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He turns her into a whore, shares her with her sons, and shares her with their (Terry & Fred's) father too. (MMdom/F, inc, voy, prost, preg) *** Fred, in the bank to arrange the transfer of a very large amount of money into a new account, looked at a desk as they walked by, said, "Excuse me just a minute," to Mr. Wilkins, then exclaimed, "Terry! Is that you?" Terry Riemann, hearing a voice she hadn't heard in over 20 years, looked up at the man standing next to the bank president, and felt her whole body go into shock. "Fred!? My God! What are you doing here?" Fred turned and said, "Mr. Wilkins, I'm sure you already know my sister, Mrs. Terry Riemann." He then turned to his sister and opened his arms. Mr. Wilkins looked at the couple hugging in surprise. He had no idea that the extremely wealthy Mr. Fred Gauss (he'd checked various sources) had any relatives in this city. Terry had been one of his better employees for over 15 years, moving up from teller to her current position as loan officer, despite looking very plump in her usual bulky sweater and loose skirt. Fred was happy to learn that his sister was still using her clothing to disguise her voluptuous body as he squeezed her enormous breasts to his own chest and felt her slender ribcage beneath the sweater. He knew that his jealousy 15 years ago was one of the reasons she'd left home. Fred whispered in Terry's ear, "Can I get your phone number and address? Now's not a good time. I have a meeting with Mr. Wilkins. Give them to me after the meeting." That evening, Fred called the number his sister had given him after the meeting. A man answered. Fred said, "Hello? This is Fred Gauss." "Fred! Hi, this is Eric! Terry hasn't stopped talking about you since she got home from work! I haven't seen her this excited in, well, never! She's almost jumping up and down! Say, I know we didn't part on the best of terms, but would you like to come over for dinner? Terry's got a lasagna in the oven, which she says you used to love, and she's also mixing up a batch of butterscotch chip cookies, which she also says you used to love. The boys are off at college and it'd be just the three of us, but if you don't want..." "I'd love to," interrupted Fred. "Shall we say in half an hour?" Fred heard muffled voices on the line, then heard Eric say, "Terry says that'd be perfect. The lasagna will be done and the cookies cooling, and she can doll herself up..." "Half an hour it is, then. See you soon, Eric," interrupted Fred again, only now remembering how difficult it was to get Eric to stop once he started talking. * * * In a little over half an hour, Fred knocked on the door. Terry opened it wearing a tight sweater and slacks, not bothering to hid the fact that she was actually just a slender woman with huge breasts. After all, her brother already knew she had huge breasts, and he was safe, wasn't he? "Come on in," she said with a smile. Fred smiled back and handed her the two bottles in his hands. "Here, these are for you," he said, using the bottles to hid the surge of lust caused by the sight of his beautiful sister. He didn't want to scare her away again, it had been too long since he'd last seen her. "Look Eric at what Fred brought us!" said Terry to her husband in the living room. "The wine is a Chianti, and the other is a 50-year-old cognac that I rather like. I hope you enjoy them," said Fred. "Great!" said Eric, taking Fred's jacket. "We can have the wine for dinner with our lasagna. Terry doesn't drink hard stuff, but you and I can have a glass after dinner. I'm sorry the boys aren't here, but they're both away at the university. They're 18 and 19, and both smart as whips! It's a good thing they both got scholarships, because we couldn't've afforded it otherwise. As it is, money's tight." "Eric!" Terry interrupted. "I'm sure Fred doesn't want to hear about our money problems. "Come on. Dinner's ready. Let's eat," and she led the way to the dining room. During dinner, Terry told Fred about how she'd lived with Eric and their two sons after she and Eric left after their wedding. She'd been 15 years old, pregnant with their first child, and afraid of her family's anger. Within three months of Eric Jr.'s birth, she'd gotten pregnant with Fred. "Fred?" asked Fred. "So you don't hate me after all those terrible things I said to you after the wedding? I'm sorry I said them, and I apologize for them now." "I forgave you ages ago. I just didn't have the courage to call anyone. I was afraid you all still hated me!" Terry said. Fred blew a sigh of relief and smiled. "I don't hate you. I've never hated you." Eric continued their story, telling how two babies so close together were really expensive, so he'd gotten a vasectomy. While the kids were still babies, Terry had gone back to school to get her GED, and when the kids were old enough, she'd gone to work at the bank, rising to her current position as the senior loan officer. Things were fine until the kids started going to the university. They hadn't anticipated...Terry interrupted to say that Eric hadn't anticipated...how expensive college was, and they were deeply in debt now. Over cookies, Fred told them about how he'd sold his internet company for a lot of money before the crash, having to explain the drop in internet stock prices of a few years ago, and told them that he'd used that money to make a large fortune investing in other up- and-coming companies. He'd gotten in on several extremely high-priced companies when they were low- priced, more than making up for those that failed to make it off the ground. He was in town for the week to scout out new investment possibilities. When Terry got up with the dishes, Fred took some too to take into the kitchen. Terry chased him out, saying, "No, no, you go back to the living room with Eric and open that bottle of cognac. I'll do the dishes. Thanks for bringing them in," then shooed him out with her hands. Back in the living room, Eric had already opened the cognac and poured some into two wine glasses, not having any snifters. He handed one to Fred when Fred walked in, then sniffed his and took a sip. "Wow!" He took a larger sip. "WOW! This stuff is great! So smooth!" "Careful," Fred said. "It still has a kick. It's 80 proof." Fred savored his sip before swallowing it. Knowing Terry was listening from the kitchen, Eric asked softly, "We really need some help. Is there anything you can do?" Terry heard anyway. "Don't go begging for money, Eric! Just ignore him, Fred." Fred smiled, thought a bit, then said, "Would $100 help? I'd pay that much for an hour alone with Terry so that I could massage her breasts." Silence. Fred noticed that Eric's mouth was open, but his pants were stiffening. When Terry came into the living room, Fred noticed that her breathing was shallow and her eyes almost glazed. "What?" she finally asked. "I'll pay Eric $100 for an hour with you so that I can massage your breasts," Fred repeated. Terry and Eric looked at each other. Terry looked at her brother and told him, "Go finish washing the dishes. Eric and I need to talk." When they heard the water running again, Eric said, "We could use the money. And he's your brother, so it won't go any further." "You don't know Fred, and you don't know me. I think Fred has always wanted me. And I know that I have a secret slut inside of me wanting out. If you let this happen, she might come out and there'll be no way I could change back again. Let's put limits on this," Terry said. "OK, go get him," Eric said. When Fred was back in the living room, Eric said, "OK, $100 for half an hour, not an hour." Looking at Terry, Fred said, "Fine, but you're bare from the waist up." Looking at Eric, he added, "And you can't watch." "And you keep your clothes on. You can't be naked," Terry added. "But you can kiss me and use your hands as you like above my waist." Fred took a $100 bill out of his wallet and handed it to Eric, asking, "Where shall we do this?" "We'll do it in our bedroom. Eric, you keep time," said Terry, taking Fred's hand and leading the way. After closing the door to the master bedroom, she took off her sweater and bra, then laid back on the bed. Fred felt a resurgence of his lust for his sister that he'd had since even before she'd started developing when she was 11. He caressed, fondled, squeezed, and massaged Terry's beautiful big breasts with all the adoration of a sycophant before his goddess. When he kissed Terry's lips, she opened her mouth and let his tongue in, dueling with it, using her own tongue to explore his mouth. Her breasts were very sensitive, and she'd already had two orgasms before he started kissing her mouth; and that erotic kiss brought her to another, making her groan into her brother's mouth. "Oh God!" she said as Fred broke the kiss to nibble on a nipple. "You've made me cum three times! You're going to turn me into a slut, I just know you are. Nnngghh! Four times! You're so much better than Eric, and you haven't even seen my pussy! Oooohhhnnngg!! Oh God! I love it!" Terry had lost count of the number of orgasms she'd had by the time Eric knocked and opened the door to tell them "Time's up!" He looked at the crotch of Terry's slacks, then at Fred. "I didn't even touch her there," said Fred, noticing that Terry's crotch was soaked through. "He didn't," said Terry, noticing where they were looking. "I did that all on my own." "Tell you what. I'll give you $500 for an hour alone with Terry with her all naked for a full-body massage," said Fred. Eric looked at Terry, who just stared. Eric said, "Why don't you give us your number at the hotel, and we'll call you later. We need to talk first." After Fred left, Terry said, "He made me come many times. If we let him do the full-body massage, I'm pretty sure I'll be a full-fledged slut looking for anyone who wants to fuck me." Eric said, "You know I've always wanted you to dress sexier and show off your magnificent body." "Oh God! If I'm a slut, I'll have a whole new wardrobe! Guys'll be hitting on me, and I'll be accepting. Is that what you want? Is that really, really what you want?" Terry asked. "YES! It's been a fantasy of mine to watch you fuck other men and get pregnant!" "Whoa! Aren't we going too fast?" asked Terry. "Let's not go all the way all at once. My brother is an excellent boob lover, but let's not go all the way all at once." "My dreams are coming true! You're going to become a pregnant whore! When was your last period?" "I'm fertile later this week. We're not going all the way tomorrow, though," Terry insisted. When they reached Fred at his hotel, they told him that it would be $500 for a full hour with a fully naked Terry tomorrow, but he had to keep his clothes on. Fred agreed. He'd be there after work. Fred didn't know that his plans for Terry coincided so closely with Eric's. Although Fred's lust for his sister had not demised over the years, his love for her had. He'd felt betrayed when she left with Eric. He wanted his sister as his plaything, his sex toy, the mother of one of his kids, but he didn't want to live with her or marry her. He wanted to be her pimp. He didn't know that Eric wanted pretty much the same thing, only Eric also wanted the money that whoring out his wife would bring in. Eric also wanted to watch. * * * The next day after work, Fred knocked on their door. This time, Eric answered. After greetings, Fred handed Eric five 100 dollar bills, and Eric said, "You know the way to the bedroom. She's in there, waiting for you. You keep your clothes on, though." Fred just smiled as he went into the bedroom. Terry was standing by the bed, wearing just a silk nightgown. She said "Hi" and laid back on the bed. Fred said, "Wow, you're beautiful!" and got on the bed next to her. They kissed while Fred caressed and squeezed his sister's boobs. He spent ten minutes kissing her and making love to her breasts, making Terry cum several times. When he finally felt down and touched her pussy, she had already soaked the bed under her ass. His fingers slipped in easily. He kissed his way down and with one hand holding her cunt open, gave her even bigger orgasms while licking her slit and nibbling on her clit while the unoccupied hand continued playing with her boobs. When he looked up, he saw that she'd put a pillow over her face to muffle her screams. She took the pillow off and said, "Let me rest a little. God! That's so good!" Fred said, "This is fun, making you cum. I get the feeling that Eric likes it, too. Is he a wife watcher?" He continued diddling her pussy with his fingers. "Oh, yes. He's been begging me to dress sexy since before we were married." "Why didn't you?" Fred asked. "I knew that if I dressed sexy, men would come onto me, and my breasts are so sensitive, that if I let someone play with them, then he'd have his cock into me in no time. I knew I could easily be a slut, and I didn't want to hurt my family, especially after the way Eric and I left," Terry said. "So you dress ugly to keep men away. How many people know just how beautiful you really are?" Fred asked. "Well, just you and Eric. I suppose Father knows, and I think my sons know. No one else. Eric's the only man who's ever been inside me, except for your fingers and my sons before they were born," Terry said. Fred felt enormous affection for his sister, and scootched up to kiss her. After the kiss, Terry said, "I've never tasted myself before. I like it!" "So do I," Fred said. "You mean that Eric never licked your pussy?" "No, you're the first," said Terry. "Do it some more?" "Love to, but turn over onto your knees with the butt in the air. I want to lick and feel you from behind," said Fred. Terry got onto her knees with her butt in the air, and was shocked when Fred stuck his tongue into her asshole. Once over the surprise, Terry began to enjoy his tongue licking her from clit to asshole, dipping into her cunt and asshole. She started having orgasms again, different from any she'd ever felt before. She mashed her ass against her brother's face and screamed facedown into the pillow during each one. Finally, she said, "Let me rest some more. I've never cum so hard or so often in my life! You must've had plenty of practice!" Fred didn't answer, just caressed her from neck to knee along her back. He admired her shapely legs and showered her calves with kisses, then moved up and did the same to her thighs. He pulled her back onto her elbows and knees, and then hefted her boobs hanging below her. "You have the largest, most beautiful breasts of any woman I've ever known. And they're so sensitive! I can feel you trembling just from me squeezing them! Oh, Terry! You're a doll built for sex!" Fred said. Before the hour was up, Fred had kissed every inch of her body and had his tongue in all her holes, including the ones on her face. Terry loved it. She was adored, and she'd had countless orgasms. When Eric walked in at the end of the hour, he saw Terry in the midst of a huge orgasm with Fred's face buried in her pussy, her legs on his shoulders, Fred's right hand diddling her clit, and fingers of Fred's left hand inside her asshole. Terry was screaming into a pillow. Eric was stunned by the sight of his wife in the throes of a bigger orgasm than any he'd ever given her, and came inside his pants, which were already gooey from listening to his wife and her brother outside the door. When Terry's hips finally relaxed enough to fall to the bed, Eric said, "Time's up!" The incestuous couple on the bed just looked at him. Fred let his sister's legs off his shoulders, then said, "Tomorrow, I want to be naked, too." Terry smiled. Eric, looking at his wife, asked, "Are you ready for this?" When she nodded, Eric said to Fred, "You want to fuck her, don't you. You want to fuck your own sister, right? You want to..." "Yes," Fred interrupted. "It's always been a fantasy of mine to fuck my own beautiful sister. And to turn her into a whore? Wow!? How exciting! Do you want to be a whore, Terry?" "YES!" she shouted. "I think you've succeeded into turning me into a slut! Please, turn me into a whore, too! A pregnant whore! Your pregnant whore!" She shuddered in anticipation. "OK," said Eric, "we all agree. Yes, Fred, Terry's gonna be fertile this week, and there's a good chance you'll make your own sister pregnant. I've had a vasectomy and can't any more. Do you still want to fuck her? How much are you willing to pay?" "Oh yes!" replied Fred. "$1000 for an hour with her. And I'd love to be the one to put her next kid in her!" Terry, squeezing her sensitive breasts, shuddered in orgasm. Her own brother was willing to turn her into a whore, an expensive whore, but still a whore. He wanted to get her pregnant! She shuddered again. "That sounds good to me," Eric said. "When you do it, I want to watch. I want to watch my wife turned into a whore by her own brother. I want to watch her become pregnant by her own brother." "Fine, but it'll cost you $100," said Fred. "OK," said Eric. "How far are you both willing to take this?" asked Fred. "What do you mean?" asked Terry. "Well, I want to be your sole customer until you're pregnant, but after that, are you willing to fuck strangers for money?" asked Fred. "YES!" shouted Terry and Eric simultaneously. "Are you willing to be the only woman fucking a large number of men?" "YES!" shouted Eric while Terry screamed in orgasm at the very thought. "I'll be back tomorrow after work with $1000," said Fred. "You have $100 ready for me, Eric, if you still want to watch me turn my little sister into a pregnant whore." After Fred left, Eric took off his clothes, climbed onto his wife, and put his cock into her cunt. "Oh God! You're so juicy! It's so delicious feeling my cock in your gooey cunt! Just think, Terry, tomorrow you'll have your own brother's sperm in there, searching for your egg, and he'll have paid $1000 to do it! Oh Terry, your own brother's gonna make you a whore. He's gonna make you pregnant!" They came together, but more from thinking of what was going to happen than from the action of Eric's little cock inside of Terry's pussy. * * * The next day after work, Fred knocked on the door to be greeted by Eric. Once inside, Fred handed Eric $1000, while Eric handed Fred $100. In the bedroom, Fred saw that Terry was waiting for him, sitting on the bed wearing nothing but thigh-high stockings. While Eric took a seat at the vanity, Fred said, "God Terry! You're beautiful! You know, you can still back out. I've paid $1000 to Eric, but you won't be a whore until I put my dick in you. Are you sure you want me, your own brother, to make you a whore?" "Oh yes! Look," she said, spreading her legs. "I'm soaking the bed just thinking about you turning me into a whore! I never told you, but one of the reasons we left after the marriage was because I wanted you so much, but I knew it was wrong. But if I'm a whore, then I have to fuck whomever pays me, right? So take off your clothes and fuck me! Turn me into your whore!" Fred started taking off his clothes and said, "And you're not using birth control, right?" Terry was squeezing her boobs. "That's right, and I'm fertile tonight! So fuck your sister and turn her into your whore. Make your whore-sister pregnant!" "Stick it in her! Turn her into a whore! Turn your own sister into a whore! God I've been wanting this for 20 years! Turn my wife into your whore. Into your pregnant whore! Into your pregnant, incestuous whore! Fuck the slut!" Eric was shouting from his corner. Terry gasped at her first sight of her brother's cock. It was far bigger than Eric's. She was trembling, thinking of what it would feel like inside her. She laid back. Fred hadn't cum in days and the sight of his slender sister clad only in stockings, dripping onto the bed, huge breasts falling off to the side, lust in her eyes for him, FOR HER OWN BROTHER, ready to be turned into a whore, was really exciting. He told her, "Beg me to turn you into a whore. No foreplay today, I'm just going to fuck you, but only while you're begging me to turn you into a whore!" "Yes, please make me your whore!" said Terry while Eric was saying, "Fuck her and turn her into a whore!" "Twenty-one years ago you were a virgin, then you weren't and can never be a virgin again. For twenty years you've been a faithful wife, tonight you'll be an adulteress and will never be faithful again. Tonight you'll be a whore and will be a whore for the rest of your life. Tonight I'll make you pregnant with your own niece or nephew, and that child will always be your niece or nephew. Now's your last chance to say no," Fred said, keeping his cock away from Terry's questing hips. "Fuck me!" she shouted. "Make me pregnant, turn me into an unfaithful wife! Turn me into a whore!" "Don't stop begging me to turn you into a whore while I'm entering you and fucking you," Fred said. "Put my cock into your adulteress hole." Terry reached for his cock and lined it up, all the while begging her brother to turn her into a whore. She begged him while he slowly entered her. She begged him when he bottomed out, but stopped for an orgasm. She begged him while he slowly pulled out and started speeding up, stopping only when she came. She begged him while he slammed into her for three strokes, stopping only when Fred came inside her, triggering a huge orgasm of her own. Fred rested on top of his sister and looked into her panting face. "You're now a whore, Terry. I've just turned my own sister into a whore." Terry just panted. Fred looked over at Eric and said, "I've just turned your wife into a whore. What do you think?" "That was so exciting! I came in my pants just watching you! She never begged you to make her pregnant, and you have lots of time left on your hour," said Eric, hoping for more. Fred could feel Terry's pussy squeezing his cock, trying to bring him back to life. He knew it wouldn't take long. Looking at Terry, he said, "How far do you want to take this? I want to be the only man fucking you other than Eric, until we're sure you're pregnant with my baby. After that, we could turn you into a real whore." He felt Terry shudder in orgasm beneath him. Eric shouted, "God! Yes! Do it! Turn her into a real whore! Have her fuck lots of men! Gangbang her! I want my wife to be a real slut and whore!" "We know Eric's opinion. What about you Terry?" Fred asked. He could feel his cock stiffening inside his sister. So could she. She was down enough off her high to be able to talk again. "Oh, yes! First make me pregnant, then take me to other men! I want to be a whore! I'm not longer the faithful wife and mother! I'm now just a slut who wants men and more men! You can make me pregnant this time, but I don't want to know who the fathers of my future children are! I want them to be black, brown, yellow, and I don't want to know who the dad is! I want to be a true whore!" "With your body and enthusiasm, you're going to make a lot of money as a whore!" Fred said. He wanted to bang his sister, but also wanted her to know just what was in store for her. "You're going to fuck anyone who pays you your price. I'll lend money to your sons so that they can fuck you! We'll visit our parents, and Father'll fuck you too! You'll visit Eric's parents, and your father-in-law will fuck you! Mr. Wilkins at the bank will fuck you! Once your neighbors figure out what's going on, they'll come up with the cash and fuck you! You'll be the reason why lots of couples get divorced! Your wardrobe will change, and you'll always dress in tight clothes, especially as you're going to be pregnant most of the time for the next 10 or fifteen years! You're going to show off your body, not hide it, and you'll fuck any man who pays you! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?" Fred shouted in excitement. Eric came in his pants again, unable to speak for once. "YES! MAKE ME YOUR ALWAYS PREGNANT WHORE!" Terry screamed. * * * That's how Terry became a whore. She had her brother's child nine months after their first fuck. Fred paid Eric $1000 each night to fuck Terry for the rest of the week. On the weekend, he took them shopping for Terry's new wardrobe. He bought her only tight clothing that emphasized her enormous breasts and shapely hips and legs. No pants, only mini-skirts or mini-dresses. No pantyhose, only thigh-highs or stockings needing garter-belts. No bras (which Terry had had to have specially made, anyway). Only a few thongs for those cases when Terry would need something to hold in the cum after she was done. Fred left on Sunday after taking Terry's anal cherry Saturday night. He told her, "Charge more for the next guy who wants your ass. It's worth it." On Monday, Terry wore new clothes to work and resigned. She also earned $1000 from Mr. Wilkins that night. She began work as a whore. She never had to promote herself, as her looks and dress attracted men. Most were willing to pay $1000 to fuck her. She started taking referrals. She was now making more money in a week than she had before in a year. Eric was happy having a whore-wife. Fred came to visit a few days before her sons came home for Christmas break. Eric and Terry invited him to stay with them and share their bed. Terry fucked Fred for free as a reward for exposing her to her new lifestyle. The first night resting on Terry after fucking her while Eric sucked a nipple, Fred said, "You know that I'm going to have you fuck both of your sons." "I don't know if I can," Terry said. "I've wanted you all my life, but they're my boys!" "Don't worry, you'll want it and enjoy it," Fred told her. Terry's sons were stunned when they saw their mother's new look. She was now three months pregnant, and her expanding belly was obscenely sexy in her tight clothes. They met their uncle Fred for the first time, and suspected that he had something to do with the change in their mother, especially after he said, "Well boys, what do you think of your mother's new look?" They stammered, nervous. Eric watched, as usual, wanting to see just how far things would go. "You must've known your mother wasn't fat. She just had big boobs," Fred said, lifting them and displaying them for the boys. Seeing their shared look, Fred asked Terry, "You mean you never let your sons see you in a bathing suit or in a bra?" Terry shook her head. "Didn't you ever hug your mother?" he asked the boys. Eric Jr. said, "Yes, but I always thought that was the way a plump woman felt." "Me too," said Fred Jr. "So this is quite a shock to you," said Fred. "Isn't your mother gorgeous?" he asked, squeezing her breasts. He could see hard-ons building in the boys' pants. "And look at this," he said, pulling on of Terry's breasts out of her dress. "Doesn't it make you just want to fondle and suck and chew on it?" He gave it another squeeze. The boys looked at each other, at their mom who had her eyes half closed, and at their dad who seemed excited and eager for them to grab their mom. Fred looked at Terry and asked, "Are you sure you'll be able to resist these two handsome, fine-looking boys?" He had to grab her around the waist as Terry's knees seemed to buckle. "You know I'll do anything you ask if you play with my boobs," was Terry's response. "Go ahead," Fred said, pulling the other breast out of her dress, "play with them. One thing, though. Your mother is now a whore, but I'm sure she'll give you a discount seeing as how you're relatives. How does $5000 each for the duration of their stay sound, Eric?" Eric nodded, eager to watch his sons fuck their mother. Fred handed each of them $5000 in hundred dollar bills and told them, "Here you are. Consider this a belated Christmas gift for all the Christmases we missed. This year's gift is your mother. That's my baby in there. Since you're already Fred after me, it's a good thing this one's a girl." Terry loved all the sex she got that Christmas holiday. Fred, Eric Jr., and Fred Jr. were in her almost all the time. Even when cooking, one of them would be feeling her up. While eating, she'd have someone's cock in her pussy or ass. She loved it when two or three of them would take her at the same time. She found she could take two cocks into her pussy or ass at the same time. She loved being used. Her husband loved watching, and only fucked her mouth during the holidays, although he loved playing with her breasts. * * * After Terry gave birth to her daughter, Fred made sure she got pregnant again within two months. No one knew who the father of this baby was. After it was born, he brought their father for a visit. He wanted Terry's next child to be his and Terry's own brother or sister. Their father stayed until Terry was pregnant again. Fred only used her mouth or ass during their stay. They didn't know who fathered Terry's next child, but he was black. They didn't know who fathered the next either, but it was one of her sons. (She was thrilled to give birth to her own grandchild.) The next was brown, and the next was yellow. Terry earned a fortune as a whore. With Fred's help, she turned that fortune into an immense sum, well able to support her expanding family. Eric loved watching when he could, and was happy to spend the money that his wife earned. He brought in his co-workers as Terry's customers before quitting his job. He'd taking pictures and videos of his wife in action, and sell them on the internet, earning a hefty chunk of change for himself, too. Fred never did marry, but eventually took his huge- breasted daughter by Terry as his common-law wife when she was 18. They had lots of kids, and as far as anyone knows, were faithful to each other. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 53