The next few days after Zack left were almost pleasant. I swam in the pool and sunbathed without having to hear any crude comments or having to worry about groping hands. Mom and I even spent a day in town, walking around and grabbing lunch like a normal family. I was tempted to turn onto the highway and floor the accelerator, but I knew that she wasn't ready for that yet. I have heard of parent's kidnapping their children, but never a kid abducting their parent. Only dinner was still a regular reminder of the situation we were trapped in. The three of us still dressed to impress and the conversation always avoided any discussion of the future.
Finally, reality came crashing back one evening when Dan pushed his chair back and spread his legs. Mom took the unspoken command and slid from her chair, studiously avoiding looking at me as she did. I watched both saddened and disgusted as she crawled under the table like a dog begging for scraps. The back of her head slowly rose between Dan's spread legs and heard the sound of her satin dress rustling as she positioned herself.
I didn't try to leave; Dan had been quite clear that I was not excused from the table until he said so and the glance he gave me showed that the permission was not yet given. I averted my gaze, looking out the patio door while I heard mom undo his belt and slide his pants down. I fiddled with my wine glass, wondering if plugging my ears was permitted as I heard a soft moan from the other side of the table. I tried to resist but couldn't help myself and glanced over to see the back of mom's head slowly rising and falling over the edge of the table.
I felt dirty, this was my mom sucking the cock of the man who has destroyed us, but I couldn't look away. Mom turned slightly to the side, I could see her red lips purse and kiss the head of Dan's impressive manhood. He reached down to pull her hair aside, giving me an unobstructed view of the show. Mom's eyes were closed as she slid her lips slowly down the side of Dan's erect shaft. She moaned again, her tongue emerging to flick underneath the base of his cock then trace a line up to the bulbous tip. I watched almost mesmerized as she licked around the head then took it in her mouth, again with a sigh of what could only be pleasure.
I was entranced as mom sucked and licked at Dan's cock. There was nothing rough or forceful about it, she was slow and sensual and I couldn't help but get turned on by the soft erotic sounds that came from the other side of the table. I crossed my legs, feeling the moisture in my pussy as my nipples hardened and stood out against the soft material of my sweater dress. I closed my eyes, but the sounds flowed into my ears and the images that appeared in my mind were even more arousing. I sat there for what seemed like hours, trying to imagine something else but my attention always returning to the sounds from the other side of the table.
"Ashley, get over here." Dan's sharp voice cut through the sensual sounds and jolted me back to reality. I opened my eyes and saw him wagging his finger at me and pointing at the table in front of him. Mom hesitated but a quick slap to the back of her head made her resume the blowjob she was delivering. I slid my chair back and tossed my napkin on the plate, as if I was going to the washroom.
Slowly, I walked around the table, my manicured fingernail tracing a line along the edge. I was pretty sure what he was going to ask me to do, but made my walk as drawn out as possible to delay the inevitable. Soon, I stood beside him, my gaze slipping between his cold grey eyes and the top of mom's head between his legs. Roughly, he pushed her away and she barely managed to avoid hitting the back of her head on the table as she sprawled to the side.
"Get up here, time for some dessert." He commanded and with a sweep of his arm he cleared the table in front of him. China and crystal crashed to the ground and mom squealed in surprise, sliding back under the table to avoid being hit.
"Never liked that pattern anyway." He muttered as he grabbed my hips and pushed my ass up on the table. I scrambled to keep my balance as the soft cashmere of my sweater dress slid on the polished surface. Roughly he pushed me back and spread my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs to stroke the white silk underwear I was wearing.
"Mmmmmmm, sweet as candy." He murmured as he licked the inside of my thigh and I gasped despite myself. I was already aroused from hearing mom and being thrown around like this just jacked it up another level. He chuckled as his fingers stroked my damp panties, there was no denying it. He leaned forward and kissed my mound, his teeth nibbling at the silky material and the flushed point of my clit underneath.
"Nnnnggg" I moaned as I bit my lip, fighting to deny him the satisfaction of seeing me like this. I stiffened when his fingers slid my underwear aside and stroked my labia lips, swollen and pink with arousal.
"There's no denying it slut, you may as well admit it to yourself and enjoy it." He said mockingly as his finger slid up and down my slit, gathering moisture with every stroke.
"Nnnooooo" I whimpered, to myself as much as him and I reached down to try to pull the hem of my skirt down. He swatted my hands away.
"Barbara, get up there and hold her wrists. If she wants to be a bad girl she can be treated like one."
Mom gasped, still hiding under the table. "No Dan, please, please. She's my daughter, don't make me do this to her."
"Aaaahhhhhh" I yelped in pain as the hand that had been stroking my pussy instead gave a sharp slap to the inside of my thigh. "Ooooowwwww" I repeated as he struck again.
"Get the fuck up there and grab her wrists or I will beat the living shit out of her and make you watch!" He yelled, going from 0 to 60 in a second.
I heard mom squeak in fear, then the awkward shuffling as she crawled under the table. I looked abive me from where I lay and saw her climb to her feet. Her dress was askew and her hair was mussed, tears streaked her cheeks and she looked away. Slowly she reached down and took my wrists, gently but firmly pulling them up over my head and pinning them to the table. "I am sorry Ashley, I am so sorry."
"That's better. Now hold her, she likes to fight. If she gets free I will make good on my promise." Dan chuckled, then resumed his teasing.
I moaned, Dan knew exactly what helplessness did to me and I couldn't help but roll my hips as his tongue slid down one thigh and up the other. The noises that filled the dining room were like two different movies were playing at the same time. I moaned and groaned, giving up on all pretence of fighting what I was feeling. Dan chuckled again and went to town on my pussy with his tongue and fingers. Underscoring it all, mom whimpered and sobbed quietly above me at both her own humiliation and my own.
God Dan was talented, just like he promised he showed me things about my body I had no idea were there. His tongue played a gentle figure 8 around my clit and pussy lips while his finger slid inside and hooked around, pressing against the top of my vagina. Somewhere in there he found something and I arched like a shock ran through me.
"Ooohh God!" I gasped, and felt him smile.
"There it is, just like your mother." He muttered into my snatch, teasingly I felt his finger move away to explore more of me. I whimpered in response, wiggling desperately to try to get him to find the spot again.
"Please, oh God please" I muttered breathlessly as his tongue and fingers worked their magic between my legs. I tugged at my mother's restraining hands, my nails digging into her wrists as hers dug into mine. I felt her press harder, the back of my hands smarting as they were crushed against the cold hard wood.
