Chapter 1

We used to be a normal family. My parents - Alice and George, my big brother Tim who was two years older than me, and my young brother Peter (Pete) who was two years younger than me.

We lived in a small town close to Houston, Texas.

The wider family included my two grandfathers — Joseph (Dad's father) and Allan (Mom's father), that were married to Irene and Susan. I had four uncles — John and David (Dad's brothers), Jeff and Jim (Mom's brothers). And as if by an arrangement — each of them had one son and one daughter.

Dad was an Oil Field Crew supervisor, and spent more and more time out of the country. It started with being away one week at a time, then one month, and for the past three years he was stationed in Saudi Arabia — coming home for one month every year.

As he earned a very good salary Mom did not have to work and became a stay at home wife. Much later (to my knowledge) this turned out to be the worst possible situation.

As a child, I was aware that whenever we had visitors — they went with Mom to her bedroom and stayed there for about an hour. As a child I was told that they were having conversations "which only concerned adults". These visitors included both my grandfathers and all my uncles. Strangely enough, when the same visitors came with their wives and kids there were no such "conversations" and everybody was in the living room.

A little while after my 14th birthday something changed — and that changed my life too.

Two weeks after starting the school year there were some budget cuts at school, the last hour of each day was cut off and we went home one hour earlier than the original schedule.

The first time I arrived home early I noticed Grandpa Allan's car in our driveway. I was very glad because I have not seen him for quite a while. I ran into the house, but before I could say a word I heard Mom's voice screaming in the living room: "Fuck me harder! Slam your big fat cock in me! Come on — I'm nearly there! YESSSSS!"

Stunned, I peaked into the living room, and what I saw shocked me so bad that I just stood there like a statue for a minute.

Mom was on her hands and knees and Grandpa Allan was kneeling behind her, fucking the shit out of her! Grandpa Allan — my Mom's father — was fucking her!

There was no mistake about it. Hell, I knew about sex. I've seen a few porno videos. This was pure incest!

As I got hold of myself, I ran to my room and locked the door. I sat on my bed, stunned, shocked and confused until I heard the car outside start and drive away.

When I went downstairs to the kitchen to have lunch Mom was there behaving very natural, as if nothing unusual happened, and gave me my lunch without speaking. While she was behaving naturally (hardly talking to me was quite usual) I just couldn't face her or look into her eyes. I did not say anything either. As soon as I finished eating I cleared my dishes into the dish washer and without a word returned to my room.

The rest of the day went by with me totally confused and irrational. I could hardly concentrate on my homework and did not go down for dinner. Nobody called me or asked me why I didn't come down to dinner. At about 10pm I went down and grabbed a sandwich.

The next morning I dressed for school and went down to the kitchen. Mom and my brothers were already there. While my brothers said their "good morning, sis" Mom remained silent as usual. I downed a bowl of cereal, grabbed my lunch and ran out without a word. Again, it seemed that no one even noticed that MY behavior was a bit unusual.

Coming home in the afternoon I saw Uncle Jeff's car in the driveway. I became apprehensive. I did not know what was going on, and why my relatives came at this unusual hour. Normal family visits were either in the evenings or on weekends.

This time I opened the door quietly and sneaked in. No mistake. Strange sounds and voices came from the living room. Passing the open living room door, I saw Mom's brother lying on his back with Mom straddling him. She was slowly moving up and down on his cock that was buried deep in her pussy.

I did not wait this time and simply went to my room, locked the door, threw myself on the bed and started crying. I did not — could not — understand what was going on. I cried myself to sleep. I did not wake up for dinner — and nobody called me or came to see what happened to me.

Seeing my mother having sex almost every day in our living room was very disturbing. It was with every male in the family and then with a large number of men who were not of the family. Men I knew and men I didn't know. One of my worst days was when I saw my brother Tim fucking Mom. He was nearly 17 at the time. From the way he was going on — this was not the first time.

A few days later I found a whole group in the living room — Tim had brought three of his classmates and they were gangbanging Mom.

At the age of 15 I had a boyfriend. We were the same age but did not have sex although he was trying hard. I let him feel my breasts, and once I let him finger fuck me. I used to jerk him off and a few times I gave him blow jobs. One day he didn't come to school, and when I got home I found him fucking my mother.

As usual, I went to my room and closed the door. Surprise! An hour later there was a knock on my door, and there was my boyfriend. His face was flushed but he tried to act normal.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Why? Is that a way to greet your boyfriend?"

"My EX-boyfriend, you mean."

"Why? What happened suddenly?"

"Do you really expect to be fucking my mother and dating me at the same time?" I asked and broke down crying again.

He looked stunned. "How... How do you know? She said it was OK."

"Oh, she does this on purpose. Doing it in the living room with the door open can only be on purpose. You wanted to fuck me and now you can fuck her instead. Just don't come near me again."

"Look. If I have to make a choice..."

"You already made your choice. Now get the hell out of my room and don't ever come near me again!" I snapped.

He looked like he was close to tears. Was he really in love with me? Logic took over and he left. For good.

A few weeks later I happened to hear my brother Pete talking to Dad on the phone. I signaled to him that I want to talk to Dad also, and he handed me the wireless phone. I went to my room and started sobbing:

"Dad, I want to get away from this house and live somewhere else. I don't even care where as long as it is away from here and with none of our relatives. Please send me to a boarding school or whatever; just get me out of here."

"Why? What happened, Pammy? What made you so angry and agitated?"

"Dad," I sobbed, "I don't think we should discuss on the phone what's been happening. It's nothing new as far as I see, but Mom moved some activities to the living room where I just have to see them every day..."

"What activities?"

"Mom has been cheating on you for years. I can't live with it anymore. She also ignores my existence completely. As if I don't live here at all..."

"Pam, Pam!" He raised his voice to stop my blabbering. "I know it's not that easy seeing what is going on every day. I've known for a long time she's cheating".

"Then why? Why do you tolerate it? Why don't you throw her out?" I screamed.

"I hope that some day you'll understand. I love your mother so much that I'm not willing to let her go. I ignore her behavior, and that is why I take jobs that keep me away for so long. But when I come home she is all mine, and then I'm happy. I'm sorry, darling, but I can't send you away, because that will be admitting to her that I know everything."

"Dad, she fucks every..."

"Don't tell me who she does it with. I have a fair idea but I really don't want the details. Just take it in stride or get used to it. This is what she is and for you that's all. I'll tell you again — I love her, no matter what."

"Well, Dad, this is like being an orphan. I'd better get used to being motherless. I feel sorry for myself because this is messing me up, but more than that, Dad, I feel sorry for you. You want me to get used to this life while you are running away to the end of the world and leaving me in this shit. Good bye, Dad, and sweet dreams about your loving wife."

"That was below the belt and you know it."

"The fact that you are not willing to help me hurts me as much as her behavior. If you don't understand that then I'm a real orphan. No Mom and no Dad."

With that I hung up and returned the phone to its place.

A few days after my little brother Pete turned 14, I saw him fucking Mom together with Tim. Seems this was his first time as Tim was explaining to him what to do.

The week after — Pete also started bringing his classmates and basketball teammates to fuck Mom.

In the middle of the year our school teacher announced a meeting with all the parents. I was in trouble. I did not want my mother to even come close to the school. There were too many potential fuckers there.

I went to the principal's office and asked the secretary for an urgent meeting with the principal, my class teacher, my Math teacher and my Gym coach and that it must be before the meeting with the parents. I suggested that all the participants I asked for will be better off if this small meeting takes place as soon as possible.

Surprisingly enough, I was later told to come to the principal's office the next day after school.

When I entered the office all of the teachers I had asked for were there. The principal started: "What is this implied threat by which this meeting was called?"

"I won't beat around the bush." I said. "I don't want to resort to blackmail but I will if I have to. The four of you have something in common whether you know it or not. I saw all of you fucking my mother."

All of them showed surprise, anger and embarrassment while looking at each other. My Gym coach jumped up and raised his hand as if ready to hit me. The principal stopped him.

"There is no mistake," I continued. "I saw you with my own eyes and there is no use denying it. Now I'll come to my point. My "Darling" mother is now doing young school boys too. Both my brothers bring their friends over to have sex with my mother. For me it is an endless embarrassment. I stopped all my extra curricular activities including sports, and for my between class breaks, I just hide in the janitor's storeroom because I cannot face anybody in school. My point is that I don't want my slut of a mother to come to the school. There are too many potential fuckers here and if she comes here she will have a bunch more kids over to fuck her every day. I hope you all understand my situation. I really don't want to use the words IF NOT..."

The next day I received a letter to "my parents" which included all the matters that were to be discussed at the parents meeting.

While continuing to see my mother having sex with a large assortment of men almost every day (she probably does it when I'm at school too), my 16th birthday crept up. What a birthday! I received a greetings e-mail from Dad — and that's all. My mother and my brothers did not bother. Maybe it would have bothered their "activities" schedule.

Three weeks later I decided to try and have some fun anyway and go to the birthday party one of my school friends had invited me to. I wanted to dress in a way they would notice me, and then maybe the people at the party would ignore my story. (There wasn't one person at school that did not know about my mother, the super slut).

I dressed in my shortest skirt and my tightest tube shirt, thongs and no bra. As I was about to leave I remembered some items for my school project and decided to record the ideas on my cassette tape recorder. I do that many times as it is a good way to remember things.

Just as I pressed the record button, my door opened, and — surprise! My mother stood in the door!

"Where are you going dressed like a slut?" she started.

Suddenly I saw red. I felt as if I was going to explode. I could not control myself or the words that came out of my mouth.

"Are you lecturing me? Is the most wanted whore in this town coming to lecture me? What gives you the right? MAYBE I JUST WANT TO BE A SLUT LIKE YOU! "I started screaming. "Or are you afraid I'll take the town studs from you? For the last two years you had me see you fucking hundreds of men, I saw you with both my grandfathers, I saw you with my four uncles, I had to see my two brothers fuck you and then bring their school friends and entire basketball and football teams over! I saw you fucking my school principal, my class teacher, my Math teacher and my Gym coach. I had to see you fucking all of Dad's co-workers, the husbands of the few friends you have and I don't know how many men I didn't recognize! And you think you can lecture me? Why, you husband cheating slut, you whore, you piece of dirt! You are the lowest form of filth! Why do you think you have the right to lecture me?" I was screaming while tears were running down my cheeks. My two brothers came out of their rooms and stood in the corridor. For some reason unknown to me they were sobbing. Pete slid down to the floor sobbing loudly. But I continued.