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Sister's Pimp Chapter 7
Megan and I agreed to postpone our little tryst until things calmed down a bit. I had my obligations to fulfill towards Tracy and her mother, not bad duty I had to admit. Megan had to figure out a plan for handling the Bross brothers. As she so bluntly put it, she wasn't about to become their "stickum". Any pussy those two got from her had to be earned. She did however like the idea of matching up the Bross boys and Tracy Klunder. That just gave me more incentive to get on my horse and give little Tracy a taste of what real fucking was all about. Megan also had the bright idea of going over to the Bross residence and seeing how Karen was doing in her new role of neighborhood nympho. She checked her calendar and saw that she was open for a few hours later on today, which would dovetail nicely with her plans.
My curiosity got the best of me and I queried her about her previous customer. She laughed and told me a strange story, but come to think of it, we were all living in a strange world, so what the hell! He turned out to be in the military, which figured based on the haircut and the scar. He's married to a woman who also is in the military. Normally they get together perhaps for a month out of each year. Otherwise they're on their own. His wife is bisexual, which doesn't bother him in the slightest. In fact sometimes it gives him a chance for some extra pussy if the timing is right.
They have an open marriage and it manifests itself in a strange contest that they hold throughout each year. Every month they exchange trophies of their latest conquests in the form of used condoms if it was hetero, and unwrapped ones for his wife's female conquests. Her best score was forty-seven condoms, all but four used, and she claims many of them more than once. That was the time she seduced her colonel and wound up being forced to entertain his friends, all fellow officers, as well as doing him on nearly a daily basis. Her husband, on average, pays for about half the pussy he gets. He's somewhat handicapped because his wife is built and a looker, while he is just an average looking guy. His best score was a paltry thirty-two condoms, and she has been riding him about that for years.
We needed to go our separate ways for the rest of the day. I made a phone call to the Klunder residence and arranged to meet with Tracy once she returned from school. As it happened the little tramp had a hot date after class and didn't drag her cute little butt home until it was well past dinner. Naturally Ruthie had to pay a late fee, and so I took it out in trade. She had to strip to the skin so I could see how she was progressing in her battle against the bulges. It was evident that the idea of going after my sister was motivating her in a positive way to get back into shape. I decided to get a little kinky and had her put her hands behind her back and kneel in front of the easy chair I was occupying. When her trampy daughter finally put in an appearance she discovered her mother, in the nude, giving me some serious head while I watched the evening news.
The new Tracy jumped at the chance to watch her mom in action. Soon she was sitting on the arm of my chair playing with her new hairdo and watching my cock disappear and reappear from between her mother's lips. She started running her mouth like a teenager, which was what she was, come to think of it.
"Wow! My mom gives good head. You really have great self control! When I go down on the boy he just shoots off all over my face in no time flat. I have to learn how to make them last longer so I can get something out of it as well. By the way when are you going to check out my moves like you promised? I have another date tonight or I'd let you do it now.....Oh, oh! I'll bet you came over to do that and I wasn't here. I'm sorry, but mom never told me you were coming over after school. It's all her fault. I hope you make her suck until her eyes cross for doing that to you."
There was no doubt now that Megan had created a teen sex monster who was feeling friskier by the day. I knew that if I didn't get my ass in gear, some acne case was going to pop her cherry before I could. If that happened both she and her mother were going to be in deep doo-doo. By now Ruthie was trying to swallow my balls whole and her daughter was glued to the action. That chattering wasn't doing anything for my erection and gradually my cock went from rock to steel to soft wood over a few minutes despite Ruthie's best efforts to keep it firm. Without another word the girl hopped off the arm of the chair, patted her mom on the head like she was the family dog and headed for her room to change for her next date.
Ruthie was still bobbing up and down on my newly hardened cock, thanks to her fast tongue and lots of saliva. As luck would have it, yours truly was emptying his nuts through the head of his prick when the teen sex monster pranced into the room to show off her latest tramp-slut outfit. We were too busy with adult things to even give it a glance, so she frowned and flounced to the door to wait for her latest conquest to escort her to some quiet place where he could undress her and check out the goodies, at least as much as she'd allow this evening. Meanwhile Ruthie gargled my cum and swished it around in her mouth before swallowing it with a loud smack of her lips.
I guess she wasn't expecting to have me put her over my lap and whale the tar out of her for screwing up my schedule. She kicked and struggled for a time, then settled down and took it like the hot-holed sexual predator that she was. The realization that she was probably going to bed my sister even before I had the opportunity, made my spanking all the more heavy-handed. Her bottom was crimson and swollen by the time I was satisfied with my efforts. Then like the neurotic head-case that she was on occasion, she invited me to come upstairs and put the boots to her in that nice comfortable bed, for my usual fee of course. I was sorely tempted, but decided my time would be better spent on other things.
When I got back home there was a message from Karen Bross on my machine. She had finally worn out the army of sex-crazed teens, including her two sons, who had given her a pounding that she'd long remember, at least until the next one that is. We chatted and discussed Megan's conditions for employment. Karen had no problem with them and so we agreed that starting the next evening Megan would assume her new position. I would attend the kickoff meeting so that the boys knew what the ground rules were for this task. As for Karen's relationship with her sons, that was an issue between the family members and I had no interest in becoming involved unless directly asked by my client. I made sure she understood that in that case my fee would go up due to a change in the scope of work.
Next I called Mrs.Pat Carmody to arrange our first session. She sounded a bit insecure and so I engaged her in conversation to see what the problem was. To no one's surprise, breaking the physical relationship she had with her two boys was causing her some serious grief. It was truly astonishing that two of my clients would be having almost identical difficulties with their sons. Without revealing any confidences I casually mentioned that Megan, my sister, who was a fully qualified sex therapist, a little artistic license I'll admit, was currently dealing with a similar situation with another of my clients. I hinted that she might be interested, for a fee of course, to take on Mrs. Carmody's sons as well. She made no commitment, but it was quite obvious that she would spend some time mulling over the proposition before coming to any kind of a firm decision.
While I had been on the phone, there had been quite a bit of foot traffic moving back and forth from the front door to the upstairs bedrooms. Most of it seemed to be the highschool crowd, with a smattering of adults. I turned on the tube to get some ball scores and the canned news that never told you much about what was really going on these days. What sounded like a herd of wildebeest turned out to be a group of pimply-faced kids coming downstairs after getting their cocks sucked by a professional who knew what she was doing, to wit my mom. So it seemed both of my moneymakers were pulling their weight this evening. I was tempted to give mom another roll in the hay, so to speak, for her increased production, but restrained myself; after all I had to treat her like any other whore in my stable.
From the looks of things Megan was getting overbooked across the board, which meant I needed to add another worker or put some pressure on mom to get with the program a whole lot faster than I had originally planned. I started thinking about letting her have a boob job, maybe some liposuction treatments, vaginal rejuvenation and some minor cosmetic surgery that in toto might take ten years off her face and body. I wondered how much the surgeons might take in trade, then thought better of that idea. It would be smarter to float a loan and hope that the investment paid off quickly.
Deciding to strike while the iron was hot, I went upstairs to mom's room. Her last customer of the night was taking his leave and looked rather satisfied about how things went inside the bedroom. I knocked and was told to enter and make sure I had my ten bucks ready to fork over. I smiled and entered, catching mom off guard. I liked her outfit, it reeked of the good old days when moms wore girdles and bras with stockings that hooked to those rubber torture chambers. Today's generation of raincoaters and strokers had never seen garments like this, but when they did, it touched some primordial nerve endings. My mother was rapidly becoming an underground sex symbol for all those guys who never could get laid while they were in highschool. How could one ever get depressed with his lot in life if his mom was always around ready to suck his dick for a mere ten bucks a pop?
We had a nice chat and I confess there were times when I wanted to unhook that ugly pink bra and peel that uglier pink girdle off her plump body so I could get at her goodies. Mom was ecstatic about the opportunity to be reborn in a sense, and promised she'd become the best moneymaker in my stable. I was beginning to wonder if perhaps I'd greviously misjudged my downtrodden mother. After all, the few stories I'd pried from Megan painted a super grim picture of that last year with dad, the pervert. Mom had taken a brutal beating over that year and not just in a metaphoric sense. One story in particular I'll never forget. Mom got so desperate for dad's cock, in fact for any cock, that she let him tape her being fucked by a dog in exchange for giving her a brief screwing that lasted no more than five minutes and left her almost on the verge of suicide.
(To be continued-rolf palsy)
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