"Just what do you think you're doing?" Melody screamed.
AJ jumped, turned, and saw his father dancing drunkenly, with his back up against a pillar in a nightclub. A slightly overweight twenty-something woman with long blond hair was bent over in front of him, grinding her ass against Jaxson's crotch. Details swam closer. He could see the splotchy perspiration on his father's forehead, the tiny beads of sweat on the woman's upper lip, and between her breasts.
Jaxson continued dancing, one hand holding a beer bottle, the other holding the top of the woman's skirt at the small of her back, like a cowboy might hold the horn of his saddle. "I...dancing," Jaxson slurred, and the woman grinding against him, gasped and shoved her ass back even harder.
"You like watching?" a familiar voice asked from his right, and he turned to see Candice sitting next to him, a wry smile on her face. "You know, those photo shoots I do...it's just a cover for porn. I fuck all those guys. Every one of them."
AJ swallowed hard, pulled away from her, turned off by the statement and Candice laughed. "What? Did you think you're the only one?" AJ turned back to his father, who was now dancing with a different girl. A much smaller girl with dark black hair.
"No," AJ said, hurrying forward, his hands balling into fists. He got within three feet of his father when the girl, who was clearly taking her turn riding the Drunken Stallion from Burtusk, looked up at him. He stopped his advance, his face morphing from anger to confusion. This wasn't Abbey. It wasn't. But god damn he thought it was from a distance.
"Look," his father said, noticing him and pointing to the girl who continued to twerk on his cock. "Tart and Tiny. She's a Tart and she's Tiny!"
"What's wrong?" a hand fell on his shoulder, spinning him around. Melody smiled and reached under her dress which was so short he could see her panties as she pulled them down. "I know what my sweetie pie needs," she cooed, and she stepped out of her panties and then held them up, making sure everyone could see them. "Now make sure you wear these every day," she said, pulling the panties over his head and arranging the soaking wet middle against his nose.
AJ pulled the material to the side, but Melody reached up and readjusted it once again. The scent of her pussy filled his nostrils and he gagged at the rich musky odor.
"What?" Melody asked, offended. "I shaved my pussy just for you! I wore those to the club, just for you! I let your father fuck all these whores, so I'd have the perfect excuse."
"Excuse?" AJ asked her.
"So I could come home and fuck my sweetie pie!" Melody said with a lustful smile. "And, if I get pregnant, which I will, not only will I know it's yours, but I'll have complete control over all of you."
AJ looked down and saw he was dressed in mechanics clothing, dirt and grease covered his hands. In one hand, he held a hammer. In the other, a crowbar. He looked up. Melody smiled. "Now, I know people who will buy almost anything you bring back." Melody pointed to a house that stood alone on an old country road. "Go cut the power, yank the phone pines, and get in there. Steal everything that isn't bolted down. Antiques, safes, jewelry, electronics...everything."
AJ didn't understand why, but he moved forward as if he was used to doing this sort of thing, but suddenly there was a hand on his elbow, pulling him back.
"AJ," the voice asked, and he smelled Melody's pussy again.
"No," he said, shaking his head. "I don't want to wear them again."
"AJ," the voice said, just a bit more sternly, but more concerned as well.
"I said no," he replied, building up his courage. He'd full-out fight her if he had to. He wasn't wearing her goddamned panties on his head. Never again."
"Babe?" The voice asked, and he turned or rolled himself over to his side, and then looked up. A thick crust of sleep yanked at his eyelashes and he picked his hand up, rubbing and then wincing, and resorting to picking pieces of crusty crap out of his eyes, until he could see. He looked up and saw Abbey standing there, bent over, facing him. She was wearing a pair of black silk pajama shorts and a black silk top that was held up by a pair of thin spaghetti straps. The thin silk material hung away from her chest, revealing her perky little breasts and the little barbell piercings through each nipple.
"Are you okay?" Abbey giggled, her hands on her knees, her face a giant smile as she gave him a once over. "Who's panties are those?" She asked, lifting a hand from her knee to point before quickly putting it back down.
"Mmm-" AJ began to speak but then stopped. He didn't want to tell Abbey they belonged to Melody. He didn't. That was too fucked up. He wouldn't.
"Those are your mom's?" Abbey said, her mouth falling open. "Holy fuck dude." She reached forward and snatched them from the edge of the pillow they were peeking out from under before AJ could stop her. AJ sat up, and Abbey moved back, holding them up in the air. "Well, these are really fucking nice," she said.
"Give...it a rest," AJ said, almost asking her to "give them back" as if he needed them.
Abbey held the material between her fingers and smoothed them back and forth. "Where are my panties?" She asked.
"Over on my bookshelf," AJ admitted. "Hidden."
"So she just gave these to you?" Abbey asked.
AJ looked up to reply, only to have his world rocked as Abbey held the panties up to her nose and inhaled, her eyes locked on AJ's. She even went so far as to smell them a second time and then held them out for him to take. "Well, she didn't cum in them. She's got a nice pussy...smell. Scent."
"I can't believe you just did that," AJ said, taking the panties from Abbey's hand and stuffing them back under his pillow.
"Can you believe you've got your mom's panties underneath your pillow?" Abbey asked. "Should I ask why mine are over on the bookshelf, instead of your mom's?"
"She just gave them to me, last night," AJ said.
"Last night?" Abbey asked, standing up and turning as if deep in thought. "So, after she came home, she came down here? To see you?"
"She said she had something for me," AJ said.
Abbey closed her mouth and slowly folded her arms across her chest. AJ watched as she clenched her jaw, and then cocked her head to the side. "That fucking bitch."
"Who?" AJ asked.
"Gretta Thunberger. Who the fuck do you think? Your mom. Mongrel Mommy. Remember?"
"Yeah, I remember," AJ said, shaking his head. "God damn, I feel like shit."
"Probably f-... Nope. Nevermind. Not down here. Not in your room."
"What?" AJ asked.
