[Fiction] Rent Free (R-18)

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"So... you know about his arrangements, then?"

It was hard for Justine to wrap her head around the fact she was meeting her landlord's aged mother. Juniper, as she called herself, was still spry of mind if not of body. And she seemed very aware of what transpired in the building.

"Of course..."
"And you don't mind?"
"My son provides a valuable service to women who need it. Why shouldn't he get something out of it. Plus, everybody tells me he's a great lover."

There was no argument from Justine. So far, they'd had sex three times, and he had always handsomely delivered on the pleasure front.

"It is... unusual, still?" Justine continued, trying to get more info out of the woman.

"Unusual, maybe. Non-traditional, for sure. He takes after his father, you know."
"He does?"
"Yes, well, for the sex part. He takes after me for the helping part. I used to run charities until I got too old to manage them."
"You live in here alone?"
"I used to have a suitor, but he passed away two years ago."
"Sorry for you loss."
"Sorry for the loss of his big dick, you mean!"

Juniper burst out laughing at her own comment, and Justine could only smile. But Juniper wasn't done talking.

"All the men in my live have been - pun intended - pricks. August's father - may he rot in hell - used to sell me out for sex so I would pay for his shortcomings. Got himself killed, too."
"Oh my!"
"I know.... when August told me he was going into porn, I wasn't really shocked."
"How did he get rich? Through porn?"
"Not quite... but that's his story to tell."
"All right."

Juniper stared down Justine quite suddenly.

"And your daughter... how is she?"
"She is... fine. I... really needed some way to... protect her. Save her. This may sound weird but... I would do anything for her."

Memories were flooding to the surface, and Justine felt ill at ease, but Juniper simply smiled.

"I know how you feel," she replied. "Where is your daughter tonight?"
"Partying with her boyfriend, I think..."
"How old is she?"
"Fifteen. Going in sixteen in three months."

Juniper could tell, from the look in Justine's eyes, how devoted she was to her daughter's well-being. She understood. She felt the same.

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Five more guys in and Tina's pussy felt like sandpaper. Three of them had finished in her mouth. The back of her throat kept a lingering taste of their semen, making Tina feel queasy. Her last partner, Kyle Sangster, one of the Rat Pack and her benefactor (after a fashion) had just spent himself on her chest after taking her missionary style for the past ten minutes. As he got off the bed to retrieve his trousers, he snarked at her.

"Guess your legs don't remember themselves anymore, eh?"

Perhaps it was meant as a joke, but that wasn't how it felt. At first, Tina had believed that she enjoyed sex enough to be able to carry out her duties without even a consideration for them, but she was finding out this wasn't true. By that point, she was little more than a receptable for their combined sexual fluids. There was very little care in what they did to her. She couldn't snuggle up after sex, like she had with her former drug provider, Haley. She missed him - at least, when they had been together, it felt like he gave her something back for her efforts. The boys here (and even the few girls who joined in) only seemed interested in their immediate pleasure or making her feel inadequate (calling her names, bullying her) with little consideration for her own needs.

Then again, selling yourself out as a sex slave was not conducive to intimate relationships.

Eventually, after lying down for several minutes, Tina got dressed and walked out of the room she had been isolated in for the better part of the night. She waved goodbye to the few people who actually noticed her, calling herself a cab and heading back to her mother's place.

It was around 2AM when she stepped onto the curb and headed towards the stairs. Noises from not far drew her attention and, despite her tiredness, she waddled in their direction. The sight of a couple fucking behind some bushes did not even surprise her. She was pressed against the wall, her bottom half fully exposed, and he was riding her hard, pushing his cock into her with energy and violence. Tina didn't stick around. She hurried up the stairs, to the second floor, unlocking the door to their apartment, hurriedly walking in. As she locked behind her, she heard the familiar splashing of water from the bathroom.

"Mom?"
"In here, sweetie."

Nonchalantly, Tina walked into the bathroom and saw her mother in the bath, naked, slowly washing herself. Justine looked up, saw the look on her daughter's face, and realized the state she was in. She got up, stepping out of the water.

"Are you ok, honey?"
"...no."
"Do you want me to give you a bath?"
"...yes."

Justine smiled. She had spent the rest of her evening talking to Juniper Rand, the mother of her landlord. They had talked about family, how important it was, how much love a mother could have for their child. Justine had figured out quite a few things.

"All right... get undressed. I'll take care of you."

[jklivin]

Looking forward to how mom helps her great writing thanks for the timely updates. I appreciate your work

[Fantage]

Originally Posted by jklivin

Looking forward to how mom helps her great writing thanks for the timely updates. I appreciate your work

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Justine had fully drained her dirty water before pouring another one for her daughter. No longer bothered by their respective nudity, she had slipped into the tub with her. There had been no actual washing done, however. Justine was leaning against the back of the tub, and her daughter was leaning against her. The water level was high, so high that whenever one of them moved slightly, a little water splashed outside of the tub.

Justine's hands were on her daughter's shoulders and neck, in her hair, on her sides and on her stomach, wandering gently. Tina was relaxing in the comfort of her mother's embrace and the warm water. Already, the stresses of her evening's ordeal were subsiding, but she wasn't falling asleep. She was peaceful.

So far, few words had been exchanged.

"I met a nice woman tonight," Tina said.
"Who?"

The question wasn't very interested, but it felt appropriate to say.

"Our landlord's mother."
"Really?"
"Yes. She lives upstairs. There aren't that many people in the building, it seems."
"...so it's us, Pinky and her?"
"Pretty much."

Tina, now aware of the arrangement that allowed them to stay here, said nothing. Justine continued, her hands playing just above her daughter's breasts.

"We talked a lot about our children, how much we care for them, how much we love them no matter what they do."
"...ok."

It was odd for Tina to hear her mother speak like that, but she rather enjoyed the outright honesty. She didn't yet feel confident enough to do the same, but it was helping give perspective to her situation.

"I have... an idea to make some more money," Justine said.
"Like what?"
"...well, Pinky runs webcam shows, and she gets paid for them."
"Like sex shows?"
"Yes.... I... did one with her."
"You had sex with her?"

This time, it was Tina who was shocked. She turned her head so she could see her mother's face. There was no shame in those eyes, only quiet acceptance. It was almost surreal.

"Yes. I did. And it was great... I may be a lesbian. Or at least bi."

The fact that they were naked, huddled together in the bath, did not faze Tina one iota. In fact, it only seemed to make their situation that much more understandable.

"In any event," Justine continued, "I was thinking of setting ourselves up with a computer, a webcam, so I could run shows here. That means I would need one of the rooms for that."
"...my room or yours?"
"Doesn't matter, since we're both sleeping in my bed lately. Right?"

Tina didn't answer. Justine was now caressing the back of her daughter's neck.

"Would you mind?" Justine asked.
"...no. I guess not."
"Now, of course, you can't be on camera at any time, not even in the background. You're not an adult."
"Of course."

Why was her mother even mentioning this? Tina was confused by what was being said, or perhaps she was tired.

"Are you still tense?" Justine asked.
"... alittle..."

It took a moment for Justine's fingers to slide back to her daughter's belly, and her fingers started playing with her belly button, tickling her under the water. Then, the mother's right hand started sliding downward, and Tina closed her eyes. Memories of what she had done these past two evenings resurfaced but, mostly, the recollection of her desire for her mother to be there hit her like a revelation.

Moments later, Justine's fingers were doing what they had done a few nights before, in the same bathtub.

[Yuuky]

This story is so great, i love it !! Thanks for writing !!

[Fantage]

Yes please continue it would be so kinky if they do do the cam show.

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It was now about three weeks into Justine and Tina's move to the new building. Their lives were now completely altered, everything they had believed about their relationship (with themselves, with each other and with the outside world) challenged to new conceptions.

For Justine, it was an odd, new kind of confidence in herself, in her body more specifically, that drove the new revelations. After allowing her flesh to become a tool for survival, after having allowed August Rand, the movers, the pizza delivery man and, more recently, the young man who had come to install her internet connection, to have their way with her, she felt empowered by her feminity and the desire she inspired in them.

The technician had come with all of his equipment to her home. She had greeted him in a bath robe, wearing a silky thong and bra underneath (recent purchases thanks to the money from her one-time online sexual performance with Pinky). She had teased the poor confused technician for a while, eventually helping him strip, blowing him, wrapping the condom around his shaft, then letting him fuck her in the middle of the bedroom where the internet connection would be. She had taken advantage of the fact that her daughter was at school to do the deed.

With that issue resolved, she had gone out to an electronics stores, batting her eyes at the store clerk, who had set her up with all the equipment she needed to build her very own video service. She had been quite candid with him about her intent, although she had not spelled it plainly. He still perfectly understood and was only too happy to visualize the eventual images that the camera he was selling would stream. She had almost managed to convince him to come and help her assemble the machine at her home. She instead checked in with August, and he promised to help her assemble it the next time they were together.

While Justine kept herself busy with those preparations, her daughter was concerned with other issues. After being thoroughly fucked for two straight nights (last Friday and Saturday) by so many partners, she had been given Sunday off to recover. She had spent it lazily at home, in her underwear, recalling the close and wet embrace of the previous night with her mother in the bath, unable to forget the bliss of her mother's fingers against her sex.

But then, Monday had come and school had resumed. The Rat Pack, wanting to make good on their investment, took over her lunch break, with blowjobs in the boys's bathroom for both Peter Lamont and Kyle Sangster almost every day (as well as one or two other guys who happened to be there). Tommy Piccolo had only indulged on Wednesday, with the permission of his girlfriend, whom Tina had fucked with three fingers while the boys watched.

That Wednesday night, three other school boys had paid the Rat Pack to have some time with Tina. Peter had gone along, to make sure their investment was protected. They had taken her to one of their houses (where no parents were around) and had tied her up to the bed, face down, ass up, where they had taken turns inside her (always wearing condoms). Driving her back home, Peter had also fucked her in the backseat of his car.

Once again, that night, stepping into the bath to clean the smell and feel of the boys from her, Tina had been joined by her mother and, although it had led to little more than a few caresses and a massage, it had still felt like bliss to the daughter.

But for Tina, Stress was building. It was now Thursday evening and she knew that, tomorrow, she was meeting with her former pusher's provider, Samson. For Tina, all of this had started when Samson had accosted her, revealing that her pusher-lover was actually skimming money to provide her with free drugs in exchange for sex. Samson wanted the money back, and he had taken an incentive in forcing a blowjob from her (which she had stupidly offered in the first place). Tina now had the money, thanks to her new deal, but she didn't trust Samson to honor his agreement to let her be after she paid him. He had told he would be outside of her school in his car on that Friday.

Tina's mind was distracted from her thoughts when she heard her mother's triumphant scream from the other room.

"It works!" Justine claimed.

Tina darted to the room and saw her proud mother, standing up from her work, having finished setting up the computer she would need for the next step in her plan. Tina smiled, knowing how important this was for her mother. And Justine stared back, smiling abundantly as she looked at the happy face of her daughter.

There was reason to celebrate, Justine thought.

[Fantage]

To celebrate with a show!

[AnalAriana]

Please go on! Best story on here

[Fantage]

Continue please!

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The celebration had not happened. At least, not yet (although the promise of a celebrationg hung around). While Justine had managed to assemble her computer on her own, setting up its internal settings, making the camera work with the program and creating her own account within it had proven to be too much of a challenge. She had fallen back to her previous plan, which had been to wait until she met with August Rand so he could help her.

"We'll be here on Friday night," she had told her daughter, "so um... I hope you can be elsewhere."

Just because Tina was now aware of the arrangement (and seemingly ok with it) did not mean that Justine wanted her daughter around for her activities with Rand. Furthermore, Rand himself had plainly stated before they had consumated once that, since Justine was not an adult, he did not want to get involved with her in the slightest. Tina had reassured her mom that she would not be in the way. The Rat Pack had already scheduled her for another evening of debauchery at their place.

Before that could happen, however, there was one major snag to the day. The metting with Samson.

Around noon, in the boys' locker room, Tina's lips were wrapped around Kyle Sangster's manhood, pleasuring him for yet another midday. She goaded him on until he blew his load in her mouth, forcing herself to swallow.

"...wow babe. You get better at this every day."
"Thanks... um... listen, I have something to ask. Another favor, maybe?"
"Another? You still owe us three weeks of servitude! Want to add more?"
"If needed... listen..."

Kyle wasn't a cold bastard. Given how committed Tina had proven herself, the least he could do was listen. She had already told them about the money she owed, why she needed to be paid, and they had already fronted her the money.

"I'm meeting with the man I owe the money to this afternoon, after class."
"So what's the problem?"
"Well, I don't trust him to simply let me go after."
"So what do you want me to do about it?"

The truth was, Tina didn't know. But she knew things would go bad if she didn't find some way to cover her back.

[Fantage]

Go on please! I beg you, continue the story.

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Samson was surprised. He had not expected the young lady to be able to find the money within such a limited timeframe. He had expected to be forced to intimidate her further. The count was good. Four thousand dollars. This realization brought with it a few pieces of interrogation which Samson, being of the inquisitive sort, had to look further into.

Obviously, the young girl was not working alone. The young man that had been walking alongside her up until the last few moments was clearly a mate of some kind, a friend or a lover. He might even have been the one to give her the money. She had stepped into Samson's vehicle once more, this time producing the money with little hesitation. He had checked it twice, looking her over, bothered by the seemingly immediate resolution of the problem. Samson had expected some kind of long-term investment here. He was disappointed.

"Wait in here."

He had exited the car and gone over to talk to the young man accompanying her, and suddenly, things had become much clearer to him, once he had learned of the young man's identity. Words were exchanged that Tina did not get, and then Samson had returned to the car.

"Well, you should have told me in the first place," he told Tina as he closed the door.
"Told you what?"
"That you were friends with the Rat Pack."
"You know the Rat Pack?"
"Of course. Who do you think provides for their parties...?"
"Oh..."

Samson let that information sink in.

"We're all one big happy family, aren't we?" he added.
"...I guess."
"So... you're off the hook with me. You're squared."
"Really?"
"Of course. Can't have a nice piece of ass like you always looking over her shoulder, can I?"
"Thank you."

As she got out of the car, he called out to her.

"So, I'll see you soon then."
"...ok."

Somehow, it had gone well, and yet, Tina was even more nervous than before. It seemed that matters were progressing in an unexpected way, and she wondered what this implied.

[Fantage]

Way to go two parts a day! Lovin the story.Let me guess, the rat pack's gonna let Samson in on the fun?