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Subject: {ASSM} "Drop"  by deirdre  (MF, FF, sm, ds, anal, incest?) -- rp by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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Drop  (MF, FF, sm, ds, anal, incest?)

by deirdre


*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." We will soon announce a "deirdre-fest" for this Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

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Date: Sun, 24 Apr 1994 23:10:59 UTC

Drop by deirdre

Mom had been going out with Ken for over two years when things started
to go wrong. I could tell Mom was upset, and she tended to pay
attention to the phone a lot even though Ken never called. Finally Mom
heard that Ken was dating a woman in her early twenties named Darla.

To say Mom was broken up by it would be an understatement. I
continually found her sitting somewhere in the house staring, often
with tears in her eyes. She never went out and I ended up doing not
only the cooking but the grocery shopping as well. Finally I convinced
Mom to come out with me to the movies one evening. I was sure a rousing
movie would take her mind off things, but that night turned out to be
the worst night yet: we saw Darla and Ken before the movie began. I
immediately saw Mom needed to get back home so we didn't even make it
to the film.

Mom was inconsolable that evening, but at least she was talking to me.
I pushed some wine on her and encouraged her to talk on, feeling maybe
she could put some of this behind her. She was in bad shape: she talked
about Ken and how she would never find another man like him, and Darla,
whom she never could compete with, and herself, who had nothing to
offer and had blown things herself by being to demanding. She went on
and on about how perfect Darla was, and I have to admit, Darla is
definitely a knockout. She talked about Darla's stylish clothes, and it
is true that Darla is always dressed to kill--she is obviously stylish
and wears only the best, and manages to look sexy as hell at the same
time. Now Mom is quite good looking and doesn't look her 40+ years,
though she is a bit skinny and she tends to dress in conservative
outfits that make her look like a stick of wood. But it bothered me
that she was so down on herself--that all she could do was talk about
how perfect Ken and Darla were and about her own shortcomings. So I
tried to turn her despair into anger--to uncover the part of her that
would give her some spirit, hoping it might help her get along with her
own life sooner. As we sat there together, drinking wine, I tried to
rile her up about Darla and Ken. I told her she was worth ten Darlas
and Darla deserved nothing but her contempt. I asked her what she would
like to see happen to Darla. Upon her confusion, I suggested she might
like to see Darla get her face slapped by Ken. This finally seemed to
spark Mom's darker side--I could finally see a glint come into her eyes
as she sat there contemplating that image. I asked her again what she
would like to see and she said yes, she would like to see Darla get her
face slapped. At my encouragement, she went on and said she'd like to
see Darla whipped. I was encouraged, but also taken aback at what I had
released in Mom. Then she topped that by saying she'd like to take a
belt to Darla's bare ass herself! She went on: she'd like to see Darla
for the slut she is--to see her suck a man's cock-- then take him in
her ass. She'd like Darla to kneel down and kiss Mom's own feet, to
lick Mom on command, nude with her hands tied behind her.

Well, this was more than I bargained for--I was in shock. I asked Mom
where she had ever gotten ideas like that. Mom finally seemed to notice
my shock and I actually saw a hint of amusement on her face. She told
me that my Dad (whom she divorced when I was two) was interested in
things like that. Upon my horror-stricken expression, she said I
shouldn't assume my parents are such prudes and no, she had never done
anything like that with my Dad--she was just aware of what Dad liked
from the erotica that he favored some of which she had looked at out of
curiosity.

Well Mom calmed me down and we sat and talked most of the night. The
next day another problem presenteditself: Mom and Ken had been planning
a vacation to a resort for a week and Mom had already paid for the
plane tickets and hotel--and they were non-refundable. Mom said she had
been thinking of offering the tickets to Ken, but now she had decided
to do Ken and Darla no favors. She suggested I come with her.

Obviously, the sleeping arrangements were going to be for a couple and
I brought this up with Mom. She said there might well be two beds in
the room, and anyhow, we were flesh and blood. I told her the hotel
people might think it strange. After a little thought, she suggested
that we not tell anyone that we were mother and son! I said people
would assume we were a couple. I guess my embarrassment showed because
she laughed at me and said if I didn't mind, it would ease her
embarrassment to have a stand-in boyfriend! I was amazed, but a week of
swimming and sun and palling around with my own mom sounded good, so I
went along with it. By the time we were ready to leave, Mom convinced
me to call her by her first name, Susan. I actually began to look
forward to acting like a couple with my own mom--it seemed like a good
laugh! Mom looked older than me, but she still looked really
good--people would assume I had won over an older woman. And I could
see no reason why it would be any trouble at all to have a stand-in
girlfriend for a week.

Well, the second day of our trip, I found a reason. Her name was
Charlotte and I met her at the hotel swimming pool. She was the most
beautiful girl I had ever seen, with a body like heaven--the first time
I saw here was in her bikini. And we hit it off immediately! We swam
and talked all morning, then sat down together by the pool to enjoy a
drink. The next day she was at the pool again, and I could tell she was
glad to see me. I couldn't believe my luck in finding her! But later
that day when I was sitting with her, Susan (Mom) came by, obviously to
talk about our plans for the evening. She actually said only a little,
seeming to realize saying too much would ruin things for me, but
Charlotte picked up on it and seemed hurt and disappointed. I couldn't
think what to tell her. I started talking, and listened to myself
explain that I was vacationing with Susan who had just been dumped and
there was absolutely nothing between us but friendship. Later I
realized I should have told the whole truth...or said Susan was my
sister, but at the time I was too desperate to think straight.
Charlotte still looked hurt and unbelieving and I could tell she was
ready to leave. In desperation I told her that if anything was going on
between Susan and me, that Susan wouldn't let me spend my day with
Charlotte, then non-chalantly walk up to talk with us. I could see that
gave Charlotte pause and I knew I had won her back.

Charlotte immediately wanted to know about Susan's troubles and I told
her the basic story, obviously leaving out a few details here and
there. Then Charlotte surprised me: she asked why I hadn't had sex with
Susan! I told her we were friends and were going to stay that way, and
that my interests were definitely elsewhere. But Charlotte said I
should have at least made a pass at her or had a one-night stand with
her just to help her confidence. I couldn't believe it! Charlotte
actually acted like I was a jerk if I wouldn't offer to go have sex
with Susan just for one night! She said it would be unnatural for me
not to develop an interest when I was rooming with her--and it would
hurt Susan's self-esteem if I never slipped and revealed that interest.
Well I certainly avoided promising anything.

Charlotte took a lot of interest in Susan--she joined us for dinner,
and the next day, she took Susan clothes-shopping to give Susan a
little style. I started out sitting with them as they tried on clothes,
acting like a couple of schoolgirls. But despite some obviously
beautiful sights, I got bored and went back to the hotel pool. I was in
for a shock, because when they came to the pool, Susan was in a bikini
that they had just bought, and she looked hot! She noticed my reaction
and actually flirted with me a bit! That night, we all ate dinner
together again, and again Susan wore an outfit that just knocked me
out! After that, Charlotte and I went for a walk and a drink, and
believe it or not, she got on the subject of my having sex with Susan
again and told me I should do it. I told her that women didn't like
one-night stands and would be expecting a relationship to come from it.
Charlotte said that was a stereotypical view of women and that Susan
was certainly beyond that! I was running out of arguments! It made me
wonder whether Charlotte had any real interest in me at all, but that
fear was put to rest later than evening when we made love for the first
time, and I must say it was heavenly!

Well, the next day Charlotte hadn't forgotten her mission. She wanted
to know if I'd made my play for Susan, then reminded me of my "duty"!
When I still refused to consider the idea, she started looking
thoughtful and I started feeling suspicious. That night, the three of
us ate dinner together again, and after dinner, Charlotte invited both
Susan and me to her room for drinks. That amazed me and I got an
uncomfortable feeling about what Charlotte might be up to, but I went
along with it. Charlotte ordered Champagne, which we all shared. After
a while, she turned the conversation to sex, and how sexy Susan was!
She also pulled me into a kiss. Susan looked like she felt she ought to
leave, but then Charlotte told her I was definitely hot for her. I'm
sure I blushed something awful, but to my surprise, Susan looked
amused! Then Susan approached Charlotte and said to her "Do *you* think
I'm sexy?" Charlotte said of course she did. I noticed that Susan still
looked amused at the course of events. "Do you think my body is sexy?"
she asked Charlotte, slowly running her hands up her own body to her
breasts! Charlotte stared speechless! Then Susan leaned over and kissed
her on the lips! Before they broke the kiss, Susan had started pulling
Charlotte's clothes off, and started massaging Charlotte's breasts!
Charlotte was sitting there in stunned ecstasy, her mouth hanging open
in surprise, and her breathing growing heavier. Susan's hands started
wondering over Charlotte's naked body, and soon one was on Charlotte's
ass. I was in a daze! Then Susan told me to get in front of Charlotte's
face, and unzip my pants! I did as she said, and in seconds Charlotte
was sucking on my cock! Susan had her hand between Charlotte's legs and
Charlotte breathed harder and harder, but it seemed to drive her to try
to take my cock further and further into her mouth. Susan pulled my
belt out of my pants, doubled it, then told Charlotte, who was
obviously about to come, that she was going to be whipped on the ass!
Then she got up and did it! Charlotte kept breathing harder and harder
and I was just about to come. But before we came, Susan pulled me away,
drew me around behind Charlotte and told me to take her in the ass. At
my reluctance, she plunged two wetted fingers into Charlotte's rear
hole, making Charlotte almost go crazy, then told me to go to it! Well,
I lubricated myself from Charlotte's pussy, then put my cock at her
rear hole and plunge in! Susan had gone back around by Charlotte's head
and had Charlotte licking her feet! Then Susan took Charlotte's panties
and used them to tie her hands together behind her. Then she stripped
and ordered Charlotte to lick her slit! I was still plunging away in
Charlotte's ass. Soon I was coming, and I could feel Charlotte's body
shuddering as she climaxed at the same time. Susan kept her licking
though until Susan could come too.

The rest of the night, Charlotte did everything Susan and I desired of
her, and every night for the rest of the week was the same! We even had
some afternoon sessions, one time driving out into the country until we
found a deserted spot to have our way with Charlotte in the great
outdoors! At the end of the week, Charlotte invited us to go back to
her house, and we discovered that she was wealthy. She thought nothing
of paying our way over. We went and visited her parents in their house
which was a veritable mansion, then joined Charlotte in her own
apartment in the city. We have been living here ever since--Susan got
rid of her own house and we found jobs here. Charlotte mostly stays in
the apartment, nude and ready to do what we wish. She gets whipped
every day and Susan insists I take her ass every day. Often Susan and I
sit nude in the living room watching TV, next to each other on the
couch, with Charlotte sucking one of us off, then the other. Susan and
I will sit with our bodies touching, put our arms around each other,
and even kiss a bit, but nothing has gone beyond that though sometimes
I get the feeling Susan is actually willing.


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