I have been the object of other people's lust since my earliest memories. My
early childhood was speckled with adult and juvenile encounters. Most only
wanted to touch me, some just looked. I was a pervert magnet. I got more than my
share of obscene phone calls. From the time I was twelve, men would call and ask
for me by name. I took the calls, fascinated by the things they said. I learned
all about sex from the telephone. Dad and Mom never acted suspicious and handed
me the phone without question. I'd have to listen more than talk, or pretend it
was a teacher. In my early teens, it got really bad. When Dad realized what all
the calls were about, he threw a fit. We changed phone numbers four times, each
time throwing Daddy's insurance business into a tail spin. He finally put his
foot down and said, 'No more.' When I was fourteen, he sat me down with Mom at
the table and laid down the law. He explained that after trying everything to
stop the calls, including fruitless tracing attempts, he was through fighting
it. He said, "As long as you parade yourself the way you do, you will continue
to draw these perverts. I don't even blame them anymore. From now on, you are
going to deal with this problem. I'm putting a private line in your room and
referring those calls to you." Mom put up a slight protest, but Dad was dead
serious. In truth, I was responsible. I knew what drew them to me. Mostly, it
was my hair. I have the fullest head of fluffy, auburn hair that comes clear
down to my ass and shrouds my head like a lion's mane. I have sexy green eyes
and full lips that I like to paint a deep sultry red. I also wear skin tight
clothes that challenge our school's liberal dress code. I'm a small person, and
my breasts aren't really big, but on my body they look big. I refuse to wear a
bra. My tits just don't need the support. My tits are firm upstanding mounds,
and I love the effect they have on men and boys who gaze at their shape and the
outline of my nipples. My nipples are difficult to hide, even if I wore a bra.
Relaxed, they are the size of half-dollars, with tips the size of pencil
erasers. When I'm thinking sexy thoughts (which is most of the time), my nipples
tighten-up and look like Hershey's kisses resting on my mounds. I love the way
my tits look in thin, tight tops. My legs are the ultimate. I'm a gymnast and
very limber. I'm the only girl I know that can kiss her own pussy. I have
demonstrated this to a few close girlfriends, and they were very surprised (and
turned on, I might add). My sexy legs, which are always bare, drive men crazy. I
also wear my skirts exceedingly short. Our school dress code requires skirts to
be no shorter than mid-thigh, but I own several that barely come below my ass.
These, I wear to places like the mall, public parks, or to simply stroll the
neighbourhood. I call this trolling for trouser trout. So, Dad had a good reason
for doing what he did. Mom couldn't say much, because she supports my decision
to flaunt my body while I still have it. They keep a close eye on me, so they
weren't too concerned. Frankly, I was thrilled at his firm announcement. Nothing
excites me quite like hearing a guy tell me in the basest terms what he'd like
to do to me. Even the weird ones excite me. I especially like talking about my
pussy. I can make a guy cum just by talking about my cute little pussy. With my
phone by the bed, I can lie on my back with my ass to the headboard, place a
pillow under my head, and draw my legs back over my head until my pussy is right
in my face. In this way, I can describe what I'm seeing and doing to it.
Sometimes, I hold the mouthpiece close while sucking noisily on my clit and
making yummy sounds. I'm usually naked in my room, usually on the phone, and
usually masturbating. My room has no door lock. Mom knocks sometimes, but Dad
never does. He'll walk right in, pretend to look for something , get a good
eyeful, and walk out. Mom is at least a little subtle. She'd give a quick rap,
open the door, peek in, take a peek, and if she sees me masturbating, will
quietly back out saying, "It can wait," or "I'll just be a minute," then gather
dirty clothes, or put away clean ones. Shortly after my phone got installed, I
hung up on a caller Dad had given my number to. I just wasn't in the mood. The
guy called Dad, disturbing him a second time, and complained. That night, at the
dinner table, I got a mandate to handle my calls and not hang up on them. He
went on to say that since I got them excited in the first place, I should have
to follow through and finish what I started. Actually, this took all the burden
off me. Before that, if I got disturbed, I felt compelled to hang up. After
that, I never did. That's when Mom began popping in fairly regularly. The first
time she decided to stay was the most memorable. I was getting into position,
stark naked. I wanted to try something I discovered doing gymnastic exercises.
One day I found myself with my head in my crotch, staring at a split in the
inseam. I had just scooted my ass tight to the headboard and placed the pillow
under my head when she popped her head in the door. I looked back at her
startled eyes and cupped the mouthpiece, saying, "Mom, I have a caller. You know
what Dad said. If it's really important, you'll just have to sit and wait for me
to finish." She took my hint, eased into the room, quietly shut my door, and
gingerly sat on my bed just behind and to the right of my head. I did not pull
my legs over at first. She'd never heard me do much nasty talking, so I was
quite excited. I talked to the guy, repeating his words, getting us both hot and
horny. He was a nasty one, saying, "I want to shove my ten-inch cock all the way
up your horny little twat and pump your womb full of my sperm. I'd make you
pregnant with twins." I said, "I don't think my mommy would like you to do
that." After repeating his words and my response, I cupped the mouthpiece,
peered over to Mom, and quietly said, "I'm trying to get him off." She excitedly
waved me on. I said, "You'd actually make her hold my legs apart? You'd make her
put it in? Well, if you really do have a ten-incher, she probably would. Mom
likes watching the big ones fuck my tiny pussy." I looked at her, rather
sheepishly. She gave me a sign of encouragement. I went on, "Yes, she used to
tie me up with my legs way out and let her big-dicked lovers fuck my pussy. Now,
she just orders me to strip and assume the position." By this time, I ignored
whatever he said and put words in his mouth. He became quite confused and just
listened after a while. I said, "Well, I suppose I could." I cupped the
mouthpiece and said, "He wants me to get in the position." She nodded and told
me to go ahead. That's when I drew my legs over my head and placed my knees far
out even with my ears. This surprised her, but the sight of my pussy resting
right over my face made her gasp, "Oh Jesus!" I said, "Yes, it's right over my
face. I'm looking right up my hole. Yes, I can lick it. I can almost reach my
butt hole. Okay, I'll lick it for you." I then began lapping at my cunt. I
sucked my clit while holding the phone to it. I made lots of slurpy sucky
noises. I took a break. Mom was agitated, breathing heavily. I couldn't see, but
I know she had her right hand under her dress and inside her panties. I said,
"Yes, I'll describe it to you. It's all pink and wet on the inside. My inner
lips are real stretchy. My outer lips are puffy. My clit is bright pink and
sticking up between my lips. I have tiny golden red hairs on my pussy lips and a
cute little patch on my mound." As I described everything, I used my fingers to
manipulate the objects. I knew Mom wanted closer, so I said, "Just a minute." I
cupped the phone and looked to Mom, saying, "I need both hands. Can you hold the
phone to my ear?" "She gladly reclined with her head behind mine, unthinkingly
reaching for the phone with her right hand. When she brought it to the side of
my face, her wet fingers touched my cheek, the corner of my lips, and my nose.
The feel and smell of my mother's sopping wet fingers wildly excited me. I drew
back to get a good look, then looked at her. She was so embarrassed and started
to switch hands. I grasped her wrist and kissed her fingers. I licked them,
watching her knuckles turn white. The guy on the phone was going nuts, wondering
what happened to me. I stopped my licking and said, "Well it takes both hands,
you know. Okay, I'm looking inside." I used the index fingers of both hands to
enter my hole and pry out. I told him what I should be seeing, but Mom had moved
up to peer inside, blocking my view. I thought she was going to put her face
right in my snatch, but she just wanted a good look around. If she was looking
for my hymen, she was six years too late. That fell victim to a hair brush
handle. She settled back with her cheek over my forehead. I said, "Yes, this is
how Mom likes to see me get fucked. She likes watching her boyfriend's big,
hairy, wet balls drag across my face while they're fucking me. She also makes me
lick their cocks while they're fucking me. When they cum and pull out, she gets
off on watching their sperm fall in my face. I catch the last dribbles on my
tongue. She uses her fingers to scoop up the cum and put it in my mouth.
Afterwards, I have to suck my own pussy while they stand around and laugh. That
did it. He came. I put the phone to Mom's ear and she heard him groan and
excitedly describe sperm flying everywhere. The phone went dead. She reached out
across me to hang it up. Her left breast mashed my face. I gave it a friendly
nip, making her squeal and bounce back. She settled back, saying, "Well, it
looks like I'll have to be more careful around you when you're working. You have
a very vivid imagination, young lady. If your father heard any of this, he'd
die. Oh, the reason I came in here..." I stopped her, saying. "Mom, I'm not done
yet." "Oh! Of course. Please finish. It can wait." I fastened my mouth to my
clit, entered my hot hole with three fingers, and pounded away. I brought myself
off in less than a minute with Mom's face hovering near the action. My love
honey flows from my cunt after a good cum. She watched me lap it up as it ran
down my clit. I finished with a long deep suck to my hole, then collapsed my
head into the pillow. I gasped, "Wow, that was a good one." Her face was right
over mine. At first, I thought we were going to kiss. Then her head turned to
take in my cunt. I thought she might kiss it; I hoped! She just stared while
breathing deeply of my sexy musk, then slowly eased back until resting on one
straight arm. She said, "That was quite a performance, Tiffany." I said, "I'm
just doing what Daddy wants." "You don't have to explain to me, sweetheart. And
believe me, he's very happy that you are. He promised not to ask any questions
so long as the calls stop. Tiffany, I couldn't help noticing. You aren't a
virgin. You're not meeting any of these guys, are you?" I swung my legs and spun
around. I sat against the headboard with my knees drawn up and my legs splayed
wide. I jammed three fingers in my cunt and started fucking my pussy, boldly
smiling at her surprised expression. While lewdly fucking myself, I said, "Why
would you ask a thing like that?" We both giggled. I slowed to a gentle stroking
through my lips and said, "I've never been fucked with a real cock, but I've
been fucked by everything in this house that even remotely looks like it will
fit." "That doesn't surprise me." "I know what would" She raised her eyebrows.
"I found your dildoe and I've been using it." "Tiffany! You little sneak. Now
you're embarrassing me." "What's the matter. Isn't Dad fucking you enough?"
"That's none of your business...and, no!" "I could get lots of guys to fuck if
you'll let me watch." "Tiffany! You are not on the phone now, and I'll remind
you, I'm your mother, a married woman, and I don't fuck other men. Even if I
did, I certainly wouldn't do it in front of my own daughter." "Why not, you
played with your pussy in front of me." This reminder brought a deep blush to
her face. She rose and said, "I came in here for something. Oh yes. I'm about to
do laundry. Is there anything you want thrown in?" "The usual, there in my
laundry hamper, as usual." Embarrassed and self-conscious, she gathered my
clothes, went to the door, paused, turned, and said, "Let's not have any more
discussions like this, okay?" I stared at her in friendly defiance, then got up,
walked to the end of my mattress near her. I spread my stance, leaned back,
reach out behind me with my hands until my head rested between my feet. I
widened my knees and used my fingers to pull my cunt lips open, and said,
"Aren't you going to give me a kiss good bye?" "Oh, Tiffany! You're terrible,
simply awful. The things you say to me, honestly." She stared for a moment, then
eased out. You may wonder why, as sex crazed as I was, I was still technically a
virgin. I don't know why, really. I suppose if the right guy had come along, I
wouldn't have been. The right guy didn't come for another year. Another factor
is that, as young and inexperienced as I was, I knew the real thing could never
live up to my fantasies. On that score, I've been dead on--it still doesn't,
twenty years later. I did develop a mad desire to watch Mom get fucked, though.
I befriended a good looking man in his early thirties, a neighbor that lived two
blocks down. He always watched me pass by while hand watering his lawn--though
he had a sprinkler system. I stopped to small-talk with him. Before he could
tell me that he had no kids, I said, "If you ever need a sitter, call my private
number, 555-****." In fact, I repeated it three times. I listened for his voice,
and after a week I got a call from him, an obscene call. He tried to mask his
voice, but I knew it was him and played along. I got him hooked on calling me.
We had a regular time--four thirty every Wednesday. All the while this was going
on, I teased Mom mercilessly. She avoided walking in my room if I was on the
phone, but after a call, I'd seek her out and give her a vivid blow-by-blow. If
Dad wasn't around, I'd follow her, naked, and assume the lewdest poses, often
shoving my cunt in her face and masturbating. She'd make an embarrassed fuss,
but do nothing about it. If she was busy preparing dinner at the counter, I'd
hop up and straddle her work space, thrusting my cunt obscenely in her face.
She'd make a face and pull just far enough away to avoid contact.. I preferred
to hold my clit at nose level, fractions of an each away, taunting, "You want
it. You know it. You want to suck my cunt, don't you, Mother?" She wouldn't suck
it, but she wouldn't deny it, either. No matter what she did--reading, watching
TV, napping, or washing dishes--she had to tolerate my cunt in her face and my
lewd taunting. She grew to accept it, to surrender. I especially enjoyed
catching her napping on her back--feigning sleep. I'd step up and straddle her
head, squatting low to masturbate, dripping my juices in her face. At any point
I could have simply pulled her face into my crotch. She'd have done the rest.
She wanted me to do just that, but making her do it on her own was my goal.
Before long, I could simply get into a provocative position and pull her head
into place, knowing that when I released it, she'd remain until I was finished.
Later, all I had to do was spread my legs and call her. She'd come and put her
face in my crotch. My favorite position was my fantasy fuck position. That way,
I had the best view of her breathing in my musk, and because I couldn't see what
her hand was doing, she freely masturbated. I wouldn't let her reach a climax,
throwing her off and spinning out to catch her shamefully drawing her wet hand
from between her legs. I'd mock and tease her, sending her dashing for her room
and her dildoe. It was never there, always hidden. She'd be forced to return,
shame-faced and ask where it was, giving me further opportunities to shame her.
I'd eventually get it and dance just out of her frantic reach, making her chase
me about the house. When I figured she'd had enough, I'd stop and make her get
on her knees and beg for it. By that time, she would drop and immediately start
begging. Experience taught her what to say, what I wanted to hear. She knew to
start by expressing her need, using the dirtiest words. After that, she'd
describe her most recent encounter with daddy, going into minute unsatisfying
detail. In this way I got all the intimate details of their sex lives. I knew
their positions, his cock, his fantasies. He likes to talk dirty to her while
fucking. I learned that he got off on forcing me to take obscene phone calls,
and got a hard-on whenever he answered one and gave the guy my number. I learned
that Dad gave my number to clients to win business. That with one, he listened
in on an extension while I brought the guy off after describing and licking my
pussy. Once I got all I wanted, I'd present her with her rubber lover and watch
her dash to her bedroom. I knew she'd return it to her usual hiding place
between her mattress and box springs. Oh, I tried to get her to do herself right
there, but my mother is shy with her body. Even with me, even after all this,
she still kept herself modestly covered. She has no reason to be shy. She looks
terrific. She looks a lot like me in the face, but without the full head of
hair. Hers is blond and cut short. Her body is neat and trim, but she's a foot
taller. She has big titties that Dad loves to mash together and fuck. I wanted
Mom's body as a sexual plaything and she knew it. I was just on the verge of
winning it. too. The clincher was Dave, my neighbor guy. I came right out and
told him that I knew who he was and called him by name. There was a long
silence. He grew to accept the situation, grew confident. We arranged to meet at
his place the following Wednesday at our regular time. It turned out that his
wife volunteered at the Red Cross for four hours from four until eight. I let
him take nude pictures of me in any pose he wanted and sucked his dick three
times. Before leaving, I told him of my plans for him to fuck my mother while I
watched and took pictures. He was very uneasy about that, especially about the
pictures, but after two weeks, he agreed to help. At the same time, I had coaxed
Mom back into the bedroom, especially to hear his call. She was intrigued that a
neighbor, one that she'd noticed, was one of my perverts. What intrigued her
most was when I told her we talked mostly about her. When I told her that I had
him convinced that she was the biggest, horniest slut in town, she got all
flushed and excited. When I told her that Dave wanted to fuck her, I thought her
knees would buckle. At four thirty on Wednesday, Mom followed me into my bedroom
and posted herself by the bed. I let the phone ring five times before picking
up, bringing a puzzled look to her face. She was ready to answer it herself. I
said, "Hello. Hi, Dave. No, I was downstairs watching Mom fuck the pool guys.
She had a big black stud in her snatch and was sucking his partner. No, she was
standing, bent over. I got to guide his twelve-inch black python into her steamy
cunt. I was standing behind the white guy, jacking him off while she sucked his
dick, when you called." Mom's expression was priceless. Dave knew my mom was in
the room with me and he was just to listen. I said, "Yes, she has big tits. You
want me to describe them." I made a frantic motion with my free hand indicating
for her to quickly show me her tits. She stared with fright. I motioned with
great flourish and immediacy. Mom nervously fumbled with her top while I
stalled. She ripped two buttons and flopped her right tit out of her bra cup. I
said while staring hard at it, "Yes, they're cow udders, but silky smooth and
creamy white. They look like they're always bursting with milk." I indicated to
uncover both, and she did. "You can see tiny blue veins near her nipples. They
are normally silver dollar size." I licked my finger and rubbed my nipple to cue
her. Immediately, she stimulated her nipples, roughly twisting and pulling them
to further stiffness. When she had them nice and stiff, she held up her tits and
awaited my description. I said, "They were erect when I left her. They perk to
little cones like big Hershey's kisses, begging to be nibbled. Of course, I've
felt her tits." I hooked my finger, drawing her close. I reached out with both
hands while cradling the phone in my neck. I roughly squeezed and molded her big
mounds, then slapped them around, saying, "She loves when I knock them around
and make them jiggle all over her chest. I've been nursing off Mom since I was a
baby." I sucked first one, then the other. "She likes when I bite her nipples,
too." I bared my slightly parted teeth and poised with expectation. Mom
hesitantly moved her right nipple to my mouth and, using both hands, guided it
between my teeth. I gave it a sharp bite, making her wince. She pulled out and
cautiously gathered the left, insinuating it. I gave it a harder bite and held
on, making her dance in place until I let go, smiling. She didn't smile; she
rubbed her nipple. "Oh, yes, her pussy. That's the best part." While saying
this, I motioned for her to lift her skirts. Mom paused only briefly then
gathered her skirts up high with one hand and began shucking down her panties
with the other. With her panties at her knees and her dress held to her middle,
I gazed at her lightly-colored hairy muff, saying, "Her pussy is like a furry,
fluffy animal, wild and untamed." I waved my hands, trying to get her to get
free of everything. She instantly drew the dress over her head, yanked down her
panties, and removed the bra. She stood before me, naked in her shoes. I laid on
my back with my head lolling over the edge, looking up her body. I reached a
hand between her knees and pushed out. She separated her knees so I could see
between her legs. I said, "Her cunt lips are long and hairy. Her inner lips hang
out by an inch." I rubbed, pinched, and tugged her clit while she tottered
closer. I said, "Her clit is long and fat like a fat baby boy's dick." I gave it
a few more pulls, saying, "Yes, she's remarkably tight considering how many men
use her as a sperm bank.." I then insinuated my two middle fingers up her cunt
hole and spread the fingers apart, saying, "She does cunt exercises. She makes
me insert two middle fingers and I spread them apart. With her pussy muscles,
she squeezes them together." I could feel her trying to squeeze, but she didn't
win any prize. Three months later, she could, though. With my two middle fingers
deeply up her cunt hole and my thumb pressed firmly to her pubic mound, I had
her in a firm grip like a bowling ball. I pulled her up tight until her knees
hit the mattress on either side of my head. I removed my fingers and stared
right up her cunt, saying, "Do I eat her pussy? I came out of that cunt fourteen
years ago and she's been trying to shove me back in, head first ever since." Mom
seemed to like that a lot. She got her knees onto the edge of the mattress. She
moved them out wide and the splayed crotch settled close over my face in open
invitation to match action to words. I had other ideas. I took her right hand
and placed it behind my head and said, "When Mom decides she wants her cunt
licked, she grabs me by the back of the head and just shoves it in there. There
is no saying no. " I felt Mom's hand tighten and quickly said, "I think she's
finishing up down there. Hang on a second. I'll go check." I moved the phone out
of the way and waited. Mom hesitated, took a deep breath, then pulled my face
tight into her wet beaver. I went totally limp as Mom went mad, using both hands
to hold my head and humping herself on my face. I grabbed a breath whenever I
could, enjoying the feel of her hot fleshy cunt as it molded itself to my facial
features. My nose ploughed her wet furrow. Her maniacal humping twisted my lips
through her sex lips. Suddenly, she dove on my crotch. My head fell down as her
hands cupped the insides of my thighs. She pried my legs out and attacked my
pussy. I brought the phone up and said, "Actually, that was a lie. I was just
teasing. If anything, I'm the one that uses Mom's face as a fuck rag. I'm the
one that can put her head between my legs anytime I want to." I heaved Mom away
and climbed up, settling in a seated position with my back against the
headboard. Remarkably, Mom's face never left my cunt as I moved. With my knees
widely parted, and a pillow under my ass, I sat back and watched her nuzzle up
and start slavishly licking my crotch. I said, "In fact, she likes to start by
rubbing her face all in my cunt. It's her way of letting me know who's in
charge." Mom wasted no time and, like a subservient lackey, she painted every
pore with my juices, even her ears. I watched her work with great satisfaction.
I knew I had my toy. She knew it to. I said, "She also fucks where, when, and
who I say. I'm the one that offered those pool guys a piece of Mom's ass. I made
her strip and bend over. I stuck the dick in her cunt and her mouth. Do you want
to fuck my mother, Dave?" Mom stopped her cunt loving to look up at me with
doleful, pleading eyes. I said, "You do. Well, here, talk to her." I shoved the
phone in her face and gave her a stern, menacing stare. She shook her head while
pleading with her sad eyes. She looked ridiculous with her face all wet and
shiny. After a few seconds, seeing no reprieve, she took the phone, brought it
to her ear and said, "Hello. Yes, I'm Tiffany's mother. Yes, I know who you are.
Yes, yes it's true. I, uh, yes. If she tells me to, I will. Yes, any way you
want. Okay, here she is." I accepted the phone and waited for her to return to
my cunt. She was intent on my response. I said, "Don't worry, Mother. You'll get
your cock, now go back to licking." I waited as she nestled back between my legs
and stared back with hungry eyes. I said, "Jesus, you'd think the slut would be
satisfied with two, but no. Just the thought of another pair of balls to drain
into her body has her all excited. I think she'd fuck the pall bearers at my
father's funeral. Hell, she'd fuck a pony at my wedding. Hey, that's not a bad
idea. No, I won't marry you; you're already married. You can come to my wedding,
though. While I'm having a piece of cake, you can get in that long line behind
the best man, the one with the pony at the end, and have a piece of my Mom." Mom
went nuts and began attacking my pussy. I had to slow her down, saying, "Woah,
horsy. That's a delicate instrument. It's not like yours." She slowed. I said,
"Sure, we'll be right down." I hung up the phone and pushed Mom away, saying,
"Throw on something simple. I'm taking you to get bred." She threw a shift over
her naked body and followed me out to the car. Minutes later, we parked a few
houses down from Dave's. Mom was very nervous and clung to me, looking guiltily
all around. I said, "Well if this neighborhood had any doubts about what we are
going to do, you sure dispelled those. Why don't you just shout, 'Hey everybody!
I'm on my way to commit adultery.'" We were met at the door by Dave, wearing
only a towel. He ushered us inside and dropped the towel. His eight-inch boner
rose to salute us. I pushed on Mom's shoulders, saying, "Well, you know how to
greet a man. Get naked, get down, and suck it." Mom nervously knelt, but I had
to divest her of her shift. I took his cock and the back of her head, and made a
union. I watched her lips flow over his crown. For the next two hours, I
photographed them in every conceivable position. She freaked at the first shots,
but once Dave buried his dick in her cunt, she became a great model, posing and
smiling for the camera. A week later, I showed those pictures to dad. I showed
them right after I told him that if he ever used me as a whore to sell his
stupid insurance without paying me, I'd call the police. I also told him that he
better never say anything to Mom about what she does. That night, I came down to
dinner, stark naked, with my hair fluffed and teased. Dad could not keep his
eyes off me. After dinner, I demonstrated my control over Mom. With her head
between my legs, I looked at dad and said, "I won her, fair and square." All he
could do was nod.
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