Mother's Owner # 1
by Paladin
As always she had argued with her mother. Violet was a rebellious teen and
the strains were showing. She left the house in a huff and went to the mall to
hang with her friends. She looked and looked but found no one there and nothing
to do. Hanging alone was boring!! Not any more fun than going home and listening
to her stereo.
As she walked up the drive and saw that the house was strangely silent.
Only her parents room window was open. From the sounds emanating from it, it
appeared that their was some activity in that room.
She sneaked up to the open window and heard,
"OO OO God OOO You do that soo...."
Her mother was getting it on with dad.. A smirk crossed her face but it
was soon replaced with a frown.
Wait a minute... Dad was on a trip and wouldn't be back till Friday....;
Vi thought.
She cautiously chinned her self on the sill and peaked into the room.
There was ma sitting on ... old Mr. Willians from next door.
;
Ma seemed to be trying to ride the old goat to death. She was ridding him
in a frenzy of passion.
Vi thought.
Ever since they moved here she remember the old lecher leering at her.
Vi let herself down and rushed silently to the back door... of the house.
She remembered..
Silently she got into the house and stole to the drawer where they kept
the camera. She tip toed to the door and opened it quietly. She set the camera
to a burst of shots and squeezed off the whole remaining 20 exposures. The noise
of the camera startled the two lovers. They jumped up, turned to the source, all
the while they sought to hide themselves.
Vi, her evidence now in her hands, knew what to do. She ran like hell,
down the hall and out the door to the safety of the mall. Once safely there she
sought out Glen, the nerd.
She knew he had a computer and could view the results on her camera disk.
Just a little persuasion and she could have him eating out of her hand.
He was in the magazine rack, as usual, reading the mags. Nothing else for
him to do... He never had a pussy since pussy had him.
She slipped up to him and rubbed her left tit on his right elbow.
In her sexiest voice she said.... "Glennn could you help me???" A firm rub
to the fore arm, "I need you to show me how to...";
(I bet Eve used a similar line...)
The teen boy was flustered beyond his wildest dream. Here was Violet
Campbell, the girl of his dreams, rubbing her.... He must be dreaming..
"Vi... I I mean I wo.. what I..." he stammered.
Her lure taken, Violet grabbed Glens arm tight and lead him, now like the
poor captive fish he was, out of the store to his wreck of a car.
She dragged herself over the shift lever, to keep tit to arm contact with
her 'boyfriend'. (Don't they all ways do that guys. Especially when they want
something??)
Glenn could not believe his good fortune. He would wake up any time now
and find out he was in english lit or some other dumb place. Ah well he decided
"Let's go!" Vi demanded. "Come on dummy... Er .. Uh ..Take me to your
house."
"W... whe.. where do you want to go...?? " Glen blurted out and he could
not believe his ears..
"Your place... Hurry up... we have to get to your.. room" she demanded
with a firm rub of nipple to elbow. (All right it was through the bra, but it
was the closest this nerd had gotten to second base in his short life...)
"MMM My...roommmm" Glen said as he fumbled with the keys. He coaxed the engine on and pealed out of the open parking lot in a
cloud of burning rubber, and blue smoke.
He drove erratically all the way to his house and as she kept hold of his
right arm, let her come in with him. Quietly he snuck her, by his mom who was
watching her soaps, to his room.
Vi thought; but the computer with
the latest pirated software was there. She picked up some skuzzy shorts from the
bed with two fingers, and dropped them on the floor. Then she sat her cute
little ass on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. (She made sure she was
facing him his wide eyes at that very moment.)
Making sure that lots of thigh was showing. She bent forward and handed
the stupefied boy the disk she had removed from the camera.
"GLENNN I need to see the images I got on this disk... Please...I'd be
ever soo grateful... Please..." Vi seemed to beg.
Glen could not believe his eyes... He had Violet in his room .... on his
bed... Jimmy would just... ;
"Sure thing I can get you what you want.?
He took the disk and started up his computer. In no time at all he had
them viewing the blurry distorted images that Violet had taken of her mother
and her lover, .
"Shit" she said. She started to get up off
the bed. She was going to leave but Glen, now desperate, to keep her said,
"We could... enhance the images if you want."
He pushed the image resolution and the dip's to the limit and after 20
minutes work he had a recognizable rendition of Mrs. Campbell's face over a
white male body. There they had two blurry white form coming off the bed and a
succession of attempts to hide from the lens.
"Where did you get these..." Glen asked his new 'girl friend'...
"Never mind that. Can you get me a better copy of her face there?" Vi
asked.
"Sure." Glenn said and pushed the print button.
After inspecting it she said, "Not bad now give me an envelope and some
more of that paper.";
Glen quickly complied and she got up to leave. His heart was breaking and
his face showed it.
Ever the fixer, Vi stepped into the boy and kissed him, like he had only
dreamed of before. She rubbed, tit to chest, and even opened her mouth.
Glen (never a cool dude) came in his pants.
"Now I have to go and do some things. You stay here and see if you can get
me some better results off the other ones on the disk. I'll call you ....later
...." (That promise of hope.... )
Glen stood there, dripping, and watched her leave. Her lingering perfume
convinced him she really had been there. That and the disk.
Vi went directly to the mall and found a pay phone. She called her home
and waited through the phone message.
Then she demanded, "Mother you better pick up YOU WHORE. You pick up or
I'm going to send these pictures to Dad's office and you'll be the sorriest
bitch their ever was..."
"Violet I am your mother." came the voice from the phone, "Where are you?
We have to talk... about this...";
"Listen and listen good WHORE!! I'm at the mall and you better get here
quick.. Bring you purse, I kneed some things and don't bring your stud.. I'll be
waiting at the dress shop.. Oh yea wear the my short sun dress of mine and get
here in 5 minutes..";
Her mother's outrage and comments were cutoff as she then hung up the
phone.
She waited there in the air conditioned climate and rehersed for the
coming confrontation. Soon she saw her mother rushing through the shoppers, and
she was wearing the short see through dress.
Now Vi knew she had her. She had the envelope all ready to go to her dads
office. She had even bought a stamp for it but she had left it unsealed. She had
gone over, in her mind, the scene where she got her dopey mother by the short
hairs.... She was ready..
When her mother approached her, she took up a position by the mail box.
"I think I need some new things. What do you think.." Vi demanded.
"Now look here young lady..";
"No you look here." she said drawing the image of Olive's face from the
other blank pages. "Wanna see the BITCH with her sire?? Wann see them screwing??
How bout I send up to dads office? Bet his secretary would have copies all over
the office in no time.."
Olive turned white... "Pl...Please don't show them around. I'll never.. I
mean... Don't mail them I... I'll do anything... I'm your mother...";
"You will do whatever turns me on won't you mother dear?" Vi demanded of
the beaten woman..
"Yes dear... Whatever you say... Now please give me the envelope." Olive
begged with a low voice. She hoped to get the pictures and then make it up to
Violet somehow. Quietly someplace less public.
"I think you are over dressed. That bra will stretch my dress go over to
the rest room and take it off.... NOW BITCH. Vi demanded of her mother.
Olive sought to please her bitch daughter and went to the ladies and
removed her bra in a stall. She tucked it into her large bag. When she pulled
the tight dress down over her hips and walked out of the stall. She saw that
every curve of her pendulous breasts were clearly visible through the shear sun
dress. She wanted to go back and tuck them safely back inside her bra but she
feared that Violet would do something impulsive so she went out into the mall.
Better to endure this for now. Then once she got hold of the pictures she
would show that little bitch.
Violet smiled at the quivering mammarys of her parent.
"OK Ma lets go get me some tight jeans and some .... well don't look so
glum. We are here to shop aren't we...??" Vi demanded all the time waving the
stamped envelope.
Vi lead her through every store in the mall and bought many outrageously
expensive things. As they placed their things in the car Vi demanded the keys to
the car.
"I'll drive NOW!"
Olive acquiesced and went meekly to the passenger seat. Relieved to be out
of the public eye.
Vi reached among her purchases and found what she needed. She walked to
the passenger door and opened it. The shiny chrome circles in her hand behind
her back.
Olive turned to her and asked, "I thought you wanted to drive?"
"Give me back my dress WHORE...Now. You are stretching it all out of
shape."
"Vi please" Olive begged but she saw the stubborn streak in her daughter
eyes. "You told me to wear it. Besides someone might see me.."
"From now on you call me MISTRESS. Now get that dress off and be quick
about it. As for your modesty tell me about it in these pictures..
Self continuously Olive looked around and, seeing no one, she slipped the
dress over her head and covered her breasts with it and her hands. She looked up
pleadingly at her, now controling off spring.
Violet snapped the chrome cuff on her right wrist and forced her over and
down on her belly on the seat twisting the right hand up behind her back.
"Mother you fight me in this and I'll scream. Then when someone comes,
I'll say you were trying to do some perv things with me. Now give me your other
hand and no more shit. WHORE!!";
In horror, the nude Olive, surrendered her left hand to Vi and felt the
metal snap shut. She thought those cuffs were just decorative. Part of the punk
look but they sure felt real now.
Flushed with success Vi made short work of her mother's panties and the
sun dress. They soon joined the purchases in the trunk.
Then she grabbed her mother's hair and dragged the helpless nude out of
the front seat.
"I should just leave you here to get home by your self..." Vi speculated..
as she dragged the nude to the rear door of the car.
She threw Olive in the rear seat floor and then demanded,
"Crotch down there and maybe I won't show your fat ass all over town....
If you are good.... Real good";
Violet went around the car, and looked into the rear floor. There her nude
parent was huddled hoping that she could get out of this experience with out
being arrested or exposed to the world.
"I for got something I need. I'll just take your purse and go get them..
No Mother don't get up. I can see you are better off there. Now don't you go
away. I'll be right back.." Vi commented as she want back to the mall.
Olive was scared out of her mind... Huddled in the rear seat of her car.
NUDE!! IN HANDCUFFS!! Totally at the mercy of her daughter...
She heard people moving around her. Cars came and went but she sat huddled
there on the floor, praying that no one came there and found her in her current
state.
she thought.
Then she heard another set of approaching foot steps. This time they did
not veer off to another direction. The came right up to the car and.. it sounded
like two sets of feet.
Olive's heart was in her throat. She crouched down as far as she could.
She tried to make her self as small as possible.
Then the door opened behind her and Violets voice said,
"See Lonia I told you she would be right here just waiting for us."
