1 comments/ 123238 views/ 19 favorites Hanna Dunkirk, Incestuous Lesbian Slut By: JoeVWade My mama taught me well. She taught me pride and self-respect and how to take care of myself. She taught me that there's a good side to everybody, and that you should always look on the bright side of life. She taught me all about women's lib and feminine hygiene and all that "Our Bodies, Our Selves" kind of stuff. But she also taught me lots of things that none of my friends' mothers ever bothered to tell them. She taught me how to suck thick cocks -- I mean, really thick cocks, ten- and twelve-inch monsters -- and swallow them all the way to the balls, without losing a single drop of cum. She taught me how to finger a woman's pussy to orgasm through her panties in a crowded elevator. She taught me that piss is good to drink, and there's no shame in fucking total strangers, and when you take on five men at once, it's called "being airtight." I might be the luckiest eighteen-year-old girl on the planet. But even if I'm not the luckiest eighteen-year-old in the world, I think it's a pretty safe bet that I'm the bustiest. In that I take after Mama. Mama wears what they call a "JJ-cup", which I think is just some kind of made-up size they have when you go right off the scale. All I know is that they're about the size and shape of watermelons, and almost as heavy too. (Although when it comes to taste, not even the sweetest watermelon in the world compares to my mama's juicy tits. Mmmmm... My mouth is watering just thinking about them.) Well anyway, mine aren't quite JJ-cup material, that's for sure, but I've got it all over the other girls at my school who are still straining to fill B's and C's. All of the sucking and the tugging and the weights on my nipples have certainly helped. I'm probably a respectable H-cup right now, although some of that is from the baby. Oh yes, I forgot to mention, I'm almost six months pregnant. By my mama. I'll explain that in a minute. The point is, I'm packing quite a lot more than your typical teenager under my bra, when I bother to wear one, or under my blouse when I don't, and there are plenty of times when I don't bother with one of those either. It's pretty pointless to cover them up at all in my high school. My entire gym class has been treating them like public property ever since they started to sprout. Some days go by where the class doesn't even make it out of the locker room, and everyone just takes turns squeezing and caressing and pinching my tits for forty-five minutes. Ever since the milk started coming in, it's only gotten worse. Now in addition to three dozen curious teenage girls, I've got the gym instructor, half a dozen teachers, the principal, the school nurse and the superintendent all sucking down a mouthful whenever they get the chance. (Mama wasn't pleased when she found out about this. She just couldn't believe that all of these girls were taking liberties with my breasts and didn't even have the courtesy to consider my needs. Half an hour in the Principal Laura's office with a purple spiked strap-on dildo that squirts fake jism changed that in a hurry. Now the gym teacher assigns one girl to pussy sucking duty and one girl to ass licking duty every day. I tell you, getting your pussy and ass enthusiastically sucked really makes breast-feeding three dozen thirsty teenage girls a much better experience. Just another example of what a great mama I have.) You'd think that with all this attention, my grades would start to suffer. But you'd be wrong. Mama has told me a thousand times that I won't be able to count on good looks and huge tits to get by forever in life, and that I need to be prepared and well-educated. (Of course, if you ask me, my fifty-four-year-old grandma's cunt tastes just delicious, and she's still sucking off her landlord every week instead of paying rent. But I'm not going to argue, I like studying.) So I've gotten straight A's for three semesters running, I have half of the twelfth grade class sucking my tits every day, I know what fresh cum tastes like dripping from pussies and assholes, and my mama got me pregnant by fucking me with a sperm-filled strap-on dildo. You might call me the all-American girl. Now about that pregnancy. I suppose I've put off talking about it long enough, but Lord knows it's not because I'm ashamed. On the contrary. It's just that it's a long story, and I always get wet in the middle of telling it and have to rush off and finger my pussy. Anyway, here goes. Mama wanted to make my eighteenth year really special. She wanted to give me a gift to top all gifts. (That's just the kind of mom she is.) But after the extravaganzas of the past few months, there really wasn't much left to give. On the day of my eighteenth birthday, after hours of my shameless begging, mama finally let me take off her panties and give that fragrant, dripping, slippery, fleshy pussy of hers a thorough eating. (She even smeared an extra-gooey slice of birthday cake all over her cunt for extra flavor. Not that she needed it, but what girl doesn't like a little bit of icing?) Two months later, I sucked off a roomful of grown men and women who were mostly mama's friends and acquaintances. You never saw a bigger smile on an eighteen-year-old girl before, and you probably never saw a belly so blissfully full of fresh piss and cum and pussy juice either. A month after that, mama taught me how to pick up strangers. We went down to the Pussy Cat Club off Main Street and dragged men out into the alley for hours. I remember that when the clock struck midnight, I was sliding a thick black cock the size of a cucumber out of mama's ass just in time to catch several slimy mouthfuls of creamy cum down my throat. (Yum. Like my mama always told me: waste not, want not.) You might have noticed that you haven't heard anything about actual penetration. And that's because I had decided to save my virginity for someone special. Yes, up until I was eighteen and a half, I had sucked more cocks and reamed more pussies than most sororities; but despite all of that, my hymen was still intact. I think mama was a little curious about who I was saving my cherry for, although she insisted that it was my decision to make as to who and when I wanted to lose it. She had lost hers to her own father the instant she turned legal, and so she had never really had time to sentimentalize it. But she must have figured that I was saving myself for someone special. And I was. I was saving myself for mama. Of course, I didn't tell her that at first. Up until the day I turned eighteen and a half, mama thought that I wanted to lose my virginity in a massive orgy. And so she planned accordingly. In fact, she pulled out all the stops. She invited thirty-five men with the biggest, thickest cocks, all of whom she could vouch for in the sack. She brought along all of the women in her sewing circle. And she even arranged to bring Grandma down from St. Louis for the weekend with a pussy full of fresh cum. But right before the party started, I took my mama aside and kissed her and told her that there would be a change of plans. I remember the scene like it was yesterday. Mama and I were standing in the hallway outside my bedroom, and the light was soft and romantic coming from the kitchen. We were dressed in nothing but panties, and we had been French kissing passionately for about ten minutes, our massive tits rolling up against each other. My hands had worked their way inside her panties and I was squeezing the huge, soft moons of her ass. And then, as I slid my middle finger into her sphincter up to the second knuckle, I whispered in my mama's ear that I loved her and I wanted her to make me pregnant. Mama just stared at me for a moment in surprise, confusion, and not a little bit of joy. She said she would do anything to please her baby Hanna, anything in the whole world, but getting me pregnant was a little beyond her abilities. Nonsense, I told her. Here's what you do. You go into the kitchen and get a mixing bowl. Get down on your knees, gather all the men around, and help them fill up the bowl. Heck, you might want to drain Grandma's cunt into the bowl too. Then you go get your purple spiked strap-on dildo, the one with the squeeze pump that squirts out that fake jism, and you fill it up with that big bowl of creamy sperm. And then you take your eighteen-year-old daughter into her bedroom, lay her down on the bed, climb between her thighs, make sure her cunt is all nice and gooey and ready, tell her that you love her, and fuck her pussy with that dildo over and over again until you fill her up with sperm. You sure that's what you want, baby girl? she asked me. I pulled my middle finger slowly out of her tight ass and held it up to the light between us. It was slick and shiny with mama's ass juices and cum, though whose it was I never asked. We shared that tasty glob in a long, passionate French kiss the likes of which you never saw in your life. That's exactly what I want you to do, mama, I said. And that's exactly what mama did. Of course, we can't be absolutely certain that it's mama who impregnated me. Even though she took my virginity and pumped me full of enough sperm to knock up my entire high school class, after a few hours I broke down and started fucking my way through the thirty-five men and the sewing circle anyway. And by the end of the night, I had learned that piss is good to drink, and there's no shame in fucking total strangers, and when you take on five men at once, it's called "being airtight." Oh, and I haven't forgotten Grandma with her sloppy wet cunt dribbling out pints of warm, spicy cum. Mama had to find somewhere to smear the birthday cake, right? I told you, I have the best mama in the world. Don't you wish you had a mama like mine?