Chapter 14

Mae lay in bed the next morning, reliving the scene she had witnessed the night before. She cringed. I should have stopped them. Brother and sister-fucking! My own children! Fucking!

Mae was beset by demons. Her memories of what she had done with Peter and Penny tormented her. She tossed and turned. Lord, I need to be punished! I'm depraved beyond imagining!

She gripped her big, soft breasts and dug in her nails. The pain wasn't enough. She had the impulse to run naked through the streets. Yet she realized, if she did that, she would need to be punished for that in turn. The cycle was endless.

Where had her need for humiliation and punishment started? Where was the first sin that required continuing sin? She couldn't remember. She only wanted to be servile and submissive, to do what others ordered her to do. That way, somehow, it wasn't her responsibility. What happened was their fault.

She lay in bed fearful, however, fearful that Peter was lying in his bed, waiting for her. Or Penny ... Penny might be staying home sick after being-after having-Mae couldn't think the words. She avoided out the memories-the vivid, indelible pictures in her mind.

Mae's hands drifted down her body like spiders, under the covers, aimless, erratic, yet both converging on her pajama-covered loins. She closed her eyes tighter. She breathed in short, unknowing gasps. Her hands had made their way into her pajama bottoms ... her hands were on her naked flesh-on her pussy, probing, sending blind fingers between the slippery lips, the quickly slippery lips ... plucking at folds of labia, finding the swelling, hardening clitoris. Stroking ... stroking....

Mae writhed under the covers. Her mind was a cataract of images, stray thoughts ... planning the evening meal, planning her ironing, as her evil, uncontrollable fingers brought her to a swift, panting, shattering orgasm. Her mind reeling from the pleasure, Mae somehow wasn't satisfied. There was no shame for her in simple manual masturbation. There was no inner balancing of the guilt scales.

Mae threw the covers down. She sprawled on the bed and swiftly, pantingly, stripped off her pajamas. She lay back on the bed, legs wide open, writhing, with her hands clamped tightly, painfully, onto her fat breasts. Her big nipples poked up between her fingers. She tightened those fingers and sent a hot pain glowing through the heavy flesh. She was breathing fast. She leaped out of bed and opened the bottom drawer of her dresser. She took out that long brown box and opened it. She withdrew the long, thick dildo. In her mind-Peter's cock! She measured the yielding plastic with her hands. She closed her eyes. Yes-Peter's cock was at least this thick ... and at least this long ... She shivered in the throes of breathtaking memory.

Slowly, eyes closed, she lowered her head and took the big, plastic glans into her mouth. She moaned. She sucked the glans, and took more of the dildo into her mouth ... Mae pulled the thing from her mouth and flung herself, sobbing, to the unmade bed, clutching the plastic cock in her right hand. Slowly, naked, she hunched up onto her knees, her face and shoulders pressed to the sheet, her white, gourd-like breasts hanging softly. She reached under her belly with the dildo and with both hands poked it at her loose, wet pussy lips.

Mae sighed and quivered as the head entered her. She let her legs straighten slowly, lowering her hips, and driving the length of plastic cock farther up into her hot cunt. She whispered thickly, "Peter ... my son ... my son...." She let herself down farther onto the artificial cock. She moaned quaveringly. The thing penetrated far up into her belly. She mouthed folds of the sheet under her face and clenched her teeth on them. She rolled her head. Her arms tensed, her grip tightened on the end of the dildo as she ground her hips lower, thrusting ... taking ... moaning her son's name over and over, out of her mind with shameful, forbidden lust.

Mae panted and writhed on the bed, her hands far down under her, holding the base of the dildo in position as she wildly fucked the huge length. She shuddered repeatedly. Bolts of pleasure shot through her loins. She quieted. She rolled over onto her side, eyes still closed, lips silently forming Peter's name. Gradually, her sanity returned. She wailed and covered her face with her hands. She used one hand to drag the giant plastic cock from her still spasming cunt.

She staggered off the bed and dressed feverishly, the dildo on the bed, its box on the dresser-awareness suppressed! It didn't happen. It didn't happen.

Mae sighed and sighed and relaxed. And dreaded leaving the bedroom. They might be waiting! She looked at her watch. It was way past the time they should have left for school. She listened, holding her breath. Her fingers wiped themselves on the sheets without her knowing. Clever fingers.

Silence. She crept out of the room. She had to know. She crept very carefully, very quietly, down the hall to Peter's room. The door was open ... He wasn't there! Mae slumped with relief. But maybe Penny! Mae crept farther and saw her daughter's door ajar, and her daughter's bed mussed and empty.

The house was loud with emptiness. Mae blinked and said aloud to herself, "Now my masters are away, and I can do the things around here that have to be done. They really have to leave me alone once in a while." She went into the kitchen and cleared the dishes the kids had left. At odd times during the day she stopped abruptly, cocked her head in a strained, bird-like motion, and listened.

Lars drove up at two-thirty in the afternoon, from the airport. He came booming into the house. "MAE? LORD AND MASTER IS HOME!"

In Penny's bedroom, Mae was smoothing the bedspread over a pillow. She whispered, wide-eyed, "Peter?" And she blushed violently. Her mind filled with images of her son's monstrously big cock ... and she felt it in her hands ... and she felt it in her mouth....

Lars found her in the bedroom, one hand on the spread, half bent over, a vacant, dreaming look on her face. "Thinking of me?" He grabbed one of her breasts.

Mae shuddered, and saw him. "Oh!-Lars." She blinked rapidly. "You're back."

"Back and ready to fuck you blind. I've been without for three days and I've saved up every drop for you." He pulled her around to face him. He squeezed her large breasts. "Get these clothes off! Goddamned bras!" His pants were already bulging with an erection. He dragged her by the hand into the master bedroom.

"Yes, Lars." Mae obediently started to unbutton her dress.

Lars pulled her into their bedroom. He grumbled, "Why can't you do this room first? Always those kids come before anything...." He saw the forgotten dildo lying on the rumpled sheet. "What the hell?" He picked it up-Mae gasped. Her fist flew to her mouth. She bit a knuckle painfully hard. Her brown eyes dilated. Lars's blue eyes turned hard and cold. "This is what you do when I'm away?" He flung the soft plastic cock down on the bed. "Son of a bitch!" He grabbed Mae and threw her onto the bed. "That's almost as bad as having another man!" He slapped Mae-hard! Her head was jolted to the left. His other hand came around and cracked on her other cheek. Her head jerked back. Mae sobbed with shock and pain. Her cheeks were afire. Her head felt disconnected. But she knew she deserved it. This punishment and this exposure of her secret vice.

Lars was truly furious. There were red blotches in his cheeks. His eyes blazed. He began ripping Mae's clothes from her. Her house dress was shredded away. Her white slip was yanked powerfully from the top-the straps gave, the seams parted. Two swipes of his powerful arm and hand and it was rags on the floor where he had tossed the strips of cotton dress. Mae did not dare resist. She had never seen Lars this angry before. He was ferocious. He grunted as he hooked strong fingers into her right bra cup. He pulled and the straps tore free ... the hooks in the bag ripped out. The deep cotton cup that had held her right breast came away suddenly. Her breast sagged slightly to the side of her chest. The nipple surged into violent prominence.

"Bitch!" Lars tore the remains of her bra off her left shoulder and arm. She was naked except for white panties. He was gasping with effort and rage. He grabbed two handfuls of the panties at the waistband and hauled upward. Mae's hips were lifted off the bed for a second-then the thin elastic and rayon yielded and ripped. He dragged the remains down her legs and off. He threw her slippers violently away. Mae was naked. There were red strap-welts on her buttery skin. Her breasts rose and fell quickly in fear and anticipation. What was he going to do to her to punish her?

Lars stood beside the bed, glaring down at her, his chest heaving. He reached down and picked up the long, fat plastic cock. He slapped it into his left palm like a club. Thwack-thwack-thwack. He said harshly, "You like this thing, huh? You fuck yourself with it, huh? Is it as good as a live cock?"

Mae shook her head. She couldn't meet his gaze.

"What?"

"No."

"Why isn't it? It's bigger than mine. Is that what you like-size?"

Mae said weakly, "No."

Lars kept whacking the dildo into his palm. He said, "Get out my prick and start sucking me!"

Mae was relieved. She scrambled to obey. A moment later she had his pants and briefs down to his ankles. She quickly swooped her open, soft-lipped mouth to take three inches of his small-headed, thick-shouldered cock. She sucked eagerly. She had to please him. She had to placate one of her masters. It was good to be submissive like this. It was satisfying, but shameful, too.

Mae sucked ... She filled her swooping, moving mouth with his rigid cock, and slithered her tongue here and there, and tried a corkscrew turning of her head, tried different caresses with her hands and fingers on the slab-like shaft, and under, where the taut sac held his nervous balls ... along his tense, rock-hard thighs. She sat on the edge of the bed and served Lars. And from the corner of her eye she saw the dildo hanging from his right hand, swaying, nudging her arm and shoulder as she sucked him.

Abruptly, Lars said, "That's enough in that position. I want to try something." He shoved her to the center of the bed. He crouched over her in the sixty-nine position, the dildo still in his hand. His cock hung stiffly down toward her mouth.

Mae's guts were watery. He was going to use the dildo on her while she sucked him, she knew it! It would be painful and brutal. Punishment! Her excitement increased.

"Suck!" Lars peered under and thrust down at her open, waiting mouth ... that hot, wet hole with that great, churning tongue! His glans was taken into the clinging furnace of her mouth. He thrust deeper, vindictively, sensuously. He gazed down at Mae's pussy. The lips were puffed and pink with arousal. There was a film of slippery secretion. He began mouth fucking-driving his cock down into her receptive lips.

He watched her legs open and her knees raise. Her slit parted to show a gorge of juicy, delicate pinkness. He could see her inner, cunt opening. It seemed to open and close as her growing lust in sucking him manifested itself in reflexive spasming in her vagina.

Lars enjoyed her sweet, skilled mouth! God, Mae was a great cocksucker! A great fuck, too. He drilled his very wide cock down and down. She had all she could handle now. She was making those gagging sounds each time he sank his cock between those hot, straining, soft lips, and down along that whipped cream tongue.

Lars remembered the dildo clutched in his right hand. He grinned. He wanted to see how much of that thing she could take. He braced himself with his left arm and pressed the huge plastic cock's head into her wet slit, into the yielding pinkness ... into the opening to her vagina, which expanded to encompass it.

Lars became fascinated with the up-close spectacle of seeing a woman's pussy when a big cock was entering. He pressed more of the molded plastic shaft into her cunt. The inner lips were drawn inward by its thickness and lack of lubrication.

Mae felt what he was doing. But he was gentle. That wasn't right. Somehow, she scraped his cock with her teeth. She almost never did it.

Lars hissed, jerked and growled at her to be careful! To teach her a lesson he jolted her head back into the mattress with a powerful thrust of his cock-down to the back of her throat where her palate closed-on his glans in a paroxysm of automatic muscle spasming. And he jammed the dildo still deeper into her cunt. Half of the thing was in her. He drew some of it out and plunged still more in ... and in ... and in!

Now there was inner resistance to the incredible thickness and length he had pushed into her belly. He grinned and twisted and turned the shaft, applying more pressure. "Like it, baby? LIKE IT?"

She gagged on his plunging cock. He was getting that tight inner glow. She made groaning, moaning pain sounds as he forced the dildo deeper and deeper into her cunt. His gripping fist was grinding into the sensitive, splayed lips of her vulva. As his passion and lust approached orgasm, Lars began drawing the dildo almost all the way out of her cunt, then plunging it in-deep! till his fist smacked wetly against the wide open pussy lips. With each down-fuck into Mae's sucking, tonguing mouth, he jammed the dildo into her cunt. Now-faster-faster!

Mae's hips were writhing, jumping, jerking around. She had her hands up on his ass, urging him to mouth fuck her as deep and hard as he wanted.

Lars puzzled for a split second at her unusual willingness this time. She had almost seemed to want this. God, he was close to coming now! He was beginning to tremble all over. It was going to be a mindblower. The sensations were filling his loins, his guts! His cock felt like a red-hot ingot, and that intense heat was pure pleasure, getting tighter and tighter and more and more near the edge of no-control. His mind began to rock like a boat in a storm. A great lust-a hurricane of sensation-ecstasy!-was swirling in his cock.

Lars plunged his cock into Mae's hot cauldron of a mouth-oh, now-OH, now-oh, NOW!

He slammed the dildo into her cunt. Faster! Her belly rippled and bloated. Gurgling, gobbling sounds came from her throat. Smack-Smack-Smack! The huge wet length of the dildo was buried in her clenching cunt, time after time.

She was loving it! With his last clear, pre-orgasm thought, Lars realized this. His blue eyes were fiercely bright with the rapture that was shaking his body. His cock was being swallowed. Her tongue was a velvet snake, drawing his soul out of his skull! Lars drew the dildo completely out of her cunt. The long, thick plastic shaft and head dripped with her lubrication. He was going-She was plunging her head up and down, using her mouth as a cunt, her tongue as a slithering devil that was luring his first great spasm of overwhelming ecstasy.

Lars quivered, frozen-hanging on the edge of that golden, molten cliff. He rasped air into his lungs. He couldn't think anymore. From some evil depth of his psyche came a command-and he crammed the dildo into Mae's anus!

Before her body-mind could react-the fat, soft plastic head was in her rectum. Her cunt juices made the dildo a stiff, slippery eel! She was paralyzed with shock and an agony of pain as the thick bulk was crammed up past her rectum-into her lower colon, up-up-squishing through soft-formed shit-wrenching natural curves of bowel to exquisitely painful straightness and distorted expansion.

Lars roared with demonic joy as he spurted into the down-curving, spasming softness of her palate. He rammed the dildo into her ass! He roared and spurted again-again! His face was a mask of delight and sensory torture. And he continued to rape her anus-to churn her guts, so that she choked on his jetting semen and gurgled a strangling scream of pain.

Then-too soon-the magic frenzy was over. Lars let her suck him dry. The pleasure drained with his last drops, the last thin flow. He loosed the sweaty end of the dildo. He wasn't interested in that anymore. Lars grunted himself away from her. He lurched into the bathroom.

On the bed, on her side now, Mae slowly, carefully, sobbing quietly, pulled the massive plastic cock from her ass. The pain was a funny pain now ... soft and hot and oddly nice. She was afraid to think about it. Mae crawled painfully off the bed and put the smeared, evil-smelling dildo back into its long brown box. She would wash it later. She was confused. She stared stupidly at her torn clothes on the floor. She went out of the room to the other bathroom.

It would soon be time for the kids to come home from school. She had to be ready for Peter....