“And you’re her mother. How old were you?”
“That’s none of your business!”
“Let’s see,” I said, smiling wickedly at the mother as I continued fondling June. “You got married at seventeen, and June was born seven months later. Let’s do the math!”
“You… you bastard!”
I grinned wickedly. “I will not have you call her names.”
“I was talking to you!” her mother spat.
June’s breathing was getting faster. I think the nastiness of my manipulating her in front of her mother was adding to her arousal.
“Sticks and stones will break my bones,” I chanted.
I turned my attention from the mother, and moved over to June and kissed her ear, wiggling my tongue into it. June’s breathing got deeper.
“You will stop that…”
“Or what? What will you do?”
“I’ll call the police! This is statutory rape!”
“The phone is right over there, Mrs. Rodgers. You’ll find them hesitant coming out here, as Kristen’s father is a big supporter of the community, but a rape charge will get past any hesitation. Of course, with June being seventeen and me being sixteen…”
“Ms. Swift is eighteen!”
“She’s not here. Can you prove that Kristen knows what’s happening right now?”
“This is her apartment.”
I shook my head. “For her eighteenth birthday, Kristen deeded this part of the property to me. To me! Kristen has a bedroom in the main house. Her parents, her brother, June, and I and a few of our friends are willing to testify to that.”
“Stop touching my daughter!”
I decided to up the ante. I took my other hand, and started fondling June’s breasts, teasing her nipple. I knew she was getting quite close.
“Or what? Did you know that Kristen and I consulted with her lawyers this evening? They say that you can indeed have me put in jail, but I will be immediately released when the Habeas Corpus and the notarized depositions they are already in the process of getting are displayed. That will lead to the police dropping the charges, and a civil charge brought up about something called Wrongful Prosecution, False Imprisonment, or something like that. Law hasn’t been my strong suit. I’m a musician, actually. Kristen’s family has a bunch of lawyers at their beck and call.”
June’s orgasm finally washed over her. She blushed cutely as she realized she did so in front of her own mother. My finger was soaked from her squirting.
“That was beautiful,” I said softly to June.
“Stop that!”
“Who are you to speak?” I asked. “You referred to your own daughter as Cum Whore!”
Mrs. Rodgers didn’t have an answer for that.
“Do you love your daughter, Mrs. Rodgers?”
“What?”
“It was a simple question. Do you love your daughter?”
“I love my daughter…”
“How much? As much as any mother loves her daughter?”
“Certainly…”
I turned to June, and said, “Get me hard, June. Just use your hands.”
June nodded, and started to pull down my zipper.
“Stop that, June!” Mrs. Rodgers demanded.
My pants were undone, and I lifted my butt so that June could slide my pants and boxers down.
“June, do you love your mother?” I asked.
June answered, “Yes, Master.”
“Do you think she loves you?”
Without hesitation, June answered, “Yes, Master.”
I was hard now, the confrontation already having me excited. “Let’s see how much your mother loves you.”
I suddenly picked June up by the waist. It wasn’t an easy maneuver. Luckily, June didn’t fight me, despite the fact that I hadn’t warned her about this.
I moved June so that her crotch was right above my hard penis. “Mrs. Rodgers, your daughter is a virgin. She planned on saving herself for her wedding day, unlike you. Archy and June gave me her virginity to do with as I please. I’m now offering it to you. Say the word and I will let go of her waist, and she’ll impale herself on me.”
“NO!” Mrs. Rodgers was horrified.
“June isn’t heavy, but I’m not Superman.”
“Put her down!” June’s mother demanded.
I moved June body slightly downward toward my penis. I felt June react as the movement was very obvious where she was headed.
“NO! NO!” Mrs. Rodgers cried.
“You have two choices. I drop June, and then I marry her, because she wanted to save her virginity for her wedding night. I will find a justice of the peace to make us legal, as she’s of the age of consent, and I already have consent from my parents. Second choice, you accept that she is here of her own free will, and leave us alone.”
“You’re joking!”
Once again, I lowered June slightly.
“NO! Wait!”
Mrs. Rodgers looked in my eyes and saw nothing but cold, hard determination.
“I’m getting tired, Mrs. Rodgers.”
Slowly, Mrs. Rodgers got up. She looked at me with pleading in her eyes, but I think she realized that she hadn’t been nice with me, so I had no incentive to be nice to her.
“Will you let her down?” June’s mother asked.
“Down or off?” I asked.
“Off, dammit!”
“Will you admit that she is here of her own free will, and that you don’t have anything to justify a charge of rape?”
“Yes, dammit!”
I turned to June. “Please go to the kitchen.”
June’s mother watched her nude daughter walk past her into the kitchen.
The two of us stared each other down for a few silent minutes without saying a word.
“What kind of monster are you?” June’s mother finally asked.
“I’m not a monster. I’m a guy in love with your daughter,” I said. “She’s six months shy of being an adult, and she’d rather love her mother than resent her mother for the rest of her life.”
I turned to where June was standing at the entrance to the kitchen. “Is what I just said true?”
“Yes, Master,” June answered, nodding.
Mrs. Rodgers seemed quite mystified. “Who are you?”
“Jim Crittenhouse. I’m a good friend of your daughter’s and Archy Jonas.”
“Archy would never…”
“Never what?” Archy said, standing quietly in the doorway where he was for the last fifteen minutes.
“Archy! How could you…”
“Jim told you, he’s my friend, and he’s June’s. I can tell you truthfully that he loves June very much and June loves him as well. Isn’t that what matters?”
“But…”
“But nothing,” Archy said, interrupting June’s mother. “If you forbid June from seeing him, then you’re also forbidding her from seeing me. I know June, and she’s a very determined girl. She’ll obey you until the day of her eighteenth birthday, at which time she’ll move away from you. Is that what you want?”
June’s mother stared at Archy, and then moved her attention to me. As Archy said his lines, I had zipped up my pants. Once again, there was silence for a few minutes.
“June?” Mrs. Rodgers called out.
June looked at me, and I nodded slightly.
June answered, “Yes, mom?”
“Is what Archy and Jim say true? If I forbid you, you’ll just wait until you’re eighteen?”
“Yes, mom.”
I saw defeat in the woman’s eyes.
“Archy?” I said.
“Yeah, Jim?”
“I’m sorry you had to be a part of this. Can you come back later?”
“Yeah, Jim.”
“Thanks.”
The linebacker exited the apartment, shutting the door behind him.