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Survivor Story
« on: September 22, 2011, 02:03:00 AM »
There were no more lessons until the weekend but Chrisa's room became a beehive of activity. They left her  door open so I often saw them naked and playing together. The faint sound of the vibrator would soon be accompanied by Chrisa's loud climax. With so much sex going on in the house I found myself constantly aroused.

Bobby would greet me in the morning with a sexy kiss one hand on my breast and the other under my nightie. At first I was not sure if that was a good thing but I did like the idea of having a horny man around the house. On Friday at supper I told them to get plenty of rest as we were going to have more lessons over the weekend. Well at least after I had done the grocery shopping.

When I arrived back from the grocery center, I've never seen the kids so ready to help. It seemed like I had magic elves as the bags disappeared and everything was packed away.

I led my horny gang to my room with its king size bed. I said "No one wears cloths for the rest of the weekend" and we all stripped. "Bobby, one of the easiest ways to make a women come is through oral sex. Just licking her pussy is not enough you must mix up your technique to keep her guessing and on edge. You have at your disposal first and foremost your tongue, lips, fingers, and toys. Use them in any combination your sexy mind can imagine. Last but not least do not forget to mix in body caresses and breast action."

I got on the bed with my legs hanging over the edge then tossed a pillow on the floor. Chrisa got on the bed to watch while Bobby got down between my legs. "First I will tell you what to do, then you try it. When you get it right we'll move on."

I taught Bobby everything his Father had every done to me. The hardest for Bobby was finding my gspot but it was definitely worth the effort. "OK Bobby, my pussies all yours show me what you got."

He began by raising up and kissing me while his hands stroked and played. Soon he was kiss-licking over my breasts and down my torso. The fingers of one hand lightly strokes my inner thighs suggesting that he was going to touch my pussy but pulling away at the last second. Momma was being sucked into her young lover's teasing.

When he was kissing my mons he pushed my knees up, pulled me to the edge of the bed and spread me out. As I shivered in anticipation he kissed my inner thighs on the way to my hot box. He licked around my outer labia and I could not help squirming in an attempt to get his tongue where I wanted. Bobby took the hint and gave me a long slow taint to clit lick sliding off to the side of my clit. As I sighed he drove in and gave it a suck causing my eyes to pop open and a big gasp.

He continued to mix teasing with powerful direct action and I knew my son was now in control. My only influence was cries of "Just like that" and "Oh yeah"s, moaned between continuous panting. With my eyes shut I did not see Chrisa hand Bobby the vibrator. It was turned on and pressed to my clit, at the same time he pushed in two curling fingers to rub my gspot.

My pelvis jerked up into his face and I came harder. Bobby pulled out his fingers lapped up my come while keeping the vibrator pressed on my clit. To my surprise I came again. This time Bobby took the vibrator off and just lapped up my juices letting his old mum try to recover.

When I opened my eyes both kids were smiling over me, weakly I muttered "Good Boy." Chrisa said "That was awesome, when's my turn?" Bobby remained silent but wore an ear to ear cunt lickers grin.

I replied "I think Bobby needs some special lovin', Chrisa how would you like to learn fellatio?" She gave me a puzzled look and I said "Suck his cock." She sure knew what that was. I told Bobby to get on the bed while I took Chrisa out of his ear shot.

I asked her if she wanted to taste his cum or just let it pump out onto his stomach. I was not surprised that she was all for having him cum in her mouth. I gave several pointers including only going down as far as you are comfortable with and looking into his eyes as much as she could. The last thing I did was pin back her hair so Bobby would always see what she was doing.

Chrisa got on the bed between his legs. She moved flat on her stomach then sucked his balls sliding up to give little kisses all over his shaft. Bobby groaned and Chrisa giggled at his compliment. My daughter teased and used all her mouth parts to play with his women pleaser. She had learned enough from giving him hand-jobs to know when to back off.

She seemed to love surprising him by taking it deep into her mouth then off and licking down to suck his balls. I even noticed she drag her nipples up his thigh and over his groin. For some reason she decided he had been teased enough as she engulfed his member and bobbed her head furiously. You could see her cheeks suck in and the tip of her tongue moving back and forth under the shaft.

Bobby did not last long with that assault as he exclaimed his immanent climax and she moved her mouth to the end of his dick. I saw his balls rise, his eyes squeeze tight and Chrisa's throat swallowing. It was powerfully sexy just to watch. Finally Chrisa pulled off then laid a little kiss on his shrinking cock and said "Thanks big fella, see you again soon."

When Bobby had opened his eyes I told them "You know, you can simultaneously give each other oral pleasure. It's called the 69 position. Try it sometime." Chrisa smiled and winked at a grinning brother. The tired crew went down stairs to eat and recover.

After a long easy lunch Chrisa was fidgeting so much that I said back to my room. Chrisa ran up stairs and was on the bed positioned like I'd been earlier. She was just arranging her butt closer to the edge when Bobby got between her legs.

He reached up and massaged her breasts bringing her nipples to attention while distracting her with inner thigh kissed. I'm always amazed how fast my daughter gets revved up as her bottom could not keep still. Bobby kissed close to her pussy but skipped over onto her mons. Chrisa pleaded with him but I saw a smirk that told me he was going to tease his little sister unmercifully.

I was right he kissed, licked, sucked and played with her like his own private windup toy. Her noises left no doubt that she was loving it. He let her climax build until you could see her stomach muscles tense into a girly six pack. Then he sucked on her clit and she exploded but Bobby continued right through her orgasm. His middle finger probed for her gspot then BINGO she came again.

Bobby lapped up her juices and I could see a wild look in her eye as he licked under her clitoral hood and began flick his tongue to either side. I watched Chrisa climbing climax mountain at a torrid pace. Bobby was all too willing to push her over the edge when he pursed his lips over her clit and hummed long and loud. She screamed and came again finally pushing him off her pussy. Like a gentleman he got up over his sister and gave her a gentle kiss.

I moved her so we could all take a much needed nap. Hours later I awoke and made hot dogs for an early supper. Knowing what I was about to do had me as jittery as Chrisa had been. The kids walked into the kitchen with hands playing "who can touch who the best".

We talked and ate. Most of the conversation was around my sex with their Father. Questions like when did you do it the first time and what's your best memory ... etc. Considering what had been going on I gave them honest detailed answers.

After a desert of ice cream the tension began to build again and even though I had a case of the butterflies, we went back to my room. I lay on the bed like I had when Bobby ate me out but without the pillow on the floor. I put KY on my hands then motioned Bobby to come closer. I lubed up his already hardening cock then told him to get me ready with his hands, fingers and some lube.

We kissed and he stroked my body. I felt his shaft glide over my mons and my libido turned to a boil. I took his cock and ran it up and down my slit then told him to lean back so I could see. I put that monster at my entrance and said "Take it slow."

As he entered me I moaned. I had gotten a lot tighter, from lack of use, over the last three years and his superior size stretched me enough I thought of the song "Like a Virgin". I told him to rock back and forth while going deeper.

My moaning got loader with every added inch and still it seemed he had not bottomed out. By the time Bobby was balls deep he had definitely touched virgin territory. I said "Bobby, pulled out until just the tip is in then push back until your balls touch my tushy. Keep a steady slow stroke as long as you can. Every once and a while give me several fast and deep stokes then change again. If you think you're going to cum stop and move your ass around to stir up your Momma's desires. You can also pull out completely and slap my clit with your cock then get back in. Make me come as many times as you can."

Bobby took over as I grabbed his butt cheeks to control the pace. I was in heaven with that long pole pulling back and pushing deep. My pelvis could not stop but try to meet every thrust of my big boy. The first climax hit me out of nowhere when he went deep enough to tap my cervix. To his credit my baby boy kept that steady stroke.

My pussy must have gripped his cock different when I came as his breathing became more rapid. Before he could cum I said "Stir me up Bobby". He pushed deep and moved his ass around and that mighty pole touched every part of me. I was climbing to my next climax in a hell of a hurry.

He pulled halfway back then banged me with several fast deep hard strokes and I came again. He returned to that steady stroke with my yelling "Fuck Mommy Bobby, Fuck Mommy". That made him pull out and slap my clit with his dick sending electric shocks through my body.

Before he could get back in I said "Lets do it doggie style" I flipped over got on my knees looked back and said "Grab hold of my hips and make Momma proud." He was in me in one deep wonder full thrust. His motion was a bit faster now and I pushed back to meet him. My ass rippled with the impact and I yelled "Fuck me!" over and over. I even heard Chrisa repeating it and saw that she was using the dido to emulating us.

When he banged me with those fast hard strokes I came again. Bobby could no longer be denied and focused on his own pleasure. I groaned "Cum for Momma" and he thrust deep holding me tight then I felt him empty his balls into the place he was conceived. It was all to stimulating and I came once more.

We stayed locked like that for a minute or so then my son the stud pulled out and collapsed on the bed and I rolled over to look proudly at my new orgasmic hero.

A Mother's work is never done, so knowing what was to happen next, I told Chrisa to lay down and I started to finger her and rub her clit. She was surprise but started getting into it. I inserted one then two fingers pulling them wider apart to slowly stretch the little virgin. After a long while I added a third finger and believed she was ready.

I told Bobby to take Chrisa's place and for her to get Bobby hard. "Chrisa see if you can ride him." She was way too sexed up to refuse. I was relying on the fact that most teen boys don't need a lot of recovery time. Chrisa first kissed then licked his cock making it rise to the occasion. I gave her the KY to get it lubed before she tried it out.

When he was erect I instructed Chrisa to straddle him then I helped her to position the head to her entrance. My little girl had to work hard and I saw the strain on her face. Bobby encouraged her saying "Take all the time you need Sis." Despite the obvious discomfort she began the decent. Chrisa must have been very wet as there were tickles flowing down his shaft.

She started pulling up then pushing down and soon his shaft was disappearing. Despite her age she was almost my height so I figure she could take it all. I saw a look of determination on her face when she pulled up then drove herself all the way down. Chrisa exclaimed "Oh my God, I'm stuffed. Any more and it'd be tickle the back of my throat."

As she sat on his thighs I stroked her back and Bobby played with her nipples. I handed him the vibrator and he massaged her clit. Chrisa's eyes rolled back in her head and her lashes flutter as she let out a loud long moan. Right after that she began to rock her pelvis and my little girl had her first fuck.

It seemed that both Bobby and I were forgotten as Chrisa rode his cock. Back and forth with the occasional side to side she used her brother's rhythm stick. All of a sudden her eyes popped open and she started to move rapidly and screamed out a climatic end to her first ride then she laid on his chest.

I used my hand to indicate he should role over. He did and she wrapped her legs around his back as he started the long slow stroke I had taught him. Chrisa looked into his eyes and smiled then closed them again as she sunk into the feelings her brother stirred. Suddenly he gave a quick series of deep strokes and she came. I guess the apple does not fall too far from the tree.

He fucked her like that for a while then told her to get on her knees. When she was positioned he entered her but much gentler than he had with me. I patted his ass to show my boy he'd done good.

Right from the beginning you could tell that doggie style was going to be Chrisa's favourite position as she was quickly pounded back into Bobby accompanied by all sorts of noise. Most of which was "Fuck me bro" and "Deeper Bobby deeper". The only thing that seemed to stop her chatter was when she came.

Bobby had to pull out and slap his cock on her ass several times. His face had sweat rolling down it but he was keeping his sister happy. Finally I saw fire in his eyes and he picked up the pace bouncing Chrisa around. Finally he loudly declared his immanent climax and emptied the last of his depleted stores. He collapsed over Chrisa flattening her out on the bed. As he rolled off I saw a rather stretched pussy dibble cum and come onto the bed sheets.

I had no more lessons to teach so I left them to practise on their own. Of course a dutiful son takes care of his mother and I don't go wanting. A few years from now Bobby will go to college and I know his sister and I hope he visits often.

Thanks for reading about my personal solution to a growing problem.

Yours truly

Betty, aka Mom
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Re: Survivor Story
« Reply #1 on: September 22, 2011, 03:17:05 AM »
If thread could be moved to "Open Free for All" where it so clearly belongs we can continue to talk there.

I visited one of the member of the Swedish group yesterday. As you properly know they collect survivor stories from all over the Internet. From time to time they receive numerous survivor stories. How do they take apart those which are fake?

It takes some work. For once: Did the program exist? Does the story mention places or persons we can doublecheck? Do other survivor stories basically back the conditions described up?

I have one example below where the story itself was judged as fake. I will only quote the first part as it is very long:

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1. Georgetown, July 2006

I woke by someone touching my shoulder. It was dark in the room. First I thought that something has happen to my grandfather. Yesterday my mother and my younger brother drove off to Seattle, because we received news from his nursing home that he had been transferred to the hospital. Of course I would go too, but my father told me that we had to talk to my teacher in the morning, before we could go and see him.

Then I sat up in the dark and saw my father gagged and restrained with handcuffs on his back. There were four persons in uniforms in the room.

I tried to scream but at once one of them shoveled a gag ball in my mouth. Another of them held my arms while they put some kind of leather restraints on me. They must have estimated me to be a larger flight risk because when they were finished I was restrained beyond imagination.

Beside them leather cuffs I had a wide leather belt on with straps going over my shoulder and between my legs. Before the strap between my legs came on they put a diaper on. This was ridiculous: Me in underwear with diaper and more leather restraints than I have seen in the local adult store.

They took me downstairs and into the garage where they had parked their car. Clever! Of course they could risk me being seen dressed as this. My father was standing just behind me. They would properly put us in a car and drive off with us to some place and demand ransom for us. This was just a fitting end to month which had been one disaster after another.

This one of them pulled a leather hood over my head and laced it tight. I was in darkness.

2. Me

My name is Ann and I am 17. I have been a straight A-student for years until the party at the school last week. Some of the boys had a bottle of booze and I ended up drunk with Tom on the backseat of his car. It was not pleasant. I certainly did not get anything out of it. Sex is an odd thing: Sometime it is over quick, other times it takes two minutes. That is how it is with these boys. Well, the next morning I tried to shower most of the next morning, but I still felt dirty.

My grades slipped and I got a reputation as the easy girl. I began to stay out all night some times and when my parents imposed a curfew, I slipped out the window.

Some week after my school contacted my parents because I turned up intoxicated one morning. A deal was struck between my parents and my teacher. Every two week we should have a meeting until my school work was back on track.

However, I continued to stay out and then one day I ended up in an apartment where I was introduced to weed. It kept my mind off the boy-thing. But I got the flu and had to stay home for almost a week before I got a chance to back. I was about to pay when the police entered the apartment and I got arrested.

My parents picked me up at the police station. They were angry. Fortunately the drug test was negative. Due to my illness the drugs was out of the system. I was only charged with staying out past curfew (A new invention by the city hall in an attempt to stop gang crime). But the talk we had when we got home turned into a fight and I accidentally hit my mother before I was sent up to my room. The next morning they started to talk about boarding school, but then my grandfather got ill. What a crazy fucking month and now this.

3. In the jungle

They put me in the car and we drove off. Someone sat next to me. It must be my dad. Who are these people? I know that my father has some kind of government job, but it shouldn’t be one which should get someone to abduct us. It must be the money, but then they must have some nerves doing this in the middle of an ordinary residential neighborhood.

The drive took forever. Then we stopped.

They took me out of the car and we got up some stairs. It felt … like an aero plane!

I tried to twist but of course I could not get free. They took me very firm under my arms and push me down in a chair where they strapped me down into it.

I felt the plane lift from the ground and I now I was very scared. I peed in my pants. Then they took the hood off. My father sat in a chair in the back of the plane and looked worried. He was still gagged. They removed the gag. I coughed.

“Slut! I mean you. Don’t bother to scream. You will only be gagged once more. Here is some water to drink.”

He held a cup up. I was thirsty. I gulped it down. It had an odd taste.

They started to small-talk. It sounded like Spanish. Suddenly I felt tired and dizzy. They must have put something in the water. The world turned into darkness once more.

When I woke we were on the road in a jeep. We were certain out of the country. It was warm. The surroundings looked like a jungle. It was gagged once again. When I turned my head, I could see my dad in a jeep behind us.

We slowed down and one of the men took a blindfold up. Just before he put it on, I saw an odd sight on a felt next to the road. Some boys were pulling a cart with hay. Nothing out of the ordinary, but their outfit – it was bizarre! It looked as they were used a human animals tied up to pull cart all the day. Yes, we were out of the country!

4. Torture camp – day one

When he removed the blindfold, we were inside a kind of camp. There was cement walls all around the area and several cabins. I looked around. A lot of people were sitting in stone circles at one corner. There were dog cages with people in them in other corner. Why did they take us? Would they finish us off?

We were lead into one of the cabin and placed in chairs. An officer entered the room and he ordered our gags removed. “No questions! I am going to say what is needed to say. You will be held here until our demands are met. We will ask you some questions and I would advise you to answer truthfully or it will be very unpleasant. Take the girl to the shower. She has messed herself.”

On large woman entered the office and took me over to one of the other cabins, where she freed me from the restraints and let me undress. It was pointless to resist. She allowed me to shower and then I got an orange jumpsuit as I have seen it on TV. I started to cry. I have seen the footage of hostages getting their throat cut. She came over and took my shoulder. “Relax baby. We are not going to kill you. Just tell us about you so your folks back home believe us when we delivery our ransom note. Use the restroom now. It will properly take some time before you get a second chance.”

We got outside the cabin once more. I did not get any shoes on so I tripped as carefully as I could on the ground. She took me to the corner with the stone circles. They were about 6 feet apart.

“Sit down.” I sat in the stone circle. “Here are the rules. Don’t speak unless spoken to. Raise your hand whenever you need water. You can stand, walk or sit in the circle, but not lie down. I will bring you some food. If you talk to the others, you will be met with consequences. Understand”

I nodded. It was not the reaction she expected. “Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Speak loud and clearly when you address me. Polite please. Look into my eye. Understand?”

“Yes. Madam”

She gave me a bottle of water.

I waited. It was hot. I saw my father coming out of the cabin and being escorted to another cabin just up against the wall. I looked around. They had security cameras. They seemed well organized.

I lost track of time. Then the woman returned with a cup and a little bag. “This is oatmeal. Make a fire and cook it with some water. If you can not cook it eat it raw. Questions?”

“How do I cook it? I have no lighter.”

“Aha. City girl. Look there. Make some fire.”

“But that is just some sticks, a little stone and a shoe lace. How can I make fire with that? It is preposterous”

“That kind of attitude won’t do you good here. If you ask me nicely I can explain to you how you do. Otherwise just enjoy the raw lunch.”

“But.”

“Shut up until you have something nice to say.” Then she left.

I knew it just as I yelled the first foul word at her. It was a mistake. She produced a whistle and blew it. Suddenly soldiers came from nowhere and forced me into the ground. They held me down until a man in a white coat signaled them and called them to a cabin. I was dragged by four people into the cabin where they put me on a couch. I was resting on my stomach and the man in the white coat went into action as he bent my arm. I screamed. It hurt. He applied pressure at some point in my back and pulled my should backwards. I yielded bloody hell. He worked on my legs, my arms and my body. I did not think that is was possible for my limb could be twisted so much. Suddenly I realized that my father was in the room. He was crying. Tears went down over his face. Those bastards! They had forced him to watch me being tortured. I  begged them to stop. Suddenly my father said “Lorrie” with a low voice. Lorrie is my middle name, but I don’t use it and none in my family – even my father - has ever used it. Odd!

The man in the white coat took around my head and spoke with a Hispanic accent “Relax”. I did. I was so afraid. With a quick move he twisted my head, so I heard a crack. Had he killed me? No, I was still alive. “Once more”. He did it to the other side.

“Are you a good girl now?”

“Yes”. I was crying

“It is time to reflect upon your behavior. Take her to OP!”

The guards picked me up and carried me over to one of the other cabins. Inside other children were lying quietly on their stomach with only a small blanket to support their head. I was also told to lie down on my stomach and before I got to think about it, I had placed my head on a blanket. “Here are the rules. Don’t move one inch, if you will avoid being treated once more. You can ask for permission to go to the toilet. Questions?”

“For how long am I going to stay here?”

“Until we come for you.” He left.

A guard was sitting in a chair watching us. A subdued weeping came from one of the boys. The guard stood up from the chair and then the weeping stopped at once. He sat down again. Time seems to come to a stop.

My body hurt from the being positioned in such a manner.

I don’t know for how long I stayed there. The other children were collected one by one. I caught a glimpse of the eyes of one of the boys. Never in my life had I seen such a sad look. I felt a tear running down over my face. I wanted to wipe it off, but I did not dare.

Then the woman came for me. “Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes.”

“Yes. Madam!”

“Yes. Madam”

“It is time for dinner. You did not get any lunch.”

I was back in the stone circle and she came with a plateful of soup. It was not very tasty. There was even a dead maggot in it. But I was so hungry. She stood and watched me.

“Don’t eat too fast. If you vomit, I will force you to eat that as well. You are going to finish it all or we will force feed you. We don’t like suicide candidates here.”

After dinner I continued to sit there. My father was escorted from a cabin to a stone circle nearby. I so wanted to talk with him. But I did not dare.

The woman returned with a pen and a writing pad. On the first page there was a kind of questionnaire. After name and address (Why did they ask for that? Of course they knew where I lived. They took me from there!), there was all kind of insulting questions. Did I have sex, how many partners, did I do drugs or alcohol etc.

Of course I lied on the accounts I knew my father did not know. When it became sunset, the woman took me to a hall where other children were held. I got a blanket. Some of the children had a pillow and when I asked the woman, she told me that I had to earn a pillow by being truthful and polite the next couple of days.

It was difficult to sleep. The thoughts raced through my mind. Why were we here? What if our family could not pay? Also, the concrete we slept on was hard to my body. None of the other children felt like talking. At last I feel asleep.

What is wrong with this story? They were able to locate the homepage of the program. They found similar stories mentioning the facility on Jamaica, but something nagged the Swedish group. Why did the father participate? Often family involvement only include coffee with the staff a few days. They researched further and found no structure on Jamaica where the program was supposed to be. The story was judged as fake.

Try researching your story. Do the facts fit the claims?
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Re: Survivor Story
« Reply #2 on: September 23, 2011, 03:09:10 AM »
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