Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2016 18:53:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Making Ricky a Bitch (Bixesual, Incest, oral, anal, Fetich, b/MmFF) Bisexual Incest, oral, anal b/MmFF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2016 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Making Ricky a Bitch By Wolf Mother gave my bottom a swat with the palm of her hand as she lectured me about the sinfulness of my behavior. She had caught me playing with a big erection for an 11-year-old boy, and with my face buried in the crotch of one of her long-line- foundation undergarments (a combination of brassiere, corset, and panties in one item) she had recently deposited into the soiled laundry basket. After my punishment my mother was a card- carrying Roman Catholic and insisted that all bodily functions, including, but not limited to sex were wicked. I was ushered into confession that following Saturday afternoon, with instructions that I had to confess my vile behavior to our parish priest. I went into the confessional, as required, but said nothing of my wicked desires. Mother was the disciplinarian of the family, despite the fact that she was a petite woman, barley five-feet tall and less than one hundred pounds. I craved her attention, her touch, her scent, sharply defined sense of presence. I worshiped her and followed her around all of the time. Until that occasion she didn't object to my nearly constant companionship. Mother's wiliness, indeed eagerness, to employ both the rod and belt invoked in my psyche to connect sexual pleasure and corporal discipline and humiliation. My father was just under six-feet tall and was easily double my mother's weight. He was the nurturer of the family. We lived in a small town in South-Central New York, called Groton. I was the youngest of three children. My brother, named Scott, was 10 years my senior and my sister, named Donna was just under eight years older. They had very little influence in my development. My birth was a biological accident. I was the ops baby. Mother was forty years old when I came long and my father was forty one when I came long. I began to experiment more and more with mom's undergarments, which were so wonderfully full of HER scent. Why such a petite and thin woman would wear constrictive foundation garments remains a mystery to me, but to this day I have a fondness for them on man or woman. I tried almost desperately to spy on her whenever she was in the shower or bathroom and my father was not about. It was not only that I wanted to see her naked, though of course I did, it was more of a craving to witness her during intimate moments and performing private functions. One Friday afternoon when I returned home from school mom was seated on the sofa, just inside the front door, waiting for me. Beside her was a pair of pantyhose and bra which I'd hidden in my closet. Next to those articles was a thin, black-leather belt that she often wore with her slacks. It was folded in half, within easy reach. Even as my stomach rose in my throat I felt my heart racing with excitement. Mom's voice was so calm and unemotional that I was genuinely frightened. She demanded an explanation for the pilfered undergarments. I fumbled for an excuse, then lied that I hadn't "played with myself" but promised to reform my behavior never-the-less. Mom picked up the belt and stood up with her legs spread, like a drill instructor. My fear of the belt over whelmed me. I began to plead for leniency. I confessed to having taken her undergarments with the purpose of indulging my wicked desires. I didn't even know yet what my wicked desires were; only that I found all things about her exciting. I confessed that to her as well. She seemed to soften. She demanded that I tell her if the two items she'd set on the sofa were my entire collection. A thought occurred to me that I could test the extent of her search of my room and state that nothing remained. It took me a moment, but after a hastened moral struggle, I confessed that I had taken one more item that morning. Mom followed me into my room. I produced from my desk drawer a carefully wrapped Kotex (feminine sanitary) pad that I'd taken from the bathroom trash just before leaving for school that morning. It was giving off a decidedly more pungent odor than it had that morning. Mom's face reddened. She snatched the pad from my hands, spun me about and began to whip my bottom with the belt. Mom never swore at me, she didn't call me disgusting things or threaten to disown me, only that my behavior was sinful and my invasion of her privacy needed punishment. My jeans cushioned my flesh just enough to prevent real damage, but mom's fury did not subside she had stripped me of my pants and underwear and flogged my butt with the belt until I was sobbing and pleading for mercy. It wasn't until mom had stopped whipping me and suddenly stormed out of the room that it occurred to me that she hadn't restrained me in any way during my punishment. I'd also had my first ejaculation. I had cum on the wooden floor of my room. That night I awoke to a sound coming from my parent's bedroom that I don't recall ever hearing before. More peculiar, when I carefully opened my door and peeked out of my darkened room I could see into their room. A small light illuminated them. Mom was on her back, her bare arms raised over her head. In this position she appeared to have almost no breasts, only two very elongated nipples that my father was alternatively sucking and biting. It occurred to me that she almost appeared to have a boy's body. The focus of my attention quickly shifted to my father. He was wearing a condom over the largest penis I had ever seen. My young mind couldn't conceive of exiting the room. Dad's cock disappeared repeatedly into my mom then reappeared as he thrust forward and back. I watched the look on mom's face as my father's erection slid in and out. I felt an overwhelming lust and pain of jealousy. I wanted to be mom. I fancied myself underneath him. When he collapsed on top of her, I slipped back to my room. It was only a matter of time before I was in the tub bathing and Dad came in to piss in the toilet. As he stood there cock in hand I couldn't take my eyes off of it. He noticed the way I was staring at it. When he finished pissing he turned towards me and walked to the tub and stuck his cock right in my face. There was nothing to do but open my mouth and accept it into my mouth. I sucked and he fucked my mouth until he shot a load in my mouth. I swallowed everything he gave me. When he was finished he left the room, without so much as a word. Nothing was said after that. It was a couple of months later that Mother announced that she needed to return to her mother's home to look after her because she didn't have long to live. Dad and I drove her to the airport and saw her off. That night when it was time to go to bed, Dad asked me, "Why don't you sleep with me tonight?" The prospect of sleeping on Mother's pillow next to my Dad gave me a boner, even he couldn't miss it. After bathing I put on my pajamas and went to their room. When I went around to her side of the bed there was one of her nightgowns lying on the bed next to him. He simply said, "Put it on!" I was sporting big wood sticking out of the fly of my pajamas. I took the pajamas off and pulled the thin nightgown over my head. I could smell her perfume and body odor on the nightgown. When I got under the covers I discovered that Daddy was naked and sporting a boner about seven inches long. Dad flung back the covers and rolled over on top of me. He reached for the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant, and applied a generous portion of the stuff all over his cock. Then he lifted my legs up and placed the heels on his shoulders. Then he stuck two greasy fingers up my ass. When he was satisfied I was lubricated enough he guided the head of his cock to my little pinked puckered asshole. It hurt when he forced his cock into my ass, but I bit my lip to keep from making any noise. I was basking in the fact that my father was fucking me like he did Mother. I listened to the flesh of his thighs slapping my butt as he fucked me. He fucked me two more times that night before he had me suck his cock clean. Every night for two weeks I would put on Mom's panties or nightgown before Daddy would fuck me. I got used to being fucked and loving it. When Mom called to tell us that she was coming home and her mother was feeling better Dad and I washed the laundry and bedding to get my smell out of her clothes. When she got home she had a lot of ripe undergarments in her suitcase that went into the laundry hamper. I got a chance to pilfer a couple of her soiled panties again. It didn't take her long to figure out I had taken some of her panties. This time when she confronted me she made me produce them and put on a pair of her panties and lie across her lap while she spanked me with a hair brush. By the time my butt was inflamed I was crying like a baby. She got furious when I ejaculated in her panties and cum soaked through wetting her nylons. One time when Mother was out shopping Dad had me bend over so he could fuck my ass, and Mother walked in on the sight of my bare ass being fucked buy Father. She was dumb struck for a word to say what she was thinking. Several hours later she came to my room with a complete ensemble of her clothes and made me put them on. Then she drug me into Dad's man cave and mad me prostrate my elf over the arm of his leather wing backed chair and she flipped the dress over my back and pulled her panties off of my legs and stuffed them in my mouth as she demanded that Daddy fuck me. Dad got up and without a comment and took out his cock and shoved up my ass, as she stood there watching me being fucked. When I looked up she had a wicked smile on her face. Mother announced. "From now on Ricky will dress in girl's clothes when at home and service Father's base desires!" When she wanted to embarrass me she would make me dress up as a girl and accompany her shopping for our clothes. She took delight in making me show her women friends my clit and cunt. They delighted in putting on strap-on dildos and fucking my mouth before fucking my ass. When I would cum they would howl, "Look at the little bitch squirting her cum on the floor!" One of her friends had a son a few years older than me. A marriage was arranged so that I would be his wife. I was a happy girl getting fuck regularly by my husband, Mother, Mother-in-law, Father and a few other nasty old women. 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