Smugglers Blues
Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2024 4:33 pm
1985
It had been a busy year for mom, and Cheryl had been on her ass about taking a break.
Cheryl and her husband Jack had recently returned from South America, and they just raved about how much fun they had, especially when it came to sex with the local people.
Cheryl and her husband Jack were big time swingers and they liked swapping up multiple partners.
Now I’ve got to admit mom as I know can be a down right slut, but she ain’t got nothing on Cheryl.
Cheryl just has the looks and personality that just attracts handsome well hung men. And with her husband Jack who stands at 6’8 300 LBS and has a thick 11 inch cock, it takes a hung man to complete with all that. But somehow she finds them.
Mom’s always has been quite jealous of Cheryl. When it comes to her ability to to find quality men to fuck, cause as we know moms known for hooking up with pure losers and unfortunately that happens quite often.
It had been a long time since mom had truly taken a vacation. And she’d never left the country.
Cheryl convinced her that she could handle everything here at home.
Cheryl and Jack didn’t have children so them keeping both Misty and Crystal who were both 16 at the time was a down right pleasure for the two of them.
Mom was skeptical about that one, cause at the time she was usually up at the high school on a weakly basis getting Misty out of some kind of trouble.
Misty got into lots of mischief, usually she’d get into a fight or skipping class. And once or twice she’d been caught giving a boy a BJ.
Wonder who she’d learned that from?
But anyway Misty could be a handful, but in hindsight mom was told she was a perfect little angel when mom was gone.
She’d even gotten told that by Kim Beasley who was the principal at the high school.
That really struck a cord with mom, she sort of started questioning herself as far as her parenting skills were concerned.
Mom finally gave in and let Cheryl arrange her trip for her.
Mom of course had to go apply for her passport, that two was a nerve racking experience. You know when you’re living your adult life as a fugitive slave, going into any government building can be quite stressful to say the least. But surprisingly her fraudulent SIN card holds up again. And she received her passport in the mail a few weeks later.
Cheryl convinced mom she needed a new style. Yeah the Farrah Fawcett look as sexy as it was, was getting old.
Mom learned that from some spike haired teenage girl that yelled at her from across the high school parking lot.
“ Hey lady!…1975 called and said they want there hairstyle back! “
Hearing that kind of pissed mom off but it did encourage her to change a little.
Maybe not extreme enough to get herself a spike, but she did opt for the big 80’s perm look. And for a while she rocked that look quite well.
I remember seeing her with that in her sunglasses and makeup all dolled up in a miniskirt, hose, heels and her blouse unbuttoned enough that she tempted every guy to look down it, including myself. I remember the smile she gave me, when she caught me.
I then caught her gaze, staring straight at the growing bulge in my jeans.
I sort of blushed a little realizing that I was getting hard. I was still quite young myself at the time, and not even got myself no pussy yet.
I remember getting home that day. I went straight to my room and stripped down and laid back on the bed pleasuring myself thinking about Misty’s mom of course. And when I shot my load the blast hit me powerfully straight in the face. The next shot just covered my chest in my hot sticky white spunk.
Damn! I wish I could shoot a load like that now.
Misty for that matter was sort of halfway finding her sexy look. One day she’s dressing like a Tom boy, the next it’s like a little slut.
The slut look quickly wins out. Probably cause of peer pressure you know, when a girl has to dress to impress, and play the part acting like a totally spoiled little bitch and talking like some damn Valley girl.
That had its own unique sound. You supposed to sound sophisticated like your from the valley which I suspect is somewhere in California judging by the movies anyway.
But when you mix it with that redneck mumbling hick talk it doesn’t quite turn out right. But it got tried quite often around the cafeteria table among that pack of little sluts that wanted to be all grown up and 20 something and getting them some cock. Cause apparently the girls were just like the guys in the locker room. Everyone is getting it or everyone is lying about it.
I just know at the time I was just getting my fist on a daily basis. Or sometimes multiple times a day.
But back to mom’s trip, after her new perm Cheryl took her out shopping for several new bikinis, summer dresses sandals and shorts, cause down there it’s summertime year round apparently.
And mom went on her way to enjoy the trip.
She liked the warm weather and sunshine but being a fair skinned redhead she elected to spend the daylight hours in the casinos and bars. It would have been nice if mom would have met some good men but apparently her bad luck in picking men followed her down there.
Though she did get some good sex along the way, conversations with these shady men she’d been hanging out with quickly turned to business.
They wanted her to deliver something to there contact person in Memphis.
“ You be cool for 20 hours and I’ll pay you 20 grand. “
Mom didn’t even ask the content of the delivery her eyes just lit up hearing that she’d make 20 grand so easily.
On her final day she let the man pack her suitcase while doing so she was bent over the bathroom counter getting a good fuck from behind by his partner, so she had no idea what was inside her suitcase.
After taking his load the man stumbled from the bathroom and collapsed in a chair. The two men watched as mom cleaned herself with the bathroom door wide open. She then slipped on a pair of bikini panties over her stockings and garter belt. She then buttoned her blouse deciding to return to the United States bra less. During her time in South America she liked going bra less and even totally nude on the nude beaches at night. They seemed much more casual and relaxed there when it came to how they dress.
But back at home mom was expected to look professional going bra less made her feel like a renegade like she was doing something exciting. The men in the room watched her finish putting her makeup on then fix her hair. Wasn’t much effort had to go into that. It sort of had that Wild unkept look going for it. Sort of like you just stuck your finger into the light socket.
They watched her step into her skirt, tuck it in and zip the tight black skirt up.
She proceeded to then sit on the bed and pull on her tall sexy black fuck me boots. Giving both men a teasing peak of her porcelain thighs above her sheer black stocking tops.
She zipped up the boots and stood tall in front of the two men, who then got up. She watched the one that just got through fucking her. His long flaccid cock flopped about as he pulled up his khaki shorts.
Mom of course likes the confidence a man’s got that goes commando.
The men carry mom’s suitcase to the Taxi that was waiting.
Off to the airport she goes. Everything through customs goes smoothly, probably cause they’d all been bribed.
Hours later the plane touched down in Dallas, where there was a layover. Mom of course was expected to check in at customs, handing over her new passport to be stamped.
She couldn’t help but get a little nervous as a woman goes through her suitcase, inspecting her lingerie and outfits. And giving mom a certain look that just gave mom the creeps.
A foot or two from her the hound growls as it looks up her booted leg.
Mom looks nervously down at the hound, wondering if it was what was inside her suitcase or her slave stink, setting him off.
But actually the growl of the hound drew there attention away from the suitcase, and solely on mom.
She gulps seeing them as they size up her dressed body.
The woman officer took the purse from mom’s shoulder while looking her straight in the eyes.
“ We’re gonna need you to undress! “
Mom just nods as she unbuttoned the blouse, then unzipped the skirt. It fell freely to her feet.
She paused for a moment with her blouse open so both her bra less tits were visible.
“ Keep going! “
The woman said, tapping her foot on the floor.
“ What about my flight? “
Mom asks, not wanting to miss it.
“ I’d suggest hurrying up then! “
In a huff mom took the blouse off and threw it at the woman.
She then quickly took off her boots and handed them over.
They were quickly handed back to her.
“ Put them back on!…And I’d suggest getting some odor eaters at one of the shops and using them when you take these off tonight. “
Mom felt sort of embarrassed being told of her foot odor, but hoped they were done with her. But unfortunately for mom they wasn’t.
Cause as soon as her boots were back on, they were asking for her panties.
Mom gulps again, knowing her branded ass is gonna get noticed.
“ Oh wow! Look at this! “
The man said noticing it first, as mom’s panties fell to her feet.
“ That’s a slaves brand! “
The woman said giving it a look.
Then from the floor the hound starts to growl viciously through his clinched teeth.
The woman then pushed mom down across the end of the table, then shoved her fingers straight into mom’s cunt.
While working them in and out of mom, she looks up at the man.
“ Stick your head out the door, and call some of the guys in here and y’all work her over! “
As he did that, she quickly zipped mom’s suitcase back up and placed it out of the floor. Seeing that of course relieved mom but what she did next didn’t. Cause she immediately took off her skirt and panties.
She then hopped up on the table and laid back, insisting that mom eat out her hairy cunt.
Mom didn’t care for that. In her mind a woman supposed to keep her cunt clean of all hair, like she does.
As mom was having box lunch at the Y, two more men comes into the door. From behind she hears the sounds of belt buckles jingling and zippers being pulled down.
Then she felt a man’s cock press into her cunt from behind.
For the next half hour the men take turns sampling all three of mom’s holes. After of course she makes the woman squirt in her face.
Once with all her holes filled with cum, mom swallowed the last load. And was pissed off that she wasn’t even offered a paper towel, wet wipe of a shower to freshen up. As she slipped on her panties the cum from her cunt and ass just ran out and soaked them thoroughly.
She was then handed her suitcase and passport.
“ Have a nice day. “
“ Thank you. “
Mom said back with a forced smile.
As she turned to walk out the hound growled again and starts following her.
He then whimpers as he’s struck by his owner from behind.
“ Stop that! “
The man said scolding the dog.
“ What’s wrong with him? “
The woman agent said.
“ He smells pussy, he’s a slave hound were trying to turn into a drug dog. I told them you can’t get the pussy out of him. But they insist that dogs can do both. “
As mom walks away she was relieved that was over. The growl of the hound though brought back terrorizing memories that still haunts her today.
Years back mom remembers her run as she escaped the slave pens in Alabama. And packs of hounds chased her for hours before she escaped them by jumping in the river.
Mom then goes to the airport lounge, where she sits at the bar for a drink along with a plate of n wings and a smoke to follow.
She found herself intrigued with this conversation from a nearby table by two men. One named Jake, the other named Skeeter.
They were just going on and on about slaves. And skeeter was all about wanting to stick his cock into one of the South American slaves they were there to pick up.
“ There wasn’t no slaves on my flight! “
Mom blurts out turning toward the two men.
She notices Skeeter was wearing a Big D slave market tee shirt.
But she was then taken back by the icy look she’d gotten from Jake.
Mom feels her pussy instantly start to juice up, as she sits on that bar stool, she quickly turns back around to mind her own business as she take a slow draw from her cigarette, the two men just stare a hole straight through her.
“ Oh Gawd! What have I done? “
Mom wonders.
“ Who is that Fucking cunt? “
Jake asks Skeeter.
“ Hell I don’t know!…She looks pretty hot for an old slut! “
“ Boy! Where the Fuck are your standards? That ain’t even close to Prime! “
Mom’s face turns red. In a way she was pissed but in another way it was pure fear. And in another she was turned on knowing they were looking at her. Even though she’s dressed she almost feels as if they can see her branded ass straight through her clothes.
“ Every slave has a story Jake…You just got to get them out of there clothes to find out what it is.”
He looks at mom even harder.
“ I’d like to get her out of them boots! “
Skeeter said.
Mom’s toes curl up instantly as her feet start to sweat within the confined space of her boots and stockings.
Mom had heard about the Big D slave market.
She imagined herself naked with the gritty feeling of sand as it sticks to her bare feet as she stands for auction at the Big D.
“ Skeeter you ain’t wasting my auctioneers time with an old skank like that! “
“ Auction? I ain’t talking about putting her on the block! I just want to take her to the holiday inn!…lm gonna go talk to her! “
Skeeter gets up from his chair and picks at his crotch as he tries to straighten his growing cock.
Jake then gets up from his chair.
“ Let’s get out of here and go check on our slaves! “
Skeeter kind of sighs as he looks moms way as they pass.
Jake takes a card from his pocket and half heartedly tossed it across the bar towards mom.
After they walk out mom picks up the card. It’s got two eyes looking at you, and below it it says.
“ The eyes of a slave baron are watching you! And they don’t like what they see! “
Mom’s heart skips a beat. Another sense of fear comes over her, as she remembered another card that was striking similar to that one, she’d gotten many years before.
After she’d spent the evening at Joes place listening to the blues. She’d gone off with one of the black men in the band to the motel.
The next morning she found a card under her windshield wiper that said.
“ The eyes of the Blank…Blank…Blank are watching you! And they don’t like what they see!”
When mom got that card she was looking over her shoulder for months. It puts a very similar sense of fear into you just like the slave baron card does.
Anyway mom decides to move on towards her next flight before she finds herself caught up into something that she shouldn’t.
On the way she looks outside the window and sees workers unloading kennels of enslaved women from the cargo area of the plane she’d just gotten off of.
“ I guess those are the ones going to the Big D? “
She watched for a moment imagining herself naked inside a kennel being transported that way.
Her pussy juiced again. She looks at her watch, then raced off to a nearby restroom to rub one out in the privacy of a stall.
“ I can’t believe I’m still so horny after what just happened to me? “
She said imagining herself at the motel with Skeeter and Jake, sucking them both. Of course Jake’s not impressed but when she slips that satin bikini bottoms down her stockinged legs and he sees her brand. He’d know she’s worthy of his big dick. And he fucks her brains out before collaring her and taking her straight for remedial training at The Big D.
Mom then let out a moan as she climaxes. Her hand was soaked with the juices of her pussy.
Then there was a loud knock on the stall door.
“ Excuse me! But are you finished? “
Mom quickly slipped up her panties and skirt. She blushes again as she passes the younger woman exiting the small restroom.
“ That’s disgusting! She didn’t even wash her hands! “
The woman said after mom left the restroom.
By then mom parted again with her suitcase and got in line to step up onto the plane.
It had been a busy year for mom, and Cheryl had been on her ass about taking a break.
Cheryl and her husband Jack had recently returned from South America, and they just raved about how much fun they had, especially when it came to sex with the local people.
Cheryl and her husband Jack were big time swingers and they liked swapping up multiple partners.
Now I’ve got to admit mom as I know can be a down right slut, but she ain’t got nothing on Cheryl.
Cheryl just has the looks and personality that just attracts handsome well hung men. And with her husband Jack who stands at 6’8 300 LBS and has a thick 11 inch cock, it takes a hung man to complete with all that. But somehow she finds them.
Mom’s always has been quite jealous of Cheryl. When it comes to her ability to to find quality men to fuck, cause as we know moms known for hooking up with pure losers and unfortunately that happens quite often.
It had been a long time since mom had truly taken a vacation. And she’d never left the country.
Cheryl convinced her that she could handle everything here at home.
Cheryl and Jack didn’t have children so them keeping both Misty and Crystal who were both 16 at the time was a down right pleasure for the two of them.
Mom was skeptical about that one, cause at the time she was usually up at the high school on a weakly basis getting Misty out of some kind of trouble.
Misty got into lots of mischief, usually she’d get into a fight or skipping class. And once or twice she’d been caught giving a boy a BJ.
Wonder who she’d learned that from?
But anyway Misty could be a handful, but in hindsight mom was told she was a perfect little angel when mom was gone.
She’d even gotten told that by Kim Beasley who was the principal at the high school.
That really struck a cord with mom, she sort of started questioning herself as far as her parenting skills were concerned.
Mom finally gave in and let Cheryl arrange her trip for her.
Mom of course had to go apply for her passport, that two was a nerve racking experience. You know when you’re living your adult life as a fugitive slave, going into any government building can be quite stressful to say the least. But surprisingly her fraudulent SIN card holds up again. And she received her passport in the mail a few weeks later.
Cheryl convinced mom she needed a new style. Yeah the Farrah Fawcett look as sexy as it was, was getting old.
Mom learned that from some spike haired teenage girl that yelled at her from across the high school parking lot.
“ Hey lady!…1975 called and said they want there hairstyle back! “
Hearing that kind of pissed mom off but it did encourage her to change a little.
Maybe not extreme enough to get herself a spike, but she did opt for the big 80’s perm look. And for a while she rocked that look quite well.
I remember seeing her with that in her sunglasses and makeup all dolled up in a miniskirt, hose, heels and her blouse unbuttoned enough that she tempted every guy to look down it, including myself. I remember the smile she gave me, when she caught me.
I then caught her gaze, staring straight at the growing bulge in my jeans.
I sort of blushed a little realizing that I was getting hard. I was still quite young myself at the time, and not even got myself no pussy yet.
I remember getting home that day. I went straight to my room and stripped down and laid back on the bed pleasuring myself thinking about Misty’s mom of course. And when I shot my load the blast hit me powerfully straight in the face. The next shot just covered my chest in my hot sticky white spunk.
Damn! I wish I could shoot a load like that now.
Misty for that matter was sort of halfway finding her sexy look. One day she’s dressing like a Tom boy, the next it’s like a little slut.
The slut look quickly wins out. Probably cause of peer pressure you know, when a girl has to dress to impress, and play the part acting like a totally spoiled little bitch and talking like some damn Valley girl.
That had its own unique sound. You supposed to sound sophisticated like your from the valley which I suspect is somewhere in California judging by the movies anyway.
But when you mix it with that redneck mumbling hick talk it doesn’t quite turn out right. But it got tried quite often around the cafeteria table among that pack of little sluts that wanted to be all grown up and 20 something and getting them some cock. Cause apparently the girls were just like the guys in the locker room. Everyone is getting it or everyone is lying about it.
I just know at the time I was just getting my fist on a daily basis. Or sometimes multiple times a day.
But back to mom’s trip, after her new perm Cheryl took her out shopping for several new bikinis, summer dresses sandals and shorts, cause down there it’s summertime year round apparently.
And mom went on her way to enjoy the trip.
She liked the warm weather and sunshine but being a fair skinned redhead she elected to spend the daylight hours in the casinos and bars. It would have been nice if mom would have met some good men but apparently her bad luck in picking men followed her down there.
Though she did get some good sex along the way, conversations with these shady men she’d been hanging out with quickly turned to business.
They wanted her to deliver something to there contact person in Memphis.
“ You be cool for 20 hours and I’ll pay you 20 grand. “
Mom didn’t even ask the content of the delivery her eyes just lit up hearing that she’d make 20 grand so easily.
On her final day she let the man pack her suitcase while doing so she was bent over the bathroom counter getting a good fuck from behind by his partner, so she had no idea what was inside her suitcase.
After taking his load the man stumbled from the bathroom and collapsed in a chair. The two men watched as mom cleaned herself with the bathroom door wide open. She then slipped on a pair of bikini panties over her stockings and garter belt. She then buttoned her blouse deciding to return to the United States bra less. During her time in South America she liked going bra less and even totally nude on the nude beaches at night. They seemed much more casual and relaxed there when it came to how they dress.
But back at home mom was expected to look professional going bra less made her feel like a renegade like she was doing something exciting. The men in the room watched her finish putting her makeup on then fix her hair. Wasn’t much effort had to go into that. It sort of had that Wild unkept look going for it. Sort of like you just stuck your finger into the light socket.
They watched her step into her skirt, tuck it in and zip the tight black skirt up.
She proceeded to then sit on the bed and pull on her tall sexy black fuck me boots. Giving both men a teasing peak of her porcelain thighs above her sheer black stocking tops.
She zipped up the boots and stood tall in front of the two men, who then got up. She watched the one that just got through fucking her. His long flaccid cock flopped about as he pulled up his khaki shorts.
Mom of course likes the confidence a man’s got that goes commando.
The men carry mom’s suitcase to the Taxi that was waiting.
Off to the airport she goes. Everything through customs goes smoothly, probably cause they’d all been bribed.
Hours later the plane touched down in Dallas, where there was a layover. Mom of course was expected to check in at customs, handing over her new passport to be stamped.
She couldn’t help but get a little nervous as a woman goes through her suitcase, inspecting her lingerie and outfits. And giving mom a certain look that just gave mom the creeps.
A foot or two from her the hound growls as it looks up her booted leg.
Mom looks nervously down at the hound, wondering if it was what was inside her suitcase or her slave stink, setting him off.
But actually the growl of the hound drew there attention away from the suitcase, and solely on mom.
She gulps seeing them as they size up her dressed body.
The woman officer took the purse from mom’s shoulder while looking her straight in the eyes.
“ We’re gonna need you to undress! “
Mom just nods as she unbuttoned the blouse, then unzipped the skirt. It fell freely to her feet.
She paused for a moment with her blouse open so both her bra less tits were visible.
“ Keep going! “
The woman said, tapping her foot on the floor.
“ What about my flight? “
Mom asks, not wanting to miss it.
“ I’d suggest hurrying up then! “
In a huff mom took the blouse off and threw it at the woman.
She then quickly took off her boots and handed them over.
They were quickly handed back to her.
“ Put them back on!…And I’d suggest getting some odor eaters at one of the shops and using them when you take these off tonight. “
Mom felt sort of embarrassed being told of her foot odor, but hoped they were done with her. But unfortunately for mom they wasn’t.
Cause as soon as her boots were back on, they were asking for her panties.
Mom gulps again, knowing her branded ass is gonna get noticed.
“ Oh wow! Look at this! “
The man said noticing it first, as mom’s panties fell to her feet.
“ That’s a slaves brand! “
The woman said giving it a look.
Then from the floor the hound starts to growl viciously through his clinched teeth.
The woman then pushed mom down across the end of the table, then shoved her fingers straight into mom’s cunt.
While working them in and out of mom, she looks up at the man.
“ Stick your head out the door, and call some of the guys in here and y’all work her over! “
As he did that, she quickly zipped mom’s suitcase back up and placed it out of the floor. Seeing that of course relieved mom but what she did next didn’t. Cause she immediately took off her skirt and panties.
She then hopped up on the table and laid back, insisting that mom eat out her hairy cunt.
Mom didn’t care for that. In her mind a woman supposed to keep her cunt clean of all hair, like she does.
As mom was having box lunch at the Y, two more men comes into the door. From behind she hears the sounds of belt buckles jingling and zippers being pulled down.
Then she felt a man’s cock press into her cunt from behind.
For the next half hour the men take turns sampling all three of mom’s holes. After of course she makes the woman squirt in her face.
Once with all her holes filled with cum, mom swallowed the last load. And was pissed off that she wasn’t even offered a paper towel, wet wipe of a shower to freshen up. As she slipped on her panties the cum from her cunt and ass just ran out and soaked them thoroughly.
She was then handed her suitcase and passport.
“ Have a nice day. “
“ Thank you. “
Mom said back with a forced smile.
As she turned to walk out the hound growled again and starts following her.
He then whimpers as he’s struck by his owner from behind.
“ Stop that! “
The man said scolding the dog.
“ What’s wrong with him? “
The woman agent said.
“ He smells pussy, he’s a slave hound were trying to turn into a drug dog. I told them you can’t get the pussy out of him. But they insist that dogs can do both. “
As mom walks away she was relieved that was over. The growl of the hound though brought back terrorizing memories that still haunts her today.
Years back mom remembers her run as she escaped the slave pens in Alabama. And packs of hounds chased her for hours before she escaped them by jumping in the river.
Mom then goes to the airport lounge, where she sits at the bar for a drink along with a plate of n wings and a smoke to follow.
She found herself intrigued with this conversation from a nearby table by two men. One named Jake, the other named Skeeter.
They were just going on and on about slaves. And skeeter was all about wanting to stick his cock into one of the South American slaves they were there to pick up.
“ There wasn’t no slaves on my flight! “
Mom blurts out turning toward the two men.
She notices Skeeter was wearing a Big D slave market tee shirt.
But she was then taken back by the icy look she’d gotten from Jake.
Mom feels her pussy instantly start to juice up, as she sits on that bar stool, she quickly turns back around to mind her own business as she take a slow draw from her cigarette, the two men just stare a hole straight through her.
“ Oh Gawd! What have I done? “
Mom wonders.
“ Who is that Fucking cunt? “
Jake asks Skeeter.
“ Hell I don’t know!…She looks pretty hot for an old slut! “
“ Boy! Where the Fuck are your standards? That ain’t even close to Prime! “
Mom’s face turns red. In a way she was pissed but in another way it was pure fear. And in another she was turned on knowing they were looking at her. Even though she’s dressed she almost feels as if they can see her branded ass straight through her clothes.
“ Every slave has a story Jake…You just got to get them out of there clothes to find out what it is.”
He looks at mom even harder.
“ I’d like to get her out of them boots! “
Skeeter said.
Mom’s toes curl up instantly as her feet start to sweat within the confined space of her boots and stockings.
Mom had heard about the Big D slave market.
She imagined herself naked with the gritty feeling of sand as it sticks to her bare feet as she stands for auction at the Big D.
“ Skeeter you ain’t wasting my auctioneers time with an old skank like that! “
“ Auction? I ain’t talking about putting her on the block! I just want to take her to the holiday inn!…lm gonna go talk to her! “
Skeeter gets up from his chair and picks at his crotch as he tries to straighten his growing cock.
Jake then gets up from his chair.
“ Let’s get out of here and go check on our slaves! “
Skeeter kind of sighs as he looks moms way as they pass.
Jake takes a card from his pocket and half heartedly tossed it across the bar towards mom.
After they walk out mom picks up the card. It’s got two eyes looking at you, and below it it says.
“ The eyes of a slave baron are watching you! And they don’t like what they see! “
Mom’s heart skips a beat. Another sense of fear comes over her, as she remembered another card that was striking similar to that one, she’d gotten many years before.
After she’d spent the evening at Joes place listening to the blues. She’d gone off with one of the black men in the band to the motel.
The next morning she found a card under her windshield wiper that said.
“ The eyes of the Blank…Blank…Blank are watching you! And they don’t like what they see!”
When mom got that card she was looking over her shoulder for months. It puts a very similar sense of fear into you just like the slave baron card does.
Anyway mom decides to move on towards her next flight before she finds herself caught up into something that she shouldn’t.
On the way she looks outside the window and sees workers unloading kennels of enslaved women from the cargo area of the plane she’d just gotten off of.
“ I guess those are the ones going to the Big D? “
She watched for a moment imagining herself naked inside a kennel being transported that way.
Her pussy juiced again. She looks at her watch, then raced off to a nearby restroom to rub one out in the privacy of a stall.
“ I can’t believe I’m still so horny after what just happened to me? “
She said imagining herself at the motel with Skeeter and Jake, sucking them both. Of course Jake’s not impressed but when she slips that satin bikini bottoms down her stockinged legs and he sees her brand. He’d know she’s worthy of his big dick. And he fucks her brains out before collaring her and taking her straight for remedial training at The Big D.
Mom then let out a moan as she climaxes. Her hand was soaked with the juices of her pussy.
Then there was a loud knock on the stall door.
“ Excuse me! But are you finished? “
Mom quickly slipped up her panties and skirt. She blushes again as she passes the younger woman exiting the small restroom.
“ That’s disgusting! She didn’t even wash her hands! “
The woman said after mom left the restroom.
By then mom parted again with her suitcase and got in line to step up onto the plane.