("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Mother Knows Best by Art S Healing (address withheld) *** A mother with a mental illness has her kids taken away for a time. She finally gets them back once she is declared psychologically stable again, but when she stops taking her medications, the entire family is drawn into her kinky web of sexual perversions. Her 12 year old daughter seems to be taking the brunt of it, so what's a little girl to do? (MMF/g, bg, ped, nc, rp, inc, bi, 1st, gb, mc, bd, voy, ws, v, huml, tor) *** Author's Note: No human being, let alone a child, should ever be abused in anyway. The following story is not true, but rather dark symbolic images which reflect my experiences and feelings. Please do not allow such things to happen for any reason. I am a victim of rape. I know what it can do. I utilize the symbolic art of writing as an outlet and I also feel better knowing that others may also be receiving such healing. Some of my stories may be helping those who may have dangerous impulses so they may also have a safe outlet instead of seeking the real thing as well, and that is a great comfort. Please NEVER harm a woman or a child. Traumas like the following story should only exist in the abstract world. Sadly this isn't always the case. Please do not take the pure spirit of a child and forever suffer it to be a ghost. Life is but a dream, so please do not make it into a nightmare. Thank you! *** Just because both of your biological parents are fruitcakes doesn't mean you will be too, right? I'm as sane as they come, which is especially amazing after the way I grew up. Or maybe I just think I'm sane. I wonder what my children think about how things are now but I guess I'm afraid to ask. I guess it's all relative anyway. Now that I am a grown woman I think back and realize that if I hadn't accepted my childhood for what it was, I may have spent years in a mental institution like my mom had after what she put me through. It's all her fault. Her deeds became a dark moat that surrounds me to this very day. I still swim in that moat every day- trapped in its mud. If you can handle hearing about the bizarre world that swallowed me whole, then by all means, read on. When I was seven, my father was put in prison for rape. As if that wasn't bad enough, his victim was a local seventh grade girl I casually knew. Before he was taken away, he was always staring at me a lot and groped me here and there. He would often pick out slutty clothes for me to wear around the house, usually something of mine that he altered. Then he'd make me do things like clean the house or dance or something while he watched with a mysterious bulge in his boxers, and he would do it right in front of my mother. He'd even tickle or lick at my young cunny while I was bent over in front of him. Mom never said a word against it, probably because he'd fuck her enough to make her scream out after each time. She'd just smile and call me a "little tease" or "daddy's little slut" and soon they'd be off in their bedroom with the door wide open going at it like wild animals. I'm kind of surprised he never raped me, but I think he was afraid that since I was his daughter there was too much of a connection. He used to piss in front of me all the time, and judging from the size of his prick, maybe he was afraid he'd kill me. I don't know. Beside, apparently my young pussy wasn't the only one around for him, and after some plea bargain that pissed off some of the locals, he went away for a while. Anyway, once he was imprisoned, that left my mother in charge of everything. When my grandfather died shortly after, mom used the inheritance money to get a place out in the middle of nowhere and started homeschooling us. Mom was an odd one. She was on medication and was fine when she took it, but after blowing all of the money on the house, times got tight and the money stopped coming in. That's when she stopped taking her meds. After that, she was either really up or really down; there was never an in between with her. One night she beat us all pretty badly and we kids were put into the foster system, eventually being separated so we could be bounced around in foster care for a while. I guess they thought that was better than an orphanage. It wasn't. At least at home we were together, plus I wasn't always getting fondled by my foster families, although I still managed to keep my cherry in tacked. I figured I could deal with it because they told us it was only temporary, which it was, but it wasn't until just after I turned 12 that we were reunited back at our old homestead. Five long years that seemed like a lifetime to me. But at least we were lucky enough to own the land and house out in the country, so mom had tenets living there the whole time. Mom told us that they kept it from getting too run down in exchange for a discount on the rent. She later mentioned that she had insurance for her hospital stay, so all of the rent money had been storing up that whole time. Mom hired some fancy-shmansy investor, and so apparently we were set financially. Anyway, the day we finally all got back together, I thought it would be like a heartwarming scene out of a Disney movie, but it was only awkward. So much had changed. We had changed. I decided to just go with the flow and see where it took us. All was okay until mom noticeably stopped taking her meds again. She said they made her feel like she was having her will sucked right out of her. Things got really strange after that. At first she began to punish all of us for the slightest infractions, making us disrobe and spank each other- things like that, but then she seemed to fixate only on me. It was like she was holding me to a different standard. My younger brothers had become two mischievous little brats who got away with the most serious of offences with barely a tap on the wrist, much less a slap. After a while it got worse and soon I was being punished for things they did because I was older and I should have been watching them better. Even if they were in their room- like I was supposed to sit there are stare at them 24/7. I even got into trouble when my youngest brother wet the bed. After discovering it in the morning, mom called me in to their room, grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and forcibly bent me over. She ordered me to spread my feet and held my face right in his pee-spot. Next thing I knew, she yanked up my nightshirt and jerk my panties down to spank my bare ass right in front of my brothers. "Lick it up, you little bitch!" she screamed. It was so gross. My brothers just watched with smirks and giggled each time I jumped or squeaked as she thwacked my ass and I lapped at his cold pee spot like a cleaning cat. I knew they could see my hairless pussy the whole time. I was so embarrassed, especially when her whacks would slap directly on my cunt every few strikes or so, causing me jump. I'd get caught off guard so I'd bite my bottom lip in pain each time and of course my voyeuristic brothers would snicker or laugh at me. I tried not to cry out when it happened so I didn't add to their satisfaction, but that didn't really work out well. "Is this little twat of yours is getting wet?" asked mom. "Are you getting off on this, slut?" Then she began to rub her hand over my pussy and asshole in between spanks, massaging them with great expertise. "Look at her twat, boys. Only a whore would get a wet pussy like that while her face is buried in her brother's own piss and her mother is spanking her. She must like it... don't you, you little fucking cum- rag." Then she'd have them join in the spankings like it was some family bonding ritual. She began to do things like this to me on a regular basis, eventually moving on to things like making me lie in the bathtub fully clothed and having John and Kyle piss all over me because I had a tummy ache and couldn't finish my lunch. I had to wear them the rest of the day and night without drying off. Then with her lead, they'd make fun of me for smelling all stinky. "Missy Pissy," they'd mock. Even when it dried, my hair was sticky and frizzed like I used some cheap hair gel and I felt so nasty. I was so ashamed and couldn't believe what was happening. It was like a bizarre dream, only in this dream I couldn't wake up. This enflamed my brothers boldness because not only could they get away with anything they wanted, but they would get off by watching me be the whipping girl for what they did. It was like some family secret when the welfare worker came around and I was afraid to say anything. She acted like a milk and cookies mother, so over time the welfare worker's visits gradually became less and less until they stopped. That's when it got really fucked up. Mom became extremely sexual; horny all of the time. She'd bought the boys and me a bunch of porn. Magazines, movies, and stuff she collected from the internet; really sick stuff, too. She said she wanted to start a new collection for when our daddy got out of prison (in a few more months to a few years, depending on his behavior). Maybe it wouldn't be for a while yet, but she wanted to have it all ready for him she'd claim. She would just give it all straight to my brothers and I for "safe keeping" although I just gave mine over to the boys when my mother wasn't around. "I'm always losing stuff these days," mom told us. "Here. These are important. Keep them safe and sound." Then she told us to make sure we didn't look at any of it because it was all about fucking. Yeah, right. Nod- nod, wink-wink, don't touch the forbidden fruit I just put in your hand while I turn my back. Then mom got more interactive with her family. At first, she'd walk around in a short nightshirt with a loose collar that allowed the shirt to sag down, exposing one of her bare titties. Soon she was going around in just her bra and panties or just wrapped in a towel. That turned into only panties, but of course those didn't last long either. Mom walking around naked became normal for her; for all of us. Then we started hearing her crank off a good, loud orgasm in her open bedroom. Soon it was on the toilet too. It was especially loud when she stopped bothering to shut the bathroom door. My brothers we drawn to the sound like moths to light and would openly spy on her. We all knew that she loved it but no one spoke about these things. Soon she took to masturbating right in front of us on the living room loveseat or the comfy chair. She would be just sitting there quietly as if she were deep in thought or watching TV with my brothers and I, and we'd all hear a wet slapping sound. Who could help but to look? The first few times it happened, we were all sitting on the floor in front of the television with an eye-to-eye (so to speak) view of her wide spread legs and her shaven beaver. At first the boys, John (who was then 10 years old, pushing 11) and Kyle (who was now 9) would giggle and watch from where they were seated. They would look over at me and I would be red with embarrassment, often not able to look back. After a couple of times of this, my brothers scooted up really close to mom's cunt, grinning from ear to ear as they watched. She'd open her cunt lips wide for them with one hand while her finger plunged in and out of her wet fuckhole as she moaned like a shameless whore. Then they got to where they'd pull out their little preadolescent cocks out and jerk off to an immature orgasm with her. Then mom would start doing it at the dinner table or just walking down the hallway or into a room. Naked, she'd squat down with her legs spread out like a frog or bend over or drop into doggy style with her ass facing us and finger herself with an almost violent desperation to get off. While I still wore normal clothes, my brothers would walk around in their underwear or very often now, nothing at all. They seemed to like having boners and flaunted them whenever they could with our mother making no objections. They liked to "accidently" rub or poke me with them as we passed by each other in the hall or did our chores. They'd even follow me around the house while jerking off or as I sat to use the toilet. I was the only one not masturbating at will or going around naked. I must admit though, I usually surreptitiously snuck it in late at night under my covers. It was hard not to get aroused living with so much sexual energy floating around, although I tried to avoid these things whenever I could. Then I was doing the laundry and I noticed my only bra (not like I needed one very much) mysteriously vanished from the washer. Then I saw that my panties were disappearing from my dresser drawer a few at a time. Then my long pants and shorts fell away into this mysterious void too. Somehow I knew it was only a matter of time before I was drawn into this family affair as surely as if I were encircling a black hole. I couldn't have been more right. Soon my brothers had gotten to where they would pin me in a corner and try and get me to show them my budding titties and pussy. I know I was 12, but I had only just started puberty a few months ago and was still pretty petite for my age. At nearly 11, John was already bigger than me and 9 year old Kyle was closing in behind him fast. Mom always said that they would be big boys, just like their daddy. When I would refuse to show them my goods, things would get more physical. I'd be fighting off one set of hands that was groping my chest, when another other set would suddenly lift up my skirt and rub my pussy through my panties. I'd try and stop that one, and the other pair of hands would raise my shirt and feel my half-tangerine sized titties, and while I would go back to trying to deter him, the one that was feeling up my crotch would yank down my panties and rub my bare, preteen slit. I would momentarily give up on protecting my titties and yank my panties back up only to have a hand still inside, still rubbing me vigorously. It would go back and forth like this for long periods until I was nearly naked and my pretty hair was as frayed as a birds nest. I remember the time when this act was the catalyst for sucking me all the way into that black hole. I was standing against the living room wall, pinned by my two brothers. John, the oldest, had managed to get my shirt bunged up high and was playing with my teeny bare boobies while Kyle had already gotten my panties down and snagged up at my ankles; trying to work his finger into my tight, poorly evading pussy. Even though I kept telling them "quit" and "stop it" to no avail, I realized my little cunny was responding by self-lubricating for some inexplicit reason. At this point I was concentrating more on thwarting Kyle than John since I figured that his pussy attack was the greater offense. That's when mom went walking by stark raving naked, doing nothing more than watching us for as long as her unbroken pace would allow. She just breezed right by the perverted scene with a smirk and went straight into the kitchen, casually mentioning that she was going to fix lunch. I couldn't bring myself to call out to her because it all happened so fast and I couldn't believe that even she would do nothing to stop the unwanted molesting of her own little girl by her two would-be rapists sons. I unconsciously stopped fighting and my jaw dropped in disbelief as I watched her continue her trek on without a care in the world. My brothers instantly took advantage of that brief, distracted moment to really dig in. Kyle's tiny finger hooked up inside my tight, moist virgin pussy right up to the hymen and wigged rapidly while John began sucking on my little pink nipples, switching back and forth as well as roughly kneading what little titties had. Yes, okay, it felt really good, but they were my brothers and this was sick, but I couldn't help what happened next. This was the first time I just gave in and let them have their way with me. I passively turned my blushing face away and allowed my little brothers to get me off. I lost control and willingly slipped one of my feet out of my panties and spread my legs out wide where I stood. With a mindless moan I lifted up to the balls of my feet and thrust my open palms against the wall in defeat. My entire body was firing spasms like electricity for the next two or three minutes until I came for them. I tried to cum as quietly as I could, but quiet or not, the fact is that I did cum at the hands and mouths of my two little brothers. I was ashamed. My brothers were overjoyed. They knew exactly what happened. They had seen enough porn to understand. I had surrendered to the pleasure, and thus, to them. Just after I came, I finally found the strength to push passed them and run off in shame as they laughed. Then they started playing this game where every time I went to sit down, one or both of them would stick his open hand palm up over my seat so I'd get an ass grabbing. This didn't begin to happen until after my last pair of panties, pants and shorts had disappeared and I was left with only a few of my shorter skirts. The boys would try and send their hand up my skirt so as I sat, gravity would do their work for them and they'd cop a feel. Then they got the bright idea to lift a finger as I sat and tried aim it just right so it would go up my cunny. They called it the "bull's-eye" game. The first time that it hit right on target and slipped straight into my pussy, I lost my hymen. It was John's wiggly finger that got it up in there just right and pop went the cherry! It hurt like hell and I bled somewhat. Maybe mom was ignoring this but I knew this had to end and so I finally found the courage to talk to her about it directly. I was so scared I thought I would faint. I was mostly afraid that she would continue her game of pretend indifference and perverted punishments (actually, I know it was arousal that motivated her; I had no doubt even back then). When I told her I didn't like what they were doing, she threw me a scoff, waved her hand in the air as if she was deflecting my complaint, "That's just the kind of things that boys do," she claimed. "They're just curious. You can't blame then for that. They've just got a lot of their father in them- that's all. Just ignore them and maybe they'll stop." I guess a line had been drawn, because from then on whenever I would smack at their hands as they molested me, mom would tell me not to hit her boys. "There's no excuse for violence, young lady," she barked. I could only do my best to block them by trying to grab at their wrists and such. But the tiny hands of a young girl can't compete with the four hands of two horny boys. As a result, I was mauled constantly. When I started getting dressed in the bathroom with the few clothes I had left, John and Kyle told her I was staying in there too long, no matter how quickly I was in and out of there. Mom told me that the bathroom was for taking a bath and using the toilet- it wasn't a walk-in closet. She made me change clothes back in my bedroom and that night she completely removed the doors from all the rooms, including the bathroom. She said she was tired of my "spoiled ass" bitching about privacy, even though I hadn't said anything about it- not one word. I didn't bother because I knew it wouldn't matter. I guess she expected me to complain more, and when I didn't, it forced her to take things to the next level on her own. Mom developed a real liking for putting me in vulnerable situations. It was so obvious. When I went to get dressed one morning, I found that my clothes which had still been steadily trickling away were all but completely gone. Not surprisingly, my most conservative clothes had begun disappearing first. Now there were only some socks, a miniskirt, a halter top and one of my shorter sundresses remaining- that and the nightie I was wearing. Now I'd had enough. I went straight to mom who was feeding the boys at the kitchen table. All of them were naked and as mom was bent over as she placed something on Kyle's plate, she had her ample tits in his face, one of her nipples maybe an inch from his leering mouth. I guess my next words soured whatever sex game they were playing and mom took it badly. "Mom... John and Kyle have been stealing all of my clothes. Every day they took more and more until now there's almost nothing left." I should have known better than to do that, especially in front of my brothers. Mom walked right up to me and smacked me in the face. "Nobody likes a snitch-bitch! Besides, I'm the one who's been taking your clothes, so stop trying to get your brothers in trouble for every little thing," she hissed. Recovering from the slap, I mumbled, "Y-you? But why, mom?" "Because I'm sick and tired of you wearing so many of those old worn out clothes, that's why." "But they weren't worn out. Most of them were from my last foster family. They were like new." "Don't talk back to me. I know old worn out clothes when I see them. They were garbage and so that's right where they went. Anyway, I found one of your old robes in the attic a while back. I washed it and everything. You can wear that until we get you some new clothes," she said. "Now bring me the rest of those nasty old rags of yours so I can throw them out. Including what you're wearing now. I paid good money for that robe back when I got it and I want to see you in it in five minutes. Got it!? It's in the bathroom closet. Go!" she commanded with a stern finger point. Realizing I had falling into one of her traps, I knew it was useless to argue. In a dream-like daze, I collected everything from my dresser drawers and I went to the bathroom closet where mom said the robe was folded. It was light pink, made of a thin material. It looked pretty well used and I barely even remembered it, but I think I wore it when I was 5 and 6 years old. I looked around, but there was no soft belt with it and the loops for one had all been cut off. With a sigh of defeat, I took off what I was wearing and put on the robe. It was tight around the shoulders and so short that it left the bottom of my hairless pussy exposed. Even my tiny frame was too big for this old thing. I tried to stretch it around my waist, but the very best I could do is just barely fold it over itself in a slight crisscross near my bellybutton. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I could plainly see my bare pussy brazenly in full view with the bottom ends of the robe forming a flattering opened curtain. It also made a V at the top of the robe which showed the sides of my baby-tits, and my two popping nipples were poking up from the thin fabric (it wasn't cold, and I remember wondering why they were so erect). I looked it over in the full length bathroom mirror and it didn't even cover up the bottom of my ass. And since it didn't have a belt with it I'd just have to hold it closed where it had the best chance of an over-fold; at my bellybutton. I knew complaining about this would only earn me another smack, so with another sigh, I took the last of my clothes to my mom where she promptly had the boys shred them and throw them away. She even made me thank them for going through so much trouble for me. I could only stand there holding my tiny robe closed as best I could and blush as my brothers grinned at me, scanning me up and down nearly the whole time. They had me right where they wanted me. Not ten minutes later I was sitting on the living room loveseat pouting when John and Kyle came in with confident struts. Still naked, their tiny boners stood up smugly. I tried not to, but I couldn't help watching their young pricks. When they saw me watching I turned away. Mom followed them in (also naked) and sat on the comfy chair that was set cattycorner to the loveseat, where she could easily see us. She propped her feet on the edge of the butt-cushion and spread her knees open widely for us. Meanwhile, the boys squeezed in on both sides of me. Now I was in for it. Shyly, I looked down and attempted to pull my robe around my body more tightly, but I found that sitting had caused the material to bunch up at my butt and back, making it even more difficult if not impossible to keep it closed in the front. I sat forward a bit to try and protect myself from their drooling stares. In doing so, I caught a fleeting glimpse of my mom just before my eyes dropped back down. It was just long enough to see her watching us intently as she openly fiddled with her clit. She picked up the remote controller and flipped on some porn. I guess any pretense about not looking at the porn she gave us to "hold for dad" was over. Then I felt John's hand touch my bare thigh and move upwards towards its inevitable goal, soon followed by Kyle on the other side. My cunt and tummy tingled with such an undesired yet enticing energy, I couldn't help but get horny. Trying to ignore that, I looked to them with pleading eyes. I didn't want this. I'm pretty sure I didn't. When I reach down, using both my hands to try and hold theirs at bay, it allowed my robe to open quite a bit. That made the "block the hands" game even more difficult for me. I felt like I was playing some perverted game where I was the goalie trying to keep my brothers from scoring. But between them, they hand two more hands than I. Then John and Kyle started rubbing and pinching my newly forming tits as well as work on my pussy. The porn they had been looking at had taught them much. Kyle grabbed his side of my robe and violently pulled it opened all the way, causing me to gasp. Then he dropped his mouth over my nipples. "N-no," I pleaded. "Please stop, Kyle..." I was surprised and how insincere my voice sounded. I tried to gain control over my robe again, but I suppose when I gasped out, this called John to wonder why. He quit sucking on my nipples and noticed half of my robe nearly fallen over my shoulder. I guess he like that idea because he then pulled the side of my robe nearest him wide open just before his mouth found its way back to my titties again. I was so exposed and my fighting spirit was fading fast. I felt exhausted from trying to resist. My struggling slowed as my legs drifted apart on their own. But in all fairness I was still chiming out words of resistance, like "No! Stop it! Please don't..." Both of my brothers still had their young fingers all the way up my fuckhole, all of the while their mouths savagely licked, sucked and nipped at my titties. One of them hit my G-spot and I could no longer pretend that I was just enduring this trial of conflict instead of getting hot over it. I leaned back, snapped my head up and involuntarily sucked in a quick wisp of air before I whimpered out a feminine yelp. It felt so fucking good and I lifted my legs up and spread my thighs for my brothers. I must have looked like a frog on its back. In that moment I remember thinking, "I'm such a fucking slut," and for some reason that thought got me off more. I could now hear the loud slurps of my mom finger- fucking her horny cunt as she was really going to town. She talked under her breath in between gasps and panting at us as she fucked herself with a renewed fury. "See, what a little whore... your sister is? Look at her spreading those tight legs out... fucking slut! She's letting her own brothers get her off... fucking whooore!" As if their excessive fondling and worming fingers inside my pussy-hole at the same time wasn't enough, John started licking at my face and mouth like the greeting of an excited dog. Unable to stop myself, I answered his actions with some licking of my own. It was my first kiss and not only was it a French kiss, but it was with my little brother. It felt so kinky and forbidden. It was sloppy and so gross that it made it sexy to me. Then our tongues celebrated their newly discovered game outside of our mouths for all to see as drool dribbled onto my shoulder. Mommy dearest interrupted her own dirty talk with an unreserved moan at this sight. I think she liked that we were following through without her directing our every move. She probably especially liked that I had caved into her world so willingly now. As inexperienced as my brothers were, they were obviously eager to try the things they had seen. If all that porn was supposed to educate those two fuckers; then it did its job. I felt incredible and gradually the final crumbs of my pathetic struggling we gone and I no longer tried to maintain the illusion that I hated all this. Still wildly masturbating and panting, mom said, "Pull her knees up higher, boys... see if our bitch is ready- let me see if that fuck- whore's cunt is as wet as it sounds. Open up her cunny mounds. I want... I want to see that little girl fuckhole of hers." They did and she continued with, "Mmm, I knew it. That slut's ready... ready for a fuck. Look how bad she wants it, boys...look how wet her slutty cunt is." I was so nervous because I didn't know what they were going to do next. Mom had them use every one of their fingers to open my puffy cunny hairless mound but ordered them not to finger it. They opened me up so wide I felt so sexy and exposed as I feebly struggled- but not so much with them, more with myself. I was truly becoming their fuck-whore, eager to be used. Time passed like this as my cunt burned with the desire to be twiddled as I realized that mom knew exactly what she was doing. If I could have humped the air I would have. Finally unable to take it any longer, I couldn't believe what I did next. My hand betrayed me as much as my burning, empty pussy and it drove me mad with lust. Without thinking I whipped my hands to my open slit for a few quick pleasure-rubs and a full clit tickle before I caught myself and stopped. I glanced around hoping no one noticed but I saw a smug grin on my mother's face. She caught it alright. She knew it was driving me crazy and she loved it. I didn't even look at my brothers but I'm sure they were grinning too. As my old self and my new self warred, my eyes instead fell away from her and I balled my little fists up; pressing them down beside me, trying to control the powerful urge to masturbate. "God damned cunt! What a fucking slut!" mom moaned as she continued to fuck herself. "Look at her... the horny cum-slut loves it... suck them baby titties for your slutty sister, boys..." My brothers went back to sucking and licking at my titties, stopping only periodically to look at my open fuckhole or mom frigging herself. For a second I thought to cover my pussy with my hands to restore some inkling of modesty, but I knew I would start fingering myself if I let my hands get anywhere near there so I just kept trying to resist. Like a flash of lightning mom darted from her chair and dug her face right into the hole of my cunny. Her burly tongue whipped about like an out of control fire hose as it entered my widespread pussy. I didn't even try to hide the pleasure it was causing at that moment. I automatically raised my already spread legs and drew them up and back as far as I could manage, giving mom full unhindered access to my pussy as I made sounds of delight that couldn't be misunderstood. No one had ever eaten me out before let alone an experienced woman who knew what she was doing. Fuck it! I could no longer take it and one of my fingers went straight back to my strum on my clit while my other hand went to the back of mom's head, instinctively pulling her in closer. After a few seconds of this, she jerked her head up to mere inches from my face; she spit a cocktail of her saliva and my own juices (mostly into my open mouth) and shouted, "Slut! You're a fucking horny little whore! How can you get off on your brothers and now even your very own mother! You're worthless except for your cunt!" She snorted and spat a second round of spit in my face and open mouth just before she rammed her tongue in my mouth and swirled it around. I felt so high that try as I might, I could not deny the pleasure she was raining down on me. Then she shoved her long finger up inside me and fucked me hard and fast with it. I threw my head back and screamed out, grinding my hips involuntarily with her fast paced rhythm. "Slut!" she yelled again. "If it wasn't for your fuckhole, you'd be nothing! Cunt! You motherfucker! You're a stupid dyke who gets off on her mother finger fucking her... that makes you a cheap whore! You're such a whore you even get off your very own family! You fucking dumbass slut!" Then she spit again and again and slapped me in the face. That wet sting sent me over the speed bump. Whether I liked it or not, I was exploding into a starburst orgasm that I never dreamed possible at the hands of my family or anyone else. I came six more times that night as mom had me get in every position possible and directed my little brothers to fuck the hell out of me. My mom's finger was actually longer and better than either one of my brothers, and she knew how to curl it up just right as she banged me, but their pricks felt really good too. I was directed into doggy style and got face fucked by Kyle's 9 year old cock and ass fucked by John preteen's prick, all the while my mother finger plowed my pussy. And it was all just the beginning. The feeling was so incredible and ironically I felt my submissive side take total domination over my soul. That night it seemed like it was all about me, for better or worse, and it felt like something clicked into place. Especially once I what I came to think of as a sonic orgasm, which was better than ANYTHING I could produce on my own. Those sonic orgasms only happened about every 10 or 12 times, or so I later discovered. After I came down, mom turned backward and bent over so her ass was facing me and ordered me to eat out her cunt and asshole. I obeyed without hesitation, ravaging her just as savagely as she had done me. I guess that's when she officially owned me. After she came and wiped her wet pussy all over my face, she let loose a stream of piss that ran in my mouth and all down my face and chest. As I choked out of surprise, she commanded me in an angry voice to "Drink it, you fucking slut!" As usual, I did as I was told. The boys laughed and upon John's suggestion, the boys also took turns pissing in my face after mom finished, making me to drink it down too. After they finished, mom said the boys could fuck me, as I was now their little fuck-toy. They could do whatever they want to me, whenever they wanted, however they wanted, but they had to swear to never stick anything in my puss bigger than the size of her finger. That meant their dicks were no problem, and believe me they took advantage of that. When Kyle asked why they could use big dildos on me, she only replied that she wanted me good and tight for now. I didn't understand what that was about, but I felt so relaxed and content in that moment that I just didn't care. What was once just a small part of me- my submissive part, was now completely me. It felt as if I had a new personality. I'm sure that mom had worked things the way she had for a reason. It was to get me hooked into becoming a true submissive slut- to be used at their whim, and I was certainly on that road driving at full speed. It worked. Not only was I now a total slut, I was their slut. Sometimes our mother would spend hours telling us about her gangbangs and bestiality adventures with a porno playing in the background until we all got so horny an orgy would gradually evolve. It usually surrounded on abusing me. When spring time peeked around and John turned 11, the "spring cleaning" began and any shred of privacy I had left was gone. She moved all of my stuff into my brothers' room- jewelry, my dresser (even though I had no clothes other than my little girl's robe) a big soft chair, my stuffed animals- everything. Well, everything except my bed, which she said was too big to move. She said she was going to give my room a thorough cleaning. Until then, we'd just have to learn to deal with cramped quarters. I slept (although I was fucked more that I slept) in my brothers' twin bed that they shared every night. I had no privacy at all. Someone was always watching me piss, shit and shower. Not just watch; they usually participated in one way or another. Days turned into weeks and mom had yet to even start the massive cleaning project, always finding one ridiculous excuse or another. That first night was great. I remember it with such crystal clarity. I was getting ready for bed in our room. My brothers and I were standing naked as I unmade our bed. I noticed I was really tingly in my tummy and pussy again. I was really liked it when they watched me so lustfully now. Pretending not to notice as those two fuckers just stared at me while they toyed with their hard, hairless pricks. It got me so damned hot now. What had I become? As we got ready for bed (they were naked I was in my pink security robe) I was acting as if I was trying to decide whether or not to sleep in my robe, taking it on and off mumbling about being too hot or too cold. I was teasing them, but it was like I was running on autopilot. Oops, it slipped to the floor. I'll just bend over here and slowly pick it up, right? This prolonged act proved I had become the slut they all said I was. I couldn't believe I was intentionally egging stuff on, although it's not like I needed to. After John whispered something into Kyle's ear, the boys walked right over to me and began fondling my naked body at the same time. Again, I pretended not to notice even as my breathing hastened and their prepubescent bobbing boners rubbed vigorously up against my legs and ass cheeks as they continually fondled me from new angles. As their fingers worked their way to my juicy slit and asshole, the squishy sounds of my horny twat exposed any pathetic attempts I could have mustered at pretending I didn't want it, so I didn't even try anymore. I just slowly opened my legs about 3 feet and bent my knees slightly. My eyes closed halfway and my breathing sped up more and I surrendered. John grabbed me by the back of the head, balled my hair up in his fist and forced me to bend over my bed. With my ass now in the air, John rubbed his cockhead all the way from my moistening slit up to my asshole. Then he pushed it in my anus. I only allowed a squeak to escape my mouth even as he began to pump my asshole with all of his viral might. Even though his cock was only that of an 11 year old, it irritated my un- lubricated young hole but it still felt good. If I had a choice, I would rather have had it up in my pussy. Little Kyle took care of my mouth. He crawled onto my bed and positioned himself so his little hard 9 year old dick so it was touching my lips and I followed through by opening up and taking him into my mouth. I easily wrapped my tongue around the bottom half like a hotdog bun and I sucked while moving my head about, knowing mom would have approved of my voluntary reaction. I could tell that he liked it because of the moan that escaped his lips. I had heard him moan sexually before, but not quite like this. Maybe the little pervert especially liked that I was now his willing cocksucker slave. Soon things escalated. There was no escaping sex play since at least one of my brothers shadowed me all of the time and would call the other when things got interesting, like when took a shower and used the toilet. They would screw with me every moment they found an opportunity, but the bathroom was reserved for the kinkiest, I think. Or at least that's where the nastiest fuck-games happened. They'd have me spread my legs and fuck me on the toilet or get on my hands and knees in front of it, sticking my face down into the bowl as they fucked me. They'd make me drink the pissy-water like a dog as they did me and would whip my ass with the toilet brush if I stopped even for a moment. Those hard white bristles really hurt. "Drink it, whore," they'd say as they patted me on the head. "Lick it like a good little puppy-bitch." They'd laugh if it caused me to puke and would just keep on fucking me, whether it was with their dicks or the handle of the toilet scrub brush. I took piss- bathes as they fucked me over and over in the shallow urine of the tub. It never ended. As a result I started getting used to it and became less shy each time. That's when their boldness really kicked into high gear. So did my enjoyment of my new found submissiveness. The burning I felt from those incestuous eyes always on me seemed like foreplay to me now and I liked being used and degraded. I would willingly open my legs wider and wider for them as I sat on the toilet or the couch, encouraging them without saying a word. But I didn't stop there. I found myself stooping and bending over unnecessarily slow or with my legs abnormally spread wide as I did day to day things, inviting more of it- craving to be treated like a fuck towel. I let them do whatever they wanted to do to me, but it seemed that no matter what, the boys couldn't hold their immature wads for long- like little rabbits, although they made up for it with their constant youthful stamina. Having seen many pornos, I knew what a grown man's cock looked like and I started wondering what it would be like to get fucked by one of those. I didn't have to wait for long to find out. *** The boys and I were stark raving naked as we fucked around on the couch for hours one night. I lost track of how many time I came, either from their cocks, fingers or mouths. I sucked them off and I now enjoyed it as much as them. They had become the ultimate fuckers and I had become their eager whore. I seldom wore my mini-robe anymore because it seemed so pointless, although sometimes I did it just for some teasing fun. It was late and we thought it strange that mom had gone out to a bar. She never did that. It was around 11:00 PM before she returned and when she did, I understood what she was doing out that night. She was cock-hunting. I guess my brothers' tiny peckers weren't enough for her anymore. She entered with two tall, good looking men, one around 24 or 25 years old and the other looked to be in his early 30's. When she entered through the front door I noticed she had their hard pricks already out of their open zippers and in her hands, leading them along like two prize stallions. She must have had them like that before she even walked up on the porch. My brothers and I looked at those hard, giant things with awe. It was amazing. Like in the porn we watched, they seemed monstrous compared to my brothers. Mom's was still tugging them in, using their pricks like leashes and they were submitting with big grins. One of the men shut the door and mom and her fuck- tools were standing right in front of us. Now being held at their base by mom so we could see all of their glory, their boners were more or less at eye level with us as we stared into them. That's when I realized something. Here were these two strange grown men and I was completely naked and on my back with my legs spread and my glistening immature cunny on display for them all. Before I was converted into a family whore, I would have instinctively covered myself if not run from the room instantly. Not only was my shyness now gone, but as I watched them stare back and forth between my pussy and my tiny titties, I automatically raised my knees raise up even more and they just drifted apart as far as they could go. It really tickled down there as their eyes continued to bob between my tits and cunt like a tennis game. I was already enjoying this situation and I wondered how I could be such a slut now. "Hey kids," greeted mom after she soaked up the scene. "Don't mind us. I'm just going to fuck these two guys at once, right boys?" She wiggled their dicks at us. The younger man nodded as his snaky hands ripped off my mother's blouse, sending buttons flying about randomly. Once her bare tits were exposed to us all, he rubbed them saying, "Hell ya, mama-slut." He sounded funny, like he had been rehearsing that line. The 30-something man said, "Now wait a minute," speaking as if he was reading from a cue card. "I do not know about that. I do not want to fuck you with him at the same time. We're brothers, and that would be like incest or something. And I don't want some cum-filled sloppy seconds either. That's too close to being a fag and I hate faggots." Mom immediately gave an unrealistic shrug, "Oh? Then what will we do? You can't go without it now that you are horny. You might get the blue balls and that's not fair to you." Her wicked eyes shot over to me. Then following mom, everyone else looked at me, including my little brothers. I felt like I was in one of the bad porns we were always watching. "You can use my daughter's fuck-hole if you want," mom continued, "She's just a cock-hound whore anyway. Once you get going she'll probably beg you to fuck her all night." I looked at the man and realized by the look on his face and his aggressive body language, he had no plans to be gentle with me and the size of his hard cock sent fear racing through my nervous system. "Please don't..." I said as pitifully as I could. "It's too big." His dick may as well have been an arm to my tight 12 year old twat. "God damned right it is, slut," the man said. "Boys," said mom to my brothers, "If that teasing sister of yours tries to refuse to fuck... um..." she looked at the man expectantly. "David," he replied. "...David here," she continued, "...then help him to hold her down, will you? We can't have her misbehaving for this nice young man. She has to learn that she can't sit here with her legs spread open, taunting and teasing our guest like that without putting out. It's very rude." I quickly snapped my legs shut, but that would do no good. I was a fuck-rag to them now- nothing more. Fucking the people I grew up with and knew so well was one thing, but this was a total stranger and a grownup at that. I was a bit intimidated. "Open those little legs back up, you stupid bitch before I cut 'em off," commanded my mother, flaring her eyes at me. With a stalling hesitation, I obeyed. "Lift up those knees to your cheeks and spread your thighs out all the way. Open that little pussy open for him. I taught you to be a good host." After I widened my legs and used my hands to open my fuckhole, I could not have been more on display for them. Then David, the man in his 30's, didn't even take off any of his clothes. I guess he didn't need to with his hard cock already bulging out. As anxious as he seemed, I thought he was going to just slam his cock into me and fucked away, but instead he dropped down to his knees and began to savagely lick and slobber all over my opened slit and puckering asshole. I went wild and my pelvis thrashed around on its own as my brothers chuckled at my slutty behavior. Somewhere in my foggy lust, I kept thinking that the man would tell my brothers to hold me down so I'd quit squirming. Actually, I hoped he would. I loved that feeling of restraint now. Instead, I think that my new lover preferred me to flog around wildly like that. The pussy munch out didn't last long enough. When he stopped, my eyes felt glossed over with disappointment. That only lasted long enough for him to slump over my splayed out legs, and still fully clothed he pushed the tip of his cockhead against my tiny, hairless hole as I held it open for him. I was wet as hell and without delay he began thrusting. Not those polite "are-you-able-to-take-my-big-cock" test thrusts, but instant self-gratifying poundings that showed nothing but primal sexual hunger. I cried out in sync with his violent movements as I just tried to mentally keep up with him. I felt so stretched out, as I could tell he was tearing my soft pink tunnel. "You little fuck-whore," said my mom as the groaning man pounded me. "What a god damned little fucker you are! Hold her ankles up higher and slurp those little titty-mounds of hers, boys. Help her be the biggest slut ever," which they did. It was painful but at the same time the pleasure was more than I could have ever imagined. My mind soared as I let go of my cunt mounds so it swallowed as much of his dick as it could and drifting into the emotions I was bearing. Nothing else existed as time melted away for a while. Eventually my eyes drifted over to see my mom standing but bent over beside us, watching me up close as she got fucked from behind by the other man. Both fucks were causing a slapping sound like the applause of some enthusiastically kinky audience. The man who was screwing my mom had his shoes, shirt, pants and boxers bunched up on the couch next to me and mom was also completely naked now. I stared at her swollen tits as they bounced to and fro and I glanced at my brothers, who were still on either side of us- bread for the orgy sandwich. They were madly beating their meat at this perverse sexual edification. I wasn't 100% sure on whether mom was taking it in the pussy or the ass, but she was definitely taking it. The entire time she was enhancing her fuck by calling me every whorish name in the book. She was like a thesaurus of filthy words. Then the man who was fucking my young twat suddenly grunted and pulled out of me, jerked his cock a few continual strokes, and creamed me with his white ball-juice. As the first squirt or two hit my face, he shouted out "Open up, you filthy little cunt!" I did as I was told. I always do as I am told, but since he didn't tell me not to finger myself while I was doing it, that's exactly that I did. He aimed his jetting cum directly into my opened mouth and I took all that hadn't already sprayed on my face. The wicked excitement was too much for me as I came harder than I ever had before. My ringing ears and dizzying vision excluded the room from my reality for a moment and for the following few seconds, I didn't even know where I was. I didn't even know who I was. The first thing I saw and heard when I shifted back into the scene was mom pulling out of the man who was fucking her and telling him to face fuck "the little cum-hole of a slut". His cock was huge. Too thick and long for me to take without getting damaged down there, I'd say. But that didn't stop him from choking me with it. I could still taste the semen of the man who had just fucked me and now my mother's sloppy cunt juices too. I could tell she had been getting fucked in her pussy then. He too pounded me without mercy, diving in as deeply as he could go with each pelvic thrust. I found it harder and harder to catch my breath in between my gags and his piston driving prick. I stopped masturbating and instinctively tried to push him away at his hips to no avail. He seemed to like me doing that a lot judging by the increase in his hammering. That's when I felt who I assumed to be my mother eating my used pussy. As I struggled uselessly against the breath-stealing cock, drumming my fists against his waist, his mouth-banging became shorter and more intense until I couldn't breathe at all anymore and after a few more gasp attempts, I passed out. When I woke up in a flushed coughing daze, Kyle was raping me in my soar pussy and John was actually fucking mom, who was curled up in doggy style beside us on the couch facing me. It took a while for me to breath normally again and it took a few days for my pussy and throat to stop hurting. This didn't worry me too much though. It was overshadowed by my mother's announcement to us kids that those two men were going to move in with us- permanently. I actually shivered with fear when I overheard the man with the giant cock mention he liked to "ass-slam" little girls. You may be wondering what happened once my rapist daddy got paroled a few months later. Well let's just say that he learned to like cock as well as he liked young pussy during his prison time so he didn't have a problem with those guys living with us or the many orgies we all had. He loved to watch mom and I get banged by those two creeps and my brothers almost as much as he liked doing it himself. It was no surprise that she and I got pregnant several times over the next few years. I'm sure my own two daughters will get knocked up when they are able- mom's daughter too, I'm sure. It may even be one of our little boys who will do it. We became one fucked up Brady bunch. I just can't wait until my next baby is born. I hope it's a boy this time so he can fuck me too. With so many good teachers in the family, I'm sure that won't be a problem. Watch for us out there- we've started making internet porn. That was mom's idea. Mother always knows best. END I hope you've enjoyed this. Please check out my other stories on the best site ever; The Kristen Archives. And please don't forget to donate to ASSTR! Nothing is for free. Sincerely, Art S Healing ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 73