Copyright (c) 1997, Phil Phantom, ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. "Birds and Bees Phase Two" By: Phil Phantom Emily Drew placed the car in park, then turned to her fifteen-year-old daughter, Darlene and said, "Don't you just love the property in the fall. The colors scream out and it's so peaceful with no one here." "Yeah, but the pond sure doesn't look inviting with all that leafy crud on it. I sure don't feel like swimming. So, are you going to tell me, now, why we drove all the way out here to talk." "Yes. This won't be easy for me, Darlene. We have to have that talk all mothers dread and most avoid." "We already had that talk last year." "No, I'm talking about Birds and Bees Part II." "There's a part two?" "I'm afraid so, and it's a doozie. Like I said, most mothers never get started. I was trying to put it off until your sixteenth birthday. When we bumped into each other in the hall after you came from the shower, I knew we needed to talk right away. You have truly blossomed in the past year. You're now a fully fledged woman, and your breasts are almost as big as mine. I think you're ready for a C-cup." Darlene turned seven shades of red and said, "God, that was so embarrassing. I thought no one was home. I heard your car leave." "I forgot something. That's neither here nor there. If we'd been a more sexually open and less inhibited family, I wouldn't have stared so openly with my mouth open. I can only imagine what you were thinking. I guess you thought I was perverted, one of 'those' women the way I stared at your breasts and crotch." Darlene added another three shades of red and said, "I'd never think that. I was afraid you thought I was showing myself on purpose, because I just stood there and didn't cover up. I was afraid you brought me out here to tell me how nasty I was." "I thought no such thing." "Well, I sure felt nasty afterwards. So...what are we going to talk about?" "Sex, the down and dirty facts of life, the things every woman needs to know about men, or boys in your case." "This is going to be embarrassing. Mom, if you don't want to do this, you don't have to. Debbie Stevens showed me a book her parents have. It's like a sex encyclopedia. It even has drawings. I sorta know all that stuff." "I'm sure you do, but that's not what we're here to discuss." Emily paused to stare at the large pond, then faced Darlene to say, "God, this is so hard getting started. The language alone seems impossible. Sweetheart, you're going to hear me use words you've never heard me say. I'm sure you've heard them, but I might use a term you've either never heard or never understood. It's impossible to discuss this subject without using the gutter language that goes with it. Promise me you'll stop and ask questions if you hear something that needs clarification. Will you promise?" "Yeah, I guess, but I think I've heard all the words, and I'm pretty sure I know what everything means. You're talking about the 'F' word, the 'P' word, the two 'C' words, and the 'D' word aren't you? You can just use the letters if you want." "I'm talking about fuck, pussy, cock, cunt, and dick. I'm also talking about twats, assholes, tits, clits, pricks, cum, jism, spunk, slimy fuck sauce, cunt licking, cock sucking, and butt fucking. Good Lord, now my face is burning red! At least I got that part over with. There's more, but that's just what popped off the top of my head." Darlene sat in stunned silence with her mouth open, but slowly expelled a long breath and said, "Wow! I never thought I'd hear any of those words from you. Debbie uses them all, too much, if you ask me." "Then I don't need to explain any of those terms?" "No. I know about all those." "Good, because I'll be using them frequently during this talk. Those terms fit the subject matter, so I won't try to make this sound nice and clinical. Sweetheart, last time we talked about the act of procreation, making love. We talked about sex as part of romance and a loving relationship. Making love to make a baby for two loving people is sweet and beautiful. I would have no qualms about letting you watch a video of me and your father creating you. It was absolutely beautiful and in no way nasty. I thought you'd like to know." "That's great. Thanks for sharing that." "You were our first, and you were conceived on our honeymoon. We poured our love for each other into you, and maybe that's why you came out so perfect. You really are, Darlene. You've never been a lick of trouble. You get straight A's and you help around the house. And you are an exceptionally lovely and beautiful person. Now, we can add sexy. Yes, Darlene, you are sexy beyond words. You have no idea how sexy you are, and how you drive the males in our family right up a wall." "Mom, you're embarrassing me. I'm not trying to be sexy." "You don't have to try. That's the point. Everything you do is sexy. You walk sexy, you eat sexy, you lounge around the house in skimpy clothing having no idea why you're always looking up or over to find eyes on your intimate skin. You've noticed that, haven't you?" "Of course, but I don't show intimate skin on purpose. You don't think I tease Brad and Scott on purpose, do you?" "I see you left out the worst offender, your father. You left me out, too, for that matter. No, it's all right. I'll admit it. I look. Maybe I'm the worst offender. I won't make excuses. It's natural for one female to look at another. Can you tell me that if you see a girl or woman sitting in an unladylike pose, showing her panties, or possibly a naked pussy, you don't look?" "Yeah, I'll look if nobody can see I'm looking." "I'm the same way, only I don't worry too much about being caught looking at home. It's only when you catch me that I feel odd. Perhaps this talk will help clear the air. I'm not queer for you, Darlene, but I do appreciate and envy your youthful beauty." "I never thought you were, Mom. Honest. That thought never crossed my mind." "Well, it should have. It is possible. I am, in fact, bisexual. I have had sex with other women, and enjoyed it." "Mom! Are you serious?" "I am dead serious. Sweetheart, you're going to learn things about me that will blow your mind. You're going to learn things about your father that will blow you away. You only know part of us. The other part has been hidden from you. One of the reasons we have to have this talk now, is that things are closing in on you from every direction. I know of three men in your life who are actively trying to seduce you. All three are getting close." "Who?" "Debbie's father, for one; your drama teacher, Mr. Clark; and the man you babysit for, Luke Stoner. No, don't bother with denials. I know the signs. I've been right where you are now. I was too cute and innocent for my own good, just as you are. My first six sex partners were all adult men, and they all scored one after the other just before I turned sixteen. It's like we Peterson women suddenly wake up one day with a sign on our ass that says, 'Fuck me!'" "It sure is strange hearing you use the 'F' word. I guess I'll get used to it, but it is strange." "Use the words, not the letters, and you'll make this easier on both of us." "Okay, I'll try. Well, to tell you the truth, those guys have been acting pretty strange lately. Is there something I need to do differently?" "You need to have your eyes open and be aware. You need to see what's going on around you. You need knowledge about sex and men in general, something I didn't have. My mother never even told me about the birds and bees part one. I was easy pickin's." "Wow, I thought Dad was your first? I knew you'd been raped, but I thought he was your first lover." "He was my first lover. I didn't love those other men. I was used by them. I felt used. Granted, I look back on some of those experiences as thrilling events, but it was raw sex, no love. Some were pretty bad, and I wish I knew then how I could have delt with them. I want you to have that knowledge. We're going to start with men." "Why, I don't want to do anything with men?" "Yes, but they want you; besides, if you know men, you know boys. Men are just bigger boys where sex is concerned. They never outgrow their childhood fascination with female anatomy and the dirty aspects of sex. Men prefer that sex be dirty. Sure, they'll make love to win a woman over; but once they have her, they only want to fuck her." "Is Daddy that way, too?" "Oh, yes. I think the last time we made love was to conceive you. After that, it has been down and dirty fucking. If you want to attract and keep a good man, give him sex the way he wants it. Your father is a great provider and a handsome devil besides. He's a good father, as well. He'd be a hard man to keep home, keep in a marriage, or to live out one's life with. I've managed by satisfying his every sexual desire anytime he's in the mood." "If you don't mind me asking, what kind of stuff does he want you to do?" "We'll talk specifics later. Suffice it to say, he is the quintessential male in that he wants his cake, and he wants to eat it too." "I've heard that expression, but I'm not sure what it means." "Picture this beautiful birthday cake, richly decorated with your name on it, candles and all. You'd love to save it, but you also want to eat it. We women don't think much about that. We cut the cake and start serving our friends. Boys want to keep it to themselves, untouched; but they want to eat it just as badly. They want their cake, and they want to eat it too." "Okay, I get it. So that's why Daddy always gets two cakes." "Yes, his mother started doing that when he was very little. Your father has a bad case of wanting things both ways, and it extends to his sex life. He wants the perfect wife and mother, a true lady in every way; but he also wants a raging slut in the bedroom. Most men are like that to some degree; but again, your father has it bad. As pure and clean as I appear outside the bedroom, I am filthy dirty inside. You would be shocked speechless if you ever saw how we behave, or knew what we talk about." "Wow, this is so far out. I just can't imagine." "I know it's hard for children to see their parents as sexual beings, but we're no different than any other loving couple that makes a marriage work. If you want the truth, we are both very horny people, and we seem to be getting hornier with age." "Wow, Mom, this really is a frank talk. It's kinda neat once you get used to it, though. By the way, I'm not one of those who can't picture her parents being sexual beings. We know you guys are horny. We think it's neat having horny parents. Brad and Scott do, I know. I act embarrassed when you guys suddenly dash off to the bedroom, but I think it's neat, too." "I'm happy to hear that. I think we have a healthy and vigorous sex life. We fuck every day, sometimes four or five times in a single day. Your father fucked me right before we left. His cum is leaking out of my cunt as we speak. I see you're shocked." "Well, yeah, but it was mostly from the words you used." "I know. I used them on purpose. I'm trying to get us both used to using them and hearing them. I want you to use them, too, just for the talk. If you use these words in my presense at home, I'll wash your filthy fucking mouth out with soap, take a strap to your naked ass in front of your father and the boys, then make you stand in a corner with your naked ass on display." "God, Mom, would you really do that to me? You've never hit me in your life." "I know, but things will be different after we have this talk. Your father and I decided that we can't go on playing this game of being super-straight parents any longer. You're the reason we've held back. We had planned all along to open up and be more ourselves at home once you turned sixteen, received this talk, and became sexually active yourself. We are forced by outside circumstances to speed the schedule along." "Okay, but why take it out on me? That would be awful if you did that." "I would love to do that to you, but not because I seriously want to hurt or punish you. I just want the excuse to do it for the sexual thrill. I would love forcing you to expose your hidden treasures in that way, and I'd get a big charge out of the reactions of the boys and your father, especially your father. The spanking would just be icing on the cake." "You're blowing my mind, Mom." "I knew I would, but after the talk, I think you'll understand perfectly. You never slip with language, so if I hear a 'fuck' or 'cock-sucker' come from your lips, I'll know you want your cute ass spanked and your pussy placed on display." "What you're saying is, you wouldn't really be angry if I said something dirty?" "Not at all. You'll be punished every time you do, but if you can take the heat, talk all the trash you want. We keep getting side-tracked. We were discussing fucking, and I left off telling you I got fucked right before we left. By the way, I'm not wearing panties, so you can just imagine what the back of my skirt is going to look like when we get home. When we get home, you'll have to walk behind me to cover me, so you won't have to imagine for long." "God, this is so weird. Can I tell Debbie about this talk?" "No. No one can ever know. This is a very private and special mother/daughter talk. When you have a daughter, you are free to pass along this vital information. I hope you find it easier to do. I still can't believe I'm talking to you this way. It's getting a bit easier, but it still feels awkward. You could help by loosening up. Say something filthy, will you?" "Okay...how about, 'This talk is making me horny.'" "You call that filthy? Come on. I know you can do better." Darlene impishly bit her lower lip, then smiled and said, "My pussy feels slimy and itchy." "Good. That's much better, and honest, besides. We must be honest with each other, Darlene. We must feel free to speak our minds. My pussy feels slimy, too. Most of that slime is your father's sperm, but some of that slime is the result of thinking about turning your adorable naked ass over my lap for a spanking while my three guys stare at your cute little pouting pussy winking back at them from between your kicking bare legs. Damn, this is getting easier, and more fun." "Wow! That really turns you on, huh? Does the hitting part turn you on?" "Yes, but it's not a big thing with me. My hits wouldn't hurt. Spanking or strokes with a belt would mostly be show. Again, we're getting off track. Before we begin, I need to make one thing clear. After we have this talk, you may return to life as usual. Nothing need change. Your eyes will be wide open. You'll know the score. You'll know what we're thinking, what we're doing, and why we think and do what we do. I'm speaking of your father and I. I'm sure you already know what a fourteen and thirteen-year-old boy thinks about, and how they feel about having a sexy sister sharing the house with them." "I'll say. They aren't subtle at all." "That may be due to the way they were both conceived. They were both fucked into my womb. If we had a video of their conception, I wouldn't want it shown at a sailor's poker game halfway around the world. What I'm saying to you is, you will control how we treat you from here on out. If you stay the same, we'll treat you the same. If we see a change in you, such as yelling out, 'Fuck' when you stub your toe, instead of 'Ouch, ouch, ouch,' we'll respond accordingly. If you don't intend sending that signal, you'd best be extra careful." "Okay, I think I understand, now." "Good, because your father and I are going to let you start dating because of this talk being moved up a year. You will have all the information to handle yourself safely and responsably. You can even have a full sexual relationship with men or boys we approve of. You can even go into your room to have sex, just as your father and I do. As long as you don't bring shame on the family by openly flaunting your sexual freedom, as long as you protect your modesty outside the home, guard your reputation, and act with discretion, we won't treat you any differently." "I'm getting confused." "Remember your father: he'd love to have a little slutty whore running around the house, but he also wants his little lady to keep getting straight 'A's and bring credit on him as the father of such a model young woman." "Are you saying he wants his cake and eat it too where I'm concerned?" "Bingo." "Wow, I never thought I'd get priveledges like that. Don't get me wrong. I have no one in mind; in fact, I want to be a virgin on my wedding day. Still, it's nice to know I could have sex if the right guy came along." "You can, even with a one night stand. There is a down side, though. If you're careless, start dressing like a slut, and going out without panties on; if you get pregnant, or we find out you have a reputation as a lose chick who puts out; we'll treat you like a whore." "What!" "That's right. If you act like a whore outside our home, you'll be treated like a whore inside the home. By that I mean, if I see you walking through the house wearing a skimpy towel, I might just yank it off you. If Brad or Scott grabs a tit or a handful of pussy, and you struggle free or make a fuss, you'll be punished, even if they bother you at the dinner table. You will also be required to put out for all three males in our family on demand." "Are you serious?" "Dead serious. If I walked into your room and found Brad and Scott ganged up on you, stripping you, I'd help them. If I found you tied, naked and spread eagled to a bed, I'd leave you that way. If I walked in and found your father getting ready to fuck you, I'd guide his cock or hold your legs apart." "Mom! You can't mean that?" "Oh yes I can. What's more, I'd be more than happy to lick that adorable little pussy of yours before, during, and after a fuck. I've done it for women I think are unattractive, just because Joel wanted me to. He'd have to want me not to go down on you to stop me, but that would never happen with your father. He'd insist. I see you just had your mind blown again." "Mom, I'm...I'm speechless. I'm stunned. How could you? How could Dad? How..." "Hold on. Remember, you have to do something to bring this about. You first have to prove yourself to be a whore. If you behave yourself, remain your current self, nothing changes. I'm just being honest with you. I'm not trying to shock or traumatize you. I just want you aware that you can't act without a reaction on our part. There are strong sexual tensions in our home and family that you need to be aware of. If you unleash them, you will endure the consequences. That's what you need to know, but that's still not what we're here to talk about." "Let's talk about something else, then, because this other stuff has me scared." Emily placed her hand reassuringly on the bare portion on Darlene's leg between the hem and her left knee while saying, "You needn't be frightened. I'll admit, we both want to bring you into our sex life, but we are not sexual predators. If you stopped acting like a whore, we'd stop treating you like one. We will take our cues from you, and if you don't like what we do, we'll stop. Remember this, Darlene, you will always be in control of your body and your sex life, at home, or away from home. That's what this talk is all about." The casual hand resting on her leg caused Darlene to stiffen, though her mother had a habit of touching while making a point. That same hand had touched that same spot hundreds of times before with no thought given to it. Emily noticed this stiff reaction right away, and left her hand in place after finishing her point. Darlene was looking at the hand and Emily began stroking Darlene's inner thigh suggestively, pushing the hem rather high up as she did. She said, "Is this what you were afraid I might do--feel up your leg? Does my hand feel terrible? Are you filled with revulsion?" The soft massaging strokes felt wonderful, in fact. Darlene said, "No, it feels nice. It's not that. It's just that..." "I'm your mother, right?" "Well, yeah, I guess so." "Mother's should not be feeling their daughter's legs this high up, should they?" The hand was now up under the skirt, massaging the very top portion of inner thigh flesh with the index finger in firm and frequent contact with the moist labia. Darlene sat stiffly and slowly shook her head before meekly saying, "Should they?" "That depends. I think if the mother wants to feel her daughter anywhere, and her daughter likes being felt anywhere, then it's perfectly all right. If you tell me, 'Mom, I like the way that feels, but it makes me uncomfortable.' I think it would be wrong for a mother to impose herself that way. I would honor my daughter's wishes and refrain from indulging my desires that way. Also, I would understand completely, and not make her feel like she had to indulge me. Now, sweetheart, do you see why you needn't fear me or your father, ever?" "Yes. I think so." Emily moved her hand over the crotch of Darlene's panties and cupped the moist vaginal pouch, making Darlene sit up straight while sucking in a sharp breath. Emily firmly stroked her fuck finger in the groove of Darlene's panty-covered slit while saying, "Now, is there something you'd like to tell me?" Darlene gulped, then rapidly said, "Mom, this feels good, but it makes me uncomfortable." Emily imediately withdrew her massaging hand, tugged Darlene's skirt back in place, and said, while sitting back, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I will never take such liberties again." A wave of relief flooded over Darlene. She breathed out a long-held breath, then turned to look at her smiling mother. A smile formed on her own face as she said, "You were just teaching me a lesson, weren't you?" "Yes, but I was also copping a feel. I want you to understand that I desire you sexually, just as so many others do, including your father. You have to learn to put people in their place. If you don't want someone taking liberties, just say no. If you say no to anyone in our family, and that no is not honored, I will deal with the problem. If someone outside our family can't take no for an answer, your father will deal with it. If he can't, the police can. What you must understand is: you are not helpless. You need never be victimized more than once. And you will always chart your own destiny. Rule number one is, you are always in control of your body. Relinquish that control to others at your own peril. Do you understand rule number one?" "Yes. I like rule number one. I feel much better, now. I'm sorry I acted that way. If you want to rub my leg, you can, just not that high up." "I'll pass. If I can't rub your pussy, I don't want to rub your leg. I only rubbed your leg to get to your pussy." "Is this a test?" "What do you think?" "It sounds like a test." "Let me say something a boy might say. If you want to wear my letter jacket, you have to let me feel your pussy when I want to." "Now I get it. Someone is always going to want something." "Bingo. Masturbation is the only sex that involves no trade offs. Rule number two is: If there's another party involved, there's a trade off. It may not be obvious, but it's there. Always find out what the trade off is before you receive your pleasure. You can't give back an orgasm, you can only pay for it, or pay for not paying for it. You will always pay for your orgasm one way or the other. Find out, up front, what the cost is. "Rule number two makes sense. I guess I don't want my leg rubbed that badly. I'd still be too uncomfortable." "No problem. If you change your mind, let me know. If the price of a leg rub goes up in the interum, I'll let you know. I will tell you this much. Before we finish our talk, you will clean my crotch with your tongue and pay me for the priveledge." "Aw, Mom, that's gross! How can you even suggest such a thing?" "Listen carefully, Darlene. I'm going to do this to prove a valuable point and drive home the final lesson, number six, seven, or eight, I haven't yet decided how many lessons there are. I think it's the most important one. I'm going to demonstrate how your passions can be manipulated by a skilled seducer, someone who knows you well, and knows the art well. I want you to look down there along the muddy bank where most of the yucky stuff is. I am going to lie back on a blanket without a stitch on, with my ass right at the water's edge. You will be naked as well, but you will lie face down in that freezing yucky water and mud while you lick my crotch, ass, and pussy clean of your parent's fuck." Darlene shivered and cried, "Stop it! Why are you talking to me like this? Now, you're scaring me." "Sweetheart, I didn't bring you up here to scare you or force anything on you. This is not a seduction, and I am not enjoying this one bit. This is school. Everything I do here relates to teaching you what you need to learn to survive and manage your own sex life. This thing that has you so upset will teach you the most valuable lesson of all, and it may interest you to know, you will beg me, and eventually pay me the money you've been saving for the Bon Jovi concert, twenty-five dollars, to do what I just described." "I can't even imagine doing that, much less paying for it, out there." "I am so confident that I can turn you on to that degree that I brought five gallons of hot water, blankets, and a change of clothes to take care of you afterward. It's all in the trunk. The water will be warm by then, but after lying in that ice cold water, I'm sure it'll feel great." "I don't understand." "I know. All I want you to do is think about your current state of mind, how you think about that act under these conditions; then, after the fact, realize that your passions drove you to do the unthinkable. You placed yourself in this vulnerable position because you had no idea I lusted after you. Now, you're alone with me, way out in the middle of nowhere, with no choice but to hear what I have to say. You are going to see what can happen when you let yourself be lured into vulnerable situations. You have to learn that you can't trust anybody, not even close family and friends. In fact, those closest to you, those who see your light shine brightest, the ones that know you and your weaknesses, those are the ones you have to be on your guard with most of all." "But, my own mother?" "It's your father you have to worry about. He has it bad. Sure, I lust after you, but I would never seduce you. If you think this trip to the water is something I'm looking forward to, think again. If I were willing to seduce you for my own pleasure, we'd have gone to a motel for this talk. I would love to have an ongoing sexual relationship with you. I see nothing wrong with it, but I won't be the one who initiates that. If you want it, you'll have to come to me and make it absolutely clear that you want it. I might add, the same thing applies for your father, but I can't swear he'll honor his promise to me never to seduce you or force his way on you. If you want your daddy, you'll have to go to him and make that fact perfectly clear in front of both of us." "That's never going to happen." "Maybe not. If it does, it will happen because you want it to happen. As for you remaining a virgin until your wedding day, good luck. Your father and I do not support that goal. Your brothers may foil your plans. You're driving those boys crazy, and Brad is almost big enough right now to take matters into his own hands. With Scotty's help, they can both take what they want. Sooner or later, they'll rape you. Personally, I think sooner rather than later." "You won't let them get away with that will you?" "I already told you under what conditions I would. If you start acting like a whore, it's open season on your cute ass. If you want to be pure and straight, and they rape you, they'll be punished. Naturally, we can't call the police, but they'll pay by losing their allowence for a month. After that, the punishment will be less severe, after all, you won't be a virgin, but there will be a price to pay. I'd say one week's allowence is fair." "That sounds like prostitution." "Maybe it does, but to tell you the truth, our sympathies lie with them. We feel like you should let those boys have some pussy once in a while. We won't force you, but then again, we won't make the cost so high that they won't take it when they can't hold out anymore. This is an issue that Joel and I feel we have to compromise on. There's no easy solution that satisfies everyone, and this ties in with rule number four: When rape is inevitable, lie back and try to enjoy it." "I don't like rule number four at all." "Rule number four can save your life and reduce the trauma of a real rape. You run a very high risk for rape. You are walking rape bait. I'm sure there are men and boys who are planning and scheming your rape as we speak. I was raped four times in high school, once was a gang rape. I've been raped six times since, and two of those were gang rapes. I know what it is to be rape bait. I know the advice I gave is sound. Your father is responsible for most of those rapes, by the way." "You make rape sound like a game." "A real rape is no fun. Rapists are sick bastards. It's a fact of life, and those of us who attract these perverts need to know how to defuse this very deadly violent assault. The best way is to turn the rape into unwelcome sex. Act turned on. Lull the attacker into a false sense of security, then get away. By the law of averages, I should be dead or seriously injured after so many rapes. I've never even bled, and several turned out to be damned good as sexual encounters go." "After all you've been put through by rapists, how can you so casually accept two in your own home?" "Your brothers won't rape you in the classic sense, but they will force sex on you. There is a difference. They aren't sick perverts that hate women. They're horny and sexually frustrated young men. I feel for them. You father relates to them. We both understand what living with you is doing to them. We can control our passions; they don't know how." "All right, if I ever get really raped, I can see where rule four might be a good idea. I still think letting Brad or Scott steal my virginity is terribly wrong. And letting them purchase my unwilling services with a week's allowence is perverted." "I do too; but like I said, I had to compromise somewhere. If your father had his way totally, you'd be forced to be a slut at home. I'm sorry, Darlene, but I have to think of everyone's needs, and your virginity or chastity carries little weight with me." "It does with me." "Forget your goal of giving your husband your cherry. It's an old fashioned concept anyway. Most good men, men worth marrying, don't care anyway. They'd rather have an experienced lover at the alter than enter into a marriage blind. A man wants to know what you've got and if you know how to use it. If you want to put a big smile on your future hubby's face, learn how to fuck, suck, and swallow cum like a true slut." "Now you sound like Debbie." "Speaking of Debbie, the next time her mother goes away for one of her weekend cat shows, and her father calls wanting to know if you can spend the night, I'm going to say, 'Sure, but Debbie must spend the night here.' I think he'll jump at the offer to trade daughters for a night, don't you?" "Mom, you wouldn't?" "I told you, Darlene. Things are going to be different when we go home. If you can keep his dick out of you, more power to you. Remember, just say no. If he rapes you, lie back and try to enjoy it." "You're serious, aren't you?" "Oh, yes. By the way, how are our chances with Debbie?" "Excellent. She's a slut, or she'd like to be." "Wonderful. Again, we got side-tracked. Let's talk about pregnancy. Your father and I both feel it's the woman's responsibility to insure against pregnancy. It is, after all, her body. You know how to avoid getting pregnant without being on the pill. And, no, we won't let you go on the pill. You'll take your chances. We both want you to run the risk, and we both hope you'll fail." "Jeez, and I thought my mind was blown before. If I can't get on the pill, I guess you'll get what you want." "There's many effective ways: have him pull out when he cums, have him wear a rubber, offer your mouth or ass for him to cum in, or abstain when you're fertile. If you get pregnant, there will be no abortion, and you will be treated like a whore while you're pregnant, bringing shame on this family. Rape, a real rape, will be the only exception. You can get an abortion in the event of a real rape, but we'd prefer you didn't." "If Debbie's dad rapes me, is that real rape?" "No. You know he's after you. If you agree to spend the night, you're asking for it. Be careful, Darlene. If you get pregnant, your father will make things very difficult on you. You will not wear maternity clothes. In fact, he'll have you wearing your bikini at home. He told me he'd write 'WHORE' all over your big belly and make you lie out by the pool when the boys have their friends over. You'll be that way when your father has his friends over as well. Furthermore, you'll be publically stripped and punished with a belt regularily, even in your ninth month. I see that has you squirming in your seat. I'll bet your pussy is good and slimy now, huh?" "It is, but only because the fantasy turns me on. If that really happened, I think I'd die. I know I would." "No you wouldn't. Chances are, if the reality is exactly like the fantasy, it'll turn you on even more. I can see you trying to get pregnant. We'd like to see you pregnant. You'd look cuter than hell all balooned up and with your tits bursting with mother's milk. Ummm, now that's sexy." "You're starting on me, aren't you?" "Yes, and it's working, isn't it?" "No, it'll take a lot more than that." "I'm just getting warmed up, but you're already thinking about it, aren't you? Tell me the truth, Darlene." "Okay, I've thought about it, but I'm not thinking I'll actually do it, no matter what you say." "We'll see." "Mom, when the boys force sex on me, will that be considered real rape?" "What do you think?" "I think you'll say it's not." "I said, what do you think?" "I don't know. I suppose I can get them to wear rubbers or pull out by agreeing not to resist or by agreeing to do the things they want me to do willingly. If I force them to rape me, I suppose that's not a real rape. Is that the way you and Daddy will see it, too?" "Actually, we agreed that forced sex by your brothers would be treated as real rape if pregnancy occurres, but you made a good point. You can work with them and probably avoid pregnancy. I'm sure Joel will agree with you. For the record, we'll treat their rapes as forced sex. If you force them to rape you, that means you want to get pregnant." "That means I'll have to be a slut for them or risk pregnancy and being treated like a whore for nine months." "That kinda places you between a rock and a hard place, doesn't it?" "Yes, but I thought you said I'd have control." "You will, except when dealing with a rapist. Remember rule number four. You can mitigate rape if you follow rule number four. And don't forget, you can always fight them off. They'd have a difficult time raping you even if they teamed up. I think, if you fought hard, they couldn't do it." "Suppose they use a knife?" "Don't worry, we won't let them use weapons, and no hurting. They can only use bare hands and wrestling. Personally, I'd put my money on you if I thought you really didn't want to lose. By the way you're squirming, and by that look in your eyes, I wouldn't put a dime on you. I think little Scott could pin you and screw you in ten seconds. If he trips, I think you'd be under him before he hit the floor." Darlene pressed her legs together and moaned, "Mom, please, stop." "You want that hard cock of his in your horny little cunt, don't you? That slimy little beaver of yours is dying for a taste of hot male cum. I'll bet you'd love to take one brother up your cunt while the other fucks your ass." Darlene squeezed tighter and squirmed in place, crying, "Oh, Mom! Please. Stop saying these things." "I can see they excite you. You're dying to play with your pussy. Do it. Go ahead. You weren't shy the other day. You enjoyed showing me your cunt then, why not now? I want to see what it looks like nice and juicy, ready to fuck." "Oh, God, Mom. Do you really want to see me do that, here, now?" Emily sat back against the driver's door and drew her right leg up on the seat. She drew her skirt up and made a spread, saying, "I'll make it easy for you. Look at my cunt, Darlene. Look at my well-fucked cunt." Emily drew three fingers through her slimy, sperm oozing slit, then showed the whitish cream to her daughter, saying, "There's your father's sperm, Darlene. This is the sperm that made you and will probably make a baby in you." Darlene jammed her left hand between her legs as she brought both feet to the seat facing her mother. She reclined stiffly against the passenger door as she allowed her knees to fall out slowly, keeping a close eye on her mother's face, noting that her mother's eyes never left her crotch and her smile grew in direct proportion to the spread offered. Emily said, "Oh, that's a gorgeous cunt you have, Darlene. You're so wet and slimy, so yummy looking. You must let me suck on that pussy." "Do you really want to?" "I'm dying to." "Will Daddy rape me?" "I think he will eventually, but you'll give him exactly what he wants long before it came to that." "What does he want, exactly?" "To knock you up, of course. We are in total agreement on that score; in fact, I plan to be present at the conception. I want to milk his seed into your fertile womb." "Oh, fuck! This is so sick, but it feels so good. Can Debbie watch, too?" "Of course she can. Are you two licking each others twats?" "Not yet, but we've come close. I'll bet you and Daddy would like to see that, wouldn't you?" "Me, Joel, the boys, Debbie's father, and a lot of other folks would. You two would make an awesome couple. We could sell tickets, make movies even. Would you like to star in a porno movie, Darlene? Would you like hundreds, maybe thousands of people to watch you and Debbie, naked, licking each other's pussies?" "Yes, I'd love it. Debbie would do it in a heartbeat. Oh, Mom, I want to cum." Emily reached out and took both of Darlene's hands in hers. Darlene sat up and strained to get her hands free. Her eyes were wide, and she begged, "Oh, no! Please! I'm almost there." "Eat me, Darlene. Eat me, or I won't let you cum." Darlene stared at her mother, her eyes wide. Emily stared back, conveying her seriousness. Darlene finally said, "Down there? In the water?" "Yes, and pay me twenty-five dollars for the priveledge." "Okay. I'll do it." Emily smiled, released Darlene's hands, then sat straight, saying, "Get naked and follow me." They both got out of the car. Emily grabbed a blanket from the back seat and made her way to the water's edge. She spread the blanket out and sat, scooting to the wet fringe. She pulled the skirt past her waist, made an obscene spread, then patted her inner thighs. Darlene was now naked, and eyed the spread and the muddy water. She sucked in a deep breath, then waded in to her knees before falling forward. The icy water sent her scurrying between her mother's legs. She buried her face in the messy beaver and licked feverishly. Emily watched in amusement as Darlene attackedthe full plane of her crotch with a feverishly licking tongue. She gave Darlene time to explore every nook and cranny, then rolled away. Darlene immediately got up, shivering hard. Emily led her to the car and opened the trunk. She poured the warm water over her freezing daughter, then briskly rubbed her down with a towel. She then handed Darlene a heavy cotton robe and helped Darlene into the car. While Darlene sat in the heated car with the engine running, Emily gathered everything together and stuffed the trunk. Emily eased into the driver's seat and turned to look at Darlene. Darlene looked over sheepishly. Emily said, "Did I make my point?" "I can't believe I did that. I must be crazy." "You're not crazy. You made yourself vulnerable, and you were seduced. Your passions betrayed you." "What now? Does this mean I'm a whore?" "No, but school is over. You know the score. Now, in addition to those three men, you have me and your father to contend with. We are all out to seduce you. If you give any of us an opening, you're fucked." Darlene absorbed this ominous message as Emily put the car in motion. Her mother added, "You should also know that we're rooting for the others as well. We will work with them if need be." Darlene glanced over for the first time and said, "What do you mean by work with them?" "I mean, your father and I want to help them. We've already begun laying the ground work. I'm having an affair with Luke Stoner, and I met with Mr. Clark, Freddy, yesterday. He invited me to his downtown studio. I'll see him tonight. He's also into photography, if you didn't know--nudes. I plan to hire him to do a series on you--after he does me, of course." "Mom, I don't stand a chance." "I don't think you do, but you do have a slight chance. Freddy won't rape a minor, neither will Luke. With them, all you have to do is say no. Debbie's father is still an unknown, but that'll change soon. Your father wants me screwing all three so we can allay their fears and work as a team. Judging by what I saw today, I'd say you're as good as pregnant." "You're dead serious, aren't you?" "I'm afraid so. You can fight us every step of the way. You can refuse to sleep over at Debbie's. You can drop drama class. You can even stop sitting for the Stoners." "If I have to, I will. I can't get pregnant, Mom. I just can't." "You can, but I understand. We won't hold it against you if you fight this, and we'll even back off if we see you fighting hard. We want one thing, though. Please do the photo series, and pose any way Freddy Clark wants you to pose. I'll be honest. It will be pornographic--very pornographic. We'll be there to see to it, and Freddy will have other men present, and possibly his wife. We want that photo set if nothing else, but we won't force you." "Will I be required to have sex with the men?" "No, but I will move things in that direction. If you get naked in front of a camera, with a horny and appreciative audience, you'll demand sex. I'm counting on that. With any luck, you'll get pregnant. By the way, the shoot will coincide with your fertile cycle." "If you do that, I won't be demanding sex, I assure you. If you want good pictures, it'll have to be when I'm not fertile. Even then, I doubt that I'll want to have sex, especially if it's to be on film with others watching. I'll concede that I might. I won't promise, but I might if the conditions are perfect." "You didn't learn a thing, did you?" "This will be different. There will be too much at stake." "True, but it makes no difference. If it did, there wouldn't be so many unwed mothers." "How can you do this to me?" "You'll do it to yourself. I told you, no one will force you. You are in complete control. We are simply making a request." "Bull, you are too forcing me. I can't say no." "If that's the way you feel, then surrender to your destiny, which is to be a sexual plaything for anyone with a desire for you. If you can't resist, if you can't say no, you're fucked. You'll be a slut no matter what we do. We just want in on the action if that turns out to be the case. If you can say no, but choose to say yes, just this once, at least we'll have some great hardcore porn of you in your prime to keep us warm in our old age. Is that so terribly wrong. Would you deny us that simple pleasure?" "No, I suppose not, as long as it's just that one time." "You have my word on that, but I want your word that you'll cooperate fully once we enter his studio. I want to see a slut, even if it's just that once, even if it's an act. Oh, and Darlene, I want Debbie to go with you." "Oh, Mom, I couldn't. Not in front of others, not on camera." "I insist, and it will be on video tape. The two of you need to start practicing right away. We'll give you absolute privacy, but I'll want proof that you're sucking each other's cunts." "Proof? What kind of proof?" "That's easy. When you come out, kiss me. Both of you. If you have cunt breath, I'll know you were rehearsing." "Debbie is going to die when she hears about this." "Do you think she'll want in and coopperate fully?" "Oh, yes. She'll do anything." "Sweetheart, please put your all into this. We have been great parents to this point, and we'll be greatful parents afterward. We're asking for one three or four hour period in your life where you'll be the slut we've dreamed of. If you give us that, holding nothing back, we'll never bother you again, and there will be no forced sex allowed by anyone in the family." "And if I get pregnant from this four hours as a slut?" "Perhaps we can work out some sort of compromise." "An abortion?" "No. We want to see you pregnant and carrying to term. What I was thinking was that we would not treat you like a whore during the pregnancy, but I think Joel will want something in its place." "Such as?" "Knowing him, a condition that you remain nude when at home from the time you miss your period until you deliver." "Good lord. That would be almost as bad." "Yes, but you wouldn't be molested. Keep in mind, you might not get pregnant. Don't count on it, but it is possible. lso keep in mind that getting pregnant is your goal, at least for that tiny segment of your life. During that session, we want to see you actively trying to get knocked up, taking a load of virile sperm in your fertile pussy while crying out, 'Yes, cum in my womb, make a baby in me!'" "Oh, Jesus!" "It's for the film, Darlene. I see you clenching your thighs together. Is this getting you horny? Be honest." "Yes, very, and I don't know why." "Thank you for that bit of honesty. See, it won't be so bad." "Mom, you and Dad will be very disappointed if I don't end up pregnant, won't you?" "I'm afraid so. Why?" "Well, I was thinking about what you said, about being great parents, and grateful parents afterward. I'm sure I can't be the slut you want, but I can get pregnant for you." "What are you suggesting, Darlene?" "Well, suppose I lend myself to being bred, you know, like a bitch that you own." "We'd like that very much, and I love the way you put that." "I thought you might. What I'm saying is, I could lend myself to this until the job is done. You can keep breeding me until I stop having periods." "Darlene, if you'll go along with that, you will make your parents very happy." "I can see that. You have your thighs clamped together." "Is it a deal, then? Can we get started right away." Darlene smiled as she watched her mother's hand go into her crotch. She said, "Sure, why not? Treat me like a bitch whore until I miss my period. That'll make going about naked as I swell up easier to bear." "You have a deal. Seal it with a kiss to my cunt, whore, a long French kiss, one that lasts until we arrive home. We still have an hour of driving ahead, so get comfortable." Darlene smiled, then reclined on the seat. Emily placed her left foot on the gas pedal so that she could turn to face Darlene. She draped her right leg over Darlene's back as she hoisted her skirt. With the first long lick up the slit, Emily said, "Ummm, I don't know why mothers are so reluctant to talk about the birds and the bees part two. Ummmm, yes!" -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html Be There.....