Southern Depravity - Sex Stories

Southern Depravity

... apiece for one song, but the dancers stripped down completely naked, except for their "props" and ground their butts into the hard-on's of the men. Or they would hold the guys around the neck and let them handle their tits and pull and suck on their nipples, which stayed hard. Then they would sit on the lap of the lucky guy and they would rub their pussies into their lap, wetting the front of their pants. The only thing the men couldn't do was to touch their pussies. If they violated that rule, the big, Mexican bouncer would immediately eject them from the club, usually face first onto the pavement. The guys grabbing Sandy's boobs made her hot and horny. That made her dancing in the V.I.P. even more vulgar and raunchier. No one there that night, except for her daughter, would have guessed that she attended Riverdale Baptist Church!

When their shift was over at 2 a.m., they had made $620 between the two of them. But of course, all they got for their hard work was a paper receipt, for the money was going to Dubois. Kendra hadn't drank too much, mostly Cokes so she drove them home. Sandra however was wasted.

When they returned home, each showered separately, but wound up together in Kendra's bed, naked, as they had slept the night before. Sandra hadn't had any release from the erotic horniness from tonight, so she begged her daughter to suck her boobs while she finger fucked herself to orgasm. After she came down from the tremendous cum, her desire still hadn't been ...

... satiated, so she demanded that her own daughter eat out her honey hole as she spouted lurid and nasty commands to her.

"Come on, baby, make mommy cum!" "You can do better than that you little slut bitch, I said eat mommy's cunt!"

Kendra became intoxicated not by the alcohol, but the heady, musty smell of her mother's vagina. It was clean, but stale. She wondered if she had let some strange guy get his dick up in her and shoot up in her while she was in the V.I.P. lounge. She had not watched her mother the whole time. So she could be smelling the remnants of some blue-collar spunk.

"That's right, make mommy your bitch, you teenage whore!" When the volcano finally erupted from the very core of Sandy's sexual being, she screamed and moaned, and finally ended up giving her endearing terms.

"Thank you, honey" "Thank you for making mommy your bitch! I'll always love my girl and mommy will always be her sex slut!" Kendra figured that most of this was the alcohol talking but hoped most of it were true.

Jeff had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and get a drink of water. He looked out and saw his wife's car home, so he softly walked to their daughter's room and stood outside the door. He distinctly heard his wife cry and moan in the throes of passion, presumably at the hands of their own daughter. His heart sunk, but his cock got hard as he made his way back to his lonely bed, where he backed off by himself.

The women again crawled out of bed with ...