4 comments/ 96659 views/ 19 favorites Incestory: Born Lucky By: sex2xs2 "We got five minutes," Mom warned me, "it's crazy busy for a Thursday so I wouldn't fuck up and miss out on the rotation again." I looked at her reflection in my makeup kit mirror as she pinned up her loose curly chestnut hair. She was in the 'Slutty Nurse' outfit again. "It's a little early for that, isn't it?" "I got a Regular," she turned around and adjusted her top, her fat tits in my face, "I really like him," she pulled the collar as wide as she could so that her cleavage was best exposed, "and he likes the nurse thing." "We don't match," I observed, since I was wearing a red mini with sparkles. "I can't do the routine without you," she complained, "Besides; I think I can get us a date with him tonight." "I'm raggin'," I lied. "Even better," she answered, "I think he's the kinda guy that likes that." Eris burst through the dressing room door just then and slid between us. She intentionally slid her giant soft tits across Mom's and her sexy heart shaped ass across my pelvis as she passed. "Tease," Mom hissed, "Why are you so happy?" "This woman ..." she giggled, "She is so fucking hot!" "Slut!" "Jesus, I know!" Eris laughed. "Go on," Mom urged as she stepped up behind Eris and wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, "Tell me about this hot girl." Eris leaned up and reached back to pull my Mother's cheek to hers so their lips were just barely touching. "Are you jealous?" she asked seductively. The two women looked hot pressed together like that and I got a little wet imagining them doing each other. They were close in age but Eris' hair was straight and black, her eyes were bright blue, and her skin was as white as snow. She had a gothic look that made her stand out from the rest of the girls. Mom wasn't any less beautiful; she was just more ... typical, tan with long curly brown hair, big tits, wide hips, and thick sexy legs. Eris didn't pull Tricks but she was still a full-blown nymph - her boyfriend was at least half her age and really cute ... I was sure she had something going on with my Mom too. Mom tickled her sides and Eris let her go of her face. "Tell me, Bitch!" "Okay! Okay! She's gorgeous- like ...," she waved her arms dramatically making her giant tits bounce comically as she searched for just the right words, "She's fucking exotic!" "She must really be something," Mom said and stalked out of the dressing room. ***************************** I saw Eris' woman. She sat talking with our new Manager, the one all the girls called "Blue", I guess 'cause of his eyes ... anyway, they sat up front, center stage. She wore her long shiny black hair draped elegantly around her shoulders, her figure was barely concealed behind a sexy little purple shift dress, and she sported lots of jewelry. Even at this distance I could see her big intense brown eyes. Her skin was dark but her features were hard to place. She had to have been in her late Thirties or early Forties but she was hotter than any dancer in the place. I probably should have been jealous of her but in my experience - a woman that beautiful could only be fucking miserable. I'd seen girls from everywhere and she seemed to have a little piece of everything jumbled together, mixed into a perfect blend ... like every man's fantasy in one package. Blue obviously hadn't wasted any time in finding an excuse to introduce himself. He looked anxious trying to make her comfortable and I was sure it would only have the opposite affect ... she was obviously very High Class. She glanced up at me and then back to Blue and patted him on the arm. He nodded, took her empty glass, and headed for the bar. She seemed to be watching me intently as I moved through my routine. I found myself hovering on the table-side of the stage a bit more than usual, stealing glances at her when I got the chance. I hadn't really been in the mood to work tonight but this was the week Dad was back from Chicago so calling out really hadn't been an option. Now, with this woman watching me, I felt a little more motivated to do it right for some reason ... to put on the act ... make everyone think I liked it. I'd chosen a slow song first to give us time to build up and it gave me the opportunity to watch her watching me. Before the first song was over, Eris slid into the seat next to her with a hungry look in her eyes and a sweet smile on her face. The woman must have seen something in my expression because she seemed to smile apologetically to me before she turned to talk to Eris. The woman was definitely exotic. ***************************** "Damn, Girl!" Dad laughed at the pile of cash Mom dumped out onto the kitchen table. "Thursday night too. Can you believe it?" Mom said as she pulled a beer from the fridge and pointed it at me, "Helen was on fire tonight." "Where's the money you made off the date?" "It's all there!" I made my way to the bathroom; I wanted to clean our Regular's spunk off my ass almost as much as I wanted to avoid having to listen to Mom and Dad squabble over the night's take again. Our trailer didn't have real walls so the shower was my only choice anyway. Mom's Regular had turned out to be another anal freak ... the first one of those we'd had in a while. I'd gotten used to it for the most part but I'd never call it pleasurable. At least he'd gone 'Ass to Mouth' with Mom instead of me. As I let the hot water wash away the night, I imagined the dark Exotic-Woman watching me as I danced. I ran my soapy hands over myself imagining her eyes following the movements of my hips, her tongue sensually running along her full dark lips as my fingers found my clit, her perfect white smile as my fingers dipped into my steaming wet cunt. ***************************** Mom wasn't even asleep yet when Dad came in my room. He dropped onto my bed and pulled down my covers. He ran his fingers over my flat navel and panties. His fingers slid between my thighs, along my slit, and over my clit. I felt a chill of excitement despite the fact that I didn't like him touching me. "I'm raggin'," I lied. "Fine," he said, and pushed me flat on my back to straddle my chest. He slipped his rigid cock out of his boxers and set his balls down on my lips. "Go on, Bitch," he shook his hips so that they bounced on my chin, "You know what to do." I sure did. I massaged his sphincter with my fingers and focused on running my tongue around each nut as he jerked on himself - just like he'd taught me to do. "Yeah, Bitch," he encouraged, "That's it!" Eventually, he started to get close so he shifted up onto his knees and stuffed his long skinny dick between my lips. I concentrated on running my tongue around the ridge along the backside of it as he fucked my mouth. Mom always said it paid to work on that part of his cock. You could shave a good ten minutes off of your time if you did it just right. He pumped himself with two fingers and moaned ... that was my queue ... so I pushed two fingers into his rectum. The jizz came in one long steady spurt, completely draining him in one blast. The sensation was like he was pissing in my mouth and the amount was threatening to drown me, it overflowed and ran down my cheeks. He thrashed on top of me like his cock was caught in a garbage disposal and the fingers I jammed in his asshole were holding down the power switch. He grabbed the sides of my head and pulled my face up so he could see his cum in my mouth. I opened wide and tilted my head back too make sure he did. He put one hand on the back of my head and the other over my mouth and smiled cruelly at me. I'd gotten him off good this time - just like he'd taught me to, hoping he'd be nice about it, but he still wouldn't let me spit it out - just to be an asshole. ***************************** Eris glared at me, her hands on her hips, and her normally pouty lips in a full blown pout. We were the only girls in the dressing room so she obviously had a problem with me. "What?" I asked her. "She wants you to stop by her table," she looked away, "She asked for you." "Who?" I asked confused. "You know who." I hadn't even noticed the exotic Woman was in the club tonight - it was Friday night, the crowd of low-budget payday customers who'd come in to blow their pathetic little paychecks on lap dances had kept me pretty occupied. She crossed her arms and huffed at me. "Whatever Eris!" I found it hard to be intimidated by a mature woman wearing white lipstick, pigtails, and a pink baby-doll tee. "I'm going home," I picked up my backpack, "She's all yours, okay?" She turned her back to me and adjusted her too small top over her giant tits in the wall mirror. She'd done the right thing and delivered the message but she obviously wasn't happy about having to do it. "I'm going home," I told her again more insistently. "Not if you got any sense," she advised. "What?" "Look," she smiled weakly in the mirror at me and pulled the rubber bands out her hair, "Never pass up on a good score ... Okay, Baby?" "Okay," I told her. ***************************** Exotic-Woman had a friend she wanted me to spend a little time with in the parking lot. The price was right and I'll be damned if that friend didn't turn out to be a beautiful European woman. I literally gasped when I saw her. She was waiting for us, casually leaning against a car smoking a long cigarette between two extended fingers like the classy dames in the old black and white movies did. She was every bit as beautiful, mature, and High Class as Exotic-Woman but on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. She had the most beautiful natural silky golden blonde hair I'd ever seen. Her eyes were bright green and more sexy than even Blue's were. Her skin was nearly as white as Eris' but it seemed more natural considering her hair. Her lips were full, giving her that perpetual sensual pouty look my Dad liked to call 'Dick Sucking Lips'. She had a luscious curvy body wrapped in a real Chinchilla coat that was so long and thick that it probably cost as much as the Audi she rested against - and that's where we ended up ... the three of us, pressed together, in the backseat of the car. She looked me up and down and said something in Russian to Exotic-Women. So - she was Russian and wealthy? I felt my alert level tick up a notch. Mom always said to watch your ass around Russians, especially rich ones ... they were kinda unpredictable. "Are you okay with our arrangement?" Exotic-Woman asked me, sensing my sudden concern somehow. "God, yes!" I gushed, ignoring the tingling of my spine to revel in the pounding of my lust. Russian-Woman slid her satin blue slip dress up over her waist and leaned back into Exotic-Woman's arms. Exotic-Woman took the opportunity to slide her hand under the fur and caress the Russian-Woman's large soft tits. Russian-Woman placed one leg over the back of the rear seat and the other on the headrest of the driver's seat so that I was between her knees. She slid her long manicured fingers under the crotch of her black satin panties and moved it aside so I could see her luscious pink pussy. "Beautiful!" I told her, admiring the fat glistening bald vulva between her thick, milk-white thighs. I noted that her figure was very much like my Mom's, I liked that ... it was familiar ... and I definitely knew my way around it. Exotic-Woman said something softly in Russian into the Woman's ear and they both giggled. "Not fair," I chided. "Life is not fair!" Exotic-Woman announced and placed her hand on the back of my head to gently guide me down between her friend's thighs. Russian-Woman opened the fur and wrapped it, along with her thick white legs, around my shoulders, twisting her hands in my hair to pull me forcefully between her legs. The feel of the fur against my skin was so luxurious that I couldn't resist the pleasure of rubbing my face into it as I hungrily lapped at the Woman's sweet slit and little pink hole. "Yummy," I moaned, looking up into her face to watch her expressions and gauge her reactions, "So delicious!" Exotic-Woman pulled her face to her own and kissed her gently on her pouty pink lips like a lover. She massaged the Russian's nipples, her long thin hand moving rhythmically inside the top of the woman's dress. I rotated the fingers of my left hand in my own pussy and palmed my clit, fucking myself for all it was worth as I buried my face in the Woman's luscious cunt. Exotic-Woman followed suit, spreading her long thin brown legs at the knee, fingering herself as they made out. We brought Russian-Woman to orgasm together in a few short minutes, the two older women tongue-locked as Russian-Woman did her best to smother me in the wonderful combination of her fur, warm soft skin, and sweet juicy pussy. When she was done, I looked up into her eyes and smiled sweetly, sensuously licking her juices off of my lips like Mom had taught me ... she always said that it was the little flourishes that separated us from the everyday prostitutes. "We haven't been introduced properly, have we?" she asked me, pulling me up from between her thighs so the three of us were face to face, huddled together like conspirators. I noted that her accent was barely noticeable when she spoke English. "No need," I purred, leaning into her, running my fingers and cheek up and down the luscious fur covering her large soft breast, "How 'bout I just call you 'Delicious'." "As you wish," Delicious laughed. "What do you think?" Exotic-Woman asked her. "Very exuberant," Delicious said and ran her fingers through my curls, "Extremely skilled for one so young." She leaned forward, her emerald eyes boring into mine. "Child, tell me, how old are you?" "How old do you want me to be?" I purred. "I think I'd like to meet your Mother," she said in a way that didn't sound like it would be for a cup of tea. "My turn," Exotic-Woman laughed, pulling me from between the beautiful thick white legs of the blonde goddess. ***************************** I watched for them every night after that, praying they'd show, hoping they'd want to spend more time with me. I didn't even care about the money - I was intrigued! I wanted to be them. I wanted to drive Fifty-Thousand Dollar cars and wear long fur coats too. As time went by, my hope waned, and the one shining moment in my dreary existence began to gradually fade behind the parade of lapdances, dirty motel rooms, and parking lot blow jobs until it all began to seem like something I'd only imagined. ***************************** Eris seemed to be going out of her way to be nice to me; I guess she figured if she was nice to me she'd still have a chance at my Exotic-Woman if she ever decided to pop back in. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't think we'd ever see them again. "Hey, Girl!" she called me as I made my way to the dressing room after my last set. She'd gotten off early and was already sitting at the bar with a glass of wine in her hand, dressed in her street clothes - a pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt with a logo that read 'If you take me shopping I'll pretend to be your Girlfriend'. "Hey, Eris," I stopped and slid between her and a customer at the bar, "What's up?" "Eve had to leave early ... they have somethin' to do ... she asked me to hang out with you." "I don't need a babysitter!" I scowled at her. "No," she smiled, "You don't - but I got an idea." "First one, huh?" I chuckled. "You'd be surprised, dear," she said with an edge of menace in her voice. "Sorry!" I apologized and actually meant it, "I can't help myself sometimes!" She laughed and put an arm around my waist. "Why don't you hang out with us over at the apartment? I got a babysitter so were free to do whatever we want." Us? She meant with her and her little boy-toy boyfriend. "Not a good idea," I warned. She knew I'd tried to hook up with him. I'd met him when Eris first came in to check out the club, before she'd started working here. I was mostly working the tables back then, too young to dance full time yet. I was eighteen but Charlie wouldn't have me working all night while I was still in my senior year of High School. I remembered thinking how cute he was and how I'd have liked to hook up with him, but he was so far gone in Eris there was no way he'd even noticed me. He was her little puppy dog ... it was almost pathetic. She'd actually paid me to jerk him off once but he'd only came because he was watching her dance at her audition - I might as well have been invisible to him. He didn't cum thinking about me. I remembered not liking the fact that a woman twice my age could outcompete me for his attention, even when I had a grip on his cock, but I also understood now that everyone has their own kinks, and no matter how hard you might try - they will always go for what they like best. Some guys just really liked the MILF thing and Eris was a MILF in spades. They were a kinky couple and I'd accepted the fact he wasn't interested in me and moved on. It was a hell of a lot easier after she'd gotten pregnant and had his baby to let him go. He knew I was a prostitute then - what could I really expect anyway? She fixed me with her crystal blue eyes and smiled. "It's okay," she offered, "Maybe I'm not as possessive as you think I am." ***************************** We did more than a few shots at the bar and headed out arm in arm, giggling like little girls, propping each other up as we staggered. We were well into the second bottle of wine at her place and I was really feeling it, especially after the booze at the club, when Eris finally made her move on me. "Dance with me!" Eris insisted, grabbing me and pulling me up into her. I reveled in the feel of her giant soft tits and soft figure pressed into me. I was dressed school-girl, plaid skirt, bobby socks and black and white saddle shoes; she was dressed office-lady, horn-rimmed glasses, black skirt, sexy pumps, and a much too small white blouse. She had a lot more to take off then I did but I really did like the whole thigh-high and garters thing. "I don't know how to dance," I lied. "Shut the fuck up!" Eris laughed. It only took a few minutes to get me worked up and a few more before I was in the zone, working my body into hers like it was Saturday night at the club. Boyfriend was quiet and sipped his wine as Eris and I got silly, dancing together, making out, and stripping each other down. Now, I noticed something different about him ... he looked a lot like Blue ... and for some reason that made me fucking hot for him all over again. I couldn't help showing off, competing with Eris for his attention. I smiled at him, locked him in my gaze, and licked my lips the way I knew guys liked as I moved my hips to the music. I tried to rationalize that I was just trying to make myself feel better after being rejected by him in the past, but in reality, I knew it was probably just due to the fact that I was a straight up fucking slut. "You shouldn't look at me like that," he muttered. "What do you mean?" I asked seductively, "Like I want to suck your dick?" He cocked an eyebrow at me. "'Cause that's what I was thinking about," I added. "SLUT!" Eris gasped, "Now you want my boyfriend too?" "Yeah," I said, leaning forward and squeezing my tits together so he could look down my blouse, "Why not?" "You're fucking insatiable!" she laughed. She pulled me back to her and ground her hips against mine in front of the booming entertainment system, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "I'm not enough for you?" she asked with a hurt tone in her voice. Incestory: Born Lucky "I may be a stripper but I'm not stupid," I told her, "You didn't bring me here for nothin'." I peeled off my top so I was down to my plaid School Girl skirt, and shoes. Eris was already down to her slip and thigh highs. "Am I right?" I asked, knowing the answer already. Eris pressed her giant soft tits into mine and kissed me gently. "Yes," she answered as she ran her fingertips down my body and over my hard nipples, "I brought you here ... for us to share." "Good," I urged, "But I aint exactly free of charge." Never pass up a good score, right? "I think we can arrange something," she sighed, resting her head on my shoulder, "If you insist." Boyfriend shrugged and sipped the wine again. I guess it was time to get down to business. ***************************** "Can I suck his dick?" I asked her. "Ask him!" "Can I suck your dick?" I asked him. He looked over at Eris as if seeking permission, she smiled and nodded. "Cum here," I ordered, dropping to my knees, opening my mouth, and tapping my tongue with a fingertip. "Go on!" Eris urged him. He shrugged and walked around the coffee table, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock in the process. It was a good-sized hunk of meat. I cupped his balls and jerked on him until he was twitching in my hand, precum gathering on the tip. "Nice, huh?" She asked. "Very nice," I acknowledged, running my fingers up and down the thick veins of his penis. "Suck it," Eris said, moving into position behind me so she was face to face with him and I was between them, "I wanna see if you can handle it." "Whatever!" I giggled and swallowed him down. I could feel the heat from her pussy through her panties on my back as she alternately tugged and pushed my head to guide my movements on her boyfriend's cock. They proceeded to kiss passionately above me as I concentrated on trying to suck the cum out of his balls. "Fuck her face," she told him, as she twisted her fingers in my hair and held my head still, "She wants you to cum in her mouth!" Boyfriend moaned and pumped his hips and proceeded to brutally fuck my face ... at least she was conscientious enough to let me up now and then to spit out the precum and saliva that pooled on my tongue onto the glass coffee table before lining me back up with his cock so he could ram it down my throat again. "Cum for me, Baby!" Eris urged him. He moaned and pulled out so that the tip of his cock was just inside the barrier of my lips. He twitched spasmodically and jerked furiously on his shaft, milking it. "I love you, Mommy!" he gasped, reaching up and pulling Eris' face even more forcefully into his lustful kiss with his free hand, just as he let his built up semen go. I looked up in surprise but didn't break stride. Mommy!? Well ... that helped to explain a lot of things ... how can you compete with a guys Mommy when she was as hot as Eris? "Cum in her mouth!" Eris moaned, "I want to see it!" My pussy gushed and I jammed my fingers in it ... fucking myself, fingering myself, completely entranced in a sort of sick pleasure in watching this boy moan his love into his own Mother's lips as he shot his thick saltyloads into my mouth. "That's it!" Eris laughed. I kept my suction up on the little hole on the tip of his penis as he spurted and it flowed in thick hot streams - I pushed it out the sides of my mouth as quickly as I could with my tongue to keep pace with his ejaculations but I just couldn't seem to keep up with the volume. When he was spent, he sat his bare ass down hard on the coffee table; his jeans bunched around his ankles, and put his head in his hands. I braced myself on his knees and continued to struggle to swallow down the cum still coating my tongue and catch my breath again at the same time. "I'm sorry, Mom! I didn't mean to ..., " he stammered to Eris. "Shhhhhhhhh, its okay!" She patted his head condescendingly, "Our little Lilith has been through situations far more awkward than this one, I'm sure!" "You guys have a kid together don't you?" I gasped in realization. Eris knelt down beside us and turned my face up to hers. "We all have our dirty little secrets, don't we?" she asked. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and looked steadily into her eyes. "Yes," I answered, "We do." I stood up and put on my stripper smile, dropping my skirt and pulling aside my panties so my bald cunt was in her Son's face. "Your turn," I announced. I pulled Eris down by her hair so that she was on her hands and knees at her Son's feet, her face in his crotch, his cock twitching only an inch from her lips. "I wanna see you cum in your Mommy's mouth," I informed him, "Can you do that for me?" "Yes," he replied. "Tell Mommy to suck your cock." "Suck my cock, Mommy," he said. She smiled and swallowed him down as thoroughly as I had a few minutes ago. "And you," I looked down at him, and lifted a leg to set my bobby-socked foot down on the coffee table so he had good access to my pussy, "You owe me a few blow jobs." I reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face down to my sopping cunt. He looked up into my eyes and nodded, then obediently began licking my hot little pussy as his Mom proceeded to get to work on his cock. ***************************** "You liked it!" Dad teased my Mom "Just admit it, Slut." Mom looked back at me from the passenger seat of the moving van and the shame in her eyes was obvious. We'd gotten out of town in a hurry 'cause we'd conned my Uncle Bob into letting us stay with him for a few days, fucked him, and then cleaned out his house while he was passed out. Dad said it was time to move on to greener pastures ... I wasn't happy about it but what could I do? It was his idea to fuck over my Uncle - I couldn't figure why he'd want us to burn our bridges like that but I wasn't going to waist too much time worrying about it. I didn't feel bad about it at all really. Bob was a dickhead anyway. "I fucked my sister once," Dad informed us, "She didn't like it too much but I gotta tell you ... it was the best nut I ever got." "Fuck you," Mom spat. "Shit," he said, "you guys did him a favor." "Which sister?" Mom asked, as if it mattered. "The one I fucked," he replied with a smirk, "Don't worry your pretty little head, Darlin' that was a long time ago." I didn't know anything about anything they were talking about but it really didn't shock me. "Asshole!" Dad looked back at me and grinned, ignoring her. I gave him the finger. "I'm proud of you, Bitch," he laughed. "I hear you got your Uncle worked up real good. Shit, I always thought he was gay." I'd been feeling sick the last few mornings and the only man to nut in me recently had been my Uncle. "He's not a fag ... he's just always been in love with Mom," I looked at myself in the reflection of the backseat window. "That's 'cause my little Jenna is good at what she does." He looked over at Mom and rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand. She jerked away from his touch. "Go on and be like that," he said, turning the van into a shitty Motel parking lot just shy of the Oklahoma border, "I'm gettin' me somethin' one way or another tonight. All this talkin' about fuckin' my sister is makin' my dick hard." I wondered absently what relation you'd call your kid if he was your Uncle's baby. ***************************** I looked over at Mom but she was asleep ... or at least pretending to be. I seriously doubted that she was, considering the noise that the springs of the dusty old loveseat and Dad were making as he pounded at my asshole. "What are you lookin' at?" he growled, putting his foot on the back of my head and pressing my face so deeply into the dusty cushion that I lost sight of her and suddenly had a hard time breathing. "She aint gonna help you, Bitch!" My ass burned from the friction of his cock pounding mercilessly in and out of my rectum despite the glob of petroleum jelly he'd shoved in it with his fingers when he'd climbed on top of me. "So, tell me," he insisted, "Did your Uncle fuck your ass too?" I knew what he wanted from me. "It hurt so bad, Daddy," I said in a little girl voice. "He made me lick his balls too," I added, it always paid to throw that part in when I could because that was what he liked. "Then he put his big hard cock in my ass." His pace quickened and I moaned into the smelly material to try to encourage him. "He made me lick Mommy's pussy," I whined. "He made me lick his cum out of Mommy's pussy while he fucked my asshole." He thrust as hard as he could then, it hurt like hell, but I smiled through the pain - I knew that it was all downhill from here. "Did you like licking your Mommy's dirty little snatch?" "I liked it, Daddy!" I gasped, pretending to be worked up, "I really really liked the taste of Uncle Bobby's cum too!" He false-started a few times, a few quick jerks, then threw his head back and unleashed his slimy jizz in me. Mom rolled over so her back was to us. I moaned a little louder than normal just to piss her off as Dad drained himself into my colon. He finally took his foot off my head and collapsed on top of me to pant his smelly breath into my face. "Yeah, You dirty little whore," he sighed into my ear, "I got you broke in just right, don't I?" "Yes, Daddy," I acknowledged. I felt him getting stiff again as his cock twitched between my legs. "I'm raggin'," I lied. He rolled me over and set his balls on my chin as he jerked himself back to full mast. "Good! Then you can show me how you licked your Uncle's balls, Bitch," he insisted. ***************************** Trooper Jensen caught us before we made it two miles from the Motel. Dad must've used one of my Uncle's stolen credit cards to rent the room last night ... it was the only explanation ... he was a fucking Idiot. The Trooper was one of Mom's Regulars; I'd seen his cruiser parked behind our trailer on more than one occasion. For some reason, I thought that he would try to get us off the hook - but he didn't. Dad went downtown in handcuffs in the back of a Sheriff's car, the van full of stolen items on a tow truck behind them. Me and Mom ended up sitting on the road behind Trooper Jensen's car in handcuffs. ***************************** Jensen looked my Mother up and down with an expression on his face I didn't like. "So you thought you were just gonna roll out like that?" he asked. "C'mon, Man," Mom whined, "What was I gonna do?" "Get in the car," he ordered, jerking both of us up onto our feet by the cuffs, "both of you." "Ow, Fucker!" Mom spat. Jensen glared at her and pointed at the car. Mom spun around so her back was to Jensen and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. "Get in the fucking car, Eve!" He shoved her from behind and she tossed the cell phone away but made it look like an accident. He didn't notice in any case; some cop he was. I didn't know what she was doing but I'd learned to keep my mouth shut and if she was throwing away her phone when we probably needed it the most, then I was sure she had a reason for doing it. Mom got in the front and I got in the back. ***************************** Jensen's daughter was in the backseat already when I slid in and pulled the door shut. She was handcuffed and battered, her long dirty blonde hair was a mess, her lips were swollen, and her cheekbones were bruised. We'd gone to high school together and I hadn't seen her since. We'd burned a few blunts together at parties and I'd always thought she was kinda cool despite all the rumors about her being a little bit psycho. Last I'd heard; she'd been sent away to some private college after her Mom died. "Jesus, Sara!" I gasped, "Are you okay?" "Shut the fuck up, Whore!" she snapped, her eyes shifted between my Mom and me, "Both you fuckin' trailer park whores!" "No, Bitch!" Jensen snapped as he put on his seatbelt, "You shut the fuck up or I'm gonna beat your ass and fuck you again." "Promises ... promises," she hissed, her eyes blazing at the back of his shaved head. "Holy shit!" I muttered. Mom shot me our look: the quick toss of the head that was our warning signal to use when things got hairy. I didn't know what was up - but she'd never ever been wrong about being in a bad spot before. ***************************** Sara clapped and laughed the whole time Jensen fucked up my Mother. He beat her pretty good and I knew my turn was coming soon - which sucked in a bunch of ways ... the worst being that bruises would cut into your money for at least a week. I could deal with it now that I was expecting it - I just wasn't very happy about it. What I didn't expect was for my Uncle Bob to show up. ***************************** Mom was too busy getting beat up and fucked by Jensen to notice, but Uncle Bob watched intently and without any emotion as the cop abused her. It seemed like hours to me - and I could only imagine how it felt to Mom - but finally, Jensen got down to business and concentrated on fucking her more than hitting her and orgasmed, mercilessly pounding her pelvic bone as he came in her. He collapsed on top of her, his arm over her throat, pressing the wind out of her as he pumped his semen into her. "Help her, Bobby!" I screamed, "He'll kill her ... Motherfuckin' Pig!" "Bobby," Mom cried out in a gasping cough, "I'm sorry!" "Let her up!" Bobby shouted at the Trooper. Jensen let off of her windpipe and rested himself up on his elbows. "I'm sorry, Bobby!" Mom choked out, "Please! I love you!" Her tears were genuine ... she was good with tears. I tried to make myself work the crying bit but I never could get it to look as real as Mom did. "Don't be an Idiot, Bob," Jensen said, climbing off of her, shaking the strings of cum dripping from the end of his fat uncircumcised cock onto her belly, "She's a dirty fucking whore and you know it." "Let me take her home now," Bob insisted. "I'm just getting started," the Trooper protested. Bob looked over at me and then back into his Sister's teary eyes. "Keep Helen then," he offered, "I only want my Sister." "Whatever," Jensen shrugged. "Don't," Mom begged, "Please!" Uncle Bob pulled my Mom up from the floor by her arm and pushed her towards the stairs. "There's a few old robes in the closet at the top of the stairs." Jensen informed him, "Don't be a dumbass and take her out the front door ... pull your car into the garage first." "Do what you want with that one," Uncle Bob said to him, nodding in my direction, "She shoulda been out on her own a long time ago anyway." "I'm pregnant, Uncle Bobby!" I told him - hoping that he'd feel a little pity at least. "So?" he snapped at me. "It's your baby!" He didn't bat an eye, just looked over at Jensen. "Take it easy on her, okay?" "Don't worry," Jensen said, flexing his already bruised fist, "She aint the first pregnant one I've had some fun with." Mom screamed and managed to pull away for a moment, falling to the ground at his feet. "Shut Up!" he shouted and kicked her in the ribs. "Let her scream!" Jensen roared with laughter, "The whole basement is soundproofed!" Uncle Bob grabbed her by the hair, pulled her back up to her feet, and slammed her face first into the wall. "Fuck you, Bobby," she spat blood on his shirt, "You'll never get your money back if I can't fucking work!" "We got the rest of our lives, Jenna," he said, "You aint goin' nowhere." "I can't do the routine without her!" "I'll figure out some other way for you to make me happy then," he said as he dragged her brutally up the stairs by her hair. Jensen looked over at Sara, who sat shackled in chains to a grotesquely Gothic high-backed wooden chair, then at me as I lay strapped by leather restraints to a smooth chrome topped table. "Eeeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe," he said, alternating his pointing finger between his daughter and me. Of course it ended up on me. ***************************** I sucked on my bleeding lips as he fucked me and tried to go somewhere else in my mind ... Mom had taught me that. Her favorite thing was to imagine the things she'd buy with the money. I didn't have that luxury. He slapped my ears making them ring. I tried to think of my childhood but compared to what was happening to me know, that wasn't much of an escape. I felt despair for a moment; I didn't know what I had to look forward to except a lot of pain. Then I thought of her ... the exotic beauty from the club ... and suddenly I was with her and the Russian, wrapped in a soft Chinchilla between two soft warm thighs. I let myself drift further into the fantasy, melt into the two women, sink it to their warm velvet comfort. The thudding of the cop's fists against my skull only as significant to me now as the buzzing of a fly, annoying but tolerable. When he was finished with me, he left me behind Charlie's, dragging me out of his cruiser and dumping me on the slimy concrete between two dumpsters. Blue found me when he came out to smoke a cigarette. ***************************** "What do we do with her?" Delicious asked, her voice sounded like she was speaking through cotton as my hearing had just gradually begun to return in the last hour or so. "Send her to Emiko," Exotic-Woman offered, "She would be safe in Osaka." I suddenly felt sick and doubled over. "Are you alright?" Exotic-Woman asked me, genuine concern in her voice, "Did he hit you in the body too?" "I'm pregnant," I informed her, "that's all." "Ha!" Delicious laughed, "This one is no 'Willow' ... Lady Emiko would want your head." Exotic-Woman laughed with her, the beautiful sound the sweetest thing I'd heard in days though the joke was obviously at my expense. "Where's my Mom?" I asked them though I was sure I knew better than they did. Delicious wrapped me in her Chinchilla and gently guided me into the backseat of Blue's little Italian Spider. "Shush, now," Delicious said, "You've survived. You've done all you can ... let us handle the rest, okay?" She shut the door so I couldn't hear the rest of their conversation. ***************************** Blue's little crappy car seemed to suit him somehow. I looked around trying to get a feel for him, some sense of what kind of person he was. The car was clean. There were no beer cans stuffed under the seat or burn holes in the seats. There were no fast food wrappers or fries on the floorboards. I opened the glove box to find it empty ... other than the normal documents. I shut the glove box and looked out the window to see if he had noticed I was going through his car. He was saying something to the women but looked over as if sensing I was looking at him. I ducked down and mussed with my hair, for some reason I didn't want him to see it all fucked up and I didn't know why I would even care. I peaked out again and he was looking away so I watched intently as he and the two beautiful women conversed. I suddenly felt a sharp pang of jealousy ... I wasn't sure if I was jealous of the two women or of him. My stomach cramped again and the pain was so bad I cringed. I slapped myself in the forehead comically in realization ... like people in movies do when they figure out that they're being an idiot ... I felt my adrenaline rush and my heart rate kicked up a notch. I knew what was triggering my sudden mood swing. I was going to be a mother - that's why Blue suddenly looked so fucking hot to me. ***************************** Blue made a call and they seemed to come to some sort of agreement. Blue returned to the Spider and the two women put me in the Audi with them, the Russian up front and Exotic-Woman in the back with me. Incestory: Born Lucky As we pulled out into traffic, I spun in my seat to see if I could catch one last glimpse of him. "¡Minga!" the Exotic-Woman laughed as she lit a long brown cigarette, "You'll see him again in a few minutes, okay? Besides, we've arranged to set you two up in a condo nearby." "What?" I asked. "He's going to take care of you for a time ... until you are better." "Let me guess ... he's my new pimp now?" She fixed me with steady glare. I knew the look and shut up. "If you ever sell yourself on the street again I will shoot you myself," she promised me, "¿Vos entiendes?" "Voy a hacer lo que quieras," I replied, gazing down at the seat in mock humility. She clapped like the Queen of England, the cigarette dripping ashes onto the seat. "So, you speak Spanish?" "No," I lied, actually Spanish class was the only one I'd ever liked, "It's what I tell my Mexican customers." "Not anymore," she promised, "You work for me ... and it is my duty to see that you are taken care of." "Drop me off anywhere, I'll find my way back." "No." "I need to find my Mom," I told her. "No," she fixed me with a look, "you don't." "Why not?" I asked. She didn't answer. I looked out the window. "You will never see your parents again. Understand?" I looked back at her and forced a smile. "I am your new family," she offered. I felt like I should've wanted to cry then for some reason - but I didn't. "So who are you?" "I own Charlie's," she said, "or rather my family does. You work for me." "So? Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked. "Some people are just born lucky," she stated. "Seriously," I said, "tell me." "You keep your mouth shut, for one, and that is very admirable," she cracked the window and blew the cloud of smoke out, "and I have an interest in you." "So what do you want from me?" I asked, reaching over and taking the cigarette from her, "I can do your friend again if that's what you're looking for." I kinda hoped in a sick way that she was. "That won't be necessary!" She laughed, "For now at least." I puffed the cigarette and could taste the Coke-Ganga mix right off the bat "Don't think we won't call on you again someday," Russian-Woman said, catching my eye in the rearview mirror. "Are you a madam?" I asked Exotic-Woman, "Because I'm no Call Girl ... but I'll do it if you want me to." "No, Dear," she answered with an amused smile, "I'm your Aunt." I froze mid-puff. She reached over and took the cigarette back before I could drop it. "And all you're problems have suddenly vanished," she put the cigarette out in an ashtray. "My Aunt?" I asked in shock. She looked out the window. "Yes," she affirmed. "I don't even know your name," I informed her. "Vivian," she smiled, "Vivian DelToro." She looked at me as if she thought I might recognize the name ... when she realized I didn't, she seemed a little put out about it. "Don't be miffed!" Russian-Woman laughed, "I'm sure the young men still know who you are." Russian-Woman caught my eye in the mirror again and smiled sweetly: "Our lovely Vivian was once a quite famous .... what did they call you? Oh, yes! She was what they called a 'Super Model'. Very famous in fact, especially among our Southern neighbors." "Are we rich?" I asked Vivian. "Very much so," Vivian replied, handing me a cell, "An overseas number is on the speed dial. Call it if anything strange happens." "Define strange," I laughed. "You will know," she replied evenly, "Until then, just keep working and keep your head down." "What about the cop?" I asked. "He won't bother you again," Russian-Woman promised, "We'll see to it." "I guess it's true," I giggled as the high kicked in, "Some people are just born lucky. ***************************** Blue gently rocked his hips against mine in a circular motion, compounding the sensation of his cock sliding back and forth inside me, stimulating my clit, drawing another quick orgasm out of me just as he reached his own plateau. He tensed and released and I quivered, the sensation of him spurting inside of me sending me completely over the edge. I cried out, biting down on his shoulder in my pleasure. When it was done, he rolled off of me and looked at the alarm clock. I wiped at the cum threatening to drip out of me with my fingers to try to keep it from spilling out onto the sheets and glowed from the pleasure of feeling it tingle inside me. He smiled down at me and I smiled back adoringly, gazing into his intense crystal blue eyes. I was grateful for him, he was nice to me, handsome, and had a big fat cock. To top it all off, I hadn't seen a single bill the entire time I'd lived here. He handed me some tissues from the bed stand and sat up. "If you knock me up you gotta marry me," I warned him. He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at me over his shoulder. "If you haven't gotten pregnant by now, I doubt you ever will." "I've got a kid, it's not like I'm not able to ... duuuuuuh!" "So do I," he stated, "So, obviously we can't make one with each other." "What?" I asked suddenly confused, he'd never mentioned having a child of his own before. "It's like that sometimes. Some couples just can't get it to ... happen ... with each other." "I don't believe that!" "Do you know what a Hinnie is?" he asked. "No ... and what the fuck does that have to do with anything?" "What's your name?" he asked me, "Not the one the girls gave you." "What?" I started and sat up on my elbows. It hadn't occurred to me before ... all this time ... he didn't even know my real name ... and I didn't know his. "Your name?" "Helen," I told him. "What's your last name?" "My Dad's last name was Fitzgerald," I said, "I don't know what my Mom's was - they never got married and I forgot it somehow." He smiled and shook his head as if in disbelief. "What's your name?" I asked. "Jaime," he replied. I laid back into the soft pillows and slid the satin sheet over my clit with my fingers to stimulate myself as I watched him dress. "Soooo, Jaime," I drawled, "You wanna try to knock me up again, or what?" He shot me a look that I didn't like: It was a resounding 'NO'. I felt a pain shoot across my chest. I wrapped my arms around myself in surprise. My head swam and I felt like I'd just stepped off of a cliff. He walked across the room to the closet. "What am I to you, then?" I asked, hoping I didn't already know the answer, "We've been seeing each other for like two years now and you haven't even considered marrying me?" Blue shot me another look and instantly my pain shifted to fury ... I knew that look too! "Fuck you!" I spat, "Don't you ever pity me, Motherfucker!" "I'm sorry," he offered weakly, "Really, I know what you're feeling right now! Believe me." He seemed sincere enough but I wasn't buying it. "Oh," I asked incredulously, "Is that a fact?" He didn't say or do anything, just stood there staring into the closet. "How the fuck do you know what I feel?" He turned and looked at me. "Trust me, Princess," He tossed the shirt over the back of the computer desk chair and started scanning the room for his discarded trousers, "You aren't the only fucked up person in the world." He'd taken to calling me Princess lately ... I thought it was cute at first but now the darker connotation started shining through - apparently I annoyed him. "Will you at least tell me before you dump me?" I asked. He stopped short and thought about it for a moment but didn't answer. "You're gonna just disappear on me?" I asked. "You'll never see it coming," he said, "I know I never have." "What about us?" I asked, suddenly anxious, "Me and little Jenna?" "Don't worry," he laughed, "With a friend like my Aunt, you won't ever want for anything ... not anything that money can buy, at least." He held up his ultra-expensive watch and casually tossed it into the waste bin next to the bed to make his point. "Your Aunt?" I asked. "You didn't know?" He smirked, "We're related by marriage. The DelToros are from Buenos Aries; we're from Chicago." "That's a nice watch," I reminded him, "It's an AP isn't it?" "Not quite," he laughed, "but it's worth about 40K ... she's a very good tipper if you treat her right - I'm sure she'll give me another one." It dawned on me what he was implying ... what he meant; he hadn't chosen those words lightly. I felt my heart sink deeper into my chest. "I'm sorry if you're upset about our arrangement, Lilith," he said unconvincingly. Lilith? So, that was it; he knew my real name and still didn't care. It didn't matter to him at all how I may have felt, despite the fact that I'd never been with another man since we'd been together, even when he left on 'Business Trips' and guys offered me the moon and stars just to fuck me for one night. "I really do like you," he admitted, "But, in the end, you're just another job to me." He checked himself in the mirror. "I see." Well, at least I'd tried. "We all have our problems," he said, "things you have no fucking idea about." "Is this my place or yours?" I asked. "Yours," he answered. "Really?" He nodded: "Vivian bought it outright for you - everything's probably automatically paid out of a fund." "Well, in that case," I said, "Get the fuck out and don't ever come back." He nodded again, zipped himself up, and left without saying another word. I lay with my torso draped over the side of the bed for a few minutes before finally summoning the energy to fish the small, casually discarded fortune out of the trash can. If I sold the watch I could get a few things if I needed to. ***************************** Little Jenna suddenly appeared in the bedroom doorway - yawning and wiping her big blue eyes with the back of her arm, besides the eye color she was a miniature version of my Mother; curly hair and all. I held my arms out to her and smiled to urge her to come to me. She'd climbed out of her crib to find me though she'd only just started walking. She smiled brilliantly in return, like only a small child can, and toddled clumsily across the floor to fall into my waiting arms. I pulled her up on the bed, wrapping her in the soft sheets with me, hugging her tightly, kissing the top of her head, enjoying the baby smell of her hair. She grabbed my face in her tiny hands and tried to kiss away the tears that rolled down my cheeks, tears I didn't know were falling, and the first tears I could ever remember crying. My cell rang - the one Vivian had given me. I looked at the number, didn't recognize it, but answered it anyway. "Hello?" "Hey, Baby!" a woman said, "It's Eris!" "Hey, Eris," I answered, surprised that she'd called me - even more surprised that she had this number. I'd never given it out to anyone and the only person to ever call me on it before had been Blue. "I'm off tonight," she said, "I got a couple bottles of wine and I need someone to share it with ... I figured the girls could play together while the grownups hang out." "Sounds nice," I laughed, "Come on over. I'm just off ..." "I know where you live," she stated. "Oh," I said, more to myself than to her, "okay." "We're on the way!" She informed me, "Put on something sexy." Jenna grabbed at the phone so I handed her the watch to distract her for a moment. "Sexy? Like what?" I asked. I listened for a moment but the line was dead ... Eris had already hung up. I carried Jenna to her playpen so I could get in the shower. I let her keep the watch. She laughed and sat down hard on her ass to play with it ... my ruse had worked ... she wasn't concerned that I was upset anymore. ***************************** I watched Eris get fucked by her son. I admired the definition of his chest and rippling stomach muscles as he pumped his hips, the bulge of his biceps as he held tightly to his Mother's thick waist, the solid muscle of his ass bulging each time he flexed to bury his cock in her. The love in his eyes was something I'd never seen in a man's eyes when I got fucked, the pleasure written on his Mother's face something I doubted I'd ever experienced. When he came, he was gentle, kissing her full lips, his fingers tangled in her hair, their hips rolling together as she quickly followed suit, reaching down to pull his tight ass to her so that each of his ejaculations was deep inside her. When they wound down, Eris looked over at me and smiled. "Do you want a turn?" she asked. He pulled off of her and rolled her over; she put her head in her arms on the pillow and her wide ass in the air giving him access to her cum-dripping pussy, and watched me watching her as he slid his still rigid cock into her from behind. "C'mon Lil," she said, "Join us!" I set down the glass of wine on the small table next to my chair, slid into the creaking bed beside her, and took her face in my hands. I admired her black shiny hair - hair that reminded me so much of my Aunt Vivian's. I ran my fingers over the pale skin and tenderly kissed the full pouty lips that reminded me so much of the beautiful Russian woman's. "We'll make it worth your while, I promise," she offered. "What's your name?" I asked her, "Your real name." "Katie," she replied. "What's your last name?" "Fitzgerald," she looked at me quizzically and smiled, "What does it matter?" "Some people are just born lucky," I told her as I gazed into her crystal blue eyes, eyes that reminded me so much of Blue's, and her long thin fingers found their way between my legs.