Chapter 4

Barbi sure was nervous as Tyrone parked the car in the driveway. She wasn't sure what to expect. Sure she had seen the pictures of the kids and Tyrone had filled her in on her life as best as he could have but she really did not know anyone in this town, or anywhere else for that matter. She had tried to find out about her past on the ride from town but there really wasn't much there. According to Tyrone, she came from a long line of prostitutes, at least 8 generations back. From what Tyrone told her, the Hoare (her mother's name) women were blessed with a hyper-active sex drive and an inherent desire to breed like rabbits.

The reason her mother had abandoned her was two-fold. One, that she enrolled in a high school. Apparently she had broken family tradition by going to school. That would have been ok but for the fact that Barbi knew who the father of her children was. Apparently no one in the long line of Hoares ever knew who the father of the babies was, and according to Candi (Barbi's mother) this was such a shameful act that they packed up and left town to go live on the other side of the country. Though that seemed to satisfy Barbi's curiosity to an extent, she felt there was so much more that Tyrone was not telling her. She didn't doubt that he was wrong though, since it had been only a few hours that she'd been in Tyrone's presence and she was feeling antsy, feeling wet between her legs. She knew she had to wait though, as Dr. Matthews had warned them of no sexual activity for two weeks.

Nervously Barbi stepped out of the car unsure of what to expect. As she walked through the doors of her house, she felt a sense of calm come over her as if she belonged here. It was quiet and messy, just as she expected. She was eager to meet her children, more so Trinicia. For a strange reason she felt a connection with Trinicia, as if the two were more sisters than mother-daughter. She stood there as she saw Tyrone enter the house and close the door behind him. With a loud booming voice he said:

"Kids!! Your mom is home!!"

For a moment there was no sound, then she heard footsteps from upstairs coming down. She was greeted to the site of a beautiful 15 year old girl smiling and beaming at her.

"Barbi!!" Screamed Trinicia. "How are you??" she said as she rushed towards her and hugged her.

"Barbi? I'm your mom Trinicia" said Barbi.

"Oh come on!" said Trinicia. "You asked us to stop with the mom nonsense years ago. You don't expect us to start again, do you?"

"Oh, I guess not" said Barbi. She actually preferred to be called Barbi, it made her feel younger than she was. More like a sister to Trinicia than her mother. Trinicia spent about five minutes asking Barbi how she was, how she got herself into the hospital, trying to catch up. Tyrone in the meantime left the two together to go play his usual weekly poker game. Barbi asked about TJ and Trinicia told her he was out with his friends, and would be back either late that night or sometime the next day. The two continued chatting with Trinicia bringing Barbi up to speed with the events while she was gone. Then all of a sudden she made a huge fuss about the "ugly" clothes she was wearing. That brought Barbi's attention to what Trinicia was wearing.

Trinicia was wearing a white cotton tank dress. That was perhaps the most generous way of describing it. The more accurate way to describe it would be that material was so thin that any thinner and it would fall apart. On the shoulders, were spaghetti thin straps that came down to below the top of her boobs. From there, the dress took a deep U-cut where half an inch lower and her nipples would pop out. It was obvious to Barbi that her daughter wasn't wearing any bra underneath, from the way her nipples were protruding from underneath the top. The dress was completely backless, ending about an inch above her ass cheeks, and at the lowest it came two inches below her pussy. Again, when Barbi looked she saw Trinicia wasn't wearing any panties.

"Trinicia, why aren't you wearing a bra or panties?" she asked.

"Oh Barbi, don't you remember anything?" Trinicia replied.

"Uhm, no what?" asked Barbi.

"No one in town wears them. Daddy hates them, says they come in the way of a woman being used. He and Uncle Logan then made it a town-wide law stating that any woman caught wearing them would be put in prison for two weeks and not allowed to be fucked. No one has ever been arrested for that, but no woman wears them anymore." said Trinicia.

"Well that does make sense", said Barbi. "They do get in the way, they're just two extra pieces of clothing that need to be first worn and removed."

"Well enough of that nonsense. Let's get you out of these disgusting clothes and into some decent clothes" said Trinicia.

She helped Barbi out of the shirt and pants, quite unfazed and very comfortable undressing her mother. But on the inside she was very eager to see what her mother looked like naked. Very much bi-sexual, Trinicia was no stranger to a woman's anatomy but even she had to admit that Barbi had the best body by far of any woman in town. She did not have the biggest boobs, but she did have the firmest. She had the best ass in the whole town, one that all men and most women lusted after. Now in front of her, she could finally attest to the fact that Barbi had the most perfect figure she had ever seen. Her boobs were jutting out, standing firmly out like a porn star's. Her nipples were thick and hard, like her little finger. Her tummy flat and taut, leading down to the one hole everyone in town wanted to fuck. Not make love to, but fuck and fuck roughly. She invoked that kind of a passion in everyone in town, that everyone wanted to just jam their cocks up her pussy and use her and use her again. The women all wanted to thrust their fingers hard in and out of that same pussy. She knew before long they would all get their wish, but for now they all had to be patient. And they would be, based on the conversation and briefing from earlier in the day.

As much as she wanted to take those beautiful melons in her mouth and suck on them, Trinicia resisted the urge and took off her own dress, making Barbi wear it. The dress that made Trinicia look delicious and downright sexy made Barbi look trashy and quite simply, rape-bait. The U-cut came below her nipples which meant her nipples were on display constantly. The dress showed off a chunk of Barbi's ass cheeks, and didn't even hide her pussy which currently was hidden by an thick patch of pussy hair. Trinicia showed her displeasure and expressed her anger at the hospital staff for not shaving Barbi's pussy, a condition she then proceeded to rectify albeit taking three times as long, in the process making Barbi extremely horny.

"There!! Now you're ready for daddy to fuck you like a horny bitch all night, Barbi!" said Trinicia with a giggle.

Barbi giggled, her pussy flowing anew at the thought, but then remembered Dr. Matthews' instruction. She told Trinicia about that.

"You mean you cannot fuck for two weeks?" Barbi shook her head.

"You mean, just not in your pussy, or not even your ass?" said Trinicia.

"Not even my ass" said Barbi.

"I'm sure that doesn't apply to blowjobs, does it?" said Trinicia.

"No, no blowjobs either" said Barbi.

"Wow!" exclaimed Trinicia. "I've never seen you go without sex two hours, let alone two weeks. You must be miserable, Barbi"

"Well, I do need some release" said Barbi blushingly.

"Hey! Don't look at me! If the doctor said no sex, then no sex. I'm not gonna lick your pussy and ruin your recovery! Well, not for two weeks anyway." said Trinicia. The two laughed at that and Barbi felt more at ease and comfortable. The two continued to chat, with Trinicia bringing Barbi "up to speed" on the events of her life and gossip. The more the two talked, the more Barbi was getting comfortable with the idea that this was indeed, her life.

Trinicia took Barbi upstairs to show her the master bedroom. Barbi noticed posters of busty white women, all in the midst of gangbangs and cum showered upon them. That was similar to what she saw downstairs in the living room as well as on the covers of the dozens of DVDs she found lying about. Though she wasn't surprised, she was a little embarrassed to see the posters.

"I guess your daddy loves busty women, huh?" she said.

"Daddy loves busty white women, Barbi" said Trinicia. "And there's no bustier white woman than you in town" she added.

She led a blushing but proud Barbi to the closet and pointed out her clothes. Barbi looked at the handful of clothes on the hangers. Gone were all the sensible clothes and the jeans, all underwear and clothes. Replacing them were a few clothes quickly put together by Tara, all similar in design to what Trinicia was wearing; deep low cut tops made from flimsy material that would show off over 80% of her boobs, and the most they'd cover would be an inch below her ass cheeks. Looking for footwear she found only one item - a pair of flip flops. For a moment Barbi thought about questioning Trinicia about them but noticed her daughter wearing a similar pair, so she let that go. Quietly, she removed the dress Trinicia gave her and put on a matching dress and the flip flops.