Subject: A Pedophile Mother (Mf, Ff, incest, rape) Written by: Kelly Written For: Maria Schlossler -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- !!!WARNING!!!! This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from reality, get professional help - FAST! The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately. This work is copyrighted to the author ©2010. It may be posted to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites so long as no changes are made AND the author information is retained. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Summary: Maria and I started chatting a while back and one thing led to another. When she asked me to use my writing "skills" to produce a story based on her fantasies regarding her daughter, I wasn't too thrilled about it at first. She finally convinced me even though it was even harder for me to write this than I'd anticipated. Normally I would never even fantasize about most of the elements she wanted me to include. Although this story is based on her real family situation, I'll leave it up to the reader to determine where her imagination supercedes the facts. Remember that if I thought for even one moment that Maria was actually abusing her daughter, I would've cut off all communication between us instantly! I've always contended that ANY fantasy is OK so long as the person knows where the fantasy ends and reality begins. (Of course that doesn't mean that everyone has to enjoy the same fantasies.) Thus I couldn't very well tell her that her fantasies were "bad" although I WILL say they aren't exactly for me. When I write my own diary stories I will frequently pause to masturbate as I recall the events. I didn't do that very often while writing this one. Hopefully people who read this will enjoy it. One last word. This story is NOT intended to implicate any person or action - by them OR me. Above all, while fantasies are OK, I am NOT advocating underage sex or child abuse in real life. Indeed, I tutor children, work with church youth groups, and plan to have a teaching career in the future, all positions where parents put a great deal of trust in me to take care of their children - a trust I would NEVER betray. If you ever feel the desire to actually go out and DO the things in this story, please seek professional help immediately! Table of Contents: Chapter 1 - My Descent Into Decadence Chapter 2 - My Husband Is Now a Pedophile Chapter 3 - My Daughter Becomes a Whore Chapter 4 – I Want To Be a Whore Too *************** Chapter 1 - My Descent Into Decadence ===================================== As I sat in church and listened to the priest drone on, I looked around me at the crowded pews and wondered what these people would say if they knew the truth? Does anyone suspect that my family is any different from the dozens of other stereo-typical middle class families seated around us? Imagine the uproar if I were to stand up and confess what was happening lately in the privacy our home. What condemnation would descend on us for using our daughter in ways that would shock, maybe even horrify, some of those around us? Then again, how many would have that knowing smile on their face, having enjoyed their kids in the same way? Perhaps I should start from the beginning rather than confessing to it all at once. Personally, I think that if people understood our motives that they might not be so quick to label us as child abusers. If anything, maybe they might realize how they may have missed out on such a wonderful opportunity themselves. By the way, my name is Maria. I'm just your typical suburban housewife, age 34, married to my wonderful husband and sweetheart Richard, who is 46. We have one daughter, Lisa, who was born on 4th August 2000, making her seven years old now. Lisa is all of 3 feet 10 inches tall and cute as a button! Unfortunately, for reasons only God knows, Lisa was born deaf and mute at birth. She may live in a silent world but she is far from being isolated from it. Lisa is very bright and today we communicate with her primarily using sign language. She just started taking lessons which are suppose to help her to read lips although she hasn't made a lot of progress yet. In addition to our own daughter, my niece Sarah also lives with us. At six years old, Sarah is the daughter of my husband's younger brother. Four years ago both he and wife were killed in a tragic road accident. Since then we have looked after Sarah, treating her as our own daughter. Having been raised by very conservative parents, I suppose it's only natural that I tend to be somewhat conservative in my ways, which is reflected in our daughters as well. Lisa generally wears modest clothes suitable for a girl her age. Her school requires uniforms so she wears a blue plaid skirt and smock with a white shirt underneath. Of course, at age seven Lisa doesn't wear a bra yet, but she does wear white cotton panties, preferably (at least in her mind) with small animals or cartoon characters on them. We have a large house so Lisa and Sarah have their own bedrooms where they generally wear full length pajamas while sleeping. While swimming I insist that they wear single piece swim suits and I mean ones that cover them, not these risqué things worn by the sluttier girls in the neighborhood. Frankly, I can't believe what some mothers will let their daughters wear in public, or should I say, NOT wear. Even at Lisa's age some of the girls look like little whores! As Lisa has gotten older, she has become more aware of her body and as a result, gotten a bit more shy about exposing herself. About six months ago she decided that she no longer wanted to bathe with her younger sister or me. Yes, there have been times over the years when I've shared the bath tub with her, but its always been very innocent and there has never been anything sexual between us whatsoever. Richard works in an office and has to travel now and then for his job. He is a true workaholic and while it's nice to have his big paycheck, I wish he could be home more. As for being a decent man, I don't think he EVER watches porn or even reads dirty stories. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not only in love with my husband, but I adore him as much as I did when I first met him. There were a couple of boys before him, but ever since we started going out I've never even kissed another man – and never want to. As for the rest of our family, Richard's mother passed away before he met me and my parents are longer with us either. That leaves us with my father-in-law who has always treated me like his own daughter. He's always been a great support in our marriage and I enjoy his company as he's a widely read gentleman and quite entertaining at times. A little more about me; I'm a 5'6" brunette although some gray is already threatening. I've completed a Masters in Sociology and consider myself above average intellectually. I drive my hubby's BMW or our beloved Nissan. At 34, I certainly don't consider myself over the hill yet although I'll be the first to admit I'm no 21 year-old anymore either. I think that my neighbors would describe me as a kind-hearted, helpful lady, doting mother and a good wife. Some other things you might like to know about me based on what guys have asked me in chat rooms: I've never liked hair on my pussy so I started shaving it back when I was seventeen. As one of the "good girls" growing up I ALWAYS wear panties - cotton usually as I feel more comfortable wearing them. As to what color, that depends on my mood and outfit but the majority are simply white. Thongs don't exactly fit within my wardrobe so I only own a single pair that I bought on a lark one crazy day when I was horny for Richard - and then never had the guts to wear them! I've always been shy about my body and would never have dared to flash a guy or anything of that sort. although that may be a part of why my fantasies tend to be so extreme. Just to be sure, I may be conservative but I'm NOT frigid. As a woman, I enjoy masturbating; sometimes four or five times a day and then I won't do it for days at a time. One thing for sure - no one besides my husband has ever watched me masturbate. God, I couldn't even imagine doing THAT sort of thing. My mom taught me that only naughty girls do THAT although sometimes I wonder if she knew I did it at all. For those interested in such details, I masturbate with a maximum of two fingers in my pussy – no fisting. Maybe the most kinky thing I've done is taste my fingers after I masturbate. As far as my sexual relationship with my hubby is concerned, we've done most of the usual things married couples do - oral, vaginal, anal (just a little) and once experimented with mutual masturbation which didn't turn out to be nearly as erotic as the book said it would be. I wouldn't say we do anything kinky – no bondage, etc. About as extreme as I ever got was to insert my finger in his asshole once while he was fucking me. We keep sex at home where it belongs as I would never have to courage to do things like sucking Richard off as he drives, flashing, or showing myself off in public. Unlike many of my close friends, I DO enjoy oral sex immensely and I just LOVE eating Richard's cum although usually he prefers to cum on my face rather than in my mouth. As far as Lisa goes, remember that she IS only seven years old so we haven't conveyed anything related to sex to her yet. We are careful to keep our bedroom door closed when we play if the girls are around, So far as I know, she doesn't know ANYTHING about sex although I fear that the day is fast approaching for that "mother-daughter" talk we all look forward to! I just can't overstate just how wonderful my husband is and how much I love him. Richard is a very moral man and would never even THINK about doing anything with our daughter sexually. Sure he loves children but it is the love of a father for his dear daughter. Before all this began I would have sworn on a stack of bibles that he was definitely NOT any kind of pedophile, not even in his fantasies. So what happened to this rather idyllic family? How did we go from being your standard middle class family to perhaps the most perverted parents in town? Well, it started when I began chatting in an adult chat site (literotica.com) while my husband was away on business. I'd heard some of my girlfriends giggling over it and my curiosity finally got the best of me. The girls were sleeping and I was feeling lonely and horny. Normally this would be a time when I masturbated about being with Richard. Looking at the computer, I thought about how my girlfriends had talked about their chat experiences and how excited it made them. As I logged on to the chat site, I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty at first. Was it right to talk to someone besides my husband about sex? Then again, what could be the harm in just chatting? It wasn't like I was meeting anyone or even talking to them on the phone. I had chatted before with friends and family but never like this before. I was shocked at how blatant and forward men were, right from the outset without any hesitation or build-up. It seemed all they wanted to know was how old I was, if I shaved my pussy, and would I meet them to fuck! I couldn't help but wonder how many were telling me the truth, especially the ones like the sixteen year- old who claimed to be looking for a mother –figure, or the husbands wanting to cheat on their wives, not to mention the girls wanting to go to bed with me. I think it was the girls that creeped me out the most – I couldn't even imagine having sex with another woman! One of pervert (which is how I found myself classifying them) claimed to be sixty years old and married with grandkids. We started chatting in private and after role-playing with him for good half hour, pretending to be one of his daughters, I found that I was super horny. I'd never done anything remotely like this before and the sheer naughtiness of it was exhilarating! After him it was like an unlimited source of men who wanted to chat with me about everything imaginable. Finally I had enough and went to my bedroom to masturbate. Laying naked on the bed, I rubbed myself as I imagined myself meeting some of the men I had chatted with, doing the naughty and nasty things they wanted to do to me. When I finally came, I practically soaked the bed! It was then I realized that I hadn't gotten that horny thinking about Richard fucking me in ages and the reality of it all set in. I knew I should feel guilty but the way my pussy was throbbing I couldn't find it in me. The next day I was talking to one of my friends and she asked me if I had tried out any of the chat rooms yet. I smiled mischievously and she knew that I had. I blushed SO red when she started to ask me for details. I just shook my head as there was no way I could tell her that I was more turned on last night than I had been in ages. Once again, I found myself feeling more guilty that WASN'T feeling guilty than anything else. That night I couldn't wait for the girls to get to bed and as soon as the coast was clear, I turned on the computer and logged in. Almost instantly a dozen guys were trying to chat with me. The funny thing was even though my profile was accurate – happily married mom, age 34, two daughters six and seven, men still wanted me as much as if I had said I was eighteen and in college. At first all the chats were about pretty standard stuff – fucking and masturbating in a variety of role-playing situations. Then, out of the blue this guys asked me to include my disabled daughter in our role-play. Needless to say I was stunned. My stomach churned at the very thought. Really, what kind of sick and twisted person would even THINK about sex with a seven year-old girl, especially one with her handicap? Why anyone would want to role-play such an act was unfathomable to me. As I said, my initial reaction to his suggestion was utter disgust. It made my skin crawl to even think about involving my little girl in such a perverted discussion, even if it was just fantasy. Just as I was about to click and shut the window, a little voice drifted in from the outer edges of my subconscious. As disgusting as it seemed at first, my curiosity went up a notch. Since it would be just role-playing, would it really all that bad? It wasn't like I would be actually DOING anything. Even more shocking than the idea that I might rationalize such fantasies was the wetness I felt between my legs. God, his perversion was making me even more horny than before! I just sat in front of the computer, frozen with uncertainty as my conscious struggled with itself. After a few minutes the beep of an incoming message broke me out of my trance and I looked to see that he was asking if I was still there. Taking a deep breath, I typed in my question, asking him what he would like to do to my daughter. Imagine my horror when he answered simply, "I WILL RAPE HER AND YOU WILL WATCH!" The words on the screen knocked me completely off guard, so much so that I didn't even recognize the biggest orgasm building up in me until it struck me like an unseen truck. I managed to shut down the chat window before I fell to the floor and masturbated even harder than I had the night before. It was like a fairy tale where Cinderella finds out she's really a princess. My god, I had no idea such perverted desires were lurking inside of me! His perverted words seemed to have unlocked a nest of demons, freeing them from the darkest recesses of my mind, unleashing this horrible, sick lust from within that I would have never even imagined possible in any but the most sick and perverted people. My pussy practically screamed as I found myself fantasizing that my husband was pulling Lisa's hair, force her little mouth open so that he could thrust his cock inside her and gag her with his hard dick. In my new hideous dream I walked up to Richard and scolded him - not because he was abusing our seven year-old handicapped daughter. No, I was upset because he hadn't bothered to take off her brand new school uniform before assaulting her little mouth and now he was ruining it as his incestuous cum erupted, at first in her mouth and then all over the front of her clean plaid uniform. Over and over I came, each orgasm harder and longer than the one before it. Each time my fantasy got naughtier and dirtier. It was not just my husband now that was taking Lisa, but a group of men. At first they just surrounded her and jerked off, covering her tiny body with thick streams of gooey cum. Then they gang-banged her, her silent screams of pain unheard as one after another they plunged their hard cocks into her tiny tight pussy. Each of them released themselves inside of her, flooding her pretty little pussy with their messy sperm until it was flowing out of her like a river from a broken dam. It wasn't just her pussy they fucked but her asshole along with her mouth and pussy at the same time, plugging every orifice with their incredibly hard dicks, driven by the most animal–like desire to fuck my precious little girl. I dreamed of Lisa being molested in some of the worst ways possible. It seemed that the nastier it got, the harder I would cum the next time. Finally I feel asleep, more from exhaustion than anything else. The next morning I awoke, having somewhere during the night crawled into bed. As the fog lifted from my mind and I remembered what I'd done the night before, I found myself feeling totally disgusted with myself. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't erase the disgusting memories of the horrible fantasies I'd conjured up from god only knows where as I masturbated. Looking in the bathroom mirror, I stared at the stranger looking back at me, wondering who she was. It couldn't have been me. There was no way such horrible thoughts could have EVER come from MY mind. After all, I was always the NICE girl, never the slut. I was the one who waited until I was nineteen to give up my virginity, years after virtually all of my friends had passed that milestone. I didn't even start masturbating until I was thirteen, years after most of my friends had begun. Maria was the prude who never wore a bikini, who always wore shorts half-way down her thighs, who NEVER even dreamed of going out without a bra, and would have rather faced a firing squad than be seen without panties. No, it was impossible that the woman in the mirror was the same one who'd dreamed such nasty, such EVIL thoughts the night before. Thoroughly disgusted with myself, I walked away, determined it had just been some sort of "phase" I was going through. Now that it was out of my system, that was it. Later my daughter woke up and when I saw Lisa wandering into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes in her wrinkled pajamas, for just a moment my conscious hit me like a ton of bricks. My god, how could I have EVER thought such things about my little baby? She was so cute, so innocent, and above all, so TRUSTING. For heaven's sake, I was her mother, her MOMMY. She would do ANYTHING I asked her to do, secure in the knowledge that her mommy would never do anything to harm her in any way. Oh my god, how could I have betrayed my little girl in such a dirty and filthy way, even if it WAS just a masturbation fantasy? After breakfast I passed by our home office and stared down at the computer, sitting there silent and dark without a hint as to the atrocities it was responsible for. Yes, it was the computer's fault, not mine. Without the damn computer I would've never succumbed to such debauchery. At first I wanted to smash it to the floor for having perverted me so terribly. Thankfully, common sense returned before I could do anything stupid. Instead of wrecking an expensive computer that my husband needed for work, I thought maybe I would just have the Internet account closed. After all if I, a church-going, PTA mom could be tempted so badly, what about my poor husband? As decent and wonderful as he was, he WAS still a man (with a great cock to prove it!). Was it really fair to expect him to resist such evil virtually every minute he was on the internet? I couldn't find the account information anywhere so I let it go for the day, determined to tell him to take care of it when he returned although I wasn't so sure what explanation I would give. God, there was no way I would EVER tell him about what I had dreamed about, especially the parts where he fucked Lisa. That night, as I tucked my girls into bed, I reached down to kiss them goodnight, just as I have every night since I can remember. When my lips touched Lisa's forehead, suddenly I felt this almost uncontrollable desire to reach down lower and kiss her on the lips. I jerked up, almost shaking with fear as I realized what I'd almost done. Then I felt it between my legs, that familiar twinge I get when I'm horny. Normally I get this feeling when I'm lusting for Richard's cock. The only problem was, it wasn't thoughts of Richard's hard dick that filled my mind, it was my seven year old daughter that was making me wet! I hurriedly said goodnight and rushed out of the room and threw myself in bed. I laid in bed trembling, wondering what horrible thing was happening to me. It was like I'd been infected with some revolting disease. God, how could I have even THOUGHT of actually kissing my daughter intimately, let alone get as wet as I could feel my pussy was at this moment? My mouth tasted like I'd chewed on aluminum foil yet it was like I couldn't control myself. It was like an out-of- body experience people claim to have when they die as it seemed I was watching myself from outside my body, seeing myself do things as if controlled by some perverted puppet master. My hand reached my shaved pussy and immediately I plunged a single finger inside of me and moaned as if Richard had just rammed his incredible cock into me. Yes, this was what a wife should dream of, her husband fucking her. Suddenly in my mind though, it wasn't me he was fucking, but rather our little seven year– old girl. My Richard, my loving husband, was fucking Lisa, ramming his stiff dick harder and fast into her, ignoring her silent pleas as she begged him to stop but couldn't get out the words. As her mother, I should have come to her rescue and stopped her father who was essentially raping his daughter. Instead, in my mind I did the most unimaginable thing possible, I sat on her face and made her lick my asshole. As I masturbated I imagined the feel of her tiny tongue as it explored my ass, trying to reach up inside of it. I fingered my clit as I watched my perverted husband's dick appearing and then disappearing into her tiny pussy, amazed that she could take it all inside of her at such a young age. After I had cum several times, I laid in bed totally exhausted once again. My mind swirled like I'd had a few too many drinks, the room moving around in front of me as if I had just spun around until l fell from dizziness. My god, I'd done it again! My poor Lisa is so cute, so innocent, so VULNERABLE. She's a just a seven year-old child, so easy for an adult to use and abuse. She's my own daughter!!!!!! Who else could possibly be as responsible for her than her own mother? Who else can she trust more than me? Being deaf and mute from birth, shoe would be unable to express her fears and pain adequately to stop her father, or any man for that matter, from abusing her. I felt torn in two as the motherly protective side of me battled with the newly emerging perverted woman that threatened everything I believed in – or thought I did. Richard finally returned home the next day and I literally jumped into his arms to greet him. He looked at me with surprise, most likely wondering what he had done to merit such a homecoming. Little did he know just how badly I needed him, how much I craved his support and moral values. Now that he was home I couldn't wait for him to fuck me again. Maybe once I felt him in me, my husband joined together with me, a part of him actually INSIDE of me, I could find the strength to fight off the horrible thoughts and lustful desires that had been threatening to take control of me. That night in bed Richard fucked me, just as he always did the night he returned home from a business trip. With my husband on top of me, his erect dick siding effortlessly in and out of my soaking wet pussy, I found my mind kept wandering off to how I had imagined that same hard dick fucking Lisa instead. God, I couldn't help myself as no matter how hard I tried, the imagine of him on top of her, overwhelming her tiny figure, ramming himself in her tight pussy with such force, was all I could think about. "What's the matter Marie?" I opened my eyes to look up at him. Damn, with my mind so distracted I hadn't even noticed he'd stopped and now he was just holding himself on top of me with his dick still imbedded in my pussy. "Nothing baby…don't stop…keep fucking me," I whispered huskily back to him, trying to talk a little dirtier than normal to make him think everything was OK. "Sorry, it was just like you…..well, like you weren't there for a few minutes." I wrapped my legs around his torso, still as tight and slim as when we married, and pulled him into me. God I loved it when my husband fucked me! Yet at the same time it was like I half expected Lisa to enter the room, obediently following her father's orders to suck his dick and ass. Fortunately, Richard was as horny as I was. Heck, he would've cum if I'd fallen asleep so at least THAT wasn't an issue. For the first time in ages I found myself having to fake an orgasm. Apparently after all the hot dreams I'd been having lately, just having his dick in me wasn't enough to get me off. It as like being on drugs. Now that I'd tried something stronger, the "old" sex just wasn't cutting it. After Richard had fallen asleep I lay there looking at his sweaty naked body beside me. Mmmmmm, he looked so hot! God I loved this man! How could I have ever dreamed such a wonderful and decent father could do the horrible things I'd imagined. Yet as disgusted as I was with myself on one hand, on the other hand they WERE just fantasies so what harm was there really in dreaming about them? Sure it seemed to have taken the edge off our real sex life for the moment, but I was sure after the initial thrill was over that things would be back to normal again. During the course of the next week, things certainly did not progress as I'd expected. My initial thoughts had been that it was just a phase for me, something new and naughty and thus irresistible but still, something I would grow out of once the initial thrill wore off. If anything, just the opposite happened. Again, it was like being on drugs and each "high" took more to reach than the one before it. Richard was especially horny after his last business trip so it seemed he wanted sex every night. As his wife I tried to perform but my heart just wasn't into "normal" sex anymore. As the week went by my nasty dreams about daughter grew in intensity – not to mention sinking to ever lower depths of perversion. Apart from my husband, I began to visualize see Lisa being fucked in her mouth, vagina and anus by my father-in-law in some sort of twisted father-son rape of our child. Then it was a black convict who'd just been released from prison. There seemed to be no limits to my perversions. The only common element was that in all the cases she was being used like a toy and men took advantage of her disability. During the day I would look at Lisa and instantly get wet as I thought about the things I dreamed of having done to her. In "real" life I would have killed anyone who actually used her in this way but in my fantasies, I WANTED her to be used. I WANTED her innocence, her vulnerability, her disability, her age (OMG, she IS just seven) to be used against her by malicious men who cared nothing about her except what pleasures they could derive from taking her. I fantasized about forcing her mouth open and spitting my husband's cum in her mouth and making her swallow. I even dreamed of watching Lisa lick my husband's ass crack out of fear - and then do the same to me. As if things weren't bad enough in terms of trying to control these horrific urges that threatened to overwhelm me at times, Richard announced at dinner one night that he had to travel out of town again for a week. Normally he doesn't travel this much but I knew he was gunning for a promotion and kissing a little ass (figuratively of course) couldn't hurt. That night I gave him one of the best blowjobs I knew how. I can't say I'm the world's greatest expert in giving oral sex but I try damn hard! Even so, Richard normally has to finish himself off at the end in order to cum. Tonight I was thrilled when I felt his dick burst in my mouth and spurt cum to the back of my throat without him even touching it! After he came, Richard rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly, leaving me with a mouthful of cum. Usually I just spit it out in the sink and brushed my teeth before I go to sleep but tonight I swished it around in my mouth, filling one cheek and then the other with the gooey mixture. I remembered like it was yesterday the first time he had cum in my mouth. Actually, Richard was the first – and only, guy I have given a blowjob to and he had to really work on me to do it the first time. For the first few I did, when he finished he would shoot it on my chest or face so you can imagine my shock the first time he held my head in his crotch, literally forcing me to take his load in my mouth. Since he hadn't asked me if he could do that, I was FURIOUS at first and couldn't believe he had done this to me. My mouth was filled with what felt like a warm salty oyster that had been run through a food processor and my first reaction was to gag on it. Then I saw how turned on it made him to cum in my mouth and so somehow I managed to swallow it down without spewing in the process. Evidently he took that as a sign that I liked it and from then on he insisted that I take every load in my mouth AND swallow it down. Over time I learned to like it, just like that strong red wine he loves but tasted like bad fruit juice when I first drank it. Now I actually have come to look forward to it. If course, it doesn't hurt to see the look of lust on his face when he's shooting it in my mouth! Just as I was about to get up and had for the restroom, it was if that nasty demon inside of me suddenly broke free and grabbed control of me. Something came to mind that I had NEVER even dreamed about in my nastiest fantasies so far, something so disgusting and filthy I felt sick when I first thought of it. But then, just as it happened every time this past week at this point, the demon maintained control and my pussy felt even hotter than it had when Richard had fucked me earlier. Slipping silently out of bed, I slowly walked out of our room and headed down to the hallway to where our daughter was sleeping soundly. One thing about Lisa, when she fell asleep, the house could burn down and she wouldn't wake up. There have been times she fell asleep in the car late at night and even with Richard carrying her to bed and me undressing her to get her pajamas on, she never even opened her eyes to squint. Once inside her bedroom, I could see he laying on her back in the dim light supplied by her princess nightlight. It was surprising how much light such a little bulb could put out when the rest of the room was so dark. Lisa was flat on her back, her arms cradling her favorite stuffed bear, her mouth barely open as she breathed heavily in her sleep. God she looked so cute and adorable! Barely seven years old, she was my daughter and the most precious thing to me in the world. At the same time, or maybe because of it, she was also the object of this dreadful lust that consumed me. It seemed every day it took less and less for the naughty feelings in me to emerge and take control. Every day I caved in quicker to the lusts and desires that I had unknowingly kept pent up inside me for all my years. Now all it took was one look at her cute little face and all my willpower disappeared lie a snowball on a hot August afternoon. To be sure, it wasn't like I would ever actually ABUSE my daughter. At the same time, I rationalized that it didn't mean that I couldn't be more intimate with her than I'd been in the past. Seeing her cute little body below me, sound asleep feeling so safe and secure, I felt this feeling of power and a lust that I had never felt before. I knew what I wanted and nothing was going to stop me from finally realizing it. Leaning over her I kissed her on the forehead. Richard's cum was still in my mouth and I felt a little of it slip past my lips and smear on her smooth skin. I used my tongue to spread it over her, letting a little more escape until her entire forehead was covered with the mixture of sperm and spit. Looking back, I should have stopped there. Maybe all the things that followed would've never happened had I just a little more willpower at this point. My initial intention had been just to kiss her like this and leave her with a little of her daddy's spunk on her forehead. She would wake up in the morning with it dried on her forehead and probably not even give a second thought to it as she washed her face in the sink. As I said, I SHOULD have stopped there. However, seeing Richard's cum on her forehead was far more erotic than I'd anticipated and my hand made it's way down between my legs where my swollen clit sent out ripples of electricity through me when my fingers touched it. It wasn't like I'd never been in her room naked before, it was just that I'd never been in her room NUDE. By that I mean being naked for a sexual purpose rather than for some functional reason. I was nude because I wanted to be nude besides my daughter. What I REALLY wanted was for Lisa to be nude as well, our warm bodies pressed tightly together. That wasn't going to happen tonight with Richard home though. It would have been pretty hard to explain should he wake for some reason and wonder where I'd gone to. What excuse could I give for laying in bed naked with our daughter? What I had REALLY been wanting all week was to kiss Lisa. Sure I had fantasies that went a lot further than that, a LOT further. But wanting to kiss her was becoming more than just a fantasy. Yes, I really did WANT to kiss her. Not in that quick smack of a typical mother-daughter peck on the cheek. No, I wanted to kiss my daughter like she was my lover. I wanted to open my mouth and plunge my tongue into her mouth and kiss her with all the passion that was inside of me. For just a second the guardian angel within me tried to make a come-back but the evil demon quickly sent her packing. I was under it's spell and nothing was going to stop me now. I leaned over again and gently put my lips to hers. Her mouth was open just a little bit, just enough for my cum-covered tongue to slip just inside of her lips. God, she tasted SOOOO sweet! I lifted my head a few inches and let some more of her father's cum drip from my mouth. It pooled on her lips and some of it went into her mouth. My heart raced as realized what I had done. My god, I had just given my seven year-old daughter a taste of her daddy's sperm! This wasn't a fantasy anymore, I had actually DONE it! Lisa squirmed a bit and raised her hand to her mouth. My heart stopped as I thought she might somehow wake up but she just rubbed her mouth as it to swat away a fly and then let her hand fall back again. Her lips were even farther apart now if anything and I could see the cum on her teeth that I had just given her. God, she looked so young and sweet, yet at the same time she was now her daddy's little cum slut, even though neither she or her dad knew it! Again, I should have let well enough alone but I had more of Richard's cum in my mouth so I leaned over again and kissed her again, only longer this time. My tongue reached out and ran over her tiny teeth and I could feel the coating of slimy cum on them on my tongue. I let even more cum slip out, allowing a large blob of it to settle on her lips where it slowly dripped into her mouth like this mass of Jell-o that was melting and being devoured by my daughter. It was such an incredibly sexy sight that I thought I would cum without even touching myself, the sight of my daughter essentially eating her dad's cum was enough by itself! This time it must have been too much for her as she choked just a bit as the sperm made it's way down into her throat. Lisa coughed a few times but I noted that in the end, she swallowed down every drop of cum that I had given her. I was so proud of her! My little girl was a natural, a born cum slut. Richard has this nasty habit of falling asleep right after sex and then waking up wanting seconds so I knew I'd better get back before he came looking for me. God, what would he say if he saw what I'd done just done to his daughter! I'm sure he would have been furious but at the same time I couldn't help but dream that maybe he would tell me that rather than give her seconds, why not give it to her straight from the source? With THAT thought in mind, I returned to the bedroom and this time I did rinse out my mouth and brush my teeth. As much as Richard loved to see me take his cum and swallow it, he seemed to HATE the very thought of even touching it, let alone let it near his mouth. I just figured it was some homophobic thing or another. He would refuse to even kiss me until I had cleaned every drop from my mouth. Back in bed, I slipped under covers and nestled in close to my wonderful husband. Reaching down, I held his flaccid cock in my hand and slowly began to stroke it. My efforts were rewarded by the feeling of it twitching as it slowly began to harden. He was sound asleep and had no idea what I was doing. As horny as I was for my husband to fuck me again, thoughts of what I'd just done with our little girl kept intruding in my mind. What if I was to bring her into bed with us now? She could take her father's growing dick in her hand and stroke it and then take it in her mouth like a monstrous popsicle. He was asleep and wouldn't even know it was his daughter instead of his wife that was sucking his cock! My free hand reached between my legs as I continued to stroke Richard but my mind was visualizing my precious Lisa curled up between us, his cock in her mouth like some obscene internet porn video. What would he say when he finally woke and found it wasn't his loving wife that was treating his cock so well but instead his seven year-old daughter? Would it be the fulfillment of a fantasy for him? He had NEVER even made so much as a mention of anything sexual regarding her but did that mean he wasn't thinking about it? After all, I had never hinted in the slightest about my recent nasty dreams yet here I was masturbating while I stroked my husband's cock and wished it was my daughter's mouth on him instead of my hand! "Damn woman, are you STILL horny?" I heard him murmur. Looking up, I saw his eyes were about half-open but a smile was on his face. I felt so much love for him and wanted him so badly! I would do anything to please him. Would he do the same for me? Would he be willing to make my naughty dreams come true, even if those dreams had him doing the most unimaginably nasty things to his own daughter? How far would he go for me? Would he be doing it for me or did he secretly already want her and just needed my permission? "Richard, I want you to fuck me again," I whispered to him, holding his now stiff cock in my hand tightly, "I want your dick back inside of me…I want to feel you cumming inside of me. Oh god, PLEASE fuck me Richard!" I turned on my back and spread my legs for him, offering myself totally to him like some cheap whore on a hotel bed. As tired as he was, he WAS man and what man was going to refuse THIS? As he made his way on top of me, I imagined I was Lisa and tried to think about how she would feel if she saw her father approached her like this. Nude for the first time in front of her daddy, feeling so utterly exposed as her bare smooth pussy was uncovered for her father to soon enjoy. Would she feel fear? Anticipation? Maybe even a little lust? Richard pressed his wonderful cock against my soaking wet pussy and I thought of how Lisa would react if he was pushing his cock up against her tiny pussy. God, she was so small! Could Richard even fit his dick in her? A load moan escaped from my lips as he penetrated me again. As much as I wanted him to fuck me, my mind was thinking more about how Lisa would feel as she felt her pussy being violated by the man she trusted most in the world – her own father. It would have to hurt to be spread open by something so large as his cock yet would it turn to pleasure as he moved in deeper? I looked up at Richard as he had his eyes down at where his dick was fucking me. What would he think seeing his cock disappearing into his daughter. Not only his daughter, but his SEVEN YEAR OLD daughter! Richard kept fucking me, totally unaware that his typical housewife was dreaming of turning him into a pedophile, that she wanted him to commit unspeakable acts of moral depravity, to commit perhaps the greatest crime he could against his own daughter – to violate her sexually. Lisa trusted him explicitly so for him to take her like some cheap little whore would be the ultimate act of betrayal. At the same time, it would the hottest thing I could imagine him ever doing! "Oh Maria!" he gasped as he plunged his swollen dick into my pussy as far as he could drive it in me. He paused and then I felt the first gush of his warm cum entering me as his dick erupted like a sperm fountain. OMG, why couldn't he be cumming in Lisa instead? How would he react when he felt his sperm filling his tiny daughter's pussy for the first time? What would his thoughts be as he felt himself mating his daughter? Richard collapsed on me, barely keeping his full weight off of me with his elbows. As we laid there, coupled together as husband and wife, I felt such an overwhelming love for my husband. Why not tell him how I had been feeling lately? If anyone could, he would understand me. In my dreams Richard would listen to my desires and then smile at me and promise to make them come true just to please me. As I felt his dick throbbing me, I knew I could trust him totally, that nothing I could say to him would change his love for me. "Richard?" I started to say. I paused as I gathered my strength and courage to tell him what I had been dreaming about. "Hey baby, can we talk about it later? God, I really need to get some shut-eye if I'm going to catch that flight tomorrow morning." Damn, talk about bursting your bubble! OMG, I had been seconds away from telling my wonderful husband that I wanted him to abuse our daughter! Was I crazy? Was I insane? As I felt his dick pull out of my cum-filled pussy, my heart pounded in my chest as I realized just how close I'd come to possibly destroying our marriage. How could I have ever thought that this wonderful, loving husband and father would ever agree to do the horrible things that I had been dreaming about? Richard was too kind, too moral, too much a loving husband and father to ever do such a thing to Lisa. As Richard turned over on his side, facing away from me, I stayed on my back, my legs back together now but my pussy still pulsing with my horniness. True, my husband had just fucked me wonderfully, but somehow it wasn't enough. After all my nasty dreams and masturbation sessions in the past week, my expectations had been so high that merely having his dick in me just didn't seem to be what it had been in the past. I needed more! My hands covered my face as I battled the thoughts in my head. How could I be doing this? I had a wonderful marriage, two beautiful little girls, and a great life. How could any woman be so stupid as to throw that all away, especially considering what I wanted to throw it away for? Thoughts of Lisa's sleeping face, so innocent but now covered with the sperm of her father, filled my head. My god, how could I have done THAT? I felt a panic tighten my chest. Should I go to her room and clean her off? What if she woke up and came into our room and Richard saw his cum dried on her forehead? How could I have been so stupid? It was one thing to dream about such things and masturbate, but I'd gone over the line and actually kissed my own daughter with a mouthful of her father's cum! God, was I really THAT depraved, that horrible of a mother? I imagined my face on the evening news with headlines screaming "Perverted mother violates seven year-old handicapped daughter". Everyone I knew would look at me as if I was some monster, even my own husband who would surely divorce me and take my daughter away from me like I was some evil monster. Yes, this HAD to stop – NOW, before I did something really bad (as if dripping my husband's fresh cum on your daughter's mouth wasn't bad enough already!) Somewhere along the line I must have fallen sleep as next thing I knew Richard was bending over me, kissing me on the forehead and smiling down at me. He was in his business suit and I saw the suitcase at the door. "See you in a week darling," he said softly, "God I love you SO much!" Every bone in my body wanted to beg him not to go. At that moment I needed him SO badly. Not just sexually, although a morning fuck wouldn't have been too bad right then, but I needed his strength and morality. I knew what had to be done and my fear was that without his support, even if he wasn't aware of it, I might not be able to do it on my own. "Hey, are you going to be OK?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice as he must have detected some of the worry within me. "Don't worry honey, I'll be fine," I assured him. Sure I would. His perverted wife would be just fine. Yeah right, I knew better than that. "Say goodbye to the girls for me, I don't want to wake them." My heart skipped a beat as I realized what a bullet I had just dodged. Undoubtedly he would have gone in their rooms and given them his usual goodbye peck on their foreheads. OMG, what if he had done that to Lisa this morning? Would the cum I left on her forehead be visible? Would he have tasted it against his lips? We hugged one last time and he was out the door, leaving me behind naked in bed. Suddenly I pulled myself into a fetal position, my pussy was almost cramping from the sudden craving within it. It wasn't so much I wanted to be fucked, it was like with Richard gone the little demon on my shoulder wasn't wasting any time. Really, was I THAT weak? Couldn't I have lasted even an hour with my resolution to fight this immorality within me? God, what was WRONG with me? Was this the type of woman, the type of mother that I REALLY was? With the covers over me, I started masturbating furiously. Now it wasn't just Richard fucking her, it was her grandfather joining in, father and son joining to violate my little girl. Incredibly, she was taking them both, her dad on her pussy and her grandfather in her ass! She was so small yet she was taking on these two men like a professional whore. If only she could speak and tell me how it felt to have them fuck her! So engrossed was I with my fantasy that I didn't notice the little figure entering my room. It wasn't until the covers were tugged that I opened my eyes and was shocked to see little Lisa standing at the edge of the bed looking at me. Of course, she would have no idea what I was doing to myself under covers, and certainly not a clue about WHY I was doing it. Even so, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty, almost like I when I was caught exploring myself by my mom back when I was twelve. "It's OK, come here baby," I said, reaching out to her. Of course, she couldn't hear what I was saying but she was getting better at reading lips and my gestures and expression told her all she needed to know. Lisa climbed in bed with me, still holding her little bear under her arm. I could tell she wanted under covers with me so I lifted them up and let her snuggle up against me. The fact that I was naked didn't seem to even register as she pressed her back and butt up against my breasts and stomach. After seven years I still half-expected to hear her tell me something but the room was silent - as it always was with her. Putting my arm around her, I pulled her in tightly to me, nuzzling my face in her messed-up hair. My heart almost broke as I held my darling daughter to my bosom. She was already asleep once again, safe and secure in her mother's arms. Was she REALLY so safe and secure? Would any sane person allow her to be alone in bed with a naked woman who wanted nothing more than to see her be fucked by her own father? I'd always considered myself a good mother, even during those times when her handicap became so frustrating. What had happened to me? Was it the fault of the Internet or was that just an excuse for me to release whatever it was inside of me that I'd evidently been hiding all these years? When Lisa crawled in bed with me my first thoughts were that I would NOT think bad things about her and I would NOT do anything with her that a mother shouldn't do to her daughter. Well, THAT lasted all of about one minute as I felt her warm little body pressed against mine. Mmmmmm, I wished she wasn't wearing those pajamas! Really, since I was naked was it wrong for her to be as well? With that rationalization in mind, I reached in front of her and unbuttoned her top and then pulled her arms from it, leaving her topless although the description really didn't seem right to apply to a flat-chested seven-year-old! She stirred and I knew she wasn't sleeping anymore but she made no effort to resist me. Then again, why should she? I WAS her mother after all! Likewise, she didn't hardly move as I pulled her PJ bottoms down and off her thin little legs, followed by her cotton panties. My little Lisa was now naked under the covers with me. We had bathed together in the past but I even when I helped wash her flat chest and smooth little girl pussy, I hadn't thought anything of her in sexual terms. After all, that would have been perverted, or at least it would have been to the woman I was not so long ago. That person was gone now, replaced by someone I scarcely recognized. This woman felt her daughter's bare body against her own and her pussy began to respond as it never had with her daughter before. My sensible mind hadn't retreated entirely. I could hear it screaming at me in the distance, telling me to stop now before I did something so terrible it could never be forgiven. As my hands caressed Lisa's smooth thin legs, that voice became fainter until finally it was silenced. Was it REALLY so bad to touch my daughter like this? What was wrong with a mother wanting to pleasure herself with her daughter? Why should I hold back from expressing my true feelings for Lisa? Just because she was only seven, did that mean she couldn't enjoy it as well? She was MY daughter, after all, so who had the right to tell me what I could and could not do to her? I loved her and would never hurt her so why not enjoy being with her? The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that what I wanted to do with Lisa wasn't wrong. Heck, if anything it was the RIGHT thing to do. Amazingly, one by one I rationalized everything, every nasty desire and craving. All feelings of guilt vanished, replaced by the most incredibly intense feelings of sexual lust for my daughter. I had never felt this way about anyone before, not even Richard. It was almost animal-like, raw instinct triumphing over rational thought. It was the most purest of emotions a mother could have, this craving to be close to her daughter in every conceivable way, even in every so- called perverted and so-called immoral way. Actually, that is wrong to say. What could be perverted about a mother's love for her daughter, regardless of what form it took? What was immoral about my desires for her, even though she was only seven? I was her mother so how could anything I wanted to do with her be wrong? My hand moved up her smooth outer thigh until I was caressing her thin little hips. Moving downward, my hand covered her little tummy and it felt so smooth and soft. Slowly, ever so slowly, my fingers worked their way down her tiny body until my hand was cupping her warm crotch. I really wasn't playing with her, just holding her. My heart raced as I waited for her response. Would she try to pull my hand away? Would she want more? Actually, there was no response from Lisa at all. I saw her eyes blinking and I knew she was fully awake. What was she thinking? God, I wished so badly that she could tell me. Her sign language vocabulary wasn't sufficient to describe the things she must have been feeling now. What I would have given to hear her tell me she liked it, that it was OK to do this, that she wanted her mother to keep fondling her like some teenage boy in the backseat with his girlfriend. As much as I wanted to explore her pussy, I let my hand move back up against, over her stomach to her tiny nipples on her smooth flat chest. I fondled them, trying to remember when I was her age how it felt to play with my nipples. Certainly my mother had never touched mine when I was just seven! Someday Lisa would grow and mature and the flatness would be replaced with perky teen boobs. I couldn't wait to watch her grow up, to help her with her first bra, to feel them as they grew a little more every day. Lisa became restless, apparently not understanding what I was doing. I relaxed my arm around her to allow her to do what she wanted and so she flipped herself over until she was now facing me. I pulled her up against me once again and her face pressed against my breasts. I recalled how it felt when she fed from these same breasts as a baby. Mmmmmm, I wanted her to suck them once again, but this time not for my milk but to make me feel good. As I ran my fingertips along her bare back, I couldn't help but move a little lower with each stroke until I was fondling her tiny little naked ass. It was so small and smooth! My hand, as small as it is compared to Richard's, was able to cup an entire butt cheek easily. I felt my pussy tingle as I squeezed her ass slightly, feeling the tightness of her little bare bottom in my hand. God, I wished my ass could be that tight again! I mean, it's not like mine is all that flabby but age and gravity take their toll on everyone. It felt strange to touch her in this way, to hold her ass with sexual intent like I was some pervert in the mall. Lisa squirmed a little as I rubbed her cute ass a little harder. She didn't seem to be trying to stop me, but was rather probably trying to figure out what her mommy was doing to her! Emboldened by her reaction (or lack of it), my finger ran down between her tight little butt crack until my fingertip pressed against her tiny asshole. Without even thinking about it, I pressed my fingertip up against it and felt the firm resistance of her tight ass. When I tried pushing a little harder, Lisa tensed in my arms and I knew she wasn't sure about what was happening so for the moment I moved my hand away from her butt and went back to scratching her back. Before I could go further, the alarm clock went off and it was time to get the girls off to school. Seeing Lisa lead her little sister down the sidewalk to their school, which fortunately was just a block away, I wondered how many fathers AMD mothers saw them in their cute little blue plaid uniforms and thought about them the way I was feeling. With the girls gone, I had the house to myself. There were a million chores for me to do but I couldn't concentrate on any of them. I found myself pacing the house, moving from room to room like a tiger caged in a zoo. In my heart, I knew what I SHOULD be doing but my head was filled with nasty thoughts and images that seemed to grow stronger and more vivid every day. Torn between reality and fantasy, it was like I just wavered in between, unable to accomplish anything one way or the other. Finally I found myself in front of the computer, staring at the dark screen like it was a dead skunk that someone had left behind. This is where it has all started. It wasn't my fault at all. The computer was responsible for my dilemma, my degradation into this dark world of depravity and lust. Still, I couldn't help but feel this intense desire to get back on-line again. I couldn't wait to discuss with a real person all the things I didn't dare say to a friend or even my husband. Turning on the computer, I felt my pussy warming in anticipation. Logging into an incest chat room, it didn't take long before I was inundated with men wanting to chat with me. The first couple of guys were the typical illiterate perverts who couldn't string two thoughts together if their lives depended on it and so I quickly ignored them and moved on. Finally, I started discussing incest with some guy who claimed to be from the UK and was fucking his two teenage daughters. From what little past experience I had, I took such claims with a grain of salt but it was still exciting to talk about it as if it WAS real. He asked me about my desires and I explained how I wanted my husband to abuse our seven year-old deaf and mute daughter. To my surprise, he responded in all caps, telling me I was disgusting and should be turned into the police as being unfit to be a mother. After quickly closing that chat window, I sat there with the mouse in hand, trembling. Was he right? God, even on a sight where perversion was suppose to be normal, I was being called a pervert – and by a guy who claimed to be fucking his own teen daughters! My thoughts were interrupted by another guy and this time when I explained my situation I got the opposite response. He also claimed to have a young daughter whom he had wanted to fuck but never had the courage. He even sent me a couple of family photo showing him, his wife and his daughter, who looked to be about Lisa's age or slightly older. I told him my fears about Richard, about how I worried what he would say if he knew what his wife wanted him to do to his daughter. The guy responded back telling me that I should be honest with him, that almost every guy he knew that was honest about it harbored such thoughts about his daughter. The difference was that most men, like him, didn't have the support of their wives and thus could never act on their impulses. He told me how much he wished he had a wife like me who would allow him to take their daughter and fuck her. As we chatted, I wondered if he was right. Did Richard secretly feel lust for Lisa but he never let on because he thought I would be outraged? Did he masturbate when he as out of town, calling out her name instead of mine, dreaming of fucking his little girl instead of his wife? Did he just need me to give him permission? Was that all there was to it? Could it really be THAT easy? He asked me for a photo of Lisa so I sent him one of her in her school uniform. Them he asked me if he could turn on his cam for me so I could watch him masturbate to Lisa's picture. He called it a "tribute" which was new for me but evidently something more common than I thought, at least among the perverts on the Internet. It sounded interesting so I accepted his invite and next thing I knew this guy about forty years old or so was looking at me, completely naked in front of his cam. The room behind him looked like any ordinary house, with toys and photos on shelves around him. He held up a picture of his daughter who looked to be terribly cute. Then my eyes widened as he rubbed his dick on her picture, pressing the tip of his cock against her mouth as if he as imagining her sucking her dad's dick. As if that wasn't hot enough, he reached over to where his printer must have been and held up one of the photo of Lisa that I had sent him. My heart pounded as I realized what I'd done. I'd sent a photo of my own daughter to some pervert located God knows where for him to get off with! This wasn't him downloading some photo of someone from some anonymous website, this was my Lisa, my little girl! It wasn't like I could take it back either. What would he do with it? My robe fell to the floor as I began to masturbate as I watched him start to stroke himself in front of his cam for me. He was holding the photo of Lisa in one hand and jerking his cock with the other. It was unbelievable to see a REAL guy jerking off looking at my little girl! So many times lately I had imagined some guy doing that to her for real and now it was right in front of me. God, imagine if Lisa had actually been there with him! One thing I liked about dicks – they never lied. This guy was hard and he was looking at my Lisa so he must have really wanted her! Eventually he came and when he did he stood up and let his cum fall onto the picture in front of him. Without thinking about it, I captured some screen shots of him cumming and then of the cum piling up on her photo. Some of the close-ups showed where he used his dick to spread his cum all over the face of my beautiful little girl. Lord knows why I took them as I didn't know if I would ever have the courage to look at them again. It just felt hot to save them, more because he WAS cumming on my Lisa than anything else. Had he jerked off to some internet whore, or anyone lese for that matter, it wouldn't have been a turn-on but here he was, a REAL guy jerking off as he dreamed of fucking my daughter!!!! When he was done he signed off and I leaned back in the chair and played with myself. I opened up the screen images I'd captured and marveled at what had just happened. She was only seven years old and yet this guy wanted to fuck her – for real! Seeing the globs of his cum on her picture, I knew what I really wanted. Oh yeas, what I really wanted was to see her REAL face with her father's cum spread all over it. Needless to say, I was hooked. Not a dish was washed or a single outfit cleaned as I spent the entire day on-line, looking for guys to cam for me and stroke themselves looking at Lisa. I was amazed at how many men were willing to do this. My god, were all men really THIS perverted? By the time the girls got home, I have dozens of photos from seven guys who had masturbated for me using my daughter as the object of their lust. It was like a while new world had opened for me. As the day went on, I got braver and even sent out a few "naughtier" pics for them to cum on. Nothing nude, just a little more "exposure" of Lisa in a swim suit or in the bath tub, facing away from the camera. Time passed quickly and before I knew it, it was time for the girls to be home so I quickly cleaned myself off and finally got dressed for the day. God, when was the last time I'd stayed nude for the entire day? I couldn't even remember how many times I'd masturbated, but it had to be a record. My pussy was actually a bit sore from all the non-stop rubbing throughout the day. Lisa and Sarah bounded in the door from school, happy and cheerful as they usually were. The rest of the evening was rather uneventful and soon it was time for them to go to bed. Before that their father called and we all talked to him for almost half an hour. I was there last to say goodnight to Richard and scooted the girls to their bedroom before saying goodnight to him. "I miss you Richard," I purred in the phone, "Actually, my pussy misses you most." There was nothing but silence on the phone. In Richard's defense, phone sex was NOT one of my normal conversation topics with him and he must have wondered if somehow he had been transferred to a phone sex line. "Ummmmm, really?" he finally managed to respond with. "Mmmmmm, I'm playing with myself now thinking about how you fucked me last night." The poor guy; in all our years of marriage I'd NEVER said anything that direct to him over the phone. Heck, I hardly said anything like that to his face! "Well, I hope you are enjoying yourself then," he finally said, as if he didn't know what else to say. "Mmmmmm, I will Richard. I hope you do the same. I hope you jerk yourself off thinking about me touching myself tonight." He didn't respond to THAT one at all, instead he said he loved me and hung up. I could only imagine what he was thinking. He must have thought I was out of my mind! Although there have been a few times I've managed to get him to touch himself when were having sex, alcohol was generally involved as well. I knew Richard masturbated, the evidence was in the towels and tissues he would sometimes forget to put away when he left the bathroom. However, it was never a subject for conversation as he was clearly uncomfortable with the subject. I was pretty sure he would be masturbating in his hotel room. The question in my mind was, WHO was he thinking about when her jerked himself off – his wife or his daughter? After hanging up I was feeling horny – again. You would have thought after a day of practically non-stop masturbation that I would've had enough by now but that wasn't the case. I felt just as horny as I had when I first woke up this morning. The heck with a nightgown, I stripped and went to bed nude, something I rarely did on my own. I could've gone on all night had my pussy had anything to do with it, but eventually I fell asleep totally exhausted, stinking of sweat and pussy cum. In the middle for the night I woke to find the room pitch black. The damn nightlight must have burned out again. I was about to turn over and go back to sleep when I felt something next to me. Reaching out, I recognized immediately what it was. For some reason, Lisa had snuck back in bed with me again. That wasn't totally surprising as she often did that when her dad was away. What WAS different was what I did NOT feel – her pajamas! The little girl had removed her pajamas before getting into bed with me and now her warm little body was pressed up tight against mine. I guess after the last time she must have thought that I wanted her to be like that. Between the darkness of the room and the covers, I couldn't see her at all. All I could feel was her warm little body against mine. She must have been laying towards me as when I reached out for her and put my arm around her, my hand landed perfectly on her tight little seven-year old ass. It felt amazing sensual. Considering she was only seven, skinny as a rail and as flat as board, she had an incredible cute butt, almost out of place when compared to the immaturity of the rest of her body. Surprisingly, she wiggled it just a little. God, the little tease! It was if she was daring me to go further although I doubted in reality she had any idea the effect her ass was having on my pussy. As if I wasn't surprised enough, I felt her pull up tighter against me until she could reach around my waist and next thing I knew she had her hand on MY ass! The little vixen! Deep down I knew she was just mimicking her mother's actions, no different than when I gave her a bowl and mix for herself when I was cooking so she could follow along with me. My curiosity arose along with the level of horniness in me. Just what else would she try and mimic? Taking my hand off her butt, I pulled my arm down alongside of me so I could touch her flat little chest. Her tiny nipples felt like little bumps under my fingers as I toyed with them gently. Sure enough, my little copycat did the same, except she had a lot more to feel than I did! Nobody beside Richard had caressed my boobs for over ten years now and to think that it would be my seven year-old daughter that would be the next would have been unthinkable to me just a couple of weeks ago. Now it just seemed like them most natural thin in the world for us to do – touching each other, exploring like two kids playing doctor. Lisa obviously had no idea what she was doing and her hand just toyed with my boob like it was one of her stuffed animals. It wasn't WHAT she was doing, though, that had me turned on. No, it was that she was doing it at all that was so exciting. I pulled her head in towards my boobs, pressing my nipples against her lips. At first she kept them tightly shut, probably not understanding what I was trying to get her to do. If only she could hear me, if only she could hear her mother whisper for her to suck her mommy's hard nipples. I cupped my boob in my hand, pressing it up against her closed mouth. It took a while but finally she seemed to understand what I wanted. I felt her lips part and then she gingerly took my nipple between them. My god, it felt incredible! My daughter was sucking my breast and I loved it! Her lips took my hard nipple and tugged on them, sending ripples of pleasure through me. God, did she have any idea at all how good she was making me feel? The darkness was killing me. I HAD to see this! Reaching back, I had to momentarily pull my breasts away from her suckling mouth to reach behind me for the lamp next to my bed. I turned it on low which gave the room plenty of light without the glare of full brightness. Turning back, I looked down and finally saw my daughter's face looking up at me. She was practically beaming she seemed so happy. Even though she undoubtedly didn't understand what she was doing from a sexual perspective, she was a very bright girl and picked up on people's emotions and feelings quickly. Somehow she sensed she was making me happy and like any seven year-old, she was thrilled that she could do something that made her mom happy. My fingers ran through her short blonde hair as she moved back towards my boobs and began to suck on the again like a baby calf. She looked so beautiful, so sweet, so innocent that I could hardly believe it was really happening. As she sucked gently on my boob, my moral defenses caved once and for all. Any remnant of decency and morality was pushed aside as I lusted for her more now than even in some of my most wicked dreams to date. It was no longer a dream or a fantasy. My little girl was in bed with me for real, naked and nursing on me. My hand practically trembled as I reached between her legs. Instinct seemed to take over as she lifted it enough for my hand to reach between her thoughts and once again I was cupping her sweet little pussy. This time I wasn't going to stop at just feeling my palm against her crotch though. My index finger began to run up and down her undeveloped pussy slit, slowly working its way down in between them. Lisa, realizing that her mom was touching her in her private place, a place we had told her nobody else should touch or look at, instinctively started to pull away. Well, there would be none of THAT! I wasn't going to go this far and then retreat. No, she was going to do as I told her, pleasure me, service me, whatever I wanted her to do. I was her mother and she was my daughter and she was going to listen to her mother tell her what to do – or least, in Lisa's case, show her what to do. She was the one who had slipped in bed naked with me. She was the one who allowed me to touch her and caress her ass. Well, she wasn't going to stop me now, No, she was going to be my little slut, my little seven year-old whore. Any shreds of doubt and remorse were long gone by now. I knew what I wanted from her – and what she had to give anyone else I wanted her to as well, including her father. I suppose later I would look back at this moment and realize that it, more than any other time, symbolized the change in how our loves are today compared to just a short couple of weeks before. Yes, I had been dreaming of her, fantasizing the most naughtiest things a mother could dream about her daughter, especially one that was only seven years old. True, I had dribbled some cum in her mouth but she didn't remember any of that. And yes, I had touched her a little inappropriately but still, nothing that would have convicted me to a jail term. Guilt as charged for giving her photos to Internet perverts to pay their "tributes" to and lord knows where else those photos may someday end up. Even after all that I had done and fantasized, I could have stopped what I was doing and for all practical purposes, no harm, no foul. It was at this moment I truly crossed the line. It was this precise instant that I went from just being a horny mother with a terribly nasty imagination to a full-blown pedophile. Am I ashamed of that title? Well, maybe if I was lurking at playgrounds and abusing any young child that came along. That wasn't the case here. We're talking about my daughter, my flesh and blood. Sure she is young and yes, some people might call it child abuse to take advantage of her innocence and naivety. True, handled wrong it could have been an abuse of my parental duties over someone who trusted me implicitly with everything in her life. It all didn't matter. It was time to make Lisa my little lover. I deserved it, after all, for all I had to put with over the years having to deal with her handicaps. She owed it to me so why shouldn't I demand what I was due? I pulled my hand away momentarily to lick my finger and wet it. I quickly replaced it on her little pussy and started to press it into her little pussy hole. It was like trying to push your finger through a knothole. Sure it was there and you could feel it, but it wasn't going to stretch out voluntarily. Well, if it wasn't going to give in on it's own, I would just have to convince it otherwise. Reaching behind me once again, I grabbed my trusty tube of vaginal lubricant. OK, I'm not sixteen anymore and sometimes a gal needs a little help so no comments are necessary. Reaching behind Lisa, I poured some out onto my hand and quickly applied it to her pussy before the slippery stuff spilled all over the sheets. It was like covering her with oil except it smelled nice and, most importantly, tasted good as well. I sometimes used it to give Richard a hand job and at the end I always use my mouth no matter what so it was important to be good tasting! The lubricant made Lisa's little bare pussy slippery as an oil spill. My finger now was able to easily slip in her pussy, at least up to the first knuckle. It was so incredibly tight! God, if it was so difficult to force my finger into her, how would Richard ever get his hard dick inside? Lisa squirmed and I saw her looking down between her legs, undoubtedly wondering what her mommy was doing to her. At her age, I doubted that she felt any sexual tendencies although just the massaging of my finger in her should have felt good just by itself, especially with all the oil lubricating her, no different than scratching her back. As I fondled her, it seemed impossible that I could actually be doing this, that I was fingering my daughter's little pussy like some perverted sex maniac. Well, maybe that's what I was. Then again, wasn't my daughter simply proving what a little slut she actually was? Like her mom, did she have her own inner demons, just waiting to be released? After all, here she was, laying naked by me with her mouth on my breast, letting her mother slowly draw her finger in and out of her tiny little pussy. Indeed, she really wasn't so innocent after all. Perhaps whatever it was that had waited 34 years to emerge in me was in her as well. What if my mom had fingered my pussy when I was only seven? What would I have turned into had my repressed sexual urges been released so much earlier in my life. Yes, more than ever I was now convinced that was I was doing was right. She deserved what I was doing to her and I deserved it as well. With my finger now covered in oil, I took it from her pussy and moved down just enough to where it was now pressing against her tight little asshole and pushed – hard. Lisa couldn't say anything but the air rushed from her as her chest tightened from the sudden pressure (and pain?) as my finger forced it's way into her virgin asshole. I didn't go too far in, just an inch or so, but her ass clamped down on my finger like a vise! She let go of my nipple and I saw her grimace but she didn't try to stop me. I don't know if she just feared what I might do if she tried to pull my finger out or what, but whatever it was she just panted and squeezed her eyes shut as I toyed with her little ass. I didn't want to push her too far the first time so after a while I took my finger out of her and held her tight to me. I felt such joy and love in my heart for her! She was more than my daughter now, she was mine in every way, every way I could desire or imagine. Yes, my daughter was no my little slut, my little whore! I had a week before Richard would be back home and I put it to good use. Each night Lisa came to my bed like the obedient little slut I was training her to be. She knew better than to get into bed with any clothes on after I spanked her lightly the next night when she tried to keep them on. Each night we would start out kissing and touching each other. As the week progressed I had her touch me and explore my pussy. Her hand was so small she once put it completely inside of me without much trouble! It wasn't until the third night that I got the courage to lick her pussy for the first time. She had been sucking my nipples again (it was like she was a baby again and couldn't get enough of them it seemed). I gently rolled her over on her back and pushed her arms down to her sides. Then I put one hand on each knee and spread her legs apart. I could see the questioning look on her face as I lowered my head to her crotch and let my tongue lightly run over her baby soft pussy. God she tasted so good! It not nearly as strong as my own pussy, almost tasteless even. Her small bump of the promise of a future clit didn't respond the way I knew it would in a few years, but she seemed to enjoy it anyway. Of course, my little monkey had to mimic everything her mom did so no sooner than I took my face from her pussy than Lisa was gesturing towards my pussy, signaling to me that she wanted to lick me too. What can I say? As much as I love being eaten by Richard, there was just something so much more erotic about seeing my little girl between my legs, her tiny tongue playing on my pussy. I taught her where my clit was and how to lick it and it didn't take long for my little whore of a daughter to learn quickly how to bring her mom to a climax. Yep, it had to be in the genes! During the day when the girls were in school, instead of doing housework I found myself almost glued to the computer. I had developed several "friendships" with a number of men who seemed to be waiting every day for the latest update on me and Lisa. God, what did these men do that they had so much time on their hands? All of them had cams as that was part of my "selection" process and each day I would send them more photos of Lisa for them to cum on. I acquired quite a collection during the week! For the first few days I just sent them pics of Lisa in her school uniform, shorts, or other "family" pics. Of course, my perverted internet "fans" clamored for something more revealing and finally I caved in to them after one particularly special day when I must have cum half a dozen times watching them masturbate to Lisa and telling me how much they wanted to fuck my little daughter. That night when Lisa came to my room I took out our digital camera and took a bunch of naughty photos of her. Some of them were just teasers, photos of her from behind or with her hands covering her. I also took some of her touching herself and spreading her legs apart wide to give a good view of her tiny bare pussy. The response, as you might imagine, was tremendous. My friends all got so hard looking at my daughter nude that a couple of them hardly had to stroke at all before they came. I don't think they realized that all the while I was gathering quite a collection of screen captures of each of them as they jerked off to my daughter. The last night before Richard was due home, I took yet another step and this time I took some shots of Lisa licking my pussy and boobs. Even if "my guys" weren't turned on (of course they were), I was soaking wet before I was done. Of course, I had nothing to be concerned about as you should have seen the faces on their cams when they saw what I had for them. It was like a kid looking in the store window at Christmas. The next day I frantically cleaned the house and did laundry. God, the place was a disaster! Normally I was a fanatic about keeping the house in order so what would Richard think if he came home and found the place a wreck? There was no problem, though, as I had everything back in shape well before he came in the door, carrying flowers for me and kissing me as soon as I all but jumped in his arms. "Wow, that was quite the greeting!" he exclaimed, "Somebody miss me?" I grabbed him by the crotch and gave him a devilish smile saying, "What I REALLY missed was your dick! Give it to me!" Richard practically choked at my unexpected words. Never had I ever greeted him with anything even remotely like that. It may sound tame to some people, but for me it was totally unexpected for him. "Damn, maybe I need to go out of town more often!" "Why don't you just shut up and fuck me?" I whispered huskily in his ear, rubbing his cock through my hands. "What about the girls?" he asked, looking around for them. "They're watching TV or whatever - but who cares? C'mon, fuck me now," I practically begged him. I practically tore his clothes off as he seemed almost in shock at this hellcat his wife had turned into while he was gone. What I really wanted was for him to fuck me right there, right at the front door entrance but he was afraid that the girls might come in and see us. What would he have said had he known that such a thing was exactly what I was hoping WOULD happen? Indeed, he seemed almost overwhelmed by me as it was as I literally fucked him for the first time rather than him fucking me - if you get what I mean. After he had cum in my pussy, we laid in bed next to each other. He was on his back while I was laying at his side with one leg draped over him and my boobs pushed against his side. My free hand was holding his cock, flaccid now but still a joy for me to hold and caress. "Damn, what the hell was THAT all about?" he whispered hoarsely, still panting to try and get his breath. He didn't sound angry, just curious. "I thought you might like it if I took the initiative for once," I answered, "Was that OK?" "Shit baby, you can do that ANY time you want!" he gasped. My heart pounded as I debated whether or not to tell him just WHY I was so incredibly horny. He had taken many business trips in the past and never been greeted by his wife this way before. Would he understand if I told him what made the difference this time? How do you start out such a discussion? "Guess what honey? The reason I was so hot for you was I spent the whole last week masturbating and fondling our seven year-old daughter," just didn't seem right somehow. OK, so I chickened out. As badly as I wanted Richard to share my growing relationship with Lisa, it terrified me to think what might happen if he didn't respond as I had hoped. Once Richard fell asleep, I carefully slipped out of bed and threw on a robe. The girls were watching TV in the family room so I took Lisa by the hand and led her to her bedroom. Once there, I sat on the bed and put my hands on her shoulders, pushing her down so that she would kneel in front of me. Opening my robe, I spread my legs and pointed at my pussy. Lisa looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and smiled. It was amazing how quickly she had learned what made her mommy happy! Leaning back on her bed on my hands, I watched as my little girl leaned forward and without any hesitation whatsoever, started to lick my freshly fucked pussy. My clit was still sensitive after being fucked by Richard and when her tongue touched it I thought I would scream with the intensity of the feelings it created inside of me. God, if only I had the courage to ask Richard to join us, to see his daughter as she licked her father's cum from my pussy like a little kitten drinking milk from a bowel. Lisa seemed to like it, or at least she didn't make any indication that she didn't like the gooey cum that was dripping from my pussy. I could have let her lick me all day, and I think she WOULD have if I made her, but with Richard home that wasn't possible – not yet at least. I lifted her up and kissed her full on the lips. The taste of my pussy on her mouth mixed with her daddy's cum was so erotic. I started to take her to the bathroom to wash off but then a dirty thought came to mind and I just motioned for her to go back to her sister and watch TV. The sight of her watching TV with Sarah, her face covered in her parent's cum, aroused me as I never would have thought possible. Back in our bedroom, I nestled in close to my wonderful husband again, my hand once again holding his cock and feeling the warmth of his crotch. Whether Richard knew it to not, when he awoke he was going to fuck me again, THAT was for certain! The only question remaining was would he fuck Lisa? Deep in my heart I knew it would come down to that. I couldn't keep my lust for her a secret forever so sooner or later Richard would have to find out and make a decision. Would he divorce me or would he be thrilled that finally he could let out his secret desires? Well, there was only one way to find out... Chapter 2 - My Husband Is Now a Pedophile ========================================= In Chapter 1, I explained how I made the transition from your everyday housewife and mom to a sexual deviant, starting with chatting on the Internet to lusting for my daughter until finally I violated my own daughter. My dream was to get my husband involved… Each day it was becoming harder and harder to hide my thoughts from my husband. In the first place, it just wasn't natural for me to hide ANYTHING from Richard. I loved him and over our nine years of marriage, had always been truthful and faithful to him. It was hard enough to hide his Christmas present so you can imagine what an internal battle was raging within me as I kept my desires for our daughter to myself. As much as I wanted Richard to take our daughter and ravage her like the little slut I could tell she would someday be, I also feared that by some strange fluke he might be just what he had always portrayed himself to be – a straight, honorable, ethical man who was a loving and devoted husband as well as the most perfect father a daughter could ask for. What made me so sure he was hiding anything beneath it all? Just because it turned out to be the case for me, did that mean Richard was suppressing his true desires as well, even if he didn't even realize that he was? Sure Richard had never even hinted at anything remotely associated with incest, but then neither had I and look what had happened to me in the past month or so! Who in the neighborhood or at church would believe it if they knew I was having sex regularly with our seven-year old daughter? How would they look at me if they knew I slept nude with her when Richard was away on business, holding her tiny warm naked body tight against me as I masturbated? Did any of the women I met with at PTA or church also have the taste of their daughter's pussy fresh in their mouth when they left home? Richard had been home over a week now since I had started having oral sex with Lisa. Being deaf and unable to speak, I had a hard time getting Lisa to understand that she couldn't slip in bed nude with me or why she couldn't touch me when her daddy was home. There had been a couple of close calls indeed at the start of the week. Fortunately, I doubt Richard had even the slightest clue what the real story was with Lisa and me so it wasn't like he was looking for anything either. Richard, of course, had no clue why his adoring wife was so horny all the time for his dick since he got home but it wasn't like he was complaining. One night in bed, after a ferocious round of love-making, we were laying in each others arms, still nude with his flaccid cock pressed up against my stomach. He was sound asleep while I was basking in the afterglow of my husband's wonderful fucking of me when I felt the bed move and something up behind me. I looked over my shoulder and to my surprise, Lisa had moved in behind me. Then goose bumps raised over every inch of me as I realized she was naked as a newborn! Evidently our last "discussion" hadn't gotten through to her like I thought it had. Lisa, of course, didn't make a sound an she just nuzzled up against my back, her arm around me as she buried her head against me and fell asleep. I debated what to do and in the end figured to just let things go as they were. Odds were Lisa would wake up and go back to her own bed without Richard ever knowing. Even if he DID find her in bed with us, I could just explain it away as some new child raising issue we were facing. With my head in his hairy chest, I took Richard's dick in my hand and just held it. Sometimes that was all I wanted, just to feel the warmth and softness of his dick in my hand. I had quite forgotten about the third resident in our bed when I felt Richard stir. His arm reached out to wrap around me and in the process, I think he got more than he bargained for. "What the….?" I heard him gasp. Obviously, the idea that what he was feeling might be his daughter was probably the furthest thing from his mind. I felt his arm move over me as he ran his hands over whatever it was that he was feeling in bed with us? "Lisa?" From the tone of his voice, it was more a question for me than anything to her, even if she could have heard him. "Marie, what the hell is Lisa doing in bed with us?" he whispered to me. There was a pause and I felt his hand retract like he had touched a cactus as he recognized what it was he had been fondling. "And why isn't she wearing her pajamas?" he practically hissed at me. "It's OK Richard, I've been letting her sleep with me while you've been gone and I guess she just felt she needed to do it tonight again for some reason." "You sleep NAKED with her?" he practically gasped. "Well… why not?" I said, turning the table on him. It was at that moment when I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. How long could I go on leading a double life. How long could I pretend to be the same old naïve housewife that Richard apparently thought I was when I knew now that I was much more than that in reality? Sooner or later he was going to find out what I was doing with Lisa and better to find out like this than to catch us in the act. As many times as I had imagined this very moment, as many times as I had rehearsed what I would say, I was tongue-tied. I knew Richard loved me and I loved him more than anything in the world but was that enough to overcome his possible revulsion at what I had been doing with Lisa? On the other hand, what lurid thoughts lurked in the dark recesses of his fantasy world? Was he secretly wishing now he had felt up Lisa more while he had the chance, when he could claim he thought it was my ass he was fondling, not his daughters? Of course, I only WISHED my ass was as tiny as Lisa's but at least he had SOME excuse. In the meantime, Richard was still appearing to have a hard time with me sleeping naked with my daughter, let alone discuss fucking her. "Well, she's you daughter and parents just don't sleep nude with their children." "Well… why not?" I answered once again. "I don't know!" he huffed, starting to sound frustrated, "They just don't!" This was NOT going quite the way I had rehearsed. Suddenly I was fearful that maybe I had misjudged him. Maybe this wasn't the right time after all. The funny thing was, his dick was still I my hand and I could definitely feel it growing! Even so, I decided to retreat and turned to wake Lisa. "Don't worry, I'll get her in bed," I whispered to Richard. I let go of his semi-erect dick and then he just turned away from me and grunted as I picked up Lisa and carried her to bed. In Lisa's bedroom I set her down in bed and pulled the covers over her nude little body. God she looked so cute! I sighed as I realized that yet another night was apparently going to pass without my dream coming true. Well, at least Richard didn't seem mad about it. The next day was a weekend so I decided to take advantage of Richard being home to watch the girls and slept in. Who knows how long I may have stayed in bed when Richard woke me. "Ummmmm, honey, could you come in here for a minute?" He was calling me from the office across the hall from our bedroom so I grabbed a robe and went to see what he wanted. As I entered the room he turned and looked at me with s stern expression. Then I saw what was on the computer screen and my face felt flushed with embarrassment. Oh my god, he had found my secret file of tributes! "Is there something you'd like to tell me?" he asked softly, his arms folded in front of him. Well, what could I say? This must be how a teenage boy feels when his mom confronts him after finding his porn stash! Only thing was, this was much worse. This wasn't just a pile of Playboys with some silicon-filled girl posing in the centerfold. This was our own daughter, he photos covered in cum with some stranger's dick laying on top. "I must say, nice volume and he really seemed to have trajectory in this one," he mused. The sarcasm was dripping so thick in his voice it was practically leaving a puddle on the floor! Then he got more serious. "I don't suppose you would mind telling me just whose fucking dick is in these photos?" I was frozen like a statue, unable to answer yet unable to run away either. "So, is THIS why you've been so horny this week? Is THIS what the hell you've been doing while I was away? Have you been fucking this pervert or just watching him beat off to our daughter?" "They're just pictures, it's not like he was doing it on her you know," I mumbled lamely. "You sent photos of our daughter to guys on the internet?" "Nothing bad, just some in her uniform." "And these guys jerked off just looking at her?" he asked incredulously. "They masturbated at the thought of screwing a seven year-old girl? What kind of creeps are they anyway?" Well, I couldn't blame him as the idea of anyone doing this would have shocked me just as much a few weeks ago. How do you explain to someone why it gets you excited to see a guys getting off to your own daughter – and one so young at that? "And you liked it when they did it?" he continued as I didn't respond to his last question. "Maria, do you get off watching them?" It seemed that maybe he was starting to get more into it so I nodded, a smile just starting to turn the corners of my mouth up. Boy, when I read someone wrong, I REALLY get it wrong! "Shit, you are sick, you know it don't you?" he practically sneered at me. "How could you get off watching some pervert stroking himself looking at the picture of a seven year-old girl – and our own daughter at that?" What could I say? Anything I said at this point would have likely just made things worse so I turned and went back to the bedroom. I felt sick to my stomach. This wasn't at all what was suppose to have happened. Why couldn't he have seen those, gotten an erection and then asked me to suck his cock while he looked at them? Was it asking too much for him to want to the same to Lisa, except on her for real and not just a photo of her? It wasn't fair! It was only a few minutes but it seemed like hours before finally Richard came into the bedroom and sat next to me on the edge of the bed. He ran his hands through my hair gently and let his fingers glide down my bare back. It made my pussy tingle while at the same time I worried about what he would say. "Look, I just don't understand it, that's all," he started out, "I mean, I realize you haven't gone out and cheated but yet at the same time I looked at your chat logs and obviously you've been having some pretty hot sessions with a few of these guys. What's going on?" Chat logs? What the hell were those? Nobody ever told me anything about such things. God, was there a record of my chats that he had read? How embarrassing! It was time to change the subject so I turned on my side, the sheet hiding most of me but letting one boob spill out which I left as it was. "I love you Richard, you know that don't you?" "Of course I do Maria, but all this sex talk, cams and tributes….I just don't get it. What I REALLY don't understand is all this about Lisa. My God Maria, she's only seven for crying out loud. How could you say all those things about her? You didn't really mean them, did you? It was just to tease those guys, right?" "She's not THAT young, you know," I said defensively, trying to dodge his questions. "Maria, she's in second GRADE for goodness sakes, not her second year of college!" "Maybe so but Lisa's a very sexual girl in case you haven't noticed Richard." "Oh really? Just what do you mean by THAT?" I reached into his shorts and found his cock. It wasn't flaccid but it wasn't erect by any means. I gently stroked it in my hand and looked up at him with a sly look on my face, determined to change the subject once and for all using the most powerful weapon at my disposal – his cock and his inability to control it. "Who cares……don't you like they way I've been this past week?" I purred, "You know, I've never wanted your cock so bad as I have lately….it's like I just can't get enough of it." Richard fidgeted on the edge of the bed but I also noticed he didn't make any effort to push my hand away from his dick. Men are SO easy! Just a few strokes on his cock and he was mine again. "Let me suck it Richard," I pleaded softly, "Let me suck that wonderful cock and then I want you to fuck me with it ALL morning." So much for worrying about Lisa! Richard's cock swelled in my hand and for the next hour or so he fucked me harder than he had all week. It was if he was trying to prove something to me, that he could be more of a man than those guys I had chatted with. Whatever it was, I loved it and when he finally came in me I orgasmed with him and it was like I was in heaven. God I loved him! It was almost noon by now but we laid in bed together like it was midnight. Richard was facing me, holding me tight against him as my pussy throbbed. He fell asleep in my arms and I just felt so loved and secure with his strong arms around me and his cock pressing up against my stomach. Everything felt right, as if the stars were aligned, and I could have stayed this way all day except for the slight bouncing of the bed as someone was getting under the covers behind me. Lisa! I wanted to just whisper to her to leave but of course she wouldn't hear me. At the same time I didn't want to turn over and signal her to go as I didn't want to wake Richard. Oh well, what did it hurt? It wasn't until I felt her nuzzle in behind me that I realized she was naked! I guess since both of us had our clothes off that she thought she should take hers off as well. With everything we had done in this bed lately, she wasn't ashamed of her nudity anymore so it must have just seemed like the natural thing for her to do. As we all lay there I felt Lisa's hand exploring between my legs. Like I had told Richard earlier, I was learning that Lisa was indeed by nature a very sexual creature. Although she surely didn't understand what sex was all about yet, she DID seem to sense that by touching me in certain ways that she could make me feel good – to say the least. Like any girl her age, she liked to please her mother and evidently she thought now that by touching my pussy that it would please me. I couldn't blame her for thinking that way since for the past week before Richard came home, that's exactly what I taught her to do when she got in bed with me. My pussy was incredibly wet and sensitive after being just fucked by Richard's dick and Lisa's fingers easily slid in me. Oh my god, I was being touched by my daughter with Richard asleep in front of me! She was so innocent and naïve that she surely didn't have a clue what a major erotic moment this was for me. Richard had one arm around me, holding my ass in his strong hand. I reached behind me and lifted it off my ass and draped it over Lisa behind me. With my hand over his, I felt him instinctively clutch her butt, squeezing his little girl's ass in his hand. Lisa didn't move at all at his touch but just stayed tucked up tight against me. With everything now happening I had to have Richard's cock so I took him in my hand and stroked it slowly. Even though he was asleep, his cock was receptive and grew in my hand. I couldn't help myself, I stroked him faster as he got bigger in my hand. God I loved his dick! "What the hell?" he mumbled as he slowly awakened. Richard started to pull his hand back so I had to let go of his cock and pressed his hand against Lisa's ass again. "Now admit it ….doesn't her little ass feel good?" I purred at him. "What?" he protested a little louder this time. He pulled his hand harder but I kept it on her butt somehow as he wasn't using all his strength to fight me. "You can say what you want but your dick tells me you like it?" I teased him. "C'mon, admit it, it feels good, doesn't it?" "Well, I didn't SAY she didn't feel good," he sniffed, "It's just not right for a mother to fondle her daughter, let alone her dad!" I grinned at him because despite him saying that, he wasn't resisting me anymore and even when I let go of his hand, he stayed planted on her butt. I could feel his arm moving slightly against me and I knew he wasn't just resting his hand on her either! "Here, let me get out of the way," I said softly, pulling back the covers. I sat up and moved to the other side of Lisa so she was now between us. My heart was racing as I looked down to see our nude little girl nestled in between her naked parents. She was wide awake and I could tell she was unsure of what was going on. It was one thing to have her mom, another woman touch her but her dad? She had to be wondering why he was doping this to her now. "Look at her Richard," I whispered, "Isn't she beautiful?" Richard looked down at her and then at me. "Yes but it's not right…it's just not right." I lifted myself up so I could see down to his crotch. I smiled at what I saw. "Well, I hear you saying it but obviously that's not how you really feel about her." Richard blushed, realizing his lie detector (otherwise known as his dick) had ratted him out. That's one thing I love about men; they can say all they want but one look between their legs tells you the truth, no matter how much they try to deny it. Thank God women don't have something like that to show what they really are feeling! "OK, so I'm reacting like any guy would in this situation. That doesn't mean I want to fuck her." "Oh? Who said anything about you fucking her?" I said slyly, grinning at him. Richard blushed even more having been caught revealing his thoughts about Lisa. I felt a glow in me as I realized that he HAD thought about fucking her! "Touch her Richard…..touch your daughter like you've always wanted to." Richard looked at me with a quizzical eye. "Like I've always wanted to?" "It's OK," I tried to reassure him, "You ARE her father after all. It's only natural for you to feel something sexual towards your daughter. You love her and you want her. There's nothing wrong with that. You don't have to hide it anymore…I understand now." "She's only seven for god's sake! What kind of man would do that to a seven year-old for god's sake?" I moved up close to him and whispered in his ear, "A man like you – her father." Richard again stared at me. I wasn't sure if he was in disbelief that I would say such a thing or disbelief that he actually WOULD like to be such a man." "C'mon Richard…look at her," I whispered to him seductively. "Don't tell me you don't want her…..that your don't want her to suck your dick…that you don't want to fuck her pussy, her mouth, even her ass." Richard was breathing heavily now. His cock was at full attention, practically quivering from being so stiff. "It was always just a dream…I NEVER would have done anything," he said in a barely audible voice. "It's not just a dream Richard…go on, take her," I urged him, "Oh God Richard, I want so bad to watch you fuck our daughter." "You know, she DOES look like a little slut, doesn't she?" Richard mused as he started to run his hands over her bare sleeping figure. "I mean, after all we've been through with her she owes it to us. I'm so tired of always being the one to have to sacrifice without her giving anything back in return. Why not?" I waited, afraid to even breath as it might change his mood. It was fascinating to see him changing in front of my eyes. It was like watching a cheap werewolf movie where the innocent man slowly transforms into a frightful, horrible creature. I watched as my loving husband, nurturing father, wonderful man transformed almost in the blink of an eye into this lustful animal-like pedophile. He looked at Lisa like a wolf would look at a poor lamb all alone in the woods. His manhood was stiff and ready, he was licking his dry lips at the very thought of whatever it was he was planning for her. Strange, as much as I had dreamed of him doing this, not that it was actually happening I was having second thoughts. It was almost scary to watch a man who I THOUGHT I knew intimately, turn into a perverted pedophile so easily. God, how close had his own Mr. Hyde been to the surface all along? What other nasty creatures were lurking within him, waiting for the right opportunity to be released? If he really had been masturbating about Lisa before this, what other fantasies had he not told me about? Richard flipped Lisa on her back and kneeled over her, his thick cock hovering over her face. The thick odor of our sex must have been strong in her nose. Using his hand to force it downward, he started to rub the smooth head over her face and mouth. Lisa responded instinctively and I had to say, I was SO proud of her as she opened her mouth and reached for his cock to pull it in. "Damn, she IS a little slut, isn't she?" Richard exclaimed. "God Maria, look at her suck it! You know, I never dreamed she would ever do this for real!" Well, that made two of us. It was one thing to dream about it, to chart about it with perverts on the internet. To actually SEE your daughter sucking her father for the first time was something entirely different. It had to be the most erotic sight I had ever seen. She looked so small under him and his cock seemed much too big for her mouth but she tried her best to take him in. If only she could speak and tell her dad how his cock tasted, how it felt to have her own father shoving his dick in her mouth. If only she could hear him telling me how good she was doing, at least for a seven year-old with her first dick. "Let's see how much she can take in," he muttered as he grabbed her head by the hair and pulled her tighter into his crotch. Poor Lisa sounded like she was gagging as he pushed his hard cock deeper into her little mouth. Richard may not have the biggest dick in the world, but Lisa was so tiny that even his cock was more than enough to fill her mouth before he was even close to being all the way in. "Hold her down, dammit," he fussed as Lisa tried to pull back from this fleshy monster that was threatening to choke her. I held her upper arms to the bed and Richard pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, literally forcing it down into her throat. Lisa squirmed and I saw a tear starting to form at the corner of her eye as Richard's cock relentlessly pushed in deeper. "Damn, almost," he gasped, pulling his dick out to let Lisa try to catch her breath. She was coughing and crying, looking at her daddy as if to ask why he was doing to this to her. Of there was one man in the world she trusted more than anyone, it was her father so she was undoubtedly having a hard time coping with this change in the way her daddy was treating her. "Alright, this time it goes in," he grunted as he forced his dick into her mouth once again. Although he didn't get it 100% of the way down, it was far enough for his thick pubic hair to brush against her face as his dick literally raped her mouth and throat. He pulled out quickly as Lisa gagged and for a moment I thought she might puke but thankfully she got herself back under control. Although her tears made my heart wrench, at the same time I was proud of the little slut. She had taken her dad's dick, just like a good daughter should for her dad. It was time. Time for my husband to take his daughter's virginity. What the hell, she was old enough to give her father what he needed. It was time for him to take what he deserved, what he had earned. I reached over to the table by the bed and pulled out my bottle of lubricant. The difference was that THIS time it would be more than my finger that needed lubricating! As I rubbed it onto her pussy, Lisa looked at me, trying to dry the tears from her face. She knew what I would typically do to her once it was on her but did she realize what my intentions for her were THIS time? "What do you want me to do Maria?" Richard asked, as if he didn't already know! It was like he wanted to hear it from me, he wanted her mother to give him permission to fuck her daughter. Well, I was more than happy to give it to him! "Fuck her Richard….fuck her hard….show her how her daddy can fuck her. Make her your little whore." Lisa had her legs together, making Richard force her legs apart as I held her down from on top. She squirmed like a puppy trying to get out of your arms but Richard wasn't about to be denied his prize. I watched, mesmerized by the sight of my husband getting ready to screw our little girl, to violate the most precious thing in the world to me. "Holy shit, she's fucking TIGHT," Richard gasped as his cock literally bent from the pressure he was putting on it as he tried to penetrate her pussy. He looked so big compared to her little pussy, I started to wonder if it was possible for him to penetrate her at all. Lisa tensed and I felt her shudder as her dad's cock forced her little whore cunt apart, forcing it to accept his dick. Once again, she started crying and I knew it had to be hurting her to have her pussy stretched out like this for the first time in her life. Well, I knew this wasn't about to be the last time her dad fucked her so she may as well get used to it and if that meant a few tears, then so be it. "There!" he gasped and I saw that the head of his dick was now been absorbed by her little pussy. "God, it's like there's a vise squeezing down on my dick!" Lisa stopped struggling at that point. From the tears streaming down her cheeks it certainly wasn't because she was somehow feeling better and enjoying it. Rather, I think she just gave up, surrendering herself to her parents as she recognized the futility of resisting us. "Oh Richard, I love you SO very much," I moaned, watching my wonderful husband taking his daughter like she was just some animal for his amusement. "You like this, don't you?" he asked me, grinning at what must have been my obvious enjoyment of seeing him on top of Lisa. "Damn, I would never have thought you would get off seeing her being fucked like this!" "Well, do you like it that I do?" I replied demurely. Richard grunted as he tried to ram his dick deeper into Lisa. Even as hard as he pushed, he had less than an inch of his shaft in her. "You better believe it! Now show me what you do to her." I released Lisa's shoulders but she didn't make any attempt to escape or even move. It was like she had totally given up, surrendering everything to us. Actually, I preferred to think she was finally giving herself to us. She was such a cute and precious little girl! Deep inside she had to realize that what she was doing was what a girl SHOULD be doing for her parents. After all, we weren't asking anything of her that we weren't entitled to as her parents. She was our daughter for crying out loud. Why shouldn't we use her like this if we wanted to? Richard was holding his dick in Lisa's pussy as I stuck my head down between them and licked her pussy and his dick together. Somehow it just felt right inside to be able to lick my daughter and husband at the same time, as it some new bond had been created between us. "Let me have her," I whispered, my voce husky with lust for Lisa. Richard pulled out and I could feel Lisa tense again as his dick pulled out but she didn't move otherwise. As I licked her sore pussy to, I reached under her legs and fondled her ass, cupping her firm little cheeks with my hand and squeezing them like I was checking out melons at the grocery store. Then I started to probe her asshole, eventually sticking most of my finger up her ass for Richard to watch. "She has such a cute little ass, don't you think Richard?" Richard leaned down to lick her pussy as I continued to finger her asshole. As tight as her pussy was, her asshole was another order of magnitude more so and I knew there was just no physical way he could enter her, regardless of how much he may be willing to hurt her. As he licked her, he moved on top of her and dropped his dick down to her mouth. Lisa quickly took the hint and took it in a little. As Richard continued to lick her pussy, I watched as he humped her face, driving his stiff dick in and out like he was fucking her mouth. "Shit, I'm gonna cum," he groaned. I moved back as he pulled out of her mouth and started stroking his cock over her. I was curious as to where he was going to cum but as it turned out, it was a moot point as he started to spray his cum all over her from her head to her pussy. The first shot landed on her nose and mouth while the next covered her flat chest and finally he nursed a few more that covered her smooth pussy with his sperm. Lisa looked so sexy laying there. Her little 3'10" body literally covered with her dad's incestuous cum. Just a month ago I would have been repulsed by even the THOUGHT of such a thing and now here I was, getting off watching it on my very own bed - for real! Richard took her hand and led her to the shower. When I heard the water running I took a peek around the curtain to see what hey were up to. Damn if my horny husband wasn't at it again! He had Lisa sucking his dick again, trying to urge it back into an erection once again. Seeing me poking my head in, he grinned nastily. "Hmmm, I think she needs a shower to wash my spunk off of her." Silly me, I thought he meant the shower from the nozzle on the wall. Well, just goes to show what happens when you make too many assumptions! Richard took his cock in hand and before I knew what he was doing, he started peeing on his daughter! My eyes must have been like saucers as I watched a stream of piss hit her in the face and then on her chest and stomach. Needless to say, Lisa was caught by surprise as well and at first didn't even make a move to escape the flood of urine that was now covering her. "Richard!" I exclaimed, not knowing what else to say. Damn, what kind of man did I marry anyway? Fucking his daughter was one thing; after all, what normal man WOULDN'T do it if he had that chance? But urinating on her? Now THAT was a bit much, even for the "new" me. Where had he gotten THAT idea from anyway? Not the first time this day I found myself wondering what my supposed saint of a husband had been doing on the computer when I wasn't watching! "Ahhhhhh, don't worry honey. See? It's already been washed off by the shower." Maybe so, but I knew one thing and that was he had better not ever try peeing on ME! Lisa didn't seem to be any worse for wear. By now she seemed to be at the point where she would accept just about anything we did to her and so being peed on didn't even seem to phase her. Over the course of the next few days, I found it interesting, to say the least, and maybe a little eye-opening as well to watch Richard and Lisa together. He would do things with her that he had never done to me, as if any inhibitions he might have with me were gone when he fucked his daughter. It started with him peeing on her – something he certainly NEVER would have done with me, likely because he knows I would have smacked him in the balls! Of course, Lisa wasn't going to stop her father from doing anything he wanted and Richard seemed determined to take advantage of that. The one thing that he couldn't seem to do, and it was no fault of Lisa's as she seemed to be trying her best, was get his cock all the way into her pussy. Her pussy would take about two inches of him after a while but that was the absolute maximum before she seemed to be truly in pain. I didn't want to hurt her, as it would have been pretty hard to explain to our doctor how her pussy had been violated at her age, but I felt sorry for Richard as I knew he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in his daughter. Well, maybe as she got older he would realize his dream. As for me, I quickly learned my favorite was to eat her out after Richard had cum in her. I had never licked another pussy in my life so licking Lisa's was new in many ways for me. To taste Richard in her was incredibly erotic for me. Of course at her age we weren't worried about birth control yet but still, it was the symbolism that made it so hot for me. Watching him trying to move his dick in her, then seeing the grimace on his face as he would shoot his sperm into her immature pussy, was about as sexy as anything I had watched in my life! The best part was she seemed to like it just as much herself. After the first few times it was like she wanted to please her dad every chance she could. After one almost embarrassing episode at a restaurant, I had to try and explain to her as best I could that it was something he only did to her at home and that she shouldn't try to suck his dick in front of other people. She WAS only seven, something that was hard to remember at times when she looked so slutty with her dad's cum on her face, so it must have been hard for her to understand why it was OK to suck her dad's cock at home and in the car but not in church or anyplace else. I knew how much Richard seemed to crave fucking Lisa in the ass and it pained me to see the frustration on his face when he would press his dick into her unyielding ass. Sometimes he just slid it up and down her ass crack, like a titty fuck but using her butt cheeks instead. I had never realized how infatuated he was with anal sex before. Granted, my reaction to the first time he tried to fuck me in the ass was probably why he never attempted it again, but I hadn't a clue that he missed it so much. He was constantly fingering Lisa's butt, wetting his finger in his mouth and then trying to press it up into her asshole. Sometimes his finger would get into her up as far as the second knuckle but from the way she would squirm on his lap it was obvious it wasn't the most peasant experience for her. Not that Richard ever seemed to care how she felt. When it came to fucking his daughter, all Richard cared about was his own needs and satisfaction. It was like Lisa was just a doll for his pleasure. At any other time Richard was the most loving and caring father I had ever known. It seemed there was nothing he wouldn't do for his daughters. With Lisa's handicaps there had been so much frustration trying to communicate with her, not to mention the stress imposed by the never-ending medical bills. When he took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom, it was like they entered another dimension, one where he left behind the morals and responsibilities of the real world. She became his little whore, something he used to escape from the cares of the world without any remorse or guilt. Frankly, at times it left me a little cold. How could anyone ravage his daughter like he did in bed and then show so much love to her later? Which side of him was the REAL Richard? Did I really want to know? One night he again tried to fuck her in the ass. Lisa had been such a good girl, sucking his cock like a pro now. Damn, the little bitch could get him off faster than me these days! "Shit, I can't believe her ass is so damn tight," he grumbled impatiently. "Well, you know there are more assholes around her than just hers, don't you?" The words popped out of my mouth before I really thought about it. God, what had I said! I loved Richard so very much and I guess it just hurt me to see him like this. His cock was so hard and I could see he was incredibly horny so I guess I just thought I might offer myself out of my love for him. After all, isn't marriage about sacrifice and doing things for your partner that you normally wouldn't? "Oh really?" he almost growled, like some animal in heat. Lisa had turned over and spread her legs apart, expecting him to fuck her but he ignored the poor thing as he stared at my ass that I was wiggling for him as I kneeled on the bed on all fours. I didn't say another word but just waited for nature to take it's course. I had learned long ago, even before we got married, that getting Richard horny and thinking he could fuck me was like rolling a snowball down a hill and watching it pick up speed. There was no stopping him once he got to a certain point. It must have been after we had dated for a year or so and I tried to tell him to stop once when we were doing it at my parent's house and I got cold feet about them being around and trying to hide from them. Richard was like a wild beast, throwing me to the bed and basically raping me as I struggled to stop him. Ever since then I learned my lesson and I knew that once I got the train started, it had to reach the destination before it would stop. In this case the final stop was my ass and now that I'd initiated things, I had better be ready to accept the consequences. Richard moved in behind me and I felt his hand pull my ass cheeks apart to reveal my asshole to him. It felt s little funny. I guess I've never been one that was all that comfortable with my asshole, even if I HAD played with it a little now and then out of curiosity. It just seemed so….well, dirty I guess. After all, look what came out of it! Apparently Richard didn't have such inhibitions. My expectation was that I would feel the head of his cock next so you can imagine my surprise when his tongue reached out to lick me! To be honest, it felt good. His wet tongue licked all over my ass crack and asshole, tickling me at times and sending unusual sensations through me at others. "Oh god Richard, that feels so good," I moaned for his benefit. He didn't reply but just kept licking me and pushing his tongue against my asshole. I reached to the side and grabbed my ever-present bottle of lubricant and handed it back to him without a word. Thank goodness he didn't say no! I felt him spread it onto my ass and then hopefully he was lubing up his dick as well because the time had come for him to stick it in me. I held my breath as I felt his cock head pushing against my exposed asshole. God, it was like losing my virginity all over again! At first my ass refused outright to allow the intruder to enter but then he gave a good hard shove that almost knocked me forward on the bed. "Oh god!" I cried out as his oily dick plunged into me. At first all I could think about was the pain. It was like trying to take a crap when you're constipated. As he pushed it deeper into me, either unaware or uncaring about the pain it was causing me, I gasped and moaned from the pain. Damn, it HURT! How could anyone claim to like this? Once he was in me he stopped for a minute and it felt so much better when he stopped moving in me. The pain gradually subsided and then he started to pull out. For a moment I panicked, it felt just like I was taking a crap and there last thing I wanted to do was shit on his dick! Once I realized THAT wasn't happening I started to relax which probably helped more than anything. Now, instead of feeling like I was trying to force out a constipated crap, it felt like that time when you are taking a dump and it feels SO good to have it come out of you. I guess it sounds strange to describe anal sex like taking a shit but face it, that's what it was like for me – and not in a bad way. "Your ass is so fucking tight Maria," my horny husband groaned. "Tight as Lisa's pussy?" Richard chuckled and smacked my bare ass with the palm of his hand playfully. "No…I've never fucked ANYTHING as tight as her cunt … but it's close." He started stroking his dick in and out of my ass like he was fucking my mouth or pussy. The longer he went on, the more accustomed I became to the weird feelings. It may have been another hole in my bottom, but it was NOTHING like being fucked in the pussy. It STILL felt like I was taking a crap but now that I realized what was really happening, it didn't freak me out any more. "God I'm gonna cum," he groaned. How was it going to feel getting a load of cum in my ass? Would it be like some sort of sperm enema? As things turned out, I would have to wait for another time to find out because he suddenly pulled out and grabbed my hair to pull my head to him. "Take it in your mouth bitch!" There wasn't time for me to think, just react, so I opened my mouth and he shoved his dick in quickly, just in time for his first load to squirt out and hit the back of my mouth. Normally I loved it when he would fuck me and then cum in my mouth as I could taste my pussy on his dick as his cum filled my mouth. In this case, it was my ass I smelled and tasted but in the flurry of the moment I didn't have the time to really think about what a disgusting thing it was. God, I was sucking on something that just seconds before had been buried up my ass! "Show it to me," he demanded after he had finished and pulled his cock from my mouth. For whatever reason, he always liked to see his cum in my mouth before Is wallowed it so I knew better than to gulp it down right away. "God, you look so hot with a mouthful of my cum," he said with a nasty grin. "Share it with Lisa now." "Wow, that was the first time I had ever heard my hubby say THOSE words to me. I hadn't told him about my earlier trips to her bedroom where I carried his cum with me and spit it out on her face and mouth as she slept. Now I was going to get to share it with her for real – with him watching! Moving over to Lisa, I took her my arms and showed her Richard's cum on my tongue so she knew what was in my mouth. It wasn't like she didn't know how it felt herself! Then I kissed her. It wasn't the type of kiss I normally gave her, a swift peck from a mom to her little girl. This was more like I would give to Richard, mouth open, passionate, with tongue involvement. In the process, the cum in my mouth slipped into hers and my heart almost burst with pride as I saw her gulping it down like candy. God she loved cum! For me it had been an acquired taste but little Lisa seemed to enjoy it from the first time he had given it to her. Maybe it was her being so young that she didn't have some mental image against it, who knows. Whatever it was, she could never seem to get enough of it! We both turned to Richard and showed him our open, empty mouths. Lisa had gotten most of it but I made sure to keep a few swallows for myself. Hey, she didn't get it all for herself! Mom deserved some of it too since it was her ass that had gotten him off. The next time we got together it was like Richard needed to raise the bar once again. It was just like a man, never happy with what he got, always wanting more. At first it just seemed a re-run of the night before with Lisa sucking him while I masturbated and watched, then him fucking her as best he could. I had pretty much accepted the fact he would fuck me again in the ass, even though I found it to be a little sore the next time I needed to take a dump, so it didn't surprise me when he ordered me to get in position for another ass- fucking. After he had done his obligatory shooting of his sperm in my mouth, I was about to turn to Lisa when he stopped me. "Not tonight dear, I want you to spit it out on her asshole and lick it up with me." Why that surprised me I'll never know. I should have been ready for something new and nasty but the thought of spitting my husband's cum out on my daughter's ass – and then licking it off, was not exactly on my top ten list of things I wanted to do. What choice did I have? God only knows what Richard would do if I tried to refuse. Well, Lisa DID have the cutest little ass so how bad could it be? Lisa was already sitting up, undoubtedly expecting just what I had been, for me to kiss her and share her dad's cum with her. She looked surprised when instead I rolled her over on her stomach and grabbed a pillow to put under her crotch to raise her ass higher in the air. Richard helped out by spreading her legs part and I gazed down to look at her cute little ass. God it was so round and smooth! The rest of her body was still the little stick figure of your typical seven year-old but her butt was sweet! Richard spread her ass cheeks apart for me and I could see her asshole above her freshly fucked cunt. It looked so pink and clean, puckered up tight as Richard's dick was well aware of. "Go on, spit it out," Richard urged me. Putting my face up tight to her butt, I felt my nose between her ass cheeks that sweet little soft ass pressed against my face. Surprisingly, she smelled more of her pussy and Richard's dick than what I expected her ass to smell like. I spit out his cum and it spread out over her little asshole, covering it in the wet gooey mixture of his cum and my spit. "Lick it off now," he insisted. Well, here goes nothing. Actually, having his cum on her ass made my first contact between my tongue and an asshole – any asshole for that matter, a sweet experience. Lisa squirmed a little but as I think it tickled her to feel his sperm against her and them my tongue lapping it up like a kitten at a bowl of milk. "Let me have some of it," Richard said abruptly, pushing me aside. Seeing Richard's face pressed up against Lisa's little ass was quite a sight. What made it a bit weird was watching him lick up his own cum. I mean, Richard wouldn't even KISS me after he had cum in him mouth and now here he was licking it up off his daughter's ass! "Mmmmmm, that was great," he said, lifting his face fro her now clean asshole. "Next time we'll have her lick it off yours, what do you say?" By now I wouldn't put anything past my pedophile husband. It was wild after nine years of marriage to being have with a total stranger – that was also my husband! Who would have ever guessed even a month ago that we would be here on the bed as a family, naked and enjoying each other in ways I would have NEVER reamed possible – or even proper, before. Well, since then what can I say? Richard and I have become true pedophiles, something as a parent I'm actually quite proud now to be called. It's not like we are criminals, it's just a label that describes our new relationship with our daughter. Really, it's not like we go to the playground and entrap little kids to abuse. Lisa's the only girl we play with and since she's our daughter, who has the right to tell us what we can and can't do with her? We are her parents and as such, we have a right to do what we want with her and if that means fucking her, then what's wrong with that? After all, she seems to enjoy it, or else why would she be constantly pestering her dad to let her suck his dick? I'll never forget the next Sunday when we went to church. I remember greeting the priest with Lisa between Richard and me. God, what would he have said if he had know that just a few hours earlier we had been molesting our daughter? It wasn't like Lisa could say anything. All during the service I fantasized about being called into his office to be questioned about rumors of things I'd been doing with my daughter. Mmmmmm, what if I SHOWED him what Lisa could do? What if she lifted her cute little skirt and revealed her cute little pussy to him as she wouldn't have any panties on. By now her pussy was already taking Richard's dick more easily and I knew if he kept on fucking her every day that it wouldn't be long before she was able to take most, if not all, of his cock inside of her. Thanks to the wonderful way things have turned out with Lisa, Richard and I have started talking about having another baby. Imagine if we had a son! God, I could start sucking his little dick when he was little and as soon as he as old enough, he could start fucking me and his sister! The only question would be who would get fucked by him first – Lisa or me? Last night we went to the mall. I had dressed Lisa in this adorable short denim skirt and the cutest little cami that showed off her bare belly. She looked like a seven year-old street walker! Needless to say, I've become a bit less conservative in what she wears. Our little slut was sitting between us on a bench when Richard leaned over to whisper something in my ear. "Maria, did you see the way that guy looked at Lisa?" Well duh, how could I have missed it? He looked to be about thirty or so and was walking next to what must have been his wife. As they approached us he literally stared at Lisa and I could tell he was undressing my cute little girl in his mind God, imagine what his wife would say if she had caught him! "You think he wanted to fuck her?" I whispered back. Richard chuckled and nodded with this naughty look on his face. "What do you think he would pay to fuck her?" I asked him quietly. Richard looked at me with a bit of surprise. "Seriously?" "Why not?" I said, shrugging my shoulders, " Look what we've had to give up for her. I think it's time for her to earn back some of that money's she cost us, don't you?" Just then some friends of ours from the PTA approached which cut off that line of discussion, of course. I noticed that they both took a second look at Lisa, and with quite different reactions. She had this look of "What a little slut. How can her mother dress her like that?" which I got a kick out of to be perfectly honest. People who knew us were accustomed to me being very conservative in my own dress AND that of my daughters. On the other hand, her husband had this look of, "What a little slut, damn I'd like a piece of THAT!" After they had left we started walking out to our car. Once we were outside, Richard turned to me and almost broke out laughing. "Did you see the look on their faces!" "Yeah, I think she was a little shocked to see Lisa dressed this way." "I was talking about HIM! Damn, you know I think he wanted to fuck her." We were both so turned on it was incredible. Just the idea of whoring out Lisa was enough to make me soaking wet and once in the care I quickly found out how hard it had made Richard as well. Poor Lisa was in the back seat, her short skirt riding up high to reveal her clean panties underneath. I had a feeling they wouldn't be on much longer once we got home! Later that night, we tucked Lisa in bed after Richard had managed to cum just inside her pussy – his favorite place it seemed when he fucked her. We looked at each other in bed and then both of us started to talk at the same time. We both got quiet and then again both tried to talk at the same time again! Richard pointed at me and waited. "I was so turned on at the mall today, weren't you?" "God Marie, I never dreamed so many men would be that hot for a seven year-old." "Are you thinking what I am?" Richard grinned and replied, "It WOULD be hot. And besides, it would only be fitting she help with her medical bills for once." Now it was just a question of the details. It's not every day a mother has to sit down and decide how to whore out her daughter so it took me a while to put together a plan. One thing I knew, I couldn't wait for the first time! Chapter 3 - My Daughter Becomes a Whore ======================================= In Chapter 1, I explained how I made the transition from your everyday housewife and mom to a sexual deviant, starting with chatting on the Internet to lusting for my daughter until finally I violated my own daughter. My dream was to get my husband involved… In Chapter 2, My husband discovered what I had been doing on-line and then with our daughter. After some initial problems, it ended up with him taking his daughter as only a father can. I was SO proud of my little slut of a daughter! When we noticed other men looking at her in "that" way, we realized it was time for her to start helping out with her medical bills. Besides, what could be more hot than whoring out your seven year-old daughter? The next day after Richard had left for work and the girls were gone to school, I was on the computer again, this time naked and already wet from having masturbated just before. A couple of my "friends" were on-line. By now, I had a whole stable of guys waiting to masturbate for me and it seemed no matter when I logged in, someone was asking to cam for me. All-in-all, It was the opportunity for the new "business" venture Richard and I had been discussing Surely at least a few of these guys would want to go beyond just TALKING about fucking a seven year-old girl. The real question was just how many actually would do it and how much would they pay for it? Actually, it was Richard that was really in favor of turning Lisa into a little whore. Of course, it was me that had started all this beginning back when I got hooked on incest chat rooms on the Internet. Maybe it was the "mom" in me, though, that made to harder for me than for Richard to actually make the transition from just fantasizing about using Lisa and actually doing it. If there was one thing I knew beyond any doubt, it was that Richard loved his daughter and would allow her to be harmed in any way. Thus I was confident that whatever he had planned for Lisa would be alright. To be fair, it wasn't like we were debating putting her out to walk the streets or anything horrible like that! Really, what harm was there in letting some guy fuck her so long as at least one of us was there to make sure everything was alright? After seeing Richard fucking her and learning how much that turned me on, I could only imagine how it would be to see a total stranger fucking my little girl. From a more selfish perspective, who better to go out and help us out with our huge debt of medical bills than the one responsible for them? Given the number of "relationships" I had already forged in various chat room, Richard left me responsible for "advertising" Lisa's new availability. I knew I had to be careful as not everyone was who they claimed to be on the Internet. For all I knew, it could be some cop waiting to nail "real" child molesters. About the last thing we needed was to get ourselves confused with those creeps! I didn't want anyone to molest my daughter, THAT was for sure! The first guy I started chatting with was only interested in getting off to a photo of Lisa and me. It was OK and a nice way to warm up (literally), but nothing that really got me going. The second guy seemed more interested in chatting than the first and when he asked how things had gone with the return of my husband (I didn't see what it harmed to tell anyone that he had been gone) I explained how he had fucked Lisa finally on his return. It seemed to turn him on and he asked if anyone else was going to be allowed to have a piece of her pussy. Until today, numerous guys had asked about getting together and I never let the conversation go beyond those words as I had no intention of doing anything behind Richard's back. Now that I was "trolling" for someone to fuck my daughter, I felt something inside of me and my pussy tingled like a Geiger counter near a nuclear reactor. Of course, I had NO idea if he as even on the same continent, let alone anywhere available, but it as hot in any case to even discuss it with him.. Sure enough, as luck would have it he was at least eight hours away. I was about to ,give up on him when he sent a message saying he was willing to make the trip! Until now there had been no mention of money so I sat in front of the computer for a few moments, contemplating how I should broach the subject. Finally I said something about her high medical bills and how it would be nice if she could earn some money to help pay for them. I waited in agonizing silence for what seemed forever but was probably only a minute o two. The chat window was blank and I wondered if he had taken off, thinking maybe I was some cop or something trying to lure him in. Then the bell dinged and his message appeared. Without coming right out and saying he would pay to fuck her, he asked how much she could use to help pay her bills. It was then I realized that Richard and I had not even discussed this between us. Undoubtedly, he didn't believe that people would be so anxious to actually have sex with a second grader, despite all the talk, so he wasn't expecting any applications the first day. How much is it worth to a guy to fuck a seven year-old girl in front of her mom? It's not exactly listed in Consumer Reports. I knew I could make a lot more if I added myself in the package as guys were always going on about how they wanted to do me and my daughter together. It MIGHT be OK for me and Lisa to put on a show but so far as letting someone fuck me, I wasn't going to cheat on Richard so THAT was out of the question. He buzzed me, apparently getting impatient with me so I knew had to say SOMETHING. Oh well, why not $1,000. It was a nice ring to it and in a way, it was probably my subconscious way of putting my daughter out of reach by demanding such a ridiculous price. Who in their right mind would pay that much just to fuck a second grader? Apparently, he WASN'T in his right mind or else he had far too much money to burn because he responded almost instantly with a "yes"! Hmmmmm, my bluff was being called! I messaged him back, telling him that he would have to come to us so whenever he was available, to let me know when and where to meet. Deep down I figured it was al not different that role-playing a chat room – lots of talk with no action. I just couldn't conceive that such a thing would EVER happen and after he had signed off I quickly put it out of my mind as just another erotic IM session. Well, if there is one thing I've learned about sexual perversion, it's can not only be incredibly erotic but also unbelievably addictive. Just as a drug addict will do most anything for his next "fix", so will a sexual pervert do anything to realize what they dream about. Although at first I tried to deny it, I was beginning to accept the truth that was I was now officially a "pervert". What else do you call a woman in her thirties that let's her daughter lick her husband's cum from her pussy and ass? I found out just how addicted someone can get to sex when the next morning I got on at my usual time and there was my friend again, the same one who wanted to meet me. I was surprised as I had really not expected anything to happen. Heck, I hadn't even mentioned it to Richard last night. His next IM message stunned me. It listed a hotel and room number! Oh my god, he had done it! What did he expect, the I would just run over with my daughter and let her jump in bed with him on a moment's notice? Lisa was in school anyway so that wasn't even an option no matter what. Any sane woman would have shut off the computer and prayed for forgiveness. It was one thing to tease on-line and then masturbate about it afterwards. Actually meeting a pervert in a hotel room was quite another! Sure Richard and I had discussed this and I knew he was OK with it – heck he WANTED me to do it. Even so, now that I was actually confronted with reality I literally trembled with doubt. As I fingered myself with one hand and tried to type with the other, I could feel myself slipping over the edge again. Another thing I was learning was that each time I allowed myself to cross the line, it got easier and easier the next time. It started with the chatting, then cams, then the tributes until I slipped over the next line and actually began to touch Lisa. Somehow that made it easier to watch my husband have sex with her and I have to say, I LOVE watching the two of them together! Letting your husband fuck your daughter is a LOT different than giving her out to just anyone with enough money. It was easy to get al hot and bothered talking about it with Richard, but I was quickly learning that it was a LOT harder to actually hand her out like candy at Halloween, even if we would be getting a lot of money in return. Actually, taking such a step would have been unimaginable just a few short weeks before. Now it was just one more small step in a series of earlier ones and suddenly it didn't seem so unimaginable anymore. So it was this morning. It was only a few minutes before yet another line vanished and I figured the hell with it, why not? I told him that I would be there in an hour and logged off, still trembling as I stood up and headed to my bedroom to dress. You would have thought I would have picked out one of my sexier outfits, not that I had THAT many of them but a couple were not quite as mousey as most. As if to compensate for the extreme horniness I was feeling, I instead chose a long skirt with a long-sleeved blouse. Bra and panties were of the standard white boring style and I just let my hair hang down without a lot of curl to fluff to it. Yep, I looked like your typical school mom! All the way to the school I practiced my lines for getting Lisa out for the rest of the day. I settled on the old standby – doctor appointment. After all, who would question a mother saying her daughter needed to see the doctor? As it turned out, nobody did and I led a clearly curious Lisa to the car and headed to the motel. On the way I was finally able to get in touch with Richard at his office. Until now he must have been in a meeting or something and this wasn't exactly the type of thing you left on his voice mail! I could almost hear his cock straining against his pants as I told him where I was heading. "He's going to pay $1,000?" Richard asked, the accountant in him taking over for a moment. "Well, he probably would have paid a lot more for a package deal," I teased him. He knew what I was talking about – a mom-daughter package. "Well, I know you know better than that!" he chuckled on the phone, "I could care less if he fucks Lisa but not my wife. Face it, you're MINE bitch!" He meant well, even if he gets crude now and then when he expresses himself. In a way it made me feel exceptional. I loved Richard and to hear him say he wanted me all for himself was special. It didn't matter if guys fucked Lisa now or ten years from now, they would be doing her one way or the other so why not take advantage of her now. On the other hand, I was his WIFE and thus not available for any other man. God I loved my wonderful husband! "You know, I wouldn't mind being there to watch," he sighed and I could only imagine how hard he must have been on the other end of the phone. "Well, I'll be sure to tell you all about it sweetie when we get home," I promised. By then I had arrived at the hotel parking lot so we blew each other kisses over the phone and I hung up. When I turned off the car, I looked over at my littler Lisa, still dressed in he school uniform, and was immediately filled with guilt. God she looked so cute and precious! Her uniform looked good on her and she was smiling without a clue of what was waiting for her. For a moment I paused. How could any decent mother even THINK about doing this to her daughter, let alone actually go through with it? Then my resolve returned and I looked at Lisa again, this time I wasn't looking at my sweet little girl, but rather seeing the little slut she really was. She wasn't an innocent, naïve little girl anymore so what was the big deal? heck, she could already suck a cock almost as good as her mom and her pussy had been covered with sperm more times than I could remember. Besides, I WAS a decent mother. If I wasn't would I have let her father fuck her? Only an indifferent, selfish mother would withhold her daughter from her own father. If I was a bad mother I would have just dropped her off at the hotel door and let some stranger take her in and fuck her without the comfort of having her mom right next to her. No, I'm a damn GOOD mother and nobody can convince me otherwise. Taking a deep breath, now feeling fully assured that what I was doing was best for everyone, including Lisa, I led her by the hand and started for the hotel entrance. I looked around and didn't see anyone as we stood in front of the hotel room door and so I knocked softly a few times. Just then the door next to us opened and out came the cleaning lady! She saw Lisa and smiled at her, leaning over to say hello. I was sure that she had no idea whatsoever WHY Lisa was there! Just then, the door in front of us opened and a man appeared. He looked just like he had on the cam. Mid-forties, a little overweight, not bad looking but no Brad Pitt either. He was balding but in general looked clean and professional, not some dirty bum as I had been fearing he might turn out to be. "Come in…. Maria I assume?" he said politely, gesturing for us to enter. Lisa waved to the cleaning lady who looked at me a little strangely but I just smiled at her and thanked her for whatever it was she did. She nodded and we quickly entered the room, more to get away from the probing eyes of the cleaning lady than anything else. "Hi, I'm Mike.. and this must be little Lisa," he said as an introduction. I explained that Lisa couldn't hear him or speak but that she might be able to read his lips a little so long as he faced her and spoke clearly. He reached out to shake my hand and I noticed he was wearing a platinum wedding band. He must have seen my eyes lock on to it as he shrugged and tried to explain. "Well, since I've gained a few pounds I haven't been able to take it off. But what the hell, I figured since you're married as well that you wouldn't mind if I was." "Your wife know you're here?" "Hell no, she would kill me!" Mike laughed. "Does your husband know you're here with Lisa?" I blushed and turned my eyes away which told him all he needed to know. He undoubtedly took it wrong but of course Richard knew. I would never do anything like this without his permission. What kind of mother and wife did this guy think I was? "Well, just so you know, I've never done anything like this before." I giggled nervously and replied, "Well, that makes two of us." "I'm really a very good husband and father – I have two girls of my own, one Lisa's age and the other a few years older." "I see. Sooooo, do you molest your own daughters too or just other little girls?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted it. God, what a rude thing to say! Mike looked a little flustered and there was an awkward silence for a couple of minutes as we all stood there, waiting to see what was going to happen. "I've never touched my daughters in that way, if that's what you mean. I just can't help thinking about it though. My littlest one looks just like Lisa here." He got silent for a moment and then he turned away fro Lisa as if he couldn't look at her. "You know, I can't believe I'm here like this now…. I've never done anything like this before…I think that maybe this was a bad idea." For a moment I thought he might have been right. For god's sake, what was I doing here with this stranger and my daughter? Wasn't I suppose to be the one protecting her from such evil men, not offering her up like some sweet dessert? Then again, it wasn't like I was selling Lisa into slavery or anything like that! Shit, we had come this far and I wasn't about to let him back down now! "It's OK…..Does she turn you on Mike," I whispered softly, "Do you want Lisa? Tell me Mike…do you want to fuck my daughter?" "Oh Jesus forgive me…." he groaned as he looked at Lisa and I could see the hunger in his eyes for her. It was like a cat when he had a mouse in his sights, ready to pounce and take his prey. "Tell me what you want Mike," I whispered again, trying not to push too hard but yet trying to get him to take a step over the line. "Tell me what you want to do to my seven year-old daughter. Do you really want to have sex with a girl barely in second grade?" "Oh god….she's so damn cute. I want to touch her little sweet body, feel her all over." "And what else Mike? What else do you want? You can tell me." "I want her to suck my dick." "And then?" "God I want to fuck her! Oh Maria, I want to fuck your daughter so fucking bad!" Mike was staring at Lisa now, rubbing his dick through his pants as he began to lose control of himself. I had to wonder if he had really thought it would go THIS far. Had he really expected me to show up to the room or was it just a fantasy for him. What if he had assumed that nothing would happen and all he would do it maybe watch a dirty movie at the hotel and then masturbate before returning home to his wife and daughters? By showing up here, was I pushing him over a line he would have not otherwise crossed. Did he feel now that we were here that he HAD to fuck Lisa, just to keep his pride? Strangely, I understood how he probably felt. Indeed, I could relate to his descent into the depths of his own perversions. After all, hadn't I been doing it myself these past couple of weeks? A month ago I would have been repulsed at a man like him lusting for a young girl like Lisa. I would have never been able to comprehend how anyone could possibly have such disgusting and perverted feelings, let alone actually ACT on them. Odds were I would have called the police on him for even suggesting such an nasty and perverted things be done to my daughter. Well, I certainly wasn't the same woman I was a month ago, THAT was for sure! Odds were he would never be the same man he was before either. "Take her Mike…she's all yours…do whatever you want to her….anything. Look at her, she won't say no to you. Heck, she couldn't say no even if she wanted to!" Was I really saying that? It was like I was listening to someone else as I couldn't believe any mother would EVER tell a man to just take her daughter like some kind of live sex toy, let alone some stranger she had met on the internet, some married father with two little girls of his own at that! Richard reached out and took Lisa's hand and started to pull her towards one of the beds. Lisa look at me with her usual curiosity but I just smiled and motioned for her to join him. Of course, she had no idea what was waiting for her once she got to that bed or she might not have been so willing to follow him. I sat on the edge of the second bed and watched as Mike picked up Lisa and laid her out on the bed on her back. Her skinny little legs looked cute sticking out from the plaid skirt which she instinctively pulled down to try and keep herself covered. Richard put his hand on her bare leg, just above her white socks that came over her ankles. He gently stroked her lower leg, almost like he was petting a favorite dog. Lisa looked over at me and I could see the look in her eyes as she wondered what was happening to her. So far Mike hadn't gone that far yet so she wasn't panicked, just curious. When Mike reached the hem of her skirt, his hand continued under the skirt and I could tell when he hit her crotch by the way she jumped and reached down with her hands to push him away. Mike used his free hand to pull her hand back and I nodded to Lisa, trying to tell her that it was OK for him to touch her. Mike took both hands and reached under her skirt, pulling her panties down and off her legs. Putting them to his nose, he took a deep breath. "Mmmmmm, just my little Lindsey's," he groaned. Well, he may not have touched his daughters but obviously their daddy had been to the laundry basket before! He pushed up her skirt to expose Lisa's tiny bare pussy. "God that is SO fucking sweet," he whispered almost more to himself than anything. "So Mike, tell me. Do you like my daughter's little pussy?" "Damn, you have no idea how many times I've masturbated, thinking about her pussy since you sent me her photos," he groaned. He reached out and gingerly touched Lisa between the legs, running his thick fingers over her little bald pussy. My god, it was actually happening! A strange man was now fondling my little girl! As he opened her pussy with his fingers to expose her tight little pussy hole, he gently touched her and explored her as she laid there, her face almost frozen as her eyes stared at me, practically screaming at me in their own way as she wondered what was happening to her. It was a good thing I was there and not just letting him molest her. At least I was being a good enough mother to support her and ensure she easy being treated OK and there had to be something to say about that! "Taste it," I encouraged him. "Lick her pussy." Mike looked over at me with a leer worthy of any pervert and did just that, dropping his head between her coltish legs and extending his tongue out to her. It was so hot to watch him lick Lisa. All this time I had dreamed of seeing this and now it was happening, my daughter was being abused by this man over six times her age! Of course she wasn't being abused in that she was being harmed, I would NEVER permit THAT, but sexual abuse was certainly the legal term for what he as doing to her. Well, so long as she wasn't being hurt and I was there, what was wrong with this? Besides, there was always that $1,000 waiting for her afterwards. "Here Mike, why don't I take off her clothes while you strip," I suggested. Mike didn't say anything but he did back away and started unbuttoning his shirt as I leaned over Lisa and helped her out of her clothes. She started to fight me, instinctively wanting to protect herself from this sexual pervert, but so long as her mother was saying it was OK, she seemed to accept things, even if she really had no idea what was coming. I looked down to admire my daughter. She was SO small it was hard to believe she could be capable of doing the things he had planned for her. Thin as a rail, her flat chest showed her ribs as she laid flat on her back. Her legs were sp[read apart slightly, as if she instinctively knew just how far apart to spread them to tease me with a view of her pussy without being overt about it. Not for the first time I realized how naturally sexual she was, as if she had been born to do this. For a moment I was almost ready to tell Mike to leave and take her myself but then I remembered why we were here. With Lisa now naked, I turned to see Mike standing there nude as well, his stiff dick sticking out like a fence post. For a brief moment, I was almost jealous of Lisa, wanting that nice cock for myself. It only lasted a moment as I wasn't about to cheat on Richard! Don't blame me; it's only natural for me, as a woman, to be initially attracted to his dick but in the end I loved Richard and I ESPECIALLY loved my husband's wonderful cock, not to mention the incredible ways he used it on me – and in me. "Here you go….she's all yours Mike!" "Has she ever sucked a dick before?" "Just her dad's. Yours will be the first beside his." "Why don't you remind her how it's done?" I stiffened at the suggestion as the thought of sucking anyone else's cock but Richard's was NOT something I even masturbated about. I loved my husband more than any man in the world and to cheat on him was unthinkable. Yet at the same time I knew that Lisa had no idea what to do when it came to ducking a dick other than her dad's. This, as her mom, wasn't it my responsibility to teach her? It wasn't like I would be sucking Mike for MY benefit then – it would be for my daughter's. Besides, it wasn't like sucking cock was REALLY sex anyway, was it? Mike wouldn't be fucking me, THAT much I was certain of, so was sucking his cock really cheating? I guess not. "Alright then," I said almost inaudibly, shrugging my shoulders as I took a seat next to where Lisa was lying. I motioned for her to watch me as Mike stepped up close to me, his rigid dick practically quivering in front of me. It had been a LONG time since I had even touched a dick other than Richard's, let alone suck one and I felt a little excitement growing in me despite myself. This was suppose to be for Lisa, not me! Lisa's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened as she watched her mom take this guy's dick in her mouth. Of course she had seen me take her dad's cock in my mouth many times but never anyone else's. Sucking her dad most likely came natural at her age as she hadn't gotten old enough for nosey people to tell her otherwise. He was her father so of course it was OK to do anything he asked her to. This, however, was NOT her father so blowing his dick probably seemed to be a rather odd thing for her to do. Given that the only reason I was sucking Mike's dick was to show Lisa it was OK to do someone besides her dad, I didn't get too carried away with it. Even so, Mike was groaning from the moment his dick slipped between my lips. "Fuck that feels good," he moaned, "You know, my wife won't do that!" Well no wonder he was so horny for a BJ! Really, what kind of selfish woman would deny her husband a blowjob? If that was the way she really was, then she shouldn't complain if she ever finds about what her husband's doing today on his own! She deserves to have hi cheat on her with a more considerate woman. It was Lisa's turn now. I motioned for her to get up and on her knees. My nude little girl looked so hot as she took her place in front of Mike although she still seemed uncertain as to what she was suppose to do. I opened my mouth and pointed to mike's dick and she seemed to get the idea. Somehow I wished I could tell her it was the same thing as blowing her father and not to worry about it. What I would have given for a camera, or better yet – a video recorder, as I watched my innocent little girl take a stranger's dick for the first time in her life. As young as she was, I would be willing to bet that she will remember this day for the rest of her life! At first his cock seemed almost too big for her mouth as he was thicker than my Richard's dick so all she did was take the very tip of it and surround it with her lips. Before she could go any further, I motioned for her to be still for a moment as an idea popped into my mind. Mike looked at me curiously as I quickly rushed for my purse and rummaged through, grabbing my cell phone. Turning on the camera function, I saw the light was a little dim but it was enough and I snapped a pic of Lisa with his dick just inside of her mouth! God, I would treasure this photograph forever! Mike grabbed Lisa's head and started to force his dick into her mouth. She gagged at first but he didn't seem to care as he pushed harder, trying to make her take more of it. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Lisa took the hint and started to use her tongue on his shaft, licking it like a warm popsicle. You would think after all the blow jobs she had given her dad that this would all come natural to her by now but it was almost like she was sucking her first cock again. "Fuck that feels so good," Mike groaned as he held his cock by the base with his other hand on the back of Lisa's little head, pulling the two of them together. Lisa was doing her best, trying to take in this thing as best she would but her mouth was so small it was quite a challenge for her. Over time she got better and she was actually ale to stroke her mouth on the first inch or so of his shaft after a while. I was SO proud of her! My little girl was now officially a whore having sex with a strange man! "Don't you want to fuck her Mike?" I teased him. "Or are you just gonna let her suck your dick all day?" "Shit, you know better than to even ask that!" Mike put Lisa back on her back again and grabbing her by her thin waist, he maneuvered her so her legs were hanging over the edge of the bed. His hands spread her knees apart, giving him the perfect view of her virgin pussy. His dick as wet with Lisa's spit and he started to rub it up against her smooth pussy. "Wait a second, let me put this on her," I interrupted him, reaching in my bag for the lubricant. I quickly applied it to her pussy, generously covering her entire crotch to the point it was making a mess on the comforter under her. Mike rubbed the length of his shaft up and down over her pussy, coating his dick with the oily lubricant as well. "Mmmmmm, that feel better.. you're a great mom, you know that?" Was I? Did great mom's really oil up their seven year-old daughters so a married stranger could fuck her? Then again, maybe GREAT mom's did! Maybe it was the not so great mom's that didn't use their daughters for their own pleasure. A not so great mom would just let him fuck her and hurt her without oiling her up before hand. Poor Lisa. She was trying to put on a brave front but she was clearly upset. I think of was more that she didn't understand what we wanted from her than anything else. At her age she really didn't understand what sex was so whatever was happening to her was no different than touching her any other place. "Shit, she's so damn small!" I could see Mike's dick, as hard as it was, bending under the strain as he pressed it hard against her bare exposed pussy hole. Regardless, it wasn't budging and he could barely get anything more than the very tip in her. Lisa was starting to get accustomed to her dad's dick in her pussy but this guy's was almost half again bigger than her dad's cock. Lisa was upset now as it had to hurt a little bit, to say the least, to have this fleshy object pushing against her cute little cunt, trying it's best to violate her. She tried to push him away but he leaned forward and pinned her hands behind her head with one large hand. With his other, he was rubbing his dick against her oily pussy, trying to rub it around her and eventually, if he had his way, fuck her. I saw Lisa's eyes open as wide as saucers and her mouth looked like that of a fish out of water. Her body went as stiff as a board and I moved closer to see what was happening, cell phone in hand. Oh my god, he had done it, he had gotten his cock inside of her! It wasn't in very far, not quite the head actually, but it was definitely in her to some extent. "Wow, you're fucking her!" I squealed with delight, as excited as any mom would be at some momentous point in her daughter's life. The sight of his hard dick wedged barely in her pussy was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life. Incredibly, my own pussy was practically dripping and I think had I even brushed up against my clit at that moment I would have had an incredible orgasm. Hell, I might have one anyway! "God it's so damn tight!" he groaned. He wasn't really stroking it in and out of her but rather was just holding the head in her while he rubbed his oiled shaft with his hand. I guess you could say he was actually just masturbating with his dick in her at the same time! It didn't matter to me HOW he fucked her though, just that fact that he was. Once again, I felt tremendous pride swelling in my bosom as I watched my little girl! Who would have guessed seeing her coming in from the parking lot earlier, looking so innocent and sweet, that she could turn into such a dirty little slut? This was the true Lisa, my REAL daughter. This little vixen taking his cock in her was who she was always meant to be, I knew it in my heart. "Shit, I'm cumming," Mike moaned and I quickly snapped a couple of pics as he started to squirt his cum. Most of if just poured right out of her alongside his cock head but I knew at least a little of it had to be going deeper inside of her. It was incredible to witness the first time my daughter had a load of sperm inside of her. Lisa was squirming, undoubtedly feeling his hot cum against her and not understanding what it was. The way it was running down her little ass, she may have even thought she was peeing on herself somehow! Well, she had better get use to it because it wouldn't be her last time. At that moment there was only one thing more I wanted and I pushed him out of the way so I could have my daughter for myself. I smiled at her and motioned that it was OK as I dipped my head between her skinny legs. Now THAT was something she easy more accustomed to and she seemed more reassured now that it was her mom playing with her than this strange man. Oh my God, her little pussy was covered with cum and so I licked it all off of her, including what I could between her tiny pussy lips. It wasn't until after the first few mouthfuls that I realized the significance of what I was doing. I was eating his cum! Damn, I was eating a man's cum that wasn't my husband! What the hell was I doing? As much as I knew it was wrong, it tasted so good I couldn't resist licking the rest of it off of her. "You know, there's more where that came from," Mike said to me from behind. At his age I doubted that but I didn't say anything. Besides, it was one thing to suck his cock as a demonstration for Lisa. Giving an actual BJ would be crossing the line in my book, even though his cum WAS delicious. I helped Lisa get dressed, leaving whatever cum was remaining on her as I pulled up her panties and helped her get her skirt back on. The thought of returning her to class with a coating of cum on her belly and crotch was incredibly erotic! Mike and I really didn't have much to say after that. Really, what DO you say in this situation? We had each gotten what we wanted and so it was time to part ways. Fortunately the only remaining issue wasn't an issue. Mike reached into the desk drawer and pulled out an enveloped stuffed with cash. "Here, $1,000, just as I promised," he said stiffly, "You know, I wasn't going to give that to you until you let me fuck her. For all I knew, you might have been the vice squad or something!" He had a point. For that matter, HE could have been the vice squad for all I knew! I didn't bother to count it as that would have seemed rude. From the way it looked and a quick glance inside, it HAD to be at least $1,000 so I was happy. I helped Lisa dress and then I straightened myself out. It wouldn't do to get home and have Richard think I'd caved in and let this guy fuck me! Actually, he knew how much I loved him and hopefully that thought never even entered his mind but then you never know about people, do you? Richard was home already when we returned. Later as we sat around the table as he asked me how the day went. I looked over at Lisa and smiled. I couldn't wait any longer to tell Richard what I'd done with his daughter. Well, you can imagine his reaction. After all, what kind of father wouldn't get off hearing about his daughter's first date as a whore? God, his dick stiffened like a flagpole as I described every detail I could remember. Of course, I didn't mention the part about eating the guy's cum although the memory of it made my pussy tingle! Afterwards he couldn't wait to take Lisa for himself, almost as if he had to prove his "ownership" or dominance over his little whore of a daughter. As I mentioned earlier, I was learning more each day that the best - and worst, thing about sexual perversion and immorality is that even though I loved it and no longer felt guilty about it, it seemed I was always needing a little more. I guess it's like an addict with a drug that she needs more and more of each time to get the same high. So it was with my continued slide downward into sexual depravity. Sure it had been great seeing Lisa being fucked by that guy but I knew if I ever did it with her again that I would need to go another step further, yet another rung down the ladder of common decency. It wasn't so much that it bothered me as the challenge it posed. The next time I chatted on-line I was more open about wanting to actually meet men – not for me, of course, but for Lisa. I wasn't really concerned about being caught by the police or anyone else because before I would chat about that I made sure they were really who they said they were. Until they cammed for me and I saw them cumming on a clothed pic of Lisa and then called me afterwards to tell me how much they wanted to fuck my daughter, I never mentioned anything that could be used against me. To further protect my privacy I bought a few of those cheap phones that come with minutes already and thus don't have to be registered. Hey, if they work for drug dealers then they should work just fine for a pedophile mother pedaling her daughter's pussy on-line to the highest bidder! One thing that surprised me was how many potential "clients" were local. Although I wasn't looking for anyone right next door, it WAS amazing to find out how many perverts lived within one or two hours drive of me. It wasn't long before I had a full appointment list of horny men who wanted to fuck my sexy little girl – and were willing to pay big bucks for the privilege. Of course, most of the guys ALSO wanted to be with her mom as well but that was off the table, even though I think we could have made a LOT more money that way. I wasn't doing this to get ME laid after all. I took pride in the fact that with all my fantasies and misdoings with Lisa, I was always completely faithful to my loving and caring husband. The next two men were almost the same scenarios as the first – a hotel room where they fucked my little girl as I watched. I couldn't keep taking Lisa out of school so I started making them right after school instead. There was always a friend where Sarah could play so that wasn't a problem either. Before another had passed, Lisa was a little whore to four more men. Surprisingly, all of the men turned out to be your "typical" guy you might see in the mall or at church. There was no single type as they ranged in age from twenties to fifties. Some were fit, others not so. Some married, most were not. Each paid more the one before him until I was up to a couple of thousand dollars for just two hours with Lisa! One side benefit to all of this was it provided an incredible boost to my own sex life. God, it was like Richard couldn't fuck me enough. Although he made it a point to "reclaim" Lisa each time I brought her back, between those times he was screwing me every chance he got – and I made sure he had plenty of chances! It was so sweet, like we were newlyweds again, fucking like rabbits. I never would have predicted that letting my husband and other men fuck our daughter would improve our marriage so much! Undoubtedly one of the reasons Richard's libido was so active was due to the influx of cash we were taking in thanks to prostituting our daughter. Ever since Lisa had been born we have been barraged with medical bills for her condition and I could see how the constant stress of making the budget was taking its toll on my husband's sex drive. Now with our checking account back in the black thanks to Lisa, it seemed a huge weight had been lifted from Richard's shoulders with a non-stop erection taking it's place. My God, it was like he was trying to make up for all the last sex in the past seven years in one month! Well, I certainly wasn't complaining! As far as Lisa went, all of this didn't seem to be causing any problems with her at all. If anything, she seemed happier than before. She has always been a sensitive girl and I am sure she could see the improvements in our marriage and the joy her father felt when she was with him. Her schoolwork continued to be excellent and if anything, she seemed to be more outgoing than before. Not being able to speak or hear, she was always a little shy but now her self- confidence seemed to be growing more with each guy that fucked her. As her mother, it's hard to describe how I feel when I see these men take Lisa like some little doll and do things to her that they probably had never imagined that they would ever get the chance to do for real. As her mom, I guess I felt pride in the way she handled everything and the way she seemed to accept her new sexual nature as being natural and even normal. God, I could never have done the things she was doing when I was her age! As a woman, seeing this seven year-old literally throw herself at men like an experienced prostitute was incredibly erotic. Any shyness she might have had at first had disappeared with the last few guys. Even at her age she seemed to sense the control she had over them and the lust they had for her. When we left the last guy, she actually appeared to be disappointed that it was over so quickly. Watching her with them, it was a wonder I didn't get a callous on my clit! Even at home it seemed all I did was masturbate from the time Richard left for work until he got home and fucked me. My cell phone was filled with photos of Lisa sucking cocks and being literally manhandled, helping me to get off when I shopped and ducked into a dressing room or rest room when I got horny. I had never felt so horny before in my life, not even as a young teenager! It was like I was consumed by the desire for sex. All I could think about, whether watching TV or sitting in church, was what more deviant and nasty things I could have my daughter do for my pleasure. Back to the first group of guys, they were all "normal", if you can call an adult man who wants to have sex with a second grade girl "normal". They wanted to fondle her and kiss her, then have their dicks sucked, and finally fuck her as best they could. Honestly, I think they all watch too much porn or something because each of them seemed to following the same "script". Oh well, they were happy and nobody ever tried to cheat us so I guess it really didn't matter what their motivations were. One thing I DID learn which really surprised me was that most of them did not want to cum IN her pussy. Instead, they mostly wanted to SEE their cum all over her. Some squirted all over her pussy but the majority went for her cute face and flat chest. I made it a point to never clean her off in the hotel room but rather just dressed her and brought her home in whatever state she was in. Maybe it was selfish of me because I know how itchy dried cum can be on your skin but it made me hot to look over at her and see her covered with cum as I drove home. It would have been hard to explain the cum on her face and in her hair had I been pulled over for speeding but fortunately that never happened. Another thing I learned about dealing with sex and young girls was that if you thought it was tough for a guy to fuck her in the pussy, that was NOTHING compared to trying to get it in her ass! One guy had an incredible ass fetish seemed to care less about her pussy, concentrating solely on Lisa's asshole. Lisa never did seem to like that, squirming and wiggling her butt all around when he would try to poke a finger up her. Her expression clearly said NO but of course, the guy didn't care what she wanted. He seemed to figure that since he was paying for her that he could do anything he wanted with her – WRONG! As my "price" for Lisa moved into the thousands of dollars, I found guys also became more demanding in their expectations. The biggest issue was time. The more they paid, the longer they wanted with her. At her age, though, she tired quickly so I tried to keep it to two hours or less, no matter how much they paid. Another thing they had in common was that not ONE of them ever seemed to have the slightest concern over how Lisa felt or what she wanted. Even the ones who claimed to have their own daughters at home treated her like shit. Just because she couldn't hear them or speak to them, it seemed that they didn't realize that Lisa had the same feelings and emotions that "normal" girls had – maybe even more. As her mom, I knew better. Lisa was exceptionally bright and VERY emotional. Perhaps she was even more so than other kids because she had to keep so much locked up inside of her. I could only imagine how she felt when I would turn her over to a man for his amusement. Was I betraying her trust? Did she think I was bad or a poor mother? She SEEMED to be enjoying it but was that just to please me? Did it really matter? One last thing they all had in common – each one, and I mean ALL of them, tried to hit up on me. From watching TV and the movies, I had assumed a pervert looking for seven year-olds wouldn't be interested in a married woman in her mid-thirties. Wrong! Maybe it wasn't so much they wanted me as they wanted Lisa's mom? Whatever the reason, every guy tried at least once to get me to let them fuck me but every time I adamantly said NO. I didn't even suck the later guys although the temptation was great. There was no need to show Lisa how to suck cock as she was becoming quite the skilled little cocksucker. Although I usually masturbated when they fucked Lisa, I preferred to staying dressed and just lifted my skirts or lowered my pants enough to get things done. Usually I would take a few pics with my cell phone for me and Richard to look at later. The main thing was that I was always ready to step in if necessary. As her mother, I wasn't about to let anything bad to happen to her! After the last guy, I remember driving home feeling a little let down. Even seeing Lisa with this huge blob of cum in the middle of the top of her head (he had been a little weird on his choices of where to cum on her) didn't revive my spirits. I needed to find something more than just bringing Lisa to a hotel room where some horny guy fucked her and sent her packing. Sort of "been there, done that" if you know what I mean. I had been chatting with one guy for weeks by now and I think at first he suspected me of being some police sting or whatever, someone trying to scam him into getting caught for being a pedophile. It wasn't until I showed him some pics of Lisa sucking a guy's dick in a hotel room that he finally seemed to believe that I wasn't a cop. Of course, before that he had masturbated for me and talked to me on there phone to tell me how much he wanted Lisa so I wasn't concerned about what HIS occupation might be. What attracted me to this guy (he still hadn't told me his name other than his IM handle) was that he didn't want to meet in a hotel. Instead, he wanted me to bring Lisa to his house! He lived on the opposite side of town, about a thirty minute drive, so it wasn't too far away. Then he offered me five thousand dollars for just one hour with Lisa at his home. Well, what kind of mother would I be to turn down an offer like THAT? When I told Richard about my plans, he was a little concerned about our safety but other than that it turned him on – enough to where he fucked me on the spot while we talked about all the dirty things we would let Lisa do for him. It was too bad he couldn't come with, I know he would have given anything to see his precious little daughter being drilled by some guy we never met before. When the day came I set out some cute little denim shorts for Lisa and the sweetest pink cami that let her soft belly peek through. The shorts were skimpier than I normally bought the girls and when Richard saw us getting ready to go, he commented on Lisa's outfit. "Nice…she'll look like a miniature streetwalker in those!" he said with a grin, "Too bad she doesn't have any tits yet." Lisa seemed to like the new outfits I had been buying her as well, especially the fancy little panties. She wanted to wear them to school but I had to try and explain to her that the clothes we bought for her to be with guys were NOT something she could wear to school. For the entire trip I played with myself as I drove. I was wearing along skirt again but it pulled up and out of the way easily, letting me slip aside my panties and finger myself as we drove across town. Lisa watched me masturbate but other that that, sat quietly in the seat next to me. No matter how many times I tried to show her how, Lisa refused to play with her pussy. I would put her hand on her crotch and at the same time touch myself to show her what to do but she obviously wasn't getting the same thrill that I was. Well, in a couple more years I knew THAT would change! Following my Google map directions, I turned into one of the numerous new subdivisions that had sprung up on the outskirts of town over the last ten years. The homes were nice without being to ostentatious. Small lots with bicycles and basketball hoops littering the driveways, all indicators of a typical middle-class neighborhood of young professionals. The home with the house number I was seeking didn't stand out from the others, for better or worse. It was just a typical house in a typical neighborhood. Well, at least we weren't going in some sleazy apartment downtown or something! As soon as I got out of the car, the front door opened and a guy started waving for us to hurry on inside. Lisa followed right behind me as we stepped inside, out of sight from the prying eyes of the neighbors. The first thing I noticed was the furnishings. Nothing elaborate, just some colonial style couches and chairs with a big screen TV where a fireplace might have been in an older home. "Hi, wow, I can't believe you actually showed up! I'm Ben by the way." Well, at least he had a name now, IF that was his real name which, of course, I was sure it wasn't. "And YOU must be Lisa!" he exclaimed, bending down on his knees and holding his arms out to her as if he was her long lost uncle greeting her for the first time. I reminded him that Lisa couldn't hear a word that he was saying so if he wanted to say something he needed to speak slower and look directly at her (instead of ogling my ass). "I want you to meet someone Lisa," he said to her, more slowly this time I doubt she picked it up as his eyes were still fixated on my rear end. Immediately the alarm bells went off in my head. We hadn't agreed for anyone else to be here and suddenly I felt incredibly vulnerable. What the hell was I doing anyway? Here I was with nobody but my deaf and dumb little girl, standing in a strange house with a confessed pedophile and who knows what else, and nobody knew where I was except my husband and he was at work! Whatever I feared might be coming, be it a gang of men or who knows what, I certainly wasn't prepared for what happened next. "Come on out Nathan," Ben called out towards the kitchen. Around the corner came a young boy. He looked to be maybe eleven or twelve and was actually quite cute, at least from a first impression. He had a mop of sandy hair that covered his ears and hung to his shoulders. What caught my attention, thought, were his eyes. They were as blue as a summer sky and they were totally transfixed on my daughter without a glance my way. It was clear what he was interested in! "Lisa, I want you to meet my son Nathan," Been said as an introduction. Once again I reminded him that Lisa couldn't hear a word he was saying but somehow I think he was really talking to me more than her. Lisa was staring at Nathan, just as I was. Perhaps it was because he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing! I couldn't recall having seen a boy his age naked before and Lisa certainly hadn't – at least that I knew about. If that in itself wasn't enough, the kid was sporting a raging erection and actually stroking it even as he walked into the room. God, not only was the guy a confessed pedophile, his son was a little pervert too! A cute pervert though, I had to admit to myself. "You'll have to pardon Nathan, he's been really looking forward to this and I guess he's a little excited - as you can tell." I was about to burst out, "Well yeah, you think?" but somehow managed to stifle myself. Lisa looked a little confused. By now she seemed to be getting use to the idea that her mommy was taking her to men for sex but this was a first for her! "What do you think? He's got a pretty nice little dick for his age I would say. Hell, I wish I'd been hung like that when I was twelve!" Frankly, what COULD I say? Honestly, little boys weren't my thing – I loved my husband's mature cock too much to downgrade, and seeing him stroking it totally unashamed in front of two people he had never met was a little unnerving more than a turn-on. "Well, you just going to stand there or do you want me to undress her?" Been asked, as if it was perfectly natural for this entire surreal situation to be taking place. "Has, um, Nathan ever done… this before?" I finally managed to ask. "Oh sure, don't worry about him. Nathan's fucked a few girls already. I got him started about six months ago with that redhead slut next door," Ben answered, as if I had asked him when his son had started playing baseball or something. "I have to say he's never done a girl from grade school before, let alone second grade. They've all been in high school at least so far. But as you can tell, he's anxious to try her out." "And you….?" "Well, I can't let Nathan have ALL the fun, now can I?" Ben laughed horribly. He looked at Lisa with the most evil smile on his face and from the look in his eyes I could tell he was without a doubt the most perverted and immoral man I'd ever met in my life. "Don't worry, Nathan and I will take GOOD care of little Lisa here, won't we Nathan?" Ben assured me. Nathan just nodded without missing a beat as he kept masturbating right in front of us. God, the little pervert was going to cum before we even got started if he wasn't careful! Ben continued, saying, "You know mom, maybe you should leave and go shopping at the mall down the road instead of hanging around here. That is, unless you'd like Nathan to do you too. He's never done a gal your age before but I bet he wouldn't disappoint you." He paused and then grinned that evil grin again as he looked me up and down like a piece of meat hanging in a butcher shop. "Of course, I wouldn't mind a piece of your ass myself. I promise, I'll make you forget all about your hubby back home." I just stared at him like he was crazy. There was no way in hell I would even THINK about leave my little Lisa alone with this man and his horny offspring! And as for Ben fucking me, not even in my horniest dreams would I let such a man get his dick anywhere near me! "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," I stammered as I reached for Lisa's hand to pull her away from them. Ben would have none of it. "Hang on a minute there. The money you asked for is in that envelope by the table so I've held up my end of the bargain. Time for you to do the same. Face it, Nathan and I are going to have some fun now with that little whore you call a daughter – IF she's really you daughter which I doubt since no real mother would let her daughter do this. You can stay and watch if you want, join in, or leave for the next couple of hours but regardless of what YOU do, WE are going to fuck HER whether you like it or not," Ben said harshly. Then he added, "Listen, I didn't force you to come here. Before you go pulling out that cell phone, think about how you're going to explain this to the cops without getting your own ass thrown in the slammer. I doubt too many judges are going to be sympathetic to a woman who pimps for her own daughter – and one as young as her to boot!" With that, he smiled at me as if everything was just fine and dandy, picked up Lisa I his arms, and carried her away upstairs like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. In this case, however, the act of consummation took on a whole new meaning. Poor Lisa looked back at me, her eyes wide and her mouth open. For a brief moment I felt sorry for her as she looked so scared! She may not have been able to hear what he had said to me, but she was remarkably perceptive when it came to picking up on people's emotions from their actions and facial expressions. I knew once they started fondling her and fucking her that she would settle down so in the end I wasn't THAT worried about her. Nathan followed right behind them, his cute little ass wiggling suggestively at me. The little pervert never let go of his cock the entire way up the stairs. Damn, that boy had serious issues when it came to his dick! I didn't know what to do so I just fell to the couch and put my head in my hands and cried. It was like being on an emotional roller coaster and after peaking I was heading back down the slope once again. My god, what had I gotten Lisa into this time? As perverted and sick as some of the men had been until now, none of them actually HURT Lisa. Sure, she may have had a sore pussy from guys trying to push their cocks too far into her undersized pussy, but none of them had forced themselves any further into her beyond the heads of their cocks – be it her ass or pussy. OK, there HAD been a few times she gagged when a guy tried to force his dick down her throat too far but they didn't actually "hurt" her. Cumming on her and in her mouth and pussy may have made a real mess of her, but again, it washed off and didn't cause her any harm. With Ben, however, I didn't know WHAT he was going to do to Lisa. The key question for me was whether or not I could do anything to stop him if he actually DID do something bad to her. After a few minutes I got up and looked around the house a bit. I was a little bit amazed to see it looked no different than any one of thousands of homes in such neighborhoods. What really surprised me were the photos of his wife and daughters. I suppose I had just assumed he lived alone with his nasty son as what mother would allow her boy to do such things? Nathan looked to be the youngest with two girls that I guessed as being in their mid to late teens. Hmmm, had Ben molested his daughters? I wondered if any of those "older" girls that Nathan fucked had been his sisters? What about his mom? Had she let her son fuck her while her husband and son did the daughters? In this family, I wouldn't have been surprised by anything. I heard some sounds coming from upstairs and my curiosity overcame my trepidation. Shit, what was I doing down here anyway? I should have followed them up to keep on eye on Lisa. I guess I had figured nothing TOO terrible was going to happen right away so I wasn't in any rush but now what if I was wrong? Heading up the stairs, it wasn't hard to find them as they hadn't even bothered closing the door to the bedroom. I froze as I stepped into the bedroom and took in the scene on the bed. Little Nathan was fucking my Lisa and I mean he was FUCKING her. None of this "cock head barely in her" crap, he was ramming his little dick in and out of her like some porn movie star. Lisa was completely naked, on her back with her legs up in the air. I couldn't see the look on her face because Ben was practically sitting in her head, his stiff cock in her mouth as he pinned her arms to the bed. Heck, between the two of them, I could barely even see Lisa! "Oh…My…..God!" was all I could get out. Ben looked up and saw I was standing there and grinned at me. "Hey mom, so what do ya think? She was god-awful tight but Nathan here was up to the challenge. Heck, she didn't make a sound!" I wanted to scream out that of COURSE she didn't make a sound, she couldn't speak! Lord knows how it must have hurt her the first time he shoved his dick all the way up her, no matter how small he was compared to her father or the previous men who had tried valiantly, but unsuccessfully, to bury their own dicks in her. Nathan looked back at me over his shoulder and grinned, not missing a beat in the process. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. His boy-sized cock was going all the way into my Lisa's pussy! Granted, he was maybe half the size of the men who had tried before, but still, she was finally being truly fucked – and by a pretty cute little stud at that! "Well, well.. looks like the little whore has sucked dick before, hasn't she?" Ben asked, feeding his cock to Lisa's mouth like a giant sausage hanging from his hairy crotch. I just nodded and he grinned saying, "Yeah, she couldn't wait for some cock in her mouth. Once she started sucking it was like a baby with a pacifier!" I didn't want to watch any more of it. God knew what this perverted devil and his evil spawn would do to her next - I really didn't want to know. I wanted nothing more than to retreat back to the living room and masturbate, to occupy myself so I wouldn't think about what was happening upstairs. In the end, of course, I stayed. After all, I WAS her mother and I had to make sure nothing bad happened to her. They could fuck her all they wanted, I wasn't worried about that as the most that would result would be a sore pussy and she would get over it. It was the things I didn't anticipate that worried me. After all, I hadn't expected him to bring his son so who knows what else he might have up his sleeve for her? The two of them used Lisa as their private fuck toy for almost two hours – a record for her when it came to sex. I had to say, I was impressed by Nathan's stamina and enthusiasm. I counted at least four times in just two hours that he unloaded on Lisa and he was STILL hard when his dad called it quits after his one- and only, orgasm finally arrived Maybe there was something to say about young boys after all? As for me, I couldn't help but get off watching Lisa take a cock completely for the first time. As I rubbed my clit, I wondered what it would be like to have his little cock in ME instead. It didn't take long to reach my first orgasm and Ben couldn't help but comment on it. "Hey mom, you like seeing him fuck her, don't you. I think maybe you want some if it for yourself – or would you prefer a larger version?" he said with a leer as he stroked his cock over Lisa. Actually, had he been decent about it or had Nathan simply walked over to me with that cute little erection, who knows what I might have done. By being so crude, it took the edge off and although my pussy was screaming for their dicks, I managed to stay faithful to my husband. It wasn't easy though! When they were done, the two of them left leaving me alone with Lisa. Her eyes seemed almost dazed as she just laid on her back on the bed, totally exhausted the poor thing. She was practically covered in cum as Ben's load had squirted all over her at the end, not to mention Nathan's contributions which made up in quantity what they lacked in volume. From the sperm oozing out of her pussy, Nathan must have left at least one of his inside of her. I imagined her pussy had to be pretty sore judging from how swollen and red it was. "Well mom, you must be proud of her, she even took almost half my dick," Ben announced proudly as he struck his head back in the room. "Shit, I've never seen Nathan cum so many times before!" I just ignored him and dressed her quickly, ignoring the cum that seemed to be on virtually every square inch of her. "Tell me Ben, do you do this to your daughters as well?" Ben look truly aghast, as if I was asking something totally off base. "Oh my god, no," he said immediately, "I would NEVER do something like this to MY daughters. Really, what kind of father do you think I am?" I could have told him but right then I had one objective in mind – to get out while I could in one piece. Ignoring his response, I took Lisa by the hand and went out the front door, not forgetting to grab the thick envelope by the doorway. He had better have included every penny of the five thousand dollars that I had demanded from him before coming over! Lisa sat in the front seat like a zombie for the rest of the way home. I handed her some tissues and she looked in the vanity mirror to try to get most of the cum off. I wondered whose it was – Nathan's or Ben's. When we arrived home, I saw Richard's SUV parked in the driveway. I silently placed a bet as to how long it would take for him to fuck her once he learned what she had done this afternoon. It wasn't very long, trust me! It must have hurt like hell when he penetrated her with his dick but what was I suppose to say? She was his daughter and if he wanted to fuck her, then he should be able to fuck her without me saying anything. Afterwards, as I gazed at the incredible sight of my nude daughter laying in bed with her father's arms wrapped around her and his cum-covered dick in her hand. I couldn't help but feel so proud of my little girl! How many second grade mothers at PTA have daughters who can suck a cock like my Lisa? I bet my daughter could please any of their husbands better than those conservative frigid women. Hmmm, I wonder how many would do my Lisa? Chapter 4 – I Want To Be a Whore Too ==================================== In Chapter 1, I explained how I made the transition from your everyday housewife and mom to a sexual deviant, starting with chatting on the Internet to lusting for my daughter until finally I violated my own daughter. My dream was to get my husband involved… In Chapter 2, My husband discovered what I had been doing on-line and then with our daughter. After some initial problems, it ended up with him taking his daughter as only a father can. I was SO proud of my little slut of a daughter! When we noticed other men looking at her in "that" way, we realized it was time for her to start helping out with her medical bills. Besides, what could be more hot than whoring out your seven year-old daughter? In Chapter 3, I learned how erotic it can be having a second grade whore as your daughter, not to mention incredibly lucrative! From the beginning one guy had been pestering me constantly to meet with me and Lisa. My issue with him was that he wanted to include several of his friends and make a night of it, at least most of the night. It wasn't so much the gangbang that bothered me, it was simply that Lisa's little pussy was already sore enough as it was after one guy fucked her so I didn't think she was ready yet. Maybe someday when she gets older, who knows? Still, he kept hitting me up with emails showing me his dick (of course), and then one of five guys standing in a row with their dicks hanging out of their pants, claiming it was him and his friends He DID cam for me a few times and so I was able to verify that the cock in the photos WAS his, but that still didn't tell me for sure about the rest of the guys in the photo. After the session with Ben and Nathan, however, the idea of putting Lisa out with a group of guys just seemed hotter and more possible the more I thought about it. Heck, if she could take two guys she could take more. The next night I got into the chat room and there he was, dinging me again asking when we could meet. I asked him to cam for me and show me how bad he wanted it which he quickly accepted and the next thing I knew, there he was in that little window, nude with his cock in his hand. Frankly, his dick didn't look all that big, not nearly as large as a lot of guys who loved to show off on their cams. But hey, so long as it worked, that was what counted in the end. Besides, with Lisa the last thing she needed was a giant porn star sized dick! Although I knew how to use our web cam, having used it to talk to friends and elatives in the past, I had never turned it on for guys I talked dirty to. Richard had showed me how easy it was to capture images from people's cams and the last thing I needed was some guy posting nude photos of me masturbating on my cam. I pulled my robe shut and turned it on. He must have seen the little indicator showing my cam was ready because instantly he was sending me a message to let him see me. Oh well, what could it hurt to show myself in my robe? It felt odd to have this guy watching me as he masturbated. He kept asking me to open my robe but I refused – not going to go THAT far. Then he asked about Lisa and after a little internal debate I called for her. She was wearing her Dora pajamas and looked cute as a button. Her eyes widened when she saw the image on my screen. It easy funny, even thought she had sucked and been fucked numerous times now, seeing a cock on the computer screen was embarrassing to her! When the guy saw her standing behind me he started to really stroke fast and then he lifted up a sheet of paper with a photo of me and Lisa nude in the bathtub. Although the picture didn't SHOW anything that couldn't be published in a national magazine (and I don't mean Playboy), it was rather suggestive. Lisa didn't move or do much of anything as the two of us watched this guy jerk himself off until he finally came all over her photo. I looked at Lisa and she seemed more curious than anything. It obviously didn't turn her on like it did me as my hand was between my legs while hers were at her side. The guy kept asking to see Lisa naked but I refused. Richard's warnings about sending child pornography over the internet rung in my ears. The next night was sort of a repeat of the previous one which meant it was boring for me already. I decided to see how far I cold push him so when he inevitably asked if we would meet him, I said I would think about it if he came in his mouth and fingered his asshole for me. Based on my Richard's reactions to such things, I figured it was about the two nastiest things I could ask him to do. Of course he wouldn't do it which would then give me the excuse to turn down his request to meet him once and for all. Sometimes I forget how decent and moral of a man my husband is. Sure, Richard may fuck his seven year-old daughter now and then but that didn't make him a bad man, just a horny dad. Besides, Lisa was his daughter and she owed him if for nothing else than all the crap he had gone through these past seven years since she was born. Anyway, I had based my bluff on Richard, who would eat rat poison before he ate sperm (he is VERY homophobic) and although he loved to play with my ass, he would chop off his hand before touching his own asshole. God, the one time I had to give him a suppository you would have thought I was doing the nastiest thing in the world to him! T never occurred to me that other men may not be so restrictive in their actions. My eyes were glued to the screen as I watched this guy work his way around on the chair such that he was on his back with his legs up and over his head. Although he couldn't bend enough to get his dick in his mouth (What is that old joke about why a dog licks his dick?), he did get it positioned ABOVE his mouth such that when he finally came, he opened his mouth and his cum squirted in. Oh my god, he had actually done it! When he twisted himself back around again he opened his mouth like some cheap whore to show me the cum on his tongue and then he swallowed it down. Well, score one for the pervert! Despite losing the first bet, I was still confident that I was safe. Like I said, Richard loved to play with my asshole, even when I wasn't thrilled about it, but he treated his own like it was radioactive! Sometimes I wondered how he wiped himself after a dump the way he seemed so allergic to that part of his body. Well, I was soon to find out that not all men are like my Richard! Having swallowed down his own cum, the guy turned such that his ass was pointed at the cam. To be perfectly honest, most guys do NOT have the ass of a Chippendale dancer and this guy was no exception. It was a actually little disgusting to get such a close-up to where I could make out a pimple on his butt! Lisa had such a cute little ass that even her asshole was squeaky clean and pink. Not this guy's, that was for sure. He reached behind himself and without any hesitation, stuck his finger in his nasty hairy asshole! I could only imagine how it must have smelled! Gross! As if that wasn't enough, he then managed to get TWO fingers in and the sight of his asshole stretching out to accommodate his fingers was one of the most unnerving images I will ever retain in my head. About the only thing he could have done more disgusting was to shit on his own fingers and I silently gave thanks that I hadn't dared him to do THAT! Now that my bluff had been called, clearly he was expecting me to agree to meet with him. He looked pretty pissed off when I said no and his web cam went dark almost immediately. I couldn't really blame him as he had met his end of the bargain and I was the one reneging on her promise. Of course, I had never expected he would actually DO the things I had asked so it wasn't like I actually changed my mind. Despite everything, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty at my deception, intended or not. About an hour later my conscience was so beaten up that I sent him an e-mail and said I would bring Lisa to meet him. Almost instantly my IM bell rang and he was asking me when. I check the calendar and we agreed on the following Saturday night. It was only a few days away which was fine with me because I knew if it went TOO far out I would probably lose my resolve and renege once again. Before signing off, he checked one last time that it was gong to be OK to bring over some of his friends. That was fine with me as after all, it wasn't ME that was going to be fucked! The only thing left was the bill but when I told him it would cost $1,000 for each guy he didn't hesitate hardy a second before agreeing that the amount was fine with him. Wow! That meant Lisa might earn us five or six thousand dollars in one shot! Now that's what you call earning your keep! Later when I told Richard about it he looked skeptical as if he couldn't believe it. I assured him that this guy was REALLY interested and even told him what the guy had done to "earn" my agreement. Richard grimaced when I told him about the cum swallowing but that was nothing to the disgusted look when he heard about the ass playing. "Honey, why do you want to touch my ass all the time but you won't touch yours?" I finally had to ask. Richard didn't answer but just shook his head like a dog trying to shake off fleas. Oh well, can't teach this old dog new tricks I guess. Saturday couldn't come fast enough. I laid out Lisa's school uniform and she looked confused when I told her to put it on later that day sine it wasn't a school day and normally I never allowed her to wear it anywhere else. The uniforms simply cost too much to be used for anything except school. In this case, I could easily buy a new one with the money Lisa was about to "earn". Seeing her in her uniform, I couldn't help but smile and hug her. God she looked so adorably cute in it! No wonder guys always seemed to be fantasizing about school girls in uniform. She wore a new pair of white panties underneath as it just didn't seem proper for her to be bare ass in her school uniform. She looked at me and I pushed my finger in and out of her mouth like a guy's dick and smiled. She smiled back at me and I was sure she understood that something was in store for her – something that involved sucking a dick. I was the perfect proud mother, pleased that my little girl had adapted so quickly to sucking cocks. It was she was born to it – and maybe she was as compensation for her other handicaps. Some people e claim other sense are more intense when one is lost. Maybe Lisa compensated for her handicaps through her sexual drive, even if she WAS only seven. I couldn't believe how horny I was during the drive over to the house where the party was to be held. Thankfully I can drive with one hand as my left hand was practically glued to my pussy for the entire trip. The car must have stunk like pussy by the time we arrived! When I pulled up to the address I had been given, my first impression as that there ,must have been a mistake. It wasn't a house, it was some kind of bar instead. No wonder he had told me to go in through the back door as there was no way I was taking Lisa, a minor, through the front door of a bar! The back door was locked, however, so I knocked sharply a couple of times. I breathed a sigh of relief when the guy who had been camming with me appeared at the door. I almost didn't recognize him with clothes on! "Maria?" he asked through the screen door. "Who else were you expecting?" I said impatiently. I didn't exactly feel comfortable standing outside the back door of a bar with my second grade daughter in tow. "Sorry.. come on in," he said apologetically, opening the door for us to enter. "I'm Matt. So I take it that this is your little slut of a daughter Lisa?" he said with a leer. Well, at least he wasn't trying to pretend to be some noble guy or anything but he COULD have been a little more respectful towards my daughter. Then again, why should he? It wasn't like he wasn't saying anything that wasn't true. "I thought this would be at your house," I commented, "What's the story here anyway?" Matt rolled his eyes as if it was the stupidest question he had ever heard. "Are you kidding? My wife would kill me!" He hadn't mentioned he was married before but it didn't surprise me. Most of the older guys I chatted with were married, or at least claimed to be. It was always the same old story – wife lost her sex drive and couldn't keep husband happy anymore so he was out looking for more. "C'mon in, everyone's waiting, you're late you know." Matt huffed. We went down a dim hallway to what looked to be some sort of meeting room. It was a fairly large place with a carpeted floor and chairs set up in a circle. Waiting inside were what looked to be at least a dozen guys (it turned out to be thirteen when I finally took a count). What the hell was going on? I was expecting maybe five or six at the most. Matt must have seen the questioning look in my eye and the subconscious way I pulled Lisa in tighter to me. "Yeah, I know, there's a few more than I said there would be but once word got out…well, everyone seemed to want in on it." "$1,000 each, right?" Again Matt rolled his eyes as if he couldn't believe I had the audacity to even ask. "Of course. Money's in the envelope over there if you want to check it out first." It would have seemed a little tacky to count the money in front of everyone so I took it and loaded it into my purse without breaking the seal. It was certainly heavy and thick enough! God, $14,000!! Little Lisa was turning into a regular gold mine! By now they had all seen us enter and I could see them talking to each other but couldn't quite make out what was being said. From the way they were staring at me and Lisa, I know they weren't talking about the weather! Matt brought us up closer to the circle of perverts. "Hey, mom's here too!" someone called out. "So do we get her too?" another guy followed up. "Now fellas, you know what I told you all before," Matt cautioned them with his arms and hands up, "Just the girl. Mom's off limits." "Shit, then why is she here?" someone complained. I wasn't going to leave that unanswered. "Now look here," I said forcefully, "You don't expect me to leave her here alone with you all, do you? Don't worry, you can fuck my daughter all you want but God help the one who hurts her…OK?" "Whoa momma!" someone chuckled, "She told you, didn't she?" "Hey Matt, let's get this show on the road!" some big guy growled. Frankly, I didn't have a clue what to do next. It's not like this was something we discussed at PTA meetings. I could just imagine all us mothers gathered around, discussing how we could put our daughters on display and let the men fuck them all. Yeah, not likely! Matt took Lisa by the hand and led her to the circle while I grabbed a spare chair along the wall next to the door to watch. Lisa looked back, her face showing she was a little scared. I couldn't blame her; it was like watching a little lamb being led to slaughter by a pack of wolves waiting for her. Matt took her into the middle of the ring and introduced Lisa. Someone called out, asking her how old she was. "Like I told you all before, she's seven," Matt answered for her, "And for your information, she can't hear a thing so don't try to ask her any more questions. Also, she can't talk so don't worry when she doesn't say anything." "Don't worry, when she gets my cock she'll be moaning no matter what's wrong with her," someone bragged. "Yeah right, like your little dick ever made a girl moan before," someone teased him back. Matt stepped in before things got out of hand. "OK, that's enough. Who wants to be first?" Of course they ALL wanted but fortunately Matt had prepared ahead of time. "Give me a break guys. What I meant was who had the first ticket?" Evidently they had drawn numbers or something ahead of time because each of them had a small stub with a number written on it. "Give it to her Frank!" someone encouraged him. And so it started. Frank was the first as he undid his pants and brought out his cock. Of course his so-called friends all hooted and teased him about his cock size but Lisa didn't care, She seemed to instinctively know what to do by now when a man revealed his dick to her and she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth like a trained tiger or something. "Damn, she knows what to do already!" someone commented in a tone bordering on disbelief. My heart was bursting with pride already. God my daughter was such a slut! As Frank directed his cock to her little mouth, Lisa grabbed it with her hand started to go to work on him. "Shit, the little whore knows what she's doing!" he exclaimed, obviously surprised at Lisa's prowess as a cock sucker. "Hey mom, you teach her to do this?" he called over to me. "Me and her daddy," I said, the pride coming through as I answered. With all of them there, it wasn't like she could suck each one off to orgasm so they traded one by one. Gradually the line became less structured and they gathered in closer to her, dropping their pants and standing there naked from the hips down with their cocks in their hands while they waited their turn. Lisa was literally surrounded by dicks! In a way, I was jealous of the little vixen. I had never had so many dicks at my disposal in my life and her at just seven she had a complete buffet of dicks at her disposal! Up until now, she still had all her clothes on but that wasn't going to last much longer from the way they started tugging on her uniform and groping her through it. With a non-stop series of cock in =her mouth, she couldn't very well undress herself so soon she had help – lots of it. Before I knew it, her uniform was tossed off to the side along with her panties and my little girl was naked in the middle of them all. Several hands were groping her and fondling her, running their hands over her flat chest, testing out her tiny nipples for any response. Of course a few went straight for her ass and pussy and it didn't take long before someone was trying to push his finger up into both holes. Any other girl her age would have been freaked out forever at this point. Just imagine that little bitch Jessica whose mother ran the school board. She was Lisa's age and always the miss prissy at school. Well, I bet she couldn't suck a dozen cocks while having a finger up her ass and pussy at the same time! What made me so proud was that Lisa was doing it all on her own without any help from me! What mother in her right mind could watch her daughter being used like this and NOT get soaking wet in the process? God, I was so horny seeing her getting all that cock! Someone suddenly came and squirted cum all over the back of her head, coating her hair with the messy goop. "Figures that Sam would be the first," someone teased, "Shit, he use to cum in his pants during gym class with the girls!" They all laughed but it wasn't long before a couple more guys shot their own loads, one hitting her right between the eyes while another coated her flat chest and shoulders. Damn, why couldn't I have some of that cum! It was the last straw to see her getting their cum as I reached under my skirt and started to play with myself. Lisa may have worn panties but that didn't mean her mom had to! "Hey, look at mom over there!" someone called out after noticing me masturbating. "Shit, I think mom wants some of this for herself," another guy said, maybe hoping it was true. "C'mon mom, get over here and join your daughter," Matt encouraged me. Long before we had showed up I had promised Richard that I would only let them fuck Lisa and that I would just watch and make sure she was OK. He trusted me to be faithful and I fully expected to honor that trust. Yet to be fair, how was I suppose to just sit here and watch my daughter have all the fun? It wasn't like I was going to let them fuck me or anything. It was just oral sex which really wasn't actually "sex" even, was it? I recalled that way back when I first started with Lisa how I had sucked that guy's cock for her to watch. THAT hadn't been cheating so what was the big deal now. That was it. Enough of this crap, I wasn't going to just sit idly by and masturbate when over a dozen guys needed their dicks sucked. In any case, I had only expected maybe five or six guys. It wasn't fair that Lisa would have to try to satisfy twice as many guys without any help. So regardless of whether I wanted it for myself or not, I needed to help my daughter. Want that why I was here after all? I lowered my skirt and stood up to the applause and cheers of everyone as I walked slowly forward to join my daughter in the center of them all. I wasn't about to strip for them so I kept my clothes on but I knew it would be a hopeless task to try and keep them all from fondling me through them. So long as that was ALL they did, I was OK with it. Lisa looked at me and smiled. Seeing the expression on her face made me glad I had made the decision to join her. She clearly seemed happy that her mom was next to her. No sooner had I kneeled down then the first dick was in my face and I had to say, mommy was glad to have joined her as well! This was a first for me. I had never sucked more than one cock at a time in my life and except for the short time with that first guy, had only sucked Richard's in the past ten years or so. Between the two of us, we sucked cock until my mouth was sore and most of them had cum. The majority had cum on Lisa, leaving her looking a total mess, but a couple had shot their loads on me, despite my protests about ruining my outfit. Well, for $14,000 I could buy a new one! Ironically, only one came in my mouth and that was one of the black guys (there were four in all plus a couple of Asians). It was the first time I'd even sucked a black dick let alone tasted the cum from one. Personally, I didn't see what the big deal was! Cum is cum, no matter what color the dick. Of course for the amount of money they paid they were expecting more than a BJ so some of them started to complain they weren't getting to fuck her. I didn't blame them, what guy wouldn't want to fuck my little sweetie? "Enough of this crap, I want her on my lap," the biggest guy there growled, He looked to be over 300 pounds and was your basic fat slob but he DID have a decent enough dick. He was sitting on one of the chairs with his pants off but his shirt still on which helped to hide some of the grotesqueness of his stomach. Once again I reflected on how fortunate it was that I was beside her as I was able to be the one to help her ride him. This was a first time for her in this position so I had to help her get up on his lap and squat down on his dick. This was the first time Lisa was doing the fucking, you might say, so I helped her get his dick in position and then motioned for her to sit down on it. Of course, she was so incredibly tight that all his dick could do was bend under the pressure, making him groan more in pain than anything else. "Shit she's fucking tight!" he grimaced. I used my hand to scoop some of the cum that was on her face and hair and used it to lube up his dick with my hand, stroking his cock and covering it with someone's cum. Then I helped Lisa get into position once again and make another effort. By the time he got his dick in her, she had to repeat the "lube" process a could of more times and I was about to admit defeat when suddenly he popped in her like there was nothing to it. "Oh fuck, she's going to pinch it off!" he groaned again as her tight pussy clamped down him like a little vise. He was only an inch or so in her but that was enough for both of them. I reached down and stroked his dick while she instinctively started to twist her hips around his dick, getting it to move around in her as best it could with her tiny pussy gripping it like a drowning sailor reaching for a life jacket. Oh yeah, that's it, don't stop!" he moaned as I jerked him off. Suddenly he groaned even louder and I felt his cock surge in my hand as he released his load into my Lisa's pussy. He wasn't that far in to send it deep inside of her and as soon as he started to shoot it there were rivers of cum streaming from her pussy around his dick. "So what do you think mom, like seeing that cum in your girl?" he said cockily, obviously quite proud of himself. Before I could answer, someone had grabbed Lisa and pulled her up and off his cock and dropping her to the floor. He spread her legs open and went down on her missionary style without wasting another moment. Damn, this guy really wanted to fuck her bad! Another guy, another shot of cum in her. The process was repeated several more times until not only was she covered in cum on the outside, but her pussy must be absolutely filled to capacity with all the cum that had been dumped in it. Probably one of the more intriguing guys to fuck her was this thin black guy. His cock was like jet black with the most stiff curly pubic hair you could imagine. It must have felt like a Brillo pad against her tender pussy when he ran his hard thin dick and down her cum-slicked pussy slit. When he finally got it in her, the contrast between her smooth pearl-white pussy and his dark black dick was beautiful to watch as he did his best to stroke it in and out of her as best he could. When he came he held his dick down by her pussy but the first shot hit her just below the neck. God, talk about range! He dropped his aim after that so the rest covered her freshly fucked pussy. Then he let her lick the drops of cum from the tip that remained. The fact he was black didn't seem to phase her whatsoever. After the sixth guy I could tell Lisa was in real pain. Her poor pussy was so red, even with all the cum trying to hide it, and she had tears running from her eyes after the last guys had tried to shove himself further in her than he should have. As much as she deserved to be fucked by these guys, she didn't deserve to be hurt either. My motherly instincts kicked in and I did what any mother would have done in this situation – I offered myself in lieu of my daughter. Actually, I didn't even really think about it or else I might have just let them keep fucking Lisa and who knows what permanent harm they may have done to her. Seeing her crying so hard, clutching her pussy with her hands as if pleading for them to stop, I just reacted without realizing what I had agreed to until after it was already too late. "Hey, who wants to fuck me instead of her now?" I offered myself to them. For a moment I feared that they might not take me up on the offer! After all, here I was probably the same age as their wives, maybe even the same build as them, and I expected them to give up a seven year old second grader for THAT? The only thing I really had going for me was that I was "the mom". It wasn't like they were fucking Maria the housewife. No, they were being offered Maria, Lisa's mother. "You asked for it bitch," one of the black guys growled at me like some animal in heat. During the first few guys it was hardly even what you would call fucking but instead just something mechanical I was doing to protect Lisa. At first all I could do to concentrate on what was happening to me and keeping an eye out on Lisa to make sure nobody had second thoughts about doing her again. It wasn't until I felt the fourth guy erupting inside of me that the magnitude of what I was doing truly struck home. "Ahhhhhh, take my cum, take it in your pussy," he mumbled as he thrust his hips hard into me with each load. I could feel the warmth of his cum in me and suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks, God, I was a whore! A total stranger had his dick in me and now he was literally mating me and I was letting him do it just because he paid me. I didn't care less about him yet I could feel his cock in me just as if the man who meant more to me than anyone, my husband Richard. God, his cock felt like Richard's, thick and burning hot as he released his sperm in me. It was the no different than when Richard gave me HIS sperm and we created the incredible little girl that was now watching her mother whore herself to this bastard. What would Richard say if he found out what I was doing right now? How would he feel the next time he fucked me if he knew the last dick in me, indeed the last half dozen dicks, had belonged to another man. Would I be dirty to him, unworthy of his love? What would I think about the next time my husband fucked me? How could I ever put what was happening to me now out of my head? Maybe the worst thing about being fucked by all these men was that I LIKED it. I LOVE being fucked. Normally once Richard cums its all over for a while until he can recover. Now I was being fucked and cum in and then being fucked right away again. It was like when I masturbated and brought myself to one orgasm followed by another and then another except now it was a steady stream of men with their hard dicks all wanting to be in me – and I WANTED them in me. Well, the only possible outcome was for Richard NOT to find out what I had become. Like a light switch had been thrown I suddenly felt so ashamed of myself. How could I have betrayed Richard's faith in me just to keep Lisa from a little pain. It wasn't like she didn't deserve it. If she hadn't put us in such a financial bind she wouldn't be here in the first place. Worst of all, I was ashamed of how much I WANTED to be fucked again, even now as I felt consumed with shame my pussy was begging for another cock – and it was winning the battle! By the way, just like Lisa I also got my first black dick. Thank god he chose me instead of Lisa as his cock was at least twice as large as the black guy who had done my daughter. Even so, just as with the blowjob I couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. Had I been blindfolded I would have never known he was black! What's the big deal about fucking black guys anyway? "Oh crap Bill, what the hell are you doing?" I heard someone ask in a tone of voice that didn't bode well for whatever it was that this "Bill" was up to. At the time I was riding a guy who was flat on his back, my ass towards his face as he reached under my skirt (I never did undress) and played with my ass. I looked over to where I thought Lisa was resting and damn if some guy wasn't shaking his cock in that familiar movement I had seen Richard do many a time – after he had taken a piss! The idiot had just peed all over my girl! "You know, there's a restroom down the hall you jerk," one of the guys said in disgust. "Hey, looks good to me," another guy countered as a second guy stood over her and this time I got to see what he was doing. A stream of yellow urine appeared and eh aimed it for Lisa. Stomach and then ran it up to he chest and over her face as she tightened her lips and eyes together against the warm urine. God, they were using her like a urinal! What the hell was THAT all about anyway? "You want some mom?" another guy said, holding his dick as it looked like he was just waiting for me to say yes. "You piss on me and I'll bite your dick off," I threatened him. "Oh wow Henry, she told you didn't she!" Matt chuckled. Obviously disappointed, he turned and let it loose on Lisa instead. Oh well, it wasn't like she wasn't already covered in it already so what was a little more going to hurt her? I was just concerned they didn't do it on me! By then the last guy had filled me with yet another load of cum. God, I was going to be leaking sperm all night! I stood up and as I did, a big blob of cum drained from me and dropped to the floor. Yep, ALL night. "Satisfied?" I asked Matt. I looked at my watch and was surprised to see we had been there almost four hours! My, how time flies when you're having fun. "Yeah, I guess so," he said, looking around at the guys who all seemed to be more interested in getting their pants back on than us. Typical men, hot and horny until they cum and then it's all over. "Do this again some time?" I patted him on the cheek and shook my head. I didn't think so! I helped Lisa to her feet and dropped her uniform over her head and straightened it out best I could. God, she smelled like an outhouse! Fortunately, we would be home soon and she could take a shower. I left her panties behind. I'm sure one of the guys would take it as a souvenir. As sore as her pussy looked, the last thing she needed was panties pulling up against it. Back home Richard was waiting for us anxiously. He wrinkled his nose when he got sloe to Lisa and looked at me with questions in his eyes. "Don't even ask!" I said as I whisked her to the shower. I jumped in with her to try and wash myself off before Richard realized what a whore his wife had been that night. As we showered I started to wonder if it was really such a bad thing after all. God, imagine how much we could make as a mother-daughter team! Richard swears to me that the next time he gets to take Lisa out. He's mentioned something about a bachelor party and using Lisa as the entertainment. How do I explain to him that mom needs to go along so she can play tag team with her daughter?