Together Ssn 05 Ch. 12 - Reclaim Your Own

***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***

In the time Mia Milosevic, 18, has been away from home, she didn't consider coming back. Standing in the space that was her bedroom for so many years, she is overcome by memories: feelings of being strangled and choked by fear of her Dad beating on her, the screenlight of her computer monitor burning into her eyes her college course, playing music loudly into her ears as she slumps on her single-bed; her life has been so different since. Instead of being lonely, she has become less inward, being present in the presence of her friends, enjoying pleasant company, and even working, seeming like play.

Mia allows tears to pour down her cheeks, crying here alone in this otherwise empty house she once called a home. The tears are warm, making the teen realise a sense that she isn't the same girl who would idly sit for hours locked up in her room, after keeping her dad fed and the house tidied, enough, at least. Through the teen's tears, her hand closes over her mouth, convulsing and bursting laughter as she cries. Finally, her pain is over. It is done. I won't have to suffer any more.

Bang, bang, bang! The young teen's blood becomes cold as ice, and she falls silent. She creeps out of her room, down the stairs, peering through the patterned glass of the front door, seeing the distorted shapes of two people, hearing the chatter of a familiar voice. She opens the door, shocked to see a familiar face, "Mom?"

The woman, appearing quite young and beautiful to the teen, remarks, "Oh, good! Someone is in. At least we don't have to break the lock, or call a locksmith, since my key doesn't work."

The young teen stares in stunned silence at the appearance of her mother with a strange man, tall and handsome, mouth agape as she struggles to voice any words.

Mia's mother asks, "Well, Ludmila, are you going to let us in, or what?"

Mia's nose wrinkles a little, and her lip curls, as she answers coldly, "I never liked that name. If you're staying, it's Mia, or, you can fuck off."

The mother seems disappointed as she remarks, "You sound just like him."

Realising that she does have a temper, Mia remorsefully recoils, "Fuck... I'm so sorry, Mom. I... Can we start over?"

Mia's mother smiles softly, replying, "Certainly, Mia. Can we come in?"

The teen says, "Sure," turning to trundle into the living room to slump on the sofa.

The girls' mother follows, sitting at her side, and the man sitting in pride of place in the armchair Mia's dad would sit in, as she lets him know, "He would have a word to say about you sitting there," asking, "Who the fuck are you, anyway?"

The handsome man responds, "Such a foul mouth. Unbecoming of you," asking the girl's mother, "Aniya, did you always let her speak so freely?"

Mia's mother replies, "When I left, she was too young to cuss," introducing to her daughter, "This is my husband, Owen Lightbody."

Mia scoffs, disgustedly enquiring, "You remarried? Ugh."

Aniya explains, "I wasn't happy with your dad, so I did what was best for me."

Mia angrily cries, "You left me. What about me? Why did you leave me to be his fucking slave? To be... abused?"

Aniya looks surprised at her daughter, answering as best she can, "I wanted to bring you with me, but Owen didn't want to put up with a kid, so, I had to choose."

Mia snarls, "So, you left me with him."

Aniya defends herself, "Your dad wasn't a bad father, at least when I was there. Maybe you were too young to remember, or forgot, but he was good with you. I left thinking that you would be well-kept and looked after. I didn't know what you have been through."

Mia screams, "What I've been through? What I've been through... is hell. Degraded. Assaulted. He didn't treat me like a daughter. He treated me like a... like a... aaaagh, I don't know. It was fucking horrible."

Aniya looks uncomfortable, not knowing if she should reach out for a hug or not, but she says in response, "He wasn't like that. Tibor was a sweet man when I knew him. He was very romantic, and thoughtful. He wasn't much to speak of in the bedroom, but I loved him anyway, it's just... He... was grinded down by work, and life, just getting on top of him, and, he struggled with that. I suppose I didn't help when I left him, but I felt so special with Owen, doing things that made me feel so young again. I couldn't resist, I'm sorry but, believe me, whatever happened with your dad, he loved you, in his way."

Mia shakily asks, "Did he drink?"

Aniya struggles to recall, replying, "He only did on special occasions."

Mia can only remember him drinking, cheap and plentiful, into a perpetual stupor. The teen reflects on her dad, thinking aloud, "Was it his fault?" She sees her mom reach a hand to her, and she recoils, snapping at her, "He always called you a whore for fucking off with him, making me hate you. You abandoned me... Why are you here?"

Aniya states, "It's my house. While your dad is away in prison, it's my name on the deeds along with his, so this is mine. I own it," enquiring, "Are you living here?"

Mia quickly says, "No... I'm living with a friend... It's been tough recently, going through what I have."

Aniya tells her daughter, "It's been nice seeing you, but, if you'd like to go back to your friends, we have work to do here."

Mia gets up, hastening to express, "No argument from me. I suppose you'll be busy cleaning out, and moving back in. Hey!," feeling Owen's hands exploring her body as she becomes desperately aware of his closeness, feeling his hands around her neck, making her uncomfortable, as if a snake is coiling around it, as she groans, "Fuck... off, freak... I'm her... daughter, ugh..."

Aniya sits politely, with her hands in her lap, playing with her fingers, not batting an eye as she allows her husband to have his way, as he silkily speaks into the daughter's ear, "Ludmila, is it?"

The young teen defiantly corrects him, "It's Mia," huffing hard breaths as his hands crawl over her skin under her clothes, making her skin crawl beneath the surface, repulsed by the surprise intrusion.

Owen speaks as if to Aniya, but into Mia's ear, "I think it would be nice to get acquainted with her. She hasn't kept herself as well as you," as the teen's eyes scan the skinny figure of her mother, sitting so elegantly on the sofa, "but, if she's anything like her mother, that won't matter to me."

Mia sees a lack of response from her mother, physically or emotionally, asking, "Mom?"

Aniya advises, "It's better not to resist."

Owen taunts, "That's right. Listen to your mother, Ludmila."

Mia stares disgustedly at her mother, disagreeing with her, "You're my Mom. You'd really let your husband have me?"

Aniya looks at her daughter, almost blankly, as she answers, "Yes, of course; if it pleases him."

Mia enquires, "And, if it doesn't?"

Aniya goes quiet for a moment, as Owen's hands feel a little rougher and tighter to the teen's skin, and the mother tentatively tells, "Failure... has it's rewards..."

Mia tries to shake off Owen's hands, echoing, "Rewards?"

Owen breathes heavily into the teen's ear, the resonance tingling within, "I will have my way... Mine... as I see fit," clutching at the teen's neck, and one of her wrists with a firm squeeze, just briefly.

Mia understands her position now. Another controlling manipulator has come into her life. Is this what has kept me and my mother apart all these years? It looks like we're going to be closer than ever now... Unless...

The teen boldly turns on-the-spot, confidently kissing the handsome man on the lips; a gesture returned with licks of his tongue on her lips. She pulls her head away, wearing a cheeky smile as Owen asks, "You do want me then?"

Mia informs him, "I'll have you know that I am usually paid for my services."

Owen stares deeply into the teen's unwavering eyes, suggesting, "Maybe we should have a concession then? Since we share family."

Mia firmly states, "I already have a dad."

Owen agrees, "You are not mine."

Mia adds, "Just so we're clear."

Owen agrees again, "Crystal."

The young teen reaches around for the handsome man's wrists, taking them in hand, proposing, "Let me take you to Da- to your bedroom," leading him from the living room, and upstairs to the untidy sheets piled on top of the queen-size bed.

Aniya follows, and Owen orders her to, "Take a seat in the corner," pointing out the chair in the corner of the room facing the bed. The wife does as she is told, sitting tall with her hands in her lap, quietly looking out at the room.

Mia is anxiously aware of her mother being in here with her whilst she begins to strip off, particularly with those wandering eyes finding her entirety. The teen becomes reluctant to take off her shirt, unnerved by Aniya's presence, taking a deep breath as the teen stares into the expectant eyes of the handsome man across from her, emboldening her to continue.

Owen follows suit, stripping himself off along with the teen, revealing to her his body, washboard and smooth, with tight skin, athletic in appearance rather than muscular and strong. He notices the teen almost licking her lips, and he stare dreamily distant.

Mia does feel herself wanting this man, trying to focus on him as much as she can as he unveils his genitals from his underwear to a raised brow from the young teen. She feels herself hypnotically drawn in.

Owen climbs onto bed with the teen, commenting, "So many curves, and so full; do your clients usually like this?"

Mia thinks about her streams at Cummings' Cams, remembering the outpouring of supportive comments and commanding tips, and she broadly smiles, almost laughing as she replies, "Oh, yes. Many love my body."

Believing the young teen, Owen says, "Really? Well, I suppose your figure is flatteringly full, and not overly bulging; not unseemly or particularly unsightly. I... do find you appealing."

Mia reaches a hand to the handsome man, beckoning, "It's just you and me."

Owen lunges forward, clutching the teen's legs, surprising her with a wail as she is pulled to him, falling onto her back as her backside is dragged unceremoniously toward his crotch. He holds her legs over his shoulders, reaching under one to stroke his cock to promote it's fullness, flopping the head against the teen's cushioned clit before forcing it inside her hairy pussy.

Despite her playfulness, Mia isn't quite in the mood, but, even so, her meat moistens to ease the erect flesh inside. Staring at the ceiling, she can hardly see the handsome man, imagining how this must look, enticing her arousal to surface more readily.

Owen looks down upon the jiggling belly, grabbing at it with clawed hands, attempting to still the motions to no avail, given the force of his thrusts piledriving into her. He hears her laboured breaths loudly, commenting, "Out of breath already? We've hardly started." He pulls out of the teen, diving down to suckle on her nipples, complimenting her, "These are much bigger than hers, Ludmila," reminding her of her mother sitting a few feet away, blood rushing hotter at being called by her birth name.

From the corner, the rustling of fabric can be faintly heard, disturbing the handsome man as he looks around to his wife, seeing her hands rubbing restlessly into her crotch, hearing her breath become heavy, prompting the husband to command, "Sit on your hands."

Aniya immediately tucks her hands underneath her legs, rubbing her knees together at the sight of her husband laying atop her daughter's astride legs as she lays on her back beneath him. The mature woman immaturely whines as she watches her husband feast on her daughter's young breasts.

Owen sits up, raising his voice to demand irritantly, "Be silent! Be still," to his wife, laying down on his back, inviting the young teen, "Ludmila, if you would be so kind?"

Mia sits up, gingerly edging along the bed as she stares rigidly at her mother, as she sits in the corner so rigidly, watching back with want in her eyes clear as the blue sky. The teen is unnerved by her mother's attention, looking down on the handsome man as she lays down, facing away from her mother.

Owen politely makes the teen aware, "Oh, but your mom can't see like this. How about you sit nicely between my legs, and bend down like a good girl, Ludmila?"

Mia knows this man's intent is to make her uncomfortable by having her mother here, but she's more concerned that her mother is unfazed by how unnatural this is, so as she sits as Owen requested, she can't help but look into the corner as she nurses his cock with her fist and her tongue, cradling the head with her lips.

Owen lays back, relaxing as he enjoys the long licks up his length, the cradling of the teen's lips back down, the fist squeezing to stroke so naturally, the tongue teasing the exposed flesh above the retracted foreskin, and the suppleness of her lips forming around the tip, hugging the cock down, and back up to the top. The play is gentle; not too firm, and not too fast, also not achingly slow. He cranes his head up to see the teen's idle stare into the corner, commanding her to, "Come ride me."

Mia has never been more nervous than in this moment, remembering that she has been in other embarrassing situations, so she should just do as he says. It's not entirely unreasonable, being virtual strangers. The young teen straddles the handsome man astride his cock, reaching between her legs to hold it steady, staring back into the corner as she sits her pussy down around the cock, seeing her mother shuddering as she struggles to sit still. The teen rolls her body back and forth, sliding her mother's husband's cock into her pussy, blushing hard as she does so, obviously red around her head and neck.

Owen enjoys the teen's vigour, looking around at his wife, seeing how she is trying so hard for him to sit still against every fibre of her being, teasing, "Look at you, enjoying me with another woman. I wonder if you even care who this woman is? She is actually pretty good for one so young." He orders the teen, "Get off," which she does, scuttling back away from him as he sits up, pulling her back to lay down before him again, thrusting his cock into her pussy, turning to his wife to invite her, "Come join her. Hold her in your arms."

Mia lays on the bed, being pounded in her pussy by this man, making her nerves turn to jelly befitting the jiggling of her body, unable to resist as her mother approaches, protesting with breathy snaps, "Mom, no... Get away... Don't... Mom," having her head picked up by her mother as she lays beside her, cradling the teen's head in her breasts and the smoothness of her dress, muffling her moaning as the mother strokes the teen's hair.

The mother quakes as she politely begs to be permissed, "May I? Please, may I? I want it so much. I can't take it any more. Please, please, please, may I?"

The husband stares at the teen hugged in his wife's breasts, and he permits her, "If you must."

As Aniya hugs the teen with one arm firmly around her neck, she reaches down with her other to tease up her dress, shifting aside the seat of her knickers to stroke her shaven pussy, so wet, so tender, to sweet relief. Shakily, she utters, "Mom just needs a moment to... Oh, yeah... Just a... moment," rubbing her clit wildly fast, hugging her daughter frighteningly tightly to her chest as she hurries herself to finish, announcing, "I'm gonna... cum... Can I?"

Owen graciously answers, "Of course. Show Ludmila what her mother needs."

Aniya breathlessly yells, "Yeah... yeah... yeah-eh-eh-eh-ah-ah-ah-ah-agh... oooh-yes! fu- ha," holding Mia's hair in both hands as she sits down to see her stunned face staring back, telling her, "It's okay... It's okay... Don't worry... Oh, don't worry... It's okay... It's so good..."

Mia is holding back her own orgasm, not wanting to appear so vulnerable to her mother, even amidst all this, but hearing her mother's words relax her, and release...

Owen fucks faster as he taunts, "Ludmila is coming so hard; for me or her mother?"

Mia flushes out her pussy with great force, soaking the bed, unable to make a sound as she stares at her mother's face in disbelief. She gulps, desperate to drink something for her dry throat, feeling sticky as she tries to say something, but can't. She feels ever-so-sensitive as her mother's husband presses back inside her pussy, grimacing as she glares into her mom's eyes.

Feeling motherly for the first time in a long time, Aniya lays down her daughter, stroking her hair to comfort her, "Oh, you poor thing. It'll be over soon. Just a little longer. You are doing so well. Just try to relax. You can do it. You are doing it. Not long now. Just a little more."

Owen groans loudly as he fills up the teen's pussy, with it leaking out thickly when he pulls out, which Aniya scoops up with her fingers for a taste, digging back for more cum to feed to her daughter, gratefully received to ease the teen's thirst a little. Owen dismounts the bed to search his jeans for his wallet, pulling out a handful of bills, showering the bed with them.

Mia looks in awe at the floating bills, noting they are all twenties, panting, "Enjoyed yourself then?"

As Owen gets himself dressed, he says, "I'm not unreasonable. I see this as sufficient worth for our time. You are a prostitute after all, right?"

Mia stares with a stunned smile at the settled notes on the bed, replying, "Uh, yeah... It's just..."

As the teen turns to her mother, Aniya interrupts to say, "It's okay. You don't have to explain yourself to me. You are young, and free, and have needs. I get it. Now, if you need me for anything, you can find me here."

Mia hurries to dress, and collects her money, saying to the couple, "Uh, thanks."

Owen asks, "If I required your services, how do I get in touch? Is it through an agency, or?"

Mia quickly answers, "Let Mom know, and I will arrange something through her."

Aniya makes her daughter aware, "I need your number, in case I need you."

Mia says, "Right, of course. Give me your phone." The teen watches as Aniya finds her phone from a clutch on the corner chair, unlocking it and handing it over for the teen to add her contact details. She briefly calls her own phone to get her mother's number, handing her mother's phone back to her. The teen gets out her own phone from her jeans pocket, seeing her own missed call, along with numerous others from her best friend, Daisy, realising her phone has been set to, 'do not disturb,' then hearing the front door knock frantically and loud. Mia rushes downstairs to open the front door.

Worriedly hurrying to greet her friend as the front door swings open, Daisy May, 24, hastens to enquire, "Are you alright? I've been calling all morning. I've been worried sick. Especially with recent events. I know you probably wanted some time on your own, but I didn't want to think about something happening to you, and... Who are they?," asking about the strange man and woman coming down behind the young teen.

Mia replies, "This is Mom, Aniya; and her husband, Owen."

Aniya politely greets her daughter's friend, "Hi."

Daisy quickly snaps at the strange woman, "You think you can just come back into Mia's life like everything is okay? No. Just, no. I have been there everyday for Mia for the last six years since we met. She has bared her soul to me, on more than one occasion. I have comforted and consoled her in her times of need. I've even taken her into my home when she had nowhere else to go. I've been more of a mother to her these years than you've ever been."

Aniya immediately answers, "I know what I've done. I don't expect anything from Mia going forward, for your information, but, I promise to be here if she chooses to let me back into her life. She's all yours, Miss?"