Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 9 by wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com ) ~~~ "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 wetfly6969@aol.com ---> continue the story? <---