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The Callers
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> The Callers
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>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 without question. 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. Partly, 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 difficult 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 I always keep bare, drive men crazy.
>
>But my most valuable asset 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 mid-thigh, 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 something more respectable and even bought me some
>scandalous underwear. My Dad just loves it, especially 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 had been about to turn twelve when I discovered that my Dad had the
>biggest cock, and have been 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 resist 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 straddled 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 cock tip and pushed back against it,
>fastening my twelve year old mouth on his lower lip. Just then he
>hugged me hard to him, pushed into me and spurted his seed between my
>cunt-lips. 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
>presence on top of him and he soon had his tongue down my throat and on
>hand found its way between my wet cunt-lips. 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.
>
>And that was two years ago. So all in all, Dad had good reasons for
>laying down the law the way he did. Mom couldn't say much, because of
>the way she'd been letting me 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 the 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 always 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 snuck my hand in and pulled it
>out, rubbed the head along my cunt-lips 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 inside my bulging throat.
>He then pulled his cock out, continuing to fill my mouth until it
>overflowed. More cum hit my tits, stomach and pussy. I was totally
>covered in cum when Dad jumped off the bed, grabbed my Polaroid from the
>bookshelf and took four pictures of me in my obscene position. He kept
>three of them and left one for me. This became an almost nightly
>occurrence. He would tried to fuck my pussy and asshole, but I insisted
>I was not ready for sex 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 masturbating, 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 private phone was 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 made 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 possessed 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. We did not, right then, fuck
>in front of her.
>
>That's when Mom began popping into my room fairly regularly. The first
>time she decided to stay was memorable. I was getting into position,
>stark naked. I wanted to try something I discovered doing gymnastic
>exercises. One day I found myself with my head in my crotch, staring at
>a split in the inseam. 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 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
>encouragement. 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
>suppose I could." I cupped the mouthpiece and said, "He wants me to get
>in the position." She nodded for 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, breathing 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 describe 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 manipulate 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 embarrassed 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 happened 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 had
>fallen 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 excitedly 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
>imagination, 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
>pillow. 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 explain 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 use your dildo."
>
>"Tiffany! You little sneak. Now you're embarrassing 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, reached 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.
>
>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 inexperienced 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, dripping 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 dildo.
>
>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 positions, 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 in on my
>obscene phone calls, and got a hardon whenever he answered one and gave
>the guy my number. I learned that Dad gave my number 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 mattress 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 terrific. 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 winning 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 confident. We arranged
>to meet at his place the following Wednesday 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 convinced 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 flourish 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, begging 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 expectation. 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 fourteen 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 invitation to match action to words. I had other
>ideas. I took her right hand and placed it behind my head and said,
>"When Mom decides 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 finishing up down
>there. Hang on a second. I'll go check."
>
>I moved the phone out of the way and waited. Mom hesitated, 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, "Actually,
>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 position 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 letting 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 satisfaction. 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 seconds, 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 worry, 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. Just act
>natural, why don't you?" It wasn't as if _she_ was naked.
>
>We 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 photographed 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 camera. I made him
>fuck her asshole and took real close-up pictures 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 anything 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 he opened a saving account in my name and put five thousand
>dollars in it for my college education and he agreed to add the same
>amount every year. In return, 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
>anytime he came using my mother's body and $100 any time he came using
>mine with my consent, $250 if he raped me. You can imagine how many
>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. Blow-jobs 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 vengeance, fucking Mom's every hole with it.
>
>My first buggering was the best. Mom wanted Dad to use a lubricant, 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, grabbed my
>buttocks with his hands and pressed his thumbs on the sides of my
>throbbing pink asshole. His apple-sized cock-head 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
>cruelly 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
>daughter-fucking bastard. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard." And he obliged.
>With long strokes he skewered my bleeding rectum with his foot-long
>cock. Mom stared incredulously 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 triple 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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