It was finally time, they had been sitting there waiting for the last few years. Gabby wasn’t exactly sure what she was wait for, the inertia of her lack of action was totally alien to Gabby as she was always organised, always on top of jobs – the reason didn’t exactly take a Criminal Psychologist with a PhD to work out that sorting out her mother’s final personal belongings wasn’t going to be fun, it would finally mean her mother was out of her day-to-day life.
It was finally time, they had been sitting there waiting for the last few years. Gabby wasn’t exactly sure what she was wait for, the inertia of her lack of action was totally alien to Gabby as she was always organised, always on top of jobs – the reason didn’t exactly take a Criminal Psychologist with a PhD to work out that sorting out her mother’s final personal belongings wasn’t going to be fun, it would finally mean her mother was out of her day-to-day life.
She missed her, it had been two years, 256 days and after looking at her watch 2 hours and 26 minutes since Gabby had said her good byes in the hospital - Gabby was too young to lose a parent and resented it. Deep down she was annoyed when Mother’s Day came along and would walk into her local supermarket and see an entire aisle of flowers, plants, cards and other paraphernalia which made her shout expletives in her head ‘WHAT ABOUT ME, I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING MOTHER’, it was unfair and at 20 she had lots of years of repeating the hurt.
Her life had been put on hold since she died and unsurprisingly looking after herself was put right to the back, fun, going out, boyfriends, girlfriends all ceased to look after her brother and her father - but now it was her turn, it was her turn to get a life. She was due to go to University in a couple of weeks and had time to prepare her head that it was really time for her.
She was excited, scared as hell but excited - everyone else would be younger and after the lose of a parent you grow up quick smart and have a more cynical approach to life. Would she fit in, would she make friends, would she be able to discover herself or was that just cliche bull shit. She hoped that she would be able to spread her wings and experience even a little bit of the amazing life she saw her friend living over ‘gram’ and tiktok.
She had had a boyfriend, he was great but she had to end it after her father fell apart and she needed to look after him, Donnie was great, kind, gentle and they even had sex before her life fell apart – she missed the intimacy and missed the touches and the feelings of longing when they fooled around in her bedroom. Paul was as inexperienced as she was but that was two years ago and so her heart lifted just a little when she thought about what see might experience.
She looked at the boxes in the cupboard, there were three of them - clothes, pictures, bits and pieces and some paperwork. She pulled them out and sighed as she slid one closer to her and lifted the dusty lid - her heart sank as Gabby saw a smiling picture of her Mum with her arms around her and her brother at a BBQ they had about five years ago. She shut the box and tried to block out the pain but she knew that she had to get this done.
After breaking through the pain she got two boxes sorted with three piles, stuff to donate, stuff to check if anyone wanted it and then there was a pile of diaries that her mother must have written years ago. She left them alone and put the other bits aside to check with her dad and her brother and sat back satisfied but emotionally and physically exhausted.
She slumped back in her chair and tried to control all the memories that came crashing back, she know that sitting there wouldn’t help her so she went to make her self a cup of tea. As she stood up she mindlessly picked up one of the diaries and took casually opened to a random page as she walked into the kitchen.
“Saturday 23rd March 1995, ‘god I am knackered, it was a hell of a night - can’t remember a massive amount but I ache in places I shouldn’t and I have some strange bruises on my arse. I do remember having an amazing time and loved seeing Pete and Doug again - Pete is cute as hell and I really want to suck his cock’. Gabby looked away from the diary and was shocked to say the least – she did the maths in her head and worked out that this was her 15 year old mother talking and that just made the shock even worse ‘this can’t be right’ she said to herself.
‘I did have too much to drink but after we went to the club and Emma and I had flirted our way into the club it was rude not to accept the drinks from the boys’ that must have been Aunty Emma she was talking about. ‘Emma has sucked tongues with some loser and left with with Paul and Doug who spent most of the night plying me with drinks and flirting like crazy - it was kind of fun to have two boys trying to get in my panties at the same time and it felt good’
Gabby quickly made the tea and went back to the diary, ‘Emma was dancing with this guy on the other side of the club and so the three of us decided to get another drink and head to a table near the rear - while waiting to be served at the bar Doug rubbed himself against me and pushed me up against the bar, he apologised as it was busy but it felt like he was taking advantage and I suppose I didn’t mind as his stiff cock felt amazing against my arse. Paul saw what was happening and pushed past a drunk bloke next to me and managed to squeeze in next to me.’
‘Doug was obvious to the bar man as he was using his hand to feel my arse and legs as Paul got the attention of the bar man to order our drinks - all the while he had managed to cup my breast over my dress. I was a little shocked but didn’t push him away as I was getting a little aroused and they were getting me drinks. He got more confident and circled around my nipples as they hardened and poked through the thin material. I moaned a little and pushed back into the cock behind me and closed my eyes as the beat of the music and heat from my pussy started to take control.’
“Bloody hell - what a slut” Gabby was sitting and transfixed on the diary as she read her mother’s own words and she was confused as hell as she was shocked at how brazen her mother was and how easily she let two men molester her in public for the price of some drinks. She wanted to put the diary down but her own emotions were taken over and she had to carry on.
‘We got our drinks and while Paul paid he had managed to grab both of my tits and even twisted my nipples through the dress while Doug had started humping me quick and hard and I am sure he would have shot his load if my vodka and Diet Coke had turned up. I was turned on and had a great buzz as we walked to a circular booth with more than enough room for us three. Doug led the way and sat down and beckoned for me to follow as Paul put his hand on my arse as I manoeuvred my way around.’
‘We settled and chatted and drank and had a good laugh, the conversation got sexy and I am not sure when it happened but I had two hands rubbing my legs before I had taken the first sip of my drink. Their touch was gentle and they took their time moving slowly upwards. I was in a hedonistic trance by now and even parted my legs a little to egg them on ever higher towards my sex.’
‘I think it was Paul who touched my panties first and although he withdrew expecting me to protest Doug’s hand replaced his and gently stroked my moistening pussy from top to bottom and even though we were talking normally I did have to close my eyes as the pleasure mounted and my ardour increased. Paul didn’t fight over my pussy and instead went back to playing with my very pointy and hard nipples.’
‘I slumped a little as I spread my legs wider and Doug slipped his fingers underneath my soaking panties and slipped his finger directly over my lips, I moaned as my tits were twisted and squeezed - this was amazing and I wanted more. I dropped my hands down to the tents in their trousers and started to rub their turgid cocks and this promoted them to rub and twist harder. I let out a loud moan as Doug inserted his fingers inside of my wet pussy and started to finger bang me in public. Paul had got his hands underneath my dress and was sucking my tits hard. My breathing was deep and moans got loader as I intensified my rubbing of their cocks and I closed my eyes as the pleasure overtook me.’
“My orgasm was long and hard and I grabbed as much cock as I could while his tongue and his finger abused me in public, I shock as my pussy clamped down on his fingers and a gush of juice helped him increase his penetration. I wanted more so I forced my self down towards Paul’s groin and without asking grappled with his fly and extracted his stiff cock and without ‘dropping a beat’ I sucked up his cock straight down my throat and took as much as I could and didn’t come up for air.’
‘This left my pussy and arse on full display for Doug who was a little shocked by my sudden movement but was delighted with his new access. He didn’t waste any time and moved my panties to one side and shoved two fingers up my pussy and carried on his good work, he was able to play with my arse at the same time and smacked me at least twice as he banged my soaking wet pussy. He was skilled and my second orgasm build quickly and I didn’t notice as I was taking cock he started to play with my other hole.’
Paul sat back and moved his hand over my head to help feed his cock into my mouth, I was lost as he slipped his tool harder into me and grabbed my hair to get my hole in exactly the right position to ease his member as deep inside of me as he could. His rhythm built and he was now the source of moans and expletives as he fucked my face. He had enough about him to grab my tits and forcefully pull, pinch and twist them as he hammered away.’
Paul moved both hands to my head and the exact moment his head shot back he gave my no choice but to take the first rope of come down my throat and held me there as he carried on thrusting his come into me - I didn’t struggle as I love come and I love being forced to take his come. I moaned as my climax washed over me and didn’t stop even when Doug lubed up his finger with my pussy juices and slowly slipped his middle finger up my arse. The jolt sent me even further and I almost blacked out as I had three holes filled at the same time – my virgin arse felt amazing and I was just about holding onto all the come being spunked into my by Paul.’
Gabby didn’t realise that she was hold her breath and was holding the diary with so much pressure that when she looked up she let go of the tension and was gobsmacked at how tense she was – she had just read the most disturbing account of her young mother being used and degraded in public she had ever imagined and not not that her mother enjoyed it but that she has felt strange feelings as well.
She was breathless and almost threw the dairy down and just sat there confused, disgusted by her mother and even more disgusted with herself.