Perverts 'R' Us

Smut Reader - The Incest Journal

By Wrulf ( M/F, inc, beast, ws, verbal abuse )

Chapter 1: Eighteenth Birthday Present

It would have been hard for me to know that my mom and dad were hard-core swingers, until...but then my dad Carlton, and mom Dorothy, had me as their only kid, out of wedlock when the cunt was only 16.

So she's still young-looking as well as quite a looker; with a lovely face, coal-black hair with a streak of red in it, a great-looking stinker and legs. And the bitch is heftily chest-hung with a firm pair of udders.

Once I'd started banging a small 'harem' of high-school pieces of puss and gained some sexual knowledge and awareness though, I began wondering why mom and dad had gone out nearly every Friday and/or Saturday night for years, while leaving me with baby-sitters or having me sleep over with friends at their houses until I was old enough to stay home alone. But I felt it best not ask and the two of them never volunteered any information, while my instincts whispered that their weekend disappearances had something to do with sucking and fucking.

Still I was in for the biggest surprise imaginable, the afternoon of my 18th birthday, when dad took me aside, explaining that "mom was the biggest, dirtiest, most perverted and enthusiastic whore I'd likely ever meet"... and that he was thinking "Why don't you slip into our bedroom about 2am and rape her as your birthday present?"

I just looked at him with chin almost on my chest, nearly shocked out of my shoes!

"You want me to rape my own mother?" I finally managed to croak.

"Not really rape her - we're not interested in true rape. It's just that the slut's extremely submissive and into inordinate degrees of degradation - hardcore sexual humiliation, you know, and she simply likes for me and other guys to make her feel violated or raped, as long as the cunt isn't damaged in any way or caused too much pain. We've talked about it and the tramp agrees that being used by you in any way would be the ultimate but hottest form of degradation in the world.

I'll turn down the air conditioner before we go to bed. That way she'll be naked on top of the sheets, and all you'll have to do is sneak naked into our bedroom, carefully and quietly crawl on top of the whore and ram it to her as hard as you want. What do you say?" dad asked.

In truth I'm a chip off the old block, with a good nose for submissive, humiliation-loving slabs of cunt-meat, and I had already gotten into a degree of derogation with my girlies. And I'll have to admit that my dong got harder than a rock over the idea!

"Wel-l, okay-y, mom is about the hottest thing on two legs I've ever seen anyway, so that sounds like a lot of fun - especially since she's already a whore." I told dad, feeling a bit strange about calling my own mother a whore - though that excited me even more.

"Okay, 2 o'clock tomorrow morning then." dad grinned.

I was in a daze, hardly believing what I planned on doing. But I trusted dad and was on excited pins and needles the rest of the day... unable to keep from looking at the clock when I got in bed.

On the stroke of 2 o'clock I slipped naked and hard-dicked into their bedroom and as dad had said, quietly, carefully crawled between mom's lush thighs to brutally, animalistically and viciously slam my 'rapier' all the way into her immoral vagina as hard as I could. I savagely began having my way with her, totally to her surprise!

She awoke, screaming like bloody hell! I can't begin to remember all the vile names I called the slut, and the totally rude, crude, vulgar and crassly insulting things I said about her, while dick-bashing the slimy pigsty (cunt) between her legs.

I'd already begun to love contemning my skank-mama with verbal insults and giving her forced, insulting fucks.

However one of the best things I remember about my birthday night of incestuous rape - after he'd turned on the bedside lamp - was dad asking me "You don't have an ounce of respect for your whore-mother, do you, Wrulf?"

"Shit, no!" I contemptuously snorted.

"Well then, pull out of the filth-bucket's filthy cunt long enough to fart in her dumb face!" dad laughed.

So I uncoupled from the mama-hog, turned around, fucked my shit-pit into her face, and fortunately was able to stink it up with three loud, filthy-smelling, and long farts!

"Having your own son fart into your pig-snout is exactly what you deserve, isn't it, you fuck-hog?" dad went on.

"Yeah, mom!" I bellowed as dad egged me on.

"Go back to raping the shit out of the cunt on this obscenity, Wrulf!"

So I most certainly did.

"Yeah, fuck yeah, by Mother Mary's unholy shit, rape the fucking hell out of the pig-shit whore!" dad chanted, in a masturbating frenzy. "Do you like your own son raping the hell out of you as a pig-shit whore, you stinking bitch?" he mercilessly mocked my mother.

"Yes, oh yes! Rape the filthy hell out of your pig-shit whore of a mother, son - you dirty, filthy bastard, you fucking sod!" the bitch screamed. "I'm nothing but a dirty, filthy, pig-shit whore and piece of rape-trash - just a piece of rape-meat and a rape-toilet not deserving your respect - a-a-a-i-i-i-e-e-e-eh!"

I didn't at all mind the slag calling me 'a dirty, filthy bastard' and 'a fucking sod', because you couldn't imagine a more aroused rape-loo-toilet-urinal in your entire life.

Of course I'd always known that dad was very sexist. Ever since I could remember he'd never referred to any 3-holer - including mom - as anything less disrespectful than 'cunts' and 'bitches', as well as 'tramps', 'hussies', 'bimbos', 'sleazes', 'harlots', 'trollops', 'floozies', 'sluts', 'whores', 'skanks', 'fuck-holes-hogs' and 'slags' whenever the wrong people weren't around, throwing in 'dumb', 'stupid', 'dirty' and 'filthy' at all possible times. Therefore I'd always been aware that dad, sexually, didn't have any respect for any adult, willing cunt. Until that night though I had no idea he was so totally dignity-trashing with any cunt or so perverted.

Nonetheless I was having the time of my life, but still could scarcely believe what I was doing to my mother!

"Your mother ain't even got the brains she was born with, does the dumb-ass?" dad asked me.

"Hell, no! What does the bitch need any brains for when the fucking skank can get raped by her son anyway?" I replied.

Dad simply had merry laugh over that.

I must have bashed mom's cunt for at least 20 minutes before I was ready to blow my nuts, and dad told me to 'defile' her face with my dick-slop. I popped my cock out of the maternal piece of rape-meat and almost went nuts having a great time, simply scum- dumping on the skank's dumb but beautiful face.

"Force-defiling your mother with your cock is great fun isn't it, Wrulf?" dad then asked.

"Fuck - unbelievable! I had no idea that some cunts like to be raped, much less by their sons!" I told him. That was the night I learned the wonderful terms 'defile' and 'defilement', falling head-over-heels in love with the disrespectful joy of violating and desecrating the rut-bag's maternal pig-hood, as well as defiling mom every ten which loose ways to Sunday that I possibly could.

"Well your mom has been a vile, sleazy and perverted dick-bucket ever since her two older brothers banged her when she was 15." dad said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. You see your uncle Dan, her older brother, had this real cute, nice-clappered (titted) but sleazy dirt-bag named Suzy for his cunt-friend (girlfriend) at the time. And the little fuck was nothing but a simultaneous whore for Dan and his younger brother, Harley. They kept the skank mutually interchangeable between their dicks and beds, sometimes passing the bitch back and forth between each other up to 4 times in one night - one time for each of the tramp's holes, plus a fourth time just for extra measure. That is, when they both weren't slamming down on the bimbo at the same time, to say nothing of them and as many as 15 of their best buds ganging-up on the fuck-pig with their dicks.

"Sometimes for the fun hell of it, the guys also would even sell the slag off to one another for 50 cents per throw. Suzy made one hell of a good teen-hooker, more for fun than profit though. Finally Harley and Dan started wondering if they could turn their younger sister into a filthy whore. They tried, it worked, and your mom has been a whoring filth-bag ever since. The pig loves wallowing in her own dirt like a sow, I'll tell you."

"Wow!" I exclaimed in utter amazement.

Parenthetically though, we had a big German Shepherd named Alex.

However I was so exhausted by the excitement of my first-time rape of mom that I said 'good night' to dad, and for some odd reason I went off to bed in my own room. Odd, because I could have slept with, and had any type of filthy intercourse - forced or otherwise - I wanted with mom, whenever I liked and as many times as I wished throughout that night. I guess I was still in a daze and not thinking straight after an abusively forced, hole-trashing rut in mom's slimy vag-pit.

However I'd force-banged the fuck-hole on a Friday night early that summer, sleeping in late; though I heard strange noises coming from the master bedroom when I got up about 9:30 the next morning.

I opened mom and dad's bedroom door - grinding to a dead halt in delighted shock when I saw my mother engaged in the 'abomination before the Lord' of lying carnally with Alex, up her obscene dung-pussy in complete nakedness!

I went dizzy, just about passed out at the sight of her scrumptiously disgusting behavior.

Dad was hand-cranking his huge whore-slammer while he watched her in the heat of bestial, shit-hole coitus; though he just grinned when he looked up and saw me in the doorway.

"Wh-hat th-he fucking hell!" I spluttered.

Dad grinned again more broadly as he asked "Like what you see? Oh yes, your mother is 'a multi-species' slut, or what I like calling 'a kennel-whore', son. Wha'dya think? Real hot, isn't it?"

"Well I don't know what to think - guess it's hot - yeah, I'll have to admit, it's real fucking hot - and as fucking filthy as the slut-hog's own shit, for sure too!" I replied.

Meanwhile mom was softly sobbing with bestially debased arousal. I walked over to the bed for a better view, reaching under the maternal slag to crush her large, firm dugs ('dog'-teats/boobs) with my hand.

"Take that canine penis up your low-life turd-womb (shit-hole), you pig-pen whore!" dad gutturally rasped, roughly slapping her left shitter-lip (cheek).

"Yeah, do it mom, you 'ho-bag' dog-fucker!" I snarled.

"Gaw-wd, oh shit! - oh gawd, rape my filthy poop-hole, Alex!" mom gasped.

"Fuck, man, this dirt-bag loved me raping her cunt for my birthday present last night, and now she wants a dog to rape her in the shitter, the very morning after! Fuck you, mom, you really are a pigsty-wallowing sow in the gutter - or dog-cunt in the 'kennel', aren't you, skank?" I said, still hardly able to believe what was happening.

"So, so-o-o filthy - I'm such a filthy, pigsty-wallowing sow - yes, yes-s-s! Hurt my vile asshole Alex, you dirty bastard!" the bitch screeched.

"I was the 'dirty bastard' last night. Now Alex is!" I tauntingly laughed.

"Yeah well, the 'dirty bastard' of this morning is about to scum-up her pig-bowels." dad said.

"How can you tell, dad?" I asked.

"Experience, and if you look real close you can see his pizzle-root starting to pulse." dad told me.

I leaned down for a good look and sure enough, I could see Alex's dog-root starting to throb as it looked like he tossed 3 or 4 massive-appearing slime-ropes of rutting-slop into mom's dung-gutter!

He kept his dick stabbed up her tail for a few seconds then popped it out, before going over into the corner, lying down and licking his dog-nuts.

"Watch this, son. Roll over on all-fours, slag." dad ordered the bestial trollop, and she obeyed.

"You're a scum-pooter as much as anything else, so hold your hand under your turd-ditch and 'do your business', you cunt-hound!" dad went on.

Hotly moaning with degradation, mom strained her bowels, obscenely farting Alex's gunk of animal pollution out of her stink-pussy into her hand.

The beastie-skank looked up at dad with eyes glazed over with the heat of her total humbling.

"You the filthy fuck know what to do, you stupid, little shit-hole! C'mon, finish your business, dirt-bag!" dad barked. Mom lowered her head to slurp Alex's ass-soiled scuzz-defilement out of her hand.

"Oh, fucking shit mom, you fuck-bag," I literally croaked in disbelief, "You must really be starved to eat dog-jizz you just farted out of your filthy hog-bowels, slut!"

"Oh yes, I am!" she replied in a whimpering whisper.

"I still can hardly believe what happened last night and this morning." I said. "But I'll have to admit I really the fuck like it mom, you filthy tramp! You really are something else, you pig!"

"Yeah, and there's nothing quite like a well-trained dirt-bag of slut-dog or dog-slut who cleans up after herself, is there?" dad laughed...

Chapter 2: Bitch of the Cloth

I was out with my buds the Saturday afternoon and part of the evening a week after I enjoyed forcing myself upon the shame of mom's nakedness for my 18th. birthday, followed by watching the low-life taking a shit-hole rut from Alex, our male German Shepherd, the next morning.

It was already shortly after dark when I walked into the house to find mom and dad in the living room, with the filth-bag wearing a complete nun's habit.

Of course I'd quickly come to realize that dad was the kinkiest 'sod' I'd ever known, but now I couldn't figure out what was going on.

"What in hell's up, dad?" I asked.

"Wait and see; you'll love it," he grinned. "C'mon, let's all go get in the car. Grab Alex's leash, you filthy stinker."

Mom, 'the filthy stinker', got in the back seat with Alex, and I in the front passenger's seat. Dad drove to the outskirts of town.

Three young guys were hanging out against their car about 300 feet away when dad pulled to a stop about 15 feet from a pine tree on my side of the car, at 'lovers' lane' above the river. It had a down-and-filthy reputation as a good place for guys to pizzle skanks. In fact I'd pizzled and slimed a few high school skanks there myself. Actually the area was just a huge, open field with nothing but a dirt road through it and no houses anywhere close.

"Quick! Get your head down, climb out of the car, run around behind that pine tree, and stay there until I tell you to come out." dad told me.

"Why?"

"You'll find out, and it'll look strange if those guys over there see you around the car before I'm ready for them to. Hurry, get moving!"

That was the strangest order I'd ever heard, though there was nothing for it but to obey.

On the other side of the car from me I faintly could hear those guys talking. Dad didn't turn on the overhead light some seconds later, when he got out and opened mom's door facing the guys at a slight angle out of their direct line of sight.

It wasn't long though before the maternal filth-pit started screaming like bloody murder; even louder than when I'd raped her!

The guys went silent for a few seconds, and then walked over. They stopped about 30 feet from dad, but still not within a direct line of sight past mom's door.

I peeked around the tree after rising up far enough to see that one guy looked blond, while the second appeared to have light-brown hair, and the third one, black.

I could hear them talking mirthful shit, like "What in the fuck is that noise?"

"Something having to do with that guy standing there, but who the hell knows?"

"Whatever, it's louder and sounds a lot worse than an alley cat in heat."

"Maybe whatever IS an alley cat in heat!" (Crude laughter over that)

Finally the third one called out to dad "Is everything okay, man?"

Dad walked about ten feet closer to the guys and - for my benefit - loudly said "Oh, yeah, nothing I can't handle. Why don't you see for yourselves?" The guys moved to within five or so feet of mom's door for a better view, as dad continued "Just a bitch getting date-raped by a dog in the back seat of my car, that's all."

"What the fuck?" Blondy spluttered, while the third guy loudly chuckled "Shit, this I just gotta see, man!" They all walked over to the door.

By then I had my pizzle out, beating off like mad!

However the nearest street light was a good 350 feet away and the scene was shadowy for the guys.

Dad was standing in his open door as the dudes just gawked for several seconds, before Blondy exclaimed "Holy fucking shit, the bitch really is taking it from a dog, dudes!"

But Alex was having mom ass-backward to the guys without them having a clear view of the bestial coupling.

I couldn't see, though I bet that dad was grinning from ear to ear. I heard him softly laugh as he turned on the overhead light. The third guy also laughed and casually said "My first question is, in which hole? My second is, did the dog slip the date-rape drug into her drink before he took her on a date to rape the fucking bitch?"

Blondy leaned in for a closer look and responded "Fuck, he's doing the damn bitch in the ass, man!"

"Step aside and let me have a look." the third guy said, casually as always.

I could see the guys changing places before the third one peered in for a bit, then "Yup, you're right, dude... taking that dog-bone right up the tail-pipe. Wonder if the cunt chewed on it first - oh-h, I almost forgot. Her 'boyfriend's' raping her! But maybe the cunt can chew on his bone after he's done with her poop-chute!" All the guys got a hoot out of that.

Though the maternal bowel rape had quieted down, the little force-beastie was still tossing off her usual pigsty-full of noises. And by the slapping sound I next heard, it appeared the third guy reached in, likely to slap mom's flank as he snarled "Yeah, bitch! Take that dog raping your fucking ass!... exactly what a fucking nun deserves, because I bet you're still fucking two-thirds cherry and date-rape is the fucking best you'll ever get, even from a dog, fucking bitch!"

Dad broke in "That's what I wanted to explain." He walked over next to the guys. "You see, I'm divorced. I'm not big on religion, but I had nothing better to do, and I met little Sister Mary at a church function two nights ago. Since my divorce I've stuck it into three or four of the biggest, filthiest whores you've damn well ever even heard of. So experience and instinct told me that little Sister Mary here was a latent whore, maybe even more polluted at heart than even the filthiest of my girlfriends. I mean, she had both that submissive look of shame and a rebellious slut-look in her eyes at the same time.

I just knew she needed to be shamed in the dirtiest ways possible. The secret little sinner agreed when I asked if she wanted to go someplace after the function for coffee, just coffee, nothing more. 'Course, I already had it planned to slowly work the conversation around to hints about sucking and fucking. I did, and after some of that, the dumb-ass admitted to sometimes thinking about intercourse, you know. I said 'That's beautiful. You should think about intercourse as much as you want.'

I gently kept pressing the cunt with shit like that, until I said 'I bet you have some pretty interesting fantasies; you know kinky, don't you?' The stupid little fuck blushed, hesitated, then said, 'I'm not sure of the term - getting turned-on, I think it is. But yes, I'll admit there are times I get turned-on when I read about incest and women committing the abomination before the Lord of lying naked and carnal with animals in the Bible'. Oh fuck, was I harder than hell! I said, 'That's even more beautiful. The pleasure of fucking, (and I made sure to use 'fucking') is pleasure whether with animals or men. Would you like trying that sometime? I happen to have a big, male dog trained for rutting with cunts, and I would love to help you.' I think the words 'rutting' and 'cunts' embarrassed the hell out the fuck-hole.

She hesitated and blushed even more, then said, 'Well, I don't know. I'm still a virgin. I went into the convent at 15, having no experience with any kind of intercourse. So I'd have to think about it. But that does sound interesting.' I told her that I hated to put undue pressure on her, but I would be out of town on business for six months and I needed an answer right away. It took some more shit, but I talked her into a dog-fucking meet tonight, with her saying she 'wanted her first time to be at some place normal, such as at a lovers' lane like regular high school girls and boys.' - as if dog-fucking is normal, especially for a virgin!

So I asked if she wanted to ease into it, like sucking the dog a little before anything else. She said 'no', that she 'was afraid of backing out if she didn't go straight to vaginal intercourse.' What the stupid ho-bag didn't know was that Alex here, my dog, had somehow trained himself to rape one of my ex-girlfriends. The cunt hardly had gotten to her hands and knees in front of Alex on the backseat tonight - like I told her to - when he suddenly mounted the sow and ripped his dick right up her virgin pooper. And that's where things were when you heard the dumb-ass start screaming. You don't need to be afraid of trouble from the law, because there's no way the whore would let the world know she lost her anal cherry by way of date-rape from a dog. Besides the tramp got herself into this, and it's exactly what a virgin - well, a near-virgin church-skank deserves."

Of course that was a long explanation, though I knew dad was simply spinning a good story to make things interesting for those guys. Fuck, what if he brought me out from behind that tree, told the guys the trollop was my slut-mom and that I'd raped her for my 18th birthday present! Fuck, man!

"Shit, that's fucking wild, dude!" the second guy finally spoke for the first time. "So not only is the dog raping her, but he's taking her asshole cherry?"

"That's right." dad replied.

"Can we rape her too, after your dog is finished doing the slut?"

"Hell, yeah! A gang rape by guys after a dog would be real fucking good for the slut-bag. You can bang the hell out of her by force, say your absolutely dirtiest, most insulting things about her, and call her all your filthiest names - even piss on her and in the bitch's mouth. If I'd have thought to bring an enema bag, we could give her piss-enemas too. Nothing quite like watching a nearly virgin nun farting piss-enemas out of her just-dog-raped shit-hole. Right, guys?"

They laughed. Blondy asked "How about letting your dog 'lift a hind leg on her', or piss in the fucking skank's mouth, man?"

"Both, if Alex needs to urinate." dad said.

The third guy then crowded in past the others, stuck his head in the backseat and asked "Want your 'boyfriend' here to piss on you, maybe even fuck you in your mouth, along with three guys - actually four - pissing on, in, and raping you after your boyfriend's finished with his date, you fucking dumb-slut piece of trash? That sounds about right for a nun who's really nothing but a filthy, disgusting, low-life whore, doesn't it, cunt?"

"Yes, please rape me, piss in my mouth, piss all over me, and rape me some more all night long! I'm filthy, needing to pay for my sins!" mom wailed in heat, at her actress-best.

"Yeah, we'll make you pay for your fucking sins with plenty of fucking, piss and forced dick! - fucking scum, too, all over your stupid face, cunt!" the third said, looking at dad.

"You've got yourself a real hell-on-wheels for rape and piss, man!...I just wanted to make sure this toilet and fucking rape-bag can handle all that, even though I know you said we wouldn't be in trouble from the law, dude."

Dad and the guys were jerking-off by now, and Blondy exclaimed, "Man, this is the funniest thing I've ever even thought of! - a dog date-raping the virginity out of a nun's dumb ass before three guys rape and piss on her - in the fucking bitch's mouth, too! Let me back in there, Townley." He changed places with his bud. "I don't mean to rush you, Alex, boy. But hurry up, 'cause us boys could use some date-rape, too - never done that before, especially to a fucking nun!"

I then saw the second guy get in there far enough past Blondy to reach in and apparently or so I presumed, crush mom's left honker in his hand, because she screeched in pain.

"Yeah, you filthy, stupid low-life! You really like this dog raping your filthy, dumb, low-life shit-hole, don't you, you dumb-ass skank?" he growled.

"Yes!" mom cried, "I may be a nun, but I don't deserve anything but use with rape and urine by men and dogs! Yes, rape my bowels, doggy!"

"Yeah, you fucking whore! You ain't nada but the most disgusting bitch I've ever seen!" the second crowed.

"Yeah, take that doggy rape-bone, you filthy, disgusting dumb-ass!" Townley yelled from behind the others.

In a bit Dad said "Let me in there for a look. I think Alex is about to cum."

The others let him past them. He leaned down, looked at the dog's pizzle-root, backed away and said "Yeah, Alex is about to blow."

"Yeah, scum the dumb whore's disgusting shit-hole full to the brim with your rape-juice, boy!" Blondy yelled. "Take it up the pooper, you disgusting pig!"

Within seconds mom loudly let out one of her patented squeals. "Yes, yes, pollute my church-bowels with your semen, you beautiful doggy! Yes, yes, yes-s-s!"

"Fuck you, bitch!" Townley said. "That shit isn't semen! - gunk, dog-goo, jizz, scum, dog-slime - anything but semen, low-life! You don't deserve anything as nice as semen, even from a dog, especially in your filthy ass-hole, fucking tramp!"

A second later Alex popped his force-bone out of mom's tail, jumped out of the back seat and into the front one.

"Man, that must've been good for the bitch! The stupid cunt looks better already!" Townley marveled. "I never knew there was such a two-legged perversion that likes rape particularly from a dog, until tonight, man! Shit!"

Dad said "Well a filth-bag is a filth-bag, in a nun's habit or not. But I really should've thought to bring an enema bag. Otherwise you guys will have to rape her butt-hole filled with dog-scuzz."

"Hell, we don't give a shit!" Blondy said, reaching in, grabbing, turning the rape-bucket around and dragging her out of the backseat by the hair.

He spun the rape-urinal around, planted her filth-holed bum against the trunk, hurriedly unbuckled his belt, jerked his pants and briefs down, ruthlessly jammed her a cunt-full of dick and began ripping it in and out so hard I could hear his nuts 'spanking the monkey' against her crotch.

"Yeah! - rape, rape, raping you like the fuck you deserve, you filthy, stupid, disgusting, low-life church-pig! You ain't good for nothin' but embarrassing the very Pope himself! I ain't got the slightest idea how a virgin nun could go for rape from guys, let alone a dog, unless her mother is a lower, even more disgusting pig than she is. Yo' (your) mama is an even more disgusting toilet and piece of fucking rape-trash than you are, ain't she, you stupid sow?" Before mom could answer Blondy roared "YEAH, THE FUCK take me raping the dumb, low-life shit out of your slimy cunt, pig!"

"Isn't it a blast to insult a nun? - though her stupid cunt better not be full of shit, man!" the second observed. "But go ahead and rape the shit out of it, anyway, dude!"

However the guys were too occupied to notice dad waving me over to the car. I wasn't sure if he planned to tell the others about my relationship to the slut-swine, deciding it'd be better - at least it would keep things interesting - if I circled around and acted as if I was just a stranger happening to walk past the car.

I casually did, stopping and starting several times as if in astonishment, the closer I got to the car.

I was about ten feet from mom when I stopped and said "What's going on here?" unable to restrain myself from grinning as I went on, "Are you okay, babe?"

"What else do you think but gang-banging this slut - well, actually raping her, because the disgusting dumb-ass likes that." the second guy laughed.

"Really?" I moved closer to give the hog-hole a good look over, then continued "The bitch seems kind of cute. Can I rape her, too? I've never forced myself on a nun before. It might be kind of fun."

"Sure. I have a feeling you could do a good job of helping us 'take this nun to the church' by raping her." dad laughed.

So I grabbed mom's hair and twisted her face around at a big enough angle that I was able to piss right up into it without getting any piss on Blondy, who was still dick-smashing her vag!

The guys laughed and the second observed "Already this dude has the right idea, man!"

Blondy cunt-slammed mom like hell for at least 15 minutes before he pulled out, jerked her head down, jizz-plastered her face, tilted it up by pulling back on her hair and sneered "There! - Larry said that dog-rape must've been good for you 'cause you looked better after it, and now you really look better with that gunk on your dumb face, bitch!"

He brutally, forcibly smashed his slender but 7 1/2''-looking rapier back and forth across her face for a good 15 seconds, raped it back into her mouth to clean the spunk off it, popped it out, contemptuously tossed her face out of his crotch by the hair and gutturaled "I'm the fuck done with this piece of church-trash, for now. Anybody else irreligious enough to rape her?"

"Me. Hell, I could make a 'religion' out of that, easy!" Townley loudly and crudely chuckled. "Around and over the trunk with you, and up your stinking pig-ass, rape-bag!"

He truly ripped half a 100-decibel-seeming yell and half a scream out of the bottom of the force-bucket's lungs by ripping her a gut-full with an obscenely thick dong that appeared something close to 10'' long!

"Fuck! I forgot I was raping your ass following a dog cumming in it." he said. "I was hoping to really make you feel it but unfortunately, I'm afraid that dog-stuff greased the way for my cock too much, bitch! Yeah, bitch! Raping, raping your fucking pig-ass, bitch!"

On and on he went, throwing her a mean force-banging up the entrails while the mama- swine made more noises of a kind impossible to describe than one could imagine.

My lovely skank-mother liked some pain and the truth was, the little gutter-hog was about to blow a gasket of orgasming excitement.

In about 20 minutes we guys saw a car driving toward us.

Townley paused in his force-fuck. "Should I stop and pull out of the skank, dude?" he asked dad.

"Naw. It ain't the cops and after all, this is lovers' lane, even by way of rape, at least for tonight. Go back to what you were doing. We'll just wait and see what happens."

The car stopped about 50 feet from us. In a minute or two a guy got out and walked around it to within 20 feet or so of us.

I could see a fucking three-holer sitting in the front passenger's seat of his car, but immediately I hoped the guy would dish some cock out to mom because he was a leanly muscular, seemingly very good-looking mountain of a man who appeared to be about 35. And if his dick didn't match the rest of him, it appeared he could really muscle mom full of what he did have.

He asked the two most obvious questions. "What's going on? Is everything okay?" - because mom still was sounding off like a forced rape-trough.

"Yeah - just us guys doing a gang-bang-loving slut-friend of mine." Obviously dad didn't want to mention rape without a chance to explain the real situation. "Care to join us?"

"My wife would never put up with that." the guy said. "Oh, what the hell! She's never been anything but a bigger pain than gall bladder stones anyway. Been threatening divorce for at least the last week. So sure. It'd do her good to see me getting some real ass from a real slut, man!"

"You probably should have this fuck-rag next because of your wife." dad told the guy.

"Okay, good idea." he replied, walking close enough to clearly see the truth about the situation. "What the...? This slut's a nun!"

"Yup," dad casually grinned, "A nun and a slut, or more precisely, a dirty, trash-trough skank and a filthy gutter-whore."

"Christ! - and I don't give a shit about saying 'christ' in front of you, you fucking nun, slut, filthy whore or whatever the hell you are, because you're obviously a moral blasphemy to the Vatican, and banging the be-jeezuz out of you is going to be a pleasure!" the new guy gruffly said. "I almost don't give a shit if my wife does file for a divorce! Her old man doesn't have much money I can inherit when he kicks the bucket anyway, and I'm going to have a blast fucking you every ten loose ways to the Sunday you blaspheme, you dirty piece of cunt!"

"Obviously, you're not overly religious, though this dirty piece of cunt could start a new religious order!" Blondy crudely chortled, as all of us guys laughed.

About then Townley yanked his enormous pego out of mom's bottom, turned her around, shoved her head down and tossed off a second massive dick-wad on her kisser. "Shit, you really look even better now, little Miss Scum-Face!"

He was still holding the cunt-bag's head down with her hair when he looked at the new guy and asked "What'll your pleasure be - this low-life's dumb mouth, the low-life's even dumber cunt or the dumbest slit the pig has, her dirt-hole, guy?"

"Her dirt-hole will do just fine." the guy replied, taking her hair away from Townley with a left handful of it.

He turned the mama-swine around over the trunk and unzipped himself with his right hand.

I was delighted that his cock was an even thicker version of Townley's, maybe half an inch even longer.

By contrast with the other guys' method of having their way with the bitch, it was hot to see him slowly bowel-forcing her, making the pig and her 'squealing' pig-arse feel every inch of his violating invasion.

He began taking her with slow short easy pumps, steadily working up to a total power- fucking without saying a word.

Apparently his wife was in shock, looking over at her husband but not saying anything for several seconds, until she started screeching a bunch of bitchy-stupid crap. "What the hell are you doing, Wayne? Please don't tell me you're fucking that bitch! Wayne! Wayne! Do you hear? Stop that! Get your cock out of her and your ass over here now, right now! Fuck you, you rotten bastard! You make me wanna puke? You've really pushed me too far this time, bastard! Get over here right now if you don't want to see divorce papers on your office desk by Monday morning, because that the fuck is exactly what you're gonna to see if you don't stop now, and get over here right now! Wayne, do you hear me? Now! Fuck you, Wayne!"

Wayne didn't say a word or even look in her general direction. He simply kept mercilessly smashing his large pizzle up mom's filth-pipe and almost slamming his nuts up between her trashy thighs because a few seconds earlier, he'd stopped long enough to drop his jeans, even while his wife was screaming shit at him.

Blondy, Larry, Townley and dad didn't say a word, even make a single noise, though they looked amused enough to be laughing without a sound.

Mom now - fuck! - she was making all sorts of orgasming noise! It was a good thing there weren't any houses even close or everybody in them would've thought she really was being raped.

Oddly, Mrs. Truly-Dumb-Ass-Wayne shut her trap when she saw that her screeching, 'off-pitch' bitching didn't do any good.

I was so busy watching Wayne that I barely noticed, until out of the corner of my eye I saw the Mrs. get out of the car. I tore my eyes away from mom and her 'lover' and saw the other cunt leaning back against her closed door with her dress raised, and her hand between her spread legs shoving something thick-looking and black-appearing up herself.

"Good lord! Look, guys!" I exclaimed.

"What is that thing? What's that bitch doing?" Townley asked.

Wayne turned his head toward his wife and said "Jeezuz Christ almighty! Trish actually is turned-on, fucking her cunt with a big dildo I gave her for her birthday two years ago. She must've had the damn thing in her purse!"

He leaned over mom, pulled her face around by the chin and said "See? You've got another bitch turned-on." He released her chin. "So take it, take it in the ass, slut!" He started pile-driving her a fast pounding until he roared and blew his load up mom's entrails.

By then dad was leaning over in the front seat, writing something on a piece of paper.

Wayne stood there for a second or two while recovering. Then he slurped his dick out of mom, slapped it across and wiped the smut of her anal 'nunnery' off his phallus with her shitter-cheek before he pulled up his jeans and saw dad walking around the left rear door.

"Fuck, that was awesome, even from a fucking nun." Wayne said. "Is there a chance I can have more of this filth-pig's holes where they came from? I don't think I'll be having any more trouble from Trish. Something tells me it really did her some good to see a real whore getting a cock smashed up her bung-hole."

"I have a feeling I'll be seeing a lot more of this obscene shit-hole-fuck of a nun-in-the- gutter because I think multiple dicks are going to be way more than enough to have the cunt leaving the convent, and I'm ahead of you." dad replied. "I'm Carlton and I'm not sure I have you other guys' names right."

"Oh, I'm Zander, short for Alexander, and these other guys are Larry and Townley." Blondy said.

"Obviously you're Wayne." dad went on looking at mom's latest banger. Then he turned toward me, at his actor's best in pretending to have never seen me before. "And you?"

I thought that 'Wrulf' would sound strange and so I replied "I'm Ralph."

"Okay." dad said, handing the slip of paper to Wayne. "Here's my phone number. You're welcome to call anytime you want, with there being a good chance Sister Mary, this skank, will be available whenever you call after 7 p.m. In fact, it might be very educational for the cunt you married if she'd watch you rape Sister Mary."

"Rape?" Wayne queried in astonishment.

"Just pretend-rape, which Sister Mary has fantasized about for a long time." dad reassured him. "You know, something to simply abuse her filthy nun-holes and bust the cunt down where she belongs."

"Oh-h... okay. Great." Wayne said. "Thanks for the good time, though for now I'd better go face the music, whether that's divorce papers in my office by Monday morning or throwing a filthy fuck into Trish's dumb, filthy trash-bag shit-hole. But I'll be seeing you later, regardless of what happens."

"Excellent. Good luck and we'll see you sometime soon." dad told him. Trish got back in their car as Wayne walked toward it.

Oddly, for all of her earlier hissy fit, I didn't hear a sound from their car as Wayne turned around and drove off. I presume Trish felt thoroughly ashamed about cussing him out before getting turned-on and dildo-fucking herself while watching him ass-slam a whore-nun.

One thing I liked, though, is that 'Trish' has always sounded like a perfect name for nada but a piece of trailer park trash to me.

"Okay, where were we when we were so interestingly interrupted? Oh, I believe it was time for Larry to rape himself off some ass in any of this cunt-bag's holes he wants." dad then said.

"That dumb, filthy trash-bag of a slob-hole in the skank's face will do just fine!" Larry gruffly said, stuffing mom's head down into his crotch and using a handful of her hair to roughly face-rape her... blowing his rape-slop onto his kisser when he was ready.

Dad then looked at me. "Please, youth and good looks before age and experience." So I violated the slimy, inner nakedness of mom's vag, only to withdraw and give her yet another facial, as dad did after having the same hole.

To remove the tail from a long slag-tale by cutting it off behind the ears, we guys viciously and repeatedly 3-hole raped mom for another 2 hours before dad went "Whew! I had no idea educating a nun in getting raped could be so exhausting. I'm pooped for the next several hours." - as we all were - "But any takers in helping me defile this trash-bag-of-the-cloth with yellow rain?" he continued.

"Shit, all of us," Larry replied. "Good thing we drank some beer earlier."

"Fucker! We'd had a lot more if you hadn't left your wallet at home and had only enough cash on you for 2 beers apiece, fucker." Zander said.

"Let's not bicker, just do this bitch with a yellow hose-job." Larry smoothly grinned, as dad grabbed mom's hair and shoved her head down.

Noticing that, Zander changed tacks. "Just a minute here, aren't you gonna make this piss-bucket take it all off before we do her with the yellow shit? You don't want the bitch getting it on your car seat, do you, man?"

"One thing I learned from experience with my ex-whore-girlfriends was always keep a large plastic sheet in the trunk. I'll just make the toilet sit on it in the back seat of course, because nun that she may be, the fucking urinal is too indecent to sit up front with me." dad told the guys. "Besides, making her take piss on her habit would show the world what a filthy dumb-holed whore the cunt is; or don't you wish we could show the world?"

"Sounds the fuck about right to me!" Larry chuckled, as all of us guys but Townley gathered around and bladder-dumped all over mom from her hair down to her shoes.

Of course his jeans down around his ankles made it a bit clumsy. But Townley next ordered the chamber pot to lie back in the grass, stretched out next to her head on one side. He raised his left leg and fucking urinated all over her 'squealing' face!

"There, you stupid piss-bag!" he said, almost cracking up, "Alex may not've been able to 'lift a leg on you', but I the fuck did, you dirty piece of catholic trash!" All of us guys heaped a vulgar laugh on the cunt as dad opened the car trunk, removed that plastic sheet and spread it over the rear seat.

"Get your obscene dumper in here on this sheet of plastic almost exactly in the spot where you were raped in the stink-hole by a dog on your very first date, you fuckin', filthy stinker!" he commanded.

The maternal swine-twat did as ordered. Dad said "You guys want to go to my place? You can climb back in the saddle to bang the little fuck-shit anytime and as much as you want, once you have time to rest up and re-supply the scum in your nuts."

"Sure. It'd be good for my dumb-ass girlfriend if I bang around on her with this cunt." Zander said.

"Mine, too." Larry agreed.

"I just broke up with mine, but sounds good to me." Townley said.

Dad looked at me. "Want to ride with these guys, or the bitch and me?"

"Think I'll ride in the back seat with the fucking sow. I don't mind the fucking piss all over her. I think I should continue humiliating the stupid hole by fucking her chest-bags out of her habit so I can use my hands and fingers to fuck around with her big clappers and holes." I told dad.

"Okay." I climbed in beside the mama-filth-pig, immediately starting to vulgarly fuck around with the vulgar fuck-bag all the way home, while the other guys followed in Larry's car.

We all took showers before dad did an 'eeny meeny miney mo' as a way of inviting Townley and his 'big pizzle' into bed with him and mom. To keep from letting the cat out of bag about the real situation, I let Zander have my bed while I crashed on the living room couch. Larry took the guest bedroom.

All of us were too tired to fuck - or rape - mom anymore, but what an awesome night it had been!

Chapter 3: The Whore-Corruption of an Eighteen-Year-Old

I won't detail how it all came about that night, a week and a half after the pretend-game of my whore-mother's hot, Sunday morning gang-rape at the breakfast table. But there dad and I sat in armchairs across Jay's living room from him and mom sitting next to each other on the couch.

Dad made good money and I received a decent-sized allowance. But in some ways I almost wished I was in Jay's place, because his parents gave him a large enough allowance that he was able to rent a very nice apartment. He had also turned 18 a few days earlier, about a month after I did.

He was lean, tall, sandy-haired and cute in a lanky, gangly, farm boy sort of way.

As usual with dad's love of pulling off surprises on mom and me however, I didn't know why we even went to Jay's place. Naturally I figured it had something to do with mother's swinish greed for cock. This quickly became obvious after dad had introduced everyone to everyone, though he kept a trick-card up his sleeve by not telling Jay who I really was. All he said was "Wrulf has come along because he is interested in learning the ropes of keeping a wife in her proper place. I know that you, Jay, believe that wives are supposed to be subject and submissive to their husbands, correct, young man?"

"Yes, that's right." Jay responded.

Dad looked at mom. "Well, honey, I see no reason to go into everything about how I met Jay; just that this 19-year-old girl, Jill, helped bring Jay and me together. She's part-time in another department at work. She isn't quite ready to fornicate, though I firmly believe that'd be helpful in her sex life once she gets married. The point is she's friends with Jay. In fact they attend the same very strict, puritanical, fundamentalist church.

"Jill put me in touch with Jay last week. And without meaning to embarrass him in the slightest, the fact is that Jay is a virgin and has never 'lain naked and carnal' with a girl. Personally I find that shameful in terms of the church and his folks. But Jay's told me that his parents were very strict and nosy about his personal life before he moved into this apartment three weeks ago. What all this boils down to is that I volunteered your services to help with his problem, honey."

That pricked up my ears, betting as I did that my trampy mother's twat already was probably a-boil over the very thought of corrupting a virgin, barely 18-year-old boy.

Dad next fixed his attention on Jay. "You don't need to be the slightest bit shy, ashamed, hesitant, or afraid to say or do anything you need. Dorothy and I aren't religious at all. But I have done a great deal of reading about the bible, just to be knowledgeable. And you're probably familiar with that Old Testament phrase about 'men humbling women in the shame of their nakedness', aren't you?"

"Uh-h, yes." said the 18-year-old boy, seemingly starting to get horny.

"Okay. Well, my wife obviously doesn't need to be ashamed of her body. But she fully believes that it is not only her place, but her marital duty, to subject herself to humiliation or humbling, during all acts of copulation. Dorothy also agrees that like all wives, it is my right to humble and shame her in the shame of her nakedness, involving any other man of my choice. She finds that humiliating obviously, but that is one of the more important aspects of all intercourse. And I think you'll find it very fulfilling to humble, or humiliate her, another man's wife, as you wish.

If it'd help you be more comfortable, you can think of her as 'a harlot handmaiden of the lord and harlot of Babylon'. That means that I'm giving you the right to use her as you please for your gratification. After all you've spent 18 years without an opportunity to gratify your lusts with a girl or woman, and it is your right to vent all of your lusts upon my wife as you please. Yes, that consists of adultery, but it is my marital privilege to demand adultery of her. Okay?" dad went on.

"Wow! Okay!" Jay enthused.

"And I'm sure that you lust after pretty girls and women - you know, think prurient, even real dirty thoughts about them when you masturbate?" dad went on.

"Well, uh-h, yes." Jay replied.

"You probably think real dirty about some of the sexier women and girls in your church even, right?" dad pressed on.

"Uh-h-h, yeah, I suppose I do." Jay responded, looking both a bit embarrassed and turned-on at the same time.

"It's really fun to think dirty about girls and women when you masturbate, isn't it?" dad enquired. Before Jay could answer, dad continued, "You lust after my wife, correct?"

"Uh-h, er-r, yeah, I guess; well yeah, I do." Jay said, obviously still embarrassed by dad's bald-faced discussion of masturbation.

By now I understood dad's methods well enough to know that he was using the discussion to get Jay's rod harder than a poker. "It'd be very fulfilling to enjoy dirty thoughts about my wife while masturbating, wouldn't it? Don't be afraid to be completely honest." dad said.

"Er-r-r, yeah, I'm sure it would, though I just met her." Jay told him.

"By the way, just how often do you masturbate?" dad wanted to know.

"Wel-l-l, er-r, at least once a day." Jay admitted.

"That's a very healthy regimen." dad said, "And you don't need to masturbate right now, unless you want to. But why don't you take it out and show my wife how you'd lust over her while masturbating and thinking as dirty about her as you want, Jay?"

"R-r-e-e-ally? I mean, I can take it out and do it right here in front of your wife?" Jay enquired in an utterly disbelieving tone of voice.

"Jay, my boy, it wouldn't be the slightest bit of an over-statement to flat-out tell you that my harlot-wife is extremely salacious, lascivious, carnal, licentious and lewd." dad said. "So if you want, you can take your hard-on out and show her in the most explicit and lewd way what you'd do to yourself while you think your dirtiest thoughts about her, Jay."

The 18-year-old looked at dad, then mom for a few seconds as I detected a slight transformation of greater boldness taking hold of him. "So, you are lewd and like peni..."

I just had to jump in. "Penis is way too nice a term for the dirty bitch! All the fucking cunt deserves to service are 'cocks, pricks, whore-bangers, dicks, dongs, fuck-clubs, hole-splitters', and even 'pizzles' - just no terms as nice as 'penis', Jay!"

"Wow! Wel-l, okay-y. You must be dirty since you like guys to think dirty about you. So you're lewd, dirty and you like cocks. Right, Dorothy, you - er-r-r, uh-h, harlot?" It was easy to see that Jay was still getting accustomed to the blatant use of all those terms in front of a married bitch - even as he unzipped and oozed his very fat, but 7 1/2-or-so-inch hard-on out of his jeans.

"Oh, yes, honey, I love all cocks!" mom seductively cooed, reaching for his.

"No, I don't think so, not yet." Jay told the slime-dumpster, as he inched a little closer to complete confidence. "If you like cocks so much, just sit there and look at mine - uh-h -cunt! Yeah, I like calling you a 'cunt', you harlot of Babylon! Yeah, cunt, don't touch it. Show me how much you like my cock by just looking at it for awhile, cunt!"

It seemed fate had put me in the pathway of guys who liked putting on cock-dancing shows for mom - because like Zack, that Sunday morning a week and a half earlier, Jay simply flexed his dick-muscles.

I was delighted to see a mocking glint come into Jay's eyes as he watched the greedy look on mom's face. "Like that, bitch? Yeah, cunt, you like my cock, don't you?" He looked over at us guys. "Man, I had no idea how much fun it is to refer to a bitch as a 'cunt'! - especially a married one like this bitch, man!"

"Well it's not her business to expect any respect from you," dad told the boy. "The dirty cunt is nothing but your adulterous whore until you're completely done with venting your dirty, disrespectful lust upon her as you need, Jay."

"So, you don't want me to respect your wife, is that right?" the boy asked.

"The much more important question is, do you want to?" dad replied.

"Well, uh, no, I guess I don't." Jay told dad. "Do you respect the harlot, as her husband?"

"Not when it's time for the dirty bitch to lie naked and carnal with me or any other guy." dad said.

"... and the cunt doesn't want to be respected when she takes cocks?" Jay broke in.

"Actually it's not the skank's place to decide if she wants or doesn't want to be respected." dad went on. "If you want to know the truth, once you lose your virginity to my adulterous wife, I hope you never, ever go to bed with a cunt you feel pressured to respect. That includes a future wife every time you lay the bitch as a normal part of marital copulation. I can promise you, that it's much more exciting to stab your dick into a moral fuck-slob you don't have to respect."

That really had Jay's cock doing the 'dirties' up and down!

"Is that what you are, cunt?" he said, in reference to 'fuck-slob', giving mom an obviously disrespectful look.

"Oh yes, oh yes!" the pig breathed, reaching for his prick again.

"Leave my cock alone, whore!" Jay ordered. "It's time to have a look at your breasts, cunt!"

I snorted "I'm really sorry, Jay. But 'breasts' is far too respectful a word for a skank like this cunt, too! What this fuck-hole deserves to hear are words like 'tits, honkers, chest-bags, milkers, udders, clappers, or 'boobs' - anything but 'breasts', dude!"

"Okay. I like clappers - sounds real crude and dirty. So, bitch, I don't care if you are ready or not, bitch! I'm going to have a look at your clappers, whore!" Jay said, starting to dominantly growl as he yanked her dress-top below her tits, rather surprised to see that the slob-hole wasn't wearing a cloth tit-sling (bra).

He latched onto the low-life's left boob, squeezed it and said "What a pair of clappers, man!" I softly laughed as he went on. "With a pair of huge cow-milkers like this, how do you manage to even stand up when you walk the streets like the whore you are, cunt? Yeah, I bet you're such a cheap, cock-loving whore that you'll work the streets for almost nothing, won't you... oh, what was it Wrulf called you?... skank, that's it! You couldn't be a street-walking skank, now, could you? - yeah, right! - of course, you're a skank of a fucking hooker for nothing when even your husband has you at night, you dirty bitch!"

"Yes, that's right, baby!" mom gasped, because just then the boy crudely grabbed and squeezed her right honker as hard as he could while casually watching the look on her face, obviously with no concern for the gunk-ditch's feelings.

"So, you're nothing but a marital hooker - huh, skank?" The incestuous dick-hog gasped again as Jay switched tits and hauled down on her left one with his hand.

"No, I'm just a dirty, immoral, fuck-slob hooker for even my husband!" mom softly cried, obviously getting more and more turned on.

Just then she squealed, because Jay alternately laid a pinching grab on both of her nipples, pulled them away from her chest as far as he could, let them go and softly laughed. "Let's see if your cow-teats snap back like rubber bands, you whore! Well, not quite. But then I guess you wouldn't want rubber bands for tits or they'd sag too much, especially if you got knocked up on the streets, whore!"

He then gave her a long, mocking look, and I was delightedly surprised to see the 18-year-old virgin slap the slag's face as he snarled "You know, you even look kind of dumb, slut! But come on. It's time to treat you like something even dirtier than a street hooker. Get your ass off the couch! Stand up, you moral - actually, immoral pig!"

She obeyed.

"Take your dress off - unless you want me to rip it off, whore!" Jay went on. His reflexes seemed as fast as lightning when dad said "Go ahead." Jay grabbed the collar of her dress, giving a mighty yank in opposing directions and rending the veil to the cathouse-temple of maternal whoredom from top to bottom!

He took her hair, jerked her a foot or two closer onto a thick, Persian style throw-rug in front of his couch and said "That's better, you slut! Yeah, you slut!"

"My wife even just looks filthy, doesn't she, Jay?" dad asked the boy.

"Uh-huhm-m, yeah, she does." Jay responded.

"Do you like the dirty hole between the skank's legs?" I enquired.

"Oh, yeah! You can just tell what god made it for!" Jay scoffed.

He next turned the bimbo ass-facing him, slapped both her rump-apples (arse-cheeks) real hard, bent her slightly forward by the shoulder and smeared her right shitter-cheek open with his hand for a look at her dumper-pussy. "Yeah, that hole too, man!"

"Well that particular ditch on the bitch has another special function, and that's to 'shoot the shit'." I laughingly told Jay.

"Yeah and I bet that the whore is so dirty that she'll take shits in front of strange guys right on the street, too!" he laughed, as well.

"... especially since defecating makes the sow feel like she's being sodomized by turds!" dad gaily chipped in.

"Fuck, that's a good one isn't it, you filthy bitch? Being 'sodomized by turds'!" Jay taunted the maternal dick-bucket.

By then of course, we other guys had our pizzles out, beating the meat, as dad snarled "Oh, yeah! Really pour the filthy talk to my wife! That's what the fuck-toilet deserves, son!"

"Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Talking to and treating another man's wife fucking filthy! Lie on your back on the rug, you filthy, fucking slut!" Jay commanded, and mom did as told.

"I the fuck am sure you don't need any brains to do it, but are you smart enough to spread your legs like a filthy, fucking hooker, bitch?" Jay went on.

"Yes, I guess so." mom whispered, splitting her thighs apart.

"Fuck you, bitch! All that proved was that any brains you have are in your holes, tramp!" Jay snarled, moving forward until he was standing a-straddle of her head.

Mom lay there on her back, watching as he completely undressed, including his shoes and stockings.

Next he told the sexy dirt-bag to roll on her stomach. He used his bare foot to spread her bitch-ass open for a look at her poop-vagina. "Hum-m," Jay mused "I wonder if that fucking hole up this skank's behind could be any dirtier than she is... but roll on your back, fucking bitch!"

Then he deigned the low-life with a vulgar grin as he felt up her tits with his foot. After that he moved down and checked out her front hog-trough with his big toe.

Almost before the slag-hog knew what was happening next however, Jay squatted and started almost smothering the dirty cow by roughly grinding his huge bullocks all over her face. I was gratified to hear him say "Yeah, you even like my balls in the face, cunt! No, don't lick them. You don't deserve to even lick my balls. Instead, I've got another present for you, bitch!" He scooted forward to begin roughly smooching his ass-crack into her face.

Jay laughed his crudest so far, and sneered "I suppose you're sometimes romantic enough to like being kissed. Well, you fucking filthy, fucking low-life whore, I'll fucking kiss you, alright - with my fucking ass, you fucking pig!" He laughed again.

He looked at dad and me and croaked "This is real fucking romantic, isn't it? An hour ago I'd never have thought I'd be romancing a married whore with my ass, man!"

"Yeah, too bad it isn't St. Valentine's Day!" dad replied...

"Yeah, if you don't mind romancing a fuck-toilet with your ass!" I added. All of us guys cracked up. Jay stood and said "Talk about this filthy whatever being a fuck-toilet, I've got an idea. Get onto your hands and knees and crawl over on the hardwood part of the floor, you filthy fuck-toilet, or filthy whatever-you-are! Now, lie on your back again, you 'ho-bag!"

He grinned at dad and me "I just know this going to be fun! I'll be right back." He left the room, soon returning with a one-gallon plastic bucket he placed right next to mom's head.

Dad and I immediately stood, to walk over next to Jay for a better look, as the 18-year-old forcefully pissed into the bucket.

"I'm not totally sure, my boy, but I think I know where you're going with this. But go ahead and I'll have a great way of making the slag clean the floor when you're done." dad told Jay.

"Slag?" he enquired.

"Yeah, that's just another way of calling the stinking fuck-bucket a piece of trash." I informed Jay.

"Okay. I like that." he said, as he lowered his foot into the bucket.

He made sure to splash some of the urine on the trash-dump's kisser when he raised his pissy foot out of the bucket and started rubbing it all over mother's face.

"What was it you were called a few minutes ago? - 'fuck-toilet', I think it was - right, you low-life?" Jay sneered down at the hot, big-titted adulteress. "But we'll shorten that to simple 'toilet' for now, cunt. Be sure to do a good job of cleaning the yellow rain off my foot. Get between my toes, too, toilet!"

It was wild but beautiful to see him having gone from shy virgin to contemptuously foul-mouthed slut-derogator in about a half an hour. I was sure that a realization of that was driving mom bonkers.

However Jay sloshed even more piss out of the bucket onto the cunt's 'ho-mug when he raised his foot out of it a second time to wipe it across the bitch-bag's face again.

Next he smeared his pissy foot around on her boob's, then her cunt. Finally he made mom turn on her belly, dipped his foot in the piss and slapped her ass with it hard enough to have piss-drops splattering off it. "Now, what's the great way you have a of making this harlot clean the floor, Carlton?" Jay asked dad.

"Wait a minute. I think I could use the 'plumbing through this toilet's lid'. How about you, Wrulf?" dad replied.

"Sounds good to me. But maybe we'd better undress for this perversion." I said, and dad removed his clothing, as I did.

I knelt above mom's face after she'd obeyed my order to flip on her back, aimed my hose at her mouth and started urinating in it as I snarled "This couldn't possibly be a perversion, could it, slut-bag?"

"Oh boy, fuck, that's funny!" Jay laughed, slapping his leg.

Dad next took my place and pissed-off his bladder into the 'plumbing through the toilet's lid' as he scoffed "Oh no, this isn't perverted, just filthy love in liquid form, me laddies!"

"Fuck, this is hilarious!" Jay cackled in glee. "Have you ever thought that your wife is so sweet that she might melt in all that piss and float away, man?" He crudely laughed, once more.

"Yeah, she the fuck is a fucking sweetie, alright!" dad chortled as he stood and stepped away from the piss-guzzling cunt-hog.

"Now fuck, where was I before I was so hilariously interrupted? Oh, yeah, what's the fucking procedure for making this fucking toilet clean the floor - though I've never heard of a toilet cleaning anything. This, I just gotta see!" Jay went on.

"I know, I know! Can I answer that question?" I giggled, raising my hand like a school-kid asking for permission from a teacher.

"Sure." Jay grinned at me.

"Okay, sweetie, get over onto your hands and knees to lick that liquid love off the floor, sweetie!" I mockingly ordered mom.

The maternal, three-holed den of sexual vice obeyed.

"Talk about humbling another man's wife as a harlot-handmaiden, it takes a real dedicated, fucking handmaiden to clean piss off the floor with her tongue, I'll tell you!" Jay marveled. "But isn't that a fucking beautiful sight, guys?"

"Keep the fuck cleaning, whore!" dad barked in reply, with us men watching until mom had the hardwood nice and polished.

"Can you handle whore-mongering with this harlot right after piss, Jay?" dad then asked the boy.

"I've got a good idea about that - one of Carlton's theories," I broke in. "He's always saying that it makes male dogs hornier to mount bitches if they can smell the reek of piss on them - not to equate you with a dog, Jay."

"Hell, guess I am something of a horn-dog," he answered. "But cleaning the floor should've given this bitch some time to dry out. Besides, sticking the dick to toilets is a 'dirty job, though somebody has to do it' - right?" He let out a vulgar chuckle.

"Fuck, more like a filthy job!" dad snorted. "But if you can handle it following piss, go ahead and do the filthy job of shoveling some filthy love to my filthy wife, son!"

I didn't know if Jay consciously planned to be standing right behind mom still on hands and knees, but I was pretty sure that it was on purpose that he slowly began lowering himself into a squat. He raised his nose, sniffed, and asked "Okay but do you guys smell what I do? I can't quite figure out what it is! Oh, what the fuck is it? Now I've got it figured out. That's the smell peculiar to toilets!" Before any of us realized what was happening, he aimed his dick at mom's twat and brutally plunged it full with his bitch-hammer, while the filth-bucket let out a loud gasp.

His slut-banger was only something like 7 inches long but it was very thick. And as slimy as mom's front filth-pit was, it was easy to see that Jay was really making her feel it.

I guess that happened so fast and took everyone so by surprise that none of us made a sound for about three minutes - other than mom's gasps, swine-grunts and hog-snorts.

Obviously though, Jay was a horn-dog thoroughly on the horn as he hole-smashed the virginity out of his penis while solidly battering mom's bitch-loins.

Finally he mashed her right bum-cheek in his hand, then slapped her stinker and yelled, "Fucking piece of filth! You fucking piece of fucking filth! Take my f-u-uc-ck-i-i-ing dick slamming your dumb, filthy cunt! Yeah, you dirty skank, you stupid piece of trash, you filthy, fucking low-life! Take the meanest fucking you've ever had in your stinking 'ho-life, pig! Fucking pig!"

I loudly snarled "Yeah, Jay, rape my stupid mother, the low...!"

... and Jay's cunt-hammering ground to an abrupt halt. "Did you say your 'mother'?" he asked.

"Fuck, now have I done it! Well, the cat's out of the bag!" I replied. "It's too long a story for now. But yes, this cunt is my stinking-slut whore-pig of a mother."

Jay turned his eyes toward dad. "Is Wrulf telling the fucking truth, man?"

"Why don't you ask the piece of filth, herself?" dad calmly and smoothly asked.

"What about it, filth-bag? Tell the truth, you stupid cunt!" Jay yelled at the fuck-hole.

"Yes, yes, I'm Wrulf's cheap, filthy, low-life whore of a mother!" the bitch gasped, beginning to sob with lust over the humbling nature of her confession. (I the fuck had been raping, as well as simply fucking - to say nothing of pissing in, on, and watching her being done by our dog, Alex, for about 3 1/2 weeks now, and there were times when I could hardly believe the inordinate depths of mom's indecent gluttony for perverse degradation!)

"Fuck, fu-uck, fu-u-c-ck you, you filthy bitch! I'm really going to give it to you double for being such a stinking gutter-slut!" Jay bellowed, as he laid into cunt-ripping the slag until she screamed. "Any bitch who'd let her own son treat her like a skank deserves to be raped! Yeah, fuck you, whore, and fu-u-uc-c-cking take it, low-life!" He reached forward to slap her face three or four times, before starting to palm-slam the skank's arse with his hand.

"I guess Jay doesn't have any respect for mom anymore. Right, dad?" I said.

He was about to answer when Jay growled "What's with respecting the 'ho-bag? I'll fucking give the fucking bitch all the fucking respect she deserves, by god!'' He yanked his bone out of her puss-ditch, to move 'it up to her even lower' hole.

Apparently well-coordinated, he took and roughly hauled back on her hair. At the same second he even more roughly hauled her a gut-full of cock, with the fuck-rag letting out one of the yowling screeches I'd heard so often in the last few weeks.

Jay didn't give a shit. He kept his left hand on her flank while he kept yanking back on her hair with his right one, damn near using her hair to lever a power-hammering of his cock up her tail-pipe. Mom meanwhile went from more sobbing to yowling, screeching,

yelling, and screaming with ass-punished delight from a place within her, lower than the gutter!

"Yeah, you shit-holed pig! Does your ass-hole make a good toilet for rape? Huh, does it? C'mon, is your filthy butt hole a toilet as good for rape as it is for dumping shit, huh, you dumb skank?" Jay hissed as he kept dick-blasting her arse-trough.

In a bit he slowed down enough to say "Where the fuck are my manners? I'm being kind of selfish. Does one of you guys want a piece of this stupid cunt?"

"Go ahead, Wrulf, and rape the only hole open on your mother at the moment." dad urged me.

"Why the fucking hell not?" I replied, stepping up to the slag in my nakedness, and starting to violate her beautiful, stupid face up and down my pizzle with a handful of her hair...

The only part of that I didn't like, being that I was so fucking horny from watching an 18-year-old boy lose his virginity to my filthy, fuck-slob mother, that I jerked the bone out of her rape-dump-mouth and blew a huge wad of slime onto her face in only three or four minutes.

Still arm-wrestling with his large slab of man-muscle-between-the-legs, and seeing me scum-dump on the slag's face, dad looked at Jay and asked "Are you about ready to cum, my boy?"

"Just about." Jay grunted.

"Do it on my wife's pretty face then." dad went on.

The teen rapist didn't answer, just viciously dicked-jabbed that bitch-arsehole a few more times, dismounted the harlot-pig and walked around in front of mom. He too grabbed her hair by the left hand and it looked like Jay did his very best to jam his phallus up her nose, holding her right nostril down on his cock-knob by her hair in one hand while he grunted and jerked himself off with his right one!

In fact dad and I couldn't help but laugh when mom had to 'blow' her scum-filled nose before Jay rammed his dick down her gullet one time, hoisted her mouth off his rod with her hair, stepped back and snarled "Yeah, you deserve to have a cum-'rug' on your pretty,

fucking, dumb face, bitch! In fact, bitch, I'm not sure but what that's all the fuck you're good for, bitch! Sometime about 100 guys should do nothing but jack themselves off with your mouth and dump load after load of that slimy stuff on that fucking dick-licker you have for a face, you filthy low-life!" He'd hardly snarled that down into the whore's slimy kisser when dad elbowed past him and 'threw' another jizz-'rag' onto mom's face.

We guys silently stood there, collecting ourselves for several seconds before I asked, "How was your first time, Jay?"

"Great, especially with a married whore I raped in the ass!" he sweetly smiled. "But I'm going to have to rest some before I do the bitch any more - and I can, can't I?"

"Absolutely, as many times in any of her slag-holes as you want." dad told him.

"I've got an idea while I take a break," Jay continued. "The bitch might get her head stuck like a calf in a milk bucket. So I'll be right back."

In a few seconds he returned from the kitchen with a large glass. "My mom and dad's church doesn't allow drinking, and I don't have any wine glasses. So this will just have to do." Jay said, handing the glass to mother. "The fuck pour yourself some wine glasses full of piss and drink it until the bucket is empty, toilet!"

I could see him absolutely reveling in his disrespect for my mom as he watched her obey. Then he observed "I wouldn't have thought there'd be enough time. But apparently 18 is a good year of piss, you know, like wine!" He laughed along with dad and me.

"I have a strong feeling your only church from now on will be bitch-holes, right?" dad asked him.

"Fuck, yeah! Now if I could only get that fucking Jill into bed, and make her take my dick like the stinking skank I bet she is!" Jay answered.

"Hell, with her slobbed onto my cock, I'd take sloppy 2nds, 3rds, 4ths, 5ths or whatever after you, Wrulf and any other guy!" dad replied, his beautifully mean-looking penis beginning to rise with thoughts of filthy lust for Jill. It wasn't long until Jay returned to vulgarly slam-violating mom some more.

Rape apparently blessed him with the stamina of a lust-raging bull. It would take far too long to detail everything Jay did to my toilet-mother that night! I, however, knew there'd be many more times when Jay would do similar things in the future, while I already could hardly wait!

So there was only one thing to do. Take the big-uddered mama-gutter home, and the fuck help dad rape her again!...

Chapter 4: Public 'Ho

There mom, dad and I were, that Saturday afternoon following mother's corruption of Jay, having a picnic about 25 feet from the walking trail winding down from the main part of the park to a portion of it a creek ran through.

I hadn't wanted to go on a picnic in the first place. To begin with, I'd had plans to help my homey, Roy, juice up his car... and he'd done plenty of bitching when I cell-phoned him to call things off. Damn near as bad was the sizzling hot day in early August. I couldn't figure out why dad had suggested a picnic at breakfast that morning. I was about to try weaseling out of it simply because of the heat, until it occurred to me that maybe I did owe my old man that much, for the most exciting summer of my life.

So... we were about 25 feet from the trail, eating in a clearing about 35 feet across, and surrounded by underbrush.

One thing threading its way through everything else, though, was that mom, dad and I loved our coffee, even on a hot day like that. As we sat there sipping our after-lunch brew, the peaceful surroundings I'll have to admit, were relaxing. Probably because of the heat, there wasn't another soul in sight - or so I thought...

Until movement in the underbrush, about 50 feet to my right, began teasing the corner of my eye. I turned to check, and realized that someone was back in the thicket surrounding our picnic site. Whoever kept slowly moving in our direction, until I saw that it was a young guy wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers.

Light brown-haired and slender, he was about medium-height, and seemed to be quite good-looking from what I could see without a closer view.

In fact leaves and branches kept me from clearly seeing exactly what he was doing, other than walking, though I immediately sensed something unusual.

That wasn't surprising. Within seconds he was close enough for me to see that he was playing with himself through his shorts.

I was about to say something, but thought better of it. Mom is a total cock-hog skank, and I decided to see what the sexy dirt-bag would do about a masturbating stranger.

By then dad and the slag had seen the guy, while neither said a word. Nonetheless I felt sure that mom already was on fire with slut-lust damn near burning her fucking, bitch-dog ovary glands into a slutty crisp!

Within seconds the young man was just inside and across the clearing from mom.

He removed his t-shirt in a teasing fashion, beginning to flaunt his well-developed pecs and strong chest, sensuously running his hand over it.

He wore no briefs, and I thought sure I heard the maternal slab of swine-flesh starting to softly pant when the flasher stepped out of his shorts in a little.

Rather slender and looking to be somewhere around 7'' long, his penis was lasciviously stiff.

He didn't touch it, just leaned back and let his trim loins 'jack' his prick in mom's direction.

He didn't speak. And while there was something almost sensual about his show, I sensed an attitude of whore-contempt, as well as detected a hint of derogation on his face.

In a bit, he softly ran his hand up and down his peter several times, then turned and bent way over, shooting mom a view of his tight ass.

He reached his right hand back between his legs, gently 'jacked' on his huge nuts, waggled them back and forth at the whore, then spread his butt-cheeks with both hands.

There was something beautifully dirty and vulgar about the whole thing, even before he started forcefully and obscenely fucking his butt back toward mom, in a way that had to have the stinking bitch going crazy!

He did that for what seemed an awful long time, then turned, walked over to a tree a few feet to his left, casually leaned against it and began pulling the pud just as casually. By his behavior, you'd have thought it was just another day at a 'public jerk-off park', if there is such a thing!

"Sit on your hands and don't move, whore!" dad ordered when the slut-bag then started to stand.

The flasher kept jacking it and tormenting the dick-slob while leaning against the tree for a good while before he slowly started hand-and-crotch-fucking his way toward mom... in the most lewd way imaginable!

His eyes never left the filth-bucket as he got closer... closer... closer... and closer, until he was standing right over the trashy scum-fuck, without having said a word.

In truth, he didn't make any sounds other than a few soft, but bestially lustful grunts as he took the cunt's hair in his left hand and used his right one to splooge her face with a good, big load of fuck-spew.

He then pulled the low-life to her feet and turned her around by the hair. By that time in her career as a housewife, dad never let the fucking vag ever wear panties around the house unless we had visitors. So, the flasher simply raised her dress and wiped off his piece of fuck-gristle by dick-slapping her butt... then, still without having said a word, he turned, walked back to his clothes, picked them up and disappeared into the underbrush as naked as a jaybird.

Mom, dad and I remained silent for a second or two, then dad looked at mom and said, "Can you imagine the gall of that guy, jacking-off totally naked in front of a totally strange wife and mother, to say nothing of him walking right up and cumming on your face, Dorothy? What's this town coming to!" he chuckled before he went on, "But wasn't that something?"

"Oh, come on, dad!" I snorted, feeling much better about a picnic on a scorching hot Saturday afternoon. "You and I know damn well that the bitch loved it! The only thing about it the fucking whore didn't like was that he didn't shag her up against that tree over there! Come to think of it, fuck, how in the hell dare he not bang a slut like her, man?" We guys got a crude laugh out of that.

"Right you are, son!" dad agreed. "Hell, I'd better make the bitch keep sitting on her hands to keep the damn pig from raping any other flashers that happen to be out there in the woods. Besides, there's still quite a bit off coffee left, and you know how caffeine always makes me horny. Say, wanna' help me bang your mother here in the park after we polish off the coffee, Wrulf?"

"Maybe - just that I prefer some place cooler. But I've got an idea. Did you finish your last cup of coffee, you cunt-hog?" I looked to check. "No, you didn't. Here, bitch." I picked up her cup, helping mom drink the rest of her brew since she was still sitting on her hands.

I handed the cup to dad. "Pour the skank half a cup of coffee, dad."

He did, and gave me the cup. I took out my hose, filled the rest of the cup with...

"It's been almost two weeks since you had your last cup of 'cafe a la scuzz'." I mocked the slag, referring to Zack making her drink coffee with jizz in it, that Sunday morning at the breakfast table. "Now it's time you to tried 'cafe a la urine', bitch!" I told her, and helped her swill that mixture, too. It was fucking interesting, even funny to see the 'ho drinking coffee with the flasher's scuzz on her face almost dripping into the cup!

"Okay, now, stand up with your dress raised, toilet!" I next commanded.

The scum-dumpster did as told, and I pissed on her rump before ordering the trollop to "Sit the fuck back down on your hands, filth-bag!"

However I'd just refilled my cup with coffee and started drinking it when I heard a twig snap.

I saw what appeared to be another guy about 15 feet in the underbrush behind the spot where I'd first seen the original flasher. At first, I thought he was wearing skin-colored clothes, until he'd slowly advanced to within 5 feet or so of the clearing's edge. A second or two later he stepped into the clearing, wearing nothing but tennies, a small, mocking grin... and a hard-on!

He too was young, perhaps in his late 20's, but was blonde, almost handsome and trimly very muscular. Also he was well over 6'' tall.

I'm sure the first thing having mother transfixed, though, was a thick rod-on looking to be in the length range of 8 inches.

He just stood there, both hands on his hips, taunting the 'ho-hole with a little smile, head slightly to one side, while he flexed his dick-muscles... up and down... up and down... up and down. This time I definitely heard mom softly panting, and moaning, and saw the floozy licking her cock-gluttonous lips.

It must've been damn near sheer torture for the bitch, considering the circumstances. There a big, beautiful cock was, attached to a great-looking stud, not a lot more than 30 feet away, and the chances were good that the trash-tramp wouldn't even be able to touch that juicy pizzle!

And the guy was in no fucking hurry to change things, either.

Finally he walked back a ways into the underbrush and returned with a bottle of hand lotion. He squirted a big gob of lotion onto his right hand, tossed the bottle back into the underbrush, turned toward mom and began whamming his fist up and down his fuck-club so hard that I could clearly hear the hand-lotion slurping and sloshing.

He changed his routine from the first flasher's though, now ignoring the hussy as he looked narcissistically down at his cock, never raising his eyes in mom's direction at all.

Every now and then I heard him softly say "Oh, yeah... feels good... yeah, yeah!"

Mom had to be about ready to fucking snap!

The guy didn't deign her even a glance for maybe five minutes. Then he suddenly walked over to the two-legged indecency.

Like the first guy he didn't talk, though he slapped her face several times. Then he grabbed her hair in his left hand while jacking-off all over her face with his right one.

He face-slapped her some more, while his prod softened for another form of treatment.

Dad also didn't allow the tramp to wear a tit-sling. So the flasher next yanked her honkers out of her dress-top. He slapped and pissed on them, as well as chur-churred all the way down her dress front. Apparently he didn't want to urinate all the scuzz off her kisser, and he aimed only the last few drops of his bladder fluid on her face... standing there leering down at her with a sneering look before he turned, walked back, picked up his bottle of hand lotion and vanished into the thicket as naked as the first guy.

My dirty, slutty fucking mother may've been too stupid with crazed desire to think straight by then, though she might've been smart enough to realize, as I had, that dad had set this whole thing up!... kinky, fucking bastard!

I looked over at him and said "Fuck, I only have to wonder if a male dog isn't going to happen by and flash the bitch, though it's too bad that dogs can't jack-off like guys! Lordie, this is wild!"

Dad grinned as he observed "Yeah, well, we'd probably better stay put for a few more minutes to make sure that all the flashers' balls in the general neighborhood have been drained."

"Does that include dog-nuts, too?" I laughed... and to make a long story short, it was a matter of only a few more minutes before a third also-naked, young flasher appeared on the scene.

He looked of a similar age to the second, but was a little shorter, had black hair and was a studly-looking piece of man-meat with a nice face, as well.

Our poor family slut! - in case he simply jacked-off, too - because the filthy mama-pig otherwise must've been in penis-heaven, since his fuck-pole was VERY thick and looked to be 9'' in length!

He didn't pursue a routine of masturbation as long as the others... it not being long before he came over, took the bitch's hair to yank her up and shank her over belly-down on a patch of grass, as he jerked the back of her dress above her bowel-cheeks.

You could say the heat was a blessing, no one else being around, because mom let out a god-awful scream as he stretched out above her and brutally impaled her a gut-full of dick.

He allowed her no mercy, savagely, relentlessly ripping his fuck-tool in and out of and power-hammering her shitter with full-length strokes.

He definitely had her 'singing the song of the wild'!

By then dad and I had had all we could take. We had our dicks out, hand-pounding the meat in a fury.

Every now and then the flasher would lean over mom's shoulder and snarl "Do you like a perfect stranger fucking your ass in the park in front of god and the whole world - huh, bitch? What the fuck kind of piece of trash are you that you'd do that - huh, bitch, huh, you stinking whore?" He seemed to punctuate every 'huh' with an extra-hard stab up her rear filth-pit. "Well, fuckin' fuck you, just the fuck take it up your trashy, filthy, low-life ass-hole, you piece of filth! - yeah, you fucking piece of filth! - fucking low-life pig!" He kept pounding his right palm against her ass-cheek until the slag almost 'rattled' from head to foot.

Dad and I were so hot it wasn't long until we were ready to blow, with dad having us scuzz-dump into my coffee cup he emptied on the ground. That seemed to give the guy an idea, though he continued dick-savaging mom's shit-vagina for maybe ten minutes, then withdrew and jerked his gunk-wad off into the cup, too.

I then saw a gleam of wicked delight appear in his eyes when he saw dad fill the rest of the cup with piss. He seemed to sense what dad planned to do next.

Of course it made mom sound-off some more. It was the oddest thing I'd ever witnessed to see him crook the middle finger of his left hand into her poop-ditch, take her hair in his right hand and 'help' her up to hands and knees so that dad could 'feed' her a cup filled with three scum-wads and piss!

"Here, hand me the cup." the guy then said, and he refilled it with piss. He gave it to the prick-dumpster and growled "Guzzle, bitch, because that's the only picnic drink a stinking 'ho-bag like you deserves, you piece of skank-shit!"

When mom was done he slapped the right cheek of her face about ten times, shoved her back belly-down, nodded at her and grinned, "Do you guys want to help me, you know..."

"I've got the idea." dad replied, and I did too, joining the guy and dad in finishing off our bladders up and down mom's back from her hair to her shoes.

The flasher then said "Thanks for the good time. That was great." He walked off into the underbrush, disappearing from sight as naked as his predecessors, though mom was still a raging inferno of lust for more dick. Fortunately for the piece of trash, dad and I had the rest of the afternoon and night to find more rods for the bitch-hole. Because what else is a father and husband going to do with his wife, and a son with his mother, when the bitch is such an inordinate fuck-swine?

Perhaps not surprisingly though, it was still hot, but in a different and much more interesting way!

Well, to keep from getting ahead of myself, mom was sitting in the back seat, wearing high heels, fishnets, her shortest pair of cut-offs and skimpiest tank-top; with her left hand stuffed down the front of her cut-offs and her right one lazily stroking the dog's pizzle.

Dad silently gave me an appreciative smile when I drove into the parking lot at our destination.

In the rear view mirror I could see our slut-dog quizzically peering around, while knowing better than to ask questions, simply grabbing Alex's leash to follow dad and me.

Nonetheless, mom looked completely incongruous as we walked into St. Thomas' Catholic Church on the poverty-stricken, far-east side of town.

Chapter 5: Absolution!

I got the idea while driving past a certain establishment, early that afternoon, on the way home from summer brush-up classes in preparation for starting college quickly coming up.

Dad had gone on a two-week vacation a couple of days earlier. He was watching an ESPN program about the upcoming football season on TV. when I walked into the house. And bare in her fuck-flesh, as usual, mom's life, to begin with, largely consisted of...

It was only a matter of minutes after I made the suggestion that we and the dog, Alex, were in my car, headed toward mom's next hall of...

People were always wondering why the diocese kept the church open. It's priest, Father Damien, was lucky to have even two dozen people in the congregation for Sunday morning mass, and only a handful of people to say confession throughout an entire week. But in their obscure wisdom the higher-ups insisted upon maintaining the church as operational, with Father Damien full-time on-premises and living in the vicarage attached to its rear.

The church was quiet and empty, but cool, a welcome relief from the scorching, late- August heat outside.

"Okay, mom," I said, "It's time for you to see if there's any possible forgiveness for your sexual wickedness, cunt. Get you whoring slut-ass into the confession booth, pig!"

"Oh, honey!" the bitch breathed, her facial color ripening to a slight blush I could see even in the dim light. With her breath starting to quicken, however, I could tell that she was blushing only partly out of embarrassment, and much more out of the exhibitionistic excitement of confessing her harlot-ish depravity.

In fact, the 'ho-bag likely was already so lustfully on fire that the fucking twat probably didn't realize she still had Alex's leash in hand as she started almost air-'screwing' her way down the aisle toward the confession booth!

"Fucking mama of Christ!" dad softly laughed, "If that isn't a sight! Look at that fucking church-ass!"

"Yeah, really!" I replied, while walking just ahead and to the right of him in following the strumpet.

"It the fuck is more interesting not to know exactly everything you have in mind. But whatever it is has to be brilliant!" dad said. "You're a real chip off the old block, may've you've even outdone your old man this time!"

I barely had time to say 'thanks', because we'd reached the door of the booth, which I opened.

Dad took the dog's leash from mom. The booth was just big enough, and I slipped in ahead of the rut-bag as I commanded "Inside with you, slut. Drop your cut-offs and pop both boobs out over your top, fuck-hole." And the bitch obeyed.

Dad stood outside, with Alex now lying on the floor, and dad keeping the door ajar so that he could watch the carnal proceedings.

"I think you know the proper position for saying confession, bitch." I softly, but gruffly went on.

"Yes, son!" the hot-assed hussy excitedly squealed, falling to her slutty knees just as she so often did to orally snort-off mine, dad's and 100's of other cocks! It'd seem that cocksucking wasn't a lot different from praying or confessing, at least position-wise.

The scene was a living wet dream of a lifetime. I myself was so coming on the horn that I almost felt I was in a dream as I unzipped to take out my raging penis! It wasn't long until I could sense, more than hear, Father Damien taking his place on the other side of the screen.

"Just remember, regardless of your shortcomings, you are god's child." he softly intoned. "Do you have anything to confess to your Heavenly Father?"

I could hardly believe I was thinking, that had her earthly father still been alive and willing, mom would've lain-up with him in half a heart-beat flat! I happened to look down, astonished to see that the fucking, fucking slut was already so in-heat to regale Father Damien with her indecency that I could clearly detect cunt-juice beginning to dribble down the insides of her lush thighs!

"Oh, god!" I almost groaned! I had to be quiet, but couldn't restrain myself from starting to beat the meat.

Mom later said she'd never ever even thought of such a scene. Obviously, though, the sliming cunt was in her element. "Yes-s-s, yes, father, I have a lot to confess," she softly began. "I haven't been to church - well, this kind of church, for a long time. So, forgive me, father, for I have sinned... am not sure where to even begin." (Later the strumpet told me that she'd definitely intended to suggest that, yes, she'd 'been faithful in her attendance to the church of cock', as I'd presumed.)

"That's all right. God understands. Just tell me what comes to mind, what's in your heart, my daughter." the priest went on.

"We-el-l, you see, my sinful weakness lies in the area of penises..." and mom left that hanging in the air.

I thought I heard Father Damien take in a sharp breath, though he managed to stay on an even keel. "Yes, I see. But you need to be specific. God can't forgive sin confessed only in generalities, my daughter. How is it you sin with - er-r, uh-h, penises?" The bastard wanted everything in nitty-gritty detail just as I'd hoped!

Now, frigging herself, mom also began sobbing for dramatic effect. "I'm very, very promiscuous, father. I can't seem to help myself, just can't stay away from DICK." The licentious vag cunt made sure to emphasize 'dick', despite her crocodile-teary performance.

"Yes, my daughter?" Father Damien continued, with an obvious tone of voyeurism in his voice.

"I'm so dirty, so dirty," mom gasped, though her tears were starting to dry up and her voice getting louder. "I'll even walk the streets looking for strange dick. I pick strange men up in bars, adult bookstores and theaters, and let them take me to motel rooms for sex. I even suck and screw strange guys in parks, father. I'm nothing but a sleazy, dirty, filthy harlot, just a tramp, slut and a whore, father." The bitch let out another noisily melodramatic sob.

Horny as I was, I almost laughed when the priest said "Oh, oh, you mustn't call yourself those names. God can forgive anything but the sin of refusing to believe in his power to save you from al-l-l-l-l sin, my daughter."

"Why shouldn't I call myself those names? That's what I am, a dirty, filthy whore, slut and a fuck-pig." mom hotly told the priest.

"Uhm-m, er-r, yes-s, but-t - but are you married, my daughter?" The poor boy obviously was starting to lose it under her steady assault! "Your sins wouldn't be quite so shameful if you aren't married."

"I understand, father, and I'm ashamed to admit that, yes, I'm married. I'm an adulteress, just a faithless, cheating whore-wife, father."

"I see - very, uh, shameful, since the sacrament of matrimony is inviolate, sacred, my daughter." the priest softly admonished the bitch. "But-t-t, but-t-t, are there any specific ways you commit adultery?"

I could see mom getting ready to launch into a real shocker as she dug three fingers up her cooze before both squealing and crooning, "I know adultery is a shameful sin. That's why I absolutely love to fuck around on my husband. I love it, I father!"

"What?" the priest, himself, almost squealed.

"Yes, father. I know adultery is a shameful sin. But I must confess that the shamefulness of fucking around on my husband makes me just so shamelessly hot that - that I'm m-m-asturbating even as I-I-I speak! - j-j-just playing with my dirty, sh-h-hameful t-t-twat, father! Oh-h-h god!" I was pretty sure that the sexy fuck-hole was starting to orgasm.

"WHAT?" the priest almost screeched, "You're masturbating in the sacred sanctuary of the confessional?"

"Yes, oh, yes, father! Do you want to hear me cum?"

"NO, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU ORGASM - UH-H - CUM! I want to hear the rest of your sins, y-you, you harlot!" the priest sternly replied in a raised voice. It seemed almost certain that he was lying through the piss-hole in his probably-hard dick, because I heard him breathing real hard before he calmed down. "Does your husband know about your adultery? Have you confessed to him, uh, er-r, my daught... you harlot?"

"I don't need to confess anything to my husband. He loves for me to act like the promiscuous fuck-pig I am, father." mom told the priest.

"Oh, oh-h, oh-h, my daughter! Are you telling the truth? You must be truthful with god. Your husband knows about your, uh, dirty, sinful harlotry?"

"Oh, yes! He makes me - well, my husband doesn't really make me, because I love doing all sorts of dirty things..."

"w-w-what dirty things specifically?" I could almost smell prurient interest on Father Damien's breath.

"I'm such a faithless cheater that I'm crazy wild about it, too, but my husband loves to violate the sacrosanct state of matrimony by having me use my dirty mouth, cunt and asshole to service 100's of cocks - everything from 18-year-old boys to men old enough to be my grandfather." mom said, now not jerking herself off so hard in order to not lose complete control.

"Yes-s-s, very dirty, your husband is so wicked, so wicked..." the priest hissed, cut off by mom, who continued, "Yes, so wicked. But I love having a wicked husband, father. Why, he even uses me as a toilet fixture by urinating and having other guys urinate in my shameful mouth and on my harlotish body... even administers douches and enemas of piss to me, besides which..."

"Do-o I, do-o I-I-I understand you correctly? Your husband, uh-h, er-r, urinates in and on you, and lets other men do the same, my daughter, you a-a-adulteress?" Father Damien stuttered, probably astounded out of his mind.

"I know, so dirty and lascivious, but so arousing. Yes, my husband does that to me all the time. Even more depraved, he rapes me and has other men rape me... oh-h-h-h god, oh gaw-wd!" The inordinately depraved excitement of confessing that had mom damn near 'blowing' her 'cuntish nuts', as you could perhaps term her ovary glands in place of balls!

As for me, I was so fucking hot that I'm not at all the fuck sure how I managed to keep from blowing my nuts all over the confession booth!

And I bet Father Damien's eyes were the size of his nuts as I heard him suck in his breath, then explosively exhale "Y-YOUR, Y-YOUR HUSBAND RAPES YOU AND HAS OTHER MEN RAPE YOU?"

"Only pretend-rape me. But isn't that so beautifully wicked?" The tone of the slut's voice was downright seductive now! "But I'm such an addicted cock-hog that I deserve to have all my holes violated, and I adore it, father! I've been maritally and extra-maritally raped 100's of times, by 100's of men! But you know what? One of my favorite sins is sucking and letting my 18-year-old son bang and rape me like I'm lower than the most common of two-bit street whores! Do you want to hear me suck my son's dick, right here in the confessional, father?"

While I heard Father Damien's viciously excited inhalation, my adorable, lusciously indecent mother otherwise didn't allow him a breath before she crooned, "Listen, father, listen to this slut-mother sucking her son's cock!" And I couldn't keep from grunting like a male boar-hog as the sexy sow rammed her lips as far down my fuck-wand as she could!

The fucking bitch, the fucking gutter-tramp sloppily began 'raping' her mouth up and down my phallus in crazed, almost rabidly lustful abandon like I'd rarely seen before! "Slurp! - slurp! - slurp! -slurp' - slurp!" It seemed that the obscene sound of her oral whoring was bouncing off the walls of the confession booth!

On the one hand though, the shame of degradation always turns the slum-cunt into a raving, sexual loony! On the other hand, my perception of the bitch's slurping suck-noises could've been a figment of my crazed imagination, because, in a way, I was more excited than when raping the sow for my birthday! However I had the presence of mind to look through the door and see dad's hand damn near 'raping' his large, beautiful penis, too.

"Father in heaven, have mercy on me!" the priest whispered, whereupon mom peeled her lips off my dick and asked, "Do you hear that, father? That's the sound of me sucking my hunky son's cock, the sound of my lips 'confessing my incestuous sins'." And the suck-floozy went back to 'oral confession' before the priest could reply.

Mom had calmed down now, and was nursing me more gently, seemingly wanting to protract her head-job for as long as she could, the more to torment the poor guy on the other side of the screen.

I, too, was finally calm enough to say, "Doesn't that sound hot, father? - because you ain't never seen a dick-sucker like this horny gutter-tramp I have for a mother." I took her hair, beginning to brutally toss her kisser up and down my piece of fuck-gristle.

"Suck my cock! YEAH, FUCKING SUCK IT, mom, you dirty bitch, you filthy slut! Show the father what a trashy wife and a low-down slut-mother you the fuck are! Take it down your whoring gullet! Work that filthy mother-mouth of yours, you fucking pig, you fucking whore! Yeah, I'm gonna' rape your stupid, pretty, little face up and down that fucker, bitch! It's just too bad I didn't ram it up your filthy momma-ass before you started sucking it, fucking cunt!"

I took her whore-blow in silence for a bit, then asked, "Can you see this harlot of Babylon giving me head? Don't be ashamed to watch, father."

"Yes, yes, though I could use a better view," the priest softly replied, and while I didn't know whether or not he had a footstool or something to stand on, I saw his shadow moving up a foot or so.

"Such adulterous lewdness!" he again breathed, then savagely hissed, "Such, such wickedness!"

"The Good Book says that mothers aren't supposed to 'lie naked and carnal' with their sons, doesn't it, father?" I went on, getting into mom's spirit of things by taunting him about the restrictions of his beliefs, the more to turn him on.

"Yes, it does, son." Father Damien agreed.

"And my cunt of a mother is a real harlot, a whore of Babylon, isn't the skank, father?"

"Yes, a sinful - just a dirty harlot and whore of Babylon." the good father said, his eyes seemingly never straying from mom's prick-sucking face.

"And just a cunt, nothing but a cunt's cunt with three cunts good only for whoring with cocks - right?"

"Uh, god in heaven help me for saying it, but, yes, your mother is just, uh-h, er-r, a cunt." Father Damien replied, probably having never let that particular word slip from his mouth in decades, maybe never.

"So, why don't you take your dick out and beat-off while you watch this dirty cunt suck me off? I bet the lord will forgive you, since I'm sure it's been years since you've had a good fuck like this cock-hog, and a good jerk-off will relieve a lot of pent-up tension." I

cajoled. "Besides, this filthy fuck-pig is tempting you beyond measure. Go ahead; it'll be good for you, good therapy, you know."

Father Damien hesitated, then "The holy father in heaven help me, but, yes, I suppose that would be therapeutic." - and I heard him pulling down his zipper.

Maybe he kept hand-lotion back there. In a few seconds I heard the slurping noises of a hand-slapped dick.

"Feels good to beat the meat over a dong-sucking temptress like my unholy mother, doesn't it, father?"

I didn't laugh, though I was amused to hear the priest gasping " Holy mother of god, it does, it does! Yes-s, yes-s-s-s, look at your carnal, filthy sinner of a mother, son!"

"Oh, yeah, that's it, father! Vent all that lust! You don't need to be ashamed, since you're within easy pissing distance of such a hot, dirty temptress!" I went on.

"Ah-h, ah-h, oh-h, yes, yes-s-s-s!" he panted.

"Yeah, you don't need to be ashamed of your dirty lust over a dirty cunt-mother trashy enough to do her own son! Just let it all go, father!" I admonished, and I couldn't believe how inordinately hot it made me to talk dirty about my mom to a priest! - so hot that my

boiling nuts catapulted into a release-needing riot!

"Shee-it, oh shit, I'm about ready to cum!" I kind of yowled. "Do you want to see me defile this cunt's face with my seed of pollution, father? That'd be suitable penance for the fucking scum-hog, wouldn't it?"

"Uh-hm, why-y, why, yes, I suppose it would, my son." the priest replied.

"Okay, I will if you'll cum on the skank's face too, father. So, bitch, I'm gonna' do a fucking 'hail Mary' all over your fucking kisser, mom, you fucking whore, you facial cum-rag! - RIGHT ABOUT NOW!" - and I jerked her mouth off my dick by the hair. 'Uh! - uh -uh-h-h! Oh, the fucking fuck, yeah! All over your fucking cunt-face, mom, you fucking pig, you fucking piece of fucking gutter-trash! Uh! - uh! - uh-h-h, yeah, oh, yeah!" And mom gave out with a soft wail under a good 'pissing' of dick-slime thoroughly soiling her mug.

I stood there in recovery mode for a second or two before I went on "Okay, your turn, father. Go after the bitch! Give her the unholy sacrament of your dick-slime on her face. That's an appropriately unholy penance for the fucking slut, man!"

"Yes, yes!" the father hissed, "The unholy sacrament of my seed of pollution on the dirty bitch's face! - ah-h! - ah-h! - ah-h-h!"- and he'd hardly gasped out those words when his slime-rope came hissing through the screen in a powerful jet arcing down onto the jizz-icing of my dick-goo decorating her face - while my dirty mother had another filthy, cooing pig-cum on her fingers stuffed up her filthy cooze!

I suppose it was that Father Damien may've had enough discipline to have refrained from masturbating for a long period. Nonetheless, I could hardly believe the wad-size with which he'd defiled the sexy low-life's face! Within seconds scum was slobbering down her chin onto her sinfully large udders.

However Father Damien had cum voluminously enough that I suppose some scientific principle came into play with the phenomena I noticed - having another idea when I saw remnants of his scuzz clinging to my side of the screen. I pulled the slag to her feet by

the hair, smeared her lips over that spot and snarled, "Lick the father's cum-juice off the screen, slut!" - and I let up on the pressure enough that the bitch could actually lick.

When she was done, I still had her face plastered against the screen when I said, "I don't think it's taking the lord's name in vain to characterize that as one, hot episode, father."

"I must confess that it was, son." he answered.

"Why don't you further confess that by coming around here, father?" I continued. "You see, this two-legged 'flesh-pot of Egypt' has one more confession to make in the flesh."

"Okay, yes, I suppose that'd be all right - appropriate." Father Damien agreed, and I stepped out of the booth while I faintly heard him zipping up.

In a few seconds he appeared in front of the booth, surprised to see Alex, and dad with his swollen pizzle outside his pants.

My pervy old man smiled. "Hello, father, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Carlton, the slut's husband; this young man is my son, Wrulf. Before the slag confesses her final sin though, why don't you subject her to the penance of humiliation by groping the bitch? Whore that she is, you don't need to show her any respect. Grope everything the trash-tramp has on her, good and vulgar, my man - though by the way, I have an idea. Bend over, spread your lower cheeks and show the father your rear dirt-hole, Dorothy."

Mother threw the priest a sweet smile over one shoulder before she obeyed.

"That fucking shit-hole isn't any dirtier than the little sinner she is, wouldn't you say, father?" And while I suppose it may've been a long time, if ever, since he'd seen a bitch-turd-pussy so vulgarly on display, he just stared in silence, his tongue almost hanging out like horny boy-dog's!

Abruptly then, a complete transformation seemed to possess the father. "Turn around and get your whoring ass over here, bitch!" he most impolitely growled.

All of us others were surprised, not the least mom, though she obeyed.

The priest stepped far enough into the booth to take her hair, turn her around and bend her over.

"Sinful, fucking ass, you filthy flesh-pot!" And he forcefully brought his hand down on her stinker with a loudly explosive pop, continuing to savagely palm-pound her 'squealing' butt a good ten times before he began mauling the hell out of her reddened bowel-cheeks.

I was even more surprised when he next shoved two fingers up her entrails, crudely intoning, "'The rod and staff' of my fingers 'shall discomfort' you in the ass, whore!" Mom started huffing and puffing while Father Damien roughly dug his digits in and out of her dirt-ditch.

He was starting to pull them out when I suggested "Why don't you turn her around and fuck your fingers into her mouth straight out of her butt-hole, father? It'd be good penance for the harlot to taste her ass-hole on your fingers."

"Good idea." - and he turned her facing him and raised her head with her hair again. I reached in and opened her oral dick-trap by pulling down her chin while the priest finger-stuffed her mouth. I let go of her chin and ordered "Do a fucking good lip-lock on the father's fingers, cunt!"

The priest let her suck on them for several long seconds before, once more, he roughly snarled "The father in heaven help you, since I don't know if forgiveness is possible, you fucking lowest of harlots! But I suppose you're whore enough, so do you like the taste of your moral pollution, your own sinfulness on my fingers, bitch?"

I mirthfully chirped "Of course, she does!", as mom nodded and mumbled something.

"Yeah, I'm sure you do, you filthy slut!" Father Damien went on, pulling his fingers from her mouth.

"Excuse me a moment," I said, moving in and shoving three fingers into her vaginal mut-hole. "What about the sinfulness of this momma-cunt, father?" I asked.

"Just a flesh-pot, as you said, my son!" Father Damien replied, then cruelly grabbing both of her honkers as I removed my fingers from her front slit.

"Work those fucking mounds over - slap 'em good! Mom has the slap-happiest boobs you'll ever see, father." I told the man of god.

"Yeah, yeah, fucking big, bitch-tits!" he hissed, and I was hotly surprised when he gutturalled "Fucking dumb-looking milk-bags!"

He worked the be-jeezus out of them good and long, then began 'ringing her church bells' by brutally slapping the gasping slag's clappers until they swung back and forth like bells!

"You can move the call to prayer up to the slut's face, too." I chortled.

"Yeah?" the priest inquired, looking at me, before giving mom a mean glare.

"You want me to slap some righteousness into your whoring face - huh, you trashy whore?" - and Father Damien gave her a test slap.

The low-road swine-floozy took that like a trooper, seeing which, the priest began to take her back and forth across the face with some good smacks. Mom was hotly gasping, moaning, grunting and breathing heavily under his assault.

"Yeah, that the fuck is exactly the way you should slap your dick down her gullet and up her lower fuck-ditches, father!" I gloated.

"Oh, yeah?" he said, as he stopped slapping her face and grabbed her chin. "Do you think I should defile my cock by defiling your stupid holes with it, you stupid bitch?"

Before mom could answer I laughed "It's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it! Besides, that's all this dirt-momma is good for, and she'd be a waste of hole, otherwise!"

"Oh, Mary mother of god, that's a disrespectful thing for a son to say about his mother! But I like it - most appropriate for this lascivious harlot of Babylon!" the priest exclaimed.

By then dad had wakened Alex and drawn him to his feet. "I don't mean to interrupt a meaningful session of hole-felt confession, because I'm most appreciative of the way you handle my slutty wife. But if you'll step out here, it's time for the flesh-pot to confess

her final sin. You know what to do, Dorothy, you mongrel-slut."

The fuck-rag again flushed in the face with debased arousal as she cooed "Come here, Alex. That's a good boy."

"WHAT THE HEL...?" - and before the priest could pass through the 'hell' of his astounded question, Alex walked into the booth, his fuck-root starting to already rut out of his sheath with the smell of dog-horny slut-cooze assaulting his nose.

Of course Father Damien had already gone through the entertainment 'heaven' of watching mom suck her son's dick. But her great moment was fast approaching. Her bitch-face was still flushed, her twat was drooling more than ever and she was panting with the weirdest grunting sounds I'd ever heard from her. It wasn't strange, though, inasmuch as the filth-bag was about to take center stage with her most perverted show for Father Damien.

The fucking sow was so hot that she could only whimper. "The final sin I have to confess is that I love committing the abomination before the lord of lying naked and carnal with dogs, father. In fact, other than my beautiful son, this beautiful dog, Alex, is my favorite of my extramarital lovers - fuckers or rapists." Despite the depravity of her confession, and as totally on the cunt-dog horn as she was, mom actually had the presence of mind to softly laugh.

Father Damien was astounded so speechless, that he just stared glassy-eyed at the sexy piece of bestial rut-meat, as my mother stepped out of her cut-offs, gracefully swooped down to hands and knees and stuck her face under the dog's belly, with her filth-holed arse almost staring the father in the face.

The foul mutt-cunt began her oral whoring up and down that pizzle...the priest kept staring... the maternal bitch kept noisily sucking...while dad and I returned to flailing our hands up and down our rods and staffs.

I don't know if he found his tongue, because Father Damien looked both so shocked and excited that he could hardly pull his tongue back into his mouth. But he finally found his voice. "My god, oh, father in heaven, this impossibly wicked harlot is sucking a dog's penis!"

"No, father, 'penis' is too nice a word for the filth-bucket! She's sucking a dick, dog-bone, cock or a pizzle - anything but a penis!" I laughed.

The priest still didn't speak. But I finally told him to 'move right in for a good look'. He walked over and crouched next to the bitch, silently watching with prurient fascination as though he'd never see enough of her kennel-slagging. I was very surprised, though, when soon he suddenly straightened up and stripped.

I was in for an even bigger surprise then, because while his fucker looked about only 6 and 1/2 inches long, it appeared to be at least 4 inches in diameter, maybe a little more - a very odd-looking dick. Holy fucking shit, though! - I could hardly wait until when and if he ripped that fat meat-cleaver up mom's anal plumbing!

Instead of that, the priest crouched behind the beastie-hog, grasped her flanks and began smearing his cock all over and slapping it roughly against mom's rump - that, and dry- humping her shitter-crack.

In a bit, dad said, "I'm sorry, but you'll need to move back because Alex needs to mount the dirty whore right away, or he'll cum before he can rape any of her holes, father."

The priest gave dad a dazed look. "Rape her holes? - oh, yes, yes, I'm sorry - certainly." And he stood to back away from the skank.

"Well, the bitch just likes to think of Alex raping her." dad explained, whereupon mother backed her mouth off the dog's bone and smiled around at Father Damien. "I must confess to absolutely loving bestial rape - so perverted, filthy and wicked, father. I'm sorry, father, but I'm afraid I don't want to be forgiven for my gutter-sins. But much as my lovely son especially, likes saying "My mouth is 'dumb', my cunt even 'dumber' and my shit-hole is the 'dumbest' fuck-dump I have, which dump would you like to see Alex raping, father?"

"Fuck you, you filthy bitch, which dump do you fucking think, slut?" the priest growled.

Mother smiled again, arranging herself doggie-style under her kennel-rapist... and within seconds, Alex was shoveling her a good dirt-balling in the 'dumbest fuck or rape-dump' she had.

Maybe he was unusually horny, or maybe dogs are smarter than people think. And maybe Alex was intelligent enough to realize he was putting on a most perverted show for a priest in the 'holiest of the holiest' of a confession booth, now made thoroughly unholy by his snarling, growling rape of mom up the ass - because he was plowing the pig with one of the hardest, rudest, crudest and most vulgar ruts I'd ever seen him give her! As usual, the sow was hotly sounding-off like a pipe organ, screeching and beseeching Alex to 'rape her filthy shit-hole real good'! "Rape me - RAPE ME, YOU BEAUTIFUL BOY!"

And I don't think I'd ever seen a penis throbbing any harder than Father Damien's or a wilder look of desire than in his eyes while he watched silently for a bit, at which point I said "Mom's holes are interchangeable as far as cocks are concerned. So why don't you think of her mouth as the dumbest hole on the piece of meat while you rape it, father?"

"I don't mind if I do." he said, walking over, slapping the skank's face, wrapping a shank of her hair around his hand and starting to wham, wham and wham the bitch's mouth up and down his cock.

That really looked awesome, because his cock thoroughly split her face into a gape of lewdness!

"You have to be a whelp of Satan, bitch!" he hissed down at the bitch-bag. "And I'm not the fuck even going to ask the heavenly father to forgive me for raping your dirty mouth, because that's exactly what you deserve for letting a dog rape you after you sucked off your son in the confession booth of a church, you obscene cunt of Babylon! You've already desecrated the house of god, so there's nothing left but to desecrate the whore- house of your fucking body, whore! Yeah, take it, take it! Suffer for your vile sins, you fucking pig!"

By the speed and force of his hand outright mauling heated pleasure out of his slag- stabber, it was easy to see that dad was as affected by the father's soliloquy as I was, as I crowed "Yeah, father, that's the way to go after that filthy, fucking low-life slut. Give

it to mom, the fuck give it to her, man!"

"Oh, Christ!" dad excitedly groaned.

"Yeah, mom, you fucking slob-hole!" I went on, "You deserve for a disrespectful priest, a disrespectful husband, a disrespectful son and a dog to show you exactly what you the fuck are, filth-pig! In fact, I doubt that Alex has any respect for you, bitch!"

"Yeah, and this is exactly the way I'd treat you if you were my adult, willing daughter, even my slut-mother, cunt!" dad told the adulteress.

Mom was going nuts with a priestly pizzle and a k-9 pizzle violating her from both ends... while the father was still using her hair to rape her face up and down his whanger, while he now was heated into silence by overwhelming lust.

In a little, dad collected himself, stepped past me into the booth and looked over the father's shoulder at Alex's rape-tool. "I need you to let go of the bitch's hair and step back, father."

"Okay." - and the priest did as instructed.

He made a surprised noise while not saying anything when dad crouched, took the dog's rut-root, yanked it out of mom's tail-pipe and ordered, "Turn around, stupid!"

"Oh, how unholy, so unholy but appropriate! - her bestial rapist's polluting seed of copulation on her slutty face! - yes, yes!" Father Damien whisperingly gloated as dad jacked Alex off onto the slag's lust-glowing mug. "If you'll let me past you, I'll add my defilement to the evidence of sin on her harlot-face, too, Carlton."

"But of course." dad replied.

The father stepped up to the plate, furiously wanking for a few seconds before slop- 'pissing' up the moaning tramp's face real good with a loud roar!

He stood there, briefly leering down at mother, then looked at us other guys. "Perfect, just perfect for the sinner - and why not her husband's and son's defilement on her face, too?"

"Sure thing." dad agreed, and it wasn't long until the vag-hog was happier than a greased lightning pig of jism wallowing in slime, with two family wads of cock-goo added to the scuzz on her face.

"Would you baptize the harlot - please, father?" I then chuckled.

"Well, I'm afraid there's not enough water in the world to wash away her sins." Father Damien replied.

"How about piss?" I queried.

"Are you suggesting that I urinate on her?" he asked.

"In her mouth," I told him. "After all, we don't want to muss up the floor."

"Well now, I suppose that'd be all right, if you gentlemen will join me."

"Unfortunately I can't," dad smiled.

"Well, I can." I said.

"Okay." the priest agreed.

Dad had stepped out of the booth. I'd stepped in to look over the father's shoulder as he sternly looked down at mom and said "I can't blaspheme the holy name of the Father in Heaven by invoking it. But in the unholy name of your other father, Satan, I now baptize you, bitch, you dirty flesh-pot of sin." - and he hotly groaned "Oh, Christ." as he squeezed off a long stream of bladder-wine into the softly whining slut's mouth.

He moved back and I stepped up for my turn. "Yeah, mom, swallow that fucking yellow shit, you stupid, fucking church toilet!"

"It won't wash them away, but go ahead and try your best to flush her sins right down that church-toilet, son!" the father growled. "Yes, yes, guzzle your unholy baptism like the pig you are, you filthy tramp!"

In the short of it, that wasn't entirely all that happened in the church.

However dad assured the father that "Wrulf hadn't arranged this session to jeopardize his position and reputation in the slightest", that the afternoon would remain a secret with the three of us, saying that we'd return often in the future, giving the priest our phone number and telling him he could have his way with the 'pig' pretty much anytime he wanted.

"To tell you the truth, I've recently been having second thoughts about my vows to the church and celibacy, and I don't know how much longer I'll remain in the priesthood, anyway. I'm not sure I'll ever be entirely comfortable with coiting, fucking and copulating with the pig, but I'll definitely enjoy raping the whore. Like they say, though, 'fucking is more fun to begin with, when it's dirty and sinful'. So thanks, and I'm sure I'll have my cock in all the slut's bitch-holes a lot in the future."

Mom got dressed, and still naked, the father followed us to the door, where he obscenely wagged his dick at mom with his left hand, threw her a very mocking kiss with his right one, and growled, "Later, bitch, and go get yourself fucked some more, you obscene harlot!"

In my car, mom was still glowing, as well as gushing with appreciation, and dad said, "Yes, I'll have to say that was a real masterpiece, son. How did you ever think of it, anyway?"

"Oh, I was driving past the church earlier this afternoon, and the idea just popped into my filthy mind." I grinned at dad, then back at mom, who was playing with her filthy self between the legs - again!

Fuck! - in only a week exactly, the skank had corrupted a virgin, church-going, an 18-year-old boy, and a priest!

Then I had a sobering thought. Not to be boasting, but how in hell could dad, I or anybody else top that afternoon?

Then I happened to remember Uncle Harley's and Uncle Dan's upcoming visit in two weeks. And I could hardly wait to watch the maternal fuck-dumpster getting banged, piss-used, verbally trashed and raped by the two guys who'd turned the bitch into a whore in the first place!