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The Cycle of Abuse

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I saw the way he looked at my kids, and I knew exactly what it ment. #Grooming

In a word, he was a Child Molestor, but my children weren’t that young. My eldest, Peter was 12, and already telling people he was a “Teenager.” My youngest, Eve was 9, almost 10 but short, and skinny for her age. She could pass for much younger, though she didn’t lie about her age, that I knew of. Still, she was old enough that her father, my husband forbade her to have boys in her room, since he’d caught her kissing one in the back yard.

We were out shopping for grocieries, and party supplies for New Years, and the kids were running around the store. “Look at these!” Eve held up a set of foam plastic plates, “They’re sparkly!” They turned out to have glitter imbedded in their surface, there were napkins, and cups to go with them, so I loaded up the set, and Peter helpfully went to get another cart, to push along with us, and stock up for the party.

It was going to be a big one, we invited everyone, including other children from their schools, and their families. When he came back, I saw one of the stockers following him, and checking out his ass. I’m going to say a teenager, maybe early 20s, but working in a warehouse store with grocieries, and party supplies. His complection had cleared up, but his forehead, and cheekbones were pock marked with acne scars from picking at them, I assumed.

He saw me, and stopped. Looked up embarrassed, and turned to keep walking at the end of the aisle, but I knew that look. He wasn’t gay, I know this for a fact, he was a child molestor, but my son. Bless his heart, he couldn’t wait to be a teenager, starting high school, as a freshman next year, and even starting adult things.

He hung back, out of view, until we finished half filling the seccond cart. Not Peter, the pedorast. Peter just helped pushing the cart, while I moved the first towards the checkout, and little mister creepy volunteered to bag for us. “Hey, we’ve got a lot of stuff here, would you mind helping us load up the car?”

“Of course!” His voice cracked on the seccond word, and he tried to swallow, nervously. He looked me over too, but his eyes kept darting over to Eve. She got up in the back seat, leaning over it to watch him load up the back of the Suburban. I know, it’s technically an SUV, so don’t bother pointing out that I called it a car.

While he was busy, I checked him out too. Especially the back of his pants, where the pulled tight. Bending to get a heavy bag out of one of the baskets, or squatting to get a case of cans from the rack underneath. Smiling to myself, I even thought how this was like. From this side of things, looking at a younger man, and thinking how I could take advantage of his youth. His eagerness to please, and no doubt his healthy sexual appetites.

To go along with sick and twisted sexual attractions, to boys and girls. Younger looking mothers. I suppose I have to point out that I was abused. Childporn, before I started puberty, so I wanted to stay thin. I shaved my body hair so it wouldn’t show, and even after I became a mother, I stayed in shape. Other than my modest 32A cups, I could pass for much younger, and I still had my bodyhair removed so I don’t have to shave.

While I was waiting, I got out a small pad of sticky notes, and a pen to write down the address. “We’re having a little party.” I stuck it to his apron, and let my hand slip down from smoothing it onto the thin cloth. Brushing right over his crotch, I felt something with my knuckles, I can’t be sure, but his reaction was priceless. “Everyone’s invited, so why don’t you stop bi?”

He nodded, without a word, and pushed both shopping carts back to the corral, while I got out my keys, and backed out. “Buckle up, Eve.”

Now, she was up in the window, so she had to sit down, and pull the belt across her lap, in the booster seat.

“Mom, what were you doing with that homo?”

“Huh! Jerry?” I shook my head. “He’s not a homosexual, you saw the way he was looking at me.”

“Yeah, me too!” Eve noticed.

“Well, he looked at me like a homo.” Peter crossed his arms, upset by the attention, so I had to talk to him about sexualities.

“There’s all kinds of sexualities, and some of them aren’t as narrow as gay, or straight.”

“Ooh!” Eve raised her hand in the back seat, as if I was the teacher. You can take the schoolgirl out of school… “Like bisexual boys? I know lots of bisexual girls, but they say bisexual boys are hot.”

“How would they know?” Peter turned around in the passenger seat, “They’re all virgins in your school.”

Eve giggled, and shook her head. “Not all of them, you’d be surprised.” While they played 20 questions, and Peter tried to get her to tell him who’d lost her virginity in the 6th grade, I just reflected on the fact that I’d left out a little of the truth. I never said that Jerry was bisexual. I only knew his first name from the nmetag on his apron, so I couldn’t check the sex offender registry for his face.

I was willing to be that he was an opportunistic sex offender. Which isn’t unlike a bisexual, except for the issue of Consent. They don’t care, they won’t ask, and they won’t take no for an answer, but they take what they can get, sexually. Let’s just say I’ve known more than a few, and they’re easy to spot, by their behavior.

The trick is you watch their eyes. They avoid eye contact, this one didn’t have the ballcap to keep his head down, and hide where he was looking, but that’s the secret. Out in public, they can’t help looking, suspiciously for any opportunity to offend. Any possible victim going off aone, be it a precocious tweenage boy at the grocery store, or a drunk college girl staggaring back from the bar drunk, and bending over to puke, without a friend to hold her hair.

So he can grab her hair, force her down behind a bush, and yank down her underwear. Brutally sodimized on the concrete floor of a tunnel under the streets of Paris like Monica Bellucci in Irreversable.

“Huh!” I crossed my legs at the light, rubbing them together, even though I had been raped. Several times (Though not in the same night) and I knew better than anyone how the reality was so much worse than the fantasy. That one scene still turns me on. Probably because it isn’t me, Monica Bellucci looks nothing like me, and I can tell myself she got what she deserved. Going out alone at night, dressed like that, knowing there are sexual predators.

Like the one I just invited to our New Years party. I wonder if he’ll have the balls to show up? I wonder if I can just stand bye, and listen to him raping her. My little girl, calling my name. “Mommy, make him stop, he’s hurting me!”

Finally, we got to the space we’d rented, and I busied myself, telling Peter to put those over there, by the folding tables. The drinks in the cooler, so they’d be ready for New Years…

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Eve (M/d CP Grooming NS)

“Eve?” My mom called me into their bedroom.

“Yes mom?” She was sitting on their bed, holding a photo album. Her secret pictures, and I looked over at her dresser, but she had pushed the drawer back, before she called me.

“We need to talk.” She patted the end of the bed, so I sat down next to her, and opened up the notebook, with the black and white splotchy cover, and Composition in a white box. Graph Paper stapled together so she could glue the pictures neatly to the pages.

“When I was,” she didn’t say my age. She stopped, and said, “A little older than you are now, I wanted to be a model.” She was standing up in front of a rack full of clothes. “So, I met with a photographer at the mall, and he was looking for fresh faces.”

She turned the page, and I nodded. “You’re in your underwear, or did he let you borrow some?” I had so many questions, ever since I found her secret stash underneath the bottom drawer of her dresser. There was a board in the bottom, so they didn’t fall down where you could see them, underneath the dresser, but she didn’t pull the sex toys out.

“These were mine,” I nodded when she pointed out a plain pair of white cotton panties, “And he let me borrow these.”

I nodded, “Those are much nicer, and they have a bra to match.”

“Yes, of course. You still haven’t had your period?”

“No not yet,” I crossed my legs, starting to feel a little warm, and moist in my own underwear. “Any day now, but grandma wouldn’t buy you nice underwear like these?” I turned the page to the nice lacy ones. My mom turned to strike a pose, with her knee out, and her hair over her shoulders to look back at the camera pouting, but the bright red lace stretched across her bottom, and the bra strap showing under her arms held up to cover her chest. “These are my favorites.”

She laughed, “Well, we’ll have to see if they have them in your size.”

“Just the panties,” I don’t need the bra yet, and training bras are so uncomfortable. I don’t wear them unless I have to for school. I guess they’re okay for layering, since it’s winter break, and getting colder. I can still come home, and take them off when they get uncomfortable, but not at school. I have to wear them all day, and I know that’s the point of training bras. You’re supposed to get used to them, for when you start growing breasts, but I’m not there yet.

“Sniff!” I looked up, and she wiped her eyes, but she took off her makeup, so she didn’t have any maskara to run.

“Mommy,” I hugged her, “Why are you crying?”

“Huh, it’s just acting.” I nodded, she had videotapes too. I’m glad that when she cried, it was just acting. She turned the page, to all the pictures where she’s crying, and naked. “He wanted to see if I could act happy, or sad. I finally found a way to cry on camera.”

I shook my head, “No not in the pictures, is that part of the Method?”

She stopped crying, it was just 1 tear. “Huh, that’s right. Just like the Thanksgiving play. You just think back to a time in your life when you felt that way, and channel that into your performance.”

“I was never a carrot before, mom.” But I still got to be one of the Mirepoix triplets, even though the other 2 girls weren’t even my sisters. I got to be the carrot!

“I know,” she squeezed my shoulders. “I suppose that the Method doesn’t really work for acting like a carrot.”

“Or a dragon princess? How did Emilia Clarke get into character, when she’s never even seen a real dragon before? They’re all CGI.” Drogo wasn’t CGI for their wedding night though. I have to wonder, are her tits real?

“I know, but there’s other ways of acting, stop changing the subject, okay? Huh!” She closed the book, before she got to the other pictures, with the other girls like her. “The point is, that there’s a man coming to the party, and he’s an Agent. I know that you’ve got your heart set on being a movie star, so he’s going to want to take pictures, and maybe even make videos.”

“Oh! Okay. Mom?” I asked on the way out. “Are you bisexual?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good,” that answers that. “Does dad know?”

“Huh, I’m sure he suspects, but I took a vow to be faithful, and he doesn’t want to see me with anyone else, even another woman.”

“Huh, no threesomes, though.”

“Well,” she blushed, and tried to keep a straight face. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt his feelings.”

I nodded, and closed the door when I left. I was horny now, so I went back to play with myself alone.

Too bad my brother’s not around…

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Peter (B/s Incest)

“Eve, uh. I’ve been thinking, maybe you should stop.”

“Oh!” she took her hand out of my lap. “I’m horny!”

“I know, believe me, I know just what it’s like being horny all the time, but I don’t want to get you pregnant.”

“I can’t get pregnant before I even get my period.” Just the thought of her pussy bleeding again helped the swelling go down.

“Well, actually I’ve been doing a little research, and it turns out that you ovulate before you start bleeding. So, it’s possible for you to be fertile before your period, and I just don’t want to take any chances. You’d tell me, if you got your period, right? You wouldn’t hide it, just so we can keep having sex?”

“Of course not, you’re my brother, and I love you, I’d never lie to you.”

“You lie to me all the time!”

“I know, but not about anything as important as that!”

“Huh, okay, but. You remember what you said about bisexual boys being hot?”

“No, that wasn’t me. I mean yeah, I said it, but I was just quoting Broo, uh. A friend of mine.”

“Huh, well I was thinking, you know that guy from the Costco? Jerry, the guy that helped us with the groceries?”

“Oh, he’s not hot, even if he is bisexual. You’re much better looking.”

“Yeah, well. Okay, maybe one that doesn’t look like a bad case of chicken pox, I guess wearing a mask to work made his face break out.” My nose itched, and I wanted to scratch it so bad, but mom told me that just makes it worse. I can get scabs under my nails, and that just spreads the infection around. She went through puberty once, so she would know.

“I don’t need another boyfriend, when I’ve got you.” She hugged me.

“Well, maybe there’s going to be a lots of guys there, so if you give them a chance. I know that some guys’ll suck a dick if they get drunk enough.”

She laughed, “Why, Peter. Are you turning bicurious?”

“I don’t know, but you know what mom says.”

She nodded, “How do you know you won;t like it, if you don’t try it?”

“Well, there’s going to be a lot of guys there at the Newyears party.”

“You mean my birthday party.”

“Yes, of course, it’s your birthday too.”

“I’m going to be 10.” She held up both hands, spreading her fingers wide open.

“I know, so maybe you should give other guys a chance.”

“I tell you what, if you do it, I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Suck a dick? I bet you don’t have the balls to suck a dick.”

“You’re on!” Little does she know, I already tried it. It was worth it for the best blowjob in my life, but I don’t want to tell her that. Boys just give better head, it’s a fact. We know how to do it, naturally, because we know what blowjobs feel like. No matter how much practice she gets, she just can’t compete with that.

“Well, I’m going to need 10 swats.” She got up, and rolled over on the bed to shake her panties at me.

“New underwear?”

“Yeah, mom got them for me, you like them?”

“HhuhH!” My hands shook, and I licked the corner of my mouth, before I started drooling. “Yeah, they’re. Pretty.” Yeah, pretty sexy! I could see her pussy crease through the lacy crotch.

“Well?” She twisted to look back. “This ass isn’t going to spank itself!” She slapped both cheeks, then got back down on her hands and knees. Just to get my hands on her, she knows that I can’t stop myself.

“You’re such a bad, bad girl.”

“I know, but that’s just 2. Keep going.”

I rubbed them in, but I couldn’t help slipping my fingers down to her damp crotch…

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It’s not New Years Eve yet. Besides, there is such a thing as Foreshadowing…

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7 Comments

  • Reply JimJam ID:42onbbcd4

    I cannot follow this story! It jumps and uses general terms such as “he”, “she, etc. making it difficult to figure out who?

    • Psiberzerker ID:1i2lz52uqra

      Pronouns? Okay, well it’s generally implicit in the context. (Especially in the beginning of the story, when there’s only 2 male characters, and 2 female characters for him, or her to be.) Maybe the next few chapters might be a little too complex, so you might want to skip them.

  • Reply Nerddom88 ID:2atx32a9qk

    This is so hot! I hope you do another chapter soon!! 😫 if anyone wants to chat I have kik or sc

  • Reply paula ID:gipxfsc44

    i wished the guy would show up and rape their children hard and rough

    • Psiberzerker ID:1i2lz52uqra

      There’s still plenty of time… I’m setting it up so there’s lots of people, and lots can happen at the party, because I’m off work the next couple days.

    • Daddy’s girl ID:1fr5gtbzm

      Me too!

    • Mallory ID:2t4jdkdzk

      Me too