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   Autobiography

   I am a woman, therapist, wife, mother of 3, and a complete pervert.  I
wish it wasn't so.  I wish the person I portray in public was the same as
when I am alone with my thoughts.  But alas, my destiny was determined by
my sick uncle long ago.  Growing up it was me, my little brother and my
mom. Our dad was never in the picture and I have no idea even what he looks
like.  We lived in a Duplex around Quebec City.  We grew up speaking French
and English often times within the same sentence.  We lived on one side of
the Duplex and our Uncle lived on the other.  I always thought of him as a
father.  He was always there for us and, until I was around 11 and my
brother was around 9, never gave us a clue as to what really lived deep
inside him.

   Right after my brother's ninth birthday my Uncle took a new interest in
him.  I remember being over at my Uncles with my brother, just the three of
us.  My uncle (Steve) had my Brother ( Frédéric - but we all call him Jake)
on his lap.  This was not too uncommon as both my brother and I spent lots
of time on Steve's lap.  This time however my Uncle's hands must have
started to wonder.  I saw my brother start to squirm and whine for my Uncle
to stop it.  At the time I just remember being annoyed with another one of
my little brothers whiny cries.  My Uncle quickly took things up to another
level though.  He roughly pulled Jake up and started to yell at him to be a
good boy and just do what hes told.  My brother was quick to break out in
tears which just further angered my Uncle.  Steve grabbed Jake and quickly
pulled him over his lap.  I watched as he pulled my brothers shorts and
underwear down and started to spank Jake hard and fast.  I was breathless
as I heard Jake cry and scream and then I felt new strange feelings in my
tummy as I watched my Uncle start to rub Jake's ass then start to push a
finger into his boy hole.  My Uncle seemed to remember my presence and
asked me to help him.  He had me put a hand over Jake's mouth as he forced
two fingers into Jake.  I was mesmerized by the sight of my Uncle spitting
onto Jake for lubrication.  The butterflies in my stomach flew out of
control when my Uncle stood up with Jake and ordered him to strip.  Steve
stripped as well and I saw a hard adult cock for the first time in my life.
Being 11 I was just on the cusp of puberty and was just learning what it
felt like to have my pussy become damp.  Looking at my Uncle's hard cock
and seeing him use my brother as a sex object made me wetter than I had
ever been before.  I knew nothing of sex, I was vaguely aware of some small
specifics, but had never even remembered seeing a man naked.  Now I was
watching, actually helping, my Uncle Steve use Jake as a sex toy.  Jake was
put on the floor, now completely naked, sitting on his knees.  My uncle
told me to hold Jake's hands behind his back which I quickly did.  My
brother was still crying and begging my Uncle to stop.  Uncle Steve grabbed
Jake roughly by his long hair and started to rub his cock over the boys
face.  I felt spasms in my cunt for the first time seeing this.  I felt the
adrenaline course through every part of me and forgot all about being a
good big sister and instead thought only of my pussy.

   Before long my Uncle has the head of his cock in Jake's mouth and with
both hand on the side of Jake's head he started to fuck my brother's mouth.
After just a couple of minutes, or perhaps even seconds I saw my Uncle bury
more and more of his cock into Jake as Steve started groaning and bucking
his hips.  I had no idea what was happening or that Steve was actually
filling Jake's mouth with cum at the time.  I saw Steve visibly calm down
and also saw my brother spit on the floor again and again.  Steve told Jake
what a good boy he was and essentially thanked him.  He put his pants on
also praised me for my help and told me what a big girl I was and how I
surprised him with how strong I was.  To say I wanted the praise is an
understatement.  I relished it, I needed it.  Growing up with no father, I
was more than willing to do anything for a man that I had spent my
childhood fantasizing that he was my father.

   My Brother did not adjust well to this new situation.  My Uncle's desire
seemed to know no limits and everyday Jake was introduced to some new type
of perverted act.  My Uncle always made sure to include me.  I felt like a
co conspirator helping my Uncle use my whiny little brother.  I loved being
on his team and my pussy loved even more the sights of Steve and Jake
having sex.  Having no other outlet for sexual knowledge this is how I was
educated in the ways of love.  Seeing Steve and Jake day after day led me
to believe that the only way I could get off was to help a man use a little
boy.  When I started to masturbate, these are the images I pictured.  I
would rub my little clit and finger my virgin pussy thinking about Steve's
hard cock pumping in and out of Jake's mouth.  Or I would picture me
holding Jake's ass open as Uncle Steve lined his cock up and penetrated my
brother's little hole.  I would often cum to the images of Steve deep
dicking Jake's ass, remembering Steve's moans and Jake's screams as I
shoved another finger in my cunt.  Steve quickly went to pimping Jake out
as well, which meant that I had even more men to act as father figures
towards me.  I never hesitated to indulge any of them in what evil thing
they wanted to do to Jake.  For some reason I was never really touched.  It
seemed to be a rule, that I could help them use Jake, but I was not to be
used myself.

   There was one evening that at least 8 men used Jake.  They all gave me
tips and made me feel so important.  I watched as they came on Jake's face
and over his back and on his stomach.  It was usually my job to be ready
with a towel to clean up.  I was also in charge of washing Jake up between
sessions and would put him in the shower and scrub him.  I became
fascinated with his little body.  He was very cute, with a skinny body and
deep green eyes.  His hair was brown and was always kept long.  He had a
smaller dick that was cut.  It occasionally got hard and was probably 2.5
inches at the time.  His ass was also well shaped, typical little boys ass
with muscular dimples and a perfect curve to it.  I loved rubbing it and
feeling it when I cleaned Jake up.

   Jake is now very gay living in Toronto with his partner.  We have talked
somewhat about what happened and he views me as much as a victim as
himself. He has been kind enough to say that he doesn't blame me for any of
what happened.  He has asked however why I don't let his nephews visit him
more and perhaps stay for a few days.

   So now when people see an author who likes to write about a mom who
holds her sons down so some twisted pedo can fuck them they might ask why?
I guess in my case its pretty easy to see why the idea of some man using
one of my pretty sons turns me on.  I am wet even now thinking about my
youngest son having a dick in his mouth while I hold his hands behind his
back.  Having kids that are really pretty doesn't help either.  I do see
you guys staring at them and know what you are thinking.  Lucky for you, I
am having the same thoughts and love to know what goes through your minds
when you look at my sons tight little asses or my daughters slim long legs.
Don;t get me wrong here, I am not open to letting any man come fuck them
they are my kids after all- but in my fantasies all of you already have. 
again and again, in every way imaginable.  J.