"She was pale and soft, with dark hair and sad eyes," Ella Lane's voice grew soft, almost wondrous. "I could feel your father's cum leak out of me as he fumbled with a phone, and there was that terrible stillness in my chest where my heart should have been beating...and all the world fell away as she came and knelt over me. I thought her lips would be so cold...but they weren't. It was just a hot, bright moment, a pressure on my unmoving lips...and then all the pain was gone. I saw her smile, sadly, as the darkness took me."

Lois refilled their glasses from the pitcher, and despite the heat of the club there were goose bumps on her skin.

"I fell, of course. Straight down to hell. I'm not sure what else I expected. I was never a saint in my life. But hell...it was different. No eternal fires, not pitchfork-wielding devils. It was that kitchen table, still. On my back, legs spread...only..."

"Mom?" Lois was surprised at how natural that came to her. "What is it?"

"I was always afraid, during my life. Afraid that one day your father would...turn on you or your sister. Oh, he didn't. He never did. I don't even know if he ever cheated on me. But there was always that distrust, back in my mind. That one day he would look at you as...not his daughter, but a woman. A cunt. A piece of ass. That he would do to you what he did to me." The older woman swallowed hard. "That's another part of why I let him do that, of course. To protect you. But down there in hell, on that table...I could feel his jizz dripping out of me. Heart not beating. And then you would come in, and he would still be hard..."

Ella shuddered. "I watched him **** you. For years. That was my punishment for my sins. To see my worst fears come true, over and over again. That fat prick I knew so well raring like a stallion's. He would pick you up and tear your panties off, so that I could see your wet pink slit among the hair, and then he would bend you over the table...and I would stare into your eyes as your father **** you."

The older woman took a drink, and it was only then Lois found her gaze drawn down to her mother's tits, the big nipples hard and erect on the saggy, generous breasts, and her legs wide apart on the chair beneath the table...

"That wasn't the worst part. Oh, for the first few years it was terrible, I wanted to scream, to shout, to do anything to help you, to save you...but then..."