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If All Else Fails

By: CreepyUnclePete
folder Original - Misc › General
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 10
Views: 1,121
Reviews: 0
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Category: Original - Misc › General
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 10
Views: 1,121
Reviews: 0
Recommended: 0
Currently Reading: 0
Disclaimer: This is a fiction story. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely accidental. Includes small samples of several works by other writers, who are credited in the text.
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ten

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When I got home from school Tuesday afternoon, Mom was on a phone call. She told me, “Mrs. Voss is in the mood again. She wants you to stay over tonight.”

The thought of sex with the old lady didn’t excite me, not at all. “Uh, I have some homework. Tell her maybe next week.”

“She says she has a special need. She’ll give you fifty bucks, instead of the usual twenty.”

“That’s a lot, but I’m really not in the mood.”

Mom handed me the heavy old-style rotary dial phone. “Then you tell her.” She lit a cigarette and walked off.

I reluctantly picked up the handset. “Uh, hello?”

There was a husky and very lusty tone in her voice when Mrs. Voss said, “It’s great to talk with you again, Wallace. I miss you. How is my special young man?” The sexy tone made me think about how fucking her felt, instead of what she looked like.

“I’m okay, I guess. I have a lot of homework tonight...”

“I really need to see you. Just for an hour or so, you don’t have to stay over. Please?”

I had thirty dollars in my wallet so I wasn’t desperate for money, and I really didn’t feel like it. “My report is due on Friday…”

“If you’re that busy I guess I could give you a hundred, for just an hour of your time and special attention.”

I usually only got twenty for a whole night! “A hundred! Uh… okay. Gimme time to shower and change.”

“Sure! See you soon, Sweetie Weenie!” I hated her pet name for me and wasn’t attracted to her elderly body. Well, maybe the nice cleavage between her large but saggy boobs, when a bra held them up. But a hundred was a LOT of money!

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At her place later, Mrs. Voss explained, “I know a young lady who has never seen a boy naked or touched one. She wants some practice before she starts dating. She’s embarrassed and doesn’t want anybody to know. Take off your clothes and I’ll blindfold you. Just sit on the couch and let her play with your body. She wants to try giving a blowjob, too.”

“Uh… I don’t know.”

She held out a thin stack of twenty-dollar bills. “A hundred cash for only an hour. And next time you can make love to my mouth and bottom, too, instead of just the usual.”

“REALLY?”

She unbuttoned my shirt and ordered, “Get those pants off.”

Moments later I sat on the plastic-covered sofa, nude and blindfolded. A door opened and somebody walked a few steps toward us. My girlfriend shouted, ”WALLY! You do sex for money! With my GRANDMA!”

There were tears and great distress on her face when I yanked off the blindfold. I offered, “You don’t have to pay! I like you a lot! We can do whatever you want, free!” I clearly didn’t understand women or girls at the time. Maybe I still don’t.

She ran out crying. “Bwahahaha!”

I rapidly dressed as Mrs. Voss awkwardly said, “So YOU are the super-hot football player she talks about all the time. I can see why she likes you. Sorry. I didn’t know.”

I left and trudged home, struggling to hold back tears. I slept in my sister’s bed that night, just holding her and crying. The girl I’d had a crush on for three years hated me! I’d even briefly thought about marrying her!

That was the last time I ever saw or talked to Mrs. Voss. A few days later I found an envelope in the mailbox addressed to me. It contained the hundred dollars cash and a note with just five words. “I’m so sorry, Sweetie Weenie.”

Mrs. Miriam Voss had a stroke and passed away the next night, at the age of sixty-seven. She was survived by a daughter, two sons, and five grandchildren.

I missed her and felt quite sad. I thought about going to the funeral, but seeing Estrella again…

Todd was my best friend at the time, and Estrella’s cousin. He broke up with my little sister and wouldn’t talk to us anymore. I don’t blame him.

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We went through a few depressing weeks, until Mom told me, “Pack some clothes. Your dad will here at five. You’re staying with him for a week. Miri, too.”

I was beyond happy! I missed my father and hadn’t seen him in half a year. There was always plenty of food at his place, he had a video tape player and a home video game system, which were expensive and rare at the time; and he often took me to restaurants, too. “YES!”

As I threw clean socks in a paper grocery bag, Mom told me, “Don’t leave Miri alone with him. Watch out for her.”

“Sure.”

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When Dad finally arrived at seven thirty, he went in Mom’s room to “have a grown-up talk” with her.

I turned on the TV to pass the time, searching for something interesting on the four channels available in our area. I settled for a college basketball game. Not one of my favorite sports, but it was something.

A few minutes later, Miri quietly dashed out of my bedroom and surprised me with, “They’re fucking! Come watch!”

“Ugh! That’s the last thing I want to see!”

“He doesn’t have any hair down there, and she’s rubbing her shoes on it! Her high heels.”

I quietly complained, “Weird! And I don’t wanna see my parents naked! Yuck!”

My stepsister reminded me, “But you fucked her a bunch of times when she took pills and passed out?”

“Well…”

“Stay here if you want. I’m gonna watch some more.” Miri left for a few minutes and returned with an update, “He wrapped her hair around his dick, and she’s jerking it. She called him ‘Daddy’!”

I quietly hurried to the hole in my bedroom wall and peeked through it. Dad briefly pulled his long fat cock out of Mom’s mouth. She begged, “Please, Daddy! Please gimme your Daddy milk! I’m so thirsty!”

“Lay on your belly like a good little girl. I’ll feed you the other way.”

“But I love to drink it, Daddy! Please not my butt?”

He rolled her over and moved his groin toward her bottom. ‘WHACK!’ He slapped her backside pretty hard, then commanded, “Be a good little girl! Ask me to fuck your ass!” ‘SMACK!’

“But I wanna taste it, Daddy!”

He violently penetrated her anus and began thrusting, none too gently. “Hold still, like a good little girl!” pant pant “You can lick me clean when I’m done!” pant pant

Tears dripped from her eyes. She was obviously in pain. “I love it in my butt, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fuck my ass!”

She was trying to make him climax quickly, and it worked. He only lasted a minute or so, grunting as he came. “URRRH! YUH! So good!” pant pant. He rolled off her and ordered, “Suck me clean, like a good little girl!”

There was feces smeared all over his long hairless rod, and she moved toward it with her mouth open wide!

Miri elbowed me in the ribs and whispered, “Move. I wanna see!”

I stepped aside and felt a pressure in my bladder, in addition to my queasy stomach trying to empty itself.

When I returned from the bathroom Miri quietly raped my ears, forcing unwanted information into my head. “She licked and sucked the poo off him and swallowed it, then threw up in the trash can! He smiled a lot, so he must like it! So gross!” She crinkled her nose.

We heard footsteps, then the shower started in the bathroom. Mom and Dad walked out wearing robes several minutes later. She looked quite unhappy, but Dad smiled from ear to ear. He squeezed one of her big breasts through her robe.

After dressing, he handed me his car keys and said, “Put your stuff in back and wait in the car. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I was a little surprised he had a station wagon that time. He usually traded a lot and went through two or three vehicles a year, but mostly sports cars. Still, the wagon was very roomy and almost new.

When he finally climbed in the driver’s seat twenty minutes later, I asked, “Why a station wagon, Dad?”

“My girlfriend is pregnant. She’s having a baby in four months. I think I’m gonna marry her and start a new family.”

I objected, “But… but you and Mom…”

“What Lauren doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Shhh.” He held a finger in front of his mouth.

Miri asked, “Lauren?”

He shocked us by confirming our fears and suspicions. “She lives at the far end of the trailer court. Not a beauty, but she’s got a great ass and huge tits. Let’s go pick her up.”

I quickly did the math. Lauren had been pregnant with my half-sibling the first time she kissed me! She cheated on Dad with me, Miri, Shane, her grandfather, and at least five others that I knew of! Dad wanted to marry a total slut! On the other hand, he didn’t seem to give a shit about loyalty either. I wondered if I could figure a way to be alone with Lauren. I’d love to play with her hot body again, even though…

Sexy Lauren climbing in the front passenger seat wearing jeans and a lacy white bikini top made my serious thoughts evaporate. It might have been a bra instead of a bikini, but she didn’t hesitate to wear it in public. There was a small but easily visible baby bump below her marvelous breasts.

Dad unnecessarily introduced us, “Lauren, this is my son Wally and his stepsister Miri.”

Her face rapidly reddened as I said, “We know each other.”
 

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