Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2017 19:35:29 +0000 (UTC) From: gretchen Hoskins Subject: Neglected momma no more 5 Disclaimers / do not read if offended by or in your area it is illegal to read erotic and explicit sexual fiction. This story contains incest, sex between mom and kids and may be inappropriate or illegal to even think of this fiction. Readers - please take time to donate. Your donations make our imaginations possible. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The next 48 hours were a blur by any standard and if you told me I'd ever get involved in 2% of this, I wouldn't have believed it. Vicki had touched me somewhere inside and while it seemed like blackmail at first, it was soon clear that her direction and stern commands simply opened myself up to the slut I could never admit to being. While she had pics of me on her phone that were totally compromising and might even land me in jail, she had ample opportunities to take more pictures, yet I gave her only token resistance. I allowed myself to do things telling my mind I had to do them to protect me and my family. The truth is, as I reflect on the past two days, I never would've thought of any of her requests on my own and am very happy that I she caught me with Lilly. I have no regrets and look forward to many more wild adventures with her leading me down a path I hadn't even read about in those stories that spurred me to get caught in the first place. I guess I like the thrill of taking risks, of doing the dirty things, the sexy things and the taboo. The truth is, my husband had neglected me and I just wanted to be found attractive and sexy. As I reached for my buzzing phone, it was Vicki calling. I had barely been asleep five minutes, no wonder I awoke in a daze, it's only a few minutes after 8 AM "Good morning slut," The events yesterday were not a dream and I was not sure how to respond, do I stood in stunned silence. "Gretchen- I said good morning slut." "Good morning Vicki," "Miss Vicki," she interrupted me before I coupd apologize "Good morning Miss Vicki." I was still in a sleepy haze. "I need to run a little test. If you're getting cold feet, I'll show those pics to your husband and the police and just get this over with," Miss Vicki said with an air of exasperation. "Cold feet, ma'am. Test? Please, I'll do anything to get those pics back". "I'll get to that. Are you still going to be my slut?" "Yes, Miss Vicki." "Are you going to do anything I say?" "Anything?" I questioned. "Yes Miss Vicki, I'll do anything." "Yes, anything," Miss Vicki responded with a laugh. "What are you wearing?" I spied the brown sundress I wore to take Lily to school. "Miss Vicki, I recently took a shower and was going to nap. I'm not wearing anything," I said intending to lie. For some reason, I couldn't lie to her. "Get dressed. Robe or dress, not pants or shorts. No bra. No panties. Go down stairs and open the front door. Move the Ottoman over in front of that chair where you let your daughter eat your slutty cunt. Get on your hands and knees facing the chair." "Yes Miss Vicki," I said without thinking. "Slut." "Yes Miss Vicki?" "Tell me you're a dirty whore. Tell me your pussy is wet and you're my slut." She didn't pause long enough for me to respond and continued "Tell me you'll fuck my virgin son. Tell me your pussy is mine and I get to say who uses it." "Miss Vicki, I'm your slut. I'm your dirty whore. Your son will get to fuck me because my pussy is yours." What did I do? Why did I so quickly say those words?More to the point, why was my head spinning in anticipation of being just that for her? I could tell I was getting very turned on. "Gretchen." "Yes Miss Vicki" "Is your cunt wet?" I knew the answer, but reached down all the same to push a fingertip into my lips and brush against my slippery and stiff clit. "Yes Miss Vicki. I'm wet at the thought of being your dirty whore." "Good girl, my little wet pet. You have 90 seconds to get in position as I ask." The phone went dead. I was a little stunned. I grabbed my dress and flip flops heading down to the front room. I slipped on the dress as I walked. I opened the door. The street was empty and quiet. I dropped my flip flops by the love seat and pushed the Ottoman over. I saw her pull into the driveway and quickly got on my knees with my dress pulled up to my chin. Anything so I could get those pictures back. The screen door opened. "See. I told you she is a willing little whore," Miss Vicki was not talking to me. The other person grunted out a small chuckle. Miss Vicki was at my side. She bent down and whispered in my ear "No words. No talking. No moving. If you're ready to be my whore, nod your head once." I was scared. I was only getting into deeper trouble with Vicki. Of course I nodded my head once. She cooed with delight and slipped a sleep mask over my eyes then pulled the hem of my dress on over my head and let it wrap around my elbows. "Put the money in her mouth and then you get ten minutes," she said to the stranger. A hand was on my cheek and the paper bills were at my lips. I opened my mouth and closed it to hold the money as the other hand was on my backside. It was a man, a rougher older guy. He rubbed my ass for a second then felt fingers probing my aching slit. My lips parted easily as I cannot recall ever being this wet. A small moan escaped and I arched my back clearly begging for more contact. "She's very wet.." Miss Vicki cut him off, "No talking. Just use my pussy whore for your pleasure, then get out." Then hand was gone. I heard the zipper and jingle of keys as his pants or shorts slid down. The cock was already as hard as it gets when the head touched my lips. A small tear rolled down my face as I realized what was happening. The head easily slid in and found my wanting wet hole. I now knew why Miss Vicki was calling me dirty whore. I was getting paid for sex. He cock slammed all the way in. I felt the hairy gut on my ass. He slammed me again and my tits swayed as my ass juggled a little from the smack of his groin into mine. Doggy style is a new position to me, but it would quickly become my favorite position. In this position a smaller dick can still touch me best. This guy wasn't huge as his belly rested on my butt and lower back with the next thrust. He lay on me and reached around to grab and pull my nipples as another thrust bottomed into me as far as he could go. I don't have a very tight pussy because of the toys being pretty thick and eight full inches that I have learned to put all of it in me. It can stretch me. This guy was probably 4-5 inches, much like my husband, though he was considerably thicker. The thrusts were coming quicker. Tears poured from both eyes. I am not a prostitute. I didn't like how much I was enjoying this yet I was enjoying getting fucked by a stranger in my living room. I really liked being her dirty whore, and would've probably done it for free, well for the pictures. The idea of selling my body was an unexpected turn-on. Not only did he find me sexy and I find myself wanton, but he paid for it. The ridge of his penis slid quickly pressing the bottom of my clit. In less than two minutes my orgasm crashed over me. The throbbing cock was getting wave after wave in contraction as my pussy muscle squeezed it in rhythm and I pushed back against his thrust. He continued to assault my pussy, each thrust coming faster and stronger.Then he went rigid. The heat of his sperm splashing the walls inside me and reaching my cervix caught me by surprise. First, I thought he wasn't long enough to hit it and second he just put his seed inside me. A final grunt and thrust and stayed as deep in me as he could. He stayed there a few seconds not moving. The sensation was new to me. I came again as his head quivered ever so slightly inside me. This was by far the best orgasm I'd ever had with a penis, though on reflection Miss Vicki's finger fuck in the park was much better. Then the fear set in. Who was this guy? Did he know me? Would he be back knowing where I live?He pulled out as she spoke again. " Stay in position slut. You need to go," she said to the fat man. The was a little shuffling as he got dressed, the screen door opened and he was gone as the door came to a close. "You were good. You were a better little whore than I expected," she casually talked to me as if I had done something normal as her hand reached behind me. She easily slid two then three fingers into my just fucked hole and wriggled them all around. "Here's your treat, slut," she said pushing those fingers into my mouth as I dropped the money. "Since you came, you get a mixture of semen and your own juices to drink and suck from my fingers. You cried, yet you came at least two times. You really enjoyed being my dirty little whore," she asked. "Miss Vicki," I started then, "Yes ma'am that was scary and degrading and still exciting." She didn't answer. She slipped something around my neck and pulled off the mask. The light hurt my eyes at first then she gave my left nipple a tug. "You may get up now and get the dress back in position. It's time to go" "What do you m" the hand slapped hard in my cheek before I could finish the word mean. It really did hurt, in addition to stunning me "Address me properly or don't speak, slut". I sat up on the Ottoman pulling my dress into place. "I'm sorry Miss Vicki. Please tell me what is going on Miss Vicki, please," I added the last please in as soft and begging a voice as I could. "You're my pet. I needed to know you'd fuck my son and not cause a scene so I had you fuck someone else first. I saw an ad on Craigslist and have emailed back and forth early this morning. His ad said he was generous and I quickly got an idea what he meant." I sat there quiet. No expression. Numb. "That was so much fun to watch. Thank you for being a good slut.Actually, you're truly a whore, taking money to fuck anyone willing to pay. Now we have a little money to splurge on shopping as we really do need to get going." I looked at the money. There were two twenty' and a ten. A man, no a stranger just came into my house and was the first cock in my pussy since before I got married and all I get is filthy fifty dollars. Vicki could see my face and she read it well. "His emails said he was willing to pay two hundred for a young thin girl. I convinced him he would enjoy a fat whore with tight and wet pussy better. He finally agreed but dropped the price he was willing to pay to $100. Since you're my pet and I did the hard part setting it up to sell you, so I'm keeping half. I think I'll keep it that way for now, you get half of any fees exchange hands for your company if I set it up. I own you and you seem to like it. You may keep all of the money if you set it up. I have one rule. If I set it up, you will make yourself available." My head cocked up at this last. If I interpreted her words correctly I would be getting paid again...paid to fuck or be fucked as she set up the arrangements. Not only was she pumping me out, I had to do it on her schedule. "Oh, there's your shoes, grab your purse and let's go. You're driving." Words could not form in my mouth. Hell, thoughts couldn't form properly in my brain. I just got up and did as she asked. I closed the front door and we went to the garage to get in my van. A little bit of cum leaked onto my dress and driver's seat as I sat. A man just paid money to fuck me. Let's be honest, it wasn't even sex, just fucking. No attraction, no kissing, he just wanted my pussy. Though I was a little numb, the thought kinda pleased me. For the first time in my life a man found me sexy just for the lust. Our neighborhood is a suburb about 8-10 miles from downtown. Miss Vicki had me drive to the other side of the city to a mall I've only been to a few times. As we drove, Miss Vicki explained that she enjoyed having me as a pet and didn't want to take any chances meeting someone either of us knew. She also explained that I would need something a little more provacative to wear and I earned it for us with my vagina. She explained that her son would get to know, but he has already been warned against talking to anyone about the plans she had for this evening. It was around 9:30 when we arrived at the Mall and most shops don't open until 10 so I was a little curious why we getting out of my van and heading into the mall. Mall-walking is not my thing, especially in a dress with flip flops. I simply followed her lead and was curious about the next thing she had in store for me. We entered and headed down the right side of the walk with the many stores until we reached the Spencer Gifts store that looked to already be open, though nearly deserted except for two sale girls. This place isn't exactly a porn shop, but it is very nearly that. We looked at a few items as the salesgirls greeted us. Both looked like late teens or early twenties. I looked at a few items, but Miss Vicki seemed to be focused on what she had already picked out. I was led to a rack that was labeled club dresses. The word club may not mean sane thing it meant to me the last time I went dancing. The dresses had hems and sleeves and a hole for the head, but little else. Most were sheer or see through or barely there type items. She selected two dresses, a halter net dress with essentially two large straps of cloth forming a V in front and smaller V in back and a fishnet halter dress. I was a little hesitant as I rarely wear anything that leaves my shoulders bare, heck I usually wear short sleeves to cover my fat arms. Miss Vicki selected a large and an extra-large in both and asked the salesgirl if these could be worn together. The girl cocked an eye questioningly as she obviously didn't understand. I did immediately and was thankful. With no bra or panties neither of these dresses would be decent in public. Together they would almost conceal and reveal enough to get the job done. Miss Vicki also saw that the girl didn't understand the question. So miss Vicki asked it straight out. "I'm sorry Brittney," then she asked, "It is Brittney, right? We're looking for a club dress for my pet here. Neither of these could be worn alone and be decent without wearing something under in public. I don't want her wearing anything underneath the dress. Can she try these on to see which size combination works best and if they cover enough?" I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "Those say club dresses, but are really fantasy wear. Together they might cover up well enough to walk from the car to the club, but I wouldn't count on it for the whole evening." Brittney the asked, "Michelle, can this lady's friend try these on?" The other salesgirl walked over. Brittney got her caught up on what Miss Vicki wanted and even used the name pet to describe me to Michelle instead of friend this time. They both looked at me and lingered a little on the collar around my neck and I am sure I turned bright red, thankfully my red hair and reddish complexion domewhat hid my embarrassment. Michelle looked at me and said, "I doubt it'll work, but sure you can go in there and try it in." I looked over to the small curtain cubicle. When I say small, it was definitely meant to prevent shoplifting. The curtain rod was a little over five feet from the ground and there was almost two feet from bottom of curtain to the ground. "Go ahead My Pet, try them on," Miss Vicki said. I did as told and pulled the curtain closed behind me. I could see all three of them looking at me as I pulled my dress off and let it drop to the floor at my feet. I put on the fishnet halter, then the V one, both extra large. It wasn't quite right. After a trying a few combinations, I settled on the large fishnet with the extra large V dress over it. Miss Vicki agreed as she had me open the curtain each time I had a combination. Luckily for me, the sales girls had gone about their business. Miss Vicki had other plans and escorted me by the arm through the store to seek their approval. I think the first thing Brittney noticed is that I was bare footed. "She's not wearing very much, is she," Brittney asked. Michelle responded, "Maybe it just seems like less since it has to stretch so much to fit around her and her hips are so wide. I mean, you're a pretty lady, so don't take this the wrong way. You carry your weight very well, it's just not too many bigger girls shop in here." I didn't know what to say or do, so I saud nothing. Miss Vicki knew exactly what to do and say. "Well, yes, she is more than a little chubby isn't she. It does seem to cover the important parts though? Gretchen, please turn around," she commanded.I was very obedient and quickly spun around. I hadn't done any modeling before, so I learned that she want me to face away from her not turn all the way around. "No my pet," she responded taking my arm, "turn this way," as she grabbed my arms and spun me around 180 degrees. Michelle was the first to speak. "You can tell she isn't wearing a bra, though it's possible she could be wearing a g-string. The fabric, what there is of it, does cover her ass crack and let's all of the cheeks show" With that comment, Miss Vicki pushed my elbow, while placing her other hand on my hip. I was at least bright enough to bend over, bending at the hips, not the knees. "Definitely no thong, nor can she bend like that and stay decent," added Brittney. "I don't think she'll need to bend over unless I don;t want her to be decent. Yes, this will do just fine." Miss Vicki's words trailed off a little. "May I use one of these tissues?" "Yeah, sure," one of the girls said. Miss Vicki was wiping my exposed labia folds and spreading the lips a little. "Either she's leaking a little juices or my pet has been very well used this morning." I was absolutely mortified as she wiped with the tissue. " We see quite a bit in here, but I think she is showing the most we've seen in a while. What do you think Michelle?" "I haven't been here as long as you Brittney. It's kind of a lot to take in." "It is a lot to see, maybe you'd like my pet to do something for you?" Miss Vicki offered. ""I don't think..." Brittney jumped at the change in conversation, "Come on Michelle, now's your chance. You were just complaining this morning that you've never had a boyfriend go down on you and Todd thinks it's gross. I dare you to ask for it," Brittney challenged. "I couldn't ever do something like that. I am not sure I'd like it or even think I'm clean..." Miss Vicki cut Michelle off, "It's a lovely idea. Gretchen, lay down on your back behind this counter. Michelle you're going to love this. My pet really has a knack for pleasing younger pussy with her tongue. Just pull your pants down and squat over her face and you will be delighted!" "I really couldn't.."Michelle stammered a little. for my part, I got down on my back behind the register. The dress or dresses, well the material doing little to cover any of me as it stretched as I lay down. Brittney chimed in, "it's okay Michelle, no one is here. You can't pass on an opportunity like this. Besides, her dress seems to have ridden up a little." By now, I was on my back, pretty much bare ass on the mat behind the register looking at Brittney pleading with Michelle. I couldn't help thinking about how she would taste. She was so young looking and thin, very thin. Somehow I knew it would happen before it did. Michelle was inching forward with Brittney tugging at her leggings waistband. I guess her leggings and panties were both black as her skin started to appear. As Michelle got over me, Brittney had pulled her leggings down and off one leg over her gym shoe. "What if someone sees me?" It was Michelle's last plea. "Just kneel on the mat, sit on my slut's face. You'll enjoy it and she definitely looks wanting." I guess I had that same glazed look in my eye I had when JT's cock slipped into my ass this morning. The truth was I wanted this girl to squat and place her hairy fuzz on my face. While she didn't trim anyting, she still looked beautiful! I got a great view of her lips as she squatted in the most vulnerable of positions right down on my nose, her knees by my ears and facing toward my feet. Her smell was intoxicating and my tongue darted up between her lips I felt and later learned it was Miss Vicki tugging the top of my dress lower and down my belly. I kept licking and reaching with my tongue on Michelle's young pussy. Soon my dresses were pulled down and up around my fat belly. For all intents and purposes I was nude in the Mall as a young girl rode my face. Michelle sat up straight, tugging on my nipples as she grinded over my mouth. Her hips were bucking wildly as I used my tongue to lap and lick and push as best as I possibly could. I wasn't nearly ready for what happened next. I don't think Michelle was ready either,. Her orgasm was stronger than any I've ever observed and I guess I hit the right spots as she gushed wave after wave or fluid all over my face, into my hair and neck. I was glad the mesh was pulled down, as I was soaked. Her body went limp then convulsed a little nearly smothering me. The pics Miss Vicki showed me later were quite vivid. I later learned I'd done it again. Michelle was younger than I thought and was still only 17. I guess Miss Vicki isn't the only one able to seduce young pretty girls. Michelle was absolutely mortified. She thought she had peer on my face, but Vicki and Brittny both explained girls can gush loads of cum if they relax and are properly stimulated. That was new to me as well. Miss Vicki took the tags off the two dresses she selected and told me to go back to the dressing stall to put my dress back on over both as she would pay. I gave her the fifty dollars from this morning. I was more than a little embarrassed when I got to the checkout counter and Brittney handed the bag to me as Miss Vicki gave the girl the fifty dollars I had made just over an hour ago. My hair was still wet, though I managed to comb it with my fingers a little. As I grabbed the bag Miss Vicki asked me to turn around. I felt something being placed around my neck and it was a two inch wide black leather strap with metal spikes and a ring at the back of my neck. "This proper collar will show that you are my pet. I think I won't need to put the leash on just yet," Miss Vicki cooed. My sundress didn't cover much, but I did feel much more comfortable walking thru the mall with three layers on even with the studded collar. It was still only late morning, but I was starting to get hungry even with the sexual tension and activities this morning. I was glad that she had the same feeling as we headed to the food court. We got a couple of sandwiches and drinks then processed to sit in one of the benches. There weren't too many people eating around 10 AM; it was actually quite secluded which is strange as the food court is very wide open and near the mall entrance. I was allowed to eat my food in peace except instead of discreetly folding my dress under me, Miss Vicki had me flip the back up and sit bare ass on the seat. After we ate, it was time for small powder break before going to the minivan. I was asked for the keys and told to get in the back seat and I also had to remove the dress before getting in. This was a little embarrassing though I managed ok. Miss Vicki took my sundress, the keys, and got in the driver's seat before reappearing the side door. "Turn," that was all Miss Vicki said and I did as told. I felt the cold metal over one wrist, then the other behind my back. To be continued...