The Further Adventures of Mary Morgan

Mary sat down reading her Christian novel as the doorbell rang. She sighed as she looked at her watch. Her husband was working late - thank the Lord - and this was one of the few times this could be done.

She set the book down and went to the unlit doorway. She opened it up for the semi-familiar sight of "Big Brute" - the outlaw biker that had fucked her and her daughter at the EDP Convention a couple months back, alongside his old lady, a clearly abused junkie who's name Mary had not bothered to learn.

"Were you seen?" said Mary, out of concern and annoyance as she looked outside towards the neighbors in this HOA subdivision.

"No, we parked a couple blocks away and skulked through the bushes," he said. "I used to rob houses in places like this."

Mary rolled her eyes. "You're supposed to use the back entrance."

"You know I'm always up for that, sugar," he said, grabbing Mary and kissing her forehead.

"Don't get fresh," said Mary, ignoring his kiss coldly. "She's upstairs."

Brute nodded, and rushed up like a schoolboy, not the 40-year-old fat thug he actually was.

Two months ago, Mary and her two daughters, Taylor and Robin, went to the Third Annual EDP Convention downtown for three days of sexual fun and depravity, at a whopping cost of $9000. Taylor even fucked one of the poor EDPs on the first day, but Mary made no attempt, and Robin's attempts were in vain. They had both fucked this biker Big Brute, who helped them out of a jam more than once at the Convention (including the time Mary was caught up in a nearby alleyway and **** by four teenagers on the second day). Taylor was now proudly pregnant with an EDP's child, but Robin had been having difficulty.

Big Brute had fucked Robin that first day. Robin joined in the orgies the second. On the third, she even fucked one of her church friends that they stopped by on the way home from the convention. But none of those held. Mary even convinced her husband, Harry, to fuck their daughter Robin that third night, but he had been really ashamed of that action, for some reason, and had increasingly spent more and more nights away from home.

Thus, in order to satiate Robin's needs to become pregnant like her twin sister, Mary took matters into her own hands. She had spent several thousand on prostitutes, gigolos, to get them to fuck her teenage daughter. While they easily accepted the money, they usually ended up balking at the idea of fucking her without a condom. Such prudes. She had convinced the neighbors, the mailman, that church friend, all to come over and fuck Robin relentlessly (and urged Robin to fuck them at her own recognizance), but that just started to tank Robin's reputation at church and in the community. Taylor was still virginal and pure, even in her pregnant state, because she had been saving a man's life by offering her virtue. But Robin was slutty and a harlot by wishing to be with her sister in that state. Mary would have none of that.

So Mary reached out to the biker that saved them, and also attempted to **** them, at the convention. She fondly recalled Brute fucking her in front of the crowd, and a part of Mary wanted to replicate that, but she could never be so improper outside of the purview of an EDP convention. She would just have to live vicariously through her daughter, she surmised.

However, when Brute insisted as payment for continuously fucking Robin, the opportunity to fuck Mary as well, she readily agreed. "A small price to pay," she thought, a devilish grin recalling the girth of his penis as it entered her that day. She was a loyal housewife, but she felt, since she already had 'done the deed' so-to-say, that continuing to fuck this man would not be sinful. It was merely a necessary transaction he required to complete his task. Still, Harry was always prudish about such things, and when she had discussed her thoughts on how to impregnate Robin before, he tended to change the subject or discount them at the very least. Best not to involve him.

She drank coffee in her kitchen as she could hear Brute overhead fucking her daughter, both screaming and grunting echoing through the household. They really should've closed the door. She pretended not to notice as Brute's girlfriend quietly pocketed some of their good silverware.

"So, where are you from?" asked Mary, trying to make small talk. The junkie scratched her arm and looked skittish. "Taycheedah," she said, in a raspy voice, referencing the women's prison about 70 miles north of here. Mary rolled her eyes again. She could hear that the fucking had stopped and an awkward silence commenced as Brute and Robin must've been getting dressed.

He bounded down the stairs with a childish grin, nodding at his girlfriend as he slipped on his sunglasses. "Always a pleasure, Miss," he said to Mary, as he admired some family photos she had on display, before pocketing an antique Hummel figure.

"Wait..." said Mary, out of concern and annoyance. "I thought you said you were going to fuck me?"

"In due time," he said. "I'm not a school boy anymore. My refractory period is measured in hours these days." He gave her a smile as he placed his hand on top of Mary's, who fought the urge to pull it away. "Unless you might have some pills nearby?"

Mary didn't believe Harry had any pills available, but made a note to pick up some "for him" in the future. "Very well," said Mary. "I'll come by your place later tonight, after my husband is asleep. A deal's a deal." Brute's wide grin became enormously wide. "I'll bring out the good China for you," he joked.

As he eyed her breasts, Robin came in through the back door. "Sorry, Mom, I decided to sneak out to visit Bobby," she said, referencing the church boy she had been fucking. Mary and everyone looked on in confusion. "But if you were gone then..." Mary's voiced irked with annoyance. "Taylor!" she screamed, knowing full well that Brute had fucked the wrong twin who had been covering up for Robin's absence.

After scolding her two-month pregnant daughter, still glowing from her fresh fuck, Mary turned back to Brute. "I'll bring Robin with me too. Maybe some of your friends can help."

"It's a date," said Brute, as he scribbled down the address to his biker gang's clubhouse.