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The Martha Project

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By: Phil Phantom

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Copyright © 1997 ALL Rights Reserved

With Greg standing behind his mother at the door of their apartment, Sandra said in parting, "You have a lovely pussy, Martha. Don't be such a prude. With a pussy like that, you should be shooting bare beavers like Daniel Boone. That's how you attract hard dicks. If you want to get screwed, you gotta show those boys your pussy. Do what I do. Let them see what a hot and juicy twat you have between your legs, and you'll start getting screwed. Lose the panties and get you some mini-skirts. Wave that juicy pussy in their faces and they'll slip you some hard cock." And then she was gone.

Martha wanted to melt into a crack in the floor, but there was no crack. When Martha turned and had to face her son, Greg, she did so with a bright red face. She didn't know what to say to him and was thankful that he wasn't trying to look her in the face. She was thankful until she realized that he was staring at her crotch as though he could see through the thin material of the light house dress she'd thrown on over her nakedness in her haste to return to the room before Sandra did any more damage.

With no bra on, she knew her erect nipples could be discerned, so she folded her arms over them, trying to think of something to say to break the awkward silence as he just kept staring at her crotch. Martha had to look down to assure herself that there wasn't a gaping hole right over her pussy. She didn't have panties on, either. His stare was that intense, just like Robby's.

When he did look up, he said, "Are you going to do like she said?"

Martha swallowed hard, stunned that he'd bring that up so matter-of-factly, almost as if saying, 'Are you going to start wearing shorter hemlines?' She got her voice and said, "I don't think so, Greg. She was being crude on purpose to shock you, or me, probably both of us. She's like that."

"Yeah, she sure is crude for a lady."

Martha wanted out of the conversation, but couldn't even see her way to escape him. She felt trapped against the door, though she could easily sidestep him. She knew he was making reference to the pussy play he'd caught a glimpse of. She didn't know what to say, and before she could think of something, he dug a deeper hole for her to sink into by saying, "Was it fun showing Robby's mom your pussy? She sure liked it. She licked your pussy juice off her fingers."

This was like a bucket of ice water tossed in her face. The last time Greg used that vulgar term, he got his mouth washed with soap. He had no qualms about using the vulgar word, now. His grin increased after getting the words out, knowing she couldn't say much about it after what she'd just done. All she could say was, "Greg ... I ..."

He cut her off with, "Can I see it? Can I have a look at your pussy, too, Mom? I didn't get to see it very good with her hand in the way. Robby says you have the prettiest pussy he ever saw, and I bet he's seen hundreds."

Blushing bright red, Martha cried, "GREG! Honestly! How could you even ask me such a thing? And Robby has not seen hundreds, maybe a few, and certainly not mine."

"He did so, and we all seen him do it lots of times. We know you let him look inside your panties. We saw. You let him feel it, finger it, sniff it, and lick it. You had to know."

"GREG, I ..."

"You let her play with your pussy and she's not even a guy. Come on! I won't tell." He dropped to his knees at her feet and stared at the crotch of her dress in expectation.

Martha couldn't speak, couldn't move, and could barely breathe as she watched his hands go for the hem. With bated breath, she watched her hemline rise up her bare legs. Before she knew it, he was looking at her pussy, getting a better free look than Robby ever stole, with the inverted skirt pressed to her belly.

When her pussy came into view, there was a big sucking intake of air and a long slow exhalation along with a drawn-out, "Woowww! She's right, Mom. You have a real pretty twat between your legs. Boy, you sure have a juicy cunt. Now, I see why her fingers were so slimy. Move your feet out so I can see the in-between parts, okay?"

This steady barrage of filth was like a powerful aphrodisiac being mainlined. Martha's feet moved away from each other on their own accord as Greg pushed out on the inside of her knees. As the gap widened, Martha had to lean her shoulders to the door to keep from collapsing on her excited son as he dipped his head between her thighs and declared, "Wow, Robby was right! You shave your cunt lips! That's neat."

He dropped the dress over his head so he could use both hands, then scooted directly under her and sat in the space between her feet, forcing her knees out. She stood like a bowlegged cowboy as little fingers peeled her labia lips apart, and Greg said, "We never thought you shaved your cunt. Robby says only whores shave their cunts, that's why we thought he was lying. This is great! You can see everything plain as day this way."

With her knees bowing out to give him freer access and in a trembling voice that was barely audible, carrying no conviction whatsoever, she said, "Greg, don't touch Mommy there. Please, Greg!"

"Is that the hole, way down low? I thought it was higher up. What's this thingie? Is this a clit? It looks like a little kid's dick. I didn't know they got this big. Is that your pee hole? Must be. Does this feel good when I rub on it? Robby says this is what makes a pussy cum. Does this make you wanna cum?"

Martha leaned harder against the door and spoke to the ceiling, saying, "Greg, don't! Oh, Greg, you mustn't rub Mommy there. Oh no, get your finger out of there. OH GREG!"

"This is where you get fucked, huh? This is where the dick goes in your pussy, huh?"

As a curious finger entered her, she bit her lower lip, then cried, "Please, Greg, don't! You shouldn't. I'm your mother. I'm not some cheap ... a ..."

"Whore?"

"Yes."

"So. Just because you're a mother don't mean you can't be a whore. Robby says most whores are mothers because they're all the time getting fucked, and women that fuck a lot get pregnant a lot. You sure got pregnant a lot when you were little, and none of us look anything like Daddy. You were a whore at one time, that's for sure. Bill's Daddy was a nigger, huh?"

She thought, "Oh, God! They know!" Bill was big and dark, but did not have the Negroid features other than kinky black hair. He wore his hair in a short crew cut to hide that fact, and with his hair short, he just looked like your average white boy with a very good tan that never lightened in winter. She was four months pregnant with Bill when she was married off to a man who had no idea that his young bride had been bred to a black man like a bitch is bred to a stud dog for the amusement of most of the congregation. Surprise, surprise!

Bill's parentage was the unspoken reality that no one dared mention aloud in their home, and to hear Greg say it in those terms--Bill's Daddy was a nigger, huh--made her feel like the lowest of whores, and with no explanation, she'd be admitting as much. Still, she did not want to offer an explanation or deny the charge. She wanted him to think the very worst and tell Bill, Brian, too. She said, "I told you never to use that term for them."

"Yeah, but it's true, though, isn't it? You let a big black nigger fuck you, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"I'll bet he got to fuck you a lot, huh?"

"Yes."

"Robby was right. You're a whore all right. Any white woman that lets a nigger fuck her is a whore. Everyone knows that, and everyone knows Bill's daddy is a nigger. It feels weird in there. I always wondered what a pussy felt like inside. It sure is wet in there. Did you pee or somethin'?"

"Greg, you're being filthy. Stop doing that to me. Get out from under there. I think you've seen enough."

"What, you don't like getting finger-fucked? Robby says whores like getting their pussies finger-fucked. His mom sure likes it, and we all know she's a whore with a shaved cunt. Don't it feel good? How about two fingers? Is that better? Does that feel more like a big ole black nigger dick going in and out?"

Martha gathered what little fortitude she could muster and thrust his hands out of her crotch, then gathered herself to get by him. She walked over him, went straight to her bedroom, and shut the door.

A short while later, Greg heard the shower running and smiled. He waited a few minutes, then went to the sink and turned the cold water on full force. He heard a loud scream from the bathroom and grinned his devilish grin, thinking, "Robby was right. That is what the shower wand is for."

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Martha emerged from the shower and hid herself away in her bedroom for the remainder of the night. Robby, Bill, and Brian arrived just as she emerged from the shower. Robby was the last person she wanted in her house. She wanted to dig a deep hole and hide in it--again.

She couldn't hide from the boys completely, as the only bathroom in the poorly-designed apartment could only be accessed through the master bedroom. She laid with her back to them, pretending to read, knowing they were making more trips than was necessary, especially Robby and Greg.

Greg wisely let her be, but did not honor his word not to tell. Martha could hear their excited whispers just beyond the door and she felt their eyes running along her shapely torso as they paraded through. Though she now had on her long flannel robe with PJ bottoms, she felt naked. What was almost as bad was the realization that they knew about her shower wand and its special purpose. She heard them giggling about Greg's dirty trick.

Martha wanted to curl up and die. She didn't know how she'd ever face them, Greg especially. She certainly didn't want to see Bill's big black eyes. The one time she tried to join the family, she entered to find Bill and Brian sniffing Greg's fingers while Robby held them up. She did an about face and returned to her bed, wishing she could crawl inside the mattress.

They not only knew what her pussy smelled like, they knew she had a shaved pussy, and only whores shave their pussies ... no, cunts. "Whores shave their cunts," her little ten-year-old had said while fingering her whore cunt. "Oh God!" She moaned. "I spread my damn legs for him. Robby was right."

Martha felt like she had a whore's cunt between her legs. Despite the anxiety she was drowning in, her cunt was never more alive, though it, too, was drowning. The scalding she'd received now felt nice, a hot pussy that tingled each time one of her boys made a slow walk through.

Although Greg wisely let her be, Robby wouldn't and had something vulgar to say each time he walked through, both ways:

"Nice ass, Martha."

"How's your pussy, still sore? Want me to kiss it and make it all better?"

"Want some cream for your pussy, I got some special cream for whores with burned cunts."

"You need a dildo. They won't burn your cunt."

"What you need is a real dick. Are you still horny?"

"Have you tried frigging off with cold water?"

"Fuck any niggers lately? I'll eat you for a buck if you haven't."

"Wanna suck my dick? That'll take your mind off your sore pussy."

On and on it went for two hours, and each time he strolled through, her boys were at the bedroom door. Everything Robby said tickled them, shamed her, and made her clit throb.

Though it was the wrong tack to take with Robby, Martha ignored him and everything he said. They couldn't see, but his crude taunts brought on waves of flushed arousal that started when he'd enter the room and lasted long after he left. Her sore pussy throbbed and drooled. He constantly reinforced how she already felt, like a horny whore with a sore pussy, an incestuous slut with a strong craving for cock, a bitch in heat that ate up every vulgar term.

Two hours of that abuse and she'd about had enough, so when Sandra and Carol arrived, she got up and locked the bedroom door. When Sandra tried to get her to come out, she told her to go away and take Robby with her. She then listened to the door as Robby and Greg brought Sandra current an everything that happened since her departure. Sandra quietly said to another woman that Martha didn't recognize, "We'd better let her sleep this off. Come on Robby. Try again tomorrow. Next time, stick with the plan."

And then she heard Robby say, "I couldn't. She wouldn't come out and stay."

They talked a bit more, but she only caught bits and pieces. Truth or Dare, she caught. She pictured herself being sucked into that exciting game with four horny boys and a finger stole down inside her PJs and began stroking her throbbing clit. She thought, "Oh god, yes. I must play that game. I must."

When she heard the visitors leave, she unlocked the bedroom door and returned to the bed to dwell on the consequences of a possible future she could not even imagine three hours prior.

Two hours later, she was still thinking about consequences, terrible consequences and ways to avoid them. No way could she afford to play Truth or Dare. Somehow, she knew she had to re-establish the normal order of things, ban Robby from the apartment, and tell Sandra to fuck off and leave her children alone.

Just before bedtime, Greg came up to the foot of the bed. She could feel the other eyes watching from the doorway. They'd put him up to something. She felt it coming. Her whore cunt throbbed in anticipation even as she swore she'd pounce on the first improper action or remark. He cleared his throat, and looked back to his brothers.

Without looking up from her magazine, Martha said, "What is it, Greg?"

"Well, I just wanted to see how your PUSSY was doing after I accidentally turned the cold water on while you were masturbating in the shower."

Though she expected something bold, she never expected this. She rolled to her back and got up on her elbows in absolute astonishment. She looked to the doorway at the grinning older boys, watched them shrink back under her glare, then focused on Greg who didn't seem intimidated in the least by her hard stare and stern demeanor. He stared at her crotch, again with that look of expectation as though she might show him.

Again, she found herself rendered immobile and powerless to speak under that hard crotch stare of his--the Robby technique now mastered by his number one student. The other boys eased back into the open doorway to view this unusual standoff. Greg gave them a smiling look, then turned his gaze on his mother and cockily said, "Did you burn your CUNT with the shower wand?"

Martha knew she had to wrest control immediately or things would only get worse. She wanted to berate him, but couldn't speak. Her smoldering pussy burned under his intense stare and she wanted to hear more, and wanted the other boys to hear more and see more, to witness for themselves how a woman, even a mother, can be melted and won by a hard crotch stare and vulgar words.

Greg gave his brothers a confident look that seemed to say, "See, I can say anything I want to her." When he looked back to his mother, he said, "Did you get to cum? I sure hope I didn't spoil it for you. Well, did ya?"

His mistake was looking her in the eyes and not throwing in more gratuitous vulgarity. The word cunt would have been enough to compensate for breaking the stare. He fucked up and knew right away. She calmly but firmly said, "Get out of my room and go straight to bed." She looked to the door and yelled, "All of you, go to bed, NOW! MOVE!"

The others moved. Greg stayed. He tried the crotch stare again, but the spell was broken. When he could see that he'd blown it, he started to move. Martha said, "You, stop right there, mister."

Greg stood squarely between her feet at the foot of the bed. Martha felt empowered and impulsively unbelted the robe. She drew the flaps aside, raised her ass from the mattress, and said, "Take them off."

Greg looked puzzled, but was not about to look a gift whore in the face. He grabbed handfuls of PJ pants and drew them down her sexy legs. She settled her bare ass, raised her feet, and he removed them with his eyes focused on her naked beaver.

Martha drew her legs up, planted her feet wide apart, letting her knees fall out almost flat to the mattress, assuming a dramatic though vulgar pose as she said, "There, see what your little prank did to me?"

Greg stared at an angry red, cunt-gut-belching pussy laid wide open, but other than redness, it looked fine, great, in fact. His expression reflected no remorse, fear, or pity. He looked like a young boy being treated to a good long look at a shaved pussy in bright light.

Martha quickly realized that her impulsive act to shake him had the opposite effect. He fell forward on the mattress for a closer look, which totally unnerved Martha as she looked through her tits to her son's grinning face, which was almost in her beaver, propped up on his elbows with his two hands poised as though to pull the wings off a butterfly.

She had nothing to say, and helplessly watched as he tentatively ran his fingers over the red areas of her labia and mons, saying, "Is your cunt sore, Mom?"

He took the folds of the robe that were still partially hiding her breasts and yanked them wide open, totally exposing her frontal nudity. He then looked to the doorway, hoping to see his brothers, and was disappointed that they weren't watching him touch their naked mother's pussy.

He seemed to shrug, then turn his attention back to the cunt at hand, gingerly placing his finger tips along the swollen lips, parting them gently to fully expose the clit. He studied the clit, then said, "Your clit doesn't look too bad. I'll bet it hurts, though, huh?"

Martha almost spoke, but the words wouldn't form. Instead, she watched her youngest son toy with her clit, pinched between thumb and forefinger, pulled out, turned one way then the other under his intense scrutiny. He released the fleshy bit of intimate anatomy, pinched the thin labia minora lips, drew the wings of her vulva butterfly wide open, and blew on her clit, saying, "I'll bet that feels good, huh? Do you dare me to lick it?"

A loud voice in Martha's head screamed for her to stop this madness, but she remained speechless and received a lick. He savored the taste, then took another, a longer one up the full length of her wide ovalled slit with a flat tongue. He took several more long laps, then sucked her clit into his mouth and nursed on it while looking into her face to see how she liked that.

Martha did all she could not to let him see how much his clit sucking turned her on. She looked him right in his devilishly smiling eyes as he nibbled, lightly chewed, batted with his tongue, and sucked. Almost as exciting as the sensations he evoked in a clit that never knew the joy of a friendly mouth was the sight of her baby with a mouthful of her most intimate and private anatomy.

She was losing this Mexican standoff and losing fast, rapidly building to a climax that would blow her cover and make her a blubbering slut, totally at his mercy.

He obviously didn't know how close he was. He lifted off the clit and said, "Your nipples sure are pointy. That means you want to cum."

She watched him slip two fingers inside her pussy and resume the fucking motion she'd ran from only hours earlier. She couldn't believe his audacity, or her own in not running from it this time. This time was cruder by far. This time, she could see everything and had to see it through two high-arching tits with pointy nipples that wanted to cum--Damn Robby, anyway!

She took the crude fingering in silence for several minutes. Had he been better at it, she would again be faced with an embarrassing orgasm. His hard fingering hurt more than helped the cause, so she was able to muster the words to say, "Go to bed, Greg. You've had your fun, now go."

"You need to cum. I'll suck you till you cum, if you want. How's that?"

She blocked his head as he went for the clit, saying, "I don't want to cum; I just want you to go."

"I know how to do it for you. Robby showed us how to suck on a clit and make a girl cum. I owe you a cum. He said once you get a girl by the clit, she has to cum. Come on, Mom, let me get you by the clit again. I won't let go this time, I promise, not until you have a cum, I swear!"

"Greg ... go ... to ... bed, NOW!"

"Are you sure? You sure look like you need one. Look at your nipples. They're really poking out now."

He reached out and flicked the right nipple, making it vibrate. As he went to flick the left one, Martha shouted, "GO!"

He went ahead and gave it a good flick, a painful flick, saying, "All right. I'm going, but I coulda done it better than a stupid ole shower wand. At least I won't burn your fucking pussy."

"You already burned my fucking pussy, now get!"

Greg reluctantly left, and Martha fell back to the mattress and covered her face with her hands, mortified that she'd surrendered again, worse than before. She knew he was with his brothers giving them the blow by blow, now adding a detailed description of her pussy to include taste. He could now describe her tits, telling them how the long, bright-pink nipples vibrate when you flick 'em. To top that off, he could also add that their sweet, innocent, moral pillar of a mom used the "F" word and called her vagina a pussy.

She groaned on recalling what she'd said, drew the robe tight around her body, and rolled to her belly. She pounded the mattress and muttered, "Damn, why am I like this all of a sudden? Why are they like this? Why am I encouraging Greg to treat me like a slut? Why do I allow a ten-year-old to use such vulgarity, then respond in kind? What the hell is going on around here? This is insane."

And then Sandra sprang to mind. Robby was Sandra's boy, a mother fucker. He was now hanging out with her boys. Greg was the most impressionable, the boldest, and the nastiest. Sandra had set her up for him. She had also set him up for her. She started this whole mess, in fact.

Martha got up on her elbows and realized that she was being seduced in a coordinated effort. They were all out to get her. Her sons wanted to be mother fuckers like Robby and were taking lessons. "Good lord!" She thought, "They all want to fuck me, all of them--Bill, Brian, Greg, Robby, even Sandra. They all want to have sex with me. They think I'm a horny divorcee ... no ... a horny whore."

She thought hard about that, then thought, "Oh, Jesus! I think I am! Why else would a woman shave her pussy except to make it look more attractive, to show it off, to make those that see it think the worst, to inspire boldness. Oh Jesus, I think that is why I shaved it, and it is having that exact effect--the effect I was after. I've lost my fucking mind."

She slapped the mattress and cried, "Damn!" then thought, "Now, what? I can't unshave it. Three of them have seen it, touched it, played with it, in fact. Like a stupid whore, I let them feel my shaved cunt. The other two know that I shave between my legs and let others see and feel ... oh shit, and taste. What would be the point of trying to hide it, now?"

Martha gave those thoughts more time to sink in, then suddenly lunged from the bed and tossed off the robe, her only covering. She rummaged through her bottom drawer, extracted the thin, diaphanous robe she'd worn earlier, belted it loosely, then adjusted the part so that it just barely closed over her trimmed bush.

The slightest turn gave peeks and a slightly cocked leg exposed a denuded cunt lip or a slick, pink slit. She examined herself in the dresser mirror, tugged on her fleshy inner lips, pulled her long clit out, in effect, fluffing up her cunt. She admired the vulgar effect, gathered her courage, then went to the boys' room.

She paused outside the open door. Their light was still on, and they were talking in a huddle. Greg was, indeed, disclosing her secret charms in minute detail, even describing the tiny goose bumps that ringed her nickel-size areolas. She wanted to correct him, as they were the size of half-dollars most of the time. They puckered to nickel size only when fully erect.

She looked at her nipples and saw nickel-size areola. She could even see the little bumps through the thin material. She gave her nipples a pinching roll and wondered if they'd ever relax again. She wondered if her sons would ever see the half-dollar version or the quarter version. "Shit," she thought, while looking at them after the tweaking, "they're about to see the dime version."

She took a deep breath, then stepped into the doorway with her two-inch-long nipples leading the way. The boys were sitting on the floor in the center of the small room. When they saw her nipples enter their room, they froze and stared--first at the twin objects of their discussion, then at her crotch.

Martha's face took on a deep blush, but she projected a calm demeanor as she said, "I thought I told you boys to go to bed. I do not like being ignored."

Martha braced her hands on her hips, trying to look imposing, but only managed to expose her entire vulva with its bright-red, shiny-wet, fluffed innards, making her look like a bold slut in heat. Having never seen fluffed cunt innards or a slut in heat, they stared at her crotch even harder. She was not being ignored, now.

Bill and Brian stared with their mouths open. Greg grinned. He'd seen it before, only much better.

Greg was sitting with his back to her, twisted around to take her in. He immediately spun around on his ass, leaned back on his elbows, and said, "See, I told you she shaves her cunt."

Martha's flush burned brighter as she said, "What I do with my cu ... vagina is none of your concern. What I do in the shower is none of your concern. I'm still the mother. I said go to bed, and I mean right now."

Greg said, "Show us your tits, then give us a good beaver shot, then we'll go to bed."

Martha came over and jerked Greg to his feet, delivering a hard slap to his ass. She propelled him toward the bottom bunk, then lifted Brian by the ear, sending him to the top bunk. Bill got up and went to his bed. Her energetic display displayed everything to them. Her left tit remained totally out in the open and the robe had a six-inch part down the front.

She remained in that state while threatening and shaking a finger at each one in turn, making her boobs wobble. They watched the naked wobbling boob, not the finger.

She remained exposed while tucking each boy in, having softened her tone. Greg played with her boobs while getting his tuck and kiss. When she went to kiss Brian on his top bunk, Greg ran a hand up her leg to her cunt and inserted two fingers.

She fussed with Brian's bedding while getting her twat fingered, then fussed some more until a mouth captured her clit and began sucking voraciously. She expected the fingering but not the sucking. He had her by the clit, and the implication of that slowly sank in. She gripped the mattress and her head fell forward as though powerless to stop what was going on down below. After all, as everyone knows, once a guy has a girl by the clit, she has to cum.

Brian said, "Mom, what's the matter?" And then he leaned out and looked--"OH, Wow!"

Slowly, Martha gained enough composure to finish tucking Brian in while still receiving a hard sucking. She couldn't even focus as she made him lie back then delivered his peck to the forehead, the official ending of a tuck.

As soon as she eased back, Brian was up and peering over the edge of the mattress, looking down her front, seeing his brother with a mouthful of his mother's pussy, sucking hard on her clit like it was a dick. Bill was also out of his bed viewing from the side.

Martha was very aware that both boys were watching from good viewing angles, yet she presented them with better views by jutting out her loins and tilting up her pelvis, putting her sucked clit out where all could see. The robe was unbelted and hanging wide open. She could have easily stepped back and broken the contact or pulled Greg from the bed, but she acted as though he had her in a jaw lock or the suction alone kept her in place, helpless, powerless, at the mercy of his mouth, fearful he might bite if disturbed. He had her by the clit and she wanted to make damned sure the other two saw that plainly, so she bowed her knees out. Now, they saw it plainly.

To add to this effect, she pleaded, "Oh, Greg, please don't bite Mommy down there."

Greg looked up with her clit in his teeth, grinning, adding his own effect to the charade that only he and his mother seemed to know was a charade. Pleased with the way this was going, Martha decided to let him continue until she had that orgasm she now had to have. What choice did she have? He had her by the clit, and thanks to Robby, they all knew what happens to a gal when you get her by the clit. She cums. She can't help it. She has to have it.

Relieved of all responsibility, Martha slid both hands, palms flat and fingers spread down to frame her assaulted loins as he resumed sucking. The lust and passion grew steadily and she telegraphed her lusty response by arching her fingers up, leaning into the mouth, and gradually putting a rolling grind in her loins until the orgasm burst over her and she wailed out her release while grinding her cunt on his sucking mouth. She came good and still he refused to release her, so she had to recover from that orgasm on rubbery legs in a lewd stance.

Several minutes passed as she very slowly recovered her composure. When he started licking, she eased his head away from her cunt and gently settled him into his bed. She fussed with his covers while he toyed with her tits, then knelt and pressed her kiss to his lips. She gave him a long lover's kiss right on the mouth with the others looking on in amazement. They were sure he'd get it good when her clit was out of his toothy mouth.

He got it good, alright, and all the while she kissed him, her hand was under the covers making the bedding bob over his crotch. Lucky bastard.

When she finally finished giving Greg his good night kiss, she withdrew a hand covered in sperm, a big surprise. Her little ten-year-old was a squirter, a good one, too. Once again, she had to tuck Brian in and used that spermy hand to ease him back. Again, he got a peck on the forehead, but he also got sibling sperm on his cheek.

Again, Greg's fingers were up her pussy while she re-tucked Brian. After the drawn-out tucking, after wiping off the sperm and sucking it off her finger, she slowly moved off of Greg's hand, almost dragging him from the bunk as he strained to follow with a finger hooked in her pussy. She had to twist to get off the hook.

Once unhooked, she went to Bill, now back in his bed. She bent low from the waist on straight legs to kiss him, giving the other two an enticing rear beaver shot as she dragged out the tucking and good night kiss to the forehead, accidentally getting sperm on his cheek which she wiped off with the tail of her robe.

When she stood to face them all, she exposed her totally naked front before adjusting the flaps to fold one over the other, then belted. Now properly covered, she turned out the light and exited. Once inside her own room with the door closed, she leaned against the door and exhaled a deep breath, then softly said, "There, that wasn't so hard."

She ran her right hand into her fevered crotch and stroked a finger through her oily slit, thinking, "Now, they're even. Well, almost. Bill and Brian still haven't gotten a feel, but they will if they follow Greg's example. Yep, that should get the ball rolling nicely. Ummmmm, yes ... very nicely." And then, she licked her left hand.

Now lying on the bed, nude on the bedspread with the light on, she smiled and thought, "Now, how does a mommy go about getting her kids to fuck her without it looking like it was her idea?"

She no sooner got the thought out when a timid knock came from the unlocked door. She thought about climbing under the covers before granting permission to enter, thinking the knocker needed to use the bathroom. Still feeling aroused from all she'd done and thought about, she casually granted admittance and didn't even bother to close her legs.

Greg entered, totally naked and sporting a four-inch erection from his hairless groin. He smiled on seeing her lying on the bed in the nude. He came to stand at the bedside, thrusting out his cute boner as he said, "Mom, I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you in your bed?"

Martha felt like smiling, but studied her son in silent contemplation, letting her eyes drift to his cute little boner, not two feet from her face. On seeing he was getting a visual inspection, he jutted his loins out even more while grinning proudly, as if saying, "See what I got," as though what he had was a monster cock with bull balls hanging under them.

She contemplated her next move, wondering how it would sound at the Truth or Dare game which she was now determined to play and tell the truth, then said, "I suppose, but I sleep in the nude. You'll have to keep that nasty thing on your side of the bed if we're to sleep together, naked. Do you think you can do that?"

He smiled and said, "I'll try, but I might roll over in my sleep and accidentally get my dick stuck in your pussy."

Martha grew excited by his lewd threat. She thought, then said, "If that happened, you'd be a mother fucker."

"I know. Who cares? Robby's a mother fucker. He brags about it. Everybody thinks Robby is cool. I'd be cool if that happened."

"That may be, but I wouldn't be cool. Mothers aren't allowed to let their sons do that, even on accident. If I woke up and found your penis in my vagina, I'd be obligated to ask you to take it out. The question is, would you be a good boy and do as I say, or would you try to finish and be cool?"

Greg thought, then said, "Who knows? I've never had my dick in your pussy before. I'd like to find out what it feels like. Maybe if you promised to suck me off if I pulled it out, I would. I think I'd like to cum that way even better, you know, in your mouth while you're sucking on my dick the way whores do."

Martha loved the vulgar banter, and had a powerful urge to lean over and suck him into her mouth the way whores do. She wouldn't have to lean far as he'd climbed onto the bed and knelt by her head, stroking his dick while aiming it at her mouth a few inches away.

Martha rolled onto her side with her head propped up on one hand, bringing her mouth in line with his cock, now poised within her lips as she said, "Oh, you'd like that, would you?"

The cock rubbed along her slack lips applying lip gloss the way Robby did as he smilingly said, "Who wouldn't? Wanna suck on it now?"

Martha tried to reply with a dick trying to enter her mouth, and finally had to grab it with her free hand. Greg relinquished his rod to her fingers, assuming he was about to get a blow job, but Martha only gave it a massaging squeeze as she said, "That's a nasty thing to do to your mother, Greg. If I can't fuck you, I can't suck you either. It's the law." She began stroking his youthful manhood, saying, "I suppose I could relieve you this way again. Would that do?"

He grinned wickedly while watching his mother jacking his cock, then said, "Can I cum in your face?"

Martha made a surprised expression and said, "Well, I suppose there's no harm in that. How would you like to do this?"

"Lie down flat with your head propped up, and I'll sit on your chest and jack off in your face."

Martha laid on her back with her head on a pillow and said, "Like this?"

"No, pretend like your hands are tied behind your back, and you can't move your head either."

She placed her hands in the small of her back and laid still, looking straight ahead as he mounted her chest and leered down on her, stroking his dick while saying, "Yeah, like this, only you have to keep your mouth open, like there's something holding it open." Martha opened her mouth. "No, wide open, real wide."

Martha opened real wide and waited. As expected, Greg took advantage and placed his cock fully inside her mouth, laughing at his cleverness.

With a boy's dick fully inside her mouth, Martha said, "Greg, you bwat. How dare you sthick your nathy dick in Mommy's mowf? You should be ashamed of yoursewf."

He just giggled. The words felt great and he understood every one.

He got his wish, but it was a hollow blow job if it could be called that. Still, he was enjoying the sight if not the feel as he supported his upper body by straight arming her pillow and fucking her mouth. They looked in each other's eyes as he said, "Pretend like there's lots of guys here with big dicks waiting to screw you when I get done. Move your legs wide apart like they're tied that way. Pretend they're all niggers. That'll get you good and horny."

Martha followed these instructions. With her legs out as wide as she could get them, imaging the upcoming game, she unconsciously began sucking, acting good and horny, making a decent cunt of her mouth for her excited son to fuck. Not long after that, youthful spend flowed. She sucked on the spewing member and swallowed between squirts. After sucking him dry, she nursed on his spent dick as he collapsed over her face.

With his groin pressed to her lips, she coaxed another erection as he recovered. When he sat back up, she continued sucking as he reached back to finger her pussy wearing a wicked grin. He said, "This time, I'm going to fuck your pussy. Remember, you're tied up. You can't stop me. Keep thinking about all those horny niggers that get you after I'm done."

Martha spit the dick out, then heaved him clear off her and the bed, extracting both hands as he got to his knees wearing an expression that said, "You're cheating. That's not fair."

Martha sat up, then got up from the bed and said, "I told you not to call them that."

"All right, I'll call then jungle bunnies."

"You will call them blacks if you ever want your dick in my mouth again, and I was pretending to be tied. If you intend to fuck this mother, you'll have to tie me for real, and it had best be a good job of tying."

"Okay! Where's some rope?"

"That's your problem. Another problem you'll have is getting me tied in my sleep. I'm a light sleeper, so you have a real problem. You've been relieved, so I suggest we get some sleep and you forget this nasty idea of yours. I'm the mom; you're the son; let's just sleep."

"I'll screw you in your sleep."

"If you can do that, go right ahead, but I wouldn't brag about it."

"You'll wake up, all right, but you'll be begging me to fuck you harder."

Martha turned down the covers while saying, "Like I said, knock yourself out, but if I wake up with your dick in me, don't be surprised if you find yourself on the floor with a dumb look on your face. I hate to break this to you, but you are not Charles Atlas."

As she slipped under the covers, and Greg joined her, he challenged, "Oh yeah. Just for saying that, I'm gonna make you beg loud enough to wake up Bill and Brian. They'll come in and see me on you, and you'll be holding your legs wide, begging for me to fuck your cunt."

Martha laughed and ruffled his hair, saying, "Dream on, stud."

"Go ahead and laugh, but you will. I'll be up on my knees with just the head of my dick in you, and you'll be squirming on it, trying to get more to go in, but I'll keep pulling back."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, and there won't be any covers on you, either. They'll come up close and see everything, but you won't care."

He'd snuggled close and wedged a hand between her legs, so she took his dick in her hand and said, "I won't, huh?"

"No, it'll be like in the bedroom when you wanted them to see me playing with your tits and sucking on your pussy."

"I wanted them to see that, did I?"

"Yeah, why else would you stay by me as long as you did and not say anything while they watched me pulling on your tits like I was milking you, then finger fucking your pussy, and then sucking on it? You loved it, and you loved having them watch."

"Is that so? Then why didn't I stay and let you fuck me?"

"Because you were chicken."

"Oh, of course, I wouldn't want them to see that."

"Why did you go away?"

"There was no reason to stay. I gave Brian his kiss good night, and then it was Bill's turn. I already gave you yours. All I did was tuck everyone in then leave."

"Yeah, well how come you never said nuthin' about what I was doin' with your cunt?"

"There was no point in saying anything to you. It wasn't like it was the first time. I knew they knew that, so I let you amuse yourself, big deal. Besides, you had me by the clit. What could I do."

Martha cocked her top leg to give him freer access to her pussy while pumping his dick hard as she pressed the head against her throbbing clit. Greg took advantage and finger-fucked her hard, saying, "I'm going to cum on your pussy."

"I know. If you'll warn me in time and get your hand out of the way, I'll see if I can get some to squirt up inside. You'd like to get some sperm inside, wouldn't you? Who knows, you might get me pregnant."

"Really? Cool! Okay. Do it faster."

Martha threw the covers off, reached over and flipped on the bedside lamp, then raised the top leg straight up to see what she was doing, but mostly to let Greg see what she was doing. Seconds later, Greg gave the signal and moved his hand. Martha moved the head to her opening, let an inch go in, and jacked the shaft between a pinched finger and thumb, saying, "Now it'll all go inside. Are you happy?"

"Yeah! Get ready to have a baby, cause here it comes. Ugh ... ahh ... ugh ... ummm ..."

Martha felt every warm squirt and thought about how the scene would go over at the game. It was a nice fantasy, and Greg was sure to ask the question. She'd tell the truth. That would blow their minds. What would happen to their game plans if she always told a truth no one wanted to challenge? The idea was most intriguing. With that exciting thought in mind, she put condoms, birth control pills, and diaphragms out of her mind.

Some lucky boy was going to knock her up, and she silently rooted for Greg while slowly milking his dick into her pussy, still holding her leg high so that they could both watch. All but one inch of his semi-rigid dick had worked its way inside. Her cunt muscles milked the part that was inside as her fingers milked the base.

They both stared at their joined genitals. She almost said, "Penny for your thoughts," but he spoke first, saying, "We're fucking, aren't we?"

"Don't be silly. I told you, I can't let you fuck me."

"So how is fucking different?"

"It's a lot different. For one thing, you go all the way in from the start. Another thing, you move in and out while fucking. You must get all the friction from the pussy, not the female's hand."

"Cumming in your pussy doesn't count?"

"Well, if it results in a pregnancy, it'll count for something. You can tell the others that I jacked you off in my cunt. If anyone asks, I can't deny it. If I end up pregnant, you'll get the credit. How's that?"

"You'd do that? You'd admit it?"

"I won't volunteer that information, but if anyone comes right out and asks, I couldn't lie. I'd never lie."

"Would you say you jacked me off in your cunt? Would you say it just like that? I wouldn't want you to say, 'I masturbated Greg until he ejacuated into my vagina."

"Ejaculated, not ejacuated."

"Whatever ... well, would you do it my way ... I mean say it my way?"

"Is it that important to you?"

"Yes!"

"Well, I suppose so, if that turns you on."

"Great! I wanna go get Brian and Bill so you can tell 'em right now."

"Hold on. They're asleep by now. This can wait until morning."

"They're not asleep. They're jacking off."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, they know I must be screwing you, 'cause I never came back. They're jacking off like crazy. They were jacking off when I left. After seeing you naked, they had to jack off."

Martha rolled to her back, pulling Greg on top of her, sinking his new erection all the way in. He grabbed a tit in each hand, smiled, and said, "Now, you want to get fucked, huh?"

"No, I'm just using your dick to plug up my pussy to keep the sperm in. If you try to move, I'll shove you off, so just lie there and be a good pussy plug."

"You wanna get fucked. I can tell. You're horny."

"I'd love to get fucked. You made me horny. All this talk about hard cocks jacking off under my roof makes me very horny. The thought of all that yummy sperm going to waste when there's a horny woman here who would love to have it in her mouth, ass, or pussy ... well, it's a crying shame."

"So, quit holding my butt still so I can screw some more yummy sperm in you."

"No can do. Mommies no can fuck sonnies. Sorry."

"Let me go or I'll bite your nipple ... hard!"

He got his teeth poised on her right nipple and she said, "You bite my nipple, and you'll return to your own bed with a sore ass."

With the nipple in his mouth, biting lightly at the base, he mumbled, "Yeah, afta ah fuk ya!"

"I'm warning you, Greg, bite any harder and this will be the last time you'll cum in my cunt."

Smiling, he eased off the turgid nipple and said, "Does that mean I can cum in your cunt any time I want?"

"No, and when you do, you'll have to jack off into my cunt. I'll decide when."

"But at least once a day, right?"

"We'll just have to wait and see. If you approach me right, I find it hard to resist. I think you could get away with almost anything as long as you didn't try to fuck me."

"Even jack off in your cunt with Bill and Brian watching?"

"I think so. When I get turned on, I don't care who's watching. You saw what happened in your bedroom."

"Yeah, that was neat. That really blew them away. They really think I'm a stud, now."

Martha ruffled his hair, then hugged him to her bosom. Greg smiled, then returned to sucking and nibbling the right nipple while toying with the left with his head turned to watch his fingers slide up and down the tall nipple cone. Martha watched him toy with her elongated nipple, wondering what he was thinking.

As though he had ESP, he eased off the nipple and said, "Mom, you sure have long nipples. I never saw nipples like these in Playboy or anywhere."

"Yes, I think they're much longer than average. I would think that most nipples don't get half this long. I have your Aunt Ellen to thank for these."

"How'd you get 'em from her?"

"It's a long story. She stretched them when I was about your age. See those hole scars near the ends. I wore gold rings in my nipples. She hung weights on them. That made my nipples stretch."

"I'm glad she thought of that. I like 'em long. You ought to put the rings back in."

"No thank you. I have to wear a thick bra because of my nipples. Rings would only make it worse and would be even more uncomfortable."

"Don't wear a bra."

"I could go braless. My breasts don't sag, not yet, anyway. I couldn't work that way, though."

"Mom, did you ever think about fucking a girl's pussy with your nipple?"

Martha laughed, then said, "I have to admit, the thought has crossed my mind. Why, do you know any girls that want to get tittie fucked?"

"I'll bet Robby's mom would let you tittie fuck her if you lick her pussy."

"You think so, huh?"

"Sure, she lets other women eat her pussy--lesbian women."

"Do you think I'm a lesbian?"

"No, you're a whore. They're two different things."

"Oh, thanks for clearing that up. Maybe I should get the word 'whore' tattooed on my ass so I don't forget."

"That'd be cool ... no, on your pussy would be better, on top where there's still some hair, but shave it off and just have the tattoo, a giant one that says 'WHORE.' That way, when a guy goes to stick his dick in your cunt, he'll know he's about to fuck a whore's cunt."

"He'll know that when he sees I shave my cunt."

"Yeah, but a tattoo would be better."

Martha laughed and said, "Damn you, you're making me want to turn loose of your mother-fucking ass."

He raised his head and excitedly said, "Really?"

"Relax. I won't."

His head settled to the pillow of her breast. A long silence passed, then he said, "Mom, how is this gonna work, the jacking off in your cunt thing? I mean, you'll need to be ready when I am, and I never know how long till it goes, and when it goes, it goes fast."

"Hummm, I suppose I'll need to present my cunt in a suitable position for penetration from the start, wouldn't I?"

"Yeah, but how?"

"I can think of many ways."

"Name some."

"Well, it depends on how you're positioned and where you are. If you're standing, I could back up to it and squat a bit to line my pussy hole up with the head of your dick. If you're on your knees, I could slide the ottoman over and lie backward in front of you with my legs pulled back. If you're on your back, I could squat over you and sit when you give the word. If you stand on a foot stool, I could just lie back on the table, or bend forward over it."

"Wow, you'd do all that, out there, in the living room or dining room, wherever I am? With Brian and Bill watching?"

"Sure, but you're forgetting one very important thing. You have to get me so turned on that I forget who's watching and want your sperm in my pussy. That'll take some doing when I'm not naked in bed with a horny young man."

"How do I get you that horny?"

"That's your problem. I sure don't want to help. That's embarrassing getting that horny in front of Bill and Brian."

"Aw Mom!"

"Don't aw-mom me. You're doing just fine with no help from me. Just keep doing what you're doing and I'm sure you'll get everything you want except a real fuck."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Look, we need to get to sleep. If you want to jack off in me, go right ahead. I'm going to let go, but you pull all the way out, jack off, then do it by the rules. You can put the head in. But only the head. I'll just lie here with my legs open, waiting, but don't be surprised if I drift off to sleep. If I do, no cheating or all deals are off, and I might fake it to test you. Remember that."

She let go; he pulled out; they each assumed their positions; the game was on. While he abused himself with the head of his dick nestled in the folds of her slimy slit, Martha thought about all she'd done, would do, and would pay for when Sandra got involved and her parents found out.

She laid in the jostling bed, thinking of all the exciting possibilities. She had almost drifted off when a Mighty Mouse of a dick came slamming into her snatch, jarring her wide awake. He fucked his load into her, but didn't technically draw back. He'd ease off, them slam home in rapid succession, a good fucking by anyone's standard.

She then watched her son jerk and push in spasms, but not pull out by even a fraction, and when the warm wet jets subsided, he subsided over her, panting, feeling that he'd blown it big time.

She brushed his hair and said, "Good boy. That's how to sperm a whore's cunt for her. I might make things easier for you and not wear any panties tomorrow. You'd have little trouble getting me by the clit if I weren't wearing panties. Once you get a girl by the clit, she's all yours. Everyone knows that."

He immediately perked up and said, "Really! That'd be great!"

"Look, why don't you return to your bed. I'm sure you're dying to share your good fortune with your brothers. I'll even help you out. If they want proof, get the flashlight, bring them in here and show them the evidence leaking out of my pussy. I'll drift off to sleep on my back on top of the covers, so it shouldn't be too hard. Look all you want, and be sure they get a good look at my pussy hole, but don't turn the light on, and don't wake me up. If you get carried away, and do something stupid, if you wake me up, I'll wear panties tomorrow, maybe even jeans. There's no way you'd get anywhere if I'm wearing jeans. Understand?"

"Yeah. This'll be great."

Greg hopped off the bed and headed for his room. As he reached the door, she called out, "Greg, I'm very tired tonight. I doubt I'll be a light sleeper, so if you need to position my legs or pull my cunt lips open, I doubt that would wake me. I just thought you'd want to know."

He said, "Oh, thanks. We'll be real quiet, anyway."

He started to go, and she said, "And, Greg, I'm calling in sick, and you guys can skip school tomorrow. If you don't tie me up and fuck me all night, I'll shave all the hair off my pussy and wear my shortest dress, my yellow dress with no bra either."

"Hey, great! Hurry and go to sleep."

"I'm asleep."

* * *

Martha laid in the darkness thinking of what lay ahead. Her level of excitement could not get any higher. Giving her kids a carte blanche to explore her body was the stuff of far-out, ridiculous, whimsical fantasy, and here it was about to happen for real. She marveled at how quickly things had changed.

She adjusted her leg position several times, trying to find the ideal pose for maximum exposure without being too obvious. She settled on both legs cocked half-way, bent out and lying flat on the mattress.

This was a good pose but not good enough. Greg, however, had a license to make it better. That thought excited her even more. He was bold without a license.

She hoped he wouldn't go overboard. She wanted to pretend to be fast asleep and be half-way believable in the hope of overhearing their candid discussion of her feminine charms.

Overhearing candid conversations about her feminine charms was one aspect of her brief childhood that she cherished. Her mother and her mother's sister, her Aunt Ellen, often spoke candidly about her in her presence. They didn't care what she heard, saw, felt, or thought, and knew she'd remain as silent and accommodating as the table they talked across.

She was, in their opinion, too desirable to go unmolested in a church so heavily burdened with sexual repression, a gift sent by a merciful and grateful God to ease their burden while they did his earthly work--their sex angel.

At ten, Martha had no idea what a sex angel was, but her mother and Aunt Ellen would giggle after referring to her as such. She soon found out how a sex angel served the flock, and that was no flocking picnic.

Still, it was fun being doted over, made to look sexy, or sexier. They were very complimentary, especially with regard to her between-the-legs anatomy, and were quick to show off that part of her to anyone of importance, anyone ordained by God to pass on blessings that brought good fortune on the family and would ward off evil at the same time.

Martha didn't hold a grudge against her mother, because her mother truly believed, and believed Martha was a sex angel. Aunt Ellen was another story. She was pure evil and an expert manipulator. She sold the sex angel idea, kept selling it, and profited in cold cash. She didn't need their fucking blessings. The Lord helps those that help themselves.

Aunt Ellen would never say that out loud, but when Martha first heard those words as an adult, Aunt Ellen sprang to mind.

Aunt Ellen never waited for good fortune, she was a go-getter, the go-between to the elders in need of sexual relief. She arranged the sessions, then worked with Martha's mother to make the sessions as entertaining as possible, both to impress the chosen elder and to amuse those who Ellen invited to watch, film, or participate--mostly outsiders who paid cash to the church mission fund which Ellen managed and managed to skim liberally off the top.

That was also something they discussed openly in front of Martha. Martha's mother got a light cut which was her mad money that no one knew about except Ellen and little Martha, of course.

Her mother did not immediately go along with everything Aunt Ellen came up with: but gradually, one session at a time, her resistance wore down until she rarely questioned her sister's judgment or her cut.

Aunt Ellen sold the idea that there was nothing wrong with the two of them taking pleasure in the sessions, and it quickly became obvious that they were enjoying themselves. When her mother accepted that idea, Aunt Ellen convinced her sister that there was nothing at all wrong with the child's mother taking sexual pleasure and not hiding that fact, that doing so would put everyone else at ease and heighten the enjoyment of the elder, securing greater blessings for the family.

Her mother was much slower to accept that counsel, but bit by bit, that's exactly what she did, until her mother took on the role of master of ceremonies at a live sex show, a child molestation extravaganza in which every perverse whim was catered to openly, including bestiality. Being married off to a dull missionary preacher who just wanted an occasional missionary fuck was a relief when it came.

She'd have never returned to her hometown or her parent's home had Aunt Ellen not been murdered by a lunatic who thought she was out to eat his liver. Martha smiled when she got that news. He probably wasn't crazy.

The boys were taking much longer than she thought they would. She was sure Greg would go get them and return within a minute after getting a flashlight and some rope. Five or six minutes had passed with no sign that anyone was moving in the apartment. They'd need a flashlight at least, and she listened intently for the rummaging.

"What the hell are they doing?" She wondered, getting anxious and frustrated. "I wonder if Greg is waiting for me to actually fall asleep. Jeez, can't that kid take a hint? Could I have been less obtuse? Do I need to spell out what I want?"

And then she remembered his age. Funny, he seemed so much older now, she mused. Clearly, they were waiting. This made her realize that they would not be as bold as she'd figured. They would try hard not to wake her up, and if they didn't hurry, she might actually drift off and miss the whole thing.

Martha slapped herself and mentally said, "No, that can not happen. There will only be a first time once. Whatever happens, I want to be aware, awake, alert, and I want to remember every detail."

Martha checked her nipples and found them unimpressively droopy. That would never do, so she began the dual pinching strokes that they responded to. She quickly had them re-inflated, up and puckered. Her erect nipples had made a big impression on her boys. Though she knew her pussy took top honors, she wanted everything to be perfect when they made their entrance.

Martha alternately fluffed her pussy parts and used the wetness to stroke on her nipples, imparting a shine to add to the stiffness.

For thirty minutes, Martha kept herself at the brink of a climax, not wanting to go over. Her frustration grew, but the need to sleep totally went away. When she was ready to scream, she heard rummaging. Her heart skipped several beats.

She quickly rechecked her ideal position. She set her head squarely on the pillow, and rested her hands at her sides in a relaxed sprawl. There, she waited another three agonizing minutes, but her nipples stayed up as did her clit. They were coming.

They came on tiptoes, shushing each other with Greg serving as the head shusher. Martha watched through eye slits as they crowded the foot of the bed in almost total darkness. When the flashlight came on, she closed her eyes. Her eyelids lit up. That was a smart move.

Greg whispered, "Okay, she's asleep, but be super quiet, you guys. Remember, if she wakes up, you won't get to see me jack off in her cunt tomorrow."

She heard Bill say, "Shine it on her twat, Greg. Quit stalling."

"No, first, you gotta double swear that you won't try anything with her till I say you can."

Brian whined, "C'mon, Greg, we done went through this. First prove you fucked her. If you told the truth, you'll be the boss. We already swore."

"Swear again, or I'll wake her up on purpose and she'll be pissed at all of us."

They swore. When they concluded the formalities, Martha heard a collective gasp and double wow. She peered through eye slits and saw her crotch in the powerful beam. Her heart beat a rapid tattoo against her rib cage as she could also see their mesmerized faces cast in faint light. They were awed by the sight, but Bill said, "You came on her cunt, not in it."

Greg said, "Okay, you each get a leg and spread 'em wide, real slow. I'll prove it."

Brian said, "While we do this, light up her tits. I wanna see those nipples again."

Martha had to look through meshed lashes as the light came up and hands curled around her ankles. She heard more wows. She felt like saying "wow," and she'd seen the sight countless times. They were mighty impressive at that moment, throbbing under the pressure of her high blood pressure and rapid heart beat--a fully grown sex angel.

They moved her legs very slowly, by fractions of an inch, agonizingly slowly. Three minutes passed and her feet had only traversed twelve inches each. At this rate, they wouldn't have her in a decent spread for another ten. She had to fight not to assist.

Greg helped pass the time by reclining at her chest and toying with a nipple to impress his brothers. He used his finger to bend the turgid nipple down to the flesh, then release it. The nipple sprang back like a shot. Showing off, he took it fully in his mouth and sucked. Bill and Brian wanted a turn, but Greg said they didn't know how to do it right and might wake her.

Martha could now see that she'd created a monster, one who didn't want to share. He probably cut a deal that would permit him to call the shots after the show and tell session.

She didn't like that, at first, but began seeing exciting possibilities the more she thought about it. Teasing two unmercifully while giving one total liberties did have interesting possibilities and would be so unlike her to play favorites.

Greg was already growing careless, tempting fate, and Bill angrily said, "Damnit, Greg, you're going to wake her up. Knock it off."

"So. If I do, I can still get what I want."

Brian threatened, "If we get in trouble because of you, we'll both kick your ass, runt, so leave her tits alone."

"She won't let you touch me, so there. You guys are taking forever. I didn't mean that slow. Get her fucking legs out there, will ya?"

Greg got off the bed and took the left leg from Brian. He gently moved it to lie perpendicular with her torso. He then took the right from Bill and put that leg in the opposite direction, making a "T" of her body. The light was off, but Martha knew she was open down below. She could feel the cool air seep into her vaginal cavity. Greg knelt on the mattress and centered himself between her legs.

As the other two took positions on either side, Greg said, "Are you ready for this?"

Bill said, "Come on, Greg. Turn it on."

Brian added, "Hurry before she wakes up. She can't be comfortable lying like this. You know we won't see anything, that's why you're stalling."

That reverse psychology worked. The light came on. Martha saw three heads in her crotch, and they were impressed heads. Bill said, "Fuck! I don't believe this. Greg actually did it. He fucked her. He fucked Mom."

Brian said, "And came in her pussy. That's the part that blows my mind. You know she can't be on the pill."

Greg proudly said, "She ain't on anything. That's how bad she wants it. She don't even care if she gets pregnant. She loves it when I cum in her pussy."

"She must be nuts to want your cum, any cum for that matter. That's one thing she don't need, another mouth to feed."

"Oh yeah, you just watch her tomorrow. When she sees me jacking off, you'll see what she does."

Bill said, "I'll believe it when I see it, needle dick."

"Fuck you, nigger boy."

Martha cringed. Bill fired back, "I'm gonna kick your ass, you fucking little bastard."

"Oh yeah? Just for that, you'll be last, way last, maybe next month--nigger boy, jungle bunny!"

Martha wanted to get up and whip his little bastard ass, but needed more examining. Brian said, "You blew it, Bill. I'm not taking any chances. If she really has a thing for Greg, and he can get her to do anything he wants her to do, you gotta be nuts to piss him off." Addressing himself to Greg, he said, "You're my buddy, Greg. I'm impressed. Wow, what a pussy. I can't wait."

Bill said, "I ain't buying it. If she'll do Greg she'll do a dog. We're next no matter what he thinks."

Greg said, "Remember our deal. She has to invite you, first. You can't try anything unless I say you can. You double swore."

"I know, but I'm saying she'll be inviting, and I say I'll be next. I have the biggest dick, and if it's cum she wants, I can out cum you two put together. If she loves nigger dick, I'll be her little nigger boy. Man, I can't wait to get my nigger dick in that fine white pussy. She'll have cum running out her ears when I get through with her. I'll fuck her till her nose bleeds."

Brian said, "Yeah right. You keep thinking that, but think about this. She may have a thing for little kids with little dicks. She coulda had her pick in the bedroom, but she picked him. That was an invitation to come and fuck if there ever was one, and she delivered that invitation to Greg. You saw what we got, pecks on the forehead, and she knows you have a big dick. She slipped him the tongue and jacked him off. I thought she was going to kiss him on the head of his dick, then fuck him right there in his bed."

Bill countered with, "That's what he says. We didn't see no tongue action. He just said she slipped him the tongue."

Brian said, "Well, I saw a long kiss on the mouth, and he sure wasn't lying about this. You're fucked, Bill."

"Bite me."

Martha devoured their conversation as intently as she devoured the looks between her legs. She'd never heard anything so exciting and provocative. She did not slip Greg the tongue, but the full-mouthed kiss probably did look like a French kiss. It was certainly long enough.

She hadn't planned to kiss one on the lips and the other two on the forehead, but was now glad she did, as it gave her a game plan: She had a thing for kiddie cock and would do anything to please Greg, ignoring the other two until Greg gave the word.

She liked the idea very much, and Bill would finally get his come upins. More importantly, Greg could finally get to be top dog, if only for a day. Truth or Dare would end his reign, but she'd insure he'd be king for a day he'd never forget and the other two would always remember.

The boys amused themselves in her crotch for thirty more minutes. They grew bolder, and Greg became generous. They each got their fingers wet, but Bill had to lick the slimy slit before getting permission. Brian took a lick just to butter-up the boss. Greg sucked the clit, just to show off.

They then explored her asshole after pushing her legs back. After that, her tits took center stage, then back to the pussy, then asshole again, tits, pussy, asshole, tits, etc., etc., until by five in the morning, Mommy dozed off for real.

She awoke several times before any sunlight showed through the drapes, but didn't give herself away. She awoke once with a dick in her pussy, Greg's. She drifted off during an illegal, slow, full-penetration screwing, then awoke again for the cum shot.

The cum shot was too hard to ignore, so she groaned at the first hard slam, sending the other two diving to the floor.

With the others safely out of sight, Martha went ahead and fully awakened, yawned, and said, "You little devil. You came in here and fucked me in my sleep, didn't you?"

"No way, Mom! I jacked off in your pussy, just like you like it."

"That felt like fucking, Greg."

"It wasn't. Honest. I did it just like last time when you said if I'd do it like that every time, you'd love it."

"Okay. I trust you. Did you put more cum in Mommy's pussy, Greg?"

"Yeah, lots more. Are you happy?"

"You know I am."

"You don't care if I get you pregnant, do you?"

"No, Greg. I'm not taking any precautions because I know you'd like to fuck a baby into me ... I mean, jack off a baby into me. That is what you want, isn't it, darling?"

Greg beamed though his hidden audience couldn't see him beaming. He spoke loud and clear, saying, "Yeah, that's what I want ... Mom, you're not going to invite Brian and Bill to do this too are you?"

"It seems only fair."

"But, I don't want you to."

"Well, I suppose I shouldn't anyway."

"But you will if I say so?"

"To please you? Yes, darling. I'll do anything to please my lover boy, my little stud. I can't let them fuck me, but if you say they can jack off in my pussy, I'll spread my legs real wide for them. I'll even do the jacking. Would you like it if I did that? Would you like to see Mommy get real nasty with Bill and Brian? I'll do it for you, my sexy little lover."

On the floor, Bill grimaced. Brian gave Bill a smile that said, "Told you so. You're screwed, buddy."

Greg said, "Yeah, real nasty. Will you shave all the hair off your pussy and let me write "WHORE" over your cunt with a black Magic Marker, and let Brian and Bill watch?"

"You'd like that, huh? Sure, why not, but you'll have to get me by the clit so it'll look right. I'll let you show off at my expense. Write all you want. I'll be your personal whore for a week. How's that?"

"Just a week?"

"Yes, and that might end before a week's up. I'll decide how long to play along, but I'll set aside one week if you honor your promises. If you're real good and keep my pussy full of fresh sperm, I may extend it indefinitely. We'll see, but I want lots of yummy sperm."

"You'll get all you want, Mom."

"Yes, well, right now, your whore needs more sleep," She yawned and stretched. "You just lie still and keep my pussy plugged ... while I ... relax ... and ... ... ... ... ... ... ... zzzzzzzzzz"

One minute passed in silence, then Greg softly said, "Mom?" Ten seconds later and a bit louder, "Mom!"

Bill and Brian poked their heads over the mattress, got the all clear, then stood looking down on the incestuously joined couple. Greg got up on his knees to show them his buried dick, grinning. He said, "Are you guys satisfied, now?"

Brian said, "Sure thing, Greg. I never doubted you, remember?"

"What about you, nigger boy? Who's the boss?"

"You are. Anything you say goes."

"Yeah? Prove it. Get on your knees and suck off Brian like a queer. Swallow his dick juice, too, every drop."

This shocking challenge had Martha wide awake, dying to see what Bill would do. Her eyes strained at the corners of her partially sealed lids. The room was now cast in early morning twilight, and she could see them plainly. Bill said, "Aw, Greg, don't make me do that."

She saw Brian extract a five-inch erection and pose it for the honor. She saw Bill drop to his knees before his brother after getting no reprieve, then to her utter astonishment, she watched Bill's mouth engulf his brother's cock and begin sucking.

Moments later, he was sucking and sputtering, gulping and swallowing. Martha never saw anything so erotic until Bill dutifully licked the softening dick and his own lips, getting every drop of dick juice. He wanted her badly and was taking no chances. He even milked the spent appendage to make certain.

While watching his big brother lick the last drop from the tip of his dick, Brian said, "You suck cock like a true faggot. I knew you'd like to suck my dick, you queer."

Greg said, "Okay, Brian, now it's your turn to do Bill."

"WHAT! But Greg ..."

"Do it or else, and don't miss a drop or else. Do it like a true faggot, or you won't be getting any of Mom's pussy."

This put a smile on Bill's face as he fished out a much larger erection, at least seven inches over adult-size balls. Greg dropped to his knees, took the big rod in hand and licked all over the shaft before sucking the bulbous head into his wide mouth.

He made the task look so good. Martha was sorely tempted to end the charade, get down on her knees, and worship her number one son's magnificent dick alongside of Brian. She instantly regretted going along with the game.

She wanted that dick now. She knew she'd never last out a full week. Somehow, she had to convince Greg to start sharing the goodies as soon as possible. She recalled that she did tell him she wanted lots of fresh cum. Well, she decided, however much he could deliver, it would not be enough. The brother that could help out the most was clearly Bill, and he made that more obvious when he exploded in Brian's unprepared mouth. Sperm gushed from the corners of Brian's mouth and the force made him gag.

Sperm came from everywhere, even out his nose, and they were all awed at the volume pouring down Brian's neck. He must not have swallowed any and he took a big squirt right in the face when he backed off to catch a breath. When he hurriedly tried to get reconnected, a shot went up his nose. He backed off and took the last three ropy strands across the forehead in abject surrender.

It was quite a scene, and Brian was quite a mess. He looked sheepishly to his grinning kid brother and said, "I wasn't ready."

"That's tough. Bill gets to go first, but only when I say so. You have to wear his cum for losing, and it still better be there when Mom gets up."

"You're crazy. I can't let Mom see me like this. She'll know what it is."

"Yeah, cause you're gonna tell her. Don't laugh, Bill, cause you're both gonna tell her you like sucking each other off."

"Greg! No! Why?"

"Yes, 'cause I said so. What I say goes, remember? When you guys get hard-ons, let her see you sucking each other off. She'll like seeing that, 'cause she'll know she made you horny, and that'll make her horny, and when she's horny, she'll want me. You better do it, too."

Brian and Bill looked to each other, then shrugged. Brian said, "Okay, Greg, we'll play along, but you'd better be good to us or you'll be on your own, and there's no way you can keep her satisfied by yourself. We might need you, but you need us too."

"Yeah, well, I say you need me more than I need you, so you better do what I say."

Their voices had raised steadily and were almost at normal levels. Before they got any louder or got into a fight, Martha made a stretching motion that ended the discussion and sent the two standing by the bed diving for the door. They were gone when she opened her eyes and said, "You're still on the job, I see. What time is it? Seven ten, already? I must have tossed and turned all night."

"Are you getting up now?"

"Yes, I may as well. I need a shower ... no, a hot bath. No more showers for me. Come on, stud, unplug and hop off."

Greg unplugged and got to the floor. As she passed by on the way the bathroom, he said, "Bill and Brian were sucking each other off when I went back to the bedroom, so I came back to stay with you."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, that's how horny you made them."

"I did? I made them so horny they wanted to suck each other's cocks?"

"Yeah. Do you like that?"

"I love it. I'd love to see them do that. Do you suppose they'd let me watch?"

"I can make them do it for you. They're queers. They'll love doing it."

"Oh, I love it. I love watching queers. God, that makes me so horny. Greg, you simply must get them to perform for me. I want to see everything that queers do to each other, everything. I'll be such a good whore for you, Greg, and I'll be satisfied with just your sperm. I wouldn't want to take any away from them."

"No sweat. I'll keep you full, but I'll see that you get some of theirs too. You'll see."

On the far side of the bed, Bill and Brian appeared to be getting root canals without the anesthetic.

She turned to enter the bathroom and Greg said, "Don't forget to shave all the hair off your pussy."

"I didn't forget."

* * *

Martha took extra time making herself pretty, doing her hair and makeup as though getting ready for a hot date, though she'd never been on a hot date. Still, she knew what hot looked like and the yellow dress was hot all by itself. The yellow dress was her first dress purchase since leaving her husband, and she bought it for a hot date.

Cut low in front with a short hem, with a trim, form-hugging waist, she looked hot in the extreme. Worn without a bra and with high heels and nothing on her legs, she looked positively vulgar and she posed before her dresser mirror to study the effect. Stunning, absolutely stunning.

The boys were all up and waiting for her to cook breakfast. Normally, she'd do that in a flannel robe and slippers, then get dressed for work after they all left for school. They'd be surprised.

Martha lifted the front hem to look at her totally denuded pussy again, marveling at the difference removing her small pubic patch made. Now, she had a whore's cunt, a real whore's cunt. All it needed now was a label.

Martha fluffed her cunt innards and made everything wet and juicy. She reached inside the top and twirled her nipples to get them standing tall, then squared her shoulders and looked at her reflection once more before going out. "Oh, you nasty fucking whore! You vulgar bitch."

She turned her back to the mirror and bent from the waist, looking back to see her shiny pussy pouch, her split peach, her hairless cunt, her slut cunt, and she smiled. Folding the waist of the dress under the wide belt worked like a charm to reduce the skirt length to the ridiculous. It only took a slight bend to show pussy. Snipping the elastic of the top also worked like a charm for allowing her tits to hang in the open when she bent forward, although she needed hard nipples to keep the top up when she stood straight. Keeping her nipples stiff was not going to be a challenge.

Ready as she'd ever be, Martha emerged from her room and assumed a sultry sexy pose against the door frame. She was Ann Margaret, only Ann never looked that sexy in her life. The boys never saw their mother look that way, not ever. They all stared with wide eyes, mouths agape, and tongues hanging like Mongoloid idiots. Martha took that as a look of approval and sauntered on up to the table with an exaggerated sway in her feline stride.

Greg sat at her place at the head of the table with Bill and Brian sitting together along Greg's right so that they'd all be facing the bedroom door. Greg was furthest with Brian being closest. Logic and tradition would have her start with Brian for the morning kiss and what-do-you-want-for-breakfast formality. She made straight for the king.

She walked around his chair, twirling a finger in his hair before striking a sexy pose between him and the other two, saying, "Do I look pretty, Greg? I wore this just for you, sweetheart."

"You look like a fucking slut."

Martha heard the sharp intake of breath coming from her rear and smiled to Greg, saying, "I thought you'd like that look. I was trying to look slutty."

"I do, but you don't look slutty enough. Your ass, cunt, and tits need to be showing. Just wear the belt and high heels."

"Well, all right, if that's what you prefer."

She removed the belt, then the dress, then placed the belt back and assumed her sexy pose once again, saying, "How's this, slutty enough?"

"No, you still don't look slutty enough."

He held the marker with the cap off, so Martha said, "How can I look sluttier?"

Greg stood and pushed on her chest until she laid back on the table with her feet still touching the floor. He immediately wrote SLUT in bold letters across her entire chest, turned one tittie into a bull's-eye and turned the other into a clown face with the nipple being the nose, a black nose to match the bull's-eye of the other.

From tits to belly button, he drew his spewing hard-on with balls, his best vulgar cartoon. He dropped to her lower abdomen and wrote WHORE right over the mound from hip bone to hip bone, wrote I LOVE TO FUCK down the right thigh and I'M A SLUT down the other, then pushed both legs up and told her to hold them.

Thrilled beyond her wildest dreams, Martha held her legs wide by holding to the heels of her high heel shoes, launching both brothers from their seats to see the vulgar beaver she presented for Greg's next piece of shithouse graffiti.

Greg turned her cunt into a cartoon face with a vertical smile, then wrote across both inner thighs--FUCK MY CUNT, placing the "M" on the right cunt lip and the "Y" on the left. He then told her to flip over. Martha flipped.

He drew crude drawings all over her back. On her left ass cheek, he wrote, FUCK MY ASS. On the right, he wrote, CUM IN MY CUNT. Down the backs of both legs, he wrote, FUCK ME, I'M A WHORE and LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK. For a final touch, he had her pull her cheeks apart so he could turn her coral-pink anal rosebud into a jet-black bull's-eye. Then, he fucked her ass and came in her cunt.

While getting her ass royally reamed with a small pair of big balls slapping her in the pussy, the thought occurred to Martha that Robby had nothing on her little Greg. While lifting up and pulling her cunt lips open for the cum shot, the thought occurred to her that Sandra had nothing on her. Bill and Brian were thinking the same thing, Ann Margaret neither.

After creaming her slut twat, Greg slapped her ass and told her to get down. Martha, like a slapped slut, eased down off the table as Brian and Bill returned to their seats, scratching their heads and mumbling to themselves. Martha smiled behind their backs then returned to the same spot to assume the same sexy pose, saying, "Is this better, now, darling?"

"Yeah, now you look like a fucking slut. Turn around all the way, real slow. Yeah, stick out your slut pussy. Actually, you look like a fucked slut."

Martha looked down to her spermy pussy and spermy legs and had to agree. After assuming a wide variety of vulgar poses designed to exhibit her spermy pussy, Greg released her to do her breakfast duties.

She went to Bill, bent low to kiss his forehead, placing two comical boobies in his face as she said, "What would you like for breakfast, Bill?"

While staring at her tits, he said, "Bacon and eggs."

She went around to Brian and gave him the same treatment. While watching his kid brother's semen slip from between creamy cunt lips, he said, "Same here."

She then went to Greg, tilted his head up and gave him the French kiss to end all French kisses--long, deep, and continuous, then eased off to say, "What would you like to eat, darling?"

"I want to eat your cunt with butter and syrup, but wash it first."

Martha kissed him and said, "Anything you want, darling." She returned to the bedroom, slow and sexy, stopped at the door, wiggled her ass, then disappeared.

Once in the bathroom, leaning back on a closed door, she let out a long breath in one word: FFFFFFUCK!

In the dinning room, a pair of long-breath FFFFFFUCKS joined hers. Greg beamed.

Martha gave herself a whore's douche by squatting in the tub and pressing her cunt to the flow with her hand cupped to direct water up her snatch, a trick she learned from her Aunt Ellen. Church people don't like sloppy seconds after dogs or pigs. She also ran her eyes over Greg's graffiti and was reminded of her mother's work, only she used red lipstick and drew better pictures. No one could freehand a little girl impaled on a stallion's cock like dear old Mom. This was like old times and gave Martha tingles.

Martha returned fresh and clean, smiled as she passed by the table, then got a stick of butter from the fridge and the bottle of maple syrup from the cupboard. She went to the head of the table, reclined in front of Greg, then made a big beaver that again launched the brothers.

Martha waited until Bill and Brian were in positions at either hip before sliding the stick up her hole. She pinched the very end and fucked herself, quickly rounding off the square edges under awed expressions. When she had a round stick the size of a hot dog and melted butter running down to smother her anal bull's-eye, she drew the stick out and ran it over all of her pink cunt innards making them greasy.

She then set the butter down and picked up the syrup. She poured syrup straight into her hole, then all inside the slit, set the bottle down and said, "There you are, darling, buttered and syrupy pussy, fresh and warm just for you."

Greg wolfed down his breakfast while Martha squirmed under his slavishly sucking mouth. He took fifteen minutes to finish his breakfast, induced three orgasms, and had his mother masturbating at the end. When he finished, Bill said, "I think I'll have what Greg had."

Martha swung her legs to the side and hopped down, saying, "No substitutions. Besides, I understand you and Brian have discovered your homosexuality. I wouldn't dream of feeding either of you pussy. That would not be kosher food for cock suckers."

Greg laughed. Brian started to say, "But, Mom, we're not really ..." Then caught himself, looked to Greg, then said, "All that hungry. Cereal will be fine." Bill said, "Me, too."

Martha embraced both boys, hugging them together, saying, "Great. I'd rather not cook. I must say, I am thrilled at this news, about you two being queers. I think male homosexuality is so sexy, I mean just the idea of a boy with another boy's cock in his mouth ... well, I get goose bumps ... and boys kissing like lovers do ... oh god, I just love it. I'm so glad you two have each other. Kiss for me--would you--please?"

Dread and abject mortification was on both faces as Greg said, "Yeah, kiss like you guys do in the bedroom. Show Mom how you like to French kiss while playing with each other's dicks. Show her or else."

Martha stepped back and added, "Please, please do. Don't be shy. Here, let me get your dicks out."

The boys stood and watched their mother free their hard dicks, then step back expectantly, but it was Greg's threatening glare from behind her that made them reach for each other's dicks and bring their lips together. More threatening looks had them Frenching. More had them in a passionate embrace, jacking each other off.

Martha got on her knees and caught their loads without touching her mouth to their dicks. When she stood, she kissed half into each boy's mouth and then said, "There you go. Enjoy. Go ahead and swallow. I know how much queers love sperm."

First Brian gulped, then Bill. While they ate their cereal, Greg reclined nude on the table between them. She sucked him off the way she sucked off dogs for her mother: visual, energetic, long, deep, taking the full load in her mouth. Naturally, she gave half to Brian and half to Bill. Sperm didn't seem to go well with Fruit Loops.

* * *

Bill and Brian stuck with their roles and got better and better as the day progressed. By noon, you couldn't tell they weren't two queers that were madly in love with each other. Greg got all the pussy, ass, and mouth he wanted and his dick was in one or the other all day long.

Brian and Bill fucked each other in the ass while watching their kid brother get the works from the sexiest woman they ever saw, which kept their dicks hard, and they took hard dicks out on each other. One hour before Robby was due at four, they were all fucked out, worn out, and sick of sex, homo or hetero.

Greg wasn't much better and wanted Martha to leave his dick alone, go wash all that shit off, and get dressed in decent clothes. He also told her to stop acting like a slut. Martha pouted, acted reluctant, went off, and got decent. Once behind the bathroom door, she cracked a huge smile.

Martha soaked in a hot tub, reflecting on the past twenty-four hours of almost non-stop sex, the countless orgasms she'd had, and the many erotic sights she'd seen. She hadn't had such a day since she was twelve when the Crusaders for Christ had their convention in New Orleans. Without eels and snakes, that would be tough to top.

Martha laid back and reflected on that bizarre convention. The six-foot long, two-headed king snake alone made that tough to top. You rarely find a king snake that doesn't mind being fed tail first up a little girl's ass, content to ride with just six inches of his two-headed head sticking out, but Ellen found one in New Orleans. Finding men to fuck her with the snake up her ass was another challenge. With two mouths full of tiny fangs for two tender balls, most men had trouble getting it up.

They found plenty that wanted pictures of her pussy full of eels with the snake sticking out of her ass. That was kinda fun. Being bound so severely wasn't. A little girl's feet weren't meant to be taped flat together behind her head with her arms wrapped around the legs and taped behind her back. With a constricting snake five and a half feet up her colon, that can get damned uncomfortable, damned quick. Still, it was a Kodak moment worth a hundred bucks for almost a hundred horny Shutterbugs for Christ.

Martha thought about her mother and all the far-out kinky shit she got into back then. It didn't take much to get her into it, either. She often wondered where it might have led if her father hadn't walked in on a rehearsal with a goat and married her off in a hurry. The stallion was next, and they were serious.

Her mother still had those kinky desires, not as bad as when Ellen was around and pushing, but they were still there and wouldn't take much to bring them to the surface. She ached to have her pussy sucked once again and was dying to take a long, slow piss in her mouth.

Her horny and sexually frustrated mother hinted enough while they lived under their roof for five months following the divorce. Almost everything Martha was likely to put in her mouth reeked of pussy. Food, utensils, cups, glasses, her toothbrush, all were slyly wiped in maternal pussy. And at dinner, Martha got served her favorite--lemonade with no pulp or sugar and warm. Martha knew what it was, but drank it anyway rather than create an embarrassing scene or contradict her smiling mother.

"How is your lemonade, dear?"

"Fine, Mother."

"Hey, Mom, can I try some."

"No, dear. Drink your milk."

Martha smiled as she recalled the many recent dinners when she drank piss from a glass and ate pussy carrots with a pussy fork, giving her mother a cheap thrill with no one being the wiser. It might be kinda nice to tickle her fancy once again, fuck a dog or two, maybe a stallion--possibly. Ummm, a stallion. All that cock. I wonder who she'd get to watch? Greg, Brian, and Bill would top her list for sure. She'd love to debase a mother in front of her sons. Ummm, a stallion. Yes, they'd love that. I think it's time we paid Grandma a friendly visit.

She put stallions out of her mind and began scrubbing off graffiti. Robby would arrive soon and she had to look decent. She didn't know why. He'd love seeing what Greg wrote. Greg was getting too possessive, taking that darling shit seriously. The boy was falling in love, and no one wants a slut lover. That had to be it, and Martha knew she had to nip that in the bud right away. She stopped scrubbing. It wasn't coming off anyway.

Martha dressed in her work clothes--a modest skirt, a long-sleeve blouse, sensible shoes, bra and panties, but still some letters showed below the knee-length hemline and in the center of her chest. The L and U of SLUT showed with the two top buttons open, the way she normally wore a blouse. WHORE was on one calf, COCK was on the other, and when she sat, you could see FUCK and CUNT above the knees. Robby would have a field day just with what he could see. Tough shit.

Martha had a plan, squared her shoulders, then marched out and called her younguns together. Bill and Brian came holding hands and Martha slapped their hands apart, saying, "Stop doing that. I know you two aren't queer. GREG, get in here!"

Greg came from his room and yelled, "What do you want, slut?"

Martha waited until he came within reach, then slapped him to his ass. He sat rubbing a bright red spot on his cheek, wearing an expression that said, "What the fuck was that for?"

Martha dragged him to his feet and said, "You kids listen and listen close. I am nobody's slut, certainly nobody in this apartment. I played along to see how far you sex maniacs would take this, and I must say, I am shocked. Brian and Bill, you two should be ashamed of yourselves. No one needs pussy that badly. Honestly, you boys, all three of you, are pathetic. You all need slut girlfriends.

"Evidently, motherhood is not sacred to any of you, and you respect me the way your respect your socks. I'm just something you cum in, something to wipe your dicks on, something to share and pass around, or keep all to yourself."

Greg, still rubbing, said, "God, Mom, it was just a game."

"Well, get this straight, and get it good. I am your mother. You are my sons. I will decide who I have sex with, and if I choose one of you, consider yourself lucky. Don't brag about it. Don't rub anyone's nose in it. Do the best job you can, and hope I choose you again. If you aren't chosen, don't pout. You have no right to be a mother fucker anyway. You certainly have no right to be proud of it regardless of what Robby says. Robby is a mother fucker and if that were general knowledge, he'd be a laughing stock. He's not bragging to anyone else, is he?"

Brian said, "He is in Mrs. Elder's class."

"Yes, well, Judy Elders is a slut, a real slut. Unfortunately, she's not a mother with three boys. I wish she were. She'd keep her philosophies to herself. The point is, I have no qualms about committing incest. You three obviously don't, so we will be fucking from now on, when I say and with whom I choose, and the only people I want knowing that are us, Robby, Sandra, and my mother."

Bill said, "You want Grandma to know?"

"Yes, she'll be thrilled to hear all about it from each of you, so tell her the truth. Tell it down and dirty. The nastier you get, the more she'll love it."

Brian said, "Wow! Say, Mom, Judy Elders wants all the guys in class to fuck their mothers and report it to the class. I don't want to be the only one that says I can't do it."

"I had no idea she was that into it. Sandra mentioned she'd be teaching sex education in the raw, but that's down and dirty. I approve. Okay, if everyone is doing it, go ahead. You may be one by tomorrow. We'll see how things go tonight. Frankly, you all look too pooped to pop. I think Robby will have me all to himself."

Greg said, "Are you really going to let him fuck you?"

"With all this shit you wrote on me, I doubt I'll be able to stop him. This crap doesn't wash off. It wears off, and I have to work at the bank tomorrow with WHORE, SLUT, FUCK, and CUNT showing."

Bill said, "We could block in the letters so it can't be read."

"I thought of that, but I think I'll leave them. The customers won't be able to see, and the girls I work with will get a big charge out of it. Mr. Branson will probably call me to his office and want to see it all. Who knows; I might get a raise out of it. I know I'll get a rise."

Greg said, "Mom, you're talking like a slut, now--DON'T HIT ME!"

"I wasn't going to hit you. I am a slut; at least, I am now. I like being called a slut, but you'd better be smiling when you try it."

Greg smiled and said, "You slut."

Martha kissed him, smiled, and said, "Thank you. If anyone would know, you would, you mother fucker."

That had them laughing. Martha halted their laughs to say, "Look, Robby will be here soon and I'd like to play this straight. You boys go put regular clothes on and rejoin me at the dining table. We'll discuss it there."

The boys were back after a brief absence and everyone took their usual places. Martha called the meeting to order and said, "Okay, here's how we're going to play this. The three of you raped me last night. You tied me up while I was sleeping, then raped me and wrote all this shit on me. You missed school today because when I got free, I put you all on restriction, kept you home, and lectured you about the proper way to treat women, and mothers in particular. We now have an uneasy truce, but I know I'll have to sleep with one eye open."

Bill said, "So, we're still bad but you're tying to make us be good by reasoning with us."

"That's it exactly. I know I'm no match for all three of you, so I have to be very careful with my limited power to control you. I'm trying like hell to get along and be friends, and I'm doing good until Robby shows up and influences you to be bad boys again. Do you guys know about this Truth or Dare thing he plans to pull?"

Bill said, "Yeah, do you?"

"Yes, Sandra told me all about it. I love it. I want to play. I will let myself get suckered into that game with no way out, bound by my promises. Let Robby set the pace, but when things get heavy, I want you guys to lay it on me thick, anything goes, the filthier the better, and I'll give you a tip. I love being pissed on and I drink piss like lemonade. By the way, Grandma's lemonade is piss right from her pussy."

All wide eyes said, "Mom, are you serious?" but Brian said the words.

"I am dead serious. No one pisses in a toilet tonight. I am the toilet. Let's try to keep this in the kitchen or dining room. We can't be getting piss on the carpet or furniture. Drink lots of fluids. We have plenty of Kool Aid, and I can empty myself when I get full, so keep filling me up."

Greg said, "Mom, this is great. I love it."

"Everyone does. As far as I can tell, it's the universal turnon, both for those receiving and those watching. I don't know about those doing it, but I learned to love it. Tonight, I'll act like I hate it, can't drink another drop, but just keep pumping me full of piss. My belly will bloat out to here and I'll slosh when I move. Robby will love it and so will Sandra when she shows up with her friend, or friends. You guys will get to see your mother sucking on pussies. I'm sure you'll all like seeing that."

They let her know she was right in no uncertain terms. She laughed and said, "I haven't sucked a cunt since I was thirteen, but I suck a mean one and I'm dying to get back into it. Wait till you see what your mother can do with a pussy. If you think I suck cock good, you haven't seen anything. I can make a woman piss when she doesn't want to piss and get every drop that's in her bladder. Of course, with Sandra and any woman she's likely to bring, I doubt that will be much of a challenge."

Bill said, "Mom, you're too much. Where did you learn all this stuff?"

"Your dead Aunt Ellen and your Grandmother. I certainly didn't learn anything from your father, not your biological father, I'm talking about your reverend Daddy. By the way, you are all bastards. I had a hard time adjusting to one man with a little dick. Mom raised me to be a bisexual slut, and he made me be a good Christian wife. He wouldn't even let me suck and fuck the animals. I like slut better."

Wide-eyed Greg said, "You sucked and fucked animals? What kind of animals?"

"Dogs, goats, pigs, snakes, eels, rams, monkeys, chimps, llamas, ponies, a donkey, frogs, tadpoles, geese, roosters, raccoons, a black leopard, just about any animal Mom could get in my cunt, up my ass, or down my throat. Hold on. I know you have a million questions. Save it for Truth or Dare. I'll tell the truth."

Greg said, "Tadpoles? How do you fuck a tadpole?"

"You don't, but thirty-three bullfrog tadpoles will fit in a little girl's cunt. A hundred will go up her ass, and she can swallow dozens without throwing up. They get fucked if they wind up in her ass or belly, and the ones in her pussy she has to suck out and swallow, so they get fucked, too. That's how you fuck a tadpole, and I have fucked thousands of bullfrog tadpoles. We lived in South Florida, and you can always find plenty of bullfrog tadpoles in South Florida--leeches, eels, and slugs, too."

Brian was the most fascinated, so he spoke first, saying, "You said you sucked them out? How could you suck them out of your own pussy?"

"I knew I should have kept quiet. All right, since we have to wait on Robby, I'll tell you all about the tadpoles. My Aunt Ellen, your grandmother's sister, liked to put on perverted demonstrations for people. Bestiality along with cunt and piss sucking were favorites. The tadpoles were a big hit as an opening act, a warm up. Bullfrog tadpoles are big, as big as a man's thumb, thick and slimy. They get in your body and squirm all around. She loved shoving tadpoles up my cunt just to watch me squirm. One would do it, three were better, a dozen was best. More than a dozen and they're too cramped to do much squirming.

"She'd put a dozen up my cunt, put tight panties on me, then make me go to church or school. Eventually, they'd all die, but not for hours, and while they were alive, they drove me crazy. She loved doing shit like that to me. Usually, one or two would wriggle out of my pussy and be trapped in the crotch of my panties where they'd wriggle like crazy against my clit. Try sitting through a boring sermon between your mother and father, having one orgasm after another while trying not to show it.

"Try standing up in front of a class full of students and reciting the Gettysburg Address with three tadpoles doing a death throe on your clit. They all thought I had to pee so bad that I'd grab my pussy, so the teacher would send me to the bathroom. When I got there, I peed through my panties because I didn't dare take a chance of losing one into the toilet bowl. Once they hit that water, they're gone. If Aunt Ellen put twelve in, she wanted to see twelve bodies or I got the belt."

Greg said, "Wow, Mom, Aunt Ellen was a cool lady. That's neat."

"I didn't think so at the time, but you're right, it is neat. The trouble is, neat wasn't enough. With her, if one is good, two is twice as good, ten is super good. She decided I needed some up my ass, so she gave me a deep enema to clear my shit out and poured several dozen into my ass along with the water they needed to swim and survive in. Those would last all day and swim all through my insides from my asshole to my stomach. I couldn't even shit them out because I dare not drop my panties. My whole body felt alive and crawling, but that wasn't enough, so she made me swallow a dozen live ones so my belly would be crawling with them, too."

Bill said, "How could you swallow a live tadpole?"

"Back then, if my Aunt Ellen told me to eat a dog turd off the sidewalk, I knelt and ate. She just put the tadpole on a spoon and said open wide. She dumped that wriggling, squirming thing in my mouth and said, swallow. I swallowed. Later, she fed them to me from her pussy. She'd stuff one in and I'd suck it out and swallow.

"In the act she worked out, they held me upside down with my legs in the splits, then poured a gallon of tadpoles into my empty ass and also filled my pussy. They set me on my back and I had to suck them from my cunt and swallow what I sucked out. Back then, I was very limber and could lick my own asshole, so sucking my own cunt wasn't that hard. I could use my gut muscles to squeeze them to the top, then simply slurp whatever wriggled out. It was a huge hit with the perverted church elders, but it was the normal, everyday, run-of-the-mill, church ladies that went absolutely bonkers when they'd see that.

"Ellen used the tadpoles to break the ice with the nice ladies that got tricked into watching a child being sexually molested. They'd see that first tadpole being pushed, wriggling and squirming up my little hairless pussy, then watch me go from a crying, begging, pleading little angel to a writhing, masturbating, little slut. They never said another word of protest after that. They'd be all eyes and juicy twats, eager to see more, and before the tadpole act was through, a sweet little old lady would let an elder shove a tadpole up her pussy for me to suck out in a large crowd that was mostly men.

"That's how you make a lady take a piss in a little girl's mouth, and it's an excellent way to turn a lady into a tramp, and that's how Aunt Ellen corrupted my Mom and the whole congregation. After Mom fed me three dozen tadpoles from her cunt and filled me with her piss before a roomful of church people, she was hooked solid and didn't need Ellen to indulge herself. All she needed was tadpoles and a full bladder."

Bill said, "Wow, it's hard to picture Grandma doing that."

"She ran the shows after that and Ellen set them up. Thousands of tadpoles died in my belly, and every one came from a pussy first, mine or someone else's. I eventually sucked off every female member of the church that was over the age of twelve with the exception of a few very old ones. Church services became just another sex show, and it was during the service that I serviced the women and girls who were of age. Basically, those who had entered puberty, close to a hundred."

Brian said, "Didn't that make you sick?"

"No, but it made my knees and jaws ache. If tadpoles stayed in my belly too long, yes, but I usually purged my bellyful when the show was over, just like I do with piss."

"Yeah, but what about all those tadpoles you ate and piss you drank, and how could anyone drink that much piss?"

"A full belly of piss or tadpoles will make you queasy if you have to digest it. Mom didn't care if I purged tadpoles, and the same for piss as long as no one saw, including her. She liked the idea of me having to digest her piss, so I only purged her piss if I had to drink a lot from a lot of different people. Mostly, it was to make room for more. Her piss alone I can handle with no sweat."

Bill, looking skeptical, said, "What about this thing you did during church service? I mean, that seems so weird. I mean, that had to be a lot of piss if even half pissed in you. That can't be the same church we went to."

"The very same. Almost all of them pissed, and they weren't shy about it. Keep in mind that by this time, they'd all seen shows, lots of them. Whole families watched. It was all out in the open. I was a sex angel. They all bought into it, or went along is more like it. I don't think anyone seriously bought that bullshit, not even Mom. She wanted to believe it and so did everyone else, but that took time before the whole congregation was onboard and we could move the sex into the service.

"During church service, Mom followed along in the aisle and dragged a big bucket along. When I got to the aisle, I purged into the bucket, then started down another aisle.

"The church service thing started with me doing a few women, then a few more, then more joined in until by the time I was twelve, everybody was into it and church service was like a show. I was the only one that stayed naked. They locked the doors and everyone stayed in their seats until I came to them. The service was a real service with sermons, prayers, and hymns being sung, only there was a traveling sex act going on. You could tell where the act was by looking to see where all the heads were turned, or seeing where Mom was in the aisle."

Greg said, "Did the women show their cunts or did you just get under their dresses?"

"In the early days, it was all hush-hush and people wouldn't stare. I'd get under skirts and do my thing, then move on. No female wore anything under her dress, and they all wore those loose, formless, ankle-length dresses, just like they still do. Some of the older ladies wouldn't show anything and just lifted the dress for me to get under, but the young ones with nice bodies to show off, took advantage and showed off, accidentally on purpose letting those around them see. Really bold ones put on quite an exhibition, and that got sanctioned from the pulpit.

"Things got progressively more vulgar each Sunday, and each time, the vulgarity was sanctioned and encouraged. In my last year, they'd stand, pull the dress off, then sit and lay their legs over the laps of those beside them. It didn't matter who was beside them, either; husbands, fathers, young sons, little daughters, babies. I was a sex angel sent from God as a blessing on His church, a gift to His faithful, a reward for a life of sexual abstinence and excessive modesty. My services were sanctioned from the pulpit giving any female a temporary license to be free and vulgar. Females were encouraged to get it out of their system in God's house."

Brian said, "I'll bet that made the husbands and fathers mad."

"The men had so many sluts to chose from, they didn't give a shit. Everyone was fucking everyone, and everyone knew it. They just didn't openly admit it. Besides, husbands couldn't say anything if they wanted to. Boyfriends couldn't say anything. Some would stand on the seat of the pew and fuck my face or piss so that everyone knew they were pissing. They'd masturbate, fuck themselves with dildos, get into gymnastic poses, whatever they felt like doing, they did. They used this time to drum up business for their pussies, showing the men what they had to offer and what they could do. Some hardly paid any attention to me, and they didn't want me getting in the way."

Greg said, "How could they fuck themselves with you eating their pussies?"

"I waited until they finished. As soon as I touched them they could start, and after they got off and I cleaned them with my mouth, sucking their piss if they wanted that, too, then I'd move on and they'd have to get dressed and sit down. If they wanted to get off, they had to hurry, because Mom was the time keeper. When she tinkled her bell, they had one minute remaining. When she tinkled again, I'd have to go to the next. Most of them just wanted the piss sucked out of them while they rubbed their clitties. If they made it, great; if not, better luck next time."

Bill said, "Didn't you do anything for the guys?"

"I fucked them all a hundred times over. Any male member of the church could come to our house at any time, day or night, and fuck me any way they wanted to fuck me, as many times as they could. That was put out over the pulpit on my eleventh birthday."

Greg said, "Happy birthday, huh?"

"It was for my mother. She got to watch every single one. The guys were well taken care of, Bill. The church thing was just for the girls, and that was like a pacifier. For three minutes a week, they could do what the men could do all week long. They made up for it, though. They took it out on the little bitch that was getting all their cock."

Greg said, "Did you fuck Grandpa, too?"

"No, your Grandfather hated this and dropped out when he found out about the shows. He didn't buy that sex angel crap. He saw it for what it was and wanted nothing to do with it, the church, or Mom while she went along with it and turned our home into a free whorehouse and his little darling into a whore for Christ."

Bill said, "I'm surprised they never got a divorce."

"They almost did. They didn't sleep in the same room or even speak to each other from the time I was eleven until he married me off to a visiting preacher after finding out about the bestiality and them getting me pregnant by a black man just for kicks. That was his last straw. It was done and I was gone before anyone could do a damn thing about it. He still isn't over it, and Mom is still pissed. Half the people in the church still won't speak to him, though he returned to the church right after I left. He stole their sex angel, and they never got another one from what I understand."

Bill said, "No wonder everyone looks at you so funny. They think their sex angel is back."

"Yes, and she is back as soon as Mom finds out about this. Dad will just have to accept it, but this time, I think he will. He knows what the lemonade is, and I know damn well that some of that was his. He'd like to get some of this fine sex angel pussy this time around. I've seen how he looks at my legs. He wants it almost as badly as you two phony cock suckers."

Bill said, "Mom, you're incredible. You really had a rough childhood, didn't you?"

"From ten to thirteen, yes. Before that, it was typical, so normal it was boring. The rough parts were very rough, but a lot of great experiences were mixed in to balance things out. All in all, I wouldn't want to go back and change anything if I had to change it all. What I suffered was worth it. Nothing done by Mom was done with malice. Mom was nasty, filthy nasty, and I loved almost all of it. Most of the really bad stuff was her sister's doing which Mom never knew about and still doesn't. She never will, because I'll never tell and Ellen went back to Hell where she came from."

Greg said, "What bad stuff did she do?"

"Bad bad, evil bad, but I'm not going to entertain you with it, so forget it, and those questions are off limits during Truth or Dare unless you want me to tell a lie and get challenged so that I'll be forced to take a dare from each of you."

[knock knock knock]

"Okay, that's Robby. Bill, why don't you go out in the hall and fill him in. You have a good grasp of the situation. Don't tell him about tadpoles and fuck shows. Just tell him about the rape and my desire to patch things up and get along. Tell him you already got me to agree to a friendly game of Truth or Dare, that I understand all the rules, and made all the pledges and we're just waiting on him. That'll speed things along nicely."

"I understand."

Bill went out and Martha addressed the others. "Remember, you did a very bad thing last night and I made you feel badly about it, so look that way. Greg, you need to be extra cool. You go overboard at the slightest provocation, and you always try to be cool in front of Robby. For once, act your age, will you?"

"I'm so ashamed of myself, Mom. I'm the one that wrote all that shit on you. Tell him that, okay? I am so ashamed because, now, it won't come off."

"All right, you ham, I'll give you credit, but keep your cool or I'll also tell him that I had to tell you there was a W in WHORE, and where it went."

"It still don't look right to me. It looks like wahore. Mom, I already need to piss."

"Just hold it. I'm sure the piss will be flowing freely as soon as we get the game underway. Robby won't waste any time once Bill gets him filled in."

The door opened and Robby strode confidently in with an erection leading the way. At least it was still in his jeans. Wearing a wicked grin, he came up behind Martha and peered down on her from over her right shoulder, reaching from both sides for the opening of the blouse, saying, "I hear we had a hard night last night. I see somebody's been using you as a writing pad. Let's have a look."

Martha grabbed his hands, but not hard enough to prevent him from exposing her SLUT and popping the third button down, which exposed the creamy upper swells of her breasts--the upper crest of a four-ring bull's-eye on one and a pair of eyes on the other. She pleaded, "Robby, please! We don't need to be reminded of last night."

"What's that on your right boob?"

"It's a bull's-eye. Robby, please!"

"Let me see."

"If I show you, will you behave yourself?"

"Show them both."

Martha unbuttoned her blouse, then pulled the cups down, showing both, then covering them after two seconds of exposure to Robby's laughing eyes. "Hey, that's pretty good. Who did that?"

While she buttoned up, she said, "Greg did. Greg did all the writing and drawing."

"Hey, way ta go, kid. Did you get her snatch, too?"

"Yeah, and her asshole, too ..." Greg seemed to catch himself, looked to his mother's disapproving face, then hung his head and said, "I'm so ashamed. I thought it would wash off. Now, my mom has to go to work with all that nasty stuff on her body, and everyone's going to laugh at her, and her boss will make her strip naked, and then he'll fuck her whenever he feels like it from now on, all because of me."

Martha thought, "The ham."

Robby patted him on the back and said, "Good job, kid. You just made your mother a whore. That's something to be proud of, not be ashamed of. You should stand on your chair and take a bow."

Greg stood on his chair and took dramatic bows to each person in turn, including the unhappy whore who glared at him from the head of the table.

Martha was pissed but not too pissed. It was just a game and not all that important any longer. Robby pulled up a chair on her right side next to Greg. Bill sat across from her, and Brian sat on her left. Robby reached under the table and patted her leg rather high up on her FUCK, but wasn't looking where he patted as he said, "Since I'm the guest of honor, I get to start out. Martha, have you ever sucked off a pony?"

Martha made a face of absolute shame and mortification as she glared at Bill before covering her face in both hands, crying out, "How could you ask me such a thing? This is supposed to be a friendly game. That question is sick and perverted."

"Yes, and if you lie, I'll know you lied. Me and Mom paid your mother a friendly visit after we left here last night. We had to tell her you'd been a naughty girl and got your pussy burned. We thought she might want to kiss it and make it better."

Martha drew her hands down and gave Bill an apologetic look, then looked to Robby with her best look of dread, saying, "You ... you, talked to my mom?"

"Yes, we had a long talk. She brought out the family albums, all twenty of them, and showed us a dozen movies, maybe two dozen. We were there till three in the morning. It's a good thing your daddy turns in early and sleeps like a rock. He doesn't know about the special albums and movies. I'm sure your sons would love to see them, and guess what? Granny is going to show them."

"Oh god, no!"

"Oh god, yes. Now, Martha. Let's play a friendly game of Truth or Dare. Did you ever suck off a pony and swallow his fucking load in front of fifty people, naked, while you fucked yourself with a giant fake dick?"

Martha hung her head and nodded. Robby said, "I'll buy that. Your turn, Martha."

Martha waited for the laughter and talking to die down, then raised her head, squared her shoulders, and tried to put on a good face. She looked to Greg and said, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"All right, I dare you to stand on your seat and recite the Lord's Prayer."

"Aw, Mom, that's not a good dare."

"I don't care. That's what I want, and I'd like you to think about the words."

Greg angrily stood on the seat and rattled off the prayer at record speed, then plopped down and said, "Now, it's my turn and I hope you take truth, Mother. Truth or dare?"

"Wait, you have to pick someone else. I just had a turn."

Robby said, "You can pick anyone you want when it's your turn. Which do you want--truth or dare?"

"I uh ... I ... [looking around from eager eye to eager eye, then to Greg's vengeful eyes] I'll take a dare."

Greg stood, took his pants off, stood on the table and walked to his mother, then stood with widely-planted feet and hands on hips with his semi-erect cock directly overhead. After a dramatic pause while Martha gulped, he said with a big smile, "I dare you to get naked and stand on your clothes with your hands behind your back, then suck my mother fucking cock and keep on sucking my mother fucking cock no matter what comes out until I say you can stop, you fucking whore."

"Greg, you wouldn't! You couldn't. You can't be serious! [Turning to Robby] Robby, this can't be a legitimate dare in a friendly game. I was assured that these dares would not be sexual in nature. They all promised before I gave my word."

"I don't think that dare is sexual and I think that's very friendly. He even smiled while he made the dare and he's still smiling, but if you want it put it to a vote, majority rules."

Martha raised her hand high and addressed Brian and Bill, saying, "Well I vote that it's very sexual. Bill, Brian, we agreed. Raise your hands ... Brian ... Bill? You guys, come on! You know this is sexual. For god's sake, you know he plans to pee in my mouth. Raise your hands ... please raise your hands ... Brian? ... Bill."

Robby said, "Now, all in favor of the dare being friendly and legitimate, raise your hands." Martha looked at four hands held high and her face sank. Good act. "Strip, Martha, or hand over four hundred bucks."

Martha scowled at each in turn, but stripped while scowling, then stood on the clothes, placed her hands behind her back, stared at the penis she had to get on tiptoes to reach with her mouth, then reached and sucked it in, making a sour face as she sucked on his noodle, and the others crowded around her with Robby checking out all the rest of her graffiti.

Greg let out a long relief ahhh. Martha's cheeks bulged as she moaned ughh in agonized shame, the piss overflowed her mouth and ran down her front to drip off her pussy or run down her legs to wet her clothes. Robby said, "Hold up, Greg. Time out."

Martha spit the dick out of her mouth and settled quickly to her heels. She spit and said, "Oh god that was disgusting!"

To Martha he said, "I thought you should know, the rules say, once a person loses their clothes, they have to play the remainder of the game while standing on their seat. You're not going to want to put these clothes back on if you soak them with piss, and those are the only clothes you can wear. It's up to you."

"Are you suggesting that I swallow his urine?"

"Unless you know another way. If you don't swallow, everything that leaks out winds up on your clothes. If you don't mind wearing pissy clothes, don't swallow."

"Oh, you bastard! [looking up to Greg's smiling face] And you. I'm going to remember this. You will rue the day you ever peed in my mouth."

"Okay, Greg, go ahead and finish. Martha, get that dick back in your mouth and start sucking."

Martha raised up and caught the dick and resumed sucking, now making an even better face of revulsion. This time, when her cheeks bulged, she started swallowing, and swallowed steadily as Greg took a long slow piss, making his relief noises all through it while she made noises of disgust--sucking and swallowing all the while.

The boys stood fascinated, watching her stretched throat swallow while her mouth nursed on the pissing dick. She looked like a hungry calf nursing at a sour teat. At the end, after draining his noodle, she continued sucking, only now, she sucked an erect cock, or rather kept up a suction while it fucked her mouth.

Robby shoved a finger up her ass, patted her belly, and teased, "Umm, yummy piss, now we'll get some yummy boy cum to go with it."

To anyone looking on, she looked like a woman going through motherhood hell, having to stretch up to offer her mouth for a fuck while getting her ass and cunt probed. The graffiti alone shown in the position she had to assume would have been enough to drive any ordinary mother into the deepest hole where she would just lie in a fetal ball until someone mercifully pushed the dirt in. Martha was loving it while not showing it, a skill she learned at the age of ten and never forgot.

Martha got a meager offering of sperm but made it look like ball blast. She made two dribbly squirts look like a dozen manly jets. She impressed Robby and that made Greg beam. Greg his limp dick from her mouth and returned to his seat, laughing as Martha examined the damage to her clothes. Everything had wet spots but was wearable, so the game had to wait while she dressed fully and took her seat, looking angry, embarrassed, pissed in, and fucked in the mouth. She looked around the table, then chose Brian, firing, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth?"

"Have you ever sucked Bill's penis?"

"No, never."

Martha slammed her fist on the table and shouted, "I challenge that! I say you're lying."

Robby said, "Okay, let's vote. Majority rules. Raise your hand if you think Brian is lying."

Only Martha had her hand up and she was furious, shouting, "That's not fair! They all saw him do it ..."

Robby interrupted, saying, "It don't matter. The vote is what counts. Now, you have to take a dare from Robby."

"But I choose truth. I am not taking anymore dares."

"Tough, you challenged and lost. You must take a dare from the person you challenged. Well, Brian. What's your dare?"

Martha turned pleading eyes on Brian, laid her hand on his and sweetly said, "Brian, sweetheart, remember our talk, and remember our agreement. Don't be influenced by Greg and Robby. You're a good decent boy, Brian. I'm your mother, sweetheart. Please remember that. Okay, dear, what is your dare?"

Brian grinned devilishly, then said, "Stand on your chair and piss yourself, then use all of your clothes to wipe it all up."

"BRIAN! NO!"

Robby helped Martha onto her seat amid all the laughing jeers, then all eyes were on her legs and crotch, waiting. Martha stood with her face buried in her hands, legs together, dragging out the tension. Someone raised her skirt so they could see her panties, and someone else poked a finger at her pussy as though that would start the flow, and when more fingers joined in the poking, it did.

The boys hooted and hollered as the amber flow wet the panties and ran down both legs. They poked at her pissing pussy and wiped their wet fingers on dry parts of her body. They cupped her pissing pussy and threw or smeared piss on her blouse and skirt. They were being very bad boys, showing her no respect whatsoever. They even honked her hooters, and all moms hate when their kids do that.

She pretended to sob while they soiled her with her own waste, then slowly stopped sobbing after the flow stopped and the abuse tailed off. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and began stripping, ignoring the boys as she did so. She then used her clothes to wipe up all the piss, marched to the kitchen trash can, and threw them all away except for the sensible shoes which she rinsed and set on the counter. She then returned to her chair, mounted it, and stood naked with four amused male sets of eyes devouring her graffiti-clad female form, still wet from piss, titties red from excessive honking. She said, "Now, it's my turn."

Robby corrected, "No, Brian gets to pick the next player, since he was challenged and won."

Martha folded her arms in mock frustration as Brian picked Bill. Bill said, "Okay, Mom, truth or dare?"

With sarcasm in her voice, she said, "How did I know you'd pick me."

"You must have ESP."

"You boys are all going to pay for this. I see what you're up to. You tricked me and put me in this trap. You all conspired against me, but I'm wise to your game and I won't forget this. I'll keep the promises I made and you go right on making up rules as you go along. I won't fight you, but remember this. I will remember everything each and every one of you did to me. I'll remember, and you'll be sorry. Okay, Bill, just tell me what you want me to take. Truth or dare, I don't care."

"Fine, then you're taking a dare, and I dare you to lie on this table and masturbate to orgasm with your legs as wide as you can get them, and you can't fake one because we'll want to see the evidence. You'll have to show us your girl cum when you're all done. If your fingers aren't slimy and gooey, you'll have to go out and walk around the apartment building naked."

This dare brought cheers and applause. Martha, acting shocked, pleadingly cried, "Bill, how could you dare such a thing? How could you even want to see your own mother debase herself that way? I explained to you how women feel about the core of their female anatomy, and how private and personal that area of her body is, how vulnerable she feels when it's laid open, and how deeply personal and private masturbation is to a woman. You said you understood. You said you were sorry. You swore it would never happen again, and now this is the dare you come up with not six hours after our talk. Have you no respect for me at all?"

"Nope, none, not one tiny bit. Do you need help getting up?"

Brian and Robby helped her stand on the table before she could accept or reject Bill's offer. As though all fight left her, she plopped down in the center of the table and fell back with her feet drawn up and her knees flat to each side. She brought both hands to her crotch and began mechanically masturbating by the book--one hand rubbing the clit, one lightly fingering the hole. The boys didn't care. They knelt on their chairs and hung over the crotch area like vultures waiting for something cute and furry to die, and had not Martha been Martha, had she been June Cleaver, she'd have died of shame.

Martha appeared to be staring off in space, trying to ignore all the crude and vulgar things they were saying about her and her splayed beaver. She hung on every delicious word, thrilled by the things they said, resolved to make this act of public masturbation last and last.

Toward that end, she forced herself to remain slow and mechanical in her finger-play when she felt like going at it full bore, heaving and humping, whipping vaginal secretions into a froth, which she would do when the time was right. Twenty minutes later, the boys still weren't showing signs of boredom. They weren't urging her to speed things up or do it any certain way. They liked seeing how she did it all by herself.

When she showed the first sign of something new going on, when she moaned deliciously and gave her pelvis a sensuous roll on a deeper working finger, they all got excited as though the dying bunny had just keeled over. Martha wanted to laugh. She gave them another, then another, and had them dead silent.

Martha teased them mercilessly with her moans and light humps. She used two fingers up her hole and met the deep plunges with small pelvic lifts. She rubbed her clit harder, moaned louder, began rolling her head, breathing faster, and heard, "She's gonna cum!"

Faster and faster, she built one action on another until she had a good uninhibited self fuck going as though she were alone behind a locked door in an empty house and the boys kept shushing each other so as not to remind her of their presence.

Robby whispered that they were about to see a very rare sight, something men never see, what women really do when they're all alone. He further explained that when they show on purpose, it's not the same, that their mother is out of it, and they had to be very, very quiet. Martha wanted to kiss him. He was full of shit, but she wanted to kiss him anyway.

Now, she had to think of something bizarre and unexpected to do, and then it hit her. She brought her fucking fingers to her mouth and sucked them. Four sets of lungs sucked air and she heard four shushes as she went for more. After twenty round trips they were still shushing each other. Obviously, none of the little girls that Robby talked into masturbating for him ever did this. She could picture those little girls with their legs squeezed together on a rubbing hand. Robby was as excited as the others.

Martha had to cum. After thirty minutes of teasing herself to torment them, she'd had all she could stand and went for it. She heaved up and bumped someone's chin, ignored it, and pounded her pussy to mush while wriggling, humping, and squirming on a four-fingered fuck rubbing her clit at a blur until she exploded and screamed out her release.

They were speechless as she fucked herself back to the table, then slowly died and went totally limp.

A collective, "FUCK," was heard, and then someone flicked grape Kool Aid in her face. She stirred, looked around her and seemed to return to the here and now deeply shamed. She modestly covered her pussy.

Bill said, "Now, let's see if there's any girl cum in your cunt, Mom. Show us,"

Martha groaned, inserted two fingers deep, then drew them out and showed ... well, slimy fingers. What else could it be but girl cum. They were satisfied. They aided her back to her seat and allowed her to sit in it when she said she couldn't stand because her legs were too weak to hold her up. They believed her.

Robby said, "Okay, now we start another round. Since it's a new round, I start. I pick Martha. Since she already said the chooser could decide if she took a truth or a dare, I say she takes a dare, and I dare her to take me into the bedroom and fuck the shit out of me like a sex-starved whore. Well Martha, do you think you can fuck the shit out of me?"

Martha hung her head on the table, took a few deep breaths, then reached over and took Robby by the hand. Everyone grinned to each other. Her head came up, she took another deep breath, a breath of resolved resignation, squared her shoulders, then stood. Robby stood with her. They all stood. They all followed. She brought Robby to the bed and began removing clothes from the boy with the shit-eating grin.

After removing the last items, while still on her knees before him, she licked her way up his legs to his dick and then sucked it in. Robby pissed; Martha sucked and swallowed, only this time, she made no sour face. She seemed to come alive when the piss began flowing, grabbed his hips, and sucked hard while making pleasure moans as though ambrosia were squirting from his cock. Robby was so stunned, all he could do was stand there and watch, wondering how ambrosia got in his bladder.

Needless to say, her enthusiastic piss suck was very amusing to her sons. When she drained the last drop and licked at the head while milking the dick for more, they were all smiles. She then gave one of her famous blow jobs almost to completion, a blow job that buckled Robby's legs, making him fall back on the bed.

She eased off the dick then straddled his body, pinning his arms. She raped him while he squealed like a pig. Before he came, she reversed herself and settled with his dick in her ass and reclined backward over his body. She masturbated while giving him a helluva ride. He blew his nut in her ass as she blew hers topside. Now there was even more girl cum which she dug deep for, then showed everyone, then wiped it on Robby's fucked-the-shit-out-of body. He didn't care.

She got up and returned to the table. Since she couldn't claim an inability to stand, she mounted the chair and waited for the others to return. Greg came out right away, came up to her and said, "Way to go, Mom. You're the ultimate. You blew Robby away. This is great the way you're doing it."

Martha smiled and ruffled his hair, then assumed her resigned demeanor as Bill and Brian assisted Robby back to the table. Though naked, he didn't stand on his chair. He couldn't with no shit in him. Martha understood.

She said, "Is it my turn, now?"

Robby looked at her and said, "Yeah, it's your turn."

"All right. I chose Robby. Truth or Dare, Robby?"

"Truth."

"Was I the best you ever had?"

"No, the worst."

"I challenge. All who think he's lying, raise your hands." This time, she had three hands held high joining hers. "Well, I guess you have to take a dare from each of us. Robby, I dare you to let my boys fuck you in the ass. Let's start with Bill."

"WHAT! You can't dare that. This is a friendly game. That's not a legitimate dare."

"I say it is. See, I'm all smiles. Let's put it to a vote. All in favor of seeing Bill fuck Robby in the ass, raise your hands."

Again, she had a quorum. "Sorry, Robby. Hand over four hundred bucks or get that cute butt up for Bill."

Poor Robby had to take a butt fucking from Bill, Greg, and Brian, and the last dare had him eating the load he shot in Martha's ass. After that, he could barely sit and didn't want to play Truth or Dare anymore. Too bad, the game rules said the game had to go on to midnight, no quitters. Martha reminded him of the rules, then said, "Now, do I pick the next player?"

Robby said, "Yeah, go ahead."

"Good. Just to show you I'm a good sport, I pick you, Robby."

Robby perked up, gave her a hard look, then developed a grin and said, "I dare you to offer your mouth to anyone who wants to take a piss from now till the game is over, and you have to swallow every drop that gets pissed in your mouth."

"Very well, if that's the way you want to be. I was trying to be nice, but I see what nice gets a girl. All right, I'll accept that dare. When any of you feel like pissing, just stick your dick in my mouth and do it."

Brian and Bill took her up on the offer and left her with a bloated belly that made her look four months pregnant. Six months was her limit, so she mounted the chair like a pregnant woman, stood there and held her aching belly, made a few groans, brought a few smiles, a big hit, and now it was her turn again, so she chose Robby again.

Pleasantly surprised, he looked around the table, then chose Brian, the one who went easiest on him, his buddy and classmate. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to fuck Bill in the mouth."

For the next hour, Martha stood on her chair and watched the boys go back and forth getting even until no one could raise an erection that could threaten anyone and the motion to end the game was unanimously passed. She was, however, seven months pregnant when she stepped down with help, then was helped to the bathroom where she knelt and worshipped the porcelain god.

At ten that evening, when Sandra showed up with Carol, Donna, Gwen, Judy, Barbara, and a bulldog, the boys were all in bed and Robby wanted to go home. Martha was dressed in her long flannel robe and furry slippers, doing her nails at the table: "Hello Sandra. Who are your friends?"

Sandra looked confused. Her little stud looked all worn out and clung to his mommy. She hugged him and studied Martha, looked at the other women who were equally confused, then said, "This is Carol, Donna. You know Judy. That's Barbara, and the dog is hers. That's Bruno."

Martha eyed the collar and Barbara's scanty outfit, then said, "If that's Bruno, and she's Bruno's Bitch, I'm confused. It would seem she is his. Am I jumping to assumptions here?"

"No, you got it right. All right, Martha. What gives?"

Martha smiled, stood, and dropped her robe, saying, "They got what they were after. You win. I'm a whore, a slut. I'm through fighting it. Tell Mom I'm ready to go back to work, and Judy, I'll work for you, too. I won't work for you or your friends, Sandra. We're equals, all in the same boat. Now, if it's a private party you want, you're all overdressed."

They weren't for long.

The End

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