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"Bastard Maker"  
                   
By Phil Phantom


My husband and I have endured numerous re-locations with his
job.  He opens new territories for his company.  We have been
married for sixteen years and have seven children; girl 2; girl
4; girl 6; boy, 8; boy 11; girl 13, boy 15.  As you can see,
they are evenly spaced.  Each was born in a different area of
the country.  In addition, each has a different father.  My
husband has good reason to doubt that any are his, though he has
never confronted me with his suspicions.

The reason is simple.  During our entire marriage, Mark has used
condoms when we make love.  For most of our marriage, I have had
a lover on the side, at least one in every area we lived.  I
never ask my lovers to use protection.  Mark is well aware that
I take a lover.  He doesn't ask questions, and I offer no
answers.  Cheating is something I do, and he has learned to live
with my infidelity and accept the consequences as a fact of
life.  I adore being pregnant, especially by another man's
child.  I get a rush by handing my husband the newborn child,
christened after the real father, my current lover, a name
well-known to my husband and kids.  

Aside from that, we have a loving relationship and enjoy having
a big family.  He makes good money.  We do many things together.
 The children are good kids.  Everything is fine so long as I
can sneak away from time to time and fuck my brains out. 
Extra-marital sex is my pressure relief valve.  An adulterous
pregnancy is a fringe benefit.

When we moved to Houston, I immediately began prowling the area
for a potential lover and father for our eighth child.  I prefer
married professionals who can treat me right and have more to
lose than me if they start trouble or want to get serious.  It
took four months, but I finally found him in one of Mark's
coworkers, a man named Brian.  I try to avoid men who know Mark,
and I'd always made it a rule never to go after a company man. 
Brian was just too damned perfect.  Besides being brutally
handsome, he is bright, witty, cultured, and well-hung.  Those
combinations I can not resist.

I have no trouble attracting successful men.  I look like a
model, have big tits, a trim figure, and legs that belong on a
WWII bomber.  I have long, flowing, chestnut hair; large, green
eyes; full, pouting lips; and my vagina is my best feature.  I
keep it shaved, clean, and perfumed.  Though my pussy has passed
seven kids through it, I exercise my vaginal muscles and can
hold a slippery candle in me while standing with my legs wide
apart.  Every man I ever slept with goes bananas over my pussy. 
They like to look at it, touch it, lick it, smell it, mostly,
they like to deposit their sperm in it.  I have a squeeze box
that craves sperm other than my husband's.

Once a month, Brian and I like to get a suite in a fancy hotel
and spend a weekend fucking, eating, and talking.  We talk more
than any lover I ever had.  We talk about lots of things, but he
is intrigued by my lifestyle and wants to know everything about
my family life, especially about my former lovers and the
children they fathered.  He was particularly amused that I named
each child after the man that fathered it.  Even the girls got
feminized male names.  George fathered Georgette, my
thirteen-year-old.  Phil fathered Philis (not Phylis) my
six-year-old.  Bart fathered Bartina, my four-year-old.  And the
one he liked best was fathered by my most recent ex-lover,
Harold--Haroldette, my two-year-old.

He admires the way I handle carrying on my affairs.  I go out on
dates, get dressed up in slinky outfits, stay out all night and
entire weekends, and always have my date pick me up at the house
and return me.  I hide nothing from my kids, my husband, my
parents, or anyone else.  If anything, I flaunt my infidelity. 
Brian admires me for my stand, and my flaunting turns him on.
Outrageous flaunting turns me on as well.

The kids do ask a flurry of questions, though I always tell them
it's none of their business who I'm going out with, when I'll be
back, where we are going, why, how, when, what.  You name it,
they ask it.  Even after all these years without answers, they
still ask.  The older ones have learned that asking questions
about Mom's private goings-on will get them nowhere.  They
rarely bother.  Mark never asks.

When I return from a date, the little kids hit me with another
barrage of questions, especially when I look a mess, and I often
do.  I make no effort to hide the evidence.  I can usually count
on Steve, my oldest boy, or Georgette, my oldest girl, to shush
them.  They can ask the most embarrassing questions, like, "Mom,
what's that sticky stuff in your hair?"  or "How did you get
snot on your legs?"  That sort of thing.

Mark never asks me a question, even if I stumble in drunk and
half dressed at six AM., or have semen running down my face, or
leave a seminal wet spot in the bed, or leave my sperm-soiled
panties in plain sight for days, or accidentally call him by my
lover's name--an accident I have more often than accident can
explain.

I also allow my lovers to call and leave messages with anyone;
consequently, the family soon knows the name of the man I'm
seeing regularly.  My last lover, Harold, had a mischievous
streak and liked to leave lurid messages with my oldest
daughter, Georgette.  She faithfully relayed his messages.  He
also liked to leave messages with my husband.  I got one from
Mark that said:  Saturday night, eight PM, no bra, no panties,
no condoms.

Brian has no qualms about calling, either.  Mark learned of my
new lover right away, as Brian calls frequently.  He prefers to
leave a message and usually won't ask to speak to me.  I have
been home when Brian left cute but lurid little messages.  He
also enjoys picking me up and coming to the door, actually
coming inside, a new twist, but one I enjoy very much.  He talks
to the children and Mark.  When we return, he always sticks
around for coffee.  

After our first full weekend together, we came home at eight PM
on Sunday night.  All the kids were up.  Mark had his hands full
and wore an apron.  I wore a blouse with three top buttons
missing, no bra, no pantie hose, no panties, and I carried my
shoes.  My hair was a mess and sticking to my face from a
marathon fuck right before we checked out.  Brian's semen was
smeared all over my thighs under my tight micro-short skirt.

Knowing how much Brian got off on the flaunting of my
infidelity, I sat carelessly without adjusting my skirt and gave
the kids a good look at my bare, sperm-covered pussy and slimy
inner thighs.  The older kids would not say anything out loud,
but Philis, the six-year-old, I knew would react.  I made sure
she noticed, and she exclaimed, "Mommy, you aren't wearing any
panties?  Where are your panties?  What is all that wet stuff on
your legs?  Why?  Where?  Who?  I silenced her with a wave off
and smiled at Brian who smiled back.  Mark wasn't smiling.  He
served coffee. 

When Brian got up to leave, I walked him to the door.  His arm
was on my lower back and slipped lower down on my ass with each
step.  I looked up and smiled.  At the door, he turned and
placed both hands low on my ass cheeks.  My back was to my
family.  He peered past my shoulder and quietly said, "We have a
full audience."

"What did you expect?  Is Mark watching,too?"

"Yes.  I am sorely tempted to bunch up your skirt, put my hands
on your naked ass, and give you a passionate kiss."

"What's stopping you?  Are you afraid of Mark?"  That challenge
did not go unanswered.  Brian boldly pulled the back of my skirt
up (baring my ass totally) and grabbed big handfuls of my naked
ass cheeks."

I teased, "Oh, you are a bold one, aren't you?"  He squeezed,
molded, and pulled my cheeks apart.  I think he expected me to
say something as he moved his fingertips low towards my sex
lips.  I pulled his loins tight against me, sensuously grinding
my crotch on his hardon, and said, "I see you're into giving my
kids an anatomy lesson.  Kinky.  I like that."

That was all Brian needed.  His fingers reached my cunt and
pulled the lips far apart.  I could feel the cool air on my
inner membranes and a thrill coursed through me as I realized
what they were seeing.  I said, "Now they know where the wet
stuff is coming from."  

Brian's lips came to mine and we melted into a deep, passionate,
loin-grinding, soul kiss that lasted several minutes.  All the
while we kissed, Brian's fingers manipulated my sex for greater
and greater exposure and obscenity.  I gave myself over fully to
this lurid display.  We parted.  He left.  I turned to see that
all of my kids had moved up to within a few feet of us, and they
all had different reactions on their faces.  The little ones
were simply puzzled.  The middle ones were amused.  The two
older kids looked a little shocked.  

Mark wouldn't look at me.  I ignored them all and simply went up
to my bedroom.  I didn't even pull my skirt back into place.  I
went upstairs swinging my naked ass.

This time Mark followed me up and walked in as I dropped my
skirt to my feet.  He said, "You created quite a scene.  I think
you need to talk to those kids."  I turned to face him and drew
my blouse over my head, tossing it to the floor.  I stood boldly
before him and watched his eyes go right to my glistening pussy.
  This was the closest Mark had ever came to confronting me and
I thought it wise to nip it in the bud.  I said, "They'll get
over it.  Tomorrow, everything will be back to normal.  They'll
have their old mommy back and all will be forgotten.  It's
always like that.  This time will be no different."

"It will not be forgotten, Julia.  Kids don't forget things like
what they just saw."

"I hope not.  I'd like to think I still have shock value.  What
I meant was, it will be forgotten in our day to day lives. 
This, too, shall pass."

"And what about the next time?"

I strode up to him forcefully, got in his face, and said, "What
about the next time, Mark?  You have accepted this situation
from day one.  You knew how I was when you married me.  I had a
lover all during our engagement.  He went with us on our
honeymoon.   Steve is named after him.  Yes, there will be next
times as long as we are married.  As for Brian, he is into this
kind of thing.  If I know him, this was just a prelude to bigger
and better, more shocking displays.  I don't want to go through
this each time we part and he does something nasty for kicks. 
Adjust, darling.  You have adjusted to much worse.  I think you
are just upset at the prospect of raising one more kid that
looks nothing like you.

This last statement struck a nerve with him, and he immediately
shut down and cooled off.  His sudden change was not because I
overpowered him.  The submissive change was from my implied
reference to the kids being fathered by my lovers.  That is
something we never openly acknowledged.  Judging by the way a
mild inference to that fact cooled his heels, I wondered what a
direct statement would do.  I had a powerful weapon in my
arsenal that I never knew I had.  

Mark became sweet, docile, affectionate, and very submissive
right after that.  He tried to love on me, but I ignored him,
amused by his fawning obsequence.  I flopped on the bed and made
sure my legs were obscenely sprawled in his direction.  I peeked
through my closed lids and saw Mark staring intently at the
semen seeping from my cunt.  A thrill coursed through me and
inspired me to say, "If you want some pussy, Mark, don't expect
a live body to go with it.  I am exhausted.  Have yourself a
ball, but be sure to wear a condom."

I feigned sleep as Mark undressed and put on a condom.  I
grunted and yawned as he positioned me.  I gave a slight
disinterested moan as he entered me, and laid stock still as he
had his way with me, making squishy sucky fuck noises while
plowing through Brian's and my fuck juices.  It was all I could
do not to wrap my legs around him and fuck back.  I was having
far more fun playing the rag doll and slyly watching my husband
go nuts with excitement.  I had never seen him so excited. 
After he came in his condom, he went down on me.  

After the pounding I got from his excited climax, I could no
longer pretend to be sleeping, so I opened my eyes and just laid
there.  Lying still was sheer torture for me.  I pretend to be
disinterested in what he was doing to me; when, in fact, I'd
never been so turned on.  Mark lapped and sucked my pussy as he
used to in the early years of our marriage.  He seemed to be
feasting on my spermy twat.  He brought me to two great cums,
but even these I strained to subdue.  I tensed, clamped my legs
to his head, and groaned.  I am usually quite loud and active
when I cum.

After my second cum, I found it easy to simply lie there and
enjoy the lazy tongueing that Mark established as he licked
lovingly at my slit.  I relaxed and fell asleep on his tongue.

As I had predicted, the following morning was business as usual.
 We had a madhouse as Mark hurried to get out the door by seven,
and then kids to feed, clothe, spank, wash, coddle, burp,
praise, hug, swat, wipe, and kiss good bye as they ran for the
school bus.  Then there was the house, the laundry, running
errands, taking the young ones to pre-school, picking up the dry
cleaning, shopping, and all the other little things a mother of
seven must do.

Actually, I love my life, my kids, my husband, and all the shit
that goes with them.  My only eccentricity is my adulterous sex
life.  I get off on cheating on my husband, but I am faithful to
my lover.  I have one lover at a time, for a long time, and date
only him.  The dates are not that frequent.  I go on dates about
once a week.  A date is defined as seeing my lover for dinner
and sex, then returning home before sunrise in condition to
function the next day.  I date on Friday or Saturday night.

Then there is my monthly fling.  A fling can be an over-nighter
that ends at one AM or noon the next day, but leaves me
incapacitated the next day.  Usually a fling takes place on the
weekend, and full weekend flings happen quarterly.  So my extra
marital affairs do not disrupt my home life as much as one might
expect.  Flings, however, throw everyone into a tailspin.  The
house becomes chaos as Mark plays mom and dad.  Mark tried to
explain why I needed to go out on flings and once told the kids
that I was blowing off steam.  They came to call the event,
"Mom's steaming."  

I didn't go away to fuck a strange man; I steamed.  When I
returned, I cooled.  I was always cool after a good steam.  I
was happy, energetic, fun-loving, and playful.  When I got
bitchy after a month, they'd say I needed to steam. 
Consequently, my flings came to be seen as positive events in
our home, at least as far as the kids were concerned.  They
didn't care what I did on that weekend as long as I returned
cool.  They looked forward to my flings.  To them, dates were
mini-flings.  When I got dressed up in sexy clothes, they took
that as a good sign.  I had been unwittingly training them from
birth.

Brian appreciated what I had accomplished.  He, in fact, pointed
many things out to me.  He accurately predicted Mark's reaction
to being blatantly confronted by my infidelity.  He knew how the
kids felt, too.  He convinced me that they knew much more about
sex and what I was doing then I suspected.  He said, "Steve, at
fifteen, knows all about blow jobs, eating pussy, and ass
screwing.  He is sure to share what he knows with the others. 
They are all curious, even the four-year-old.  Bartina knows you
suck dicks, and Philis knows very well what the wet stuff on
your thighs was.  She was trying to be cute and get attention."

When I thought about it, I could see he was absolutely right. 
Steve and Georgette certainly knew what semen was.  They'd both
seen plenty of it on me over the years and now Steve could
produce his own.  The children are very close.  As in all
families, the big ones look after the little ones and answer
their questions honestly.  They don't beat around the bush and
bullshit as grownups do.  My kids are very good about parenting
the young, and my Georgette knows more about sex than Steve.  I
told her all I know.

Georgette is fast to follow in my footsteps.  She already has
three boyfriends.  She has given two of them blow jobs.  She
allows all three to see her naked and play with her body.  I
know, because she gives me a running report on her activities. 
I don't tell her not to do; I tell her how to do it safely, and
I praise her for her accomplishments.  She confided her interest
in letting Steve fuck her.  I told her she could go for it if
she makes him wear a condom.  I let her use dirty words in our
talks.  She loves using them excessively and acting slutty.  She
also loves it when I talk and act slutty.

Brian was right about Philis as well.  Philis does know what
semen is.  Georgette told me that she caught Steve letting
Philis jack him off.  Steve agreed to let her watch if she
promised not to tell.  She promised and told.  I promised I
wouldn't tell that she told.  It's all very complicated, but the
fact remains that my oldest boy is molesting my six-year-old and
I am powerless to stop it without destroying the trust I have
developed with Georgette.  I'm not sure I'd interfere anyway,
not over hand jobs--blow jobs either.

I learned to trust Brain's judgement.  He advised me to be even
more open about my infidelity.  He wants me to put Mark in a
more submissive and subservient position.  He thinks I should be
more sexually open with the kids than I already am.  That scene
at the door was a sample of what he wanted to do, but by no
means the limit.  As I expected, that scene caused no change in
my family relationships other than between Mark and me.  That
change was welcome and long overdo.

The next time I had a fling with Brian, he felt me up while we
sat together in the living room prior to going out.  The whole
family watched his hands roaming over intimate parts while
carrying on a casual shop-talk conversation with my husband.  

Mark was not casual.  He broke out in sweats as Brian's hand
crept up my inner thigh.  He shushed Philis when she made a
comment as Brian's hand closed over my pussy.  He almost shit
when I reached over and squeezed Brian's prodigious manhood
until it tented his thin slacks.  He did shit when I unzipped
Brian's slacks, drew out his cock, and lazily stroked its length
while Brian fingered my pussy.  Georgette was visibly impressed
with Brian's cock and gave me a supportive smile.  I also noted
Steve's smile as his eyes devoured my pussy, seen between the
fingers of my lover.

We had a great weekend.  We shared fantasies.  I told Brian that
one of my favorite fantasies involved forced exposure.  I like
to imagine a family kidnapping scene where I am forced to
satisfy my kidnappers with my family looking on.  I also
fantasize about having my history of infidelity laid bare in a
court of law with Mark and the kids watching from the gallery. 
Each child finds out who his or her father was and the
circumstances of conception.  Brian's fantasies were the hodge
podge of the stereotypical male: threesomes, foursomes, and
moresomes, women on women, dogs on women, etc., etc..

When he took me home, I knew to expect something big.  He made a
big mess in my crotch by depositing three loads without allowing
me to clean between them.  My micro skirt had a big wet spot in
the rear after the ride home.  We entered the house, arm in arm,
cum trails ran into my high heels.  We took seats in the kitchen
as Mark put the coffee on.  All the kids were there and gathered
around.  I sat with my knees lewdly parted.  Philis, once again,
pointed out my pantieless condition and asked what the stuff
running down my legs was.  This time, I looked to Brian, smiled,
looked to her, and said, "That's love honey, sweetheart.  Brian
put it there."

At the door, we went through the same act as before.  This time
he started right in by unceremoniously raising my skirt past my
hips, grasping me low under my ass, and getting his fingers on
my cunt lips.  While he massaged my cunt, I massaged his rampant
hardon.  We were nose to nose, playing with each other's
genitals and giggling at our daring act.  He said, "I dare you
to take my cock out and kiss it goodbye."

I thought for only a moment, then slid down his front to my
knees and went for his zipper.  I could hear a mass movement
behind me as our audience got into better positions.  I was not
the least bit surprised when Philis came up along my right side
as I reached in to extract Brian's huge cock.  She had nothing
to say as I fisted his mighty erection and brought his balls out
with my other hand.

Georgette had come up to draw Philis away, but froze in place
when she got another good look at the cock I had in my hands. 
When I didn't chase them off, the other kids came in closer.  I
looked up to Brian's smiling face and continued stroking his
cock, keeping it on display as my two middle boys, Bill and
Matt, edged in on my left side.  Steve came to stand behind
them.  When Bartina and Haroldette squeezed in, I had them all. 
That's what I waited for.  

I brought my face to the base of his cock and nuzzled it making
cooing moans.  I then kissed my way up one side, having to pull
down his arching rod to reach the crown with my mouth.  I opened
wide and slipped my mouth over it, fully engulfing him, moaning,
groaning, and making all kinds of yummy noise as my hands pumped
his shaft.

I sucked his cock and licked the shaft.  I kissed it all over
and even kissed and sucked his balls.  I worshiped his cock for
at least five minutes before planting a parting kiss to the head
and rising to stand nose to nose once again.  I basked in the
approval I saw in his eyes and felt driven to do more.  

With my tight skirt still bunched around my waist, and with my
children all standing around in a tight circle, I boldly reached
between us and took his cock.  While looking Brian in the eyes,
I bent his cock down and slid it between my legs.  He wasn't
inside.  His cock rode in the grove of my cunt and the head
poked out the rear as I stood on tip toe and slid my cunt back
and forth over it. 

Little Bartina and Haroldette got behind me and were grabbing
for the head of Brian's cock each time it appeared from between
my cheeks.  I could feel their tiny fingers on my cunt and ass
and Brian certainly felt them as they closed on his knob like a
baseball.  We almost cracked up at this.  We both stifled
laughs.  I still had my hand on his cock and had pulled myself
back until the head was poised at my hole.  I widened my stance,
tilted my pelvis, and Brian squatted.  I made sure they all had
a good look at my pussy as I moved the head of his shiny crown
through my lips.  I centered the head at my hole and gave a
wiggle to firmly lodge his cockhead inside my cunt, then
whispered, "Do you dare me?"

His answer was to reach down and grab my ass, low.  I thought he
was just going to open me, but instead, he lifted me a foot off
the ground.  His cockhead followed and was still lodged in my
hole as I wrapped my legs around his waist.  Seven little heads
dipped below my ass level.  Seven pairs of eyes feasted on the
cock/cunt connection.  He smiled and said, "I dare you to stop."
 He then let off and I eased down over his cock, inch by
delicious inch.  

This may sound like radical impulsive behavior.  It was.  I had
not planned to go this far; but, by then, I was a raging slut. 
Having my kids watching from so close only fueled that lust.  I
go crazy when I get a stiff dick in my cunt.  I didn't care who
was watching.  I wanted them to see how much fun fucking was, so
I let out all the stops and put on a visual spectacle,
highlighted with impassioned declarations of joy and wild
excited abandon.  I threw my head about and tore my blouse off. 
While Brian held me by the ass, I unhooked my skirt and drew it
up my body, tossing it off.  I wanted to be naked for this fuck.
 I yelled, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, Brian!"

Brian gave me the fuck of my life.  He pounded his cock in me
and toyed with my tits while he did it.  When he came, I threw
my upper body back and he guided my head to the floor as kids
made way.  In this inverted position, with his spurting cock
deeply inside, I lolled like a rag doll while Brian pumped my
cunt full of his sperm.  The children had a magnificent view as
my legs were out wide doing the splits in air.  Brian held me by
the hip bones and sawed his softening cock in my wide open
snatch for several minutes.  He then eased out and gently let me
settle to the floor.

He put his cock back, zipped up, and departed.  I laid there
with all my kids hovering around me, keeping my knees wide so
they could see my open, sperm-oozing, adulterous cunt.  Little
four-year-old Bartina said, "Are you cooled now, Mommy?"

I smiled dreamily and said, "Oh, yes, sweetheart.  Mommy is very
cool now.  No school for anyone tomorrow.  We are going to the
beach."  

The kids were elated.  They danced and cheered and praised me. 
I got to my feet and cupped my pussy to hold Brian's sperm
inside, then made my way upstairs.  Mark was right behind me.

As soon as we were behind closed doors, Mark started in.  I
pressed a sperm-coated finger to his lips and silenced him, then
whispered, "I'm not interested in anything you have to say right
now.  I am exhausted, and I want to rest.  If you would like
some pussy, put on a condom, but clean up the mess first."  

With that said, I collapsed on my bed.  Seconds later, my irate
husband rolled my limp body onto my back, pulled my legs apart,
and began lapping my very wet pussy.  He ate ravenously, then
licked my ass and legs.  He screwed me with a condom on, then
ate what he stirred up.  I went to sleep with his tongue in my
snatch, and awoke the following morning the same way.  He never
said anything about what had happened the night before.   We
went into our morning routine as we got ready for the beach and
he went off to work.

We had a great time at the beach.  The beach wasn't crowded as
it was early in the season, a school day, and we went to a
secluded area; still, there were others.  My kids were keyed up
and acting silly, trying to outdo each other with childish
lewdness.  The little ones went naked.  The middle two boys
played grab ass with Georgette and kept stealing her top while
she made weak but loud protests and seemed to enjoy chasing them
while holding her naked tits.  They yanked her bottoms down a
few times and we all got a good look at her lightly-downed
maturing pussy.

Steve would not leave my side.  After watching me fuck, he
treated me like a movie star sex goddess.  If I went in the
water, he went.  If I tossed a beach ball, he was there to catch
it.  He admired my figure in my new itty bitty bikini and found
it difficult to keep his eyes where a boy should keep them when
looking at his near naked mother.  I found his attentions
amusing and gave him quite a bit to gawk at.  

Later, I laid out for sun, rolled onto my belly, undid my top. I
asked if he'd rub oil on me.  I laid resting on my elbows,
slightly raised.  Only my nipples touched the towel.  Steve was
nervous and unsure, at first.  With my coaxing to get it all
over, his hands wandered over the sides and made passes along my
flattened-out breast swells.  When he tentatively made first
contact with  my tit flesh, I could feel his nervous tension. 
To ease his mind, I said, "Yes, that's good, son."  

After that, he took more liberties and spent more time massaging
on the sides of my breasts than he spent doing my entire back. 
I carefully calculated my next move.  I waited for his hand to
make another sweeping pass on my left breast.  I raised up
quickly and turned to my left.  Steve's hand went right over my
breast with my hard nipple between two of his fingers.

I ignored this and untied the tie on my bottoms.  I laid back
down with Steve's hand still cupping my tit.  I settled my
weight on it and my fleshy tit trapped his hand.  I acted like I
just noticed.  I said, "Oh, sorry," and raised up.  He
reluctantly removed his hand.  I said, "If there's no strangers
near, undo my other side and get my butt real good.  I want to
try to get rid of my cotton tail.  Just push the material down
between my legs.  If someone comes near, cover me, okay."

I obviously shocked Steve.  He undid the tie, but paused before
taking the bottoms off.  He said, "Mom, this will make you
naked, you know?"

I looked at him and said, "I know, Steve.  Does seeing me naked
bother you?  I'll cover up if it does."

"No!  No, it's not that.  You're my Mom.  It's just a little
weird, that's all.  You know, being out on a public beach and
all."

"Well, I'm not concerned.  With Georgette running around half
naked most of the time, any strange eyes will be riveted to her,
don't you agree?"

He pulled the bottoms off my ass and laid them between my
thighs.  I took this opportunity to widen my legs, as though
they needed widening.  A thrill coursed through me as I realized
I was indeed naked, in the open, with my son's hands running
freely over my flesh.  I wanted to get more daring still.  When
Steve first ventured his oily hand on my white ass, I said,
"Now, don't get bashful on me, Steve.  I don't want a burn
anywhere down there.  Get it all real good, and keep an eye out
while you're at it."

This helped relax Steve a great deal.  His hands moved with a
purpose over my entire ass.  He gradually inched closer and
closer to my ass crack and his sweeping fingers dipped lower and
lower between my legs.  The other kids were down at the water's
edge, so no one paid attention to us and the beach seemed clear.
 The next time Steve's hand went near my cunt, I moved my feet
apart by another twelve inches sending as clear a signal as I
could to feel my pussy without giving an engraved invitation. 
Steve's response to this was a timid but sure pass over my cunt
lips.  I gave out a disappointed groan when his fingers went
back up to my ass cheeks.

The next pass to my pussy was much less timid and covered more
area, with greater pressure, for a much longer time.  I let out
a moan to signal my approval.

Steve's next encounter with my cunt involved his oily hand
rubbing the full plane of my aroused flesh, fingers trailing
through my wet slit, and a shifting of his position to afford
better viewing.  I widened my legs to their fullest, drew my
knees in a bit, and lifted my pelvis in wanton submission,
saying, "That's what I always admired about you, Steve.  You've
got balls, son.  Any other fifteen-year-old boy would be shaking
like a leaf if his fingers got within a foot of his mother's
crotch.  Not my son, no way.  This isn't bothering you one bit,
is it?

This was like a can of spinach for Popeye.  His rubbing became a
groping, cunt-penetrating, feel-up--exactly what I wanted. While
slipping a finger in my hole, he said, "That's right.  I figure
if you don't like it you can ask me to stop."

I wiggled sensuously on his finger and said in a throaty sexy
bedroom voice, "Oooo, you said that like you might honor my
request and might not.  Women like that in a man.  It's very
sexy and becoming."

Steve fucked me with two fingers while I ground my raised ass
and moaned my pleasure like a cat getting screwed.  In a weak,
teasing voice I said, "Oh, son, you shouldn't be doing that to
Mommy's pussy."

Steve took the hint and played along.  He increased his fucking,
went deeper, and said, "I'll stop when I'm finished."  

I heard feet running on sand and heard Georgette's voice
exclaim, "Steve, what do you think you're doing to Mom?"

"I'm fingering her cunt.  What's it look like?"

"Cool!  Mom, Bill and Matt tore my bottoms off me.  They're
ruined, and that's not all, they lost my top.  It drifted out
with the current.  I'm totally naked, Mom."

I casually rolled onto my back and reset my legs in a wide part.
 Steve went right back to playing with my pussy as I looked up
to my naked daughter, shielding the sun from my eyes.  I said,
"So you are.  You should have been more careful.  That suit
wasn't cheap."

"Mom, I need that towel you're on.  There are some people
beachcombing.  They'll be here soon."  I lifted my head and
looked down the beach.  Indeed, two elderly couples were very
close and would pass by in a few minutes.  I said nothing, and
made no attempt to hide myself.  She whined, "Maaauuum!  I need
something.  We only brought that one beach towel."

"Maybe next time, you'll be more careful."

"Mom, they can see us.  They are looking over here.  Please, get
your suit on and let me have your towel."

"Sweetheart, I'd love to put my suit on, but as you can plainly
see, Steve won't let me.  When he gets finished and gets his
hand out of my pussy, I'll put on my suit."

"Steve!  Stop fucking with her cunt!  Let her put her suit on. 
You can finish finger fucking her after they pass."  Georgette
was enjoying herself immensely.  Her free overuse of extremely
foul language in my presence was for Steve's benefit.  The
people drawing closer had her excited as well.  She gave them
another glance and said, "Steve, you can play with Mom's cunt
all you fucking want to when we get home.  She'll fucking let
you.  She loves having her cunt finger fucked.  She won't stop
you, and you know it.  Look, at least let me put her bottoms in
place while they go by."

I raised up on my elbows to see just how things were.  The
people were already close enough to see I was bare breasted and
that Georgette was naked.  Georgette plopped down by my hip and
sat cross-legged in their direction.  She said, "Don't you care
if they see us naked, Mom?"

"Not really.  I'd rather they not see a young boy fingering my
cunt.  They might tell police about that, but people sun bathe
in the nude out here quite often."  Steve's body blocked their
view of my crotch so he kept fingering me until the last
possible minute.  The people eyed us with shy curiosity.  I
smiled to them as Steve stopped fingering me and poured more oil
on my belly.  My smile brought the nearest man over.  The others
bashfully followed.  The women were tittering and stifling
giggles.  They were all grinning.

The man came and stood directly between my parted legs a few
feet away and said to my pussy, "Catching some sun I see."

Steve rubbed the oil around on my belly as the others came
closer and smiled self-consciously. Their eyes devoured
Georgette and me and seemed intrigued by my wide open bald
pussy.  I said, "Yes, I'd like to get rid of these tan lines."

One of the women said, "I admire your courage."  The other
added, "I think an all over tan is much nicer than tan lines." 
They looked to Georgette as she relaxed and leaned back on her
elbows, moving her legs apart in imitation of me, but doing it
in such a way that clearly showed she wanted the attention
focused on her beaver.  I suppressed a smile as the first man to
come over said, "Are you working on an all-over tan, too,
sweetheart?"  She impishly said yes, and he offered, "Would you
like me to rub some oil on you?"  He looked to me and said, "If
that's all right with Mommy."

I said, "Please do.  That's very kind of you to offer."  His
smile almost cracked his wrinkled old face as he quickly dropped
to his knees at her hip.  Steve tossed him the bottle and he
squirted a trail up one side and down the other.  His wife--I
assumed--said, "Chester, honestly!"  He looked up innocently as
his hands pressed flat to Georgette's body and moved in large
circles that over-rode her small, pert breasts, and said, "I'm
just trying to help out, dear."

I watched with amused interest as he ran his hands down her legs
and up, purposefully steering clear of her beaver.  By the way
he kept his eyes on her crotch, he wanted nothing more than to
massage there too.  Steve, meanwhile became daring and worked
his massaging fingers back into my crotch.  They watched in awe
as his fingers made trails and passes through my slit and over
my clit.  Addressing the man, I said, "Be sure to get the oil
everywhere.  We wouldn't want a burn in her tender female areas."

He smiled a lascivious grin, amazed at his good fortune.  His
hands went right between Georgette's legs and rubbed oil on her
cunt, in her cunt, and gave her little clit a thorough
anointing.  The little slut moved her legs out as wide as her
position allowed and drew her knees up.  She gripped her inner
thighs to pull her pelvis back so she could see his fingers
working over her pussy.  

He took advantage of the spread to delicately trace his
oil-coated finger inside her cunt lips and around the inside of
her tiny hole.  I said, "Yes, that's the way."  Steve did me as
he saw the man was doing his sister.  He, in fact, went one
better by fully entering me with his two middle fingers.  One
lady had her hand cupped over her mouth, but the other looked on
in undisguised interest. 

She whispered something to her husband.  He came up on my side
and said, "Would you like me to do your upper body?"  I nodded. 
His friend tossed him the bottle.  He squirted the oil over both
breasts, then aimed it at my cunt.  Steve pulled my cunt lips
open and the man squirted a liberal dose on my clit and in my
hole.  Some ran down the crack of my ass.  Steve caught it and
massaged it into the rosette of my asshole.  When he pressed his
finger in the center and I made no protest, the finger slowly
sank to his palm.  All this went on as bony, leathery fingers
massaged my tits.

Steve took his inspiration from the man fondling Georgette.  He
managed to get his index finger fully inside her ass and was
fucking it in and out.  Georgette drew her legs further back and
held herself in that obscene pose to facilitate his efforts. 
His wife said, "Chester!  Control yourself."

Bill came into the group and stood between the two ladies with
his mouth agape.  Matt knew better than to leave the little ones
unattended.  They were playing at the water's edge and not
interested in what a bunch of grownups were doing.  Bill watched
for several minutes, then relieved Matt.  That's what I like
about my kids: they look after each other.  Matt was quite
amused and interested in all that was going on.  The two men did
not limit their groping hands to their own areas.  They were
soon reaching across to sample everything.  Steve stayed in my
asshole so they could avail themselves of my cunt.  

This little scene of debauchery went on until another larger
group loomed down the beach.  Georgette was beside herself and
at one point said, "You can finger-fuck my pussy too if you
want."  He looked to me for my okay and I nodded.  He went right
to work, surprised not to find a hymen barrier, sinking in to
the palm.  His friend took a turn as well.

The ladies had seen enough.  They weren't upset, quite the
contrary.  They were amused, but unwilling to see their husbands
sink any lower.  They had to drag them away.  They hustled their
husbands off and thanked us profusely.  I decided to put my suit
back on.  Georgette got her beach towel.  We all had a good
laugh at what we'd pulled off as we watched the animated
foursome move down the beach, constantly looking back, probably
unable to believe what happened.

If the kids were excited on the way out, they were impossible on
the way home.  I said nothing as they let loose with a flurry of
filthy words.  Steve sat beside me while I drove and played with
my tits or fingered me all the way home.  Matt and Bill had
naked Georgette between them and gave her every opening and lump
of flesh a thorough fondling.  The little ones took it all in
with childish delight.  Philis sat beside Steve and fished out
his cock.  I reached into his lap and masturbated his cock for
him as she sucked the head.  Traffic was light, so I merely
steered clear of other cars, especially trucks.

As we neared home, I called a halt to everything and had them
sit quietly in their seats.  Everyone responded but Steve.  I
told Steve to get his fingers out of my pussy.  He ignored me,
and inserted a third finger.  I thought that was great and said
nothing about it.  While Steve fingered me, I lectured, saying,
"Okay you guys.  We had our fun.  Now we're back in the real
world again.  I don't want to hear anymore fucks, or cunts, or
pussies, or cocks, or any other of those words, at least not
unless we are completely alone, understand?

They agreed.  I said, "And no fucking around in front of other
people.  That includes your Dad."  Again they agreed.  "And do
not ever tell your friends about anything that goes on in this
family.  That's rule number one.  It's the golden rule. 
Everybody must raise their right hand and swear to God."  They
did that with sincerity.  

Georgette said, "Can we go naked at home?"

I said, "Sweetheart, you could always do that.  I'm sure your
dad would appreciate seeing you girls naked."

She said, "Tell me about it.  He even gets off on seeing Philis.
 She's always showing her pussy."

Philis fired back, "So, I've seen you doing it too.  Mom,
Georgette hardly ever wears panties."

Georgette shot back, "Yeah, well at least I don't finger myself
while Dad is looking.  Mom, she's always sticking things in her
pussy.  It's not just her fingers.  She isn't a virgin, at least
she has no cherry."

Steve still had his cock out.  I reached down and squeezed it. 
I said, "Did she ever get this in her pussy?"

Steve looked me over, saw my smile, and said, "Yeah, I fuck her
pussy, her asshole, too.  So does Matt and Bill.  We all fuck
her, except for Dad.  He wants to fuck her and Georgette.  He
gets super horny when you go fuck your boyfriends."

I smiled, widened my knees to give him easier access to my horny
pussy, and said, "Why do you think I like fucking other men so
much?  It makes him fuck me better.  You know what else I like
to do that makes him horny?  I make him wear a rubber when we
fuck, but I let my lovers cum in my pussy.  Your dad's sperm has
never been in my cunt.  He isn't the biological father of any of
you kids.  He's still your dad, though.  Don't ever forget that."

Steve said, "Mom, we've known that for years.  Why else would
you name us after your lovers.  Haroldette?  Come on, give us
credit."

Georgette said, "Yeah!  You came home from every date with
Harold's cum running down your legs.  You walked around for
hours like that sometimes so everybody could get a good look at
it.  You sit so your pussy shows and we can see the sperm
leaking out from your pussy hole.  You make Dad keep his rubbers
out in the open on your dresser.  You always end up pregnant
after seeing a new lover for a month or two.  And as soon as you
know you are pregnant, you gather the whole family together to
make the announcement."

Steve added, "Yeah, like the last time.  You aren't even
showing, but you tell us you already have a name picked out and
say, 'If it's a boy, he will be named Harold.  If she's a girl,
I'll name her Haroldette.'  As if that wasn't enough, you go,
'Oh, that reminds me.  I have to meet Harold in less than an
hour.  I better get a move on.'  We all wondered why you didn't
just come right out and say, 'I'm having Harold's baby.'"

I smiled my mischievous smile and said, "Don't think I didn't
want to.  I did everything but.  This time I will.  If you think
I was outrageous before, you guys ain't seen anything yet.  Did
you guys enjoy watching Mommy get her pussy fucked by Brian's
big cock?"  The car erupted in loud affirmatives.  "Well, you'll
see that big sperm-shooting fuck stick making a baby in Mommy's
horny pussy, I'm sure."

I pulled the car into the drive and turned off the engine.  I
said,  "Come on, I think we've shared enough for one day.  Your
Dad will be home soon.  Let's try to act normal, at least normal
for us, huh?"

The doors flew open and kids piled out.  I was still impaled on
my son's fingers.  We were alone in the car.  I looked to Steve
and said, "Son, you must let me go.  If you'll let me move
freely when I need to, I won't do anything to stop you any other
time.  I promise.  I won't even wear panties around the house. 
How's that?"

"Mom, I didn't take the oath.  My right hand was busy finger
fucking your cunt."

"I noticed.  What are you trying to tell me, Steve?"

"There's someone I want to let in on this.  Greg.  He's my best
friend, Mom.  I have to tell someone.  He's nuts about you, you
know.  He's always getting your old panties out of the dirty
clothes and sniffing the crotches.  He sucks on them while he
beats off."

"Kinky.  I knew there was something about that kid I liked."

"He wants to fuck you so bad.  Why don't you let him?"

"All right, Steve.  If you will agree to what I said, I'll let
Greg fuck me.  We'll bring him in on our family secret, but I
have to check with Georgette first.  Greg is one of her
boyfriends.  She may not want to share.  If she does agree, I
want it done my way, with a condom."

"Great!  What's your way?"

"I want to take a nap in the nude.  You two come in and Greg can
have his way with me.  You can tell him I sleep like a rock.  I
won't wake up."

"Great!  Suppose I want some, too?"

"I thought you might.  I have no problem with incest,
sweetheart. If you want to fuck Mommy, fuck me.  Remember the
condom, though"

"Why?  Don't you want a baby by the son of a former lover?"

"Hummm.  I'll have to think about that one.  It does have a
certain perverse appeal.  You would certainly be more convenient
than Brian.  That would frost your Dad's cake, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, especially if he was always catching us screwing without
a condom."

I shivered with wicked excitement at the thought.  The idea grew
on me.  Brian wasn't all that keen on the idea, anyway.  He
planned our meetings to fall outside my fertile period.  Steve
would be easy to work with.  He was virile and always ready.  I
could picture Mark under those circumstances.  I could condition
him to accept it, I was certain of that.  I stroked Steve's
seven-inch cock and said, "All right, you little mother fucker. 
If you want to knock me up, I'm game.  We'll have to go slow
with Dad.  We need to build up to this.  Perhaps he should catch
us doing other things first."

"You mean like letting him see me fingering you?"

"Yes, and giving you blow jobs."

"Yeah, lets do that now.  Let him catch you sucking my dick in
the car."

"Hey, slow down.  Let's build up to that.  Give it a week at
least.  Don't be in such a hurry.  My pussy isn't going
anywhere. I keep it between my legs.  You know where to find it."

Steve excitedly got up on his knees and aimed his stiff dick at
my mouth, saying, "Come on Mom.  Just suck it a little.  I've
never had a grownup woman suck my dick before."

He boldly wiped the head of his dick through my slack lips,
earnestly trying to gain entry.  I was amused at his eagerness
and opened wide.  I gave him a deep, hard suck and pulled off to
say, "Just a sample.  You watch for your dad."  I returned to
deep-throating his cock as he moaned his pleasure and fucked my
mouth.  He didn't last long before spraying the back of my
throat, drowning my tonsils in his youthful sperm.  I sucked,
slurped, and swallowed.  I kissed the head, smiled with it still
in my lips, and said, "Delicious.  I love sucking your cock,
sweetheart.  Fuck my mouth whenever you want, but not when Dad
is nearby, at least not until I say the time is right, okay?"

"Sure, Mom.  You don't care if the other kids see us fucking or
sucking, do you?"

"No, dear, I rather like the idea.  I'm sure they will enjoy
watching.  Look, Dad just drove in.  Sit down."  Steve sat, but
got another hand hold in my snatch.  I was bare from the bikini
top down, sitting on my bottoms with the front flap dangling
below my crotch.  Mark was out of his car advancing towards us. 
I smiled at Steve and said, "It appears you want to get this
ball rolling right away, huh?"

"Yeah, why not?"  I just smiled as Mark came up and kissed me
through the open window.  While kissing me, he glanced to my
crotch and saw Steve's fingers buried in my beaver.  He backed
away as though he'd seen a ghost and said, "What the...?"

I said, "I can't get up.  He's been in there all the way from
the beach."  Mark never was the disciplinarian.  I handled all
that.  He never could deal with Steve.  He meekly implored,
"Steve, please don't do that to your mother."

Steve ignored him.  I turned innocent eyes up to Mark and said,
"See what I mean."

"You know what brought this on, don't you?  You know why he's
treating you this way."

"No, Mark, just why is he treating me this way, and exactly what
do you mean by 'this way?'"

"You know, like a slut.  He's treating you like a slut, Linda,
because of what he saw last night."

"That may be, but I can't undo what he saw."

Mark opened my door and said, "Just get out.  I'll shield you
with my body."

With the door wide open, Mark had a much better view of Steve's
three fingers lewdly fucking my cunt.  Furthermore, I was able
to widen the plane of my beaver with the door open.  I moved the
seat back fully and slumped in the seat with my pelvis tilted
back.  I brought my hands down to my inner thighs and framed my
sex, saying, "I couldn't get out if I wanted to, Mark.  See how
he has my pussy trapped."

Mark looked on in astonishment as Steve removed his fingers from
my hole.  Though free, he saw me use my index fingers to open my
pussy and expose my stiff, shiny clit to Steve's fingers.  I
looked up to Mark with dreamy eyes and said, "See how trapped I
am."

"Linda, you are out of control.  Have you lost your mind?"

I said, "God, he reminds me so much of Steve Hind.  Remember
Steve Hind, dear?  He's the guy you caught me fucking nine
months before little Steve was born.  Steve is so much like him,
don't you think, dear?"

Mark was silent.  His face was a deep red, not with anger, with
humiliation.  I continued, "Remember all those times Steve Hind
would horn in on our dates and do this to me while you had to
watch and wait your turn.  He looks like Steve Hind, too,
doesn't he?  You can especially see it in his cock."

I could see the arousal building in Mark with each teasing word.
I decided to advance my schedule.  I took Steve's rampant hardon
in my hand and displayed it with pumping motions.  I said, "You
must remember Steve Hind's cock as much as you saw of it going
in my mouth and in my pussy on our honeymoon.  It's funny, but I
can't remember you even getting a hand job.  All I remember is
seeing you in that chair, watching Steve Hind pump his sperm in
my fertile womb.  I remember it was my fertile womb, because we
planned the honeymoon to fall between my periods."

Mark was speechless, numb, in fact.  He watched our son slide
down the seat to make room for my descending head.  I laid my
head on his naked belly and teasingly licked at his cock,
planting loving kisses all over it while talking.  His hands
were no longer in my pussy as I sprawled obscenely with one hand
in my pussy.  I said, "I know what I have to do to gain my
freedom, Mark."  For show, I slipped my mouth over the crown and
sucked.  I let it pop free and said, "I'm sure you don't want to
watch this, dear.  Why don't you go on up and wait for me in the
bedroom.  This won't take long, then we can talk.  Go on!"

Mark reluctantly heeded my dismissal.  I sucked Steve in earnest
while he praised what he'd seen.  Soon, he was squirting his
seed and I let it cum on my face, especially over my lips. 
Afterwards, we disengaged.  I said, "There, we're off to a good
start.  Now, I'll go cement the deal."

"Are you going to kiss him?"

I smiled wickedly and said, "What do you think?"

I walked into the bedroom with Steve's sperm drooling down my
chin and neck.  Mark met me with questioning, aroused eyes.  I
took his head and brought his slack lips to mine, moving my face
to bring semen to his lips.  I had him actively licking the
sperm before a minute passed.  I released his head and he kept
licking. I threw my head back to offer the trails of semen
running into my cleavage.  Mark dutifully started between my
breasts and licked his way up as I stood passively admiring his
work.

When he finished, I went to the dresser and tossed him a condom,
saying, "You were such a good husband, I'll give you five
minutes of pussy starting right now."  Mark excitedly tore open
the condom and didn't bother removing his pants.  I leaned over
the dresser with my ass offered to him as he nervously rolled
the condom on his aching cock and quickly penetrated me.  I
stood stock still watching the clock as my husband humped
feverishly trying to beat it.

It took all my strength of will to shake free when his time ran
out.  Like him, I was about to cum as well.  He fell to his
knees with a groan, clutching his cock.  I stood looking down on
him without mercy and said, "I think you can finish on your own."

I stood over him with my hands on my hips and watched him
slowly, pathetically start masturbating with the condom still in
place.  Seconds later he filled the nipple.  I smiled and went
to the bed, sprawled on it with my legs wide, and played with my
still aroused pussy.  I watched him slowly regain his feet and
gaze on me with doleful eyes and said, "I want you to go tell
Steve that his mother needs him right away.  Bring him to me, or
better yet, just follow.  Before you go, place that chair up to
the side of the bed.  You remember how."

I could see he wanted to say something, but he did as I
instructed and left.  I decided to go all out.  I had him in my
control and did not want to lose it.  He was still horny and
excited, as was I.  Besides, I needed a good fucking and if
Steve junior was anything like his real father, three times in
thirty minutes would not be out of the question.  They entered
the room a few minutes later.  Steve smiled down on me as I
finger fucked myself and smiled.

While Mark looked on from the rear in helpless awe, I said,
"Steve, Mommy needs a good fucking in her horny pussy.  I know I
sucked you off twice in the past thirty minutes, but could you
fuck Mommy's pussy for her, please!"

Steve grinned broadly, proudly, and stripped naked in a hurry. 
He crawled across the mattress, fisting his new erection while
looking at Mark and saying, "Sure, Mom.  I'll fuck your cunt for
you, but I ain't using no rubber."

I loved it.  I said, "You know I never make my lovers use a
condom.  Only your Dad uses those awful things.  You father
never did, did he, Mark?"

Mark looked sheepish, but shook his head.  I made him say it out
loud.  As Steve got poised to enter me, I said, "Sit down, Mark.
 It will be like old times."  Mark dutifully took the seat and
watched Steve easily sink his cock to the balls in one pass. 
Steve let out an impassioned moan and began fucking as I brought
my feet to my ass and raised my ass for easier penetration and
better viewing.  I cooed, "Oh, yes, baby, fuck Mommy good.  Take
all the time you want, sweetheart."

I looked to Mark while uttering these words and added, "Mommy's
womb is wide open, sweetheart.  I can feel the egg waiting for
your sperm.  Make a baby for me, darling."

These words excited Steve.  For Mark, it must have felt like de
ja vou.  He'd heard these words before, on his honeymoon.  Mark
was so sure things would change after we married.  He was so
sure he'd finally get to sample what I freely gave Steve Hind. 
He wanted a big family and planned the date of our honeymoon
because he thought it would be romantic to conceive our first
child then.  He was, in fact, still virgin.  I went along with
his plans and married him, because I knew he was the perfect
husband for me, for what I craved.

Steve Hind and I meticulously planned the post wedding
activities.  When mark and I emerged from church under a shower
of rice, there was Steve's car decorated with typical
just-married shit and trailing strings of cans.  Mark stopped
dead in his tracks when he saw Steve behind the wheel.  A hush
swept the assembly.  I had to take his elbow and march him to
the car.  I opened the back door.  Mark plopped in.  I closed
the door on him and got in front with Steve, sliding over and
snuggling up close.

Mark's friends and family, along with other guests gradually
inched closer when we didn't immediately pull away.  What they
saw was me and Steve in a passionate embrace with my wedding
dress rucked up to my waist to reveal me naked underneath.  I
got so excited with all those faces peering in that I slumped
lower in the seat and brought my right foot up and rested it on
the right side of the dash, hooking the lip of the dash with my
high heels.  I threw my other leg over Steve's lap to present a
full naked beaver.  Steve fingered my cunt while we kissed.

This was not as big a shock as it might first appear.  All those
who gathered near were accustomed to seeing the three of us
together.  While we dated, Steve was often with us.  We spent a
great deal of time at Mark's house.  Steve and I started right
away trying to shock Mark's family on a lark.  We made out
beside Mark in their living room with the whole family looking
on.

Mark's mother was a shy, quiet woman, but his Dad got off on
watching my antics.  Mark's younger brothers and sisters thought
it was neat to watch as well.  We gradually progressed from
groping makeouts to open naked genital feels, on to blow jobs,
and then to getting naked and sweaty on the couch.  No one ever
tried to stop us, so we kept going deeper and deeper.  We never
planned to actually fuck in front of them, but that's what we
ended up doing.

After that, we stripped for action right after entering the
house and started right in putting on the most vulgar sex acts
in every conceivable position.  It grew tiresome after a few
months.  The act at the wedding was just to let them know that
the wedding changed nothing.  Mark got the message.  The
honeymoon proved that.  Now Mark was seeing it all over again
with the product of that glorious week of debauchery pounding
his lust in my willing beaver.  He brought me to three orgasms
before emptying his balls in my cunt.  

When he pulled out, I assumed my post-fuck honeymoon position. 
I rolled back and raised my ass, supporting my hips with my
hands, elbows tucked in to my sides and my legs in the splits. 
I explained to Steve, "This is to let your sperm soak in my
womb.  Why don't you go let your dad lick you clean."

Mark knew the drill well.  When he saw me assume the position,
he expected my words.  Steve crawled over on his knees to the
bed's edge and thrust his wilting, slime-coated cock towards his
dad.  Mark dutifully began licking his son's cock as Steve
exclaimed, "Man, this is great!  Lick my balls, too.  Yeah, now
suck it.  Suck my cock, Dad!"  Mark took Steve's cock fully
within his mouth and sucked hard.  Steve looked to me and said,
"Look, Mom, Dad is sucking my dick like a queer."

"I know, sweetheart.  He did that for your father, too.  Steve
liked to have him suck him off while we made out in front of his
whole family."

"Do you mean Steve's family or Dad's?"

"Dad's.  Grandpa, Grandma, and all of your aunts and uncles on
his side.  They all know who your real father is.  They've all
seen us fucking, and they've all watched your Dad go down on us
before and after."

"Far out!  God, Mom, you are such a slut."

"Why thank you, dear.  When you get through, let him come over
here so he can clean the mess you made of Mommy's slutty pussy."

Steve pulled away and said, "Shit, go to it, Dad.  Let me see
you eat her box."

Mark came and knelt between my legs and began lapping my pussy
and licking my mound and inner thighs.  Steve reclined with his
head beside mine.  Together, we watched Mark lick my cunt. 
Steve said, "Mom, we have to let the other kids see this."

"I plan to, dear.  Let's wait until they can see it from
beginning to end.  There's no need to hide anything, now.  Your
dad knows what his place is in this family from now on, don't
you, dear?"  Mark nodded.  I went on. "You'll let me humiliate
you and crawl back for more, won't you?"  Again he nodded, more
vigorously than before.  "You will serve my son's as you served
their fathers, won't you?"  

This time, he raised off to say, "Yes, I will.  You know I will."

I patted his head as he devoured my hole, trying to get at more
sperm.  I said, "See why I love this man, Steve.  I do love him.
 He's such a good husband.  I might just let him fuck my
daughters.  Of course, he'll have to wear a condom."  This
sparked renewed life in Mark.  He attacked my hole with his
mouth.  "Yes, he'd like fucking their little twats.  Philis has
a cunt that's just the right size for his little pecker. 
Georgette would probably prefer a cock like yours, Steve, but if
he begs real nice, I'm sure she'll throw him a mercy fuck once
in a while.  You won't mind begging for some of Georgette's
pussy, would you, dear?"

"No, I'll beg.  I'll beg in front of the whole family.  I'll beg
in front of Brian, too.  I'll get naked and suck his cock.  I'll
guide it in your pussy, and lick you both while you fuck.  I'll
lick up his come and clean him afterwards.  I'll thank him for
fucking my wife in front of me and my kids, I mean your kids."

"That's all right, Mark.  You may call them yours as long as you
openly acknowledge none are yours."

"Oh, I will, Linda.  I'll make sure they all know I'm not their
real father.  I'll tell each one about their real father.  From
now on, they can call me Mark."

"No, I want them to call you dad, but never father.  If they
ever slip, I expect to see you correct them, and I don't care
what company you are in at the time."

"Yes dear!"

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