From: dhuberma@copper.ucs.indiana.edu (Dave-id!)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW STORY: Family Secret by Tiffany
Date: 14 Nov 1995 04:55:49 GMT
Organization: Indiana University, Bloomington
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THE FOLLOWING STORY IS AUTHORED BY *tiffany* BUT IS BEING

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WARNING!

The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy

involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially

unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a

firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This

story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story

should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not

to attempt any of these acts without professional

guidance and a net.  If you are underage, stand, 

move away from the console, and unplug the computer.  

Reading stories like this can make you go blind. 

If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners

to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This

will help you recognize sinners when you see them. 

Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

 

Phil Phantom     





                          "Family Secret"

                            By Tiffany



A woman needs a steady diet of love, tender kisses, stroking, and

love making followed by holding and sweet words.  This one

sometimes needs to have her ankles pinned to a mattress beside

her ears and have her pussy pounded to mush by a big cock with

huge ass-slapping balls.  Walter, my husband of seventeen years,

gives me plenty of the former but none of the latter.  For the

latter, I take it where I can get it.  I get it a lot.



I've been very lucky.  I have indulged myself at least once a

week for the past thirteen years, and I have never been caught. 

My husband suspects nothing, though my stretched pussy does

little for his less-than-average prick.  My children have never

seen me walking around in bra and panties, much less nude, and

they never heard a dirty word cross my lips.  



I have played the ultra-conservative, sexually up-tight, even

frigid June Cleaver role to the hilt so that if word or rumors of

my infidelity ever got back to my family, they would not believe

them.  My husband gets unresponsive straight sex, in the

missionary position, always with the lights out, and has never

had a blow job, anal sex, or even a hand job from me.  I wear

men's pajamas to bed and he screws me through the fly.  I won't

spread my legs or let him lie on me.  He supports himself on his

arms while I continually interrupt him, asking him when he'll

finish.  



Our sex started off that way.  Both of our kids were conceived

that way.  It's the only way Walter ever had me, and I saw no

reason to change, even after I was raped by a long-donged

salesman who showed me how fucking was done properly, then

returned every day for three weeks until I learned every lesson

he thought I needed to learn.  I learned, and I changed radically

in those three weeks.  



Walter saw no change other than my loose pussy, which he politely

never mentioned.  I am much more stretched out now, and since

Walter can only get half his cock in with my legs together, I

know he's not feeling much more than a warm wet presence on the

end of his dick.  I might be the only woman he's ever had.  We

were both virgins, and he is so straight he could be used to

align a building.



I am very strict with my kids, and my fourteen-year-old Tarra

hates the repressive rules she lives under.  Robby, my sixteen-

year-old, can't date and gets punished for getting erections or

soiling his sheets or underwear with his youthful spend.  He has

wet dreams and gets punished for those as well.  The kids have no

right to privacy, can never be behind a closed door, and I make

Tarra sleep wearing boxing gloves to prevent her from

masturbating in the night.  Robby wears a tight, leather jock

with cup that can be locked on.  My kids do not masturbate, not

in my house, anyway.    



I make masturbation seem like the crime of the century.  I am

obsessive about it; or at least, I act that way.  I don't even

allow Walter to touch himself in my presence, though I know he

indulges himself in the bathroom.  I don't say anything to Walter

about his lengthy stays in the bathroom, and he says nothing

about my stays in the bedroom behind a locked door.



When I feel like masturbating, which is a nightly affair, I lock

myself in the bedroom.  I have a plug-in vibrator that messes up

the TV reception.  The vibrating dildoe is sold as a facial

massager, but the long cock-like wand would only fool a fool.  I

keep my pussy pleaser on my bedstand, in the open, and it reeks

of pleased pussy.  Walter knows damned well my toy is no facial

massager, but I refer to the obscene device as my facial

massager.  When I want to masturbate, I announce that I am going

to massage my face.  



I love doing that, because I know they know exactly what I am

going to do.  I may as well say, "Excuse me, family.  I am going

to my bedroom to fuck myself with my vibrating fake cock.  Do not

disturb me for the next hour." 



The kids see my dildoe every day.  It sits on my night stand,

sticking straight up, looking very phalic.  If they haven't

sniffed the thing, it's because they know damned well where it's

been.  They've seen it glistening after I emerge from a facial

massage session, and I like to stick a loose pubic hair or two on

the shaft before emerging.  I am a hypocritical, compulsive-

masturbating June Cleaver, and I love playing my role to the

hilt.  This makes my adultery more exciting and my home life less

boring.  I have the best of both worlds, and I know it.



Walter is not pussy whipped.  He tolerates my eccentricities, but

he'd divorce me in a second if he knew I ever cheated on him.  He

is very possessive in that way, and the kids know it, too.  I

know he is sexually frustrated, but he will never admit that a

plastic cock outperforms his manhood.  I wish the game could go

on and on.  I wish my streak could hold out.  I was not that

careful; I was just very lucky.      



I wish I could still say that, but Robby and Tarra ended my

streak in a dramatic way.  My husband would never understand or

forgive me for tipping our black pool maintenance man the way I

tip him - with my ankles pinned back to my ears and my asshole

kissing his balls on each stroke of his eleven-inch cock into my

cheating twat.



This is what Robby and Tarra saw when they came to investigate

the unusual noise coming from my room at two in the afternoon. 

The school let out early because of a bomb threat.  They were

both standing in the doorway when the hulking, sweaty cocksman

pulled his long, ebony, drippy dick from their mother's mushy

twat.  To say I was shocked and mortified is the definition of an

understatement.  Every atom in my body wanted to leave the area

taking the path of least resistance at the speed of light.



I did not move nearly so fast.  I let out a groan of despair and

rolled to my side in a fetal ball, wondering how long they'd been

there, and why they weren't leaving.  



My black stud was not the least put out by their presence.  He is

my stud because he is such a ballsie fucker.  He treats me like a

white-trash cunt, a piece of slut pussy, and I adore him for it. 

When he reached for my top ankle, I wanted to shout, "No, please,

Tyrone, not now for god's sake, those are my children."



I didn't cry out, because I knew my pleas would be wasted breath. 

As though lifting a turkey drumstick, he hauled my leg straight

up overhead until my hip lifted off the mattress, exposing my

adulterous crotch in the most obscene way, saying, "Get a good

look at your mother's twat, kids.  This is what a well-fucked

cunt should look like.  That is prime Afro cock juice pouring out

of your old lady's pussy."



I didn't think things could get any worse, but then he slapped my

pussy and inserted three fingers, saying, "This is what happens

to a white whore who fucks with an Alabama black python.  Kid,

I'll bet you could get your arm up there.  You wanna try?"



This time I cried out, "Please stop.  Robby, Tarra, go away."  



Thankfully, Robby did not take Tyrone up on the offer, but

neither of them left, either.  I knew their staying would only

inspire Tyrone to further obscene acts.  He dropped my leg and

yanked me to a sitting position facing the kids, holding me in

place by my hair.  I tried to cover my breasts, but he slapped my

hands away.  I tried to close my legs, but he slapped my inner

thighs until I had them far enough apart to suit him.



He had my head tilted back, grasped by the back of my head.  I

could see that Tarra and Robby had moved closer to the foot of

the bed, framed by my parted knees.  My tits were thrust up as he

pulled my head back and into his crotch.  He rubbed my face on

his messy black cock, saying, "Suck my cock, bitch!  Show these

kids what a good cock-sucker their mother is."



My shame and embarrassment was complete.  I began licking, then

sucking, feeling him grow before my children's eyes.  I knew this

would bode ill if he got another erection, but I had no choice. 

My mouth brought him back to a full cock stand.  He fucked my

mouth as he loves to do, shoving his cock down my throat, fucking

my throat the way I love having my throat fucked: with my nose

getting mashed into his wiry pubic bush while his black balls

swung under my chin.  



By this time, the kids knew they weren't watching a rape.  I was

screwed, literally.  They'd get even; they earned it.  They'd

given me years of pleasure at a high cost.  I was surprised that

neither had reached for the phone to call their father, but there

was plenty of time for that after the show.  



Tyrone continued throat fucking me for several minutes, then

threw me onto my hands and knees at an angle to my kids, a

position intended to give them a good view of my ass.  He pushed

my shoulders to the mattress and lifted my ass high, pushing my

knees out.  His long black fingers pried my ass cheeks apart.  



I knew they could see my asshole puckering out to receive the

man's bulbous cockhead.  I know how obscene that must have looked

as he crammed his cock deep in my colon.  They watched his

hanging balls slapping my pussy pouch as he butt-fucked me the

way I love to be butt-fucked.  It was all I could do to keep from

screaming out my usual flood of obscenities, or turning my head

their way to watch them watching.



Strangely, their watching was adding to my excitement.  I suppose

shame can only reach a certain level before it turns back the

other way.  My shame took U-turn and put the pedal to the metal

at that point.  



I always knew I'd get caught, and my charade would get dashed by

the reality of what I was - an adulterous whore.  I have

fantasized every exposure scenario and shared them with Tyrone. 

I did not want my exposure to be a long drawn-out affair,

starting with rumors, then circumstantial evidence, then a chance

encounter wherein I'd get caught in the act.  



No, if it ever happened - and I never wanted it to happen - I

wanted my fall to come out full blown, out of the blue, in the

most obscene way possible.  As always, Tyrone was giving me

exactly what I wanted.  My old life was over, and regardless of

the consequences, I wanted to end it in a big way.  My kids would

take revenge on me, and I couldn't blame them.    



I was proud of my sexual prowess and my ability to take a man

like Tyrone.  I was a true three-holer whore.  I could earn a

good living on my back.  I'd miss my family, but the whore's life

had many desirable benefits.  I had years of good fucking left in

my hot-assed carcass.  They saw what I could do with my mouth. 

They were seeing what a talented asshole I had.  I could not help

wishing Tyrone would do as he usually did and flip me over for a

good cunt fucking.  Then, they'd see what their mother could do

with her insatiable pussy.  I sent Tyrone silent prayers that he

heard.



After five minutes of intense ass fucking, Tyrone flipped me onto

my back.  I planted my feet wide and raised my cunt to his

angled-down cock.  I wiggled my pussy onto his cock and began

screwing him for all I was worth, frequently looking to my kids,

checking their reactions, being driven on by their intense stares

and open mouths.  Tyrone finished the same way they first saw us:

with my ankles pinned to the mattress beside my ears.



I love the ending.  Being helplessly pinned, immobile, while a

huge man is pounding my pussy in its most open a vulnerable

position never fails to make me cum and scream out the most vile

and obscene words.  I knew I would cum, but I didn't plan to pour

out every filthy phase I knew.  From, "Fuck my slut pussy" to

"Cum in my whoring, adulterous twat," I really laid it on thick.



When Tyrone pulled out, he rolled onto his side, lying beside me,

keeping my legs back by laying his right arm across the backs of

both my ankles.  The kids had moved up to the bed by this time

and looked down on the most obscene beaver any mother can make. 

The pressure on my legs lifted my ass up by a good foot.  Both

were looking down into my ass and pussy as Tyrone toyed with my

abused and messy intimate anatomy, saying, "Your mom is one fine

piece of ass.  She's the best white pussy I ever had."



He was tracing a stiff finger around the interior of my pussy

hole while telling them my most guarded secrets: my adulterous

history, my fantasies, my craving for big cocks.  I should have

been struggling, protesting, denying, or at least trying to get

the kids away.  I did none of those things.  I wanted to hear

more.  While he talked to my kids, he fingered both holes, and

toyed with my clit.  Occasionally he would bring his sopping wet

hand to my lips where I was expected to lick them clean and suck

his fingers.  I did so without hesitation.  He fed me our fuck

sauce while exposing me in every way he could.



I had no secrets and nothing to hide from them after he was

through with me.  He exposed my game, my secret life, my body,

mind, and soul.  No mother has ever been so thoroughly laid bare. 

They knew everything.  They even knew of my fantasies involving

them.  



These were innocent fantasies, silly, really.  I'd told Tyrone

how I often fantasized being awakened in the morning with Robby

screwing me, or of finding Tarra with a boy, making love, and me

just watching while masturbating.  He told her I sucked the

crotch of her panties while masturbating.  I only sniff them, but

I didn't deny his embellishment when I saw Tarra's eyes open wide

and the amused expression on her face.  I also didn't deny the

craving to sneak into Robby's room, late and night, to take his

dick in my mouth and suck him off in his sleep.



When Tyrone got up, got dressed, and left me alone with Robby and

Tarra, it was a very awkward moment.  I was hoping they'd leave,

but Tarra sat on the bed between my feet, and Robby sat by my

right side.  I sat up against the headboard, but did not bother

to bring my legs together or hide my breasts.  I figured, what

would be the point.  Robby broke the silence, saying, "Don't

worry, Mom, we won't tell Dad."



Tarra said, "No way would we tell Dad.  He'd divorce you for

this, wouldn't he?"



I was floored and said, "Yes, he sure would.  He'd have every

right to.  What I did was terribly wrong.  I'm so sorry you two

had to see this, but I can't blame you for staying to watch.  I

probably would have done the same thing if I'd caught my mother

doing something like this.  That never happened.  I feel like the

lowest form of life on Earth.  I don't know what to say other

than I'm sorry."



Tarra said, "You don't need to apologize or be embarrassed, Mom. 



"But I've been awful to you, both of you.  I'm the biggest

hypocrite that ever lived.  Tyrone told the truth.  I enjoyed

tormenting you two."



Tarra said, "You're only human, Mom.  We understand, don't we

Robby?"



"Sure.  It wasn't that bad.  It's kinda neat finding out you gave

me hardons on purpose."



Tarra added, "Yeah, and it was neat having you wipe me and wash

me between the legs after my enemas I didn't really need.  I

never knew you were getting off on it.  Did you really...you

know... masturbate afterwards like he said?"



"Yes, dear, most of the time, right afterwards."



"Wow, that is so cool.  And does Daddy really get horny when he

sees me naked like Tyrone said."



"Very horny."



"Wow!  When you spank me, does he really stare at me down there

like he said."



"Down there?  You mean, does your father stare at your cute

little pussy."  Tarra blushed and giggled.  "Yes, dear.  He can't

take his eyes off of your adorable honey pot.  He's worse than

Robby."



"That's far out, Mom.  Robby is pretty bad about that.  He teases

me about it all the time, but I never thought Daddy was staring

and getting hard too.  This has been quite an education.  Now we

don't need that birds and bees talk."



"No, I suppose you got a complete sex education."



She said, "Mom, can I ask you something very personal?"



"What could be very personal after this?  Yes, Tarra, what is

it?"



"Well...I was wondering...why do you suck on my panties?"



I didn't want to contradict anything Tyrone said, but I found

this part embarrassing.  I am not actually into pussy, though the

scent of a fresh young virgin is like an aphrodisiac.  I reddened

and said, "Uh...well...this is embarrassing.  All right.  Brace

yourself.  The truth is, I like the taste of another female's

vagina."



"Really?  Have you ever...you know...licked a woman down there?"



"Do you mean, have I ever licked a woman's pussy?  Yes, Tarra,

several."



"Did you like the way mine tasted?"



"I wouldn't keep doing it if I didn't."



"Do you do it a lot?"



"I don't go looking for every pair you take off, but if I see one

I usually suck on the crotch.  I guess you find that news

shocking and sickening, don't you?"



"No, it's kind of neat.  I wouldn't mind bringing them to you if

you want.  Isn't it better if they're fresh?"



This was getting heavy.  She was obviously thrilled by the idea,

but I didn't know where this might lead.  I pictured Tarra

handing me a pair of sopping wet panties, expecting me to suck

the crotch in front of her.  In my state of mind, I probably

would have done so, but I knew this would wear off once things

returned to normal and I was dressed properly.  What then? 

Still, she wanted this.  Seeing the potential to patch things up

with my kids, and be able to keep up my front with my husband

with their help, I was ready to give them anything they wanted. 

I told her that would be nice.



Robby said, "I know a man with a big dick that's dying to fuck

you, Mom."



This statement hit me like big wad of cum in the face - shocking,

but pleasant.  Robby never used foul language in my presence.  I

am always looking for another big-dicked stud, and his words did

excite me.  My secret was out, so I said, "Oh, you do?  Who is

this big-dicked stud?"



"Gary's dad.  He's almost as big as that black guy, and he's

always teasing me that he's going to fuck you and make you beg

for more.  Want me to tell him you'll let him fuck you?"



"Just tell him I'd like to meet him.  I'll do my own begging,

thank you."



"Great!  Mom, if you want to suck my dick, you don't need to

sneak in and do it while I'm sleeping.  Actually, I'd like to be

awake when you do it.  All you have to do is say when.  I really

don't mind.  Honest."



Robby made me smile.  I pulled his head to me and hugged his

neck, planting a motherly kiss to his cheek.  He laid his head on

the upper swell of my right breast and kissed me an inch up from

my nipple.  I stroked his hair saying, "I'll keep that in mind,

Robby, but that was just a fantasy.  Mothers shouldn't do things

like that with their sons.  Don't get your hopes up."  Robby

didn't say anything, but he planted another shy kiss, closer to

the nipple, testing his limits.



Tarra scooted closer without my noticing.  She sat within the

space of my parted knees.  When I looked to her and smiled, she

laid her hand on my right inner thigh, four inches from my

beaver.  When I said nothing, she began lightly stroking my

thigh.  Robby kept planting kisses to my upper breast, gradually

advancing toward my nipple.  Tarra expanded the sweep of her

hand, getting dangerously close to my sloppy twat.



I knew where my silent acceptance would lead.  Tarra could not

tear her eyes from my pussy, and Robby wanted that nipple just as

badly.  My continued silence was as good as saying, "Have at it,

kids."  I remained silent because I've learned that silence is

golden.



Robby was first to get his prize.  When I said nothing after he

kissed my nipple, he raised his head, fastened his mouth on it,

and began sucking in earnest.  Seeing this inspired Tarra to

venture her fingers to my cunt lip.  She touched the slimy labia

more firmly with each pass; then, when I made no comment, began

openly massaging my cunt.  Her fingers dipped inside when I still

remained silent, and she was soon masturbating me, finger-fucking

me, and spreading Tyrone's sperm all over my beaver.  



Robby was going from tit to tit, using both hands.  Between the

two of them, they were driving me mad.  Tarra laid across my

right inner thigh with her face close to my beaver, using both

hands to stimulate me.  Robby's hand would slip down for feels of

my pussy.  I came after ten minutes of their eager explorations,

then eased them both away, trying not to hurt their feelings or

seem ungrateful.  We were all a little bashful after the episode. 

The silence was golden, but something needed to be said.



I sat up and said, "All right, you two.  That was very nice, but

we can't be doing things like this.  That would be more wrong

than my adultery.  I could go to jail for this.  Society frowns

on incest with minors, you know?"



Robby said, "Who cares?  We all liked it, and who's going to

tell."



Tarra said, "That's right, Mom.  We'll never tell.  It was fun. 

I don't want to stop.  We want to do more, don't we Robby?"



"Yeah, lots more.  And not just that, either.  We want you to do

stuff to us."



This was delightful news to me.  By taking the initiative, the

monkey was off my back.  I said, "All right, if you two can

promise to keep this a secret, I suppose there's no harm. 

There's a price to pay, though.  When your father is home,

everything must stay just like it was.  Robby, you'll be punished

for erections, and I will see to it you get lots of erections. 

Tarra, nothing changes for you, either."



Tarra made an anguished face, then pleaded, "Please don't make me

wear those awful clothes anymore, and those boxing gloves are

shear torture.  I like everything else; really, I do."



"All right.  We'll get you a sexy new wardrobe, but the gloves

stay.  I like torturing you, remember?  You can dress sexy, but

I'll be tougher on you than ever."



"I want you to."



"Okay, Robby, what do you want me to do for you?"



"I want the same thing Tyrone got--the works."



"Okay, you'll get the works.  Tarra, what do you want?"



"I want you to eat my pussy until I cum, and then I want you to

lick up all my cum.  I want to watch you masturbate while sucking

on my panties.  Oh, and I want to watch Gary's dad fuck you.  And

I want you to teach me how to suck a cock all the way down my

throat like you do.  I want to try it on Gary's dad, and ..."



"All right, all right!  You want it all, is that it?"



"Yes, everything.  I want to be a three-holer whore like you,

Mom."



"You'll both get your wishes.  To save time, why don't you start

with my pussy, Robby?  Tarra, you can sit on my face while he's

fucking me.  Both of you take all of your clothes off.  If we're

going to do this, let's do it right."



We've been doing it right ever since.  Walter knows something is

different.  I don't wear panties at home.  My naked beavers are a

common sight.  Tarra dresses like me when she isn't stark naked,

getting her pussy smacked with her legs wide, aimed right at

Walter.  



So far, he hasn't said anything.  He spends a lot more time in

the bathroom, but that's a good place for him.  It gives Robby

and me a chance to fuck.  When I go off to the bedroom to

masturbate, I take Tarra with me.  Walter raises an eyebrow at

this.  I wonder what his face looks like when the TV goes

squirrelie.  When we come out, he doesn't say anything.  Silence

is golden.

                           The End







-- 

Dave-id Huberman                  |||||    "Candy is Dandy,

Senior, Telecommunications        |||||          but

Indiana University, Bloomington   |||||            Sex won't rot your teeth!"

DHUBERMA@indiana.edu              |||||    -Willy Wonka... sort of