Growing Up Insane
Chapter 2
Marcie and I hotfooted it to the bathroom keyhole to check on mom's
progress in getting her soul saved. From the peeks we got it looked like we'd
missed the first act involving the enemas. I know from personal experience that
mom has a thing for enemas, the bigger the better. When she's drunk, usually
once or twice a month, she will start bragging about the kinds of enemas she's
had and how long she can hold them. She claims she once took a gallon of hot
water and kept it in her for an hour and twenty minutes without using a bung to
plug her asshole. She claims she was so busy eating pussy and sucking cock that
she hardly noticed the enema except when she'd get a particularly strong cramp.
I find that hard to believe, but it's her story and who am I to argue?
Mom was on her knees communicating with the holy spirit through the
medium of the reverend's cock that appeared to be half way down her throat. The
reverend's assistant was whaling away on mom's back with a strap and was making
good progress in tearing up her skin. On my next peek mom was taking the waters
straight from the lady's tap. Her mouth was wide open and no more than six
inches from the lady's hairy cunt that seemed to have sprung a leak somewhere.
When Marcie started whooping and hollering on her peek,I went crazy waiting to
have my turn.
The reverend was bent over, his hands holding his cheeks apart. Mom was
on her hands and knees behind him, her face buried in his asshole, tossing his
salad for all she was worth. What made Marcie whoop was the fact that the tall
skinny lady from the church was behind mom with her big strap-on dildo buried in
mom's ass. It was a sight to see. Mom's asshole despite years of cornholing was
probably sore as a boil after that lady got done sawing away on it for damned
near fifteen mintes. It had to be something like that because Marcie and me took
a couple of turns each before that hairy holed honey finished doing momma good.
When the door flew open, it knocked my sister, ass over tea kettle, to
the floor. There was the reverend with a big shit-eating grin on his face. "I
presume you two trollops are hanging around the keyhole to make sure your momma
doesn't get hurt while we exorcize her worthless ass. Care to take a front row
seat for the grand finale?" he asked, licking his chops. I knew that something
real bad was about to happen to my dear old mother. I could hardly wait to see
what it would be.
Marcie couldn't contain herself either. She got up off her ass and asked
in a loud voice, "You gonna put the dog on momma's ass while she eats out that
skinny bitch?" I looked up at the ceiling, I was so embarrassed. The reverend
could hardly contain himself as his grin started stretching his face out of
shape. His head was moving from side to side and I thought any second he was
gonna break into a tap dance. "No, child of Satan, definitely not! No animal is
allowed to participate in a sacred exorcism such as I am about to employ on your
mother, the perpetual backsliding sinner and professional prostitute." I thought
that last bit was a touch heavy and was about to say so when mom broke in.
"You two show some respect for this man of god! I have placed my
worthless body in his hands in order that my soul be saved. Now shut your filthy
mouths or leave this holy place."
Now in my life I have heard many names used for the bathroom, but never
in my life have I ever heard it described as a holy place. That alone kept me
glued to my front row seat for the grand finale of this exorcism. While me and
Marcie were regaining control of ourselves, the reverend's assistant snapped a
pair of cuffs on mom's wrists to keep her from getting in the way of what was
about to transpire. While the lady rummaged around in the little tote bag she'd
brought in with her, mom began sucking the reverend's dick with a fervor that
was impressive.
That skank finally came up with what appeared to be a douche bag, and
from the sloshing noises that came from it, the bag was loaded. "Behold the
sacred waters that will purify the sinner's unclean ways." I was hard pressed to
keep a straight face when that naked lady who had just finished rearranging my
mom's insides with her trusty strap-on dildo made that statement as she raised
the "sacred" douche bag above her head. Once again I had to admit that this
skinny skank had one of the most impressive bushes I'd ever laid eyes on. I
couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to go down on that muff for a
time.
They got mom to lie on her back with her legs dangling over the edge of
the tub, making her pussy available for the purging it was about to receive. For
the life of me I could not understand how giving my mom a douche was going to
change her sinful ways. I soon got an answer to my question.
The reverend maneuvered himself into a position that allowed mom to
resume tossing his salad. His big hands spread the opening to mom's cunt as wide
as it could go. Then the church lady stuck the nozzle of that douche bag into
mom and commenced squeezing the contents from it. Nothing much happened for a
minute or so, the lady squeezed, my mom tossed, and the reverend grinned. Marcie
and I exchanged looks; neither one of us was quite sure what was going on.
Suddenly mom let out a muffled whoop and a holler that must have been an
interesting experience for the reverend since she did this directly into his
asshole. Her legs started flopping and thrashing to beat all hell. The church
lady jumped back leaving a trail of fluid from the douche bag that flowed down
mom's belly and tits. The reverend held on for dear life as mom tried to lift
him into the air by his asshole. He made his escape and then we were treated to
mom doing her version of break dancing. She didn't need any cardboard to do what
she did; it was simply amazing.
Mom waved her legs in the air at the same time she tried to corkscrew
her ass into the tiled floor. She hollered, she yelled, she yipped, she yelped;
all the time gyrating to beat hell. She rolled on her belly and dry humped the
floor with tears streaming down her face. She got on her knees and prayed
between screams. She slammed her ass against the tub over and over, as if trying
to knock something out of her cunt. We were just stunned, absolutely knocked for
a loop. It was obvious that something big was happening inside mom, maybe it was
the devil trying to leave the premises. When mom went into the air bicycle
routine it began to sink into me what was going on. She had managed to get most
of her ass off the tile and was pedaling her legs in mid-air for all she was
worth. Mom was really hurting big time and I decided to get into the act.
"What the fuck did that skank of a cunt do to my mom? You better undo it
real quick or you and her are in for some serious hurting! I will make one
fucking phone call and you and bitcho here will find your sorry asses in the
deepest shit imaginable. Now do something!" Marcie picked up on my lead and
headed for the door yelling for Andre, the enforcer, who we both knew was out
and about trolling for pussy. However those two assholes didn't know that.
The reverend started raising his hands in fright and hollering at his
lady friend to wash out the stuff she'd pumped into mom's cunt. It took a few
minutes before mom could calm down and stop crying. Those assholes had squirted
a mixture of mineral oil and kerosene into my mom's money-maker and nearly
burned off the lining of her cunt. This was very serious business. Mom being the
true believer that she is, started blessing the reverend and apologizing for our
behavior. The reverend was too scared to make the most of this golden
opportunity. In minutes he and his lady friend were out the door, leaving me and
Marcie to take care of mom.
Needless to say mom had to cancel her appointments for the following
day, missing out on a couple of toe curling orgasms. She remained in bed until
the next day when she got up long enough to limp off to the services being held
down at the store front church of the living lie, as I called it. A couple of
days after that the reverend paid mom a visit and they remained behind closed
doors for quite some time as they "prayed" and gave thanks for her conversion to
the righteous way once more. When I tried to peek in on them I discovered the
keyhole was blocked. Fortunately Marcie had drilled a backup hole in the wall
beside mom's bed and from that vantage point I was able to satisfy myself that
they were doing nothing but fucking, in fact it was classic missionary with mom
on the bottom as was her lot in life.
Tonight I have a date with Ralphy, my boyfriend for nearly fifteen
years. He's in town just to see me, which gives me a warm and very fuzzy
feeling. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on this little man who has
owned me ever since. It was a beautiful clear day with a brisk wind coming off
the ocean bringing the smell of salt and the five thousand horny sailors who
were about to be set loose on the waiting world of women after a six month stint
at sea. I had just turned pro and this was my first excursion down to the shore
to troll for sailors. I was all of thirteen and already pretty wise to the way
of the world thanks to my mom who was a seasoned veteran of the sex wars.
Ralphy was the first of many scores that I made by the ocean. He wasn't
much to look at, maybe a few inches taller than my five feet three inches and
real thin. His uniform seemed to swallow him up every time the wind blew. He had
this very fine blonde hair that I could never keep my hands from touching.
Perhaps his best feature was that little boy smile that used to light up his
face whenever I made him happy, and lord knows I have dedicated many nights and
days to this task over the last nearly fifteen years.
Mom had made arrangements with a local inn keeper and a block of his
finest rooms had been set aside for mom and her working girls. The one Ralphy
and I spent three glorious and fun filled days and nights in had a view of this
blinking advertising sign that touted the wonders of some local beer. We never
did get around to drinking any of it since we were too busy swapping vast
quantities of our bodily fluids back and forth.
I remember being really nervous about having to do a strip for my
customer. In the house all we ever wore were robes, except when one of the girls
had a fetish thing to do. I was considered to be too inexperienced for such
activities. Here I was, just out of my training bra, getting ready to show the
merchandise to this little man in that big sailor suit. I took a deep breath,
stared out the window at that blinkig sign and began to take off my clothes.
It was chilly in that little room and by the time I was down to my
panties, bikinis with a transparent crotch, I was getting goose bumps. When I
popped open my bra and let my 32As out to take some fresh air, his eyes were as
big as saucers. I started paying more attention to him now that I realized he
was getting turned on by what I was showing. I gave him my fifty dollar smile
and began sliding those wispy panties down my legs. When I stepped out of them
my pussy was staring him right in the face.
Then he did that thing that made me his slave for the rest of my natural
life; he leaned forward and planted a kiss directly on my slit which was showing
real good since my pubic hair was still in the process of coming in. I thought I
was going to melt into a puddle of pussy juice right in front of this little
blonde man with the magic touch. No one ever kissed my cunt like that, no one.
Guys had gone down on me, but they always acted like my pussy was some kind of a
chew toy. This was so different it made me feel almost sick in my stomach. He
kissed me again, this time moving up maybe a half inch and did I get juicy. I
got so juicy that I could smell myself.
Suddenly he jumped up and clutched me to his chest and then got the
damndest look on his face. He had just shot six months of loneliness into his
underpants. There actually was so much of it that a stain appeared on the front
of his uniform within seconds. Now I have had guys cum early, but most of them
at least made it to my cunt before loosing their loads. This was a new
experience for me. He sat down on that creaky bed and his face was white as a
sheet. I just stood there with my panties down by my feet and ran my fingers
through that fine blonde hair and crooned like he was a lost child that I had
just found. It was very weird and very wonderful, all rolled into one.
My behavior would have scandalized my dear mother. In my defense I will
only say I still was not yet totally familiar with all the lessons in the
Whore's Manual that was issued to girls like me upon entering the profession. I
made him shuck those trousers so I could soak out that stain in the sink basin
located in this tiny little broom closet of a room. When I suggested it might be
a good idea to give me his shorts as well, he just peeled them off without a
word.
It was then that I got the second big surprise. Ralphy was not hung very
well. In his depleted state he was miniscule, but later on when he regained his
erection fully, his pecker was less than average in length and woefully lacking
in girth as well. I have often chided myself for my less than charitable
reaction to his condition, and have attempted by thought and often deed to atone
for my serious error in judgement.
While his stuff was soaking in the sink we got on the bed and started
getting to know each other. Damned if he didn't kiss me down there again and I
gave it up to him in a big way. I swallowed his little man and enjoyed the feel
of all that cum shooting off inside my mouth.I was so wet I was embarrassed. I
was the one staining the bed sheets.
Ralphy never let me rest. When he wasn't getting that little thing hard
and ready to go for the umpteenth time, he was busy triple tonguing me into a
juicing crazy girl who thought she had found her maker. Perhaps that was what he
was, because he made me so many times in the next three days and nights that I
went home sore from all the stimulation I had received from his magic tongue,
his magic lips and his toy cannon that never seemed to run out of ammunition.
The truly amazing part was he never used a rubber the entire time. We must have
been the luckiest pair of fools who ever mussed up a bed.
I wound up with all of his money, despite my desire to leave him
something to live on while he was ashore. He told me he didn't need any money
because he would be going back to the ship as soon as I left to go back to the
house. We swore a silly oath to keep in touch. He gave me the address where I
could send mail, and made me promise to write him. I was too ashamed to give him
the address of the whore house I worked out of, but that changed pretty quick
after we started to send stuff back and forth.
We meet every six months or so and it's just like the first time; all
kissing, hugging, sucking and fucking, his magic tongue doing the things that
only he can do to me. No matter how many guys have done me, and all the tricks
I've learned about how to make a man think he's happy and how to get him off in
ten thousand different ways, all it takes is five minutes with Ralphy and I'm
back to being thirteen again and happy as hell to be there. I do wonder what is
to become of us when his twenty years in the service are up and there is then no
excuse for us not getting together permanently. I sometimes dream about that day
and there are other times that I dread it.
(To be continued)
