Dirty Movie

A choking sound turned their attention back to the vile screen. Still moving in and out of their mother's throat, the man's tightly wrapped testicles pounded her chin. The angle from which the camera recorded showed her throat, swelling and constricting as he forced the blowjob.

Without gagging, she deep-throated the man - this complete stranger. Anitra had done fellatio to completion to two of her boyfriends, while the more cautious Bri had resisted and though she had gone down on several boys, she had never allowed one to finish in her mouth. To Anitra, seeing her mother doing exactly what she did, elicited angry, irrational revulsion.

"It's like her body is out of sync," Ani observed. With her bound wrists attached to her ankles, their mother couldn't sit back properly.

"It's the blindfold. It keeps her off-balance," Bri coldly said.

Their mother leaned, seeming on the verge of toppling, but the man clutched her shoulders, steadying her. He used his erection, still plunging deep into her throat, as one might a pillory, holding her in place.

By then the girls were too afraid to look directly at each other. However, each, without thinking, placed her hands at her throat as if doing so might transmit their mother's obvious discomfort to her own body, a daughter taking a mother's place, an emotional gift to rearrange the receiver of an appalling intrusion.

A groan escaped their mom's throat and though she tried pulling away, the unfeeling man pushed harder as he came in her mouth. No one in the room spoke out against his rough handling of the tied woman. A moment later and after gagging loudly, she showed hostility shoving herself away, in the process, throwing up an unspeakable orange-red liquid onto the floor.

Her face turned to the camera; giving the girls their first clear look at the woman they thought they knew. By then, their mother's eyes streaked black tears and when she obviously could not stand it anymore, she vomited a second time. "Oh God!" Ani gasped in terror. She cried and the sisters clung to each other for strength.

The two standing women advanced, leaving the lone uninvolved man in the background. His immense penis, smothered in thick black hair, hung loosely between his legs.

The women stayed quiet, approached the kneeler and gently but comfortingly passed their hands over her tortured face and through her matted hair. One leaned down, offering a deep and affectionate kiss. It was freely accepted.

Using her tongue, the other girl licked their mother's face clean, then turned to her cohort, and kissed her, their tongues seeming to compete hungrily for the sperm. However, their actions were soft, feminine, and appeared meant to soothe the kneeler after her ordeal.

Neither woman showed emotion, acting as if it were little more than maid service, cleaning things up, post-vulgarity. "She's so willing..." Brianda whispered. Dazed, Anitra was unresponsive except to whisper, "It's an initiation."

The second man approached and holding his penis, he waved it at their mother, touching her face. She opened for him, sucking it deeply. Its heft filled her mouth but the man managed to stay soft and mercifully, if only for the moment, none of the violent choking experienced during the first blowjob, happened in the second.

The standing women moved, turning their attention to him. Each woman caressed his crotch, combing out the course hair with their fingers, running their nails over his tightly-bound testicles, palming them like fragile eggs.

The camera followed the women's eerily robotic attentions. Obviously skilled, the pair gently handled the vulnerable organs. His erection finally made its appearance and only a moment passed before his face contorted in pre-orgasmic pleasure.

"He's coming," Ani whispered. She turned to Bri; her eyes swollen with tears. Her sister tried to comfort her. "I'm turning it off," she notified.

But their mother's sudden and severe choking startled the girls; they could see she was fighting back her instinct to vomit yet again. As her mouth filled with semen, she tried to swallow.

"It's like she's only doing it to get it over with," Brianda abjectly said.

The second man's heavy breathing streamed through the sensitive speakers of the surround-sound, making the hair on the back of Ani's neck stand on end. Leaning forward and pulling himself from her throat to show the spurting ejaculate left at the tip of her tongue, he screeched, "FUCKING BITCH! SWALLOW!"

The lens zoomed to within inches of their mother's mouth, catching pearly white liquid coursing from the slit at his cock's pulsing tip. Eileen swallowed and continued sucking feverishly, as if missing a drop was a criminal act.

Seconds later, the deflating male backed away and Eileen submissively lowered her head. The camera, which had been focused on her lips, zoomed to the side of her throat, lingering there until the room fell silent. Then, with the mic catching every decibel, she gulped. The girls listened as the weighty sperm dropped to their mother's stomach.

She cleared her throat and wretched in what looked like an attempt to catch her breath. The man came forward a final time and touched the tip of his penis to her chin, using it like a paddle before dropping the remaining semen onto her extended tongue. "He's an arrogant shit and I hate him!" Ani snapped.

The girls heard a car pull into the driveway, its sound mercifully breaking the Hitchcockian spell in the living room. Glancing out the window, Ani shouted, "BRIANDA! FUCK! IT'S DAD! SHUT IT OFF!"

"FUCK!" the older girl raged, hitting the remote.

"Daddy!" she called, as their father burst into the kitchen. As a distraction and to cover their panic, they ran to hug him.

"So," their father remarked, looking around suspiciously. "I have both of my treasures!" He glanced beyond them to the living room.

Laughing nervously, Ani lied, "We came home for some real food, Dad. You didn't tell Mom, did you?"

Looking at Brianda, he answered calmly. "Of course not. You said don't tell - so I didn't tell. It's that simple."

"Um...we didn't expect to see you till later, Dad," Anitra remarked probingly.

"I caught some comp-time and headed home early. Should I assume you haven't been to Gramma's?"

"Ahhh, no," Anitra stuttered. Adam frowned. "We were just on our way, though." The cop snapped up her car keys and Ani grabbed them as she scooted past him to the door. As they backed out of the driveway, Ani reflected fearfully. "Think he knows?"

"Can't be sure, Nitra. He's a cop. Can't be sure."

Part II

Sitting in an unmarked car a few doors down the street, Adam Lindholm tapped his wife's business number into his phone.

"Vixens Employment Service, Marianne speaking. How may I direct your call?"

"Hi Marianne...is my wife around?"

"She is, Detective. I'll put you through."

Eileen's sultry voice came on the line. "Hey there, gorgeous. Oh, I'm glad you called. I need you to do a background check for me; you know, drug arrests, the works. I think I've found a new girl. She was window shopping at Felina's! Name's Wenda Paget. Isn't it an interesting name? Anyway, she's a student at..."

"Hold on, doll. There's trouble with the girls."

"The girls? Trouble? What kind of trouble? What's happened?" Eileen's voice seized up with a mother's nervousness.

"Listen. I'm parked down the block from your mom's. The girls are inside visiting." Silence streamed from the phone as Adam gave his wife a moment for the news to settle in.

"Sweet Jesus! They're home? Adam...THE DVD! It's in the...!"

"I know, hon. Everybody was wasted last night. Jason and Andrea forgot to take it home with the others. Brianda was already at the house when she called me about an hour ago. Ani was on her way. There was nothing I could do."

"My birthday!" Eileen interjected in panic. "They sneaked home to surprise me."

"Exactly. Listen to me. I insisted they visit your mother, then rushed here to Brooklyn as fast as I could." His wife's silence was deafening as she struggled to collect her thoughts.

"Adam. Did they find it? Don't lie to me!"

"The girls didn't say anything when I walked in. But they were jumpy and Ani's face was red. She'd been crying. They hurried out and after they left, I touched the T.V. and disc player. Eileen, both were warm. They found the disc. How much they saw, I can't be sure."

"Oh Adam, this is a horror story. How will we ever face them? I'm leaving for Brooklyn right now. Think of something...please!"

Part III

The girls spent the next two hours with their pleasantly-surprised grandmother. Though delighted, she said nothing about needing to see them and she was not sick. Upon returning home, their father's car was gone. The house was empty and the living room had been picked up. A note on the table read: 'Went to the mall – be right back.'

Anitra bit her nail as her sister wandered over to the disc player. Bri touched the power button. The girls anxiously watched as the tray ejected. It was empty.

End