("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Raising Cain by Tiffany (address withheld) *** A mother is intimidated by her young son and as time goes on she's intimidated more and more. (bg/F, ped, reluc, inc, 1st) *** Cain is our only child, thank God. I never could have raised two. Cain would have been a handful for any mother under the best of circumstances. My husband, Cliff, hamstrung me with Dr. Spock's method of child raising. Yes, Cliff read the book forward and backward. He firmly believed in the non-physical method of child raising. Dr. Spock never tried his methods on a kid like Cain. If he had, his book would have been completely different. You can say no to Cain until you're blue in the face; he doesn't mind. You can talk and reason until you're black and blue; nothing gets through. Even at the age of three, Cain would stand flat-footed and yell, "NO!" Consequently, Cain grew up getting his way on almost everything. I don't dare try to shop with him. As for getting help from Cliff, no chance. Cliff thinks the method is working just fine. He would, he's never around. Cliff thinks a kid that gets expelled twice a year since first grade is a sign of being high spirited. He will not help me break his kid's spirit. Cliff can control Cain by a firm lecture, but avoids them if possible. In order to curb an intolerable situation, I must call on Cliff. Afterwards, Cain stays pissed at me for days, making my life miserable for telling on him. Therefore, I try not to involve Cliff. As an example, when Cain was eight, he suddenly took an interest in the physical differences between boys and girls. He marched in the door one day, strode up to me, and said, "Mom, take your clothes off. I want to see you naked." I looked at him like he was nuts and told him, in a manner of speaking, to go to hell. The war was on. I could not turn my back on him after that. He'd lift my skirt and try to yank my panties down. He'd reach inside my blouse. He even snuck under my bedding with a flash light. When I told Cliff what Cain was doing, Cliff quoted book and verse from Dr. Spock's book. "Parents should satisfy the natural curiosity of children. Sex should be discussed openly to the degree the child wants to know." He told me to let the kid look. I am painfully shy about my body, even though I think I have a good one. I'm not big busted, but I am trim and shapely. Without Cliff's help, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. The worst part of all was that the war interfered with my favorite pastime, masturbation. I could never relax knowing Cain might be hiding and watching. The next day, while fighting off Cain, I suddenly jumped up, stripped, and reclined with my legs apart in complete surrender. Cain had a field day exploring every nook and cranny of my body. I gave him the three dollar tour. At his insistence, I even demonstrated how women pee, sitting on the toilet with my knees out wide while Cain peeled back my labia lips. He fondled, pinched, and sucked on my tits. There was nothing sexual about this. He was simply curious. After that, he stopped bugging me. He paid little attention to my body, in fact. The positive side-effect of this was that I overcame my inhibitions around Cain. In a way, being nude in Cain's presence was easier than being nude with Cliff. Cliff and I still made love with the lights off. I thought I'd been through the worst, and then puberty hit. Cain shot up like a weed. Now, in the seventh grade, when he stands flat-footed to tell me no, we are eye to eye. Furthermore, he took a renewed interest in my body, a sexual interest, at a time when Cliff wouldn't look twice at a beaver shot. I can't say I didn't enjoy the attention, but I strongly resented my son's crude fondling. When he'd finger fuck me or try to suck my tits, I'd tell him no. He rarely took my no seriously, but I tried to be firm. I struggled against his assaults, but he was big enough by then to overpower me. I'm a petite woman anyway. I stand five two, and my normal weight is one hundred and ten pounds. Cain weighs about the same, but he is all muscle. I couldn't hold him down if I wanted to take a belt to him. In those early months of puberty, I wanted to do just that. If Cliff only knew what his son has put me through, he'd... well, he'd have done something, I'm sure. I just wish I'd told him when the trouble first started. This all started when Cain's voice started changing. He began taking an abnormal interest in women, not girls, women. He had a source for hard-core pornography. He kept these slick magazines in his room. Since I cleaned his room, I noticed everything. Cain never tried to hide them, anyway. I knew the first time he had an ejaculation. He proudly soiled his bed sheets, underwear, and socks which I had to handle. When I made no comment about this, he became bolder. He began depositing his load on my personal things. I found his sperm on my toothbrush, in my clean panties, on my pillow, in my favorite coffee cup, in my shoe and on my bra cups. Far from upsetting me, I grew to enjoy these sticky surprises. If I felt something squish between my toes on slipping a shoe on, I'd wear the shoe that way. I brushed my teeth with his sperm and drank my coffee with sperm cream. If I pulled out a pair of fresh panties with a soggy crotch, I wore them. I gladly set my breasts in wet bra cups. I tried to never let Cain see me do these things, but one morning, I caught him zipping up after sperming my coffee cup. I pulled back, out of sight, my pussy all a-tingle. I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen, putting on my usual, half-asleep morning face. As Cain sat before his cereal, watching me with a wicked grin, I groggily poured coffee in the cup, added a spoon of sugar, a spoon of creamer, and stirred without looking. When I brought the coffee to my lips, taking a long sip, Cain's wry grin became a wide grin. I made a pleasant face and joined him. He said, "How's your coffee this morning, Mom?" I said, "It's very rich. I always enjoy my first cup best of all, but this morning the coffee is even better." I took another long sip, watching his reaction. He just smiled knowingly. The following morning, I walked in on him while he was jerking off, naked in his bed. He didn't stop; he didn't even look up. My catching him triggered his orgasm, in fact. He ejaculated all over his chest, then he looked to me. I backed out, blushing profusely. *** After that, Cain jacked off wherever and whenever he felt the need. He went for shock value and was quite proud of his erections. He had a right to be. For a thirteen-year-old, he had an impressive piece of meat between his legs. He had seven inches as thick as his father's with a flaring helmet as big as a plum. When erect, his adult-looking cock arched back almost to his lower belly. His father had eight inches but had difficulty reaching the perpendicular when fully erect, and the head was smaller than Cain's. Furthermore, Cain still had a lot of growing to do. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to look at my son's cock. Cliff was my first and only lover. Cliff's cock was the only adult cock I'd ever seen in person. Until Cain started bringing the porn home, Cliff's cock was the only adult cock I'd ever seen. I thought Cliff was huge. While Cain was in school, I learned differently while perusing his material. I saw cocks twice as big as Cliff's, as thick as my wrist, and with heads the size of my fist. I got weak in the knees just thinking about taking a cock that big. I got weak in the knees just thinking about taking Cain's. Yes, in my private fantasies, I thought the unthinkable. I couldn't help it. I saw Cain's cock several times a day, in action. To make matters worse, I have always been fascinated by semen. I love the stuff. I like the taste, smell, and consistency. I love to feel the hot, slimy goo squirting deep inside me, squishing between my thighs, sliding between my pussy lips when I walk, running down my legs, and drying on my body. Cain could ejaculate eight times in one day, with his last load equaling his father's first. Cain's first could drown a cock-sucking whore. Cain gave me plenty to fantasize about. Cliff was no help. I could have vented much of my sexual tensions on him, but he was rarely around. Cliff is a workaholic, and after fifteen years of marriage, his sexual appetite dramatically waned as mine grew. Sometimes, we went months between fucks and weeks between blow jobs. I often resorted to sucking him off while he slept, just for a taste of semen. When Cain started jerking off in front of me, I was sucking off Cliff whenever I could get him alone. Sometimes, he had to push me away. Cliff called me a sex maniac and made me take cold showers. I'm serious; he'd put me in the shower and turn on the cold water. I knew I should have told Cliff what Cain was doing. I came close, but after a few forced cold showers, I was in no mood to curb the one outlet I had --masturbating to the image of a recent display of youthful virility. Masturbating to the image of Cain's magnificent cock spewing forth a fountain of rich sperm gave me my best orgasms ever. Also, I knew that Cain would continue to escalate his activities if I didn't tell on him. The very idea thrilled me. Speculating about what might happen next was masturbatory foreplay. For the first week, all he did was jerk off where I'd catch him in the act. When he got away with that, he began jerking off after seeking me out. If I moved, he'd follow. I came close to telling Cliff after Cain jerked off while standing in front of me. I was seated on the sofa, pretending to read a magazine but secretly watching over the top. The first blast hit my magazine. Two more jets landed on my skirt. Several ropy strands landed on my bare legs. For appearances sake, I threw the magazine at him and stormed off to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I gathered his sperm on my fingers and sucked my fingers. His youthful ball juice was like ambrosia. I knew I'd be courting disaster if I didn't put a halt to Cain's latest outrage. I could only imagine what his further escalations might entail. I imagined them while masturbating. After a dozen terrific orgasms, I decided not to tell. For two days, Cain thought he would catch hell. For those two days, he laid low. I did not see his cock. For those two days, I was a wreck. At first, I was sorely tempted to tell Cliff what had happened, but after two days, I was craving another encounter. After seeing his father come and go twice without any mention of the incident, Cain relaxed. Cliff leaves the house as Cain awakens. I usually watch the morning TV news while drinking my coffee, usually wearing only a loosely-belted short robe. On that third morning, I half expected, fully hoped, that Cain would give me a parting show before leaving for school. I waited with growing nervousness. I sat with my back to the hallway and did not hear his approach. Suddenly, a slimy wet hand cupped my mouth and nose from behind, pulling my head back. The shock startled me, but my first strained intake of breath told me I had a face full of fresh sperm. I struggled only half-heartedly and tried shouting my protests. All this did was permit Cain to get his wet fingers in my mouth. He had me by my hair with one hand, laughing wickedly while wiping his sperm-covered hand through my moving lips. This crude and messy assault was marvelous. My mouth, inside and out, was coated in his fresh spend. I savored the feel and taste while putting up a show of resistance. I made faces while he meticulously wiped sperm from my face and stuffed coated fingers inside my mouth. I could have sealed my lips tightly to prevent this; instead, I kept up a steady flow of muffled words in mock agonized disgust. He took his time and got most in my mouth before walking away, laughing. I swallowed his load then spit saliva into the lapel of my robe. I doubled over, sputtering and gagging, putting up a good front. Cain watched from a distance, laughing. We didn't speak as he readied himself for school, but on the way out the door, he paused to say, "I'll whip up another snack for you when I get home from school. Bye, Mommy!" I went straight to my bedroom and attacked my hot pussy. I spent most of my day torturing my cunt, in fact. I dreamed of the repeat assault. My only concern was that I somehow maintain my show of distaste and resistance. I knew I was weakening, and the thought of turning into a babbling sex slave to my Cain sent shudders through me. Somehow, I needed to impose limitations on him. Without dragging Cliff into the problem, that seemed an impossible feat. Still, I thought I must try. When Cain returned that afternoon, I was seated in my usual place on the sofa wearing a nice skirt and blouse combination. I'd spent a great deal of time fixing my hair and makeup. I must have looked like I was going out. In truth, I wanted to look my best for Cain. He liked what he saw and strode right over, dropping his books and standing between me and the TV show I wasn't watching. Cain drew out his hardening cock and began pumping the arching shaft. I made a face and said, "Cain, you must stop treating me this way. Boys are not supposed to treat their mothers this way. If you must do that, please do it in private." He merely grinned as I stared at his cock. He said, "I'm whipping you up a sperm snack. You're going to eat it all up, too. Sperm is good for you. You love my cum! You like looking at my dick, too, don't you?" I forced my eyes up and said, "I think it's disgusting what you're doing, and I don't like looking. I can't help looking; you practically shove that thing in my face. I should tell your father what you're doing to me." His reply was to step closer, straddling my knees, thrusting his cock out obscenely. I had to draw back to avoid the wet head as he teased, "Yeah, but you won't. He wouldn't care anyway. He'd probably make you suck it." Cain gave me this opening to explain my reluctance in telling, and I jumped at the opportunity to seal my fate further, saying, "I know, that's why I haven't told him. Daddy's little boy can do anything he wants. Don't push your luck, though." "Yeah, I think I'll tell him I want my own private whore. I'll bet he gives you the job. How about that, Mom? How would you like to be my whore?" This excited him further and had my mind racing with the implications, the possibilities. He pumped harder and faster. I watched that delicious, shiny, plum bob repeatedly into view in the wrap of pumping fingers. His left hand was poised at the tip, cupped to catch his spend. Seconds later, thick jets poured into his free hand as he shuddered and groaned his release. It was all I could do not to lap at the puddle then suck that beautiful instrument into my mouth. My mouth watered for my son's cock, but I maintained my look of disgust. When he had all the sperm cupped in his hand, he held that hand to my lips and said, "Here, lick it up." I turned my head. He mounted the sofa, kneeling on my left side. He took my hair in his right hand and pulled my head back forcefully. When I opened wide to go, "ouch," he upended his cupped left hand into my open mouth. His sperm poured in, filling my mouth. I was in heaven. He said, "Now, swallow it all." He pulled harder on my hair. I didn't want to swallow, because I was hoping to savor the taste. He took my stalling as reluctance, but I finally did as he insisted. He then put the wet palm to my lips and said, "Lick it all off." I licked his palm. Afterwards, he got up, grinning from ear to ear. I sat rightfully humbled and ashamed. My face was even red. I'm sure he thought I was embarrassed, certainly humiliated. Cain was so happy with the way I took to his domination of me, my subservient behavior, that he couldn't wait to try again. The next assault happened thirty minutes later as I was leaning over the sink, peeling carrots for our evening meal. His sperm-laden hand came from behind, cupped under my lower lip. I gripped the counter top and made a groan of despair. This time, he pushed on the back of my head until my head was down, my lips in the puddle. He said, "Lap it up." I hesitated only long enough to make my surrender believable, then dipped my tongue into the warm, white mess. He giggled and drove me on. Soon, I was lapping at the puddle like a dog. His other hand wasn't idle, either. He ran his right hand up my skirt from behind and insinuated the fingers down my panties. I clamped my legs together but he forced his way into the crotch, digging at my hole with his fingers. I lapped and groaned in feigned mortification. When he moved his wet fingers up my ass crack and stopped at my anus, I stopped licking. His index finger poked rudely inside and I cried out, "No! Please don't do that!" He ignored me and fucked that finger in and out, saying, "Shut up and keep licking, whore." I tolerated that butt finger-fucking and went back to my licking like a good whore should. When he worked a second finger up my ass, I merely groaned. When I had his hand clean, he dropped that hand down and went in my panties from the front. He toyed with my pussy, exciting my clit and fingering the hole. The kid knew a woman's pleasure centers and was actively trying to make me cum. I found my feet sliding outward as though my pussy was giving the orders. Before long, I stood with my feet a yard apart, head bowed, hands gripping the counter, my pelvis grinding on my son's fingers rapidly penetrating me, front and rear. I had never had my asshole touched before. I found the wicked sensation delightful once my sphincter adjusted. I came like a woman possessed with a sex demon and almost sank to the floor. As I regained my feet, Cain drew my panties down my legs. I offered no resistance and stepped free of them. He stood, lifted my skirt to bare my ass and delivered a sharp stinging slap, saying, "You're a good whore, Mom. What's for supper?" All I could do was bury my face in my hands to mask my arousal with a show of shame. He only laughed and walked away. He returned twice more while I prepared our dinner. Each time, he felt me up, entering both my ass and pussy for a quick fingering and parting with another sharp slap to my ass cheeks. I was properly humbled. I never said a word and would not look him in the eye. Cliff was out of town on business for a week. Even if I wanted to tell on him, I was at Cain's mercy for the entire week. We both knew that. During dinner, I sat looking morose, still not wearing panties. He checked before I took my seat, casually lifting my skirt in front. When I sat, he opened my blouse and exposed my bare breasts. I left them exposed. Halfway through the meal, he got up, came over, and freed his erection. He began jerking off. I sat back, quietly waiting for him to finish. He shot his load on my dinner, covering what remained with his special sauce. I was delighted, of course, but reacted with disgust, pushing my plate away, making a face. As I expected, he moved it back and insisted I clean my plate. I pretended to gag with each fork full; but in reality, I never enjoyed potatoes and carrots more. Before the night was through, Cain had me sucking him to orgasm while I was totally naked. I don't know how many times he came, but I ended up swallowing every precious drop. *** That night, he climbed into my bed with me. We were both naked. I rolled away, lying on my side. He snuggled up to me, spoon fashion, and poked his tired erection between my legs. I half expected intercourse would occur, and the actuality of the impending event had me breathing hard. It was all I could do to remain still and not lift my leg like the bitch in heat I'd become. As it turned out, lifting my leg wasn't necessary. Cain had easy access to my slimy wet hole and pressed hard. His big head pried its way through my receptive pussy lips. I almost swooned. I never felt anything so erotic. Unfortunately, the poor kid was all orgasmed out. He'd spent his last spend and was tired. He simply entered me fully and drifted off to sleep. I was far from sleep, however. With him snoring beside me, I bravely used my fingers to excite my clit. His cock, amazingly, remained hard. His cock was not as hard as it gets, but hard enough for me to move my pelvis on to get a short stroke out of him. Together with my finger play, I managed a quiet climax. Thirty minutes later, with him still inside me, still hard, I managed another. I was awakened the following morning to a rude, missionary screwing. Cain was on top of me, pounding away at my cunt while he chewed my right tit. I was a little disoriented, but my pussy knew what was going on and ordered my legs wide apart. My back arched, and I used both hands to squeeze my tit up in lewd offering. This was fucking the way I'd always dreamed fucking should be. The fact that my son was doing the fucking made no difference. Any male that could do to my body what Cain was doing to it, had themselves a whore. In passionate surrender, I cupped my hands to his head and slobbered wet kisses all over his face, saying, "Oh, yes, Cain, fuck me! Fuck Mommy, sweetheart. Oh, yes, baby! I'm your whore, darling." The words were out before I knew what I was saying. Those words made him cum deep in my womb, deep in my fertile womb, I might add. Since Cliff had a vasectomy, we used no birth control. I wasn't thinking about that at the time, though. I was too busy cumming on that shooting cock. Since the words were out, I had no intention of trying to take them back. When Cain collapsed on me, I cupped his tight buttocks, squeezing and stroking his soft skin. His ear was beside my mouth. I kissed his ear and whispered sexily, "That was wonderful, Cain. I meant what I said. I'll be your private whore. I'll do anything you want, anytime." I planted loving kisses while stroking his flanks, grinding my sex-starved cunt on his still buried cock. Cain simply relaxed and soaked up the lewd affection. We languished in each others arms, alone with our own thoughts. I began thinking about all that virile sperm swimming about in my womb and began counting back the days since my last period. It was dangerously close to my fertile cycle, but too late to do anything about it if I was fertile. Oddly, the thought that I might, at that very moment, be conceiving a child by my own son gave me a wicked thrill. Still, I had enough sense to know what a disaster that would be. Getting an abortion on the sly would be difficult without Cliff's knowledge. He controls every dime, and our state requires the consent of both parties for married women. I said, "Cain, we are going to have to get you some condoms, sweetheart. It wouldn't do for me to get pregnant. You do know that your father had an operation to make sure he couldn't make babies, don't you?" To my utter surprise, he said, "Yeah, I know. That's why I want to get you pregnant. I'm not going to wear no rubbers, no way." I said, "But honey, that would be a disaster. I'd have to get an abortion if that happened." "No you wouldn't, and you'd better not try. If you do, I'll tell Dad. I'll tell him you've been fucking all kinds of men. I'll tell him you're the biggest whore in town." I was stunned, to say the least. I backed off to get a good look at his face to see if he was serious. He got up on his straight arms, looking down on me, and said, "I'm going to knock you up, Mother. You're my whore, now, and I want you pregnant. I always get what I want. You know that, don't you?" "But, baby, your father will divorce me if that happens." "I know, then I'll have you all to myself, won't I?" "But, sweetheart, we won't have any money." "You'll earn plenty with your pussy. You're my whore, remember?" What could I do? I wasn't about to tell Cliff after all I'd done, after willingly screwing our son. Cain had me and would continue having me whether I liked it or not. To make matters worse, his bold declaration had fired his passions. His once softening cock was again rigid and moving in my soupy twat, stirring our juices and my own passions. I drew my feet in and ground back saying, "In that case, then put some more sperm in Mommy's pussy, sweetheart. Let's do this right. Make a baby in me, Cain. Fuck more sperm into my hot pussy. Make me a pregnant whore." My words fired him to new levels of lust, ending in a dynamic mutual climax and another dousing of sperm in my receptive womb. He stayed home from school that day and we fucked like bunnies. Every day, he filled my womb several times. I remained naked and ready to fuck for the remainder of that week. When I missed my next period, I wasn't the least surprised. Cain was elated when I told him the news. I was somewhat elated, but tempered with the knowledge that my life was on an irrevocable path, one that did not hold the promise of a bright, secure future, but did hold the promise of months, perhaps a few more years, of deliciously wild sex. Since I had no choice, I tried to stay focused on the short term advantages, resolved to see my marriage self destruct. The marriage was a hollow shell, anyway. Whatever love there had been was long dead. Cliff was merely security; though, for a woman with no job skills or work experience, that security counted for a lot. I could not conceive of fucking strange men for money, though Cain reminded me constantly that real whoring was in my immediate future. Cain played up the whore angle. When he said whore, he meant whore. Whoring wasn't just a dirty word to add excitement to our incestuous relationship, as I at first believed. He expected me to act like a whore at home, but more and more, he demanded I act like a whore outside the home. He not only treated me like a whore in private, he treated me that way in public. I didn't mind the private stuff, but I strongly resisted going public. As always, Cain slowly got his way. The conditioning all started with his little circle of neighborhood friends. Cain was the ring leader of their group of young delinquents, always doing things to piss someone off: peeping in windows, stealing women's panties, spying on grownups making love. The police were called in several times; but usually, I had to deal with the angry neighbors' complaints directly. Cain had two best friends his age: Marty and Steve. Steve also had a younger sister. Ann tagged along with them a great deal. Ann was a precocious little eleven- year-old with big, mischievous, blue eyes and a full head of long curly blond hair. She had little budding titties and the hint of a developing woman's figure. I always suspected that she was their little sexual plaything. She would go into Cain's room with them when the bed was strewn with his pornography. They were in there sometimes for hours with the door locked. I'd seen her leave looking disheveled and a bit flushed. All of the kids had mouths like sailors and they loved tossing about the "F" word in my presence. They liked to hang out at our house; I suppose, because our house was the only place where they could get away with their lewd conduct. Cain was at his worst when they were around. He'd boss me around and call me names just to look cool. After he started jerking off in front of me, he also took every opportunity to embarrass me by grabbing a tit or flipping up my skirt if I walked by. Before Cain and I began having sex, I had been goosed by all of them, including Ann. Having an eleven-year-old girl reach up under your skirt and grab a handful of pussy is a sobering experience. There is nothing like it for reminding a woman how little respect or control she has over the kids in her life. What little I did have, I gradually surrendered to Cain as we sank deeper and deeper into our incestuous relationship. In the back of my mind, I knew this would happen. I wanted him so badly that I was willing to pay the price. For the most part, I tried not to think about the price. On that first day after Cain and I went all the way, I didn't even want to think about what might happen when the gang arrived after school. I knew they'd march straight over from the bus stop at three forty-five and enter without knocking. As the time drew near, I managed to slip into a pullover shift. Though I was naked beneath the shift, I could not bear to let the kids see me wearing nothing. I kept mopping my crotch, but semen kept leaking out. I wanted to go away and hide somewhere, but I knew they'd seek me out. The look on Cain's face told me he was going to humiliate me beyond words. He couldn't wait to share his conquest with his little friends. I didn't know how I'd survive this ordeal. I knew the time to make my first installment for all the illicit pleasure I'd received was at hand. The scene was unavoidable, but that didn't make enduring any easier. As the clock ticked closer to the hour, Cain's grin grew. He wasn't going to tip his hand. I had no idea how this would go down, only that it would. When the door burst open, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I stood in the open living room looking at the smiling faces of Marty, Steve, and Ann. Without my being aware, Cain moved up from behind me and quickly raised my shift above my waist, pinning the material tightly about my middle. I struggled to cover my nakedness, but quickly realized the futility. As the kids gasped and dropped to their knees at my feet, all hope and thoughts of resistance drained out of me. I hung limply on display as my son proudly announced, "Well, I did it. I fucked her. I fucked her good, too." Marty said, "Boy, I'll say. I can see your cum leaking out of her cunt crack." Cain gently kicked at the inside of my right ankle. With resignation, I allowed my right foot to move out the desired distance, a good thirty inches. Cain pushed against my ass to thrust out my pussy for his friends. Their faces were in my crotch, peering up into my open pussy. Ann's small fingers touched my wet lips and trailed through my slimy slit, saying, "Wow, look how red and big it is. Look at all the stuff leaking out. How many times did you fuck her pussy, Cain?" "Lots, right Mom? Last night, she gave me three blow jobs, and today, we fucked six times." Steve said, "Man, this is great. You lucky mother fucker, Cain. Is your mom a good fuck? Does she like it?" "She's a great fuck, better than Ann, that's for sure. You liked it, didn't you, Mom?" I nodded meekly as Ann, that little shit, pursed her fingers together and pushed her hand inside, declaring, "Hey, look, I got my whole hand inside her pussy. I'm making a fist inside." This nearly took my breath away and made my knees almost buckle. Steve said, "Make like a cock and fuck her with your fist." She did just that, sending delicious waves of lust swarming through me. Her arm was bigger than Cain's cock, her fist bigger than his cockhead. She gently, but firmly, punched deep, pounding my cervix with her small fist. Cain asked, "Want to see her tits?" The two boys stood as Cain lifted the shift over my head. I assisted by lifting my arms. He took my tits in both hands and held them in offering to his buddies. Marty took the left; Steve took the right. Each played with and sucked on my tits while Ann drove me wild. I was moaning, groaning, and rocking my pelvis on her hand, thrusting my chest out to the boys. Cain said, "Mom said she'd be my whore from now on. Isn't that right, Mom?" "Yes. I'm your whore, Cain." Ann asked, "Are you still going to get her pregnant like you said?" "Tell her, Mom." "Yes, he is going to make a baby in me. We've been working on it all day. I want to have Cain's baby." Ann said, "Man what a horny bitch! Look at her fucking herself on my arm. Man, it's gooey in there." Marty said, "Can we fuck her, too?" "Not until I know she's pregnant. You can fuck her asshole if you want. Either that, or she'll suck you off." I came explosively with my son's offer to share me with his friends. Though I'd never had anal sex, I was willing to try. When Ann pulled out, they put me on all fours. They all stripped and Marty got behind me with his six-inch erection. He used the head to toy with my pussy, saying, "Can I at least stick it in her cunt to get it wet?" Cain had my cheeks pulled apart, looking into my crotch from above. He said, "Yeah, go ahead and fuck her pussy if you want, but just be sure you cum in her ass, okay?" While Steve presented his five-inch rod to my open mouth, Marty sank in to the balls and started fucking me. I sucked hard on Steve's cock while Ann crawled under me to watch my screwing from below. Marty drew out after a few minutes, then poised his cock at my sphincter. He grabbed my hips and pulled hard. His cock sank into my colon with relative ease, but he still made me groan. Ann cried out, "Look, he's got his cock all the way in her asshole. Man, that's neat looking. Look at her wiggle her butt. Cain, your mom sure likes to fuck." Steve didn't last long and emptied his balls in my sucking mouth. Ann crawled out to watch him cum. When he eased away, she got in front of me and shoved her hairless pussy in my face. I was so hot and horny, I eagerly licked and sucked her little snatch. She said, "Look everybody, Cain's mom is sucking my pussy. She really loves it, too." I heard Cain say, "I'll bet she'd like it better if there was a big cock in it." I was so turned on, I took my mouth off her to say, "Oh, Yes! Cain, please put your big cock in her pussy. I'll lick you both." Cain pulled the ottoman up to me and sat with his cock sticking up in my face. I mouthed his familiar rod deeply. Ann stepped across and settled, as I guided his cock to her small opening. I had an excellent view as her tight lips flowed over his crown. She winced as she settled lower, letting the bulbous crown pop inside past her ring of muscle tissue. From there on, the shaft went steadily in with short squatting motions, lifting, settling deeper, until she sat fully on his groin. The two of them reclined. Ann had her legs up in a wide "V", presenting me with the full plane of their joined genitals. God, it looked so erotic. Her lips were drawn tight and thin, squeezing the cock. I eagerly lapped my broad tongue up Cain's shaft, around her cunt, and over her tiny clit. I held the little vixen by her inner thighs and rocked her back and forth so that three inches of cock sawed in and out. My tongue stayed busy as they giggled and squirmed. While I was thus occupied, Marty came in my ass. Steve had a new erection which he immediately inserted in my pussy. I sucked Cain's balls and made them fuck furiously. I poked my tongue up Ann's hole, alongside my son's cock. I tongued her cunt, pausing to suck her clit from time to time. Steve pulled out of my cunt and slipped right in my ass. His small cock felt better in that hole. My sphincter milked him. The fucking kids didn't last long. Cain poured his load in Ann's squirming body. I lapped at the sperm that seeped out along the edges of her pussy. When she raised up and off, I glued my mouth to her sopping beaver. The little vamp ground her spermy cunt on my mouth. With her feet on the edge of the ottoman, she fucked my face, calling me a cunt-sucking whore. I loved hearing those words and held my head steady for this abuse, keeping my tongue fully extended as she wiped her cunt on my tongue and my face. Steve came in my ass. This was my introduction to group sex. Things got nasty after that. From then on, they all used me freely. They kept me naked and busy. I had all the sperm I could ever want. I literally had the stuff running out of my ears. Ann was insatiable. She loved getting her pussy sucked. My mouth ached, always. That first week was a marathon suck and fuck fest, but eventually the activity died down. At least, I could wear clothes again. I couldn't wear underwear, though. As the weeks rolled by, they devised ways of deepening my involvement and my humiliation. They took me out for strolls through the neighborhood wearing very little. Super short skirts that were light and blew up in the slightest breeze brought them their greatest joy. Thin, elastic tops that showed my nipples added to the effect. High heels made me wiggle with a sexy sway. They had all the neighbors gossiping and gawking. I became the neighborhood scandal. Cliff was oblivious to this as he never socialized with anyone, and was never around, coming home late and leaving early. At first, I truly hated what they did to my reputation. No woman would ever talk to me. I got icy stares everywhere I went. Their husbands, on the other hand, became a real pain. They saw me as an easy lay. Cain insured that I was. He and his friends set me up with the men in the neighborhood. I let the first one fuck me under strong protest, but after that, I was easy. If a man came to my door, I led him to the bedroom. Those were my instructions. As a consequence, six of the ten men on our street had me regularly. Two more from a street over were also regulars. In addition, I screwed Ann's father. Ann, by the way, also screwed her father, the slut. Once my pregnant condition was confirmed, Cain let anyone cum in my pussy. After a while, with my reputation firmly established, I couldn't care less. I even enjoyed the exhibitionistic neighborhood strolls. I learned to enjoy all the male attention and ignore the bitches. I became a true slut, even in my own mind. I had all the hard cock and hot sex any horny housewife could want. As the months rolled by, and I began to show, even the illicit life growing in my womb excited me. After three months, I had a swelling in my lower belly that was quite noticeable. The first time Cliff took notice and stared with a wrinkling of his brow, I had a mild panic attack. He didn't comment on my tummy pouch, though. This puzzled me. I almost wanted to get the awful scene over with. I was prepared to make a full confession. My confession was rehearsed by Cain. I had orders to confess a full adulterous life with so many lovers that determining the father was impossible. I had no idea how Cliff would respond. He has never hit me, but he is a powerful man. I figured that if anything would push him to that extreme, a confession like that would do it. At the very least, I expected a divorce. By that time, I knew I could earn a decent living on my back. Cain had already sold me dozens of times and had our nest egg safely hidden away. He didn't sell my services cheaply, either. By that third month, we had over one-thousand dollars set aside. As our kitty grew, I became bolder. I enjoyed seeing that look on Cliff's face when I'd catch him studying my paunch. I found myself purposefully displaying my puffed tummy, wearing tight-fitting stretch clothing, or low-slung, hip- hugging short shorts with half tops that left my belly bare. With the warm weather coming on, I wore my bikini a great deal. I found that the best way to display my growing belly was while lying nude on my back. Since Cliff gets up early and putters around the room with the lights on, getting ready for work, it was easy to feign sleep, lying uncovered. In this position, my belly really stood out, even in the early stages. The hard round swell did not look like weight gain. To any normal person, I looked exactly like a woman with a baby growing in her womb. I could also see Cliff through squinted lashes. I could watch him looking at my tummy, thinking about it. After a few weeks of this, well into my third month, I was quite vexed. He had to suspect; but still, he said nothing. In an effort to bring this to a head, I took to sleeping in the nude, something I'd never done with Cliff. He was shocked by this sudden change, but made no comment about that either. When I made this decision, I was starting my fourth month. I was much bigger than I had been in my fourth month with Cain. I suspected twins were in the oven. My belly looked like I had a football stuffed up my twat. Cain was as perplexed as I was. He was eager to get this over with as well. He had already begun commenting on my belly in front of his dad. Cain suggested that I sleep in the nude. He held the mirror while I posed on my back to see the effect. I looked very pregnant. I knew damned well that when Cliff saw what we saw, he'd have to say something. Cliff said nothing when I came to bed, naked. When he got up the following morning, I made sure the covers were past my thighs. When light flooded the room, Cliff looked back at my sleeping form. He stared at my mounded belly for the longest time from many angles. I was certain he would wake me, but he didn't. Every time he wandered through, he paused to stare. He made me very horny. I played with my pussy while he showered. When he returned, I lay sprawled with my knees drawn up and laid flat. He not only saw my belly, but he noticed my sopping wet and inflamed pussy. Still nothing. Cain was on me and in me right after Cliff left the house. We were both turned on by Cliff's obvious denial. Afterwards, we laid there, speculating about what it all meant. We were dumbfounded. Cliff didn't even comment when Cain came right out and said I looked pregnant. Cliff knew I was pregnant. My condition was that obvious; besides, I was being overtly obvious in my attempts to show rather than hide that fact. Add to this, Cain's frequent remarks and we had a clear picture of total denial on my husband's part. On my own, I tried to figure Cliff out. For the life of me, I could not imagine his motive. He did not act upset in the least, though he certainly wasn't happy. It seemed that he could not face up to the obvious reality that I was cheating on him and carelessly got myself pregnant. I figured that his male ego couldn't handle the situation, so he pretended it wasn't happening. I supposed that he remained silent, hoping I'd find a way to abort the child. I had good reason for assuming this to be the case. Right after he first noticed my swelling belly, he did become less tight with the money, asking me to start keeping the records for him as he was too busy to mess with family finances. Since only he could sign checks, he even had me practice signing his signature to pay the bills. I had everything I needed to get an abortion on the sly. I could even sign the consent form for him. This explanation fell apart as I got further along. He knew as well as I that no clinic would abort a pregnancy in the second trimester. I was obviously well along in my second trimester when I displayed my naked belly to him that morning. My confusion grew, but so did my arousal. Cain and I decided not to push it, and see how long he could go on pretending. This became a game for us. I continued to sleep in the nude and wear revealing clothes around Cliff, but Cain stopped bringing my condition to Cliff's attention. All through that fourth month, I grew and grew, but we just acted like nothing was wrong. Cliff still played his role. He looked every day. He watched my progress. By the fifth month, I had a nice rounded swell the size of half a basketball for him to try and ignore. By the middle of my fifth month, I also had confirmation by ultrasound. I was having twins, a boy and a girl. I looked like a woman in her seventh month. I shamelessly flaunted my big belly by then. I even bought a skimpier bikini, one with a tiny crotch patch that rode low over my pussy. I even shaved all the hair off my pussy to accentuate the sight. I had to anyway. The suit demanded a close shave. I either wore my bikini or nothing at all when Cliff was around. I went so far as to walk around the house stark naked in front of Cain without Cliff raising an eyebrow. This really had us going. We decided to start upping the ante. We were determined to make Cliff crack, and we didn't care if he knew about us. We thought he suspected anyway. He could see how close we'd become. We were quite affectionate, and several times, he caught us kissing as lovers kiss. He didn't say anything about that, either, so we started kissing more often. On Sundays, Cliff began hanging around more than he ever had before. I stayed naked all day, and Cain stayed home. Cain began touching me, especially on my belly. When I'd sit on the sofa, he'd snuggle up on my shoulder, rub my belly, and rest a cheek on my tit. Cliff saw everything we did. It wasn't long before Cain casually ran his hands all over my body while I sat there reading my magazine or watching TV. In the evening, we'd all watch TV together. One Sunday, at the start of my seventh month, determined to get Cliff to crack, I sat beside Cliff, naked, of course. Cain laid his head on my big belly and began stroking his hand up my thigh. Cliff had his arm around my shoulder but had his eyes on Cain's constantly moving hand, watching our son's hand get closer and closer to my shaved pussy. Cain's hand slid lower on my inner thigh and kept closing in on my pussy. When his passes brought his fingers within a few inches, I applied outward pressure against Cliff's leg, signaling my desire to open my legs for Cain. Cliff eased his leg over, giving me room to part my knees by a foot. Cain went right for my cunt and massaged me between my legs. When Cliff said nothing about this outrageous behavior, we both became electrified, charged with a growing perverse passion. Cain slipped his two middle fingers in my cunt and turned his face to my tummy. He planted wet kisses, moving up to my right tittie. My hand cupped my breast, offering the pursed nipple to his lips. He suckled me while fingering my twat. I reacted by lifting my leg and placing it on Cliff's lap. I could see from the corner of my eye that Cliff was taking this all in with silent, avid interest. I gradually sank, sliding my back down Cliff's front. Cain readjusted his position to allow me to recline fully on Cliff's lap, bringing my legs up on the sofa. Cain got between my legs, on his knees, as I wiggled into position with my lower back lying over Cliff's legs. When I reclined, this brought my belly up in dramatic presentation. Cain wasn't idle. He boldly pulled his cock out and stroked the shaft with the head poised at my hole. Though I couldn't see over my belly, I could feel. I reached to my pussy with both hands and opened my labia lips to receive him. That was all he needed. He sank that beautiful cock in me with his father watching. I could not have been more thrilled. Cain was fucking me and my husband saw and felt every thrust. I let this sink in, then I took Cliff's hands and placed them on my pregnant belly. With my hands on his, I moved them all over and said, "Cliff, I'm pregnant. I'm going to have twins." He said, "Yes, I know. Now I know who the father is." "Yes, Cain is the daddy. I'm sorry, but I could not resist." "I understand, dear. It's not your fault; it's mine. I have neglected you terribly. I put my work before my marital responsibilities." This inspired me to say, "He wasn't the only one. I have been very unfaithful, Cliff. There have been dozens of men, but Cain got me pregnant. I'm a whore, Cliff." "Don't say that, Honey. I know. I've been told. I saw it coming. I saw it develop and still didn't change. I can't blame you." "No, Cliff, I am a whore. I still am. I will be tomorrow and the next day. I told Cain I'd be his whore. That's what he wants, his own whore. I agreed to be his private whore. I have no intention of going back on that promise." "I understand. I guess I'll have to try to live with it." Well, you could have bowled me over with a used condom. Cain and I exchanged looks. His look said, "Great!" Mine tried to convey, "What more could we ask?" We both smiled and quickly finished our fuck. We've been smiling ever since. 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 64