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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Sly Bitches
Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2001 14:10:02 -0400
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                               Sly Bitches
                             By: Phil Phantom
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I knew that my wife of fifteen years was having a hot and heavy
affair with our hunky neighbor of three years, but I didn't know
that the entire neighborhood of twelve years knew. I had no idea
that Linda had gotten off the pill and that she and John were
trying to make a baby just for shits and giggles, that everyone
knew, and thought that was pretty neat, so kinky, such a naughty
thing for a wife to do to a hard-working hubby. I had no idea
that John and Linda put on lewd sexual performances in peoples'
homes in front of entire families with invited friends and
neighbors, that watching two very handsome lovers make a bastard
was such great sport. I only knew that something wasn't right,
that everyone seemed to know and got a kick out of keeping me
ignorant. I had good reason to suspect what it was but better
reason to think, "No, that can't be - not my Linda."

I should have known better. Linda got bored easily and fucking
was one thing she loved to do to fight boredom. The woman is a
sexual dynamo with an insatiable appetite for all types of sex.
To her, sex was a form of recreation. Making love was something
entirely different. She is easily the sexiest piece of ass on Elm
Street and Elm Street is five miles long with a small college, a
nursing school, three large apartment complexes, and a tittie bar
on the east end - hundreds of homes on the west.

Linda practically lived in a string bikini from mid-spring to
mid-fall. A small thin woman, she has tits that belong on a tall
thick woman - a stripper. They look like silicone-enhanced boobs
but they are all natural, grade-A hooters. She has a rather
slender waist, a drum-tight tummy, a tight butt, dancer's legs,
but most striking on Linda is her prominent vagina, like that of
a female body builder though Linda is not a muscular woman. She
is fit and trim with hooters.

Linda has a bulge in the crotch that a string bikini made a nice
pouch for. She keeps her pussy shaved so the slit will show. She
removed the liner from the suit so the slit and all within would
show even better, leaving no doubt that the wearer was, indeed,
female - showing anyone who was interested when that female was
sexually aroused. Her blue suit shows wetness very well and she
wears her pussy pouch low like a slut gunslinger with the top
edge barely cresting the crack. She debated buying a tiny thong
bikini but she said it covered too much.

In her trademark bikini, Linda cut quite a stunning figure
especially from the rear as one had to look closely to see if she
wore anything at all. She removed the butt patch leaving only
string which nestled in her butt crack. Three small triangles of
fabric was all that kept her from being arrested, and one of
those three you had to dip your head and peer between her legs to
see that it, too, was an itty bitty powder blue triangle. What
was illegal to show in public was under cover, but just barely.
Sometimes, she'd throw on one of my shirts to cross the street.
More often than not, she didn't even bother putting on flip
flops. Barefoot in her itty bitty bikini, Linda cut a stunning
figure of a housewife on the prowl, what I called trolling for
dick.

Linda had never been a faithful wife as any male in the
neighborhood could attest. The neighborhood was a big one, too,
consisting of three blocks of Elm Street, many houses on the
south side of Fig Street, and even more on the north side of
Dogwood Street - those houses that abutted backyards with Elm
Street homes. In all, the "hood" consisted of thirty-two
residences - over one-hundred and fifty people. These people were
"cool." These were the ponds she did her trolling in but she was
such a cute and horny troller and absolutely no threat to
anyone's marriage. Other wives, once they got to know her, didn't
get upset by Linda trolling in their pond. Most admired her guts
if not her sexy body. If hubby got lucky with Linda, that was
okay, a treat, a gift, nothing to get upset about.

Linda is also bisexual, friendly with the ladies, and prefers to
do her cheating with a couple. She didn't so much troll for dick
as she did threesome action. There was nothing like having
something juicy to suck on while getting fucked. If the dick
wasn't in the pond, Linda was happy to land a pussy. She'd even
help fold laundry or dry dishes to free-up some free time. With
free time freed, she'd shave a pussy, make it wet, then suck it
dry. Linda left little for a housewife to object to.

She livened up many marriages including the one that bore me. She
livened up that stale marriage months before the wedding and
stood at the alter taking her vows with my father's semen running
down her legs. I never expected her to wear panties, but she
could have at least wiped or chosen a floor-length wedding dress.
She stood like a proud whore in a dress befitting a whore and
lied her ass off while dripping fuck on the preacher's carpet.
The packed church actually broke out in fits of laughter when she
said, "I'll try," instead of "I do."

I knew that Linda put smiles on a lot of faces. That was no
secret and no big deal. I wasn't happy about it, but I couldn't
keep her home and satisfied. Even while we were dating and going
steady, she steadily put out. I came to see everyone as helpers.
Hillary Clinton said that it took a village to raise a child.
Well, it took a neighborhood or a football team to satisfy Linda.
She could kill a man who didn't have helpers.

I married a slut, knew she was a slut, and knew she'd never
change. I know many consider me a pussy whipped wimp, but I am
not pussy whipped, nor am I a wimp. You'd never catch me on my
knees wearing panties while sucking cock with my wife
masturbating, telling me I better swallow every drop. I'm just a
regular white collar guy who happens to love a slut.

Many men have placed an arm on my shoulder and said, "You're a
better man than I, Jerry. I would have blown my brains out years
ago or be sitting on death row with a limp dick."

I think many see me the way cowboys see an amazing bronk buster
who happened to walk like a sissy, that's all. There aren't many
men who could stay with Linda. She'll give a man a rough ride,
but that never bothered me. She doesn't cheat. She brags. She
won't fuck behind my back unless I roll away from them. I don't
do that. I'm a good sport. I know how much she loves to cheat in
front of my back. Her fucking around didn't bother me and much of
that was done in our marital bed with me in it. Her attitude
being, if I didn't like it, go sleep on the couch. A lesser man
would. A bronk buster's attitude being, if you don't like fucking
in a crowded bed, go fuck on the couch.

This thing with John was different. She finally found the perfect
sex partner. This thing she had with John was a true affair - not
a love affair, a sexual affair, but they made love, sort of a
loving sexual affair. I had seen her do a lot of fucking but
making love was something only we did. After John entered the
picture, we rarely did; they often did. I suppose they were a
little in-love. At least, they liked making out a lot, you know,
passionately. That was tough to watch at first - hearing all that
love talk, seeing them act like lovers or husband and wife,
feeling like a third rider on a bicycle built for two, especially
when we all shared one bed which had been the case coming up on a
one year anniversary.

Yes, it was tough at first, but I came to be happy for Linda. She
found a man with a sexual appetite as strong as her own and he
had the perfect cock - long, strong, and packing a punch behind a
pile-driving ass. Like a couple who each found the perfect dance
partner, John and Linda practiced their dance steps at every
opportunity. They made a great couple and were fun to watch
practice or perform. I could watch those two make love for
hours...and had...many times...damn near every night for almost a
year. They were both hams, too. They loved fucking before an
audience. Fucking for keeps to make a bastard to keep, that only
added a level of decadence that the neighborhood was all too
ready for.

That was the thing that I didn't know, that everybody thought was
so neat, that my three girls could barely contain. They wanted a
baby brother and a bastard baby brother with a big dick was super
neat. Their mom was so cool. Helping her was so cool, and fun.
They went out of their way to inspire erections in John, and
Linda supported them in that effort, encouraged them, and offered
tips. She had those girls prancing around naked, playing with
each other, licking each other, playing with and licking her.
That was what John liked to see - naked bisexual nymphs at play.
I can't fault him there, but shit, those were my naked nymphs and
my wife they were playing with, though they called him, Daddy,
and called me by my first name, Jerry, and treated me like a big
brother and him like their daddy.

That was another tip of hers - made his dick hard. A lesser man
would have got a gun and done something stupid. I allowed him to
play husband and saw no reason why he couldn't play daddy, too,
if that turned him on, though I think that turned Linda on more.
The girls just thought it was fun. What bothered me was seeing
him treat my wife and daughters like his private harem. What
bothered me even more was seeing how much they enjoyed playing
harem.

Acts of lesbian incest made him stiff as a board, and when John
got stiff, Linda got laid. Three little nymphs licking them while
they fucked was sure to bring on a copious load of bastard juice.
Had I known their involvement had gotten that intimate, I would
have been shocked speechless, but I didn't know, and didn't know
the worst part. The girls were part of a sex act that went door
to door. Everyone had caught the act and my own parents, Mom and
Dad, the girls' grandparents, had caught the act more than
anyone, missing very few. In fact, it was my father's bright idea
that John and Linda make a bastard and my mother's idea to get
the girls involved in the act against Linda's better judgement.
Linda rarely showed any judgement where sex was concerned. That
was the shocker of shockers - that she had any.

Actually, I would not have been surprised at my mother's
misconduct. She adored John, and Linda could do no wrong in her
book. She, too, was part of the harem, a very big part. She fell
harder for Linda than my father had, and he fell hard, so hard
they moved in across the street shortly after we bought a house
on Elm. I caught them in bed with her so much that the sight soon
had no effect on me, although seeing my mother sucking on Linda's
pulpy cunt still did, still does. Mom loves what John does to
Linda's pussy. I can't tell you how many times I have seen her
eager for John to pull out so that she could chow down, or the
many times she couldn't wait. Watching my mother lick the
genitals of a fucking couple was the most vulgar sight I ever
witnessed, every damn time. John loved having her do that. I
should have known he'd have the girls doing that, too.

My super straight mom went ape over pussy once she tried some,
and there was no pussy like the juicy pussy between Linda's legs.
Linda at thirty-three is a drop-dead gorgeous babe, but Linda as
a high school senior was a living doll who attracted both sexes.
Everyone wanted to fuck Linda. By the time she graduated, I think
everyone had. Mom made no bones about being bisexual after Linda
proved beyond any shadow of doubt that she was very bisexual.
Linda would not let up, and Mom could not resist. She tried like
hell but always ended up with her lovely face between Linda's
legs, sucking cunt like a starving dyke. Before the wedding took
place, Mom was a whipped woman who would kneel and suck a slut
right in front of her son, her husband, her three younger
children, and anyone else who happened to be present.

For Linda, my dear, sweet, apple-pie-baking mom was a cunt sucker
- an unabashed, shameless, uninhibited cunt sucker. The girls
grew up seeing Grandma do her thing and never knew her as I had -
a woman who would never cheat or use profanity. She always
dressed modestly, the perfect mom - church, PTA, Scouting, the
works. Sex did not seem to factor into her life at all - until
she met Linda and got her sexy legs licked all the way up to the
soggy crotch of her panties. I had to catch her because her legs
gave out. I ended up holding my mom up while Linda ate the fuck
out of her. I never meant to assist in that assault, but I
couldn't drop her.

Unlike Linda who is lean, fit, and trim, Mom is a dainty lady,
soft and supple - not fat, supple. Linda is a sexy babe, but Mom
is a beautiful lady, still is. Mom is slightly taller and maybe
ten pounds heavier than Linda. Linda stands 5' 4" and weighs 112.
I suppose Mom is 5' 6" and weighs between 120 and 130. They both
have big tits but Linda's are hooters. Mom has swaying udders,
very lovely swaying udders, not granny jugs, I mean large supple
breasts. Linda doesn't have much ass, but Mom has a lovely ass, a
supple ass, an ass you sink in. Linda's skin is tight whereas Mom
has the softest, silkiest skin on the planet. Linda likes an
all-over deep, rich, tan. Mom likes to stay white. Neither has a
discernable tan line. Those two represented the finest in female
qualities but were opposites in almost every category. In fact,
Mom is a dark brunette with dark-brown eyes; Linda is a platinum
blonde with bright blues. The blonde assaulted the brunette.

Hell, I didn't know there would be an assault. All I did was
introduce them, then catch Mom when she started to fall. I sure
felt perverted holding my mom up by the tits with my hard cock
pressed to her supple ass while she had one orgasm after another.
We were both looking down on the awesome sight of Linda's pretty
face between my mother's sexy legs, those big, blue, smiling eyes
peering up at us over the bushy mound. Mom and I were cheek to
cheek with me pulling her boobs apart so we could both see the
face at work making love to a cunt, and that was no vagina and no
pussy. That was a cunt Linda devoured. I don't think Mom knew she
had a cunt until Linda showed her. Linda wasted her while I
dry-humped her ass and came in my pants.

There was no doubt in my mom's mind that WE assaulted her, that
WE planned the assault, and WE rehearsed our roles. It sure
looked like WE did, and I'd play hell convincing Mom that I
wasn't standing ready to catch her. Honest, it was just a lucky
catch. I'm sure things would have gone completely different had
she busted her ass. My catching her and holding her close made
everything else possible. After humping her ass and holding her
tits the way I did, I would have looked foolish protesting my
innocence.

To my pleasant surprise, I didn't get in any trouble. She never
complained, so we assaulted her again the next day. That went
even better. We assaulted her quite a bit after that. After that
first time, I was an assistant, an eager assistant. I stripped
her naked and held her legs apart for Linda. I straddled Mom's
chest in reverse and held her cunt lips open for Linda. I still
didn't get in any trouble, not even when I pinned Mom's arms so
that Linda could give her a pussy facial - facial, hell, she face
fucked the bitch. We assaulted the fuck out of her whenever we
felt like it, and you would think we were doing her a favor. She
got her cookies and would then bake us some. After we ate our
cookies, we'd rape her again. If we did real good, she might bake
a pie.

Day by day, rape by rape, Linda trained my mother in the fine art
of cunt sucking. It didn't take a week before I held Linda's cunt
open for Mom to suck on. I got to see everything two chicks can
do to each other. Linda also brought other chicks in on her hen
parties. I got to watch those, too. Many of the finest chicks at
school stripped naked in front of me and made love with my
mother. I saw a number of adults, too. I never got to join in,
but I was welcome to jack off. Thank god for that.

Now, Mom is the biggest cunt sucker in the neighborhood, better
at it than Linda, in greater demand than Linda. Anything with
pussy between its legs knew that, including the grand daughters
who were now 14, 12, and 10 - Vivian, Marsha, and Ida. The girls
aren't bisexual. I suppose when you grow up in a home where pussy
out-numbers dick four to one, the pussy holds little appeal. From
their earliest days, they have all been dick nuts, but they do
love having their pussies sucked on, and their mom doesn't mind
who sucks them. My mom has been sucking my daughters since they
were in diapers. A day doesn't go by that she doesn't suck all
three and the mommy two or three times. She also has a
neighborhood pussy route she patrols daily, with little cookie
monsters who pop in constantly. There's no telling how much pussy
that woman eats in a day. The woman loves pussy. What can I say.
I do too.

Linda likes pussy and would indulge herself with young pussy, but
left her own alone and generally left the very young alone. Teen
pussy was okay with their parent's okay. She showed judgement and
responsibility in that regard, but Mom showed none. She could
easily be called a child molester though the children she
molested came to her with no panties on, hoping she'd invite them
in and check. She always checked and if the little cookie monster
had no panties on she'd get a good licking. Her pushing Linda to
get the girls involved would have come as no surprise to me. That
Linda would give in would have come as a bit of a surprise. That
she would then take them along on performances would be a big
surprise, but that she would strip them naked and fuck in a
position that allowed easy access to the fucking genitals seemed
impossible. Linda wasn't that big a slut or that decadent a mom -
I didn't think.

That was the effect a woman like Linda had on a sleepy
residential neighborhood like West Elm Street. The impact was
gradual, taking years to set with a number of bumps in the road
along the way, but after twelve years and one with the Linda and
John dance team doing performances in packed living rooms, Elm
Street was about as decadent a place as any on Earth. Affairs
were going on all up and down Elm Street. Incest went on all up
and down Elm Street. Few virgins lived on Elm Street. My mom
wasn't the only child molester handing out cookies. Dad handed
out quite a few, too.

Men were not only swapping wives, they swapped daughters. Girls
were going on sleep-overs to homes that had no girls to
sleep-over with. Girl friends were passing each other in the
street on the way to sleep-overs at each other's houses. Girls
baby-sat for families with no kids, and boys of all ages were
discovering that the bold approach worked on any female of any
age, but some didn't like to mess around when their pussies were
bleeding. The boys got to know which ones minded and which ones
didn't. If they reached between a woman's legs and felt a rag,
they knew whether to move on to the next or pull the bloody
sombitch out. Men and boys generally got all the pussy they
wanted and all pussy was generally up for grabs, though some
didn't like being grabbed. Some, you had to pet first. Some, you
had to lick, but they were all pretty easy at the right time.

Linda and her three girls hardly ever said no. They liked the
grabbers and rag pullers. Linda liked watching kids fuck, and
from an early age encouraged all of our girls to put out, that
pussy was for fucking and a stiff dick should never go to waste.
She encouraged them to fuck any male they thought they could
handle and showed them how to ready their pussies to handle most
any male. She taught them how to fuck and how to seduce
hard-to-get adults. She praised them when they nailed one and
critiqued them when they failed. The girls rarely slept at home
or alone in their own bed. I lived in a house full of sluts which
was run by a slut, but never got used to seeing a naked man with
a wet dick emerge from a daughter's bedroom or my nude mom
sucking on my nude wife. A man never gets used to those things.

I lived in a crazy world, but had for many years. Elm Street was
all fucked up, but my lovely, horny, sexy, slut wife fucked it
up. After years of intense effort, she had the world setup to run
her way, but no one complained. Everyone was getting all the sex
they could ever want, and that tends to temper morality and
stifle complaints. The authorities weren't likely to get involved
and few outsiders knew how fucked up things were on Elm Street. I
had no idea how fucked up they were but my first clue was seeing
so much of my daughters hanging close to home with Grandma almost
always there - all nude, all the time.

They all knew something and weren't telling. This something had
to be dirty, something nasty, something I wouldn't like. If there
was a prude on Elm street, I was that prude. I was the most
difficult adult to seduce and never went looking for pussy. A
daughter could only hop on Pop if Mom pinned him. The last thing
I needed was to look for pussy when so many hunted my dick. I
wouldn't pull a rag or lick a pussy some other guy had his dick
in recently, so I never licked my wife's pussy. I wouldn't lick
my daughters either - not on a dare, and Linda couldn't pin me
for a facial. If the sluts weren't gooey between the legs, they
went and got gooey. I was always handy and just the threat of
telling their mom was enough to make me lie down and surrender
the juice. They loved being gooey with semen-streaked legs. The
little fuckers left pecker tracks all over the house. A barefoot
guy had to watch where he stepped. Fuck was slippery. When you
slipped on fuck you went, "FUCK!" Hence the term.

Now, my mom, that was another matter. As yet, I hadn't licked her
pussy but was sorely tempted. She rarely had a messy pussy, and
as pussies go, hers was a close second to Linda's - always neat,
shaved of all hair, and looking edible as hell. Mom has the clam
type - not much between the lips but with puffy labia lips - clam
pussy. Mom has a pussy like young girls have only on a larger
scale. I love clam pussy in my size. I wouldn't mind fucking it,
either. Had I not had a hangup about incest, I would have years
ago. One thing Elm Street didn't need was one more mother fucker.
The place was crawling with them - mother fuckers and smiling
mothers. Unreal. In my book, the only thing sicker than a mother
fucker was the mother who smiled at one.

For the third day in a row, I came home to three naked daughters,
a naked mother, and a wife in a bikini looking like she had done
something very naughty or was about to. She would not have that
naughty look if she were fucking some guy on our marital bed. She
wouldn't look naughty if John stood behind her with his long cock
up her ass. She never looked naughty after sucking John off at
the dinner table, and he took almost every evening meal with our
family because his wife refused to cook after she discovered
extra-marital fucking and she could eat out every night. Eve was
an Elm wife who took her cheating to town. Most didn't. Then
again, most had families they had to feed and care for.

No, Linda did something naughty and I couldn't imagine what that
could be. I wasn't sure what she considered naughty if sticking
kids on my dick wasn't naughty. If fucking my mother's face
wasn't naughty, what the fuck was naughty. I was afraid to ask,
afraid she might tell me, afraid I couldn't handle it. I was
about at my limit. This thing she had going with John was a bit
much, especially the dinners. John could at least chip in for the
groceries. The fucker ate like a horse. Then again, he was hung
like one and freely fed my wife. That might not have been so
distracting had his dick been shorter and not crested the
tabletop. Linda did all of her sperm slurping in plain view. The
slut ate like a pig. Picture a pig dining on a horse at your
family dinner table. At least, I didn't have to pay John for her
meals. That would have been a bit much.

Something nasty was up. Mom came over, placed an arm around my
waist, kissed me, and pressed a supple boob into my side. She was
one of those mothers who wanted to smile. She had nothing against
incest and did all she could to help me with my hangup. Toward
that end, she was very affectionate. She knew I liked seeing her
naked, liked having her naked body against mine, and liked kisses
on the mouth. She knew I was warming to the idea. Placing my arm
around her with my hand resting on her soft ass was another sign.
For that, I got another kiss, got hugged tighter, and felt up as
her hand drifted over my hardening cock during the second kiss, a
much longer kiss. I thought for sure, this time, she'd take my
dick out.

I never stopped Mom from feeling my cock, but I had stopped her
from freeing my cock. For once, I didn't feel like stopping her,
but wouldn't you know, she didn't try. When the kiss ended, she
kept up the crotch massage on a cock now rampant and wanting to
be free. I was ready to be pinned and gang raped. The girls
looked like they all needed a Pop ride. Linda sauntered over to
give me her welcome-home-Junior kiss. I could tell by that kiss
no rides were in the offing, though she did free my dick and
turned it back over to Mom saying to me, "If you're horny, fuck
your mommy. She needs it. She has been driving me up a fucking
wall. She's in heat and I'm about to go find her a mate, one with
a tail. I'll breed this bitch on the front lawn if you don't put
her out of her misery. See if I don't, and see if she doesn't go
along wagging her tail the whole time."

Mom had dropped to her hands and knees and was now sucking my
dick like a bitch in heat. Okay, maybe real bitches in heat don't
suck dick but if they had lips, they might. At any rate, my mom
was wagging her tail while sucking on my dick. I saw a bitch in
heat deep-throating my wanger. I gotta tell ya, that looked damn
good - felt pretty damn good, too.

It occurred to me that this might be the naughty thing and I had
a choice of naughty things - watch my mom mate with a dog in
public, or fuck my mom in front of my family. Both were pretty
naughty. Those were tough choices, I mean what son wouldn't love
to see his mom get fucked by a dog on his front lawn. Okay, maybe
I'm not as big a prude as I stated earlier. Maybe there aren't
many sons like that. There was one on Elm Street, but there was
also a mother fucker wannabe getting his cock sucked.

Mom dropped my pants and my panties. Yes, I wear sexy panties.
What of it! Mom liked them. My daughters think I look cute in
them. Linda thinks I look sexy in panties; besides, John insists
I wear them to remind me of my place when I'm not sucking his
cock. Yeah, I suck cock. So what. I don't suck cock like a queer
would, and I don't suck it like my wife does. I just suck...and
pump some...and massage his balls a little. I only do it to show
them that I know my place. I don't go out of my way to prove it,
but if he shoves his hard cock in my face, I'll get down on my
knees and suck on it. I'm not proud. Hell, the man is the best
helper I have. I need to do all I can to keep him around and
happy. If you think that makes me a pussy whipped wimp, fine,
think what you want. I know I'm one hell of a bronk buster - and
cock sucker - a cock-sucking bronk buster - happy now? 

Mom blindly removed my shoes and socks. I stepped free of my
slacks and panties while Linda removed my coat, tie, shirt, and
under-shirt. Now naked with a hardon, looking down on my naked
mommy getting on her back and spreading her legs wide with
out-stretched arms, pleading, "Son, please don't let Linda turn
me into a bitch. You know she can do it. I will bring great shame
on me, you, your father, and all womankind. Please, don't let
that happen again. [framing her wide open cunt] This is what you
want. You must want this. Fuck me, precious. Fuck Mommy good.
Don't throw me to the dogs. Come on, precious, lie over me and be
a good boy...that's it...good...ummm, yes. Oh my...ummmm...oh
precious...OH PRECIOUS!"

If you haven't guessed, I put my dick in my mommy's pussy. God
damn, that was good pussy! That pussy was slicker than FUCK on a
tile floor...and warm...and snug. I had daughters that weren't
that snug. Shit, slap my fanny and call me a mother fucker. I had
her smiling, too. She liked it more than I did. My dick was
nothing special but to her it was. I felt like John.

I made love to my mom on our living room floor, I'm talking
passionate love making like John and Linda do. We were flat
fucking our brains out and making out while we were doing it. I
was determined to make this fuck last and last but caught sight
of Vivian and Ida preparing to sixty-nine right at our
heads...and then they were doing it, not faking it, actually
licking each other's pussies. FUCK!

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marsha drop her mom's vaginal
pouch and begin eating pussy like her grandma does. FUCK! Soon,
Linda is face fucking Marsha. HOLY SHIT! That's when I blew my
cookies and pissed Mom off. She had been clawing my back, but as
I pumped her full of cum, she slapped my ass and called me an
inconsiderate little prick.

I felt awful. She did too when she saw what tripped my trigger.
Looking all around us, she then looked to grinning Linda and
said, "Damn you, Linda. I waited twenty years for this. Did you
have to pull this stunt when you knew how much this meant tome."

The girls stopped laughing and were all on their feet. Linda drew
her triangle up and said while retying, "I'm sorry, Agnes. It
wasn't our intent to make him pop. We wanted to inspire him for
you."

Mom said, "You inspired him. I swear I have a quart of cum in my
womb."

Linda said, "I'm lucky to get a teaspoon out of him."

Mom said, "You owe me a good cum. Get down here and eat this.
Jerry, get off me."

I eased up, got off, and stood aside. I wasn't sure what Linda
would do. Going down on a fucked beaver was no biggie, but this
was a role reversal, a power play. She might very well flip Mom
the finger and tell her to eat herself. As it turned out, Linda
took pity on her and felt responsible. Her plan backfired, so she
went down and put that blissful smile back on Mom's face. That
was nice. I see a great deal of Mom going down on Linda, but not
much of Linda going down on Mom. That was nice, reminded me of
the good old days. I got down and straddled Mom's chest then
opened up the lips for Linda. This placed my bare ass in Mom's
face which was not like the good old days, but I suppose Mom
looked the other way.

Linda smiled up and came off the cunt to say, "Like old times,
huh?"

"Yes, I miss them."

She gave a few deep licks then said, "Why did we ever stop?"

"Beats me. I always followed your lead."

After a few more licks, she came off to say, "We had total
control over her then just let her go. That was dumb."

"Sure was. Right when I was about to get me some pussy, too."

"I wish I had known that."

From the area of my ass, we heard, "I wish I'd known that.
Christ, don't you fools know when you own a cunt. You could have
taken me with you on your honeymoon and gone somewhere exotic.
You could have had me turning tricks to pay for it. I could have
bore your children for you."

Linda said, "It's not too late for that, Agnes. We still own this
cunt."

And from my ass, "Me and my big mouth."

From Linda, "Yeah, who's the fool, now."

Linda looked to me and said, "Jerry, I'm going to give you this
cunt on the condition you knock it up for me. I'd like a boy this
time. Can you handle that?"

"Sure, one baby boy coming right up."

To Mom, Linda said, "Hey, cunt, you get your whore ass off the
pill. Understand?"

"Yes. I'm off as of right now."

"You'd better be. If you have another period, I'll whip this
cunt."

"If I have another, whip his balls, too. Remember, it takes two
to Tango."

Ouch! Whip balls? Linda and the girls laughed, but that wasn't
funny. Mom made up for that awful idea by bringing her head up
and licking my balls like a lioness licks her cub's balls, only
Mom licked my balls like she loved them and what was in them, and
the idea of me making a baby in her. That got me thinking back to
what she said earlier, about waiting for twenty years. I thought
her math was off by five years, but if her math was good, that
meant I was thirteen when she first wanted me to fuck her. That
means I was a Boy Scout and she was an assistant scout master
when we shared a tent and double sleeping bag at Camp
yWinniepoopoo, and that was not my fault that my dick got in her
pussy while we were sleeping. SHE DID THAT ON PURPOSE!

Oh, that sneaky slut. And all these years I thought I was the
pervert for doing my best not to wake her up while I got my rocks
off. She was awake the whole fucking time. She planned the whole
thing. She ruined my Kit Carson sleeping bag on purpose. That
bitch! She stole my seed...FUCK! She must have been ovulating.
That means...that means, my kid brother is my son! I do have a
son!

I got up on stiff arms with Mom still licking my nuts. I looked
down the tunnel of our fronts and said, "Mom, is Jeff my son?"

"Yes, but don't tell him. I don't think he'd take it well. He
took it hard when he found out that his big brother wore
panties."

"You're a slut, a sly slut. Do you know that?"

"Yeah, well you're a mother fucker from way back, did you know
that?"

"You stole my seed."

"All I did was get you started. You could have pulled out, rolled
over, and gone to sleep. You didn't. You fucked me for thirty
fucking minutes and then came in my pussy. I didn't steal your
seed. I just let you plant your seeds in my garden. I might add,
you planted more before dawn, and several more times the
following night. On our last night, you had your dick in my pussy
the entire night. I don't know how many times you planted seeds
that last night, but I didn't get a wink of sleep and had to
drive a van three-hundred miles the next day with a sore and
leaky pussy."

"What did you expect? There I was in a double sleeping bag with
pussy that could sleep through anything. Why wouldn't I fuck it
all night. I knew I'd never get a better chance."

"Yes, and I knew I only needed to get you started and prove that
once I fall asleep, nothing wakes me up except a bugle."

"No shit. You don't know how close I came to going and getting
the guys, even the scout master."

Mom kept up licking my nuts while I spoke and Linda settled in
with a casual licking of pussy, letting us hash this out. This
was the first she had heard of my Winniepoopoo adventure. This
wasn't really a blocked memory. I never forgot it, but I always
felt terribly guilty and simply refused to think about it. I
hadn't thought about it in years, but the memories came flooding
back to me as vivid as the morning after. Obviously, Mom hadn't
forgotten anything either. This was all very interesting. My mom
at that time in my life was the image of Christian purity and
marital fidelity. I was a wicked son to do what I did. For years,
I hated myself and pretended I didn't really do that. What she
had to say was a real eye opener and a tremendous relief, like a
huge burden being lifted.

I wanted to hear more, everything she had to say even though she
stopped licking my nuts to say it. God, I loved the way she
licked my nuts. She knew it, too. I had scooted back to hang my
nuts directly over her mouth so she wouldn't have to strain to
get at them. Now, she could lick and suck as well as lick a good
portion of my cock. I laid my upper body on her lower body and
opened her pussy again. She liked that. I liked that, and Linda
appreciated that.

Now comfy, ready to continue, she said, "You don't know how close
I came to asking you to go fetch your scout master."

"He would have fucked the shit out of you, and kept on fucking
the shit out of you after you woke up. He really had the hots for
you."

"Why do you think I volunteered to be his assistant scout master?
Yes, I knew it, and for your information, we became lovers not
long after Winniepoopoo, not even a month after. That lasted two
years. He thought Jeff was his bastard. Your father thought so,
too."

"Dad knew about you and Brother Stevens?"

"I had his permission before I even volunteered to serve as a
parent assistant. I'll have you know that caused quite a stir in
the church. In those days, women had nothing to do with scouting,
and a married woman had no business going on campouts with
someone else's husband. Had there been one adult male willing to
play second fiddle to Rodney Stevens, I would have stood no
chance, and my best chance to score with Rodney was to serve
under him."

"And Dad wanted you to?"

"Not only that, I had his permission to have Brother Steven's
baby. Actually, that was his idea and I wasn't too keen on it.
You got to me first. I couldn't tell him that, but I got tired of
waiting on Brother Stevens to make his move. I needed to get
pregnant so your father wouldn't know I was striking out, getting
nowhere. I lied and told him we were getting it on months before
we actually did. Every period was a failure. Any more might have
exposed my lies, so, I looked to you. At least, I figured I'd get
you started and see what happens."

"Worked like a charm, huh?"

"It did, but I wasn't surprised that you would leave your dick in
and try to fuck me. I was very surprised that you went out of
your way to cum inside my pussy. That took balls. That leaves
evidence, unmistakable evidence. I thought for sure you'd pull
out and cum in your hand or cum on me then wipe it off. For you
to keep filling my cunt with cum took balls...ummm, nice balls."

"I thought the whole idea was to get pregnant."

"It was, but all I could do was get you started and then hope for
the best. I didn't even give it a fifty fifty chance, more like
ten to one against if that. Like I said, you surprised the hell
out of me when you went for your nut. When you actually began
pumping sperm into me, I almost had an orgasm."

"You liked that, huh?"

"Besides getting what I came for, when you went for your nut, you
fucked like you didn't care if I woke up. You flat got on it and
fucked that pussy like a horny little mother fucker lying over a
slut mother in the push-up position. You drilled that pussy. You
couldn't have had more than five skinny inches back then, but it
felt like ten skinny inches. I came a cunt hair away from
grabbing your ass and crying out loud enough for the whole camp
to hear, 'YES PRECIOUS, FUCK MOMMY'S PUSSY! OH, THAT'S A GOOD
BOY, JERRY. FUCK MOMMY'S CUNT. CUM DEEP IN MOMMY'S CUNT,
SWEETHEART. FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT AND FILL ME WITH YOUR SPERM!"

We all laughed at her overly dramatic presentation, and we could
picture her doing that in the heat of passion. I knew I dodged a
bullet that night and said, "Yeah, that was great. I lost it. I
didn't care. I thought I did wake you. I was trying to pump as
much cum in you as I could before you pushed me off. I couldn't
believe I got every drop in, but I knew I was busted, and there I
was, on top of you with my dick in your pussy to the balls, and
you with a pussy full of my cum. I waited for the hammer to fall.
I think I had my eyes closed, wincing, but nothing happened. I
waited, and waited, and then I realized that you were still sound
asleep. I couldn't believe it. I fucked the shit out of you and
you slept right through it. That was great. That was when I
figured I could play with your tits and suck on them without
waking you up, get my flashlight and check out your pussy, finger
your pussy, finger your butt hole, do any damn thing I felt like
doing, then fuck you again."

"And you did. That was very nice, but tell me, why were you so
eager to pump every drop in me? What were you trying to do, get
me pregnant?"

"No, not really. I just wanted to cum in your pussy. Until you
cum in a pussy, you're still a virgin; at least, that was the way
we figured. I had my dick in pussy before, but not since my balls
were potent. I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to lose my
virginity. I always figured you were on birth control pills.

"When I turned up pregnant, did you think you did it?"

"No. I didn't find out for months afterward. You just said you
were pregnant, not that you got pregnant on any certain day. I
fucked you for three days, but I figured Dad fucked you a lot
more than that. There were also the rumors about you and Brother
Stevens, lots of them. I didn't believe them, but that would
offer an explanation. I mean, if Dad wore rubbers but Stevens
didn't, that'll get you pregnant."

I said something which stopped Mom's licking as soon as I said
it. I could sense her bewilderment, so it came as no surprise
when I heard it in her voice when she said, "Why would you think
they were rumors? You of all people knew they weren't rumors. We
weren't hiding our affair. Rodney and I shared a tent and a
double sleeping bag on every campout after Winniepoopoo. What did
you think we were doing in there, playing tiddlywinks?"

"I didn't know for sure. No one did, so they were rumors."

"Come on, Jerry, you had to know we were fucking, even in the
early months. Everyone knew. We were in and out of that tent
constantly. The whole troop teased us about that. Half the time,
I dragged him to the tent, and didn't I always emerge looking
fucked? I tried to. The only thing I didn't do was come out naked
with cum running down my legs, and I did that later on. I showed
my tits with cum on them. My face had cum on it. My hair always
had cum in it, and what about the wet crotch in my shorts. My
shorts stayed wet, sopping wet. Every scout got to look up the
leg of my shorts to see for himself. Didn't you? I know damn well
you did. Don't you know a fucked pussy when you see one?"

"You're right, I did see those things."

"Then why did you say they were rumors that you didn't believe?"

"I guess I didn't want to believe and I never actually saw you
two fucking."

"This is baffling, Jerry. During those two years, I was a slut, a
shameless slut. The whole church knew about me and Rodney, and
they got their information from the scouts. They knew, or
thought, he knocked me up. You had to be the only one indenial."

"Maybe so, but I couldn't see you that way. My mom was no slut."

"I had no idea you felt that way, especially after the three days
you treated me like one. Then a few years after Rodney, you and
Linda raped me. That was the Jerry I remembered from
Winniepoopoo."

"You know, that reminded me of Winniepoopooo, too. I mean, in a
way, you were asleep again only it was Linda making you act
asleep. You didn't do or say anything. We could do whatever we
wanted."

"So, why didn't you. She did but you didn't."

"I uh...I don't know."

"I think you do."

I mulled this over and finally said, "Guilt?"

Linda piped in, "Bingo. Mother fucker backlash strikes again.
Mother fuckers remorse. I should have known. No normal boy passes
up pussy like this."

I said, "I'm hardly normal."

Linda said, "Amen to that. I wouldn't have married you if you
were. By the way, John and I are making you a bastard and the
girls are helping the way your mom helps. Do you mind?"

"Would it matter?"

"No."

"Then I don't mind."

"You're not normal."

"Yes, we established that."

Mom said, "I want to go back to my slut years. I am recalling
some things you could not possibly have denied. I think you know
what I am referring to."

"Truth or Dare at Snake Canyon?"

"Yes...well?"

"I wasn't there during the game."

"You heard all about it. Eight months pregnant. I got naked,
fucked a bunch of scouts, blew a bunch. I let that damn dog fuck
me, that stupid...what was his name?"

"JD - Just Dog."

"Of course, JD. I had a snake put up my ass. Did you doubt that
when so many swore it happened and I went for hours with that
dead snake's tail hanging out of the leg of my shorts. You saw at
least an hour of that, and I believe I was topless when your
patrol showed up."

"You had the blouse and shorts on when my patrol came in, but
Brother Stevens took your blouse off right after we arrived. I
noticed the tail right away. Seeing two feet of a six foot Coral
King snake dangling out of the back leg of your mom's shorts is
hard to miss. That'll take a Boy Scout's mind off big titties."

My daughters had to get in on this, but Vivian got to ask the
question on everyone's mind: "How did they get a dead snake up
your butt?"

Mom said, "I took a dare, and he wasn't dead when they put the
head and shoulders in."

Ida, in amazement, said, "He had shoulders!"

We laughed as Mom explained, "No, dear, that was a joke. I mean
the head and about six inches. The dare was that I take that much
then stand perfectly still with my legs spread in a wide stance
for ten minutes. I figured he'd come right out, but he went in
steadily. They are very strong and I suppose they don't back out
of situations like that. That damn snake kept going up my ass
until I had to grab the tail to prevent him form going all the
way in. In fact, I tried to pull him out but there was no way.
The best I could do was keep him from going any further. I knew
he'd eventually suffocate, but had no idea how long a snake can
hold its breath. Turns out, a long damn time. Before he died and
went limp, I had taken another dare to leave it in me for four
hours. Jerry showed up for the last of those four after the game
ended, but I still had time remaining on a dare."

Having satisfied everyone, Mom said to me, "Jerry, where did you
think the other half was, and weren't you standing right there
when they dropped my shorts and pulled out three feet of king
snake, inch by inch over a ten minute period while all the scouts
marveled at all the cum dripping from my cunt. Did you not see a
shameless slut having the time of her life amusing all those
young boys? Not to mention a dumb mutt and his scout master
owner."

"I suppose, but they did sucker you into a game of Truth or Dare.
At least you didn't chicken out of anything, not even the snake
dare. That was pretty cool, and bending over like that and
holding that pose for so long, letting all those guys feel you up
and open up your pussy, that was cool, too. Seeing all that cum
running down your legs, JD licking it, licking your pussy, you
letting him. That was neat, and before we even arrived in camp,
guys ran out to tell us that JD fucked you in the cunt while you
laid on your back and made a great beaver, that you fucked him
that way on a dare."

"Did you believe that?"

"I believed everything I heard, but that didn't make you a slut.
That made you a sucker, but you didn't chicken out. Everybody
gets suckered, but most suckers turn chicken. I was proud of you,
and remember, I wanted all the guys to fuck you back at
Winniepoopoo. I was glad most of them got to, and I was thrilled
that JD got to. They all raved about what a great fuck you were,
said what a great bitch you made, and how neat it was watching a
dog fuck you. That made me even prouder."

Mom said, "You're too much, Jerry."

"I'll tell you something else about that night that I remember
and was proud of. After they pulled that snake out, you stepped
out of your shorts and stayed naked from then on. After dark,
when we all sat around the camp fire. You let us come up in
groups of three to examine your beaver. Each group got fifteen
minutes with JD getting in deep licks. He'd lick your pussy then
lick your face. You'd open your pussy for him and open your mouth
for him, then suck his tongue like a dick. That was prettycool."

Linda said, "Cool? I wouldn't even do that."

Mom said, "I don't recall opening my mouth, but I probably did
suck his tongue. I know I didn't avoid the tongue because the
boys got such a big kick out of seeing me act like a woman who
loved the tongue. JD was the lickingest dog I ever knew. He was
along on every campout and always licking me, poking his nose in
my crotch, inside the baggy legs, licking my snatch. He showed
sexual interest in me long before his master did. I won Rodney's
heart by being nice to his horny mutt. I won acceptance from the
scouts by being nice to their horny mascot."

Ida asked, "What kinda dog was it, Grandma?"

"He was a mutt, but I'd say a good mix of Greyhound and Collie.
He had no trouble getting his head fully inside the leg opening
of my shorts, and that damn mutt had a tongue as long as John's
dick. JD could lick the back wall of my womb, then send that
thing down my throat. It sometimes felt like he was licking the
contents out of my stomach. Taking that tongue helped me learn
how to deep-throat a dick. That's why I can take John to the root
and lick his balls. JD felt a lot like that, only JD's tongue
never stayed still. It went in out in out, like lapping. When he
lapped pussy it felt more like fucking."

Marsha said, "Wow, that's neat. That's a lotta tongue."

"From the very start,months before Winniepoopoo, JD could lick
whatever he pleased and I wore no panties with very baggy shorts.
I also shaved my cunt lips. My intent was to shoot good beavers
and impress my scout master. I wasn't thinking about his dog.
Those first few campouts were pure torture for me. I wasn't all
that fond of dogs, and hated the lickers, especially the face
lickers. JD liked crotch and face and loved to alternate,
absolutely disgusting at first, but the boys clearly loved
anything absolutely disgusting. If you toss in sexually vulgar,
they're in heaven. Rodney appreciated an assistant who didn't
object to a dog sticking his tongue in her mouth right after it
had been in her pussy. The only thing different about Snake
Canyon was the wide beaver I offered him. If I did open my mouth,
that wouldn't surprise me. I was trying to be entertaining. By
then I had been French kissing that mutt for at least a few dozen
camping days. I knew what the boys liked. They loved seeing a
woman into French kissing with a dog who had pussy on his
breath."

Marsha said, "Wow, Grandma, what's it like Frenching with adog?"

"Absolutely disgusting, although the flavor of pussy tempered my
disgust. So, Jerry, my Frenching exhibition made me cool."

"That was cool, but that wasn't what was so special about that
night. We had seen that a lot, but your super beaver did make it
better."

"You had me worried. Tell me what was special."

"You told us all about women and pussy and fucking, making
babies, female masturbation, how to make a chick horny, how to
get them to spread their legs for you. How to suck 'em, how to
fuck 'em, how to get 'em to take it up the ass. You even pissed
for us, pissed right into the fire while lying on your back. That
was neat. We got quite a sex education that night, plus we got to
watch you make out with Brother Stevens. We saw him use all the
techniques you taught us, then you got up and went to the tent to
give him his reward. You wanted to fuck right there in front of
us; he wanted the privacy."

"But you didn't see a slut."

"In hindsight, sure, but you were so cool that night. You were
being open and honest with us, telling it like it was, treating
us like adults, and you demonstrated using your body. You
masturbated for us. You even demonstrated blow jobs and sucked
off all the guys who were in my patrol and didn't get to fuck you
that afternoon."

"I sucked you off."

"I remember. I said all the guys. I enjoyed fucking you in the
mouth. That didn't bother me. You showed us how to get any chick
to put out, so when Stevens did all those things, if you weren't
willing to put out, all that talk was pure bullshit. I was glad
you were willing to fuck him right in front of us. He earned it
and you were willing to give it. He was the chicken."

"If you didn't see a slut, Jerry, you are blind as a fucking
bat."

Linda said, "I know you don't want to accept this, Agnes, but
Jerry has always maintained that you are no slut, the perfect
lady, the model mom. We corrupted you. I knew you were a slut
when I first laid eyes on you. Takes one to know one, but I
wouldn't expect a son to see what I see."

Mom said, "He is right in a sense. I went through a slut phase,
roughly two years. Before that and after that, I was the perfect
lady and model mom. You two did corrupt me, but I was more than
ready for it. I missed my slut days and didn't get that out of my
system by a long shot. Snake Canyon was my last outing with the
troop. The church elders got wind of that and ended my scouting
career rather abruptly - Rodney's, too. After that, we were just
two people fucking around every chance we got, but that got old
after a while. What never got old was having Jerry involved. In
my mind, my slut years were kicked off with Jerry and he remained
an integral part even after Snake Canyon. He was involved as much
as I could get him involved. True, he never actually watched us
fuck, but that was Rodney's hangup. He saw everything except
fucking. He was along on every date, saw all the foreplay,
assisted with foreplay, waited for us to finish fucking, saw me
after a fucking - naked, cum pouring from my cunt. I was
shameless, absolutely shameless, and for him to call our affair a
rumor, one that he didn't believe after all the trouble I went to
to show him what a cheating slut I was...Christ, I used to have
him wipe my cunt for me. He used to shave my cunt for me."

Linda and the girls laughed, but Mom was truly frustrated. I
said, "I don't know why I said that. I knew and I never forgot.
What I did was pull those two years out and set them aside, but I
saw them as your slut years and I was glad I was part of it. I
was proud of you from the very start. I loved the way you never
tried to hide what you were doing. You were so proud of your
fucked pussy and you knew how much we liked seeing it. You took
crude teasing well, and you were very good to JD right from the
start. We knew you'd fuck him sooner or later. You were JD's
girlfriend. You were lovers and watching you make out with that
mutt was almost as good as watching you fuck. Snake Canyon was
the ultimate, but I wish I had seen the JD fuck. God, what a slut
you were, but even after that, with just you, me, and Brother
Stevens, those were very special. I felt like I was part of a
threesome, a key part, the part that got you ready to cheat on
Dad and the part that hid the evidence afterward."

"You were a key part, but you weren't hiding evidence. You were
playing with a mother's cheating pussy."

"That, too."

"I can't tell you how terribly disappointed I was that all you
ever wanted from me were blow jobs."

"You give great blow jobs. Mom, I had a mother fucker's hangup.
Blow jobs weren't mother fucking, and you always initiated those.
You were a son sucker; I wasn't a mother mouth fucker. In my
mind, there was a big difference, and had I been in on the Truth
or Dare game and got dared to fuck my mother, I'd have chickened
out."

"And if I got dared to fuck my son?"

"Same thing. They'd still call me a mother fucker. I would have
rather been called a chicken."

Linda said, "Except on Elm Street, that is a pretty big deal,
Agnes."

"It's still a big deal here. I think I understand, though. After
Winniepoopoo, Jerry and I should have talked. I had no idea he
was bothered. Frankly, I thought it was a case of find 'em, feel
'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em. He had me and wasn't interested in
anymore loose pussy. I have lived with that hurt all these years.
I thought there were feelings between us that went above those
typical male drives. I thought he loved me...god, I feel so
silly. Listen to me. I sound like a school girl with a crush,
rejected by the one she loves."

That got to me and got me up, got me turned around, and got me
lying over Mom, face to face, looking into her embarrassed eyes.
I held her head and made her look me in the eyes, then said as
earnestly as I could muster, "Mother, I adore you. I have always
adored you. I have loved you in every way that a son can love a
mother or a man can love a lover. That love has never waned,
flickered, or died and will never. Your pussy has nothing to do
with it, but the pussy you have between your sexy legs is the
pussy I most adore. Your pussy will always be virgin to me, and
I'm sorry if this upsets you, but you will always be a lady in my
eyes. I am looking at a beautiful lady and I love her with all my
heart. You're right; we should have talked. There is no doubt in
my mind that had we, you and I would have been lovers all these
many years."

I had her balling like a baby by the time I finished, and was
getting the stuffings hugged out of me. She squeezed me so tight,
you'd think I were dangling off a cliff. I don't know what I said
that got to her, but I said something right and had a wife and
three daughter crying and patting my back. Linda said, "You are a
silver tongued devil, Jerry. Come on, girls. Let's leave them
alone. Let's go shopping."

Five minutes later, still in that tight embrace, Linda and the
girls slipped out. Mom slowly eased off on the clinging embrace,
wiped her tears, and smiled. I smiled back and gave her a soft
kiss on the lips. After the kiss, she said, "I still feel like an
old fool."

"Maybe if I flip you over. Would that help?"

She laughed hard, wiped more tears, then said, "It might. That's
the one hole you haven't had."

"A virgin!"

"Yes, but don't listen to any King snakes. Remember the Garden of
Eden. You know how they lie."

Now, it was my turn to laugh hard. After my chuckles died down, I
said, "All these years, I've been dying to ask you. What ever
possessed you to take that dare? You were scared to death of
snakes."

"I resolved to take every dare and tell the truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth. I swore an oath, then prayed
that damn snake wouldn't come into play. I knew I'd be fucking
the dog."

"Tell me the truth. You had to be looking forward to that."

"I was, but that wasn't my first time with JD by a long shot."

"I know, but it was the first time out in the open. He shared the
tent with you."

"And Rodney shared me with him. I thought everyone knew."

"We did. That was more obvious than the affair you had going with
Brother Stevens. Like I said, we saw you as JD's girlfriend long
before we came to see you and Brother Stevens as lovers. He tried
to hide that, and for the longest time he denied it. Most of us
believed him. We thought he just got to watch, maybe got some off
you for letting JD fuck you - a hand job or blow job, at least.
We knew he jacked off on you. We knew the difference. Dog cum was
mostly between your legs, but human cum was mostly on your face,
chest, and in your hair. We figured he might be getting some
pussy, but the dog got most of it."

Mom smiled and brushed hair from my eyes while saying, "Were you
proud of me back then, back in those early campouts after
Winniepoopoo when I began being a true bitch and it became
obvious that I was letting my doggie lover fuck me?"

"Yes, I was very proud."

"Jerry, how can you say that. How could you possibly be?"

"If there was any disappointment, it was that you felt the need
to hide the actual fucking from us for so long. Mom, you were a
great bitch. Everyone thought you were the coolest Mom there
could possibly be. They all thought you were the sexiest Mom, and
the most beautiful. All the scouts envied me. Young boys do not
look down on beautiful, sexy women who make out with dogs and
love the taste of their own pussy. I was especially proud that
you showed no shame about doing the things you did."

"That wasn't my idea. That was pure Rodney. He was into that. He
pushed me to be that way, and pushed even harder to get me to
fuck JD out among the troop. It may have looked like I had no
shame, but I was dying, and I had your father pushing just as
hard for me to cooperate with Rodney - be a lover to his dog if
that was what he was into. I told him everything right from the
start, and I told him Rodney wanted a lover for his god damn
mutt. The only thing he never knew was that you and I shared a
sleeping bag at Winniepoopoo."

"Suppose no one had been pushing you. Would I still have my Kit
Carson sleeping bag?"

Mom cracked up, then grew pensive before saying, "I doubt it.
That came about as a result of your father's pushing and me
trying to please him. I didn't want him to know I had been lying
and he so wanted a bastard. I picked Rodney, but all your father
cared about was the bastard. I could have fucked a lot of men and
that would have been fine, too. I couldn't do that, but I swore
I'd take a lover and conceive a child with him. I didn't realize
it would be that difficult, or that I'd have to take a mutt on as
a lover to get the lover I wanted. I was resolved to return to
you and lay everything out for you when Rodney finally came
around. Right after that, I missed my period."

"So, you let sleeping dogs lie."

"Jerry, you were anything but a dog to me. I don't think I have
ever enjoyed sex as much as I did lying dead to the world under
you. In the months that followed, as Rodney took me deeper down
the path of bestiality, I kicked myself for not opening up to you
and taking you as my lover. I didn't want to be a bitch, but I
had no choice, and I had no choice but to be open about it
knowing those scouts would blab all over. Everyone soon knew I
was that dog's lover, and you can't imagine the shame I suffered.
Why they left me in that troop for as long as they did is the
biggest mystery. After getting pregnant, good and pregnant, I
wanted out but they wouldn't let me out. Maybe it was a case of
having made that bed, they wanted me to lie in it. They made me
remain Rodney's whore and his dog's bitch. Eventually, I resolved
myself to be both and was surprised that Snake Canyon made any
difference. The campouts before that weren't much tamer."

"I think you made an excellent whore and an even better bitch,
and Snake Canyon was a big leap. That was when you fully let go
and resolved to openly be a whore and a bitch."

"It may have looked that way to you, but Eagle's Roost was my
Waterloo. After that, I didn't give a fuck."

"What happened at Eagle's Roost?"

"For one, I got fucked by half the troop. That was also where
scouts first saw me get fucked by the dog. It wasn't many, three,
maybe four, but that was a biggie. The ones who saw it at Snake
Canyon, I'd say most had seen it before, several times before.
You and a few others were the only scouts who never got to see
it, and that was because I didn't want you to ever see it. I
wouldn't do anything unless you were out doing something. The
unlucky boys with you missed out, but the rest got to enjoy the
slut."

"Yeah, I guess I just lumped all that stuff under the heading of
Snake Canyon, but now that I think on it, I knew you were fucking
JD out in the open and letting guys fuck you in groups. I always
went, 'Damn, missed it again.' Tell me - did you ever turn slut.
I mean did you ever get into being a slut and a bitch, enjoy it,
loose the shame?"

"Yes, I did, actually. Right after Eagle's Roost. Maybe at
Eagle's Roost. I especially enjoyed being naked among the boys,
being group groped, and fucking the dog in front of the boys was
better than fucking him in the tent. I loved pulling trains. Oh,
and the circle jerks, lying naked in dirt while they gathered
around and jacked off on me, then pissed on me."

"You liked that, huh?"

"I loved that."

"That pissed me off when I heard about their circle jerks. The
cumming on you was cool, but pissing all over a woman who lets
you cum on her, that was shitty."

"Honey, that was a golden shower. Trust me, when twenty young men
jackoff on a pregnant woman, she needs a good shower."

I laughed and said, "You know, had I been in on one of those, I
probably would have pissed on you, too."

"I'm sure you would have. Boys love pissing on a slut they just
jacked off on, and trust me, had you been there, you would have
seen a slut."

I smiled warmly and said, "No, I would have pissed on a lady that
I adored, but I would have enjoyed it just the same."

That melted her. She held back tears and said, "Take me to the
bed and make love to me, Jerry."

I kissed her and said, "My pleasure. I might last long enough to
make you smile this time."

I got up and helped her up. Once on her feet, she said, "Just lay
me down and hold me for a while. I'll smile for you. I will
always smile for you."

I did lay her down, and I did hold her tenderly, and she did
smile, but you never saw a smile like the smile she had after I
fucked the shit out of her, came in her pussy, and made her cum.
That was the smile I thought I saw that made me think she woke up
before the bugle blew. Sly bitch.

                               The End

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