7 comments/ 89335 views/ 6 favorites Mallory By: Carack_in 1986 had a hot summer. We spent it mostly by the pool, me and my buddies from the rowing team would swim and sit in the sun and listen to music on the deck in my back yard in between trainings. We were 15 that year and we were on a pretty hard training regimen for the under 16 champs that year. We would be on the water at 6:30am five days a week. We pushed ourselves hard and then after cleaning the boats we had a big breakfast and were sent off until the afternoon session in the boat. During the term we would be at school all day, but the rowing season spanned the Summer break so the training kept on and eventually culminated in the Secondary Schools Champs in September. Me and a few buddies, Jeff, George, Sam and Allen, came over to my place most days after the morning training to hang out and swim. The particular day I remember was a Wednesday, somewhere in August, but God it was hot. The guys and I were sitting by the pool talking when my sister, Mallory came home from school. She was 13, nearly 14, and her body was just starting to blossom. The beginnings of full beautiful breasts were growing on her chest and her legs and bum were changing from girlie gangly to rounded and womanly. She had gained a lot of height that year and was actually taller than me at that time. We could see her from the deck through the windows as she moved in the family room. All of the guys turned to watch her walking back and forth in her school uniform; short pleated skirt, white blouse. I had only just started to take any notice of girls, but boys usually talked about things they didn't understand. "God, Phil. Your sister's a fox, dude." Sam said. "Yeah, she's one of the prettiest girls in school." George added. I just tried to ignore them. Soon Mallory came out of the house in her bathing suit. I had never thought about my sister in a sexual way before - Hell, I hadn't thought of many girls in a sexual way at that age - but seeing her budding beautiful body, all long and smooth and tall, walking down those stairs, well I just was stunned. My breath caught in my throat and found myself staring at her. Mallory walked across the deck and down to the pool. As she walked away from us all of our eyes were glued to her ass which moved smoothly as she walked. She stepped up to the deep end of the pool and without hesitation dived in. I could hear Sam and George snickering to each other. Mallory swam back and forth for a while, the guys chatted, but always watching her. I was enjoying watching her as well; she seemed powerful, yet delicate as she moved through the water. Soon she came to the near end and climbed out of the water. Sam jumped up and walked over to her. "Hi, Mal." he said smiling "Can I towel you off?" She just looked confused. "Yeah, baby." George added, "Do you want to come over and sit in my lap?" "Hey guys. Let's be nice." I said. "I just want to help Mallory know what a fine girl she is turning into." Sam said. I stood up and walked over to him. "Sam, please don't talk like that about my sister." "Hey sorry, Phil. Seriously, dude. I won't pinch her ass." Sam moved his hands as if to grope at Mallory's body. She looked scared and without thinking I grabbed Sam by the shoulders, tripped him with my foot and pushed him over one of the deck chairs. I could have just pushed him into the pool, but I pushed him so hard that his head knocked against the wood of the deck with a sickening sound. "Argh!!" Sam roared in pain and fury but I was angrier. I leapt on top of him with my hands around his throat. "You dirty little fuck!" I shouted at him "You keep you hands off my baby sister or I'll break your fucking neck." I pulled him up and little then knocked his head against the deck for emphasis. "You got that fucker??" "Phil, stop it, let him go." Mallory cried. She jumped on my back to try to pull at my arms. Feeling her body touch my bare back made my cock twitch and my ass tighten. I was so distracted by her touching me that I dropped Sam and then stood up. "Are you okay, Mal?" I asked her. "Phil you scared me doing that, your eyes looked like you were crazy." "I just didn't want him to hurt you." "Thanks, Phil, but you could have really hurt him." "I'm sorry, Mal. I'm sorry, Sam. How's you head?" George, Allen and Jeff were picking up Sam. "He'll be alright." Allen said "we'll get him some ice for his head." They sat him down on one of the chairs and soon he had some ice in a bag on the back of his head. Sam seemed okay; he could focus his eyes and talked fine. George drove him home an hour later, but before they left Sam apologized to me. "Hey, Phil. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to touch a nerve. I was just messing around. I wouldn't even ask you sister out without checking with you first." "It's alright, Sam. I got a little carried away." It was right at that moment that I forced myself to analyze my feelings. Had I acted as a protective brother, or a jealous admirer? I didn't know, but that was enough in itself to scare me. They guys didn't come over to hang out at the pool anymore after that. Allen and I still went to the gym sometimes. We never talked about that afternoon but when we lost the finals in the under 16 champs it was me who was taken behind the shed and beaten by the rest of the team. I was bruised and sore for a week and had to make up some story about falling down some retaining wall to explain my wounds. About two years later Mallory started dating and it started to burn me up. My dad was always suspicious of the guys she went out with, but I would occasionally follow her and her dates to make sure that they were honest. Before the end of that year I was so tortured with jealousy that I enrolled in an out of state college so I would be out of the house before Mallory became sexually active. The idea of anyone fucking her drove me crazy. I knew that she would eventually sleep with one of these jerks and rather than crying myself to sleep or breaking open my knuckles punching walls, I went somewhere I could pretend it wasn't happening. We talked on the phone from time to time over the next couple of years, but I always kept it brief and distant. Then before I knew it, ten years had passed. We had both graduated from college and I had been working as an engineer in Las Vegas for a few years now. I hardly ever went home, to my mother's despair, but they came and visited me. Some times Mallory came too, but usually not. She was working in an art gallery. She painted her own paintings too. She had yet to sell anything. One cold, windy evening I got a phone call. "Hi, Phil." said the voice on the line. "I can't quite hear you. Who is this?" "Phil, it's me, Mallory." "Shit, Mal! Where are you, sounds like a storm?" "Yeah, I'm at the airport." "What, McCarran? You're here?" "Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't call you before I left. It was all in a bit of a rush. Could you come and pick me up." I drove to the airport and found her. God, she was beautiful, even travel weary on a stormy night. She was tall and thin, long smooth legs in tight jeans ending in high-heal sandals, soft flower pattern blouse blowing in the wind, long brown hair in loose curls. She climbed in the car with only her carryon suitcase. "Fuck, Phil. Why is it so cold in Vegas?" "Because it is winter, Mal. It snowed last Christmas." "I'm so sorry to drop in on you like this. I had a bit of a crisis." "What happened? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm alright, just shaken up." she paused for a moment, watching the lights streak past the car. "Henry, um, well... Henry made an inappropriate suggestion." "Henry the gallery owner." "Yeah, so I might not have a job to go back to after I rejected him." "Well, fuck. He can't do that." "I know, I don't want to fight him. I don't know if I want to work with him after this." We drove in silence for a while. The tires hummed as they rode the freeway. "You can stay for as long as you like, sis, 'till you know what you are going to do." Mallory leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, bro. You saved my life." I didn't say anything more, just savored the feel of that kiss, soft and wet, on my cheek. Back at the apartment I fixed us a late dinner. Mallory sat looking out the window. We were high up but facing out into the desert. The mountains had a little dusting of snow that glowed in the moonlight. The stars were bright and clear. It was hot inside the apartment. There was a fire roaring and the central heating was turned up high to ward off the winter outside. "Phil? Are you the only one here?" "Yeah, just lonesome me." "Is there no one special in your life? No girl?" "No." I replied flatly. "No boy?" "What? No!" "Oh, Mom and I were taking bets if you were gay. You never seemed that interested in girls at school." "I haven't been home since I was 17. What would mom know?" "Even by 17 you should have been dating." I didn't say anything for a moment. "I have been sort of saving myself for someone." I eventually replied softly. "You're not a virgin are you?" "No. There were a few girls at college, and a few since. But none long lasting. They just didn't compare with my... expectations." "Are you comparing them to Mom? I hear a bit of Freudian confusion there." she smiled. Good lord, she was beautiful when she smiled. "No." I laughed "Not, Mom. Not quite." We sat beside each other and ate on the sofa watching TV. When we had finished eating, Mallory turned to me and gently stroked my cheek. "You look sad, Phil. What's wrong?" I looked at her for a moment then suddenly stood up and walked to the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me. Mallory came up to the door and knocked gently. "Phil, what's wrong?" I bit on my knuckle. "Are you okay?" "Please." I sobbed "Please leave me for a while." Mallory opened the door and came in. I was sitting on the floor with tears streaming down my face. Mal came and sat next to me and held me tight. I sobbed openly now, letting her hold me. She kissed my cheek and cooed. I turned my head a little and kissed her cheek back. Just a little peck. Then another, longer, deeper kiss. Then one on her neck. Then one on the corner of her mouth. I pulled away from her suddenly and stood up. I went to the basin and washed my face. "I am in love, Mal." I said to her reflection "I am deeply and forever in love with a woman who could not have me. That is why I live alone, that is why I am unavailable to other women, and that is why I am crying now." Mal stood up and hugged me from behind. I was reminded of that day, the day I fell in love, when Mal jumped on my back to stop me from killing Sam. "Oh, Phil. I'm sorry, its hard having that kind of love. You just have to give it time." That made me laugh. "Is it anyone I know?" Mal asked. I nodded. "Really? Wow, can you tell me who?" I looked at my reflection, then at her face by my shoulder in the mirror. I turned around slowly then hugged her, kissed her cheek and whispered, with my lips right by her ear. "It's you." Mallory pulled away so she could look me right in the eye. She looked puzzled, like maybe she hadn't heard me right. I nodded to confirm that she had. She dropped her arms and walked back into the living room. "Mal, I'm sorry, I know you have just had a traumatic experience, and I had no right to lay this on you, but I feel it and its real. I'm so sorry. You can stay at a hotel, or you can stay here and I'll go to a hotel, or..." Suddenly Mal stopped walking away from me and turned back to me. She stepped towards me quickly, forcefully taking me in her arms and kissed me powerfully and madly on the lips. I responded in kind, opening my mouth to let her explore me with her tongue. She tasted sweet and tangy, like a delicious exotic fruit. I licked her tongue and her lips, holding her tight. She pushed against me so hard that I had to step back and soon I was against a wall. Mal ground her body against me, pressing her crotch against my growing erection. I moved my hands to feel her wonderful breasts, full and soft B-cups. She wasn't wearing a bar. I kneaded her breasts though her blouse delighted to have finally touched them. Then suddenly I stopped and pushed her off me. "Mal, we can't do this." "Why, Phil." she kissed me "You want to. I can feel your cock wanting me." "Yes, but I don't think you want me. I think you need a comfort fuck and you have found a willing partner." "Hey, honey! If I just wanted to get laid, do you think I would have any difficulty?" she stood back and demonstrated her wonderful body. "That doesn't change that you are not thinking right." Mal slowed for a moment. She looked me in the eye, then she took my hand and led me to the sofa. We sat down next to each other. She was breathing hard and looking out the window. "Henry didn't' do anything that bad. He asked me to suck his cock after a show this weekend when we were both drunk. I wasn't necessarily offended, just uncomfortable working with someone who finds me attractive." "You are going to always have that problem, Mal." She laughed. "Do you want me to leave you alone?" I asked. "No!" she turned to me "Phil..." "Yes?" "I want..." I waited, holding her hand. "I want to make love to you. I really do. I have thought about it and I want you. I need you. I think I always have." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My breath came in short shudders. "I need a shower." Mal said. She stood up and gave me a kiss. "Why don't you go and wait for me in the bedroom." She went into the bathroom and started the water running. I went into the bedroom and turned the covers down. I was floating in a state of surrealism. The light seemed too bright and streaked my vision, the cloth of the bed sheets felt strange in my hands, like the paper of church hymnals. I saw everything as if from a great distance and I had to keep reminding myself to keep breathing. I went back out into the living room. The bathroom door was open and steam billowed out into the room. I could hear Mal washing her body in there. I went over to the kitchen counter and picked up the phone. It was well past midnight but I called my mother anyway. "Hi, honey, is everything okay." Mom had my number on caller ID. "Hi, Mom. Mal's here." "I knew she was going to stay somewhere for a few nights. Something weird happened with that gallery guy." "Yeah, Mal's a little confused about that. I just wanted you to know she arrived safely." "Thanks, love. You take good care of her, okay?" "I will Mom." I stroked my cock through my pants. "I love you, Mom" "Love you, baby." and she hung up. Mal was still in the shower. I walked over to the door and looked in. The curtain was pulled across and I could still hear Mal moving about on the other side. Her clothes were on the floor in a pile. It felt good being this close to her, while she was naked. I moved inside the bathroom and leant against the wall listening, and watching. Then I noticed that the curtain was not pulled all the way across. I moved along the wall a little to look inside. In all the years that we lived together I never spied on my sister. I felt that would have betrayed her to some extent. I moved further along the wall and closer to the end. I could see a leg. Mal had her left leg up on the foot rest and she was shaving her leg. First she soaped it up, running her hands along her long, thin shapely leg. Then she ran the razor, my razor, along the length of her leg. It was beautiful to watch. Up her shin, gently over her knee, up her thigh. The rest of her body was hidden behind the curtain. I moved slowly further along until I could see her shoulder, her buttocks, her tits hanging down as she leant over. Then her face. She saw me watching her and she smiled. She put her foot down and stood to face me. She had shaved her pussy hair into a little strip just above her slit. Her belly was gently curved and her breasts sat beautifully on her chest. She was a model of perfection and I was so glad that she looked even more beautiful in the flesh than in my dreams. "Come here." she said and she leant towards me. I stepped forward and she put a wet hand behind my head and kissed me deeply. Her wet face was hot against my cheek. "I'll see you in a moment, Phil." I went back to leaning against the wall. "I called Mom to say that you had arrived safely." "Good, thank you." I walked back slowly to the bedroom and sat on the end of the bed. My hands were shaking and my throat was tight. The water turned off and I turned to watch the door. I could see the door to the bathroom across the living room and soon Mallory was walking towards me. She had wrapped a towel around her and her hair was dripping wet. She seemed to float across the room in slow motion. It was like a dream. As I watched her my mouth dried up, I tried to swallow but found that I couldn't. Mal finally arrived in the bedroom and she closed the door. "You look scared, Phil." she said. "I'm nervous." I admitted, "I am worried about what Dad would think of us." "He would want us to be happy." "You're not playing with me, Mal, are you?" "Phil, baby, I love you. You know that I do. I would never do anything to hurt you." She looked at me with deep concern in her eyes. "If I had not wanted this, I would have left." she said with deep sincerity "Phil, let me love you." She knelt on the bed and holding my head, she kissed me. I lost myself in that kiss, pressing against her, needing and wanting her. She finally disengaged and then shuffled down to kneel between my legs. She ran her hand over my hard cock and felt my balls though my pants. I kicked off my shoes. Mal slowly loosened my belt and undid my fly. Time slowed down until it crawled along - I had dreamed of revealing my cock to Mal so many times, I had wondered if she would have been impressed or not. Slowly she put her hand inside my shorts. "Ah!" I cried out as she touched me. I felt electric sparks running up my body. She pulled my shorts down and released my throbbing cock. Soon my pants and shorts were on the floor. I undid my shirt. Mal gazed upon my cock as it strained upwards, full of desire. The head was coated in pre-cum and she put out a finger to touch the slimy ooze. She swirled her fingertip over my sensitive cock head and marveled at the slippery feeling. "You have a beautiful cock, Phil." she whispered. I smiled at her and she opened her mouth and totally engulfed the tip of my cock. "Argh! Oh! Oh, God, sis, wow! Oh, that's good." She softly sucked on my manhood sliding the shaft in and out of her mouth. The sensation was indescribable. But more than that it felt better than any other head I had got, because it was her, my sister, the woman of my dreams. Suddenly I pushed her off me. I picked her up and threw her on the bed. I pulled the towel off her and dove in between her legs. I stuck my tongue into her soft velvety folds. She was quite turned on already. Her inner labia were red and engorged and her hole was wet and slippery with her sweet juices. I sucked on her clit and introduced a finger to her sopping love tunnel. I sucked vigorously on Mal's clit and flicked it madly with my tongue. I crooked my finger and stroked the inside of her tunnel to an obviously positive response from her. Mallorie bucked and thrashed, all the while moaning in delight and pleasure. She grabbed the bed sheets and pulled at them vigorously. She took hold of my hair and tugged on it as she rose in ecstasy. "Oh my God, Phil. You work magic with you tongue. OH YEAH! Yeah I love it when you suck on my clit like that. Oh, keep doing it. I'm going to cum. I can't believe it; I'm going to cum, Phil. Oh, oh, oh! OHHHHHHHH! Arh!" Mallory and her Achilles Heel I stepped out of the shower, happy and relieved that I was at last spotlessly clean. It was the third time I'd showered today. Wrapping a towel around me I walked back into the bedroom. A quick glance at the bedside clock confirmed what I already knew. It was almost time. I just had one last thing to do. I shrugged off the towel, letting it fall to the floor and caught a glance of myself in the mirror. I ran my hands over my large breasts, my fingers catching on my swollen, erect nipples. I could feel the build up of heat between my legs and sensed that the nervous tension formed by a mix of fear and euphoria was already building inside my body. I had never felt more alive than I did at this moment and didn't know why. I put on my suspender belt and opened the packet that contained my brand new pair of stockings. I reached for the phone. With trembling fingers I punched in my husband's number and put the phone on loudspeaker. As I smoothed the stockings up my toned, curvy legs my thoughts drifted. Nearly fifteen years had passed since I'd hidden away those hateful memories. I had lodged them in the deepest recesses of my mind determined they would never escape. I'd thought if I kept them subdued and suppressed enough I would eventually forget them. But a few brief hours ago it had all unravelled. The dam was broken and I could remember everything like it was yesterday. And it seemed there was no going back. It all began not long after I'd turned eighteen ... * * * * * It was a normal school day. Normal that is until the lights went out. "Okay everyone, settle down please." Mrs Wilson's shrill voice cut through the general hubbub of unease, quietening the class in an instant. As a teacher of long standing she was revered by all her pupils. Nobody messed with Mrs Wilson, she was old school. "It looks like we've lost power." She looked over to the nearest pupil. "Danny, can you go and see what's happening please. Thank you." "Okay people, take your seats and lets have a bit of hush until we find out what's going on." I took my seat and looked over at my friend Tori and smiled. The class sat in silence until Danny returned. "So Danny, what's the verdict?" Mrs Wilson asked as he walked back into the room. * * * I said goodbye to Tori and turned down the road towards my house. I was ecstatic, as was the whole school. The power outage was complete, everything was down with no hope of reconnection anytime soon so the decision had been made to send everyone home. Where we live is regarded as being very up market. Every house in our gated community is supposedly worth in excess of $10 million. So I suppose you could say we're wealthy. Well Mom and Dad are. They're Clint and Meredith Eastwood. I'm their only child, Mallory Eastwood and I've just turned eighteen. And before you ask, no my Dad is not THAT Clint Eastwood. He's younger for one thing, only forty four years old and not remotely like him at all! Mom's thirty eight years of age, so she had me when she was barely twenty. I couldn't imagine having a child myself in two years time. No way. Dad had a job first before he decided he'd be better off going back to college and getting a business degree. That's where he met Mom. She never graduated and I'll leave you to work out the math as to why she never did. But having me didn't hold them back. Dad worked hard and then made his fortune when he took over a failing hotel chain and transformed it into one of the biggest and best in the country. He says he was lucky and happened to be in the right place at the right time. I say we make our own luck in life although I guess having a famous namesake didn't do him much harm either. He's always busy and most times he's in another state checking on the hotels to make sure each one of them is up to scratch and running smoothly. He had this idea that he should be more hands on and actually work alongside his employees from time to time to see first hand what they put up with on a day to day basis. He seems to get a lot out of it and his workforce love that he's willing to muck in with them. He's a popular boss. It's hard on Mom but she never seems to complain and keeps busy while he's away. She's on several charity boards as well as being a committee member of a particular social welfare program. Dad made a big point of encouraging her to join the committee of that one, especially as he said it was a subject close to his heart. He came from humble beginnings and has never forgotten that fact. He said he wanted to help those people who are less fortunate than us. The program is designed for people who have been made homeless or are down on their luck and can't get work for one reason or another. It's to help them get back on their feet and back into the workplace. He even went so far as to employ one himself. Ed Harris is his name and he's been our gardener for a year or so now. Personally he gives me the creeps. It's the way he looks at me. It's like he's undressing me with his eyes as he runs his gaze up and down my body. And when he does he makes a point of deliberately licking his lips before blowing me a kiss and then grinning at me. Yuck, it's disgusting! And not only that he's also really ugly and smells! I guess his age is around fifty something but it's hard to tell. He just looks really old and he doesn't shave very often or wash his hair for that matter. I would love it if Dad would fire him but that's never going to happen. His perving over me started soon after he started working for us. It was little things to start off with, nothing serious. If I walked past him he would stop doing whatever it was and stand and stare at me. But then it got worse. He would then play with his crotch, blatantly rubbing it with his hand before thrusting out his hips as if to simulate the act of sex. I know I'm considered a late bloomer. I was still a flat chested tomboy at sixteen and had no interest in boys and sex and all that other stuff that most girls of that age seem to be into. But all that started to change as my breasts grew. Even with my fairly sheltered upbringing I knew what he was trying to signify. I'm not that naive. As I approached my eighteenth birthday it got progressively worse as he ramped up his ogling of my body. I'm in the school cheer-leading squad and we'd been practising hard for an upcoming competition. There was one day I'd come home in my outfit and carried on doing some basic exercises along with dry running through the whole routine, trying to embed it in my memory. The next thing I see is Ed clicking away with a camera and the camera has a telephoto lens on it. God knows where he'd got them from seeing as how he was supposed to have no money. They were probably stolen. Anyway he made no attempt to hide that he was getting close up shots of my boobs and legs and my ass. But what sealed it was when he lay down on the grass and was clearly trying to take pictures of my panties under my skirt. Before I ran back into the house I called over to him to stop what he was doing. He just laughed at me, told me I was hot and he couldn't wait until I turned eighteen. Obviously I was incensed and told him impolitely where to go but he just laughed at me again. Later when I told my Mom she made light of it and told me to ignore him. She said he was just an old goat and he would more than likely stop bugging me if I didn't react to his taunts. I didn't know what Mom meant by that term and I admit her scant advice surprised me a little but I put it down to the fact Ed had been employed by Dad through the social program she was a committee member of and she didn't want to cause him any problems. Now my Dad's quite handsome but my Mom is drop dead gorgeous. She really is a very beautiful woman and people say I've inherited her good looks. Mom also has what I've heard referred to as a voluptuous figure, which apparently is large breasts, narrow waist, wide hips and a full round ass. I think maybe I've inherited most of her body too although I'm not that voluptuous. After my slow start I've now got large, heavy breasts, which do tend to get in the way a bit when I'm doing my cheer-leading routines. I've had them measured and they are presently 32DD and apparently still growing. I've a fairly narrow waist as well but my hips and ass are regulation size. My thighs however are quite curvy and they're certainly toned. I think they're my best feature. I suppose I'm your typical senior high school, cheer-leading teenager with long blonde hair and blue eyes. And I suppose you could say I'm popular with the boys now, although I've never done ... well you know! Anyway, that afternoon after being let out early from school I arrived home to find the house was empty. I was surprised as Mom's car was parked in the driveway so she couldn't have been out anywhere. I called out for her but got no response. I went through every room before heading up the stairs. All the bedrooms were empty too. Whilst I was up there I got changed into some casual clothes and as I went to go downstairs I glanced out the window. We have a lot of land with our house but from my bedroom window I can see the gardener's shed. Well you can't really miss it as it's so big. I could see that the door to the shed was open and I could see a jacket hung on the door handle. The thing was, even from this distance it looked like one of Mom's designer jackets. Most odd. I descended the stairs and went outside. As I got nearer to the shed I could see my first impression had been right. It was Mom's jacket. And then I heard voices. "Mom, are you there?" I tentatively called out as I slowed my approach. I edged nearer. I could distinctly hear muffled voices coming out of the shed now. "I said get off me!" I jerked back in surprise. There was no mistaking the sound of Mom's voice and it sounded like she was in distress. I moved purposefully towards the open door. "Ohhhh ... fuuucckkk ... don't do that to me!" That stopped me dead in my tracks. There was something altogether different about Mom's voice now. Dare I say there even seemed to be a hint of breathlessness about it. "You like that don't you, you dirty bitch!" My eyes opened wide as I recognised the unmistakable voice of our gardener Ed Harris. "Ohhhh ... fuuucckk ... yeess." Mom's voice was decidedly breathy now. I was struggling to comprehend what I was hearing. My whole body was trembling as I peeked around the door and into the shed. And then I wished I hadn't bothered. Mom was dressed to the nines. All her outfits are expensive but she was wearing what looked like her best going out clothes. I knew for a fact that the dress she was wearing cost her $5,000 but it was presently hitched up around her waist. This gave me the opportunity to see she was wearing stockings and suspenders and a pair of expensive stiletto heels. "Mom?" I tried to speak but the word just died before I could say it. I watched in open mouthed horror at the sight before me. My beautiful mother was laying on her back on top of a filthy work bench. I could clearly see bits of earth and compost strewn all over it. Her long slender legs were dangling over the edge of the bench and were spread wide. Hanging from one of her feet, caught by the strap of her shoe was what looked to be her lace panties. And standing between her legs was Ed Harris. His stained and soiled work trousers were pooled around his ankles along with what looked like a pair of dirty grey briefs. I guess they could have been white once upon a time. I could just about make out that he had his hand at the top of her legs and was rubbing it furiously into her. Mom was now moaning and groaning and urging him on. I'd never heard her swear so much and I didn't like it. "Tell me how much you want this Mrs Eastwood," Ed said to my Mom. "Ohhh ... nooo ... you're a bastard ... ohhh fuuucckk ... and you disgust me ... you fucking cunt ... ooooooo," I could tell Mom's breathing was distinctly ragged. Ed just laughed at her. He must have squeezed her breasts hard because I saw Mom visibly rise up off the bench as she squealed in what I took to be great pain. "Ohhh ... yeess ... do it again," Mom shrieked. Obviously not then! "Come on Mrs Eastwood ... tell me you want me to fuck you ... you'll not get it until you beg for it." Ed continued to thrust his fingers into Mom. "Fuck ... I want ... I want you ... to fuck me," Mom stammered as she thrust her hips down. I could see her legs were shaking rapidly now and Ed's hand was a blur. It was as if she was having a fit. "Pleeaassee ... fuck me ... you bastard ... pleeaasse." "I can't hear you Meredith!" He spat Mom's name out. "You haven't said the magic word yet." "Okay ... I'm begging ... you ... put it ... fuuuck me ... in ... pleeaasse." Mom's whole body was shaking now. I could feel tears of shame welling up in my eyes. The tears of shame my Mom should have been shedding. But she just screamed as Ed presumably shoved his cock inside her pussy. You see, I know dirty words too. I watched mesmerised as Ed took my mother and fucked her. It would strike me later that he rutted her like an animal. There was no sense of compassion, no tenderness, no love, just hard core sex. And judging by Mom's vocal reactions she was loving it. I could smell Ed's disgusting stench from where I was, so how Mom was managing to put up with it I didn't know. I felt I was going to be sick, my stomach was churning and I could taste the bile as it rose up my throat. I finally dragged myself backwards but in my haste to get away stumbled slightly and banged into the door. It creaked loudly and Mom's designer jacket fell off the door handle. I stood frozen to the spot. Through the crack between the frame and the door I saw Ed turn. I saw a sick grin appear on his face. He'd seen me! I watched as he turned back and thrust even harder into Mom who just screamed even more. I ran back to the house, stumbling and staggering in my desire to get away, the tears already coursing down my cheeks from the shame and the guilt. How could I even look at my Mom again after what I'd just witnessed? Why was she letting our filthy, disgusting, smelly pervert of a gardener fuck her? How could she be cheating on my Dad, especially with him. And what about Dad, should I tell him what I'd seen? I rushed upstairs and made it to my bathroom just in time to empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Staggering back into my bedroom I threw myself on the bed, buried my face into the pillow and cried myself to sleep. It was dark when I awoke. Mom had obviously been in and found me because I now had a blanket over me. The memory of Mom laid on her back with Ed stood between her legs and fucking her came flooding back. I got up, retched and staggered back into the bathroom and threw up again. This time it hurt. It was all bile. I drank a glass of water and crawled back into bed. Sleep came to me eventually. The following morning, Mom came looking for me. I was still in bed. There was no way I was going to school today. "Are you okay honey?" she asked. She did look concerned. "No," I answered coldly. "Do you want me to get the doctor out to you?" "No thanks." "What's the matter sweety, you don't seem right," Mom said, "is there something bothering you?" God I SO wanted to say something! How about, I saw you fucking the gardener yesterday! "No, I'm fine, I just feel a little bit sick, that's all." "Okay sweety. Well if you want anything, just let me know." She put her hand on my forehead. "You do feel a little clammy so I think it's best if you stop off school. I'll call them and tell them you won't be in today." She moved away from the bed and I saw she was dressed in her smart going out at night clothes. They were eerily similar to the clothes she was wearing yesterday afternoon. "Mom, why are you wearing those clothes?" I asked. I felt my stomach churn over. "No reason," she replied lightly. "I was just trying them on to see if they still fit. Your father's taking me to a charity fund raiser when he gets back, that's all." She was almost at my bedroom door now. The lie seemed to trip off her tongue so easily that it was almost believable. It would explain the dress but not the stockings and high heels. "Mom ..." I paused as I persuaded myself to say the next words, "... do you still love Dad?" That stopped her dead in her tracks. She turned slowly and looked at me closely. "Of course I do sweety. What a strange think to ask!" I could see the surprised look on her face and the slightly bemused smile on her lips. "Why are you asking me such a question?" "No reason," I shrugged. "Right I've got to get on. I've got a charity board meeting later. Are you going to be alright here on your own?" "Yes Mom, I'll be fine," I answered. I watched as Mom went downstairs. I waited a while and then got out of bed to look out the window. I was just in time to see mom approaching the garden shed. She paused at the shed door and then I saw Ed Harris come out to stand in front of her. She was obviously telling him something and I thought, judging by his body language, it wasn't something he was particularly enamoured with. He went back inside the shed as Mom turned sharply on her heels and came back towards the house, looking up at my window as she did. I managed to duck behind the curtain just in time. Dad returned from his trip a couple of days later and Mom seemed genuinely pleased to see him. So much so that I heard them having sex not long after he got back in the house. Now that was unusual. Either that or I'd never overheard them before. But then again I had been trying to keep tabs on Mom every waking hour since 'the incident'. I decided that everything was okay in their marriage and that I shouldn't confront Mom or tell Dad what I had witnessed. Let sleeping dogs lie was my thoughts on the subject. Unfortunately this didn't stop me from time to time thinking about what I had witnessed and I admit that for some inexplicable reason I was curious. But why and what I was curious about I had no idea. it was about a week later that I returned home from school to find the house empty and no cars in the garage. Even Ed's old truck was gone. We'd finished off the day with yet another practice session for the competition so I was still wearing my cheerleaders outfit. I don't know what prompted me but I found myself drawn towards the gardener's shed. There was no pre thought out plan of action and I certainly had no clue as to what I thought I was going to find in there. All I did have was an overwhelmingly perverse desire to see close up the exact spot my mom had let the gardener fuck her. I cautiously crept into the shed through the open door. I could scarcely breathe and then realised I was holding my breath. I exhaled and stupidly giggled to myself in nervous relief. I approached the bench. If I was expecting there to be something magical or mystical about it, I was sadly disappointed. It was what it was. A wooden work bench. And it was covered in muck and bits and bobs of gardening crap. "Yeah, it was right there!" The loud voice jolted me and I felt my stomach drop. I knew instantly who was behind me. I turned slowly to face Ed Harris. He was leering at me as his eyes flicked from my body to the bench and back again. "That WAS what you came looking for, wasn't it," he said as he advanced slowly towards me, his smell preceding him. I could see his eyes were fixed on my boobs. I tried to move but my feet failed to respond to my brain's request to start. I swallowed hard as he got nearer to me. "I ... I ..." "What did you expect to see Mallory?" I was shocked. That was the first time he'd ever called me by my name. Mallory and her Achilles Heel "I ... I ..." "Did you think you'd still see the imprint of your Momma's ass on the bench ... huh ... did ya!" He was stood right in front of me now. I was almost gagging, the stench was so bad. He stunk of body odour, his hair was greasy and matted and he hadn't had a shave in weeks judging by the amount of stubble he had on his face. His clothes reeked, but I wasn't sure of what. "But if you look real close ... just here ..." he reached out and pointed a finger at a spot on the edge of the bench, "... you can just make out the imprint of your Momma's hand as she gripped hold of the bench when I fucked her!" I jumped back in revulsion. I hadn't realised that I had leant in to look so closely at what Ed was pointing at. But he'd noticed. "I can see you're intrigued. Maybe it's because you want to get fucked by me as well!" "I most certainly do not!" I retorted angrily. I had rediscovered my voice. "Yeah, sure you do. But don't worry. I'm not about to go to jail for under age sex. Oh no. We'll just have to make do with a fumble instead. I know you'll like it, especially if you're anything like your Momma!" He'd clearly not realised I'd now turned eighteen and without thinking I was about to correct his assumption when his hands closed around my 32DD breasts. My boobs were prominently displayed because of my tight fitting, knitted cheerleader top. He squeezed them hard and luckily my mind became blank before I could reveal this snippet of information. I tried to move but couldn't. I was frozen to the spot as Ed groped and manhandled my breasts. Why was I not moving? What was keeping me stood in front of this smelly and obnoxious man who was now feeling me up pretty good. Now I'm no prude. Even from the age of seventeen, when my boobs finally started to appear I've had boys fondle them. But no-one had done it like Ed was doing it right now. To my shame I could feel myself responding to his manipulations of my large tits as he ran his hands over them, squeezing and massaging them, fondling and playing with them. I could see drool running down from his mouth onto his stubble and the sight revolted me. He was clearly enjoying himself intensely and I could now feel something pressing against my leg. I may still seem to be naive but I know what a cock is. Hot flushes were rushing through my body now in a seemingly never ending torrent. I felt really funny inside. It was a kind of fuzzy, warm feeling that is hard to describe properly. I could sense little pulses of electricity flashing through me, making parts of me tingle and I was aware that something was happening to me down below, between my legs. And then Ed shoved his hand up under my short skirt. As his fingers touched my panties it broke the spell. "Get off me!" I exploded in anger. I hit out at him, battering against his arms with my small fists. "Now, now," he laughed at me, easily batting away my feeble attempts to hurt him. "If you're not careful, you'll hurt yourself!" He forced me back up against the bench, his arms closing tightly around me. I continued to struggle but he held me easily, so easily that he stuck his hand back under my skirt again. I felt his fingers rubbing against my most private of places. No-one had been there before, no-one. Only I had ever touched myself there. I fought back as best I could but he was too strong. The way he had his arms around me meant he could still squeeze one of my big tits whilst the other one went to work down below. The stench of the man was overwhelming. I was making him sweat and that wasn't good at all. What had been absolutely and disgustingly revolting had now gotten a whole lot worse. That was until he tried to kiss me. I nearly threw up as his breath hit me. He was persistent but I managed to keep my lips away from his by letting him get better access to my pussy. Not that it was a fair trade off as my stance had already shifted moments before. I hadn't deliberately moved, it just happened of it's own free will. His fingers were tracing the outline of my pussy lips as he rubbed along them. I could feel myself that they were considerably bigger than earlier. It was too much to take and I was done. Trying to keep his lips off me, trying to get his hands off my boobs, trying to free myself from his vice like grip, something had to give. I offered very little resistance as his fingers slipped under my cotton panties and entered my slick virgin pussy. "Ohh fuuucckk ..." I growled in pleasurable pain as he jammed two thick, gnarled fingers inside me at the same time. I stopped fighting as I concentrated on what he was doing to me. He relaxed his grip when he realised I was no longer battling against him. He pushed me back up against the bench again and as I straightened up he took a pace back. The only contact he had with me now was his two fingers that were firmly embedded deep inside my sopping wet pussy. He looked deep into my eyes, holding them in his unblinking gaze as he thrust upwards, lifting me up onto my toes. I moaned loudly as he repeated this action, curling his fingers as he rammed them up inside my pussy again and again. His hand was now a blur and it dawned on me that this was what I had seen him do to Mom. His other hand came up to maul at my breasts. And I moaned louder. I'd never had an orgasm before. Well not one anything like this. I felt my whole body begin to shudder to be followed almost immediately by a hot wave of pleasure that was so intense that I felt I was going to pee myself. My blood felt like it was boiling inside of me as I got hotter and hotter. I cried out as I exploded and I could feel large amounts of liquid gush from my pussy to cascade down onto my bare legs. I had no idea what had happened or what it was. The aftershocks coursed through my body, each one slightly less intense than the last. The gardener took the opportunity to kiss me and before I realised what I was doing his tongue was in my mouth and I was kissing him back. I rubbed my body against his, pushing my large breasts into his welcoming hands. But as my massive orgasm receded the reality of my situation hit home. I screamed bloody blue murder and pushing Ed away ran for the door. He made no attempt to come after me. I sprinted across the grass towards the sanctuary of our house, my cheeks flushed bright red from the shame and disgust and self loathing. I choked back the tears until I was safely locked inside the house and I was in the shower in my bathroom. I wept for what I had done. I showered, the water almost too hot to bear as I tried to wash his smell off me. And I wept some more as a reality dawned on me. * * * I never told Mom or Dad what had happened that day and I kept out of the way of Ed from then on. It never occurred to me at the time that I should have reported his actions to the police. I suppose I thought I was protecting Dad and his social program. I don't know. I can recall that a few weeks later things got a little bit strained between Mom and Dad. They didn't seem to be talking a whole lot to each other and when they did it seemed clipped and forced. He also cancelled a couple of business trips away, which was definitely unusual. Ed Harris disappeared around the same time. Dad told me he'd left but I reckon he fired him. I'd already worked out that Dad must have found out about Mom and Ed, or maybe she'd confessed. Either way things were really uncomfortable for quite a long time. In fact I don't think their relationship ever got better. * * * * * As I said earlier, I buried away my memories of that god awful time. I guess maybe I should have had some therapy. It might have helped me. Anyway, I saw out my final year of high school. We won the Regional Cheer-leading Championship that year, which was a great way to end my high school days. It proved that hard work and dedication and loads of practice can pay off. And then I went to College. Now normally you would expect me to tell you that I met a guy at college and we married straight after graduation. But I didn't. Sure I dated quite a few guys. I even had sex with a few of them, although never enough to earn a reputation. When I graduated I had no real idea what I wanted to do so while I was making my mind up, Dad let me go work for him. I asked to start at the bottom. I didn't want any special treatment. He told me he was glad I'd said that because that's exactly where he was going to start me anyway. To my surprise I really enjoyed it. It was great to work for my Dad and he taught me so much. After a few years of working my way through every possible department of his empire he put me on the board of directors. Under his guidance I invested large chunks of my generous salary into property and that combined with dividends, stock options and shares eventually made me a millionaire in my own right. Well on paper I was. I was now twenty nine years of age and on top of the world. I had everything. Everything except someone to share it with. I wasn't married and I realised that I wanted to be. Of course I'd dated but everyone knew who I was and seemed to be more interested in my money than me as a person. Plus no-one matched up to my Dad. That was until Hunter Foxworth III entered my life. Hunter was a magnificent specimen of a man. He had the physique and frame of a linebacker, a shock of blond hair and the chiselled good looks of a film star. He was regarded by the female population as sex on legs! We met by chance at a charity fund raiser. Mom and Dad still went to a whole host of these and had taken to dragging me along too. I'd not been in any kind of relationship for over a year. Hunter it seemed had just ditched his latest paramour. He'd had the same problem with gold diggers as I'd had. The attraction was fairly instantaneous and we were married within six months. The press, especially the tabloids and the gossip rags hailed us as a match made in heaven. According to them we were the golden couple, envied and admired by everyone. One even went so far as to proclaim that we were so glamorous that we were probably the best looking couple on the planet. We apparently had it all. And I suppose we did. Hunter was a multi-millionaire in his own right as well. We were invited to all the best parties, seen at all the best events. The public's perception was that all our friends were celebrities and high profile men and women of business although that wasn't altogether true. My best friend was still Tori from my high school days. I loved Hunter. Not only was he ruggedly good looking, he was also a lovely, generous, compassionate man. He also had a fairly big cock and he certainly knew how to use it. We fucked a lot, we made love a lot. There was nothing we didn't do between the sheets. He was everything I'd ever wanted in a man. I was the luckiest woman in the world. By this time I had also blossomed. Like my mother before me I now had a voluptuous, hour glass body shape. One year I'd even been voted as one of the best looking women in the world by the readers of a popular magazine. I could afford the best makeup and the best clothes and shoes but I tried not to flaunt it. But the magazines made it hard for us. We were pursued and photographed relentlessly by the paparazzi who didn't care where we were or what we were doing. Some incredibly revealing photos came out one time with me and Hunter in various stages of undress. God knows how they got the pictures. The photos showed most of my now considerable 34EE breasts, which perch high on my chest with no sag despite their size. Unfortunately due to the fabric of my bikini top my large nipples were also clearly on view. And as if that wasn't bad enough there were shots of my curvy legs and thighs and numerous pictures of my very full and round ass with only a string bikini bottom to hide my embarrassment. I'd been wearing it for Hunter's eyes only. The text with the photos was quite coarse, mainly expressing that my body was regarded by men as being very hot and that I was extremely fuckable, although they didn't exactly use those words. The basis of the article was using comments purportebly made by the ex wife of a very famous rocker who stated that a woman should be a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen but a whore in the bedroom. They had deliberately misquoted her, adding in their own lurid interpretation of what we might or might not be doing in the bedroom and making suggestions of what I had to do to keep Hunter satisfied and to prevent him from straying. The inferences were perfectly obvious and certainly not nice to read. Initially shocked over the photographs and then incensed by the disparaging comments of the article I fleetingly thought about suing them but was persuaded not to by the company lawyer. In his opinion it would only have added fuel to the fire and given the magazine a massive publicity boost, which would be a win, win for them. I found out much later that the photo of my boobs with my prominent nipples was the most downloaded picture the magazine had ever had. It was cold comfort and not a record I particularly wanted. I was now fast approaching thirty four years of age. My biological time clock had ticked past the optimum time to conceive and I was definitely on the downward slope. Hunter and I kept trying. In fact we tried a lot. There was never a problem in our love life. Between the sheets Hunter kept me more than satisfied and fucked me to death. After a few painful years and false dawns we decided against using further IVF treatment to help us. We thought that if it was meant to be then it would happen naturally. Like my dad, Hunter's family were also big supporters of charity and they too had a keen interest in the social problems that affect so many people, especially those in the deprived and neglected areas of our inner cities. They were particularly keen on social housing issues and were presently deeply involved in the projects. Their main involvement was in raising public awareness and funds for a housing association that was looking to renovate and update some apartment blocks and houses in a run down area of the city. Hunter, knowing my families involvement in similar areas asked me if I would assist him in theirs and join him on the committee. I was delighted to accept. Within a matter of weeks I was one of the committee members who went along to meet the developers at the site. It was a photo opportunity devised to spark up some much needed public interest. The Mayor had promised to be there, so we were pretty much guaranteed television coverage too. The site visit was a prelude to a fund raiser dinner and dance in the evening. Whilst we visited several homes in various stages of renovation, the TV cameras and press were mainly focused and set up in just one house. It was presently occupied but clearly in desperate need of some work. It was felt that it was the ideal property to showcase. I tried to dress down as much as I could without it appearing that I was trying too hard to look like I shopped at the discount stores when clearly I didn't. After all I didn't want to insult people. So my carefully selected attire was a smart pair of trousers and a sweater. I didn't realise until we got to the site what a mistake I had made. The first part went fine. We started the visit by looking at one of the apartment blocks.The problem was when we went to walk to the house where the main event was going to take place in front of the cameras. It appeared to be only a short walk but due to the amount of folk who'd turned out it took us much longer than anticipated. It then started to pour down. It was only a sudden, sharp shower but by the time we got to the house everyone was soaked. And that's where my problem became evident. My sweater was so wet it moulded itself to my body like a second skin. My large nipples got even larger due to the cold and could be clearly seen poking through the fabric of my bra as well as the sweater. In fact it was so see through you could make out the size of my aureoles. I was absolutely horrified. It got worse when I was unceremoniously thrust to the front to make a short impromptu speech. I became the centre of attraction for the crowd all of whom, well mainly the men, seemed to have their eyes glued on my large breasts. I could feel myself blushing with embarrassment especially as I became aware just how many of the men ogling my boobs seemed to be dressed in filthy clothing and looked so scruffy. I had a sudden flash back to Ed Harris as a certain foul odour perpetrated it's way up to my sensitive nostrils. I baulked at the smell as my memory of him seared across my brain. Where had that come from? It was over fifteen years since I last clapped eyes on that disgusting man. My body reacted and I gave a little gasp, which just served to push my breasts further forward. I felt my nipples harden. I swallowed hard, quickly ended my little speech and stepped back out of the limelight. The smell cleared but I still glanced nervously around me expecting to see Ed Harris glaring back at me. I was grateful when I didn't and I was so pleased when we left the building. I couldn't wait to get away. I was a bag of nerves and wished that Hunter had been there to support me. On my arrival home I got a call from him. He'd been called away on urgent business and wouldn't be able to take me to the charity fund raiser that night. Although I begged him not to make me go alone he insisted. It was a big deal and one of us had to be there he told me bluntly. I dressed accordingly. The black cocktail dress fit like a glove. My large breasts were securely held inside although there was a fair amount of my deep cleavage on display. The mid thigh length was long enough to cover the tops of my stockings and suspenders as long as I didn't bend over too much. I'd finished off the outfit with a brand new pair of 5" Christian Louboutin heels. Like my mom before I'd developed a strong liking for high heels and although I also liked Jimmy Choo footwear my preference and first choice was always Louboutins. But it was whilst dressing that I suddenly realised my bracelet was missing. My heart sank. I couldn't believe I'd not noticed it wasn't there before now. I checked my car and then tore our home apart looking for it. Panic set in as my search grew evermore frantic. It wasn't as if it was valuable because it wasn't. It was the huge sentimental value that made it irreplaceable. The bracelet had belonged to Hunter's great, great grandmother and had been handed down through the generations. The Foxworths had been delighted for me to have it and now I'd let them down. I just had to find it, no matter what. I sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to compose myself enough to try and figure out where I might have lost it. I racked my brain trying to recall instances during the day that I had touched it or realised I was wearing it. It wasn't until I came to the afternoon that I began to narrow down my options. And then came the realisation. There was only one place where it could be. It must have come loose when I was in the dilapidated building down in the projects. It had to be there. I was pretty sure now that I'd still had it on my wrist as we walked towards the house from the apartment block. If I'd lost in the street, then there was no hope of finding it. In fact even if I had lost it in the house the chances were it was now in a pawnshop somewhere. But I had to try to find it. I finished dressing, grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. I snatched up my car keys and was out the house in a flash. The drive downtown took a while due to the traffic and then I became disorientated when I got into the maze of streets that made up the projects. Time was pressing now if I wanted to make it to the charity dinner on time. Mallory and her Achilles Heel I figured I could get in and out the house within a matter of minutes and going at this time virtually guaranteed that no-one would be there to delay me. All I had to do was find the bracelet and go. I parked up and approached the run down building with a high degree of trepidation. The front door opened far too easily. Before it had taken a bit of shifting. I just hoped there was no one there. I poked my head inside. All was quiet and I realised that most of the furniture that had been in the house this afternoon was now gone. It appeared to be deserted. "Hello, is there anyone here?" I called out. I waited with bated breath hoping no-one would reply. The house was still. I was alone. I walked purposefully to the room that had been used for the television segment, the sound of my high heels on the floor reverberating around the house. I was sure I would find the bracelet in here. I flicked the light switch on. The single low wattage bulb glowed a dim yellow and made it difficult to see, especially in the corners of the room. It had been so much brighter earlier with the television lighting. There were a couple of random pieces of abandoned furniture to move out the way but I was confident that if I had to, I could shift them. It was then I smelt it. My nostrils twitched as a foul stench invaded my nose. Someone else was here and my stomach dropped to the floor. I knew who it was! It was unmistakable. That smell that I'd caught a whiff of this afternoon, it was here, in the house, now. And I knew who it was! "Hello sweetheart!" The harshness in his voice assaulted my ears. My heart started to jack-hammer inside my chest. It was pounding so much I thought I was going to pass out. "I thought it was you this afternoon. So I guess you saw me then." It was a statement not a question. He walked into the room and stood before me. His eyes wandered lustfully over my body, pausing for a while to look at my breasts. I was incensed. "No, I smelt you! You're disgusting!" I had no idea how I was managing to breathe. I must have been gasping like a fish out of water. Ignoring my comments he gave me the once over again, this time staring intently at my legs. "My, my ... you've definitely improved with age!" "Loving the high heels Mallory ... very nice ... makes you a good height ... you know ... for fucking!" he added with a sick grin. His words very nearly made me throw up. I was so scared. I was totally on my own, no-one knew where I was because I'd not told anyone. I was trapped unless I could run and run now. Ed obviously saw what I was thinking as he closed the room door behind him. He turned back to face me and grinned. It wasn't pretty. He'd obviously lost a few teeth since I'd last seen him. And even from where he was stood I could smell his rank foul breath. "I ... I ... please ... please let me go," I stammered. "I won't tell anyone." "Tell them what!" he guffawed loudly. "What, that you let me fuck you!" "Please let me go ... I'll pay you," I offered hopefully, tears already filling my eyes. "Your money won't help you here. Besides I've always wanted to stick my cock inside your rich bitch pussy. Just like I did your Momma!" His words struck me hard and all my long suppressed, deeply embedded memories came flooding back to the surface. I was immediately transported back to that gardening shed, standing there in open mouthed horror watching him fuck my Mom, seeing him relentlessly slamming his cock inside her again and again as she screamed for more. And then reliving the time he caught me in there and then assaulted me, groping my tits and masturbating me to the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. He walked towards me and I couldn't move. The stench was so bad. He absolutely reeked. His clothes were disgusting. Soiled and dirty, they looked like they'd never been washed. He was filthy too and his body odour was as bad as I could ever remember. His hair had thinned dramatically but what was left was still greasy and matted. He still had thick stubble on his chin and his watery eyes were bloodshot. He smelt of cheap booze. I stood in front of him. totally immobile. My golden hair, freshly coiffed for the evening, was glistening with health and vitality. My makeup was applied to a professional standard, especially around my blue eyes, which were highlighted in such a way that they appeared to be smouldering. My clothes were expensive. My designer label black cocktail dress had cost me a cool $12,000 and my new Louboutin heels had set me back $895. My lingerie too was off the best quality and very expensive. I knew I smelled really good as well. My perfume was over $2,000 per ounce. We couldn't have looked more contrasting. But as his arm coiled around my waist and he drew me to him and I threw back my head, repelled and revolted by his stench, I realised that at the top of my thighs, my mound covered by my thong was dripping wet. The thought disgusted me. I fought back against his firm hold struggling vainly to free myself from his embrace. He gritted his teeth in fierce determination. I was stronger than fifteen years ago and I figured he must be well in his sixties by now. His hands grappled with my body as he ran them over my breasts trying to catch hold of them and begin his groping. No matter how hard I resisted he always seemed to be finding a way to continue to grab hold and give them a squeeze. It was wearing me down and I could feel my strength starting to weaken. "Hold still ... why don't you just give in to the inevitable," he wheezed as he managed to grab hold of a breast again. "Never," I countered. I sounded strong but I knew the end was near. Besides his smell was getting worse by the second and I was gagging almost continually now. And then my resistance ended. I had battled him for what seemed an eternity but what was probably only five minutes at the most. I stopped struggling and Ed sensed the fight had gone out of me. He stepped back half a pace to let me straighten myself up. "That's better ... you know, you might just enjoy it!" He sneered at me showing what remained of his mouthful of bad teeth. I breathed out hoping to control my emotions, which were all over the place. Ed's hands reached out and I watched as they touched my large breasts at the same time. Now mesmerised, I offered no resistance. "Ohh yeah!" he said with glee. He squeezed them hard and then tugged at them trying to pull them away from my chest. Deciding that wasn't easy because of my clothing his hands dipped into my cleavage and hefted the large orbs out of my bra to leave them resting over the top of the dress. "Fuck yeah ... now that's what I'm talkin about!" he said with evident delight. "God but your tits are fucking great!" He grabbed hold and gave them a rough massage. My nipples were growing bigger with every squeeze of my breasts as he carelessly flicked his grimy fingers over them, catching them more often as they grew in size. I could feel my body responding to his violent caresses of my nipples. I knew my pussy was sopping wet and I sensed my pussy lips were now fully engorged as my arousal grew. His smell, which was so disgusting was now like an aphrodisiac to me. I wanted to vomit so badly but was so turned on it was beginning to hurt. My pussy was throbbing, my hips were rotating and my legs were opening of their own accord in anticipation of receiving his cock. I seemed to be powerless to control my own body. "Yeah, I always knew you'd want a piece of old Ed," he gloated as he watched my body twitch and turn due to his wandering hands. "They all come around eventually." One of his hands left my breast and went under the hem of my dress. I opened my legs wider. I wanted it up there badly now. It closed in on my pussy and a thick, gnarled finger went straight under my thong and slid inside my slick slit. It was followed immediately by a second. Like he had done fifteen years previously he curled his fingers and began to rub vigorously inside me. As before I felt it build as my whole body shuddered. Almost immediately an intense, hot wave of pleasure hit me and I badly wanted to pee. My blood boiled inside as I grew ever hotter. I came just as hard as that first time and felt my juices flood out of my pussy to run onto my stocking clad legs. I shuddered as the aftershocks coursed through my body, each one slightly less intense than the last. I think I must have passed out for a couple of seconds. As I came round I found I was clinging onto Ed for dear life, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly, my face buried into his smelly chest. I baulked and pulled away. Ed just laughed in my face and then his lips were on mine, his tongue pressing urgently against them, trying to pry them apart. My mouth opened and I accepted his tongue and bad breath into my mouth and kissed him back with passion. As we kissed, our lips mashing hard against each other, I felt Ed reach behind my back and then heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered. My dress came loose. He broke away for an instant and pulled it over my breasts, down and with a bit of difficulty over my hips and then slid it past my full, round ass. It dropped onto the dirty floor. My bra and thong followed swiftly behind. I was naked apart from my stockings and suspenders and my 5" heel Louboutins. Ed moved away to look me over. He didn't want to appraise me. He just wanted to revel in my misery. He grinned at me. "Come over here Mallory," he leered. "It's time you had my cock inside you." I was momentarily appalled at his crudeness but then compliantly moved towards him. "Yeah, like mother like daughter," he said with a sneer this time. "You know, it didn't take me long before your Momma was begging to be fucked. She couldn't wait to get a piece of old Ed's cock shoved up inside her tight little pussy." I had no idea why he was telling me this. If it was to get me even more aroused than I already was then it was working just fine. His foul comments about Mom were really turning me on more than they should have been. I was beginning to realise that maybe I was a trifle perverted. Whatever it was, I definitely had something wrong with me. "So get your fucking, sexy ass over here now." He stood back as I walked towards him. My huge breasts were swaying from side to side as I walked and I could hear the squelching noise my pussy was making. "Man but you're a beautiful woman," Ed sucked in his breath. As I got nearer to him the stench got even worse. "Okay bitch, it's your turn now. Time to give old Ed some head!" He giggled at his own joke. I very nearly threw up again as he unfastened and dropped his pants and pulled his cock out of his briefs. Dear god it was horrible. I've not seen a lot of men's penises in my life but his was by far the ugliest. It was very thick and had a large bulbous mushroom head, which was an unhealthy looking purple colour. He was uncircumcised and when I pulled back the foreskin I spotted what looked like some sort of white slime underneath. I knew it wasn't pre cum so god knows what it was. The shaft had large veins running down it's length plus what looked like lesions attached to it. The whole thing looked fetid. "Come on girl, stop a looking and start a sucking!" He laughed again at his second feeble joke. He grabbed hold of me and pushed me to my knees. As I sank down I instinctively took hold of his cock in my hand. He didn't like my choice. "No, no ... the left hand bitch! It has to be the left." I looked up at him quizzically. What difference did it make. Besides I was right handed. "For fucks sake girl ... the left ... the one with your wedding ring?" I shook my head in dismay. Of course ... the symbolism ... how stupid of me. My submission was complete. Like my Mom before me I was now his slut! "Come on girl, I'm waiting," he said impatiently. He stabbed at my mouth with his cock. It was a bit bigger now as I'd been working my fingers up and down his shaft for a few seconds. It wasn't drooping so much either and I was sure I could feel pulses of blood shooting up his shaft, filling the veins, making his cock larger. I opened my mouth, gagging due to the smell and took it reluctantly inside. So this was what stale urine tasted like. It was horrible. I've blown Hunter before but his cock never reeked like this. "Come on, faster!" He thrust his hips forward and buried half the length inside my mouth. I of course gagged and nearly threw up. The taste of his smelly, disgusting cock was worse than I could possibly have imagined. He thrust it further forward until most of it was inside my mouth. My face was right up against his ball sac, snuggled into his pubic hair. The smell was even fouler here than anywhere else. It was disgusting. The smell of warm sweat, piss and you know what assaulted my senses. "Oh yeah," he groaned as he thrust his hips backwards and forwards. "Come on Mallory, start your sucking girl!" I did. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock as my mouth moved up and down his shaft. I even cupped his balls and massaged them for him. He seemed to like that a lot. "Fuuucccckkkkk ..." he moaned as I continued to deep throat him. I was loathing every second of this and loving every minute. I hated myself. I could feel him twitching and was convinced he was about to come. I had already tasted his pre cum, which was foul and there was no way I wanted to swallow his cum. Luckily he pulled out. "Hold on there Mallory. If I'm going to cum it's going to be in your pussy and nowhere else," he groaned. He pulled me up to my feet and led me to a chair. Had it only been a few hours since I'd been seated in that very chair? "You'd best grab a hold of that," he growled at me, "you're going to need something to hang onto!" I was shaking as I took hold of the back of the chair. I felt Ed's large calloused hand push me down. I obligingly bent over at the waist. He shuffled up behind me and nudged my legs wider apart. One hand rested on my back as with his other he eased his cock in between my ass cheeks and rubbed it over my slick, shaven pussy. The smell from his body was as bad as ever. I felt distinctly queasy but I wanted his cock so badly. My god, I WAS a pervert! I quivered with sick anticipation as he pushed up against me. And then I gasped as his cock parted my outer lips, slowly peeling them open before they closed around his bulbous head and took it inside. "Ohhhh ... fuuucckkk ..." I sighed deeply. The feeling was so exquisite and I didn't know why. It was just so unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. He pushed forward with more intent. It was clear he was determined to get inside me as quickly as he could. His hands slid from my hips down over my smooth, toned thighs. They were just as good now as they had been when I was a high school teenager. I'm not sure if Ed was bothered either way as he quickly ran his hands back along my stockinged legs and back onto my hips. I think he liked my stockings more. "Ohh fuckkk ... noooo ..." I moaned as he rammed his cock all the way in. There was some pain. It wasn't that he was bizarrely long, he certainly wasn't hung like a horse but he was definitely a bit thicker than my husband. He withdrew and then slammed his hips forward. And then repeated. I could feel the firm flesh of my full, round ass cheeks juddering from the intensity of his thrusts each time he did. My breasts too were swinging wildly from the impact. That was until his hands left my hips and closed around them. He gave them a good massage, which sadly I really liked before his fingers and thumbs got to work on my nipples. They were already large and erect but he just tugged and pulled at them, teasing them out, making them much larger until they became so painful I begged him to stop. He didn't though. He just laughed at me and carried on with my utter humiliation and degradation. I was grunting loudly now as he violently pounded the breath out of my body with every thrust. He too was matching my grunts and I could feel the sweat dripping off him to land on my back. His smell was really bad now and I was pretty sure it was going to be a close run thing as to whether he would cum before I finally capitulated to the stench and threw up. It was then I spotted the bracelet. It was laying on the floor in the corner of the room. It must have got accidentally kicked there when it came loose. I was so grateful that I completely missed the fact that Ed was close to cumming. It wasn't until I felt the first pulse of his cock and a blast of hot gunge flood inside me that it dawned on me that he had climaxed. "No ... noooo ..." I shrieked in horror, "noooooooo ... what are you doing ... I'm not on the pill ... I've no protection!" Ed was beside himself. "Fucking great!" he crowed as he continued to send string after string of his white, baby making seed into my spasming pussy. I could feel it searing my insides, coating my pussy walls. It was a never ending torrent of cum. I'd never known that a man could produce so much! It was then I convulsed with my orgasm. It hit me suddenly. I'd not been expecting it. I thought his fingers had done enough damage. How wrong can a girl be. My whole body shook and twitched as I shuddered through the joy of ecstasy that was my climax. And it took me a while afterwards to compose myself. When I did, Ed's stench overwhelmed my senses once more. This time there was no reprieve. I threw up! He gave me a while to recover, even got me a tissue out of my handbag so I could wipe my mouth. Then he took hold of my hand and turned me to face him. I looked into his eyes. He leered back and then dropped his gaze. I followed it down and gasped in horror. His cock was still rock hard. It seemed to be waving at me as he clenched and unclenched his buttocks a few times. He grinned at me. He seemed to think he was amusing. "Ready to go again?" Not waiting for an answer he unceremoniously pulled me down onto the floor and laid me on my back. His smell was still overwhelming disgusting but I knew I couldn't be sick again. There was nothing left inside me to throw up. He knelt down between my legs, which I opened wider for him without thinking. He lowered himself over me until he was laying fully on top of my body. He brought his hands up to my face and held me still while he kissed me. The taste from his mouth was disgusting but I kissed him back anyway. He then lifted himself up slightly and I felt his thick cock push against my pussy lips. A quick forceful thrust and I gasped as he slid painfully in. His cock filled me completely but my pussy clamped down onto it anyway almost by instinct. And then he fucked me again. Even though I was continually gagging from his stench I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his back. I maliciously scraped my expensive heels down his back. I just hoped I was drawing blood. This time it took him a while longer to cum. I didn't have such problems. I came three times before he finally shot another great load of his sticky white fluid deep inside my swollen pussy. I didn't even protest this time. I was too exhausted to bother. "That was great!" Ed enthused as he finally pulled his ugly cock free from my devastated pussy. "You know, you're as good a fuck as your Momma was!" I slowly raised my head and looked up at him, horrified at his coarse words but more disturbingly, aroused by his references about Mom. "You know, even after your Daddy fired me I still got to see your Momma from time to time." My head jolted back at this revelation, my eyes opening wider with the shock. "Yeah," he carried on as if oblivious to my reaction, "every time he went out of town, your Momma, she'd give me a call. It seems she just couldn't get enough of old Ed!"