Chapter 2

Morning arrived with too much sunshine. Tina stirred and tried to rise. Her body ached. She dizzily and painfully showered and dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning dream boat!" Her father greeted her cheerfully.

"Uh, hi dad." Tina looked for her mother, and winced as she sat down. Her buttocks was even more sore than the rest of her. "Where's mom?"

"She had to take some items to the dry cleaner. I guess it's cereal for breakfast again. I told her I didn't need my shirts until tomorrow, but she said she wouldn't be able to take them any other time."

A nervous thought penetrated Tina's curiosity. She wouldn't have! Tina tried to convince herself that her mother wasn't already with another man. The possibility seemed almost inhuman.

"Hey Dad. I-I don't feel like cereal. Why don't you go to work now and drop me off at the donut shop near the laundromat? I'll have mother take me to school.

"Now that's was I call a seriously spoiled idea. Great! You little nixie. We'll have to hurry to catch her." He winked and they stood up to leave.

During the drive, Tina's father keep trying to strike up a conversation, but she feigned hunger and kept her thoughts to herself. This was crazy she told herself, but she couldn't forget how desperate her mother had sounded the previous day.

Tina's father sighted their other car as they drove into the corner store's parking lot. Tina jumped out and blew her father a kiss. She ran into the donut shop and waited for his car to leave then she dashed over to the dry cleaners.

The sign said closed, but she noticed the door wasn't locked. Tina took a deep breath and sneaked in. A little bell announced her entry. A rustling sound emanating from the back stopped. She silenced the little brass bell and ducked behind the counter. After a pause the rustling started up again.

Tina crept to the short swinging counter door and opened it just far enough to peek in. Far in the back she noticed a few hanging garments gently dancing. She decided to creep in further. She hugged a wall as she crawled on her hands and knees trying to keep behind carts of clothes. As she peered around the third cart she made her discovery.

Her mother was kneeling, naked, in front of an old chinese man. She was slowly sucking on his dick!

"Ahh, Mrs. Brady, you give such nice gift to old man on birthday. Wife bought me new laundry basket. Honorable son, gave me bill for Visa card. Only you know heart's desire." The asian fellow said gently. His pants were pulled briefly around his thighs and he lifted the front of his cotton shirt as Tina's mother filled her mouth with his dark penis. She stopped her tender sucking to reply.

"This isn't for your birthday, my friend, this is just a warm up. I've got the hottest pussy in the city to give you. Here, you can do anything you want with it. Happy Birthday!" Then Mrs. Brady turned around and lifted her tight ass for the old man's inspection.

He gasped. "Looks like I have present for you too!" He reached one hand in between her legs and began to jab three fingers into her anxious cunt.

"Oh god, yes! Play with my burning pussy. I'm so hot for you. Jam anything you want into me." Cynthia cried with lust.

"My my. Mrs. Brady. I have hand inside you. You feel like boiling ocean. So hot. You scald my fingers. Best I put out fire." Saying that, the old man bent forward as he pulled his pulsing hand free, and right into her steaming cunt he blew lungfuls of air.

Tina watched her mother shudder in delight. She was desperately trying to think of a way to stop this living nightmare, but her brain was clouded by the overwhelming sensuality of the two passionate people fucking right in front of her. She noticed her own body was curiously responding with a growing warm sensation just below her belly. Her own sex was becoming aroused! Tina panicked. She had to DO something.

The old man was straightening and had grasp his hardened penis as Tina crawled backwards out of the back area and into the entrance way. Just as the old man was about to thrust his prick into her mother's quivering cunt Tina shook the door firmly. The bell rang loudly, and she stood up and hollered. "Mom, are you in here?"

There came from the back the sound of muffled cursing. A surprised answer followed. "Tina, is that you?" Her mother called. "I'll just be a second. What are you doing here?" Mrs. Brady's voice sounded edgy.

"What are you doing back there?" Tina asked, stifling her own anxiety.

"Uh, Mr. Chow is just showing me some special processes." The ruffling of clothing belied her words.

In a moment her mother appeared, the old man grim faced behind. Their clothes were rumbled and Tina's mother's pantyhose displayed a wide run in them.

Anticipating an awkward discussion, Tina explained she needed to go to school. Her mother thanked the laundry man and then quietly apologized when she thought Tina's attention was on leaving.

The two women walked silently to their car. As soon as the doors were shut, Tina burst out. "Mother, how could you?"

"What?"

"I saw you and that old chink."

Mrs. Brady responded with a fierce slap to Tina's face.

"Don't you ever use that hateful word, young woman."

"Ow! You were going fuck him!" She accused blisteringly.

"I don't care if he was fucking you. If I ever hear you say that again, I'll kick your ass from here clear to back home. Do you understand me?" Her mother dared right back.

"No, I don't!" Tina yelled, then she shook her head and looked down. "Okay, I shouldn't have said it. I'm so angry. How could you do it? I'm surprised everybody doesn't know your such a slut." Tina braced for another slap.

"I deserve that, but don't blame my problem on the people I need to help me." Her mother responded. Hurt echoed in her voice.

"Mother, I'm begging you. Please stop it."

"I-I can't honey. I've tried. I've seen doctors and shrinks, and even confessed to a priest. Nothing can help me but a hard cock. You don't know how much I need them. I'm still terribly horny. Honey let me go back in there."

"No!" Tina begged, hoping to exert some influence. "It's not right. Mother, it's just not fair to daddy. I swear I'll tell him if you keep violating his trust."

Her mother recoiled at the desperate threat. "Honey, no. Don't ever tell him. I'll loose the only two things I've ever loved. You've got to understand. I'd go mad. I'd have nothing at all to hold me steady. The only thing that keeps my mind from dying from this crazy need is that I have you and your father to love."

"Mother, mother." Tina sobbed and buried her face into her mother's shoulder.

"Tina, please. Let me go." Mrs. Brady asked again as she hugged her daughter.

Tina suddenly stared into her mother's face horrified at the now clear unrelenting desire driving her mother into such a trapped existence. A terrible idea struck her, and she could only continue to stare into her mother's pleading eyes as she struggled to decide.

"Okay." Tina agreed with agonizing difficulty. "But... !" She began to marshall her courage.

"Huh?" Her mother responded warily?

"You have to take me with you." Tina finished speedily.

"What?"

"Mother. You have no control. Just look at yourself. If a man popped out from the back seat with a chain saw you'd beg him to fuck you before he sawed your head off. You need someone who can keep you from making really stupid mistakes. You need someone to protect you. And you need someone to cover for you. If you keep going like this you're bound to be discovered, or worse, killed!"

"No. No. I can handle it just fine. That's a terrible idea."

"You sound like an alcoholic. You're sick mother. Sex doesn't eat your liver or your brain, but if you keep your habit up, it'll damage you in the end."

"But I've managed this far."

"No you haven't. What about me? If you've done so well, how come I have to deal with your problem?"

"Tina. You don't know what you're saying."

"Y-yes, ulp, I-I think I do. I just don't want you to get hurt. If I have to watch you fuck ten men a day, I would if it meant dad and I would never lose you."

"But you have school, and people might get even more suspicious."

"Yeah, well I haven't worked everything out yet, but if you have go back in there, then I'm going with you." Tina said with finality.

Her mother hemmed and hawed. She was struggling with herself, but the burning glow in her eyes and even the noticeable odor of her lubricating cunt foretold her conclusion. "Okay. But let ME explain it to Mr. Chow. He's a very good man."

Tina gritted her teeth and agreed. What was she getting herself into?

They entered the shop together. The annoying bell clanged almost like a warning. Together they waited with uncertain faces for Mr. Chow to look up.