Perverts 'R' Us
Kids!
By Boy Trainer ( F/dom, b/g, b/b, Mbb/F, inc-fam, preg, rel, nc )
It was no surprise when I pulled my Mercedes SUV up the driveway with the thing loaded to the roof in groceries, that there would be a bunch of kids running around naked and that they would be whooping and hollering like wild animals. I wasn't surprised that none of them would offer to help me unload them even though I was six months pregnant again. I wasn't even surprised that as soon as I parked, when they all ran up to me and asked me if I got them their favorite foods like dogs waiting for treats.
Hell I wasn't even surprised when I entered the doorway to the living room to find three sets of siblings rutting like rabbits; one couple breeding on the couch, one couple on the rug and one couple in a sixty-nine on the coffee table. (Well technically they couldn't be counted as breeding, after all twin brothers can't get each other pregnant), but still they are all the oldest of my kids and knew I was going grocery shopping. The least they could do is OFFER to help me, but no.
"God-damn-it!" I spat under my breath and stepped through the incestuous orgy towards the kitchen where I set the bags I had in my arms on the counter. "Where the fuck is your father?"
"Umph…" grunted my oldest fifteen-year-old boy Adam, in between his thrusts as he fucked his twelve-year-old sister Rebecca. "In the bedroom… fucking Stacy… Umph."
"Stacy?" That astonished me because Stacy was only seven and I thought she was still a virgin. Bob isn't allowed to take his daughter's cherries. Only the boys are and only if she says she's ready. Plus, Bob's not allowed to get any of his daughters or granddaughters pregnant. Again, that privilege is only given to their brothers. "Stacy's a virgin!" I almost exploded.
"Umph… No she's not umph…, Sam got her cherry last week."
"Oh…" I eased for a moment. At least Sam was close to her age and as small as Sam's dick was, it might not have hurt her. Besides, there is no way Stacy could get pregnant anyways. They were both too young to be fertile. Still it was good practice for them.
"God-damn-it Bob!" I was still pissed. "I needed help and I can't ask the kids. It's against the rules to interrupt anyone having sex. Besides, it's just plain rude."
Even though there was no answer from the bedroom I knew Bob heard me, but again I can't interrupt anyone having sex, so I waited. I waited and I waited, but there was no Bob.
"Fine." I said in frustration and sat at the kitchen table.
"What are you doing mom?" Aaron asked when he grudgingly unlatched from the suction his lips had on his twin brother's almost hairless dick. (I, myself love the looks and feel of the very first hints of puberty, so I felt his anguish.)
He couldn't see me because he was on his back and his brother's legs blocked his view. "It's hot outside and the ice cream will melt."
"Yeah Mom." Arthur did the same, but they were still both clutching each other's asses. "You can't let the ice cream melt."
"I don't fucking care." I said and to prove it I kicked off my shoes and threw off my sun dress. "I'm NOT unloading that car all by myself."
The next thing I knew the twins were heading out the door with their glistening little erections leading the way. I guess ice cream was more important than a good blowjob.
"You don't have to quit on a count of me." I groaned.
"It's OK, we already came." Aaron said.
"Yeah, four times." Arthur added. "We were just farting around." (God they have nice round asses.) I thought as they walked out the door.
That reminded me that tonight their father and I have the unpleasant task of getting them ready for transport. They don't know it, but they have both been sold. It's a shame too, because I understand that they have talented ass too. Bob especially likes fucking them.
He loves to have them on their backs side by side with their knees hoisted to the sides of their heads while their dad thrusts a couple times in one then alternates to the other. I love watching their ass holes stay open when their father pulls out to insert in the other's moist gaping ass. From the right angle you can actually see their pink colons when he does it too.
After they've had a good dose of their father's cum pumped into them, I sometimes get down between their legs festinated on how Bob's white cum pools just inside. One time I even got a straw and sucked it out. Man that's tasty!
That night I made them their favorite meals chicken and dumplings and afterward Bob and I had a nice long session with them. I didn't get much from the exchange because they are after all gay, but I did enjoy watching them getting madly fucked by their father.
It was when they thought I was just watching Bob's nine-inch cock slamming all the way in and all the way out I took the opportunity to slip a suppository inside each of their gaping holes. Just when Bob's dick pulled out I slipped the capsules in and they never even felt a thing before Bob's dick rammed the large pill in like he was loading a cannon. In fact they fell asleep during the hardest fuck of their young lives.
I finger fucked myself raw while I watched their small dicks and balls get smashed over and over again under their dad's fat hairy belly. "Oh fuck Bob. That looks so fucking hot! Slam in them! Harder! Faster! Fuck them little faggots! Fuck the shit out of them!"
Bob has always been submissive to me and my orders only fed his need to please me. He would have broken the boy's bones for me if I wanted him to and keeping this in mind I always kept a close eye on him. Just in case.
After their dad came in Aaron he collapsed over the unconscious boy panting. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked in between violent gasps for air.
"Bob." I said understandingly. ""I know you want to keep them, but we can't afford to. Besides…" I added while rubbing my swelling belly. "I have replacement buns in the oven."
"What are they going to do with them, do you know?" he asked while rolling off the boy.
"Bob, that's none of our business. Sold means sold. You know that and for thirty-five thousand dollars each, who cares?"
"Yeah, I guess." he grumbled.
I could understand his frustration that we couldn't keep the little fags, but business is business. This would only be the first of many sales to come and we can't afford to get attached to any of the boys. Eventually they would all be sold off, even Adam my personal favorite. That fifteen-year-old has a ten-inch dick that seems to fill me like O.J.'s hand in that black leather glove.
My brother Bob and I decided that we were tired of being poor and we knew we wanted to start a business together, but we didn't know what sort of business. That is until our dad finally got a used computer and three months free internet.
That's when Bob found a personal advertisement on some pervert site. A site for S&M masters who were looking for young boy slaves. (I never knew why he was even in that site, but oh well.) He showed me the advertisement and it said there in bold letters. "I will pay top dollar if the boy is from a brother/sister incestuous union."
I don't know why, but I didn't even think about it. I just threw myself into the idea, but Bob was very skeptical. Sure he was the one who showed me the advertisement and all, but it was me who actually talked Bob into fucking me so that we could start producing incestuous babies to sell.
We found out that for some reason boys born from incest sold best. In fact we couldn't even find a web site or even an advertisement asking for girls. Also, we found that the babies needed to strictly be born from brother/sister unions. Meaning Bob could only father kids through me and not any of our daughters. So we decided to keep the girls as breeding stock and let the boy's father babies through their sisters.
Bob and I knew we didn't have any to sell yet, but I talked Bob into answering the ad with our picture. The letter said that Bob was thirteen and I was twelve and that we would be willing to get pregnant for the right price, but we couldn't do it where we lived.
We waited like two weeks before we got a response in which the man said he would build us a house on some secluded land where we could start breeding. We would gather our birth certificates and social security cards, leave a run-away note to our parents and he would meet us at an undisclosed location if we would agree to his terms.
The terms were as follows:
After reading the letter Bob and I looked at each other. Bob had a scared look in his eyes, so I shoved him aside and typed. "We agree." Then as Bob was about to stop me I hit send. The rest is history.
I looked down at the identical twins lying so peacefully on our bed and gently stroked their silky soft blond hair while Bob proceeded to tie their hands and feet securely together.
We were going to sell Adam at first, but we needed to produce at least one boy and one girl from him and soon we had two girls and two more boys when we found out we were having a set of twins, the bidding went wild for them and Adam was quickly forgotten about.
I have gotten a few offers for Adam, but I thought I could get more for him, so I kept denying requests. At least that's what I tell Bob anyways.
With the twins safely tied I got excited and flopped on the bed. Then I used both of my legs and kicked them off the bed to a heap on the floor. They hit the floor with a great thud, but I didn't even look to see how they landed. I just spread my legs and demanded of Bob. "Fuck me brother! Fuck me like you never have before!"
We left the boys lay where they were and Bob and I fucked wildly for hours. I even giggled over how we had one set of twins on the floor while we fucked and one set of twins in my belly. The bidding for that set has only just begun, but it's already over one-hundred thousand dollars each.
In the morning when we woke up the twins were gone and in their place was a nice pile of money. Plenty enough money for that thirty-foot cabin cruiser Bob's always wanted.