Jodie's Slaves Part Four - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Four

... said finally. I could tell by the direction of her voice that she was what had hit the floor.

“Jodi!”

“Slut! Do as you are told!” she yelled, but I was a mother. I could hear the tears she was trying so hard to hide.

“Okay, okay. I understand. But it is not so important. There are other things we can do. We do not need that horrible person,” I argued, wishing she would remove the blindfold.

“No. I want this!” Her hand hovered near my breast, close enough to feel the heat of it and then she let it touch me, just below the suction cups still pumping away on my nipples. “You are mine. I want it.” she said again.

Julie

Jodi distracted me every time I tried to talk to her. Maybe I could get more information out of Mom, even if it was indirectly. We had been so close before Jodi came…

I loved Jodi, I did! But things were changing so fast! I know I initiated some of it...okay, okay, a lot of it, but still…

Mom and Jodi had been doing something mysterious in the barn again. I thought after Jodi let me help that one time, I would be a full partner. But that hadn’t happened. And Jodi had come into dinner with bruises! One on her face and several on her breast and hip! Had Mom fought back after all this time?!

I didn’t like feeling left out! This was supposed to be my thing with Mom! And with Jodi! I was supposed to be the puppetmaster!

“Mom!” I called when I saw her leaving the kitchen. Jodi was taking an after supper ride and that was weird, too. Mom ...

... would never have let me take the horses out so late! Dad was already upstairs. Shower, shave and sports night. He would not come back down until tomorrow.

Mom turned, holding out her arms to me like always. I ran into them, but it wasn’t the same anymore.

“What’s up, Sweetie?” she asked. How could I even explain? I couldn’t tell her the real problem without revealing that I knew about her and Jodi. I was at a loss.

“I don’t know, Mom…” was all I could say, cuddling into her embrace like I had when I was a child. Mom hugged me then pulled back just a little

“I know things are changing and you are not so hot on your boyfriend lately. Is that what’s bothering you?”

“Nah,” I had nearly forgotten about him! “Boys are stupid! It...it’s Jodi. Mom, she is all bruised! She won’t tell me why, but it looks like she was beaten up! I thought that was all behind her when she came here!” Mom looked at me gravely for a moment.

“Sweetie, let's sit at the table and talk.”

She told me she was not sure what all was going on the Jodi front either and she was a little worried for her too. The only thing Jodi had told her is she was in contact with a woman she knew years ago. Mom wouldn’t say, but I don’t think she liked that woman very much.

“You know I like Jodi a lot, we need to trust her that she knows what she is doing and be here for her no matter what,” Mom said. Typical Mom non answer.

“There was a woman...A few years ago...I didn’t really talk to Jodi then, but there ...