Southern Depravity - Sex Stories

Southern Depravity

... Jeff got up and left.

"Momma, you remember Karen Hasty, who graduated from our school last year?" asked Kendra of her mother.

"She was valedictorian of her class wasn't she?" the pretty auburn-haired mother asked. "Why?"

"Well she is now working down at that "gentleman's club" as a stripper, and from the looks of it, she makes a lot of money. But I figured she or her family may have been blackmailed as well. Anyway, she had the word 'slut' tattooed over her pussy. Probably it's only a matter of time until we both will be made to have 'slut' or 'whore' or 'black cock lover' tattooed over ours. I saw all those filthy things tattooed on other girls." Kendra explained. But even as she was telling about it, a tingle in her groin almost made her wish that she and her mom could be denigrated and shamed even more by being branded this way.

The mother and daughter team watched the stripper video again that Connie Nix had given them. The daughter was teaching the mother about the basic routines, about three dances to a set, and stripping more off until the dancer was completely naked by the end of the second song. Sandra then explained to her daughter how her "date" with Bob went, how she really enjoyed it, but had to give all but the hidden tip to the goon at the door. She even told her daughter about straddling her dad and feeding him the stranger's cum to him to get back for what he had done to them. They both giggled and laughed about that!

Since Jeff did not come ...

... back in, Sandy pulled out her cell phone and brought up the picture that Bob took last night.

"Oh, Mom!...Oh, Mom!" was all the daughter could say as she saw the picture of spunk oozing out of her mother's puckered hole. That was all that was said because they both laughed hysterically until Jeff came back in. They didn't want to arouse any suspicion over what they were laughing at.

At three o'clock, Sandra answered the phone and it was Terrance Dubois. "Mrs. Jackson, I have an appointment for both you and your daughter tonight for a bachelor party. It is at a motel meeting room at a Holiday Inn off of I-285. Since it is a mother-daughter act, the price is $500 where normally I charge $300. You can fuck the guys if you'd like to, but I suggest that you do. Please be there at 9 o'clock sharp. Don't be late." Then the bastard hung up.

At 8:45 p.m., Sandra parked her car in front of the motel. She sat and sighed. Kendra handed her mother the vodka bottle they had picked up at a liquor store on the way there. Kendra had already managed to take several swallows of the clear, fire water down her throat. It wasn't much different than what she was given last night to drink before giving her innocence away. Now it was her mother's turn. They thought it might give them some courage, or at least numb the guilt and shame. As the lovely 38-year old mother took several swallows herself, she didn't know if it would help or not.

After knocking at the door, it flew open and the guy ...