"Yes, mommy."

“Yes, mommy,” Kendall says, and she blushes immediately afterward. She had spoken immediately after hearing her mother’s command and only remembered where she was and who she was with after the fact. Paige, though a bitch like Kendall herself, commands greater value in Kendall’s eyes as James’ bride. In a sense, she is James’ queen and, while she doesn’t command the same authority, she can just as easily order Kendall around, Kendall has found.

Jackson follows Kendall to the van but does nothing to prevent her from climbing into the passenger seat on the other side. He just stands, watching impotently, before fixing a glare on Paige. “You’re Kendall’s mother?”

“Her mommy, yes,” Paige says, staring at Jackson through her reflective glasses, a cruel smile on her face.

“I’m Jackson.” He offers her his hand, and she looks at it.

“I know who you are,” she says, and she looks him in the eyes again. “Cuck.”

Jackson’s frown grows more pronounced as his cheek go red. “Can you please stop calling me that.”

“I could,” Paige says teasingly. “But I won’t.”

“Mommy…” Kendall knows how pathetic she sounds whining at her mother, but she cannot help it. She hates to see Jackson degraded, but she is burning with arousal, too.

Jackson gives Paige a withering stare but doesn’t respond. Instead, he looks past her at Kendall, who is staring fixedly at the dashboard. “Kendall, babe, I know you really want to see your family one last time before we go, but we can come back and do that later…”

Kendall wants to speak, to apologize, to explain it all. What hurts her most is how kind and accommodate Jackson is. He isn’t stupid, she realizes, but trusting, which might be the same in this moment. Jackson can see the writing on the wall, she is sure, but he is making excuses for her because of all the hurt she has suffered. He always does, and now he is allowing himself to be taken advantage of rather than confronting the truth. She admires his kindness, but she also hates it, too.

Jackson stands, waiting for a response from Kendall, but Paige speaks instead Lowering her glasses, she smiles at Jackson and says, “You sound pathetic, did you know that?”

The frown Jackson wears deepens, but he keeps his eyes focused on Kendall as his hands tighten into fists. “Listen, respectfully, I’m not talking to you right now.”

Paige grins in response, moving into Jackson’s view by leaning into her steering wheel. All men get angry sometimes. She knows this, and she also knows that how they express that anger is indicative of who they are as men. Jackson’s response proved to Paige and Kendall both what a cuck he is. James wouldn’t have tolerated such disrespect, not even before he had a huge cock. Even with a huge cock, Kendall realizes, Jackson wouldn’t have the confidence or arrogance to use it.

“Well, I am talking to you, CUCK. Kendall is going to see her family before she leaves. She wants to see her daddy. Just ask her.” Paige sits back and looks at Kendall, a knowing smile on her face. “Go on, baby. Tell him.”

Jackson, shaking, whimpers. “Kendall, I…”

“Just go inside, Jackson. I’ll…be back soon.”

Jackson stammers, and Paige laughs. “And there we go.” She leans back into Jackson’s view again and starts the van. “Listen, you’re her fiancé, not her father. No one **** her into this car, and no one is going to **** her to get back out. You’re being controlling, and you need to stop and realize that she can go wherever she wants, even if you don’t want her to.”

Jackson looks between them, torn by his intentions and his hidden jealousies. He hesitates, panics under the assertion being laid at his feet, and then whines. “Kendall, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to control you. I’m just…I…!”

Kendall stares at her hands, at her fingers. She doesn’t even have a ring because Jackson doesn’t believe in engagement rings. They show dominion over a woman, they’re a compact, a trade agreement, not a sign of love. “No, Jackson,” she says, smiling a sad smile at him. “It’s okay. I understand. I’ll be back soon, like I said.”

Jackson, realizing he has lost the battle, sighs. His shoulders sink, and he wipes his eyes as he loses all tension in his body. Paige smiles knowingly as Jackson whispers, “I love you…”

“Aw. Isn’t that sweet?” Paige laughs and flicks her glasses down over her eyes again. “Now step back, cuck. Wouldn’t want to run over your feet.”

Jackson steps away back into the yard, and Paige drives away. They are halfway across town before Kendall begins to cry. Head down, eyes fixed on her lap at the empty finger, she hugs herself as she weeps. Paige slows and looks at her as she enters her neighborhood. She doesn’t feel guilt but concern for her daughter and how James will treat her when he sees her.

“He’s very kind,” says Kendall after some time, but she knows it doesn’t mean anything to her mother. With naked finger, it barely means something to her. Even then, she knows that Jackson means well, even if he can’t deliver. She looks out the window and watches her childhood drift by in the form of houses and says, “He deserves kindness.”

Paige stops in front of James’ house. It used to be hers, but she has long since given up claim over it. “Oh, sweetie,” she says, and she touches Kendall lightly and pulls her into a hug. They sit together, hugging, as Paige smooths her hair and whispers, “No, darling. No, he doesn’t.”

They part, and Kendall gives her mother a horrified, tearful stare. “What? What do you mean?”

Paige wipes her tears away and says, “He might be kind, but he is a cuck, Kendall. That’s all he is. He is your punishment for breaking James’ heart. The more you try to make him more than that, the more hurt you’ll be. Never forget, Kendall. You’re James’ woman now. His slut. He owns you, and the only reason you have Jackson in your life is to make you unhappy.”

Kendall listens in horror as her mother speaks. It isn’t just what her mother is saying, it is the calm with which her mother says it. Kendall knew James’ warped reasoning but kept her joy as a secret treasure. She looks at her naked ring finger now and feels empty. The pleasure is gone, turned to dust by James’ curse. Only he can please her sexually, and even the love she wants from Jackson is corrupted and no longer worthy. She nearly begins crying again, and her mother pats her cheek.

“James is your daddy now, Kendall. Your master. He owns you. He fucks you. He uses you and then sends you back home to your cuck.” Kendall begins weeping again, and Paige pulls her into yet another hug. She rubs her daughter’s back while whispering to you. “Now, now, don’t be sad, and don’t cry. He’s not worth it, Kendall. He doesn’t matter. All that does matter is James and James’ dick.” Sitting back, Paige pulls Kendall into a kiss. Their lips meet, and Paige holds Kendall in place until Kendall parts her lips. Their tongues meet, and Kendall moans, slurping her mother’s tongue. As they part, Paige is smiling. “There’s a good girl,” she says, and this time she uses her sleeve to wipe Kendall’s face clean. “Now, stop that crying. It will make your face all puffy when you see him, and he won’t like that.”

Kendall sniffs and nods. She is still sad and the realization about Jackson’s inadequacies sits heavy on her heart, but she buries it with thoughts of James inside, his big fat cock stiff for her. A flood of semen sounds good to help her forget for the morning.

Paige smiles. “Now, James has some good news for you. So, let’s get inside and see him.”

They unbuckle and step out of the van. Kendall waits on her side, facing the house, for her mother to join her. Threats of losing James’ dick help to give Kendall focus and distract her from Jackson. For weeks now, her only consistent desire has been to be fucked by James, and she wipes her eyes vigorously and massages her cheeks in hopes of hiding her short-lived but intense sorrow.

Paige leads them up the stairs to the door. Kendall follows, watching her mother’s big bottom bounce with each step she takes. She wonders, privately, if she will be as beautiful as Paige is when she is older and thinks to herself how James’ dick seems to have a way of making women sexier by fucking them. Pleasure, she realizes, might be the best medicine there is.

They stop together at the landing once they enter, and Paige leaves her glasses with her purse at a table inside. Then, she strips down into a pair of dark purple underwear, the crotch of which has a clear hole for her weeping pussy to peek out of. The bra is sheer, showing not only the shape of but the color of her stiff nipples as Kendall watches her.

She looks expectantly at Kendall as she strips and says, “Come on. Your daddy won’t like seeing you dressed like that.”

Kendall blushes. “Well, I wasn’t planning on seeing him today, so I packed all of my slut clothes away.”

“Then just go naked,” Paige says with a shrug, and she kicks her clothes down the stairs and sweeps her hair back with a flourish. She looks almost statuesque to Kendall, who is stunned by her beauty. “He just wants easy access to your body and to see you embarrassed. Nudity will be just fine.”

Kendall frowns and says, “He wants to see me embarrassed, huh?” The she undresses beside her mother. Unlike her mother, she folds her clothes and leaves them in a neat stack beside the door. Like her mother, however, she is already moist thinking about James, as thoughts of him completely replace the sadness Jackson had elicited in her.

They climb the stairs to the living room and find James half-naked watching tv. He is wearing a t-shirt and a pair of over-stretched underwear and has a beer in one hand, and he mutes the tv as they enter, sitting up in his seat and putting on a crooked grin when he sees them. “Well, ain’t this a nice surprise. About time you two got here.”

“Sorry. We got held up,” Paige says, smiling as she saunters over to him. She joins James on the couch and kisses him as she settles into the crook of his arm. Kendall watches from a distance, openly envious of the affection they share as she shuffles over and joins them on her knees. “I think Jackson was angry that we were taking Kendall away from him.”

James frowns as Paige feels him through his briefs. When she lowers his waist band to free his plump cock and took him in hand, however, his sour mood eased. He doesn’t like having agenda, but the feel of Paige’s supple breasts molding against his body helps to keep him calm. He looks at Kendall, who gives a half-smile and moves into position to lick his toes, hoping that her obedience saves her some of the stick and earns her a bit of the carrot.

“The fuck do I care what the cuck thinks,” James growls, jamming his unwashed toes into Kendall’s hungry mouth. She sucks them eagerly, losing herself to his flavor as it fills her mouth. She can tell by how hard he is fucking her mouth with his toes that he will be rough with her, and in her twisted understanding of the world, she enjoys it.

“You don’t, and you shouldn’t care,” says Paige, stroking him from crown to root with a smile on her face. She cups his balls and pulls them out, resting them on his waist band and leaving them in view of both women. “I think his parents are visiting to help them pack, so Kendall will have to return eventually to get it done, because I don’t think that boy can do anything without her guiding him.”

James snorts a laugh and swats Paige across the bottom. Easing two fingers into her wetted cleft, he grunts, “Fucking cuck. Well, fine, if we’re in a hurry…” James lifts his hips and parts his legs. With Paige and Kendall’s combined efforts, he exposes the dark, hairy crevice of his ass to Kendall. They make eye contact, and he grins again. “Get to work.”

Kendall slurps off of his toes and purrs, “Yes, daddy.” Shuffling forward on her knees, she buries herself into his asshole with her tongue. James swells and stiffens in Paige’s hands, and he grunts with pleasure like a fat pig. Reaching down, he holds Kendall in place by her hair, forcing her even deeper into his ass, and he cusses as she eats him.

“Fuck,” he growls, grinding his ass across her pretty face. “Fucking slut. Bet your cuck can’t get you to do this! Too much of a fucking wimp to treat you right, so get a mouthful of me to remember, you dirty cunt!”

Holding James and stroking him as he stiffens in her grip, Paige laughs and moves her hands to hold him by the root. She uses her palms to flatten his pubic hair and marvels at his full, unrestrained length. “Fuck, do you get hard when she does that to you!”

“Jealous,” James laughs.

“No. Impressed,” Paige says, and she purrs as she takes to stroking him again.

“Of course you are. Kendall is such a good little bitch for me now.” Guiding Kendall by the hair, James drags her from his asshole and moves her to his balls. She does not withdraw her tongue as she moves and licks her way out of his hairy cleft and onto his equally hairy balls, tasting his taint on the way. Her cheeks are wet from her own saliva while her eyes have gone glassy with lust. Any part of her that was sad about Jackson is now gone and buried as she salivates for James. She nuzzles his pubic root, tickling herself on his pubic hair and breathing him in as she moans. “Like that slut,” James asks, holding her by the hair and forcing her into eye contact. He smacks her across the cheek to rouse her. “Since it’s your big day and all, Kendall, I’ll do you the favor of letting you decide how I use you. So, where do you want it? How do you want me to fuck you before you go?”

Mouth full of his big, hairy testicles and nostrils full of musk, Kendall can hardly think let alone make a decision as difficult as that. Every part of her enjoys him, and nothing jumps out to her save for her need to be used by him. All that matters is that he comes. That is her purpose right now, and her own desires shouldn’t even come into consideration. That is what she thinks until she remembers the rotten taste of him still on her tongue and then gets an idea.

She releases him with a wet smile and showers his root with kisses before answering in a cock-hungry whine, “My ass, daddy! Fuck my ass!!”

James gave Paige a quick grin. His dick was throbbing as he held himself to Kendall’s open mouth while she slobbered on him. What was left of her that he remembered was being burned away by white, hot lust, and while she might still hate him, he knows in that moment he is the only thing she wants.

“Sorry, I don’t think I heard you right.” James reaches out to smack her again, earning a pained coo from her ass she sucked and nibbled his hairy testicles. “Where did you say you want it again?”

Kendall purrs, licking him and staring him in the eyes. She has pubic hair stuck on her teeth as she smiles at him and swallows them without hesitation, a glint in her eye as she mewls like a wild animal. “Oh, daddy! I want you in my ass! I want you to fuck me in the ass, to pound me until I’m black and blue. I want you to send me back to my cuck leaking cum, so stretched and used that I’ll never go back to normal. I want you to ruin me before I go, so that I can always remember what I am and who I belong to!”

Paige laughs and says, “Listen to her! She’s like fucking Shakespeare over here!”

James laughs, too, and forcing Kendall back into suckling his balls, he cups his mouth and shouts, “Olivia! Bring me the lube! Your sister is about to have her ass fucked!!”

Oliver appears quickly wearing pink lingerie. His tiny dick is stiff as he carries over a large bottle of strawberry scented lubricant. Opening it, he pours a healthy amount across James’ shaft and Paige’s hands, and he lets his mother rub it in. While Paige does, James shoves Kendall away with his foot and laughs as she whines on the floor. “Ass up, slut.”

Kendall, who was enjoying his balls, goes wide-eyed as she sees him gleaming and turns quickly to stick her ass up in the air. She feels the cool touch of lubricant and slender fingers with it as Oliver is behind her, preparing her. He doesn’t last long, as James reaches out to tug him away by the hair. His hot shaft lands between her ass cheeks James squeezes her bottom and holds her open for him.

Holding her by the ass, James lines up, pressing his fat cockhead against her puckered, greasy butthole. Kendall bites back a moan and holds her breath. Her face is in the carpet and her arms crushed beneath her, cupping her breasts and her bare nipples to keep them from chaffing. James won’t be gentle, and that is what Kendall looks forward to the most.

Paige holds James in place, a smile on her face as James prepares to take her daughter. James fucks her hand gently and growls in a low, rumbling voice, “Ready to be ruined, slut?”

Kendall nods into the carpet and whines. “Always, daddy!”

Leaning forward, his fat belly heavy against her back, James takes hold of Kendall around the throat and moves her. She isn’t expect it, and goes wide-eyed as he lifts her. Her butthole is opened for him though as Paige guides him in, and then he takes her with one deep thrust forward. Kendall groans, drooling as a powerful orgasm rushes through her, but she can barely speak he is holding her so tight. “FUCK,” she rasps, fingers tickling the carpet as James holds her in place. Her big breasts bounce from the **** of his blows, bowing her body as he uses her for leverage. He is relentless, fucking her hard, destroying her like she asked while all she can do is **** and drool in breathless, thoughtless ecstasy.

It is then that Kendall remembers she is not a person to James. She is a toy and a tool. She is property to be used for his pleasure, and even this offer was made only to keep him satisfied. It was not surprising to her, but she realized it should have been disappointing. It wasn’t, though. Instead, it was satisfying, almost comforting, as the world made complete sense. She smiled and held him by his thick fingers, reminding him to let her breathe but making no demands of him as he drilled her.

She heard him laugh behind her and wheeze as his fat belly slapped with equal **** as his heavy balls. “How is it, slut? Am I ruining you like you wanted?”

Kendall gasps and chokes as James holds her. His fingers are tight, but his grip allows her enough to breath and speak by while leaving her feeling a bit lightheaded. The world spirals and shimmers as he rails her hard, forcing the air from her with deep, hard thrusts.

“Ugh! It’s so good, daddy! The best! Your dick is the best, daddy! You’re ruining me! You’re ruining me!!”

Her large bottom bounces as he hammers her, and her legs grow tired. She wants to ride him, to fuck him back, but he is holding her in place as her body goes numb in his grip. The pain that should be there is absent in the face of the pleasure, and her tongue hangs from her mouth as he reams her, each thrust forcing an animal cry from her while her mother and brother watch.

When James releases her, he lets her fall. He swats her ass, too, as she lands on her hands and forearms and braces to meet his thrusts against him. His blows are hard enough to leave a bruise across her bottom, but in the moment they feel only like pleasure to her as her daddy brands her with his rough hands. “Can your little cuck fuck you like this, Kendall?”

Kendall laughs. Staring at her bare ring finger while James throttles her, she feels insulted that he should even ask. The sorrow Jackson had conjured before boils inside of her like anger and serves to only increase her lust as she grows vengeful. She tightens her jaw and rolls her hips against him with renewed vigor, throwing herself into James with enough **** to make her ass cheeks clap on impact.

“No, James! Only you! Only you can fuck my asshole like this!”

“That right. Only me, slut! Only I can fuck you like this! Only I can make you feel this good! No one else! No man! No woman! Only I can ruin you like this! Remember that, when you move! Remember that I own you!”

Kendall gushes, exploding in a powerful orgasm that has been growing inside of her from the beginning. Having held that long, she finds her body collapsing into orgasms after that as he goes limp in his grasp. Her face falls into the carpet, landing in a pool of her own saliva as James continues to drill her from behind.

“Yes, daddy! Yes! I am yours! I am yours!! Fuck me! Fuck your asshole eating slut! I am yours, James! I am all yours!!!”

James grins and huffs. Reaching forward, he grabs her again, this time by the shoulder, and lifts her to fuck her. His face is red and beaded with sweat as his hairy balls pummel her. He thickens inside of her, and Kendall groans, smiling in her mindless pleasure. Cupping his hand, she holds it, thankful to be his slut and looking forward to the flood. They come together, their combined climaxes carrying them higher as James seeds her bowels.

Kendall blacks out and feels like she is floating. She thinks of Jackson, weeping, and she thinks of James fucking her. Feelings explode like fireworks inside of her, all of them mingling and competing for attention. She is guilty, she is shameless, she is horny, she is sad, she is happy, she is satisfied. The last feeling lingers inside of her, held in place by James’ thick cock and strong hands. He is holding her tight. It hurts, but if he bruises her, she knows for certain it will be worth it.

She wakes on the floor in her own drool. James is still inside of her, his fingers tight against her shoulder. It takes her time to remember how to move, but when she does, she finds him smiling behind her and holding her in place. He flexes inside of her, and she mewls and smiles. “You was made to a slut, you know that, Kendall?”

“By you, daddy,” she whispers, and she giggles. It wasn’t long ago that slut would have been an insult to her, especially considering her history with me. James meant it as a compliment and, well-fucked and full of his cum, that is how she takes it. To be James’ slut is to serve him, to be used by him for his pleasure. The actual definition of the word no longer holds the same meaning to her as her own personal interpretation of it is replaced over by James’ crooked smile and thick cock.

He eases out of her, and she groans as absence takes his place. Limp, he stops to gaze into her open asshole. She flexes, winking it shut as semen dribbles out of her. Her asshole is red and full of cum, and it is astonishing to think that by the end of the night she will be back to normal. It seems impossible to him, but it has happened countless times before, and it makes him stiffen to think he could fuck her again and plug her with even more cum. No one should have that much control over a person, and yet he does, and he is happy to **** it as often as he can.

“That’s right. Come here, slut.” James guides her by the hair, moving her around and forcing himself into her mouth. Kendall takes him lazily, sucking him with something akin to affection, a smile on her face as she eats her own asshole off of him. She might still hate James, though he is no longer sure about that, but she loves his cock and is willing to clean it no matter what state she finds him in.

Watching Kendall slurp, James looks at Paige on the couch. She has a towel now and is wiping her hand clean of lubricant while Oliver is away cleaning. “Look at her,” James says. “With her for years, ain’t never seen her as happy as she is now with my dick in her mouth.

Paige smiles. “She’s a true slut, a size queen, and she loves her daddy’s dick.”

Leaning over Kendall, his fat belly heavy against her head, James swats her ass and earns a moan from her. She rewards the pain, sucking more of him into her mouth and mewling with her eyes closed. “Oh, I know she does, and I’ve been loving her with my dick this whole time. Ain’t I, Kendall?”

Kendall mewls around him, peeking up into his eyes beyond his big, rippling belly. “Mmhmm.”

Still grinning, James smacks her lightly across the cheek. He can see bruises along her shoulder and ass, but he had managed to avoid hurting her throat. It was almost disappointing, but he figures there will be other times to try. “I got a surprise for you.” Withdrawing his dick, he slaps her across the cheek. Kendall allows it, holding her tongue out, panting like an animal as semen gushes from her ass. James laughs and feeds her his balls instead while stroking his limp cock. “You leave today for the city with the cuck and the girls, right?”

“Mmhmm,” Kendall moans. She watches him stroke himself with growing and lingering arousal. A thought enters her mind as to how she can make him hard again, and it is repulsive, but right now, so is she.

“Well, I ain’t gonna let you go alone, so I decided that me, your momma, and your slutty little sister are gonna move, too.” With his dick on her face and his balls between her lips, he feels her react before he sees it. Her lips tighten as she squeals with excitement, and James laughs while finishing his thoughts. “Now, I don’t know when we’ll get up there, but I don’t plan to keep you waiting long, and this way I can keep fucking you while you’re finishing school.”

Kendall feels lightheaded with excitement and worries that this is a dream. The sex was good enough, and it wouldn’t have been her first dream where James ruins her. The musky stench of his asshole rouses her, however, as she moves herself lower to properly thank him. She moans into his asshole and hugs his waist with affection as he tries to scramble away. James visibly thickens before he kicks her away and, standing over her, stares at Paige in amused horror.

“Little slut just tried to eat my ass again!”

Paige laughs so hard she nearly cries. “She’s just saying thank you!”

James grunts, shoving his foot into her mouth. “She’s shameless,” he says, but he smiles as Kendall giggles around his toes. “Go on, Paige, get this slut cleaned up and back to her cuck. She’s got a busy day ahead of her, and a long few weeks after that, and I already got what I wanted from her.

Wiping her ass with her hands and her pussy with the towel, Paige stands. “Of course,” she says, and she helps Kendall up and holds the towel to her ass as she walks her away. They use the guest bathroom to clean up. It is smaller but closer, and all Kendall really needs is a quick rinse and to put her clothes back on. Paige detaches the shower head to spray out Kendall’s ass while Kendall braces against the wall.

She feels dizzy and confused. Pain slowly appears inside of her as the bruises form. James has ruined her, physically and emotionally, and staring at her damn ring finger where there is no ring makes her wonder if that is why Jackson never properly proposed. He doesn’t want to mark her as his because he knows, deep down, that she will never be his.

Paige stops spraying as Kendall begins to cry and kisses her daughter on her naked shoulder. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

Kendall turns to her mother, whining, whimpering, and falls into her wet and naked, clinging to her as she sobs. “No, mom. No, I’m not okay. Nothing is okay. I thought it would all be over. I thought I would leave and wouldn’t need James anymore, and now he’s following me. He’s coming with me to keep me, to fuck me.”

Paige rolls her eyes but pats her daughter’s wet hair. “You need to stop fighting this, Kendall. I keep telling you. It’s tearing you up. James owns you now. He’s your daddy, and he can use you however he wants, whenever he wants. His dick has ruined you, just like you said.”

“That’s just it, mom.” Kendall steps away to reveal that she is smiling as she cries. “I’m happy. I’m crying because I’m happy that he’s following me. I’m happy that I don’t have to stop being fucked by him.”

Seeing this, Paige laughs, and she turns her daughter and begins rinsing her again. Staring at her daughter’s back, she says, “You’re one confusing slut, you know that?”

Kendall laughs, too, and wipes her eyes. “I’m a confused slut, actually.” Wiping her nose, she sniffles and lets Paige finish her back.

“You ass and shoulders are going to be bruised,” says Paige, looking her daughter over. Even with the bruises, Kendall is beautiful. Like her, Kendall’s body only seems to be enhanced by James’ use of her. Paige moves her daughter and checks her neck. “He was careful around your throat, though.”

Kendall smiles. “Those bruises will be something to remember him by,” she say, and she winces as her mother taps her ass before turning off the water. Paige climbs out of the shower first and grabs a fresh towel while Kendall wrings her hair out. “Mom, he said you were moving with him.”

“Of course I am,” says Paige, unfolding the towel and hanging it open to wrap around Kendall as she steps out of the shower. “I’m his fiancé.”

“Right,” says Kendall, joining her mother out of the shower. She lets Paige wrap the towel around her and then uses it to dry her body. It is strange to speak with her mother like this. The familiarity is beginning to feel normal, but hearing her mother refer to herself as James’ fiancé is surreal. She dries her hair while asking, “How long until you two move up?”

Paige laughs while watching her daughter. She stares at her daughter’s smoothly shaven pussy, at her womanly thighs and wide hips, at her slender stomach and large breasts. Her nipples are still stiff as she dries them. “Why, Kendall? Are you that **** to have him again even after that brutal fucking?”

Kendall smiles as she dries her legs, and that smile alone is enough to tell Paige everything she needs to know.

“You are such a slut,” she says, and Kendall shrugs in response. Paige sighs. “Well, I wish I could give you an answer, but I just don’t know. James has one of his other sluts looking into a place for us, but she has no idea how long it will take to find us something.”

Kendall pauses while drying her arms and looks her mother in the eyes. “He has other sluts,” she asks. She is trying to be casual but her interest is written all over her face.

Paige laughs again at her daughter’s barely restrained jealousy. “Of course he does, sweetie. Did you think a man like him would be satisfied with just the four of us? Hell, he has a whole harem shaping up.”

“Oh.” Kendall turns to finish drying and hides the disappointment showing in her frown. After that, they leave the bathroom together. Oliver takes the towel from Kendall, leaving her to walk naked on the way down the stairs. James doesn’t even notice them, beer and sports having stolen his focus again.

They dress, and Paige drives Kendall back. They arrive to find the house empty and Jackson waiting with the girls in the backyard. She kisses her mother goodbye in the van, their lips meeting. Their tongues touch, and Paige waves goodbye to her. Jackson looks sad when she sees him, almost frustrated, but he puts on a tired smile when she arrives.

“Ready to go?”

Kendall nods, and Jackson stands and dusts his hands off on his pants. “Come on girls,” Kendall calls. Jackson moves to take her hand, but she doesn’t allow it. Instead, she guides the girls gently with her hands on their heads as she leads them to their car. “Did your parents leave already?”

“My dad did,” Jackson says. “We got everything loaded quickly.”

“Oh.” Kendall helps the girls into the car. Together, she and Jackson strap them in. She can feel cum leaking out of her ass as she joins Jackson in the front. “Your mom couldn’t come?”

Jackson starts the car and looks away from her, a look of shame and disgust on his face. “She…couldn’t make it.” He gives her a sad smile now. “Anyway, let’s go. Our new life awaits.”

“Right,” says Kendall, shifting in her seat as the cum leaking from her stretched asshole soaks into her panties.

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