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Cabin Fever (M+/F, family, nc, v)
By TIFFANY c 1997



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   My woman's intuition told me something bad would result from 
this trip. Brent, my husband, suddenly developed this need to 
commune with nature. Brenda didn't want to go. We had to 
practically drag her to the station wagon. Phil and Carl, however, 
my twin fourteen-year-old boys, were eager to get out into the 
remote wilderness. Brent found the cabin and made the plans. I 
went along like a good wife.
    Once at the cabin, light years from anywhere, my anxiety grew. 
No phone, no electricity, and having no toilet didn't help. We 
weren't there thirty minutes when five armed men burst in on us. 
They pushed Brent before them, bound and gagged. My heart sank. I 
clutched my kids to me and we huddled in a corner. We watched 
helplessly as they shoved Brent into a chair and bound him in 
place.
   After securing Brent, the leader approached us with a leering 
grin. The others crowded around, snickering and laughing. The man 
holding the pistol waved it casually while addressing me. He said, 
"Lady, this ain't your day. You see, we are bad desperados, and it 
looks like we'll be holed up here together for a few days."
   I pleaded, "Please don't hurt anyone."
   "We don't plan to, but then that all depends on you. We have to 
lay low for a few 
days. You see, we just robbed a bank. If everybody stays cool and 
cooperates, nobody gets hurt. You guys can go about your little 
vacation, and we'll move on. I'll just say this once, though. If 
any of you tries anything, sneaks off, or pisses us off, your old 
man gets a bullet right between the eyes, understand?"
   I nodded. He shouted, "I'm talking to all of you." We all 
nodded. "Now, you guys go sit on that couch and let us have a 
little meeting. No talking."
   We moved quickly and took seats. Brenda hugged me like a second 
skin, trembling in fear. I tried to soothe her by placing my arm 
around her and stroking her forehead. I worried about her as I 
observed the men staring at her and laughing. My Brenda is an 
absolute dream, a real beauty at sixteen. The lust in their eyes 
was quite obvious.
   As I studied the five men, something told me that they weren't 
really dangerous.  They acted the part, but it looked like an act. 
I took some comfort in that; it's all I had to cling to.
   After a brief discussion, the tall leader came over and said, 
"You're going to have to entertain us while we're here. If we get 
bored, we get dangerous. Why don't you start by unwrapping this 
gorgeous doll for us.
   My heart stopped. I pleaded, "Please, don't touch my kids, I 
beg you.
Do what you want with me, but leave them alone."
   "Get her up and strip the bitch, now!"
   "Please, she's just a child."
   He calmly walked over to Brent, put the gun to his head and 
said, "You have five 
seconds to do what I told you."
   Brent squinted and cringed. I leapt to my feet and dragged 
Brenda to her feet. He said, "Put her in the center of the room 
where we can all get a good look."
   I pulled Brenda into place. She cowered and cried. I cupped her 
cheeks, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I said, "Look, we have 
no choice. You father's life is at stake. You put aside your 
modesty. This will get much worse before it's over, but it will 
get over if we hold together, understand?"
   Brenda nodded weakly as the big guy shouted, "Stop the gabbing 
and start the stripping." Brenda stood shaking as I undid the 
buttons of her blouse. It felt so odd to be undressing her. Unlike 
her brothers who cavort half naked half the time, Brenda is very 
shy about her body. None of us ever saw her not fully clothed. I 
sometimes go about in bra and panties, but not Brenda.
   I knew that Brent was taking this ordeal as a mixed blessing. I 
knew he fantasized about Brenda. We both exchange fantasies during 
lovemaking, and anything goes. We give each other free license to 
fantasize. He hears me talk about men I'd like to fuck, dogs I 
want to fuck, and women I want to go down on. I hear him talk 
about Brenda, about me having sex with the boys, and Brenda and I 
involved in an incestuous lesbian relationship. We both know we're 
all talk. Neither of us has the guts to actually do anything.
   As I removed Brenda's blouse and uncovered her silky smooth 
skin and dainty bra, I knew Brent must be secretly enjoying 
himself. Impulsively, I moved behind Brenda to unveil her breasts. 
I wanted to give Brent a good view of the unveiling; but in doing 
so, I gave everybody a good view. While standing behind her, 
peering over her shoulder, I noticed the twins sitting forward, 
eyes bugged out, as eager as the men to see her tits. My vagina 
responded to this bizarre situation. Though my conscious mind 
rebelled, my pussy loved what I was about to do.
   I reached around her with both arms and found the center clasp. 
I worked it free with dramatic, sensuous slowness, paused, then 
peeled back the cups. The room erupted in applause and cheers. 
Phil and Carl were smiling. Brent's eyes stared unabashedly. I 
peered down on her two beauties while whispering in her ear, "Put 
your hands down, sweetheart. Stick out your chest, be proud. Don't 
be ashamed."
   Brenda let her arms go limp at her side. She stood a little 
straighter. I marveled at her perfectly formed breasts and her 
dark brown, quarter-sixed nipples, quivering with her sobs. I 
continued to say encouraging words in her ear as I stood close and 
ran my hands down her front to the snap of her shorts. Her soft 
skin and clean, fresh, youthful scent caused a tingling sensation 
to course through me.
   I loved the feel of her tawny skin and after unsnapping and 
unzipping her shorts, I slipped my hands inside to work them down, 
dropping to one knee as I went lower. I felt along the fronts of 
both legs while staring at the rear of her tender inner thighs. I 
took longer than necessary removing her shorts. I stayed to remove 
her sandals, studying the creamy texture of her legs as I worked.
   After freeing her of her sandals, I sat back on my heels to 
take in the delicious sight of Brenda, standing in front of eight 
males, wearing only panties, shivering like a trapped animal. I 
cast my eyes around the room, wanting to sear the memory in my 
mind -- fuel for future fantasy. Calls to show pussy rang out. I 
reached up and hooked my fingers into her panty waistband. With 
dramatic pause, I eased them down, following the progress by 
watching her white moons slowly fill my vision. My eyes focused at 
the juncture of her thighs as the panties went lower. When her 
pussy peeked out, the men howled, whistled, stomped their feet, 
and shouted vulgar praise.  They could not have had a better view 
than I. My eyes were inches from her labia. I studied the twin 
pillows, downed with soft, light hairs, framing her vaginal 
crease.  I watched that crease part and show pink wetness as I 
lifted each foot to free the panties. I prayed that these perverts 
were perverted enough to want to see a mother go down on her 
daughter.
   With the panties off, I stood and came around to her front. I 
tried not to look down, but the sight of her naked beauty so 
helplessly displayed defeated me. My eyes wandered down to her 
crotch. The vision was electrifying. Her light pubic patch barely 
concealed anything. Her inflamed lips were plainly visible, and 
her clit stood out, pink and shiny. Her nipples were also erect. 
When it dawned on me that I was making a fool of myself by staring 
at her vagina, I looked up. My eyes met Brenda's, and hers seemed 
to be saying, "Mom, why are you looking at me there?" My face 
reddened, but I smiled inwardly.
   The big man took Brenda forcefully by the elbow and marched her 
over to Brent. He stood her before Brent and said, "This is one 
fine piece of pussy you raised here, Brent. Ever see her naked?"
   Brent shook his head, never taking his eyes off of Brenda, 
especially her crotch.  The man spun Brenda around, facing away 
from Brent, ordered her to spread her feet out, then applied 
pressure to her back, forcing her low. I knew what Brent must have 
been seeing. His eyes bugged out, zeroed in on her lower ass. The 
man ran his hand over the rear plane of Brenda's crotch bringing 
an instant mortification to Brenda's face. She buried her face in 
her hands. He teased, "Ain't this some grade-A pussy?  Man, she is 
so tight." He reached into Brent's lap and squeezed his crotch, 
declaring, "Hey, it looks like little Brenda gave her daddy a 
boner." He turned to me and said, "What's your name, anyway?"
   "Julie."
   "Well, Julie, you better get over here and free this suffering 
man's cock."
   I gulped, but moved. I came alongside of Brent's chair and 
knelt. I reached for 
his fly, taking a quick glance at Brenda's ass. Her pussy was open 
and wet. I fished out Brent's cock. It was as hard as I've ever 
seen it. Out of habit, my fingers curled around it and squeezed. 
The man pushed on Brenda's shoulders, forcing her to waddle back 
until her legs went outside of Brent's, and her ass was right over 
his dick. My heart beat a rapid tattoo as I realized what was 
about to happen. The man said, "Squat, bitch!"
   No one told me to aim Brent's cock at her pussy, but that's 
what I found myself doing as her open cunt closed the gap. I 
brought my head into Brent's lap so as not to miss a thing. When 
Brenda felt the rubbery head of her father's cock poke her pussy, 
she stopped. I had the cock poised at her opening. I took the 
opportunity to rub the head through her slit, coating it in her 
juices, smearing his precum.  Brent's cock throbbed in my fist. I 
gave it a few pumps and anxiously awaited the final order. That 
order never came. They were all just waiting and watching. I never 
wanted anything more in my life than to see Brent's cock take 
Brend's cherry. I waited two minutes, then placed my left hand on 
her left hip and pulled, saying, "Ease down slowly, dear."
   Brenda hesitated, then dropped an inch. Brent's cockhead parted 
her lips. I pulled harder. She sank another inch with a groan. The 
head popped inside. I wet his shaft with saliva and told her it 
would hurt less if she just sat down quickly.  Brenda cried out, 
"Mom, no, I can't."
   "Brenda, sit!" I almost shouted.
   We waited for a minute. In exasperation, I grabbed both hips 
and drew her down. 
Brenda let go and sat with a loud shriek. A cheer rang out. The 
feeling was exquisite. I looked up to Brent's face and smiled. His 
eyes smiled back.
   I stood and came around to the front beside the leader. We were 
both looking down into the stuffed crotch of my daughter. I looked 
to the man and said, "There, are you satisfied?"
   He seemed to see right through me. He smiled and said, "Are 
you?"
   I turned red and looked back to Brenda's crotch. My boys had 
moved off of the 
couch and were on either side of me. The others were gathered 
close around in a semi-circle. We were all eager to see Brenda 
fuck herself on her father's cock, but nobody said anything. 
Brenda just sat there with her head bowed and her knees pressed 
tight to her fathers legs. I couldn't take anymore. I moved 
forward and knelt before Brenda, lifting her head and saying, 
"Look, sweetheart. It's done.  You're a woman now. It's not so 
bad, is it?"
   Her head shook slightly in my hand. I said, "You have to finish 
this.
You understand, don't you?"
   She nodded slightly. I wanted to give us all a better view, so 
I gently pushed on her shoulders until her back rested against 
Brent's chest. I planted each of her feet out a foot from Brent's 
legs, then pushed her knees out. In this position, her cunt was 
openly on display. Her cunt lips were stretched thin around the 
invader. A little trickle of blood stained the base of Brent's 
cock. I told her to lift and drop, lift and drop. Brenda slowly 
complied, sobbing all the while. My eyes stayed glued to the shaft 
moving in and out by inches. I coached her to lift higher each 
time until she was sliding up to the crown, then settling back 
fully. I stayed in place for several long strokes, then stood back 
to give everyone an unobstructed view.
   I expected her to close her knees after I released her, but she 
remained as I'd set her. Brenda looked absolutely vulgar, working 
her cunt up and down on her dad's cock. I was so turned on, I 
wanted someone, anyone to rip my clothes off and fuck the shit out 
of me. While everyone was mesmerized by the scene before us, I 
eased over to the leader and slyly eased my hand over his crotch. 
I gave his hard cock a gentle squeeze. Suddenly, he spun me around 
to face him. He grabbed my chin roughly and shouted, "Keep your 
fucking hands off of my cock, bitch, understand!"
   I blushed deeply and nodded. He thrust me away. My humiliation 
could not have been more complete if he had pissed on me. After he 
thought for a moment, he said, "Strip, Julie!"
   In absolute shame, I began removing my clothes and was totally 
naked in less than a minute. Brenda watched me while continuing 
her fucking. So did my boys, and they were close by. After I was 
nude, he said, "If you want to get off on this, masturbate."
   My face went pale. I looked to him with pleading eyes. He 
laughed and said, "I said play with your cunt, bitch! Get both 
hands to work right now."
   My hands moved mechanically to my crotch under my boys' 
watchful eyes. I noticed that Brenda stared also. I felt so cheap 
and decadent. When my fingers met my super heated cunt, those 
feelings quickly melted away. Within a minute, I was masturbating 
myself as if alone in my bedroom. I took little notice of the 
activity going on between me and my lewdly copulating family. 
Several of the men were busy dragging an ice chest between us, 
placing it at Brent's feet. They placed a cushion from the couch 
on it, then came and took me by the arms. They led me to their 
setup, turned me, then laid me on my back over the cushion. I 
instantly realized the utility as my head lolled back off of the 
cushion's edge. My head rested in Brent's lap and I was looking 
right up Brenda's pussy -- getting an inverted view from a mere 
inches away.
   The men lifted my legs, and I heard them address my boys, 
saying, "Here, you two help your horny mother." I lifted my head 
and peered down my front in time to see Phil and Carl each take a 
leg. The feel of their hands on me like that was so titillating. 
On the urging of the men, they spread my legs to their fullest. I 
dropped my head back to resume my visual feast. In seconds, my 
hands were back in my crotch. Seconds later, I was plunging three 
fingers in my soupy twat while rubbing my clit like a maniac.
   During all of this, a change had taken place in Brenda. Gone 
were her tears and sobs. She no longer hid her face. Her hands, 
which had been hanging loosely, were now supporting her ass. Her 
face was a mask of passion. Her eyes were looking down my body, 
going from my tits to my crotch. Her movements were more rapid, 
and she'd put a slight wiggle in her hips. Her juices poured out, 
soaking Brent's crotch and filling the air with her heady scent. 
Her clit looked red and angry and stood out like a tiny cock. Her 
nipples were tight dime-sized buttons on her heaving chest.  She 
was the vision of uncontrolled lust.
   All through this ordeal, our abductors mocked us, calling us 
sluts and perverts.  We both seemed to feed off their remarks. 
Someone said, "Look at that little whore ride that cock." Brenda's 
hips instantly reacted with violent movement, dislodging her 
father's cock. I watched her frantically reach for it and re-
impale herself, bringing howls of laughter. Her hands remained in 
her crotch to prevent another loss and the fingers of her right 
hand began rubbing hard on her clit. She exploded in climax 
seconds later, bucked violently and screamed. She triggered 
Brent's orgasm and milky semen began oozing from around his 
imbedded cock. My orgasm followed Brent's. I pounded my cunt 
shamelessly while straining to get my tongue on one of the cum 
trails running down Brent's balls.
   The leader shouted, "Let her go." My legs dropped to the floor. 
Freed of this constraint, I rolled onto my belly, pulled myself 
forward, and attacked their loins.  My lust was mind numbing. All 
I saw was cum, cock, pussy, and balls. Brenda had collapsed after 
her release, breathing heavily. I lapped hungrily at the juices 
leaking from their genitals. My efforts became centered on my 
daughter's exciting vagina. I licked and sucked, kissed and 
nibbled. I stiffened my tongue and tried to wedge it in alongside 
Brent's slowly deflating cock.
   Someone knelt behind me and was stuffing a very respectable 
cock up my fevered cunt. I wiggled my ass shamelessly to welcome 
it. While sucking on Brenda's clit nub, I looked up her front and 
saw her looking at me with an amused expression. I held her eyes 
and flicked her clit. She gave a little lift of her pelvis. I 
smiled, kissed her clit, then sucked it ravenously, making her 
buck against my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed 
Phil's face near my right cheek.
   The cock in my cunt came quickly and was immediately replaced 
with another.  Someone else was jacking off near my left cheek, 
aiming a bright purple cockhead at Brenda's mound. Seconds latter, 
thick pearly strands peppered her mons and my cheek.  I turned 
into the stream and engulfed the head, sucking the remainder and 
swallowing. Afterwards, I licked the rest from Brenda's curls. I 
returned to licking Brenda as another cock, a small cock, Carl's 
cock appeared on my left. I watched him jack off near my face, 
occasionally touching my cheek with his weeping cock. On impulse, 
I turned and engulfed it, sucking hard while he continued jacking. 
He came quickly and I nursed on my son's pecker. When I finished, 
Carl's was at the ready on my right, and I serviced him.
   After swallowing Carl's load, the leader pulled me to my feet. 
He was naked and sporting a long, thin erection in his fist. He 
said, "I want you to feed this to your little whore."
   I took hold of his nine-inch rod and led him to Brenda's left 
side. She was still impaled on Brent's semi-erect cock. I turned 
her head and guided the cock to her lips, saying, "Here, 
sweetheart. Suck on it like a good girl."
   Brenda's jaw slackened. Her lips flowed over the crown and 
formed a tight seal.  Her cheeks hollowed. I began pumping the six 
inches of shaft outside her mouth, feeling as decadent as any 
mother possibly could, and loving it. One of the younger men came 
up on Brenda's other side and fisted his cock at her face. Out of 
the corner of her eye, she saw the first pearly strand leap from 
the tiny slit. It landed diagonally across the bridge of her nose 
from eyebrow to jaw. Others quickly followed, landing mostly near 
her mouth.
   If there was any doubt in anyone's mind that I was not a 
willing participant in my daughter's debauch, I dispelled that 
with my next act. I scooped a line of cum on my finger, still wet 
from my cunt, and smeared it onto Brenda's lips. When the leader 
saw what I wanted to do, he pulled out. I put my finger in her 
mouth. Brenda sucked my finger. I gathered more, using two 
fingers. She opened for me each time and sucked the sperm from my 
digits. I took a long lap with my tongue along her right cheek and 
gathered sperm. I cupped her upturned face, then glued my mouth to 
hers, inserting my stiff tongue. Brenda sucked it hungrily. I 
cleaned her face in this manner, using the kiss to pass my 
treasure.
   Brent had the best view of this as Brenda's head lay back on 
his shoulder. We kissed passionately after the last of the sperm, 
each was reluctant to stop.  Brenda's left hand took my right 
breast and squeezed. I removed her hand and shoved it between my 
legs. I brought her other hand to my breast, still holding the 
kiss.  The males gathered around and were loudly commenting on us. 
Neither Brenda, nor I cared what they said. We were lost in our 
passion. Brenda's fingers were exploring my hot pussy with wild 
abandon, entering me and pinching my clit.
   Her uninhibited lust fueled my passions further. I wanted 
everyone to see how hot she was for me. I wanted to put on a 
performance. I broke our lip-lock, stood erect, and lifted my 
right foot, placing it behind Brenda's head on the chair back.
   As I expected, Brenda's hand remained in my crotch as I assumed 
this new position. I bent my knee and brought my pussy close to 
her face. I placed my hands on my hips and presented a lewd 
spectacle. My audience approved wildly. Brent looked at me with 
disbelieving but approving eyes. I made no other overt action. I 
wanted to see what Brenda would do on her own. She studied my 
cunt, using her fingers and eyes. Her head slowly drifted close 
under the urging of the guys, chanting, "Eat her cunt!" I watched 
her progress with great anticipation. I saw her breathe in my 
musky scent and noticed her favorable reaction. With her lips 
inches from my clit, she turned mischievous eyes up my torso. Our 
eyes locked and exchanged a silent message.  Mine told her to give 
the guys a good show. Hers told me, "I've wanted to do this to you 
for years."
   After taking two loads of cum up my twat, it was a sloppy mess. 
That didn't seem to bother Brenda at all. Her puckered lips closed 
the distance, kissed my clit, then she stuck her tongue far out 
and drew it up my slit. She was performing to the crowd, and 
continued lapping me like a hungry pup, pausing frequently to lick 
sperm from my thighs. I began directing her, using vulgar 
encouragements, calling her Mommy's little cunt lapper. I changed 
my stance to present her with my left leg so she could get at the 
long trails that had dribbled past my calf. After my legs were 
clean, I turned my ass to her, widened my stance and bent way 
down, I pulled my cheeks apart, looking at her from between my 
thighs. Brenda pulled her face into my ass and began licking me 
from clit to anus, probing my asshole with her stiffened tongue.
   Though it wasn't necessary, I shouted, "Get your tongue up my 
asshole, you little whore." Brenda responded by pulling her face 
in tight. Her tongue felt like it was four inches past my 
sphincter. I cried out, "Tongue-fuck my asshole, slut!"
   Brenda accentuated her movement by bobbing her face against my 
moons. Her tongue was like a boy's cock fucking my ass. I glanced 
around and saw guys fisting their rampant hardons. I broke contact 
from Brenda. I then pulled Brent's cock free of her cunt and 
dragged her down to the cushioned platform I'd been lying on. I 
positioned her ass on the forward edge, straddled her chest, then 
drew her legs up and open, announcing, "Line up, guys. She's open 
for business. In my commanding position, I watched five men and 
two boys step up and deposit their load deep in my daughter's 
cunt. She was delirious by the time the last one spent his semen. 
She'd cum three times during this event and was totally drained.
   For the next three days, Brenda and I were center stage. We 
were shameless in out attempts to keep the guys excited. Between 
us we exhausted them. Brent was released after the second hour and 
joined in freely. The abductors departed as they said. We returned 
home, but things were never the same.
   Three weeks after our trip, I crawled over my sons, pausing to 
kiss each of their sleeping cocks. I went to Brenda's room to see 
if Brent had made it off to work.  Brenda was sprawled on her 
back, semen leaking from her shaved pussy. I smiled and dressed.
   I had to get a paper signed by Brent, so I drove to his plant. 
The guard at the front desk was out, so I couldn't gain entry. I 
waited ten minutes then decided to enter through the shipping and 
receiving dock. I poked my head in the wide door and froze. There, 
on a pallet of boxes, were three of the men who abducted us, 
including the leader. Their mouths dropped on seeing me.
   It took me a few seconds to piece everything together. When 
awareness dawned, I wasn't angry. A smile slowly formed on my 
face. Their mouths closed. I sauntered over with a sexy sway. I 
chucked the leader under the chin and said, "Why haven't you paid 
us a visit? My three guys can't satisfy both of us without help, 
you know."
   He smiled and said, "Yeah, we know."

***

NOTE: According to Tiffany, a scene like this actually happened to 
her college roommate -- a girl named Brenda. There's sick people 
in this world. God bless'em.

