For me, there is no sex like incest, and I think I was born with that feeling. I have had incestuous leanings, drives, and longings for as long as I have longed for sex with someone other than myself -- and I've been loving myself years before my pussy grew any hair. I have memories of playing with my pussy at the age of four and of letting a male cousin play with it at the age of five. I ate my first pussy at the age of six - again, a cousin - and ate half-a-dozen different pussies before that year was up.

I knew that I was bisexual long before I knew there were such things. Both sexes appealed to me equally, but if the person were related to me, that was a major plus. Four of those six pussies were related to me - one cousin, two older sisters, and one very sexy, very tasty aunt.

I had a philosophy regarding incestuous sex before I knew what a philosophy was or could spell incest. My feeling was that anything that felt wonderful should be shared with those you love. To me, sex was love and loved ones were those you share love with. Everyone thought I was cute, lovable, and adorable -- and I was. All I did was return their affection in spades. Nobody complained.

The closer the relation, the stronger the desire, and adults appealed to me more than the kids my own age. As you might imagine, my mother and father were tops on my list, but despite my incestuous leanings, I did not inherit those leanings from them.

Throughout the extended family, I seemed to be the only one into incest -- and I often had to instigate the sex. I managed to do that with all manner of relatives except my own folks, and shortly arrived at the conclusion that the closer to the trunk of the family tree, the harder it gets to shake the nuts free. Distant cousins were very easy, first cousins were pretty easy, aunts and uncles were sometimes difficult, grandparents were often tough. Parents, it seemed, were impossible. The exception to the rule might be siblings - older sisters, in my case. They were both easy once I got up the nerve to go after their nuts. In both cases, when I began licking my way up their sexy legs, they watched me lick all the way up and then made beavers.

I suppose a passion for incest helps if your parents are sexy and desirable to begin with. Mine certainly were -- and still are. They have always been loving and sexual, openly affectionate with each other, and we always knew when they were screwing. They did that a lot. They would turn each other on, then get all mushy, all touchy-feely: then off they'd go, a bit embarrassed because where they were going and what they'd be doing was so obvious, but love making was never a filthy thing in our home. They wouldn't do that one intimate act of loving in public, but they did damn near everything that led up to it, at least in front of us girls. That'll make a girl want some, too. Not one of us girls made it to puberty a virgin, thanks mostly to Mom making not-a-virgin look so damn good.

Yes, even at an early age, I knew all about that most intimate of sex acts, and not just from here-say, hear-so, say-so, or think-so. I knew-so, and a sexy young uncle helped me know-so. I was eight; he was eighteen. Fortunately, he was a bit on the small side or I might not have had such a favorable impression of sexual intercourse. He was, and I did. After that, if anyone wanted to play hide the salami, I was their girl. Fucking was fun, and at that age, completely safe. In short order, I got to where I could take bigger uncles, and years before I had tits, I'd had both grandfathers. As puberty set in, I still hadn't scored with my number one sex objects - Mom and Dad.

Gail and Gwen weren't into incest, so they didn't share my desire for Mom and Dad - certainly not Mom, as neither was bisexual. They knew I was and knew I had a thing for incest. They had to know, after how I went after them. That never did bother them, and they wished me luck -- but neither of them thought I had much of a chance shaking those nuts free.

I entered puberty at the age of ten. At that time, Gail was thirteen going on fourteen; Gwen had just turned twelve. By that time, everyone knew how easy I was - well, everyone except Mom and Dad. No one wanted them to know. Somewhere along the way, somewhere between my last uncle and first grandfather, my goal became to fuck 'em all - the young, the old, men, women, boys, girls, those on a death bed and those in a cradle - and by "fuck 'em" I meant having sex however they wanted it.

Word slowly but steadily spread. As word spread, so did my legs. The guys had always been easy, but the gals needed to know that I loved pussy. Once they accepted that, few had a problem spreading for me, though Grandma Stevens had to be held for it by Grandpa Stevens. After that, she was okay. By the time I got her at the age of eleven, I was damn good. He didn't have to hold her for long. I finished her off while he took me up the ass. As he pumped his wad up my entrails, she grabbed my head and fucked my face for me.

By age twelve, I had scored with every relative living within the state and quite a few out-of-staters that we only saw on special occasions - funerals and weddings. From the very start, I was more into giving than receiving. With many, I just gave head, either because they couldn't tell me what they wanted, or could but wouldn't and I knew they wouldn't stop me from doing that. These weren't chalk-them-up acts then move on, either. These were repeat customers. Once you break incestuous ice, it stays broke. Everybody except for Mom and Dad enjoyed me at every opportunity. I got all the sex any girl could ever want, even when I didn't want any.

Turns out, I rape really good.

From puberty on, the family had themselves a luscious little bisexual whore -- and my parents were still none the wiser by the time I reached my twelfth birthday. By that time, I must have screwed thirty guys and ate as many twats. I couldn't begin to count the number of fucks. Double digit days were not at all uncommon. Oral, anal, vaginal, and every imaginable twist and kink - threesomes, foursomes, moresomes. I even worked family sex parties, made home porno movies, and did a few dogs. I enjoyed most anything that gave someone pleasure, but didn't want to get pregnant. A few wanted to knock me up for shits and giggles. I knew who they were and gave their dicks a wide berth at wrong times. Some particularly dirty uncles, it seems, will swear that they'll cum up a grade-schooler's ass, then cream a sexy preteen's juicy cunt when she cries and begs them not to.

I only got fooled by that about a dozen times.

I was quite the little slut, but I saw myself as a sexual angel of mercy. I brought so much relief: so many smiles, spread so much happiness, and caused so few problems -- mostly due to my equal opportunity policy. I often served husband and wife - the aunt and the uncle, the grandmother and the grandfather. No one got pissed, and if someone felt left out, I went and fucked 'em - or sucked 'em - or did whatever kinky shit put a smile on their faces. I learned to eat assholes, and I loved the feeling immediately; I'm told I have a talented tongue for that. A self-centered slut interested only in the guys never could have pulled it off. At least, my parents would have wised up many years before they ever became suspicious, and they didn't become suspicious until my twelfth year, in fourth grade. That was when I became too popular for personality to explain.

Baby-sitting was my avenue to all-night sex. I was booked every Friday and Saturday, and every gig was an all-nighter. My parents rarely saw me from early Friday evening until late Sunday night. Wednesday church night was another opportunity for an all-nighter. Then there were sleep-overs with cousins, frowned-on during school nights, but I baby sat so much that exceptions were made. Girls must be allowed their sleep-overs and slumber parties.

Maybe they missed me. I don't know, but I know they became suspicious and were checking my panties. Not while I wore them, but someone would dig them out of the laundry hamper and turn them in-side-out to expose the crotch - crotch inspections. I had been warned to be on the look-out for that. That was how they busted Gail and Gwen; both of them came home from the same party with the spunk of a dozen or more men running down the insides of their legs. I never wore cum-stained panties home: I had clean or new panties available to go home in or I'd go home without. Once home, I could get a clean pair out of my dresser and place those in the hamper.

I had to hide my activities because I thought for sure they would put a stop to almost everything -- my freedom, especially, and my freedom to mix and mingle was my ticket to Sexland Amusement Park. By then, I was addicted. Having to return to masturbation would have killed me. I was in a bind. They were still my ultimate objective, the brass ring, but if I went for the brass ring, I might fall off my pony.

I could look to Gail and Gwen to see what kind of reaction I could expect. They both lost some freedom -- Gwen more so than Gail, as Gwen was still a year too young to be dating anyway, by parent standards. I was also shy of the established dating age at fifteen, so I feared a complete clamp-down - grounding - no sleep-overs - no more sitting - no more Wednesday night church - the end of life as I knew it. My sisters saw it that way, too, and encouraged me to cool it about the stuff we were getting into at home especially. They didn't like to masturbate, either, and I was all too willing to take care of that nasty little chore for them and use something much nicer than fingers. Neither would reciprocate, but they loved lying back with their legs apart and fantasizing. They lived in dread of our parents finding out about that bit of sibling degeneracy.

Mom and Dad were loving and sexy, but pretty straight, Mom especially. They thought fucking was great, but only within the context of a marriage blessed by God. With that license, two people could fuck their brains out. All others were sinners. In fact, our whole family on both sides are a conservative Christian lot. I changed that, slowly, but it took years of constant effort to bring about lasting changes. Incest is like a religion: if one gets converted, that one will spread it to others. Once you commit incest, other acts of incest are easier, plus they had me pushing for others to get involved. In a way, I was like an incest evangelist and winning converts left and right. I even managed to get Gail and Gwen into the act with a few uncles, cousins, and both grandpas.

By the time I turned twelve, we Stevens girls were giving out pussy at every turn. The entire extended family was fucking each other, holding multi-family sex parties, even orgies. Friends and neighbors also got drawn in. In a way, we were like a colony of swingers based out of a Baptist church. A whole bunch of suckin' and fuckin' went on in the house of God. Mom and Dad were the odd ducks living in the dark. Still, no one wanted them enlightened for fear they'd blow the whistle and make everybody get out of the incest pool. Dad, being the minister, was in a good position to blow the whistle.

Yes, Daddy is a Baptist preacher and my Mom married one. Yes, I had a lot of nerve thinking I could ever squeeze into bed between them, but I suppose the challenge was what made them so desirable. Still, I had reason to think they might welcome me. For one, though ate-up with Jesus and the hereafter, they were both sensuous and lusty. And two, I knew they thought I was adorable. They were more physically affectionate with me; then again, I was the baby and I craved physical intimacy. Gail and Gwen were huggers and peckers, whereas I was a smoocher and snuggler. My sisters wore modest PJs; I wore as little as possible. They never saw Gail or Gwen in the nude, but not a week went by that I didn't find a way to bare all.

I had reason to believe there was a chance with both of them, and it wasn't just wishful thinking. This kid knows when she's being felt up, and I can smell a stiff dick through a wall and a wet pussy through a wall safe. I tried hard to simply put them out of my mind and be satisfied with all I had -- for I had all a girl my age could ever want, even more if you throw in the animal kingdom; which, in all honesty, I wasn't too thrilled about. Mom would be appalled to find out that her side was into that kink pretty heavy -- and her mom, dear ole Granny Stevens, was the queen bitch. Mom's sister, my Aunt Toni (my fist adult pussy), was the princess to a big mutt named Prince.

I figured my best shot was with Dad -- and his weakness was my big sister Gail. She is gorgeous, a beautiful blonde with long, silky, waist-length, straight hair, a cover-girl face, and a sexy bod with legs that were out of this world. She wore PJs, but sexy ones: shorties that showed those sexy legs of hers. When she'd dip to give a nightie-night peck, her top would fall open to show her perky tits. His eyes always went down her top. When she walked away, he watched her sexy ass. After she became sexually active and that fact became common knowledge, his desire for her also became common knowledge -- so obvious, at times, that Mom would slug him for drooling on Gail. He often embarrassed himself, or Mom embarrassed him, and they both embarrassed Gail. I know Gail never meant to give him hard-ons. She couldn't help it. Mom didn't blame Gail; she blamed Daddy.

He'd fuck Gail and Gail knew it. If I could get him fucking Gail, he'd likely fuck Gwen. She, too, was sexually active and cute as all get out. Me and Gwen took after Mom. We three are brunettes, all pretty, sexy, with great legs, but I think Gwen has the prettiest face. She has great big almond eyes, the most perfect smile, and she is always smiling or laughing. Gwen is a very popular piece of ass, but her thing is cock sucking. Maybe that's why her teeth were so white. I don't know, but Dad found out she was a cock sucker who swallowed. After that, he never looked at Gail the same way again. Mom didn't either. Mom was so shocked, you would think it was dog dicks Gwen was into sucking. Don't ask me how they found out. Gwen doesn't know and they have never let on, but Gwen never denied the charge. Maybe it was a lucky guess -- but to look at pretty little cheerleader Gwen, you'd never guess such a thing. You'd guess she were a virgin. Anyway, Daddy wanted some of that, too.

I'm sure he wanted some of my adorable cuteness, too, but I was too young to give serious consideration to. Maybe after porking Gail and Gwen he'd seriously consider making it three for three. At any rate, I saw a path to partial success was through my sisters - Gail first. I went to work.

Gail liked to lie cross-ways on her bed after a shower while I knelt on the floor between her legs and ate her to several orgasms. Gail had her own room; Gwen and I had to share a room. We girls shared a common bathroom with access from each room. Gail could lock her bedroom door. I'd lock the bathroom door from my room. One would assume that I was in the bathroom and Gail was in her room. The reverse was true when I did Gwen. In this way, we girls could always enjoy sex even with a houseful of guests.

Gail liked being totally naked while I did her, and she loved playing with those big tits while imagining some cute stud, usually a rock star or movie star. If I lapped her cunt like a dog, she'd bop me on the head. With Gail, I had to act like a stud in-love with her sexy pussy, and she did have a sexy pussy which she kept neatly trimmed -- shaved clean in the lips and always fresh tasting. Gail was yummy, but so was Gwen. Big sis Gail was a juicy bitch, but Gwen liked the lapping and would wriggle like a bitch. Granny Stevens put Prince on Gwen, and she loved it -- Gail, too, but Gail freaked. Sucking him was totally out of the question - for Gail. Mom would be appalled if she saw what I had seen - grossed me out a little, but it must be good for cheerleader teeth.

Anyway, I had Gail writhing and squirming, almost ready to take over the edge. That's when I stopped sucking on her clit and raised my head up to rest my chin on her mound. She didn't take long to look down her front to plead, "Don't stop now, Gloria!"

"No more for you, Gail -- not until you help me."

This brought her to her elbows to say, "What are you talking about? I don't do girls -- you know that. You're flexible enough to eat your own cunt."

"I'm not talking about girls. Do Dad."

"WHAT!"

"You heard me. Do Dad. Fuck him. He's dying to fuck you."

"He can keep dying. No way am I screwing my own dad, much less a preacher. That's a straight ticket to Hell."

"You don't believe in Heaven or Hell, so don't give me that shit. You fuck Dad's father. He used to be a preacher."

"That's different. Grandpa isn't my father, he just has a big dick. You're the one into incest. You fuck him."

"I would, but it's you he wants."

"Tough shit. I don't fuck fathers or active ministers."

Getting up, I said, "Fine, then I guess you'll be doing yourself from now on."

She couldn't believe I meant it until I went to her bedroom door and threw it wide open, which placed her wide-open, shaved, and saliva-coated beaver in the doorway. Had Mom seen that, Mom or Dad, we'd have been busted. My face was wet, too. She knew I was dead serious if I'd risk that. Before I could pass through, she called out, "Gloria, wait! Come back. Let's talk about it."

She didn't see my smile. I knew I had her. Six years of sucking on that cunt finally paid off. I doubt she could even go back to fingers and Gwen was worse. Those cunts were mine. Now it was time to begin the pay-back.

We entered into negotiations, which she fought every step of the way -- but in the end, we resolved that she would not only fuck him, but would go after him. After she fucked him, she would keep on fucking him, serving as his mistress in any way he wanted the service. She was not to concern herself with Mom, but to allow him to decide when and where. If they got caught, they got caught -- but that wouldn't end the affair. Only he could end it. In the end, she agreed. When I returned to eating pussy, I did so as Dad and lapped her cunt like a mutt. Made her cum, too.

I picked Saturday to launch this campaign. That was the day that Mom was out doing church social visits as Dad stayed in his study preparing and rehearsing Sunday's sermon. I figured if Gail wore something short and sexy without panties on, then settled into his lap, acting horny, nature would take its course. I figured right. He fucked her right on the desk and didn't pull out when he came. He stripped her naked and fucked her good, several times. They were locked in there for three hours. I listened and heard fucking. Poor Gail. We really opened up a can of incestuous worms. Gail wasn't particularly fond of anal sex, but he was, and Daddy was a poet - a Longfella. His thick cock spurted at least three loads up her oily ass.

Late in the afternoon, after they had been at it for two hours, Gwen saw me with my ear pressed to the study door. She came over and listened, too. I watched her face as awareness dawned that our father had our sister bent over and had his dick up her shitter. The look was priceless, and more so when I said, "You're next."

We had to talk after that. I laid it out for her, but I didn't get the static from her that I expected. For one, Gwen is into anal sex. What she heard sounded damn good. Hell, she was as slimy between the legs as Gail gets after a climax. When the time was right, Gwen was ready to serve. I thought it best to let him have Gail for a while to see how that affair panned out. Mostly, I wanted to see how well he could hide it from Mom -- or if he even could. The question was more a matter of for how long. Mom was used to sex every day, often several times a day. With Gail keeping his balls drained, Mom would have to notice that something wasn't right. If she didn't actually catch them, she would immediately suspect them. Mom knew that Gail was the biggest threat and quite possibly the only other female her hubby would cheat with. This had to be interesting. Gwen couldn't agree more. She couldn't wait to work Dad as a tag team; she had a finger working her asshole as we talked. When that happened, Mom wouldn't get none.

That got me to thinking. What would happen to a woman used to getting it so often, then suddenly finding herself with a useless dick because of two slut daughters? Suppose she had a third daughter -- one who was obviously interested in pussy, loved giving high-up leg massages, and took to licking legs toward a very horny pussy? What would a mother do? Interesting.

Daddy, as it turned out, could not stay away from Gail. He slipped her the dick every chance he got, sometimes just to take a few strokes. I made sure that Gail stayed available and ready to receive. She remained in a short skirt without panties with a KY-jellied pussy and a well-oiled asshole. Her pussy didn't need the jelly, but that did make her look eager and most willing. That bothered her, but what bothered her most was him cumming in her pussy. He knew she wasn't protected and never asked where she was on her cycle. He was fucking for keeps and often preached against abortion.

Actually, I wasn't too surprised. The males on his side were into that -- his father, most especially. Gail was horrified, but me and Gwen thought it was pretty neat. I mean, how kinky, getting knocked up by your own father then bearing him a bastard! We grew to like the idea and wanted Gail to be first. She whined and moaned about it, but eventually gave up and resigned herself to getting pregnant. She grew to like the idea but would never let on. Gail puts on airs, but she has her kinky side. We tapped it, or Dad tapped it. I know one thing: she grew fond of being tapped by his dick, especially if he tapped her pussy.

Gwen and I watched Mom closely. We first noticed her suspicious looks on Sunday night. We saw signs, then -- but Monday after school, we saw many signs. Mom didn't get any on Saturday or Sunday. Whenever Gail would leave the room, so would Dad. They got in a number of good pokes and a few lengthy fucks. I could see Mom's wheels turning. Twice, I kept her from following by massaging her feet. Mom won't walk away from a foot massage, but her mind was where they were. That short skirt of Gail's was enough to make her suspicious; the glisten on her inner thighs was almost a giveaway. That was not the type of home attire Gail ever wore, and Gail changed from her modest school clothes to put that skirt on when pants or sweats were the norm. Clearly, something was up, but I had her by the feet.

She certainly didn't get any nookie on Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. Gail and Daddy were now actively making babies. Gail was after every drop and wanted every drop in her pussy. All by herself, she kept him drained. If Mom could coax any baby juice out of that long, thick dick, more power to her. She couldn't. We heard a heated exchange coming from the master bedroom in which charges were leveled. The denials were pretty lame. Mom even referred to Gail as a little slut, and made the comment that she could smell -- as well as taste -- the slut on his dick. Gail heard that, made a pouty face, then quietly said, "I'm not little."

We quietly cracked up at that.

What was really neat about this was it soon became obvious that Mom kept licking his dick. We all knew that dick had very recently been in Gail -- and was not something a wife should be licking, balls and all. Dad was just as surprised, plenty amused, and kept making comments that clued us as to what was going on in there. Her actions certainly didn't match her words. I took this as a good sign. She gave him hell while thoroughly cleaning his cock and balls for him with tongue and hands and tits. This was something a closet bisexual would do.

I figured it was time to send in the reinforcements. Gwen was all set, eager and willing to wet his dick for her. She launched her attack while he was shaving in his underwear the following morning. Poor Dad. He thought he had his hands full with Gail -- but when Gwen dropped to her knees, yanked his skivvies down, and gobbled him to the root, he knew he was so fucked. Mom soon discovered that she had two little sluts under her roof and her hubby was no match for one, much less two. You could see the toll this was taking on her. She didn't want this brought out in the open, but she didn't want to live this way, either. This wasn't right. She grew quite despondent. I became her buddy.

Mom pumped me for information. She wanted proof beyond a pussy flavored penis. I offered none but told her that I suspected the same thing she did. We grew closer and became more intimate. Our talks became intimate. We talked about sex. I got her to open up about her sex life - the way it had been and the way it now was. At one point, I asked her if she was horny and she admitted that she had never been so hot and desperate. We discussed masturbation, a first. She admitted that she had returned to that disgusting practice, but had no choice. Of course, I said, "Me too."

That raised an eyebrow, but she didn't follow that up with any questions. She was curious. I could almost hear her thinking, "Do you fuck yourself or just play with it?"

On Saturday social day, I went with Mom, leaving Dad with Gwen and Gail. The girls were dressed sexy and they all looked eager to see us depart, so eager that they all saw us to the door and stayed until we were safely gone. Mom was beside herself, and slammed a fist on the steering wheel after rounding the corner. She was swearing, "Damn them! I have a good mind to circle the block and spoil their fun. That is exactly what I should do."

I scooted close and rested my hand on her leg, rather high on bare skin, on skin a daughter shouldn't casually touch, not if she has to slide skirt material up to touch it. My palm wasn't a hand's-width away from pussy. That got her attention right away. I gave a squeeze and a comforting pat, saying, "Now, Mom, don't get yourself all worked up. You know you don't really want to catch them in the act."

Mom looked to her lap, then in a much calmer voice said, "I don't?"

I rubbed and gently squeezed, moving up just a bit, saying, "No, you don't. Daddy can't help himself, and you'll just give Gail and Gwen the pleasure of seeing you helpless, frustrated, and horny. If you ask me, that's why they're doing this. I think this is some sort of sexual power play."

Again, she looked to her lap, saying, "Is that how you see it?"

I had inched my hand right up to her crotch to cup her inner thigh flesh, the part even most bikinis cover, now definitely on territory no daughter has any business touching. This was a touch no mother has any business ignoring, but she ignored. I could feel her vaginal heat as a moist warmth. I knew she was swelling though I wasn't actually touching panties. Not quite. I was close enough, gave her a very lesbian squeeze, and said, "I sure do, and you are horny, aren't you? Your pussy sure is giving off a lot of heat."

This marked the first use of dirty terms; in fact, my first use of the term pussy in her presence. I took a chance. Experience taught me that a hot pussy loves being discussed in crude terms. My hand was right next to a very hot pussy -- bordering on a wet cunt, and nothing indicated that my hand wasn't welcome. In fact, when I went for inner thigh, her left leg slowly fell out until the knee encountered the door, giving me a wide open crotch to slide into should I choose to accept her not-so-subtle invitation. She looked to her crotch, which was openly showing, then said, "I've been horny all week. I'm not surprised that you feel the heat my pussy is giving off. If you were rubbing my knee, you'd probably still feel the heat from my pussy. That's how horny I am."

That was all I needed to hear. When she used the crude term, she wanted more, so I slid my hand right over her cunt and gave her a squeeze that made her suck a sharp breath and go stiff. I said, "You sure are hot in the cunt - wet, too."

The term, cunt, made her moan. I figured it would. I gave her several massaging squeezes before she could respond. When she did, she said, "Gloria, you shouldn't squeeze a horny woman's cunt."

"Why? Are you afraid you might cum?"

"I will, and I'm trying to drive a car."

"I think you need to cum. If you can't drive and cum, pull over."

"Gloria, you really shouldn't be doing this."

"Why not? Gail and Gwen are taking care of Daddy. Why can't I take care of my Mommy? You shouldn't have to masturbate, not if you have a daughter who wants to do that disgusting thing for you."

I had insinuated my hand inside her panties through the leg hole and now worked her naked cunt. She was one slimy-cunted bitch having a difficult time staying between the lines. She finally had to pull over because the cop insisted. We never noticed him when he was behind us, but we did when his motorcycle pulled alongside and he peered in.

Boy, was that embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as when he came up and leaned in the window. The car reeked of pussy. He noted her shiny thighs, noted my wet hand, put two and two together and decided she wasn't drunk after all. He got horny real quick and told her he'd let her go with a warning if we showed him our goodies. That was neat. I was all for that.

She pleaded, but gave in when he threatened to cite her for lewd acts with a minor in public. She probably would have accepted a weaving ticket. No way could she risk public indecency with a minor. She was so embarrassed and went bright red while exposing her tits, especially her beaver after removing the panties. He wanted a good beaver, too: thighs at right angles, showing all, even asshole. If that weren't enough, she had to open the lips. I thought she'd die, but she did it. While she held that vulgar pose, the nasty fucker took his baton and worked it up her snatch. I can't say she minded that too much; she was grinding against it with her tits still out. He had a nice baton in shiny black, and it fit nicely. In a way, it looked like her hungry cunt sucked that stick in, then didn't want to let go.

He fucked her with his baton for several minutes. She really got into it, too. She placed her feet on the dash and settled low in the seat to bring her cunt up, still holding the lips open, watching every stroke along with me and the cop. You would think she never saw a sight like that before or felt a device like that before. For me, that would have been no big deal. Cousins are always shoving shit up me; my asshole has had bigger than most fists. Anyway, she was into it heavy when he turned his attention to me.

She got upset when he insisted on seeing mine, too. I had no problem with that, but I was more into showing Mom than him. While she protested, said enough was enough, mentioned my age, and offered more of her own goodies, I laid on the seat and showed him my beaver. He got a good shot, but Mom had the best view. While she gawked at my twat, I opened my top and showed my developing titties - nice firm little Bs with cute button nipples in contrast to Mom's Ds with Hershey's Kiss nipples like Gail's.

I had my goodies all laid out for him, amazing my mother at my lack of inhibitions. He reached in and fingered my pussy, which floored her but she didn't say anything. She just sat there in her vulgar slump watching one, then two, then four of his fingers going effortlessly in to the palm as I rolled my pelvis like a slut who loved a good finger fucking. I watched her on the sly. She could not believe this was happening, and she was turning on rapidly. Before long, her hand slid up my leg to join his in my crotch. Her fingers worked my clit, trying to help get me off. I couldn't take too much of that. I exploded.

When he drew out, she floored me by inserting two of her middle fingers, still while working my clit with her other hand. She was trying to get me to go off again while he worked her tits and pussy over. She still had his baton up her twat. We had quite a scene going with this horny cop half in the window. I can imagine what that must have looked like, but he didn't seem to give a shit. We sure didn't. He got Mom off real good, and she got me off real good.

The cop wouldn't stop, so Mom kept on playing with my cunt, giving it over to him whenever he wanted some. She seemed to be stoking his fires. Several times, she opened me up with her fingers, making comments about my sexy pussy, my tight pussy, my virgin pussy. He shoved the baton up my virgin pussy. He wasn't fooled. I fucked his god damn baton for him; took it to the hilt and begged for more. After that, she stopped calling it virgin pussy.

I thought she was trying to get me fucked. He obviously did. She was selling little-girl pussy and he was buying. When he learned that we were mother and daughter, he wanted a date. He got off duty in one hour and wanted to meet us at a no-tell motel not far from where we were. She told him she'd think about it, but gave him a kiss that suggested her mind was made up. Hell, they made out for something like five minutes while he fucked her with the baton. He made her cum again, too.

After he left and we got our clothing back in order, she got right back on the road and drove for several miles before saying, "Well, Gloria -- are you game?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"It's you he wants, Gloria."

"He wants us. You should have never told him we were mother and daughter -- now he REALLY wants to fuck us."

"It goes without saying. Gloria, tell me the truth. Are you a virgin?"

This was a dumb question after the way I fucked that baton. I smiled impishly, then said, "Does it show?"

She grinned, then placed her hand on my leg, saying, "I'm afraid so, and I must say I am shocked. I was sure I had at least one virgin."

I said, "Well, you and Daddy make sex look so good, I had to try it, too."

"Was it good?"

"Every time."

"Why, you little slut."

I laughed and said, "Me, a slut! Jezz, you practically raped that poor police officer. Talk about a slut, and you're married to a man of the cloth."

"Yes, one who is fucking two of his teenage daughters. I suppose you'll be next."

I made no attempt to hide my excitement while saying, "Do you think so?"

"Oh, you'd like that, would you?"

"Well, you said it yourself. I am a slut. The good news is, I'm a bisexual slut."

This piqued her interest but she wasn't too surprised. She said, "Somehow, I got that impression."

"What tipped you off?"

Her hand slid up to my crotch and two middle fingers slipped in while saying, "You know your way around a pussy too well. Something tells me that Gail and Gwen are well aware of your bisexual leanings."

We didn't bother with putting our panties back on, so getting her by the cunt was easy, and again, she opened her legs to make the invitation as I replied, "Yup, well aware."

"I see. Sounds like you get to eat a lot of pussy."

"Tons. They love getting eaten by bisexuals -- and as you well know, they have nothing against incest."

"So, is it your educated guess that they would welcome that service from me, too?"

"Absolutely, especially after getting fucked by Daddy. It is my educated guess that he makes a big mess when he cums deep in their sexy pussies. You know, Mom, I'll betcha that's why they're doing this. They know you'll do anything to keep them from getting pregnant. You'd even use your mouth. They just want you to suck on their pussies; I bet you could get all of Daddy's cum out with your tongue."

I knew I was teasing a bisexual. Had she not been driving, she'd have been sucking on my cunt. I didn't say anything that didn't thrill her. Nothing thrills a bisexual like slurping on a freshly fucked pussy. Mom said, "Why do I get the feeling that you girls are all in on this together?"

"Is that what you think?"

My mom smiled. "I'll tell you what I think, young lady. I think you have been dining on messy pussy for at least a week. Have you, Gloria? I want to know."

"Well, I can't let them get pregnant, Mom."

What a slimy, slippery pussy I had four fingers in as she cried, "Oh, you nasty little slut! We are going to that motel, and I'm going to let that man fuck you silly."

"Just don't let me get pregnant, okay? Will you suck that man's cum out of my pussy if he cums in my little cunt?"

"Don't you worry about that, but it would serve you right if I missed one of the little devils. I just may leave one in there."

This was a surprise and told me that she and Daddy might share a fantasy. It was then I recalled that we never did hear her give Daddy a hard time about fucking fertile pussies without protection. She never even inquired as to where he deposited his seed. Maybe she knew -- or knew him well enough to know. She was, after all, his wife. Interesting, very interesting.

I said, "Go ahead. If that cop doesn't knock me up, Daddy will. You can't get every sperm cell, and Daddy won't pull out. Daddy likes to cum in fertile pussy. I don't think he knows what a condom is."

"He doesn't, and he won't pull out, not your daddy. You girls are playing with a loaded gun, and you'll all end up fat and sassy if you let that baby gun of his go off inside your fertile pussies. He's good at impregnating little girls."

"Yes, but look how much fun we'll have getting that way! Especially with you trying to chase sperm cells around inside our pussies with your long tongue. That's worth getting pregnant."

Mom grinned wider, letting my whole hand play in her soupy twat. "Is that so?"

"You bet. I can't wait to see your pretty face between my legs and your lips pressed in tight against my cunt, so your tongue can reach way in the back. Ummm, yes, that'll be so neat. I'll tell Daddy he can fuck me all he wants to, and cum in my pussy to his heart's content. I'll make sure you get plenty of yummy-yuck to eat."

Mom suddenly pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road, sending up a cloud of dust. Before I knew what hit me, I was on my back with her head between my legs, looking at the very sight I had just described. You would think I had a fresh load of yummy-yuck in there. This was my mom's first taste of pussy, and she had spent a lifetime with the desire. I saw what happens when you hold something in for that long and then suddenly give vent to it. She devoured me, but I wasn't complaining.

Gail and Gwen were in for a big treat. We were parked on the side of the road for at least thirty minutes before she came up for air. I must have climaxed ten times, but we were bound to attract another cop, maybe a decent cop who frowns on a mother devouring her child, pussy first. I kept an eye out for them, but she kept distracting me with a stiff tongue that went slithering so far up my ass that my eyes would cross. When that happens, you can't see for shit.

I would have loved to get reversed over her and get into a sixty nine with her, but someone had to be on the look-out. Someone also had to watch the time. We had a date, and I didn't want to miss that date for anything. Just watching her making out with that cop was a huge thrill. Watching her fuck, watching her cheat on my dad -- that was the ultimate. I never thought she was capable of cheating, but when she let that cop ease his baton up her cunt, I knew she would with that guy.

He'd be fucking her first, even if I had to flat refuse and tell him I didn't like being fucked by grown men. I didn't think I'd get any argument out of her. She needed a fucking worse than I did; besides, I was eager to show her how nice it was to have me involved in a fucking. Odds were, she never had a daughter lick her while she fucked. Odds were very good, actually. After experiencing that, I figured she wouldn't want to fuck any other way. That was my goal, and my goal looked quite doable -- though her licking me while I got fucked might end up being the case, more often than not. Boy, she sure did like pussy.

I finally had to remind her of the time. She reluctantly eased up, and said, "Yucky-yuck?"

"Sure, or fuck-goo, slit-slobber, twat-sauce, cunt-cream, screw-slop, pussy-pudding. Whatever turns you on. I prefer yucky-yuck."

"Okay, yucky-yuck."

She sat up, and looked at her face in the rear view mirror. All of her makeup was between my legs, but she was still pretty, even with that slimy sheen. I said, "You look beautiful, mom. We're not going out; we're going in."

She hand wiped, saying, "I know, but I'm a mess. I need a brush, at least for my hair."

I handed her mine. While she brushed, she said, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Hell yes! Aren't you?"

"That's not what I asked."

I smiled. "I'm sure, but you go first."

"He wants you, Gloria. He may only be good for one."

"Then it'll have to be you."

While brushing, she looked to me, saying, "Oh, and why is that?"

"Because I want to watch you get fucked."

"You say that word so naturally, one would think that term were a normal part of your vocabulary."

"Goes with being a slut."

"Are you really, Gloria? Seriously."

I smiled, running my fingers along the outlines of the drooling cunt my Mommy had just eaten. "Seriously? I don't see myself that way, but I think most people would see me that way."

"How many?"

"Dicks or fucks?"

"Okay, give me both and tell me when and who was first."

"I count dicks but not fucks. The count is thirty."

"Jesus! Thirty! Three-zero?"

"Thirty as in ten times three, and I don't count dogs."

"DOGS!"

That stopped the hair brushing. I figured it would. I also figured that because her mother and sister were so into that sport, she might be, too. You never know, and I was curious. Her reaction told me that she wasn't, had never, wouldn't dream of it, and I should have kept my mouth shut. She set the brush down then turned in her seat to face me, saying, "Gloria, honestly, have you had sex with dogs?"

I debated going "Gotcha!" but figured she'd eventually find out -- since she was sure to get involved in everything now.

Mom was out of the closet and a big incest fan. By this time, I was taking on mutts at every orgy, as was Gwen, with pressure on big sis Gail to get with the program. The program was definitely going to the dogs, with the sport becoming more popular all the time, already a bigger hit than two chicks getting it on. My goal also had that secondary objective: to bring my folks back into the fold of the family and lead them out of the dark.

" ... maybe."

The guilty look on my face told the tale and made her go, "Oh, no, Gloria, not that. How could you? That is not only disgusting, that is a perversion of nature. Someone had to put you up to that. I demand to know who."

Shit. Now I was in a bind. The 'who' was her mom (the one who had to be held so a girl could go down on her) and I have a no-rat policy, even though the sick bitch deserved to be ratted on. She didn't put me up to it: she bound me up to it, duct-tape and handcuffs on a stake in the yard, then let a pack of her neighborhood mutts have at me while she masturbated to my rape. Boy, did she ever do a flip-flop. I thought that was pretty sick, even by my standards, and I didn't have the heart to tell my mom how sick her mommy was. What to do?

As it turned out, I didn't have to do anything. After an awkward silence, she said, "It was your Grandma Stevens, wasn't it?"

I guess my expression said, "BINGO!"

She went, "Damn her, anyway. I suppose she staked you out for it."

"Yes! How did you know?"

"That's her thing, Gloria, and you weren't the first ... no, she never got me, but she got Toni quite a few times. Toni has been completely warped by the experience. I dare say she's as much a bitch as Mom is."

I smiled. "She is."

"What about you, Gloria?"

"Well, I'm not crazy about it, but I don't need to be bound and staked for it anymore, either."

"Why you? That's what I don't understand. Why go after my baby? I fully expected her to go after Gail, and was surprised that she hasn't bothered Gwen."

This was my opening to shed a little light. I said, "Surprised me, too. All I did was eat her pussy and let her fuck my face while Grandpa fucked me in the ass. After that, she starts treating me like some kinda slut or something."

"Jesus Christ, Gloria! You fucked my dad!"

"Your mom, too -- only I used my nose."

"Fuck! What number was he?"

"Nine."

"That reminds me. You never did say who number one was, and when."

"Uncle Bill. I was eight."

Mom put the car back on the road and headed in the direction of the motel, saying, "Holy shit. You ARE into incest, aren't you? How many of those thirty are related to you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Twenty-two? Where did you find that many?"

I grinned, shrugging. "Here, there, everywhere. Trust me, there's twenty-two. If there are more besides Daddy, I'll go fuck 'em."

"Are you out to set some sort of record?"

"No, I just like all kinds of incest. Got all the gals, too. Once I get you good, I will."

Mom smiled, blushing. "Now I see what's been going on behind our back. You, young lady, are a slut; furthermore, I have no intention of saying anything to Mom about her breeding you like a bitch. If anything, I'll commend her on an excellent selection. To tell the truth, I wouldn't mind watching."

"You'll see a lot of that, then. Just come to the sex parties."

"I'll do that, but we have one to get to right now and I don't mind telling you that I'll gladly go first and give you an eyeful if you're so eager to watch your mother get fucked."

"I am. Will you let him cum in your pussy?"

"In my book, that is fucking. If you're going to get me good, you'll have to do it on a messy pussy."

"Yummy!"

"If you think that's yummy, you can expect much more of the same."

I swooned. "Promise!?"

"I'm just making your day, aren't I?"

"You will if you fuck him good, then promise him you'll fuck him any time he wants a good piece of ass."

"You little stinker. So, it's a whore you want."

"Whore, slut, what's in a name?"

My mom smiled wider. "A slut would say such a thing -- and make no mistake about it, Gloria, you are a slut. Shit, I may be, as well. I have been for one man. That will soon change. By any definition, that is a slut."

"Your mother is a slut. Your sister's a slut. All your nieces are sluts. Your daughters are all sluts. You come from a family of sluts."

"So - everyone is fucking their brains out, I take it?"

"Yup, all the time. Fuck, fuck, fuck like a bunch of bunnies. And guess what? You're the bunny everyone is dying to fuck."

"Is that a fact ... the gals, too?"

I couldn't hide my smile. "Everyone. Those who aren't bisexual love the ones who are."

"How many bisexuals are there?"

"Counting me and you: seven."

"Who?"

"Toni, Grandma Dodson, Aunt Rachel, Cousin Angie, and Cousin Beth."

"I'll be damned. So my mother-in-law is one of us, is she? How is she?"

"Juicy. In fact, everyone calls her Juicy Lucy. She's mostly dying to fuck her little preacher boy."

"My guess is, her little preacher boy is dying to fuck her -- and both sisters. I'm sure he dreams of a foursome. Wouldn't that be a sight, your father with three female bisexuals?"

"That's what the sex parties are all about. Nobody does anything in private. Everything is a show. We'll see that show for sure. All you have to do is come up with a good idea and get enough people to go, 'yeah.' That's how it goes. Everybody would go 'yeah!' to that idea. But I know another idea they'd all go yeah to."

"What's that?"

"The preacher's wife and the mutt."

"Christ, Gloria, you guys get into some pretty kinky shit at these get-togethers, don't you?"

"We're all Baptists, Mom."

She smiled, blushing. "Yes, of course, silly me. Well, here we are. Do you see him? I doubt he'll be in uniform."

"That must be him, then. He's waiting for someone and he looks happy to see us."

"Shit. What a difference a uniform makes. Now, he just looks like a child molester."

"Lucky for you, you have a child ready-to-molest. Just remember, you go first."

What a trip that turned out to be. Turns out the guy was better with nothing on at all. He had a dick bigger than his baton - thicker than Dad, and longer, too. He made Mom yodel, but I helped. I was right, being licked by a preteen daughter while being fucked by a perfect stranger sent that preacher's wife right to the moon. After that, I devoured her. That almost killed her.

We stayed and played in that motel room all that day, all night, and were late for church services. Fortunately, Mom called from the motel around midnight to tell Dad we might be late. She was getting fucked in the ass at the time, while I sucked on her clit. Getting her message across wasn't easy, but Dad got the gist - the preacher's wife was a slut. When we called, little Gwen was drinking piss from both her daddy and big sister.

After that, life only got better. We girls are all in college, now, but Mom comes up to party with us. We all go clubbing together. We get her into the shortest dress we can get by with, without panties, and try to see how many times we can get her fucked in one night. So far, the record stands at twenty-eight. No wonder she's willing to make that long drive twice a month. What a slut.

Oh, about babies. We all had babies. Gail had one, Gwen had two, and I delivered four with one set of twin boys. Mom and Dad are raising this brood as their own. Mom just couldn't wait to have them, as well as two more darling girls of her own; that worked out good, because we little sluts didn't want to raise them. I still say incest is best, and I can't wait until my twin studs sandwich Mommy.