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Mom's Hope
By: Tiffany
Mom named me Hope. She never told me why, but I suspected she placed a lot
of hope in me. We looked so much alike, even at an early age. Perhaps, as
some mothers do, she had hopes of living her life vicariously through me. I
hopped not. All hope left her when Daddy died.
After Daddy died, Mom completely lost it. I was nine at the time, and my
three brothers were six, five, and three. She did nothing for us. I did the
best I could to mother my brothers, but eventually the state people
discovered how we were living and she was committed. We kids were placed in
foster homes and split up. Five years later, we were all reunited after her
therapist arranged her supervised release.
This was a godsend when it happened. We all hated our foster homes and
seeing each other again was terrific. Even little Matthew remembered me.
Mark, at eleven, looked so big, almost as big as me. John, at ten, could not
stop hugging me. He had always been my favorite, because he was so
affectionate toward me. Mark had been a handful, the typical little boy.
Matthew and I just needed to get reacquainted.
Mom was a bit aloof. She was glad to see us, but it was apparent to all of
us that she wasn't all there. She was not as bad as she had been, but not as
she was before Daddy died. We had hope. Dr. Brown remained a mystery man.
Quiet, distant, and unapproachable, he was like a stranger in our midst. He
popped in and out at his leisure. Sometimes, he'd dine with us in the
evenings. He reminded me of a weasel man, a geek. He was the type of man
that could never win the affections of a beautiful woman like my mother
unless she were stone drunk, or crazy.
I saw no evidence of love between them. He treated her as his patient; she
deferred to him as her physician, but there was much more going on below the
surface. He had sex with her every time he stopped by. It never took long.
He'd take her to her room for a few minutes, do the dirty deed, then they'd
both come out. I was so glad to be reunited with my family that I didn't
question his motives or his methods.
I could tell right away that life with Mom would be bizarre. In addition to
being careless with her modesty, sometimes walking about in the nude, she
was lewd. Even when dressed, she never wore underwear under super short
skirts and see-through blouses. After a fuck, she'd parade around with his
semen running down her legs, shooting beavers so we could see it seeping
from her pussy. If that weren't enough for young kids to be exposed to, she
was a chronic masturbator.
If she felt like doing it, she did, where ever she was. The boys thought it
was great, but I was mortified by it, embarrassed for her and me. The good
doctor never interfered, but did provide her with every imaginable obscene
device a horny woman could want. Her adult toys littered the house in her
wake.
At first, I tried to play the role of mother, but the doctor admonished me
for usurping my mother's role. He hired a housekeeper to do everything a
mother usually does. She was a middle-aged illegal alien from Mexico. She
spoke no English, made no attempt to interact with us; and, like the doctor,
was there but wasn't. She did her job, did it well, but saw nothing. If it
bothered her seeing my mother fucking herself with a dildoe, sitting on the
sofa with her legs wide, or seeing my brothers gathered at her feet, staring
intently, she never let on. She went about her business; though, I did
notice that her business always had a good view.
We were never introduced to her. We didn't even know her name. I made
attempts to get to know her, but she waved me off with several,
no-habla-Ingleses. She didn't want to get on familiar terms with us. It was
as if we weren't there. We took the hint, and before long, she wasn't there
either. No one paid the slightest attention to her. She and the doctor were
rarely there at the same time, and they rarely exchanged words, though he
spoke Spanish. She'd serve dinner and leave at the time when the doctor
returned from wherever he worked, the state mental hospital I presumed.
Mom was not a vegetable. Except for her sexual eccentricities, she was quite
lucid, sociable, and talkative. She remembered everything from our past. She
watched TV with us and played cards and board games. She had no interest in
going outdoors, and we certainly had no interest in getting her outdoors,
nor of inviting our school friends indoors. I talked at length with her, but
certain topics were strictly taboo. We could not talk about Daddy, the
doctor, or anything about the hospital or her time spent there. If you could
ignore what she was doing to herself, the talks were enjoyable.
The doctor brought two dogs with him one day and gave them to Mom. She loved
them, and named them Mutt and Jeff. They were a beautiful pair of male labs
and were Mom's darlings. She kept them indoors and fed them from the table.
She also had a bizarre way of feeding them from the table.
I remember first noticing something strange going on when my brothers kept
looking under the table during dinner. Seeing dogs eat wasn't all that
exciting and I never understood my brothers' passion for watching it. I was
dead wrong on that score.
Two of my brothers sat across from me with Matthew beside me on my left. Mom
sat to my right and, throughout her meal, she took food off her abundant
plate and brought it to her lap for the dogs. The doctor sat at the other
end. With my curiosity peaked, I accidently on purpose dropped my fork and
dipped my head under the table to retrieve it.
What I saw was Mom's hand stuffing food in her vagina while the dogs licked
her fingers. They took turns digging out the food with their tongues as she
sat far forward with her knees out wide. She let them clean the area with
their tongues, then her hand came down with another messy glob on her
fingers and she stuffed that up her twat. I was struck numb at the
discovery, and watched, spellbound, as she repeated the act several more
times. When I emerged, she looked at me with this glossy-eyed gaze that
seemed to say, "Did you get an eyeful? Did you enjoy watching. Do you want
to see more? Go ahead; I'm not shy."
I knew she wasn't shy. After the dogs arrived, her standard uniform was a
man's T-shirt, period. The dogs were forever sniffing and licking her
between the legs. It was after seeing her feeding habits that I understood
why those dogs were such compulsive crotch sniffers and cunt lickers. They
were always goosing me with their cold noses. If there is one thing I hate
more than a crotch sniffing dog, it's two crotch sniffing dogs.
Consequently, I wore jeans.
Mom seemed pleased with my discovery. She told me to start wearing T-shirts
with nothing underneath like her. I was stunned. My brothers started
giggling. I looked to the doctor for help, but he would not look at me. He
simply said, "I think that's a good idea. It will cut down on your laundry."
With no reasonable, rational authority to appeal to, I sat dumbly picking at
my food. I felt hopelessly trapped. If there is one thing you learn as a
ward of the state, it is that your legal guardian has total authority over
your life. As a consequence, you learn blind obedience, even when your
guardians are perverts, as mine often were. I was made a sexual plaything to
an elderly couple at the age of eleven. I severed them for six months before
they were found out. In my thirteenth year, I was raped by my foster father
in another home--my fifth home in four years. He took me whenever the urge
struck him. He was mean and rough and shared me with his friends. It was
from this home that I was saved, or thought I was saved.
I figured I could at least get through the meal, but that wasn't to be. Mom
said, "I think you should change right now."
I looked to her with pleading eyes as Mark said, "Yeah, she can wear one of
Matthew's T-shirts." To my horror, John smiled and said, "Yeah!" And then
Matthew offered the one he was wearing.
He stripped it off and handed it to me, grinning from ear to ear. My eyes
pleaded to Mom. I said, "Please, at least let me wear one of yours. I can't
put this on. This won't even cover my belly button if I can get in it at
all."
"Put that T-shirt on, Hope. He was kind enough to offer, now be a good girl
and thank him."
Resigned, I thanked him then rose to go to my bedroom and change. Whether
I'd come out again was another matter. I only made it two steps before Mom
said, "No, change right here. Stand on your chair so we can watch you
change."
My face went bright red. I pleaded; she insisted. My brothers added their
approval. The doctor nodded his approval. I set my jaw and stepped onto the
chair. The first thing I did was remove my tennis shoes and socks. To do
this, I had to put each foot on the table. By the way my brothers were
acting as I took off my socks, you'd think I was rolling fishnet nylons down
my legs. Oddly, this gave me a charge.
The boys were acting just like you'd expect little boys to act, but Mom was
just plain silly. She slapped the table to a strip club beat and shouted,
"Take it off! Take it all off!" She even hummed, "Da da dum...ta da da
dum...ta da dum...ta dum... dum...dum...dum."
Dumb was right; still, it charged the atmosphere and had a stimulating
effect on me. My vagina responded to da dums even if my mind wasn't
completely won over.
When I stood straight, debating whether to start with the top or bottom, I
wasn't in any hurry. The crowd wanted me to take off my jeans. Mom fanned
them with chants of, "Pants, we want to see pussy, right guys?" They then
chanted together, "Show us pussy! Show us pussy!" My face colored, but I
went for the snap on my jeans.
I unzipped and tugged them down over my womanly hips. I had inherited my
mother's shapely body. Even at thirteen, I had a figure. My breasts were
confined to B cup bras, but they were still growing and I needed C cup bras.
I think my ass and legs are my best features.
I thought my vagina looked sexy. I liked studying it in hand held mirrors.
My previous foster father took hundreds of pictures of my pussy to add to
the thousands he had from other girls. When I compared mine to the others, I
thought mine was by far the prettiest, the fullest, and the tightest
looking. In addition, my pubic hair was so thin and light, it hid nothing at
all. He raved about sexy pussy. I enjoyed showing my pussy and having it
photographed. I especially liked seeing it from the rear. Even with my legs
together, my full pussy pouch could be seen like a split peach with coral
pink meat. My pearly little-man-in-the-boat was always in view, in any
position, and loved tight jeans and bicycle seats.
To hear them chanting, "Show us pussy," only heated me up further. With my
jeans only half way down, I decided the panties had to be next. I was in no
hurry. I calmly, methodically eased each foot from my jeans, then stood
straight to fold them and set them on the table, ignoring the strong chants.
I then stood straight and hooked my fingers in my pantie waist band. My
pussy grew excited at the prospect of being uncovered. I could feel it swell
up and lubricate. Though I hated the rough sex, my pussy loved eyes and the
feel of a stiff adult penis in it. I did miss that, and it had been over six
months since I last felt that unique sensation.
I often found myself looking at the doctor's crotch, tying to visualize his
equipment. I was suspicious of all adult men. I figured he had designs on
me. He looked the type, and what was a plus, he looked clean, harmless, and
gentle. Though I harbored no desire for him as a man, I would not have
struggled against his cock. Furthermore, it quickly became apparent that
should he choose to take advantage of me, I could count on my mother to pull
up a chair, grab a dildoe, and cheer him on. Before easing my panties down,
I gave him a quick glance. He had that look. He was definitely interested in
what was inside my panties.
I drew a deep breath and slowly inched the panties down. When my pussy saw
light, a cheer went up. The doctor remained reserved, however, staring hard,
but reserved. I slipped the panties down my legs and stepped free, stooping
to bring them up, folding them, and setting them neatly on my jeans. I
didn't want to appear too obvious, but I did want the doctor to see what I
had to offer.
I accomplished this by taking up my folded clothes, turning my back to him,
then bending low at the waist to set them on the floor by my chair. The
action looked natural, not drawn out in slow motion or vulgar, and the brief
rear pose did give him, Mark, and Matthew a good look at my whole pussy and
my pussy hole. When I turned facing the table and stood erect, he was still
looking reserved, but Mark was howling and clapping. Matthew shouted, "We
saw her pussy, all of it."
I blushed at this, and Mom stood and came to stand between my brothers on
the other side of the table, saying, "Come on, Hope! We want to see, too.
Show everybody your pussy, girl. Stand up on the table." I gingerly stepped
onto the table, placing my feet between items. "Take off the rest. Hurry
up!" I saw no need to draw this out, so I quickly unbuttoned my top, tossing
it to my other clothes, then unhooked and removed my bra. I tossed it and
rubbed my freed tits.
Mom said, "Go stand where I was sitting with your back to us." I made my way
carefully. "Okay, now move your feet out to the edges." I gulped, but did as
she instructed. I stood with my feet over a yard apart. "Now bend down and
grab the table's edge in front of you. Keep those legs straight."
When I bent down and got a grip on the table, I was in my favorite position
for having my pussy photographed and screwed. My pussy opened like a flower,
exposing my interior. My hole was fully open and my clit was out in
prominent display. Furthermore, the strain brought out the fibers and sinew
of my legs, the tightness of my ass, and my inverted position even made my
tits look bigger.
My foster father liked placing me in a similar position with a foot on two
chairs, widely spaced, then making me rest my palms on the floor directly
beneath me. I'd be almost doing the splits with my cunt hovering at just the
right height for penetration. He'd fuck his cock down into my cunt, deposit
his spend deep in my vagina, then make me stay in that position for hours
while he took pictures or watched other men screw me. It was agonizing but
delightfully so. I grew to miss it. The position brought memories flooding
back. I wanted a cock. Looking back through my legs, I could see the man who
had the cock I wanted. He studied my obscene spread with obvious desire.
I completely blocked out everyone else, which was hard to do. They were
behaving like animals. That became impossible when Mark drew back a spoonful
of mashed potatoes and let it fly, hitting me squarely in the pussy. This
jarred me from my fantasy. I wanted to jump down, dash over, and slap the
shit out of him. Mom's howls of laughter told me to remain still, even as
more spuds came sailing toward my rear.
All except the doctor joined in, making a spud barrage that soon had my ass,
thighs, and tits covered with warm, runny slop. I didn't feel sexy in the
least, only humiliated. Still, I remained as a target. Gravy, carrots,
beans, and butter splattered my vagina, some hitting with such force that it
went inside. Mom wasn't satisfied with that. She had to stuff my cunt with
food using her fingers. Everything went up my pussy, including half a stick
of butter.
By the time they were through, I had a bloated twat. I was a mess, as was
the dining room. It looked like a one-way food fight. Mom made me get down
so the dogs could clean me. This was the greatest humiliation, standing with
my feet wide and letting those dogs lick my pussy, ass, legs, and belly with
the boys gathered close by, peering up between my legs. The dogs quickly
cleared all that was on the outside, then dug deep with their long tongues
to get what was inside. Mom stood beside me, scooping fingerfuls off my
face, neck, and tits, stuffing them up my cunt, keeping the supply
replenished.
I was too humiliated to enjoy the sensation of two long tongues going
rapidly way up inside my pussy; one going at me from the front, the other,
from the rear. As I adjusted, I did begin to tune into those delicious
sensations.
When most of the food inside and out was gone. Only the mess on my upper
body and what remained of the butter stick in my pussy kept them occupied.
The dogs wanted that butter, but could only help it melt, driving their
tongues deep. Mom began licking the mess off my face and invited my brothers
to help. They went right for my tits. That's when I surrendered to the
delicious sensations, welcoming those tongues, all of them. I held my cunt
open for the dogs and stood with my head back and chest out, freely offering
my body to my family.
I lost it at that point. I began rubbing my clit. Before long, I was openly
frigging myself, masturbating to beat the band. I brought myself off twice.
In a delirium of lust, I caught the doctor's eye. He was still seated, still
looking reserved. I ran my tongue over my lips in as wanton a display of
need as I could convey. I ovaled my mouth and ran my tongue around my lips.
I mouthed the words, "Fuck me!" His face broke into a wry smile. At least, I
knew he got my message.
When the butter finally disappeared, the dogs wandered off. The party broke
up, leaving me standing there, clean, but naked. I wanted something to put
on, but not Matthew's ridiculous T-shirt. I said, "Mom, can I get dressed,
now?"
She said, "No, I like you naked, better. You don't need clothes in the
house. It's just family; besides, we've seen everything you have."
"But, Mom, I don't want to go naked all the time."
"So what. We like looking at your naked body. We like looking at your pussy,
especially with your legs wide open so we can see inside. From now on, you
have to show off your pussy every chance you get. If you notice someone
looking at it, you have to peel open the lips with your fingers. You have to
let us put things in it, and let the dogs lick it all they want."
My brothers seconded every demand. I had to stand there and nod my
acceptance. By this time, I'd given up any claim to modesty. Frankly, I was
a bit pleased and flattered that my pussy was the focus of their attention.
The essence of my sexuality had made quite an impression on everyone.
Showing it off was secretly what I enjoyed doing. Making it available as a
toy box didn't set well, but you can't have everything you want. That's
another lesson foster homes foster.
Mom led me to the doctor and stood me before him, saying, "Feel her pussy,
Dr. Brown." He casually felt between my legs and inserted two fingers. I
stood with my knees wide to facilitate his inspection. Mom excitedly said,
"Do you want to fuck her pussy? You can. She'll let you. Go on, Hope, ask
him to fuck your pussy. Ask real nice." Mark added, "Yeah, Hope, beg him to
fuck you!"
With everyone gathered around, and with those delicious fingers teasing me,
I put on my impish, sexy, pout and said, "Don't you want to fuck my pussy,
Dr. Brown? Won't my little pussy feel good on your big cock?" To add to the
obscenity of the scene, if that was possible, I opened my cunt lips with my
fingers and did a vulgar bump and grind on his fingers, displaying my pelvic
talents.
Mom dropped to her knees and freed his hard cock. He removed his fingers
from my twat and sat back. I straddled his legs and squatted, letting Mom
align the upstanding cock as my pussy dropped on it. I took him in rather
easily. He wasn't all that big, maybe six inches. Still, it felt great to
have a grown man's cock in me, and I rode him like a wild woman. He didn't
have to move a muscle. I did it all, bringing him to climax in just minutes.
When he came, I sank fully on his lap and ground my cunt on his spewing rod,
using my well-developed vaginal muscles to milk his spend from him.
When I stepped free, his sperm poured out of me. Mom's hand was there to
catch it. She smeared her handful over my tits and face. The rest ran down
my legs. She had me assume a variety of obscene poses as she and the boys
amused themselves with my spermy twat and tits. Eventually, all the sperm
got rubbed into my skin. The good doctor sat and took it all in.
Mom encouraged all the boys to fuck me. They eagerly put to the task,
penetrating my pussy, mouth, and ass all at once. It felt bizarre to be
taking in so many cocks at once, but since none were shooting sperm, it was
rather anti-climactic. They enjoyed it, but it didn't do much for me. Mom
and the doctor enjoyed watching, so I put on a good show for them. Pleasing
Dr. Brown pleased Mom. It pleased him to see us wallowing like animals,
enjoying our perverted, incestuous lust fest. I did my best and made Mom
smile.
Later, alone in my bed, I had reservations about the situation we were in. I
could not deny that I'd had fun, nor could I deny several powerful orgasms.
Still, it wasn't right. We were being used, trained and conditioned to
perform like trained seals. In a way, it was sad to see Mom this way. At one
time, she was as straight-laced and moral as any mother on Earth. In many
ways, she had been a prude. She screened all of our entertainment for sex.
She was modest to a fault and never uttered a dirty word. She even taught
Sunday school at our church. She wasn't being herself; she was the woman Dr.
Brown created.
The following morning, Mom seemed different. At least, she was fully
dressed. I thought she might be going out. Since we were going off to
school, I was dressed as well. When the boys tried to get at my pussy, she
stopped them. She managed to impose some sense of normalcy, though she
tolerated the boys' vulgar language and actions. She didn't say anything
when Mark took out his cock and jacked it at my lips, trying to get me to
suck it for him. She also didn't admonish me when I shoved it away. She did
not feed the dogs from the table, though they were under it, gathered at her
knees. It was all very strange.
When Dr. Brown stopped by that evening, however, she was back in form. She
directed my gang bang and made me masturbate while lying on the table on my
back with my legs wide apart. I fucked myself with one of her dildoes. I
slept with less guilt that evening, but the next morning, Mom seemed even
more uptight. This time, she admonished Matthew when he grabbed my pussy.
She reminded me a bit of the old Mom I used to know. When I got home from
school, I didn't have to go about naked or wear a T-shirt.
As the days went by, Mom's personality split widened. The boys noticed as
well. They were quite confused. We had a meeting behind her back. I told
them that I thought Mom was coming out of her trance, or whatever the doctor
had her in. The boys found this distressing. They did not miss the old Mom
as I did. I knew I'd get no help from them once, if ever, I discovered a way
to bring her further out. I hadn't a clue as to how to speed up the process,
but they had no clue how to stop the process, either.
Mom soon stopped wandering around half dressed and also stopped masturbating
in our presence. She was just as bad, however, when the doctor came around.
If anything, she got worse if that was possible. It was.
One evening, she pulled me onto her lap with my back against her chest, had
Mark and John each take a leg and make a wish. With me in the splits, she
patted my belly, urging the dogs to jump up. When the first one did, she
reached between his legs, massaged his sheath until he got hard, then guided
it in my pussy. I just sat there, numb, unable to believe my eyes. The dog
started humping once he got the idea. The other one was ready right after
the first dismounted. Mom guided him in as well. After that, I had to screw
the dogs every time. We got good at it; and I must say, they were better
than the boys.
Needless to say, the boys liked having the doctor around. I looked forward
to him as well, because I did notice that after he took us into deeper
levels of perversion, Mom came further out when he was away. He was unaware
of this. I was afraid the boys might tell him. Either that never dawned on
them, or they never had the opportunity to see him alone. Mom was always by
his side every moment he was in the house.
As the days went by, the split in her personality became radical. It was
like living with two mothers. She was at war with her two selves. She
suffered extreme guilt after the things we did or she made me do. After she
mounted the doctor's cock, sitting with her back to his chest, legs outside
of his, and ordered me to lick them while they fucked, she could hardly look
me in the eyes the next day.
I didn't mind doing it. In fact, I rather enjoyed it. I'd never licked a
pussy before, especially not one that was getting screwed. The boys took
turns fucking my ass and pussy while I serviced them. I especially enjoyed
sucking all the sperm from her twat afterward. I had to admit, I liked the
way things were going. Having a normal mom most of the time made having the
sex-mad mom even nastier when it happened. Had she been sex-mad all the
time, it would have gotten old very fast. What made matters even better was
that the doctor stopped by less frequently as the weeks went by. Sometimes,
an entire week would go by without a visit. By the time he did show up, we
were all ate up with the rampaging hornies, me especially.
I had the best of both worlds, but I could see the day when the doctor would
disappear altogether. What then? Clearly, I didn't want that. In fact,
things had already decayed past the point where I would have liked. I needed
a twice weekly fix at the very least. For me, the pendulum had swung too far
the other way. Mom was starting to go out of the house. She did some
shopping, attended a PTA meeting, and even inquired about church services. I
could not handle church, not after what I'd done and wanted to keep doing.
Me and the boys had another meeting.
After ten days without a doctor visit, we were fit to be tied. The boys were
in greater distress than I was. For them, the pendulum had swung too far
weeks earlier when Mom put a halt to their language and vulgar exposure.
They couldn't openly play with their dicks anymore. Though I was perfectly
willing, they couldn't touch me or join me in the shower. There was no
slipping off for a quick fuck, either. She watched me like a hawk. I needed
it badly, so did they. We were on the verge of mutiny. I had a plan and
eager listeners.
Mom had slipped out to visit a neighbor, leaving us alone for a few minutes.
Usually, she took me with her everywhere she went. I said, "Look, we need to
resist Mom's attempt at getting back to normal without openly fighting with
her. I think we should slowly assert our independence. Let her rant and
rave, make threats, even punish us, but we must resist or we'll soon be back
in church. If she gets filled with the holy spirit again, we'll all be
miserable. I remember those days. They were awful."
Mark said, "I remember them too. I hate church. So, what do we do?"
"We be bad, that's what we do. For one thing, she can't watch us all night
long. I can't believe none of you guys ever had the nerve to come to my room
after she went to bed. Do you think I'd scream rape?"
John said, "You mean you want us to come and fuck you?"
"Yes, silly. Girls get horny, too."
Matthew said, "Will you suck our dicks too?"
"Yes, of course. I love sucking on your dicks, but you'll have to lick my
pussy. Fair is fair."
Mark said, "Hell, I like licking pussy. Can I lick it now?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I'd like Mom to walk in on us doing that." I
quickly dropped my panties and sat with my legs spread. Mark dropped to his
knees and began licking. I turned to the others and said, "Both of you, get
your dicks out. I'll suck you both at the same time. Kneel on the sofa on
either side of me. Hurry, she might pop in at any moment."
They quickly did as I requested. Soon, I had two small cocks vying for space
in my mouth. It was heavenly until Mom burst in and shouted, "Stop that!
Stop that this instant! Hope, go to your room. Mark, Matthew, John, put
those disgusting things away and go to your rooms as well. I will be up to
see each of you. Honestly, I can't leave you for five minutes."
We all marched off. I sat on my bed, waiting. She reacted just as I
predicted she would. I wasn't sure how I'd handle the rest, but I was
determined not to cower. She walked in and just stood, looking hard at me.
She finally said, "All right, Hope. You are the oldest. You are my little
girl. What's come over you?"
"I'm horny. I'm always horny. Doctor Brown never stops by anymore."
"Let's leave him out of this. Hopefully, he never will again. This has
nothing to do with him, anyway. You did this on your own. I want an
explanation, young lady."
"Mom, I told you. I'm horny."
"Don't talk to me that way, Hope. I'm your mother, not one of your little
school girl friends."
"I'm sorry, but it's the truth. I get real horny. I need cock once in a
while. I'm hooked on it. You hooked me; you and Dr. Brown hooked me. It's
all your fault."
This stung her. My accusation took her steam away. She came over to sit
beside me. She placed her arm around my shoulder and hugged me, pulling my
head to her shoulder, stroking my face. I was looking into her lap at bare
thigh a few inches from the pussy I loved to suck on. Mom stroked my face
and hair, saying, "Oh, my poor dear. I'm so sorry you feel that way. Mommy
has been sick. The doctor is sicker. He made me do those things. You can
never understand the hold he has on me. It makes me sick to think about it."
Impulsively, I laid my hand on her bare thigh, just at the edge of her
skirt. The flesh to flesh contact made her halt. She took a deep breath,
then said, "Things are getting back to normal, now, Hope."
I slightly moved my hand, spreading my fingers, getting under the skirt's
hem. This did not go unnoticed. She paused, then said, "I'm letting the maid
go and taking over the running of the household again. I feel much better."
I pressed more firmly and kept up a soft, gentle, sensuous rubbing that
slowly inched my fingers up the inside of her soft thigh. She said, "I want
things to return to normal between us, Hope. He may return. Things may
happen if he does. I sure they will. I still have no control around him, but
he is backing away. Soon, he'll leave us alone. Very soon, I hope."
My finger tips were a scant fraction of an inch from her panties and moving
closer as if with a mind of their own. She finally said, "Hope, what do you
think you're doing?"
I went ahead and closed the distance, bringing my fingers into contact with
her fleshy cunt lips, feeling the warm wetness through her panties, slightly
pressing in at the hole then moving up the grove to her clit. I rubbed each
finger over her clit without answering. She drew a deep breath, then
repeated, "Hope, what do you think you're doing?" I rubbed harder on her
clit. "Hope, please. You shouldn't." I curled a finger under the leg band
and sought out her clit. I found it standing tall between the moist labia
lips, waiting. I rubbed it hard, smearing her wetness before delving to her
hole to slip my finger inside.
I got my finger in deep as she said, "Hope, no! I'm your mother. You
shouldn't." I got bold when I felt her thighs relax and her knees parted
slightly. I inserted a second, then a third finger. She was very wet and
started to breathe harder. I knew I had her then. She moaned, "Oh, Hope.
Please don't."
In response, I turned toward her and sat forward. Her arm fell off my
shoulder. She moved it behind her and rested her upper body weight on her
straight arms--a submissive pose if ever there was one. I pulled her skirt
up to her waist, then reached to her crotch to pull the panties aside,
giving me a good look at her pussy with my three fingers working inside. We
both watched as I finger fucked her.
I dropped to my knees, reached for her panty waist band, and tugged firmly.
She lifted just enough so that I could work them from under her. I freed
them from her limp legs, then pushed her knees wide. I pushed until her
knees were flat to the mattress. Mom's wet beaver opened like a book. She
watched my head come steadily nearer. I planted tender kisses high up on
both inner thighs, intentionally avoiding her sex. I licked all around it,
but never on it. I blew my hot breath on her exposed membranes and clit,
making her moan. Finally, she said, "Please, don't tease me anymore, Hope."
"Tell me what you want, Mommy." I kissed her right above her clit, looking
up into her eyes.
"You know very well. Please! Go ahead. You've gone this far. Finish it."
"Tell me."
"Oh, God. You're awful. All right, please, kiss my pussy, Hope." I gave her
a quick peck, square on her cunt. "Lick it, you devil. Lick Mommy's pussy,
sweetheart." I licked up her slit, looking into her eyes the whole time.
"Suck my cunt, Hope. Suck your mother's cunt like a good little girl. Eat
Mommy's horny pussy, dear."
That's when I gave her the kind of pussy action she wanted. She cried out
and fell back on the bed, bringing her fingers down to hold herself open for
me. I sucked her to three orgasms and lapped up all of her pussy cream after
each orgasm. She was delirious.
She turned to jelly. I rolled her over and reamed her asshole. She pulled
her cheeks apart for me. She loved having my stiff tongue way up her ass.
She got her knees up on the mattress, widely separated, still pulling her
cheeks apart. I stabbed in deep, withdrew, and said, "You're not going to
drag us to church, are you, Mom?"
"No! I can't go to church, now. Don't worry. Please, more!"
I probed her colon, then said, "I need some cock once in a while, Mom."
"Yes! You do need it, don't you. You can fuck the dogs. You like that, don't
you? More, please!"
"Yes, I do, but can the boys fuck me when I need fucking?"
"Yes. I won't interfere. Just leave me out, okay. I need this as well. It'll
be our secret, okay, Hope?"
I gave her a long tongue fucking, then got on her clit and sucked hard to
make her cum for a fourth time. After she relaxed, I lapped at her wide open
hole and finished with several long laps up her crack from her clit to the
base of her spine. I sat back on my heels. She rolled onto her back, then
struggled up to her sitting position, her face flushed and beaded with
perspiration. She smiled self-consciously. I smiled back. She said, "Hope, I
enjoyed that."
I wiped my face and said, "Yeah, I could tell. You liked it a lot."
She laughed nervously, and said, "I'm awful, aren't I?"
"Yeah, but you taste great."
"Do you really like doing that, I mean for real?"
"Couldn't you tell? I love eating your pussy and tongue fucking your
asshole."
"Hope, what a mouth you have, literally. Please, let's try to act normal
around the boys. They must never know."
"Mom, they've seen me do this lots of times."
"I know, but that was different. Please, I must get control of my life and
my family. We can't let things get out of hand. I don't want them to know
about us or that I know what you are doing with them. I'll turn a blind eye
and give you plenty of privacy with them whenever you need it. Just tell me
when you need it. I'll go shopping or go to bed, okay?"
"Okay, but don't freak out if you see me letting the dogs lick my cunt, or
catch me fucking, or if you walk in and see me sucking a dick."
"I won't, but I must say something about it. It wouldn't look right,
otherwise."
"I know. Just tell us to stop, then get lost."
"Get lost, huh? I'm afraid that would be too obvious as well. No, you'll
have to sneak behind my back. I won't go looking for you. How's that?"
"Fair enough. So, what are you going to tell the boys?"
"I don't know. I guess I'll just rant and rave a little, just for
appearances sake."
I snatched her panties off the floor, sniffed the crotch, and said, "Okay,
but you'll rant with no panties on. In fact, I don't want you wearing
panties anymore. I want free and easy access to your pussy from now on. I
earned it."
"Hope, you can't. They're bound to catch us at it one day, and once you get
your mouth between my legs, I'm a gonner."
"Yeah, I know. I want them to catch us. In fact, I was thinking of sneaking
up behind you while you're ranting and pinning your skirts up."
"Hope, you're terrible. What am I going to do with you? I've created a sex
monster."
"Yeah, but a sex monster with a taste for your pussy. That ain't so bad, is
it?"
"No, it's not, but I can't run a family with a pussy-eating monster
underfoot."
"You'll have to try. I can't help what I am, and you helped make me that
way. If you want to look proper, resist all you want, but I'm going to go
for your pussy when I need pussy. I'm a bad girl, Mommy."
"So, that's how it's going to be, is it? All right, I suppose I can deal
with that. If you insist on assaulting me, don't be too surprised if I knock
you on your fanny or slap your face. I'll do it if anyone is watching. I'm
sorry, but I'm being honest with you."
"I don't mind. Hit me hard, if you want. I'll bet you won't slap or push
when I've got my mouth on your horny twat, though."
"Possibly not. We'll see, won't we?" Mom stood and smoothed her skirt. She
walked to the door, held the knob, and turned to face me, saying, "Oh, if
you do lift my skirt, I'll resist that as well."
"Yes, but at least they'll get a good look at your twat first. They miss
seeing it, you know."
"I wondered. Did they tell you that they missed seeing it?"
"Yes, all three miss seeing you masturbate. You do it so well, and you have
such a nice, big, hairy pussy. I think they like yours better than mine."
"I doubt that. Honestly, though, did they really say that?"
"Yes, Mother. They love your pussy, honestly. We all love our Mom's pussy.
You corrupted them too."
"I suppose I did. Oh, well, what's done is done. Still, I must play my
assigned role in life. I am the mother. Don't any of you forget that, or we
all go back to church. I'm serious."
"Mom, let them get a good look at your twat."
Mom smiled, then exited. I sniffed my panty prize and smiled. The pendulum
was dead center, at least for me it was.
The End
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