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First published 08 Mar 2013

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Tina the Jill Russell (Thursday)
by Isabella

Story code: MM/g, M/Fg, MM, Beast, Prostitution, Incest

I didn't bother to put my dress on as I left John's house for the short walk to my own house, I didn't even bother to hold my dress up in front of myself either, I just walked between the houses totally naked. My head was throbbing and I knew I needed a little sleep and a paracetamol to sort myself out but Tina had her needs too, so, I took my tablet and then took Tina for a walk around the garden, still totally naked. The paracetamol had, with the help of the residual effect of the tiny white pill I had taken a few hours earlier, begun to take the edge off of my headache, it was a good thing too as I still had to shovel up Tina's crap off of the grass and as I was feeling a little better, I would be able to mop the utility room floor before I took my nap.

I had finished mopping the utility room floor before I heard the sound from above, there was a giggle and then a grunt, it sounded like my mother and it was coming from above and to the right which would place it in my bedroom. I went up the stares slowly, it was definitely my mother and she was definitely having sex, I recognised the sounds she was making from two days earlier, definitely her sounds but at much, much greater volume than she had used on Monday night when my father was fucking her.

I got to my bedroom doorway, the door was wide open and my mother was on my bed, on her back with a man between her thighs, bouncing her bones like a steam hammer. My mother's skirt was hiked up above her hips and her blouse unbuttoned but still over her shoulders and the cups of her new basque had been pulled down so the man could eat her breasts as he fucked her.

The man was fully dressed, all he had done was unzipped his trousers, he hadn't even bothered to unfasten his belt. As he lifted his hips and before he threw his body back down onto my mother's body, I noticed that he had a condom covering his cock and that surprised me because I knew that my mother used the pill for her birth control.

Something that I did notice though was my bedside cabinet; it had two ten pound notes and a five pound note on top, next to my alarm clock. Then, between gasps of exertion the man said, "Suck my cock, I'll pay you a tenner extra!"

My mother was almost howling at the moon she was so noisy but she controlled herself long enough to say, "No, I told you out in the woods that I don't do that."

The man looked very disappointed at my mother's response but carried on fucking her, well, he carried on fucking her until he looked over at the doorway and saw me leaning against the doorframe, totally naked watching them. He stopped dead in his tracks, it took my mother longer to stop, she was still baying at the moon, a torrent of unintelligible swearwords flooding from her lips. As she began to climb down from her orgasm, she looked at the man, then, her head turned as she followed his eye-line and when she saw me she bucked her bottom off of my bed violently, shaking the man out of her cunt and off of her body.

I stood there dispassionately watching as my mother scrambled off of my bed while trying to push her tits back down the front of her basque and cover her cunt with her skirt. She ran to my side as she began to button the front of her blouse, she grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bedroom she shared with my father.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I live here!"

"I gave you money to go to the cinema."

"I got a headache and didn't go in the end."

"Why didn't you answer me when I shouted your name when I got here?"

"I was probably in the garden letting Tina do her toilet."

"Why are you naked?"

"I've just mopped the floor and felt dirty so I was going to have a shower!"

My mother dropped on to the foot of her bed, she sat there looking totally despondent. "I know you must hate me for being unfaithful to your father and I don't blame you one little bit but for the last ten years I've had to totally control myself whenever your father has made love to me because he was worried that you would wake up. Even last night, while you were sleeping in the living room, I still had to hold myself back, you have no idea, you're not a woman yet!"

"How long have you been doing this?"

I had expected my mother to lie to me, you know, just like I would lie to her if caught out doing something, you know, 'Oh, this was the first time ever, honestly!' So imagine just how surprised I was when she said, "I've done it every working day for three years!"

I was totally shocked; my mother was leading a double life without giving away a trace for three years.

"You know that my job at work is to fetch the post early in the morning, I get all the checks out of the post, enter them all into the computer and at ten o'clock I have to take all the checks to the bank. I'm supposed to wait in the queue, then watch the counter staff as they check the paying in statement against all the checks, then countercheck my calculations and run every check through their computer so that the money is available to my company to use as soon as possible..."

I didn't fully understand what my mother did at work; I assumed she was a secretary or a typist or something. "...Well, I was blocking one window for an hour every day, longer on a Monday and it could take me almost as long again just to get to the counter in the first place. One day, three years ago, the manager of the bank suggested that I just go to the staff door, they have a drop box at the side of it for money deliveries, I ring the doorbell, drop my satchel into the box and they give me back an empty one, then I just had to stay out of the office while one of their backroom staff went through my checks and entered it all onto their system. I get a call on my cell-phone when it's all paid in, if there are any problems I go back to the bank and sort things out, if there are no problems, I go back to work."

I just stood there, still totally naked, my arms folded across my chest, I felt like a school teacher, standing over a naughty school girl. "I'm good at my job, there are never any problems so, in the beginning, I would go shopping or go for coffee or something to eat but eventually, I started to get bored. One day I was driving past the back of your school and I went into the country park's car park, I was going to go for a walk in the park. A man chatted me up, he offered me money if I let him have sex with me in his car."

"What! You mean that you were having sex in a parked car right at the back of my school?"

My mother nodded her head and said, "I'm not proud of what I did, one day I even let a man fuck me in the woods right by your school fence, I could actually see you playing hockey as I was being fucked that time. Anyway, I almost got caught that time because I was making so much noise so I decided to use some of the money I was making to redecorate your room and swap your old single bed for a new double bed, remember, I told you that it would make sleepovers easier."

"Yes, I remember saying back then that I didn't want anyone to sleep over and you said that it was better to have a double bed in case we had visitors or some crap like that."

"Yes, well, I wanted to be able to bring men here but it wouldn't feel right to use this bed, that would be too much of an insult to your father. So, I go out every day, I pick up a man in the country park and bring him home for sex but I always change your sheets after I've used your bed."

"So, what's his name then?" I asked nodding my head in the direction of my bedroom.

"I don't know, I never ask the men their names."

"Why did you refuse to suck his cock?"

Now it was my mother's turn to look shocked. "I won't suck anyone's cock, your father begs me to do it for him but I just can't do it."

I left my mother sitting on her bed and went back to my bedroom, the man had taken his condom off and had put his cock away, I was actually surprised to see him still sitting there, he was looking at his money sitting there on my bedside cabinet, I could read his mind, should he snatch his cash and go and look for another prostitute or wait it out and maybe finish his transaction as intended. I stood in my bedroom doorway and said, "I'll suck your cock for you for a tenner!"

The man looked totally shocked, "How old are you?"

I turned and walked away, as I walked I said, "If it bothers you just forget it."

The man appeared in my doorway, "It doesn't, okay, I'll pay you a tenner for a blow-job!"

I turned, my mother was now standing in her doorway looking totally dumbstruck, the man was looking from my naked body to my mother, standing, fully dressed, looking like an ordinary business woman.

I pushed the man into my room, "What's your name?"

"Ken!"

"It's probably bullshit but who cares."

"Raymond West, my name's Ray!"

"Take your clothes off Ray and get on my bed but before you do, don't forget my tenner."

By the time Ray was undressed and another ten pounds had been added to the pile on my cabinet, my mother was standing in my doorway watching. I climbed on my bed at Ray's side, I pulled his foreskin back and inspected his cock closely, he was somewhere between the size of Alan and Steve. I took a firm hold of his cock with my hand and dipped my head forward, sucking his cockhead into my mouth and began to roll my tongue all over his cockhead as I applied a lot of suction but keeping my head and hand still.

"Fucking hell girl, you're a real pro at that."

I looked over at my mother, just standing in my doorway watching me and I smiled at her, even though I had a mouth full of cock, my mother could tell I was smiling at her from my eyes. I began to move my head up and down slowly and matched the movement with my hand. From the noises Ray was making my mother was in no doubt that I was giving Ray way more than his ten pounds worth. I could tell from Ray's breathing when he was getting close to his climax and I responded by changing either speed or pressure or stopped licking, anything to cut the chain reaction and reset Ray's balls before starting the build up all over again.

I kept up my ministrations for almost thirty minutes before I slipped my mouth off of his cock and said, "Do you want me to finish you off like this or do you want to fuck her and finish off in her?"

"I want to fuck her for a bit and then finish off in your cunt!"

"You can fuck her again and I'll finish you off with my mouth if you like but you can't fuck me!"

I beckoned my mother over from the doorway, she stopped at her handbag and took out a condom, she ripped the foil pack open and rolled the condom down over the man's cock, then she pushed him onto his back. Mother simply hiked up her skirt and straddled Ray's cock, dropping down hard on it and riding him. The way she fell on Ray's cock was very much equitable to the way you would imagine a starving man falling on a 'Big Mack' and almost as soon as his cock entered her body she began to bay at the moon again.

My mother really let herself go, I'm sure that John and Steve could hear her next door she was making so much noise. Ray yanked her blouse open, ripping off several buttons in the process and then yanked her basque down to expose her tits, Ray played with her tits as she fucked his brains out, every so often Ray put his hands under my mother's armpits and lifted her so that she had to stop humping on top of him, he was doing it to save himself boiling over before he was ready.

I had just been laying at the side of Ray and my mother, watching them fucking each other then Ray began to fondle my breasts and rub his hand all over my body, down over the few hairs covering my pussy mound and down between my legs, my mother watching every movement and her climax increasing as he neared my cunt. I stopped him pushing a finger up my pussy hole and when I did that he put his hand behind my head and pushed my face against my mother's breast.

As soon as my lips touched my mother's engorged nipple, she pushed Ray's hand away and she took over pulling my mouth against her nipple, I just treated it like a small cock and began to lick and suck it for her and as I did, Ray began to drag my lower body around so that he could position my cunt over his mouth and while my mother fucked him cow-girl style and I sucked on her nipples, Ray licked me out and gave me an orgasm.

My mother's phone chose that moment to ring, she leaped away from both Ray and me and fumbled through her handbag for her phone, it was the bank telling her that everything was okay with her companies banking as usual. "We've got to finish off now; I have to go back to work any minute."

Ray grabbed my arm, "You are going to finish me off first aren't you?" I nodded my head, I was looking round for something to lie on like the workbench as I thought it might blow Ray's mind if I could get all of his cock into my throat but there was nothing in my bedroom. I got Ray to kneel on my bed, I did a little mental geometry and stood a short distance away from him with my back to him, then I did a little gymnastics and went over into the crab stand. Ray's face lit up and he quickly fed his hard cock into my mouth. Ray fucked my mouth as if it was a willing cunt and when I actively swallowed his cock into my throat he fired off in just a few seconds.

As Ray dressed, he couldn't shower enough praise on the way I took his cock into my throat, my mother's face had frozen into a shocked and stunned expression from the moment that I had taken up the crab stand position and when I took his cock into my throat and my mother saw the bulge of his cock head deep in my neck I thought she was going to pass out.

Ray left the house and my mother changed her blouse, "If you find any of my missing buttons could you try sewing them back onto my blouse for me please? Are you going out later?"

I shook my head, "No, I told you, I have a headache, I'm going to bed for a little sleep!"

"Okay, before you do, make sure that you lock the front and back doors, just in case he comes back,"

"You mean Ray?"

"No, I never want to know any of their names, I just use them to cure an itch, I don't want a relationship with any of them. Erm, you aren't going to mention any of this to your father are you?"

I shook my head, "No, your secrets safe with me."

I slept all the afternoon, my headache was long gone but the little tablet that John had given me did make me quite sleepy after a while. That evening as we ate dinner I have to say I was looking at my mother in a totally new light. As a society we are brought up to believe that sex or even sexual thoughts are wrong and even when married, a woman isn't supposed to 'want' sex, she is supposed to just be her husband's wife and allow him to 'exorcise' his rights, she isn't supposed to have any sexual needs of her own and now, I had proof that my mother was the one who had the sexual needs and that it was my father who was the more reluctant sexual partner.

To my young mind, what I had been doing with John and his friends throughout the week hadn't been sex, sex was that small hole between my legs having a boy's cock in it and although I had taken several fingers and tongues in it, I hadn't let a boy put his cock in it yet. As I ate my mind wandered to tomorrow, John had said that he would get Oscar to use his cock in my pussy tomorrow, would that be sex, Oscar was a dog, a boy dog but not human, so if I went back to John's house Thursday and let his dog do me, would that qualify as sex or not, I was so confused.

While we were eating I noticed that my mother was sitting a little closer to my father than usual, she was eating using just her fork in her left hand and her right hand was under the table, her right shoulder was lifting and falling slightly with a very steady rhythm. My mind had been elsewhere for ages and I had to guess that it had been reflected in my face and in the absentminded way I was eating. When my mind finally came back into focussing on the room, I realised that my father was watching me intensely and he suddenly pushed my mother's hand away from his lower body as I slipped out of my seat and carried my plate over to the sink. I managed to just catch a glimpse of my father closing the fly on his trousers.

Something suddenly dawned on me; my mother had often touched my father in a similar way at meal times when I was younger, much younger but that probably stopped about the time my mother started seeking casual sex with strangers.

I took Tina out into the garden to do her toilet but I didn't go to the bottom of the garden as I usually did, I stood just beyond the bushes where I could still see into the kitchen and dining room. My mother must have jumped right back in on my father as soon as I had gone through the back door, my dad was focused intently on the back door as my mother rubbed his cock, she pulled her dress up and once again, she wasn't wearing any panties. I watched as my mother eased the table away from my father by a few inches and she sat on his lap, my dad seemed less interested in impaling my mother's cunt and more intent on keeping his view line to the back door unobstructed.

My mother wiggled her bottom slightly and then she sank down as his cock slid up into her cunt, then she allowed the sides of her dress to fall and suddenly I got another image from my younger years. My mother often sat on my father's knee like that at meal times, both of them eating as my mother rocked slightly back and forth. It dawned on me that before I was ten years old, my mother and father must have fucked almost all of the time they were together and from the images now flooding into my head, my father had always seemed quite reluctant, it was always my mother who was forcing the sexual agenda.

I brought Tina back into the utility room and cleaned the floor once again, by the time I was back in the kitchen my father and mother were sitting on separate seats once again. It was only eight o'clock but I kissed both of them and said I was going to read in my bedroom before I went to sleep. My father seemed almost desperate for me to sit with him and my mother like we did usually but I complained that my headache had come back and I just wanted to sit quietly in my room.

I hadn't even opened my bedroom door before my mother started to gasp through her first orgasm, she must have literally just jumped on my dad while he still sat at the dining table as she didn't have the time to take him through into the living room and get into her sexual stride as well.

I turned on my heels and returned to the kitchen, my mother had her back to the kitchen, she had removed her dress completely and was now totally naked, sitting on my father's lap and as they were kissing they totally missed my return. I was actually standing the other side of the table when I cleared my throat, "I left my book behind!" My dad launched my mother off of his lap and covered his lap with both hands. He wasn't fucking my mother through his fly-hole as he had been before, his trousers and underpants were around his ankles.

My mother of course wasn't a bit bothered about me seeing her naked and being fucked, mind you, she never really was that shy around me but we had formed a much closer bond since I was encouraged to suckle at her breast while a punter, paying her for sex, fucked her.

"You don't have to stop on my account; I'm going to be back in my bedroom before you know it." As I turned, my mother was already straddling my father on his dining chair and as the kitchen door closed behind me she was reaching her first orgasm, a very noisy orgasm at that.

I read for an hour and all that time my mother didn't take a break, howling non-stop for the full hour. I fell asleep to a chorus of "Oh God! Oh God! Oh my God yes, yes, yes, YES!"

I woke early, I was starving, for the past three days I had been existing on drugs and sleep and just one meal a day and it had finally caught up with me. Mother cooked a full breakfast, my father had difficulty even looking at me he was so embarrassed at me catching him out the day before. My mother could hardly keep her hands off of him; every time she went near to him she kissed him or lingered with her hand on his neck, twisting his hair in her fingers.

My mother hadn't expected me to eat meat for breakfast, I never had in my life before but she had over-loaded my father's plate, six fat sausages, three fried eggs, four slices of bacon, mushrooms and fried bread. Dad just sat there in his pyjamas and looked totally overwhelmed by the mountain of food on his plate.

I decided that I could do with a little protean instead of my usual multi-grain, imitation, polo's. I went over to him and sat on his knee, the back of my nighty actually fell on the outside of his lap so the only thing between my bare bottom and my father's leg was his very thin pyjama bottoms.

Dad froze totally to the spot, his knife in one hand and his fork in the other, his knuckles were white he was so tense. I was a little worried that he might be angry with me because of how I was dressed and the fact that I was sitting on his knee, I used my fingers to take a sausage off of his plate, I dipped it in one of his runny egg yolks and I slipped it into my mouth, I turned to face my father, causing my bottom to slide slightly along his lap and I leaned in to my father offering him a bite from the sausage I held in my mouth. As my father took a bite from the food held in my mouth there was a very definite stirring under my bottom and my father's cock inflated.

I took a slice of bacon from my father's plate but before I took a bite of it I whispered in his ear, "Would you like me to give you guys a little space? I can go back up to my room if you like!"

My dad blushed but couldn't get any sounds out of his mouth; my mother stepped in and said, "You're okay darling, we over did it a little last night so he needs time to recover."

I kissed my dad on his cheek and whispered in his ear, "She made you sore; you should make her kiss it better!" Then I jumped off his lap and headed for my room.

"What did she say? What...come on, tell me what Rebecca said?" Drifted out of the kitchen as I started up the stairs.

Thirty minutes later I heard my father open the front door, I looked over at my clock, dead on time, you could set your watch by the time my father left the house, I was suddenly curious, wondering if Steve was still next door waiting for me with John or if Alan had returned, Steve's van was still on John's drive but I couldn't see Alan's vehicle, I couldn't see my father at his car either so I pushed my window open slightly and looked down, my mother was standing just off of the front door step, my father was kissing her goodbye and as he did, his hand was inside her dressing gown fondling with her breasts.

One of the neighbours from the far end of the street was walking down the road, he walked to the local bus which was almost a mile long walk, then he caught the train into London, my father drove all the way into London. I saw the neighbour smile as he saw my mother's breasts pop out momentarily into view under my father's groping, he called out good morning to my parents, my father broke his kiss, "Oh, hi Frank, you fancy a lift into London today?"

Frank said that he'd love a lift, so he walked down our drive, My father opened his door and Fred walked to my mother and kissed her on her cheek, "You look good today Jenny, you have a real glow about you."

My mother came up to her bedroom, I followed her into the room, she sat at her dressing table and looked at her face. Her lipstick had been smudged over her cheek, "I've not got the time to start my makeup all over again" she looked over at me, "this is your fault young lady, I've managed to avoid that particular act but after you put the idea in his head he wouldn't take no for an answer, and you had got him very hard."

My mother carefully removed the trail of smudged lipstick from her cheek and reapplied her foundation and blusher, she was about to put her blusher brush away when I said, "You need to touch up where Frank kissed you too."

My mother looked at her other cheek and flicked her blusher brush over the spot where Frank had kissed her.

"You know Frank do you?"

"Not really, I know he lives at the end of the road, the house that backs on to the woods; I didn't even know his name until dad asked if he needed a lift into London."

Mother was applying her lipstick again, "You need some of that lip-gloss that is supposed to be kiss proof."

"I'm not sure that even that will be safe against what I just did for your dad."

My mother kissed down on a tissue to take off excess lipstick and checked her makeup again, she smiled at herself, then her eyes flicked over at me and she smiled at me. She went to her underwear draw and picked out a black basque with dark purple lace trimming. The basque was like the one I saw the day before, only about a half cup or less.

Usually, at that point I would have left my mother's room so that she could dress in private but as I started to shuffle my feet towards the door she said, "Frank is a home naturist, do you know what that means?"

My mother opened her dressing gown, her back was half turned towards me, she put her basque on back to front under her dressing gown, carefully fastening the thirty or so tiny hooks and eyes that held the basque closed.

"Does it mean he walks around his house with no clothes on?"

Mother took a deep breath and yanked her basque around so the hooks and eyes were at the rear; she lifted each breast and settled it down into the stiffened and very prettily trimmed cups. "In his house and around his back garden. Most of the time when he's at home he's naked."

She was looking down her front, there was a long boot-lace threaded through rows of eyes running up the front of her basque, she spent several minutes pulling the lace through the holes until it was very tight and finally tying a large bow beneath her breasts.

"Frank has often invited us round for drinks on Saturdays but your father has always turned him down in the past because of you, I know that because your father has driven Frank into London today, Frank will ask him again to go round for drinks on Saturday, do you think your father could handle seeing you like that? He has always looked at you as a little girl but after this week, I think he's seeing you in a different light; you are getting very grown up. If your father mentions going over to Frank's house on Saturday, please don't say no, I know you'll probably want to go shopping or something but if you say yes, I'll make it up to you next week."

Mother took a very sheer blouse from her wardrobe, as she slipped it on she looked over at me, I've wanted to wear this to work for ages but I've always worried what you would think, seeing me dressed like this but now you know what I'm really like, I don't have to hide things anymore." Self-support stockings and a mid-length leather skirt finished my mother's outfit off, hardly her usual business suit; she didn't even bother with a jacket or, like the day before, knickers.

Something suddenly popped into my head, when the washing had been drying on the line, I had never seen any of my mother's underwear on it, just my little knickers and an occasional bra that she made me wear from time to time. I had always assumed that my mother had washed her underwear in her en-suite bathroom and dried them over her shower tray. I had thought that it was because she was shy about having her underwear on display to the neighbours but now I realised that I was wrong, she didn't hang her knickers on the line because she probably never wore any.

"Will you be home around eleven o'clock?"

"Why, are you going out on the pull again?"

My mother blushed a little but it was hard to tell through her makeup.

"Didn't you get enough yesterday to keep you happy?"

"You don't understand, I know that I should be more than satisfied with the sex I've had so far this week, most women of my age would be happy with sex once a week but I never really feel satisfied, even immediately after sex I need it again right away. So, will you be out at eleven o'clock?"

"I'll be out of the way even if I'm home I'll stick to the living room so you can use my bed again."

Mum kissed me on my cheek and then wiped her thumb over the spot that she had just kissed to remove the trace of lipstick she had left there. As my mother went out of the front door to her car, I was at the back door still wearing just my thin nighty. Steve was waiting for me at John's back door, "Bring Tina with you" he called out to me.

"It's not safe, she's on heat, Oscar will make her pregnant."

"We won't let Oscar get at her, just bring her with you."

I slipped Tina's leash onto her collar and guided her over to John's house, if Oscar got at Tina I'd have some explaining to do to my parents but I just did as I was told. John was in the living room totally naked, he was holding on to Oscar and they had a travelling cage for a small dog in the corner of the room where Oscar's basket usually stood.

As soon as Tina scented Oscar, her tail flagged for him, shooting up to twelve o'clock and then slowly rotating to around eleven o'clock, her legs became rigid and she was standing, waiting to be mated. Oscar was brought over to Tina and he jumped onto her back but John put his hand between Oscar's cock and Tina's cunt. Steve pulled my nighty off over my head and got me to lie on the floor on my back, as soon as Oscar was so excited by Tina that he was humping against the back of John's hand, he was picked up and brought over to me, John rubbed his hand over my pussy mound, the pink liquid that was literally running out of Tina's cunt was transferred all over my pussy mound and Oscar was dropped on the floor between my legs.

It took Oscar less than a second to mount me, thrusting rapidly until I felt his knot hitting against my pussy lips, John pressed Oscar's back hard and suddenly Oscar's knot slipped into me, I was screaming out in pain, first from Oscar's cock busting through my hymen and then by the further tearing caused when his huge knot was so violently forced deep into my vagina. Oscar stopped humping; he just jerked his hips from time to time as his climax caused all of his muscles to spasm. Even through the intense pain I still felt every jet of semen shooting from Oscar's cock, Tina yelped and I looked over at her, Steve was behind her, she was still standing, waiting for Oscar's attention but instead she got Steve's.

I lay there, attached to Oscar by our genitals while Steve fucked Tina, not on the floor as I was, Tina had been lifted up onto a small box so that she was at the right height for Steve to fuck her. John was holding onto Oscar's collar to prevent him turning away from me, the normal end to k-nine copulation, as Steve climaxed into Tina's cunt John told me to hold on to Oscar tightly, "Don't let him loose, if you thought it hurt when he went in you, it will be ten times worse if you let him turn and try to pull out."

Steve remained 'plugged in' to Tina's cunt until John joined him, John took Steve's place and Steve hopped over to me and fed his cock into my mouth, his cock was covered with his own semen but his balls were covered with Tina's pink fluid, mixed with Steve's ejaculate too.

I took Steve's cock into my mouth but tried to spit it out again, it tasted disgusting, the worst thing I could imagine. As I had tasted Steve's semen and John's loads of time, I assumed that the foul taste was from Tina. That thought was quickly dispelled when Steve told me that the drug I had taken on my previous visits had been taking away the taste as well as the fear and the pain of my throat being opened up.

I got Steve hard and he forced his cock into my throat, I didn't gag but it was more painful than it had been before. John took that moment to shoot his seed into Tina and he pulled out, he brought Tina over and stood her on my stomach and chest so that her cunt was right in front of Oscar's nose. As two loads of man-seed ran out of Tina's cunt, Oscar began to lick at her wildly and as he did, he began to rock in and out of me again, but his knot prevented him humping as he would usually have done.

I was fed John's limp cock just as Steve had done before, then, while Oscar fucked me and ate semen out of Tina's cunt, John grew hard in my mouth and like Steve, as soon as he was fully hard, he forced his cock into my throat too. The taste of John's semen didn't come as such a shock to me; I was beginning to get accustomed to the bitter taste. John kept pulling his cock out of my throat and then forcing it back down again, "Trust me Rebecca, the more I do this the easier it gets for you to take it in."

John must have forced his cock past my epiglottis a dozen times before he finally held himself inside my throat and fired off deep into my stomach, as he pulled his cock out of my throat, the rush of bitterness in my mouth, again took me by surprise. Tina was removed and placed in the cage; it'll take Oscar about twenty minutes to calm down enough to get out of you, just lay there and take it easy.

John went to his favourite seat and sat right on the edge, then he lifted his legs, grasped his knees to his chest and lay back. Steve left me holding on to Oscar while he went and joined John. I got a grandstand view as Steve placed his cock against John's bottom and pushed, his cock slipped easily up John's bottom and. It didn't take Steve long to be gasping through his orgasm once again and as Steve filled John's bottom, John spurted a little cum over Steve's belly.

Oscar chose that moment to slip out of my vagina and he ran to lie in front of Tina and lick his cock again. Tina began to flag to Oscar all over again. The whole sex act seemed like it had taken around thirty minutes but it was five to ten by the time I could walk comfortably, trails of Oscar's cum rolling like rivers down my inner thighs. Oscar did his best to clean me up and once again, I walked the gap between the two houses totally naked but this time, dragging a very reluctant Tina on her leash behind me.

I was so sore that I took a box of table salt to the family bathroom and lay in a saltwater bath. When John had told me to do that I thought he was mad, the stinging was indescribable but soon passed and after a few moments I felt far more comfortable.

As soon as the stinging subsided I heard the front door open and my mother's giggling and a man's voice coming up the stairs, I looked at the door, it wasn't locked, it never was, my mother and father both preferred showers to baths so I was seldom disturbed in the bathroom, I just hoped that the man didn't need a piss before he fucked my mother.

I lay in the bath trying not to make a sound as my mother and the man fucked just a few inches away from my head. I heard every gasp, every swear word, every comment and when the man asked how much extra for a blow-job, I heard my mother say, "Ten pounds."

My mother and the man fucked way past my bathwater turning cold, they fucked until my mother's phone rang to tell her the bank had finished processing all of her company's checks and banking statements. I listened for the man to drive away and I slipped out of the bath. Mother was laying on my bed, totally exhausted, my sheet was soaking wet with semen, sweat and possibly other bodily fluids.

Mum had to go into her bedroom again and fix her makeup, her mascara had run badly and her lipstick was all gone, mostly on my pillow and sheets. I stripped my bed off and threw the sheet onto the floor. My bed had a mattress protector on it and under that, a rubber sheet, the mattress protector was also soaking wet and I had to unfasten tapes that held it in place to get that off as well, fortunately the rubber sheet saved my mattress from being soaked too.

I heard my mother's shower running, she had to change her clothes completely, she had been wearing her stockings and basque as she fucked the man and they were all dripping wet too and it definitely wasn't semen or sweat. I got a cloth and a little of the disinfectant I used to clean up the utility room floor after Tina and I wiped my rubber sheet down and before you ask, no, I didn't need that rubber sheet because I pissed the bed, I needed it because I was new to my periods, they didn't come at all regularly and they didn't last a fixed length of time. One month I bled every day, just a little for twenty-eight days and then had a one day flooding, so, until I settled into a more predictable rhythm, I needed the rubber sheet.

My mother dressed very conventionally after taking her shower, her basque and stocking were already washed out and hanging over the shower rail dripping onto the shower tray. "Won't somebody at work say something about you going to the bank dressed all in black and looking like you're going to a disco and you coming back dressed like a school teacher?"

"I'm the only women in an all male office, don't you think I exhausted all of them as options before I started making strangers pay for it, everyone but the MD knows exactly what I do, well, not that I play for pay but they all know I fuck while I should be out at the bank."

I pulled a lightweight dress on as it was very warm and I put the TV on then lay on the sofa and went to sleep until my mother finished work.

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