Chapter 4: Apologies

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to my alarm clock. I had the most vivid dreams. I dreamt that my mom and I were sluts. Naked sluts, and we volunteered at old folks’ homes where we sucked cocks. Wait, why am I naked? I never sleep naked. And my mouth feels funny, like sore from too much exercise. Wholly shit, it was not a dream. The reality was sinking in. Why was I smiling? Did I like being a slut. I think so. Images of endless cocks came into my mind, the cocks from the glory hole. How many times did I come last night? My pour pussy was sore from all the rubbing I did to it. I had a mild orgasm just from thinking about it.

“You are up. I thought I heard your alarm. Come on downstairs. Your dad has to leave in a little while.” Mom was naked. I guessed it was because Billy was still at camp.

Don’t think, Don’t Guess. “Mom, what should I wear today?”

Beaming, my mom looked at me” You are turning out to be a fabulous little slut. It makes my heart warm by asking what to wear. “Ok, for now, nothing, and I will help you pick something out before we go to Green Oaks.”

Was that whom I had become? A tremendous, little slut? I did not feel much different than I did two days ago. But the world that I was a part of now felt utterly different. I sucked in my breath as a vision of me in the glory hole came into my mind. I was horny just from that little thought. Would we go back? Would it be a regular thing? Could I go by myself? Wait, I don’t think that will be better.

Daddy was at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading his iPad just like he always does. “Morning pumpkin, come over here and give your old dad a kiss.” This was normal; I always gave daddy a peck on his cheek. This kiss was not the customary daddy-daughter kiss. He cupped the back of my head as I leaned into him and pulled me in for a deep French kiss. His tongue was playing with my lips; It felt so good that I opened my mouth and returned his affection. This was my first lover’s kiss, which lasted a long time.

“I love the taste of a slut in the morning. I could taste semen in your mouth, Karla. Did you have fun at PBW yesterday?”

PBW, oh, that must be Plain Brown Wrapper. He could still taste semen; I guess I could too. Did he like that? “Oh yes, daddy, I loved it. Can I go back?”

“If you are a good girl, of course, you can. But you know what you did yesterday can’t happen again, and you still need to apologize to Jim. You do know how to apologize, right?”

“Yes, Daddy, mom taught me.” Oh my god, I get to give him a blow job. I hope I don’t screw this up.

“Well, show me how you are to apologize now.” He reached out and caressed my tit. He was pinching the nipple and pulling me closer. My mind turned off, and I just went with the flow. It felt like a direct line from my nipple to my clitoris. His hand felt so good. I had to give him my best blow job. I had a little trouble working his cock out of his pants. Finally, it came free. It was perfect. I wanted him in my mouth. He took control of my head and kept me from inhaling his dick. I could reach the head with my tongue. I had a string of precum sticks to the end of my tongue, and it did not break for a long time, and when it did, it snapped back into my chin. I had to get more. I was a slut. I needed to learn to be the best slut for my mom and dad. I guess my brother does too. From what dad had told me.

He allowed me close to his dick, and I greedily sucked it in my mouth. I was concentrating on not touching him with my teeth. Gawd was immense; I started to gag and choke on his dick. Looking up into his eyes, I saw his approval. He started to push my head down, and I gagged some more. This was different from the glory hole I had control of here. He was definitely in control. He was using me for his pleasure. I know he loved me but right now, that did not matter. He was getting pleasure from my face. I sucked hard when he pulled my head off. And I swallowed it when he pushed it back down.

Mom was watching us. “Oh, so beautiful; I love how you are at his mercy, so petite. Joe, may I cum? I could jill off watching you.”

“Yes, show me my cunt. I want to see your gape. Spread it open for me. You know how I like it.” Dad got up and went to the couch, not letting me off his dick. He sat on the couch; I kneeled on the couch beside him with my ass in the air. Mom laid on the coffee table and spread her legs to show off her cunt. Her hands spread her open. Index finger flicking her bean.

Then I felt my dad’s hand rubbing my butt. No, I mean he was rubbing my asshole. I pushed it back into his hand.

“I think I found something that she likes, June. Here get some spit on my fingers.” Mom sucked his fingers like a cock. He put his hand back on my shitter. “OOOOHHHHH’ I moaned around his dick as his finger penetrated my sphincter. He was gentle, a lot gentler than he was with my mouth. He was fucking my face while he probed my ass. Just one finger, but it felt like a baseball bat. I was going to cum with a dick in my mouth and a finger up my ass.

Mom was spread on the coffee table, spreading her cunt; I could see down the wide-open hole to her cervix. She was talking. I needed to concentrate on listening.

“A slut is always looking for ways to get a dick. You will make yourself available at any time. You are in training now, and we will guide you. You need to love the cock, baby. That’s it sluts love sucking on dick. There is nothing better for you right now. Nothing more important than that dick you have in your mouth. You are going to love being a slut.”

I could not reply to her litany, but I could moan and make noises. Both of my parents seemed to like that. Dad started to cum in my mouth. He pulled me off his dick, and his load splashed on my nose and tongue. He continued to paint my face.

Mom looked excited. “I thought she was beautiful before. Look at our daughter Joe. What a slut with a man juice facial.”

“Mom, do you want me to look for dick even outside of Green Oaks when I am at school. What do you mean?”

“Oh, baby being a slut can be confusing, especially when you turn your brain off. I don’t want you to get in trouble at school, but I want you to have fun. You can be on the lookout for sex and set something up for later. But dropping down to give someone a blowjob? Use your best judgment.”

I felt good, and dad looked happy. I missed what he said. What did he say?

“Karla, I said get your face between June’s legs and start licking. Don’t quit until she comes.” He wanted me to eat my mom’s pussy. Yes, I wanted that. What a slut licking my mom’s cunt with my cum dripping face. I bent down to start, and my ass was pointing at dad. He did not stop fucking his finger in my ass. He was going deep, fucking it in and out, his knuckles popping my sphincter. I kept time with my tongue on moms cunt. Was she so wet? Was it from my spit and dad’s cum. I loved the taste of my parents. This was my purpose. I needed to give other people pleasure. I started to cum, and I could tell mom was close. Dad was relentless in my ass. I swear he had two fingers inserted now.

I could not stand it anymore. I had to cum, and I had to get mom off. I sucked on her clit and pushed my hand up her accepting tunnel. I started to fist fuck my mom with a closed fist. Popping it in and out, Punch fucking her gaping hole.

“That’s it, fist fuck, that slut Karla; your mom loves big things in her cunt. She can’t get enough.”

I started to shake in orgasm. I could taste mom’s liquid as it squirted out, splashing my face. Dad did not stop finger fucking my ass, and I started to cum again and again. I never wanted this feeling to end.

But it did. Dad pulled his fingers out of my ass and stuck them in my mouth. The taste was not bad, but I did have a mouth full of boy and girl cum. I doubt I could taste anything else. What else is a slut supposed to do? I cleaned his fingers.

“Ok, I think that will be an ok apology to Jim. You two get cleaned up; you must be at Green Oaks in 45 minutes. And I have to get to work.”

“Daddy, did I do ok?” I needed him to say it was just ok. An ok apology to Jim made me think I did not suck his dick very well.

“Baby, you had never even seen a dick two days ago. I think that what we just did was amazing. I am giddy with the expectation of how good you will be.”

“Honey, you have never eaten pussy before, and you ate mine like no one else ever has. You can do that to me anytime.”

Dad bent down and kissed mom goodbye, and I was surprised when he kissed me the same way. With tongue again. I was going to like this, I thought.

After dad was gone, “Mom, how am I supposed to apologize to Jim? Just start sucking his cock?”

“Oh no, dear, you will start and apologize verbally, in detail, telling him what you did wrong and beg his forgiveness; then ask him if there is anything you could do to make it up to him.”

“What if he wants to punish me? What do I do then?”

“Karla, there are times when volunteering is hard. And taking your punishment is one of the hardest things you must do. Remember what you did to deserve the punishment and learn from the experience.”

“Do you get ‘punished,’ mom? What happens when you screw up?”

“Oh honey, I screw up, but not as much anymore. The residents of Green Oaks will try to garner the greatest emotional response out of us. They prefer to illicit orgasms in volunteers but will also take Pain, humiliation, and embarrassment reactions. I prefer the orgasms myself. But sometimes the others are fun as well.”

“What are you talking about, mom?” She told me something important, like a missing jigsaw puzzle piece, but I could not fit it anywhere.

“I can’t say anymore. Sam will fill you in today. Let’s get back to your apology. If Jim wants to punish you, that is well within his rights. If you appear contrite, forthcoming, and honest with your apology, I think you giving him a Blow Job will be great. If you are not honest with yourself and pay him lip service, he has the right to use the taser again on your body. Oh, don’t look at me like that. If you are truly apologetic, no problem. If not, you will be sorry when he is done with you.”

“Mom, I am not sure I want to volunteer anymore; I am scared.” The taser scared me. I did not want to feel that again.

“Too late for that, dear, at least, for now; you have a contract with Green Oaks, plus don’t forget the Scholarship program.”

Steeling my nerves, “I had forgotten about the perks; I guess a little pain will be worth it.” What was I saying, a little pain?

“Exactly. We are doing good things for people; you don’t even know the half of it. I saw your face while we were at PBW and giving blowjobs to strange men. You loved it, but you were nervous. Being nervous is ok, and it is ok to be scared a little. But those are not necessarily a reason to quit.”

“Are we really doing good things at Green Oaks?”

“Oh yes, dear, hopefully, you will find out just how good today.”

“Ok, what you say is true. I am loving being a slut. Thanks for not letting me give up easily, mom. I am ready to go and apologize to Jim. I want to face this head-on no matter the consequences.”

“That’s good, dear. I knew you could manage almost anything. Remember that what you are doing is important, and to make you an offer to volunteer was not an easy decision on our part. I am proud of you. From now on, I will not hear anything about you wanting to quit. Put it out of your mind.”

“Yes, Mommy” I felt secure that my family made a good decision for me, and I considered a little pain acceptable. Well, for Yale, it would be worth it. Did thinking about punishment and the taser get me excited? I was getting wet. Or was that from when I sucked on dad? My heart was beating fast, and my mind had flashes of being out of control. Another wave hit. Yes, I was getting turned on by thinking. Don’t think, Don’t guess. The mantra seemed to work for so many different situations.

“We must hurry, dear, if we want to be on time. And have to Apologize to Jim. We need to get going. Brush your teeth and comb your hair. Let’s go.”

“What should I wear, mom?”

“No time – just go naked. Hurry up now.”

I was so glad that mom kept her car in the garage, which meant neighbors would not see me. I could not believe I was riding in cars naked now. It seemed normal—normal, what was that? My idea of normal was changing. The short ride to Green Oaks went too fast; mom made me drive again, so I had to talk to Jim.

“Oh, it’s you” Jim seemed upset at seeing me. Well, I had to start somewhere.

“Jim, I am so sorry for my behavior yesterday. Can you forgive me?” I certainly felt contrite.

“What EXACTLY are you apologizing for – SLUT”

At least he was talking to me. Now I needed to think about what the correct answer was.

‘“I made a mistake. I assumed you were getting a kick out of treating mom like that.”

“How was I treating her wrong?”

“As I said, I was mistaken. I am sorry.”

“Answer my QUESTION HOW WAS I TREATING her? That was WRONG”

My god, was he pissed. “You weren’t treating her wrong in any way; you were treating her as the slut she is. My mistake was still seeing my mom as I had seen her just the day before as a person, not a Slut. I am sorry, j-Jim.” I stuttered on his name. Could I see a softening in his eyes? Was I on the right track?

“I know now that my mom and I are sluts to be treated anyway someone else wants. We are just props or decorations. We provide a service but cannot expect anything in return. Is there anything I can do to help you or make you feel better?”

“Ok, how about a fuck?” What

“Jim, Sam has plans for Karla’s cunt. It is off-limits for now, per his decree. You can do anything else but not stick your dick in her cunt.” Mom put a stop to that. Calling out Sam’s name changed Jim’s attitude.

“Anything, huh? Ok, I will give you a choice. You give me a blow job every morning for a week or get hit with the taser three times in a row.” What a choice, pain or blowjobs. The question was not which was more accessible. It was which was better for me in the long run. Jim’s face was brutal to read. He came up with the choices. Why only three tasers were like he was trying to make it seem like the two choices were equal, I could be done with this apologizing now, or it would continue for a week.

I wanted it over with. Could I take the agony?

I looked at mom, was I supposed to think and make this decision? I flashed her three fingers, and she nodded in agreement. I made the decision, or mom did. Maybe we both made it together.

“I will take the tasers, Jim, Please.” I could not believe the word came out of my mouth, I looked at mom, and she had a smile on her face; I took that to mean I made the right choice. Plus, the look on Jim’s face was priceless. I did make the right choice.

“Ok, Karla, out of the car, Put your hands on the hood and spread your legs.” My pussy and ass were on display to Jim. What was he going to do? Zap my ass cheeks. “Argggghhhhh,” he hit me in my left cheek, and my body collapsed onto the car’s hood. My tits felt bruised from the impact. My legs were quivering, and the pain, well, the pain HURT, but there was something else to it and the erotism of the feeling of acceptance. And submission. It was like it was somehow connected to my sex centers. My pussy, my nipple, the back of my neck. Everything was firing at the same time.

I struggled to get back into position when I was there; Jim spoke. “Tell me what you are sorry for, Karla.”

“I am sorry for not respecting your position. I am sorry for thinking my mom, and I were special; I am sorry that I am making you punish me.”

“That’s better” Zapp, my other ass cheek, was shocked. It hurt as well, but I could feel my sex responding. What I freak I am; I am getting off on this torcher. I did not fall on the car’s hood this time, Just barely holding my arms straight. My knees are quivering. I wonder if he dialed the power down some. My pussy was much wetter, and my mind turned to thoughts of sex. I was a sick girl if I liked this.

“Thank you, Jim.” I thanked him for why I did do that. He liked it. I could tell as I looked at him over my shoulder. He was starting to smile.

“Ok, Karla, one more time. Zapp, “eeeooooowwwww,” that was the worst one of all. I was rolling on the pavement in a fetal position. He zapped my asshole. Directly on my sphincter. God, that hurt. My mind must have been pumping adrenaline and endorphins. After the initial shock, I felt perfect. The shock was unpleasant, but the lack of shock after was fantastic.

“Can you stand up, Karla?”

“Give me a minute, please; that was intense.” What an understatement. I was crossing my legs, rubbing on my pussy, and I felt like I was Cumming, my asshole was in agony, but I could not tell the difference between pain and pleasure anymore.

I felt mom touch my ass and spread my cheeks. “She looks unharmed. Can I ask what that last setting was?” oh, taser setting, my mind was starting to work again.

“I started on a five and went down to a four on the second one and a two on the last one.” What was the max setting a ten? Holy fuck, I wanted nothing more to do with tasers. I shuddered in orgasm as mom touched my pussy and pulled my clit. Well, maybe if something like this came up again, I would not refuse. Did I get my first lesson in pain? I was finally able to stand up.

“Thank You, Jim, for letting me apologize to you properly. I could still give you a Blow Job if you want.”

“No, not right now, but I have a break at 1:30. I would enjoy your company then.” I looked at mom, and she nodded that we could make that happen.

“Ok, Jim. See you after lunch” He seemed pleased with himself and had an air not there before. Did he get off on inflicting pain? Or was it a relief that I would not be a problem? Ok, Don’t Think. Don’t Guess. Just do what I am told. I will return at 1:25. I don’t want to be late.

Back in the car, mom asked, “How do you feel? That looked intense.”

“I feel fine, mom. I think I had an orgasm on that last one. But god, they hurt a lot. But it was strange.”

“I know exactly how you are feeling. I have been tased like that as well, and I came too. You can’t tell if it is a pleasure or agony. I call it the agony of ecstasy.”

“Mom, you were punished. What did you do?”

“Something stupid a lot like you. I refused to do something that I should have done.”

“Come on, mom, tell me what you do.”

“Ok, it was a long time ago. I refused to eat out a resident’s pussy. I got animated, and they tased me to calm me down.”

“That is not the entire story, mom fess up.”

“No time we are here. We need to go find Sam.”

“you will tell me later, ok?”

“Ok, I will tell you later. Sam will probably be in the gymnasium. Let’s go.”

He was in the gym on a weight machine doing bench presses. That was much weight for an old man. And his body did not look like an old man’s.

“There you are, Karla. Come here so I can look at you. June, you know your schedule, right?”

“Yes, sir. Karla has an appointment with Jim at 1:30 during his break.” Mom is taking care of me again. I love her.

“Very good. I will see that she makes it on time. Now leave us.” Wow, he dismissed mom like it was nothing, and mom just turned and left.

“Now, Karla. I see some questions on your mind you can ask. This is part of your training.”

What questions did I have?

“What is this place? Why are you here at an assisted living facility? You look as healthy as my Dad?”