J. Watson - Gang-raped sisters

Beverly didn't feel meek. She felt mad as hell, but she knew her mother's moods and knew that any more resistance to her wishes would prove futile.

There was nothing she could do except agree and go upstairs to her room. Connie was sitting on her bed.

"I heard," Connie said sympathetically.

"I hate her," Beverly said, falling down on her bed. "She's always sticking her nose in."

"Do you, really hate her?" Connie asked. "Yes."

"Then I know a way to get to her. I know a way that she might never say anything to us again."

Instantly Beverly was all ears. "How?"

"We could blackmail her," Connie suggested.

"Shit," Beverly said. "She's never done anything to be blackmailed for. Mother's the perfect woman."

"But she's still a woman," Connie said. "And a woman has needs."

"What kind of needs?"

"Sex needs," Connie replied.

"Sex?" Beverly said, astonished. "Hell, Mother hasn't been interested in sex since the year one."

"Oh, she's interested," Connie said. "She just won't admit it to herself."

"How do you know?" Beverly asked suspiciously.

"Because I've seen her looking at the boys who come to pick me up. I've seen the hunger in her eyes. Especially if it's Danny Bridges?"

Danny Bridges. Beverly remembered a tall, good-looking boy who wore his clothes tight so that his pants always bulged around the crotch. From the look of his clothes, he had a good one.

"He is nice," Beverly admitted.

"He's dreamy," Connie said. "And he'll do me a favor if I ask him."

"You me… him and Mother?" Beverly said.

"Yes."

"But Mother would never consent to do anything with him. Never."

"Yes, she would," Connie said. "But we have to go about it in the right way. This is our plan."

Beverly put her head together with Connie and listened while Connie told her what was going to happen. It was an amazing plan and Beverly agreed that it just might work.

Tabatha Parham was mad. She'd been mad for days. She was mad at Beverly for acting the way she was and making their family a joke around town.

"Leak at her," she had heard someone whisper that very afternoon. "That's Sissy's mother."

"Oh?" another said with arched eyebrow. "You mean the little whore?"

Tabatha felt a cold chill go down her spine. She couldn't understand Beverly. She couldn't understand how her daughter could allow herself to be used that way.

Sure, Tabatha went along with her duties as a wife.

She remembered the night before when her husband had been in one of his moods. She had kept pushing him away, but he'd kept insisting so finally she gave in. She was cold, of course, as he slipped his hard prick into her cunt. Cold was the way any lady should act.

But there was something wrong with her. To allow a man to have his cock inside of a cunt when the girl wasn't married was horrible.

Tabatha went about her housework and decided that she'd try and put Beverly out of her mind.

She had punished Beverly by making her come straight home after school, and there was little else she could do to keep her spirited daughter in line. If only Beverly were a little more like her older sister Connie.

Tabatha seldom thought of Connie any more. For one reason, she didn't want to remember that Connie was now in college. For another reason Connie hardly ever gave her any trouble. Connie was a sweet girl. Of course, she did date some vulgar-looking boys.

A momentary glimpse of Danny Bridges flashed through her mind and she blushed red.

She especially didn't like to think of Danny Bridges. She didn't understand her feelings when she thought about him. He was young and strong, and damnably handsome, and there was something about him that made her feel strange. Perhaps it was the vulgar way he wore his pants so tight. Why, you could almost see his thing.

Tabatha tried to do her housework and to get her mind off her problems. But her mind kept coming back to Danny Bridges and his tight pants.

What the hell was wrong with her? It was vulgar even to be thinking about his pants.

That afternoon, Connie came home early. Connie told her mother that she was preparing for a date.

Tabatha didn't think about who the date would be with until she saw Danny Bridges walking up the driveway.

She found her eyes drawn back to the place between his legs. Again he had worn those tight trousers, and she could see the outline of his limp cock. Even limp, it looked larger than any cock she could have imagined.

"Mother?" Connie called from upstairs. "How about talking to Danny for a few minutes? Ill be down in a jiffy."

Tabatha didn't want to talk to Danny. She was afraid to be around Danny. But she tried to be a dutiful mother as she led Danny into the living room.

"Sit here," she said. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thank you," he said. "How about you just sitting and talking with me?"

"Oh." Tabatha blushed red. "You don't want to talk to an old lady like me."

"You're not old," Danny said. "And I certainly do like talking to you. You're a really pretty woman."

Tabatha told herself not to be a damned fool and get all excited about Danny's compliment. She had a curt remark on the end of her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"I'm not really pretty," she protested.

"Yes, you are," he said. "You'd drive the boys at college wild."

She told herself that now was the time to walk out of the room. But she couldn't. She couldn't seem to leave Danny. Just looking at him was exciting her more than her husband's touch.

"Why don't you come over here and sit down beside me?" Danny asked.

Again she told herself not to be a damned fool, but she found that she was slowly standing and walking over to the couch.

"It is kind of hard to talk over there," Tabatha said, but she knew the real reason was that she wanted to be near him. She wanted to brush up against him a little.

"You know," Danny said as she sat down. "I really like long-legged women. I bet you've beautiful legs underneath those pants. I'd like to see you in a skirt."

She'd almost said she'd change for him, but she caught herself just in time.

"Don't talk about my legs," she said.

"Why not?" he asked. "Don't you like compliments?"

He put his hand on her knee, and she felt tingles go up her thigh. She couldn't help herself. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Please," she said as his hand traveled up her thigh.

"You like it," he said. "I can feel you trembling."

He put his arms around and drew her to him. He kissed her hard on the lips. She felt her breath quicken and her thighs grow warm.

"I'm a married woman!"

"Shit," he said softly. "Being married don't stop up no holes."

She knew that he was being vulgar and that she ought to slap his face, but then his lips wore pressed against her own once again.

She couldn't fight him. She couldn't push him away. His hot tongue probed at her lips. At first she wouldn't open her mouth, but he continued to probe and finally she opened her lips and admitted him.

His tongue drove into her mouth hard and quick. His strong hands were on her cheeks, and he began to drive his tongue in and out of her mouth like he was fucking her.

She became excited like she'd never been before. She moaned with pleasure as his hand started squeezing her tits through the cloth of her blouse. She pushed away.

"Oh God!" she said. "We've got to stop! We can't do this. My daughter's upstairs and shell be coming down any minute and we can't…"

His hand still massaged her titties.

"You want to fuck," he said. "I know it."

"Yes!" she moaned. "But we can't. We can't! Not while my daughter's upstairs."

"Yes, we can," he said.

He pushed her backwards on the couch and he was an top of her. His experienced fingers undid the buttons on her blouse.