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CHAPTER SEVEN

Susan knew that her son and daughter were delighted about this change in their life, this relationship, yet she still felt some doubts. In a few years they would want to start dating, and she was afraid she would be jealous. She would have to let them go someday, she knew, and it was a day she didn't want to think about.

The idea of her daughter letting some date shove his cock into her tight little cunt bothered her, and when she had visions of Karen sucking on some teenage cock, she felt a stab of jealous anger. Somehow, the idea of Billy fucking some young cunt did not bother her as much, and this puzzled her. It was an old-fashioned idea of the girl supposed to be sweet and virginal, she knew, and of the boy getting all the pussy he could. And one thing Susan did not consider herself was old fashioned.

The idea of Karen being fucked while in her presence with her joining in did not bother her at all, somehow. Perhaps she didn't want Karen to enjoy herself alone, perhaps it was fear of being left someday by her children, of them being in love with another person. That was being overly possessive, she knew, yet she could not help her feelings.

Unconsciously, Susan began doing things for her children that she had not done before. She had, at one time, made them pick up after themselves, keep their rooms clean and in order. Now she was doing it for them, It was a way of making them even more dependent on her, but she didn't realize this. Somehow she had slipped into the role of being dominated by her children. Not a forceful domination, and Karen and Billy were probably unaware of it themselves. However, where they had once asked her, they now began to tell her.

Realization came to Susan one evening while they had been relaxing in the family room. She had noticed a slight change in their behavior, but it had been so subtle she missed it.

Susan was in a long floor-length robe, of the type that zipped up the front. It was not by any means a robe designed to attract and invite. She was in the lounge chair, reared back. Billy stepped up to her and pulled his cock out, standing at her side. "Suck my cock, Mom," he said.

"Anytime, honey," she grinned at him, turning her face and taking his cock into her mouth. Karen was on the couch, watching them. Susan sucked on her son's cock for a few moments, feeling it grow between her lips. Once his cock was throbbing, hot and hard in her mouth, he withdrew it and went to his sister, who immediately began to suck on it for him. That in itself did not bother Susan.

But as Karen sucked her brother's cock, Billy looked at his mother and said: "Lift your fucking gown and play with your hairy cunt, Mom." Even that did not bother her, and she did as he asked. She drew her knees to her tits, spreading them wide so they could watch her finger her pussy.

"Put a finger up your asshole," Billy said, and although it was the first time he had asked her to do anything like that, the tone of his voice was more aggressive. It was the tone that made her hesitate.

"Goddamn it, Mom!" Billy growled. "I said to stick a finger up your fucking asshole!"

She saw the expression in his eyes, and although she didn't want to obey his command, she found herself reaching under a naked cheek and pressing a finger at her tight asshole even as she finger fucked her cunt with the other hand. Susan shivered, but it was not with full pleasure now. The shiver was mixed with something else, and she knew suddenly that she would do whatever her children asked of her, no matter what it was.

Susan felt her finger enter her asshole, and to her amazement, found she enjoyed it. Never had anything been shoved up her ass before.

She watched Karen sucking on Billy's cock, keeping her fingers going in and out of her cunt and asshole. She saw that Karen must have been practicing, because she had no trouble taking every inch of his cock into her mouth now, all the way to his balls. Despite a sense of doom, Susan could not resist the ex- citement of seeing it, of fucking herself with her fingers as she watched her.

"Fuck your hot, hairy cunt, Mom!" Billy shouted at her. "Fuck your hot asshole! Fuck them both! Look at our mother, Karen! Look how she shoves a finger up her asshole and cunt! She's a hot-assed bitch!"

Susan began to feel strange, yet it was a good kind of feeling, too. There was something wrong that she couldn't put her finger on, yet she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She felt as if she had lost control of the situation, of her children.

"Oh, shit, shit!" Billy grunted, holding his sister's' face between his hands. "I'm gonna come, Karen! I'm gonna come in your cocksucking mouth!"

Karen gurgled, her eyes wide open, sparkling with ecstasy. Susan saw her daughter's throat begin to work and knew she was swallowing the come juice that spewed from the piss hole of her brother's cock. She whimpered as her cunt closed about her finger in spasms, her asshole gripping her buried finger.

Later that night, for the first time, she did not call her children to bed with her. She went to her room alone, feeling very depressed about what was happening, of not knowing how it happened. She lay awake for a long time, thinking, not finding the answers. She could hear Karen and Billy in one of the rooms, giggling and whispering.

After a long, almost sleepless night, Susan crawled out of bed feeling tired. As she passed her son's room, she peeked in. Karen and Billy were still asleep, wrapped about each other, their naked bodies close. She looked at them for awhile, then went downstairs and brewed coffee. She sat drinking her coffee, still trying to figure out what was going on.

When Karen and Billy came down, they were still naked. "Make breakfast for us, mother," Karen said, sitting at the table.

"Can't you do it, honey?" Susan asked, but her voice was weak.

"You do it," Billy said.

Susan prepared breakfast for them, her movements wooden, her mind jumbled with thoughts, crazy thoughts that would not form a coherent picture of what was happening to her, to her children.

"We're going to the park today," Billy announced as he finished eating. "All three of us."

"But I…" Susan began, then stopped when she caught the expression in her son's eyes.

"The three of us," he said, firmly.

Susan looked down at her lap, feeling strangely shy, embarrassed.

Noon found her in the park with Karen and Billy. There were not many others in the park, a few teenagers, four or five adults sitting on benches. They found a shady spot beneath a huge tree, and Susan leaned against the rough bark, her long legs stretched out before her. her skirt demurely at her knees. Karen and Billy ran about, talking to other boys and girls their ages, horsing around.

About an hour later Billy came to his mother. He looked down at her, a sly grin on his face. "Come with me, mother," he said, reaching for her hand.

Obeying him complacently, she got to her feet, holding his hand. Billy led her into some dense shrubbery, out of sight. On a grassy area, he told her to sit down and wait for him. As she waited, she became filled with anxiety, not knowing the cause. When Billy returned a few minutes later, there was a boy with him. She had never seen this boy before, and it seemed as though Billy did not know the boy well, either.

"There she is," Billy said with a smirk on his face. "Just like I told you."

Susan began to understand, and she looked up at her son, a question starting. But the expression on his young face told her to keep silent. Billy began telling the boy that Susan was hot, needed cock, lots of cock. But it came through to her that he didn't want the boy to know she was his mother.

She lowered her eyes and saw the boy's cock outlined inside his pants, seeing it grow there as Billy talked to him. Then her son said: "Show him what a hairy cunt you have."

Susan trembled with shame, with what she was allowing her son to do with her. Yet, there was a strange sensation of excitement, too. She could not understand this. As though unable to protest, Susan pulled her skirt up, revealing her long smooth thighs.

"Higher." Billy said.

Susan pulled her skirt to her waist, her bushy cunt exposed, a flush on her face. She could not look into the boy's eyes.

"Open your legs," Billy commanded.

Susan spread her legs, her cunt lips glistening wetly. A glance at the front of the boy's pants showed her his cock was fully hard, and she knew she was going to get fucked by him. There wasn't anything she could do about it, she knew.

"Go ahead and fuck her," Billy told the boy. "She needs it kinda bad like I told you."

The boy sensed there would be no opposition from her. He opened his pants and hauled out his cock. Susan's eyes glowed despite her feeling of humiliation. It was. a nice looking cock, and she felt a twitch of desire between her thighs. She lay back, her skirt about her waist, as the boy moved between her legs. Susan looked up at Billy as the boy's cock entered her wet cunt.

"Don't take all day," Billy said to the boy. 'There are a couple of other guys waiting for their turn."

He smirked at his mother before leaving. Susan's hips began to pump automatically as the boy fucked her, but her mind was crying out at this outrage her son was pulling on her. But although she was angry, feeling very humiliated, her erotic nature began to take over.

Susan grabbed the boy's pumping hips and began to furiously grind against him. She made whimpering sounds in her throat, twisting her ass about as pleasure flowed through her slim body.

"Ohhhh, Fuck it," she whispered to the boy. "Fuck it for me! Fuck me, fuck me!"

Susan's cunt burned and convulsed, ecstatic to this excitement of this strange boy, a boy she had never seen in her life, fucking her. She would never see him again, in all probability, and that made it exciting to her. She whipped her naked ass about on the grass, lunging her cunt up and down as he drove his cock into her pussy. She could feel his prick, feeling how hard it was, with the sensitive walls and lips of her pussy.

Then the bay came. Susan mewled as she clutched at his tight ass cheeks, her cunt draining him, clamping tightly about his spewing cock, his come juice splashing deep inside her spasming cunt.

As the boy withdrew, shoved his cock back into his pants, she remained there, sprawled with her legs wide, watching him go. Within a few minutes another bay came to her. He came alone, without Billy. This boy was younger, and he was very excited. He was in a rush, not knowing exactly what to do. Susan almost laughed as she showed him how to get his cock up her cunt. Then, as the boy fucked her with jerky movements, she caressed his back tenderly, realizing this was his first piece of ass. She made it good for him, showing him tenderness, and when he came she closed her thighs about his hips and held him tightly. She kissed his smooth, beardless face.

The boy seemed embarrassed after it was over, and would not look at her. Susan felt pity for the boy, and wished she could say something to ease his shame.

The next boy was large for his age, aggressive and somewhat of a bully. He swaggered, impressed by his own importance. He snickered when he saw Susan sprawled there with her skirt up, cunt revealed.

He pulled out his cock, stroking it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. "How do you like this cock, lady?" he smirked. "Bet you ain't never been fucked by a cock like this."

"Dumb shit," she said.

"Hey, lady," he said, surprised that she was not impressed by his cock, "Don't go calling any names, huh? You wanna fuck, okay, but no name calling."

"Get it over with," she said, lifting her hips to him. "Just put it in and get it over with."

The boy shoved his cock brutally into her come-juice-soaked cunt. He began to ram in and out of her pussy without regard for her. Susan lay still with this boy, letting him fuck her rapidly. Fortunately he came swiftly after a few strokes.

"Bet you ain't never had a fuck like that, huh, lady? One thing about me, I always leave 'em well satisfied."

Susan wanted to tell him he would be better off jacking off, but kept her mouth shut. This boy would be easily angered, and she certainly did not want to be struck by him.

She waited after he had gone, but no one else came to her. Finally she sat up, feeling come juice seeping from her cunt, smearing her thighs. Then Billy came to her.

"We can go now, Mom," he said, helping her to her feet.

At home again, Susan showered long and hard, scrubbing at her flesh until it glowed and tingled. She was angry at Karen and Billy. They had made her fuck those strange boys in the park, and she was angry at herself for letting it happen. She was determined it would not happen again, that her children would not have that much control over her.

She would keep her erotic mind in check, control the bubbling urges that surged through her body. With this determination, she dressed and went downstairs.

Karen and Billy were in the family room, lying on the floor. Billy was on his back, and Karen squatted above him, her naked little ass bouncing happily as she fucked him. Susan sat down, making a point of not looking at them. She glared at the television, but not seeing the program. The mewls of delight could not be shut out, though.

Their sounds sent ripples of pleasure through her and her cunt bubbled hotly, her nipples hard and sensitive. Still she tried to ignore them, but it wasn't doing her much good.

"I'm gonna come, Billy!" Karen yelped in a tight voice. "I'm gonna come!"

"Me, too!"

From the corner of her eyes, Susan saw her son grip his sister's naked, bouncing- ass, his finger-s digging into the tight, creamy cheeks. She saw his cock strain up into Karen's stretched cunt, his balls quivering. Karen's pink asshole clenched, and Susan watched them come at the same time. Her own pussy was dripping, the hairy lips swollen, her clit burning with urgent desire. Despite the fucking in the park, she was hungry for more.

Before she realized it, her determination had gone from her. She was on her feet and beside her children, running her hands over their bodies. She fondled her son's balls and caressed her daughter's shivering, naked ass as they came, cooing throatily, breathing swiftly.

Within minutes Susan was on her back, her tits exposed; her skirt at her waist, her panties ripped from her. Karen shoved her face between her mother's warm, sleek thighs and began to lick at the smooth flesh, working her tongue and lips to the hairy cunt. Susan opened her thighs as wide as she could, lifting her cunt to her daughter's mouth.

"Eat me, eat me!" she urged, rolling her ass about as Karen's tongue licked through the thick cunt hairs. "Eat my cunt, baby! Suck my pussy! Lick my hot cunt hole! Qooo, eat my hot cunt, Karen!"

When Karen's tongue lapped vigorously over her distended clit, Susan's hips shot up hard, grinding into her daughter's face. Karen gripped her mother's uplifted ass cheeks in her little hands, her tongue thrusting into the wet, slippery heat of her mother's pussy, soft sounds coming from her, sounds of intense pleasure.

Billy was on his knees at Susan's side, and she grabbed his slippery cock in her hand, beating back and forth on it as Karen tongue fucked and licked at her steaming cunt.

"Ohhh, suck that pussy, baby!" Susan wailed, tossing her crotch brutally against her daughter's licking mouth. "Suck mother's hot cunt! Lick it…kiss it…tongue it! Ooooo anything you want! Do it all to me, both of you! Fuck me and eat me and…Oooooo!"

Susan pulled at her son's cock. "Straddle me, Billy," she wailed hotly. "Straddle my tits and let me suck your sweet cock! Oh, hurry darling! Sit on my tits and let me have your delicious cock in my cock sucking mouth!"

Billy straddled his: mother's tits, his ass smashing them flat. Susan lifted her face and licked at his balls, running her tongue about the cunt-wet cock, tasting him, mewling as she twisted her cunt into her daughter's face.

"Suck it, Mom!" Billy urged in a thick voice. "Suck my fucking cock!"

"Oooo, yes!" Susan opened her lips and pulled his prick between them. She gobbled his cock deeply into her mouth, loving the feel of his balls on her chin. She gripped his ass cheeks and urged him to fuck her mouth. Billy leaned over, bracing himself with his hands, thrusting his cock into his mother's mouth, fucking her as she sucked greedily.

With her daughter's mouth sucking at her bubbling cunt, her son's cock fucking into her hungry mouth, Susan's earlier determination was nonexistent. All that mattered to her was this beautiful cock of her son's in her mouth, her lovely daughter's tongue and mouth eating her boiling cunt. She knew in this moment she was lost to them- that she would do anything they wanted of her, no matter what it was.

Her cunt exploded into a tremendous come, and as she shuddered, grinding her cunt into her daughter's mouth, Billy began to spew thick come juice into her mouth. Susan sucked and swallowed greedily, thrilled to have his cock squirting into her mouth…and she knew without a doubt they had her where they wanted her, that there was nothing she could do about it.

She was theirs, totally.