Chapter 43: It's Like This

"Okay, back where we started," the driver opened the trunk and peered down at his passengers. He helped Kathy and Mommy out of the rolling grease pit, "now you girls walk on home and have a nice day."

"Yes, Sir," Kathy said wearily, "we will."

"Looks like y'all got a welcoming committee," the driver hee-hawed as he got back in the battered black car. "See you next week," he waved as he drove off.

Kathy gulped as she gazed toward home. A gang of her "dear" brother's friends gazed back, their mouths hanging open as they ogled the nude women.

"Oh, my God," Mommy groaned. "We're going to be the laughing stock of the neighbourhood."

"What are we going to do, Mommy?"

"Just start walking," Mommy gritted her teeth. "Don't look right, don't look left and don't say anything. They probably won't want us once they get a whiff of how dirty we are."

"I FEEL dirty," Kathy whined. "Where's Christi? She was supposed to meet us here with nylons and heels."

Mommy and Kathy walked down the middle of the street, between the teens

who lined both curbs. Judging from the looks on their faces, many had never before seen a woman with knees and ankles uncovered.

The serious little boy who spotted Kathy and Mommy earlier rode up on his bicycle. "Wow, now your all dirty, too." he scolded, "your mom's are going to be mad at you."

"What's the matter, Kathy," a teen jeered, "get a run in your stockings?"

"Mama Mia," another hooted, "those are some spicy kneecaps!"

"What y'all been do," a visiting country cousin held his nose, "wallerin' with the hogs! SoooEeee!"

Kathy could feel the red rising in her face, but she locked her sights on home and marched toward her front door.

"Hey, gorgeous," one of Mommy's regulars called, "get cleaned up and get dressed. We'll gang bang you after dinner."

"Okay," Mommy mood brightened, "just give me an hour to freshen up. Thanks, Philip," she licked her lips, "you just made my day."

"Well, at least you have something to look forward to," Kathy sighed, "all I'm going to do is soak in the tub until I get all this slime off me. But," she looked around, "where's Christi?"

"I don't know, Honey," Mommy replied as they neared the front porch, "I hope nothing's wrong." She stopped and turned to her daughter, "You know, we really should rinse off before we go inside."

Kathy looked at Mommy. Her hair was a tangled mess. She was covered in streaks of black and gray oil and miscellaneous crud from the filthy trunk. Her breasts were ringed with livid purple bruises and, well, she certainly didn't smell fresh. "I think that's a good idea," she smiled in agreement. "We certainly don't want to track this stuff on your new carpet."

"The garden hose is out back," Mommy walked around the side of the house then stopped short as she entered the back yard. "Christi," she exclaimed, "are you all right?"

The pretty blue-eyed brunette was on all-fours beneath the family's amorous German shepherd. "Chris," Kathy tried not to laugh, "what

happened?"

"Well, it's like this," Christi smiled meekly as the big dog tried to free himself from her tight box, "I was squatting down to turn on the lawn sprinkler, like your mom asked me to, when this big fella hopped on and just made himself at home."

"How long have you," Kathy shook with involuntary laughter, " I'm sorry, it's just you look so silly! How long have you been, uh, stuck like this?"

"Oh, about an hour."

"You poor dear," Mommy giggled. "I'll squirt him with the water hose, that'll get him off you."

"Oh, no," Christi demurred, "he's a good doggie. Yes, he is," she reached up scratched his furry neck. "You're a good doggie and Miss Christi's gonna give you seconds as soon as that big ol' knot relaxes. Yes, she will."

Mommy rolled her eyes and turned the water hose on Kathy instead. The backyard soon rang with laughter as the spray tickled the slender blonde and washed away the crap that clung to her pale white body.

"What a day," Kathy exclaimed as she took the hose and began to rinse Mommy, "nothing could top this."

"What the heck's going on here?" A big male voice boomed from the back porch.

Kathy almost dropped the hose. "Hi, Daddy, you're home."