around piece and she balanced on very high platform heels. “Come on in here, doll, and let’s try this one on,” the ditzy blond instructed.

Both women entered a dressing booth that only had a draw curtain. Kendra saw that a gap was open that would allow anyone in the store to look in.

“Here, honey, try this on and hurry! We don’t want to keep Terry waiting. He gets real pissed when one of his girls keeps him waiting.” Kendra took off the jacket and skirt of the suit she wore, then the blouse and slip, leaving just the bra and panties.

“Come, on honey, all of it! Hurry up now!” ordered Mitzi.

The 11th grader took her underwear off and felt more naked than ever with the gap in the opening. Mitzi handed her a slinky, purple shimmering dress. When it was on the girl, it barely came over her ass and was just past her ass cheeks. The top lay open, exposing the chest of the girl almost completely.

Kendra thought, “How can I wear this in public? I’ll look like a whore!” Then she remembered that that is exactly what she and her mother were going to be. Two whores being blackmailed to work for a nigger, who would kill them both if they didn’t!

“Be right back, doll!” Mitzi said as she bolted through the doorway, letting the curtain fabric float around, further exposing the occupant. She was immediately back with some kind of undergarment in her hand. Mitzi simply pulled the top of the dress off the shoulders of the high school girl to uncover her nice rack.

“Yeah! You do have nice titties, doll! Here, put this on!” commanded the blond. The garment turned out to be a shelf bra and pushup bra in one. Kendra’s breasts were lifted and squeezed to show maximum cleavage, but the tits lay open on top with her now very erect nipples showing. When she pulled the shoulders of the garment back up, now her titties were well exposed, jutting out, with ample cleavage and areolas exposed. Mitzi pulled a reluctant Kendra back out to the floor where Dubois, still on his phone, simply looked her over and whispered to Mitzi to get her some shoes. Kendra followed Mitzi to another aisle, which contained nothing but high heel shoes. They found Kendra size and found a purple pair that fit Kendra perfectly. The stilettos lifted the high school girl 6 inches taller, but she could barely walk in them.

“Here, sweetie, just follow me and watch me,” Mitzi told her. The blond walked back to the dressing room, putting one foot exactly in front of the other, and accented her behind as she walked. Kendra found she could walk better that way, but not much. “You’ll get used to them, honey. Come on we’ve got to pay and get out of here. We don’t want to keep Terry waiting!” Mitzi spoke quickly.

“Wait, Mitzi!” whispered Kendra. “I don’t have any panties on underneath this thing!”

“Doll, don’t worry about it! They just get in the way of the goodies. And believe me, with the dates and dances you will be doing for Terry, they won’t be staying on that long anyway!” smiled Mitzi as she grabbed up the shoes, suit, blouse and all underwear she wore into the store and pushed them into a large “Pussy Cats” shopping bag and handed them to the stunned girl.

As the redheaded student was now again sitting in the middle of the luxury car between her two companions, she was embarrassed and very self-conscious of her near nudity. Every once in a while Dubois would reach down and rub Kendra’s left thigh, with his diamond-ringed pinky finger coming dangerously close to the girl’s twat. Mitzi did the same to the right thigh, but she was looking directly at Kendra and smiling an evil smile. The poor girl had no idea what was going to be in store for her this evening.

Dubois pulled up in front of a very well-lit building with a large neon sign over the entrance displaying “The Stallion Gentleman’s Club.” The two slutty women followed Terrance Dubois into the club.

“Good evening, Mr. Dubois! Good evening, ladies!” greeted the doorman. Dubois made his way up front where a stage was decorated elaborately with lights, gold steamers, and glitter everywhere. Dubois held out the seat for Kendra to sit, then for Mitzi.

“Always the gentleman, Terry!” Mitzi said and gave a big kiss to her benefactor as she pulled him to her face. His big black hand reached into her top and pulled out a tit and left it hanging. Mitzi just left it out, unashamed.

When the big Negro man sat around next to Kendra, he handed her a card. “Here, my dear. This is your new ID card, use it whenever you are here and at any other place I send you to work. Be sure you keep it with you. It will be bad if you don’t!” he said as he looked directly into the young girl’s eyes, which made her shiver. The card was an exact duplicate of her own Georgia driver’s license she had obtained last year except for three exceptions. Foremost, it showed her being born in a year that would make her 21. Then she noticed her name was simply “Kendra Reese” and that she lived at some address on Peachtree Street. It even had the same picture that was on her real license. Somehow, his fake ID maker had connections to the Georgia Department of Motor Vehicles, she though. She put it in her purse quickly.

“Good evening, Mr. Dubois. Would you like your usual, sir?” spoke a young waitress, not that much older than Kendra. Her uniform was very short and tight fitting.

“Yes, Judy. Make that three. Thank you!” returned Dubois as he run his big, black hand under the brief uniform, rubbing her leg. A waiter came and brought a bottle of champagne, chilled in a silver ice bucket. He pulled the foil wrapper off the neck and popped the cork, pouring three glasses of the fine, bubbly beverage. When the glass was placed in front of Kendra, the high-school junior spoke up. “Oh, no, Mr. Dubois, uh, Terry. Please, I’m not old enough to drink!”

Dubois picked up her glass and handed it to her saying, “Relax, my dear! You have an ID that says you are 21, and you have every right to drink if you want to. I own this club and I want you to drink!” he spoke as he looked into her eyes.

Slowly, Kendra took the glass from the big Negro man and put it to her lips to sip. It was fruity tasting, but also very tangy. The bubbles tickled her nose. She drank several swallows until the glass was empty, then Dubois refilled it, smiling at the young girl. While he was doing this, his hand began to creep up Kendra’s leg until he touched the tender, moist lips of her fair flower. Kendra jumped and stared straight ahead. With no panties on, his molesting hand was unimpeded. He kept rubbing her pubis until he began to feel moisture from the girl. A city official came over and greeted Dubois and they shook hands. They started a conversation lasting for at least ten minutes. All that time, Dubois had his left hand under the table, playing with Kendra’s pussy, poking his pinky finger into her vulva. Her dress was so short that it rose up to completely, exposing her genitals. The tablecloth covered the top but not far down the sides. She was unsure if anybody sitting in front of her could see the molestation of her privates going on. Occasionally he would dip a big finger into her channel but stop when he felt her hymen. That would be taken care of later. Mostly, he pulled and rubbed on her labia petals and rolled her clit between two fingers. The high school junior had to suppress three violent orgasms during this time. She certainly didn’t want to embarrass Mr. Dubois while talking to his guest. Kendra had masturbated herself a few times, while in the shower. She knew she would be vocal if she came. When the guest left, Dubois stopped rubbing Kendra but brought his fingers up and sucked them in his mouth briefly.

“My, my, Kendra, but you taste good! Mitzi and I can’t wait to taste your lovely snatch later!” said Dubois with a laugh. That answered a question that had been lingering on the young girl’s mind. She would be forced into lesbianism with the blond bimbo, who still had a breast hanging out.

The food was brought and a plate was set in front of each. Each contained a New York Strip steak cooked medium rare, baby carrots, and green peas. Each champagne glass was kept filled. All started to eat, but Kendra didn’t know if she could hold anything down with the pussy play that was occurring on her, and with the booze. But she found the steak to be very good and, in fact, the best she ever ate, she thought.

While they ate, Dubois started the conversation. You know ladies, when I was a young boy, my family was diet po’. I had five brutha’s and five sista’s. My daddy wuz a sharecropper over around the Georgia and Alabama line. Us nigga’s would pick cotton ’til our hands was bleedin’ by the end of the day. It was hard wuk. Too hard fo’ me, so’s I up and runs away from home when I wuz 12. I killed my fust nigga’ when I was only 15. I kills my fust white man when I was 16. But I always seemed to stay ahead of the law some hows”

The story sent cold shivers up and down Kendra’s spine. “He is capable of murdering my whole family, if he was a mind to!” she thought with a knot drawing up inside of her.

* * *

Just then, the house lights lowered and bright spotlights illumined the stage. A voice came over the loud speakers.

“Ladies, and Gentlemen. Welcome to the Stallion Club this evening. Our first lovely dancer comes from right here in Atlanta, and has really made a name for herself at the Stallion club. I present to you the lovely, Delilah for your viewing and lusting pleasure!”

Applause greeted the first dancer, who was a black-haired, beautiful young woman, but her make-up made her look older than she was. The lovely girl danced around the stage with a sheer lavender genie outfit on. Her boobs were well on display despite the sheer material. She shook and grinded her ass, which she would spank once in a while. She made alluring moves and looks to various men who came around the stage for a closer view. They poked fives and tens down into her massive cleavage for her tips. At the end of the first song another slow, sensual song started, and the dancer slowly stripped off the sheer top so her tits completely swung free. There was a birthmark on the side of her left breast.

Kendra thought, “I’ve seen that birthmark somewhere before, but where?”

Again the lurid and lewd dancing continued around the stage as she grabbed her jugs and rubbed men’s faces with them. Towards the end of the second song, she dropped the sheer bottom and now the beautiful brunette was completely naked, except for the high stilettos she had on. Dubois leaned over to Kendra and whispered into Kendra’s ear.

“Watch her carefully and see everything she does, my dear. That will be you up there before long!” The revelation shocked the high-school honor student. That was going to be her before long, bumping and grinding a vulgar dance before a bunch of lustful men! But Kendra started to feel moisture flow from her own pussy! Why could that be? Am I really being turned on by this vulgar display?” she wondered.

On this set, the dancer spent most of her time on her back with her ass and pussy stuck up, right in the faces of the men tipping her! When the tips stopped coming, she would stick her fingers in her cunt, fuck herself about 10 seconds then suck them in her mouth. Oh, how nasty and disgusting that was, Kendra thought! It was then that Kendra saw a small tattoo on her pelvis right above her vagina, but she was too far away to tell what it was. The dancer did have a black garter around her leg right above her knee where her admirers would stick their tips. The men simply folded up the bill and put the tip under the elastic belt. Every so often a woman would come up and put a bill under the garter as well.

Towards the end of the last song, thus her set, Dubois wrapped a $100 bill around his index finger and gave it to Kendra. He leaned over to Kendra to talk above the loud music, and placed the finger formed bill over Kendra’s right index finger.

“Go up to her like she is on the floor at the end of the stage. Tell her Terrance Dubois told you to insert this in her pussy. I’ll be watching you so do what I say!”

The innocent honors student in the shimmering short dress got up and walked around to the end of the stage. When the girl looked at her, and Kendra saw her face, “Karen Hasty!” That was Karen Hasty who graduated last year from her high school! Even though she was two years ahead, Kendra knew her. They had gym class together, and that’s where she had seen the small birthmark, in the locker room. Karen was always nice to lower classmen. Karen looked at Kendra and almost froze! The dancer knew she had been recognized.

Kendra motioned for her to lean forward and when she did, she had to almost yell in Karen’s ear over the music and cheering and hoots of the audience.

“Mr. Terrance Dubois told me to come up here and stick this in your pussy with my finger!” she yelled.

Both girls turned red with humiliation, but Karen scooted close to the stage, lay back and splayed her legs, displaying her crotch about a foot in front of Kendra, who then with her index finger pushed the $100 bill into her pussy deep, as she was instructed. When she did, the 16-year old was close enough to see what the tattoo was. It was the word “SLUT” inked permanently above her cunt! Kendra immediately turned and hurried back to the table, not even looking back to see what Karen did with the money. But the young redhead did feel a bit of Karen’s moisture on her finger. She felt so dirty having to do that to her friend, but it also excited her.

After about an hour, Dubois’ group left the table and he led them up some steps to a second, much higher level that looked down over the stage and the whole club. He showed the ladies into a room that was painted black but pinkish and lavender lights and neon illumined the room. A small bar was along the back and a king size bed was in the center. A Plexiglas wall took up one wall and all the dancers and patrons could be seen below in the club. It was so sound proof, all of the loud music was only a very soft “thump, thump, thump” of the beat. It was built that way so the screams and cries of young, virgin girls could not be heard below.

“Kendra, come here, take and drink this. It will make you feel better,” commanded Dubois. When she took the glass she asked what it was. “It’s just gin and tonic, with some sweet cherry flavoring for a better taste for a young girl,” he replied. He didn’t tell her, though, that he had doubled the alcohol in the drink so it would get her drunker quicker. The high-school junior took a swallow then coughed at the burning of the alcohol. So, she figured it better to swallow it all in one gulp, like medicine and that’s exactly what she did. She coughed again was getting used to the burning.

“My, my girl, but yo’ sho’ can drink your liquor!” complimented Dubois. He fixed another and handed it to her, which she drank slower. When she looked above the bar, she saw a row of 2 by 2 foot white cloths, each with a red stain in the middle. Each had a female’s name displayed on the bottom of each cloth. There in the middle was a red-stained cloth with the name “Karen Hasty” in big block letters! Trophies of girls who had their virginity taken from them by this nigger! Kendra figured tomorrow her trophy would be hanging on Dubois’ wall; a trophy worth $20,000!

With the alcohol of the champagne she drank in the club and the gin she was drinking here, the young redhead was feeling kind of woozy. Mitzi and Terrance directed her over to the bed in the center. She sat on the side facing the Plexiglas, looking down to the floor below. Could they all watch while she had her cherry popped? Right now, she didn’t care. She just wanted to get this over with so she could go home to her Momma. Kendra heard a noise and looked behind her on the bed. Dubois was already pounding his big, black, slab of cock meat into Mitzi lying next to her.

“I’ll be next, the main attraction!” she thought then she threw the drink back and finished the remainder of the gin. She lay back to watch Mitzi’s face contort to the massive fucking she was getting from the giant dick. She screamed a couple of times, signaling her own orgasms.

Dubois pulled out of Mitzi’s shaved snatch just before he blew his load into her. He was saving it for the pretty redhead. Both Dubois and Mitzi pulled her now almost limp body around and the black man placed her legs on either side of himself with her ankles on his shoulders. Mitzi helped pull the short, sexy dress off the high school junior’s body, then unsnapped the sexy bra. They both then laid Kendra back on the mattress. The honors student looked up at Dubois and Mitzi’s faces wondering what was going on. She had suddenly felt a chill. When she reached up to check her dress, it was gone! All she grasped were two mounds of her own tender tit flesh

Dubois gazed upon the lovely Kendra Jackson’s naked body and longed for the day that her lovely mother would also be laid out nude before him, ready to fuck! The evil Negro thought he lusted more for the mother than the daughter! But now it was time for the virgin sacrifice! The 2 by 2 cloth had been placed and all was ready. Kendra was so drunk she hardly realized what was going on. Dubois took one more look at the beautiful, young vagina, checking that indeed the precious hymen was still intact, but would be soon torn away. He eased the big plum head of his nigger dick to the waiting mouth of the innocent hole. He steadied himself, waiting for the exquisite moment when he would take forever what this young girl had been saving, for him. Then he plunged!

“AAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH! Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd! It hurts! Take it out, pleeeeease take it out!” the young 16-year old cried as the thick cock head tore through the thin membrane guard of her purity. The deed was done, her innocence was gone, and blood was already seeping onto the cloth that would become a new trophy above a black man’s bar.

“AAAAAUUUUGGGHHHHH! Pleeeeease your killing meeee! Oh, gawd save me from this big nigger!” cried the desperate young female as her rapist sawed back and forth in the tender chute.

“He’s killing me, God! This big nigger is killing me!! EEEEEEeeeeeeee!” the young girl screamed again! The ditzy-headed Mitzi was at her head, trying to comfort her, kissing her cheeks, and whispering into her ear.

“I know, honey, the first time is always the worst, but you will get used to it. Then it will feel good to you! You’ll see!”

Kendra knew that her screams for help could not be heard outside of the soundproof room, and that maybe some were watching her being fucked from the club below. But she screamed anyway. It could not be called a rape, because all saw that she lay down willingly. But at that moment, all Kendra cared about was letting her life end, to stop the pain, suffering, torment, and humiliation. But death would not come. Instead she endured two hours of continuous intercourse with the huge nigger taking her in all positions, missionary, cowgirl, and doggy positions. He did not take her ass cherry. He thought he would save that for his birthday!

Finally, all slept on the bed the rest of the night. But Terry Dubois gave his new “girl” another good fucking the next morning. After all, he had to get his $20,000 worth, didn’t he? Kendra basically lay there grunting with each thrust until she felt his semen fill her yet again.

Chapter 7

The black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of the Jackson’s house at 10 o’clock the next morning. Kendra eased herself out of the passenger seat and slammed the door behind her. She was still dressed in the obscenely short dress and “cum fuck me” shoes that Dubois had purchased for her. She hoped the neighbors wouldn’t notice her lack of clothing. In her hand she carried an envelope. Sandra had been watching for her baby to arrive home. She was not ready for what she saw. A redheaded hooker, walking funny because of the soreness in her groin, was coming down their sidewalk. Her beautiful hair disheveled from being pulled half of the night. The other half sleeping on the big bed between a skinny, blond, white girl and a big, nigger rapist.

Sandra opened the door for her daughter who leaped into her arms and began to cry profusely. The mother was kissing her face, trying to console her child from the ordeal she had to suffer. After about five minutes, Kendra dropped the “The Pussy Cats” sack that held her original outfit and handed the envelope to Jeff. Jeff opened it, which contained a note, which he read aloud.

“Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. Your daughter, Kendra, is beautiful and very sexy. We had a wonderful time last night and it was worth every dollar of the $20,000 I deducted for the privilege of tearing open her delicate hymen and popping her cherry. As of the present time, the $20,000 that Kendra has taken care of, and the $300 you have taken care of for us, Mrs. Jackson, your family’s bill now stands at $79,700.00. I will be in touch soon.” And was signed simply, “T.D.”

As Jeff read to his family the nasty note of what the big nigger had done to his little girl, it almost made him sick enough to throw up. Kendra went to her bathroom and ran a tub of hot water and soaked for a half an hour to give her labia some relief. When she came back into the family room, she had a large, soft terry-cloth bathrobe of her mother’s around her. She sat on couch, where she ate some lunch her mother made for her. But first, Sandra handed her daughter one of the “morning after” pills because she didn’t know how soon the birth control pills would be effective. She certainly didn’t want the 16-year old getting pregnant with that nigger’s baby!

Kendra told the basics about her time with Dubois, but she went into detail with her mother about the dancers at the Stallion Gentleman’s Club. She tried to explain how they moved, how they used the pole, how they split, and how they crawled around and used their asses to entice tips. During that part, Jeff got up and left.

“Momma, you remember Karen Hasty, who graduated from our school last year?” asked Kendra of her mother.

“She was valedictorian of her class wasn’t she?” the pretty auburn-haired mother asked. “Why?”

“Well she is now working down at that “gentleman’s club” as a stripper, and from the looks of it, she makes a lot of money. But I figured she or her family may have been blackmailed as well. Anyway, she had the word ‘slut’ tattooed over her pussy. Probably it’s only a matter of time until we both will be made to have ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ or ‘black cock lover’ tattooed over ours. I saw all those filthy things tattooed on other girls.” Kendra explained. But even as she was telling about it, a tingle in her groin almost made her wish that she and her mom could be denigrated and shamed even more by being branded this way.

The mother and daughter team watched the stripper video again that Connie Nix had given them. The daughter was teaching the mother about the basic routines, about three dances to a set, and stripping more off until the dancer was completely naked by the end of the second song. Sandra then explained to her daughter how her “date” with Bob went, how she really enjoyed it, but had to give all but the hidden tip to the goon at the door. She even told her daughter about straddling her dad and feeding him the stranger’s cum to him to get back for what he had done to them. They both giggled and laughed about that!

Since Jeff did not come back in, Sandy pulled out her cell phone and brought up the picture that Bob took last night.

“Oh, Mom!…Oh, Mom!” was all the daughter could say as she saw the picture of spunk oozing out of her mother’s puckered hole. That was all that was said because they both laughed hysterically until Jeff came back in. They didn’t want to arouse any suspicion over what they were laughing at.

At three o’clock, Sandra answered the phone and it was Terrance Dubois. “Mrs. Jackson, I have an appointment for both you and your daughter tonight for a bachelor party. It is at a motel meeting room at a Holiday Inn off of I-285. Since it is a mother-daughter act, the price is $500 where normally I charge $300. You can fuck the guys if you’d like to, but I suggest that you do. Please be there at 9 o’clock sharp. Don’t be late.” Then the bastard hung up.

At 8:45 p.m., Sandra parked her car in front of the motel. She sat and sighed. Kendra handed her mother the vodka bottle they had picked up at a liquor store on the way there. Kendra had already managed to take several swallows of the clear, fire water down her throat. It wasn’t much different than what she was given last night to drink before giving her innocence away. Now it was her mother’s turn. They thought it might give them some courage, or at least numb the guilt and shame. As the lovely 38-year old mother took several swallows herself, she didn’t know if it would help or not.

After knocking at the door, it flew open and the guy shouted, “Hey guys! Our entertainment is here!” Kendra walked in with the shimmery purple dress from last night. It was the only sexy dress she had. Her mother walked in with her red gown from last night. It also was the sexiest dress she had. Dubois had texted Sandra telling her they must wear something sexy and revealing to the party to give the boys an “eye full!” They knew Terry meant for them to show as much skin as possible and be ready for sex.

Both females smiled and swayed their butts like street-corner hookers. Their asses were grabbed and patted as they walked around the room, saying “hi” to all the men. When they got to the guest of honor, who was to be married tomorrow, the mother-daughter team stopped and gave him a wet, sensual kiss. Kendra was first, but when she was finished, her mother tried to out-do her daughter with her sexy kiss. All the guys whooped and hollered as each woman played the wanton slut. Drinks of champagne were shoved into their hands and they began talking to several of the men, ranging from 18 to 50 years in age. Quite a few times, Kendra and Sandra’s breasts and asses were grouped by some of the guys who had already started getting drunk.

A chair was placed in the center of the room and the groom-to-be was made to sit down. The rest told the women to give him a good lap dance. Kendra looked at her mom, but went first and sat on the guy’s lap, grinding her bottom and cunt into his groin. She could feel the stiff erection grow in his pants. The groom pulled down the top of the honor student’s short dress, exposing her tits so he could massage and suck on them. Her nipples became very stiff and her pussy started leaking, wetting the guy’s pants, but he didn’t seem to care. Kendra kissed him passionately while sitting on his lap.

After about five minutes, Sandra came up and pulled her slut daughter off the guy’s lap and stood in front of him, reached up under her gown and pulled her lacy, red panties down which dropped to the floor. This sent an immediate yell and whoop from all the guys, knowing that their friend would have a bare pussy rubbed on his groin. The mom rubbed the crotch of the sexy panties into his face, to give him a smell of her snatch.

“She’s just a kid, guys. Let me show you what a real woman can do!” she yelled.

As soon as Sandy sat on his lap facing him, she smiled and pulled her own gown top down, exposing her bare tits. The guys again whooped and yelled, making lewd comments about “Momma’s titties” and “She has a great rack for a MILF!” This seemed to excite and charge Sandra to outdo her own daughter in nastiness as she held her breasts for him to suck, licked her own nipples, and also kissed him deeply. It was like the 38-year old wife and mother was going wild. Of course, much of it had to do with the alcohol she had consumed already.

When they were done with the groom, the men had brought out a single bed mattress from somewhere and dropped it on the floor. As mother and daughter stood wondering what was next, the crowd of rowdy, drunken men started chanting “Sixty-nine! Sixty-nine! Sixty-nine!” over and over. Sandra pulled her daughter off to a side of the room where she could hear her.

“Momma, what are they chanting about? What’s 69?” Kendra asked in her innocence. The 38-year old mother, with her breasts still exposed, spoke loudly in her ear what they were expecting! The girl’s eyes grew large and her mouth flew open wide. “We have to do what?” she yelled.

Sandra told her in her ear, “You heard me! We get naked and one lies on the mattress on her back, while the other climbs over her and eats her pussy out while the one on the bottom eats the pussy out of the one on top! We both have to cum! Kendra, we have to do this! If word gets back to Dubois that we failed in our job here, there’s no telling what he might do! Now buck up and eat me out!” the mother screamed.

Sandra immediately left her daughter, came to the mattress, and dropped her gown so that she was completely nude. The men yelled and roared.

“Hot Momma!”

“MMMMmmmmm, look at those titties!”

“I want me some of that!” could be heard from the crowd.

The object of the men’s lust laid down on her back on the mattress and looked at her daughter sternly! She mouthed the words so her daughter would understand, “Come here, and eat me! NOW!”

Slowly, the 16-year old beauty approached her nude mother lying on the mattress and dropped her own dress to the floor. She then dropped her black lacy bra, then matching panties. Slowly the honor student climbed over her mother’s body, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered her mouth to her mother’s vagina. The same hole that she had come out of 16 years earlier, she was now performing lesbian sex on! But then she felt her mother clamp her mouth over her own pussy and started her own lesbian action. The mother slobbered, tongued, chewed, and made love to her daughter’s labia and clit. Kendra got so excited from the wonderful feelings her mother was giving her that she really became wild in copying what her own mother was doing to her! She began to inhale the musky female smell of her own mother’s vagina. That in itself excited her! Both female’s faces were covered in juices from the other. Both moaned, and oooo’d, and ahhhh’d in erotic bliss until the daughter could stand it no longer.

She let loose with an ear-piercing scream “I’m cumming!! AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!”

The men yelled and cheered. Now they chanted “Cum Mom! Cum Mom! Cum Mom!” while the daughter went back to eating her own mother’s twat. It wasn’t long until Sandra screamed,

“Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd! Eat me you slutty, little bitch! EEEYYYAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!” followed by more roaring yells and applause from their horny and drunk audience.

After Kendra rolled off of her mother, both lay on the mattress trying to catch their breath. Each female was sweaty and breathing heavily. Some of the men had been jacking off their dicks to the nasty sight of mother-daughter incest and lesbian sex. Some of the ejaculate fell on each of the females, and they could feel the sperm dripping off their skin, further degrading them.

The women sat up and the attendees pushed drinks into each woman’s hand. These were much stiffer drinks than the champagne they had earlier, but they didn’t care. They started drinking them and chatting with some of the men and occasionally wiping white, sticky cum off different body parts. Sandra noticed some of the men going around the group and silently gathering money from members of the group. When the women had finished their drinks, the bachelor party leader spoke.

“Ladies that was a tremendous performance y’all put on for us! I know y’all will be getting’ other calls to do bachelor parties. But the guys want to sweeten the pot a little for you two! We will give each of you $200 extra if you let each us fuck you bareback! How about it?” asked the best man who was in charge of the party.

Kendra looked over at her mother questioningly as to the meaning of the term “bareback.”

She told her, “Without any condoms. They cum up inside of us!”

The lovely honor student thought about it a moment then looking at her mom and shrugged her shoulders and said, “Sure. Why not?”

Sandra looked at the leader and said, “We’re game!” said the hot-looking MILF. “But no ass fucking and payment comes up front!” she demanded as she held out her hand. Sandra counted out the cash and handed Kendra half of it. Both whores retrieved their small purses and placed them between them on the mattress to assure that no one would steal the money while they were getting royally fucked.

Each man had his turn with both mother and daughter. Some shot their cum up into their bellies, some shot their loads on their breasts, some shot on their face and hair. The guys that came inside them secretly wished that his seed would make the woman pregnant. They would love to see their bellies swollen with their bastard children! While some were standing around waiting for their turn, jacking off and keeping their dicks hard, the women offered to suck their cocks to keep them erect. Each woman got at least one unexpected load of sperm shot into their mouths.

Neither Sandra nor Kendra were sober enough to drive home. They had numerous invitations from the guys to get a room there at the motel to sleep it off, But the MILF mother knew that they would just be screwed again, probably all night. They called Jeff to come pick them up outside of the Holiday Inn. The women stood waiting out front in the cold air of the evening hoping that it would help sober them up.

When Jeff arrived mother and daughter climbed into the back seat, and Kendra said, “Hi, Dad!” and Sandra, “Hi, honey!” But the two giggled and sniggered all the way home like two junior-high girls, smelling of liquor and stale cum. When they got home, Jeff was shocked at their cum covered bodies. Each one took their hands and smeared off another man’s cum and wiped it on Jeff’s face. “Here’s your winnings for tonight, Dad!” and they both laughed as they went to Kendra’s room to shower. They both slept naked in Kendra’s bed that night. Each ate the other to orgasm at least once during the night.

____________________Chapter 8

Sunday morning, both Kendra and Sandra had bad, hangover headaches and sick stomachs, but each was determined to make it to 11 o’clock service at Riverdale Baptist Church. Anyway, somebody had to go by the Holiday Inn and get Sandra’s car on the way home. Jeff and Kendra stopped to get Chinese food for dinner on the way home. At 3 p.m. Sandra received a text message that read, “Both Be at Pink Paradise Club, 6 p.m. T.D.” When they looked it up in the phone book, they found it to be a strip joint in Decatur, a suburb of Atlanta. Jeff offered to drive them and wait on them, but they assured him that they wouldn’t be drinking much tonight. At least they hoped they wouldn’t.

Sandra and her redheaded daughter arrived on time at 6 p.m. When they went in Dubois was at the “greeter” booth where ID’s were checked the cover charge was taken. The black thug told Kendra to show her new ID, which she did. Minors were not allowed in the club. Dancers were already on stage doing their routines. The surroundings were not as near elaborate as at the downtown club, but there was a stage, music, tables, and a bar. That was all that was necessary. The dancers didn’t look as nice either. Actually, most folks in the South would consider them “white trash.”

During a break in the music, a woman about 30 years old, blond hair and a full figure came up to the three. Dubois introduced her as Maxine, his manager of the club. She was told to show the two new girls the back dressing rooms, lockers, and how to work the floor. Before Dubois left, he set up their rules. They were to come in with no cash at all. They would be searched before they left by one of the bouncers. All money would be turned over to them and they would receive a receipt.

“Some of these girls have had bad ‘accidents’ and ‘bad falls’ when they don’t play by the rules,” he threatened. He turned and left without saying another word.

Maxine took the women first to a hidden area called the V.I.P. area. One could barely see inside but black lights would make certain fabrics and colors glow. She explained that a customer could get a lap dance here for $20. This was where the good money was to be made. They could get all the way nude and grind on the guys, or girls, all they wanted too, just no sex, and the guys were not allowed to touch the girls with their hands at all. If they did, she showed them a huge Mexican who would pick them up and throw them out of the club.

She introduced them to the DJ who would play the songs they wanted to have played for their set on stage. They were responsible for showing him which songs to play from a large CD collection before each set. Each had to tip the DJ ten dollars each night for playing their music. She introduced them to the barmaid for the night, Carrie Ann. They had to pay for their own drinks and tip her ten dollars each night from their earnings. Maxine took the mother and daughter back to the dressing room. As they went, they could feel the lust of the men at the tables, undressing them with their eyes, even though they were just wearing tight sweaters and blue jeans.

Maxine showed them the dressing mirrors and lockers. They would have to share a mirror together because of space. Each would share a locker since they were mother and daughter. The girls in the dressing room were pretty friendly, though they started calling Sandra “Mom” because she was much older than all of them. They asked Kendra how old she was, since she looked so young.

“S….Twenty-one.” she said, catching herself before she could say sixteen. They knew that she wasn’t telling the truth because each one knew the unscrupulous Terrance Dubois.

“If you have a problem with any of these bitches back here, you settle it among yourselves. I don’t want to hear it! Don’t bring me into your personal problems or personal lives!” Maxine flatly told the pair.

Maxine took the mother and daughter back out to the floor and asked if they had any questions. “Can we work as a team, like say Naughty Nurses or Cowgirls?” Sandra asked.

“Sure, it might cut your earnings in half, but then it might help since it would be a novelty act. Some of these guys would probably get off seeing mother and daughter doing sex and pay extra! Whatever you get, Terry gets it all for now. If you do a good job, cause no trouble, and get out of debt with Terry, you can have a job here,” the manager explained. They really didn’t plan on working in a sleazy strip joint after they had settled their debt, but one really doesn’t know the future.

Mother and daughter were each given a Coke on the house and placed at an out of the way table where they could watch not only the girls on stage but watch into the V.I.P area as well.

Maxine’s last instructions were, “This is the only training you will have, so watch the other girls. First night you come in, you will be expected to present a good set of dances, and be naked before the second song ends. You both will stay until 10 o’clock tonight, then you will be free to leave.” Maxine turned and walked away and they didn’t see her for the rest of the night.

They did closely observe the moves and dancing of the girls, how they spun around on the pole, how they got their tips by sticking their asses up to have dollar bills stuffed in their garter straps. They took note of the different costumes. Some came out in Victoria’s Secret lingerie; some came out in short shorts and a tank top. Most all had lacy thongs and bras, and all were usually naked halfway through the second song. The quicker they got naked, the quicker they would start getting tips. They studied the girls going in and out of the V.I.P area. The girls would get naked right away and bump, grind, and rub against their customers for one song. Sometimes the guys would pay for a second and third lap dance. The guys would suck the dancers’ titties; big tits and small tits, it didn’t matter. One girl was humping one guy’s dick with a condom that glowed in the black light! Even though that was against the rules, the big Mexican didn’t seem to mind.

At 10 p.m., Sandra and Kendra figured they had seen enough and would be able to leave. As they made their way through the table area, they were propositioned and whistled at all along the way. Several men wanted them to sit down with them at their tables. Sandy even got smacked on her bottom once! But finally they made their way out and to their car. Their clothes reeked with cigarette smoke again, so they had to strip and shower when they got home. Kendra was planning on returning back to school tomorrow. Jeff was already in bed, but Sandra, seeing all the dancers seducing the men, was horny and jumped her husband and he shot a good-sized load into his wife. She slept with him that night, and she stayed naked and his cum leaked onto the bed sheets.

Chapter 9

Kendra did go back to school the next day which was Monday. Her friends thought she was kind of different, but they attributed it to the shock of the home invasion. They didn’t know that it was due to losing her virginity to a big, black nigger. She shied away from several of her black friends.

Monday was a free night for the mother-daughter team and they were glad. Kendra got caught up on the work she had missed and her mother tried to finish some of their costumes for both the strip club and bachelor parties. The next day, Sandra went back to the thrift store and a couple others, looking for fancy dresses for herself and her daughter for going out and being whores. She couldn’t just walk up to the clerk and ask where the whore clothing would be. From her shopping experience over the last 20 years, she knew the clothing stores at the mall would be too pricey for the kind of slinky dresses they needed. And they just didn’t have the money.

Tuesday at 3 p.m. sharp, Sandra received a text message from Dubois. Kendra would report back to the Pink Paradise alone, and her mother would go to a place called “Sensual Touch.” In looking it up in phone directory, she found it to be a massage parlor. The redheaded daughter was confident she could manage the strip joint by herself. She wore the shimmery purple dress that she wore the night Dubois stole her virginity. But her Dad insisted that he would drive her there at 6 p.m. and go back to get her at 10 o’clock.

Sandra made her way to Sensual Touch, also in Decatur. After parking in the parking lot close to the building, she went through the door that had a canopy covering on the side. Inside was a very small waiting room, a window, and a locked door. The opening of the door had rung a bell in the back so an Asian lady came to the window.

“I need to speak to the manager, please. My name is Sandra, and Terrance DuBois sent me.”

“Ah, okay, Sandra. I am the manager and I am Soon Lee. I have been expecting you. Please come on back, Sandra,” the small woman instructed.

When she pushed a button, the door to the back unlocked, and opened a little way. As Sandra stepped through, Soon Lee explained that she must always be sure to close the door shut behind her so it will be locked. They were in a larger room, which was brightly lit. Soft New Age music was playing through a sound system to give atmosphere. Several other women were sitting around, some reading, some texting, and one was fixing her make-up. All were scantily dressed, mostly in lingerie.

“Ladies, this is Sandra, but we will give her a working name. She is new. Terry Dubois sent her so please help her along if she needs help, okay?” the manager spoke, but most of the women weren’t really interested.

“As long as she doesn’t steal our good customers,” one of the females said. “She’s a looker!” The others giggled at the joke, but Sandra failed to see the humor in it.

“Come on back, Sandra I will show you where to get changed,” the tiny Asian lady said as she went through a beaded curtain to the back. A long hallway went straight ahead, and a shorter hall went to the right, but the manager turned left into a locked room in which she pressed a code into a keypad to enter. Once inside, there were benches, chairs, a long vanity with lavatories and mirrors, and a small toilet room off to the side. No door was available for any privacy in the toilet.

“Did you come dressed in anything to work tonight, Sandra?” Soon Lee asked.

“No, I really didn’t know what would be expected tonight. I’m sorry!” the pretty wife and mother apologized.

“It’s quite simple really,” the tiny Asian explained as she handed Sandra a plain but clean wrap around cover, like one might expect a regular masseuse might wear. “Here, strip down completely and put this on. Put your clothes in this locker. Keep the key so your stuff will be safe from the other sticky finger bitches.”

As Sandra began stripping off her clothing, the manager continued. “Massage sessions are $40 a half hour, $60 an hour. If they ask for you to strip, it’s $20 more. If they ask for a hand job, it’s $10 more. If they ask for a blowjob it’s $20 more. If they want to fuck you it’s $50 more. The only thing you ask the customer is how long of a session does the customer want, half hour or hour. You do not under any circumstances mention anything about the other services. You let them ask you! If you ask them if they would like anything else, you could be arrested for solicitation for prostitution. You would be arrested on the spot if the guy was a cop and be taken to jail. But also, you would be out of a job here, and Mr. Dubois would be very angry! Do you understand, Sandra!”

“Yes, I understand,” replied the auburn haired beauty as she was just then slipping down her lacy panties to finish getting naked.

“Let me see you,” Soon Lee abruptly asked. She reached and mashed Sandra’s breasts and pulled the nipples on each that had gotten erect. She pushed her fingers into Sandra’s slit then brought her fingers up to smell. This really embarrassed the mother. “You okay, Sandra. You keep your pussy clean, okay? Use feminine douche or whatever. No fishy smell, okay?”

“Yes, I understand,” replied Sandra with a red face.

“You can bring your own lingerie to wear if you like. The sexier you display yourself out front, the more customers you will get. But you will always have boobs, pussy, and ass covered when you are in reception room, okay?” asked the short Asian, now speaking with more of her Korean accent. “I see you have wedding rings, that’s good, some guys like that sort of thing, knowing someone else’s wife is massaging them then giving blowjob. Gives them extra thrill to fuck some other man’s woman, you understand?”

“Yes,” replied the pretty wife, thinking about her “date” with Bob.

“Okay, you will be given shift hours and days. We open 7 days a week, from 9 a.m. to 3 a.m. We have men come in here all different hours wanting to fuck. So if you think you get morning or afternoon shift that you won’t earn as much, not necessarily true! Okay?” Again with the “okay” Sandra thought.

“Yes, I understand.” she replied.

“Now, you take all money up to manager on duty before you start while the customer gets ‘comfortable.’ Manager will keep a record of your earnings and will give you your money minus $50 tip for manager and fee for the house. Just $50 for both. Since you working for Mr. Dubois right now, you will get a receipt at end of night for how much money you made for him. Once you out of debt with him, and you cause no trouble here and are good worker, you are welcome to stay and continue to work. Lots of women make $1,000 a week, if they have good customers that like them. They might tip you more for a good fuck, especially if you let them do you in the ass. You wear condom for fuck in pussy. If you let man fuck you in ass, it’s your choice if you let him do you bareback. Just keep your ass hole clean. Okay?” asked Soon Lee.

“Yes, I understand.” replied Sandra.

“Okay, you are older than most girls that we have. How old are you?” asked the manager.

“I’m 38,” replied the young wife.

“You look good for 38, Sandra. We have had some older. They were real skanks! You will do well. You are very pretty. Now, we need to give you a working name. You good Christian lady, aren’t you?” asked the small Asian.

Sandra was somewhat taken back by the question. Obviously, Dubois had shared with her about her background. It made her blush, to be working as a whore in a place like this but be known as a “good Christian lady!”

“Yes, I am a Christian.” Sandra softly answered with disgrace.

“No reason to be ashamed, Sandra. We have had pastor’s wives work here and do good job! How about ‘Sheba’ like the Queen of Sheba?” inquired Soon Lee.

The revelation about pastors’ wives shocked Sandra, but eventually the fact would make her feel better about herself. “Yes, that would be fine. ‘Sheba’ would be fine.”

“Now, final exam, Sheba. A customer likes your looks and picks you for an hour massage. You take him to a back room. What do you do?” questioned the short Asian woman. Sandra stood thinking for a few moments. So much to remember and to add up. “I take him to the room and close the door and ask him if he wants half hour or hour massage. He says hour and I get $60 from him. I ask him to get comfortable on the table. I take the money to…oh, I ask him if he..”

“No, no no!! You have just been arrested for soliciting for prostitution and will have disgraced your husband and Mr. Dubois is mad at you! You don’t want that, believe me! Tell me again, what do you do?” scolded Soon Lee. Sandy figured what would happen if she made Dubois mad by being arrested and fired. That realization shook Sandra, so she knew she must get it all correct.

“I bring him to the room, ask which massage he wants, collect the money and take it to front to the manager. Then come back to the room to give the massage.”

“Good, Sandy. Now you get back to the room, and he wants a 60-minute massage. You have him lie on his front and you rub him down good with the oil we provide. You watch your time on the clock, after about 20 minutes, you have customer turn on his back. This is his favorite part. He can watch you in your eyes and while you smile at him. You rub him good on arms chest, belly, and legs. Then, most importantly, you concentrate on his cock, get it good and stiff and slick with oil, but you do not make him cum, just excite him and rub his balls. Now usually the guy will ask for extra because he knows you will make a good fuck. He first asks for you to get naked. You take another $20 from him right then, and put it in a lock box like this.” The manager showed Sandra a lockbox with a keypad combination.

“You turn so he does not see your combination. Only then do you slip your covering off and continue rubbing but go back to his slick dick rubbing it good. You can lick the pre-cum off the end. This usually does the trick. Then he asks if he can fuck you. What do you do?”

“I collect $50 more from him, put it in the lock box blocking his view of the keypad, then I let him fuck me,” replied the pretty wife.

“Before you let him fuck you, what do you do?” questioned the manager.

“Oh, I put a condom on him before I let him fuck me!” answered Sandra.

“And if he wants bareback from you?” asked Soon Lee.

“I say ‘sorry, I only fuck with a condom!’ then keep on rubbing.” Sandy explained.

“Very good! You pass final exam, Sheba! While customer gets dress you, slip on a robe, or what you have on now, take the money from lockbox, tell him you will be right back. You take the money up to the manager and then go right back and escort him back to reception room. You give him a kiss on the cheek and ask him to come back to see you! You see, Sheba? Massage business is easy, just rubbing and fucking! Just remember the rules!” finished the small Asian manager.

Soon Lee took the desperate wife back to the reception room and introduced her the rest of the girls, or women in some cases, as Sheba, and that she will be working with them for a while. Each female introduced herself by her “working” name. Just then the buzzer sounded, and a middle-age white guy came in and each lady stood and introduced themselves…”I’m Starla…I’m Peaches…” on around until it got to Sandra when she realized she had to introduce herself! “Oh, I’m San…no, I’m Sheba!”

“I think I’ll take Starla.” the man chose. Starla smiled and took him by the hand to go back to a room. The young girl knew she had just made money! Then the others sat back down to wait for the next customer. When Sandy sat back down on a love seat sofa, another women, a redhead, sat with her and struck up a conversation. The others went back to reading a magazine, watching TV, or doing a puzzle book, doing anything to pass the time.

“Hi, I’m Dee Dee,” she said as she held out her hand to the newbie to shake.

“I’m Sheba, oh, well I guess you already know,” she said. “Is Dee Dee your real name or working name?” asked the auburn-haired beauty.

“Oh, we just know one another by our working names. No real first or last names are known. It’s better that way, for various reasons,” replied Sandra’s new friend. Dee Dee spoke with a natural Southern accent. However, when the introductions were made earlier, some of the girls definitely had Yankee accents. So Sandy was glad to have a “local” girl to befriend.

“Dee Dee, that girl, Starla, who just went back with that man, she didn’t look any older than my daughter who is 16!” whispered “Sheba.” “Oh, officially, she’s 21. But Dubois will let girls who are 18-20 work here, like co-eds from Georgia Tech who owe him money. The massage parlor business is watched by not only local but state officials, so he doesn’t want to take any chances with under-age girls,” Dee Dee explained. Sandra then deduced why Kendra wasn’t to be sent here, she definitely looked too young. However, with the “sexy school girl outfit and pony tails on each side of her head, Starla looked like she could be 16! “Oh, since we are talking about age, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you, Sheba?” inquired the pretty redhead. “I’m 38,” Sandy answered. “Get out of here! Girl you can’t be no 38! You look younger than I do and I’m 30!” Dee Dee blurted out, and some of the other girls turned around to get another look at the new “girl.” “Yes, I really am, and thanks for the compliment!” replied Sandra. “Well you will do well here, girl. There are some guys who like the “older” MILF types, especially some of the young ones. I think I think they have some kind of Oedipus complex or something’. I think they have always wanted to fuck their mother!” laughed Dee Dee. Sandra was sort of shocked about that. But then she remembered that she had a feeling that her own daughter wanted to have sex with her!

Chapter 10

Kendra walked into The Pink Paradise on Tuesday at 5 o’clock. Even though it was a “school night” Dubois had called and said that they had a couple of girls call in, and she needed to be there for a 6 o’clock shift. Maxine told the Jackson women that they better be ready when they came to work. Kendra was about as ready as she would ever be. She asked for Maxine at the entrance ID check and the guy waved his hand over at the bar. The pretty redhead looked out of place in a place like this, but that was how it was going to have to be.

“I’m glad to see you are early. You need to be here at least half an hour before your shift starts. You need to be ready to go on stage at your shift begin time. You go to school don’t you, dear?” Maxine asked.

“Yes,” answered a subdued Kendra.

“That’s no problem. If someone asks for your ID, remember to show the one Dubois gave you. I don’t think you will find any of your classmates here, but you might see one of your male teachers! Let’s go on back to the dressing area,” directed the buxom blond. That last statement kind of worried the high school junior.

There was an empty spot back where the girls got dressed and undressed. An empty locker was shown to the girl to put her belongings in and she remembered to bring a combination lock, the same as she used at high school. “Remember what I told you about these sticky fingered bitches back here, darlin'” Maxine reminded. “Have you and mom thought of stage names yet?”

“Yeah, we thought we would use Trixie and Dixie, I would be Trixie and Momma would be Dixie, if that was okay.” Kendra answered.

“That’s okay. None of these bitches are using those names right now, so it will be okay. I’ll post your name on the dressing mirror and your locker. I’m going out to tell the DJ to put you on at 6. Be sure and get out there and give him your 3 songs for your set. I know you’ll do good honey! I can see you are a smart girl and you’ll be fine. Just remember all the rules I told ya’.” Maxine put “Dixie / Trixie” on 2 wide strips of masking tape with a Sharpie pen and put one at the top of Kendra’s mirror and another on the empty locker nearby. Then she was gone.

Kendra hung up her coat and placed her purse with her fake ID in the locker. She had brought the purple dress to use tonight, and a pair of Daisy Dukes and a plaid shirt that she would tie up under her boobs. She had gotten these from the stash of clothes obtained from Connie that her daughter had left when she ran off with a black guy. The timid redhead carefully locked her valuables in the locker.

When she sat back down, a nude woman came up and sat down beside her, carrying a couple of pieces of clothing in her hand. She appeared to be in her late twenties, blond, but her tits weren’t as big as her mother’s or hers.

“Hi there, darlin’! I’m Hot Stuff! Oh, not really, but I have had a couple of boyfriends who thought I was!” the friendly woman spoke as she put out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Ken…I’m Trixie,” Kendra laughed more of nervousness than anything. This was the first time she had talked to a nude stranger of any sex before. “I’m still getting used to this ‘stage name’ thing.”

“Don’t worry darlin’, you’ll get used to it. I can see that you are going to be a natural ‘exotic dancer’!” the woman joked.

The two chatted about trivial things while Kendra started undressing. “Hot Stuff” continued sitting around nude like it was a natural thing. She did have tiny bits of glitter all over her body. She made the 16-year old feel more comfortable.

A couple of dancers came by and kidded about “robbing the cradle” and “Does your daddy know you’re here, little girl?” But the redhead didn’t let it bother her though. She remembered that Maxine called them “bitches,” so she figured that the name fit. When the honor student was completely naked, it now didn’t seem so unnatural since another nude woman was beside her. She slipped on a lacy thong and the purple shimmering dress. Wasn’t much to get dressed with when you’re just going to take it right back off, she thought. As Kendra was fixing he make-up in the mirror, Hot Stuff leaned over and asked her, “Honey, do you mind if I show you some techniques that might help?”

“Sure! I’d love anything you can show me,” replied the young girl.

Hot Stuff began to show her new friend how to apply her make-up to make her look older. She explained that in another “lifetime” she had gone to cosmetology school, and learned how to make older women look younger, which is what most wanted. But she also had done some theatrical cosmetic work, in which many of the young actresses needed to look older. Kendra was shown how to apply the foundation, rouge, powder, eyeliner, etc. to give her a more mature look. All the time the experienced lady was sitting in front of Kendra, the young girl stared at her boobs. She hadn’t bothered to cover with anything since her set was over. Kendra knew that her momma’s breasts were more beautiful, because the areolas were larger, darker, and her nipples stood out more. Her moms were very symmetrical and did not sag. This woman could not say that.

“There, how does that look, darlin'” asked the blond?

“Oh, that looks great, Hot Stuff! Thank you!” exclaimed the new dancer.

“You are welcome, and you can just call me ‘Hottie’ for short!” then laughed.

“Okay, thank you Hottie! Oh, I better go and pick out my music before my set is up at 6!” exclaimed Kendra as she turned around to go.

“Wait, sweetie! Use this, I’ve got a bunch of ’em. I’m sure you will be needing someplace to stash all your loot!” the woman said as she tossed the high school girl a fancy black garter to go around her leg.

“Thanks! I had forgotten all about that,” said Kendra as she was pulling it up her smooth, young leg.

With the very high-heeled shoes that were bought for her last week, the girl was still unsure of her footing, but soon got the hang of it. After going to the DJ booth and choosing her three songs, Kendra went and sat down close to the stage. There weren’t many customers in being early on a weeknight, but that suited the young honor student, since this was her first night. She had taken gymnastics, and dance lessons while in grammar school and junior-high. Now she was going to see if they would pay off.

“Now, for you viewing and lusting pleasure, please welcome our newest addition here at the Pink Paradise, Trixie!” came the intro from the DJ. This was it, it’s now or never. The high school junior, who had been made up to look to be in her twenties, took the stage and waited for her first song to come on. She had chosen “You Can Leave Your Hat On” by Joe Cocker, a good bump and grind song. All the things she had learned on Connie Nix’s DVD were starting to come to her and before she knew it, the popular Baptist girl was dancing in a strip joint!

In her nervousness, the shimmering dress had come off by the end of the song. So the redhead was only in her lacy panties. The second song was slower and she put more expression in her moves and used the pole some. She played with her breasts and run her fingers between her legs over her crotch. This started making her panties wet. By the end of the second song, the junior honor student from Riverdale Baptist was buck-naked on a stage with a growing number of horny men watching her! The last song was Nina Simone’s cover of “I Put A Spell On You.” A very sexy, blues number that gave the sexy redhead ample time to work her audience. Guy after guy kept coming up and slipping one and five dollar bills into her garter. Each time she would give them a kiss on the cheek, then turn over on her back, spread her legs, and played with her pussy for them. By the end of the song, every guy in the place, as well as two waitresses had come to tip the young girl! The applause was loud, and Kendra was so proud of herself as she waved to her admirers before she came down off the stage. At the end, she wasn’t a bit ashamed about her nudity.

Chapter 11

Not two minutes after Dee Dee had finished her explanation about the younger men, a young guy, kind of nerdy, but rather cute came in. When he looked at the choices, he picked Dee Dee because he was one of her regulars.

“Hey, hot mama! I’m going to take Sheba back with me to help her on her first day, okay?” yelled the woman at Soon Lee.

“Okay, you both work out your pay,” the manager yelled back.

Dee Dee took her customer and Sandy back to one of the vacant rooms. If a room was occupied, it had a red light on over the door. “Appropriate,” Sandy thought. She asked the young man, whose name was Tommy, what he would like today.

“You know what I always get, Dee Dee!” replied the boy with glasses.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Tommy. This is Sheba and she’s new here, besides it’s the rules that you tell me. You know that!” Dee Dee replied.

Tommy said he understood and he wanted a half-hour massage. So Sandy’s new friend collected the money and told Tommy to get comfortable on the table. As they were going back with the money, Dee Dee told Sandra that she was giving her the whole pay. Sandra tried to refuse, saying he was her customer. But the pretty redhead told her no, she insisted, because one day, Sheba could pay her back. She didn’t need to give all her earnings to that damn mother-fuckin’ Dubois.

Upon returning to the massage room, Dee Dee said, “Tommy, like I told you, this is Sheba and she will be helping me today. Go ahead and lie on your front, if that hard-on of yours can stand it!” joked Dee Dee, since Tommy had gotten “comfortable” but was just sitting on the table, in anticipation of maybe two fine looking MILF’s. The back rub started and it wasn’t a few minutes before the experience masseuse has concentrating on his rectum, even licking, and rimming it a couple of times. He moaned as she was playing with him. After she told him to turn over, Dee Dee started to going over Tommy’s limbs, his neck, his torso, but then, of course wound up on his pecker. It wasn’t but about five inches long, but Dee Dee got it up fast.

“Dee, could I have you take your clothes off and let me fuck you?” asked Tommy.

“Sure, baby! Mommy will take care of his little boy!” came her reply.

Tommy quickly paid the extra money and it was quickly locked away in the lock box. Dee Dee and Sandra both dropped their coverings. Tommy thought that these nude ladies were two of the most beautiful MILF’s he had ever seen. Dee took a condom, climbed on top of the table, and wrapped Tommy’s dick, then she slowly eased herself down onto it while she straddled the young man.

“Do you like fucking Mommy, Tommy?” Dee Dee asked as a mother would speak to a toddler.

“Oh, yes, Mommy. You know I do!” he answered quickly.

Then Sandra moved closer to you young man. “Would you like to nurse on Mommy’s tits, Tommy?” the redhead asked as she nodded to her partner with the auburn hair.

“Oh yes, please, Mommy, can I suck your titties?” Tommy asked as he looked toward the wife and mother of a girl not much younger than he was.

Sandra bent over Tommy’s face and held a breast out for the young man to suckle. He latched on and began to suckle just like a baby would, much like she remembered how Kendra had done as a baby.

“That’s a good boy, Tommy. Drink all the milk that Mommy has for you in her breasts!” Sandra cooed at the young man. She could hardly believe she was doing this, but yet here she was, standing naked in a room while her friend rode a stranger’s cock, and she was feeding a young adult man her breasts and nipples as if it were a normal thing! The surrogate mother alternated from one breast to another because he was really sucking hard. Tommy’s sucking was really getting Sandy hot and wet in her cunt. It wasn’t a long time with this double “Mommy” treatment that Tommy shot his load up into Dee Dee’s twat but captured by the condom.

“That’s a gooood boy, Tommy! You gave your Mommy a good load of his sperm today. Maybe you will have a little brother or sister!” the redhead complimented the young man as she climbed off the table. Dee Dee pulled off the condom from his deflating dick and showed both Tommy and Sandy what a good size load he had given her. Sheba and Dee put their coverings back on, went up and handed Soon Lee the extra money.

Sandra went back and got Tommy just as he finished fastening his belt. She just brought him to her bosom and hugged him as she would a 12 year old and walked him back to the front with her arm around his shoulders. Both ladies kissed him on the cheek, and Tommy left a very happy and satisfied young man.

As they sat back down, Dee Dee told Sandra, “You see, you just got to roll with the flow and make the customer happy, within reason of course!”

Sandra only got one customer that night by herself. It was a middle-aged guy who seemed nice. He wanted Sandy to get naked and give him a hand job. At the end of the night, at 10 o’clock Sandra was finished with her shift and Soon Lee gave her a receipt. Dee was getting off at the same time so she asked her if she wanted to go get coffee. Sandra said that she needed to call her daughter to make sure she was all right. She didn’t tell her right then that this was her first night working in a strip club! When she called Kendra on her cell phone, she found out that her night went well and she had made $400, which, she was told was good for a slow, Sunday night. Her dad had just picked her up and he was taking her home.

Now the mother could breathe easy knowing that her baby was safe. “Tell your dad that I’m going to get coffee with a friend and don’t know when I will be home. Bye Sweetie!

“Let’s go get that coffee now, Miss Dee!” she told her friend and they went to a nearby Waffle House.

* * *

For two hours, Sandra and Dee Dee talked and told each other their life stories, and their problems. It seemed like they were old friends. Sandra told her companion about her family’s perfect life before Terrance Dubois came into the picture, about the extortion and blackmail. She told her about Dubois raping her 16-year old daughter and taking her virginity for $20,000. She even told her that when she called her daughter tonight, she had just gotten off from her first night working at a strip joint there in Decatur.

Dee told Sheba that her real name was Barbara. Even though she was only 30, she had already been married twice and divorced twice. She even tried “shacking-up” till she really found out how much of a son of a bitch he was. Seems he was going back around, screwing his old girlfriends. Now she was living alone not far from where they were sitting. She had been a real-estate agent, but when the housing market collapsed, she wasn’t making any money, so she had to do something in order to eat and pay a house payment.

Sandra looked at her receipt for tonight’s work. It seemed like a small pittance compared to the balance of their debt to Dubois, and she told Barbara so.

“So because of your husband, you and your daughter are whoring yourselves out to Dubois who, in turn, is pimping y’all out to different sex jobs. If you don’t mind me saying, I think your husband is a real bastard,” Dee Dee said, trying to comfort her new auburn-haired friend.

“That’s funny,” Sandy replied. “When you told me about your boyfriend, I thought that my husband was a real son of a bitch too!” Sandra came back and both laughed at the comparisons.

About fifteen minutes past midnight, Sandy came into her house, which was dark except for a light in the kitchen. Barbara had bought each of them a sandwich at the Waffle House, so she wasn’t hungry. She peeked in on Kendra who turned over when she opened the door.

“Did I waken you, honey?” the loving mother asked.

“No, momma, I just woke up when I heard your car pull in. I’ve been asleep. I’ve got a test in Chemistry tomorrow, but I don’t think it will give me any problem. Sandra sat on the side of her daughter’s bed and each briefly told the other about their night of working as sex objects for Dubois. “I’m glad y’all gave me dance and gymnastics when I was younger because it really helped tonight!”

“I’m glad, honey. Now you go on back to sleep and I’ll see you in the morning. G’night. Love you,” Sandy said as she kissed her daughter on the cheek.

“G’night, momma. Love you too” her daughter said as she also kissed her mother on the cheek. She rolled back over and was sound asleep in 15 seconds.

Jeff was already in bed asleep when Sandra slipped in their broom. She didn’t care because she didn’t want to talk with him or be intimate with him anyway. She already had all that for one night.

Chapter 12

Wednesday at noon, Sandy received a phone call from DuBois while Kendra was at school.

“Mrs. Jackson, this is Terrance Dubois. How are you this morning?”

“I know who you are and why do you care how I am this morning you bastard!” snapped the mother back to her phone caller.

“Now, now, Sandra. Don’t be so nasty. After all I am giving you a way to help out your husband aren’t I? I just wanted to call and say what a great job you and your lovely daughter have been doing. Both of you have really exceeded my expectations,” complimented the black man.

Sandra really wasn’t interested in praise from the unscrupulous excuse for a man. All she was interested in was getting rid of the nigger out of her life forever! The silence through the phone was deafening, so she spoke up, “So what do you want?”

“I have some work for you to do and Kendra as well if she wants to help. There is a convention starting up tonight in town, some pharmaceutical sales thing, and I would like for you and your pretty daughter to get some experience in being aggressive in finding work on your own. I understand that poor Kendra is still using the dress I got for her last Friday. I’m going to send over a formal gown that one of my girls, shall we say, won’t be needing anymore,” explained Dubois. Sandra didn’t like the implication of that last statement. “Did he have her killed, or just put her in the hospital where she can’t be his whore?” she wondered in her mind but did not verbalize to her tormentor.

“It should be there in about an hour. It is a petite size, and I think it will fit your young girl nicely. I will want you two to go to the Hyatt Midtown this evening and be there at 6 o’clock. I want you and Kendra to go to the hotel bar and look your best and let some lucky convention attendee pick you up, each of you. Of course, you can both go for a three-some, but you will probably make more money individually. And making more money to get your husband out of debt is what it’s all about, isn’t it Sandra?” asked Dubois.

Again, silence as the pimp waited for his answer. “Yes,” was all the wife could say.

“You do like the sex don’t you, Sandra?” asked the blackmailer to his whore.

Again, silence. He was waiting for her to answer him with the degrading answer she knew she had to give him. Finally, she said, “Yes!”

“Yes, what Sandra?” returned Dubois.

That son of a bitch Sandy thought. “Yes, I like the sex!” she spat at the pig.

“And Kendra, likes the sex too, doesn’t she, Sandra?” again tormented the man.

“Yes,” came her answer.

“Yes, what, Sandra?” again was his reply.

“Yes, Kendra likes the sex as well!” Now the mother was almost yelling and crying at the same time into the phone.

“Good, Mrs. Jackson. Oh, by the way, I failed to mention it when we first started having our little talk but I am taping this phone conversation. As well, I have added a very fine DVD to my personal collection, of Kendra stripping naked at the Pink Paradise, and of you servicing a man at the massage parlor. I would really hate for your parents and the pastor and the deacons down at the Riverdale Baptist Church to hear a copy of this conversation and see your videos of how much you and your daughter have been enjoying your extra-marital sex! Wouldn’t you, Sandra?” threatened the conniving bastard.

Though the young wife and mother was shocked, weak, and furious, all at the same time, she wouldn’t put it past this evil man to expose her family to embarrassing ridicule.

“No, I wouldn’t want that to happen,” was all that Sandy was able to choke out through her tears in reply.

“Good, then we understand one another, Mrs. Jackson. I know it’s a school night, but when you call it a night at 10 p.m., one of my boys will be in the bar to collect your earnings. He will also have instructions for a side trip before you go home. Have a good night now, dear!” then Dubois was gone.

Sandra just sat on her sofa and wept for half an hour. This man was going to drag her and her daughter into the depths of debauchery before this nightmare was over.

A few minutes after 1 o’clock, a large black man, in a leather biker jacket, Braves’ ball cap, and dark shades showed up at the Jackson’s front door. When Sandra answered the doorbell, she opened it to the messenger.

“Mr. Dubois sent this over for you,” then the thug handed her the gown. He smiled a wicked smile at her as he scanned here curvy body up and down. Sandra again wondered if this was one of the men who initially raped her. She just slammed the door in his face after she took the dress from him.

After a quick supper, Sandy and her daughter showed up at the bar as they had been ordered. Kendra had fixed her make-up as her stripper friend had showed her, so she didn’t quite look underage to be there as a prostitute. The bartender checked her ID anyway, and even checked Sandra’s! That kind of made Sandra blush to think he could mistake her for someone under 21, but then she just thought it was because she was with her daughter.

The gown that Dubois had sent was white, low-cut, and had a split up each side to the hip. No matter which way she sat on the barstool, Kendra’s curvy legs were on full display. The years of gymnastics and dancing did a lot to make Kendra’s legs look good. The two women thought it might be better “bait” anyway. They decided to just drink Cokes because neither one really liked the taste of alcohol. Sandy had called Connie Nix during the afternoon and explained what they were to do. Connie told her that they should look their best, make eye contact with every guy that came in and smile. They should make up a good story about being from out of town. They could charge whatever the guy was willing to pay. If they asked for $500, and they were willing, fine, but probably two to three hundred dollars would be the best they could do. Connie also told her not to let them finagle them below $100; that would come off as too desperate and make them out to be cheap hookers. She instructed to never let them talk you out of the hotel. Only stay in the hotel at a definite room number. If they could get their own room, it would be better, but she knew they couldn’t probably afford their own, so they would have to go to the “john’s” room.

After about a half an hour two guys walked in and sat down on either side of Kendra and her mother. They started up a conversation with each one and then all moved to a table. Of course, the guys were in town for the convention. Mother and daughter said they were down from Nashville and thought they would check out some of “the night life of Atlanta.” The men recognized immediately that they were either mother and daughter or sisters. The men ordered the women mixed drinks. Sandra looked at Kendra in the eye with the intended message that “we had better take the drinks and not complain.” The conversation went on for about another half an hour, and both mother and daughter consumed three drinks each during that time. So they were pretty well light-hearted and giggly by 7 p.m. The guy sitting by Sandra said, “Why don’t we go up to our room and continue this party?”

“Oh, what did you have in mind?” smiled the wiser woman.

“Oh, we could get to know one another much better,” interjected the younger guy sitting by the redhead honor student.

“Okay, what would you guys be willing to give us for the privilege of knowing us better?” asked the older Jackson woman.

A price of $200 apiece was agreed upon for each of the new prostitutes and the foursome left for room 810. Sandra wrote the number on a napkin and strategically placed it on the table, so when the waitress or bartender came to clean the table, they would see it, and know which room they were in, which was another bit of advice Connie had given her.

When they arrived in the room, Sandra, who had done this Friday night took the lead in being sure they were paid and that both payments were safely tucked away. Each guy began kissing his own hooker and all began to strip the other. It amazed Sandra to watch her “little girl” strip a man to have sex with him. Kendra thought the same thing when she saw her own mother, who had been faithful to her dad all these years. When the women were nude except for stay-up thigh highs and high-heels, they asked the guys if they had their own rubbers, or should they use theirs. Both expressed the interest in fucking each without the condom, because “It just feels better.” Sandra though insisted that they get $100 more each for bareback! Each guy gladly came up with the extra money, and both were paid first. Then, mother and daughter fucked two different guys in the beds. The cries and moans of “fuck me” and “don’t stop” filled the room.

Once, mother and daughter were facing one another as both their “dates” were screwing them doggy style. In fact, seeing the other’s loved one getting sexed so savagely turned the other one on even more. After a while, the guys wanted to switch, since it was a “mother-daughter team” to compare which one was the better fuck. The guys had already found out that they were indeed mother and daughter. The women agreed and it wasn’t long before each came in the warm, wet pussies of the charming Southern women, one a MILF and the other a junior in high school! The men both agreed that it was an even tie. They were both great fucks.

After their “date” was over and the women left the room, they headed back down to the bar. The sexy team again perched up on two barstools and the time was 9 o’clock. It was now one more hour to go before they could leave. They saw a large black man sitting alone in a booth watching them, but they figured he was one of Dubois’s goons. No other guys came in to use their “services.” By this time, several men were in the bar with their wives or girlfriends and there were two other women there, seemingly for the same purpose that they were there for. As they talked, Sandra and Kendra agreed that they were both glad that they were together for Kendra’s first time in a hotel. For Kendra, it would be easier the next time if she were taken alone for sex. And they also laughed that it was the first time either had watched the other have sex in front of the other.

At 10 o’clock sharp, Kendra and her mother left the bar. The large black guy was right behind them. He stopped them and asked to see their purses. He collected the $600 from the pair and simply said good night. Then he handed them a note from Dubois. On it was written these words,

“Go to Chung’s Tattoo Parlor and ask for Chung. He knows what I want you both to have. TD”

The address was given as well which was in a sleazy part of downtown Atlanta. Both women knew probably what they would be receiving, since Karen Hasty had a tattoo above her cooter. They discussed their options but decided that it was probably the best thing they could do, since Dubois had the incriminating phone recording and videos of both performing sex acts. Also, Sandy remembered when the black thug stuck the muzzle of his shotgun up into her daughter’s pussy lips, saying what a mess it would make if the shotgun went off, and the threats made against her since then. They thought that after the nightmare was over, they could have the vulgar markings removed with a laser.

They found the tattoo shop and went in asking for Chung. Chung came from the back and asked if Mr. Dubois had sent them. When they answered that they were, he asked the mother and daughter to follow him. He informed them that he did clean and first-class work. Mr. Dubois was very specific about what they were to receive and that he had paid for the tats.

“Who wants to go first?” the short China-man asked.

“I guess I will,” Sandy begrudgingly said.

“Good, please take off all your clothes and lay back on the table.” Chung instructed.

“What!?” Sandra almost shouted.

“You heard me. Take off all your clothes and lay back on the table,” repeated Chung.

The auburn-haired mother did as she was told. Neither woman had received a tattoo before but knew it would be painful. Chung disinfected the top of Sandy’s right breast and started to work. Since the breast was more tender, it was painful as the man engraved writing right over her areola. Finally, he was through, and Sandra started to get up.

“I’m not through! Lay back, please!” Chung commanded in his Chinese accent.

Again, Sandra was forced to endure the humiliation, but this time he was putting his writing right above her vagina, as he stood between her splayed legs. Neither woman could see what was being written but dreaded to see what they were to receive.

“Okay, I am finished now. You can get up and look in the mirror to see my handiwork!” Chung said.

The mother got off the table and stood in front of the full-sized mirror. Even though she saw the writing backwards, she could easily make out what it was. Sandra threw her hands over her face and began to sob. Over her right breast were the clear words, “SUCK ME” and over her vagina was the single word “WHORE.” She sat naked in the chair beside where her daughter was sitting and continued to weep uncontrollably.

“Okay, young lady. You next!” Chung told Kendra.

Now knowing what she was in for, Kendra stripped her clothes off and courageously lay back on the table. Chung disinfected the top of the girl’s left breast and started his work. Kendra’s eyes filled with tears, which ran down the side of her head toward her ears. The weeping wasn’t so much the pain, but the humiliation and degradation of being branded in such a vulgar way for the rest of her life. When Chung was finished with her breast, he then went to her pubis and disinfected there in preparation.

“You have very pretty pussy!” Chung complemented, adding to her shame and disgrace.

After several minutes, the China-man was finished and told her to look in the mirror as well. When she looked, she saw the words “SUCK ME” over her left breast, but over her cunt was the word “SLUT” just as her friend had tattooed over her pussy.

The older Asian man instructed them on how to treat their tattoos until they were completely healed. Sandra and her daughter quickly dressed and hurried out of the tattoo parlor to their car. Neither one said much on the way home, but just silently wept. By the time they got home, it was ten minutes past midnight. Both mother and daughter douched the strangers’ cum out of their cunts, that hadn’t already seeped out, then went to bed…together, after kissing and comforting one another for 15 minutes.

* * *

At 10 o’clock next morning, Kendra texted her mom that the debate team was having a meeting that evening and wondered if she could get out of working the convention at the hotel that night. Sandy sent Dubois a text saying, “K has school event, needs night off”. Shortly, she received her answer back, “K okay. Mom whore needs 2 fuck twice as much.” The prick, she muttered, knowing that she would have to try extra hard to get two sessions in tonight. The implication of “whore” was very much felt in the skin over her pubis. Sandy went to the mall that afternoon and bought a very nice cocktail dress. It was very short, with a strap that simply came up between her breasts and tied behind her back. She charged it on Jeff’s credit card, justifying that he should pay for it, since he got her into this mess in the first place!

That evening, Sandra worked extra hard on her hair and makeup. The auburn-haired beauty put some of Kendra’s perfume on. The dress really accentuated her boobs, which were practically spilling out the top of the green dress and one could clearly see the words “SUCK ME” tattooed on her breast right over her brown areola. A month ago, she would never dream of exhibiting herself like a tramp. Now, she really didn’t care! In fact, it excited her so that she felt a tingle in her twat.

Looking again in the mirror, she felt she would certainly be good enough “bait” to snag a “john” in the hotel bar tonight, on her own. When she walked through the living room and Jeff saw her, he immediately got an erection. Even though he knew she would be going out and committing adultery against him this evening, it didn’t matter. It turned him on! He tried to get a kiss from his wife before she left. But she only gave him a peck on the lips as she was walking out, in a very uninterested manner. She already had a wrap around her shoulders, which covered the tattoo on her breast, so her husband did not see it.

“Don’t wait up for me, Jeff!” was all she said as she closed the door behind her. It seemed to the husband that his wife was shutting him out of her life, which, in reality, she was! Kendra left the house at 6:30 and got back home at 9:00. Within that 2 1/2 hour period, Jeff jacked off three times, thinking about the way his wife looked and smelled and what she must be doing right then.

When Jeff’s wife arrived at the Hyatt Atlanta Midtown bar, there were two other women in slinky dresses sitting around. When they saw the 38-year old newcomer walk in and sit down, both came up to her and threatened her.

“Hey, old lady, this is our turf! Why don’t you go back to the nursing home and get you some shriveled dick old man to do!” She told the two women that she didn’t want any trouble that she was in trouble and needed the money. That didn’t faze the two blonds in the least and continued intimidating her.

Just as Sandy was getting ready to get off her barstool and leave, a large black man came up behind the two women and simply said, “Hey, back off!” However, while he was saying those three words, he snapped open a switchblade knife at his waist, out of sight of anybody but the three women.

“Okay, okay! We don’t want any trouble.” The two strange hookers turned and walked quickly out the door of the bar. The big black guy simply closed up his knife, put it back in is coat pocket and slowly walked out the door also!

Within about a minute, when Sandra forced herself to breathe again before she passed out, she thought about what had just happened. One of Dubois’ goons was watching her and stepped in before things got out of hand. She was thankful for that. Apparently, those two “ladies of the evening” had worked this bar before and didn’t want any competition. She resented the nursing home remark, thinking that she looked just as hot, maybe even better than the two twenty-something sluts. Sandy ordered a mixed drink to help calm her back down.

Before long, a group of guys came in that looked like convention attendees. One spotted the auburn-haired beauty sitting on a barstool, with her legs crossed showing plenty of leg as well as cleavage on top. He came over and introduced himself as Jim from Chicago. Again, Sandra introduced herself as being from Nashville, and her name was Katie. After a few minutes of small talk, Jim mentioned her wedding rings. “Damn” she thought, “I forgot to take them off again!” She made up a story about her husband had just left her for a younger woman and she came down to Atlanta to see her sister.

“Well, your husband is a fool for leaving a beautiful woman such as yourself!” Jim said, hitting on the beautiful MILF. It did make her feel good, even though she knew it was probably a pick-up line. She blushed and said, “Thank you, Jim. That’s so sweet of you. I’m afraid I don’t hear compliments like that much anymore,” she told him as she laid her soft hand on his thigh that was next to hers.

Jim leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “I’d like to tell you that all night, if you’d let me as well as taking you up on the invitation on your breast,” referring to the tattoo.

“Well, the price of telling me that all night would be $500, tax included,” Katie said with a smile.

“I think that would be a bargain. Let’s go!” Jim proclaimed as he paid for their drinks and gently took her elbow, escorting her out of the bar. Once in the room, and the money exchange was made, Sandra did a slow strip tease for her date. When she was down to her hose and heels, Jim saw the WHORE branded in over her cunt, and he simply said, “Nice!” She started peeling Jim’s clothes off, piece by piece and dropping them in the floor.

“Do you like my new tattoos, Jim?” Sandy asked. I got them especially for you.”

“Are you really a whore, Katie?” Jim asked.

“Let me show you how much of a whore I am, lover!” she answered in a sultry voice.

This time, Sandra started kissing the man who was about 30, again forgetting what Connie had told her. There was just something about kissing with plenty of tongue a man whom she was about to have sex with. After passionately kissing him, Sandy slowly kissed down his tall body until she got to his eight inch cock, which was already standing at attention. She took it into her mouth and began a love relationship with his prick. She licked, tongued, jacked off, and scraped it with her teeth for the longest time.

Suddenly, Jim yelled, “I’m going to cum, Katie! I’m going to cum!”

Sandra did not want any of the creamy semen to go to waste for she had a plan for it. She clamped her mouth over the big head of his dick and took his whole load in her mouth. She had to swallow some but captured and held most of the stranger’s semen in her mouth. Then she sat back on her haunches, with her legs under her, slipped her wedding rings off and slipped them into her mouth, with the semen still filling her mouth. After swishing them around in a cum bath, she pulled them out, spit another good coating of sperm on the set, then laid them on the night stand beside the bed. After that, Sandy made a great scene of swallowing all of Jim’s fresh cum, smacking her lips, and saying “Mmmmmm!”

Jim laughed and told her, “You are one evil and nasty whore, Katie! That son of a bitch husband of yours will deserve that.”

After lying together on the bed for a while, giving Jim time to recuperate, Sandra began sucking his cock again, this time with the intention of it going inside her pussy, or maybe even her ass! It didn’t take long before he was hard again, and he got on top of the pretty wife of another man and slipped his cock up into her married pussy. It was hard, hot, and very thick. The cuckolding wife could feel every throbbing vein as it slid into her love channel.

“Katie, you are so tight, baby!” Jim told her. “I’m going to give you a real fucking!”

“Fuck that married pussy! Fuck that married pussy! Fuck that married pussy!”, Sandy kept encouraging him as he pounded her vagina.

“Fuck my married pussy! Fuck my married pussy! Fuck my married pussy!” she wailed.

Never before had she used such language with anyone, not even her own husband. But it didn’t take long before it had the desired result. Jim shot off another hot load of baby-making cream up into the uterus that would never see an egg again. Both wife and stranger moaned and howled at the release of their simultaneous orgasms. Jim collapsed upon the billowing pillows of Sandy’s breasts, with nipples erect and red. After a few minutes, and further pumping into her slick, wet birth chute, he was hard again!

“My, my, how can you get it up so much?” quizzed Sandra.

“Little blue pills! Thank God for Pfizer!” he yelled and they both laughed.

When Jim was good and hard, Sandra looked up at her one-night lover and said, “Jim, would you do me a favor?”

“Anything for you, sweetie!” he replied.

“Would you fuck me in my ass?” she asked in a little girl voice and puppy dog eyes.

“Yes, ma’am!” he said. Then, he flipped her over on her stomach!

Sandra had failed to bring any K-Y jelly with her tonight, but she had seen some hand lotion in the hotel room’s bathroom. The nude wife crawled out of the bed and walked with a swinging ass to retrieve the bottle. After she crawled back in bed, Sandy coated Jim’s hard cock with lotion then gave him the bottle to spread around and in her sphincter. “Katie” pushed her ass up toward her “date” for him to perform sodomy on her. She had never had this done to her, but she had always wondered for 38-years what it would be like. He covered his index finger and slowly pushed his finger in her anal cavity, and with more lotion, he pushed two, then three fingers. He was experienced at giving a woman anal.

All the while, Sandra was moaning and gasping, “Oh, Jim! That feels so good! Oh, fuck! Please be gentle, this is my first time! Oh, fuck my asshole, Jim!” This encouragement was driving the convention attendee crazy with lust.

After thorough preparation, Jim slowly eased and tried to push the mushroom head of his dick into the auburn-haired wife and mother. Sandra bit her lip and squeezed her eyes together to endure the pain, but then she felt the ring being penetrated by the head as it plopped in.

“Just relax, Katie. I’ll go slow for you,” assured the younger man. After a minute for her to get accustomed to the foreign invasion, he very slowly pushed in, bit by bit, then backed out the same bit by bit, until Jim had his whole cock buried up into the asshole of Sandra Jackson. The pretty mother felt the pubic hair of her ass-screwer scratch against her butt cheeks. He began the process of slowly increasing in tempo, fucking the woman’s ass, sodomizing this sexy creature that had begged for this.

“EEEAAAAUUUGGHHH fuck my ass! EEEAAAAUUUGGHHH fuck this wife’s ass! EEEAAAAUUUGGHHH fuck my married ass!” cried the MILF as Jim reached the mighty crescendo of the night.

“OOOhhhhhhhh! Here it comes Katie! Take my sperm in your ass, bitch! Ohhhhhhh gawd!” he screamed as he shot spurt after spurt into Sandra’s colon. Sandra could feel the creamy man-juice as it flooded her bowels and was amazed at how much spunk he could still produce after two earlier orgasms.

When they were finished, Sandy had an idea. She got her cell phone and with the camera made Jim take pictures of his white cream coming out of both her cunt and her ass hole. She had to show this to her daughter, she thought. Then they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

At 3 o’clock, Sandra awoke with Jim spooning her back and his left arm draped over her still naked body. They had both fallen asleep after the tremendous night of copulation and sodomy. Her “john” was still sound asleep. She slipped out of bed, quickly put her clothes and shoes back on, retrieved her coat and purse, and carefully picked up her wedding rings crusted with a stranger’s cum and safely tucked them away in her purse so the coating would not easily come off.

Sandy knew that she would never again see this stranger, in all likelihood, but she wanted to give him something to remember her by. Quickly, she reapplied her lipstick, and wrote on a complimentary pad of paper on the room table,

“Thanks for the wonderful night, Jim. You were a wonderful lover! Katie,”

She put her lips to the paper leaving a definite kiss smudge with the lipstick. She laid the note on the top of her pillow and slipped out of the room. Sandy felt that her bottom was sore, but she didn’t care. She had been a wild, wicked, and decadent whore tonight! As she stepped off the elevator on the ground floor, the large black man who had earlier tonight came to her rescue, stood up from a lobby chair and walked toward her. He held out his hand, and she gave him the small purse she carried. He opened it, saw the folded bills amounting to $500, then smiled at her and gave her back the purse. He turned and walked away without a word and Sandra made her way back to her vehicle.

On the way home, with a strange man’s ejaculate oozing out of her ass hole, she thought about what she had done tonight, and what it felt like. She had very conflicting feelings. On the one side, she felt guilty for committing adultery and participating in not just vaginal but anal sex with someone besides her husband and a complete stranger at that! This was not right for a Christian lady to do. But then, she could not deny that she did enjoy it. She had felt like a special lady, if only for just a few hours, something that her husband had not done in years. Her new tattoos made her feel sexy and trashy. Their married life had become completely routine and blasé. Tears rolled down Sandra’s cheeks as she remembered that it was all his fault that she had been driven to a life as a sex object for strange men!

When Sandra slipped quietly into her bedroom, she had briefly thought of waking up Jeff and squatting again over his face and letting the cum run out of not only her cunt but her poop chute into his mouth and face, as the ultimate degradation to him. He had become a cuckold, and she would be glad to remind him. But it was almost 4 o’clock, and she knew he would have to be getting up before long and going to his job to try to pay the normal house-hold bills and put food on their table. Instead, Sandy opted to re-coat the wedding rings with another coating of sperm from her vagina and to just lay them on top of his shaving cream can. That way, he would be sure to see them when he was getting ready for work. It would be her way of turning the hilt of the dagger after she would plunge it into his emotional heart, demeaning his place as a husband. After changing into her sleep gown, Sandra lay with her back to her husband. Just before she was finally overcome with exhaustion and sleep, she felt Jim’s semen continue to seep out of her rectum.

Because of the late night and her complete exhaustion, Sandra slept until noon. When she opened her eyes, she knew it was daylight, and glanced at her alarm clock on her nightstand to verify the time. But there, on the corner, right in front of her clock, lay the wedding rings that her husband had given her 20-years before, where she would be sure to see them when she did wake up. They were still covered in the sticky and crusty semen that they were coated in the night before. But there was something added, she saw. There was a fresh streak of Jeff’s own cum jettisoned over and covering the rings, mixing with the semen of the previous night. He had actually jacked off to the sight of her semen-covered rings. She knew that Jeff had gotten her message when he got up and left for work. Chapter 13

Later on that afternoon, about 2 o’clock, Sandy’s cell phone signaled that she had a text message. Hoping it was Kendra, she picked it up quickly to check it, but her heart sank when she saw that it was from Dubois. “Bachelor party tonight, 8, both S & K, make good team – have fun” He went on to give the location at a lodge hall across Atlanta. When Kendra arrived home, she was disappointed that they had a “job.” Her high school was having a Valentine’s Dance tonight, and she was hoping she could go, even if she did have to go stag. There was a cute boy that mentioned to her that he was going but came short of actually asking her for a date. So the high-school junior just sighed, giving up on any social life until her Dad’s debt was paid.

At 8 o’clock, as the mother and daughter team put on their “happy party faces,” they entered the lodge hall and were immediately met by several middle-aged guys. When they were brought into a large room where the party was being held, no man was under the age of 40! Apparently, the groom to be 52 and was to be married tomorrow, on Saturday. Sandy and her daughter “worked the room” flirting with each guy there. Drinks were flowing freely, even to the underage Kendra, who was made up to look older. The guest of honor was seated in his chair and mother and daughter started their lewd entertainment to stir the lust in the guys. The team of “Trixie and Dixie” stood right in front of them and started making out with each other. However, this time, they hugged each other more and even mouth kissed, passionately! Not as a usual daughter and mother would ever do, but more like seasoned lesbians! And when they did, it stirred feelings inside both women that they had never felt before about one another. They were drunk, and the women figured the older men would enjoy a good lesbian act. Still, after that night, they looked at one another in a different way. They were more like lovers.

“Dixie” pulled her daughter’s new white gown off her shoulders and down her curvy body, then “Trixie” reciprocated by removing her mother’s new cocktail dress. The same was done to each other with their lacy bras and sheer panties. Now their lurid tattoos of “SUCK ME” and “SLUT” and “WHORE” were visible to every horny guy. This seemed to stir their horniness even more. Mother and daughter danced around in front of the groom-to-be and rubbed his penis through his pants. They helped him off with his kakhi pants, pulled his hard cock out of his boxer shorts. Both the naked women gave him a blow-job that he would never forget. But before he shot his load, Sandy placed a new condom on the guest of honor and both took turns riding on it until he finally shot a big load up into Kendra. Mom peeled the condom off and devoured the contents as if it were sweet syrup, letting part of his semen run down her chin. The older guys cheered on the whole, profane show. They, however, did not offer to fuck the slutty women, probably because each had their own wives at home.

Sandy and Kendra went back to drinking and flirting with the men, still nude. The men pinched their titties, sucking the breasts that displayed SUCK ME, and rubbed their pussy slits but nothing was taken any farther than that. After about another half hour of drinking, and stumbling around the room, Sandra was placed in the same chair the groom-to-be had sat in earlier, so she would not fall over in her drunken state. She sat with her legs splayed out, inviting attention to her center of pleasure. But no man approached her even though the word WHORE was prominently displayed above her cunt. Kendra had been watching for a few minutes and stumbled over to her mother and knelt down in front of her.

“If you guys aren’t going to do anything to this whore, then this slut will!” she shouted.

They looked at each other deeply in the eyes, then Kendra bent over and started eating her own mother’s cunt out! She was not timid, but made lewd, slurping sounds as she mouthed and licked her hole and her clit. She was amazed at the taste of her mother’s twat. There just a hint of fishy smell, but it served to turn the redhead on even more. Her mother wasn’t the perfect whore. She needed to pay better attention to keeping her insides clean.

At first, Sandra was shocked, and then grabbed her daughter’s head, trying to push her way.

“No, honey! Don’t do that! I’m your mother! Stop!” Sandy commanded but in a half-hearted manner. The attempt was half-hearted, because either Mom was so drunk, or that she was enjoying her daughter’s mouth on her cunt so much. Instead of being pushed away though, the lovely redheaded daughter grabbed her mother’s slender waist, so her mother could not push her away. The honor student kept performing perfect cunnilingus on the very orifice that she had come out of 16 years ago. She started to finger fuck her own mother, hitting her G-spot with every stroke.

“No, Kendra….Stop…please don’t…please…please…please don’t stop! Please don’t stop, Kendra!” screamed the auburn-haired beauty at the top of her lungs.

“Oh, gawd! Eat me! Eat your mother out you nasty, little bitch! Oh, gawd, that is so good! Lick your mother’s filthy cunt hole and get all her juices!” Sandra screamed.

The vulgar display of mother-daughter lesbianism went on until Sandra came with a violent and uncontrollable orgasm! She shook, gasped, cried out, and made deep, guttural, unhuman sounds for what seemed like forever. When the beautiful 38-year old was finally finished with her eruption of sexual delight, she finally was able to push Kendra off and away from her mother’s own sex. Kendra fell backward on the floor and was just lying there on her back, too drunk to get up. But she then reached down with her fingers and opened up her own cunt in invitation to her mother.

“Eat me, WHORE!” Kendra shouted at her own mother.

Sandy looked at the lovely, redheaded child that she had given birth to, scooted off the chair, straddled her and started to return the favor to her own child. There they were, in a classic 69 position, eating one another’s cunts, drinking one another’s love juices. But this was incest! This was debauchery in its lowest form! But it did not stop until each came twice while lying on the floor. When each woman had a couple of strong orgasms, they passed out right there, covered in sweat, mother on top of her daughter’s body, with her face buried in her child’s red, pubic hair. While unconscious, both females let off a queef, which made the older guys laugh. The men all agreed they had never seen a sex show so dirty and raunchy.

When they came to, about two minutes later, Trixie and Dixie were helped up by the men who had been entertained so well. Sandra retrieved their dresses and coats, and each harlot put them on, but they gave their lacy panties, with the fresh smell of their juices, to the guest of honor. The women were helped outside to where the cool February night air would help sober them up a bit. Several of the older guys offered to take them home but they refused, saying that Kendra’s dad was already on his way to pick them up.

“Mom, where are your wedding rings?” Kendra asked when her vision was restored clear enough to focus.

“Oh, they were covered with another man’s cum from last night, so I just left them at home…on top of your father’s shaving cream can,” her mom said slurring her words.

“Oh, Mom! You are such a nasty whore!” Kendra blurted out and both mother and daughter had a good laugh together.

“But you know what he did, Ken’ra,?” Sandy asked with slurred speech. “He put them back on my nightstand and jacked off on them! My husband’s cum mixed with another man’s cum, on my wedding rings!” Both women laughed until tears came from their eyes.

It wasn’t long before Jeff pulled up in his car, and once again, mother and daughter crawled in the back, and too drunk to say anything on the way home. When they arrived home, neither one said good night to Jeff. They just walked into Kendra’s bedroom. Jeff could hear the definite click as they locked the bedroom door behind them. They each stripped and made their way to Kendra’s tub shower. They lathered each other’s body and washed each other, making sure to pay extra attention to breasts and vaginas.

When they dried off, both stumbled into Kendra’s bed, still naked, and started to kiss again. But this was no lesbian act for a bunch of horny older men. This was real, personal, and passionate. Each frigged and finger fucked the other until they came once more. When finished, Kendra pulled her covers up over both of them and turned out the light. As they lay naked on the daughter’s bed, holding each other close, groins and tits touching, Kendra finally broke the silence.

“Mom?”

“Yes, baby?” replied the mother.

“I had more fun with you tonight than I would have at any old Valentines Dance with a boy!” the daughter confessed.

“Thank you, dear. I love you!” Sandra spoke.

“I love you too, Mom!” came the daughter’s answer.

Then they fell asleep.

* * *

The next day, Saturday, Jeff was gone early because some of his co-workers in the office were playing golf and they needed a fourth partner. He was glad to get away from the house with the frigid attitude his family had toward him. He wrote a note saying that he would probably be gone all day.

At two o’clock, Dubois sent a text to Sandra telling her she and Kendra were to work the evening shift at the Pink Paradise, starting at 7 p.m. Since this was Mom’s first time to work there, Kendra worked with her all that afternoon on some routines, especially if they were performing as “Trixie and Dixie.” Being Saturday night, both figured that more guys would be there. Sandy had made two costumes from the clothing and props they got at the thrift store. They were going to be two Naughty Nurses and two cowgirls. The “Naughty Nurse” costume was a regular white nurse’s dress that buttoned all the way up the front. She actually found two of the old style nurses caps that were used years ago, starched, and white. Of course, the dresses were cut so short as to be almost obscene. A couple of toy stethoscopes rounded out the outfits.

The cowgirl outfits were two pairs of Daisy Dukes made from blue denim, a plaid western style shirt tied up under their breasts, a cowboy hat, and some western boots they already had. Some of these came from Connie’s daughter’s closet. Kendra reminded her mother about the three songs to the set, and to be sure and be completely naked by the beginning of the third song. It seemed so strange to Sandra that her own teenage daughter was telling her when they both would have to be nude, on a stage, with a bunch of drunk, horny guys, yelling and whooping, and sticking dollar bills in their garters.

Jeff brought home two pizzas when he returned from his golf game. Suppertime family atmosphere was strained but sociable between the three. They even kissed him good-bye tonight, and Kendra gave her dad a hug as well. She still loved her father because she had always been a daddy’s girl.

At 7:15, the DJ announced the new team performing their first time together at the Pink Paradise, the mother and daughter team of Trixie and Dixie! The two women took the stage and basically strutted around and shook their asses and boobs. They were in the Naughty Nurses uniforms, so at a predetermined moment in the middle of the second song, both started unbuttoning their dresses from the bottom up, then discarded them at the rear of the stage. They had made a quick stop at a dollar store on the way and each bought a pair of white stockings, which added to the effect when they were both nude. Both women worked around the stage during the last song, by crawling like two cheetahs after prey. Men were coming from everywhere stuffing bills in their garters. At the end of the song, the two women had met at the end of the stage, so they did the only naughty thing they could imagine doing. Mother and daughter were kneeling on their knees, embracing each other, and giving each other a long, wet, passionate lesbian kiss. The whole club went wild when they saw the mother and daughter kissing like two lesbians and fingering each other’s twat.

After the set, the two separated and worked the men in the audience, sitting and talking with the guys. Sandra was busy answering, “Yes, I’m really her mother,” and “Yes, she really is my daughter. Kendra was getting, “Are you sure she is your mom? She’s smoking’ hot!”

Before long they both were invited into the VIP area giving private lap dances. They charged $25 apiece for one song, but the dancers stripped down completely naked, except for their “props” and ground their butts into the hard-on’s of the men. Or they would hold the guys around the neck and let them handle their tits and pull and suck on their nipples, which stayed hard. Then they would sit on the lap of the lucky guy and they would rub their pussies into their lap, wetting the front of their pants. The only thing the men couldn’t do was to touch their pussies. If they violated that rule, the big, Mexican bouncer would immediately eject them from the club, usually face first onto the pavement. The guys grabbing Sandy’s boobs made her hot and horny. That made her dancing in the V.I.P. even more vulgar and raunchier. No one there that night, except for her daughter, would have guessed that she attended Riverdale Baptist Church!

When their shift was over at 2 a.m., they had made $620 between the two of them. But of course, all they got for their hard work was a paper receipt, for the money was going to Dubois. Kendra hadn’t drank too much, mostly Cokes so she drove them home. Sandra however was wasted.

When they returned home, each showered separately, but wound up together in Kendra’s bed, naked, as they had slept the night before. Sandra hadn’t had any release from the erotic horniness from tonight, so she begged her daughter to suck her boobs while she finger fucked herself to orgasm. After she came down from the tremendous cum, her desire still hadn’t been satiated, so she demanded that her own daughter eat out her honey hole as she spouted lurid and nasty commands to her.

“Come on, baby, make mommy cum!” “You can do better than that you little slut bitch, I said eat mommy’s cunt!”

Kendra became intoxicated not by the alcohol, but the heady, musty smell of her mother’s vagina. It was clean, but stale. She wondered if she had let some strange guy get his dick up in her and shoot up in her while she was in the V.I.P. lounge. She had not watched her mother the whole time. So she could be smelling the remnants of some blue-collar spunk.

“That’s right, make mommy your bitch, you teenage whore!” When the volcano finally erupted from the very core of Sandy’s sexual being, she screamed and moaned, and finally ended up giving her endearing terms.

“Thank you, honey” “Thank you for making mommy your bitch! I’ll always love my girl and mommy will always be her sex slut!” Kendra figured that most of this was the alcohol talking but hoped most of it were true.

Jeff had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and get a drink of water. He looked out and saw his wife’s car home, so he softly walked to their daughter’s room and stood outside the door. He distinctly heard his wife cry and moan in the throes of passion, presumably at the hands of their own daughter. His heart sunk, but his cock got hard as he made his way back to his lonely bed, where he backed off by himself.

The women again crawled out of bed with hangovers, and the next morning and went to Sunday services at 11 a.m. That night, Sandra was given a shift at the massage parlor. She only had two clients during her six-hour shift, but she got fucked both times. It seemed odd to the wife of the family that attended Riverdale Baptist that she would be glad that two strange guys fucked her. It meant more money to be put on the debt. While she was there Sunday night, she found out that she was already scheduled for Monday and Tuesday nights. It seems word of mouth had gotten around about the hot looking MILF working at the Pink Paradise, and customers had been asking about her. So Soon Lee had arranged it with Dubois for her to work more hours.

Dubois called Sandra on the phone, the next day. Every time “the nigger” called, the name that Sandra called him, she loathed the sound of his voice. She was not a racist person, and had been raised to respect everyone, no matter of their race or beliefs. But she was also a Southerner, where it had been common to hear the negative, racial slur, and she had heard it all her life.

“Mrs. Jackson, I just wanted to call and commend you and your daughter for the good job you both have done,” complimented the black man. Sandra felt it strange to be complemented on being some nigger’s whore!

“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news and some good news for you, Sandra,” the devious man said. Sandra just remained silent but listened.

“The bad news is with the economy the way it is, and the financial markets taking a turn for the worse, I’m afraid I’m going to have to add on 20% of your current balance to your debt as interest!” Dubois smiled as he told her that because he knew she would be livid.

“What?” screamed the wife. “What do you mean you are adding 20% interest, you son of a bitch?” again she was screaming. Now she was using some of the vocabulary she had picked up in her work places. “You are nothing but a low-life nigger, and if you were standing right here, I’d get my kitchen knife and cut your heart out and stomp on it! You make my daughter and me work as your whores, even branded as a whore, and you do that! We had an agreement, you mother fucker!”

“Now, Mrs. Jackson. There is no need for such language from a fine, Southern Baptist lady like you. I’m just a businessman and when my business goes down, then all my ladies have to work a little harder. We can settle this by giving you a choice, either you continue to work in the business opportunities I have graciously afforded you in order to pay off your husband’s debt, or I can send my boys back over to your house to play with your daughter. I believe they said something about cleaning up a mess, didn’t they?” The evil man quit talking and listened. He could hear the mother fuming and breathing hard.

Sandra remembered very distinctly that first night, when she was gang raped by the thugs Dubois had sent and the threat made when the big nigger stuck the muzzle of his shotgun in Kendra’s exposed vagina. The result of firing off a 12-gauge shotgun in a teen girl’s vagina would not only mean they would be killed instantly, but the whole inside of their torso would be ripped apart, and probably the head would be blown off from the body! The thought of anyone hurting her baby made her sick and weak. They could do anything they wanted to do with her, even putting a shotgun in her own cunt and pulling the trigger. But she would not let them hurt her child. After about a minute of silence, and Dubois patiently waiting, Sandy finally spoke.

“Okay, have it your way, you bastard!” she harshly replied.

“And remember,” Dubois continued, “no word at all to the police about our arrangement, or your daughter will pay.”

“Okay, you mother-fucking, cock sucking nigger!” spouted off the lovely mother again.

“Good, good. I knew you would see it my way!” Dubois said with a smile in his voice. “Now for the good news. Kendra can have tonight and tomorrow night off. I know she probably needs to catch up on her school work and she has been such a busy girl this weekend but she has been doing very well.”

The mother thought about how the no good pimp had whored them out during the weekend. Sandra would never admit it, but she herself had enjoyed all the sex she had been getting during that time.

“Of course, Soon Lee told me how you have become a hit with our clients at The Sensual Touch. It seems they love a beautiful MILF such as yourself rubbing their dicks with her wedding rings on her hand. So you will, as you know, be working tonight and tomorrow night, wearing your wedding rings, and do what you do so well, have sex with unknown men.

“However, I do have an appointment made for your services during the day on Wednesday. I’m afraid Kendra will have to miss an afternoon at school. I have a group of businessmen entertaining some visiting Korean investors on Wednesday. They asked for some spicy entertainment, so naturally I thought of you and your daughter! It will be a high-class private club downtown at 2 p.m. I’ll text you with the address when I get it confirmed. I know you and your daughter will put on a very raunchy show. I want you both to get naked and make it a day that the Koreans will never forget! So long now!” and just like that, Dubois was gone.

The beautiful mother felt dirty after talking with the bastard, but she also thought about showing her sexy body, and that of her daughter’s sexy young body off to a group of foreign men. Sandra immediately laid down on Kendra’s bed pulled her sweat pants and panties off and unashamedly masturbated herself to three orgasms. She was so exhausted when she was through, Sandy fell asleep on the bed with just her sweatshirt top on. The late nights of being a middle-aged sex toy were catching up with her!

“Mom! Mom! Wake up!” Kendra was shaking her mother to get her awake.

“Momma, what are you doing sleeping half naked in my bed?” the girl asked after she arrived home from school.

As she rubbed her eyes, she saw her daughter and then looked at the time. It was 4 o’clock and she had to be at The Sensual Touch at 6! She quickly explained to her pretty, redheaded daughter what Dubois’ had told her as she washed her face in the girl’s bathroom. Kendra was upset when she heard about Dubois adding on to the debt.

“He’s just wanting to keep us working and making money for him, Mom!”

“I know honey, but he threatened you again, and I’m not going to let the son of a bitch hurt my little girl!” Sandra explained as she sat at Kendra’s dresser and started using her make-up. They talked until the lovely mother had finished her make-up and hair. Then she went to her own bedroom and put on a red, lacy teddy that she had picked up at Wal-Mart earlier today. Since it was after Valentine’s Day, they were marked down for clearance. After she put on her Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and pants, she grabbed her coat and kissed Kendra on the cheek and turned to leave. Then she stopped, looked back at her daughter, and embraced her tightly and gave a long, passionate, lover’s kiss to her 16-year old. And the daughter kissed her mother back just as passionately.

“One day, after we get this debt paid off, we will be making our own money! Good money as whores and we will get all your college money back, hon!

“I know, Momma. I’ve already been thinking about us going into business for ourselves. ‘Trixie and Dixie Inc.'” the young honor student said with a smile.

“You and your Dad will have to get your own supper, Hon! Bye! I love you!” the mother said as she was going out the door.

“Love you too, Mom!” Kendra replied before she sat on the couch to start her homework.

Jeff was just coming home as his wife was leaving. She did hug and kiss him briefly before she got into her own car. “Don’t know when I’ll be home. Dee Dee is supposed to work tonight and tomorrow night. We will probably go out for coffee again after our shift is up. So don’t wait up.” That was all she said before she got in her car and drove away to the massage parlor.

Chapter 14

Father and daughter sat on the couch eating the Subway sandwich that Jeff had just went and got, since he didn’t feel like cooking. They were watching the beginning of the evening news.

“Kendra,” Jeff said, not really wanting to have this conversation.

“Yeah, Dad?” the beautiful redhead replied but still eating and not taking her eyes off the screen.

“I heard you and your mother last night, during the night. I wasn’t spying. I was just going to get a drink of water,” the father continued.

“Yeah, so?” the daughter replied, still eating, still watching the TV screen. That’s all she has to say, Jeff thought. Kind of nonchalant he thought.

“Well, it sounded an awful lot like you and your mother were…were…” and Jeff was now at a loss for words.

“Having sex? Yeah, we were,” Kendra replied as if it were nothing. “And mom’s a real good pussy eater too.” Again, the tone from the girl was as if she was talking about someone in her Sunday-school class.

The frankness of her reply shocked Jeff. How could she be so blasé� about such a thing? He let another minute of the newscast go by, processing the revelation from his daughter, when he spoke again.

“Do you know what incest is, Kendra?”

Finally, Kendra stopped and looked at her dad in the eyes. “Well, yeah! Duh! You know I am an honor student, and I know about such things, Dad!” and smiled as she finished her answer and turned back to the TV and eating her sandwich.

Another minute went by and a commercial for Six Flags came on, and Jeff muted the sound.

“Well, if you know what incest is, honey, doesn’t it bother you what you and your mother were doing?”

After a few moments, the young daughter replied, “Well, Dad, the way I look at it is, we enjoy making each other feel good. I know I really enjoy eating her pussy. So what Mom and I do behind a closed, locked door is our business,” again with a matter of fact attitude.

Then she turned and looked her dad straight in the eye and said,

“Just as what you and I do behind a closed, locked door is OUR business!” and she smiled as she gave the last sentence, and then turned back to the TV and eating potato chips.

Jeff unmuted the TV, and sat shocked at what his 16-year old had just told him. “Did she insinuate that she would be willing to have sex with me as well? My own baby girl?” he asked himself. The thought of that didn’t sit too well, because, well, she has always been a beautiful girl, and since she had begun to develop into a woman…

Immediately, the father of the family focused on the rest of the newscast and nothing more was mentioned about the subject. But the flashes of scenes with him screwing his daughter just would not stay away, especially when he was jacking off from lack of sex from his wife.

* * *

Sandra was glad that her friend, Dee Dee was working both nights she was this week. Starla was again working tonight but didn’t have much to say to “Sheba.” She kind of thought of the good-looking MILF as a threat to take away her customers, since she had heard a few ask about “Sheba” during last week. As they were sitting more or less by themselves, Sandra softly revealed to Dee some of the experiences she and her daughter had since the last time she saw her. The bachelor party, the convention hotel pickup, and the Pink Paradise were revealed to the pretty blond.

“Wow,” Dee said, “sounds like you both have been real busy, and both of you are now bisexual lesbians!”

Sandra just smiled but turned red from embarrassment. After Sandy had been there about an hour, who should come walking in but Tommy!

“Uh, hi Dee Dee, and uh, Hi Sheba.” After a few moments of indecision, finally he said, “I think I want Sheba tonight Dee Dee if you don’t mind,” the timid young man managed to stammer out.

“Sure, go ahead, honey. I don’t mind, but you remember you are my little boy now! You hear?” Dee Dee assured him.

“And you treat my baby boy good, Sheba!” she laughed as they started through the beaded curtain to the back.

Sheba took the young, nerdy man, who probably was still in college, back to an unoccupied room. The little routine played out with the questions, and the money transfer. However, tonight Tommy wanted a whole hour with the lovely middle-age woman with the auburn hair! When Sandra had Tommy turn over and she got to working on his erect penis, it took him a minute to work up the nerve. “Uh, Sheba, uh…uh…” The young man needed to gain confidence if he was going to be seeing whores much.

“Yes, Tommy?” smiled his lady-love as she stroked his oil covered cock, gently flicking the open eye at the end of his shaft. Sandy had already found that doing this usually made any man go insane!

“Uh, Sheba, uh…I’d like to fuck you…with you naked!” he finally managed to get out.

“Well, Tommy, that’s the only way I do fuck, naked that is!” laughed Sheba as she let go of his manhood so he could collect his extra money.

After Sandy had safely locked away the extra money, and she had dropped her shear, red, baby-doll pajama outfit onto the floor, she slowly crawled up on the table and gently took him into her arms, as a mother would her own child. She knew what Tommy wanted. She grasped her right breast and extended it to Tommy’s mouth to nurse on.

“You see what it says, Tommy?” the 38-year old mother softly asked.

“Uh, yes, I do. It says ‘suck me'” he replied.

“That right, my little boy. I want you to suck me, suck your Mommy’s tittie to get all the milk out! It’s so full because I’ve been holding it, waiting for you to come in and suck it out, Tommy. Please suck my titty, Tommy,” whispered the sensuous MILF.

The young man began to suckle and smack on Sandra’s tit, as if he hadn’t eaten in a week. While she was feeding him, Sandra was cooing soft words like, “That’s Momma’s good little man!” “Momma’s precious little boy is nursing so good tonight!” “Do Mommy’s titties taste good tonight? Huh?”

Tommy’s dick had never been harder and he felt it could not get any harder! It almost ached it was so engorged with blood. He kissed his “Momma” and said “I love you, Mommy!”

“And Mommy loves her little man, too! Would Mommy’s little man like to fuck his Mommy?” Sheba softly spoke into his ear.

Tommy felt light-headed at the sexy seduction and thought he might pass out. “Yes, Mommy! I would love to fuck Mommy’s pretty pussy! Please let me fuck Mommy’s pretty pussy!” he begged.

“Have you been a good boy since I saw you last? You haven’t fucked any other Mommies have you, Tommy?

“Oh, no. Please, please. I’ve only wanted to fuck you, Mommy!” pleaded the young man.

The seductive play-acting was getting Sandra excited as well. Her nipples engorged with blood, hard and erect, her clit was swollen and throbbing in sync with her own heartbeat, and she was creaming from her slit, ready to receive “her little boy’s” penis. Tommy climbed up on Sheba and plunged his dick into his make-believe mother and tried to keep from cumming as long as he could, but he was just too excited over the situation. He blew his spunk only after about a minute of plunging into “Mommy’s” hot, moist hole. He gasped and moaned at the wonderful sensation of planting incestuous seed into his “Mommy.” He had no condom on, because he paid for bareback, and normally the session would be over with, since they had only been in the room 40 minutes. But Sandra added the special touch of again holding the naked young man to her bosom, calming him, telling him that it was all right, and that she loved her little man for fucking her.

During the remaining 20 minutes she gently kissed his skin, rubbed his back and around his anus. She was even able to reach down and get him erect again, so that he blew a sperm load into her hand. She licked her hand clean with a smacking noise and a smile.

“How nasty you are, Mommy!” Tommy exclaimed.

“Yes, Tommy. Your Mommy is a nasty whore! See? It says so right here,” Sandy whispered as she pointed to her WHORE tattoo, courtesy of Mr. Tommy Dubois. She kissed his lips with cum soaked lips.

* * *

About 8:30, a man and a woman came in together and they wanted to both see one lady at the same time. They chose Sandy. As she escorted the attractive couple back to a room with two massage tables, she noticed that both were about her same age. When in the room, they said that they were glad that she would see them both and were willing to pay double for the privilege! That was certainly all right with the auburn-haired wife because that was that much more to be taken from her debt! Sandra thought that she had already been in enough heterosexual encounters with strange men and lesbian love with her own daughter, so that she thought that she could handle a threesome! And handle it she did! Come to find out, it was the wife’s birthday, and she had always wondered what a threesome would be like with another woman. So this was her birthday present from her husband. When the session was over, the wife was exhausted but satisfied. She told Sheba that they would be back to see her real soon, before her next birthday.

“Wow, girl! You sure had a hell of a night!” Dee Dee laughed as she and Sheba sat drinking coffee at the Waffle House. “I bet that Tommy will never forget tonight because you played his ‘sexy Mommy’ with him.” Both women laughed but had to hold their conversation at low volume so the customers around wouldn’t overhear the kinky stuff they were talking about.

Sandy confessed that she was beginning to enjoy all the sex more, more than she thought she would at the beginning. Jeff had been her only sex partner for 20 years and even though she did heavy petting when she first dated, she never let a boy go all the way with her. Also, she told her friend about the trick Dubois pulled about increasing their debt because of “interest.” From the way she figured it, she and Kendra were back to the original $80,000 amount that they first owed the evil black man after he took Kendra’s cherry.

The next night went about the same. Sheba had two customers, but Starla only had one. Sandy could tell that the young girl was pissed at her, even though she was at least 20 years older; almost twice Starla’s age! One of the two customers Sheba had was a truck driver. He was in his 50’s, big, and smelled of diesel fuel and was rough with her as he fucked her. He wanted to do the pretty mother in her ass, but she refused him.

At home, Kendra and her dad watched TV after she had finished her homework. Once when she got up to go get a Coke for them both, she stopped behind Jeff’s recliner and started massaging his neck, because he had told her earlier that it was stiff. She kneaded and rubbed his neck and he moaned, “Mmmmmm” in approval and enjoyment. Kendra slid her hands down to the front and under the Atlanta Falcons T-shirt he had on. She firmly rubbed his bare chest and chest hair, even tweaked his nipples once. It got the desired response that Kendra was hoping for. She saw a huge tent rise in his sweatpants, proof that she was turning him on and gave him an erection. Jeff just froze. He didn’t know what to do! “Was she seducing him to have sex with her, or just playing with him?” in light of their recent conversation. After about a minute of this torture, the 16-year old daughter kissed her dad on his forehead and went to get their drinks. Nothing else happened that night nor anything said about the incident. She just wanted to tease him, and torture him, partly because of what he got her and her mother into, but mostly being mean.

Sandra got home late, showered, and crawled in bed beside Jeff, who was sound asleep. She really kind of felt guilty for not being intimate with him, but after he didn’t stir for 30 minutes, she got up and went to Kendra’s bed and crawled in with her. She spooned her daughter’s warm body for the rest of the night.

* * *

Wednesday morning, Dubois texted the address of the private club downtown to Sandra and told them to be there 2 o’clock sharp!

“We’ve never been late to one of your whore sessions yet, you bastard!” the mother exclaimed out loud, but certainly did not return her response in a text message. When Kendra got home from school at noon, they decided to dress up in the Naughty Nurses outfits, and wear long coats on the way to the gig. They would put on the white starched nurses’ caps just before starting their routine.

Jeff was at work that morning in the large C.P.A firm he worked for. They were receiving several Korean businessmen trying to persuade them to let their firm handle the U.S. accounting work for the automobile company they represented. A luncheon was provided at a special club downtown that day and the agenda indicated that the meeting would be over by 2 p.m. He was glad that this wouldn’t be one of those special meetings that would keep him late from getting home to his family.

When the meeting was ended and successfully for Jeff’s firm, the chairman and C.E.O. stood and announced,

“Gentlemen, in appreciation for your business and our future relationship together, we have prepared a little show for you to demonstrate how we do ‘Southern Hospitality’ here in Atlanta. We have a couple of Southern belles here that I have been guaranteed will make your visit with us a memorable one. I present to you, Trixie, and Dixie!”

A p.a. system started playing the same Joe Crocker song, “You Can Leave Your Hat On” that Kendra used her first night at The Pink Paradise. The mother-daughter duo came prancing and seductively began dancing around each man seated at the long table. Sandra and her daughter saw Jeff at the same time, with a look of shock on his face! Kendra glanced at her mother who simply gave a short nod, as if saying, “We’ve got to go through with it!” They continued bumping and grinding around each man, sitting in their laps, and rubbing their butts in their laps to the beat of the seductive music. They had started at opposite ends of the long conference table and worked their way around. Their nurse uniforms were only buttoned with the two buttons in the middle, making their tits and cunts clearly visible to the lusting and whistling men. Each dancer made sure that every man got a big massage of titties in his face and made each one slap their behinds with his hand. When they got to Sandy’s husband and Kendra’s dad, they treated him exactly the same as the others. They knew they couldn’t give away that they were his wife and daughter. It might have jeopardized his position in the company! It would have been scandalous! So he got the same titties in the face and lap dance routine as all the rest. The only difference was, Jeff was not jeering, making lewd comments, and whistling at the exotic dancers. His face was white as if he had seen a ghost, and he did not even look at them, except for an occasional glance to see where each one was around the table.

The Korean businessmen were really enjoying the entertainment, of course. They got special attention from the two beautiful women, one a gorgeous auburn-haired older woman, and a much younger, redheaded beauty. By the time the Crocker song was finished, they had both climbed up onto the long table and were standing arm in arm in the middle. After the applause was over, Sandra spoke,

“Thanks guys! Thank you very much!” And emphasizing their Southern accents, “We are so glad to be here today to dance for y’all! Let me introduce you to my beautiful daughter, Trixie!” Each man clapped excitedly, except for one.

Then Kendra spoke up, “Thank y’all very much. We are so glad to be here to dance for y’all. Let me introduce my lovely Momma, Dixie!” This confirmed most of the guy’s suspicions that they were mother and daughter since they looked so much alike. This made the men’s response even more enthusiastic, except for one who simply looked at the floor.

Kendra nodded at the guy they had enlisted to play their music CD’s and the second song began. It was a slower song then mother and daughter simply faced each other, high upon the table, and mother undid the two buttons of the daughter’s dress and the daughter did the same for her mom. Then slowly and sensually each one simply pushed the dress off the shoulders of the other, letting them fall to the table, along with their toy stethoscopes. Now they were both completely nude. Their “suck me” tats and vulgar “slut” and “whore” brandings were now clearly visible. These sexy tattoos made the men drool at the women’s nastiness. Jeff was light-headed and thought he might pass out.

“When did they get those nasty tattoos, and why?” he asked himself. This was the first time he had seen these vulgar brandings for life.

Trixie and Dixie proceeded to embrace and start passionately kissing each other in a most inappropriate way for a mother and her daughter. They were now two lesbians making love by not only kissing but also groping and feeling each other’s breasts and pussies. Each woman began to leak sex juice down their legs until it was dripping on the table.

They separated and began crawling on their hands and knees around the edge of the table, in opposite directions, like they did on stage at the strip club. Each man had an opportunity to feel or grope a breast or stick their fingers in the juicy twats or finger an asshole! The tattoos were a hit with Jeff’s co-workers, when they read SUCK ME on a tit, and SLUT and WHORE right above their cunts. After each woman made a complete circle around the table they embraced again and kissed in the middle while they were kneeling on their knees.

A completely unrehearsed moved was initiated by the mother. Sandra dipped her fingers in her own honey pot, getting them completely juicy and slick, then put it in the daughter’s mouth for her to suck on. Kendra smiled at the profane move of her mother and did the same back to her own mother. They did the totally disgusting act to each other at least three times, and each time the recipient of the cum slicked fingers would smack and express “mmmmmm” to the taste of the other’s ejaculate. Sandy did not know where that come from, but it was a deep expression of illicit lesbian love to her daughter. She suddenly realized that she was lusting for her own daughter’s body and to make her a sexual pleasure toy. This was much better than the fake dildo in the back of her closet! The sexy mother would not dream of doing the vile exhibition with any other female, but it was so natural to share with her daughter. Then they passionately kissed again.

The song was over and the two, hot strippers climbed down from the table. While the music was silent, before the third song, one of Jeff’s co-workers, Joe Williams, leaned over to Jeff, whom he was sitting beside, and asked,

“Hey, Jeff, isn’t that your wife Sandra? And isn’t that your daughter Kendra?” Joe had recognized them both from a company picnic that they had attended last summer.

“Nah, Joe. You’re wrong! My wife and daughter would never do anything like this! It must be the make-up and hairstyle that makes them look like my girls!” Jeff tried to rationalize it to his friend, but Joe didn’t look convinced.

“Well, it sure looks like them Jeff, whatever you say!” the co-worker replied. Joe had noticed his friend’s demeanor during the vulgar performance of the two dancers. He saw that Jeff didn’t look like he was enjoying it at all!

At the beginning of the third and final song, each woman went to the Korean representatives and made out with each one, by kissing, putting the Asian hands on their breasts, and pushing their fingers well up into their slits, coming out with pussy juice soaked fingers, which the dancer sucked from their fingers. The song was a long slow number, so the sensuous strippers made their way to the C.E.O. and did the same to him, together. Dixie and Trixie then separated and each went down separate sides of the large conference table, sitting on strange men’s’ laps, letting their tits be mauled or sucked, since their tits said, “SUCK ME” and getting finger fucked. Since they were branded for life as a whore and a slut above their twats, they figured they would act the part. Sandra was coming down the opposite side of the table from Jeff, but his 16-year old daughter was coming down his side.

“What in the world am I going to do? I can’t sexually molest my own daughter!” Jeff thought to himself. If he had to act raunchy with his own wife, that was one thing. But with his teenage daughter? And with all his co-workers looking on? His stomach was turning into knots, and his face was sweating, as the lovely redhead got closer.

When Kendra got to her dad, she grabbed his hands and forced them onto her nice, firm orbs, and kissed him on the lips. The kiss wasn’t so bad. He had kissed his daughter on the lips before, but certainly never with this much tongue! Kendra then grabbed his left hand to which Jeff resisted, but his daughter held it firm. He knew what was to occur next.

Kendra bent over to whisper into her father’s ear and said, “Relax, Daddy! You’ve got to! Everyone is watching us! They can’t know I’m your daughter. I don’t mind, really! Please don’t embarrass me or make me look bad. And my life may depend on it!”

With that Jeff relaxed his arm and his 16-year old pushed his fingers completely into her soaking wet vagina. But Jeff unknowingly curled his fingers forward and hit her G-spot. With the orgy-like actions that were going on in the room, and the illicit taboo of mother-daughter incest and now father-daughter incest happening, it was all too much for the teenager to contain.

Kendra threw her head back and screamed, “AAAAUUUUGGHHH! Oh, gawd, yesssss! Fuck meeeee you damn pervert! Finger fuck my pussy, baby!” as a massive orgasm roared through her oversexed body!

“AAAAUUUUGGHHH! Finger fuck my twat! Please make me cum D…You nasty mother fucker!” she cried again.

She almost said the word “Daddy” but caught herself in time. This was the only one of the men that she had reacted this way to, and the entire room began clapping, thinking that Jeff had just brought off a nasty, young stripper to orgasm, not knowing that she was really his daughter. The orgasm was more intense because this was her Daddy. But Joe, sitting in the next seat, knew. The erotic explosion from the young girl shocked Jeff’s co-worker. When Kendra’s orgasm subsided, she pulled his fingers out, put them in her mouth and sucked them with a smack. She smiled bent back over to her father’s ear and whispered, “Thank you, Daddy that was a good fuck!” then she got up and proceeded next to Joe Williams, the only man in the room who recognized the teenage girl. Meanwhile, Jeff’s cock stiffened and gave him a tremendous hard-on in his pants, which resulted in a wet spot, after she whispered those words of a sexual deviant. His mind went back to the night when she said, “Whatever you and I do behind locked doors is our business.”

When the long song was over and all the men had been serviced, Trixie and Dixie bowed to the appreciative and very horny men, gathered their nurses’ uniforms and music CD and left. Jeff was still sweating. Would Joe tell his superiors? Would the word get out? Would they fire him? All these dark questions raced through his mind.

That night when Jeff got home, Kendra was just sitting down at the supper table where her mother had just finished placing their hot food for supper and was sitting down too. The woman were dressed in their normal, baggy Braves sweat suits. Jeff took off his coat and sat down in his spot. They all bowed their heads, held hands, and prayed as the young daughter said the blessing for the meal, all as if nothing had happened between them today.

Sandra spoke up first. “Jeff, we had no idea that you would be there today. Dubois had set up the appointment and just said it was at a private club downtown. If he had said it would be in your office, I would have come up with some excuse to get out of it! But we were paid a thousand dollars for that performance! A thousand dollars toward the debt that you created and we are trying to pay back! You should be happy and grateful that we love you enough to do all this to keep our family from falling apart, or even worse!”

After a minute of reflection and silence, as each family member filled their plates with food, Jeff finally spoke, “I am extremely grateful. I wish so much that I hadn’t put our family into this situation. Thank you both so much! I love you both, you know that, and no matter what y’all do, I will always love you!”

Both Kendra and her mother went to Jeff, hugged his neck, and kissed him, Kendra with just a peck on the lips, and her mother with a husband and wife kiss, and nothing more.

As the started eating, the redheaded daughter asked, “Well, how did you enjoy our performance today, Daddy?

Jeff almost choked on his first bite, but manage to say “I thought it was real good,” he said sheepishly.

“Just ‘real good’?” I think Momma and I put on an excellent show for your group” the young girl laughed, trying to ease the tension in the room.

As they continued eating, Jeff said, “I have an idea where I might can get the debt taken care of sooner so that you two won’t have to do all these things anymore.”

“What do you have in mind, Dad?” the ever-inquisitive daughter asked.

“Well, I don’t really know yet, but I had a thought today after y’all left, and I’ll think about a plan. I won’t mentioned anything about it yet, so that y’all won’t get your hopes up,” was all the answer Jeff would give his family.

But little did the two lovely women know that his plan would involve something illegal and, if they had known about it, they would have committed to keep on being the nigger’s whores for as long as it took.

Chapter 15

Three months later, at the end of the summer, the evil black man made yet again another interest adjustment, adding another 15% of the debt owed. Not only did he threaten Kendra’s life, but also he threatened again to expose Susan and Kendra’s sordid sexual activities to their church. This time he had video of the mother at the massage parlor and the daughter at the strip club as proof of their lasciviousness. A DVD was sent to the house that proved all the sordid activities of the mother and daughter. The audio that played as the lewd activities played on screen was Sandra’s voice on the phone with Dubois.

“Do you like the sex, Sandra?

“Yes.” came Sandra’s reply.

“Yes, what Sandra?” Dubois asked.

“Yes, I like the sex.” came the wife’s reply.

When the video showed Kendra stripped and crawling around on the Pink Paradise stage, pushing her crotch up into men’s faces, the audio played,

“And Kendra likes the sex too, doesn’t she, Sandra?”

“Yes,” came her answer during the phone conversation.

“Yes, what, Sandra?” again was his question.

“Yes, Kendra likes the sex as well!” as the mother was almost yelling and crying at the same time into the phone during the conversation.

The video had been mailed to their house in a large manila envelope, addressed to “The Jackson Family.” Inside was the DVD showing both Sandra and Kendra, as well as two other smaller manila envelopes. One was already addressed to Sandra’s parents and the other was addressed to the pastor of Riverdale Baptist Church. The message of the two envelopes was perfectly clear. Copies of the DVD would be sent to her parents and the church if they did not continue to cooperate with Dubois’ demands.

Since school was out at the end of May, the 16-year old, soon to be 17, stepped up and offered to work more during the summer. She really did enjoy all the sex as her mother did. However, Dubois did not provide more “work” for them to do, and their debt did not decrease very much during the summer. The women could not seem to get ahead to get out of Terrance Dubois’ blackmail scheme.

In September, Jeff Jackson was indicted by a grand jury and arrested for embezzlement and fraud from his accounting firm. His “plan” to get the money to pay off the debt that he had told his wife and daughter about backfired. He gave the excuse to his family that he couldn’t bear to see his wife and daughter being sex slaves to Dubois. It seemed that, although Jeff was good with figures and accounts, he wasn’t so good in covering up his tracks. Plus, the revelation that Jeff’s wife and daughter were the lewd strippers for the Koreans made the upper management of his firm suspicious. The husband of a once faithful and loving family was sentenced to 10 to 15 years after a plea agreement with the prosecution. He was incarcerated in the Valdosta State Prison Annex, which houses medium and minimum-security offenders.

* * *

The knocking on the mobile home door resounded through the entire singlewide. Kendra waddled to the front door and saw it was Connie Nix from next door.

“Hey, Connie! Come on in,” the very pregnant girl said, standing there in her blue graduation gown, with her belly sticking out the front as she held her back like most extremely pregnant women do.

“Sit down and have a seat, Connie. Sorry that the house is a mess. Momma didn’t feel like cleaning up today, because she worked at the Pink Paradise last night from 4 until 10, then she pulled a 10 o’clock to 2 o’clock shift at the massage parlor. So she was dead tired this morning. I guess she’s slept about all day,” the glowing 17-year old soon to be mother explained.

“That’s all right, honey. You’ve been over in my place enough to know that I’m not a great housekeeper either,” Connie said as she sat on a faded sofa obtained from the thrift store. She had a paper sack that had a tall bottle in it in her hand that she sat down on the coffee table.

“You want a Coke, Connie?” asked the still always polite Kendra.

“Yeah, honey. I’ll take an orange drink if you ain’t got any beer,” replied their next-door neighbor. In the South, any soft drink can be referred to as a Coke.

“Momma, run out of beer yesterday and hasn’t been to the store to get any yet. Ya’ know I can’t drink anymore until after this baby is popped out of my hole, which is any day now,” the lovely 17-year old explained as she waddled over and handed Connie the Fanta orange. The young mother-to-be sat down by her good friend on the couch.

“But you know, I do slip and drink a beer now and then!” giggled the pretty redhead.

“I know you do, honey, and your Momma does too! Say, why are you walking around in your graduation gown. The ceremony isn’t until tonight at 7 ain’t it?” quizzed Connie as she started drinking her orange drink.

“Those damn people who the school got the robes from sent mine with the zipper busted. My big ole belly sticks out like a full-grown watermelon. I was going to see if Momma was up so she can pin it for me with these safety pins,” answered Kendra.

“Here let me see if I can help fix it for you, baby,” Connie said as she sat her drink on the second-hand coffee table.

“We got some ‘Jack’ if you want something stronger!” offering her next-door neighbor some Jack Daniels that they had. Connie had become like a second mother to the lovely redhead since they had to move in the trailer park when the next-door trailer in Lot 27 became available. The Jacksons lost their house after the trial, selling it to try to pay the legal fees.

“No, child, it’s too early in the day to be drinkin’ the hard stuff. Your mom said she had the night off since your graduation was tonight, so I imagine we will be working on that bottle of ‘Jack’ tonight after we get home. There’s your Momma now!” Connie said as she had her arm up Kendra’s gown, trying to get it pinned. Sandra walked in the room with just a short tank top and a pair of panties on, and nothing else. Her WHORE tattoo was plainly visible.

“What are you doin’, Connie. Are you frigging my daughter’s pregnant pussy again?” said the still sleepy Sandra as she came in and sat in an easy chair, that didn’t match the couch, because it was second hand as well.

“No, bitch! If I was going to molest this pretty daughter of yours, I’d be eating out that pretty red snatch of hers!” and all the women laughed at the lewd joke between friends.

“Momma, my zipper busted on my gown, and Connie said she would pin it for me since you were still lyin’ down. You know what, Momma? The principal’s office called me in and tried to get me not to wear my honor student gold cord tonight because they said it might not look good for the school to have an unwed pregnant girl being an honors student. You know what I told them? I told them ‘I’ve worked hard to get this fuckin’ gold cord, and if you mother-fuckers don’t want me to wear it, you’ll have to snatch it off me as I go across the stage!’ That quieted them down right quick!” Kendra told her mom.

“That’s my girl! You’re learning to stand up for yourself,” Sandy replied.

“Well one thing you didn’t learn Miss Honor Student,” added Connie “is to completely trust those damn birth control pills! You know those things aren’t 100% effective, and you got the belly there to prove it!”

“Yeah, I know it.” Kendra replied with a grin as she lovingly rubbed her huge belly. She and her mother worked a bachelor party last September, and the lovely senior got her belly filled up with cum. She didn’t tell her mother that she forgot taking the pills for three days around then. She was starting her senior year and got busy with school and got careless. Now she didn’t know whose baby it was, or if it would come out black, white, or Mexican! All she knew was the health department told her it would be a boy. She and her Momma would love it, no matter what the little bastard child was.

Sandra spoke up to change the subject. She really didn’t look forward to being a grandma at 39, but she guessed she didn’t have a choice.

“Connie, did I tell you I got my final divorce papers in yesterday in the mail?”

“No, you didn’t tell me, Sandy. Well congratulations! You are now a free woman like me and ‘Big Red’ here!” Kendra punched her friend on the shoulder for the sarcastic remark.

“Yeah, and do you know what that son of a bitch, Jeff, did? He went and counter sued me on grounds of adultery! Yeah, I fucked around on him, but only because of him, and his greed!” spat the auburn-haired MILF.

“Well, he’s probably committing adultery himself now with all his ‘girlfriends’ down there in Valdosta State!” laughed Connie, and Sandy joined her in the good hearted laugh at her now ex-husband. She could just imagine Jeff being sodomized by a big, rough fellow prisoner. Kendra only smiled because after all that had happened, she still loved her daddy.

“Yeah, and if Kendra hasn’t popped this kid out by then, I think she and I are going back to Riverdale Baptist this Sunday morning and march right in with all those good folks! Maybe I can find me a boyfriend!” laughed Sandra, which spread to the other two.

“There, darlin’, I’ve finished pinning it the best I can,” Connie announced. “Maybe that will keep your big, pregnant belly in until after you graduate.”

“Thank you, Connie,” the redheaded girl said as she kissed her neighbor on the lips.

Just then a knock came to the front door again. “Maybe that’s Tommy, Momma! I told him to come over this afternoon if he could,” Kendra announced as she waddled to the door.

“Hi, Kendra! Is it all right if I can come in?” said the familiar male voice.

“Sure, Tommy! Come on in. Connie was helping me with my graduation gown, but it’s all fixed now. You think my big belly looks cute in it, Tommy?” the redheaded vixen asked the young man as he stepped inside.

“Yeah, Kendra. You will be the coolest looking graduate there. You will have something that none of the other graduates will have!” joked the young man that Sandra had played “Mommy” to. Sandra introduced Tommy to her daughter six-months ago, and they had been seeing each other and having sex ever since then. She knew that Tommy was a “good boy” because of all the times she had talked to him at The Sensual Touch. He even met her and Dee Dee after their shift for coffee at the Waffle House. Since he was only 22, he would make a good boyfriend or maybe even a good husband for her daughter, if things got that far.

“Hi, Sandy. Hi, Connie. How are y’all today?” the polite but nerdy young man asked.

“We are doing fine Tommy!” Sandra said as she pulled him down to her face and gave him a good kiss on the mouth.

“Come on back to my bedroom, Tommy and you can help me take my gown off, and anything underneath it you’d like to take off!” said the sexy redhead with the pregnant belly. Then she waddled back down the narrow mobile home hallway to her bedroom in the back. The young couple went into the daughter’s room and shut the door behind them.

“Sandy, you ain’t right girl! Letting that boy in here to fuck your daughter!” scolded her neighbor.

“Aw, Connie, she could do worse. Besides, Tommy is smart, and Kendra is smart. When they have a baby, it should be smart too!” beamed the beautiful grandmother to be.

“Oh, by the way Sandy,” Connie asked, “Have you heard any more about who killed Terrance Dubois last month? The paper has quit printing anything about it.”

“Nope, I haven’t. And all I can say is good riddance!” answered her friend. It seems that Terrance’s Dubois’ house burned to the ground the first part of April. The arson squad found five bodies inside, all Negro men. One of the bodies was definitely Dubois’, but the others were still listed as “John Does.” Each one had a gunshot in the head of the charred remains, so the police figured it was some kind of rival underworld type trying to take over his operation and they burned the house down to cover any evidence. The thing about it is, all of Dubois’ records were destroyed in the fire, and any evidence that could surface to implicate Sandra and Kendra as part of his sex business. So as far as they knew, they were out from under his control. But they were going to “lay low” for a while until they were sure. Besides, they were not working pretty good money now, since none went to Dubois anymore. The police suspected the blond bimbo Mitzi as the perp, since she went back to New York around that time.

“Oh, I almost forgot, girlfriend,” Connie spoke up. “Here’s a little present I got for you to celebrate your freedom from Terrance Dubois and finally getting out from his damn control,” the thoughtful neighbor said as she handed the sack with the tall bottle to her auburn-haired friend. When Sandra pulled the bottle out, it was a bottle of Southern Comfort Premium.

“Oh, thank you, Connie! That’s sweet!! I love to drink Southern Comfort. You are such a good friend to my girl and me. You’ve given me a lot of ‘Southern Comfort’ along with my other girlfriends over this past year or so, and I appreciate it so much,” Sandra said as she was almost brought to tears at her old school mate’s kindness.

“It’s not much, but at least we will have something nice to drink tonight after the graduation ceremony,” replied her good friend as she stood up to leave. “Let me get out of here now before you start blubberin’. I’ll see you tonight at the graduation.

“See you there, hon’,” Sandy called out at her as she started toward her own trailer.

Sandra glanced up at her clock in her small kitchen that was just off her living room as is usual for such a small mobile home. It was just after 2 o’clock. She warmed up a cup of day-old coffee in the microwave from yesterday’s pot.

Just then her cell phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Dee Dee.

“Hi, Barbara! How ya’ doin’ hon?

“Yes, the graduation is tonight at 7 p.m.

“Oh, I’m glad Soon Lee gave you the night off so you could come to it. It would mean a lot to me, Dee.

After the graduation, I want you to come back over here and have a party with me and my neighbor. She just brought me a bottle of Southern Comfort. And Kendra and Tommy will be here too, probably, and you know Tommy would just LOVE to see his Mommy here!” Sandra giggled at her own joke.

“Ok, I’d like that, hon. You know no other woman besides my daughter can lick my pussy as good as you can, Dee.

“Ok, bye-bye. See ya’ at the graduation,” then Sandy disconnected her cell.

The coffee had finished warming and the auburn-haired beauty took the cup out of the microwave. She stood and drank several sups while standing in her kitchen, pondering, and thinking of her present situation. However, she was not sadden because of her circumstances. She had a beautiful young daughter, who was also a wonderful lover, and several good friends. She had long ago determined that she would just face each situation as they presented themselves to her. She glanced at the clock again and saw 10 minutes had gone by since she last looked.

“Kendra and Tommy should have had enough time by now,” she spoke out loud, as she made her way, barefoot, down the hallway towards Kendra’s bedroom. As she slipped her way into the small, darkened bedroom, she slipped off her small tank-top and slipped her panties down around her perfect ass, and let them drop to the floor. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Sandra saw the two naked figures together on the bed in front of her having sex. Sandra didn’t just want to have sex, she had to have sex, she craved sex, and these two young people were handy to do just that, even though one of the dark figures was her nude daughter.

As she crawled slowly onto the bed from the foot, she began to say softly, Kendra looked up and said, “There comes my whore Momma now. See, Tommy? It says so above her sloppy pussy.”

“There’s my babies!” Sandra cooed as she crawled slowly toward her lovers. The girl and young man separated so that the MILF could slip between them.

“Does my little girl want to nurse from Mommy’s breast?”

“Yes, Mommy. Can I suck your titties?” asked the very pregnant honors student. “It says for me to suck it, just like mine does!”

Mommy responded by holding and extending her fleshy orb that was branded with “suck me” on it.

“And here’s Mommy’s large nipples for her baby girl to suckle on.”

Kendra began to loudly smack and suck on her mother’s naked breast.

“Does Mommy’s little boy want to fuck his Mommy” Sandra asked as she lay on her back.

“Yes, please, I want to fuck you, Mommy,” came Tommy’s answer.

“Come on then, my little boy. Fuck your Mommy! Put that dick of yours up in Mommy. Fuck her good! Make Mommy cum, Tommy! Shoot your cream in Mommy’s pussy. Make yourself a little brother or sister.” Sandy commanded and teased as she held her pussy lips open. They all knew that it would be impossible but all three of the dark figures, wallowing in sexual ecstasy on the bed, made it into a good fantasy.

Tommy sunk his hard, erect cock into the wet, waiting cunt of the MILF.

“Fuck you, Mommy!”

*** The End ***