Breaking And Entering With Steele Pt. 09

Literotic asexstories – Breaking And Entering With Steele Pt. 09 by GabrielInkabus,GabrielInkabus “AJ, I really need you to come get me as soon as you read this message. My mom found out what I was working on, and she kicked me out of the house last night. Slave, Abbey.”

AJ hurried to rip his PJs off and yank on pants, a shirt, and socks. Slave? He thought. Her mother and father must have really been on a tear, telling her to do everything and blaming her for everything. He knew the feeling well. He slid his phone into his pocket and hurried upstairs, trying his best to ignore his father and Melody, but it was unavoidable. He grabbed a tart out of the food pantry, grabbed a can of soda, and headed for the front door where his keys hung.

“AJ! AJ, come here,” his father said, seeing him as he hurried across the front room.

“What’s up?” AJ asked, trying to not get held up. His father was naked, save for a stretched-out pair of tighty-whities, his gigantic belly and back coated with a thick matting of black curly hairs. He looked like a grizzly bear suffering from Alopecia.

“When I came home last night, what did I tell you about her?” Jaxson asked expectantly.

“Who?” AJ asked.

“Mom. Your mom. What did I say to you?” Jaxson said, holding a hand out toward the interior of his bedroom.

AJ cringed. “You said something about…uh…coming upstairs…” He divulged reluctantly.

“Yeah, yeah, see? I told you,” Jaxson said, shouting into his bedroom. “You were awake-”

“I was ASLEEP!” Melody roared back at him.

“Pretend sleeping!” Jaxson said, his face turning red. “There is no way you were sleeping. Your puss was sopping wet, and you were laid out on the coffee table, ready for fucking!”

“I-”

“Dad, I’ve got to go,” AJ said, grabbing his keys.

“Don’t play games with me!” Jaxson shouted at Melody. “Why would you clear the table off? Lay out there? Half-naked, ready and willing? What are you trying to seduce AJ?”

“I would NEVER!” Melody screamed at him.

“Then stop being a bitch!” Jaxson shouted at her. “You wanted it, you planned it out…maybe you fell asleep before I got home, but the way you were moaning and groaning, there was no fucking way! …you slept through that.”

AJ opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch as Melody came out of the bedroom, pulling her nightgown around her middle and hurrying down the hallway. He heard her say something about Jaxson fucking her in the ass, brutally, without having the decency of waking her up so she could go to the bathroom, and AJ had to swallow to keep from throwing up.

He closed the door and hurried to his vehicle, sliding behind the wheel and firing up the engine. He pulled out and headed down to the cafe, and once he was safely parked, he grabbed his phone out and called Abbey.

She picked up.

“Are you okay? Where are you?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Abbey said, sounding bored. “I’m just…walking the streets like every other homeless person,” Abbey added. “Maybe I should try and buy some crack and dance in the middle of the street for a while.”

“Where are you? I’ll come pick you up,” AJ said, putting his car in drive.

“No. Don’t bother. I’m waiting for a ride.”

“A ride? From who?” AJ asked.

“Your Momma,” Abbey replied in a snarky tone.

“Oh, okay,” AJ said, not wanting to sound like he was some control freak. He didn’t need to know who this “friend” was, right? Or did he? Did he? “So, uh…when…when will I see you next?”

“Soon,” Abbey said. “I gotta go get my shit. My stuff. I’m certainly not leaving my fucking vibrator behind. After that… ehhhh I suppose I should take my clothes. Can’t walk around naked all day every day. Or can I?”

“Abbey, what the fuck is going on?” AJ asked her then.

“Well, you already know I got kicked out. What more do you want to know? I got kicked out. Booted. Given the eviction notice. Outta my house. Well…I kinda left on my own. Before they could have me committed. They’re trying to send me back to that fucking hell hole called Saint Margarets.”

“No fucking way,” AJ said.

“Yes, fucking way,” Abbey replied.

“So, you’re on the street, just walking around, but waiting for a friend? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Nothing makes sense!” Abbey said, her voice sounding a bit hysterical. “I’m walking between streets because I don’t want the cops to see me. Fucking cops. Pigs. Pigs in blue. Well…they do have those really nice clubs… You know what? They don’t even have those clubs anymore which is bullshit. You used to be able to get off with a stiff clubbing and then just walk it off, but not anymore. Too much police brutality. Too many sadomasochists figured out how to pass the psych exam to become cops.”

“Abbey, focus,” AJ said.

“I am focused! Fucking Saint Margaret’s has connections AJ. They have orderlies who will come get you out of the back of a fucking police car, claiming you ran away from there. And if they don’t get you right away, they just wait till you;ve been booked and then they come take you out of the holding cell. Straight jacket and all. They call it a psychiatric hold, but you get the fucking idea.”

“So you’re hiding. From everyone. And you don’t want me to come pick you up?”

“I already told you, my ride is on her way. She’ll be here in a minute.”

She? AJ thought, relieved by the revelation. It was a girl coming to pick up Abbey. Surely a girl was…okay.

“Dude!” Abbey said then as if finding something of value on the sidewalk. “I’ll be okay. I’m not violating the contract. Plus, I don’t need you trying to fist-fight my dad. Hold on. That might be fun to watch. No. Better not. Cops. Tasers. God, I need a taser.”

“What do you need a taser for,” AJ asked, chuckling.

“What? A girl can’t dream about being tasered every now and again? Everyone acts like it hurts but, so does love. Oooo! Love and Tasers. They wrote a song about that.”

AJ listened while Abbey sang a few lines of a song she was clearly making up right then and there.

“Love and tasers, love and tasers,”

“Go together like…mashed potatoes.”

“This I gotta…tell you,”

“You don’t wanna get tasered in the…”

“What body part rhymes with you?” Abbey asked.

“I don’t know,” AJ replied.

“Oh! Rides here. We’re going to my parent’s house to get my things. After that…I’ll be over.”

“Wait. You’re coming here?” AJ asked as if he were sitting in his front room.

“Fuck yeah. I’m moving in bro. Going to run that fucking place. Beat your mom’s ass. Lick that Candy’s ass. Fuck that ass. Sorry babe. Didn’t mean that, unless you want me to.”

“What?” AJ asked.

“Gotta go!”

“Okay. I’ll…talk to you later,” AJ said.

The phone hung up and AJ sat there in his car, replaying the conversation over and over again in his head. What in the hell was going on? He didn’t know, but he hoped Abbey wasn’t in some kind of trouble, like real trouble. She sounded like she was having a mental breakdown of some sort. He had so many questions and no answers. He needed answers.

He shut the car off and went inside, sat down, and ordered a coffee and a donut. He ate slowly, tapping his phone, thinking of all the things he wanted to ask Abbey.

Why did she get kicked out? If she left before her parents could kick her out, had she really been kicked out? And if they were trying to have her committed, had she really been kicked out at all? Who was this friend? Why didn’t she just call him to come pick her up? He winced. She had, kind of. She’d texted him. He went back to his hidden text messages and re-read the last one he’d received from Abbey. It was right there, in black and white. “Come get me”. And he didn’t. He didn’t even see her message until this morning. He re-read the message again. His mouth spoke the words as he read them. “Last night.”

He saw the text had come through this morning, but he knew there was no telling what time the text had actually been sent. He was used to his father sending messages the night before, or even days before, only to receive them well after whatever he needed AJ to do, had passed.

Without anything else to do, and no plans for the day, AJ decided he was just going to go home, but as soon as he was back out in his car, his phone rang. He pulled it out quickly, thinking it might be Abbey, but saw it was his father instead. He picked it up.

“Hey, dad.”

“Hey AJ. I need you to come do a job with me.”

“Okay,” AJ said. “When?”

“Right now. You know where Nitro Electronics is?”

“No,” AJ said.

His father rattled off an address, and then gave him directions that included “turn at the dairy farm” and “third long driveway on the left.”

“Great,” AJ said.

“Bring the tools,” his father said.

“The toolbox? Or like, all the tools?”

“What did I say?” Jaxson said, his temper flaring.

“Yeah, I was asking,” AJ retorted.

“I’ll see you there,” his father said and he hung up the phone.

AJ swore and slammed his hands against the steering wheel. Why in the fuck was he bringing the tools and not his father? Jaxson had the truck. Jaxson was at the house! Unless he wasn’t, and in that case, then AJ might be closer. Or, his father was just being the typical lazy shit that he was, and wanted AJ to do all the heavy lifting.

AJ drove home and found it completely vacant of lifeforms. He had a feeling that was going to be the case. He opened the garage, loaded the gigantic toolboxes, all three of them, into his car’s back seat and trunk, and then grabbed a few more things he thought they might need, like the angle grinder and the pry bar. Purely on afterthought, AJ stepped into the basement through the side door and changed laundry loads after washing his hands in the laundry basin, and then hurried back out to his car, locking everything up on the way.

Finding the destination took longer than he anticipated, and only after three Google searches did he find the correct place. As he pulled into the parking lot, he saw his father standing at a truck, bullshitting with a man who most likely worked at the place.

“Here he is now,” he heard his father say as he opened his car door and got out. “Can’t follow simple directions now?” Jaxson asked him, opening the back door of his car.

“Yeah, I can,” AJ said, popping the trunk. “You know how many dairy farms are on this road?”

“Third dairy farm on the left!” Jaxson shouted at him.

“No, you said turn at the dairy farm, and it was the third drive on the left! I turned! There aren’t any drives down there!”

“And somehow, you ended up here,” Jaxson said as if AJ’s presence was proof he’d given him the correct directions.

“Only because I had my phone. I googled it and then used the map to find the place. And it’s not Nitro Electronics, it’s Nitrous Gaming Systems.”

Jaxson turned to the man he’d been speaking with. “What’s the fucking name of this company?”

The man smirked. “He’s got it right. Nitrous Gaming Systems.”

“Same fucking thing,” his father then said dismissively. “Come on. Grab the fucking tools and follow me.”

AJ grabbed two tool boxes, one in each hand, and the pry-bar, and walked to the front door where his father then directed him to go around the building, to the back, and wait at the back door for them to open it. AJ nodded, and waddled across the front grass, around the corner, all the way down to the back of the building, only to find a twelve-foot fence blocking his way.

“What the fucking fuck-fuck!” AJ shouted, and then pressed his face against the fence, looking around the edge of the building. He thought he saw a back door, a loading dock maybe, and he swore. His father had sent him in the wrong direction. Huffing, he picked up the toolboxes again, and hauled them back to the front, and then circled around the other side of the building, all the way down the side, and halfway to the back, he stopped, seeing the fence again.

“Mother fucker!” He turned around and saw the man, the employee, waving for him. AJ picked up the toolboxes and hurried back to the front.

“I’ll take you to the back,” the man said. “Jaxson didn’t know there’s no access to the back of the building from the outside.”

“No doubt,” AJ said.

“So is that guy your boss?” the employee asked, holding the front door open for him.

“Yeah. My boss and my dad,” AJ explained.

“Ahhhh, he didn’t tell me that, but I figured.”

“Yeah,” AJ said.

“Here. Use this,” the guy said, pulling a rolling cart close. AJ put the toolboxes on top and the lower level and made a “whew!” sound. “Pretty heavy?” the guy asked.

“A lot,” AJ said.

“Well, I’m Angelo. If you guys need anything, let me know. I’m in charge of making sure you guys have everything you need. I’ll be in my office, but I’ll come check on you every once in a while.”

“Thanks,” AJ said, and Angelo nodded, and then led him through the building, a series of twisting narrow rooms with hot humid atmospheres that stung his eyes and made him want to cough constantly.

“Don’t breathe any of this stuff,” Angelo said in a warning tone. “Unless you want to have lung problems for the rest of your life.”

“What is it?” AJ asked as they passed through another room that was lined with steel tubs filled with, what looked like, circuit boards.

“These are motherboards,” Angelo said, waving his hands. “We use a substrate and dip them into a solution and coat them with copper. After that, our machines scrape the copper off, and what’s left are the traces, and then the board gets coated with the green stuff which is an insulator. Back and forth, copper, insulator, copper, insulator. We can get ten layers on the board if we need. The problem with going that thick is heat and electrical interference, so most places stick to two or three layers.”

“Cool,” AJ said.

“The liquid is acid. Nitric, sulfuric, hydrochloric, hydrofluoric. Nasty shit. Bad shit. Don’t get any of it on you. Don’t touch it, don’t breathe it.”

“Got it,” AJ said, pushing the cart along.

“Alright, here you are,” Angelo said, waving a hand toward the wide open space at the back of the building. AJ smiled and pushed the cart forward, and saw his father leaning over a vat of greenish-blue liquid, and nodding as he spoke with three more men who were explaining something to him. The men were all dark-skinned and dressed in all white, but what was most surprising, especially given the environment they were in, all three men wore flip-flops on their feet. If any of the acids splashed on them, they’d be in for a world of hurt.

“No, no, no. You cannot use anything less. We have to have the 316 stainless. 308 doesn’t work,” one of the men said.

Jaxson turned and saw AJ and then turned back to the men. “You got it. Anything else?”

“The top part. Where the hook goes through. It needs to be thick. They keep making these baskets with really thin top parts and they break. Then we have to use polycord which sucks.”

“That will be more money,” Jaxson said. “You still want 316 for the handles?”

“Yes. Definitely,” the man said.

Jaxson nodded. “Have the boss write it up. We’ll just add the cost of the rod to the project.”

“How much for the labor?” the man asked.

“Ten bucks,” Jaxson said.

“Ten per? Okay,” the man replied.

Jaxson waved AJ forward. “Grab all this angle iron here. Stack it over there. Neat piles. 4 pieces in each. We need a count. After that, we’ll count the T’s and we’ll get the rod on order. Remember 316 not 308.”

AJ nodded and hurried to do as his father had instructed, not wanting to the men to think they were lazy or anything. His father was always bitching at him about making a good first impression, and AJ knew this was the most important part of the job. When AJ was done laying out the angle iron, they had ten stacks and a ton of other pieces.

“You have enough for ten baskets, but I’ll need to get angle for the tops, the hook platforms, and the rod for the hooks. I’ll need angle for the shelves, rod for the shelves…you want angle down the middle of the shelves?”

“Can you do a thicker rod instead?” the lead man asked.

“Sure,” Jaxson replied. “Whatever you want boss.”

The man nodded, obviously liking what his father had to say.

Jaxson told AJ to go find a broom and a dustpan to sweep up the area and then continued talking to the three men for another half-an-hour as AJ did the dirty work. Once the place was immaculate, Jaxson waved for AJ to leave everything where it was, and they headed back through the complex maze of rooms, to the front offices, where they sat down and waited for someone to speak with. It was Angelo.

“Hey guys,” Angelo said, smiling and sitting down. “So, the men explained what we need?”

“Yup,” Jaxson said, nodding.

“So what do you think?”

“Well, the baskets are no problem. I can make baskets all day long. The 316 isn’t really an issue but, the original quote was for 308. 316 is more money.”

“How much more?” Angelo asked.

“Whatever market value is. I won’t charge you extra, You can buy it yourself if you want.”

“No. Just, we’ll put it in the paperwork. Market value.”

“And the hook-eyes. The guys said the baskets they have are cheap. They want sturdy hook eyes.”

“Well, we have big rolls of nylon or polypropylene they can use. They just don’t like to reach over and hook them.”

“I mean,” Jaxson turned to AJ and then back to Angelo. “If my son had to lean over a vat of acid to try and hook a bundle of polypropylene, rather than just hooking an eye-bolt or a hook-eye…what happens if someone slips?”

“How much is that going to cost?” Angelo asked.

“I told the guys twenty-per and they said that was fine.”

AJ kept his face absolutely blank. Angelo looked from Jaxson to AJ and back and then nodded. “Twenty-per. Well…it is a safety issue and I won’t say no to safety. Okay.”

“The guys also asked if they could get angle for the middle section of the shelves, I said thick rod would be cheaper. Save you money.”

“Good thinking. Will it still hold the weight?”

“Absolutely,” Jaxson said. “With the angle on the sides, the shelves will hold whatever you put on them.”

“Excellent,” Angelo said. “Do you have a figure?”

“I only do the hourly for the labor and the cost of materials that are used, and wear and tear.”

“So, do you have a roundabout number?”

“I mean, I can give you a ballpark number, but it’s going to be sky high. I don’t want to scare you into backing out of the deal. Welding is 40 an hour per person. Materials are market value. Wear and tear on the welder is going to be three…times two…six hundred. The wire, I don’t know how much 316 wire is right now. I’ll need gas. Let me think.”

Jaxson turned to AJ and asked, “How long do you think it’ll take us to make one of those baskets? Eight hours? Six?”

“Probably six,” AJ answered, thinking it was the right answer. Truthfully, he didn’t have a clue.

“Six? Are you out of your mind?” Jaxson said, turning back to Angelo. “Six is we want to do shit work. I’d say ten hours, both of us welding, per basket.”

“So, approximately eight hundred, plus materials,” Angelo said.

“I’d go a thousand, just to be safe,” Jaxson said. “You don’t want to tell the boss and then have it cost more.”

“I agree,” Angelo said, and he got up and handed both Jaxson and AJ a stack of papers. “Please sign those. It’s our safety pamphlet, just letting you know about the dangers of working around the vats and things like that.”

“Do you want us to make them in our shop and then bring them here?” Jaxson asked.

AJ sat, stony-faced. They didn’t have a shop unless his father was talking about their garage, which was filled with garbage and an old car his father was never going to get around to restoring.

“The transport costs,” Angelo began to say.

“No transport costs,” Jaxson said.

“What about the size? Will they fit through the doors?”

Jaxson pulled out his tape measure. “Let’s see.”

AJ sat while his father and Angelo went off to measure things and almost an hour later, they returned.

“Yeah, so we’ll make them off-site. We’ll bring them in, deliver, hook them up, we’ll do it all.”

“Excellent,” Angelo said and Jaxson took the papers from AJ’s hands and then said, “Do we give these to the receptionist up front?”

“Yes,” Angelo said.

“Alright. We’ll see you tomorrow. Nine a.m.”

“Okay. Sounds like a plan,” Angelo said and AJ followed his father out of Angelo’s office. They headed out of the building, not bothering to stop at the receptionist or anywhere else until they were at their vehicles.

“What a fucking asshole,” Jaxson said then, climbing into his truck. “Leave your car. Get in.”

AJ made sure his doors were locked and then climbed into the truck next to his father. His dad gunned the engine and spun the tires on the gravel drive on the way out of the parking lot, and then sped down the road at break-neck speed, lighting up a cigarette before throwing his lighter into the ashtray.

“Did you see those mother-fuckers?” Jaxson said, taking a puff from his cigarette.

“Yeah,” AJ said, reaching over and putting on his seatbelt. He remembered hitting the brakes with Candice in the back seat, and he also remembered how he’d learned that trick from his father.

“Fucking rag-head mother fuckers. Wearing flip-flops and fucking t-shirts. No respirators. They want us to work there, but they want us to sign off on their fucking safety waiver.” AJ didn’t know what his father was talking about. “When you’re in the building, don’t breathe. That shit will kill you, fast. Don’t touch it, don’t breathe it, don’t do anything. If you drop a tool in the acid, it’s gone. Just fucking leave it.”

“Angelo said to get one of them,” AJ said.

“Yeah. And they’ll charge us to get it out. Everything is about money with them.”

AJ smirked. Wasn’t everything about money with his father too?

“Fucking assholes. We can’t use anything less than three-sixteen! The fucking quote was for three-fifteen, not three-sixteen, not three-oh-eight. Fuck them.”

“Are we not doing the job?” AJ asked.

“No, we’re doing the job. We’re going to make so much fucking money off these guys, it will make your head spin.”

AJ nodded, and then silently hoped his father would give him something for helping him out.

“I need to get the fucking bar on order.”

AJ held onto the door as they careened into a parking lot of a strip mall, and his father got out without bothering to park straight, or in one spot. AJ followed as quickly as he could, but when his father was in a mood, he was like a raging bull. AJ opened the door to the small shop which jingled a bell in the process, but his father was already at the counter.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment,” the man behind the counter said.

“He’s with me,” Jaxson said. “I need 304 wire, a mig welder, gas, oxyacetylene torch. Two chipping hammers.” Jaxson continued rattling off a list of items they needed in order to do the job and the man said it would be ready to pick up the next day because some things needed to be pulled from the warehouse. Jaxson asked when they opened and the man said seven a.m. “We’ll be here at seven.”

“I don’t know that everything will be here at seven,” the man said.

“Well, if you want to get paid, it will,” Jaxson said, and he grabbed AJ and left the shop, heading back to the truck. As they climbed back in, Jaxson began complaining again, this time about the old man in the shop. “Fucking asshole.”

AJ listened as his father went on a five-minute tirade about the old man, all of it based off of some unknown conversation that AJ knew hadn’t happened. Jaxson continued complaining, all the way to the steel mill where he again came to a skidding stop in the parking lot and got out so quickly AJ didn’t even have his seat belt off by the time his father was to the door.

The smell of steel and rust was thick in the air, and AJ hurried to follow his father as he walked through the plant as if he owned the place, and then found a man who was busy guiding a steel I-beam through the air. Jaxson said something and the man pointed behind them. Jaxson turned and pointed behind AJ, indicating for him to go back the way they came.

“No duh,” AJ said under his breath as they walked back and then headed toward the offices.

The offices weren’t much better than the mill itself. Thick black soot covered the floor and most of the cabinetry. A man sat at a desk, smoking a cigarette, and looked up at Jaxson, and then picked his chin up. “What’s up?”

“I need four thousand feet of one inch 308 angle iron. I need…probably eight thousand feet of one-eighth inch rod, a thousand feet of three-eighths inch rod. I’ll need more, but for right now, that’s good. I also need…forty feet of half-inch 308 rod.”

“How soon?” the man asked.

“Today,” Jaxson said. The man tilted his head to the side and gave Jaxson an incredulous look. “Tomorrow, at the latest.”

“Next week,” the man said.

“I really need it tomorrow,” Jaxson said.

“Then you really needed to order it last week,” the man said.

“Come the fuck on,” Jaxson said.

“You still have eight thousand outstanding,” the man said, lifting a stack of papers on his desk and glancing at something. “Eight thousand two hundred twenty-six and twenty-two cents.”

“You’re serious about twenty-two cents?” Jaxson said.

“Fuck the twenty-two cents! Eight thousand three hundred if you wanna round it!”

Jaxson folded his arms across his chest. “How much can I get, and how soon?”

“I can get you a couple hundred feet of angle, and some of the rod. You need it pre-cut?”

“Four foot and two foot for the rod. Four foot for the thicker stuff, two foot for the thin. Half and half for the angle.”

“I’ve got some angle out there. Grab whatever you need, David will add it up.”

“Just add it to my bill,” Jaxson said.

“Bring money next time or I won’t give you anything else.” The man said, taking another puff of his cigarette.

Jaxson grabbed AJ and hurried out into the mill, found the guy named David, and instructed him to load the truck with angle iron and rod, just as the man had said inside the office. AJ stood back as David worked, loading angle iron into a chain cling and craning it into the back of his father’s truck, and then David pointed at several tubes leaning against the wall.

“AJ grab those,” his father instructed. AJ went over and grabbed the first tube. It looked to be made of paper, but when AJ grabbed hold of it, he could barely budge it.

“What the fuck is in this?” AJ asked, putting all his weight behind it, and slowly, eventually, raising the tube up straight.

“Four hundred pounds of one eight-inch rod!” David said, bringing the overhead crane over and dropping the chain on the hook. “Watch out. If this slips, it’ll be a real bad day for you.”

AJ stepped back as David slid the chain around the tube and then held it with one hand, hitting the button on the long remote cord to lift it with the other. The tube came up an inch and then fell over, and David hit the button, lifting it before it could hit the ground. He moved the crane over and out over his father’s truck and slowly set the tube down in the back, and then repeated the process another couple of times. Soon the back of the truck was full and the tires bulging from the added weight.

“Let’s go,” Jaxson said, and AJ climbed back in the truck and they sped away. As they headed back to the electronics manufacturer, Jaxson praised the steel mill and the men who worked there. “Good guys Allen and David. Never done me wrong. Always come through. Whenever you need something, they’ve got it.”

“You owe them eight thousand dollars?” AJ asked.

“I always owe them. That’s how shit works. You buy on credit, you pay the bill when you have to. You rob Peter to pay Paul. That’s life. And when you die, you don’t owe anyone.”

AJ didn’t say anything but he was thinking, just how big of a cheapskate his father was. A crook. He almost considered his father a con-man but was reserving that label until he had more evidence. Over the years, AJ’s father had “required” his help on a huge number of projects, and he’d only recently begun to understand, or know what thing to listen to, and for, to gauge the true enormity of what his father did.

Last year, when a company hired his father to install jib cranes in a production facility, they paid Jaxson over three hundred thousand dollars. It had cost Jaxson fifty thousand in materials, and rather than hiring people to help with the labor, it had been he and AJ from seven a.m. until midnight some days, working non-stop. They’d gotten the job done, but in the end, Jaxson had paid AJ just a thousand dollars.

Jaxson’s reasons for this were simple. AJ lived in his house, ate his food, used his electricity, and didn’t contribute anything. In a fit, he told AJ that any “normal” man would get paid thirty thousand dollars a year working full-time. By that estimate, and since AJ didn’t have a job, he owed Jaxson a hundred and eighty thousand dollars, and so he didn’t want to hear AJ whining about how he didn’t get paid, on the rare occasion that he actually had to earn his keep.

“I told you before,” Jaxson said, as they pulled back into the parking lot of the electronics manufacturer, “don’t worry about what I’m doing. Worry about what you haven’t done.” A moment later, Jaxson shouted at him. “Get out! I’ll meet you at the house.”

AJ got out and went to his car, his mind thinking of a thousand things all at once. He got in and closed the door, and then watched as his father pulled out onto the street, spinning his tires once again. AJ didn’t understand a lot of things his father did, like always gunning the engine and spinning the tires. He always left big ruts in the ground, especially if it was dirt or gravel. AJ sighed. He’d come to terms with the fact that his father was just, basically, an asshole overall, but now he was really seeing the intricacies of just how much of an asshole Jaxson was.

A short while later, AJ was pulling into the driveway and he saw both Melody and his father’s truck, although his father’s truck was backed into the driveway at an odd angle. As he put his vehicle in park and got out, he heard his father shout at him.

“Hey! AJ! Come on! Come over here. Hurry up!”

AJ hurried over as his father hung one arm out the window, smoking another cigarette. “Well?” Jaxson asked him, flicking an ash AJ’s way. “What the fuck? You think the steel is just going to unload itself?”

“No,” AJ said, and he hung his head and headed around the back of the truck to start unloading.

“Hey! Moron! Just open the back gate!”

AJ opened the back gate of the truck and then hurried to get out of the way as his father put the vehicle in reverse, spun the tires, and then once the truck had moved five feet, he hit the brakes, hard. AJ jumped another ten feet back as the entire contents of the truck bed slid backward, crashing out of the truck, and bending the tailgate at an odd angle. Jaxson hit the gas, spun the tires and the truck lurched forward, chugging. Eventually, the truck pulled free and the remaining steel, and miscellaneous contents of the truck bed came crashing out.

Jaxson pulled a few more feet forward and then put the truck in park. AJ shook his head, looking at the damage to the tailgate as his father came around and then noticed the damage.

“Why in the fuck didn’t you tell me it was bending the tailgate!!!” Jaxson shouted at him.

“I didn’t know,” AJ said defensively.

“All you had to do was look at it! Oh, It’s bending the tailgate! You might want to say something! But no. Fucking idiot! You know how much it costs to get something like that repaired!?”

AJ shook his head and put his hands out, not knowing what to say. Anything he said would be used against him.

Jaxson grabbed the tailgate and shoved it upward, slamming it repeatedly until at last, the side locks latched in place. The gate had a gigantic crease in the middle where it had bent down.

“That’s coming out of your fucking pay,” Jaxson said angrily, sucking a long drag off his cigarette and then flicking it into the grass. AJ thought that was perfectly fine. He probably wasn’t going to get paid anyway. “And don’t tell Melody I was smoking. She hates that shit.”

“I won’t,” AJ said, thinking it might be safe to say.

“We’ll discuss the rent situation over dinner.”

“Okay,” AJ said, his voice low and subdued. Rent? Was his father now going to pay him, and expect him to pay rent? He thought that might be okay, as long as his father was going to pay him enough to make the rent payment.

As soon as AJ was back inside the house, he felt something was different. He hung his keys and then as he took off his shoes, he noticed a pair of white shoes next to Melody’s that didn’t look the same size, and he glanced around quickly, not seeing Candice anywhere. Jaxson walked toward the kitchen. AJ went toward the bathroom, peering toward Candice’s room as he got closer. He came right up to the door, peering in, and didn’t see anything different.

“What the fuck?” AJ asked himself, turning around. He walked back down the hallway, past his parents’ room, through the front room, and into the dining room. “Mom?” AJ asked, looking around.

“She’s in the bedroom, cleaning,” Jaxson said, eating something he’d just grabbed from the refrigerator. “Hey. Just because you’re helping me on the job, doesn’t mean you don’t have to do your chores.”

“I know,” AJ said.

“Don’t let the dishes in the sink pile up.”

“I won’t,” AJ said.

“Do them now,” Jaxson said and AJ went to the kitchen sink and turned the water on.

AJ squirted soap on the scrub brush and looked at a couple of dishes and bowls in the sink. Why couldn’t they just rinse their shit out and put it on the drying rack when they were done with it? If Melody or his father wanted to get up in the middle of the night and eat ice cream, rinse the fucking bowl out! Put it on the drying rack! Why leave it for him to do? Cereal bowls, breakfast dishes he had no part in dirtying, were piled high. Burnt scrambled eggs and cheese were hardened to the bottom of the frying pan like epoxy. AJ shook his head. He filled the pan with hot soapy water and let it sit, while he continued washing the other items in the sink.

“Hey,” a voice asked from his left, and he turned and then almost jumped out of his skin. It was Abbey, standing there, smiling at him.

“What the heck are you doing here?” AJ asked, shocked to see her, and here of all places. He gave her a quick glance, his eyes soaking in the sight of her. She wore a pair of jet-black leggings, a black skirt, a black long-sleeve shirt that came way up on her neck. A turtle neck, AJ thought. He gave her another quick glance, raising an eyebrow at her. He’d planned on calling her as soon as he was back in his bedroom, which was only delayed because he was now doing the dishes.

“That’s not a very nice way to greet your girlfriend,” Jaxson said from the table.

“Hi, Mister Steele!” Abbey said in an overly polite tone.

“Hi,” Jaxson said, and he took another bite of whatever it was he was eating.

“Hey, sorry. I just didn’t expect to see you here. How did you get here?” AJ asked.

“Your mom,” Abbey said, tilting her head slightly. “I told you.”

“I…I thought you were making a joke!” AJ said chuckling. “You said ‘You’re Momma’ like the beginning of one of those jokes….”

“Nope. I wasn’t joking. Melody came and picked me up, and then we went to my mom and dad where she helped me get my things, and then we came here.”

“How, uh…how did that go?” AJ asked, hurrying to get through the rest of the dishes as quickly as possible.

“It went fine. Your mom talked to my mom, and they…talked. Your mom is super cool by the way.” AJ gave Abbey a quick glance and then went back to doing the dishes, wondering what exactly that was all about. When Abbey continued praising Melody for her help, he thought he knew.

“Oh, we stopped and grabbed a few things, just some clothes and stuff. It’s all in my room. We’re going to go get a dresser and a bed tonight.”

AJ dropped the plate he was holding and it crashed into the other plates in the sink, but luckily it didn’t break it, or anything else. “A dresser and a bed? For what?”

“You didn’t think she was going to sleep in your room, did you?” Jaxson said sarcastically.

Abbey’s eyes gleamed and she turned toward the sink so AJ’s father couldn’t see the gigantic grin forming on her face.

“You’re staying here?” AJ asked quietly, almost numb from the shock of it all.

“Yeah. Your mom and dad said it was okay as long as I paid rent and behaved myself.”

“That means no funny business,” Jaxson said.

“How much rent?” AJ asked quietly.

“We haven’t discussed it yet,” Jaxson said sharply.

AJ hurried to finish washing the dishes and Abbey bent down under the sink, grabbed a dish towel, and began drying dishes by hand, and then started putting them away wherever she found they went. AJ, noticing her help, directed her where to put the odd items, like the spatula and the measuring cups, and in a few minutes flat, they were done with the dishes.

“Hey, you wanna go downstairs and play a few rounds of Shoot ’em dead?” AJ asked Abbey as he put the scrub brush and other items back where they went.

“Sure. Sounds fun,” Abbey said, and AJ smiled and then went to the stairwell, clicked the light on, and hurried down the stairs so quickly, that the sound of his footsteps sounded like one long drawn out vibrating thud. “Wow. Speedy Gonzales,” Abbey said, as she went down the stairs at a much slower pace.

AJ stood at the bottom of the steps, smiling, and as Abbey stepped onto the basement floor, he whispered that he thought the fact that she was here was insane. Abbey smiled and pointed to his weight bench. “What? AJ asked, heading over to the piece of equipment. Abbey motioned for him to sit and he did, giving her a strange quizzical look.

Abbey smiled and then she pushed him back on his weight bench, climbing on top of him, the heat pulsating from between her legs soaking through whatever she was wearing and into his groin. She pushed him back until his head touched the bench, and then laid on top of him, pressing her tits against his chest, and bringing her face millimeters from his.

“I want to fuck you so hard,” Abbey whispered, her lips barely making any sound as they moved so close they almost brushed against his. “Can you feel how hot I am?”

“Fuck yes,” AJ groaned, his hands coming up to grasp her sides.

“Your mom is a complete fucking psychopath,” Abbey whispered.

“Mongrel Mommy,” AJ said softly, and then he lifted his head up. Their lips touched, and Abbey reflexively pressed her face against his, melting into him. He sucked her bottom lip teasingly, and Abbey let out a little whimper that instantly made AJ’s cock stone hard.

Abbey’s lips parted and AJ felt her slide her tongue into his mouth, probing and teasing, swirling around the tip and sucking at it playfully. AJ returned the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth, sliding it in and out of her parted lips, an action promising much of the same later, and lower on her body.

“God I love that tongue,” Abbey groaned, pausing her kissing to come up for air.

“I love your tongue too,” AJ said, grinning.

“You’ll get bored of me soon enough,” Abbey said then. “I can only suck your cock so many times before you want something more. Don’t worry. I’ll give it to you.”

“You’ll give it to me?” AJ asked playfully.

“Maybe tonight, if I can find a way,” Abbey said, and then she reached down and yanked her shirt up, bearing her breasts and pressing them against AJ’s chest. “You wanna suck my nipples?”

AJ grabbed her tits and pulled one to his mouth, sucking the barbell-pierced nipple between his lips, and then, when the one was swollen and stiff, he switched to the other one. Abbey’s eyes fluttered and her mouth fell open with pleasure as AJ sucked and licked and squeezed and flicked her tender points. His cock throbbed hard, and Abbey’s eyes opened and then looked down.

“Sorry,” AJ said, his cock now so hard it hurt. “He wants some attention.”

“Let me have it,” Abbey said, sliding off the bench to kneel next to it, her hands grabbing his belt and pants and undoing them both. She reached into his underwear and pulled his cock out, and then chuckled when she saw it as if witnessing it for the first time all over again. “God damn baby,” Abbey said, shaking her head.

“Still don’t think it will fit?” AJ asked playfully.

Abbey turned her head as if listening for something upstairs, but her hands were already on her leggings and skirt. She yanked her skirt up, pulled her leggings down to her knees, and then down to her ankles, and off. She yanked her skirt back down, and then straddled AJ’s legs, and then paused, silent as a cat once again.

“What are you doing?” AJ asked, glancing toward his dresser. “My condoms are on my dresser.”

“We’re not fucking,” Abbey said, listening again before reaching between their bodies to grab his cock. He felt her slip it up and down her pussy, her hot slippery juices coating the head of his dick in seconds, and then she held it steady and leaned back. AJ felt the head of his cock squeezing tight against the opening of Abbey’s vagina, pushing into her, forcing her lips wide, stretching her hot, tight, hole like a roofing nail being forced into a pin-hole.

“Fuck you’re tight,” AJ groaned, his cock swelling, and then slipping out of her divot.

“I’ll get it in my pussy,” Abbey said, the look on her face lustfully promising. “It might take a little while, but I’ll make it happen.”

“I can’t wait,” AJ said, running his fingers up and down her hips and upper thighs.

“You wanna try my ass?” Abbey asked.

“What?” AJ said, surprised she would suggest that so suddenly.

“I’m not promising anything but, my ass has had bigger things in it.”

“Like what?” AJ asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Things,” Abbey replied, and then she leaned closer. “There is a very small percentage of females who believe that having anal sex is a good way to preserve virginity, and a way to relieve stress, without…having to become a full-fledged whore.”

“So you just have anal sex with guys?” AJ asked, unsure of what Abbey was confessing to him.

“No. Not anal sex with guys. But I have had anal. Cucumbers, a nice white potato every now and again. Yams. Best part, if you’re handy with a peeler, you can actually make a potato feel just like a nice stiff cock.”

“Really?” AJ asked.

“Yeah,” Abbey replied with a smirk. “Now, I wasn’t stuffing my ass with the biggest things I could find but, I’m pretty sure I had something about the same width in there.”

AJ was about to say something when Abbey leaped off of him, grabbed her leggings, and darted for his gaming table. AJ zipped his pants and then reached up, grabbing the weight bar, just as Melody stepped into the basement. AJ sat up and then curled his arm as if stretching his triceps.

“Is Abbey down here?” Melody asked him, giving him a discerning look.

“Over here,” Abbey said, coming around the stairs from behind Melody, a towel held outstretched in her hands. She folded it once, using her chin to hold the middle of the towel, and then she folded it in thirds and held it out as if showing AJ. “Is this how you fold them?”

“Yeah,” AJ said, nodding.

“You don’t have to fold laundry,” Melody said, turning to Abbey. “I only ask that you take care of your own laundry, and do a few of the other household chores.”

“Whatever you need,” Abbey said with a smile. “I’ll help out however I can. It’s the least I can do.”

“Well, that’s very sweet of you,” Melody said then, her hand coming out to touch and hold Abbey’s hand on top of the towel.

“That’s what I am,” Abbey said with a smile. “Sweet as pie.”

AJ balked at Abbey’s words, thinking her bravado was unbelievable. Melody turned and gave him another glance, and then turned back to Abbey. “You ready to go get a bed?”

“Absolutely,” Abbey said, smiling and swiping the hair out of her eyes to give Melody a full-faced smile. AJ watched as Melody reached her hand out and touched the space between Abbey’s chin and cheek with her thumb and curled her fingers under Abbey’s chin, gently sliding her hand down and off her chin.

Jesus Christ, AJ thought to himself, thinking Abbey was probably rethinking her own decision to stay here. Melody was like an octopus, unable to keep her hands to herself, and while her actions might have seemed absolutely, unequivocally innocent, to herself, she obviously couldn’t see that her actions were inappropriate, at best.

“Are we taking Esmerelda?” Abbey asked eagerly, tossing the towel onto one of the tables next to the stairwell, and taking the first two steps up.

“Well, that probably won’t work for buying a bed and a dresser,” Melody said, and then she turned back to AJ. “Why don’t you come with us? That way you can drive the truck and help out with the lifting.”

“Oh, okay,” AJ said, standing up and turning around as his pants began to fall down. He grabbed his belt and expertly cinched it tight while acting as if he was un-tucking his shirt from his pants.

“Oh, don’t do that,” Melody said then, and AJ paused a few feet from the stairs. Melody looked up at Abbey and then back at AJ. “Well, I mean,” she turned to Abbey again. “Does he look better with his shirt untucked? Or tucked in?”

“Tucked in,” Abbey said, giving both AJ and Melody a smile.

“Yeah. I think so too. Tuck your shirt back in.”

“Yes…Mommy,” AJ said, quietly adding the second word in an embarrassed tone of voice.

“You don’t have to sound so mortified every time you say it,” Melody said then as if trying to convince both AJ and Abbey there was nothing wrong with calling her Mommy. “Do you call your parents Mommy and Daddy?” Melody asked Abbey.

“I call my mother Mama, and I call my father Dada,” Abbey said quickly. “If that’s what you prefer.”

“No. You’re not my daughter,” Melody said as they crested the stairs.

“I don’t mind. It’s a nickname,” Abbey said. “People want to be called he, she, it, they…who cares. If you want me to call you Mommy, I’ll call you Mommy.”

“No,” Melody said then, her tone becoming hard. “No, you call me Melody. AJ calls me Mommy because I am his mother.”

“So if, at some far-off future, we got married, would I call you Mommy then?”

Melody stopped in the middle of the kitchen and turned to AJ. “If you marry her,” Melody said in a deathly cold and quiet voice, “I will neuter you.”

AJ smirked but Melody looked dead serious. In the blink of an eye, she put on a happy face and turned around to follow Abbey to the front door. “Well, in some far-off distant future that will probably never happen, I suppose so,” Melody countered.

In seconds they were walking out the door, and as they hurried across the grass, Jaxson came out the front door, asking them where they were going.

“We’re going to get Abbey a bed and dresser,” Melody said.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Jaxson asked.

“You knew!” Melody shouted and then added, “So you want to go? You can help AJ lift the”

“Fuck no,” Jaxson said, closing the door before Melody was even done speaking.

“He seems like he’s in a great mood,” AJ said sarcastically as they all climbed into the truck.

“He’s just pissed off because we’re fighting,” Melody said, putting the keys in the ignition and then turning to AJ. “You should be driving.”

“Me?” AJ asked.

“Yes, you,” Melody said, sliding out of the truck to come around to the other door.

“Open the door for her,” AJ said to Abbey as Melody came around the other side.

Abbey opened the door and Melody climbed in and then closed the door behind herself. AJ almost said he was impressed, but he refrained, thinking it might not be the time for jests. After a quick check of the mirrors and making sure everyone had their seatbelts on, they were on their way to the furniture store.

“What are you guys fighting about?” Abbey asked Melody.

“Huh? Oh, Jaxson and I? Well…we’re just…fighting. We’re having a disagreement of sorts. What constitutes free will, and choice? That sort of thing.”

“Sounds deep,” Abbey said.

“Well, I guess,” Melody said but then she turned to Abbey. “The important thing is, he’s happy.”

“How can he be happy, if you’re fighting?”

“Oh, men love to fight. They love watching fights, they love commenting on fights, but most of all, they love fighting themselves. Even better is when you drag it out for a while and then you let them think they’ve won. They get so excited. As soon as they think they’ve won, they have so much energy. Vigor. Sex becomes mind-blowing. It’s like a switch in their brain.”

Abbey chuckled and Melody smirked.

“I’m being serious,” Melody said. “And then, as soon as the sex is over, you make sure to say something so they question whether they really won the fight or not. Reality is, they never win. They can’t. Once the fight is over, there’s no sense in continuing on. But if you make little remarks about it, not insulting but…indicating remarks, you can keep the argument going. It’s a win-win situation really.”

“How is that?” Abbey asked.

“Well, if a man thinks he’s won, you get the honeymoon sex. If he’s pissed off but you’re in the mood, you get the punishment sex. Sometimes punishment sex is even better. It depends on what you’re into.”

“Well, I can’t wait for either of those things,” Abbey said.

“So the two of you are having sex already?” Melody asked.

“No,” Abbey replied. “I…he barely even kisses me.”

AJ glanced over at Abbey and saw Melody looking at him with a weird expression on her face, as if he’d done something seriously wrong.

“I’ll fix that,” Melody said then, turning back forward. “AJ will kiss you. Even if he doesn’t want to.”

AJ’s mouth fell open, but then he felt Abbey’s fingers gently touch his side, and she stroked them up and down, letting him know an immeasurable amount of information. This was what she wanted. She was engineering this. It was all part of some plan.

“I think he wants to,” Abbey said then, “but he’s afraid.”

“Afraid? Afraid of a kiss?”

“You know how people are,” Abbey said, assuming Melody did. “You gotta get permission to ask someone on a date. You can’t touch them. You can’t even hold their hand without asking permission.”

“That’s disgusting,” Melody said and Abbey poked AJ in the ribs. He turned his head to the left and smiled as they pulled into the parking lot of the furniture store.

“Tell me about it,” Abbey said. “I’m old school. If you see something you want, you grab it. If the person likes it, well…you grab some more. If not, you apologize and move on.”

“You know how many times men have grabbed me?” Melody asked Abbey. Abbey shook her head. “Twice…well, once. No…uh…once. Once I did the grabbing.”

Abbey laughed and Melody, for possibly the first time ever, laughed too.

“We’re here,” AJ said.

“Go ahead and go in. We’ll be inside in a minute,” Melody said. “I need to discuss something with Abbey, in private.”

AJ said nothing and slid down out of the truck and closed the door behind himself. He went into the store where he was greeted by an employee, and he quickly informed the person he was just there for the heavy lifting. His mother would be in, in a moment, to do the buying. A moment later he was sitting down in a gigantic chair that made him feel like he was floating on a cloud. He turned to the gigantic glass windows and looked out at the truck, wondering when Melody and Abbey were going to come inside.

It was dark already, and the moon shone clearly in the sky, illuminating the parking lot with a dim light. His eyes focused on the cab of the truck, and he saw Melody and Abbey talking. Abbey turned away from Melody, but then Melody grabbed Abbey by the chin and yanked her back around.

“What the fuck?” AJ asked himself, standing up and then bending low to look out the window again. Melody had her arms around Abbey’s neck as if squeezing her in a bear hug. AJ hurried to the front door and pushed it open, just as the truck door opened Melody slid out to standing, followed quickly by Abbey.

“Is everything alright?” AJ asked, both curious and worried about what had just transpired.

“Everything is fine,” Melody said, striding past him and into the store.

“Everything is good,” Abbey said, smiling at AJ.

“I…I thought you…It looked like you were arguing.”

“Me? Argue with her? Do I look like I have a death wish?” Abbey asked.

“No,” AJ said, chuckling. “That’s why I was like, what the fuck?”

“Alright well, let’s go before she gets pissy,” Abbey said, but before they could turn back to the building, she grabbed AJ’s cock through his pants and squeezed it.

“Whoa,” AJ said, looking down and then at Abbey.

“She said if you want something, grab it,” Abbey teased. “So I’m grabbing it.”

“Just watch where you grab it,” AJ said, looking around.

“You wanna grab mine?” Abbey asked him.

“Yes,” AJ said, trying not to smile. “Later.”

“Promise?” Abbey asked.

“Yes,” AJ replied.

“Eat me like dessert?” Abbey asked, stepping past him into the store.

“Definitely,” AJ replied, not able to keep the smile on his face for long.

AJ followed Abbey until they met up with Melody, who was already looking over the beds and had already picked out three of them to choose from.

“So, which of these do you think you’d like?” Melody asked Abbey as they walked up.

“I like this one,” Abbey said, picking the plainest and cheapest bed of the trio.

“Really?” Melody asked her. “Why? Why do you like this one?”

“Well, it’s…the cheapest.”

“Okay, we’re not shopping based on price,” Melody said and she turned to the other two beds. “Which of these two do you like more?”

“That one,” Abbey answered, pointing to a bed with gigantic posts and wrought iron hardware. It looked like something out of a Victorian-era setting with intricate flowering designs and thick sturdy construction.

“We’ll take that one,” Melody told the salesperson standing nearby. “And the matching dressers, and the armoire.” She reached into a tiny pocket on her dress and pulled out a credit card, and handed it to the salesperson.

“How much should we-”

“Charge it,” Melody said quickly. “I’m not making payments. Charge it and load it up.”

“I’ll need you to pull your vehicle around the back of the building,” the man said.

“AJ?” Melody asked, turning to me.

“I’m on it,” AJ said, heading for the front of the building. He was amazed it hadn’t taken hours to shop for the furniture and was even more impressed that he might make it home in a decent amount of time.

In just five minutes, the bed and other furniture were loaded into the back of the truck, and Abbey and Melody were calling him to come pick them up from the front of the building. After returning home, it took much longer to unload the truck, AJ having to pick each piece up individually and carry it into the house, all by himself. His father was nowhere to be seen, and obviously had no interest in helping out.

“Alright. Now, who’s going to put everything together?” Melody asked once the bedroom was filled with pieces and parts.

“I put all the stuff in order where it goes,” Abbey said, moving about and pointing at specific pieces. “So if AJ can move the pieces, I can screw them together.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier with a cordless drill or something?” Melody asked.

“Yeah, if we had one,” AJ replied. “But we don’t have one. Dad doesn’t do cordless. He says they don’t have enough power.”

“Well, we need one for the house,” Melody said.

“I’ll do it by hand for now,” AJ said, reaching down to the floor and picking up the instructions for the bed.

“Oh shoot. We don’t have a mattress,” Abbey said.

“We’ll get one tomorrow. Tonight, you can sleep on the couch,” Melody informed her.

Abbey grabbed the first corner post and turned it, while AJ grabbed the side rail and a thick bolt, and began assembling the bed. Melody stood by, supervising, and then she took the instructions and began directing Abbey and AJ on what pieces and parts went where, and in what order. Amazingly, it worked out great, and once the bed was put together, the dresser and the armoire came together in record-breaking time.

“Wow. All of this looks amazing,” Abbey said, running her hands over the polished wood of the dresser. “Can I put my stuff away?”

“Of course,” Melody said, and then she turned to AJ. “Alright, let’s leave Abbey to put her stuff away. Give her some privacy. We’ll check on her in a little bit.”

AJ nodded and walked out of Abbey’s room, picking up some of the leftover trash from the assembly, and taking it to the kitchen trash. As he went, he noticed Melody pursuing him closely, talking to him about something mundane he really wasn’t listening to. He went down the stairs to his bedroom, and was disappointed to find Melody was following him, almost as if she were glued to his back.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Melody asked as AJ stepped off the stairs and into the basement.

“Yeah,” AJ said, and then he turned around as Melody stepped off the stairs. “Yes, Mommy.”

Melody grabbed AJ by the hand and pulled him sideways, as if yanking him to safety, into the laundry room portion of the basement. “I’m sorry to have to do this,” Melody said, pushing him against one of the folding tables. “But there is no way you can be trusted.”

Melody’s hands yanked his belt open and off and then tugged his pants down.

“What are you doing?” AJ asked her, trying to object.

“Making sure I don’t have some barefoot and pregnant little tart running around thinking she owns the place,” Melody said, and she yanked his underwear down and grabbed his cock, which was in full agreement with the situation. “Now stop fussing and start cumming.”

“How are you going to just-” AJ began to say, but he stopped speaking as Melody wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and pushed herself forward, opening her throat for him without barely any resistance.

“That’s how,” Melody said after a moment of sucking and deep-throating his cock. “Are you going to be able to cum?” She didn’t wait for a response and began sucking again, sliding his cock all the way into her face until his balls stretched tight against her lips. AJ groaned at the intense pleasure, the way Melody expertly sucked him in as deeply as he could go. His cock throbbed happily, swelling, itching as his balls tightened, drawing up, decreasing the distance his sperm needed to travel so he could flood her throat with his slippery love potion without pause.

Melody pressed her face against his pubic bone, wigging her head right and left, trying to get him deeper. AJ moaned, and his knees shook for a split second before he was able to regain control. Melody pulled off of him. “Don’t hold back,” she said, looking up at him with what looked like tears in her eyes. “Give me your cum.”

AJ couldn’t hold back. Melody’s lips wrapped back around the head of his cock, sucking, slurping, sliding up and down his dick. Her saliva made him wet and slippery, and she took him in with long deep strokes, forcing all eight inches of his cock into the far reaches of her throat. His hands came up, grabbed her hair by the sides, unable to resist. “Oh Melody,” AJ groaned.

It was like turning off a vacuum. Melody slapped his hands away and jerked her head off of his manhood, coming up nose to nose with him. She looked angry beyond all comprehension. AJ gaped, wondering what he’d done wrong, and then Melody jerked her hand forward and grabbed his balls, jerking him forward. “Don’t you ever call me that again,” she growled, squeezing his balls viciously.

“Owww, god,” AJ whined, wishing now that he’d never said it. “I’m sorry, I…I got carried away.” He said, thinking in the moment it was much better than simply saying it was her name, or he’d forgotten.

“Who am I?” Melody asked quietly, eying him from less than an inch away.

“My mom,” AJ responded quietly, gritting his teeth against the pain.

“Do not disrespect me again,” Melody said then, letting go of his balls and taking a step back. “I’m doing this for your own good. You’re out of control and you have no clue how far.”

“I’m not-”

Melody grabbed his cock, which was still rock hard, and gave it one stroke. “Any other man would have lost his hard-on, the very moment someone grabbed their scrotum,” Melody said, undeterred. “But not you. That’s because your hormones are going wild. I can see it in your eyes AJ.” Melody reached up and yanked the front of her dress down under her tits and then grabbed his cock again, stroking it hard from base to tip. “Go ahead,” she said, glancing at her breasts.

AJ gasped as Melody tugged on his cock, her soft fingers unusually strong and dexterous, twisted and stroked, begging his cock to release its contents. His hands came up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them gently, but then working his fingers into them, getting rougher and more forceful by the minute.

“You can suck them,” Melody said then as if permitting him, and AJ pulled one of the soft pillowy globes up and devoured it with his lips. He sucked her nipple hard, rolling it back and forth inside his mouth with his tongue, licking the underside of it and squeezing it with his hand at the same time. Melody moaned and continued jerking his cock, her hand working him up and down faster and more erratically now.

AJ released the first and switched to the second, sucking the tender nipple between his lips and then he tugged on it with his teeth, playfully, before sucking it back inside his mouth. “God you’ve got soft lips,” Melody moaned, watching him, and stroking him. “And such a big cock.” AJ sucked harder and Melody threw her head back. His cock swelled in her hand, edging closer and closer to release.

“If I didn’t know any better,” Melody moaned out a low-volume whisper, “I’d think you wanted to fuck Mommy.”

AJ’s cock throbbed in her hand, giving away his response involuntarily and she groaned as he sucked her nipple even harder. “Mommy’s nipples don’t have milk sweetie,” she cooed, but he didn’t care. He continued sucking, and she continued moaning, quietly though. “Are you ready?”

“Almost,” AJ said, letting off her nipple just long enough to say the word.

“Let me see if I can speed things up,” Melody said, taking a step forward, pressing her body up against his. She leaned back so he could keep sucking, but he felt her lift her dress up, and then she was directing his cock between her legs. She pulled her panties to the side, and he felt the head of his cock slide into something insanely soft and slick. Heat, hotter than anything he’d ever felt before, stung his flesh and Melody slowly rocked her hips forward and back, sliding him back and forth between her lips.

“Does that feel good?” Melody moaned, grabbing his hips and using them like handles to pull and push his cock. “Do you like Mommy’s pussy?”

“Yessss,” AJ groaned, not thinking, only feeling. Or maybe his cock was doing the thinking. He couldn’t tell.

“Does Mommy’s pussy make you wanna cum?”

She pulled him forward hard and the thick head of his cock rammed against her entrance, and almost slipped in. He gasped. Cum flooded his length, swirling up from his balls. His cock jerked hard.

“You can’t cum in Mommy’s pussy,” Melody said, and then AJ looked up at her. “You’re not…you’re not cumming, are you?”

“I-” AJ began to say, but Melody jerked herself away from him then, her hands going between her thighs, and coming away wet.

“What did you do?” Melody growled.

“I…I don’t-” AJ looked down to see cum squirting from the end of his dick-head like a grease gun suddenly disconnected, but still pumping.

“God damn it AJ!” Melody said, but she came forward in a hurry, squatted down and sucked his cock into her mouth. She sucked it hard and deep, and AJ threw his head back, and his cock finished unloading its baggage into her throat until he was completely drained. At the same time, he heard Melody fingering herself, groaning as she sucked him dry, and when they were both done, she stood up and went to the washing machine, opening it up and grabbing the first thing she saw. It was a T-shirt. She brought it over and wrapped it around AJ’s cock, tugging it clean before turning the shirt on herself.

“I can’t believe you would do something so stupid,” Melody growled, pulling her dress up, her panties aside, and wiping her pussy clean. AJ watched, amazed at just how much cum coated Melody’s lips, but she was meticulous in her work, and in seconds, her pussy shined like a brand-new Lincoln Towncar.

“I think I got it all out,” Melody said in a semi-confident manner.

“I…I didn’t think I was-” AJ began to say, but then stopped. He wanted to say “inside you”, but he was afraid she might take it the wrong way, insinuating that she was loose, which he really had no idea but she’d felt absolutely amazing.

“Cumming?” Melody finished for him. “Of course you were. And of course you…were, No self control. No…no. I should have known. It’s my fault. You can’t help yourself.”

AJ’s shoulders fell. He could help himself. He wasn’t a jellyfish. He had free will. But when she put his cock between her pussy lips, and he did believe that’s wall it was, that he hadn’t actually gone inside of her, what did she expect to happen? Did she think he could just endure pleasure that intense, and not just explode inside her?

“That should tide you over,” Melody said, readjusting her dress and pulling it back up over her tits. “If you get the urge,” Melody said then, lowering her eyes to stare into his, “you come tell me. You understand?”

AJ nodded, although he had no fucking clue what she was saying. Come tell her? Come tell her like what? ‘Hey, Mommy. Abbey and I were just making out, and I really want to fuck her, s will you suck my cock for me?’ He didn’t think that would be a wise thing to say, but that was what she was asking him to do. Or was it?

“What should I say?” AJ asked.

“What?” Melody asked, turning back to him, halfway to the stairs.

“What should I say?” AJ whispered. “If…if I get the urge?”

Melody came back to stand a half a foot from his face and then smiled. “If you need…release, you just come and find me, and you say, ‘Mommy. Can you scratch my shoulder?”

“My shoulder?” AJ said, bringing his right hand up to his left shoulder.

“Yes. Your father is always asking me to scratch his back. He’s like a walrus. He can never reach with his arms. So, you ask me to scratch your shoulder. I’ll know what you really need. And then, I’ll come find you when it’s safe when it’s the right time and the right place.”

“Like now?” AJ asked.

Melody looked down and then slipped a hand down to his cock. It was limp, but it began to swell the moment she touched it. “You don’t need more, do you?”

“No,” AJ said, bending over and grabbing his pants and underwear to pull them up. “No, I was just saying, like…everyone else is upstairs.”

Melody smiled at him then. “Your father can be heard from a mile away. And that Tart-and-Tiny you call a girlfriend…”

“She’s not that bad,” AJ said defensively.

“I didn’t say she was,” Melody replied. “I call it like it is. She can stay here as long as she can pay rent and she behaves. If not, then she has to leave. I’ve already explained the rules to her.”

“The rules?” AJ asked.

“Yes,” Melody said in an authoritative voice. “The rules. No fucking, no getting pregnant, which involves fucking, no disrespecting your father or me, and no living like a slob. She needs to take regular showers, keep her room clean, make sure her laundry is done, and get a haircut.”

“A haircut?” AJ asked, thinking that was a bit extreme. “What’s wrong with her hair?”

“It’s all flopped over to one side,” Melody said as if it was too obvious to miss. “It’s lop-sided. Whoever cut her hair before, should have been fired.”

“It’s actually a look,” AJ said then, a wry smile on his face. “It’s…I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like she’s hiding.”

“Well, she needs to stop hiding,” Melody said reflexively.

“It’s a statement.”

“What? What statement?”

AJ shook his head. “It’s like she’s saying, I won’t ask you anything personal, don’t ask me anything personal. If you want to look behind the curtain and find out who I am, you might not like what you find.”

“Well, that’s obvious,” Melody said then. “She wears all that black. Oh, another rule. She had to change her wardrobe.”

“What?” AJ asked, shocked Melody would be so…controlling. And then he realized he was being stupid. Of course, she would be so controlling. She was a complete control freak and a nutter. She was certifiable. No. Telling Abbey she had to change her wardrobe and dress a specific way, was exactly what he should have expected Melody to do.

“Not everything,” Melody said then. “Just one article of clothing. And it can’t be a sock or a hair tie. She can wear a nice shirt, skirt, or a dress. She’s a female. She should dress like one.”

AJ didn’t say anything but he thought it would have been super funny to tell Melody that Abbey wasn’t actually a girl. That she was a boy, in drag, who was thinking of transitioning. AJ tried to keep the smile off his face as he considered how much fun that would be, but he wouldn’t do it. It would have been a lie, one that Melody would have made a mission to find out.

“She…really doesn’t have a lot of bright-colored clothes,” AJ said then.

“I know,” Melody said as if this fact annoyed her completely. “I’m fixing that too. What’s with all these project people?”

“Project people?” AJ asked.

“It’s like everyone is broken,” Melody said, walking to the edge of the stairwell and lingering there. “Another person I have to fix. That’s what I am now. Well, I guess that’s what I’ve always been. I’m a fixer. I fix things.”

AJ nodded, agreeing with the term, but not the description. She was a fixer, that was for sure, but she didn’t “fix” things. She killed them and disposed of the bodies.

Melody turned and then looked down, and then tossed the damp cum covered t-shirt to the floor at AJ’s feet. “Make sure you wipe your cum off the floor,” Melody said, glanced at the washing machine, and then added, “and then switch laundry loads and get that in the wash.”

“Yes Mommy,” AJ said, and Melody swung around the threshold and started up the steps. AJ bent down and wiped the splatter of cum off the floor, folding the shirt over three times in order to get it all up.

AJ was just finishing re-loading the washing machine when Abbey came down the stairs, her lightweight making her footfalls unique and identifiable. She stepped off the stairs and turned right, and then left, and saw AJ standing by the washing machine and then came over to him. “Hey. Whatcha doing?”

“Switching laundry loads,” AJ said, grabbing the detergent and dumping a scoop of it directly onto the shirt, which he had ignorantly put in last.

“Why does it smell like cum down here?” Abbey asked.

“What?” AJ asked, turning to Abbey.

“It smells like cum,” Abbey said again, and she glanced into the washing machine. “Ahhhh. Couldn’t wait huh?”

“I, uh…no,” AJ said, shaking his head.

“No biggie. I love cumming solo. I can cum in thirty-one seconds,” Abbey said, giving him a sparkling smile from beneath her lop-sided cut.

“Thirty-one seconds?” AJ asked, surprised. “I don’t think I can even beat that.”

“Well, how else would you do it?” Abbey asked playfully. “Maybe that’s the problem. No hands, well…no wonder it takes you a while.”

“I’ve seen videos,” AJ said, closing the washing machine and turning the dial.

“The ones I sent you, or others?”

“Others. No, I’m talking about…hands-free,” AJ said.

“Oh. Yeah. No doubt. Those guys are freaks. Girls can do it too. I wish I could do it. Shit. If I could cum hands-free, I’d just sit in a chair and cum all day long. Fuck. I’d soak my clothes. You’d open the door and be like, ‘Hey, Abbey? Wanna go to the store?’, and you’d get swept away in a tidal wave of cum. That’s how much I’d do it.”

“Jesus Christ,” AJ said, chuckling.

“I never thought of that! Holy shit!”

“What?” AJ asked, clearly not understanding.

“Moses. Parting the Red Sea. Maybe it was just Mary, on her period. Hands-free! I mean, she was the Virgin Mary, right?”

“Oh my god,” AJ said.

“Yeah. That’s what Mary was saying.”

AJ laughed.

“Mommy wants us to come upstairs for dinner,” Abbey said, trying to keep her face as stone-faced as possible.

“I’ll be finished in a minute,” AJ said.

“Still can’t beat my time,” Abbey said, turning back to the stairs and heading up them quickly.

AJ shook his head and hurried to finish putting the dryer sheets in, and then headed upstairs once that was done.

Dinner was simple and quick. Spaghetti was one of his father’s favorite dishes, with garlic bread, and as soon as everyone was done eating, AJ was at the sink, washing the dishes. He stacked the cleaned dishes in the drying rack, and Abbey, just like before, grabbed a towel and started drying and putting everything away.

“Look Babe,” Jaxson said as he finished his third helping and then pushed the plate away from himself. “It’s like living on a plantation. Where’s my whip?”

AJ turned around, glancing at his father, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth.

“The whip is in the bedroom,” Melody said, and then she added, “but if you don’t watch it, you’re going to be the one getting the whipping.”

“Sounds like dessert,” Jaxson said, and he got up from the table and Melody got up and moved her chair in, so Jaxson could leave the kitchen.

“What was that about?” AJ asked Melody, walking to the table to grab his father’s plate.

“Nothing. He watched some program on T.V. and it got him all riled up. Never mind him.”

“Oh,” AJ said, taking the dish to the sink to wash it.

Abbey didn’t say a word. She stood there, drying and putting things away so quickly, that she was caught up already.

Melody left the kitchen a moment later and AJ whispered to Abbey, “What the fuck?”

“It was something about adult children working for their parents, and not getting paid. Basically, the children felt that they were being treated like slaves and they sued their parents for compensation, but in the end, they lost.”

AJ turned to Abbey. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Abbey said. “It’s the law. You should read up on it. It’s seriously fucked up. Did you know that, unless you move out, your parents can take every penny you make at work, and claim you as their dependents? So you go off to work, bust your ass, come home, they take your paycheck, and then they get a refund from the IRS at the end of the year too. Great system. Legalized slavery. Imagine a guy who has like, twenty wives, and like a hundred kids.”

“I don’t think that’s legal at all,” AJ said, handing his father’s plate to Abbey, to dry.

“Slavery is alive and well in America. All you have to do is open your eyes. Everything is fucked up. Seriously fucked up. Well…you know.”

AJ sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He did know. He knew it all too well.

“Don’t forget. Seven a.m.” Jaxson said, coming into the kitchen to tell AJ what time they were getting up the next morning.

“I’ll set my alarm,” AJ said.

“You need to go to sleep now,” Jaxson said, pointing a finger at him. “I know how you are with alarms. You sleep right through them.”

AJ tidied up the sink and then turned to head downstairs when Abbey asked him if he wanted some company.

“Sure,” AJ said, and the two of them hurried downstairs as quietly as they could.

The moment their feet hit the floor, Abbey turned and pushed into AJ’s arms, her lips kissing his hungrily. AJ wrapped his arms around her, and then she jumped up and his hands caught under her skirt, grabbing her ass which was bare to the skin.

“Mmmm,” AJ moaned into her mouth, his fingers gently exploring the space between her cheeks, and finding nothing but hot slippery folds of tight wet pussy, devoid of any covering. “No panties?” he asked.

“I’m wearing them,” she said, pulling her lips away from his to answer the question. “It’s a rule. Mommy says I have to wear panties at all times.”

“Mongrel-Mommy,” AJ corrected her, and then he kissed her again, their lips and tongues entwining in a hot slippery dance, leaving both of them gasping for air when they finally paused. “You’re wearing them how?” AJ asked, his fingers sliding up and down her slit, finding nothing there.

“Inside,” Abbey said with a smile. “If you pull them out, you have to replace them with something else.”

“Mmmm,” AJ said, carrying her over to his gaming chair where he sat down and brought Abbey to his lap. “What did you have in mind?”

“Wanna try?” she asked quietly, her eyes sparkling like diamonds in the night.

“Sure,” AJ said, ignoring Melody’s warnings.

“Take ’em out,” Abbey said, grabbing the armrests and leaning back.

AJ slid his hands between the two of them, his fingers probing her tight neat slit and the tiny hole positioned at the back of it. His fingers stroked her lips up and down, and then he slid his middle finger into her hole, and the tip touched against something that felt like satin. He gently wriggled the tip of his finger forward and back and then slid his ring finger in beside his middle finger.

“Fuck that feels good,” Abbey groaned, rotating her hips upward so he could get a better angle.

“I’ve almost got them,” AJ said, and he spread his fingers open, stretching her pussy just a bit.

“Better hurry,” Abbey breathed against his cheek, pressing her temple against his. “I’m almost there.”

“Already?” AJ said with a chuckle. He pushed his two fingers into her, stuffing the panties up inside her and she gasped. “Oops. I slipped.”

“Fuck me,” Abbey groaned.

“What?” AJ asked and Abbey pulled her face away from his.

“I want you to fuck me,” Abbey said, and he slipped off his lap and grabbed his belt, pulling it off of him like she was cracking a whip. AJ unzipped his pants, eager to participate, and a moment later he was naked from the waist down. Abbey climbed back onto his lap and positioned herself above his cock, which was now standing at attention.

“Are you sure?” AJ asked.

“Oh yeah,” Abbey said with a smile. “Never been more sure of anything, ever.” And then she jumped off of him, and bent forward, sliding her tongue all over the head of his cock.

“Oh fuck,” AJ groaned as Abbey wet his dick with her spit, and then she was back on his lap, her hand guiding the head of his cock to her entrance.

“Now, we take it slow,” Abbey said, pushing back and letting go once the head of his dick was fully seated at the opening. “You don’t want to tear my pussy.”

“No,” AJ said then, smiling as Abbey pushed herself back more. Abbey jerked her head back, flipping the hair out of her eyes, and then brought her focus back to his face, her mouth falling open in a giant grin. AJ felt the head of his cock slowly being compressed, and slipping inside Abbey’s insanely tight pussy. “It’s…going…in,” AJ moaned.

“Just don’t tighten up,” Abbey gasped.

The moment the words left her mouth, it was reflexive, and AJ’s cock jerked and swelled. Abbey gasped and her hands grabbed the armrests of the chair, wrenching into them.

“Sorry, sorry,” AJ said, relaxing then in hopes he hadn’t hurt her.

“I’m fine,” Abbey gasped, her eyes coming up and her hands going palms down again. “Come on baby,” she moaned.

AJ brought his hands up to her hips, underneath her skirt, and he gently pulled her down, applying more pressure to their union. Abbey gasped, her pussy stretched, and then he sank into her a full inch. Abbey’s mouth fell open and her eyes closed. Her head came up and a pained expression came over her, but she didn’t move. She held her breath, her nipples hard like buttons underneath her shirt.

“Are you okay?” AJ asked quietly.

“Just…a little…more,” Abbey gasped, and she pushed back again.

“Oh fuck,” AJ groaned and Abbey’s pussy stretched over his cock again. The head of his penis slid deeper, pressed against the soft satin panties buried inside her crevice and he swelled again.

“Fucking cum in me already,” Abbey grunted, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his.

He didn’t need to be told twice. His cock throbbed, jerked, and swelled against the vice that was Abbey’s pussy, and his balls drew up so fucking tight, he could feel every hair follicle stand on end. His cock clenched tight, and he felt like he was cumming, but the feeling of cum racing up his shaft didn’t happen. Abbey leaned forward, and a gout of hot cum shot through him, flooding the space between his bulbous head, and the tight stuffed panties.

“Fuck yes!” Abbey cried into his ear, feeling the scalding hot baby batter coat the inside of her pussy. AJ pushed into her again and then lifted her up. His cock didn’t budge, but the void in Abbey’s cunt expanded, and another giant gout of scalding hot cum erupted out of AJ and into Abbey. Abbey began trembling, her hips bouncing up and down quickly, and AJ’s cock began spurting the rest of his seed into her, over and over and over again. He groaned as she emptied his balls, and then kept going, soaking her panties inside with his hot creamy gift.

AJ grabbed her tits and squeezed them, and Abbey’s pussy clenched tighter, squeezing his cock so hard, it felt like she was trying to crush it. “My cock,” AJ groaned.

“Too…big,” Abbey gasped, and then she jerked herself up. AJ felt her pussy grip him tight, not wanting to let go, and the two of them gasped as their bodies refused to let go of each other.

“Hold on,” AJ said, reaching down to grab the skin at the middle of his cock.

“Fucking shit,” Abbey gasped, and she grabbed her pussy and pulled it open, trying to expel him. Slowly, AJ’s cock subsided enough to slide out, his skin inverting along the length until the two of them came loose from each other with an audible sucking sound.

“Holy shit,” AJ said with a laugh, and a thick glob of cum slipped out of Abbey’s pussy.

“Oops,” Abbey said, and then the cum stopped. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make a mess on you.”

“You need a towel or something?” AJ asked.

“No. I got it,” Abbey said, wriggling her hips. “Cum geyser contained,” Abbey giggled and then pushed her skirt back into place after it had slowly worked its way up.

“We…didn’t use a condom,” AJ said, now looking at her with a worried expression.

“I know,” Abbey said, giving him another smile. “I’m on the pill, and this isn’t even the right time, but on top of that, once I pull my panties out, everything else is coming out with them. I’ll be surprised if I get pregnant.”

“But it is possible,” AJ said, sitting up.

“Yeah,” Abbey said with a smile, and then she kissed him gently. “And an asteroid could come through the atmosphere, and crash into this house, killing us all. Same chances. I should go play the lottery now.”

AJ watched as she lifted her skirt and adjusted the tiny barbells in her nipples and then pulled her skirt back down, her nipples catching on the edge of the material and running up the inside of her shirt to come to a halt, hard and poking against the backside of the material.

“That’s for show,” Abbey said, twisting each nipple.

“For show? For show to who? What?”

Abbey smiled and skipped to the stairs and then shot up them like a bullet train into a tunnel. Aj grabbed his clothes and pulled them on, hurrying before anyone else came down, and he listened for some sort of traumatic argument or shouting, but after a few minutes of silence, he figured he was safe. Sighing, he got up and went to his bed, and then stripped down to go to sleep. He was just climbing into bed when his phone buzzed, and he grabbed it off the dresser.

He saw the messages were empty and swiped through the folder chain until he found Abbey’s message. “Just thought you might want to see the mess you made.” And the next message popped in, a picture showing Abbey’s black satin underwear, crumpled on the bathroom countertop, every fiber soaked. Clear ooze with a white milky look to it, coated a few spots of the panties thickly, and then Abbey sent another picture, this one of her vagina, coated with his cum.

“I can’t not do this,” Abbey messaged a moment later, and a picture of her panties rolled up in her hand came next. The next picture came fast, her pussy with her cum soaked panties stuffed halfway inside of her, and another with them fully inserted. And another, Abbey with two fingers sunk to the third knuckle deep, pushing her cummy panties deep inside of her.

AJ groaned, his cock instantly hard again, but the chance she was taking, was almost too much for him to handle. Abbey’s last message came with a picture taken from above her head, facing down the entire length of her body. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open, her nipples stood out like pegs from her tits, and then, far down below, between her thighs, was her other hand, and the bright purple vibrator pressed against her clit.

AJ stood there for a long moment, admiring the image which made it very clear to him, what she was doing. Slowly he moved the image up and read the text. “Adding my cum to yours. Dream about me. -Love, SA.”