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Raising Cain
by Tiffany (address withheld)

***

A mother is intimidated by her young son and as time 
goes on she's intimidated more and more. (bg/F, ped,
reluc, inc, 1st)

***

Cain is our only child, thank God. I never could have 
raised two. Cain would have been a handful for any 
mother under the best of circumstances. My husband, 
Cliff, hamstrung me with Dr. Spock's method of child 
raising. Yes, Cliff read the book forward and backward. 
He firmly believed in the non-physical method of child 
raising. Dr. Spock never tried his methods on a kid 
like Cain. If he had, his book would have been 
completely different.

You can say no to Cain until you're blue in the face; 
he doesn't mind. You can talk and reason until you're 
black and blue; nothing gets through. Even at the age 
of three, Cain would stand flat-footed and yell, "NO!" 
Consequently, Cain grew up getting his way on almost 
everything. I don't dare try to shop with him. 

As for getting help from Cliff, no chance. Cliff thinks 
the method is working just fine. He would, he's never 
around. Cliff thinks a kid that gets expelled twice a 
year since first grade is a sign of being high 
spirited. He will not help me break his kid's spirit. 
Cliff can control Cain by a firm lecture, but avoids 
them if possible. In order to curb an intolerable 
situation, I must call on Cliff. Afterwards, Cain stays 
pissed at me for days, making my life miserable for 
telling on him. Therefore, I try not to involve Cliff.

As an example, when Cain was eight, he suddenly took an 
interest in the physical differences between boys and 
girls. He marched in the door one day, strode up to me, 
and said, "Mom, take your clothes off. I want to see 
you naked."

I looked at him like he was nuts and told him, in a 
manner of speaking, to go to hell. The war was on. I 
could not turn my back on him after that. He'd lift my 
skirt and try to yank my panties down. He'd reach 
inside my blouse. He even snuck under my bedding with a 
flash light. When I told Cliff what Cain was doing, 
Cliff quoted book and verse from Dr. Spock's book. 
"Parents should satisfy the natural curiosity of 
children. Sex should be discussed openly to the degree 
the child wants to know." He told me to let the kid 
look.

I am painfully shy about my body, even though I think I 
have a good one. I'm not big busted, but I am trim and 
shapely. Without Cliff's help, I knew I was fighting a 
losing battle. The worst part of all was that the war 
interfered with my favorite pastime, masturbation. I 
could never relax knowing Cain might be hiding and 
watching.

The next day, while fighting off Cain, I suddenly 
jumped up, stripped, and reclined with my legs apart in 
complete surrender. Cain had a field day exploring 
every nook and cranny of my body. I gave him the three 
dollar tour. At his insistence, I even demonstrated how 
women pee, sitting on the toilet with my knees out wide 
while Cain peeled back my labia lips. 

He fondled, pinched, and sucked on my tits. There was 
nothing sexual about this. He was simply curious. After 
that, he stopped bugging me. He paid little attention 
to my body, in fact. The positive side-effect of this 
was that I overcame my inhibitions around Cain. In a 
way, being nude in Cain's presence was easier than 
being nude with Cliff. Cliff and I still made love with 
the lights off. 

I thought I'd been through the worst, and then puberty 
hit. Cain shot up like a weed. Now, in the seventh 
grade, when he stands flat-footed to tell me no, we are 
eye to eye. Furthermore, he took a renewed interest in 
my body, a sexual interest, at a time when Cliff 
wouldn't look twice at a beaver shot. I can't say I 
didn't enjoy the attention, but I strongly resented my 
son's crude fondling. When he'd finger fuck me or try 
to suck my tits, I'd tell him no. He rarely took my no 
seriously, but I tried to be firm. I struggled against 
his assaults, but he was big enough by then to 
overpower me.

I'm a petite woman anyway. I stand five two, and my 
normal weight is one hundred and ten pounds. Cain 
weighs about the same, but he is all muscle. I couldn't 
hold him down if I wanted to take a belt to him. In 
those early months of puberty, I wanted to do just 
that. If Cliff only knew what his son has put me 
through, he'd... well, he'd have done something, I'm 
sure. I just wish I'd told him when the trouble first 
started. 

This all started when Cain's voice started changing. He 
began taking an abnormal interest in women, not girls, 
women. He had a source for hard-core pornography. He 
kept these slick magazines in his room. Since I cleaned 
his room, I noticed everything. Cain never tried to 
hide them, anyway. I knew the first time he had an 
ejaculation. He proudly soiled his bed sheets, 
underwear, and socks which I had to handle. 

When I made no comment about this, he became bolder. He 
began depositing his load on my personal things. I 
found his sperm on my toothbrush, in my clean panties, 
on my pillow, in my favorite coffee cup, in my shoe and 
on my bra cups. Far from upsetting me, I grew to enjoy 
these sticky surprises. If I felt something squish 
between my toes on slipping a shoe on, I'd wear the 
shoe that way. I brushed my teeth with his sperm and 
drank my coffee with sperm cream. If I pulled out a 
pair of fresh panties with a soggy crotch, I wore them. 
I gladly set my breasts in wet bra cups.

I tried to never let Cain see me do these things, but 
one morning, I caught him zipping up after sperming my 
coffee cup. I pulled back, out of sight, my pussy all 
a-tingle. I took a deep breath and walked into the 
kitchen, putting on my usual, half-asleep morning face. 
As Cain sat before his cereal, watching me with a 
wicked grin, I groggily poured coffee in the cup, added 
a spoon of sugar, a spoon of creamer, and stirred 
without looking. When I brought the coffee to my lips, 
taking a long sip, Cain's wry grin became a wide grin. 
I made a pleasant face and joined him. He said, "How's 
your coffee this morning, Mom?"

I said, "It's very rich. I always enjoy my first cup 
best of all, but this morning the coffee is even 
better." I took another long sip, watching his 
reaction. He just smiled knowingly.

The following morning, I walked in on him while he was 
jerking off, naked in his bed. He didn't stop; he 
didn't even look up. My catching him triggered his 
orgasm, in fact. He ejaculated all over his chest, then 
he looked to me. I backed out, blushing profusely.

***

After that, Cain jacked off wherever and whenever he 
felt the need. He went for shock value and was quite 
proud of his erections. He had a right to be. For a 
thirteen-year-old, he had an impressive piece of meat 
between his legs. He had seven inches as thick as his 
father's with a flaring helmet as big as a plum. When 
erect, his adult-looking cock arched back almost to his 
lower belly. His father had eight inches but had 
difficulty reaching the perpendicular when fully erect, 
and the head was smaller than Cain's. Furthermore, Cain 
still had a lot of growing to do.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to look at my 
son's cock. Cliff was my first and only lover. Cliff's 
cock was the only adult cock I'd ever seen in person. 
Until Cain started bringing the porn home, Cliff's cock 
was the only adult cock I'd ever seen. I thought Cliff 
was huge. While Cain was in school, I learned 
differently while perusing his material. I saw cocks 
twice as big as Cliff's, as thick as my wrist, and with 
heads the size of my fist. I got weak in the knees just 
thinking about taking a cock that big. I got weak in 
the knees just thinking about taking Cain's.

Yes, in my private fantasies, I thought the 
unthinkable. I couldn't help it. I saw Cain's cock 
several times a day, in action. To make matters worse, 
I have always been fascinated by semen. I love the 
stuff. I like the taste, smell, and consistency. I love 
to feel the hot, slimy goo squirting deep inside me, 
squishing between my thighs, sliding between my pussy 
lips when I walk, running down my legs, and drying on 
my body. Cain could ejaculate eight times in one day, 
with his last load equaling his father's first. Cain's 
first could drown a cock-sucking whore. Cain gave me 
plenty to fantasize about.

Cliff was no help. I could have vented much of my 
sexual tensions on him, but he was rarely around. Cliff 
is a workaholic, and after fifteen years of marriage, 
his sexual appetite dramatically waned as mine grew. 
Sometimes, we went months between fucks and weeks 
between blow jobs. I often resorted to sucking him off 
while he slept, just for a taste of semen. When Cain 
started jerking off in front of me, I was sucking off 
Cliff whenever I could get him alone. Sometimes, he had 
to push me away. Cliff called me a sex maniac and made 
me take cold showers. I'm serious; he'd put me in the 
shower and turn on the cold water.

I knew I should have told Cliff what Cain was doing. I 
came close, but after a few forced cold showers, I was 
in no mood to curb the one outlet I had --masturbating 
to the image of a recent display of youthful virility. 
Masturbating to the image of Cain's magnificent cock 
spewing forth a fountain of rich sperm gave me my best 
orgasms ever.

Also, I knew that Cain would continue to escalate his 
activities if I didn't tell on him. The very idea 
thrilled me. Speculating about what might happen next 
was masturbatory foreplay. For the first week, all he 
did was jerk off where I'd catch him in the act. When 
he got away with that, he began jerking off after 
seeking me out. If I moved, he'd follow. 

I came close to telling Cliff after Cain jerked off 
while standing in front of me. I was seated on the 
sofa, pretending to read a magazine but secretly 
watching over the top. The first blast hit my magazine. 
Two more jets landed on my skirt. Several ropy strands 
landed on my bare legs. For appearances sake, I threw 
the magazine at him and stormed off to the bathroom. In 
the bathroom, I gathered his sperm on my fingers and 
sucked my fingers. His youthful ball juice was like 
ambrosia. 

I knew I'd be courting disaster if I didn't put a halt 
to Cain's latest outrage. I could only imagine what his 
further escalations might entail. I imagined them while 
masturbating. After a dozen terrific orgasms, I decided 
not to tell. For two days, Cain thought he would catch 
hell. For those two days, he laid low. I did not see 
his cock. For those two days, I was a wreck. At first, 
I was sorely tempted to tell Cliff what had happened, 
but after two days, I was craving another encounter. 
After seeing his father come and go twice without any 
mention of the incident, Cain relaxed.

Cliff leaves the house as Cain awakens. I usually watch 
the morning TV news while drinking my coffee, usually 
wearing only a loosely-belted short robe. On that third 
morning, I half expected, fully hoped, that Cain would 
give me a parting show before leaving for school. I 
waited with growing nervousness. I sat with my back to 
the hallway and did not hear his approach. Suddenly, a 
slimy wet hand cupped my mouth and nose from behind, 
pulling my head back.

The shock startled me, but my first strained intake of 
breath told me I had a face full of fresh sperm. I 
struggled only half-heartedly and tried shouting my 
protests. All this did was permit Cain to get his wet 
fingers in my mouth. He had me by my hair with one 
hand, laughing wickedly while wiping his sperm-covered 
hand through my moving lips.

This crude and messy assault was marvelous. My mouth, 
inside and out, was coated in his fresh spend. I 
savored the feel and taste while putting up a show of 
resistance. I made faces while he meticulously wiped 
sperm from my face and stuffed coated fingers inside my 
mouth. I could have sealed my lips tightly to prevent 
this; instead, I kept up a steady flow of muffled words 
in mock agonized disgust. He took his time and got most 
in my mouth before walking away, laughing. I swallowed 
his load then spit saliva into the lapel of my robe. I 
doubled over, sputtering and gagging, putting up a good 
front. Cain watched from a distance, laughing.

We didn't speak as he readied himself for school, but 
on the way out the door, he paused to say, "I'll whip 
up another snack for you when I get home from school. 
Bye, Mommy!"

I went straight to my bedroom and attacked my hot 
pussy. I spent most of my day torturing my cunt, in 
fact. I dreamed of the repeat assault. My only concern 
was that I somehow maintain my show of distaste and 
resistance. I knew I was weakening, and the thought of 
turning into a babbling sex slave to my Cain sent 
shudders through me. Somehow, I needed to impose 
limitations on him. Without dragging Cliff into the 
problem, that seemed an impossible feat. Still, I 
thought I must try.

When Cain returned that afternoon, I was seated in my 
usual place on the sofa wearing a nice skirt and blouse 
combination. I'd spent a great deal of time fixing my 
hair and makeup. I must have looked like I was going 
out. In truth, I wanted to look my best for Cain. He 
liked what he saw and strode right over, dropping his 
books and standing between me and the TV show I wasn't 
watching. 

Cain drew out his hardening cock and began pumping the 
arching shaft. I made a face and said, "Cain, you must 
stop treating me this way. Boys are not supposed to 
treat their mothers this way. If you must do that, 
please do it in private."

He merely grinned as I stared at his cock. He said, 
"I'm whipping you up a sperm snack. You're going to eat 
it all up, too. Sperm is good for you. You love my cum! 
You like looking at my dick, too, don't you?"

I forced my eyes up and said, "I think it's disgusting 
what you're doing, and I don't like looking. I can't 
help looking; you practically shove that thing in my 
face. I should tell your father what you're doing to 
me."

His reply was to step closer, straddling my knees, 
thrusting his cock out obscenely. I had to draw back to 
avoid the wet head as he teased, "Yeah, but you won't. 
He wouldn't care anyway. He'd probably make you suck 
it."

Cain gave me this opening to explain my reluctance in 
telling, and I jumped at the opportunity to seal my 
fate further, saying, "I know, that's why I haven't 
told him. Daddy's little boy can do anything he wants. 
Don't push your luck, though."

"Yeah, I think I'll tell him I want my own private 
whore. I'll bet he gives you the job. How about that, 
Mom? How would you like to be my whore?"

This excited him further and had my mind racing with 
the implications, the possibilities. He pumped harder 
and faster. I watched that delicious, shiny, plum bob 
repeatedly into view in the wrap of pumping fingers. 
His left hand was poised at the tip, cupped to catch 
his spend. Seconds later, thick jets poured into his 
free hand as he shuddered and groaned his release. It 
was all I could do not to lap at the puddle then suck 
that beautiful instrument into my mouth. My mouth 
watered for my son's cock, but I maintained my look of 
disgust.

When he had all the sperm cupped in his hand, he held 
that hand to my lips and said, "Here, lick it up."

I turned my head. He mounted the sofa, kneeling on my 
left side. He took my hair in his right hand and pulled 
my head back forcefully. When I opened wide to go, 
"ouch," he upended his cupped left hand into my open 
mouth. His sperm poured in, filling my mouth. I was in 
heaven. He said, "Now, swallow it all." He pulled 
harder on my hair. I didn't want to swallow, because I 
was hoping to savor the taste. He took my stalling as 
reluctance, but I finally did as he insisted. 

He then put the wet palm to my lips and said, "Lick it 
all off." I licked his palm. Afterwards, he got up, 
grinning from ear to ear. I sat rightfully humbled and 
ashamed. My face was even red. I'm sure he thought I 
was embarrassed, certainly humiliated.

Cain was so happy with the way I took to his domination 
of me, my subservient behavior, that he couldn't wait 
to try again. The next assault happened thirty minutes 
later as I was leaning over the sink, peeling carrots 
for our evening meal. His sperm-laden hand came from 
behind, cupped under my lower lip. I gripped the 
counter top and made a groan of despair. This time, he 
pushed on the back of my head until my head was down, 
my lips in the puddle. He said, "Lap it up."

I hesitated only long enough to make my surrender 
believable, then dipped my tongue into the warm, white 
mess. He giggled and drove me on. Soon, I was lapping 
at the puddle like a dog. His other hand wasn't idle, 
either. He ran his right hand up my skirt from behind 
and insinuated the fingers down my panties. I clamped 
my legs together but he forced his way into the crotch, 
digging at my hole with his fingers. I lapped and 
groaned in feigned mortification. When he moved his wet 
fingers up my ass crack and stopped at my anus, I 
stopped licking. His index finger poked rudely inside 
and I cried out, "No! Please don't do that!"

He ignored me and fucked that finger in and out, 
saying, "Shut up and keep licking, whore." I tolerated 
that butt finger-fucking and went back to my licking 
like a good whore should. When he worked a second 
finger up my ass, I merely groaned. When I had his hand 
clean, he dropped that hand down and went in my panties 
from the front. He toyed with my pussy, exciting my 
clit and fingering the hole. The kid knew a woman's 
pleasure centers and was actively trying to make me 
cum.

I found my feet sliding outward as though my pussy was 
giving the orders. Before long, I stood with my feet a 
yard apart, head bowed, hands gripping the counter, my 
pelvis grinding on my son's fingers rapidly penetrating 
me, front and rear. I had never had my asshole touched 
before. I found the wicked sensation delightful once my 
sphincter adjusted. I came like a woman possessed with 
a sex demon and almost sank to the floor.

As I regained my feet, Cain drew my panties down my 
legs. I offered no resistance and stepped free of them. 
He stood, lifted my skirt to bare my ass and delivered 
a sharp stinging slap, saying, "You're a good whore, 
Mom. What's for supper?"

All I could do was bury my face in my hands to mask my 
arousal with a show of shame. He only laughed and 
walked away. He returned twice more while I prepared 
our dinner. Each time, he felt me up, entering both my 
ass and pussy for a quick fingering and parting with 
another sharp slap to my ass cheeks. I was properly 
humbled. I never said a word and would not look him in 
the eye.

Cliff was out of town on business for a week. Even if I 
wanted to tell on him, I was at Cain's mercy for the 
entire week. We both knew that. During dinner, I sat 
looking morose, still not wearing panties. He checked 
before I took my seat, casually lifting my skirt in 
front. When I sat, he opened my blouse and exposed my 
bare breasts. I left them exposed.

Halfway through the meal, he got up, came over, and 
freed his erection. He began jerking off. I sat back, 
quietly waiting for him to finish. He shot his load on 
my dinner, covering what remained with his special 
sauce. I was delighted, of course, but reacted with 
disgust, pushing my plate away, making a face.

As I expected, he moved it back and insisted I clean my 
plate. I pretended to gag with each fork full; but in 
reality, I never enjoyed potatoes and carrots more. 
Before the night was through, Cain had me sucking him 
to orgasm while I was totally naked. I don't know how 
many times he came, but I ended up swallowing every 
precious drop.

***

That night, he climbed into my bed with me. We were 
both naked. I rolled away, lying on my side. He 
snuggled up to me, spoon fashion, and poked his tired 
erection between my legs. I half expected intercourse 
would occur, and the actuality of the impending event 
had me breathing hard. It was all I could do to remain 
still and not lift my leg like the bitch in heat I'd 
become. As it turned out, lifting my leg wasn't 
necessary. Cain had easy access to my slimy wet hole 
and pressed hard. His big head pried its way through my 
receptive pussy lips. I almost swooned. I never felt 
anything so erotic.

Unfortunately, the poor kid was all orgasmed out. He'd 
spent his last spend and was tired. He simply entered 
me fully and drifted off to sleep. I was far from 
sleep, however. With him snoring beside me, I bravely 
used my fingers to excite my clit. His cock, amazingly, 
remained hard. His cock was not as hard as it gets, but 
hard enough for me to move my pelvis on to get a short 
stroke out of him. Together with my finger play, I 
managed a quiet climax. Thirty minutes later, with him 
still inside me, still hard, I managed another.

I was awakened the following morning to a rude, 
missionary screwing. Cain was on top of me, pounding 
away at my cunt while he chewed my right tit. I was a 
little disoriented, but my pussy knew what was going on 
and ordered my legs wide apart. My back arched, and I 
used both hands to squeeze my tit up in lewd offering. 
This was fucking the way I'd always dreamed fucking 
should be. The fact that my son was doing the fucking 
made no difference. Any male that could do to my body 
what Cain was doing to it, had themselves a whore.

In passionate surrender, I cupped my hands to his head 
and slobbered wet kisses all over his face, saying, 
"Oh, yes, Cain, fuck me! Fuck Mommy, sweetheart. Oh, 
yes, baby! I'm your whore, darling." The words were out 
before I knew what I was saying. Those words made him 
cum deep in my womb, deep in my fertile womb, I might 
add. Since Cliff had a vasectomy, we used no birth 
control. I wasn't thinking about that at the time, 
though. I was too busy cumming on that shooting cock.

Since the words were out, I had no intention of trying 
to take them back. When Cain collapsed on me, I cupped 
his tight buttocks, squeezing and stroking his soft 
skin. His ear was beside my mouth. I kissed his ear and 
whispered sexily, "That was wonderful, Cain. I meant 
what I said. I'll be your private whore. I'll do 
anything you want, anytime." I planted loving kisses 
while stroking his flanks, grinding my sex-starved cunt 
on his still buried cock. Cain simply relaxed and 
soaked up the lewd affection.

We languished in each others arms, alone with our own 
thoughts. I began thinking about all that virile sperm 
swimming about in my womb and began counting back the 
days since my last period. It was dangerously close to 
my fertile cycle, but too late to do anything about it 
if I was fertile. Oddly, the thought that I might, at 
that very moment, be conceiving a child by my own son 
gave me a wicked thrill. Still, I had enough sense to 
know what a disaster that would be. Getting an abortion 
on the sly would be difficult without Cliff's 
knowledge. He controls every dime, and our state 
requires the consent of both parties for married women.

I said, "Cain, we are going to have to get you some 
condoms, sweetheart. It wouldn't do for me to get 
pregnant. You do know that your father had an operation 
to make sure he couldn't make babies, don't you?"

To my utter surprise, he said, "Yeah, I know. That's 
why I want to get you pregnant. I'm not going to wear 
no rubbers, no way."

I said, "But honey, that would be a disaster. I'd have 
to get an abortion if that happened."

"No you wouldn't, and you'd better not try. If you do, 
I'll tell Dad. I'll tell him you've been fucking all 
kinds of men. I'll tell him you're the biggest whore in 
town."

I was stunned, to say the least. I backed off to get a 
good look at his face to see if he was serious. He got 
up on his straight arms, looking down on me, and said, 
"I'm going to knock you up, Mother. You're my whore, 
now, and I want you pregnant. I always get what I want. 
You know that, don't you?"

"But, baby, your father will divorce me if that 
happens."

"I know, then I'll have you all to myself, won't I?"

"But, sweetheart, we won't have any money."

"You'll earn plenty with your pussy. You're my whore, 
remember?"

What could I do? I wasn't about to tell Cliff after all 
I'd done, after willingly screwing our son. Cain had me 
and would continue having me whether I liked it or not. 
To make matters worse, his bold declaration had fired 
his passions. His once softening cock was again rigid 
and moving in my soupy twat, stirring our juices and my 
own passions. I drew my feet in and ground back saying, 
"In that case, then put some more sperm in Mommy's 
pussy, sweetheart. Let's do this right. Make a baby in 
me, Cain. Fuck more sperm into my hot pussy. Make me a 
pregnant whore."

My words fired him to new levels of lust, ending in a 
dynamic mutual climax and another dousing of sperm in 
my receptive womb. He stayed home from school that day 
and we fucked like bunnies. Every day, he filled my 
womb several times. I remained naked and ready to fuck 
for the remainder of that week. 

When I missed my next period, I wasn't the least 
surprised. Cain was elated when I told him the news. I 
was somewhat elated, but tempered with the knowledge 
that my life was on an irrevocable path, one that did 
not hold the promise of a bright, secure future, but 
did hold the promise of months, perhaps a few more 
years, of deliciously wild sex. Since I had no choice, 
I tried to stay focused on the short term advantages, 
resolved to see my marriage self destruct. 

The marriage was a hollow shell, anyway. Whatever love 
there had been was long dead. Cliff was merely 
security; though, for a woman with no job skills or 
work experience, that security counted for a lot. I 
could not conceive of fucking strange men for money, 
though Cain reminded me constantly that real whoring 
was in my immediate future. Cain played up the whore 
angle. When he said whore, he meant whore. Whoring 
wasn't just a dirty word to add excitement to our 
incestuous relationship, as I at first believed. 

He expected me to act like a whore at home, but more 
and more, he demanded I act like a whore outside the 
home. He not only treated me like a whore in private, 
he treated me that way in public. I didn't mind the 
private stuff, but I strongly resisted going public. As 
always, Cain slowly got his way.

The conditioning all started with his little circle of 
neighborhood friends. Cain was the ring leader of their 
group of young delinquents, always doing things to piss 
someone off: peeping in windows, stealing women's 
panties, spying on grownups making love. The police 
were called in several times; but usually, I had to 
deal with the angry neighbors' complaints directly.

Cain had two best friends his age: Marty and Steve. 
Steve also had a younger sister. Ann tagged along with 
them a great deal. Ann was a precocious little eleven-
year-old with big, mischievous, blue eyes and a full 
head of long curly blond hair. She had little budding 
titties and the hint of a developing woman's figure. 

I always suspected that she was their little sexual 
plaything. She would go into Cain's room with them when 
the bed was strewn with his pornography. They were in 
there sometimes for hours with the door locked. I'd 
seen her leave looking disheveled and a bit flushed.

All of the kids had mouths like sailors and they loved 
tossing about the "F" word in my presence. They liked 
to hang out at our house; I suppose, because our house 
was the only place where they could get away with their 
lewd conduct. Cain was at his worst when they were 
around. He'd boss me around and call me names just to 
look cool. After he started jerking off in front of me, 
he also took every opportunity to embarrass me by 
grabbing a tit or flipping up my skirt if I walked by. 
Before Cain and I began having sex, I had been goosed 
by all of them, including Ann.

Having an eleven-year-old girl reach up under your 
skirt and grab a handful of pussy is a sobering 
experience. There is nothing like it for reminding a 
woman how little respect or control she has over the 
kids in her life. What little I did have, I gradually 
surrendered to Cain as we sank deeper and deeper into 
our incestuous relationship. In the back of my mind, I 
knew this would happen. I wanted him so badly that I 
was willing to pay the price. For the most part, I 
tried not to think about the price. On that first day 
after Cain and I went all the way, I didn't even want 
to think about what might happen when the gang arrived 
after school.

I knew they'd march straight over from the bus stop at 
three forty-five and enter without knocking. As the 
time drew near, I managed to slip into a pullover 
shift. Though I was naked beneath the shift, I could 
not bear to let the kids see me wearing nothing. I kept 
mopping my crotch, but semen kept leaking out. 

I wanted to go away and hide somewhere, but I knew 
they'd seek me out. The look on Cain's face told me he 
was going to humiliate me beyond words. He couldn't 
wait to share his conquest with his little friends.

I didn't know how I'd survive this ordeal. I knew the 
time to make my first installment for all the illicit 
pleasure I'd received was at hand. The scene was 
unavoidable, but that didn't make enduring any easier. 
As the clock ticked closer to the hour, Cain's grin 
grew. He wasn't going to tip his hand. I had no idea 
how this would go down, only that it would. When the 
door burst open, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I stood in the open living room looking at the smiling 
faces of Marty, Steve, and Ann. Without my being aware, 
Cain moved up from behind me and quickly raised my 
shift above my waist, pinning the material tightly 
about my middle. 

I struggled to cover my nakedness, but quickly realized 
the futility. As the kids gasped and dropped to their 
knees at my feet, all hope and thoughts of resistance 
drained out of me. I hung limply on display as my son 
proudly announced, "Well, I did it. I fucked her. I 
fucked her good, too."

Marty said, "Boy, I'll say. I can see your cum leaking 
out of her cunt crack."

Cain gently kicked at the inside of my right ankle. 
With resignation, I allowed my right foot to move out 
the desired distance, a good thirty inches. Cain pushed 
against my ass to thrust out my pussy for his friends. 
Their faces were in my crotch, peering up into my open 
pussy. Ann's small fingers touched my wet lips and 
trailed through my slimy slit, saying, "Wow, look how 
red and big it is. Look at all the stuff leaking out. 
How many times did you fuck her pussy, Cain?"

"Lots, right Mom? Last night, she gave me three blow 
jobs, and today, we fucked six times."

Steve said, "Man, this is great. You lucky mother 
fucker, Cain.

Is your mom a good fuck? Does she like it?"

"She's a great fuck, better than Ann, that's for sure. 
You liked it, didn't you, Mom?"

I nodded meekly as Ann, that little shit, pursed her 
fingers together and pushed her hand inside, declaring, 
"Hey, look, I got my whole hand inside her pussy. I'm 
making a fist inside."

This nearly took my breath away and made my knees 
almost buckle.

Steve said, "Make like a cock and fuck her with your 
fist."

She did just that, sending delicious waves of lust 
swarming through me. Her arm was bigger than Cain's 
cock, her fist bigger than his cockhead. She gently, 
but firmly, punched deep, pounding my cervix with her 
small fist. Cain asked, "Want to see her tits?" The two 
boys stood as Cain lifted the shift over my head. I 
assisted by lifting my arms. He took my tits in both 
hands and held them in offering to his buddies. Marty 
took the left; Steve took the right. Each played with 
and sucked on my tits while Ann drove me wild. I was 
moaning, groaning, and rocking my pelvis on her hand, 
thrusting my chest out to the boys.

Cain said, "Mom said she'd be my whore from now on. 
Isn't that right, Mom?"

"Yes. I'm your whore, Cain."

Ann asked, "Are you still going to get her pregnant 
like you said?"

"Tell her, Mom."

"Yes, he is going to make a baby in me. We've been 
working on it all day. I want to have Cain's baby."

Ann said, "Man what a horny bitch! Look at her fucking 
herself on my arm. Man, it's gooey in there."

Marty said, "Can we fuck her, too?"

"Not until I know she's pregnant. You can fuck her 
asshole if you want. Either that, or she'll suck you 
off."

I came explosively with my son's offer to share me with 
his friends. Though I'd never had anal sex, I was 
willing to try. When Ann pulled out, they put me on all 
fours. They all stripped and Marty got behind me with 
his six-inch erection. He used the head to toy with my 
pussy, saying, "Can I at least stick it in her cunt to 
get it wet?"

Cain had my cheeks pulled apart, looking into my crotch 
from above. He said, "Yeah, go ahead and fuck her pussy 
if you want, but just be sure you cum in her ass, 
okay?"

While Steve presented his five-inch rod to my open 
mouth, Marty sank in to the balls and started fucking 
me. I sucked hard on Steve's cock while Ann crawled 
under me to watch my screwing from below. Marty drew 
out after a few minutes, then poised his cock at my 
sphincter. He grabbed my hips and pulled hard. His cock 
sank into my colon with relative ease, but he still 
made me groan.

Ann cried out, "Look, he's got his cock all the way in 
her asshole. Man, that's neat looking. Look at her 
wiggle her butt. Cain, your mom sure likes to fuck."

Steve didn't last long and emptied his balls in my 
sucking mouth. Ann crawled out to watch him cum. When 
he eased away, she got in front of me and shoved her 
hairless pussy in my face. I was so hot and horny, I 
eagerly licked and sucked her little snatch. She said, 
"Look everybody, Cain's mom is sucking my pussy. She 
really loves it, too."

I heard Cain say, "I'll bet she'd like it better if 
there was a big cock in it."

I was so turned on, I took my mouth off her to say, 
"Oh, Yes! Cain, please put your big cock in her pussy. 
I'll lick you both."

Cain pulled the ottoman up to me and sat with his cock 
sticking up in my face. I mouthed his familiar rod 
deeply. Ann stepped across and settled, as I guided his 
cock to her small opening. I had an excellent view as 
her tight lips flowed over his crown. She winced as she 
settled lower, letting the bulbous crown pop inside 
past her ring of muscle tissue. From there on, the 
shaft went steadily in with short squatting motions, 
lifting, settling deeper, until she sat fully on his 
groin.

The two of them reclined. Ann had her legs up in a wide 
"V", presenting me with the full plane of their joined 
genitals. God, it looked so erotic. Her lips were drawn 
tight and thin, squeezing the cock. I eagerly lapped my 
broad tongue up Cain's shaft, around her cunt, and over 
her tiny clit. I held the little vixen by her inner 
thighs and rocked her back and forth so that three 
inches of cock sawed in and out. My tongue stayed busy 
as they giggled and squirmed.

While I was thus occupied, Marty came in my ass. Steve 
had a new erection which he immediately inserted in my 
pussy. I sucked Cain's balls and made them fuck 
furiously. I poked my tongue up Ann's hole, alongside 
my son's cock. I tongued her cunt, pausing to suck her 
clit from time to time. Steve pulled out of my cunt and 
slipped right in my ass. His small cock felt better in 
that hole. My sphincter milked him.

The fucking kids didn't last long. Cain poured his load 
in Ann's squirming body. I lapped at the sperm that 
seeped out along the edges of her pussy. When she 
raised up and off, I glued my mouth to her sopping 
beaver. The little vamp ground her spermy cunt on my 
mouth. With her feet on the edge of the ottoman, she 
fucked my face, calling me a cunt-sucking whore. I 
loved hearing those words and held my head steady for 
this abuse, keeping my tongue fully extended as she 
wiped her cunt on my tongue and my face. Steve came in 
my ass.

This was my introduction to group sex. Things got nasty 
after that. From then on, they all used me freely. They 
kept me naked and busy. I had all the sperm I could 
ever want. I literally had the stuff running out of my 
ears. Ann was insatiable. She loved getting her pussy 
sucked. My mouth ached, always. That first week was a 
marathon suck and fuck fest, but eventually the 
activity died down. At least, I could wear clothes 
again. I couldn't wear underwear, though.

As the weeks rolled by, they devised ways of deepening 
my involvement and my humiliation. They took me out for 
strolls through the neighborhood wearing very little. 
Super short skirts that were light and blew up in the 
slightest breeze brought them their greatest joy. Thin, 
elastic tops that showed my nipples added to the 
effect. High heels made me wiggle with a sexy sway. 
They had all the neighbors gossiping and gawking. I 
became the neighborhood scandal. Cliff was oblivious to 
this as he never socialized with anyone, and was never 
around, coming home late and leaving early.

At first, I truly hated what they did to my reputation. 
No woman would ever talk to me. I got icy stares 
everywhere I went. Their husbands, on the other hand, 
became a real pain. They saw me as an easy lay. Cain 
insured that I was. He and his friends set me up with 
the men in the neighborhood. I let the first one fuck 
me under strong protest, but after that, I was easy. If 
a man came to my door, I led him to the bedroom. Those 
were my instructions. As a consequence, six of the ten 
men on our street had me regularly. Two more from a 
street over were also regulars. In addition, I screwed 
Ann's father. Ann, by the way, also screwed her father, 
the slut.

Once my pregnant condition was confirmed, Cain let 
anyone cum in my pussy. After a while, with my 
reputation firmly established, I couldn't care less. I 
even enjoyed the exhibitionistic neighborhood strolls. 
I learned to enjoy all the male attention and ignore 
the bitches. I became a true slut, even in my own mind. 
I had all the hard cock and hot sex any horny housewife 
could want. As the months rolled by, and I began to 
show, even the illicit life growing in my womb excited 
me.

After three months, I had a swelling in my lower belly 
that was quite noticeable. The first time Cliff took 
notice and stared with a wrinkling of his brow, I had a 
mild panic attack. He didn't comment on my tummy pouch, 
though. This puzzled me. I almost wanted to get the 
awful scene over with. I was prepared to make a full 
confession. My confession was rehearsed by Cain. I had 
orders to confess a full adulterous life with so many 
lovers that determining the father was impossible. I 
had no idea how Cliff would respond. He has never hit 
me, but he is a powerful man. I figured that if 
anything would push him to that extreme, a confession 
like that would do it. At the very least, I expected a 
divorce.

By that time, I knew I could earn a decent living on my 
back. Cain had already sold me dozens of times and had 
our nest egg safely hidden away. He didn't sell my 
services cheaply, either. By that third month, we had 
over one-thousand dollars set aside. As our kitty grew, 
I became bolder. I enjoyed seeing that look on Cliff's 
face when I'd catch him studying my paunch. I found 
myself purposefully displaying my puffed tummy, wearing 
tight-fitting stretch clothing, or low-slung, hip-
hugging short shorts with half tops that left my belly 
bare. With the warm weather coming on, I wore my bikini 
a great deal.

I found that the best way to display my growing belly 
was while lying nude on my back. Since Cliff gets up 
early and putters around the room with the lights on, 
getting ready for work, it was easy to feign sleep, 
lying uncovered. In this position, my belly really 
stood out, even in the early stages. The hard round 
swell did not look like weight gain. To any normal 
person, I looked exactly like a woman with a baby 
growing in her womb. I could also see Cliff through 
squinted lashes. I could watch him looking at my tummy, 
thinking about it. After a few weeks of this, well into 
my third month, I was quite vexed. He had to suspect; 
but still, he said nothing.

In an effort to bring this to a head, I took to 
sleeping in the nude, something I'd never done with 
Cliff. He was shocked by this sudden change, but made 
no comment about that either. When I made this 
decision, I was starting my fourth month. I was much 
bigger than I had been in my fourth month with Cain. I 
suspected twins were in the oven. My belly looked like 
I had a football stuffed up my twat.

Cain was as perplexed as I was. He was eager to get 
this over with as well. He had already begun commenting 
on my belly in front of his dad. Cain suggested that I 
sleep in the nude. He held the mirror while I posed on 
my back to see the effect. I looked very pregnant. I 
knew damned well that when Cliff saw what we saw, he'd 
have to say something.

Cliff said nothing when I came to bed, naked. When he 
got up the following morning, I made sure the covers 
were past my thighs. When light flooded the room, Cliff 
looked back at my sleeping form. He stared at my 
mounded belly for the longest time from many angles. I 
was certain he would wake me, but he didn't. Every time 
he wandered through, he paused to stare. He made me 
very horny. I played with my pussy while he showered. 
When he returned, I lay sprawled with my knees drawn up 
and laid flat. He not only saw my belly, but he noticed 
my sopping wet and inflamed pussy. Still nothing.

Cain was on me and in me right after Cliff left the 
house. We were both turned on by Cliff's obvious 
denial. Afterwards, we laid there, speculating about 
what it all meant. We were dumbfounded. Cliff didn't 
even comment when Cain came right out and said I looked 
pregnant. Cliff knew I was pregnant. My condition was 
that obvious; besides, I was being overtly obvious in 
my attempts to show rather than hide that fact. Add to 
this, Cain's frequent remarks and we had a clear 
picture of total denial on my husband's part.

On my own, I tried to figure Cliff out. For the life of 
me, I could not imagine his motive. He did not act 
upset in the least, though he certainly wasn't happy. 
It seemed that he could not face up to the obvious 
reality that I was cheating on him and carelessly got 
myself pregnant. I figured that his male ego couldn't 
handle the situation, so he pretended it wasn't 
happening. I supposed that he remained silent, hoping 
I'd find a way to abort the child.

I had good reason for assuming this to be the case. 
Right after he first noticed my swelling belly, he did 
become less tight with the money, asking me to start 
keeping the records for him as he was too busy to mess 
with family finances. Since only he could sign checks, 
he even had me practice signing his signature to pay 
the bills. I had everything I needed to get an abortion 
on the sly. I could even sign the consent form for him. 
This explanation fell apart as I got further along. He 
knew as well as I that no clinic would abort a 
pregnancy in the second trimester. I was obviously well 
along in my second trimester when I displayed my naked 
belly to him that morning. My confusion grew, but so 
did my arousal.

Cain and I decided not to push it, and see how long he 
could go on pretending. This became a game for us. I 
continued to sleep in the nude and wear revealing 
clothes around Cliff, but Cain stopped bringing my 
condition to Cliff's attention. All through that fourth 
month, I grew and grew, but we just acted like nothing 
was wrong. Cliff still played his role. He looked every 
day. He watched my progress. By the fifth month, I had 
a nice rounded swell the size of half a basketball for 
him to try and ignore.

By the middle of my fifth month, I also had 
confirmation by ultrasound. I was having twins, a boy 
and a girl. I looked like a woman in her seventh month. 
I shamelessly flaunted my big belly by then. I even 
bought a skimpier bikini, one with a tiny crotch patch 
that rode low over my pussy. I even shaved all the hair 
off my pussy to accentuate the sight. I had to anyway. 
The suit demanded a close shave. I either wore my 
bikini or nothing at all when Cliff was around. I went 
so far as to walk around the house stark naked in front 
of Cain without Cliff raising an eyebrow.

This really had us going. We decided to start upping 
the ante. We were determined to make Cliff crack, and 
we didn't care if he knew about us. We thought he 
suspected anyway. He could see how close we'd become. 
We were quite affectionate, and several times, he 
caught us kissing as lovers kiss. He didn't say 
anything about that, either, so we started kissing more 
often.

On Sundays, Cliff began hanging around more than he 
ever had before. I stayed naked all day, and Cain 
stayed home. Cain began touching me, especially on my 
belly. When I'd sit on the sofa, he'd snuggle up on my 
shoulder, rub my belly, and rest a cheek on my tit. 
Cliff saw everything we did. It wasn't long before Cain 
casually ran his hands all over my body while I sat 
there reading my magazine or watching TV.

In the evening, we'd all watch TV together. One Sunday, 
at the start of my seventh month, determined to get 
Cliff to crack, I sat beside Cliff, naked, of course. 
Cain laid his head on my big belly and began stroking 
his hand up my thigh. Cliff had his arm around my 
shoulder but had his eyes on Cain's constantly moving 
hand, watching our son's hand get closer and closer to 
my shaved pussy. Cain's hand slid lower on my inner 
thigh and kept closing in on my pussy. When his passes 
brought his fingers within a few inches, I applied 
outward pressure against Cliff's leg, signaling my 
desire to open my legs for Cain.

Cliff eased his leg over, giving me room to part my 
knees by a foot. Cain went right for my cunt and 
massaged me between my legs. When Cliff said nothing 
about this outrageous behavior, we both became 
electrified, charged with a growing perverse passion. 
Cain slipped his two middle fingers in my cunt and 
turned his face to my tummy. He planted wet kisses, 
moving up to my right tittie. My hand cupped my breast, 
offering the pursed nipple to his lips. He suckled me 
while fingering my twat. I reacted by lifting my leg 
and placing it on Cliff's lap. I could see from the 
corner of my eye that Cliff was taking this all in with 
silent, avid interest.

I gradually sank, sliding my back down Cliff's front. 
Cain readjusted his position to allow me to recline 
fully on Cliff's lap, bringing my legs up on the sofa. 
Cain got between my legs, on his knees, as I wiggled 
into position with my lower back lying over Cliff's 
legs. When I reclined, this brought my belly up in 
dramatic presentation. Cain wasn't idle. He boldly 
pulled his cock out and stroked the shaft with the head 
poised at my hole. Though I couldn't see over my belly, 
I could feel. I reached to my pussy with both hands and 
opened my labia lips to receive him. That was all he 
needed. He sank that beautiful cock in me with his 
father watching.

I could not have been more thrilled. Cain was fucking 
me and my husband saw and felt every thrust. I let this 
sink in, then I took Cliff's hands and placed them on 
my pregnant belly. With my hands on his, I moved them 
all over and said, "Cliff, I'm pregnant. I'm going to 
have twins."

He said, "Yes, I know. Now I know who the father is."

"Yes, Cain is the daddy. I'm sorry, but I could not 
resist."

"I understand, dear. It's not your fault; it's mine. I 
have neglected you terribly. I put my work before my 
marital responsibilities."

This inspired me to say, "He wasn't the only one. I 
have been very unfaithful, Cliff. There have been 
dozens of men, but Cain got me pregnant. I'm a whore, 
Cliff."

"Don't say that, Honey. I know. I've been told. I saw 
it coming. I saw it develop and still didn't change. I 
can't blame you."

"No, Cliff, I am a whore. I still am. I will be 
tomorrow and the next day. I told Cain I'd be his 
whore. That's what he wants, his own whore. I agreed to 
be his private whore. I have no intention of going back 
on that promise."

"I understand. I guess I'll have to try to live with 
it."

Well, you could have bowled me over with a used condom. 
Cain and I exchanged looks. His look said, "Great!" 
Mine tried to convey, "What more could we ask?" We both 
smiled and quickly finished our fuck. We've been 
smiling ever since.

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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