Daughter’s Dept

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Daughter’s DeptDaughter’s Debt….The story goes on a bit at the beginning, but I feel it needs telling, if you have time, please read.I know some of you like it when I ad a password for an album, just so you know what I look like, might help story along. Password for Album….hi, this is me….is….tina.Let me tell you a little about myself.My name is Tina Jones, I am 49 years old, at the age of 27 I became pregnant by my then boyfriend and I had a baby girl, before she was born her father left me for someone else and moved away and over the years we have never had any contact with him. When she was two I met someone and a year later we married, I was 29 at that time, within six years we had two sons who are now aged 15 and 13, my daughter who is now 22 moved out some 11 months ago.I am a little on the large size, fat I suppose, with large breasts that droop and sag now.All through my life I have been rather shy, quiet and maybe timid, I suppose a lack of confidence and easily frightened, I guess that was all down to being a large lady and my biggest fear would be for anyone to see me naked, or even just a little of me so I would always dress in a way to cover up as much as possible, around my own home I was much relaxed and sometimes I would dress to show off a little more cleavage, but that was just for my husbands eyes.Over the last couple of years, my husband and I had numerous arguments, which I hated and would upset me and I would dwell on for days on end, mostly centred on my daughter who he would often say I stick up for too often, even when she is in the wrong. The last few years are arguments got worse and worse and that was mainly down to my daughter who had gotten in with the wrong people and had started using i*****l substances, if you know what I mean, she would come round often asking, begging to borrow some money so she could pay what she owed and probably buy more stuff, and not just for herself, but her friends, or hangers on I should call them.She soon learned not to ask in front of my husband as he would always have a go at her.Seeing her upset would make me upset and when she put on the water works I would always give in, this went on for over two years and what little savings we did have, soon disappeared until we were desperate ourselves and couldn’t even afford to buy a washing machine when the old one broke, that’s how bad it had become.To make matters worse, my husband got a hernia so he was off on the sick because his employer could not find any work for him that did not involve moving and carrying heavy stuff.Now I even started to argue with my daughter as she kept asking for more money, money we did not have and she would leave in tears and my tears would soon follow.On a Saturday she came round and was even more upset than before, again asking for help, obviously we could not help and told her she was old enough to sort things out herself she left very upset but said I was right and she would have to sort it out herself, I asked her who she owed money too and she told me it was a lad called Adam that lived just round the corner from us in a small flat, I had past this Adam a few times going to the shops, always hanging around outside his flat with a group of other lads, he was the local bully and we had crossed paths with him before, well my husband has had a few words with him in the past because he was picking on our sons and their friends.On the Sunday I started to get worried about her and called her mobile numerous times on Sunday and over the next few days but she never answered, I called her friends, what little friends she had but they all said they had not seen her, I popped round to her small flat but there was no answer, my mind wondered from bad thing to another and even thought that she might have ran away and was hiding somewhere.By Thursday my husband had had enough of my constantly going on about my daughter and the lad she owed all this money too and told me so, saying he was off to the club for a few drinks.That upset me more as it showed he had no feelings for my daughter at all.He came home a little worse for wear pendik escort that night and the first thing he told me was he going fishing with two of his mates over the weekend, saying he needed to get away for a day or so from this mad house, and then he informed me that he had seen this Adam and his mates and had a go at them for me, he thought he was helping me, I thought, you stupid man, that is going to make it worse and I was even more mad at him.Friday morning and with our son’s packed lunches sorted, of they went, my husband went out to get some things from the fishing tackle shop and by early afternoon he left to meet up with his friends.It was 2 in the afternoon and my son’s were due home at about 3.30, my daughter still being on my mind I decided to go round and see this Adam, try to talk to him, plead with him and maybe find out if he new anything about where my daughter had gone.I was extremely nervous, and I had a lump in my throat as I knocked on his door, he answered and just said, “Hello”. I told him I was here about my daughter and new she owed him some money, he asked me to come in and I followed him into his flat, the living room was also the kitchen, he had 3 friends with him and I was asked to sit down on a chair at the kitchen table, I tried to talk but my voice broke up and I started to cry, blubbing out about my daughter, the others came and stood around me, Adam spoke saying that it was okay and that I don’t need to worry, he said that they were not as bad as people thought and that he was all right with my daughter, she had given him some money the other day, no where near enough of what she owed but he was, “Sound”, as he put it with my daughter, but he was mad as hell with my husband and told me he had a go at him in the street last night, pissed up he was, the prick.I apologised for my husband but he said it was okay, it was not my fault I had a dick of a husband.I thanked him again and stood up and made my way to the door feeling a lot better about the situation, as I got to the door Adam stopped me and asked for a favour, he said they were having a party tomorrow but him and a couple of his friends were bared from the Discount store and the others did not have an I.D. card as you have to look 25 now to by alcohol, would I go and get the beer in from there, he did not want to use any of the other shops as the prices were so high, he told me he would give me the money and said, “Please”, at the end.I thought about it, it was a Saturday the next day and had nothing much to do, and I thought about my daughter and decided I had best keep this lad happy.He said thanks and gave me a time, 12pm to come round tomorrow.I felt a lot better that evening and tried to phone my daughters mobile again but again she did not answer.The next morning I got up and feeling good about myself, it was a lovely sunny morning; I dressed and put on a nice white blouse showing a little cleavage and a short skirt, you could see my bra through the blouse but as I never leave the house at weekends it didn’t matter. The morning went on and one son left to meet up with a friend while my other son was in his room playing on the console, soon his friend came round to join him, his friend asked how I was and if I had any plans for the weekend, and then it hit me, I had to go round to Adams and go and get some alcohol, and it was 10 to 12, in a rush I went to my sons room.I told my son that I was going round to see a friend and asked him if he would be okay for a while; he was old enough to look after himself anyway and then I left.Knocking on Adam’s door he soon answered it and asked me in, he had 4 friends with him and he gave me a list, a list of beer and spirits to get and he gave me £70, I asked him how was I going to get all that stuff here, he said that I should just use the shopping trolley and wheel it here, not something I would do but I said okay. I did the shop and it was a struggle as I thought trying to push the trolley down the road to his flat, I was greeted outside by a couple of his friends who helped me take the heavy cases of beer and bottles into kaynarca escort his flat, I gave Adam the receipt and what little change there was, I was just about to leave when Adam asked me to stay for 5 minutes, have one drink, I said, “No”, and told him I don’t drink, well not beer, only a glass of wine with a meal now and again, he said they did not have any wine but just try one glass of punch a lad was making as he spoke, it will just taste of Orange, go on, go on he said.I wanted to keep him happy so I said, “Just the one”, and was led over to the couch.I looked around the room and counted at least 8 lads now, I was offered the drink, it was very strong and I coughed a little telling them that I think it needs watering down a little more. It was taken from me and I was soon offered another one, this tasted a little better, I had only taken a couple of sips and felt a little giddy, light headed, I am not use to strong drink and you could tell, I do like a drink of Orange and this tasted quite nice so I drank the rest of it, I found it hard to keep my eyes open and I must have nodded off for a short time.I opened my eyes, I had a lad either side of me, one had his hand on the top of my leg, I was offered another drink and I just took hold of it, not really wanting a drink, I took another couple of sips and looked around the room, it was packed with people, now there must have been at 13 or more lads and I noticed 2 black lads, now I am not a racist person, unlike my husband but I have always felt uncomfortable around people like this and these 2 were really dark black.That was the last I remember, I woke up at half past 6 on Sunday morning on top of my own bed, that is the time I usually get up during the week.I had a splitting headache and felt sore and tender all over, I could not move for a while, I looked down at myself and noticed that quite a few buttons on my blouse were in the wrong button holes and then I noticed that I did not have a bra on, and most of my left breast was sticking out of my blouse, I looked further down and my skirt had ridden up and my pussy was on show, I had no knickers on.I was in shock, scared and worried, I just lay there for another 20 minutes or so, trying to remember what had happened the night before, I tried to blank out the thoughts I was having but it was obvious to me what had taken place.I sat up slowly and gingerly, I took off my blouse and I could see my breasts were all tender and sore and a little red, I dropped my skirt to the floor and checked myself down below, I was also tender and sore down there and my pubic hair on my pussy was mattered which I can only imagine was sperm, I put on my gown and made my way to the bathroom, looking in the mirror my hair was also mattered and the skin on my face felt all dried up.I tried really hard to remember what had happened but felt that I must have had too much to drink and I did something stupid.I had a shower and then stayed in my gown for the rest of the morning, not wanting to put heavy clothes on my still tender body.When eventually youngest son got up, he asked how was I feeling, I asked him how I had got home, he went on to tell me that some lads had walked me home about 10 last night, saying they had found me staggering, drunk and had helped me home safely.He said I was a right mess and that it took him and 2 of his friends to get me to bed, he also told me that they took turns to check on me for the next hour or so until about midnight when his friends left.I thought back to this morning and what a mess I was in, my clothes, and hoped that they did not see too much.Soon after that one of his friends came round and asked me straight away if I was okay, I noticed he had a bright red face on him as he asked me that.The day wore on and I kept thinking over and over again about last night, trying my hardest to remember even just a little bit of what had happened.I had a quick flash back, one part came to me, I remember opening my eyes as a lad took the drink from me, thinking I was going to spill it, with eyes barely open I remember 2 lads squeezing my breasts kurtköy and then pulling my blouse away from my neck to look down at my breasts with a lot of lads standing close by, but then that is all I could remember.My husband came home and the day turned into the evening, still it played on my mind, I wanted to know what had happened, I was desperate to know.Monday afternoon my daughter walked in and told me, sorry but that she had sold her phone to pay off some of what she owed and that she decided to stay with a new friend she had made and didn’t want to bother us for a bit.I gave her a hug and all was good again.But I was still determined to find out what had happened and kept thinking it over and over again.Tuesday and I had an hour or two to myself, I sat in my chair, running things over in my head, I had another flash, I was looking down at my chest, my blouse was totally open and my bra was on show, a lad was pushing my legs apart and started to rub the outside of my knickers, then my head was turned and a cock was placed in my mouth,I must have closed my eyes again as that is where that memory stopped.I could not believe myself, how could I have let this happen, let it get out of hand like this, what must these lads think of me, they must have thought I was some sort of tart acting like this, I felt so ashamed of myself.Later that evening I was sitting on the toilet when I had another quick flash, I was still sitting on the sofa, a lad was still between my legs looking at my pussy, I could see some lads waving my bra and knickers about in the middle of the room, then my head was turned to the other side and another cock was placed in my mouth and I felt my hand being guided to another cock. I must have been that drunk that I could hardly move and my hand was being held and moved up and down the cock I was holding while the lad who’s cock I had in my mouth was slowly moving it in and out, sort of fucking my mouth but slowly and gently, again that is where that stopped.Early Wednesday morning, we were still in bed, I was asleep and had a bad naughty dream, well I think it was a dream, I was lying on this bed, in Adams flat, totally naked, a lad was either side of me playing and sucking on a breast each, my legs were being held apart and I could see quite a few faces of lads just standing there with bottles or cans in their hand drinking and just staring at me.Then my legs were grabbed and I was dragged and moved to the edge of the bed, and with my bottom on the very edge of the bed, a two lad’s took hold of a leg each and held them up high and wide, a lad who I think looked maybe 19 but with such a baby face moved between my legs and with a smile I felt him part the lips of my pussy with a finger and thumb, then he looked down and felt his cock slide up and down my pussy before he pushed, and was inside me.He started to fuck me, another lad moved up beside me on the bed and he took hold of my hand and placed it around his cock, again he grabbed my hand and moved it up and down his cock, helping me to wank him.Then another lad came onto the bed and leaned over my face, pushing his cock into my mouth.My dream then took me from one lad to another as it seemed most if not all took a turn fucking me.I woke up in a start; I was breathing heavy but quickly controlled myself and took slow breaths so as my husband would not hear me.It was only a dream; I thought thank God for that, well at least I thought it was a dream.I was now confused between what might be real or just my sleepy head playing silly tricks on me, because of what I had let happen the other night.The most I have had to drink before was two glasses of wine at a wedding once, I am use to having just a small glass with a meal on special occasions, and I had at least two glasses of this punch that I was offered that night, a drink I am not use too, it must have made me act silly, crazy and for the first time I thought that I should apologise to at least Adam for the way I behaved, and try to explain and say that I am not a person who acts like that and how sorry I was.I felt embarrassed, ashamed, me nearly 50 doing things with lads old enough to be my son’s.But that was not the end of it all. Please feel free to let me know what you think about this story and any thoughts you may have about how it played out.

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