Modern time.
It was a typical Saturday night. Me and my wife Misty are spending quality time together. I’m watching Tv. Back and forth between Forensic Files and the Hitler channel. All while also checking some e-mails on my lap top.
Misty’s across the room from me on the couch. She’s got her lap top fired up. With a live stream on. Sometimes there’s as many as 8 and 10 women on there at a time. Every one of them yapping there heads off.
I like to compare this to watching the view on daytime Tv. Being just a bunch of pissed off women needing to get something off there chests.
Misty likes watching this one woman in particular. Her name is Natasha. She lives in some hick town in the Florida panhandle.
You can tell that easily by the way she talks.
But Natasha always has drama going on. And no matter what she says or does. She can’t do anything right.
And Misty always gets mad cause there’s always these damn uppity yankee women beating on her all the time.
“ They being mean to Natasha again! “
And she’ll go to cussing.
“ Baby that’s just how them damn Yankees are! They ain’t happy unless we’re just as miserable as they are! “
I explain to my wife.
Misty continued to do a lot of growling and cussing. This Natasha girl has this site. And they just seem to keep this shit going all night long.
I return back to my e-mails. And I spot one from my wife’s best friend Shirley.
“ What the Hell is she e- mailing me for?”
I wondered.
“ Mmmm! Maybe she’d like to have an affair? “
I wondered before clicking on it.
After I clicked and opened it. It said this.
“ Hey you have to check this out! And after you do. Forward it to Misty. And watch how she reacts. Lol.
Of course there’s a link. And I click on it. It opens up another XXX strip search site.
And there was a mugshot of my wife from 1987. She just turned 18 in 1987.
“ Oh shit! “
I said to myself.
“ How in the Hell does she keep finding this shit? “
A while back she found one with mom in it.
The picture showed Misty with her hair all teased up. Just like she would have stuck her finger in a light socket. Then added a whole can of hairspray.
She probably used a whole pallet of makeup.
That shit looked as thick as a mask. She had those raccoon looking eyes. With that purple eye shadow. And glossy pink suck your dick lips.
She had that little sign around her neck that said.
Misty Jones
Pussagollia Mississippi County jail. 1987
I looked over at my wife and had to fight back the urge not to bust out laughing.
“ Oh this shit is gonna be good! “
I clicked on the little arrow to start the video.
It showed an old police car. Probably a Ford LTD I guessed. Which was pretty commonly used by the police back then.
Then there was this tall Amazon looking blonde woman. In a police uniform. Her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.
She looked pretty damn intimidating.
She swings open the back door of that LTD.
“ Out! “
The woman barked.
Misty with her hands cuffed behind her back. Barely got one foot out on the ground. Before the woman just snatched her out of the car.
Once out of the car. She had Misty by the shirt. Shaking her like a rag doll.
“ No Juvie for you this time darling! You going in with the big girls! “
She says in a threatening tone.
Misty looked scared enough that she could shit her pants at any moment.
“ Let’s go! “
The woman said holding Misty’s upper arm leading her along.
Misty had on this sleazy looking crop top. Short enough her little chubby belly hung out. Her big tits bulged from it. The top was loose enough that it slipped off her right shoulder. Exposing her bra strap.
She had on those tight ass Guess jeans.
“ Oh that fucking ass! “
I said to myself.
Misty had an ass that just rocked back then.
She had them slutty looking high heels on.
“ Damn! She was so fucking Hot back then! “
I looked across the room at her now. Seeing her big tits sagging in her night gown. Bigger belly. Thick ass thighs.
“ What the Hell went wrong? “
I wondered with a sigh.
The woman marched Misty up to that steel door.
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
Loud buzzer goes off. Door automatically opens.
Misty’s pushed through the door from behind.
The door slams loudly. Making a clanging sound as it locks.
I continued to watch as my wife to be’s ass and hips swung from side to side in those jeans. Them high heels clicked with every step she took.
The video then had obviously been edited.
The next scene showed Misty in one of those little rooms. Just a table and chairs. An ashtray sat on the table. You don’t see much of that nowadays. Nobody smokes. Or they got to be 100 yards out from the building to smoke anyway.
But also in the room was mom!
Oh I got so excited seeing mom in the video.
Moms no longer with us. But in 1987 it was Deb Jones in the flesh. Real estate tycoon and super mom was there to save the day.
Oh I loved and miss that woman!
Though we don’t truly know. Because of moms slave background. How old she is. But an educated guess would probably be she was in her mid to late 40’s in 1987.
Mom still had that Farrah Fawcett hairstyle. She was dangling that Marlboro Long Horn 100 from her lips. Them big tits of hers bulging from a silk blouse. All kinds of cleavage on display. Tight ass leather skirt. With pantyhose and her fuck me heels on.
Mom looked fucking hot!
And her and Misty were just bickering back and forth with one another. All of course was in that redneck fucking back woods hick talk.
Mumble grumble cuss. Growl!
Mumble mumble mumble cuss.
Growl grumble cuss and mumble.
Oh I was loving it. Seeing the two of them interact that way. I miss that shit.
You can’t hardly understand a God damn word of it. But here’s some of there dialogue.
“ Mom you got to get me a lawyer! “
“ It’s Friday night! You think I can just pull a lawyer out of thin air! Those things take time!
Besides I ought to make you buy your own damn lawyer! You got a job! “
“ Mom! “
“ You got your daddy’s car impounded to! I guess I got to pay for that to?
If I knew this was the kind of shit you’d be doing. I would have never gave you that car.
I guess I should have made you buy your own damn car! “
“ It was just a joint mom! “
“ Yeah! Just a joint just got you in the joint you dumb ass!
Why didn’t you throw that damn thing out? “
“ I would have if I hadn’t of dropped and lost it! “
“ You always bragging about how fast that car is! You should have out run them! “
“ Seriously mom? Your trying to get me killed? “
Mom uncrossed those sexy legs and crushed out her cigarette.
She then leans across to Misty. Putting her finger right in her face.
“ Let me tell you something! If this shit right here. Gets in the press! And you embarrass me! I’m gonna whip your God damn ass! “
Mom was pissed. Moms always looking out for her reputation.
About that time the door opens. And there’s that big tall Amazon blonde woman again.
“ Mrs. Jones courts at 9:00. Monday morning. “
“ Oh that’s just wonderful! That’s when I open my office! “
Mom looks at Misty.
“ I better not miss a sale because of this bull shit! “
“ Mrs. Jones it’s time for her to go. “
The woman said.
Mom and Misty stand up. The lady officer stood in the doorway. And watched the two of them as they embrace. Mom holds Misty tightly to her breasts. Both of them start crying.
“ I love you! “
“ Love you to! “
The woman then pulls Misty from her mother’s arms.
She’s led back out into the hallway.
She then stops and looks back at mom.
“ Mrs. Jones? Have you ever seen what goes on during the booking process? “
The woman asks.
“ Yeah unfortunately I’ve experienced it a few times. “
Mom says with a red face.
The woman paused and gives mom a slow look over.
Mom couldn’t help but feel intimidated and turned on. Seeing her look at her that way.
To her being forced to strip and bare it all. While a complete stranger slips her fingers up your twat and ass.
Mom gets turned on just by the thought of it.
Maybe it had something to do with her former slave life. When she just went naked all the time. Being on display for all to see.
Misty was scared to death. And was probably fearing that mom was just gonna embarrass her as she knows she’s probably gonna have to get naked.
“ Baby I’d love to trade places with you if I could? “
Mom said as they walked through the processing room door.
The lady officer looks at mom.
“ She wants to go through this?….Mmmm! Interesting? “
She says to herself.
Misty looked over her shoulder at mom. With a look of surprise on her face.
Misty was led over to a desk.
The lady looks at mom.
“ Mrs. Jones would you mind me checking your driver’s license? “
“ No not at all! “
Mom said as a tingling sense of nervousness comes over her. Her nipples grow hard. Her pussy starts to moisten.
From her purse she takes out her billfold. That she takes her Mississippi state driver’s license from. And hands over to the woman. She picks up the phone and calls upstairs. Relaying the information on the license to the officer on duty.
She didn’t return the license. She placed them onto the desk. On top of a stack of forms. Misty’s license were also sat there also.
From a bin behind her. She retrieved two plastic boxes. There wasn’t much question about what goes inside the boxes.
Moms heart starts to race. Seeing the second box being placed on the desk.
“ Why two boxes? “
Mom says to herself. She licks her lips as beads of sweat brakes out across her forehead.
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"Back and forth between Forensic Files and the Hitler channel."
OMG, I laughed so hard and I haven't even read your story yet. It's the "History Channel", not the "Hitler Channel".
Thank you for that, it was funny as Hell. One of the reasons I love reading these types of websites is because we amateur authors are willing to do things that professional published authors would never get away with.
Well done.
Zee
OMG, I laughed so hard and I haven't even read your story yet. It's the "History Channel", not the "Hitler Channel".
Thank you for that, it was funny as Hell. One of the reasons I love reading these types of websites is because we amateur authors are willing to do things that professional published authors would never get away with.
Well done.
Zee
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Thank you! That’s what I call the history channel lol.ZeeChromosome wrote: ↑Fri Dec 17, 2021 1:03 pm "Back and forth between Forensic Files and the Hitler channel."
OMG, I laughed so hard and I haven't even read your story yet. It's the "History Channel", not the "Hitler Channel".
Thank you for that, it was funny as Hell. One of the reasons I love reading these types of websites is because we amateur authors are willing to do things that professional published authors would never get away with.
Well done.
Zee
I’m waiting on somebody to recognize the Natasha girl that Misty watches. That girl is a drama queen. Lol
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The lady officer turned her attention back to Misty. And brings out a large envelope.
“ Take off all your jewelry. Empty out your pockets. Put all your valuables inside the envelope. “
Misty slowly took off her hot pink banded Swatch watch. Then her class ring. Then my class ring. Her earrings. And a necklace.
She then went through her pockets. Putting a $5.00 bill. $2.00 worth of change and a cigarette lighter into the envelope.
“ I better get my stuff back! Me and mom are gonna sue your ass! If you loose my stuff! “
Mom punched Misty in the arm.
“ Shut up! Or this lady is gonna see me whip your ass! “
Mom said threatening her.
“ Mom that’s my valuable stuff! “
“ Quit worrying about your stuff! And do as your told! “
Mom said with a growl.
“ Now I want you to take your shoes off. And hand them over. “
Misty bent her right leg back. And just by the heel she pulled the shoe from her foot. And handed it over to the woman.
The woman inspected the shoe. And placed it inside the box. Misty repeated the process with the left shoe.
The woman then took Misty’s finger prints. Then her first official mugshot as an adult.
She was then led back over to the desk.
“ Now take off all your clothes! Top first! “
“ Here? Don’t you have a private place to change? “
“ I told you this ain’t juvie! You in with the big girls. And the big girls get naked! Now strip! “
“ Mom? Do I really have to do this? “
Misty says looking at her mom with a look of horrific shock on her face.
“ Do it! You ain’t got nothing none of us ain’t seen! “
“ That don’t mean it ain’t embarrassing!”
“ Maybe you’ll remember this next time you want to buy yourself some dope! “
Finally Misty pulled off the sleazy looking top.
I paused the video for a moment. So I could slip my hand inside my boxers. I then glanced across the room. Misty was still into her live stream.
And as usual Natasha was cussing her head off.
That woman’s got a real foul mouth.
I then stroked my cock a little before starting the video back.
Misty let’s out another uncomfortable sigh. As she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.
My mouth just watered as I watched the most amazing pair of tits I’d ever seen.
They were big and round. She was a 38 D back then. They had that perfect bounce and jiggle to them as she moved about.
She handed her bra over.
I paused the video again. And looked over at my wife. Them tits sagged all the way to her belly button now.
“ Damn! WTF? Went wrong? “
I asked myself shaking my head.
I started the video again.
A camera zooms in from below. Giving me an awesome view of her tits from below. Looking up at the embarrassed look on her face.
The camera then moved down as her fingers moved to the snap and zipper of her tight jeans. Her chubby belly slightly hung over her jeans.
As the zipper comes down you could see her fat pussy just bulge from a pair of purple satin panties.
I just licked my lips while stroking my cock. Just staring at it.
“ Hey!…Hey! “
I hear Misty say to me from the couch.
“ What? “
“ I see what your doing! Quit looking up that shit on your computer! Before you get a virus on it! “
Misty yells at me.
She has no idea. Who the porn star is in this one. Lol.
“ Yes dear! “
I said pulling my hand back out from my boxers.
“ Damn! I can smell her sex from here! “
The lady officer said to mom. As Misty takes off her jeans. And handed them over.
With Misty just left in her knee high length nylons and her panties. I paused the video for a moment. Looking at her crotch stain. Her fucking cunt was soaked. The panties even looked weighed down between her legs. So wet it was like she might have peed on herself.
I then realized I remembered that night.
And here’s my interpretation of what happened that night.
9:30 PM. The door bell rings at my parents house.
My mom answered the door. Of course she doesn’t invite Misty in. A matter a fact she just closed the door in her face.
“ I don’t want that trash in my house! You can do better than that! “
She’d say to me, as I passed her in the hallway.
My mom always said Misty’s a slut. Just like her momma is a slut.
Of course my mom learns all this shit from all the gossiping ladies down at the beauty shop. So there’s no telling how much of it is true. I’m sure some of it is. Since Misty’s mom is a widow. And does frequent the bars in town on almost a daily basis. That don’t mean she’s an out right whore. But she does have quite the reputation. As far as that kind of thing goes. And being in a small town news like that gets around. Especially by the damned old woman that hang out in the beauty shop.
Probably in reality. There all just jealous of Misty’s mom. Cause she’s probably getting some action. While none of them are. Including my own mom. Lol.
I go outside with Misty. And at her car she brings out a joint. And we smoke it together. We then make out.
And at the front of her Chevy Nova I pull them same jeans and panties she’s wearing in the video. Down to her ankles.
Bend her over the hood of her car. And fuck her brains out.
Misty’s on the pill. So there’s no reason to pull out. I just pounded her all the way. We’ve gotten pretty good at timing our orgasms together.
She loves it when I just fill her up with my hot spunk.
Her body tensed up. Her pussy contracts as my cock is pulsing. As I’m shooting balls deep inside her. As we’re in that moment. The damn outside flood lights start flashing.
And there’s mom peeking out the curtains.
“ Shit! “
I pull out and me and Misty race around the car, to dress ourselves.
Damn flood lights blink again.
That’s moms signal letting me know that it’s time for Misty to go.
We kiss once more.
She then gets behind the wheel of her Nova. And fires it up. She revved the big V-8 up. I suppose to let mom know she’s leaving.
“ Hey you got another one of them joints? “
“ I just got one left and it’s all mine! “
She then put it to her lips and fired it up.
She then backed out onto the street. And revs that Nova up again. Then pops the clutch. Burning rubber in front of my parents house, like she was on some drag strip. The car stops spinning and lets out a dominant bark, when she shifted into third. And off into the darkness of the night. I listen as the sound of her muscle car fades into the distance.
And somewhere between the short four miles between my house and hers. She’s gonna regret, not giving me that joint. Lol.
“ Take off all your jewelry. Empty out your pockets. Put all your valuables inside the envelope. “
Misty slowly took off her hot pink banded Swatch watch. Then her class ring. Then my class ring. Her earrings. And a necklace.
She then went through her pockets. Putting a $5.00 bill. $2.00 worth of change and a cigarette lighter into the envelope.
“ I better get my stuff back! Me and mom are gonna sue your ass! If you loose my stuff! “
Mom punched Misty in the arm.
“ Shut up! Or this lady is gonna see me whip your ass! “
Mom said threatening her.
“ Mom that’s my valuable stuff! “
“ Quit worrying about your stuff! And do as your told! “
Mom said with a growl.
“ Now I want you to take your shoes off. And hand them over. “
Misty bent her right leg back. And just by the heel she pulled the shoe from her foot. And handed it over to the woman.
The woman inspected the shoe. And placed it inside the box. Misty repeated the process with the left shoe.
The woman then took Misty’s finger prints. Then her first official mugshot as an adult.
She was then led back over to the desk.
“ Now take off all your clothes! Top first! “
“ Here? Don’t you have a private place to change? “
“ I told you this ain’t juvie! You in with the big girls. And the big girls get naked! Now strip! “
“ Mom? Do I really have to do this? “
Misty says looking at her mom with a look of horrific shock on her face.
“ Do it! You ain’t got nothing none of us ain’t seen! “
“ That don’t mean it ain’t embarrassing!”
“ Maybe you’ll remember this next time you want to buy yourself some dope! “
Finally Misty pulled off the sleazy looking top.
I paused the video for a moment. So I could slip my hand inside my boxers. I then glanced across the room. Misty was still into her live stream.
And as usual Natasha was cussing her head off.
That woman’s got a real foul mouth.
I then stroked my cock a little before starting the video back.
Misty let’s out another uncomfortable sigh. As she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.
My mouth just watered as I watched the most amazing pair of tits I’d ever seen.
They were big and round. She was a 38 D back then. They had that perfect bounce and jiggle to them as she moved about.
She handed her bra over.
I paused the video again. And looked over at my wife. Them tits sagged all the way to her belly button now.
“ Damn! WTF? Went wrong? “
I asked myself shaking my head.
I started the video again.
A camera zooms in from below. Giving me an awesome view of her tits from below. Looking up at the embarrassed look on her face.
The camera then moved down as her fingers moved to the snap and zipper of her tight jeans. Her chubby belly slightly hung over her jeans.
As the zipper comes down you could see her fat pussy just bulge from a pair of purple satin panties.
I just licked my lips while stroking my cock. Just staring at it.
“ Hey!…Hey! “
I hear Misty say to me from the couch.
“ What? “
“ I see what your doing! Quit looking up that shit on your computer! Before you get a virus on it! “
Misty yells at me.
She has no idea. Who the porn star is in this one. Lol.
“ Yes dear! “
I said pulling my hand back out from my boxers.
“ Damn! I can smell her sex from here! “
The lady officer said to mom. As Misty takes off her jeans. And handed them over.
With Misty just left in her knee high length nylons and her panties. I paused the video for a moment. Looking at her crotch stain. Her fucking cunt was soaked. The panties even looked weighed down between her legs. So wet it was like she might have peed on herself.
I then realized I remembered that night.
And here’s my interpretation of what happened that night.
9:30 PM. The door bell rings at my parents house.
My mom answered the door. Of course she doesn’t invite Misty in. A matter a fact she just closed the door in her face.
“ I don’t want that trash in my house! You can do better than that! “
She’d say to me, as I passed her in the hallway.
My mom always said Misty’s a slut. Just like her momma is a slut.
Of course my mom learns all this shit from all the gossiping ladies down at the beauty shop. So there’s no telling how much of it is true. I’m sure some of it is. Since Misty’s mom is a widow. And does frequent the bars in town on almost a daily basis. That don’t mean she’s an out right whore. But she does have quite the reputation. As far as that kind of thing goes. And being in a small town news like that gets around. Especially by the damned old woman that hang out in the beauty shop.
Probably in reality. There all just jealous of Misty’s mom. Cause she’s probably getting some action. While none of them are. Including my own mom. Lol.
I go outside with Misty. And at her car she brings out a joint. And we smoke it together. We then make out.
And at the front of her Chevy Nova I pull them same jeans and panties she’s wearing in the video. Down to her ankles.
Bend her over the hood of her car. And fuck her brains out.
Misty’s on the pill. So there’s no reason to pull out. I just pounded her all the way. We’ve gotten pretty good at timing our orgasms together.
She loves it when I just fill her up with my hot spunk.
Her body tensed up. Her pussy contracts as my cock is pulsing. As I’m shooting balls deep inside her. As we’re in that moment. The damn outside flood lights start flashing.
And there’s mom peeking out the curtains.
“ Shit! “
I pull out and me and Misty race around the car, to dress ourselves.
Damn flood lights blink again.
That’s moms signal letting me know that it’s time for Misty to go.
We kiss once more.
She then gets behind the wheel of her Nova. And fires it up. She revved the big V-8 up. I suppose to let mom know she’s leaving.
“ Hey you got another one of them joints? “
“ I just got one left and it’s all mine! “
She then put it to her lips and fired it up.
She then backed out onto the street. And revs that Nova up again. Then pops the clutch. Burning rubber in front of my parents house, like she was on some drag strip. The car stops spinning and lets out a dominant bark, when she shifted into third. And off into the darkness of the night. I listen as the sound of her muscle car fades into the distance.
And somewhere between the short four miles between my house and hers. She’s gonna regret, not giving me that joint. Lol.
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My buddy growing up had a Nova with a big block engine! He went 500 miles to pull a boat back at 90 miles an hour! Both ways! Was a crazy time!
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In the following week. My mom went to the grocery store. While standing in line waiting to check out. Where they got the National Enquirer. The Globe. People Magazine. And any other lie paper they put out for you to read. On the rack on that. Was one of those Busted papers. The ones where they show everyone that’s been processed through the local jails. And with all that other shit my mom could have picked up to read. That one just had to be the one she picks up. And on the third page. Was Misty’s and her moms picture side by side. Of course it don’t say what there charged with but just being in there. My mom just has to buy that paper. And she puts it right in my face, when she gets home.
“ Look where your woman’s at? “
“ You need to dump that slut! Before you get her knocked up! “
“ Her mommas in there to? Wonder what she did? “
That’s my mom looking out for me.
Back to the video.
The lady officer checked Misty’s bra out pretty good.
I suppose she’d probably have some secret pocket in it. Where she could hide some crack cocaine or something. After satisfied with the search. She dropped it into the trash can.
“ Bitch! That’s my bra! “
“ Underwear goes in the trash! We ain’t got no laundry service here! “
Of course mom and the lady officer noticed Misty’s wet crotch stain.
“ Get them stinking panties and nylons off! And trash them! Before you get this whole place stinking like a slave trailer! “
Mom hears that and looks at her.
“ How’s she know what that’s like? “
Mom wonders.
Ain’t nothing like working on the receiving dock at SlaveCo. Southwest, or worse than that one of those discount slave outlets. Where the scratch and dent models are sold.
Like on a hot July day. When that tractor trailer rolls in. With scared caged cunts. Stacked from the front to the back. And floor to the ceiling. The driver will swing them doors open. And the smell of sweating pussy just about knocks you down. Along with piss and shit. If a damn but plug slips out.
They all in there whimpering, crying. Some pissed off and bucking around inside those little cages. Like a wild animal that has to be broke.
And broke there gonna get.
And straight to the cattle baths they go.
And damn sure an entertaining sight to take in.
Misty parts with her panties and nylons. And while she’s in the most humiliating moment of her entire life. With mom looking on. As she does the squat spread and cough routine.
That’s when two of Pussigollias finest deputies. Walks into the room.
Yeah it’s Virgil and Bubba.
Virgil’s a short and dumpy looking slob. He’s similar in age to mom. Late 40’s or early 50’s. He’s got that beer gut. Caffe stained wrinkled uniform. Three days worth of stubble on his face, and a baling head. Of course he’s chewing on a plug of tobacco. Just like a damn cow chewing cud.
Virgil’s got the hots for mom. They like to frequent the same bars and all. And they’ve had some affairs together. Though none of them ever does much to satisfy mom. But it gets Virgil off. So he can get the big head. Thinking he got to fuck a pretty woman. Instead of his 400 pound wife.
Bubba is like a stud walking into the room. He’s got that confident swagger going for him.
Bubbas about 35 and stands about 6’4 250 pounds.
He’s got that chest all bulged out. In his pressed clean crisp uniform. Clean shaven with closely clipped dark hair.
Bubbas one of them damn Alabama boys. He was raised by the Bear himself. As he played line backer for the Crimson Tide.
That tells you how he is right there. He’s all cocky and full of himself. With all them damn Natural championships and all that shit.
They all deserve a slave collar just for that.
Mom turns around kind of shocked to see them, in the women's processing room and all.
“ Virgil? Y’all supposed to be in here? “
Mom asks with concern.
“ Yeah Deb we got something to discuss with you. When she gets through with your daughter. “
About that time. The woman’s got Misty bent over the desk. With her gloved hand all up inside her pussy.
“ Damn! You got some wet pussy girl! This snatch here is slave worthy! “
The woman said.
As Misty starts humping on her hand.
“ Oh shit! This ain’t good! “
Mom says to herself. Fearing that her daughters gonna loose her freedom.
“ Look at that Deb. Your girls grown up into a beautiful woman! “
Virgil says reaching down to squeeze his own cock over his pants.
Mom turns to him and growls, giving him a look like she’s gonna knock the shit at him.
“ Oh don’t worry Deb. I respect you to much to do anything like that to Misty right in front of you. “
Virgil says.
That’s when Bubba looks down at mom. And says.
“ I don’t! “
And he proceeded to start stripping down.
“ Look where your woman’s at? “
“ You need to dump that slut! Before you get her knocked up! “
“ Her mommas in there to? Wonder what she did? “
That’s my mom looking out for me.
Back to the video.
The lady officer checked Misty’s bra out pretty good.
I suppose she’d probably have some secret pocket in it. Where she could hide some crack cocaine or something. After satisfied with the search. She dropped it into the trash can.
“ Bitch! That’s my bra! “
“ Underwear goes in the trash! We ain’t got no laundry service here! “
Of course mom and the lady officer noticed Misty’s wet crotch stain.
“ Get them stinking panties and nylons off! And trash them! Before you get this whole place stinking like a slave trailer! “
Mom hears that and looks at her.
“ How’s she know what that’s like? “
Mom wonders.
Ain’t nothing like working on the receiving dock at SlaveCo. Southwest, or worse than that one of those discount slave outlets. Where the scratch and dent models are sold.
Like on a hot July day. When that tractor trailer rolls in. With scared caged cunts. Stacked from the front to the back. And floor to the ceiling. The driver will swing them doors open. And the smell of sweating pussy just about knocks you down. Along with piss and shit. If a damn but plug slips out.
They all in there whimpering, crying. Some pissed off and bucking around inside those little cages. Like a wild animal that has to be broke.
And broke there gonna get.
And straight to the cattle baths they go.
And damn sure an entertaining sight to take in.
Misty parts with her panties and nylons. And while she’s in the most humiliating moment of her entire life. With mom looking on. As she does the squat spread and cough routine.
That’s when two of Pussigollias finest deputies. Walks into the room.
Yeah it’s Virgil and Bubba.
Virgil’s a short and dumpy looking slob. He’s similar in age to mom. Late 40’s or early 50’s. He’s got that beer gut. Caffe stained wrinkled uniform. Three days worth of stubble on his face, and a baling head. Of course he’s chewing on a plug of tobacco. Just like a damn cow chewing cud.
Virgil’s got the hots for mom. They like to frequent the same bars and all. And they’ve had some affairs together. Though none of them ever does much to satisfy mom. But it gets Virgil off. So he can get the big head. Thinking he got to fuck a pretty woman. Instead of his 400 pound wife.
Bubba is like a stud walking into the room. He’s got that confident swagger going for him.
Bubbas about 35 and stands about 6’4 250 pounds.
He’s got that chest all bulged out. In his pressed clean crisp uniform. Clean shaven with closely clipped dark hair.
Bubbas one of them damn Alabama boys. He was raised by the Bear himself. As he played line backer for the Crimson Tide.
That tells you how he is right there. He’s all cocky and full of himself. With all them damn Natural championships and all that shit.
They all deserve a slave collar just for that.
Mom turns around kind of shocked to see them, in the women's processing room and all.
“ Virgil? Y’all supposed to be in here? “
Mom asks with concern.
“ Yeah Deb we got something to discuss with you. When she gets through with your daughter. “
About that time. The woman’s got Misty bent over the desk. With her gloved hand all up inside her pussy.
“ Damn! You got some wet pussy girl! This snatch here is slave worthy! “
The woman said.
As Misty starts humping on her hand.
“ Oh shit! This ain’t good! “
Mom says to herself. Fearing that her daughters gonna loose her freedom.
“ Look at that Deb. Your girls grown up into a beautiful woman! “
Virgil says reaching down to squeeze his own cock over his pants.
Mom turns to him and growls, giving him a look like she’s gonna knock the shit at him.
“ Oh don’t worry Deb. I respect you to much to do anything like that to Misty right in front of you. “
Virgil says.
That’s when Bubba looks down at mom. And says.
“ I don’t! “
And he proceeded to start stripping down.
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Standing right beside mom. Bubba would strip everything off. Under his uniform pants he wore a bright yellow Speedo. That kind of resembles a banana. But the cock that sprung free from the speedo was bigger than any banana that mom had ever seen.
Yeah Bubba was hung like a fucking mule. And just as thick as a mule also.
“ I got to have it! “
Mom says to herself.
She takes a step towards Bubba and kneeled. While reaching for his cock, with her hand. To guide it to her open mouth. He turned away from her.
Yeah why should he waist his time with this old hag? When he’s got a fresh 18 year old to break in?
Maybe I shouldn’t use the word fresh. Got to face it. Misty’s a slut. Her sex drive mirrors her mother’s sex drive in only a younger state. Both Misty and mom never seem to get enough.
But with Bubbles well endowed cock. She’ll probably feel quite fresh to him.
The woman is still four fingers deep inside Misty’s wet cunt.
“ Becky let me have her! “
She slips her hand from Misty’s snatch.
The screen on my lap top split to two. One showing Misty’s facial expressions. The other showing the initial penetration of Bubbles huge cock.
With his hand he guided his cock along her wet slit, lubing only his thick mushroom tip with her wetness.
He then lined up with the entrance of he fuck hole. She feels just the head. Then the girth behind it, stretching her walls apart.
She clenched her teeth, trying to prepare herself. And feels him pushing in deeper. She jumped feeling him hit bottom.
“ God damn! “
She yells out. Slamming her hand down onto the desk. Wanting something desperately to hold on to.
While he flexed pulled and stretched her tight cunt in every direction possible.
Moms jaw just dropped. As she stared at it. His cock still had at least 3 inches of base still sticking outside her body.
“ Oh I wish that was me! “
Mom mumbles to herself.
Bubba pulls back and thrusts into her again.
She lets out a yelp. With a jump. But there was no getting away.
Bubba just held them hips in place. As he drove that fucking cock into her, harder with every thrust.
With in a minute there bodies worked together like a fine tuned machine.
Misty was pouring sweat. Her hair became wet. Her makeup was running. She looked like Pure Hell.
But in no time at all she was coming. And not just once. It was like one wave of orgasm would come right after the next.
And Bubba just kept on going and going. Just like the Energizer bunny.
Mom just stood there in a state of shock. Watching her daughter being pounded.
Misty didn’t even care that she was being watched. By three including mom. While being pounded by a complete stranger.
Then there were all the cameras mounted all around the room, taking in from all angles the action taking place.
Mom felt herself getting hornier. She to starts to perspire. Under that silk blouse and bra her nipples grew so fucking hard and sensitive.
As she stood there with her legs slightly apart her pussy starts to moisten within her pantyhose. Her feet start to sweat within those sexy leather pumps.
Yeah mom’s gonna be a stinking mess. When those heels and pantyhose come off.
“ Oh why can’t that be me? “
Mom mumbles to herself repeatedly.
Bubba then grabbed Misty by the hair of the head. Down to her knees facing him. And the cum shot that followed just coated her face. As she held her mouth open to catch what she could.
Then it was over. Bubba steps away. But remains naked. He reached for his clothes just to retrieve a pack of smokes and a lighter. He then walks away from everyone to have a moment to relax and recharge. Possibly he’s waiting to see what unfolds next.
We learn the tall Amazon looking woman is named Becky. She took a roll of paper towels and tore off about 3 and handed them to Misty.
“ Wipe your face. “
Misty quickly did so.
Becky then helps Misty to her feet. Her legs wobble weakly beneath her like jello.
“ Hop up on the desk. Let’s talk for a minute. “
Misty sits on the desk. Becky sits on the desk next to her. And puts her arm around her.
“ Did you enjoy that? “
“ Yes! That felt awesome! I ain’t never come like that in my entire life! “
“ So you think you’d like to have sex like that all the time? “
“ Oh yeah! “
“ Your at the perfect age that you have a great opportunity that’s before you. “
“ I do? “
“ Yes you do. Have you ever thought about volunteering to become an indentured servant? “
Mom then butts in.
“ She ain’t interested in that shit! “
“ Mrs. Jones please! She’s old enough to speak for herself! “
Mom looks to Virgil with desperation in her eyes.
“ Vigil do something! She’s trying to enslave my daughter! “
“ Damnit Deb just hear her out! She’s the best slave expert we’ve ever had on the force! “
Mom steps closer to Virgil and whispers.
“ God damnit! Virgil! I was a slave! I don’t want her going through that shit! “
“ I know Deb! But things are so much different now. Than they were in your time. I kind of think a little time in the collar will be good for Misty! “
Mom couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“ Ain’t that the same thing as a slave? “
Misty asks interested to know.
“ Yeah it’s a type of slave. That’s true. “
“ How will doing that benefit me? “
“ Oh it has all kinds of benefits to it. Wouldn’t you like to go to law school? Or medical school? Or a prestigious Ivey league university? And get a good education? “
Mom butts in again.
“ She’s in special Ed! “
Becky looks at Misty then back at mom.
“ She don’t look retarded to me? “
“ Do not use the R-word around my daughter. It’s derogatory and offensive! And it kills her self esteem! “
What? Is that really mom? In 1987 being politically correct? Before political correctness was a thing?
What the Hell?
Becky turns back to Misty.
“ Your not retarded are you? “
“ No of course not. “
“ It can also help you get a good job at a Fortune 500 company. “
Mom butts in again.
“ If I can finish getting her through high school! She will be working at a Fortune 500 company! “
“ Oh yeah? What company is that? “
“ My company! I’m in Fortune! And in Forbes! “
“ Wow! It looks like your moms got you lined up pretty good? “
“ Yeah but I’m still interested! How long would I have to be a slave? “
“ At least a year. It takes time to get you trained and all. “
“ Don’t it hurt? “
“ I’m not gonna lie to you. It does hurt. But it’s a good kind of hurt. The pain is only temporary. It’s kind of like having a kidney stone. You ever had one of those? “
“ No “
Yeah your in the fettle position on the floor. Sweating and freezing at the same time. No matter how much pain killers you take nothing helps. Your sipping that nasty cranberry juice until your bladder gets full. Then your on the toilet trying to pee. And all that blood comes out with that stone. And it’s finally over. And you instantly feel better. It’s a sense of accomplishment. A right of passage to becoming a real woman. Nobody can take your slave experience from you. And once its done. I promise you’ll never regret it. “
“ What all is involved? “
“ Not much just filling out some forms. If you like? I can get them and help you fill them out? And I can even give them to the DA Monday morning? “
“ So I’ll be enslaved in court? “
“ Oh no! They’ll be some time for you to prepare. Get in shape and all. So you’ll be ready. And of course they’ll have to have a class full of girls like you. To go through slave camp.”
“ How’s that work? “
“ Oh on the day they tell you to report. Just get your mom to drive you to the agriculture office. They’ll be a bus there. You’ll just strip everything off to leave with your mom. And they’ll have a collar just for you, with your name on it. And you’ll get on the bus with all the other girls. Think of it like an extended Girl Scout summer camp. “
Yeah Bubba was hung like a fucking mule. And just as thick as a mule also.
“ I got to have it! “
Mom says to herself.
She takes a step towards Bubba and kneeled. While reaching for his cock, with her hand. To guide it to her open mouth. He turned away from her.
Yeah why should he waist his time with this old hag? When he’s got a fresh 18 year old to break in?
Maybe I shouldn’t use the word fresh. Got to face it. Misty’s a slut. Her sex drive mirrors her mother’s sex drive in only a younger state. Both Misty and mom never seem to get enough.
But with Bubbles well endowed cock. She’ll probably feel quite fresh to him.
The woman is still four fingers deep inside Misty’s wet cunt.
“ Becky let me have her! “
She slips her hand from Misty’s snatch.
The screen on my lap top split to two. One showing Misty’s facial expressions. The other showing the initial penetration of Bubbles huge cock.
With his hand he guided his cock along her wet slit, lubing only his thick mushroom tip with her wetness.
He then lined up with the entrance of he fuck hole. She feels just the head. Then the girth behind it, stretching her walls apart.
She clenched her teeth, trying to prepare herself. And feels him pushing in deeper. She jumped feeling him hit bottom.
“ God damn! “
She yells out. Slamming her hand down onto the desk. Wanting something desperately to hold on to.
While he flexed pulled and stretched her tight cunt in every direction possible.
Moms jaw just dropped. As she stared at it. His cock still had at least 3 inches of base still sticking outside her body.
“ Oh I wish that was me! “
Mom mumbles to herself.
Bubba pulls back and thrusts into her again.
She lets out a yelp. With a jump. But there was no getting away.
Bubba just held them hips in place. As he drove that fucking cock into her, harder with every thrust.
With in a minute there bodies worked together like a fine tuned machine.
Misty was pouring sweat. Her hair became wet. Her makeup was running. She looked like Pure Hell.
But in no time at all she was coming. And not just once. It was like one wave of orgasm would come right after the next.
And Bubba just kept on going and going. Just like the Energizer bunny.
Mom just stood there in a state of shock. Watching her daughter being pounded.
Misty didn’t even care that she was being watched. By three including mom. While being pounded by a complete stranger.
Then there were all the cameras mounted all around the room, taking in from all angles the action taking place.
Mom felt herself getting hornier. She to starts to perspire. Under that silk blouse and bra her nipples grew so fucking hard and sensitive.
As she stood there with her legs slightly apart her pussy starts to moisten within her pantyhose. Her feet start to sweat within those sexy leather pumps.
Yeah mom’s gonna be a stinking mess. When those heels and pantyhose come off.
“ Oh why can’t that be me? “
Mom mumbles to herself repeatedly.
Bubba then grabbed Misty by the hair of the head. Down to her knees facing him. And the cum shot that followed just coated her face. As she held her mouth open to catch what she could.
Then it was over. Bubba steps away. But remains naked. He reached for his clothes just to retrieve a pack of smokes and a lighter. He then walks away from everyone to have a moment to relax and recharge. Possibly he’s waiting to see what unfolds next.
We learn the tall Amazon looking woman is named Becky. She took a roll of paper towels and tore off about 3 and handed them to Misty.
“ Wipe your face. “
Misty quickly did so.
Becky then helps Misty to her feet. Her legs wobble weakly beneath her like jello.
“ Hop up on the desk. Let’s talk for a minute. “
Misty sits on the desk. Becky sits on the desk next to her. And puts her arm around her.
“ Did you enjoy that? “
“ Yes! That felt awesome! I ain’t never come like that in my entire life! “
“ So you think you’d like to have sex like that all the time? “
“ Oh yeah! “
“ Your at the perfect age that you have a great opportunity that’s before you. “
“ I do? “
“ Yes you do. Have you ever thought about volunteering to become an indentured servant? “
Mom then butts in.
“ She ain’t interested in that shit! “
“ Mrs. Jones please! She’s old enough to speak for herself! “
Mom looks to Virgil with desperation in her eyes.
“ Vigil do something! She’s trying to enslave my daughter! “
“ Damnit Deb just hear her out! She’s the best slave expert we’ve ever had on the force! “
Mom steps closer to Virgil and whispers.
“ God damnit! Virgil! I was a slave! I don’t want her going through that shit! “
“ I know Deb! But things are so much different now. Than they were in your time. I kind of think a little time in the collar will be good for Misty! “
Mom couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“ Ain’t that the same thing as a slave? “
Misty asks interested to know.
“ Yeah it’s a type of slave. That’s true. “
“ How will doing that benefit me? “
“ Oh it has all kinds of benefits to it. Wouldn’t you like to go to law school? Or medical school? Or a prestigious Ivey league university? And get a good education? “
Mom butts in again.
“ She’s in special Ed! “
Becky looks at Misty then back at mom.
“ She don’t look retarded to me? “
“ Do not use the R-word around my daughter. It’s derogatory and offensive! And it kills her self esteem! “
What? Is that really mom? In 1987 being politically correct? Before political correctness was a thing?
What the Hell?
Becky turns back to Misty.
“ Your not retarded are you? “
“ No of course not. “
“ It can also help you get a good job at a Fortune 500 company. “
Mom butts in again.
“ If I can finish getting her through high school! She will be working at a Fortune 500 company! “
“ Oh yeah? What company is that? “
“ My company! I’m in Fortune! And in Forbes! “
“ Wow! It looks like your moms got you lined up pretty good? “
“ Yeah but I’m still interested! How long would I have to be a slave? “
“ At least a year. It takes time to get you trained and all. “
“ Don’t it hurt? “
“ I’m not gonna lie to you. It does hurt. But it’s a good kind of hurt. The pain is only temporary. It’s kind of like having a kidney stone. You ever had one of those? “
“ No “
Yeah your in the fettle position on the floor. Sweating and freezing at the same time. No matter how much pain killers you take nothing helps. Your sipping that nasty cranberry juice until your bladder gets full. Then your on the toilet trying to pee. And all that blood comes out with that stone. And it’s finally over. And you instantly feel better. It’s a sense of accomplishment. A right of passage to becoming a real woman. Nobody can take your slave experience from you. And once its done. I promise you’ll never regret it. “
“ What all is involved? “
“ Not much just filling out some forms. If you like? I can get them and help you fill them out? And I can even give them to the DA Monday morning? “
“ So I’ll be enslaved in court? “
“ Oh no! They’ll be some time for you to prepare. Get in shape and all. So you’ll be ready. And of course they’ll have to have a class full of girls like you. To go through slave camp.”
“ How’s that work? “
“ Oh on the day they tell you to report. Just get your mom to drive you to the agriculture office. They’ll be a bus there. You’ll just strip everything off to leave with your mom. And they’ll have a collar just for you, with your name on it. And you’ll get on the bus with all the other girls. Think of it like an extended Girl Scout summer camp. “
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Misty’s imagining herself. Along with a bunch of collard slave naked girls all leisurely sitting around a camp fire roasting marshmallows. And talking about boys.
Moms about to blow a fucking gasket.
“ They don’t put them on a bus! They put them in cages! “
Mom points out.
“ Oh your mistaken Mrs. Jones. The cages are for harden criminals. And runaway slaves that haven’t full filled there obligations to there owners. The program I’m talking about is specifically designed for the young 18 year old women who are volunteering to be enslaved. There is a difference. “
Becky then looks back to Misty.
“ You do understand though. That the three strikes law is in place? “
“ Ummmm….What’s that mean? “
“ Well you had your first arrest tonight. As an adult. So that’s one strike. You get two more strikes, no matter how insignificant they are. You’ll face an automatic 5 year enslavement in court after the third strike. It will start immediately as the gavel hits the bench. You will be stripped, whipped collared, cuffed, gagged and into the poodle cage you go.
So you can go that way. Or you can self indenture. The choice of course is yours.”
“ Is it okay if I think about it? “
“ Absolutely it’s a big decision. And it shouldn’t be taken lightly. And if you got any questions? Don’t hesitate at all to come talk to me. “
“ Thank you so much for being so helpful and understanding. “
“ Your very welcome. Now you see the shower over there? “
Becky points to it.
“ Yeah “
“ Go take you a hot shower. You stink like a whore! “
Becky turns her attention to Virgil and Bubba.
“ Now what’s really brought the two of you down here? I know it wasn’t her? “
Becky asks.
Virgil smiles at mom. And hands Becky a piece of paper. She reads over it then looks straight at mom.
“ Mrs. Jones this is a warrant for your arrest. “
“ What?…For what? “
“ It says failure to appear in traffic court. It says you ran a red light? “
“ Oh my God! The tickets on my desk at my office. I kept forgetting to mail it in. Would it be alright if I go get it? And pay you? “
“ I’m sorry you’ll have to see the judge Monday morning. “
“ So I to have to stay here? All weekend? “
“ I’m afraid so. “
Becky said slipping moms purse from her shoulder. She placed it into the second box that sat next to Misty’s stuff.
“ Display! “
She yells out to mom.
Mom snapped into position.
Hands behind head. Tits pushed out. Legs slightly wider than shoulder width apart.
“ Very good Mrs. Jones. “
Becky says as she circles mom.
“ Your a free woman? But you move quick like a slave? I find that interesting.”
“ Shit! I just fucked up? “
Mom says to herself. As Becky looks her over.
Moms about to blow a fucking gasket.
“ They don’t put them on a bus! They put them in cages! “
Mom points out.
“ Oh your mistaken Mrs. Jones. The cages are for harden criminals. And runaway slaves that haven’t full filled there obligations to there owners. The program I’m talking about is specifically designed for the young 18 year old women who are volunteering to be enslaved. There is a difference. “
Becky then looks back to Misty.
“ You do understand though. That the three strikes law is in place? “
“ Ummmm….What’s that mean? “
“ Well you had your first arrest tonight. As an adult. So that’s one strike. You get two more strikes, no matter how insignificant they are. You’ll face an automatic 5 year enslavement in court after the third strike. It will start immediately as the gavel hits the bench. You will be stripped, whipped collared, cuffed, gagged and into the poodle cage you go.
So you can go that way. Or you can self indenture. The choice of course is yours.”
“ Is it okay if I think about it? “
“ Absolutely it’s a big decision. And it shouldn’t be taken lightly. And if you got any questions? Don’t hesitate at all to come talk to me. “
“ Thank you so much for being so helpful and understanding. “
“ Your very welcome. Now you see the shower over there? “
Becky points to it.
“ Yeah “
“ Go take you a hot shower. You stink like a whore! “
Becky turns her attention to Virgil and Bubba.
“ Now what’s really brought the two of you down here? I know it wasn’t her? “
Becky asks.
Virgil smiles at mom. And hands Becky a piece of paper. She reads over it then looks straight at mom.
“ Mrs. Jones this is a warrant for your arrest. “
“ What?…For what? “
“ It says failure to appear in traffic court. It says you ran a red light? “
“ Oh my God! The tickets on my desk at my office. I kept forgetting to mail it in. Would it be alright if I go get it? And pay you? “
“ I’m sorry you’ll have to see the judge Monday morning. “
“ So I to have to stay here? All weekend? “
“ I’m afraid so. “
Becky said slipping moms purse from her shoulder. She placed it into the second box that sat next to Misty’s stuff.
“ Display! “
She yells out to mom.
Mom snapped into position.
Hands behind head. Tits pushed out. Legs slightly wider than shoulder width apart.
“ Very good Mrs. Jones. “
Becky says as she circles mom.
“ Your a free woman? But you move quick like a slave? I find that interesting.”
“ Shit! I just fucked up? “
Mom says to herself. As Becky looks her over.
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She takes in moms scent.
Moms got a scent that Becky knows well. It’s a scent that no amount of perfume, makeup or even the strong scent of cigarette mixed with it can hide.
The smell of her nervous sweat is stronger of the average woman. Who’s facing jail and the humiliation of disrobing in front of a complete stranger.
No mom has that authentic slave smell.
Becky takes another whiff.
“ That’s slave pussy?…Mmmmm! “
Even though mom never made it to the pleasure slut status of slave. She still had the traits. And the main one that stood out from her attractively dressed body was her slave hot dripping pussy.
Becky looks down at that tight black leather skirt. Her eyes continued down her hosed legs. And at her black high heeled pumps.
“ This slave cleans up good. But the real truth will come out, when the clothes come off. “
Mom feels Becky’s hands start at her shoulders. Then down her back.
Moms thin silk blouse sticks to her sweaty skin. The straps of her bra, are easily seen through it.
From behind her hands comes up to moms breasts.
Mom immediately looks down. Watching as her dressed breasts are lifted and squeezed repeatedly.
“ Don’t stop! “
Mom says softly with a moan.
“ Shit! Did I just say that out loud? “
She says to herself.
Becky moved around to moms front side. And knelt down.
“ Take my shoes. You know you want my feet bare! “
Mom says to herself.
Watching the woman take a firm hold on to the leather pump.
Without being told mom didn’t hesitate to pull her foot from her shoe. She wiggled her toes a little and held her foot there for Becky to inspect.
Her touch soft but firm. Sent a sense of arousal all throughout her body.
She then took moms left shoe. And handed the pumps to Virgil to put away inside the plastic box.
With mom holding the display position. Becky runs her hands up moms hosed legs. Under the skirt she goes. Her fingers linger at moms sensitive inner thigh.
Moms heart pounds. As her arousal continues to build.
Becky’s hand then cupped moms crotch. She feels the wetness of her pantyhose.
“ She’s sopping wet?…That’s slave pussy for sure! “
Becky says to herself and smiles up at mom. As she moved down her other leg. Feeling every inch of her nylon incased leg and foot.
Becky then stood facing mom.
“ Take off all your clothes! “
She then backed away to see moms entire body as she undressed herself.
By this point Misty had finished her shower. She was kind of surprised as she turned for the towel that was hanging on a towel rack. To see her mom out of her shoes and unbuttoning her blouse.
She missed the part about mom having a warrant out on her.
She drys off and stepped from the shower. Wrapping the towel around her naked body. And just stands quiet to observe.
Mom takes off and hands her blouse over.
Virgil reached behind mom and unhooked her bra.
She turns towards him and gives him an angry look.
“ I’m just helping you out Deb. “
“ It’s one thing for you to unhook my bra. In a motel room. But in the women's processing room at the jail is inappropriate. “
Mom explained.
“ Sorry Deb I mean Mrs. Jones. “
Virgil says watching as mom hands her bra over.
“ Display! “
Becky barks again.
Mom immediately snapped again into position.
Becky smiles as she inspected moms bra.
“ Yeah she’s a slave! “
Misty was surprised. Watching her mother move like that.
“ WTF? Does that shit mean? “
She wondered.
Mom never explained her young slave life to her daughters. She just told them that they were dirt poor. And life was hard. And she suffered a lot of abuse. The brand on her naked ass. She’d explain away by saying it was just something stupid she’d done as a teenager. The girls had no reason to not believe her. After all she was there mother. Why would she lie?
But as moms clothes would come off that night in the county jail processing room. Misty would learn the truth. And she’d understand why mom is dead set against her volunteering to become an indentured servant.
Moms arms are up. Her big tits pushed out.
Becky nods with approval. Seeing that no hair was visible under moms arms.
Ain’t nothing a bigger turn off than to see an attractive woman with unsightly arm pit hair. That’s right up there with pubic hair. That’s a good thing about slave girls. They keep themselves up. All women should have to do that.
They should pass laws that free women must keep themselves slave slickly waxed or shaved. With the threat of enslavement hanging over them if they don’t.
Ain’t nothing nastier than a fucking bush. And some bitch expecting a man to go down on her. To pleasure her in all that sweaty musky mess. “ Ewwww!…Yuck! “
Becky nods. Signaling for mom to continue to strip.
She takes off the tight sexy leather skirt. Hands it over. Then wiggles out of those sweaty stinking pantyhose.
They immediately were dropped into the trash on top of her and Misty’s bras.
Becky slowly looks mom over. Paying close attention to her smoothly shaved pussy.
“ Impressive! She keeps herself up pretty good! “
She slowly walks around mom and looks down and sees it.
Yep she spots that brand and the truth is out.
Becky drops down on her knees. For a close look at it.
“ She’s a Parker Farms girl? “
Becky yells out with excitement.
Virgil nods. He was old enough to remember the Parker Farm.
Bubba didn’t know shit about it. But after all he was from Alabama.
Becky was fascinated with moms brand. It was crude and primitive. Not well defined. And definitely not desired. Like a Southwest, SlaveCo. And the Big D that’s the most prestigious brand a woman could ever have.
“ You ever seen that brand before? “
Virgil asks Becky.
“ Only in text books. She’s a rare breed!”
She looks up at mom.
“ What’s your slave ID number? “
From across the room. Misty couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“ I’m number one. “
“ Out of how many? “
“ Eleven “
“ A mini farm! Oh my goodness! “
Becky said with a gasp.
She was just as excited as a child that just got a pony for Christmas.
Becky gets to her feet. Smiling at mom facing her.
“ Open your mouth. I got to see! “
Becky pulls up moms upper lip, looking for her number.
Then her lower lip is pulled down.
“ Your not marked? “
Becky says in a disappointed voice.
Mom shakes her head no.
Collar and brand was all mom ever had. Boss Cole was to cheap to hire a tattoo guy to come out and number the girls properly.
Just like he was to cheap to hire a black smith. And chose to brand the girls himself. Every brand he did looked like pure shit. And the infections that followed caused more suffering than the burn from the branding iron process itself.
If it hadn’t been for the vet. Bringing out the leaches and maggots mom would have lost her entire ass to gangrene.
Moms got a scent that Becky knows well. It’s a scent that no amount of perfume, makeup or even the strong scent of cigarette mixed with it can hide.
The smell of her nervous sweat is stronger of the average woman. Who’s facing jail and the humiliation of disrobing in front of a complete stranger.
No mom has that authentic slave smell.
Becky takes another whiff.
“ That’s slave pussy?…Mmmmm! “
Even though mom never made it to the pleasure slut status of slave. She still had the traits. And the main one that stood out from her attractively dressed body was her slave hot dripping pussy.
Becky looks down at that tight black leather skirt. Her eyes continued down her hosed legs. And at her black high heeled pumps.
“ This slave cleans up good. But the real truth will come out, when the clothes come off. “
Mom feels Becky’s hands start at her shoulders. Then down her back.
Moms thin silk blouse sticks to her sweaty skin. The straps of her bra, are easily seen through it.
From behind her hands comes up to moms breasts.
Mom immediately looks down. Watching as her dressed breasts are lifted and squeezed repeatedly.
“ Don’t stop! “
Mom says softly with a moan.
“ Shit! Did I just say that out loud? “
She says to herself.
Becky moved around to moms front side. And knelt down.
“ Take my shoes. You know you want my feet bare! “
Mom says to herself.
Watching the woman take a firm hold on to the leather pump.
Without being told mom didn’t hesitate to pull her foot from her shoe. She wiggled her toes a little and held her foot there for Becky to inspect.
Her touch soft but firm. Sent a sense of arousal all throughout her body.
She then took moms left shoe. And handed the pumps to Virgil to put away inside the plastic box.
With mom holding the display position. Becky runs her hands up moms hosed legs. Under the skirt she goes. Her fingers linger at moms sensitive inner thigh.
Moms heart pounds. As her arousal continues to build.
Becky’s hand then cupped moms crotch. She feels the wetness of her pantyhose.
“ She’s sopping wet?…That’s slave pussy for sure! “
Becky says to herself and smiles up at mom. As she moved down her other leg. Feeling every inch of her nylon incased leg and foot.
Becky then stood facing mom.
“ Take off all your clothes! “
She then backed away to see moms entire body as she undressed herself.
By this point Misty had finished her shower. She was kind of surprised as she turned for the towel that was hanging on a towel rack. To see her mom out of her shoes and unbuttoning her blouse.
She missed the part about mom having a warrant out on her.
She drys off and stepped from the shower. Wrapping the towel around her naked body. And just stands quiet to observe.
Mom takes off and hands her blouse over.
Virgil reached behind mom and unhooked her bra.
She turns towards him and gives him an angry look.
“ I’m just helping you out Deb. “
“ It’s one thing for you to unhook my bra. In a motel room. But in the women's processing room at the jail is inappropriate. “
Mom explained.
“ Sorry Deb I mean Mrs. Jones. “
Virgil says watching as mom hands her bra over.
“ Display! “
Becky barks again.
Mom immediately snapped again into position.
Becky smiles as she inspected moms bra.
“ Yeah she’s a slave! “
Misty was surprised. Watching her mother move like that.
“ WTF? Does that shit mean? “
She wondered.
Mom never explained her young slave life to her daughters. She just told them that they were dirt poor. And life was hard. And she suffered a lot of abuse. The brand on her naked ass. She’d explain away by saying it was just something stupid she’d done as a teenager. The girls had no reason to not believe her. After all she was there mother. Why would she lie?
But as moms clothes would come off that night in the county jail processing room. Misty would learn the truth. And she’d understand why mom is dead set against her volunteering to become an indentured servant.
Moms arms are up. Her big tits pushed out.
Becky nods with approval. Seeing that no hair was visible under moms arms.
Ain’t nothing a bigger turn off than to see an attractive woman with unsightly arm pit hair. That’s right up there with pubic hair. That’s a good thing about slave girls. They keep themselves up. All women should have to do that.
They should pass laws that free women must keep themselves slave slickly waxed or shaved. With the threat of enslavement hanging over them if they don’t.
Ain’t nothing nastier than a fucking bush. And some bitch expecting a man to go down on her. To pleasure her in all that sweaty musky mess. “ Ewwww!…Yuck! “
Becky nods. Signaling for mom to continue to strip.
She takes off the tight sexy leather skirt. Hands it over. Then wiggles out of those sweaty stinking pantyhose.
They immediately were dropped into the trash on top of her and Misty’s bras.
Becky slowly looks mom over. Paying close attention to her smoothly shaved pussy.
“ Impressive! She keeps herself up pretty good! “
She slowly walks around mom and looks down and sees it.
Yep she spots that brand and the truth is out.
Becky drops down on her knees. For a close look at it.
“ She’s a Parker Farms girl? “
Becky yells out with excitement.
Virgil nods. He was old enough to remember the Parker Farm.
Bubba didn’t know shit about it. But after all he was from Alabama.
Becky was fascinated with moms brand. It was crude and primitive. Not well defined. And definitely not desired. Like a Southwest, SlaveCo. And the Big D that’s the most prestigious brand a woman could ever have.
“ You ever seen that brand before? “
Virgil asks Becky.
“ Only in text books. She’s a rare breed!”
She looks up at mom.
“ What’s your slave ID number? “
From across the room. Misty couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“ I’m number one. “
“ Out of how many? “
“ Eleven “
“ A mini farm! Oh my goodness! “
Becky said with a gasp.
She was just as excited as a child that just got a pony for Christmas.
Becky gets to her feet. Smiling at mom facing her.
“ Open your mouth. I got to see! “
Becky pulls up moms upper lip, looking for her number.
Then her lower lip is pulled down.
“ Your not marked? “
Becky says in a disappointed voice.
Mom shakes her head no.
Collar and brand was all mom ever had. Boss Cole was to cheap to hire a tattoo guy to come out and number the girls properly.
Just like he was to cheap to hire a black smith. And chose to brand the girls himself. Every brand he did looked like pure shit. And the infections that followed caused more suffering than the burn from the branding iron process itself.
If it hadn’t been for the vet. Bringing out the leaches and maggots mom would have lost her entire ass to gangrene.
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Mom except for her makeup and jewelry was basically slave naked at this point. And Becky just wanted to talk. She was all into this slavery stuff.
“ Did you know? “
Becky says pointing and gesturing with her hands towards mom.
“ That in less than a decade. We’re gonna have a computer system. That we can put a slaves identification number in. And check there status in a matter of seconds? “
Mom and Vergil just look at one another. And they just bust out laughing.
There’s nothing high tech about mom. The closest thing to a computer that she owned was an Atari 2600. That was still hooked up to her 500 pound cabinet style TV set. That sat in her living room on the floor.
Her Misty and Crystal would play Frogger, PAC Man. Donkey Kong, Space invaders. And all them low budget games that was the rage in the early 1980’s Besides that she owned a microwave oven that probably half of what that fucking TV set weighed. You just about break your back moving that heavy shit around.
Mom pushed back hard on purchasing her first computer. It took her daughter Crystal. Way after she finished college. It was probably the mid 90’s. Before she pretty much forced mom to buy a desk top computer so she could do her job. In a productive way.
Mom pretty much knew she was in the National slave registry. But she figured if there was any records of her enslavement. They would be berried deep with in the bowls of the state agriculture office. And it would take some low end state employee weeks and possibly months to find anything on mom.
So she wasn’t concerned to much with being a runaway slave, from over two decades ago. Even though being confronted by law enforcement. By a so called educated slave expert. Mom figured she could probably be bribed like all the rest were.
You all know how them small towns are. Everybody’s always on the take.
“ Kneel! “
Becky yells with a bark.
She points to the floor.
And Misty watched for the first time. Her mom drop to the submissive position. Knees apart. Back straight. Head bowed with eyes looking at the floor.
Her hands resting on her thighs.
“ Palms up!…Dumb ass! You know better than that! “
Mom flips her hands over.
Misty’s jaw dropped. Never in her life had she seen her mom bow to anyone. Unless she had a man’s cock in her mouth.
Which by walking in on mom unexpectedly. Would be how Misty herself would learn to suck cock. And she like mom. Is pretty damn good at it.
Becky walks circles around mom. Inspecting her submissive position.
She then starts to educate Bubba and Virgil. Pointing out moms flaws.
“ Gentlemen this slave hiding under her Farrah Fawcett wings and that sexy outfit she was just wearing is something vastly different from today’s pleasure slut.
This is the real deal right here! This is a working slave.
Look at those fingers! Can either of you imagine the thousands of pounds of cotton those fingers have picked? “
Becky was simply amazed at the slave specimen that bowed before her.
In her mind she thought of enslaving mom. Just to parade her around the countries prestigious universities. To show off what an authentic living and breathing working slave looks like.
“ Look at her hideous scarred back! Can you imagine the whippings this slave had endured? “
Mom knew that subject well.
Out of pure love for her younger slave sisters. She’d stand alone bound to the whipping post. Just like Jesus himself. And take the pain as the Cat o nine tails. As it ripped and tore the flesh from her back. Just because the impossible quota of picked cotton was not met.
“ And look at those feet! “
She looks at Virgil.
“ You really want to cuddle up with this? In a motel on a cold night? “
“ I wish people would leave me alone about my feet! I got cute little feet! They just tough! “
Moms saying to herself. Trying to stay as quiet and still as possible.
“ Me and Deb done that a lot of times. “
“ My God Virgil! Where are your standards? “
Virgil just shrugged his shoulders.
“ Let’s talk about grades. That wouldn’t even grade select-! “
“ Bitch! I’m a middle aged woman! WTF? Do you expect? “
Mom continues to converse with herself.
Yep mom was way passed her prime as far as positive good grades are concerned.
“ Did you know? “
Becky says pointing and gesturing with her hands towards mom.
“ That in less than a decade. We’re gonna have a computer system. That we can put a slaves identification number in. And check there status in a matter of seconds? “
Mom and Vergil just look at one another. And they just bust out laughing.
There’s nothing high tech about mom. The closest thing to a computer that she owned was an Atari 2600. That was still hooked up to her 500 pound cabinet style TV set. That sat in her living room on the floor.
Her Misty and Crystal would play Frogger, PAC Man. Donkey Kong, Space invaders. And all them low budget games that was the rage in the early 1980’s Besides that she owned a microwave oven that probably half of what that fucking TV set weighed. You just about break your back moving that heavy shit around.
Mom pushed back hard on purchasing her first computer. It took her daughter Crystal. Way after she finished college. It was probably the mid 90’s. Before she pretty much forced mom to buy a desk top computer so she could do her job. In a productive way.
Mom pretty much knew she was in the National slave registry. But she figured if there was any records of her enslavement. They would be berried deep with in the bowls of the state agriculture office. And it would take some low end state employee weeks and possibly months to find anything on mom.
So she wasn’t concerned to much with being a runaway slave, from over two decades ago. Even though being confronted by law enforcement. By a so called educated slave expert. Mom figured she could probably be bribed like all the rest were.
You all know how them small towns are. Everybody’s always on the take.
“ Kneel! “
Becky yells with a bark.
She points to the floor.
And Misty watched for the first time. Her mom drop to the submissive position. Knees apart. Back straight. Head bowed with eyes looking at the floor.
Her hands resting on her thighs.
“ Palms up!…Dumb ass! You know better than that! “
Mom flips her hands over.
Misty’s jaw dropped. Never in her life had she seen her mom bow to anyone. Unless she had a man’s cock in her mouth.
Which by walking in on mom unexpectedly. Would be how Misty herself would learn to suck cock. And she like mom. Is pretty damn good at it.
Becky walks circles around mom. Inspecting her submissive position.
She then starts to educate Bubba and Virgil. Pointing out moms flaws.
“ Gentlemen this slave hiding under her Farrah Fawcett wings and that sexy outfit she was just wearing is something vastly different from today’s pleasure slut.
This is the real deal right here! This is a working slave.
Look at those fingers! Can either of you imagine the thousands of pounds of cotton those fingers have picked? “
Becky was simply amazed at the slave specimen that bowed before her.
In her mind she thought of enslaving mom. Just to parade her around the countries prestigious universities. To show off what an authentic living and breathing working slave looks like.
“ Look at her hideous scarred back! Can you imagine the whippings this slave had endured? “
Mom knew that subject well.
Out of pure love for her younger slave sisters. She’d stand alone bound to the whipping post. Just like Jesus himself. And take the pain as the Cat o nine tails. As it ripped and tore the flesh from her back. Just because the impossible quota of picked cotton was not met.
“ And look at those feet! “
She looks at Virgil.
“ You really want to cuddle up with this? In a motel on a cold night? “
“ I wish people would leave me alone about my feet! I got cute little feet! They just tough! “
Moms saying to herself. Trying to stay as quiet and still as possible.
“ Me and Deb done that a lot of times. “
“ My God Virgil! Where are your standards? “
Virgil just shrugged his shoulders.
“ Let’s talk about grades. That wouldn’t even grade select-! “
“ Bitch! I’m a middle aged woman! WTF? Do you expect? “
Mom continues to converse with herself.
Yep mom was way passed her prime as far as positive good grades are concerned.
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Becky moves over to the desk. Where moms purse was sitting.
And of course she’s gonna go through her personal things.
Most of it the usual bunch of crap that a woman carries around to make herself look good. Makeup and hair stuff usually. After a quick look over of that stuff. Becky takes out moms billfold.
Now mom didn’t like that one bit. Just with her eyes she watched Becky closely. As she took out business cards, credit cards, and about 3 money clips packed full of $100.00 bills.
“ Damn! This slave is loaded! “
She comments as she counts out some of the cash.
“ Mrs. Jones is quite well off. “
Virgil said.
“ Yeah I see that. I’ve also seen a lot of her signs around town. And I think I’ve seen her on commercials. And somewhere else? “
She stands back looking at mom.
“ You used to be on wrestling? “
Mom cracks a smile and nods.
“ Do y’all know who this is? “
“ Yeah we’ve known Mrs. Jones for years! “
Virgil informed her.
“ She was Jerry the king Lawlers valet? “
Mom smiles proudly. Remembering Jerry asking her to join him for some wrestling venues.
Mom and Misty especially loved watching wrestling.
And when she hooked Jerry The King up with a nice spacious home. In the Memphis area. He couldn’t resist her. They had many affairs. And she convinced him to star in some of her commercials. And he got her to play small parts around his wrestling act.
“ Mid south coliseum in Memphis? I was in the audience! I won’t never forget that shit! “
“ I was in the front row right behind mom!”
Misty boasted proudly from across the room.
It was Jerry the king Lawler vs. Hollywood John Tatum.
John Tatum had Missy Hyatt in his corner.
As the match escalated Mom and Missy were yelling smack back and forth from ringside.
Missy brings out a steel chair from under the ring.
Mom comes out of them high heels and comes across the middle of that ring, grabbing that chair. Sliding right out from under the bottom rope on the other side.
Pandemonium breaks out in the colosseum. As the two women fight over that damn chair. Then there on the floor at ringside rolling around. Slapping and hair pulling. Moms on top of Missy. That short dress of hers comes up. Tv camera man gets a perfect shot of mom in a sexy thong. She even shakes her ass a little right there on Tv.
The fight continues as the two women throw one another in to the corner post. Then across the announcers table. And over the security railing they go. Brawling through the crowd. Ripping each other’s clothes off the entire way.
Hell yeah! That’s mom in action right there! It don’t get no better than that.
“ I have got to get your autograph! When we’re done here! “
Becky says with excitement.
Mom just nods, smiles and keeps her head bowed. Though she would have loved to talk about her wrestling escapades. She figured it would be best to stay in slave mode. And say as little as possible.
By then Becky had moms billfold empty. She goes through her purse again, as if she’s looking for something specific.
“ Slave #1? Where is your slave identification card? “
“ Uhhhh….Mmmm….Ugh! “
“ You know by law! Your required to cary that card with you at all times? “
The slave identification card is very important. It shows the authorities that your a freed slave.
And mom doesn’t have one.
And of course she’s gonna go through her personal things.
Most of it the usual bunch of crap that a woman carries around to make herself look good. Makeup and hair stuff usually. After a quick look over of that stuff. Becky takes out moms billfold.
Now mom didn’t like that one bit. Just with her eyes she watched Becky closely. As she took out business cards, credit cards, and about 3 money clips packed full of $100.00 bills.
“ Damn! This slave is loaded! “
She comments as she counts out some of the cash.
“ Mrs. Jones is quite well off. “
Virgil said.
“ Yeah I see that. I’ve also seen a lot of her signs around town. And I think I’ve seen her on commercials. And somewhere else? “
She stands back looking at mom.
“ You used to be on wrestling? “
Mom cracks a smile and nods.
“ Do y’all know who this is? “
“ Yeah we’ve known Mrs. Jones for years! “
Virgil informed her.
“ She was Jerry the king Lawlers valet? “
Mom smiles proudly. Remembering Jerry asking her to join him for some wrestling venues.
Mom and Misty especially loved watching wrestling.
And when she hooked Jerry The King up with a nice spacious home. In the Memphis area. He couldn’t resist her. They had many affairs. And she convinced him to star in some of her commercials. And he got her to play small parts around his wrestling act.
“ Mid south coliseum in Memphis? I was in the audience! I won’t never forget that shit! “
“ I was in the front row right behind mom!”
Misty boasted proudly from across the room.
It was Jerry the king Lawler vs. Hollywood John Tatum.
John Tatum had Missy Hyatt in his corner.
As the match escalated Mom and Missy were yelling smack back and forth from ringside.
Missy brings out a steel chair from under the ring.
Mom comes out of them high heels and comes across the middle of that ring, grabbing that chair. Sliding right out from under the bottom rope on the other side.
Pandemonium breaks out in the colosseum. As the two women fight over that damn chair. Then there on the floor at ringside rolling around. Slapping and hair pulling. Moms on top of Missy. That short dress of hers comes up. Tv camera man gets a perfect shot of mom in a sexy thong. She even shakes her ass a little right there on Tv.
The fight continues as the two women throw one another in to the corner post. Then across the announcers table. And over the security railing they go. Brawling through the crowd. Ripping each other’s clothes off the entire way.
Hell yeah! That’s mom in action right there! It don’t get no better than that.
“ I have got to get your autograph! When we’re done here! “
Becky says with excitement.
Mom just nods, smiles and keeps her head bowed. Though she would have loved to talk about her wrestling escapades. She figured it would be best to stay in slave mode. And say as little as possible.
By then Becky had moms billfold empty. She goes through her purse again, as if she’s looking for something specific.
“ Slave #1? Where is your slave identification card? “
“ Uhhhh….Mmmm….Ugh! “
“ You know by law! Your required to cary that card with you at all times? “
The slave identification card is very important. It shows the authorities that your a freed slave.
And mom doesn’t have one.
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Mom was getting scared then.,
“ You know I could have you jailed? Until the Agriculture department does a though investigation on you? “
Mom really didn’t like hearing that.
“ It doesn’t matter that Parker Farms is not in existence anymore? If you ran away? Your still classified as a slave. And you will suffer the consequences if your caught!
How’d you like to be busting boulders? For the highway department for the next 20 years?…And of course you’ll be slave naked while your doing it!…Now tell me. Where is your slave ID at? “
She obviously wasn’t going to let this go.
“ Remember the house fire mom? “
Misty said from across the room. Thinking faster than mom.
“ Yeah we had a house fire. It’s been gone ever since then. “
“ Id suggest when you finish in court Monday. Going to the Agriculture office and fill out the paperwork to have another card issued to you. “
“ I’ll get it done. “
Mom would say.
Though she won’t go near that agriculture office. She’ll just pay out the ass. To get a fake one that should pass.
“ You know? I like you. “
As Becky said that she pulled the ponytail holder from her hair. She shakes her long beautiful blonde hair free.
“ You do?…Why? “
“ Oh I don’t know. Maybe cause we got something in common. “
Becky starts stripping down. And her body was flawless. At six foot tall. With long sexy legs. And big round tits. And a slim waist. And when she got down to her panties. She turned towards Mom, Virgil and Bubba. And eased them down slowly. Showing them the big D that was branded into her ass.
“ Your a sandy foot girl? “
“ Yeah “
“ She then pulled her lip up so mom could see her number. “
“ Hey you know your only one number off from that famous PHD Dr. lady that used to come on Tv. Pushing her book?”
“ That’s Dr. Sarah Hollister. Me and her got run through the mill at the same time. I was right behind her in the Shute.”
“ I bought her book. Found it in a used bookstore for almost nothing. Ain’t seen that woman on Tv in a long time. “
“ We probably won’t. They shipped her off to Mexico. “
“ Oh shit! I didn’t know that. “
“ Yeah you don’t never know where you’ll end up. When you go out on that block. “
“ You know I could have you jailed? Until the Agriculture department does a though investigation on you? “
Mom really didn’t like hearing that.
“ It doesn’t matter that Parker Farms is not in existence anymore? If you ran away? Your still classified as a slave. And you will suffer the consequences if your caught!
How’d you like to be busting boulders? For the highway department for the next 20 years?…And of course you’ll be slave naked while your doing it!…Now tell me. Where is your slave ID at? “
She obviously wasn’t going to let this go.
“ Remember the house fire mom? “
Misty said from across the room. Thinking faster than mom.
“ Yeah we had a house fire. It’s been gone ever since then. “
“ Id suggest when you finish in court Monday. Going to the Agriculture office and fill out the paperwork to have another card issued to you. “
“ I’ll get it done. “
Mom would say.
Though she won’t go near that agriculture office. She’ll just pay out the ass. To get a fake one that should pass.
“ You know? I like you. “
As Becky said that she pulled the ponytail holder from her hair. She shakes her long beautiful blonde hair free.
“ You do?…Why? “
“ Oh I don’t know. Maybe cause we got something in common. “
Becky starts stripping down. And her body was flawless. At six foot tall. With long sexy legs. And big round tits. And a slim waist. And when she got down to her panties. She turned towards Mom, Virgil and Bubba. And eased them down slowly. Showing them the big D that was branded into her ass.
“ Your a sandy foot girl? “
“ Yeah “
“ She then pulled her lip up so mom could see her number. “
“ Hey you know your only one number off from that famous PHD Dr. lady that used to come on Tv. Pushing her book?”
“ That’s Dr. Sarah Hollister. Me and her got run through the mill at the same time. I was right behind her in the Shute.”
“ I bought her book. Found it in a used bookstore for almost nothing. Ain’t seen that woman on Tv in a long time. “
“ We probably won’t. They shipped her off to Mexico. “
“ Oh shit! I didn’t know that. “
“ Yeah you don’t never know where you’ll end up. When you go out on that block. “
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Misty looks over Becky’s naked body. And mostly at her branded ass.
“ That’s what I want! “
She’d say to herself. Imagining herself as a sandy foot girl.
Though at the time. Misty’s body would not be worthy of the big D brand. Or not without months or possibly years of hard work, working out to slim up and muscle up.
Now if twin sister Crystal was there. There would be no way Becky would let her out the door, without a contract signed. Crystal could go prime - easily. Prime to prime plus, with just a matter of slave yoga classes under her belt. Of slave naked waist as it goes in slave world.
Mom sees the gears turning in Misty’s head. She can tell by her facial expressions on what she was thinking.
Mom with bowed head, just rolls her eyes.
Becky was looking down at moms shaved cunt.
“ She keeps herself up good for an older woman? “
Yeah mom does good. At keeping her twat clean. She’s discovered that especially younger men like to go down on a shaved cunt. More so than a wild unruly bush.
I myself have gone down on mom quite often. She tastes delicious. So delicious I’ve even parted the cheeks of her branded ass. And cleaned her tank. Before inserting a few fingers up her tight ass. Four fingers up her sloppy wet and gapped out cunt. While sucking her swollen hard love button until she squirts in my face. And those thick thighs clamp around my head like a wrestling move.
I love the feeling I get from a woman I’ve orally serviced. I always try to leave her pleased.
And not being blessed with a monster sized cock like Bubba. I always feel the need to compensate for just being barely average in size.
Besides Misty and mom. I’ve never had no luck with any other girls. But what I was doing seemed to be working for the two of them.
Mom especially I’m kind of surprised she hadn’t already enslaved Misty. So she’d have me all to herself. Being that whenever we’re alone. She can’t seem to keep her hands off of me. Lol.
On the cold tiled floor beneath moms pussy. There were 3 or 4 little drops of wetness. That Becky noticed.
“ That pussy is slave hot? Mmmmmm! “
“ Get up! Slave #1!…Come this way! “
Becky leads mom to an empty table.
“ Lay down. “
Mom hopped up onto the table and lays back. Spreading her legs extra wide. Knowing she was fixing to be inspected.
Becky’s hand slides easily into moms wet box.
Mom lets out a pleasurable moan. Then looks up at Becky.
“ Believe it or not. When I was a slave. I was only about 115 pounds. If it wasn’t for this shitty brand and my scarred up backside. I could have at least graded prime-. “
Becky looks down on mom.
“ I believe you…Without a doubt! “
Becky would say examining moms cunt.
Though at the time that mom ran away. She knew nothing of grading, auctions or even what a cunt was.
She was just a dumb ass farm slave. That knew nothing of the world off that farm.
She’d learn all about the sex slave business. Just by being an observing adult. Then when Sara Hollister came on the scene. Making $5,000 a day plus expenses. Flying first class. Probably be driven around in Limousines and being wined and dined. As she held seminars telling how much slavery benefits the thriving economy. And how truly profitable that pussy is.
As she thumps her book. Pussy per profit.
Yeah that book was going for $75.00 a copy. Over $100.00 for a hard backed autographed edition.
“ That Damn carpet bagging yankee. Actually thinks I’m gonna pay that for her book? “
Mom would say looking at the display table of books at the Barnes and Nobles book store.
Yeah moms a real tight wad. She might be a billionaire. But she’s not a stupid billionaire. She believes in following the rule that says.
If you watch your pennies. Your dollars will take care of themselves.
Mom follows that rule to a T. And it’s not done her wrong yet.
When Dr. Hollister mysteriously disappeared off the scene into the dark world of the sex slave trade that she helped to create. And the bottom fell out of her book price.
Mom picked up that $100.00 autographed hard back version for $3.99 at that used bookstore.
She took it home and red it from cover to cover. Realizing all that she missed out on by running away from slave world.
“ Damn! I could have been a pleasure slut! “
“ That’s what I want! “
She’d say to herself. Imagining herself as a sandy foot girl.
Though at the time. Misty’s body would not be worthy of the big D brand. Or not without months or possibly years of hard work, working out to slim up and muscle up.
Now if twin sister Crystal was there. There would be no way Becky would let her out the door, without a contract signed. Crystal could go prime - easily. Prime to prime plus, with just a matter of slave yoga classes under her belt. Of slave naked waist as it goes in slave world.
Mom sees the gears turning in Misty’s head. She can tell by her facial expressions on what she was thinking.
Mom with bowed head, just rolls her eyes.
Becky was looking down at moms shaved cunt.
“ She keeps herself up good for an older woman? “
Yeah mom does good. At keeping her twat clean. She’s discovered that especially younger men like to go down on a shaved cunt. More so than a wild unruly bush.
I myself have gone down on mom quite often. She tastes delicious. So delicious I’ve even parted the cheeks of her branded ass. And cleaned her tank. Before inserting a few fingers up her tight ass. Four fingers up her sloppy wet and gapped out cunt. While sucking her swollen hard love button until she squirts in my face. And those thick thighs clamp around my head like a wrestling move.
I love the feeling I get from a woman I’ve orally serviced. I always try to leave her pleased.
And not being blessed with a monster sized cock like Bubba. I always feel the need to compensate for just being barely average in size.
Besides Misty and mom. I’ve never had no luck with any other girls. But what I was doing seemed to be working for the two of them.
Mom especially I’m kind of surprised she hadn’t already enslaved Misty. So she’d have me all to herself. Being that whenever we’re alone. She can’t seem to keep her hands off of me. Lol.
On the cold tiled floor beneath moms pussy. There were 3 or 4 little drops of wetness. That Becky noticed.
“ That pussy is slave hot? Mmmmmm! “
“ Get up! Slave #1!…Come this way! “
Becky leads mom to an empty table.
“ Lay down. “
Mom hopped up onto the table and lays back. Spreading her legs extra wide. Knowing she was fixing to be inspected.
Becky’s hand slides easily into moms wet box.
Mom lets out a pleasurable moan. Then looks up at Becky.
“ Believe it or not. When I was a slave. I was only about 115 pounds. If it wasn’t for this shitty brand and my scarred up backside. I could have at least graded prime-. “
Becky looks down on mom.
“ I believe you…Without a doubt! “
Becky would say examining moms cunt.
Though at the time that mom ran away. She knew nothing of grading, auctions or even what a cunt was.
She was just a dumb ass farm slave. That knew nothing of the world off that farm.
She’d learn all about the sex slave business. Just by being an observing adult. Then when Sara Hollister came on the scene. Making $5,000 a day plus expenses. Flying first class. Probably be driven around in Limousines and being wined and dined. As she held seminars telling how much slavery benefits the thriving economy. And how truly profitable that pussy is.
As she thumps her book. Pussy per profit.
Yeah that book was going for $75.00 a copy. Over $100.00 for a hard backed autographed edition.
“ That Damn carpet bagging yankee. Actually thinks I’m gonna pay that for her book? “
Mom would say looking at the display table of books at the Barnes and Nobles book store.
Yeah moms a real tight wad. She might be a billionaire. But she’s not a stupid billionaire. She believes in following the rule that says.
If you watch your pennies. Your dollars will take care of themselves.
Mom follows that rule to a T. And it’s not done her wrong yet.
When Dr. Hollister mysteriously disappeared off the scene into the dark world of the sex slave trade that she helped to create. And the bottom fell out of her book price.
Mom picked up that $100.00 autographed hard back version for $3.99 at that used bookstore.
She took it home and red it from cover to cover. Realizing all that she missed out on by running away from slave world.
“ Damn! I could have been a pleasure slut! “
Re: E-mail video
“ I can tell you like a big cock? “
Becky says slipping four fingers deep into moms pussy. Her thumb gently teases her clit.
“ Oh yeah! “
Mom says with a moan.
Moms eyes gets big. When she raises her head to look down. Seeing What Becky does next.
Becky goes down on her. She feels her soft cheeks against her thick inner thighs.
Misty looks on with a dropped jaw.
Moms heart is pounding.
“ Shit! I know I’m gonna owe her for this? But it feels to good to stop! “
Moms not much of a pussy eater. She loves sucking cock. But eating pussy ain’t really her thing.
Maybe she’s looking to deeply into it. From her observation by watching lesbian and gay couples. They get to emotional. And act like complete nut cases. When there relationships fall apart.
Mom doesn’t care for that kind of drama.
She reflects back on what Becky said earlier.
“ I like you. “
“ Does that mean she wants a relationship with me? “
Moms concerned. Meaningless sex she’s used to. Relationships she’s not. Even with men. Mom likes to call the shots. She wants to fuck. Get drunk. And do as she damn well pleases. With everything else she does with in her life. Having some psycho bitch lesbian. Bossing her around ain’t gonna cut it.
But she also knows Becky’s got her by the pussy. Mom can’t afford to be investigated by the agriculture office.
Her life would really be shit then.
“ Maybe I still could be a pleasure slut? “
She imagined herself on Broadway at the big D. At probably 50 years old. Doing block moves. And out maneuvering the auctioneers whip.
“ No! I just can’t see it! “
In reality it would probably be swinging that damn sledge hammer. Busting boulders for the highway department.
“ Shit! Wonder if I could get away with bombing the state agriculture office? “
She wonders.
“ Maybe I could get in there and steel my enslavement records? Before they get on some damn computer? “
Mom doubted that computer shit a while ago. But what if Becky’s telling the truth?
What if there was gonna be a computer system put in place.
Hell there might be a Tv show some day. Where they track down slaves the way they’ll one day do killers with DNA?
Or like those 80 and 90 year old Nazis on the Hitler channel? They find them and take them straight to the gallows?
Yeah mom was stressed. But this Becky slave slut. Sure knows how to eat pussy.
Mom comes hard and squirts.
Becky comes up to her for a kiss.
“ Shit! I knew it! “
Mom says giving in taking Becky into her arms.
Misty looks on in total shock.
“ Oh shit! Moms turning dyke on me! “
Becky says slipping four fingers deep into moms pussy. Her thumb gently teases her clit.
“ Oh yeah! “
Mom says with a moan.
Moms eyes gets big. When she raises her head to look down. Seeing What Becky does next.
Becky goes down on her. She feels her soft cheeks against her thick inner thighs.
Misty looks on with a dropped jaw.
Moms heart is pounding.
“ Shit! I know I’m gonna owe her for this? But it feels to good to stop! “
Moms not much of a pussy eater. She loves sucking cock. But eating pussy ain’t really her thing.
Maybe she’s looking to deeply into it. From her observation by watching lesbian and gay couples. They get to emotional. And act like complete nut cases. When there relationships fall apart.
Mom doesn’t care for that kind of drama.
She reflects back on what Becky said earlier.
“ I like you. “
“ Does that mean she wants a relationship with me? “
Moms concerned. Meaningless sex she’s used to. Relationships she’s not. Even with men. Mom likes to call the shots. She wants to fuck. Get drunk. And do as she damn well pleases. With everything else she does with in her life. Having some psycho bitch lesbian. Bossing her around ain’t gonna cut it.
But she also knows Becky’s got her by the pussy. Mom can’t afford to be investigated by the agriculture office.
Her life would really be shit then.
“ Maybe I still could be a pleasure slut? “
She imagined herself on Broadway at the big D. At probably 50 years old. Doing block moves. And out maneuvering the auctioneers whip.
“ No! I just can’t see it! “
In reality it would probably be swinging that damn sledge hammer. Busting boulders for the highway department.
“ Shit! Wonder if I could get away with bombing the state agriculture office? “
She wonders.
“ Maybe I could get in there and steel my enslavement records? Before they get on some damn computer? “
Mom doubted that computer shit a while ago. But what if Becky’s telling the truth?
What if there was gonna be a computer system put in place.
Hell there might be a Tv show some day. Where they track down slaves the way they’ll one day do killers with DNA?
Or like those 80 and 90 year old Nazis on the Hitler channel? They find them and take them straight to the gallows?
Yeah mom was stressed. But this Becky slave slut. Sure knows how to eat pussy.
Mom comes hard and squirts.
Becky comes up to her for a kiss.
“ Shit! I knew it! “
Mom says giving in taking Becky into her arms.
Misty looks on in total shock.
“ Oh shit! Moms turning dyke on me! “