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Anna Siciliana

Soon I heard slurping noises

Teaching two teenage brats a lesson in sex with their mother

This was inspired by two fellow authors. Contains: Lesbian, threesome, anal, oral, hairy, indian, strapon, femdom, ball torture, bisexual, incest

For Sanju and Jessica.

I live in an apartement on the fourth floor of a block of apartement buildings. My neighbours are nice and quiet and I mostly keep to myself anyway, though I like to watch them on occasion, from what little I can see peeking across the yard into other people's windows. And there, right across the yard, a floor below me, lived a family that caught my attention.

They look slightly foreign, probably indian, a mother and her two kids, a boy and a girl. If there's a father, I never see him around. The kids are older teens, though their age is hard to tell from a distance. The mother looks like she's about my age, maybe a little older, so perhaps around 40 or so.

What was remarkable was the horribly abusive behaviour of those kids. During the summer, all I could see was the girl, sunbathing on the balcony and ordering her mother around, having her get drinks and magazines and whatever else the little brat got into her head. And sometimes I could hear the boy yell from inside the house. Meanwhile, the poor woman acted incredibly scared and stressed. I felt really sorry for her.

So one day, when I was home early from work and the girl was out on the balcony again, I had enough. Still donning my social-worker-cap, and with a few special items in my handbag, I went over to their building and looked through the row of doorbells. Third floor, probably on the left, I thought. The name was Nadeem, which sounded sufficiently indian to me, so I rang.

"Yes?" a female voice answered the intercom.

"Hi, I'm from social services," I introduced myself. "Can I come in for a moment?"

Instead of an answer, she buzzed the door and I went up the three flights of stairs. These older buildings usually don't have elevators in them, so by the time I arrived at her door, a round, pretty female face watched me through a gap while I was catching my breath.

I introduced myself again and said: "I'm sorry, signorina, but there have been some reports from neighbours about loud yelling from your apartement. Is everything alright there?"

She looked at me surprised and a little shocked. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, almost inaudibly.

I nodded. "It's alright," I said, trying to calm her, "can I come in for a moment? I hate to discuss this out here in the hallway."

She hesitated, but then slowly pulled the door open wider to let me in. I thanked her and walked into a neat, very clean and nicely decorated apartement. The woman closed the door behind me and motioned me friendly into the living room, where a door led out to the balcony.

She was small and stocky, certainly a head shorter than me, so probably around 160 cm at the most, with a full figure, a round, friendly face and a warm smile. Her teeth were not too even, but shone clean and white from her tanned face, and her braided black hair hung long down her back.

She wore that typical indian dress, the Sari, in a bright red with yellow embroidery and a teal coloured Choli underneath that stretched wide to contain what seemed to be a nice, full, busty set of breasts, showing equally tanned skin through her sides and what little it revealed of her figure was nice and soft and curvy. "Okay, Miss Nadeem?" I said, waiting for her to nod to confirm her name. "You live here with your kids?"

She nodded again. "Two kids," she said.

"Is there a Mr. Nadeem?" I asked.

She looked down and shook her head. "He is... I live alone, he doesn't come here."

I sighed. "Okay, and your children are...?" I started.

She smiled again. "Sanju. He's 17. And my daughter Jessica, she's 16," she said. "They're both still in school."

I nodded. "So, can you tell me what your neighbours might have heard then?" I asked. She looked around and lowered her voice. "Please," she said. "My son, he's... sometimes he gets loud and upset. I promise I'll keep him quiet, just... don't worry, please?" She looked at me almost pleading.

Suddenly, the girl started yelling from the balcony. "Mom!" she said loud. "Come here and rub my back!"

Mrs. Nadeem shrieked and looked panicked. "Not now, Jessica," she answered in a scared tone. "We've got a visitor!"

Jessica moaned upset, but didn't reply. I gently grabbed the mother's arm and pulled her slightly aside, away from the balcony door. "Mrs. Nadeem," I said, looking sternly and concerned into her eyes. "I can't help but notice that you seem kinda jumpy, and if I had to guess, I'd say your kids are scaring you."

She didn't answer right away but looked down again. Finally, she said: "Please, they're good kids. They just... they're spoiled, that's all. Maybe I'm spoiling them."

I smiled and nodded. "I see," I said. "You know, I'm here to help everyone, and so would like to have a word with your kids as well, if I can. I think it's for your own best, too." Looking deep into her eyes, she seemed fragile, almost desperate, and maybe now a little relieved that someone else was there and she wouldn't need to deal with her kids alone.

She smiled and nodded, stepping aside. "My son is not here at the moment," she said. "But my daughter is outside." She pointed at the balcony.

I grabbed my bag and stepped out into the sunlit area. A girl lay on a recliner, with her eyes closed. She was slightly taller than her mother, and a little more chubby, with the same tan skin and black hair, except hers was cut into a short bob. "Finally," she said without opening her eyes. "Now grab the sunscreen and rub it on me. I don't want to get a sunburn. And while you're at it, you can rub between my legs again, too. I need a little relief."

I quietly walked beside her and instead of the bottle of sunscreen I grabbed her cold juice off the table next to her. Hearing me pick something up, she pulled down her bikini bra under her small, saggy breasts, still thinking I was her mother getting ready to cream her.

"So who was that stupid visitor anywaaaaaahh..." she began, suddenly shrieking as I poured the ice cold drink all over her tits. She sat up, startled, staring at me speechless with wide open eyes. "So," I said, grinning as I leaned against the balustrade, "you must be Jessica."

She still just stared at me, slightly angry now, but without answering. "So why do you need your mother to rub between your legs, Jessica?" I asked in a conversational tone. "Can't you do it yourself?"

She shrugged. "She's good at it," she said.

"Hm," I replied. "And what does she get out of it?"

She folded her arms in front of her soaked chest. "Nothing," she replied. "Except I won't tell anyone about her and Sanju."

"Aha," I said. "And what about her and Sanju."

She looked at me angry, but for a moment, the anger at her mom was stronger and she tried to get back at her for letting me treat her like that, so she said: "Sanju fucks her," she said quietly, "in the pussy."

For a moment I wondered if it would make a difference if Sanju fucked her in the ass, but then I just smiled and stepped up to Jessica. "Okay," I said calmly, "here's what we're going to do. You and me, we'll go inside and you'll apologize to your mother. And you'll mean it. And then you'll offer to make up for how you've been treating her and promise to be a good girl from now on. Because if I ever hear a complain about you, I'll come here again, and I won't be friendly."

She just looked at me stubborn and shook her head. "No way," she said. "That bitch better be nice to me, or I tell about Sanju to everyone."

I took a deep breath. I have no patience with kids, and spoiled brats are my nemesis, so I just slapped her, sudden and violently, hard across her face, and grabbed her by her hair as I dragged her into the living room. She shrieked and thrashed, but I would not let her go until I threw her to the floor in front of her mother. "Now apologize," I said again, harsher.

Jessica looked up at her mother. "You fucked Sanju," she said stubbornly. "You fucked Sanju and it's just fair that you fuck me, too."

Mrs. Nadeem looked at me embarrassed but I just pulled down Jessica's bikini bottoms and slapped hard across her butt, watching it jiggle from the impact. She squealed and looked up at her mother, still unapologetic. "Well, Mrs. Nadeem," I said to her, "since your kids take sexual advantage of you, I think it's only fair to make them repay in kind.

Grabbing Jessica by her hair I led her to her mother's crotch, still covered by the layers of Sari. "What is it?" I said. "Let's see how good you are at pleasing a woman yourself."

Jessica kept looking up at her mother, but Mrs. Nadeem seemed to enjoy this turn of events, so she just leaned back on the sofa and watched her expectantly. I dug around in my bag and finally pulled out the pink, floppy dildo from my strapon, detached from its base. I struck the girl's butt once more with the rubber shaft, leaving a dark red streak.

Finally, she began to move, her small chubby fingers slowly parting the skirt on her mother's legs, pushing up the fabric until more and more of her tan thighs became visible. Her fingers ran up towards her crotch, caressing her slowly as her head inched further between her legs.

As her mother held up the Sari, her pussy began to show. Thick, black pubic hair grew wild all over her crotch, only her wet, brown labia shimmered slightly out of the thick bush. When Jessica hesitated, I pushed her head hard down onto her mother's muff, rubbing her face against her crotch. "Go on," I said, "start sucking, you little bitch."

Soon I heard slurping noises as the girl tried to the wet long pussy through the pubic hair. I walked up to her mother and began caressing her wide, big breasts, running the rubber cock across them and up to her mouth, letting her suck on it while I began opening the Choli and pulling it off, baring her large tits.

I weighed them in my hands, heavy, warm and soft, pinching her nipples between my fingers as I began to suck on them, hearing her moan, choked by the dildo. I looked up to watch her squirm as I noticed her dark bushy armpits. My hands continued to rub her fat tits while my tongue slowly wandered up her side, gently licking under her arm, tasting her salty, sweaty hair and smelling her strong fragrance. It was intoxicating.

I took the dildo from her mouth as her daughter began to get into the mood and discovered her clit, licking and sucking it diligently while her mother squirmed and groaned, lost in the moment. I strapped the strapon around my waist, still wearing my work clothes underneath, and fastened the dildo onto the plate at my crotch as I stepped behind Jessica, running the wet, slick head of the floppy cock between her legs.

"Oh god," she said, pausing. "Please, I'm a virgin!"

I slapped her butt once more as I got into position. "Don't worry, girl," I said. "You'll stay a virgin as far as I'm concerned." And without any further warning I forced the thick, pink rubber dildo into her tight brown asshole.

She yelled, then grunted as it drilled deeper inside while I moved my hips slightly, fucking her nice and easy with the strapon. I could see her sphincter adjusting to the girth and her stance getting more relaxed as I grabbed her and pushed harder inside. Having never been fucked, her ass must feel full and wide, and the unfamiliar feeling was both confusing and exciting for her.

Mrs. Nadeem was still lost in ecstasy as I thrust the dildo all the way up her daughter's ass, fucking her in earnest while she resumed sucking her mother's hairy muff, now hungry and eager for sex. Soon, I saw her insert two chubby fingers into her mother's tight anus as well, giving her similar feelings as the dildo up her own ass. Then the door opened.

A young man stood suddenly in the room, staring at the scene in disbelief. His expression changed from puzzlement to anger just as I pulled the dildo out of Jessica's ass, leaving her anus gaping. I caught him just as he stormed towards the women, his hands clenched into fists.

"Ah, you must be the prodigal son," I said, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. Before he noticed I clipped a handcuff around his wrist that I had pulled out of my handbag. Taking advantage of his confusion, I spun him around and grabbed his other arm behind his back, cuffing it as well.

"Now, Sanju, is it?" I said, looking at him. He just stared back at me, not saying a word. "I've heard so much about you already," I continued. "Well, mainly about how you rape your own mother, but that tells a little about you, don't you think?" He still wouldn't answer. I finally shrugged and said: "You know, I'm here to teach you a lesson as well, so why don't we start?"

And with that, I grabbed his head and placed a kiss straight on his mouth. And just as he began to relax and think he might be in for a pleasant surprise, I brought up my knee and struck him hard and merciless into his crotch.

He fell to the floor immediately, cringing with pain. While he lay there defenseless, I began to pull down his pants rough until his butt was exposed. Then I grabbed Jessica and pulled her away from her mother, taking off the strapon and helping her put it on. The cock was still slick from Mrs. Nadeem's saliva, mixed with her daughter's ass.

I placed the girl behind Sanju, spreading his buttocks with both of my hands as I held it open towards her. "Go on," I said, "let him feel it!"

Slowly, Jessica inserted the thick, pink dildo into his anus. I helped her push and made sure I wasn't gentle about it, wanting to make him feel just how it is to be taken advantage of. His sister seemed to have similar intentions and soon she began fucking his tight asshole enthusiastically while he squirmed defenseless on the floor.

I went over to Mrs. Nadeem, who watched the scene with mixed feelings. "Don't worry," I said to her. "He's learning his lesson. I bet from now on he'll never try to abuse you again. And who knows, maybe he'll even grow to enjoy being a sissy like that."

She nodded. "Thank you," she said. "How can I thank you for this?"

I shrugged. "You could help me get off," I said, already opening my pants and stripping them down. Watching the two girls fuck got me hot and horny already, and I just needed a little bit to push me over the edge. I turned around in front of her and bent over, holding onto the table as I pushed my butt out against her.

She immediately seeemed to know what to do. Her tongue slid deep between my legs, lapping at my dripping labia and wandering boldly upwards between my buttocks, licking my anus eagerly. I felt her fingers probe my tight sphincter, stretching it as she spit saliva on it to make it nice and slippery.

Her tits dangled heavy against my butt as she worked my asshole, and when I turned around to see what she was doing, I caught a glimpse of a smooth, clear bottle, just before I felt its neck drill into my ass. She began to fuck me, the long neck pushing up inside my all the way. Once I had adjusted to it, she began to take it further, relentlessly pushing the bottle harder up into me until the big, thick body stretched my ass to its limits as it entered me deep.

I screamed and yelled as she fucked my ass raw with the bottle, gushing pussy cum against her tits as I came, my legs giving in underneath me. I paused a moment and let the feeling subside, slowly pushing the bottle back out of my anus. When I got up, I kissed her gently, and put on my pants again, discretely heading for the door, leaving the strapon with the daughter and her brother.

I never witnessed any disrespect from them again.