The Great Depression

I'm sitting here in my office today, on this hot August 1939 day, here in Houston Texas. It's above 100 outside and a muggy sweaty type day, yes my window is open but there's not much of a breeze so it's still miserable and I can't wait until the sun goes down.

Hello, my name is James.

James Lawrence the 3rd, one of the richest and most powerful men in Texas that isn't an oil man and one that came out of the Great Depression as far ahead as I did.

Let me tell you a little about myself and my wonderful family.

I am James 3rd, I am now 38 years old, 6 ft 3 inches tall and about 220 pounds.

Yes I'm not in as good a shape as I was earlier in life but who is, right?

My parents are James Lawrence Jr. and Misty Lawrence.

My dad James Jr. was a rich banker, yes that's right was, he passed on about five years ago from a sudden stroke, he would have been 68 if he was still here, he was a shorter person and a little over weight, seems he drank a lot since the Depression time.

Dad was a banker and played heavily in the stock market back then, in 1929 at the start of this story, dad was 59 years old.

Mom, or Misty was a beautiful bride at their wedding, a blushing bride of only 15 years old, she had me at the young age of 16, I guess that happened a lot back then, some older rich banker type sweet talked a girl into bed, got them knocked up and ended up with a young trophy wife.

My mother was and is still very beautiful, her birthday is a few weeks away and she will be only 52, mom has long blond hair, 5 ft 6 tall and weighs only 125 pounds, a nice pear shaped ass and bra full of 36 c tits and legs that can wrap around a man and pull him balls deep inside her.

I have 3 sisters, Rebecca, 35 very tall and long legs with smaller breast but a nice ass and beautiful long red hair.

Lisa 30 and built just like her mom just several years younger and then there's my precious little sister Cindy.

Cindy is 18 and very special to me, my baby sister is only 5 ft 2 and barely 100 pounds, a nice solid rack for a small girl and the best looking ass in the family, she has shorter blond hair and sparkling green eyes and the most kissable lips you can imagine.

Ok back to the story, I'm sitting at my desk and as I mentioned, it's a miserably hot evening.

The guys or my crew are just outside my door waiting to escort me home to the loves of my life.

My guys or the crew you wonder, well let me explain that a little as I go back several years.

My dad never approved of my friends, he said they were low life scum and not trustworthy, but little did he know how trustworthy they are.

Dad was always complaining about the hours I kept and the grades I made in school, how was I ever to become a rich banker like him if I didn't make better grades and why was I always getting kicked out of school for disciplinary reasons.

All through junior high and high school I had this same group of kids that ran with me, we were thick as thieves, well at times I guess we were thieves.

We had our own little organization, the lower Houston Mafia I guess you could call it. No one got by without giving us some respect or in other words, paid to help fund our organization, though some tried, after breaks and bruises and a few things happening at their businesses or their sons had a rough day they didn't mind donating.

For years we had a good business going, booze was made plentiful at the right price and pussy was always available and even if some rich faggot banker or business man wanted a big cock to suck, we could make it happen for a fair price.

We were over distribution and price adjustment for the whole south part of Houston all the way into Galveston.

And yes we did have a few other distributor's but they cut us in for a share and followed our pricing and rules.

Back to my dad's unhappiness with my friends and business, he always complained and said I should invest into the stock market and why do I always have so much money on hand, he would always tell me.

"Son, put that money in the bank, it's not safe to carry all that cash around with you."

Like who the hell would rob me with my gang around right.

It was around September 1929, things were not terribly bad but just strained a little, money wasn't being loaned out by the banks, land was for sale a little cheaper and my old dad was pushing hard for me to invest into his bank.

I mentioned to him one night after dinner. "Dad, why would I invest money in your bank, it's losing money every day besides, I'd rather keep the investments I have invested in."

"And what investments are better than stocks and banks son?"

"I kinda like investing in Whorehouses and bootlegged booze Dad, whenever I sell the booze I make triple what I pay for it and when I sell someone some pussy and they are finished with it, I still own it and can sell it to someone else."

Dad didn't like my answer and he told me, "Son that's not the legal or right way to make a living."

"Well dad, I don't tell people how to spend their money and I never told you how to spend your extra money, like the black college kid that visited your office a few weeks ago, seems he was there to give some old banker some big black cock, I bet I could get him to describe the banker that wanted to suck his cock."

Dad didn't know that I new it was him that ordered a male whore that day, hell he didn't know I picked out Jerome especially for him, in my business who am I to judge.

A month and half later Black Thursday came upon the country and the world.

Banks were closing, the stock market crashed and most of those old rich stuck up bastards were jumping out windows.

My dad's bank was almost bankrupt, he said it wouldn't last another month and pleaded for me to help him, my answer was no.

A few days later came Black Tuesday, everyone was panic selling off what they had left over, even pour old dad, sold everything which ultimately ended his bank for good and much earlier that he thought it would.

What did I do? Well at times like this is when people like myself make our best business deals.

As far as dad and my family goes, I gave dad a small salary and took over the household, expenses and other duties.

I funded my sisters in their schooling and kept the family fed and clothed and all bills paid.

And I invested in people, especially people around our community that had something of value to trade for the investment I was going to give them.

Like the Roberts family, Carl Roberts was a fisherman and had a two boat fleet.

Carl ran his business for years with only one boat, but at the start of 1929, Carl made the unwise business decision of investing in a second boat and crew, I"m sure Carl had no idea that hard times were coming.

Dad's bank had financed the deal and dad was a shrewd business man at times, so dad made Carl bundle his house and both boats together, telling Carl he would be getting a better interest rate, but dad never gave anyone a better rate.

So also a little more about myself.

With money comes power, with more power comes more money and with someone like me that has both and the fact that I am somewhat a domineering type person, I have been know to abuse this power and make people submit to me and Carl and his family was about to find that out.

After Carl's visit to my office and hearing his pleas about my purchasing his debts and the fact that I was going to collect on them by weeks end, kicking Carl and his family out and taking possession of his boats and crews.

Carl was here asking if there was any way he could work something out with me.

I knew of a great way and told Carl that I would be over to his house later that evening to discuss it with him and his whole family.

I had purchased Carl's debt for pennies on the dollar so I had very little invested, maybe five hundred or less so I wasn't going to lose much but gain everything.

Carl is sitting at his kitchen table here in Galveston, his head is laying in his hands and he is weeping about the terms of the deal, but he knows he has no other option.

I am sitting on his sofa, his daughter Betty just had her 18th birthday is on my right and his wife Ronda is on my left, his son Carl Jr. 19 is sitting by the fireplace on the hearth with a shocked look on his face.

Was I worried about them revolting and ganging up on me, not at all.

Jerome, one of the male hookers was a big black man and was right behind Carl Sr. and Jr. was a shrimp size little guy, not more than 5 ft 6 and 110 pounds.

My terms which he reluctantly accepted, we were full time partners, 50-50.

He had the financing under my dad's bookkeeping to operate and even expand as we went farther.

The hardest condition was his submission to me, he had to submit his wife, his daughter and yes even his son if I requested.

That night was a long one for Carl Sr.

I think Carl Jr. wasn't so unhappy at the end.

It started out with Carl Sr. and Jr. sitting in chairs beside the master bedroom bed with Jerome planted firmly behind them.

Carl watched on in horror at first as he watched me kissing and undressing his wife with his sexy young daughter laying next to us in the bed.

Feasting on those plump breast of Carl's wife was fun but when she raised those thick thighs inviting me in while smiling at the large package about to invade her, Carl took a deep breath at the same time Ronda his wife did when I buried my 9 inches deep inside her.

I fucked Carl's wife through 3 orgasms as she screamed how much she loved my cock, I pulled out before I came and told Ronda to clean me up for her daughter.

As Ronda was swallowing my big cock head. I notice both father and son was sporting a little hard on, not big but very hard.

I had their daughter Betty sucking on my cock as her mother was licking Betty's virgin pussy getting it wet enough for me.

Ronda laid back on the bed beside me and myself on top of her virgin daughter and watched with glazed eyes as I penetrated her daughter for her very first time.

After a little blood and going slow, Betty was whimpering and her fingers gripping the sheets and she thrashed around on the bed as I plowed her newly spread pussy.

It was so tight and I knew two things, I wasn't going to last much longer and I would be back for more of this tight young lady.

As I was getting ready to cum deep inside Betty's tight little pussy, I looked over at Ronda, and Jerome had decided to join us.

Jerome was balls deep inside of Carl's moaning wife and Carl Sr. and Jr. were both sitting in their chairs stroking their little dicks.

Jerome and I shot several ropes of cum deep inside these two ladies at the same time but now I wanted to see if I had total dominance over them.

I told Carl and his son to come beside the bed and I watched as both of them followed my instructions to the letter.

Carl Jr. mounted his mother and was fucking her with every little inch he had and Carl Sr. was cleaning off the biggest black cock I'd ever seen but as far as my pretty little Betty, everyone was told she was mine only and I would kill anyone that touched her and they knew I meant every word.

I have to admit that was one of my finest investments, I had Betty on a regular schedule, the fishing business was booming and expanding since my boats had to sell out before any others were allowed to sell in town and Carl Sr was always smiling about the money we were making and Jr. was happy about fucking his mother every night while his dad jacked off in the chair beside them and yes Carl Sr was happy every time we had a fantastic fishing haul, as a bonus I sent Jerome to visit him.

Business was going well for me but the whole country was in a struggle, there were other companies I had taken over and other lives and families I had enriched is a way of putting it.

At home things were going grand.

Dad didn't have a lot of time for anything, with him doing all the books, I took over the study and the home office while dad took a small room in the basement as his office and then after a few days he figured it was best to move in there since it was closer to his work.

And how did that come about, well around the second night after I took over the house and employed dad, one of the understandings were, things was changing around home.

I informed dad about those changes and he reluctantly agreed in the end, knowing it was that or he was out alone.

I bought a lot of contracts from his bank and the family home was one of them as was his personal debts.

So my not so rich and happy father watched from the chair in the masters chambers as I seduced and took possession of his wife, my beautiful mother Misty Lawrence.

I could hear his sniffles and whimpering as I took my mothers chin in my fingers and lifted her to the first of many passionate kisses we would share.

And even his pleas of don't do it son as I nibbled mom's neck and slipped her nightie off her shoulders.

I heard my dad groan the words, "no honey, don't do that." As my mother sank to her knees in front of me and wrapped those red lips around the head of my cock.

After mom giving me a fantastic blow job, she wraps her fingers around my cock and tugs me toward the bed where she climbs to the center and spreads out those long legs, opening heaven to me.

I look into those blue eyes, her blond hair fanned out on their bed which is about to become mine and as I slide into mothers tight cunt, she takes a deep breath and gripping the sheets, "Baby, be gentle, I've never had anyone but your father and he is so small and I haven't even had that in a few years."

I made slow passionate love to my mother for thirty minutes, bringing her to several orgasms and exchanging passionate kisses and I love you's between us and just as I was about to cum, mom wrapped her thighs around me and said.

"Fuck me hard son, take me and make me your's from now on."

I also noticed it was quite where my dad was, I looked over towards him just as I picked up speed plowing into his wife, my mother.

There was my dad, looking at us with his little 4 inches in his fingers beating it for all it was worth and as I came deep inside his wife, who is now my woman and my mother, I seen him dribbling his cum out.

I kissed mom and told her.

"I love you Misty, you're mine from this minute on and we will live in this bedroom as husband and wife from now on."

"Yes son, I would love being your's, I will be your faithful wife."

"Dad, one last thing for you to ever do in this room, come over here and clean up my new bride."

I was surprised at how fast my father jumped to his feet and had his face buried between moms legs and sucked my cum from her fresh fucked pussy.

That was going to be the last time he ever touched another woman that lived in this house, I have decided, they are going to belong to me.

And the time for me to claim them was going to be in a few weeks when my three sisters came home from their school campus for our my new wife's birthday party.

Have a Happy Birthday MOM, my Wife.