Charity Starts At Home: Chapter 3 : Gotta Hve Faith

We sat in church listening to a sermon on the bonds of family, both Momma and I wearing sunglasses and feeling rather ragged. We were both suffering hangovers, but the nature of our hangovers were very much different. Whilst Momma’s head was pounding after along hard night of drinking; my body was aching from a long hard night of being pounded.

Sitting in the pew I couldn’t believe I was no longer a virgin! The last 24 hours had been very intense and I felt as if they were happening to someone else. I had always planned on saving myself for marriage, but I admitted to myself I loved what had happened and I wanted more and more sex. It was hardly this secret ritual between married couples that the church had taught me.. It was hot , raw sex, oure fucking and I wanted to do it again.

But not today, I was way too sore from last night when Bill and Denny had deflowered me, both my pussy and my ass. I was also sated, for the first time in the last couple days I wasn’t feverish around Momma. I finally had gotten a taste of her as well in last night’s debauchery; albeit she was drunk and obviously didn’t remember what had happened. I had my cake and ate her too.

The rest of the day was quiet, we had brunch, and hung out a bit. The trailer was very quiet that day as we both recovered on our own way. I don’t think we spoke more then a dozen sentences to each other the entire day, Momma and I were very comfortable in this silence. It was rather nice. Heck, we both hit the sack early and I had the first good nights sleep in what I thought was ages.

Monday morning came and I had survived the weekend, I had even managed to recover from my sexual ordeal for the most part. But my ass was still rather tender from the two big black cocks that pounded the hell out of it. And I woke up horny, it was only Monday though and I doubted Momma was going to bring home some men for me to sneakily on the side. I suppose I would have to settle for masturbation.

I woke up and diddled myself for an hour or two before eventually getting out of my room and facing the world, but Momma was already gone. There was a note on the kitchen table from her, in it she wrote that she was going into the city today to get some stuff for her boss and to pick up the special order bra’s for me.

This was very good news for me, I was tired of having to tape my boobs down with gauze to give them support, or having to wear bras whose cups were far too small for me. You see, I am a busty woman, always have been. I started blossoming when I was 12 and it seemed they grew huger every day. At 16 I was already a 32F. Yes, you read that right..32 F. Tiny body, huge comic book sized breasts. Fortunately for me, they never got any bigger as I grew older. Except when I was pregnant with the twins. The constant backaches and underwires digging into me were a daily nightmare ..but hopefully with the new bras it would be a thing of the past.

That left the entire day to myself , but there was only so much cleaning and watching TV one could do before getting completely bored. So I decided to sit out on our little deck and read a book. I had just settled into reading Wuthering Heights when the next step of my journey boldly announced itself.

Yelling and screaming erupted in the trailer across the road from us, it was bit ramshackle in comparison to ours, with a Confederate flag decorating the side. The voices were a man and a younger feminine voice screaming at each other. This wasn’t entirely new, I had heard them yelling before. Mainly the man calling the younger voice a slut, the younger feminine voice calling him a fat drunk lazy prick. This time was no different.

Except this time, the door burst open and the bearer of the younger feminine voice came stomping out. She was easily my age and very pretty. Flaming red hair, pale skin dotted with freckle with almost a tomboyish figure. He hair was in pigtails and she wore daisy duke denim shorts, a tied off top and was wearing what would be called “ shit-kicker” boots.
“ Fuck you, you inbred pig, I’ll see who I want, when I want!!! She cursed over her shoulder

She went to the couple steps that led off their little deck and sat down on it. She fished a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and lit one up. Beside her was a cooler sitting on the deck, she opened it and pulled out a can of beer which she proceeded to take a log swig of. She then looked up and across the lane at me.

“ What the hell you looking at Big Tits?, “ the redhead said staring at me

I was in a bathing suit tanning at the same time, so it was a little hard to conceal what she was talking about. I closed my book and almost subconscious tried to cover my boobs with them, but you would have needed a road map to cover my bust.

I looked over my sunglasses and said meekly if politely, “ I’m sorry, was just seeing if you were okay.”

She took a drag off her smoke and said , “ Yeah, I’m fine…..thanks”

The redhead said “thanks” almost as if she wasn’t used to saying very often, or at least earnestly. We sat there silently for a moment , then the redhead took a swig off the beer can. I suppose my concerns about being trailer park trash were somewhat overblown, if there was trailer park trash, it was staring at me.

“ You’re the new girl here, living with Dee, right?” , the redhead asked

“Yes, my name is Charity, Charity Jones, pleased to meet you.” I said politely again

The redhead smiled at this as if there was a laugh behind the lips. She was rather pretty when she smiled I thought.

“ Faith, Faith O’Reilly, guess I’m pleased to meet you too,” the redhead introduced herself enunciating the * pleased to meet you* distinctly as if trying to caricaturize it.

With that, Faith grabbed the cooler and walked over plain as day to our deck and sat down in the deck chair next my beach lounger. She sat down and extended her hand to me. I took her hand and we shook politely.

Close up Faith was rather attractive, with cute freckles along her nose and the most brilliantly sparkling green eyes I had ever seen. She ahd a girlish figure after all, she was just rather toned and smaller busted then myself. Faith obviously kept herself working hard, yet her hands were very soft..and firm.

“So, you’re Dee’s kid, must be fucked up finding your long lost mother and shit”, she asked

Clearly Faith wasn’t one for pulling punches.