Rite of Rights

"Mom!" She called loudly.

There was silence.

"Mom?" She repeated, peering into the kitchen. It was empty.

Her mom's car was out front, as well as one she had never seen before. Perhaps she was entertaining in the back yard, thought Tina. She went through the kitchen and was about to open the back door when she noticed something though a slit between the door's curtains that froze her to the spot.

Her mother was reclined on a lounge chair with a man on top of her! She seemed to be struggling and was crying out in a high pitch. Tina could only think of one thing. The man was raping her mother!

Oh god, she thought. Should she call 911 or should she grab a kitchen knife. Without further delay she rummaged in a drawer and quickly grabbed a serrated bread knife. She burst out the door, brandishing her weapon and cried. "You get off her now!"

"Huh?" The man jerked a startled glance at her.

"Tina! Oh my god!" Her mother shrieked with equal surprise.

"I said move it mister. I mean it. Get off her now!" Tina threatened again.

"Uh, yeah, all right already." He pulled his big, red, slimy cock out Tina's mother as he rolled off her and kneeled behind the lounge. "Cynthia, what is this?"

"Oh Tina. It-it's okay. I never wanted you to know. I'm so sorry." He mother suddenly pleaded to Tina.

"Yeah kid, I wasn't do'n noth'n." The man echoed.

Tina stood helpless. Her mouth dropped open, and she thought she was going to scream until she was stricken by the sight of her mother's cunt, glistening with juice. Realization struck her like a boulder. Her mother was having sex with another man! The knife slipped from her shocked hand and clattered upon the deck.

She immediately burst into tears. "Mother, how could you do this?" She yelled and ran back into the house where she flung herself on the couch and buried her face in a cushion.

After a little while, her mother and the strange man entered and her mother let him out.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Finch, I mean Walter, it's all my fault."

"Yeah, well you're darn toot'n it is. Goodbye." The man emphasized his farewell.

Tina wanted to run upstairs to her room, but she could only glare at her mother in horror.

Cynthia Brady stood meekly at the door as she closed and locked it. "Oh Tina, what have I done?"

"You bitch!" Was the harshest thing Tina could summon.

"Yes Tina. I am." Her mother hung her head with shame.

Tina was taken aback. "What?"

"Uh-huh. It's horrible, I know." She was crying. "Oh Tina. I've been a slut, and a tramp, and even a rutting bitch. Now you know. Soon Harold will know, and I'll lose everything."

"Mother, what are you saying?" Tina asked, suddenly amazed.

"I'm sick. I need help. I'm not like normal people." Tina's mother moved closer, reaching out.

Tina recoiled in confusion.

"Tina. Please don't hate me. Listen to me. I've done horrible things, but I love you and your father more than anything. Don't discard me. I beg you." Her mother kneeled in front of Tina and pleaded with her.

"Mother, I don't understand. Who was that man?"

"Nobody. I meet him in a Jack in the Box today."

"Your kidding!" Tina responded, appalled. "Mother, why? Doesn't dadÉ"

"He's wonderful Tina. I love making love to him more than anything, but sometimes I can't control myself. I'll be shopping or cleaning, and all of a sudden I have to have a man. I get so horny I'll say anything, do anything with anybody. It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he's got a c-c-cock. Even a woman, sometimes will have to do."

"Mother!" Tina exclaimed.

"Now you know. I'm so ashamed. I never wanted to hurt my family. I love you so much."

Tina was completely lost. This was the same mother who warned her never to let a boy touch her until she was 18, and she had discovered her mother screwing another man. Now this same woman was admitting to fucking any guy who let her. Tina wanted to screw up her face with hate and scream and even hit her mother. Her fists clenched and shook with building outrage, but suddenly it all drained away, with one hard look into her mother's eyes. She was sincere. Tina loved her mother and she was ill. She needed her. Tina's whole body absorbed this realization into every cell of her being.

"Mother, what are we going to do?" Tina reached out to hug her.

"Oh my dear sweetheart, I love you so."

They clasped one another needfully.

The door lock clicked open. In his energetic fashion Harold Brady launched the door inward and stepped in.

"Hi my love, and my little princess. How fared you two this day?"

A hushed silence greeted him. Cynthia flashed a nervous look at Tina before turning her head and smiling forcefully at her husband.

"I-It went great dad." Tina tried her best to sound casual.

The pause hadn't eluded Harold.

"Wait a second. You two are up to something. What are you plotting now? You'll never take me alive!" He grinned and hung his jacket. Then he loosened his tie.

"Woman, fetch me a drink!" He ordered playfully.

Almost without missing a beat, the two fretful women replied. "Go soak your head!"

"My intentions exactly." Harold said ritually and he sauntered over to the liquor cabinet and began concocting his favorite stressbuster.

Cynthia shot one last worried look at Tina before getting up. "I'll start dinner."

An uneasy calm hovered over dinner that night, but Harold was too famished to notice. Both mother and daughter picked at their food and seemed lost in their thoughts. Harold finished quickly and then wandered out to read a book as was his evening pastime. Tina helped her mother set the dishes into the dishwasher mostly in silence.

"I guess I'm not going to tell." She whispered. "But you gotta stop."

"I know, but I can't. I've tried, really tried, but it's like an addiction I can't shake off. Tomorrow we can talk more." Her mother tried to stay calm, but the silverware kept rattling in her hand.

Tina took them from her and placed them in in the rack. They shook in her hand too.

That night Tina listened closely to the filtered sounds from her parent's adjacent bedroom. She heard the familiar, subtle noise of her mother and father fucking. Always before, after she was old enough to understand the noise, she had considered it their privilege. It was a privilege she had once anticipated for herself, but tonight the sounds assumed a sinister ring like a salesman selling used cars. Maybe there were terrible things that happened to people, like her mother, when they started having sex? She began crying. What was she going to do? How could she live knowing her mother was a slave to sex.

Almost without warning she noticed her hand was gently rubbing her crotch. She had masturbated for a couple years already, but she had never before acted so spontaneously. Tonight of all nights, the sudden need to rub her cunt surprised her. She wished she could just go to sleep, but her pussy seemed to ache for attention.

Tina sat up and slipped off her panties. They were almost soaked! Her cunt was pulsing and her clitoris was swollen and her nipples were as hard as wood. With one urgent hand she squeezed her ripe breasts while the other sought under her slip to prod two fingers into her seething gash. With her thumb she plucked at her begging clit.

"Ohhhh." She moaned softly. It felt amazing. She didn't even have to fantasize. A brief flash of a vision of the strange man's rigid cock distracted her for a second. Then she began to convulse with desire. Her fingers jerked in and out of her burning pussy, and they darted roughly against her flaming clit. Fingernails dug into her nipples. She remembered her mother's undulations in the lounge chair and her body began to mimic her memory.

Her hand now desperately flailed in her pussy lips, rubbing them like an exuberant hound's tongue. Oh god, it started feeling so good! Her cunt had never promised so much before. Tina fucked herself with her hand like a demented criminal. She squeezed her tits till they turned purple. A demonic force possessed her as she frenzillied pushed all four fingers and the tip of her thumb into her sweating cunt. "Oh, oh, oh!" She stuttered as she tightened every muscle in her body waiting for the pending, incredible orgasm her body needed to stay alive.

For a split second she saw her father's face ripe with lust, and then every circuit in her brain exploded. "Aaaahhhhhhhhh. Uuunngg. Ooooohhh, oooooo..." She kept pawing at her cunt, squeezing it and pinching it for pleasure, even after it began to hurt like needles. Bomb after bomb detonated inside her head. She couldn't see and she couldn't think. Her body had taken over. She thrashed upon her bed until her muscles couldn't twitch anymore.

It had been incredible! She had never experienced anything like it. It felt so overwhelming she was frightened, but she was suddenly so exhausted, as she tried to ponder what it all meant, she fell dead asleep.

Chapter Two

Morning arrived with too much sunshine. Tina stirred and tried to rise. Her body ached. She dizzily and painfully showered and dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning dream boat!" Her father greeted her cheerfully.

"Uh, hi dad." Tina looked for her mother, and winced as she sat down. Her buttocks was even more sore than the rest of her. "Where's mom?"

"She had to take some items to the dry cleaner. I guess it's cereal for breakfast again. I told her I didn't need my shirts until tomorrow, but she said she wouldn't be able to take them any other time."

A nervous thought penetrated Tina's curiosity. She wouldn't have! Tina tried to convince herself that her mother wasn't already with another man. The possibility seemed almost inhuman.

"Hey Dad. I-I don't feel like cereal. Why don't you go to work now and drop me off at the donut shop near the laundromat? I'll have mother take me to school.

"Now that's was I call a seriously spoiled idea. Great! You little nixie. We'll have to hurry to catch her." He winked and they stood up to leave.

During the drive, Tina's father keep trying to strike up a conversation, but she feigned hunger and kept her thoughts to herself. This was crazy she told herself, but she couldn't forget how desperate her mother had sounded the previous day.

Tina's father sighted their other car as they drove into the corner store's parking lot. Tina jumped out and blew her father a kiss. She ran into the donut shop and waited for his car to leave then she dashed over to the dry cleaners.

The sign said closed, but she noticed the door wasn't locked. Tina took a deep breath and sneaked in. A little bell announced her entry. A rustling sound emanating from the back stopped. She silenced the little brass bell and ducked behind the counter. After a pause the rustling started up again.

Tina crept to the short swinging counter door and opened it just far enough to peek in. Far in the back she noticed a few hanging garments gently dancing. She decided to creep in further. She hugged a wall as she crawled on her hands and knees trying to keep behind carts of clothes. As she peered around the third cart she made her discovery.

Her mother was kneeling, naked, in front of an old chinese man. She was slowly sucking on his dick!

"Ahh, Mrs. Brady, you give such nice gift to old man on birthday. Wife bought me new laundry basket. Honorable son, gave me bill for Visa card. Only you know heart's desire." The asian fellow said gently. His pants were pulled briefly around his thighs and he lifted the front of his cotton shirt as Tina's mother filled her mouth with his dark penis. She stopped her tender sucking to reply.

"This isn't for your birthday, my friend, this is just a warm up. I've got the hottest pussy in the city to give you. Here, you can do anything you want with it. Happy Birthday!" Then Mrs. Brady turned around and lifted her tight ass for the old man's inspection.

He gasped. "Looks like I have present for you too!" He reached one hand in between her legs and began to jab three fingers into her anxious cunt.

"Oh god, yes! Play with my burning pussy. I'm so hot for you. Jam anything you want into me." Cynthia cried with lust.

"My my. Mrs. Brady. I have hand inside you. You feel like boiling ocean. So hot. You scald my fingers. Best I put out fire." Saying that, the old man bent forward as he pulled his pulsing hand free, and right into her steaming cunt he blew lungfuls of air.

Tina watched her mother shudder in delight. She was desperately trying to think of a way to stop this living nightmare, but her brain was clouded by the overwhelming sensuality of the two passionate people fucking right in front of her. She noticed her own body was curiously responding with a growing warm sensation just below her belly. Her own sex was becoming aroused! Tina panicked. She had to DO something.

The old man was straightening and had grasp his hardened penis as Tina crawled backwards out of the back area and into the entrance way. Just as the old man was about to thrust his prick into her mother's quivering cunt Tina shook the door firmly. The bell rang loudly, and she stood up and hollered. "Mom, are you in here?"

There came from the back the sound of muffled cursing. A surprised answer followed. "Tina, is that you?" Her mother called. "I'll just be a second. What are you doing here?" Mrs. Brady's voice sounded edgy.

"What are you doing back there?" Tina asked, stifling her own anxiety.

"Uh, Mr. Chow is just showing me some special processes." The ruffling of clothing belied her words.

In a moment her mother appeared, the old man grim faced behind. Their clothes were rumbled and Tina's mother's pantyhose displayed a wide run in them.

Anticipating an awkward discussion, Tina explained she needed to go to school. Her mother thanked the laundry man and then quietly apologized when she thought Tina's attention was on leaving.

The two women walked silently to their car. As soon as the doors were shut, Tina burst out. "Mother, how could you?"

"What?"

"I saw you and that old chink."

Mrs. Brady responded with a fierce slap to Tina's face.

"Don't you ever use that hateful word, young woman."

"Ow! You were going fuck him!" She accused blisteringly.

"I don't care if he was fucking you. If I ever hear you say that again, I'll kick your ass from here clear to back home. Do you understand me?" Her mother dared right back.

"No, I don't!" Tina yelled, then she shook her head and looked down. "Okay, I shouldn't have said it. I'm so angry. How could you do it? I'm surprised everybody doesn't know your such a slut." Tina braced for another slap.

"I deserve that, but don't blame my problem on the people I need to help me." Her mother responded. Hurt echoed in her voice.

"Mother, I'm begging you. Please stop it."

"I-I can't honey. I've tried. I've seen doctors and shrinks, and even confessed to a priest. Nothing can help me but a hard cock. You don't know how much I need them. I'm still terribly horny. Honey let me go back in there."

"No!" Tina begged, hoping to exert some influence. "It's not right. Mother, it's just not fair to daddy. I swear I'll tell him if you keep violating his trust."

Her mother recoiled at the desperate threat. "Honey, no. Don't ever tell him. I'll loose the only two things I've ever loved. You've got to understand. I'd go mad. I'd have nothing at all to hold me steady. The only thing that keeps my mind from dying from this crazy need is that I have you and your father to love."

"Mother, mother." Tina sobbed and buried her face into her mother's shoulder.

"Tina, please. Let me go." Mrs. Brady asked again as she hugged her daughter.

Tina suddenly stared into her mother's face horrified at the now clear unrelenting desire driving her mother into such a trapped existence. A terrible idea struck her, and she could only continue to stare into her mother's pleading eyes as she struggled to decide.

"Okay." Tina agreed with agonizing difficulty. "But...!" She began to marshall her courage.

"Huh?" Her mother responded warily?

"You have to take me with you." Tina finished speedily.

"What?"

"Mother. You have no control. Just look at yourself. If a man popped out from the back seat with a chain saw you'd beg him to fuck you before he sawed your head off. You need someone who can keep you from making really stupid mistakes. You need someone to protect you. And you need someone to cover for you. If you keep going like this you're bound to be discovered, or worse, killed!"

"No. No. I can handle it just fine. That's a terrible idea."

"You sound like an alcoholic. You're sick mother. Sex doesn't eat your liver or your brain, but if you keep your habit up, it'll damage you in the end."

"But I've managed this far."

"No you haven't. What about me? If you've done so well, how come I have to deal with your problem?"

"Tina. You don't know what you're saying."

"Y-yes, ulp, I-I think I do. I just don't want you to get hurt. If I have to watch you fuck ten men a day, I would if it meant dad and I would never lose you."

"But you have school, and people might get even more suspicious."

"Yeah, well I haven't worked everything out yet, but if you have go back in there, then I'm going with you." Tina said with finality.

Her mother hemmed and hawed. She was struggling with herself, but the burning glow in her eyes and even the noticeable odor of her lubricating cunt foretold her conclusion. "Okay. But let ME explain it to Mr. Chow. He's a very good man."

Tina gritted her teeth and agreed. What was she getting herself into?

They entered the shop together. The annoying bell clanged almost like a warning. Together they waited with uncertain faces for Mr. Chow to look up.

"Yes, Mrs. Brady. What is it? Is there no school today? Did you give me right instructions for Mr. Brady's shirts?" The old man was shaking slightly as if he had caught their awkwardness.

"Uh, Mr. Chow..." Tina's mother began as she flipped the open sign to closed and also threw the door's dead bolt. "We have to talk." She walked unsteadily through the counter door and signaled for Tina and Mr. Chow to follow her.

"Uh yes, right away." Mr. Chow replied, sweat appearing on his wrinkled brow.

As the three met in the open space in the rear of the shop Mrs. Brady suddenly turned to Mr. Chow and told him. "My daughter has come to apologize for rudely interrupting us earlier."

"Uh, no, Mrs. Brady. I-I not offended." The chinese man glanced nervously at Tina.

"No sir, she was very naughty to have bothered us. Isn't that right Tina?" Cynthia Brady looked at her nervous daughter.

"Uh, yes. That's right. I'm terribly sorry for interrupting. Please accept my apology."

"What?" The old man asked confused.

"For her punishment, I have told her to wait here perfectly still and silent while we are able to finish what I had promised you." As Tina's mother finished her last words she reached under her dress and pulled her pantyhose and underwear all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of them purposefully kicking off her shoes. Her glazed eyes never left the suddenly nervous shop keeper.

"I-I don't know..." He began.

"Come on now. It's your birthday after all. Just ignore her and I'll do everything I did before and better." She continued to disrobe by pulling her dress over her head. Only her tits were covered by a doily like brassier. "Remember these?" She cupped one of her her firm, veiled breasts with a hand and shook it playfully at the old man now sweating profusely. "How can you forget what they tasted like?" She stepped right in from of him and placed his shuddering hand on her tit. "Oh, please touch me again."

Mr. Chow took one last look at Tina and then rooted his attention on her mother's bulging tits. He grabbed the first with a rush but his other hand caught the second tenderly. He squeezed them as Cynthia moaned in tortured eagerness. The old man stretched and kissed her full lips. His mouth planted slow kisses down her neck, and as he began to slobber on the white cotton bra, he reached between her heaving tits and unclasped the intruding garment. As the frilly underwear fell away he captured one of the large soft globes in his mouth and sucked noisily. Cynthia held his head to her chest with one hand and her other hand reached inside the old man's pants.