Demom’s Angels
by DiscipleN
— 6 —
Vanice laughed. “Beezub! what was that, a great dane?”
Tracy sat in the passenger seat frantically wiping her pants with tissues. “After the boxer and the dachshund, I thought we’d never reach your car.”
“Poor little wiener dog had to watch the big dogs nose into your crotch.”
“I’ll never get the slobber out of my panties.”
“Trust me. That won’t stop the guys I’m taking you to, from adding their slobber.”
“Just drive.” Tracy was already exasperated at her night out.
“Yessah, missus lady mistress.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re lucky I want cock tonight, instead of clerk.”
The club was a white box with colored lights splayed over the front, strobing to the music within.
They stepped in, bouncers parting before them like priests before a prophet. The volume instantly deafened them. Vanice led Tracy to a table already populated by three hunks, each a different color, none identifiable. They nodded and shook hands. The shortest, who towered over Tracy, took her to the dance floor. They boogied without touching, but the man’s eyes raped her continuously. The middle guy took his turn and took direct liberties. He kept saying something, maybe asking for permission. She didn’t bother to answer. “No” wouldn’t have stopped him. So far she was not impressed, but she was incredibly grateful neither had reached between her legs. The third tried. She was ready for it. She’d filed her index and middle finger nails until they could draw blood. She licked blood from her fingers. He stood up tall and smiled.
Wordlessly, the five of them agreed to meet at a hotel. Or maybe it had already been arranged. No. Vanice paid in cash. It was a nice place, overlooking the water. Their ‘suite’ had two beds and little else. Vanice didn’t pay for more than Vanice needed.
“John, Paul, and Nick, meet Taris. She’s a bored wife married to a stupid black man who has the biggest dick but an arm full of holes.
“I don’t ride that shit.” Paul coughed.
“Ice cream, only.” Nick nodded.
“I’m here to fuck.” John rubbed the scabs on his wrist. His eyes hadn’t stopped smoldering since he’d seen Tracy lick her finger nails.
She’s all yours, boys, but her clothes are mine to ruin. If you leave one mark on them, I’ll tie you up in a circle, cocks in asses.” Vanice winked back at Tracy. “Their dicks are probably big enough to make that work.”
Tracy was taken three ways, almost at once. Her stockings took to tatters, but her perfect outfit escaped all harm. Paul kneeled at the head of a bed and dragged her face to his eight inches, while the short one, Nick, crawled slowly under Tracy to aim nine up her primary. She sucked Paul, eagerly anticipating more cocks.
A thick finger drenched in lube worked into her ass. John smacked her butt hard. “A bitch like you must have a cunt the size of La Brea. I’m going in tight.” She couldn’t see the cock revealed behind her, but if his fingers were proportional, she’d never again strain to shit. She’d cum twice during his ‘foreplay’. When his battering ram pushed into her behind, she screamed in joy and almost suffocated on cock.
“Bitch likes that, John.” Paul rocked his prick in and out of Tracy’s throat. “Damn, I like this!”
When Nick was finally in position to fuck proper, he fisted his meat but positioned it cautiously. With her skirt hiked up around her waist, he couldn’t see pussy, but he could fuck one blindfolded. His trick was raking clit and probing deep at the same time. Nine inches of tennis ball canister caught lips and all, when he fucked.
Tracy had almost forgotten the third party. Her ass and mouth were squashing and tugging her brain like an accordion of lust. She rubbed her engorged clit, unaware it was getting in Nick’s way. A fist sized cock knocked her hand aside. It’s piss hole caught her clit, and he rammed the massive prick into her cunt.
Tracy leaped and shrieked! Three hard cocks popped clear when the house mom launched off the bed and fell hard on cheap carpet. She’d never experienced that much pain! Not even when giving birth to her son! “That FUCKING HURT!!”
Vanice raced to her. “Honey!” She glared at the men. “What the fuck’d you do?”
Paul and John glared at Nick. They were friends, but not that friendly. Nobody messed with them getting off.
“Shit! I didn’t do nuthin’.” Nick slid to the side of the bed, wary of the other men. “Maybe she ain’t had proper meat before.”
“I-it’s okay, Vanice. I think I know what happened.” Tracy grunted and covered her crotch with a hand.
That didn’t stop the concerned woman. She pulled Tracy’s hand away and looked.
“Oh, my, WHAT IS THAT?” Her eyes exploded.
The housemom would have sighed if she hadn’t groaned from lingering pain. “That used to be my clit.”
“It’s red and twisted, TWO INCHES OF IT!” Vanice’s hand flew to her mouth.
The guys instantly crowded around.
“Beez!”
“Dang!”
“That’s fuck’n sick, woman!” Paul appreciated it.
They helped her up. Her legs kept splayed, and she held her skirt up around her waist.
“I can only guess, that Nick’s cock caught my little lady and bent it backwards when he fucked into me.”
“If that’s anything like breaking a cock…” John whispered.
Three men shivered in sympathy. “I’m seriously sorry-” Nick began.
“Let me.” Vanice dived in. “I’ve seen big clits before. I’ve seen tiny dick. I’ve fucked and sucked them all. But that don’t look natural, hon.”
Tracy bit her lip. “Whatever it is, I have own it.”
Her boss put an arm around her and hugged, sitting beside her. “I don’t think you can take big cock with something like that.”
“Nick,” Tracy reassured, “It’s not your fault.”
He shrugged “I know.”
Paul punched him.
“Ow! Fuck head.”
“It was good head, until you broke the bitch.”
John was blunt, like his tool. “Are we gonna bitch or fuck?”
That made Tracy smile. “Vanice it’s not your fault either. I didn’t know.”
“If I had known, we never would have left your house.” The black woman slurped her tongue across her lips. “The best dishes are the ones that surprise you.”
“John, before you go humping the shower drain, I did enjoy what you were doing. Maybe in a couple minutes we can finish.”
“Nah, I’m okay.” He frowned good-natured-ly. His cock glistened with shit speckled lube.
The three were getting soft.
Vanice took care of them. The voluptuous, black woman played a three piece band. A symphony erupted from every part of her body. She proved that all the slut suits in the world were no match for pure talent. “Ahhh, that was good scratching.” The victor lounged in the arms of her exhausted lovers.
The three men wished Tracy well. Then Vanice took her home.
“Warm cum wriggling inside. Nothing better for you!” She tooted the horn. Maise probably was sucking the boy’s cock.
They found the children in front of the living room screen. “Mom! Maise sucks!” Howie complained.
Mina giggled, “She beat him every game, all the games he’s any good at.”
Maise high-fived the nine year old. “Nobody catches Maise.”
“Wait until I get you home, Daughter.”
“Sounds special.” The eighteen year-old winked. Cunt ripened cum was a delicacy for her.
Minutes later, Tracy, Howard, and Mina stood alone in their living room. Two smiles crept over two shining faces, finally alone with their mother, her perfect clothes, and her wrecked stockings.
“Uh, Mommy’s not feeling so great, right now.” She limped slowly to her room.
Smiles vanished. Two worried children ran to her side. “Mommy?” “Mom?”
“I’ll be okay, in the morning.” She smiled, but she was exhausted. “What would you like for breakfast?”
In her room, she didn’t want to lock the door but felt she had to. She’d warned them with as much love as she could muster. “Your mom didn’t have fun tonight. Nobody has fun tonight, sweethearts. Get to sleep.” They were good kids. Sympathy cured their greed until morning.
Tracy eased back on her bed and sighed loudly. It was a sigh like a malfunctioning dishwasher.
“In your dreams, Toots.” The demon’s presence wafted around her like a haunting red mist.
“So, ‘a little more sex’ means ‘no more big sex’. Clever.”
“Shucks, thanks. You took a wish from a demon. I’m pretty good at my job.”
“You fix a mean dishwasher too.” Tracy smiled at the mist. “You forgot one thing, though.”
The mist instantly solidified. His red body coagulated, footlong prick at the ready. His horns gleamed sharp. “How dare you suggest-”
“It’s true.” The housemom gleefully interrupted. “You forgot that you’ll never be able to fuck me.”
The demon exploded with laughter! Literally. His red mist danced lively in the bedroom air. “You’re all right, Toots!”
“No, I’ve got a broken clit.”
“Nah. It’s just sprained. You’ll be fine, with time and the right attention.”
“How’s my husband?”
“Can’t talk. Gotta run.” The mist receded. “But before I’m gone, I should warn you. Don’t take advice from meddling priests.” There was no humor in his voice.
“Mom?” Howard woke her by pushing on her shoulder.
She blinked from sunlight spilling through a crack in the curtains. She saw her pajama’d boy standing by her bed. “Internet?” He’d found how to unlock her door.
“SHEE, all you gotta do is poke a nail in the hole. If I’d known that sooner.” He smiled and reached under her lamé.
“No! Honey, that’s were I’m hurt.”
“Mommy?” Mina had stood quietly at the foot of the bed. She climbed on and up between her mother’s legs. “Open the curtain, Howie.”
He complied, not sure what to think about his mother’s revelation. Light poured into the room.
“Oh. It wasn’t all red before.” Mina sounded like a doctor.
“Let me look.” Howard bounded over.
Tracy looked at the ceiling. Sprained. Huh. She thought.
— 7 —
It didn’t feel too bad that day. Sunday. Her children were perfect angels. They played video games and she took them out for lunch. Come evening, they watched cartoons and a fantasy movie. It was quickly bedtime.
Before drifting off to sleep. Tracy thought of a plan. Two darlings snuggled under the covers with her. Unable to lock her room, she might as well welcome them.
Monday was a whirlwind. Tracy’s infirm appendage hardly bothered her. Kids were fed and dropped off at school. The day at work was professional but quiet. Vanice looked concerned, but she refrained from starting that conversation. She gave Tracy light work. Tracy performed while formulating a plan. There had to be a way to keep her kids and possibly Vanice from taking control from her. Clit still stinging from its accident, its lure for regular masturbation, abated. Her mind was free to consider other life options than becoming a fuck toy for anyone who touched her there.
She wrestled with alternatives until late afternoon, when her children politely entered the store and remained polite.
Then it was time to catch the bus. The seats were full, but there was plenty of room in the aisle. Halfway to home, the man wearing his turbin boarded. Today he was also wearing a cold mask. It had odd lumps behind it, as if he’d knotted up some of his beard and had stuffed it behind the mask.
A few minutes later, she repaid his fierce eyes with a curious look. “Not feeling well?” She asked softly.
Instead of answering, the imam wheezed, as if breathing were difficult.
“My goodness. I hope it isn’t serious.”
The man looked around, until no one was watching him. He pulled the top of his mask down and revealed his face. Stuffing the imam’s mouth was his husband’s dick, alive and throbbing, balls hanging on his chin. Tracy wasn’t sure how she knew it was his husband’s. She also knew that a certain demon had decided to gag the man’s guidance.
A little sex began to loom large.
The shock from seeing the imam’s curse gripped Tracy long after he exited.
“Mommy. We get off here.”
“Let’s go, Mom.” Howard helped her step away from the bus.
Sitting in the living room, while the children attended their homework, Tracy felt sick. The great plan she’d weaved all day, was suddenly useless, pointless. What could a housemom do against the wiles and powers of a demon?
The children found her sitting in the living room, silent.
“We’re gonna make dinner.” Mina told Howard.
“Huh?” He wanted to ask if Mom was okay. His sister pushed him into the kitchen.
Tracy heard pans rattle and dishes clank. They were like the cogs in her brain, knocking around with little effect.
Smells came to her. Her appetite sank. At one point, Howard and Mina walked her to the kitchen table and she ate. After more dessert than meal, Mina wiped her mom’s mouth with a napkin and kissed her.
Tracy blinked. “I’m okay.” She remained at the table.
“Scoot back, Mommy. I’m gonna check.”
Howard helped his sister take down their mother’s panties.
“It kinda looks okay.” Howard said.
“Did it tilt like that before?”
“When it’s soft, it does.” She told them. Their mom reached a hand between her children and into her crotch. She brushed her clit gingerly. It didn’t react, at first.
“Ohh, there it is.”
“Mmmmm.” That feeling. It was still there. Tracy pressed more firmly. “Unnnghh.” She moaned.
Mina giggled. “Can I play with your fire truck?”
“It’s a fuck-” She spoke without thinking. “I’m sorry, Honey. It’s a clit which is part of my cunt.” She took a deep breath. Her expression was almost a smile. “You can play if you’re nice.”
Howard watched his little sister pet his mother’s delicate protrusion. He took down his cutoffs and briefs and gripped his boner.
The mom’s boy masturbated in front of her. The daughter gently rubbed her mom’s pussy prick. The dreary colors of that afternoon gained a sparkle. She closed her eyes and let her other senses take over.
She discarded all thoughts of her plan. This experience was new, and it somehow seemed right.
“I love you, my dearest boy and girl.”
“We love you, Mommy.” Mina sank to her knees and pushed her face between her mother’s legs. She started licking the fully engorged tidbit, wrapping her tongue around it with the sweetest caress.
“I-I love you, M-mom!” Howard gurgled. “CUmming!” He shot hot white goo into his sister’s hair.
“Ick!”
“I’ll wash it out, before we go to bed, Honey.” Tracy purred. A lever switched in her brain. The children could fully control her.
This time the feeling didn’t overwhelm her. Her orgasm rose like a sea swell and lifted her canoe. It didn’t crash into her mind, scattering rationality. It soaked her thoughts with joy. She came and saw stars. They were pinpricks of light, as if a black universe had been punctured in thousands of places. She sensed a barrier had been broken.
“Mina, can Mommy feel your cherry?”
“Huh?”
“She wants to put her finger in your puss.” Her brother explained.
“Um. Okay.” The tart stood up and disrobed as if she were scraping burns off of toast.
Tracy rubbed her daughter’s slit. When she felt moisture spread to her finger, she pressed inside.
“Mommy!”
“Did that frighten you?”
“It feels strange, Mommy.”
“Of course. I can feel your cherry, Sweetheart.”
“What’s that?” Her mother’s finger had reached not far and stopped. The girl felt an interior pressure, nothing worse.
“It’s not important, really. I was just curious. Do you want me to stop?”
“I dunno.”
“Let her feel you, Jellyhead.” Howard dared. He was starting to feel something, again. He looked down and grinned.
Tracy focused her attention on her daughter’s well being. She began to finger fuck Mina with careful strokes. She rubbed the little girl’s perfectly sized clit and sank through the sensitive lips of her cunny.
“Oh, Mommy!” Something inside her was tingling. It tickled, but not like the belly tickling Howard gave when he fought with his sister.
“It feels good?” The boy asked. He took a napkin from the table and wiped drips of cum from his half-hard dick head. His mother slurped her tongue across her lips.
“Howard, is that for me?” She maintained her finger jig across Minna’s slit and clit. She opened her legs and hunched forward on the chair. “The only person who ever fucked me, was your dad.” Nick’s disastrous insertion did not count, she told herself. She saw her son’s inflating prick and remembered it’s measure. It was almost five inches and about as thick as a kielbasa.
“Oooh, Mommmy! I can feel it.”
Tracy felt her daughter’s early, autonomic tremblings. “Don’t fight them. Don’t think of anything else.” She increased her fingers’ pace to a trot.
Howard’s jaw hung open. Was this real? His hardening dick sure was! His mother’s hairy pussy, with two and a half inches of raw flesh sticking out of it, was entirely unreal, but he’d fuck a mirage of his mother’s cunt given the opportunity. The boy moved between his mother’s legs and kneeled slightly to align the head of his full prick to his mother’s cunt.
“I’m real wet, Howie Honey, but come in easy.”
“Okay, Mom.” Did she have to call him, Howie? He rubbed his mother’s slit with his cockhead. It felt wonderful, slick and silky. His dick twitched with delight. Howard cooed.
“Now push yourself inside Mommy.” Tracy said in a trance. The part of her that wanted to disbelieve what was happening, its warnings faded from her mind as the mom’s son inched his young cock between her wet pussy lips. “That’s right, the way your daddy use to.”
“Oh, Mommy!” Howie gasped at the sensation of peeling apart his mother’s vagina with his erect penis. His hand steadied it. He grinned and gratitude filled his face. “It feels-”
“Good, yes!” Tracy groaned, capitulating absolutely to her aroused child.
“Mommy, this feels good too, huh?” Mina didn’t want to be left out. She grabbed her mother’s hand, to ensure it wouldn’t escape her tingling folds.
“Yes, Mina.” Tracy flashed her daughter a big smile. “You’re a wonderful little girl. Mommy wants you to feel good too.”
“It’s does, Mommy!” Mina beamed. The little girl continued to pet her mother’s stiff, protruding clitoris.
Howard had closed his eyes. He wanted only to feel the inside of his mother’s dripping cunt with his young cock. The warmth and pressure was better than anything he’d ever felt!
Tracy didn’t even care that her son remained still, inside of the passage that birthed him. Her daughter’s innocent touch sent soothing waves through her mind. It and a hard dick was all she needed.
The three, incestuous family members reached a joyous stasis. The pleasure they shared leaped from hand to clit to cock and back again. To close the circle, Howie put his hand on his sister’s mouth, and he stuck a finger in it. “Instead of whining, Mina, suck and lick this.”
It was a bold move, Tracy thought, not something that came naturally to children. Her heart ignored how unnatural their relationship had become, but something about her son fingering her daughter’s mouth pricked at her, lightly but more sharp than the sweet, blunt boyhood in her drooling snatch.
Mina accepted her bother’s request. She considered it silly, but maybe fun, something new to try. Her mother’s finger, fucking in and out of her baby slit, made the child particularly susceptible to suggestions.
When her sister performed fellatio on Howie’s finger, his body reacted on its own. His hips pulled inches of dick out of his mother’s pussy. Withdrawal felt amazing! His body reversed and pushed the boy’s escaped length back into the hot nest needing it. That felt even better!
“Oooo, you’re fucking Mommy, Howard!” Tracy delighted. Her son’s young length and size seemed perfect for her. It was too small to catch her clitoris that was half its length. Together, her boy and girl were fulfilling her original wish for “a little extra sex.” These darling children gave her twice the joy one might imagine from their small frames.
Howie repeated his act of pulling out of and pushing into his mother. She swooned loudly. He barely heard her over the electric crackles sparking up from his slurping cock. It felt even better the third time, his body wanted more. Faster the next time and faster still, he plugged his mother’s sex with eager inches of prick.
Tracy’s fingers quickened their pace in Mina’s cunny. She hummed and gurgled, and she sucked on her brother’s finger hard. She licked it faster. That made him fuck his mommy, in and out at a steady pace.
“Oohhhh, Howie, th-that’s almost as good as your father!” Tracy blurted her husband’s name, calling out to him for forgiveness.
“Oh, Tracy, how I’ve missed you!” Howard’s voice changed. It was deep but distant, like an echo had escaped the boy’s mouth. “I can’t believe I’m even here, doing this to you! I’ve suffered an eternity.”
Tracy’s eyes flew open, her hand faltered at her daughter’s snatch. That voice! It couldn’t be. She stared at her son. His eyes were glazed over. His body pumped young dick steadily into his mother’s weeping pussy. The mother released her daughter’s wet slit, and she grabbed Howie by the shoulder’s. “It can’t be!” She yelled.
Howard shook his head. His body lurched out of the hot slit accommodating his vigorous thrusts. “What’s the matter, Mom?”
“Mommy?” Mina was frightened. Her loss of joy was unimportant compared to a sudden fear for her mother and possibly brother.
Tracy heard her son’s question. It was her son’s voice. She looked back and forth between her children’s worried eyes, feeling lost, expressing it to them through her eyes. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what, Mommy?” Mina asked, concerned.
“That voice,” Tracy pressed, “From Howie’s mouth.”
“I didn’t say anything, Mom.” Howie assured.
“He was just grunting and stuff.” Mina remembered.
Tracy sat back in her chair. Her cheeks flushed. “I-I must have imagined it.”
All parties sensed that their moment was over. Tracy was careful to kiss and hug them while they rearranged and returned their clothes to proper places. “I’m sorry, darlings. You made Mommy really happy.” A knot of uncertainty gripped the truth of her words.
Howie scratched his head. He had really, really liked fucking his mommy, but maybe it was better, would be better when she let him go all the way. It seemed certain he would have another chance. “I want to play games.” He told his sister.
“Okay.” Mina mulled over her mother’s rejection of her baby pussy. Had she done something wrong? She welcomed her brother’s distraction. They ran off into the living room. Tracy applied herself to cleaning up their mess in the kitchen.
“Mommy wants to sleep by herself, tonight.” She told them. She begged them to let her alone for one night. She promised they could sleep together the next night.
After their mom shut her bedroom door. Mina struck her brother’s arm. “You meanie, what did you do?”
“Hey! Ow.” Her accusation hurt more than her little fist. Howie defended himself. “I didn’t do anything. She told me to fuck her, remember?”
“I should have bit your finger.” Mina pouted and stormed away to her bed.
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