The Secretary

Chapter 2


As Gina rushed out the office door that evening, an overwhelming feeling of dread suddenly swept through her mind. It was as if she had only then, at that very moment, become fully aware that the man had just sexual assaulted her.

After several blocks, she consciously became mindful of the fact she had been walking at almost a trot the whole time, rushing away from the helplessness she had felt inside that office. The large man’s lascivious grin filled her with dread, interfering with her desire to take rational control of her mind.

Unconsciously, her right hand began rifling through her large purse, which she had slung over her shoulder, attempting to find her change purse. She needed to buy a strong cup of coffee. She stopped and looked about her. Only offices, storage buildings and residences were in sight. She removed her hand from inside her purse and began her trek once again, only this time at a slower pace, walking with her arms crossed under her chest, feeling helpless and ashamed.

Nearing her apartment, Gina darted inside the dark alcove of a large office building. She purposely walked up into a dark corner, raised her right hand to the level of her forehead and rested it against the cool bricks. She then leaned forward, pushing her forehead into the cool skin of the back her shaking hand. For several minutes she did not move, willing herself to calm down, catching her breath and forcing herself to relax.

She reached into her bag again, finding a rumbled napkin, which she used to wipe at her eyes, soaking up mascara stained tears. She then turned around and leaned her shoulders back into the cool wall.

“Damn!” she so wanted to shout out, shaking her head. “You are such a wimp.” The words spilled angrily out of her mouth.

She caught her reflection in the plate glass pane of the darkened office. The alcove fully hid her from view of the street. As she again wiped at her eyes, she realized for the first time the recess had been overbuilt for such a small office entrance.

Gina’s eyes focused once again on her mirrored reflection in the thick plate glass. She absentmindedly straightened her jacket and smoothed her skirt. As her hand moved over her lower abdomen, her hand stopped. She lightly pressed fingers into her flesh and immediately the thought of the large man’s hands upon her stomach filled her mind. Her breath caught, as her mind placed the man once more at her side, willing her to push her warm hip into his huge, hardening cock.

She leaned forward and peered out into then darkening street from the alcove. Nothing was visible. She held her breath and listened. The only audible sound was of distant traffic many blocks away.

Gina leaned back once again into the cool bricks of the alcove and raised her eyes to look into those same eyes being reflected back. What she saw wasn’t fear or disgust. Nor did she see tear-stained eyes. What first registered in her mind’s eye was the same lascivious, wanton look that had filled the large man’s eyes only minutes before.

Gina reached down with both hands and slowly and seductively raised her skirt, revealing the firm flesh and shapely legs of a well-built young woman. Lifting and bunching the material above her panties, she held the skirt in place with her left hand as her right middle finger lowered to rub at her hardening clit through the sheer fabric of her panties. She involuntarily let go a loud ‘ahh!’ Her body jerked; her knees instantly went weak again.

The sound of an approaching car brought her suddenly around. She quickly lowered and straightened her skirt, then closed her eyes, listening as the car slowly passed the office building. She sucked in a large volume of cool evening air and smiled. It had been years since she had felt this alive and horny. Gina moved to the entrance of the alcove, peeked out, saw the coast was clear and quickly continued her trip home. This time, however, there was none of the anxiety she had felt just minutes before. Her thoughts became lustful, full of sexual craving. She smiled lasciviously, thinking about how wet her panties were.


Sara was studying at the kitchen table when Gina finally made it home. The girl had been so worried about her mother being out this late. Her mom was always very punctual and, even though it happened only rarely, was one to call home if she thought she would be even a minute late.

“How did it go?” the 17-year-old anxiously asked, getting up from the kitchen table to give her mom a hug.

Gina smiled at her daughter and kissed her cheek. Rubbing her daughter’s arm affectionately, she replied, “I think I’ll give it a try.”

Sara jumped back and threw her hands high into the air. “Fantastic!” she exclaimed, knowing full well how hard and long her mother had looked for a job that paid better wages. They had barely scraped by for as long as she could remember. Her mother was forever bringing home leftovers from her old job so they could have light dinners, always walked blocks out of her way to the day-old-bread store, clipped countless coupons from countless papers brought home from work and skimped on every single thing they ever bought.

Sara had also been carrying that stress on her back. She had begged her mother to let her go to work at a fast-food joint or a supermarket numerous times. But Gina would hear none of it. “You concentrate on your schooling,” she had always heard as a reply. “You leave the bread-winning to me.”

“Tell me all about it,” Sara implored. “Does he seem to be a nice man?”

Gina turned around and lifted her purse off from around her shoulders and neck. She suddenly wished that she had considered such questions coming from her daughter on the walk home. Gina fought to keep her composure. Sara would see through her in a second, she thought, if she blatantly lied. But being a mother of such a precocious teenager, she knew that all she needed to do was bend the truth a little to escape her daughter’s knowing eyes.

“Well, you know, honey,” she began, “they are mostly all bastards.”

“Mother!” Sara yelled out in faux shock, but covered her mouth with her left hand to keep from laughing out in glee.

“Come here,” Gina ordered, reaching out to pull her daughter to her once again. “It’ll be fine. He is a bit forward and too touchy-feely for my liking, but he is paying twice what I made before. Maybe I’ll just have to get used to it.”

Sara saw through her mother’s attempt at a flippant reply immediately. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, nothing, honey,” she stated. “It’s just what things are like most times in the real world. People talk about glass ceilings, equal employment opportunity, sexual harassment and such things all the time. Truth is that most things like that are that, just talk. We workers go on our way like busy little bees doing our best to earn a living, hoping things will get better, but still realizing we have to make do in the world we are in at the moment. So, as you will learn, we just go do our 9 to 5, put up with the crap and live our lives the best we can.”

Sara sat down heavily at the kitchen table. “Then why mess with all this?” she asked, moving her hands above the books and papers scattered about the kitchen table.

“So you can have it better than I have had it, honey. To give you choices and opportunities I didn’t have, to help you get more out of life.”

“He is a real bastard, isn’t he,” Sara retorted, looking up at her mom, knowing it was worse than the picture she initially had tried to paint.

“Yeah, in some ways,” she replied. “Yes, he is. But it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m hoping the work won’t be nearly as hard as what I’ve done over the years. In fact, there seems to be other pluses to the job besides just the money. I’ll manage. And we will be just fine.”

Sara started to say something but let it go. She turned over and closed first one book and then another. She slowly collected up the loose papers scattered atop the kitchen table, organized them and put them away in her school bag.

Gina walked over to the stovetop to put on a kettle of water for their evening tea. She had done this for more years than she could count. Whether hot or cold, summer or winter, in sickness or in health, Gina and Sara had always sat at the kitchen table for tea and talk in the evenings.

Sara watched her mother move lightly about. Her eyes lowered to her mother’s backside, and she unconsciously smiled to herself. “I bet the boss loves that backside,” she thought. She then ruminated over what her mother’s life had been like all these years. She never dated and did not have a social life whatsoever. Even on the rare occasions she went out with the girls at work, she was always the first one to leave for home. Her mother had forever doted on her, giving up so much to make things easier on Sara, doing without so many things.

The boss at her old job abused her mom every time there was something the other women didn’t want to do. Even after all those years at that job, she was always the underdog. She was always handed the dirtiest jobs, the crappiest assignments. Her mother came to finally decide she had to leave the job or lose her sanity. Over those years, her mom had watched so many young high school girls come to work at the office, disappear with the boss during lunch, and soon finding out they were being given bonuses or promotions in a very hush, hush manner. If her mom hadn’t so detested the owner of the company, Sara imagined her mom would have received the same perks.

Even at 34-years-old, Sara’s mom looked more like her sister. She was so beautiful, Sara had always known. Anytime she walked by, men and women alike would stop whatever they were doing to look at her. Sara was actually jealous but knew she would grow up to be much like her in so many ways.

Gina had gotten pregnant when she was just sixteen. Her stepfather threw not only a fit, but threw her out of his house. So Gina and Sara went to live with her grandmother for over five years, working and saving money while Sara grew up thinking her great-grandmother Sara was her mother, as Gina usually worked six days a week during those years and many very long hours.

Great-grandmother Sara, her namesake, died peacefully in her sleep one night. Within two weeks, Gina’s uncle demanded they vacate the premises, as Granny Sara had left a mountain of debt and the house had to be sold to satisfy it. But good old Uncle Walt allowed them to move into his house until Gina could find a place the two of them could live.

Then again, Uncle Walt had devious ideas of his own. Sara was only six when she opened Uncle Walt’s bedroom door one Saturday morning to find out what was making all the racket. The vision of what she saw that fateful morning imprinted itself permanently upon her young brain.

There was Uncle Walt, standing naked at the foot of his bed. His hands were on her mother’s naked waist. Both of them were grunting and making all sorts of noises young Sara had never heard before. She backed out of the room but stood outside the door watching him crash repeatedly into her mother’s backside, watching her mother’s body jerk and spasm.

What was supposed to have been a short-term arrangement at Uncle Walt’s lasted for over two years. Sara was going on nine when Gina’s mom, Uncle Walt’s sister, came over unexpectedly and found Walt and Gina in his master bathroom. Sara had followed her granny to the door. In fact, Sara was the one that pointed to the bathroom door when her grandmother asked where Gina and Walt were.

When her grandmother opened the bathroom door, there stood Uncle Walt once again, only this time he was standing in front of the toilet. Sara’s mom was naked and sitting on the toilet. Her mother almost gagged to death on Uncle Walt’s hard penis that morning, as Walt’s sister (Gina’s mom) went about cussing and slapping at Uncle Walt like she was a runaway chainsaw. Unfortunately, Gina had a mouthful of Uncle Walt’s cum in her mouth when the screaming and pounding began.

Sara watched her mother fall to her knees at the toilet where she spat and coughed up sticky cum in long strings. Sara stood as still as a statute, mesmerized at the long filaments of white, creamy cum stringing from her mother’s mouth and lips into the toilet. She looked awfully sickened by it, but later found out that her mom had most likely gulped some down her windpipe.

But it was Uncle Walt’s semi-rigid penis that captured the 9-year-olds attention the most. Sara’s eyes moved from her mother at the toilet to Uncle Walt backed up against a bathroom wall being beaten unmercifully by his sister and then back again to her mom leaning over the toilet heaving her guts out. Uncle Walt’s cock was so funny looking. It was at least as long as her hand, she later figured, as pink as a little piggy, except for the hot pink or reddish tip, and it swung about like crazy as Grandmaw Nora pounded away at her brother.

Sara had always been a precocious child, much advanced for her age. From the time she first caught Uncle Walt with her mom doing the nasty to the day granny tried to lay him out, Sara had become fully aware that her mom and uncle spent a lot of secret time in Uncle Walt’s bedroom. Though it was often late at night, Sara did have ears. Furthermore, over the years she had sneaked more than just a few peeks. And she had soon figured out the more noise coming from Uncle Walt’s bedroom, the better the two seemed to like what they were doing. All things considered, Sara had catalogued many images she would later mull over late at night. During that time, she also discovered the joy playing with her little pussy gave her. All in all, the experience went a long way in shaping the young girls sexual psyche.

“He won’t hurt you will he?” Sara asked her mom, watching her place old-fashioned china teacups on the table before bringing over the kettle.

“Hurt me?” Gina asked back. “What do you mean?”

Sara looked up into her mother’s face. “I mean . . . he won’t hurt you, will he? He’s not going to hit you or anything. Right?”

Gina couldn’t help but smile at the worry she saw on her daughter’s face. “No, baby,” she said, reaching to pat the back of Sara’s hand, “he would never do that. It’s just that he will expect me to do more for him than just regular secretarial duties.”

“You mean sex?” Sara asked, reaching for her cup and dropping a tea bag into it.

Gina didn’t answer immediately. She poured boiling water into the two cups and set the kettle back on the stovetop. She next pulled a chair out from under the table and sat down, before once again looking at her daughter’s worried face.

“Yes,” she answered flatly. “It seemed likely he wouldn’t hire me otherwise.”

Sara’s eyes opened wide. “You mean he told you that? Tonight? Before he hired you?”

Gina shook her head. “No. But he didn’t have to say it flat out. You would have just had to be there, honey. It was as plain as that worried look on your face what he expects of me. But don’t worry one bit. He seems to be a nice man otherwise. I’ll do as I’m told. And you would, too, if you had to bring in more money. He pays wages much higher than anyone else in town. And with my education, I couldn’t expect more.”

“But that’s not right. He shouldn’t be allowed to make you do that, to treat you like that. It just isn’t right.”

Gina patted her daughter’s hand again. “It’ll be fine. It happens all the time. And it’s really not such a big trade-off, honey. You’ll see. It will be okay.”

Sara shook her head, looked down at her cup of tea and swirled the teabag around a bit. “He must have a lot of money,” she finally added.

“I expect he makes a great living. Yes, I doubt he worries much about money.”

Sara smiled. “It must be nice.”

Gina sipped at her tea and lowered her cup to the table. “Yes. I expect it must be.”

There was a long interlude of quiet thought. Sara’s eyes focused on her mother’s face again and she smiled. Gina caught the look and certainly didn’t miss the lewd smile.

“What?” Gina asked, her eyebrows peaking. “What’s with that devilish grin?”

Sara giggled and shook her head. She lowered her cup of tea to the tabletop. “I was just thinking. That’s all.”

“About what?”

“When you said I’d have had to have been there. You know, about seeing what he made you do. That it would have been plain to me.” Sara’s lewd smile returned, followed by a knowing wink.

“You know what I meant,” her mother replied.

“No, I really don’t. Please tell me,” Sara begged. “What did he make you do?”

Gina shook her head teasingly. “You don’t really need to know that.”

“But Mom, I want to know. I really do. It is so hot,” Sara replied, giggling again, more from the look on her mother’s face that the topic.

Gina’s eyes returned to the cup of tea on the table. She lifted and sipped more of the hot liquid, acting as if she had not heard her daughter’s urgent pleading.

It wasn’t long after they had moved into their present apartment, after leaving Uncle Walt’s home, that Gina walked in on her naked daughter lying atop her bed early one morning. Sara’s eyes were closed at the time. The girl had planted her feet into the mattress, her legs opened wide, her hips raised, her right hand pushing what appeared to be a small, cutoff broom handle into her nearly hairless, young pussy. Gina was horrified. She attempted to quietly and quickly back out of the bedroom but Sara sensed her presence and opened her eyes. Gina closed the door and walked off to the kitchen that morning, sitting at the table and not knowing what to do or say to her daughter. It was all so embarrassingly awkward.

Sara stayed in her bedroom for hours. Gina finally decided she had to do something, had to put an end to it. Even as uncomfortable as facing her young daughter would be, it had to be done. The sooner the better she had figured at the time.

When Gina opened the door to her daughter’s bedroom, Sara remained motionless on the bed, facing away from the door. Gina walked up to the bed and sat down easily. She felt so ill at ease. Long seconds passed and nothing was said.

Sara was the first to break the awkward silence. “I’m sorry,” she weakly stated.

“No, Baby,” Gina blurted out. “Don’t say that. You weren’t doing anything wrong. If anyone should say they are sorry, it should be me. I shouldn’t have just walked in on you like that. I expected you to be asleep.”

Sara rolled over and moved to her mother, lowering her head into her mother’s lap. Gina began stroking her daughter’s head with her right hand, trying to fully understand how terribly embarrassing it must have been to her, being caught pushing a piece of wood up inside her little vagina.

And so began yet another bond the two women would share, something bringing them even more closely together. Not only were they to always be mother and daughter, now they began a new relationship as sexual confidants, sharing lustful secrets. Though Gina never could have imagined how mature her daughter’s sexual yearnings and fantasies had become at such an early age, when Sara opened up and told her about all she had seen and heard while living at Uncle Walt’s, Gina fully realized how much she was to blame for her daughter’s state of mind.

Gina told her everything. Over the following weeks, Sara learned much about her mother, things were not always as they seemed. And Gina learned some troubling things, too.

Sara related to her mother how often Uncle Walt had pulled her onto his lap to watch television or playfully tickle her during the time they were living with him. Often, while Gina was working or shopping, Uncle Walt would find Sara and pull her onto his lap. Sara told about how she could feel his hard penis rubbing into her backside and how Uncle Walt’s hands would rub her all over. Sara admitted that she really began enjoying such sessions and would seek him out as soon as her mother left the house. She also admitted to fantasizing about Uncle Walt pulling down her pajamas and doing what she had often seen him do to her mother, using her to play his nasty games.

Gina was initially shocked by the admission. But she remembered how it was when she was a young girl. She had been used like that by a number of older men, including her stepfather. When she confessed that fact to her daughter, Sara had to hear all about it. Gina soon found it oddly arousing relating her sexual experiences to her very precocious teenage daughter.

It wasn’t long until Gina took her daughter into her bedroom and showed her the toys and lubricants she used on herself. “You can use them, too,” she had offered up, “but keep them clean.”

Sara looked into the box of dildos and vibrators with carnal delight, picking up first one and another of the toys. Her mother had even admitted which ones she liked the most. The one that caught the young girl’s eyes the most, though, was a large, lifelike, flesh-colored penis. It had a perfectly formed head and even lifelike veins running up and down the shaft. Gina noticed her daughter’s fascination with it and picked it up.

“You like this one, huh?” Gina said with a lewd grin.

“It’s so big!” Sara exclaimed. “Can I hold it?”

Gina playfully lifted the head of the large springy cock to her daughter’s mouth and watched her daughter kiss it. Sara then grinned largely and sensually at her mother.

“You like this one, don’t you,” Gina said in a teasing way.

Sara nodded her head, leaned forward and kissed it again.

“Yeah,” her mother had said. “It’s a really big cock.”

“Have you ever put it inside you?” Sara asked, giggling uncontrollably. “It is so big and thick.”

Her mother returned a sly grin. “Sometimes,” she admitted, “when I’m really horny.”

Gina moved the large flexible cock to Sara’s hand. The girl wrapped her fingers around it and only then realized how big it was.

“You aren’t ready for this quite yet,” her mother quickly pointed out. “But you can play with it if you want. You can use it to practice sucking. I can show you how.”

Sara was so flabbergasted to hear her mom bring that up, but in truth, Sara had fantasized about letting a boy put his hot, hard penis in her mouth for years. It had all started after watching her mother suck Uncle Walt’s hard penis. The sight had so amazed her. She had spent days and days wondering if she would be good at it, if a boy would like her doing it for him, if she would be good at sucking cock, if she would like that taste of it and if the boy’s sperm would taste good to her.

“Oh,” Sara began, lifting the heavy cock up to her cheek, “I would so want to learn how to do that. Would you show me?”

With that, Gina reached for the realistic cock, grasping it in her right hand. She stood up in front of her daughter then told her to get on her knees. Gina then moved the hard cock to her own crotch, positioning the heavy cock as a real one would be. She then began instructing her daughter but letting her decide how she wanted to proceed each time. Gina was pleasantly shocked to see how eager her daughter was to swallow the large penis and how she so naturally gave head.

That first cocksucking lesson ended with Sara pulling the large, fleshy dildo out of her mother’s hand and holding it to her own crotch. “Suck me,” Sara ordered her astonished mother. “Suck me real good, bitch.”

Gina fell to her knees, looked up into her daughter’s face to see it full of sensual lust, and immediately went to sucking the large, heavy cock. Though she didn’t expect her daughter to take her free hand and pull her head down harder on it. As she swallowed the thick cock, Gina looked up into her daughter’s eyes and saw nothing but wanton, wicked lust. It was all so hot. Gina couldn’t help put push her right hand down inside her panties and rub at her clit frantically.

“I want to see you use this down there,” Sara had said minutes later. “Show me.”

Gina was amazed at the request. “Maybe we shouldn’t just yet. You can use the smaller ones. Here I’ll show you some of my favorites.” She had reached for the box in an attempt to change the subject, but it didn’t work.

“No, Mother,” Sara quickly interjected. “I want to see you use this down there,” she reiterated, pointing to her mother’s crotch.

Gina came to her feet and sat down on the bed. Sara pushed the large artificial penis into her mother’s hand. Gina held the large cock for long seconds before standing up, lifting her dress and pulling her wet panties down to her ankles. After kicking them off, she sat back on the bed with her dress bunched up around her waist. She then lifted her right leg onto the bed and lowered it, spreading herself widely.

“See that lubricant?” she asked her daughter. “That one in the black squeeze bottle. Let me have it.”

Sara reached into the box and removed the bottle. She popped the top for her mother. Gina expertly poured a bit out on her fingertips and lowered them to her pussy. After rubbing some into the folds, she put some on the dildo. In just seconds, it glistened from the slick fluid.

All this time, Sara was totally mesmerized, watching her mother prepping the large cock and her pussy. Sara smiled at the fact her mother was so clean-shaven down there. Her outer lips and lower abdomen were as slick and smooth as a young teen girl.

Before bringing the thick head of the dildo to her pussy, Gina pushed first one, then two, then three fingers inside her wet cunt. She then took the large dildo and began prying it into her. Gina gasped as the thick cock pushed inside. Her back collapsed onto the bed, as she began pushing it slowly in and out of her.

Just seconds later, Sara swatted her mother’s hand away. “Let me do it,” she commanded.

Gina’s response was immediate. “No!” she cried out. “Not you.”

But Sara heard none of it. She grabbed the end of the heavy dildo and began fucking her mother with it. Gina laid back; her hips involuntarily began humping at the large, thick cock. Sara smiled at her mother’s hips rhythmically rising to allow more of it to enter; she was so hot for it.

Sara soon changed hands. She raised her left thumb to her mother’s protruding clit, teasing it, moving the digit in tight circles over the erect flesh. Her mother immediately went into spasms, crying out and humping wildly at the large, thick cock being pushed in and out of her.

For some minutes Sara continued to fuck her mother with the large dildo. Her mother had orgasm after orgasm. Gina soon pushed her daughter’s hand away. The thick penis sucked out of her, and Gina rolled onto her side.

Sara was so wet and horny she could hardly stand it. She reached into the box of toys and took hold of a slender vibrator. She hurried off to her bedroom, vibrator in one hand and the thick cock in the other.

Within a minute, Sarah lay back on her bed, rolling the small vibrator over her very hard clit. She lifted the large cock to her mouth, wet with lubricant and her mother’s pussy juice. Dangling it above her mouth, she closed her eyes and lowered it to lips and open mouth. She licked and sucked at the artificial cock hungrily, imagining it belonged to a boy she knew in school. Sara was so eager to please him, to do whatever he desired to her, to let him use her however wickedly he wished.

That evening, over tea, Gina told Sara they shouldn’t ever do that again. “It isn’t proper, Honey,” she had said. “You will soon have a boyfriend, and we don’t need you rattled over what we just did. It will confuse you. And it just isn’t proper.”

Sara had only heard part of what her mother was saying to her at the time. The boyfriend thing captured her imagination. She had never had a boyfriend, though she did have many friends. Sara had always used excuse after excuse not to let boys get too close to her. She mostly blamed her mother, of course, as young girls are apt to do. “My mother won’t let me date yet,” she had often said. Or, more commonly, “Let’s just be friends. I’m not ready for a boyfriend yet.”

Sara knew, though, that boys her age weren’t mature enough for what she so desperately needed. She was tired of hearing about football, about the latest video games or immature music her peers so creamed over. None of it interested her. Though she was at the top of her class, going to school was a real pain in her ass. Part of that was due to the fact she could not trust one person, not even her closest girlfriend, with her deep, dark secrets. Lustful, wanton thoughts ran through her mind at all hours of the day and night. They filled her dreams at night. And she constantly snuck peeks at the crotches of attractive boys and older men, at their backsides, at their firm stomachs and chests. That was the kind of toy she wanted most, she often thought. She wanted to have a real penis. She desperately needed to have a real one.

“I know, Mother, I know,” she replied. “Don’t get freaked out about it. I had a good time and learned a lot. I’m thankful for that. Just don’t worry yourself over it.”

Gina wanted to say more but let it pass. She remained at the kitchen table when Sara got up, kissed her cheek and said goodnight. She watched her daughter’s sexually enticing form walk off to bed. Only then did Gina stop to consider not only how much alike they were but how much more she had already experienced in her life before she was her daughter’s very age. At seventeen, after all, she was already a mother. She had to take on so much responsibility as such a young girl.

Gina made a number of decisions while sitting at the kitchen table that night. First thing, as soon as she got her first paycheck, would be to get her young daughter to the clinic and get her on the pill. Gina shivered all over when the thought of Sara getting pregnant crossed her mind. She wondered how she couldn’t have thought of that before. It had to be done. It couldn’t wait any longer.

As she drank the last of her tea, Gina thought back on what all Sara must have heard and seen over those years living with Walt and how it affected her own sexuality. Though, she had never known anything about her uncle using her young daughter for his sexual enjoyment during that time. Thank goodness, she thought, that he didn’t take that any further. It then occurred to her to question just how long that would have taken to happen if they had stayed in his house any longer. Knowing Walt as she did, it wouldn’t have been long before he would have had her sitting on his hard cock. As unsettling as that thought was, she couldn’t help but smile at how much pleasure he would have gotten out of pushing his hard cock into her bottom.

She didn’t think Walt would have ever tried to fuck her daughter in the pussy. No, not him. He wouldn’t have done that. But Sara would have been sucking him and jerking him off, for sure. And it wouldn’t have been long, either, before he started fucking her in her backside. Gina knew Walt all too well. She wasn’t that old when she first spent the night at Walt’s house as a girl. He had been her first. He had taught her how to suck and fuck, how to jerk him off. And he so loved putting his hard cock in her ass. She couldn’t help but smile over that. Devious, perverted crap like that just seemed to run in the family. And now, as much as it shocked her to find out, her daughter seemed to have gotten a good measure of those depraved genes.

Even to this day, she sought out her Uncle Walt at least two times a month. Though he was fifteen years older, he was still the most exciting man she had ever been with. If it had been legal to do so, she figured she couldn’t have done better than to have married him. For many years, she yearned for that very thing to happen. But Uncle Walt wasn’t the marrying sort. His only interest in being with a girl was to have sex. After the sex, it was out of his house. He wasn’t the lovey, dovey, cuddly kind of guy.

Gina knew in her heart, if it weren’t for her mother finding out about her and Walt, she would still be living in his home, being her uncle’s fuck-toy and enjoying every minute of it. She so wanted to do that very thing, too. But she didn’t want to bring the subject up, as it might make her sound like a needy, money-grubbing bitch. That happened to be a card she didn’t want anyone to ever think she was playing. But the thought was tempting.

It was while ruminating on Uncle Walt a possible solution came to mind for Sara’s current predicament. “Yes,” she thought. “That’s not such a bad idea.”