Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 09

"It is a Sunday, and a holiday weekend. The companies are devoid of cars. I got one of the few cars the hotel had left."

As they exited the front lobby, many people were waiting for taxis to take them to their destination. The hotels limousine pulled up in front of Fred, and the liveried driver got out and opened the door for him.

He said, "Good morning, Mister Cuneo.

"Good morning, George, did you map out a pleasant tour for us?"

"Yes, Sir, just as you requested. 90 minutes of cruising around the city to see all the highlights. The bar's stocked with soft drinks and there are snacks in the well."

"Thank you very much, George. Now if I can wipe those looks of my nieces' faces and get them into the limousine, we can start."

Cindy said, "You told us you rented a beetle."

George responded, "The hotel calls this limousine 'The Beetle,' because it is limousine number two. Limousine number one is called 'The Aardvark.' We have a total of six limousines and they are all referred to by letter, instead of number."

Cindy looked at Fred and said, "You are never to be trusted."

"Cindy, have I ever lied to you? Have I ever said anything that I have not followed through on? I told you I rented the Beetle, and here it is."

"You said it was going to be a tight fit, and you knew it was going to be a limousine."

"The management said they were going to put aside the Beetle for me. I did not know it was a limousine, until we walked out the door."

Sandy and Danni looked at Fred and said, "If you were made out of wood, your nose would be 2 feet long."

He went over to them, and whispered in their ears, "If my nose was 2 feet long, I know exactly where I would put it."

Both girls laughed hysterically.

George said, "Mister Cuneo, our timeframe is getting tighter. We have to start immediately."

"Thank you, George; girls get into the car now."

As they pulled away from the curb, George opened the sunroof and raised the pedestal on the floor. He told the girls they could safely stand on it, and watch the sites as they went by. Four beautiful heads popped out of the top of the limousine, and Fred was left looking at four delectable asses. He knew what he wanted to do, but even if George raised the privacy window, the screams the girls would give out as his tongue reached their clits would be a dead giveaway. He sat back and dreamed of the nasty things he would love to be doing to these four beautiful women. He believed that these 90 minutes, were going to be the longest of his life.

When they returned to the penthouse, he was horny as hell. The housekeeping staff had been there, and had done a marvelous job. The smell of sex was gone, but he was in favor of returning it to the room immediately. He had to get himself under control. Sharon was doing here soon, and he had business to attend to with her.

Room service delivered the meal Fred had ordered for the two of them. The girls looked at the table and asked, "Where is ours?"

Fred said, "Junk food!"

Cheers rang out throughout the apartment.

Then there was a knock on the door, and four girls ran towards it.

Fred yelled, "Freeze."

They all looked at Fred, who was pointing back towards the living room area.

"Your mother is my guest, and I will let her in. You four behave yourselves."

He couldn't understand why he was nervous as he walked towards the front door, but he was. He opened it, and stared into the deepest green eyes he had ever seen. His mouth didn't open, until Sharon asked if she was at the right room.

"Sharon, you have to forgive me. You are stunning. Please come in."

Sharon's husband had not said anything nice to her in years. His gambling debts had turned him into a monster; both at work and at home. She spent her days and nights, at home, protecting herself and her children from him. She comes to a hotel to meet a man who has deflowered her four daughters, and has ordered her to get a divorce from her husband. Now he tells her she is stunning! She did not expect that kind of welcome. He could have called her any name in the book, but he tells her 'She is stunning!' What was this man truly after? Why hadn't her children come running to her as they always did? Why were they being so quiet? Did he have them drugged? Had he threatened them? She had to find out.

"Fred, do you have my children's feet and nailed to the ground?"

"No, Sharon, we have an agreement. They will act like young women, if they want to be treated like young women. Otherwise, I told them I would ask your permission to spank each one of them. Danni told me that they are over 18 years old, and I did not need your permission. I told her I felt obligated to ask you, anyhow. So far they are acting like demure young ladies, I kind of like it, don't you?"

"Yes, I like it. I am just not used to it."

"Would you like me to set them free, one at a time, or all at once?"

"They are my gang Fred, so could you let them go free, all at once, please?"

"Okay girls, you are free."

Four young women cheered and raced towards their mother. Sharon, spread out her arms and embraced all of them. There was one recurring theme during the initial conversation.

"Mom, why didn't you tell us sex was so much fun?"

Sharon groaned loudly, turned to Fred, and said, "What did you do to my little girls?"

"I turned them from little girls into sexually active young women."

"No, that is not all you did Fred. You taught them to love sex, just like I do. Now they are going to get married to some jerk, who can make them cum, just like I did, and they are going to ruin their lives forever."

Cindy said, "Mom, I thought you loved Dad?"

"I had four baby girls, where was I going to go? What was I going to do? He raped me when I was fifteen years old and my parents didn't believe me, when I became pregnant with you two. They disowned me. I had no choice but to marry him. It seemed I was not out of the hospital with you two, and I was already pregnant with the two of you. I guess four children in two years were enough for him, because he put me on birth control pills immediately. I never loved your father. I love the four of you. I would do and have done everything I could for you. How do you think we put away $200,000 for your college education? Your father didn't do it, I did. Every week I took something out of the food money. If he gave me money for clothes, I would buy something cheap, rather than something expensive, and put money aside for you. Everything was for the four of you. Every time a bank statement came in, I was the one that got it out of the mail. For sixteen years, he never knew the money was there, and then somehow he found a statement, and threw it in my face. He claimed I was saving it, so I could run away from him. I told him it was for your college education. He called me a liar. He beat the hell out of me and I showed him the college brochures for Sandy and Cindy. He still did not believe me. He withdrew all the money out of my account. I didn't even sign the paperwork, but he got it out, anyhow. Your lives were lost just like mine, because of that man. I did not have enough money left to buy a gun. I would have killed him, if I knew where he kept the money. Soon, men started showing up, demanding payment for money he owed. I told them where he worked, and his schedule. They found him, and they came up with this arrangement. I was horrified by it. I did not want the girls to do it, but the men scared them with the thought of their father walking around without hands, or a tongue. I would not have cared if they killed him, but I was not allowed to say or do anything. So here we are today, and I have four lovely daughters, who are now just like me; horny as hell, and looking to get laid by the next man who crosses their path."

Fred said, "Sharon, I have a question for you, between Sandy and Cindy, which one is the stronger mentally; not smarter, stronger."

"It's very simple, Fred. Cindy is the stronger of the two."

"What would you say if I told you that you were wrong?"

"First, I would tell you that I have known these girls since the moment of conception. You have only known them for a full day. Second, I would tell you that I have taught them everything they know about the world around them. You have only taught them about sex. There is no comparison."

"Sharon, your facts are true, however, the outcome is false. What you taught these girls is what you have feared since their moment of their conception. They didn't know about love, because you didn't know about love. I taught them that in less than a day. As Sandy has said time and time again, the people I work for could have put them on the streets to work as hookers, or made them into high-priced call girls. Somehow, through the grace of God, they got me instead. I know that sounds presumptuous. I am in the mess I am in because of my parents. I have to serve eighteen more years before I am set free. I have to do what they tell me to do, or I am dead. It is just that simple. They told me to fuck these four girls, so I did. If they told me to rape these four girls I would have. If they told me to kill these four girls I would have. I have no choice. They own me, because they own my father, my mother, my sister, and their business. In eighteen years, everything will be paid for, and everything reverts back to us. I will have paid with thirty-five years of my life for that privilege.

I know people, I know how they tick. I know how they think, and I know how they react. You think Sandy is weaker than Cindy. You are wrong. Sandy has an inner strength that is like the steel that holds up buildings. Even under the worst of circumstances, she will hold a family together. She will hold a business together; she will hold a community together. She has no weaknesses. She is extremely smart.

When I spoke with Cindy, I told her that she will marry very well, and she will divorce the bastard and take half of everything he has, including his business, which she will run with an iron hand. She plays 'stupid' very well. She is anything but stupid. She is waiting to be pushed. Something or someone will take her interest, and she will move heaven and earth to get to where she wants to go. I will be around to see it when it happens. I will be around to see all of you get married, and have your own children. I will be around you for very long time."

"Sandy, call security, I want four agents up here now and for the next four to six hours."

Sharon asked, "Why do we need security agents?"

"I am sending the children out to play children's games and to get junk food. You and I are going to stay here to play adult games."

Danni yelled, "You said we could stay."

"I am a man. I'm allowed to change my mind."

"That's wrong. That's something a woman is supposed to say."

"That, young lady, is a sexist attitude. Everyone is supposed to be treated equally, and I demand that right for your mother and me. If you have to go to the bathroom, do it now."

"We are not children; you do not have to tell us to do that."

Fred said, "Well, do you have to go or not?"

"Yes."

"Why are you standing there?"

"I want to get spanked, first."

Fred looked at Sharon, and asked, "The four of them have been asking for it, but I need your permission."

Sharon asked, "Which two do you want?"

Fred grinned and said, "BOTTOMS UP!"

The four girls screamed and split up.

Sharon ran after one group; and Fred after the other.

Over the next fifteen minutes, four young women learned that teasing adults about spankings led to real spankings, and real spankings turned pink cheeks to red cheeks that hurt when sitting down.

When the fun and games were over, the girls were given to the security agents, with the appropriate warnings, a goodly amount of cash to spend, and a 6 PM curfew. Dinner would be served at 6: 10 PM. Death would occur to anyone, not seated at the table and appropriately washed, and dressed at that time.

Fred locked the door to the penthouse. He turned to see Sharon unbuttoning her blouse, and looking at him.

She asked, "What are you waiting for; you said you wanted to get laid."

"Sharon, what would you say if I changed my mind, and said I wanted to make love with you instead?"

"I would say you are lying through your teeth, Fred."

"In that case, would you stop undressing so we can talk for a while?"

"What's the matter Fred, my girls wipe you out?"

"I don't think so, but I have things I want to talk to you about, and the sex can come later, if at all."

They sat in the living room talking about the two days he was with the girls. He did not talk about how much sex he had with them, he talked about them. He told her how they handled their fears, how they coped by being together, and how they used each other's strengths to multiply their own. He told Sharon how impressed he was with Sandy. He told her how, with the right education, training, and meeting the right people, she foresaw a future for her, which was unlimited.

He reiterated Cindy was bright, but lazy. Business was going to be her field, and she would enter it to spite a cheating husband.

He placed his hands on hers, and started talking about Danni. He said, "Sharon, you have to go easy on Danni. She is going to grow in bursts. She could get all 'D's this year and all A's next year. She may never finish college, but I have a feeling she is going to do great things. She has a great head on her shoulders. You have to let her grow at her own rate. Remember, people like Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg didn't finish college, either, and they are doing quite well for themselves.

Debbie is the wildcard. She is immature for her age. She is a sixteen-year-old girl in the eighteen-year-old body. She needs extra care and guidance, until her maturity level catches up with her age. She is like Cindy in school, but Cindy has already matured. She is very precocious about sex. When you asked me what did I do to your babies? She is the only little girl that needs your attention in that area. If I am allowed to be there, I will help her. If not, and you are too busy to help her, I will get her professional help. I do not mean a psychiatrist, because she is not crazy, she just needs a little guidance in the right direction."

"You know this about my babies after one day. Who are you 'Kreskin, the magnificent?' "Are you a mind reader, a psychiatrist?"

"I am a guy who is owned by the mob. I am a trained observer. I know how to read people. I know their strong points and their weak points. I know how to push their buttons. If I live eighteen more years, without getting caught, I am a free man. If I get caught, and I go to prison; if I do not say a word about who I work for, and what I did for them, when I get out of prison, and if I reach fifty years old, I am still a free man. Fifty is my magic number."

"What do you want with us?"

"Before I met you, I was only thinking of the girls, and the possibility of their children. I was going to make arrangements for a house big enough for them and the babies to grow up in. It was going to be close enough to a college, so the girls could attend school. I was going to have a lawyer set up nannies for the babies and an adult to make sure that the girls did not run amok, while they were home. I wanted adult supervision for them to make sure they raised the babies correctly. I wanted them to continue to be raised correctly. Then one of the girls mentioned you, because you didn't cause this problem. I told them you solved one of the problems I was having about adult supervision. Then this afternoon, I looked into your eyes, and something happened. I wanted something more than I ever wanted in my life. The problem is I can't have it for eighteen more years. I can nibble at it. I can see it every now and again, but I cannot have it all the time, until my fiftieth birthday.

"Are you for real, Fred? Do you really expect me to believe that you fell in love with me, when you saw me? Or are you just balanced on such a fine edge that you need something right now, to satisfy some yearning you have."

"Sharon, you know who I work for. If I wanted a $5000 a night hooker for free, I could get one. If I wanted a new car every week, I could get one. What I do for them is important to them. They are very generous with me. They are very protective of me, and I am very protective of them."

"So where do we go from here, Fred?"

"We can go for a walk; we can go find the kids; we can have coffee; we can talk about our future; or we can watch television. The choice is yours."

"You left one out, didn't you?"

"You did not seem to think I was being honest, so I purposely left it off the list."

"I have only been with one man my entire life, and I have hated him, that long. The sex with him is fantastic, and he always satisfies me. How would I know the difference between making love and having gratifying sex?"

"I can only talk from a man's point of view. I have had sex thousands of times, with hundreds of beautiful women, and it has meant nothing to me. I have never had a fiancé. I have never had a steady girlfriend. When I had great sex, it did nothing for me, except relieve a physical need. Yesterday, I met two young girls. I had never met them before, but I talked with them, and found their circumstances were quite similar to mine, when I was their age. I felt terrible about what I was going to do to them. There was fear in their eyes, and Cindy was close to crying. I could not hurt them. There was nothing in my being that would allow me to do that to them. After listening to their story I told them I was going to make this as pleasant an experience for them, as was humanly possible. I told them I was going to make love to them, and I did. I poured my heart and my soul into everything I did with each of your children. In doing that, for the first time in my life I felt love. I think that is how you find the difference, Sharon. When you give everything you have to someone else, you are the beneficiary."

"Show me, Fred show me how to make love."

He reached for her and pulled her up into his arms. "I was hoping your daughter's looked like you, and not your husband. I am happy to report your daughters have 99.99% of your genetic make-up, and I am thrilled about that. Let's make love like teenagers Sharon. Let's make love like it is the first time for both of us. Your children are my children for the rest of our lives. I think I fell in love with you while talking to them."

He kissed her, and waited for her to react, before he increased the pressure on her lips. He did not want to push her too fast, and he did not want to keep her waiting too long. Finally, he said, "If I overthink this I cannot give her everything I am." He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and he heard a peel of laughter. He smacked her on her rump and asked, "Are you laughing at me? Are you laughing at...ME? NO ONE laughs at ME. I spank all little girls who LAUGH AT ME. He bounced her onto the bed, jumped down beside her, and started to undress her. Loving her was going to be fun, and he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he was. As her flesh became exposed, he started kissing and licking it. Most of all, he was looking for her to react to her ticklish spots. As he found them, he committed all them to memory, for future use.

The future, in this case, was not too far away.

When he finished unbuttoning her blouse, instead of removing it, he lowered her sleeves to a point just above her elbows, trapping her arms along her sides. She was wearing a strapless bra. He reached behind her, unsnapped it, and put one of the cups on top of his head.

Sharon laughed at him, until his mouth descended on her nipple, and he began to suckle on it. She moaned, and went to grab his head, and hold him to her. This is when she realized that he had her arms trapped.