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Bossy Little Bitch (MFf+ ped inc bond non-con beast ws preg extreme)
- a Phil Phantom tribute/edit by Nicholas Fellheimer:
http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/NicholasFellheimer/profile
- with special thanks to AnonyMPC:
http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/index.html
... for inspiration, admiration & appreciation.
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Jack Donovan eased past his naked thirteen-year-old daughter Ann as he left his bedroom ... and she entered. At 5:30 AM, they passed like thieves in the night; they gave each other conspiratorial winking grins, then pulled together in a tight, passionate embrace.
Lovely little Jan -- Jack's wife and Ann's mother -- slept soundly in the bed not twenty feet away. Jack couldn't resist a kiss after seeing his sexy naked daughter in the light from the hallway. Since they had broken the incest barrier (broke the living hell out of it!) just weeks prior, he still could not get enough of Ann's sleek, youthful charms: her tight, tawny skin; her full, supple 34-C breasts; her firm, curvaceous ass; and her smooth, hairless pussy. He checked everything during that exciting kiss while each kept an eye on the bed ... both pretending Jan was awake and watching.
Cute cheerleader Ann had a particularly good imagination. She assumed a provocative pose against the doorjamb: arms back, pinned, gripping the frame, knees out, humping her daddy's finger as it wormed its way in. She whispered, "Fuck me! Fuck me here, Daddy, please!"
Jack broke the kiss but kept his fingers in the gyrating, slippery cunt, saying, "We're taking too many chances as is. Besides, I can't trust you to be quiet. We have a plan. Stick to the plan, Ann."
Ann pouted. The pretty girl looked silly making that impish pout with four cinch-straps draped around her neck, a roll of duct tape in one hand and her other hand busy slowly jerking her daddy's cock hard. He had to have her, so he pulled her into the hall, turned her away, pushed her head down, and fucked her standing up; in minutes, Jack was slamming the cock to her exactly the way she loved having her daddy's nine-inch slab of thick daddy-dick slammed to her.
Once again, Jack marveled at the ease with which his long, thick cock entered the tightest pussy he'd ever fucked. Just two weeks prior, he'd had to work hard and use KY Jelly just to get the head in. Had she not been severely tied and gagged, savagely spanked and whipped and nearly choked unconscious, he'd have never managed that; getting the rest in past the hymen had been a major accomplishment.
Those first few times were rough on both of them, but once Ann physically and mentally adjusted to incestuous child molestation, tying her wasn't necessary. She took a raping well, and came hard when her daddy fucked her virgin asshole. Once she accepted that her father could care less if she got pregnant, gagging her wasn't necessary.
Now, Ann would spread her legs wide to take her father's cock, said nothing while he ejaculated, and no longer went dashing to the bathroom to wash the virile yucky stuff out. After just one week and at least a dozen hard fucks, she'd lie in the mess and let the sperm soak into her womb like a good victim should, masturbating and running her fingers over the long, thin marks her daddy's belt left on her smooth skin.
Little baby cheerleader Ann begged her daddy to rape her.
Now going into their third week, cute & curvy Ann remained slimy between the legs, always in a state of heavy arousal, and always with a cunt that was easy to access. She wore only skirts with no underwear: no top, no shoes, just knee-socks and a skirt. Rarely would they be in a room by themselves that Jack didn't bend her over and slip the pork to her, most often just to do it. Ann, more often than not, assumed the position with her skirt pulled high on her back and waited, using both hands to massage her cunt, her shit-pipe and anything that got close to her eager, sucking holes. Sometimes, she got cock; sometimes, she got a full-fledged fuck; sometimes, just a brief, brutal fingering ... but she always got something for being a good girl.
In that short span of days, Jack created a beautiful, vivacious, high-octane sex-monster that could not get enough and loved taking risks ... especially if her mother was around. He had to temper Ann's enthusiasm because she simply wouldn't. Going topless and barefoot was her own idea, and she'd let his cum run to her ankles if he let her; Daddy Jack had to wipe her drooling pussy and bubbling butt-hole and keep a close eye on her after a full-fledged fuck. It didn't take long before the whole family knew she was naked under her skirt, knew she shaved her pussy, knew that her asshole gaped, and knew someone in the house was fucking her.
Within that first week, all three boys saw their sister's provocative display and saw her getting porked or fingered. Jeff, the oldest at seventeen, saw a full-fledged fuck. John, the fifteen-year-old, watched a fingering, and Jerry, the twelve-year-old, saw his father pull a hard cock out of his big sister and heard her beg him to put it back in and cum in her pussy right before Jack raped her ass.
In the second week, all three boys were treated to everything many times over. They were welcome to watch and often pulled up chairs; all three of them came in their sister’s mouth while she got fucked.
So far, pretty Mommy Jan hadn't caught them in the act, but she knew what they were doing. She washed the sheets and had known from the start. Ann wouldn't talk, but Jan deduced that it was her husband doing the dirty deed. Ann got her message across in other ways: if Ann took a load of cum up her twat, she'd find a way to show her mother and would do so in the most obscene and dramatic way she could ... usually by asking her mom to check her vaginal shave.
Jack did all he could to stop Ann from doing these things, but nothing he did discouraged her -- he tried spanking her, whipping her, even tying her down, choking her, hog-tying her and beating her baby-pussy raw.
She came, screaming and begging for more, through all of it.
Lovely little Ann, it seemed, was horny as fuck and got off on the abuse ... and, moreover, she was determined that everyone in the family acknowledge the fact that she and her handsome Daddy were lovers: that they were fucking, and that they were trying to make a baby, that he liked raping her 7th-grade cheerleader ass and then cumming in her fertile pussy.
Jack gave up disabusing her of her plan days ago ... but the performance Ann put on at dinner necessitated a bold plan.
The family -- minus the mother -- came late to the table after being in the garage all during dinner preparation. Jack sent the boys on ahead. Ann would not let him wipe her pussy; he took his seat knowing what she was about to do. She did exactly what she said she'd do: the sexy little girl hoisted her skirt high and sat on the table after moving her mother's plate aside. She spread her legs wide, launching her three brothers from their seats to get a good look at her fucked beaver as she said, "Mom, would you check my pussy for any cunt hairs I might have missed? Daddy already checked, but I want to make sure before I wear my new bikini to the community pool."
As Jack expected, Jan threw her fork and stormed from the table. They needed a plan, real bad. They came up with a real bad plan. Jack thought the odds of their plan working were slim and none ... but if Ann followed his advice to the letter, the plan had a better chance than no plan. So far, she wasn't doing so good.
Daddy Jack had to clamp a hand over Ann's mouth to finish the fuck. Her overheating cunt never stopped moving, and he marveled at the way she could use her slippery pussy to milk his dick. Going into this plan with a cunt full of her father's cum was not a good idea ... but when she used her cunt that way, he was powerless to stop her.
While getting fucked, he whispered directly into Ann's ear: "God dammit, Ann, you're going to blow this if you don't follow the plan. You can't do this to her all at once. Your mother might come around if you take it in stages like we discussed; she's as much as a slut as you are. I know what you want to do, but ... baby, if you rub your messy cunt in her face, she'll ... Ann, please ... Oh God! ... Oh baby, yes! ... Fuck that cock! ... Oh, yeah!"
Anne got her sperm douche, uncocked, clamped her legs together, and faced her worried daddy, whispering, "Relax. I won't rub my cunt in her face. Well, I won't until I get her turned on, and I'll know when that is. Give me some credit, Daddy. Cunts, I know -- and she has a cunt that hasn't been fucked in over a month. You didn't lie, did you? You promised me you wouldn't touch her. Not even up her ass. It has been a month, hasn't it?"
"Yes, and I still haven't laid a finger on her ... but she goes without for months with ease. She doesn't have your sex drive, Ann. She never did. All cunts are not the same. She thinks she's a lady with a vagina, and she treats it like a vagina. She doesn't get a cunt between her legs unless she's half-drunk and after long foreplay. Even then, it's a pussy -- not a cunt. Your mother has never had a cunt. You can't just stick a dick in her and expect her to respond."
"You did put that strap-on dick in your night stand, right?"
"Yes, it's there, but I still say don't use it the first time. Stick to the plan."
Ann smiled, biting her lower lip. "She needs to get fucked like I got fucked. I know what it feels like to wake up from a sound sleep to find yourself tied and stretched out. I know what it feels like to have a hot and horny cunt that you can't touch. I know what it feels like to get fucked by a big dick when you can't do a damn thing about it. I know what it feels like to cum so hard from a rape that you fall in love with getting raped. I'm going to fuck her till she shits, Daddy. I don't care what you say."
"All right, Ann, but do as I said ..."
"I know, I know. I'll get her hot before she wakes up, Daddy. I know it works. She'll be drooling between the legs, dreaming of big cocks, then she'll wake up with my finger in her pussy. I'll fuck her when I'm good and ready, when her pussy becomes a cunt, and she'll be begging for it. You'll see, Daddy -- I’m your good girl."
Jack studied his daughter and saw a cocky, over-confident teen Marine. You can't tell them shit, and they think they can take on the world. He could relate to that. He'd been one. All he could do was wish her luck.
He kissed his lovely daughter's nose, patted her pert ass, and sent her into battle.
Ann eased into the bedroom and began slipping the looped ends of the cotton cinch straps on her sleeping mother's wrists and ankles. Fortunately, Jan was on her back; spread-eagled and tits-up. Ann was even able to position the arms and legs out to the four corners without disturbing her. She took most of the slack out of the straps, then quietly tore off a foot of tape and stuck it to the headboard just over her mother's head.
Lovely, tawny 13-year-old Ann then got on her knees at the bedside and leaned close to softly whisper: "Fuck ... Cock ... Cunt ... Pussy. I'm so fucking horny, and I need a big cock in my cunt. Christ, I want to get fucked ... I need to get fucked ... I'm SO fucking horny ..."
Ann saw that she was getting her vulgar message through when her mother stirred. Ann kept on talking dirty, and soon detected a slight rolling grind in the pelvis: her signal to go for the pussy. Excitement welled in Ann as she slipped her hand beneath the covers and sought out her mother’s smooth body, encountering the left hip.
Her mom wore baggy PJ bottoms; it was easy to slip a hand up the leg-opening. She soon felt pubic hair and felt a moist heat emanating from the crotch. Ann followed the heat to its source ... soon, she touched wet flesh, bringing about a moan and a strong stirring.
Ann was ready to quickly grab the tape and seal the mouth, but froze, waiting for the eyes to open. The first rays of late-spring, early-morning twilight were now filling the room with enough light to see. Ann remained still, watching. Her mom relaxed. Ann smiled and gently toyed with vaginal flesh, using a slow sensual massage to go with the vulgar dialog.
Before long, she could move the covering off the body, abandoning the cunt and returning without the cautious approach. She paused to cinch all the straps once again, then went right back to a slippery, over-heating vaginal massage that bordered on masturbation. She slipped her fuck finger inside to test the wetness, now unconcerned if her mother woke up. Each time, she found a wetter cunt to finger.
Ann loved feeling her mother's pussy, her first other than her own. She'd never given much thought to pussy, but her mother's had her intrigued. The pretty teen cheerleader smelled -- then tasted -- her fingers and decided she liked pussy. A lot.
In a matter of minutes, she decided she was strongly bisexual and actually licked her mother's cunt. She licked again and again, and then got serious: got down between the wide-stretched legs and sucked her mother's pussy until her mother woke up and said, "Jack, what are you doing? JACK! You untie me this instant! ... ANN!?!”
Ann looked at her mother's startled face over the crotch of bunched PJs, but kept sucking.
Lovely, sexy mommy Jan lost her shit. "Oh my god! ANN, NO! STOP THAT, DO YOU HEAR ME?! STOP THAT THIS INSTANT! ... ANN MARIE DONOVAN!"
Ann got up on her knees, straddled her mother's waist, took the tape in both hands, and sealed the mouth. Jan struggled violently while yelling into the tape, "UMPH ... UH ... GOMPF, DUMM!"
While her mother struggled and yelled her muffled outcries, Ann got up and strongly cinched all the straps until her curvaceous mother was stretched out in a true, drum-tight spread-eagle, firmly bound to the four corners of the bed.
Ann then took scissors from her father's nightstand and cut away her mother's PJs -- top and bottom -- rudely yanking out the remnants, leaving the pretty 29-year-old naked. She then turned on the light, came over, and studied the cunt. Cute little Anne studiously ignored the uselessly-struggling owner of the cunt ... for it was a cunt, not a vagina or a pussy, as evidenced by the puffed up labia, standing clit, inflamed coral-pink tissues, and copious wetness.
Sweet little Anne had to have more of that tasty cunt, so she settled in for a leisurely cunt lapping.
Ann sucked pussy while looking at her struggling mother's astonished, disapproving face, heavily etched with frowning wrinkles and wide eyes. While she sucked on the clit, she felt her mother's breathing become fast and shallow, saw the blush of arousal spread, then watched her pretty mommy’s head fall back to the pillow as all struggling ceased.
Ann grew more confident as she detected a slight movement in the cunt she was sucking: very slight, but unmistakable, like a war being lost between the forces of keeping still and ignoring what was happening ... and the much-more-powerful forces of an orgasm that wanted to convey to the mouth what felt best. Before long, it ALL felt best, and the motion could be seen as well as felt.
At this point, Ann's nasty mouth teased her mommy's hungry pussy.
Ann paused from time to time just to study her mother's sexy cunt, lazily toying with juicy parts or giving little kissing licks to nasty parts, poking and prodding the weeping hole, opening the swollen lips, flicking pulling, and pinching the clit. That vulgar beaver could take three fingers easy in a smooth fucking-motion; her gorgeous mommy was now struggling to get her knees further apart, trying to make her spread easier to rape.
Soon, Jan's head was up, looking: watching a young girl examining her mother's cunt ... and playing with it, almost fisting it. The frown lines were gone, and the eyes looked sultry, sleepy, yet awed by what they were seeing.
Ann noted the interest her mother gave to what she was doing, so she bared her teeth and lightly bit down on the clit while wearing a mischievous smile that brought the worry lines out again. She teased her mother by pulling the clit out, flicking the tip with her tongue and then increasing the pace of her four-fingered assault. Relief flooded the features when Ann released the clit and gave it a flurry of butterfly flicks.
Ann found she could make the cunt lift to her tongue by flicking her tongue JUST almost out of reach. Her mother could raise up rather high. By supporting her body with heels and shoulders, lovely little Jan could follow the retreating tongue by a good twelve inches.
When her pretty mommy followed, Ann rewarded her with a good clitty suck, but abandoned that when the orgasm looked impending. This would send the cunt crashing to the mattress and air rushing out through the nose. After a brief respite, the process would start all over again. She soon had her mother trained to chase tongue in a mad effort to get that orgasm she so desperately craved.
Ann had her mother holding the obscene, raised, vaginal offering for a licking, suck or fingering. The coltish teen loved this game, loved her mother's pussy, and loved torturing her mother and her mother's pussy this way. Like her father's cock, Ann couldn't get enough of her mother's cunt. This foreplay, which wasn't even in the plan, went way beyond schedule: lasting over thirty minutes, and the last ten had her mother in agony, sweating profusely, writhing in her bindings and begging wordlessly to cum.
Eventually, Ann tired of the game. She backed away from the beaver. The beaver settled to the mattress in total frustration. Ann crawled over her mother's body and got nose to nose with her to say, "Hi, Mom! Guess what? I'm bisexual."
She smeared her wet face on her mother's nose. The look her mother gave said, "I gathered that, darling."
Ann smiled and said, "I love sucking on your horny cunt. Isn't that great?"
The wide eyes seemed to say, "Please let me cum and then leave me alone, Ann. I mean it. This has ALL gone far enough."
Ann was about to remove the tape because she wanted to kiss the mouth beneath it, but the look said her mommy wasn't ready to kiss back. Ann didn't want her tongue bit; instead, she decided it was time to show Mommy her fucked pussy. She spun around to reverse their positions, then got her knees wide to each side of the head, placing her yawning, cum-drenched beaver right over her mother's face.
While looking down the tunnel of their bodies and noting that her mother was, indeed, looking into her cunt, not turning her head, Ann said, "Daddy fucked my pussy, Mommy. Can you see what he did to my poor little pussy? Daddy came in my pussy. He squirted his sperm way up inside my pussy. I think Daddy wants me to have a baby, don't you?"
Ann saw that her mother still stared, still didn't turn her head, even as the messy cunt got closer and closer to her nose, and then the nasty pussy sealed itself to her nose, smothered her nose, as Ann got up on her knees. Jan was now trapped and couldn't breathe. Ann didn't want to get off, so she pulled the tape off. Mommy sucked in a deep breath just before the pussy slid over her mouth, just as the bedroom door cracked open and paternal eyes took in the sight.
Seeing that Jan couldn't see, Jack opened the door and caught Ann's attention. Ann was now rocking her cunt over her mother's face, holding onto tits, smearing her mother's face from brow to chin. Ann looked at him through dreamy eyes with her bottom lip in teeth, her impish little vixen look. She smiled, gave her mother a good facial smear, and said, "Come on, Mommy. Use your tongue. Lick all that bad sperm out of my cunt. Don't let Daddy get me pregnant, Mommy."
Jan was struggling and gasping for air. Jack backed out, closed the door, sighed and went off to work; he didn't see his wife's tongue reaching up. Ann saw it and felt it when she placed her cunt-hole over the fully extended tongue. "Ummmm, yes ... that's a good Mommy. Yes, lick all of your husband's cum out of your daughter's pussy. Suck my cunt! Ummm, yes ... oh, you suck my cunt like a lesbian, Mommy! You like sucking on my cunt, don't you?"
Ann got up, turned around, and sat high on her mother's chest with her feet planted wide and her knees laid down, presenting a lewd spread which Jan licked. Ann settled back and propped her straight arms on her mother's protruding hip bones and watched the tongue licking sperm from her inner thighs. Ann said, "Lick it all up, Mommy. There's some down by my left knee. Get that, too."
Wordlessly, Jan strained to get at the lower thigh area where some sperm had run.
Ann grinned, biting her lip again. "There you go. Now, lick the outside of my pussy some more."
Jan had to strain forward to run her flattened tongue over the area between Ann's legs, though Ann made the job difficult by not bringing it closer ... and not holding still.
Again, Jan was being taunted and teased; again, she debased herself by going along, giving her daughter the subservient show she wanted to see. Later, there'd be no denying that she wanted to lick her daughter's pussy. Jan knew what Ann was trying to do, but the pretty mother felt powerless to control her lust. She saw no point in trying. She lent herself to the humiliating ordeal, an ordeal that grew more erotic and intense as the humiliation intensified.
Ann teased and taunted her mother mercilessly, assuming a variety of lewd pose: squatting over the mouth, doing the splits over the face, forward, backward, on her knees like a dog, ass up, all the while taunting her pretty mother. "You love sucking my cunt, don't you? You want to lick my fuck hole, don't you? Yes, lick my womb like a cunt-sucking dyke."
Ann played this game for another thirty minutes until she couldn't take anymore and had to cum. For this, she reclined fully over her mother on her back, laid her hands out along her mother's legs, and let her cunt get the steady sucking it needed for a climax.
The climax hit her hard, and she griped the flesh behind her mother's knees hard, digging in with her nails. Jan sucked the orgasm out of her daughter and then lapped the spend from the hole while Ann pulled the lips open for this intimate post-orgasm service.
Ann languished under the steady licking, then struggled up to watch. She rested her elbows on inner thighs down by each knee while pulling her cunt open in a wide oval. Jan didn't want to look in Ann's eyes while performing this vulgar service, so she kept her eyes focused on the spread and used her fully-distended tongue to lick in, over, and around the hole ... doing it in a way that she knew Ann would find most pleasing to watch.
Ann was pleased and said, "Yes, lick all around and inside my fuck hole. Lick up all my girl cum, my cunt honey. You must love my cunt honey, don't you Mommy? Daddy calls it slut-slime. He likes to call it that after he fucks my ass and I beg him to cum in my pussy. Which do you prefer, Mommy: cunt honey or slut-slime? Never mind. I can see you have your mouth full. You know, you remind me of a hungry bear licking honey from a jar. Then again, you also look like a lesbian licking the slime from a slut's cunt. I'm not sure which idea I like better. They both feel great."
Jan kept on licking. Her face burned with her arousal, and her loins humped air. Everything Ann said turned her on and her own pussy was driving her mad. Had her hands been free, she would have attacked herself; both hands would have begun assaulting her greedy cunt. Ann sensed this by the bucking torso she rode. She reached back and fingered her mother's sopping wet pussy, saying, "Jesus Christ, Mom, did you piss yourself? There's enough slut-slime in your cunt to drown thirty thirsty lesbian sorority girls."
Jan humped Ann's fingers and sealed her lips to the hole, sending her tongue in as deep as she could while looking into her daughter's face with eyes pleading for relief. Ann took pity, spun around, and entered into a sixty-nine: after a moment, she was devouring the sloppy beaver and triggering a mother's orgasm, which she rode to its conclusion. The pretty 13-year-old then lapped a little cunt honey of her own and got off the bed.
Jan watched Ann go to the night stand, pull out a dildo with belts and straps, then watched as her daughter put it on with practiced ease.
When the tiny 7th-grader mounted the bed, kneeling between her mother's legs with twelve angry inches of India rubber jutting out from her slender loins, Jan's eyes went wide. She said, "Ann, no, please -- I've had enough. You've had your fun, now let me go. I'll forget about this, but it has to stop here."
Ann stroked the cock, just as she'd seen her father do, and said, "No, we're not done. I'm raping you ... or can't you tell?"
"Ann, I'm serious. You're going too far. We both got carried away, but it ends right here. Right here, right now. You get down, take that disgusting thing off, and get these damn things off me. NOW!"
"Sorry, Mommy ... but what would a rape be without a good fucking with a big cock? Isn't this cock big enough for you?"
"Ann. I mean it. If you do this, I'll ... I'll ..."
"You'll ... what? Turn me in? Ground me? Get a divorce? Tell on Daddy? No. I don't think so. You'd better not. If he goes to court, I'll testify that you molested me and brought men into the house, had sex with them, made me watch, then helped them rape me. And guess what? Jeff, John, and Jerry will side with me and Dad. We'll all testify if we have to. You'll wind up with nothing but a cell mate. You'll make a good wife for a bull dyke."
While this sobering message sank in, Ann sank to her knees and brought the head of the cock to the pussy. She said, "Lift up like you did when I sucked you. You're going to get fucked whether you do or not, but it'll hurt at this angle. You'd better make me a better cunt to fuck, Mommy."
"Ann, please!"
"I'm counting to three. One, two ..."
The cunt came up -- and remained up -- as Ann smiled and pushed three inches in. The rest went in over the next minute. Jan strained to take the last two inches, but adjusted quickly as Ann began pumping the cock to her.
It didn't take long for Jan to enjoy the oversized invader, and Ann knew how to fuck a cunt. Before long, Jan welcomed the hard thrusts, and when Ann stopped pumping, Jan humped herself on the stationary cock. The taunts started right after Jan took over.
"Now you have the idea! You rape very well, Mother. My, but you are a horny slut, aren't you? What's the matter, hasn't your husband been doing his duty? Has he been neglecting your horny cunt?"
Jan, in a passionate sweat, said, "You know he has. Oh, god, fuck me."
"I don't know that for SURE, Mommy. I know he hasn't been neglecting my cunt. When was the last time he fucked you?"
"I don't know. A month, two months? I'm not sure."
Ann smiled. She eased back, allowing her mother to only work out on the first few inches. The gorgeous 13-year-old stood on her knees with her hands on her hips, watching her mother's pussy try in vain to get more inside, saying, "Oh, you poor baby. He was fucking me ten times a day most of that time ... and you knew it, too. That had to hurt. When did you know for sure that Daddy was fucking me?"
"I don't know, but I suspected him from the first time I saw the cum puddle in your bed, the one tinted with your virgin blood. I think that was two weeks ago."
"Two weeks and two days, but when did you know for sure it was him?"
"Can we talk later? Please, Ann, let me finish. Move closer and fuck me the way you were doing, please? ... Look, I'll do all the work, but I need you to move closer."
"First, tell me. I want to know what you thought, what made you think what you thought, and what convinced you beyond all doubt. I want details. Tell me, or I'll pull out and let you suffer."
Jan stopped trying to get off on three inches, slowly settled to the mattress, forcing the cock to angle down with just the head inside. She got her breath and cleared her thinking, trying to remember. She knew she'd get no relief until she turned Ann on, and by this time, she knew what turned her daughter on. She just needed to think about the presentation.
After a few seconds to get her thoughts together, wiggling on the tip of the thick dick inside her, Jan said, "I remember, now. It was the Saturday before last, five or six days after you lost your virginity. The boys were gone. That was the day you first started going about without panties on and shooting beavers. That was the first time I'd seen your pussy since you were little, and I saw that you'd shaved it bald. If you'll recall, I got a good long look because you plopped down in your father's chair and placed your feet on the edge of the cushion and started reading a magazine, hiding your face. I stared at your naked pussy from just a few feet away, almost head on. You were showing it to me on purpose, so I stared."
"Did it turn you on, Mommy?”
“Christ, yes.”
The pretty 7th-grader lib her lip. “What could you see? Describe the pussy you saw."
"I saw almost all. I could see inside the lips because you were aroused, swollen, raw from playing with yourself -- and very wet, slimy wet. I could see part of the hole at the bottom of your pussy crack, and I looked for leaking semen. I saw that the fluid leaking out was clear: cunt honey."
"You like that term, do you? Did you want to lick up my cunt honey? Did seeing all that cunt honey make your mouth water?"
"Yes, Ann, it did, and I never thought about vaginas that way before. I've never done anything with another female, never, until just now. I wanted to drop to my knees and lick you all over between your legs. I wanted to grovel in your pussy like I did just a while ago. You looked so clean and sexy, so feminine. You did make my mouth water, and that's why I never said anything to you about going without panties, shaving, or shooting beavers. When you started going topless, showing off your gorgeous tits, and barefoot, I swooned. God, you looked so sexy walking around like that in front of the family: so proud, so sexy, so fucking beautiful. You looked like a young sex goddess ... but it was seeing your shaved cunt that always devastated me."
Ann smiled big and pushed more cock into her mother’s sloppy hole, saying, "I knew it! I knew you loved looking at my cunt. So, what about when you saw it with cum leaking out of the hole? What about when Daddy was the only cock around? You knew it was him, didn’t you?"
"Yes, that was a shock. I thought that took balls. You amazed me. You go off with him, then return and resumed your reading, only now, I can plainly see the hole he fucked and all that cum pouring out, running down the crack of your ass, and puddling on the cushion. That left no doubt about who was fucking you. It hurt terribly, but ... Christ, I had to admire your audacity. You had no shame, no guilt, and I envied you for being so uninhibited. Your audacity also turned me on. You were so bold, so cool, so in control. It was like you were saying, ‘Yes, I fucked your husband. I'm his mistress, and I'll keep on fucking him’."
Ann was trying to masturbate around the cock and straps. Jan took advantage of her daughter's actions, raised her cunt, and fucked herself on it while saying, "I also got the message that you were having his baby."
"YES! That's the message I wanted to make sure you got. I wanted you to see that the cum was in my pussy -- not on it. Could you see that plainly? Could you see the cum oozing out of my ravaged cunt?"
"How could I not? You weren't the least bit subtle about it. You may as well have been doing the splits. I saw the entire hole this time, and I actually leaned in to look closely. I was fascinated by all that fresh sperm pouring out of my daughter's sexy pussy -- sperm that came from her father's balls. You caught me looking, remember? I said something dumb, like, 'I see you're shaving between your legs, Ann."
"Oh, yes. That was dumb. I made you an even better beaver and framed my cunt with both hands. I asked you to examine my shave to see if I missed any hairs. I knew you wanted the excuse to keep looking, but you surprised me when you knelt and got very close, breathing in my scent, then feeling with your fingers ... getting sperm on your fingers. That's when I knew you loved what you were seeing, and knew you wouldn't do anything to stop us. You wanted to see more, feel more sperm, and taste it. That's what you were thinking, wasn't it? You wanted to lick your husband's cum from your daughter's cunt, didn't you? That's why you made yourself scarce and became blind to all the fucking that was going on right under your nose."
Jan, now approaching orgasm, said, "Yes! I knew you'd show me your cunt after you got it fucked. I knew I'd get to examine your cunt with your legs as wide as you could get them, letting me feel all over, getting your father's sperm all over my hands. When that happened, I wanted to eat you so badly. It was all I could do not to lick you from your tailbone to your belly button. Last night, I had to storm off or I'd have made a fool of myself in front of the whole family. If I'd stayed a second longer, I'd have been licking your spermy cunt with the boys looking on, watching their horny mother lick their sister's freshly-fucked cunt like a starving bear."
"YES! YES! Oh, god, yes!...Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"
Jan came, too. They had a great mutual orgasm, then fell apart, panting. With her second release now out of the way, and her normal thought processes returning, Jan wanted up. Somehow, she had to set her daughter straight and end the madness. The line had to be drawn, and had to be drawn way back at the start. This all had to stop immediately.
When Ann started to stir, Jan said, "Ann, we need to talk. Let me loose."
Ann sat up and began undoing the dildo straps, ignoring her mother. Jan waited until the wet device was off, then said, "Come on, Ann. I'm serious. No more games."
Ann confidently reclined on her mother's left side, threw one leg over her loins, and laid the left arm on her chest, toying with the rigid nipple, lying over her mother's left arm with her head propped up in her right hand, looking into her mother's face as she calmly said, "But I'm not done raping you yet, Mommy."
"Yes, you are. I've had enough."
"So what? You're the victim. That's how rape goes. Believe me, I know."
"Are you saying he raped you?"
"The first few times, yes. At first, I didn't like being raped, but he didn't care. I didn't like having to lie there with my father's cum in my pussy, but what choice did I have? I knew my Mom wouldn't come looking for her missing husband. I wised up quick. When both parents want a girl pregnant, she'd best get pregnant and not make a fuss about it."
"Ann, I swear, I never knew, not until recently, and I never saw evidence of rape. That never dawned on me. You must believe me."
"I'm not buying it. You had to know. I left the bloody sheets for you to find, and the straps were still on my bedposts."
"Yes, and I questioned you. You wouldn't talk."
"Duh! Aren't most rape victims warned not to talk? Don't child molesters tell their victims not to tell anyone? You knew what the straps were for. The straps came from your locked adult toy box. Those told you who did it, and they told you it was rape. It's no big deal, now. It's not rape any longer, but you made this possible by turning a blind eye. I'm late for my period, so you got your wish."
"That is not my wish, Ann. I swear. I only accepted what I thought you wanted. Even then, I didn't accept it. Your father and I fought. I threatened him with divorce. I called him at the office when I saw what he did. He hung up on me. We fought again when he got home. We've been as good as divorced ever since. We haven't said two words to each other since that day."
"I call that an idle threat of divorce and acceptance. If you'd gone ahead and filed for divorce, and stood up to him, kept fighting, and watched him like a hawk, I'd think differently. What you did essentially said, ‘I have to put on a good front for the kids, but I'll be a good wife. Fuck her any time you want, Jack. Knock the bitch up. I'll be quiet. I'll make myself scarce. I'll do all I can to make sure she understands that she has no choice, that her Mommy won't interfere. Use her like your personal slut. Treat her like a fuck rag and always cum in her pussy. I'll see that she gets no birth control. I won't even bring the subject up, and if she brings it up, I'll just brush it off.' That's what you told him by doing and saying nothing.”
"Maybe he took it that way, but that was not my intention. I just wanted to salvage my marriage and you seemed okay by what he was doing. From what I saw, you loved all of it. If I read things wrong, or didn't do what I should have done, I'm sorry. I know I made mistakes, but I was very confused, upset, and disoriented. Up was down; down was up; everything was crazy; and I failed you. I am so sorry, Ann. I really am, but we can set everything right now. I can put an immediate stop to this. And don't worry, we'll get you an abortion."
Ann moved her left hand into her mother's crotch and began a finger-fucking massage, saying, "No, we won't stop it. I don't want it stopped, now. As for an abortion, Dad wants me to have his baby. I'm having it and you love it. Don't lie to me. I know you love it. You were in here frigging off while he was in my room pumping me full of sperm. I'll bet you had your ear to the door, frigging off in the hallway, hoping Jeff, Jerry, or John would come out and catch you, maybe all three. You wanted them to get all turned on, pull your PJs down, and take turns fucking you while you listened to me getting raped by my father, your husband."
Jan could not stop the rolling grind of her loins on Ann's maddening hand, though she did her best not to respond. The fire in her crotch only needed a little blowing to sprout flames. Jan pleaded, "That's not true, Ann. I swear I never did any of those things. You must believe me."
"I believe your pussy, and your pussy tells me you thought about it ... even if you didn't do it. Don't lie to me, Mother. He has slept with me in my bed almost all night, every night, from day one. I know you must have woken up in an empty bed and masturbated, thinking about where he was and what he was doing. Tell me you didn't. I'll know if you're lying. If you lie, I'll never let you lick my cunt again. No more cunt honey, not a drop, and I'll never let you lick me clean after a fuck -- never. So, think hard and tell me the truth."
Jan thought hard in a sweat as the fingering intensified, then nodded and said, "Yes, I did notice he was gone, not the first time, but the second, third, fourth, fifth, and most nights after that."
"And you masturbated?"
"Yes ... not the first time, which would be your second. I did after that. Every time after that. I masturbated when I knew he was raping you. I saw him leave our bedroom with the straps, and I started playing with my pussy right after the door shut behind him. I masturbated after you first showed me your pussy. I masturbated while he was fucking you in the garage, and again after I saw what he did, after I knew he wasn't pulling out. I masturbated every time I thought about it or saw any evidence that he'd done it again. I'm sorry, but it does turn me on. I do want you pregnant. I want you to stay pregnant. I want you to deliver his baby, your father's baby ... OH GOD! NO! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Ann stopped and got up to look down on her writing mother. When Jan stopped writhing, she started crying. She couldn't look Ann in the face and had turned her head away. Ann calmly said, "Mom, are you familiar with the expression, 'payback's a mother fucker? Look at me!"
Slowly, Jan rolled her head to look at Ann. She stopped sobbing and just looked. Ann waited, then said, "You are going to get pregnant for me. It'll be a bastard, and you'll bear that bastard, and it'll be an incestuous bastard, only you won't know who the father is."
"Ann, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying, you are going to start having unprotected sex with all three of your sons."
"NO! Ann, there's no way. I'm sorry that this happened, but I didn't start this. Your father did. He's the one getting most of the pleasure from this. He's the one that wanted you pregnant. If there's payback, he earned it."
"I disagree. He earned me. He won me over. He went after what he wanted and now I'm all his ... but you let this happen by letting him get that horny, then turning a blind eye when he found a solution. You might just as well have led him to my bedroom, stripped me, tied me down, and guided his cock in for him. In fact, I would have respected you more if you had.”
“I’m sorry, Ann!”
The pretty 13-year-old smiled. “I’m not. I'll do the same for you as you did for me, Mommy. I'll make those boys so horny they'll rape a three-legged, mangy dog. They'll get nothing from me. There's no dog, so guess who gets the attention? And guess who won't be wearing panties under a skirt, going topless, and staying barefoot?"
"If you think I'll go around like that, you're nuts."
"You will, or I'll go get the boys right now and you'll never be able to sleep in this house again without waking up bound and naked with a dick in you. The only question is, how would you rather get fucked? Either way is fine with me. Tell me now. What's it going to be?"
"Ann, you can't do this to me. I'm your mother. I'm their mother."
"So? You have a cunt, they have dicks, and they all shoot cum ... even Jerry. They would all fuck your sexy ass if you offered the slightest hint that you'd welcome a fuck. If they see you wearing only a skirt and know you're naked under it -- which won't be hard, because you'll wear my skirts -- that's all the hint they'll need. If they see you like that, you're fucked. If they see you like this, you're fucked. You're fucked either way. Well?"
"For god's sake, Ann. You're asking the impossible. I could never be like that, not with my sons. When you're a mother, you'll understand."
"Yes, and thanks to you, I'll understand in less than nine months. You owe me, and you're going to pay me back. You’re my bitch now."
"How could you treat me this way, Ann? Do you hate me that much?"
"I don't hate you at all! I love you, and I love what you did. I'm thrilled that this turned you on and you went with it. You were great, Mom. Really. I love all of it. I still owe you, and you earned payback. I don't get mad, I get even. There's no malice, none ... but I am determined that you get what I got."
"Sweetheart. Our situations are different. I won't enjoy this, none of it. I'll never adjust. I can never be uninhibited like you. I would die if I had to go through one tenth what you've been through. As for having a baby: I've had four, and been having them since I was your age. I'm twenty-nine. I want my baby-having days to stay behind me, Ann. There's also a huge difference between a budding young teenager having sex with one man, even her father, and a mother having sex with three of her minor sons."
"I see no difference. Incest is incest. Numbers don't count."
"You can't be jailed for what you're doing. I could be put away for a very long time. Think of something else, Ann. Under the circumstances, I think I'd be inclined to go along with just about anything else. Make me your pussy slave. I could do that. I'd enjoy that, even in front of the whole family. I'm almost there, now. Bring your affair out in the open. I'll wait on you hand and foot. I'll hold his balls while he fucks you. I'll lick you while he fucks you, in front of the boys, in the nude. Make me stay nude. I think I could deal with that. I think I could adjust to that. That could be fun, fun for all. I know the boys are interested in seeing what I look like naked."
"They are, and you'll do all those things ... but I want you to be a slut for them just like I'm a slut for Daddy. Any time one of those boys wants a cunt to fuck, you make sure your cunt is ready and waiting. We should never see you without cum runs that go to your feet. Don't ever wipe -- and after a bath, you make sure there's someone ready to fill you up again and soil your sexy fucking legs. If I ever reach between your legs and don't get cum on my fingers, I'll keep you naked with your hands bound behind your back. And I will be checking, often."
"You do, and I'll slap your god damn face."
"If you ever lift a finger to stop me, or have a clean dry pussy, it'll be rape, rape, rape after that, and Dad can see to it that you get naked and bound."
"He would never dare."
"Oh? If he ever wants any more of my willing pussy, he'll dare. And, Mom, I have him hooked on my tight pussy. He likes it much better when I fuck him. He'd feed you to wolves, one piece at a time, if I asked him nicely. Don't make me use force. I will. I could get very ugly if you resist. If I show you my pussy, you get down on your knees and grovel in my cunt, just like you did, only you'll do it in front of everyone and anyone. From now on, you worship my cunt, and you let everyone see you at worship."
This bold declaration left Jan open-mouthed but speechless, so Ann went on, "If I even think you're using any form of birth control, I will get ugly. I'm serious. Don't fight me. You're getting pregnant. You are back in the baby business. That much I guarantee. Whether you have any fun getting pregnant is up to you."
"Oh, Ann, no."
"Oh, Mom, yes. I'll tell you this much. While I'm fucking Dad, you aren't getting any from him. The only cock for you is between your sons' legs. Lucky for you, you had three. One little dick would hardly be any compensation at all. Actually, Jeff has a pretty big dick, and John is impressive. Jerry is kind of puny, but he's the horniest. You'll do okay. Now, I'll ask you one last time. How do you want to do this: the easy way or the hard way?"
Jan let her head fall back and stared at the ceiling, weighing options. She knew Ann was dead serious and determined. She had a right to be. When Ann gave up waiting on her answer and started for the door, Jan raised her head and said, "Wait! I want to do this the easy way."
Ann turned and smiled. She folded her arms under her pert breasts and said, "We'll try the easy way, but one slip, one show of an attitude, one balk, one raised voice, threat, or slap, and you'll be naked in cuffs and I'll be holding a thin belt. To tell you the truth, I hope you fail. I think that would be kinda fun training you the hard way."
This statement made Jan gulp. Ann advanced to the bed wearing a wicked grin. She said, "You know, Mom, I can see this isn't that much of a challenge for you.”
“It’s not?”
Ann sat on the bed at Jan's hip, took the dildo, and aimed it at her pussy, saying, “No, not at all. And I wouldn't want this to be too easy.”
With that, the slender teen he pushed the dildo in halfway and held it there.
“Ann, this isn’t easy at all.”
“Sure it is, Mommy. We need a good ice-breaker, something that will show you in a new light, something that will show them just how horny and hard up you are. Even if you walked around naked, frigging yourself, the boys might be too intimidated to make a move on you. They've seen me naked and they know I love to get fucked, but no one has tried to make a move on me. Except putting their dicks in my mouth while I get raped, and that hardly counts."
Jan was looking at the dildo, which Ann was now moving and twisting, as she said, "What do you have in mind?"
"Up to a challenge, are you?"
"Well, I need some sort of ice-breaker if you want them all fucking me. I can't just walk out and say, 'Hey, boys, I'm your slut, now. If you feel like fucking a woman's pussy, fuck mine.'"
"You're right, Mommy. That would be tacky. You know what always turned me on, my number one fantasy before Dad raped me? The fantasy I masturbate to more than any other?"
"No, what?"
"I picture a sexy woman that gets so horny she takes a dog for a lover. Sometimes I picture me as a housewife, sometimes you, sometimes a sexy movie star. Mostly, I see you. I can see you being that horny, especially now that you're not getting any human cock. Do you ever think about dogs or any animal as sexual partners?"
"I think all women have, but fantasy is one thing. I could never do that. I am capable of getting down and dirty, but I could never sink to perversion. Having sex with any animal is as perverse as it gets. Maybe you could, but I couldn't."
The pretty little cheerleader smiled, biting her lip slyly. "Then this will be a challenge, won't it? I have the perfect dog, too. You know that big, black lab that always comes around looking for scraps, that nasty crotch sniffer with a constant hard-on poking out of his sheath, all red and shiny? I love that long, thick slab of dog cock. That dog sure has a beautiful cock, doesn't he?"
"Ann, don't even think about it. I'm serious. I couldn't do it, even in total privacy, and that animal disgusts me. That dog needs to wear pants. He's obscene."
"This is getting better and better. The next time he scratches at the back door, I say you invite him in. I say you let him get a good whiff of your cunt, and let him lick it. Lean back against a counter and put a rolling grind in your pelvis while he's licking. You don't care who's watching because you're getting your horny cunt licked. You lift your skirt so you can see. Now, everyone can see, but you don't care. You pull the lips apart and say, 'Nice doggie. Lick my pussy, nice doggie.'"
Ann had the cock moving in deep strokes and also had her mother's hips rolling, breathing hard, breaking out in a worried sweat as she said, "Please, Ann, don't. Not this. Anything but this. You're talking crazy, now. You're going way off the deep end. I've accepted that you can turn me into an incestuous slut. I even accept that I must get pregnant and bear a son's bastard. You cannot turn me into a human bitch. That goes way beyond payback. That would be gross exploitation."
"No, this is too perfect, too perfect to pass up, and I'm in a win-win situation. If you don't make that mutt your lover, I'll get to use the belt on you. I'll see that you become a good bitch if I have to whip your cunt to make you one or send you to prison. You'll suck his dick and swallow his load. He'll be your lover regardless, and after he gets some of your fine bitch pussy, he'll be scratching at the door for his bitch ... and when you hear him scratching, you'll strip naked and come running, wagging your tail and offering your bitch cunt. I want to see you grovel with a dog's cock in your mouth. We would all like to see that."
"Oh, oh, oh, Ann, you can't mean that."
"Oh, but I do, and you know what? I think this turns you on. The best part is, after Jeff, John, and Jerry see how hard up you are, when they see their sexy mother acting like a bitch in heat, they'll have no qualms about sticking a dick in you. There's your ice-breaker, Mommy. And we're going to break that ice this morning. He comes around pretty regular, but we only see him on weekends. You must know his schedule by heart. When will your lover boy come scratching at the door? When should we plan breakfast? Come on, Mom. Don't make me resort to threats. I'm going to get my way. Resolve yourself to becoming a full-fledged human bitch to amuse us. Let's do this the easy way, too."
Jan mulled this over, saw the absolute determination in Ann, then let out a long surrendering sigh and said, "He usually comes around nine. That's when I set the breakfast scraps out for him."
"I thought he disgusted you. Sounds to me like you've been luring him here. You're here all alone, horny, no one's looking, and he can't talk. What do you serve those scraps in, your cunt? He's already your lover, isn't he? You've already sucked that cock, haven't you?"
"No, but I do let him lick my pussy. I let him into the kitchen, and I'm usually naked or wearing just my robe. I've thought of doing more. I just couldn't bring myself to do more."
"Did you think about sucking his dick? Do you think about sucking him till he cums in your mouth?"
"Yes. I've recently taken to jacking him off. He cums in my hand. I've tasted his cum. I lapped some from my hand just the other day. Thanks to you, I've been very horny lately, horny enough to think seriously about taking a doggie lover and going all the way. I knew it would happen. I'm very close. If I'm going to do it, I may as well bring it out in the open and amuse someone."
"Really! Would you suck him and swallow his load? Did you swallow what you tasted?"
"Yes, and if he came in my mouth, I'd swallow it all. I want to suck him more than I want to fuck him, and I want to fuck so bad I'll do it in a crowd with cameras. Fuck, I'm so fucking horny right now, I could scream. Yes, that feels great! Fuck me, Ann! Fuck your mother's horny bitch cunt!”
Ann pulled the dildo out just as Jan was cresting. “Time to get up, Mommy.”
“OH NO! Ann, don't stop! Not now! Oh, fuck!"
Ann tossed the dildo and began removing cinch straps, saying, "I want you horny. It's seven thirty. You have an hour and a half to get ready. Shave your cunt and get dolled up. Wear something sexy, a going-out-dancing dress. The red dress. Yes, the red dress with high heels. They love seeing you in that short dress, and your legs look fantastic when you wear heels. Keep the dress on while the dog fucks you. Pull the top below your tits right after he starts licking. Play with your tits while you lift the skirt high."
Jan was now free, sitting up, rubbing her wrists while listening. She got off the bed and looked down on Ann. This didn't set well with Ann, so she ordered her mother to her knees. Jan went to her knees and Ann moved close and jutted her loins out with bowed knees. Jan began licking without being told and soon had a good grovel going, which greatly pleased Ann.
Jan reached through Ann's legs and curled her fingers around each hip, pulling, encouraging Ann to keep moving forward over her leaning back body. Ann was now pleased as punch as she came to stand in a wide stance directly over her mother's slavishly sucking mouth. Her mom was groveling even better than before, only this time, her eyes were looking up into Ann's.
That was much better.
Ann massaged her own tits and tweaked her nipples while impishly biting her lower lip. She soon had a good pelvic grind going and the tongue up her cunt felt like an eel. Her mother loved groveling in pussy and Ann loved having her pussy groveled in. She couldn't think of anyone she would rather have groveling between her legs than her own lovely mother with the pretty face and big blue eyes.
Ann was in heaven and building rapidly to orgasm. The exciting image of her pretty mother groveling equally well in a dog's loins flooded her fevered mind, adding lust upon lust. She said, "You're going to make a good bitch, aren't you?"
The head nodded enthusiastically and the eyes said, "YES!"
Ann said, "Are you going to suck him off first thing? Will you suck him to a climax as a warm-up? Will you show us your mouthful of dog cum, then swallow it slowly, savoring every drop?"
Again, the head nodded, but this time, she uncunted to add, "Yes, and after I swallow it all, I'll open my mouth wide and show each of you that your mother is a good bitch that swallows all of her canine lover's cum."
She immediately returned to her licking suck. Ann, on the verge of a screaming climax, cried, "Oh god, yes. You're dying to show us how much you love your doggie, aren't you? You'll worship his cock the way you worship my cunt. When you fuck him, you'll fuck him on your back with your legs wide so we can all see the dog's cock fucking your horny cunt. That's how you love to fuck a dog. You like putting on a good doggie fuck show, showing off your sexy bitch pussy. Isn't that right, Mother?"
The hard nod made Ann cum. She screamed out her long bucking release, then collapsed. Had her mother not had such a tight grip on her hips, she'd have taken a nasty backward fall. As it was, she fell forward over her mom and pinned her to the floor, folded back at the knees.
Jan waited for Ann to regain her composure. While waiting, Jan stroked Ann's face and, combed fingers through her hair, admiring her daughter's beautiful features in post orgasmic bliss. That she was making her little girl happy beyond measure was delightfully obvious. Any anxiety she still had slowly dissolved in the love she had for her remarkable girl child - her little sex kitten.
The post-act remorse that normally hit her hard after any abnormal sex act didn't happen this time. She felt no shame and no guilt and knew she could give her daughter the payback she wanted. The guilt over what she'd done to Ann, the guilt she carried like a heavy burden from the day after the first rape, dissolved also.
She didn't think that guilt would ever go away, but just looking into the face of her blissfully content child made all the guilt go away. She now saw that, for once, she did something right by silently encouraging Jack to keep on molesting their daughter.
Daddy got her subtle message loud and clear ... and so did Ann.
Jan now thought she did the right thing by not saying a word to anyone about the outrageous way they carried on their illicit affair, almost openly, allowing Ann to go topless, barefoot, without panties, totally naked at times, ignoring the numerous and shocking displays of her shaved pussy, going along with every request to examine her shave, usually right after a messy fuck, usually with others looking on, feeling, using both hands, feeling through sperm, spreading their incestuous fuck all over the plane of her daughter's slippery crotch under fascinated male eyes, the only exception being the previous evening at the dinner table which Jan now regretted.
She'd done almost as much several times before without bolting. The truth was, she did bolt because she didn't think she could resist using her tongue instead of her fingers.
There was no need to be subtle any longer, if she ever had been. She certainly never fooled Ann. She didn't want to be subtle; she wanted full and active participation. She wanted to serve them both in every possible way a wife and mother could serve incestuous lovers.
She gave Ann tender kisses, seeking contact with the lips. Ann slowly raised her head to allow that intimate contact. She got a passionate kiss with a tongue in her mouth. Ann loved that kiss but decided not to respond, liking it better because she simply permitted her mother to show her desire, holding her mouth open for it.
Jan quickly caught on and abandoned the idea of a kiss between equals, between lovers. Instead, she used her mouth and tongue on her daughter's mouth the way she used them on the mouth of Ann's cunt. She licked all around inside, outside, and sucked on fleshy parts. She laved teeth, gums, inside cheeks, and the back of her throat. She sucked tongue and lips, as Ann yawned her mouth wide to assist in this subservient service. Jan now understood that they would not be lovers.
Jan accepted that reality and found that she liked the idea. Under the circumstances, with the new order of things, it would not be proper. Ann was now the woman of the house; Jan was the bitch, the maid, the cook, and breeding slut to the boys. She resolved never to forget her place, and demonstrated that resolve in the way she serviced Ann's mouth.
Ann enjoyed a long demonstration of subservient mouth cleaning, then curiosity made her back off to look her mother in the eyes. She was dying to know what she was thinking to bring on this unexpected demonstration. She could almost feel her mother's thoughts. She said, "What are you thinking about?"
"I want to talk about this. Can we take this discussion into the bathroom? This position is killing me."
Ann got up and helped her mother up. Jan shook out her cramped legs then said, "Would you check to see if the boys are up? It's not that I don't want them to see me naked. I want the first time to be when they see me with the dog -- honestly."
"They're sleeping in. Dad said we could all skip school today. They were up until two in the morning, talking about the family crisis you caused when you stormed off. Dad was sure you were going to see a lawyer or to the police. He brought them into the planning for a way to get you back in line. I listened for a while, but I got tired of all their boring ‘what ifs’. None of them knew what I knew. None of them knew how hot my rapes made you; none of them knew how rubbing Daddy’s fuck into me made you rush off to masturbate. I wasn't worried one bit, but there was no convincing them. Dad was the worst. He was a nervous wreck."
"I'm not surprised. He has never been in touch with my true feeling and sexual needs. He attacks me when I'm cold and ignores me when I'm hot. All men are basically that way, but he's impossible. I knew you saw through me, and I think Jeff saw through me, too. You should know."
"He didn't. He is just as dumbfounded as the others. If anything, Jerry is the one who suspects you're getting off on the whole situation. He can't believe it, but he's no dummy. He knows you check my shave the way you do because you love doing it, and he can see you love playing around in a spermy cunt most of all. The others, even Dad, think you're just humoring me to keep peace in the family. When you threw your fit, they were convinced that they were right and Jerry was wrong. Jerry still sided with me and said you left because you couldn't take anymore teasing without giving in and using your tongue."
"That's interesting. I never would have thought that about Jerry. I'm not even aware that he knows I'm female."
"He knows ... believe me, he knows. He's just very cool about not showing that side around you. He feels very guilty about the sexual fantasies he has about you. Mother-fucker is not exactly a term of honor among boys, even for teens with a mother as sexy as you. He thinks there's something wrong with him because he aspires to being a mother fucker."
"Is that so? He's barely into puberty."
"He talked to me about that months ago, back when I was pure and simple. I knew enough to reassure him that such thoughts are natural. We had a very open and mature talk about masturbation and fantasies. He told me his; I told him mine; he showed me his; I showed him mine; before long, we were masturbating for each other. We got together at least three or four times a week after that. That was my sex life until I got raped. He really has a thing for you, and I made him a huge bestiality fan. You fucking dogs is all he thinks about, now."
They moved across the hall and into the bathroom. Jan drew the bath and sat in the shallow water as it filled. Ann took a seat on the lid of the toilet with her wide feet planted on the rim of the tub, framing her mother's upper body. Jan merely had to reach to feel Ann's cunt, which she did quite often. Ann always made room for her mother's fingers. She was getting fingered when she said, ""What were you thinking about when you were licking the inside my mouth?"
"About things. About how things will be from now on. I was thinking we should switch rooms. You belong in the master bedroom with the master."
"You're right; I should be in the master bedroom. We’ll switch. What else?"
"I was wondering if you'd make me wear a dog collar, just a dog collar with matching high heels. I figure a good human bitch should dress the part and always be available to her doggie lover. We can keep the dog, you know? No one owns him. Whoever put that fancy collar on him with his name and address moved away and left no forwarding address. His name is Spike, by the way. He's a stray. I asked around."
"I'll bet you did. You will wear a dog collar, always, not just in this house. You'll wear it everywhere you go. You are a human bitch, so you'd best get used to looking like one."
"I figured you'd want it that way. Everyone around here knows his name and his collar. I was wondering if you'd make me wear his collar. It fits my neck perfectly, and anyone in this neighborhood who saw me wearing Spike's collar would know whose bitch I was. I got lots of knowing looks when I took him around, asking about the owners."
"I'll just bet you did. I'll bet you wore a skirt, didn't you?"
"Yes, and you know Spike. Whenever we stopped, that head went up my skirt, front or rear. Stopping him was impossible, and he had all twelve inches of that cock out. He even jumped up and humped my leg. I actually spoke to smiling couples with him hugging me in a death grip around my waist with his dick poking at the crotch of my panties. No one ever offered me help in controlling him, not even those holy rollers next door ... and they were my first stop, and they had company. Six people crowded the doorway, watching Spike hump me from behind while I stood on their doorstep. They kept me there asking dumb questions, so I quit fighting him and just stood there, letting him hump me while trying to answer their questions."
"Oh God, Mom, you fucking horny bitch! That's right out of my fantasy. Tell me about that. It had to get better. Did he cum?"
"Yes, but he came on the inside front of my skirt. They were watching his dick poke my skirt out at the crotch with every humping thrust. All eyes were on my crotch, watching my skirt bob. When he came after about five minutes of humping his cock through my clamped thighs, they watched the spreading wet spot grow to cover my entire front below the waist. I looked like I'd pissed myself and then they saw his cum running down my legs clear to my heels. He cums a cupful at least. No man can cum that much. They won't be the least surprised seeing me wearing Spike's collar."
"That's great! When Spike starts licking your twat, I'll remove his collar and place it on your neck. After we consummate this marriage, you and I are going around the neighborhood again to make sure he has been abandoned. This time, you'll have his cum on your legs and you won't be wearing panties. This time, if he gets frisky, you'll stand there and get fucked outdoors where anyone can see you. I might even lift the front of your skirt so the people we're talking to can see your bitch pussy in action. What do you think of that, Mother? Can you be a bitch in public?"
"I already have been. That wasn't the only place he mounted me, and they weren't the only people that saw me take it to a climax. I've been hitting three or four houses a day for over two weeks. I only go out when he's horny. He can cum twice before he loses interest. When he stops being nasty and frisky with me, I give up and go home. No one in this neighborhood will be at all surprised to see me wearing his collar. I'm surprised word hasn't gotten back to you kids, or has it?"
"No, it hasn't. If it had, we'd all know. You only did this when kids were in school, didn't you?"
"Yes, and it was hard catching some of these neighbors at home in the quiet morning after the kids leave."
"I'll bet. Not many parents would share their exciting morning with their kids."
"I suppose, but I figured at least one out of the thirty or forty I gave exhibitions to would. I knew it would only take one to get all over the schools. I dreaded that day, but I knew it was coming. I couldn't stop once I had that experience with the holy rollers. I honestly didn't think anything like that would happen, and their reaction to it floored me. That happened the day after your rape, and I was honestly trying to find out how to get him back to his owners, because I wanted him locked up. I was just too keyed up to be dealing with a horny dog scratching at my door. I knew if I had to keep seeing that horny dog with my horny cunt in the shape it was in, there'd be big trouble."
"So, why did you put on a dress? You knew better."
"I just threw something on without thinking, grabbed his collar, and dragged him along. He was fine until I stopped moving. When they answered the door, I was trying to push his head out of my crotch. He wasn't about to be dislodged. He was licking pussy over panties, and my skirt was bunched on his head. They could see all of my legs, but they were staring at my crotch as more startled faces kept appearing in the doorway. I wanted to run, squat, hide. I finally covered his head with my skirt to hide my crotch and stopped fighting so I could explain myself. They weren't even listening. I knew if people like them would love seeing that, others would have no trouble at all ... and they didn't."
"Did anyone ever complain?"
"Not one person gave me a dirty look. I will say, though, I did a good act. I think I looked innocent, even when things got out of hand. Once that happened, I genuinely needed help to get him under control. I asked for help; I just never got any. I asked our good Christian neighbors for help and didn't get any. In every case where I asked for help, I got none whatsoever."
"Women wouldn't help?"
"Mostly, I saw women, housewives, women that had been talking over their back fence. They wanted a show and they weren't about to help the stupid blonde bitch. I know what the number-one fantasy is in this neighborhood. You're not alone, Ann. If you don't stake your claim to Spike, someone else will. This neighborhood is full of horny housewives who dream of taking a doggie lover. They do, now, anyway. I think the only reason Spike hasn't been grabbed up is that everyone would know why he was being grabbed up."
"But that doesn't bother you, does it?"
"No, it excites me terribly. I want them all to know. I want them all to see. A real bitch does her fucking in public, Ann. You said you wanted me to be a real human bitch. I assume by that you intend mating me out where everyone can see. I'll probably get arrested, but I don't care about that anymore. Public indecency is a misdemeanor, a ticket, a small fine. Unless they enact a law that makes it a felony, we can handle the fines. I honestly don't think anyone around here would call the cops or even register a complaint, even if I did all my fucking out on the front lawn in just heels and a collar with you holding my leash."
"You'd like to be on a leash, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, at all times, a chain, actually, the kind you use on large dogs, the kind with a snap at both ends."
"I want an explanation. If this is all an act just to humor me, I'm going to be pissed. I don't want to be humored. Don't make fun of my fantasy."
"I am not making fun of your fantasy, Ann. I am not humoring you, either. I have my own fantasies that aren't all that different from yours, and mine go back to my preteen years. When I was a little girl, we played a game we called master and dog. The dog had to be on all fours, eat from a bowl, couldn't speak, the works. In essence, you became a dog. I liked being the dog, so I usually got to be the dog. Your Aunt Connie and Uncle Phil liked being my master because the game bugged the hell out of Mom, and they were both in their early teens, rebellious, and whatever bugged mom was a fun game. Mostly, they'd chain me to something and leave me. I loved being chained and left. I refused to come out of character no matter how hard Mom pleaded and threatened, and if she hit me, that played right into my bad dog fantasy."
"Mom, this is just plain weird."
"I was only eight. Playing make-believe is fun at that age."
"I suppose, but so far, I fail to see the fun in this make-believe."
"I'm getting there. One day, Mom walks in the kitchen while I'm eating oatmeal from the dog's bowl. Phil is holding my leash and I have my Sunday dress on because we're going to church. I had to come out of character for church, so I was getting in my last doggie bit until we returned. We were keeping a poodle for Grandma Stevens, a male, and that poodle comes up and sniffs my crotch. Phil is laughing; I'm trying to blindly shoo him away. Mom isn't amused, but I guess she sees an opportunity to teach me a lesson and tells me that's what dogs do. They let other dogs sniff them.”
Ann bit her lip, smiling. “Is that so, Mommy?”
"Yep. Well, I'm going to show her, so I prostrate my upper body and boldly offer up my butt, and in the short, stiff skirt, I showed the crotch of my panties, only he didn't sniff, he licked. He was licking my pussy and snaking his tongue under the leg openings to get at the juicy center. Phil drops to his knees to get a close-up look. Mom doesn't know what to say about this, but Phil does. He quickly says, 'They also lick each other, so you have to let him lick you. Isn't that right, Mom?'"
Ann said, "This is more like it. What happened next?"
"Mom doesn't say anything, so Phil gets brave and pulls the panties away from my pussy. I think he just wanted the excuse to look at my pussy, but I also think a lot had to do with Mom being there, and she started us down this road. Phil was a nasty little shit at thirteen and fourteen, because Dad was gone most of the time. He was always doing things to embarrass Mom. I was loving it. That tongue felt great and having them watch felt even greater. Phil got bolder and folded my skirt over my back, then drew my panties to my knees. Now, I know he did that to shock Mom, but she still said nothing, so he got beside me, facing her and used his fingers to pry me open. He pulled my little cunt lips open along with my butt cheeks. Now, I'm shocked, and that tongue is now going up my hole to lick my cherry. Mom still isn't saying anything, so Phil says, 'I think he's getting horny. I think he wants to fuck her.'
"He never got away with using the 'F' word before, but he did then. I couldn't believe Mom was letting him get away with this, but I'm loving it even more, so I just count my blessings and wait. He says, 'Dogs don't wear clothes when they mate, do they, Mom?' There was silence, and then I hear her say, 'No, they don't.' He says, 'He looks like he's getting ready to mate with her. I should take her clothes off, don't you think?'
"She must have nodded, because he unzips my dress and starts pushing it off over my head. I help, and before long, I just have shoes, socks, and panties at my knees. Phil wants me to roll over, so I rolled over. Now, I'm on my back, looking up at Mom, but she's looking at my pussy, staring at it while Phil. takes my panties off.
"I can't believe this is happening, and the dog is now licking my slit while Phil removes my shoes and socks. He's making my legs wide by bending both legs and I laid them flat to the floor. He tells me I should pull my pussy open so the dog can lick inside, so I do, and Mom moves to see better. He takes his sweet time, and this is all blowing my mind, but I'm still loving every minute ... and the best part is that we'll miss church if we can just stall long enough.”
Pretty little Ann was now squirming on he mother’s fingers, pinching her nipples. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
"Now, I'm naked and ready for mating, so he has me get on all fours. I'm not really sure what's going to happen, but when the dog jumped on my back, Phil guided the cock. Three seconds later, I was no longer a virgin, and I had six inches of dog cock fucking the shit out of my ex-virgin pussy. It happened so fast, it didn't hurt too much. Mom watched me get screwed. Didn't say a word, and watched long after the fuck as we remained locked together. My pussy was so tight, we were sorta locked together, though I'm sure I could have dislodged him if I'd tried. I didn't try because I was still stalling to miss church, so we stayed together for what must have been thirty minutes."
Ann said, "Where was Connie?"
"I don't remember, but she wasn't there, probably spending the night with a friend. She did that a lot."
"So, you have fucked a dog?"
"Several. This first one was an icebreaker. We kept their poodle for a month, and when Connie found out about me getting screwed -- and Mom watching -- from then on, ‘playing doggie’ meant ‘breeding the doggie’. Connie kept me naked. Mom went along, and watching me get screwed was as common as watching me drink from the toilet bowl."
"You drank from the toilet bowl?"
"That's what dogs do, Ann. I'm telling you, I was into playing the bitch at the age of eight. When we returned the poodle, they brought dogs in from the neighborhood. I fucked German shepherds, collies, labs, boxers, a beagle, two terriers, a golden retriever, and a great big mutt with a dick almost as big as Spike's. This went on for months until Dad walked in and caught me with the big mutt. We were locked up, truly locked genital to genital, just like two dogs. He threw a fit. I was never a dog again, and had a healthy lecture on perversion which still sticks with me today, only not in my fantasies. Throughout the rest of middle school and until your dad knocked me up Freshman year, I have only fucked men since.”
“You poor girl,” Anne said, smiling.
“That's why I needed to get Spike locked up. I still have the craving. You have unleashed the bitch in me."
"How could you hide this side of you so well?"
"Obviously, I didn't ... otherwise you never could have imagined me in that role."
"You might be right. I've seen the way you look at Spike's cock. I knew there was interest from the very start. Okay, I'll buy it, but how could you lose all inhibitions? Were you serious about doing it in public on the front lawn?"
"Yes, but you'd have to force me. You'd have to lead me out there and stake me down. I need this to be rape -- more rape, like you raped be before. I need it, Ann. I want you to, because I couldn't go on my own. Your threat to have me thrown in jail completely turned me around. I feel like I'm totally at your mercy. That's very important, though in my rational mind, I'm fairly sure you never would. Still, you might. That's all I need. I am now psychologically prepared to do whatever it takes to keep from going to prison. I'll suffer any shame and humiliation you are willing to dish out. I just thought you'd like to know that."
"I'm glad you fessed up, but all you've done for the last thirty minutes is hint at what you want me to do to you. I'm not stupid, Mother."
"I know, but as long as you're determined to ruin me, I figured why not get my sexual itches scratched while I'm at it. Scratch them or don't scratch them ... but at least, now, you know what they are."
"But you'd rather I didn't do any of these things, is that it?"
"If I had my say, I'd want you to limit this payback to my being your pussy slave. We'd completely switch roles, but I would like to maintain my role as mother to my boys: no sex, no dogs, my reputation outside the home intact."
"I thought you already blew that."
"It wasn't as bad as I made it sound. I can live with what did happen. Only the next-door neighbors saw a sex act. I don't care what they think. They won't talk. The others were pretty mild by comparison."
"I'll have to think about it, but be prepared to go all the way when Spike shows up. I have to see that one time, at least."
"Sweetheart, If I do it once, I'll be hooked. I'm like an alcoholic where dogs are concerned. One time, and I will have a doggie lover. Everyone will have to accept that fact. I'll claim him if you won't. If Jack takes you; I'm taking a dog."
"Well, you're going to take him one time and do everything with him in front of me, Jeff, John, and Jerry. My mind is made up on that score, so we may as well go all out and scratch both of our itches."
"I'm resolved to that if that's what you want. Like I said, you'll have to force me, but I'm easy to force. Hand me the razor."
Ann watched her mother shave and masturbated all through it. While shaving away strips of light pubic hair, Jan said, "So, Jeff has a big dick, does he?”
“Excellent. You'll like Jeff's cock if you like Dad's."
"I've never complained about his cock. Tell me, Ann, what are those boys expecting? You said they were up till two. How should I act?"
"If you're here when they wake up, they'll take that as a good sign. If you're not here, they'll assume you're seeing a lawyer. The plan they came up with was for me to loosen you up by turning you on and showing you that you can play too. Dad just wanted me to feel you up and kiss you. I was also to deliver the threat as insurance. I thought their plan was dumb and told them so."
"It was a good plan, but I can see where you'd think it was dumb. Your way was certainly faster, but you took a big chance. You could not have known I'd respond the way I did."
"I didn't, and that wasn't my plan. My plan fell apart when I tasted your pussy. After that, I just did what felt right."
"So, when they see me, they'll think the plan went well and I'm loosened up, willing to play ball. Is that it?"
"Sorta. I think the goal was just to get back to where we were. There was a whole series of plans to move you along."
"To what?"
"To openly accepting me as Dad's slut lover, I suppose."
"I thought I had."
"Only me and Jerry realized that. Mom, I have an idea for a warm-up to the dog scene. Interested?"
"Very much. I need one. What did you have in mind?"
"A pussy shave inspection, only this time, you use your tongue. Prove Jerry was right."
"A groveling cunt suck?"
"Why not? Act like you're nuts about my cunt. They'll think their plan went better than expected."
"My mouth is watering already. I am nuts about your cunt. We can pick up where we left off last night, only without the sperm. Too bad. The sperm would make it better."
"Then, I'll fuck Jeff at the table."
"You nasty girl. A warm up to the warm up. I like that even better. Do it while I prepare breakfast. I'll try ignore you two, but they'll see me stealing peeks. When I sit down to eat, you move my plate and present me with my spermy breakfast."
"I love it, so will they. Take your time. I might fuck all three. You look hungry."
"We'll have to get a move on or Spike will interrupt my breakfast, and I'm famished. All done. How do I look?"
Jan stood and posed for Ann. "Great! You can see everything. God, you've got a sexy cunt between your sexy legs. I love it, and they're going to flip when they see it. Our guys love a shaved cunt."
"I'm going to do a quick fix up and throw on the dress. Why don't you wake up the studs?"
"You mean, wake up your breakfast?" Jan smiled while blow drying her hair.
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Jan paused to look at herself wearing only the red dress and heels. She loved what she saw: sexy to the extreme. She always felt sexy in the red dress, but without pantyhose and bra, with naked legs, she felt lewd, slutty, a fuck-doll.
The dress had a tummy-hugging middle, a shoulderless peasant top with an elastic top fringe that clung to the top swells of her D-cup breasts, and a billowed skirt that came to mid thigh, a dangerous skirt to bend over in. With four-inch heels to top off the outfit, she was, indeed, a vision of slut perfection.
She heard stirring in the house, so she went to the kitchen to begin her breakfast preparations. Jerry was first to emerge, still wearing PJs. She heard him approach from the rear, sensed him rather than heard him, and impulsively bent from the waist with her ass aimed at him, looking for something in a bottom drawer.
Jerry dipped his head and stared at his mom's shaved pussy. He was enthralled.
Jan thrilled herself by exposing herself this way to her baby boy. She wore a full blush as she rummaged in the drawer, brought out something she didn't need, then stood, returning to food preparation. A few seconds later, she heard a throat clear and then, "Hi, Mom. How come you're dressed up? Are you going somewhere?"
Jan turned and acted surprised. "Oh! Good morning. No, I just felt like dressing up. We'll be eating soon."
Jerry took a seat at the table in the adjoining dining room as John entered and joined him. Jan heard the whispers and smiled. She heard two more enter and smiled again. She gave them a minute to get settled, then turned. She visibly jolted and her eyes widened at the sight. Ann was naked, lying back on the table, and Jeff, naked as well, stood between her yawning legs with his cock buried in her pussy.
The boys all looked toward their mother with apprehensive eyes, and Jeff's were the most apprehensive. Jan cleared her throat and forced calm in her voice as she said, "I'm making scrambled eggs with ham and cheese ... unless anyone wants their eggs fried."
Ann looked over, rubbing her clit and massaging her brother’s cock into her stuffed beaver, and said, "I want mine fried."
She then looked to the brother that had stopped fucking her and said, "You want yours fried, too, don't you, Jeff?"
Jeff just nodded. Jan acknowledged the order and returned to cooking. They resumed fucking. Mom passed the test. Several times, she found excuses to turn and ask questions. Each time, she was treated to a fuck that didn't stop because she was looking.
They were, indeed, warming up. A few trips to the table to set condiments and plates revealed aroused genitals on all kids, and Jerry had his out and was stroking it, shyly. John did have a nice bulge. She also saw Jeff's cock outside the cunt. While setting catsup beside the fucking couple, Jeff reached his climax and pulled out to deposit the last few squirts on the outside of the yawning cunt. Jan could barely contain her excitement. She tried not to stare, but did stare through the entire cum shot.
After watching his mother stop and stare at the cum shot, Jerry got brave and stood on a chair set before the spread and jacked off on it. Jan brought items to the table, one at a time, for an excuse to watch that erotic scene. She was there, looking, staring at Ann's beaver when Jerry added his whole load to half of Jeff's in the crotch of his sister.
What a mess!
In the final preparations, all were urging John to follow suit. Jan stalled, because he was weakening, and stalling paid off. As she dished out food at the table, the boy with the nicest cock -- not the biggest, but the most visually pleasing -- jacked off with the flaring crown pressed against the hole of his sister's cunt.
Jan took her seat when all places were set, and she found herself staring at her son's cock. She didn't plan to stare, but Ann had moved to lie at the corner at the end where her mother always sat, lying diagonally across the table, invading some of the space Jan needed for her plate. John had to stand right next to his mother if he wanted to remain in contact with the hole. John's left hip and Jan's right shoulder came in contact quite often.
This wasn't good enough for Ann. She placed her right leg on her mother's left shoulder, drawing Jan into firm constant contact with John and her head was hovering less than a foot from the vulgar scene. In this position, Jan studied her number two son's beautiful cock.
The cock was seven inches, thick and smooth, with a uniform shaft of pearly white skin, but the head of that cock was a real pussy pleaser. The crown looked like a mushroom or fireman's hat and was almost twice as big as the shaft. That wide cockhead made a tight seal against the hole and would have required considerable effort to get past her tight vaginal ring. The sight was erotic as hell and Ann was up on straight arms to see for herself.
John slowly stroked his cock, now enjoying the audience, and it was clearly one member in particular he was playing to: his pretty, mesmerized Mommy. That she was enthralled by his cock was obvious to all. For her, he displayed his cock to its best advantage, and backed off repeatedly to show the tip. He used the head of his cock to play in the sperm of his brothers and soon had it covered in creamy sauce.
Jan could feel pressure being applied to the back of her neck by Ann's calf, and she went with the pressure, getting closer and closer to the provocative scene until her cheek came in contact with the inner thigh and her mouth was just a fraction of an inch from the crown of John's slimy cock. The corner of her mouth rested on one puffy labia lip and that lip was covered in sperm.
Jeff and Jerry were hovering over each of Ann's hip-bones, so they made quite a family portrait. All waited to see what Jan would do, and once in position, Ann let her leg hang limply on Jan's back, demonstrating that their mother remained under her own free will.
Jan drew out the tense wait, then eased the tongue out of her mouth until it made contact with John's cockhead. John moaned and Jerry said, “Wow!"
Encouraged, Jan curled her long tongue around the cock where it made contact with her daughter's pussy -- half on cock, half on pussy -- then licked repeatedly as her right hand curled around his upper thigh and cupped his balls, coming at them from behind. John swooned as she massaged his balls and planted licking kisses all up and down the shaft. He let go to give her more area to lick, and Jan took over the jacking with her left hand.
Once she had control of her son's cock, she pulled it to her yawning mouth and forced her mouth over the head. Jan sucked while positioning her mouth to line up with the vertical slit of Ann's slimy vaginal tunnel, forming one long slit. She jacked, sucked, and massaged balls until the cock exploded in her mouth. She took two good squirts, then moved the spewing cock to the pussy, squirted the slit, then held it at the hole and filled the vaginal cavity, milking the last inside.
John almost buckled. Jan had to help him remain standing. She released him only when she was sure she drained the last drop. He stumbled back after his mother sucked his cock clean. Ann, got directly in front of her mother, sending her plate to the floor, placing both feet on both shoulders and laying out her knees, presenting a vulgar spread as she said, "Here's your breakfast, Mom. I made you a smothered cunt omelet."
Like she was famished, Jan set about licking all the cum that was visible. The boys stood close, open-mouthed and awed as they watched their mother's tongue snaking through the vaginal flesh of their sexy sister. Mom certainly loved her sperm breakfast. When all was gone, she feasted on the hole, and the boys saw a woman grovel in a cunt. They saw a cunt-hungry woman sucking slut slime from a slut as the slut held her lips open for the service.
For twenty minutes, they watched their mother gorge herself on their sister's cunt. They never tired of watching, but Jan's jaws were aching. She sucked Ann to three orgasms, and sucked the resulting cunt honey. When the familiar scratching came at the kitchen door, Jan was relieved. Ann said, “Mom, I think someone wants you. Why don't you invite him in?"
Jan sat up and looked shocked. She looked to the door as Ann sat up on the table. She looked back to Ann, saying, "But, you know how he is, Ann ... "
"I know, but you should be polite to guests. Let him in, Mom, and be very polite to him."
"But ..."
"Mom, did you like your breakfast?"
"Well, yes, but ..."
"Would you like to have a breakfast like that ever again?"
"Well ... yes."
"Then let him in and be very, very nice to him. Give him anything he wants."
Jan appeared to ponder this message with worry lines, then said, "Anything?"
"Yes, anything. Whatever he shows an interest in, see that he gets his fill. Mom, if you're wearing panties, take them off before you answer the door. I told you I didn't want you wearing panties ever again. Did you put panties on anyway?"
Jan made a good stunned expression as she looked from one grinning son to another. Jerry said, "She's not wearing panties, Ann. I saw her pussy, and she has a shaved pussy like you."
Ann said, "I know. I shaved it. Go on, Mom. Answer the door. Answer it, or forget about ever eating my cunt again."
Jan hung her head, then slowly stood. She faced the door, then moved like a condemned mutt slut. They couldn't see her smile, and she couldn't see Jerry and Jeff exchanging high fives. She heard it. The boys followed her to the door, but Ann remained on the table so as not to distract the dog.
Jan stood with her hand on the doorknob, as though frozen. Jeff gripped her hand and turned the hand and the knob, pulling the door open, letting the dog push in. They then stood back as their mother backed toward the dining room before the advancing dog nosing her crotch. She encountered the counter near the end, a few feet from the table. The boys made a semi-circle around her and the animal as his head went under the skirt.
Jan went stiff and gripped the edge of the counter top with white knuckles, making a face of agony as though he were actually eating her cunt, not licking it. Jerry, overcome with lust, had to see. He dropped to his knees at her side and pushed her dress high up her middle, exposing the provocative sight of the dog's broad tongue lapping through a cunt that was every bit as exciting as Ann's ... only there was more cunt to see.
This brought the other two to their knees and they were all fixated on the sight of the dog's long red tongue taking long licks through the cunt lips of their mother, distorting the oversize clit with the force of his licks, as though he were trying to lick the clit from its anchorage inside her slit.
With the boys absorbed in her crotch, Jan looked to her masturbating daughter and smiled. Ann smiled back, and Jan let her knees fall out steadily, giving the dog a better beaver while showing the boys more of her cunt.
Ann hopped off the table and advanced to the dog. She removed his red nylon collar and then placed it on her mother's neck, saying, "I now pronounce you, slut and mutt. You are no longer married to Daddy in the eyes of this family. Spike is your husband, now."
She then removed the wedding ring from her mother's finger and slipped it on her own, an almost perfect fit. As her brother's admired her balls, she admired her new ring, then returned to the table to masturbate with it on, fucking herself with her ring finger.
Jan saw her wedding ring go inside her daughter's cunt, which she thought was the coolest thing Ann ever did. Her brothers seemed to agree. When they returned to looking at their mother's pussy, Ann made a sign that reminded Jan to get her tits out. Jan had forgotten, so she supported her upper back on the counter and pulled the elastic top below her tits. John noticed and nudged the other two. They all stood to get a good look at their mother's sexy breasts, watching her toy with the long nipples as she moaned, "Good doggie. Oh yes, that's a good doggie. Yes, be a good husband and lick my horny pussy for me."
Jerry was busy stuffing the skirt material up under the wide elastic middle, top and bottom, and wasn't happy until all Jan had covering her body was a six-inch band of bulging red material around the waist. He was also first to brave a touch to the breasts. Jan relinquished her breasts to his hands and the others copped feels. With her hands free, she reached into her crotch and pulled her lips open. This sent them all to the floor again, though Jeff and Jerry kept a hand on one boob each.
Jan rolled and undulated her loins under the maddening tongue assault as hands took liberties below the waist. Each managed to finger her pussy or asshole. With five hands and a tongue vying for space between her legs, she didn't need hers down there, so she let the boys take over and returned to gripping the counter with her arms stretched out to each side. Again, she exchanged smiles with Ann.
Jan looked down her body and witnessed the most erotic sight. She smiled to herself as she realized her boys would have no difficulty treating her like a slut. They already were, and made obscene comments about her body and her lewd actions: they all agreed that she was a horny slut, was loving it, and would make a good bitch.
Hearing this, Jan added punctuation to that remark and came on the dog's tongue, making a spectacle of herself.
While she tried to hold herself up after the orgasm, allowing the dog to lap up the cunt honey he produced, Ann said, "He made you cum with his mouth; you should make him cum with your mouth. A good wife would do that for her hubby."
The boys all looked up to their mother's face to see her reaction to this challenge. They saw her make pleading eyes to Ann, and they saw Ann make an obscene beaver in response, saying, "If you want any of this, you'll be a good doggie wife for your doggie husband."
Jan slowly accepted that ultimatum and just as slowly sank to the floor. Jeff eagerly took the dog by the front paws and raised him to the upright, exposing his loins and the slab of angry red dog cock jutting from the sheath by ten inches. The thick, shiny cock was right in Jan's face, so all she had to do was open her mouth and angle it down. She opened her mouth, but Jerry angled it down and fed the chiseled tip between her lips. Her lips flowed over the banana-thick shaft until her mouth was full of dog cock, about four inches, and this sight made Ann go berserk and cum.
The sight also made the boys want to jerk off. Jerry and John were already at it, but Jeff had both hands full of paws. He laid those paws on the counter top and joined his brothers. He got on Jan's left with Jerry so as not to block Ann's view. She recovered and joined John on the right side.
Jan sucked the biggest dog cock of her life while pumping the rigid shaft with both hands, now twelve inches of animal maleness that she bobbed her head on while keeping a strong suction that hollowed her cheeks. She could look right and see two faces, left and see two more, and hands were all over her intimate anatomy, with fingers penetrating both holes as she squatted in a position to make them available for that purpose. The kids had her knees pressed to cabinet doors and were boldly treating her like the dirtiest of sluts, a dog-sucking slut, a cunt-lapping whore.
They called her these things repeatedly as each boy came in her face, and she came when she heard that term for the tenth time as John squirted cum in her face.
After the orgasm, Ann said, "Make him cum in your mouth, and since he swallowed your cum, you should swallow his."
Jan nodded and sucked harder, pumping faster. Jeff saw this and said, "Fuck, Ann, this is fantastic. You did great."
Ann said, "That's nothing. She'll let you guys fuck her anytime you want, and you can cum in her pussy. She's not taking any birth control, so have fun knocking her up."
Jerry said, "Really! Any time we want, we can just go up and fuck her?"
"That's right. You don't need her permission. All she can wear is the collar and her high heels, so it won't be hard to get to a hole to put your dick in."
Jeff said, "Any hole?"
"Yes, any hole ... but if you want to knock her up, cum in her pussy. She'll want you to cum in her pussy, because if I ever feel inside her cunt and don't see evidence of sperm, she'll get beat with a belt and put out on the street. She knows I'll do it, too."
Jerry said, "WOW!"
And the dog must have thought, “WOW!" because he began spewing his hot load in her mouth.
John noticed and cried, "Look, he's cumming in her fucking mouth!"
Jan had to make room for the deposit, so she eased her mouth to the very end and pursed her lips over the tip, letting some splash against her lips for visual effect. They watched the viscous fluid run down both corners of her lips as it blended with their cum to go down her neck, then watched her nurse the jerking rod.
She milked the last drops, then Spike moved off. Jan opened her mouth to let them see how much cum she'd captured. Each looked in her mouth and saw the creamy puddle, each boy making a look of disgust or a comment about the volume of yuckie stuff she held in her mouth.
Ann wasn't disgusted and used a finger in her mommy’s mouth to stir the mess as she said, "Wow, that's a lot of dog cum. Now, swallow."
Jan took swallowing gulps with her mouth open and they watched the puddle disappear down her throat until her mouth was empty, which she showed by moving her tongue about. The dog had wandered away.
The kids, now satisfied, all stood and looked down on their mother, awed by what they'd witnessed, now awed by the sight she still presented in her relaxed slump: half lying and half sitting, with her knees still back, with no one forcing them back, her forearms lying on the floor to each side, lewdly showing her pussy and her asshole as many lines of dog and human semen ran from her soiled face, converged between her tits to run to the bunched material of her dress.
Ann stood before Jan with boys on both sides of her. John said, "I don't know how you did it, Ann, but she sure looks whipped. I never saw a pussy-whipped woman before."
Jerry piped in, "Yeah, it's like she turned Mom into a sex slave."
Jeff patted her back and said, "Way to go, Ann. We owe you, kid. You can make her do anything, huh? You can do whatever you want with her, can't you?"
"Watch this."
They all watched as Ann moved closer with her legs apart and knees bowed. Jan watched the cunt open as the fingers pulled the lips apart. She knew she'd be called upon to eat more pussy. She awaited the order, but got hit in the face by a long squirt of warm piss instead.
Jan was stunned, totally unprepared for this, and she looked stunned. Other than to sputter piss off her lips, she didn't say or do anything about it, nor did she give Ann a dirty look. She just sat there looking stunned, hearing the excited exclamations from the boys as they urged her to do it again, and she was still poised to do it again. Jan realized that Ann was waiting on the expected objection, having taken a big gamble.
Jan also knew that to just sit there in silence was as good as asking for more ... nonetheless, she sat in silence, not fully knowing why.
She didn't wait long. Ann aimed at her crotch and sent a hard stream that hit dead center, sending piss rushing up her cunt. The stream filled her cunt to overflowing, then marched up her front on a direct path to her face, sending piss splatters in all directions, backing the boys up.
Jan watched the point of impact though she got her face splattered by doing so. She watched as the amber stream moved between her tits, then onto the upper chest. She tilted her head back to expose her neck to the stream, then felt the wetness advance up her neck, onto her chin, to her mouth, centered between the slack lips where piss poured in and flooded her oral cavity before moving on to cover every inch of her face and hair before returning to the lips. In anticipation, Jan swallowed what she held in her mouth and opened her mouth when Ann told her to do so.
When the piss stream arrived, it went right in her eager mouth.
Pretty little Jan had her eyes closed, so she wasn't aware that Ann had steadily moved closer until she felt the cunt seal itself to her mouth with the piss still flowing. Her mouth quickly filled and she swallowed. She kept swallowing as hands cupped her throat. She had to swallow contiguously to keep up with the flow, though Ann never told her she had to swallow.
Ann seemed to know she would, and the boys were again in awe -- because they could feel their mother gulping down piss.
When the flow slowed to a trickle, Jan nursed at the hole. When it stopped, she sucked cunt, oddly disappointed that no more piss flowed. Jan amazed herself, because she was masturbating to the event and brought herself to a climax rather quickly while sucking on the last drops of Ann's piss.
If she could sink any lower, she didn't know how.
Ann did. She stepped back and said, "Anybody else feel like taking a piss on a bitch slut?"
Jan sank lower under three streams of warm piss. Now, she knew she couldn't sink any lower or be any wetter, but then the dog wandered back, sniffed at all the piss, hiked his leg, and added insult to injury with the kids laughing their young asses off from beginning to end.
Jan sat in a big puddle of piss and should have been pissed off. She wasn't. She didn't even try to look pissed off; she just looked pissed on, and she didn't have to try. Ann offered her a hand up, saying, "You need a shower so we can properly consummate this marriage, but mop this mess up, first."
She gave her mother a sponge and a bowl. Jan got down on her hands and knees and played Cinderella.
The marriage was consummated. They toured the neighborhood to make the announcement. Jan got pregnant, delivered a bastard, and for the next four years was known as the Bitch of Birch Street; everyone took their turns pissing in her sucking mouth.
Before Ann left for college, leaving her three bastards, Jan delivered four more bastards. With Ann gone, and Spike shot dead by a jealous holy roller, her life returned to near normal ... only now she had a new family to raise, and this one had three girls and four boys.
She resolved to get it right this time.
She couldn't survive another Ann, but Jack already had his eye on four-year-old Ann Junior: AJ, for short. But that's another story.
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