Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. MY STORY OF LOVELY TRAIN ABUSE A lot of mothers have strange sexual fantasies involving their kids. It's really not that that unusual. All sorts of thoughts pass through your mind when you're home alone. Rarely do they act upon them but sometimes fate takes a hand and I'd like to tell you when something just like that happen to me. Jenny, my nine year old daughter and I were off to the Science Museum. It was a school holiday, just one of those teacher only days that happen every now and again. First, we needed to catch a train into London and then get the tube onwards to Kensington. I'd packed a lunch, which Jenny had already half eaten, even though usually I couldn't get her to finish off her breakfast and we waited together holding hands on a rather crowded Friday morning station platform. The weather was lovely, the sunshine making me wish I`d picked up sunglasses but pleased we had taken the chance and both dressed lightly in summer clothes. Warm breezes lifted off the hot rails and tickled the hairs of my leg under my thin dress, still feeling fresh and clean from the morning shower it felt rather nice and I gave Jenny a big smile and squeezed her hand as our train arrived. We found a carriage that didn't seem too crowded and clambered on board. We must have caught the last of the `rush hour' as all seats were taken with a few passengers having to stand holding onto handrails and hanging straps. I grabbed a rail and got myself comfortably into a corner ready for the journey. Jenny slipped my hand and placed herself opposite me on the other side of the carriage. Feeling annoyed I wanted to grab her back before the train started but it moved off with a sharp lurch and left us separated. I thought "What the harm. Let her play whilst she's happy and pretend that she's all grown up and independent, after all I'm just a few steps away" Standing beside me was a business suited man trying to read his paper one handed and grunting in frustration as he tried to turn the pages. Jenny was opposite, quietly staring out of the window. On the other side of the carriage was large man in a heavy coat in whispered conversation with a young teenage lad. The boy appeared to be shaking his head to some suggestion he was making. I couldn't help but look. The heavy coat on such a warm day was really out of place and when he turned towards the boy the coat flapped open to reveal a dirty pair of grey joggers and judging by the large bulge of his cock sagging down the thin fabric, not much else beneath. I blushed but couldn't help looking back again. Whatever the argument had been it seemed to be over for the man smiled and gave the boy a dig in the ribs with his elbow and he shyly grinned back. I then realised then they were both keeping a close eye of Jenny and knew straight away they were planning something to do with her. The train pulled into the next station and they made their move. As several more people pushed into the carriage they quickly shuffled across from where they had been standing and took up position behind Jenny. I gasped with fright and started to make my way over when a woman pushed in a buggy right against my legs and blocked me. I let it stop me as I felt my heart begin to beat, my tummy doing a strange twisting in fear and apprehension. Taking a deep breath I leaned back in my corner and felt a sudden wetness between my thighs. Despite the fear of the situation and need to protect my little girl something about the situation was turning me on. I gulped and tried to ease my breathing but it was no use. I swung my shoulder bag round in front of me and using it as cover touched myself firmly but softly. I knew what they were going to do. Grabbing a feel in a crowded train was common enough. Once it had even happen to me. But, they had targeted Jenny and I was finding it thrilling. The fear and anxiety seemed to be heightening my excitement instead of making me want to pull her into my arms and protect her as a good mummy should. Blocking my view was the boy and I guessed that was what his role in the assault was to be, to hide what they were doing from me. The man towered over Jenny who had her back towards him. He was too big to be covered completely by the boy's slender physique and I saw the coat flip open as he leaned into towards my girl. At the next stop yet more passengers came in and I pushed quickly over before I became hemmed in and stood shoulder to shoulder with the teenager. I saw his face go white and he looked towards the big man for guidance. He said nothing, nor did he make any attempt to pull himself away from Jenny. Just looked calmly at me as if trying to read my thoughts. I realised that as the three of us now stood surrounding Jenny we had completely cut her off from the view of any other passengers in the carriage. We could do anything and nobody could see. It sent a strange thrill through me and pushing my shoulder bag out the way I let my hand slide into my crotch over my dress and pressed in hard. In turn he pulled his coat back to reveal a huge jutting cock straining at the thinness of the grey jogging trousers. The train started and we all grabbed at each other for support. I heard Jenny give a soft "whoosh" of breath as we fell against her, pressing her to the window, I reached over in the cover of our bodies and stroked his cock and felt it quiver in my hand. The boy meanwhile, feeling bold at my obvious intention to join in, manoeuvred himself behind me and putting his arms around my waist lifted up my dress exposing my wet white panties. All this, with strangers innocently crowding around me. It felt dirty and wonderful. Removing my hand from his cock he lifted it, balls and all, out the top of his joggers. Sheens of pre-cum was on the tip as he pulled up Jenny's dress and put his cock down inside her little knickers to nestle obscenely in between her bum cheeks. I smiled at him as be began to rub himself and on impulse I lay my hand on the outside of Jenny's knickers to feel the hardness of his cock slide up and down. I also opened my legs to let the boy get at my cunt, which he pushed at inexpertly with his fingers till I pulled aside my panties to let him get full access. Putting a hand round I squeezed at the boys cock and he leaned in against my shoulder, his breath warm on my cheek. The train threw us back and forth as each of us came in our own way and I watched as a thick stream of white sticky spunk run down my little girl's legs. We pulled into the mainline station, doors opened and it seemed everybody spewed out onto the platform. Dresses were quickly pulled down and cocks put away. It was a wonderful, wonderful experience and I would so much to do something like it again, but I don't know how. But I dream about it and hope. Email: hastings117@hotmail.comMY STORY OF LOVELY TRAIN ABUSE