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I can’t believe I allowed myself to get into this situation. I just wanted to be liked by the boys in my school, and now I’ll probably be labeled the skank of the century. My name is Cathy, but everyone calls me Sissy, or Sis. At the moment I find myself nude, blindfolded, and tied with my hands over my head to the wall of our shed in the back yard. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on, but it’s been several minutes since I last heard the voices of the two boys that talked me into this situation.

It’s just me and my mom living in a new town about twenty miles from the area I grew up in. We’ve lived here for about two months now, since right after my fourteenth birthday. My mom’s okay, but she doesn’t like the way I’ve been acting since we moved here. If she saw me now she’d probably never speak a word to me ever again. The house sets off by itself on a half wooded lot, just out of sight from all our neighbors. Our shed is about fifty feet behind our house and my mom let me take some of our old furniture to turn it into a “place of solitude” so that I would have a place to hang out with my new friends. I’ve yet to make any tight girlfriends like I had back home. And as far as boys go, I have several admirers, but no special guy yet.

Back to my predicament. I let a couple of boys come over to my place to hang out for a while, and the conversation turned to what it always does… sex. Jim had to take a piss and didn’t want to have to deal with mom, so I told him to go out the window. He did! I must admit, that despite the nastiness of what he was doing, I couldn’t help but watch. I guess all girls admire a boy’s ability to stand up to go to the bathroom. Well that soon led to the boys wanting to get a quick feel of me and after many promises and assurances, I said okay. Doug was such a smooth talker that one thing led to the next, and suddenly I found myself without any clothes under a blanket with both boys on the opened futon. A truth or dare game started that I really had no interest in being the winner of, and soon I was agreeing to the dare of letting the boys bind my hands so they could feel me up as they wanted. I strongly protested being tied to the wall, but Doug just kept saying all the right things.

It’s been about twenty minutes now and I’m really starting to freak out. My mom will eventually come out to see where I am and I’ll just die if she were to see me this way. For a while I was thinking that the boys were sitting on the futon beating themselves off as they leered at me. But without any sounds at all, I’m coming to the conclusion that leaving me like this to be found by someone else was the whole point.

Suddenly, I sense the door to the shed open and plead for the boys to let me loose. After a minute, one of them fumbles with my blindfold, but only to tighten it. Then I feel a pillow case or something like it being pulled over my head. They wouldn’t say a word to me and I was getting pissed. Then I felt a hand run up my side until it grazed the side of my tiny mound. I had starting budding a year ago, but seemed to stop at a very small a-cup size. Mom said they would take off some day, but I wasn’t relying on it. Then I felt a thumb gently rubbing the nipple of my left breast as the rest of the hand rubbed the slight bulge that I called my boobs. I continued to plead to be released, but I got no answer from either of the boys. As my nipple responded to the open air and the rubbing, I felt it stiffen into quite a hard little fella and wasn’t in that much of a hurry for them to release me. After all, the idea was to let them feel me up in the first place. I just couldn’t figure out where they went or why.

After getting both of my boobs rubbed and toyed with, one of the hands slid down my side and across my belly until it cupped my vulva entirely. I felt a finger running through my slit and got a bit embarrassed at knowing I was getting pretty wet down there. I wondered if the boys knew that that was a normal thing for girls to do. And then I knew something was wrong. I felt a fingernail graze my lips and realized that it wasn’t a boy feeling me up, but a girl. That would explain the gentleness. But as I shuddered in disbelief, I quickly thought that the best thing to do was to keep my mouth shut and pretend I didn’t know. I figured the boys had gone to get a girlfriend to humiliate me with and I didn’t want to add to it. Instead, I decided to try to explain my predicament without letting on to the fact that I knew someone else was feeling me up.

I started telling the “boys” that the game was over and that I had kept my end of the bargain by going through with the dare, and that it was time to let me go. But instead, the hands seemed inspired to go faster and harder at me. The fingers that had been running softly through my slit were now trying to push into me slightly. I squirmed away from them, clamped my legs tight, and said that they had promised not to put anything inside of me. But I felt one hand go behind my back to hold me in place as the other searched its way into me. I found myself spreading my legs slightly to accommodate the finger going past my lips. I’d only been fingered a couple of times, and not very deep or for more than a few seconds. I tried in vein to figure out who would be doing this to me, but didn’t have a clue.

Then it just ended. I felt the pillow case get ripped from my head and the person seemed to leave. I was totally frustrated at my situation. The girl, whoever she was, had left me tied and extremely unsatisfied. Very horny, but unsatisfied. I stayed tied to that damn wall for at least another ten minutes before I heard the boys finally come back for me. I started bitching at them to release me, but it took several minutes for them to comply. They denied knowing anything about the “person” that had been there to feel me up, but refused to tell me where they had gone or what they had done. But I was sure they had allowed one of their female friends to have her way with me. I really didn’t want to let on to the fact that I knew it was a girl. Hell, I wasn’t a lesbian and I sure didn’t want to plant that into their minds. After they released me, I got mad at their treatment of me and told them to get lost. It wasn’t until I was freed and putting my clothes back on that I realized that the windows in the front of the shed could be seen from the attic of our house. I was glad that mom never went up there. I had tried to cover the windows when I took over the shed, but mom wouldn’t let me, saying it wasn’t allowed if I was going to have guy friends over to hang out.

The boys apologized the next day for their treatment of me and swore they hadn’t brought anyone else by, but I knew they had some part in it. And since I didn’t have that many friends to hang out with, I decided making up with them was better than nothing. They kept coming over to hang out, but were always trying to get into my pants again. I did let them cop a feel now and then, but I certainly didn’t want a repeat of the last time. And my mom seemed to be catching on that I might be getting “sexual active” as she put it. I was getting more warnings than usual from her about staying safe and what boys wanted and did to girls. It was like that warning on prescriptions about alcohol could enhance the effect of the drug… was she warning me, or giving me suggestions? She did say that she liked Doug and Jim and trusted them greatly. If only she knew what they had done to me.

It was just hitting the real summer now, and the days were getting warmer, my clothes were getting skimpier, and the boys were getting far more suggestive. What can I say? I was fourteen and a horny little bitch. I wanted the boys, on more than one occasion, to just ravage me. I had played with myself nearly every day since the tying up incident. As scary as it had been, I loved the naughtiness of it all. One particular day, I got very antsy and decided to get things going by suggesting a game of cards. I knew that as soon as we had cards in the shed, that the game would quickly turn to strip poker. It was a lot of fun, and I didn’t have to worry about mom. She had made it clear that the shed was my personal space and never came out to spy on me.

Naturally, after we had all lost our clothes, we started betting on dares. The loser, for instance, might have to kiss someone, or lick a part of the others’ body. I wasn’t satisfied until it was suggested that the loser of a particular game would have to go through what I had that memorable day and get tied, and blindfolded, to the wall for the others to play with as they pleased. Can you guess who had the worst hand all day? So, after I got tied to the wall, I was in heaven getting felt up by both of the boys. They were a little rough, but there’s definitely something to be said for getting ravaged when you can’t really protest.

Just as the fun was getting going really well, I freaked out as I heard my mom call to me. Doug said she was coming to the shed and both boys leapt out the back window and ran down the road. Those bastards! One of them could have untied me as the other kept my mom busy. I heard my mom call a couple of more times, and I shivered out of fear that she would see her daughter tied up like this. But instead her voice went away. I guessed that she went back in the house, thinking that I went off with the guys.

I prayed for the boys to come back and release me, but a good five minutes had passed and nothing. But then, I don’t know how, but I understood someone was present. Then a pillowcase was thrown over my head again. As before, the girl started feeling me up, and was far more aggressive this time than last. She sucked on my tiny boobs and nipples for a while and even went down to lick between my legs. I thought that was nasty and struggled to clamp my legs shut. I had tasted boys before, but having them do that to me seemed disgusting. But the hands probing me were very insistent and pried my legs open. Then I felt the girls tongue sliding through my moist slit and over my clit. I had never felt anything so provocative before and had to involuntarily push my hips out to expose myself for more. It felt so fucking good and nasty to have a person lapping away at me. And when she stuck her tongue inside me a little, I tried to give a little fucking motion to get more of her tongue into me.

I started to think about who it might be that was ravaging me so, and had a pretty good idea. She worked me over for a good ten minutes or so before leaving. Then, about ten minutes after that, the boys came back and quickly untied me. They told me that my mom had called Doug’s house looking for me and told them to send me home if they found me. As soon as I was free and dressed, I flamed off at the guys for abandoning me yet again. I told them to leave and hurried in to see what mom wanted. She was just putting the stairs to the attic back up into the ceiling when I found her. I thought that was odd because she hated places like that normally. She told me she had to go to the store for some wrapping paper for a cousins birthday gift and that she had looked in the attic for some, but found none.

Mom was on her way in a few minutes and I headed for my bedroom to finish the job that the girl had started on me a half hour ago. But as I passed the ladder to the attic, I got a strange curiosity to look up there. I pulled the ladder down and headed up for a look. I didn’t like places like that much myself, so I stood at the top and looked from there. I was just about to head down when my jaw dropped open. I finished going up and went to the window facing the backyard. There on the sill was a pair of binoculars and a pillow was on the floor right under the window. I knelt down on the pillow and looked through the glasses to see what was visible. I already knew what I was going to see. And sure enough, the back wall of the shed where I had been tied was clearly visible. I fell on my ass and just wondered what she had seen and if she had seen the first time I had been tied up. Then the thought of her seeing the girl feeling me up made me want to die. As I thought about the girl down the road that I figured had been the one to grope me, I remembered her licking my pussy and which doubled my dread.

I put the glasses back and went downstairs to my room. And despite being nervous as hell over what my mom had seen going on, I couldn’t help but get horny thinking about the same thing. Somehow, a few minutes later I found myself on my back, frigging away at my clit, thinking about how mom felt seeing her little girl get eaten out by another girl. I must have taken much longer to get off than usual, because I heard mom coming back into the house. I knew I had to fish her out to see what she knew and how she felt about it.

I asked her why she hadn’t come to the shed to look for me, and she said how that was my space and she wouldn’t invade it. That told me that she wouldn’t invade it in the future either. I got the idea to ask her if I could have a couple of girls over for a sleepover out there and she smiled a little too broadly. I filed all that away and asked if I could borrow her sweatpants so I could clean the place up a little and she told me to get them from her closet. When I went into her room, it was messier than usual. Clothes were all over the floor, the top sheet of her bed was hanging off the end of the bed and one of her pillowcases was off the pillow. Her makeup was all over the bed and her bureau. I thought that she had quite a nerve talking about the few clothes I had on my bedroom floor.

I changed my clothes and headed back to the kitchen for supplies. Mom gave me the bucket from under the sink and stabbed me with a fingernail as she handed it to me. I filled it with water and headed out to the shed with everything. Half way to the shed, my pace slowed, my mind fogged over, and I barely made it to the couch. I purposely sat down in a spot where mom couldn’t see me if she were looking, and just stared at the spot I had been tied to. I just couldn’t believe what I was realizing to be the truth. I stared at the side of my hand where mom had just stabbed me with her nail, remembered the missing pillow case, and then thought about her overall nervousness. It had been mom that felt me up. It was mom that licked my pussy, and sucked my nipples. I was in a state of shock for several minutes, until I peeked back at the house and saw her standing in the doorway, looking at the shed. I simply had to accept the fact that my mom had taken advantage of me as I was tied to the wall.

For the next couple of days, I tested her desires to see me nude and thought about what all this meant. I gave her a great peek at me as I took a shower one day, a very unusual thing for me to let happen. She definitely checked me out. I even noticed that many of the things she suggested for me to do seemed related to putting me in compromising positions. I got myself off a half dozen times over the next couple of days while thinking about how perverted my mom was proving to be. I decided that if she was happy feeling up her daughter and sucking on my private areas, I wasn’t going to worry about it. But I sure didn’t want to talk to her about it, so I simply pretended not to know a thing. I even decided to get her hot and bothered on purpose. Hey, a little spice never hurt anyone.

I had trouble figuring out a way to allow my mom another opportunity to have at me. Getting tied up and getting the boys to leave a third time was just too chancy. But every time I would remember how it felt having her hands gently rubbing over my body, I just melted with the desire to have it all happen again. And when I thought about her licking me, I looked harder for an idea. Now that I knew she liked my petite body, I took every opportunity to strip in front of her. I even talked her into buying me a new bikini. I knew she would want to evaluate their fit on me. I told her that I felt weird running in and out of the dressing room in front of strangers, so I had her come in with me. At one point I thought she was going to have a heart attack when I was topless and squeezed my tiny titties and proclaimed how they were too small to look good in anything.

One day I wondered just how perverse my mom was, so when she left to buy food, I peeked through her room. I found her two vibrators hidden in her bottom drawer, along with a couple of men’s magazines that featured fairly flat-chested girls in them. Well, her desire for small boobs became quite evident. I started to wonder if my mom was a full blown lesbian or just an opportunist. She certainly knew how to lick a girl’s pussy. I almost tried one of her vibrators, but was more interested in looking around. I’m so glad I did. Under her mattress I found two instant pictures of me. She had taken them of me while I was tied up in the shed and fully nude. Her penchant for her own daughter was very, very clear now. I felt a little weird knowing that my mom got wet and horny for her own daughter. But as long as I didn’t have to reciprocate, I was going to enjoy it.

Before leaving her room, I found the best part yet. A way to let things happen in the privacy of our own home instead of my being exposed out in the shed. There on her dresser was a bottle of sleeping pills. I knew instantly how I would put then to use and left her room.

Later in the day I started complaining about not getting any sleep lately and how dragged out I felt. About the third time I came right out and asked her what I could do to get a good nights sleep. Finally, she thought about her pills and said I could take one tonight if I wanted. I said that was worth a try and headed for my bedroom. Strangely enough, I wanted to clean my room some. I figured that I could really act passed out on the pill and get her to pleasure me again. But I didn’t want her fidgeting about a mess in my room. As I picked things up a bit, I kept getting different ideas to suggest things she might want to do as I lay passed out on my bed. I was torn between whether I should find a way to be out of my clothes and highly vulnerable, or in something flimsy that I could feel her remove from me. After all, there’s nothing that feels quite like a guys hands going under things that they weren’t suppose to be going under. I figured it would hold true for perverted moms as well.

I laid down on my bed and imagined what it would feel like getting her all hot and bothered in the confines of my room. I practiced feigning being passed out. And I realized I shouldn’t take the whole pill because I might sleep right through the best parts for me. I decided that even though it might be a little obvious, that I would leave a pillow case half off my second pillow. I had guessed the reason for the pillow case had been to make sure that if my blindfold had come off, I still wouldn’t have been able to see my molester.

I was giddy with excitement all day. I realized that I might just be getting as perverted as my mom with all the twisted thoughts that I’d been having. At supper I asked her to explain how sleeping pills worked, and her description was great. She told me how sometimes they barely helped, but other times they would work exceptionally well and knock you out cold. She said they took a half hour to start working, so I should be ready for bed first. I informed her that since it was so hot, that I would be wearing just a camisole and underwear to bed. I caught her raising an eyebrow at that.

Just after dark I was as horny as any boy I’ve ever known. Despite that I didn’t normally turn in for a couple of hours, I wanted to hurry things along a little. I asked for the pill and when she wasn’t looking, I broke it in half and let her watch me swallow the other half. I caught her leering at me in the mirror across the room and decided to tease her a little. I went and put on my baby doll camisole and a pair of pink, skimpy panties. When I walked into the living room, I plopped down on the couch to watch TV and finished my plans.

Even with just a half pill, I was genuinely getting drowsy. I told mom I was going to bed because I knew I was going to pass out cold. I stumbled on purpose a little and sure enough, mom wanted to help me to bed. She was already getting pretty touchy-feely on the way to my room. She felt so warm next to me and smelled so good. I felt pleased with myself for letting her do this to me. Just as she was helping me into my bed, I proclaimed how hot I was and asked if I could sleep in the nude. Then I pretended to pass out. She seemed to keep talking to see if I would respond to her, and she even shook me to see if I would wake up for her. That’s when I felt her hands slipping under the camisole to push it up my chest. Her hands felt my small mounds just a little and then she struggled to get the camisole over my head and arms.

When she went back to playing with my chest, I moaned softly so she knew even in my drugged state that I liked the feel of it. She must have been spooked though, because I heard her yanking the pillow case from my extra pillow, and sure enough, over my head it went. I knew we were both in for a great time now. She rubbed my mounds and nipples for several minutes and eventually I felt a hand go down my stomach to cover my entire vulva. She didn’t put her fingers into me right off, but rubbed me roughly while getting a good feel of me and exercising my button.

Just after I faked snoring lightly, she slithered down to my crotch. I didn’t want it to be too easy for her, so I snapped my legs together and turned to my side and snuggled my pillow. She pried my legs back apart and gently turned me back over. Then I thought I was going to give myself away when I felt her take one long lap up my moist slit. When her tongue hit my clit I wanted to hop out of my skin it felt so good. She got her tongue so far into me that it felt like a small prick. After she lapped me raw, I felt her sit up on the bed and wondered what she was doing. Then I felt her scooting up on the bed towards my head. I felt the pillow case lifted to about my nose and then something hit my lips. She stuck a finger into my mouth to open it a little and then I was smothered. I realized she was trying to get me to suckle her nipple as if I were a little baby. At first I thought she would know I was awake if I did it, but then I fell into a natural sucking motion for her. I was amazed at how wild it felt sucking someone’s nipple and always feared being labeled a lesbian, but I was getting right into it.

After a little while, she pulled from my mouth and did something. The next thing I knew was she was trying to get me to suckle her again. But her tit had an odd smell to it now. I finally tasted the nipple again and realized what she had done. She must have wiped her own juices on her nipple to make me taste her. I was a little disgusted by that, but I didn’t want this to end or give myself away, so I went back to sucking her like before.

The pill must have started working, because the last thing I could remember was suckling her and then it was morning and the sun was in my eyes. I was facing my other pillow and smiled at seeing that the pillow case was back on. As I lay there thinking about what she had down to me the night before, I started frigging myself slowly. I thought about just how nasty it was that my own mom would put a pillow case over her own daughter’s head so she could molest me in safety.

As I woke up and started a shower, I wondered ‘where to now’. I knew I didn’t want to tell her that I knew, but sex was on my mind all the time now. And since she liked spying on me so much, I figured I could have all the perverse sex that I wanted as long as I made sure she got to watch. I knew mom wasn’t getting any from any guys, she knew none. So, it seemed logical for me to help her out in this small way. But as much as I knew, there were still some things that I didn’t know. One thing I would find out later when I spied in her bedroom a second time was just what she liked to fantasize about. I came across a nasty little story she had downloaded from the web. It was all about a woman who enslaved her own daughter as her personal sex toy. My jaw was wide open as I read through it and my cunt got so wet thinking about playing the part of the daughter. It was all so nasty! She had made her own daughter into her cuckold… a word I had to look up and that got me even wetter at the thought of being one.

Before I left, I looked under her mattress again to check out the two pictures that were there. But this time there were several others. She had taken them the night before with me splayed and on display for her.

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