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My thirty-seventh birthday was one of the best! I’d been engaged to Keith over five years and he wouldn’t agree to a wedding date. He pestered me for sex at least daily, and often twice a day, but wouldn’t let me smoke in the house.
My daughter Marie’s birthday gift to me was a month of freedom from sex. She was a rebellious little bitch a long time, just like I was at the same age, barely eighteen. She snuck out of the house to go to parties late at night and dated boys that I knew were no good. I don’t know for sure, but I think she messed around with another girl, too.
Over the course of several months she stole a few carton’s worth of my cigarettes, one, two, or three at a time. Eventually, she started stealing cash from Keith and I and had older friends buy them for her. Very early one morning, a cop even caught her walking home drunk as a skunk, carrying a mostly empty wine bottle!
After all of that, I was about to kick her out of the house, until we figured out a way the whole family could be happy. Our deal was perfect!
Until it wasn’t.
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(Keith’s point of view)
My pretty redheaded fiancee Cathie’s thirty-seventh birthday was a very exciting day. We had cake and ice cream, and fun playing a few party games with family and friends. After she opened the gifts and the guests went home, I walked to the bathroom.
She wondered aloud, “Where did Marie go?” I saved a mental picture of her excellent e-cup chest as she turned away. I knew very well her bra size was 40 E or ‘double-D’, because that was half the reason I began dating her. Most of the rest was her gorgeous face, which was slowly showing the signs of age. The last bit was the fact she smoked. I have a major smoking fetish, and LOVE watching women suck on things.
A short time later, she dragged her cute blonde daughter Marie by the hand and pushed her onto the sofa next to me. My fiancée shouted, “She was smoking cigarettes in the garage again! I told you before, Marie! If you wanna smoke like a whore, you’re gonna suck and fuck like a whore! You turned eighteen last month, so you’re old enough. Throw out all your cigarettes and lighters, or take out his cock and suck it! Right now!”
I was utterly astounded!
Marie loudly asked, “WHAT?” Her chest was only midsize, around 34C, but I thought the rest of her was even more attractive than her beautiful mother.
Cathie pulled Marie’s hair a little and demanded, “I know you smoke and you’re not a virgin anymore, miss innocent! You heard me! Get rid of the cigarettes, or make him cum!”
She objected, “But Mom! I don’t want to! And you smoke, too!”
“I already suck and fuck like a whore, because I AM his whore! Tell her about our deal, Keith.”
I was embarrassed to admit, “I buy groceries and pay all the bills, and your mother lets me in her mouth, pussy, and butt once a week each.” I paused and swallowed, then added, “More would be better, though.”
Marie asked, “But why? I thought you two were in love?”
“Notice there’s a big difference between us? Our looks?”, her mother queried.
“Well, you’re a woman and he’s a man.”
I explained, “She means how attractive she is and I’m not.”
Cathie added, “My first job was being Miss Iowa! Keith makes a lot of money, and he’s usually a nice guy, but he’s just fugly.”
Marie asked, “So, because you’re a nine and he’s only a six?”
Cathie said, “If you ever saw him wake up, you’d know he’s a three before coffee and a shower.” She made a gagging motion.
At the same time, I smiled and asked, “You think I’m a six?”
Cathie held a hand over my mouth and expounded, “He wants sex every day, or even twice a day, but I only feel like it once a week. He pays your grandmother’s mortgage, too, and she gives him a sexy night once a week.”
Marie’s face twisted with revulsion. “But Granny’s SO OLD! Ancient!”
I bashfully explained, “Like they say, everybody looks the same in the dark. She lets me in her butt without complaining, for as long as I want, and her blowjobs are great!”
Marie groaned in disgust, “In the butt, then the mouth! Eeeew!”
“Sometimes, but she takes enemas to clean it out first. And she uses mouthwash after. Anal feels SO GOOD!” I remembered in joyous reverie.
Cathie added, “We hate doing it, but your gran and I give him a threesome once a month so he pays our car payments, too.”
Instead of disgusted, Marie was strangely curious. She mumbled, “Hmmmm. . . you screw Granny, Mom?”
“No! We don’t touch each other, but we do it with him at the same time.”
“That could be . . .”
Her mother demanded, “If you want to smoke like a whore, you’re gonna do your part. You smoke like a whore, you suck and fuck him like a whore! Your gran and I will still do it when we’re in the mood, and you make him cum the rest of the time. Throw out all your lighters and cigarettes, or say you’ll be his whore!”
I thought it was obvious Cathie was bluffing to make her daughter quit.
“But . . . but, Mom!” The beautiful blonde eighteen-year-old glared at her mother defiantly and declared, “Fine! I’ll be Keith’s whore if he buys me cigs and lets me smoke in the house. I’ll be his dirty, nasty, cock- and cigarette-sucking whore!” She unzipped my trousers and slid my boxers down. “And beer! I wanna drink on the weekends, too!”
Cathie surprised me even more, with, “Deal! You can drink all you want if his dick is in you.”
I stared in shock, as Marie leaned over and sucked my cockhead into her mouth. The warm wetness was wonderful at first, but her teeth scraped along my shaft which was quite painful. I gently pushed her face away and said, “Whoa, whoa! Don’t bite or scrape me with your teeth! That hurts!”
There was a naughty gleam in Cathie’s eye when she said, “She needs some sex education. Let’s go get some videos and a few dildos.”
Marie added, “And Camel lights, I’m almost out. Some ashtrays for the house, too.”
Cathie shook her head. “Nope! Not Camels. He likes long thin white ones, and he’s buying. You’ll smoke Virginia Slim 120s with a cigarette holder, just like me and your gran. Right, Keith?”
I could barely believe what was happening! I agreed, “Yeah. I like holders and long ones are sexier, more feminine.”
Marie sighed and agreed, “Okay.”
I was a little disappointed when Cathie added, “And condoms. I gotta get her on birth control soon. Let’s get going.” I silently complained to myself, ‘I don’t want a baby, but bareback fells SO MUCH better!’ She picked up her keys and purse.
In the garage, she told us, “He didn’t cum yet, so sit in the back seat with him. Since you suck at sucking, lick it and let him play with your boobs. And when he pops, you damn well better swallow! I don’t want cum all over the car!”
“But Mom! In public!”
“It’s dark out, so nobody will see you.”
“Fine!” She rebelliously lit her last Camel light and blew smoke in her mother’s face, then followed me into the back seat.
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