This is a fantasy sex story involving under age sex and incest, please don't read it if you may be offended by the subjects or the law in your community forbids the reading of erotic material.

It could happen to your daughter
by Rose Eastmann

People need support networks, family, work colleagues or friends, as a single mother of two children I need them more than most. When I found out I was pregnant, I told my mother, the look on her face was enough to tell me that I wouldn't be enjoying my confinement at home in the arms of my loving family, I was fourteen years old, fell pregnant the first time I had sex, the boy was a total stranger who forced himself on me while we were on a family holiday in southern Spain, my mum and dad were out at a taverna getting drunk so in my book they were as much to blame as me for the pregnancy, so I was all alone, I ran away from home and went to London.

What did I expect, I thought my father would track me to the end of the earth and drag me back home lavishing love on me or that the police would see me, a fourteen year old girl with an ever expanding waistline and send me home in a police car but no, I was spotted by a man who liked children, I was a little old for his tastes and I was already pregnant which is what he preferred to do to the girls he came across in St. Pancreas station, I lived with him for a few months, let him fuck me every night and most days too, then one day he brought another man home and told him that I had to be nice to him, I kissed the man passionately and let his hand go up my skirt, the man I was living with had a 'Cheshire Cat' smile on his face and my intuition kicked in, I was going to be used and passed around his friends or total strangers, I said I needed to pee first, slipped out of the front door and was on the streets again with nothing, not even the clothes I had taken from home or the maternity clothes my latest friend had brought for me. I managed to get myself a place in a charity hostel to actually have the baby, Paul, a beautiful blond haired and blue-eyed boy.

Six months later I was living in a flat in the shit end of the planet, one bedroom and an open sewer running down the walls, I was sleeping when a crack-head broke in looking for enough money or property to get him his next fix, when he found out that I had less than he did he fucked me, just so his effort wasn't completely wasted, nine months later I had Elle, jet black hair with brown eyes, so totally different from my son and I that she stood out rather a lot.

So networks, I didn't have a family anymore, hadn't ever worked so colleagues were out of the question and the only friends I had were left behind at school. I found a nation wide group called 'Ginger-bread' it was ninety percent women and ten percent wimps, I would have called them men but they were far from that, but at least it was a network that offered support, unconditional emotional support, even if they didn't help financially. After the tenth time my flat was burgled and everything I owned was injected into some kid's arm I decided to move, Paul was ten and Elle nine when we moved, I didn't have any friends apart from the very few women in Ginger-bread who weren't lesbians, the kids had a few friends at school so I was upset for them that I was going to rip them from that small comfort but we had to get away, it wasn't a safe place that we were living in.

I have to say that I put less thought into the move from London than I put into the thought when I moved down to London in the first place, I just hopped on a bus with the kids, we didn't have any bags as we had just been burgled once again and all we had that wasn't stolen or ripped up were the clothes on our backs, we got as far as Exeter. We got a temporary B&B room that we all had to share while the council said they were trying to find us a flat or house. While I was in the Citizens Advice Bureau getting help chasing the council up I asked for the address of the local Ginger Bread group, I was given a leaflet with the address in it but was also given another address for a local group called the Single, Divorced or Separated Parents Club, I was told that they were more popular locally that Ginger Bread. I took my kids to the first Ginger Bread group meeting, the hall was open, the lights were all on, the toys and books to keep the children occupied during the meeting were all out, after an hour the janitor came past and was surprised to see us three in the room, "You're the first people I've seen in Ginger Bread all month!"

He said, then I took the kids the next evening to a meeting of the SDSPC and something really jumped out at me that there were far more men in the SDSPC group than in Ginger Bread. The club meeting was, unusually for a group of its kind, not held in council premises, it was in an old converted department store, the ground floor was one huge meeting room with a few private meeting rooms around the outside, the upper two floors had been converted into flats and unusually the access to the flats seemed to be through the centre of the meeting room.

I noticed that there was actually one more man than there was women, after a few minutes two of the men wandered off to the coffee machine, I watched as a coin was tossed in the air and caught on the back of the man's hand covered by his other hand, the second man called heads and the coin was revealed, it was then put in the coffee machine and one of the men, the looser, collected his children and left the building.

There were a few other differences between SDSPC and Ginger Bread, the group encouraged discussions which meant working in pairs and the pairs were always mixed gender, then getting back into the larger group to continue the discussion. I totally lost track of time, my son and daughter were interacting with the other children, one of the main reasons for joining a group like SDSPC, my two could mix with children in similar circumstances to their own, I noticed that all the girls wore make-up, something that I wouldn't allow Elle do at her age, even much younger girls wore makeup, and all the boy's seemed to have trendy clothes on and had very expensive haircuts, each boy seemingly trying to outdo the others.

I mentioned to John, the guy that I was currently discussing how to maximise the buying power of the unemployment benefit that most of the members of the group had to subsist on, that all the boy's seemed to be better dressed than my son and that all the girls seemed to be dressed and made-up expensively for a group on limited incomes, just at that moment Elle came running over, "Mum, can those two girls put some makeup on me please?" I explained that makeup was very expensive and not really a toy to play with at her age, John laughed, "One of our members works at Boots, they get loads of make-up from split packages and out of date or end of promotions there, she usually brings a hold-all full most weeks.

And, Simon was a hairdresser before his wife left him with three children so we all get free haircuts and styles, Bill is a designer, he does free-lance work from home, not top flight but he has loads of designs that aren't taken up by the customers, so Sue makes some of the clothes up for us and we just pay for the material with cash and for her time by looking after her two children so that she can work a few hours a week, it's all down to stretching what little money we have by bartering or just simple friendship!" I noticed the two girls taking Elle up the stairs towards the flats above, "Where are they all going?" "One of the two girls who wants to make her up lives above. The guy who owns this building gives us the ground floor for free for our club's use and there are eight flats above that he rents out to members, or at least to the council for our members to live in!" My ears pricked up at that, "I don't suppose there are any flats free at the moment?"

When Elle came back down into the meeting room she wasn't dressed in the same clothes as she was when she went up the stairs, and the other two girls had done a very professional make-up job on her, I heard a wolf-whistle and spun my head in the direction of the whistler, it was Paul, wolf-whistling at his sister, normally I would have chastised him for such a sexist act but as he and his sister are usually fighting all the time it made a change for him not to be making nasty comments about her or to her. Elle was strutting around, posing as if she were a fashion model. I noticed one of the younger boys had a camera and was following Elle around taking photographs of her, if it had been one of the men doing that it would have worried me but as it was an eight-year-old boy and I assumed that the camera was a toy I didn't do anything to stop him. I asked Elle where she had gotten the clothes from, John stepped in, "There is the Multi-coloured swap shop on the first floor landing, it's not charity it's simple recycling"

I mentioned the fact that everything we owned had been stolen or destroyed the previous week and that we had nothing to swap, only one change of clothes each so we had to continually wash and dry everything every day. John called Sue over and mentioned that I needed something special and asked her what she could do for me, Sue smiled, "I've got some Muslin samples, I could run something up for free, just an hour's babysitting time!"

She took my hand and led me up the stairs, things were moving much too fast, I wasn't use to people doing stuff for each other, I pointed out that it was almost eleven o'clock and that we could do this another time, "Nonsense, it's Friday night, your kids haven't got school tomorrow and I'm guessing you haven't got work so why not do it now?" Sue measured me and used a pattern to cut out the neck, shoulders and down to the middle of the back, "Do you like to show off?" Sue asked me, I looked puzzled until she placed her hand under the muslin, I could see her hand almost as if the material wasn't there, I shook my head, she doubled the material up and put her hand under again, I could still make out her hand but it was far more obscured, "A white bra under and it will be fine!"

I nodded my head and Sue cut out the front. I had never seen anyone cut and sew as fast as Sue did, the top of the dress was fully fitted to an inch below the breast and then the lower part was just yards of muslin gathered into loose pleats and sewed into the fitted top. It had taken just under an hour from walking up the stairs to popping into Sue's bathroom to try the dress on. Sue pointed out that I really needed to take my bra off as the black of my bra was almost shining out from under the dress, I popped back into the bathroom again and removed my bra, I wasn't use to walking about bra-less and the rough surface of the unwashed muslin rubbing across my nipples caused them to grow out of all proportions, even on the few occasions that I'd had sex they didn't grow that big. Sue smiled as I walked into her workroom, she pressed one of my nipples and said, "Should I alter the top to give you room for these?"

I realised that Sue was feeling me up a little more that was totally necessary to check the fitting of the top of my dress, she didn't come across as a lesbian but I was on my guard in case she went too far, she only had to make one alteration so I took off the dress and handed it through the bathroom door for her to alter then put it back on. "You should go and ask Paul what he thinks!" Sue said, I looked puzzled again, "There are twenty-five men down there, twenty four will lie to you about how you look to get you into bed, only Paul will be totally truthful!" Sue was smiling as she said it but I got the feeling that she wasn't joking, "What about your son? He's only eight, surly he would tell me the truth!" Sue almost laughed out loud, "Tom will be just like the rest of them, all men from the age that they can walk would try to get you into bed if they could!"

I put my old clothes into a carrier bag and Sue gave me Elle's clothes that she had arrived in and they were popped into the bag on top of mine, I walked down stairs to the meeting room, it was almost midnight, there were ten men in the meeting room, three adults and seven children, all eyes were on me, I felt my face blush and my nipples sprang out again, I made eye contact with John, he had a wide grin on his face and he was nodding approvingly as I walked down the stairs. I looked around for Paul and Elle; they were both sleeping on one of the play mats together, John said, "They both tried to stay awake but failed!" I woke Paul up, I noticed that he had Elle's lipstick on his face and lips as if they had been making out, he told me in a sleepy voice that I looked very pretty, I wiped my thumb over Elle's lipstick on his face, it was very cheap and easily transferred onto my thumb. John offered us a lift back to the B&B hotel that we were staying in and I gratefully accepted.

We had been in the one room of that hotel for a week now, there were two single beds, Elle and I usually shared one bed and Paul had the other to himself, Elle and I had a lot of difficulty sleeping together in such a small bed but had to put up with it. There was nowhere to go to get ready for bed and for the past week no one had any problems with undressing in front of each other, because of our lack of clothing and the need to wash things over night and dry them by morning we all slept in just old t-shirts with no underwear, Paul stripped off first but it took him a little longer than usual to pull his t-shirt on, I noticed the reason for his slowness was that he was watching his sister undress closely, I also noticed that for the first time since Paul was about one year old I could see that he had an erection as he watched his sister, he didn't even look at me as I undressed but carried on looking at Elle even though she now had her t-shirt on and he couldn't see her body any more.

I took all the clothes to the bathroom and washed them through, it only took me fifteen minutes but by the time I got back to the room Elle and Paul were both in Paul's bed sleeping, I placed the clothes on the frame over the radiator so that they would be dry by the morning. I got into my bed and had the best night's sleep all week. I woke up at seven o'clock in the morning, I could have slept longer but there were sounds coming from Paul's bed that woke me, Elle was breathing heavily, I opened my eyes and looked over, Elle was lying on her back, she was covered by just the top sheet, I could make out from the shape in the sheet that her legs were wide open and that Paul's arm was over her hip, I could see the sheet rise and fall over Elle's crotch area and realised that Paul was masturbating his sister and she was going off into orbit with probably her first ever real orgasm, Paul was encouraging Elle to be a little quieter but it's impossible to control yourself when you climax.

I didn't know what to do, I should have jumped in and stopped them but Elle and Paul had so little fun in their life that I couldn't bring myself to stop them. After Paul had finished massaging between Elle's legs I decided to move so that they both knew that I was awake, I asked them if they were ready for breakfast, I realised that Paul no longer had his t-shirt on, his and Elle's shirts were both on the floor together, I asked why they had taken their shirts off and both said that they were too hot in the night, Elle threw the sheet off of the bed to reveal two very naked children, I noticed that Paul had a little of the lipstick that Elle had plastered over her lips the night before, this time it wasn't on his lips or cheek but formed a ring around his soft cock, he realised where I was looking and as he looked down too, his cock grew to a full erection again, and this time it looked much bigger than it did the night before.

I decided to ignore the area covered in lipstick and started to make breakfast, cold sandwiches or serial as there were no cooking facilities in the room, Elle made both beds and she and Paul sat on Paul's bed playing cards, I was totally shocked, for the past week, living in such confined space both Elle and Paul had been very fractious with each other, they didn't usually play with each other much before the move into B&B hell, this time though they were both still naked and Paul was still very much erect, I stopped making breakfast and peered over Paul's shoulder, each time Elle won a hand she would pick up the cards and brush her hand across Paul's cock.

It took me putting my foot down and shouting at Paul and Elle to get them to put some clothes on, I went to take my shower, I realised that I had forgotten my face cloth so returned to the bedroom, Elle and Paul were too busy in a loving embrace to hear me return to the room, they were kissing very passionately and Paul had his hand in Elle's knickers finger-fucking her, she was just arriving at a climax as I cleared my throat, neither of them seemed to be phased by the fact that I had entered the room, to them it was just an everyday occurrence for someone to see them petting in that way, I had a serious talk to both of them, I realised that I hadn't done anything to educate them in religious matters, so neither of them knew the laws of Deuteronomy, about who a person shouldn't "look upon their nakedness"

When I was their age my parents explained all that to me, and the fact that "look upon their nakedness" was the bibles coy way of saying you can't have sex with them, I also didn't realise just how bad the estate we had just left was, both of my children had often come across prostitutes using the stairwells of out block of flats for 'customer relations' including full sex standing against the wall, I had often seen a pile of condoms and tissues under the stairs but had assumed that they had been delivered by overnight activities, it never occurred to me that it might also be happening during the afternoon when Paul and Elle came home from school.

I decided to take a walk around town with the kids, get them use to the area, we didn't have any money to spend so it really would be a walk and window shopping trip, as I opened the door John from the SDSPC was raising his hand to knock on our door, "Oh, you off out? I phoned the owner of the building earlier and he told me I could let you see flat five which has been empty for a week, he hasn't had chance to clean it out yet but it's up to you if you want to see it!" "I'll take it without looking!" I said, I opened the door wider to let John see the state we were all living in, "If that flat were a pig sty it would be better than this place!"

We looked around the flat, the main bedroom had a wardrobe and double bed that the previous occupier had left behind, the bed looked like it was only two or three years old but it also looked like it had seen an awful lot of sex, small stains, not the kind you get from someone peeing the bed but hundreds of little ones, the kind left behind after sex, all across the middle, just where you would expect the woman's bum to be positioned while she was being fucked, "Was the previous occupier married?" I asked. John shook his head and smiled, "She was very popular with the male members of the club, she actually married a man from another SDSPC group in the area and now they live together in a small cottage in the country with her four kids and his three!" "Seven kids, how the hell do they cope?" "Hopefully very well or the one they are having together might cause a few problems!"

The second bedroom also had a double bed in it, that one was in much better condition, only a few stains, the third was totally empty, the living room was totally empty too. The flat was huge, very well decorated, warm and dry, "It's perfect, who do I have to kill to get it?" "I'm glad you realise how valuable a flat like this is, the owner could rent this out on the open market for a small fortune but he's willing to rent it out to DHSS tenants at a loss!"

John asked me if I wanted any lunch, I nodded, the excitement of looking around such a wonderful flat, John had used his mobile phone to tell the owner that I wanted the apartment, John would pick up all the paperwork for me the next day so that I could sign them and go to the DHSS and get them to pay for it. John asked me if I wanted to go with him to see the local shops and choose some things that I or my kids would prefer. John picked up a whole load of meats and salad, Chicken, Beef Burgers, Sausages and Tuna steaks, I felt guilty letting John pay for everything but I was sure that he understood my situation.

After lunch John phoned around a few people, an old dilapidated sofa turned up out of the blue, I recognised the guy from the previous evening, he carried the sofa in, followed by his son and daughter carrying an old radio-gram, older than me, probably older than my parents, I asked what I owed for the sofa and radio-gram, "One coffee and two fruit juices for the kids will be plenty!"

As I was making the coffee, kettle, coffee, milk and sugar, all provided by John, as were the cups, more people turned up, one woman with second hand but clean sheets, one double bottom and top sheet and two singles. Someone else brought curtains and another bucket and cleaning equipment.

I was about to make the bed when Sue saw the state of the mattress, "God, that bed was only six months old!" Sue brushed her hand across the bed's surface, "She must have fucked about two hundred times in six months, you can't sleep on that!" "I could turn it over!"

Sue and I turned the mattress, the other side was even worse, it did cross my mind that the woman who owned the bed before I got here must have been fucking all day long, every day, another thought sparked up, one man would have had difficulty in generating that many orgasms in just six months, the woman must have been fucking lots of different men on the same day.

I'm not a prude, it had been a long time since I last had sex, what I first thought was disgust I quickly realised was actually envy mixed with a little sexual frustration, seeing Paul and Elle playing together earlier, even though I had tried to put it right out of my mind, had turned me on a little and now I was getting myself a little worked up.

The string of people bringing things that they no longer needed, things that I was desperate for, turned into a party. Glasses, wine and beer turned up, Elle and Paul went off with other children, I was a little worried but was assured that they were unable to go far, we were after all a very closed community.

I wanted to make up my bed to hide the disgusting mess but was being persuaded to wait a little longer, at five o'clock the door bell rang, I opened it and a guy was standing there with a brand new mattress, he also had a protector, "The owner said that he's not changing the mattress here again so use the protector!"

New mattress fitted on the bed and old mattress taken away, I made my bed and was looking forward to using it for the first time in just a few hours time, as there was only one single bed I would have to put up with sharing the bed with Elle.

The party was in full swing and at seven o'clock John made a move on me, he had found some old records in his flat and as he didn't have a turntable of his own he donated them to me, as they played and we danced the lights were turned down and the newly fitted curtains were closed, John did a clumsy lip-lock on me, I didn't reject him but I didn't respond fully either, "I'm sorry, I don't want you to think I expect anything for the little help and things I've given you!"

I was shocked, it hadn't crossed my mind that John was just like every other man I had ever known, good turns needed payment, I excused myself, I actually went to check my diary, I needed to see what part of my cycle I was in, to see if I had to insist on a condom or not, u made up my mind that he didn't have to use one, I was as safe as I could be.

I returned to the room, there were four men and three women, all were dancing apart from John, he was still waiting for me to return with a worried look on his face. I made myself a long, strong, drink and turned the lights a little lower and as I danced I drank, trying to load enough alcohol into my system to tell John that it was OK to fuck me later.

At nine o'clock I started fretting about Elle and Paul still being out playing, John used his phone again to track down the kids, u was told that it wasn't that late but I insisted that they come home for bed as they had both been up very late the night before, both came running in within minutes, Elle was again covered in makeup, her hair had been pinned up into a very adult style and she was dressed in all new clothes again, Paul had a nice shirt and his long, usually straggly hair had been cut and styled, then glued in place with a ton of hair wax. I had to admit that the new look made Paul look very handsome and very adult.

I told Elle that she would have to sleep with me in my new double bed and I got three people saying "Owe but mum!" In unison, even John was pleading with me to let Elle sleep with Paul just this once, I realised that John had an eye on his plan for sex and a double bed would be quite an important tool in that plan so I relented and allowed Elle and Paul to sleep in the single bed.

I gave them a few minutes to get in bed then I went in to kiss them goodnight, they were both naked, Elle hadn't washed off her makeup as I had asked her too but I was too pissed to care, the sheets would wash easily, the advantage of the community we were now living in was that it had a laundry in the lower basement with totally free washing machines and tumble dryers for me to use, instead of a sink in a B&B bathroom.

I turned the music down slightly in the living room to give the kids a better chance of sleeping, although I had noticed that the sound insulation in between the rooms was very good quality, so good that while I was kissing the kids goodnight I could hardly hear anything of the music at all.

John was all over me as soon as I got back in the living room we kissed a lot as we danced, then John pulled me onto the sofa, as he kissed me and started to touch me up the lights were turned out totally and the room descended into total darkness, I was plied with more drink, even though I was well on the way to being totally drunk.

By ten o'clock John had removed my top, I wasn't sure exactly who was still in the living room with us, when the lights were turned out there were eight people dancing, there had been lots of comings and goings, so I just didn't know who was left, my bra slipped off, John was an expert at seduction and lovemaking and he had me turned on to the point where I would have let him fuck me, bare back, even if I was at my most fertile point in my cycle, and, on the main street of Exeter on a Saturday afternoon in front of thousands of people.

I'm not sure how but we ended up in bed, in bed and not alone, there had been another couple fucking when we went into the room, I had wanted to go back into the living room but John had smooth talked me into the bed with the other couple, John and I fucked alongside the other couple, after John filled me he started to kiss the other woman while she was being fucked, then I found myself being kissed by the other man, then there was the big swap and I was being fucked by a total stranger, so much of a stranger that I couldn't remember seeing him earlier at all when the lights were on.

I managed to sleep for a while, probably an hour or so, then I was woken up by another man fucking me, John came back at six o'clock in the morning and woke me for second helpings of sex. There was still the other man in the bed, the one who had woken me in the middle of the night, he woke up and watched for a while as John fucked me very athletically before joining in and starting to work on my breasts and that was the situation when Elle and Paul walked in on us, still totally naked, I tried to stop John and the stranger fucking and playing with my body but they wouldn't, Elle and Paul just sat patiently waiting for the guys to finish fucking me, they were holding hands and kissed several times as they watched us.

Eventually I got rid of my visitors, there seemed little point in dressing sp the three of us ate a cooked breakfast, I have no idea where the frying pan, sauce pan and crockery came from, people were coming and going all night the day before, bringing all sorts of things for us to use in our new flat.

I left the kids cleaning the living room while I stripped the beds, my bottom sheet showed graphically the story of the previous evening, small stains, at least the product of four men and me and another woman, twenty in all, fortunately the mattress protector had stopped the twenty stains from going all the way through, it was easy to see how there had been so many stains on the old mattress.

Paul's sheets told a more worrying story, I had expected Elle's makeup to have stained the sheets and pillow cases but I hadn't expected to see blood in the middle of the bed. I called Elle in and asked her if she had started her period, she blushed and shook her head, I looked again, the bottom sheet had five stains on it, two with no blood and three with greater or lesser amounts of blood staining. Elle had obviously been broken in and fucked at least five times, three in rapid succession, which meant that it couldn't possibly have all been down to Paul.

I did a little serious questioning and eventually Elle admitted that Paul had been her first, John and another man had been in the room with them while Paul did her, they were telling Paul what to do and how to make her feel nice as he was doing it, one man had taken photographs, then John took a turn and eventually the man with the camera had a turn too.

Elle stroked her fingers across the two non-blood covered stains, "They were both this morning, just before we came in to see you and again while you were cleaning in your bedroom!"

I had to sit both children down and explain the facts of life, the fact that Paul or the other men could have made her pregnant, there was no such thing as too young to get pregnant, there was no truth in the rumour that a girl couldn't get pregnant until after she had her first period, and I had to explain that there could be genetic problems if Elle was made pregnant by Paul.

Elle admitted that she actually wanted to get pregnant as soon as possible, she pointed out that I had Paul while I was still only fourteen and if she couldn't have Paul's baby she would love to have John's.

One thing that I was sure about, however old Elle was when she became pregnant, I would be the kind of mother that would be keen to share her experience, to help her every step of the way so that she wouldn't have to struggle alone as I had done.

Oh and the stranger, the man who woke me in the middle of the night to fuck me, he was the same man who had filmed Elle being deflowered by her brother, he was also the owner of the building, so he wasn't quite so philanthropic, just another man who expected payment for any good deed.