Alternative Plot One

A thousand conflicting thoughts and emotions whirled through my mind. My whole life was turned topsy turvy. By the time I got to the cabin, I had calmed somewhat. I met Bill at the car.

He said, "Honey, are you all right? You look like you've been crying."

I said, "I have been. Helen had me beaten with a cane. I'm all right, though."

"That does it. We're getting out of here right now. Fuck the damn job!"

A part of me panicked. I reached out and placed my hand on his arm and said, "No, let's see this through. We've gone this far. You were right; we need this job. I can take whatever Helen can dish out." Bill studied me with great curiosity, trying to read me. The normal part of me tried to figure out where that statement had come from, for I wanted out of there fast. I now realize that it wasn't Helen's threat that made me want to stay. We could easily get away. It wasn't the job, either. It was Helen. I wanted Helen to correct the injustice in my boring life. Bill seemed to see or sense it. He said, "Okay, if you're sure. Just say when you've had enough, and we'll be out of here."

I said, "No, I want us to make a commitment to see this thing through, no matter what, and I expect... no... I insist you hold me to it."

"All right. We're staying the full week. I won't interfere, I mean that."

"I don't want you to."

"The kids will have to fend for themselves."

"Of course. Come on; I'll help you unload."

As we unpacked our things, Steven lay sprawled on the bed with his magazines. Jenny helped me. As I bent over a suitcase, Jenny said, "Mom, what are those stripes on the backs of your thighs?"

I blushed and stood straight. Steven, Bill, and Jenny awaited my reply. I looked nervously from one face to another and decided to tell them the partial truth. I knew Helen would be exposing me to further outrages and thought I should brace my family. They were going to see a side of me that I didn't even know existed. I said, "I was given a beating with a cane. I'm all right."

Jenny looked tearful and cried, "Why? Who?"

"It's all right, Jenny. Helen Cummings had it done to put me in my place. I got a little smart with her and made some threats. She taught me a good lesson."

Steven looked up with interest and said, "What lesson?"

"To behave myself while we're here and not give anyone a hard time. Believe me, I won't, and I strongly suggest you guys do likewise. These people are serious, but they're here to have fun, not hurt people. We need to keep that in mind."

Steven said, "Was it fun?"

I looked at his amused face and said, "No, it was not fun. They took off my shorts and panties and hit me between the legs. It was not fun in the least."

Jenny winced and made an agonized face, but Steven was even more amused, saying, "Wow, they hit you in the cunt!"

Bill said, "Steven, that's no way to talk to your mother."

Steven's words thrilled me. I tried to act serious and calm. I said, "No, Bill, let him say what he wants. We can't be enforcing our normal rules in this place. You can't very well let a boy look at stuff like that [indicating the magazines] and expect him to call a vagina a vagina, or treat women, even his mother, with any respect." I looked to Steven and said, "To answer your question, yes, she hit me in the cunt."

Steven's face lit up at my use of the foul word. Jenny cried, "Mom!" Bill looked equally shocked. They've never heard me say "shit," much less "cunt." Steven loved it and said, "Really, did she get your clit."

Bill shouted angrily, "Steven, that's enough."

Again I stood up for Steven and said, "Leave him alone, Bill. He obviously wants to hear about it. I won't begrudge him taking whatever pleasure he can grab from this experience. I would much rather he enjoyed this stay rather than be traumatized by it." To Steven I said, "And yes, she did hit my clit."

"How'd she do it?"

"Helen didn't do it. She had a girl your age, a very pretty girl I might add, take off my shorts and panties and start whipping my ass and thighs. She gave me over a dozen hard hits, then brought one right up between my legs while I knelt on all fours." I found this confession very stimulating, but was not prepared to tell them what I was doing on all fours.

"Neat, did the cane go into your pussy slit?"

"Yes, it went right in the crack."

"Far out. Did you cry?"

"Yes, I cried a lot."

"God, I wish I could have seen that."

Jenny said, "Steven, you're awful. You have no idea how much that must have hurt Mom."

I walked up to Steven and ruffled his hair, saying, "I think he does, Jenny. He's just being honest. I appreciate that. If it happens again, I hope Steven is there to witness it. Who knows, they might even let him do the hitting. Would you like that, Steven?"

"Yes, I'd do it, too. I'd really make you cry."

I brushed hair from his eyes and said, "Yes, I'm sure you would, dear. I can't say I'm looking forward to it, but if it happens, I won't hold it against you."

"Even if I hit you on your pussy?"

I smiled, "Yes, even on my pussy, in my slit, on my clit. Are you happy?"

"Yeah, I can't wait."

That conversation with my son in front of my husband and daughter had my pussy leaking into my shorts. I knew I had to change the subject and my shorts quickly before further humiliating myself. I remembered Helen's bra and panty rule and turned to Jenny, saying, "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you too, Jenny. Helen said there's a firm rule: no panties or bras are allowed here. You'll have to change. They kept mine, but I still have need to change."

"Mom, all I brought was skirts and dresses and a swim suit. I can't go without panties."

"You have to, Jenny. I'm sorry."

"Well, we can't change here."

"It's that or outside. They want us to live in this fish bowl. We may as well make the most of this. Just wait till there's no one walking by and do it quickly."

"What about them?"

She indicated her father and brother. I said, "Come on, Jenny. We can't possibly hide from each other in this room, and I'm not sending everyone out every time you need to attend your toilet or change clothes. Hurry up now."

"Mom! At least make them look the other way!"

"Jenny, honestly!" I strode over and pulled her dress up over her head like I used to when she was a child. She fell right into her old way of lifting her arms for me. I tossed off her dress and pulled her bra off the same way. She crossed her arms over her compact mounds as I knelt and dragged her panties down, making her lift one foot then the other in bashful humiliation. While freeing her panties, I held her right foot higher than necessary. My eyes drifted to her crotch, inches from my face. I was suddenly paralyzed by the most exciting view of my daughter's pussy. I wondered what hers would taste like. Would her inner flesh feel differently than Helen's? Would the fine light hairs add or detract from the experience, and would her pink clit grow any bigger in my sucking mouth? I was startled from my fantasy by Jenny crying out, "Mother, please, put my leg down!"

I dropped her foot and stood. Jenny was trying to hide both her tits and her crotch. I tossed her a short skirt and blouse. I stripped naked and took my time finding something to wear. In the process, I gave everyone, even passers-by, a lewd exhibition.

Steven was a delight. He got on his hands and knees behind me and followed me everywhere. I slowly pulled on a pair of shorts, being sure to give Steven a good long look at my criss-crossed naked ass, not to mention my pussy. My awkward efforts were slowed by my overly-dramatic show of pain as I gingerly inched the shorts past one stripe at a time. I was rewarded for my effort by an exciting comment from Steven as he peered up between my legs. As my ass wiggled in his face, he said, "It's all red where she hit you in the pussy, Mom."

I said, "I wouldn't doubt that, but remember, pussies are reddish on the inside anyway."

"Yeah, I know, but yours is red inside and out, especially on your left cunt lip. I can see where the cane landed. It went across your clit to the right side of your pussy mound. I can see the mark through the cunt hairs."

I held myself in this exposed position and questioned Steven about my wound. He rewarded me with another long and lewd description. He even used his fingers to trace the area. Afterwards, I reluctantly hid his visual treasure and said, "Well, thank you very much for that commentary. I'm sure Jenny and your father appreciated it too."

I zipped my shorts and turned to face them, topless. I ignored their looks and searched for a tube top. I borrowed one of Jenny's and crammed my thirty-six inch tits into her thirty-two inch top. Jenny was dressed by then, so I suggested we explore the facility. We decided to pair off: boys going one way, girls the other. We parted near the fountain. Bill and Steven paused to look at the Venus. I overheard Steven remark, "She looks an awful lot like Mom, especially her tits and cunt, huh Dad?"

Jenny said, "Mom, how can you let Steven talk about you like that. He's being nasty on purpose."

"I know, Jenny. Boys are like that. Let him have his fun, dear. Who knows, you might even find something you like here. I'll tolerate that too."

"I seriously doubt that. This place is scary, Mom. These men look at me like I'm naked."

"You are under that outfit, and they know it. You better be careful how you sit or you are going to give somebody the thrill of a lifetime."

She smiled as we entered the clubhouse and said, "I already gave Steven his thrill thanks to you." She paused and said, "Mom, why were you looking at me like that... you know, down there."

We walked side by side pausing from time to time to study a painting or other object. I said, "You mean why was I staring at your vagina. I don't know, sweetheart. It captivated me. Frankly, I've never seen one so pretty, cute, and sexy. I'm just lucky the guys were there or I probably would have given it a very long kiss, and not a peck either."

"Mom!" She giggled, "This place is getting to you. Gosh, I never thought I'd hear you say something like that... Did you really like it that much?"

We had stopped before a large painting of a leather-clad dominatrix standing spread-legged over a bound young girl with the girl's tongue reaching into the woman's exaggerated vagina. I turned and grasped Jenny by the shoulders, looked deep in her eyes and said, "Jenny, I loved it and I'll try to look again and again. I may even try to sneak in a kiss from time to time. I'm just warning you. Sweetheart, your legs are not your finest feature, your pussy is. Believe me."

I could see her beaming through her delightful blush. She said, "I don't care if you look or anything, Mom."

"I'll remember that. Jenny, see that gentleman sitting by himself in the lounge. That's Mr. Peabody, the head of accounting. He's a nice guy. Why don't we go over. I'll sit in the stuffed chair facing his and you can sit on the arm. Here's your chance to show a man your pussy and test his reaction."

"Mom! I couldn't do that... could I?"

I took her hand and led her over, took the seat, and patted the arm rest. Jenny shyly sat with her knees tightly pressed together. I made introductions as Mr. Peabody smiled warmly and ran his eyes over both our bodies. We made small talk as Jenny's legs slowly relaxed and drifted apart. After three minutes, he was unabashedly looking right at her naked pussy. Jenny was unabashedly showing it to him. I talked while stroking my left hand along her right thigh. Jenny seemed to enjoy her first intentional exhibition.

Mr. Peabody enjoyed it also as he stared openly through the top half of his bifocals. Those glasses must have given him a clear view. His bermuda shorts testified to that. Impulsively, I let my hand drift higher up her thigh, pushing her short skirt up before it. Jenny softly cried, "Mom!" and laid her hand over mine, following, not resisting. I glanced around to see that no one was looking, then continued to mover her shirt up past her mons and angled my fingertips to her slit. I traced her pussy lips and said, "Penny for your thoughts."

Jenny was nervously looking around as he said, "I was wondering if it got any better."

I pressed gently outward against her inner thigh with my fingertips. Jenny let her leg drift out until her knees were eighteen inches apart. I used a finger to pull her right labia out and said, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"Magnificent. Look, why don't we move to the library. It's cozy and usually private."

Jenny gave me an anxious look. I said, "Lead the way."

Mr. Peobody led us past the TV room and into a small book- filled room with a small sofa, a desk, and a padded leather chair. He shut the door and said, "Have her lie down on the desk, please."

Jenny clutched my hand. I turned to her and said, "Relax, sweetheart. He's not going to screw you unless you want him to. He just wants a better look at your gorgeous vagina. Isn't that right, Mr. Peobody?"

"Jenny, no one here will do anything to you unless you let them. All you have to do is say no. Everyone here will honor a no. It's a golden rule. I just want a better look, okay."

Without waiting for her response, I guided Jenny to the desk and lifted her. I pushed against her chest until she settled back uneasily. I scooted her back and placed her feet on the desk-top, wide apart. I told her to lift her butt. Jenny lifted; I pushed her skirt past her waist and stood aside. Mr. Peobody had dropped his shorts and advanced between Jenny's legs stroking an impressive erection. My mouth watered. His eyes focused on her beaver as he knelt. Jenny was on her elbows, watching him study her intimate anatomy.