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11-year-old Jared came downstairs one Monday morning to the sound of sex and swearing resounding from the bottom storey. He rubbed his sleepy eyes with one hand and scratched at his scalp under his blond hair with the other, before running it down his smooth, still hairless preteen belly to his crotch where his proud preteen prick stood up a respectable-for-his-age four inches, engorged with blood and urgent with the dual needs to cum and piss. As per usual in the morning, he had to pee so as he came down the stairs he let it go, his young erection bobbing as it let a thick spray gush all down the steps, soaking the carpet as the boy rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Mommy let her dominant sons mark their house the same they marked their mother and sisters as their personal possessions, cumdumps and urinals, though she referred it when they pissed inside their mother or sister cunts or throats. It made less mess that way.
When Jared come through the foyer to the dining room he saw his mother in the kitchen, preparing breakfast while his oldest brother, Patrick, fucked her cunt from behind with his teen six-inch cock. Well-used to being used by her perpetually-horny sons whilst going about (or attempting to) her routine housework, the twenty-five-year-old single mother, who still had a tight young body (which she always kept clean-shaved and fragrant for the benefit of her boys), dexterously flipped pancakes, clad only in a skimpy frilly pink apron, full breasts bouncing, full ass jiggling, flaming scarlet hair clinging damp to her panting lips, as her eldest son’s hairy crotch slapped against her fulsome thighs and shuddering asscheeks. And if the odd pancake ended up on the tiled floor, well, that was just collateral damage.
Janice Holman, only in her mid-twenties, still had a svelte and fragrant young physique, so much slimmer and smoother than the other saggy-titted wrinkle-twatted old bitch-mothers of the other kids at school. Everyone at Jared’s school was jealous of how hot their mom was. But only they got to stick their cocks into her holes and piss their cum into her. If only the other boys knew, they’d be infinitely more jealous!
Whenever their mom came to pick them up wearing her signature crop-tops and mini-skirts (no underwear underneath, of course), Jared could see the other boys’ jaws drop, eyes widen, and pants visibly bulge. And their dads, too, of course.
As Jared watched, his now piss-free, but still cum-full young cock juddering against his belly, his big brother drove his prick into their mom’s welling twat with furious thrusts, making lines of clear slick like drool swing from his balls and drape over their thighs, his freshly-slicked black hair flying all over his forehead. Jared could see by the shirt and shorts that lay discarded behind him that he was already dressed when he came downstairs, to no avail once he caught a whiff of his mother’s ripe cunt. No matter what their mom was doing, her sons wasted no time bending their mother or one of their youngest sisters over the nearest solid surface to rail them ruthlessly whenever the urge took them—and it took them often, several times a day, horny young lads that they were. Their Mom had taught them no different.
Patrick the only one of the brothers who had the beginnings of facial hair, dark stubble spouting on his cheeks and above his upper lip, which Jared knew he was proud off, even though mother tsked at him and told him it looked untidy, and Kalarah, their little sister, fussed at how it scratched her face when he kissed her, or her cunny when he ate her out.
Jared couldn’t wait till his cock was as big as his, and could shoot a cumload as big and as far. Whenever he put his cock in his mother or sister after his oldest brother had spunked in their cunts, it felt like his wiener was swimming in sperm, like a submarine.
Jared went to sit down at the breakfast table, which was already set with cereal, milk, orange juice, fruit, bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast, which their mother had evidently manage to make even while unable to keep her horny sons off her ass and out of her cunt. When Jared pulled a chair out, he saw his younger sister Kalarah kneeling naked (all the females of the household were required to be nude, or nearly so at home when indoors and there were no visitors, for ease of access for the young men of the family) except for a bow in her hair on the floor, throating Jared’s brown-haired twelve-year-old middle brother, Quentin, proud young prick, which was a girthy five inches and growing. Kalarah, who at six years old had been taking her brother’s cocks for enough long hard years that she knew better than to scream by now, in fact the little slut had come to rather enjoy having her supple slick throat and puffy pink hairless pussy being pounded to its raw red limit.
All three boys big for their age, and proud of it, their cocks bringing both pain and pleasure to their mother and sister’s fuckholes.
Jared poured himself a glass of milk and idly jerked his still-hard shaft as he watched his big brothers roughly using their mother and sister. The sounds of skin slapping on skin resonated from the kitchen as Patrick fisted a hand in her his mom’s red locks, yanking on it viciously as he bent her back into the arch of his fuck, dominating her totally even though she was his mother and an adult more than a decade older than him. Meanwhile Quentin slurped nonchalantly slurped cereal with one hand whilst he brutally gripped Kalarah’s yellow hair with the other, pulling her face on and off his saliva-sloppy cock with total carelessness, like a fleshlight. The sounds of her desperate gagging and choking, coughing, turned Jared on, sounding so dangerous like the slutty little twat was about to asphyxiate on the horny cock of her brother, double her age. The boys carried pumping their thick young cocks into their mother’s juicy wet cunt and young sister’s innocent prepubescent face, caring for nothing but their own pleasure.
Janice Holman had raised her sons from the moment they came out of her cunt to be powerful and claiming when they took females, slapping them, spitting on them pulling their hair, choking their throats and verbally abusing them, to heighten their pleasure and teach the cunts their place, to be true masculine chads, like the series of men who had impregnated and abandoned her ever since she first got knocked by a much older and bugger husky linebacker up in the back seat of an old Chevy parked up in a lover’s lane, at the tender age of thirteen. God, he’d had a cock like a bull, a stud, a stallion, a God! And from the feel of it ripping up her womb, so would her eldest son—hopefully! Ever since puberty he’d seemed to grow an extra inch every year. She prayed that would keep up till he was eighteen!
She groaned from the kitchen, ‘Mmpphh—the pancakes are almost ready, boys---mmpph! Oh, fuck! Honey, you’re hurting me.’
Jared giggled at hearing his mom say a bad word, which she only did when one of her sons was fucking her. Other times, despite her slutty attire (or lack of it) and total whorish willingness to be used in any hole at any time, she acted the part of a prime demure housewife, and even naughtily let her sons slap her whenever she said a bad word, instead of a swear jar.
Her teen son Patrick grinned savagely, ‘I know, cunt. Fucking take it. Stupid useless fucking whore. Watch out I don’t your fat skanky tits in the fucking frying pan, listen to em sizzle. Fuck yeah, take my fucking cum!’
The freaky bitch she was so perverted she even came from his depraved threat, moaning like she was dying. And Jared could tell from Patrick’s sudden spate of even more filthy cursing, and louder growing, that his ball’s must be swelling, taut belly rippling, cock jerking as it fired wad after wad of his white sperms into his mom’s slut-tramp belly. At his age, he might even get her pregnant, with a baby child/grandchild.
Meanwhile, as Quentin finished his cereal he pushed up his glasses, drained his cup of orange juice, sat back in his chair and used both hands to pull Kalarah by her ears fully onto his cock till her nose was buried in his crotch, bruising hard against his pelvic bone, which at his age was only sparsely-furred. He held her on there for a good minute, hissing and swearing quietly as he came. Jared could see the frothing cum bubbling out from around her lips, and even from her nose, as she struggled to swallow down his first load of the morning, her sinuses all gunked up with spunk, hell, even her very brain swimming in it. Literal cum-for-brains, haha! But she was a good bitchsluts and had learnt to like her big brother’s using her, as callously as they abused her.
Meanwhile, however, young Jared’s poor prick was shivering in the cold, very much unattended.
‘Mommy my peter’s hard and it’s got no one to screw’, Jared grumbled.
‘Oh—unh—SHIT—uh, you can use Prissie, hun’, Janice said as her son jackhammered into her with an extremely rapid pace as he flexed his dick and forced out the last ropes of his jizz, inundating her fertile womb. ‘She’s free at the moment. Just be careful when you take her down from her highchair, ok?’
Jared turned to his youngest sister, brown-haired Prissie, who at only eight months old was still a toddler, still only a baby, really. But that didn’t stop her being FUCKED like a grown whore, in this house. She was sitting in a cheerily-painted highchair on the adjacent side of the table, making a mess with her mucky sloppy baby food.
Her older brother Jared yanked away the mashed banana she was eating, ignoring her outraged cries and stood up, standing over with his hard young dick waggling under her wrinkling nose. So obscene to have an erect male organ thrust in the face of a little babe in arms, so fucking HOT!
‘Hewwo, Pwissie? You wanna suck my dickie, Pwissie?’
He tried to make an airplane noise and guide it into her mouth but she jerked her head away, grizzling. The little cunty brat hadn’t yet been taught to like the ‘milk’ that came from her big brother’s weenies when they came. Since she was too young to be taught how to (or made to) give a proper blowjob, and even her gummy still mostly-toothless mouth could hurt when she decided to bite! (as all three of her big brothers had learnt through trial and error trying to shave their cocks in her mouth lol) So it would be the (even harder) way.
Jared instead put his hands under her armpits, roughly yanked her up out of her chair, pulled the erotic lacy pink panties her mother dressed her in, despite her infancy, and aligned his young cock with her teensy little (but not virginal, not in this house, lol) babytwat. Despite being not that big a deal in the grand scheme of schlongs and dongs, his sturdy stiff three inches of his growing boyhood were plenty big enough next to a tiny infant to elicit a scream or ten when shoved in, all rude and blunt and rough and unprepared.
So yes, there was a rather piercing shriek when Jared sat down in his chair again and at the same time sat his baby sister abruptly down on his dick, the flexing boymeat punching through the pale plush cranny of flesh in a motion like a fresh deflowering, delving into her moist but still slightly dry depths, not all sloppy and used like their mother’s pussy, though that had a unique pleasure of its own.
As he buttered himself some toast, Jared kept one hand on her back, supporting her squirming, squalling form as he rocked his young hips, rocking her on his rigid rod as he ate. He ignored her sudden sobs and kept pushing, remorseless, relentless, oblivious to her wails of pain and the small amount of blood that soon welled from her white stretched twat where it struggled to engulf and contain his surging young erection.
Prissie wasn’t really used to being fucked yet, only being eight months old, and all. She cried whenever her older brothers raped her, whenever Jared shoved his hard four inches in her, more from Quentin’s five-inch cock, or Patrick’s six-inch-prat-sticker most of all. Especially when the brothers got impatient and remade her from both ends at once, or shoved two of their young wangs into her twat at the same time! Fuck, how she screamed and bled then! She was only tiny after all, and her sweet little cunny tinier still, like a baby flower. But Janice was insistent that both her daughter follow in her wanton sluttish footsteps as soon as possible. It was the only way to learn their proper place in the world as cum and piss disposals for men. Being forcibly fucked, even if at first it hurt her and she hated it, was the only way to learn. She’d soon get over the pain, like her older sister—and mother—had before her. Her big brother’s sexual satisfaction was more important than that she was a literal infant and not designed to take hard cock in her holes lol. Janice taught her boys to be rough and stern with their sisters—and any girl they raped—to teach them they were nothing but worthless fuckholes for men’s cock. The harder and oftener and younger and earlier they were fucked the sooner they’d get used to it, and start to like the pain and degradation, like Janice and Kalarah. It was totally wrong and wicked and immoral to teach men or boys to hold back or restrain themselves from groping or raping or doing whatever they wanted to bitches, and Janice wouldn’t countenance such attitudes in her house, under her roof. Her daughters would grow up to be cumwhores just like here, even if it killed them.
His youngest sister was so GodfuckingTIGHT! Jared, especially at his randy young age, felt his seed drawn up after his balls, inexorably into her depths which despite her tears were sluttishly clutching, clenching at his length, milking all his milk into her tiny baby whore-twat. He moaned as his wiener spasmed involuntarily, feeling jets of wet shoot out in the wider wet which surrounded his weeny. He knew they were both too young to make babies yet, but it was such a hot idea to imagine putting a baby in his sister who was still literally a baby herself.
And in fact, an even wickeder idea entered his head.
After cumming he found he had to pee again. All that milk he’d swallowed even as Prissy pussy swallowed his milk, needed somewhere to go.
His mother had given her sons permission to use her and her daughters’ vaginas as urinals as well as sperm deposit banks. Jared needed to pee and his cock was already lodged in Prissie’s cunt, so he just did it inside his baby sister’s cunny.
He sighed. It felt so good to let the warm wet go into that wet warmth. He held her securely in place on his groan to prevent any leakage or spillage, her abused swelling-up cuntlips falling a tight seal around his meat. Prissie fussed and whined even louder from the strange and unpleasant sensation, squirming in discomfort trying vainly to get off his gushing cock as her soft pink belly inflated with his young preteen piss.
The idea seemed to be catching. Quentin looked over to see what his little brother was doing and smirked approvingly. Kalarah had been hoping for a chance to get some breakfast herself before she went to school to have the male teachers bad touch her in class and the boys her age and older (even much older) molest her cruelly in the playground at recess. But no such luck, the only meal she’d get that morning would be healthy young boy-sperm, and she was about to get a big gulp of a drink to chase it down.
As he munched down a Granola bar Quentin lifted his smooth young legs and locked them behind her head to hold her in place as his cock splurted out piss all over her tongue and down her throat. She had no choice but to swallow it all.
Her spluttering, nauseated noises were so funny and the sensation of having her small wet young mouth bathing his boner as he filled it with pee was so nice, Quentin giggled.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, young teen Patrick still lodged up in his mother’s womb, felt he needed to take a leak too, from his coffee (after all, if he was old enough to rail his mother raw whenever he wanted, he was old enough to drink whatever he wanted). So like his baby brother’s he just did it in the open female orifice nearest to his hard-on.
Janice moaned from the filthy exaltation of being so dirtily used, feeling the wet fluid leaking out from where the tight inner walls of her cunt were stretched around his pulsing young dick and running down her legs to pull on the floor. She actually had another cuntgasm from the filthiness and depravity of what they were doing. For forms sake she tsked at her son when he pulled out and a cum-piss mixture flooded all over her formerly clean kitchen floor, which she had taken such care to polish (with her big bouncy tits and long lush hair, on her hands and knees under her son’s supervision) the night before.
Patrick slapped his mother smartly across the face, her lush red hair whipping to the side. ‘Get on the floor and slurp it up, bitch. Then go fetch me a fresh set of clothes from upstairs. Quick, whore, before I miss my bus.’
Janice whimpered from the pain of the slap, but obeyed immediately, instantly. Inside she was pleased and proud to know she had trained her oldest son up right, to be a dominant alpha male, which was just what her filthy sluttish cunt of a heart desired.