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Chapter 9- In Over Our Heads? Nah!

Breakfast was over, and mom and I were back in our cabin, but we weren't alone. Lying on the bed between us was the son of the owners, who supplied the general labour around the resort. He was on his back and moaning as mom bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock, stroking with her hand, and looking up into his eyes. Me, I was kneeling over his head and fingering myself, giving him a show. He seemed to be appreciative.

Turns out his name was Tom. At least I remembered to ask this boy.

We'd managed during the morning meal to intimate to him that he was more than welcome to come back with us to our rented cabin and share in our sexcapades. He nodded readily, indicating his full intent to be there. Apparently, our blowjobs had left quite an impression on him. There was something of a spring in his step for the rest of the meal, and I found myself hoping he didn't give himself away. Thankfully, his repressed mother, the owner, seemed to not notice.

He showed up at our cabin maybe forty-five minutes after the meal had ended, wearing a hopeful grin. I pulled him inside quickly, and asked a few questions, only one of which was his name. The most important question on my mind was how long we had.

"Oh, we've got plenty of time," he'd said, nodding as he followed me into the open space that was the living room. All the other rooms were set off from it. "Mom thinks I'm on a grocery and supply run. I told her I needed three hours, when I only really need one. My truck's parked in the woods just behind you, so she won't know I'm not gone."

"Handy, and he thinks ahead," mom had quipped as she joined us, now wearing a bathrobe that barely concealed her lovely, busty figure. "You're going to be a keeper for some lucky gal, young man."

He blushed, and I thought he might faint at the sight of the two of us, side-by-side in our plush bathrobes. We smirked as he drank in the view, our arms around each other's waist. While I was really looking forward to fucking mom, as always, it was going to feel great to get some real cock in me again. Tom here would fit the bill nicely.

Without further ado, mom walked up and took him by the hand before turning and leading him over toward the bedroom. I walked behind, checking out his butt in those jeans of his. It was nice, I had to say, and I couldn't wait to squeeze those cheeks before he was clapping mine. We didn't really waste time, since we only had two hours, so mom began undressing him. She pulled off the unbuttoned red-checked shirt he was wearing, and then pulled the white t-shirt beneath over his chest.

He was rather decently built, probably from all the physical labour he did around here, and I felt my mouth (and other areas) grow moist. He kinda had a Taylor Lautner thing going on, but without the pinched-up alpaca face. Whatevs, I could certainly work with it. Mom didn't seem to mind either, because she was already kneeling and unbuckling his belt.

I hugged him from behind, grazing my hands over his taut chest and stomach, enjoying the firmness. He was around my age, no doubt, certainly not much older. He shivered at my touch, further indicating to me that his experience with girls was rather limited. I wouldn't be at all surprised if mom and I had been his first blowjobs, or sexual experiences of any sort. Given how repressed and churchy his mother always looked and sounded, it was a fair bet.

It also explained why he jumped at the chance to let mom and I have our way with him.

"Well, hello, good sir," mom said as she pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung free of its confines. "It's nice to see you again."

It wasn't the biggest I'd ever had, but it was a sturdy, healthy rod, and I was looking forward to getting it in me. I could tell mom wanted to just dive right in, but she somehow restrained herself, and stood up again. I came around to join her in front of Tom, and we smiled as we began undressing one another for him. True, we were only wearing robes, bras, and panties, but mom and I know how to pull off a tease in minimal clothing, best believe it.

Soft hands pushed robes back and then let them fall to the floor. Tom gaped as our toned bodies came into view. Mom and I moved closer, our breasts almost touching, separated only by our lacy bras. My bra and panties were emerald green, and mom's were a deep red. We'd made sure to get our panties nice and wet the night before, then balled them up together and left them like that, so that our cum was mingling between them. It was, of course, one of our favourite rituals by now.

Both of our bras were front-hooking, so we both reached forward and undid the subtle clasps, letting the lingerie hang loose for a moment before then peeling them back and removing them from each other's shoulders, revealing our breasts. We both have largish breasts, with mom's maybe a hint larger than mine, with darker aureoles and nipples. We smiled warmly at one another and leaned in slightly, the nipples kissing.

I knelt down in front of my mother and wiggled her panties down, revealing her smooth, already-slick pussy. The sight made my mouth water, it always did. I planted a gentle kiss against it before working my way back up, kissing the mound, her belly, her breasts, and then her neck, and finally her mouth. Our tongues tangled for just a moment, before mom ended the kiss, remembering we had a guest. She returned the favour, kneeling in front of me and slipping down my sticky panties to reveal my womanhood before kissing her way up my body.

After sharing another kiss, we turned to look at Tom, holding each other around the waist, my left breast pressing into her right one while we smiled at him.

"Like what you see, slugger?" mom teased, seeing that he was already hard as a rock. I knelt and helped him out of the puddle of jeans and boxers before removing his shoes and socks as well, leaving him as naked as mom and I. We then brought him to the bed and gently laid him down on it.

"Ready for a repeat of yesterday?" mom asked him as she crawled to his middle and took hold of his throbbing shaft. He looked down at her and nodded before laying his head back, looking at the ceiling, almost dazed. I giggled and leaned down to kiss him, distracting him from mom while she began to work her magic. My tongue tangled with his and I caressed his chest with one hand, the other resting next to his head.

I chanced a glance down his body and smiled, watching mom kiss and stroke his tool, getting him used to her touch. We didn't want him popping off prematurely in excitement, after all; it'd be a disappointment for us and embarrassing for him. He moaned into my mouth as she took the head of his cock into hers, swirling her tongue around gently. I kept kissing him, not wanting him to focus on what mom was doing, not yet.

It occurred to me that he might be even better distracted by something else. I broke our kiss and wiggled around until I was straddling his face and looking down his body toward mom. My slick pussy was just inches above his mouth, and I slid my finger up and down the crease teasingly, letting him see how wet I was. I couldn't see his eyes, but I could feel them on me, gazing in rapt wonder.

Assuming I had permission, I lowered myself down onto his mouth, and let him begin experimenting. An orgasm wasn't strictly necessary for me at this moment; I mostly just wanted to keep him occupied. He began clumsily kissing and sliding his tongue around, trying to discover what he should be doing. Rather than instruct, I left him to it for a while, enjoying the show mom was putting on.

She was bobbing up and down slowly now on his turgid rod, her wet mouth leaving the soft skin glistening. She hummed gently as she sucked on him, clearly enjoying herself. Mom had told me she absolutely loved giving oral, and it was a trait she had passed on to me. I might've been slightly jealous that she was the one with a cock in her mouth, but I also knew she wouldn't leave me hanging. We'd be sharing before long.

I shivered and gasped lightly as Tom's tongue pushed inside me and hit a sweet spot. I wiggled on top of him, letting him know that he was on the right track. I was rewarded with more tongue probing, and he gripped my thighs firmly in his strong hands, sending shudders through me. Eagerness might not quite substitute for experience, but it's not without its charms, or pleasures. I certainly wasn't minding.

Eventually mom pulled her mouth off Tom's cock with a wet pop, and smiled up at me slyly, her hand still stroking up and down its length.

"Ready for a mid-morning snack, baby?" she purred in her sultry sex voice.

"Thought you'd never ask," I replied as I wiggled forward, removing my pussy from Tom's mouth. He glanced down his body, wondering what had happened to his meal, but then saw me assuming my mom's position at his hips. I had my hand around his shaft, and the pulsing head down my throat, before he could even moan. Mom, meanwhile, moved up and knelt over him, her lovely boobs swaying in his face.

"Let's see what you can do with these, big boy," she whispered to him. He needed no further encouragement to begin sucking on mom's tits, groping and fondling them inexpertly, while his mouth and tongue slathered around her nipples, making her smile and coo. She kept him good and busy while I tested the limits of what his cock could take.

God, it felt so good to have a real dick in my mouth and down my throat. Don't get me wrong, I wanted mom's cunt and tits more than anything these days, but a good fucking by a solid cock would always be a joy for me, especially when I could share it with her.

Mom was facing away from me, and I reached out and began caressing her wonderful ass, and dragging my fingertips up and down her gooey, pliant pussylips. She moaned in bliss, squirming back against my fingers, letting me know with a wiggle what she wanted. Never able to say no to her, I slipped my probing fingers inside her, making her shiver and arch her back, biting her lip, while she pushed her tits down into Tom's face.

I could feel her wanton slit squeezing my fingers, begging for more. Still moving up and down on Tom's cock with my mouth, I pushed deeper inside her, up to the bottom knuckles of my index and middle fingers. She made a choking sound in her throat as she strangled back a loud, shameless moan. Despite the privacy afforded by our remote cabin, it never hurt to be a little bit cautious with the sex noises. Keeping Tom quiet might be challenge enough, after all.

I hummed gently as I sucked up and down the length of his pole, vibrating my lips against the sensitive skin, and felt him squirm beneath me in response. My thumb pressed along the thick vein on the underside of his cock as I moved it up, something mom taught me in order to keep guys harder longer, at least without getting inside them and massaging their prostate to sleep.

"Go ahead and give them a bite," I heard her pant as she fucked my fingers with her pussy. "Bite them, they can take it."

Thankfully, Tom didn't literally bite down hard on her nipples, but took them between his teeth and nibbled rather experimentally. Mom groaned in response, and I could tell she loved it, because pushed back greedily against my hand. He was tonguing and sucking on her nipples nearly as loudly as I was on him, an odd thing to hear, but I was at least glad for his distraction. He was too busy pleasing mom to cum.

Mom grunted and her pussy gripped my fingers fiendishly, suddenly becoming very wet. The slut, she'd allowed herself an orgasm! My fault, I guess, probing all those pleasure spots inside her. It thrilled me to know I could make mom cum so easily, even if I had some rather inexpert help at the moment.

She looked back at me now, her eyes smouldering with a deep lust, enhanced by her orgasm. She ground her ass and cunt against my hand slowly, rippling her muscles around me.

"I think it's time to fuck, baby," she managed to say. "Let's make a man of Tommy here..."

As I knelt up, relinquishing my mouth's grip on his cock, mom moved away from his face and came down to join me at his hips. Tom just gazed down his body, fully of wonder and desire. Our two lush forms filled his vision, and his cock visibly throbbed between us. Mom smiled wickedly, obviously having something in mind for our little boy-toy.

"Just hold still, big man," she instructed him, leaning back on her hands, and then steadying herself on her feet, so that she was in a low crab-stance over him. I understood immediately and mimicked her posture. We then wiggled in close, my left leg passing over her right, until we were scissored together, with his ramrod cock pressed between our pussies. We adjusted our positions for some comfort, and then began slithering against each other, around his tool. I shuddered as I felt his throbbing head graze firmly over my clit, the motion having the same effect on mom, who groaned shamelessly.

We girl-fucked one another around his cock for nearly a minute, hearing him moan in pleasure. It became obvious, though, that he'd lose control before long if we kept this up, and that didn't suit us. We wanted his thick, warm cum in our cunts, not sprayed over our bellies and tits, after all. It was also a hard position to hold for too long, given how plush these mattresses were, to be honest.

Mom paused, keeping her cunt pressed against him, but she looked at me and nodded. I smiled and pressed in a little harder, working his cockhead inside my wanton cunt. Without a word to him, I slowly sank down, moaning loudly as he invaded my burning depths. I bottomed out moments later, my pussylips meeting the base of his shaft. He was just staring at us, wide-eyed as if in disbelief.

"There you have it, slugger," mom purred, smiling at him. "You're not a virgin anymore, my daughter took it. Y'happy with that?"

"God, yes," he managed to rasp, his head sinking back on the bed and his hands covering his eyes as he fought to control himself. "Oh my God, that's... fuck..."

"I think he's enjoying it, baby," mom mused, smirking at him, and then at me. I had begun slowly moving up and down his shaft, revelling in the feel of once again having a live cock inside me. It was absolute Heaven. Anyone who wasn't dedicated to the notion of fucking all day, every day, was a total moron. The glorious feeing of his manhood pulsing inside me...

I somehow managed to pull myself off Tom's cock and sighed heavily, composing myself while mom pressed in and sank down, taking him inside her cunt. She moaned and murmured something along the lines of 'too damn long', and just held him in place, enjoying the sensation of a man inside her. Once she was certain he'd calmed down, she began churning her hips slowly, keeping her pussy pressed to mine, our clits brushing against each other, eliciting sighs from us both.

We ground our cunts together, switching off again so that he was back inside me. But as I'd said, the position was a tough one to hold for too long, and I began to feel it in my arms and knees. Mom was as well, although she didn't readily show it. She looked at me while she ground her hips, sweat shining on her lovely form.

"I think our strong male friend here should have to do at least some of the work, Bron," she breathed, pressing in tight, her clit mashed to mine. I arched my back and bit my lip in response to the stimulus. She certainly knew how to get my attention. I nodded and slid off him slowly, regretting the suddenly empty feeling in my core, even though it was only temporary.

"Sweetheart, Bron and I are going to assume a different position," mom said to Tom now, moving deftly to kneel beside him and stroking his sticky cock to keep him hard. "You're going to be kneeling behind us, okay? Do you know what doggy-style is?"

He groaned his agreement and slowly got up, rolling off to the side while mom laid down on her back, folding a pillow over double and putting it under her butt before spreading her legs. Without any hesitation, I settled down on top of her, my boobs squashing into hers and we began kissing rapturously. My pussy found hers and squirmed heatedly, loving how our clits throbbed and kissed while our netherlips mingled, becoming one.

I felt Tommy instinctively get between our legs, kneeling behind us. He took hold of my ass, and I spread my legs wider, managing to hook my ankles behind mom's knees. We paused in our kissing long enough to look back at him, both of us giving him a sultry smile.

"Pick your Heaven, hotshot," mom said to him, her hands reaching down to pull my cheeks apart and exposing my gooey, pink cunt to him. "You can switch back and forth as often as you like, and don't worry about being gentle. These bodies are built for fucking."

Tom needed no encouragement, his hands replacing mom's as he took hold of my hips. He pondered his options for several seconds, and I could feel his cockhead probing against us both. I squirmed and almost whined in need and was rewarded with the feeling of his iron-hard shaft sliding deep inside me, the weight of his body leaning in on me. I moaned loudly before kissing mom urgently. She returned the kiss with a great eagerness, thrilling to the feel of her baby girl getting fucked on top of her.

We swallowed each other's tongues while Tom began sliding back and forth inside me, his cock stretching my cunt walls just right. My moans were almost whimpers in mom's mouth, and the pleasure was almost too good to be true. I could have cum right then and there, but didn't want to set Tom off before he'd been inside mom at least once in this position.

The whole situation was so erotic- mom and I pussy-fucking, mashing our cunts together, while getting fucked by a real dick. What made it even hotter for us both was that we'd been taking Tom's virginity, pulling him down into our little realm of depraved pleasure, which just enhanced what mom and I were feeling a thousand times over. I'd taken boys' cherries before, but sharing this with mom was a whole new level, and one I'd never forget.

I sucked in my breath as he pulled out of me, and mom wailed into my mouth as he pushed into her. We kissed feverishly, fingers gripping exposed flesh hard enough to leave welts as he fucked her. I could feel him sliding in and out of her, my pussylips brushed by the thick, throbbing shaft. Our tongues and our clits dueled, and I couldn't help but smirk inside my head at how damned lucky this guy was. After all, how many boys could truthfully claim to have lose their virginity in a hot mom-and-daughter threesome?

Before I was ready, he was back inside me, and I gasped, his cock almost shoving the air out of my lungs. I think the word is gestalt, but this whole scenario had me burning up, and I had no idea how I was going to keep from screaming loud enough for the whole county to hear me once I finally came. My mind was spinning and my body an inferno. My cunt was sloppy, shamelessly wet, and I could feel mom's was too.

I could hear Tom grunting now, and his cock was swelling inside me. We had mere moments before he busted, and I was elated to know that I'd be cumming mere moments after he did, spurred on by mom's impending climax as well. Our hearts thundered in our chests, and we kissed in a frenzy of passion, almost tearing at one another in need.

Mom broke the kiss for a moment, panting loudly as she looked down at Tom, making sure he understood the single most vital thing in the world- that he needn't worry.
"Go ahead and cum in us, Tom," she managed to gasp, her face flushed and gleaming with sweat, just like the rest of her lovely body as it ground into mine. "Cum in us both, it's not a problem, honey!"

This seemed to tip Tom over the edge, and he shuddered and whimpered as he pressed down and in on me as hard as he could, arching his back. My resistance broke and I jammed my lips against mom's, screeching into her mouth as my pussy clenched Tom desperately. Half a second later, I was rewarded with the sensation of his cum jetting strongly inside me. I almost shrieked in protest as he pulled out of me, but then felt him plunge that still-turgid rod deep inside mom just beneath me, pumping his cum into her as well, as instructed. Mom screamed into my mouth, her nails raking along my back and digging into my ass cheeks. I could feel our clits throbbing in time with our hearts, a maddening, delirious sensation that almost had me pass out.

We were a heaving, shuddering and sweaty mass of flesh and tangled limbs. Seemingly exhausted, I felt Tom settle his weight down on top of me, and this pressed me into mom. We both shuddered and wailed again, cumming together as his cock reached deeper inside her. We must've bathed his groin so thoroughly as to glue him to us. I couldn't have moved, even if I hadn't been pinned between them.

I was floating, drifting on aethryic rivers of colours, vibrant and luxurious, tingling all of my senses. My best orgasms were always like this, and they all seemed to involve mom. I luxuriated in this heightened state of bliss, aware of mom and her pleasure. She was kissing me, and I was kissing her back, But I felt the sensations of it, not the action: colour sprays, almost, as our tongues danced and caressed. My orgasms must sound so trippy to other people.

It could've been hours later when I finally left that realm of bliss, but I knew in my head it was only minutes. We didn't have hours to spare, after all. My body shivered and reality came back into sharp focus as Tom slid back inside me, pumping back and forth. I almost giggled, appreciating the endurance of young cock, even if little technique was involved. Even after he came, he was still hard, and clearly determined to make sure mom and I got the full experience. No complaints here.

Mom and I continued to make out, moaning in contentment while we let Tom occupy himself pushing his cock into each of us in turn. We each experienced a number of pleasant aftershocks, welcoming them as we shared the sensations. Our kisses had become languorous and loving, while we whispered and caressed gently. Her sticky pussy was glued to mine, and we just enjoyed the feeling of being slowly, casually fucked in turn.

Eventually, Tom's endurance flagged, his arms and legs trembling from the effort of holding himself up. Props though, he'd performed admirably for his first sexual experience, and with mom's and my guidance, had brought to horny sluts to orgasm. He had every right to be proud, and we'd make sure he knew it.

Mom and I stirred and moved finally, prompting Tom to pull out of whichever one of us he was in. My pussy was tingling so hard I could barely tell anymore. He flopped onto his back while mom and I snuggled into his sides and caressed his weary body. We giggled and leaned across his chest to share an affectionate kiss, our fingers knotting over his trim stomach.

"Well now," mom mused in her dulcet tone, tracing a fingernail over his abdomen. "That certainly sealed the deal on where we'll be staying whenever we're out this way again."

"Mmmffff, remind me to try and convince my mom and dad to keep this place open year-round, then," Tom sighed, clearly fatigued. "And I'll looked into preferred customer discounts."

Mom and I both giggled prettily and began kissing our way down his body, predictably arriving at his still-swollen but now limp cock. We took turns holding it while we kissed it, and then slid it into our mouths, cleaning it of our mingled cum. We talked to his dick, complimenting it on a job very well done. Tom sighed and moaned in pleasure. We kissed around it, our tongues flickering and tangling around the head, Our thumbs squeezed along that vein, teasing the last of the cum our of him.

Tom sagged into the plush bed, thoroughly spent, but mom and I still needed cum. The only available source at this point, though, was deep inside one another. No problem. We gently eased Tom toward one side of the bed and snuggled into each other in a sixty-nine, hugging close and snaking our tongues deep inside one another's cunts, lapping the sweet cum into our eager mouths.

Being us, though, what had originally been intended as a quest for cum became a quest to cum, and we were soon licking and fingering each other into a messy frenzy. My thighs clamped around mom's head and I shook violently as she brought me to orgasm, her tongue deep inside my cunt. My middle finger was buried in her ass while I lashed her pussy with my tongue, drinking her cum greedily.

That did it for me. I was utterly spent. I was a puddle of exhausted bliss, locked between my mother's strong, graceful thighs, and I could have quite happily died there. Her warm, sticky cum was all over my face, and coating the inside of my mouth and my throat, cloying and sweet. I felt her kisses on my pussy, knowing she'd happily lapped up all my cum too, and gotten every pearly drop of Tom's cum out of me. It thrilled me to know she'd swallowed it all, that it was a part of her now, just as it was me.

Somehow, eventually, we were snuggled back into Tom. Mom, who had more resolve than either of us younger folk, managed to set an alarm on her phone, indicating when we'd be getting up to shower and clean ourselves. It wouldn't do to have Tom reeking of sex when he got back, would it?

The alarm went off, and we all shuffled into our cottage's shower. It was a tight fit for three, but with body wash and determination, we made it work. Mom and I giggled and washed Tom thoroughly, sliding our slippery bodies up and down his frame. Our tits massaged his cock, even managing to bring him back to hardness! God bless young men and their horny endurance!

We sucked him off together, and were rewarded with another load of cum, which we allowed him to spray across our faces. We then let him watch as we kissed and kicked it off one another, before cleaning him again. We got out of the shower and dressed him, remaining naked ourselves. He had ninety minutes to spare, so we kissed him gratefully and thanked him profusely by the door, promising that we'd do this again before we checked out.

Making sure no one could see him, he tottered off toward his pickup truck, and I knew mom and I were both hoping he'd manage to get rid of that dopey 'I just lost my virginity!' grin before returning to his parents. Only time would tell.

I closed the door and leaned back against it, looking at the wooden ceiling of our cottage and sighing. Standing in front of me, mom just smiled, knowing exactly what I was feeling.

"God, I needed that," I said finally. "I may have an unholy lust for my mother, but I'll never tire of cock, obviously."

"Good, because that's the only way I'll ever get grandkids," she mentioned, stepping close to me and pressing her breasts into mine so that our nipples were kissing. I smiled and put my arms around her shoulders while hers came to rest on my waist.

"If I have a daughter, d'you think she'll be attracted to me when she's my age?" I wondered. "Will I end up fucking her?"

"Well, if you had a daughter real soon, I'd only be around fifty-four, and I'm planning on still being hot, so maybe she'll want us both," mom quipped, rubbing her nose against mine. "And hey, maybe the same applies to a son. Imagine having cock available whenever we both want it. And it would be trained by us both."

"God, we're such total sluts and perverts," I giggled, blushing at the thought. "I guess we've discussed dad fucking me if he was still around, so it's not really any different, right?"

Mom shrugged. "The only difference was that you and I never planned to end up as lovers. We're planning ahead here, seemingly. Well, we'll cross that bridge when we cum on it."

I snickered at her choice of words and kissed her lovingly, her body melting into mine as I remained leaning against the door. The kiss finally ended, and we smiled into one another's eyes, entire conversations happening with a look. I kissed her nose and straightened up, still holding her.

"We've got several hours before we need to get ready to go to the club," I mentioned, loving how her nipples felt pressed against mine. So natural. So perfect. "So what shall we do until then?"

By way of response, mom reached down and stroked a single finger along my slit, causing me to shudder and get a wanton tingle I wouldn't have thought possible after the session earlier. She smiled at me slyly.

"I have to admit, I could stand to fuck you in the shower again," she said in a quiet but persuasive voice. "I've been getting horny and wet since the door closed and I have you all to myself again."

"Oh, God, mom, let's fuck!" I said hastily as I lurched forward and dragged her by her hand toward the shower.

***

"Not gonna lie, I'm looking forward to seeing what you two can do tonight," the manager said to us as we stood in front of his desk in the dingy office. It smelled of stale, old smoke, and I tried to not make a face. The clunky, yellowed desktop occupying one half of his desk was older than I was. Mom and I were wearing our tight, abbreviated schoolgirl outfits again. "You were a big hit on amateur night, so I'm thinkin' this'll be good money for all of us."

"Can you just go over the rules for us again?" mom asked, standing next to me and holding my hand. She gave it a subtle squeeze, making sure I was paying attention to what he said. Two sets of ears were better than one. "About interacting with the guests, I mean."

"Pretty simple, really," he began, putting down the pen he'd been using and settling back in his chair to look at us. "Feels weird to be explaining it to you, since you both are naturals at this. You dance like you've been doing it forever."

I know he meant it as a compliment, but it still sounded wrong. I ignored it and let him continue.

"They keep their hands off you during the performances, although you're likely to get a bit of a grope or feel copped if you let them put bills in your clothing. Fair warning, as long as they're not blatant. You thinkin' about offering lapdances?"

We both nodded.

"Well, it's best to remind these yahoos to keep their hands to themselves, because they'll try to get away with stuff if they can. Don't feel like you're being rude if you're upfront about it before your lapdance begins. Try to keep it relatively tame if you're in the lounge area. There's private rooms if you figure someone deserves a special show. Dark corners work pretty well, too."

"Are there rates for dances?" mom asked. "And what's the house cut?"

"That's kinda between you and the guest, but the other girls usually charge about twenty bucks for three minutes. Don't be afraid to charge more, and don't settle for less than a hundred in a private room. Give 'em at least five minutes if you get them back there. As for the house cut, let's settle for twenty-five percent since you're amateurs; that includes tip out to the bartenders and hostesses, okay?"

"That works," mom said, nodding. It sounded like we were ready to leave.

"One more thing," the manager said, leaning forward. "I'm not sayin' you're the types to do this, but I gotta keep our asses covered here, so... no sex with the guests, okay? Y'never know when an undercover state trooper is in the building. No money exchanging hands for sex, even if the camera in private room three is broken."

We both nodded. "Any customers to steer clear of, either because they're trouble, or they have another favourite girl?"

He shrugged. "The guys'll make it pretty clear, and you can ask the girls, I suppose. The bouncers are on top of things, and I'll ask Chuck to keep an eye on you, make sure the guests don't try anything. He's my nephew, so he's good for it."

Mom and I both tried hard not to smirk- if this Chuck was his nephew, that likely meant that Chuck was Diamond the stripper's brother. You've got to love small towns.

Says the girl constantly fucking her mother.

"Thanks for the tips, we'll try to bring the house down for you," mom said sweetly, smiling at the man. "Guess we'd better get out there, it sounds like the place is filling up.

"Well then, knock 'em dead, ladies," he said before nodding and returning to his pile of papers. I found it somewhat odd that he had two smoking hot women in schoolgirl outfits standing not four feet away from him, and he seemed completely unfazed by it. I knew it wasn't us, so it must have been him. Talk about a world-weary soul.

Hand-in-hand, we left the office, and went to the dressing room designated for amateurs. A few of the other dancers stopped by and greeted us, inviting us to come and share the main dressing room with them. We smiled gratefully and declined, giving the excuse that we were still slightly nervous and just wanted some quiet and calm time before heading out. It was an excuse they all bought readily, since it made them feel like the seasoned professionals. They wished us well and headed to their own room. We began touching up what little makeup we were wearing, mostly meant to catch the garish lights just right in the main room.

"Listen to that crowd and that music," mom mused as she touched up her eyes. "I won't lie, baby, chances are we're going to be felt up a lot tonight, even if we manage to keep from being outright molested."

"Do you intend to get fucked?" I asked, looking in my mirror and cupping my tits, making sure they were even inside my midriff-knotted white shirt. God, they looked amazing! I couldn't wait to tease everyone with them.

Mom smiled. "Tempting a proposition as that is, I'm not sure it'd be safe. Even with my birth control in full force, there's still STDs to consider, and there's an awful lot of plaid being worn in this town."

I snickered. "So we'll play it by the moment, right? Maybe there'll be a cute guy we trust."

"Or a girl," mom pointed out.

"Wow, you're really getting into this whole bisexual thing, aren't you?" I stated, smirking at her in the mirror we shared.

"Maybe, but it's also probably just the excitement of this insane situation we've put ourselves in," she replied, reaching over and caressing my ass cheeks beneath my short, pleated skirt while she worked on her lashes. "Might as well do just about everything while we're here, away from home, right?"

"That's true, I accept your deep mommy wisdom on the issue," I announced. "I'll also keep my eyes open for a cute girl to fuck."

"Maybe some lucky guy or girl will get us both in a private room, hm?" she teased, smiling slyly.

"God, mom, don't soak my panties before I even get on stage," I protested, squirming at the thought of doing a private show with my mom. Just looking at her in the mirror had my mouth watering. I wanted her so bad already.

She smiled up at me once she'd finished her lashes. "Haven't put lipstick on yet, have you?"

I shook my head, and she gave me a wicked look before pulling her cellphone out of her purse and turning on the camera. She stood and hit record before setting it on a small shelf on the mirror, facing us. Without another word, we wrapped our arms around each other and began kissing longingly, our breasts squashed together through our shirts. Tongues tangled and romanced inside our mouths, hands wandered and caressed. The camera caught the whole thing.

"Two minutes until the big start, ladies, I- oops, sorry!" Tracy said as she opened our door and looked inside, actually blushing. She'd caught us holding on to one another's hips and leaning backward, skirts lifted and squirming our thong panties together. I'd already given up on saving these ones from a soaking.

"No worries, Tracy," mom said easily, releasing me and stepping back, giving us each a chance to adjust ourselves. "Just getting warmed up. Thanks, we'll see you out there!"

Tracy nodded and closed the door.

"Good thing I brought a few extra pairs," I sighed as I stripped out of my thong and then slid another set on in its place. "We are so badly behaved, mom. I totally would've forgone the cue to get onstage and just kept fucking you here."

"Us? Getting out of control? Noooo," mom giggled as she replaced her own panties, balling her sticky, used ones up with mine and setting them aside for later. "Sometimes a little intervention is a good thing."

"Sure doesn't feel like it," I mumbled, biting at my knuckle as I tried to calm myself down. "But at least we've got some exciting video for later."

"Bring your phone with you, baby, I noticed some well-holsters beside the stage for them," mom said, retrieving hers. "Just make sure your password is good and strong."

"They'd never guess it in a million years, mom," I replied, phone in hand. "So, y'ready to do this, Jez?"

"You know it Belle," she said sweetly, giving me a saucy wink. "Let's knock 'em dead!"

And what a night it would turn out to be.

***

I might not have personally cared that much for Juicy J, but his song was a great one to strip to. While 'Bandz A Make Her Dance' blared through the building, I spun around a pole on one of the jutting platforms off from the main stage. Vera and Kryssy were doing their set at center stage, and mom was on the far side opposite me, dancing on the other small jutting platform, keeping the attention of every man near her. We were keeping our outfits on, trying not to distract too much from the action in the center.

I turned and dropped into a low squat, gyrating my ass slowly at the crowd in the seats nearby. My skirt and my thong were still in place, but neither left much to the imagination, admittedly. The skirt barely fell past my pussy, and the front of my thong didn't even cover it.

The place was packed already, and it was getting hot. Mom and I had taken several precautions to keep from sweating easily, such as making sure we stayed hydrated, but Kryssy also helpfully advised us to each put a teaspoon of olive oil in our mouths and swish it around. It not only prevented excessive salivation during our routines, but it really did also cut back on the sweating, despite our environment and exertions. Who knew? Stripper knowledge is a thing!

I churned and gyrated, turning my head to smile and wink at my audience. Several men were waving bills, and I released the pole and dropped to my knees, crawling forward like a sultry cat. With the schoolgirl uniform on, I'm sure the effect was absolutely incredible. At the edge of the stage, I knelt up, rubbing my hands up and down my torso and over my breasts while the men began stuffing the bills into my thong. I tried not to giggle as I realized that trying to resume dancing with this many bills was going to be absurd, not to mention running the risk of a paper cut on my tender skin.

The song ended, and I stood and blew them all a kiss before wiggling off toward the back of the stage, lifting my skirt to flash my ass at them all. I was rewarded with many cheers, and blushed as I trotted back behind the curtain to join mom near our phones. She was already drinking from a bottle of water and smiled at me, looking flushed by elated.

"Having a good time, baby?" she asked quietly, sipping the cool liquid.

I began pulling the bills out of my thong and presenting them by way of an answer. "A profitable one, certainly."
"Mmm, same for me," she agreed, patting her hips. "Rica and Tracy are out on the wings now, while Diamond is front and center. Guess we'll let her have her moment in the sun before we take over, hm?"

Out on stage, 'Lollipop' by Lil Wayne began playing. Mom smiled and rolled her eyes before popping her phone out of the holster nearby and activating the camera. She put her arm around me and we leaned into one another as she began recording.

"Here we are, my little girl and I, misbehaving badly by pretending to be strippers," she said into the camera, smiling dazzlingly. "We're gonna get naked and show our tits and pussies to the crowd, and some lucky people are getting some very naughty dances tonight. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Sure is," I purred, smiling wickedly at the camera and then leaning into to bite mom's ear gently, making her close her eyes, shiver and sigh. "And when it's all over, back to our little cottage, where we're gonna fuck, and fuck, and fuck, until we pass out."

I took gentle hold of mom's hand and brought it down to her hips, still recording. I knelt and smirked as I lifted her tiny skirt, revealing her miniscule thong. It was even smaller than mine, I swear. My mom was such a wonderful slut. I traced my fingers across the material gently, making her shiver again.

"Everyone gets to see this beautiful pussy tonight, but it's mine. It's on loan to these yokels for a special viewing."

I then leaned in and kissed the thing gently, tracing my fingers along her slit. I could feel her thighs trembling, and hoped her camera caught it.

"Gnnnn, get up here, you little slut," mom rasped as she pulled me back to my feet. Half a second later, she'd jammed her mouth to mine, and we were kissing hungrily, the camera still watching us closely. Our tongues dueled for several seconds before we pulled back from the kiss, staring at one another, faces flushed.

"Jesus, mom, how do you make olive oil taste sexy?" I breathed, touching my lips in disbelief. I turned and opened my bottle of water, trying to not drink the whole damn thing all at once. It cooled me off a bit, and mom put away her phone, composing herself. She pressed her palms together in front of her face as she stared at some point on the wall.

"I have no idea how I'm gonna keep from breaking the law and not just fuck you right there on stage, baby," she murmured. "It'll take more willpower than I've had to show about anything in years, I swear."

"I might be willing to go to jail for that," I replied, knowing exactly how she felt. Thankfully, we'd both brought another spare set of dry panties with us to the stage, and we now changed into those. We'd heard the other girls mention that this was all so routine for them by now, that they could spend the entire evening doing their thing and remain dry. What a horrid thought.

Diamond's song ended, and to my surprise, I felt a tiny pang of nerves. Mom smiled and clasped my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, baby, this'll be fun. The minute you see that crowd, the yips will go away. Promise."

I nodded and she gave me a tender, loving kiss. Moments later, the DJ who sounded like Stan Lee announced us, calling Jez and Belle to center stage. Hand-in-hand, we walked through the curtains, coming out to applause and endless whistles, cheers, and catcalls. Our established song from the first night, 'Cherry Pie' by Warrant, began playing, and I cast any and all fears behind me as I threw myself into my role.

Mom and I danced around one another, squirming and gyrating, smiling lewdly at the almost frenzied crowd below. Kryssy and Vera were dancing around the poles on the protruding platforms, but most of the room's attention was on mom and myself, no question.

The routine we'd devised for ourselves saw us stripping our tops off, exposing our breasts to the crowd. They roared their approval as our tits came into view. I bit my lip and ignored the incredible tingle I felt as we twisted by one another, our nipples brushing. Mom winked at me and we kept going.

Skirts came off next, and we stood facing away from each other, knees bent and squirming our asses together while we played to the side of the room we were facing. Then we stepped back and spun slowly around the pole together, clad only in our Mary Janes, knee-high socks, and thongs. We'd practiced hard, and our execution was perfect. We spun and tangled slowly around each other, without getting caught up. The crowd was still going wild.

With a third of the song still to go, mom and I then stepped forward again, away from the pole, and twirled around one another before leaning in on each other, back-to-back. We took hold of each other's thongs and wiggled them down over our asses. Then we both leaned forward and finished pulling them down, smoothly stepping out of the tiny garments and then standing up tall, exposing ourselves to the room. Loud cheers erupted again, exulting in our eagerly awaited nudity.

We gyrated and ground in front of the cheering guests, and the rush I felt was absolutely incredible, even more thrilling than the first night. My legs were spread wide, and I ran my fingers up and down my slit, teasing my lips open to let the people ogling me see my glistening inner pink. I was so turned on right now, especially knowing that mom was doing the exact same thing mere feet away to people on the other side of the stage.

As the song was wrapping up, we were tangling around one another again, and sat back onto our hands. Legs pushed by one another, as at the final beat, we pushed our pussies together and arched our backs to the ceiling, striking a memorable pose. The roar of the crowd was unreal, and we held the position for a few seconds before twisting apart and spinning away from each other.

They were still shouting and applauding as we stood, scooping up our thongs smoothly and twirling them on our fingers as we walked toward the back of the stage. Without a word of warning to anyone, we flung the tiny garments back into the crowd, smirking as we heard people scuffling to retrieve them.

"Jesus H. Crackers, it is so hard to believe you two've never done this before," Tracy exclaimed as she met us behind the curtain. "We've had real porn stars come and dance here and not get the response you two got just now. It's insane."

"Amateur good luck," mom replied, shrugging. "I mean, we're just doing this for a thrill, so we agreed to go all-out, y'know? That, and we're new faces here, so people aren't used to us."

"I guess that's fair," Tracy admitted, considering. "But no lie, I've never seen 'em so worked up, even for pros. You'll be the hot ticket tonight if you decide to give out dances."

"We were thinking about it," I said, smiling at mom. "Think it'll be alright with the other girls?"

"Do you plan to move here and take over?" Tracy asked.

"Nope," I said simply. "We're big-city girls, with big-city needs and dreams. This was just a larf, y'know?"

"Then I doubt anyone's gonna object, even Diamond, now that you've put her in her place," Tracy laughed cheerfully. "Well, if you don't mind you ass feeling like a pincushion by night's end, you'll enjoy the money, for sure. Go get 'em, ladies!"

We returned to our little corner, where we both drank some more water, and then discussed what we would do next. While our instincts might have told us to stick close to one another all evening, we decided to just mingle and see what happened. We'd been assured by the manager that his nephew Chuck would mind us, make sure nothing untoward happened. If one of us saw a customer we knew we'd both enjoy, we could easily get each other's attention.

One of the hostesses had been kind enough to retrieve our tops and skirts for us, and we now put these back on. Another pair of thongs was slipped on, since we'd flung our last pair into the adoring audience. Thankfully it hadn't been a pair I was attached to (so to speak). Generic club music was playing now, and mom and I kissed before heading out into the club to mingle.

People certainly seemed eager to see us. We parted ways, and I began assessing the crowd, feelings things out. There were a few women in the crowd, but not many. Pretty sure there were more hostesses and drink servers than female guests. Whatever, I was reasonably sure the men would be more generous with their money.

Had to admit, I didn't trust the look a couple of tables were giving me. One table didn't have enough teeth between all the guys sitting at it to complete a full set. I smiled at them but moved on.

"Great show, hun!" said one younger guy who was sitting by himself near the back wall, drinking a beer. He wasn't bad to look at, and his smile indicated a full set of teeth. Could've done without the John Deere jacket, though.

"Thanks," I said, stopping and smiling at him, leaning into one hip, my hand on it. "Glad you enjoyed the show."

"Is it true, the rumour that you and Jez are sisters?" he asked, and I could hear the eagerness for the coveted truth in his voice, even if he was trying to sound casual.

"Does it matter?" I replied simply, giving him a tiny shrug, since I couldn't tell the truth. "In a place like this, you give people the dream, right?"

"Well, you look enough alike that you could be sisters, so that fantasy's easily fueled," he agreed, still looking at me as he took a sip of beer. "You just mingling, or are you offering dances?"

"I'm here to dance, and people who pay get their money's worth," I answered. I could tell he wanted me, but he was trying to figure out how to negotiate.

"What're you offering?" he asked, fishing.

I smiled confidently, pushing my chest forward subtly. "Ten bucks, I dance in front of you for a song. Twenty, and I get naked for that song. Fifty, and you get a naked lapdance that you'll never forget and everyone around you will envy, without us both getting arrested."

"I like the sound of that last one, for sure," he said eagerly. "I've got money. How about a dance, a nude dance, and then a lap dance?"

"Can you follow my rules and keep your hands to yourself, without having to sit on them?" I asked, leaning in slightly, letting him see down my top. He nodded.

"All right, big man," I declared, folding my arms and giving him the cocky schoolgirl smirk. "When the next song starts up, I take you to heaven."

The song that began playing was 'Pour It Up' by Rihanna, and I began undulating and gyrating in front of my customer. He couldn't take his eyes off me, and everyone nearby was looking on in envy or jealousy. As I turned away from him, raising my shirt to expose my thong to him, I smiled and winked at a couple at the table next to us. The woman seemed at least as fascinated as her male companion.

I also subtly scanned around, looking for mom, and had to restrain a laugh when I saw her across the room, already naked, and sitting in some guy's lap, facing out from him and squirming her ass down onto his thighs and crotch, her arms reaching back around his neck. He was sitting rock-still, and his expression made it look like he was about to have a heart attack from sensory overload.

I pulled myself back to my own reality, and turned around again, swaying my hips as I rippled my skirt slowly, teasing the guy I was dancing for. His eyes never left my body, and he'd even stopped drinking. Damn, I was good.

The song was ending, and I had to admit that I was disappointed, since I was having fun. I struck a coy pose as the tune ended, and the new one began: 'I'm A Slave 4 U' by Britney Spears. I gyrated some more, subtly undoing the knot that held my shirt in place. The guy blinked in amazement as I peeled back the white shirt and exposed my breasts to him. It was almost like he'd been caught off-guard or had forgotten this was part of the deal. It wasn't long, though, before his amazement was replaced by a big grin at the sight of my tits.

I spun the shirt around on my finger for a moment and turned my back to him again, dropping the garment on the table. I hugged myself to cover my breasts from the rest of the room, while I wiggled my skirt-covered behind at him. They hadn't paid for a show, after all. It also gave me a chance to look for mom again.

She was sitting on the lap of an older, but somehow distinguished-looking gent now, facing into him, her legs on either side of his, and her arms around his shoulders. She had her breasts pressed to his chest and was looking intently into his eyes as she ground her pussy down onto his lap. She was either giving it away too easily, or he'd laid down a good chunk of change to be deserving that treatment already.

It'd be an unspoken agreement between us that we were competing to see who would walk away from tonight with more money. I had to admit, mom was gonna provide me with serious competition at this rate. She was every bit as gorgeous as I was, and clearly into slut-character.

Well, there was no one else I'd be willing to lose to, of course, but I didn't have to make it easy for her. My hands left my breasts and began inching down my skirt, while I swayed my hips enticingly. I leaned forward, my pendulous breasts now in his face, and he gawked in awe while I kept pulling my skirt down, exposing my thong to those behind me who might be looking on.

I stepped out of the puddle of clothing that was my skirt, now wearing only my thong, socks, and Mary Janes. I stood up again and ran my fingers through my hair while I let him gape at my exposed body, minus only my pussy, hidden by the tiny scrap of fabric that was my thong. His fingers were flexing tightly against his thighs as he watched, almost in a stupor.

My hands wandered over my breasts, caressing them, and he swallowed dryly, his beer completely forgotten. They trailed down my torso, stopping at my thong to pull on the edges of it, pulling it tightly against my mound, exposing its delicate shape beneath. I smirked at him, enjoying the sense of power this was giving me. I turned around again, letting him see my ass cheeks, the tiny lace of my thong running between them.

I bent over and slowly pulled the thong down, exposing my pussy to him at least, as well as my knot, which tingled delightfully at how bad I was being. I stepped out of it easily, and turned around to face him again, just as the song was ending. I was standing with my hands on my hips, letting him drink in the sight of me. If anyone else was getting a good look, not my concern at the moment.

The next song, and the one he'd be getting his lap dance to, was a throwback, 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' by Def Leppard. Well, this'd be easy enough to work with, and mom'd love it. I might've been into hip-hop and rap and such, but mom had a definite rock-chick vibe to her when she wanted.

I leaned forward again, putting my hands on the arms of his chair, smirking as I flexed my knees and popped my hips in time with the music. My breasts jiggled enticingly in front of him, and I was wondering if his eyes would pop out of his head.

I bent low, settling my breasts onto his thighs before arching my back and pressing forward, dragging them up his torso and over his face. I wondered if he'd try to get away with taking a lick or nibble, but I think he was so stunned that he forgot entirely. I suppressed a giggle as my nipples brushed over his forehead.

Slowly I turned and sat down on his lap, squirming sensually. I took his hands and placed them on my waist, where he dutifully kept them. I also couldn't help but notice the hard-on throbbing inside his jeans just beneath me. It actually turned me on to know I was having this effect on him, even if I had no intention of letting things go further.

With him still throbbing away beneath me, I undulated on his lap, leaning back and resting against his chest while my arms reached back around his neck. I glanced over at the nearby couple again, winking and blowing the girl a kiss. She blushed, but didn't look away. I could feel my dance partner's fingers squeezing and flexing on my waist as he tried to control himself.

Deftly, in time with the music, I slowly turned in his lap, facing into him now, draping my arms over his shoulders. My pussy was mashed up against his crotch and I squirmed while pressing my breasts into his chest, rubbing sensually. I kept eye contract with him, amused by how he kept swallowing, his mouth drier than the Sahara by now.

"Go on," I whispered to him, smiling naughtily. "Reach up and give 'em a squeeze, for being my first dance of the night. Nobody'll know..."

That patently wasn't true, since anyone nearby would be able to see his hands leave my waist, slide up my body and come to rest on my tits, cupping them. He was either beyond caring, or so stupid from lack of blood to his brain that he actually believed me, and he gave them a gentle squeeze, which in turn gave me a tingle. I pressed down harder on him.

He grunted and squeezed my breasts a little harder and began to shiver. He was squinting but had a vaguely worried look in his eyes. His cock was throbbing rapidly now, and I realized he was cumming inside his jeans. I didn't laugh, I didn't even smile. I just kept going, pretending I hadn't noticed. Another strangled grunt escaped his mouth, and he squeezed my breasts hard enough that I sighed in response.

The song ended, and I sat still in his lap, looking into his eyes, my arms still around his shoulders. He was blushing and seemed embarrassed, even if he wasn't willing to move yet. His prick still pulsed beneath me, although a lot slower than it had been moments before.

"Thanks for the dance," I whispered, smiling as I stood up. "Maybe you want another?"

"Uh, no, thanks, it was great," he said rather hastily as I pulled back from his lap, standing in front of him. Somewhat awkwardly, he reached into his back pocket, fished out his wallet, and tossed a hundred-dollar bill on the table before getting up. "Thanks again, keep the change."

He then left quickly, slightly hunched over, and walking strangely. I didn't laugh or even smirk, just in case I tipped anyone around us off to what had happened. He seemed like a nice guy, after all. No sense embarrassing him further, right?

I picked up my thong, skirt, and shirt, getting dressed again before sticking the bill he left in my cleavage and then sighing happily to myself. The couple at the next table were looking at me, and I smiled back at them.

"If there's a more fun way to make a hundred bucks, I don't know what it is," I remarked, giving my chest a little jiggle as I spoke. The woman could barely take her eyes off my tits, and I was enjoying the attention, admittedly. "You two sticking around?"

They both nodded.

"Good, maybe I'll come back and see you," I said, blowing them a kiss and then wiggling off. I looked around for mom and spotted her sitting on talking and laughing with some guests. She was wearing her skirt, but didn't have her top on, so her tits were bare for all to see. She giggled and playfully swatted the hand of a guy at the table who reached in and pinched her nipple. I rolled my eyes as I walked up to her, standing behind her and putting my hands on her shoulders.

"Lookit you, missing half your clothes," I teased, running my fingers through her hair and making her purr and lean back against me. "Used to be that you'd be completely naked by now. You slowing down, sissy?"

"You wish, slut," mom quipped back, craning her neck to look up at me and smiling. "I'm just a Chernobyl level of hotness, and don't want to keep it all in with clothing."

"Mmm, well, you are definitely a hottie," I purred, leaning down and giving her a loving kiss. Our lips met and our tongues tangled briefly, letting the other people at the table have a bit of a free show for a few seconds. My hands trailed down her shoulders and cupped her breasts while we kissed, and she moaned into my mouth. I broke the kiss, stood up and waved at everyone before sauntering off, leaving mom to work her magic. She already had them eating out of her hand; it'd be fun to see what she did next.
I did a brief circle of the room, giving Tracy a pat on the bum as I walked behind her, making her squeak and giggle while she talked to a group at a table. While the hostesses were clothed in tight little dresses, the waitresses walked around topless as they served drinks. I stopped a pretty goth gal with tattoos and smiled at her. Her breasts were smaller, but pretty, pale and perky.

"What would I owe you for one of the soda waters on your tray there?" I asked, smiling pleasantly.

She gave me a sly smile in return. "Let me rub my titties against yours, babe, and I'll keep you in soda water all night."

A smirked at her, my eyebrow raised. "Right here?"

She tilted her head, indicating I should follow her. She led me away from the floor and around a corner, where almost no one could see us from the big main room. She put the small round tray down on a table and then leaned back into the corner, giving me a naughty smile. She crooked a finger, beckoning me in.

I moved forward and leaned into her, my nipples pressing up against hers. She exhaled in pleasure before beginning to squirm her tits against mine. I reciprocated, enjoying the tingle, and they way our hardened buds dragged across the soft flesh. It was making me horny, and thankfully she stood up and allowed me to step back.

"Whew, that was every bit as good as I'd hoped it would be," she said breathily, cupping her breasts as if she was adjusting them. She then handed me a cup of soda water and then nodded. "Soda water's on me for the rest of the night, babe. Thanks!"

I sighed and sipped my water, enjoying the fizz on my tongue. I was having such a good time generally that I was forgetting to make money by dancing. Mom was probably kicking my ass by now. I wouldn't be surprised if she could get several men to pay for one dance spread out between everyone at the table, the full amount from each of them!

I drained my glass and made my way back out onto the floor.

***

"Thanks for makin' your way back to our table," the guy said, grinning and leering at me. He wasn't the only one, there were three other guys at the table, and they were all undressing me with their eyes. Much as I didn't want to sit down with them, I didn't see any of the other girls shunning tables, and figured it might be bad form. If they got too handsy for my liking, I always had backup, after all. "This is where the real action is, babe."

"Is that right?" I quipped, leaning back in the chair I was now sitting in. they were all looking directly at my chest, still contained within my knotted schoolgirl shirt. "I don't need to tell you that money talks, right?"

"Hey, don't be like that," said one of the other ones, leaning in. His breath reeked of beer, and he was wearing some flimsy, faded t-shirt that advertised Rascal Flatts. Charming. "You're at the table that knows how to treat a lady."

I raised my eyebrow. "Care to demonstrate, slugger?"

The one who'd thanked me for joining them called over a waitress. She wiggled up, her pert little tits capped with brown nipples.

"Sherry, get this lady a drink," he drawled, trying to sound suave. "What're you drinkin', babe?"

"The name's Belle, thanks, and I am not drinking alcohol on the job," I replied before looking up at her. "If he's buying, I'll take a soda water, Sherry. Thank you."

She turned and walked away, while I returned my attention to the dogs slavering over me. Maybe I could get away with just doing a naked dance in front of them all. They didn't look like the sort to spend money on a good lap dance, at least not without trying to haggle. And that wasn't happening. "You guys regulars in here?"

"Almost every night," one of them said proudly, like this was an accomplishment. They all laughed at his statement, even bumping fists. "Not a lot going on in this town, but when stuff happens, it's gonna be here!"

"This is defo the place to make money, then," I replied, looking at each of then. "Once I'm done with the drink, anyone interested in buying a dance? The night only goes on so long, after all."

"Sure y'won't do a few for free?" asked another. "You're at the celebrity table, after all."

They all guffawed and cackled, fist-bumping each other. I tried to not roll my eyes. Thankfully, my drink arrived a few seconds later. It was sitting on the table, and I noticed that the guy who'd ordered it was staring a little too intently, as if he was waiting for me to drink it. On a hunch, I delayed by pushing back my chair slightly and crossing my legs. I toyed with the knot of my shirt playfully with one hand while the other subtly took hold of my glass. I dipped a fingernail inside and held it there, hoping they wouldn't notice.

"So if you're the celebrities around here, does that mean you tip well for amazing dances?" I asked, giving them a coy look and tugging at my shirt. "I mean, I've gotta make sure a table's worth my time, right?"

"Yeah, well, how do we know it's worth shellin' out for?" said one of them tersely.

I shrugged. "You saw me up on the stage, you saw what I can do. And that was the technically free show."

"What if you hold back?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm not the type, I know what I'm worth," I replied, pulling my nail out of the drink and examining it. I glanced over at one of the bouncers, the one who was apparently Chuck, and nodded for him to come over. He was a big, burly type with dark hair and meaty hands. The guys at the table looked rather uncomfortable as he towered over them.

"Problem here, Belle?" he asked.

I showed him my index finger I'd dipped in the drink, specifically, the nail. It was a black colour, which it had not been earlier. "This drink that just got bought for me is roofied."

He scowled. "Who ordered it?"

I pointed at the guy who'd bought it for me. "He did, and Sherry brought it over. So I'm guessing it was either her or your bartender helping him."

The guy I indicated went pale.

Chuck looked down at him, then at the table. "I'd say it's about time you all left. And don't come back for a good long while. Show yourselves out, I'll make sure the other bouncers know, and management. Now go, or this gets real ugly."

The yokels all stood up and hurried out. I saw mom looking over my way in concern, but a wink from me indicated all was well. She went back to charming her table.

"You okay?" Chuck asked. "Did you drink any of it?"

I shook my head. "Had a hunch to check when he kept waiting for me to drink. But he didn't spike it, one of your people did."

"Gotta be Sherry; she's his psycho ex, and he has something on her," Chuck growled. "You let me handle her. Go ahead and keep up the good work if you're feelin' it, this place loves you."

I smiled sweetly and watched him lumber off, taking my tainted drink with him. I sat for a moment and sighed, composing myself. The table was occupied by new arrivals soon enough, so I got up and continued my rounds. Mom no doubt had a huge head start on me by now.

Time was wasting.

***

Turned out that it was that woman's birthday, and she'd requested that her husband be naughty and bring her to a strip club. While she wasn't full-on bi-curious, she admitted that she found women's bodies sensual, and fun to look at. I had to admit, she was right. I loved looking at myself, and at mom.

I did a dance for her, clothed, and then her husband paid for a striptease. The woman, whose name was Jennifer, couldn't take her eyes off me as I swayed and gyrated in front of her. Her husband had a huge grin on his face when he could see the effect I was having on her. I was keenly aware of eyes at all the tables around us trained on me.

I leaned in, placing my hands on the arms of the chair she sat in, my face inches from hers, and my bare breasts bumping against her blouse. She looked like she'd stopped breathing as she stared into my eyes. I almost forgot everything around us, lost in this moment where I had near total-power over another human being. It was thrilling.

The song ended and I stood up slowly, giving her a sultry smirk. She swallowed and started to breathe again. Her husband sat back in his seat, sighing heavily. Jennifer fanned herself, clearly overheated.

"Honey," she said quietly, looking over at her husband now, "how much do you love me?"

He grinned at her again. "Whatever the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets. The money in my wallet is yours all night."

Jennifer glanced up at me shyly, her face going red. "Could... I get a private lapdance?"

Hubby nodded, looking at me. "Whatever your rate is, go for it. I promised her a good time."

I crossed my arms under my boobs and made a show of cutely tapping my finger against my cheek, considering. "It's your birthday, right?"

She nodded.

"Tell y'what," I said, putting a hand on my hip and leaning into it. "My rate for a private is normally a hundred. But if daddy here is willing, I'll make it special."

I glanced over across the large room, scanning for mom. She was standing off to the side for a moment, sipping at some water when I caught her eye. I tilted my head subtly and she smiled and nodded. Some seconds later, she had joined us, naked just like me. We stood next to each other, hips and shoulders touching.

"So like I said, normally it's a hundred for a private dance. Because it's your birthday, though, I'll have my sissy here join us."

Both their eyes popped out of their heads. Pretty sure anyone at other tables nearby who was eavesdropping had a similar reaction. Mom just smirked and nodded, catching on to what was happening.

Jen looked at her husband expectantly. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, making her shiver.

"If he drops two, I'll let him come and watch you get your dance..."

I thought she might burst into flame on the spot. She reached over and gripped his hand, squeezing it. "Len, give her two, and you'll get to watch."

Good ol' Len looked like he'd died and gone to Heaven. Not yet you haven't buddy. Just wait a few minutes. I took his wife by the hand and stood her up before leading her toward the private rooms at the back. Len followed, and mom brought up the rear, wiggling and giving Len a playful pat on the rump to hurry him up. Thankfully, she'd remembered to bring our clothes along.

As I'd said earlier, the private rooms weren't much, but they were private. I'd chosen room three, since the manager had mentioned the broken camera. There was a couch that was kept in good condition, and a few chairs, no doubt meant for the dancers. The sound system pumped in the music from the main room at an acceptable volume, if not the most perfect clarity. It'd do, mom and I would be able to keep a rhythm to it.

"So," I said as I eased her down on to the couch and then let Len join her. "Birthday girl gets two songs, sound fair?"

Jen nodded almost imperceptibly, and the next song began. Mom and I pulled in close to one another, breasts squashed together and stomachs touching as we looked down at the pair. We swayed back and forth, nipples kissing, before turning and sensually grinding our asses together. The couple just sat watching us, spellbound. Jen had reached over and clasped her husband's hand and kept pressing her knees together. The fact that she was in a skirt gave me a wicked idea.

I took mom's hand and twirled her so that she sat down lightly on Jen's lap, facing out. She began undulating slowly, reaching back and caressing the woman's hair. Jen seemed almost paralysed by the display, but we weren't done. I could see the evident bulge in hubby's pants, which would make this easy.

While mom ground away on Jen, I straddled Len's lap, my hands around his shoulders, and squirmed over him, my pussy pressed to his jeans. One of my legs was pushed out behind me, along his leg, while the knee of my bent leg was tucked into his hip. My breasts were pressed to his chest, and my eyes locked with his as I rocked slowly, flexing my hips against him. Len looked like he was ready to pass out, even more than his wife.

I winked at mom, and we stood and switched places smoothly. I was now straddling Jen, but really pressed into her- I'd pushed her skirt up far enough that her panties were exposed. Leaning into her, I slouched her down into the cushion beneath, and she just let me breathlessly move her. My pussy touched her panties and I began squirming away, shivering at the tingle the sensation give me.

Mom had similarly straddled Len and pushed him farther down the couch. It thrilled me to think she already understood what I had planned! She had her boobs pressed into his face while she reached down between them and unbuckled his belt. Seconds later, she'd unbuttoned his jeans and was stroking his cock.

Meanwhile, I was looking down into Jen's face as she goggled up at me, our pussies rubbing, separated only by the increasingly wet fabric of her panties. I moved her hands up to my breasts and let her squeeze them. She moaned in pleasure at the feel of them in her palms. I won't deny enjoying the sensation.

Her eyes widened and she seemed to protest as I pulled away, but I knelt between her legs and slowly pulled her panties down so that they were hanging on one ankle. She kept her dark bush trimmed, and it was already very wet. She gasped loudly as I slid up her leg and pressed against her once more, our lips mingling and clits touching.

But before I let myself get too into the moment, our song ended and the next one began. I stood and pulled a breathless and rather confused Jen to her feet. Mom likewise stood and had fished Len's throbbing hard-on out of his pants, pulling them down past his knees. I eased Jen over to her husband's lap while mom held his cock steady. She was almost in a dream and let me maneuver her around like a doll.

She moaned loudly as I pressed on her thigh and she sank onto her husband's stiff rod. The music was still playing, and I wasn't worried about anyone hearing anything. Mom and I then clambered up and each of us straddled one of her legs gently, beginning to squirm back and forth.

Jen pumped and ground on Len's cock, while mom and I leaned into one another and shared a kiss, tongues tangling. We ground our pussies on her bare thighs and caressed the couple beneath us. Len was churning away beneath her, gripping at her waist and breasts beneath her blouse.

We couldn't help it, we both leaned in, each of us taking one of our guests by the back of the head and pulling them into us. My nipple brushed Jen's lips and she sucked on it greedily. Len did the same to mom as they continued to fuck, and we ground on her lap. Mom and I were still kissing one another hungrily.

Jen keened and shook, biting down on my nipple, and I could feel her tensing up as she began to orgasm. Beneath her, Len whimpered and pushed up with his hips, cumming deep inside his wife. Mom and I both moaned, shivering as little climaxes pulsed through us. Our little pile of flesh quaked and writhed together for several seconds, until Len sagged, with Jen flopping down on top of him, her chest heaving.

Mom and I might not have wanted to move, but somehow managed to pull ourselves off Jen's legs. Mom slumped down into the couch next to Len, and I cuddled into her lap. We kissed deeply and lovingly, whispering to one another and caressing. We needed that moment, only vaguely aware of the spent couple next to us.

We finished kissing and mom smiled down at me and touched my nose. "Ready to get back to work, baby?"

I nodded, lost in her soft, loving eyes. We disentangled and stood up, looking down at our playmates, who were still pinned to one another, just breathing. His hands were on her midriff, while one of hers was reaching to caress his cheek, while the other reached down to stroke her frothy pussy and his exposed cock just below.

"Wow," she murmured, her eyes closed. "Thanks for an amazing birthday gift, ladies."

"Don't thank us, we're the gift," mom said easily, waving it off. "Thank the man who gave us to you as a birthday gift."

"Mmm, best gift ever," she purred now, turning her face to give her husband a deep kiss. "Such a considerate man."

With our help, Jen managed to stand, squeaking and giggling as her husband's cock popped out of her. She didn't seem to be leaking, but she turned around and knelt between his legs, pushing her mouth down on to his softening rod, cleaning it off. Mom and I just watched, enjoying the show.

Finally, she seemed to be finished, and mom helped her get her panties back on while I hoisted Len back into his jeans and buckled him up. They then watched as mom and I dressed.

"You two really sisters?" she asked, almost in wonder.

"Don't you think we look alike?" mom asked, smiling.

"You really do," breathed the woman. "It's so hot that you strip and dance together."

"You two gonna stick around for more of the show?" I queried, adjusting the knot of my shirt at my midriff.

"Tempting, but I really need to get my man home," Jen replied, giving Len almost hungry look. "Get him home and thank him properly for an amazing birthday, and then get him to put a baby in me."

"Far be from us to stand in the way of true love and the world being peopled," mom laughed cheerfully. "Glad you enjoyed yourselves."

Len gave us three hundred dollars and they exited the room, leaving mom and I alone in the dim space. Mom and tucked the three bills into her cleavage and we leaned back against the door, kissing one another again.

It was so weird; I love my mom so much, and I was also so in love with her. I knew that latter point had to be worked through, but right at this moment, I don't think either of us cared. We held one another close and kissed like we were girls in love.

We finally parted, almost panting from the effort of kissing so much. We just stared at one another for several seconds, trying to catch our breath. I wanted to just attack her, teach her clothes off and girl-fuck her, mash my cunt against hers until we screamed and passed out. I craved the sensation of her touch, her caress, her kiss and her wetness. I wanted it all, I wanted it in me, to be a part of me.

"Oh my God, baby," she breathed, her lips glistening with our saliva. 'Let's... let's get back out there and really work ourselves up. Then we'll head back to our cottage and see if we can kill ourselves with fucking. Deal?"

"Deal."

We straightened ourselves out, trying to look refreshed, and then opened the door. With a new vigour, I hit the room again, flashing my best seductive smile. There was a lot of money I had to make if I was gonna catch mom.

***

Mom and I were giggling and laughing as we threw money at one another inside the amateur dressing room. There was the occasional hundred-dollar bill, but if I had to hazard a guess, most of them were twenties. Yes, mom had beaten me, but not by much. After giving the club its share and tipping out the staff, she'd cleared just over a thousand bucks, and me just under. It was pretty spectacular.

We were both still naked as we childishly threw money around. I mean, it's not like we really needed it, we just craved the thrill of making it by being so slutty and naughty. Mom had folded two C-notes into kitty ears and stuck them in her hair and was crawling toward me now, making seductive meowing and purring sounds.

"Mmmmm, good kitty..." I said in a soft voice, sitting in my chair and spreading my legs to show her my puss. I used two fingers to part the thick lips, which were still gooey and glistening with arousal. "Wanna lick?"

Mom was kneeling between my legs and lapping softly at me cunt when the door opened. Tracy came in but paused upon seeing us. Someone jostled her from behind, not expecting her to have stopped dead. The stripper laughed as she saw us. Mom just kept going while I waved at them.
"I'd say sorry for interrupting, but clearly you two are beyond caring," she quipped as she came in, followed by Vera, Rica and the others. Even Diamond was there, bringing up the rear, and probably staying away form Rica. Mom ignored them and kept licking.

"Looks like you two had a pretty good night," Tracy mused, looking at the bills spread haphazardly around the floor. "I gotta admit, you two may be fun to have around, but I'm not gonna miss you, because you had everyone's eyes on you. The pickings were pretty thin for the rest of us."

"We're just amateurs and new faces, that's all," I said easily, spreading my legs a little wider so mom could get further in. "'sides, we're big-city girls, and this was just for shiggles."

"Kind of a relief," Vera added, watching mom lap at me. "Still, you were a breath of fresh air for a bit, and that's not a bad thing around here."

"And if Diamond's actually turned over a new leaf and not gonna be a fucking bitch to you all, then that's a plus too, right?"

The strippers all looked at Diamond and smirked. She just held her arms to herself and nodded dully. "Yeah, I'll be good. Y'don't need to rape me twice to get the point across."

"Yeah, maybe, puta, but I'll have my dildo ready just in case you forget," Rica said, still not completely ready to let Diamond off the hook.

"Well, we just wanted to say good job, but you're kinda busy, so we'll show ourselves out," Tracy announced, speaking for them all. "Take care, ladies!"

I waved as they all filed out, with mom mumbling something into my pussy and also waving vaguely in the direction of the door. About two minutes later, I clutched her hair and shuddered, my feet leaving the floor and my eyes rolling into my head. I came hard on her face, and she lapped it all up lovingly. As I flopped into my chair, she kissed her way up my body until she arrived at my face. Our lips met and I tasted myself on her tongue, giving me a shiver of delight.

We'd both just stood up and begun gathering up all the money we'd been flinging around when there was another knock at the door. Mom said to come in, and the cute goth waitress who'd been giving me soda water all evening entered. She was still not wearing anything up top, and she smiled at us as we bustled around.

"Was hopin' you'd still be here," she remarked, leaning one hand against the doorway. "Heard you're only temporary, so I wanted to say g'bye."

"I'm glad you did come by; I wanted to thank you for all the drinks," I said, stopping collecting bills and walking up to her. Mom stopped and came over as well. "And I'm sorry, I never caught your name.

"Didn't throw it," she quipped, smirking. "But it's Eryn. I'm assuming you're not really Belle."

"Not any more than my sissy's name is Jez," I said, taking her hand in both of mine and swinging it back and forth a little. "How can I thank you for your help tonight? Want a cut of my earnings?"

Eryn shook her head and smiled slyly. "I'd settle for rubbing titties with you again."

"Can my sissy join in?" I asked, loving the idea. "Don't wanna leave her out, and she probs wants to thank you too."

Eryn nodded, staring intently at mom's tits. "Yeah, I'm totally down for that. Titty-rubbing party time."

The three of us stood in a close circle, our breasts squashed together, hands around each other's backs. We squirmed and wiggled our breasts into one another, hard nipples poking and grazing, with mom and I making sure we pushed hard into Eryn, since she was the one being thanked. Nearly two minutes passed and eventually she pulled back and sucked in a deep breath, her eyes wide.

"Wow," she said fanning herself. "Okay, I gotta go home and masturbate now. I haven't been this hot in ages. See you around..."

She left hurriedly, before I was ready. We must've really turned her on.

"Well, she seems nice," mom said, smirking as she closed the door again. "I guess we'd better clean up and then be on our way, right? Place is closed, after all."

"Yeah, and I'm pretty worked up," I agreed, continuing with gathering up the money. "If I don't get my cunt on yours soon, I'm gonna explode."

"With romance like that, how can a gal say no?" laughed my mother. We finished retrieving our earnings, and then got changed back into our regular clothes. It had been a blast, but this little caper was over. "I think that's everything?"

"You go and get the car started, I'm gonna do a final check and I'll meet you out there," I said.

Mom nodded and kissed me, giving me a final wink before she left. I checked around for any final details, making sure we'd left nothing behind. After a couple of minutes, I headed out of the room, turning off the light and closing the door behind me. I walked through the back hallway, noticing that just about everyone seemed to have cleared out. Couldn't blame 'em, really, it was nearly three in the morning.

I went out the back door and spied the car, but stopped and frowned- it was dark, as if mom hadn't gotten to it. Had she stopped inside to go to the bathroom? Not like he to not wait these days, because we both loved holding it until we could pee together, especially after cumming. There were no other cars in the parking lot, so where was she?

I was about to turn and head back inside, when something was thrown over my head and I felt myself being grabbed and pinned. I tried shouting in alarm, but the stink of the rough material around my head was overwhelming. I gagged and choked before everything went black...

***

In Over Our Heads? Mayyyybe A Little...

I coughed and jerked as I came to, panicking because I couldn't see. I breathed deeply as I woke up, trying to calm myself. First thing I felt was something bound tightly over my eyes, blinding me. As I tried to move, I realized that I was tied to a chair, with my hands behind me. My feet were bound together as well, closed together and lashed at the ankles.

Worse, I realized I was naked, except for my bra and panties.

"Baby?" I heard mom say very quietly from somewhere nearby. "Bron, you're fine. I'm here. Calm yourself and then whisper back to me that you're okay."

I took several deep breaths, still not knowing what was going on, but trusting my mom. My heart was thundering in my chest, but I managed to compose myself and finally sighed.

"Okay," I whispered finally. "What happened?"

Mom didn't speak for a second but then finally replied. "I'm a mite fuzzy on the details, but I believe we've been abducted. I got nabbed out in the parking lot before I made it to the car. Someone put a bag over my head and I got wrestled into a vehicle."

"The bag they put over my head stunk so bad that I passed out," I said, trying to move, testing how tightly I was restrained. "Where... where are we?"

"I didn't pass out, but I pretended to," mom answered, and I was beginning to be able to zero in on her voice. She was some feet in front of me and facing me, as far as I could tell. "Whoever took us drove for about twenty minutes, and then wrestled us out of the car into this place. It's some sort of small wooden house or shack."

I thought about what she was saying, trying to make sense of it all.

"Listen to me very carefully, Bron," she said quietly, in as firm a tone as she could manage. "If we both keep our heads, and listen to everything around us, I'm sure we'll get out of here. We should keep pretending we're unconscious for now, but listen for anything, all right?"

I nodded. "Okay. I'm so glad you're not hurt, mom."

I could almost hear her smile. "I'm fine, baby. If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say some guys from the club have abducted us, no doubt meaning to have their way with us."

"Probably those assholes I got kicked out earlier when they tried to roofie me," I almost hissed, burning in anger at the thought. "If it's them, I swear to Bob, I'll-"

"Shhh!" mom said suddenly, and I went silent, hanging my head as if I was still out. I heard a door open, and then boots on a wooden floor. Someone had come into the room. They stopped and stood silently for several seconds before turning around and walking out. The door creaked, but it didn't click closed.

"Yeah, they're still out," a man said. "Good thing she didn't take that roofie, it might'a killed her!"

There were some laughs at his jest, and I burned with anger, gritting my teeth. Bastards!

"Easy, baby," mom whispered, as if she could sense what I was feeling. "Just listen..."

"Dunno what you're laughin' for," groused another voice inside the room next to us. "The older one bit my hand before we got the bag over her head and kicked me in the nuts!"

I almost giggled. That was my mom! What a hero!

"Older one?!" I heard mom hiss. I let out the tiniest snort to let her know I'd heard her, and she composed herself and went back to listening.

"Well, not like you didn't get some of your own back," someone pointed out. "That slap you gave her knocked her out cold!"

I felt a rising panic about my mother's well-being, but she'd assured me she was fine. And mom had already told me she'd faked being old cold so that she could keep listening and trying to figure out where they were taking us.

"Kwitcherbitchin'," said another. "At least that one didn't piss in your back seat!"

I thought about what was being said, and then shivered as I realized that my panties were indeed wet. Omigod, I'd pissed myself while I was out cold?! What was I, three years old again?!

One was complaining about me pissing in their back seat. A different one than had been griping about mom. Had we been abducted in separate vehicles? That must have been it. I kept listening, hoping for more clues.

"Why don't we just take a poke at 'em now?" egged on one. "They're sittin' right there, both of 'em still out cold. If we do it now, none of us'll get kicked in the balls again!"

"Nuh, we wait for Jim to get back," said another with a firm tone. "This was all his idea, and we'd best not start without him. Y'know how he gets when y'don't listen to him."

"We wouldn't've needed to nab them like this if he hadn't gotten Sherry to try'n roofie her, goddammit!" spat the first one. "There's no guarantee they wouldn'tve given us what we wanted, y'know!"

Oh, there was every guarantee you would't've got what you wanted, I thought to myself, glowering. I focused back on the now, collecting my thoughts- okay, so the one who asked Sherry to roofie me, the one with the Racal Flatts shirt was named Jim. He was apparently the ringleader for this little caper. They were mad about not getting sex from us, and they'd kidnapped us after the club closed and brought us out here to rape us?

What happened after that? They didn't strike me as killers, but I could also see them being so stupid and incompetent that they killed us by mistake and then had to bury us in the woods or some creepy shit, like an episode of Criminal Minds. I didn't want to be raped, and I sure as Hell didn't want to be accidentally killed and buried in the woods! But what could we do?! We were tied up in this fucking room, hand and foot!

"I'm sick've always waiting on Jim and his stupid ideas," snarled one. "If we'd dropped some cash, we might've gotten laid, but Jim just HAD to try and roofie the bitch! I got bit and kicked in the balls, and now you're tellin' me I've gotta wait for sloppy seconds after he sticks his dick in them?!"

"Keep listening, Bron," mom whispered. "We might find an opening."

The room next to us disintegrated into general arguing, with everyone getting louder as they tried to make their point heard. Clearly there was dissension in the ranks, and maybe we could use that to our advantage. No guarantee, but it was better than nothing. We just had to wait for an opportunity. I tried to hear what they were saying.

There was the sound of tussling, and then protests. Finally, a woman's voice was heard, shouting angrily.

"Knockitoff, y'goddam morons!" she shouted, and the din began to die down. "Y'think your night sucks?! I got fired from my fucking job because of those two, and the police are looking for me! Who cares if one of you got kicked in the balls and the rest of you have to wait in line for some stripper cunt?!"

"Yeah, like you'll be smilin' when he's all up inside one of 'em," sneered one of the men while the others chuckled.

"Fuck you, Hal!" she shot back. "Plenty of time left for you to get another kick in the balls, asshole!"

More shouting, and then another tussle.

"Take it outside!" Sherry yelled. "Take it outside if you're gonna fight!"

There was stomping and door-slamming, along with more yelling, and the room next to us got very quiet. Seconds later, with the shouting and arguing happening outside, there was angry muttering in the room.

"Buncha jerkoffs," someone grumbled. "Think I'm gonna wait around for sloppy seconds? Shit, if I wait'll after Hal, my dick's gonna turn green and fall off!"

Jim, the ringleader. Hal, the one mom bit and kicked in the nuts. Sherry, who was there for some reason, even though she was Jim's ex. Obsessive ex girl? I couldn't quite place the other voices yet to the guys at the table. There'd been four of them. Apparently two were now arguing outside, and Jim was elsewhere. Were there others? I couldn't tell yet.

Whoever had been in the other room now entered the one we were tied up here. He was stomping through the door and grumbling about the others, clearly irritated. Could this be our advantage? I wasn't sure how yet.

I heard mom groan, as if she was coming to and groggy.

"Wake up, bitch," I heard the guy say, facing mom and with his back to me, I think. Mom moaned in protest; I think he was shaking her to get her attention. "Listen up, you stupid broad!"

"Gnnn, fuck you, Hal," mom groused. "You looking for another kick in the dick?"

"I'm not Hal, you goddam whore," the man hissed. "I'm not Hal!"

"Bullshit!" mom hissed. "I'd know that stench of failure anywhere!"

There was a growl and a slapping sound and mom gasped. I couldn't help it; I struggled wildly to escape from my bonds.

"Oh, so you're awake too, huh?" he sneered as he turned around to address me. "Don't think I've forgotten about you pissing all over my back seat, bitch!"

Pleasure was all mine, I thought darkly, but refrained from saying in case he decided to slap me. Clearly mom had made a calculation with what she said and was willing to risk a slap.

"Why'd you drag us all the way out wherever we are?" mom demanded.

"Are you really that stupid?" the guy asked, turning to face her again. "We're getting' some of that poon you're hiding, whore. You were practically throwin' it at those high-rollers in the corner, weren't you?"

"Well, they were flashing plenty of cash," mom pointed out. "Belle said you guys were talking about being the celebrities at the club, so where was your money, pal?"

"Hey, just... it's not always about having money, y'know," he protested. "Some people work hard for what they spend, and-"

"If you work so hard, why're you waiting for that deadbeat Jim to come back and go first?" she taunted. "Jim goes first, then poor Hal gets sloppy-"

"Goddammit, I... am... not... HAL! I'M MAC!" he snarled, and I heard him doing something. Mom gasped and whimpered in pain, and I struggled wildly.

"Gnnnnn, okay, okay, you're not Hal," she rasped. "Let go of my hair, you animal!"

He grunted and apparently released her, because she breathed heavily for several seconds while he paced angrily apparently trying to compose himself before he did something stupid.

"So you're not Hal," she continued, her voice steady. "But you're still in for sloppy seconds thanks to Jim."

"I am not!" our nameless man snapped.

"Okay, thirds, then?" mom sneered. "Maybe you're going fourth? Because we know you're not first in line, are you?!"

"Shut up!" he growled, getting in her face again. "One more word, bitch, and you'll be spittin' out those pearly whites!"

"Yeah, real brave, asshole," I taunted. "Punching women you've tied up and blindfolded. Real class act. And you wonder why I wasn't gonna fuck you?"

"Oh, we're gonna fuck, missy," he said, turning and coming over to me before roughly yanking my blindfold off. I gasped as it pulled on my hair, and then everything came into view- we were in a dark, dingy room, like it belonged to a dilapidated cabin. Mom, like me, was wearing only her bra and panties. Glaring at me was indeed one of the guys from the table in the club, apparently named Mac. He'd been the one trying to taunt me by asking if my show was any good. "Trust me, we're gonna fuck!"

"Before or after Jim and Hal?" I teased, smirking at him.

His eyes and nostrils flared and he reached his arm back to strike. I kept glaring at him, not daring to flinch.

He let out and exasperated sound and put his hand down, sparing me his wrath for a moment. He paced back and forth angrily, as if trying to make up his mind about what to do. Outside, the argument showed no signs of abating, with Sherry's shrill voice to be heard over the men, yelling at them to calm down.

Mac seemed to have reached a conclusion and turned to look at me, his hands on his hips in a gesture of determination. "I'm gonna fuck you both before they get back in here. Fuck 'em, I'll get mine and don't give a shit what they say!"

I gave him a skeptical look. "Dude, there is no way you're gonna manage to fuck us both before they get back in here. And if you did manage to, well, that's kinda pathetic, don'cha think?"

He glared at me.

"Two girls bound hand and foot in chairs, and you think you've got time for us both? Dream on!" I pointed out.

"Then it'll just be you," he said coldly. "You still owe me for pissing on my seats."

He began unbuckling his belt, and my mind was racing. I could see mom was fretting, but seemingly couldn't do anything.

"I'm sorry, Jez," I called over to her, trying to sound hurt. "At... at least you don't have to see this."

"The fuck she don't," Mac hissed, his lank, dish-water coloured hair hanging in his face. "She's gonna see the whole thing!"

He ripped mom's blindfold off, about as gently as he'd removed mine. There was a bruise on her cheek, but aside from that, she didn't really look any the worse for wear. If you didn't count our current situation. He leaned down to eye level with her, wigging his finger in her face.

"You watch," he said tersely, trying to sound dire. "Don't you dare miss a goddam second of what I'm about to do to your sister, bitch!"

He turned and tromped back toward me. I kept my eyes trained on him, but I could see mom wiggling and writhing now, as quietly as she could. She seemed to be up to something, and I had to keep his attention. He began unbuckling his belt.

"Yeah," he said, giving me a smarmy smile. "No waitin' for Mac, not this time..."

He was dropping his ratty jeans now, revealing grey-that-used-to-be-white briefs. This wasn't looking good. Mac look down at me but realized there was a problem. I was tied to the chair, but my legs were closed, and I couldn't move them.

"Just realizing it now, Einstein?" I sneered. "Like I said, you haven't got the time to pull this off."

"Shut up!" he snapped, his mind whirling as he tried to think of a solution. I could smell the wood burning.

"You're not fucking me with my legs shut like this," I declared.

"I am not untying you!" he protested.

"Then you're not fucking me."

"No problem," he said, now shoving down his briefs and exposing his dick. "I'll put it in your mouth and get off that way."
"You bring that thing anywhere near my mouth and I'm biting it clean off," I warned. "Whatever you do to me after that, you'll still spend the rest of your life as a dickless turd."

The dilemma was beginning to wear on ol' Mac. He was getting frustrated. I thrust my bra-clad chest forward. "You can't get at my pussy, and I'll bite your dick off, so I guess that just leaves you with a titty-fuck, hm?"

He was almost shaking in frustration and indecision now. "No... no... I am not settling for a titty-fuck when all those other guys're gonna get to fuck you proper! That's it, I'm getting in that cunt!"

He knelt down in front of me and yanked my bra apart, tearing it before undoing the rope that was binding my legs. He muttered in irritation as he tried to work through the knots. Outside, they were still yelling and arguing, but we needed Mac to think he was running out of time. Mom was practically churning inside her bonds, making as little noise as possible. Mac had forgotten all about her.

"Time's a'wastin', Mac," I said. "That schoolyard squabble out there isn't gonna last forever, and if they come back in while you're-"

"Shut up!" he hissed, looking up at me angrily. "I'm working as fast as I can!"

"Take your time, but I've never been made to wait this long before," I said blandly, trying not to smirk as I saw his ears turn red at my words.

"Ha!" he said finally, managing to loosen the ropes enough to get them down and off my legs. Without so much as a 'by your leave', he roughly pulled my wet panties. Apparently unable to help himself, he now just gaped at my pussy, inches from his face.

"Worth the price of admission?" I asked, keeping him busy. "Wouldn't it've just been easier to pay up front, like everyone else?"

"Wuhhhhh..." he said in response to my query.

"Gee, thanks, I've never been so dry in my life," I remarked. "Good luck getting it in there, after that romantic speech."

"Nothin' a few licks won't fix with a whore like you," he replied, leaning in closer. I squeezed my eyes shut and shuddered in revulsion as I felt his moist breath on my inner thighs and lips.

Mom's eyes narrowed now as she glared at him from behind, having worked her hands free of their bonds. She brought them around and deftly undid the ropes binding her feet and was soon free. Quietly she rose, and the gaze she was giving him seemed almost a pronouncement of doom.

I clamped my thighs shut around his head, pinning him in place. Mac protested and began sputtering as I pissed in his face. I squeezed as hard as I could, desperate to not let him go.

Mom dropped down onto him and punched him in the back of the head. Mac shuddered and slumped slowly from between my legs, out cold.

"Mommy!" I almost whimpered.

"Baby!" she said, trembling in relief as she threw herself against me and hugged me tight. We were both on the verge of tears and she began kissing me almost feverishly. I returned the kisses, but she suddenly pulled back, making a wry face, and her mouth opened, her tongue hanging out.

"Bron, your face really smells!" she said, aghast. "What was that sack they put your head in made of, sphincter leather?"

"Thanks, mom," I said sourly, waiting while she moved around behind and began untying me. "How did you get out of your ropes so quickly?"

"I'd been subtly working on loosening them since they left us in the room," she explained, making quick work of the bonds holding arms in place still. "I got lots of badges for knots and ropework while I was in Brownies and Girl Guides. Whoever tied us up was a total moron."

"That doesn't narrow it down any," I mused, looking down at Mac, still unconscious. "What do we do with him?"

Mom considered. "We still don't know where we are, how many of them there are, or if we even have access to a vehicle. Since we don't know if we can escape yet, we'd better just cause confusion, see if we can keep them off-balance and fighting with each other. Let's tie him up."

I knelt down and intended to proceed with mom's plan, but I felt a sudden surge of fury as I looked at him- this man has struck and abused my mother and meant to rape me. And possibly her! I didn't want to tie him up, I wanted to smash his head into the ground and stomp on his face until-

I felt my mom's hand on my arm. I looked over at her and she smiled at me, knowing what was going on in my head.

"Baby," she said softly. "You're absolutely entitled to feel how you feel, and what you want to do is perfectly understandable. But there's no time, and it may scuttle our plans. Rein it in for now, and let's rescue ourselves first. Afterwards, we'll see what happens. Keep watch at the door, and I'll tie him up. I'm good with knots."

I stood up and walked away, still shaking as I tried to control myself. I'd had stupid high school guys press me for sex, or to let them cop of a feel, but I'd always been able to fight back. This was so unnerving, I wanted to scream. But mom was right. I had to think beyond it for now, beyond my fear, my humiliation, my anger, and just...

"You're not at the door, Bron, I can still smell your face," mom mentioned, not looking at me.

Despite the pounding in my chest, I hung my head and snickered for a moment, realizing my mom had broken through my anxiety. Okay, I was fine for now. I hung out in the shadows by the door, and kept watch as mom asked. I listened to the bickering outside, with guys yelling about who was gonna get the first poke at us. Morons.

"Well, his name really is Mac," mom announced, walking up to me and holding a wallet in her hand. "Not much else of use in there, but I also found his clunky old cellphone."

"Do we call 911?" I asked, thinking that was perfectly obvious.

Mom opened the flip phone up and began scanning through it. She paused upon seeing something, but then Mac groaned, as if he was coming to.

"Bron, call that number I've pulled up," she said as she handed me the phone and then went back to Mac and began stuffing a rag in his mouth before gagging him. We didn't want him being too loud yet. I saw the name attached to the number she'd brought up and hit Call.

"Gnnnnn, dammit," the woman's voice said. "It's five in the fucking morning, Mac! I've told you to never call me ever, or I'll-"

"Eryn, it's Belle," I said, cutting her off mid-grouse. "Can you hear me?"

"Uh? Belle? Like, stripper Belle with the great tits?" she asked, still somewhat groggy. "What're you doing calling from Mac's cellphone?"

"Long and unpleasant story," I replied. "Listen, we have a bit of a situation here. Actually more of an emergency. My mom and I-"

"Who?"

I sighed. "Jez and me."

"Wh- I thought she was your sister?"

"Unimportant right now," I pressed. "Listen, we've been kidnapped."

"By who?"

"That crew that got turfed from the club tonight for trying to roofie me," I explained, trying to keep it together while mom took over listening to the ruckus outside. "Jim, Hal, Mac, and that waitress Sherry's involved too."

"'m not surprised about Sherry," Eryn said, suddenly sounding more alert. "She's Jim's ex, but insanely jealous of any woman he shows an interest in. What can I do?"

"We don't know where we are, but mom thinks we're about twenty minutes away from the club by car," I said, looking down at Mac, who was writhing feebly, but in no danger of getting out of mom's expert Brownie knots. "When I hang up, I'm gonna call the cops, but I have no idea how responsive they are around here. I was hoping you could do the same for us?"

"You bet," she said firmly, and I heard her shuffling around as if she were getting dressed. "I'm willing to bet I know where you are, too. That asshole Jim has a beat-up old cottage outside of town, although I'm not sure of exactly where it is. If you call 911, can they trace your call?"

"I have no idea if this old beater phone of Mac's can do that, and we haven't found our purses or phones yet. Listen, we have to hide somewhere, until we figure more of this out. I'm gonna mute the phone so that it doesn't ring or buzz, in case you call us."

"Okay, honey, take care," she rasped, as if trying to be quiet. "Be careful, we'll see you soon!"

The line went dead, and I looked over at mom, who nodded and indicated I should follow her. I trailed after her into the room that had seen all the arguing, noticing that it was every bit as dingy and ugly as the one we'd been in, except there was a rickety dining table with several chairs around it, and a dangling lightbulb.

"How much of that conversation d'you think Mac heard?" I asked quietly as we stalked through the crappy cottage.

"Very little, I stuffed little bits of rag in his ears," she replied, looking around. "Blindfolded him too. Let's see how he likes it."

"Well, unless he gets raped by a dickwolf, then he's not getting the full deal," I muttered darkly. There only seemed to be one door in and out of the damn place, and the people we were trying to avoid were just outside of it. "What do we do? I gotta call 911 still."

Mom stopped and clasped her hands and pressed them against her mouth, thinking. A light appeared outside and we turned to look- headlights. A vehicle was approaching. Probably Jim coming back from wherever.

Mom grabbed my hand and pulled me along urgently, looking for somewhere to hide. She zeroed in on a small closet in a bedroom and shoved me inside, coming in after me. It was very uncomfortable, since it was jammed full of stuff, but it would have to do. For now, it was our only option. I dialed 911.

"Hello, this is 9-1-1, please state your emergency," a woman's voice said.

"Hi, my mom and I have been kidnapped," I said quietly, wishing I knew what was happening outside. "We're somewhere just outside of-"

"We had a call about two women being abducted just a minute ago, someone named Eryn called in," the woman interrupted. "Are you the ones she called about?"

"Yes," I said with a quiet urgency. "We've managed to free ourselves from being tied up, but we're stuck inside the house with no way to get out, since they're out front."

"Do you know why they abducted you?"

"Their plan was to rape us, I know that much," I hissed, my cheeks burning at the memory of Mac's breath on me. "But things've probably escalated by now."

"Listen, ma'am, please turn down your volume and turn off the ringer," the woman said. "We'll do what we can to trace the call, and we have your friend Eryn's information to go on. Sit tight, the police will be there soon."

"Thank you," I said, almost hanging up, but then remembering her instructions about muting everything but leaving the phone on. I hoped they'd be able to find us. Mom looked at me in the darkness and she smiled at me nervously. She put her hand on mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Courage, baby," she whispered. "We're going to be fine. Remember, these people are morons."

I almost giggled. Despite the situation, and my being completely naked, her words made me feel lighter somehow. I really loved my mom.

***

Saying things got raucous in the junky little cottage would be an understatement. Once Jim had quieted down the altercation outside (which took some doing), everyone came back in, only to find Mac tied up in the room, and mom and I missing. Lots of yelling ensued, with Jim demanding to know what the fuck had happened.

Eventually, they managed to make Mac confess that he had indeed intended to get the first crack at us and was sick of waiting around for Jim's and everyone else's leavings. For a moment, I almost felt sorry for him, since he was clearly at the bottom of a very trashy, redneck totem pole. But then I remembered how he slapped my mother, at least once, pulled both our hair, and intended to rape me, and I decided he deserved whatever happened next.

Lots of shouting and verbal abuse of Mac followed, but then Jim, somehow the brains of the crew, pointed out that we'd escaped and still needed to be found before we could call the cops. He demanded to know if they'd seen us leave via the one and only door while they were all outside bickering, and it took several seconds before they all said they were reasonably sure we had not. I almost facepalmed as we hid in the closet. This was painful to listen to.

"Then they're still in the house!" Jim said loudly. "Find 'em!"

People seemed to be searching around the house now, but we heard Sherry whining at Jim, asking him why he was interested in anyone else 'when he could have tits like these?'.

"Putcher shirt back on, Sher, we don't have time for this!" we heard Jim grouse.

"No, goddammit, lookit them!" she hissed. "An' what about this here ass?!"

I didn't know if anyone was still listening on the other end of the phone, but I kept it pointing at the door of the closet. The yokels were still calling back and forth to one another, announcing they hadn't found us yet.

Someone barged into the room, stomping around looking for us. I had to not gasp, even though they'd inevitably find us in this dinky space. I steeled myself for whatever came next. A shadow loomed outside the door and it flung open.

Mom splashed foul-smelling perfume from a bottle in Hal's face. He tumbled backward, howling as he clutched his face while mom surged out and shoulder-blocked him, knocking him to the floor before dashing by. Just for good measure, I kicked him in the balls, hard, as I followed.

"Whose face smells now, asshole?!" I shouted as I sprinted out of the room.

We made it into the big central room with the dining table and all the chairs, where we found Mac, untrussed and clothed again, and glaring at us angrily. Mom ran straight at him, but lifted her bra, exposing her tits while she ran. Predictably, Mac gaped at the sight of them, and wasn't ready when mom swept up a chair with one hand, spun, and slammed it into him. The rickety chair broke and down he went again. He was just not having a good day.

With what was left of the chair in her hand, mom dashed toward the door, and I followed her. We made it outside, and were confronted by Jim, and the other guy who'd been at the bar. Mom flung herself at the nameless guy, swinging away with the leg of the broken chair and forcing him to back up. He scuttled backward, while I tried to avoid Jim, who surged toward me.

I kept kicking and slapping and punching at him, but Jim more or less threw and jostled me around until I was almost dizzy. Within seconds, he was behind me, with my arms pinned, his other fist knotted painfully in my hair. I hissed at the unwelcome sting, but he had me now, and there was little I could do.

"Mom!" I gasped.

Mom had just knocked the nameless guy to the ground and was about to start in on him, when she paused on looked over at me. She turned and was ready to come to my rescue, but Jim gave her a baleful glare.

"Take another step, bitch, and I break her arm!" he growled, daring her to approach. Mom stopped, but still eyed him warily. Somewhere in the tussle, I'd lost the phone and had no idea where it is. Hal and Mac both staggered out of the house now, glaring at us. Mac was covered in yet more fresh bruises, and Hal's eyes were bleary and almost blood red, his face was swelling. He was probably having an allergic reaction to whatever that skanky perfume was.

The guy mom had just dropped scrambled up to his feet and pinned her in much the same fashion that Jim had me. We looked at one another helplessly, wondering what was going to happen next.

"I owe these bitches," Mac snarled angrily, glaring at us. "I'm fuckin' going first for a change!"

"Hell no you're not," Jim snapped, turning to scowl at him. "You're the fuckup who nearly ruined all this, so you can go last for all I care. The pigs next door can get a turn before you!"

"The pigs go first!" guffawed Hal as he wiped at his eyes. "Serves you right, Mac!"

"NO IT DON'T!!" howled Mac as he turned and threw himself on Hal, pummeling him in fury. Hal tried to defend himself, but he was clearly almost blind from the perfume, and flailed wildly to fend off the blows.

"Baby, DUCK!" mom yelled suddenly. I dropped my entire weight and Jim lost his grip on me. A split second later, there was a loud, ringing 'CLANG' sound, and Jim shuddered and fell over, his eyes rolling into his head. Behind him, Sherry, still topless and wearing only her panties, was glaring at me, holding a spade, which had apparently been meant for me but missed its mark.

Mom sank her teeth in her captor's hand, and he howled in pain before she jammed her foot backward and nailed him in the crotch. As he doubled over, she spun and slammed her knee into his chin. He swooned and fell to the ground.

"GET AWAY FROM JIM, YOU WHORE!" Sherry shrieked as she charged at me, getting ready to try and hit me with the spade she was holding. "HE'S NOT YOURS, HE'S MINE!"

I dashed in toward her before she could swing, grabbing hold of the handle and wrestling with her. Unable to swing her weapon at me, Sherry screeched and grabbed my hair, beginning to shake me. I pulled back on the spade handle and then jammed it into her ribs, winding her and making her stagger back.

She quaked in fear as I threatened her with the spade, but then I staggered and almost fell over as Hal and Mac crashed into me, still brawling. Sherry screamed and dashed in, plowing into my stomach and carrying me backward. We tumbled into a small depression in the ground, snarling and grappling as mud splashed everywhere. I struggled to get out from beneath her as the slippery muck enveloped me.

I roared and surged upward, trying to throw her off, and succeeded in gaining my balance, but she still held on. Her bony knuckles clacked against my skull and her hand still gripped my hair as she screamed obscenities at me. There was mud in my eyes, and I couldn't see. But I could feel her.

I ignored her punches to my head and rammed my fist directly into her sternum, driving the wind out of her once again. She wheezed, pausing in her assault, and I threw her off me, scrambling to my feet. It was difficult standing, since we were almost to our knees in mud. Distantly, over the pounding of my heart in my ears, I heard sirens approaching. Sherry screamed and charged into me, sending us both back into the mud again.

We rolled and grappled in the slick mire, with Sherry screeching and tearing at my tits while calling me a whore. I rolled her over and grappled onto the back of her panties, yanking fiercely. With a wet tear, they ripped off of her and she howled in protest, trying to get up. I snarled and shoved her hard, sending her splashing face-first into the mud once more.

The sirens were really close now, accompanied by blue and red flashing lights. I chanced a quick glance over at mom- she was standing over Mac and Hal, levelling the spade at a very subdued Mac. Hal seemed to be unconscious. She looked over at me, rather scratched up and haggard, with her chest heaving, but her eyes flashed defiantly, and she was otherwise fine.

Angrily, I held up the remains of Sherry's panties for her to see. Sherry glared at me, staring at them, and then at my tits.

"Jealous, bitch?" I sneered. She screamed and scrambled to her feet, charging me again. I was tired of trying to dodge, of trying to run, and I met her head on. She slammed into me and we punched and wrestled with one another, trying to knock each other's lights out. This woman had put me in real danger, and I was gonna make her pay.

I tripped her and threw her in the mud on her back and lunged in, trying to sit down on her. She thrashed about wildly, and I couldn't manage to pin her. I did, however, get my hands in her hair and then gripped one of her tits with my hand, twisting hard. She screeched and threw me off, scrabbling to her feet and glaring hatefully at me while holding her wounded breast.
There were four police cars on the scene now, their lights flashing, and some officers were hurrying to round up the men. Mom was holding back another one who had seemed intent on intervening in my affairs. The cops seemed rather bewildered about all the naked women but left it alone. Standing at her side was Eryn, who looked rather pale and worried.

I looked at Sherry and smirked. "You lose, crazy bitch. The po-po is here, and they'll know everything in a few moments. Maybe I'll visit Jim in the clink and give him a little of what he wanted, hm? After all, he went to all this trouble..."

She wailed in outrage and charged at me, her talons bared and aimed at my face. She crashed into me and we wrestled, slippery bodies writhing and trying to not fall first. I yelped as she tried to bite down on my forearm, but I elbowed her in the temple, and she let go. I flung us backward into the mud again, rolling around as we pummeled and clawed at one another savagely. I could feel my slippery tits sliding on hers, our hips pressed together, our legs tangled, and I couldn't help but wonder how I got myself in this mess.

I managed to get on top of her and rammed my knee into her crotch, hard. She grunted and wheezed before I pushed her under the mud, her face disappearing as I put my hands around her throat, gritting my teeth and fury flaring in me. This woman could've killed me! I tightened my grip, as if strangling her...

Then I thought of mom, looking on, convincing people that I needed to fight this fight, because of what Sherry had tried to do. I thought of her looking at me now, trying to throttle and drown a woman in mud, and what would happen once I stood up, with Sherry still lying submerged in the mud and not breathing.

What would she think of me then?

Sherry gasped horrifically as I gripped her by the hair and yanked her head above the muck, her eyes goggling up at me in shock. I let out a shout of pure rage and my fist rocketed down and slammed into her jaw. Her eyes crossed and she went to sleep, sinking below the muck.

Wearily I got to my feet, dragging her up and throwing her roughly out of the mud. Mom and Eryn rushed forward and helped me up out of the little pit. Mom crushed me to herself in a relieved hug and smothered me in kisses again.

"Mom, I'm getting you covered in mud," I giggled.

"Yes, but your face doesn't smell anymore," she said between kisses. I just accepted her logic and let her have her way with me. Eryn looked on in amusement.

"Can't believe it, you're not even sisters, you're a mom and daughter," she mused quietly. "Like the masturbation fantasy couldn't get any hotter first time around."

"If you knew more about us, you'd burst into flames on the spot," mom said coyly, pausing in her assault on my lips and winking at Eryn, who actually blushed. Count on mom to bring that out in a person, even a topless goth titty-waitress.

Two cops walked a naked Sherry by us, holding her between them. She glared at me hatefully, still covered head-to-toe in mud. I smirked at her and then looked over at Jim, who moaned, his head lolling as he was picked up and escorted to a vehicle. Hal and the unnamed guy were taken next. Last was Mac, who was looking back at us and calling out desperately that he was sorry as he was hauled toward and shoved into a car. Didn't care. Fuck that guy.

"Well," a woman cop said as she approached us, taking out a pen and notebook, and assessing the three of us. "Your mom held us back long enough to let you straighten your issues out with Sherry, and I don't blame either of you, but maybe we'd better take it from the top, hm?"

I felt nothing but relief as mom and I began to explain.

***

It had been a weird tale to tell the cops, but with Eryn's corroboration, along with confirmation of the incident back at the club, they decided we were completely in the clear of any wrongdoing, and would allow us to press whatever charges we thought applicable. Kidnapping and forcible confinement, robbery, assault, attempted rape, Sherry trying to drug me...

They found our purses, possessions, and even our money in Jim's car, even the two hundred-dollar bills mom had folded into kitty ears, which helped prove it was ours. We'd explained where we were staying, and they told us to show up at the police station the following day, to press charges against the five. Apparently they all had previous records, and this was not going to end well for them.

But for now, we were back in our cottage, lying in our bed in a tangle with Eryn and Tom, everyone fondling and sucking on someone else. Our little daisy chain had me lapping at Eryn's pussy, while she sucked on Tom's cock. Tom, in turn, was licking and fingering mom, who groaned into my cunt as she wiggled her tongue inside me.

We pulled apart and mom pushed Tom down on his back while I steered Eryn to straddle his hips. She sank down onto his throbbing cock, groaning in pleasure. Within seconds, she was bouncing up and down on him while mom and I fondled her and sucked on her tits.

"Mmmm, yessss," she hissed, her eyes closed as she surrendered to the marvellous sensations. "A fucking hot mom and daughter, and a church boy, all in the same sex pile with me. Maybe there is a God..."

I kissed her, our tongues tangling as she rode up and down. Mom had now slipped over Tom's face, and he was almost chewing at her clit hungrily while she massaged my ass. Eventually, Eryn gently pushed me down onto my back, so I was lying on tom's chest facing up. She lowered herself down onto me and our breasts squashed together as we kissed, and she now moved back and forth on his tool. Mom kept moving on his tongue and scraped her nails up and down Eryn's back.

I moaned into her mouth as I wrapped my legs around her waist, and we rocked to and fro. We plainly weren't too heavy for Tom's sturdy frame. Before she came, Eryn pulled herself off his cock and held it, slipping the sticky tool inside me. I groaned loudly as he penetrated me, and she grinned as she mashed her pussy down on top of mine, slithering it around while he fucked me beneath her.

Eryn moved back and rolled me over to face down onto him while mom pulled off his mouth. I kissed him as I flexed my pussy muscles around him. Mom, meanwhile, got into a heated tangle with Eryn beside us, and they eventually ended up in a trembling sixty-nine, lapping each other's pussies and fingering asses eagerly. Their moaning and panting was music to my ears, and Tom's dick was hitting all the right spots inside me.

Tom crushed me to him and tried not to whimper, seizing up; he pushed as deep inside me as he could and he began cumming, his warm, pearly offering spurting deep inside me. This set me off, and my cunt clamped down on his, squeezing hard as I milked him greedily. Mom and Eryn squealed into one another's pussies as they came shortly after, bathing their faces in sticky girl wetness.

We all lay together, breathing heavily from our exertions. Eryn turned around on top of mom, and I could hear them kissing and whispering to each other as they squirmed their cunts together slowly, enjoying the tingles. Then they pulled themselves apart and crawled down between Tom's and my legs. While mom cleaned Tom's cock, Eryn coaxed my hips up and stuck her tongue inside me, lapping Tom's cum out of my pussy. Listening to her hum and moan, you'd think it was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

But if she'd grown up in this backwoods town as the only goth kid, maybe that was true. Still felt great, let me tell you.

We all eventually relaxed and lay in a tangled heap, looking at the ceiling and just enjoying the post-orgy bliss. Tom, who wasn't much for talking, said nothing at all, while Eryn eventually spoke.

"Y'sure you can't be convinced to come back to the club for more amateur nights?" she asked, smiling at us. "There's lot more titty-squirming to be done, and I can keep you in all the soda water you need."

Mom giggled and caressed her cheek. "I think we've learned our lesson, babe. Not to sound egotistical, but plainly we're too hot for this little burg. The boys can't be counted on to not lose their minds. However, that doesn't mean we're above coming back to visit a certain topless goth waitress, and a perverted church-going boy."

"Oh, you've got a deal there," Eryn said happily, turning on her side and kissing mom again.

"Provided the management here doesn't find out about our antics and what we've been up to," I sighed. "I somehow doubt Tom's mom'll want us back here, once she knows that people staying at her resort were strippers in town, not to mention a mom-daughter team."

"Well, don't worry about that too much," Tom said, speaking up. "Mom barely has any idea what goes on in town anyway. Almost no one speaks to her, because she drives them all crazy. And I'll just run some interference with any information that does come our way."

"Well, that's kind of you, stud," mom said, smiling and reaching over to squeeze his arm.

"Maybe, but it's a little bit selfish too, since I don't want you guys banned from the place, do I?" he pointed out, grinning.

We all laughed and got ready to shower. It was promising to be a long two days, and we'd need all the relief we could get.

***

Home. We'd finally made it back from our little foray out of the city, and it was good to be in a familiar place. We dropped our bags by the door and mom leaned against the door as she closed it, sighing for effect.

"Goodness," she breathed, looking at our ceiling. "The last part of that vacation wasn't at all what I expected or hoped for."

"C'mon, mom, we never could've guessed most of that vacation would happen," I said, taking off my shoes. "I mean, it's weird enough we decided to be strippers, right? But we nearly raped a stripper, we fucked a bunch of strippers, we had almost-sex with a couple in the strip club, I almost got roofied, we got kidnapped and nearly raped, and then I got in a naked mud fight with a psycho hose beast during our escape attempt. That was nowhere in our script. The least weird part of it was pretending to be sister strippers."

"True," she allowed, now removing her own shoes before ignoring our bags and heading into the living room while I followed her. She eased herself down onto the couch and I sat at the end, pulling her feet onto my lap and then beginning to massage them. She let out a little sigh and relaxed. She may not have shown it, but I'm sure the recent events had taken a bit of a toll on her.

Hell, maybe our lives of late had taken a toll- they'd certainly gone in a strange direction. Mom and I shared a burning lust for one another, one that overcame just about any other desires I had, or her. Neither of us had ever been the least bit bi prior to our mutual attraction.

And now what?

"I love you, mom," I said quietly, massaging her toes.

"Even after all that, baby?" she asked, looking down at me from beneath her forearm.

I smiled and nodded. "I mean, I don't think what happened is a consequence of what we've come to have between us. At least, not a bad consequence. Don't ever think it's all bad consequences. But we've discovered our wild sides, and mine is tied so strongly to yours, I..."

"Yes, Bron?"

I sighed and smiled as I thought of everything I wanted to tell her. "I never want this to end, mom. Us, as lovers, I mean. I think I will always have a crush on you, because you're the most amazing person I know. You're my mom, you're beautiful, you're sexy, you're liberated, you're smart, kind, and dazzling..."

"Goodness," she said, fanning herself for effect. "I hardly know what to say."

"Then just listen," I added, squeezing her toes gently. "Y'remember how you asked me the other day if I was in love with you, and I didn't know how to answer, or I didn't dare?"

She nodded.

"Well, I guess part of me is in love with you, and I'm happy with that," I continued. "Doesn't mean I need to have you exclusively to myself, or that I'm wanting to marry you, although that fantasy gives me a really gooey tingle..."

She giggled and nodded, indicating she felt the same.

"But if I ever marry, I just will need him to understand that there's gotta be a place for you in my life, as my loving mother, and my lover," I said, my voice soft but also serious. "I... I understand that I've got no other way to be now, y'know?"

Mom sat up and I released her feet so that she could lean in next to me, one of her arms on the chesterfield behind me. I loved how close it made me feel to her. She took my chin in her fingers and turned my face so she could look into my eyes.

"Bronwen, my darling, loving daughter," she said quietly, her fingers on my cheek now. "I love you so very much too. And if this is what you want in our life, the two of us as lovers from here on in, even after you get married, then we'll work that out, I promise. I love the idea, and I love you."

I smiled, feeling a flush of warmth through me. I put my hand over hers next to my cheek. We kissed lovingly for some seconds, just enjoying the feel of one another. It was a moment I wished would never end. She finally looked at me again and smiled.

"Besides, maybe you'll find a man who is a devoted husband but also doesn't mind sharing you with me," she mentioned, her smile taking on a sly quality. "How hard can it be to find a guy who wants two hot women for constant sex all the time?"

I giggled. "Can't be that hard, it's a dream come true for most of them. Just finding the right guy would be the trick."

"Maybe your little twink friend would like to join us one night, try us both out for size," she mused, smirking.

"God, you're such a perv, mom, I love it," I laughed, feeling so very happy and blessed at this very moment. "But y'know, for now, I'm thinking I want you all to myself for a while again."

"Oh?" she queried in amusement. "No more young boys with strong cocks, and no more lesbian trysts and titties to rub against?"

I shook my head. "Nope. You, me, and all the loving, heated fucking we can handle. Naked yoga, sticking pool cues in each other, using body wash to squeeze into showers together, pinning ourselves together on giant cucumbers, nipple clamps... y'know, normal mom and daughter stuff."

"You may be on to something, Bron," she purred as she lowered me back onto the couch and pressed her breasts into mine, beginning to kiss me deeply and lovingly. "Perhaps a little sapphic serenity is what the two of us really need..."

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End of Part I

Author's Notes: Don't panic, folks. This is just the end of the first arc, there's more to come. I love these two far too much to cast them adrift now. And I'm thinking everyone will be quite enthused by the next arc.

What's going on is that I'm putting a few stories on hiatus briefly while I catch up with the Alexaverse, which is woefully behind schedule, and is my flagship story, so to speak. So this makes for a good bookmark for Sapphic Serenity, as I've already done with The Great Khan, and My Naughty Neighbour. I just have to complete the next chapters Like A Daughter To Me, and The Tale Of Amberley Bloodstar so that I can realign for the new year.

Working in TV and movies has the absurd effect of interfering mightily with my writing, both these erotic stories, and my straight ones that I pound out. But since TV and movies is, at this point, providing my bread and butter, it must take precedence. If someone wants to pay me to write a story, I'm certainly open to the idea.

I bid you all a happy Christmas, Yule, Festivus, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Solstice, whatever it is you celebrate. My characters and I will see you all very shortly.

Keep your stick on the ice!

The Mighty Biscuit Hammer