A turn for the worse.

A Turn For The Worse.

By Steve Dema

Story codes include gang rape, humiliation and more fun stuff.

Part 2

Chapter 1

Mark squeezed his mother’s tit harder and harder causing Lisa to moan.

“See?... I told you your mother is a slut. Listen to her moan, the nasty cunt.” Betty whispered in Mark’s ear.

Mark looked over at Karen and was surprised to see the wicked grin on her face as she watched her brother kneading their mother’s tits.

Betty leaned down and spoke to Lisa, “Well bitch… Do you like your son working your whore tits over? Do you?... I think you need to thank your son.”

“NO!.... I can’t say that to my son!... I can’t.” Lisa sobbed.

“Sounds like the slut needs a drink.” Betty snickered. Buck brought a bottle over. As Betty pulled Lisa’s hair, Buck poured the liquor down Lisa’s now open throat.

Lisa moaned again as the room began spinning. Betty looked down at the drunken Lisa and motioned to give her more. Which he did.

“OK cunt, let’s try this again… Do you like your son working your whore tits over?... Do you?... Then thank him you ungrateful bitch.” Betty told her.

“Mmmm… Yes… I do like it… Squeeze my tits harder Mark… Yeah… Like that. So good… Thank you son.” Lisa groaned as the room spun faster.

Betty looked over at Karen and waved her over. Karen walked over to Betty and Betty put her arm around the teenager’s shoulders.

“Just listen to your mother…. Only a real slut would carry on like that just by getting her tits worked over. Know what your mother really needs right now?... She really needs you to finger fuck her… Why don’t you be a sweet daughter and help your mother out… Hmmmm?” Betty asked the girl.

Karen spun her head to look at Betty. She couldn’t believe what she heard.

“I couldn’t do that!” Karen exclaimed.

“Sure you could… I’ll help you.” Betty offered. As Betty guided Karen’s hand to Lisa’s cunt, Lisa held up her swaying head. Even drunk, this was too much for the young mother, being finger fucked by her daughter while her son played with her tits as a crowd watched her. Darkness relieved her humiliation as Lisa thankfully passed out.

“You really think we should?... It seems kinda wrong.” Karen asked as she fixed Mark a cup of coffee.

“Karen, I’ve had enough of Mom bossing me around. Sure it’s a little wrong, I guess but you saw how she acted. I’m telling you sis. Mom loved it. You had to have seen that yourself… Besides…I think it will be fun.” Mark told his sister.

“I guess so. It sure didn’t take much to get her to go along. It might be fun. I have to admit… It did turn me on….OK Mark, let’s do it… Think we should check on Mom? Her drunk ass should be waking up.”

“I guess we should, Karen. Yeah… Let’s check on her.”

Upstairs Lisa was coming to. She could still feel the room spinning as she sat up in bed trying to piece together what had happened. Was it all just some crazy dream? She wondered. Lisa looked down at her chest and the room began to spin faster as she felt like she had been punched in the stomach as she read what was written on her body.

She read ‘PLEASE SQUEEZE HARD’ and ‘PINCH IF I’M A GOOD SLUT’ written on her tits. Horrified she sprang out of bed and rushed to her dressing mirror. She began to shake as her whole world seemed to crash around her as she read the obscenities that were written all over her. Oh my God! It really happened…. It really happened she thought as she sat on the bed and began to cry, not hearing Mark and Karen enter the room.

“Good morning mother. Sleep well Mother?... or should I just call you fuckpig?” Mark said causing Lisa to jump.

“Well there’s the whore, good morning.” Karen added.

Lisa stared at her children with tears in her eyes.

“Mark… Karen…Please don’t say those things to me. They RAPED me!... They made me do those things.” Lisa sobbed.

“Made you? They didn’t have to ‘make you’ very hard Mother. Don’t forget…. We were there. We saw and heard everything. You were begging them to fuck you, you dirty slut… fucking begged them. You know you did.” Mark smirked.

Lisa’s mouth opened in shock at her son’s words and looked to Karen for sympathy and support. Instead, all she saw in her daughter’s eyes was contempt.

“Mark’s right, mommy-bitch. You loved every minute of slut.” Karen snapped.

“Here’s the deal bitch. There are going to be some changes around here. First of all, you’re going to do everything Karen and I say. Secondly, you don’t have to worry about looking for a job. Karen, Betty and I have that covered. You were such a hit at the bar; Betty wants to rent you some. I bet other people will too. We’re going to whore you out Mom and you’re going to love it, cunt.”

“You can’t be serious… I’m your Mother; you can’t talk to me like that. Besides I won’t do it. You two have lost your minds.” The shocked Lisa told them.

“Oh… I don’t know about that… Check this out.” Mark said as he walked over to the TV and put a DVD in. Lisa stared at the screen. There she was, calling herself a slut, begging to be fucked and even worse….her son calling her names as he mauled her tit, she thanking him and then Karen finger fucking her and thanking her daughter for doing it. Lisa dropped her head to her chest in disbelief.

“If you don’t do as we say, we’re going to send copies of this to everyone you know… Understand pig?” Mark snickered.

“I understand… OK… You win…Damn you, you win.” The defeated Lisa agreed.

“Outstanding mother, get cleaned up and put on the clothes we lay out for you, whore, then come down stairs.” Mark told her.

The beaten mother just nodded her head and headed for the shower. When she came back out, clothes were lying on the bed. Lisa picked them up and wondered when this nightmare would ever end. On the bed was her black skirt that she had never worn because it was too short. Someone had made it even shorter. Now it was downright obscene. It barley covered her ass. There was also a t-shirt or rather; it used to be a t-shirt. Now it would barley cover her huge tits. The midriff had been trimmed so that the bottom swells of her tits peeked out at the bottom. There were also stockings and high heeled shoes… but no panties and no bra. Sobbing, the young mother reluctantly dressed and headed downstairs.

“Look Mark, here is our whore of a mother now. Doesn’t the cunt look cute?”

“Yes she does Karen… Now you look the part, you slut. Doesn’t it feel nice?”

“Mark… Karen… I’ll dress like this at home if you want but please….PLEASE don’t make me wear things like this in public. I beg you.” Lisa implored while amazed this situation was making her horny.

Mark stood, winked at his smiling sister and walked to his mother. He circled her, stopping behind her. He reached down, cupped her right tit causing Lisa to jump and stiffen and whispered in her ear.

“But Mom… This is who you are now. Besides… It’ll be fun to see people’s reaction to you when we take you out. Wearing clothes like this makes Karen and me happy… Don’t you want to make us happy?... We need to go to the Fredrick’s of Hollywood shop at the mall and get you some whore clothes. Get your purse and keys Mom and let’s go. I’ll drive.”

Lisa slowly nodded her head and slowly got her purse and keys.

Lisa hesitated when she got to the door and glanced at her children hoping to see some mercy. She saw none. After taking a deep breath, she followed them to the car, thankful none of her neighbors were outside. Mark motioned for her to sit in the front passenger seat which she did.

As they drove away, Lisa wondered how did all this happen and why was this beginning to make her pussy juice up.

A school bus from St. John’s School For Boy’s pulled up beside them at a traffic light. Mark looked at his sister in the rear view mirror, winked and looked over at his mother.

“Mom… I want you to pull up your top and show those boys your whore-tits.”

Lisa stared at her son in shock.

“You… you can’t be serious!...Please Mark… Don’t do this. This is so wrong…I’m your mother…I beg you… Please don’t.”

Lisa was shocked when Mark slapped her face.

“Cunt!... I AM serious, now DO IT!... When me or Karen tell you to do something, you fucking do it!... Is that clear bitch?”

With that Mark reached over and pulled her shirt up to her chin, exposing her tits and gave his mother a new order as she began to shake.

“Now lean back, shake your tits at them and smile. Don’t make me hit you again, you stupid cunt.”

This time Lisa obeyed without hesitation. She fought back fresh tears as she rolled her chest back and forth, causing her huge tits to roll and smiled at the boys who were now pointing at her and crushing their young faces against the windows to get a better look. You could see their disappointment when the light changed ending the show as the bus turned.

Mark allowed her to pull her top down as Karen leaned over to her mother.

“See Mom?... That wasn’t so bad now was it? Just think how happy you made those boys and think about them jacking off their cocks just thinking about the old whore they saw today.” Karen said with a wicked laugh.

Too soon they arrived at the mall.  Lisa looked from her son to her daughter hoping to see compassion but saw none. Not that she really expected to see any.

“Mark… Karen… I beg you… Please don’t make me go in there dressed like this. I look like a whore. Please don’t.”

“Oh shut up Mother. You’re going in. Besides, I think you love this.” Karen said.

As they walked though the mall Lisa looked down most of the time, watching Mark’s feet to see where to go. Whenever she looked up she would see either the leering face of a man or the disapproving look of a woman. She wished she could scream ‘I’m not a slut’ but she knew that was impossible. Finally they turned into Fredrick’s and were greeted immediately by a slutty looking saleslady.

“Welcome! How may I help you?” the perky clerk asked.

“We need to get some clothes for the cunt here. Things that will tell everyone that she is just a whore and a fuckpig.” Mark said as he waved at Lisa. The clerk gave Lisa a bemused look and smile. Lisa wished she could disappear.

“I see… Well… Step back to our special collection…. I think you’ll love it.” The clerk said as she turned, leading the three to through a door in the back.

“I’m sure you can find some appropriate things in here for your cunt… Have a look at these shirts.” she said as she picked one up from a table and held it up. It read ‘SLUTPIG’, another read ‘CUNT’, another one read ‘FUCK THIS WHORE’. “What do you think? Feel free to go through them all” the clerk offered.

Mark held up the shirt that read ‘CUNT’ and asked Lisa, “What do you think of this one Mom?… It takes all the guess work out, doesn’t it bitch?”

“Is she really your mother?” the started salesclerk asked with wide eyes.

Mark looked at his mother, “Tell her bitch. Tell her who and what you are.”

“That’s right. These are my children and I’m…uh…I’m a cunt.” the shaking Lisa answered.

“Well isn’t this special. We get all kinds in here but this is the first family! Ha…ha…ha…I’ll have to give you folks a discount so shop away.” she laughed.

And shop away they did. They picked out shirts that read ‘SLUTPIG’, ‘CUNT’, ‘FUCK THIS WHORE’, ‘FUCKMEAT’, and ‘CUMDUMP’. They also selected several nasty temporary tattoos, several extremely short skirts and three more pair of stockings. Mark looked at the clerk with an idea.

“Say… Would you like our mother-slut to eat your pussy?”

The clerk peeked out front, seeing no one in the store she scooted up on a table, opened her legs, pulled her skirt up and said with a wicked grin, “I’d love it!”

“You heard the lady slut. Get to it! Eat her cunt!” said Mark as he pushed his mother toward the grinning saleslady.

“Oh God Mark!...Please don’t do this!... This has gone too far. Please don’t!” Lisa begged.

“You heard him whore… Eat her cunt!” Karen snarled as she grabbed Lisa’s head, pushing her face to the clerk’s pussy.

The broken mother sobbed but began to lick at the pussy in front of her. When she felt the tongue on her pussy the clerk grabbed Lisa’s head and pulled her tight.

“That’s it you little slut…. Eat my cunt….Mmmmm… yeah like that!... Oh yes… Your mother is a good little pussy eater… Yeah… Eat my pussy bitch…. Ohhh…Deeper… Like that.” She moaned.

“Do it Mom… Eat her pussy!”     “Munch on her cunt, bitch!”     “Pussy eating whore”        “You slut!”

Lisa groaned at her children’s comments as she pressed her face into the musky pussy in her face. Several minutes later, the clerk came in the mother’s face.

“Mmmm …That was good. Thank you slut. Tell you what… The clothes are on the house but please come back some time. Here’s my number in case you want to get in contact with me.” handing Mark her card.

“Thanks… We will… Get your new clothes Mom!... Don’t forget your manners. Thank the nice lady for letting you eat her pussy.”

“Tha… Thank you ma’am for letting me eat your pussy… It was very nice.” the humiliated mother said bringing chuckles from all three of them.

When they left the shop, Mark decided to get something to eat at the food court. He and Karen found a bench while Lisa got sandwiches. When she returned, Mark motioned for her to sit between them. Just as they started to eat, three boys, around age 11 or 12, sat on the bench across from them. He leaned over to his mother.

“Flash them your tits and cunt, Mom. Then I want you to tell them what a slut you are and ask them if they want to feel you up.”

Lisa looked up, shocked, and implored Mark with her eyes to please not make her. All she got was the expected look of distain. She slowly spread her legs but continued eating. One of the boys noticed and elbowed his friends. All three boys were now ogling her displayed pussy with lascivious grins. Lisa opened her legs even wider. She then leaned over, keeping her legs wide, and pulled her flimsy top open, exposing her giant tits. The boys looked down her top, then at her face. Lisa gave the boys a warm smile, unnerving the trio.

“Do you boys like my cunt?... I’m a slut you know… Just a fucking dirty whore. How about my tits?... Do you boys like big tits? What do you think of mine?...I’m just a fuckpig… Don’t you think?... Speak up. Don’t be shy. You can tell this bitch anything.” Lisa teased as she thought ‘Is my pussy getting wet? What is wrong with me?...God help me.’

The older of the boys was about to speak when a woman walked up. “Come on boys… Time to go.” the woman said as she gave Lisa a dirty look. As they stood to leave, each of the boys gave the embarrassed Lisa a ‘thumbs up’ and a wink before walking away. Lisa stared sobbing again.

“Very good Mom.  That wasn’t hard, now was it? You’re getting the hang of this, whore.” Karen giggled.

“Too bad you couldn’t get them to feel you up, cunt” Mark added. “Let’s go too. We need to get you some liquor bitch”

After a stop at the liquor store they were soon home. On the way home, Lisa was confused and tried to sort things out. ‘What’s happening to me? This is so wrong but why is this making me so hot? Am I really a slut like everyone says? I must be going insane’ she wondered. When they arrived home Karen grabbed her mother’s left nipple and led her in the house while Mark laughed.

Chapter 2

“Have a drink Mom. Drink it all down like a good little whore.” Mark said handing her a glass of whiskey.

“No Mark, please. Don’t make me drink.” Lisa whined.

“You heard him, bitch! Now DRINK IT!” Karen shouted as she took the glass from her brother and pressed it to her mother’s lips. Reluctantly, Lisa drank the fiery liquid down.

“Here Mom… Try this drink. I made it special for you.” Karen said as she handed Lisa a drink. Karen winked at her brother and he looked back questionably. He understood what was happening when Karen mouthed the word ‘Ecstasy’ and they both giggled. 

As Lisa drank down Karen’s drink, Mark poured another and handed it to her. This time, Lisa drank it without protest. By the fourth dink, Lisa was guzzling the whiskey like water and waited expectantly for the next glass as the room began to move. She smiled when Mark gave her another glass and led her into the living room. Lisa staggered a little as she followed her son and daughter. Mark and Karen sat on the couch. Lisa took her place at their feet.

“Take off your top, cunt. I want to see your whore-tits. Talk me into playing with them.” Mark told her. Lisa obeyed immediately as the room spun faster and her pussy juiced even more. The drunk mother stuck her chest out and Mark began to fondle her tits as the liquor robbed her of her inhibitions and willpower.

“Do you like you’re mother’s big tits, son? Aren’t they soft?... Squeeze them hard darling… Didn’t you say these are whore-tits? Then treat them like whore-tits… Be rough with them.” Lisa encouraged her son but not believing what she had just said. She also noticed her pussy was getting wetter the drunker she became and the room began to tilt.

Mark fondled her tits rougher and rougher as she took another drink and coughed. Then Karen had an idea.

“Play with your cunt, Mom. Play with it like a bitch-slut like you needs to.”

“Yes my darling daughter… Watch Mommy play with her slut pussy.” Lisa said as she spread her legs, pulled up her skirt and began finger fucking herself.

“Harder Mark… Squeeze my whore tits harder….Mmmmm…. Yes. Like that!... Watch your mother-slut play with her nasty pussy…. Watch your fuckpig.” Lisa slurred and took another drink as the room began to spin.

Karen and Mark laughed at their mother’s babbling, the way she was pressing her tits into Mark’s hands and at her finger fucking her cunt. Mark freed his now hard cock, and slowly stroked it and continued to maul her tits with his other hand.

“That’s a good little fuckpig… Play with that slut-pussy Mom… Finger that cunt like a whore should… Come here cockpig… Suck my cock you, cocksucking whore.” Mark said as he pulled his mother to his hard cock.

The last of Lisa’s resistance faded as she lowered her mouth to Mark’s crotch.

“Yes dear… Mommy is a good cocksucker… Mommy will suck your pretty cock.” Lisa stuttered as she leaned over, inhaling Mark’s cock.

Mark moaned as he began to face-fuck his mother.

“Suck it slut… Suck it you cocksucking whore… Faster bitch… Show me what a cockpig you are, you fucking slut.” Mark groaned.

Lisa also groaned around her son’s cock as she sucked harder and slammed her face up and down on his cock. She was now franticly fingering her pussy as her heard her children calling her dirty names as Mark began to now hurt her tits.

“Suck it bitch”  “Cocksucker”  “Slut-bitch”  “Fuckmeat”  “Pig”  “Slut”  “Cum sucker”  “Bitch”   “Whore”

Lisa’s surreal stupor as she slobbered faster and harder on Mark’s cock was shaken when he began to cum, making her gag around the spurting cock.

“Take it bitch… Eat my cum, you fucking piece of shit whore… Get it all cunt….Aaarrrrggg…. Get IT!” Mark shouted.

As he finished emptying his balls in his mother’s mouth, he let go of her hair and fell back into the sofa. But Lisa continued to lick, suck and nurse on the boy’s softening cock. When the cum stopped filling her mouth, she lovingly kissed his cock and spoke to it.

“Pretty cock… Pretty, pretty cock. Thank you for cumming in the slut’s mouth…Mmmmm… Thank you… Was I a good cocksucker…Hmmmm?.. Was this slut a good cumbag?... Was I son?...Oh… Give the bitch some more cum… Please baby… Feed the slut.” Lisa whined no longer able to deny she was getting hornier every second.

Finally Mark’s balls were empty. She released his cock and took another drink as Mark spoke.

“Alright slut… Put on some of your new clothes. We’re going to have some company. Karen?... You may need to help this drunk cunt.”

Karen chose the new top that read ‘CUMDUMP’, a white micro-mini skirt and stockings and heels. She also put a tattoo on Lisa’s forehead that read ‘SLUT’. Lisa had just finished another glass of whiskey when the doorbell rang. Mark looked at her and said, “Here’s your company. Invite them in the way a slut should and introduce yourself, fuckmeat.”

Lisa smiled and nodded and jumped up to answer the door. The drunk mother nearly fell down but she regained her balance and staggered to the door and opened it. There were four boys, about Mark’s age at the door. Lisa proceeded to invite them in the way she knew Mark wanted her to.

“Hello boys… Please come in. I’m the slut. I hope you boys are horny… Just think of me as some fuckholes and tits… Come in.”

“Uh… Are you alright, Ms. Wilson?” a tall, lanky boy asked, surprised.

“Hey John… This is what I was telling you about. Yeah… She’s OK… Come in and meet my new fuckpig mother.” Mark shouted.

The four boys entered but stared at Lisa, who just gave them drunken, stupid looks.

“Damn Mark…You weren’t kidding. But your Mother? Wow!... I would have never believed it.” John answered.

“Well believe it… Hey bitch… Ask them if they want to feel you up.”

Lisa staggered to the boys and flashed them a warm, sexy smile. She cupped her tits as she tried to focus her eyes.

“Hi guys… Do you boys like big titted sluts?...Who wants to play with them… They’re nice and big and soft…. Your John, right?...Here… you try them out first.” she said. She took John’s hands, placed them on her huge tits, put her hands behind back. John looked at Mark and Karen questionably.

“You heard the cunt… Go for it. By the way mother-slut likes her slut-tits hurt so feel free to work them over good John. Talk dirty to her also. The bitch loves it.”

Lisa nodded her head in agreement with her son and winked at John. John turned his attention to Lisa’s tits as the other three boys encircled. Lisa looked from one boy to the other. The lust in they’re eyes was clear. A small orgasm warmed her cunt when John squeezed her tits hard.

“Your’e right slut… These are some nice tits… You like that cunt?...Do you?” he asked as her gripped her left tit as hard as he could and tried to pull her right nipple off. The moans and dreamy look from Lisa made it clear that she did but Lisa still answered his question.

“Oh yes John… I love it. Harder… really hurt this whore’s tits.” she moaned through her whiskey fog. Karen looked at Mark and laughed.

“You are turning into quite the little slut, aren’t mother… Squeeze them harder John. I bet you could make the whore cum just by working her tits over.”

“Yes Karen dear… I am turning into a slut….Ooohhh… That’s so good John!” Lisa groaned as another orgasm hit her, this one a little stronger that the last one. John mauled her tits even harder, responding to the encouragement of mother and daughter.

“Hey Mickey… Try one of these… These are some great tits. You don’t mind, do you cunt? Love your tattoo. So… Is that right? Are you a slut?” he asked looked at the ‘SLUT’ tattoo on Lisa’s forehead.

“No I don’t mind. I’d love it if all of you worked my slut-tits over… I’m glad you like my tattoo. My daughter put it on me. It’s just a temporary one but I wish it was real…And yes. I am a slut.” Lisa cooed.

Mickey grabbed her right jug and crushed it in his strong, young hand.

“Hell yeah John! You’re right. These are some GREAT tits!... Hey cunt! I’m not being too hard on you’re tits, am I.” Mickey asked.

Lisa turned her head toward Mickey and kissed him deep.

“Oh no darling… Please…Squeeze this whore’s tits harder baby…Uhmmm… Harder!” she whimpered.

He did. The harder he squeezed, the more she moaned bringing laughter from the boys and her children. Lisa didn’t know why, but she felt compelled to join in their laughter.

“Hey Phil… check out her tits.” John said as he stood back to let Phil a shot at her tit.

As Mickey and Phil were kneading the drunken mother’s tits, Mark pressed another glass of whiskey and coke to her lips. She thirstily drank it down and nearly fell over. Luckily, Mickey and Phil had firm grips on her huge tits and Lisa just swayed instead of falling.

“Hey guys… Don’t forget her slut-cunt… I think the bitch needs her cunt fingered fucked in the worse way.” Karen suggested.

What happened next was lost in an Ecstasy and alcohol amnesia.

Later, Lisa awakened naked on the living room floor with a headache. She tried to remember what all had happened. All she could recall were snapshots of recollection. She remembered the boys playing with her tits and her begging them to play with them harder. She remembered Karen encouraging the boys to play with her shaved pussy. She groggily sat up and noticed the dried cum on her tits the she felt the tightness on her face which had to be dried cum.

“Oh my God!... Mark and Karen let those boys fuck me! How could they do that to ME????.... Their own mother?... This has to stop!...What’s happening to me?... What am I becoming?” Lisa said as she began to cry alone in the darkness.

To be continued...