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Subject: EBS:  Mother's Keeper  * REPOST
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Date: Sat,  3 Aug 1996 13:04:55 UTC


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                        "Mother's Keeper"

                          By Tiffany

     Relations with my mother were at their worst as I
neared my sixteenth birthday.  We argued about everything. 
Mostly, she bitched about my choice of clothing.  Earning my own
money afforded me the opportunity to buy my own clothes.  I like
sexy, revealing clothes; Mom thinks a nun's habit is too
revealing--at least for me.
     My folks are big on maintaining an image.  We entertain a
great deal.  My two younger brothers and I are perfect
children--seen and not heard.  We live a strict and structured
existence.  At almost sixteen, I still could not date, nor could
I stay up past nine on school nights.  Midnight was my weekend
bedtime, and I was never permitted to sleep over at a friend's
house.
     The Bradshaws--Randy and Charlene--were frequent quests. 
They were ten years my parent's juniors, a very attractive
couple.  Charlene and Dad could sit for hours discussing boring
politics.  He loves fussing with a feminist.  Mom gets along
better with Randy.  They wander about, drinking wine and
laughing.
     Mom and I had one of our worst fights over my wanting to
shorten my knee-length skirts.  It ended with her slapping my
face and calling me a tramp.  Hours later, I was still fuming,
staring into my textbook while doing homework at the dining room
table.  Dad called from the sofa, "Hey, Cindy!  Go out to the
garage and bring in a case of beer to restock the fridge.  When
you get that done, bring me and Charlene one."
     Stocking the beer was Jack's job.  I started to protest but
was in no mood for another parental squabble.  I didn't mind the
work so much, but I hated going into the garage at night.  Our
garage is a terrible clutter and the light hasn't worked for
three months.  I opened wide the kitchen door to allow as much
light in as possible, studied my course to the old refrigerator,
then started forward.  A strange noise from beyond the
refrigerator froze me.  Rats, I thought.  Listening closely, I
heard the rustling of clothing, a wet squishy sound, a moan.  It
was people--two people.  Jack and Jeff were upstairs.  Dad and
Charlene were in the living room.
     My heart raced at the implication.  I eased forward.  The
sounds were unmistakable--the sounds of sex.  Though I didn't
know the act, I knew the sound.  I crept closer, moved to the
refrigerator, and peered cautiously around.  There in the subdued
light was a man's back, Randy's back.  A woman's hand clutched
his left ass cheek.  I drew back with the realization that my
mother was fucking Randy Bradshaw.
     My first impulse was to make a quiet egress.  My cheek still
hurt from the slap of that same hand that was drawing Randy's ass
tight to her crotch.  I had a right to be there, ordered to be
there.  They didn't.  Anger gave me strength to move back.  This
time, I got a better look.  Randy held Mom's left leg high on his
right side.  Her panties dangled from her ankle.  Randy's ass
pumped a steady cadence as Mom groaned, her head buried in his
neck.  They were oblivious to me.  
     I stood in the open, right behind them, awed by the sight. 
Mom appeared to be in ecstasy.  She made sex look so exciting. 
My pussy began to swell and lubricate.  I crouched low and could
easily make out the penis entering her.  He was huge.  I knew
Randy had a big one.  He's a show off.  He gets hardons a great
deal and doesn't, or can't, do much to hide them.  I once heard
Dad complain to Mom about it.  He wanted to know what they'd been
talking about that produced the erection.  Mom feigned innocence
and brushed it off.  Randy was taking at least eight-inch strokes
and still not showing the head.  It was my first look at a real
man's cock.  I envied my mother.
     They were nearing their climax.  Mom softly cried out, "Fuck
me!  Fuck me hard, Randy."  Hearing her use those words was the
biggest shocker of all.
     I stood.  I wanted her to know that I was there.  I timed it
just right, just as they were peaking.  I opened the refrigerator
door, bathing us in light.  Mom yelped, clutched tightly to
Randy.  She looked right at me.  Randy didn't miss a beat.  He
kept humping her.  Mom surrendered in anguish.  She re-buried her
head and groaned out a long climax into his shoulder.  Randy was
pumping sperm into her.  His thrusts were jerky and he groaned
along with her.  
     I just stood there, staring.  Randy stopped moving.  Mom
looked up and pleaded, "Cindy, please!  I'm sorry.  Please don't
tell anyone."
     I was speechless, mesmerized by the vision.  Randy, still
holding her leg, holding it higher in fact, turned slightly my
way and looked at me over his shoulder.  I got a great shot of
his half-buried cock, slick and shiny.  I saw him ease out and
watched his milky spend pour out of Mom's gaping snatch.  Mom saw
me gawking at her beaver and struggled to get her leg down as cum
poured down her right thigh. Randy held her in that lewd pose for
my benefit. He was also posing his cock for me.  He turned in
profile, ignoring her outrage.  It stuck straight out, just
beginning to droop.  Cum dripped from the shiny tip.  
     Mom got her leg from him, yanked her dress back into place,
then said, "Cindy, please don't tell your father!  I'm so sorry
you had to see this."
     I was still watching Randy slowly stuff his rod back into
his fly.  Once he had it tucked away, I looked up to Mom.  I
calmly said, "I wasn't spying.  Dad sent me in here to get some
beer.  You two should be more careful."
     "Sweetheart!  Promise me you won't say anything."
     I smiled, took out a case of beer, kicked the door shut, and
left.  After stocking the fridge and giving Dad and Charlene
their beer, I returned to my homework.  Mom came out first.  She
brushed past, avoiding eye contact.  She went straight to her
bathroom.  Randy came out a minute later.  He strolled casually
over and took a seat kitty-corner to me.  He leaned close and
quietly said, "Can we keep this our little secret, Cindy?"
     I felt paper tickle my left knee.  I looked a question at
Randy.  He told me to take it.  I reached down, grasped the
paper, brought it to my lap, and looked.  It was a twenty-dollar
bill.  I smiled and placed it in the leaves of my book.  "Is it a
deal?"
     I said, "Sure."
     He smiled.  His hand rested on my bare knee.  He gave it a
gentle squeeze and said, "You could earn more.  We could use a
good lookout."
     "Does Mom know about this?"
     "No, but she's a practical woman."
     "She'll never go for it."
     "I think she will.  Be nice to her.  Don't make her feel
bad about it.  Be her buddy.  She'll come around."
     "You don't know my mom."
     "I don't think you know your mom."
     I grinned.  I said, "Yeah, you know her inside and out."  He
smiled back.  Mom returned looking fresh but still nervous.  She
and Randy made for the patio.  I watched them through the sliding
glass door.  Mom was very excited and animated.  Randy was calmly
pressing his case.  Mom started pacing and wringing her hands. 
After a while, she seemed to relax.  When they came back inside,
she was much more together.  She still avoided looking at me.
     The next morning, I went down early.  Dad had already left. 
Mom was preparing breakfast.  The boys were still in bed.  I came
up behind her and hugged her.  She jumped.  I said, "Sorry, I
didn't mean to startle you."
     She acknowledged me self-consciously and turned back to
laying strips of bacon in the pan.  She said, "You are surprising
me a lot lately."
     "Yeah, I guess I am.  Sorry."  After a pause, I said, "You
are looking really great lately, Mom."
     She turned and studied me suspiciously.  She said, "Just
what do you mean by that?"
     "No, I'm serious.  You really do look good, sexy."  A
cautious smile broke over her worried face.  I smiled warmly.
     She said, "I frankly didn't think you'd be talking to me.  I
am so sorry you saw what you did."
     "I'm not.  It was great.  I even earned twenty bucks."
     "Yes, Randy told me.  That was his idea.  You won't breathe
a word, will you?"
     I raised my right hand and swore, "No way.  Besides, I need
the money.  I'm your lookout from now on.  Didn't Randy tell
you?"
     "He mentioned it."
     "I'll do a good job.  You won't have to do it in the garage.
You can use my room."
     Mom blushed, turned back to the frying bacon, and said, "I'd
rather not discuss this, Cindy."
     I let her think about things for a while.  She said, "Cindy,
I've been a little rough on you lately.  I want to apologize. 
You're not the tramp; I am."
     "Do you really see yourself that way?"
     "Don't you?"
     "Well, yes, I do now.  I don't mind, though.  I think it's
great.  You seem more real now."
     She turned to face me.  She had a curious smile and said,
"So you think my being a tramp is great, huh?"
     "Sure, especially if every time you fuck, I get paid." 
Saying "Fuck" was a bold gamble.  A few months earlier, Mom
washed my mouth out with soap for saying "Shit" and that was
after stubbing my toe.
     My words were almost like a slap to her face.  She stared me
down before saying, "I suppose you think this gives you free
license with your language."  I waited.  She said, "All right, I
can grant you that concession as long as it is just between you
and me."
     "I can say anything?"
     "Say whatever you want."
     "Great!  When are you going to let Randy fuck you again?"
     "Cindy!"
     "Well, you said."
     "I know, but how could you even ask me such a thing?"
     "It's my job.  I need to know."
     Mom broke into a self-conscious smile.  She shook her head
and said, "I can't believe we're having this conversation.  Look,
it's not what you think.  I don't have sex with every man I see.
When it happens, it just happens, and only with Randy.  It isn't
even that often,"
     "It could be.  You guys can fuck everyday now.  You'd like
that, wouldn't you?"
     She smiled.  "I suppose.  And what do you plan to do with
all this money?"
     "Buy clothes--lots of sexy clothes.  And a teeny tiny
bikini."
     "That figures.  And you think I'll go along with this."
     "Yes, because that's the only way I'll help."  I let that
sink in then added, "Gosh, I feel like my mother's pimp."
     "Yes, and you're making me feel like your whore."
     "I know.  It's neat, isn't it?"
     She thought for a moment.  Burning bacon drew her attention
back to breakfast.  After removing them, she said, "And I was
afraid you'd be traumatized by what you saw.  That's a laugh. 
Okay, Cindy.  If you get off on this, I'll play along.  I'll even
bring the money to you afterwards, how's that?"
     I threw myself into her arms and gave her a big tit-mashing
hug.  I held her close, our noses almost touching.  She seemed
shaken by my sudden show of affection.  A peck on the cheek is an
act of incest in our family.  I felt infused with a sense of
power over her.  She sensed it too.  In a matter of minutes, she
shrank and I grew.  For the first time, I felt equal to
her--superior, in fact.  Holding her like that seemed to
reinforce that power, so I held tighter and actually brought my
nose into contact with hers.  I looked dead in her eyes and said,
"You're going to be a good whore for me, aren't you, Mommy?"
     Mom hung limply in my embrace.  Her tits burned where they
met mine.  I let my hands slide down until they rested on her ass
cheeks.  I cupped them and squeezed, as though prompting her for
a reply.  She said, "Yes."
     I smiled and kissed her on the lips.  It was a gentle, easy
kiss.  She pursed her lips.  I looked her in the eyes and gave
her ass another squeeze, pulling her closer.  I said, "You're
going to make me lots of money with your hot pussy, aren't you?"
     I was kneading her ass, sinking my fingertips into her
crack.  Her thin robe offered little protection.  She stared
blankly in a state of shock, her eyes glazed over.  She said,
"Yes, I'll try."
     Her subservience overwhelmed me.  I brought my lips to hers,
but this time I gave her a long, wet, full-mouthed kiss.  She
gradually gave herself over to that kiss.  Impulsively, I pushed
my tongue into her mouth.  She responded by sucking it, then
pushed hers into mine.  My pussy was on fire, so was hers.  I
could tell because during the kiss, I bunched her robe and
slipped my hands under her panties.  All she said was, "Oh Cindy,
no," then went right back to kissing, more passionately than
before.  I had my fingertips on her vulva.  That kiss lasted
several minutes.  I broke it to say, "I want Randy to come to me
to arrange all of your screwing.  I want him to ask me for
permission to fuck you."
     Mom nodded meekly.  I moved in for another kiss while toying
with the base of her wet cunt.  She said, "Cindy, the boys can
come down any second."
     I said, "That's too bad.  I want to kiss my whore and
inspect the merchandise."  I proceeded with the kiss, and she
responded.  I held that kiss the longest.  She never tried to
break off, even when I got several of my fingers up her hole. 
Our pubic mounds were hard-pressed to each other.  I could feel
her wet heat and I'm sure she could feel mine.  My panties were
sopping wet.  I licked her lips as we parted.  Mom's face and
neck were flushed.  She turned her attentions to frying eggs. 
Jack plodded downstairs not one minute after we ended our kiss. 
Mom looked at me with that almost-hit-by-a-truck look.  I merely
smiled.
     School was an arduous chore that day.  I could not get my
mind off of mother.  She actually turned me on.  I had a genuine
case of the hots for my own mother.  I thought about her body,
especially her pussy.  The feel of her pussy, even the smell on
my fingers, lingered all day.  I tried hard to recall every
detail I'd seen in the faint light of the garage.  She shaves her
cunt lips.  I saw and felt that much.  I felt her pubic hair as
we embraced, so I knew she wasn't completely bald.  I shaved mine
bald after my best friend dared me.  Kimberly shaves hers. 
Kimberly and I are not gay, but we do mess around with each
other. 
     Kimberly is a very unusual girl.  She's very pretty, petite
and feminine, but she attracts girls more than guys.  She has the
school lezzies falling all over themselves trying to win her
favor.  Kimberly hasn't done a lick of homework all year.  She
also has several adult women eating from her box, including one
teacher.  I've studied her, trying to figure what it is that
she's doing.  It's nothing overt.  I think it's her masculine
personality that intimidates guys and attracts girls.  Kimberly
is very sure of herself, like a male stud.  She's no virgin, but
complains that she's never had a good fuck.  Guys either can't
get it up, or shoot early.  She likes guys, but settles for women
and girls.  In fact, Kimberly will let anything with a tongue at
her snatch.  She even lets her dog lick her.
     Kimberly has been working her charms on my mother.  She
started on a dare from me.  I knew it would never work on my
uptight mother, but I figured it would be fun to watch.  Kimberly
is the kind of girl that a straight female will look at and think
about sexually.  I think every girl fantasizes about other girls
at one time or another.  I always have.  I went down on Kimberly
without hesitation and loved it.  I know I'm not gay.  I think
about hard cocks too much.
     Kimberly had been working on Mom for over a month before
this happened.  She got much farther than I ever thought she
would.  Mom seemed interested right from the start.  She looked
whenever Kimberly flashed her pantieless beaver.  She never said
anything about the way Kimberly dressed.  She has always been
overly friendly towards her, fawningly so.  Kimberly can do no
wrong in our house.  She pours herself wine from Mom's private
stock.  She even smokes, though she doesn't smoke anywhere else.
     Recently, Kimberly took up the habit of kissing Mom hello
and good-bye.  This floored me the first time I saw Kimberly kiss
my mother on the lips.  Mom was so embarrassed.  She did it right
in front of Jack, Jeff, and me.  
     Kimberley's kisses have become progressively more intense
and sensuous.  They began as pecks, but soon became full kisses
that lasted seconds with lips mashed tightly together.  They are
also more frequent.  The last time she was over--that was three
days before the screwing--I counted eight kisses.  Mom got a kiss
every time she did something for Kimberly.  Typically, Mom would
deliver a soda or ash tray.  Kimberly would say, "Oh thank you. 
You're so sweet."  She'd then tilt her head back and pucker.  She
had Mom come to her for the kiss, and Mom always did.  I also
started timing the kisses, counting mentally, "One-thousand one,
one-thousand two."  The last few times were five second kisses. 
That's an eternity for a blushing mother being watched by her
kids.  That's the main reason I went for the kiss.
     I couldn't wait to tell Kimberly what happened.  She was
ecstatic.  She swore she'd have Mom eating her snatch in front of
me, Jack, and Jeff before the week was out.  This time, I
believed her.  We spent the day discussing all our plans for her,
all the guys we could line up to screw her, the clothes we'd make
her wear, the things we'd make her do to us, and the things we
wanted to do to her.  It was a long day to spend with a drooling
twat.    
     Kimberly and I stopped by the mall after school.  I bought
the most ultra-skimpy bikini ever made.  It was a macrame one
with a wide knot pattern.  It had nylon patches sewn into the bra
cups and the crotch.  Kimberly actually had the nerve to try it
on and step out of the changing room.  She created quite a stir,
going around asking perfect strangers what they thought of it. 
She amazes me.
     We carefully removed the liners on the way to my house. 
There was so little material that we could bundle it and stuff it
into a change purse.  When we entered the house, Mom was at the
dining table, writing a letter.  Through the patio door we could
see the boys in the pool with three of their neighborhood pals. 
When Mom looked up and saw me with Kimberly, her face went bright
red.  Awareness that I'd let Kimberly in on our secret was
written all over her face.
     Kimberly pouted, "Don't I get a kiss?"
     Mom nervously got up and shyly approached her.  When she
leaned in and puckered, Kimberly took her face in her hands.  She
gave Mom the most passionate kiss, using her tongue liberally. 
Mom's knees looked ready to buckle.  In preparation for this
kiss, Kimberly fingered her cunt in the car and smeared her mouth
with her juices.  The sheen on her face was hard not to notice,
but it wasn't until Mom drew her first breath that she knew the
source.  All inhibitions drained from my mother.  She embraced
Kimberly, using her tongue freely, mindless of my being right
beside her.  Mom licked her face as Kimberly turned her head
left, then right, then up, always smiling.  She brought her wet
fingers up and pushed them into Mom's mouth.  Mom sucked hungrily
on her fingers while Kimberly reached into her crotch with her
free hand, coating it liberally.
     Kimberly removed her right hand from Mom's lips and held up
her left.  Mom looked at the sopping wet hand.  Kimberly teased,
"You'll like this, it's fresh.  If you get down on your knees and
say, 'please,' I'll let you have it."
     Mom hesitated for only a second then dropped to her knees.
She tilted her head up and said, "Please!"
     Kimberly fed her one finger at a time, then turned her hand
so Mom could get everything.  Mom was hooked.  That was obvious. 
She would have gladly buried her face in Kimberley's crotch, then
and there, but Kimberley had other plans.  She knew the art of
the tease.  She lifted her skirt, parted her legs, and thrust her
bald pussy in Mom's face.  Mom started to go for it, but Kimberly
halted her, saying, "No, just look."
     Mom settled back, disappointed and frustrated, staring
intently at the delicious spread.  Kimberly brushed Mom's nose
with her clit and said, "I just thought you'd like to see the
source.  Like it?"
     "Yes!  It's beautiful."
     Kimberly dropped her skirt, laughed, and said, "Don't worry,
June, I'm not stingy with my pussy.  You can get up now."
     Mom nervously rose to her feet.  I said, "We bought you a
present.  Actually, it's mine, but I'll share it with you.  Take
off your clothes, Mom."
     "Cindy, I can't.  Not here.  What is it?"
     I drew out the bikini and held it out.  Mom's brow wrinkled. 
She said, "Is that a swim suit?"
     "Yes.  Put it on!"
     Mom took the two parts and examined them.  She said, "My
God, Cindy.  This can't be worn in public.  Where did you get
such a thing?"
     "Never mind.  Just put it on."
     "Look, I'll go and change into it, but not here."
     Kimberly said, "No, you'll do it here."
     Mom glanced to the pool.  The boys were frolicking.  She
pleaded, "Please!  Anyone might pop in.  We have visitors,
minors."
     Kimberly stternly said, "Do it now, June!"
     Mom broke into a sweat.  Anxiety etched her pretty features.
She looked around nervously, then began undoing her clothes. 
Kimberly and I looked on smugly as one item followed another. 
Mom hurried and was soon standing naked and trembling.  She
looked sexy and vulnerable.  She struggled with the bottoms.  We
helped.  The top was easier.  Once fitted, we stood back and had
her turn slowly in place.  The suit was obscene before our
modifications.  It was now moreso.  Brief to begin with, it hid
little.  Tiny three-inch triangles were over her breasts and
pussy.  Her nipples showed through the knots.  The nipple tips
found holes to poke through.  With the liner out, the part
passing between her legs formed a single strand that nestled
between Mom's fleshy cunt lips.  Her pubic hairs poked out of
every hole over her mound.  Even her clit was visible.  In back,
she looked naked.  We tugged the strand into her ass crack.  One
strand crossed under her shoulder blades.
     Mom studied herself then said, "Cindy, you can't possibly be
thinking of wearing this?"
     "Not publicly, but here, why not?  We can go naked in our
own home if we want."
     "Even here, it's too obscene.  It's more obscene than being
naked.  Your father will have a fit if he sees you in this."
     "Or you."
     "Oh no!  No way can I wear this.  No!  This is it for me."
     She started to remove it.  Kimberly reached out a hand and
stopped her, saying, "Leave it on.  I like it on you.  You look
so sexy."
     "Kimberly, please!"
     Kimberly said, "I'm sure your guests could stand some
refreshments.  Why don't you take out some sodas and get some
sun.  We need to get rid of those tan lines."
     Mom turned anxious eyes on me and said, "Oh Cindy, please
stop this.  This is insane.  You can't be serious."
     "We are, Mother.  Don't worry.  The boys will love it,
you'll see.  Dad won't be home until eight.  That gives you three
house of sun.  We'll keep an eye out for visitors.  Go on.  Don't
make Kimberly angry."
     Mom's eyes begged us, but saw no mercy.  She looked
absolutely terrified.  She kept glancing towards the pool.  After
several minutes, she resigned herself, went to the kitchen and
filled five glasses.  She placed them on a tray and stood by the
patio door trembling.  After one final plea, she passed through
as Kimberly help open the sliding glass door.  All action around
the pool suddenly came to an abrupt halt as Mom stepped into the
sunlight.  Jack and Jeff were dumbstruck.  Their little friends,
likewise, stood with their mouths open.  Mom walked nervously to
the outdoor table, set the drinks down and said, "Here's some
refreshments, boys."
     The boys cautiously gathered around her, staring at the many
visual treasures.  Mom looked on the verge of tears.  We steeped
outside to hear everything.  I said, "How do you guys like Mom's
new bikini?"
     Kimberly said, "Model it for them, June."
     Mom, blushing profusely, walked to and fro under their fixed
stares.  Jack said, "Wow, it's great!  I never saw a swim suit
like that before."
     As the compliments poured in, Mom appeared to grow less
self-conscious.  She strode among them with her head up and
shoulders back.  A sexy sway came to her steps.  After a few
minutes, she seemed to lose all inhibitions.  With her ass facing
everyone, she did a straight-legged bend in order to pick up a
towel.  In doing so, she presented us with a lewd rear shot of
her cunt, split by the material.  She knew what she showed.  She
then found a chair, pulled it into the sun, laid out the towel
and sat.  At first, her knees were together, but after a few
minutes she could hold a football longwise between her knees. 
The boys gathered at her feet, staring into her crotch.  Mom
pretended to ignore their presence.  She leaned the chair back
and stared up at the sky.  Satisfied, Kimberly and I went into
the house and had a great laugh.  
     With growing confidence, we plotted our next outrage.
     That evening, Randy came to me, ginning like the Cheshire
cat.  He said, "I'm impressed, Cindy.  I under-estimated you. 
Well, I suppose the next order of business is to ask your
permission to fuck your mother."
     I smiled and said, "Okay, ask."
     "Cindy, may I please fuck your mommy?"
     "Why, of course you can.  Take her to my bedroom, but don't
lock the door."
     "Can we expect a visitor?"
     "Three."
     "She won't like that.  I assume you're referring to the
boys."
     "Yes, and she has no choice."
     "Fine by me, but what about your old man?"
     "He never comes into my room without knocking; besides, when
has he ever left his easy chair.  Oh, and I want her stripped
naked for this."
     "Naturally, and me?"
     "Especially you."
     "I'm flattered."
     "Put her through her paces, Randy.  Make her beg."
     "That's easy.  I don't know how she'll act with you guys
looking on, but give me ten minutes alone with her, and she'll be
putty."
     "Ten minutes, no more."
     Nine minutes after Mom and Randy slipped into my room, me,
Jack, and Jeff were gathered at my closed door.  The boys had
their ears pressed to the thin panel.  Dad and Charlene were in
deep debate with a small chest full of beer on ice between them. 
I mentally counted down the seconds then threw open the door,
startling the boys and Mom.  
     Mom was naked on her back with her feet facing the door. 
Randy, also naked, was standing between her legs, rubbing the
head of his cock through her moist channel.  Mom shrieked and
tried to twist away.  Her hands covered her face as Randy grasped
her by the ankles and spread her wide.  His cock bobbed over her
mound as I ushered the boys in and closed my door.  I positioned
Jack on her left, and Jeff on her right.  I told them to hold her
legs.  They nervously complied as Mom groaned into her hands. 
Randy took hold of his cock and guided it to her gaping snatch. 
The boys stared at the meeting of cock and cunt, awed by his size
and their first view of a wide open adult vagina.
     We watched that massive rod slowly take possession of our
mother's pussy.  After the first few inches disappeared, it
looked like Mom's cunt was swallowing it.  Her pelvis lifted in
short jumps.  As Randy's pubic hairs meshed with hers, Mom's
hands came away from her face.  She looked at her kids staring at
her stuffed crotch.  She then looked at her crotch as Randy
withdrew.  She moaned as he re-inserted.  She moaned steadily as
he began to fuck her steadily.
     Her ass was soon bucking up to meet his thrusts.  She lost
all inhibitions and seemed to feed on our presence.  Lost in
passion, she cried, "Oh, yes, fuck me, Randy.  Show my kids what
a whore I am.  Yes, Yes!"
     In the midst of her passion, her eyes fixed on my smiling
face.  She said, "Oh Cindy.  Darling, sweetheart!  I love you. 
You saw right through me.  I'm your whore baby.  I love what you
make me do.  I'll do anything you say, anything.  Drag me deeper.
I want to please you.  I want to be the best whore I can be. 
Sell my pussy, darling.  It's yours, I swear.  Humiliate me; I
deserve it; I crave it.  Go get your father.  I want him to see
this.  He'll accept it, I know."
     "Really!"  I said.  "Are you sure?"
     "Yes, I'm sure.  He put me up to cheating on him in the
first place.  He gets off on it.  He'd love this."
     I looked to Randy, "What about Charlene?"
     "She knows I'm screwing your Mom.  Bring her up."  He looked
to My mom and said, "Are you sure about Jack?"
     "Yes, don't worry.  Just keep fucking me."
     I was elated.  I leapt to the door, ran downstairs, went up
to Dad and said, "Dad, Charlene, I think you better come to my
room.  Randy is doing nasty things to Mommy on my bed."
     They exchanged looks of shock.  Dad got to his feet. 
Charlene followed saying, "Jack, don't do anything foolish."
     He said while leading the way, "I won't, don't worry. 
They're both adults."
     Dad opened the door slowly as Charlene peered around him. 
He said, "Holy Shit!"
     Charlene pushed past him and came up beside her husband. 
She placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered something into
his ear, all the while staring at her husband's cock plowing my
mom's pussy.  Dad came up and stared openly.  Mom said, "Things
will be different around here, Jack.  I'm Cindy's whore now.  You
may as well get used to it.  I do what she says from now on. 
This pussy will cost you from now on.  You'll have to make
arrangements with Cindy."
     Dad turned sheepish, excited eyes on me.  I read his
acceptance and felt an overwhelming power.  I stripped off all of
my clothes under their hungry eyes.  I mounted the bed, knelt
astraddle Mom's head facing the action and declared, "This bitch
is my whore."
     Mom reached up, grabbed my hips, and pulled her face tight
into my crotch.  Her tongue lapped at my bald pussy.  Everyone's
eyes were glued to the sight of Mom's tongue making long swipes
through my slit.  I wanted to present a more obscene spectacle,
so I got to my feet in a low squat, leaned against the wall, and
widened my knees as far as possible.  Mom had to tilt her head
way back to reach my pussy, but the view was spectacular.  
     Mom's hips were gyrating, her hands were frantically working
her clit and pulling her lips apart.  She constantly moaned and
groaned.  Randy stepped up his pace, ramming into her squishy
cunt.  Mom exploded in orgasm, screaming into my beaver.  I
reached my climax as Randy began spewing sperm.  He pulled out
and shot his load up her front, hitting my cunt with some.  We
stayed joined as we came down.  
     Mom lazily licked my spend as the boys stared into her
vacant, abused fuck hole.  Dad shook his head in amazement. 
Charlene had one hand in her pants, rubbing hard on her clit.  
     My last two years at home were the best of my life.  I had
it all, and Mom never had it better.  We got along just fine
after that day--still do.
     
                          THE END

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