Paul Gable: Roped mother, raped daughter

"Man, that's rood, hot ass," Jack sighed, pulling his softening prick from her cummy asshole.

Joe had already slipped his cock from Betti's mouth and was looking a little guilty as he pulled his Levi's back on.

"Hey, kid, don't worry about it. We're gonna have ourselves a real nice time with this little bitch and she's gonna enjoy it – probably more than we do. Right, bitch?"

Betti lay fiat atop the hood of the Mustang, nun oozing from her mouth while more jizz trickled from her stretched shitter. Her whole body sagged, stretched by gravity. A gurgle escaped from her cum-filled asshole as she wondered what she had gotten herself into.

Betti and her mother were just finishing dinner that evening.

Kathy Watson didn't much like her daughter's friend Tina, thought the brother was on the brink of delinquency, and certainly didn't care for their mutual friend Jack. Still, she didn't want to interfere with her daughter's life. Kathy had worked too long and hard, she thought, in building up trust and communication between herself and Betti. It was especially important after that ugly divorce. She didn't want that trust destroyed now.

But that Jack… how he bothered her! The way he came around scratching his groin when he stared at her.

Fucking! The horrible word, the disgusting thought flared in her mind whenever he came over with Joe and Tina. And that had been more and more lately. Betti seemed ill-at-ease lately with them, something Kathy was both puzzled over and pleased with.

Perhaps Betti was outgrowing that trashy group, she thought grimly as she finished sipping her strong evening coffee. Kathy liked her coffee strong, something to perk her up. God only knows, she needed something like that to spice up her hum-drum life. Perhaps a man…

And then the image of Jack flashed through her mind once again.

"No!"

"Is something wrong, Mother?"

"Hm? Oh, no, no, dear." Betti was clearing away the dishes, careful sliding them into the dishwasher. It was another nice evening – too nice, perhaps. Certainly, too dull. That was the one thing Tina and her brother and that sorry friend of theirs seemed to provide for her daughter. At least, Kathy thought glumly, they brought some life into the girl's existence.

"I'm through now, Mother. I'm going upstairs to finish my American history homework."

Kathy smiled wanly, receiving a polite peck on the forehead.

Alone again, her daughter upstairs dutifully doing her schoolwork. What mother wouldn't give anything to have this happening rather than standing at the police station, wondering if her daughter was in jail? But still, something was missing. And Kathy knew what that something was. Her cunt ached for it.

Even now she could feel the flames of passion licking up her thighs – like a man's tongue, she thought, her fingers trembling against the coffee cup. She set the cup on the saucer with a nerve-jangling clank, drawing her knees together and working her thighs against one another until she could feel the sexy slide of her cuntlips against her clit. How easy it would be to sneak away for a while, slip off to one of those singles bars she had seen so often from the outside. Kathy knew she was still attractive. There were plenty of men out there looking for a little strange pussy. A drink, some polite conversation, then to a motel room for…

"No!"

At that point the phone rang. Hoping it was one of her friends from down the street, Kathy pushed those awful images from her mind and picked up the receiver.

"You Betti's mom?"

It was Jack. She could tell from the deep, arrogant voice. A chill swept over her as if the breath of hell itself had touched her.

"Yes. What do you want?" she said nervously.

"Whoa! You're ice tonight. Thus ain't like you usually are – you know, starin' at my crotch and all."

Kathy nearly fell to the floor, twisting the black coiled plastic cord in her fingers while leaning heavily against the wall behind her. What on earth did that punk have in mind? "Get off the phone. And if you come over, I'll call the police and…" He was laughing huskily. She could imagine him standing in the dark somewhere, the receiver tucked between his chin and shoulder while he was playing with his cock. She had received dirty phone calls before, and didn't doubt this was another.

"No you won't… not if you want to know what your daughter's been doing. Right?" Her heart froze, skipping beats like mad.

Did Jack have something to tell her? She wanted to run from that possibility. No doubt, it would be something she wouldn't like to hear.

"What do you want?"

"You, baby. Come on over to my place. I'm just a few blocks down from you. And come alone, okay? I got somethin' here you might want to see."

"Hello?"

He had hung up. Kathy slammed the receiver down. Should she say something to her daughter? Would Betti even admit to knowing Jack more than casually? Was this some sort of prank? Everything rolled around in her rattled mind as Kathy slipped quietly from the back door.

Kathy had no recollection of rushing down the street, nor of ducking down an alley until she came up to lack's house. He was there, waiting outside.

"Well, what do you want?" she asked coldly, squaring her shoulders and looking about nervously. In the gathering dusk, she was certain he couldn't see her concern and growing fear.

"Come in here… in the garage," Jack said.

Kathy hesitated for a moment, then stepped in behind the youth, keeping an eye on the door at all times. It was dark in there, so dark she accidentally banged one knee against something very hard. Almost immediately, Kathy was aware of someone else in the room. It stank of oil and gasoline, making her wrinkle up her nose as she started backing away toward the door.

A small yellow light came on near her, revealing Jack. He was holding something. A photo! Turning it, he pushed the picture into her face. Kathy's jaw dropped open, her mind spinning as she looked at the image. There was Betti, stripped naked, draped over the hood of some car. Her ass was red. Yes, it was Betti, even though the girl in the photo had her head turned from the lens.

"The little slut doesn't even know I've got this," Jack said, tapping it against his chin. "Just a kind of insurance – to make sure she comes to me alone."

"She… no, no, I won't believe it! You doctored this up somehow to… to get me in here. Well, it won't work," Kathy said. "I won't fall for this kind of… of filthy…"

She started to turn away when a hand lurched from the darkness and strong fingers gripped her elbow. Kathy found herself jerked back, yanked into the darkness while the door lock clicked.

"You… you won't get away with this. They'll find you… find you and arrest you for this!" Kathy threatened.

Someone was pawing at her dress. She jerked away, only to find more hands tearing at her collar. The woman screamed, half doubling over while flailing the dark with her fingers. It was when she stumbled forward and fell to her knees that she knew her game was over. Jack rammed his knee up into her chin, sending her tumbling backward. Her dress flew up around her waist, exposing her panties. Screaming, she pulled her dress down, crawfishing backward, her ass dragging against the cold, filthy floor.

Jack followed her, sidestepping her kicking feet, laughing cruelly at her. Kathy was about to say something when she felt herself bump into a set of legs. There were several young men around her – at least three, she thought, including Jack. When one figure dropped down, she saw it was Tina's older brother Joe.

"Oh, my God! He's got you involved in this, too?" she moaned.

"Sorry, Mrs. Watson."

"Ain't nothin' to be sorry about. You've probably wanted to fuck the old lady, just like you made the daughter suck your cock."