Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 3 By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~ 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 *** wetfly6969@aol.com *** would love to hear your comments!