Language: English / Genre:home_sex / Series: Bondage house

Bondage for daughter

J Watson



J T Watson

Bondage for daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Beth Adams would never have stopped at the dingy looking cafe if anything better had been available, but there had been nothing but empty road for miles. Beth considered herself a sophisticated woman, one who was used to the finer things in life. But she was hungry and so was her daughter, Christy, so they stopped.

"I hope we don't catch something eating here," Beth said.

"I just want food," Christy said.

The inside of the cafe was nearly as bad as the outside. It was a dump and Beth shuddered. She shuddered again as she looked at the man behind the counter. He was a big, beefy guy with a leering grin. Beth didn't care for the way he was obviously trying to look down the front of her dress.

Beth was wearing a clinging blue dress that was lowcut. She had worn the dress to her husband's going away party that evening. Matt was leaving on a six month business tour overseas and he'd wanted Beth to go too, but Beth had refused. The truth was that she was glad Matt was going and that she didn't have to accompany him. Matt was like an animal sometimes. Beth shuddered as she thought of his hands moving over her body. The things a woman had to put up with!

Beth had never enjoyed sex, although she looked like the type that would. She had a figure that would have made a movie star proud. Her tits were large and firm, her waist thin, and her legs long and sexy. She had long honey-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her daughter was almost her mirror image, except Christy had not developed much yet.

"What'll it be, ladies?" the huge man asked.

"Just a hamburger and some fries for both of us," Beth said.

"Coming right up, lady," he said.

Her daughter got up and went to play the antique jukebox. Beth didn't like the way the man's eyes ogled her daughter as she walked there and back. Beth wished her daughter wouldn't wear clothes like the tight jeans and the skimpy halter top she had on tonight. But it was impossible to talk to her daughter anymore. It was like Christy lived in a different world.