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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, and unwanted pregnacy are subjects to be
role-played between you and your significant other only. Anybody
actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a psychiatrist,
or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental health. I am
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story. Thank You, trukin_fool






Menfolk give up family, after granny's abuse is uncovered by a male
social worker.

My name is Jim. I work for social services. I do home health care
evaluations, on incapacitated persons, who collect state aide. I am an
independent contractor for the state. I rate the heath and well being
of those who, for what ever reason, decide to avoid nursing home costs
and live with family, or loved ones. The family or loved ones receive
the monthly checks from the state for their charges upkeep, survival,
and well being.
I am about to tell you of one of those cases I worked early in my
career. I have changed the names for ethical reasons, and my name is
most definitely, not Jim.
It was early spring, and I had just been dumped by my frigid
girlfriend, because of the hours I keep. My schedule was quite hectic,
as I wanted to get ahead of the game. I was soon going on my first
ever, two week vacation.
Only two more home visits, and I would be at least two weeks ahead of
schedule. One was in the city, whereas the other was far out in the
country, on a long, old gravel road. The kind where the school
children have to have a ride for a couple of miles, just to catch the
school bus.
The, in town visit, and evaluation went OK. I noted that the case
worker should re-evaluate them within six weeks. I was known for my
thoroughness, and had noted a few discrepacies on my visit. On to the
country.
The drive to this desolate place took about two hours, one of which, I
spent lost. After a few stops for directions, I found myself on the
right road.
Pulling up to the delapidated house, at the end of the road, I was
wondering if this was still the right place. The place looked like
something from the Beverly Hillbilly's TV show. Only with a two story
house. Many people scam the goverment with phony addresses, and
abandoned houses. I was almost certain this was the case. I was
mistaken.
The front door had only a screen door, that was only framework. The
inside door was either open, or gone. It was hard to tell. I walked
around the house, to see if anybody was available to talk to. No luck.
As I rounded the far back corner of the big two story, I heard voices
and it sounded like someone was really having a good time. I stopped
and listened intently, as the voices were cheering somebody on.
"Give it to her. Yeah she likes it. Fuck her asshole good. Stretch
that shitter of hers." Somebody was yelling.
Soon another voice was cheering.
"Come on JimBob, I wanna do it too."
Then another more feminine voice.
"Hush up. Y'all will get yer turn."
There must have been an orgy going on inside, and after two months of
no sex, I was developing a hardon. The department must not have
notified these people of my impending visit, or I was surly at the
wrong address.
I walked around the house, noting in my mind the location of this so
called, gangbang. The noises were coming from an upstairs bedroom.
I knocked at the front door. There was a little shuffling sound from
inside, before a young girl came to the door. She was dressed in a
short skirt, and light thin blouse. She looked to be fifteen years
old, but with an extra large chest, for her age.
"Can I help y'all?" She asked, in a deep southern accent.
"Is your mother at home?" I asked.
"Naw, she's out. I think." She replied, nervously.
I checked my dayplanner, and found that the mothers, mother-in-law,
was the state charge.
"Is Elsie here?" I asked.
The small beauty turned pale and said nothing.
"Listen." I said forcefully. "I an from the state social services
office. I have reason to believe there is wrong doing, going on here.
I have a badge and a gun. If You do not take me to see Elsie
immediately, you will be placed under arrest, for abuse, and
obstruction. Now. Where is Elsie?"
I really do have a badge, showing I am a state employee. I also have a
permit to carry the gun, for self defense only.(some of the areas I go
to investigate, are pretty dangerous)
I had frightened the young girl, and her actions were animated as she
opened the door in silence, and pointed to the stairs. I walked
towards the stairway, as the young girl remained frozen to her spot,
inside the door.
I quietly climed the closed stairay, and at the top, noticed three
rooms down the hall. At the end one, a woman was standing silently in
the doorway, looking into the room. I heard bedsprings squeaking, and
then heard giggling coming from another room, across the hall. I
quietly walked down the hall. The woman in the doorway at the end,
hadn't noticed me approach her. She was too engrossed at what was
taking place in the room.
I about fell over from the sight the room held. Looking over the
womans shoulder, I noticed three boys inside, and an elderly lady on
the bed. The lady was stripped naked, and one boy was shoving his hard
cock into her toothless mouth. Another had her legs draped over his
shoulders, and was fucking her hard. The third was much younger, and
stood on the side, as he jacked off watching the bed action. The woman
in the doorway smiled softly, as her gaze was fixed upon the bed also.
"What's going on here?" I asked, starling the woman in the doorway.
She spun around, and turned pure white at me standing there.
"Who're you?" She asked, with a frightened look on her face.
It was then I saw the one boy on the bed, cum into the old ladies
mouth. The other came almost simutaniously in her pussy. As they
groaned out their orgasm, the younger one came also, squirting his
load about three feet, and landing on the old ladies wrinkled stomach.
The sight was incredible.
"I said, who are you?" The woman spoke louder now, startling me this
time.
"I am Jim." I said, trying to regain my professionalizm, and flashing
my badge. "I'm from the state social services office. And you are?"
" I'm ..... I'm Maggie. Maggie McPherson." She said in a nervous tone.
"I'm assuming that's Elsie?" I said, pointing to the old lady covered
with sperm.
Blankly she nodded. Knowing she and her family, were in deep shit.
The woman whom I was to evaluate, was Elsie McPherson. She had been
diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease. The family, and she herself, had
previously chosen the home care option, for lack of financial means.
"Is that your mother?" I asked, trying to remain calm.
"That's my mother in law." Maggie answered.
The older two boys, now having recupperated, started towards me, in an
effort to protect their mother. I pulled out my gun, for protection.
They froze, upon seeing it.
"I don't want any trouble, but it looks like you and your family are
in a lot of trouble." I said.
"Look mister." One of the boys said. "Mama didn't do anything. You
can't hurt her. We won't let you."
"Where is your husband?" I asked Maggie.
"He's dead. He's been dead for 12 years. Right after little Jonny was
born." She explained, while pointing to the youngest boy, still
standing next to the bed. "He left us all alone. Me and the six kids."
"Is there any reason for them to sexually molest your mother in law?"
I asked.
"Well, you know boys." She tried to explain. "They ave urges. Ain't no
girls want to be with them at school. Their gramma, wanted us family,
to stay all together. She don't, most times, remember anything
anyhow."
"Just because her disease precludes her from remembering, doesn't mean
she can be used as a sexual plaything." I explained. "The whole lot of
you all need some counseling, and probably need to be separated, from
each other."
The two boys approached me, in a menacing way, after I said that.
Maggie gave them a stern silent look, and they obeyed her wishes. She
did have control over them.
"We can't be split up." She pleaded. "We're family. What would become
of us all?"
"Well? The boys, at least the two older ones would probably spend a
lot of time in jail, for rape. You would probably spend an equal amout
of time in jail, for promoting the rape. The girls would most likely
spend time in a foster home, until they become of age." I explained.
Maggie turned white at my statement. I waved the gun at the boys, to
make sure of my protection.
"We can't have that." Maggie explained. Her eyes tearing up. "We has
to stay together."
Seeing Elsie still laying in bed with her body covered with sperm, I
became disgusted.
"Somebody get a wash cloth, and clean Elsie up." I stated
emphatically. "I'll need to get everybody's name and ages."
Maggie motioned the boys to do as I asked. I stood behind her, for
protaction, as the boys all left, to get cleaning items from
downstairs.
"We need to talk." I said, now being alone with Maggie, and my
curiousity peaked. "I need to know how this all began."
"Paul, my husband, was a trveling salesman. He made a lot of money. We
done had five kids before he got killed. I was pregnant with Jonny.
Gramma didn't live with us at the time. Some big ol truck blew a tire,
and forced Paul into a tree. He died at the scene. Gramma said, that
she wanted to help with the kids, and moved in."
It was then, the two older boys returned, with a pan of water, a wash
cloth, and a few towels.
"Clean her up good. Like you always do." Maggie told the boys.
"Would you like to sit down?" Maggie asked, looking to me. "I can make
some coffee."
Having a degree in psychology, I decided to let Maggie explain the
entire story over coffee. I was curious about her, not only allowing
the sex to happen, but to watch it take place, with Elsie.
Maggie led me down the hall to the stairs. Again I heard soft
giggling, from one of the rooms. I paid little attention to it, as my
thoughts drifted. I was going to make state headlines, as the one who
busted an entire family of perverts. I would probably get a
substantial raise, and a promotion. I would be famous. These thoughts
af grandeur, filled my head as Maggie prepared the coffee in the
kitchen.
"We've been a loving family, and always together." Maggie said,
handing me a cup of coffee, before sitting down across the table from
me. "People around here don't much care for us, because we're poor.
And you know how cruel school kids can be."
"Didn't your husband have any life insurance?" I inquired. "Seems to
me the trucking company would be responsible."
"Yeah." She said, off handedly. "The guy came over here, but all he
wanted to do, was get in my pants, and fuck me. I told him to never
come back."
Her crude language hit me, like a slap in the face. Up until now, I
hadn't noticed Maggie as a woman. I'd only seen her as a case. A
perverted case at that. I began to eye her slowly as she sat there
staring at me blankly. My eyes roamed over her upper body.
She was thin and her skin seemed worn a little, by too much sun. Her
eyes sparkled, like blue placid pools of water. Her hair, although
wind blown, was long and almost black. A pert little nose, perched
above a set of warm inviting lips. As I stared at her, she became
nervous, and her breathing made the sundress she was wearing,
accentuate her ample breasts. I was thinking, her bra must be silken,
as her huge nipples began to harden and lengthen.
"What else do you want to know?" She asked, curtailing my lecherous
stare.
"I need to know how many people reside in this house." I asked,
forgetting about what happened earlier, and beginning my routine
evaluation.
"Oh let's see." She said, witheyes drifting to the ceiling. "There's
Bettyjo, Bobbisue, Jimbob, Kathylynn, peter, and Jonny. Oh, me and
gramma."
"All these kids and no father?" I asked.
"Yep." She answered quickly. "And we get along well as a family, for
poor folks."
"Do you receive any other assistance?" I asked.
"No." She replied. "Jes gramma check and whatever Jimbob makes, fixin
stuff."
"But how do you survive?" I asked. "Food and clothes cost money."
"Well we were set for a while, until the taxes on this place, took the
last of Pauls life insurance. We've been pretty tight since then."
"And when was that?" I asked.
"Last December. We didn't have much of a Christmas, but we're still
family." She replied with a sigh.
"You don't get any government assistance. No child welfare?" I asked,
puzzled at their meger means of support.
"I tried a couple of years back, but they said it was hard to come by.
Seeing we still had life insurance coming in. They paid out, for only
ten years." She explained.
This family is the type, where welfare assistance was developed for.
I scanned the kitchen closely. This time I paid particular attention
to the modern conveniences. There were virtually none. A wood
cookstove, and an old  refrigerator. The counters and cupboards were
worn and scuffed. The wood flooring was worn also, without even
linoleum to cover it.
I continued my evaluation and as I finished, I remembered the abuse
earlier. It was possible that this family would be better off, if they
were separated. At least they would have enough food and newer
clothes.
"Now about Elsie." I stated.
"Gramma's final wish is that she stay here with us." Maggie blurted
out quickly. "She wanted to help out, and her check pays for the gas
for the truck, and the electricity."
"But the abuse? It's criminal in nature." I said in return.
"You gotta understand. We're all each others got. We make do, til one
or two graduate, and maybe marry, then they can help the others out."
She answered, with tears begining to fill her eyes. "You don't
understand."
"Well? Tell me. Make me understand, or I'll have no choice but to
inform the authorities."
"I was born a Brown." She said. "Maggie Brown. When I was young, much
younger than Bettyjo, I was seeing Paul. He wouldn't touch me for
anything but a kiss. Although men are normally in charge. You see when
a Brown is single, they remain virgins, until they decide to have
someones baby, or they get married. That's where my dowry came in.
This house was my family's dowry. I only got it if I was a virgin
until I was married. I raise my daughters the same way. No fucking, or
anything that leads to fucking, unless you want your mans baby, or you
marry him. A blowjob will pass, but no further, unless he decides to
take you."
"Well." I said. "It doesn't look like you have anything much to give
your daughters anyway, even if they stay cherry. Besides, what does
that have to do with the boys abusing Elsie?"
"Gramma, ain't gettin abused. She wanted us to take care of her. And
we are. In our family, any boy who gets the urge to fuck or have his
thing jerked off, goes to the oldest in the household. That's where
Gramma comes in. She's been fuckin them boys for years. Even when she
really knew what was going on. You see? A McPherson is the smae as a
Brown. She moved in with us, for that reason. She don't want to spoil
their chances of getting hitched. McPherson's don't allow their boys
to fuck anyone else, except family, until they get married, or want a
baby. Gramma can't get pregnant, and that's why it's perfect."
"What happens if Gramma dies?" I asked, feeling my hardon grow,
thinking about fucking my own grandmother. "Who does the chores then?"
"That would leave me to satisfy them, whenever they want." She
answered bluntly. "It's the family duty. If I refuse, they have the
right to take me by force."
"But what about pregnancy?" I asked stunned at her admission.
"If I were to get pregnant, I would carry it and raise it." She
answered non-chalantly.
"What if you and Gramma both died?" I asked with curiousity bloiling
inside me.
"That would leave Bettyjo. She's the next oldest." She again said,
unscathed by my question.
"But surely, there would be birth control used. Right?"
"The whole idea of fucking is for making babies or to satisfy your
spouse. No, we don't ever use birth control. It's un-natural."
"If the boys use Gramma for sexual release, then what about the
girls?" I asked.
"They were tought by me, how to take care of themselves, without
losing their virginity." Maggie replied.
This was really getting me excited. My slacks were bulging at the
zipper. I was fantasizing all kinds of scenarios.
"You said earlier, that if one of your girls wanted to have a baby,
she could ..... you know." I stammered.
"Fuck?" She smiled and explained. "Yes. Any of my girls could fuck
whoever they want to, but only for marriage or making a baby.
Supposing Bettysue's boyfriend, was going off to war? If she wanted to
remember him, she would be within her rights to fuck him, for a baby.
You know. Something to remember him by. He'd make sure she got money
to take care of it too. That's the responsible way."
My mind was running wild with different ideas.
"If I were to, ... You know, make a baby with .... let's say,
Bettysue. I would be responsible to only pay for it?"
"Well. First she'd have to want you to fuck her, unless it was pure
lust, and you just took her. Then if you didn't marry her, you'd have
to see she gets some money, for taking care of it."
"Let me get this straight." I said, sporting a huge hardon. "If I
wanted Bettysue, for lust only, she'd be obliged to fuck me? And if
she got pregnant, I'd be obliged to send her money?"
"That's the way it works in our family." Maggie answered with a broad
smile.
"How ablout this?" I asked, allowing lust to overtake me. "Let's just
say I went upstairs and grabbed your daughter. Told her I was going
to, you know? And then do it, she would let me?"
"You would have to be sure she got pregnant. And then you have to pay
for the child." She nodded.
"But that's rape." I cried out.
"It's only rape if you fuck 'em, against their will, and leave 'em. If
you fuck 'em and make the payments right, it's only babymaking. And
that's what girls and women are here for."
"Same with you?" I asked.
"With me, it's a little different." She explained. "I am now head of
the family. If you took me by force, you'd have to get me pregnant, if
not it would be rape. If I did get pregnant, you would be responsible
for our child, as well as every other child, under this roof."
"What if I didn't get you pregnant on the first try? Would I be able
to try again, before it would be called rape?" I asked.
"You just want to fuck? Don't you?" She asked, finally seeing through
my facade. "You're like any other man."
"To be blunt, I guess you're right. All of this sex talk, is kind of
exciting me." I answered.
"Another code of this family is that if you were to marry me, you
could father another child by me, and you have free will with the
entire family." She smiled broadly. "That is, if you made me pregnant
or not, as long as you're married to the head of the house, meaning
me. You could fuck all the girls, and father children by them. They
have no right to refuse. All of the children would readily obey you,
as the new head of the house."
I was shocked at her brazen talk.
"If that would happen, you'd be responsible to support, all the
children you father, along with my children. Which would atomatically
become your children. It's simple. Women are here for men to use and
enjoy. Men are here for paying the bills and fathering children."
With a smug look on her face, she stared at me, waiting for me to say
something. My thoat was dry, as I pondered what she said. Was she
seducing me? Was this a trap?
"If I made sure you got monetary support for the child, I could take
you right here and now?" I asked.
A puzzled look, overcame her face, until she understood, what I had
said.
"You'd have to make me pregnant." She smiled wickedly.
This was one lonely woman.
"Paul promised me a big family, before he got killed." She said.
"Isn't six kids, a big enough family?" I asked.
"Most Brown's have 12 or more kids, before the 'ol man has to be gone
all the time, working to pay for the huge brood." She smiled. "I was
hoping for at least four more."
My breathing quickened at her words.
"Ah." She smiled broadly. "You like the idea of making me pregnant?"
I just stared at her uneasily.
"Or is it the thought of three fine virgins fucking you, that gets
your juices flowing? If you want, just come over here and take me.
Make a baby in me. Give me what I need also. I'm ready and so are my
daughters. We all have the same cycle. You can do whatever you want
with us. The boys can leave or watch if you want. Hell you can even
have Gramma if you want."
I knew my two week vacation would be used to rest up, after a long
breeding session.




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