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Breeding Mom and Daughter

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by Natalia Darque


  Then he neatly pivoted the lanky teen’s fist upside down, and snapped his wrist downward hard and fast. The wrist went past its range of motion and Kevin heard the sound of bones popping as he forced it past its range of motion. Kevin let go of the teen’s hand, placed his other hand in his chest and shoved him roughly to the ground.

  The lanky teen, screaming in agony, fell to the ground clutching his wrist.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another guy make his move from the other side. Pivoting his head, he saw a form behind him aiming a punch for the back of his head. He twisted to the side as the blow shot past his head.

  He reached up with both hands and grabbed the arm. Grasping it firmly, he pulled the over-extended arm savagely down across his shoulder. He heard the satisfying sound of breaking bones as the teen’s elbow snapped at the joint. From behind him, he heard the blood-curdling scream of the teenager as his arm was snapped 90 degrees in the wrong direction.

  Mark let go of his arm, allowing the teen to drop writhing to the ground.

  Sensing motion on his left, Mark jumped and pivoted in that direction. Too late, he took a hard blow which struck the side of his face. A hard punch, it didn’t hit any sensitive locations, but did stagger him as he was off balance from his pivot. He went down, but when he hit, he rolled quickly to create distance between him and his attackers.

  He arched his back, placing his feet on the ground, and his hands on the ground above his head, and heaved himself up. He landed cat-like on his feet and immediately went on the attack against the guy that knocked him down.

  He launched a double combination attack. He hit the teen twice in the gut with rapid fire strikes. He smelled whiskey on the breath of the teen as his wind was expelled by the force of the blows. Then he savagely struck him in the face with a second double combination. The second blow caused the teens nose to explode in a spray of blood and snot.

  The teen tried to fight gamely through a blow, but with his wind knocked out of him and unable to see from the tears filling his eyes, he launched a weak roundhouse blow. Kevin parried the blow with his arm and held his arm high, and then fired off three savage kicks into the exposed ribcage under the boy’s arm. Again, he heard the satisfying crunch of bones breaking as he shattered part of the boy’s ribcage.

  His head pivoting as if it was on a swivel, Kevin looked in every direction. Three teens sat or laid in the grass, holding various parts of their anatomy, while Mark and the other two were heading to the back of the car that they had arrived in. Reaching in the window, Kevin pulled out a baseball bat. The other two followed suit. They began to approach again.

  “Oh, shit!” Kevin thought as he struggled to remain calm.

  Mark kept a respectful distance, while the other two began to circle Kevin to get behind him.

  Kevin weighed his options and began to formulate a plan. He decided to go straight for Mark, hoping that by demolishing him, the other two would decide this wasn’t their fight.

  Behind him, Kevin heard the sound of the door of the house opening.

  “Get back in the house!” he yelled without looking to see who it was.

  Coiled to strike, Kevin launched his attack on Mark. With the bat held like a batter at the plate, Mark waited on him. Kevin came in high, and waited for the right moment. When he saw Mark begin his home-run cut toward his head, Kevin ducked and rolled across the ground. Coming up out of his roll he hit Mark in the groin with two rapid-fire combination punches. Mark cried out in pain as Kevin pummeled his nuts.

  Kevin stood up, delivered rapid fire punches to Mark’s midsection and face, and had the satisfaction of seeing Mark’s nose, only recently healed from their last fight, smash flat out across his face. Blood spray from his collapsed nose. Mark started to sag to the ground, the bat dropping to his feet.

  Kevin turned to face the last two attackers.

  As he did, he heard the roar of a gunshot. He started from the noise and turned to look at the source of the sound.

  He saw Charlotte putting a shotgun to her shoulder and leveling at the closest teen to her.

  “All right you assholes! Drop the bats and get down on the ground. The next round isn’t going into the air,” she yelled in a commanding voice.

  The teen closest to her, a large tow-headed oaf looked at her in stunned surprise. Kevin almost grinned when he saw a large wet stain begin to form in the crotch of his jeans.

  “Down on the ground!” she commanded again. “I’ll kill you if you don’t!”

  Both boys fell to the ground, dropping their bats.

  “Hands behind your heads!” They both complied.

  Looking up and down the street, he saw the just about every light in the neighborhood was on and many of their neighbors were outside standing in front of their house trying to see what the ruckus was about.

  Kevin got up and collected all the bats from the downed teenagers. With that done, he turned to Charlotte, smiled, and gave her a thumbs up.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Charlotte

  Charlotte stood on the front porch of the house with the shotgun in the crook of her arm like a bird hunter. She saw the cop cars slowly moving down her street toward the house. Crystal had been on the phone with the cops the entire time, while Kevin fought with Mark and his posse and Charlotte was getting the shotgun from under the bed.

  “Mom, they say they won’t come to the house if you have the gun out,” Crystal yelled through the broken window.

  “OK, tell him it’s put away,” Charlotte said.

  She leaned the shotgun against the house next to her.

  “Boys,” she told the two teenagers on the ground, “don’t get any ideas about running. It’s right here where I can reach it.”

  “Yes ma’am,” she heard one of the boys say, his voice muffled because his face was buried in the grass.

  One cop car cautiously pulled up the front of the house. The cop stepped out of the car.

  “Where’s the gun?” he asked.

  Charlotte jerked her thumb toward the gun leaning obviously against the wall of the house.

  “Step away from the gun, ma’am,” he told her. She complied.

  He came over to where the shotgun was, and worked the action several times to eject all of the rounds from the gun. He pulled the microphone attached to his lapel close to his mouth and told the other officers that the location was secure.

  Quickly, four other cars pulled up and more cops got out.

  “You’re probably going to need some ambulances,” Kevin said matter-of-factly.

  The cop glanced around at the scene. The lanky boy was sitting in the lawn holding his wrist. The boy whose elbow was broken was laying on the ground, crying, trying desperately to keep his mangled arm from moving and causing him further pain. The boy with the broken ribs had managed to pull himself up into a sitting position, but was obviously coughing up blood. Clearly one of more of his broken ribs had punctured a lung. Mark was still unconscious, having passed out with his hands clutching his balls.

  “Jesus, did these guys get in a fight here, or what?”

  “No, they came here to attack me, and threatened one of the ladies here with sexual assault, Kevin explained.

  “So who did all this?” the cop asked.

  “I did,” Kevin said simply.

  “You did all this?” the dumbfounded cop asked.

  “Yeah,” Kevin said.

  “Jesus!” the cop whispered.

  The cop picked up his microphone again.

  “Dispatch, we’re gonna need at least two ambulances at this location,” he told the voice on the radio.”

  “Roger,” the voice said.

  “So what happened?” the cop asked.

  Kevin began telling what happened.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Kevin

  Kevin answered all of the cop’s questions, and gave a graphic and descriptive narrative about the events of t
he evening.

  “So you had reason to believe that you were in danger as well as these ladies,” the cop asked him.

  “Well,” Kevin said, “when Mark yelled that after they finished taking turns kicking my ass that they intended to take turns with Crystal, that pretty much told me what they intended to do.”

  “You have any injuries?” the cop asked.

  “I got hit in the face once, but it didn’t do any damage that I can tell. I might have a shiner in the morning, but no big deal,” Kevin told him.

  The cop laughed.

  “You did all this, and all they managed to do was hit you one time?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” Kevin told him.

  “Well, either they’re the worst fighters in the history of the world, or you’re just real good,” the cop said with a chuckle.

  “Well, I’ve studied martial arts a little bit,” Kevin said.

  “A little bit?” the cop asked.

  “Yeah,” Kevin said simply. He didn’t feel a need to elaborate on the level of his skill unless directly asked.

  “So do you want to press charges?” the cop asked.

  “You’re damn right I do. That’s the second time that asshole has caused a problem,” Kevin said, jerking his thumb in Mark’s direction.

  The cop looked over at Mark, who had been awakened by the paramedics. He was holding an icepack against his crotch.

  “The one holding his balls?” the cop asked, with a chuckle.

  “Yeah, his dad is some sort of hot-shot here in town, I hear,” Kevin said.

  “Yeah, he is, but his son, Mr. Balls over there, is a real prick. He’s a member of what the local police here calls our “Frequent Flier Club,” the cop explained. “He causes a lot of trouble.”

  “Anyway, I don’t see anything that you or the lady did that is a problem. Firing a shot in the air was technically a Class A Misdemeanor, but I’m not going to make an issue of that,” he told Charlotte.

  She nodded.

  “What I’m going to do,” he explained conspiratorially, “is say that you fired at one of the suspects and missed.”

  “Why would you do that,” she asked.

  “This is going to sound strange, but state law has no provision for firing a warning shot. Deadly force is deadly force. A warning shot into the air is considered reckless. It’s strange, but if I just say you missed, nobody will give you any crap about it,” he explained in a low voice.

  “Other than ribbing me for being the worst shot in the world! Anyone that misses at that range with a twelve gauge shouldn’t be allowed to own a gun,” Charlotte said with a laugh.

  “And also, from the reports of the witnesses, nobody actually saw you fire the shot. They just heard it,” the cop said continued in a hushed tone. “So whatever you say is going to go.”

  “Officer, upon further reflection, I guess I was nervous or something, but when I shot at that boy right there, I just flat out missed,” Charlotte said, having clearly listened to the officer’s well-intentioned, but clandestine advice.

  The cop looked down at the tow-headed oaf with the piss-soaked jeans.

  “Well, it doesn’t look like you missed by much. You made him piss himself!” the cop said laughing.

  Kevin and Charlotte both laughed.

  “As for these guys, they’re going to face some pretty serious charges. The three with the bats will face felony charges. The three who attacked with fists only, will probably just be cited for simple assault, which is only a Class C Misdemeanor.

  “This is all in addition to four of them getting a trip to the hospital,” he finished with a chuckle.

  As the last of the boys were taken off either in police cars or ambulances, the cop looked at them.

  “You folks have an enjoyable rest of the evening. Call us if you have any more trouble,” he told them.

  “Thank you, Officer,” they both told him.

  The cop extended his hand to Kevin.

  Kevin took it.

  “And thank you for the public service you rendered tonight,” the cop whispered.

  Kevin laughed.

  “My pleasure,” Kevin said. “Anything for the boys in blue.”

  The cop waved away to his car, shaking his head in disbelief.

  “I’m tired,” Kevin said to Charlotte. “I think I’ll go to bed.”

  I’d love to go to bed,” Charlotte answered. “But I’m not in the least bit tired.”

  Kevin smiled.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Charlotte

  Several months later, things were still going along swimmingly. Charlotte was graduating from high school and was making plans for college. She was considering going to the local school where Kevin taught, in addition to considering some out of town schools.

  Mark and his posse were no longer in the picture. Mark, with his daddy’s money, had avoided jail time, but left town to avoid the stigma attached to his actions. His two companions who joined him in attempting to attack Kevin with baseball bats were convicted of a felony charge of Assault with a Deadly Weapon. Both served jail time, but had been paroled with strict guidelines about their future behavior. The other three were convicted of simple assault and paid fines. However, Kevin’s smooth presence in court, and his skillful testimony had insured convictions for all of them. It was one more factor in Mark, and his entire posse, deciding to let bygones be bygones. They hadn’t so much as seen a single one of them in months.

  Kevin continued to “room” at their house, although the financial aspect had pretty much gone by the wayside. He no longer paid rent, but without even being asked, he was paying for quite a few of the expenses of the house. He also largely had taken over the cooking duties since he was the best cook in the house.

  The night before her graduation, Charlotte and Kevin took Crystal to a really nice steak restaurant in Dallas, a two hour drive away. It was there that they were going to present their graduation gifts to Crystal, but neither had confided in each other what they had done.

  At the restaurant, as their meal was concluding, Charlotte handed a small gift box to Crystal.

  “Crystal, I love you very much and I’m very proud of you,” she told her. “This is my present for you graduating from high school.”

  Crystal opened the box. She pulled from it a key.

  “Mom, this is a car key! A Ford!” Crystal said excitedly.

  “Yes, it is. I couldn’t carry the car. It was too heavy and wouldn’t fit in my purse, “Charlotte said with a smile. “It’s in the garage at home.”

  “But I do have a picture of it,” Charlotte continued.

  She pulled from her purse a snapshot of a cherry red Ford Mustang convertible. Around the middle of the car was a foot wide ribbon capped by an impressive bow.

  “Mom! This is amazing! Thank you so much!” Crystal squealed, jumped up and hugged her mother. Other patrons in the restaurant looked over at the hubbub.

  “Quick, let’s go home so I can see it!” Crystal said excitedly.

  “Don’t you want to know what my present is?” Kevin asked.

  “You got me something too?” Crystal asked.

  “And like your mom, I didn’t bring it with me,” he told her. “You’ll have to wait and get them later.”

  “What is it?” she asked suspiciously.

  “A set of those,” he said, pointing at Charlotte’s breasts as discretely as possible.

  “Implants! You’re going to get me implants?” she asked excitedly.

  He knew that Crystal desperately wanted implants. She loved her mother’s body and the only real difference was Charlotte’s impressive rack. She had mentioned how she intended to get a boob job as soon as she could.

  Since he had begun working at the college, he had gotten himself a new car, but still had saved an amazing amount of money since his living expenses were so low. With Charlotte no longer charging him for rent, he had socked away an impressive am
ount of cash. Springing for Crystal’s boob job wouldn’t even make a dent in his savings.

  “Kevin, are you sure about that?” Charlotte asked.

  “Definitely,” I talked to the same doctor you used, and figured out what it would cost,” he told Charlotte. “It’s not a problem.”

  “So you can do it as soon as you are ready, and I’ll take care of it for you,” he told Crystal.

  She leaped to her feet in her excitement and wrapped him in a huge hug.

  “Thank you so much!” she said.

  “There is one condition, though,” he said seriously.

  “What?” she asked.

  “I get to play with them whenever I want to!” he whispered in her ear.

  “Well, of course!” she told him.

  Chapter Thirty

  Kevin

  Kevin was living on cloud nine.

  He was teaching a light schedule for the summer, so he had lots of time to spend at home. Crystal and Charlotte insured that he never lacked for good sex. He spent the night with one or the other every night. Sometimes, they even all slept together, although there wasn’t any sex involved on those occasions. Crystal had been to the plastic surgeon was anxiously awaiting her implants, which were scheduled to be done later in the week.

  Crystal loved her new car, and looked damned sexy in it. Predictably, she took him for a ride in the car. They drove out to a remote area of a state park nearby. She told him that she wanted to christen the car. She proceeded to let herself get fucked silly in the backseat of the car and then on the hood of it.

  Kevin had finally gotten himself a new car. I got a great deal on a gently used black BMW convertible that he loved to death. He had talked both girls, one at a time, into taking a drive in the country. So his car got christened twice.

  Several weeks later, Kevin came home from work. Coming into the house, he found Charlotte and Crystal both in the living room. Crystal had a long expression on her face. He looked at them, puzzled.

 

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