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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Doing Mom
Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 10:10:02 -0400
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                                 Doing Mom
                              By: Phil Phantom
                           HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

My mom is the spitting image of Meg Ryan. If you don't want to
fuck Meg Ryan, you don't have a dick. How could a kid not want to
be a mother fucker with a mother like that. My two younger
brothers, 15 and 13, had it just as bad as I did, but the oddest
thing was, my youngest brother, Jerry, was a mother fucker many
times over, and he started at the age of eight. He got to her
while she slept - stolen fucks. He fucked her and everyone knew
it; plus, the mother fucker knocked her up. He was still on
restriction for doing that and would remain on restriction the
whole time she remained pregnant. Lucky fucker. He knocked her up
and got more fucks because he was with her constantly. Jerry
loved restriction. Mom loves foot rubs and naps. A good foot rub
puts her to sleep.

Mom looks like Meg and she is built exactly like her. She is
small with gorgeous tits, not much ass, and she is ate-up with
cute. She looks like she has the softest, tightest, sweetest
pussy God ever put between a woman's legs. Jerry swears it feels
like it looks and tastes like candy. Every guy I know dreams of
fucking her and they all agree - she's Meg. I would describe her
hair, but you rarely see it. She is a wig nut, has a hundred of
them, mostly big, Dolly Parton types. She is Meg but she wishes
she were Dolly or Cher.

Mom doesn't see the resemblance, but she's the only one. She does
know that every guy she meets wants to fuck her. Guys hit on her
right in front of us, and men will hit on her right in front of
Dad. Obscene phone callers usually ask for the bitch who looks
like Meg Ryan. Mom likes talking to them. We like getting on the
extension. The funniest thing about my mom is the way male dogs
act around her. They smell her pussy and get excited. She has
suffered more embarrassing scenes with dogs than any ten women
put together. Mom was never allowed to forget that she had pussy
between her legs. She needed three daughters, not three sons, and
she grew up the only daughter of a man with six sons and no mom
for most of her life - the only pussy on a ranch that raised bird
dogs. 

For as long as I have known her, she has been a desired woman.
She gets propositioned quite often, and she has been out all
night and all weekend without Dad, so we knew she accepted offers
even if we never eaves dropped on her phone calls. The fact that
she will, on occasion, prostitute herself was known by all from
an early age. She doesn't do it often, but when she does, it's
pretty obvious. She leaves the house looking like a whore and
returns looking fucked with her wig in a bag. After a whore gig,
she usually sleeps for a full day. Jerry has a field day
following a whore night. She sometimes wakes up but is often too
tired to do anything about it. 

We were eating in a restaurant once when a guy came up and
offered ten grand for her if she'd go to Las Vegas with him for
one weekend and do anything. Dad was okay with it without knowing
the details. She was willing to discuss it but wanted to know
exactly what would be expected of her. The guy was pretty blunt
and crude. He sat close, placed his hand on her bare leg, and ran
it up to her crotch while telling her. The restaurant was almost
empty, near closing time, and we sat at a large round table in
the back. 

He was getting a sample of the merchandise, and she felt
obligated to give him a sample since she was seriously
considering the offer, and everything he said super turned her
on. When she turns on, you know it. She was braless and her dark
nipples get super hard. Though we kids were right there and could
hear everything, that didn't matter, not after he got his hand on
her pussy. We had heard negotiations over the phone and she knew
that. She kept pressing for more details, in no hurry to end the
sample or the negotiations. 

She wanted to cum and got to the point where she had to cum just
as he gets to the main reason for wanting her. He wanted her to
fuck a bunch of dogs and let him take videos. We knew that killed
the deal, but that didn't stop her from discussing it. She got
her orgasm, but afterward, she told him she couldn't do that. Dad
stayed out of it. The guy kept his finger in her pussy while
trying to talk her into it, telling her what a cute bitch she'd
make, how good she'd look getting humped by a hung Doberman, how
she had the lips for sucking dog cock. He told her she had bitch
pussy between her legs. She agreed and told him about her
problem. The way she described the problem, you would think bitch
pussy were a blessing, a gift. She never got pissed or tried to
get his hand out. I could not see what he was doing, but it was
obvious. 

She liked that treatment and was polite to him. I was only eleven
at the time, but I picked up on that. He kept that crude shit up
for quite a while, maybe thirty minutes. He even pulled her top
down to look at her tits, and that was after she declined the
offer. He did that a lot and even looked at her pussy when the
coast was clear. The coast was mostly clear. What he did was
cover her when it wasn't. She sat low at the front edge of her
chair, leaning back with her legs wide, making things easy for
him. He had a good beaver to finger and gawk at. She didn't have
panties on. I didn't see that, but his words tipped us off. He
gave her pussy a lot of compliments, which painted a great
picture of a shaved-bald, bitch-pussy, squeeze box.

Dad stayed out of it. The guy finally gave up on her, but before
he left, he called her a bitch and told her she was a cunt. Dad
didn't say a word. She said she was sorry but she just couldn't
do that many dogs. I couldn't believe she would say she was sorry
after he called her a cunt. We knew she hated that word and that
term applied to a woman. After he left, she acted like nothing
had happened. A deal fell through. Oh well. I was never the same.
Little Jerry, who was seven at that time, was most affected but
it took four more years for it to show. 

Actually, it took puberty. With a Mom like that, puberty was
rough on all of us, but hardest on Jerry. We all had the hots for
her, but he had the hots for no one but her long before puberty.
Brian and I hid it well, but Jerry never even tried to hide it.
Mom was no slut by any means, but she was in his eyes. She was a
prostitute, a whore, and a bitch. Jerry never let her forget
that, though she slowed way down on accepting overnight proposals
after that dinner thing went down. She didn't stop, but twice a
year was about it when it used to be once a month.  

We lusted after her, but Jerry's ambition was to nail her. Mom's
vulnerability is that she sleeps like a stone, loves napping, and
also gets drunk sniffing a bar rag. She was a little tipsy that
night. A careful little guy with a little dick can get a fuck off
her if he has the balls. I'll give Jerry one thing, the little
mother fucker has balls. Him fucking her was no secret. He not
only bragged, he often got caught in the act and was punished for
it. He'd get it from Dad, and was placed on restriction, too.
Dad's belt didn't scare Jerry. A piece of Mom's ass was worth a
beating, and restrictions were no punishment, though he acted
like they were so he'd get them. 

Mom could not count the number of times Jerry fucked her, but
Jerry kept track on a Meg poster with hash marks. By the time he
entered puberty, there were over ninety groups of five - 450.
That number is spread out over four years, and he picked up hash
marks in batches following a whore night. Just getting his dick
all the way in counted as a fuck, but that is still a lot of
mother fucking. They were at their wits end with Jerry, then he
became potent and dangerous. Mom didn't believe in abortion and
she was a fertile bitch.

Brian tried fucking her, too, but the clumsy fuck woke her up
every time he tried. He couldn't even get her pussy uncovered.
Jerry was good. He got her completely naked half the time, and
could do that while she was in bed with Dad. With a kid like
Jerry, you would think they would lock their door. You would
think that Mom would never nap except behind a locked door. You
would think she'd wear tight jeans to bed, at least to nap. I
think he was like a pesky gnat that you have to swosh at once in
a while, but you don't go running indoors to avoid...until, he
had sperm.

When Jerry became a fellow creamer, Dad got wind and that was the
end of his pesky gnat days. That was the end of Dad being
tolerant. He warned them both - NO MORE MESSING AROUND! Mom got
all defensive, but he had every right to warn her, too. She was
awfully easy for Jerry to fuck. Napping without panties on with
an open door was being easy - a guaranteed hash mark. No one
really believed she slept through those fucks. It takes two to
Tango, and Dad warned the dancers to stop dancing. She stopped
defending herself and headed the warning. She said she would
behave, and she then told Jerry that the party was over - NO
MORE.

In one ear, out the other, but she knew that. Nothing changed. If
anything, Jerry got a lot worse. He grew badder and bolder now
that he could cream a cunt, and we told him a fuck ain't a fuck
unless you cream a cunt. No more hash marks for wet dicks. Brian
told him to get a new poster and start over. Those others don't
count. That was what Jerry did. In one week, he had nine hash
marks up. That was a good week, and Dad was none the wiser. Mom
was wetter after a nap, and you can't tell me she didn't notice.
You can't tell me she wasn't waiting. 

The little fucker even nailed her in the bed with Dad in it. They
had been drinking, but that took balls. That was the night he got
her pregnant. They woke up with him in the bed with them, asleep
with his dick still in Mom. God, did she ever act pissed, so
pissed she woke us all up and didn't realize she was still naked
while giving Jerry holy hell. Me and Brian stood right in their
bedroom doorway and saw the whole thing, even Brian getting his
ass whipped.

God, she looked sexy. We had seen her naked before, but not up
and moving around. We got good looks at everything in motion as
she stormed around and paced, tits jerking, ass globes jiggling,
cum running down her legs. God, what a sight! What a bod! Meg
Ryan couldn't look any better, and the best part was watching her
trying to get the sperm out, using fingers, standing in a squat,
jumping, digging. She sure looked a sight. Even Dad stopped to
watch. He saw us but didn't say anything. She knew we were there,
too, but was too obsessed with getting the sperm out. She knew
she was ovulating and kept bringing that up. This was Panicville,
no place for modesty. This was serious shit. Yeah Jerry!

That was one time I felt like sucking his dick and I didn't give
Brian any ribbing because he did suck it. I stood right there and
watched and only wanted to know what she tastes like. We were run
off after five good minutes of watching. When Mom got smart and
went into the bathroom to douche, she went right by us, but
stopped to tell us to go, the show was over. We went, but waited
right outside the door for Jerry. Dad gave him something like
fifty lashes, but he doesn't hit hard and his belt is wide. I
wouldn't want fifty, but they didn't seem to bother Jerry that
much. When he came out, he wasn't even crying. He was grinning
and had a hardon, a wet one. Brian took him to his bedroom. I
followed.

This scene was really bad but got worse when Mom barged in on
Brian sucking Jerry's dick with me kneeling right beside him
wanting a sniff. She came in search of Jerry, I suppose to see if
he was okay. When she saw what we were doing, she almost shit.
Picture Meg Ryan walking in on a goat fuck, and she was still
naked. I assumed this meant that it was now okay for her to go
around naked, since Dad saw her naked with us. He was always on
her case to put something decent on or belt her robe better. I
guess he just gave in and said, fuck it. Sure looked that way. 

I sure didn't want her to see me in that scene. It looked like we
were taking turns - super perverted - and Jerry all proud of
himself. This was the second time he got caught fucking her after
Dad's stern warning. The first time, a week earlier, was almost
as bad, but she was safe, so pregnancy wasn't an issue. Getting
fucked while she took a nap was the issue. Incest was the issue.
Treating a mother as a sex object was an issue. Respecting a
person's privacy and body was an issue. There were lots of issues
that first time, all raised by Dad, but only one the second time,
and that was raised by Mom.

I know she was dying to ask why we were sucking Brian's dick, but
she was speechless. I'm glad she didn't. She stared for a while,
but then backed out and went away. The neat thing was, Brain
never stopped sucking. I would have flown off that cock so fast,
all she would have seen was a blur. Jerry thought that was real
neat. He and Brian had always been close, but they were real
buddies, now. Brian wanted to be just like Jerry. He didn't care
what Mom or Dad thought. He only cared what Jerry thought. Jerry
thought the world of a brother who wasn't too proud to suck a
dick.

I knew Mom was in for it after this, double trouble. Brian would
now be as bad as Jerry, and Jerry had always been bad, even
before puberty set in. Mom never did get any respect from Jerry.
She has always been a sex object in his eyes, a cunt. He even
calls her a cunt - that or a bitch. Cunt was a term of
endearment, but he'd call her a bitch if she got pissed when he
grabbed her tits, ass, or pussy. Before puberty and after that
night in the restaurant, he was always in trouble for something.
I was her protector more than Dad was, mostly because he was
never around. Jerry would cool it around me. She had two Jerry's,
now; one was slick and knew how to do it; the other was a clumsy
dope who would always piss her off and hurt her feelings.

I had to give Jerry credit. He was crude but smooth, like that
guy. He had a way with her. He could get her in a mood to
tolerate shit and respond to the term cunt like it was a term of
endearment. By the time he was thirteen, he could pet her cunt
and get her to talk about her cunt while calling her a cunt.
There was something about that word that got to her, but only he
could get away with using it, and only when the mood was right.
He knew when, but we never had a clue. We never dared try, but
when the mood was right, he was something to watch.

That was another thing that was so neat. When he'd get her like
that, she didn't care who watched. Before Jerry started fucking
her, we never saw her all-the-way naked, but we got to see
everything she had by being very quiet and not moving. Brian blew
it so many times by trying to get a better view. If he blew it
for Jerry, he'd catch hell, and if he blew it bad, he'd catch
hell from Mom. We all would. Whenever she'd snap out of it, she'd
snap out pissed and upset, mostly at herself, but she'd take it
out on us, mostly Brian.

Brian was, in many ways, like a red-headed step child. I was her
favorite. Mom and I were and always had been very close, but if
we are talking sexually, that was Jerry, hands down, no contest.
She has a thing for Jerry. She can't hide it very well, either,
and not at all after he entered puberty. She does try, but she
melts at his touch. He can kiss her on the mouth, long kisses. He
can slip her the tongue and she'll slip right back. He nurses on
her a great deal, sometimes for hours with his hand in her
panties. That is being sexual. That is hard to watch without
jacking off. Brian has blown it by blowing a wad in her hair -
way uncool, especially if she has a Dolly wig on.

Mom and I were not sexual at all, and she wouldn't piss on Brian
if his hair were on fire. I don't know what it was about Brian,
but we all suspected that he was a rapist's bastard. She would
never say, but Brian had none of Dad's features, and Mom is rape
bait who won't abort even a rape child. She is also the type who
has trouble loving one who looks and acts so much like her
rapist. Brian didn't care. He only looked forward to the day when
he'd be strong enough to rape her. We all knew he would when he
could, and he was getting there. He was under constant threat to
never do the crime if he couldn't do the time, but the time was
restriction - no deterrent in our house, not with a housewife
like that in it.

I was also her only protection against rape, but there was that
same problem. I wasn't always there, and Brian wasn't as afraid
of me as he used to be. I'm sixteen going on seventeen, but we
are a pretty close match. He was already warning me that when the
time came, to stay out of it, that it was between her and him,
that she had it coming. 

In a way, I agreed. There were times I wanted to rape her myself.
He had cause. She could do a lot to get on his good side, but did
the opposite. She could also dress not to provoke, but she wore
what Jerry liked seeing her in, only short dresses that open down
the front, and she never wore a bra. He acted like her tits were
his personal property, and she did too if Dad weren't around. Not
only could he play with them, he could draw filthy shit on them,
and Jerry can draw dogs real good. He made her dress like rape
bait and did that to inspire Brian.

That was the oddest part of this sick situation, and she knew it
was sick. I think she hated the situation but felt sick and
powerless. Playing sexual favorites with one son while leaving
the other two totally out was sick - sick and cruel. She couldn't
help herself. She had the hots for one, couldn't resist his
charm, and he would not let her hide from us, only from Dad. If
she wanted his special loving, she had to let us see. 

When this thing started, it wasn't fucking she wanted, and this
thing started with puberty. It was the tender loving mixed with
crude that drew her deeper. She wouldn't let him penetrate with a
finger, much less his dick. He could only pet. I sat three feet
from her the day she taught him how she liked her cunt stroked.
She used that vulgar term for his benefit, though she still hated
that term and hated having her cunt exposed. I got a good look at
it that day. She pulled her cunt lips open to show him the parts
she wanted stroked with two fingers - stroke the clit and massage
just inside the hole, the fuck hole, rimming the fuck hole was
what she called it. 

She showed him how to massage her pussy, not masturbate it. She
said she'd handle all the masturbating, but he was welcome to
give her a pussy massage. She said that was the best way to get
her in the mood and keep her in the mood, that if he would learn
to do it right, she'd never refuse one, and he could do as he
pleased with her if he could keep the mood going. I watched him
practice. They took turns until he got it right. I wanted a turn.


God, what a cunt! I saw Meg Ryan's cunt - wide open. Meg has a
gorgeous clit and a fuck hole that looks like the pearly gates of
Heaven with the pink hue of early morning twilight glistening on
it. Brian missed that show. Had he been there, she would have
been raped. Then again, had he been there, I doubt she'd have
done it. He was definitely a mood damper. With me, it was just
the opposite. She was at ease with me. We had a long talk about
her problem when it became a real problem that she couldn't hide
or control. This "thing" only got worse and worse on its way to
her getting pregnant. She broke down and laid herself bare for
me, trying to make me understand this thing she had for my nasty
kid brother, trying hard to explain why she had no control around
him. Right after that talk, she sits Jerry down and shows him how
to get more control.

I told her I understood when I could not for the life of me
understand. She wanted me to understand, so I understood. We were
that close. I just wished I could have been honest with her and
told her how much that affected me and how much I wanted some,
too. I did the opposite and assured her that her "thing" didn't
bother me in the least. For that, I got a big hug and kiss, and I
got to see a lot more of what drove me insane, with her acting
like that didn't bother me in the least because I understood. I
didn't understand shit, and the more shit I saw, the less I
understood. You would think I weren't even there when she taught
him how to massage pussy, and that was how it was after that
talk. I saw a lot more than Brian did.

Mom wanted to cool it around Brian, but Jerry didn't. About a
month after our talk, things got very heavy and Brian got to see
a bunch of shit. Mom gave Jerry the power and he abused it. She
knew what she was doing, she just didn't know what form it would
take, but the power was real and in the hands of a real jerk.
Jerry was actively trying to inspire rape. She knew that, but she
allowed Jerry to tease Brian with her body, her cunt in
particular. She'd eventually stop him, but not before Jerry got
his tease in. Lifting her dress and pulling her panties down was
what he did mostly, massaging her pussy while asking Brian if he
wanted to fuck her cunt, or fuck THE cunt, meaning her. 

Any normal mother would whirl and slap. She never whirled and
never slapped. She would eventually pull her panties up, put her
dress back in place, and admonish him not to be crude. He'd do it
two or three more times with the same result before she'd put a
stop to it, but I have seen it go on and on. She told him she'd
let him massage her pussy, and if done right he could do as he
pleased. She wasn't kidding.

Jerry also wrote shit on her inner thighs, messages to Brian that
he'd need to get close to read. If she let Jerry write a message,
she'd let Brian read it. That often required a good beaver. She
would also let me read it and hold her beaver until we were both
through reading. One way or the other, Jerry got his tease in,
and that was asking for it in plain, crude, vulgar, often
misspelled language. Brian had cause, he just had no brains and
no balls - that or he couldn't read any better than Jerry could
write. He had every reason to think she would fight like a
wildcat if he ever followed the suggestion of a message. I
wouldn't want to try it, and Jerry never gave any indication that
he would help. He just wanted to see Brian try.

I'm sure Brian would go for it if he had Jerry's help, and
sucking his dick was his way of enlisting that help. When Mom saw
that, she had to realize what Brian was up to. He kept sucking so
she'd know she was in deep shit. This thing had gotten very sick.
She didn't want Jerry fucking her much less Brian two years
before he could on his own. That moved her nightmare up two
years. When she came to grips with her problem, she knew she'd be
fucking Jerry's virile cock, and she had always known she'd be
fucking Brian some day, like it or not. She had problems, and we
discussed those problems. We just didn't discuss my problem. With
all her problems, I couldn't add one more. She was so happy she
had one son who treated her with respect and like a mother.

She also had a husband who now knew she was still fucking her
favorite son. He had to suspect the relationship though he never
saw much. Jerry made sure he saw enough to suspect worse went on
behind his back. 

The first time Jerry got busted fucking Mom with a virile dick
was bad because Dad walked in on them fucking the day after he
laid down the law. She was wide awake and letting him finish what
he had started in her sleep. Even after Dad came to stand over
them, she still let him finish. We heard about it from her. Jerry
may have exaggerated, but she wouldn't and said he took ten
minutes to cum and had her fucking back, and she wasn't trying to
rush him. She totally ignored Dad and gave Jerry a responsive
fuck. Even after Jerry came in her pussy, she just laid there.
Dad finally pulled Jerry off and sent him out of the bedroom.
There was no fight that Jerry could hear. They were discussing
"the problem" and what to do about "the problem." Professional
help was mentioned many times. 

Jerry didn't get in any trouble for that fuck, but Dad wasn't
speaking to him. He got his ass whipped for apologizing at the
dinner table that night. That was how Brian and I found out he
fucked her and came in her pussy. He apologized for doing that
but said she looks so sexy when she naps, he just had to fuck her
and cum in her cunt since she told him it would be safe to cum in
her cunt. Poor Mom. I thought she'd melt in her chair and slip
right under the table, though she had to know he'd tell us all
about it. Boy, was Dad ever pissed. She just hung her head in her
hands and stared at her plate with the reddest face I ever saw as
Dad dragged Jerry off.

She eventually raised her head and looked right at grinning Brian
to say, "Don't get any ideas. You are not Jerry."

He coldly said, "You're right. I won't fuck a cheating whore."

I started to slug him for that, but she threw a plate of food at
him. She missed, but she was angry enough that I didn't need to
fight. Besides, she was a cheating whore and needed to face up to
that fact if she wouldn't get professional help. In our
discussion, we discussed professional help. She said she didn't
want the problem fixed if there were a way to live with it.
Getting me onboard was one step. I didn't know what the other
steps were, but getting her husband to accept the problem seemed
like one. The sounds coming from the bedroom made that look
unlikely.

Jerry returned and took his seat, fighting back a victorious
grin, waiting for Dad to take his seat. I knew he'd say something
else. He had that look, and Mom begged with her own look not to.
Dad sat. Jerry looked to Mom and said, "Dad said I can't fuck you
no more, so you better not nap where I can see your sexy cunt."

Dad knocked him right out of his chair then left the house. Mom
went to Jerry to see if he had been hurt. When she squatted, he
grabbed her cunt. He was fine. She helped him up, allowing his
hand to stay between her legs. She helped him back into his
chair, then stood between Jerry and Brian, talking to Jerry about
his conduct while allowing him to play with her pussy. He pushed
her dress up, pulled her panties down, and finger fucked her with
three fingers where we could see plainly, and she allowed that to
get back at Brian. She talked as though nothing were being done
to her, though she responded like a slut to the first real
fingering we had ever seen. That blew me away but it tortured
Brian, and that was what that was all about. She showed him how
she could fuck a dick, and told him while talking to Jerry about
the fuck they had. 

That was how we got the details from Mom. Jerry could not have
told it better or made her look more slutty. She kept up until
Jerry brought about an orgasm. She stood right there and fucked
herself on his fingers like she did at the restaurant, only she
was seated and gripping the edges of her seat in the restaurant.
Standing was better. At least we could see everything, and
watching that woman cum on someone's fingers is something tosee.

When that was all over, she engaged him in a passionate French
Kiss with her bare ass right in Brian's face, her feet
shoulder-width apart. If I had been Brian, I would have done
something. It was all right there, pussy and asshole, asking for
it. All Brian did was sniff at the pussy. She was aware and
allowed it to go on for at least a minute before taking a kiss
break to say, "Get your nose out of my cheating whore cunt,
Brian. You won't fuck a cheating whore, you certainly shouldn't
want to sniff one, or are you trying to get a whiff of your
brother's semen. If that's what you want, be my guest. There's
still plenty in there."

With that, she returned to kissing Jerry. Brian returned to
sniffing, only now he had no inhibitions about being obvious. He
got his nose right in it, got his face full in it, and looked
like he got his tongue full in it. He got out of his chair and
knelt behind her, holding to her thighs while gorging himself on
spermy pussy with his nose on her asshole. I couldn't believe she
would let him do that. For one, he was clearly enjoying himself.
She bent down lower to suck Jerry's dick. There I sat getting
nothing, like I wasn't even there.

When we had our discussion, we also discussed the Brian problem.
She told me that the Brian problem had been discussed at great
length with Dad and they were resolved to that situation. He was
staying out of it for reasons she wouldn't go into. She also
asked me to stay out of it. Brian was her problem. She had to
face that problem alone. She would deal with it somehow. She had
a funny way of dealing with it. After that talk, I came away with
the impression that Brian could start getting physical with her,
that she wouldn't fight it all that hard. She said something very
odd which led me to think so. She said, "I can fuck Brian all I
want to. I wish your father felt the same way about Jerry." 

We are that close that she felt she could share that thought. She
then went on to talk about the two sons she would soon be fucking
with the son she had no intention of ever fucking. That
discussion was killer, pure hell, and you would think it never
dawned on her that I might want to fuck her, too, or that hearing
her use that term might torture me. At least she didn't refer to
her vagina as a cunt. She called it a pussy - to excess -
gratuitous use of the pussy. Two sons wanted to fuck her pussy
and her husband was okay with one son fucking her pussy but he
didn't want the other son fucking her pussy. 

At one point, she said, "I can't let Brian fuck my pussy then
tell Jerry that he can't fuck my pussy, too. That wouldn't be
fair to let one son fuck me and not the other. No, if Brian gets
to fuck my pussy, then Jerry will get to fuck my pussy, too,
whether your father likes it or not, and he does want Brian to
fuck my pussy. I am under a great deal of pressure to let Brian
have all the pussy he wants. I can't explain why."

I felt like screaming, "WHAT ABOUT ME!"

I sympathized with her and told her he'd never find out from me,
that when Brian started getting all the pussy he wanted, she
could give Jerry all he wanted. She smiled warmly and took both
my hands in hers. She told me how nice it was having someone she
could talk these things over with. At least there was someone in
the house who didn't see her as a sex object. I felt like saying,
"Where?"

Well, she was giving Brian all the pussy he could eat. I knew he
could stand up and fuck it, but I wasn't about to tell him. She
was telling him without telling him. She was offering him pussy
for the fucking and the dope was eating it. I felt like pushing
him aside and showing him how to accept an offer of pussy, but I
wasn't being made the offer. That pussy was clearly being offered
to Brian in the lewdest, crudest, most direct way a woman can
offer pussy to a dope. That idiot didn't deserve pussy. At least
Mom could now tell Dad that she made the offer.

Jerry knew what was going on but couldn't see. At one point, I
heard him say, "Is he eating your cunt?"

"Yes he is. Do you mind if I let Brian eat my cunt?"

"He can fuck it for all I care. Keep sucking my cock and he can
go find a dog to fuck it."

That had to hurt, but that was the way Jerry was. He gave her
good loving, but treated her like a cunt. She had to be expecting
that or something like that. She said, "You are awfully generous
with my cunt."

"You are a cunt. You are also a bitch. It's about time you
started acting like one."

I cringed at those words, but she went back to sucking him while
offering Brian an even better stance, acting like a frustrated
cunt who couldn't seem to get her message across. I suppose she
didn't want to tell Dad that she made the offer and he turned it
down. She'd rather suffer that humiliation than come right out
and make Brian the offer. I know she didn't want to fuck Brian.
If she did, she would have told me. She told me everything else.
She made it very clear that she hated the idea of letting Brian
put his dick in her pussy. Jerry's dick was another matter. She
dreamed about taking Jerry's dick in her pussy and letting him
cum in her pussy. She told me that she would never tell Jerry he
could not cum in her pussy. 

She told me she needed to get on the pill because she had to feel
Jerry's naked cock in her pussy and wanted to savor the sensation
of his cock spewing sperm deep within her. Then she gets this
dreamy-eyed look and says, "I know you can't understand a mother
feeling that way about her son's cock, but I absolutely adore
your brother's cock. My pussy aches to feel that cock inside,
going off inside. You are going to see a very happy mommy when
that happens, and I'm sure you'll see it. You know Jerry. He
loves to showoff his cunt mother. He'll love sharing his cunt
mother with Brian, too. I need to get this pussy on the pill. I
don't know how much longer I can hold out, but I can't risk
bearing Brian any bastards."

I felt like asking if she would mind bearing Jerry a few, but
knew the answer. That show she put on. That was all for Dad's
benefit or she would have rushed off and douched right away
instead of putting on a show for us. When Brian didn't start
fucking her, she postponed the pill. She was awake the whole
time, soaking in Jerry's sperm when she knew she was ovulating.
She didn't start making Dad happy by fucking Brian until she
missed her period. By that time, he had even tried to fuck her a
few times. He didn't meet with a wildcat, but he didn't get a
fuck either. He got all the pussy he wanted to eat, could fuck
her in the ass. Jerry, on the other hand, got all the pussy he
wanted to fuck. We were more than welcome to watch Jerry fuck
her. Brian could watch, too. She'd come and get us and get naked
for it. Jerry wanted lots of pussy. He got all he wanted. Brian
got all the ass he wanted. She finally got to be the cunt he
wanted her to be.

Dad wasn't aware that this was going on, but he knew they were
still fucking. There was a great deal of tension between them,
and even more between Dad and Jerry, though Jerry was smart not
to make it worse than it was. It was enough that Dad knew, and he
knew by the cum running down her legs. She stopped wearing
panties and began leaving wet spots wherever she sat. She let the
cum run because Jerry wanted her to. Tensions stayed high, but
they eased a bit after Brian started making the messes. His first
messes were all up her ass. Dad was happy about that.

Mom and I continued having talks all through this bizarre period.
We talked right after that fuck where she got knocked up and put
on that stupid charade. The first thing she said was, "You
weren't fooled, were you?"

I said, "No. Do you think Dad was?"

"No...maybe a little. I don't know. He didn't say anything."

"Do you think you're pregnant?"

"I sure hope so. I tried hard enough at the right time. Isn't
that awful, a mother trying to get pregnant by her own son, and
doing it while she's in bed with her husband?"

"Some people would say so. Dad said so."

"You're not one of them are you?"

"No, but I understand."

"Do you really, Jack?"

"Yes, I really do."

She smiled warmly and placed her hand on my cheek, then said, "I
know you do and you have no idea what a comfort that is to me. I
thought about asking you to put the bug in Jerry's ear - tell him
I am ovulating and have a fertile pussy between my legs that he
was welcome to fuck and cum in. I decided to tell him myself. I
knew he'd be thrilled. Would you have done that for me, Jack?
Would you have gone to Jerry and told him that I had a fertile
cunt between my legs, that I wanted him to fuck it, cum in it,
and get it pregnant, and put it to him just that way, in the
terms he likes to hear?"

God was it ever hot. I said, "Yes, if you asked me to."

She smiled big and said, "You are such a dear. I feel so close to
you, Jack, like I can tell you anything."

"You can. Why do you have to let Brian have all the pussy he
wants?"

She sat back and thought, then said, "I'd rather not say. If it
was just me, I would, but that situation involves your father and
promises that I made to him. I know he wouldn't want me to share
that. Can you just accept the fact that I must?"

"If I must, but it is driving me nuts watching you offer him
pussy that he will only play with or eat."

"I'd rather have him eat it than fuck it. He is good at eating
it, and your father was gratified to know that I am feeding him
pussy. He knows he will eventually wise up and fuck it. I just
have to stall him until I'm sure the baby took. I'll know in a
couple weeks. I doubt Jerry will wise him up until we know the
baby took. I would think Jerry wants the baby to be his. With
Jerry, you never know. Brian sure was trying hard to get on his
good side. Did Jerry say anything about the baby?"

"Only that he was out to knock you up."

"Good. He'll be back for more, and I need all the sperm I can get
for the next three or four days. This would have to fall on a
three-day weekend that your father is home for. This won't be
easy, and I don't need Brian sucking sperm out of my stud. Did my
little stud cum in Brian's mouth?"

"No, he's saving that for your pussy."

"Great! Music to my ears. Music to my pussy, too. My pussy is
thirsty for that boy's sperm. Does it look thirsty to you?"

Fuck! She made me a beaver like she makes Brian when he has fine
print to read in the area between cunt hole and asshole. She
hooked her heels at the corners of the seat and practically laid
in her chair. We're talking major beaver. She also opened the
lips to show me the hole. Sure, I had seen it before, lots of
times, but we were alone - no Jerry, no Brian, just a mother who
fucks sons and a son. Did she think I was made of stone or queer?
I stared, as always, and said, "Yes, it does look thirsty."

"It is, I assure you. This pussy sucked on your brother's cock.
This pussy nursed on his cock. I'm serious. Put a finger in and
I'll show you what I did to Jerry's dick."

Oh God. My hand trembled. I placed my index finger at the hole
and slipped it in to the palm and it felt exactly the way I
always thought it would - Meg Ryan. She said, "Are you ready?"

"For what?"

"This...feel that? Does that feel like sucking?"

"Yes, exactly like sucking."

"Did Jerry mention that my pussy sucks his dick?"

"No. All he said was, you have to fuck it to believe it."

She was happy and still sucking on my finger, which made my
finger get hard and start fucking. She stopped sucking and eased
my hand out politely, saying, "At least he noticed." 

At least she kept the beaver and was now stroking it the way she
likes. I could have done that for her. I got the lesson, too. She
was doing it wrong. That wasn't massage. Christ, how could she
sit there like that and masturbate with me staring at her doing
it. Did she also have a thing for torturing a kid. I often
suspected as much, but this blatant tease was so bad, it had to
be deliberate. 

I sat there staring with a hunger I couldn't hide. I think my
tongue was hanging out. She said, "Does it bother you watching me
masturbate while talking about fucking your brothers?"

I looked up to say, "A little."

"Would you rather I didn't?"

"No. I like watching you masturbate a lot?"

"How about when I talk about fucking your brothers. Does that
bother you?"

"Yes, but I still want to hear you talk about it."

"You'll soon be the only one in the family not fucking this
pussy. Two will be getting all they want and fucking it right in
front of you. They'll be taking turns fucking it, but you will
never get a turn. All you can do is watch them having the time of
their life. You'll see this pussy sucking on their cocks the way
it sucked on your finger. They'll be cumming in this warm,
silky-soft, sexy pussy while you are still cumming in dirty
socks. Will that bother you?"

Okay, I'm not stupid. It took a while, but I finally caught on. I
can't say I was pleased to find out that I was right, but in a
way, this ended the anxiety of not knowing and hoping I'd get
some one day. Yeah, that really sucked, but I never seriously
thought I would anyway. I also knew how to make this better for
her. I wanted to. I said, "That will bother me very much."

Yes, she liked hearing that. She said, "I thought so. I would
wonder about you if you said it wouldn't. I might be your mother,
but I am still a girl, and not bad if I do say so myself. I have
it all - nice tits, a nice ass, great legs, and a very sexy
pussy. Enough men have told me that I'm a fantastic fuck that I
have to believe that. My squeeze box pussy has gotten rave
reviews. You remember that night at the restaurant, don't you?"

"Yes, very well."

"I'm sure you do. He had great things to say about my pussy,
didn't he?"

"Yes, your tits, too."

"Tell me, Jack. What did you think of me after that. Be honest."

"Well, I knew you screwed guys for money."

"Say the word."

"I knew you were a whore, at least a part time whore."

She smiled and said, "Yes, you'd have to be blind not to know.
You saw more than anyone. I knew that you knew. I could have
cared less what Brian thought, and I knew Jerry would love a
whore mother. That was why I carried on those negotiations in
front of you kids. I shocked you, didn't I?"

"Yes, but I loved it. We all did."

"I'm sure you did. Too bad you couldn't see what he was doing
between my legs. Jerry looked under the table quite a bit and got
an eyeful, so did Brian, but you never did. I had no panties on
that night, no bra either. I was hoping you'd look."

"I was tempted, but I was next to Dad and could tell that he
didn't appreciate them looking."

"What did you think of me after that?"

I was now totally confused. I had no idea what she wanted to
hear. I was afraid to say the wrong thing because she was in a
mood, not that her mood would get me anything except a great
show. It was great, too. She was fucking herself with one hand
while doing her clit with the other, full-blown masturbation. We
had never seen that. I loved that. Jerry would know exactly what
to say. I decided I had no other choice than to risk honesty. I
said, "I thought you were a very horny woman who loved to fuck
men besides your husband and get good money for it. I knew you
had your limits, but it seemed like you would do anything except
fuck a dog, or at least a bunch of dogs on video."

"What makes you think I haven't. Jerry thinks I suck them and
fuck them. He's sure of it, absolutely positive. Look at the
stuff he draws on me. How many times has he labeled me a bitch?
He calls me a bitch. Have you ever seen me correct him or stop
him? Let's say in the past few months have you ever?"

"Not lately."

"Why do you suppose that is?"

I thought about that, then said, "Because you are a bitch...and
you wanted us to know...and you set that scene up, didn't you?"

"Maybe. Your father thinks I did. He thinks I did that out of
guilt because I allow animals to fuck me while people watch and
take pictures, and I do that for money, and not much money. He
thinks my guilt stems from doing it so cheap, so cheap that I
must be doing it for the cheap thrill of selling my sexual
services so cheap, and to such a degrading purpose. I'll fuck and
suck all the dogs you bring me for a flat fifty bucks and let you
take all the pictures and videos you want. Fifty bucks and I'm
all yours for twenty-four hours. That's cheap, less than minimum
wage. That usually works out to be less than a buck a fuck. Any
self-respecting whore would want a thousand bucks to fuck one
dog."

I wasn't too surprised, and showed none as I said, "I don't think
guilt played any part, but I think you did set it up. I'm sure
you did or you wouldn't have balked at doing dogs, not for ten
grand if you were already doing it for fifty. You couldn't accept
that offer because it wasn't real. Dad would want to see the ten
grand."

Mom stopped masturbating, now more interested in my theory. She
said, "Okay, why did I set that up?"

"Because you hate hiding and you like being treated like a cunt.
I think you wanted to start something that would allow you to do
your thing at home, but Dad jerked you back and made you settle
down. I think you need it, and Jerry figured that out before I
did or he'd be sitting here with blue balls, and I'd be
gloating."

"I'm impressed, but you'd still be sitting here with blue balls,
and he'd be gloating. I only hurt the ones I love. I do love you,
Jack. I love you so very much. Do your balls really hurt?"

"Yes."

She resumed masturbating, saying, "Do you expect me to do
anything about that?"

"Yes, make them hurt more, because you love me so very much."

She smiled warmly. This may sound strange, but now everything
made sense. She loved Dad, too, but she was hurting him. Just
knowing that she did love me made me okay with this. Yes, she was
sick and twisted, but I loved her all the same. I needed her
love. I could live without the pussy. I could not live without
her love. I simply needed to adjust to the way she shows it. My
gut feeling told me that the Brian problem was the result of her
expressing her love for Dad in her special way with a nasty man
until a bastard resulted. I could only imagine what she put him
through. 

Mom said, "Don't you wish your aching balls felt like Jerry's
balls right now? His balls are relieved and busy making more
sperm, which I will gladly milk from his dick with this sexy
pussy. I'll take great care of my baby's balls, Brian's, too,
when it is safe to do so. When the time comes, I will be very
good to Brian's balls. He won't even have to ask. If he looks
like he needs pussy, he'll get pussy. I may ask you to go check
on him, see if he would like to fuck me. If he's not up to it,
maybe Jerry is. You'll go get me a fuck, won't you?"

"Yes, then watch you milk it with that remarkable cunt of yours.
I'll even find you a horny dog if you want one."

That did it. She went nuts like she did on Jerry's fingers, only
now she was seated. This told me that she was being very reserved
in the restaurant. I figured she was. I figured out a lot this
time, but I knew I'd never understand. To understand, I would
have to have lived her life and had her experiences, and know why
she had to give Brian all the pussy he wanted. I think it is a
safe bet to assume that Brian's father got all he wanted.

When Mom came back to Earth, she was spent. Her legs fell limply
and her arms dangled. She slowly regained her composure, then
looked to me and smiled, saying, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"You are something else, Jack. Why don't you hate me?"

"I understand. I could never hate you."

"You are making this very easy for me to hurt you."

"I know. I'm trying to make it easy. I love you, too, Mom, only I
show love by giving you pleasure."

"I see that, and I appreciate that. I wish your father had your
perception and attitude. We'd get along much better if he'd let
me hurt him and not be such a baby about it. I didn't ask to be
this way, and I was this way when we met. I have never changed.
Jerry didn't make me this way. All he did was recognize it and
take advantage of it, and with a lot of help from me. I should
have been getting those whippings all along."

"He's still with you."

"He loves me, but he doesn't understand me half as well as you
do. He's the man I love, so I'm stuck with him. I could be a lot
harder on him than I am. I'm showing him mercy, but when I show
him mercy that takes away from me. I wish I could show him no
mercy, give him nothing, no pussy, not even blow jobs. My
favorite fantasy is to be naked in bed between you and your
father while a long line of guys pull a train on me, with dogs on
the train. Furthermore, you both have your hands bound behind
your backs so that you can't even touch your aching dicks. How's
that for a fantasy?"

"I'm game."

She smiled warmly and said, "Yes, you'd like to be there even if
all you could do was watch. It doesn't bother you in the least
that I'm the biggest mutt slut in the state, does it?"

"No. The sluttier you are, the better I like it."

"You'd love to go along on one of my dog and pony shows. There's
one coming up - a good one - a real zoo with two or three dozen
classy people who treat me like the lowest form of life. I'm sure
they'd get off on having my son witness what they do to me. Would
you be up to that?"

"YES! Who needs balls."

She laughed and said, "I'll see if I can set it up. You must be
dying to get out of here so you can relive yourself, but I know
you'll sit right there until I'm finished with you. I appreciate
that, because I'm not finished with you, yet. Your balls aren't
blue enough. I know I can make them bluer by talking about my
pussy. I love seeing you stare. Here. Let me get back into a
better position for this,...gotta open this pussy up so you see
everything well, gotta see that juicy fuck hole that your
brothers will be enjoying. Yeah, look at that juicy pussy, Jack.
Ummm, that pussy sure looks good, doesn't it? I wish Brian were
here. I'd let him eat it. I'll bet you'd like a lick. Would you
like a lick?"

"Yes."

"Sniff your finger. [I sniffed] Smells good, doesn't it. You like
the smell of my pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, very much."

"Brian loves the smell and the taste. He's a good cunt licker. He
took to it like a bird dog to bitch pussy. I've been real nice to
him since then, too. He can lick my cunt all he wants to. Don't
you think I'm being real nice to Brian by not wearing panties and
giving him free access to my pussy the way Jerry has access to my
tits and pussy?"

"Yes, he's in seventh heaven and can't figure out how he got
there. He shows the slightest interest and you make him a great
beaver. You do make great beavers. They don't get better than the
beaver you are making right now."

"The secret is to pull the lips wide apart so all the goodies
show; beside, I want all the pink parts licked, the fuck hole
especially. Brian will give my fuck hole a good reaming out if I
make him a great beaver. You've seen how he loves licking inside
my fuck hole."

"Yes. That's the juiciest part of your cunt. I have never seen it
as juicy as it is right now. You are drooling cunt honey onto
your asshole. This would be a big treat for him. I wish he were
here right now. I love watching him lick your cunt, especially
when he gets his face full in it and it looks like he is trying
to lick your womb."

"He licks my cervix. He likes to fuck me with his tongue. I
squeeze down on his tongue so he'll know what that would feel
like on his dick. This really is exquisite pussy, Jack. I might
let you put your dick in it just so you'll know exactly what
you're missing. That would be cruel, though, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, but I'm game."

She smiled and said, "Okay, I'll do that, but not now. You'd cum
at the first squeeze. We can't have that, not now. You'd like to
go get him, wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"I'd send you for him, but I don't think you'd come back. I'm not
finished with you, yet. How are those balls? Are they killing
you?"

"You know they are."

"I can't wait to show you a wet fuck."

"I can't wait to see one."

"Too bad you won't for a while. I need you to get your father out
of the house so I can get more sperm from Jerry. Brian can tell
you all about it, but there won't be anything to tell if we don't
get him out. I need three days of getting him out often, at least
long enough to fuck. Can you manage that? It's for a goodcause."

"I'll do my best."

"You're a sweetheart. Okay, I'm finished with you. Relieve
yourself, but right after you pound your pud, get rid of Daddy
for me."

I stood on weak legs and walked bow-legged to the door. She
laughed and said, "What a ham."

I turned to say, "What a cunt...nice pussy, too."

She threw a shoe at me. She missed. Mom throws like a girl.

Once I got to my room, I fell against the door and went, "Fuck,
my mom is a real bitch, and a cheap whore, too." 

I then pounded my pud into a dirty sock and went looking for Dad.
Getting him out was no problem. I was in the market for a cheap
car and he knows cars. No way could I go car shopping without
him. I just told him I was going. He said, "Wait up." 

I thought he might want to talk about the incident, which was
still a fresh incident, being only a few hours after the fact. He
didn't. That didn't happen. By day three of his three-day holiday
from work, Mom was letting the sperm flow and he knew I was
getting him out of the way six to eight times a day. She was also
going about naked quite a bit, even seeing us off naked. She had
a problem. I agreed. What can we do about it? I didn't know. Was
I getting any? No. I'm not sure he believed me. He said she was
sick. I agreed. He said she needed professional help. I said to
forget that. He thought I was getting some. I swore I wasn't.

We talked quite a bit but resolved nothing. When it came time to
get him out of the house, he came so that Jerry could. Good
sport. Mom was thrilled that the running cum didn't set him off,
also thrilled that he knew he was getting lost so that Jerry
could deposit more cum. This was a good first step, getting him
to accept that he has a problem. He accepted that when he married
her, but you don't kick a Meg Ryan out of bed for fucking a few
dogs.

We were out of school for the summer. When he returned to work, I
had my first opportunity to see Mom in action. I had heard all
about it. We were all up, eager for him to leave. No one was more
eager than Mom. She looked hot to trot and wore only a robe that
she didn't bother belting. The sides were hooked outside the
tits. Jerry had shaved her pussy bald and drew his filth all over
it from hip bone to hip bone and all inside her legs. He did her
tits, too. He did the ass, too, but we couldn't see that. He
outdid himself and didn't use the washable marker. He used
laundry marker. She'd live with this artwork for a while.

Mom went about as though she weren't a shithouse wall. Dad didn't
say anything, but he saw it the day before. Her showing it the
way she was, and showing tits and pussy the way she was deserved
comment. He ignored her and us, wolfed down his breakfast, then
got up and picked up his briefcase. Mom saw him to the door. He
did give her a parting peck, but as soon as the door closed
behind him, she shrugged out of the robe and I saw her ass. That
was a bestial billboard that extended down the backs of her legs
almost to the knees.

She turned to face the three of us, raised her arms, and began
doing a sexy, dance which became a bump and grind as she advanced
toward Jerry. He sat between Brian and me on the sofa. She danced
for him and allowed Brian to finger her while she did. Fucking
awesome, and that bald cunt, awesome and a half. That was one
sexy bitch.

She said to Jerry, "Well, how did you like the way I acted this
morning? He knows he is married to a whore."

"If he can read, he knows he married a bitch whore."

"He can read. He read me last night, head to toe, then flipped me
over. He can read, and my pussy was all cummy with my inner
thighs all cummy and sticky, and that wasn't the first time he
saw the cum."

"What did he say?"

"The usual, that I was sick and needed professional help. As
usual, I agreed but said I wouldn't get any. I also told him he
wouldn't get any - any pussy. He wanted some. He wanted some this
morning, too. Tough tittie. He knows who this fertile pussy is
reserved for, and he knows I'm getting all the sperm I can for
it, and leaving it in, letting it run, letting it show. There is
no need to be subtle anymore. If he doesn't like watching a son
fuck his wife, he can leave the bed."

No wonder he was so down. Jerry liked hearing that. Brian had
three fingers going good while saying, "That'll teach him to
marry a whore."

A week ago, that would have got his face slapped, but a lot
changed in that week. This time, Mom moved to get centered on
him, offered him a half-squat beaver, and said, "Just for that,
I'll make it easier for you."

He worked that vulgar offering over and said, "Great! You sure
are a horny whore. Wanna fuck?"

"Yes...Jerry. I always want to fuck Jerry."

"How come we don't get to fuck you. We have bigger dicks than he
does."

"Yes, but your sperm is different, and Jack isn't a mother
fucker. He's a good boy. Jack won't touch a whore."

"Sure he will. Hey, Jack, do you want a turn?"

"No thanks."

Jerry looked to me like I was nuts, too. They didn't understand
it, but they quickly accepted it with a shrug that suggested,
"More for us. What a dope."

She got her rocks off on Brian's fingers, then got down on the
floor so Jerry could fuck her. I knelt at one hip, Brian at the
other. There, with her three sons, she got fucked by one. I was
expecting the ultimate thrill, but in all honesty, after five
minutes of watching Jerry's ass go up and down, I was ready to do
something else, like mowing the lawn. Even the cum scene was no
big deal. He squirted cum into her cunt. If she milked his dick,
I couldn't tell. I stayed and feigned great interest, even
longing to give her a thrill. My being there made it great for
her.

Things did get interesting when she rolled them so that she was
on top. He still had his dick in her, and they were making out.
Her ass was up and begging for attention. She got a finger from
Brian. If that bothered her, we couldn't tell. I leaned in and
whispered to Brian that he should use his dick. He looked unsure.
I kept urging. He wanted it bad. Want overcame fear and he soon
had a seven-inch boner at her butt, poking her in the butt hole,
knocking to come in. 

He gave her ample opportunity to tell him not to enter, but I had
to push him to push in or he would have been knocking all morning
while standing on a welcome mat. Gradually, inch by inch, Brian
got buried in her shit, then bravely began packing her poop chute
for her. Now, that was worth staying for, and the motion gave
Jerry another erection. Mom was soon fucking that while getting
butt fucked by Brian. 

I saw several fucks that day, mostly double fucks, and many acts
of vulgarity. She gave her asshole to Brian. He could fuck it
whenever he felt like it, even in front of Dad. He was like a kid
with a new toy. He had an asshole. Oh boy, my very own asshole.
She was as vulgar and childlike as either of those delinquents. 

Before the day was up, I knew it was wrong for Dad to back off
and let her have her way. They were talking about selling pussy
and asshole, and she was fine with that. They wanted to round up
some mutts, and she was fine with that. They wanted to round up
their buddies, the more the merrier. Dad reined her in once. He
could do it again. He had better or she would turn our house into
a zoo, that or a whorehouse.

As soon as Dad arrived home, we went car shopping, only we never
stopped driving. Once I got started, I couldn't stop. I told him
everything, and told him about every talk I had with Mom. I told
him what I thought. He said, "Seems like we are in the same
boat."

"We are, but this boat will sink."

"I know. If she won't get professional..."

"Dad, forget that. We have to be the professionals. As long as
you think only a professional can help her, we're sunk. Odds are,
there is no professional who can help her. You'll just go through
one professional after another on the way to the poor house. If
we don't get this boat plugged, we're going down."

"Okay, what do you suggest?"

"Dad, she got like this before. You did something to slow her
down. After that restaurant charade, you slowed her way down. I
think you let her do her doggie thing twice a year."

"Did she tell you that?"

"No, I figured that. Seems that way. I think Brian was the result
of her going off the deep end. No, she wouldn't tell me, but I'm
guessing you had to sleep with her and her lover while not
getting any."

"Good guess. Actually, there were a number of them. I can jerk
her back, but this is different. I can't get rid of those boys."

"No, but stop the doggie shows and all outside whoring. Limit her
to the boys. She has to have something. They are perfect for each
other, and they're safe. Let her be a cunt, but only at home.
Give her free rein - at home."

"I can't live like that. She'll be fucking those boys in my bed.
You can bet your sweet ass I won't get any. I couldn't take
that."

"Yes you can. What's the big deal. Let them have their kicks. Act
hurt and left out. Play the part."

"Well..."

"I know you can do it. Jerry has been fucking her for years. Big
fucking deal."

"I have to have pussy, Jack."

"Me too, and we should take it when things get too rough. I'm
guessing she won't be too surprised, and I'm guessing that
happens a lot. I'm guessing you get cut off a great deal."

"Months, Jack, months."

"Who ends the pussy fast?"

"I do."

"You don't take no for an answer, do you?"

"It's rape, plain and simple."

"And you think she hates that."

"You think she doesn't?"

"I'm guessing. I'm willing to give it a shot. Would you mind?"

"Go ahead. Everybody else is. One more won't matter, but be
prepared for one hell of a fight, every damn time."

"I'm not talking as a regular thing. We need to suffer without
for her, but I know her, and she won't hold it against us if we
lose control and rape her. I'm thinking that will thrill her.
What is she like after a good rape?"

"Worn out. It's a fight and a fuck."

"You know what I mean. Is she pissed or loving?"

"Very loving."

"Bingo. She loves it."

"You're sure."

"I'm positive. She wants to be desired by the ones she loves to
the point of extreme measures. I'll bet she did this to every
male member of her family, and I'll bet you anything that they
all took extreme measures, even Grandpa. She grew up with lots of
dogs. Where do you think her dog thing came from?"

"Extreme measures?"

"I think she experienced countless extremes by loved ones, and
loved it, or grew to love it. She has to have it. I know that."

"So, you're saying I lay down the law to her and cut her off from
all outside activities."

"Exactly."

"She'll cheat."

"Let her cheat, just don't let her make dates. Marriage would be
no fun for her if she couldn't cheat."

"It's only fun if she gets caught."

"Then catch her and give her hell. Dad, you have power over her,
you just choose not to exercise it for fear of losing her. The
truth is, you couldn't drive her away with a cattle prod. You're
the man she loves."

"She sure has a funny way of showing it."

"Exactly, and the sooner you wise up, the better. Remember what
she said: She only hurts the ones she loves. If she ain't hurting
you - worry."

"You know, Jack, I have known that for ages. It doesn't seem to
sink in. I think it will, now. I think it did....Say, how would
you like to double team the bitch?"

I smiled and said, "I'm game. Heads or tails."

"Front or back. She bites."

"Good safety tip. I'll take front."

"Back is better in a rape. She won't use her squeeze box on a
rapist. She can be as loose as she can be tight. She can fuck a
horse, Jack."

"I still want the front, even if I have to reach in andjackoff."

We went straight home and raped her. She was so surprised, but
powerless against the two of us. He was right, she didn't
squeeze, but she still wasn't bad, and Dad's cock in her ass made
her snug in the cunt. After we got our nuts, we stayed. We were
all on our sides with Mom and me facing. She caught my eye and
brushed hair from my eyes. She wore that warm, loving smile, the
Meg Ryan smile as she said, "My poor baby...did I drive you to
this?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, but I couldn't take anymore."

She kissed me and held me tight. She said to Dad, "Honey, I
forgive you."

Dad said, "I'm sorry, Sweetstuff, but I had to."

"I know. I've been awful to you two guys. I deserved this, but
don't ever try this again."

She started squeezing me. That got me hard. I fucked her again,
only this time, she helped. Dad got hard again and that made it
better - for her, too. We banged the shit out of her and she came
like a monkey. Okay, I don't know how a monkey cums, but I'm
thinking spastic, going ape.

After this touching scene, Dad laid down the law. He took
everything away, but gave her the boys, anything goes. She said
she could live with that, but she cut us off. We could live with
that. What we ended up with was a functional dysfunctional
family. We were happy. Fuck everybody else.

                       The End

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