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It has been an incredibly long time since the publication of the previous chapter. Penny was a real Mormon wife that told me a real Mormon story. Almost six years later I have opted to finish the story on my own. Penny and I had exchanged dozens of emails working on her stories and I was well into chapter three when Penny claimed to get a case of the guilts, as she called it.
I had slightly changed the spelling of her name when she began to fear that she had revealed too much about herself and that someone in her small town or someone from her church as perverted as we were would read her story. Without doing so, anyone that knew her could realize it was her, not fiction, and could expose her to Church, friends, and family.
Still, to this date, I am the only one that knows her true name and identity. Penny and I hit it off well, flirting in the emails as the story assembled. We had published chapter two of Penny's Story when things started to turn. Penny really loved her husband and children and felt that guilt about what she had done by telling her darkest secrets and desires to me. Hell, I almost sneaked out on my wife and drove the 280 miles to fuck her if she would have let me. She almost met me at a motel on her way to Idaho once when she drove within a few miles from me on Interstate 15. Really, the only thing we didn't do was get together and fuck.
Things fell apart when after exchanging some notes and ideas I wrote most of Chapter 3. Sending that to Penny made her tell me to tear up the story, saying she didn't want to be that person. Not on record anyway. She had already done the things in the story. Seeing it almost ready to go in print sent her into a spiral. We remained friends, exchanging holiday greetings and a few risqué quips for the next five years.
Almost everything she wrote after that was along the lines of seeking redemption. I put the story I had written in a file in my computer that I have now lost. I think I still have memory of her every word. About a year ago my emails to her account went unanswered. The flirty notes disregarded. I feel she has abandoned that part of her past and the Penny everyone stills asks me about now no longer exists.
Taking parts of what she told me and things from my own perverted mind the following would have been Chapter Three.
Goodbye, my sexy Penny.
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After the night of sex in the motor home Mike told me he was serious about picking up Cindy. Cindy my daughter he and his ex-wife Lisa had fucked when she was their babysitter. When my daughter found out her Mom had unknowingly fucked him too we had never been able to repair our relationship. She had called me whore, cunt, and any number of names a daughter shouldn't call her mother.
The asshole, Mike, had hidden from me. Mike had his furniture moved in the middle of the night and moved to Provo. What I didn't know was that while he was afraid to face me he was still fucking my daughter. His own wife had gone black and moved to Salt Lake City. Their child stayed with Mike's mother.
I was fucked up. My daughter wouldn't speak to me. My husband didn't know I had cheated on him and finally after weeks in my spiraling world I'd just spent a night fucking the man that had caused all my problems.
Now I had to face the worst part of my life. Mike was pulling in to a parking lot for us
to pick up Cindy. First thing up the steps she kissed Mike full on the mouth. Then stepped back and unbuttoned her shirt exposed bare tits.
"I don't know whether to fuck you first or suck your gorgeous cock."
"We have company."
Cindy looked up to see me sitting at the dinette. Her tits still bobbled out of her open shirt.
"What's that whore doing here?"
"That's not a whore. That's you mother."
"No, that's my mother, the whore."
Cindy's hand came up to give me the finger.
"Fuck you, Mom. You fucking cunt whore."
"Settle down. You either talk or I'll work it out for you. If I marry you his family feud is over. I've told you your Mom didn't know about us."
"She fucked you though, didn't she? She's married to my dad. She's a fucking whore!"
Her anger turned back to me.
"Does Dad know you fucked him? Or, how many times? Maybe he'd like to know. Should I tell him, Mother?"
Mike had enough.
"Cindy, shut up. You two will settle this. If you don't I swear I go right back there now and fuck your mother"
"What is wrong with you? She's ten years older than you. You're the one that says you're in love with this."
Cindy started tearing at her clothes. Quickly she was naked in the motor home. I hadn't seen her body in several years. Puberty made her modest, not that she was modest now. I had her beat on figure, unless you liked them thin. We shared the same hairy bush from our navel to the inside of our thighs. Maybe Cindy even a little more so. I figured an eighteen year old would have shaved herself bald or at the least gave it a little trim.
She was right. I was ten years older than Mike. She was ten years younger. Mike was trying to calm her down. Two minutes later she was sitting across the dinette from me. Mike was trying to continue the trip to Las Vegas. For whatever reason my daughter was naked, tits exposes over the Formica top.
"I heard something about marriage." It was the first I had spoken.
"Lisa isn't going to give up black cock long enough to fight for custody of their daughter. When the divorce is clear I'll marry Mike so we can raise Kaylee and have kids of our own."
"That's kind of a fucked up situation for you to get yourself into. Whips and chains, sex toys, bondage, and Lisa's black cock affliction. How about him letting her fuck him in the ass? What if one of his ex-wife's black friends decides to poke him in the butt while you are carrying his baby? You're not carrying his baby, are you?
"No, mother. I know how to be careful."
"Well, the guy likes weird shit. Did he ever shove peanut butter up your ass?"
"Mother!"
"Well, did he?"
"No."
"It did me. First time with me. You just need to expect some weird shit."
"Mike is nice to me. He treats me like a daughter."
"That's not disturbing to you?"
"He says he loves me."
"I've heard the same. Think of the young stuff he works around at his bank job. Do you think he might be fucking one or more of them? The man is a predator, Cindy."
"He said you went after him. Sneaked into his house and climbed into his shower. Who's the predator there?"
"That would be me. But, why shouldn't he put me off somehow knowing I was your mother?"
I did get through to her a little bit. Not the hug your mother kind of getting through.
"You're still a fucking whore mother. You cheated on Dad."
