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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, incest, and unwanted pregnancies are
subjects to be role-played between you and your significant other
only. Anybody actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a
psychiatrist, or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental
health immediately. I am always open to comments and constructive
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Don't piss Mom off.
By trukin_fool

I remember my Mom as an evil wicked woman.
She was mean, spiteful, and always got her way. Or else.
There were three of us kids.
Mom must have been very fertile back then, because all of us were born
with in ten months of each other.
Pam, my oldest sister was born first.
Ten months later, It was Kathy, who was born.
Excactly ten months after that, I was born.
My name is Arnold, or Arn for short.
Carl and Beatrice, were our parents.
From what I've learned, through the years, they both married right out
of school.
Mom never did graduate, however.
While Dad was getting his diploma, Mom was in labor, with Pam.
I assumed that Mom was really in love with my Dad originally, but
eventually, she became bitter, and frustrated, having no education,
and nowhere else to turn. What with three kids, and huge bills to pay,
for thee youngsters, she couldn't secure a decent job, and only worked
for minimum pay.
The only free time she ever had, according to what she always said,
was when she was at work.
She was a hard worker, and never had to worry about finding work
When I was around six, I heard that she used her body to get any
rpromotion she could, and never hid the fact from anyone, that she did
so.
Often, as I got older, she would explain to relatives, that companies
used their workers for their bodys, and minds.
Her premise was that she could use her enyire body, in keeping her
job, and getting ahead.
Whatever it took, she seemed willing to do.
As us kids grew older, she even farmed us out, for the oppotunity to
succeed.
We all did chores, and housework, but Mom always got the cash.
Dad worked at the local mill. He had a very good job, and all the
farmers knew him. In the siummer and fall, we always had plenty of
food and vegetables, because they'd bring them into town, and give
them to Dad.
Mom was the money keeper in the family.
Dad always brought home his pay check, and handed it over to Mom, who
dispensed it, where it was needed most. It was her responsibility, to
decide which bills got paid, and which bills could wait.
Dad, I found out later, was no more than a workhorse for the family.
Mom, weilded all the power, with her sense of money and business.
Often times, when the farmers brought too many veggies for us to eat,
Mom would sell them to other people, for cash. This in turn, she'd
spend on other necessities.
With the hours Dad was forced to work, we seldom saw him, other that
seeing him sleeping on the sofa a few nights, after coming home tired
and beat.
At those times, Mom made us dinner, and sent us to bed, while later
on, they'd argue about what his role was, in the family scheme.
Sometimes, we heard Dad trudge upstairs, while Mom slammed the front
door, as she left.
The few times I heard the two of them behind their bedroom door, late
at night. Dad would plead for her to stay, while she screamed back,
that he had to comply with her demands, if he wanted her to do so.
After a little bickering, and whining on Dads part, he finally agreed.
By the next morning, everything was back to normal.
I remember well, one day, a farmer came over and picked me up, so I
could do some farmwork for him.
I was only ten or eleven, and Mom had made the arrangements.
As he drove his pickup truck out into the country, the farmer quickly
pulled off the main road, and stopped under a grove of trees.
He used the excuse, that his sons would be terribly envious of me, for
earning money from him, that was rightly theirs. He then told me, he
expected more from me, than his sons were willing to provide.
Not wanting to piss off Mom, by failing to do the chores expected of
me, I agreed to the mans terms.
As he talked about Mom, and her sexy body, his hands went to my pants
zipper.
I felt very uncomfortable, as he slid it down, and fished around for
my small penis inside.
As he toyed with my hard little member, he soon released his own
flaccid member from his overalls.
After he whispered sternly, not to tell anyone, he bagan to suck my
little member, while he jerked rapidly on his own.
I felt embarassed, and didn't know what to do, so I just looked
straight ahead, as he finally groaned, and swore how nice it was for
me to allow him the pleasure.
Once done, he cleaned the white slime from his pamts, and began to
talk rudely about Mom.
He called her a pimp, a whore, and a cunt. At the time, I had no idea
what they were. Eventually, I learned the meanings of the words.
While on the farm, he took the oppotunity, to suck me twice more that
day, out of sight from his wife and sons.
On the way home, he gave me a dollar, to make sure I never told
anyone. I promised, and he told me that was a tip for being so nice.
He also told me, that the dollar was mine, and nobody knew he gave it
to me. I had finally reaped the rewards for my own services, without
anyone even knowing I had it.
At dinner that night, Dad looked at me in a peculiar way, but Mom
never said a word.
Later that summer, I noticed Pam had a new dress. Mom never bought us
new clothes. We coudn't afford them.
Pam told me she earned it, by doing something special, for the
neighbor woman. She even showed me the fancy frilly underpants, she
had underneath.
That night, we compared notes, and found she had performed a service,
much like I had, with the farmer. Only Pam was made to do the licking
and sucking.
For a long time, I assumed that this was the way all bosses, treated
their help.
In bed that night, I had a dream about women and men, and I pictured
Pams panties. When I awoke, I thought I had wet the bed. I later
learned, I had a wet dream.
The crusty sheets didn't pass Moms view, as she asked me what
happened, the next afternoon.
I told her about the dream, and what I had done. I was very upset, and
embarassed, before a huge grin came across her face.
"No more farm work for you." She said smiling. "From now on, you'll
use that little thing to make money."
Immediately, she made a phone call, and stated that I was ready for
action.
That night, when Dad returned home, a couple of strange men entered
our house after him.
I and my sisters were told to stay at the kitchen table and eat, while
the grownups, talked in the living room.
One by one, they called us into the living room alone, and we were all
made to show our bodies to the strangers.
Embarassed, I noticed my pecker was hard, as I bared it to the men.
Mom grabbed it, and commented about how small it was, and how hard it
was.
"Hard enough to do the job." She said.
The men needed more proof, so Mom began to play with my pecker, and
soon she was stroking it rapidly.
"Come on Arn." She urged, in a soft soothing tone. "Show them that you
can squirt."
I rememebr looking at my Dad confused, as he shamefully hung his head.
Suddenly, I gasped, and began to squirt a thick liquid, all over my
Moms hands.
Greedily, she licked it from her fingers, and commented how delicious
it tasted.
I was dazed at what had happened. Was this normal?
I was too young to realize what had taken place, but at the time, my
moral fiber told me it wasn't right.
After that, I was told I'd be staring in the movies.
I was thinking Hollywood, and glamor and pretty girls. How wrong I
was.
I was going to be a star alright, but in home movies, and not the kid
that decent people watch.
As I was coached on what to do, the very next night, I learned alot
about girls and how they differed very much from boys. After all, I
was only twelve or thirteen, and I hadn't even had feelings for a
girl, much less noticed the difference.
The only exceptions were my feelings for my Mom, and my two sisters.
Mostly my sisters, seeing as they were ruled with an iron hand, by Mom
also.
That night, Dad had to work late. I knew both my parents had an
arguement about him being there during the filming, while they were in
bed the night before.
Mom was meticulous in how she wanted me dressed. She also made Pam
wear her new dress that night.
Kathy wasn't home that evening, because had Mom booked a babysitting
job for her.
I was already in the livingroom, when Pam nervously walked down the
stairs.
I rememebr how lovely and innocent she looked, flashing her eyes at
the entire film crew, and Mom who was excited as all get out.
There were at least seven grown men there, ready to film.
I wanted to please these people, and I promised to do whatever they
told me to do, hoping that I could maybe land my own series in
Hollywood, like Lassie, or something close.
Once Pam entered the room, she began to fidget. She listened closely
as the director told her his expectations.
For my part, I was supposed to just be myself, and play a shy boy.
Not too hard to do, as I was always shy.
I sat down on the sofa, and it ahd a new slip cover on it.
I was thinking that for the sofa to look good on film, they had to
change it's cover.
"How much do you love your sister?" My Mom asked me, before the
filming started.
"A lot." I replied, thinking it was a redundant question.
"Then do what she says, and what the director wants, otherwise you'll
both be very sorry." She said sternly.
I knew when Mom talked like that, I'd better listen. She wasn't a
woman to scorn. She was in fact, a very violent person, if she was
crossed.
I was seated on the sofa, when Pam nervously walked in, and the
cameras focused on her.
She sat next to me, with a slight tremble, that I mistook for stage
fright, and began talking.
"Arn? Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked.
"No." I replied, stunned at her question. She knew I hated girls,
other than family memebrs.
"Have you ever done it?" She then asked.
""Done what?" I asked, confused at her question.
I was very sexually immature back then, and had no idea what she was
referring to.
"You know." She said, glancing to Mom for guidance. "Screwing?"
I knew about something called making love, but never heard the word
screwing, except when fixing the screen door hinges.
"That's when a boy sticks his cock into a girl, and makes her happy."
She explained, as if uncertain herself.
I numbly shook my head.
"Well ......" She said with great hesitation. "I want you to screw
me."
We blankly stared into each others eyes momentarily, before she
grabbed my hands, and placed them on her chest.
The thick padded bra she was wearing, had suddenly become very thin
and I could easily feel her soft breasts under the dress and bra.
Little did I know, That Mom had bought her a new bra as well. One that
was very silky and covered in lace.
"Feel me. Feel my heart beating for you." She whispered. "I want you
to screw me now."
As young as I was, and the way she looked at me with pleading eyes, I
would have done whatever she wanted.
"What do I do?" I asked, uncertain how to begin.
"I want you to help me take my clothes off, and then I'll help you do
the same." She said, almost choking at her words.
Until then, nudity around our house was forbidden. and if Mom saw
anyone wearing something wrong or not enough, they'd be severly
punished.
I looked towards Mom, and she gave my the sign to cooperate, or be
beaten later.
"Where do I start?" I asked, looking back to Pam.
At that moment, she nervously stood, and turned for me.
"Unzip me." She said, tilting her head forward.
Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, which left the lone zipper
bare to my grasp.
Slowly, I pulled the zipper down, and once done, Pam turned to face
me.
She was blushing profusely, but still did as she was instructed.
Shrugging her shoulders forward, the dress fell off of her upper body.
She slipped her arms free of the dress, and shimmied it off her waist.
There stood my sister. Clad in her bra, panties, and garter belt.
I had once seen my Mom in a garter belt, but that was years back, when
I was very young. Pam was the spitting image of Mom when she was young
and firm.
Nervously, Pam undid her bra, and when it fell off of her huge
breasts, she blushed deeply.
"Now you." She said, causing me disappointment, at not seeing her
thick mat of pubic hair, that was evident under her thin panties.
My sister grabbed my shirt, and with trembling hands unbuttoned it.
After she took it off of me, she began to undo my pants.
I kicked off my shoes and tugged off my socks, n an attempt to help
her get me naked.
Finally, there we both stod, staring at each other in our bottoms.
Neither of us, knew what to do after that, so the director piped in.
"Lay down, and let him take them off." He said.
Once Pam was laying down, i started to fumble with the garter belt.
She understood my ignorance, and with her thumbs, she hooked her panty
waist band, and peeled them off for me.
"That's it." The director said from behind me. "Now spread your legs,
and let him look at you."
With a loud sigh, Pam did as she was instructed. She became quite
nervous again, as I learned later, she'd never let anyone see her
crotch, other than our family doctor.
I gazed at her intimate anatomy, and found she had small droplets of
dew, clinging to the hair, right down the middle of her slit.
"Touch her." Mom said. "She won't bite, unless she wants a whipping."
With trembling hands, I traced the slit from top to bottom.
Pam had begun breathing hard, awaiting the worst part, which would
soon come.
My sisters pubic hair was soft and willowy, as I combed it with my
fingers. As I did, her slit seemed to expand wider, and her fleshy
lips began to show prominently.
She was becoming excited at my touch, and I wanted her to feel good. I
again traced her slit, and when I reached the top, she had a small
bump, sticking slightly out from the lips.
Her clit was becoming erect.
"Now Arn?" The director said. "Bend over and lick her down there, with
your tongue."
Now I realized that girls peed through their hole down there, and I
wanted no part of drinking piss, or even tasting it.
I glanced at my Mom, and got a sharp snarl in reply. I was going to do
this, whether I liked it or not.
Tentatively, I bent and inhaled the aroma of Pams perfume, which she
dabbed on her inner thighs earlier.
Once my mouth was within an inch of her pussy, I could smell her
pungent womanly scent.
It wasn't at all unpleasant. In fact, it made my hardon spasm.
Daring to do what I was told, I lightly touched the tip of my tongue,
to the small bud which had increased in size over these few seconds.
When I did, Pam began to moan and swoon at the feeling.
"Tell him bitch." Mom said to Pam. "Tell him what it feels like."
"It ...uh ...it feels really good when you do that." She said, in sort
gasps. "Please do it more."
Hoping to please my sister, I darted my tongue in and out of her hole,
brushing against her clit, with every movement.
After a few minutes of this, Pam was groaning loudly, and the director
stopped us.
"Okay now." He said. "Drop your underwear, and let your sister suck
you off."
I didn't understand what he wanted, so Pam had to push me away, and
had me stand while she stripped off my underwear.
She was greeted by a slightly larger hardon, than I remembered owning.
Nervously, she kissed it and opened her mouth to take it inside.
"That's right baby." Mom said, coaching Pam. "Nice and slow. Don't
bite, and watch those teeth. Just like I told you."
I was miffed that Pam had prior knowledge of this, but I wasn't
informed of it. Why did they keep it a secret from me?
As my sister began to suck wildly on me, and due to lack of
experience, I was suddenly cumming.
Instictively, I grabbed Pams head, and forced myself down her throat,
as I jettisoned my semen there also.
Pam had no choice, but to swallow my discharge. She could choke or
swallow. She quickly gulped down my sperm, and pushed me away
afterwards, gasping for air.
After a few gagging gestures from Pam, the director spoke again.
It's time." He announced loudly.
He had Pam lay down on the sofa, and had her spread her legs widely.
The crew moved cameras close to the sofa, aso they could film
everything at once.
There were five different cameras, and each had a specific spot to
film.
"Okay kid. You're on." He said smiling at me. "I only wished it could
be me, who's busting that cherry though."
Mom had me lay on top of Pam, between her legs. Before the cameras
began filming, she quickly smeared some cool lotion on my renewed
hardon.
It was then time. Pam was again very nervous, and froze as Mom pushed
the head of my hardon, inside my sisters pussy lips a ways.
"Roll enm." The director said.
By now Mom was in front of me, out of view of the cameras.
"Now honey." She said smiling widely. "Push forward as fast as you
can, and make it go inside her."
I was afraid of what was to take place, so I hesitated a little,
before the director again spoke.
"Go for it kid." He said. "Fuck it into her. Rip that cherry apart,
and fuck her ass off. It's showtime!"
Without thinking, I pressed forward, as Pam screamed. I felt the
restriction burst, as I suddenly got sucked into Pams body.
I was buried inside my sobbing sister, and I could do nothing to
comfort her.
Mom and the director both, grinned widely at what I had done. I Had
taken my sisters innocence from her, and left behind a blubbering mass
of flesh.
"Now honey, stroke it in and out." Mom said, coaching me. "Part of it
must remain inside though. Don't take it all the way out, or she'll
hurt again."
I quickly began to stab stab my sisters pain filled pussy, with my
hardon.
Eventually she started to move with me.
Gone were the tears and gone was the sobbing. Pam was actually
enjoying what I was doing, as much as I was.
After only a few minutes of screwing, I was again reaching an orgasm.
I tried to tell everyone I was cumming, but Pams movements kept me
inside of her deep, as I came again.
As I stiffened and jerked, Pam suddenly understood what was happening.
She tried to push me away, but without success. I had pumped every
drop deep in her torn pussy.
She resigned herself to being filled, and possibly carry my child.
Mom wasn't happy about it either at first, but the director said he'd
pay extra, if I did indeed knock up my sister.
In fact he wanted to film the delivery, and the sex in between
tonight, and the delivery.
Mom approached, me as I pulled free of my sisters tightly clinging
pussy lips.
We both stared in amazement, at the bloody mess left between her legs.
It was a thick, red, frothy mixture, and it was all my fault.
Mom rubbed Pams belly, and spoke softly.
"I hope it takes." She said. "We can use the money. Besides, what's
one more mouth to feed?"

continued...............

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