While it's not important, the setting of this story is Hollywood, California, in the year 2000.
Chapter One: 'Daughter Dearest'
"Britney honey, please hurry, you're going to be late!" Mrs. Lynn Spears called up from the bottom of stairs.
"I'm getting ready to come...Damn it Mom! Just give me a minute!" The young blonde hollered back as she slipped her finely curved ass out of a little white thong.
"Sorry sweaty," Lynn replied back soothingly. Then lowering her head, she whispered forlornly at a sink full of pots and pans. "She said that she can't be late. I can't afford to have my allowance cut...again!" But then her lips turned up into a cold smile. "I've dedicated my whole life to that girl. And as soon as she turns eighteen, she cuts me off!"
Up in her room, Britney Spears bent forward and took Justin Timberlake's cock into her mouth just as Lance Bass entered her pussy. A very short time later, Britney was sucking off the last of Justin's load, savoring the rich, salty taste in her mouth before swallowing. She sucked up and down his shaft, licking up the remnants of her own juices on it as he softened in her mouth. Britney picked her head up and let Justin's limp dick fall.
"Oh, Justin..." she whispered, bending forward to kiss him gingerly when... "Zzzzzzz...." Her eyes opened wide in shock. He was asleep! "He blew his load and fell sleep!" She Astonished, Britney looked down at the other man cradled at her waist, and saw something similar had also happened. "These fucken N'Sync boys are just a bunch of limp dick bastards!"
While fucking Justin and Lance at the same time had been kind of exciting and erotic, their slim 'pin-pricks' hadn't lived up to all their bragging. And they hadn't even been able to make her climax.
She put her hands on her hips. "Harrumph!" she exclaimed in disgust. Then she gave a short, curt laugh when she though, 'Perhaps my twelve-year-old sister, Lizzie is more their speed...and size.' She walked angrily out of her bedroom, her womanly desires still gone unfulfilled, like usual. And a few minutes later the nineteen-year-old blonde bombshell strutted into the kitchen.
Still at work cleaning up the breakfast dishes, Lynn noticed that Britney was wearing a pair of hip hugging blue cotton shorts cut so short, they covered very, very little of her gorgeous ass, especially given the material. Her daughter's beautiful upper body was held in by a small white cutoff shirt, which exposed her tight and toned belly. Her long, wavy, blonde hair overlapped her sweet, magnificent beasts. Lynn gazed longing at her daughter until...
"Finally, are we ready?" Britney said sarcastically, never missing a chance to torment her 'Showbiz Mother' who'd pushed Britney to get an education while, at the same time pursue her singing career. And now a complete spoiled brat, she was resentful and vindictive to her mother who tried to restrain her addictions to drugs, gambling, scientology, gambling, partying with the Kennedy's, and torturing small animals and her little sister, Lizzie.
"Well, you said Mr. Dole doesn't like to be kept waiting." Taking her medicine, Lynn spoke meekly, biting her lip as they walked out the door.
"Jesus Christ, Mom, we're only twenty minutes late... Chill out the fuck out, bitch!" Britney said threateningly, raising a clenched fist.
Lynn dropped her eyes timidly. "Yes honey. What ever you say."
Suddenly Britney lower her hand as a big sugary smile grew across her face. "You're going to let me drive, right?"
Raising her eyes, Lynn saw her daughter's teeth were now as bright as the sunshine beating down on her smooth lightly tanned skin. "No, I don't think so...your drivers license been revoked."
With own car begin repaired, Lynn was left with only one option. Afraid of what was next, she walked into the garage and grabbed driver's side handle of Britney's cherry red Porsche 928 convertible as sweat began to bead on her forehead.
"Come on bitch...Let's have them keys!" Britney demanded, bearing her teeth, her smile gone just as quickly as it had come.
Wiping the small beads of perspiration from her head, Lynn just looked back at her pungent daughter's stamping feet and smiled submissively. "Britney, honey, after five DWI's and three accidents, even you can get your way."
"So, I can afford it! If you know what's good for you, you'll hand them over."
"Last time..." knowing it was pointless, Lynn desperately pleaded on, "last time you smashed up my car when you...you ran a school bus full of preschoolers off the road." She would never forget the little terrified faces as the bus went over a cliff to the rocks hundreds of feet below, and would never forgive herself for turning her daughter into a monster. The memories of the all the hardships and all the sacrifices made for Britney now seemed such as a horrible waist.
Suddenly Lynn heard the click of a revolver hammer being pulled back. Terrified, she found herself starring down the huge barrel of Britney's .44 Magnum revolver. The sun shone on its long chrome barrel as Britney said, "I was never charged with that...give me the fucken keys!" . But Lynn's fear was short lived when she observed that all the Smith and Wesson's chambers were empty. "Britney...that's not loaded. Remember all that hash you smoked last night...you had the munchies...you shot at the deliver boy when he was late bringing your pizza."
For a change, Lynn was relieved that her oldest daughter was really hitting the hard drugs now. Britney had been so stoned that all her shots had gone wild, again. But Lynn could only cringe at the thought of all the money going down the drain for police payoffs and ten thousand dollar tips to placate domino's drivers. "Britney, you were so shit faced, you must have forgot to reload. Please, put that down."
Remembering how the delivery boy had pissed in his pants last night, Britney chuckled as she lowered the hammer. And with the tension broken, they got in. Lynn put the car in reverse and they were off.
As she drove, Lynn made small talk to change the subject and keep Britney at ease. "Britney, you've got Justin wrapped around your finger, don't you?"
Not bothering to even turn towards her mom, Britney said, "I only call on 'Curly' when it's convenient. I fuck who ever I want.