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Little Devils
By: Phil Phantom
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
After the death of her father, having her mother come to live with her was a
godsend to Jean. Having a place to go and people to care for was also a
godsend to Jean's mother, Shelly. As for Jean, a single working mom with an
active social life, having a free, full-time sitter, house keeper, cook,
maid, and errand runner was not just a godsend, it was a bonanza, and her
mother was very happy in those roles. She wanted nothing except the
opportunity to be part of a family again, to be useful again, to be needed,
wanted, appreciated, and yes, loved. More than anything, Shelly needed
love - all kinds.
Jean knew her mom needed all kinds but didn't think she'd find it in the
house, super market, or out running kids around. She needed to hit the night
spots that Jean frequented. She'd get laid frequently if she did. Her mother
still had her looks and her figure. She stayed fit and trim which accented
her 34-EE breasts - a rare size on a slim, trim, and short woman. She had to
special order her bras. Though fifty-five, she didn't look a day over forty.
Her mother would draw the boob men like flies to a dead squirrel, and Jean
could do likewise with leg and ass men. Both were beautiful women - Jean, a
statuesque, leggy, luxurious brunette; Shelly, a top-heavy golden blonde.
Between them, top and bottom, they had all the bases covered. As a dating
duo, they'd knock 'em dead, and no one would suspect they were mother and
daughter.
Shelly wanted no part of that life, but she didn't make Jean feel like a
sleep-around slut because she did, and was, and stayed out all night, and
wore slutty clothes, and had men over for quickies when the kids were home.
Jean had five, all impressionable - boy, 15; boy, 13; girl, 10, boy, 8; girl
6 - too young to be sharing living space with an active slut who preferred
to fuck in her own bed.
Shelly had every right to read Jean the riot act after seeing how she lived
her life, but she never did; in fact, Shelly went out of her way to assure
Jean that how she lived her life and conducted her affairs was her business.
She was an adult, single, owned her own home, kept a good job, and could do
as she damn well pleased...with help to look after the kids. Shelly always
added that.
Jean knew her mother felt insecure and worried about being a burden and an
imposition, though she was anything but. Besides, Jean adored her mother,
absolutely adored her, loved her dearly and always had. They always got
along. Sharing a home and living together as a family again was a dream come
true for Jean, and she continually let her mother know how much she was
needed, loved, and appreciated. Still, Shelly kept reminding Jean that she
needed someone to look after the kids, someone mature and responsible -
someone exactly like her. Jean could not agree more, now had one, but that
didn't help. Jean figured that one day, her mother would feel right at home
and all that insecurity would simply go away.
In the mean time, Jean had it made. She could suck off a sailor at the
dinner table and not draw so much as a raised eyebrow from her insecure
mother. Her mother would probably offer to wipe her chin. Fucking some guy
at home became a major thrill and she found herself doing much more of that,
much more than she had ever done in the past. She dressed sluttier, acted
sluttier, and was a bigger slut after her mother came into the picture. The
kids noticed and thought it very odd. They knew she dated a lot, and she
liked to wear sexy clothes, but no one ever thought of her as a slut until
Grandma came to live with them.
Sluts are easy to spot. They don't wear panties, they shave their pussies,
and they wear skirts they can't sit down in without revealing the fact that
they're a slut. The sight of their mom's slut pussy became as commonplace as
the sight of her in high heels, which wasn't as big a deal as it might seem
since it wasn't that unusual for her to walk through the house wearing only
heels while looking for hardly nothing to wear, acting like this were the
norm. The kids never saw their mom naked until Grandma came and made it the
norm. Yea, Grandma!
Jean could not believe she could get away with the things she did, but no
matter what she did or how shameless she behaved, her mom never said a word,
looked cross-eyed, or raised a brow - nothing. Jean found herself constantly
pushing at the edges of the envelope trying to see where her mother's limit
was, and doing that turned Jean into a shameless slut that would walk around
naked with a shaved pussy, or see a man to the door right after a fuck,
naked, with the evidence of misconduct leaking out during a lengthy good-bye
kiss that was often a fuck in itself. She had her guys hold her by the ass
until the cum ran into her heels, pulling her cheeks apart so the family
could see the hole it all came from - and still no dirty look from her
mother.
Jean went as far as she wanted to go and then some. Some men liked to grab
on low on the cheeks and open up her cunt. She never wanted them to see
inside the lips, and never dreamed they'd see the hole right after a fuck.
Even for Jean, that was way too personal. That was obscene, un-called-for,
gross, nasty, unbecoming a mother, or a woman, or a daughter, something only
a slut would enjoy doing several times.
Jean hated to admit it, but she did enjoy that extreme and vulgar exposure -
several times - every time. But it was her mother's fault. Jean would have
never done that or enjoyed that had it not been for her mother bearing
silent witness because she felt insecure and didn't think she could usher
the kids out of the room, or stop them from gather at their mother's heels
while she said her good-byes to a man.
In a way, her mother drove her to being a slut, and there was no denying it,
a slut was what she was. In the three weeks since her mother moved in, Jean
proved it time and time again. Her kids saw her that way. Her mother saw her
that way. The men she dated now saw her that way and treated her that way.
Some were stopping by just for a quickie. Some became quite crude and
fondled her openly, rubbed on her, loved on her, or exposed themselves in
front of everyone. There were some she had to lead to the bedroom by the
hard dick. Some of this behavior she liked and some she didn't, but because
of her mother she didn't discourage any of it. She let crude and horny men
test the edges of the envelope. That was dumb, but she did it. Her mother
made her dumb.
Jean knew the day would come when her mother reached her breaking point,
that day when she knew her position was secure and her daughter needed to be
reined in, sat down, and lectured like a child. That day came on a Saturday
with the kids all out playing. Shelly sat at the dining table and wanted to
talk. She had that serious look. Jean, wearing a teddy without the undies,
poured herself a cup of coffee in preparation to join her knowing that her
mother could see her lower ass and pussy. Jean's pussy showed best, or
worst, from the rear. From the rear, you could see it all. No one needed to
pull cheeks apart. Her legs could be together and you could still see it
all. Jean felt naked and vulgar. She wanted to get dressed for this talk,
but the damage was done. At least she wasn't naked in slut heels.
Jean took her seat at the corner where her mother waited, noting that the
first thing her mother did was look into her crotch. This made Jean want to
face the chair into the table and scoot in, but she didn't, nor did she
force her legs together, which would have helped. She didn't need to look
down to know that her damn clit was outside the lips, drawing attention to
itself. Jean had a clit she had to tuck in, inner lips as well. She forgot
to tuck. She was showing guts. Since removing all the hair, it always
bothered her when her raw red vaginal guts showed - except during a vulgar
exhibition that was someone else's doing. If a nasty man showed her guts,
that was different. Anyway, her mother looked at her guts and made Jean feel
vulgar.
Jean said, "What is it, Mom? It looks serious."
"It is, Jean, it's very serious. I, uh...I...I don't know how to start."
"Maybe I should start. I don't know what has come over me lately, but I owe
you a big apology..."
"Stop...you don't understand. This is not about you, Jean."
"It's not?"
"No. Jean, you are free to live your life as you see fit. This is your home,
your family. I am a guest here."
"Mother, you are not a guest. You are..."
"No, let me finish. I am a guest, and it's not my place to judge my host, or
make comments, or criticisms, or suggestions. I have no right to tell you
how to live your life or conduct your affairs, and I won't, ever."
Jean felt a warm rush suffuse her entire crotch on hearing this. She could
feel her clit throb and her lips swell. She settled back in her chair with
her legs seeming to part from the pressure of swelling lips. She was now
glad she had guts showing. When her mother looked at this new display, Jean
intentionally widened her spread to a point of unladylike repose, the way
cowboys and bold sluts like to sit. This caused a pregnant pause as her
mother stared.
Jean ended the pause by saying, "You've been very good. You don't even tell
me to sit like a lady."
Again, Shelly looked and said while staring, "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Are you saying this doesn't bother you?"
"It is distracting, yes, but no, it doesn't bother me. I'm sorry about
staring."
"I don't mind if you stare. If I did, I'd close my legs. I opened them. That
should tell you something."
"It did. I figured you didn't mind." On hearing this, Jean made an obscene
spread, brought her free hand down and brought out the guts, prompting her
mother to say, "You have a lovely vagina, Jean. You are obviously very proud
of your vagina. You have every right to be."
"I'm sure your pussy is no less lovely than mine. This must be like looking
into a mirror."
"We are very similar."
"Oh, do you shave your pussy?"
"That's a part of what I need to discuss with you."
"What...how to...should you...shouldn't you...pros and cons?"
"No, it's shaved but I didn't shave it or want it shaved. I had it shaved
for me...every day this week."
"Jeff."
"He told you?"
"No, but I knew he'd pull something. I should have warned you about Jeff,
but I was curious to see how you handled him. That boy is a life support
system for a penis, and it's clear who handled who. What else did he do to
it besides shave it?"
"I hate to tell you, but it wasn't just Jeff."
"It never is. Let me guess. Mike, Barry, Greg, Donny, and Larry - the five
stooges."
"And Billy."
"He usually doesn't let his kid brother play."
"He sometimes lets both of them play. Even Anthony has been involved lately.
That's why I say, this is very serious and has gotten completely out of
hand."
"Mother, I can put an immediate halt to this shit."
"I'm sure you can, but that's not why I'm coming to you....Oh god...I don't
know how to say this."
"You don't want it stopped. That's it, isn't it...yes, I can see that's it.
Mother, you are red as a beet. Relax, Mom. I understand, and I don't blame
you one bit. They have been after me to play hide the wiener for three
years. It has been damn tempting, too. If I weren't getting all I wanted out
there, and if I weren't the mom, I dare say I'd be a sex toy to a bunch of
horny little devils and loving every minute of it."
"I was hoping you'd understand. You pretty much hit the nail on the head. I
do feel like a sex toy. I will admit, I am loving it, even the rough stuff,
and it does get rough. They are especially rough on big boobs."
"I would have guessed. They hit the jackpot with you. How are the jugs
holding up?"
"Remarkably well, but they're pretty tough jugs. Your father was never
gentle with them. I can take whatever those boys dish out."
"Okay, so what is the problem? If you are wondering if I object, let me set
your mind at ease. I think this is great. You need sex. They need sex. To
me, this is a perfect match, and seven is a lucky number. You need seven
little fuckers to equal a big fucker."
"Eight counting Anthony."
"My little Anthony is a fucker. I am impressed; still, eight equals a really
big fella."
"I would have thought so, but you don't factor in energy, stamina, and
enthusiasm. I think two equals one, and one Jeff equals any two men I ever
had sex with, your father included."
"Oh, he's that good is he?"
"He is that good."
"I thought he might be. He certainly has a way about him, and he is bold. I
like that. The fact that I'm a mature woman and his mother has never
deterred him in the least. To him, I'm just a cunt."
"I know the feeling, and I got that feeling the second day after I arrived."
"What did he do...no, let me guess. He got you by the cunt and then said
something very vulgar in a soft and sexy voice whispered right into your ear
along with hot breath."
"Yes, he did. Does he do that to you?"
"He used to, quite often - three, four, five times a day. I had to put a
stop to that shit because it was working and my cunt was becoming addicted
to the feel of his fingers. That boy's fingerprints are all over my womb."
"God, I know what you mean. I never had a hand up me until Jeff decided to
fondle my womb. Christ does that ever get a horny woman's attention."
Jean laughed and said, "He does that to keep you from pushing him away. All
you can do is grab something and hold on."
"That's exactly what I did."
"What did he say to you?"
"I was folding laundry when he came up behind me. I never heard or saw
anything. Suddenly, a small hand has a death grip on my vagina...cunt if you
prefer."
"I prefer pussy, but cunt can be most effective at times. No one knows
better than Jeff. He knows when to call it a vagina. He knows when to call
it a pussy, and he definitely knows when you want to hear it called a cunt."
"Well, he had me by the cunt. That straightened me up in a hurry, and then I
hear, 'I'll bet you ain't had no cock in a long time. I'll bet you'd like to
get your cunt fucked. I'll fuck your cunt for you. I'll fuck it real good. I
'll fuck your cunt and make it cry...cry for more. If you want me to fuck
your cunt for you, just show it to me. I'll fuck it and you won't have to
beg. You'll beg the second time.' He gave me a nice womb massage and then
left me with weak knees and sopping wet panties which he had pulled down
around my knees before starting the womb massage. He massaged me to orgasm,
Jean, and I stood there clutching that table and let him."
"Damn, he really laid it on thick. He has gotten better. That would have
worked on me. So, you showed him your pussy and he now has you begging."
"No, I didn't, and I am not begging. He kept assaulting me like that all
through that first week, with the same results, but no invitation to screw.
All he had to do was touch my cunt and I'd hang onto something. He didn't
have to sneak up on me, either. There were times he called me over and
slowly ran his hand up my leg. He could have his way with my cunt, but he
couldn't get me to invite a fuck. He tried a different tack in week two."
"He tried massaging you with his dick?"
"Has he done that to you, too?"
"Oh yeah. Technically, he has fucked me in that he has had his dick all the
way in me. He has managed a few good strokes before eviction. It's the sneak
attack, but it only works on a wet and receptive pussy with nothing baring
the way."
"With me, he brought about all those conditions, and then attacked. I tried
to evict him but usually ended up getting fucked."
"How hard did you try?"
"Not very. Mostly, I tried not to dislodge his dick while putting up a good
struggle. When resistance became futile, I let him finish. He could even
pull out and tease me with his dick and I'd hold the pose until he returned.
Once he tamed me, he could pretty much do as he pleased - strip me, play
with my jugs, place me in other positions. He could fuck me or just fuck
with me, but he had to tame me first. After that, I was a good submissive
fuck - easy, willing, responsive - a tamed cunt."
"But he had to tame you."
"Absolutely. I love being tamed. I did not love being tamed with an
audience."
"He would want an audience."
"Yes, I gathered that. Little people seemed to appear out of nowhere at the
worst possible times, after I was too tame to give a fuck. Gradually, by
ones and twos and threes, everyone saw us. All the kids, and all of Jeff's
friends. I found that quite unnerving, Jean."
"I can imagine. How did you handle it?"
"I didn't. I still haven't. I'm still having trouble. It's the little ones
that still bother me - Anthony, Darcy, and Brenda. The others have all had
me, dozens of times in countless ways, but those little ones seeing those
things...well, it's not right."
"They're hardly innocent. Jeff fucked Darcy on a changing table when she was
an infant, and he's been fucking her ever since. He has spent half of his
life being grounded for fucking Darcy or Brenda, and Anthony come to think
of it. He fucked every dog we ever owned, male or female, that's why we don'
t have one. We had a cat, but it would have to be pried off the ceiling when
Jeff entered the room."
"Are you serious?"
"He did something to that poor pussy. The boy will fuck anything, and I can'
t get rid of his brothers and sisters."
"I know, I've seen him and his buddies use those kids, but it isn't right.
They're too young for that, and I'm here to protect them and look after them
as you would, but I'm not doing that. That's what we need to talk about.
Jeff has tamed me to the point where I don't interfere; I hold them; I
butter up their asses and hold them. He does as he pleases with all of us. I
think you can imagine what he has me doing with those girls, and what he has
those girls doing to me."
"I can't imagine what young boys would like to see two females do to each
other."
"Oh yes you can, Jean Ann. Your father was a big boy."
"Oh, my goodness. That's disgusting, Mother."
"As I said, this has gotten completely out of hand and has now reached the
point where you have to know."
"I see, but you say he has you tamed to the point where you will do those
things that I can very well imagine."
"Yes."
"And you love being tamed."
"Yes."
"You have no intention of resisting him."
"None. I will do anything he wants me to do. Those kids are at his mercy. I'
ll see that they are."
"Interesting, but I still don't see the problem."
"You don't see the problem? The little ones are the problem. There is no one
looking after them. What you have is a child molester caring for them. I
take good care of them, but I also sexually molest them very well."
"Do you enjoy sexually molesting them?"
"Well...yes."
"Do they enjoy being sexually molested?"
"I think so, by me they do, but the boys can be a bit rough. They don't try
to hurt anyone, but boys aren't gentle when they become aroused. Brenda
doesn't like getting her little butt fucked, and I hate preparing her and
holding her for that, so you know what we do a great deal of."
"Well, no one has complained to me, so it's nothing they can't handle. As
for Brenda and her little butt, she knows very well that boys will always
give you more of what you don't want. She's a little butt slut and an
excellent actress."
"That's a relief. She is an excellent actress - good butt fuck, too - makes
me wish I had a dick."
"Until I hear sincere complaints, I'm not worried about those kids. Like I
said, I haven't heard a peep, and they will peep on each other. I'm more
concerned about you. Tell me what I can do to make this better for you."
"Make it better for me! Are you serious?"
Jean sat forward and took both of her mother's hands in hers, saying,
"Mother, I adore you. I am so thrilled to have you here as part of my crazy
family. I would do anything for you - ANYTHING. If I could make every dream
come true I would. If I could make every sexual fantasy a reality, I would.
There is nothing I wouldn't do to please you - NOTHING. I would become a
famished lesbian for you, and, as you know, I am not fond of pussy. I could
convince you otherwise. I am dead serious."
"Jean, I don't know what to say. I'm overwhelmed."
"You should be. You are the greatest mother any girl could ever have. You
were a friend when I needed a friend, a mom when I needed a mom, and a wise
mother when I needed good advice. You made me the person I am, and I like
who I am. I owe that all to you. All I want is an opportunity to repay you
in some small way, because I could never fully repay you - never."
"Jean, you make me blush."
"Then blush away, but don't ignore my offer. Tell me what you want to make
this better."
Their hands came apart and they both sat back - Shelly mulling; Jean
watching her mull. Jean had her legs in a natural spread, about ten inches
at the knees, not much of a beaver, but Shelly looked at it while mulling,
them smiled and said, "Well, for starters, you can make a better beaver."
Jean smiled, placed her heels at the corner edges of her chair, laid her
legs flat out to each side, then lined her fingers along both lips and
pulled, turning a slit into a wide oval of coral-pink intimate flesh -
filleted cunt. She said, "How's this beaver?"
"That's what I call a beaver," she said while getting to her knees. She
placed her palms against Jean's inner thighs, looked up, and said, "Would
you like me to show you how I sexually molest your daughters?"
"Yes, I'm very curious unless you chew on their clits. In that case, just
tell me."
"I'd never do that. I just nibble, like this."
"Ohhhh, that doesn't hurt...ummm, and you suck, too. Oh, I like the way you
suck on my cunt. Oh yes, lick my pussy all over. Mom, you're a very good
pussy licker, but I knew you were. I could tell by the way you lick them. I
always wondered what it would be like to look between my own legs and see
it. This is a pretty sight - your pretty face, my sexy cunt. I always
thought they would go together well. You're not going to stick your tongue
in my fuck hole, are you? Oh, Mom, that's nasty. Men fuck me there. One
fucked me there last night, but you know that, don't you?"
Shelly brought her tongue out and raised her mouth off to say, "Yes, we all
know that. I can still taste him."
She went back to tasting him. Jean said, "Is he tasty?"
"Not bad. You're tasty."
"Thank you. I try to stay fresh. You never know when a mother might want to
go down on you."
"You never know."
"Mom, how long have you wanted to do this?"
"I think the first time I thought about it was while changing your diaper.
That was also the first time I tried it. It was almost the last time because
you pissed in my mouth."
Jean laughed hard then said, "I don't remember but I can see me doing that.
I always feel like pissing when someone sucks on my pussy. It's like they're
asking for it. You don't keep nursing on the place where a person pees and
expect milk."
Jean didn't mean to drop a hint. She was just being cute, but her mother
came out of the hole and latched onto the place where Jean pisses and began
nursing in earnest like a famished infant. Jean said, "Mother, you're asking
for it. I'll do it...I mean it...Mom, you are nursing on a woman with a full
bladder. Once I start, I can't stop...I won't stop.......all right, but you'
re cleaning up the mess."
Jean couldn't believe this shit but her mother was asking for it. She at
least wanted a squirt for old times sake. Jean relaxed and piss began to
flow. Her mother came to life and pressed in hard, sucking and swallowing
hard. Jean meant to cut it off at a squirt but honestly couldn't with all
that suction. Her mother was actually sucking her bladder and trying to cut
it off hurt. Jean eventually relaxed and let it flow full volume, awed that
her mom kept up. She drank it all, even the last dribbles, then lapped at
the slit as a tongue wipe before looking up with a piss drinking grin,
saying, "Memories."
"I wish I remembered."
"Did you like that?"
"What's not to like."
Shelly got back in her chair and held her bloated belly, saying, "Don't you
think that was a pretty sick thing to do?"
"What, taking a healthy piss in your mother...not really. I think every
daughter would like to but few have the balls to actually do it."
"Very funny, but you know what I mean. I wanted you to piss in my mouth. I
wanted to drink it all, every last drop. Don't you think that's sick?"
"No, I don't, not if it turns you on. If it turns you on, you can have all
of my piss anytime you want it. Just come suck on my pussy and I'll give you
what I've got. I have no problem with that; in fact, I thoroughly enjoy
doing it."
"I would rather you came to me and used me as your toilet and do it in front
of the family as a way of keeping me in my place, showing me who's boss and
who serves the boss."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, very."
"Is this a fantasy?"
"Yes, a big one. You asked me what I wanted to make this better."
"Yes, but..."
"That's what I want, Jean. I want to be used and abused by you to get even
with me for the terrible way I treated you as a child."
"But, Mom, I just explained..."
"I know, but the kids don't know how things really were. I have led them to
believe that I was awful to you and I fear you're just waiting to get even.
That's why I have been acting so subservient, like I'm trying to stay on
your good side. I have also led them to believe that I am penniless and
destitute with nowhere to go, that if you toss me out, I'll become a bag
lady and sleep on the streets."
"Why, Mom? I don't understand this."
"I know, honey, but there is a great deal about me you don't understand. I
grew up in an abusive environment. Your father was abusive. I crave that
abuse. I need to be used, but I need it from people who love me. Your dear
father understood me perfectly and he loved me very much."
"He had a funny way of showing it."
"No, it was a perfect way of showing it. He used me and got his sex with
other women, then rubbed my face in it. I'm sure you remember Gloria."
"I remember that fucking bitch."
"Well, I've had my face shoved in the woman's freshly fucked cunt more than
you can possibly imagine."
"Oh Jesus! Are you going to tell me you loved that."
"I lived for it, and she always filled me with piss while laughing at me."
"Well, fuck, I had to ask."
"Do you know what I'd like you to do with your fucked cunts?"
"Oh god, please don't tell me."
"Why, because you'll do it?"
"Yes, I'll do it. I said anything and meant anything. Of course, I didn't
know you were a sick bitch at the time. I still mean what I said. You're a
sick bitch but I adore you and I owe you."
"Well, I am a sick bitch and I'm asking. Shove them in my face. Make me
clean you, inside and out, and piss while I do it. Piss in my face and in my
mouth. Treat me like dirt. Make me your pussy slave. Put your bloody tampons
in my mouth. Make me shave your cunt and lick you while you fuck. Do all of
this in front of everyone. Oh, and give me to Jeff. Let's make this
official. Make me his whore...no, his sex slave."
"All right, Mother, I see you want this. I'll do it."
"Oh, Jean, thank you, thank you. I'll be so good to you."
"I know, and I'm afraid I'm going to enjoy it too much. I'm afraid I may
become like Daddy."
"I hope so."
"I know you do, but I hope you realize we can't just do an overnight flip
flop."
"I know, and I have thought of a great way to transition into this."
"Let's hear it."
"One reason this has come to a head is Jeff keeps taking risks around you,
doing shit to me where we might be discovered. You almost caught us several
times, and he keeps getting bolder. I know we'll get caught doing something
very soon. When it happens, no matter how it looks, blame me. Punish me. Don
't do a thing to Jeff. I'm the horny bitch that led him on. I'm the adult.
Boys will be boys. I should know better."
"All right, I get the picture. So, he keeps getting you in trouble, pretty
soon, I have a pussy slave and he has a sex slave."
"There you go. Jeff now has me totally under his control. I am, in fact, his
sex slave. The others know that, believe that, and accept that. It'll work,
Jean, and look right to the others."
"I have no doubt. I hope you realize that to fulfill your fantasy, I have to
become the type of mother I never dreamed of becoming, the type society
locks up and throws away the key. My kids will become an intimate part of my
sex life, which will be pretty damn kinky. We're talking about them
gathering around the bed to watch me get fucked, not to mention all the shit
I'll be doing to you. We're talking some heavy shit here. We're not talking
slut; we're talking animal."
"I know, but they'd love to see you as an uninhibited animal. They love
those parting love scenes at the door where the man shows them your fucked
cunt, and don't tell me you don't love that. I never see you rushing the guy
or trying to get him to stop pulling your cunt open. You love showing those
kids the interior of your cunt, and you especially love showing your
drooling fuck hole. We have all been treated to a very good look up your
snatch."
"All right. You've made your point. I don't have that far to fall."
"In their eyes, you'll rise. We're a kinky bunch without you leading us, but
we need adult leadership or this may get way out of hand."
"I suppose. Mom, is this something you'll get out of your system or are we
talking a forever thing?"
"I have always been this way. I always will. I won't leave till you throw me
out and then I'll find an abusive relationship or curl up and die."
"We can't have that. I guess I'll have to get used to having my own pussy
slave."
"How bad can that be?"
"If I can fill it with piss, then stick a bloody tampon in its mouth and
make it smile, not bad at all. Come on, fuck face. Lets go climb into bed.
Show me how you made Gloria smile."
"We'll need newspaper."
"What for?"
"That's how I made her smile - by squatting and shitting on newspaper."
"I had to ask. Think of another way."
"We'll need a male dog."
"Fuck!...Another way...never mind. Just eat me."
"I could do that. I'll need a knife and fork."
Jean took Shelly by the hand and led her toward the master bedroom, saying,
"For a pussy slave, you're being awfully cute."
"No one's around. I don't need to be a pussy slave all the time. Sometimes,
when we're alone, I'd like you to take a turn. Now would be a good time."
Jean had stopped, and now Shelly pulled Jean along. Jean said, "This sucks."
"It will, fuck face, it will."
I'm sure you can imagine the rest, but that crazy family did live happily
ever after under adult leadership.
The End
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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy
and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before
you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can
all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to
other minors. PP
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