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The Bitch Next Door
by Vulgus

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I live at the end of a quiet little cul-de-sac in a quiet subdivision just outside the city limits of a very small city. After I retired from the Army my wife and I bought this house. We never intended for it to be our last house but once we got settled in, well, I'm not sure what happened. We just never got around to finding another place. I guess inertia set in.

It's a nice enough house and we have a big yard. We weren't that far from the beach. We lived in the south and although we are originally from the north and miss it, these warm winters are hard to give up once you get used to them, especially if you ride a motorcycle.

I found a new job and my wife went to work for the Government and we were doing alright. We weren't rich and we weren't ever going to be. But we managed to pay off our mortgage in ten years and our cars were paid for. We had a small second mortgage that we had taken out so that we could do a little remodeling. But it was almost paid off.

Then our life just kind of went to hell. My wife started feeling funny. Not really bad, no pain or anything really. Just kind of out of sorts. She went to our doctor and a week later we were faced with a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer.

It knocked the wind out of both of us because my mother had died of pancreatic cancer. It had been quick and deadly. By the time my wife's condition was diagnosed it was already quite advanced. It was devastating to learn that the most that we could hope for was that she wouldn't suffer.

I won't go into the few short weeks that followed. I don't like to dwell on them. But my wife and I had been married for thirty years and it had been a very happy marriage. I took care of her night and day until the end. But after she was gone I was a hopeless mess. I almost decided not to go on.

Gradually I started to get on with my life. I had always loved books and I spent most of my time on the internet tracking down used books about WWII. I had begun to acquire a pretty large library of personal and unit histories from the ETO. I didn't just collect them. I read them all. I am in awe of the people who fought that war.

After I retired from the Army I got a job working for a large company in a nearby town. They decided to downsize their American operation and move most of their manufacturing to Mexico. I was offered a buyout and I took it. I had saved up a pretty good bit of money and I had my wife's life insurance. I didn't go out much and I didn't buy much besides books and chrome for my Harley. So I gave my employer twelve thousand dollars and some change and retired on a full pension at the age of fifty-two. I had my military retirement, my company pension and a monthly income from my investments. I was clearing a whole hell of a lot more than I was spending.

I lived a quiet life in my quiet home at the end of my quiet cul-de-sac. I wouldn't say I was happy. It was more like I left the world alone and they left me alone.

One of the good things about my neighborhood was that there wasn't a lot of turnover. I have lived in my house for fifteen years and most of my neighbors already lived in their homes when my wife and I moved in. Then someone new bought the house beside mine. They were a nice enough couple. They were quiet and they kept to themselves. I met them a few times. He was a finance manager for a car dealer and she was a real estate agent.

That real estate agent part is where the trouble started. They moved out after a little over a year and they started renting their house out. They were charging enough that it wasn't too bad at first. Most of the renters were upper middleclass and seemed okay. Some of them were a pain in the ass but most were quiet enough. The house started to go to hell over time. But every now and then they would fix it up between renters.

Then a young couple with two kids moved in. They fought loudly and constantly. The cops came to their house early in the morning at least once a week. Since my bedroom was in the front of the house I had to listen to their screaming and throwing things and all their nasty language at two or three o'clock in the morning on a fairly regular basis.

As for the two kids, the girl wasn't so bad. She was about fourteen I guess. But she was quiet and I hardly ever saw her. The only time you ever heard a peep out of her was when she was outside talking on her cell phone at night. I did admire the way she dressed though. I wasn't sure of her age but I knew she was too young. So I was always upset with myself for checking her out. But she sure did walk around without a lot of clothes on a lot. She had a cute little body and she was damned proud of it.

The boy though, I think there was something wrong with that kid. He was a year or two younger but he was strange. Before very long he had torn up their back deck and tossed pieces of it all over the damn place, but mostly over the fence into my back yard. I always had to walk around my yard before I mowed my grass to pick up the trash he left there. And speaking of mowing, more often than not I had to mow their front and side yard. The neighbor on the other side mowed the grass on his side. I don't know if they even owned a lawnmower.

Things quieted down after a few months when the husband or boyfriend or whatever the hell he was moved out. After that it wasn't so bad. We still ended up mowing their lawn for them. And that screwy kid still kept throwing shit in my yard. But I hardly ever saw them after that. On the few occasions that I had tried to politely ask her to keep her kid and her kid's trash out of my yard she had jumped all over me. So I made it a point to avoid her. She was a bitch and it wasn't worth the hassle.

They had lived there for nearly a year and I had never spoken to them again. The woman had yelled at me once more recently. She accused me of saying something to one of her kids. I didn't know what she was talking about. I had never spoken to either one of them. I found out later that the neighbor on the other side had the same problem with the boy throwing shit in his yard. He had caught him doing it once and told him that the next time he did it he was going to call the cops.

I figured they'd be moving out pretty soon. She didn't seem to have a job and the punk husband was gone. I knew that the rent on that house was outrageous even though it was starting to go to hell. I was really looking forward to them leaving.

Then one day I went out to the mailbox after the mail carrier had gone by and the woman next door was in her driveway. She was bent over her car, crying loudly. I tried to ignore her. I couldn't stand the bitch. But Christ, I've always been a soft touch for a crying woman. As much as I wanted to go back into my house and make believe I hadn't heard her I just couldn't do it.

I walked over to the woman and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

She ignored me for a minute and I said, "Is there something that I can help you with?"

Finally she looked up and from the look on her face you would have thought that I was responsible for all of her problems! She sniffed and wiped her eyes on her sleeves. Then she exclaimed in a voice dripping with loathing, "NO! Leave me the fuck alone! You damned men are all alike. I know what you want!"

That was just fine with me. If she wants me to leave her the fuck alone then I will gladly leave her the fuck alone. Bitch!

I went back to my house. I went through my mail and forgot all about her.

That would have been the end of it. That should have been the end of it. I really didn't care what happened to the bitch or what her problem was. But a few hours later the doorbell rang.

I went to answer the door. I figured it was either someone selling something or a Jesus freak trying to push god down my throat. But it was her. She had been crying recently, or still, and she looked, I'm not sure, I guess somewhere between embarrassed and desperate.

I opened the storm door and said, "Yes?"

She couldn't look me in the eye. It looked like she was staring at the doorbell button. She stood there long enough that I got impatient with her. If she had come looking for sympathy then she had come to the wrong damn door.

After much too much time had passed I asked, "What is it you want?"

I think my voice probably told her that whatever the hell it was she wasn't apt to get it.

Finally she said in a voice so timid that I could barely hear it, "I don't know how to say this."

There was another long pause and finally she said, "I need help. I have nowhere to turn. My husband has disappeared and we are being evicted. I don't have a job and I don't have any money. I was supposed to go see about a job today but my car wouldn't start. It doesn't matter though. I couldn't have done it even if they had hired me. I couldn't be a stripper."

I had to give her credit for having brass balls!

I was more than a little incredulous, after the way she had treated me, that she would even consider asking me for anything.

I waited for her to be a little more specific. When she didn't say anything more I asked, "What is it you want from me?"

She looked into my eyes finally. She was crying again. For the first time in my life though it wasn't working. I didn't feel a thing for her, not even a glimmer of sympathy.

She replied in a trembling voice, "I have two kids. We have no food, no money, and no place to live. Please, won't you help me?"

I honestly don't know where my response came from. I didn't feel bad for having said it though. I responded, "If you can't be a stripper I don't guess there is much I can do for you. You know how we men are."

I closed the door in her face and I have to be honest, I was pretty damned proud of myself. I'm normally a pretty soft touch. But I wanted this bitch and her brood out of here. I sure as hell didn't want them in my house!

I was almost all the way back to my study when the bell rang again. I knew it was her. I debated with myself for a moment. I was very tempted to just ignore her. I knew she was standing there crying and needy and I just didn't feel for her at all. She was pretty damned good looking too. She was in her early thirties and had a nice tight body. She looked tired, a little haggard maybe. But she had a cute face.

But to me she was just the bitch next door.

So there was a young, crying, attractive mother of two at my door. Normally under those circumstances I would force her to take every cent I had in the house. But she was such a god damn bitch!

She didn't ring the bell again. I don't know if she would have or not. I finally went back and opened the door.

She had gone back to staring at the doorbell. She couldn't look me in the eyes. When I opened the door she asked, "Is that what it would take? If I take off my clothes will you help us?"

I guess I need to make an embarrassing confession right about here. Since my wife died my sex life has consisted of reading dirty stories on the internet and masturbating. Hell, I didn't think I could reach orgasm now without a computer in the room!

I mention that for two reasons. First, I have not seen a real live naked woman in so long that the prospect of a woman, even this bitch, undressing for me had me instantly erect. And I don't mean that my posture was good.

The second reason I mention those internet stories is that I had really broadened my horizons recently. I had read about a lot of things that had turned me on. I don't mean to imply that I was all that naïve before. But I had never given a lot of thought to many of the things that I read about. I knew that some people were into things that I wasn't. But when my wife was alive and I was sexually satisfied I didn't think about that stuff much.

When I began masturbating to the stories I read, my fantasies, the things that turned me on began to change. I no longer dreamed about making love to a loving spouse. I enjoyed reading some pretty kinky stories now. I never expected to experience any of those things. But the fantasies were fun.

I am in my fifties now. I'm in pretty good shape. People don't cover their eyes and scream when they see me on the street. But I have no interest in the playing the dating game again. I didn't want another wife. I had the one love of my life and I had no desire to replace her.

On the other hand, the idea of having some attractive woman by the short and curlies, a woman that I really, really didn't like, if she were desperate enough that might be amusing.

She still didn't have the nerve to look me in the eye. She continued to stare at my doorbell. It's a cute doorbell. My wife picked it out. It's in the shape of a gecko. But it isn't that fascinating.

I almost took her up on her offer. It was a vague offer. I suppose she was asking me to give her money to take off her clothes. The amount was unspecified. And she had offered to do no more than undress. I have to admit that the idea of seeing her undress appealed to me. And I suppose that I should also admit that a large part of the appeal of it was that she would hate it so much.

But after a long hesitation I decided that it wasn't worth it. I finally answered, "No. I would probably enjoy seeing you undress. But that isn't enough. You have been a bitch since you moved in. I know I couldn't put up with you or your shit. I don't have two spare bedrooms. Besides, that boy of yours, he'd drive me nuts. No, I don't want you around and I've got a lot better things to do with my money than bail out someone I can't stand."

I started to shut the door again when she actually dropped to her knees in my doorway. She covered her face and said, "I'm begging you! I'll do anything. We haven't eaten in two days. The sheriff's office is coming to throw my stuff out in the street tomorrow. I have used up all of my welfare entitlement. Please, my kids!"

If it had been just her it might have been a much easier decision. But I had been alone for a couple years. I had always been fond of my peace and quiet. I was even more fond of it now.

I looked down at her in disgust. I was surprised when I realized that I actually felt no pity for her at all. In a stern voice I said, "Get up! Stop making a fool of yourself."

I paused as she struggled to her feet. Then I asked, "Did you mean it? When you said that you would do anything, were you serious?"

She nodded her head slightly.

I could tell from her face and her body language that we were talking about the same thing here. She knew what I was asking.

I had to decide if I was willing to give up my quiet lifestyle for the opportunity to torment this bitch for a while. While I was deciding I thought we should find out just how far she was willing to go and what she expected in exchange.

I said, "I already know what a low opinion you have of men. I certainly don't intend to disillusion you on that front. If we make this agreement I am going to treat you like shit. I am going to abuse you and humiliate you for as long as you stay here. I will not accept any limits on what I can do to you. In exchange, I will house you and your brats. I will feed you and I will see about getting your car running or replacing it with a piece of crap of equal value so that you can attempt to find a job and work your way out of here."

"The first time you refuse an order you are out of here. And if your kids get on my nerves you are out of here. You will have to keep a close eye on that boy of yours. I won't have him tearing up my place the way he has the house next door."

"I will permit you to bring a small amount of clothing into my home. But before you do you will wash it and dry every piece of it. Your other belongings will have to go into storage."

I didn't get the impression that they were a very clean family. And in this part of the country you have to have regular visits from the exterminator or you have a problem with roaches. That's just the way it is. I didn't want them bringing their things into my house. I would be surprised if everything they owned wasn't contaminated.

She had given no indication either way if she was going to accept my outrageous terms. Not until she said, "I don't have any way of getting my things into storage and I can't pay for it."

I replied, "If you will accept my offer I will take care of it."

She was still crying softly. I wondered for a second if I had turned into a cold blooded bastard or if it was just that I hated this bitch that much. But to be honest, once it started to look like this was going to happen I had started thinking with my dick.

I had a feeling I was going to regret this. But I said, "Go get your kids. But you had best warn both of them that the first time one of them pisses me off you guys are sleeping in the street. I have never had kids of my own and I haven't the patience for them. You bring the kids back and I'll fix you something to eat. But just remember, if you come back here with your kids then you have accepted my offer and your ass belongs to me. And in this house there are no rules but mine. I'm warning you right up front, you will do things you can't even imagine. And I'll make you do them just because you are a bitch and I hate you."

Then I shut the door in her face.

I went into the kitchen and looked around to see what I had to feed three people. I am in the habit of shopping for one now. Or shopping for more than one but freezing a lot of food for later.

I had some hamburger and a brick of aged Vermont cheddar. I guess cheeseburgers and macaroni and cheese is a good kid's meal. I started the water boiling for the macaroni and grated the cheese. I pressed the meat into patties and put some buns in the oven to warm them. Then I waited to see if they would show.

The more I thought about it the more I hoped that they wouldn't. I wouldn't mind spending a night having sex with her if she took a long hot shower. But I was really not looking forward to having three strangers in my home.

I guess that she really threw a scare into the kids. Either that or they were so hungry they were weak. Whatever the reason, they finally showed up at my door and they were quiet and docile as fawns.

I let them in and led them to the kitchen. I seated them at the kitchen island and offered them drinks. The kids had coke, the bitch asked for anything with alcohol in it. I gave her a glass of wine which I thought would loosen her up if she hasn't eaten in two days.

I finally learned their names. The bitch was Ann. Her daughter was Tanya and the boy was Pete. While I made them supper I found out more about them. Ann was thirty-three. Tanya was fifteen but looked at least a year younger. She had a nice little body but she was very small for her age.

Pete was thirteen. He didn't seem to be as weird as I had thought. Or at least when questioned he answered as well as you might expect from a thirteen year old. He didn't seem brain damaged. So I don't have any idea why they let him run around and tear up the place like he did. I was going to keep a close eye on him.

I noticed when I went to the door to let them in that they all smelled. They looked clean and I realized that it was just that their clothes were filthy. In answer to my question Ann explained that they didn't have a washer and there was no money for the laundromat. She had been washing their clothes by hand in the sink but they ran out of soap a week ago.

The first thing that they were going to do after they ate was get out of those clothes and bathe.

I served them a half dozen thick burgers and a big pot of macaroni and cheese. It was obvious that Ann hadn't been lying about how long it had been since they had eaten. They devoured the food. I cleaned up the kitchen while they ate and then I stood back and waited for them to finish their meal.

While they ate I tried to decide where to put them. I had only one spare bedroom. The other had been converted to my computer room. Ann was going to start serving her sentence in my room. The kids were a little old to be sharing a room. The problem was, I was nervous about having that kid in my house. I wasn't about to let him sleep downstairs on the sofa. I decided that for now he would have to sleep on an inflatable mattress on the floor in the spare bedroom with his sister. Maybe if they were here long enough and I decided the boy could be trusted I would put him somewhere else.

I had made a lot of food but it didn't take them long to wolf it down. When they were finished eating I put the dishes in the dishwasher and led them upstairs. We went right to the laundry room. I opened the washing machine and ordered all three of them to undress and put their clothes in.

They stared at me as if I had two heads and fangs for a moment. I expected a big argument but I saw Ann crumble almost instantly. I really hadn't expected that. Not where her kids were concerned. She began unbuttoning her blouse and I stood there watching. I was enjoying her embarrassment at least as much as I was going to enjoy her nudity and nearly as much as I was going to enjoy fucking her.

To be honest, I was really surprised when Tanya started to undress. I expected her to refuse. She had stared at me in shock and then, when her mother started to undress without an argument she had stared at her mother in shock. She watched as her mother slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

I heard her whisper, "Mom?"

Ann didn't look at her. She just nodded her head slightly.

Tanya watched in disbelief as her mother pulled her blouse off and tossed it in the washing machine. She glanced at me and then at her brother. I saw her shudder and then I was as shocked as she was when she pulled her little tank top up over her head and tossed it in the washer with her mother's blouse.

Pete was staring at his mother and his sister, both now stripped down to a bra and shorts. I saw him blush but I wasn't sure if it was because he was embarrassed for them, embarrassed about undressing in front of them, or if he was excited by what I assumed was his first look at a female getting undressed.

Pete finally started to undress. Ann and Tanya were undressing very slowly and staring at the floor, unable to look anyone in the eye. Pete was undressing slowly too. But I think that was because he was concentrating on every move his mother and his sister made.

Ann and Tanya both unbuttoned their shorts and slid them down over their hips. Ann was wearing a plain pair of granny panties. Tanya was wearing a tiny little lace bikini that didn't cover much more than her pubic hair and about half of the crack of her little ass.

I looked at her underwear and thought back to some of the outfits that I had seen her in and I began to suspect that she was a lot older than her age, if you know what I mean.

They tossed their shorts in the washer and Tanya paused, reluctant to remove anything else and bare anymore of her cute little body.

Ann reached back as if in a trance and slowly unfastened her bra. She pulled it off and tossed it into the washer. I had to give her credit. She was bright red, but she made no attempt to cover herself and she didn't balk.

Tanya finally reached back and unfastened her own lacy little bra and tossed it in the washer.

Pete was staring now. His mouth was wide open. He had an obvious erection. But then, I did too.

I gave Pete an impatient look and he resumed undressing. It wasn't much longer before all three of them were naked. When they were I said, "I want you all to go take showers now. When you are finished I'll start the washer. I'll get you all something to wear tonight and tomorrow you can put your clothes back on."

I only had two showers in the house. I escorted Tanya to the guest bath and gave her a towel. Then I led Ann and Pete to my walk in shower in the master bath and told them to take a shower together.

Ann gave me a pleading look but I still only felt one thing for her. No, I guess I felt two things. I felt lust now. She was very attractive and looked very good in the nude. And humiliating her was turning me on more than I had imagined. And I felt, well, not hate exactly. I didn't feel that strongly about her. Extreme dislike was probably closer to it.

While they were showering I got the wash ready to go. Then I went through my closet and pulled out three t-shirts. I have about a hundred Harley t-shirts that I have collected over the years. I figured they would keep the kids covered up and give them something to sleep in.

But for Ann I selected a sleeveless t-shirt in the wife-beater style. It was very thin and it looked like the straps might just barely cover her nipples if she didn't move around too much.

I went into the spare bedroom down the hall and made sure the bed was made. It has been a long time since I had company. Then I got the inflatable mattress out and put the batteries in it and let it fill up. I put a sheet on it and got the kid a blanket and a pillow. That would have to do him for now.

I headed back to my room and as I passed the guest bath the door opened. Tanya was standing there in a towel. I told her to follow me and I pointed out the t-shirts that I had selected for them. I said, "Those should get you through the night."

She looked down at the t-shirts and started to pick up the one that I had selected for her mother. This girl must really enjoy showing off. I was about to tell her that one of the others was for her but I thought better of it. I let her put it on and I went and got another one for her mother. When I came back from my closet and saw her I knew that I had made a wise decision. Fuck me she looked hot!!

I heard the shower still running in my bathroom. I sat on the side of the bed and said, "For some reason I get the impression that you aren't a virgin."

She just shrugged.

I smiled and said, "Well, I'm not going to mess with you. I'm going to give your mother a hard time because she is a bitch and I think she has it coming. But I'm not a child molester."

She apparently didn't like the way I said that. She looked up and said defiantly, "I'm not a child!"

I shook my head and said, "No, you are definitely not a little girl, Tanya. But you are only fifteen and I have no desire to go to jail."

She looked me dead in the eye. As if issuing a challenge she said, "You wouldn't go to jail if I didn't tell."

I knew right then that I was going to have to get Ann back on her feet as soon as possible. This girl was trouble!

While Tanya took her time putting the t-shirt on I looked into my bathroom to see what was taking so long. Ann was standing under the shower while Pete washed her back. I noticed that his little hard on was bouncing around right near her ass, occasionally coming into contact as he vigorously washed his mother.

I felt Tanya come up behind me and look around my shoulder. She quietly commented, "Horny little pervert!"

Well, yeah, he did have a hard on. But I couldn't blame him. His mother was pretty hot.

I chuckled and backed out of the room. I turned and smiled at Tanya and said, "You're going to have to get used to that I'm afraid. Guys can't help it. It's in our DNA. When we see a sexy girl we get excited. That's what keeps our species going. It's why we let ourselves get sucked into marriage and give a woman so much control over our lives. You will come to rely on that reaction in men before long."

She turned around and smiled at me and I looked at her in that oversized t-shirt for a long time. She saw the look on my face and smiled. In a surprisingly coquettish voice she said, "I already do." Then she added, "It just bugs me when it's my brother."

I walked around her carefully and sat on my bed. I asked her if there was something wrong with her brother. He seemed so destructive, so weird.

She grinned wryly and said, "No. He's pretty much a normal kid I guess. Mom just lets him do whatever the hell he wants. He's spoiled rotten and it seems like he's mad all the time."

I hoped she was right. Because I intended to exert some control over the little bastard. I said apologetically, "I'm afraid that until I get some control over the little shit he is going to have to sleep on the floor in your bedroom. I don't trust him alone downstairs and I only have one spare bedroom."

She didn't look too happy about that.

I said, "Hopefully you won't be living here very long. I'm going to try to help your mother get back on her feet and get you all into your own place again. I'm not used to having people in my house. This is going to be hard for me too."

She looked at me funny. She glanced down at the bulge in my pants and then she asked, "You obviously aren't gay. Are you divorced?"

I chuckled at that. I guess it was obvious what effect her young body was having on me. She had some really cute little tits and a very sexy ass. I told her about my wife and she said, "Oh, I'm sorry."

I just shook my head and said, "It's okay. It was a long time ago. But thank you."

I heard the water turn off in my bathroom and I got up and edged around Tanya carefully. She did seem to like to get close. I went out and started the clothes washer.

When I came back in, Ann was just coming out of the bathroom. She stopped when she saw her daughter in that t-shirt. But she shook her head and didn't say a word.

I handed her the other wife-beater shirt and she slipped it on quickly. It looked even better on her than Tanya's did on her. At least Tanya's covered her pussy, if only just barely. Ann's didn't quite. It only just barely covered her nipples. The shirt served more to emphasize her body than cover it.

She looked down at herself and then up at me with a pleading look in her eyes. But she never said a word.

I handed out new toothbrushes and tubes of toothpaste to everyone. The dentist gave them to me every time I went in for a cleaning. I had a drawer full. I doubted if they were in the habit of using them regularly but they were going to start.

I showed the kids where they would be sleeping for the immediate future. It was still early. But we had a lot to do tomorrow so I suggested that we go to bed. We had to empty their house tomorrow. Hopefully, before the sheriff arrived.

The kids went to bed after brushing their teeth and we were left alone in my bedroom. I had never had sex with a woman who was having sex with me against her will. Now that the moment was here, even though it had been years since I had seen or touched a naked woman, and even though I cared nothing for this woman's feelings, I was uncomfortable with the actual act.

I looked at her in that little t-shirt. I noticed that her nipples were hard but I doubted if she was aroused. Not at the idea of being blackmailed into having sex with a man she didn't like who was nearly twice her age.

In the end though, a hard on and years of going without won out over conscience. I suppose that you knew they would.

I stood there looking at her, standing so nearly naked and so submissively. Her long red hair highlighted her pale skin. I had never been with a redhead before. She didn't look like she ever went outside. I noticed earlier, when she first undressed, that there were no tan lines. She didn't go out in the sun at all. That was a rarity here in the south, especially for people living this close to the beaches. Her soft, pale skin made her look all the more innocent.

I stood looking at her for a moment longer and then I said, "You may have a nasty mouth on you, bitch. But you are definitely a sexy little thing."

Just at that moment the buzzer on the washer let me know her clothes were done. I grinned and said, "Saved by the bell."

I went down the hall and put the clothes in the dryer. When I returned to the bedroom the covers were turned town on my bed and she had removed her t-shirt. She was standing beside the bed waiting for me.

I undressed quickly. I was surprised to realize that I was feeling a little self-conscious myself. The only woman that had seen me naked since I was a very young man had been my wife. I was, as I mentioned earlier, in pretty good shape. But I suddenly had just a taste of what she was feeling when I forced her to undress.

I took her into my arms and pulled her close. Her body was stiff but she didn't resist. I felt her naked body against mine and it nearly took my breath away. I leaned down and kissed her. Our kisses were gentle and tentative at first but soon they became more relaxed, more erotic, more passionate. Our tongues began to tease each other and I was startled to realize that she seemed to be enjoying this too. Or at least she was returning my kisses. I guess it could be that she was doing it because she thought that she had to.

I picked her up and placed her on my king size bed. She looked up at me and I could see that she was still embarrassed. But I swear I was getting the definite impression that she wanted this too. I got the impression, though, that she felt guilty for giving in to her own bodies needs.

I was afraid that when this was over she was going to be more of a bitch than ever. She would feel it necessary to punish me for taking advantage of her. But then, she would only have that power if I gave it to her. I didn't intend to give it to her.

I got into bed and lay beside her. I began to explore her surprisingly firm breasts. I would guess that her breasts were just barely a C cup. They were quite firm. There were some very faint stretch marks when the light hit them just right. But they were nearly perfect other than that. Her skin was stark white and it really made her tiny nipples stand out.

I heard her sharp intake of breath when my fingertips began to tease her sensitive flesh. She had surrendered now. She may not like me. But I guess the poor woman was nearly as horny as I was. She might wish that it was someone else touching her. But she was enjoying being touched.

I am a pretty good lover, if I do say so myself. I like a lot of touching, a lot of kissing, a lot of foreplay. I am aroused by turning my partner on. I do not like to rush things. I didn't grope, I didn't squeeze, I teased her body in all the right places with my fingertips for a long time.

Ann lay back with her eyes closed and gave in to the pleasure I was forcing on her. After a very long time I began kissing and licking her body as well. I took my time and worked my way down to her pretty little pussy. Despite having given birth to two children, her pussy looked very much like her young daughter's.

As I moved between her legs her breathing was becoming panting. I heard an occasional quiet moan escape her lips. I don't know if she was enjoying this as much as I was. That would be difficult. I truly loved to eat pussy and I could do it for hours. But she was obviously enjoying it.

Just before I stopped kissing and licking my way around her vulva I noticed the moisture leaking out of her tight little slit. It was obvious that no matter what was in her mind, her body knew what it liked.

I teased her slit with the tip of my tongue and tasted her warm juices for the first time. As my tongue moved through her tight opening her hips came right up off of the bed and she uttered a garbled sound that meant nothing, but spoke volumes. She might hate me when this was over. But at this moment she was happy to be my victim.

I teased her pussy, driving my tongue deeper and deeper before I adjusted my aim slightly and began to nibble on her clit. She struggled to stay quiet. But she lost. She began to cry out. It must have sounded to her kids like I was torturing her. I guess in a way I was. But she was having one of the most violent orgasms that I had ever witnessed. She thrashed around and her hands reached out and grasped handfuls of my hair. She pulled my face into her crotch and it was all I could do to follow her thrusting hips as she gyrated helplessly.

I eased off slowly and she started to relax back onto the bed. Her breathing was labored at first. Her fingers slowly relaxed and smoothed my hair back in place in a kind of wordless apology for any pain she might have caused. Finally she went limp on the bed and I heard her whisper, "Oh my god! Thank you. Thank you."

I smiled into her pussy and kissed it a few times, very lightly. Then I reached under her thighs and gently lifted her legs until they pressed against her breasts. I felt her tense up. She didn't know what I was doing and she was nervous again.

I did something then that apparently no one had ever done to her before. I leaned forward and began kissing and licking her wrinkled, pink little asshole. She gasped and whispered incredulously, "What?! What are you doing?! Don't! Oh god! Oh Jesus! I ... oh fuck! Oohhhh!"

I wormed my tongue gently inside of her opening. She had instantly lost any doubts about what I was doing as soon as my tongue touched her. Like most people, she had never realized how sensitive an erogenous zone her cute little butt was. It has been decades since an old girl friend educated me and I still remember that first time. It always amused me to pass that knowledge on. I'm not a big fan of anal sex. Pussy is just fine with me. But there is no part of a woman's body that I don't enjoy pleasing with my tongue.

After I had been teasing her ass with my tongue for several minutes I reached around and gently stroked her pussy and toyed with her clit. I felt her body tense up and she began whispering, "Yes! Yes! Oh god I love it! Oh yesssss!"

And then she was cumming again. I waited until she was coming down from her sexual high and I gently lowered her legs to the mattress. She opened her eyes and looked down at me for a moment. Then she said, "I have never been raped before. I'm beginning to regret that."

I smiled at her attempt at humor, and the implied compliment. I responded, "I have never raped anyone before. I'm glad I chose you."

I noticed that the bad feelings I felt for her were dissipating and I didn't like that. But I felt certain that it would be no time at all before she said or did something to remind me of how much I disliked her.

She patted the bed beside her and said, "Come up here and get comfortable. I'm not as good at this as you are. But I'm no virgin."

I moved up beside her and we kissed again. Our hands explored each other's bodies until she broke the kiss and somewhat embarrassed by the admission she said, "That was wonderful. Thank you. I hate you for making me like it so much. Now let me see if I can make you hate me."

I chuckled and warned her, "You might want to jump out of the way when it starts. I haven't been with a woman since my wife died several years ago."

I had forgotten that she knew nothing about me. I saw the look of concern on her face. Concern for me, not for herself. But then she began kissing her way down my body and I lay back and closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations of being touched by a lovely young woman for the first time in years.

She quickly worked her way down to my rock hard and very messy cock. I would like to be able to say that I was hung like a porn star. But I have a quite average seven inch cock. It is about three inches around at the base when it is hard. I am circumcised and I have very little body hair.

Normally I take great pride in my stamina. I can often make love for hours and my wife and I frequently used to do just that. But as I said, it has been a very long time. And when I opened my eyes and looked down to see that red hot redhead with my cock in her mouth I didn't last three minutes. I groaned and warned her that it was coming. I expected her to pull her head away and finish me with her hand.

She didn't. Her lips gripped my cock just under the head and her hand began to masturbate me rapidly. I groaned and then gasped when I felt the dam break. I filled her mouth with one large spurt of cum after another and she never flinched. I felt her swallowing as her mouth filled twice. She never gagged once. In fact, she moaned as if in pleasure as I filled her mouth with cum. She was no Linda Lovelace. But that had been a very good blowjob. I was really impressed.

I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair and said, "Thank you, Ann. That was fantastic!"

She smiled up and said, "I'm not done yet."

She leaned back down and kissed my cock and then she started licking my cock and balls lovingly. I groaned in pleasure and lay back again. I surrendered to her talented mouth and the gentle touch of her fingertips. She had entirely the wrong attitude for a rape victim. But I decided to wait until later to point that out to her.

My cock had only just barely started to go soft when she began again. It was quickly convinced to stick around and play some more. She actually seemed to be enjoying herself and her enthusiasm was nearly as exciting as her fantastic blowjob. I managed to last much longer this time and she didn't seem to mind at all.

After I reached my second orgasm I pulled her up beside me on the bed and kissed her passionately. She returned my kiss with just as much passion. And when I moved over her and began to slide my hard cock through her moist slit she gasped, "Oh yes! Do it! Fuck me! I need it so bad!"

I slowly sank my cock into her and as I did it looked like her eyes rolled back in her head. I stared down at her pretty face, all the prettier now because of the lust she was experiencing, and I began to slowly fuck that surprisingly tight little pussy. She was going nuts under me and it wasn't long before her arms and legs were wrapped around me and her hips were coming up off the bed to meet my every stroke. Our fucking became more and more violent and it lasted a very long, very exciting time.

It has been a long time since I came more than twice in a night. But it has been a long time since I had sex and this young woman was having a strange, revitalizing effect on me. I had thought that my sex life was a thing of the past. Suddenly I didn't have so many misgivings about having her in my house.

Ann came twice more before I finally came inside of her. She didn't scratch my back but she bit the hell out of my shoulder when she was cumming. When she realized what she was doing she released her grip on my flesh and mumbled, "Oh god, I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself. I never ... I've never ... oh fuck that was great!"

I remained over her with my softening cock still inside of her and kissed her several times before I said, "Yes. It was great. You are one hot fuck, young lady."

She smiled and then her smile faded quickly and she said, "Oh shit! I'm not on the pill!"

I smiled and said, "Don't worry. I had a vasectomy decades ago."

She relaxed then and smiled as she looked up at me. She looked like she wanted to say something, perhaps something nice. But instead she put her arms back around me and held me close for a few moments.

After a few minutes she whispered, "I can't believe I did that."

I chuckled and said, "I can't either. I should have raped you a long time ago."

She laughed quietly and replied, "Maybe I wouldn't have been such a bitch."

I rolled off of her and held her in my arms. I kissed the top of her head and said, "That was wonderful. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to be nice to you. I still intend to treat you just as badly as I promised earlier."

She snuggled closer and reached down and held my soft cock in her hand before she responded, "I certainly hope so."

Maybe she thought I was kidding.

We lay like that for a long time before she excused herself to use the bathroom. While she was getting cleaned up I went out to the laundry room and hung up their clothes. I was just about finished when I heard a noise and looked up to see Tanya staring at me as I hung up clothes in the nude.

She was smiling coquettishly and did not appear to be embarrassed at all. In a teasing little voice she said, "It sounds like you were really torturing my mother. You are such a bad man."

I shook my head and smiled at her. There was nothing that I could say. But I was surprised that I wasn't embarrassed, maybe because she wasn't.

She came into the small laundry room and after giving my soft cock a long look she took her clothes and returned to her room. I picked up Ann's clothes and returned to the bedroom.

I went into the bathroom when Ann came out. After I cleaned up I got in bed and held her in my arms. I was tempted to ask her about her daughter. I had thought it was her son who wasn't quite right. Now I was more worried about the girl! But she was comfortably cuddled up and already half asleep so I relaxed and went to sleep too.

I was the first one up in the morning. I put on some sweats and went down and started breakfast. I heard the shower running upstairs. Ann and I had worked up quite a sweat last night.

The kids came down while Ann was still in the shower and I made breakfast for them. When they had eaten I sent them next door and told them to gather their clothes and put them in something, but not to bring them over here. After they left I went up and got in the shower while Ann was dressing. I told her that breakfast was ready but for the eggs and I told her where her kids were.

She went downstairs and I quickly finished my shower and dressed. When I was ready I joined her in the kitchen. She made the eggs and we ate and sipped coffee. Now that the sun was up she seemed uncomfortable with what had happened last night.

That made one of us. I had loved it!

After breakfast I called Two Men and a Truck and explained that I had an emergency. They weren't too happy about it and it cost an extra leg but they agreed to come out and move Ann's things into storage.

She went next door and started getting ready while I went to the nearest storage facility and made arrangements to rent a garage sized storage space. When I returned I called the guy I had bought my last two cars from and told him that I had a friend that needed reliable transportation for an unreasonably low price.

Since I had paid cash for two sixty thousand dollar vehicles in the last five years he was more than willing to help me out. I went over to the lot and he showed me a decent five year old Honda that would have been perfect. The problem is I only buy American cars and motorcycles. So I ended up spending too much money on a Chrysler minivan with far too many accessories in it. But it was like new and he swore that he was personal friends with the previous owners and he knew it to be a good vehicle.

I bought it and told him I'd come in this evening and pick it up. Then I went back to see how the moving was going. The sheriff was parked in front of the house when I pulled up. He was calling in for instructions since Ann and the kids were packing and getting ready to get out.

I explained to him that I had rented a storage locker for them and that a truck was going to be here soon to pick up all their things. He actually seemed to be relieved that he didn't have to mess with it.

The cop left and I went to Ann's door. She was hot and sweaty but she seemed to be relieved to see me. I gave her the paperwork for the storage unit and told her that I had a car for her. She started getting all teary eyed and I couldn't handle that. So I called out to the kids, "Have you guys got the clothes that you are that you are taking to my place ready to go? If you do I'll take them over and start washing."

She pointed out a few large trash bags and said, "We don't have much. But you don't have to wash it. I'll do it tonight."

I smiled and said, "I would much rather wash clothes than help you pack."

She said, "No, really. You don't have to do either one. You are doing enough for us."

I don't know why I did it. I didn't really think about it. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. When I did she put her arms around me and gave me a hug and whispered, "Thank you."

I grabbed the garbage bags and carried them to my laundry room. I got a can of bug spray out before I opened a bag, just in case. Then I opened the first bag. It turned out to be Tanya's clothes. I knew it as soon as I saw the sexy underwear.

I separated everything carefully and started the first load of wash. Then I separated everything in the other bags and made sure that everything was bug free. They didn't have a lot of clothes and I was arguing with myself as I went through them about getting them a few more outfits. I already had a lot of money invested in a family that I didn't even like.

I loved what happened last night. But by the time I was done getting insurance on that car and shopping for more food for three additional people I will have spent over twenty thousand dollars today on that woman and her two kids! That is a lot of money for an evening of, admittedly, very good sex.

But I had the money. I wouldn't miss it. I had some distant relatives but nobody I felt inclined to leave any money to when I died. So it was just building up in the bank. I had pretty much everything that I wanted now. My biggest expense was the books that I collected and DVDs. I wasn't that fond of most of the new music. There were very few artists that I would shell out money to get a CD from. I liked to travel. But it wasn't as much fun now that my wife has passed away. So I had been putting away close to three thousand dollars a month for several years just because I didn't have anything to spend it on. I wasn't going to miss the money I was spending on them and I realized that I was kind of getting a kick out of it. I'm not even sure why.

I called a wrecker to come and pick up Ann's old car and I called my insurance agent and told him that I was going to need a policy for Ann on the minivan I had just bought.

I went outside to go next door and I saw that the mover was here. They were working like locusts and in less than two hours they had Ann's few possessions in the truck. We drove to the storage facility while Tanya and Pete got everything out of their old car.

It took the men a half hour to unload the truck and I paid them, gave them a hefty tip even though I was paying nearly double for same day service, and then we went back to the house.

Ann went through the house and the car one last time and made sure that everything was out. The wrecker showed up before long and after he left with the car I drove everyone to a late lunch at a pizza place.

After we ate we got the insurance. Fortunately Ann had no accidents or tickets and the insurance wasn't too bad. I paid for a year and then we went to pick up the car. They had it all detailed and it looked pretty nice. Ann and the kids went nuts over it. I thought their reaction was all out of proportion. It was just a damned minivan. But they liked it. I guess it had been a while since they had a decent car.

We stopped at the grocery store on the way home and I let her shop. I just paid. I didn't know how to shop for kids. She had picked up some things that I didn't know how to cook but she assured me that she would be doing the cooking from now on. I guess that was fair.

Finally we went home. I was worn out. I haven't gotten that much done in one day since I retired. Ann started dinner while I went up and changed into the jersey running shorts and the sleeveless t-shirt that I always wear around the house.

I went to start another load of wash but Tanya was already in there. She smiled and said, "I can do this."

I watched her to make sure she could work my machines. When she had the washer and dryer going she looked at me and I smiled and nodded. Then she came over to me and put her arms around my waist. She hugged me for a long moment and said, "Thank you. Nobody has done anything nice for my mom, or for us, in a long time."

She leaned back and looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said, "She isn't really a bitch. She is just playing defense all the time. Every guy she has ever hooked up with was a loser and it seemed like the whole world was trying to wear her down. And I guess that me and Pete were more a part of the problem than a part of solution. I don't know why you are doing this. But I don't care. Thank you for helping her."

I put my arms around her and held her close. I bent down and rested my cheek on the top of her head and I admitted honestly, "I'm not sure why I did it either."

She stepped back and said, "Maybe you aren't as mean as you think you are."

Then she slipped off her top and said, "I'm all sweaty. I'm going to take a quick shower before we eat supper."

She turned her back to me and asked, "Would you unhook me please?"

I kept repeating to myself, "She's only fifteen, she's only fifteen."

It was hard to remember that when she turned back around though. Her tits weren't very large. But they were perfect. I finally came to my senses and got the hell out of there. I joined Ann in the kitchen and we sipped a beer while supper was cooking.

She kept staring at me and I was getting uncomfortable. Finally I asked, "What?! What are you staring at?"

She put her beer down and came over and put her arms around my neck and said, "I'm not sure. What am I staring at? I was busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest today and I didn't really have a chance to start putting things together until I was signing the papers on that car. Then I started thinking about it. The storage room, the mover, the insurance, the car, the food, I didn't even make ten thousand dollars last year and you spent more than twice that on me today. And you don't even like me! So you tell me, what am I staring at?"

I grinned and said, "I can be stupid and still be mean."

She put her hands on my cheeks and said, "It will take me years to pay you back what you spent on us today."

I replied, "And you will be my slave until you do."

She nodded her head and said, "Yes, I will."

Pete came in then and said, "I can't figure out how to turn the TV on. Would you show me?"

Ann started to yell at him for messing with it without permission but I put my finger on her lips and said, "I'll show you after we eat. Go wash up."

He said, "Yes, sir," just as polite as can be. Then he turned and went down the hall to the bathroom and washed his face and hands.

Ann put her arms around my neck again and said, "You are a fucking saint."

I sighed and gently removed her arms from around my neck. I held her at arm's length and said, "No, Ann. I'm not a saint. I raped you last night. And I enjoyed the hell out of it. I have a very dirty mind and I have some fantasies that I intend to live out with your help. You won't like some of the things that you do. And that reminds me. I need your help with something. Your daughter..."

She giggled and said, "Yeah, I noticed that. I think she has the hots for you."

"She is only fifteen! You have to have a talk with her. I don't seem to be able to say anything without her taking her clothes off. I guess I started it but I think I made a mistake."

Ann said, "Sorry. There isn't much I can do about Tanya. And what the hell, she could do worse than you. She already has. As for your fantasies, I don't know what your fantasies are. But I am more than a mother to two kids. I have fantasies too you know. And as for last night, I may not have volunteered to go to bed with you, but that was the best sex I ever had in my life. I have been having sex since I was fourteen and I have been with a lot of men and boys over the years. It was fun more often than it wasn't. But it was never like last night. It may have started out as rape, at least technically. But there is no way that I was raped last night. I was fucked. I was fucked royally. And I hope I get fucked like that again very soon. Besides, a lot of women have rape fantasies. Maybe I'm one of them."

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and I looked over to see Tanya in another one of my t-shirts. She was listening to our conversation and smiling. When I looked around she said, "I hope you don't mind. My clothes were filthy. I couldn't stand the idea of putting them back on."

I saw that she had picked out another t-shirt like I had given her last night. Fuck that kid was hot!

I smiled and said, "I don't mind. I just wish..." I couldn't finish the thought. I just shook my head and said, "I don't mind."

Ann kissed me and stepped back and said, "If you want to I don't mind."

I thought that I knew what she was saying and I couldn't believe my ears! I exclaimed, "WHAT?!"

Ann looked at Tanya and then back at me. She said, "Tanya is very mature for a fifteen year old. I am just like any mother I suppose. I wish she was still a virgin. But she has made nearly as many bad choices in her life as I have. She has a bad habit of messing around with losers, just like her mother. Maybe if she saw what it was like to be with a good man she would aim her sights a little higher."

Ann had just given me permission to fuck her teenage daughter! This was too much! I said, "Ladies, I am just a dirty old man. Please stop making something out of me that I am not."

Ann just smiled and went back to work in the kitchen. Tanya came over and climbed up in my lap before I could come to my senses enough to stop her. Her shirt, or rather my shirt, pulled up to expose her cute little pussy and her right tit was sticking completely out of the armhole. I sighed deeply and said, "Tanya, you are making things very hard for me. I have always thought that I was as honest, as moral and as principled as any average man. You are quickly wearing away at my resolve. I appreciate what your mother said. But you need to be spending your time with guys closer to your own age. Not a guy that is old enough to be your grandfather."

Tanya smiled and said, "I don't want to marry you. But I heard you with mom last night. It turned me on like crazy! But I couldn't even masturbate because my dorky brother was on the floor a few feet away."

She put her arm around my neck and leaned closer. She rested her head on my shoulder and opened her legs a little more. She kissed my neck and quietly said, "I think you owe me for all the suffering I did last night."

I felt my hard cock throbbing under her cute little ass and I looked at her mother for help. Ann just smiled and shrugged and said, "It looks like you have two slaves."

I said, "You would let your daughter ... I mean ... Ann!"

She put the lid back on the pot she was stirring and came over and stood on the other side of me. She leaned down and kissed my cheek and said, "I never knew sex could be like it was last night. I'm not stroking your ego, Sir. I know it is unusual for a mother to think what I'm thinking now. But I can't help wondering if I had met someone like you when I was her age, would I have spent so many years messing around with losers. I didn't know that men like you existed."

I exclaimed, "Ann! You don't know me! We just met. If you will recall, I slammed my door in your face last night and refused to help you until you agreed to become my sex slave!"

She smiled and kissed me again and said, "Yes, and that was the smartest thing I have ever done."

Tanya reached down and pulled my hand up and placed it on her upper thigh. I looked at Ann but not only did she not come to my aid she placed her hand on top of mine and said, "Stop fighting it, Sir. Most men would be excited by this."

I said, "Oh I'm excited. It's just that my mind and my dick are not working together on this."

Ann pushed my hand a little higher and said, "Maybe this is one time you should listen to your dick."

I looked at her in disbelief and said, "You are really okay with me having sex with your daughter?!"

Ann smiled at Tanya and reached out and put her hand on her daughter's cheek. She asked, "You aren't being traumatized are you sweetheart?"

Tanya smiled and replied, "No, mom. The trauma was last night. Now that was child abuse!"

Ann chuckled and said, "Yeah, sorry about that. I just couldn't keep quiet. He really is very, very good. Maybe if you spend a little time with him you'll tell those losers that you hang around with to fuck off."

Tanya suddenly got serious and said, "Maybe we both can now."

They looked into each other's eyes for a second and then Ann leaned down and kissed Tanya. She quietly responded, "Maybe we both can."

I could feel the heat from Tanya's pussy on my finger. It was only a millimeter away. Ann gently edged my hand higher until my finger was touching her daughter's pussy. She leaned down again and kissed us both and then she said, "Maybe we both deserve better."

She straightened up then and asked, "Would you like another beer, Sir?"

I sighed loudly and replied, "More than you will ever know!"

I had heard Tanya gasp as my finger came into contact with her pussy. I felt her dampness on my finger as it rested against her tight slit. I said under my breath, "I can't fucking believe this!"

Tanya rested her head on my shoulder again and said, "Me either. Your hand feels wonderful."

I saw Pete nearby, watching us, staring at his sister's exposed flesh. His cock was just as hard as mine. I started to pull my hand away when I saw him but Tanya reached out and held it in place.

I said, "Your brother is watching."

She smiled and said, "I know. I saw him when he came in. Don't worry about it. He has been trying to see me naked for years. He's finally getting his wish. Hell, I bet he had an orgasm just from washing mom's back in the shower last night!"

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