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Terry's Brother
by Pskao (pskao@juno.com)
***
Fred finds his sister Terry after 20 years, and with
her husband's encouragement and her own willingness,
makes her pregnant. He turns her into a whore, shares
her with her sons, and shares her with their (Terry &
Fred's) father too. (MMdom/F, inc, voy, prost, preg)
***
Fred, in the bank to arrange the transfer of a very
large amount of money into a new account, looked at a
desk as they walked by, said, "Excuse me just a
minute," to Mr. Wilkins, then exclaimed, "Terry! Is
that you?"
Terry Riemann, hearing a voice she hadn't heard in over
20 years, looked up at the man standing next to the
bank president, and felt her whole body go into shock.
"Fred!? My God! What are you doing here?"
Fred turned and said, "Mr. Wilkins, I'm sure you
already know my sister, Mrs. Terry Riemann." He then
turned to his sister and opened his arms.
Mr. Wilkins looked at the couple hugging in surprise.
He had no idea that the extremely wealthy Mr. Fred
Gauss (he'd checked various sources) had any relatives
in this city. Terry had been one of his better
employees for over 15 years, moving up from teller to
her current position as loan officer, despite looking
very plump in her usual bulky sweater and loose skirt.
Fred was happy to learn that his sister was still using
her clothing to disguise her voluptuous body as he
squeezed her enormous breasts to his own chest and felt
her slender ribcage beneath the sweater. He knew that
his jealousy 15 years ago was one of the reasons she'd
left home. Fred whispered in Terry's ear, "Can I get
your phone number and address? Now's not a good time. I
have a meeting with Mr. Wilkins. Give them to me after
the meeting."
That evening, Fred called the number his sister had
given him after the meeting. A man answered. Fred said,
"Hello? This is Fred Gauss."
"Fred! Hi, this is Eric! Terry hasn't stopped talking
about you since she got home from work! I haven't seen
her this excited in, well, never! She's almost jumping
up and down! Say, I know we didn't part on the best of
terms, but would you like to come over for dinner?
Terry's got a lasagna in the oven, which she says you
used to love, and she's also mixing up a batch of
butterscotch chip cookies, which she also says you used
to love. The boys are off at college and it'd be just
the three of us, but if you don't want..."
"I'd love to," interrupted Fred. "Shall we say in half
an hour?"
Fred heard muffled voices on the line, then heard Eric
say, "Terry says that'd be perfect. The lasagna will be
done and the cookies cooling, and she can doll herself
up..."
"Half an hour it is, then. See you soon, Eric,"
interrupted Fred again, only now remembering how
difficult it was to get Eric to stop once he started
talking.
* * *
In a little over half an hour, Fred knocked on the
door. Terry opened it wearing a tight sweater and
slacks, not bothering to hid the fact that she was
actually just a slender woman with huge breasts. After
all, her brother already knew she had huge breasts, and
he was safe, wasn't he? "Come on in," she said with a
smile.
Fred smiled back and handed her the two bottles in his
hands. "Here, these are for you," he said, using the
bottles to hid the surge of lust caused by the sight of
his beautiful sister. He didn't want to scare her away
again, it had been too long since he'd last seen her.
"Look Eric at what Fred brought us!" said Terry to her
husband in the living room.
"The wine is a Chianti, and the other is a 50-year-old
cognac that I rather like. I hope you enjoy them," said
Fred.
"Great!" said Eric, taking Fred's jacket. "We can have
the wine for dinner with our lasagna. Terry doesn't
drink hard stuff, but you and I can have a glass after
dinner. I'm sorry the boys aren't here, but they're
both away at the university. They're 18 and 19, and
both smart as whips! It's a good thing they both got
scholarships, because we couldn't've afforded it
otherwise. As it is, money's tight."
"Eric!" Terry interrupted. "I'm sure Fred doesn't want
to hear about our money problems. "Come on. Dinner's
ready. Let's eat," and she led the way to the dining
room.
During dinner, Terry told Fred about how she'd lived
with Eric and their two sons after she and Eric left
after their wedding. She'd been 15 years old, pregnant
with their first child, and afraid of her family's
anger. Within three months of Eric Jr.'s birth, she'd
gotten pregnant with Fred.
"Fred?" asked Fred. "So you don't hate me after all
those terrible things I said to you after the wedding?
I'm sorry I said them, and I apologize for them now."
"I forgave you ages ago. I just didn't have the courage
to call anyone. I was afraid you all still hated me!"
Terry said.
Fred blew a sigh of relief and smiled. "I don't hate
you.
I've never hated you."
Eric continued their story, telling how two babies so
close together were really expensive, so he'd gotten a
vasectomy. While the kids were still babies, Terry had
gone back to school to get her GED, and when the kids
were old enough, she'd gone to work at the bank, rising
to her current position as the senior loan officer.
Things were fine until the kids started going to the
university. They hadn't anticipated...Terry interrupted
to say that Eric hadn't anticipated...how expensive
college was, and they were deeply in debt now.
Over cookies, Fred told them about how he'd sold his
internet company for a lot of money before the crash,
having to explain the drop in internet stock prices of
a few years ago, and told them that he'd used that
money to make a large fortune investing in other up-
and-coming companies. He'd gotten in on several
extremely high-priced companies when they were low-
priced, more than making up for those that failed to
make it off the ground. He was in town for the week to
scout out new investment possibilities.
When Terry got up with the dishes, Fred took some too
to take into the kitchen. Terry chased him out, saying,
"No, no, you go back to the living room with Eric and
open that bottle of cognac. I'll do the dishes. Thanks
for bringing them in," then shooed him out with her
hands.
Back in the living room, Eric had already opened the
cognac and poured some into two wine glasses, not
having any snifters. He handed one to Fred when Fred
walked in, then sniffed his and took a sip. "Wow!" He
took a larger sip. "WOW! This stuff is great! So
smooth!"
"Careful," Fred said. "It still has a kick. It's 80
proof." Fred savored his sip before swallowing it.
Knowing Terry was listening from the kitchen, Eric
asked softly, "We really need some help. Is there
anything you can do?"
Terry heard anyway. "Don't go begging for money, Eric!
Just ignore him, Fred."
Fred smiled, thought a bit, then said, "Would $100
help? I'd pay that much for an hour alone with Terry so
that I could massage her breasts."
Silence.
Fred noticed that Eric's mouth was open, but his pants
were stiffening. When Terry came into the living room,
Fred noticed that her breathing was shallow and her
eyes almost glazed. "What?" she finally asked.
"I'll pay Eric $100 for an hour with you so that I can
massage your breasts," Fred repeated.
Terry and Eric looked at each other. Terry looked at
her brother and told him, "Go finish washing the
dishes. Eric and I need to talk."
When they heard the water running again, Eric said, "We
could use the money. And he's your brother, so it won't
go any further."
"You don't know Fred, and you don't know me. I think
Fred has always wanted me. And I know that I have a
secret slut inside of me wanting out. If you let this
happen, she might come out and there'll be no way I
could change back again. Let's put limits on this,"
Terry said.
"OK, go get him," Eric said.
When Fred was back in the living room, Eric said, "OK,
$100 for half an hour, not an hour."
Looking at Terry, Fred said, "Fine, but you're bare
from the waist up." Looking at Eric, he added, "And you
can't watch."
"And you keep your clothes on. You can't be naked,"
Terry added. "But you can kiss me and use your hands as
you like above my waist."
Fred took a $100 bill out of his wallet and handed it
to Eric, asking, "Where shall we do this?"
"We'll do it in our bedroom. Eric, you keep time," said
Terry, taking Fred's hand and leading the way. After
closing the door to the master bedroom, she took off
her sweater and bra, then laid back on the bed.
Fred felt a resurgence of his lust for his sister that
he'd had since even before she'd started developing
when she was 11. He caressed, fondled, squeezed, and
massaged Terry's beautiful big breasts with all the
adoration of a sycophant before his goddess. When he
kissed Terry's lips, she opened her mouth and let his
tongue in, dueling with it, using her own tongue to
explore his mouth. Her breasts were very sensitive, and
she'd already had two orgasms before he started kissing
her mouth; and that erotic kiss brought her to another,
making her groan into her brother's mouth.
"Oh God!" she said as Fred broke the kiss to nibble on
a nipple. "You've made me cum three times! You're going
to turn me into a slut, I just know you are. Nnngghh!
Four times! You're so much better than Eric, and you
haven't even seen my pussy! Oooohhhnnngg!! Oh God! I
love it!"
Terry had lost count of the number of orgasms she'd had
by the time Eric knocked and opened the door to tell
them "Time's up!" He looked at the crotch of Terry's
slacks, then at Fred.
"I didn't even touch her there," said Fred, noticing
that Terry's crotch was soaked through.
"He didn't," said Terry, noticing where they were
looking.
"I did that all on my own."
"Tell you what. I'll give you $500 for an hour alone
with Terry with her all naked for a full-body massage,"
said Fred.
Eric looked at Terry, who just stared. Eric said, "Why
don't you give us your number at the hotel, and we'll
call you later. We need to talk first."
After Fred left, Terry said, "He made me come many
times. If we let him do the full-body massage, I'm
pretty sure I'll be a full-fledged slut looking for
anyone who wants to fuck me."
Eric said, "You know I've always wanted you to dress
sexier and show off your magnificent body."
"Oh God! If I'm a slut, I'll have a whole new wardrobe!
Guys'll be hitting on me, and I'll be accepting. Is
that what you want? Is that really, really what you
want?" Terry asked.
"YES! It's been a fantasy of mine to watch you fuck
other men and get pregnant!"
"Whoa! Aren't we going too fast?" asked Terry. "Let's
not go all the way all at once. My brother is an
excellent boob lover, but let's not go all the way all
at once."
"My dreams are coming true! You're going to become a
pregnant whore! When was your last period?"
"I'm fertile later this week. We're not going all the
way tomorrow, though," Terry insisted.
When they reached Fred at his hotel, they told him that
it would be $500 for a full hour with a fully naked
Terry tomorrow, but he had to keep his clothes on. Fred
agreed. He'd be there after work.
Fred didn't know that his plans for Terry coincided so
closely with Eric's. Although Fred's lust for his
sister had not demised over the years, his love for her
had. He'd felt betrayed when she left with Eric. He
wanted his sister as his plaything, his sex toy, the
mother of one of his kids, but he didn't want to live
with her or marry her. He wanted to be her pimp. He
didn't know that Eric wanted pretty much the same
thing, only Eric also wanted the money that whoring out
his wife would bring in. Eric also wanted to watch.
* * *
The next day after work, Fred knocked on their door.
This time, Eric answered. After greetings, Fred handed
Eric five 100 dollar bills, and Eric said, "You know
the way to the bedroom. She's in there, waiting for
you. You keep your clothes on, though."
Fred just smiled as he went into the bedroom.
Terry was standing by the bed, wearing just a silk
nightgown. She said "Hi" and laid back on the bed.
Fred said, "Wow, you're beautiful!" and got on the bed
next to her. They kissed while Fred caressed and
squeezed his sister's boobs. He spent ten minutes
kissing her and making love to her breasts, making
Terry cum several times. When he finally felt down and
touched her pussy, she had already soaked the bed under
her ass. His fingers slipped in easily. He kissed his
way down and with one hand holding her cunt open, gave
her even bigger orgasms while licking her slit and
nibbling on her clit while the unoccupied hand
continued playing with her boobs. When he looked up, he
saw that she'd put a pillow over her face to muffle her
screams. She took the pillow off and said, "Let me rest
a little. God! That's so good!"
Fred said, "This is fun, making you cum. I get the
feeling that Eric likes it, too. Is he a wife watcher?"
He continued diddling her pussy with his fingers.
"Oh, yes. He's been begging me to dress sexy since
before we were married."
"Why didn't you?" Fred asked.
"I knew that if I dressed sexy, men would come onto me,
and my breasts are so sensitive, that if I let someone
play with them, then he'd have his cock into me in no
time. I knew I could easily be a slut, and I didn't
want to hurt my family, especially after the way Eric
and I left," Terry said.
"So you dress ugly to keep men away. How many people
know just how beautiful you really are?" Fred asked.
"Well, just you and Eric. I suppose Father knows, and I
think my sons know. No one else. Eric's the only man
who's ever been inside me, except for your fingers and
my sons before they were born," Terry said.
Fred felt enormous affection for his sister, and
scootched up to kiss her. After the kiss, Terry said,
"I've never tasted myself before. I like it!"
"So do I," Fred said. "You mean that Eric never licked
your pussy?"
"No, you're the first," said Terry. "Do it some more?"
"Love to, but turn over onto your knees with the butt
in the air. I want to lick and feel you from behind,"
said Fred.
Terry got onto her knees with her butt in the air, and
was shocked when Fred stuck his tongue into her
asshole. Once over the surprise, Terry began to enjoy
his tongue licking her from clit to asshole, dipping
into her cunt and asshole. She started having orgasms
again, different from any she'd ever felt before. She
mashed her ass against her brother's face and screamed
facedown into the pillow during each one. Finally, she
said, "Let me rest some more. I've never cum so hard or
so often in my life! You must've had plenty of
practice!"
Fred didn't answer, just caressed her from neck to knee
along her back. He admired her shapely legs and
showered her calves with kisses, then moved up and did
the same to her thighs. He pulled her back onto her
elbows and knees, and then hefted her boobs hanging
below her. "You have the largest, most beautiful
breasts of any woman I've ever known. And they're so
sensitive! I can feel you trembling just from me
squeezing them! Oh, Terry! You're a doll built for
sex!" Fred said.
Before the hour was up, Fred had kissed every inch of
her body and had his tongue in all her holes, including
the ones on her face. Terry loved it. She was adored,
and she'd had countless orgasms. When Eric walked in at
the end of the hour, he saw Terry in the midst of a
huge orgasm with Fred's face buried in her pussy, her
legs on his shoulders, Fred's right hand diddling her
clit, and fingers of Fred's left hand inside her
asshole. Terry was screaming into a pillow. Eric was
stunned by the sight of his wife in the throes of a
bigger orgasm than any he'd ever given her, and came
inside his pants, which were already gooey from
listening to his wife and her brother outside the door.
When Terry's hips finally relaxed enough to fall to the
bed, Eric said, "Time's up!" The incestuous couple on
the bed just looked at him.
Fred let his sister's legs off his shoulders, then
said, "Tomorrow, I want to be naked, too." Terry
smiled.
Eric, looking at his wife, asked, "Are you ready for
this?" When she nodded, Eric said to Fred, "You want to
fuck her, don't you. You want to fuck your own sister,
right? You want to..."
"Yes," Fred interrupted. "It's always been a fantasy of
mine to fuck my own beautiful sister. And to turn her
into a whore? Wow!? How exciting! Do you want to be a
whore, Terry?"
"YES!" she shouted. "I think you've succeeded into
turning me into a slut! Please, turn me into a whore,
too! A pregnant whore! Your pregnant whore!" She
shuddered in anticipation.
"OK," said Eric, "we all agree. Yes, Fred, Terry's
gonna be fertile this week, and there's a good chance
you'll make your own sister pregnant. I've had a
vasectomy and can't any more. Do you still want to fuck
her? How much are you willing to pay?"
"Oh yes!" replied Fred. "$1000 for an hour with her.
And I'd love to be the one to put her next kid in her!"
Terry, squeezing her sensitive breasts, shuddered in
orgasm. Her own brother was willing to turn her into a
whore, an expensive whore, but still a whore. He wanted
to get her pregnant! She shuddered again.
"That sounds good to me," Eric said. "When you do it, I
want to watch. I want to watch my wife turned into a
whore by her own brother. I want to watch her become
pregnant by her own brother."
"Fine, but it'll cost you $100," said Fred.
"OK," said Eric.
"How far are you both willing to take this?" asked
Fred.
"What do you mean?" asked Terry.
"Well, I want to be your sole customer until you're
pregnant, but after that, are you willing to fuck
strangers for money?" asked Fred.
"YES!" shouted Terry and Eric simultaneously.
"Are you willing to be the only woman fucking a large
number of men?"
"YES!" shouted Eric while Terry screamed in orgasm at
the very thought.
"I'll be back tomorrow after work with $1000," said
Fred. "You have $100 ready for me, Eric, if you still
want to watch me turn my little sister into a pregnant
whore."
After Fred left, Eric took off his clothes, climbed
onto his wife, and put his cock into her cunt. "Oh God!
You're so juicy! It's so delicious feeling my cock in
your gooey cunt! Just think, Terry, tomorrow you'll
have your own brother's sperm in there, searching for
your egg, and he'll have paid $1000 to do it! Oh Terry,
your own brother's gonna make you a whore. He's gonna
make you pregnant!" They came together, but more from
thinking of what was going to happen than from the
action of Eric's little cock inside of Terry's pussy.
* * *
The next day after work, Fred knocked on the door to be
greeted by Eric. Once inside, Fred handed Eric $1000,
while Eric handed Fred $100. In the bedroom, Fred saw
that Terry was waiting for him, sitting on the bed
wearing nothing but thigh-high stockings. While Eric
took a seat at the vanity, Fred said, "God Terry!
You're beautiful! You know, you can still back out.
I've paid $1000 to Eric, but you won't be a whore until
I put my dick in you. Are you sure you want me, your
own brother, to make you a whore?"
"Oh yes! Look," she said, spreading her legs. "I'm
soaking the bed just thinking about you turning me into
a whore! I never told you, but one of the reasons we
left after the marriage was because I wanted you so
much, but I knew it was wrong. But if I'm a whore, then
I have to fuck whomever pays me, right? So take off
your clothes and fuck me! Turn me into your whore!"
Fred started taking off his clothes and said, "And
you're not using birth control, right?"
Terry was squeezing her boobs. "That's right, and I'm
fertile tonight! So fuck your sister and turn her into
your whore. Make your whore-sister pregnant!"
"Stick it in her! Turn her into a whore! Turn your own
sister into a whore! God I've been wanting this for 20
years! Turn my wife into your whore. Into your pregnant
whore! Into your pregnant, incestuous whore! Fuck the
slut!" Eric was shouting from his corner.
Terry gasped at her first sight of her brother's cock.
It was far bigger than Eric's. She was trembling,
thinking of what it would feel like inside her. She
laid back.
Fred hadn't cum in days and the sight of his slender
sister clad only in stockings, dripping onto the bed,
huge breasts falling off to the side, lust in her eyes
for him, FOR HER OWN BROTHER, ready to be turned into a
whore, was really exciting. He told her, "Beg me to
turn you into a whore. No foreplay today, I'm just
going to fuck you, but only while you're begging me to
turn you into a whore!"
"Yes, please make me your whore!" said Terry while Eric
was saying, "Fuck her and turn her into a whore!"
"Twenty-one years ago you were a virgin, then you
weren't and can never be a virgin again. For twenty
years you've been a faithful wife, tonight you'll be an
adulteress and will never be faithful again. Tonight
you'll be a whore and will be a whore for the rest of
your life. Tonight I'll make you pregnant with your own
niece or nephew, and that child will always be your
niece or nephew. Now's your last chance to say no,"
Fred said, keeping his cock away from Terry's questing
hips.
"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Make me pregnant, turn me into
an unfaithful wife! Turn me into a whore!"
"Don't stop begging me to turn you into a whore while
I'm entering you and fucking you," Fred said. "Put my
cock into your adulteress hole."
Terry reached for his cock and lined it up, all the
while begging her brother to turn her into a whore. She
begged him while he slowly entered her. She begged him
when he bottomed out, but stopped for an orgasm. She
begged him while he slowly pulled out and started
speeding up, stopping only when she came. She begged
him while he slammed into her for three strokes,
stopping only when Fred came inside her, triggering a
huge orgasm of her own.
Fred rested on top of his sister and looked into her
panting face. "You're now a whore, Terry. I've just
turned my own sister into a whore." Terry just panted.
Fred looked over at Eric and said, "I've just turned
your wife into a whore. What do you think?"
"That was so exciting! I came in my pants just watching
you! She never begged you to make her pregnant, and you
have lots of time left on your hour," said Eric, hoping
for more.
Fred could feel Terry's pussy squeezing his cock,
trying to bring him back to life. He knew it wouldn't
take long. Looking at Terry, he said, "How far do you
want to take this? I want to be the only man fucking
you other than Eric, until we're sure you're pregnant
with my baby. After that, we could turn you into a real
whore." He felt Terry shudder in orgasm beneath him.
Eric shouted, "God! Yes! Do it! Turn her into a real
whore! Have her fuck lots of men! Gangbang her! I want
my wife to be a real slut and whore!"
"We know Eric's opinion. What about you Terry?" Fred
asked. He could feel his cock stiffening inside his
sister.
So could she. She was down enough off her high to be
able to talk again. "Oh, yes! First make me pregnant,
then take me to other men! I want to be a whore! I'm
not longer the faithful wife and mother! I'm now just a
slut who wants men and more men! You can make me
pregnant this time, but I don't want to know who the
fathers of my future children are! I want them to be
black, brown, yellow, and I don't want to know who the
dad is! I want to be a true whore!"
"With your body and enthusiasm, you're going to make a
lot of money as a whore!" Fred said. He wanted to bang
his sister, but also wanted her to know just what was
in store for her. "You're going to fuck anyone who pays
you your price. I'll lend money to your sons so that
they can fuck you! We'll visit our parents, and
Father'll fuck you too! You'll visit Eric's parents,
and your father-in-law will fuck you! Mr. Wilkins at
the bank will fuck you! Once your neighbors figure out
what's going on, they'll come up with the cash and fuck
you! You'll be the reason why lots of couples get
divorced! Your wardrobe will change, and you'll always
dress in tight clothes, especially as you're going to
be pregnant most of the time for the next 10 or fifteen
years! You're going to show off your body, not hide it,
and you'll fuck any man who pays you! IS THAT WHAT YOU
WANT?" Fred shouted in excitement.
Eric came in his pants again, unable to speak for once.
"YES! MAKE ME YOUR ALWAYS PREGNANT WHORE!" Terry
screamed.
* * *
That's how Terry became a whore. She had her brother's
child nine months after their first fuck. Fred paid
Eric $1000 each night to fuck Terry for the rest of the
week. On the weekend, he took them shopping for Terry's
new wardrobe. He bought her only tight clothing that
emphasized her enormous breasts and shapely hips and
legs. No pants, only mini-skirts or mini-dresses. No
pantyhose, only thigh-highs or stockings needing
garter-belts.
No bras (which Terry had had to have specially made,
anyway). Only a few thongs for those cases when Terry
would need something to hold in the cum after she was
done. Fred left on Sunday after taking Terry's anal
cherry Saturday night. He told her, "Charge more for
the next guy who wants your ass. It's worth it."
On Monday, Terry wore new clothes to work and resigned.
She also earned $1000 from Mr. Wilkins that night. She
began work as a whore. She never had to promote
herself, as her looks and dress attracted men. Most
were willing to pay $1000 to fuck her. She started
taking referrals. She was now making more money in a
week than she had before in a year. Eric was happy
having a whore-wife.
Fred came to visit a few days before her sons came home
for Christmas break. Eric and Terry invited him to stay
with them and share their bed. Terry fucked Fred for
free as a reward for exposing her to her new lifestyle.
The first night resting on Terry after fucking her
while Eric sucked a nipple, Fred said, "You know that
I'm going to have you fuck both of your sons."
"I don't know if I can," Terry said. "I've wanted you
all my life, but they're my boys!"
"Don't worry, you'll want it and enjoy it," Fred told
her.
Terry's sons were stunned when they saw their mother's
new look. She was now three months pregnant, and her
expanding belly was obscenely sexy in her tight
clothes. They met their uncle Fred for the first time,
and suspected that he had something to do with the
change in their mother, especially after he said, "Well
boys, what do you think of your mother's new look?"
They stammered, nervous. Eric watched, as usual,
wanting to see just how far things would go.
"You must've known your mother wasn't fat. She just had
big boobs," Fred said, lifting them and displaying them
for the boys. Seeing their shared look, Fred asked
Terry, "You mean you never let your sons see you in a
bathing suit or in a bra?"
Terry shook her head.
"Didn't you ever hug your mother?" he asked the boys.
Eric Jr. said, "Yes, but I always thought that was the
way a plump woman felt." "Me too," said Fred Jr.
"So this is quite a shock to you," said Fred. "Isn't
your mother gorgeous?" he asked, squeezing her breasts.
He could see hard-ons building in the boys' pants. "And
look at this," he said, pulling on of Terry's breasts
out of her dress. "Doesn't it make you just want to
fondle and suck and chew on it?" He gave it another
squeeze.
The boys looked at each other, at their mom who had her
eyes half closed, and at their dad who seemed excited
and eager for them to grab their mom.
Fred looked at Terry and asked, "Are you sure you'll be
able to resist these two handsome, fine-looking boys?"
He had to grab her around the waist as Terry's knees
seemed to buckle.
"You know I'll do anything you ask if you play with my
boobs," was Terry's response.
"Go ahead," Fred said, pulling the other breast out of
her dress, "play with them. One thing, though. Your
mother is now a whore, but I'm sure she'll give you a
discount seeing as how you're relatives. How does $5000
each for the duration of their stay sound, Eric?"
Eric nodded, eager to watch his sons fuck their mother.
Fred handed each of them $5000 in hundred dollar bills
and told them, "Here you are. Consider this a belated
Christmas gift for all the Christmases we missed. This
year's gift is your mother. That's my baby in there.
Since you're already Fred after me, it's a good thing
this one's a girl."
Terry loved all the sex she got that Christmas holiday.
Fred, Eric Jr., and Fred Jr. were in her almost all the
time. Even when cooking, one of them would be feeling
her up. While eating, she'd have someone's cock in her
pussy or ass. She loved it when two or three of them
would take her at the same time. She found she could
take two cocks into her pussy or ass at the same time.
She loved being used. Her husband loved watching, and
only fucked her mouth during the holidays, although he
loved playing with her breasts.
* * *
After Terry gave birth to her daughter, Fred made sure
she got pregnant again within two months. No one knew
who the father of this baby was. After it was born, he
brought their father for a visit. He wanted Terry's
next child to be his and Terry's own brother or sister.
Their father stayed until Terry was pregnant again.
Fred only used her mouth or ass during their stay. They
didn't know who fathered Terry's next child, but he was
black. They didn't know who fathered the next either,
but it was one of her sons. (She was thrilled to give
birth to her own grandchild.) The next was brown, and
the next was yellow.
Terry earned a fortune as a whore. With Fred's help,
she turned that fortune into an immense sum, well able
to support her expanding family. Eric loved watching
when he could, and was happy to spend the money that
his wife earned. He brought in his co-workers as
Terry's customers before quitting his job. He'd taking
pictures and videos of his wife in action, and sell
them on the internet, earning a hefty chunk of change
for himself, too.
Fred never did marry, but eventually took his huge-
breasted daughter by Terry as his common-law wife when
she was 18. They had lots of kids, and as far as anyone
knows, were faithful to each other.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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