If mom could only see me now Gaye thought, she would have a coronary. Then again, she might get turned on. Maybe that's what mom needs; a little of what I'm getting now and then maybe she wouldn't be so tight assed. Gaye laughed at the thought of her mother getting what Gaye was getting — stuffed with cocks at both ends. Billy Preston slamming his hard, black rod into her wet pussy while she fingered her clit and her mouth worked on the dark chocolate cock of a boy whose name she didn't even know. The knowledge that these two would be replaced by two more and two more after that — maybe even three if she decided to let them have her ass — sent shivers up and down her spine.

In a way she owed it all to her mother. If it hadn't been for her mother she never would have given her cherry to Jimmy who had then eased her into being a slut for his fraternity brothers. She looked over at the mirror on the dresser and saw herself being reamed at both ends by two black men and again wondered what her mother would look like in the same situation.

Gaye couldn't remember the last time she had a civil conversation with her mother. Since turning fifteen a little over four years ago Gaye's mother had constantly been on Gaye's case about one thing or another. It had started with the makeup. Gaye had gotten up one morning and had gotten ready for school. She had put her makeup on like some of the senior girls were wearing their's and when she got downstairs her mother had taken one look at her and had gone off.

"I don't know what you are thinking young lady, but you are not going to leave this house looking like that. You look like a tramp. Now get back upstairs and clean that mess off your face."

Gaye had tried to explain that all the other girls were wearing their makeup that way, it was the new style.

"You are not 'all the other girls' Gaye and I'll not have my daughter out in public looking like a tramp."

Gaye had gone upstairs and scrubbed off the makeup and then when she got to school she had gone into the girls bathroom and put it back on and she had done it that way every day since.

Next came the clothes. They were either too tight, too revealing, or just too stupid looking (especially the baggy pants with all the pockets) as far as her mother was concerned.

"Take those jeans off right now missy. You don't need to be exposing your navel and all that much skin."

"But mom, it is what all the girls are wearing. It is the only style that the stores are selling."

"If that is all that the stores have you can start wearing skirts and dresses, but you are not leaving this house half naked."

As far as her mother was concerned Gaye's blouses were too low cut or two tight. Her sweaters were too tight. In the summer her shorts were too short, "Honestly Gaye, have you no modesty at all? I can almost see your pubic hair."

It didn't matter what it was, her mother was against it.

"A tattoo on your ankle? Not while you are living in my house."

When she told her mother that she wanted to get her navel pierced she thought her mother was going to faint so she didn't even bother to mention the tongue stud she wanted. When every kid in school was getting there hair dyed green, pink, purple and wearing it in spikes Gaye's mother was saying, "Over my dead body" which had prompted Gaye to think, "I can only wish."

And her father? He father might as well have been on the moon. All Gaye ever got out of him was, "Just listen to your mother honeybun, she knows best."

Then there was the matter of curfew. She was seventeen and still had to be home by ten.

"But mom, the city curfew is eleven-thirty and all the other kids can stay out until then."

"When are you going to wake up to the fact that you are not all of the other kids? I don't care how other parents raise their children, I'm raising you right. You can not stay out late and do your studies and your homework justice. You get your grades up to A's and keep them there and we may occasionally let you have a late night out, but you will have to earn it."

"Come on mom, for Christ's sake, I'm seventeen now."

All that got Gaye was the familiar refrain, "I don't care how old you are young lady, as long as you live under my roof you will live by my rules."

It was when it came to boys that things became damned near unbearable for Gaye. It didn't matter who the boy was there was something wrong with him. Even though Gaye wasn't allowed to date until she was seventeen she still had boyfriends. They would come home from school with her so they could study together and as soon as they were gone her mother would tell her what was wrong with them. One would be "Too slick for his own good." Another would be "Too oily looking. He has shifty eyes, like he's trying to hide something." This one was "a loser" and that one was "Too trashy."

Once she had brought home a minister's son. Well-mannered, well-behaved, well dressed and her mother had said he was pretending to be something he wasn't. "If you were thinking sensibly Gaye you could feel the bad vibes coming off of him; I know that I did."

It irritated the hell out of Gaye, but in the long run it didn't really matter because Gaye didn't have strong feelings for any of them. That all changed two months after her eighteenth birthday and one-week after she had started college. Gaye met and fell head over heels in love with Jimmy. He asked her out, she accepted and three dates later she had given Jimmy her virginity. Her mother despised Jimmy and did her best to get Gaye to break up with him, but Gaye had reached the age where she fought back against her mother's wishes the only way she could. If her mother wanted it or approved of it Gaye was automatically against it. If her mother was against it Gaye was all for it. So, the more her mother ranted against Jimmy the closer Gaye got to him.

"He's no good Gaye, he's trash and you are going to find that out the hard way if you don't get away from him."

Gaye knew in her heart that the only reason that her mother was against Jimmy was that he was black. That her mother had been right all along became apparent the night that Jimmy had gotten her drunk and then sold her to his fraternity brothers. She hadn't even known it at the time she had been so drunk. Jimmy had taken her to a room and had made love to her and then had gotten up to go to the bathroom. When he came back they had made love again and then he got up again to use the bathroom. This was repeated several times and it wasn't until she woke up the next morning sandwiched between two basketball players that she found out that eleven of Jimmy's frat brothers had fucked her and that Jimmy had gotten paid to let them do it.

They showed her a video that they had taken that showed that she had loved every minute of it and so she had done it again, that time sober, to see what it had really been like. She had loved it and she had been the fraternity's punch-board ever since. However, even though she had loved it and was thankful that Jimmy had made it happen, she had never let him touch her again. The one time he had tried to join in on a gangbang she had told the other boys that if they wanted to keep her keeping on they had better keep him away from her and they had physically removed him from the room.

Gaye watched in the dresser mirror as the two black fraternity brothers plowed into her and again wondered what her mother would look like with a couple of black cocks in her body. Maybe she should make it happen. That would be one way to get even with her mother for her latest outrage. After a day of trying to make calls on her cell phone and being told she had no service she had gone home and asked her mother to call and check on it.