My friends make my Mom's life pretty miserable. I say 'my friends' because I'm the one who invited them in and made the introductions. They are all high school kids from the neighborhood, juniors and seniors mostly. I'm only a freshman. My sister, Cathy, is a junior, but she won't hang out with the neighborhood gang in or out of school. She doesn't consider the neighborhood gang her friends. They only come around our house to cause trouble.
Mom would like to run them all off, but she's afraid to cause trouble, fearing they'll take it out on us kids. Besides me and Cathy, there's Eloise, who is thirteen, and Lattie, who is eleven. We can't afford to move again, so Mom felt trapped. I suppose she was. She was raising us by herself on a shoestring and didn't need any neighborhood distractions to deal with.
Gloria was the ring leader and by far the sexiest, most outrageous girl I'd ever seen. She had a body, and she knew it. She had a bad reputation as a girl that would fuck a snake after biting the head off, but that's not why everyone called her snake. Gloria had a snake tattooed on her shaved beaver, coiled in her pussy lips with the head centered on her mound, mouth wide in a strike pose, long gleaming fangs dripping blood, and satanic eyes of fire. The snake was her own creation, and she liked showing it off. Gloria never wore panties under her short leather skirts.
Gloria's explanation for having such an intimidating tattoo in such a nice place was that guys who couldn't stay hard when confronted by the snake weren't worth fucking. Kissing the snake was a metaphor for eating pussy in our neighborhood, and kissing Gloria's snake made you one of the gang. No one messed with Gloria, and Mom feared her most of all.
Scott was a relatively new member of the group. He and Gloria were often together, but they weren't going steady. The rest were just hangers-on, kids like me trying to be cool and fit in. Mom didn't blame me for hanging out with the gang kids. She knew I had to fit in or there'd be trouble. I also think she figured we'd be protected if I were one of the gang. No matter what the gang did, I never got blamed or got in any trouble.
Cathy was the one Mom worried about. Cathy was too cute and sexy for her own good, and Mom saw how the gang continually harassed her. They wanted her to join. Cathy would have none of it. She wanted to be a nurse and go to college. She was into academics and remaining pure for Mr. Right--Dr. Right, actually.
Cathy wanted to be a virgin when she met Dr. Right, even though that might not be until she was in her twenties. We all admired Cathy for her strength and convictions. We all thought she was beautiful, smart, and sexy. The little ones looked up to their big sister, and I deferred to her as the oldest child. Mom worked many different jobs, sometimes two or three at once. Cathy raised us more than Mom did, and with no sibling rivalry whatsoever.
Three months after we moved to the new neighborhood, Mom caught Steve trying to fuck Cathy with Gloria's help. They had her tied, spread-eagled to her bed with two pillows stuffed under her ass, and Scott was poised naked to take her cherry. Mom burst in on them and threatened to call the police. Gloria was also naked. She, in fact, was guiding the cock. When she and Scott went up to Cathy's room, she told me to wait downstairs. I followed Mom when she learned where they had gone and stood behind Mom at the door when she burst in.
Mom was stunned at what she saw. Scott was a bit put off, but Gloria wasn't the least bit concerned. She, in fact, stroked the cock while Mom threw her fit. She said, "Oh, come on, Virginia. We just want to have a little fun. Cathy needs a good screwing. Doesn't Scott have a nice cock? Do you want a suck, or would you rather kiss the snake?"
Mom watched in flustered awe as Gloria taunted and teased her, showing Mom her tattooed pussy with a beckoning finger in the most obscene pose. She was lying across Cathy's middle on her back with one foot on the floor and the other at the edge of the mattress, lifting up her wide beaver while stroking a finger through the yawning slit, taunting, "Come on, Gloria, kneel down and kiss the snake." God, that was no nasty.
Several times, Mom told them to get dressed and get out. Gloria leaned over and sucked on the cock. Mom kept saying, "Stop that, you hear? Get out of my house! How dare you!"
Gloria ignored her and just kept sucking while fingering herself. When Gloria once again placed the head of Scott's cock at the opening of Cathy's cunt, Mom cried out, "No! Please don't!"
Scott made a lunge that buried the head past Cathy's pink ring of vaginal muscle, forcing Mom to physically intercede. She ran up and took hold of the cock just behind the head. Gloria let go, leaving Mom with a fist full of hard cock, lodged part-way in Cathy's cunt hole.
The proper thing for Mom to do at that point was to forcefully shove Scott back. Instead, she simply held his cock to prevent full penetration. Scott could still move his cock in short strokes. That's exactly what he did do. He had several inches of play to work with and used them to firmly seat himself in Cathy's tight pussy, right up against her hymen it looked like. He had an easy three more inches he could add and still leave room for Mom's fist. His was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, and I know Cathy was impressed. Her head strained up to see his cock moving her pussy, and she was bravely sweating in silence.
Mom surprised me. I knew she could have stopped them. She is a robust woman and carries big boxes and crates in a warehouse all day. She could have thrown Scott through a wall, and he seemed to know that. She said the right things, but not nearly as forcefully as the situation warranted. Mom could have grasped Scott's cock higher up and preserved Cathy's cherry, but she never adjusted her grip on the outstroke.
She, in fact, steadily lost ground, gradually allowing her hand to slide back to his pubic hair. She acted faultless when he broke through her cherry and helpless as inch after inch took possession of Cathy's ex-virgin pussy. She was neither. Mom controlled the depth of penetration all the while and gave Cathy more cock as she could handle it. That's how it looked to everyone including Cathy. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Cathy moaned and groaned at every thrust and squealed when her hymen gave way. Again, it was Mom allowing her hand to slip that ripped Cathy's cherry. I was stunned by what she did. My heart went out to Cathy. When her cherry ripped, so did Cathy's resistance. Her head fell back on the mattress and she just stared up at the ceiling as though she could see her dreams dissolve in the water-stained plaster.
The side of Mom's fist mashed tightly against Cathy's pussy with every thrust after Scott finally took her cherry and began fucking her in earnest. Gloria clapped and cried out, "That a boy, Scotty. Fuck her good!" Mom kept up her pretense by countering with pleas to stop. If she only knew how absurd she looked as her hand followed the in and out movement of his cock. Her fist was smacking Cathy in the pussy and became sopping wet. From the perspective of anyone looking on, such as mine, she appeared to be fucking Cathy with the boy's cock, assisting the boy in deflowering her daughter, my wonderful big sister.
Cathy was well aware that it was Mom's fist smashing her pussy. In my opinion, she looked away so as not to embarrass Mom. Cathy was very perceptive and understanding. I had more trouble figuring Mom's motives than Cathy did. They were very close, more like best friends than mother and daughter. If Mom knew I was watching, I'm sure she would have let go, but she wasn't concerned with Cathy watching, and wasn't worried about what Cathy might think. At least, it didn't look that way to me.
Gloria wasn't idle. She was kneeing on the mattress with her knees out wide at Cathy's side, masturbating with one hand while exploring Cathy's body with the other. Mom would occasionally look away from the action at Cathy's crotch to watch what Gloria was doing. At one point, Gloria took her sopping wet hand and pressed it to Cathy's mouth, smearing her juices and trying to get a finger inside as Cathy put up a resistance. Mom said, "Gloria, that's awful. Please stop doing that."
In response, Gloria rummaged in her twat for more juice and fed her fingers to Cathy; who, by this time, had stopped twisting her head away and passively allowed those wet fingers to play inside her slack lips. Mom was torn between watching the cock and watching Gloria. After a minute of this, Gloria climbed over Cathy, straddling her head and settled squarely on Cathy's mouth and nose. She fell forward and rested her chin on folded hands that rested on Cathy's mound, smiling at the hand-assisted fuck. Mom cried out, "Don't do that to her. She can't breathe."
Gloria's response was to grind her cunt on Cathy's face and smile, saying, "All she has to do is use her tongue and make me move around. Oh, yeah! That's it, baby. Lick that pussy good."
"Gloria, that's terrible."
"Believe me, Virginia, it is not terrible. You should try it. Cathy sucks a mean pussy."
Indeed, she appeared to be sucking a mean pussy when Gloria got up and leaned back on her straight arms to show us. We saw Cathy's tongue reach out with her head tilted back. Her tongue lapped at Gloria's snake-adorned vagina while Gloria frigged her own clit. Mom had a hard time keeping her eyes off of that scene. Seeing my sister's pretty, pink tongue licking that snake kept my eyes riveted there as well. I crept to Mom's back and peered at the scene over her shoulder. She was sure licking the fuck out of that snake.
Scott's fucking put a wiggle in Cathy's cunt and she arched her loins to meet his thrusts, straining to the limits of her bindings. Gloria came about this time, and Cathy licked Gloria's cunt hole as the fluids seeped out. Gloria teased her cunt just far enough out of reach so Cathy had to stretch to get the tip of her tongue in the hole.
After several minutes, Gloria reversed her position with her knees wide out to the sides of Cathy's head. She had her ass sticking way up with Mom looking right down in it as Cathy licked pussy from that obscene angle, giving us a great view of the job she was doing, even probing and teasing Gloria's asshole. I couldn't believe that was our Cathy, and I know Mom couldn't.
When Scott looked like he was about to cum, Gloria said, "Cum in her pussy, Scott."
Mom said, "Oh, no, please! She has no protection. Please pull out, Scott. I'll finish you with my hand, I promise."
Gloria said, "Pay no attention to her, Scott. This way, you can get a hand job along with a fuck. Shoot your sperm in her and knock the bitch up."
Mom continued to plead her case, but only halfheartedly. When the sperm began shooting down his rod, she let go, allowing Scotty to gain full entry and plant his seed deep in Cathy's womb. This made Cathy climax. Scotty emptied his balls in my sister's heaving pussy with Mom looking on. When he finished, he and Gloria got up and left Mom to deal with the mess and with untying Cathy. I slipped out without Mom ever having noticed me. Cathy knew I was watching, so I was sure Mom would find out. Mom took Cathy into the bathroom and probably gave her the douching of a lifetime.
When she returned to near normal, guilt consumed Mom. She lashed out at Scott and Gloria, but they paid her no mind. They took food from the fridge, and sauntered out, laughing. They left me alone with Mom and Cathy. Eloise and Lattie were out playing. I know I turned red when I knew that Mom knew I had stayed and watched everything. She turned red as well. It was Cathy who helped us both recover. She said, "Hey, what's done is done. It isn't going to kill me, and it wasn't that bad. There was nothing either of you could have done, so let's just forget it."
We both breathed a sigh of relief and our normal color returned. Mom said, "And what about next time, and the time after that?"
"Mom, I'm not a virgin anymore. It doesn't matter. It's just an opening in my body, and it was designed for what they want to use it for."
"It is designed for procreation, Cathy, and they were using it as it was designed. They don't give one twit whether you get pregnant or not. They'd get you pregnant just for kicks."
"I know, Mom. Don't worry. I won't pressure you for birth control pills. I know how tight the money is. Besides, I hear bad things about them, and they are not 100% effective anyway. I'm not even sure you can get them here. They're still considered experimental. I'll just keep a low profile when I'm fertile and take my chances."
"Sweetheart, that's very noble, but if we can't afford those pills, babies are even more expensive. Abortions are illegal. Even if I knew where to get one done illegally, we still don't have that kind of money."
"I know, but if I get pregnant, I'll have welfare money to add to the family kitty. Mom, if you can't lick 'em, join 'em."
I couldn't resist saying, "You sure can lick 'em."
Mom shot me an angry look, saying, "Brad! That was uncalled-for after what Cathy's been through."
Cathy put her calming hand on Mom's shoulder and said, "Relax, Mom. That was funny. I know Brad didn't say it in a mean way. Actually, I licked 'em and joined 'em. Come on, Mom, laugh. I know you want to. That was funny, and you know it."
Mom's stony expression slowly melted. A smile formed and grew bigger until she did let go and did give a reserved laugh, saying, "Oh, Cathy, how did I ever deserve a daughter like you? Nothing ever fazes you. I can't tell you how proud I was of the way you took that ordeal in there. I didn't stop them because I knew they'd have you sooner or later, and I wanted to be there to see they didn't hurt you. It was as if you read my mind. You knew my motives weren't perverted, and that made things easy on me. I'm even more proud by the way you are handling it now: no shame, no embarrassment, no apologies, looking on the bright side."
"What's there to be ashamed or embarrassed about. So I licked a girl's vagina. Big deal, at least she keeps it clean. It was either lick it or be smothered by it, and the sooner I got her off, the sooner she'd get off. I'm not going to apologize for doing that. And she does get off easy. It could have been much worse. She could have been having her period and been a big, fat pig with a dirty, hairy vagina that stunk to high heaven and took forever to get off. If all vaginas were as clean and tasty as Gloria's, there'd be a lot more lezzies in the world."
Mom was surprised by Cathy's openness, pleasantly surprised. She smiled and chucked Cathy under the chin, saying, "It looks like Gloria won over a convert."
Cathy smiled and said, "Mom, Gloria's not queer, and I wasn't won over. I'm just saying, I won't need to be tied up next time. I hope that won't upset you, but why fight it? When Gloria wants her snake licked, I'll get down on my knees and lick it for her. They can have me whenever they want me, and they know it. You know it, and so does Brad. We should be able to admit that openly, don't you think?"
"I suppose. So, what does that mean? How do you want me to act in the future?"
"Just like you did this time. I want you there, by my side. I found it comforting having you with me. And, Mom, I know you enjoyed watching. There's no need to pretend otherwise. Gloria knows it. Scott knows it. Brad knows. They'll tell everyone they know. Relax and enjoy. I want you to."
"Cathy, I just don't know what to say. You amaze me. You truly amaze me. If that's how you honestly feel, I suppose I could relax and enjoy watching."
I said, "What about me? Can I watch, too?"
Cathy came and put her arm around me, hugged me close, and said, "Sure, why not? You've finally seen everything I have, in action. I've got no secrets from you now, do I?"
"I didn't see your butt hole."
Mom said, "Brad!"
Cathy said, "He's just being honest, Mom." She turned her back to me, bent low from the waist, and pried her cheeks apart, saying, "It's not much to look at, just a wrinkled ring of sphincter muscle like any other. You saw Gloria's; I'm sure mine is just like it."
"I didn't see it very well; your tongue was in the way most of the time."
"Well, excuse me. I'll try to remember to move it out of the way for you next time. Who knows, maybe next time, they'll want to do me in the ass. I hear anal sex is popular. I wonder what that feels like. Mom, did you ever try it?"
Cathy stood and faced Mom as Mom said, "Cathy, that's getting a bit personal, don't you think?"
"Mom, you just got through holding a guy's penis while he raped me. I think we can get personal, now, can't we? Don't get me wrong. I'm glad you did. At least you kept the last three inches out till the very end, giving me a chance to adjust. And you gave them to me at just the right time. Most girls say their first time was a let down. Not me. I think my first time will be hard to top, and I have you to thank for that."
"Yes, I suppose we can get personal. All right, if you must know, I have, and it wasn't bad. Your father and I did it that way as a form of birth control. Frankly, I hope they are into anal sex. At least you can't get pregnant that way."
"Mom, I thought my getting pregnant was a good thing. I thought that's what you wanted. You let go right when he ejaculated. You let him plant his seed as deep as he could. And I didn't see you reaching for the douche bag when we were in the bathroom. You cleaned the outside, but left all that sperm inside. What gives?"
Mom turned beet red and stammered, "Well ... I ... uh ..."
"Mom, don't be embarrassed. Just tell me what you want. If you want me to get pregnant, I can arrange it. I know my cycles, and I can get Scott, or any guy for that matter, interested at the right time. Well?"
Mom was on the spot. I enjoyed her discomfort and waited along with Cathy to hear what she had say for herself. She hemmed and hawed for a few seconds, then caved in and said, "Oh, all right. It's true. I wanted you to get pregnant for the reasons you already mentioned. We could use the extra money. Babies can nurse for years and aren't any financial burden until they stop. It's just diapers and baby powder, mostly. I nursed all you kids until you were four. I know; that's awful, but that is why I did those things."
I said, "Mom, I can remember nursing on you."
"So can I, Brad. You were a little stinker. I had to nurse you the longest, until you were six. You liked to bite me when I least expected it. I can still fell those sharp baby teeth of yours."
Mom rubbed her big breasts and I smiled devilishly. Cathy laughed, and said, "I can remember that, too. I always thought it was funny. Mom, be honest. You liked letting Brad suck on your breasts because he was rough, didn't you? I was only nine, but I could see that."
Mom turned crimson but nodded shyly, then said, "Well, damnit, your father had just left me, and I was nursing two babies. I was horny all the time right after he left. My breasts were always out, and Brad demanded equal time. My breasts have always been my weakness, and Brad seemed to know just how hard to bite them--hard, but not hard enough to break the skin."
Cathy said, "Yeah, so after a good mauling, you'd slip into your room and lock the door. Do you want to get real personal and tell us what you were doing in there for hours? Come on, Mom. Don't be bashful. Brad will get a big kick out of it."
"Cathy! You're embarrassing me."
"Oh, come on, Mom. Every female does it. Tell him, as if he doesn't already know."
"All right, if you must know, I masturbated. Are you happy, now, Cathy? Oh, God, I can't believe I admitted that. I must be red as a fire engine."
I laughed. Cathy laughed too, but said, "You are. This is great, Mom. We're sharing. Now, tell him what you did. He knows you were masturbating, but he doesn't know how. Details, Mom, details."
"Cathy, why are you out to humiliate me?"
"I'm not out to humiliate you, Mom. This is fun sharing personal stuff with you. Heck, look how much I've shared. You guys saw me naked and having sex with a boy and a girl. What's more, you saw me responding to both. You saw how I tried to get all of Scott's penis in me, and I know you saw me stretching to get my tongue inside Gloria's vagina. You saw me licking up all of her vaginal wetness after she had her climax. If that isn't sharing, what is? I'll tell you something else, I'll lick her again, every chance I get, and I don't care who watches. You'd better warn Eloise and Lattie, or they'll freak out when they see it."
"Cathy, your openness and honesty amazes me, but I'm not like you. Some things you just don't want to share with your children. Masturbation techniques is high on that list."
"I don't see why. What do you do, hump the door knob, rub off on the bedpost? Did you screw yourself with his GI Joe or something?"
"Cathy, honestly, your language, your imagination. I never."
"Mom, you watched me fucking and sucking pussy. You wiped my cunt for me. My language should be a moot point. Answer the question. What do you do? If you don't tell us, we'll just think the worst."
"You're not going to drop this, are you?"
"No, not if you want me to get pregnant for you. This is the least you can do, be open."
"All right. If you must know, I use my fingers and sometimes a candle I keep between the mattress and box springs."
"Show Brad how big it is. I've seen it, Brad. It's the biggest candle you ever saw."
"Cathy, you snoop."
"Mom, I've been making your bed and cleaning your room for years. Do you honestly think I never saw that big candle shaped like a dick, or never smelled it, or never tried to get it in me. I could only get the head in, and that's why Scott's big dick went in so easily. I usually clean your room with Moby Dick hanging from my twat. Once I get it in, it won't fall out. I could do jumping jacks and it wouldn't fall out. Come on, Mom; how much of that thing can you get inside your pussy? Half? Three quarters?"
"Almost all."
"Jesus! Brad, that thing is three inches thick and fourteen inches long. I measured. Mom, go get it and show him."
"Cathy, no."
"All right. I'll do it."
Cathy brushed past our blushing mother, then returned holding aloft the most obscene replica of a cock. Mom, or someone gifted, carved a helmet-shaped head and thick veins on the shaft. It looked like a monster cock, all right, and well used. Cathy handed it to me. I examined and sniffed it under Mom's embarrassed scrutiny. I said, "Mom, you could mate with a horse."
Mom lunged out and took the thing from me, saying, "That's enough sharing." Turning to Cathy, she said, "And I'll thank you not to use my device. Get your own if you want one."
"Who carved it?"
"I did."
"Will you carve me a smaller one, one I can fuck?"
"Cathy, are you going to start talking filthy, now?"
"I think so. If I'm going to be a whore for this family, I should have the right to talk like a whore, don't you think?"
"No one is asking you to be a whore for the family."
"Maybe not, but that's what I am. Do you deny it? I may have been an unwilling victim this time, but I won't be next time."
"Well, no, not if you put it that way. Suit yourself, Cathy, but I hope you realize everyone will talk about you. You'll get a bad reputation."
"Mom, six or seven months from now, my belly will be out to here, and I'm sure there will be pictures of me screwing guys and eating pussy passed all around school. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. Why fight it. I'm a whore. If you want me to have a baby, accept that fact. You do still want me to have a baby, don't you?"
"Yes. I already admitted that. Why must you keep rubbing my nose in it?"
"I'm not rubbing your nose in anything. I just want everything out in the open. I want to hear you say, 'Cathy, I want you to whore for the family.' Well?"
"All right. Cathy, I want you to be a whore for this family."
"There, that wasn't hard, was it? Don't worry, Mom. I'm okay with this. Whores don't need college educations. They make more money than nurses, and they stand just as good a chance of marrying money. Maybe not doctors, but money."
Cathy turned to me and placed both hands on my shoulders, looked into my eyes, and said, "Now, baby brother. How do you feel about having a whore for a sister?"
"Pretty good."
Cathy smiled, then kissed me on the lips, using her tongue. She kissed me long and deep like lovers do as her hands came down to my ass and she pulled my crotch into her pussy. She ground her cunt on my hard-on while Mom stood there watching with her mouth and eyes wide open. Cathy's soul kiss lasted several minutes before she broke the contact to get nose to nose and say, "You make me horny, you little fucker. You always have, and I know I make you horny. You have a nice hard cock and a sister who loves nice hard cocks. Let's give Mom a cheap thrill and let her watch us fuck."
Mom followed us to the bedroom and got a cheap thrill guiding my cock into the family whore. It was Moby Dick that gave her a bigger thrill, though. Man, that bitch has a deep pussy! Eloise and Lattie thought so too when they flounced in. Now, we're a three whore family and they're all pregnant. We're going to have diapers and baby powder coming out our ears, but who cares. We're moving uptown to a bigger house within easy walking distance to the red light district.
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