John Kellerman: Teenage sex slave

I wasn't really listening to Mom. But I'd heard the same old thing so many times. I was bored. We were sitting at the breakfast table and my right hand was in my lap. Mom talked and talked.

Slowly, without really thinking about it, I edged the hem of my skirt up and put two fingers against the warm, plumpness of my cunt-mound. I could feel the dampness through my panties. I moved one finger until it pressed the crotch piece up between my outer lips.

"… this trouble you keep getting in," Mom said. "There's no reason for it at your age Jerilyn. You're seventeen. You have everything a girl could desire. I know you missed having a father… that was tragic that he died before you could remember. But it was even harder on me." Cathryn sipped tea and put the cup down without making a sound. I never could figure out how she did that.

"… but we're very well off. I try to be understanding. I just can't guess what gets into your mind to make all this trouble at school. You must treat your teachers with respect. Even if you don't agree with…"

"They're a bunch of dummies," I snapped. My finger was getting a little slick with my cum-juices now. I stretched the silken crotchband to one side so I could wiggle a fingertip into the heat of my slit. I had to close my eyes for a second. But Mom didn't even notice. She was jabbering on and on.

"… and the company you keep. That Jenkins girl. I always thought she was maladjusted. I'd rather you find some nice boys to date. Why don't you ever date, Jerilyn?"

"Huh?" My eyes flashed open. I hadn't heard a word my mother had said. Because the way my cunt was starting to tingle made it hard to concentrate on anything else. I could even get a slight whiff of my musky juices as I worked my finger gently back and forth. I was panting and having a hard time covering my obvious excitement.

"Is something wrong with you, Jerilyn? You look flushed…"

"No… I'm fine. I didn't hear what you said." Cathryn got up and put her napkin beside her teacup. She had on a flowing breakfast gown. It was her own creation. An original. She'd made a lot of money on that one. She was so damned smart. I mean, how many girls could say that their mothers were as smart as mine? A fashion designer. A self-made woman.

That's what I was doing, I thought, trying to smother a giggle. Self-made. Making myself. I plunged the finger up against my clit and worked it in slow circles.

"Jerilyn! Are you listening to me?"

"No," I smiled. My ass had begun to twitch on the chair. I rocked my hips slowly from side to side, bit my lip.

"You are sick!"

"No! I'm fine. I told you!" I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and wiped them on my panties as I stood up. It wasn't easy to keep my balance. I was dizzy as hell from the itchy way my cunt was pulsing.

But Mom seemed satisfied. She went to the window and, folded her hands in front of her. She always did that when she was going to make some kind of proclamation.

"I think I'm going to have Nat talk to you…"

"Nat?" I shook my head, but Mom wasn't looking at me. She was looking out over the lawn.

"Yes, I think he would have a good influence on you…"

Nat was Mom's… friend. At least she always made him out to be just a friend. Because career women aren't supposed to have love affairs. Because Nat was quite a bit younger than my mother. Because… because…

But I knew better. I knew that sometimes Mom got horny. And when she did, it was Nat who left his clients to his three secretaries and came over. Nat was the best lawyer in Rutherford. And he scared me.

"I don't want to see Nat. What the hell – I'm sorry – for?" Mom didn't like me to curse. She didn't like me to belch. Or scratch. Sometimes I got the feeling she was ashamed that human beings had holes in their bodies where funny-smelling stuff came out.

"You will see him. I've made up my mind. This last business with your French teacher is unforgivable. Calling her a frog! Really!"

"I heard you call a Frenchman a frog once. Remember? I was ten and we were in Paris and that cabdriver…"

"That's enough, Jerilyn! That was different. That man had earned it!" Mom turned, winging her hands. "But poor Miss Johnson…"

"It's not as bad as calling a Jew a kike, is it?" I knew I was getting under my mother's skin now. She walked back and forth in front of the window. I saw the gardener coming to work.

"Nat told me he'd make time to see you this morning. Ten o'clock." Cathryn looked at her watch. "I've got to run. I'm getting ready for my trip to New York next week." She gave me a hard look. "And I don't have time to put up with any more nonsense, young lady!"

I shrugged. I wished I didn't have to see Nat.

"Sit down, Jerilyn." Nat came around his big desk. Nat had the tight, wrinkled eyes of a cowboy and a tan from playing lots of tennis. I guess he was around forty. He was slender in the hips with wide, muscular shoulders. He always seemed on top of everything. Not like my mom who was easy to buffalo. I'd put on my funkiest jeans for this meeting and a t-shirt that had holes in it.

"We've never talked much, Jerilyn. But I guess your mother has decided it's about time."

"Why do you let her decide," I started off. I always liked to get my jabs in quick.

"What about this trouble you've had at school…" Nat sat on the corner of his desk. So he was ignoring my jab… I narrowed my eyes and tossed my hair back over my shoulders so he could see my ratty t-shirt.

"Look. I don't even want to be here. I don't want to talk to you about anything!"

Nat got up and walked to the door. He closed it gently and came back to sit on his desk again.

"Do you smoke marijuana?" he asked out of the blue.

The question knocked me off balance. He was a lawyer all right.

"That's my business." I shrugged. "Okay… Sure. Who hasn't?"

I got up and started to pace. Things weren't going like I wanted them to. That dumb Miss Johnson was a lot easier to fuck over than Nat was. I drifted around, his desk. There was a framed picture of my mother beside his pen set. I picked it up.

"Is she any good in bed?" I glanced at him. For just an instant I thought I saw him get ruffled.

"We're not here to talk about your mother," he said. He took the picture from my hand and put it back down. He was standing very close to me. I got nervous.

"I've got to go," I said, heading for the door.

"Jerilyn! I don't think we've reached any understanding yet…"

"I don't want to reach an understanding," I snapped back. "Not with you anyway!"

His face colored just a little. I turned the blade a little.

"Next time you spread my mother's legs, why don't you just tell her you think I should be sent off somewhere. So I won't be around to disturb the orgy. Isn't that what you'd really like…"

He came around the desk so fast I didn't have time to get to the door. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it behind my back. It hurt plenty. No man had ever hurt me physically. I was scared at the strength of Nat's grip! My breath was tight in my chest. And a tingly glow spread across my skin. He jerked me around. I groaned. I tried to twist away from him but only shoved myself against his body. Another rush of strange sensations swept over my body.

I couldn't believe what was happening! I hated this man! And he was hurting me! But my cunt was hot and slick feeling as I flied to wriggle away from his steely grip.

"Be still!" he barked. The words went through me like a knife.

I was panting. My eyes fluttered open and I looked up into Nat's face. My legs shook so hard I thought I was going to fall to the floor. Nat held me up… held me against his body.