Chapter 8
When she awoke, her mouth was filled with seminal fluid, and she spat it into a tissue from a box on her night table. Then she hawked up more of it and spat that out, as well. She'd be damned if she would willingly swallow some strange man's semen.
Bright light told her the sun was shining into her bedroom window, and when she looked at the nearby clock, she saw it was almost ten. She had been asleep all this time.
Her bones hurt, as did every muscle in her body. Her vagina felt sore, but her anus felt even more sore, yet the soreness served to remind her that in spite of all the horror, she had matched the men, orgasm for orgasm. Even that disgusting one in her mouth had been matched with a climax of her own. Crusted sperm covered her, front and rear.
Staggering out of the bedroom, she went to the bathroom and slid under a hot shower. She needed the wet heat to ease the soreness in her aching body. Moments later, she began to feel relaxed.
The shower over, she stepped out and dried herself off with a towel. Then she ran her fingers through her short hair, deciding a quick brushing would make it fall into place.
With a wet towel wrapped around her, she stepped from the bathroom into her bedroom, and there was Keith, sitting on the stool in front of her dressing table. He was in his underwear.
"How d'you feel?" he asked.
"Terrible," she replied. "You had no right to do that to me."
"You had no right cutting me off," he snapped back. "From now on, I'm the man of the house."
"We share responsibilities equally," she reminded him. "I'm working, too. We have to work together."
"Exactly," he nodded. "You and me together. No one else. If anyone tries coming between us, I'll. . .."
"You'll what?" his mother asked. "If anyone's bound to come between us, it'll probably be a girl who's interested in you, one whom you'll be unable to refuse, and one whom you'll one day marry."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to let go of you," the boy insisted. "I mean, any girl I become engaged to will have to accept the fact that when she marries me, she shares my bed with my mother."
"I see," Ellen nodded, feeling defeated. "And if I still don't want to do this terrible thing with you?"
"Terrible? You mean wonderful, don't you, Mother? If you still don't want to do this wonderful thing with me, we can always have some more parties like last night. Those men are my friends for life, now. They really dug fucking you."
"And you?"
"Me? I dug watching you being fucked by all of them. Oh, yeah, I watched every fuck, but I didn't participate. I stayed hidden in the other closet the whole time. Now I know you can take a cock in just about any hole in your body, and I intend making use of all those holes, Mother, unless you object."
She looked at him, saw the fevered stare in his mad eyes, and Ellen knew the only way to maintain some kind of restraint on him would be to give in to him. Horrible as she knew it to be, she also knew her body craved it, because though she had tried to shut her mind to it, the best fucking she had ever received had been from her son. Yes, she would do as he said.
"I don't object," she shrugged.
"Good," he smiled. "Take a day to heal. Tomorrow, I move in here."