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Mother Knows Best
by Art S Healing (address withheld)
***
A mother with a mental illness has her kids taken away
for a time. She finally gets them back once she is
declared psychologically stable again, but when she
stops taking her medications, the entire family is
drawn into her kinky web of sexual perversions. Her 12
year old daughter seems to be taking the brunt of it,
so what's a little girl to do? (MMF/g, bg, ped, nc,
rp, inc, bi, 1st, gb, mc, bd, voy, ws, v, huml, tor)
***
Author's Note: No human being, let alone a child,
should ever be abused in anyway. The following story
is not true, but rather dark symbolic images which
reflect my experiences and feelings. Please do not
allow such things to happen for any reason. I am a
victim of rape. I know what it can do. I utilize the
symbolic art of writing as an outlet and I also feel
better knowing that others may also be receiving such
healing.
Some of my stories may be helping those who may have
dangerous impulses so they may also have a safe outlet
instead of seeking the real thing as well, and that is
a great comfort. Please NEVER harm a woman or a child.
Traumas like the following story should only exist in
the abstract world. Sadly this isn't always the case.
Please do not take the pure spirit of a child and
forever suffer it to be a ghost.
Life is but a dream, so please do not make it into a
nightmare.
Thank you!
***
Just because both of your biological parents are
fruitcakes doesn't mean you will be too, right? I'm as
sane as they come, which is especially amazing after
the way I grew up. Or maybe I just think I'm sane. I
wonder what my children think about how things are now
but I guess I'm afraid to ask. I guess it's all
relative anyway. Now that I am a grown woman I think
back and realize that if I hadn't accepted my
childhood for what it was, I may have spent years in a
mental institution like my mom had after what she put
me through. It's all her fault.
Her deeds became a dark moat that surrounds me to this
very day. I still swim in that moat every day- trapped
in its mud. If you can handle hearing about the
bizarre world that swallowed me whole, then by all
means, read on.
When I was seven, my father was put in prison for
rape. As if that wasn't bad enough, his victim was a
local seventh grade girl I casually knew. Before he
was taken away, he was always staring at me a lot and
groped me here and there. He would often pick out
slutty clothes for me to wear around the house,
usually something of mine that he altered. Then he'd
make me do things like clean the house or dance or
something while he watched with a mysterious bulge in
his boxers, and he would do it right in front of my
mother.
He'd even tickle or lick at my young cunny while I was
bent over in front of him. Mom never said a word
against it, probably because he'd fuck her enough to
make her scream out after each time. She'd just smile
and call me a "little tease" or "daddy's little slut"
and soon they'd be off in their bedroom with the door
wide open going at it like wild animals. I'm kind of
surprised he never raped me, but I think he was afraid
that since I was his daughter there was too much of a
connection. He used to piss in front of me all the
time, and judging from the size of his prick, maybe he
was afraid he'd kill me.
I don't know. Beside, apparently my young pussy wasn't
the only one around for him, and after some plea
bargain that pissed off some of the locals, he went
away for a while.
Anyway, once he was imprisoned, that left my mother in
charge of everything. When my grandfather died shortly
after, mom used the inheritance money to get a place
out in the middle of nowhere and started homeschooling
us. Mom was an odd one. She was on medication and was
fine when she took it, but after blowing all of the
money on the house, times got tight and the money
stopped coming in. That's when she stopped taking her
meds. After that, she was either really up or really
down; there was never an in between with her.
One night she beat us all pretty badly and we kids
were put into the foster system, eventually being
separated so we could be bounced around in foster care
for a while. I guess they thought that was better than
an orphanage. It wasn't.
At least at home we were together, plus I wasn't
always getting fondled by my foster families, although
I still managed to keep my cherry in tacked. I figured
I could deal with it because they told us it was only
temporary, which it was, but it wasn't until just
after I turned 12 that we were reunited back at our
old homestead. Five long years that seemed like a
lifetime to me.
But at least we were lucky enough to own the land and
house out in the country, so mom had tenets living
there the whole time. Mom told us that they kept it
from getting too run down in exchange for a discount
on the rent. She later mentioned that she had
insurance for her hospital stay, so all of the rent
money had been storing up that whole time. Mom hired
some fancy-shmansy investor, and so apparently we were
set financially.
Anyway, the day we finally all got back together, I
thought it would be like a heartwarming scene out of a
Disney movie, but it was only awkward. So much had
changed. We had changed. I decided to just go with the
flow and see where it took us. All was okay until mom
noticeably stopped taking her meds again. She said
they made her feel like she was having her will sucked
right out of her. Things got really strange after
that.
At first she began to punish all of us for the
slightest infractions, making us disrobe and spank
each other- things like that, but then she seemed to
fixate only on me. It was like she was holding me to a
different standard. My younger brothers had become two
mischievous little brats who got away with the most
serious of offences with barely a tap on the wrist,
much less a slap. After a while it got worse and soon
I was being punished for things they did because I was
older and I should have been watching them better.
Even if they were in their room- like I was supposed
to sit there are stare at them 24/7.
I even got into trouble when my youngest brother wet
the bed. After discovering it in the morning, mom
called me in to their room, grabbed me by the hair on
the back of my head and forcibly bent me over. She
ordered me to spread my feet and held my face right in
his pee-spot. Next thing I knew, she yanked up my
nightshirt and jerk my panties down to spank my bare
ass right in front of my brothers.
"Lick it up, you little bitch!" she screamed. It was
so gross. My brothers just watched with smirks and
giggled each time I jumped or squeaked as she thwacked
my ass and I lapped at his cold pee spot like a
cleaning cat. I knew they could see my hairless pussy
the whole time. I was so embarrassed, especially when
her whacks would slap directly on my cunt every few
strikes or so, causing me jump. I'd get caught off
guard so I'd bite my bottom lip in pain each time and
of course my voyeuristic brothers would snicker or
laugh at me. I tried not to cry out when it happened
so I didn't add to their satisfaction, but that didn't
really work out well.
"Is this little twat of yours is getting wet?" asked
mom. "Are you getting off on this, slut?" Then she
began to rub her hand over my pussy and asshole in
between spanks, massaging them with great expertise.
"Look at her twat, boys. Only a whore would get a wet
pussy like that while her face is buried in her
brother's own piss and her mother is spanking her. She
must like it... don't you, you little fucking cum-
rag." Then she'd have them join in the spankings like
it was some family bonding ritual.
She began to do things like this to me on a regular
basis, eventually moving on to things like making me
lie in the bathtub fully clothed and having John and
Kyle piss all over me because I had a tummy ache and
couldn't finish my lunch. I had to wear them the rest
of the day and night without drying off. Then with her
lead, they'd make fun of me for smelling all stinky.
"Missy Pissy," they'd mock. Even when it dried, my
hair was sticky and frizzed like I used some cheap
hair gel and I felt so nasty. I was so ashamed and
couldn't believe what was happening. It was like a
bizarre dream, only in this dream I couldn't wake up.
This enflamed my brothers boldness because not only
could they get away with anything they wanted, but
they would get off by watching me be the whipping girl
for what they did. It was like some family secret when
the welfare worker came around and I was afraid to say
anything. She acted like a milk and cookies mother, so
over time the welfare worker's visits gradually became
less and less until they stopped. That's when it got
really fucked up.
Mom became extremely sexual; horny all of the time.
She'd bought the boys and me a bunch of porn.
Magazines, movies, and stuff she collected from the
internet; really sick stuff, too. She said she wanted
to start a new collection for when our daddy got out
of prison (in a few more months to a few years,
depending on his behavior). Maybe it wouldn't be for a
while yet, but she wanted to have it all ready for him
she'd claim. She would just give it all straight to my
brothers and I for "safe keeping" although I just gave
mine over to the boys when my mother wasn't around.
"I'm always losing stuff these days," mom told us.
"Here. These are important. Keep them safe and sound."
Then she told us to make sure we didn't look at any of
it because it was all about fucking. Yeah, right. Nod-
nod, wink-wink, don't touch the forbidden fruit I just
put in your hand while I turn my back. Then mom got
more interactive with her family. At first, she'd walk
around in a short nightshirt with a loose collar that
allowed the shirt to sag down, exposing one of her
bare titties. Soon she was going around in just her
bra and panties or just wrapped in a towel. That
turned into only panties, but of course those didn't
last long either. Mom walking around naked became
normal for her; for all of us. Then we started hearing
her crank off a good, loud orgasm in her open bedroom.
Soon it was on the toilet too. It was especially loud
when she stopped bothering to shut the bathroom door.
My brothers we drawn to the sound like moths to light
and would openly spy on her. We all knew that she
loved it but no one spoke about these things.
Soon she took to masturbating right in front of us on
the living room loveseat or the comfy chair. She would
be just sitting there quietly as if she were deep in
thought or watching TV with my brothers and I, and
we'd all hear a wet slapping sound. Who could help but
to look? The first few times it happened, we were all
sitting on the floor in front of the television with
an eye-to-eye (so to speak) view of her wide spread
legs and her shaven beaver.
At first the boys, John (who was then 10 years old,
pushing 11) and Kyle (who was now 9) would giggle and
watch from where they were seated. They would look
over at me and I would be red with embarrassment,
often not able to look back. After a couple of times
of this, my brothers scooted up really close to mom's
cunt, grinning from ear to ear as they watched. She'd
open her cunt lips wide for them with one hand while
her finger plunged in and out of her wet fuckhole as
she moaned like a shameless whore. Then they got to
where they'd pull out their little preadolescent cocks
out and jerk off to an immature orgasm with her.
Then mom would start doing it at the dinner table or
just walking down the hallway or into a room. Naked,
she'd squat down with her legs spread out like a frog
or bend over or drop into doggy style with her ass
facing us and finger herself with an almost violent
desperation to get off. While I still wore normal
clothes, my brothers would walk around in their
underwear or very often now, nothing at all.
They seemed to like having boners and flaunted them
whenever they could with our mother making no
objections. They liked to "accidently" rub or poke me
with them as we passed by each other in the hall or
did our chores. They'd even follow me around the house
while jerking off or as I sat to use the toilet. I was
the only one not masturbating at will or going around
naked.
I must admit though, I usually surreptitiously snuck
it in late at night under my covers. It was hard not
to get aroused living with so much sexual energy
floating around, although I tried to avoid these
things whenever I could.
Then I was doing the laundry and I noticed my only bra
(not like I needed one very much) mysteriously
vanished from the washer. Then I saw that my panties
were disappearing from my dresser drawer a few at a
time. Then my long pants and shorts fell away into
this mysterious void too. Somehow I knew it was only a
matter of time before I was drawn into this family
affair as surely as if I were encircling a black hole.
I couldn't have been more right. Soon my brothers had
gotten to where they would pin me in a corner and try
and get me to show them my budding titties and pussy.
I know I was 12, but I had only just started puberty a
few months ago and was still pretty petite for my age.
At nearly 11, John was already bigger than me and 9
year old Kyle was closing in behind him fast. Mom
always said that they would be big boys, just like
their daddy. When I would refuse to show them my
goods, things would get more physical.
I'd be fighting off one set of hands that was groping
my chest, when another other set would suddenly lift
up my skirt and rub my pussy through my panties. I'd
try and stop that one, and the other pair of hands
would raise my shirt and feel my half-tangerine sized
titties, and while I would go back to trying to deter
him, the one that was feeling up my crotch would yank
down my panties and rub my bare, preteen slit. I would
momentarily give up on protecting my titties and yank
my panties back up only to have a hand still inside,
still rubbing me vigorously. It would go back and
forth like this for long periods until I was nearly
naked and my pretty hair was as frayed as a birds
nest.
I remember the time when this act was the catalyst for
sucking me all the way into that black hole. I was
standing against the living room wall, pinned by my
two brothers. John, the oldest, had managed to get my
shirt bunged up high and was playing with my teeny
bare boobies while Kyle had already gotten my panties
down and snagged up at my ankles; trying to work his
finger into my tight, poorly evading pussy. Even
though I kept telling them "quit" and "stop it" to no
avail, I realized my little cunny was responding by
self-lubricating for some inexplicit reason. At this
point I was concentrating more on thwarting Kyle than
John since I figured that his pussy attack was the
greater offense.
That's when mom went walking by stark raving naked,
doing nothing more than watching us for as long as her
unbroken pace would allow. She just breezed right by
the perverted scene with a smirk and went straight
into the kitchen, casually mentioning that she was
going to fix lunch. I couldn't bring myself to call
out to her because it all happened so fast and I
couldn't believe that even she would do nothing to
stop the unwanted molesting of her own little girl by
her two would-be rapists sons.
I unconsciously stopped fighting and my jaw dropped in
disbelief as I watched her continue her trek on
without a care in the world. My brothers instantly
took advantage of that brief, distracted moment to
really dig in. Kyle's tiny finger hooked up inside my
tight, moist virgin pussy right up to the hymen and
wigged rapidly while John began sucking on my little
pink nipples, switching back and forth as well as
roughly kneading what little titties had.
Yes, okay, it felt really good, but they were my
brothers and this was sick, but I couldn't help what
happened next. This was the first time I just gave in
and let them have their way with me. I passively
turned my blushing face away and allowed my little
brothers to get me off. I lost control and willingly
slipped one of my feet out of my panties and spread my
legs out wide where I stood. With a mindless moan I
lifted up to the balls of my feet and thrust my open
palms against the wall in defeat.
My entire body was firing spasms like electricity for
the next two or three minutes until I came for them. I
tried to cum as quietly as I could, but quiet or not,
the fact is that I did cum at the hands and mouths of
my two little brothers. I was ashamed. My brothers
were overjoyed. They knew exactly what happened. They
had seen enough porn to understand. I had surrendered
to the pleasure, and thus, to them. Just after I came,
I finally found the strength to push passed them and
run off in shame as they laughed.
Then they started playing this game where every time I
went to sit down, one or both of them would stick his
open hand palm up over my seat so I'd get an ass
grabbing. This didn't begin to happen until after my
last pair of panties, pants and shorts had disappeared
and I was left with only a few of my shorter skirts.
The boys would try and send their hand up my skirt so
as I sat, gravity would do their work for them and
they'd cop a feel. Then they got the bright idea to
lift a finger as I sat and tried aim it just right so
it would go up my cunny.
They called it the "bull's-eye" game. The first time
that it hit right on target and slipped straight into
my pussy, I lost my hymen. It was John's wiggly finger
that got it up in there just right and pop went the
cherry! It hurt like hell and I bled somewhat. Maybe
mom was ignoring this but I knew this had to end and
so I finally found the courage to talk to her about it
directly. I was so scared I thought I would faint.
I was mostly afraid that she would continue her game
of pretend indifference and perverted punishments
(actually, I know it was arousal that motivated her; I
had no doubt even back then). When I told her I didn't
like what they were doing, she threw me a scoff, waved
her hand in the air as if she was deflecting my
complaint, "That's just the kind of things that boys
do," she claimed. "They're just curious. You can't
blame then for that. They've just got a lot of their
father in them- that's all. Just ignore them and maybe
they'll stop."
I guess a line had been drawn, because from then on
whenever I would smack at their hands as they molested
me, mom would tell me not to hit her boys. "There's no
excuse for violence, young lady," she barked. I could
only do my best to block them by trying to grab at
their wrists and such. But the tiny hands of a young
girl can't compete with the four hands of two horny
boys. As a result, I was mauled constantly.
When I started getting dressed in the bathroom with
the few clothes I had left, John and Kyle told her I
was staying in there too long, no matter how quickly I
was in and out of there. Mom told me that the bathroom
was for taking a bath and using the toilet- it wasn't
a walk-in closet. She made me change clothes back in
my bedroom and that night she completely removed the
doors from all the rooms, including the bathroom. She
said she was tired of my "spoiled ass" bitching about
privacy, even though I hadn't said anything about it-
not one word. I didn't bother because I knew it
wouldn't matter. I guess she expected me to complain
more, and when I didn't, it forced her to take things
to the next level on her own.
Mom developed a real liking for putting me in
vulnerable situations. It was so obvious. When I went
to get dressed one morning, I found that my clothes
which had still been steadily trickling away were all
but completely gone. Not surprisingly, my most
conservative clothes had begun disappearing first. Now
there were only some socks, a miniskirt, a halter top
and one of my shorter sundresses remaining- that and
the nightie I was wearing. Now I'd had enough.
I went straight to mom who was feeding the boys at the
kitchen table. All of them were naked and as mom was
bent over as she placed something on Kyle's plate, she
had her ample tits in his face, one of her nipples
maybe an inch from his leering mouth. I guess my next
words soured whatever sex game they were playing and
mom took it badly.
"Mom... John and Kyle have been stealing all of my
clothes. Every day they took more and more until now
there's almost nothing left."
I should have known better than to do that, especially
in front of my brothers. Mom walked right up to me and
smacked me in the face. "Nobody likes a snitch-bitch!
Besides, I'm the one who's been taking your clothes,
so stop trying to get your brothers in trouble for
every little thing," she hissed.
Recovering from the slap, I mumbled, "Y-you? But why,
mom?"
"Because I'm sick and tired of you wearing so many of
those old worn out clothes, that's why."
"But they weren't worn out. Most of them were from my
last foster family. They were like new."
"Don't talk back to me. I know old worn out clothes
when I see them. They were garbage and so that's right
where they went. Anyway, I found one of your old robes
in the attic a while back. I washed it and everything.
You can wear that until we get you some new clothes,"
she said. "Now bring me the rest of those nasty old
rags of yours so I can throw them out. Including what
you're wearing now. I paid good money for that robe
back when I got it and I want to see you in it in five
minutes. Got it!? It's in the bathroom closet. Go!"
she commanded with a stern finger point.
Realizing I had falling into one of her traps, I knew
it was useless to argue. In a dream-like daze, I
collected everything from my dresser drawers and I
went to the bathroom closet where mom said the robe
was folded. It was light pink, made of a thin
material. It looked pretty well used and I barely even
remembered it, but I think I wore it when I was 5 and
6 years old. I looked around, but there was no soft
belt with it and the loops for one had all been cut
off.
With a sigh of defeat, I took off what I was wearing
and put on the robe. It was tight around the shoulders
and so short that it left the bottom of my hairless
pussy exposed. Even my tiny frame was too big for this
old thing. I tried to stretch it around my waist, but
the very best I could do is just barely fold it over
itself in a slight crisscross near my bellybutton.
When I looked at myself in the mirror, I could plainly
see my bare pussy brazenly in full view with the
bottom ends of the robe forming a flattering opened
curtain. It also made a V at the top of the robe which
showed the sides of my baby-tits, and my two popping
nipples were poking up from the thin fabric (it wasn't
cold, and I remember wondering why they were so
erect). I looked it over in the full length bathroom
mirror and it didn't even cover up the bottom of my
ass. And since it didn't have a belt with it I'd just
have to hold it closed where it had the best chance of
an over-fold; at my bellybutton.
I knew complaining about this would only earn me
another smack, so with another sigh, I took the last
of my clothes to my mom where she promptly had the
boys shred them and throw them away. She even made me
thank them for going through so much trouble for me. I
could only stand there holding my tiny robe closed as
best I could and blush as my brothers grinned at me,
scanning me up and down nearly the whole time. They
had me right where they wanted me.
Not ten minutes later I was sitting on the living room
loveseat pouting when John and Kyle came in with
confident struts. Still naked, their tiny boners stood
up smugly. I tried not to, but I couldn't help
watching their young pricks. When they saw me watching
I turned away. Mom followed them in (also naked) and
sat on the comfy chair that was set cattycorner to the
loveseat, where she could easily see us. She propped
her feet on the edge of the butt-cushion and spread
her knees open widely for us.
Meanwhile, the boys squeezed in on both sides of me.
Now I was in for it. Shyly, I looked down and
attempted to pull my robe around my body more tightly,
but I found that sitting had caused the material to
bunch up at my butt and back, making it even more
difficult if not impossible to keep it closed in the
front. I sat forward a bit to try and protect myself
from their drooling stares. In doing so, I caught a
fleeting glimpse of my mom just before my eyes dropped
back down. It was just long enough to see her watching
us intently as she openly fiddled with her clit. She
picked up the remote controller and flipped on some
porn.
I guess any pretense about not looking at the porn she
gave us to "hold for dad" was over. Then I felt John's
hand touch my bare thigh and move upwards towards its
inevitable goal, soon followed by Kyle on the other
side. My cunt and tummy tingled with such an undesired
yet enticing energy, I couldn't help but get horny.
Trying to ignore that, I looked to them with pleading
eyes. I didn't want this. I'm pretty sure I didn't.
When I reach down, using both my hands to try and hold
theirs at bay, it allowed my robe to open quite a bit.
That made the "block the hands" game even more
difficult for me. I felt like I was playing some
perverted game where I was the goalie trying to keep
my brothers from scoring. But between them, they hand
two more hands than I.
Then John and Kyle started rubbing and pinching my
newly forming tits as well as work on my pussy. The
porn they had been looking at had taught them much.
Kyle grabbed his side of my robe and violently pulled
it opened all the way, causing me to gasp. Then he
dropped his mouth over my nipples.
"N-no," I pleaded. "Please stop, Kyle..." I was
surprised and how insincere my voice sounded. I tried
to gain control over my robe again, but I suppose when
I gasped out, this called John to wonder why. He quit
sucking on my nipples and noticed half of my robe
nearly fallen over my shoulder. I guess he like that
idea because he then pulled the side of my robe
nearest him wide open just before his mouth found its
way back to my titties again.
I was so exposed and my fighting spirit was fading
fast. I felt exhausted from trying to resist. My
struggling slowed as my legs drifted apart on their
own. But in all fairness I was still chiming out words
of resistance, like "No! Stop it! Please don't..."
Both of my brothers still had their young fingers all
the way up my fuckhole, all of the while their mouths
savagely licked, sucked and nipped at my titties. One
of them hit my G-spot and I could no longer pretend
that I was just enduring this trial of conflict
instead of getting hot over it. I leaned back, snapped
my head up and involuntarily sucked in a quick wisp of
air before I whimpered out a feminine yelp. It felt so
fucking good and I lifted my legs up and spread my
thighs for my brothers. I must have looked like a frog
on its back. In that moment I remember thinking, "I'm
such a fucking slut," and for some reason that thought
got me off more.
I could now hear the loud slurps of my mom finger-
fucking her horny cunt as she was really going to
town. She talked under her breath in between gasps and
panting at us as she fucked herself with a renewed
fury. "See, what a little whore... your sister is?
Look at her spreading those tight legs out... fucking
slut! She's letting her own brothers get her off...
fucking whooore!"
As if their excessive fondling and worming fingers
inside my pussy-hole at the same time wasn't enough,
John started licking at my face and mouth like the
greeting of an excited dog. Unable to stop myself, I
answered his actions with some licking of my own. It
was my first kiss and not only was it a French kiss,
but it was with my little brother. It felt so kinky
and forbidden.
It was sloppy and so gross that it made it sexy to me.
Then our tongues celebrated their newly discovered
game outside of our mouths for all to see as drool
dribbled onto my shoulder. Mommy dearest interrupted
her own dirty talk with an unreserved moan at this
sight. I think she liked that we were following
through without her directing our every move. She
probably especially liked that I had caved into her
world so willingly now.
As inexperienced as my brothers were, they were
obviously eager to try the things they had seen. If
all that porn was supposed to educate those two
fuckers; then it did its job. I felt incredible and
gradually the final crumbs of my pathetic struggling
we gone and I no longer tried to maintain the illusion
that I hated all this. Still wildly masturbating and
panting, mom said, "Pull her knees up higher, boys...
see if our bitch is ready- let me see if that fuck-
whore's cunt is as wet as it sounds. Open up her cunny
mounds. I want... I want to see that little girl
fuckhole of hers."
They did and she continued with, "Mmm, I knew it. That
slut's ready... ready for a fuck. Look how bad she
wants it, boys...look how wet her slutty cunt is."
I was so nervous because I didn't know what they were
going to do next. Mom had them use every one of their
fingers to open my puffy cunny hairless mound but
ordered them not to finger it. They opened me up so
wide I felt so sexy and exposed as I feebly struggled-
but not so much with them, more with myself. I was
truly becoming their fuck-whore, eager to be used.
Time passed like this as my cunt burned with the
desire to be twiddled as I realized that mom knew
exactly what she was doing. If I could have humped the
air I would have. Finally unable to take it any
longer, I couldn't believe what I did next. My hand
betrayed me as much as my burning, empty pussy and it
drove me mad with lust. Without thinking I whipped my
hands to my open slit for a few quick pleasure-rubs
and a full clit tickle before I caught myself and
stopped. I glanced around hoping no one noticed but I
saw a smug grin on my mother's face. She caught it
alright. She knew it was driving me crazy and she
loved it.
I didn't even look at my brothers but I'm sure they
were grinning too. As my old self and my new self
warred, my eyes instead fell away from her and I
balled my little fists up; pressing them down beside
me, trying to control the powerful urge to masturbate.
"God damned cunt! What a fucking slut!" mom moaned as
she continued to fuck herself. "Look at her... the
horny cum-slut loves it... suck them baby titties for
your slutty sister, boys..."
My brothers went back to sucking and licking at my
titties, stopping only periodically to look at my open
fuckhole or mom frigging herself. For a second I
thought to cover my pussy with my hands to restore
some inkling of modesty, but I knew I would start
fingering myself if I let my hands get anywhere near
there so I just kept trying to resist.
Like a flash of lightning mom darted from her chair
and dug her face right into the hole of my cunny. Her
burly tongue whipped about like an out of control fire
hose as it entered my widespread pussy. I didn't even
try to hide the pleasure it was causing at that
moment. I automatically raised my already spread legs
and drew them up and back as far as I could manage,
giving mom full unhindered access to my pussy as I
made sounds of delight that couldn't be misunderstood.
No one had ever eaten me out before let alone an
experienced woman who knew what she was doing.
Fuck it! I could no longer take it and one of my
fingers went straight back to my strum on my clit
while my other hand went to the back of mom's head,
instinctively pulling her in closer. After a few
seconds of this, she jerked her head up to mere inches
from my face; she spit a cocktail of her saliva and my
own juices (mostly into my open mouth) and shouted,
"Slut! You're a fucking horny little whore! How can
you get off on your brothers and now even your very
own mother! You're worthless except for your cunt!"
She snorted and spat a second round of spit in my face
and open mouth just before she rammed her tongue in my
mouth and swirled it around. I felt so high that try
as I might, I could not deny the pleasure she was
raining down on me. Then she shoved her long finger up
inside me and fucked me hard and fast with it. I threw
my head back and screamed out, grinding my hips
involuntarily with her fast paced rhythm.
"Slut!" she yelled again. "If it wasn't for your
fuckhole, you'd be nothing! Cunt! You motherfucker!
You're a stupid dyke who gets off on her mother finger
fucking her... that makes you a cheap whore! You're
such a whore you even get off your very own family!
You fucking dumbass slut!" Then she spit again and
again and slapped me in the face. That wet sting sent
me over the speed bump. Whether I liked it or not, I
was exploding into a starburst orgasm that I never
dreamed possible at the hands of my family or anyone
else.
I came six more times that night as mom had me get in
every position possible and directed my little
brothers to fuck the hell out of me. My mom's finger
was actually longer and better than either one of my
brothers, and she knew how to curl it up just right as
she banged me, but their pricks felt really good too.
I was directed into doggy style and got face fucked by
Kyle's 9 year old cock and ass fucked by John
preteen's prick, all the while my mother finger plowed
my pussy. And it was all just the beginning.
The feeling was so incredible and ironically I felt my
submissive side take total domination over my soul.
That night it seemed like it was all about me, for
better or worse, and it felt like something clicked
into place. Especially once I what I came to think of
as a sonic orgasm, which was better than ANYTHING I
could produce on my own. Those sonic orgasms only
happened about every 10 or 12 times, or so I later
discovered.
After I came down, mom turned backward and bent over
so her ass was facing me and ordered me to eat out her
cunt and asshole. I obeyed without hesitation,
ravaging her just as savagely as she had done me. I
guess that's when she officially owned me. After she
came and wiped her wet pussy all over my face, she let
loose a stream of piss that ran in my mouth and all
down my face and chest.
As I choked out of surprise, she commanded me in an
angry voice to "Drink it, you fucking slut!" As usual,
I did as I was told. The boys laughed and upon John's
suggestion, the boys also took turns pissing in my
face after mom finished, making me to drink it down
too. After they finished, mom said the boys could fuck
me, as I was now their little fuck-toy. They could do
whatever they want to me, whenever they wanted,
however they wanted, but they had to swear to never
stick anything in my puss bigger than the size of her
finger. That meant their dicks were no problem, and
believe me they took advantage of that.
When Kyle asked why they could use big dildos on me,
she only replied that she wanted me good and tight for
now. I didn't understand what that was about, but I
felt so relaxed and content in that moment that I just
didn't care.
What was once just a small part of me- my submissive
part, was now completely me. It felt as if I had a new
personality. I'm sure that mom had worked things the
way she had for a reason. It was to get me hooked into
becoming a true submissive slut- to be used at their
whim, and I was certainly on that road driving at full
speed. It worked. Not only was I now a total slut, I
was their slut.
Sometimes our mother would spend hours telling us
about her gangbangs and bestiality adventures with a
porno playing in the background until we all got so
horny an orgy would gradually evolve. It usually
surrounded on abusing me. When spring time peeked
around and John turned 11, the "spring cleaning" began
and any shred of privacy I had left was gone. She
moved all of my stuff into my brothers' room- jewelry,
my dresser (even though I had no clothes other than my
little girl's robe) a big soft chair, my stuffed
animals- everything.
Well, everything except my bed, which she said was too
big to move. She said she was going to give my room a
thorough cleaning. Until then, we'd just have to learn
to deal with cramped quarters. I slept (although I was
fucked more that I slept) in my brothers' twin bed
that they shared every night. I had no privacy at all.
Someone was always watching me piss, shit and shower.
Not just watch; they usually participated in one way
or another. Days turned into weeks and mom had yet to
even start the massive cleaning project, always
finding one ridiculous excuse or another.
That first night was great. I remember it with such
crystal clarity. I was getting ready for bed in our
room. My brothers and I were standing naked as I
unmade our bed. I noticed I was really tingly in my
tummy and pussy again. I was really liked it when they
watched me so lustfully now. Pretending not to notice
as those two fuckers just stared at me while they
toyed with their hard, hairless pricks. It got me so
damned hot now. What had I become?
As we got ready for bed (they were naked I was in my
pink security robe) I was acting as if I was trying to
decide whether or not to sleep in my robe, taking it
on and off mumbling about being too hot or too cold. I
was teasing them, but it was like I was running on
autopilot. Oops, it slipped to the floor. I'll just
bend over here and slowly pick it up, right? This
prolonged act proved I had become the slut they all
said I was. I couldn't believe I was intentionally
egging stuff on, although it's not like I needed to.
After John whispered something into Kyle's ear, the
boys walked right over to me and began fondling my
naked body at the same time. Again, I pretended not to
notice even as my breathing hastened and their
prepubescent bobbing boners rubbed vigorously up
against my legs and ass cheeks as they continually
fondled me from new angles. As their fingers worked
their way to my juicy slit and asshole, the squishy
sounds of my horny twat exposed any pathetic attempts
I could have mustered at pretending I didn't want it,
so I didn't even try anymore. I just slowly opened my
legs about 3 feet and bent my knees slightly. My eyes
closed halfway and my breathing sped up more and I
surrendered.
John grabbed me by the back of the head, balled my
hair up in his fist and forced me to bend over my bed.
With my ass now in the air, John rubbed his cockhead
all the way from my moistening slit up to my asshole.
Then he pushed it in my anus. I only allowed a squeak
to escape my mouth even as he began to pump my asshole
with all of his viral might. Even though his cock was
only that of an 11 year old, it irritated my un-
lubricated young hole but it still felt good. If I had
a choice, I would rather have had it up in my pussy.
Little Kyle took care of my mouth. He crawled onto my
bed and positioned himself so his little hard 9 year
old dick so it was touching my lips and I followed
through by opening up and taking him into my mouth. I
easily wrapped my tongue around the bottom half like a
hotdog bun and I sucked while moving my head about,
knowing mom would have approved of my voluntary
reaction. I could tell that he liked it because of the
moan that escaped his lips. I had heard him moan
sexually before, but not quite like this. Maybe the
little pervert especially liked that I was now his
willing cocksucker slave.
Soon things escalated. There was no escaping sex play
since at least one of my brothers shadowed me all of
the time and would call the other when things got
interesting, like when took a shower and used the
toilet. They would screw with me every moment they
found an opportunity, but the bathroom was reserved
for the kinkiest, I think. Or at least that's where
the nastiest fuck-games happened. They'd have me
spread my legs and fuck me on the toilet or get on my
hands and knees in front of it, sticking my face down
into the bowl as they fucked me.
They'd make me drink the pissy-water like a dog as
they did me and would whip my ass with the toilet
brush if I stopped even for a moment. Those hard white
bristles really hurt. "Drink it, whore," they'd say as
they patted me on the head. "Lick it like a good
little puppy-bitch."
They'd laugh if it caused me to puke and would just
keep on fucking me, whether it was with their dicks or
the handle of the toilet scrub brush. I took piss-
bathes as they fucked me over and over in the shallow
urine of the tub. It never ended. As a result I
started getting used to it and became less shy each
time. That's when their boldness really kicked into
high gear. So did my enjoyment of my new found
submissiveness.
The burning I felt from those incestuous eyes always
on me seemed like foreplay to me now and I liked being
used and degraded. I would willingly open my legs
wider and wider for them as I sat on the toilet or the
couch, encouraging them without saying a word. But I
didn't stop there. I found myself stooping and bending
over unnecessarily slow or with my legs abnormally
spread wide as I did day to day things, inviting more
of it- craving to be treated like a fuck towel.
I let them do whatever they wanted to do to me, but it
seemed that no matter what, the boys couldn't hold
their immature wads for long- like little rabbits,
although they made up for it with their constant
youthful stamina. Having seen many pornos, I knew what
a grown man's cock looked like and I started wondering
what it would be like to get fucked by one of those. I
didn't have to wait for long to find out.
***
The boys and I were stark raving naked as we fucked
around on the couch for hours one night. I lost track
of how many time I came, either from their cocks,
fingers or mouths. I sucked them off and I now enjoyed
it as much as them. They had become the ultimate
fuckers and I had become their eager whore. I seldom
wore my mini-robe anymore because it seemed so
pointless, although sometimes I did it just for some
teasing fun.
It was late and we thought it strange that mom had
gone out to a bar. She never did that. It was around
11:00 PM before she returned and when she did, I
understood what she was doing out that night. She was
cock-hunting. I guess my brothers' tiny peckers
weren't enough for her anymore.
She entered with two tall, good looking men, one
around 24 or 25 years old and the other looked to be
in his early 30's. When she entered through the front
door I noticed she had their hard pricks already out
of their open zippers and in her hands, leading them
along like two prize stallions. She must have had them
like that before she even walked up on the porch. My
brothers and I looked at those hard, giant things with
awe. It was amazing. Like in the porn we watched, they
seemed monstrous compared to my brothers.
Mom's was still tugging them in, using their pricks
like leashes and they were submitting with big grins.
One of the men shut the door and mom and her fuck-
tools were standing right in front of us. Now being
held at their base by mom so we could see all of their
glory, their boners were more or less at eye level
with us as we stared into them. That's when I realized
something. Here were these two strange grown men and I
was completely naked and on my back with my legs
spread and my glistening immature cunny on display for
them all. Before I was converted into a family whore,
I would have instinctively covered myself if not run
from the room instantly.
Not only was my shyness now gone, but as I watched
them stare back and forth between my pussy and my tiny
titties, I automatically raised my knees raise up even
more and they just drifted apart as far as they could
go. It really tickled down there as their eyes
continued to bob between my tits and cunt like a
tennis game. I was already enjoying this situation and
I wondered how I could be such a slut now.
"Hey kids," greeted mom after she soaked up the scene.
"Don't mind us. I'm just going to fuck these two guys
at once, right boys?" She wiggled their dicks at us.
The younger man nodded as his snaky hands ripped off
my mother's blouse, sending buttons flying about
randomly. Once her bare tits were exposed to us all,
he rubbed them saying, "Hell ya, mama-slut." He
sounded funny, like he had been rehearsing that line.
The 30-something man said, "Now wait a minute,"
speaking as if he was reading from a cue card. "I do
not know about that. I do not want to fuck you with
him at the same time. We're brothers, and that would
be like incest or something. And I don't want some
cum-filled sloppy seconds either. That's too close to
being a fag and I hate faggots."
Mom immediately gave an unrealistic shrug, "Oh? Then
what will we do? You can't go without it now that you
are horny. You might get the blue balls and that's not
fair to you." Her wicked eyes shot over to me. Then
following mom, everyone else looked at me, including
my little brothers. I felt like I was in one of the
bad porns we were always watching.
"You can use my daughter's fuck-hole if you want," mom
continued, "She's just a cock-hound whore anyway. Once
you get going she'll probably beg you to fuck her all
night."
I looked at the man and realized by the look on his
face and his aggressive body language, he had no plans
to be gentle with me and the size of his hard cock
sent fear racing through my nervous system.
"Please don't..." I said as pitifully as I could.
"It's too big." His dick may as well have been an arm
to my tight 12 year old twat.
"God damned right it is, slut," the man said.
"Boys," said mom to my brothers, "If that teasing
sister of yours tries to refuse to fuck... um..." she
looked at the man expectantly.
"David," he replied.
"...David here," she continued, "...then help him to
hold her down, will you? We can't have her misbehaving
for this nice young man. She has to learn that she
can't sit here with her legs spread open, taunting and
teasing our guest like that without putting out. It's
very rude."
I quickly snapped my legs shut, but that would do no
good. I was a fuck-rag to them now- nothing more.
Fucking the people I grew up with and knew so well was
one thing, but this was a total stranger and a grownup
at that. I was a bit intimidated.
"Open those little legs back up, you stupid bitch
before I cut 'em off," commanded my mother, flaring
her eyes at me. With a stalling hesitation, I obeyed.
"Lift up those knees to your cheeks and spread your
thighs out all the way. Open that little pussy open
for him. I taught you to be a good host."
After I widened my legs and used my hands to open my
fuckhole, I could not have been more on display for
them. Then David, the man in his 30's, didn't even
take off any of his clothes. I guess he didn't need to
with his hard cock already bulging out. As anxious as
he seemed, I thought he was going to just slam his
cock into me and fucked away, but instead he dropped
down to his knees and began to savagely lick and
slobber all over my opened slit and puckering asshole.
I went wild and my pelvis thrashed around on its own
as my brothers chuckled at my slutty behavior.
Somewhere in my foggy lust, I kept thinking that the
man would tell my brothers to hold me down so I'd quit
squirming. Actually, I hoped he would. I loved that
feeling of restraint now. Instead, I think that my new
lover preferred me to flog around wildly like that.
The pussy munch out didn't last long enough. When he
stopped, my eyes felt glossed over with
disappointment. That only lasted long enough for him
to slump over my splayed out legs, and still fully
clothed he pushed the tip of his cockhead against my
tiny, hairless hole as I held it open for him. I was
wet as hell and without delay he began thrusting. Not
those polite "are-you-able-to-take-my-big-cock" test
thrusts, but instant self-gratifying poundings that
showed nothing but primal sexual hunger. I cried out
in sync with his violent movements as I just tried to
mentally keep up with him. I felt so stretched out, as
I could tell he was tearing my soft pink tunnel.
"You little fuck-whore," said my mom as the groaning
man pounded me. "What a god damned little fucker you
are! Hold her ankles up higher and slurp those little
titty-mounds of hers, boys. Help her be the biggest
slut ever," which they did. It was painful but at the
same time the pleasure was more than I could have ever
imagined. My mind soared as I let go of my cunt mounds
so it swallowed as much of his dick as it could and
drifting into the emotions I was bearing. Nothing else
existed as time melted away for a while.
Eventually my eyes drifted over to see my mom standing
but bent over beside us, watching me up close as she
got fucked from behind by the other man. Both fucks
were causing a slapping sound like the applause of
some enthusiastically kinky audience. The man who was
screwing my mom had his shoes, shirt, pants and boxers
bunched up on the couch next to me and mom was also
completely naked now. I stared at her swollen tits as
they bounced to and fro and I glanced at my brothers,
who were still on either side of us- bread for the
orgy sandwich. They were madly beating their meat at
this perverse sexual edification.
I wasn't 100% sure on whether mom was taking it in the
pussy or the ass, but she was definitely taking it.
The entire time she was enhancing her fuck by calling
me every whorish name in the book. She was like a
thesaurus of filthy words. Then the man who was
fucking my young twat suddenly grunted and pulled out
of me, jerked his cock a few continual strokes, and
creamed me with his white ball-juice. As the first
squirt or two hit my face, he shouted out "Open up,
you filthy little cunt!"
I did as I was told. I always do as I am told, but
since he didn't tell me not to finger myself while I
was doing it, that's exactly that I did. He aimed his
jetting cum directly into my opened mouth and I took
all that hadn't already sprayed on my face. The wicked
excitement was too much for me as I came harder than I
ever had before. My ringing ears and dizzying vision
excluded the room from my reality for a moment and for
the following few seconds, I didn't even know where I
was. I didn't even know who I was.
The first thing I saw and heard when I shifted back
into the scene was mom pulling out of the man who was
fucking her and telling him to face fuck "the little
cum-hole of a slut".
His cock was huge. Too thick and long for me to take
without getting damaged down there, I'd say. But that
didn't stop him from choking me with it. I could still
taste the semen of the man who had just fucked me and
now my mother's sloppy cunt juices too. I could tell
she had been getting fucked in her pussy then. He too
pounded me without mercy, diving in as deeply as he
could go with each pelvic thrust.
I found it harder and harder to catch my breath in
between my gags and his piston driving prick. I
stopped masturbating and instinctively tried to push
him away at his hips to no avail. He seemed to like me
doing that a lot judging by the increase in his
hammering. That's when I felt who I assumed to be my
mother eating my used pussy. As I struggled uselessly
against the breath-stealing cock, drumming my fists
against his waist, his mouth-banging became shorter
and more intense until I couldn't breathe at all
anymore and after a few more gasp attempts, I passed
out.
When I woke up in a flushed coughing daze, Kyle was
raping me in my soar pussy and John was actually
fucking mom, who was curled up in doggy style beside
us on the couch facing me.
It took a while for me to breath normally again and it
took a few days for my pussy and throat to stop
hurting. This didn't worry me too much though. It was
overshadowed by my mother's announcement to us kids
that those two men were going to move in with us-
permanently. I actually shivered with fear when I
overheard the man with the giant cock mention he liked
to "ass-slam" little girls.
You may be wondering what happened once my rapist
daddy got paroled a few months later. Well let's just
say that he learned to like cock as well as he liked
young pussy during his prison time so he didn't have a
problem with those guys living with us or the many
orgies we all had. He loved to watch mom and I get
banged by those two creeps and my brothers almost as
much as he liked doing it himself. It was no surprise
that she and I got pregnant several times over the
next few years.
I'm sure my own two daughters will get knocked up when
they are able- mom's daughter too, I'm sure. It may
even be one of our little boys who will do it. We
became one fucked up Brady bunch. I just can't wait
until my next baby is born. I hope it's a boy this
time so he can fuck me too. With so many good teachers
in the family, I'm sure that won't be a problem. Watch
for us out there- we've started making internet porn.
That was mom's idea. Mother always knows best.
END
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Art S Healing
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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