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By Phoenix Arrow PhoenixArrow2000@yahoo.com
Mom's (Fm, Ff, incest, oral, objects, humil)
Its kind of embarrassing for me to say this, but my is a little
weird. I mean I love her very much, its just I wish she'd stop putting
things inside....her....but I'm getting ahead of myself.
First let me introduce my family. I am Emilly and am 16. My Brad is 14 while my John is 38. And finally my mother, my beautiful
perverted is Mary and is 34.
So what's wrong with my you say? Well let me give you an
example. All four of us are sitting around the dinner table enjoying a
family meal like every other family. About halfway into we all begin to
notice that the pickle was once on mother's plate has now vanished. None
of us saw her eat it, so there can only be one other explanation. That's
right, my has a pickle shoved up her at the dinner table.
So now you know the problem. My is obcesed with putting things
in her. What ever is it, as long as it can fit, she'll try to put in
We've even tried to stop her on a number of occasions, but her need is
so great that we've all given up. So now we just sit around the table,
chatting like normal while we faintly hear in the background the squishy
noises of pumping the pickle in and out.
Another instance of my perverted is me and Brad's toys. Its not
uncommon for me to have a barbie doll missing. And since my doesn't
wear panties, when she bends over I can notice two little feet sticking out
between those lips. And my brother's army toys have probable spent more
time in my mother's trenches and then actual ones.
Even though we've gotten used to it, its still embarrassing when my
friends are around. Like when comes to pick me up, I can tell through
her window that she's plugging 3 or 4 fingers into her hole. And if a
friend comes in the car, I make sure she sits behind my so she can't
see the hairbrush put in her from my purse, with the handle
We no longer eat at fast food places anymore. Every time we would order
french fries she would insert a few into her soggy microwave.
I'm sure all this is very humiliating for her. She does these things
not because she wants to, but because she needs to. She can't help it.
Its a craving that needs to be fulfilled. She's even gone as far as to ask
us to help satisfy her.
As I said, I love my very much, but there is no way I'm ever
going to help with something like that. Sometimes when no one else is
around the house she'll really beg me. So I'll take one of her high heels
and shove it up her cunt. She squirms in relief and embarrassment and then
I make her take over.
My on the other hand is a different story. He resisted helping
mom at first, but his curiosity and hornyness got the better of him and now
he takes advantage of the situation. He has no problem shoving his fingers
into while she's bent over his bed begging for relief. So desperate
she is, she doesn't even stop him from pinching her clit for his amusement,
even though he knows it hurts.
Even though dad and I have tried to get him to calm down, he's taken it
to the next level. When a bully started to bother him in school, he
offered mom's in exchange for leaving him alone. The bully accepted.
So later that day Brad and the bully arrived at our house to find in
the back yard trying to put the water hose inside her. When told of the
deal, she tried to refuse at first, but one sight of the 15 year olds large
cock and she was on the grass with her legs spread wide.
Needless to say, Brad has gotten a few more bullies since, but most of
them don't use her anymore, its a little too wide for them. So
usually the bully will be sitting on her bed while my is on her
knees bobbing her head up and down their dicks while humping the corn on
the cob between her legs.
It really is a shame, my truly is a beautiful woman. She could
have been a model. She has long sexy brunet hair, still firm 'C' cup
breasts, and athletic yet slender long legs. She could have been with a body like that. Instead she's on her knees fucking corn while
giving blowjobs to her son's bullies. Tisk tisk tisk. What a shame.
I'll never be like her. I have too much respect for myself. I to am
beautiful like my mother, with large developing and a slim body,
but the only thing that I will be putting in my is my one true
love's penis not hoses, corn, brushes, or anything else you can think of
Though its going to be tough to find my one true love with my around. I mean how do I explain to a boyfriend why my is fucking
herself silly on my bedpost?
That's another one of her favorites, fucking my bedpost. I guess its
the size that appeals to her.
She's even started coming in the middle of the night to use it. I used
to just go back to sleep, but lately I've been watching her. I just lay
there and watch as large wood goes in and out, with awe that something so
big can fit in her. Sometimes we'll even stare at each other, its weird.
Then one day I was sitting in my room doing my homework when I heard
some whimpering coming from my mother's room. I knew one of the bullies
was in there but it was a whimpering of discomfort, not pleasure. Worried
I walked out of my room, past dad watching in the living room and peeked
into my parent's bedroom.
There was doing her regular task on her knees. But instead of
plugging her with something, her hands were cruelly being held above
her head by the bully. The Bastard was torturing her, denying her the
ability to satisfy herself. Mom's ass wiggled desperately for relief as
she dutifully bob her head up and down his tool.
By now she was starting to cry as her frustration grew. I was getting
very upset at the bully but even more sad for mom. She had a look of
complete agony on her face.
With out thinking I grabbed an empty coke bottle off the table, dropped
behind mom, and plunged it into her pussy. She paused her and gave
a loud gasp of relief. The bully quickly slapped her face and she
Though finally had something inside her, she again became frustrated
when she couldn't fuck herself with it. So I grabbed the base of the
bottle and began pushing it in and out. Soon she was fucking back and we
began a rhythm. Within no time she was going wild, continuously moaning on
the boy's cock.
The bully must have gotten the of his life because he blew his
load within with in moments. As he came he pulled out and sprayed all over
mom's face. After a moment he got up and left, but was still going. I
was beginning to realize that mom's hands weren't being held any more yet
she wasn't taking over. I increased my tempo to make her climax faster.
Suddenly I lost my grip on the bottle and the whole thing slipped in.
She howled loudly and began to shake and buck wildly as she exploded in
orgasm. As she lay bent over the bed I tried to get the bottle out of her
dilated pussy, but it was so slippery and wet that it was stuck.
I looked up to mom's face and noticed her looking at me with a glowing
smile. Suddenly she sat up, gently took hold of my face and kissed me. I
was frozen in shock as my own french kissed me. I could feel the
cum from the bully collecting around my nose and lips as my tongue filled
with the salty taste.
I instantly became revolted and enraged. I didn't want this. I was
only helping my so she wouldn't suffer and now she was kissing me,
with the bully's no less.
I angrily pushed her away and stormed out into the living room and sat
down next to my on the couch who was also watching with my dad.
I sat there fuming. How could she betray my trust like this. I was mad.
So mad that I didn't even notice my raising my skirt.
Within a moment I looked down to see my skirt bunched up around my waist
and my 14 year brothers hand on my left inner thigh. As he started
sliding his hand up I should have been outraged. I should have slapped him
across the face. But the truth is I didn't care. After betrayed me
like that I just didn't care about anything.
Soon Brad had pushed my to the side and was sliding his fingers
up and down my lips. I continued to blankly stare at his hand as he pushed
two fingers into me. Soon he was pressing against my maiden head and he
paused, seemingly expecting me to stop him. Until a few moments ago I had
been so proud of the fact that my one true love would be the one to take my
virginity. But now, as I pushed my hips forward, I knew what my destiny
We are all sitting around the dinner table, with a fabulous meal
prepared as we all converse in chit chat. However within a few minutes,
the notice the absence of the pickles that once had a place on the
women's plates. That's right, and both have a pickle in
I wish I could say it wasn't true, but it is. I am now just like my
mother, always putting things inside my pussy. In school I always have an
eraser or large marker in me. And when we both go to the mall, if you
happen to be behind us when we go up the escalator, you just may see the
two barbie doll feet sticking out through our lips.
At home when fucks herself silly on my bedpost, I'm right beside her
on the other one. But don't think that none of this has gone unnoticed by
Brad. He now offers my to the bullies instead of mom's. As I said I
just don't care about anything any more. So while I lay naked on my bed
and get fucked, sits at my desk and watches as she masturbates with the
corn that's in her pussy.
Even though I said I don't care much any more, I still get a little
embarrassed when comes to pick me up from a friends house. Not because
my friend will see what my is doing, but because my will hand the
keys over to my friend. And as my friend drives my mom's car, she'll
occasionally look in the rear view mirror and laugh at the and
daughter who are sitting in the back and fucking their pussies with
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PhoenixArrow2000@yahoo.com Your encouragements keep me going :)
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