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Peace with Honor
by Phil Phantom pp@philphantom.com

***

Mother fights with her daughter with the questionable 
help of her new husband, only to lose her point and end 
up being humiliated. (M/f-teen, Ff, reluc, inc, oral, 
ws)

***

Author Note: Exercise caution and good sense before 
engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any 
exchange of body fluid, even contact with open sores or 
small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, 
bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and 
gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are offered to 
promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. 
Before you try anything, find out what the risks and 
hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, 
and remember - sex with minors should be left to other 
minors. PP

***

Bonnie walked in on a dream and a nightmare, hard to 
tell, for lying nude on her dining table was her very 
sexy sixteen-year-old daughter, wearing only Sony 
Walkman head phones, grooving while Bonnie's brand new 
husband sat in a chair and ate a beaver like a famished 
beaver hunter with beaver thighs clamped to his ears, 
out hunting beaver with no clothes on. Looked like a 
dream, but this was her worst nightmare.

Neither could hear her nor see her. Her daughter Debbie 
had her eyes closed and Greg had a face full of damn 
fine pussy. Bonnie came right up to stand beside Greg 
and just stood there watching a most amazing sight. Sure 
looked good, and the stuff needed to shave that beaver 
was off to the side, no longer needed. Bonnie looked to 
his crotch and saw a wet, limp dick. Fucked her, too - 
damn! Shaved her, fucked her, and now he was eating her. 
She looked like a girl lying in teenage girl Heaven. 
There was nothing on that girl that didn't belong in 
Heaven. Greg never stood a chance.

Bonnie watched several minutes, then had enough, and 
turned off the radio. That got the little bitch's 
attention. She didn't freak. She turned it back on and 
settled back for more. Bonnie thought she might and had 
thought ahead to her next action, which was unplugging 
it and throwing it into the fireplace. Had it actually 
gone in, that would have been great theater, but she was 
way off and threw it into a window that would cost ten 
times more than the radio - damn!

That got Greg's and the beaver's attention. He popped 
out and went wide-eyed at seeing his wife. No husband 
was ever more busted. The girl took the headset off, 
laid it aside, and got up on her elbows with her beaver 
as wide as she could make it. Both heels were at her 
butt, knees flat, making a beaver that commanded eyes 
and held them. This was another one of her god damn 
sexual power plays, and she had some nerve pulling one 
now.

Bonnie had nothing prepared for a bold, vulgar, 
effective, sexual power play like that. Debbie hit the 
fireplace with that one, right dead in the ashes - slam 
dunk. Bonnie had to admit, that when it came to sexual 
power plays, the mother was hopelessly out-matched. She 
and Debbie had always had a love/hate relationship based 
on power struggles that became sexual when Debbie became 
sexually powerful. At sixteen, she was now awesome, knew 
what her strength was, and knew how to use her strength.

This whole scene was staged to be the final showdown in 
a long war with no winners, with the little adversary 
losing all the battles and seemingly growing stronger 
each year, and the bigger more powerful adversary 
winning every battle but growing war weary, losing the 
will to fight battles and wage war. 

The ally she signed on to help wage this war with looked 
whipped and no match for that adversary. He'd be more 
hindrance than help. No battlefield commander needs help 
shaving the enemy. This was the Vietnam War waged on the 
home front - in a home - on the dining table battlefield 
where so many battles had been fought.

There was the battle to say fuck at the dinner table.

There was the battle to eat naked at the dinner table.

There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating at 
the dinner table.

There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating 
with bare feet on the table at the dinner table.

There was the battle to eat naked while masturbating 
with food with bare feet on the table at the dinner 
table.

There was the battle to sit on a stepfather's lap and 
nurse him at the dinner table.

There was the battle to get under the table and suck off 
a stepfather under the dinner table while naked and 
masturbating with food.

These battles were all won by the mother, but not 
without the battle taking its toll or the victory 
accomplishing anything, not when the defeated returns 
the next night and does it again only adding something 
else to fight over and be grounded for eternity for. 

Poor Greg was one battle weary ally after just a few 
family dinners. The call to arms, "Dinner is ready," 
always gave him an erection. He brought his gun with a 
full basic load, but when that sexy naked kid sucked his 
gun off with her mother yelling at her to stop doing 
that to her husband, he knew the war was a hopeless 
cause, a battle of attrition.

He sat there and pumped the enemy full of cum. That'll 
show 'em, and she got grounded for life again. In 
response, her mother got a very nasty kiss, apparently 
French and vulgar. Greg thought Debbie swallowed his 
load, evidently not - not by the look on the Supreme 
Allied Commander's face held in strong enemy hands. 

The enemy sure could kiss, and the commander sure could 
make great disgusted faces while getting her teeth and 
gums white-washed. That girl was in a lot of trouble. 
There would be no dessert for that enemy bitch - not 
after that three-minute kiss.

Not only did she get no dessert, she was sent straight 
to bed. She went straight to the master bed and 
masturbated in the master bed with the master looking on 
and furious, mostly at the husband looking on with 
another loaded gun at the ready like a second-string 
lineman saying, "Send me in, Coach."

This all happened the night before, and that battle was 
never decided. She would not get out of the bed, and the 
wise allied commander wisely decided not to fight any 
battles on the enemy terms with the enemy holding all 
the high ground. No, that commander was not that stupid. 
Her ally was. He was very stupid, and the enemy did make 
that battlefield look awfully inviting.

With the widest beaver she could get into, and while 
playing with her heavy weapon, Debbie teased, "Let's not 
fight. Come to bed. I want you both. Mother, I love the 
way you kiss. I want you to kiss me here...right here, 
right where I pee, above the place where I shit...not 
this hole, and not the one right above it, but right 
here, at this tiny hole. You can nurse on me there while 
your hubby nurses on my perky breasts. I want you both 
to love me. Come to bed."

Greg said while stroking his gun, "Bonnie, what she says 
makes sense. I mean, it's foolish for the three of us to 
be fighting. We should all get along and learn to love 
one another. We're family. We should get in the bed and 
love her."

Bonnie was not about to fall for the old "love me" ploy, 
but she could see that her comrade had. Bonnie 
disengaged and called out from the door, "Come, Greg... 
Greg... GREG! God damnit, Gregory! You get your ass out 
of there, right god damn now! I MEAN IT!"

They left, but this battle was not over. The enemy was 
waiting for a response and Greg was wondering what it 
might be, but that pussy sure looked good like that. 
Together they studied that pussy. That was one very sexy 
pussy. The commander had to agree.

Bonnie finally said, "All right, Debbie, you've made 
your point. We all know who has the lovelier pussy, the 
sexier pussy, the younger pussy, the tighter pussy, and 
now the pussy with the fewest pubic hairs to hide it's 
near pussy perfection appearance. You do have a very 
lovely pussy between two very sexy legs. 

"I am not up to any more sexual power plays. I cannot 
compete with pussy that young and that sexy. I'm sure 
that is the point you want to get across. You did. Now, 
please put it away and get down off my dining table. 
Let's all sit down like mature adults and talk peace."

She smiled and said, "I would like that, but before we 
talk peace, I would like to explore this pussy issue in 
greater depth. I wanted a second opinion, and you did 
back up everything your husband said about this pussy. 
There is one thing you neglected to mention. I'd like a 
second opinion on that."

Bonnie took a deep breath of air and let it out as slow 
frustration, then folded her arms and said, "What?"

"You never said how my pussy tastes. Your husband says 
this is the ultimate in eating pussy, pussy that is fit 
to eat - eating pussy. I'd like to know what you think."

"Debrah, please don't do this. I do not want to fight 
with you anymore. I know he had sex with you, and I know 
he will have sex with you any time you offer him this 
far superior pussy. Greg would be a fool not to, and I 
know he is no fool. I am waving the white flag. I will 
not stand in his way, nor yours. Honey, you mother is 
whipped. I am symbolically kissing your ass on my knees. 
Please don't make me lick your pussy, too."

"You can sit and do it. [Greg got up and offered Bonnie 
his seat] I don't want you to kneel. I don't want you to 
symbolically kiss anything on me - not symbolically. 
When we talk peace, we can discuss how and what you will 
lick and kiss. Right now, all I want is a second opinion 
on how my pussy tastes."

Bonnie plopped down in the seat, because she needed a 
seat. Now, she had to talk right over the subject pussy 
as she said, "Debbie, why must you humiliate me this 
way?"

"Humiliate you! Mom, I'm shocked. Humiliate? Do you 
think my pussy is so revolting and disgusting that 
placing your face in it is an act of humiliation? Do you 
think this is some sort of sexual power play intended to 
put you in your place once and for all so that we can 
get along like the best of friends as we really are and 
should be, each knowing her place, happy in her place, 
loving her place, because in the absence of all 
conflict, there will be nothing but love and affection 
between us, mother and daughter, best friends, lovers, 
soul mates. 

"Is that what you're thinking, Mom, that I have to be 
the lover on top, and that you must be the lover on her 
knees kissing what I please. Are you seeing some sort of 
grand power play when you look into my wide open cunt."

It was after she used her hands to make it one. That 
spelled out the surrender terms nicely, much like the 
French kiss after a blowjob. That took some mulling 
over, but Debbie did paint a pleasant picture of the two 
of them getting along in peace and harmony, and what was 
there on Debbie that Bonnie wouldn't kneel and kiss to 
please her - certainly nothing within the lips of her 
cunt. Even the asshole looked pretty damn good. The 
full-of-herself bitch did not have a nasty place on her.

So, with that in mind, Bonnie came in and delivered a 
series of pussy licks and one good, three-minute, deep, 
face-full-in-the-cunt, pressing hard and grinding, 
French-kiss in the fuck hole for good measure, then sat 
back with a wet smile and said, "That is a very tasty 
pussy, a good eating pussy."

"If you really mean that, you must want to suck on it."

Bonnie half expected she might want to get off after a 
French-kiss like that, so she came in and took a big 
mouthful of clit and began doing the sucking and clit-
tongue wrestle thing. She thought she was doing great 
until her mouth filled with warm piss.

That froze her in mid-suck with a bug-eyed expression 
like, [HOW FUCKING DARE YOU PISS IN MY MOUTH AT A TIME 
LIKE THIS! I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HUMILIATED AND DISGUSTED 
IN ALL MY LIFE. I HAVE A GOOD MIND TO... TO...]

"Mother, you now have a mouthful of your pride in liquid 
form, and you have two choices. That bulging mouthful of 
my piss symbolically represents all of your pride, every 
drop you got, all in your mouth. Now, you can 
demonstrate your pride by spitting it all in my face and 
slapping my impudent cunt, which will start World War 
III... OR, you can opt for peace with honor by simply 
swallowing your pride, every ounce, every drop while the 
world looks on. 

"I am assuming that Greg and I are your world. Any pride 
will only get in the way of our continued relations from 
here on. We are looking on to see what you will do with 
a mouthful of my piss. Well, what's it gonna be - 
pleasant peace or TOTAL ALL-OUT WAR?"

She did have a way with words, and her piss wasn't all 
that bad, so with the world looking on, the great and 
mighty United States of America gulped down several 
swallows of Ho Che Minh piss, and the whole world went, 
"WOW! I thought for sure Lady Liberty was going to nuke 
that little sandal-shuffling, rice-propelled, paddy-
plodding, pig farmer and turn his country into a toxic 
waste dump for the free world. Fuck! Now, what are we 
going to do with all of this toxic waste. Shit, may as 
well give it to Uncle Sam. That prideless motherfucker 
will eat anything."

Yes, Debbie and Greg were astonished, but she did 
swallow all of her pride, and with all of that out of 
the way, Debbie felt free to relax and enjoy a leisurely 
piss in her mother's mouth while enjoying a good suck 
job. Too bad the radio was broke...but, maybe it wasn't. 
The curtain absorbed much of the impact and kept the 
radio indoors. Debbie said, "Hey, Greg, get the radio 
and let me see if it still works. If it don't, put it up 
her ass."

Damn thing didn't work, but he did manage to get it all 
up his wife's ass. Bonnie was so glad she went for the 
ultra-compact Sony Walkman instead of the Toshiba 
Bombastic Boom Box. That would have really hurt, but 
don't you know she would have still pulled her cheeks 
apart for it, because that woman had no pride, only 
peace with honor.

                 The End

Is Phil Phantom a disgruntled grunt U.S. Army veteran of 
the Vietnam War? Could be.  Read other stories by the 
same author by visiting Phantom Base at: 
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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