A Normal Family
Written by Jasper Ratt
Part One: Dedicated Followers of Fashion
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"An anal slut!" cried Amanda.
"A toilet girl!" called out Mary.
"Daddy's cocksucker and baby machine!" said Alice, the youngest.
"That's Mummy's job!" retorted Amanda.
"No it's not really," answered Alice calmly and patiently as if explaining something to someone who was just a little bit simple, "Daddy is Mummy's son, but he's really my daddy as well as my big brother, so I can be his baby machine too. When I'm old enough to have babies, of course."
"Anyway, Alice," retorted her oldest sister, "you're still too young to fuck, so what do you really know?"
"I know! And I'm really good at blowjobs. Everyone says so! I can nearly do a deep throat for Daddy now, and he's got seven inches and he loves me giving him head. And he shoots so much thick creamy cum into my mouth when he cums. And I'll soon be old enough to fuck with a real cock in my cunt and not just a practice dildo. Won't I Mum?"
Felicity smiled and nodded, "Of course dear. Now we'll soon be there, so that's enough for now."
The three sisters were seated in the back of the family car their mother Felicity was driving them all to the local mall in.
It had all started as a way to keep them amused during the journey, when Felicity had asked her three young daughters what they wanted to be when they grew up. Mind you, that was some time off yet. Alice was only five and Mary seven. Even Amanda, the oldest, was just nine.
Felicity, who had been listening in quiet amusement to their conversation, was not altogether surprised by their choices. Everyone could see how much Amanda loved cocks, the bigger and the more numerous the better, up her already well used arsehole. It was three years since her father-brother had taken her anal cherry, and she had never deviated in her love for being buggered since then.
Mary had been first introduced to toilet sex at a family gathering when she was six and although a little reluctant at first, had grown to adore every aspect, be it giving or receiving from males or females, and whether it was golden or brown treats; she was happy with all of it.
Soon the car drew to a halt in the parking lot outside the mall. Felicity stopped the engine, reluctantly allowing the car's eight-inch built-in vibrodildo to slide from her slimy cunt with a distinct "pop" back into its housing at the front of the driver's seat, as she opened the door and got out of the car.
As she opened the rear door for the girls, she glanced around to see that the car park was still only about half full. A few cars were parked around the area they were in, but it was quiet. A young boy, maybe eight or so, stood beside a car parked three bays down, pissing all over the face of a older lady kneeling before him on a little mat obviously brought along for this sort of purpose. She seemed to be enjoying herself. As the powerful golden-yellow stream splashed over her face, she moved around, lips open, eyes screwed shut, obviously trying to catch the stream in her mouth. Sometimes she momentarily succeeded, but for the rest of the time her hands were up at her face, spreading and rubbing the delicious liquid over her forehead, cheeks, nose and neck. As she did this she could be heard to murmur, "Oh Will! You know what Granny likes, don't you? You're so kind to your poor old grandmother."
As the stream began to falter and die, she moved her month forward to engulf the sodden penis of the young lad, even including his little balls. Her arms went around his head, as if to hold him there as she so obviously fucked her lips back and forth over the member. His hands rested gently on her greying hair. "Come on Granny," he was saying, "You know I can't cum yet, and the rest are waiting for us in the mall." Reluctantly, eventually, the grandmother seemed to recognise the truth of this and gradually stopped. Standing up with mat in hand, she put that into the car and the two walked off hand in hand towards the shopping centre, past a middle-aged couple fucking furiously on the back of a pick-up truck.
Felicity turned her attention away from these typical domestic scenes, and looked at her three little daughters, now standing in front of her beside the car. She looked at them quickly, to ensure they were dressed properly for a visit to a public place like the mall.
In general they were. It was cool that morning and Amanda and Alice were wearing woollen sweaters over cotton bodices. Mary, by contrast, wore a small jacket and a thick scarf. But all looked pretty smart. Apart from shoes, all three were of course stark naked from the waist down, as modern fashion required.
"Mary," Felicity said gently, "pull up your scarf a bit. It's falling below your waist and hiding that pretty little cunt of yours from view."
Mary made to correct this error as her sisters, in the manner of little preteen girls, giggled behind their hands. Then Amanda pointed out to her mother that her cuntstick had got badly smeared. Felicity looked down and saw she was right. Like her daughters, she too was naked from the waist down, except that she was wearing suspender belt, seamed dark stockings and three-inch heels.
"You're right, Amanda," It must have got smeared from the vigorous fucking she had been taking from the car's vibrodildo. She looked into her shoulder bag and took out her tube of cuntstick and a small bundle of tissues, "Here you are. Sort it for me please, dear." Felicity carried a small mirror in her bag and she could have done the job herself, but Amanda was good at it and that way it was more fun.
As Amanda knelt down before her mother, who had leaned back against the car and opened her legs to give access, the little girl reached out with the tissues and began wiping the smeared red layer away from around the woman's entirely bald vaginal area. Like so many nowadays, Felicity had been depilated around her cunt and between her legs so there was none of the stubble that was could be so uncomfortable before shaving. But all the same, the cuntstick was difficult to remove. After all the stuff was supposed to stay in place through multiple fuckings. "...will not smear, even during extensive gangbangs, and is cum, piss, vaginal secretions and shit resistant..." it said on the pack. Well it seems that was not quite right, and now a lot of vigorous rubbing around and in between inner and outer cuntlips was required.
Eventually, just as Felicity was beginning to think Amanda's attention would have her cumming before she could do anything more, the little girl stopped the rubbing and carefully applied the cherry red cuntstick to her mother's just ever so slightly glistening cuntlips. She was well experienced in this duty, and as usual did the job very expertly although she did not take long about it. She finished up with a carefully placed colouring around the urethra, the tiny pisshole at the top of the cunt, and stood up, admiring her work,
"There you are Mum," she said, standing up, "Now you look respectable again." As she said this, Felicity smiled back and stood away from the car, closing her legs. Just the top of her cuntslit and pisshole could be seen, now properly cuntlipped again, protruding from between her closed legs a short way into her hairless mound of Venus. For a thirty-five year old who had already had six births, she thought she looked pretty sexy, even if she said so herself. It paid a woman to take particular care of how her cunt looked; after all, it was the first thing a man looked at, and first impressions were so important.
"Thanks, Amanda," she said. Now she spoke to all three girls, "Are we all ready?"
"Mummy! Mummy!" cried out Mary, " Can I lick Amanda's butt plug clean first? Please?"
"That's rather up to Amanda, don't you think?"
But Amanda seemed quite eager. She bent over, arms behind her, hands holding her arse cheeks wide open. Of course it not the first time she had adopted this, one of her favourite positions. "Oh goody!" said Mary, as she knelt down behind her sister and took hold of the protruding inch or so of the butt plug and pulled gently. Slowly it inched out of her sister's arsehole and eventually the heavily shit-smeared object plopped free. She knelt forward to kiss Amanda's newly vacant areshole a perfunctory thank you before she sat back again to hold the brown, shit-covered butt plug before her admiring eyes and drooling lips. The seven year old moved it towards her face and soon the entire object was in her little mouth, where her lips and tongue worked feverishly on the delightful task of cleaning and swallowing all the brown stuff that was stuck to it. Too soon for Mary, the delightful task was done and she was gently reinserting the plug in her sister's shithole.
The two sisters stood up and the four females started across the car park towards the mall. Felicity smiled as she noticed a small particle of shit at the corner of Mary's mouth, but said nothing.
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It had all started so slowly and unexpectedly about twenty-five years earlier as really nothing more than just another fashion change.
The miniskirt and microskirt had come and gone in and out of fashion for a third of century, but this time it came back with a vengeance. This time it was so micro that it hung no more than six inches or so from the waist. Clearly, this meant that almost always, the crotch was clearly visible, and the young female fashion response to the stylistic challenge was to wear more and more colourful and attractive panties.
But as time went on two surprising things began to happen. The skirts became even shorter and shorter, exposing more and more of these colourful undergarments, which were after all much more interesting than the rapidly vanishing skirt, to public view. No one very much seemed to object, as they certainly would have in earlier years. But by now the sexual revolution had gone on so long that people just accepted almost without comment what would never have been accepted in the past.
For example, the age of female tights also came to an end about this time. After all, how could one's panties be seen to their gorgeous best if hidden behind a layer of unglamorous nylon? So, it was back to stockings and suspenders for all, or at least all from teenager on, and this time fully visible to everyone. A lot of men were very happy with this development-and it was going to get better still! These glamorous leggings actually visually framed and so enhanced the panties, and the ensemble became pretty universal just as the mini skirt finally shrank to nothing and was, in effect, abandoned. Or, if you like, it was replaced with the suspender belt. Few men complained; rather more unexpectedly, few women did either.
Then, once this seemed to have been accepted as the norm, another interesting fashion evolution began. Transparent panties. No one is quite sure how this trend, which was said to have begun among teenage girls out to shock, took such a grip on the general female population, but within another year, they were ubiquitous. And that led to another change. Obvious these garments allowed everyone to see what lay behind them, and presumably, in the interests of attractiveness, pubic shaving became almost universal. Some ladies chose complete baldness while others went to the new beauty salons opening up to cater to the burgeoning demand for pubic hair styling as well as shaving or even the increasingly popular choice of depilation. And the application of pubic cosmetics including what was now called cuntstick, of course.
By now, it was beginning to be difficult to see any point in wearing panties in any case, and before much longer, they were gone. The nude and hair styled or depilated cunt became virtually universe dress--if dress is the word. And by now, there seemed no-one left to object. The fashion spread like wildfire up and down the age range, to elderly matrons on the one hand, and preteen girls on the other.
The matrons let out a collective sigh of relief and found a new freedom ushered in with the naked cunt that could only be compared to the demise of the corset so many years earlier. Of course, corsets soon began to make a renewed appearance among teenagers, but that was different.
Little girls, increasingly coming into a world where such expose was considered normal and even socially required, loved it too. But more and more, they loved something else it led to too, which was the final breakdown of almost all sexual inhibitions.
Curiously, the craze for exposure did not continue above the female waist. Women continued to be fully dressed from that point up, and indeed it never ceased to be consider rather wrong and even somewhat shocking for their breasts and in particular their nipples to be on public view. No one was quite sure why this was so, but it was. Occasional attempts to introduce so-call 'topless' blouses or even total nudity, all seemed to falter and fail after a while, and tits disappeared from public view once more, as the cunt retained and enhanced its new role as the very centerpoint of female beauty, glamour and sexiness.
New glossy fashion publications for women in the style of Vogue appeared with titles like 'Glamorous Cunts' or 'The Cunt Beautiful' full of hints and suggestions for improving the attractiveness of one's cunt; Ever cover was filled with a close-up photo some famous personality's cunt; of course there were photo-essays showing in detail how to achieve the desired appearance, and illustrated case histories of famous personalities from TV etc., and how they looked after their cunts and how their cunts were such important parts of their family and public lives.
In terms of their dress, men responded to these changes in female style remarkable conservatively. At first, the biggest change was the adoption of the wide-open fly on jeans and trousers, with now quite frequently shaved cocks visible for all to admire. But something else was needed.
It arrived in the form of Allwaysup, a non-prescription drug than guaranteed permanent erections for up to twelve hours non-stop; a sort of 'long-range' Viagra, you might say. As these boners stuck out from their open flies, men felt better able to face again the world in general and women in particular.
By now the inevitable was increasingly common. Sex was becoming something people did whenever and wherever they fancied, with whoever was available and willing, in front of anyone and everyone.
It was impossible to hide this from the curious eyes of children. Sex was all around them and they wanted it too. The social barriers to paedophilia and incest just evaporated under this tidal wave of an assault, and the laws against these supposed perversions or crimes just withered and died away from lack of interest or use.
Soon there was even a magazine for pre-teen girls, called 'Miss Junior Cunt', which dedicated itself to showing little girls how much fun they could have with the equipment nature had provided them with between their legs.
Now, a quarter of a century after the change started, no female of any age would consider being seen without making sure her naked cunt was in full view. And she would seldom refuse a polite request from anyone, male or female, young or old, to a fucking or sucking or increasingly commonly, to giving or taking piss or shit. Animal sex was increasingly popular among ladies, especially dogs and, with appropriate training and control, horses. Horse riding had taken on a whole new meaning in normal daily conversation.
As the traditional nuclear family arrangement broke down, father-daughter and mother-son fuckathons had become a popular TV entertainment, and someone reckoned that if things went on like this, soon more women would give birth to babies sired by their own sons than their husbands. Gradually catching up, but made more difficult because of the age factor, was the number of girls proudly giving birth to their fathers' daughters.
This was the world that Felicity and her three little daughters, all fathered by her own son Michael of course, lived in. The girls had known no other say of life, and Felicity had forgotten the old ways. Like most females now, they were all proud to be totally modern, totally uninhibited cunts, as the popular term-- no longer any sort of insult or offensive word-- for girls and women now was.
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Our little family group entered the mall. Felicity had some difficulty ensuring they all kept moving along, passing the various attractions as they headed to where they were to meet the others.
The girls had been particularly difficult to keep moving on past the Schoolgirl Sluts fashion store window, where a range of attractive new garishly coloured dildos "...for the younger Miss" were the main feature. Felicity had slowed herself when they then passed the furniture store where an interesting new style of 'family-sized' waterbed was on display. She wondered if it was perhaps too big to fit in the family bedroom, but would have to find out later. There was an interesting range of toilet equipment to be seen in that store also, in particular the special donating chair, with height-adjustable open seat and specially-designed place below that for the receiver. She thought it could make an exciting gift for Mary's next birthday, but might it be a bit pricey?
The cinema was showing the latest Oscar winner, "My Own Private Glory Hole", a witty comedy about a teenaged girl who built her own public male toilet on a busy city street... she'd taken the girls to see it the previous week and they had laughed all the way through, especially towards the end when the queue of 'customers' for the toilet had stretched way down the street and, all unknown to the film's heroine who was still lovingly and innocently giving head to one prick at a time as they offered themselves to her through the glory hole the film was named for, had attracted so many passing cunts, that the scene of kneeling little girls, women and matrons earnestly giving head to total strangers along that street, soon spread throughout the city and it turned into one vast city-wide orgy.
The mall was still relatively quiet and apart from a father with his very young daughter strapped in a harness around his neck and waist so that the happily simpering little girl was bouncing up and down as her daddy's prick penetrated and fucked her as they walked along, and some half-dozen men crowded around a girl of perhaps twelve who was kneeling with mouth open and tongue extended as they masturbated, clearly aiming for her face, while an older woman, presumably her mother, was egging them on to cum over her daughter's eager upturned face.
When Felicity and her three daughters approached the open food court area, they soon spotted the distinguished elderly man with the beard-Felicity's father - who stood up and waved to them to attract their attention.
Naturally, the three girls ran ahead to greet their grandfather and the rest of the family sitting around in the same area. By the time Felicity caught up with them, the girls were all intermingled, hugging and holding and kissing, fingering and being felt up and caressing, just as any well-adjusted family would celebrate such a meeting.
All, that is, except grandmother Amelia, who was clearly too engrossed in the deep and thorough and clearly delicious slow fucking she was enjoying from her grandson, Felicity's son, and Felicity's daughters' father, twenty-two year old Michael. Amelia might be nearing sixty, but she had lost none of her lust for ...lust. Sitting well back on her chair, her stockinged legs were wrapped tightly around Michael's backside, pulling him tighter into her as he thrust regularly into her hungry, welcoming, beautifully manicured cunt. The lips were entirely bald with their deep red cuntstick moving in and out of view in time with Michael's sturdy prick pistoned in and out of the young man's grandmother, but on the mound above the lips, her blue-rinsed cunthair had been formed into lovely soft waves that entirely matched her blue-rinsed head of mature curly locks. Her arms around his shoulders, she appeared to be trying to pusher her tongue all the way down his throat at the same time as she hoarsely, almost incoherently, called out, "Fuck me! Fuck me Michael! Oh fuck I love this!" over and over in time with the thrusts.
"Leave them be," said Felicity to Mary, who seemed to be contemplating disturbing this happy little domestic scene of intergenerational fornication, "Look, there's your Aunt Diana trying to attract your attention. I think she may have something you'd like." Diana was Felicity's younger sister. She smiled at her little niece and called her over.
Aunt and niece kissed, intermingling tongues. "Are you hungry Mary?" asked Diana. "Do you mean...?" answered Mary, her eyes glowing in anticipation. Without another word, Diana knelt down and lent forward, holding her arse cheeks as widely apart as possible as she rested on her shoulders, "I've been holding on for you to get here. Hurry. Please..." she sighs.
Well experienced as she was in this delightful pastime, Mary scurried down behind her and quickly kissed her aunt's glistening brown arsehole just as it began to dilate. With her little arms around the larger round hips of the lady, the little girl, eyes closed with pleasure, kissed with open mouth, enclosing all of the slimy tasty nether lips and shuddered with delight as without warning a loud rasp heralded a fart that coursed directly into her little throat. As that died away she probed forward with her tongue into the still half-open shit-hole, but almost immediately progress inwards was stopped by the solid object just within that was pressing slowly forward to meet the world. Or to be more exact in this particular case, seven year old shit-loving Mary's turd-hungry mouth.
Meanwhile Amanda, who had climbed onto one of the conveniently low tables that were there in the food court, removed her butt plug so recently cleaned by her sister, and taken up a rather similar posture to her Aunt Diana, had been rewarded with the magnificent sensation of her grandfather's large diameter nine inches of rigid cock sliding into her tight but welcoming arsehole. She almost swooned with the sheer pleasure of the sensation as inch after inch found its way into her juvenile bowls. Nine-year-old Amanda was already a total anal slut, who loved nothing better than to be buggered deep and hard and often.
Felicity stood back from the happy family group. All around cousins, parents, siblings and other relatives were indulging in every conceivable form of incestuous sex, but for the moment she was unable to locate Alice and she wanted to be sure she was all right before doing anything else. Right index finger rubbing deeply in and out between her cuntlips (why had she left her dildo behind just when she could use it?) she sipped through a straw at a tall glass of fucks fizz, "...orange, champagne and piss, which just a suggestion of cum...", she had managed to purloin from a passing waiter, and surveyed the scene.
Over to the right she could see a group of middle-aged women, some of her cousins among them, egging on another of their ilk who was on the floor under a large German Shepherd dog who was clearly furiously fucking her. The group was too far away for Felicity to see clearly but it looked as if most of that little audience had, unlike her, not forgotten their dildos and their excitement grew louder as a mixture of exhortations to the dog to fuck harder, and jockeying for position to be the next to experience the delights of canine intercourse. Felicity, who regularly took on the role of mare to the stallions at an old school friend's stud farm, knew how relatively unexciting dog-fucking was when contrasted with the up to eighteen inches of horse-cock a trained equine slut like herself could take and enjoy, was rather disdainful of this doggy excitement. Anyway Alice was clearly not there and she turned her attention elsewhere.
She quickly moved past a small group of teenagers who had formed a daisywheel, boy-girl-boy-girl and so on, mouth to cunt, mouth to prick, mouth to cunt, etc.,
But what's this? In a corner, against a wall and almost hidden from view she could see her nephew Jack with his very pregnant mother Margery, Felicity's cousin. She remembered well how at a recent family get-together Margery had announced her pregnancy, "The result," she said proudly, "of an enormous gang bang at a friend's birthday party. There are over forty possible fathers and I have no idea who they are. But who cares? I was never so thoroughly fucked and loved every single utterly-sluttery moment." Everyone had cheered and clapped as she had said this.
Now her son was fucking her with relish, her large distended tummy seeming more of an inducement that discouragement to him. Many men did find pregnant women particularly desirable fucks, after all. Well all that was fine and normal and healthy, but Felicity could also see quite plainly that Jack had his hand inside his mother's opened blouse and was fondling one of her half-visible large, milk-engorged breasts. There was no doubt about it. Of course, that was really the height of indecency. To expose or in any way handle or even touch a woman's breasts, especially in public, was of course quite unacceptable socially or morally. What was more, what was much worse, Margery seemed to be quite happy to let his son take such a huge and improper liberty with her as they fucked.
Felicity was quite shocked. What should she do? Should she make a scene now, exposing the two in their disgraceful behaviour? She thought for a moment, taking in the scene, more and more certain she was making no mistake. If only she had a camera or camera-phone which her... No, she would wait for a quiet moment and have a girl-to-girl talk with Margery...
She dragged her eyes away from this shocking display. It took somewhat longer to drag her mind also, away from the disgusting scene she had witnessed.
But she moved her gaze on, still looking for little Alice.
And then she found her!
Somehow, the little mite had organised the men in her life, or at least a number of them of all ages from little older than herself to some in their fifties, to form an orderly and quiet queue in front of her to take turns having their cocks sucked. Alice, as ever, was totally dedicated to the current task of bringing off the fair-sized teenaged cock that was postponing in and out of the five-year old slut's mouth.
Felicity could feel herself relaxing at last. Now she knew Alice was safe and happy, she removed her finger from her own cunt and brought up in front of her face. There were distinct traces of red cuntstick in it. So much for truth in advertising, she thought. Maybe she should complain to someone.
She shrugged, and thought, I can do better than a finger. Quickly she looked around to see that all her extended family seemed fully occupied already.
Well, it was not unusual nowadays, and the mall was getting busier. She stepped up to the first decent looking man passing and said, "Excuse me sir, but can you help me?"
He stopped and smiled, "What can I do for you madam?"
"The truth, I really badly need at least one good fucking..."
He smiled and said, "How could I ever refuse such a reasonable request from such a lovely lady? Especially one with such a gorgeous and delectable cunt. Perhaps we can find some room in the food court..."