Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
*****
Growing up my life was often filled with divorce proceedings, various lawyers, child/family therapy sessions, and my biological father's malevolent family.
My father's family members did not only mentally abuse me; but I was forced by court order to see him almost every single week or weekend. To me, he was a monster. I wished him dead almost every single day growing up, until finally one day I heard the news from my grandparents that he died in fatal car accident, on the GW parkway around 3 in the morning.
Apparently a drunk driver had hit his car, to the point where he was ejected out the passenger seat and onto the asphalt. I don't want to get into stomach churning details that will certainly have you vomiting, but all I know is when I heard the news and attended his funeral service I had absolutely no remorse whatsoever.
I had often times had a gut feeling that something bad was going to happen to him, but I never imagined it like this. A few years back when he was causing me anxiety, I kept telling my mother that honestly, I would feel more at peace if he one day dropped dead.
Be careful what you wish for, because sometimes it will happen for better or for worse. A period of grief overcame my Mother and my now dead father's family, to which I completely ignored.
I cared about my Mother's well being and I knew she deserved a man who was not as abusive and malicious as he was. Shortly after his passing, my Mother and I moved from The District to Seattle, Washington to restart our lives.
The transition was tough since I was half way through my sophomore year at AU. I had to transfer my credits to the University of Washington, Seattle and luckily I maintained close to a 4.0 GPA, which landed me close to a full scholarship.
I took one last look at what was my home for the past 20 years of my life, it was definitely a roller coaster of emotions but I was ready to say adios Washington, D.C. and hello Seattle, Washington.
My mother and I, moved to our brand new modern townhouse located just 10 minutes from downtown Seattle, and I am due to start school in fall.
Luckily, my summer break is just getting started and I was planning on taking full advantage of it. My mother is a CFO for a large IT company, which requires her to travel often leaving me alone most of the time and this was the situation back home in D.C.
Which is particularly why I was surprised when one day she introduced me to my new "Dad". Scott Miller is his name, and what a devilishly handsome individual he is. When I saw Scott for the first time, I did a double take because this wasn't a reality it had to be a dream.
Scott stands at 6 foot 2 short brown hair, captivating sea green eyes, beautifully toned and muscular in all the right places, and not to mention a bulge in his pants to which I was imagining to be, 8 or 9 inches of a well-endowed white circumcised cock.
He and my Mother, we're absolutely inseparable honestly doing almost everything together. It made me cringe at times, since they were so consumed in and of themselves.
But hey, I was happy for her she finally found a real MAN who not only cared about her but also loved her for who she was. Things started changing around the house, but not for the worse.
Mom started traveling more often than usual, which would leave Scott and I alone in the house most weekends and weeknights. Right before my mother would leave for her business trips, Scott would give her the hardest fucking of her life you know, one that leaves a person feeling sore for days afterward.
I'd hear her moaning and screaming out of the top of her lungs, as he pounded his delicious cock deep inside of her snatch. When both of them were about to cum, I played with my aching and needy cunt until I orgasmed, collapsing back into my bed.
Scott must have shot thick jets of his cum inside of her cunt; since I know for a fact that they don't use condoms I mean why should they? They're married now and she's way past her childbearing years.
One Friday morning, I had a day off from classes and work, so I decided to be a brave soul and made an appointment at a local tattoo parlor to get a clitoral hood piercing. It was perfect timing, since Scott was on a two-day business trip down in Miami and my mother was in New York City for two weeks.
Walking into the neat and cleanly tattoo parlor, I checked in with the friendly and attractive young male receptionist who directed me to my piercer. She was quite shorter than I am, short blonde hair and blue eyes with quite a few piercings herself.
Ashley is her name and she had ensured me that she has done over 1000 of these clitoral hood piercings and that I have nothing to worry about. I was slightly less intimated when she told me that, and also the fact that she is a female doing the procedure.
Pulling down my white lace cotton thong, and flipping up the hem of my dress Ashley sat down at her station and moved her swivel chair closer to me. She pulled out a fresh set of piercing needles and the small barbell stud, which she notified me of being the safest one for my vertical clitoral hood piercing.
It's a small silver ring with two balls at both ends of it which provide maximum pleasurable sensations both during intercourse, oral sex and not to mention just walking around. "Ready?" Ashley said, as she allowed the numbing cream to sit on my clit for a good 10 minutes.
Taking a deep breath, I responded "I'm Ready!" as Ashley began to pierce my clit with the jewelry. The entire process only took about 20 minutes, and I barely even felt a thing thanks to the numbing cream.
It felt slightly uncomfortable when I got up, but after a short while I got used to it. Even the slightest bit of vibrations from the highway sent stimulating shockwaves directly to my soaking wet cunt.
Unfortunately it would take a month to heal completely, which was a pain in the ass for me since Brent and I were having sex quite frequently and hate using condoms since the two of us are both STD free and I have an IUD.
Ashley notified me that if I do want to have sex, I have to use condoms without a doubt unless I want to have a nasty infection.
I called up Brent and told him about my new piercing, which he immediately without hesitation wanted to drive over and see it in person. I was curating an idea in my head, on the short drive back to my house and my cunt juices were starting to soil my thong.
