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Written: 15 May 2019

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Chatterbox Pt1
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/f, m/f, M/f, f/f, Incest, Mum/Son, Bro/Sis, Father/Son, Interracial, Underage, Impregnation

Victoria Clarke's Story:

I walked into the living room, Peter, my twelve year old son, was engrossed on my PC to the extent that he didn't notice my entering the room, he was using a new program...well new to me at least. I'd never heard of Chatterbox before and it seemed different to the run of the mill chat rooms, for a start, it wasn't resident on the web, it was what they call pier to pier, the messages being passed from one computer, directly into the other...or even indirectly through a chain of other computers but never appearing on the World Wide Web.

I wouldn't usually read messages over Peter's shoulder but I spotted Peter's sister Dawn's name in the incoming message.

BB-Stud: "Show Dawn my picture...I love fourteen year old girls...ask her if she wants to meet me!"

Peter Perfect: "You didn't show me your picture yet."

A message box opened 'A file has been added to your Chatterbox shared folder, View/Ignore'.

Peter viewed the file, a very large...very black, man appeared on the screen, his cock was flaccid and it seemed to reach almost down to his knees. I couldn't help myself, I blurted out... "That has to have been Photoshopped!"

Peter looked over his shoulder at me, he checked out my face to see if I looked angry, smiled at me because I had my usual, neutral expression and typed a message.

Peter Perfect: "My mum thinks you tinkered with your picture in Photoshop!"

BB-Stud: Is your mum there?"

Peter Perfect: "She just walked in as you sent your picture through."

BB-Stud closed his connection without saying anything more.

I stopped myself saying, 'Well that was very rude of him!' Mainly because...well, by sending a naked photo of himself to a twelve year old boy, BB-STUD had proven that he was very rude indeed!

"I've never seen Chatterbox before Peter, where did you find it?"

"My friend Justin at school told me about it, I think Justin told Benjamin about Dawn's hobby..."

Peter suddenly clammed up, he realised that he'd just let a very big cat out of a very private bag.

"And which of Dawn's many hobbies would make this Benjamin guy want to send you a naked picture of himself to show her?"

Peter didn't want to drop himself or Dawn into water that was any deeper than he already had... "All I can say mum is check her mobile phone!"

"Dawn doesn't have a mobile phone!"

Peter blushed "Her boyfriend gave her one for her birthday!"

I have to admit that my dirty mind added, 'And after he finished giving her one, he gave her a mobile phone in payment!' And now it was my turn to blush!

The Cooper Story:

I walked in on my husband, he was lying on the bed naked, his left hand was idly stroking his semi-hard cock as he typed a message into a computer chat room that was called Chatterbox.

He saw me come into the room, even welcomed me home...I expected him to stop chatting, stop rubbing his cock or both but he didn't do either. "What are you doing?"

"I'm chatting to Simon Bates from Wellingborough Old Expendables Football Club!"

I wanted to say...'And chatting to Simon has turned you on so much that you're wanking yourself off!' But as usual I didn't.

"Wasn't that the team that gave you boys a good thrashing two weeks ago?"

"Yes, and at the piss-up after, Simon told me about a place in Spain that's still dirt cheap because the tourists haven't found it yet!"

I sat next to John on the bed, "Look, these are pictures taken from his villa!"

I looked at the screen, just as the picture changed, the beach was there but there was also a young girl in the shot, very young and totally naked, I caught movement in my peripheral vision, John's cock jumped into life, the picture had given him an erection.

"That's Simon's granddaughter"

I looked from the screen to John's cock. He was gripping it tighter now, rubbing slightly faster.

"I don't think that Simon should send you pictures of his granddaughter... not without her permission!"

John laughed, "Simon wouldn't know how to send a picture out through Chatterbox, he's only just worked out how the keyboard works...Rebecca, his granddaughter, is the one picking out what pictures to send me."

The next picture was of Rebecca and a boy having a tickle fight on the same beach, both naked!

John sent, JC Resurrected: "Who's the boy? Your brother!"

Crusher Bates: "My boyfriend!"

It looked strange, a message coming from "Crusher Bates:' Telling John that the boy she was tickle fighting was his boyfriend!

I said, "She looks bloody young to have a boyfriend!"

John typed a new message, JC Resurrected: "How old are you and your boyfriend Rebecca?"

Crusher Bates: "I'm fourteen and Paulo is nineteen...why?"

JC Resurrected: "My wife thought you looked a little bit young in that photo!"

Another picture arrived from Rebecca, this time she was sitting on Paulo's knee, but the time stamp on this picture was six months earlier.

JC Resurrected: "Wow, looks like you've been going out with Paulo for a long time...were you thirteen when that picture was taken"

A massive smiley face burst on John's screen like a soap bubble and then Rebecca sent, Crusher Bates: "That isn't Paulo... that's Paulo's father, at my fourteenth birthday party. I started out dating Juan for a few months but when Paulo came home from university, I liked sex with him more...I still see Juan from time to time; it's fun to play father and son off against each other.

JC Resurrected: "Doesn't your dad have a problem with you dating a father and a son so much older than you?"

Crusher Bates: "No, he's just pissed because he's English; he can't screw a local girl until she's sixteen!"

John pulled me flat on my back on the bed and screwed me with the picture of Rebecca and Juan on his screen. That fuck was one of the best fucks we'd had in months and I had to put it down to the chat he'd just had with the fourteen year old girl and all the naked pictures she'd sent of herself to him!

I felt so guilty about enjoying that shag that I called an old school friend who was a detective in Northampton's vice unit. I bought him a pint and asked him if he would be interested in a nineteen year old and his father having sex with a fourteen year old girl.

"Definitely! Who are the men?"

"Two Spaniards, I only know their first names."

"And the girl?"

"Rebecca Bates."

"Does she live in Wellingborough?"

"She does but the sex took place in Spain!"

"Well, in that case, no! The men can have consensual sex with any girl who's fourteen or over if they do it in Spain."

"What about the fact that the girl is English and not Spanish?"

"In theory...she could be guilty of sex tourism but the Crown Prosecution service would never agree to take a case like that to court."

The Shepherd Story:

The first thing I had to sort out after David died was his funeral...it wasn't a big affair, just close friends and family...well, the friends that I knew about that is. We no longer had a local evening newspaper to announce such things any more so only people who were invited or had heard about the funeral through the grapevine attended.

The funeral service was draining but it was the first time since David's accident that I'd stopped crying. I was forty years old and I was going to have to start rebuilding my life. I'd lived so much for Dave that I didn't actually have a life of my own. I'd missed out on the kid's thing, we'd had tests...not for me...I wasn't really maternal but Dave was desperate to have kids. The tests showed that Dave had a very low sperm count and that my body saw his sperm as an invader and so, what little sperm Dave injected during sex was killed off by my antibodies.

David's nephew Tom was at the funeral, one of the few children to attend. I was suddenly reminded of Dave's computer in his den. I managed to stop myself telling Tom that he could have his uncle's old computer, mainly because I wasn't sure exactly what I might find on it. David spent a lot of his time alone in his den, chatting to people and searching things out.

I got home at six o'clock and made a beeline for David's den. I turned his computer on and made a cup of coffee while it started up. I started out by checking what programs Dave had installed on the PC. I only found one program that I didn't recognize, and that was called Chatterbox.

I started the program, assuming that this was the program that Dave spent most of his time using. It took a while for the program to open up and then I realized that the slow opening was because a file was coming in, ahead of the program.

'A file has been added to your chatterbox shared folder...Open / Ignore'

I opened the file but before the file opened a chat window opened, DD-Stud: "Hi Dave, long time no see! Thought you'd like this picture...my latest target, Dawn Clarke, I think she lives close to you."

I pulled the picture in front of the chat window, Dawn Clarke definitely did live close to me...in fact, her father, John Clarke, was the vicar that performed my husband's funeral just an hour earlier. I flipped back to the chat window...

I typed a new message and watched the screen as it took a second for my message to cross the various computers that linked my husband's PC with BB-STUD.

Bad Dog Dave: "I'm afraid I have a little bad news...Dave, my husband, died in a car crash three weeks ago. The father of the girl in the picture you sent actually officiated at his funeral earlier today!"

BB-STUD: "I can't believe it, I only saw Dave about three weeks ago, he was in a hurry to get back to you as soon as possible so you guys could go on holiday together...he was planning on trying to get you to go naked on the beach this year, we all loved the picture from last year, when you let him photograph you topless on the beach and I know everyone was hoping to see you in the nude this week!"

Bad Dog Dave: "Talking of nude pictures... what was the nude picture of Dawn Clarke that you sent to my husband all about?"

BB-STUD: "Your husband collects all of the photographs that our group takes and stores them for us in a shared folder that we can all access at any time of the day or night when we need them. Dave usually writes a little biography of the kids he actually knows...is this a problem for you?"

Bad Dog Dave: "I don't think so, I started sex when I was eleven years old... why should I begrudge Dawn her chance of fun, she's fourteen years old after all...mind you, I only went with boys... not men. Have you had sex with Dawn yet?"

BB-STUD: "Not yet, Dawn's hobby is to undress boys and take photographs of them as they get excited... she's just started looking for older boys and men. I was chatting to her brother Peter about it and I told him that I'd pose for her if she sent me a nude picture of herself first. I got that picture in just five minutes!"

Bad Dog Dave: "How can you access Dave's computer, it has been turned off for three weeks!"

BB-STUD: "Your husband has a 'Sheep-dip' computer that is running all the time that acts as a file server for our group, it's safe because it isn't actually inside your house, it's somewhere close enough to link up with your wi-fi but impossible for anyone snooping around looking for it to find...so, can I ask, who got you when you were eleven?"

I had a little chuckle to myself as I remembered back almost thirty years.

Bad Dog Dave: "I actually saw him earlier today; he was one of the few of Dave's friends that I actually managed to get word to about the funeral. Because of the holidays, I had to leave a message on his answer phone; he flew in from Greece this morning and came straight to the church."

BB-STUD: "You mean Paul Gamble?"

Bad Dog Dave: "Yes, I was at school with Paul and Dave...Paul got to me first but Dave won my heart!"

BB-STUD: "So was Paul eleven years old when he first had sex with you or was he older?"

Bad Dog Dave: "He was eleven as well."

BB-STUD: "So, you think it is okay for boys to have sex when they are eleven years old then?"

Talking about sex with a total stranger had got my engine running... I'd never gone more than three days without sex in the last twenty nine years until now and it had now been three weeks since I last had sex with Dave, the day before his accident. I slipped my knickers off... actually it was the first time I'd worn knickers in years. One of the things boys liked about me when I was younger was that my not wearing knickers gave them easier access, especially for a quick fuck in one of those fleeting moments of privacy that kids could snatch during the school day. I started rubbing myself as I typed my answer.

Bad Dog Dave: "I think that boys could probably start even younger... I mean, they don't need to be big enough to take a cock like a girl would...do they?"

BB-STUD: "So, if Peter Clarke called on you and made a pass... you'd let him?"

Bad Dog Dave: "I'd have to say might! Not definitely."

There was a little more shadow boxing around my possible acceptance of advances from young boys as I brought myself off with my fingers.

Bad Dog Dave: "I think the reason that I don't have a problem with under age sex is probably because I was an only child and I never had children of my own to care for so I don't have any of those protective feelings!"

I should have been suspicious about all the talk from Benjamin about sex with young boys like Peter Clarke, especially when I heard the front door bell ringing. I apologised to Ben, telling him that I'd have to go for a moment as there was someone at my front door.

If I'd been on my 'A' game I wouldn't have been so shocked when I looked out of David's den window and saw Paul Gamble on my front door step with young Peter Clarke. Peter was wearing his school football strip and as it was a week day, I assumed that Paul had talked Peter into dodging school during a sports lesson.

I bit my inner cheek, I was nervous, even though I'd been masturbating, I knew that I needed more...far more. Even though I was nervous and really knew that I should have sent Paul and Peter away with a flea in their ears, I found myself running down the stairs to the front door.

Paul almost pushed past me, apologising for being away when I needed his help, "If I'd been in the country, I could have contacted all of Dave's friends got them all to his funeral, given him a better send off."

Paul gave me a passionate kiss and by the time I opened my eyes, Peter was already in my living room.

Paul turned me so that my back was towards Peter, he stroked his hands down over my back until he reached my bottom, then he pulled his mouth from mine, "I'm glad you took your knickers off, I saw that you were wearing them in church and thought that you might have changed your habits as you got older!"

"You know me very well; church is about the only place I ever wear them!"

Paul kissed me again and I felt him lifting the back of my dress, I would have stopped him if it hadn't been for the chat I'd had with Benjamin just minutes earlier. Paul exposed my bum to my waist and I had a mini-climax as I felt two more hands on my buttocks, I pulled my mouth away from Paul's again and looked over my shoulder, Peter's shorts were already around his ankles and his cock was standing to attention, he moved his hands from my buttocks to hold on to my hips as he closed the gap between his cock and my bum.

I looked back at Paul and whispered, "If I let Peter...you have to promise to do me straight after!"

Paul laughed, "Sure, you're easier than I thought, David said that you'd never play but I was sure you would..." He hooked the back of my neck and pulled me forward while Peter held my hips in position, keeping my legs straight, my feet were already shoulder width apart. "...you might as well give me a little suck to get my cock nice and hard while Peter is busy!"

I pulled the front of Paul's trousers down and took his cock into my mouth as Peter stabbed wildly at my pussy with his cock. I had to reach back between my legs and guide Peter's cock to his target. I gasped as Peter's cock hit home, his cock wasn't that of a twelve year old, his cock was the equal of Dave's before he died and having Peter fuck me from behind while I sucked my old boyfriend's cock got me off a million times better than doing myself with my fingers!

Victoria Clarke's Story Cont:

I walked into Dawn's bedroom. She was lounging on her bed listening to music.

"Can I see your mobile phone please Dawn?"

"What mobile phone mum?"

"The one your boyfriend gave you!"

Dawn shouted, "Peter, you little bastard, I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"There's no need for that kind of language! And it's a good thing that your father is out or he'd want to know what your outburst was all about! So who is your boyfriend anyway and how can he afford to give you a mobile phone?"

"You don't know him; his name is just Justin, just a boy at school!"

When I was fourteen years old, a boy at school would have been at most, just two years older than me because our schools back then only took students between eleven and sixteen years old, if a student wanted higher qualifications, they would have to change school to a sixth form college, now my local comprehensive school took students from eleven to as old as twenty-four...so Justin could have been up to ten years older than Dawn!

I opened the photo album on Dawn's new and very expensive smart phone. There were several pictures, of a boy about the same age as Peter then another with the same boy, wearing only swimming trunks, a man stood at his side, also wearing just his swimming trunks. I gasped when I saw the man's face,. I'd seen that face just an hour earlier while I was playing the church organ at the funeral of David Shepherd. That wasn't the first time I'd seen him either!

I turned the phone to Dawn, "Who's this?"

"Justin and his dad Paul!"

"Justin and Paul Gamble?"

"Yes, I didn't think that you'd know them though."

"I went to school with Paul!"

I saw Dawn trying to hide a smile, "Did you know Paul VERY well mum?"

I knew exactly what Dawn was getting at, Paul had a bad reputation at school. My mind slipped back to when I was thirteen years old, I was at the local youth club disco. The youth club stored its disco equipment and records in a massive store cupboard, when the equipment was in the cupboard the doors were securely locked. But on disco nights, the doors were left unlocked.

One night I turned up at the disco wearing my best summer frock, white, just a little shorter than knee length and buttons down the front to its waistband I was wearing my first ever 'proper' bra for the first time after a year of wearing my training bra.

I danced the first dance with Paul Gamble, as the track was rolling to an end, Paul was rolling me out into the passageway, he kissed me once, I loved the feeling of my first 'Adult' kiss and as we kissed, it got a little darker. I hadn't realised that Paul had pulled me into the disco equipment cupboard.

As soon as we were in the private space, Paul unfastened the buttons down the front of my dress, he kissed down my neck as he lifted the front of my bra, exposing my breasts. He pushed me against the wall as his mouth moved from my neck and onto my collarbone, he sucked my skin into his mouth sucking hard and biting. I felt warmth against my belly, and that confused me, I shouldn't have felt warmth through my dress.

Paul's hands were pushing at the waistband of my knickers, I realised that he had somehow lifted the front of my dress and now he was working on my panties. I'd only been at the youth club for ten minutes and Paul was already trying to screw me.

I pushed him away with all my might. It took him by surprise and got me a little clear space between us. I saw my first ever cock, Paul's trousers were already around his knees and his cock had been pressing into my belly as he was trying to clear a path to my pussy. I got a good look at his cock as I ran from the store cupboard.

I ran from the cupboard fastening my buttons as I went. I was still pulling my bra back into place over my breasts as I reached the dark disco area where all my friends were dancing; I was scooped into Claire Whitfield's arms. Claire had realised what Paul had in mind for me and that as I'd returned to the disco so quickly, that Paul had failed.

Claire was very sympathetic with me, she calmed me down and talked to me for the rest of the evening. I ended up dancing with Claire for the rest of the evening and twenty minutes before the final record, Claire told me she needed a smoke and asked me to go out with her, I turned her down, as I didn't smoke.

"Okay Vicky...but Paul Gamble is back in the room, he's already had sex with two girls and he's on the lookout for his third conquest!"

Claire walked out of the room and Paul grinned at me, he was making a bee-line for me so I ran after Claire. I caught up with her at the doorway to the outside world and Claire caught my hand as I fell into step with her. We held hands all the way to the back of the building. I was pushed into the door reveal for the fire escape, my back slammed into the bright red door and Claire followed me in. Her kiss was more passionate than Paul's had been and Claire got to the point even faster than Paul had, my dress front open, my bra out of the way and my knickers were past my knees.

Claire pulled her lips from mine and whispered, "Don't worry baby, I can't make you pregnant and I won't brag about what we're doing to my mates at school."

I just relaxed and allowed Claire to give me five minutes of pleasure and then she spent five minutes teaching me how to pleasure her and then made me give her ten minutes of fun before the music ended and parents started crowding in to pick up their daughters...it never occurred to me until right now that the boys never got collected, they were allowed to walk home on their own.

I spent the whole winter as Claire Whitfield's girlfriend. That all ended the first hot sunny day of the summer holidays, I walked to the river pool wearing my swimsuit under my dress, I got there early only to find Claire in the river already with Emily Bishop, they were both skinny dipping and Claire was actually fucking Emily.

I stormed off, ran to my local church to talk to the vicar. I found the new curate in the church, John Clarke, was twenty years old, still at university studying to be a vicar...I didn't talk to him about my sex life, but I did end up going to church more often. I could play the piano to grade nine and volunteered to play the church organ for choir practice, learning the differences between piano and organ as I went along,

I was twenty before John Clarke kissed me, he had just been made our permanent vicar and after that first kiss he asked me to marry him!

"Mum, I said can I have my phone please, a message has just come in for me!"

I shook off the memories of my earliest sexual experiences. I let Dawn read her message and answer it.

"Right missy, show me your hobby on this phone or I'm going to search through ever bite of information in the thing, every message, every picture, all of your contacts!"

Dawn pressed a few buttons and handed the phone to me, the first picture was Peter, my twelve year old son. He was, for once, looking smart in his school uniform; he had his hands on his hips, holding his blazer open. I was even more impressed that he had combed his hair for his sister's photograph. I flicked left to get the next photograph, it was Peter again his hair was neatly brushed, his hand still on his hips in the same place as before...the only difference between the two pictures was that Peter was totally naked in the second one.

I'd seen Peter naked recently, just a quick flash as he ran from the bathroom to his bedroom, I was drawn to his little cock in the photograph, an inch long, little thicker than a cigarette but there was a polo neck of loose skin hanging from the end. I flicked left again, still the same pose but this time the picture was in ultra close-up and what had been an inch long cigarette butt had grown, filled out as well. I had to click back and forth to ensure that the third picture was actually still of Peter. The cock filling the screen showed a clear mushroom head, it stood Against his belly and the tip of his cockhead was higher than his navel, but unusually, his cock wasn't straight, it curved slightly to the right...I'd actually seen a cock a little like Peter's but years ago, before Peter was born, at a drunken hen night for one of my friends.

I flicked left again, Robin Finch, was standing in the same pose as Peter in the first picture. Robin's second picture was just as naked as Peter's second and Robin's third picture was just the same as Peter's third but, although Robin was two years older than Peter, he had a much smaller cock.

I flicked through several dozen pictures of boys, all the same pattern, it looked like Dawn was conducting a medical trial on young boy's genitalia.

"How many boys have you photographed like this?"

"Just boys...around one hundred!"

Because of my early experience with Claire Whitfield after my fright with Paul Gamble in the youth club disco, I'd assumed that Dawn might have photographed some girls as well as the boys, "Who else have you photographed?"

Dawn took her phone and searched the file system, she passed the phone back, Paul Gamble was posing for Dawn in the same way that the boys had been earlier, his hands on his hips, holding his Jacket open, the picture in my memory of Paul's face was a lot fuller now than the one from my childhood memory. I flicked left and got the picture of Paul naked, with his hands on his hips, his cock in its flaccid state as about an inch in diameter and around two inches long but with an empty polo-neck of foreskin hanging from the end about an inch long. It reminded me of my son's cock when it was flaccid.

The third picture caused me to gasp, not just because of the size of Paul's erection but because of the way it bent, 'Banana!' popped into my head. Peter's cock jumped back into my head, the fact that my son's cock bent in the same direction as Paul's but because Paul's cock looked exactly like the male stripper's cock from Helen's hen party. The striper at Helen's party was called 'Banana Man' and he was dressed as a comic book hero, a play on the Batman character. Banana Man had a blue cowl covering half of his face, just like Batman, with a long leather cape, bright yellow tights and shirt with blue leather shorts that matched his cape and cowl.

Banana Man had started his act at eleven o'clock in the evening, he spent an hour dancing around the tables as he stripped totally naked apart from his cowl and cape, once he was naked he wrapped the bride to be in his cape and they 'Danced' around the dance floor for fifteen minutes, Helen completely hidden from view under his cape and as they danced, Banana Man simulated sex with Helen under his cape.

I'd never seen a male stripper before, I'd never drunk alcohol before either but both had their first outing at Helen's hen party. I'd actually installed a strong mental block about that night but seeing Paul Gamble's naked picture, the large bent cock and the birthmark on his collarbone brought the block crashing down.

I'd finished my first ever glass of wine during Helen's dance and started my second as Banana Man hunted his next victim down, he dragged the Maid of Honour inside his cape and started his sexy dance all over again.

By a quarter to one, just fifteen minutes before the venue had to close Banana Man was dragging the bride's mother under his cape, I was drunk and complaining that I wouldn't get my turn at the rate he was going. I had another glass of wine and sank into a bout of drunken despair.

The music stopped and the house lights came up to full brightness, Helen's mother was released from Banana Man's cape with a massive grin on her face. The girls that had been sitting with me all left, leaving me sitting alone. Before I knew what was happening, I was scooped up inside Banana Man's cape. He sat on my chair and pulled me down onto his lap. I discovered a few things in quick succession. The first was that Banana Man's cape had Velcro straps to hold it closed behind his victims, leaving his hands free to work the woman's body and another thing was that a man didn't need to take a woman's knickers off to fuck her, he just needed to pull the gusset of the knickers to one side and the final thing was...whatever it was that I'd been doing in bed with my husband all those years...it wasn't fucking... Banana Man gave me my first real fucking of my life and as I bounced up and down on his cock, other party goers were kissing him and thanking him for the show without knowing he had me hidden under his cape.

I ran all the way home, woke John and demanded sex. John did his usual job of fucking, he got off and apologised for taking advantage of me, leaving me still wide awake and frustrated. As John started to snore I frigged myself to a climax with my fingers. If I had been sober, I would have washed Banana Man's sperm out of my cunt before waking John. When I realised that I was pregnant a month after Helen's wedding I built my memory block.

As I returned to Dawn's bedroom from my flight into my past, I found that I was drooling, and not from my mouth, the gusset of my knickers was so wet that my excitement was trickling down my inner thighs and my breasts were painfully tender, the way they used to get just before breastfeeding. Now that I knew that Paul Gamble was actually Banana Man and after seeing Peter's naked picture alongside Paul's, I started doubting Peter's actual parentage...or rather, who his real father was.

I handed Dawn her phone back, "Don't let your father catch you with this or find out about your hobby!"

I rushed to my bedroom before the streams trickling down my inner thighs passed the hem of my black, funeral dress, at my knees. I pulled my dress off first, my breasts were so painful because my nipples were standing out an inch away from my areola. I pulled my bra off and then my soaking wet knickers, I folded the dripping gusset into the dry part of the knickers and then I used the dry part to wipe my dripping wet cunt and gave myself a petite orgasm in the process.

As I gasped through my little orgasm, I realised that I needed to talk to Paul Gamble, I needed to find out for sure if Peter was John's son or Paul's.

I knew of old that when my nipples were so engorged, I couldn't wear a bra until the swelling subsided so I'd have to go braless for the time being.

I caught sight of my naked body in the mirror, even at forty years old there was little or no sagging of my breasts, my stomach was billiard table flat, my pubic mound was a little unruly, straggly ginger hair. I stepped into clean knickers, just pulling the gusset into place set me off again, I shivered into another orgasm and another spurt of juice soaked my gusset again. As I'd already wet my clean knickers again after just ten seconds, I took them off, I'd go knickerless as well as braless. I opened my t-shirt drawer and pulled out the t-shirt that was on the top, it was a baggy, v-neck t-shirt, had been white when new but it was more grey now.

The over stretched neck of my t-shirt clearly showed that I wasn't wearing a bra, that and the inch long protruding nipples holding the front of my t-shirt away from my body. I found an old wrap-over skirt that was a good colour match for my t-shirt and even though it was much too small, I still put it on. I was definitely in a kind of mental fog because of all of the sexual memories swimming around in my head.

I left the house and headed to Sarah Shepherd's house to ask her for the contact details for Paul Gamble.

Cooper Story Cont:

I thought about it for two days before I approached John, "The other day...when you were chatting to the football player in Spain, I couldn't help but notice that the pictures of his daughter turned you on...would you ever take things further than just looking?"

"No, definitely not...why?"

"Well, one of my art students is looking for men who are willing to let her photograph them, professional models are no good because they won't pose..." I stopped talking because I was trying to find the right words.

"Won't pose how?"

"The thing is, my student likes to take before and after pictures!"

"Before and after what?" John chuckled.

"Before...when you're relaxed...and after she's excited you!"

"How does she excite her subjects?"

"She does whatever she can to excite the man or boy, she's looking for the biggest change in size possible to photograph. She's always willing to pay the man or boy for posing for her with her body!"

"How old is the girl?"

"She's a very adult fourteen year old!"

"Are you suggesting that I pose in the nude for your student...a fourteen year old girl and let her excite me before having sex with her?"

I smiled at him and nodded my head, "If it worries you, I'll be there to watch!"

"So, who is this student of yours that's developed a taste for sex with older men?"

"Dawn, the vicar's daughter."

Shepherd Story Cont:

After Peter filled my cunt with his eager young spunk, I dragged Paul up to my bedroom and pulled him into my bed to fuck me, I didn't really need to use Paul as I'd expected because Peter wasn't the small boy I'd expected him to be, it was just that it had been three weeks since my last shag from my husband, I'd been used to sex four or five times a week so I'd missed between a dozen and fifteen fucks.

Peter followed us up to my bedroom and by the time I got Paul into bed, Peter was hard again and feeding his cock into my mouth. Paul took me to a massive climax and I was getting Peter close to his second orgasm, even though Paul was nowhere close to his own climax, when everything stopped, the front door bell was like the bell to end a round at a boxing match.

Peter pulled his cock out of my mouth and rushed over to my bedroom window, he whispered, "It's my mother, we have to pretend were not here!"

Paul pulled his cock out of my cunt and joined Peter at the window, "Your mother looks a little out of balance, have you ever seen her dressed like that before?"

Peter looked again as I joined them at the window, "I've seen her wearing that t-shirt around the house a lot but never out in the street before and never without a bra under it but I've never seen that skirt before. I didn't know that she had a skirt with a split up the thigh like that."

Paul chuckled, "I've seen that skirt before but I think your mother was about fifteen the last time I saw her wearing it, it's not a split skirt, it's a wrap-over skirt but it's far too small for her now."

I told Paul that he'd better go down to my living room and collect his and Peter's clothes off the floor and to keep Peter out of sight while I talked to Victoria at the front door.

I pulled my silk kimono on over my naked body and went down to the front door, Paul ran down behind me and I waited until he'd collected the clothes off of the living room floor and started back up the stairs before I opened to door to Peter's mother I could see that Victoria was in a confused state, I could almost read 'Tilt' in her eyes and the word 'Turmoil' on her forehead. Vicky was blathering about something but was totally incoherent to me.

"Come in Mrs Clarke, I'll make you a nice cup of tea!"

I guided Vicky into my kitchen and pulled a dining chair out from under the kitchen table, I'd expected her to sit on the chair and slide it back under the table again but she didn't and as she sat, I realised just how much too small for her the wrap-over skirt was, the leather belt at its waist was on the very last hole and as she relaxed on the chair, the section of skirt that had been under the front panel fell to the side, exposing her thigh and hip all the way up to her waist, showing that not only was she braless, she had no knickers on either.

I put three cups on the table as the kettle boiled, Victoria was still babbling away and as I filled the teapot with boiling water, Victoria suddenly jolted, she pointed at the three cups, "Oh my god I'm sorry, you have company...I'll come back tomorrow!"

She started to stand up and Paul chose that moment to walk into the kitchen, he was naked apart from a pair of 'Y-front' underpants, his cock flaccid but only just, it looked like a coiled snake inside his tight underpants. Paul almost ran to Victoria to stop her standing up to leave, he pushed her back down into the seat and started massaging her neck and shoulders.

Paul gestured for me to come closer, he pulled me so that my knees were touching hers, "There's something that Victoria has kept hidden from everyone in the town...she spent almost a year, when she was younger, as a full on lesbian and she's spent the last eighteen years hiding that side of her personality from her husband's parishioners!"

Paul pulled me closer again. I had to open my legs wide to straddle Victoria's knees. Paul whispered in Victoria's ears, "Sarah smells of sex, she's just been fucked, does she smell nice?"

Paul pushed Vicky's face against me and he started to rock her shoulders so that her face rubbed back and fourth across the front of my kimono, forcing the top open. As my breasts became exposed, Victoria just leaned in a little harder and started to kiss my breasts, fighting Paul's pushing and pulling her to get her mouth onto my nipples.

Paul pulled Vicky's t-shirt off and then he pulled her to her feet, she kissed over my chest as he pulled her to her feet and as her lips reached mine, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately as Paul unfastened the belt at the side of her skirt.

Paul let Vicky's skirt drop to the floor and then he pulled the belt holding the bottom half of my kimono closed. Vicky pushed my kimono open and off of my shoulders so that we were both standing naked in the kitchen with Paul standing behind Vicky, his cock, no longer flaccid and curled like a snaked in his underpants, now his cock was standing inches high above the waistband of his underpants and bending to the right.

Vicky stroked down my body, over my breasts and down over my belly, she eased my labia open and slipped her fingers into my cunt, playing in her own son's spunk that was still filling my body. That thought alone caused me to dissolve into an orgasm.

Paul pulled Vicky and me to the stairs, fortunately, Vicky was concentrating on my body as we climbed the stairs so she missed Peter running from my bedroom to the bathroom. Once we were in my bedroom, Vicky pulled her hand away from Paul, she pulled me away too, she pushed me onto my bed on my back and she jumped on top of me. She forced her right knee between my legs and rammed her upper thigh up against my fanny, it felt like she was kneeing me hard up between my legs but in fact the pressure was carefully applied to generate pleasure in my cunt as she rubbed her own cunt against my right thigh.

Victoria was concentrating on my breasts with her mouth, sucking, biting and kissing them, I saw Paul pull Peter back into my bedroom and he pushed Peter onto the bed behind his mother. Paul altered Vicky's position so that her bottom was higher off my body and then I felt Peter slam his fresh erection into his mother's cunt. Because Paul had altered Vicky's position, she wasn't able to give me as much pleasure from her upper thigh but that didn't matter, my own orgasm was being driven higher just from seeing Peter's face above his mother's shoulder as he fucked her hard.

Peter was reaching his orgasm as Paul came back into play. He pushed his cock between Vicky's and my mouth. Paul's cock disappeared into Vicky's mouth and then he pulled out again and pushed it into my mouth, there was a look of shock on Vicky's face as she realised that if we were sucking Paul's cock between us...then someone else was fucking her, she looked over her shoulder just as Peter fell against her back, gasping through his own orgasm.

I heard Vicky gasp and as she gasped I heard, "Oh no! No...it can't be!" coming though inside the gasp.

Paul pulled Peter off of his mother's back and pulled him around so that his cock was in front of his mother's mouth, Paul said, "Suck him clean!"

Peter thrust his hips against his mother's mouth, she was reluctant at first but eventually she parted her lips for him and sucked his cock into her mouth and as she sucked him, she went back to fucking me with her right thigh and rubbing her dripping cunt against my own thigh between her legs.

Peter got hard for the third time in remarkably quick time and as soon as he was hard, Paul pushed Vicky off of me and Peter fell between my thighs for his second fuck and while Peter fucked me, Paul fucked Victoria on her back.

Paul was verbalising as he fucked Vicky, "Can you remember thirteen years ago?"

Vicky gasped a long drawn out "Yyyeeesss!"

"Can you remember what I told you then?"

Vicky shook her head.

"I told you after I fucked you that you had to go straight home and fuck your husband...just in case I'd already made you pregnant!"

Paul surprised me by pulling his cock out of Victoria long before he had his own climax.

"Now go home and fuck John again!"

Vicky started to roll off my bed as Paul slipped in behind Peter as he was busily fucking me and Paul pushed his massive cock up Peter's arse as if it was a vagina. Vicky stopped short of the bedroom door and looked back at the orgy going on behind her. She looked terribly guilty but the tilt sign in her ryes had gone, the turmoil sign on her forehead was too, she now looked determined and she ran down my stairs to the kitchen to collect her clothes. The front door slammed shut two minutes later and Vicky was gone and I settled back into my own pleasure at young Peter's hands as Paul gasped through his own orgasm up Peter's bum.

Clark Story Cont:

I couldn't understand why I didn't feel more guilty as I almost ran from Sarah Shepherd's house, I was running so fast that my right leg kept being exposed from the slit front of my wrap-over skirt. I remembered Paul, when he was Banana Man fucking me under his cape at Helen's hen party, I was flat on my back on a table and Paul fucked me hard and fast. He climaxed in moments, filling my cunt to overflowing and while he got his breath back he told me to rush home, wake my husband and make him fuck me, just in case he'd made me pregnant and now I was rushing home to do the same thing again but not because of the damage that Paul could have done to my body, this time it was my own son, Peter's semen that was flooding out of my vagina.

When I got home I found John in his study working on Parish Records, adding Dave Shepherd's funeral and burial place into the records. I found that John was alone in the house, I knew that my eldest daughter Sarah had left before I did but I expected to find Dawn still in her bedroom but it was empty.

I went into the bathroom and locked the door as usual, I started to fill the bath and as the water flooded in I looked at the door, John insisted on the bathroom door being locked whenever anyone was in there, silly really as we only had the one toilet and that was in the bathroom. I unlocked the door and then climbed into the hot water and just lounged there in the water.

Eventually nature took its course on my husband's body and he needed to pee. He opened the bathroom door and rushed in, his cock was out of his trousers before he realised that I was naked and lying in the bath.

"You didn't lock the door!"

"Sorry darling but it's silly, you're desperate for a pee and I'll need to get out of the bath and stand out in the hallway, wrapped in a towel while you pee, just ignore me and do your pee!"

I watched John start the flow of pee, and then I rolled the soap between my hands, forming a lather, then I pushed down with my shoulders and heels against the bottom of the tub, lifting my hips clear of the water and started to wash my pussy mound and between my legs. I purred as my soapy fingers rubbed over my clitoris and that sound attracted John's attention.

He was still peeing as his cock inflated and grew away from his hand, splashing pee all over his cock and the front of his trousers. I reached out of the bath and rubbed my soapy hand over his pee soaked cock, "Let me help to clean you up and you need to get out of those wet trousers...why don't you get undressed and climb into the bath with me?"

John looked nervously at the bathroom door, that I had expected...I'd also expected him to pull his cock away from my hand but I was wrong, he just stood there looking at the bathroom door.

"It's okay, we're alone in the house, you could lock the door if you're worried about one of the kids walking in on us!"

John unbuttoned his shirt as he walked over to the door and slid the bolt into position, his shirt fell to the floor at the bathroom door and he took his trousers off as he walked back to the bath, he was totally naked by the time he was back at my side. I pulled myself up onto my knees and made room for John to climb into the bath with me, I spent twenty minutes washing him before I stood over him and pulled him down onto his back in the bath and then I straddled his hips and guided his erection into my waiting cunt. I started to fuck John slowly, girl on top for the first time in my life. Actually a double first, the first time we'd ever fucked outside of the bedroom as well!

I knew the signs of John's impending orgasm and just before he climaxed, I lifted all the way off of his cock and crashed back down again a second or two later, effectively killing his build-up and restarting his clock. I did that three times before, out of frustration, John twisted and pushed me onto my back so that he could fuck me with more control. I started verbally encouraging him to fuck me harder and with all of his pent up frustration he fucked me harder than he had ever fucked me before. He bit down on my collarbone at the point of his orgasm giving me my first ever love bite since my time with Claire Whitfield.

We both left the bath and wrapped ourselves in bath sheets. In our bedroom I started drying John off with his towel and then an idea hit me for another first with John...in Sarah Shepherd's bedroom, I had sucked Paul's cock as well as my son's but I'd never sucked my husband's so I sat on the edge of our bed and I sucked his flaccid cock for just a few seconds before he grew to full vigour again. John pushed me onto my back again and started to fuck me all over again, another first for us, two fucks on the same day.

We were still fucking when Dawn walked in on us, she was walking very gingerly, straight legged and looking in pain. She saw what her father and I were doing, turned her back to us rapidly and apologised for walking in on us but we had left the door ajar so we couldn't be too mad at her, she hobbled out of the bedroom but I stopped her, "What did you want Dawn?"

"I was looking for the pot of Savlon soothing cream!"

I eased myself out from under John and ran after Dawn, I guided her into the bathroom, "I could only get a small tube last time I was shopping and it's in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom."

I followed Dawn into the bathroom as she found the soothing cream and lifted the front of her dress, she wasn't wearing knickers under her dress and there were trails of semen running down her inner thighs.

"Dawn...what happened to you?"

"I was just being greedy mum, my eyes were definitely bigger than my belly...or at least the entrance to my belly!"

"What do you mean?"

"I went to meet Benjamin to take his photographs for my hobby and was sure that I could take him...I was wrong but once I'd got him started, he couldn't stop himself."

"Isn't Benjamin black?"

Dawn nodded her head.

"What if he made you pregnant?"

"He can't, I buy birth control injections four times a year from a doctor in town."

"How do you pay the doctor for something like that?"

"With this!" she said, pointing to her vagina!

I left Dawn massaging soothing cream into her cunt and returned to my bedroom, John whispered, "Close the door!"

I did and John grabbed me and pulled me down on the bed again...I couldn't class it as a third fuck as he hadn't climaxed after our second fuck as Dawn disturbed us. John started fucking me again and said, "I do like sex when I don't have to wear a condom!"

"Condom, oh my god, I didn't check the date."

John was still on top of me, his cock in my cunt and he was fucking me very slowly as I checked through my diary.

"I'm sorry to say that I'm right in the middle of my most fertile period, you should have been wearing a condom the first time we did it!"

John was about to pull his cock out but I clamped my arm over his back to hold him in place.

"Darling, the damage is already done, you climaxed so much when we were screwing in the bath that if I'm going to get pregnant on this cycle I'll already be pregnant!"

I lifted my belly up slightly so that his cock slipped a little deeper into my cunt and whispered, "Come on, no point stopping now!"

And we fucked to completion again.

I put all thoughts of the day out of my head for three weeks, it was only brought back to me when I walked into the bathroom as my eldest daughter Sarah was being sick one morning. Her puking up started me doing it too, 'Sickness in the mornings...sure sign!'

"Sarah, I think we both need to visit the doctor...today!"

We got the news at the same time in the doctor's office, we were both pregnant. As we left the surgery I asked Sarah who the father of her baby was.

"Could be my boyfriend or his son!"

I stopped and caught her arm, "How old is your boyfriend if he has a son who is old enough to make you pregnant?"

"He's your age and his son is the same age as me...mind you, it could be Peter as well, he screwed me the day after my last period ended!"

'Shit echoed in my head!'

"Please don't tell me that your boyfriend is Paul Gamble!"

"Mum, how did you know?"

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Chatterbox Part 2

Story Code: M/F, M/f, m/f, M/f, f/f, F/f, F/F, Incest, Mum/Son, Bro/Sis, Father/Son, Mum/Daughter, Interracial, Underage, Impregnation

I had the unenviable task of telling John that he was about to be a father as well as a grandfather in a little under eight months time.

John didn't relish to prospects of nappy changing and sleepless nights but he did welcome the idea of the freedom to screw any time he wanted to without worrying about wearing a condom. For my husband that was the best part about my being pregnant...he really hated wearing a condom, John would rather take himself in hand than use a condom to screw me.

After breaking the news that I was pregnant, John went into panic mode for a few moments but that soon changed when I added that Sarah was also pregnant with Justin Gamble...that stopped him panicking about becoming a father again so late in life and started him worrying what his parishioners would think about the Vicar's daughter falling pregnant..."And the Bishop...what will he say...I'll be lucky if I'm not transferred to the Isle of White to be Chaplin at Parkhurst Prison!"

That really was the congregation of last resort...the equivalent of the boogeyman in the room for Church of England Vicars...akin to being sent to the salt mines if you were Russian.

The morning after telling John that I was pregnant, I was woken early needing a pee at five o'clock in the morning. This was yet another by-product of pregnancy. I was walking past Peter's bedroom door and heard heavy breathing, I remembered back to the first time I'd heard him having difficulty breathing in the early morning and thought that the asthma he had as an infant had reared its ugly head again, his door wasn't fully closed and I just managed to stop myself walking in on him, he was just seven years old and he had his back to the door rubbing his cock furiously. He had an orgasm but nothing erupted from his tiny cock.

I'd got well used to hearing him masturbate in his bedroom over the intervening five years so thought nothing of it until I realised that the heavy breathing wasn't coming from just one person, Peter had someone in his room with him. I already knew that Peter had posed in the nude for Dawn at least once and Sarah had already told me that Peter had sex with her in the month that she fell pregnant so it could be either of my daughters in Peter's bedroom with him. As usual, the door wasn't fully closed...it never was...it was just open an inch, just enough for me to see that Peter was bouncing up and down on top of Dawn's body.

At the moment that I looked through Peter's bedroom door, he fell on top of his naked sister gasping for air, he had fired off inside her. At least I didn't have to worry about Dawn falling pregnant to her brother...Doctor Patel took care of that for her. I was still watching as Peter got his breath back, he looked over at his door, spotted me and gestured for me to come into his room. I looked along the passageway to my own bedroom, I couldn't see John but I could see the foot of our bed, I turned back to Peter and whispered, "I just got up for a pee!" and with that I turned my back and headed for the bathroom. I did my pee, wiped my cunt dry and left the toilet without flushing, the noise of the toilet flushing would probably wake John.

Peter was standing naked outside the bathroom door, I looked nervously towards my bedroom, the door had been wide open when I left my bed to take a pee but Peter had obviously closed it while he was waiting for me to leave the bathroom. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to his bedroom...I feigned resistance. Peter looked like the little boy he was now that he'd spent his coin of vigour in his sister's cunt, his body was small for a twelve year old boy, when I saw his erect cock six weeks earlier, the first time I'd seen it erect in seven years, Peter looked all man, his cock actually bigger than his father's cock...if John was actually his father that is...if Paul was Peter's biological father, their cock's were identical in every detail, even down to the way their cocks curved to the right.

Peter pulled me into his bedroom and he closed the door behind us, that sparked the thought that Peter may have deliberately left his bedroom door open as he fucked his sister in the hope that the sound of fucking might waken me, it was well known in the family that I slept very lightly, I always woke with every creaking floorboard anywhere in the upstairs of the house, the main reason that no one ever flushed the toilet in the night because it would always wake me up. Peter pushed me towards his bed and his waiting sister.

"Come on mummy, I've made a mess in Dawn and you have to clean it up for me!"

Peter pulled my nighty off over my head and he pushed me onto his bed with my knees by Dawn's head and my face pushed down between her legs, telling me to lick Dawn out. Dawn didn't need telling to lick my pussy, she lifted her head, hooked her arms over my lower back and her tongue was in my body before Peter had finally made me lick her.

Peter turned his bedroom light on and stood at the side of the bed watching me and Dawn in a sixty-nine position, it was obvious that Paul forcing me to make love to Sarah Shephard had been a massive turn on for Peter, reinforced by Paul telling Peter that I'd spent a whole year as a lesbian when I was a teenager and now that the light was on, Peter quickly regained his erection and climbed on the bed behind me, forcing Dawn's mouth away from my pussy with his cock. Dawn was actually sucking her brother's balls as he fucked me.

The five o'clock pee routine became a regular feature of my pregnancy, I'd pop out of bed, close my bedroom door, take my pee and then go into Peter's bedroom and wake him up...if he wasn't already awake and waiting for me and we fucked like rabbits every time. Peter often knew those occasions that his father had fucked me and on those occasions, Peter wanted to lick me out before he would climb on top of me.

It took us two months to formulate a workable plan going forward we, were fortunate that Sarah was actually sixteen years old when she fell pregnant so we were able to organise a break in her education before she moved from her comprehensive school to sixth form college, we could send her away to live with John's grandparents in Newcastle just before she started to show...six months working in France as a 'Mother's helper' was the story we told everyone in our village, a little work experience as well as sharpening up her French language skills because she was planning to studying languages at University. I actually travelled to Newcastle regularly during the six months that Sarah was living with her grandparents. I never actually registered either of our pregnancies with our local doctor or midwife. Ann, my mother-in-law, was actually a retired midwife and she looked after both of our confinements and births...bringing us both to term on the same day and after the birth, I was sent off to hospital with two babies while Ann kept Sarah safe at her house, looking after all of her medical needs so that as far as the hospital were concerned, both babies were mine and Johns.

Dawn Clarke's story:

Just before my mum and Sarah fell pregnant, I'd had sex with Benjamin from Chatterbox, I'd taken a photograph of him wearing a white linen suit, it contrasted starkly with his coal black face and hands, especially standing with his hands on his hips. I took his picture and then watched him strip off but I couldn't take the second picture because Ben was hard as a rod of iron, I had to suck his cock for him, get him off in my mouth just so his cock would go to sleep and let me take my second picture. Making his cock sleepy had almost broken my jaw because his cock was so massive and when he finished off in my mouth, his volume was so overwhelming that I thought that he was trying to drown me in spunk. When I realised just how much jiz he was shooting into my mouth, I tried to pull my mouth off of his cock but he forced his cock in harder, deeper...at least forcing his cock in deeper had opened up my throat a little so that the volume of his spunk went down my throat instead of just spilling into my mouth faster than I could swallow it down.

There was an unforeseen disadvantage to my softening Ben's cock to take my second picture, I couldn't get him hard again after taking my picture...Benjamin wasn't like Jason, Peter or Paul, he couldn't recycle in seconds like boys of my age, Ben was as old as my father and it took him close to an hour to start to get hard again and for that hour, I had to let him play with my body with his fingers and his mouth...so I would be late back to school. I'd used my school lunch break to pop over to Ben's house to take my three pictures and let him use my body for payment the way I'd done for at least one hundred teenaged boys and twenty men so far to build up my three hundred and sixty picture portfolio so far.

By the time that Benjamin got his black mamba back into life, I was already late for school so I'd have to face that problem tomorrow but for now...I may as well take full advantage of the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life and my first ever coal black cock at that! I'd been fucked by Pakistani men and boys in the past but their cocks had all been small...smaller even than Robin's cock had been when he was only ten years old and every one of them had been circumcised.

I'd taken my first cock at the age of six, Robin was Sarah's best friend, he was only ten years old but to the six year old me, his cock looked about as big as Ben's cock did today...well, compared to our body sizes that was. I'd taken Robin easily back then while Sarah watched us. She had really wanted to have sex with Robin but was always frightened to let him because his cock was so big. I took him in my cunt so easily that Sarah lost her fear and she let Robin screw her ten minutes after he climaxed into me. At eight years old I knew or rather thought that I was too young to fall pregnant but Sarah had already started having her periods and that meant that taking a cunt full of Robin's juice could be disastrous for her...falling pregnant at ten years old would certainly start tongues wagging in our small village.

I'd taken my first adult cock at nine years old...he really was bigger than Robin, but just like when I took Robin that first time, I'd taken the man in my cunt easily. The most difficult part was standing on the low wall around our churchyard while he fucked me, just a few minutes after dusk...just a quickie before my mum and dad spotted that I was late home from school and while Sarah keep a look out for us.

So, all my life I had managed to take all comers in my pussy so I didn't think today would be any different...boy was I wrong!

Benjamin had just an inch of his cock in my pussy when I begged him to stop. There was no way that I should have been able to take all of his cock in my cunt but he forced the issue, forced his cock all the way in...an hour of my begging him to stop, struggling and fighting to get away from him and his pubic hair finally meshed in with mine. Ben had managed to do something seemingly impossible, he'd managed to squeeze a quart into a pint pot, get more than eleven inches of thick black cock into my five and a half inch deep vaginal sheath.

It had taken me a further hour before I could walk and I had to get Benjamin to drop me off in my village because the bus trip would have been far too painful for me as well as getting me home way...way too late.

I walked in on my mum and dad having an afternoon fuck, if it had been any other two people I wouldn't have been fazed by it at all...even if it had been Peter and my mum or Sarah and my dad it wouldn't have shocked me anything like seeing my mum and dad naked, sweaty and frolicking on their bed...I think catching my dad and Peter fucking wouldn't have been so shocking. I had assumed that my mum and dad stopped fucking after making Peter...there were never any signs that they even liked each other now...never mind enjoyed each other's bodies still.

I was so shocked that Itotally over reacted, I turned my back on them as they bounced about on top of each other, the first time in my life that I'd turned my back on people having sex...I apologised and was about to leave their bedroom when I remembered that I was desperate for some kind of soothing cream to help me over the damage caused by Benjamin.

Mum took me to the bathroom and she found a small tube of analgesic cream that would take the pain away from my pussy. She asked me what had happened and I told her about Benjamin, she seemed to know all about Ben which was another surprise for me, I assumed that my mother didn't even know that black men even existed...her life in the village was so cosseted. She hadn't even had the advantage of going in to town to school at eleven like me. In the dark ages when my mother was at school, it was called a 'Secondary Modern School' rather than an Academy or Comprehensive school, and back then, Secondary Modern schools were much smaller and they were located close to the villages where students lived.

It sure was a day for shocks, my mother took me into the bathroom still naked, she hadn't freaked out and dressed, not even a dressing gown over her naked body...not only that, she took the top off of the tube of ointment and she actually rubbed the cream deep inside my vagina. She was worried that I might have fallen pregnant letting Ben fuck me, even ninety minutes after he'd finished, his spunk was still leaking out of my womb...womb rather than vagina, I'd mopped all that out ninety minutes earlier. I managed to save her that worry though by telling her that I got birth control injections from a doctor in town four times a year.

"I think that if your tame doctor is willing to give a fourteen year old girl birth control injections...you should go and visit him, tell him what you've done and let him examine you to see if Benjamin has caused any damage up inside of your pussy!"

"I can't go at the moment mum, I can't pay him for my consultation at the moment!"

"Would he let me pay him?"

I'm sure that my mother was thinking of paying the doctor cash to see me so I had to scotch that idea, "No mum, the doctor only takes sex in payment...not money!"

"I could pay him that way if I'd be acceptable!"

Wow, yet another shock, I really was having a shocking time today, physical as well as emotional. I couldn't believe that my mother had just suggested having sex with a total stranger, and I'd always assumed that however rare my parents had sex, that my mother and father were totally faithful to each other.

Mum got dressed as did my father and we went into town, Doctor Patel's surgery was close to my school, mum asked dad to wait in his car for me and took me in to see the doctor. He examined me and prescribed painkillers that would make me drowsy for a few weeks so as well as the prescription, I also got a note for school to explain that I wouldn't be in school for a few weeks until a muscle tear had repaired itself.

Then I sat there, watching, while my mother sucked my doctor's cock and let him fuck her...hell, let him...he would have been happy with just a blow-job but mum insisted on him fucking her. She was a wild woman, I'd never seen her so passionate in my life before. Actually, I'd never seen her passionate about anything, she was the typical 'Hippy', laidback mother that all my friends wished that they'd had.

When I got back to school, Mrs Cooper, my art teacher, spotted me in the corridor while I was putting my school bag into my locker, she welcomed me back to school and asked if I had a letter from my parents to explain my absence from school for over a week.

"My mother sent a doctor's note into the school secretary Mrs Cooper!"

"What happened?"

"I was working on my art project and I strained a muscle so had to go on painkilling drugs for a few days!"

Mrs Cooper looked around to see if anyone was close enough to eaves-drop on our conversation, she looked into my eyes, "That's a pity, I'd just talked my husband into posing for your project when you suddenly disappeared...how come you strained a muscle?"

It was my turn now, I had to be sure that no one was close enough to see us...not just overhear what we were saying. I dipped my hand into my bag and fished out my mobile phone, a few flashes of my thumbs over the screen and the picture of Benjamin filled the screen.

Mrs Cooper's eyebrows lifted and she said, "Is that the man you were talking about from Chatterbox?"

I nodded my head, "His screen name is BB-STUD but his real name is Benjamin!"

She took my hand, the one that I was holding my phone with and turned my phone slightly to get a better look of the screen while it was still in my locker. She took the longest time looking at the way that Ben was dressed, his sharp white linen suit, his crisp white cotton shirt...the only colour on the whole picture was his black hands, his black face and neck and his tie, the only splash of true colour in a black and white picture.

"I like the way you've posed Ben in front of the grey wall, your composition is excellent, You should print this photograph and add it to your 'O-level' photograph portfolio."

She swiped to the next photograph, her eyes opened wide, "Save this picture for your 'A-level' art portfolio..."

Again she spent an overly long time taking in Benjamin's beautiful black body before selecting the next photograph, she gasped and as she gasped she said in a whisper, "Oh...my...God! You didn't pay Benjamin in the usual way did you?"

I smiled at her and nodded my head.

"How much of that monster did you manage to take?"

"All of it!"

"Wow...wow...wow! that would have half killed me trying to get that monster in my cunt!"

"Me too, it's taken me a week to get over trying it and it's still painful when I walk."

I'd better not take you home to meet my husband then...not if it's still sore!"

"I should be okay by Friday, I could come to your house then if you like...if your husband still wants to pose for me that is!"

"I'm sure he would love it if you did...would it be okay if I stopped in the room to watch?"

I smiled at her, "I often have to get the man off once I've undressed him and then it sometimes takes a while to rebuild his...erm...confidence!"

I'd changed tack because one of my classmates had just come to her locker, just three lockers away from mine on the same level. I put my phone face down until my friend closed her locker and moved away again.

"Sorry, Elizabeth's a nosey cow...like I was saying, sometimes I need to get the man hard again... they often get excited when I undress them, if your husband is like that, I could use my hand and mouth to milk him, get him nice and soft, take the second picture and then I need to wake his cock up again, you could help me to do that for the third picture!"

"How could I help you?"

"Well, if you like that kind of thing, we could play together while your husband watches us...that usually does the trick!"

She grinned at me and then the bell sounded and we were both out of position for the start of the school day so I had to drop my phone back into my bag and lock it in my locker before running to my form room.

Mrs Cooper was waiting outside my form room as I rushed to get my registration, she caught my arm, gave me a permission to be late to class slip to cover my late arrival in class as well as a pass to have an early lunch, she whispered, "If you should happen to see your brother Peter at mid morning break, give him that early lunch slip, tell him I need to see him in my paint store room as soon as he's finished his lunch please

My mother told me that she was pregnant about six weeks after letting my doctor fuck her but then my dad had fucked her before the doctor...I'd just have to wait until the baby popped out, if it had dark hair and brown skin, it would have been Doctor Patel's baby, any shade of blond or ginger, it could be our father's baby!

Sarah had fallen pregnant at the same time as our mother, she was three months gone when her bump first started to show, mum's bump was far bigger by three months. We were all told to lie to our friends...our friends as well as our families. Our stories had to be consistent, while Sarah would be living with our grandparents in Newcastle, our combined stories would be that she was working in France for a year, learning French from a local family while helping a new mother look after the house as well as the child.

Victoria Clarke's story continued:

I named my son Paul, a nod towards his real father's name as well as to my husband's church, John was the Vicar of Saint Peter and Saint Paul's church so having one son called Peter and one called Paul seemed appropriate for the Vicar to have, even if one of his son's wasn't actually his biological son. Sarah called her daughter Paula, after all, there was a thirty-three percent chance that Paul was the father of her child...it wasn't unusual for twins to be called similar names, like Simon and Samantha, so Paul and Paula should work as well.

John was with both Sarah and me when we gave birth, and after two days, John took me back to Northamptonshire, leaving Sarah in Newcastle to recover for a few days with her Grandmother looking after her. We told the story that Sarah had given up her job as a mother's helper in France to give me a hand with my twins. Ann had used a breast pump to milk Sarah in Newcastle until she got home so that she could still feel the joy of breastfeeding her own daughter as well as my son occasionally.

I had DNA tests done on myself, John, Sarah, Peter, our new babies and managed to get tests done on Jason Gamble as well as his father. One surprise hit me when I was told that I had a ninety percent possibility of being Paul Gamble's half sister, we had, in all probability the same father, Peter and Jason had the same father but the two new babies were both Peter's. I think the biggest surprise of all though was finding that John and I were actually half brother and sister as well...Paul Gamble's father, Alan Gamble, was definitely a cuckoo in our village's nest...or perhaps it was the man I'd called my father all of my life. Because John and I turned out to be half brother and sister, Sarah looked more like my sister in our DNA profiles than my daughter but the surprising thing was, even though Paul and Paula had different mothers, having the same father actually made them both look the same in their DNA profiles so they would pass any medical inspection, no matter how detailed, as brother and sister.

I questioned my mother when the results came in, I told her that I'd do a DNA test on my father to see if he really was my father.

"You can't...he isn't your father. When I wasn't pregnant after five years of marriage he blamed me, told me that it was my fault, I could have gone to the doctors for tests but that would take months, even years and your father was mad at me for failing him...so I went looking for a man who already had children and found Alan Gamble, he already had four kids so I let him screw me and you came along to make your father happy! I didn't do it just for the sex...although, God knows that sex with your father was a dismal...miserable act and Alan Gamble was a God of a man, five times the man your father ever has been."

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