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The Callers [1/2] (mf, ff, teen, incest)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Part I
The Callers [1/2] (mf, ff, teen, incest)
I have been the object of other people's lust since my earliest
memories. My early childhood was speckled with adult and
juvenile encounters. Most only wanted to touch me, some just
looked. I was a pervert magnet. I got more than my share of
obscene phone calls. From the time I was twelve, men would call
and ask for me by name. I took the calls, fascinated by the
things they said. I learned all about sex from the telephone.
Dad and Mom never acted suspicious and handed me the phone with-
out ques tion. I'd have to listen more than talk, or pretend it
was a teacher. In my early teens, it got really bad. When Dad
realized what all the calls were about, he threw a fit. We
changed phone numbers four times, each time throwing Daddy's
insurance business into a tail spin. He finally put his foot
down and said, 'No more.' When I was fourteen, he sat me
down on his lap with Mom at the table and laid down the law. He
explained, as he bounced me gently on his hard cock, that after
trying everything to stop the calls, including fruitless tracing
attempts, he was through fighting it. He said, "As long as you
parade yourself the way you do, like a slut, you will continue
to draw these perverts. I don't even blame them anymore. From
now on, you are going to deal with this problem. I'm putting a
private line in your room and referring those calls to you." Mom
put up a slight protest, but Dad was dead serious.
In truth, I was responsible. I knew what drew them to me. Part-
ly, it was my hair. I have the fullest head of fluffy,
auburn hair that comes clear down to my ass and shrouds my head
like a lion's mane. I have sexy green eyes and full lips
that I like to paint a deep sultry red. I also wear skin tight
clothes that challenge our school's liberal dress code.
I'm a small person, and my breasts aren't really big, but on my
body they look big. I refuse to wear a bra. My tits just
don't need the support. My tits are firm upstanding mounds, and
I love the effect they have on men and boys who gaze at their
shape and the outline of my nipples. My nipples are diffi-
cult to hide, even if I wore a bra. Relaxed, they are the size
of half-dollars, with tips the size of pencil erasers. When I'm
thinking sexy thoughts (which is most of the time), my nipples
tighten-up and look like Hershey's kisses resting on my mounds.
I love the way my tits look in thin, tight tops. My legs
are the ultimate. I'm a gymnast and very limber. I'm the only
girl I know that can kiss her own pussy. I have demonstrated
this to a few close girlfriends, and they were very surprised
(and turned on, I might add). My sexy legs, which are always
bare, drive men crazy.
But my most valuable assest is, pardon the pun, my sweet ass. My
buttocks stick behind me like small pyramids extenuated by my
wide "child-bearing" hips. My ass just drives men wild and they
often tell me exactly what they want to do to it. I also wear my
skirts exceedingly short. Our school dress code requires skirts
to be no shorter than midthigh, but I own several that barely
come below my ass. These, I wear to places like the mall, public
parks, or to simply stroll the neighborhood. I call this
trolling for trouser trout.
At home, when we have no visitors, I usually wear babydolls and
the tiniest bikini panties. G-strings, really. My Mom gave up
trying to get me to wear somthing more respectable and even
bought me some scandalous underwear. My Dad just loves it, espe-
cially when I sit on his lap and rub my pussy over his huge cock
and kiss him on the lips as Mom sits next to us watching TV. I
discovered that my Dad had the biggest cock when I was about to
turn twelve and became fascinated by it ever since. I overheard a
conversation between two neighborhood sluts talking about how my
Dad's cock was the biggest they ever seen and how he couldn't re-
sist sticking it inside any available hole.
Next morning, a Saturday, I waited until mom went down stairs to
prepare breakfast and I walked in on my sleeping Dad. As usual
for the summer time, he slept naked and was covered only by a
very thin cotton sheet. He was sleeping on his back and I could
see the bulge made by his morning hardon, lifting the sheet
slightly, with the head past his navel. I was wearing only baby-
dolls, no panties, when I straddeled his body and began to move
my pussy along his cock, from the base to the fat head. I soon
felt his huge cock get even bigger and harder as he began to move
a little under me. I then leaned over and began to run my mouth
on his hairy chest, neck and face. In this position, my naked
pussy came to rest against his raised cocktip and pushed back
against it, fastening my twelve yaear old mouth on his lower lip.
Just then he hugged me hard to him, pushed into me and spurted
his seed between my cuntlips. The warm liquid seeped through the
cotton and I felt its soothing effect, thus bringing me to my
first male-induced orgasm.
After we finished coming, he opened his eyes and pretended to be
shocked. He tried half-heartedly to push me off him but I had my
hands around his neck and I refused to let go. He soon came to
accept my precence on top of him and he soon had his tongue down
my throat and on hand found its way betweem my wet cuntlips. I
came a second time before we heard mom coming up the stairs and I
quickly returned to my room. Soon I heard familiar moans from my
parents bedroom and quickly peered through the slightly open
door. Mom was on her hands and knees while Dad pumped his huge
cock in and out of her tight asshole.
So, Dad had a good reason for doing what he did. Mom
couldn't say much, because she supports my decision to flaunt my
body while I still have it. They keep a close eye on me, so they
weren't too concerned. Frankly, I was thrilled at his firm
announcement. Nothing excites me quite like hearing a guy tell
me in the basest terms what he'd like to do to me. Even the
weird ones excite me. I especially like talking about my pussy.
I can make a guy cum just by talking about my cute little pussy.
With my phone by the bed, I can lie on my back with my ass to
the headboard, place a pillow under my head, and draw my legs
back over my head until my pussy is right in my face. In this
way, I can describe what I'm seeing and doing to it. Sometimes,
I hold th e mouthpiece close while sucking noisily on my clit and
making yummy sounds.
I'm usually naked in my room, usually on the phone, and usually
masturbating. My room has no door lock. Mom knocks
sometimes, but Dad never does. He'll walk right in, pretend to
look for something, get a good eyeful, and walk out. He
mostly pretends to want to see my homework, which I keep on a
table next to my bed. To get to it he has to lean over me. He al-
ways brushed his hand against my tits and pussy. He'd sit next to
me on the bed pretending to read my homework while watching me
play with my pussy and asshole. Every now and them, I'd offer him
my fingers to smell and lick. One day my homework was to far for
him to reach and he had to get on the bed, his knees on either
side of my head. I could see his huge, hard cock through the legs
of his shorts. I snuk my hand in and pulled it out, rubbed the
head along my cuntlips and over my puckered asshole before I put
in my mouth and began to suck on it. He dropped all pretense and
began to fuck my mouth with his dick while he buried his face in
my pussy and asshole. My position made it easy for Dad's foot-
long dong to slither inside my throat until my lips were
stretched beyond their natural limit around the base of his cock.
I started cumming like mad while he pistoned in and out of my
throat with long strokes. He too began to spurt his hot cum in-
side my pulging throat. He then pulled his cock out, continuing
to fill my mouth until it overflowed. More cum hit my tits, stom-
ach and pussy. I was totally covered in cum when Dad jumped off
the bed, gapped my Polaroid from the bookshelf and took four pic-
tures of me in my obscene position. He took three of them and
left one for me. This became an almost nightly occurence. He
eventually tried to fuck my pussy and asshole, but I insisted I
was not ready yet.
Mom is at least a little subtle. She'd give a quick rap, open
the door, take a peek, and if she sees me mas- turbating, will
quietly back out saying, "It can wait," or "I'll just be a
minute," then gather dirty clothes, or put away clean ones.
Shortly after my phone got installed, I hung up on a caller Dad
had given my number to. I just wasn't in the mood. The guy
called Dad, disturbing him a second time, and complained. That
night, at the dinner table, Dad had me sit on his lap, pulled my
panties to the side and inserted three fingers in my pussy and
his thick thumb in my asshole and told me to handle my calls and
not hang up on them. With his other hand he pulled the leg of his
shorts up showing me his hard cock. I scooped some warm butter
with one hand, smeared it on his cock and ran my small fist up
and down the exposed part of his shaft. My mother watched us with
an open mouth. My tits were totally exposed and Dad sucked on my
left one openly. We saw Mom's right hand disappear under the
dining table. I came like I was posessed and when my Dad came
soon afterwards, I collected his cum in the palm of my hand and
brought to my face. I inhaled the male musk deeply before I
lapped it up with my tongue, looking Mom straight in the eye.
That's when Mom began popping in fairly regularily. The first
time she decided to stay was the most memorable. I was getting
into position, stark naked. I wanted to try something I discov-
ered doing gymnastic exercises. One day I found myself with
my head in my crotch, staring at a split in the inseem. I
had just scooted my ass tight to the headboard and placed the
pillow under my head when she popped her head in the door. I
looked back at her startled eyes and cupped the mouth- piece,
saying, "Mom, I have a caller. You know what Dad said. If
it's really important, you'll just have to sit and wait for me
to finish." She took my hint, eased into the room, quietly
shut my door, and gingerly sat on my bed just behind and to the
right of my head. I did not pull my legs over at first. She'd
never heard me do much nasty talking, so I was quite excited. I
talked to the guy, repeating his words, getting us both hot and
horny. He was a nasty one, saying, "I want to shove my ten-inch
cock all the way up your horny little twat and pump your womb
full of my sperm. I'd make you pregnant with twins." I said, "I
don't think my mommy would like you to do that." After
repeating his words and my response, I cupped the mouthpiece,
peered over to Mom, and quietly said, "I'm trying to get him
off." She excitedly waved me on. I said, "You'd actually make
her hold my legs apart? You'd make her put it in? Well, if you
really do have a ten-incher, she probably would. Mom likes
watching the big ones fuck my tiny pussy and asshole." I
looked at her, rather sheepishly. She gave me a sign of encour-
agement. I went on, "Yes, she used to tie me up with my legs
way out and let her big-dicked lovers fuck my pussy. Now, she
just orders me to strip and assume the position." By
this time, I ignored whatever he said and put words in his
mouth. He became quite confused and just listened after a
while. I said, "Well, I sup- pose I could." I cupped the mouth-
piece and said, "He wants me to get in the position." She
nodded and told me to go ahead.
That's when I drew my legs over my head and placed my knees far
out even with my ears. This surprised her, but the sight of my
pussy resting right over my face made her gasp, "Oh Jesus!"
I said, "Yes, it's right over my face. I'm looking right up
my hole. Yes, I can lick it. I can almost reach my butt hole.
Okay, I'll lick it for you." I then began lapping at my cunt. I
sucked my clit while holding the phone to it. I made lots of
slurpy sucky noises. I took a break. Mom was agitated, breath-
ing heavily. I couldn't see, but I know she had her right hand
under her dress and inside her panties. I said, "Yes, I'll de-
scribe it to you. It's all pink and wet on the inside. My
inner lips are real stretchy. My outer lips are puffy. My clit
is bright pink and sticking up between my lips. I have tiny
golden red hairs on my pussy lips and a cute little patch on my
mound." As I described everything, I used my fingers to manipu-
late the objects. "No, I can't lick my asshole but I can stick
two fingers in it," I panted in the phone and I fucked one and
then two fingers in my tight rosy hole.
I knew Mom wanted closer, so I said, "Just a minute." I cupped
the phone and looked to Mom, saying, "I need both hands. Can
you hold the phone to my ear?"
She gladly reclined with her head behind mine, unthinkingly
reaching for the phone with her right hand. When she brought it
to the side of my face, her wet fingers touched my cheek, the
corner of my lips, and my nose. The feel and smell of my
mother's sopping wet fingers wildly excited me. I drew back
to get a good look, then looked at her. She was so embar-
rassed and started to switch hands. I grasped her wrist and
kissed her fingers. I licked them, watching her knuckles turn
white. The guy on the phone was going nuts, wondering what hap-
pened to me. I stopped my licking and said, "Well it takes both
hands, you know. Okay, I'm looking inside." I used the index
fingers of both hands to enter my cunthole and pry out. I
told him what I should be seeing, but Mom had moved up to
peer inside, blocking my view. I thought she was going to put
her face right in my snatch, but she just wanted a good look
around.
If she was looking for my hymen, she was six years too late. That
fell victim to a hair brush handle. She settled back with her
cheek over my forehead. I said, "Yes, this is how Mom likes to
see me get fucked. She likes watching her boyfriend's big,
hairy, wet balls drag across my face while they're fucking me.
She also makes me lick their cocks while they're fucking me. When
they cum and pull out, she gets off on watching their jism fall
in my face. I catch the last dribbles on my tongue. She uses
her fingers to scoop up the cum and put it in my mouth and
make me chew on it. Afterwards, I have to suck my own pussy
while they stand around and cheer." That did it. He came.
I put the phone to Mom's ear and she heard him groan and excited-
ly describe sperm flying everywhere. The phone went dead.
She reached out across me to hang it up. Her left breast
mashed my face. I gave it a friendly nip, making her
squeal and bounce back. She settled back, saying, "Well, it
looks like I'll have to be more careful around you when
you're working. You have a very vivid imagina- tion, young lady.
If your father heard any of this, he'd die. Oh, the reason
I came in here..." I stopped her, saying. "Mom, I'm not
done yet." "Oh! Of course. Please finish. It can
wait." I fastened my mouth to my clit, entered my hot hole
with three fingers, and pounded away. I brought myself off in
less than a minute with Mom's face hovering near the action.
My love honey flows from my cunt after a good cum. She watched
me lap it up as it ran down my clit. I finished with a long
deep suck to my hole, then collapsed my head into the pil- low.
I gasped, "Wow, that was a good one." Her face was right
over mine. At first, I thought we were going to kiss. Then
her head turned to take in my cunt. I thought she might kiss
it; I hoped! She just stared while breathing deeply of my sexy
musk, then slowly eased back until resting on one straight arm.
She said, "That was quite a performance, Tiffany." I said,
"I'm just doing what Daddy wants." "You don't have to ex-
plain to me, sweetheart. And believe me, he's very happy that
you are. He promised not to ask any questions so long as the
calls stop. Tiffany, I couldn't help noticing. You aren't a
virgin. You're not meeting any of these guys,
are you?" I swung my legs and spun around. I sat against
the headboard with my knees drawn up and my legs splayed wide. I
jammed three fingers in my cunt and started fucking my pussy,
boldly smiling at her surprised expression. While lewdly fucking
myself, I said, "Why would you ask a thing like that?" We both
giggled. I slowed to a gentle stroking through my lips and said,
"I've never been fucked with a real cock, but I've been fucked by
everything in this house that even remotely looks like it will
fit." "That doesn't surprise me." "I know what would"
She raised her eyebrows. "I found your dildoe and I've been
using it." "Tiffany! You little sneak. Now you're embar-
rassing me." "What's the matter. Isn't Dad fucking you
enough?" "That's none of your business...and, no!" "I
could get lots of guys to fuck if you'll let me watch."
"Tiffany! You are not on the phone now, and I'll remind
you, I'm your mother, a married woman, and I don't fuck other
men. Even if I did, I certainly wouldn't do it in front of my
own daughter." "Why not, you played with your pussy in
front of me." This reminder brought a deep blush to her
face. She rose and said, "I came in here for something. Oh yes.
I'm about to do laundry. Is there anything you want thrown in?"
"The usual, there in my laundry hamper, as usual."
Embarrassed and self-conscious, she gathered my clothes,
went to the door, paused, turned, and said, "Let's not have any
more discussions like this, okay?" I stared at her in
friendly defiance, then got up, walked to the end of my mattress
near her. I spread my stance, leaned back, reachout out behind
me with my hands until my head rested between my feet. I widened
my knees and used my fingers to pull my cunt lips open, and said,
"Aren't you going to give me a kiss good bye?" "Oh,
Tiffany! You're terrible, simply awful. The things you say to
me, honestly." She stared for a moment, then eased out.
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The Callers [2/2]
You may wonder why, as sex crazed as I was, I was still
technically a virgin. I don't know why, really. I wanted Daddy
to be the first to fuck my pussy and asshole with his huge cock
but I wanted complete control over him and Mom before I let him
inside me. Another factor is that, as young and inexperi-
enced as I was, I knew the real thing could never live up to my
fantasies. On that score, I've been dead on--it still
doesn't, twenty years later. I did develop a mad desire to
watch Mom get fucked, though. I befriended a good looking
man in his late thirties, a neighbor that lived two blocks
down. He always watched me pass by while hand watering his
lawn--though he had a sprinkler system. I stopped to small- talk
with him. Before he could tell me that he had no kids, I
said, "If you ever need a sitter, call my private number,
555-****." In fact, I repeated it three times. I listened
for his voice, and after a week I got a call from him, an obscene
call. He tried to mask his voice, but I knew it was him and
played along. I got him hooked on calling me. We had a regular
time--four thirty every Wednesday. All the while this was going
on, I teased Mom mercilessly. She avoided walking in my room if
I was on the phone, but after a call, I'd seek her out and give
her a vivid blow-by-blow. If Dad wasn't around, I'd follow her,
naked, and assume the lewdest poses, often shoving my cunt in
her face and masturbating. She'd make an embarrassed fuss, but
do nothing about it. If she was busy preparing dinner at the
counter, I'd hop up and straddle her work space, thrusting my
cunt obscenely in her face. She'd make a face and pull just far
enough away to avoid contact.. I preferred to hold my clit at
nose level, fractions of an each away, taunting, "You want it.
You know it. You want to suck my cunt, don't you, Mother?"
She wouldn't suck it, but she wouldn't deny it, either. No
matter what she did--reading, watching TV, napping, or washing
dishes--she had to tolerate my cunt in her face and my lewd
taunting. She grew to accept it, to surrender. I especially
enjoyed catching her napping on her back--feigning sleep. I'd
step up and straddle her head, squatting low to masturbate, drip-
ping my juices in her face. At any point I could have simply
pulled her face into my crotch. She'd have done the rest. She
wanted me to do just that, but making her do it on her own was
my goal. Before long, I could simply get into a provocative
position and pull her head into place, knowing that when I
released it, she'd remain until I was finished. Later, all I had
to do was spread my legs and call her. She'd come and put her
face in my crotch. My favorite position was my fantasy fuck
position. That way, I had the best view of her breathing in my
musk, and because I couldn't see what her hand was doing, she
freely masturbated. I wouldn't let her reach a climax, throwing
her off and spinning out to catch her shamefully drawing her wet
hand from between her legs. I'd mock and tease her, sending her
dashing for her room and her dildoe. It was never there,
always hidden. She'd be forced to return, shame-faced and ask
where it was, giving me further opportunities to shame her. I'd
eventually get it and dance just out of her frantic reach, making
her chase me about the house. When I figured she'd had enough,
I'd stop and make her get on her knees and beg for it. By that
time, she would drop and immediately start begging. Experience
taught her what to say, what I wanted to hear. She knew to start
by expressing her need, using the dirtiest words. After that,
she'd describe her most recent encounter with daddy, going into
minute unsatisfying detail. In this way I made her recount all
the intimate details of their sex lives. I knew their posi-
tions, how his huge cock feels inside her holes, his fantasies.
He likes to talk dirty to her while fucking. I learned that he
got off on fantasizing about forcing me take his giant cock up my
preteen asshole while mom watched, that he listened on on my ob-
scene phone calls, and got a hordon whenever he answered
one and gave the guy my number. I learned that Dad gave my num-
ber to clients to win business. That with one, he listened in on
an extension while I brought the guy off after describing and
licking my pussy. I asked her to admit that she loved it because
being a slut, she got exactly what she wanted when Dad later
fucked her senseless. Once I got all I wanted, I'd present her
with her rubber lover and watch her dash to her bedroom. I knew
she'd return it to her usual hiding place between her mat-
tress and box springs. Oh, I tried to get her to do herself
right there, but my mother is shy with her body.
Even with me, even after all this, she still kept herself
modestly covered. She has no reason to be shy. She looks terrif-
ic. She looks a lot like me in the face, but without the full
head of hair. Hers is blond and cut short. Her body is neat and
trim, but she's a foot taller. She has big titties that Dad
loves to mash together and fuck. I wanted Mom's body as a sexual
plaything and she knew it. I was just on the verge of win-
ning it. too.
The clincher was Dave, my neighbor guy. I came right out and told
him that I knew who he was and called him by name. There
was a long silence. He grew to accept the situation, grew confi-
dent. We arranged to meet at his place the following Wednes-
day at our regular time. It turned out that his wife volunteered
at the Red Cross for four hours from four until eight. I let
him take nude pictures of me in any pose he wanted and sucked his
big dick three times, swallowing enough cum to miss dinner that
night. Before leaving, I told him of my plans for him to fuck my
mother while I watched and took pictures. He was very uneasy
about that, especially about the pictures, but after two
weeks, he agreed to help. At the same time, I had coaxed Mom
back into the bedroom, especially to hear his call. She was
intrigued that a neighbor, one that she'd noticed, was one of my
perverts. What intrigued her most was when I told her we
talked mostly about her. When I told her that I had him con-
vinced that she was the biggest, horniest slut in town, she got
all flushed and excited. When I told her that Dave wanted to
fuck her, I thought her knees would buckle.
At four thirty on Wednesday, Mom followed me into my bedroom
and posted herself by the bed. I let the phone ring five times
before picking up, bringing a puzzled look to her face. She was
ready to answer it herself. I said, "Hello. Hi, Dave. No, I was
downstairs watching Mom fuck the pool guys. I left her with a
big black stud in her asshole and his partner's cock in her
mouth. No, she was standing, bent over. I got to guide his
twelve-inch black python into her steamy cunt and then into her
tight, pink asshole. I was standing behind the white guy,
jacking him off while she sucked his dick, when you called."
Mom's expression was priceless. Dave knew my mom was in the
room with me and he was just to listen. I said, "Yes, she has
big tits. You want me to describe them." I made a frantic
motion with my free hand indicating for her to quickly show me
her tits. She stared with fright. I motioned with great flour-
ish and immediacy. Mom nervously fumbled with her top while I
stalled. She ripped two buttons and flopped her right tit out of
her bra cup. I said while staring hard at it, "Yes, they're cow
udders, but silky smooth and creamy white. They look like
they're always bursting with milk." I indicated to uncover both,
and she did. "You can see tiny blue veins near her nipples.
They are normally silver dollar size." I licked my finger and
rubbed my nipple to cue her. Immediately, she stimulated her
nipples, roughly twisting and pulling them to further
stiffness.
When she had them nice and stiff, she held up her tits and
awaited my description. I said, "They were erect when I left
her. They perk to little cones like big Hershey's kisses, beg-
ging to be nibbled. Of course, I've felt her tits." I hooked my
finger, drawing her close. I reached out with both hands while
cradling the phone in my neck. I roughly squeezed and molded her
big mounds, then slapped them around, saying, "She loves when I
knock them around and make them jiggle all over her chest. I've
been nursing off Mom since I was a baby." I sucked first one,
then the other. "She likes when I bite her nipples, too."
I bared my slightly parted teeth and poised with expecta-
tion. Mom hesitantly moved her right nipple to my mouth and,
using both hands, guided it between my teeth. I gave it a sharp
bite, making her wince. She pulled out and cautiously gathered
the left, insinuating it. I gave it a harder bite and held on,
making her dance in place until I let go, smiling. She didn't
smile; she rubbed her nipple. "Oh, yes, her pussy. That's
the best part." While saying this, I motioned for her to lift
her skirts. Mom paused only briefly then gathered her skirts up
high with one hand and began shucking down her panties with the
other. With her panties at her knees and her dress held to her
middle, I gazed at her lightly-colored hairy muff, saying, "Her
pussy is like a furry, fluffy animal, wild and untamed." I waved
my hands, trying to get her to get free of everything. She
instantly drew the dress over her head, yanked down her panties,
and removed the bra. She stood before me, naked in her shoes. I
laid on my back with my head lolling over the edge, looking up
her body. I reached a hand between her knees and pushed out.
She separated her knees so I could see between her legs. I
said, "Her cunt lips are long and hairy. Her inner lips hang out
by an inch." I rubbed, pinched, and tugged her clit while she
tottered closer. I said, "Her clit is long and fat like a fat
baby boy's dick." I gave it a few more pulls, saying, "Yes,
she's remarkably tight considering how many men use her as a
sperm bank.." I then insinuated my two middle fingers up her
cunt hole and spread the fingers apart, saying, "She does cunt
exercises. She makes me insert two middle fingers and I spread
them apart. With her pussy muscles, she squeezes them together."
I could feel her trying to squeeze, but she didn't win any prize.
Three months later, she could, though. With my two middle
fingers deeply up her cunt hole and my thumb pressed firmly to
her pubic mound, I had her in a firm grip like a bowling ball. I
pulled her up tight until her knees hit the mattress on either
side of my head. I removed my fingers and stared right up her
cunt, saying, "Do I eat her pussy? I came out of that cunt four-
teen years ago and she's been trying to shove me back in, head
first ever since." Mom seemed to like that a lot. She got
her knees onto the edge of the mattress. She moved them out wide
and the splayed crotch settled close over my face in open invita-
tion to match action to words. I had other ideas. I took her
right hand and placed it behind my head and said, "When Mom de-
cides she wants her cunt licked, she grabs me by the back of the
head and just shoves it in there. There is no saying no. " I
felt Mom's hand tighten and quickly said, "I think she's fin-
ishing up down there. Hang on a second. I'll go check."
I moved the phone out of the way and waited. Mom hesitat-
ed, took a deep breath, then pulled my face tight into her wet
beaver. I went totally limp as Mom went mad, using both hands
to hold my head and humping herself on my face. I grabbed a
breath whenever I could, enjoying the feel of her hot fleshy cunt
as it molded itself to my facial features. My nose plowed her wet
furrow. Her maniacal humping twisted my lips through her
cuntlips. Suddenly, she dove on my crotch. My head fell down as
her hands cupped the insides of my thighs. She pried my legs
out and attacked my pussy. I brought the phone up and said, "Ac-
tually, that was a lie. I was just teasing. If anything, I'm
the one that uses Mom's face as a fuck rag. I'm the one that
can put her head between my legs anytime I want to."
I heaved Mom away and climbed up, settling in a seated posi-
tion with my back against the headboard. Remarkably, Mom's face
never left my cunt as I moved. With my knees widely parted, and
a pillow under my ass, I sat back and watched her nuzzle up and
start slavishly licking my crotch. I said, "In fact, she likes
to start by rubbing her face all in my cunt. It's her way of
let- ting me know who's in charge." Mom wasted no time and,
like a subservient lackey, she painted every pore with my
juices, even her ears. I watched her work with great satisfac-
tion. I knew I had my toy. She knew it to. I said, "She
also fucks where, when, and who I say. I'm the one that offered
those pool guys a piece of Mom's ass. I made her strip and bend
over. I stuck the dicks in her cunt, asshole and her mouth. Do
you want to fuck my mother, Dave?" Mom stopped her cunt loving
to look up at me with doleful, pleading eyes. I said, "You
do! You want to fuck her up the ass? Well, here, talk to her."
I shoved the phone in her face and gave her a stern, menacing
stare. She shook her head while pleading with her sad eyes.
She looked ridiculous with her face all wet and shiny. After a
few sec- onds, seeing no reprieve, she took the phone, brought
it to her ear and said, "Hello. Yes, I'm Tiffany's mother.
Yes, I know who you are. Yes, yes it's true. I, uh, yes.
If she tells me to, I will. Yes, any way you want. Okay, here
she is." I accepted the phone and waited for her to return
to my cunt. She was intent on my response. I said, "Don't wor-
ry, Mother. You'll get your cock, now go back to licking." I
waited as she nestled back between my legs and stared back with
hungry eyes. I said, "Jesus, you'd think the slut would be
satisfied with two, but no. Just the thought of another pair of
balls to drain into her body has her all excited. I think
she'd fuck the pall bearers at my father's funeral. Hell, she'd
fuck a pony at my wedding. Hey, that's not a bad idea. No,
I won't marry you; you're already married. You can come to my
wedding, though. While I'm having a piece of cake, you can get
in that long line behind the best man, the one with the pony at
the end, and have a piece of my Mom."
Mom went nuts and began attacking my pussy. I had to slow
her down, saying, "Woah, horsy. That's a delicate instrument.
It's not like yours." She slowed. I said, "Sure, we'll be right
down." I hung up the phone and pushed Mom away, saying,
"Throw on something simple. I'm taking you to get bred." She
threw a shift over her naked body and followed me out to the car.
Minutes later, we parked a few houses down from Dave's. Mom was
very nervous and clung to me, looking guiltily all around. I
said, "Well if this neighborhood had any doubts about what we are
going to do, you sure dispelled those. Why don't you just shout,
were met at the door by Dave, wearing only a towel. He ushered
us inside and dropped the towel. His eleven-inch boner rose
to salute us. I pushed on Mom's shoulders, saying, "Well, you
know how to greet a man. Get naked, get down, and suck it."
Mom nervously knelt, but I had to divest her of her shift. I
took his cock and the back of her head, and made a union. I
watched her lips flow over his crown. For the next two hours,
I pho- tographed them in every conceivable position. She
freaked at the first shots, but once Dave buried his dick in her
cunt, she became a great model, posing and smiling for the cam-
era. I made hime fuck her asshole and took real close-up pic-
tures of that.
A week later, I showed those pictures to dad and told him that if
he ever used me as a whore to sell his stupid insurance he will
have to pay me. I also told him that he better never say any-
thing to Mom about what she does. That night, I came down to
dinner, stark naked, with my hair fluffed and teased. Dad
could not keep his eyes off me. After dinner, I demonstrated my
control over Mom. With her head between my legs, I looked at
dad and said, "This whore is mine. I won her, fair and square."
All he could do was nod. A week later Dad opened a saving account
in my name and put five thousand dollars in it for my college ed-
ucation and he agreed to add the same amount every year. In re-
turn, he got to fuck Mom twice a week without my permission. I
explained to him that is because, on average, the married couple
made love 1.8 times a week. He also got complete use of my pussy
and asshole for a week. Beyond that he has to pay $50 to me any-
time he came using my mother's body and $100 any time he came us-
ing mine with my consent, $250 if he raped me. You can imagine
the times I teased him into raping me, his favorite fantasy.
He took us on vacation to a secluded lodge for the week he had
full use of my body. He fucked me sixty-nine times during that
week. I had Mom keep a record of it all. Twenty-nine up my pussy
and forty up my asshole. Blowjobs don't count, you see. He never
fucked mom once, but I did. I had Dad buy me a strap-on dildo the
week before and I used it with vengance, fucking mom's every hole
with it.
My first buggering was the best. Mom wanted Dad to use a lubri-
cant, but he insisted that he can use me anyway he sees fit and
he wanted to fuck my asshole dry. I came down on his side. After
all, a deal is a deal. He had me assume what became the family's
favorite position, grapped my buttocks with his hands and pressed
his thumbs on the sides of my throbbing pink asshole. His apple-
sized cockhead was soon pressing at my backdoor. I saw my mother
grimace in sympathy. I hooked my knees behind his and pushed back
against him. I felt sudden sharp pain and the apple was in my
asshole. I saw drops of blood around the rim as Dad cruely pushed
further in. It hurt like hell for a while and I felt like I was
bursting at the seems but soon I began to feel the familiar and
wonderful sensations through the pain. "Come on you filthy daugh-
ter fucking bastard. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard." And he obliged.
With long strokes he skewred my bleeding rectum with his foot-
long cock. Mom stared incredelously as she saw Dad pull his horse-
like cock out of my asshole until his crown hooked
against my sphincter only to push it back in as hard as he can. I
was busy licking his balls and the under side of his cock as it
see-sawed above my face while I had five fingers inside my hungry
pussy. I felt pain again as he pulled his shaft completely out
only to stab it in me repeatedly until he began to spew his hot
cream over between my bleeding hole and raw pussy. I ordered Mom
to take his cock in her mouth and clean it. She protested but she
swallowed it, tasting cum, blood and shit. She had to do the same
forty times that week. Every evening we sat in the living room
watching TV with me sitting on Dad's lap, his hard cock up my
ass while Mom sits between our legs and licks my pussy and his
cock.
We were back again in the same lodge two months later. My Dad
paid me a thousand dollars for a three day weekend with him and
two clients of his. I loved getting a trible fuck. One in my
pussy, one in my asshole and the third in my mouth. I would've
done for free, but a girl needs a good education. Mom loved it
too. We are such a happy family now.
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