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Story #8 - "Fun House", from Family Affairs

	Let me tell you about my family and you be the judge as to
whether we're average or maybe a little far out.  To outsiders,
there's nothing unusual about us.  There's Mom and Dad, me and
my three sisters.  The older two girls are actually my
step-sisters.  They come from Dad's two previous marriages.

	As for me, well . . . .when Mom was a teenager in high school
she had a secret thing going with the principal, and he got her
pregnant.  I'm the result of the first fling of Mom's that went
on until her condition began to show.  The principal panicked
and left town.

	My early years were a little confused.  I got the idea that Mom
was my sister and that her mother was my mother too.  When she
got married, I was five years old.  I guess that's the first
thing that's unusual about our family, me having a very
attractive mother who is only eighteen years older than I.  The
family began almost ready-made, me coming along with Mom and the
two girls brought into the family by their father.

	Everything was pretty normal up to the time I was in my late
teens.  Then Dad was accused of embezzling company funds.  It
seems he lifted a hundred thousand dollars and hid it in a
numbered Swiss bank account.  The money never turned up, but Dad
got sent up for it.

	Shortly after he was taken away (the second night to be exact),
Mom told me she had no intention of spending years sleeping by
herself and going without sex, just because of his foolishness. 
Besides that, she said, I was already a pretty big boy and it
was high time I found out what a woman was for.  Starting that
very night I was sleeping in her room, in her bed, with her. 
Then she gave the girls and me to understand that we had better
not breathe a word to anyone about our sleeping arrangements
that is hers and mine - if we knew what was good for us.

	I'm all in favor of sex education.  It should be taught to boys
by their mothers, like Mom taught me.  I thought I was in
heaven, alone in her room with her, watching her undress in from
of me and then standing there in the nude, letting me gaze at
all her charms.

	But that was only the first step towards heaven.  Heaven was
later, when I had my head between her warm satiny smooth thighs
and my face in her cunt.  She held me there with her hands,
worried, I suppose, that I might find it strange and try to
back away.  But when she realized I loved the taste of her cunt
and scent that comes up from between the legs of a hotly aroused
woman, and that I would gladly stay there all night if she would
let me, she relaxed her hold and let me go to it.  The way she
moaned and cried out each time she sailed into an orgasm filled
me with a sense of power.  Especially when she ran her fingers
through my hair and told me how nice it was to have doing that
to her.  I felt I had her under my complete control, just by
eating her cunt.

	After a while, when she caught her breath, she showed me that
it worked both ways.  I'd have done anything in the world for
her after she started sucking my cock and licking my balls all
over.  And how thrilled I was to find that she loved sucking my
cock as much as I loved having her do it.

	But what was really heaven came after that, when I climbed on
top of her and shoved my prick into her.  Mom pulled my face
down to hers and kissed me with heat and passion.  Then with her
lips close to my ear she told me how good it felt to have me
inside her and how wonderful I was making her feel.  She said I
wasn't her little boy anymore, that I was a man now.  I was
fucking a woman and doing it as well as any man had ever done. 
She rolled her ass around beneath me, wriggling and squirming,
and she kept telling me over and over how good it was to have me
doing it to her.

	That got me so steamed up I began fucking her like crazy.  She
responded with the same amount of enthusiasm.  We went faster
and faster and she was into a climax even as I shot my load and
collapsed on top of her.

	Each night when I got into bed with her, Mom taught me
something more, until we had done everything we could possibly
do with each other.  We fucked in every position we could get
into; we ate each other in the sixty-nine position; she even had
me fucking her in the ass.

	Three months later she found she was pregnant.  That first
night, the first time I got my prick into her, I knocked her up.
She gave birth to a girl who grew up to be a beautiful young
woman who thinks she's my sister.

	As time went on, Mom found that what she had taught me, I was
in turn teaching my two sisters.  She didn't say anything.  I
think she even admired my endurance, looking after three hot and
horny females.  She figured it was time the girls learned about
fucking anyway, and it was better that they learned it at home,
from me, than with some uncaring clod who would blab it all over
town that the girls liked to fuck.  It didn't bother Mom if the
two girls and I screwed each other silly, as long as she was the
one I got into bed with every night.

	After a few years they sent Dad home because he had been a
model prisoner and all that.  They probably figured that when he
was loose for a while he'd go check on where he had hidden the
loot, to see if it was still there.  Then they'd grab it.  But
all that happened, as far as we were concerned, was that Dad
came home and started sleeping with Mom.  That was when I began
sneaking down the hall to get into bed with one of the girls
Janice one night and Caroline the next.

	Dad soon caught on to that and thought he was going to raise
hell about it, but Mom set him straight in a hurry.  She told
him if he didn't like the arrangements we had, he could always
move out.  We'd gotten along quite well without him all this
time.  He soon shut up and behaved himself.  But he didn't
behave for long.  Mom came home from shopping one day and caught
him screwing one of his daughters.  She gave him to understand
that if he wanted to fuck one or both of his girls, that was all
right with her, and that from now on she was sleeping with me. 
And that's what she did.

	Looking after two hot and passionate young women soon was too
much for him.  Maybe the years he'd spent in prison had a
bearing on it, too.  One day at the office Dad had a heart
attack and he was in the hospital for weeks.  While he was gone,
I looked after his daughters.  Dad was allowed home only on the
condition that he have no strenuous exercise whatever.

	So I was then the head of the family, and I fucked Mom and
girls so satisfactorily that none of them looked for it anywhere
else.  Today, in my thirties, I'm having a ball with my still
lovely mother, my two gorgeous sisters, and the
eighteen-year-old beauty who thinks I'm her brother.  Dad is
content tending his rose bushes.

	Do you think ours is a normal average family?

				Mr. A.S., Florida


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