Article 104397 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Date: Thu, 2 Nov 1995 12:36:33 UTC
Subject: Family Secret (Incest Fmf)

			    Family Secret
				 by
			       Tiffany

	A woman needs a steady diet of love, tender kisses, stroking,
and love making followed by holding and sweet words. This one
sometimes needs to have her ankles pinned to a mattress beside her
ears and have her pussy pounded to mush by a big cock with huge ass-
slapping balls. Walter, my husband of seventeen years, gives me plenty
of the former but none of the latter. For the latter, I take it where
I can get it. I get it a lot.

	I've been very lucky. I have indulged myself at least once a
week for the past thirteen years, and I have never been caught. My
husband suspects nothing, though my stretched pussy does little for
his less-than-average prick. My children have never seen me walking
around in bra and panties, much less nude, and they never heard a
dirty word cross my lips.

	I have played the ultra-conservative, sexually up-tight, even
frigid June Cleaver role to the hilt so that if word or rumors of my
infidelity ever got back to my family, they would not believe them. My
husband gets unresponsive straight sex, in the missionary position,
always with the lights out, and has never had a blow job, anal sex, or
even a hand job from me. I wear men's pajamas to bed and he screws me
through the fly. I won't spread my legs or let him lie on me. He
supports himself on his arms while I continually interrupt him, asking
him when he'll finish.

	Our sex started off that way. Both of our kids were conceived
that way. It's the only way Walter ever had me, and I saw no reason to
change, even after I was raped by a long-donged salesman who showed me
how fucking was done properly, then returned every day for three weeks
until I learned every lesson he thought I needed to learn. I learned,
and I changed radically in those three weeks.

	Walter saw no change other than my loose pussy, which he
politely never mentioned. I am much more stretched out now, and since
Walter can only get half his cock in with my legs together, I know
he's not feeling much more than a warm wet presence on the end of his
dick. I might be the only woman he's ever had. We were both virgins,
and he is so straight he could be used to align a building.

	I am very strict with my kids, and my fourteen-year-old Tarra
hates the repressive rules she lives under. Robby, my sixteen- year-
old, can't date and gets punished for getting erections or soiling his
sheets or underwear with his youthful spend. He has wet dreams and
gets punished for those as well. The kids have no right to privacy,
can never be behind a closed door, and I make Tarra sleep wearing
boxing gloves to prevent her from masturbating in the night. Robby
wears a tight, leather jock with cup that can be locked on. My kids do
not masturbate, not in my house, anyway.

	I make masturbation seem like the crime of the century. I am
obsessive about it; or at least, I act that way. I don't even allow
Walter to touch himself in my presence, though I know he indulges
himself in the bathroom. I don't say anything to Walter about his
lengthy stays in the bathroom, and he says nothing about my stays in
the bedroom behind a locked door.

	When I feel like masturbating, which is a nightly affair, I
lock myself in the bedroom. I have a plug-in vibrator that messes up
the TV reception. The vibrating dildo is sold as a facial massager,
but the long cock-like wand would only fool a fool. I keep my pussy
pleaser on my bedstand, in the open, and it reeks of pleased pussy.
Walter knows damned well my toy is no facial massager, but I refer to
the obscene device as my facial massager. When I want to masturbate, I
announce that I am going to massage my face.

	I love doing that, because I know they know exactly what I am
going to do. I may as well say, "Excuse me, family. I am going to my
bedroom to fuck myself with my vibrating fake cock. Do not disturb me
for the next hour."

	The kids see my dildo every day. It sits on my night stand,
sticking straight up, looking very phalic. If they haven't sniffed the
thing, it's because they know damned well where it's been. They've
seen it glistening after I emerge from a facial massage session, and I
like to stick a loose pubic hair or two on the shaft before emerging.
I am a hypocritical, compulsive- masturbating June Cleaver, and I love
playing my role to the hilt. This makes my adultery more exciting and
my home life less boring. I have the best of both worlds, and I know
it.

	Walter is not pussy whipped. He tolerates my eccentricities,
but he'd divorce me in a second if he knew I ever cheated on him. He
is very possessive in that way, and the kids know it, too. I know he
is sexually frustrated, but he will never admit that a plastic cock
outperforms his manhood. I wish the game could go on and on. I wish my
streak could hold out. I was not that careful; I was just very lucky.

	I wish I could still say that, but Robby and Tarra ended my
streak in a dramatic way. My husband would never understand or forgive
me for tipping our black pool maintenance man the way I tip him - with
my ankles pinned back to my ears and my asshole kissing his balls on
each stroke of his eleven-inch cock into my cheating twat.

	This is what Robby and Tarra saw when they came to investigate
the unusual noise coming from my room at two in the afternoon. The
school let out early because of a bomb threat. They were both standing
in the doorway when the hulking, sweaty cocksman pulled his long,
ebony, drippy dick from their mother's mushy twat. To say I was
shocked and mortified is the definition of an understatement. Every
atom in my body wanted to leave the area taking the path of least
resistance at the speed of light.

	I did not move nearly so fast. I let out a groan of despair
and rolled to my side in a fetal ball, wondering how long they'd been
there, and why they weren't leaving.

	My black stud was not the least put out by their presence. He
is my stud because he is such a ballsie fucker. He treats me like a
white-trash cunt, a piece of slut pussy, and I adore him for it. When
he reached for my top ankle, I wanted to shout, "No, please, Tyrone,
not now for god's sake, those are my children."

	I didn't cry out, because I knew my pleas would be wasted
breath. As though lifting a turkey drumstick, he hauled my leg
straight up overhead until my hip lifted off the mattress, exposing my
adulterous crotch in the most obscene way, saying, "Get a good look at
your mother's twat, kids. This is what a well-fucked cunt should look
like. That is prime Afro cock juice pouring out of your old lady's
pussy."

	I didn't think things could get any worse, but then he slapped
my pussy and inserted three fingers, saying, "This is what happens to
a white whore who fucks with an Alabama black python. Kid, I'll bet
you could get your arm up there. You wanna try?"

	This time I cried out, "Please stop. Robby, Tarra, go away."

	Thankfully, Robby did not take Tyrone up on the offer, but
neither of them left, either. I knew their staying would only inspire
Tyrone to further obscene acts. He dropped my leg and yanked me to a
sitting position facing the kids, holding me in place by my hair. I
tried to cover my breasts, but he slapped my hands away. I tried to
close my legs, but he slapped my inner thighs until I had them far
enough apart to suit him.

	He had my head tilted back, grasped by the back of my head. I
could see that Tarra and Robby had moved closer to the foot of the
bed, framed by my parted knees. My tits were thrust up as he pulled my
head back and into his crotch. He rubbed my face on his messy black
cock, saying, "Suck my cock, bitch! Show these kids what a good cock-
sucker their mother is."

	My shame and embarrassment was complete. I began licking, then
sucking, feeling him grow before my children's eyes. I knew this would
bode ill if he got another erection, but I had no choice. My mouth
brought him back to a full cock stand. He fucked my mouth as he loves
to do, shoving his cock down my throat, fucking my throat the way I
love having my throat fucked: with my nose getting mashed into his
wiry pubic bush while his black balls swung under my chin.

	By this time, the kids knew they weren't watching a rape. I
was screwed, literally. They'd get even; they earned it. They'd given
me years of pleasure at a high cost. I was surprised that neither had
reached for the phone to call their father, but there was plenty of
time for that after the show.

	Tyrone continued throat fucking me for several minutes, then
threw me onto my hands and knees at an angle to my kids, a position
intended to give them a good view of my ass. He pushed my shoulders to
the mattress and lifted my ass high, pushing my knees out. His long
black fingers pried my ass cheeks apart.

	I knew they could see my asshole puckering out to receive the
man's bulbous cockhead. I know how obscene that must have looked as he
crammed his cock deep in my colon. They watched his hanging balls
slapping my pussy pouch as he butt-fucked me the way I love to be
butt-fucked. It was all I could do to keep from screaming out my usual
flood of obscenities, or turning my head their way to watch them
watching.

	Strangely, their watching was adding to my excitement. I
suppose shame can only reach a certain level before it turns back the
other way. My shame took U-turn and put the pedal to the metal at that
point.

	I always knew I'd get caught, and my charade would get dashed
by the reality of what I was - an adulterous whore. I have fantasized
every exposure scenario and shared them with Tyrone. I did not want my
exposure to be a long drawn-out affair, starting with rumors, then
circumstantial evidence, then a chance encounter wherein I'd get
caught in the act.

	No, if it ever happened - and I never wanted it to happen - I
wanted my fall to come out full blown, out of the blue, in the most
obscene way possible. As always, Tyrone was giving me exactly what I
wanted. My old life was over, and regardless of the consequences, I
wanted to end it in a big way. My kids would take revenge on me, and I
couldn't blame them.

	I was proud of my sexual prowess and my ability to take a man
like Tyrone. I was a true three-holer whore. I could earn a good
living on my back. I'd miss my family, but the whore's life had many
desirable benefits. I had years of good fucking left in my hot-assed
carcass. They saw what I could do with my mouth. They were seeing what
a talented asshole I had. I could not help wishing Tyrone would do as
he usually did and flip me over for a good cunt fucking. Then, they'd
see what their mother could do with her insatiable pussy. I sent
Tyrone silent prayers that he heard.

	After five minutes of intense ass fucking, Tyrone flipped me
onto my back. I planted my feet wide and raised my cunt to his
angled-down cock. I wiggled my pussy onto his cock and began screwing
him for all I was worth, frequently looking to my kids, checking their
reactions, being driven on by their intense stares and open mouths.
Tyrone finished the same way they first saw us: with my ankles pinned
to the mattress beside my ears.

	I love the ending. Being helplessly pinned, immobile, while a
huge man is pounding my pussy in its most open a vulnerable position
never fails to make me cum and scream out the most vile and obscene
words. I knew I would cum, but I didn't plan to pour out every filthy
phase I knew. From, "Fuck my slut pussy" to "Cum in my whoring,
adulterous twat," I really laid it on thick.

	When Tyrone pulled out, he rolled onto his side, lying beside
me, keeping my legs back by laying his right arm across the backs of
both my ankles. The kids had moved up to the bed by this time and
looked down on the most obscene beaver any mother can make. The
pressure on my legs lifted my ass up by a good foot. Both were looking
down into my ass and pussy as Tyrone toyed with my abused and messy
intimate anatomy, saying, "Your mom is one fine piece of ass. She's
the best white pussy I ever had."

	He was tracing a stiff finger around the interior of my pussy
hole while telling them my most guarded secrets: my adulterous
history, my fantasies, my craving for big cocks. I should have been
struggling, protesting, denying, or at least trying to get the kids
away. I did none of those things. I wanted to hear more. While he
talked to my kids, he fingered both holes, and toyed with my clit.
Occasionally he would bring his sopping wet hand to my lips where I
was expected to lick them clean and suck his fingers. I did so without
hesitation. He fed me our fuck sauce while exposing me in every way he
could.

	I had no secrets and nothing to hide from them after he was
through with me. He exposed my game, my secret life, my body, mind,
and soul. No mother has ever been so thoroughly laid bare. They knew
everything. They even knew of my fantasies involving them.

	These were innocent fantasies, silly, really. I'd told Tyrone
how I often fantasized being awakened in the morning with Robby
screwing me, or of finding Tarra with a boy, making love, and me just
watching while masturbating. He told her I sucked the crotch of her
panties while masturbating. I only sniff them, but I didn't deny his
embellishment when I saw Tarra's eyes open wide and the amused
expression on her face. I also didn't deny the craving to sneak into
Robby's room, late and night, to take his dick in my mouth and suck
him off in his sleep.

	When Tyrone got up, got dressed, and left me alone with Robby
and Tarra, it was a very awkward moment. I was hoping they'd leave,
but Tarra sat on the bed between my feet, and Robby sat by my right
side. I sat up against the headboard, but did not bother to bring my
legs together or hide my breasts. I figured, what would be the point.
Robby broke the silence, saying, "Don't worry, Mom, we won't tell
Dad."

	Tarra said, "No way would we tell Dad. He'd divorce you for
this, wouldn't he?"

	I was floored and said, "Yes, he sure would. He'd have every
right to. What I did was terribly wrong. I'm so sorry you two had to
see this, but I can't blame you for staying to watch. I probably would
have done the same thing if I'd caught my mother doing something like
this. That never happened. I feel like the lowest form of life on
Earth. I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry."

	Tarra said, "You don't need to apologize or be embarrassed,
Mom.

	"But I've been awful to you, both of you. I'm the biggest
hypocrite that ever lived. Tyrone told the truth. I enjoyed tormenting
you two."

	Tarra said, "You're only human, Mom. We understand, don't we
Robby?"

	"Sure. It wasn't that bad. It's kinda neat finding out you
gave me hardons on purpose."

	Tarra added, "Yeah, and it was neat having you wipe me and
wash me between the legs after my enemas I didn't really need. I never
knew you were getting off on it. Did you really... you know...
masturbate afterwards like he said?"

	"Yes, dear, most of the time, right afterwards."

	"Wow, that is so cool. And does Daddy really get horny when he
sees me naked like Tyrone said."

	"Very horny."

	"Wow! When you spank me, does he really stare at me down there
like he said."

	"Down there? You mean, does your father stare at your cute
little pussy." Tarra blushed and giggled. "Yes, dear. He can't take
his eyes off of your adorable honey pot. He's worse than Robby."

	"That's far out, Mom. Robby is pretty bad about that. He
teases me about it all the time, but I never thought Daddy was staring
and getting hard too. This has been quite an education. Now we don't
need that birds and bees talk."

	"No, I suppose you got a complete sex education."

	She said, "Mom, can I ask you something very personal?"

	"What could be very personal after this? Yes, Tarra, what is
it?"

	"Well... I was wondering... why do you suck on my panties?"

	I didn't want to contradict anything Tyrone said, but I found
this part embarrassing. I am not actually into pussy, though the scent
of a fresh young virgin is like an aphrodisiac. I reddened and said,
"Uh... well... this is embarrassing. All right. Brace yourself. The
truth is, I like the taste of another female's vagina."

	"Really? Have you ever... you know... licked a woman down
there?"

	"Do you mean, have I ever licked a woman's pussy? Yes, Tarra,
several."

	"Did you like the way mine tasted?"

	"I wouldn't keep doing it if I didn't."

	"Do you do it a lot?"

	"I don't go looking for every pair you take off, but if I see
one I usually suck on the crotch. I guess you find that news shocking
and sickening, don't you?"

	"No, it's kind of neat. I wouldn't mind bringing them to you
if you want. Isn't it better if they're fresh?"

	This was getting heavy. She was obviously thrilled by the
idea, but I didn't know where this might lead. I pictured Tarra
handing me a pair of sopping wet panties, expecting me to suck the
crotch in front of her. In my state of mind, I probably would have
done so, but I knew this would wear off once things returned to normal
and I was dressed properly. What then? Still, she wanted this. Seeing
the potential to patch things up with my kids, and be able to keep up
my front with my husband with their help, I was ready to give them
anything they wanted. I told her that would be nice.

	Robby said, "I know a man with a big dick that's dying to fuck
you, Mom."

	This statement hit me like big wad of cum in the face -
shocking, but pleasant. Robby never used foul language in my presence.
I am always looking for another big-dicked stud, and his words did
excite me. My secret was out, so I said, "Oh, you do? Who is this
big-dicked stud?"

	"Gary's dad. He's almost as big as that black guy, and he's
always teasing me that he's going to fuck you and make you beg for
more. Want me to tell him you'll let him fuck you?"

	"Just tell him I'd like to meet him. I'll do my own begging,
thank you."

	"Great! Mom, if you want to suck my dick, you don't need to
sneak in and do it while I'm sleeping. Actually, I'd like to be awake
when you do it. All you have to do is say when. I really don't mind.
Honest."

	Robby made me smile. I pulled his head to me and hugged his
neck, planting a motherly kiss to his cheek. He laid his head on the
upper swell of my right breast and kissed me an inch up from my
nipple. I stroked his hair saying, "I'll keep that in mind, Robby, but
that was just a fantasy. Mothers shouldn't do things like that with
their sons. Don't get your hopes up." Robby didn't say anything, but
he planted another shy kiss, closer to the nipple, testing his limits.

	Tarra scooted closer without my noticing. She sat within the
space of my parted knees. When I looked to her and smiled, she laid
her hand on my right inner thigh, four inches from my beaver. When I
said nothing, she began lightly stroking my thigh. Robby kept planting
kisses to my upper breast, gradually advancing toward my nipple. Tarra
expanded the sweep of her hand, getting dangerously close to my sloppy
twat.

	I knew where my silent acceptance would lead. Tarra could not
tear her eyes from my pussy, and Robby wanted that nipple just as
badly. My continued silence was as good as saying, "Have at it, kids."
I remained silent because I've learned that silence is golden.

	Robby was first to get his prize. When I said nothing after he
kissed my nipple, he raised his head, fastened his mouth on it, and
began sucking in earnest. Seeing this inspired Tarra to venture her
fingers to my cunt lip. She touched the slimy labia more firmly with
each pass; then, when I made no comment, began openly massaging my
cunt. Her fingers dipped inside when I still remained silent, and she
was soon masturbating me, finger-fucking me, and spreading Tyrone's
sperm all over my beaver.

	Robby was going from tit to tit, using both hands. Between the
two of them, they were driving me mad. Tarra laid across my right
inner thigh with her face close to my beaver, using both hands to
stimulate me. Robby's hand would slip down for feels of my pussy. I
came after ten minutes of their eager explorations, then eased them
both away, trying not to hurt their feelings or seem ungrateful. We
were all a little bashful after the episode. The silence was golden,
but something needed to be said.

	I sat up and said, "All right, you two. That was very nice,
but we can't be doing things like this. That would be more wrong than
my adultery. I could go to jail for this. Society frowns on incest
with minors, you know?"

	Robby said, "Who cares? We all liked it, and who's going to
tell."

	Tarra said, "That's right, Mom. We'll never tell. It was fun.
I don't want to stop. We want to do more, don't we Robby?"

	"Yeah, lots more. And not just that, either. We want you to do
stuff to us."

	This was delightful news to me. By taking the initiative, the
monkey was off my back. I said, "All right, if you two can promise to
keep this a secret, I suppose there's no harm. There's a price to pay,
though. When your father is home, everything must stay just like it
was. Robby, you'll be punished for erections, and I will see to it you
get lots of erections. Tarra, nothing changes for you, either."

	Tarra made an anguished face, then pleaded, "Please don't make
me wear those awful clothes anymore, and those boxing gloves are shear
torture. I like everything else; really, I do."

	"All right. We'll get you a sexy new wardrobe, but the gloves
stay. I like torturing you, remember? You can dress sexy, but I'll be
tougher on you than ever."

	"I want you to."

	"Okay, Robby, what do you want me to do for you?"

	"I want the same thing Tyrone got - the works."

	"Okay, you'll get the works. Tarra, what do you want?"

	"I want you to eat my pussy until I cum, and then I want you
to lick up all my cum. I want to watch you masturbate while sucking on
my panties. Oh, and I want to watch Gary's dad fuck you. And I want
you to teach me how to suck a cock all the way down my throat like you
do. I want to try it on Gary's dad, and... "

	"All right, all right! You want it all, is that it?"

	"Yes, everything. I want to be a three-holer whore like you,
Mom."

	"You'll both get your wishes. To save time, why don't you
start with my pussy, Robby? Tarra, you can sit on my face while he's
fucking me. Both of you take all of your clothes off. If we're going
to do this, let's do it right."

	We've been doing it right ever since. Walter knows something
is different. I don't wear panties at home. My naked beavers are a
common sight. Tarra dresses like me when she isn't stark naked,
getting her pussy smacked with her legs wide, aimed right at Walter.

	So far, he hasn't said anything. He spends a lot more time in
the bathroom, but that's a good place for him. It gives Robby and me a
chance to fuck. When I go off to the bedroom to masturbate, I take
Tarra with me. Walter raises an eyebrow at this. I wonder what his
face looks like when the TV goes squirrelly. When we come out, he
doesn't say anything. Silence is golden.

			       The End