Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 3

By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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Jan knew she shouldn't be allowing them to do it, but what else
can she do?  She can't tell them she's their mother, they'd never
believe it.  Hell, she's having trouble believing it herself. 
Even if they *DID* believe her how could she explain last night
when she allowed Michael to fuck her?

No, the best thing to do is just allow it this one time and make
sure in the future it doesn't happen again.  She'll have to be
more careful so they won't see her like this.  Michael pushed his
cock head to the back of her throat, breaking her concentration.
Steve was busy thrusting fast and hard into her vagina while
Michael seemed intent on getting his entire cock into her mouth.
With her head turned to the side, it was nearly impossible to get
more that four inches inside her now much smaller mouth.  It
would be no problem for big Jan to deep throat his six-inch cock,
even at that angle.

Steve's efforts intensified his rhythm erratic as she sensed his
imminent release.  He made several garbled sounds before wheezing
hard through his nose, his eyes shut tightly.  "You're really
tight!" he cried out beginning is post orgasmic decline as she
felt her insides growing wetter as his slightly larger cock
convulsed repeatedly, fully immersed in the mixture of cum inside
of her.

"I wanna fuck `er again," Michael called out, jerking his cock
from her mouth, pulling a line of spittle along with it.  Steve
had hardly vacated the space between her legs as he pushed his
way in, desperately searching for her leaking hole with the tip
of his cock.  She let out a soft moan as he entered her, sliding
to the hairy base of his cock on the first stroke.  He joined her
seconds later, vocally expressing his enjoyment.

"Here, slut, suck my cock," Steve dispassionately stated bumping
her lips with the slimy tip.  Her mouth opened allowing him to
push it inside.  Michael's excitement from watching his brother
fuck the young whore had him right on the edge and he didn't hold
out for more that a couple of minutes.  Her exceptional oral
skills had Steve's cock returning to firmness fast, ready to
resume once Michael finished.   She realized that if she wanted
to end this, she'd need to allow them to cum as much as they
could to get it out of their system.  Once they were sated, she
could sneak out and hopefully return to big Jan without any
further problems.

"What are you punks doing in Mom and Dad's room?" she heard her
oldest son's voice from the hallway.  She swallowed hard, not
just because of the liquids accumulating in her mouth, but
because she was exposed, with her two younger sons having sex. 
Michael rolled off of her onto their father's side of the bed
panting.

"What the hell?" he blurted out seeing the naked young girl's
body come into view.  "What's going on?" he asked stepping
forward, approaching the bed.  Steve moved away from her, his
erection springing from her mouth as it swayed to a stop. 
"Somebody better say something."

The boys were embarrassed about getting caught but also afraid he
would tell their parents about what he saw.  "She wanted it!"
Steve said pulling their mother's pillow out of the way to sit
down.

"Who is she?" he asked, his eyes roaming over her nakedness.

"Michael says she's a prostitute that Dad fucked last night."

"WHAT?  You're crazy.  Dad wouldn't bring a prostitute here to
fuck, especially not one this young.  Where was Mom?"

"She wasn't home," Michael, added staring up at his older brother
still gazing at the girl's nudity.  She didn't seem to have any
modesty and simply laid there while the boys gawked and talked
about her.  "And Dad left after he fucked her.  He told her to
leave and she wouldn't so he left and told her to be gone when he
got back.  I think she wanted more money or something."

Jan listened as the conversation went on around her, totally
wrong on all parts of what happened, but how can she correct the
fallacy?  Pulling her legs together, she closed her eyes hoping
that Robbie will do the right thing and make them leave her
alone.

"That's when she started coming on to me," Michael added and she
cringed.  She did *NOT* come on to her youngest son, he did but
there was no way to argue her case.  "She pulled me into here and
let me fuck her.  Just like that. And now she came back for more,
isn't that right, Steve?" he asked turning to his brother.

"Yea, that's right," he said reaching out to tweak her left
nipple.  She squealed, pushing his hand away.  "She's a whore and
let us fuck her."

"You guys are full of shit," Robbie said sitting next to the
naked girl.  "Is it true?  Are you really a whore?" he asked
putting his hand on her leg.

She wasn't sure how to answer that question.  He'd never believe
who she really was and again she was caught having sex with her
two sons, but could they really be considered her sons?  They're
older than she is so how could that be possible?

One at a time she looked at the three of them, gauging their
reaction.  To her they're still her sons, but to them she's just
some young slut readily spreading her legs for them.  She got a
cold chill noticing the same lustful stare the college guys used
to give her so many years ago.

"Well?"  She remained silent, feeling his hand gliding up her leg
until it reached her aching pussy.  Pushing his thumb inside, she
let out a soft groan as it entered her.  "I guess that means you
are," he added standing and pulling his shirt over his head.

Jan watched horrified as her oldest son kicked off his shoes and
began unzipping his pants.  NO! she wanted to scream.  It was bad
enough with Michael last night and again with Michael and Steve,
but Robbie too?  Her eyes dropped to his waist as his pants
dropped, revealing his rapidly inflating manhood.

"Outta my way, nerd," he called out pushing Steve of the bed. 
Jan looked at the semi-erect slab of cock pointing at her face. 
"Suck it."  Reaching out, she examined it.  She hadn't seen
Robbie naked since he was about 10-years-old and god has he
grown.  Remarkably his and Richard's cocks are very similar. 
Both about the same size, shape and color, but more noticeable
was the pronounced blue vein running down the top and parting
into a large "Y" about a third from the end.  He's definitely his
father's son.

"SUCK IT, SLUT!" he repeated more forcefully jabbing his hips at
her.  He was fully hard and she needed to pull it down to keep
from having to raise her head.  He pushed hard, sending it to the
back of her throat in one stab.  She began sucking and slurping
on it smiling as she heard him moan from her efforts.  Steve
moved around to get between her legs but was pushed away.

"I'm going next," Robbie callously stated pulling it from her
mouth and repositioning himself on top of her.  She grunted as he
cruelly shoved it into her.  She was silently thankful that the
boys had each cum inside of her or it would have been much more
painful.  He bottomed out quickly, striking the very back of her
developing sex causing a soft squeak from somewhere inside of
her.

He was brutal and uncaring, pounding fast and rough as she
gripped the loose sheets squeezing tightly.  "Fuck, bitch, you're
so fucking tight!" he called out increasing his strokes.  With
her eyes closed tightly, her fists clinched and her body rocking
back and forth, she cried out, twisting her body from the hurting
he was causing.  She wasn't sure how much more of his abuse she
could handle when like an answered prayer, he began grunting, and
calling out that he was cumming.

She felt the strong jerking motions of his cock, as it spewed his
fertile seeds into her immature uterus, soaking her further with
incestuous sperm.  He remained motionless for several long
minutes as his cock slowly diminished.  Her tightness, like a
cock band, keeping it harder longer as the last few drops of cum
seeped out to join that of her other two sons.

As his cell phone rang, he jerked away from her, yanking his cock
out causing the sensation of someone pulling a bandage from her
tender wound.  She whimpered as the cock head popped free,
sending cool air in and warm sperm out.  He reached for his phone
as Steven moved back around to replace him.

"Jason, man, you're not gunna believe this shit," he began
turning to face his brother on top of the young whore.  "I came
home and caught my two little brothers banging some little slut
on my parent's bed and the little slut just let me fuck her too!"
 He paused before giving a short chuckle.  "No, man, I ain't
lying, this shit's for real.  Let me send you a picture," he
added aiming his phoned toward the bed.  Jan heard the shutter
click and cringed.

"No, I don't know who she is and it don't matter.  She's here
letting us fuck her.  Yea, I'm sure she will, come on over," she
heard him say before closing his phone.  She didn't like the
sound of that one bit.  "Hurry up," he told Steven who was still
pumping his cock into her.  "Jason wants to fuck her when he gets
here."  She moaned.

***

She couldn't bear looking at them as the four stared at her as if
she were a freak of nature.  They were finished with her, each
fucking her until everyone was raw, especially her, and she was
dripping cum.  Rolling onto her stomach, she wished that they
would just go and leave her alone, but they insisted on talking
about her as if she wasn't even there, each supplying their own
idea about who she was, where she came from and why she was
allowing them to fuck her.

"We outta bring her to the party tonight," Jason said pulling his
pants up.

"Naw, that's not a good idea.  Don't want to walk in with some
little kid with us."

"Yea, but once a few of the guys get a sample of that tight
little pussy; they won't care how old she is as long as they get
some."

"Not tonight.  Maybe another time.  I'm still trying to hook up
with Suzy and if I go there with this little slut, it might scare
her away."

"Then how `bout she come with me?  I don't have a girlfriend and
don't care who sees me with her."

"Then why don't you ask her?" he said standing once his shoes
were on.

"What do you say, slut?  Wanna come with us to a frat party? 
You'll have all the cocks you want," he added laughing.  She shut
her eyes as the throbbing sensation between her legs intensified.
 Her crotch was a slimy, burning, aching bundle of nerves that
hurt to just lay there and she could feel the sheets beneath her
getting soaked as the continuous leaking of cum drained from her.
 Slowly she shook her head.  No way would she go through this
again, especially for a bunch of drunken frat boys.

Leaving the room, Robbie turned back for one more look at the
young girl.  She's got a nice little butt.  If he ever gets the
chance to fuck her again, he would definitely try out that sweet
ass.  As the door closed, she crawled under the blanket, moaning
and cupping her painful crotch.

***

"Honey, wake up," she heard her husband's voice and felt the
tender caress of his hand on her naked back.  Slowly she rolled
over, her large breast lagging until she rested on her back where
they flopped to the sides.  She was big Jan again and her husband
was sitting beside her smiling.  Her pussy still ached and she
could feel the watery goo squishing between her legs as time and
her temperature liquefied all the sperm.

"Hi, honey," she croaked, her throat still sore from the boys
using her mouth as an oral pussy.

"Are you not feeling well? He asked touching her forehead and
noticing how clammy and warm she was.

"No, I'll be okay, just a little tired, that's all."

"I want to say how sorry I am about our anniversary night and I
want to make it up to you," he said bringing a bouquet of flowers
from behind his back.  "And I brought wine too," he added
reaching to the floor for the bottle of Chablis.

"Uh, Richard, you know what happens to me when I drink," she
warned looking at the chilled bottle.

"Yea, I know," he said winking.  "I'm hoping we can forget about
the crazy stuff that's been going on these past few days and I
can get back to having my wife," he added leaning over to kiss
her.  Her lips seemed swollen, her breath stale and salty but he
didn't think anything of it.  "I also made reservations at
Charley's on the Lake, your favorite restaurant."

"Mmmm, that sounds nice, Honey," she said pulling the sheet over
her breasts.  Being married to Richard all these years taught her
modesty, but it wasn't always like that.

"Here, have a glass of wine," he said reaching for the cork
screw.

"Uh, maybe we should wait on the wine, Honey, you know it only
takes me about a glass before I start to get, uh, giddy."

"That's what I'm hoping for," he said popping the cork and
reaching for the glasses.

"Richard, can I ask you something?" she asked as he handed her
the wine.

"Sure, Honey, anything you want."

"What do you know about the Fountain of Youth?" She asked taking
a drink of wine.

He looked at her sternly.  "Jan, we're not going there again, are
we?"

"I need to discuss this with you, please, Richard, just humor
me."

"I know it's a myth.  It doesn't exist."

"If that's true, why have people been trying to find it for
centuries?"

"I'm not sure, but it isn't real.  Now, let's talk about
something else."

"Just pretend for a minute that it does exist and let's say that
the water I fell into was in fact the Fountain of Youth."

"Well, if that was the case then I guess that that maybe you
would get younger, but the myth is you *STAY* younger, not change
back and forth."

"Something's going on.  I'm changing and I don't know what's
going on," she said taking another sip.

"Did you drink any of the water?"

"Hell no!  It was dirty, smelled funny and I don't know what kind
of germs was in there."

"Did you get any in your mouth when you fell?"

"I don't think so, but it's hard to tell.  I fell on my ass and
my head went under the water."

"How deep was it?"

"About waist deep, why?"

"Well, maybe it got into you not from your mouth, but lower."

"Lower?"

"Yea, like your vagina.  You were standing in it for a long time.
 And you did have a lot of cuts and scratches on your legs that
were still bleeding when I pulled you out.  Maybe it got into
your blood stream that way.  Not enough to cause a permanent
change, but enough to change you to a younger person."

"So you believe me?  That I was the girl last night?"

"I didn't say that.  I said the Fountain of Youth doesn't exist
and even if it did, I don't believe it could change people like
that.  It just doesn't make sense."

"Richard, I'm not lying." she bawled angrily finishing off the
glass of Chablis.

"I'm not saying you are.  Maybe you're right that the water had
some germ or bacteria that are affecting you, you know, making
you delusional."

"DELUSIONAL?!?"  Are you freakin' kidding me?"  That's the same
damn thing Dr. Becker told me!"

"Well, maybe its true then, if the doctor told you that, he can't
be wrong, right?"

"RICHARD!"  I'm not crazy!  Something's happening to me and I
can't explain it but I'm not crazy!"

"Honey, calm down.  There's got to be an explanation other than
you change into a 10-year-old girl from time to time."

"I can't think of one and besides, I actually about 11 or 12, I
was a late bloomer."

"Whatever.  10, 11, or 12, it's still absurd that you pulled that
stupid stunt on me.  You know how I feel about that kind of shit.
 And to do it on our anniversary?"

"Richard, I didn't *DO* anything.  It was *DONE* to me."

"Okay, Honey, we're not getting anywhere like this so what do you
say we just drop it, okay?  Wipe the slate clean and start fresh.
 Pretend this is our anniversary and we're going to have a nice
evening together, okay?" He smiled refilling her glass.  She
couldn't help but not return his smile.

"Let me take a quick shower and I'll meet you in the living
room."  She waited for him to leave before getting out of bed. 
She never sleeps in the nude and he'd be suspicious if he saw her
like that.  Sitting up she felt a rush of runny fluids pouring
from her.  Little Jan's pussy is tight enough to keep a lot of it
inside but big Jan's isn't and it soaked the mattress through the
sheets.  Holding her hand over her tender slit, she waddled
toward the bathroom, the slime dripping to the floor through her
fingers.  She's going to have to really clean the bed and carpet
good tomorrow.

"I have your wine here," he said holding the glass above his head
as she entered the living room. Smiling she joined him on the
couch, taking it from him.

"What time's the reservation?" she asked taking a large gulp. 
She needed to settle her nerves although she was already feeling
the effects of the other glass.

"Eight-thirty.  We've got about an hour before we need to leave.
Plenty of time for a little romance," he added leaning over to
kiss her.  She was hesitant, but went along with it.  He was her
husband and she needed to be his wife, no matter how sore she was
or what changes may occur.

Reaching for her breast, he massaged the perky nipple though her
robe, slipping a hand under the belt, searching for her pussy. 
She moaned as he found it.  She was tender, but parted her legs
as his fingers dug into her furry opening.  The misinterpreted
sighs and groans encouraged him to be more aggressive as his
fingers probed deeper, eliciting more sounds of soreness.

Being painful, she figured that she wouldn't change, as it only
seems to change when she's sexually excited and this hurt too
much to arouse her.  "Where are the boys?" he moaned through
their kisses.

"Robbie's at a party and Steve's spending the night at Nick's. 
Michael should be in his room."

"Let's take this to our room then, so we won't be disturbed," he
said standing, extending his hand for her.  There was no way to
deny him of her wifely duties and stood.  Besides, she couldn't
tell him she was sore from all the sex she's had today, there
would be too many issues.

He was between her legs eating her out, slurping and grunting
into her pussy.  In the shower she was too tender to douche and
simply washed off with the hand held nozzle.  She didn't expect
him to perform oral sex on her and wondered if he could taste the
sperm residue.  She sighed as he tongue grazed her sensitive
clitoris.

After twenty years of marriage, he knew the places to touch her
to get her aroused and began working on them.  She wasn't
responding as well as he wanted and dug his fingers into her
pussy probing for her g-spot while flicking his tongue along the
little pearl peaking out from under the hood.  She moaned,
rotating her hips as it began having his desired affect.  With
her responding, he increased his efforts and soon her fingers
were intertwined with his hair as her hips more insistently
rocked from side to side.  She closed her eyes, allowing the
sensation to wash over her.

"God, you're so wet," he whispered moving up to kiss her.  She
could taste herself on him lips and sucked his tongue into her
mouth as he struggled to undress without breaking the kiss. 
"I've missed you," he groaned, pulling his pants to just below
his knees.  She sighed as she felt the familiar feeling of his
thick, hard cock entering her.  In unison they moaned as he
reached her very depths, forcing a puddle of wetness from her,
running down the crack of her butt.

His movements became more rhythmic, his strokes more urgent as he
repeatedly drove into her.  She tried thinking of something else,
her shopping list, getting the oil changed on her car, the PTA
meeting next week, anything to keep from becoming too stimulated.

Suddenly, like a roller coaster dropping, her stomach tensed, the
needles started pricking at her and she grew lightheaded.  "OH
NO, PLEASE NOT NOW!" she whispered as her skin rippled with
bumps.

Richard was in his own world, pumping fiercely on top of his
wife.  It had been over a week since they made love and all this
teasing shit she's been doing has given him a hard on for days. 
Suddenly her jiggling breasts stopped moving, her fullness seemed
to melt away and her pussy quickly began a fleshy vice grip. 
Pushing himself up with his arms, he stared down at her as the
final transformation took place.

"WHAT IN THE HELL?!" He screamed realizing he now had his cock
buried deeply into a very young girl.  Jan wrapped her slim legs
around his waist, holding him to her.

"Now do you believe me?" she asked looking up at him.

"How?  This is not possible.  It can't be!"

"I can't explain it either, Richard, but I told you this was
happening."

"Let me go," he said struggling to get free of her grasp.

"Not until you finish.  I'm still your wife, not matter what I
look.  Now make love to me, damn it!"

"You're *NOT* my wife, you're some little girl and I will have no
part in this.  Let me go!" he said thrusting his leg hard,
breaking away from her.

"Richard, please, don't do this.  We can work it out somehow."

"There's nothing to work out," he said from the bedside while
pulling up his pants.  "Is this going to happen every time we
make love?"

She stared up at him, tears welling in her eyes.  "I don't know.
I really don't know.  I have no idea what's happening or how long
the effects are going to last."

"Well until you figure that out, I'm not staying here.  I'm going
to be at Jerry's for a few days until I can decide what I'm going
to do."

"What?!  What does that mean?"

"I'm not staying married to someone who becomes this little, uh,
tramp, whenever I want to have sex."

"A TRAMP?  Is that what you think of me?"

He knew even in her diminutive state that she was pissed.  Her
face was bright red, just like big Jan's face got when she was
angry and it wasn't just the alcohol.  "Well, maybe that's the
wrong word to use, but any child who acts out sexually isn't a
nice girl."

"RICHARD I'M YOUR WIFE DAMN IT!  Not some child.  I've been your
wife for 20 years and we dated for almost two years before we
married!"

"Look how ridicules that sounds.  You're only 10-years-old, how
could we be married for 20?"

She took a very deep breath, exhaling through her nose.  "Didn't
you just see what happened to me?  I *CHANGED* right before your
eyes.  You saw for yourself what I've been trying to tell you all
along.  Inside I'm still Jan, your wife and the mother of your
children.  It shouldn't matter what I look like on the outside. 
If you love me, you'll love me for who I am, not what I look
like."

"It matters if you look like that!" he said waving his hand in
front of her.  "I'm going to Jerry's for a while."

"If you don't want me like this, I'm sure there are plenty of
guys out there who do!"

He looked at the bony little girl and chuckled.  "The types of
guys interested in little girls like you should rot in hell.  I
don't plan of being there with them," he added grabbing a change
of clothes.

"You're just going to runaway?  You always runaway from anything
you don't like.  You're a coward, Richard and if you love me,
you'll stay here until we work this out!"

"I already told you, there's nothing to work out.  You've become
something that I don't like and if you can't fix it, I'm not
staying with you."

"I can't freakin' believe you just said that!" she yelled chasing
after him into the hallway.  "Richard, don't walk away from me!"
she called out to his back watching as he hurried to the front
door.  "Richard, if you leave, so help me God, I'll do something
we'll both regret!"

He reached for the knob, turning to see the naked little girl
with her hands on her hips fuming at him, just as his wife
usually did when she was mad.  Her mannerisms and attitude
belongs to his wife, but that scrawny little body doesn't.  This
isn't something he wants to deal with.  At least not right now.

"I'm sorry, uh," he began not even sure what to call the child. 
"Whoever you are, but I need some time alone to think of what to
do.  Don't call me unless it's my wife on the phone.  I won't
talk to you again," he added slamming the door behind him.

"ARRGgggghhhh!" she screamed grabbing the Crystal vase given to
them 20 years ago for a wedding gift and throwing it toward the
door.  "You asshole!"

Falling to the couch she reached for the half empty bottle of
wine, bringing it to her lips.  She didn't need a glass and took
several hard swallows.  Five minutes later the bottle was empty
and crashed in the corner near the front door.

Storming into the kitchen she pulled her address book out and
turned to the J's.  With her hands shaking she dialed the number,
listening as it rang three times before he answered.  "Jason?"

"Yea, who's this?"

"It's, uh, little Jan."

"Who?"

"The girl from Robbie's house, remember we met earlier?"

"Oh, yea, what do you want?"

"Well, um, I was wondering if that offer to take me to the party
was still open?"

"Fuck yea, I'll be there in 20 minutes to get you," he exclaimed
hanging the phone up without saying bye.

Returning the phone to the cradle she put her head down on the
counter.  "I hope I didn't just make a big mistake."

~ end of part 3

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