Dot’s Bar and Grill

Dot’s my mother, however to the best of my knowledge the words ‘mom’ or ‘mother’ have not crossed my lips in several years. The name Dot however, has always been spoken with much love and respect, which she deserves. Dot’s Bar & Grill, that’s where I grew up. When Dot inherited the bar from my grandfather she used it as a great excuse to get rid of my deadbeat dad. He wasn’t going to live out in the country running a bar 24/7. Granddad renamed it Dot’s after the birth of his daughter in 1955. Wasn’t a big deal, just a little black paint above “Bar & Grill”. Dot’s is in Southeast Missouri and sits between two small towns about 15 miles in each direction. We have the same clientele night after night. Farmers, ranchers, construction, road crews and railroad crews etc. Dot figured out right quick she had to grow the business in some way. She brought in a band on the weekends and set up dart and pool tournaments. Dot’s attractions put us on the map, bringing in people from several states. Mom turned Dot’s into the place to go for all your “needs”.  Not many girls get to grow up in a bar. I’ve heard every dirty joke and I’ve witnessed life at its happiest and its worst. I knew who was sleeping with who and who was impotent. I knew who the real dads were to kids I went to school with. I knew who the sluts were 30 years ago and now sit on the front row of church every Sunday. I always identified myself with Gretchen Wilson although Dot said I was şişli eskort prettier. We look about the same to me. Dot is definitely the looker in this familiar however. She never leaves our small loft apartment over the bar, without her makeup and hair in place. Dot is all woman, even with her trademark cigarette always lit and dangling from her mouth. Men ogle her continually. Dot’s confidence and experience can handle any situation. There wasn’t much to do living above a bar out in the country. I remember that when I was 16 it seemed normal for me to wake up in the middle of the night hearing my mother getting fucked with some strange man saying her name. I’ve heard every variation imaginable. “Suck it, Dot”, “Roll over, Dot”, “Sweet Jesus I’m cumming, Dot”, “I’m sorry, Dot”, “Did you cum, Dot?”, “Can I cum on your face, Dot?” “Your pussy’s so fuckin’ wet, Dot”, “Can I fuck your ass, Dot?” Oh well, you get the point. I knew more about sex than any teacher in school did. I always took consolation in the fact that none of them would ever become my new “daddy.” Dot let me know at an early age they were just friends and wouldn’t be staying around long. However every Thursday and Friday night after the bar shut down, Dot got her “freak on.” Dot never had “guests” any other night of the week. She tried to preserve some normality for me. That doesn’t mean Dot didn’t get any though. I have walked into the storage room too many times şişli escort to count with Dot getting fucked or giving a blow job. I remember once when I was 16 I found her blowing a guy in the storage room and I stood there until she looked up and I asked if she could pass me a mustard jar. Dot and I don’t have any secrets, we are the only family we have and are quite close. Two women living together causes that. We enjoy each others’ company, always looking for something funny and in a bar there is a laugh just around the corner at any given time. Dot put me on the pill at 16, however I didn’t have any need for them until my senior year when I finally got a boyfriend. As Dot didn’t care, we screwed our brains out in my bedroom for my entire 18th year of life. Other than that I have only had 1 other guy and that was my 1st year of college. Dot once told me her “MAN” rules. 1. She never slept with any of them until they had hit on her 3 times. The first time they are just drunk and horny. The second time they are drunk and horny. But the third time they are either gonna be drunk, horny and aggressive or just drunk and horny. She figured if the third time and they aren’t mad or being asses for being told no then they were probably nice guys. 2. They had to be able to carry on a conversation for at least 5 minutes. 3. Never keep one around longer than 3 months. So… that’s my life. Driving home from college today, I figured mecidiyeköy escort in my head Dot’s man count, it comes to an estimated 116 men that I know about. I have never considered her a slut, however I guess she is one. I was supposed to go home Friday afternoon as usual, but I decided to skip Friday classes for a change and headed out Thursday. I was looking forward to getting back, home is where the heart is. It’s no secret I want to help Dot run the bar, but she insisted I go to college. I’ll never forget going in that apartment door and yelling, “Hey, Dot!” Our apartment is small and her bedroom door is immediately visible from the front door entrance. I saw her back to me in her bedroom and when she turned around there was a definite new experience. Dot had her cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she looked at me. My eyes were drawn to the big black cock she was wearing. It was probably a foot long and 3” in diameter. Dot had a t-shirt on and was bare assed under that strap-on. “What the hell, Dot! What the fuck’s that!” I yelled slamming the door and taking five steps through the living room into her bedroom. “Watch your language, Margie, (that’s me) I can still whip your ass,” she said smiling at me. “Seriously, what is that?” I said. “Oh, Chester bought it. He wants me to do him in the ass tonight.” “Mom, that’s sick, he’s got to go.” “Yeah that’s what I was thinking, but figured I would give it a try,” she said looking at me and grinning. She started shaking it back and forth at me and we both started cracking up laughing. I don’t know what possessed me but I dropped to my knees and grabbed it and started acting all stupid rubbing it on my face and licking all over it.