Problem Child 1(Mg, MF, oral, anal, pedo, Inter)
by Osric134

Remember: I don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with
children, rape, drugs or murder. I don't encourage anyone to do
any of the things my imaginative characters do either. These are
just stories that have taboo themes in them and NOT wishful
thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no one takes my
tales as anything but strokable fun.






June Bobb was a big and very juicy woman who lived next door to
me. She was pretty, but not beautiful. She was, however, a very
sexy 'Mama'.
Her breast were large and quite firm looking, her legs thick but
shapely and her arse was fat and very round. She had a very good
figure for someone that big, chunky, but very good. She also had
very smooth skin and lips that begged to be kissed. She was
thirty eight years old and had been single now for a few years
after the scandal.
Her daughter, Nicole, was eleven now and probably the sexiest
thing I had ever seen, on top of that she was very beautiful with
long, slender legs and a nice  round little bottom that needed
pinching very often.
When she grew up she would be stunning.
I wasn't into young girls, but she was a beauty and that sexy
face of hers along with the slow languid and graceful movement of
her slinky body made many men's heads turn when she as on the
street. She was gorgeous. There was no getting around that, men
looked at her even though she had no tits at all.
June's ex-husband, John Dennis, had raped the girl for years. She
had come home and found him in bed with her, between her silken
thighs, reaming her out as she clung to him. June had screamed
blue murder and called the police on him. He had confessed to
abusing the girl since she was four, training her to like his
sperm and his cock in her holes. He was still in jail now and
would be for another fifteen years. Then June got a boyfriend who
she also found in her daughter, then another, and another.
Eventually she stopped dating, unable to trust men any longer.
But for some strange reason she still talked to me though, maybe
because I was black and she didn't think her daughter would fancy
me. Or because she, like many other people, thought that I as
gay. I wasn't, I was just one of those effeminate mother's boys
who lost his virginity very late in life and was just too shy to
pursue a life partner. I was forty now and resigned myself to
being alone. June liked to sit and talk to me about all manner of
things, like dresses and shoes and make-up. I knew about all of
these things because I grew up the youngest boy amongst eight
sisters. I was petted and pampered by them, protected by them and
even dressed by them. I played with their dolls and stayed with
them while they talked about boys. But I was never attracted to
my own sex, that was just sick. I liked Trudy Meyer and Jessica
Peters, two girls in my class in school, but they had boyfriends.
As I grew up I made many friends, all female, but they all
thought that I was gay too and I never told them the truth,
fearing that they would shun me if they knew I was 'normal'.
Then Amanda Major, the daughter of one of the women I was friends
with at work, cornered me in her bedroom after asking me around
to help her with her computer. She got me drunk and raped me for
hours in her bed, keeping me there for days in secret while her
mother knew nothing. I never knew how she managed to keep that a
secret, the fifteen year old was very experienced though and
glued me to her pussy. I was her sex slave for the next four
years until she went off to university and met her future
husband. I was heartbroken and stayed away from her family, even
though she sent me an invitation to her wedding. I never went
near her family again and eventually moved away without leaving a
forwarding address.
Then I met Jane Goodall, the woman at the law firm that
represented me in a property case. She kept smiling at me and
asking me about myself, eventually taking me out on a date and
then back to her flat for a night of passion. She taught me many
ways to pleased her over the next year that we were together, but
she got killed in a motorcycle crash and I mourned for her for a
very long time, dropping out of circulation and just
concentrating on my job. I was twenty nine when Debra Collins,
the sales manager for my company then, decided that I wasn't gay
after all and took me out with her to a show. We came back from
the theatre and she took me to her home in Surrey where she
stripped me naked and sat on my face.
"Eat my pussy Nigger!" she told me and rubbed her plump vagina
against my mouth. I did as she commanded, giving her four, hard
orgasms. Then she made me fuck her all night long after forcing
Viagra down my throat, finally taking me up her bum, something I
had never done before.
She kept me for another year and then dumped me when she got
bored with me. She found another 'Nigger' to fuck and completely
ignored me after that. I was getting used to being 'used' for sex
now and didn't try to stop it.
Word seemed to get around my office that I wasn't gay and a few
of the women asked me out. I was surprised as I never really
thought I was attractive at all. I did go out with a few of them
and wound up with my face between their thighs. Apparently my
skills with my tongue was common knowledge amongst the women, all
the single ones wanted to 'try me out'.
I moved on from there and finally went to work for Hobson's
International Financials near Tower Bridge as their IT
Administrator. I moved house to east London to a place called
Beckton, where I bought a small, detached two bedroom house with
a small garden and a garage. It was ideal for me.
I met June Bobb on the very first day, when she came over to see
if the previous owner had left her fork in the shed at the back
as he promised her he would. I went to check and didn't see
anything in there at all, inviting her to check for herself. She
looked around the shed and the garden and went away in a huff.
I saw her in the Asda supermarket next, she recognised me and
said hello as she passed. I waved at her, noticing how lovely her
eight year old daughter was and wondered why she was looking at
me with that strange look, smiling at me as she walked by. I felt
a sudden shudder go through me, a sense of deep foreboding that
told me that I should keep the little beauty at a great length
from me. After that, June saw me often and started saying "Hello"
to me, stopping to chat a few times when I was coming home from
work. Her husband always gave me that "Oh, he's one of 'them'"
looks and pretty much ignored me. I never said much to him
either.
I began to notice the way he cuddled and caressed his daughter
when they were alone in the back garden one day as I stood at my
upstairs back window. I thought that it was a rather
inappropriate way to behave, he was pawing at her rather fetching
bottom as she hugged him and talked to him. Her face had a really
erotic and sexy look to it that made me feel quite odd watching
them there, then he shocked me by easing his hand into her shorts
and I saw her head raise up, a small smile on it. He pulled out
his hand and smelt his finger, I thought "No! He couldn't have!"
After that I started noticing lots of little things about the two
of them. Then the scandal broke and all hell broke loose. The
court case was in the news and I saw very little of June Bobb,
then June Dennis, for a long while. Then there was the divorce
and she finally arose, seeking me out as someone to cry to,
telling me everything. I was surprised that she would entrust her
story to me, but since I knew she thought I was a lonely 'gay'
man, she must have thought that I would be the perfect
'girlfriend' to turn to. We became close and I spent a lot of
time over at her house, just talking and getting to know her
better. Nicole, her juicy little daughter was now ten and getting
taller. She still gave me that funny look and kept wanting to sit
in my lap all the time as she and her mother got to know me
better. Her mother still thought I was gay, but somehow I think
Nicole knew that I wasn't. She used to give me those strange,
sexy looks and smiles that had me on edge all the time. Then I
learned that John was not her father at all, he was her
stepfather. Nicole's father had left years ago to chase a very
young girl who used to live in the neighbourhood. The girl was
barely sixteen and her mother moved to escape from him. June
divorced him after that.
Then Nicole came over to my house for some help with her
schoolwork while her mother as away. She brought over lots of
paperwork and left some of it on the table when she left. I
looked though it and found that it was a transcript of her
testimony from the court. I read in stunned silence as it
unfolded that her stepfather had been 'playing' with her since
she was four years old and had taken great pains to teach her how
to suck his cock. He took even greater pains to get her to like
drinking his sperm before he took her anally and then took her
virginity.
He trained her to love what he was doing to her and even brought
some of his friends over while his wife was out, to enjoy his
daughter's eager mouth and anus, saving her vagina for himself.
I took the transcripts back to her and told her that she should
destroy it. She nodded, but the look in her eyes told me that she
had accomplished what she had actually set out to do, make me
aware of her.
June started seeing a young man from her work around then and he
began coming to the house. I stayed away because of Nicole's
attentions and it was not long afterwards that she kicked him out
for molesting her daughter. The it happened again and again
before she just stopped seeing men.
"Their all bastards!" she told me, "I can't trust any of them!"
"You can trust me!" I told her smiling, I had always fancied the
big sexy woman myself.
"Yes, but you're different!" she told me, stroking my cheek. I
felt that this 'gay' thing had gone on long enough and was going
to tell her when the little sex pot came in and spoiled
everything with her baiting of her mother.
"You took my 'Daddy' away from me, so now I'm going to take any
man you have away from you." she told her. I got out of there as
the two of them went at it, staying away for at least a week
until they calmed down. I didn't want to get involved in their
'tiff', they might ant me to pick sides and I didn't think Nicole
was someone you wanted to mess with after what she told her
mother.
Eventually June came over and sat with me, talking for ages about
her needs and how they were not going to be filled, wishing that
she could find a caring person like me to spend the rest of her
life with. I was about to tell her something when the doorbell
rang and her daughter pushed past me to greet her mother with a
veil of tears. She threw herself at her mother's feet, crying so
hard that she wet her mother's dress.
"What is it Nicole, what's happened?" she asked.
The girl was having difficulty getting her words out, her speech
was muffled as she blubbered her words. We had to calm her down
and when she settled down enough she told us.
"Daddy's dead!" she cried again, "They hung him!"


Continued...


  
Problem Child 1