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                             "Mom's Hope"                       
   By Phil Phantom

Mom named me Hope.  She never told me why, but I suspected she
placed a lot of hope in me.  We looked so much alike, even at an
early age.  Perhaps, as some mothers do, she had hopes of living
her life vicariously through me.  I hopped not.  All hope left
her when Daddy died.

After Daddy died, Mom completely lost it.  I was nine at the
time, and my three brothers were six, five, and three.  She did
nothing for us.  I did the best I could to mother my brothers,
but eventually the state people discovered how we were living
and she was committed.  We kids were placed in foster homes and
split up.  Five years later, we were all reunited after her
therapist arranged her supervised release.

This was a godsend when it happened.  We all hated our foster
homes and seeing each other again was terrific.  Even little
Matthew remembered me.  Mark, at eleven, looked so big, almost
as big as me.  John, at ten, could not stop hugging me.  He had
always been my favorite, because he was so affectionate towards
me.  Mark had been a handful, the typical little boy.  Matthew
and I just needed to get reacquainted.  

Mom was a bit aloof.  She was glad to see us, but it was
apparent to all of us that she wasn't all there.  She was not as
bad as she had been, but not as she was before Daddy died.  We
had hope.   Dr. Brown remained a mystery man.  Quiet, distant,
and unapproachable, he was like a stranger in our midst.  He
popped in and out at his leisure.  Sometimes, he'd dine with us
in the evenings.  He reminded me of a weasel man, a geek.  He
was the type of man that could never win the affections of a
beautiful woman like my mother unless she were stone drunk, or
crazy.  

I saw no evidence of love between them.  He treated her as his 
patient; she deferred to him as her physician.  He did have sex
with her every time he stopped by.  It never took long.  He'd
take her to her room for a few minutes, do the dirty deed, then
they'd both come out.  I was so glad to be reunited with my
family that I didn't question his motives or his methods.

I could tell right away that life with Mom would be bizarre.  In
addition to being careless with her modesty, sometimes walking
about in the nude, she was lewd.  Even when dressed, she never
wore underwear under super short skirts and see-through blouses.
 After a fuck, she'd parade around with his semen running down
her legs, shooting beavers so we could see it seeping from her
pussy.  If that weren't enough for young kids to be exposed to,
she was a chronic masturbator.  

If she felt like doing it, she did, where ever she was.  The
boys thought it was great, but I was mortified by it,
embarrassed for her and me.  The good doctor never interfered,
but did provide her with every imaginable obscene device a horny
woman could want.  Her adult toys littered the house in her
wake.  

At first, I tried to play the role of mother, but the doctor
admonished me for usurping my mother's role.  He hired a
housekeeper to do everything a mother usually does.  She was a
middle-aged illegal alien from Mexico.  She spoke no English,
made no attempt to interact with us; and, like the doctor, was
there but wasn't.  She did her job, did it well, but saw
nothing.  If it bothered her seeing my mother fucking herself
with a dildoe, sitting on the sofa with her legs wide, or seeing
my brothers gathered at her feet, staring intently, she never
let on.  She went about her business; though, I did notice that
her business always had a good view.

We were never introduced to her.  We didn't even know her name. 
I made attempts to get to know her, but she waved me off with
several, no-habla-Ingleses.  She didn't want to get on familiar
terms with us.  It was as if we weren't there.  We took the
hint, and before long, she wasn't there either.  No one paid the
slightest attention to her.  She and the doctor were rarely
there at the same time, and they rarely exchanged words, though
he spoke Spanish.  She'd serve dinner and leave at the time when
the doctor returned from wherever he worked, the state mental
hospital I presumed.

Mom was not a vegetable.  Except for her sexual eccentricities,
she was quite lucid, sociable, and talkative.  She remembered
everything from our past.  She watched TV with us and played
cards and board games.  She had no interest in going outdoors,
and we certainly had no interest in getting her outdoors, nor of
inviting our school friends indoors.  I talked at length with
her, but certain topics were strictly taboo.  We could not talk
about Daddy, the doctor, or anything about the hospital or her
time spent there.  If you could ignore what she was doing to
herself, the talks were enjoyable.

The doctor brought two dogs with him one day and gave them to
Mom.  She loved them, and named them Mutt and Jeff.  They were a
beautiful pair of male labs and were Mom's darlings.  She kept
them indoors and fed them from the table.  She also had a
bizarre way of feeding them from the table.

I remember first noticing something strange going on when my
brothers kept looking under the table during dinner.  Seeing
dogs eat wasn't all that exciting and I never understood my
brothers' passion for watching it.  I was dead wrong on that
score.  

Two of my brothers sat across from me with Matthew beside me on
my left.  Mom sat to my right and, throughout her meal, she took
food off her abundant plate and brought it to her lap for the
dogs.  The doctor sat at the other end.  With my curiosity
peaked, I accidently on purpose dropped my fork and dipped my
head under the table to retrieve it.  

What I saw was Mom's hand stuffing food in her vagina while the
dogs licked her fingers.  They took turns digging out the food
with their tongues as she sat far forward with her knees out
wide.  She let them clean the area with their tongues, then her
hand came down with another messy glob on her fingers and she
stuffed that up her twat.  I was struck numb at the discovery,
and watched, spellbound, as she repeated the act several more
times.  When I emerged, she looked at me with this glossy-eyed
gaze that seemed to say, "Did you get an eyeful?  Did you enjoy
watching.  Do you want to see more?  Go ahead; I'm not shy."

I knew she wasn't shy.  After the dogs arrived, her standard
uniform was a man's T-shirt, period.  The dogs were forever
sniffing and licking her between the legs.  It was after seeing
her feeding habits that I understood why those dogs were such
compulsive crotch sniffers and cunt lickers.  They were always
goosing me with their cold noses.  If there is one thing I hate
more than a crotch sniffing dog, it's two crotch sniffing dogs. 
Consequently, I wore only jeans.

Mom seemed pleased with my discovery.  She told me to start
wearing T-shirts with nothing underneath like her.  I was
stunned.  My brothers started giggling.  I looked to the doctor
for help, but he would not look at me.  He simply said, "I think
that's a good idea.  It will cut down on your laundry." 

With no reasonable, rational authority to appeal to, I sat
dumbly picking at my food.  I felt hopelessly trapped.  If there
is one thing you learn as a ward of the state, it is that your
legal guardian has total authority over your life.  As a
consequence, you learn blind obedience, even when your guardians
are perverts, as mine often were.  I was made a sexual plaything
to an elderly couple at the age of eleven.  I severed them for
six months before they were found out.  In my thirteenth year, I
was raped by my foster father in another home--my fifth home in
four years.  He took me whenever the urge struck him.  He was
mean and rough and shared me with his friends.  It was from this
home that I was saved, or thought I was saved.

I figured I could at least get through the meal, but that wasn't
to be.  Mom said, "I think you should change right now."

I looked to her with pleading eyes as Mark said, "Yeah, she can
wear one of Matthew T-shirts."  To my horror, John smiled and
said, "Yeah!"  And then Matthew offered the one he was wearing.  

He stripped it off and handed it to me, grinning from ear to
ear.  My eyes pleaded to Mom.  I said, "Please, at least let me
wear one of yours.  I can't put this on.  This won't even cover
my belly button if I can get in it at all."

"Put that T-shirt on, Hope.  He was kind enough to offer, now be
a good girl and thank him."

Resigned, I thanked him then rose to go to my bedroom and
change.  Whether I'd come out again was another matter.  I only
made it two steps before Mom said, "No, change right here. 
Stand on your chair so we can watch you change."

My face went bright red.  I pleaded; she insisted.  My brothers
added their approval.  The doctor nodded his approval.  I set my
jaw and stepped onto the chair.  The first thing I did was
remove my tennis shoes and socks.  To do this, I had to put each
foot on the table.  By the way my brothers were acting as I took
off my socks, you'd think I was rolling fishnet nylons down my
legs.  Oddly, this gave me a charge.

The boys were acting just like you'd expect little boys to act,
but Mom was just plain silly.  She slapped the table to a strip
club beat and shouted, "Take it off!  Take it all off!"  She
even hummed, "Da da dum...ta da da dum...ta da dum...ta dum...
dum...dum...dum."  Dumb was right; still, it charged the
atmosphere and had a stimulating effect on me.  My vagina
responded to it even if my mind wasn't completely won over.

When I stood straight, debating whether to start with the top or
bottom, I wasn't in any hurry.  The crowd wanted me to take off
my jeans.  Mom fanned them with chants of, "Pants, we want to
see pussy, right guys?"  They then chanted together, "Show us
pussy!  Show us pussy!"  My face colored, but I went for the
snap on my jeans.

I unzipped and tugged them down over my womanly hips.  I had
inherited my mother's shapely body.  Even at thirteen, I had a
figure.  My breasts were confined to B cup bras, but they were
still growing and I needed C cup bras.  I think my ass and legs
are my best features.  

I thought my vagina looked sexy.  I liked studying it in hand
held mirrors.  My previous foster father took hundreds of
pictures of it to add to the thousands he had from other girls. 
When I compared mine to the others, I thought mine was by far
the prettiest, the fullest, and the tightest looking.  In
addition, my pubic hair was so thin and light, it hid nothing at
all.  He raved about it.  I enjoyed showing my pussy and having
it photographed.  I especially liked seeing it from the rear. 
Even with my legs together, my full pussy pouch could be seen
like a split peach with coral pink meat.  My pearly
little-man-in-the-boat was always in view, in any position, and
loved tight jeans and bicycle seats.

To hear them chanting, "Show us pussy," only heated me up
further.  With my jeans only half way down, I decided the
panties had to be next.  I was in no hurry.  I calmly,
methodically eased each foot from my jeans, then stood straight
to fold them and set them on the table, ignoring the strong
chants.  I then stood straight and hooked my fingers in my
pantie waist band.  My pussy grew excited at the prospect of
being uncovered.  I could feel it swell up and lubricate. 
Though I hated the rough sex, my pussy loved eyes and the feel
of a stiff adult penis in it.  I did miss that, and it had been
over six months since I last felt that unique sensation.

I often found myself looking at the doctor's crotch, tying to
visualize his equipment.  I was suspicious of all adult men.  I
figured he had designs on me.  He looked the type, and what was
a plus, he looked clean, harmless, and gentle.  Though I
harbored no desire for him as a man, I would not have struggled
against his cock.  Furthermore, it quickly became apparent that
should he choose to take advantage of me, I could count on my
mother to pull up a chair, grab a dildoe, and cheer him on. 
Before easing my panties down, I gave him a quick glance.  He
had that look.  He was definitely interested in what was inside
my panties.

I drew a deep breath and slowly inched the panties down.  When
my pussy saw light, a cheer went up.  The doctor remained
reserved, however, staring hard, but reserved.  I slipped the
panties down my legs and stepped free of it, stooping to bring
them up, folding them, and setting them neatly on my jeans.  I
didn't want to appear too obvious, but I did want the doctor to
see what I had to offer.  I accomplished this by taking up my
folded clothes, turning my back to him, then bending low at the
waist to set them on the floor by my chair.  It all looked
natural, not drawn out in slow motion or vulgar.  It did give
him, Mark, and Matthew a good look at my whole pussy and my
pussy hole.  When I turned facing the table and stood erect, he
was still looking reserved, but Mark was howling and clapping. 
Matthew shouted, "We saw her pussy, all of it."

I blushed at this, and Mom stood and came to stand between my
brothers on the other side of the table, saying, "Come on, Hope!
 We want to see, too.  Show everybody your pussy, girl.  Stand
up on the table."  I gingerly stepped onto the table, placing my
feet between items.  "Take off the rest.  Hurry up!"  I saw no
need to draw this out, so I quickly unbuttoned my top, tossing
it to my other clothes, then unhooked and removed my bra.  I
tossed it and rubbed my freed tits.

Mom said, "Go stand where I was sitting with your back to us." 
I made my way carefully.  "Okay, now move your feet out to the
edges."  I gulped, but did as she instructed.  I stood with my
feet a yard apart.  "Now bend down and grab the table's edge in
front of you.  Keep those legs straight."

When I bent down and got a grip on the table, I was in my
favorite position for having my pussy photographed and screwed. 
My pussy opened like a flower, exposing my interior.  My hole
was fully open and my clit was out in prominent display. 
Furthermore, the strain brought out the fibers and sinew of my
legs, the tightness of my ass, and my inverted position even
made my tits look bigger.  

My foster father liked placing me with a foot on two chairs,
widely spaced, then making me rest my palms on the floor
directly beneath me.  I'd be almost doing the splits with my
cunt hovering at just the right height for penetration.  He'd
fuck his cock down into my cunt, deposit his spend deep in my
vagina, then make me stay in that position for hours while he
took pictures or watched other men screw me.  It was agonizing
but delightfully so.  I grew to miss it.  The position brought
memories flooding back.  I wanted a cock.  Looking back through
my legs, I could see the man who had the cock I wanted.  He
studied my obscene spread with obvious desire.

I completely blocked out everyone else, which was hard to do. 
They were behaving like animals.  It became impossible when Mark
drew back a spoonful of mashed potatoes and let it fly, hitting
me squarely in the pussy.  This jarred me from my fantasy.  I
wanted to jump down, dash over, and slap the shit out of him. 
Mom's howls of laughter told me to remain still, even as more
spuds came sailing towards my rear.  All except the doctor
joined in, making a spud barrage that soon had my ass, thighs,
and tits covered with warm, runny slop.  I didn't feel sexy in
the least, only humiliated.  Still, I remained as a target. 
Gravy, carrots, beans, and butter splattered my vagina, some
hitting with such force that it went inside.  Mom wasn't
satisfied with that.  She had to stuff my cunt with food using
her fingers.  Everything went up my pussy, including half a
stick of butter.

By the time they were through, I had a bloated twat.  I was a
mess, as was the dining room.  It looked like a one-way food
fight.  Mom made me get down so the dogs could clean me.  This
was the greatest humiliation, standing with my feet wide and
letting those dogs lick my pussy, ass, legs, and belly with them
gathered close by, peering up between my legs.  The dogs quickly
cleared all that was on the outside, then dug deep with their
long tongues inside.  Mom stood beside me, scooping fingerfuls
off my face, neck, and tits, stuffing them up my cunt, keeping
the supply replenished. 

I was too humiliated to enjoy the sensation of two long tongues
going rapidly way up inside my pussy; one going at me from the
front, the other, from the rear.  As I adjusted, I did begin to
tune into those delicious sensations.  

When most of the food inside and out was gone.  Only the mess on
my upper body and what remained of the butter stick in my pussy
kept them occupied.  The dogs wanted that butter, but could only
help it melt, driving their tongues deep.  Mom began licking the
mess off my face and invited my brothers to help.  They went
right for my tits.  That's when I surrendered to the delicious
sensations, welcoming those tongues, all of them.  I held my
cunt open for the dogs and stood with my head back and chest
out, freely offering my body to my family.

I lost it at that point.  I began rubbing my clit.  Before long,
I was openly frigging myself, masturbating to beat the band.  I
brought myself off twice.  In a delirium of lust, I caught the
doctor's eye.  He was still seated, still looking reserved.  I
ran my tongue over my lips in as wanton a display of need as I
could convey.  I ovaled my mouth and ran my tongue around my
lips.  I mouthed the words, "Fuck me!"  His face broke into a
wry smile.  At least, I knew he got my message. 

When the butter finally disappeared, the dogs wandered off.  The
party broke up, leaving me standing there, clean, but naked.  I
wanted something to put on, but not Matthew ridiculous T-shirt. 
I said, "Mom, can I get dressed, now?"

She said, "No, I like you naked, better.  You don't need clothes
in the house.  It's just family; besides, we've seen everything
you have."

"But, Mom, I don't want to go naked all the time."

"So what.  We like looking at your naked body.  We like looking
at your pussy, especially with your legs wide open so we can see
inside.  From now on, you have to show off your pussy every
chance you get.  If you notice someone looking at it, you have
to peel open the lips with your fingers.  You have to let us put
things in it, and let the dogs lick it all they want."

My brothers seconded every demand.  I had to stand there and nod
my acceptance.  By this time, I'd given up any claim to modesty.
 Frankly, I was a bit pleased and flattered that my pussy was
the focus of their attention.  It had made quite an impression
on everyone.  Showing it off was secretly what I enjoyed doing. 
Making it available as a toy box didn't set well, but you can't
have everything you want.  That's another lesson foster homes
foster.

Mom led me to the doctor and stood me before him, saying, "Feel
her pussy, Dr. Brown."  He casually felt between my legs and
inserted two fingers.  I stood with my knees wide to facilitate
his inspection.  Mom excitedly said, "Do you want to fuck her
pussy?  You can.  She'll let you.  Go on, Hope, ask him to fuck
your pussy.  Ask real nice."  Mark added, "Yeah, Hope, beg him
to fuck you!"

With everyone gathered around, and with those delicious fingers
teasing me, I put on my impish, sexy, pout and said, "Don't you
want to fuck my pussy, Dr. Brown?  Won't my little pussy feel
good on your big cock?"  To add to the obscenity of the scene,
if that was possible, I opened my cunt lips with my fingers and
did a vulgar bump and grind on his fingers, displaying my pelvic
talents.

Mom dropped to her knees and freed his hard cock.  He removed
his fingers from my twat and sat back.  I straddled his legs and
squatted, letting Mom align the upstanding cock as my pussy
dropped on it.  I took him in rather easily.  He wasn't all that
big, maybe six inches.  Still, it felt great to have a grown
man's cock in me, and I rode him like a wild woman.  He didn't
have to move a muscle.  I did it all, bringing him to climax in
just minutes.  When he came, I sank fully on his lap and ground
my cunt on his spewing rod, using my well-developed vaginal
muscles to milk his spend from him.

When I stepped free, his sperm poured out of me.  Mom's hand was
there to catch it.  She smeared her handful over my tits and
face.  The rest ran down my legs.  She had me assume a variety
of obscene poses as she and the boys amused themselves with my
spermy twat and tits.  Eventually, all the sperm got rubbed into
my skin.  The good doctor sat and took it all in.

Mom encouraged all the boys to fuck me.  They eagerly put to the
task, penetrating my pussy, mouth, and ass all at once.  It felt
bizarre to be taking in so many cocks at once, but since none
were shooting sperm, it was rather anti-climactic.  They enjoyed
it, but it didn't do much for me.  Mom and the doctor enjoyed
watching, so I put on a good show for them.  Pleasing Dr. Brown
pleased Mom.  It pleased him to see us wallowing like animals,
enjoying our perverted, incestuous lust fest.  I did my best and
made Mom smile.

Later, alone in my bed, I had reservations about the situation
we were in.  I could not deny that I'd had fun, nor could I deny
several powerful orgasms.  Still, it wasn't right.  We were
being used, trained and conditioned to perform like trained
seals.  In a way, it was sad to see Mom this way.  At one time,
she was as straight-laced and moral as any mother on Earth.  In
many ways, she had been a prude.  She screened all of our
entertainment for sex.  She was modest to a fault and never
uttered a dirty word.  She even taught Sunday school at our
church.  She wasn't being herself; she was the woman Dr. Brown
wanted her to be.

The following morning, Mom seemed different.  At least, she was
fully dressed.  I thought she might be going out.  Since we were
going off to school, I was dressed as well.  When the boys tried
to get at my pussy, she stopped them.  She managed to impose
some sense of normalcy, though she tolerated the boys' vulgar
language and actions.  She didn't say anything when Mark took
out his cock and jacked it at my lips, trying to get me to suck
it for him.  She also didn't admonish me when I shoved it away. 
She also did not feed the dogs from the table, though they were
under it, gathered at her knees.  It was all very strange.

When Dr. Brown stopped by that evening, however, she was back in
form.  She directed my gang bang and made me masturbate while
lying on the table on my back with my legs wide apart.  I fucked
myself with one of her dildoes.  I slept with less guilt that
evening, but the next morning, Mom seemed even more uptight. 
This time, she admonished Matthew when he grabbed my pussy.  She
reminded me a bit of the old Mom I used to know.  When I got
home from school, I didn't have to go about naked or wear a
T-shirt.

As the days went by, Mom's personality split widened.  The boys
noticed as well.  They were quite confused.  We had a meeting
behind her back.  I told them that I thought Mom was coming out
of her trance, or whatever the doctor had her in.  The boys
found this distressing.  They did not miss the old Mom as I did.
 I knew I'd get no help from them once, if ever, I discovered a
way to bring her further out.  I hadn't a clue as to how to
speed up the process, but they had no clue how to stop the
process, either.

Mom soon stopped wandering around half dressed and also stopped
masturbating in our presence.  She was just as bad, however,
when the doctor came around.  If anything, she got worse if that
was possible.  It was.  

One evening, she pulled me onto her lap with my back against her
chest, had Mark and John each take a leg and make a wish.  With
me in the splits, she patted my belly, urging the dogs to jump
up.  When the first one did, she reached between his legs,
massaged his sheath until he got hard, then guided it in my
pussy.  I just sat there, numb, unable to believe my eyes.  The
dog started humping once he got the idea.  The other one was
ready right after the first dismounted.  Mom guided him in as
well.  After that, I had to screw the dogs every time.  We got
good at it; and I must say, they were better than the boys. 

Needless to say, the boys liked having the doctor around.  I
looked forward to him as well, because I did notice that after
he took us into deeper levels of perversion, Mom came further
out when he was away.  He was unaware of this.  I was afraid the
boys might tell him.  Either it never dawned on them, or they
never had the opportunity to see him alone.  Mom was always by
his side every moment he was in the house.

As the days went by, the split in her personality became
radical.  It was like living with two mothers.  She was at war
with her two selves.  She suffered extreme guilt after the
things we did or she made me do.  After she mounted the doctor's
cock, sitting with her back to his chest, legs outside of his,
and ordered me to lick them while they fucked, she could hardly
look me in the eyes the next day.  

I didn't mind doing it.  In fact, I rather enjoyed it.  I'd
never licked a pussy before, especially not one that was getting
screwed.  The boys took turns fucking my ass and pussy while I
serviced them.  I especially enjoyed sucking all the sperm from
her twat afterwards.  I had to admit, I liked the way things
were going.  Having a normal mom most of the time made having
the sex-mad mom even nastier when it happened.  Had she been
sex-mad all the time, it would have gotten old very fast.  What
made matters even better was that the doctor stopped by less
frequently as the weeks went by.  Sometimes, an entire week
would go by without a visit.  By the time he did show up, we
were all ate up with the rampaging hornies, me especially.

I had the best of both worlds, but I could see the day when the
doctor would disappear altogether.  What then?  Clearly, I
didn't want that.  In fact, things had already decayed past the
point where I would have liked.  I needed a twice weekly fix at
the very least.  For me, the pendulum had swung too far the
other way.  Mom was starting to go out of the house.  She did
some shopping, attended a PTA meeting, and even inquired about
church services.  I could not handle church, not after what I'd
done and wanted to keep doing.  Me and the boys had another
meeting.

After ten days without a doctor visit, we were fit to be tied. 
The boys were in greater distress than I was.  For them, the
pendulum had swung too far weeks earlier when Mom put a halt to
their language and vulgar exposure.  They couldn't openly play
with their dicks anymore.  Though I was perfectly willing, they
couldn't touch me or join me in the shower.  There was no
slipping off for a quick fuck, either.  She watched me like a
hawk.  I needed it badly, so did they.  We were on the verge of
mutiny.  I had a plan and eager listeners.

Mom had slipped out to visit a neighbor, leaving us alone for a
few minutes.  Usually, she took me with her everywhere she went.
 I said, "Look, we need to resist Mom's attempt at getting back
to normal without openly fighting with her.  I think we should
slowly assert our independence.  Let her rant and rave, make
threats, even punish us, but we must resist or we'll soon be
back in church.  If she gets filled with the holy spirit again,
we'll all be miserable.  I remember those days.  They were
awful."

Mark said, "I remember them too.  I hate church.  So, what do we
do?"

"We be bad, that's what we do.  For one thing, she can't watch
us all night long.  I can't believe none of you guys ever had
the nerve to come to my room after she went to bed.  Do you
think I'd scream rape?"

John said, "You mean you want us to come and fuck you?"

"Yes, silly.  Girls get horny, too."

Matthew said, "Will you suck our dicks too?"

"Yes, of course.  I love sucking on your dicks, but you'll have
to lick my pussy.  Fair is fair."

Mark said, "Hell, I like licking pussy.  Can I lick it now?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I'd like Mom to walk in on us doing
that."  I quickly dropped my panties and sat with my legs
spread.  Mark dropped to his knees and began licking.  I turned
to the others and said, "Both of you, get your dicks out.  I'll
suck you both at the same time.  Kneel on the sofa on either
side of me.  Hurry, she might pop in at any moment."

They quickly did as I requested.  Soon, I had two small cocks
vying for space in my mouth.  It was heavenly until Mom burst in
and shouted, "Stop that!  Stop that this instant!  Hope, go to
your room.  Mark, Matthew, John, put those disgusting things
away and go to your rooms as well.  I will be up to see each of
you.  Honestly, I can't leave you for five minutes."

We all marched off.  I sat on my bed, waiting.  She reacted just
as I predicted she would.  I wasn't sure how I'd handle the
rest, but I was determined not to cower.  She walked in and just
stood, looking hard at me.  She finally said, "All right, Hope. 
You are the oldest.  You are my little girl.  What's come over
you?"

"I'm horny.  I'm always horny.  Doctor Brown never stops by
anymore."

"Let's leave him out of this.  Hopefully, he never will again. 
This has nothing to do with him, anyway.  You did this on your
own.  I want an explanation, young lady."

"Mom, I told you.  I'm horny."

"Don't talk to me that way, Hope.  I'm your mother, not one of
your little school girl friends."

"I'm sorry, but it's the truth.  I get real horny.  I need cock
once in a while.  I'm hooked on it.  You hooked me; you and Dr.
Brown hooked me.  It's all your fault."

This stung her.  My accusation took her steam away.  She came
over to sit beside me.  She placed her arm around my shoulder
and hugged me, pulling my head to her shoulder, stroking my
face.  I was looking into her lap at bare thigh a few inches
from the pussy I loved to suck on.  Mom stroked my face and
hair, saying, "Oh, my poor dear.  I'm so sorry you feel that
way.  Mommy has been sick.  The doctor is sicker.  He made me do
those things.  You can never understand the hold he has on me. 
It makes me sick to think about it."

Impulsively, I laid my hand on her bare thigh, just at the edge
of her skirt.  The flesh to flesh contact made her halt.  She
took a deep breath, then said, "Things are getting back to
normal, now, Hope."

I slightly moved my hand, spreading my fingers, getting under
the skirt's hem.  This did not go unnoticed.  She paused, then
said, "I'm letting the maid go and taking over the running of
the household again.  I feel much better."

I pressed more firmly and kept up a soft, gentle, sensuous
rubbing that slowly inched my fingers up the inside of her soft
thigh.  She said, "I want things to return to normal between us,
Hope.  He may return.  Things may happen if he does.  I still
have no control around him, but he is backing away.  Soon, he'll
leave us alone.  Very soon, I hope."

My finger tips were a scant fraction of an inch from her panties
and moving closer as if with a mind of their own.  She finally
said, "Hope, what do you think you're doing?"

I went ahead and closed the distance, bringing my fingers into
contact with her fleshy cunt lips, feeling the warm wetness,
slightly pressing in at the hole then moving up the grove to her
clit.  I rubbed each finger over her clit without answering. 
She drew a deep breath, then repeated, "Hope, what do you think
you're doing?"  I rubbed harder on her clit.  "Hope, please. 
You shouldn't."  I curled a finger under the leg band and sought
out her clit.  I found it standing tall between the moist labia
lips, waiting.  I rubbed it hard, smearing her wetness over it
then delving to her hole.  I slipped my finger inside.

I got my finger in deep as she said, "Hope, no!  I'm your
mother.  You shouldn't."  I got bold when I felt her thighs
relax and her knees parted slightly.  I inserted a second, then
a third finger.  She was very wet and started to breathe harder.
 I knew I had her then.  She moaned, "Oh, Hope.  Please don't."

In response, I turned towards her and sat forward.  Her arm fell
off my shoulder.  She moved it behind her and rested her upper
body weight on her straight arms--a submissive pose if ever
there was one.  I pulled her skirt up to her waist, then reached
to her crotch to pull the panties aside, giving my a good look
at her pussy with my three fingers working inside.  We both
watched as I finger fucked her.

I dropped to my knees and reached for her panty waist band.  I
tugged firmly.  She lifted just enough so that I could work them
from under her.  I freed them from her limp legs, then pushed
her knees wide.  I pushed until her knees were flat to the
mattress.  Mom's wet beaver opened like a book.  She watched my
head come steadily nearer.  I planted tender kisses high up on
both inner thighs, intentionally avoiding her sex.  I licked all
around it, but never on it.  I blew my hot breath on her exposed
membranes and clit, making her moan.  Finally, she said,
"Please, don't tease me anymore, Hope."

"Tell me what you want, Mommy."  I kissed her right above her
clit, looking up into her eyes.

"You know very well.  Please!  Go ahead.  You've gone this far. 
Finish it."

"Tell me."

"Oh, God.  You're awful.  All right, please, kiss my pussy,
Hope."  I gave her a quick peck, square on her cunt.  "Lick it,
you devil.  Lick Mommy's pussy, sweetheart."  I licked up her
slit, looking into her eyes the whole time.  "Suck my cunt,
Hope.  Suck your mother's cunt like a good little girl.  Eat
Mommy's horny pussy, dear."  That's when I gave her the kind of
pussy action she wanted.  She cried out and fell back on the
bed, bringing her fingers down to hold herself open for me.  I
sucked her to three orgasms and lapped up all of her pussy cream
after each orgasm.  She was delirious. 

She turned to jelly.  I rolled her over and reamed her asshole. 
She pulled her cheeks apart for me.  She loved having my stiff
tongue way up her ass.  She got her knees up on the mattress,
widely separated, still pulling her cheeks apart.  I stabbed in
deep, withdrew, and said, "You're not going to drag us to
church, are you, Mom?"

"No!  I can't go to church, now.  Don't worry.  Please, more!"  

I probed her colon, then said, "I need some cock once in a
while, Mom."

"Yes!  You do need it, don't you.  You can fuck the dogs.  You
like that, don't you?  More, please!"

"Yes, I do, but can the boys fuck me when I need fucking?"

"Yes.  I won't interfere.  Just leave me out, okay.  I need this
as well.  It will be our secret, okay, Hope?"

I gave her a long tongue fucking, then got on her clit and
sucked hard to make her cum for a fourth time.  After she
relaxed, I lapped at her wide open hole and finished with
several long laps up her crack from her clit to the base of her
spine.  I sat back on my heels.  She rolled onto her back, then
struggled up to her sitting position, her face flushed and
beaded with perspiration.  She smiled self-consciously.  I
smiled back.  She said, "Hope, I enjoyed that."

I wiped my face and said, "Yeah, I could tell.  You liked it a
lot."

She laughed nervously, and said, "I'm awful, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but you taste great."

"Do you really like doing that, I mean for real?"

"Couldn't you tell?  I love eating your pussy and tongue fucking
your asshole."

"Hope, what a mouth you have, literally.  Please, let's try to
act normal around the boys.  They must never know."

"Mom, they've seen me do this lots of times."

"I know, but that was different.  Please, I must get control of
my life and my family.  We can't let things get out of hand.  I
don't want them to know about us or that I know what you are
doing with them.  I'll turn a blind eye and give you plenty of
privacy with them whenever you need it.  Just tell me when you
need it.  I'll go shopping or go to bed, okay?"

"Okay, but don't freak out if you see me letting the dogs lick
my cunt, or catch me fucking, or if you walk in and see me
sucking a dick."

"I won't, but I must say something about it.  It wouldn't look
right, otherwise."

"I know.  Just tell us to stop, then get lost."

"Get lost, huh?  I'm afraid that would be too obvious as well. 
No, you'll have to sneak behind my back.  I won't go looking for
you.  How's that?"

"Fair enough.  So, what are you going to tell the boys?"

"I don't know.  I guess I'll just rant and rave a little, just
for appearances sake."

I snatched her panties off the floor, sniffed the crotch, and
said, "Okay, but you'll rant with no panties on.  In fact, I
don't want you wearing panties anymore.  I want free and easy
access to your pussy from now on.  I earned it."

"Hope, you can't.  They're bound to catch us at it one day, and
once you get your mouth between my legs, I'm a gonner."

"Yeah, I know.  I want them to catch us.  In fact, I was
thinking of sneaking up behind you while you're ranting and
pinning your skirts up."

"Hope, you're terrible.  What am I going to do with you?  I've
created a sex monster."

"Yeah, but a sex monster with a taste for your pussy.  That
ain't so bad, is it?"

"No, it's not, but I can't run a family with a pussy-eating
monster underfoot."

"You'll have to try.  I can't help what I am, and you helped
make me that way.  If you want to look proper, resist all you
want, but I'm going to go for your pussy when I need pussy.  I'm
a bad girl, Mommy."

"So, that's how it's going to be, is it?  All right, I suppose I
can deal with that.  If you insist on assaulting me, don't be
too surprised if I knock you on your fanny or slap your face. 
I'll do it if anyone is watching.  I'm sorry, but I'm being
honest with you."

"I don't mind.  Hit me hard, if you want.  I'll bet you won't
slap or push when I've got my mouth on your horny twat, though."

"Possibly not.  We'll see, won't we?"  Mom stood and smoothed
her skirt.  She walked to the door, held the knob, and turned to
face me, saying, "Oh, if you do lift my skirt, I'll resist that
as well."

"Yes, but at least they'll get a good look at your twat first. 
They miss seeing it, you know."

"I wondered.  Did they tell you that they missed seeing it?"

"Yes, all three miss seeing you masturbate.  You do it so well,
and you have such a nice, big, hairy pussy.  I think they like
yours better than mine."

"I doubt that.  Honestly, though, did they really say that?"

"Yes, Mother.  They love your pussy, honestly.  We all love our
Mom's pussy.  You corrupted them too."

"I suppose I did.  Oh, well, what's done is done.  Still, I must
play my assigned role in life.  I am the mother.  Don't any of
you forget that, or we all go back to church.  I'm serious."

"Mom, let them get a good look at your twat."

Mom smiled, then exited.  I sniffed my panty prize and smiled. 
The pendulum was dead center, at least for me it was.

                          The End


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