From: man.simple@hotmail.com   
      
   The Right Side of Wrong (MgF, cons)   
   By Simple Man   
      
      
   Samantha Tellings deliberately singled me out from the other people in   
   the park that day.  There was no question about it now.  Both mother and   
   daughter were rail thin and looked like they were on the brink of   
   starvation.  Their clothing worn threadbare but clean and shoes that   
   were obviously not their own.  The child wore two left shoes of   
   different colors and for an 8 year girl she was pitifully cute.  The   
   offer was painfully simple and as old as time itself, sex with her   
   daughter for money, and not a lot of money at that.  What I didn't do   
   and should have done was just get up and walk away.  But that was hard   
   to do now wasn't it with the pretty child in my lap trying to get me to   
   kiss her on the lips.  I knew I was about to do the wrong thing for the   
   right reason.   
      
   You see, the mother was in near hysterics watching her daughter come on   
   to me like she had been told to do, but words were far different than   
   actions and seeing it happen visibly upset the mother as she tried to go   
   through her ill prepared litany of reasoning.  She was hanging now by a   
   thread, being the mom she really was versus the pimp she was trying to   
   be.  She was losing it right there in front of me and I didn't want to   
   see that happen.   
      
   "Okay, it's a deal, let's go to my place." I said forcing the situation.   
      
   My face was wet from the child kissing me which she didn't seem to mind   
   at all doing and it left me thinking she probably did not have a daddy   
   around.  The mother just gave out with a sigh, thankful she did not go   
   completely to pieces over the issue and followed along as I had the   
   little girl's hand in mine.  A block away from the park we arrived at my   
   apartment building and went in.   
      
   We all sat down, the little girl on my lap again.   
      
   "Well, how much to love her and for how long?" I asked as I nibbled on   
   the preteen girl's earlobe.   
      
   "One hundred dollars for an hour, and I stay in the room with her but I   
   won't watch"   
      
   I pulled a one thousand dollar bill from my wallet and laid it on the   
   coffee table.  It got the reaction I wanted.  The mother's eyes grew   
   wide and her body fidgeted.  I knew that most people had never even seen   
   a G-Note, much less actually have one.   
      
   "That's ten hours!" I said.   
      
   At this precise point in time, the child had something to say about the   
   proceedings.   
      
   "WOW MOM!  I think he really wants me!"   
      
   The mother was either trying to catch flies or she was wordless, I was   
   not sure which.  The moment she picked up that money the deal was made   
   and she knew it.  Meanwhile I was kissing the little girl and tickling   
   her relentlessly and the child loved every moment of it.  Then still   
   giggling the little girl placed my hand under her dress and right on top   
   of her hairless damp pussy (surprise no panties).  I got the feeling   
   that the little girl wanted some naughty play even if the mother had   
   other motives for the child even being here.   
      
   Rubbing her slippery little slit, the little girl became quiet and laid   
   her head back against my chest closing her eyes, a movement that had not   
   gone unnoticed by her mother.   
      
   "You know, 10 hours with me and she won't want to go back with you." I   
   stated.   
      
   There was nothing for the woman at this point but launching herself into   
   tears as she had completely lost control of the plan and the situation.   
   My finger was probing the little girl's hole and the little girl was   
   moaning in pleasure.  I flipped her dress up so her mother could see   
   exactly what was going on, not that she could not have imagined it.  The   
   woman wept like a baby, total loss of control.   
      
   "How old are you?" I asked the woman.   
      
   "Twenty-three." she responded choking back the tears that flooded her   
   mouth.   
      
   "How would you like living here with me?  No more money worries, never   
   another hungry day in your life, the chance to regain your dignity and   
   be a proper mother again.  Nice clothes and all the freedom you want.   
   How would you like that?"   
      
   "You would do that for us?" she stammered.   
      
   "NO!  For this little one."   
      
   "DO IT MOM! I don't want to lose him!"   
      
   "Go ahead; take the money, a pretty girl needs pocket money."   
      
   It has always amazed me how fast a woman's face can turn from tear   
   stained to radiant in mere seconds; I don't know how they do that.   
      
   "Will I get some loving too or will it all just be for her?"   
      
   "Why are you standing way over there when you could be over here getting   
   some right now?" I chided her.   
      
   "COME ON MOM! We can both get fucked tonight with our new daddy lover.   
   He's REAL gentle!"   
      
   "Well, I am hairless too and probably as tight as she is, I'll agree if   
   you really mean it."   
      
   "I mean it."  Say you girls hungry?   
      
   "YEA!  Let's order PIZZA, lots of pizza." the soft skinned little   
   darling shouted.   
      
   When the pizza arrived I paid for it and set the boxes down on the   
   kitchen table.  The little girl wanted to dig right in but her mother   
   stopped her.   
      
   "We have to say grace first before we eat.  "Heavenly Father, bless this   
   food we are about to eat and bless Daddy for loving us and giving us a   
   new home.  Amen."   
      
   "AMEN!" the peanut gallery sounded off.   
      
   We all dug in and had a feast fit for teenagers.   
      
   After things were cleared up and put away I found mother and daughter   
   whispering in the living room with the little one giggling at   
   appropriate moments.  I sat down in a chair and little miss lovely   
   walked over to me and stripped naked as the day she was born.  She was   
   skin and bone and full of ribs, save for her fat pussy between her legs.   
      
   "I want you to give me a bath, together, you and me in the bath,   
   together, the both of us at the same time, together, okay?"   
      
   What a mouthful!  I said sure, let's go.   
      
   I cupped her little ass cheeks as she waddled into the bathroom and her   
   mother laughed almost uncontrollably.   
      
   "I'm NEXT!" she shouted after us.   
      
   You see it was all wrong, the sexy play and naughty things we did, but   
   it was so right to give them a home and a future with as much loving as   
   they wanted or needed.  And to the rest of the world, I had my new   
   daughter and new granddaughter come home to live with me.  Life was   
   getting good in my old age.   
      
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