Bewitched       John Stevens was the envy of every man he knew, because he slept nightly with a woman every man wanted to bed–his wife, Georgette.

They’d been together since high school, had the perfect marriage, and a house full of beautiful kids. They had six ranging in age from sixteen to six: Don, 16; Julie 14; Kay, 12; Roger, 12; Bobby, 10; Tabatha, 6.

Georgette was a mother and a great mother, a full-time mother. John made good money as a diesel mechanic at a large truck stop–a trucking megaplex on eighty acres where two major interstate highways crossed. This secure and stable job enabled Georgette to devote her life to raising their large family. She’d be quick to tell you that “mother” is a career if it’s done right.

Georgette had the look men ogled with a growing erection. When she was in her twenties, she was a cross between Mary Tyler Moore’s character on the Dick Van Dyke Show, Laura Petry, and Samantha from Bewitched. In manner and demeanor, she carried herself like Laura Petry–a dancer with feminine grace who wore form-fitting pants and blouses almost as a uniform, though she looked more like Samantha Stevens: blond and built.

As she matured, and bowed to John’s insistence that she wear only skirts and dresses, she looked strikingly like the sexy witch, Samantha. It was little Bobby that first saw her as Sam.

When she playfully made her nose twitch exactly the way Sam did, she became Sam from then on.

When her little girl was born, the baby’s name was unanimously forced on her–Tabatha. By then, Samantha Stevens and Georgette Stevens could be mistaken for twin sisters. Everyone called her Sam. Only the kids called her, Mom, but when they spoke of her, it was Sam. Likewise, Georgette called her mother, Mom, but referred to her as Endora in the company of others. They were Sam and Endora to everyone except offspring.

If John had one complaint about Georgette, it was her stubborn refusal to join him with a group of swingers he knew from work. The swingers were the white collar types with cushy jobs that involved no grease or busted knuckles. Getting a white shirt job was as easy as joining their swinging circle. Few grease monkeys were ever approached with an invitation, but John was approached weekly, and that was all due to his sexy wife.

Georgette was a frequent visitor to the truck center. While out doing her shopping, if she were nearby at lunch time, she’d stop and buy her husband a hot fast-food meal, then join him for lunch. After she’d stop by, John knew a white shirt would soon be along to corner him with more inducements. John was more than willing to share his sexy wife, and had done so many times in the past, but Georgette would not even discuss becoming a swinger.

John wanted a cleaner, higher-paying job, but what drove him to persist was the unquenchable desire for more than one pussy. The pussy he owned was head and cunt hair above the rest, but like most men, one wasn’t enough. He craved variety. He had permission to chase pussy, but wasn’t a chaser. In seventeen years of marriage, he could count his variety on one hand, leaving the thumb out of it and counting Georgette. Had it not been for Georgette’s help, he could raise one finger and have them covered.

Georgette went so far as to set John up with her divorced sister, hoping that would take the pressure off of her to become a swinging whore. She later induced her best friend (a flamboyant neighbor who was married but cheated) to have an ongoing sexual affair with John. That wasn’t enough for her horny spouse. He wanted her mother, too.

Georgette resisted the idea of approaching her own mother, but after years of being pressured, she gathered her nerve one day and dropped a subtle hint that she needed help with her amorous and insatiable spouse. To her utter amazement, her mother leaped at the hint. She wanted to start immediately and urged Georgette to take the kids out for the day so she could be alone with John when he arrived home at noon.

In a bewildered daze, Georgette took all the kids to the beach. When they returned, near nightfall, her mother was still there, sitting at the dining table with John, wearing one of Georgette’s own short robes and nothing else. John was stark naked with lipstick lip prints all over his dick.

The brazen hussy was even barefoot with the thin robe loosely belted, showing all but her nipples and a bare leg clear past the white mark left by her swimsuit. They had so obviously been having sex that Georgette had to usher all the kids from the room when they crowded her mother and ogled all the naked flesh she displayed.

When the last kid reluctantly departed, Georgette turned icy eyes on her slut mother. Her mother blushed, but her shrug told Georgette all she needed to know. John put her up to it. She’d sat through the ogling with stoic determination not to look ashamed or shy. It was a staged performance that had John’s signature on the script.

By her attitude, she appeared to be saying, “Yes, we fucked. I’m not going to hide that fact. I am your father’s new whore, his mistress, his concubine, and you’d better get used to seeing a screwed pussy.” To punctuate that attitude, she uncrossed her legs, letting the robe fall open to reveal her freshly-shaved pussy, making no attempt to cover herself from six pairs of little eyes that glued themselves between her legs. That’s when the kids were ushered out.

Georgette turned her icy glare on John, but he only returned his bad-little-boy look along with his I-can’t-help-myself shrug. Georgette left the room in a huff. For the next two years, her mother became a frequent visitor whenever she knew John would be home. The kids got many field trips as a consequence. Everyone knew what was going on, but nothing was ever said out-loud.

Georgette never knew what outrageous scene would present itself when they returned from an outing. She only knew one surely would. The kids had caught their grandmother strolling naked through the house (often wearing only semen), more times than Georgette cared to count. They’d even walked in on the act itself, seeing their naked father and their naked mother’s mother rutting like animals on the living room floor, dining room table, kitchen counter, the sofa, chair, love seat, or coffee table. The closest they ever came to screwing in private was when they climbed into bed with Georgette and screwed beside her.

Over the course of those two years, the Stevens children got a complete sex education. They’d seen it all: blow jobs, but-fucking, sixty-nine, every possible joining of penis and vagina, and never was a performance interrupted by their presence. Georgette never talked to her kids about the birds and the bees. She didn’t need to. They all had good vision.

Her mother never once apologized for her outlandish behavior. In fact, she acted as though she were doing Georgette a favor. It took Georgette almost eighteen months to act grateful, but her mother relentlessly pushed for that open acknowledgement from her daughter, always in the presence of the children and John.

One week following the two-year anniversary of the subtle hint, her mother paused at the door to receive her expected thank-you-for-servicing-my-husband kiss. Instead of presenting her daughter with a pucker, she raised her skirt and jutted her loins with her knees obscenely bowed out.

Georgette knew exactly what her mother was asking of her. With the children gathered around and John standing behind her, she slowly dropped to her knees and gave the adulterous, maternal, slutty, shaved, freshly-fucked and perfumed pussy a devoted kiss. After pressing a full-lipped kiss firmly to the core of her mother’s spermy pussy, she sat back on her heels and said, “Thank you for servicing my husband, Mother.”

This put a smile on her mother’s face, awe on the children’s faces, a shit-eating grin on John’s face, and a deep red blush on the sexy little witch with the shiny lips. She wanted to twitch her nose and turn her slutty mother into a toadstool and her horny husband into a toad. Instead, after her mother departed, she got up and became the mother again. “Okay–you kids have homework to do and rooms to clean. Mush!”

She clapped her hands sternly, sending them on their way as only she could do with sperm on her lips and fuck running down her chin. She wiped her mouth only after the last smiling child left the room, then brushed past her grinning hubby–the horny-toad.

Georgette went into their private bath and locked the door. She drew a hot bath and soaked. While soaking, she thought about what she’d done.

She had no regrets. She saw it coming for months. She’d been serving her mother like a royal concubine for the past six months, bringing her everything she needed, lighting her post-fuck cigarettes for her, even publicly whipping her pussy for her. The ultimate service–lip service–was a foregone conclusion after she began shaving and cleaning her mother’s pussy for her. The only question was when.

It wasn’t as though the service had ever been demanded and refused. Endora simply determined that the time was right. When she presented her loins, she knew Sam would kneel. She knew Sam wouldn’t rush the kiss or deliver a peck to the mound. She knew she’d get a good kiss–firm and centered in the fleshy, messy part below the clit.

The kiss, in fact, lasted ten long seconds, an eternity for the kisser and the kissee when the kisser was a daughter with her children and husband looking on, and the kissee was a grandmother with her grandkids and son-in-law/lover looking on.

No one seemed too terribly surprised by what Georgette did. The lewd kiss followed the pattern of a surprise escalating act, followed by mild defiance when it was tried again, then passive resistance as the practice became expected, then reluctant acceptance as the practice became standard procedure, which would bring on another escalating act.

In keeping with the pattern, the family would expect her next parting scene at the door to reflect passive resistance before she’d kneel and offer her mother a much better kiss, one that would last a full minute and involve some licking tongue action that everyone could see. Within the month, Georgette knew she’d be properly servicing her mother with her mouth, licking her clean from heel to asshole before thanking her mother for servicing her husband.

Georgette relaxed as she dwelled on that scene. She knew it was coming, and she knew she could live with it if she could still be the mom in-control. Even after performing such a lewd act before her kids, she felt confident she could gain instant control as soon as Endora made her exit. That, too, was part of the pattern, a very important part.

Had she not had two years to condition her kids, there was no way she’d have knelt for the vaginal kiss, or wiped pussy prior to that, or French kissed prior to that, or kissed feet prior to that, and so on and so forth going back to the first time they’d walked in and caught them screwing, and Georgette waited until they finished, then walked her mother to the door, and said, “Thank you for taking care of John, Mother.”

As always, Georgette had to think about the new escalation and what effect it would have on her family, for there was always an effect. Everyone had their eyes on Georgette, took their cues from her, and let her set her own pace. It was all very subtle.

Nothing was ever discussed out-loud, not even between her and John.

Georgette understood where John was coming from and knew where all this was headed. His goal never faltered though his methods had changed over the years. He wanted a swinging slut wife and finally came to realize that unless she could be that and be a mother in-control, it would never happen.

Over the past decade he’d tried everything. He set her up with dozens of men from repairmen to pool cleaners, even the paperboy. Half bedded her after persistent seduction attempts. He had her raped several times, but these were never violent rapes. They were more like very persistent seductions that would not take no for an answer.

Georgette didn’t blame John one bit and was thankful he was finally being patient with her. He deserved to get out from under trucks and get behind a desk. He’d earned it, but she knew that was just part of his motivation. John was a pussy hound that couldn’t hunt. Swingers don’t hunt; they trade.

Georgette understood perfectly why he tried to make her feel like an adulterous slut. She cooperated when she could and only resisted when she absolutely had to. She never let him know that she knew who was behind her string of adulterous affairs, but she did make full confessions in intimate detail for his listening pleasure.

She understood her mother, too. On a whim, Endora allowed herself explore her secret slut fantasy, got caught-up in the role, took John’s advice, and let it all hang out. In short order, she lived her fantasy in the privacy of her daughter’s home, with her daughter’s family, and no one was the wiser.

She was totally safe and Georgette was chiefly responsible for making her feel that way. Had she ever seriously objected to anything her mother did, she’d have stopped instantly. Georgette was quite certain of that. Her silent acceptance was all Endora needed to follow John’s lead.

Endora was nervous the first time, but that went exactly as he said it would. Each time became easier for her. After a few weeks, she had no qualms about going about in the nude and masturbating openly.

Georgette understood her mother perfectly. She was having the time of her sexual life, and loving every second. The nastier things got, the more she liked it. She had strong exhibitionistic tendencies and loved being watched by children.

She also loved rubbing Georgette’s nose in her adulterous affair and lewd behavior. Georgette gradually learned to indulge her lusty and uninhibited mother. The pussy kiss gave her mother a huge thrill, and that knowledge was Georgette’s primary motivation for making the first one special.

Georgette made the kiss special by easing her tongue out, unseen by the bystanders, and running it down the slit to tease her mother’s hole. She, in fact, licked fuck from her mother’s hole. This was her subtle signal that she was ready to go through another escalation. At their next parting, Georgette knew her mother would demand a good licking. The signal was unmistakable. Georgette thought about what that must have been like for her mother. She tried to imagine Julie, Kay, or even little Tabatha doing likewise to her. It was difficult to imagine any of them doing that to her, but the idea did send a delicious thrill coursing through her relaxed body. Her hands converged on the apex of her submerged thighs while she dreamed naughty dreams.

She thought about the kids and remembered how they loved to gawk at adults when they behaved naughty. They loved watching their grandmother and their father doing nasty things together. They especially loved watching their grandmother rub their mother’s nose in what they were doing. Georgette couldn’t blame them. She understood them perfectly as well. Sex was a nasty adventure, something new, something forbidden, something secret.

How could they not be enthralled?

Seeing their mother kneel and kiss their grandmother between her legs right after she’d been fucked by their father gave the kids a huge thrill. They wanted to see much more of that, and they would in the very near future. Georgette was resolved to give them a good performance. They’d see their mother lick the hole their father fucked–lick it long, lick it deep, lick it all over, lick it squeaky clean: legs, ass, thighs, the works. She understood.

Georgette was a very understanding wife, mother, and daughter. Soon, she’d be an understanding slut-wife, slut-mother, and slut-daughter. John was finally on the right track. If he continued to let her set her own pace, he’d soon be wearing white shirts. Georgette thought about that and had a nice orgasm. She loved her horny-toad, his toad-stool, and all the little mud-guppies that sat around watching.

After the orgasm, Georgette soaked some more and once again thought about how this newest escalation would affect the children. This escalation was a biggie, and the effect had to be proportional. Don, her first-born, was another John in the making. He’d be big, like his father. He’d be handsome like his father, and like his father, Don couldn’t get laid in a two-dollar whore house with a twenty-dollar bill pasted to his forehead. Georgette was a virgin on her wedding night, but not for lack of trying to be otherwise. When it came to sex, John showed absolutely no initiative.

Don was a horny boy, but hadn’t been on a date. Georgette felt inclined to coach the boy, but she’d spent hours and hours coaching his father and that never worked.

Julie was the shy one, and the one Endora went out of her way to shock. Even after two years of shock treatments, Julie still blushed on seeing naked body parts. Watching those parts in sexual action would make her hyper-ventilate, but she always watched.

Georgette watched Julie on the sly and noted she had an inordinate interest in pussy. Watching Endora masturbate would put Julie in a trance. Julie was the real hang-up. Until Julie loosened-up, Georgette couldn’t. If the others took their cues from their mother, Georgette took hers from Julie. When Julie was ready for more, so was Georgette.

She didn’t realize this until she thought about it in the tub, but she recognized the truth of the matter. A good mother could not leave one behind and take the others. She knew she’d have to get to work on Julie if she were to ever become the wife John wanted. She wondered if John realized that as well, because things were moving rather quickly of late. Julie’s open interest and acceptance was chiefly responsible.

Kay (the twelve-year-old female twin of Roger), on the other hand, could not take her eyes off cock, or cock bulges. She’d lose her virginity before Julie if she still had it. Georgette wasn’t sure. Kay was a slut in the making and as horny as any of her boys. She slept in the nude, just like the boys did, and wasn’t at all shy about showing her budding female body. Keeping clothes on her was like trying to keep a strapless hat on a frisky poodle.

Roger was just like Kay, and Georgette suspected they were screwing. She knew they played with each other. They’d been caught doing that quite often. After watching John and Endora do a sixty-nine, they were caught doing that. Roger did not suffer from lack of initiative. Georgette was almost positive he was not a virgin. He always had girl friends.

Bobby was her little red-headed devil, and a real bastard. Bobby was one of John’s earliest attempts at getting her to swing. He came home from an all-night poker party with an outlandish tale about how he lost her on a poker hand, that the winner had the right to get her pregnant, that she had to bear his bastard, and if it wasn’t a done deal after one year, they’d have to fork over their entire life savings, all ten grand.

Georgette saw right through this absurd charade, but never let on that she saw through it. She ranted and raved for days on end, always agonizing about the money (the children’s college fund) that was in jeopard.

She flushed her birth control pills in front of John that first night, hoping that would shake him. She gave John a week to come to his senses, but he never changed his story. When she could see he wasn’t going to change, she told John she was ovulating. John set up a three-day stay in a downtown hotel with Red, the winner. Georgette kept the appointment. When she didn’t get pregnant, she kept another the following month, and then another. She delivered her bastard with three days to spare.

Bobby was a bastard and there was no denying that fact. He stood out like a turd on a wedding cake. He, too, was just like his father–a prick with ears, big ears and big prick. At ten, Bobby had the biggest dick in the family and was already ejaculating. John’s seven inches may have had more mass, but Bobby had two inches on him with a lolly pop head, just like his biological father.

She’d have gotten pregnant sooner if Red hadn’t been such an ass freak. She’d have complained, but a dick like his belonged in her ass. She’d sometimes look at Bobby’s hard dick and get a twitch in her sphincter.

And then there was little Tabatha, another bastard, only this one’s father was black as midnight. Again, John pulled the same stunt, only this time he lost her on race to rebuild a 671 Detroit Diesel engine. By this time, Georgette had four years to adjust to being viewed as an adulterous slut who didn’t even have the decency to take precautions or get an abortion. Again, she ranted and raved. Again, she flushed her pills, and again she wound up at the Hilton.

This time, she got knocked up right away, but this time she lied about her period and got to go back three more times. On her last three-day stint, she was actually showing and delivered five months later. Enter Tabatha, black as her father. The delivery room was in shock when that little black noggin popped out between Sam’s alabaster thighs. John threw a fit, just for show, and had to be sedated.

When she walked down the street with Tabatha on one side and Bobby on the other, she felt like she wore a sandwich board that said, “ADULTEROUS WHORE.” The sign didn’t seem to bother John one iota. In time, it didn’t bother Georgette. The plan, however, didn’t work. She did not become a whore, at least, not in her mind, the mind that counted.

The kids knew she fucked around. John made sure they knew. He planted the incriminating evidence where the kids would find it: cum-soaked panties, cigar butts, used condoms. He would always confront her at the dinner table with his suspicions, and follow up with hard evidence.

Georgette found these sessions terribly embarrassing, but knew they were very necessary. Before the kids could see her as a slut, they needed to see her as an adulterer, a very horny woman. It was never easy to sit through such a vulgar and intensely personal grilling, but she sat through them, making her initial confession a public one. She went along as John dug out the dirty details, but John got the expanded version in private.

She never put the blame on John or told them the truth of his complicity. She confessed to carrying on affairs, even with those that forced themselves on her. The confession sessions became easier after John started his affair with her mother and the kids actually saw adult sex for themselves. The sessions were almost enjoyable after that, and there was more to confess as John stepped up his efforts.

The pressure to become the wife John wanted and needed grew and grew. She knew she couldn’t hold him off much longer. It wasn’t so much the fucking that bothered her. That she could do. It wasn’t even the slut part that held her back. The kids already saw her as a slut, or should have thought so. John called her slut more than he called her honey. She answered to slut. It was all the other sick and perverted stuff she knew this group was into that made her uneasy. They swapped families, not just slut wives.

Even little Tabatha would be meat on the offering table. Don would get his butt fucked, and Julia would be sucking cunts and fucking dogs. The twins would be very popular. At least, they were rehearsing their act and getting quite good.

The delay was calculated to give the kids a chance to mentally adjust to the world of adult sexuality. So far, what they saw of it, they liked. She encouraged them the same way she encouraged her mother, by being silent. She did not raise an eyebrow if she walked into a room and found a child masturbating. She never broke up Roger and Kay’s sexual explorations. As a consequence, the kids were feeling freer, losing inhibitions, and testing their limits. It was time to turn up the heat.

The one thing Georgette never did was act immodestly at home. The kids hadn’t even seen her in bra and panties. That needed to change, but Georgette was at a loss for how to start.

She thought this was odd considering that she could kneel and kiss a spermy pussy, but the idea of walking out in bra and panties was like dancing nude on a table at her senior prom. Going about naked as her mother liked to do was out of the question. Masturbating in public was impossible to even contemplate.

She was not an exhibitionist, nor was she a slut at heart. She acted the part, but it was an act. Her private fantasies were relatively clean and had romance themes. Perverse sex, the kind her mother and John lived for, turned her off. She wished she could talk about this with her mother to learn the secret. They never talked about the sex that was going on. No one did.

She knew that incest and incest themes were high on their list, and the primary theme of the swing group. She’d be expected to have sex with all of her close relatives, even her father. Her mother was pushing her in that direction as John was pushing her into her sons’ beds. She felt certain that John was also working on Kay and Julia for himself. Endora had her eyes on the boys. No one made a move on the kids or on her because Georgette hadn’t given them the subtle go-ahead.

What she needed was a big push in that direction, but how to drop the subtle hint was what stymied her. Georgette laid in the water and thought long and hard about whether to or whether not to go further. When the water became cold, she was still thinking, but thinking how to. She made a decision to become an incestuous slut and go all the way down that messy road.

Her first target had to be her father. He’d be easy and the confession would serve to launch the others into action. The kids were as good as screwed. She hoped they’d be happy.

She twirled her pubic curls lazily in her fingers while eyeing the razor, then impulsively decided to shave it all off. John liked his beavers totally bare, but she’d rarely given him that treat as she hated the stubble and the daily shaves needed to avoid stubble. She hadn’t shaved her muff in twelve years. When she finished the job, she stood and studied her reflection in a hand mirror.

“Not bad,” she thought, “Mother has nothing on this pussy. Mommy dearest, you’re about to be upstaged.”

* * *

Georgette stepped from the bath and had to decide what to wear–more accurately, what not to wear. She opted not to wear bra or panties under a thin summer dress that came just below mid-thigh. She studied herself in her floor-length mirror and liked what she saw. Anyone looking closely could see she was braless, and if she passed before a bright light, they could see she was naked beneath the dress. This she could do. It was good for starters and something a horny slut might be expected to wear around the house.

She decided heels would be a nice touch. Sluts wore high heels for no special reason. She gave herself the once-over while wearing the heels and liked that even better. The four-inch lift brought-out the definition in her legs and made the dress look even shorter. She bent forward from the waist while looking back and was startled to see her bare cunt lips. She didn’t realize the dress would hike up that far. On the other hand, she never bent forward that far on straight legs. A slut would, she mused.

Georgette left the bedroom feeling daring. She wanted to do something daring, like flash John a bare beaver on the sly. That would insure a fuck, and she needed one. John, however, had left the house. Tabatha and Kay were coloring at the dining table. They stopped coloring to inform her of his departure.

They did not return to coloring after seeing their mother dressed as she was. Georgette felt naked under their penetrating gaze, then realized the big bay window at her left rear let the strong afternoon light stream in. The girls were looking at the form of a naked woman. Kay smiled big and said, “Mom, you’re not wearing any underwear.”

There was nothing subtle about Kay. Georgette just smiled and was about to move on when Julie marched into the room holding her shoe pinched between thumb and forefinger. She went straight for her mother and said, “Mom, look what somebody did.”

Georgette looked at the shoe and didn’t see anything at first. When Julie tilted the shoe back, Georgette saw the viscous white cream slide to the heel. She said, “I see.” To herself, she thought, “I knew there’d be an effect, but this was awfully quick.”

Julie said, “Mom, someone jacked off in my shoe. That’s so gross.”

Six months ago, Julie would have gotten her face slapped for using that term. Now it seemed mild. For the past six months, the kids could say anything, use filthy language and vulgar terms, all at John’s urging. Georgette went along because it advanced her plans as well and made using vulgar language in her confessions much easier. Julie’s language had changed very little. Obviously, cum in her shoe was her undoing. Georgette yelled, “Boys! Get in here, now.”

Within a minute, all three stood before her with Julie at her side. The boys had straight faces. The guilty party wasn’t readily apparent. Georgette said, “Who jacked off in Julie’s shoe?”

Kay giggled, but the boys tried to look innocent. Georgette waited while noticing how they strained to see through her dress. Their straining eyes warmed her nipples and crotch, giving Georgette a sympathetic feel for her mother’s quirk to show all. She quickly warmed to the new situation. The boys individually denied having done the act.

Georgette thought, then said, “Drop your pants, all of you.”

The boys took on looks of concern mixed with intrigue. This had never happened before. Kay and Tabatha quickly left the table to join the other females with a head-on view as the boys unbuckled and unzipped. Pants dropped to feet. “Underwear, too.” They shucked their skivvies.

The boys looked nervous. Their dicks were drawn into the pubic hairs over tight nut sacks. Georgette gave each dick a good visual exam, but saw no evidence of a recent cum. The ejaculate in the shoe was still too fluid to be older than one hour. She moved down the line feeling each cock like a queer sergeant conducting a short arm inspection. She felt nothing unusual. She was stumped, but then she reasoned that the guilty party would have the greatest difficulty raising an erection. A bold idea took hold.

She said to Julia, “Well, we have a problem, but I think I see a solution. The guilty party should have trouble raising an erection.”

Kay interjected, “Make ‘em jack off, Mom!”

Georgette ignored this and said to Julie, “How badly do you want him uncovered, Julia?”

“Very badly. You can’t let him get away with this, Mom.”

“Very well, start lifting your skirt, Julia. Do it slow and sexy like. That should do the trick.”

Julia exclaimed, “MOM! Are you serious? I can’t do that.”

Kay said, “I can. I’ll do it!”

Georgette said, “No, this is Julia’s problem. You two stay out of it. Well, Julia?”

“Mom, I can’t.”

“Why not? Aren’t you wearing panties?”

“Yes, of course, but still.”

Georgette made a face of disapproval, then stepped in front of Julia, between her and the boys, saying, “Here, I’ll do it. Now, you boys put your hands behind your back and keep your eyes on my hemline. Julia, reach around my hips and grasp my skirt in both hands.”

The boys eagerly complied. Julia nervously complied also. Georgette said, I’ll tell you right now, I’m not wearing panties. Julia, start lifting, but do it very slowly. Do it like a tease.”

Julia lifted by fractions at a time as Georgette swayed provocatively in place saying, “You boys like looking at naked women, don’t you? When you look at Endora you always get erections. Aren’t I as good looking as she is? I have xexier legs, don’t I?”

The boys were staring intently as the hem rose dangerously close to forbidden fruit. Their organs began to stir and swelled with blood. Kay dropped to her knees and boldly looked under the hem, crying out, “Wow, she really is naked. I can see Mom’s pussy and its shaved just like Grandma’s. It’s neat looking. Wait till you guys get a look at Mom’s pussy. You’ll get boners for sure.”

Georgette felt a surge of excitement at Kay’s brash act, and her continued staring fed the flames. She said, “Two of you will.”

With the hem just below her cunt lips, Georgette noticed that Don and Roger were erecting rapidly, but Bobby was lagging behind. He’s the one she suspected all along, but even he showed an amazing ability to recover. When bare pubes finally peeked from under the hem, Don and Roger sported raging hard-ons that arched high and proud. She could feel her cunt blossom and moisten. She said, “Julie, move the dress to my middle and hold it there.”

Georgette stood in a wide stance, naked from the waist down. All but Julie were looking between her legs. Bobby’s cock stuck straight out, almost fully erect, but he was clearly the loser. She said, “Well, Bobby. What have you to say for yourself?”

Bobby grinned sheepishly and said, “It was just a joke.”

“Okay, Julia. Here’s your guilty party. What sentence do you want imposed on him?”

“For starters, he can clean my shoe.”

“That sounds reasonable. That takes care of restitution. What about punishment?”

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

“Well, the punishment should fit the crime. I think it would be fitting if he had to jack off in his shoe while you watch.”

Kay quickly said, “While we all watch.”

Georgette added, “All right, while everyone watches. Will that satisfy you, Julie?”

“Well, I guess so.”

“Good. You’ll hold the shoe for him. Bobby, do you want to do this now, or later?”

“I wanna do it now.”

“Are you sure you’re up to it?”

“Yeah, I can do it if you’ll get all the way naked and let Julie lick your pussy.”

Julie fired back, “BOBBY, THAT’S GROSS!”

“Mom did it to her mom, and her pussy had just been fucked. Why can’t you do it to your mom? At least her pussy’s clean. She just took a bath, didn’t you, Mom?”

Julie released the dress to argue her case in front. Kay pushed the dress back up, higher then it had been, much higher when Georgette didn’t say anything. She pushed the material over her mother’s breasts. Julie’s argument got caught in her throat as her eyes became riveted between Georgette’s legs. The boys’ eyes went to the new treasure, naked boobs.

Georgette found this exchange and the full exposure quite stimulating and wanted the kids to resolve this without her moving them one way or the other. She simply acknowledged the fact that she had just bathed. The ball was in Julie’s court, but she was speechless, obviously expecting her mother to put an immediate halt to the madness.

Bobby waited then said, “If you don’t lick Mom’s pussy, I won’t be able to cum. You gotta lick it good, too. You gotta lick the slit and get your tongue way up her hole.”

Julie cried, “Mom, why aren’t you stopping this? He’s crazy.”

Georgette said, “Look, this is between you and Bobby. I’m staying out of it.”

“But you heard what he said.”

“I heard, but you’re the one that wants him to cum in his shoe. You heard what it will take to make that happen. My pussy is clean if that’s what bothers you. Licking it certainly won’t hurt you. I proved that earlier.”

“Do you mean to say you’d actually let me do that?”

Don urged, “Do it, Julie. We dare you.”

Roger added, “We double dog dare you.”

Kay put her two cents in saying, “Do it, Julie. You know you want to. You love licking mine and Tabatha’s.”

Julie turned beet red and shouted, “KAY, YOU BITCH! You swore to God.”

“I don’t believe in God, you do, cunt licker.”

Georgette reacted out of habit, saying, “All right, you two. That’s quite enough of that. Kay, say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry, but she is a cunt licker.”

Georgette ignored this and turned to Julie saying, “Now, you say you’re sorry.”

“Why, I didn’t do anything.”

“Julie! Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry–squealer rat.”

Georgette gently cupped Julie under the chin to turn her face to her own, saying, “Your dirty secret is out, Julie. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of females like the vagina. That doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian. You may be bisexual. You might be a true lesbian. So what? Who cares? We’re family. Now, what is your decision?”

Julia looked deep in her mother’s eyes, still terribly unsettled by the unexpected turn of events. Gradually she came to realize that with her mother now being aware, everyone knew about her dirty little secret; at least, everyone present. The boys knew right after she did Kay three months prior. Kay couldn’t wait to tell them. Julie saw that her mother truly accepted her that way. Georgette said, “Well?”

Kay taunted, “Do it, Julie. Think about it. You get to lick Mom’s pussy all over. Ummm, yummy mommy cunt–slut pussy–the best kind. Think about that, Julie, and there’s no hairs to get caught in your teeth. She doesn’t like pussy hair, Mom. That’s why she likes doing Tabatha.”

Georgette loved Kay’s crude taunts, otherwise she’d have put a stop to them when they began. Instead, she took Julie’s hand and pressed it between her legs, saying, “Feel, Julia, no hair, and it is slut pussy, the best kind. Go ahead, feel. Slip your fingers inside. Feel around. That’s it. Don’t be shy; I’m not.”

Julie quickly lost her shyness at the first contact and soon followed her mother’s direction. Two middle fingers slipped easily inside as Georgette widened her stance. Kay tried to completely remove the dress, and Georgette assisted. In a jiffy, she stood naked in her heels as Julie slowly sank to her knees. Georgette addressed Bobby, saying, “I think you’d better get a shoe.”

Bobby grinned and whipped off both shoes, then his pants and underwear. He started jacking off right away. When Julie made her first lick through her mother’s slit, Bobby tried to wedge the head of his dick between cunt lips and mouth lips. The others looked down on the scene in amazement as Tabatha got between her mother’s feet looking up.

Georgette was rapidly brought to the brink of orgasm and had to sit or fall. She pulled a chair over and sat with her knees out as far as she could get them. This made more room for both kids to operate.

Julie had to lick pussy around a dick, but she made no bones about having to do that. She’d totally forgotten about the shoe and Bobby wasn’t about to remind her. The boy was in heaven. He kept trying to get his dick in the hole while jacking off furiously. He seemed to be holding back, waiting for a sign from his mother that it was okay to stick his dick inside. Silence was the sign. He finally managed to wedge the head inside and Julie licked the connection.

Georgette could not believe what was happening to her or that it happened so fast. It was as if all the months of pent-up sexual energy were suddenly released and gushed forth sweeping everyone along in its path. She was being fucked by her youngest son, while being eaten by her prudish daughter, while her other kids watched, and she was loving it.

Julie cooperated with her brother by giving him room to get better penetration. He had a good four-inch pussy stroke going and jacked the other five. Julie licked everything as Georgette brought her heels to the chair’s edges and splayed herself wantonly. Julie finally relinquished the hole to her brother and moved onto the clit, giving him a full pussy stroke.

Georgette was delighted and climaxed seconds later, crying out, “Yes, fuck Mommy’s slut pussy, sweetheart. Suck Mommy’s clit, Julie. Oh, yes! Oh, I’m cumming! So good. Oh yes! Fuck me. Suck me! Cum in my cunt, you bastard!”

The bastard did just that. When he pulled out, Georgette said, “Now eat my cunt good, Julie. Show them how to eat slut pussy–fresh-fucked slut pussy–the best kind, huh, baby?”

Julie stared at the fuck oozing from her mother’s gaping hole, then smiled and began devouring it like a famished refugee. She gobbled fuck goo while her mother cried, “That’s it, baby, eat my fuck. Lick out my fuck hole you little cunt-lapping whore!”

This vulgar taunt fired Julie to grater heights of cunt sucking prowess. She smeared her face in the wide beaver her excited mother presented her.

The other kids weren’t idle during this performance. They stripped and grabbed maternal flesh. Little fingers covered Georgette’s pendulous breasts and vied for space in her asshole.

Roger came up to her head and offered her his dick which Georgette greedily sucked off in record time. She sucked and swallowed, then motioned Don over. He came even quicker. She fingered little Tabatha’s ass with one hand and Kay’s pussy with the other. Stevens family members came in waves as they traded places.

Every boy got to fuck his mother. Kay and Tabatha got their pussies eaten by their mother. Julie never relinquished her lip-lock on the pussy.

When the last wave hit the shore, they all fell into a slump. Julie was the only one still dressed and the only one still busy, lazily licking a spent pussy. Georgette had to gently push her head away in order to sit up. As soon as she was settled, Julie returned to licking, pushing the knees out wide.

Georgette stared at her daughter in awe and said, “You can’t get enough, can you?”

Julie shook her head, no, but kept licking. Kay said, “You were right, Mom. She’s a cunt-sucking whore.”

Georgette smiled and moved the hair out of Julie’s face to better see what she was doing. She stroked the face and said, “Yes, she certainly is, but I must say, I do love having a cunt-sucking whore for a daughter. You’re a good cunt-sucking whore, aren’t you Julie?”

“Yes, Mother. Whatever you say. I love doing this.”

Georgette pulled her cunt lips open so they could all see the tongue working in the hole. She said, “We can tell. I’d prefer you did it in the nude.”

Julie stopped licking to look up. Georgette said, “I want you naked. I want you to do a sexy strip tease and masturbate for us. Do that, or stop.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very serious.”

“You want me to masturbate? Here? In front of everyone?”

“Yes. We want a show, don’t we, kids?”

They all eagerly chimed in. Julie said, “I can’t. I’d die.”

“Come, now, Julie. You’ve seen it done by a pro. Do it like Grandma does. Get nasty, real nasty. You know how. It’s either that, or no more slut pussy for you. Well?”

The taunts and jibs from the kiddie gallery started right in. Soon, they were chanting, “Fuck yourself, Julie! Fuck yourself!”

After being pushed back, Julie slowly gained her feet and stood before her eager audience, her face a mask of nervous anxiety as she weighed her options. With the others all naked the prospect of getting naked herself wasn’t that bad. It was the masturbation that immobilized her. When she saw her mother stroking her own pussy, teasing her with it, she decided that public masturbation might not be so bad either.

She began to sway in place to chants of, “Strip! Show us your tits! Show us your pussy! Take it all off!”

She began by undoing the buttons of her blouse, then tossed it off with a twirl and flip. She next dropped the skirt and kicked it free. She danced in her bra and panties after kicking off her shoes. She danced between her mothers knees and reached to the center clasp of her 34-C bra. When the cups came loose, she teased them off one at a time to cheers.

Julie was now getting into the act. She presented her bare breasts and rolled the long turgid nipples between her thumbs and fingers. She said, “Do you like my titties, Mom?”

“I love them, and so will your father.”

“He’s already seen them, lots of times.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. He’s my daddy. He has the right to look at them, doesn’t he?”

“As far as I’m concerned, he has the right to do anything he likes with you.”

“He feels that way, too. I don’t argue. I’m always a good girl, Mommy.”

“Has he fucked you?”

“Not yet, but he will. He told me so. Should I let him?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I should.”

“There’s your answer.”

Julie hooked her thumbs in the waist band and pulled down until half her shaved pubic mound showed, a clear sign that John had been there before. As her siblings crowded in cheek to cheek on both sides, she ignored them and said, “Do you want to see a cunt-sucking whore’s pussy, the pussy Daddy’s going to fuck the next time we’re alone?”

Georgette watched the band go lower to expose the start of her crack and said, “Why wait till you’re alone. Don’t you think we’d like to see a virgin get fucked by her father? You are a virgin, aren’t you?”

Julie went ahead and fully uncovered the topic of discussion, then as an after thought, took the panties all the way off. They saw a tight-lipped puffy pussy glistening with slick slime, bare as a baby’s behind, a virgin pussy if there ever was one. Julie used both hands on the edges to part the lips, exposing the coral pink interior before saying, “This is 100% virgin pussy you’re looking at, Mom. Daddy will be the first to fuck it, and you can all watch if you want to.”

Georgette reached out and ran her fingers over the virgin cunt, then sent one inside to check for herself. She said, “Nice and tight. You are a virgin. He’ll be so pleased. Now masturbate, you horny little whore.”

Georgette reached out, pulled the startled girl onto her lap, forcing her daughter to straddle her legs. She told Julie to sit high on her thighs and lie back. Georgette eased her daughter back until her head hung backward off her knees. She then fanned the girls legs wide, saying, “If you’re going to do this, do it right.”

Her siblings aided in keeping a good spread while looking right up her twat as she moved hands into action. One hand rubbed her clit as the other finger-fucked. Georgette taunted, “So you aspire to be Mommy’s cunt lapper and Daddy’s whore, huh?”

“Yes. I’d like that. That’s what I want to be, a cunt-lapping whore.”

“You will be, Julie. Slow down, girl. We have plenty of time. We have a lot to talk about. You’ve turned out to be quite a surprise. So, tell me, how long has your father been grooming you to be his little whore?”

“Well, I guess right after you and Grandma got real friendly. You know, when you two started kissing on the mouth, using your tongues.”

“About six months ago?”

“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, that’s when he made me strip all the way naked for him. Before that, he’d undo my blouse and look inside my bra. He’d also lift my skirt and look inside my panties. He’s been doing that since I was Tabatha’s age.”

“Interesting. So, how did you respond to this new development?”

“Well, I was scared and embarrassed, but I did everything he said. He had my lie on my bed crossways, like this. I was so embarrassed. I’m used to it now, though.”

“I’ll bet. So, when did he tell you he wanted a whore?”

“Last week when you started attending Grandma’s pussy.”

“And how did you react to that news?”

“Truthfully, not very well, but I tried not to let it show. He didn’t ask; he told.”

“So, you’re resigned to be his whore.”

“I was until a little while ago. Now, I want to be. I want Daddy to fuck my pussy, and I want everyone to watch him do it.”

“You’ll be fucking more than your father. He has friends, you know, lots of horny friends. He likes to share. If you want to be his whore, you’ll fuck who he tells you to fuck, when he tells you to fuck. Are you sure you want to be his whore?”

“Yes. I know what a whore is. He explained, but I knew. I already told him I would be. I’ll be a good whore for Daddy, I promise.”

“I’m sure you’ll make a fine whore, but are you willing to fuck dogs? He’ll definitely want to show you off if you’ll let dogs fuck you. He’s into that, you know?”

This slowed her down and made her think. She said, “Dogs?”

“That’s right, Julie. Dogs have dicks too, or haven’t you ever noticed.”

“I noticed, but…”

“Don’t tell me you never thought about letting a dog screw you?”

“Not really.”

“Come on, Julie. Every girl has. Don’t tell me you’ve never had a dog try to mount you, or hump your leg.”

“I’ve had them hump my leg.”

“There, you see. Dogs know there’s pussy at the top of your legs. Now, be honest. Didn’t you ever wonder what might happen if you were alone with a horny dog when that happened, maybe naked? Can you honestly say you’d push him away if no one was looking.”

“I don’t know. That never happened.”

“Imagine the situation. You’re alone in the house. We’re all at the beach. We’re looking after Grandma’s dog, Ralph–big ole dumb Ralph. You’ve seen Ralph’s cock dozens of times, haven’t you?”

“Yes. Kay likes to make him hard.”

Kay elaborated, “I jack him off, and she loves to watch me make him cum. She’d like to suck on his dick while I do it, she told me so herself.”

Georgette said, “He’s has a nice big one, doesn’t he, Julie?”

“Yes, but I never said that. She’s making that up.”

“I figured she was, but is it the truth? Did the thought ever cross your mind? Be honest.”

“Well, yes, I guess it did.”

“He’s one that humped your leg, isn’t he?”

“Yes, a few times.”

“He’s a horny fucker, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is, but Kay has a lot to do with that. She gets him all hot and horny then leaves him with us to deal with.”

“She’s a stinker, all right, but lets get back to this situation. Suppose you stepped from the shower, and because no one was home, you padded naked to your room and Ralph followed. You can see that happening, can’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Now, lets say Ralph comes up and starts licking your pussy. Would you stop him?”

“Maybe not.”

“Maybe not? Imagine that long tongue snaking between your legs. It feels fantastic. Would you stop him?”

“No.”

“Would you make it easier for him?”

“Yes.”

“Would you lie down on the bed and spread your legs wide for him like you do for your father?”

“Yes!”

“And when he jumps up and this nice big cock starts bobbing and poking around near your steamy hot pussy, would you push him away?”

“No.”

“What would you do?”

“I’d try to get it in my pussy.”

“Exactly. See, you’re a typical female. We’d all love to be bitches if we could get away with it. Now, Julie, are you ready to admit to us that you’d love to be a dog’s bitch?”

“Yes, I admit it.”

“Will you also admit that you’d love to have his cock in your mouth while Kay jacks him off?”

“YES! I’d keep sucking even while he cums. I’d suck and swallow all of his doggie cum. I’m dying to do that. I admit it.”

“Then it should be no problem for you to act like a bitch in heat to amuse your father and his friends then should it?”

“No. If that’s what he wants, I’ll do it.”

“We’d like to see that, too, wouldn’t we kids.”

All heads nodded. Julie said, “I’ll do it for you.”

“I’m going to bring Ralph over. Will you put on a good show for the family, a good doggie suck and fuck show?”

“OH, GOD, YES. I’M CUMMING, MOM! Oh, yesssss! Oh, God! Oh fuck! Yesssss…”

Georgette allowed Julie to slip between her knees and melt to the floor. She then got up and straddled Julie’s head and squatted, bringing her cunt to Julie’s eagerly sucking mouth. While hovering in the obscene squat, Georgette addressed the others in her Mother tone as only she could do in such a bizarre situation, saying, “Okay, show’s over. You kids get dressed and see that your chores are done. Mush!”

They mushed; she gushed; Julie lapped. All was right in the Steven’s household now that they were all bewitched.

The End

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