Chapter 8 version B

“She’s fucking doing it, Aaron! The slut is sucking your fucking dick!”

Aaron couldn’t believe what he was hearing or experiencing. Amber really was keeping her word and Emily was talking as if it wasn’t HIM that was on the receiving end but someone else.

“Ah, helloooo! I’m getting it so I knowwwww! He said, taken by surprise as Amber’s mouth slipped all the way down his shaft until her lips were buried in his pubic hair. “Fuck!” He gasped, succumbing to a rare cuss word of his own.

“I’ve never seen someone do THAT before!” Emily exclaimed, leaning in closer as if getting closer would make for a better view.

She was standing so close now that he could smell her perfume - realizing that a teenaged homeless girl even wearing perfume was an eye opener but more importantly that her nipples were stiff and delectable, hovering only a foot or two from his face, her nudity temporarily forgotten.

Aaron was torn by Amber’s ministrations. He wanted this feeling to go on forever but at the same time, he knew he’d cum like a champagne bottle going off when the cork was released and he could hardly wait.

He lasted maybe a whole minute and his release was everything he dreamed it could be. Amber didn’t even tear her mouth off his cock when he spewed his babymakers down her throat, nor did she try to spit the taste of him out of her mouth. He was able to go rigid with his cock in it’s new favorite place and just enjoy the eruption without distraction.

Emily was as turned on as she was interested in what her own mom was doing. She suddenly realized her fingers were playing with her own clit and she jerked them away before anyone noticed - but now all she wanted to do was to find the bathroom and take care of herself in private.

Seeing Amber taking Aaron’s load without complaint or reservation was in equal parts disgusting and erotic. Emily knew the taste and she’d vowed never to sample it again. But her mom seemed to actually like it! Gross!

Afterwards, Aaron felt more relaxed than he had in ... we’ll ever, really. The last thing he wanted to do was spank Amber, but Amber had other ideas.

Amber, having swallowed Aaron’s huge load, could still feel the thick fluid at the back of her mouth and in her throat. She didn’t particularly like the taste, but it had been important to her to swallow without complaint or threat.

She knew Aaron wasn’t ready to ‘make’ her do something like that yet - although part of the reason for doing so was that it made her feel more submissive and more centered on her personal scale of acceptable behavior - where she longed to live. She did cough a little after Aaron pulled his spent cock from between her lips but she even tried to minimize that.

“Okay, So it’s time to explain everything to Emily, Sir,” Amber said after clearing her throat one more time. Turning to Emily, she continued, noticing that Emily suddenly wanted to be anywhere but in this room right now.

“We are both HUGE bitches and that’s an understatement. We even bitch each other out almost every time we open our mouths and we’re just as bad to everyone else. We don’t HAVE to be this way but we are and you think it’s okay. Well it’s not and I know a way to be a better person. So you’re going to sit there and watch while I show you the secret to acting like less of a bitch!”

“Well I like myself just fine. You can do whatever the fuck you want but don’t drag me into it!” Emily spat at her mother, pulling herself up to her full 5’ 2” height, her shoulders back, chest out, despite her nudity.

Emily stomped out of the room the best she could, considering she wasn’t wearing shoes. The first door she opened proved to be the bathroom. Just what she wanted. It had no lock on the door but she slammed it shut so there could be no confusion about her being in there.

Emily attacked her clit. It was already completely out of its sheath and begging for attention. Emily didn’t care that her own mother had caused her arousal and she wasn’t even really clear whether it was seeing what she saw or that there seemed to be something in her mom’s demeanor that sparked Emily’s desire. She just knew if she didn’t rub one out now, she’d go crazy.

It only took her a few minutes of clit and nipple stimulation to get off and as she quietly came, she found herself wondering what it’d be like to be made to kneel and serve a guy she didn’t choose for herself. The orgasm was pretty intense. The next few minutes were spent willing her nipples to softness and her clit to hide itself again.

When she looked in the mirror, she saw her nudity and berated herself for caving and stripping off in the first place. There was no hiding anything while naked, she whined to herself.

With a sigh and a mental kick in the ass, Emily opened the bathroom door and returned to the living room.

Amber asked Emily a question as soon as she saw her daughter, as if there’s been no pause in the conversation at all, but Emily had to scramble to remember what her mom had been saying before she’d walked out.

“I’m not dragging you into anything but you need to know there’s a remedy for your condition if you’re as much like me as I think. A remedy that I discovered by accident with that guy, Boss. Remember him?” Amber asked.

Emily sat on the couch and leaned forward, minimizing the amount of skin Aaron could see. She was making herself at home like only someone who doesn’t give a hoot about anyone else, can do. “Fuck yeah,” she said, recalling the tall, skinny black guy that gave her the heebie jeebies. “He was always looking at me funny no matter how much I gave him the evil eye. Like he was immune to it or something. Why? What does he have to do with what you just did? I still can’t believe you fucking did that!”

Aaron finally reached for his pad and pen while Emily was distracted by her mom. He made a quick note then focused on what Amber had to say.

Still kneeling between Aaron’s legs but now with Emily focused and interested, Amber explained herself.

“The sex was always good, but Boss has a way of taking control of things. The first time he ever ordered me to my knees, like I am now, I was tempted to rip him a new asshole but instead, I decided to play whatever game he was playing. I’d had a few shots and I was feeling pretty mellow. Maybe that’s why I did what he wanted. Do you even know what it’s like to be on your knees looking up at a guy?”

“Fuck no and I ain’t ever gonna find out either!” Emily declared.

“Well I thought so too, until he grabbed my hair and forced me to do shit the way he wanted me to. That was my first experience of submission and ... well it was ... hot,” Amber shrugged.

“But it was more than that. I had no choice. I just had to do what he wanted, at his pace, for as long as he wanted until HE was done. Then he pushed me backwards till I overbalanced and fell backwards,” Amber admitted.

“And you let him get away with that shit?” Emily asked in disbelief.