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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
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Date: Thu,  9 Aug 2001 12:10:02 -0400
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                               Strange Breed
                              By: Phil Phantom
                      HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com


I found the girl I wanted to marry, but she was three years
younger than me, a fifteen-year-old freshman. I was a senior
getting ready to graduate. I had several years of waiting ahead,
but she was worth waiting for. I was in love with a living doll
that I never would have stood a chance with were it not for being
a senior with my own car. I took a lot of flack for robbing the
cradle, but what a baby.

My baby had everything I wanted in a girl - nice, firm, C-cup
titties; a thin waist with drum-tight tummy; a boyish ass with
slender hips; sexy, shapely legs; a prominent, up-front, full and
fleshy, slick and juicy pussy; and long, flowing, shimmering,
ash-blonde hair that framed the face of a frolicsome angel with
bright-blue eyes. She packed all of that gorgeousness into a
package that didn't weight one hundred pounds or quite stand five
feet. When I say doll, I mean little doll, and she loved dressing
sexy in short dresses and showing skin.

April's dresses were several inches above a liberal school dress
code. Her hems never came near mid-thigh. Here hemline was
between mid thigh and her crotch. She couldn't sit without
showing panties or bend from the waist without showing her ass.
If she wore panties they were the ultra-brief super sexy type
with a thin crotch that remained within the puffy shaved lips of
her pussy. She was awfully proud of that panty-eating pussy of
hers. There wasn't a pussy on campus that got more exposure or
was better known. April set the standard for pussy - pussy,
panties, beavers, and showing tit.

She didn't own a bra, and all of her dresses were cut low to show
the tops of her breasts, which appeared to be under pressure and
about to pop. Her tops were loose enough to fall away with a
slight bend forward. She was good at showing her tits, but she
didn't mind if someone hooked a finger in the top and pulled out
for a look. She only covered them because she had to, but nothing
said someone couldn't peek in or look up her dress, even lift her
dress. Anyone was welcome to look at whatever they pleased. Just
about everyone did. We all knew what she looked like naked, but
April didn't bear the whore label. She bore the exhibitionist
label, and no one put her down for that. She had it and liked
showing it. Nothing wrong with that.

Our school administration was quite tolerant of April. I'm not
sure why, but they did allow one exhibitionist. Maybe she was too
fine to crack down on, or the damage was done before it came to
their attention. I don't know what the thinking was, but April
had a license to show as much as she wanted so long as she kept
her clothes on. She didn't push them, and they never leaned on
her, but they did lean on the kids who exposed April with what
came to be known as an April hook.

An April hook was formed using a paper clip opened to make a hook
that caught the hem of her dress and could then be hooked higher
up, often as high as possible. I have seen April walking the
halls with her dress hooked all the way around with her top
pulled below her tits, effectively naked, moving along in a sea
of admirers with teachers standing in doorways shaking their
heads, but smiling. Mostly, she was seen with her bare ass
exposed, and there simply is no finer view of April than her rear
view.

The feeling may have been that it would be a terrible crime to
hide an ass like that, but they did crack down on front hooking
and exposing full-frontal nudity. You could get in trouble for
exposing her tits or pussy, but as far as I know, no one ever got
in trouble for exposing her ass. You could do that in front of
the principal and get a smile. After hooking became popular, I
don't ever recall seeing April when her ass wasn't hooked.

My sixteen-year-old sister, Tammy, is a borderline exhibitionist
who continually tested the limits and was quite often in trouble
for going a bit too far. She had every reason to pitch a bitch
about April, or hate April, but she loved April. She was happy
for April. She admired April, and that feeling seemed general
among girls like Tammy. Everyone loved April. You had to love
her, plus she had three thousand big brothers and sisters,
fawning uncles, and doting aunts. Not bad for an only child of
two only children. Well, she won my heart and I set out to win
hers.

She wasn't dating anyone. She was only fifteen and her parent's
didn't allow formal dating until age sixteen. They were pretty
cool parents, though. They allowed her to wear whatever she could
get away with. I thought that was pretty cool. Hell, they knew
they had an exhibitionist, but to their credit, they never tried
to curb that trait. What's more, they encouraged her to be as
free and open as she pleased, and in her own home, she didn't
have to wear anything, ever, for anyone.

I found that out for myself and was totally unprepared. I offered
to drive her anywhere she needed to go, which she gratefully
accepted. The first time I came to pick her up, she wasn't ready.
I came in, met her parents, chatted a bit, and out walks April,
stark naked carrying two dresses she couldn't chose between.
Christ! I had seen it all, but not altogether with her fucking
parents. She wasn't holding the dresses in front. She held both
out to the sides while engaging each of us in conversation as
though she weren't standing there naked with a freshly-shaved
pussy that I couldn't stop staring at with a hardon that
threatened to bust through my pants and spray her with cum. She
had the coolest parents I ever met.

April and I became friends who ate lunch together everyday, and I
gave her rides to and from school and anyplace else she needed to
go. I became her driver before becoming her boyfriend, and her
mother greatly appreciated the relief, though she knew I was just
out to fuck her sexy daughter. Scenes like that were common, as
were my hardons. Her amused mother made jokes about my hardons,
or she might say something like, "I can see what's on your mind."
Yes, she knew, but I didn't think she cared.

The dating rule was her father's, and I got the impression he
didn't care but felt the need to slow her down a bit. He didn't
blame a guy for wanting to fuck his daughter, or a penis for
acting like a penis should. If my erection wasn't obvious, he'd
ask if I was feeling all right. A hardon was a healthy sign and
nothing to hide in their home. A hard cock was the sincerest form
of flattery. Letting it show was a sign of honesty and good
character. They had a sexy daughter. They were proud; she was
proud; she was naked; I was hard; everyone was happy.

Anyway, they seemed to accept me and my hardons, and her mother
was very friendly to me and my hardons. She showed more interest
in my hardons than her daughter did. Then again, a hard cock to
April was the normal state of a cock, mine especially. Her
mother, however, loved seeing a hard cock in a young man's pants,
and was very impressed with mine. Her husband didn't seem to mind
her fawning over a young man's hard cock. He often teased her, as
did April. Shit, I loved it. My cock never felt so welcome in any
home.

Her mother also loved having a mature driver for her daughter. A
few weeks into our close friendship, delivering April home after
school, her mother came out to the car and invited me to dinner
that night. I said sure. April was still seated right up next to
me with a skirt that I had worked up past the mound. April
allowed me to play with her pussy because she was grateful for
the rides and knew I was particularly drawn to her snatch. She
placed it within reach and let me do my thing. She got felt up
quite a bit, so that was no big deal to her. It was a very big
deal to me, especially when she made no attempt to cover herself
as her mother approached. Her pussy was all wet. Her inner thighs
were wet. My right hand was wet, and I was sweating.

Looking and getting aroused was one thing, but I had been
molesting her daughter, caught wet-handed, and April wasn't
helping. After accepting her mother's surprising invitation, her
mom leans on the door and looks right at April's played-with
pussy while saying to me, "Don't bother dressing up. I can assure
you, she won't. I'll sit you two love birds together. It's
obvious you can't keep your hands off her, or parts of her."

When she said that, I couldn't resist placing my wet right hand
back in her daughter's crotch and giving her oily slit a
stroking. Maybe it was the way her mom said it or that playful
gleam in her eyes, but I just had to do it. I had to. The slit
strokes made her smile, so I slipped April the finger and began
finger-fucking her rapidly, making a wet slapping noise as my
hand fucked her pussy. I had never done that to April before,
although I often slipped her a finger or two. Finger fucking was
something entirely different, and I couldn't resist doing that,
because I had never done that to a girl in front of her mother.
For some reason, I really really really wanted to do that and get
away with it.

That got me a playful chest pat as her mom said, "Don't get too
carried away tonight. Her father is a bit of a prude, just a bit,
but what he doesn't see he won't say anything about, and he won't
go out of his way to look. I will, but don't worry about what I
see. I'm a voyeur. I'll admit it, and April knows that. There are
no secrets in this family."

April says, "Would you like to see his dick?"

Holy shit! Up to that point, April had shown no interest in my
dick, not even a feel through the fabric, and now she was
offering her mother a look. Her mother wanted a look but took
that as friendly sarcasm, and said, "Save it for tonight, but
don't let your father see you playing with his dick at the table.
I didn't say don't do it, but don't be too obvious about it. You
are the one I worry about getting carried away. We don't need to
see cum spraying over our table setting, and don't you even think
about sucking him off at the table."

I couldn't believe this shit, but I was still finger fucking,
only slower, but using my two middle fingers. April did her part
by drawing her right leg in and laying the knee out to fully open
her crotch while she playfully whined, "Aw, Mom, you spoil all my
fun."

Her mom liked the new view, so I made it better by getting my
hand out of the way, using it to toy with the excited clit as her
mom said, "I will provide napkins. Use them, and you might want
to keep in mind that if this dinner goes well, your father may be
in a mood to allow you two to go out somewhere to finish what you
start at the dinner table. If he sees how badly you need it, he
might. I can see that you need it, so lets see some good foreplay
tonight and see what happens."

Foreplay! Did she say, foreplay, and did April actually say,
"He'll see plenty of good foreplay if we can kiss. Is that
allowed?"

Kiss! We weren't even near the kissing stage. We were still at
the hand shaking stage. We didn't even hold hands. Her mom looked
to me and said, "Don't let this go to your head, Greg. She is
teasing me, but I find it best to humor her when she gets like
this." She then looks to April and says, "Sure, do all the
kissing you want, just keep it above the waist."

"Okay, but can he suck on my titties while he fingers my pussy?"

Her mother looks to me and says, "See what I mean," then to April
to say, "That would be pushing it I would think, but I certainly
wouldn't object. Try it and see how he reacts. If he doesn't say
anything, that's a good reaction. If he allows that level of
foreplay, he wouldn't have the heart to stop you two from going
all the way tonight, but not at the dinner table, darn it."

My head was spinning and spun completely around when April said,
"Can I take Greg to my bedroom and fuck him there?"

I know I had the dumbest look on my face as I looked to her mom
for the answer. She just smiled and said, "Don't get your hopes
up too high, Greg. She's teasing me and being a brat. Even if you
get to go out, don't count on getting any pussy off of her. She
is an exhibitionist and a big prick tease, but to my knowledge,
that's all she does. If she did anything more than that, I'd be
the first to know."

Fuck...I didn't need to hear that, but I suspected as much. April
said while rubbing my straining cock, "Tonight might be the
night, Mom. I'm awfully horny and the night is young. I have a
senior. This is no boy, and this is no little boy peter between
his legs. This is a cock, a real cock. Feel this thing."

That was all the invitation the mother needed. She reached in and
fondled my cock and balls, then unzipped me, freed me, and held
me by the cock, purring, "Oh my, yes, this is a good cock, April.
This is a beautiful cock and so hard. You'd be a fool to tease a
cock like this, and your mother didn't raise no fool."

April pried her mother's fingers off my cock, saying, "Mother,
you are embarrassing me. You're the one likely to lose control
and fuck at the dinner table. You need to get laid, bad, but not
in our fucking driveway, and not with my fucking boyfriend.
Christ, go masturbate before you start doing that out here and
attract some horny dog that will really embarrass us."

I was in total shock, but her mother only looked flush and turned
on. She offered a weak smile, then took her leave, but before
passing from our view, she paused, took a look around, then
mooned us good. I mean a good, long, fifteen-second moon with her
cheeks pulled wide showing everything in bright light. That was
one hot and horny cunt she showed us, too. The provocative sight
made April laugh and yell out the window, "Yeah, we see you're in
heat, bitch, now go fuck yourself before some dog comes along and
does it for you, or is that what you're waiting for?"

Her mom reached between her legs to flip April the bird before
getting decent and moving on. I never saw anything like that in
my life. I was still in stunned shock, still staring at the spot
she had mooned us in. April turned my head her way to say,
"Hey...she's gone."

Only then did I realize that April called me her boyfriend. That
was the day I became her boyfriend, because she said I was. I
said, "April, are you serious. Am I your boyfriend?"

"Don't you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes, very much."

"Good, because I'd like to be your girlfriend. I like you, Greg.
You don't act jealous or possessive. You give me my freedom to be
myself. You don't criticize or crowd me. My parents like you, and
my Mom likes you too much, but I like that. Anyway, I like being
boyfriend and girlfriend instead of just boy and girl friends.
We're much closer than that."

"I agree, and I'm glad you feel that way....Say, April, do you
always talk to your mother that way?"

"Only when she gets this way, and when she gets this way, she
loves it, or wasn't that obvious?"

It was obvious, but that didn't explain anything. I said, "Boy,
you and your mother have a very curious relationship."

"I suppose, but we like it. We are a very open family, Greg. If
you are going to be my boyfriend, you need to get used to that.
Another thing you have to accept is that I am a major prick tease
and the prick I tease most is my father's. Another thing you must
accept is, before you get any pussy, he'll get it. He has already
been promised and Mom was right there when I made him that
promise. I'm just not ready yet, but if you get me ready tonight,
you are getting me ready for him. He knows that, so knock
yourself out, but understand this. He gets all he wants, an
exclusive until he releases my pussy to you, and I have no idea
how long he intends to hold me to my promise. However long that
is, you'll be doing all the foreplay while he does all the
fucking, and my Mom gets to watch everything. Mom obviously
thinks I'm ready, and thinks you are the guy who can get me to
start putting out pussy. I'm not saying she's right, but she does
know me very well. Are you still interested in dinner, or was
this my last ride?"

I smiled and placed my arm around her, drew her close, and said,
"Sweetheart, this certainly was not your last ride. I absolutely
adore you, and I love your family. I especially love your mother,
and I like your father, too. I think this is great, and I will do
all in my power to get you to spread your sexy legs for your
daddy. I will be more than happy to do all of his foreplay for
him. He can take all the time he wants. I will never whine,
whimper, or complain, not even if this goes to the altar or
beyond. I'm letting you know right now, I intend to take you to
the altar and take your parents along on the honeymoon, and
furthermore, young lady, I am willing to raise all the incestuous
bastards he chooses to put in you."

That and the passionate kiss left her speechless until she found
her voice and said, "I am so ready to be my daddy's whore, and he
does want a whore that he can share with anyone of his choosing
even after marriage. If that was a serious proposal, and the
proposal still stands, I seriously accept. Is it? Does it?"

"Yes, April, the proposal still stands. Now, are you going to be
a good whore for your daddy?"

"Yes. I am now. I would have been sooner, but I never thought I
would ever find a guy like you. I don't get it. Why would you
agree to something like this?"

"I don't know, but I know I want you, only you, and I'll pay any
price."

"I hope you realize that he might share my pussy with a lot of
guys before giving you any. He might test you that way. I
wouldn't put it past him, and I will be a good whore once I start
down that path. You won't be getting any behind his back if
that's what you're thinking."

"I wasn't thinking that. Good whore says as much. No, I want you
to be a good whore for your daddy. I want to be tested. I will
pass any test. When he thinks I am ready and deserving, I'll be
grateful."

"God, where did you come from. You are perfect. Mom seemed to
know you were the one."

"We did hit it off right from the start."

"You sure did. She'll give you pussy, but don't get caught. He
won't get mad, and he probably won't mind, but he will use that
as an excuse to get back at you. Knowing him, he wants you
fucking his wife so he has a good excuse to keep me all to
himself and those he wants me to fuck. I don't want you to wait
any longer than you have to, but if you see a chance to go for
it, go for it. I'll never tell. She's easy, but I shouldn't need
to tell you that. She needs it bad, Greg."

"I noticed."

"Just so you know, I caught her fucking a neighborhood dog in our
kitchen just last week, caught her in the act, buck naked and
loving it. She was so into it, she didn't care. I stood there and
watched the whole thing. That mutt gave it to her good, too. When
it was all over, she just looks at me with this busted bitch
grin. I laughed my ass off, and it has been a running joke
between us ever since. I thought you might want to know what that
bitch shit was all about."

"I was curious, but how do you really feel about your mother
screwing dogs? I can't even imagine that with my mother, but if I
were to walk in on her like that, I think I would jackoff right
in her face and probably piss on her."

"Why would that upset you that way?"

"Because she has always been such an uptight prude all my life
and she is so damn sexy. I've had a case of blue balls since the
third grade. I wouldn't so much be upset that she was screwing a
pooch, but that she resorted to that before turning to me. I
should get it before a damn dog gets it. Shit, I just admitted to
being a mother fucker wannabe. Do you still want rides?"

"People who live in glass houses can't throw stones. Yes, I'll
ride with a mother fucker any day, or a wannabe, or a
wish-I-wuz."

"Are you?"

"That's awfully personal, Greg, but I'll come clean if and when
you ever graduate to full fledged mother fucker. You'll never be
one until you take the initiative. Moms, not even my mom, will
take the initiative. If you want to fuck her, fuck her. A mom
won't cry rape or ever tell anyone, so fuck her."

"Don't think I haven't thought about it a few thousand times."

"People with initiative only think about things once. As for
being upset with her, I see your point, but I don't care what my
mom screws. Looked good to me. Dad knows. He's okay with it, so
who am I to complain. They're adults."

"Suppose he decides to share you with the mutts?"

"I'm sure he will. I'll be a good whore. Is that a problem?"

"No, I guess not."

"Don't you think you should get it before a damn dog?"

"In this case, no, not if I am being tested."

"Wow, you are perfect. Well, I guess I better go in. I'm not
promising anything, but you could get me ready. Mom sure thinks
you can, so don't be shy. Show some fucking initiative, but don't
go too fast. Do it like foreplay. Bring him along as you bring me
along, but when it is obvious that I'm ready, pick me up and lay
me in Daddy's lap. He'll understand, but he could easily get
upset until he does understand - understand?"

"I think so. He might think you changed your mind and decided to
give it to me."

"Exactly, so easy does it."

"Why don't you just tell him that all I do is for him?"

"Because I haven't decided, yet, and I just might break my
promise. I could and he knows that. I need to think this through.
A lot will depend on how you act. If I can see that you really
will go through with this, all the way to the altar, well, that
is very tempting. You said you could get me to spread my sexy
legs for my daddy. Prove it, but if I do, I'm going all the way
with this. If I go that far, I will keep my full promise. By the
way, I told him that he could have my cherry, but that if he
would wait until I gave it, I would agree to serve as his whore
indefinitely. That was the only incentive that would hold him off
this long."

"How long?"

"I was twelve with my little legs held wide apart and his cock in
my pussy, stretching my hymen when I came up with that incentive.
We arrived at an agreement in that position. Mom was a part of
that. She was holding my legs while straddling my head on her
knees. My words were muffled by that cunt you saw. It took a long
time to hammer that deal out. They had to try and figure out what
I was saying."

"Jesus Christ! She doesn't look like a child molester."

"They're not really, they just had their fill of being teased
mercilessly. I had it coming, and they have waited patiently.
They have been true to their word. Now, it's up to me to be true
to mine. You could make it happen, and it could easily happen
tonight. You do have the magic touch."

With that said, I got a nice kiss, then she got out and pranced
to the spot where her mother stunned me. Good moons run in that
family. Christ, and she didn't even bother to look around first.
I swear I saw her tonsils. What a babe! What a fucking ass!

She gave me a lot to think about on the way home. She pretty much
placed her future in my magic hands. I got the impression she
could go either way. That promise was made under duress. Her mom
gave me the impression that she expected us to be granted
permission to date if we didn't push March [the father, actually
Marshall, but they called him March] too hard and demonstrated
our lust if not love for each other. I went over everything she
said and could not see where she was setting me up to get April
ready to fuck March in May.

On the other hand, everything April said told me that would be
the case, but she was torn. That was one hell of a promise. She
had a couple of very kinky parents to even want something like
that, and the image of June sitting on April's face [March, June,
April...cute, huh] wow, what an image. That was a close family. I
was sure that closeness and that level of intimacy didn't end
three years ago. June and April seemed awfully damn close for a
mother and daughter. March had to be getting blow jobs if not ass
to fuck. She did something to tide him over.

March was a tough guy to figure. He seemed straight and pleasant
enough, but April made him sound pretty kinky and possessive,
even vindictive. Did he have a cruel streak, I wondered. Would I
ever get any of April's pussy? Would I actually have to raise his
bastards or some other bastards bastards? Would his test ever
end? What was the point of having April if I couldn't have April?
Foreplay is great, but not as a steady diet. That was like
preparing a meal and watching someone else eat it. A person could
starve in a kitchen with a well-stocked pantry.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to be a part of
the whole family. I could be a key part by getting April to honor
her promise. Since April could go either way and left it to me, I
saw no reason why I shouldn't try to make everyone happy. Seemed
doable. I had good advice from two good sources and felt like I
was in tight with March. I couldn't see him getting upset unless
I acted like a total ass. I could see him slowing me down with a
comment, a hint, but I couldn't see him being rude unless I was
rude. Sucking on her tits while finger fucking her was definitely
out. That had to be a joke, then again, June did say we could try
that.

I ran through all sorts of what-if scenarios, trying to come up
with the best way to get her ready without upsetting March. Then
it hit me - vibrator - fuck her with a vibrator. I knew she
didn't have her hymen. Her cherry was technical. That pussy was
no stranger to a vibrator or a dildo. She was not virgin tight
and not all that snug. She took two fingers with ease, and two
fingers fucking her pussy did make her want to fuck. My mother's
vibrator would do the job much better. I could have her frothing
at the mouth of her cunt in no time. Here you go, Daddy, all
yours, one little whore all primed and ready.

Once I decided I had to have that vibrator, my mother comes home
and won't leave me alone for two minutes. I never saw her so
wildly exuberant and full of life. I thought she would go into a
number from The Sound of Music and do a Julie Andrews bit all
over the fucking house. She sure didn't need her fucking happy
wand, but I did.

Every time I went to slip into her bedroom, there she'd be: Greg!
What are you looking for?

I was down to five minutes and still no closer to getting that
crucial vibrator; furthermore, I could see she wasn't about to
leave me alone or get out of that mood she was in. Fuck it! I
took her by the shoulders to keep her in one place facing me, and
just said it: Mom, I need to borrow your vibrator.

Her face fell; she turned an instant red; she stared blankly with
her mouth open. You would think I asked her for something
intimately personal that no decent mother would ever touch much
less own. A single mother with four kids certainly wouldn't keep
one of those in the house. I gently closed her mouth and softly
said, "Mom, I know you are a woman - a normal, healthy, vibrant,
attractive, sensual and sexual woman. You have a vagina between
your legs. Don't try to deny it. Now, may I borrow your
vibrator...please."

She swallowed hard, then found her voice and said, "What for?"

"I have a date with a girl who wants to try one. I want to make
her very happy. She is very special, and I can tell you won't
need it tonight."

She smiled and got some color back as she said, "You're right. I
won't be needing it. If I do, I can always go back to the manual
method. Gee, I hope I remember how. [giggle] Those things spoil a
girl. [giggle giggle] God, it has been ages since I did it by
hand...you know...masturbate."

She had her mood back and I could tell she liked discussing this
subject with me, and at any other time, I would have loved that.
No telling where a conversation like that might lead. It might
lead to a demonstration - major fantasy there, but I had pressing
real-world issues. No time to play footsie with a horny mom, so I
said, "Mom, I'm in a big hurry."

"Follow me, eager beaver."

She goes to the nightstand, opens the bottom drawer, pulls out a
jewelry box, takes out the tray, and there it is - Mom's
vibrating self-fucking appliance - and right where I last saw it,
probably smelling just as sexy, but she gingerly picks it up,
brings it to her nose, makes a sour face, and says, "I'll have to
wash this."

I took it from her, saying, "Why, nothing about you is dirty, and
you didn't drop it."

That made her giggle and say, "Gregory, it reeks."

"Mom, one person's reek is another person's treasured scent worth
the risk of being caught rummaging through a mother's drawers and
private places to get a whiff."

That made her happy, but she said, "Well, she'll think it reeks.
Let me wash it."

"I'm surprising her. She won't be sniffing it first. I really
have to go, Mom."

"It needs batteries."

"I'll borrow the ones from the emergency flashlight."

"It takes C's' not D's'."

"Doesn't Jimmy have any toys that take C cells?"

"Yes, bit I raided them all. [in response to my narrow-eyed look]
Well, I need my buzz. Your mother has a very demanding vagina
between her legs, Greg - very demanding."

"A very demanding vagina is called a cunt, mother. What you have
between your legs is a horny cunt."

I don't know what possessed me to say that to her, but the effect
was instantaneous and profound. The word cunt brought that
reaction on, and I hit her with two cunts. That brought both
hands between her legs to squeeze her cunt through the fabric of
her dress like a little girl who had to pee real bad. I figured I
could be a little late, and I had to hear what she had to say.

She said, "Right you are, Greg. A demanding vagina is a cunt, and
your mother is a very horny cunt. Seeing you in her bedroom
holding her smelly cunt fucker by the smelly end isn't helping
any."

My mother doesn't say fuck; at least, I never heard her say
fuck...cunt for that matter, and she called herself a cunt, which
was something I would never dream of doing. I came closer and
said, "It is if you like the smell of your mother on your hand."

"Oh god, Greg, do you? Do you really like the way I smell?"

I came right up and licked her plastic fucker before her
astonished eyes. Her wide eyes watched every curling lap of my
tongue and the deep suck I gave it before coming off to say, "I
love the smell and the taste. My mother is a sexy woman with a
hot cunt between her sexy legs. She smells and tastes very
female."

"Oh fuck, Greg. I needed to hear that years ago, not now that you
are fixing to leave the nest and are headed out the door to play
with some young teeny bopper. I can do much better than wet a
dildo for you - much better. I'll wet anything you want wet -
anything - any time. I think you know where my cunt is. It's
between my fucking legs, Greg, between my fucking legs, just
above my fucking asshole, and believe me, it is a fucking
asshole. It is now."

"What do you mean, it is now?"

"I have to tell someone before I burst. I want to tell you, Greg.
Please let me tell you what I did today. I was bad, very bad.
After I tell you how bad, I just know you are going to call me a
slut or a whore."

This would make me late, but I had to hear this, so I pulled her
to the bed and we sat. I said, "Okay, tell me what you did,
Mother."

"Well, I got stuck in an elevator with three blacks today, but I
think they made it get stuck. I think they did that on purpose to
trap me."

"There is an emergency stop button. Stopping an elevator is
easy."

"Look, I'm no elevator technician. The fucker stopped and
wouldn't go."

"Okay, so you are trapped. Then what?"

"Well, they all start complementing me, especially my sexy white
legs, and they want to see more, and we needed to kill time.
Well, I showed them more, and more, and more, until I showed all
of my legs and all of my panties. Then they compliment my ass and
my pussy, which they can see because I am so wet. The crotch was
transparent. They want the panties off, so I stood there with my
dress way up while they take them off. Then the dress comes off,
then the bra, and I'm naked - naked with three black men with
hardons - great, big, beautiful, black hardons."

"And you wanted them."

"Yes, I wanted them, and I got all three at once, not right away,
but they all got in a hole and taught this white bitch to respect
black men and their magnificent cocks."

"You are a whore and a slut. You are a slut whore."

She smiled and said, "I was hoping you'd see it that way. Greg, I
know you need to run off and diddle your sweetie into submission,
but I want to continue this conversation with you. I want a date,
Greg, a time set aside for you and me. We do need to talk. I have
so much I want to say to you. We don't have to do anything. I
will leave that entirely up to you, but we should talk in a
private place."

"You have a date. How about tomorrow evening?"

"Can we go to a motel?"

I smiled and said, "A motel, huh. That is some talk you have
planned."

"I think you are interested in doing more than talking. I always
wondered until today, but I know that look. You know you are
sitting next to a whore with a hot cunt between her legs. Tell me
you don't know that. You can probably smell it."

I laughed, then kissed her, then said, "You're right. We need a
motel."

That got me a big hug and bigger kiss, then she eased away to say
seriously, "Greg, I trust you will keep this a secret. I had to
tell someone, and I'm glad it was you. I'm glad you know I'm a
whore...well, maybe not a whore but certainly a horny cunt. I am
especially concerned about the three kids who still think of me
as a decent mommy with a vagina between her legs."

I thought about that as I stood, thought some more, then faced
her to say, "No, I think I'll do you and them a favor."

"Greg, NO!"

"Mom, Frank is going through puberty hell, made more hellish by
sharing a roof with a sexy babe like you. Jimmy will soon be in
hell, and Tammy needs to know about pussy pleasers. I am
returning this to her, and I am telling my brothers what a hot
cunt you are. Now, you deal with that, but you are not torturing
any more innocent children."

"Greg..."

"I'm sorry. I love you, Mom, but you are a torture to live with,
and it is only because you won't be yourself and live your life
openly. You won't share and you won't let us in. You shut us out
and seal us off when we all crave physical intimacy with you,
even Tammy."

"But Greg..."

"No buts, Mom. I'm serious. Let them in and let them get as close
to you as they want to get. Return their love and affection with
as much enthusiasm as they give it. Be open to it. Welcome it. At
least be willing to give us what you so freely and willingly gave
three total strangers."

That brought a warm smile and, "Touchee...Okay, Greg, you got
through to me. You have given me much to think about. Do what you
feel you must, but before you go, I want to show you my fucked
cunt - my fucked asshole, too. I want to prove I wasn't making
that story up. If you are going to tell them what I am, you may
as well describe what I look like after letting three total
strangers fuck me. Maybe you don't want to see me like that. I'm
sure it's not a pretty sight. It's a very vulgar sight. Well, do
you or don't you?"

"I do...very much."

She smiled, hauled up her skirt, laid back, and fanned open her
legs to make a good beaver, then pulled her ass cheeks apart to
make it a vulgar beaver. She wasn't lying. She did get her holes
well fucked. She loved showing me that vulgar sight. As messy and
fucked up as it was, my mom had a cunt every bit as good as
April's mom, and she shaved the lips like April's mom. That was
unexpected as was her lining her fingers along those shaved lips
and pulling herself open while saying, "There. Get a good look at
the hole you kids came into this world through - Mommy's fuck
hole - the hole Mommy wants you to fuck, and Frank, and Jimmy if
he wants to."

"What, nothing for Tammy!"

"You can tell Tammy she is more than welcome to stick her tongue
in this hole. She can suck on this clit all she wants to, and
tell her she can keep the vibrator if she'll promise to fuck
herself with it to excess, and get the hole thing wet in that
sexy little pussy of hers. Will you tell her that?"

"Yes. I'd be glad to. You look great, Mom, never sexier, but I
have to go. I hate to, but I must."

"Suit yourself, but you are leaving a sure thing to take a
chance."

"Not with this magic wand. I'm going to a sure thing, and you
aren't going anywhere, and I won't let you change, so get used to
it. You are a whore; you will remain a whore; and if I ever hear
about you passing up any black cock, I'll whip your whore ass for
you."

She loved that trashy whore talk, or the man of the family acting
like a pimp, or maybe she wanted her ass whipped, possibly all of
the above, but that shit got her masturbating manually. I watched
for a minute or so, but then had to dash. I still had to stop on
the way to buy batteries and I was already late.

                                                   * * *

I arrived twenty minutes late, but dinner wasn't ready anyway.
April came up and gave me a boyfriend's welcome, nude of course.
I knew I would never get used to seeing that girl naked, but the
novelty this time was holding her nude body close while we
kissed. We did that right in front of her father with me holding
her by the ass that he sat close enough to poke a finger in. I
wasn't thinking about him; although I had been about to shake his
hand when she flouncing in. After that, I was thinking about that
ass and the great kiss I was getting. When he cleared his throat,
I thought about him and took my hands off her ass and my fingers
off her cunt lips.

Right after that lengthy kiss her mom comes out and announces
dinner is ready. I knew she'd say something about my dick. For
this dinner, I wore loose, thin slacks with no underwear. My
magic wand was stuck in my sock, unseen. I never showed a more
obvious hardon, and this one had a highly visible wet spot at the
head. June caught the tail end of that kiss and said, "Wow, that
was some kiss. Did you cum?"

March said, "No, but I was about to turn a garden hose on them."

June said, "Oh stop that, March. Can't you see they're in love."

"He seemed more interested in showing me my daughter's womb. I
see she's in heat and her stud is here and ready. Their genitals
are in love - no question about that."

"That's where love starts. Now you behave yourself, March, and
you can all march your genitals to the table and put them in a
chair. I am serving dinner - finally."

Well, we all take seats at the table with parents at each end and
April and I seated along one side with our two chairs butted
right up next to each other. March couldn't see into our laps
without leaning hard left and looking, but June positioned her
chair so that she wouldn't have to lean. Her place was more at
the corner - not too obvious. I am at June's end of the table and
April is at her father's, but they are both out of reach of us.
They have a big table.

June does the serving and is quite obviously excited about this
dinner. She was dressed for excitement, and I could swear the
dress she had on was one of April's. That dress did not fit her
in any way. The tops of her nipples showed. The hem just barely
hid her pussy, but rode the upper swells of her ass in back. She
could tug it down but didn't, so she showed half of her ass and
we could see all of her pussy from the rear. Unlike April, her
mother had a low-tucked pussy. You see it all from the rear, and
that sexy snatch sported a fresh shave and looked excessively
played with - all swollen, puffed up, and juicy. Her rear
demanded attention and got it each time she made trips to the
stove. We were actually seated in a huge kitchen that also served
as the dining room. June didn't have far to go to fetch the food.
The stove was about ten feet behind her chair to my left.

I though for sure someone would say something. Something needed
to be said. I figured April would but she didn't. March just
shook his head as though saying, "Christ, June, write please fuck
me on your ass why don't you."

I had to say something when it became clear that they wouldn't,
so with her ass to us, I said, "I do love that dress, June - very
sexy."

She looks back wearing a big smile and says, "Why thank you,
Greg. I borrowed one of April's. You probably think it's sexy
because it doesn't fit."

March said, "He thinks it's sexy because he can see your damn
cunt, June."

June stood and faced us, but she glared at March and fired back,
"Since when is it a damn cunt?"

He didn't say anything, and it was clear she didn't appreciate
that one damn bit. She came over to serve the mashed potatoes and
practically threw his in his plate, splattering some on his tie.
No, she didn't appreciate that one damn bit, and by March's
reaction, I didn't think he'd say anything more about her attire
or the way she wore it. I always thought he wore the pants in the
family, but June had me rethinking that assumption.

To me, this put a major damper on our little dinner party, but
April didn't seem to think so, like this shit goes on all the
time and is no big deal. June returned to the stove and made a
point of showing her ass, this time in a wide stance, begging
comment. April leaned over to whisper for me to say something
about her shave. I gave her a look like, "Are you crazy!" I got
nudged hard in the ribs, then nudged again, so I said, "June, I
hope this isn't too personal, but I couldn't help noticing how
smooth your labia lips are. Do you shave or do you use some sort
of hair remover?"

My question got her to remain in that obscene pose and look back
to me from between her legs, saying, "First of all, you may be as
personal as you'd like to be with me, Greg, and I will be totally
open and honest with you. To answer your very personal question,
I shave with a new razor to get it this close. By the way, we
call these cunt lips and we call this a cunt. Call them pussy
lips and pussy if you like, but clinical terms should be for a
doctor's office. If you must know, I shaved extra close and wore
this dress just for you. My husband knows that and he is just
being a brat. I assumed you liked shaved cunts since you like my
daughter's cunt so much."

"Yes, I do, very much. In fact, I just found out that my mother
shaves her cunt lips. I guess a lot of women are doing thatnow."

She stood straight, faced me, and lifted the front while saying,
"They are, but I shave it all off. What do you think of bald
cunts?" She said while coming over with a pan of peas.

She brought that bald cunt right up to me, clearly inviting a
good look and a feel, so I stared and felt her cunt because I
always wanted to do that to a wife in front of her husband. He
didn't say anything or even clear his throat, so I felt his
wife's cunt up real good. I even fingered it and toyed with her
fleshy clit. She set the pan down then used both hands to lift
the dress past her waist, so I used my free hand to feel up her
sexy ass. She starts rolling her cunt in my palm, and this shit
was getting heavy in a hurry. She was horny and getting ready to
fuck my brains out at the table. I would love to fuck a man's
wife in front of him, too. I forgot all about April until she got
me by the balls and squeezed.

That got my attention and brought both hands back to my lap. June
said, "You never answered my question. What do you think of bald
cunts?"

"I like them very much."

"You gave me that impression. Care for some peas?"

"Yes please."

She ladled out peas on my plate, then gave April some, then
leaned way across me to give hubby some, putting that sexy ass
and bald cunt right in my face. I wanted a whiff, so I put my
nose in it. Oh god, that was good pussy. I put my face in it.
When I did that, March began getting peas one at a time until
April said, "Mother, do you mind."

June had positioned her cunt directly in my face and did that by
placing her right foot in April's crotch. She was grinding that
beaver in my face and I was chowing down on that juicy snatch.
Little wonder we drew that comment from April, and June calmly
and innocently says, "Mind what, dear?"

"You know very well what. Get your fucking foot out of my cunt
and your bald cunt out of my boyfriend's face."

"Sweetheart, your boyfriend's face is in my bald cunt. I'm just
serving peas to your father."

"Yes, one pea at a time...MOM!"

"Oh, all right!"

Boy, did I ever have a wet face, probably red, too, and March
didn't look too happy, which is probably why April got up on her
hind legs. That MOM was serious. June tugged her skirt in place
and behaved herself while serving the roast beef. That made me
wonder if April wore the pants in the family. That one MOM
straightened her mom right out. I didn't think anything would.
The next thing I know, I'm being pulled from the table by April
after she excused us. She led me down the hall and into her
bedroom, then shut the door.

She faced me and sternly said, "You are not making any points
with me, and you are pissing my dad off. You act like you've
never had pussy before. Are you a virgin, Greg?"

"Well, that depends what you mean by virgin."

"Look, Mr. Clinton, have you ever fucked a pussy with your dick?
Yes or no?"

"Well...I uh...No."

"It shows. You need to get laid worse than she does. Look, go
ahead and fuck her, but let's remember why we're here. I've
thought it over and I want to give myself to my dad and go all
the way. I want to fuck his brains out, and I thought about
taking him by the hard cock and leading him in here. I would
rather you make a gift of me. He'll like it that way better. Just
work me up and lay me in his lap like I told you. After we get
going good, fuck mom. You may as well, because you aren't getting
any of my pussy for a long time."

"I blew it, huh?"

"I wouldn't say you blew it, but he has cause to make you suffer.
It's nothing personal, but all he needed was the excuse. You gave
him that. You may as well get the fuck that goes with it."

"Are you okay with that?"

"I was always okay with that. I'll be getting plenty of fucking.
It was you I was worried about. I thought you wanted me, but you
just want to fuck something."

"I want you, April."

"You want me, too, but I understand. You need to understand that
I can't help you. You are at his mercy, and until he feels any,
you ain't getting any of this pussy. Greg, there is nothing
terribly special about this pussy. Pussy is pussy. They are only
a little different like Coke and Pepsi. It all feels good on a
hard dick. Close your eyes and you can be fucking anyone you want
to fuck."

"Aren't you concerned that they might think we're in here
fucking?"

"I'm sure they're not thinking that. They think I'm in here
chewing your ass. When we go out, look chewed, and pay attention
to me and only me. Eat something, then go to work. Once you
start, it won't take long, I assure you. In a way, this is good
because I can tell Dad that I told you about the promise and that
I told you that you don't get any pussy until Dad gets my cherry
and then says you can. That will put him at ease and he'll be
rooting for you. You can then do anything that advances the
cause. He'll be all for whatever appears to be working. Work me
over good, Greg. Turn me into a blubbering slut for him."

"This is great, April. This is much better."

"It should be. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Okay, look chastised."

I tried. She led me back out and sat me down, then took her seat
and said, "I found out what the problem was. He's virgin."

Shit! I didn't think she'd tell them that, but that did explain
the problem. March relaxed and June said, "Well, no wonder he
behaved that way - poor thing. He was starving."

April said to her father, "I told him about the promise. He knows
you get my cherry, and he knows he doesn't get any pussy until
you say he can."

I saw the reaction of both parents, and they were both surprised,
very pleasantly so. I couldn't tell which was more thrilled to
hear that news. The first to speak was June, and she said to me,
"Greg, you do realize that the sooner he gets his, the sooner
you'll get yours. I know you can do it, Greg. I know you can make
her want it. I want you to know that I'll take good care of you
while you wait out your turn. If you set your mind to it, you
could kiss that virginity goodbye tonight."

Then March said, "You can have all of that bald pussy you want,
son, and you'll never get a more enthusiastic piece of ass in
your life than you will off my wife. She's a bona fide
three-holer, and you can cum in any hole. Get me April, and she's
all yours, kid. Fuck her any time you want, treat her like a
whore, share her with your buddies. She'll even fuck your damn
dog."

I thought he went a bit too far, and that dog crack was totally
uncalled for, but June said, "I will, Greg. Seriously, treat me
like a whore. I am a whore, a bitch too for that matter. It won't
bother me one bit if you treat me like what I am. If it will
amuse you or your friends, breed me like a bitch. If March has
April, that won't bother him one bit."

April got our attention by ringing her wine glass with her knife,
then calmly saying, "You people seem to be forgetting one very
important thing here. You act like Greg can just stick a finger
in my pussy and turn me into a slut. The slut has had fingers in
her before and didn't turn slut. Yes, I will honor my promise,
the whole thing, but I didn't say I would honor it tonight, or
this week, or this year. Nothing has changed, I'm just
reaffirming my pledge and letting this pussy hound know that he
can bark up this tree all he wants, but the coon that falls out
falls in Daddy's lap, or he places it there. Now, can we eat.
That's what we are here for, dinner, just dinner."

That did put things in better perspective and cooled two very
excited parents, but they were still gratified to know that the
promise was still intact and on track. March said to April,
"Right you are, April, but let me say that I appreciate the fact
that you intend to honor your pledge to us and honor it fully
when you feel the time is right. I have waited over three years,
and I'll wait three more if need be, as long as I know I will
eventually have you."

April smiled and toasted him with her wine glass as her mom said,
"You are right, April. We do get carried away, and I am guiltier
than your father, but if you're not ready, you're not ready. I am
very gratified that you still feel obligated to honor that
pledge. I was sure you didn't and had no intention of ever
mentioning it again much less reaffirming it like this.
Sweetheart, I toast you, and if you don't mind, I'll propose a
toast to the two of you."

We all raised our glasses as June said, "Here's to the perfect
couple, a match made in heaven, and to a magnificent cock on a
charming young man. May that virgin cock not ache long for the
sweet caress of the most gorgeous and tastiest cunt in all of
God's creation, and I am speaking of your cunt, April."

We clinked glasses and drank. April then said, "Thank you,
Mother. That was a beautiful toast. Now, I would like to offer a
toast to the cock if Greg would be so kind as to stand and
present it for toasting."

That was the best offer I had all evening, so I stood, unzipped,
and hauled out a rigid ramrod of a cock, all nine inches of
throbbing young manhood strung like a bow and weeping with aching
need. Since I am awfully proud of the balls, too, I hauled them
out, and there I stood, proud as a peacock.

April takes hold of my cock and lifts her glass saying, "Here's
to the magnificent cock that can make dreams come true for two of
the greatest parents any girl ever had." She then brought it to
her lips and sucked on it like a girl who was already very horny
and only needed to suck on some cock to make her hornier. We all
thought we were going to see a blow job, but she came off before
the cock went off. She sat back and went, "Oh god, I am so
screwed." That was a toast we all drank to.

Well, I sat and all the toasting was behind us. The food was
getting cold, but my dick was still out and hard. April still had
her hand on it, pumping to keep it that way while she ate slices
of roast beef without cutting it into bite size pieces. My mother
would have said something about that or cut her meat for her.
Juices dripped all over her tits and ran to her crotch, but her
parents were very pleased with this. They were even more pleased
when she'd take a break to suck some cock. Her meal seemed to be
mashed potatoes, peas, roast beef, and cock.

I had never been part of a meal before. I must say, that is a
novel experience, and the parents were giving me smiling thumbs
up each time their naked daughter went down on me. I was just
sitting there being very rude, but that was what I got smiling
thumbs up for. Being rude was easy, but I could be a lot ruder,
so when she went down, I reached around her hip and fingered her
pussy. They strongly approved of that rudeness.

By the time we get through with the meal, we are all being rude.
The parents are masturbating, and June is doing it in the nude
with her bare feet on the edge of the table. My mother would
never do that at the dinner table, not even now. You don't even
rest elbows on a dinner table, much less feet.

April looked ready to fuck to me, but she said blubbering, so I
remembered the magic wand. To use it on her, I had to make her
sit up straight in her seat, but when she saw what I drew out of
my sock, her eyes went wide, then her thighs went wide. I flipped
that hummer on and went to work.

That kid loves a vibrating dildo. She hooked both heels at the
outer edges of her seat, gripped the seat's sides, and fucked
herself. She was a blubbering slut in no time, and I could
deliver her at any time, but I gave her a good cum, then picked
up her limp, wasted body and laid it in her father's smiling lap.
He thanked me, then took her off to the bedroom. June grabbed my
hand and dragged me along. There, we watched a father fuck the
hell out of his daughter. We couldn't take too much of that; at
least, June couldn't. She threw me onto my back and raped my
young ass right beside them. Bye bye virginity.

April and I were two well-fucked lovers when we finally looked to
each other. We both grew weak smiles, then she says, "Thank you,
Greg."

"It was my pleasure, April."

"Do you still want to marry me?"

"More than ever."

"Do you mind waiting?"

"No. I'll wait forever."

"Pussy is pussy, isn't it?"

"I'll let you know after I've had more than one. I'm about to
sample two more - Mom and sis."

"Incest is best. That pussy is different. That is forbidden
pussy, the best."

"I'm thinking you may be right. I'm thinking you would know."

April smiled and looked to her mother who was still gently riding
a semi-rigid dick while eaves dropping. She said, "Mom, Greg
thinks I eat your pussy and we fuck each other."

June smiled as she got off and crawled over to mount April's
head. She smothered the bitch in fucked cunt while saying to me,
"Is that what you think, Greg. Do you think we have been sexually
molesting this girl for years? Is that the type of parents you
think we are?"

That was a loaded question, especially since her father was still
fucking her in a pussy he had just cum in. I smiled and said,
"Molesting is all in the eyes of the beholder. I see love being
expressed by a loving father, and I see a mother feeding her
child. What's wrong with that?"

"Not a damn thing, Greg, not one damn thing."

March said, "Welcome to the family, Greg. Your family is also
welcome. We should all get together and get better acquainted. We
could be one big happy family if your mother and I hit it off."

June was quick to say, "His mother and you! Look buster, you are
not getting another wife unless she and I hit it off, and we
won't hit it off unless she recognizes who wife number one is and
who the kids answer to. Then and only then will you get another
wife and another whore for your stable. Greg may not want his
mother and his sister serving you as whores and bitches. Then
again, maybe he does like the idea. Something put the lead back
in his pencil in a hurry."

She hit that nail on the head. She hit a fantasy square on the
head, too, and after the intimate time I had with my new mother,
that did seem doable - at least, possible. She liked the idea of
being a whore, and liked the idea of Tammy fucking herself to
excess. That was something to build on, and we did have a date to
talk. I was smiling awfully big while stroking an awfully big
hardon. June decided to switch mounts.

To make a long story short, my mother was very open to the idea
of being another man's whore, and what sold her on the idea was
the knowledge that he liked breeding his whores to mutts. Turns
out she was very bisexual with a keen interest in seeing Tammy
get bred. To say my mother and April's parents hit it off is a
major understatement. We kids ate popcorn while watching the
three of them get it on. My mother went bonkers over bald cunt
while getting fucked in the ass. If my brothers and sister
weren't very much into this, they would have been forced intoit.

Tammy wasn't even asked. She was stripped naked and given to
March, and I mean given, as in, here, take her, she's yours. 
March took her and kept her. He also bred her like a bitch right
in front of all of us, and that was after he and three of his
buddies fucked hell out of her. I will say she made a real good
bitch after getting a fucking like that, and she had the life she
wanted. She was told she could wear anything she wanted to school
as long as she kept clothes on. One of the guys who fucked her
was the principal. The other two were influential members of the
school board.

That solved that mystery. I never saw my mother any happier, and
I take it back. She will masturbate at the dinner table with her
feet on the table. I honestly didn't think she could do something
like that, or feed a dog from the table, not pussy, anyway. You
think you know your own mom. Guess not, but who wants to know a
mom who isn't a shameless and perverted slut. They are no fun.

                                                     The End

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