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Raising Cain
By Tiffany
Cain is our only child. Thank God, because I never could have raised two.
Cain would have been a handful for any mother under the best of
circumstances. My husband, Cliff, hamstrung me with Dr. Spock's method of
child raising. Yes, Cliff read the book, forward and backward. He firmly
believed in the non-physical method of child raising. Dr. Spock never tried
his methods on a kid like Cain. If he had, his book would have been
completely different.
You can say no to Cain until you're blue; he doesn't mind. You can talk and
reason until you're black and blue; nothing gets through. Even at the age of
three, Cain would stand flat-footed and yell, "NO!" Consequently, Cain grew
up getting his way. I don't dare try to shop with him. As for getting help
from Cliff--no chance. Cliff thinks the method is working just fine. He
would, he's never around.
Cliff thinks a kid that gets expelled twice a year since first grade is a
sign of being high spirited. He will not help me break his kid's spirit.
Cliff can control Cain by a firm lecture, but avoids them if possible. In
order to curb an intolerable situation, I must call on Cliff. Afterward,
Cain stays pissed at me for days, making my life miserable for telling on
him. Therefor, I try not to involve Cliff.
As an example, when Cain was eight, he suddenly took an interest in the
physical differences between boys and girls. He marched in the door one day,
strode up to me, and said, "Mom, take your clothes off. I want to see you
naked."
I looked at him like he was nuts and told him, in a manner of speaking, to
go to hell. The war was on. I could not turn my back on him after that. He'd
lift my skirt and try to yank my panties down. He'd reach inside my blouse.
He even snuck under my beding with a flash light. When I told Cliff what
Cain was doing, Cliff quoted book and verse from Dr. Spock's book. "Parents
should satisfy the natural curiosity of children. Sex should be discussed
openly to the degree the child wants to know." He told me to let the kid
look.
I am painfully shy about my body, even though I think I have a good one. I'm
not big busted, but I am trim and shapely. Without Cliff's help, I knew I
was fighting a losing battle. The worst part of all was that the war
interfered with my favorite pastime: masturbation. I could never relax
knowing Cain might be hiding and watching.
The next day, while fighting off Cain, I decided I'd had enough. I stripped
and reclined with my legs apart in complete surrender. Cain had a field day
exploring every nook and cranny of my body. I gave him the three dollar tour
by simply being passive or moving into any position he wanted me in. At his
insistence, I even demonstrated how women pee, sitting on the toilet with my
knees out wide while Cain peeled back my labia lips. I don't care how
uninhibited a woman might be, I defy any mother to relax and pee under those
circumstances.
He didn't just look, he touched, smelled, and tasted. He fondled, pinched,
poked, prodded, pulled, and sucked my intimate body parts. There was nothing
sexual about this. He was simply curious. Maybe it wasn't sexual to him, but
try lying still while a little boy nurses on your clit with three fingers
wiggling in your colon.
For a full week, he drove me crazy, often bringing me to the brink of orgasm
only to walk off when he got tired or something good came on the TV. After
that, he stopped bugging me. He paid little attention to my body, in fact.
The positive side effect of this was that I overcame my inhibitions around
Cain. Being nude in Cain's presence was easier than being nude with Cliff.
Cliff and I still made love with the lights off. Cain, on the oter hand,
follows me into bathroom and watches me do everything from shit to change
tampons.
I thought I'd been through the worst, and then puberty hit. Cain shot up
like a weed. Now, in the seventh grade, when he stands flat-footed to tell
me no, we are eye to eye. Furthermore, he took a renewed interest in my
body, a sexual interest, at a time when Cliff wouldn't look twice at a
beaver shot.
I can't say I didn't enjoy the attention, but I strongly resented my son's
crude fondling. When he'd finger fuck me or try to suck my titties, I'd tell
him no. He never took my no, but I tried to be firm as in, "Cain, you stop
sucking on my nipple this instant," or "Cain, take your finger out of my
vagina or you'll get no desert."
I struggled against his sexual assaults, but he could overpower me. I'm a
petite woman anyway. I stand five two, and my normal weight is one hundred
and ten pounds. Cain weighs about the same, but he is all muscle. I couldn't
hold him down if I wanted to take a belt to him. In those early months of
puberty, I wanted to do just that. If Cliff only knew what his son has put
me through, he'd...well, he'd have done something, I'm sure. I just wish I'd
told him when the trouble first started, before I got pregnant with Cain's
child.
This all started when Cain's voice started changing. He began taking an
abnormal interest in women, not girls, women. He had a source for hard-core
pornography. He kept these slick magazines in his room. Since I cleaned his
room, I noticed everything. Cain never tried to hide them. I knew the first
time he had an ejaculation. He proudly soiled his bed sheets, underwear, or
socks which I had to handle.
When I made no comment about this, he became bolder. He began depositing his
load on my personal things. I found sperm on my toothbrush, in my clean
panties, on my pillow, in my favorite coffee cup, in the silverware, in my
shoe, and in my bra cups. At first, I found this very upsetting, but I grew
to enjoy these sticky surprises. If I felt something squish between my toes
while slipping a shoe on, I'd wear the shoe that way. I brushed my teeth
with sperm, ate with a spermy fork, and drank my coffee with sperm cream. If
I pulled out a pair of fresh panties with a soggy crotch, I wore them, and I
gladly set my breasts in wet bra cups.
I tried to never let Cain see me do these things, but one morning, I caught
him zipping up after sperming my coffee cup. I pulled back, out of sight, my
pussy all atingle. I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen, putting
on my usual, half- asleep morning face. As Cain sat before his cereal,
watching me with a wicked grin, I groggily poured coffee in the cup, added a
spoon of sugar, a spoon of creamer, and stirred without looking. When I
brought the coffee to my lips, taking a long sip, Cain's wry grin became a
wide grin. I made a pleasant face and joined him. He said, "How's your
coffee this morning, Mom?"
I said, "It's very rich. I always enjoy my first cup best of all, but this
morning the coffee is very good." I took another long sip, watching his
reaction. He just smiled knowingly and laughed out loud when I made a
pleasing face.
The following morning, I walked in on him while he was jerking off, naked in
his bed. He didn't stop; he didn't even look up. My catching him triggered
his orgasm, in fact. He ejaculated all over his chest, then he looked to me.
I backed out, blushing profusely.
After that, Cain jacked off wherever and whenever he felt the need. He went
for shock value and was quite proud of his erections. He had a right to be.
For a thirteen-year-old, he had an impressive piece of meat between his
legs. He had seven inches as thick as his father's with a flaring helmet as
big as a plum. When erect, his adult-looking cock arched almost to his lower
belly. His father had eight inches but had difficulty reaching the
perpendicular when fully erect, and the head was smaller than Cain's.
Furthermore, Cain still had a lot of growing to do.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to look at my son's cock. Cliff was my
first and only lover. Cliff's cock was the only adult cock I'd ever seen in
person. Until Cain started bringing the porn home, Cliff's cock was the only
adult cock I'd ever seen. I thought Cliff was huge. While Cain was in
school, I learned differently while perusing his material. I saw cocks twice
as big as Cliff's, as thick as my wrist, and with heads the size of my fist.
I got weak in the knees just thinking about taking a cock that big. I got
weak in the knees just thinking about taking Cain's beautiful cock.
Yes, in my private fantasies, I thought the unthinkable. I couldn't help it.
I saw Cain's cock several times a day, in action. To make matters worse, I
have always been fascinated by semen. I love the stuff. I like the taste,
smell, and consistency. I love to feel the hot, slimy goo squirting deep
inside me, squishing between my thighs, sliding between my pussy lips when I
walk, running down my legs, and drying on my body. Cain could ejaculate
eight times in one day, with his last load equaling his father's first.
Cain's first could drown a cock-sucking whore. Cain gave me plenty to
fantasize about.
Cliff was no help. I could have vented much of my sexual tensions on him,
but he was rarely around. Cliff is a workaholic, and after fifteen years of
marriage, his sexual appetite dramatically waned as mine grew. Sometimes, we
went months between fucks and weeks between blow jobs. I often resorted to
sucking him off while he slept, just for a taste of semen. When Cain started
jerking off in front of me, I was sucking off Cliff whenever I could get him
alone. Sometimes, he had to push me away. Cliff called me a sex maniac and
made me take cold showers. I'm serious; he'd put me in the shower and turn
on the cold water.
I knew I should have told Cliff what Cain was doing. I came close, but after
a few forced cold showers, I was in no mood to curb the one outlet I
had--masturbating to the image of a recent display of youthful virility.
Masturbating to the image of Cain's magnificent cock spewing forth a
fountain of rich sperm gave me my best orgasms ever.
Also, I knew that Cain would continue to escalate his activities if I didn't
tell on him. The very idea thrilled me. Speculating about what might happen
next was masturbatory foreplay. For the first week, all he did was jerk off
where I'd catch him in the act. When he got away with that, he began jerking
off after seeking me out. If I moved, he'd follow.
I came close to telling Cliff after Cain jerked off while standing in front
of me. I was seated on the sofa, pretending to read a magazine but secretly
watching over the top. The first blast hit my magazine. Two more jets landed
on my skirt. Several ropy strands landed on my bare legs. For appearances
sake, I threw the magazine at him and stormed off to the bathroom. In the
bathroom, I gathered his sperm on my fingers and sucked my fingers. His
youthful ball juice was like ambrosia.
I knew I'd be courting disaster if I didn't put a halt to Cain's latest
outrage. I could only imagine what his further escalations might entail. I
imagined them while masturbating. After a dozen terrific orgasms, I decided
not to tell. For two days, Cain thought he would catch hell. For those two
days, he laid low. I did not see his cock. For those two days, I was a
wreck. At first, I was sorely tempted to tell Cliff what had happened, but
after two days, I was craving another encounter. After seeing his father
come and go twice without any mention of the incident, Cain relaxed.
Cliff leaves the house as Cain awakens. I usually watch the morning TV news
while drinking my coffee, usually wearing only a loosely-belted short robe.
On that third morning, I half expected, fully hoped, that Cain would give me
a parting show before leaving for school. I waited with growing nervousness.
I sat with my back to the hallway and did not hear his approach. Suddenly, a
slimy wet hand cupped my mouth and nose from behind, pulling my head back.
The shock startled me, but my first strained intake of breath told me I had
a face full of fresh sperm--a big load. I struggled only half-heartedly and
tried shouting my protests. All this did was permit Cain to get his wet
fingers in my mouth. He had me by my hair with one hand, laughing wickedly
while wiping his sperm-covered hand through my moving lips, getting his
slimy fingers in my mouth, then gathering what was outside and putting it
inside.
This crude and messy assault was marvelous. My mouth, inside and out, was
coated in his fresh spend, still warm from his cock. I savored the feel and
taste while putting up a show of resistance. I made faces while he
meticulously wiped sperm from my face and stuffed coated fingers inside my
mouth. I could have sealed my lips tightly to prevent this; instead, I kept
up a steady flow of muffled words in mock agonized disgust. He took his time
and got most in my mouth before walking away, laughing. I swallowed his load
then spit saliva into the lapel of my robe. I doubled over, sputtering and
gagging, putting up a good front. Cain watched from a distance, laughing.
We didn't speak as he readied himself for school, but on the way out the
door, he paused to say, "I'll whip up another snack for you when I get home
from school. Bye, Mommy!"
I went straight to my bedroom and attacked my hot pussy. I spent most of my
day torturing my cunt, in fact. I dreamed of the repeat assault. My only
concern was that I somehow maintain my show of distaste and resistance. I
knew I was weakening, and the thought of turning into a babbling sex slave
to my Cain sent shudders through me. Somehow, I needed to impose limitations
on him. Without dragging Cliff into the problem, that seemed an impossible
feat. Still, I thought I must try.
When Cain returned that afternoon, I was seated in my usual place on the
sofa wearing a nice skirt and blouse combination. I'd spent a great deal of
time fixing my hair and makeup. I must have looked like I was going out. In
truth, I wanted to look my best for Cain. He liked what he saw and strode
right over, dropping his books and standing between me and the TV show I
wasn't watching.
Cain drew out his hardening cock and began pumping the arching shaft. I made
a face and said, "Cain, you must stop treating me this way. Boys are not
supposed to treat their mothers this way. If you must do that, please do it
in private."
He merely grinned as I stared at his cock. He said, "I'm whipping you up a
sperm snack--a yummy cum treat. You're going to eat it all up, too. Sperm is
good for you. You love my cum! You like looking at my dick, too, don't you?"
I forced my eyes up and said, "I think it's disgusting what you're doing,
and I don't like looking. I can't help looking; you practically shove that
thing in my face. I should tell your father what you're doing to me."
His reply was to step closer, straddling my knees, thrusting his cock out
obscenely. I had to draw back to avoid the wet head as he teased, "Yeah, but
you won't. He wouldn't care anyway. He'd probably make you suck my cock for
me."
Cain gave me this opening to explain my reluctance in telling, and I jumped
at the opportunity to seal my fate further, saying, "I know, that's why I
haven't told him. Daddy's little boy can do anything he wants. Don't push
your luck, though."
"Yeah, I think I'll tell him I want my own private whore. I'll bet he gives
you the job. How about that, Mom? How would you like to be my whore?"
This excited him further and had my mind racing with the implications, the
possibilities. He pumped harder and faster. I watched that delicious, shiny,
plum bob repeatedly into view in the wrap of pumping fingers. His left hand
was poised at the tip, cupped to catch his spend. Seconds later, thick jets
poured into his free hand as he shuddered and groaned his release. It was
all I could do not to lap at the puddle then suck that beautiful instrument
into my mouth. My mouth watered for my son's cock, but I maintained my look
of disgust.
When he had all the sperm cupped in his hand, he held that hand to my lips
and said, "Here, lick it up."
I turned my head. He mounted the sofa, kneeling on my left side. He took my
hair in his right hand and pulled my head back forcefully. When I opened
wide to go, "ouch," he upended his cupped left hand into my open mouth. His
sperm poured in, filling my mouth. I was in heaven. He said, "Now, swallow
it all." He pulled harder on my hair. I didn't want to swallow, because I
was hoping to savor the taste. He took my stalling as reluctance, but I
finally did as he insisted.
He then put the wet palm to my lips and said, "Lick it all off." I licked
his palm. Afterward, he got up, grinning from ear to ear. I sat rightfully
humbled and ashamed. My face was even red. I'm sure he thought I was
embarrassed, certainly humiliated.
Cain was so happy with the way I took to his domination of me, my
subservient behavior, that he couldn't wait to try again. The next assault
happened thirty minutes later as I was leaning over the sink peeling carrots
for our evening meal. His sperm-laden hand came from behind, cupped under my
lower lip. I gripped the counter top and made a groan of despair. This time,
he pushed on the back of my head until my head was down, my lips in the
puddle. He said, "Lap it up."
I hesitated only long enough to make my surrender believable, then dipped my
tongue into the warm, white mess. He giggled and drove me on. Soon, I was
lapping at the puddle like a dog. His other hand wasn't idle, either. He ran
his right hand up my skirt from behind and insinuated the fingers down my
panties. I clamped my legs together but he forced his way into the crotch,
digging at my hole with his fingers. I lapped and groaned in feigned
mortification. When he moved his wet fingers up my ass crack and stopped at
my anus, I stopped licking. His index finger poked rudely inside and I cried
out, "No! Please don't do that!"
He ignored me and fucked that finger in and out, saying, "Shut up and keep
licking, whore." I tolerated that butt finger-fucking and went back to my
licking like a good whore should. When he worked a second finger up my ass,
I merely groaned. When I had his hand clean, he dropped that hand down and
went in my panties from the front. He toyed with my pussy, exciting my clit
and fingering the hole. The kid knew a woman's pleasure centers and was
actively trying to make me cum, something he never tried to do when he was
simply curious.
I found my feet sliding outward as though my pussy was giving the orders.
Before long, I stood with my feet a yard apart, head bowed, hands gripping
the counter, my pelvis grinding on my son's fingers rapidly penetrating me,
front and rear. I found the wicked sensation delightful once my sphincter
adjusted. I came like a woman possessed with a sex demon, humped his hands,
and almost sank to the floor in post-orgasmic bliss.
As I regained my feat, Cain drew my panties down my legs. I offered no
resistance and stepped free of them. He stood, lifted my skirt to bare my
ass and delivered a sharp stinging slap, saying, "You're a good whore, Mom.
What's for supper?"
All I could do was bury my face in my hands to mask my arousal with a show
of shame. He only laughed and walked away. He returned twice more while I
prepared our dinner. Each time, he felt me up, entering both my ass and
pussy for a quick fingering and parting with another sharp slap to my ass
cheeks. I was properly humbled. I never said a word and would not look him
in the eye.
Cliff was out of town on business for a week. Even if I wanted to tell on
him, I was at Cain's mercy for the entire week. We both knew that. During
dinner, I sat looking morose, still not wearing panties. He checked before I
took my seat, casually lifting my skirt in front. When I sat, he opened my
blouse and exposed my bare breasts. I left them exposed.
Half way through the meal, he got up, came over, and freed his erection. He
began jerking off. I sat back, quietly waiting for him to finish. He shot
his load on my dinner, covering what remained with his special sauce. I was
delighted, of course, but reacted with disgust, pushing my plate away,
making a face.
As I expected, he moved it back and insisted I clean my plate. I pretended
to gag with each fork full; but in reality, I never enjoyed potatoes and
carrots more. Before the night was through, Cain had me sucking him to
orgasm while I was totally naked. I don't know how many times he came, but I
ended up swallowing every precious drop after giving him a good suck,
nursing and milking his spent organ long after he reached his climax.
That night, he climbed into my bed with me. We were both naked. I rolled
away, lying on my side. He snuggled up to me, spoon fashion, and poked his
tired erection between my legs. I half expected intercourse would occur, and
the actuality of the impending event had me breathing hard. It was all I
could do to remain still and not lift my leg like the bitch in heat I'd
become. As it turned out, lifting my leg wasn't necessary. Cain had easy
access to my slimy wet hole and pressed hard. His big head pried its way
through my receptive pussy lips. I almost swooned. I never felt anything so
erotic.
Unfortunately, the poor kid was all orgasmed out. He'd spent his last spend
and was tired. He simply entered me fully and drifted off to sleep. I was
far from sleep, however. With him snoring beside me, I bravely used my
fingers to excite my clit. His cock, amazingly, remained hard. His cock was
not as hard as it gets, but hard enough for me to move my pelvis on to get a
short stroke out of him. Together with my finger play, I managed a quiet
climax. Thirty minutes later, with him still inside me, still hard, I
managed another.
I was awakened the following morning to a rude, missionary screwing. Cain
was on top of me, pounding away at my cunt while he chewed my right tittie.
I was a little disoriented, but my pussy knew what was going on and ordered
my legs wide apart. My back arched, and I used both hands to squeeze my
tittie up in lewd offering. This was fucking the way I'd always dreamed
fucking should be. The fact that my son was doing the fucking made no
difference. Any male that could do to my body what Cain was doing to it, had
themselves a whore.
In passionate surrender, I cupped my hands to his head and slobbered wet
kisses all over his face, saying, "Oh, yes, Cain, fuck me! Fuck Mommy,
sweetheart. Oh, yes, baby! I'm your whore, darling." The words were out
before I knew what I was saying. Those words made him cum deep in my womb,
deep in my fertile womb, I might add. Since Cliff had a vasectomy, we used
no birth control. I wasn't thinking about that at the time. I was too busy
cumming on that shooting cock.
Since the words were out, I had no intention of trying to take them back.
When Cain collapsed on me, I cupped his tight buttocks, squeezing and
stroking his soft skin. His ear was beside my mouth. I kissed his ear and
whispered sexily, "That was wonderful, Cain. I meant what I said. I'll be
your private whore. I'll do anything you want, anytime." I planted loving
kisses while stroking his flanks, grinding my sex-starved cunt on his still
buried cock. Cain simply relaxed and soaked up the lewd affection.
We languished in each others arms, alone with our own thoughts. I began
thinking about all that virile sperm swimming about in my fertile womb and
began counting back the days since my last period. It was dangerously close
to my fertile cycle, but too late to do anything about it if I was fertile.
Oddly, the thought that I might, at that very moment, be conceiving a child
by my own son gave me a wicked thrill. Still, I had enough sense to know
what a disaster that would be. Getting an abortion on the sly would be
difficult without Cliff's knowledge. He controls every dime and our state
requires the consent of both parties for married women.
I said, "Cain, we are going to have to get you some condoms, sweetheart. It
wouldn't do for me to get pregnant. You do know that your father had an
operation to make sure he couldn't make babies, don't you?"
To my utter surprise, he said, "Yeah, I know. That's why I want to get you
pregnant. I'm not going to wear no rubbers, no way."
I said, "But honey, that would be a disaster. I'd have to get an abortion if
that happened."
"No you wouldn't, and you'd better not try. If you do, I'll tell Dad. I'll
tell him you've been fucking all kinds of men. I'll tell him you're the
biggest whore in town."
I was stunned, to say the least. I backed off to get a good look at his face
to see if he was serious. He got up on his straight arms, looking down on
me, and said, "I'm going to knock you up, Mom. You're my whore, now, and I
want you pregnant. I always get what I want. You know that, don't you?"
"But, baby, your father will divorce me if that happens."
"I know, then I'll have you all to myself, won't I?"
"But, sweetheart, we won't have any money."
"You'll earn plenty with your pussy. You're my whore, remember?"
What could I do? I wasn't about to tell Cliff after all I'd done, after
willingly screwing our son. Cain had me and would continue having me whether
I liked it or not. To make matters worse, his bold declaration had fired his
passions. His once softening cock was again rigid and moving in my soupy
twat, stirring our juices and my own passions. I drew my feet in and ground
back saying, "In that case, then put some more sperm in Mommy's pussy,
sweetheart. Let's do this right. Make a baby in me, Cain. Fuck more sperm
into my hot pussy. Make your mommy a pregnant whore."
My words fired him to new levels of lust, ending in a dynamic mutual climax
and another dousing of sperm in my receptive womb. He stayed home from
school that day and we fucked like bunnies. Every day, he filled my womb
several times. I remained naked and ready to fuck for the remainder of that
week.
When I missed my next period, I wasn't the least surprised. Cain was elated
when I told him the news. I was somewhat elated, but tempered with the
knowledge that my life was on an irrevocable path, one that did not hold the
promise of a bright, secure future, but did hold the promise of months,
perhaps a few more years, of deliciously wild sex. Since I had no choice, I
tried to stay focused on the short term advantages, resolved to see my
marriage self destruct.
The marriage was a hollow shell, anyway. Whatever love there had been was
long dead. Cliff was merely security; though, for a woman with no job skills
or work experience, that security counted for a lot. I could not conceive of
fucking strange men for money, though Cain reminded me constantly that real
whoring was in my immediate future. Cain played up the whore angle. When he
said whore, he meant whore. Whoring wasn't just a dirty word to add
excitement to our incestuous relationship, as I at first believed.
He expected me to act like a whore at home, but more and more, he demanded I
act like a whore outside the home. He not only treated me like a whore in
private, he treated me that way in public. I didn't mind the private stuff,
but I strongly resisted going public. As always, Cain slowly got his way.
The conditioning all started with his little circle of neighborhood friends.
Cain was the ring leader of their group of young delinquents, always doing
things to piss someone off: peeping in windows, stealing women's panties,
spying on grownups making love. The police were called in several times; but
usually, I had to deal with the angry neighbors' complaints directly.
Cain had two best friends his age, Marty and Steve. Steve also had a younger
sister. Ann tagged along with them a great deal. Ann was a precocious little
eleven-year-old with big, mischievous, blue eyes and a full head of long
curly blond hair. She had little budding titties and the hint of a
developing woman's figure. I always suspected that she was their little
sexual plaything. She would go into Cain's room with them when the bed was
strewn with his pornography. They were in there sometimes for hours with the
door locked. I've seen her leave looking disheveled and a bit flushed.
All of the kids had mouths like sailors and they loved tossing about the "F"
word in my presence. They liked to hang out at our house; I suppose, because
our house was the only place where they could get away with their lewd
conduct. Cain was at his worst when they were around. He'd boss me around
and call me names just to look cool. After he started jerking off in front
of me, he also took every opportunity to embarrass me by grabbing a tit or
flipping up my skirt if I walked by. Before Cain and I began having sex, I
had been goosed by all of them, including Ann. They all took their cues from
Cain.
Having an eleven-year-old girl reach up under your skirt and grab a handful
of pussy is a sobering experience. There is nothing like it for reminding a
woman how little respect or control she has over the kids in her life. What
little I did have, I gradually surrendered to Cain as we sank deeper and
deeper into our incestuous relationship, knowing that what I gave Cain I
would also be giving to his friends. In the back of my mind, I knew this
would happen. I wanted him so badly that I was willing to pay the price. For
the most part, I tried not to think about the price. On the day that Cain
and I went all the way, pulling out all stops, I didn't even want to think
about what might happen when the gang arrived after school that day.
I knew they'd march straight over from the bus stop at three forty-five and
enter without knocking. As the time drew near, I managed to slip into a
pullover shift. Though I was naked beneath the shift, I could not bear to
let them see me completely naked. I kept mopping my crotch, but semen kept
leaking out. I wanted to go away and hide somewhere, but I knew they'd seek
me out. The look on Cain's face told me he was going to humiliate me beyond
words. He couldn't wait to share his conquest with his little friends.
I didn't know how I'd survive this ordeal. I knew the time to make my first
installment for all the illicit pleasure I'd received was at hand. The scene
was unavoidable, but that didn't make enduring any easier. As the clock
ticked closer to the hour, Cain's grin grew. He wasn't going to tip his
hand. I had no idea how this would go down, only that it would. When the
door burst open, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
I stood in the open living room looking at the smiling faces of Marty,
Steve, and Ann. Without my being aware, Cain moved up from behind me and
quickly raised my shift above my waist, pinning the material tightly about
my middle. I struggled to cover my nakedness, but quickly realized the
futility. As the kids gasped and dropped to their knees at my feet, all hope
and thoughts of resistance drained out of me. I hung limply on display as my
son proudly announced, "Well, I did it. I fucked her. I fucked her good,
too."
Marty said, "Boy, I'll say. I can see your cum leaking out of her cunt
crack."
Cain gently kicked at the inside of my right ankle. With resignation, I
allowed my right foot to move out the desired distance, a good thirty
inches. Cain pushed against my ass to thrust out my pussy for his friends.
Their faces were in my crotch, all contained within the span of my knees,
peering up into my open pussy. Ann's small fingers touched my wet lips and
trailed through my slimy slit, saying, "Wow, look how red and big it is.
Look at all the stuff leaking out. How many times did you fuck her pussy,
Cain?"
"Lots, right Mom? Last night, she gave me three blow jobs, and today, we
fucked six times."
Steve said, "Man, this is great. You lucky mother fucker, Cain. Is your mom
a good fuck? Does she like it?"
"She's a great fuck, better than Ann, that's for sure. You liked it, didn't
you, Mom?"
I nodded meekly as Ann, that little shit, pursed her fingers together and
pushed her hand inside, declaring, "Hey, look, I got my whole hand inside
her pussy. I'm making a fist inside."
This nearly took my breath away and made my knees almost buckle. Steve said,
"Make like a cock and fuck her with your fist."
She did just that, sending delicious waves of lust swarming through me. Her
arm was much bigger than Cain's cock, her fist bigger than his cockhead. She
gently, but firmly, punched deep, pounding my cervix with her small fist.
Cain said, "Want to see her tits?" The two boys stood as Cain lifted the
shift over my head. I assisted by lifting my arms. He took my tits in both
hands and held them in offering to his buddies. Marty took the left; Steve
took the right. Each played with and sucked on my tits while Ann drove me
wild. I was moaning, groaning, and rocking my pelvis on her hand, thrusting
my chest out to the boys.
Cain said, "Mom said she'd be my whore from now on. Isn't that right, Mom?"
"Yes. I'm your whore, Cain."
Ann said, "Are you still going to get her pregnant like you said?"
"Tell her, Mom."
"Yes, he is going to make a baby in me. We've been working on it all day. I
want to have Cain's baby."
Ann said, "Man what a horny bitch! Look at her fucking herself on my arm.
Man, it's gooey in there."
Marty said, "Can we fuck her, too?"
"Not until I know she's pregnant. You can fuck her asshole if you want.
Either that, or she'll suck you off."
I came explosively with my son's offer to share me with his friends. Though
I'd never had anal sex, I was willing to try. When Ann pulled out, they put
me on all fours. They all stripped and Marty got behind me with his six-inch
erection. He used the head to toy with my pussy, saying, "Can I at least
stick it in her cunt to get it wet?"
Cain had my cheeks pulled apart, looking into my crotch from above. He said,
"Yeah, go ahead and fuck her pussy if you want, but just be sure you cum in
her ass, okay?"
While Steve presented his five-inch rod to my open mouth, Marty sank in to
the balls and started fucking me. I sucked hard on Steve's cock while Ann
crawled under me to watch my screwing from below. Marty drew out after a few
minutes, then poised his cock at my sphincter. He grabbed my hips and pulled
hard. His cock sank into my colon with relative ease, but he still made me
groan.
Ann cried out, "Look, he's got his cock all the way in her asshole. Man,
that's neat looking. Look at her wiggle her butt. Cain, your mom sure likes
to get fucked in the butt."
Steve didn't last long and emptied his balls in my sucking mouth. Ann
crawled out to watch him cum. When he eased away, she got in front of me and
shoved her hairless pussy in my face. I was so hot and horny, I eagerly
licked and sucked her little snatch. She said, "Look everybody, Cain's mom
is sucking my pussy. She really loves it, too."
I heard Cain say, "I'll bet she'd like it better if there was a big cock in
it."
I was so turned on, I took my mouth off her to say, "Oh, Yes! Cain, please
put your big cock in her pussy. I'll lick you both while you fuck."
Cain pulled the ottoman up to me and sat with his cock sticking up in my
face. I mouthed his familiar rod deeply. Ann stepped across and settled, as
I guided his cock to her small opening. I had an excellent view as her tight
lips flowed over his crown. She winced as she settled lower, letting the
bulbous crown pop inside past her ring of muscle tissue. From there on, the
shaft went steadily in with short squatting motions, lifting, settling
deeper, until she sat fully on his groin.
The two of them reclined. Ann had her legs up in a wide "V", presenting me
with the full plane of their joined genitals. God, it looked so erotic. Her
lips were drawn tight and thin, squeezing the cock. I eagerly lapped my
broad tongue up Cain's shaft, around her cunt, and over her tiny clit. I
held the little vixen by her inner thighs and rocked her back and forth so
that three inches of cock sawed in and out. My tongue stayed busy as they
giggled and squirmed.
While I was thus occupied, Marty came in my ass. Steve had a new erection
which he immediately inserted in my pussy. I sucked Cain's balls and made
them fuck furiously. I poked my tongue up Ann's hole, alongside my son's
cock. I tongued her cunt, pausing to suck her clit from time to time. Steve
pulled out of my cunt and slipped right in my ass. His small cock felt
better in my ass. My sphincter milked him.
The fucking kids didn't last long. Cain poured his load in Ann's squirming
body. I lapped at the sperm that seeped out along the edges of her pussy.
When she raised up and off, I glued my mouth to her sopping beaver. The
little vamp ground her spermy cunt on my mouth while I sucked the fuck out
of her. With her feet on the edge of the ottoman, she fucked my face,
calling me a cunt-sucking whore. I loved hearing those words and held my
head steady for this abuse, keeping my tongue fully extended as she wiped
her cunt on my tongue and my face. Steve came in my ass.
This was my introduction to group sex. Things got nasty after that. From
then on, they all used me freely. They kept me naked and busy. I had all the
sperm I could ever want. I literally had the stuff running out of my ears.
Ann was insatiable. She loved getting her pussy sucked. My mouth ached,
always. That first week was a marathon suck and fuck fest, but eventually
the activity died down. At least, I could wear clothes again. I couldn't
wear underwear, though.
As the weeks rolled by, they devised ways of deepening my involvement and my
humiliation. They took me out for strolls through the neighborhood wearing
very little. Super short skirts that were light and blew up in the slightest
breeze brought them their greatest joy. Thin, elastic tops that showed my
nipples added to the effect. High heels made me wiggle with a sexy sway.
They had all the neighbors gossiping and gawking. I became the neighborhood
scandal. Cliff was oblivious to this as he never socialized with anyone, and
was never around, coming home late and leaving early.
At first, I truly hated what they did to my reputation. No woman would ever
talk to me. I got icy stares everywhere I went. Their husbands, on the other
hand, became a real pain. They saw me as an easy lay. Cain insured that I
was. He and his friends set me up with the men in the neighborhood. I let
the first one fuck me under strong protest, but after that, I was easy. If a
man came to my door, I led him to the bedroom. Those were my instructions.
As a consequence, six of the ten men on our street had me regularly. Two
more from a street over were also regulars. In addition, I screwed Ann's
father. Ann, by the way, also screwed her father, the slut.
Once my pregnant condition was confirmed, Cain let anyone cum in my pussy.
After a while, with my reputation firmly established, I couldn't care less.
I even enjoyed the exhibitionistic neighborhood strolls. I learned to enjoy
all the male attention and ignore the bitches. I became a true slut, even in
my own mind. I had all the hard cock and hot sex any horny housewife could
want. As the months rolled by, and I began to show. Even the illicit life
growing in my womb excited me.
After three months, I had a swelling in my lower belly that was quite
noticeable. The first time Cliff took notice and stared with a wrinkling of
his brow, I had a mild panic attack. He didn't comment on my puffed-out
tummy pouch, though. This puzzled me. I almost wanted to get the awful scene
over with. I was prepared to make a full confession. My confession was
rehearsed by Cain. I had orders to confess a full adulterous life with so
many lovers that determining the father was impossible. I had no idea how
Cliff would respond. He has never hit me, but he is a powerful man. I
figured that if anything would push him to that extreme, a confession like
that would do it. At the very least, I expected a divorce.
By that time, I knew I could earn a decent living on my back. Cain had
already sold me dozens of times and had our nest egg safely hidden away. He
didn't sell my services cheaply, either. By that third month, we had over
one-thousand dollars set aside. As our kitty grew, I became bolder. I
enjoyed seeing that look on Cliff's face when I'd catch him studying my
paunch. I found myself purposefully displaying my puffed tummy, wearing
tight- fitting stretch clothing, or low-slung, hip-hugging short shorts with
half tops that left my belly bare. With the warm weather coming on, I wore
my bikini a great deal.
I found that the best way to display my growing belly was while lying nude
on my back. Since Cliff gets up early and putters around the room with the
lights on, getting ready for work, it was easy to feign sleep, lying
uncovered. In this position, my belly really stood out, even in the early
stages. The hard round swell did not look like weight gain. To any normal
person, I looked exactly like a woman with a baby growing in her womb. I
could also see Cliff through squinted lashes. I could watch him looking at
my tummy, thinking about it. After a few weeks of this, well into my third
month, I was quite vexed. He had to suspect; but still, he said nothing.
In an effort to bring this to a head, I took to sleeping in the nude,
something I'd never done with Cliff. He was surprised by this sudden change,
but made no comment about that either. When I made this decision, I was
starting my fourth month. I was much bigger than I had been in my fourth
month with Cain. I suspected twins were in the oven. My belly looked like I
had a football stuffed up my twat.
Cain was as perplexed as I was. He was eager to get this over with as well.
He had already begun commenting on my belly in front of his dad. Cain
suggested that I sleep in the nude. He held the mirror while I posed on my
back to see the effect. I looked very pregnant. I knew damned well that when
Cliff saw what we saw, he'd have to say something.
Cliff said nothing when I came to bed, naked. When he got up the following
morning, I made sure the covers were past my thighs. When light flooded the
room, Cliff looked back at my sleeping form. He stared at my mounded belly
for the longest time from many angles. I was certain he would wake me, but
he didn't. Every time he wandered through, he paused to stare. He made me
very horny. I played with my pussy while he showered. When he returned, I
lay sprawled with my knees drawn up and laid flat. He not only saw my belly,
but he noticed my sopping wet and inflamed pussy. Still nothing.
Cain was on me and in me right after Cliff left the house. We were both
turned on by Cliff's obvious denial. Afterward, we laid there, speculating
about what it all meant. We were dumbfounded. Cliff didn't even comment
when, days later, Cain came right out and said I looked pregnant. Cliff knew
I was pregnant. My condition was that obvious; besides, I was being overtly
obvious in my attempts to show rather than hide that fact. Add to this,
Cain's frequent remarks and we had a clear picture of total denial on my
husband's part.
On my own, I tried to figure Cliff out. For the life of me, I could not
imagine his motive. He did not act upset in the least, though he certainly
wasn't happy. It seemed that he could not face up to the obvious reality
that I was cheating on him and carelessly got myself pregnant. I figured
that his male ego couldn't handle the situation, so he pretended it wasn't
happening. I supposed that he remained silent, hoping I'd find a way to
abort the child.
I had good reason for assuming this to be the case. Right after he first
noticed my swelling belly, he did become less tight with the money, asking
me to start keeping the records for him as he was too busy to mess with
family finances. Since only he could sign checks, he even had me practice
signing his signature to pay the bills. I had everything I needed to get an
abortion on the sly. I could even sign the consent form for him. This
explanation fell apart as I got further along. He knew as well as I that no
clinic would abort a pregnancy in the second trimester. I was obviously well
along in my second trimester when I displayed my naked belly to him that
morning. My confusion grew, but so did my arousal.
Cain and I decided not to push it, and see how long he could go on
pretending. This became a game for us. I continued to sleep in the nude and
wear revealing clothes around Cliff, but Cain stopped bringing my condition
to Cliff's attention. All through that fourth month, I grew and grew, but we
just acted like noting was wrong. Cliff still played his role. He looked
every day. He watched my progress. By the fifth month, I had a nice rounded
swell the size of half basketball for him to try and ignore.
By the middle of my fifth month, I also had confirmation by ultrasound. I
was having twins, a boy and a girl. I looked like a woman in her seventh
month. I shamelessly flaunted my big belly by then. I even bought a skimpier
bikini, one with a tiny crotch patch that rode low over my pussy. I even
shaved all the hair off my pussy to accentuate the sight. I had to anyway.
The suit demanded a close shave. I either wore my bikini or nothing at all
when Cliff was around. I went so far as to walk around the house stark naked
in front of Cain without Cliff raising an eyebrow.
This really had us going. We decided to start upping the ante. We were
determined to make Cliff crack, and we didn't care if he knew about us. We
thought he suspected anyway. He could see how close we'd become. We were
quite affectionate; and several times, he caught us kissing as lovers kiss.
He didn't say anything about that, either, so we started kissing more often.
On Sundays, Cliff began hanging around more than he ever had before. I
stayed naked all day, wearing only high heels, and Cain stayed home. Cain
began touching me, especially on my belly. When I'd sit on the sofa, he'd
snuggle up in my shoulder, rub my belly, and rest a cheek on my tit. Cliff
saw everything we did. It wasn't long before Cain casually ran his hands all
over my body while I sat there reading my magazine or watching TV.
In the evening, we'd all watch TV together. One Sunday, at the start of my
seventh month, determined to get Cliff to crack, I sat beside Cliff, naked,
of course. Cain laid his head on my big belly and began stroking his hand up
my thigh. Cliff had his arm around my shoulder but had his eyes on Cain's
constantly moving hand, watching our son's hand get closer and closer to my
shaved pussy. Cain's hand slid higher on my inner thigh and kept closing in
on my pussy. When his passes brought his fingers within a few inches, I
applied outward pressure against Cliff's leg, signaling my desire to open my
legs for Cain.
Cliff eased his leg over, giving me room to part my knees by a foot. Cain
went right for my cunt and massaged me between my legs. When Cliff said
nothing about this outrageous behavior, we both became electrified, charged
with a growing perverse passion. Cain slipped his two middle fingers in my
cunt and turned his face to my tummy. He planted wet kisses, moving up to my
right tittie. My hand cupped my breast, offering the pursed nipple to his
lips. He suckled me while fingering my twat. I reacted by lifting my leg and
placing it on Cliff's lap. I could see from the corner of my eye that Cliff
was taking this all in with silent, avid interest.
I gradually sank, sliding my back down Cliff's front. Cain readjusted his
position to allow me to recline fully on Cliff's lap, bringing my legs up on
the sofa. Cain got between my legs, on his knees, as I wiggled into position
with my lower back lying over Cliff's legs. When I reclined, this brought my
belly up in dramatic presentation. Cain wasn't idle. He boldly pulled his
cock out and stroked the shaft with the head poised at my hole. Though I
couldn't see over my belly, I could feel. I reached to my pussy with both
hands and opened my labia lips to receive him. That was all he needed. He
sank that beautiful cock in me with his father watching.
I could not have been more thrilled. Cain was fucking me and my husband saw
and felt every thrust. I let this sink in, then I took Cliff's hands and
placed them on my pregnant belly. With my hands on his, I moved them all
over and said, "Cliff, I'm pregnant. I'm going to have twins."
He said, "Yes, I know. Now I know who the father is."
"Yes, Cain is the daddy. I'm sorry, but I could not resist."
"I understand, dear. It's not your fault; it's mine. I have neglected you
terribly. I put my work before my marital responsibilities."
This inspired me to say, "He wasn't the only one. I have been very
unfaithful, Cliff. There have been dozens of men, but Cain got me pregnant.
I'm a whore, Cliff."
"Don't say that, Honey. I know. I've been told. I saw it coming. I saw it
develop and still didn't change. I can't blame you."
"No, Cliff, I am a whore. I still am. I will be tomorrow and the next day. I
told Cain I'd be his whore. That's what he wants, his own whore. I agreed to
be his private whore. I have no intention of going back on that promise."
"I understand. I guess I'll have to try to live with it."
Well, you could have bowled me over with a used condom. Cain and I exchanged
looks. His look said, "Great!" Mine tried to convey, "What more could we
ask?" We both smiled and quickly finished our fuck. We've been smiling and
fucking ever since.
The End
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