textfiles/sex/EROTICA/B/brownose.txt

                            (mf, teen, pedo, incest)

                                 "Brown Nosing"
                                By: Phil Phantom

      We had just dropped our three kids off at a local theater and pulled away
from the curb.  Frank was in great spirits and hadn't stopped talking since he
got the news.  The job that saved our home was his, at least for a three month
probationary period. The pay was nearly double what he expected, and he felt
confident of landing a permanent position.

      I was relieved, even happy, but I'd been in a silent stew since leaving
Blake Stone's office.  As soon as the kids were out of earshot, I turned
abruptly to Frank and shouted, "Do you know what that son-of-a-bitch had the
nerve to do?"

      Frank's dream balloon appeared ready to burst.  He said, "Honey, what
could he have done?  I was only out of the office five minutes; besides, the
kids were right there with you the whole time."

      "Frank, it wasn't me he did anything to.  That bastard fondled Sherry.
He pulled her up on his lap and fondled her right in front of me."

      "Honey, calm down.  Just what are you calling fondling?  I saw her on his
lap when I came back.  She looked fine to me."

      I scooted up next to Frank and grabbed his right hand.  I brought it up
under my skirt, clear to the tops of my thighs, and said, "What do you call
this?"

      He smiled a devilish grin and rubbed my inner thigh, saying, "I call it
my lucky day."  I knew right away that placing his hand near my vagina was a
mistake.  He was in far to good of spirit not to take advantage of my one major
weakness: I have never been able to say no once my pussy gets stimulated.  He
said, "Honey, I know he never put his hand this far up a twelve-year-old's
leg."

      "This is where he started."  I jammed his hand between my legs, saying,
"This is where it was most of the time.  Don't tell me I didn't see it, either.
I was sitting three feet from him, and he was facing me with her legs
straddling his."  Frank's hand cupped my sex, pressing along my wet slit with
his middle finger. In a much quieter tone, I said, "Frank.  What are you doing?
Didn't you hear me?  Your new boss did this to our little girl.  Pete and Sandy
saw it too.  He was leering at me the whole time, challenging me to say
something."

      "But you didn't, right."

      "No!  I was too stunned.  He did it to show me he could do it and get
away with it.  It was like he was saying, "How badly do you want this job?"

      "And your silence told him.  I'm not that surprised.  They way you begged
and pleaded for my job, I thought you were about to drop to your knees and go
for his zipper.  He didn't need to know how desperate we were."

      Frank began fondling my pussy.  I said, "Frank, stop doing that. This is
serious."

      "No, I want to determine exactly what he did.  Is this all he did, hold
his hand between her legs?"

      "No, and I could see everything.  Her skirt was bunched up in her lap.
We all had a clear view of his meaty fingers squeezing her vagina."

      "Like this?"  Frank's hand palmed the full plane of my sex and gave a big
squeeze, repeating it several times in succession.

      I slumped back in the seat as he asked,  "Is this all he did?"

      "No, he drew his middle finger up her cleft, pushing the crotch of her
panties between her lips."

      "Like this?"

      "Yes!      He did that for quite a while, stroking, stroking, pushing
deeper.  Yes! Yes! Like that."

      "And did Sherry's panties get wet like yours are?"

      "Yes, they were sopping wet.  You could see right through them. We could
see her lips mold around his finger as he stroked her pussy."

      "Her pussy, huh?"

      "Yes, her pussy.  A vagina that starts drooling is a pussy, a cunt, a
twat."

      "And Sherry had a pussy."  I bit my lower lip and just nodded. "Okay, did
he do anything else?"

      "Yes, he slipped his index finger under the leg-band of her panties, and
we saw it dip between her lips."

      "Like this?"

      "Yes, he hooked his finger inside her little hole, Frank.  Yes, he did
that, just pulled and distorted it, occasionally running up to her little clit
and rubbing it.  Yes, Oh God, yes!"

      "And of course, you said nothing."

      "No!  I watched.  I was mesmerized until Pete placed his hand on my leg,
just above my knee, staring at his sister's crotch the whole time.  Frank, he
was so bold.  He's never touched me like that before.  He kept squeezing and
rubbing, slowly inching up, pushing my skirt up.  Mr. Stone was staring at
Pete's hand and smiling.  He could probably see my panties.  Pete managed to
get his hand way down on the inside of my thigh, not three inches from my
panties."

      "Your wet panties?"

      "Fuck, yes, they were wet!  I had to place my hand on Pete's to get him
to ease up."

      "You didn't take his hand away?"

      "No, I was so confused.  I only knew I had to stop him from going any
further.  Poor Sandy didn't know who to watch.  Her eyes darted from my leg to
Sherry's pussy and back..  For a fifteen-year-old honor student and born-again
Christian, she took it all rather well."

      "Did Pete stop?"

      "He didn't stop kneading and squeezing, but he stopped advancing on my
crotch. That is, until Mr. Stone reached over with his other hand and ripped
the crotch out of Sherry's panties.  When he did that and exposed Sherry's
hairless, wet, pink slit, Pete squeezed so hard it hurt.  When Stone started
jabbing his stubby finger in and out of her hole real fast, and Sherry drew her
legs up and laid her knees out, Pete made a grab for my twat.  I clamped my
legs together on his hand and held his wrist.  His fingers were clawing at my
crotch, driving me mad.  Sandy just sat there with her mouth open."

      Frank mimicked the story's action by rapidly finger-fucking me. I cried
out, "Oh, yes, honey!  Do that harder.  Make me cum, sweetheart.  You should
have seen your little girl; she was shameless.  Yes, yes!"

      I shuddered out a terrific climax, then collapsed my head on Frank's
shoulder.  I took a few minutes to catch my breath as Frank continued to toy
lazily with my pussy.  I turned dreamy eyes up to him and said, "I really blew
it, Frank.  I should have said something.  What will those kids think of me
now?  Pete felt my vagina.  I couldn't help it.  You know how I get when you
touch me there.  I didn't do much resisting."

      "Are you saying he penetrated you?"

      "Well, yes, I wasn't quite as brazen as Sherry, but we were both getting
the same treatment and staring at each other's crotches as it was happening.  I
hate to admit this, but we came about the same time, too.  I tried to hold it
in, but you know how successful I am at that.  How do I go back to being his
mom after letting him finger fuck me?"

      "Well, I can imagine what Pete thinks.  He probably thinks you're
wonderful, the best mom on Earth.  Not many moms let a boy do that."

      "I can see why.  It could easily become habit forming.  I'll bet Sandy
thinks I'm some kind of slut.  I don't even want to think about what Sherry
thinks.  They're probably in that theater talking about me right now."

      "I couldn't blame them.  I doubt they think any the worse about you,
though.  They knew what a bind we were in.  Hell, they probably think you're a
hero for landing me this job.  Now that I know what went down, it's plain that
you did.  I'm not qualified for this job and you know it."

      "You know what that means.  This won't be the last time.  What happens
when he tries to fondle Sandy.  I can't see Sandy being as complacent as
Sherry.  He picked the right one."

      "Yeah, I'll bet she just melted in his arms from the get-go."

      "Frank, she did.  That girl amazes me.  She had no qualms about having
his hands between her legs, and seemed to enjoy having us looking on."

      "I told you that she was the one to watch, not Sandy.  Sandy will still
be a virgin three years after Sherry starts pulling trains."

      "Don't talk like that about our baby, Frank.  She's just a little
precocious, that's all.  It's Pete that worries me.  This scene affected him
deeply.  It changed him some how.  Can you imagine grabbing your mother between
her legs?"

      "Well, it was a rather bizarre circumstance.  I can't see him simply
walking up to you and shoving his fingers up your pussy."

      "I'm not so sure, Frank.  By remaining silent, I sent him some sort of
message I never intended to send."

      "I'll talk to the boy."

      "No, don't say anything.  I'm curious to see how he acts towards me now."

      "Suit yourself.  I'll stay out of it.  So, what do we do about the job?"

      "I don't know.  What can we do?"

      "All I need is a few paychecks, Bonnie."

      "Well, you can bet I'm not bringing those kids anywhere near that
office."

                                     * * *

      It was my idea to return to the theater alone to pick up the kids.  I
wanted time alone with them, time to talk things out, set them straight.  I had
the best of intentions and a well-rehearsed speech.  When Pete climbed into the
front seat and scooted up close, I froze.  Sandy sat by the front passenger
window and Sherry had the back seat to herself.  She talked non-stop about the
movie. I waited for an opening to speak.  Just as I formed the words, Pete's
left hand dropped on my lap, taking my breath away.  My whole body burned when
I felt the light touch of his fingers on my bare leg, just beyond the hem of my
skirt.  I could feel Sandy's eyes slyly keeping an eye on Pete's hand.  Sherry
hung over the seat back leaning over my right shoulder.  With her head next to
mine, she kept talking, but her focus was on her brother's hand the whole time.

      I tried hard to concentrate on my driving, trying to ignore the weight of
his hand as it fell further between my thighs with every pedal movement.  He
managed to get his fingertips on bare inner thigh flesh midway between my
crotch and my knee.  I gathered my courage to put an end to the charade, but
each time, delayed doing anything.  All the while, Pete teased my sensitive
skin with tiny circular motions of his fingertips and nails.

      Had the three of them conspired to do this, I wondered.  Had they
discussed a plan?  Did Sherry dare her brother to try it? Sandy was conspicuous
by her silence.  Normally the first to point out someone else's wrongs, she sat
in silence, watching.  And Sherry, never one to be shy or let an indiscretion
go without comment, seemed to be going out of her way to distract me.  Working
over those bizarre possibilities did more to distract me than Sherry's non-stop
monologue.  They appeared to be working in concert.

      I began to entertain the possibility of doing nothing and saying nothing.
I weighed the possible outcomes.  I imagined driving home with Pete's fingers
in my pussy while Sandy and Sherry watched.  I fought this idea.  My horny
pussy applauded the idea and my legs joined the rebellion.  They relaxed of
their own accord.  As my knees fell out a few inches, Pete took it as a sign of
partial surrender.  He shifted position and changed to his right hand.  His
hand turned up towards my pussy and crept up my inner thigh by several inches.
If there was ever a time to call a halt, that was it.  Part of my mind screamed
for action, but a stronger part forced me to inaction.  By this time most of my
body parts were in the rebel camp.  Sweat beaded on my brow as his fingers
neared my pounding vagina.  My rational mind felt trapped in a body determined
to commit an outrage against natural morality and decency.

      My traitorous legs gave another few inches and inspired Pete to turn onto
his side to face me.  He did not look into my face but stared at his own hand,
fascinated at its proximity to my crotch. My skirt was bunched up at the
crotch, exposing most of my legs. Sherry had stopped talking and Sandy sat
forward to peer around Pete.

      I nervously guided the car away from any others, keeping a close eye out
for trucks and vans that could look down into the car. When Sherry stopped
talking, I made a decision to allow Pete to do whatever he had planned.  I
turned off of the well-traveled route, taking a longer way, going slow.  Pete
took this as a sign of my total surrender and cupped his hand over my pussy,
making me stiffen and draw a deep breath.  He squeezed and molded the wet
fleshy lips as Sherry climbed forward, half-hanging over my shoulder.  I
focused my attention on driving, having to lean left to see around Sherry.
Pete worked his fingers under the leg-band and insinuated two into my moist
cleft, seeking my hole.  He found it waiting and eased inside, bringing a deep
flush to my cheeks.

      I glanced over to Sandy and noted her obvious interest, surprised not to
see a look of scorn or condemnation.  Sherry broke the tense silence, saying,
"I can't see."  She reached down and gathered the skirt above my waist,
completely exposing my pink panties and an inch of bare midriff.  Pete pushed
at the crotch material with little success.  He then tried pulling the waist
band below crotch level, but that failed to produce satisfactory results.  In
frustration, he grasped the waistband in both hands near my hip bones and
tugged, moving the panties lower all around. Frustrated, as they were blocked
by my weight sitting on the material, he pulled hard, fighting to uncover my
loins.  In a bold, impulsive decision, I brought my knees together and lifted
my ass free of the seat.  Pete deftly worked the panties down off my ass and
slid them down my legs to below the knees.  I pulled my left leg free, letting
the panties slide down my right.

      With Sherry still holding my skirt up, I was naked from the waist down.
Pete went back to playing with my pussy with much more freedom of movement.  He
used his left hand to part my lips and his right to explore.  I basked in the
wickedness of it all  and glanced over to Sandy.  Sandy had a glazed look of
perverse fascination which relieved me of my worst fear: her condemnation.

      At this point, I gave myself over to the full enjoyment of Pete's
assault.  He grew more aggressive and confident.  He shoved my left knee out to
the door.  My cunt yawned open, obscenely and he inserted three fingers in my
hole.  Sherry eased lower and reached her tiny hand into my crotch, competing
with Pete's.  A verbal battle ensued as each claimed their rights and their
turn. Having my kids fight over my pussy was by far the most bizarre sensation
I'd ever experienced.  The fight demanded parental mediation, but I was lost in
the moment.

      Since first getting in the car, no one acknowledged me directly. They
treated me as though I were a toy, an object, or a woman under a spell.  I knew
that speaking out, saying anything, would break that delicious spell.  I
glanced right and observed Sherry's bare left thigh near my cheek, her ass
sticking up over the seat back. My pussy loved being fought over.

      Sandy surprised me by jumping into my parental role.  She reached back
and slapped Sherry hard on the back of her right thigh, shouting, "Back off,
Sherry.  This was Pete's idea.  Leave him alone."

      Sherry did back off, easing up and standing on the back floor, still
peering over while rubbing her thigh.  We have a firm rule about hitting, and
under normal circumstances, Sandy's smack would have brought Sherry screaming
to me for justice.  I awaited the cry.  She protested, "I'm telling Dad that
you hit me."

      Sandy said, "Go ahead, and I'll tell him why."

      Sherry cried, "It's not fair.  Why can't I have a turn?"

      Pete said, "Because it's mine, that's why."

      My heart leapt in my chest.  I could not believe his bold declaration.  A
heavy silence ensued as they seemed to be waiting for me to challenge his
claim.  I had no intention of reclaiming my traitorous vagina.  It had waved
the white flag miles past.  I sat passively while Pete crudely finger-fucked
me.  He brought me to a fantastic climax, three blocks from home.  Nothing was
said about the way I ground my cunt on his fingers and moaned out my release.
As I pulled into the garage, Pete withdrew his hand and adjusted my skirts.
After turning off the ignition, Pete reached down and removed my panties from
my right ankle.  He stuffed them into his jeans.

      He came around and held my door for me.  I led the way into the house.  I
took two steps and Pete ran his hand up the back of my leg, cupping my bare ass
cheek posessively.  I proceeded naturally as the hand squeezed my undulating
haunches.  Just as I crossed the threshold, Pete used both hands to hold by
skirt high, exposing my bare ass to his sisters.  I ignored their giggles and
continued forward.  Pete kept my skirt up with one hand in the small of my
back.  He used the other to pry at my cheeks, exposing my anus.

      I had a decision to make as I neared rounding the corner into the dining
room.  I'd left Frank to study work papers and knew he'd still be hard at work
at the dining table.  I could either wrest control from Pete, or let him risk
his father's possible wrath.  I decided to let Pete handle it (no pun
intended).  As I passed into view, Pete let go.  My skirt fell into place, and
the four of us trooped in as though nothing had occurred.

      While the kids excitedly told him about the movie, I headed for my
bathroom.  I sat locked in my sanctuary for almost an hour, pondering my
situation.  I resolved to end the obscene game at some point, but was in no
hurry.  I drew imaginary limits, telling myself that if he tried such-and-such,
I'd do so-and-so.  Even while setting these limits, I questioned my resolve.
Would he press his claim to the ultimate?  Would he try it in private, or did
he like showing off for his sisters?  I wondered if he'd begin on my breasts.
Would he strip me naked?  Should I even bother putting on panties?  Should I
tell Frank what was happening?

      All of these things weighed heavily on my mind.  In the end, I resolved
not to tell Frank and to go about my business as usual. I also resolved to
honor Pete's claim.  For the remainder of the evening, Pete took advantage of
every opportunity to re-stake his claim.  Whenever out of Frank's sight, he
rudely assaulted me. Sherry and Sandy hovered in the background.  I offered no
resistance to his groping hands and allowed him to remove my fresh panties and
to place me in any position he pleased.  I can't tell you how excited I was the
first time he pushed my back to the wall, yanked my panties down and off, and
exposed my tits.  I stood passively accepting his breast mauling while Sherry
and Sandy looked on with smiling approval from a few feet away.

      It was apparent that Pete intended to take his claim to the ultimate
conclusion and do so with an audience.  Having his sisters see everything he
did to me obviously turned him on.  I sank deeper and deeper under his
mysterious spell and knew that I'd willingly grant him this ultimate surrender,
even with my girls watching. The following morning, I arose early and primped
for him.  I shaved my pussy lips, washed and perfumed it.  I fixed my hair and
make-up and wore a sexy dress without bra or panties.  With my highest high
heels, I looked stunning.  Frank noticed and made a crack about me going off to
meet a secret lover.  I smiled demurely.  On the way out the door, he gave me a
passionate kiss and rubbed my ass.  He detected no panty line and reached under
my skirt.  His hand went between my legs and discovered my naked labia lips and
my exceedingly wet pussy.  He leaned back to look me in the face.  I smiled
back with guilt written in bold red letters.

      A smile broke over his face and he said, "Has Pete been behaving
himself?"

      I resolved to come clean with Frank, but there wasn't time to bring him
up to date.  I simply smiled and said, "No, he's been a very bad boy."

      Frank smiled broadly and said, "Well, I'm not getting in the middle of
this.  You'll just have to handle it as you think best."

      I smiled and said, "Thank you, sweetheart.  I want to handle Pete by
myself."  Frank smiled and eased out the door.  I closed it behind him feeling
like the luckiest and nastiest woman on Earth.

      I prepared breakfast as the kids emerged one by one.  Sandy came out
first and looked me over, saying, "Wow, Mom!  You look great. Going somewhere?"

      "No, I just like looking my best."

      While I turned eggs in the skillet, Sherry walked in and stood at my left
side.  She wasn't there five seconds when I felt her hand creep up my inner
thigh.  I froze stiffly as her hand converged on my shaved pussy.  Sandy
slapped her hand away just before it discovered my coif.  Sandy said sternly,
"Don't touch. You know what Pete said."

      Sherry fired back while rubbing her arm, "Pete doesn't care if I touch it
when he isn't using it."

      "He does too.  Touch it again and I'm telling."

      My heart beat a steady tattoo.  I loved the way they talked about me, not
to me.  I loved hearing how Pete enforced his claim. I forced my attention to
breakfast preparation and eagerly awaited Pete's arrival.  He came out minutes
later and studied me with hungry eyes.  Sherry and Sandy made way for him.
Sherry pleaded, "Pete, you don't care if I play with Mom when you aren't using
her, do you."

      I wanted to hug that little doll.  She could not have phrased that better
if she had known what she was doing.  Any anxiety I felt quickly drained away.
I waited eagerly for Pete to begin using me.  He wasted no time and came up
behind me.  His hands traveled up the outside of my thighs, pulling his crotch
into my buttocks.  He wore only thin PJ bottoms, so his erection was apparent
and felt delicious, nestled between my lower cheeks. He stands an inch less
them me, so we made a good fit.  His hands came around my lower front and
dipped between my legs.  The fingers delved between my legs and he discovered
my denuded pussy lips.  He signaled his approval by lunging his loins against
my ass, jarring my whole body.  His hands moved up my front, under the dress,
and cupped my tits.  He squeezed and molded them, rolling my nipples between
thumb and forefingers.  I swooned in his lewd embrace, arching my back,
thrusting out my chest, and presenting my heated loins to his obscene grinding
pelvis, oblivious to my daughters who stood looking on at my sluttish behavior.

      Pete brought his hands to the back of my dress.  He dragged the long
zipper down.  The dress hung limply.  He pushed the sleeves off my shoulders
and easily worked it down to my feet.  I stepped free, naked in my heels.  Pete
turned me to face the girls and held out my hand as though making a
presentation.      None of my kids had ever seen me completely naked.  Their
eyes roamed my body, making me feel totally decadent and wicked.  Sherry
dropped to her knees at my feet and peered up into my crotch, crying out, "Hey,
Mom shaved her pussy for you, Pete.  I think she wants you to fuck her. Are you
going to fuck her?"

      I knew I could count on Sherry to say something to humiliate me. I could
have kissed her.  If Pete hadn't been thinking along those lines, my silence in
the face of her analysis forced the issue. Pete proudly said, "Maybe after
breakfast, if she's lucky.  Right now, I'm hungry."  He released my hand and I
took that as a cue to finish breakfast.

      I cooked and set the table in the nude while my kids watched my every
move.  They sat around our oblong table as I dished out the meal.  Pete ran his
hands freely over my body whenever it was within reach.  He pulled my chair
alongside his.  Sherry brought hers up on the other side of mine.  I sat
sandwiched between them, the three of us sitting across from Sandy.  Pete
lifted my left leg and laid it across his lap.  After getting a nod from Pete,
Sherry took my right and laid it over hers.  In this lewd position, with their
hands diddling my pussy, I tried to eat.

      I sat up straight with my chest thrust out, proudly displaying my 36'Ds'.
Pete dipped his bread in runny yoke and painted it on my left breast.  I cupped
my hand under my tit mound, offering it up to this lewd attention.  My nipples
ached with need.  Pete licked my tit and sucked my nipple.  Sherry asked, "Can
I?"

      He nodded and Sherry did the same on my right tit.  Together, they lapped
and sucked my tits.  My passions were at a peak.  My eyes could barely focus on
Sandy, but she looked shocked yet intrigued.

      After the meal, Pete moved me to the living room.  Sherry and Sandy
gathered around as he made me kneel before him.  He exposed his six-inch cock
and waved it in my face.  My hungry eyes followed it as it neared my lips.  He
pressed it to my parting mouth and I sucked him in.  He fucked my face and came
in my mouth.  I sucked and swallowed.

      We took a brief intermission.

      Pete turned me over to Sherry after placing me on my back with my knees
drawn up and laid out. My darling daughter had herself a ball, driving me to
ecstasy. After ten minutes, Pete hovered over my loins, naked, and displaying
his new erection.  Sherry scooted clear as Pete descended between my legs.  He
pressed his cock to my wet opening, paused for dramatic effect, then entered me
to the hilt in one lunge.  My daughters got on their knees along both sides and
observed from close-up the fucking of their mother by their brother, and their
mother's shameless response.  After he emptied his balls in my sex-starved
pussy, there was no question that I was his whore.  He, in fact, put it to me
that way.  I nodded my acceptance.  Since that morning, I have denied him
nothing, and he has taken everything.

      Frank was elated at the news and insisted I relate every detail to him.
Though Pete had to keep a low profile when Frank was home, Frank wasn't home
that much.  Three days after securing the new job, Frank worked late then went
out for drinks with Mr. Stone. They came by the house shortly after midnight,
slightly crocked. It was a school night and the kids were in bed.  I served
beer and we sat around the table.  Blake Stone kept giving me knowing looks. I
found it difficult to maintain eye contact with him.  He hinted constantly that
Frank may have a bright future with the company. Frank was on top of the world.

      After thirty minutes of idle conversation, Blake asked to use the
bathroom.  I pointed down the long hallway and said, "All the way to the end
and right."

      I watched him stagger down the hall.  Frank and I exchanged smiles.  We
thought we had it made.  Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Blake
returning.  Curiously, he opened every door and peeked in on his way toward us.
When he came to the girl's room, I nudged Frank and said, "Honey, he's looking
in the girl's room. Honey!  He just went into the girl's room!"

      Frank turned to look but only saw a closed door.  Seconds later, light
filtered under that door.  I took Frank's hand and cried, "Frank, do
something."

      "What?"

      "You can't leave him in there."

      "Honey, you heard what he said.  I could blow this job."

      "Frank, he may be raping one of our daughters right this minute."

      "If anything, he's just fooling around with Sherry.  He can't hurt her.
What ever he does, she'll love it.  I'm not risking this job to save her
modesty or virtue, neither of which she ever had to start with."

      We sat in silence, listening.  We heard no screams, but five minutes into
his entrance, we heard noise such as would be made by a heavy person on a
child's bed.  I hung my head in my hands and thought the worst, wondering why
Sandy hadn't come screaming from the room.  Blake was in their room for almost
thirty minutes.  He emerged with his shirt open, his tails out, his fly down,
and belting his belt.  I watched him dress there in the hall and return to the
table with a shit-eating grin.  He took a long swallow of beer, patted me and
Frank on the back and said, "You folks are very hospitable, my kind of people,
company people.  I think you two have a bright future with us."

      He grabbed his things and left, leaving us speechless.  We watched the
door to the girl's room, expecting one or both to come crying to us.  We were
both in a high state of anxiety, just waiting.  After ten minutes, I couldn't
take anymore.  The light was still on, and the door was partially open.  I
eased up on it and peeked in through the crack.  What I saw nearly made me
shit. Sandy was tied naked, spread-eagled to her four-poster bed with two
pillows under her ass.  She had her panties stuffed in her mouth and pantyhose
secured her arms and legs.  Sherry knelt on her Sandy's bed by her hip and
amused herself by dipping her fingers in the mess oozing from her sister's
fresh-fucked pussy.  I watched her smear those juices over Sandy's breasts as
Sandy struggled futily.

      I backed away and went for Frank.  Frank eased up and took in the
astonishing sight.  We watched for several minutes, then returned to the dining
room.  I said, "Christ, Frank, can you believe the nerve of that guy.  He just
raped our daughter."

      "His nerve, what about Sherry's.  She seems quite pleased by the deal."

      "Sandy's going to kill her when she gets untied."

      "Not if we leave her alone for a while."

      "Frank, you're not suggesting we let Sherry keep doing that."

      "Come on, Bonnie.  What's the harm?"

      I smiled.  We went back and watched.  Sherry never looked our way and was
having herself a ball at Sandy's expense.  Sandy stopped her struggles after a
while, giving herself over to her lewd sister's fondling.  After a few minutes,
her hips seemed to welcome the abuse.  They met Sherry's fingers.  We waited
until Sherry induced an orgasm in Sandy, then made our presence known. I made
Sherry get down, then started untying Sandy's bindings. Frank did her feet,
looking between her legs the whole time.  I released her hands and removed the
gag.  Sandy said, "Mom, Mr. Blake raped me."

      I said, "Yes, we know dear."  I cleaned her, tucked her in, kissed her
forehead, and went to Sherry.

      I tucked Sherry in and kissed her smiling face.  She looked into my eyes
and said, "He raped her good, Mom."      I smiled and turned out the light.

      Blake returned the following night shortly after one AM.  Frank let him
in.  He went right to the girl's room.  Frank returned to our bed and informed
me that Blake was at it again.  We listened for ten minutes, got turned on, and
screwed for the next ten. Blake let himself out after two-thirty.  I went in to
comfort Sandy and found Sherry bound, gagged, and leaking semen from her cunt.
Sandy stood over her smiling down, but refusing to assist in freeing her.  I
tucked my little darlings in and turned out the light.

      This went on for over a week.  Blake only missed two nights. One night he
arrived early with two out-of-town businessmen in tow.  I set beers before them
as Blake excused himself and went down the hall.  Frank and I sat
uncomfortably, carrying on small talk with our uninvited guests.  After twenty
minutes, Blake returned carrying his shirt.  He motioned the first man to the
girl's door. We watched him go in.  He returned thirty minutes later and the
second man made the trip.  When they left, I had two girls to untie and a
terrible mess to clean up.

      From then on, Blake was rarely alone.  Sometimes five men waited their
turns while I served beer and sandwiches.  At Blake's suggestion, I wore only
panties and heels.  I was the warm-up act for my daughters.  I had to tolerate
their groping hands and lewd conversation.  By the time they left, I'd be a
raving, horny, mass of female flesh.  I began stopping off at Pete's room and
waking him with a surprise blow job that usually ended in a fuck.  Before long
I was staying with Pete all night.  Pete found this wildly exciting and began
treating me like his whore even in the presence of his father.  Frank, far from
acting put out, loves the arrangement.  He concentrates on his work, and I take
care of the home front.  We have become a company family with a bright future.
  
                                    The End