Do what Dick says
From Create Your Own Story
You grab her cell and waddle upstairs to the bathroom with your pants around your ankles.
"What do you want me to do?" you ask, puzzled.
"Grab his toothbrush and put it in your pussy."
"What? Are you nuts? I don't want that piece of shit tasting my pussy!" You had to admit, you kind of get a thrill calling him that. You're just glad that you remembered Dick's request.
"Do it. I'll tell you why tonight."
He goes silent and you fidget with the brush.
"Trust me. I got a good reason. Besides, picture his face as he is forced to brush with the cum made for me."
You grab the brush and push it gently up your cunt, feeling the scraping and scratching of the bristles. Pulling it back out, you examine it, coated with the secretions from Jessica's pussy.
"So what? Just put it back to dry?" you ask.
"Yup... So how did it feel up there?"
"It hurt. Remind me never to fuck a toothbrush."
He laughs and then, finding his laugh infectious, you join him.
"Now, go into his bedroom and clean up your cunt with the shit stain's pillow case. I want his face lying in the cum you made for me."
"You are sooooo bad." You giggle.
"You like it though... Right?"
"God, help me, I do."
Ripping Brandon's pillowcase off of his pillow, you carefully -- and fully -- wipe up your snatch and then replaced it on his pillow. You remind him one more time that he should think about giving the phone back since you and Vincent pay for it and you both hang up.
Around five, Brandon staggers in, with his right eye swollen shut. Your present! You can't help yourself as you feel Jessica's pussy gush.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, it's my problem, remember? Not yours or Dad's or the Principle's," he spits at you.
"You got that right, mister. And I better not hear you spout one bad thing about Richard, either...to anyone," you smile, in an almost sinister way.
"How do you know his..."
"His name? I just do. Come here and let me see that."
Timidly he walks over to you... afraid. You place a finger gently on his swelling eye socket and then quickly push. He screams in agony.
"Oh don't be such a whiny little piece of shit, I was just checking for permanent damage and there is none. Now go to your room and stay in there tonight, no dinner tonight since you provoked him when I specifically told you not to."
"No, mom!"
"Yes, and you can stop the sniveling too."
He runs upstairs and slams the door as you pull out your cell phone and dial a number.
"Hello, Dick."
"You like my present?" he asks.
"Yeah, I do."
"What happened, is he going to report me again?"
"Nope," you reassure him, "I sent him to bed without dinner for provoking you and told him not to say anything bad about you to anyone, or else."
"Really?" he replies in shock.
"Really." You pause. "So how did the toothbrush come into it all?"
"Oh, yeah, I told him to keep his mouth away from my girlfriend's pussy or I'd hurt him even worse."
"Oh my God, really?" you laugh. "That's actually pretty funny."
"Yeah, I thought so. Now, when he brushes his teeth tonight, I have the right to bust him again."
"Yeah, I guess you would, that is, if I was your girlfriend."
"Oh, you have been since the alleyway. You just haven't accepted it yet," he states firmly.
"Well, okay." You pause for a second, weighing your options. "I guess if I'm going to be your girlfriend, you should hold on to that phone, instead of giving it back -- you will probably need to be able to get a hold of me."
You end the call with a push of a button and realize that you now have some sexual steam to release...
However, you need to make sure that the piece of shit remembers to brush his teeth.
Do you:
| You are possessing: |
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| Young-Looking, Pretty Mother |
