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Jane Jones, was a small framed woman, but what her body lacked in
size, was more than made up for in grit, determination, and attitude.
She had raised three children by herself, without the help of the
"Sperm Donor," as she called her ex-husband.
She supported her children, without the help of anybody. Jane had a
good job, as executive VP of sales and marketing at a big city
corporation. She continued her families church going attitude, and
never missed a sunday service.
She had gone on to school, while her loser of an ex, struggled with
menial jobs, and low pay, because of felony conviction before they
were married.
Her ex Frank, was a bad boy when he was in high school. He hung around
with the cretins and scum during high school, and ended up with a
record, for grand theft, just before they were married, in her, and
his, small home town. At the time, she always liked bad boys, as they
excited her, and Frank was indeed the baddest of the bunch.
She and her children, wouldn't even be here, if not for the funeral.
Her mother had just passed away. They had traveled 350 miles, to
settle the estate, and sell the house.
Jane had taken a leave of absense, to clear up the details, and attend
the funeral. Seeing it was summer vacation, her children were out of
school, and came with her, back to her childhood home.
After the burial, Jane spent the next days, in her Mom's house,
sorting out what she would keep, and what was to be sold at auction.
Jane's children, kept busy helping her pack, and placing all the items
they wanted to keep, in the garage.
When Jane and Frank divorced, she sued him for alimony, and child
support, but he soon returned to the small town, and found work, for
cash, so as not to have to pay anything.
"Can't get blood out of a turnip." He told the judge, repeatedly.
Over the years he was called into court, but always "had no visible
means of support" for himself, until Jane finally quit pushing the
issue.
She figured, she was better off, without his money, and at least he
never went for visitation. The trade off was the best, as far as Jane
was concerned.
Jane had become hardened towards men in the past, and seldom was seen
with men, let alone dating one.
Today was Tuesday. Jane and her kids were getting things just about
wrapped up, so they could return to the city by Friday.
Jane's children, Mel, Jodi, and Ryan, were still busy carrying things
from the basement, as Jane herself, boxed up her mother's bedroom
items. An unusual silence got Jane wondering what her kids were up to
and went to investigate.
In the garage, the children were being held at gun point, by one of
Frank's old gang members.
All three huddled in the corner, as Jane entered. She had not seen
Bob, with the gun, until she entered, and was standing by her
children.
Mel, short for melissa, was the tallest, and the oldest, at seventeen.
She had black hair, much like her mother, and inherited her light
complection, and body. Her hair was long, her face well defined, and
her breasts were full and firm.
Jodi was the the next oldest, at sixteen. She got her light blond
hair, from her father. She was more of a tomboy, and kept her body
hidden, to keep her younger male playmates, from knowing she was
indeed a girl.
Ryan, was the youngest of the children. He was always getting in
trouble. Jane had silently called him a chip off the old block. He
resembled his father to a tee, and Jane sometimes over punished him
subconsciously, for acting like his father.
A catcall of a whistle, got Jane's attention. Her horror grew ten
fold, as she looked to see Bob, holding a gun poited at them.
"Well, well." Bob said hungrily. "Looky what we have here? We've got a
fine selection of pussy. They all look ripe and sexy."
The crude words took Jane by surprise, as she shuddered at the gun
barrel, pointed in their direction.
Franks old gang, was known for getting girls to have sex, in return
for their boyfriends, not getting beat up. A couple of the girls had
gotten pregnant, and finally one of them, sued for rape. The entire
gang was tested for DNA. Bob's was a match to the child, and he was
sent to prison. Unbeknownst to Jane, he had recently become released.
Jane had never gotten that ritual done to her, as she was going with a
gang member, and was considered off limits.
Soon Jane shook violently, as Frank appeared in the doorway.
"You son-of-a-bitch." Jane said angrily. "What are you doing here? I
want you out of this house, immediately!"
"Hey, sugar drawers." Bob said, waving the gun menacingly. "What you
want and what you get, are two different things."
Jane feared for her childrens lives now, and she reached around them,
as if she were a mother hen.
"Just get out, and leave us alone." She snarled. "We don't want you
here, and I don't care to see either one of you again."
Frank walked slowly towards the trembling group, and lightly brushed
the back of his hand across Jane's cheek. She recoiled at his touch,
and turned away silently, biting her lip in repulsion.
"You look good, hot twat." Frank said.
The phrase was Bob's pet name for Jane, while they were together. She
since grew to hate those words.
"Go talk your trashy lingo, to someone else." Jane fired back. "I am
doing fine without you, and I don't care who you are, we'll be out of
here soon, and you'll be in jail."
Frank reached around Jane, and roughly squeezed her ample breast,
through her blouse. He payed particular attention to her nipple.
"These things still get hard, when you're excited?" Frank asked.
Jane always had very sensitive nipples. She was sometimes embarassed,
at their untimely erection, when she was in a meeting or shopping.
They were long, and got very hard, during her excited moods.
"Leave me the fuck alone." Jane screamed. She amazed at herself, for
using such crude language. In all her years, she had only said the "F"
word, a handful of times, and that was only during the heat of
passion. She was a devout christian, and they never used language like
that.
"I see my kids are all grown up." Frank spoke again. "Anybody want to
give daddy a hug?"
"You're just their donor. They don't know you, and they don't want to,
either." Jane said, as she hugged her children tighter.
As she spoke, Bob reached into a canvas bag, which was by his side, on
the floor.
"Hear you go Frank." Bob said, tossing the metal items to his old gang
member.
They were hand cuffs. Frank caught them expertly, and turned to the
cowering group.
"Here you go, hot twat. Put these on the little vixens, and cuff
yourself to Frank Jr."
Frank Junior, was the boys given name. Jane had his name legally
changed to Ryan, after their divorce. She wanted to cut all ties, with
her ex, and never have to be reminded of the childrens father.
"I won't......." Spat Jane.
Bob walked over to the group, and pushed the barrel to Ryan's head.
"Do it bitch, or the kid gets ventiation, in his head." Bob said.
Nervously Jane complied. She cuffed one of Mel's wrists, to one of
Jodi's. She then cuffed her right wrist, to Ryans' left wrist.
"Now." Frank said. "Let's take the family, to the family room."
In the past, Frank had only been in the family room, in the basement,
one time. He and Jane were making out heavily there, when her parents
came home, unexpectedly, and caught them. She was grounded, by her
overly religeous parents, and Frank was never allowed back into their
house.
Jane and Ryan, led the way, as Mel and her sister followed. Bob
prodded them, with the gun, as Frank picked up the canvas bag, and
trailed behind them.
Once down stairs, they were all made to sit, on the sectioal sofa.
Jane's eyes grew wide, as Frank pulled out a laong slim dildo, from
the bag. Mel's face was one of shock, as she too, recognized the
phallus.
Frank turned the thing on, and it began to buzz loudly. He placed it
at Jane's lips and teased her with it. Jane turned her head away in
disgust.
"Do you know what this thing is boy?" Frank asked Ryan.
Ryan shook his head slowly. He had heard of these things, but never
actually seen one.
"It's a fake dick, boy. A plastic cock, if you will." He said
laughing. "Here, take it."
With his free hand, Ryan grabbed the dildo.
"Put the tip of it, on your moms tit." Frank ordered.
Puzzled by his words, Ryan sat confused. Jane's face grew white, as
she knew what Frank wanted.
"Never." Jane spat. "I don't know what you guys want, but we aren't
going to do anything gross and perverted, to satisfy your sick
fantasies."
Again Bob apporoached Ryan, and held the pistol to his temple.
"I've told Bob here, about your tit's, and he came here today, to find
out for himself, if I ain't lying." Frank said.
"I'll scream." Jane said, grasping at false hopes of getting these
two, to leave her family alone.
"Ain't nobody gonna hear ya." Frank laughed. "I remember, this room is
sound proof, just the way your daddy built it. That's why he caugh us.
We never heard him coming down."
She knew Frank was right. In fact, in her growing up years, she'd
never heard her own parents, making love. She always suspected, they
did it in this room, because it was built with many layers of
insulation, to prevent noises from escaping.
Soon, Jane felt the dildo, rubbing through her blouse, as her own son,
moved the tip across her nipple. She turned a deep shade of red,
knowing what was about to happen.
In moments, the vibrating took it's affect, on her nipple. It became
long, erect, and well pronounced. Her thin bra, and light blouse, did
nothing to,hide the prominence of her hard bud.
"Now the other one." Frank ordered.
Ryan was stunned by his mothers huge nipple pointing through her
clothing, and eagerly traced a path around her other one, with the
buzzing toy.
Again, the other nipple began to lengthen, and harden.
"See." Said Frank excitedly. "I told you she was a whore. Only whores
become turned on that fast."
"My mother is not a whore." Mel yelled at the two men, chuckling
because of her mothers display.
"Hmmmm." Bob said. "Did this one inherit anything from her mother?"
Frank gave Bob the thumbs up sign, and Bob stared giving orders
himself.
"Do it to your sister." Bob said gruffly. "Let's see if she's a little
whore like her mommy."
Ryan still had the gun barrel at his head, and realized he must do as
he was told.
"Sorry Mel ..... I have to." Ryan said, as he reached the toy towards
his sister.
"No you don't, you sick freak. Keep that thing away from me." Mel
scowled.
Everybody heard the click, as Bob cocked the hammer on the pistol. The
group froze and waited.
"Let me explain something to you all, and get it straight. I'm going
back to prison soon. I just robbed the fantasy store, over in Nanton.
The fuckin clerk didn't hesitate to give me the cash, but some goody
two-shoes, tried to save his money. I shot him and killed him. I'm
going to go away for along time, so's might as well go away for two or
more, than just one. I ain't got a problem, doing what I did
yesterday, so you'd better behave, and maybe I won't kill you all."
"He means it." Frank added. "He's been in prison before. He's almost
looking forward to going back. Ain't ya?"
"Naw." Bob answered. "I got's me a queen waiting to bend over at my
slightest whim, when I get back. But for now, ain't nobody knows,
where I'm at. It's a good thing we walked over here, so's nobody can
come looking either."
Jane now realized, that her son and family, were at the mercy of this
gay felon. She only hoped her son was safe, with his father being
there.
"Well boy? What ya waitin fer? Check out them milkers on yer sister."
Bod ordered again.
Mel hung her head in shame, as Ryan rubbed the vibrator, over her
tender nipples. She was wearing only a loose cotton shirt. She seldom
wore a bra, doing house work, but always made sure that her shirt, or
blouse, was thick enough, so as not to show any evidence of her own
ample breasts.
As Ryan pushed the vibrator to her breast, a slight gasp escaped, Mels
lips. She knew fully well what was going to happen. She had seen her
mothers hard nipples on occaion, while shopping, and she was well
aware of her own nipples becoming erect at the sight.
Melissa had never been too outgoing with boys. Her studies preceeded
her own selfish palytime. Once she graduated, and went on to college,
there would always be time to find a man, to settle down with, and get
married. Up until now, she had only dated two boys. They only wanted
one thing, and Mel would never agree to that. She had learned, from
her mother, that all men and boys were the same. They were only good
for making life miserable, by their crude behavior.
As Ryan started to notice his sisters nipple begin topoke through the
thick material, he was forced to push the dildo harder into her chest,
making Mel very uncomfortable.
"Look at that, will ya." Bob said. "She does have her momma's tits.
Them nipples are hard as rocks."
To Mel's shame, she looked down at her chest and realized he was
absolutely right. Her nipples were tenting the fabric of her shirt,
and with Ryan pushing harder on her chest, they seemed extremely
oversized. A tear, slowly rolled down her cheek, as she hung her head,
in utter shame.
After watching this scene unfold, Jane started to stand and defend her
daughter.
Quicly Bob pulled the gun from Ryan's head, and fired in into the
ceiling. The loud clap of muzzle blast, was deafening. The slug became
lodged, in the layers of insulation, and everybody became frozen in
place.
"I ain't gonna tell you again." Bob shouted. "This ain't no church
social we're at. I came here to hide from the police, and help your
old man out. He wanted revenge, and I needed a place to stay, til the
heat is off. Now either you can live with us being here, and do as we
say, or I can shoot the whole lot of you, and still stay here til the
heat's off. It's up to you."
Resigned to their collective fates, they became quiet and docile.
"Now Missy?" Bob said, pointing the gun to Jane's chest, accentuating
her enormous breasts. "You wanna try something? Or are you going to
listen? Tell me whore. Tell everybody what you want me to do? They'll
listen to you."
"I ... I'll behave, I mean we'll behave. We don't want to get harmed.
We'll all do as you say. Anything you want." Jane said in soft
acceptance. She was bound to totally submit to these evil men, if it
meant a chance for them to live and maybe escape. Her family would
have to understand, if they ever survived this horrendous ordeal. She
would explain it all later, she hoped. Although she was very wary of
her exhusbands deviant desires. In the past he had proposed some
extremely kinky scenario's, which she flatly refused. Actually, that
is what part of the divorce was about. Frank had become more
introverted, at her unwillingness to cooperate. She now knew, that if
given the chance, she would be forced to do unspeakable acts.
Moreover, even unthinkable acts. Little did she know, how low of a
degenerate, her ex really was.
Bob and Frank were now whispering to each other, out of earshot from
the four captives. Bob laughed out loud, at one of Franks unheard
remarks. The two men eyed the family, and again started to whisper.
The exchange of obscene hand signals,  between the two, made a lump
grow, in the pit of Jane's stomach. She could only pray for some kind
of salvation. Unfortunately, none was to come.
Frank walked over to Jane and began to explain.
"Bob has me under his control. He has the gun, and he is about to
force me into doing something, I have no intention of doing." He said
plainly. "I, as well as you four, am completely at his disposal.
Everything I do, will be against my will."
This was a setup from the go. Jane knew that Frank was the driving
force, behind everything that was about to happen. His explanation was
only a facade. An illusion to make sure, he would not go to jail,
along with his buddy Bob, after this was all over.
Bob stepped up behind Frank and started to speak.
"OK, Frank. It's fun and games time. We're in the family room, so
let's act like family. A very close family. Pretend I'm not here, and
enjoy. Why don't you take off Janes blouse, so she'll be more
comfortable."
Frank quickly pulled Jane's blouse, from the waistband of her slacks,
and began to unbutton it. He opened it up, laying both sides wide
open.
"Tear the damn thing off of her." Bob yelled.
This was because the handcuffs, would not allow the blouse to be
completely discarded.
Frank jerked roughly at the thin material, the seams split, and soon
the blouse lay on the floor, like a pile of rags.
"Nice jugs there, bitch." Bob whistled. "Bet you like all the women to
see em."
Jane's head snapped up, at his accusation. Defiantly, she looked him
in the eye. Frank had called Jane a dyke, and a lesbian, in the past,
because of the divorce. Although she had never been with another
woman, he figured that her sexuality was low for him, because of an
affair with one of her female coworkers.
Ryan tried not to look, but stole a few unconscious glances, at his
mothers near naked breasts.
"Here, cut that jug sling off'n her." Bob said, handing Frank a knife.
With one quick slice of the blade, Jane's bra popped apart, and her
massive breasts emerged, free and unemcumbered. Her nipples were dark
brown, and her areola were tight and wrinkled. She drew in a agsp, and
blushed a deep crimson color. Jodi and Mel, turned their heads away,
at her mothers embarassment, but Ryan ogled his mothers large breasts
without blinking.
Another two slices of the knife, gave Frank the opportunity. to pull
the undergarment from his exwife.
"I'll bet they's DD's for sure." Bob giggled.
"Nope." Replied Frank, reading the lable. "38DDD."
"Bet they're great for titty fucking." Bob added. "Bet you'd love to
get your dick smothered, between those puppies."
Ryan finally regained his decorum, and turned his appreciative gaze,
away from his mother's big boobs.
"Well now." Said Bob, waving the pistol around. "This ain't right. We
got mom to show us what she's been hiding, how about the rest of the
family?"
Jodi whimpered, and Mel began to cry out loud, at his statement.
"To be really fair." Frank said. "We'll do you all."
Frank then took the long blade and stuck it under Ryan's tshirt. With
one rip it was half off. Another slice and it came off completely.
Next he went to Mel.
"No daddy, please?" She softly mumbled.
The word daddy made Franks blood boil. I wasn't good enough to call or
write to, but now in a bind, I was supposed to save her? She was just
like her mother taught her. A man hating bitch, who deserved this
abuse. With steely eyes, he first ripped open the buttons of her
shirt, and then, quickly sliced away her bra.
Mels tits bounced, as she sobbed deeply. They were at least
compareable to her mom's, although, they were a bit smaller, and more
firm. Her excited nipples poked out as if she were at attention.
"What size are those funbags?" Bob asked, leering at her naked tits.
"38DD" Frank answered.
Like a man possessed, he finally reached Jodi. She, unlike her mom and
sister, was hard as nails. She sat upright, and decided she would not
give these animals, any pleasure in her humiliation.
"The sweatshirt she wore, was quickly cut from her small frame, and
then her bra was cut off, even faster."
"34C." Frank stated out loud, letting Bob know her bra size also.
Ryan was in heaven. He ogled each sister, back and forth. Their tits
were finally nude to his gaze. He had wanted this for years. His
hunger had on many occasion, drove him to raid their clothes hamper,
and sniff the used undergarments. The perfume from Mel's bra got him
erect instantly. Whereas, Jodi's bras, had only a slight sweaty odor.
He hadn't up until this time, taken notice of his own problem.
"Hey." Bob said. "Look at the boy there. He's got a bone on for his
family."
Bob was right. All the naked tit flesh he had just seen, caused him to
get a very large hardon. He shifted in his seat, to alleviate the
pressure, but it only served, to make it look more pronounced. His
face became first white at the thought of being caught, but soon his
face became red with embarassment. His sisters looked at him with
disgust as he struggled to make it go down.
Bob saved Ryan from any further humiliation as he spoke again.
"Hey Frank. How about that titty fuck. I'll bet you'd love to get that
cock between her massive tits."
Shugging his shoulders, as if being forced to do this, Frank pulled
his zipper down, and hauled out his semi erect cock. It was never very
big, but it looked longer than his normal seven inches today, than it
ever did. And it was still half soft.
Mel and Jodi turned their heads to keep from seeing this horrible
sight.
"Wait a minute Frank." Bob said loudly. "Everybody watch daddy, or
else."
Reluctantly both girls and Ryan, turned to watch Frank approach their
mom. He rubbed his cock and it became hrder and longer. As he reached
Jane's position, she turned, sideways to avoid contact. Frank was
dissapointed at her refusal, as was Bob.
"No problem Frank." Bob said. "There are four more tits to fuck here.
Janes head snapped back in horror, as Frank started to walk towards
Mel.
"No please. Do mine." Jane blurted out, hoping to save her daughter
from this gross and disgusting deed. "Put it between my breasts."
"You ain't got no breasts, bitch." Bob laughed out loud. "You're a
whore, an whore's only got tits. Now ask again nicely, for what you
want."
"P ...please put your thing between my t  tits." Jane said.
Jane hated slang language, and even more, vulgar language. She
detested having to say crude comments, but, for the sake of her
daughters innocense, she'd do just about anything.
Jane became very cooperative and pushed her chest out to fFrank, as he
grabbed a tit in each hand, and sqeezed them together, enveloping his
hard cock.
As Jane turned her head away from watching her ex using her chest as a
sexual plaything, Mel began to lower her head, in humiliation for her
mother.
"You all want to turn away?" Bob said, getting their attention. "Next
one that turns away from the action, can have fun while doing it.
We'll have daddy fuck them up the old shit pipe, while they turn away.
How's that?"
Immediately all eyes we on the sight of Frank thrusting his member,
between his exwife boobs.
Frank had rarely tit fucked his wife, while they were married, and
never once had her lick his cock on the up stroke. She said it was un-
natural, and sick to do so. Blow jobs and oral sex, to her, were urban
legends, as was swallowing a mans cum.
Jane was sure Frank and Bob had this all figured out beforehand, as
she listened to Bob's next command.
"Open your mouth, and suck it when it gets close to your lips."
Without hesitation, Jane did as asked. She formed an O, with her lips
and awaited Franks stroke to enter her mouth. As Franks cock head
entered her mouth, he yelped in pain. Being inexperienced, she grazed
her teeth along his shaft, bringing great discomfort to Frank.
"Open your mouth, whore." Bob screamed. "Or I'll put a hole in your
daughter, where she ain't got one yet."
Jane laughed to herself, at the thought of bringing her ex, pain after
all these years.
The taste, she found, was not all that unpleasant. She soon began to
remember the girl talk, about how a girl was supposed to suck and use
her tongue on a man's penis, while blowing them. She decided to try
it, and get him off quickly, to shorten the humiliation she was
receiving. Her effort was not lost on her children, as they watched
her tongue move vigorously inside her mouth. They could hear her
sucking lips, everytime Frank pulled out. This was a sexual side to
their mother, they had never seen, muck less heard about. All they
were ever taught, was sex was something you do for making babies, and
on rare occasions, if you really love someone.
Jane's amateur-like blowjob, was getting to Frank. He began to harden,
and grow longer in her sucking mouth. His breathing quickened, and he
began to force his cock down her throat. With the knife in one hand,
and the other free, Frank pulled Jane's head forward, as he reached
his climax. Jane struggled for air as he pushed deep, down her throat.
She had no choice but to swallow all he had to give, so he might
release his grip, and allow her to breath. Jane's swallowing muscles,
were a great turn on for Frank, as he continued to squirt his sperm,
down her throat.
As Frank shot the last spurt, deep in his exwife's belly, he pulled
out of her mouth, and staggered to a chair, on the far side of the
room. He flopped down into the chair, exhausted.
Jane was still gasping for air, as she suddenly realized what she had
just swallowed. She began to wretch, and heave. Her ex husbands spend
was coming back up, as she puked all down the side of the couch she
sat on. She had tried to reach the floor, beside the couch, but her
being handcuffed to her son, made it immpossible. Thus the puke was
splattered all over the arm and all over her own jeans.
"Now that's the way a whore sucks cock, except for the puking
afterwards." Bob bellowed and laughed at the sight of Jane gagging on
her ex husbands cum. "A true whore would relish the taste of man
cream."
Stunned by the sight, they had just witnessed, the three kids were
still staring at Jane. Ryan's cock had gotten hrder, and soon was at
full attention, tenting his pants obscenely.
"That's gross." Mel whispered, and turned away from her brother. Jodi
followed suit, and Jane was now barely able to breath.
"That ain't gross missy." Bob bellarede. "That just means he's a man.
He likes sex, and sucking. He likes your tits too. I can tell. He's
been admiring them, anytime he gets a chance."
Mel blushed deeply, as Bob turned his attention to her.
"What do you think boy?" Bob asked, as he again waved the gun at the
family. "Big sisters got a nice rack, don't she?"
Ryan nodded his head silently.
"Speak up boy. I can't hear you." Bob demanded.
"Y..yes. She does." Ryan murmurred.
"Well don't tell me, boy. Tell her." He laughed.
"Mel ... You have nice breasts." Ryan said softly.
"They're tits boy. Any woman has breasts, but whores have tits. Big ol
fat juicy tits." Bob said. "Now missy, he gave you a compliment, arent
you going to thank the young man?"
A shocked look, came to Mel's face, after Bob told her that. She
stared straight at Bob, not believing her ears.
"I said to thank him, for admiring your tits bitch. Do it." Bob said
angrily. "Look him in the eye and say it."
"Thank you Ryan .... for admiring my .... my tits." Mel stuttered.
"Well boy? The next question is, have you ever seen any of these tits,
in the flesh before?" Bob pried.
"N ...no sir." Ryan said, shaking his head.
"I kinda like your ol' ma's tits, but I like em a little saggy antway.
How about you boy. Who has the nicest tits here?" Bob asked.
Ryan was backed into a corner, and no matter what he said to answer,
he would be admonished. The one he chose, would be irate at his
honesty. The ones he didn't choose, may feel hurt, and left out. He
had to make a decision.
"Mel's." He said quickly, to avoid the pain of thinking.
"See girly? I told ya he had a bone on, for your tits." Bob said.
"Push your chest out, so's he can see em real good. Maybe he'd like to
feel em too. How 'bout it kid? You wanna feel em too?"
Unconsciously Ryan nodded his head, as his sister pushed her chest
forward, and hung her head."
"Go on boy. Feel em. Squeeze em and make her nipples hard. Lok at each
other as you feel up your sisters big knockers."
As Mel's eye met her brothers, she became softer, and easier to look
at. The hard face, gave way to a more gentle look. They knew they were
being forced to do this, and they tried to bear it, with each others
help.
"Suck em boy." Bob commanded. "Suck each one, and make her hot."
Ryan tilted his head down and opened his mouth. Before he sucked a
nipple into his mouth, he looked up at his sisters face. She gave him
a knowing look, and he pulled a hard nipple into his mouth.
Mel groaned slightly at the tonguing her brother was giving her
nipple. Her head layed back, as she experienced the first sucking, of
her sensitive tits. A grunt escaped her lips as Ryan sucked too hard,
or bit to hard. Ryan understood those grunts, and softened his sucking
and biting. Soon both were in a sexual frenzy. Mel was breathing
deeper, and Ryan was squirming around in his seat, because of his
uncomfortable erection.
"Get his pecker out." Bob screamed. "Get the meat out, and comfort
him."
Mel tried to reach Ryan's zipper, but could not get the thing down
with her left hand alone.
"Ma?" Bob ordered. "Give your daughter a hand. Help your daughter, get
his cock out of those tight jeans."
Jane replied with a glare, before she used her left hand to help Mel.
Soon a "zip," and an "Ah," filled the room.
Ryans cock popped free from his pants, as Mel felt the hard meat graze
her hand. Her thoughts were beyond self control. She absent mindedly
fondled her brothers cock, and soon had him panting. Jane had felt
Ryan's hardon also. She gasped at the size of it. She was sure, it was
bigger than his father's
"Well, how's that, boy?" Bob asked. "Tell me."
"It feels fantastic." Ryan groaned.
During this entire time, Jodi sat watching.  Her own body was reacting
to the sights before her. She was messmerized by the sight of her
sister, fondling Ryan's cock. She jad never seen a cock, or at least a
hard one. First she saw her fathers, and now her brothers. During soft
ball, or football games, with her friends, she had seen a few while
soft, as they stood nearby, pissing. Everyone she had seen, up until
now, were small, and limp. The size of her fathers was awesome, but
Ryan's seemed to be bigger than his Dad's. She felt flushed, and
giddy, at the same time. She had secretly rubbed her pussy, in the
last year, making it wet. But now she felt the dampness in her crotch,
without even touching it. This was an entirely new experience.
Ryan's pants slowly slid off of his thighs, and legs, as Mel played
with his cock. He tried to spread his legs, so his sisters hand had
access, to his hanging ball sack. With his pants at his ankles, he was
unable to do so. Ryan was lost in this new and very exciting feeling.
He unknowingly slipped off his shoes, and kicked off his pants, from
his feet. He now had given his sister's hand, more room to
investigate.
Mel took advantage of the new area to fondle, and as she slid her
hand, down to his nut sack, a slick trail of precum coated her hand.
Ryan began to breath harder at the new sensation and began to groan
out loud.
Jane watched in silent horror, as her daughter and son, played lovers.
She hadn't realized that her own hormones, had caused her free hand to
rub her crotch. She held it tightly against her lower abdomen, as she
watched the two children enjoy each other. Her sub conscious mind, was
busy thinking about her past sexual experiences. She was in a world of
her own. Her sexual encounters, were few, and the last one was over a
year ago. She was lost in the excitement, as Bob began to give more
orders.
"Well, the boy is naked. How about we get everybody naked. All you
women can take the rest of your clothes off." Bob said quietly, not
wanting to disturb the sexual tension, that was building quickly.
As if in a trance,Jane was the first to reach for the zipper, and
snap, on her jeans. In moments, she had her jeans undone, and began to
shimmey them off her ass. Jane was unaware, of her own hands tratorous
act. As she kicked off her shoes, her jeans and underwear followed. As
the cool air hit her moist pussy, she became alert, as to what she had
just done. She blushed deeply, but soon was back to watching her son,
approach his orgasm.
Jodi, as well, was lost in the sight, as she too began to undo her
jeans.
As the passion steadily rose, Ryan and Mel breathed harder, and each
moaned their approval, at the others fondling.
Frank stared at the two and regained his hardon.
Bob also, was watching the two, but decided that the real bitch,
should have the first load up her hole.
"Everybody stop." Bob yelled. "Boy get off your sisters tits.. Now."
Ryan wrenched his back, as he jumped from the contorted posistion he
was in. Mel and Jodi were shocked, at the sudden scream. Jane was now
painfully embarassed at her state of undress. As this stranger eyed
her naked body.
Jane and Jodi were both undressed, completly, and Mel was shocked at
the thought of allowing her brother, to make her do this much, without
her being in a sober state of mind.
"Mama?" Bob said. "Get down on the floor."
Jane glared at Bob, as she sqeezed her thighs together, hoping to hide
her private parts.
"I said down on the floor, bitch." Bob repeated, waving the pistol
again. "Lay on your back."
As Jane complied, she was aware of the fact, that her son had to
follow her, as they were still cuffed together.
Jane was soon on the cerpeted floor, and her son was nearby, surveying
her entire body. Her eyes glanced at her son's erection. It was
indeed, larger,than his fathers. She couldn't understand, how she
could have missed seeing it before. After that, she silently
reprimanded herself, for thinking such thoughts. It was this man's
fault for making them do this, as she quickly shifted the blame to
Bob.
"Lay on top of your old lady there boy." Bob ordered.
Jane sqeezed her legs together as she watched Ryan crawl over her.
"Keep them legs apart. Spread them wide." Bob yelled.
Jane knew what was about to happen. In a last ditch effort, she
refused to obey.
Bob now got up, and sauntered over to the two, on the floor. He
pointed the pistol at Ryans head, which brought an involuntary twitch,
from his cock. Jane felt it too, as his precum, coated her abdomen.
Bob again, cocked the hammer on the pistol. He said nothing as Jane
reluctantly complied. Her legs fell apart slowly, and Ryan felt his
mothers thick hairy bush, caressing his cock.
"Kiss her boy." Bob said.
Ryan did as he was told, but on the cheek.
"Kiss her like you would kiss your girlfriend. On the lips. Your mama,
is going to be your whore now, so kiss the bitch." Bob instructed.
Ryan put his lips on his mothers, and pressed against them. Jane
closed her eyes, and allowed her son to take her mouth, as he wished.
Just because, she was being forced into this, didn't mean she had to
like it.
Unfortunately, the sexual excitement, from the earlier display, had
Jane wound tight. Soon, against her better judgement, Jane was kissing
her son back fervently. She abandoned all her inhibitions, and moaned
as her tongue delved into her son's mouth.
As the two were beginning to enjoy each other, Bob spoke again.
"Slide your cock in her, boy." Bob goaded. "The whore's ready for a
good fuckin."
Jane was now immune to the crude, language, and fowl words. She had
even slipped into a fantasy world, where she was indeed a whore. A
lustful, filthy, wanton, whore.
Soon Jane felt her son's cock, at the entrance of her vagina. She knew
he was having trouble, finding the right angle, so she bucked her hips
to take his cock. This was inevitable, and she decided to get it
overwith. As Ryan's cock, parted her vaginal lips, Jane shudderd and
moaned. She had not been with a man for almost a year, and the feeling
of a cock in her, was exquisite.
Ryan began to push into his mother, as she moaned loudly, losing all
her inhibitions.
"Play with each other." Bob said to the two girls watching the action
before them. "Strip down, and feel each other, but don't take your
eyes off your mother and brother. You might learn something."
Mel quickly undid her own jeans, as Jodi was already naked. They began
to grope each others tits, as they watched the sex show.
By now, Ryan was halfway into his mothers hole, and Bob wanted the
tempo to increase.
"Fuck her boy. Use that hairy hole as a piece of meat.." He said.
"You're going to fuck, and you're going to like it. Right?" He asked
Jane, who was reeling from the stretching of her hole. "Beg for it.
Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me you want your pussy fucked."
"Oh, yes." She screamed against her will. "I want to fuck. I want to
fuck my son. Just fuck my pussy."
Ryan began to thrust deep into his mother, as his animal instinct,
took over.
Jane had never beofre, felt anything go so deep in her pussy. When
Ryan bottomed out, it took her breath away. She struggled for her own
release as she felt her son's cock expand even more in her tight hole.
"See boy?" Bob laughed. "This bitch's whore cunt, is nothing more than
a sperm dump. Her hole can be used for draining your balls. Pump your
nut juice into her anytime you want. Isn't that right, bitch?"
"Yesssss, oh yes." Jane groaned. "I mean No. Please no. I don't want
to get pregnant. Please don't make me pregnant Ryan. Ohhhhh."
It was too late. Ryan had reached his peak, and began to pump his load
deep into his mother.
The feeling of her som, emptying himself inside her, drove Jane over
the edge. She lost all perspective, and greedily wrapped her arms, and
legs, around him. She bucked to take him deep in her, as any breeding
bitch would do. She was indeed a whore. A whore for her son's cock.
Bob had made her a whore, but Ryan had, most likely, just made her
pregnant. She had forgotten about the red marks on her calendar,
signaling her period. That was just two short weeks ago. Her body had
betrayed her. She was just a common slut. The kind her ex husband
always wanted.
"Ryan had collapsed, on top of his mother, as they mutually gasped for
breath.
As Jane came down from her orgasm, her two daughters were still busy
exploring each other. She heard sighs, and moans coming from them, as
she looked up towards them.
"They are so beautiful." She thought, as the semen began to run out of
her used hole. "I wonder how they'd like a younger brother, or
sister?"


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