Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 9

by wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com )

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"That's all you can come up with?" Sharon yelled seeing the dull
green dress Jan put on which draped from her like an over-sized
curtain.

"It's the smallest thing I have.  I haven't worn this in years
because it was too tight.  I just never got around to throwing it
away."

"Put on something else, you look ridicules!"

"There's nothing else."

"Michael's not much bigger than you.  I'll bet he has an old
shirt or something you can wear," she said heading out the door.
Jan timidly followed, standing behind her as she opened the door
to the boy's room.  "Where's Michael?" she blurted sticking her
head into the room.  "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize you had
someone over," she said noticing a boy his age with him.

"Oh, hi Aunt Sharon, that's okay.  This is Jason," he said as his
friend smiled.  "I think Michael's in the kitchen, why?"

"I need to ask him something," she said returning the smile to
the teen.  "He's really cute, isn't he?" she directed the
question to Jan.  Looking toward the living room she shouted for
Michael.

"Aunt Sharon, is that you?" he called back.

"Yes, come to your room."

"I'm eating breakfast.  Can it wait?"

"No, I need you now, it's important."

Nearly a minute passed before her youngest son turned the corner,
stopping when he saw the young naked girl standing beside Sharon.
 She smiled at seeing the shocked expression on his face.

"You're back?" he asked not taking his eyes from her.

"You've seen her before?" Sharon asked glancing down at Jan.

"Yea, lots of times.  She's the prost..., uh, girl that Dad
brought home the other day."

"How would you like to fuck her?" she asked with a devilish grin.

"SHARON!" Jan yelled out squeezing her arm.

"Okay," Michael replied nonchalantly.

"Let's go then," she said pushing the bedroom door opened wider.
"She's got a tight little pussy."

"Yea, I know."

"You know?!  Have you fucked her before?"

"Yea.  A lot.  Robbie and Steve too."

Grinning down at Jan she couldn't help but lean down and swat her
butt.  "You've been a naughty little minx, haven't you," she said
winking.  Michael brushed past the pair, entering his room.

"Hey guys, we get to fuck that little whore again!" he exclaimed
much to Jan's dismay.

Sharon pulled her by the arm into the room, closing the door
behind them.  "Okay, boys, she's naked, now you do the same."

"Steve, what's going on?" the new kid asked watching as his
friend stood, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Get your clothes off if you want to fuck her.  She's a
prostitute and likes to fuck," Steve said.

"Oh, the boys know you're a prostitute?  How interesting is that?
 And how come you neglected to inform me of your little, uh
incest encounters?"

"Sharon, please.  I don't want to do this."

"Yes you do, and you're going to do it and anything else I say or
you'll be sorry," she said rocking the remote back and forth
between her fingers.  Jan gulped, eyeing the device which could
potentially cause her great pain.  "Now, Jared is having a
problem getting his clothes off, why don't you go help him?"

"It's Jason," the boy corrected keeping his eyes focused on the
younger girl.

"Sharon, please.  Don't make me do this.  They're my sons." 
Shaking her head, Sharon turned the dial to three and pushed the
button.  Jan's body suddenly tensed, her head jerked back while
her arms flayed about briefly until the button was released.

"That's your first warning.  You disobey me or talk back to me
again, and you'll get it worse next time, understand?"

Jan was nearly doubled over, her hands resting on her knees
panting as she tried to recover.  It was stronger than she
remembered and the sudden jolt took a lot out of her.  "Get
moving," Sharon urged, putting her foot on her butt and pushing
her toward the bed.  Michael and Steve were both naked while
Jason stood unsure of what to make of everything.

Glancing over her shoulder at the smiling Sharon, Jan dropped to
her knees and reached for his zipper.  She's known Jason since he
was about 10-years-old as Steve met him right after they moved
into the house.  He didn't resist as she unbuttoned his jeans,
pulling them down, exposing his white briefs.

Swallowed hard, she reached for the large bulge in front, giving
it a squeeze before pulling the front down and releasing his hard
cock.  He was a senior and year older than her son but the
difference in their sizes was amazing.  Stroking it a few times,
she leaned forward, taking it into her mouth, educing a low groan
from the boy.

"I'm fuckin' her first," Steve said bending over to shove his
hand between her legs and sinking his finger into her sore pussy.

"I found her first so I should get to go first!" Michael
protested moving around to pull her away from the older boys.

"Relax boys, there's enough pussy to go around for everyone. 
Jasper, why don't you get undressed and join the boys in bed,"
she urged.

"It's Jason," he mumbled watching as his friend moved the young
whore to the bed.  Sharon sat on Steve's bed smiling as the three
boys began molesting little Jan, laying her backwards.

"That's it, boys, fuck her good.  She loves cock, don't you
slut?" she goaded not expecting a reply as her mouth was full of
Michael's cock.  Steve was on top of her, thrusting back and
forth, rocking the bed with each drive while Jason sat on the
edge watching.  "Let her jerk you off," Sharon suggested.  "Put
her hand on your cock and she'll jerk you off."  He followed her
instructions and soon her hand was slowly stroking it up and
down.

"This is great, isn't it?" Steve asked his friend between drives.
 "Wait `til you feel how tight her pussy is, you won't believe
it."

"I'm going next!" Michael called out afraid of losing his place
in line.

"Relax, dweeb, you can go next."

"Sharon!" Jan cried out, pulling Michael's dick from her mouth. 
"Sharon, I need you here, NOW!" she groaned, feeling Steve's
thrusts increasing.  Slowly she approached.

"What is it, whore?" she bellowed staring down at her with
discontentment.

"Come closer, pa...please," she stuttered.  Leaning past Jason,
she put her hear next to Jan's mouth, smelling the odor of
boy-cock on her breath.  "Get my, uh, vibrator, please.  And
hurry!"

"What's wrong?  You trying to make yourself cum on Steve's cock?"
she mocked.

"Sharon, it's not funny.  I can't... can't hold it much longer, I
feel it, me, I feel myself changing...back!"

Sharon backed away, surprised from what she just heard, but a
smile creased her face.  "I'm sorry to hear that, Honey, but
you're on your own.  You need to learn to control yourself if
you're going to make this work."

"Sharon... please..."

"Fuck `er good, boys!" she said slapping Steve hard on his ass. 
"Drop a hot load of cum in that little whore," she added watching
as his pace began slowing.  He let out a loud, long groan before
coming to a rest atop her.

Jan's eyes were closed tightly as she willed herself to remain
little Jan.  Not so much to please Sharon, but to keep her sons
from finding out who she really was.  She pictured Richard making
love to her on a tropical beach, the two of them alone, the
sounds of the waves and the look in his eyes.  His eyes.  They
were so cruel the last time he made love to her.  No, it wasn't
love.  He raped her in her sleep and then ridiculed her!  Damn 
him!

"You're next, Michael," she heard Sharon's voice as movement on
the bed indicated the boys were shifting around.  Their faces
nearly lined up as he slipped his hard cock into her soiled hole,
sighing as his cock penetrated her fully.  She opened her eyes to
stare directly into Michael's lust-filled face.  "Let her suck
your cock clean," Sharon suggested to Steve as Michael moved
aside, giving him access to her mouth.

"Aarrrgggghhhhhhhhh!" she yelled out, losing control of the
transformation, feeling her bones, muscles and skin suddenly
expanding.  Her breasts inflated like a water balloon, filling
only half way as they sloshed to the sides.  Her hands, mouth and
vagina swelled, loosening their grips on the three cocks
contained inside.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Jason screamed, backing away quickly, falling
out of the bed onto the floor.

"MOM!?!" Steve cried out looking down at the woman who gave him
birth sucking his cock.

Michael's eyes were closed as the enjoyed the sensation of her
pussy until it suddenly released him causing his cock to slip out
from the sloppy looseness.  He was still on top of her, his cock
pointed toward her ass when he opened his eyes for the first
time.  "Mom?" he whispered.

The choker had tightened around her throat, making it hard to
breathe or talk, but there really wasn't anything to say.  She
closed her eyes as tears rolled down her temples.

"Mom, what's going on?" Steve said pulling his deflating cock
from her mouth.  "What just happened?"

"Man, that's fucked up!" Jason said standing, reaching for his
clothes.  "You guys just fucked your own mother!"

"We didn't know it was her!" Steve shouted back trying to move
out of bed without touching her nude body.  Michael remained on
top of her, too stunned to move.

Sharon returned to the room chuckling.  "Where are you going?"
she asked Jason as he pulled up his pants.

"Home.  This is fucked up!" he repeated.

"I wouldn't go so fast if I were you," she said holding the
vibrator by the wire connecting the switch to the bullet-shaped
end.

"I ain't gunna fuck no old lady, and certainly not my best
friend's mom."

"You won't be.  Watch, I'll show you," she said turning the
vibrator on high and moving closer.  "Michael, you're going to
have to get off of her for this to work."  Suddenly realizing he
was still laying on his naked mother, he jumped up, moving to the
foot of the bed.

Her face was beet red as she grasped at the tight band around her
neck.  Jan brought the buzzing unit to her clit and waited.  Her
eyes seemed to bulge slightly from the pressure and sweat poured
from her skin, wetting her hair.  Soon, but not soon enough for
Jan, the transformation began.  Just as quickly as she became an
adult, she regressed to her childhood self, panting deeply to
return oxygen to her lungs.

"Wh...what just happened?" Steve asked the question the others
were thinking.

"It's hard to explain.  Just know that your mother is no longer
your mother."

"I don't understand."

"Look at her!  Does she look like your mother?" Sharon shouted
startling the three of them.

"Well, no, not like that, but she did a while ago."

"You can forget about that other person, she doesn't exist any
more.  The only person you'll know is this little whore you just
fucked."  She turned to Michael and smiled seeing him staring at
the dribble of cum leaking from her bald slit.  "Go on, fuck her.
 You know you want to."

"Huh?  I can't.  She's, uh, my mother!"

"Weren't you just listening?  She's NOT your mother, she's a
whore.  Your whore to do whatever you want with her.  Just think
how popular you'll be at school when you bring home all your
friends to fuck her."

"But she's or mother!" he insisted.

"Damn it Michael!  Will you fucking look at her!  Does she look
like your mother?"

"No, not really."

"And she *younger* than you are.  How could your mo~ther be
younger than you, huh?"  He remained silent.  "You'd like to be
popular with the guys in your school, right?"  He nodded. "Then
why not share your whore with them?"

"SHARON!  That's enough!" Jan shouted finally getting her voice
back.

The raised eyebrow made her second guess her objection, but it
was something she needed to say.  She's trying to convince her
sons to bring boys home to have sex with her, not really to make
them popular, but to further degrade her.  "I'll tell you when
it's enough, and honey, we're just getting started!" she spat.

Turning to Jason, she smiled.  "How would you like to have your
own personal fuck toy, huh?  I bet you'd like that.  You could
visit whenever you wanted to and fuck her and if you wanted, you
could bring some friends along to have a wild time.  And of
course she'd never refuse anything you asked because she knows if
she does, you could expose who she is and the fact that she had
sex with her sons.  She'll be all yours to do anything you want.
*Anything*," she emphasized.

He swallowed hard before looking down at the young, naked girl he
was so close to fucking moments earlier.  He was partially
dressed, having his underwear on and holding his jean just below
his crotch.  Licking his lips he dropped them to the ground. 
"Can I fuck her first?"

"Go ahead, I don't think the boys will mind, do you?" she asked
rhetorically.  Smiling, she watched as he pulled down his briefs
before mounting her like a whore, stabbing her with his cock. 
"You boys need to hurry because she's got an important meeting to
go to later.  Cum as much as you want for now, she'll be back
later to take care of you again," she added laughing.

***

"I can't believe you made me do that!" Jan said slamming the car
door.

"Stop your damn whining," she replied starting the car.  "It's
not like you haven't done that before, right?" she said winking.
Jan remained silent.

"Where are we going?"

"First to my house to get your clothes.  That tee-shirt doesn't
do anything to show off your, uh, assets.  Then I want you to
meet someone.  I think you'll enjoy meeting him."

"Who is it?"

"It's a surprise."  They remained quiet for the drive.   Once
home, Jan cringed when Sharon pushed her into the house and Tony
and two other boys were there playing a video game. "Hi boys,"
she said ushering her into the middle of the room.  "I brought a
party favor for you," she added with a wink.

"Sharon, I thought we needed to get my clothes and leave."

"We've got a little time for them.  What do you say, boys, wanna
ride the Jan-train?" she asked pushing her closer.  "Strip,
whore!"

"Sharon, please, no more.  I'm really still really sore and..." 
Reaching for the controller, Jan gasped before slowly pulling the
baggy shirt over her naked body.  The boys began cheering and
closing in on her.

"You've got an hour to do whatever you want.  She's got a very
busy night ahead and we need to run an errand first."  The boys
quickly began undressing while Tony went over to pinch her
budding nipples.  "I'm going to the store and I'll be back in an
hour.  Be done with her," she said heading for the door.

***

The last guy was still pounding into her when Sharon returned as
she stood nearby watching.  He was really going at her and she
screamed with each forward punch.  Sated, Tony and the other boy
had returned to their video game, ignoring the young whore and
their friend.

Sharon waited until the boy came, pumping more cum into her
immature body before jerking her from the floor.  She was dazed,
babbling as the larger woman dragged her into the back room. 
"Take a bath, you smell like a whore house!" she ordered pushing
her toward the bathroom.  "I'll lay out the clothes for you to
wear and I bought you some make up.  You'll need it to look
sluttier."

Jan tuned her out as she rambled on while the spray drenched her
body.  She never realized how high the shower head was and had to
strain to turn it downward.  Every part of her ached and she
hardly washed herself at all from the pain.  Her pussy was raw
and inflamed so she did little more than splash some water on it
before getting out.

"You're gunna love being single again," Sharon stated handing her
a towel.

"What?  What did you say?"

"Once Richard divorces your cheating ass, you'll be a single
woman again and Richard will be free to marry me."

"WHAT?  What in the hell do you mean `marry you'?  Are you crazy?
 Why would he want to do that?"

"I've already convinced him to divorce you.  I've been working on
that for almost a year now and with this little girl shit you
pulled on him that was all I needed to have him talk to a lawyer.
 I'll show him some pictures of you in the bar from last night so
he won't have to worry about getting custody of the boys and
forget alimony; you'll never see a dime."

"You're insane.  He'll never divorce me for you.  You're nothing
but a skanky whore.  He's said that several times about you. 
Even when we were still in college."

"I might be a skanky whore, but what does that make you?  You're
lower than a skanky whore so you're nothing but a trashy whore,
right?"  She glared at her nemesis wanting to argue back, but
knowing that would be futile.  Besides, as long as she holds the
controller, she'll have the upper hand.  "I think I'll have
Richard build a kennel in the back yard for you.  That way any
time I need you, I'll just go out back and drag you from your
cage."

"That won't ever happen.  Richard won't marry you and even if he
did, I'm the mother of his children and he wouldn't allow you to
do that, or anything to me."

"We'll see, won't we?  Now finish getting dressed, we don't want
to keep him waiting."

Sighing, she pulled the camisole over her head and reached for
the spandex shorts, not even asking about panties.  Sharon pulled
her long hair into a pony tail before handing her the make-up
bag.  "Make sure you apply a lot, I want you really slutty
looking," she said smiling.

"Sharon, this has gone on long enough.  Let's stop this and let
everything go back to normal."

"NORMAL?  You think my life is normal?  You have no fucking idea
what hell I've through until you've walked in my shoes, but trust
me, you'll be walking in them soon enough!"

"Sharon, we've been friends for so long and this isn't right,
please, whatever I did to you to make you this angry, I'm sorry,
really I am.  Let me make it up to you, please!"

"You'll make it up to me alright; believe me, and then some."

"This is all because of your father?  You're angry because I
wasn't there for you when your father got out of jail?"

Sharon stared at Jan for the longest time.  "You know nothing
about my father, do you?"

"Just what you told me.  That he used to do things to you when
you were a little girl."

"Yea, *things*, do you even have a clue what *things* he used to
do?  He's a sadistic son-of-a-bitch and used to pass me around
like a party tray on New Years Eve.  He was cruel and brutal and
never stopped doing shit to me.  Family, friends, friends of
friends, co-workers and just about any fuck-head he could find he
offered me to them for a few bucks.  Sometimes just a 12-pack of
beer would be enough.  The night he was arrested he sold me to
someone he didn't know for $100.  The guy was an undercover cop
and they made me take them to my pimp waiting for me in the
parking lot.  I was 13-years-old and he never forgave me for
turning him in and when he got out, I really paid for it.  That's
why I had to leave college, because of him, and you."

"I'm sorry, Sharon, but how is that my fault?"

"For three weeks he raped me day and night, keeping me chained in
his bedroom and beating me whenever he felt like it.  That's when
I got pregnant with Tony and every time I look at him, I see his
father, my father staring back at me.  If you had been there when
I needed you, I wouldn't have been so weak and wouldn't have gone
to see him that night.  My life has never been the same because
of what you did."

"Sharon, it wasn't me!  I didn't do those things to you, he did.
You can't blame me for it!"

"I was terrified of him.  I still am, but I didn't have the will
to tell him no.  I needed you, needed your strength and needed
you to talk me into not going to see him.  If I hadn't gone, who
knows what my life would be like?"

"I don't know what to say, but it's really not my fault."  She
didn't see the opened hand swinging toward her until it was too
late.  The slap resonated throughout the room, knocking her
sideways. Rubbing her cheek, she slowly sat up.

"Get dressed.  We're late."  Reluctantly, she did what was
demanded.

***

The drive was short and took them to the seedier part of town. 
They drove past The Paradise Club and the commercial area of the
city into the rundown, crime-blighted section.  She never goes
this way as the crime rate is so high.  Pulling into a
dilapidated motel they climbed the stairs to the second floor
with Sharon pushing Jan ahead of her when she slowed.

Standing in front of room 228, Sharon knocked loudly.  Moments
later the door opened wide and a tall, pot-bellied old man
wearing a tank top and boxer shorts filled the doorway.  He was
unshaven and what gray hair he had left was unkempt and oily.

He noticed the Jan right away and never took his eyes from her.

"Hi, Daddy," Sharon said pushing Jan into the room.  "I brought
you a present."

~ the end of part 9

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