Author's Note: Stories on this site may contain fiction of an adult nature. They may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The stories are meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by your local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act.

Main Counts Home Rose Isabella Gail Sid Camel Jockey Guest Stories ASSTR New Postings

Please help to support ASSTR by making a donation HERE

Published : 20 April 2021

Click here to download this
story to read at a later date    Click here read this story
without the page graphic

The Truth about my mother!
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, MM/f, M/F, Incest, Prostitution, Underage Sex

On Saturday I'd been to my under twelve's swimming competition, I won my race but then I was the oldest girl there, my last day as an eleven year old, Sunday would be my twelfth birthday. I rushed out of the swimming pool to tell my mother or grandmother my good news and show off my medal. I told my grandmother my good news sooner than I'd expected too, she was waiting at the bus stop to catch the bus home. I was telling her about my race when a car drove past us, the driver sounded his hooter three times and then he slowed down and stopped about a hundred yards away from us at the first legal parking space at the side of the road.

It wasn't unusual for men driving past my grandmother to sound their hooter at her or give her a wolf whistle as they drove past her, she was only forty-five years old and she had a great figure, and always dressed to turn men's heads. I watched the man run back to the bus stop, he grabbed my grandmother and kissed her passionately, then he said, "And how is Vicky?"

My grandmother looked nervously in my direction before saying, "She's doing okay, not happy about having to start work though!"

The nervous look in my direction hadn't been missed by the man, he looked at me as well and he gave me a sweet smile. He was still looking at me as he asked, "Why is it that she had to start work at twenty seven years old?"

I was sizing the man up, he was tall and slim, well tanned and quite muscular, I'd put his age at a little older than my grandmother, he had salt and pepper in his moustache and the dark hair on his temples was greying.

My grandmother gave me a sideways look, "The government reduces financial support when the kid reaches twelve years old, it's only shelf stacking at the local Tesco store...are you back in the area again now?"

I saw his face illuminate, he was still looking at me as he shook his head, "I'm stopping at Lotterby's house for a few days, tell Vicky I'll be there for a few days if she wants to see me!"

I saw the bus approaching and nudged my grandmother to point out that that the bus was almost here, she looked towards the bus and he looked at me, "So, you're twelve years old now are you Sarah?"

I gasped and thought, 'How the hell did he know my name?' and while I thought that, he looked like he was working something out in his head, "No, you're twelve years old tomorrow aren't you?"

I nodded my head as two women stepped onto the bus ahead of my grandmother and she stepped onto the platform behind them, they were asking the bus driver what the price difference was between a return ticket to Irthlingborough and a day rover ticket. My shoulder was grabbed by the man, he gave me a slip of paper and, with his mouth so close to me that his moustache tickled my ear, he said, "If you want my birthday present to you...dodge school on Monday, I'll ring in to school for you and tell them that you're sick for the day!"

He pulled his face away from me and gave me another sweet smile, he'd just let go of my shoulder as the two ladies in front of my grandmother bought return tickets to the next town and my grandmother turned to look at me, I'd crumpled the slip of paper up in my hand because it was obvious that he didn't want my grandmother to see him give it to me. I stepped up onto the platform behind my gran, she presented the return half of her ticket and looked at me again, I almost dropped the address that I'd just been given as I struggled to get my ticket out of my purse and secrete the illicit slip of paper out of sight.

We found two seats together and Gran slipped in by the window and I sat on the aisle seat, I looked back at the man who was walking back to his BMW, seven series limousine, "Who was he gran?"

She looked over her shoulder at him as well, just as he waved his hand at us. "He's Colin, I've known him all my life!"

I didn't push further, I'd known my grandmother all of my life and that was as much as she'd ever told me about her past, my family was a really closed book, neither my mother nor my grandmother ever mentioned anything about their past or our wider family.

I sat quietly looking around at the views as the bus left Kettering, I quietly stuck a worm on my hook and dangled it in the water, "Was Colin at school with you Gran?"

She was distracted by a car in a side road that didn't look like it would be able to stop, the tortured screams of its tyres on the road surface as it managed to stop just before the collision point allowed my gran to relax as she answered, "No, he was a friend of my mother's before I was born."

"Really, he didn't look that much older than you, how old is he then?"

My gran looked in my direction...usually, there was a perma-pressed smile on her face but that had just disappeared, I was asking too many questions obviously...my gran had never mentioned her own mother before and while she was distracted by the speeding car, she'd let it slip that Colin was a friend of her mother's and now she looked angry and flustered as she said, "Oh, I don't know, he's much older than he looks though...he was mu...erm...mother's friend well before I was born!"

The bus pulled to a halt opposite my school gates and one of the boys from my class got on the bus, muddy from playing football for our school's under twelve's football team, his football boots under his arm, he walked up the bus and smiled at me, then he looked at my gran before saying, "Sup Lincolnshire?"

I mouthed "Fuck off!" without letting the sound come out of my mouth and he walked to the back of the bus before lighting a cigarette, even though it was doubly illegal, firstly because of his age and secondly because smoking had been banned on public transport for a hundred years.

Gran looked confused, "Why did that boy call you Lincolnshire Sarah? We've lived in this area for generations!"

I winced a little, "The boys think it's funny, they call me Lincolnshire because it's flat and uninteresting!"

Gran looked over her shoulder at the boy, "Jerk...boys can be such jerks...you're just a little late developing that's all, you'll soon catch up when you stop swimming competitively, your mother was like you until she stopped ballet dancing when she was eleven and a half, then, she stopped doing anything sporty, by your age she was a thirty inch 'C' cup by her twelfth birthday party!"

I looked away and muttered under my breath, "Oh, my mother was twelve years old once then was she!"

My mother and grandmother were so reticent about talking about their history that I had no idea that my mother used to train as a ballet dancer...and she must have been quite serious about it if she went from zero to a thirty inch 'C' cup bra in just six months.

As we approached our village, my classmate walked past and deliberately bumped the back of my head with his muddy football boots but I ignored him, then I stood up but instead of following him down the bus, my gran stopped me, she got out in front of me so she was between me and the boy, I thought that it was just to keep us apart but it was to seek retribution on the boy on my behalf, as he stepped off the bus, my gran caught the back of his knee with her bag, sending him crashing to the pavement, flat on his face.

The bus driver asked if he was okay, Gran looked over her shoulder and said, "I think he was smoking a joint on the back seat of the bus, he's just a little high!"

The driver tutted and closed the doors before driving off.

When we got home mum asked me how I'd got on in my swimming competition, she'd been working the early shift at the supermarket so was just relaxing on the couch.

Before I got the chance to tell my mother that I'd won my last race as an under twelve and won a gold medal, my gran said, "I bumped into Colin in town...he's stopping with Tom Lotterby while he's in the area!"

Mum forgot all about me in an instant, she was out of the seat like a scalded cat and running up the stairs. I followed her up, picking her Tesco uniform up off the floor on the landing. Mum was in the bathroom having a shower. I took her work clothes into her bedroom and hung them up as she ran into her bedroom drying herself on a bath towel. I was telling her my good news about the race earlier in the day as she was getting ready, I saw her digging deep into her underwear drawer.

I was a little surprised when she took a pair of peach knickers out of her drawer that I wouldn't have ever imagined her wearing, they had a two inch wide waistband with two triangles of see-through mesh sewn to them by their baselines with their apexes sewn together with an oblong of cotton to catch fanny drool. When the knickers were in place, the waistband was covering her belly button and the high sides to the leg holes made them look like French cut knickers but totally transparent.

Her bra was almost as see through but it had to have a little more substance because her breasts were now forty inch with a double 'D' cup. I did manage to tell her that I'd won my race before she was dressed for a party and was heading out of the house...she didn't say goodbye to either me or her mother...I was told not to worry about it too much, "I think she's off to see Colin, she hasn't seen him in over twelve years and she used to like him a lot!"

Mum wasn't home by the time I went to bed on Saturday, she wasn't home by the time I got up on Sunday either. At lunch time on Sunday when Gran was dishing up lunch, I asked if she would put a plate of food out for my mother, in case she came home later."

"No darling, I've seen your mother like this before, I just hope that she remembers that she has an eight o'clock start on Monday morning at the supermarket!"

On Monday I woke at my usual time for school, I checked my mother's bed, it was still made up, so she hadn't been home all night again. I went to the kitchen and did my own breakfast, the kitchen door slammed open, mum ran in, her hair in a mess, her makeup all smudged over her face...as she ran past me there was a distinct smell of sweat and stale perfume emanating off of her body, she called over her shoulder, do me a slice of toast darling, I'm starving!"

I heard the shower running above my head for just two minutes and a hell of a lot of running about above my head. I did two slices of toast because the toaster worked in twos..I'd just finished buttering the toast when the whirlwind came through the kitchen, it was my mother finishing getting dressed, "Are they both for me?"

I nodded my head as I picked my satchel up, tucking my purse into the little pouch in the front of my school bag and walked with my mother as far as the school bus stop. I was dropped off at the bus stop with my friends while my mother rushed off to work.

I was mad at my mother for being gone for two nights without a word and I suddenly remembered the little sliver of paper that Colin had slipped to me secretly while my gran was distracted and I fished it out of my purse.

The address I'd been given was number five Sandringham Court, it was a twenty minute walk from the bus stop, I turned to my friend Kelly, "Kelly, I'm going to bunk off school today mate, can you tell our teacher that I'm sick and my dad will phone in for me later!"

Kelly looked shocked, "You don't have a dad...are you feeling okay Sarah?"

"My mum isn't Mary, I have to have a dad somewhere and it isn't beyond the realms of probability that he could ring the school for me to tell them that I'm sick!"

I walked off in the direction of Sandringham Court, number five was a flat on the top floor of a small block of purpose built rental units, the doorbell said T. Lotterby. I pressed the bell push and saw a tousled head pop out of the window, the head turned to someone in the flat, "It's a young blond girl!"

The man that had looked out of the window ran down the stairs inside the block and opened the door for me.."You Sarah?"

I nodded my head.

"Colin's up stairs, my name's Tom!"

The man was dressed in just pyjama bottoms and it looked like that was all he was wearing...I should have been worried at that point, I should have run a mile but I let him push me ahead of him as I climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, the flat door was open and I walked in with Tom Lotterby a few feet behind me. Tom said, "Straight ahead of you!"

The room straight ahead of the flat's front door was a bedroom, Colin was in bed when I got into the room and the room stank just like my mother had when she got home...and just to prove that my mother had spent the weekend in that room, the knickers and bra set that I'd seen her wearing when she left home were on the floor at the foot of the double bed that Colin was in.

Tom stopped in the doorway behind me, I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing in the doorway, I heard the bed moving and looked back in Colin's direction, he was climbing out of the bed totally naked, he rubbed his flaccid cock and yawned, stretching his arms out to his sides. "Morning Sarah darling...did you have a good weekend?"

I looked back over my shoulder and was shocked to see that Tom was taking his pyjama bottoms off now, he too rubbed his cock. I thought that he was going to make a grab for me while I was looking at Colin but he walked straight past me and climbed into the bed that Colin had just got out of, I didn't miss the fact that Tom stepped over the place that Colin had been lying in and took the side closest to the open bedroom window.

Colin looked at my face, then he looked in the direction that I was looking and the shocked look on my face, Colin burst out laughing and he walked over to me. I should have jumped away from him, I should have run for the front door, I did manage to turn my head in the direction of the front door, both the bedroom door and the front door were wide open in case I wanted to run away like a baby but I was frozen to the spot.

Colin put his arm over my shoulder and turned me towards the bedroom door, he stopped at the open front door even though he was naked, "Shall I close the door or would you prefer it to be left open?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'll compromise...I'll leave it on the latch, just in case you want to make a quick get away!"

The front door was closed but the lock was on the latch so it could be pulled open easily, I was guided to the living room, well, kitchenette I guess as the living room was the kitchen as well. The whole flat just had three rooms and the hallway, one bedroom, one bathroom and the kitchenette.

"Hot drink or cold?"

I looked from Colin's cock to his face, he'd been flaccid when he got out of bed but he wasn't flaccid now...far from it. I gulped a, "Cold please!"

"Alcoholic or soft?"

I was shocked by the offer, "I'm only just twelve years old...I'm not old enough to drink alcohol!"

Colin laughed at me, "Darling, you're not really old enough to be in a naked man's flat either...so, Alcohol or fruit juice?"

"Alcohol please!"

A little voice came from the bedroom, "Beer for me Colin!"

Colin opened a bottle of beer, "Run this in to Tom for me please darling!"

I took the bottle of beer into the bedroom, Tom was on his back, he'd pushed the covers down the bed and he was exposed from the knees up, his left hand lazily stroking at his erect cock as he took the bottle of beer off of me.

I returned to the other room and Colin handed me a glass of what looked like cola but when I sipped it, its content burnt my mouth and throat.

Colin sat on a chair and he phoned my school, he told the school secretary that he was my father and that I was too ill to come to school today and as he finished the call, he pulled me down onto his lap and said, "Sarah...do you know what incest means?"

I shook my head, I had an idea that it was bad because it was a word that everyone seemed to avoid.

He laughed a little, "It's when someone has sex with a close relative...like their father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, uncle, aunt, brother or sister."

I nodded my head, that would account for why people didn't talk about that word.

"I'd really love to have sex with you but, if it would worry you to commit incest, then I wouldn't do it!"

I was doubly shocked now...trebly shocked, a naked man had just told me that he wanted to fuck me...Colin had just intimated that we were related...and...and a relative had just told me that he wanted to break two laws with me!"

"Are we related Colin?"

"Would it shock you if I told you that I was your grandfather?"

I gasped and nodded my head. "I thought that you and my mum had spent the weekend having sex!"

He nodded his head, "We did...how about if I told you that I was your father?"

I gasped again, "God no! Are you?"

My pulse rate had been high from the sexually charged situation I was in but when Colin hinted that he could be my father, I think I reached a thousand beats per minute.

Colin looked thoughtful for a moment before shocking me down to my boots, "All three darling...I could be your great grandfather too, I had sex with your grandmother's mother but I wasn't her only lover when she fell pregnant with your gran...I was the only man fucking your gran when she fell pregnant and the only man doing your mum when she fell pregnant.

I was floundering now, suddenly I'd met my father, my grandfather and possibly even my great grandfather and it was all the same person, not only that but he'd just told me that he wanted to fuck me too. He kissed me on the lips, not the kind of kiss that a girl would expect from her father or, for that matter, from her grandfather. His hand was on my knee and stroking towards the bottom hem of my school skirt...

Briiiiiiing- Briing! I jumped out of my skin, Colin mumbled under his breath, "I'll bet that's your gran...come looking for her share of my cock!"

Colin eased me off of his lap and took a quick look out of the window, he grinned at me and said, "I told you so!"

I looked as well, my gran had a very sexy dress on and it looked like little else, Colin went to the living room door, "Tom, tell her I'm out, see if she wants you to fuck her!"

I heard Tom call out, "Who is it?"

From the street below, my gran called up, "Elizabeth Clarke...is Colin there?"

Tom shouted back, "Sorry Liz, he dropped Vicky back at home and then went to London!"

I saw my gran look at the little car park at the side of the block of flats, I saw her head nodding as she checked each of the cars that were parked there, if she had turned around and looked at the car park at the side of the block of flats opposite, she would have seen Colin's BMW over the other side of the road.

Tom shouted again, "You want to come up and play for five minutes?"

I saw my grandmother look disappointed and then she looked up at Tom, there was a resigned sigh from my gran and then she nodded her head, Tom threw the key to the main entrance, "The flat door is unlocked, just let yourself in and I'm in the room opposite the front door!"

I looked nervously at Colin, if my gran took a wrong turn she'd catch me bunking off school, Colin certainly was one to take risks, big risks...I mean, he could have hidden the fact that we were related, that would have reduced my chances of objecting to him fucking me, then it dawned on me, 'Why did I come here instead of going to school?' I tried to convince myself that it was because I'd thought that my mother had spent the weekend with Colin but deep down inside, I'd seen sex in his eyes when he looked at me at the bus stop on Saturday and I knew the reason that he slipped the note with his address on it in my hand without my grandmother seeing him was because he wanted to fuck me.

I almost laughed at myself as I listened carefully to the front door, I heard it open and then the snap as the lock was released and the clang as the door closed and the lock set, then there was nothing for ten seconds, I didn't hear the bedroom door open or close, then I remembered that Colin hadn't closed the bedroom door when we left it a few minutes ago. Ten seconds later I could hear my grandmother baying at the moon. Colin took me down the hallway to the bedroom, my grandmother was on her back and Tom was fucking her like crazy, driving her through climax after climax on his long cock.

Colin took me back to the living room and closed the door quietly, he whispered, "She might just want to go to the toilet when Tom's finished with her."

Colin handed me my drink again, I'm guessing that you're still a virgin...at least your mum thinks you are at any rate!"

I nodded my head and then took another sip of my drink.

"Take another swallow, make it a big one this time Sarah darling!"

I took a bigger swallow and coughed as the alcohol burnt the back of my throat to a resounding "Shhhhhhh!" from Colin.

He pulled me back onto his knee and kissed and cuddled me, I could hear my grandmother barking at the moon in the bedroom and then she went silent just as Colin pulled his lips off of mine, "Have you been thinking about losing your virginity with a boy at school yet?"

I shook my head, "Boys are jerks...they're only interested in girls with big boobs...wide hips, and a fat arse, all they're interested in a girl like me for is to be the butt of their insults and jibes!"

Colin smiled at me, "So...losing your virginity to an older man...like me...one who loves twelve year old girls more than any other age, would be better for you than a boy of your own age!"

As soon as he said that, I felt his cock move against my hip and looked down at it as it grew harder, longer and fatter. Colin was looking at my face and he laughed, "I can read your mind...you're thinking that my cock could never fit in your little pussy...am I right?"

I nodded my head.

His body suddenly jerked, he looked away from me towards the chimney breast, "Have you seen any pictures of your mother when she was twelve years old like you are now?"

I shook my head, "It's like my family have some kind of phobia about having photographs taken, my mother won't even allow me to be in school photographs, we don't have any family pictures anywhere in the house!"

I've got some pictures of your mother and your grandmother, would you like to see them?"

I nodded my head and he eased me off of his knee and walked over towards the chimney breast, I was a little confused, the wall he was walking towards didn't have anywhere to store a picture, just a blank wall either side of the chimney breast and on the chimney breast, all that was there was a modern electric fire mounted a foot above the skirting board and a large mirror above that screwed to the wall. When he reached the fire he squatted down and looked back at me, he touched something under the bottom right hand corner of the fire and there was a loud click, the fire was hinged along its left hand edge and it opened like a cupboard door to expose a hidden space behind it.

I heard my grandmother almost screaming with pleasure, the sounds of sex didn't come through the wall as I expected but both the bedroom window and the living room windows were open and it sounded like my gran was being screwed out in the street. As Colin was searching for something in the hidden space, I looked out of the window, I saw a man out in the street looking up at Tom's flat. I caught sight of the block of flats across the road, a block that was a mirror image of the flat that I was standing in but something was out of place, there were no chimneys on the roof of that block of flats, I looked down the street, there were eight blocks of flats, all built to the same design and none of the other blocks had chimneys.

"I've found pictures of your Grandmother, you can look at these while I find the pictures of your mother!"

I looked back at Colin, he was holding a plastic box full of small magazines and he had a magazine in his hand that he was offering to me.

The front cover of the magazine was plain, just a title in a foreign language, 'Elizabeth Zwölfjährige Jungfrau'. The only bit of the title I recognised was my grandmother's name, I opened the book, there was a lot of text in the foreign language on page two and on page three, a picture that looked just like I looked at that moment...well, the face was mine but it had been photo-shopped onto the body of a more developed girl...the 'me' that boys at school would want to get close to. There were a few differences between the school uniform that my grandmother was wearing and the one I was...she was wearing a straw boater with a navy ribbon around the brim tied with a bow at the side of the hat with my school badge sewn into the ribbon above the bridge of her nose, we didn't have a hat as part of our winter school uniform these days but I had seen girls wearing boaters like that in the historical pictures in our school passageways.

I turned to page four, the hat was gone, she was standing with her hands on her hips, holding the front of her blazer open showing off her chest bumps through her school shirt, she looked like about a thirty-four 'B' with the school tie hanging down between her breasts, following the line of buttons down the front...her school shirt was obviously linen as I couldn't even see the outline of her bra through the thick material, page five had her in the same pose with her blazer missing this time.

I turned to page six...still the same pose but this time, her school shirt and tie were both open, her shirt and tie held open with her wrists, her bra was thick cotton with absolutely no style to it at all, not even a pattern stitched into the cups. Page seven had her skirt off but her school shirt and tie were in the same position and her thick cotton knickers were the kind that boys called 'Granny-knickers', they had one inch long legs and the elasticated waistband reached up to her belly button.

I went quickly through the pages as my grandmother stripped one item of clothing off at a time until she was totally naked...well, naked apart from her school tie, still draped around her neck but this time, the two halves of the tie were strategically placed to cover her nipples and the two ends just looped together to cover her pussy. I turned to the next page, this picture had a naked man facing my grandmother and he had pulled her school tie out of the way but his body was blocking the way so I still couldn't see my grandmother's nipples or pussy. The next page had the man and my gran standing side by side, his arm over her shoulder and her arm across his body, holding his cock in her hand.

I did an internal gasp when I realised that the man having his cock held by my twelve year old grandmother was actually Colin and he looked like he was about twenty-five years old in the picture. I looked over to him, he was on his knees, his arm was inside the hidden cubby-hole, reaching up for something and suddenly, the mirror looked like it was falling off the wall as it swung open, like the electric fire, the mirror was hinged on the left hand edge...and like the fire, the mirror was hiding a cupboard, deep shelves on either side of the opening, built into the fake chimney breast.

I flipped to the next page, my grandmother was now on a bed, she was on her back, her legs in the air...she had her arms wrapped around her legs, her elbows trapping her knees but her hands were down between her legs, the tips of her gingers prising her pussy lips apart, showing the dark tunnel up into her body, the next page had Colin kneeling between her legs and then there was a camera position change, the camera looking down on to Colin's cock as it knocked on the door of her vagina.

The next page showed Colin's pubic hair was meshed in with my grandmother's and the next showed his cock halfway out of her pussy, the three inches of cock closest to his body was pink and the two inches closest to my grandmother's pussy was bright red, covered in my grandmother's maidenhead blood.

"Oh, here it is, found it at last!"

I closed my gran's book and looked back to Colin. The book looked identical to the one in my hand but the title was, 'Victoria Zwölfjährige Jungfrau'. Again, the only bit of the title that I understood was my mum's name.

Colin handed me my mother's book, I offered him my grandmother's pornographic magazine but he didn't take it, leaving me holding both books. I opened my mum's book and again, page two was just text in the same foreign language, page three was very much the same picture as the one in my grandmother's book, so similar in fact that I opened Gran's book again and held them next to each other. The pose was exactly the same in both cases, in fact the only difference between the two pictures...well, differences...were, my mother's version of my school uniform had a navy beret with my school badge above her left eye, rather than a straw boater with the school badge above the bridge of the nose and the second difference was my mum's boobs were twice as big as my grandmother's at the same age.

I had no idea that my grandmother or my mother had been to my secondary school...absolutely nothing was ever mentioned about my family history...ever.

I flipped through to the page where my mother was standing with her hands on her hips, holding the front of her blazer open, there was another difference between the two photographs, where my gran's school shirt was good quality linen, expensive, my mum's was cheep nylon, almost see through and I could see her bra clearly showing through it, not plane white with no embellishments...at twelve years old, my mother's bra was colourful with delicate embroidery that could be seen through her shirt.

As I flicked through the book I could remember every pose from my grandmother's version of the book and my mother copied everyone, even down to the pictures with Colin and the pictures of him screwing her, the final difference between the two books was the picture showing Colin pulling his cock out of my mother's pussy didn't have his cock covered in her blood, as he pulled his cock out of her body, it was just covered in a sheen of her lubricating juice.

I heard footsteps outside the living room door, the sound of the toilet flushing and then my grandmother's voice, "Tell Colin that I came over to see him and ask him to try to find a little time for me before he heads back to Spain!"

I heard the front door close and two seconds later Tom Lotterby opened the living room door and he walked in totally naked, just like Colin. Tom looked at me first, made a mental note that I was still wearing my school uniform and then he smiled at Colin, "Are we going to add Sarah to the portfolio mate?"

Colin looked at me, "How about it Sarah, you want to join your mother in our little library of stripping school girls?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I knew that something had driven me to ditch school and visit Colin's flat...and it did explain why, even though Colin had been totally naked in the room with me for thirty minutes, he hadn't done more to me than kiss me...I said, "Why not!"

I got smiles from both men and I was handed my school satchel to swing over my shoulder. Tom asked if I had a school hat, I shook my head and Colin started posing me while Tom took the photographs.

I was taken through every pose that my gran and mum had been photographed in and when I was finally naked I was taken into their bedroom. It stank of my grandmother's perfume and sweat.

A fresh sheet was smoothed down onto the bed and I was positioned on the bed holding my pussy open for Tom to photograph deep up into my body. Colin joined me on the bed and Tom took a thousand photographs as Colin deflowered me, he took me quite roughly to make sure that if I was going to bleed...I was going to bleed profusely! Colin apologised to me for being so rough but, even though my mother was a virgin when she went through her photo-shoot, she hadn't bled when Colin opened her up.

I didn't disappoint, and neither did Colin...he took me through the pain of my violently forced deflowering and I bled a lot for him but as soon as they had the blood shot on film, Colin turned into a gentle lover. Tom had set his camera to movie mode and he filmed Colin fucking me from the pain of the initial opening up through to a massively pleasurable orgasm.

Colin and I had a break...my internals were plastered with a soothing salve and I had another alcoholic drink while Tom fed the memory card from his camera into his computer, he used a commercial program to lay the photographs down on one massive page that was broken up into pairs of frames, the first picture of me was placed in the right hand frame of the second pair of frames and the picture that would be the last picture was in the frame to the left of that first one, the second picture was placed on another page, this time in the left frame of the second pair alongside the second from last picture on the right...then the third picture was placed next to the last picture on the first sheet.

Colin and I ate a sandwich while Tom turned sixty photographs of me stripping off into a book. Tom and Colin had a discussion, Tom said, "I know that the theme has always been that the girls were twelve years old so that we didn't ruffle too many feathers amongst our continental cousins but Sarah looks so young, I think that we should change the title, call her nine years old rather than twelve."

Colin nodded his head.

Tom formed the front cover, again, I could understand my name in the title but nothing else in the title, 'Sarah Neunjährige Jungfrau',

Tom published the two massive pages onto a drop box site before sending the address and password of the drop box account to someone in an email.

As soon as Tom was finished, I was dragged back into the bedroom and Tom took a turn at fucking me while Colin played the photographer and filmed us. Tom was in no hurry to finish his fun with me and he was still fucking me when it was time for my school to finish for the day. By the time I'd cleaned myself up and out and dressed again in my school uniform, there was just time enough for me to walk back to the bus stop as the school bus returned with all the kids from my school on it. I joined in with the crocodile of school kids walking from the bus stop into the estate that we all lived in. My best friend Kelly pestering me to find out where I'd been all day. I just smiled at her and said, "I thought that it was about time that I lost my virginity...so I did it today!"

Kelly was all, "Who...what...where...how...but more importantly...who?"

I wondered if I should tell her that it was my father, or possibly my grandfather but she might not understand, she still went to church every Sunday and to Sunday school before church, she might have told someone about me, if I let it slip that I'd committed incest to lose my cherry!

I saw my mother and grandmother in a very different light after seeing them losing their virginity, I also noticed that they were very much more relaxed after spending time fucking in the past few days but still nothing had been mentioned about what had happened.

It took me almost a month to lose the smile from my face caused by my first fucking and something had changed at school as well, Kelly had pestered me every day about who had taken my virginity so others had overheard her and now it had run around the school that Sarah Clarke wasn't a virgin anymore and they had stopped being horrible to me and had become more friendly towards me.

It was exactly a month after I'd bunked off of school and lost my virginity, I was at school sitting next to Kelly as usual, even though four boys had asked me to sit next to them. I don't know what had gone on that morning to make it so different to usual but I couldn't seem to do anything right, I'd gone from an 'A-' student to...well, there wasn't actually a grade low enough to measure how badly I'd done that morning but I would have put it at a 'Z-' if I had to score myself...I needed chocolate to drown my sorrows and even though it was against the rules, I dodged the line for the school dining room and left school with the local kids that went home for their lunch. I went over to the newsagents shop across the road from school, I was third girl to arrive and the sign in the window proclaimed, 'Only two students at a time in the shop please'...so I had to wait outside the door for the two girls inside to finish their shop.

I was still alone in the street outside the shop when the girls both walked out together so I went in. I walked up to the counter, I greedily eyed up the one kilogram bar of milk chocolate but that was priced at seven pounds so I picked up the forty-five gram bar priced at a pound. It was actually the first time that I'd been in that shop. I never normally had an opportunity to visit that shop because of the school having rules about students leaving the school grounds...the bus delivered us into the bus station inside the grounds and took us home from the same place and we weren't supposed to leave school at lunch time if we didn't live in the area.

The shop keeper was an Asian man, the local kids called him 'Dirty Harry', not because he looked like Clint Eastwood or because he carried a 'Colt Magnum...the most powerful hand gun in the world!' or so they said in the movie of the same name...I didn't need to actually ask why he was called Dirty Harry, just looking at the pornographic books along the top shelf told me why he had that nickname.

I realised that the Asian man was looking at me strangely, then he girded up his loins and he said, "Are you Sarah?"

I was shocked but I nodded my head.

"I knew that you couldn't be nine years old, no one under eleven years old at your school!"

The shop door buzzer announced that another customer had just entered the shop, a tall thin man looked nervously in my direction before he cleared his throat, "Has the new magazine come in yet Abdul mate?"

Abdul smiled at him, "It has my friend but come and look at this!"

I saw the man nervously shaking his head as he looked at me. Abdul bent down and took something from a hidden drawer and he handed it to the customer, "That will be fifteen pounds please but I do suggest that you look inside at page three at least before you leave the shop!"

As soon as the magazine was handed over, I recognised it, it was exactly the same as the two books that I'd seen from Colin's collection a month earlier, one subtle difference, it didn't say Elizabeth or Victoria, it had, 'Sarah Neunjährige Jungfrau' printed in gold on its buff green, thick card, cover.

I smiled at him as he looked at my picture on page three and he gasped, "You're Sarah from this magazine?"

I nodded my head.

"If you let me take your picture signing my copy of the magazine, I'll buy your chocolate for you!"

He took his mobile phone out of his pocket and held it up in my direction, I reached out and took it off of him and handed the phone to Abdul, then I stood next to the man and Abdul took a picture of us as I signed the magazine while the man had his arm over my shoulder, then, while I still held the magazine in my hand, I turned my face to kiss him on his cheek, just as he looked down at me so the kiss on his cheek ended up as a kiss on the lips with the sound of the fake shutter sound from his mobile phone in Abdul's hands.

The customer took my little bar of chocolate out of my hand and instead of handing it over to Abdul to scan it into his till, that small bar was put back in the display and the monster bar was handed over to Abdul and the man paid for his magazine and the monster bar of chocolate for me.

His arm was still over my shoulder as he guided me out of the shop into the precinct opposite my school. "I only live around the corner, fancy coming to my place for a little fun..." he checked his wrist watch, "...you've got ninety minutes before school starts for the afternoon...I'll give you fifty pounds if you'll come and play with me for an hour in my house!"

I looked across the road at my school friends running around the playground like a flock of demented bees and thought, 'What the fuck...I've been crap in lessons all morning...why not have a little fun and go back to lessons again tomorrow!'

"I'll come and play with you for four hours but I have to be back at school in time for the school bus to take me back home!"

I was just three paces into his house by the time he'd stripped me totally naked, he knelt in front of me and he kissed my belly, then he compared my naked picture of me with the real me, "Your stomach was totally flat in this picture, how long ago was it taken?"

"A month ago...why?"

"Because developing this much of a bump in just a month hasn't been caused by chocolate...you could be pregnant!"

I snatched my diary out of my pocket and flicked back through the pages, my last period was six weeks ago and as I opened my legs for him to fuck me, I thought, 'Colin the father has struck again, possibly the fourth generation of Clarke's in my belly!'

7,824 Words.

Click isabella-30-uk@hotmail.co.uk if you would like to comment on this, or any other story by Isabella.

Please help to support ASSTR by making a donation HERE