Fix Her! - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Mom begs her rebellious daughter's grandfather to fix her. - Like many of my stories this includes smoking and teen sex. Later chapters add ENF / public nudity, sex in public, and incest.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Public Sex Smoking ENF Prostitution
When Mom pulled her shirt over her head and set it on the bar, three guys clapped and most stared at her chest. I thought it odd she wore a red bikini top instead of a bra, but that quickly changed. When she took it off, all of them clapped or cheered, even the cop and bartender. One loudly said, “Yeah! That’s our Sharing Sharon! Like the good old days!”
Mom cajoled me, “Come on, Katie! You gave your boobs away free yesterday. Buy something with ‘em!”
The idea of public nudity was scary, but also excited me a little. The guys joined in. “C’mon, girlie, show us what ya got.” “Take it off.” One of them repeated, “Tits! Tits! Tits!” The others joined in, clapping as they chanted, “Tits! Tits! Tits!”
I felt blood rushing to my cheeks and perspiration on my face as I complied, setting my shirt and bra on the bar. It was scary but also gave me a sense of power. Ten guys wanted to see my body! Most of them cheered or clapped, and it was obvious they wanted more!
The bartender asked, “What are you hungry for, ladies?” He turned away a moment, then handed me a menu. The cuisine was monotonous and unimpressive; hot dog and fries, burger and fries, cheeseburger and fries, bacon cheeseburger and fries, chicken sandwich and fries, or just fries.
Mom ordered, “Cheeseburger and a diet coke to go.” A guy loudly asked, “Remember when we went skinny dipping, then triple-teamed ya? That was a great night!” He rested a hand on her belly and kissed her lips! She didn’t object, even when a tall older guy with a beard fondled her bare breasts! Instead of stopping them, the cop squeezed her butt through her pants!
The crowd of horny men staring at my body emboldened me. I summoned my courage and asked the bartender, “Chicken sandwich and white wine, please.” I was a little surprised Mom didn’t complain. I asked her, “It’s okay if I drink?”
“Here, they don’t care if you’re 21. And until your grandfather says you’re fixed, I don’t know you! Leave me alone!” She turned around and kissed another of the guys. For several minutes, I awkwardly looked around while the rest of them stared at my bare chest. Mom dressed and left when her burger was ready.
The bartender passed me a plate of fries with a chicken sandwich but said, “Only beer and food are free, not wine. But if you show us the rest, I’ll make an exception.” He licked his lips in anticipation.
“Um ... I ah...” I was thirsty and craving wine, and it would ease my terrible hangover. I hated beer. I figured just letting them see me wouldn’t really hurt anything. “Ah, okay.” I unzipped, then briefly pulled down my jeans and panties. At least five guys got a peek at my pubic hair! I was terribly embarrassed, and blushed intensely.
The bartender complained, “Not for two seconds! Sit on the bar and eat naked, and you can drink all the wine you want.” He set a clean towel on the bar and patted it. Several other guys gave me intimidating looks, pressuring me to give in.
“Um ... I guess...” I kicked off my shoes and stripped, then hopped up onto the towel. I carefully held my knees together, as I quickly drank a glass of wine to slake my thirst.
A man coaxed me, “That’s it sweetums! Now spread your legs and give us a good look.” Several others joined in. “I bet it’s beautiful. Show us your kitty!” “Don’t be scared, girly. We’ll like you even more.” A particularly drunk one asked, “Lemme see yer snatch!”
I let four or five boyfriends give me oral sex before, and since just looking wouldn’t hurt... “Okay, but no touching!” I spread my legs and let them look, while I ate and had a second glass of wine. I asked the crowd, “Can I get a cigarette?”
A short blonde guy stared at my vulva and offered, “Sure, just let me taste you.”
It wouldn’t be much more embarrassing than what I’d already done. I needed to smoke SO BAD! “Um ... I guess.” He passed me a cigarette and lit it, then licked my labia several times. I took a desperately big drag with his tongue in me. I thought about closing my legs or telling him to stop, but it felt kind of nice.
In only moments, by the time I inhaled a third puff, the nicotine eased my headache and stopped the itchy ‘bugs crawling’ feel of serious withdrawal. I smoked, ate, and enjoyed an unskilled tongue-fucking; with the crowd watching. A few guys made calls on their cell phones. Several took pictures or recorded video.