3 comments/ 71212 views/ 54 favorites Sex-Cult Initiation Chaperone By: fastandsloppy (Author's Note: This is the third of my "Chaperone" stories - The other two being "Gangbang Chaperone" and "Glory Hole Chaperone" - all of which follow the sexual misadventures of Patty and her daughter Jane. These are all stand-alone tales, so don't feel obligated to 'catch-up' before reading. However, you should because they're awesome. Also: a warning: The sexual activities in this work of fiction are diverse and occasionally extreme. Therefore, this tale is not for those of sensitive temperament or finicky tastes.) *** Part 1: A Family Emergency The pimply kid they dispatched to fetch Janie from class just about knocked himself out when he slammed into the doorframe on his way into the hall. I'd been facing the other way at the time, checking out the school's sparsely populated trophy case, but I'd seen him in the reflection of the glass as he passed, ogling my ass like it was the first and last one he ever expected to see. I have to admit, I felt a shameful upwelling of pride at that: a whole building full of primo teenage tail and the kid couldn't resist checking out my equipment. I might be thirty-four, but I still got it! I continued to stand before the glass trophy case and covertly survey the room though the reflection. Since I'd arrived to pull Janie out of school for a "family emergency" the male population of the school's administrative office had increased significantly: the vice principal was now standing behind the counter rifling through a small stack of what looked like blank papers; a bearded teacher showed up, spotted me and sat down to tap at a computer he wasn't even pretending to look at; two janitors were fussing with a laser printer that seemed to work just fine and small clusters of boys had begun to accumulate in the corners and low-traffic areas like drifts of autumn leaves, speaking to each other in quiet, frustrated voices while gawking at my figure with hungry eyes. Eventually the girls' field hockey coach showed up and shooed away the idle students before taking their place ocularly fondling me with a frankly lascivious stare. The only sour note in the reflected panorama of me-appreciation was an ancient secretary sporting a flame-red dye-job with gray roots who was flashing me some serious Stink Eye over the tops of her half-lens reading glasses. I know some women just don't like me. I'm used to it. But her gaze was making me feel uncomfortably conspicuous. The problem was that, because of my two jobs -- I teach aerobics at the Blue River Spa on nights and weekends and bartend at Tiggle Jitz Gentleman's Club on the daytime shift - my wardrobe trended towards the tight and/or slutty. So, although what I was wearing that day was the most conservative thing I could pull together, it was quite tight and I was displaying more cleavage and thigh than was probably appropriate. This in itself wouldn't usually have bothered me, but the sight of the students in their matching outfits reminded me that the school district had switched to uniforms a couple of years ago after my daughter's tendency to borrow (and lend out) my clothes had resulted in an epidemic of wardrobe infractions among her and her female classmates. I'd gotten a pretty stern talking to from the district about that. It was now belatedly occurring to me that I hadn't learned a damn thing. Feeling a little flustered, I turned around to face the room. There was a bustle of hastily assumed nonchalance among my admirers. "Oh, Jesus H Christ..." I heard the head secretary mumble to herself as she shook her head at the folly of the male sex. I gave her a half smile and a "sorry - can't help it" shrug. She looked me up and down, cocked her head and gave me a "bullsh*t!" look. Finally, she sighed and spoke. "So what did you say this family emergency is?" I hadn't said. As Janie's mom I assumed I was allowed to pull her out of school for the occasional 'emergency', no questions asked. But the old woman's suspicion and palpable contempt got me worrying: what if Janie has been telling tales around school or dropping hints about what she and her mom had been up to in private? Would anyone actually believe a teenage girl -- even a 'wild child' like my Janie - if she told them her mom had escorted her to, and joined in with, a seventeen-cock gangbang, or if she told anyone how she and her mom ended up sucking and screwing a score or so policemen at a highway rest-stop glory hole a couple of weeks ago? Heck, even if she told people that we had been sharing a double headed dildo several times a week for the last month I doubt anyone would see it as more than somewhat disturbed lie from the school's biggest slut. (And please let me note here that, although I love her unconditionally, I had no illusions about my daughter's reputation - but better a promiscuous and well-protected slut than a naïve teenage mother, I say) However, the old secretary looked like she'd seen enough in her long, sour life to occasionally believe the unthinkable. I felt a prickle of terror-sweat bead up along the back of my neck. "Um...What?" I asked, having realized that, during my little anxiety break, I'd lost the thread of the conversation. "Who died?" "Her Grandparents." I blurted, immediately wishing I hadn't used the plural. "What? All of them?" "No... Just her father's parents..." I said. "Janie's father? I'd thought... well..." "Well what?" "I thought she had no idea of her father's identity," the ancient secretary said. She twisted her thin lips into a smug half smile. "Perhaps you shouldn't believe everything eighteen year old girls tell you." "Well, Miss Graham, I find some tales more believable than others." My face grew red and my fists clenched. You could hear a pin drop in that crowded room as I fought to control my temper. I was still fighting the urge to slap that old judgmental bitch across the face when I heard Janie's voice behind me, sounding worried: "Mom? What's wrong?!" I turned to face her and suddenly realized I'd cornered myself. The thing is, I really didn't know who Janie's father was and neither did she. "It's your father's parents," I said. "There was an accident..." I looked at her conspiratorially, hoping she'd get the hint and play along. Her big dark eyes looked at me with confusion as she processed this, they flitted over to the secretary and suddenly she seemed to get it. "Nooo! Not Nana and Pop-pop!" (That's my girl!) "I'm sorry, honey. They're... gone." She rushed into my embrace and buried her face in my shoulder. I held her close and stroked her silky, sable hair, telling her it was OK to cry. As she gasped out a crocodile sob I could feel her hot breath washing across the nape of my neck. She shifted slightly and pressed our breasts together as her tongue flitted out to dance along my collarbone. I tried to squirm away but she held me tightly, lightly taking the flesh of my neck in her teeth as she pressed against me while wracked by conjured hysterics. I tried and failed to will away the bloom of gooseflesh she aroused as her lips danced up my neck just out of view of the curious, surrounding eyes. I could feel a welter of wetness between my thighs. Finally I had to push her away. "Janie, we really need to go," I said. *** Finally free of the office and striding together through the school's empty foyer, I spied our reflections in the glass doors of the darkened auditorium. From a distance we didn't seem to look much alike: I was a couple of inches taller; she had straight, dark hair instead of my curly, blonde locks; her eyes were big and brown while mine were narrow and hazel and she had slightly darker complexion. But in the details -- facial shape, nose, mouth, big boobs and shapely butts -- we were cut from the same cloth. Not for the first time I mused that our love-life would be so much easier if our shared genetics weren't quite so obvious. But perhaps that was for the best. Jane brought me out of my thoughts when she whispered: "So, what's really going on?" "You'll see." "Where are we going?" "To the airport." "Will Tom meet us there?" "Who said anything about Tom?" "Well duh, who else would..." "I said you'll see, Janie." I took her arm as I stopped outside the girl's restroom just inside the school's front doors. "Wait a minute; you need to use the bathroom." "No I don't." "Yes. You do." I reached into my purse. It was my big purse; the one Janie jokingly called my 'diaper bag'. I withdrew a small, oblong box of polished cherry-wood. Janie's eyes grew wide in surprise as I opened it and revealed a row of tapered slugs of black plastic arranged in order of increasing width and set into molded recesses within the box. They were numbered in order of increasing size: one through four. Due to her alarmingly vast sexual experience I sometimes forgot that my Janie is still a high school student who still had some of the lingering ignorance and naiveté one would expect from a kid. "What're those?" she asked with both curiosity and trepidation. "Butt plugs," I said as I took out the thinnest one. It was about the width of my pinkie finger. "We'll start with the smallest and work your way up." I put it in her hand, dug into my purse and passed her a small tube of lube. "Go put that in your bottom." "Wh...Why?" "You'll see." "Can't I do it at home?" "We're going straight to the airport." "In this!?" she sneered, looking down at her white blouse, navy blue skirt and flat-soled, patent leather shoes. Janie hated her school uniform so much that I rarely got a chance to see her in it; she always changed out of it at the first convenience, usually before she even got home. That was a shame because I think it made her look cute, maybe even a little innocent. But, to her question, I merely nodded. "But I don't have any luggage." "You won't need clothes where we're going." Janie's eyes grew wide as saucers and a cute but wicked little smile crept across her face. Her fingers closed around the butt plug and lube. She leaned in close to me. "Wanna help?" I thought about what Tom had said about "exercising discretion" when he had visited me at work last week to suggest this trip. I thought of the reason why he'd suggested this trip. "We'd better not. Not here," I said. "Here is perfect! I've used this bathroom, like, a zillion times for a quick midday fuck." "Janie," I said. "Why must I keep telling you? Watch. Your. Language." Janie rolled her eyes. "... a quick midday, um... making-of-love, then? OK?" She laughed. Smiling impishly at me, she turned, braced her hands against the frame of the restroom door and stuck her beautifully pert, heart-shaped rump at me. "I sure could use some help back there..." She gave it a wiggle and peeked alluringly at me over her shoulder as she went in. I felt that giddy-panicky arousal I always felt when my child was deliberately tempting me like this. I thought of the long distance we would have to travel today and the ordeal awaiting us at our destination. I was on edge and, yes, I could certainly use some release. I promised myself, again, that after this trip we'd stop doing this... for real this time. And, most of all, I hoped and prayed that Tom was right and that he and his secret "Society of Erotics" (his phrasing, not mine) could finally instill some discipline and restraint in my increasingly sexually out-of-control daughter. But not yet. I followed her into the lavatory. Janie slammed the door shut behind me and locked the deadbolt. She pulled the key from the lock and dropped it in her purse. "Where did you get that key?" I asked She smirked and arched an eyebrow at me, silently daring me to ask again while implying I probably didn't really want to know. I dropped the issue. Instead, I pulled my daughter in for a deep kiss. Our lips met and we tasted each other hungrily. Our tongues parried and dodged as our hands scouted along the undulating contours of our crushing bodies. We pushed and ground against each other, raising an erotic heat that burned inward and set us both aflame. Janie's hand was under my dress, tickling up my thigh, fingers questing for my honeypot as I opened my legs, physically urging her to continue. When her fingertips encountered the sheer fabric of my tiny thong she brushed it aside and began to slip her digits along the moist channel of my sex. I moaned loudly in the small, echoing room. "Shhhh," warned Janie as she sank to her knees. She helped me up onto the counter where I leaned back against the mirror with my legs spread wide. Her face was between my thighs before I knew it and Janie began eagerly tracing the folds of my pussy with the tip of her tongue. Within a minute she went from soft teasing licks along the length of my labia to soggy sounding slogs along my rapidly flooding furrow. Briefly coming to my senses, I pushed her away. We had a lot of traveling to do today. It would never do if my daughter was soaked from head to toe in my broth. "What's wrong?" she asked while looking up at me, her face shiny with thick flows of my juice. "I don't want to drip all over your clothes," I said, my voice unsteady, panting. "Take them off." Janie smiled at me and stood. She began doing a strip tease for me but I shook my head. "No. Just hurry up, Janie." So she quickly unbuttoned her blouse, unzipped her skirt and draped them over the door of a stall. She stood before me in a lovely lacy set of matching bra and panties (I recognized them; they were mine) and white knee-high socks. "The rest of it too?" she asked, standing with her arms akimbo and her hips cocked to the side. "Of course," I breathed. She pushed her (or, rather, my) panties down her legs, revealing her adorable young quim sporting a velvety strip of well manicured fuzz. I could see that her already moist inner lips were uncoiling with desire to hang temptingly from the dampening slit of her womanhood. I just had to reach forward and slide a finger into the hot trench of her pussy. She closed her eyes and her body bloomed pink to my touch. Again we kissed. As we broke the kiss I saw she'd removed her bra and her large, pert breasts were bouncing free between us. Unable to resist the tempting sway of her lovely mounds I dropped off the counter to bring my mouth to her nipples. I lightly bit the soft flesh of her beautiful breasts and teased her nipples with my tongue as my fingers continued to arouse a deluge of desire between her thighs. Before I knew it I was falling to my knees and lifting one of Janie's tanned and toned legs over my shoulder, eager for unhindered access. "Um, mom, shouldn't you take this off?" Janie asked me as she plucked at the strap of my dress. "Oh! Yeah..." I said. I reached for the hem as Janie took the straps and, together, we shed my dress in a few quick seconds. "Come on, mommy, the bra too," she said. I smiled uneasily at her. She only called me mommy anymore when we were making love. I shed the bra and pulled the knocked-askew thong down my long legs. Both of us finally naked (except for Janie's knee-highs that is), we regarded each other's firm, curvy bodies with a palpably burning lust. Once our roving eyes met, we were upon each other with a ferocious, mindless intensity: kissing, fondling, prodding, rubbing and dripping; always dripping freshening flows of wet, silky desire. I eventually found myself sweating and writhing on the counter, choking back truncated grunts of extreme pleasure as Janie's face worked between my thighs. My eyes closed in rapturous delirium as she lapped and nibbled and probed and sucked at the quaking core of my erotic bliss. I came quickly with a sobbing sigh as my senses exploded in a blinding torrent of rampaging ecstasy. As I rubbed out the last shivering aftershocks of my orgasm against my daughters pussy-soaked face I moaned with deep contentment. "OK, your turn," I said around my labored breaths. "Oh boy!" said Janie, her face a messy mask of anticipatory joy. "How do you want me?" "On the counter," I ordered, slipping off onto rubbery legs as she jumped up to take my place. "Don't forget..." she said, holding up the butt-plug, which I had indeed forgotten. As I took the slender divot of rubber in my fingers I looked down upon my daughter. She was spread out luridly before me, her legs wide, her arms braced against the tiled walls of the lavatory, her face, neck and chest freshly glossy with my cum. She opened her legs wider still and her pussy bloomed like a flower, opening its damp musky folds and tempting me downward into ultimate depravity. Beneath her sultry womanhood, her dark pucker awaited. Already, syrupy flows of her feminine nectar seeped from the ruby vale of her pussy to drip along the tight, umber crevasse of her bottom. I fed a finger into her vag, plumbing her depths as she writhed. Another finger joined in and then my mouth was on her clit. I slowly pulled my fingers from inside her and slid them down into her ass-crack. I carefully pushed at her anus. "Oooo..." she keened at the uncomfortable pressure. My fingers took the place of my mouth on her clit as I dropped my face down, slurping up puddles of juice as I went. As my tongue slipped into the cleft of her bottom I let it leak out, painting her pucker with her own slime. I pushed at her anus again, with my tongue this time, and she reacted with a wild trashing at the intense but disturbing pleasure. "OHHH..." she cried before biting on the heel of her hand to silence herself. I began to replete the cycle: probing at her ass with my fingers as I lapped up her juice with my tongue, then slavering my mouthload onto the threshold of her back door as my fingers tickled and probed along her sex. I watched as her firm young body coiled like a spring under my fevered attention. I took my time. Finally I knew she was on the brink of release. I drew the plug up along the cleft of her ass to swirl it around her dark star. As I did this I took her clit between my lips to suck it gently and pushed the plug into her. With an animalistic whoop Janie came vividly. Her body slammed into the mirror behind her as her back arched and her limbs quivered uncontrollably. A gush of feminine cum jetted from her vulva to soak my face. I pressed my mouth to her gash and drank it greedily. I got up off my knees to pull her close and I kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her. Time fell away until, finally, our senses returned. We looked about. We'd made quite a drippy mess on the counter and on the floor by the sink and an unmistakable impression of a sweaty back was imprinted on the mirror. The little room sweltered in the heady mist of our coupling. It occurred to me that Tom was right, my daughter and I really were out of control. "Wow, it really smells like fucking in here." "Jaaane..." I said wearily. "Sorry. It smells like sex, I mean." "Yeah, it sure does... We should probably go." *** Part 2: Sister and Brother Up over the darkening Atlantic I was working on a crossword on my phone with its alarm went off, informing me that it was time for Janie to change her plug. I gritted my teeth at the unwelcome reminder that time continued to flow onward and that we were rapidly approaching our destination. There, Tom waited, his plan ready to kick into gear as soon as I gave my daughter to him. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. I told myself it was the right thing to do. Finally, I retrieved my purse and pulled out the cherry-wood box. Janie looked over and her eyebrows rose up her forehead. "Already? I only just got used to the last one." Sex-Cult Initiation Chaperone "Good. That means we're doing it right." I was wondering if she was going to give me trouble. I'd given her the second plug while we waited for our connecting flight in Atlanta and she'd gotten suddenly fussy, insisting I just admit this was all of one of Tom's plans. I told her nothing (just as Tom had specified). Fortunately she relented and sulked off to the bathroom to upgrade to the second plug (without 'help' from me this time... honest) but I worried she was winding herself up and might cause a scene on the flight. I'd be mortified if she embarrassed us while we were flying first class to Europe (and did I mention, Tom was flying us First Class? FIRST CLASS!!!) "OK then," said Jane. "But first, just tell me where we're going." "Prague honey, it says on the ticket." "You know what I mean; why are we going there all the sudden? Why the secrecy? Why won't you admit Tom is behind all this when it so frickin' obvious this is one of Tom's things." "You'll see soon enough, Jane. That's all I can tell you." "Well at least tell me who we're going to be fucking when we get there. Men? Women? Vampires? Werewolves?" "Janie ..." "I mean, obviously Tom is flying us over to show us off, I mean I bet none of his friends have a hot, incestuous mother and daughter to..." "Janie, control yourself! This instant!" "Then treat me like a frickin' adult!" growled Jane. I could tell she was on the edge of erupting into a screaming display of bad temper. If she did I'd probably follow suit and a lot of details would get loudly argued in front of my fellow first class passengers that, frankly, I would prefer not be revealed. "Fine then," I shoved the cherry-wood box back into my purse. "Forget it." There was a long silence between us. Finally she reached out with her palm up. "OK. Gimmie the next plug." I gave her a dry look. "Are you sure?" "Yes mother." Without saying anything I got the box out again and pulled out plug number three (this one was a little wider than the width of an average man's thumb). I passed it to her with the lube. She hoisted the thing before her as if making a toast. "Well... up the hatch!" she said solemnly. I smiled to myself in relief as I put the box away. When turned to face her again she was looking the other direction. Leaning forward to follow her gaze I spotted the young man seated across from us. He was more of a boy really, about college age, dressed casually but stylishly. He had a thick crop of freckles that were probably adorable ten years ago, brown eyes of an intelligent mien and ginger hair already thinning at the top. He was staring at the butt-plug in Janie's hand with wide, incredulous eyes. Janie stood without looking back at me. As she did so, she fumbled the tube of lube (deliberately, it seemed to me) and it landed in the aisle. I got a full view of her curvy rump as she bent at the waist to retrieve it but, judging from the face of the kid across from us, he got an even better view of her ample cleavage. She took her time retrieving the tube and the kid took full advantage, ogling her chest shamelessly. When she finally stood she flashed him a long look and cocked a hip suggestively. As she sashayed down the aisle her tail had an extra wiggle and the kid's eyes never looked away. She cast him a 'come hither' look over her shoulder as she let herself into the toilet. He answered with a confused, sheepish smile. I looked past the kid and saw that beside him, head against the window in slack-jawed sleep, rested a plain-looking young woman of about the same age. The kid turned towards his companion and inspected her closely. She didn't move at all. Without further hesitation the kid stood and walked quickly towards the toilet. "Hey!" I called after him in a stage-whisper. He didn't react. When he got to the toilet door he knocked gently and cast a last, furtive look up the cabin. The door opened a crack -- away from me, so I couldn't see inside - and a dainty hand with chipped pink nail polish reached out and seized the collar of his button-down shirt. He let himself be pulled inside and the door shut softly behind him. "Crap," I said to myself. I dug into my purse and, after a bit of searching, found a small, square, plastic envelope containing an unmistakable rubber ring within. Clenching it in my fist, I rose and strode purposefully to the toilet. I gave the door a sharp knock in order to be heard over the bump-and-grunt already sounding through the door. There was a lag of a few seconds but, finally, a lad's voice spoke up. "Wot?" he said in a British accent. "Janie!" I whispered hoarsely. There was a brief flurry of clumsy-sounding fumbling before the door opened a crack. I looked inside but looking out at me wasn't the pretty face of my daughter, but rather the flush, freckled face of the British kid. "Um... Hullo." He said. "What IS it moth-er," hissed Janie from somewhere. I followed her voice and found her crouched on the floor with Brit Kid's left leg arched over her shoulder and his cock in her hand. His florid, veiny member was firm and wet and poised about an inch from her mouth. A single glistening strand of pre-cum already stretched from its tip to her lower lip. "Aren't you forgetting something young lady?" I held up the condom as I frowned my disappointment at her carelessness. She rolled her eyes and pulled a condom packet out of a skirt pocket, saying: "Duh, mom." I hated it when she said "duh, mom" to me, but I guess I kind of deserved it this time. But better safe than sorry, right? I was constantly terrified of Janie catching some horrific STD that would render her barren, blind, crazy or worse. "Well, um, OK then," I said lamely. The door shut in my face. As I turned around I saw most of the passengers in the first class staring at me with very curious expressions on their face. "No mile-high ménage-a-trois today, I guess", I heard one businessman quip to another, eliciting laughter. I felt my face burn with embarrassment. I scurried back to my seat while doing my best to hide my blushing face behind my bouncy mass of loopy blonde curls. "You are making spectacles of yourselves, Ms. Graham," said an elegant woman with a slight Italian accent. It was Theresa Sergi; she was sitting in Janie's seat. I recognized her from our only previous meeting, when she and her brother Tom had visited me a week ago to discuss Tom's concerns about my Janie and his plan to address them. At the time I'd been too flabbergasted by the revelation of Tom's plan to give Theresa much notice (other than noting her obvious contempt for Your Truly). But, as I squeezed past her to get to my seat, I took the opportunity to look her over anew. She looked like she belonged in first class: Channel suit, tinted Dolce and Gabbana glasses and a lustrous cascade of artfully coifed amber hair. She'd obviously had some plastic surgery because she looked only a few years older than me but, since I knew her to be Tom's twin sister, she was well into her late forties. The illusion of youth was further emphasized by her lean, athletic body, girlishly narrow hips and big, pert breasts (obviously fake, IMO). Unfortunately for her, this carefully maintained illusion of youth was spoiled by her voice, which was raspy and deep, probably from years of cigarette smoke. "What are you doing here?" I asked curtly. "I've been spying on you... and good thing too. One might say that trying to involve yourself in an airplane lavatory tryst between your own daughter and a complete stranger is wildly indiscrete, no?" "That's not what happened! I was just making sure she was protected; just keeping her safe." Theresa laughed a humorless chuckle. "One keeps their child safe by instilling discipline and self-respect. What you did was reckless. Do you remember nothing of your conversation with my brother last week?" "I..." "I told Tom I thought you two were too dangerously out of control for our organization... But he never listens." She folded her arms and sighed. "Always thinking with his cock." It occurred to me that, given the size of Tom's cock, thinking with that thing probably made him something of a genius. But I didn't think it proper to make that observation to his sister. "We'll do better," I said. She ignored me. "Are you going to be able to hand her off as we agreed?" I swallowed. That was the part of Tom's plan with which I was most uncomfortable. "Well... I... Must we?" "It is the whole point of this exercise. Obviously you can't be trusted to supply the proper discipline." I sighed. "I still don't like it." "This girl needs discipline, Patricia. Trust us. Once she's inducted into The Society -- once you're both in -- you'll see..." "I don't know..." Theresa gave me a hard look. "Let me tell you something. When I was young I was much like her; probably like you too. I flaunted my sexual prowess shamefully; actually thinking others would admire me for my talents and good looks." She shook her head sadly. "All it brought me was spite and enmity. People despised me for my... well, my gifts; they sought to ruin me, for no other reasons than jealousy and prudery. And they succeeded! They did ruin me. The depths to which I sank, the level to which I was debased... still those memories haunt me. I had to work my way back up from the gutter... so many lost years..." She sighed heavily. "But at least I learned an important lesson: that my omnivorous tastes, voracious appetites and experience are best kept hidden. Do you understand what I am saying?" I nodded. I knew. I felt it when I saw strangers sneer at me and Janie in public or when men yelled the most insulting things at us from passing vehicles. We may be desired for our sexuality but that did not mean we were loved. As Theresa knew, it was quite the opposite actually. "And I ask you," Theresa continued. "If the prudes and the jealous assholes were able to destroy me, despite my familial connections, how much worse will it be for your lovely but powerless young daughter? These prudes and assholes, they are very hard on we females, yes?" I nodded sadly. She was starting to freak me out as badly as Tom had freaked me out in our meeting last week when he'd first brought up these concerns. "Let me remind you, she will be graduated out of her high school in a few weeks. The sheltered part of her life is nearly over and you are running out of time, Ms Graham." "OK, OK", I said. "I'll hand over control of Janie to Tom when he meets us. I'm just worried that Janie's going to..." Theresa suddenly stood up, turned and headed back to her seat. I spun my head around to look the other direction up the aisle. The toilet door had opened and Janie was slipping out looking like a mess. Her hair was tussled, her shirt misbuttoned and the hem of her skirt was caught up in the back of her panties. However, her face was lit up with a rosy glow and she was flashing a big pleased smile on her pretty face as she waddled back to her seat, butt-plug number three apparently firmly in place. "Hi mom!" she said as she gingerly sat down. She leaned in close for a kiss. I pushed her away as she tried to give me tongue. She laughed. "Control yourself!" I whispered. My chat with Theresa had put me in a sour mood. "We're in first class! ...And fix your clothes." Janie slumped in her seat and rolled her eyes. She dug into her skirt pocket. "Oh... here's this," she said and tossed butt-plug number two into my lap. And so it went. We barely spoke for the remainder of the flight as I fretted over the ugly scene sure to come. *** We were on the ground in Prague two hours later. One might think we'd get though customs in a flash since we had no luggage but, apparently, flying one-way with no luggage on a ticket bought by a third party from a completely unrelated country raises quite a few red flags with airport security no matter where you're flying into. So we were searched thoroughly by half a dozen female members of whatever organization was in charge of that sort of thing over there (while being watched by more than a few male officials from behind the two way mirror that took up an entire wall of the room, I have no doubt). They confiscated butt-plug number three when they found it in Janie's bottom and that discovery resulted in a lot of gratuitous orifice exploration for both of us. But, finally, after everyone who was interested had a good long look at us inside and out, they reluctantly let us go. I wasn't in a very good mood by then. Being stripped naked and inspected by dykey uniformed customs officials who don't speak your language (or don't speak it well) is not something I recommend, especially when they're doing the same thing to your teenage daughter on the other side of the room. Janie was irritable too. I guess our fight was inevitable. "Jesus fucking Christ, what a pain in the ass," mumbled Janie as we emerged from the customs office into some forgotten corridor in the basement of the airport. We were both tired. I should have let that slide. But if I was a stickler about Janie's language I was even stricter about her blaspheming. "Janie! You apologize for that!" Janie's full lips went thin and her big eyes narrowed as she briefly fought a battle with her temper and lost in a rout. "No mom. In fact, fuck no." "Janie!" "Tell me what the fuck we're doing in this fucking airport then! I don't know shit about what the hell... No. I mean, what the fuck we're..." "Janie. I insist..." "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Suddenly she was flashing me the middle finger with both hands and stomping her feet like a three year old. Thank God we weren't yet in the main concourse where people could see us. "JANIE!" "NO! Fuck Jesus, fuck God and fuck yooou, Mom!" I was shocked, I really was. I started crying. I mean really crying. To hear to speak to me like that... it broke my heart a little. "Damn it Jane!" I sobbed. "I just don't how to handle you anymore!" Janie lowered her middle fingers and let her arms flop to her side. I could tell she was now feeling bad for losing her temper. In a normal fight -- and, like any mother and teenage daughter, we had plenty - we'd start apologizing to each other about now, eat some ice cream and then go shopping for some ill-advised clothing. But not this time. This time Tom showed up with Theresa at his side. "Ladies!" he barked. "What is the meaning of this?" Janie rushed to Tom and threw her arms around him. "I knew you had to be behind all this!" She smiled up at him. "Mom wouldn't admit it but I was like, du-uh, who else is gonna..." He scowled down at her. "Jane, you have your mother in tears!" "...I..." "I had warned her that she needed to improve your social graces before arriving... but I can see she has failed. You are still quite a... ah... what do you call it?" "A brat?" suggested Theresa. "Yes. A brat." The tips of his mustache trembled as he spoke forcefully. Janie's mouth dropped open as if she'd been slapped. Tom turned away from Janie and walked up to me, saying: "Patricia! Are you OK my dear?" I nodded with tears in my eyes. Tom took me in his arms and held me close. As he did so he whispered in my ear: "The timing is perfect. It must be now." I swallowed hard, not wanting to take the next step. I was second-guessing everything. Did this plan even make sense? It sure seemed like it a week ago. But then, the concerns he had laid out for me in perfectly logical detail had touched on a host of anxieties that I'd been nursing for a long time. I knew firsthand how the world treated sexually generous young women and I could see the danger in Janie's oversexed naiveté. I had tried to explain to her about the hazards of predatory men or the jealous women who'd ruin her merely to soothe their own inadequacies. But she wouldn't listen. Young, beautiful and not prone to head-over-heels crushes or puppy love, affection came and went too easy for her. She just flitted away to the next screw whenever things got too weird or ugly, leaving a string of broken hearts and bitter ex-lovers in her wake. She always came away unscathed but I knew her luck couldn't last forever. When Tom had put my dread into words and then immediately suggested his plan to teach my girl some self discipline and discretion, I had agreed, gratefully so. And now here I was, and it was time to hand my daughter over to this mustachioed European pervert. "I can't control her..." I said before being choked by a sob. I couldn't even say my line. Tom improvised. "There is nothing for it. She is just too... unrefined for my 'Event'. I will just have to send you two back to America." "Unrefined?" asked Janie. "What am I too unrefined for?" "Tom is throwing a big party for his friends; it's at a castle or something," I said as Tom nodded along in confirmation. Janie's eyes popped wide. "He invited us... I thought you might behave, you know, after all we've been through..." I sobbed a genuine sob. "It was a dumb idea. I was stupid to think..." "No. No. I... I can be good." "Absolutely not," said Theresa, sounding like she really, really meant it. "Pleeease..." "Well..." said Tom. "Well what?" "If you and your mother agreed to put you under my control for the duration of my event, I might consider..." "Just take her. Do what you can. I give up." I said. I turned away, feeling wretched. "And you, Janie?" said Tom. I had to hand it to Tom, he had really caught her off guard. I watched confusion and embarrassment and desire and curiosity play across her face as she struggled to understand what was being proposed. "Your control?" "Yes. My total control. I must insist on that." "I... um... yeah, I guess." "Refer to him as 'Master'" ordered Theresa. "Yes... Master." "On your knees." Janie looked toward me before following the command. I had to look away. Tom and Theresa's faces were expressionless. Finally, Janie lowered herself to her knees. Her face became placid as she gazed up at Tom. Tom looked at Theresa. Theresa cocked an eyebrow. Tom nodded. Theresa opened her purse and extracted a black leather dog collar and leash. He dangled it in front of Janie. Janie looked up, her face meek and obedient. She took the collar in her hand and fastened it around her neck. "Does this please you... Master?" she asked quietly. Tom smiled. I tried not to start crying again but I just couldn't help it. *** We turned away from the main concourse and moved down the shabby little corridor deeper into the bowels of the airport. Janie led our little group, her leash held firmly by Tom while Theresa directed her to turn this way or that by barking commands and occasionally swatting her across the ass with a riding crop. Janie squawked a couple of times at being struck but this always eliciting another swat for complaining so she generally kept quiet and followed direction. I brought up the rear, slumping along and feeling miserable. We reached a scratched and dented metal door bedecked with serious-looking signs in a foreign language. Theresa ordered Janie to halt as Tom fumbled a key out of his pocket and opened the door. We went down a small stair into a big noisy room where a couple dozen coarse, sweaty men manhandled luggage and freight between various mechanical methods of conveyance. The noise quickly fell off in expanding concentric circles as the men stopped their activity to stare at our strange little group. Sex-Cult Initiation Chaperone The entire room was focused on us when Tom spoke up. "My dear sister, why is this dog dressed like a school girl? Is this supposed to be a joke?" "Perhaps she thinks she is people?" said Theresa with a smirk. For the first time since Janie put on the collar she looked around and met my eye. She looked worried. "Well then, correct the bitch!" Tom ordered. With a cascade of shouted orders and several cruel swats of the riding crop Theresa ordered my daughter to disrobe. The men that had been scattered about the room drew closer to get a good look as Janie peeled off her blouse, skirt, bra and panties with trembling hands. I began to move forward to object but Tom caught me by the elbow and gave me a look that warned me not to interfere. By the time Janie was nude but for her socks and shoes the workers had formed a tight, wide-eyed ring around us. Finally, Theresa pulled a ball-gag from her purse and securely fasted it to Janie's face. Tom clapped his hands in satisfaction and said: "Molto buona. Let us go". The crowd of workers parted reluctantly to let us pass, not leaving a very wide gap to thread ourselves through. As I gathered her discarded clothes from the floor I saw several furtive hands reach out to squeeze Janie's breasts, stroke the peach-fuzz of her pubis or roughly grab her ass. They growled predatorily at her and laughed to each other in their strange, guttural language. Their voices mixed into a low, variable moan that sounded to me like the horny chant of some lewd and forgotten monastic order. As I passed through them I was terrified although none of them touched me. Finally we were through the gauntlet and I could see a pearl-white stretch SUV limo sitting just outside a set of wide garage doors. A very large and serious looking man in a dark suit and mirrored sunglasses was waiting beside it. When we reached the vehicle the chauffer opened a rear door and Tom waved Janie and I in before he followed. Theresa entered last and the door was shut behind her. Theresa took one look at Janie and exploded. "What is that bitch doing on the seat?! Dogs sit on the floor!" Out came the riding crop and she began mercilessly swatting at Janie as Janie jumped off the seat and huddled into a ball on the floor. I went to intervene but, again, Tom caught my eye and warned me off. Finally Theresa relented and my Janie was left nude and shaking on the floor, her smooth young skin crisscrossed with faint pink welts. If it were in my power to kill with my mind, Theresa would have been turned to flaming dust right there. But as it was she only smiled a taunting grin at me and took a seat next to her brother. Tom sighed as the limo pulled into traffic, apparently pleased at how the day had been going. He looked at me again and smiled. "The drive is long and we should use our time fruitfully. Let us begin the next phase in your daughter's rehabilitation." "Meaning?" "It is time she learn self control. And the way one exhibits self control is self denial." "Denial of what, exactly?" "Fucking, of course," said Theresa. "My brother is inviting you to engage in a Ménage à trois with us. You should be very honored; we rarely invite others to make love with us." "Of course your daughter, I'm sorry to say, is not invited to participate," added Tom. "She may watch, but only watch. And while she watches she is strictly forbidden from pleasuring herself." "Yes. God help her if I see her put a finger on her clit," said Theresa, looking directly at Jane. I glanced down at Janie, she gazed up at me with a lecherous look and shrugged. She nodded towards Tom and Theresa with a clear "go for it" look in her eye. I turned towards Theresa and Tom and considered the offer. I more-or-less hated Theresa by now, but I had to admit they presented a pretty sexy prospect (I mean, a three-way with a brother and sister; how fickin' hot was that!) And I was so tense after the long flight over; maybe some physical release would soothe me and calm my nerves. Jane got to screw that kid in the airplane bathroom. Why shouldn't I take the opportunity to get my jollies while I could. Maybe it really would be good for her to be forced to just sit there and watch. She needed to realize she's not always going to be the center of the action. This is for her own good, I repeated to myself. This is for her own good. "OK," I finally said. "Let's do it." Theresa smiled at Tom. He nodded to her to begin. Theresa slid off the seat to the floor and slipped her hands into Tom's lap to open his fly and extract his penis. It was flaccid but as she drew the tip of her tongue up the underside it rapidly grew into the long, fat monster Jane and I were familiar with. Soon Theresa was running his manhood eagerly in and out of her mouth, the soft slurping sounds filling the interior of the car. She began moaning as she deepthroated him. Tom eyes looked oddly cold and maybe even distressed as his sister fellated him. I thought that was an odd reaction but I didn't really think about it; the conflicting emotions inherent in an incestuous relationship are necessarily complicated. I glanced again to Janie. She glared at me with a friendly kind of envy. We passed between us a peculiar expression of excitement at the realization that we were no longer the only incestuous couple we knew. Perversity loves company. "Well, are you going to join us or not my dear?" came Tom's voice. "Yes. Absolutely," I said. I slid off my seat and moved up behind Theresa. I took the hem of her dress in my hands and prepared to pull it up and off over her head but Tom asked me to take off my own dress instead. I obeyed, quickly shucking off my dress, my panties and bra and tossing them towards the front of the cabin. Theresa turned to where I was now kneeling naked in the plush carpet and pulled me down to help suck her brother's cock. We played like this a long while: both of us kissing around his fat shaft, playing a kind of tongue soccer with his swollen glans as we pushed it from my mouth to hers and back again, one of us sucking him deep as the other lapped at his balls. My nervousness and trepidation evaporated completely. Surprisingly enough, we discovered that in this context Theresa and I worked quite well together. I took over, wetly running my mouth up and down the length of Tom's member and massaging his balls as I got increasingly lost in the act of sucking his cock. I traced my tongue along the branching courses of his throbbing cock-veins as my lips pumped slowly up and down along his length. I teased along the rim of his rock-hard head with my lips, making wet popping sounds as I reached the zenith of my route atop the length his shaft. I tickled back along his fuzzy taint with my fingertips and playfully slipped a digit into his ass as I slobbered messily around his scrotum. He moaned and shook, obviously enjoying my attention far more than he'd enjoyed his sister's. That made me feel good. I didn't even notice Theresa had moved off somewhere until I felt her behind me, playing with my pussy lips and prying me open with her fingers. When I felt her bring a big, fleshy dildo to the gates of my sex and push it relentlessly inside me, I moaned lividly. We got a good rhythm going: me running my face up and down along Tom's rock-hard manhood as Theresa penetrated me with a slightly syncopated cadence that had me shaking and sputtering like a badly tuned engine. I wanted to look towards Janie to see how she was doing but, considering our relative positions, to turn around I would have had to disengage my face from Tom's cock and Tom was holding me to my task with two firm handfuls of my curly blonde tresses. So I decided to not worry about Jane and just enjoy the sensation of those two monster shafts rapidly pushing me towards release. Theresa began to play with my ass, rubbing cold slick lube around my pucker, forcing one, then two fingers inside me and twisting them around, loosening me up, prying me open. If felt good, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I'm not much of a lez (except with my daughter, obviously, but I don't really count that) but one thing I do like doing is screwing another girl with a strap-on. It's silly perhaps; I mean, I don't feel any of the sensation that a real cock would, but something about it - maybe it's the power dynamic, I don't know - really turns me on. So before Theresa started shoving that thing in my butt and getting it all yucky I wanted to take a turn with it on Theresa and nail her good. So, I reached back and took the back part of the dildo in my hand to stop her thrusts. I could feel it was a very fancy model: firm internally but soft and delicate-feeling on the surface, so much like real skin that you could barely feel the difference. I groped blindly but couldn't find the base of the thing so I fanned my fingers out to search for the straps, but, again, I couldn't... "Wait, WHAT!" I said as I jerked my face from Tom's cock, leaving several strands of my hair still grasped in his fists as I whirled around. I looked at Theresa: elegant face, beautifully coifed hair, overly-big, overly-round tits, 1000 crunches-a-day abs, and, under it all, a big, fat, smoothly-shaven cock nearly identical to Tom's. And I mean an actual big fat cock, rooted there on her pelvis like she had been born with it... as indeed she had been. "Theresa" was Tom's brother! Imagine my surprise. "HOLY! FUCKING! SHIT!" I said, not even blushing at my (understandable, I think) verbal lapse. I looked to Janie but she hadn't even noticed my off-color exclamation. She sat on the floor with her eyes wide and her fingers dug into the carpet. Theresa laughed a hearty, frankly masculine guffaw. "Surprised, dear?" "I... I..." "Hahahaha!" "Ladies! Please. Let us not get distracted by silly details," said Tom impatiently. "Come to me my dear." He reached out to me and I let him take me in his arms. He pulled me up so I sat astraddle his lap, his fat cock pushing up against the furrow of my sex. With a quick shift he was inside me, filling me, jazzing me with ecstatic pleasure as I began moving on him, engulfing and releasing his fat cock from the wet embrace of my eager pussy. I nearly forgot about Theresa's penis. Or rather, I nearly forgot about it until she got behind me and began pushing it into my ass. I wailed aloud as the head of Theresa's cock popped into my sphincter. It hurt. One cock the size of Tom's is great but two of those things rattling around together in my pelvis was excessive to say the least. But the siblings were insistent. Tom pulled me close and held me fast against his chest as Theresa worked her way into my guts. I lay my head against Tom's sweat-slickened chest and listened to his quickened heartbeat as I grunted and keened my way though the invasion. Distracted as I was, only belatedly did I realize I was looking into Janie's eyes. Her face was a mask of frustration and envy as she sat there with her hands tucked into her armpits, apparently unwilling to trust them to not dart immediately for her clit if left alone. I winked at her to let her know I was all right, even though I felt like I was about to be ripped in two. They kept at it, slowly working Theresa into me alongside Tom, separated by the sorely stretched and contused tissue separating my back door from my front. It was like giving birth in reverse. But, finally, they were both buried inside me up to their balls. I shook out a shuddering breath as I strained to accommodate them. Slowly the pain subsided and I moved slightly between them, checking to see if such a thing were even possible. My body was now so stretched down there that my clit had been pulled out from under her little protective hood and now stood at quivering attention, alone and exposed on the southern slope of my pubis. Every slight movement sent her brushing though the wet mat of Tom's pubic hair and every touch by one of his thick curly follicles sent a delicious jolt of pleasure pulsing and echoing though my tortured body. And just like that, the torment of Hell became the ecstasy of Heaven. "Ooooooh," I gasped. "Unnng. Oh God, sweet Jesus... yes, yes, yes..." (You get the idea. Ordinarily I'm not an excessively noisy lover but in this instance I couldn't help myself. I won't fill in all the details of the animalistic noises I made but the reader is invited to imagine it as best they can.) They began moving, laboriously sliding their tightly-packed shafts in and out of me. The unearthly pleasure I was feeling increased by a thousand percent. I came almost immediately. And then again. And again. And soon it felt like I was stuck on a single, all-encompassing orgasm that branched outside the ordinary flow of time and enveloped me in its own particular eternity. My feral wail filled the cabin. I have no idea how long this all lasted but, finally, Theresa pulled her cock from my ass and moved away. As I gasped in relief, my mind reeling and my body quivering, I watched her go over to Janie, tear the ball-gag from her face and shove her filthy cock into my daughter's mouth. Janie took it down her throat without complaint. After a few pumps Theresa withdrew and, with a couple of quick strokes, spewed her jizz all over Jane's pretty face. "Merda," gasped Tom beneath me, "excuse me, my dear..." he said and pushed me to the side. Hurriedly he squat-walked toward the front of the limo's cabin (I had to laugh, it was such an undignified, un-Tom moment) his shining cock twitched in anticipation as he neared my daughter. He didn't quite make it. A fat jet of cum erupted from his prick as he approached and splattered against her chest and the next pulse draped a pearly strand across the bridge of her nose before he got his manhood stuffed into her mouth. She swallowed the rest. Exhausted and totally sex-dazed, I watched all this without emotion. The two siblings collapsed on the seat next to Janie. "Come here dog," said Theresa. "I want you to get us hard again so we can fuck your mother some more." And that's what happened. Theresa and Tom took a few more goes with me, taking turns screwing me in various position, but not together. I came again for Tom, although nothing like the epic orgasm of my recent double penetration, but not for Theresa. I guess I was just too weirded out. What can I say? Deep down I guess I'm just a conservative American girl from the Heartland. *** Part 3: Coup d'Orgie I must have fallen asleep at some point because I was awakened hours later in a small but elegantly appointed bedroom. A couple of cute girls in tiny shorts and halter tops shook me awake as they tittered at each other in some language I couldn't even have guessed the name of. "Where's my daughter?" I asked but they only gave me blank stares and shrugged helplessly to each other. "Ve gets you ready now," Said the relatively articulate one, a skinny, round-headed blonde with oversized blue eyes. "Is almost ze party times." After a welcome massage and a good, simple meal of fresh fruits, cheeses and some cold cuts on earthy black bread, they bathed me in a large tub in the adjoining room, shedding their clothes and climbing right in with me. They washed me thoroughly, attending to my pussy so deliberately that I almost came. After the bath I was douched, given an enema and had every hair on my body below my neck painfully torn out with hot wax. After I stopped seeping blood though my follicles from the Brazilian, they oiled my skin and helped me into a sheer, see-through body-stocking with shimmering highlights of gold thread and a handy little slit down between my thighs with three little pearl buttons for easy access. I was even provided with matching shoes: gold with clear Lucite heels. Next the girls proved themselves to be artists with make-up and hair as I was coifed and beautified. You can't do too much with my hair but they tamed the curls into lovely springy coils and pumped up the volume to an amazing degree. And the gold sparkles they blended in with my eye-shadow really picked out the gold flecks in my hazel eyes. Looking myself over in the mirror I had to admit: I looked like a goddess -- not a metaphorical goddess either, I looked like an actual thunderbolt-throwing immortal on her way to screw Zeus on Olympus or something. My mood was improving. It improved even more when I was shown into another room where a score or so people milled about preparing for the party and I spotted my Janie over to one side, speaking with Tom. He was in a white tuxedo, seated on an antique chair and idly tugging at his long handlebar mustache as he spoke to her in low tones. She was on her knees in front of him, nodding along to what he was saying. When I tried to walk over to them Theresa was there to block me. "I want to talk with my daughter," I said. "When Tom is done with her," she said. So I waited. As I waited I looked Janie over. I was initially surprised she was once again dressed in her school uniform but when I looked closer I saw they'd shorted her skirt considerable, tightened her blouse, put thigh high stocking on her legs and high heeled pumps on her feet. Also, whereas I had been fancied up to the hilt, Janie's makeup was so understated she looked quite a bit younger. The twin braids they'd twisted into her hair emphasized the effect. Tom finished speaking to Janie and dismissed her with a gesture. She rose, walked over to the wall and knelt obediently, facing the paneling. Theresa finally let me in and I rushed over to her. "Janie!" I said. She didn't answer. She didn't react at all. She just kept facing the wall. "Janie?" Tom's voice came from over my shoulder. "You may speak to your mother, Jane." At his command her pretty head swiveled around and her eyes met mine. She looked tired but excited. Personally, I was mortified that Tom has apparently trained my daughter to ignore me until he'd give her approval to do otherwise. I struggled to keep a smile on my face. "Hey mom! Isn't this place awesome?" My smile turned real. Janie, when she's excited, is Janie at her most lovely. "I'm so glad you think so honey," I said. Janie started telling me about her day in an avalanche of breathless exposition. It had been something like mine: some sleep then a meal, bathing, dressing, primping. She had also had what she called 'disciplinary exercises' but she didn't offer any explanation about what those entailed and I didn't have the stomach to ask. She only expressed distress that she hadn't been allowed to have sex with anyone and she'd been really horny since watching me get double-penetrated by Tom and Theresa in the Limo. I expressed my opinion that she'd probably get her fill - and then some - of cock before too long. "Patricia, I would speak to you privately," said Tom, interrupting us. I looked back to Janie but she was focused on the wall again. I followed Tom reluctantly. He took me to a small office across the hall and shut the door. "So, have you noticed any improvement in your daughter's behavior?" "I noticed she won't talk to me without your approval now." "It's just an exercise to teach her think before she speaks. But trust me; she will be more discrete." He laughed. "You think this is funny? This all just a game to you?" He nodded. "Of course! That doesn't mean it doesn't have its practical aspects, but it is, first and foremost, a game." "A sick game... why did your people make her up to look so young?" He shot me a how-could-you-be-so-stupid look. "Were you unaware that most men find youth desirable, Patricia?" "You're a pig." "Well, forgive me for pointing out that you are throwing rocks from a very fragile glass house, my dear." Sex-Cult Initiation Chaperone I glowered at him. "As I said, this is a game... a game I play very well. I have nearly all my pieces in place for today's tournament. But there is but one detail to my strategy still unattended to. And that is what I will need you for, Patricia." And so Tom told me of his gambit - a performance piece of sorts, a gift of the "experience of a lifetime" for his friends - and he told me the part I was to play. I was repulsed at first and refused. Then I refused again. But he eventually won me over because... well, that's just how Tom is; I don't know how he does it. Twenty minutes later Janie and I were waiting outside the ballroom, ready to finally take the field as pawns in Tom's elaborate sport. *** Janie and I waited in front of a pair of huge oaken double-doors banded with ancient, tarnished bronze fittings. On the other side, low, indistinct voices could be heard rising and falling with an unfamiliar cadence. On our side of the door, no one spoke. Janie stood obediently in her tight school-girl get-up. Her hands were bound behind her back, the red ball-gag was back in her mouth and a strip of cloth apparently cut from the hem of her shortened skirt encircled her head, blindfolding her. I stood at her side, radiant in my shimmering body stocking, holding the leash attached the leather collar around Janie's neck. Behind us Theresa waited silently in a matching black-lace bra and garters combo. Her dick hung flaccid before her. To say I was having an attack of pre-performance nerves would be a huge understatement. "Jane..." I whispered, not knowing why I whispered. Theresa was standing right there and could hear me perfectly well no matter what the volume of my voice and there was no one else within earshot. Janie didn't respond. But I just had to talk to her. "What are you doing?" asked Theresa as I unlatched the strap of the ball-gag that wrapped around the back of Janie's head. "I need to ask my daughter something," I replied Theresa sighed. "Hurry up then." "Janie." "What?" she said impatiently. "Are you sure you're OK with this?" "Are you kidding? I'm about ready to come just standing here like this waiting for this thing to start. Holy crap, I'm so fu...er, freaking turned on right now!" "Oh..." "Plus they took that last butt-plug outta me a few minutes ago and it feels great to not have that huge frickin' thing up in there. I honestly can't wait to get a cock in there and see how it goes." For some reason, that didn't make me feel better. "Um, OK. I'm just... I guess I'm feeling a little..." "Mom?" interrupted Jane. "Yes?" "No offense, mom, but would you please just shut up? You're making me nervous." I heard Theresa scoff behind me. "I'm sorry honey, it's just..." "You're taking me out of the moment. Just let me get back into character, OK? I'll be fine." "In character?" "Yeah, you know, for Tom's 'game'. I'm inexperienced and terrified by what my mother is requiring of me. But I'm determined to see it through nonetheless. I'll be reluctant at first, but I'll warm up after a few cocks have worked me over. By the end I'll be ravenous. It's gonna be hot." (My daughter, ladies and gentlemen, the method actor!) "OK girls, enough chit-chat, it's almost time," said Theresa as she took the ball-gag from me and began re-affixing it to Janie's face. "What about me?" I asked. "What's my character?" Theresa gave me a dry look. "You're playing a terrible, terrible mother... do you think you can manage that?" I glared at her and opened my mouth to speak - I don't even know what I was going to say - but just then the door cracked open and swung outward with a sigh. *** I don't know what I was expecting; our only other 'event' with Tom was him and sixteen of his male friends waiting for us in nothing but matching bathrobes. I guess I was thinking we'd be in for something similarly casual and functional. I was way off. Apparently the area beyond the big double doors had been a courtyard or something back in the olden days, it was cobbled in worn stone and the rough rock walls showed centuries of weathering. It was now roofed by a large glass geodesic dome, beyond which the sunset had turned the sky a fiery red, and furnished with rows of comfortable looking couches, chaise lounges and settees all oriented toward a low dais set off to one side. People were standing by their seats - a lot of people, men and women, perhaps a hundred, maybe more - facing Janie and I with looks of intense excitement and interest. They were dressed elegantly in crisply pressed tuxedoes and designer gowns costing thousands of dollars each. I felt very conspicuous in my see-though body stocking, even if I really did look fabulous in the thing. We stepped out through the doors, Janie in her cute little school-girl uniform, her sex goddess mother right behind, leash in hand. Theresa followed a half step behind me to my right. On the dais, Tom waited. The crowd closed in in a crush of elegantly dressed bodies as we attempted to pass. Voices flowed back and forth an unrecognizable tongue. Hands reached out to touch us, fingers to probe us. Janie, blindfolded amidst the tumult, jerked and twitched as unseen fingers stroked her breasts and squeezed her ass. They pulled at the buttons of Janie's blouse, unfastening some, completely tearing others off. Soon her shirt was opened and was being pulled off her shoulders as other hands tugged at the cups of her bra to spill her breasts into view. The clasp of her bra was unhooked and it was pulled off, allowing free access to all to slap and squeeze her heaving breasts and pinch and twist her reddening nipples. Janie moaned deep in her throat and tired to writhe away but in every direction there were groping hands ready to maintain the assault. Her skirt was seized and it was the next to go; she almost toppled over into the crowd twice as they pulled it down her lovely, trembling legs. Her slight lace panties were simply torn away. Her bare skin shimmered in a sheen of sweat. I tried as best I could to get her to the stage quickly, guiding and sometimes pushing my poor Janie though that elegant mob of molesting perverts. Theresa prowled in our wake, warning off anyone who went too far and dared attempt to slip a digit up into Janie's pussy. However, the fingers that stroked and probed my pussy as I guided Janie through the horde were not similarly discouraged. When we finally reached the stage Janie was down to her stockings and heels. Her blouse and bra were still bunched around her wrists but they were cast aside as Theresa removed her manacles and turned her to face the crowd. I reached down to adjust the crotch slit in my outfit and saw that my body stocking already had several long, unsightly runs. Sad. "Stand at your daughter's side, my dear," said Tom to me. I obeyed, stepping up next to Janie. Frankly, I was a little freaked out. I thought I was used to crowds from my days as a peeler but during my stripping career the No Touching rule was always strictly enforced. These "refined" people were animals! I trembled. Tom wasn't expecting us to have sex with all of them, was he? Theresa removed Jane's blindfold. When the scene was revealed to her I heard her gasp through her gag. She threw me a panicked look and clasped her arms across her bare torso: all part of her innocent act, I assumed and hoped. "Show the group your offering," said Tom to me. So, this was it. I turned towards Janie, ready to play along. "Don't be rude dear," I said gently as I pried her arms away from her body and guided her to stand erect with her legs wide and her hands clasped up behind her head. The crowd stared at her young flesh spread out for their inspection. I did too. Janie's body looked so fantastic in this pose; her skin tight and firm; her full breasts pulled up high on her chest, insolently defying gravity. The lust of the crowd was infectious. I reached over and ran a hand from the side of her face, down her neck, over her breasts and abdomen, past her bare pussy and on down her thighs. The crowd murmured appreciatively. Janie squirmed and choked back low moans in the back of her throat as I caressed her. Despite my trepidation I was feeling suddenly very wet. Tom had begun addressing the crowd. I couldn't understand a word of whatever gobbledygook lingo he was speaking. As he spoke, Theresa came over brushed me aside so she could change Janie's pose. As she positioned Janie sideways to the crowd and bent over with her hands resting on the edge of a low, padded bench, I whispered: "What's Tom saying?" "That surely they can see you two are genuinely mother and daughter, blah, blah, blah," she mumbled to me. "He wants them convinced before the good part." Theresa returned to the side of the stage as Tom finished speaking. He motioned to Janie and me and bowed. The crowd erupted into sustained applause as Tom strutted around us. "Patricia, my dear," said Tom. "Prepare your lovely daughter's pussy for me. I would like it as wet and as hot as possible, please." With every eye in the room following me I got behind Janie. Her bottom was thrust into the air and her feet were positioned over a yard apart. Her pussy hovered bare and ready for me. As I sank to my knees, Tom unstrapped Janie's ball-gag and pulled it from between her teeth. "Please mommy, not like thi... mummnllg," she cried out as Tom shoved his cock in her mouth. Her pleading sounded genuine. It was painful to hear. It would certainly have stopped me dead in my tracks if I wasn't now squatting with my face just inches from her pussy. From where I knelt, I could verify it was all an act. Her lips were inflamed and they hung from her slit with milky beads of her juice clinging to them like condensation on a cold bottle on a sultry summer day. My nostrils twitched as I moved close. The musky scent of her lust-inflamed sex was starting to overpower the pleasantly fragrant douche she'd been given only a short while ago. I blew gently on her exposed sex and watched as her hips shuddered with anticipation. I ran my tongue tenderly down her sweltering crevasse, barely brushing her distended lips with teasing touches of my taste buds. After a single pass along her sex, a heavy drip of her feminine nectar welled up to fall from her crease and splat against my left breast. Well, whatever reluctance I felt melted away with that single heavy drop of moisture from my daughter's weeping pussy. I dove in, plowing along the furrow of her womanhood, circling the tight tunnel of her sex, diving down to her clit and sucking it gently between my lips to tug on it slightly. At this last maneuver, she suddenly shivered violently and pushed back into my face as her body released a flash flood of feminine cum. My face soaked, I sat back to watch Janie shudder though the final echoes of her first orgasm of the evening. "I see you have your daughter's lovely cunt ready for me," laughed Tom as he looked at my face now all smeared and glossy from Janie's pussy-storm. He pulled his long fat cock from her mouth with a pop, trailing a long strand of precum. Janie collapsed onto her elbows and panted heavily as she tried to regain her breath. Tom got behind Janie. His erect cock, still shiny with her spit, was pointed right at her hot, wet and ready hole. He looked down at me where I knelt at his feet. "It is time," he said. "Yes sir," I said. I took Tom's cock in my right hand and ran my mouth along its full length a few times. As I distracted the audience with that, I let my right hand fall to my shoe where I carefully peeled the special adhesive capsule from its backing under the arch of my right pump. Backing off from Tom's cock I took it in both hands and lined it up with Janie's vag. That's when I stuck the adhesive side of the thumbnail-sized capsule to the flank of his shaft just behind the head. I stuck it to the side of his cock facing away from the audience, so only Theresa and I could see it. It all went very smoothly, just as Tom had predicted. "Are you ready, child?" asked Tom to Janie as he slapped her once across her ass. Janie whimpered and trembled as I brought the head of his cock to the threshold of her feminine depths. "Please Mommy... Please no...," she whimpered. The crowd was now completely enraptured. Not a word was whispered and not an eyeball blinked as Tom slowly pushed his fat, empurpled head past my girl's dewy, ruby-red labia. Janie shuddered lividly as she felt his flesh pierce her body. Soon the part of his shaft to which I had stuck the capsule began to enter her. I saw the back half of it balloon out as its front half was pulled inside, its thin walls growing dangerously thinner. At this instant I took a fingernail's worth of Janie's breast between my thumb and forefinger and pinched her hard. She let out a sharp cry and squirmed helplessly. As she cried out, the capsule ruptured and splashed its crimson contents onto Tom's cock and down the wet gutter of Janie's vulva. I heard a sharp gasp as the first person in the crowd spotted what looked like virginal blood dripping from her clit. The shock spread like an explosion. Soon the room was in a complete uproar as people crushed close to the stage to observe the red smear on Tom's penis and the thin bloody trickle making its way down Janie's thigh. The roiling crowd parted reluctantly as an older, red faced man with a bald head and a bushy white mustache pushed through and mounted the stage. In his wake an ancient wisp of an old woman swathed in yards of white taffeta struggled to keep up. The man's face was twisted up in fury and disbelief so I assumed he'd spotted -- or at least suspected -- our blood-capsule trick. Thinking fast, I grabbed Tom's red-smeared cock, pulled it from Janie's hole and stuffed it greedily into my mouth as I covertly pried away the remains of the deflated capsule still adhered to his shaft. I noticed Tom flinch as I did that, but no one else did. A woman over at the edge of the stage, when she thought she saw me eagerly suck my daughter's virginal blood from her violator's cock, actually swooned backwards and had to be helped away. When the red-faced man got to us he reached between Janie's thighs to run a finger through the thin trace of red still working its way down her leg. He held it up to the light and inspected it closely before shoving the finger in his mouth. His eyes popped wide and his jaw dropped as he tasted the lamb's blood. (And to think, I thought Tom was being overly fussy when he told me they'd used fresh lamb's blood in the capsule instead of good old corn syrup and red food coloring!) When the old woman arrived in his wake she reached past him and ran her thumb up along my daughter's trembling pussy. Jamming it in her mouth, she had the same reaction. They swore violently at Tom (and me!) in that unrecognizable language of theirs and the old woman spat spitefully on Janie's ass as she turned away. As they left the stage most of the crowd broke out into wild cheering although a few exchanged sour looks. Right before the party, when we'd planned this little subterfuge, Tom had spoken of it as if it were a lark, just a little trick to get his friends all hot and bothered. Obviously there was more going on than that but I had no idea what. Poor Janie had even less of a clue because, at some point in the turmoil, A short, tuxedoed man had sat in front of her and was using Janie's braids to guide her face up and down along the length of his erection. But, whatever was going on, it was obviously a victory of some sort for Tom. He beamed a magnanimous smile to the assembled guests and several well dressed men and woman came up onto the stage to pat him on the back, shake his hand and say words of (what seemed to me to be) congratulations to him. While he accepted their well-wishes he once again commenced screwing my daughter. Then he said something to his companions as he pushed a thumb into her ass and they all laughed. And that's when I kinda lost it. "YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" I screamed as I pulled myself up off my knees. "This was never about helping Janie, it was about this... this... wager you have with your sicko buddies... or... or whatever the hell it is!" I pulled back my arm to slap Tom across the face but a strong hand caught my wrist and twisted it up between my shoulder blades. I cried out in pain and dropped back to my knees. I saw Theresa looming above and behind me, staring down with hard eyes as she applied cruel pressure to my aching limb. In front of me, rocking back and forth with the rhythm of Tom's thrusts as two men jockeyed for position at her gaping mouth, Janie looked my way with wide, troubled eyes. "Mom!" she cried, before a cock was shoved into her face and a pumping male ass blocked my view. "Let her go!" I shouted. Theresa took the opportunity to shove Janie's ball-gag into my mouth. Before I knew it, it was latched firmly in place and I was being pulled to my feet. Tom emerged from the crowd now clustered around Janie. I got a brief view of her, her sweat drenched body punctured front and back by vigorously pumping cocks while two women crouched beneath her quaking body, one sucking her nipples the other lapping at her clit. Janie's eyes, rolled back in her head in mindless ecstasy, did not look for me. Then the view was blocked as Tom stepped between us. His erect cock, shining with a copious slick of Janie's juices, bobbed luridly before him. His regarded me warmly. "Just remember my dear, it's all just a game," he said. Then he kissed me sweetly on the forehead and turned back to the knot of flesh churning around my daughter. Theresa pulled me to the rear of the stage. Several of the tuxedoed perverts detached themselves from the group to follow us to wherever I was being taken. We stopped beneath twin, cantilevered wood beams mounted onto the old stone masonry. They were a couple of yards apart, stuck a yard or so out from the wall and thick chains terminating in padded manacles hung from the ends. I tried to pull away but the men who'd followed us gladly leant a hand to restrain me, laughing to each other in their alien tongue all the while. I tried to call my daughter's name around the gag, but it came out as a mere choking sob. "This is getting fun now, isn't it?" said Theresa to me. I looked down and saw her cock was rock hard. I was shackled with a wrist locked in each dangling manacle so I was standing on my tip-toes, stretched out and exposed, but they weren't done. A soft nylon rope was brought out, my right knee was bound and the rope was thrown over the right beam to be pulled tight so that my leg was lifted to about the height of my abdomen. A half dozen men and women were gathered around me now and they looked me over with eyes burning with fevered desire. As they watched, Theresa grabbed me from behind. I could feel her thick, steel hard cock probing for my gates of paradise. Finally one of the partiers dropped to her knees and helped Theresa slide into me. As Theresa began to pump, the woman on her knees began to eagerly suck my clit. I gasped luridly around my gag as pleasure washed through me. I must have been blinded in that storm of reluctant ecstasy because when Janie -- pink skinned, damp and wild eyed -- was dumped on the floor in front of me it was something of a surprise. I watched as a man came forward from the encircling crowd and lay down beneath me. Janie was guided over his pelvis and down onto his cock. Her face was pushed against my pussy and she began to mouth my weeping folds of feminine flesh as Theresa rogered me hard with a slow grinding rhythm. Looking down I watched as another man crouched behind Janie and began threading his cock into her ass. With her tongue hard against my clit she moaned loudly, transmitting delicious vibrations against my tender, distended nub. I could resist the explosion of pleasure no longer. Hanging there helplessly and being screwed by a she-male while everyone's eyes focused on my double-penetrated daughter lapping hungrily at my clit, I came with such force that I saw stars swarm in the periphery of my vision as I nearly lost consciousness. My clenching, cumming pussy finally pushed Theresa over the edge too and I felt her massive dick begin to pump within me, drenching my womb in her spunk. As Theresa backed away I heard Janie beneath me, greedily slurping the sperm that rained from my body. I looked down and our eyes met. She cocked an eyebrow and shot me an honest, messy grin. Sex-Cult Initiation Chaperone That happy smile was all I needed. My relief that my daughter was actually having a lovely time was total. I let my anxiety and anger float away and gave myself over to the churning crush of sex and desire that congealed around us. I should be able to fill a book with all the depravity we enjoyed that night but, in truth, I have only choppy recollections of the action after I saw Janie's eager smile. I was unbound at some point and I wound up on the floor beside Janie as men and women came and went, all using our bodies as a playground and quite a few sending us howling through increasingly mind-shredding climaxes. However, as for a blow-by-blow of what happened and when, any such coherent narrative is beyond the recollection of my sex-scrambled memories. My apologies, dear reader. I do remember that, beyond the knot of flesh of which we were the panting, throbbing nucleus, I could see that what had started as an exhibition had now descended into a huge, full-blown orgy. The crowd had spread out into clusters of people ranging from lone voyeurs, who seemed contented to watch the action and pleasure themselves, to pulsating groups of nearly a dozen men and women screwing and sucking on the stage and among the comfortable chairs, divans and settees spread out on the floor. But, in the center of it all were Janie and I, the gravitational center around which this galaxy of sex revolved. Eventually, the crowd backed off a bit to form a ring of men - and they were all men this time -- slowly and deliberately stroking their hard, florid cocks as they gazed down on us with flush faces shining with sweat. I was back in Janie's arms and she in mine. Janie now wore only a single drooping stocking and my bodysuit was now completely wrecked with only run-striped fragments still clinging to my limbs. Tom sort of materialized out of the crowd right in front of us. He was completely naked now and his big, proud member was bouncing firmly in front of him. He grinned at us as gave his shaft long, slow strokes. "Are you ladies ready for your baptism?" he said. The circle of men surrounding us closed in a few feet. I looked over at Janie. Her face shined with an exhausted, rapturous light as she gazed at Tom's cock and the tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips. For some reason, that gave me an idea. I cocked my finger at Tom and motioned him forward. Janie moved to take it but I pushed her away. I grabbed Tom's shaft and slid it into my mouth, along my tongue. His cock was hard, as hard as a cock can be, and it trembled and leaked with the barely restrained tension of a male orgasm long held at bay. It wasn't long before I heard his breath catch in his throat, saw his body shudder into supreme rigidity and felt his meat thrum against my tongue with the first pulse of a heavy load of cum. He filled my mouth in several long quaking pulses until the excess squirted from the corners of my mouth to hang from my chin and smear my breasts with glistening streaks of pearly white. When his spent cock withdrew I turned to Janie, pulled her head back and tugged on her chin. She opened her mouth eagerly and I passed Tom's magnificent load to her. Several men, hovering close and stroking their hair-trigger cocks, lost it at the sight of our snowball. Crisscrossing jets of semen erupted around us and splattered against our skin as I pulled another cock into my mouth just in time for it to flood my tongue with a fresh load of slime. I turned to Janie again, who was just finishing up a cock of her own, and again I fed the snowball to her. Her cheeks were now bulbous with the sperm of several men. It was too much. She swallowed with a sticky sounding gulp. The crowd cheered. More men closed in. This went on for quite some time. *** "Gonna sit down...," said Janie, woozily. "Don't feel so great." I was concerned, of course, but also a little relieved. Getting ourselves down the stone staircase had been murder on our sore muscles and aching joints. Parking our raw and overtaxed bottoms and pussies on the cool stone bench overlooking the eerily blue-lit pool that now inhabited the castle's old dungeons sounded like pure paradise. As I eased myself down, I knew that neither the stinging stink of chlorine or the unlovely view of the two elderly lesbians taking turns going down on each other over in the shallow end could move me from my aching ass for a good long while. We sat quietly for a while. Janie moaned again, her hands on her belly. Ordinarily toned and flat, it now had a distinct bulge. "Why did you swallow so much?" I asked. "I dunno... I just got a little too into it, I guess." I knew what she meant. The heady flood of pheromones that had enveloped us in a lascivious funk once all those cocks started popping had kept my libido sparking far past the point of normal endurance. I guess that also explains why I kept passing mouthfuls of the stuff to my poor -- but oh-so-willing -- daughter. It was such a turn-on and I honestly never thought that she'd drink it all (except, of course, the occasional overflows and missed shots that now formed a chalky patina on our chins, necks and torsos). Frankly I was a little surprised it was making her feel so ill but I guess if you eat enough of anything that rich you're not going to feel too great afterwards. I mean, try eating an entire cheesecake and see how you feel. "Poor baby," I said and reached up to stroke her hair. Big mistake: it was quite clotted with congealing spunk. "If there's a pool down here I bet there's a locker room or a shower room or something down here too. I'm going to see if I can find a toilet." "You should try to keep it and digest it if you can, honey. Semen has lots of nutrients. I think it'd have to in order to keep all those wriggling little..." "Oh shit mom..." said Janie and she jumped up to scurry off in desperate search of a restroom. I watched her go then leaned my head back against the stone wall and closed my eyes. I felt incredibly tired. I might have dozed; I'm not sure. But when I opened my eyes again Janie was nowhere to be seen and Tom was standing there, naked and looking like he just ran a marathon. "Patricia!" he said in that pussy-melting voice of his. "Screw off, Tom." His smile faded. He looked hurt. "I haven't forgotten you sold me a line about teaching my daughter some 'self-discipline' so you could trick us out here to..." "Patricia, you wound me. My concern for your daughter is wholly genuine. The trickery you witnessed... " "Save your breath Tom!" I was surprised I had enough energy to get pissed off all over again, but I did. "The 'trickery' you witnessed... well, may I have a seat and explain?" "Whatever. It's your dungeon." He smiled as he sat close to me. He looked around and spoke conspiratorially, occasionally glancing at the aged lesbians in the pool. (Who were now just splashing around, snuggling and giggling like a couple of gray, saggy school girls; not paying any attention to us whatsoever.) "What you deduced to be a wager was much more serious than that. What you witnessed, no, what you enabled was, in fact, a coup." "What?" "An overthrow, a revolution... I took over leadership of this society tonight, all thanks to you and your daughter." "Well, whoop-dee-doo. You still lied to us." Tom gave me a grave look. "I object. I was genuine, Patricia. But a good plan can serve several purposes concurrently... May I give you a little history?" I sighed. "I guess." "In the early dark ages, this valley was settled by a pagan tribe. They were raiders and horsemen. They worshiped two-faced god named Oresezka, who was both male and female." "Yawn," I said. "Please, Patricia, listen. This god represented both war and love, physical love that is. Most tribes worshiped the war face of this god -- they were, after all, raiders - but the tribe that settled here worshipped the other face, the love face. Through cunning and bravery they were able to hold this valley throughout all the changes that rampaged through here. When Christianity came they dutifully converted but they continued the worship of the Love Face of Oresezka, although in secret. And over the centuries our secret society has persevered. But, unfortunately, so have many of the antiquated rules and traditions bequeathed us. "For instance, the leadership of the society of Oresezka is based on the ability of a claimant to provide a woman willing to sacrifice her oldest daughter's maidenhead to our group, all our group. Now, this was no roadblock back when we were wild barbarian raiders, or even when we were Christian noblemen, but as times have changed it is more difficult to find a mother willing to do this. As they changed further it became increasingly difficult to find a daughter who still retained her maidenhood. Because of that, a particular family had ruled the Society of Oresezka since 1887. We were stagnating and losing our way, so I decided to take over. "I tried to it by the rules but I saw that would be prohibitively difficult. Then I met your daughter. Not a virgin -- ha ha, not even close, no offense -- but young and with enough innocence in her face to serve. Then I met you and I knew Oreszka had sent you to me." "Gosh," I said. "So you see?" "I see you're still a creep. So now what happens now that you're done with us?" "Done with you? My dear, you are members of the society now. I intend to continue Janie's training -- as I promised to do -- for the remainder of the weekend and then send you back home. And of course I will fly you out for events, special occasions, vacations... if you desire, that is." My ears pricked up at this. It was pretty swanky in that castle. And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't enjoyed being screwed half to death by his horny friends. "I won't know what the heck is going on," I objected. "I don't know the language..." "It's related to Magyar, but different. And as my first act, I am getting rid of it. Forcing people to learn that ghastly language was one of the main reasons our membership has been so stagnant." "I... I guess I'll think about it." "Ah, look, your lovely child returns," said Tom. I turned and there she was. It looked like she had found a toilet (she was no longer clutching her belly nor looking vaguely green) and a shower (she was wet and clean). She looked at Tom with tired eyes. "Hey Tom," she said. "Janie. I see you cleaned up. That is good because it is time to restart your training." Janie looked at Tom and then at me. I read her face and responded. "Actually, Tom," I said. "I think I've decided I like Jane just the way she is, even if she can be a brat sometimes, she's my brat. And I like her spirit. So you can kick us out of your cult if you want..." "No, Patricia," he said, seriously. "I won't do that. My gratitude is nearly limitless. Consider yourselves members for life." "Even better. Anyway, thanks but no thanks." Janie sat down next to me and put an arm around my shoulder. It felt good. We were a team again. "I suppose I am not surprised," said Tom. "But I suspect you will change your mind again in the not-too-distant future and ask for my help. When that happens, I will be there for you ladies. Always." Tom bowed a little bow and said: "Good evening ladies. We will be having refreshments upstairs if you are interested." With that, he turned and left. Janie and I were quiet as we watched him go. (He had an amazing ass for an older guy.) "Thanks mom. I didn't really feel like being his puppy-dog anymore tonight." "Yeah, I didn't feel like watching them treat you like one." Janie leaned over and kissed me gently on the cheek. "I'm glad you're my mommy." "I'm glad I'm your mommy too." I put my arms around my Janie and gave her a squeeze. *** Thank you for reading. As always, comments, complaints, suggestions, death threats, praise, damnation, accolades and opprobrium are all welcomed and encouraged.