Chapter 3: Taking Inventory

Eric finished his shopping and checked out at the front registers. His mind was racing and he couldn’t wrap his brain around what he’d seen. His girlfriend’s mother was stuffing her holes with all sorts of crazy things in a grocery store in broad daylight. He’d never even dreamed such a thing. It would have been sexy as fuck if it wasn’t Abigail’s mother doing the stuffing. Why would a forty something year old white woman even want to do something like this in a black neighborhood? He couldn’t fathom.

“That’ll be thirty eighty fifty eight, sir,” the woman ringing up his items said to Eric.

His mind was a million miles away as he recalled Gail stuffing that huge wine bottle in her pussy. He pulled out his phone to look at the pictures he’d taken, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Thirty eight dollars and fifty eight cents, sir?” the woman repeated.

“I’m sorry, what?” Eric said, snapping out of his deep thoughts. “Oh, here.”

He handed the woman his credit card and went back to his phone. He still couldn’t believe what he had seen. It just didn’t make sense. Why would Gail shove a bottle of wine in her pussy? Was she broke? Was she an alcoholic? It was absolutely ludicrous. It was fucked up. It was hot. No! It wasn’t hot. It was Abigail’s mother.

“Here’s your receipt, sir,” the woman said, handing him the card and the receipt. “Have a nice day!”

Eric stood holding his phone, the card and the receipt. He was frozen. His brain wouldn’t let him move until he could reconcile what he had witnessed.

“Sir, are you ok? Do you need us to call someone for you?” the woman asked after Eric hadn’t moved for almost a minute.

“Oh, no. No. Sorry. I’m going,” Eric replied as he grabbed the bags and headed out the door.

Gail waddled to the end of the parking where Rick’s truck was. She could’ve sworn he had parked near a tree but now he was another 30 yards further.

She saw him texting on his phone so she rapped on the window. He didn’t look up. She waited, nervously, hoping he would let her get in quickly. As long as she was moving she wasn’t so nervous. He was still pecking at his phone and as soon as he stopped it rang. He finally looked over at Gail and held up his index finger.

“Hello?” he answered as he focused his attention on the phone call. “Yep. The one and only. Is this the party to whom I’m speaking?”

Gail watched with pleading eyes as Rick held the phone to his ear, listening. She rapped on the window again, this time barely making a noise, but just letting him know she was right there waiting.

“I’m sorry, can you hold on just a second? My slut has a question for me. What is it? Did you get everything on the list?”

“Yes Daddy, can we go now?”

“Show me the carrot,” he said sternly.

She reached behind her and lifted her skirt. She slipped the thong between her ass cheeks to the side and dug inside her rear end. It had lodged itself up inside her and she had to squat. It took a minute for her to retrieve it. It was so slippery that it fell out of her hand onto the pavement. She picked it up and held it against the window. Rick was still chatting on his phone.

“Really? So what are you wearing right now?” he said, looking down and rubbing his dick through his pants. “I know it’s the afternoon, is there some law– hold on a second. She’s back.”

He cracked the window again.

“Yes? I see. You have the carrot.” Rick said, clearly agitated.

“Here it is, Daddy. Can we go now?”

“Take a bite.”

Gail wrinkled her nose as Rick closed the window. She held the carrot up to her nose and quickly moved it away. He cracked the window again.

“Does it smell like your ass?” he asked, laughing.

“Yes Daddy. It smells.”

“So you think men wanna lick your ass when it smells? Not only do you not care about how fat your ass is, you don’t seem to give two fucks about how it smells either,” Rick answered.

Gail could feel tears beginning to form as she saw the disappointment in Rick’s face. She’d never experienced this kind of disappointment before in her marriage. Her mind raced back to her 10th birthday and her attempt to blow out the candles on her cake. A tiny piece of saliva escaped from her lips as she blew out the candles. Her father was the only person who noticed. She remembered the look on his face. It was identical to the look on Rick’s face now. It had been so long since that memory had raised its ugly head.

“Well, don’t just stand there, take a bite you dumb cunt. It’s your ass coated carrot. Maybe next time you’ll clean yourself better after you’ve spent the day getting fucked. I can’t imagine what they’re probably saying right now about how your ass smelled today. My buddies will probably never invite me to poker again.”

“I’m sorry Daddy. I promise I’ll do better next time,” Gail said as she took a nibble off the small end of the carrot. She watched as Rick rolled up the window. He was right. Her ass was disgusting. The moment the carrot touched her lips she felt sick to her stomach. She chewed the tiny piece and swallowed it quickly, then opened her mouth to show Rick. He was back on the phone.

“Where are your fingers? Hold on, she’s back again,” he said, cracking the window. “What now? Oh, you’ve taken a nibble of your ass carrot? Finish it. ALL OF IT!” he said as he rolled the window back up.

She took the carrot and quickly chewed little bites from the end as she held her nose. She looked like Bugs Bunny, the cartoon character, as she nibbled the carrot. She swallowed it and presented her empty mouth to Rick. He cracked the window.