All kinds of wild things occurred to me in my panicked situation. Gory images of my blasted pussy, and violent thoughts of the police hauling me away, filled my head as I temporarily lost my mental ability to cope.
It was only after a couple of minutes that seemed like an eternity that I finally started to come to my senses. The shooting and commotion had stopped. Somebody was talking. Was it George? I strained for the voice.
'So the next time you get common diarrhea…'
It wasn't George. But the voice was familiar.
'You'll thank me,' he concluded.
And then a different voice. Also not George's but also familiar. A deep bass, important sounding voice.
'And now back to part two of Police Saga.'
Police Saga? All that shooting and noise had been from the TV set.
Who'd turned up the TV set to full blast? George would never stand for that. Maybe, just maybe, it occurred to me, he wasn't even here.
Summoning my courage, I poked my head over the top of the couch.
No George in sight.
'Bobby… Robyn,' I called out, ecstatic that they would be the only ones I would have to face. 'Bobby… Robyn,' I called again, turning off the TV so they could hear me.
'Hey,' Robyn's high-pitched voice came from the kitchen, 'who turned off the Goddamn TV?'
'Robyn!' I gasped in shock, marching right into the kitchen to give her a piece of my mind, suddenly a mother again. 'Who do you think you're talking to?'
'Oh, it's you, mom,' she said calmly, casually pulling her arm out of the jelly jar. 'I thought I was talkin' to Bobby.'
'Talking to your brother is no excuse for bad language,' I said sharply. 'And where are your clothes?'
'Well, where are they?' I asked again.
When she still wouldn't answer, I lost my temper, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. Something deep within me told me that she was reminding me of something, with which I didn't want to deal. I squelched the notion and shook her again, demanding a response.
Suddenly she melted in my harsh grasp and began wailing, gasping out a sodden torrent of words as she told me what had happened. 'We were just trying to do our best, mom, me and Bobby. You weren't home to make us any dinner, and then daddy called and said for us to tell you he was with a client and wouldn't be home until late. We didn't wanna tell him you weren't here – we knew he'd get so mad.'
My kids, I thought affectionately, they stood up for their mom.
'Why are you smiling, mom?' Robyn interrupted her story.
'Nothing dear,' I said, relaxing my grip on her shoulders and turning it into a tender embrace. 'Now why don't you finish your story.'
'Well, after daddy called, Bobby and I were starving, and we decided since neither of you were here it'd be all right for us to make dinner.'
'Why don't you have your clothes on, darlin'?' I said, giving her an extra squeeze so I could feel her breasts against my breasts.
'Promise not to get mad.'
'Sure,' I went along with her.
'Okay, you promised,' she said, looking very serious. 'Well, Bobby wanted to watch Cop Story, and I wanted to watch Police Saga because Kane Richmond is guest-starring in it this week and I love the way his pants always fit so tight… you can see practically everything.'
'What do you know about that?' I blurted.
'Bobby said he'd give in and let me watch Police Saga on one condition,' she continued. 'That I had to take off my clothes and show him my… my, ummm… uh, mom is it all right if I call it my pussy in front of you? It's the word all the kids at school use.'
'Sure.'
'Bobby said if I showed him my pussy he'd let me watch Police Saga. So I agreed and took off all my clothes in front of the TV set while I was watching Kane Richmond in his tight pants. It was just like stripping in front of him…! I got so embarrassed.'
'What about your brother?' I interjected, bracing myself for the rough part.
'Well, when I got my clothes off, he got down on his hands and knees and told me to spread my legs. Then he stuck his head under there. He looked at my pussy, and then, mom, you know what? He started licking me. Started running his tongue over my pussy. It was real wet and rough against the crack part. I've never felt so funny.'
'Then what happened?' I gasped at Bobby's audacity.
Robyn got all excited as she told me the next part. 'I told him that wasn't fair… licking my pussy like that with his rough old tongue. He was only supposed to look. I said I was gonna tell because he'd broken the rules. And then you know what he said?'
'What?' I winced in anticipation, the tingling in my body getting more intense with each second.
'He said if I told I'd never get to see what he had between his legs. Didn't I wanna see it?' he kept asking. I wanted to say no, but I'd never really seen one before. So I said yes. 'I'm sorry, mom, but I just really wanted to see what a guy's prick looked like.'
'Is that what they call them at your school?' I asked.
'Yes,' she said, apparently not knowing there was anything nasty about the word in her innocence. 'Pricks. And cocks. Pricks and cocks… aren't they the same?'
'Yes,' I acknowledged. 'Now go on.'
'So he took off his clothes, and, oh mom…'
'Yes,' I answered, the tingling making my body quiver.
'His prick was huge. All stiff and long. It had a red knob at the end. And it got all red and hot when I touched it.' Her eyes grew round while she described her brother's cock.
'Yes, I know, dear,' I mumbled in response, 'I'm familiar with what you're talking about.'
'You've seen Bobby's prick when it's stiff?' she asked incredulously.
'No, no,' I stammered, flustered for some reason, my skin uncontrollably blushing. 'I've seen other penises… er, pricks, when they were like that.'
'Daddy's?' she asked.
'Well… yes… his, of course,' I groped for the words, this naked girl reducing me to an embarrassed shambles.
'What about anybody else?' she asked boldly.
'I… I don't know what you could mean,' I gasped in astonishment, wondering in alarm what might be coming.
'What about that door-to-door salesman?' she said smugly. 'Bobby told me all about it. He said he saw the man leaving with a big smile on his face after staying in the house alone with you all afternoon. When Bobby came home he says he found you lying on the floor with your legs spread apart and your pussy a terrible mess. He says you gave him a buck to be quiet. Is that true?'
I nodded my head in shame.
'You know what Bobby did with that dollar? He bought a dirty magazine with it. He looks at it and jacks off in the bathroom. I've heard him in there. That's why I was so anxious to see his prick tonight for the first time.' She was getting excited now, telling me all of this. 'And you know what, mom, I told him I knew about it. I dared him to jack-off in front of me when he had his cock out.'
'Did he?'
'Wow, did he! About ten times. Finally he got so tired from beating his meat, he went to bed. I was surprised when I thought you were him in the living room. I was sure he was out like a light.'
'Then you mean that you and I are alone,' I said, surprised at how I was clutching my daughter, drawing her closer to me.
'Yes,' she smiled, her face suddenly looking for a fleeting instant like an experienced woman's. 'Is there anything you'd like to do?' She pressed her soft cheek against mine and breathed in my ear.
'We… we've…' I stammered, totally flustered.
