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"The Folks in the Hood"

By Phil Phantom

Our family used to be quite ordinary, and we used to live in an

ordinary suburban neighborhood. That all changed when we moved
to the country and bought a house on a quiet cul-de-sac road by
a lake. Only eleven houses were built there when the developers
bailed out of a much larger retirement subdivision plan. The
bailout left the few home owners stranded in near isolation, but
the property values on the few vacant, finished units were
unbelievably low. We took one, and by the end of the first
year, the other three were sold, all to retired couples.

My three children, Pam, fifteen; Jerry, thirteen; and Heather,

my eleven-year-old, love the new neighborhood, though they hate
the long bus ride to school. We all love the lake, the
solitude, and we grew to love the isolation. We have no police
and fire protection, though the county will send a Sheriff for
anything serious. Life-flight helicopters can be called for
medical emergencies. In all, we feel quite safe and secure.

Pam is your typical young teenage girl, only she hardly looks
typical. She is exceptional. With long flowing auburn hair and
big green eyes, she cuts a stunning figure, especially now that
she has one. She is fit and trim without a single ounce of fat
on her five foot frame. She wants to be an NFL cheerleader, and
has studied dance and gymnastics.

Jerry and Pam are often assumed to be twins, though they have
eighteen months separating them. He has a few freckles, where
Pam has none. Jerry and I are very close. He loves his
sisters, and is a good boy.

Heather is an adorable, precocious little girl with a full head

of curly locks, big brown eyes, and a frolicsome, mischievous
and tom-boyish disposition. She has never played with dolls and
is as likely to come home with a lizard or frog as Jerry. She
is also obsessed with the things that most girls don't think
about until puberty--things such as nudity, dirty pictures, and
the adult world in general.

Heather is a sneaker and a peeker. I have caught her stealing

peeks up my skirt or down my blouse more than Jerry. My
husband, Dan, tells me that when he comes out of the shower, he
can be assured that Heather will be hiding somewhere with a
view, waiting for him to drop the towel. He stopped looking for
her before doing so when she was seven; consequently, she knows
her father well.

After moving into the new house, we discovered her spying on us

when we have sex. This unnerved me, but Dan thought it was cute
and exciting. He insists I not look for her, and look the other
way when she sneaks in or out. When we discovered the lock on
our bedroom door was broken, he refused to fix or replace it. I
am quite sure that he disabled it.

All of our neighbors are retired couples. None of them have

children living at home, so ours have none to play with unless
grandchildren visit. That doesn't happen very often, as the
retires like to travel and prefer to visit them. At any given
time, a third are on the road, usually going out together in one
RV. The retirees are all very close, and we felt like
outsiders, intruders, at first.

For one thing, they are not your typical old folks. Most are
quite active, healthy, and down to earth. Earthy is a better
term. They party all the time. In the warm days, they party
outdoors a great deal, and drink heavily. They also go about
scantily clad, even nude in their back yards. At the lake or
out front on the street, the men like to wear those obscene
nylon speedo suits that leave little to imagine and looks more
like a penis pouch. The women often go topless or wear
ridiculously brief bikini bottoms. A few do look silly, a
little too heavy or flabby to be showing off, but most have
stayed trim. The men, I must say, look quite appealing in their
jock suits, even with a paunch or balding head. These people
were growing old gracefully, or not at all.

At first, I was put off by the reports my children brought home.

They saw much more of the goings on than I did: senior citizens
acting like teenagers. Being the only kids around, ours were
quite popular with the old folks. I stopped worrying about them
after feeling more secure with the neighborhood. I knew they
were being watched over at all times. If I need them, a few
calls would lead me to where they were, usually in someone's
house, or playing in a backyard pool. There were several pools
to choose from, but we were poolless. Most of my information
about what went on came from Heather. Pam and Jerry were
tight-lipped.

Dan, my husband, traveled extensively as a regional sales rep,

so he was hardly ever home. He never knew what went on. I was
afraid that if he knew, he'd move us again. He would have had
good reason. From what Heather blurted out, my kids were more
than young company for old folks to tolerate. They were their
amusement.

Encouraged to skinny dip, they were constantly being

photographed and touched. Pam jumped all over Heather for
revealing this, and I got little out of her after that. This
occurred at the start of the warm weather, in early May. We had
a long season ahead when most of the residents would be at home.
My imagination worked overtime pouring over the potential risks
and consequences of permitting this to go on while remaining
silent. I had no real choice other than moving. If the kids
couldn't play with the neighbors, they would be bored out of
their skulls and always under foot. I enjoyed having the house
to myself. After a few weeks of agonizing and soul searching,
realizing that I may be opening the door to molestation, even
for young Heather, I nonetheless remained silent.

After I made that resolve, I also resolved to tolerate any

molestation should I learn of it. I figured they already were
being molested. I could read it in their faces. It was the
type of molestation kids enjoy, not report. The neighbors would
never harm them; fondle them, photograph them, yes, but not
intentionally do anything to permanently do harm. I did not for
one minute suspect that intercourse might be involved. They
were good people, just randy, that's all. I kept my eyes peeled
for any tangible proof. This was difficult, as they became very
secretive and were gone most of the time.

They rarely came or went together, and were often at different

places. Though I had no proof, I could tell that they shared a
secret, and they had that look, the look you get after you know
about sex from first-hand knowledge. Call it mother's
intuition, but this mother knew. By the end of May, I felt
alone, ostracized, left out, and depression set in. I had one
good friend among my neighbors and she would stop by and visit
with me. We became very close.

She was a gregarious, fun-loving woman in her early fifties,

married to a retired military man. Helen and Pete were also one
of the more attractive of our neighbors. She had a figure any
thirty-year-old would die for. Pete is a big man with one of
the most impressive endowments which he loves to display. He
has all of his hair with little gray, and he has no paunch.

Helen raised four children of her own and had been around
sexually. We talked a great deal about her sexual past, the
many men she had as lovers during her thirty-four-year marriage,
and the two women. She avoided talking about any of our
neighbors, but she liked talking about sex, and tried to pry
into my sex history. The trouble was, I had nothing to talk
about unless I wanted to share my fantasies and tell her my
masturbation technique. I could never do that.

One morning, I felt particularly down and out. The kids had
begun sleeping over and I hadn't seen Heather in three days.
Pam would bounce in and bounce out, but it had been a week since
she slept in her own bed. Jerry, like Pam, had not slept in his
bed in a week, but he stopped by to see how I was doing two or
three times a day.

So, with Helen before me, and feeling desperate, I simply

blurted out, "Helen, I know something is going on with the
neighbors and my kids. I've known for some time. Please, you
don't need to deny anything; I'm not accusing anyone. I just
feel so left out and alone. I think I may lose my mind if
things go on like this. I have no intention of stopping it, but
I don't want to be left alone, treated like an outsider."

Helen studied me over the rim of her coffee, then set it down
and said, "What do you think is going on, Julia?"

"Please don't do that, Helen. Don't be like everyone else. You

know me. I'm not going to cause anyone any trouble. I can
handle it. What I can't handle is all the lies, silent lies."
"Julia, I do sympathize with you. Look, I'm not saying you are
right, and I'm not saying you're wrong. Let's just say you are
right, just for the sake of argument. If these neighbors are
having sex with your minor children, they would be very
secretive and protective about it, right?"

"Yes, and that's exactly how they have been..."

"No, wait. Let me finish. They would be very concerned about

the mother of those children. Mothers can be highly volatile
over such things. Some might get a gun. Others would go to the
law."

"We don't even own a gun. Besides, you know I'm not like that,
Helen. "

"I don't think you are, but they don't know you as well as I do.
You might expect this group to investigate this mother, to find
out how much of a threat she might be, or what trouble she might
cause."

"Is that why you befriended me, to investigate me?"

"This is a hypothetical case, remember? This group would not be

comfortable with this potential threat until they had something
on her as bad as what they were doing with her kids. Still,
even with this, she'd have to be the type that avoided
controversy, avoiding trouble rather than confronting it. Then,
and only then, would these people feel comfortable with her."

"So what you're saying is, you're here to get something on me.
Is that it? Okay, Helen, listen. There is nothing to get. I
honestly haven't done anything. But consider this: I have known
about their activities for over a month; I've said nothing to
anyone; I haven't bothered the kids with questions ever since I
became suspicious; I've made no attempt to find out what they're
up to; I don't sneak around or peek out my drapes.

"For God's sake, Helen, I know you people are sexually involved
with them, and I let them spend the night, night after night.
Little Heather, only eleven years old, told me she skinny dips,
gets photographed in the nude, and gets felt up by you people.
She has been with one couple after another, all night, for three
nights now. They are passing her around, and I am permitting
it. In my book, if the girl is being molested, I am as guilty
as anyone. What must I do to earn their trust, send condoms
with them? I'm sorry, that was out of line. I know they aren't
having intercourse with them. All I want is for them to be open
and free about what they are doing."

"Actually, condoms would be a nice gesture, but I doubt any of

them would use the things."

I sat in stunned silence for a moment, trying not to betray my

shock at her implication. I took a sip of coffee, then said,
"If that would break the ice, I'll send a dozen to each house.
Are they...having intercourse?"
"And if we are?"

"Well, that would still make no difference. I am still in the

same boat. The kids obviously enjoy whatever is being done to
them. If I interfered, they'd revolt. They'd hate me. If I
told my husband, he'd pack us up and move. I love this house,
this place. The kids have never been happier anywhere. If they
are having sex with my kids, there isn't a damn thing I would or
could do about it. Again, I just want to know, and I want
everybody, including my kids, to know that I know so this awful
silence can end."

"Okay, Julia, you've convinced me. I'm going to come clean on

behalf of me and Pete. I won't take that risk for anyone else.
Each will have to come clean on their own. I will encourage
them to do so, and they will once they see how you take my
confession. Remember, now, this is just me and Pete. That is
far as I am willing to go, and as far as you know, we are the
only ones, understand?"

"Oh, Helen, thank you. Yes, please, let me prove myself."

"You'd better get a grip on your seat. I have had oral sex with
all three, and regular vaginal and anal sex with Jerry. Pete
has had all three as well, in every way, even with Heather."

I could not believe or imagine what she'd just told me. Vaginal
sex with an eleven-year-old girl, anal sex with my son, it all
seemed impossible, especially for people like Helen and Pete.
Remembering that I was being tested and needed to remain calm, I
took a sip of coffee and said, "How are they?"

"Finally got you breath back, huh?"

"Is it the truth?"

"Why on earth would I lie about that?"

Why indeed, I reasoned. My head was swimming, but I remained

calm, saying, "Okay, I asked to know. Now that I know, I *am*
shocked. I'd be lying if I said otherwise. I had no idea it
was that way at all. I mean, how?"

"You mean how could decent folks like us screw an

eleven-year-old girl? More specifically, how could I lie naked
on my bed with my legs pulled back and encourage your little
girl to lick my pussy while my husband fucks his nine-inch cock
in her little twat, then buries that prick, balls deep, in her
tiny asshole to give her a sperm enema. Is that the how you
mean, or do you want the mechanics?"

I just nodded. She said, "Are you okay? Do you want to hear
more? I've gone this far. I'll lay it all out for you if you
still want to know."

"Yes, please, go on. I'm okay, but I can't shake the feeling
that you are pulling my leg. Is this one of your tests?"

"No, this is no joke, and it's no test. I wouldn't do that to

you. I know how stressed you are. I know I talk crude, but
it's hard not to when you are talking about raw, dirty, nasty
sex. That's what this is, Julia. We don't make love to your
children, we fuck them. Besides, the kids don't want love and
hugs, they want sex--raw, down and dirty, cunt suckin', butt
fuckin', cock suckin' raw. The nastier we get with them, the
better they like it, especially Heather. With that child, you
can piss on her, shit on her, slap her around, tie her in knots,
and fuck her till her nose bleeds, and she'll still come
crawling back wanting more. She really is incredible, Julia."

"Are you saying that Pete is penetrating her vagina and anus
with his penis. How is that possible? He's so big."

"Honey, they've all been conditioned to take the largest cock in

any hole. Pete is not the largest, by the way. It isn't as
difficult as you might imagine. We used cucumbers and had the
kids wear them in their cunts and bottoms. We have them in all
sizes. We began small and worked up. It doesn't take that
long. It took Heather three weeks to take Pete to the balls in
either hole."

"I can't believe I never noticed anything."

"Didn't you wonder why they stopped taking their meals here over
a month ago?"

"What's to wonder with ten grandmothers always feeding them.

I'm a lousy cook, Helen."

"We feed the kids a special diet to make their stool soft and
pliable. They eat baby food for the nutrition, and all the
Coke, candy, and ice cream they want. Pete says sliding into
any of their asses is like sticking his dick in warm butter."

"But what about the girl's vaginas, especially Heather's. It's

so small."

"It was small. We got some help from a wood worker. He made a
simple device than fits where the leaf that goes in our dining
table. It's just a four-inch length of dowel sticking up in the
center. We cut the cucumber to the desired length, jam the cut
end over the dowel, then had the kids do the splits over it. We
oil the table so they can't stay suspended over the cuke for
long, eventually, their legs give out, their feet slide, and
bingo, cunt lips or balls kiss the table. Each day, we added a
bigger piece.

"The kids saw this as a game, not a conditioning exercise. They

all loved playing the game. The fun part was whipping their
inner thighs and asses to make them sink fully onto the cuke.
Heather is a natural masochist. She never cries, 'Uncle.'"

I shook my head to clear the cob webs, then got up to pace.

Helen waited for my question, and I was finally able to ask one,
saying, "But, I have never seen a mark on her. She doesn't
walk funny. She looks the same. How could this be if you treat
her as you say?"
"We take good care not to leave a mark. Another thing, she
doesn't come home until she passes a thorough visual exam and
has had a chance to rest up. You haven't seen her in three
days. There's a good reason for that. I saw her right before I
came over. Believe me, she's in no condition to see her mommy,
nor does she want to."

"Oh, my god!"

"Now, don't go getting all motherly on me now. She's fine.

She's having a ball. She just received some marks that won't go
away for a few days. Pete got a little carried away with a thin
belt, that's all. She kept asking for it harder, and Pete gave
it to her. Don't be pissed at Pete, I held her for him and told
him to go ahead."

"Oh, Jesus!" I paced back and forth, sick with worry, wondering
what sort of hell had we dropped into. I stopped my pacing to
look hard at Helen, not menacing hard, but trying to really see
her, see what type of person or monster she really was.

Helen said, "Look, I know how upsetting this is to hear. I

would apologize and promise that it will never happen again, but
you want the truth, right?"

"Yes, Helen, please, tell me the truth."

"Okay, the truth is, as long as you live here and let your kids
out, we will invite them into our home and use them sexually.
We both like to get rough with them, and enjoy beating their
pink butts with a belt. They have all learned to appreciate a
little rough stuff. We will never force anything on them. I
don't like trying to hide what we've done. I would like to be
able to send Heather home with her ass leaking semen, her pussy
red and raw, and whip marks on her ass so Mommy can clean her
all up, nurse her wounds, and get her ready for the next time.
That's what you want, right, involvement, openness, honesty?
Well, there it is. Now, deal with it."

Oddly, when I looked at Helen, I saw no monster. What I did see

was a brutally honest woman. After all the silent lies, after
all the neglect, her honesty, as hard as it was to hear, was
like fresh air. I could not hate her or be angry with her.
After a bit more pacing, I was ready to sit down and talk.

I said, "Helen, after what you just shared with me, I realize
how hard it must have been for you to open up. I realize that
you did that to help me. You are the most honest person I ever
met. I asked, and you gave. You trusted me. I won't betray
that trust. I said I'd tolerate anything, and that's what I'll
do. I can't pretend to like or approve what you are doing to my
kids, but I'm sure you could care less whether I approve or not.
Am I right?"

"I'm afraid so, Julia. I took you at your word and figured,
'What the hell, why not go for it.' Another reason is that we
both get off more on using your kids because you don't approve.
The fact that you disapprove but can't or won't stop us is a
real turn on for us. We are not alone in that view; I'll tell
you that much. I know you can stop this by moving away; I took
a gamble that you won't."

"Well, you were right. I won't unless my kids come to me and

want out of here. It doesn't look like that's likely to happen.
Like I said, I've never seen them happier. If they're happy,
I'm happy. If the day comes when they do want out, I can assure
you, we will leave quietly. Neither Dan nor I want any trouble.
We'd just try to start over some place else."

"Well, that won't happen here. We adore those kids, and if

anyone upsets even one of them, they'd have to deal with all of
us. We want those little fuck bunnies to be happy and to remain
right here. Another thing, Julia, if any one of those kids
complained about getting beaten, the beatings would immediately
cease for that child. Everyone understands that. The kids know
it, too. They can stop any activity at any time. They have
verbal safe words and finger signals for when they might be
gagged. They've all tried them, and they know the signals work.
I'm just telling you that for your peace of mind. I am not
trying to win your approval. For heaven's sake, please don't
approve."

I laughed for the first time in weeks, then said, "Don't worry,
I won't, I don't, and I shan't, ever. I think what you're doing
to those innocent children is an abomination in the face of God,
and you will all burn in hell for it. But, I want to thank you
for sharing." I smiled.

Helen stood and allowed her shift to fall to the floor, leaving
herself naked. She embraced me. That show of genuine affection
touched me. She held me at arms length and looked me in the
eye. She said, "I liked the sound of that. The others will come
around. Give them time. I could just sit your kids down and
tell them that I told you everything, but I have a better way.
We seduced them into this by making dares that got progressively
naughtier. Your kids can't pass on a dare; did you know that?"

"Well, now that you mention it, yes."

"I think I'll dare them to do things that give us away, little
by little. I'm going to start with Heather. I'm going to bring
her home to you, buck assed naked, cum running down her legs,
her face wet with my pussy juices. I'm going to dare her to go
along, and dare her to try and French kiss you. I'll see if I
can talk Margie into coming over with us. If you want to
impress everyone, let Margie see you accepting your daughter in
that condition. Don't ask questions about the marks, just be
polite. Invite us in to visit. While we chat, wipe her pussy
and her legs, rub some cream on her marks, put on a good show
for us. Later, get her showered and cleaned up, dress her up
real pretty, and bring her over to us tonight. If you do that,
word will get around, everyone will loosen up. Margie loves to
talk. If you put on a good show of reluctant acceptance, it
will be like having a video made."

"Wow, that's a tough order to fill for a mother. I didn't want

to get directly involved, just informed."
"That may be, but several of us want you directly involved,
reluctantly involved. We get off on it. Marge is one."

"You go ahead if you want to do it that way. If Heather takes

that dare, I'll do my best."

"She'll take it. You better start puckering. I hope you like
my vaginal wetness as much as Heather does. Want a sample?"

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass."

"Oh, come on. Your face and my twat were made for each other.
You'll be tasting me soon, anyway."

"I'll wait."

"We'll see, huh? I might just rub my cunt in your face. Try
not to get turned on, Julia. That would spoil our fun."

"I don't think that will happen. No, I know that won't happen."
Helen left, walking out the door still stark naked. Earlier,
she'd told me that before we moved into the neighborhood, they
used to walk around naked everywhere. Obviously, she felt
comfortable again. I waited with growing anxiety, trying to
imagine what my little girl might look like. I rehearsed my
responses to a variety of scenarios, trying to imagine what
Helen might do or how they would act. I also tried to imagine
how Heather would act. I was as prepared as I could be when the
door bell finally rang.

I opened the door and found three women (Helen, Margie, and
Linda) with Heather. All were naked. My eye fell on Heather
and I had to stifle a gasp. She stood grinning at me with a
shiny wet face, a face wet from chin to hairline. She posed
with her feet apart and her mons thrust out obscenely. A quick
glance down stole my breath away. Her child vagina was red, raw
looking, gaping, and drenched in viscous semen that seeped from
her hole and cascaded down her inner thighs. Cum trails ran off
her heels. I was speechless. She said, "Wow, Mom, don't I even
get a kiss hello?"

I stuttered and stammered, looked to the three grinning women,

then bent for the kiss. Heather grabbed my head and pressed her
lips hard to mine. Her little tongue forced its way inside my
mouth. I struggled weakly with the strong feminine musk filling
my nose, her small tongue in full possession of my mouth, her
hands gripping my head. She held that kiss while I made a show
of resistance, all the while slyly permitting it. In parting,
she rubbed her wet face across my lips. When she let go, I
recoiled back, wiping my face with my backhand. My facial
expression showed my true shock, but self-control did not permit
the accompanying outrage that should have followed.

Heather said, "Aren't you going to invite them in, Mommy?"

In a somber, hesitant tone, I said, "Yes, come in if you want."

They followed me in and took seats on my sofa. I said, "I
have coffee on. Would you ladies like some?"
When I returned with the tray of coffee, they had placed one of
my dining chairs in front of them on the other side of the
coffee table. Heather stood beside the chair, waiting for me to
sit. Thinking ahead, I brought a warm washcloth. I poured the
coffee and set out the condiments. Taking the washcloth in
hand, I sat in the chair and pulled Heather to me. I started on
her face. Heather smiled, beamed, actually, while I cleaned her
face. The women watched and sipped coffee.

I concentrated on the task at hand but could not help noticing

the women out of the corner of my eye. Each looked less likely
than the next to be a party to such indecency. Margie, with her
pleasant face and white hair, styled, and looking for all the
world like a classy elderly lady. And Linda, small, thin, and
frail, a delicate woman you'd never think could so much as utter
a dirty word, all sat in unladylike positions with their knees
out wide. Helen, the lewdest of all, had her legs draped over
the thighs of the other women and was stroking her finger in her
open vagina. All three had shaved their vaginas, but Linda had
left a heart-shaped patch on her mound. Their lewd display was
most distracting, especially when the other two joined Helen in
playing with their vaginas.

I still hadn't noticed any marks except for three red lines on
Heather's mound that disappeared between her legs. When I
finished cleaning her face, I told her to stand on the coffee
table. Unless I set her on my lap, there was no other way. I
certainly didn't want that mess on my lap. I could see that my
actions pleased the ladies.

When Heather turned to step onto the table, I saw the marks. My
hand came to my mouth to help cover the audible gasp. Heather
stood lewdly displaying her backside to me. I could not believe
what they'd done to my little girl. I expected red marks, but
she had cuts, cuts that had bled at one time. The lines were
angry red marks with raised weals. Several were fresh and they
went from the backs of her knees to the upper swells of her
bottom. Most were concentrated low and on her inner thighs. I
was appalled. I could not hide that fact. My jaw was set
tightly and I avoided their eyes, setting about the mechanical
task of wiping sperm from her lower legs and feet.

My hands shook while I worked. When I had her lower legs and
feet cleaned, I tersely said, "Turn around, Heather!"

She turned and stood with her legs wide apart. None of this
seemed to be bothering her. She still wore her defiant smile.
She stood with her hands on her hips, obscenely jutting out her
young vulva. Much of the pity I'd felt for her evaporated at
that point. I applied myself to wiping sperm from the insides
of her knees, working up her inner thighs, trying not to
irritate her wounds. She surprised me by saying, "Do you know
what that stuff is, Mommy?"

"Yes, I'm well aware of what it is."

"It's sperm, and its in my pussy, too, lots of it, and there's
even more in my butthole. Are you going to wipe my pussy, too?"
"Yes, now hold still."

"It's way up inside, you know. Do you know how it got there?"

"Yes, Heather, I know how it got there, and I don't like it one
bit. I'd appreciate it if you'd just be quiet. I'd rather not
discuss it."

I had cleaned her legs by this time and was about to start on
her vagina. Her position did not make that easy. She suggested
a better position and turned to drop on her all fours, facing
away, her knees widely spaced. She presented me a vulgar
spread, and wiggled her butt, looking back at me from over her
shoulder, smiling wickedly and saying, "There, can you see my
pussy real good now, Mommy? Can you see where the man fucked
me?"

Her words were a slap in my face, but the sight she presented
prevented me from reacting to that slap. Indeed, I could see
where he fucked her. Her vagina hung open as did her anus. I
could insert a finger in either place without touching the
sides, and sperm leaked from both. Beyond her, in my line of
sight, the women were obviously affected. Each had a hand in
the crotch of the woman beside her. Helen had two hands in her
crotch, and they were pulling her open for my benefit. Helen
was fingering the other two while they ground their pussies on
those fingers. I was awed by what I saw, still not fully
believing what was happening. It took all my strength to
continue.

Continue, I did, and as I worked, touching my daughter's most

intimate places, I felt my own vagina responding to the scene.
Against my will, arousal began to grow like a warm water douche.
I used my bare finger to move and open her to the washcloth.
Before I was through, Heather crawled into the spread of Helen's
legs. Helen scooted forward and brought her legs up as her
friends held her by the knees, obscenely spread for my daughter.
I followed, continuing my ministrations, but watching my little
girl service this bizarre older woman with her mouth as Helen
ground her pussy on her face.

This continued for over ten minutes, long after I was through.
I continued my attentions until Helen reached her climax. I
could not tear my eyes from the juncture of Helen's thighs where
my daughter's lips and tongue worked constantly. Heater sucked
hard on Helen's clit. Helen came while humping mt little girl's
face. I then watched Heather lap the spend from her hole. I
was hot by that point, but tried hard not to show it.

When I could see that they were almost through, I sat back and
waited. Heather got up and laid on her back with her head in my
lap, her ass resting on the coffee table, waiting for me to
clean her face. All I had to use was the spermy rag, so I used
it. While I moved it over her face, she licked at the rag. I
thought she was incredible.

As I finished the job, Helen got up on the coffee table and

moved to straddle Heather's hips. She pulled her pussy lips
open and assumed a half squat. I had no idea what to expect
from this act, but I could not tear my eyes from her sex. I'd
never really examined a vagina before, not even my own. Hers
looked sexy, clean, pink and fresh, wickedly erotic. While I
stared, she used her two index fingers to pinch along both sides
of her urethra, bringing it out.

Suddenly, an amber stream burst forth, aimed at Heather's face.

I let out a squeal, sat up stiffly, then held my breath. Very
quickly, my eyes dropped to my lap, piss was splattering
everywhere and seeping through my skirts, wetting my blouse,
warming my own crotch as it flowed through my vaginal lips and
puddled in my seat. Heather was trying to catch the stream with
her mouth wide open, and catching quite a bit. She drank what
she caught. I was dumbfounded. This was unfathomable. Still,
I could not stop the wickedly delicious sensations emanating
from my crotch.

Helen used her fingers to direct the stream from side to side,
and used pelvic movement to lift and drop the stream. Halfway
through, Helen brought the stream up my front, slowly. I sat
back stiffly as it hit between my breasts, then sat helplessly
as she brought it up my neck and peed in my face. I sat
stoically and took her piss squarely in my face with my lips
tightly clenched. The piss splashing in my face seemed to go on
and on. I opened my eyes and sat still as she stepped across
to balance on my seat. Her feet were on the forward corners,
and her pussy was in my face. I started to say something, when
a quick jet went right in my open mouth. Another followed right
after as I tried to protest what she'd done. I could not
believe this was happening to me. I spit the piss out and Helen
sternly said, "If I piss in your mouth, you drink it, you hear,
bitch! Now open your fucking mouth."

Dumbly, I opened my mouth and received a short squirt. I

swallowed. She smiled, looked to her amused friends, then
looked back to me and said, "Do you have any objection to the
way I treat your daughter?" I opened wide to receive the
expected wet punctuation. She pissed another squirt. I
swallowed and humbly said no. "Do you object to my husband
fucking her pussy?" Squirt. Swallow. No. "Her ass?" Squirt.
Swallow. No. "Her mouth?" Squirt. Swallow. No.

I looked up her body at her smiling face, then stayed that way
as she moved her pussy over my mouth. She rubbed herself on my
lips. I could have clenched my lips shut, but for reasons I'll
never fully understand, I let my lips go slack. This allowed
her to move her piss hole between my lips. When she
accomplished this, and had a good seal, she released her flow,
filling my mouth. I swallowed three mouthfuls, then took
numerous smaller squirts, swallowing each, all the while
listening to her telling me what she can do with my kids. I
nodded my acceptance into her cunt while Heather had reached to
my tits and squeezed them hard.

After Helen drained her bladder, she remained with her pussy on
my mouth. We were looking in each other's eyes, and I
understood the appeal of sex, raw and nasty. I felt the urge to
signal my awakening by running my tongue up through her slit,
but I remembered what she'd told me about being reluctant. I
should be offended by what she'd done, so I just held steady
when she began rubbing her pussy on my face in a vulgar grind.
She coated my face with her pussy slime, then stepped down,
laughing.

Margie walked up and ripped my blouse open. She undid my bra

and exposed my breasts to Heather's fingers. Heather took my
tits in a frontal grip over the nipples and squeezed them hard,
making me wince.

Margie then straddled my lap and ground her pussy on Heather's

mouth. My tits ached under Heather's firm grasp, but I made no
move to stop her. Margie pissed, wetting my lap further, then
mimicked what Helen had done after mounting the chair. As
before, I took it in silent humiliation. Linda followed suit,
but did a vulgar bump and grind in my face while pissing freely.
We were drenched in piss, and it puddled beneath the chair on
my hardwood floor, spreading out in a three foot diameter
puddle. The women got up and left us like that. Heather still
had me by the tits.

Once they were gone, I pried her fingers off me and pushed her
off my lap. She sat up on the coffee table with her legs
folded. I stood looking down on her and shook my head. I left
my tits exposed and said, "Heather, that was awful what you did."

"I know, but it was fun."

"Honey, that's not fun, it's just filthy and dirty."

"I know, that's what makes it fun."

"So, what you're saying is, you have no intention of stopping

this."

"No, and you can't make me. Helen says so."

"I realize that, but if your father finds out, he can stop it in
a hurry."

"Well, then, don't tell him."

"I have no intention of telling him. I don't want to leave this

place because you kids can't control your nasty impulses."

"Good, then everything is okay, right."

"It's not okay, but I can't stop it. You are on your own, but
you are in way over your head, sweetheart."

"So are you, Mom. You liked it, and you know it. You liked
having their pussies in your face. I could see you sucking on
their cunts while they pissed in your mouth. I saw you
swallowing it all. You even licked their pussies after they
finished, didn't you?"

"I did no such thing, Heather. I had no choice but to swallow.

I would have drowned otherwise."
"Yeah, right! I saw you sucking. I saw you sucking and
swallowing."

"The action of swallowing makes it look like sucking, but let me

assure you, I was not sucking. I certainly never licked." I
had to challenge her, though I could see she wasn't buying any
of it. She was absolutely right. I did lose it after Helen.
With Margie and Linda, I sucked.

Heather was still infused with sexual energy. She was just
warming up. She rolled back and held her cunt open, saying,
"You forgot to do me. Suck my piss too, Mom. I know you want
to. You can lick my pussy, too."

"Look, you! Don't press your luck. Yes, I want to stay here;
and yes, I'm willing to put up with their shit to do so. I do
have my limits, and you have no idea where those limits are. If
you want to keep playing your dirty little games with these
people, don't mess with me. You just may blow it."

Heather doesn't bluff easily, but I had her thinking. She sat
up and said, "You like it too much to stop."

I pulled my blouse closed and went for a towel to clean up the

mess we made. I was down on my hands and knees, mopping the
puddle. I half expected Heather to do something. I waited
expectantly while she circled about my head. She stood close by
my right side and shot a blast of piss to the side of my face.
I said, "Damn it, Heather, stop that."

She pissed another squirt and moved to the left side, saying,
"Why, there's already a mess there, and you're all wet anyway.
I like pissing on you." She let me have another, then another.
I simply hung my head. She straddled my head and pissed on the
back of my head, my only dry spot. Piss soaked my hair and ran
off my face, dripping from my nose, lips, and chin. The fire in
my pussy raged.

She stepped back to stand in my face. When I raised my head, my

face was in her crotch. Heather pressed her pussy to my lips.
Although I wanted to service her as I'd done the others, there
was no way to do that without it being an admission that I
wanted to do it. With Heather, that would be disastrous. I was
reaching up to push her away, when she gave me the excuse I
wanted. She said, "You better do it, or I'll tell Helen.
She'll come over and hit you with a belt till you do. She will,
too."

I could have kissed her. I backed off the pressure my hand

exerted on her belly. She took this as a victory and ground her
pussy on my mouth, saying, "Now start sucking, Mom." I started
sucking and soon began taking her amber fluid by the mouthful.

Heather was delighted, and stopped to get into another position,

crawling under me in reverse. She spread her legs right under
my face. I waited as she grabbed my hanging tits and proceeded
to maul them, saying, "Get back to sucking. I still have more
pee for you." While she pinched my nipples and slapped my
tittie flesh, I resumed my sucking. When she was empty, she
crawled out and sat on the coffee table with her beaver spread
wide. She ordered me to lick her cunt. I licked her cunt.

Heather was in kid heaven, putting me through my paces. She

assumed a variety of lewd poses. At one point, she stood with
her ass to my face and bent low, spreading her cheeks. I did
whatever she told me to do, even tongue fucking her asshole. I
licked her to an orgasm, then had to lick her spend from her
still gaping hole. After that, she got up, grinning like a fat
cat. She went up to take a shower while I returned to my
cleaning.

Heather's actions were not a complete surprise. It was always

in her nature, she just never had any power over me. Pam and
Jerry were not like that. They respected and loved me. They
would never have permitted Heather to do what she did. I knew
she'd behave quite differently when either of them was around.
I also knew to expect more of the same, and worse, when we were
alone together.

My pussy liked the idea. For an eleven-year-old, she knew

exactly how to treat me. I adored her cute vagina. I loved
sucking piss from it and licking it. I even liked having my
tits mauled by her. I especially liked the dominant role she
assumed in our relationship. Being submissive to my youngest
child had my pussy weeping my juices into my panties.

We had much of the afternoon to ourselves. She was relentless

in her desires to humiliate and further debase me. She made me
passively accept any invasion or insult to my body under threat
of telling Helen. She would not let me wear a bra or panties
and she made me shorten the hems on my sun dresses, my uniform
for home wear in warm weather. The light and simple dresses
button down the front to the waist. They wear loosely, and
without underwear, I felt naked. As if that weren't enough, she
removed every other button starting from the top. Since the
dresses are low cropped anyway, removing the top button exposed
the inside swells of my breasts.

We fought over my skirt lengths. The place where she wanted me

to cut would have been absurd, leaving me exposed whether
standing or sitting. She all but wanted the skirts cut off,
leaving about a four-inch band of material hanging below the
waist line. She had crossed my line and knew it. I gently
brought her back to what I could live with, a length that was
very short, but always covered me when standing and sometimes
covered me when sitting, if I sat carefully. If I stepped
outside and the wind swirled, I'd be exposed. Seeing my pussy
would be no big deal to them, but a really big deal to me,
especially after allowing Heather to shave it and decorate it
with my makeup.

My labia lips had eyes and she turned my clit into a nose.
Where my mound once had a nice crop of curly pubic hairs,
Heather drew heavy black lines going straight up, making cartoon
hair standing on end. On the inside surfaces of my vagina, she
ran my red lipstick. When she showed me the finished product in
a hand mirror, I almost burst out laughing. I had to fight hard
to look dismayed. My vagina looked like a surprised man with
long mouth. I had enjoyed the intimate exposure and the process
so much, that I only made a mild fuss of protest when she said
she'd redraw it after every bath.

I could have never have worn those dresses in any other

neighborhood, but wearing them in our new one was thrilling for
me. I have always been shy and conservative with my body, which
I know is shapely and sexy. Sam teases me about it, and part of
his joy in letting Heater watch us make love was the shame it
caused me being fully exposed in my most intimate places. He
made sure she saw everything, placing me in positions expressly
for that purpose.

Recently, he insisted we leave the light on and his favorite

position for sex is with me lying on him, on my back with my
legs wide open, his cock up my pussy. In this position, he
could whisper in my ear the instructions he wanted me to follow.
I had to do all the work, and he made me play with my pussy
while I did. All the while, I knew Heather was kneeling at the
foot of our bed, looking right up my twat. It took months of
persistent pressure from my husband before I could accept this.
Each time we made love, he'd add a further escalation. Exposing
myself to Heather was pretty easy, but still excited me.

I put the first altered sundress on and felt nasty walking about
in my own house. I checked the mail at our curbside mail box
three times, just for the thrill of going outside. I meet Jerry
at the mailbox on my third trip, in fact. He was coming over to
see how I was doing. His eyes noticed the modifications right
away. He voiced his approval, but acted no differently
otherwise. If the neighborhood was talking about me and what
I'd done, they weren't sharing that with him. I was thankful
for that, but I couldn't help but wonder what he'd been dared to
do. As I suspected, when Jerry stopped by, Heather treated me
as she always had: irreverently independent, but bowing to my
parental authority. We slipped into our former roles. When she
reached inside my top to squeeze my tit, Jerry came to my rescue
and chewed her out. I also gave her a dressing down, just for
appearances sake. Heather just laughed it off.

When he left for the night, it was time to get Heather ready for
her appointment with Helen and Pete. I did everything as
Heather acted like a little princess being dressed and primped
for the ball. With the sun low on the horizon, I had her
looking like a proper little lady on her way to an Easter party.
Knowing what was likely in store for her made me feel somewhat
uncomfortable. Undeniably, there was a residual degree of lust
involved as well.

I walked her down the street, greeting people who were out
walking dogs, or watering plants as the sun was going down. I
could see in their eyes that they knew everything. People were
waiting for me, watching for us. They'd come outside as we
passed by, gathering on the street in groups of four or six. I
thought everyone was out by the time we reached Helen's door,
but Linda and her husband stood with Helen and Pete when the
door opened in response to my ring. The four were naked and
moved out onto the front porch as I said, "Well, Helen, here she
is."
"Yes, and she looks like a little angel."

"I didn't see Pam or Mark anywhere."

"They are inside, but I'm afraid they're all tied up at the
moment."

"Oh, I see. Well, I'd better be going."

"Not so fast, Julia. She's pretty, but not quite ready. Remove
her clothes, everything."

"What, out here?"

"No, out there in the street."

I expected as much, but a show of reluctance was called for. I

preceded with a forced show of reluctance as those on the street
converged on us. I stripped her, trying hard to ignore them,
then led my naked daughter to Helen.

She and Linda stood beside their husbands, stroking their

erections. She told me to pick Heather up and place her in
Pete's arms. Since he stood a foot above me, his prick was in
my face as I stretched out to place my naked daughter in his
arms. I stepped back, blushing profusely. Helen ordered me to
remove my dress. I protested, but she was adamant. With my
face burning and my jaw set, I whipped the dress off. Without
being dismissed, I turned and stormed off, ignoring the giggles
and titters my crotch art brought forth. By the time I reached
my door, all had entered Helen's house. The outdoors was all
mine, and I paused. The thrill flooded in. The realization of
what I'd just done fully sank in.

I had boldly delivered my little girl into the arms of a child

molester, my naked child into the arms of a naked child molester
with an erection. I remained outside, walked out to the street,
paced the walk, and watered my lawn, wearing only a wicked smile
on my face and another in my crotch. I felt like a dirty, naked
pervert, and I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling. If anyone tried
to tell me I was not a pervert, I would have argued the point.
I delivered my daughter to that child molester because I wanted
to.

I did it in front of the entire neighborhood. They all watched

me do it. I was as bad as the worst of them. I was worse; I
was her mother. My apparent reluctance made no difference.
They could not possibly feel threatened by me now. I wanted to
hug Helen. Better yet, I wanted to kiss her pussy. I wanted to
kiss it real bad, real long, and real deep, for hours on end,
with an audience. I wanted my kids in that audience. I wished
Pam and Jerry had witnessed what I'd done. Perhaps soon.

I spent the night making a mess of Heather's art work. I did

not awake until ten A.M., and that was to Helen's phone call.
She wanted me to get fixed up and come get Heather. Excitement
welled in me once again, but I suppressed it for her, saying
snotily, "I hope you all enjoyed yourselves."
"We did, now just get your ass over here."

I put on my face and another sundress. As an afterthought, I

reapplied Heather's art, doing a fair job. I brushed my long
hair and went to Helen's house, nervously ringing the bell.
Helen admitted me and led me to the living room where eight
naked adults sat idly by, sipping coffee. Two were not sipping
coffee. I stopped dead with my mouth open.

They had Heather suspended from a hook in the ceiling. Her feet
were hooked behind her head, her feet taped sole to sole. Her
arms had been pulled back behind her back and taped at the
elbows. She had duct tape covering her mouth and wrapped
several times about her middle, trapping her arms and legs. She
was a tight little bundle of flesh.

A loop of thick cotton rope went under her arms and to a hook in
the rope that went through the pulley that was attached to the
hook in the ceiling. Margie held the rope's end, suspending
Heather several feet off the floor. Pete sat on a stool right
below Heather's loins and poised his erection straight up.
Margie let my daughter slowly down as he guided that cock into
her vagina. His large cock went right in as Margie let the rope
go slack. I let out a gasp and covered my mouth with my hands.
I shook my head as Margie pulled and released the rope, and Pete
set her spinning with the up and down motion. Helen said,
"Watch this. You'll love this ending."

As Pete neared his climax, Margie raised Heather just clear of

his penis. Pete repositioned his cock at her anal opening then
signaled Margie. Heather sank steadily on his cock until her
tight buttocks flattened his wet pubic hairs. I could not
believe what I was seeing. Heather only let out a slight groan.

Helen took my elbow and led me, saying, "Come, there's more, but
you be perfectly quiet, understand?" I nodded.

Helen led me into her bedroom. There was Pam, blindfolded,

naked, and tied spread-eagled over a naked man with his cock in
her ass. She had a gold ring inserted in each nipple and a
larger one through her clit. Attached to each ring was a line
that went up through eyebolts placed directly overhead. The
lines came to a nail set in the door frame. The lines were
pulled taunt, pulling my daughter's nipples and clit into
terrible, painful-looking distension. They had also shaved her
pussy bald.

Five people were in the room with her, all nude, three men and
two women. When we entered, one man got in position between
Pam's legs, straddling the man's legs below her. He stuffed his
long cock in her pussy and fucked her. His wife moved into
position and straddled Pam's face. Pam sought out the woman's
pussy, licking her feverishly while moaning deliciously. Helen
let me watch for several minutes, then pulled my elbow. I
reluctantly followed.

We arrived in their guest room where eight more adults were

abusing my son. He was on his all fours with his cock in Linda.
 Her husband was fucking him in the ass while another man fed
his cock into Jerry's sucking mouth. The man's wife was jacking
off her husband while my son sucked on his cock. I felt faint.
Helen took me into her kitchen and we took seats at her kitchen
table. We were alone. She poured coffee, then sat with me.
She studied my face, waiting for the color to return before
saying, "Do you still want to stay here?"

I wasn't sure. I sat thinking. I was thinking of calling a

halt to everything, but the idea of those kids wanting this
activity kept popping up. I looked to Helen and said, "Is this
what goes on?"

"Pretty much. It doesn't get much worse. How could it? No, I
set this up to show you, first hand, what was going on. I hope
you decide to stay, but if you don't, who could blame you. If
you stay, I'll have no pity on you. We demand free and
unlimited access to your children; we demand your complete
cooperation as well. We will, of course, put on a good face
when your husband is around, but that's to be expected. Well,
we want your answer."

I stammered and finally said, "I want to stay."

"I knew you would. Very well, take that dress off and go
collect your little slut. Free her here and take her home to
wash her. Pam and Jerry still know nothing about your
involvement. Heather swears not to tell anything and promised
to behave when you guys are together. Is she?"

"Yes. She never behaves, but that's normal. No, she hasn't
betrayed anything."

"She's a good girl, that Heather. She's our favorite, by the

way. You'd better treat her right, or you'll answer to me. I
would not hesitate to warm your ass for you, Julia. Actually,
I'm rather looking forward to it. You should begin seeing
changes in Pam and Jerry. We'll start with Pam. She'll spend
the day with you today. Get close, go shopping, have a few
laughs, act silly. Make her your friend. Who knows, maybe
she'll open up on her own. She will have a dare to carry out,
so watch for it.

"I understand that Heather has been practicing her art work.
Let me see it."

Nervously, a blush suffusing my face, I parted my legs and

lifted my skirts. She studied my pussy with a smile and said,
"You must have touched that up. I know damned well it didn't
look that fresh after you finished with it last night. Do you
think no one saw you prancing around in your birthday suit like
a little wood nymph."

All I could say was, "I thought you'd want it that way. Wasn't
it your idea?"

"It was, but you don't have to act so pleased with it. I told
you, I want to see reluctant acceptance. I told everybody that
I had you under my thumb, but you hated being there. We both
know why you go along, but I don't want to see evidence of it.
If you get off on this, you better find a way to hide it. That
stunt you pulled yesterday, sucking their pussies like a sex
starved dyke, pissed me off. I covered it by telling them that
I told you if anyone of my friends sticks a cunt in your face
you'd better suck it. If I ever see you initiating anything on
your own again, I'll make sure you do hate what's done to you."

"Helen, I swear, I hate..."

"No, don't say anything. You are more transparent than you
think. I know you like it, I just don't want them to know that
you like it. I don't want your kids to know either. Don't
worry, I'll see that you get your itches scratched, but wait for
the order, and put on a face of distaste, disgust, or
displeasure while you obey. Now, get that dress off and let's
see how you resist showing them your pussy."

I pulled the dress off over my head, saying, "No, please, don't
make me do that, Helen! If they catch a glimpse, fine, but
don't make me pose for them."

"That's better, but I want to see genuine resistance when we get

out there. Move, bitch."

Helen had to drag me into the living room, then she threw me to
her sofa. I huddled beside Margie with my hands covering my
body, legs crossed. Margie had Heather hoisted to the ceiling
hook, the rope tied off. I looked up Heather's abused, semen
dripping openings. Cum puddled below her on the floor. The
people that had been in with Pam had joined those in the living
room. Those with Jerry slowly filtered in. When all were
present, there were twenty naked older adults watching me and
Heather.

Helen picked up a crop and advanced on me, slapping it in her

palm. She stood over me and said, "Show them your cunt, bitch!"

Tears filled my eyes, real tears. I cried, pleaded, "No,

please, Helen, no!"

"Fine." I thought she was going to hit me, but she hit Heather.
She hit her hard, right between her legs. Heather cried into
her gag. I winced. I cried, "No, don't hit my baby, Helen.
Please!"

Helen took careful aim and brought the crop in an upswing in

several quick strokes that connected with wet smacks right on
Heather's raw sex. I groaned along with Heather. "Please, stop
doing that." She gave Heather three more smacks, and I said,
"All right, I'll do it. I'll do it!"

Helen stood back with folded arms, waiting. Slowly, I uncurled

my body and let my legs fall open. She shouted, "Spread those
fucking legs wide apart, bitch!" I sobbed and drew my legs up
and out, fully exposing my crotch. They all reacted, some with
lewd comments, some with giggles, some with open laughter. It
was the deepest humiliation I had ever experienced, and I loved
every minute of it. No one saw my desire through my tears and
anguished expression. Even Helen appeared fooled and took pity
on me. She said, "Now, get your little bitch and go."

Margie lowered Heather and set her in the sperm puddle. I set
about freeing her. Removing the tape caused her great pain.
Her limbs ached. She cried all through the process, tugging at
my heartstrings. She had me crying. When I had her free, I
picked her up and cradled her in my arms. The scene had
affected those watching. Remorse was setting in. They grew
quiet.

As I started out the door, I turned to face them, wanting to

make a stronger impression of a mother forced to endure this
outrage. Before I could say anything, Heather took my nipple in
her mouth and suckled it like a baby. A smattering of laughter
broke the somber mood. When she bit me hard, and I yelled, "God
Damnit! You fucking little bitch!" and slapped her face to get
her to stop, the laughter was general. I hurried from the
house, begging Heather to stop biting my tit. Laughter followed
us down the street.

Pam came home an hour later and asked to spend the day with me,
a mother daughter day. I suggested a trip to town, a mother
daughter shopping spree. We left in high spirits and had a ball
all day long. We grew very close that day. We talked like girl
friends. She told me how much she loved the new neighborhood,
her neighbor friends, and the freedom I gave her. I told her
she was old enough to make her own decisions about her life and
her body. I told her I would support whatever decisions she
made. Late in the day, she told me about the rings.

On the ride home, she showed them to me. She was half naked
when we pulled into the driveway. At a time when she should
have adjusted her clothing, she said, "Mom, do you dare me to
take my clothes off in the car? I will."

When I pulled into the driveway, I took a quick look around the
neighborhood. It was the dare I expected, so I dared Pam to
strip naked and go out to the curb to check our mail box. Her
face lit up and she stepped from the car, taking off her clothes
in the driveway. I stood by the front door and watched her
march, naked, swinging her hips. She stood in the street and
opened the box. She was in no hurry, taking out one piece of
mail at a time. Before she came back, she walked to the middle
of the street and turned in circles with her head back and arms
outstretched, a beautiful, naked, suburban nymph, in love with
her body.

She sauntered back casually and stopped several feet shy of me,
saying, "Do you dare me to walk to the corner? I'll do it. I
don't care who sees me."

"Yes, I can see that. No, you get your nymph ass in the house
before you get yourself arrested."

"Who'd call the cops? There isn't a person on this street that
hasn't seen me naked, and you know it. Even the women like
seeing me naked, Mom."
I smiled and said, "Okay, I double dog dare you." She walked
the full length of the street and back, very slowly, taking over
five minutes. When she got back, she was very excited,
reporting that three people saw her and waved to her. I ushered
her inside with a playful smack on her fanny.

She remained naked and stayed with me that night. I enjoyed

watching her display herself to me. She made frequent ventures
outside, and I pretended to be shocked at her audacity and
bravery. Indoors, she sat offering me a good spread to steal
peaks at. I made my stares as obvious as she made her poses.
We both enjoyed the game and giggled frequently like teenagers
at a slumber party. As in a slumber party, we drank beer,
marking the first time I'd offered her any. She drank like a
camel and got drunk one hour after her first drink.

Another feature of our slumber party, we talked about men and

sex. She did most of the talking, beginning with, "Mom, I ain't
no virgin no more, no way, not by a long shot. Are you pished?"

I hugged her and said, "I had a hunch. No, sweetheart, I'm not
pished. You were a virgin when we got here, though, weren't
you?"

"Yup, I was as cherry as Heather. No more. Got no cherry now."

"I know you didn't lose it at school."

"Nope, no way. That leaves only one place, huh, Mother

Sherlock?"

"Humm, you must have lost it somewhere in this neighborhood."

"Wow, Mom, you figured that out fast. You're good. I'll bet
you want to know who took it, right?"

"That's your business. You can tell me if you want to, but I
won't ask."

"That's what I really, really like about you since we moved

here. You are so cool and laid back, so easy going. Aren't you
the least bit curious?"

"Yes, I am curious."

"Aren't you supposed to ask me about birth control or something?

Isn't that rule number one in the Mommy handbook?"

"It may be in the handbook, but I never read the book. Like I
said, it's your life and your body. You know how girls get
pregnant. You do know, don't you?"

"Oh, yes. It's those little spermies that swim all around in
your womb until they find your poor, innocent, lonely egg, just
sitting there minding its own business, then they dog pile it
and fuck it silly. Ooops! I said fuck! Can a girl say fuck to
her mother?"

I laughed and said, "If she can do it, she can certainly say it."
She collapsed back on the sofa, holding her head with her eyes
closed. She said, "Dash good, cuz that means I can say any
fucking thing, cuz I've done every fucking thing."

I waited to hear more, then shook her shoulder. She was out. I
shook her harder, calling her name, then let my eyes wander to
her crotch, left open in her drunken sprawl. It was late, past
midnight. We were alone. No one would be walking in at that
hour. I was horny, and before me was a vision of feminine
loveliness. I wanted to touch her all over and fondle those
rings. I reached a tentative finger to her nipple and watched
for a reaction. Nothing. I trailed that finger stiffly down
her front all the way to the clit ring. Nothing. I took the
ring between my thumb and forefinger and moved it about.
Nothing.

Getting brave, I pulled on it, then pulled harder and harder

until I had her clit pulled out as I'd seen it earlier that day,
amazed at it's ability to stretch. I did likewise with her
nipples. Excited and emboldened, I entered her with a finger.
She was so warm and wet, so soft. I put three inside, then
fucked them in and out. I moved my fingers to her asshole and
tested the puckered ring of muscle, sending my middle finger in
deep. She didn't even moan. Pete was right, it was like warm
butter in there. I envied men for their cocks. I fingered her
ass while staring at her pussy. I wondered what her pussy
tasted like.

I threw all caution out and got down on the floor on my knees.
I spread her fully, pressing out on her inner thighs, and stared
at the most erotic sight, my fifteen-year-old daughter's wide
open pussy. It drew my mouth to it and I licked her lovingly,
probed her deeply, and sucked that magnificent clit. I had her
whole cunt in my mouth, sucking hard when my mouth suddenly got
very warm and wet. She pissed. It was a short squirt, but I
knew piss by then. I froze and looked up her body at her
comatose expression. I decided it must have been an involuntary
reaction. I resumed my sucking, hoping to induce another. A
minute passed and it happened again. She didn't stir, so I
continued. In this manner, I drained her bladder, sucking, and
drinking her warm piss while she slept. I was busily munching
on her pussy, hoping there would be more when I heard, "Did you
really think I'd get drunk on three beers?"

The shock sent me sprawling back. I sat on the floor looking up

at her as she struggled to her feet. She was ectatic. She
clapped and said, "I did it! I did it!" She dashed for the
phone and punched out numbers rapidly. I just sat there in a
dumb stupor.

"Hey, Helen! I did it! I pissed in Mom's mouth and got her to
eat me. It worked just like you said. It was really
neat...Yeah, she's here...okay." She offered me the phone,
saying, "Mom, talk to Helen."

I struggled to my feet, my face burning. I took the phone and

said, "Yes."
"Do you remember what I said about initiating anything?"

"Yes."

"Then you know what you have coming, don't you?"

"I'm not a child, Helen. Don't play these games with me. I
told you before, I don't want to get involved. Now, deal with
that." I slammed down the phone and startled Pam. I gave her a
stern look and said, "Don't you ever play a trick like that on
me again, you hear me?"

"Mom, it was a dare. It was just a game. Nobody meant any harm
by it. I'm sorry, really."

I drew her to me and calmed considerably, saying, "I know. I'm

mad at myself. What I did was terrible. I took advantage of
you while I thought you were out cold. Men do that to women and
we find it reprehensible. I did it to my own daughter. That's
what I am really pissed about. I am pissed at my own weakness.
That doesn't mean you're off the hook, young lady. That was a
rotten trick. I know what's going on in this neighborhood, and
I don't like it. There isn't much I can do about it. I am
resigned to that fact. I could put an end to everyone's fun by
simply telling your father what you kids have gotten into. We'd
be out of here in a flash, and you know it."

"Mom, please don't tell Daddy. We love it here, we really do."

"Look, I understand. I told Helen that I understood, but that

wasn't good enough for her. She had to drag me into this. When
you see her again, you'd better set her straight. Tell her that
no one needs to hide what they're doing, but leave me the fuck
out of it, understand?"

"Sure, Mom. I'm sure she'll honor that. Nobody wants to get on
your bad side. They all want to make you happy here. They talk
about it all the time, trying to figure the best way. We kids
have told them everything we know about you to help them come up
with a good plan. I guess Helen read you wrong, huh."

"Not exactly, but she is certainly pushing too hard in a

direction I'm not ready to go. Not yet, anyway. You go back
and tell them that I want to be friends. There's no hard
feelings. Let's all just be ourselves, okay?"

"Sure, Mom. Can I go over there now?"

"You're just horny. Sure, go ahead. There's nothing here that

can compete with what they can give you, that's for sure."

"Mom, I loved what you did, really."

"Yes, well, so did I. Let's leave it at that, okay." She

kissed me and dashed out the door. Alone once again, I had
instant misgivings for my outburst, but in my rational mind, I
took the right course. Things were getting way out of hand.
When I remembered all that I'd been a party to, all I'd seen and
done, I knew I did the right thing.
Helen was at my door, bright and early. She looked meek and
apologetic. I invited her in and we took our usual seats as I
poured the coffee. She said, "I blew it pretty badly, huh?"

"No, nothing's blown. I'm fine. There's no hard feelings."

"I got carried away, Julia. That scene, using a mother's kids
and the mother against her will. It's been a twenty-year
fantasy of ours. We saw the chance and tried to force the
issue. I guess I read more into you than was there."

"No, you read me pretty well. That's what frightened me. It

may still happen, but not anytime soon."

"I do hope so. It was so much fun while it lasted. I got my

butt reamed by most everyone. Most of them were against my idea
to begin with. Boy, I'm glad we're still on speaking terms."

I reached over and patted her hand, saying, "We are, Helen."

"So, how do we work this now, Julia? You are calling the shots."

"Don't put that pressure on me. You guys keep doing your thing,
but I would like to see more of my kids, and I don't want to see
any cuts that bleed. I'll be checking them regularly."

"Yeah, well, they've already stipulated that rule. Me and Pete

weren't the only ones into that, you know. Half of them have
put marks on those kids. We all agreed to temper our passions.
There won't be anymore marks that won't go away after a few
hours, okay."

"That sounds reasonable to me. Now, what are you doing about
birth control for Pam?"

"Well, uhhh, nothing."

"Nothing! Don't you people know what's going to happen?"

"Yeah, pretty irresponsible, huh? We have discussed it. The

men want to fuck her naturally. In other words, they like
fucking a fertile pussy."

"Is this some sort of macho thing--knock the bitch up."

"Pretty much. We were sort of hoping you'd go along. Pam is

okay by it."

"What are you saying, no abortion?"

"You've got to admit, Julia, a pregnant fifteen-year-old with

Pam's figure. It would be very sexy."

"You guys are too much. Shit, she's probably already pregnant.
How badly do you guys want this?"

"We voted on it. The vote was eighteen for, two against."
"Wow, almost unanimous. I'll tell you what, I'll go along as a
show of neighborly good will. Go ahead and knock my daughter up
if it turns you on. We'll deal with it afterwards. Dan won't
like it, I can tell you right now."

"She won't show until it's too late to abort. Lots of fathers
wind up in that position. They don't like it either."

"You're right about that. Like I said, we'll deal with it."

"At least you got what you wanted, Julia. The secret's out,
even Jerry knows that you know, now. After I return with my
report that everything is cool, they'll be falling all over
themselves to suck up to you. You control the young stuff."

"Hummm, I never thought of it that way. Maybe I should put out

a red light."

"You could make a small fortune. Would you clarify one point.
Are you saying that you don't want to see anything?"

"Oh, hell no. After what I saw yesterday. After what they saw
of me. No, I think we can be totally open, just don't drag me
into it, that's all. Let me play mother, and remind those kids
that I still am their mother."

"Great! You got it. I'll run over and tell them the news.
They are all at my house sweating this out."

"Send my kids home naked. I think we need to have a family

meeting as well. We need to establish some ground rules."

"Sure thing, Julia. Just let us know what you decide. We will
all abide by them."

To say I was pleased with the result of our meeting was an

understatement. One day, I have no control; the next day, I
have all the control. The situation was all very confusing.
What to do with all that power? Share? Give it away? Parcel
it out? Abuse it? My mind raced with the possibilities. I had
little time to contemplate these new possibilities. The kids
came tramping in shortly after Helen left.

They looked odd, all walking in, stark naked. I felt odd being
the only one fully dressed, even though I was dressed in one of
my modified sun dresses. At least I wore my panties. I
directed them to take seats around the dining table. I sat at
the head with Jerry and Heather on my left and Pam on my right.

I began, "I'm sure you know by now that I know everything. I

know what you've been doing. I'm not happy with what I know and
what I've seen, but what's done is done. Do you kids want to
keep on doing what you're doing?" They all nodded.

"Fine, I won't interfere. If you kids want to play your nasty

games with these horny grownups, I won't stop you. You can all
run around here naked, if that's what you want. Actually, I
would prefer you did. It will save me doing laundry. Live
naked."
I looked to Heather and said, "If you want to turn your body
into a pin cushion for men's cocks, go right ahead. They can
fuck you right here on my dining table, while we are having
dinner. I don't care."

I turned to Pam. "If you get pregnant, I'm not paying for an
abortion. You will have the baby. If you want these men to
fill your womb with sperm, fill 'er up. I don't care."

To Jerry, I said, "You can suck all the cocks you want. You can
fuck any woman you want. I don't care."

Heather jumped in with, "Can he fuck you, too?"

Pam laughed and Jerry turned red. I took a deep breath and
said, "No, he can't. That's part of why we're having this
meeting. I am not part of this game. You kids do what you
want, but leave me out of it. I will decide when, where, how,
with whom, and if I ever get involved."

She said, "So, you might let Jerry fuck you."

Jerry said, "Heather, shut up!"

"Well you said you were going to fuck her. You want to fuck
her. You're dying to fuck her."

Pam and Jerry jumped her this time, saying, "Heather, shut up!"

My ears were burning. My son wants to have sex with me. He was
deep red, his head bowed. My pussy swelled. I let things calm
down, then said, "If I want to let Jerry fuck me, and Jerry
want's to fuck me, then we will fuck. That's how things will
work from now on. Nobody better try to force me to do anything,
or I will blow the whistle and everybody will get out of the
pool."

Heather, unflappable Heather, said, "Well, Jerry wants to fuck

you. Don't you want to fuck him? All the women say he's great.
Pam has fucked him. So have I. He's real good. You are the
only woman he hasn't fucked yet."

All eyes were on me. Suddenly, I didn't feel so in control. I

grew more uncomfortable, but still horny, still excited by the
idea. I blurted out, "I'll fuck him if he wants. It's no big
deal."

Jerry said, "Really, Mom? You want to do it?"

Heather said, "Yeah, fuck her, Jerry. She already said she
wants it. Do it right here so we can watch."

Jerry stood and displayed the most beautiful erection, so rigid,

so smooth, so pulsing, alive, so sexy. God, I wanted that cock,
but not in front of the girls. I said, "Wait, hold your horses!
I said I'll fuck him, and I will, but I am not putting on a
show." I turned to Jerry and said, "If you want to do this,
lets go into the bedroom, alone."
"Let's go!"

My heart beat rapidly as I let him lead me up the stairs. I

felt like a young virgin. I should have been the instigator. I
should be leading him. He took charge, and I went right into my
female, submissive mode. I was putty in his hands. Once inside
with the door shut, I just stood there while he removed my
dress. He threw me on the bed and mounted me in the missionary
position, entering me before I knew what was happening. He was
pounding my pussy like a horny poodle and making this horny
poodle pant. I soon had my legs wrapped around that
motherfucker and was on my way to incest heaven.

I went nuts. He supported his weight by holding my tits and his

young loins pounded my cunt to a pulp. I drew my feet in and
heaved my pussy to meet his thrusts, moaning and groaning,
slobbering my lust all over his face, shouting my lust, "Yes,
Jerry, fuck mommy's pussy, baby! Oh, yesssss, fuck my cunt,
lover."

I came almost at once and built rapidly towards another. He

came, filling my hot pussy with his slippery seed, but kept on
fucking, whipping the mess into a froth. I came again, and
begged for more. He pounded and pounded, driving me into a
delirium of passion. My head whipped from side to side and
caught sight of my daughters standing at the bedside smiling
down on me, fingering their pussies. I smiled and watched.

I watched Heather climb onto the bed and watched her sit on my
face. I drank her piss and sucked her to orgasm, then licked
her tiny twat feverishly. She fell away, and I looked to Pam,
hungrily. She climbed up and squatted on my face, took a piss
in my sucking mouth, and let me bring her to orgasm. She then
held her pussy over my head, making me stretch out to lap her
spend. Jerry was reaching his second climax, while I reached my
third. We all collapsed in a heap of panting, sweating bodies.

The laughter began with Pam and spread through all of us. We
rolled around, holding our guts. As the laughter died down, it
became apparent that my brief brush with power and control was
over. Jerry still had his cock in me and it was still hard.
Heather had a rough hold on my left tit and Pam fingered her
pussy and pushed her wet finger in my mouth. Jerry began
fucking me again, and I just laid there in out-of-control bliss.

I sucked Pam's fingers, arched my breast into Heather's iron

grip, and ground my loins into my son's crotch. I became a
writhing blob of seething female flesh. The last thing I wanted
was control. When Heather said, "What should we do with her
now?" I could offer nothing. I waited to hear my fate.

Pam said, "I think we should give her to Helen. Helen can train
her for us."

Jerry said, "Yeah, they deserve her. They want her real bad.
Besides, we owe them. I vote we give her to Helen."

Heather said, "Yeah, me to. Helen will whip her into shape real
quick. I'll go call her."

I laid there and waited for Helen with a satisfied smile on my

face.

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