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Dirty Shorts 1: Yvette and her Mom
by Renata von Foetze (von_foetze@mail.com)

***

A woman comes home from college to protect her mom, 
turning her into a slut and lover, as they start their 
own business. (FF, inc, prost)

***

I came home from college after my sophomore year. I 
received a phone call from my father to tell me that 
he hadn't any money for my classes next year. I needed 
to find out what was going on at home.

I walked in the door to be greeted by my Mom. She 
looked so unhappy and was dressed in some raggedy 
clothes. "What's the matter Mom, you look horrible. Is 
Dad being a shit again?"

"He's much worse than ever. Let's go into your room 
and I'll tell you all about it."

Mom acted rather more submissively than I could 
remember as she followed me into my room. I threw my 
bags on the floor and sat on my bed. "Okay, tell me 
what's going on."

To my surprise, she knelt on the floor in front of me. 
"I don't know where to start. He beats me when he 
doesn't like the food I prepare, but he gives me so 
little money I cannot afford good cuts of meat. Look 
at what I wear. All my clothes are like this. I'm 
embarrassed to go out anywhere. And we hardly have 
loving sex anymore plus he has taken all my toys 
away."

She took off her shirt and showed me the bruises on 
her upper arms, belly and tits. It really pissed me 
off. "So what is the old bastard done with all the 
money and why are you kneeling like that?"

"Sorry, he always insists I kneel in front of him 
unless I/m cooking or house cleaning or having sex 
with him. As for the money, he spends most of it on 
whores that he calls his girlfriends. Wait until you 
see his new car. When he can't find one of the whores– 
none seem to last very long – he comes home and 
practically rapes me. He is very rough with me too."

"Poor Mom, we will take care of this, but you have to 
do what I say, okay?"

"Yes dear, you always were the strong one."

"Alright, for openers put my things away. Then you can 
prepare a bath for us."

Mom's attitude changed immediately and she smiled for 
the first time. "Yes, dear, I'm so happy to have you 
home again."

I watched as she opened my suitcases and began to lay 
out my clothes. I had her make three piles; one for 
the wash, one for the dry cleaners and the rest to put 
away. When she was done, I kissed her deeply on her 
lips, stripped her clothes off and sucked on her 
nipples. That always helped to calm her down in the 
past. Then she trotted into the bathroom and I could 
hear the tub filling with water.

I took off my clothes and threw them in the pile to be 
washed. I examined myself in the vanity mirror and was 
satisfied. I thought about my parents. Mom had me when 
she was seventeen. My father, who was twenty-six, 
married her when Gramps showed up with his shot gun. 
Now I'm nineteen and Mom is still young at thirty-six.
  
We could pass as sisters; we look so much alike except 
she is thinner than I am and with smaller tits. She's 
still nice to look at and would look better with a few 
extra pounds. I heard the water stopped running so I 
went into the bathroom. Mom was waiting by the tub for 
me. She helped me into the hot water before she began 
to wash me. She is so tender with me that I soon began 
to calm down and relax.

When she finished doing me, I helped her into the tub 
to sit in front of me so I could wash her hair and her 
back like we did when I was younger. When I began to 
wash her tits, she loudly sighed and leaned back on 
me.
 
I used to love when we washed each other like this. I 
washed her tummy then her pussy and ass. She had to 
stand up so I could wash her legs and feet. I could 
never find a male or female to do this with me in 
college. Such was the pity.

She stepped out, grabbed a towel and patted herself 
dry before she grabbed another towel and held it up 
for me to step in to. She was just as tender when she 
dried me. It made me feel like a little girl again. 
She added little butterfly kisses as she worked.
 
I wrapped my head and hair in another towel before we 
went into the hall. "I could use a cup of tea about 
now; how about you, Mom?"

"Sure, Honey, let's go in the kitchen. I want to be 
able to see and touch you, just to be sure that you're 
really here."

We just reached the kitchen entry when the front door 
opened with a bang. It was Dad. "What the fuck is 
going on here? What are you doing home?"

I stood my ground with arms akimbo. "You cut me off 
you son of a bitch. What do you want?"

"I need to talk to that bitch of wife about my lunch?"

Mom cowered behind me and looked at Dad from over my 
shoulder. I could feel her body tremble against mine. 
For some reason she had each of her hands covering my 
tits. "Sorry, you old stupid sack of shit, but Mom is 
my bitch now. You can just get the hell out of here. 
Hmm, wait a second. You can sign that new car over to 
me and leave us a couple thousand dollars."

He looked really pissed now and raised a fist. "You're 
out of your mind, you dumb cunt."

I smirked at him. "Ooh, that was not very nice. That 
will cost you extra. Make it closer to five grand and 
if you don't do as I say, I will bring the cops and a 
lawyer down on you for abusing my poor mother. I 
guarantee you will pay. Now, you can go find a new 
slut for yourself."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and said, "Gladly, 
that skinny old bag was useless anyway. You give me 
the keys to your car, I'll give you mine and I'll be 
out of here for good."

I smiled sweetly. "That's much better. Mom and I will 
pack your clothes and stuff and when you bring the 
money, you can pick them up. Have a nice day."
 
Mom never let me go, but giggled in my ear as he 
stomped outside. I turned to face her and we kissed. 
"Okay, you can make us that tea now. When we sit down, 
I'll explain how this will work in the future. We will 
need some income."

When the water boiled, Mom made tea in the teapot and 
we let it steep for a minute or so. "Can you get a 
good enough job without your degree, sweetie? I guess 
I can find some kind of job but I don't want to work 
in some fast food joint."

I chuckled and gave Mom a loving smile. "We're going 
to make money the way I did in college, Mom."

She put out a plate filled with slices of coffee cake 
and crumb buns. Then sat down and looked into my eyes. 
"I didn't know you worked while in college. What did 
you do?"

I giggled and said, "I sold my body. It's the best and 
easiest way to make good money when you have few 
skills. But if we do it right, we can make lots of 
money. But first I want to explain our daily schedule. 
I like to sleep late, so we'll see if we can get some 
regular clients for you early in the morning. You'll 
have to pull your weight."

She was visibly shocked. "B…but honey, you can't mean 
it, can you?"

I shrugged. "Of course I do. I wasn't just blowing 
smoke when I told that old fart that you were my bitch 
now. We'll get along just fine and happy as long as 
you do as I say, or you can go back to your shithead 
of a husband. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you.

Her features softened and her body relaxed. "Okay 
baby, I'll do anything for you and I'm sure I'll be 
happy to be your bitch. What comes after the early 
morning shift?"

"You can clean up and make breakfast. I like breakfast 
served in bed and have my pussy licked while I eat. 
Can you handle that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

That made me giggle and I said, "Oh Mom, don't be 
silly. You don't have to call me that. Use my business 
name – Yvette. Hmm, we'll need a name for you as well. 
Helen is too dull. Do you like Savannah?"

"Uh huh."

"Fine. After breakfast, you can bathe me and if you're 
a good slut, I will bathe you as well. I think we 
might try to sell a mother-daughter scenario before 
lunch. Or if nothing is going on, we can go shopping.  
After lunch, we can try to get as many clients as we 
get until five or six. Then you can make dinner. 
Evenings we can cruise for more clients. If it's too 
slow, we can make love to each other."

"I'll do whatever you say, Yvette."

"Of course you will, unless we have a good paying 
customer, you will sleep with me at night. For the 
rest of today, we need to buy some righteous clothes, 
make-up and other things, like condoms. Although I 
think I might prefer you to go naked when we're alone 
at home."

"Whatever you say works for me Yvette, but how do we 
get clients?"

"We'll have to start spreading the word around as soon 
as we can. I think if we wear our new slut outfits and 
hit a few bars tonight; we will get a few very soon. 
Tell me something. Did you ever suck off the old fart? 
You did? Good, did he fuck your ass too? No? Oh damn, 
I'll have to prepare you for that. Perhaps, we can 
charge extra to let someone bust your ass cherry."

***

Kathy, I mean Yvette knew what she was talking about. 
We went out after lunch to some stores I never knew 
existed. She bought us real slutty clothes. We each 
got three different colored skirts that barely covered 
our ass, plus one red, one black and one white big 
hole stretch fishnet chemise with off the shoulder 
styling, trimmed with satin spandex, plus a black 
fishnet front with lace up bust chemise with a halter 
top and open lace up back. It was almost like I was 
naked but I loved it.

Next we went to another store where she bought us all 
kinds of sexy stockings the likes of which I never 
owned before, plus we each now have two pairs of what 
Yvette called 'fuck me' shoes.
 
She laughed when she bought me a tiny black 
transparent halter French maid outfit with apron, 
maid's hat, a feather tickler and six inch stiletto 
heels. She said it was for when I was to be her maid. 
It will take me a few days to learn how to walk in 
those shoes, but I laughed too. It was all so 
exciting.

That evening we went to a half dozen bars and clubs in 
one of the chemise and skirt outfits. Yvette did my 
make up. It included lots of eye makeup and fake 
thick, long lashes. I don't know how many clients she 
lined up for the next few days. Four guys came home 
with us. I gave one guy a blow job while Yvette gave 
me instructions as she blew a guy right next to me.
 
Then all four fucked both of us before they left. They 
were so young and had such stamina. Thank heaven 
Yvette bought some lubrication for me. I was relieved 
none of them want to fuck my ass.
 
When they left, Yvette was not near as excited as I 
was. She complained that we only made eight hundred 
dollars after two hours of sex the likes of which I 
have never known before, but I think I like it - a 
lot.

Business was pretty steady after that. I got a wild 
kick one afternoon when she tied my wrists and ankles 
to the four corners of my bed. I was naked and 
blindfolded. In four hours I was fucked at least six 
times, plus two or three times in my mouth and my tits 
were sore from all the sucking they received. I could 
hear her sucking and fucking in the other bed.

By the second month she said we could take Sundays and 
Mondays off each week. To celebrate we had our nipples 
pierced with gold rings. I couldn't believe how 
sensitive it made my tits. Every morning, when she 
woke up, she would suckle on one my tits until I had 
an orgasm. She's a most wonderful daughter.

After the sixth or seventh month, we gave the house 
and car back to my stupid ex-husband. We bought a more 
expensive car and a beautiful home on a large lot on a 
very quiet street. We began to charge more money with 
a much better clientele. We needed fewer clients 
because we charged them a lot more to spend an hour or 
so with two hot slutty whores. That was how Yvette put 
it.

I love my daughter and joyfully do as she tells me. 
She always takes good care of me. Oh I forgot to 
mention, we each have a maid of our own now. Wearing a 
little costume like Yvette bought for me. They don't 
service customers but both certainly know how to 
properly lick a pussy.

THE END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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