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Original posting date: 
Friday PM, Nov 08, 2002

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Filename: savingch.txt
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Story_codes: M/F, dad/daughter

Story_intro:  When my husband ran off with our daughter I was heartbroken. When I found out he was pimping her out I knew it was up to me to save her. 


Saving Chelsea

Written by lovelust


	I was supposed to be on a plane on my way to California. But instead I stood at the curb outside the airport. Snow was falling all around me as I waited for a taxi. "That bastard" I said quietly to myself. I was thinking of my boss, Mr. Peterson. We were going out of town on business together. Little did I know that there was to be no business on our trip. He had tried to hatch a plan to get me into bed. After telling him that I was a happily married woman he became irate. To top it all off, when our plane was announced as being delayed until further notice due to the weather, he went ahead and got a room at one of the hotels right outside the airport. He had the nerve to ask me to join him in the room for "one night of non-stop sex".

	 I could feel my blood boil as I sat in the back of the taxi. I wanted to just forget this whole day. Little did I know that soon I'd want to forget this whole night as well.

	I arrived home to a darkened house. Flinging my suitcase over my shoulder I quickly ran inside. I looked over at the large Christmas tree in the corner and noticed there were more presents underneath than before. I knelt down to look at the gift tags. There were two more for me, one more for Jason (my husband), and three for our daughter, Chelsea.

	 I walked slowly up the large staircase feeling so tired and worn out. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for a million years. I walked past Chelsea's room and peeked my head in. Surprisingly she was not there. "Must be at a friend's house" I mummbled to myself. I made my way towards my room and crept inside. I was in for the shock of my life. There was Chelsea, my beautiful 14 year-old daughter, making love to Jason, her own father! I stood in utter horror as I watched him moving up and down as he humped her. She was making quiet little moaning sounds and had her long athletic lags wrapped around his back. They were locked in a deep embrace. I turned and left the room unnoticed. I went to her room and sat on her bed with my head in my hands. I began to cry as I got the image of the two in my mind. "Bastard!" I cried. I must of sat there for at least an hour just sobbing and thinking of what to do.

	 Not wanting to face reality I ran down the stairs and out to my car. I sped back towards the airport. "I'll teach that bastard" I thought, thinking of Jason. I hurried into the Grace hotel, where Mr. Peterson was staying. I still had his room number etched in my brain and quickly got to it. As soon as he opened the door to his room I grabbed onto him and kissed him as I pushed my way inside. My hands ran through his dark hair as I pushed him towards the bed. Then he took control. Undressing me and himself he threw me onto the bed and jumped right on top. Without a single word he stuffed his meaty cock into my slit. He thrusted in and out of me deep and hard. Our lips pulled apart as he lowered his mouth to my neck and nibbled on me. It felt so good the way he did everything. I squeezed his cock as hard as I could as he came deep  inside me. He rolled off of me and layed beside me. "I'm so glad you changed your mind", he whispered. "So am I", I smiled.

	 When I awoke in his arms the next morning I felt confused. Here I was, a woman who only yesterday thought of herself as a happily married woman. That was, of course, up until the moment I saw my husband and my daughter in bed together. I began to try to think of any signs I might have missed concerning their relationship. Then I wondered how long it had been going on. How could I have been so blind to all of it?

	Reluctantly, I drove home. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to say or do. I had never felt so betrayed in my life. I kept asking myself why did I have to see them? Why couldn't I have not seen anything? I felt like I rather have stayed in the dark instead of seeing them with my own two eyes.  I walked into the house and found them sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast. "Hi honey" Jason said, getting up and hugging me. I didn't really want him touching me at all, but I gave into the hug and hugged him back. "Oh, mom, I'm babysitting for the Rosenberg's tonite" Chelsea said, wiping her mouth with her napkin. "Sure sweetie" I said, pulling away from Jason and sitting down at the table. The Rosenberg family lives right next door to us. We've been good friends with the family for years. They have two small children, ages 4 and 1. They're very well behaved kids who simply love Chelsea.

	 I decided it would be best if I just pretended like nothing was going on between Jason and Chelsea. 

	 Chelsea called from next door later that night and told us she'd be staying there al night. She said the Rosenberg's were stranded in the bad weather on their way home from dinner and they had pulled into a hotel on the interstate. Jason went to bed early, telling me how he didn't sleep very well the night before. I had to bite my tongue not to make any comments about that. I was feeling a bit restless and settled into a nice hot bubble bath. Just as I closed my eyes and layed back I heard moaning noises. I stood up and peeled back the curtain for a peek out of the bathroom window. After seeing what I saw I did a double-take. The window I was looking out of faced the bedroom window of Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg. I could see everything that was going on. Thelma Rosenberg was laying on her bed spread eagle as Chelsea buried her face into her crotch while Ted Rosenberg fucked her from behind. They must have all been hot to have that window open in this freezing weather. I could see the pleasure on Thelma's face as Chelsea ate her out good. Ted was pushing Chelsea's face against his wife's cunt as he pounded her fast. I began to feel a tingle between my legs as I watched all the action unfold. I ran my hand down my soapy body and began fingering myself. I was just about to cum when Jason walked in. He was half-asleep and had just wandered in to pee. Hearing the sounds of sex woke him up fast. He walked over to me and looked out the window. "Is that Chelsea?" he asked. "Yes, shut up", I whispered. I turned my attention back to the sex show as I played with myself again. Jason quickly got naked and stepped into the tub with me. As he stood behind me he ran his hand down to my cunt and began playing with me while kissing my neck. The trio next door switched around. Now Ted was laying on his back while Chelsea rode his face and Thelma bucked up and down his cock. She leaned forward and pulled Chelsea's face to hers to kiss her. Jason was now rubbing his cock against my ass cheeks as he pushed me slightly forward. With one thrust he rammed his cock into my hungry cunt. I bounced back against him to meet his every thrust. "Oh Chelsea, oh God baby", Jason moaned. I quickly came back to my senses once he called me by my own daughter's name! I pushed him away from me and ran out of the bathroom. "Honey! Sweetie! What's wrong?" Jason said as he followed me. I felt like my head was about to explode. "You son of a bitch! Not only do you fuck your daughter, our daughter, but then you have the nerve to call me by her name when we're screwing? You bastard!" I screamed, running to my closet and grabbing my robe. "What are you talking about? I never fucked Chelsea and I most certaintly did not call you by her name", he lied. I grabbed my coat and boots and left in a hurry. As I drove down the street I sobbed. I had no idea where I was going or what I was doing. I ended up just going back home. 

I arrived back to an empty house and a note taped to my bedroom door:

	'I never meant to hurt you. We never meant to hurt you. Chelsea has always reminded me of how you were when I met you. You gave me a beautiful daughter and I simply love her too much. I still love you but I need to follow my heart. I want you to know that this isn't one sided. Chelsea wants it too. She has always wanted it. Wise beyond her years she felt the chemistry between us and gave in. We love you. And we will miss you.'


	I fell to the floor and curled up in a ball crying. I had no idea where they had gone or if or when they would return. I would have to be strong and get through all this.

	 I didn't leave the house for days. I could barely function. But somehow I picked myself up and began to heal. I called all of Jason's friends and associates to see if they had heard from him, but they had not. Neither did any of the family. Chelsea's friends were all clueless to her whereabouts as well. I reported them missing to the police, who didn't seem to really care. They said they'd do all they could, which was little comfort to me. 

	 I had all of Jason's credit cards cancelled. But I soon found out that didn't matter. I called the bank to see much was in our accounts. I almost fainted when I was told Jason had cleaned out everything. I was floored. Lucky for me the house and cars were paid for and I make plenty of money for myself.

	As the new year approached I began to miss them. I wondered where they were and how they were. I had a lot of mood swings. One minute I hated them, the next I loved them. That's when I decided to hire a detective. My boss, Andy Peterson, offered all the support I needed.

	Within a few weeks of sending the detectives after them I had found them. They were hundreds of miles away in a seedy little town. It seemed that they blew through the money rather quickly and were desperate for more. Jason had gotten fake id's for Chelsea and had her dancing at a strip club. They were both whacked out of their minds on drugs. The detectives showed me photos of the two of them and the shitty apartment building they called home. I also saw pictures of Chelsea giving nude lap dances to creepy middle-aged men.

	 I packed my bags and headed for them. I wanted to talk to them. Sure I was so mad at them that I wanted to kill them, but they were still my family.

	 I staked out the building they had been living in. I saw them come and go as I watched them from a room I had rented across the street. Chelsea looked so tired all the time. I soon realized that she must have been making too much as a dancer. From my observations it was clear that she was also turning tricks. Jason would have her dressed up and looking trashy as she stood on the street corner looking for johns. It looked to me that business was pretty damn good. She had three times as many cunstomers than the other girls that worked the block.

	 I hatched a plan to save Chelsea. I figured that husbands are replaceable but not children. Despite everything that has happened I still love my little girl.

	 I hired a man to pretend to be a john. She got into his car and drove her around the block to a van I was waiting in. "Let me go! Let me go now!" she screamed as we forced her into the van. I had planned this carefully enough to where I had a syringe ready for her, a sedative to knock her out. I sped away quickly as she slept in the back. I drove straight through non-stop until we were home. I had to shake Chelsea to wake her. "Mom?" she mummbled as she opened her eyes. "Yes sweetie, we're home now" I told her, hugging her. "What about dad?" she asked. "We left him behind", I told her. I took her into the house and had her take a shower as I prepared her favorite dinner, fried chicken. She looked like her old self again as she came downstairs with her damp hair. "Smells so good" she said, sitting down at the table. She ate heartily, like she had been starving. "What happened to the Rosenbergs? I saw the realty sign on their lawn", she asked. "They skipped town right after you did", I told her.

	 I tucked her into bed that night, something I hadn't done in many years. "I love you honey" I said, kissing her cheek. "I love you too mom. I'm so glad to be home" she said, tiredly drifting off to sleep.

	









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