Heather Ch. 02

Chapter 2: The COVID Year

Part 1 : Heather and Tammy Round 1

Shit-fuck.

Julie went back home. Heather hoped she would clear up whatever was going on with her family. Heather didn't want to go home. Frank made Heather an offer to live with him rent-free, sort of. All she had to do was stay topless most of the day in a "free use" situation, which did not include sex, just groping and maybe a once-a-week pussy licking. In addition to covering all expenses, Frank would pay for Heather's at-home tuition. She could take classes by computer and drive the Audi with nowhere to go. With Frank being limp, he told Heather she could fuck anyone she wanted, the condition being that she told Frank all the juicy details. She confessed about her affair with Julie. Frank chuckled. "You can have male lovers."

Julie locked herself in her room while at home. She, too, took online classes. Imagine communicating with your own father for an hour a day on the computer, when he is just in the other room. Julie started an online cam show. She would give viewers tips on jiggling naked breasts and inserting foreign objects into a vagina. It wasn't a credit course.

Julie sent Heather a video of herself. She put on a magic show, making a 10-inch dildo disappear in her twat followed by a sword-swallowing demonstration with the same item. The screen read "Hitomi." She alternated between her holes. Heather realized that Julie just liked tasting pussy juice, even if it was her own.

That night, while in bed, Heather turned to Frank. "You remember my friend Hitomi?"

"She is tough to forget. She was your lover?" He queried.

"Yes, she sent me a video." Heather shared the video with Frank while playing with his balls. Heather was fascinated with this aspect of the male anatomy. Her kisses on his dick did nothing, even while watching her girlfriend pleasuring herself. She was secretly cheering on COVID because it provided her with a sense of security.

Heather made good use of her time and Fred's generosity. She spent most of the day on the computer taking every course she had time for and a few she didn't. She became a jack-of-all-trades very quickly, across computer science, medicine, law, and accounting. She had moved from being a Barbie to a rocket scientist. She missed waking up with Julie's face hard at her butterfly. Heather now had to do her Kegel exercises alone.

Vaccines eventually come out. Heather knew her free ride might soon be over even though she was now sleeping in Frank's bed. He still couldn't get erect, but he did get some blood flow. Dr. Heather suspected it was his meds. She wasn't sure whether to say anything, not wanting any changes. She had moved into a new comfort zone.

Heather got the shot the same day her mother called. Tammy had a private home gig for some "entrepreneurs" in Gary. She needed another stripper. Who else do you call if you need another stripper other than your daughter? Tammy would take care of the boys should they want sex, and Heather would just strip and give touchy-feely lap dances. They had a lot of cash and tipped like drunk rappers at a strip club, which is basically what this was. Heather was guaranteed $1,000 just for showing up and stripping. There should be more tips on top of that. It was COVID. Quality strippers were hard to come by. Some of the guys remembered Tammy from years ago. The Escort agency still had her contact information, although ownership had changed hands.

Heather got Frank's permission to go to Gary, Indiana, with her mother. She let Frank know she would strip and give hands-on lap dances to a room full of black guys while her mother gave them happy endings. Frank permitted Heather to engage in sex as part of their agreement. He added, "Take notes. I want a full report when you get home."

Heather had never done anything like this before. She considered this bonding time with her mother, who had deserted her as a child to go fuck her way across the country or whatever she did during her absence. Heather bought a cheap, sheer baby doll outfit. It was light blue like Julie had worn in East St. Louis. Heather thought it looked better on her than it did on Julie. After she bought it, she opted to go with her standard stripper outfit. Save this for later.

On the drive over, Tammy explained the ground rules. "I had dealt with these guys before. I want to take all the cum loads. We are paid by the load. I can manipulate my mouth and hands to allow a guy to come, but not shoot his entire load. Basically, I jerk a guy off into my mouth. The jerking action is what makes him cum. As soon as I get a little precum, I stop jerking, but my mouth stays around his dick, so he thinks the problem is at his end. This way, they'll want a second round, or even a third. Take notes. Quantity is good. Jimmy B, who heads this "business group," likes anal. He has a big dick. He will want to fuck one of us in the ass. I will handle it, and yes, it will hurt, but it is the price of doing business. Don't be surprised if the guys get a bit rough. When I blow them on the second round, I will use "Taint" finger.

Jesus. Another person who wanted Heather to take notes. Heather didn't have a notepad and didn't imagine re-bonding with her mother would be so fucking complicated with so many rules. She didn't ask how her mom had acquired such a skill set and acquaintances. She was scared to ask. Heather eye-balled her mom's outfit. She was wearing a naughty schoolgirl-type thing: a plaid skirt, a tied white top showing off her belly button, and pigtails, which her mother called "love handles."

"Taint Finger" what the fuck is that? Heather was perplexed.

"There is a small triangle under the balls and before the anus. Push it. It is like a magic button."

They pulled up to a brick-and-mortar apartment building, with expensive automobiles parked on the street. "Seriously?" Heather asked.

"Wait until you get inside. And by the way, they don't know I am bringing my daughter. They are going to love you. I will try to keep your asshole virginity intact."

Another Hallmark moment mothers will go to for their daughter. Heather thought. She had permission, but ass-fucking would be new to her, outside of some ass play with Julie. Since they were splitting the money evenly, Heather didn't mind if her mom insisted on playing cum dumpster.

Tammy was correct; the inside did not match the trashy outside. The guys were sitting around in comfy chairs watching porn on an 80-inch screen. The kitchen appliances included a bill counting machine. There were wrapped and stacked Benjamins. No telling how much, but Heather trusted her mom to make a dent in it.

They offered the ladies a seat. "Who is this tasty young thing?" one of the guys asked.

Heather's mom answered, "That is my daughter, so keep your black dicks out of her."

The guys ooh and aah at the fact that they had a white mother-daughter team. Never before in the history of Gary, Indiana...

Heather was shocked at how tough her mother talked to six men in the wrong part of town. She couldn't help but notice how her mother sat with one leg on the armchair, giving nearly the whole room a white panty upskirt except the guy on her right. He got up and walked over to take a look.

"You naughty girl," he said, standing and gawking.

It wasn't as if these guys weren't going to see it all. This must be a guy thing.

Heather was a bit more conscious about giving it all up early. After all, she wasn't wearing any panties. She picked up on her mother's cue to tease, a mental bond that they must have shared through DNA. Heather would cross and uncross her legs frequently, allowing a quick glimpse of her nearly bald pussy. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward when they offered her a drink, giving the longest, most sustained look at the sweet spot. Meanwhile, her mom was just airing things with her leg rocking up and down across the armrest.

They chatted. The guys liked to brag about how much money they made, their gold, and what celebrities they fucked. They felt overly comfortable around Tammy, who knew their operation. Heather was just learning about their various criminal enterprises, wondering if "she knew too much," like in the movies. For a moment she thought they were going to be fish food in Lake Michigan. Her fears went away when her mom chimed in, "Do you remember our last coke party and how that hooker OD and you wanted to use my car to dispose of the body because your Mercedes was too fucking nice?"

Nothing like a mother comforting her daughter. Another fucking Hallmark moment. Heather thought. Where was this woman when I was growing up?

"Speaking of which," Tammy continued. "Do you have any coke for your dancers? It really helps loosen us up."

Who was this woman? Heather was learning things about her mother she would rather not know. Jimmy cut some thick lines and handed Tammy a straw. She did a couple of lines and tried to hand the straw over to Heather.

"Hard pass," Heather said. Just when she thought her mom couldn't shock her more.

Jimmy B. handed Tammy a brick of Benjamins. "There is enough there to cover the dance, sex for everyone, and a little extra because you brought your daughter."

Heather estimated it was 10 grand, and half of that was hers, and they were just getting started. Mom was finally coming through. Better late than never, making up quickly for lost time.

The girls stood up in the center of the room. "Music?" Tammy said.

"Oh, and one more thing." Jimmie B. continued. "This is my son, Jimmie C. He is going to flash a few stills for the guys to have as mementos; they can show how loyalty pays.

Tammy was feeling the coke and just wanted cock to care about the pics. Heather said, "Great idea. I wish I had thought of that. Can you send the photos so I can show my boyfriend?" That was not the response anyone expected. The guys loved the fact that they were fucking some white guy's girlfriend.

Jimmie C. nodded, then turned to Tammy and said, "Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Brandy Taylor?"

"All the time," Mom replied. "I think it is just the tits."

The music started up, and the girls had at it. The music was fast-paced. Heather moved quickly, flashing nipples. Her mother didn't let the music distract her. She bent over, lifting her skirt to the guys on one side while shaking her cleavage at the other side. A moment later, the panties were off and the top undone. Tammy was not wasting any time showing off her tits and ass. Heather followed her cue and hiked her skirt up to her waist. The guys went wild over her smooth pussy. Heather winked. "It tastes like vanilla," she teased.

Tammy removed her top and picked up the pace. Her triple D jugs moved as if they had a mind of their own. She was airing them out. Heather decided she should let her tits out too. They had less movement. Mom whipped out the baby oil from the back of her skirt. Heather thought, WTF does every stripper carry baby oil up their ass? She oiled up her daughter's tits. Heather acted like they did this all the time as she oiled up her mother's boobs. She was thinking about Julie, and maybe they should have invited her. A three-way money split. Hmm, maybe next time.

The skirts followed as the women were completely naked in front of the guys. Heather danced in heels, while Tammy somehow lost hers and was comfortably barefoot. Was that allowed? Heather realized her mother was a rule breaker. The shoes were the least of it. Tammy reached for Heather's pussy. Heather instinctively drew back. Tammy whispered in Heather's ear. "Go with it. This is what they paid extra to see."

They felt up each other's pussy and were soon on the floor licking each other. Another Gary, Indiana first, no doubt. Heather was already in too deep to back out; she didn't want to disappoint with so much money on the line. Her mother's hair was coarser than Julie's silk. She kept getting hair in her mouth and was politely spitting it out.

Meanwhile, Tammy was making a show of eating out her daughter. She wanted to make sure Jimmie B. got a good look at her tongue working her clit. Had this happened before Julie, Heather was sure she would have been traumatized. She felt more relaxed when the song changed and they got up off the floor. Norman Rockwell missed his touching family moment.

It was nude lap dance time. Tammy started on one side of the room while Heather did the other. They rubbed their naked bodies all over each player, placing their tits in their face. The guys pawed at their breasts when not sucking on them. Fingers freely touched their pussies, with some insisting on sticking their finger all the way in so they could taste them.

About halfway through the lap dances, the pants started to drop, and the dicks sprang loose.

The lap dances became trickier for Heather, who had to be careful not to get penetrated. Her mother was not as cautious as dicks slipped in and out of her while she sat on the laps, essentially giving every guy a brief fuck. It was Heather's task just to make them hard. She was a fluffer for her mother. Heather sat on Fat Tony's lap. He was a bit rough on Tammy last time around. His protruding stomach and equally small dick made penetration of Heather impossible, but didn't prevent him from roughly jamming his rough, keyboard-calloused finger in her slit. Heather gave out a quiet "Ouch." She leaned back on Tony and whispered in his ear, "You need to be gentle. Wet your finger first and then you can finger fuck me."

Heather gave Fat Tony a deep kiss, something she didn't do for anyone else. She reached around and gently grabbed his naked balls. Tony suddenly calmed down. She had charmed him, but it wouldn't last long.

Jimmie C. was snapping pictures of Tammy whenever she had a dick inside of her. She was now on Snow's lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. Snow wasn't a general like the rest of the guys, just a street dealer. He was the top earner. Tammy's pussy was his reward. "Fuck that Cunt! Fuck that Cunt! Tammy cheered on. Heather was once again shocked by her mother using the forbidden "C" word. It was a de facto code word that, when a woman used it, established an unwritten permission structure to be rough. This is what the clients wanted to hear.

Tammy felt Snow was about to pop. She got off his lap and went to her knees and vigorously stoked his cock into her mouth. She suddenly stopped stroking and just held it in her mouth as Snow dropped the first part of his load. Tammy winked at Heather. Her plan was in operation. Heather motioned her mother to go over to Fat Tony. She was playing with his balls. His dick was touching Heather's wet pussy. He was about ready to explode.

Heather moved off Fat Tony as Tammy crawled over in front of him. She licked his dick. Heather watched as Tony grabbed her mother by the "love handles" and growled, "Suck that dick Bitch! Suck it. Suck it good. Get all of it." He grabbed Tammy by the head and shoved his dick in her mouth. Tammy made some gagging and slurping sounds for effect. All fake, for the sake of Tony. She managed to look at the camera, sucking on the side of Tony's dick. She gave Heather a very quick wink and a thumbs-up to let her know she was fine and in control--another half-ass load.

Heather had been working on Lil' Dre. While on his lap, she was rubbing his cock on her wet pussy lips with only minimal penetration. He was the next mark. Tammy had two successful repeats under her belt; Lil' Dre would be difficult. He did not want a bullshit blowjob; he wanted to fuck pussy.

Tammy explained, "My mouth is better than any pussy you ever had."

Dre responded with one word: "Pussy," and then added, "On the floor, with you on top and your daughter on my face. I want to taste that vanilla ice cream."

Tough crowd indeed. Tammy looked at Heather.:" Are you up for it, Sweetie?"

After having her dripping wet pussy touch every dick in the house, Heather couldn't wait for someone to eat her out. She had not acquired the professional orgasm control of her mother. She was what working girls called a "slut."

Tammy mounted Dre as Heather sat on his face. The women were facing each other, rubbing each other's boobies. It wasn't as if this was the first time Heather got her tits rubbed by her mother in a room full of black men. But it was the first time there would be a photo. Finally, Heather was in the picture so she could prove to Frank she was really here, not somewhere else cheating on him. Dre's thrusts made Tammy's tits wiggle. His hands were on Heather's clit as well as his tongue. His tongue didn't have to do anything as Heather wiggled herself on it like a small wet penis. She came over his face, and was thankful it wasn't a gusher, just some stickiness. Speaking of being sticky, Dre came in Tammy in an orgasm where Tammy couldn't limit the load. As Tammy moved off of Dre's shaft, she dribbled sperm down her leg and onto Dre. She needed a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up. While she was gone, she did a few more lines. After all, she felt she deserved it.

In Tammy's absence, Heather was once again stroking another mark. This time it was on the sofa. Shadow was Jimmie B's right arm and enforcer. Heather was used to being felt up and had her rubbing dick technique down. Rather than go back on her knees, Tammy lay down on the sofa to suck off Shadow. Her face looked better on camera. She lay naked across two of the next players, Jimmie B and Gray Man. Tammy had one foot on the floor, giving the guys easy access to play with her pussy while she blew their partner in crime.

Heather took this time to relax. She sat next to Lil' Dre and politely asked, "Do you mind if I play with your balls?' Dre thought Heather liked him because of his tongue. In reality, Dre was the one who got away from Tammy and might need some arousal if there was going to be a round two of funding.

Tammy took her time on Shadow, playing to the camera. The dick had a lot of girth to it and didn't fit anywhere easily. Sure, Tammy had handled bigger, but was thinking ahead to her ass fucking and wanted to limit her discomfort. Tammy did a number on Shadow, who always treated her well. She licked the sides of his dick and even sucked his balls while guys took turns fingering her dripping pussy. Jimmie C's camera was working overtime.

Heather watched her mom during this "Take Your Child to Work Day." Dre was squeezing one of Heather's perfect tits (Just ask her). Now and then Heather would give Dre's dick a gentle kiss. He was in heaven, ready to get married and quit the gang.

Tammy finally got down to business on Shadow's dick as she stroked him into another semi orgasm. For those keeping score at home, that was three loads swallowed and one in her pussy. It was time for another bathroom trip and another line. Funny how coke does that to you.

The guys got up and moved around. Some put their pants back on. Dre stayed naked to make himself available to Heather.

Gray Man was next. He was Jimmie's arms man. Tammy knew better than to fuck with him. No partials. Tammy sucked Gray Man down to his balls. She gave him exaggerated slurping noises. There were all kinds of ball and cock licking. She was worshipping his rod.

Jimmie B would go last. Knowing he was going to fuck Heather's mom in the ass, Heather sat on his lap, allowing his penis to rub on her pussy lips. She wanted to spare her mother some agony despite their weird re-bonding exercise. She broke protocol. She decided to suck Jimmie B's dick. Not enough to come, but enough to make him harder than Chinese Arithmetic.

She called over Jimmie C. "Could you take a picture of me with a cock in my face? It is for my boyfriend."

Jimmie didn't question. He snapped a few photos, including one that clearly had Heather's face with a black cock in her mouth bulging out her cheek.

Gray Man exploded a week's worth of Cum in Tammy's mouth. She caught it all and then let it ooze from her mouth. She used Gray's dick to paint it all over her face.

Heather could tell Jimmy B was ready and stopped fellating him. She took mental notes on the paint job.

Tammy needed another bathroom trip. She doubled up on her lines. She was now ready for her ass pounding. She came back and assumed the position on all fours. She had greased up her ass while in the bathroom while Heather made Jimmie's dick wet. The guys gathered round for the climax of the evening. Jimmie eased his big dick into Tammy's ass. It was wet with precum from daughter's gallant self-sacrificing rescue effort. Heather sat between Dre and Fat Tony with her legs draped over theirs, giving the room a wide view of her pussy. Their hands and fingers were busy as they took turns fingering her pussy. Her tits were well massaged. She had a dick in each hand, slowly stroking them.

Jimmie looked over at his boys working Heather's pussy and shot his load in Tammy's ass. You could almost count the strokes he did on one hand. It was anticlimactic, to say the least. The girls cleaned up and got dressed. The guys were mumbling amongst themselves. They took their brick and were headed out the door when Jimmie stopped them.

Part 2: Round 2

"How about we go another round for another brick until all my guys are spent?"

Tammy hesitated. "We really need to get going. I don't think we have the time."

Heather added, "Yes, Dad will be home soon and waiting on us. We can't go home smelling like sex with sticky faces." This was a big lie. No one was waiting. Tammy hadn't seen her husband in decades, and Heather hadn't seen him since before COVID.

Jimmie knew Tammy lied all the time. But for some reason he trusted Heather. "I'll pay you double if you blow off your husband."

Tammy had already blown off her husband for nothing decades ago. She would have done it for half a brick. She bargained for a little more. "And you will toss in an eight ball. I take it you still deal in snow."

The coke was a minor expense. Heather locked the three bricks of cash in the trunk of the car, hidden in the spot that should have had a fucking spare tire. The girls went back to work again. Heather assumed her role as a fluffer for mom, jerking guys, getting felt up, and doing some face sitting. Tammy had changed her technique. She was more aggressive to get the guys drained of cum. She employed the taint whenever she could. Heather took note.

Tammy got on the floor on all fours. Anyone up for a pig roast? She quickly had two dicks in her. Snow was fucking her from behind while Fat Tony was getting sucked off again, grabbing a hold of Tammy's pigtails.

Heather did more than just masturbate the guys; occasionally spitting on their dicks, she became a cheerleader for her Mom. "Suck that Dick, Bitch! Swallow that cock! Eat his cum!" She followed that up with a repeated chant of "Fuck that cunt."

The guys were enjoying listening to Heather swear. They joined in the cheering with all kinds of obscenities. Dre suggested Heather do some face sitting. The rest of the guys took turns lying on the floor as Heather shoved her pussy on their lips. While some guys ate pussy better than others, Heather determined there was no bad way to lick her pussy. She enjoyed serving the boys in this manner. She had found her calling in life. Professional Face Sitter. She had the sweet-tasting pussy for it and healthy too, filled with prebiotics. In for a penny, out for a face sit.

It took a while, but the guys finally got around to ass slapping. Tammy had expected it as soon as she said the word "cunt." Tammy loved a good ass slapping. Being spanked turned her on. Of course, what didn't? Tammy swallowed Tony's second load. Tammy cheered herself on: "Slap that ass!" Another dick soon silenced her. Jimmie C., the cameraman, took his place. He couldn't stay out. Tammy was compensated too much to call a foul. Tony took his turn on the floor. Not that he was still aroused, just because he felt left out, not having Heather sit on his face. As far as the gang went, no one knew what the fuck Fat Tony did; he was just always there.

While the cameraman was busy getting a blowjob, Heather did a 180. She decided to try coke. Just a little bit and only once. Her mind got a rush. She felt powerful and invincible. Shit-fuck, no wonder Mom wanted some to go. She was emboldened. She went up to Jimmie B and used her hot breath to whisper in his ear, "If you let me wash your dick, Princess Vanilla will suck it."

It was hard for anyone with an XY chromosome to resist. Jimmie had already sanitized his dick after pulling it out of Tammy's ass, but what the hell. Heather lathered up and stroked that huge black rod. Jimmie's eyes rolled back in his head.

Recognizing his vulnerability, Heather sweetly added, "Can I get an 8 ball too, please?" She really didn't know how much coke that was, but her mother got one with no issue. Bad habits are fun.

Jimmie agreed and added. "It is customary to the provider that you do your first line off his dick."

In the living room, Tammy had changed positions. She was on her back. The guys had swapped positions with Jimmie C, balls deep into her hairy cunt. She had a cock in her mouth and another in her hand, swapping back and forth, sucking dicks like a real porn star. Where the hell did mom acquire all these skills?

Heather was conflicted. She wanted to both watch her mom get gangbanged, and she wanted to suck Jimmie's cock.. Cock sucking won out. She did a line off of Jimmie's dick. This was the only time she was glad he had a huge penis. She wanted to show off her BJ skills, emulating mom. She did the obligatory ball sucking, shaft licking, followed by jerking his cock while she sucked the head.

Everyone was having fun. Jimmie looked at Princess Vanilla and asked, "Hey Princess, can you deep throat?"

"What?" Heather pulled Jimmie's dick out of her mouth and placed his balls near her mouth and cock next to her face. His dick extended past the back of her head. Heather explained, "It is called the Law of Conservation of Mass and Space," recalling only half of her online Physics course that she barely passed. "In layman's terms, she continued, "You can't put ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag."

Jimmie smiled. "Other girls do it by simply putting their head back." The gauntlet was tossed. Heather had a sexual challenge. They had initially planned to use a bed, but Heather wanted to show her mother she had skills, too. Besides, she liked being admired. Princess Vanilla indeed.

Heather laid her naked body on the small kitchen table. She could barely fit all of herself on it. The guys could not decorate outside of gold-plating everything. She hung her head over the edge. Jimmie spoke to her, "Okay, Princess, first relax the throat muscles and breathe through your nose. You are going to learn to sword swallow."

There was some initial gagging, but after four tries, Heather was able to get her tonsils tickled with a big black bad cock. She was so proud of herself, hoping her mother was watching with envy and pride. Alas, Tammy was too involved in the guys rotating their cocks around her various holes to notice. She was also getting ass fucked again. The guys were loud, cheering, ass slapping, and high-fiving. Heather knew the 'Suck it cunt" shouts were directed at Mom. It turned her on. Mom was the life of the party. She had her calling. She was using her Taint Finger, making the guys explode in her mouth early and often.

Jimmie was enjoying this Vanilla deep throat more than ass fucking. Take that, Mom! Giving a great blowjob was the key to success, according to Tammy. With Vanilla's pussy wide open, Dre was lapping up her juices. Heather was oozing with sexual desire. Dre took advantage of the situation and placed his cock at her pussy, working it in. Heather stopped everything. "I hate to be a Bitch, but this wasn't part of the deal. I would need another 8 ball for that."

Jimmie was too ready to pop to argue. He went to the fridge and dropped a one-ounce uncut brick on the table. "This should cover all of my boys." Jimmie got drugs cheap from a West Coast biker gang. High-quality stuff. They serviced Des Moines also since it was a good layover spot. The gang was known for hating blacks. It was a ruse to throw off the heat.

The dick went back into Heather, or Princess Vanilla as she was known to the gang. Heather sucked Jimmie as he got off before he could deep throat again. She moved her act with Dre onto the floor, next to her mother. Two pussies and two mouths side by side for their choosing, all bought and paid for. Pick a wet hole. Dre was now fucking the love of his life. He couldn't believe how tight she was. Sweet. Heather had another trick up her sleeve that her mom could not do. To be polite, Tammy's pussy was built to accommodate large men with ease. Not that her last regular boyfriend had to strap a board to his ass to keep from falling in; he just joked about it. Heather had developed her pussy muscles while she was with Julie and her special exercises. She could flex her pussy and grab a dick like a hand. Dre was her first victim, ever.

"Holy Shit!" Dre exclaimed as he shot his load. "Princess Vanilla has the best pussy in the world. Guys, try this out!"

Heather was going to earn her ounce. A line formed behind her pussy. They were not interested in her newly found cock sucking ability or fucking her mom in the ass. After Dre, it was Snow, who had come at least twice by now. She did her pussy trick on him, and he was done within a few minutes. She was not allowed to get up and clean out her snatch before the next car in the train. Heather didn't pay attention to who was fucking her. She looked away, knowing they would quickly have a happy ending as the loads piled up. Even Mom watched in amazement. She took in a deep breath in motherly pride. In less than an hour, all the guys had cycled through, maybe a few twice. Gray Man, Shadow, Snow, Jimmie B and C, Dre and Fat Tony all dumped at least one load into her magical pussy. It looked like there was a quart of cum on the carpet. That stain was not coming out. The guys were spent. "Is that all you got?" Heather bragged. In reality, she was a little sore and glad this was over. Her take was half the thirty grand and an ounce of blow, most of which she gave to her mom as a finder's fee. She had photos on her phone and was now a legend in the Gary hood.

Tammy and Heather examined Jimmie B's large penis before they left. She lifted his dick and showed Heather a triangle between his balls and anus. "Right here, she pointed and pressed. His dick sprang up like magic." A teaching moment.

Heather made it home. Frank was eager to hear about her day, unlike most boyfriends. He was so considerate. Heather had to shower first. Really shower. All those hard-to-get places. Princess Vanilla was covered in cum and baby oil. She was thinking of doubling up on birth control.

Heather returned squeaky clean. She was naked with her phone. She handed the phone to Frank while she played with his balls. She started chatting about the strip dance they did, even mentioning licking pussies with her mom. She talked about being felt up during the lap dances and how her pussy played fluffer for her mom's controlling mouth and the half loads.

She went on about how Tammy satisfied the guys one at a time with her mouth, ass, and pussy. She mentioned how she helped her mom with Jimmie by lubricating his dick with her mouth. Then she proudly mentioned how her mom got them to spend a ton more money to do it all over again. She forgot to mention the coke.

The second round started with Tammy in a pig roast. Their photographer joined in, so there were no more pictures. Frank was scrolling very slowly. He stared at Heather's mom's monster tits and could see where she got that from, but couldn't understand the bush. Heather had very fine blonde cunt hairs and very few of them, looking smooth and bald. Tammy had a forest.

Heather continued about being spread-eagled on the couch with two brothers helping themselves to her body while she held their cocks. She got giddy when she mentioned how Jimmie B taught her how to deep throat eleven inches of cock. Heather believed she could do a bigger one. She was even more excited talking about how they called her Princess Vanilla and discovered she has a magical pussy that everyone wanted to fuck. She couldn't recall all the loads she took. Even Fat Tony fucked her. Frank could see what he looked like with his cock in Tammy's mouth.

And what happened, then? Well, in Indiana they say -- that the Grinch's small penis grew three sizes that day. Frank hearing about his girlfriend and her mother being gangfucked and looking at Heather with a huge black dick in her mouth, cheeks puffed out, and her breasts protruding, Frank got hard. Heather didn't wait. She wrapped her mouth around his dick and gently stroked him into her sucking mouth. She didn't want to ruin the moment by trying to mount him. Her hands kneaded his balls. They grew firm. She went slow at first, making sure he stayed hard before she felt comfortable increasing her strokes. Frank had a happy ending as he came in his companion's mouth. She pulled his cock out and painted her face with his jizz. She had indeed taken notes. Thanks, Mom.

Frank sat up and gave Heather a big kiss, face paste and all. He said two words.

"Marry Me.