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Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 13
Lucinda and Juanita dressed quickly and left, making sure to add their fee to Roxy's bill. My addled mother-in-law didn't seem to notice that everyone around her was using her credit card like a big piggy bank. When she got this month's credit card statement she'd probably have a relapse and spend another month in a hospital being pampered by nurses and well-hung orderlies. I was tired and in need of another shower. Roxy, who had a face resembling a glazed doughnut, insisted on joining me. The bathroom was a mess and very towel in the place was part of an untidy pile by the shower stall.
Roxy and I soaped up and then she got frisky. The next thing I knew she was on her knees, hair soaked to the scalp as she sucked my cock like it was the first meal she'd had in a month. Now after three rounds with Lucinda, all I wanted was some sleep, but Roxy would have none of that. We wrestled and I pinned her against the wall and put a knee into an area no gentleman would ever think of doing. That calmed her down and then she lost her last meal or two, such as they were. I almost lost my cool and decked her, but I pulled the punch since she was bending over and not in a good position for a decent blow.
My mother-in-law was hysterical by the time I dragged her from the stall and tried to dry her off with a damp towel, but she'd have none of that. Leaving her sobbing and on her knees, my efforts were centered on turning the sofa where Lucinda and yours truly had done some nasty business into a makeshift bed. A contrite Roxy wandered out and asked like a little girl if she could come into the bed I'd just created and join me. If that happened there would be no sleep for me the rest of the night, and we both knew it on different levels. The gentleman in me graciously offered her the bed for the night and took himself to the other room to see what was available after Roxy and Juanita had shredded the sheets. As it turned out this was a better arrangement that Roxy had, but that would be my secret.
Sometime during the night Roxy paid me a visit, and we compromised. We got into a spoon position and I stuck my half hard dick in her pussy and went off to sleep. I had a nice wet dream compliments of Gwen's mom who must have gotten me off all by herself. Why I never woke up while the few sperm left in my depleted testicles migrated into Roxy's birth canal is one of the great mysteries of my life. Roxy was still sleeping the sleep of the innocent, which was fine with me. We had a busy day ahead of us and she would only get in the way. A few phone calls got me the accommodations that were needed, and now all I needed was to get my wife and her mother packed and ready to go.
Two hours later we were in the new digs, which weren't that bad. Now came the tricky part, getting Gwen over here without Roxy getting in the way. Whatever that drug was had made Roxy a cross between a sex maniac and a dunce. The poor bitch didn't even know her own name these days. According to what I'd been told, she'd recover some portion of her brain in time, but she'd never be the same old on the go, anything goes sex machine that I loved to dream of fucking and actually could. Fucking her was becoming more and more like a chore and that was so sad considering what she once was. This was an issue I had to handle quickly, along with whether I wanted to be the nursemaid for my terribly damaged wife who looked like she'd been put through an industrial-sized laundry mangle.
Rob and Brooke arranged to be there for the transfer of the patient to the new place. He had given Gwen a sedative that made her easy to handle. Even passed out and seemingly free from pain, she looked horrible. I wondered how brain-dead Roxy was going to handle the situation. Would the sight of her daughter snap her out of the trance into which she had fallen? I had taken the precaution of binding Roxy to the bed with a gag to keep her from causing trouble if she had one of her fits that were becoming more frequent according to what Lucinda had told me just before she and her cousin left for "work".
As luck would have it the lieutenant happened by just as we arrived at the motel and took care of the clerk. He was told the woman on the stretcher was a witness in a trial coming up in a few weeks and would be under surveillance day and night. That accomplished, she assisted us in getting Gwen into the small suite. Rob made sure Gwen was stable and told me he'd drop by in the evening every day. Carol Lauren also promised to keep an eye on us daily. I wondered if I could entice her into my web and nail her before she realized she'd been had. Then I stopped kidding myself and concentrated on handling my two relatives by marriage.
Roxy surprised me by taking an interest in her daughter. That only lasted for a few days until I caught her going down on her comatose daughter who was still under sedation most of the time. What shocked and bothered me was the reaction of Gwen to her mother's advances. What had alerted me to what was going on were the sounds coming from Gwen. Even in her current depleted state, she was sexually excited by her mother's knowing tongue and lips. It was like the old times when Gwen was a teenager and she and mom thought nothing of bedding down on a regular basis.
It was like being in prison waiting until Gwen was able to travel. Just when it seemed she was on the road to recovery she had a relapse, a severe one that required her to be hospitalized. Now it was one on one with her mother, who was getting stranger by the day. She'd run around naked begging me to fuck her. She shoved anything she could find that fit up her cunt in an effort to get off. In self-defense I resorted to roping her to the bed so I could go out for a breath of fresh air. It was a small step further to visit the Fun for All bookstore to purchase some toys for my mother-in-law.
My luck remained bad as for some odd reason metal face remembered me and my wife, the troublemaker. He greeted me with a smirk and inquired about Gwen's health. I showed him the vibrator and dildo I'd selected and he shook his head and laughed. Then he leaned over and in a conspiratorial tone of voice told me what the cops had told him about taking care of the ditzy broad who started the big riot. It was like rubbing salt into an open wound and strengthened my resolve to have my revenge on those pricks. My face must have warned metal face that he was crossing a minefield, so he shut up, took my money and wished me well. I left in a fog.
You talk about bad timing; Lucinda was out in the parking lot trolling for cock, accompanied by her cousin. She flagged me down after I passed her without saying hello. Still in a daze I just stood there and watched her mouth move without hearing a word she was saying. It was Juanita who broke the spell, raising her micro-mini skirt to display a shaved cunt. I blinked and blinked again at the sight of that perfect teen pussy. She named an outrageous price for a quickie and I just smiled. It took Lucinda to get me all the way out of my funk. She got a good grip on my arm and shook me until I snapped out of it. My first reaction was to look around for that large gentleman that rode shotgun for her. He was nowhere to be found, for which I was thankful.
Lucinda was a schemer if there ever was one, and she wasted no time trying to ingratiate herself with me, mentioning our last sex session that she provided free of charge. I could not let that one go by without reminding her that her young cousin came away with one hundred and fifty dollars for her troubles. My former housekeeper at the hotel backed off quickly, especially when her cousin asked where her cut had gone? Always fast on her feet she hushed her little friend and suggested the three of us visit Roxy to see if they could cheer her up. That offer made me laugh and I headed for my new ride, a compact. The two of them followed me and asked if they could at least see their dear friend and former patron, Roxy. I worked a compromise, telling them I'd check with my mother-in-law to see if she was interested in visitors. If she said yes, I'd return and bring them back to where we were staying. As I drove away from the bookstore I congratulated myself on a shrewd maneuver.
About an hour after arriving back at the new place there came a knocking at the door. I refused to answer and then I heard Lucinda's voice asking me to open the door so she and her cousin could visit Roxy, so much for outsmarting that woman. I sighed and let the two whores enter. They made a beeline for the back bedroom where Roxy was enjoying the sensations associated with the dildo that she was using to fuck herself while the vibrator was taking a rest after getting her off a number of times. Roxy gave a whoop at their appearance and told them to take off their clothes and join her in the bed. In less time than it took to tell, they were naked and ready to go. Roxy made no bones about wanting to eat out Juanita's clean-shaven pussy to see if it tasted different without all that hair. I could do nothing but stand back and let things happen.
While Roxy gave the teenager a taste test, Lucinda lubed up the dildo and began feeding it into Roxy's soaking wet pussy. That juiced up Roxy and her tongue went into turbo mode while Juanita's eyes popped as her freshly waxed pussy got a treatment that she never had experienced in the past when her relatives did her. All the time when her male relatives were seeing if they could make her pregnant to prove their manliness, the ladies of the extended family were busy doing things to her youthful twat that made her almost cum resistant and also got her off better than any cock. That was why she gravitated to females these days. However except for Roxy she hadn't had any tongue worth remembering.
I had to admit that Roxy perked up considerably once the teenager glued her freshly waxed pudendum to her mouth and began making small moves mixed with grunts and sighs as the older woman took command of her body and mind. Even while Lucinda was corkscrewing that piece of hard rubber deeper and deeper into Roxy's swamp-like cunt, it was her young cousin's pussy that had the woman's complete attention. Naturally that got her to thinking using that lizard's brain she had been given by Mother Nature. Why not work a deal to have Juanita act as the old woman's nurse? That would be better than what she was bringing back in her occupation as a whore. When all the taxes for protection and the like were tallied, her meager earnings barely covered them, leaving nothing for Lucinda to claim as her share of the girl's take. Blood was one thing, but this was business.
Lucinda floated the idea with me, asking for five hundred a week for her cousin's services plus room and board. I knew that Roxy was well fixed, but this was getting expensive considering the condition of her daughter. I countered with a grand a month, provided she put out for me as well, since Gwen was out of action for who knows when? You could see the wheels turning in her head. When I casually remarked that between Roxy and myself she'd be a well-trained, docile sex worker when we returned her to Lucinda, my former bedmate started calculating.
Of course she countered by asking how would this miracle occur? I grinned and said practice, practice, practice, which made her brow furrow. When I added strict discipline and corporal punishment, her eyes lit up. She had known a dominatrix somewhere in her checkered past and those words were very familiar to her from various conversations the two of them had about the sex trade. Those words she understood. I threw in the promise that when she was returned, her body wouldn't be permanently scarred in any way except perhaps a few strategic tattoos to identify her as a playgirl.
Already there was a vision of having her over my knee naked and squirming as my hand pounded those tight buns into a pair of swollen loaves of crimson dough. I wondered what she'd think the first time I gave her a punishment enema? I'll bet that would straighten her out after a few big ones alternating between hot and ice water. There was a nearby business run by two Korean woman-haters that specialized in bikini waxes, Brazilian style. Juanita didn't know it, but she'd be spending some quality time with that pair as they made sure every inch of that smooth naked body below her neck was free from hair.
Naturally we'd keep her naked and in bondage when she was at home. Once she had been properly trained, we'd have her service certain friends and acquaintances to be assured that her training had been embedded into her psyche. What I didn't tell Lucinda was we'd pocket the money they paid for access to that sleek, hot, taut, teen body. Lucinda interrupted my fantasy to tell me we had a deal starting today. That caught me off guard, but it was obvious it was now or never and this was too good an opportunity to let pass.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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