"Oh yeah, that's good," Lisa's mom spat. "Well, I still had to suck his cock."
"Oh my." Lisa quickly gasped.
Her mom suddenly reached out and grabbed a surprised Lisa by the face. Lisa gasped and her mother shoved a long finger into Lisa's mouth.
"Suck my finger...!" Her mom screamed. "That's right, your good ole uncle had me down on my knees with my blouse open and skirt wrapped up around my waist, my fingers in my sex, like a common whore, as he used my mouth for his perverse pleasure. Just like I caught you doing to that Billy guy. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Lisa's mom said as she fought back tears. "You needed to hear that you weren't the only woman in this family to be pressured into sucking dick."
Lisa shook her head free. "I'm sorry mom, but why didn't you tell me?" Lisa wiped her mouth. (Wondering if her mother would ever forget about her and Billy on the couch and Billy's dick in her mouth and the fresh cum dripping off her face.)
"I just did.... Look, I had to wait until you were older," Lisa's mom said, wiping her fingers on her pants. "Ok, honestly, I was hoping to never have to tell you, but now you know why you have to stay away from Tony. Just like that Billy guy....he's not a nice man. Ladies like us don't do that stuff."
Lisa crossed her fingers and nodded.
"No, I need to hear you promise to stay away from Tony." Lisa mom barked out, "Promise me."
"I promise," Lisa finally moaned, and she leaned over and hugged her sobbing mom. Her mom broke away, saying she needed a hot bath.
Lisa retreated into her bedroom and immediately hopped on her bed. A bundle of nervous energy flowing through her body. While her mom's story had frightened her, she also tingled with excitement that her mom, who most people described as a bit snobbish, and uppity, was treated like a sexual play-thing. She had also never heard her mother talk about sex like that before.
Lisa also couldn't help but think that maybe her mom had left some things out, or skimmed over some parts. Her mind was filled with questions. She wondered just how much did the bald man's hands linger on her body? What kind of posses did she have to assume once naked? Did she have to spread'em? Did they have surveillance cameras? Just how much did Tony violate her body?
Lisa was snapped out of her trance, just as she was picturing her mom "sucking cock", by the ringing phone. She talked to her girlfriend for several hours, but just couldn't forget her mom's story.
After a hot shower, Lisa slipped on an oversized tank top and retired for the evening. Her mind was still swirling. Her mom's story still ringing in her head. She wondered how her mom must have felt, while being ordered around by the bodyguards and then by Tony. Her naked body being served up like a buffet. Having no choice but to serve and obey.
Lisa tossed and turned for hours, finally she went to the kitchen for some warm milk. When she returned to her bedroom, she sat on the bed and was about to clap her hands, when her wall calendar caught her eye. Friday was circled in red ink.
"Friday, only three days to decide." Lisa mumbled, as she clapped and the room went black. Lisa pulled the covers over her head. She tried to get to sleep, but she knew she had to decide just how bad she wanted her birthday present. Or was it more then that?
Every time she closed her eyes now, she saw herself, not her mom, standing in Tony's foyer. His huge bodyguard's surrounding her five-and-a-half foot frame. Her mind bouncing around questions like volleyballs at the beach. Would they treat her like her mom? Would they want to search her, too? Would they make her strip, too?
Lisa's right hand slowly wondered up under her shirt and ran over the swell of her young breast, her nipple already in a state of excitement. She gave her breast a squeeze, wondering if they would like them. (They weren't a large as her mom's, but they got many to stare at school.) She shook with the thought, as she couldn't figure out why she even cared. (They were nice to her and that's all that should matter.) She continued to play with her breast.
"Would they make me get butt naked?" Lisa's eyes flung open at the thought. Her mind suddenly shifted to the one time she was completely naked in front of a grown man. It was for her mom's doctor. (Her mom always complained that he always made her get completely nude for his exams, yet she still insisted on sending Lisa to him for her first adult exam.)
Lisa's heart raced, as she flashed back to his office. She could hear the doctor calmly asking her to slip off her gown and hand it to the nurse. (Lisa slipped off her shirt and tossed it on the floor.) His eyes seemingly watching her every move as she did. Lisa's skin tingled as she remembered how he looked her over as she walked for him. Since this was the first time she'd seen this man, she wondered if he was really checking her posture or just checking out her nude body.
She felt his cold hands on her breasts again, manipulating her tender flesh, pausing to brush her hard nipples, before slowly making a journey down her body. Lisa cringed, as he placed her feet in the dreaded stirrups. She swore she saw a quick smile form on his lips when he sat down on his stood, staring in-between her spread legs. Her eighteen-year-old pussy more then ready for some probing. Lisa moaned, as she could almost feel his finger enter her pussy again. One finger? Maybe more. She saw him hold up that cruel steely object. He wouldn't? He did. With a snap, Lisa's pussy was open for business. His female nurse's cold expression and her shrugging shoulders as the doctor did this, burned into Lisa's memory, as she finally drifted off to sleep.
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The next night, Lisa set up her stuffed animals on her bed. With her mom's story still dancing in her head, she focused on their glassy eyes as she stripped out of her school uniform. She let out a nervous laugh noticing that her hands were trembling as she unsnapped her bra. Her Panda Bear's dark eyes seemingly ominous looking now. She tried to gather strength as she rolled her panties down her legs, but she could only stand their stares at her naked body, for a couple of seconds, before she grabbed her bath-robe.
She let out a nervous giggle. "Bugzy, what you looking at...? And Dino, put your eyes back in your head."
The next night, Lisa set up her animals again, determined to be braver this time. She even drew a face on a pillowcase, and pretended it was one of Tony's bodyguards. (Even though she thought that she had a nice body, she was too embarrassed to blatantly strip for a man. She even gave Billy head with her clothes on.) But, what if she had no choice? What if it wasn't a plead but an order. Like for her doctor. She remembered that strong feeling of embarrassment and exhilaration.
Lisa giggled. "You don't look so tough to me," she said, setting up the faced pillowcase on the back of her rocking chair. She focused her eyes on it, before she cleared her throat and whispered. "I'm here to see my uncle."
"I'm going to need to search you first," Lisa answered herself in deep growl, before she giggled. "Oh, no, mister, please."
"Up against the wall," she growled. Lisa followed her own command as she assumed the position that she had seen on many police shows. She could almost feel strong hand's wandering over her defenseless body, already making her juices flow.
"Ok, stand up and strip." Lisa barked out. Then she spun around and squealed. "Please mister, don't make me strip."
"You heard me, bitch. You can start with the top."
"Not the top. I'm not even wearing a bra. You'll be able to see my boobies."
"Let's go, that's the idea," Lisa growled, while pretending she felt a tug on her hair, to the point that it hurt. He had her in his clutches. She knew she had no choice now.
"Please, don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want." Her hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head (something she's done repeatedly over the years, but couldn't believe how different it felt, in front of an audience).
"Ah, nice knockers," Lisa moaned in her deep voice. "Yeah, and is it cold in here or what?"
Lisa ran a finger over her erect pink nipple and watched as it snapped back into position. "Oh, why are they so hard?" she asked herself, as she snapped the other one. She just knew they would draw attention so she pulled on them more and more.
"Nice pink nipples, but we want beaver," she bellowed, after playing with her nipples for several minutes. She answered with. "Please sir, not my pants, too."
"Yep, they're next. This is a strip-search. It's all coming off, Honey-buns!"
Lisa playfully slapped her face. "Alright, I'll strip...I'll strip," she begged as she unsnapped her pants. She wiggled her hips and the pants fell and bunched around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She was left standing only in her white cotton panties.
"Let's go...you're not in the 6th grade anymore. You're 18 now, lose those cotton panties." Lisa said deeply, as she toyed with her waistband, before she took a deep breath and slid them down as well.
"We have bush," she cried out, looking down at her neatly trimmed pubic area (never having the guts to shave it completely bare, like some of her girlfriends).
"Ok, you've seen me naked. Can I see Tony Now?"
