Sister's Pimp

                                      Sister's Pimp - Chapter 17

       The girl blushed and seemed unsure when I asked her to turn slowly so I could get a good look at that sweet ass. I squinted for effect; even though I immediately saw her gorgeous ass had been the target of what looked like either a paddle or some other blunt instrument that covered a large area of that superb bottom. I glanced over at her mother and raised an eyebrow, questioning what I was seeing, and what was this all about. Pat looked like a kid whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar. I waited for her to respond.

       "My cheating husband and I firmly believed in corporal punishment when it came to raising children. The boys got whacked almost every day for a number of years until they figured out it was smarter to at least try to behave than being constantly bent over having me or their father laying the leather to their behinds. Carly has been raised the same way, only the boys have become my surrogate over the past year or so. What you see now is nothing compared to what her cute little behind used to look like for weeks on end."

       "Her brothers were merciless, forcing her always to strip to the skin for her beatings and if she didn't hold her position, usually bent over and holding her ankles, they'd tie her down to their bed and take turns whipping her with a belt until her poor bottom was black and blue, and stayed that way for a week. Once the older thought it would be great fun to whip her little breast buds that were just pushing up. I took a cane to him and he couldn't sit down for a week."

       "That made me decide that he and his brother were not the best candidates to supervise Carly as she grew into womanhood. That's why you are here today. I've decided to trust her to your care, but she will remain at home during the process of training her in matters sexual."

       "I look upon this arrangement as a partnership involving the three of us. My boys are to be excluded, although I'm sure there will be times when they will want to play cowboys and indians with me. Naturally I'm always the indian and worse yet I have a map to a secret gold mine that they want to get from me. A couple of times they've gotten really close to making me tell, but so far, no luck."

       "On those particuar occasions my recovery required that I had to stay in bed for a couple of days and then walk with the aid of a cane, the very one they took turns using on me for the better part of a day when they weren't stretching my inner workings with all sorts of things besides their big cocks. Thank goodness our rules don't allow them to try and make princess Tonka talk more than once a month, or I'd be in the hospital and those demons probably in custody."

       "Starting at our next session Carly will join us, and we will remain a trio until I am satisfied that she is properly trained in the ways of the world. However I do allow you to add other female members of your organization to the mix when you deem it appropriate and I accept your recommendation. Do we have a deal? If so, I'll expect you in ten days, which I believe puts our meeting on the weekend. Of course I expect your fee to be raised some to accommodate my new requirements."

       At this point had Pat Carmody suggested that I reduce my fee, I might have agreed. Getting the opportunity to train a budding sex goddess and be the first to deflower her was a gift from the gods. Add to that her mother, who could hold her own with probably ninety-five percent of all the females in the world, and you have a situation most men could imagine only in their wet dreams.

       So far today had been pretty good, all things considered. There remained the little matter of taking care of those jocks who raped my client, but that could be addressed by a short meeting with principal Nailer, who hadn't changed much since I was a student at the school. Now all that remained was to take care of an obligation that was overdue to my dear old mother.

       The number of cars parked around the house was enough to make any cop suspicious about what was going on inside. We were suffering from an embarrassment of riches when it came to our bread and butter trade. I'd have to think about some way to reduce the number of cars parked within a block of our place. There was a parking lot four blocks away, but our clientele were not the type that would walk four blocks for pussy, especially in the rain or on a hot day. Maybe I could hire one of the local pimp wannabes that were always hanging around trying to score some free pussy, and let him chauffer our clients back and forth from the parking lot. A minor adjustment in our rates could cover this guy plus gas for his car.

       Then I had a brilliant idea; why not hire one of those whores in training as I called the local tramp drop-outs from school? Hire the right one and I could perhaps have another moneymaker working in the house in a few months, all broken into the way we worked and with luck able to generate her own customers, or clients as I liked to refer to those patronizing our establishment. This was one of those times when being a pimp was a most satisfying occupation. Was I glad I had sent a year in college! I was even happier that I got out when I did.

       Entering through the side door, I made my way toward the sitting room where our clients waited for Megan or mom to handle their needs. There were three guys waiting, none of whom I knew. This was another area, security, where we were asking for trouble. I had often thought it would be a smart move to see if any of the local law enforcement folks were interested in a part time job that paid well and had some terrific benefits  provided by our professional staff.

       One of the guys was in a talkative mood and so I sat down beside him and let him ramble. It turned out that one of his buddies was upstairs with mom and was getting some anal to start, then he was going to march her down into the bathroom in cuffs, and give her a golden shower while his buddy watched and beat off onto the hapless whore's face. I arched my eyebrow and gave him my bad-ass look. Then he floored me by saying the whore had been the one to suggest this to his buddy, and didn't mind getting the golden shower in front of an audience.

       Naturally I asked if I could join the crowd to witness the whore getting covered in piss. He laughed and said that I could even join in the fun and piss all over her as well. According to him she said the more the merrier. This was confirmed by the two others sitting here. I could hardly wait. My mother was going to have some explaining to do if what he said was accurate.

       About ten minutes later I heard mom's voice calling down to us that she was ready for her golden shower, and everybody was invited to participate. I led the gang up the stairs to where mom stood with only a smile on her face and her hands cuffed behind her back. Her client, a large gentleman with a big, thick but now limp cock, waved us on with one hand while her tweaked mom's tits with the other.

       Mom never batted an eyelash at my appearance, giving me a big welcoming grin and licking her lips in anticipation of what was to follow. Just before her client marched her into the bathroom, he jammed a finger up her asshole and pulled it out, now covered with his cum. Mom happily sucked it dry as if it were a little cock and asked for more. So I got into the act and without any permission from him or her, scooped a dollop of cum mixed with something else I didn't want to know about, and made her suck my finger clean.

       I got sucking, licking and a long drawn out groan of satisfaction after she made a big production of swishing whatever it was around in her mouth before gulping it down. I stepped back and let the other two guys have their fun as well. Almost against my will, mom's antics were making me hard. I wondered if she knew that the other two guys were probably going to tear off a piece of her asshole or die trying, another great reason for having some professional security guarding against just such behavior.

       The temptation was too great. When mom began to turn to head for the bathroom, her well fucked asshole with it's gaping brown eye still oozing a brownish dribble of some unknown composition seemed to be calling for my hand. In a blink of an eye she got a hearty swat across the rump, causing her to gasp and bringing a round of laughter from the group of guys, all with obvious hard-ons. We then proceeded to follow her swaying hips and gaping asshole down to the end of the corridor where the bathroom was located.

       Mom's client wanted her to lie in the tub, face up, so we could stand shoulder to shoulder and piss all over her bare body. I held out for making her kneel on the floor, her back to the toilet, and we'd surround her on three sides and piss into her face. When I mentioned that she should have her mouth and eyes open, they started grinning at the prospect of totally humiliating her this way. As one guy said, "She's only a whore and that'll remind her that she's a lower form of life."

       As one guy pointed out, the only problem with my suggestion was we stood a good chance of pissing on each other now and then. The other one, who had called my mom a whore, said we should strip and afterward she could lick off any piss that got on us. Then I added that she should have to lick up all the piss that got on the floor as well. That cinched it, mom was told to kneel, keep her mouth and eyes open and her head held back. The hard-ons made it difficult to get the piss streams started, but once that was overcome a good time was had by all, even mom, much to my shock.

       She took piss at point blank range, splattering all over her face and into her mouth, choking her as plenty made it down her throat and some of that went into her windpipe. For my own perverted reasons I concentrated on painting her open eyes with my offering, forcing her to turn away, which only meant another marksman began pissing into her exposed ear. One of the guys even managed to piss up her nostrils because of the way her head was bent back. We all gave him a round of applause before resuming our bombardment of her face and hair with our streams of  golden waste products.

       As predicted there was plenty of piss that wound up on our legs and in some cases even up to the groin area of two lucky fellows. Mom took it all like a trouper and made no complaints about having to lap up the misfires from the four of us. She even managed to get one of the lucky ones to paint her tonsils with his cum, a trick that impressed the rest of us. Her client decided that he wanted seconds on her asshole while she was on her knees licking and sucking up the piss that covered the floor around the toilet.

       I had a hard time believing what I was seeing as the guy's cock disappeared between my mom's cheeks, only to return to view shortly after. This was repeated dozens of times as mom vacuumed the floor and swallowed every drop. Just when it seemed that she had done the impossible and cleaned the place with her tongue and mouth, one of the guys stepped up and gave her a choice of swallowing his piss directly from the tap or cleaning it off the floor. Mom grinned and suggested half and half with a nice ass fucking thrown in for free. I could not believe my ears,... free?

       What had gotten into dear old mom? Did she have some kind of a vision, or was this the result of overdosing on too much crack or whatever her client was feeding her between these bouts of brutality and humiliation. I was on the verge of tossing these bozos out on their ears when mom broke the news that I was not only her son, I also doubled as her pimp on certain rare occasions such as now. You could have heard a pin drop. I announced that fun and games were over and they had ten minutes to dress and clear the premises. I also warned them that next time they were paying a hell of a lot more for a hell of a lot less, just something they ought to know in advance.

       The trio set a record in clearing out of the bathroom and I decided that mom needed a nice warm shower before I marched her back to her crib and fucked her stupid. She loved the idea, but only if it included another trip to the bathroom for a nice long piss bath, this time in the tub. Mom made some slight complaints when she realized I wasn't going to take the cuffs off her, since that required a trip back to her crib. All that whining ended when I began playing with her clit and giving her lots of tongue as well. She was positively putty in my hands when I soaped up her tits and gave them one serious scrubbing with plenty of attention to her hard nipples that refused to be tamed, a very good sign for when I got her back into her bed.

       Her knees grew weak from my finger-fucking, starting with my middle digit and finally getting four fingers inside her juicy twat that seemed to get tighter with each passing minute. Naturally she reciprocated, on her knees, giving me a no hands blowjob that almost got me off. I dried us off and pushed her in the direction of her room, just in time to intercept Megan escorting a client into her crib. She gave me a mischievous smile and a broad wink. So, my litttle sister was in on whatever caused this strange behavior of her mother. I'd soon find out for myself what motivated mom to do such a thing.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )