From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Sweet Taste Of Revenge (MFFF, inc) [1/2]
Date: 2 Aug 1996 21:54:49 GMT

		      The Sweet Taste Of Revenge
				  by
				 RD 9
			     Chapter One

	At the age eighteen, my mother gave me a camera for my
birthday, an act that would one day change our lives, but at the time
she thought she had made a wise decision, for she had been torn
between giving me the rifle I had wanted and what her sister had told
her would be a wiser choice for a boy my age, the camera.

	Actually, I had known the chance of me getting the rifle was
practically nil, as soon as I heard her sister, Aunt Norma, say I was
too young to have anything as dangerous as a gun, for my mother,
Claire, was an easily led woman, which was the key to Aunt Norma's
influence over her.

	When my father passed away, Aunt Norma had come to help my
mother with the funeral arrangements, but after the funeral, she had
stayed on after convincing Mom, that now she was a widow, she would
need help managing the house and servants. Unfortunately for me, she
not only took over the running of the house, but she also took over
the running our lives.

	She was however, always very careful to make it seem as though
all decisions were made by her sister, but actually Aunt Norma made
them all, for with her subtle domination of my mother, it was a simple
task for her to get her sister to agree with anything she suggested.

	Naturally I accepted the idea of the camera, without protest,
rather than the gun, for over the five years since my father had
passed away, I had learned it was a waste of time trying to change
Aunt Norma's mind about anything and any disagreement with her
infinite wisdom on my part would lead to her having a talk with my
mother, a term she used when she wanted me punished. Of course Aunt
Norma had never punished me herself, for she was far too clever to
allow Mom to realize how she had usurped her authority, so she allowed
my mother the pleasure of dealing out whatever punishment she deemed
necessary, by merely suggesting it to her. So the decision about the
rifle, was just another grievance to be added to my long list of
grievances against her.

	Being of a devious nature and vindictive at heart, I set about
finding a way to use the camera, that Aunt Norma had insisted I
receive in lieu of my coveted rifle, to wreak my revenge on her.

	With my desire for vengeance driving me on, I became quite
proficient in the art of photography in no time, having set up a
darkroom in the cellar, where I could work without being disturbed.

	Naturally, in order to make the using of the camera second
nature, I took pictures of everything and anything, until I was able
to set the lens without even looking at the camera, then quickly
focusing and snapping the picture before my subject had time to move.

	It was several days later, that I began to fully realize the
power of pictures, when I was out by the greenhouse one afternoon,
snapping pictures of the flowering plants.

	At first I wasn't sure whether I heard something or not, but
as I paused to listen I was sure of it, someone or something was in
the greenhouse moaning!

	Using suitable caution, I opened one of the grime coated
windows and peered inside, only to almost drop the damn thing on my
own head, when I saw, George, the gardener, fucking the ass off Marie,
Aunt Norma's personal maid. Although at the time, I hadn't yet had any
sexual experiences myself, nor seen anyone actually engaged in the
act, I had seen enough magazines and books with photographs which left
nothing to the imagination.

	When I first discovered the fornicating pair, my hands were
already setting my camera to the exposure I would need to capture this
erotic scene, but actually there was no need to hurry, for even though
George was gasping for breath, it was all too obvious that he wasn't
nearing a climax yet.

	It was really amazing, for the two of them were so busy
enjoying themselves, they never heard the shutter of my camera, as I
captured for posterity the art of screwing a woman on a table full of
blooming lilies. Their total involvement with each other led me to
take a chance of getting a picture or two from another angle and
quickly changing my regular length lens for a telephoto, I quietly
opened another window that would allow me to see more than just their
faces and her legs waving in the air on either side of him.

			     Chapter Two

	My new position allowed me to actually get a few shots of his
cock entering her drooling slot, when he would pull it almost out of
clinging love tunnel, before ramming it back into her with all the
force he could muster. It was fortunate that I hadn't used my last few
frames of film, before he reached his climax, for after gasping that
he was coming, he pulled the dripping shaft from her, then quickly
grabbed her head, as she sat up, pushing it down and thrusting the
pulsing shaft into her open mouth.

	The next two photos were probably the most erotic of them all,
for I had a completely unobstructed view of her face, as she swallowed
the hot sticky cream he was feeding her, though despite the fact that
she was swallowing quickly some of his offering oozed from the corners
of her mouth. Once he had finished unloading his jerking balls, he
tried to pull away, but she clung to the slippery shaft, licking away
the last vestiges of his cock juice, which was where I ran out of
film.

	Not wishing to be discovered, I fled the scene like a thief in
the night, back to my darkroom to process the film. Working quickly,
for I was anxious to find out if I had actually caught all of their
little erotic escapade on film, I was able to view the wet prints
within the hour. Happily they were all crisp and clear, so I made
enlargements of them all, thus enabling one to see all the interesting
details, without straining their eyes.

	Actually at that time I was only amused and pleased that the
pictures had turned out so clearly, but as I waited for the pictures
to dry, I began thinking about Marie and how much Aunt Norma liked
her. I realized if I were to show my mother these pictures, nothing
Aunt Norma would say would stop her from firing both Marie and George.

	Once I had made up my mind to cause Aunt Norma some
embarrassment, even though it would only mean that she would have to
admit that she misjudged the character of her maid, I felt elated!

	However the elation didn't last long, for I began to recall
the way Aunt Norma could twist things around to her own advantage and
suddenly realized she would make such a fuss of my spying on her
precious maid, that the content of the pictures would be forgotten in
the ensuing lecture about sneaky people.

	It then became obvious that the direct approach wouldn't work,
but as they say about skinning cats, there is more than one way to do
it, so I set out to find it.

	Happily for me I wasn't without friends among the servants at
the house, for both Susan, my mother's maid, and Ruth the cook were
always nice to me, besides I had a definite feeling that neither of
them thought too much of either Aunt Norma or her precious maid, so it
was to them I took the pictures, after carefully hiding the negatives
under the eaves in the attic.

	"Well," Ruth smiled, looking up from the table, where she was
shelling peas, "all done taking pictures today already or are you just
looking for something to eat?"

	"I'm all done for today," I grinned, flopping down opposite
her at the table, "but I would like to ask you a few questions, if you
don't mind."

	"Sure dear, ask away," she smiled, her fingers never slowing
as she looked up at me again, "What do you want to know?"

	"Do you honestly like Marie?" I asked, "I mean would you just
as soon have someone else in her place?"

	"I don't like anyone," she replied, no longer smiling, "who
deliberately stirs up trouble for people that mind their own
business."

	"How about Susan?" I asked, grinning now, "Does she think as
highly of her as you do?"

	"How would you feel if someone was trying to get you fired all
the time," she grinned, "but tell me what brought all this up now?"

	"I think I have just found out that a camera is a better
weapon than a gun," I laughed, pushing the envelope containing the
pictures toward her, as I spoke, "if I can figure out how to use it!"

			    Chapter Three

	She wiped her hands on her apron, looking at me curiously, but
saying nothing, as she opened the envelope, then her expression was
one to behold, for first there was open shock, which gave way to a
look of incredulous disbelief, then finally to amusement, but with the
amusement came a rush of blood to her already healthy looking cheeks.

	"Oh my God," she whispered, quickly shoving the erotic
pictures back into the envelope, as she looked at me with some concern
in her eyes now, though she was still blushing brightly, as I grinned
at her, "don't you realize how much trouble you will be in, if your
aunt ever finds out you took these pictures?"

	"I know," I replied, still grinning at her, "that's why I
didn't give them to Mom, she would tell Aunt Norma and all that would
happen is that I would get punished for spying on people, that's why I
came to you, to see if you have any ideas about how I can use them to
get rid of Marie, without telling my mother about them."

	"Oh God," she laughed, handing me the envelope again, "I can
think of a lot of ways, but all of them would mean your aunt would
find out what you did one way or another, so forget it."

	Before I could reply, Susan came into the kitchen, looking for
a cup of coffee.

	"What are you two up to now?" she laughed, sitting down at the
end of the table with her coffee, "You look like you're involved in
some kind of conspiracy!"

	"Not yet," Ruth laughed, still blushing furiously, when she
looked at me, as she spoke, "but that's exactly what this young imp
wants to do."

	"Oh good," Susan giggled, putting down her cup, "I love
conspiracies! Can I get in on it too?"

	"You might want to change your mind when you find out what t's
all about," Ruth said, her laughter fading away, then turning to me
she said, "Go ahead dear, show her the pictures and let her decide for
herself, whether or not she still wants to get involved in, what she
calls, our conspiracy."

	Once more I was treated to an array of expressions when Susan
opened the envelope and withdrew the pictures, first her face went
snow white, them a deep red, but there it changed from Ruth's
reaction, for there was excitement in Susan's eyes as she looked at
first one picture then another, much more slowly than Ruth had done,
before returning them to the envelope again.

	"Oh God," she giggled, looking at Ruth, as she handed me the
envelope, "did you see the way her eyes were popping in those last
pictures, she looked as though she thought she was going to choke on
it."

	"She would have," Ruth laughed, both of them blushing like mad
now and I could feel the color coming to my own cheeks as I watched
them, "if he had shoved it in another inch!"

	"You missed a golden opportunity honey," Susan grinned,
looking at me now, "you could have had her too, if you had let her
know you had pictures of her putting out for that slob."

	"That's one way of getting some use out of those pictures,"
Ruth grinned looking at me now, "show them to her and tell her if she
doesn't want you to show them to your mother, she had better let you
have some fun with her too."

	"No way!" I exclaimed, feeling a sense of panic now, at their
bizarre idea, "I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole!"

	"If you had a ten foot pole," Susan giggled again, obviously
enjoying this type of conversation, "you wouldn't be able to fight her
off!"

	"Wait a minute you two," Ruth said, suddenly serious, "I just
got an idea. Can you change a picture," she asked me, after she had
our attention, "so that it would look like someone else was doing it
to her instead of George?"

	"If the other person was in the same position and about the
same size," I replied, puzzled as to what she had in her mind, "I
could do it, but it would take some time, because I would have to make
a set of pictures to use to patch the original ones, then re-
photograph the whole thing."

	"All right," she grinned, "if you two are really serious about
wanting her out of here, I have a plan that might work and she won't
know how it happened, even after she's been thrown out on her ear."

	"Your really serious," Susan asked, serious herself now, "you
really think we might be able to get rid of that little bitch?"

	"I'm practically positive," Ruth grinned, "but the two of you
will have to do something that will embarrass both of you."

	"If it means we won't have to worry about her carrying tales
about us all the time," Susan replied, returning Ruth's grin, "I can
stand more than a little embarrassment, so go on tell us what you have
in mind."

	"Well," Ruth said, once she had received a nod from me, "it
will mean that you and Bill will have to be photographed in exactly
the same positions as Marie and George, then he can cut himself out of
the ones with you and paste himself in place of George on the original
ones, so it will look as though he was the one with Marie in the
greenhouse."

	"Your not suggesting that Bill and I do what they were doing
while you take the pictures are you?" Susan asked, in an incredulous
voice, as she stared in astonishment at the other woman.

	"I told you it would be embarrassing," Ruth giggled, amused at
Susan's reaction to her bizarre idea, "but I won't be taking the
pictures, because some one will have to stay outside of the greenhouse
to make sure no one catches you while you're doing it, so he's going
to have to devise some way to take the pictures himself."

	It took Ruth a few minutes to explain how it would be
impossible for me to get into the exact positions, unless we
duplicated everything that Marie and George had done, so by the time
she had finished speaking to Susan, I was already wondering how it
would feel to have my prick in the young woman, so naturally I agreed,
after Susan had reluctantly done so, but she was obviously not
thrilled about the idea of my fucking her.

	We were indeed acting like conspirators, as we leaned over the
kitchen table, the initial embarrassment fading away, once we were
committed to our plan.

	It was finally agreed that during the following week, I would
assemble all the equipment I would need to accomplish the photographic
part of the assignment, while the other two would find out, by
listening to what was said within their hearing, when would be the
best time to use the greenhouse, so we wouldn't have to worry about
being caught.

	We met every day in the kitchen where we were assured of
privacy, for neither Mom nor Aunt Norma came to the kitchen, always
sending for Ruth if there was any reason to talk to her and it was
always Susan they sent for her, for Aunt Norma had made it perfectly
clear that Marie was her personal maid and not a common messenger.

	It was a few days before we were to take the pictures, that
Susan surprised me by coming down to my darkroom, for she was the
first one to ever venture into the rather dim confines of my hideaway.

	"I've been thinking," she said, flushing brightly, as she
flopped down on the old sofa I had saved from the junk pile, when Aunt
Norma re-furnished the house, "about what we're supposed to do out in
the greenhouse and I'm not sure I'll be able to go through with it."

	"Don't let it worry you," I said, having been expecting her to
back out every time I saw her, since we had agreed to Ruth's wild
plan, "It probably wouldn't have worked anyway, so forget about it!"

	"If we had been doing it right along," she smiled, giving me
the impression that, for some reason, she didn't want to drop the
subject, "I would still have been nervous about your taking pictures,
while we did it, but I could have done it. It's just that doing it
without ever having even kissed each other would make me feel like a
tramp, do you understand?"

	"Sure I understand," I grinned, relieved that she was calling
it off, for even though I had been excited about actually sticking my
virgin sex weapon her, I'd had serious doubts about being able to
perform to her satisfaction, "In fact, I was worrying about being so
nervous that I wouldn't be able to get myself in condition to make a
convincing picture, if you know what I mean?"

	"Oh come on!" she scoffed with a laugh, seeming to have gotten
over her nervousness now, "If you weren't too nervous to take those
pictures, I'm sure you wouldn't be all that worried about being caught
with me."

	"Oh I wasn't be worried about being caught," I laughed,
feeling my cheeks beginning to burn, "I have been worrying about being
able to satisfy you when we did it."

	"Good God," she laughed, blushing furiously now herself as our
eyes met, "under those conditions who would be worrying about being
satisfied? The only thing I would be thinking about, would be getting
out of there before someone caught us!"

	"Even if it was only for the sake of getting rid of Marie," I
replied with a forced grin, feeling like a fool, as I realized she had
only thought of what we were to have done as a means of arranging for
the dismissal of the other girl, "that we were doing it, I still
wanted you to enjoy it."

	She grinned, her eyes meeting mine, as she whispered, "If you
want me to enjoy it, do it to me now, while we don't have to worry
about getting caught."

	For several seconds, I couldn't believe I had heard her
correctly, but even as I stared at her in amazement, she was smiling
at me and reaching beneath her skirt, pulling off a very skimpy pair
of panties.

	"Come on honey," she whispered, lying back on the old sofa,
pulling her skirt up around her waist revealing her cute bush of dark
pubic hair, nestled between her snowy thighs, "give it to me, then
maybe we'll both be relaxed enough so you can take those pictures
after all."

	At that moment I couldn't have cared less about the damn
pictures, for I was far too interested in the way her pussy was
already oozing with her natural lubrication, but I wasn't so intrigued
with the erotic view that I was frozen, for I quickly dropped my pants
and climbed between her widely spread legs.

	"Easy darling," she whispered, putting her hand between us and
guiding my rock hard prick between the greasy lips of her love tunnel,
then satisfied that it was positioned to her satisfaction, she slipped
both arms about my neck, whispering once more, "Push darling, push it
all the way into me!"

	To this day, I remember the feel of her tight creamy cunt as I
sank my hard shaft into her depths, for it felt as though I had stuck
it into a blast furnace, but she gave me no time to savor the fabulous
feeling, as she pushed up her hips to me.

	"Fuck me sweetheart," she whispered in my ear in a breathless
voice, "Fuck me hard!"

	Once I had recovered from my initial shock of my unexpected
good fortune, I tried desperately to control my emotions, for I wanted
to satisfy her completely, so she would want me to continue doing it
to her.

	Actually I needn't have bothered, for she was coming almost as
soon as I thrust my virgin cock into her tight and long before I was
ready to come myself she had soaked the old sofa with her copious
spends, throwing herself up at me, with wild abandon, moaning every
time she released another flood of warm love juice.

	Naturally, once I allowed myself the luxury of concentrating
on the feelings her tight slippery pussy was imparting to my plunging
shaft, I was soon ready to climax myself.

	"Oh God," she gasped in alarm, when I informed her I was
getting ready to come, "Don't go off in me! I'll suck it off for you!"

	There was no need for me to shove her head down, as George had
done with Marie, for as soon as I pulled the dripping shaft from her
gapping cunt, she sat up, reaching out and pulling the bloated head of
my throbbing cock to her already widely opened mouth, but my pulsing
prick exploded before she could clamp her lips around it, causing some
of it hit her in the face, before she finally captured it with her
hungry mouth.

	Kneeling there, between her widely spread legs, staring down
at her as she leaned over the still pulsing prick, I was amazed to
hear her soft moans of enjoyment as she sucked the last drops of my
sex offering from the quivering shaft.

	"Well honey," she whispered, smiling up at me, ignoring the
semen already drying on her face, as she continued to milk the stiff
shaft in her small hand, "did I satisfy you as well as you did me?"

	"Oh God yes!" I managed to gasp out, just as she once again
dropped her head to lick away the last drop of semen she had squeezed
from my slowly deflating sex weapon, "You were wonderful!"

	Fortunately there was a bathroom in the cellar so she could at
least wash the semen from her face before returning to the house, but
she still had to make sure no one observed her for her black uniform
was a mess.

	Naturally, after the episode in my darkroom, she was able to
go through with our plan and a few days later I had a set of photos,
that were identical to those I had taken of George and Marie, but
these pictures featured Susan and I. Happily it was even easier than I
had thought it would be to cut and glue the two sets together, so it
was only a short time before I had a set of pictures that showed Marie
getting fucked by me, instead of George.

	After I was satisfied with my work, I destroyed all the other
films and pictures, but kept the ones that showed Marie and I, hiding
them where anyone that was looking for such things would be sure to
find them.

	Ruth was the one to put our plan into action, by showing the
finished prints to my mother. Telling her, when Mom asked how she had
found them, that she had noticed how dusty I looked whenever I
returned from my darkroom, so having finished her work in the kitchen
that afternoon, she had decided she would clean up the cellar. It had
been her natural curiosity that had led her into invading my darkroom,
where she had found the photos drying. She further explained, that she
knew how much Aunt Norma thought of her maid and hadn't wanted to
upset her, by showing her the pictures of how her maid had abused her
trust by her disgraceful use of me for her own sexual gratification.

	Ruth laughed, when she told Susan and I later, how my mother
had been puzzled as to why I would have pictures of myself and Marie
engaged in such an act, so she had explained that some women found it
sexually stimulating to see themselves engaging in a sexual act with a
man.

	It was only a short time later that Mom sent Susan out to my
darkroom to tell me she wanted to see me in her room. Naturally I was
more than a little nervous, as I made my way up the stairs to Mom's
room, for I knew the least I would get for my part in the affair would
be a tongue lashing for what I had done, even if they never suspected
that the whole thing was a hoax.

	My first surprise was when I entered Mom's bedroom and found
her alone, clad in a negligee, sitting before her vanity table, for I
had expected to find her sister with her, but my second surprise and
the biggest one, was when she smiled at me, not seeming the least bit
angry, even though she had the pictures in her hands.

	"Close the door dear," she said softly, as I paused in the
doorway, "there isn't any need for anyone else to know what we're
talking about."

	"Well," she smiled, giving the photos a wave as she spoke,
after I had seated myself on her bed, "I see you have become quite a
man dear, but was it your idea or Marie's to take these pictures?"

	"She doesn't know anything about them!" I replied honestly,
dropping my eyes as I spoke, as though I was ashamed of myself, "She
would kill me if she knew I had them!"

	"Well she won't know about the pictures dear," she said
softly, as though sympathizing with me now, "but you realize I'm going
to have to let her go, after the brazen way she took advantage of
you."

	"She didn't take any advantage of me," I protested, trying to
look as though I was dismayed at her softly spoken words, "The
pictures are a fake!"

	"Oh come dear," she replied, in a scoffing tone, "it is all
very well to try to protect her, but we both know these pictures
aren't faked, so let's not hear anymore such nonsense."

	Once again I dropped my head, as though realizing I was
defeated, saying nothing more, but the real reason was I didn't want
to say anything that might make her change her mind now that I had
accomplished what I had set out to do.

	"Don't be upset dear," she said softly, coming to sit beside
me on the bed, slipping one arm around my neck and tilting up my head
with her other hand by putting a finger beneath my chin, so she could
look into my eyes, her face flushing, as she smiled at me, "I'll make
sure that you won't suffer after she's gone."

	At first I didn't understand what she meant, until she dropped
her hand into my lap and gently patted my dormant penis, my eyes felt
like they were popping out of my head as they met her sympathetic
ones, as I realized what she meant by her softly spoken words.

	"We'll talk later dear," she whispered, giving me another
smile, the flush in her cheeks deepening, "when I'm sure we won't be
interrupted, but run along now and let me get this mess straightened
out."

	It is a wonder that I didn't break my neck on the stairs, for
my mind was spinning, as I returned to the lower floor, as I tried to
unscramble all that had happened in the last few minutes.

	Of course, I had never given a thought to the insane idea of
becoming intimate with my own mother, so now I was having a hard time
even trying to picture her in bed with me.

	As I thought about it, I suddenly realized what a fabulous
figure she had for a woman her age, with firm well formed breasts,
nicely rounded hips and lovely long slender legs. All of which made me
more than a little apprehensive about the future, but the more I
thought about it, the more I began to doubt that I had understood her
correctly. Perhaps she had meant something entirely different, when
she told me that she would see I didn't suffer and the pat on the
penis was probably accidental, obviously having meant to pat my leg,
so by the time I got to the kitchen to report to my two fellow
conspirators, I had fully convinced myself that I had misunderstood
her.

	Both Ruth and Susan were giggling when I finished recounting
what had happened in Mom's room, naturally I didn't tell them about
her patting me or her assurance that I wouldn't suffer after Marie had
left, for actually, at this point, I wasn't even sure just what she
had meant by my suffering, not that I would have told either of them
in any case.

	It was what happened later that same day that really surprised
me, for naturally, as I had suspected Aunt Norma tried to blame me for
the whole thing, though, oddly enough, she didn't question the faked
photographs, when I was again summoned to Mom's room.

	"You know what boys are like," Aunt Norma was saying when I
entered the room, speaking to my mother, in her usual contemptuous
tone, "he probably convinced her that she had to let him have his way
with her or he would get her discharged, so why should I let her go
for something she had no control over?"

	"Even if all you say were true," Mom replied, seeming
unusually firm as she spoke, "she still has the morals of an alley
cat, she's already admitted that she has been carrying on an affair
with George for sometime and I'm not about to turn my home into a
brothel just so you aren't inconvenienced by having to find another
maid for yourself and that's final!"

	"You should be sending him off to a military school," her
sister snapped, glaring at me as she spoke, "instead of firing Marie
just because she was too weak to resist to his sexual demands!"

	"You know Norma," Mom said softly, but with a hardness in her
tone that I had never heard in the past, "I just about had it with you
and your high handed methods. You try to blame Bill for everything
that happens in this house and I'm sick of it, so from now on I'm
going to run this house any way I see fit and if you don't like it,
you can follow your precious little whore out of here right now. Do
you understand what I'm telling you?"

	"How can you say that to me," Aunt Norma asked, quite
obviously shocked by her sister's calmly spoken words, "after all I've
done for you since your husband died?"

	"I can talk to you like that," Mom replied, grinning tightly,
"because I've done a hell of a lot more for you than you ever did for
me! I've let you have your own way around here ever since you moved in
on us, because I didn't want to fight with you, but now I've had
enough, you either do as I say from now on or you can get out right
now and that's final!"

	"I never thought I would see the day," Aunt Norma said, her
expression one of deep hurt, but her eyes flashing hate as she looked
at me, while she spoke, "when you would side with that little bastard
against your own sister."

	"If it wasn't for that `little bastard', as you call him," Mom
said in a hard cold voice, "and the inheritance his father left him,
you would be still working instead of living like a damn queen, so
keep that in mind the next time you're thinking of making trouble for
him, because in a couple of years he will be controlling the purse
strings of this family."

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sweet Revenge (MFFF, inc)[2/2]
Date: 2 Aug 1996 21:54:58 GMT

		      The Sweet Taste Of Revenge
				  by
				 RD 9
			     Chapter Four

	"You mean he gets the whole estate?" her sister asked in an
incredulous tone, staring at Mom in open dismay, "Didn't your husband
leave you anything at all?"

	"Oh yes," her sister smiled, quite obviously enjoying the
effect of her words on the other woman, "he left me enough to live on,
providing I live very modestly, but Bill gets the bulk of the estate
when he's twenty one."

	"Yes dear," Mom laughed, as her sister turned to stare at me,
"it's all true, so if you don't want to find out what it's like to
have to go back to work, either now or most assuredly in seven years,
I suggest you start treating my son better than you've been doing in
the past."

	Poor Aunt Norma she didn't know what to say or do at this
point and did the only left to her now, she turned around and fled
back to her own room.

	"That's something I should have done a long time ago," Mom
said, smiling at me as she spoke, "when she first started taking over
here, instead of waiting until now to do it."

	Not only was Marie discharged, but her confession resulted in
George losing his job too. So our household was short a maid and a
gardener, but only the gardener was replaced, for now that Mom had
taken control of the household, she decided that there was no need to
have two maids for Susan was able to do everything that required the
services of a maid.

	Mom and I never had our talk the day she had the difference of
opinion with her sister, but about a week later, she sent Susan out to
my darkroom, to tell me she wanted to see me in her room.

	She was in another negligee, but this one was much thinner
than the previous one I had seen her wearing, so I was able to see the
nipples of her rather large breasts quite clearly, as she swung around
on her vanity stool to face me when I entered the room.

	"Close the door dear," she smiled, flushing as she saw my
appreciative eyes sliding over her scantily clothed body, "Aunt Norma
is in town today, but I wouldn't want Susan to see me dressed this way
with you in my room."

	"I was just wondering dear," she said in a soft tone, the
flush in her face deepening now, as she looked up into my eyes, when I
stood before her, "if you're suffering now that Marie is gone, because
I haven't forgotten my promise, to help you when you get yourself all
worked up."

	Actually I didn't need any help at all, but I couldn't tell
her that I was now fucking Susan on an almost daily basis out in my
darkroom, so I did what any good American boy would do under similar
circumstances, I lied.

	"I try not to think about it," I said, finding I was almost
choking on the words, as I let my eyes drop to her lap and discovered
that I could now make out the dark shadow of her pubic forest beneath
the thin material, "and if that doesn't work I take a cold shower."

	"Oh you poor baby," she whispered, smiling up at me, as she
reached out and unbuckled my belt, "you should have told me, I would
have taken care of it for you."

	If I had screwed Susan that day, as I usually did when she was
finished making the beds, my prick might not have responded so
quickly, but now my passions soared, as I looked down into her smiling
face, so by the time she had pushed down my pants and shorts my eager
young shaft sprung forth, hard and ready for fucking!

	"Oh God," she murmured, staring at the throbbing cock as she
took it in her warm hand, then in a more controlled voice she
whispered, smiling as she once more lifted her eyes to my face, her
hand moving slowly back and forth on the thick shaft, "You really do
need some help don't you darling?"

	At this point it I was too excited to do anything but grin
back at her, but I was already wondering how she intended to take care
of me. She didn't leave me wondering for long however, for she
suddenly leaned forward and engulfed the bloated head of my hard prick
in her warm moist mouth, never taking her eyes from my face, even as
she moved her head back and forth slowly, letting her full lips slide
over the rubbery head, until it was almost out of her mouth, before
sliding it back in again.

	"Don't hold back darling," she whispered, releasing the prick
from its oral trap for a brief moment, "let it go whenever you're
ready to give it to me."

	She had barely gotten the cock back into her mouth when it
exploded, shooting the searing cock juice down her throat! I had come
so quickly that she gagged for a second before hastily swallowing the
rest of it, as it pumped into her tightly clamped mouth, then her hand
was milking it as she sucked away the last vestige of my sexual
tribute.

	"Satisfied now sweetheart," she whispered, smiling up at me
again, daintily wiping the remains of my hot offering from her lips,
with a tissue from her vanity, "or would you like to fuck me too?"

	It was strangely exciting to hear my own mother asking me if I
wanted to fuck her, not only had I never heard her use that word, but
now with my cock juice still coating her tongue, I was not only able
to accept the idea of her using such language, but able to actually
tell her that I wanted to fuck her.

	Even though I was no virgin anymore, when she positioned
herself on the bed, it was the first I had ever seen a woman totally
naked, so even after I had stripped myself, scrambled between her
lifted knees and into her waiting arms, my young cock was still as
hard as a rock.

	Due to the length of time her poor little pussy had been
neglected, Mom felt some discomfort when I forced the hard shaft into
her fiery pit, but once she had greased it with her natural
lubrication, she went berserk, as she tried to make up for all the
years she had been denied the pleasure of being fucked.

	Happily for the two of us, her foresight of draining my balls
before letting me get my cock into her hot hungry cunt, we were able
to fuck until she was completely exhausted.

	"Oh God darling," she gasped, staring up at me with pleading
eyes, "I can't take anymore, give it to me now!"

	"You want me to cum in you, Mom?!!" I asked in surprise,
feeling my own climax approaching as I stared down into her beautiful,
smiling face.

	"Oh, yes darling," she whispered, punctuating each word with a
gasp as I hammered the breath out of her, "put it in me. Give me all
you've got lover, give it to me!"

	No longer the least bit embarrassed, I scooped up her legs and
threw them over my shoulders, leaning forward so her knees were almost
beside her face, ramming my throbbing prick into her quivering cunt,
until it was completely buried, before releasing my hot load sticky
cock juice.

	Mom lay there smiling up at me with glittering, lust-filled
eyes, as my cock jerked and pulsed within her, squirting my hot load
deep in her heaving belly. After I had finished draining my aching
balls in her drooling cunt, I let my mother's legs slip from my
shoulders and collapsed on top of her, both of us panting loudly.

	She allowed me to savor the fabulous sensation of her educated
cunt milking the last drops of semen from the buried prick, until it
finally slipped from her of its own accord, before gently pushing me
from her perspiring body.

	"Come on darling," she whispered, "we have to get cleaned up
before Norma gets home. I don't want her to know I'm letting you fuck
me."

	When I had entered her room, I had been a young man full of
life and vitality, but when I left it, I felt like a tired old man. My
knees were actually shaking as I made my way downstairs to the kitchen
for a cup of coffee to give me strength.

	"My god, you look terrible!" Ruth laughed, as I almost
staggered into the kitchen, "Sit down, before you fall down!"

	"What have you been doing you young devil?" she grinned, after
pouring me the needed coffee and sitting down across the table from
me, as I sipped the hot brew, her amused eyes meeting mine, "Taking
some more pictures with Susan again?"

	"No," I grinned back at her, "besides the next time I want to
take those kind of pictures, I'm going to take YOU to the greenhouse."

	"Forget it, honey!" she laughed, flushing brightly, but never
taking her eyes from my face, "I'd kill you!"

	"Who knows," I laughed, sipping some more coffee, "I might
want to commit suicide!"

	We had no more time to pursue the subject, for Susan came
rushing in to inform us that she thought Aunt Norma was moving out!

	Perhaps I shouldn't have been so vindictive, but when I
arrived in the living room and found Mom and her sister engaged in a
rather emotional discussion about Aunt Norma wanting to move out on
her own. As I sat down beside my mother on the sofa, she continued
trying to persuade Aunt Norma that she should remain with us, at least
until she had found some sort of employment. It was then, for the
first time since Aunt Norma moved in on us, I took her side by telling
Mom to let her go if she wasn't happy with us.

	The expression on Aunt Norma's face, when I spoke, was enough
to convince me that all this talk of leaving was merely a sham to get
her sister's sympathy, so Mom would make concessions to her to
persuade her to stay with us and I lost no time in expressing my
opinion.

	"She hasn't been happy here since you fired Marie," I
repeated, grinning at Aunt Norma as I spoke, "so why force her to stay
when she's so unhappy? After all, if she finds it so terrible living
here with nothing to do but go shopping for you once in awhile, let
her go, maybe she enjoys working for a living."

	"I suppose you're right dear," Mom sighed, from the glint of
amusement in her eyes, she obviously also realized the truth now, "it
would be selfish on us to insist she stay here if she's so unhappy."

	It was hard to control the laughter I felt bubbling up within
me, for Aunt Norma was staring at her sister in open disbelief, for it
was all too obvious that she had never expected her sister to agree to
her leaving, despite their earlier disagreement.

	"Well what do you expect me to do?" she asked, her usual self-
confidence shattered now as she tried desperately to find a way to
back off from her threat to leave and still save face, "You've made it
all too clear that you don't care about me anymore, ever since you
fired Marie and never got another maid to take her place."

	"If the only reason you want to leave is so you can have a
maid," I grinned, not giving my mother an opportunity to offer her
one, "why don't you hire one for yourself?"

	"It seems as though Bill understands your problem better than
I do," Mom grinned, getting to her feet now, "so I'll leave it up to
the two of you to decide what you're going to do."

	As I watched Aunt Norma's expression, I wished I had my camera
with me, for it was something that should have been saved for
posterity. She stood there staring, in speechless dismay, at the back
of her departing sister, her expression giving mute testimony that she
had never dreamed that her future would depend on me, when she had
tried this ploy to regain her former position of authority.

	In all the years I had known her, I had never seen Aunt Norma
look as dejected as she did when she turned to face me, after we heard
her sister's bedroom door close behind her.

	"All right," she sighed, flushing brightly as her dull
lifeless looking eyes met my amused ones, "you win. I'm smart enough
to know when I'm beaten, so what do I have to do to stay here?"

	"I thought you wanted to leave," I asked in mock surprise,
"how come the sudden change on mind?"

	"You know damn well I never wanted to leave," she said, in a
flat voice, "so let's stop kidding each other now and tell me what I
have to do to stay on here."

	"Why not just tell her that you've changed your mind about
leaving?" I asked, stalling for time, for I knew damn well she would
never have given me the satisfaction of admitting defeat, if she had
any place else to go, but I needed time to decide how I would make her
pay for all the past the grievances she had done me.

	"You know damn well I can't do that without admitting I was
bluffing and she would never forgive me for using those tactics with
her, so we both know that you're my only hope of staying on here now,"
she replied, proving she was smart enough to realize I also wasn't a
fool, "Now tell me what I'm going to have to do to get your support."

	She knew without my telling her, her cheeks flaming, as I
lifted my eyes from her long slim legs to her flushed face, leering at
her like a true cad, but to my astonishment, neither her expression
nor her voice showed any of the indignation and disgust I had
expected.

	"If that's what your price is," she said in a cold unemotional
voice, "I guess I'll have to pay it."

	"That's my price," I grinned, recovering from her calm
acceptance of my visual suggestion, "but I'm not going to take you,
you're going to do it to me."

	"You mean you're just going to lie there and make me do it to
you?" she asked, staring at me incredulously, for it had been quite
clear from her attitude that she intended to deprive me of any
pleasure I might get from her, by lying like a corpse while I used her
body.

	"Now you've got it!" I laughed, enjoying the expression on her
face now to the fullest, as I watched her picturing in her mind what
it would be like impaling herself on my cock.

	"Isn't it enough that you're making me a prostitute," she
asked, visibly shaken now, as she continued to stare at me, "without
making me do it to you?"

	"I'm no fool," I replied, watching her carefully as I spoke,
"I know damn well you would somehow arrange for Mom to catch me
screwing you, but if you're the one taking the initiative, you're
going to have a hard time convincing her that it was my idea."

	"Why would I do anything like that for God's sake?" she asked,
trying hard to keep her eyes from wavering from my probing ones, "I
couldn't admit I did it to get you to allow me to stay, without
admitting I had no intention of moving in the first place."

	"So she would think I forced you to do it," I grinned,
returning her gaze as I spoke, "which would accomplish the two things
you want most right now, give you the upper hand over her again and a
chance to get rid of me, by proving I really am a sex maniac after all
and should be sent away to that military school."

	"What do you think she would do to you," she asked with
flicker of hope in her tone, "if I were to tell her that you want to
turn her sister into a whore?"

	"Be my guest," I laughed, determined I wasn't about to give
her anything that she might think would upset me, "but I suggest you
pack your bags first, because she is going to think you have a one
track mind, if you use the same old story of my forcing myself on a
woman."

	"If I do what you want," she asked, her tone and expression
telling me more eloquently than words that she knew she had no
alternative now, "how can I be sure that you won't arrange to have her
catch us in the act and blame me for it all, so she will end up
throwing me out anyway?"

	"Oh come on," I chuckled, letting my eyes slide over her well
shaped body as I spoke, "if you're good at it, why would I want her to
catch us?"

	"When do you want me to do it?" she asked meekly, her cheeks
flaming again, as she dropped her eyes to her hands that she was
wringing in her lap.

	"Suppose you come to my room tonight," I replied softly,
"after she's gone to bed, then we will both be undressed and
comfortable?"

	"All right," she said, her voice quivering, "but don't expect
me to be as good at it as Marie, because I only did it once when I was
still in high school."

	It was past midnight, when Aunt Norma slipped silently into my
darkened bedroom, but not before light from the hall had illuminated
her lovely naked body through the thin nightgown she was wearing,
confirming my suspicion that she had a beautiful figure, that her
usual attire concealed completely.

	"Oh God, turn out the light!" she gasped, when I flicked on
the lamp on my night table, which allowed me the pleasure of seeing
her feminine charms more clearly, "It's bad enough I'm here without
being embarrassed even more by letting you see me dressed this way!"

	"You might as well get used to it, honey," I grinned, making
no move to turn out the light as I let my eyes feast on her clearly
visible body, "because in a minute you're going to be showing me a lot
more than you're doing now, so stop wasting time and take off that
pretty nightgown, before it gets torn and come to bed like a good
girl."

	"You are a bastard," she said softly, as she looked at me with
something closer to hatred than anything else, before pulling the
flimsy material over her head, "You could at least treat me like a
woman, instead of lying there inspecting me like a piece of meat."

	"If you don't know the difference between a man admiring a
lovely looking woman and one looking at a piece of meat," I laughed,
as she stood before me, naked and defiant, staring down at me, "I can
understand why you never got married."

	Some of the hardness left her eyes at my words and a flush
came to her cheeks, as she suddenly threw up the sheet under which I
was lying and slipped in beside me.

	"Now will you please turn out the lights?" she asked, sounding
a little breathless as her warm leg came in contact with my own naked
body.

	Without saying anything I did as she asked, for I could feel
my cock stiffening at the first touch of her warm skin, then as I lay
back next to her, she spoke again, her voice actually trembling now.

	"How do I do it to you?" she asked, sounding as though she was
going to cry at any minute, as I slipped my hand between her warm damp
thighs and began to slide a finger along her pussy's tight lips, but
she didn't try to resist me in the least, even when I began to gently
probe between them.

	"Relax," I whispered, surprised when I felt her pussy already
coating my finger with her natural lubrication, "I'll do it to you
this time,"

	She didn't speak again, until I had thrown off the sheet and
was preparing to fuck her, her whole body trembling as she timidly
slipped her arms around my neck.

	"Oh God don't hurt me!" she sobbed softly, as I probed the
lips of her still tight, but now well lubricated cunt, with the
bloated head of my eager cock, "It feels so big, I don't know if I'll
be able to take it!"

	"Oh Lord!" she gasped, when I suddenly plunged it into her
tight slippery cunt right up to the hilt, her arms damn near breaking
my neck as she squeezed it, then with a rather surprised tone, she
whispered in a quivering voice, more to herself than to me, "My God!
You're in me!"

	When I slowly started fucking her, she gradually relaxed, then
as I continued to pound away at her tender clinging pussy, she began
moaning deep in her throat and her hips began to pump up to meet each
thrust of my aching prick, until she was throwing herself around like
a woman possessed, her warm spends soaking my bed.

	"Oh God," she moaned, in a gasping whisper, "I love it, it
feels so good, I wish it would never end."

	After having fucked my mother earlier, I thought for awhile
that my horny aunt would get her wish. Mom had drained my balls so
completely I was having a hard time getting excited enough to give her
the hot load she was now begging me to give her.

	Even if Mom hadn't fucked my brains out that afternoon, the
shock of finding out her cold tight lipped sister was really a cock-
hungry, completely uninhibited woman, once she had a prick stuck in
her tight little cunt, would have been enough to slow my coming.
Naturally, not having to control my emotions so I wouldn't come too
soon, I was able to appreciate the irony of the whole thing, as I
continued to pound away at the moaning woman beneath me, for instead
of making her suffer for her past treatment of me, I seemed to be
giving her more pleasure than she had in years.

	How long I fucked Aunt Norma that night before I finally shot
my hot load into her upthrust cunt, I have no idea, but I do know I
was too exhausted to do anything but fall on top of her gasping for
air, as she rained kissed on my face, her arms so tight around my
neck, I expected to hear it snap at any moment.

	Of course it was some time, before I was able to talk again,
without gasping between each word, but she still hadn't released her
legs from around me, as she tried to stop my slowly softening cock
from slipping out of her slippery pussy.

	"I'll tell Mom that I appealed to your better nature," I
whispered, after some thought, "and you decided you would stay on for
her sake. Who knows she might be so touched she'll give you that maid
after all."

	"Why not tell her the truth," she giggled softly, as my cock
finally dropped to her wet thigh, "that it would take a team of horses
to get me away from here now that I know what a fabulous fuck you can
give a woman?"

	It took a little while to convince Aunt Norma that I couldn't
fuck her again that night, but eventually she returned to her own room
after agreeing with my idea of a new maid, leaving me to ponder the
fact that all my elaborate plans for revenge had gone for naught. But
oddly enough, I no longer cared, for I knew, without her saying it, I
had just acquired my most passionate and demanding mistress.

	The next few weeks were rather hectic for me, for Susan came
to my darkroom most afternoons, for a little sexual fun and games,
while my loving mother insisted on relieving my sexual frustrations at
least three times a week, whether I needed any relief or not, but it
was Aunt Norma who nearly killed me, for she would sneak into my room
almost every single night, fucking me until I was too exhausted to
move.

	Fortunately all my mistresses became less passionate as time
passed, not that I wasn't fucking them all still, but they weren't
quite so demanding. Even Aunt Norma had slowed down to the point where
she only came to my room twice a week.

	It was to be expected I suppose, as I learned to satisfy all
my mistresses without killing myself anymore that I should notice
Ruth's figure, as I sat sipping coffee in the kitchen while she stood
by the sink washing dishes.

	She had a very nice body for a woman of forty five or so, for
though she was thinner than any of the other women in the house, she
still had breasts that pushed out her loose fitting house dress and
her ass though small was nicely rounded, but it was her long slender
legs that were her most outstanding attribute. She wasn't a pretty
woman, but she was still very attractive in a plain sort of way and
her good nature and sense of humor more than made up for her
unspectacular facial features.

	She paid no attention to me as I stood up and took my empty
coffee cup to the sink, but she damn near dropped the dish she was
wearing, when I slipped my arms around her waist, after putting down
the cup and saucer, pulling her back against the hardness of my cock,
that had developed as I had been watching her.

	"Oh God," she laughed, as she put down the dish, "you scared
the hell out of me you young imp!"

	"I have decided that life isn't worth living anymore," I said
softly, encouraged that she hadn't pushed me away yet, "so I decided
to let you help me commit suicide."

	"Oh for God's sake!" she laughed, after a moment or two,
obviously puzzled by my words, then recalling what she had said months
ago, "I'd forgotten all about that, for a minute I thought you were
serious."

	"The question is whether you were serious," I chuckled,
allowing my hands to slip up to her breasts and start kneading them
gently even as I spoke, "or whether you were just bluffing."

	"Oh God, stop it," she whispered nervously, pushing at my
hands, "before someone comes in and sees us."

	"No one is going to come in," I replied softly, resisting her
efforts to push my hands from her firm unfettered breasts, "and you
know it. Susan and Aunt Norma are both out shopping and Mom is in her
room napping."

	"Oh no, stop it honey," she whispered, her nervousness
increasing to near panic, when I slipped my hands from her breasts and
pulled up her house dress, but she made no further attempt at actually
stopping me, "You'll get me fired."

	Encouraged by her lack of resistance, I quickly shoved down
the little panties, revealing her well shaped ass, then quickly
dropped my own shorts and pants, freeing the already hard shaft and
within seconds, I was pushing it between the lips of her tight cunt,
as I pushed her forward over the edge of the sink.

	"Oh my God," she moaned, as her pussy surrendered to the
insistent cock and let it slide into its hot fiery depths, then I was
fucking her from behind with hard powerful thrusts.

	"Uhhhhhhhh, yessssss! Fuck me! But for God's sake hurry up
before we get caught," she whispered, the panic gone now, but not the
nervousness, a few minutes later, as her hot slippery hole greased up
my pumping shaft.

	"Push your ass back," I gasped, hammering her now, as I felt
the heavy load of cock juice beginning to churn up from my aching
balls, "so I can get it in deeper and I'll give it to you."

	"Go ahead," she whispered, a little breathless herself now,
leaning farther forward as she complied with my request, "give it to
me!"

	Looking down, I could see the cream flecked lips of cunt
grasping the thick prick between them, as it slid in and out of her
and that was exciting enough to trigger my climax.

	Pulling her back with both hands on her hips, I buried the
pulsing cock as deep as possible, then she was moaning softly as she
felt the hot load of love juice squirting into her belly.

	Naturally as soon as I finished unloading my sex offering, I
withdrew the dripping prick from her swollen pussy, allowing her to
straighten up again.

	"You little devil," she said softly, turning to face me, as
she pulled up her panties again, ignoring the sticky cream dribbling
down her thighs, as she faced me, her face as red as fire, "you could
have gotten me fired, if your aunt or mother had caught us."

	"I don't know if I can believe you," I grinned, realizing she
wasn't the least bit angry with me for fucking her, only worried about
getting fired for letting me do it, "after all you said you would kill
me and here I am alive and well."

	"All right lover," she grinned, her voice still barely more
than a whisper, as she suddenly reached out and took my hand, pulling
me toward the kitchen door as she spoke, "come to my room, where we
won't have to worry about being caught and you can finish the job you
started, then we'll see whether you're alive and well by the time I
get done with you."

	By the time I left her bedroom about an hour later, I was
sorry I had given into my impulse to fuck her, for she had damn near
succeeded in making good her promise of killing me. She had fucked me
continuously, pinching me, to cool my ardor, when I was getting ready
to come, then driving me to nearly climaxing again, before repeating
the whole thing again, so she was able to prolong our wild bout until
she was completely satisfied.

	It was amazing, for as I sat, totally exhausted, at the
kitchen table, sipping another cup of coffee, she was once again
busily working around the kitchen, as though nothing had happened. No
one would have believed that only a few minutes earlier she had been
fucking like a wild woman, for after a quick shower, donning a fresh
house dress and her hair back in place, she looked exactly the way she
had when I had first entered the kitchen.

	"What's the matter dear," she grinned, pouring herself a cup
of coffee finally and sitting down opposite me, "was Ruth too much for
her lover boy?"

	"God you were fabulous," I replied honestly, as I grinned at
her, "but for awhile I thought you really were going to kill me after
all."

	"You're pretty fabulous yourself honey," she whispered,
reaching over the table to take my hand as she looked into my eyes,
"I've never been so well fucked in my whole life."

	With the addition of Ruth to my string of mistresses, I was
now fucking every woman in the house, but, even though it was a highly
enjoyable pastime, I had little time for anything else, for when I
wasn't actually fucking, I had to rest up for the next time I would be
in bed with one of them.

	My plans for vengeance had backfired on me, for I all I
accomplished was making a physical wreck of myself and my troubles
aren't over yet, because Mom is talking about me getting married,
assuring me that if my wife neglects me, she'll take care of me
sexually. Naturally, all the other women assured me of the same thing,
when Mom made her plans for me known. My only hope now is that my
future wife will hate sex, but the way my luck is running, she will
probably be a fucking nymphomaniac!

			       The End