Chapter 15

Three days later. Only that short a time. Mae had gotten up, prepared Lars his usual breakfast of hotcakes and eggs, coffee and grapefruit, and kissed him good-bye. But her mind told her something was wrong. As he drove away, she listened to the house and didn't hear the usual small sounds of Peter and Penny as they got up, used the bathroom, dressed.

There was a unique half silence ... different sounds. Penny giggling softly. Peter's voice, muted. And Mae's own fast, frightened breathing. She knew they were planning something with her. Something awful ... dirty ... perverted ... depraved.

Mae felt suffocated. She couldn't get her breath. She swayed in the entranceway, and grabbed at the wall to steady herself. Her stomach was sinking into a bottomless pit. Then Penny walked into the living room stark naked, and Mae knew it was beginning-her total destruction as a sane human being. The horror of it was-a part of Mae's disintegrating personality welcomed what was to come. Insanity is the ultimate social freedom.

Penny smiled and regarded her mother with amused interest. Penny asked, "What's the matter? Getting a premonition, or something?" Penny fondled her lush left breast as she spoke. Her finger thrummed the nipple.

Mae couldn't take Penny's insolent nakedness, and that defiant self-caress. It couldn't be so open! "G-get something on, dear. It isn't decent to walk around in the house like that."

"It isn't decent for a mother to go down on her daughter, either. To say nothing of sucking off her son."

Penny's words, spoken softly, casually, as a matter-of-fact, were like boulders crashing through Mae's fragile self-composure. Mae trembled and turned away, head bowed, hands covering her face.

Penny tsk-tsked. She went to her mother and put her arm around her. "Don't go all to pieces. We love you. We'll always love you. In every way." Penny turned Mae and urged her back toward the hallway. "Come on now, Mother. Peter is waiting."

Mae cringed and tried to resist Penny's urging arm. "No-Oh, God, I can't ... not again."

"Of course you can. You will."

Mae felt dizzy again. Somehow her legs, trembling and uncertain, could not save her.

She allowed Penny to guide her, half pushing, to the master bedroom.

They entered, and there was Peter, his right hand full of his enormous cock, massaging it, working the huge column of hard flesh, lying naked on the bed she had so recently shared with Lars.

Peter grinned. "Hi, Mom. Time to take the wrapper off the package." He stroked his cock slowly, sensually, his legs open, his balls rising and falling from the movement of the skin. "Time to show you the way things are going to be from now on."

Mae hid her face again. She wailed, "What's going to happen to me?"

"All kinds of things. I'm going to fuck you this morning. Penny and I will use you ... It'll be fun. We'll all have fun."

Mae sank to her knees. "Oh, God-God! Why are you doing this to me?" She was so weak-physically, morally, spiritually ... so much like a ball of warm wax that could be shaped and used-yes, used-by anyone ... even her own children!

Mae wept. Peter was going to fuck her. Her breasts were warm ... wax ... in her sleeping bra. And as she knelt, crying, she felt the shameful discomfort of having her nipples erecting against the center seams of the cotton cups.

Penny said, "She really makes a big thing out of it."

"That's where most of the fun is for her-and us." Peter continued his slow pumping of his huge cock. "Mother needs to be dragged through the muck. That's our job."

Penny looked down at her huddling, weeping mother. "Well, then, let's start mucking her up."

Peter nodded. "Mother, stand up! STAND UP!"

Penny stooped to drag Mae to her feet, but Peter waved for her not to.

Mae heard his command. She had to fight. She had to refuse ... or ... it would happen-She quailed at the obscene image that filled her mind. Peter's cock sliding deep into her cunt-OH, GOD! Peter fucking her! Fucking-fucking-fuckingfuckingfucking! Mae sobbed brokenly and could not stop herself from rising to her feet as he had commanded.

"Fine. Now we want you naked like we are! STRIP! STRIP NAKED!"

Mae could not do it facing him. Her eyes were swollen and red. She could barely see, but she knew he was looking, waiting. She was gasping, sick to her stomach, shaking. This was it. This now was going to determine her future-her fate. Mae turned away from the bed. With trembling hands she opened her robe. She sobbed and let it drop to the floor. She stood in her pajamas. Under her pajamas she wore bra and panties. She moaned desperately, beseechingly, "Why are you making me do this?"

Penny said spitefully, "Because you drove Dad away and took on Lars! You have to be punished for that!"

Peter said, "And because it's fun to make you do things like this. It's a pleasure, too. We enjoy what you do for us, Mom. Isn't it a mother's duty to make life a joy for her children? Everybody wins this way, Mom. You can have your cake and eat it, too."

Penny said, "I want to watch her suck you!"

"You will. And I'll watch her eat you. I'll probably fuck her while she's doing it. We're going to have all kinds of sex fun with Mother in the days and months and years to come."

Penny gazed at her brother with open admiration. "Wow. What a master plan. Yeah ... I dig it! We have her all to ourselves ... and we have each other too!"

Peter grinned and nodded.

In a secret part of her mind, Mae grew hot with anticipation. Yes, she wanted it that way. A slave to her domineering twins. They had no restraints. They took what they wanted! They were taking her, now.

Peter saw that Mae had stopped undressing. He put anger and power into his tone. "Mother, I won't say this again! Strip!"

The last shred of resistance melted from her. Peter was her master. Mae succumbed to her needs. She unbuttoned her pajama top and let it fall away. Head bowed, still sobbing-because it was shameful and degraded, and because she had to keep up appearances, and because a large part of her self was scandalized, shocked, outraged, shamed-she pulled the white cord at the waist of her bottoms, and let them slip down off her fleshy hips, down her round thighs.

She reached up behind her back to unhook her bra. But Penny's fingers were there quickly. "I'll do it." Mae's bra opened and Penny's fingers brushed the straps aside. Penny took the opportunity to reach under her mother's arms and softly fill her small, girl's hands with her mother's heavy breasts. She pressed against her mother's back, pressed her own lush breasts there, and mischievously kissed Mae's neck.

Mae trembled. What a strange sensation-the small soft, unmasculine hands on her breasts were pleasant-no! It couldn't be nice! And so Mae warred with herself within herself.

Penny pressed and rubbed her lean, adolescent girl's body against her mother's mature, fully fleshed body ... and turned Mae slowly so that Peter, still manipulating his huge cock, could see fully, from every angle.

Peter said, "Down with those panties, Mother." He motioned for Penny not to assist. "Let her do it for herself. She wants to, anyway. Don't you, Mother?"

"No!" Yet Mae's fingers were plucking at her panties' waistband.

Peter waited. Penny waited. They watched their mother expectantly.

Mae flushed violently. She was facing Peter. Her naked breasts glowed with warmth. Her nipples were achingly erect. A shameful itching was blooming in her cunt. She was sobbing, gasping ... She turned her head to the side and bent forward-and pushed her panties off her hips ... She stepped free of them and straightened up. I'm lost now ... there's nothing but degradation and perversion ahead.

Peter said, "Come to the bed, Mother. Come and get fucked!"

Mae moaned and struggled briefly, ineffectively, as Penny pushed her to the edge of the bed. Then she was pushed forward off balance and had to climb onto the bed-into Peter's waiting arms!

Peter kissed her erotically, with tongue and open-mouthed lust. He had never kissed her before except for dutiful pecks in years past.

Mae was in turmoil. Her dizziness returned. Behind her closed eyes her mind reeled in vertigo. Then her mouth cooperated with her son's lustful, dominating mouth. The cancer of her masochism ate at her remaining sanity and control. She moaned softly around his invading tongue and her arms stole around his neck ... and tightened.

Penny said with pleased surprised, "Hey...." She climbed onto the bed, too, and reached out to grasp and fondle Peter's briefly neglected cock. She squirmed closer and slid her mouth down over the head.

Peter kissed his mother with renewed, intensified lust. Mae was aware-by feel, by sound, by body position-of what Penny was doing. She tore her mouth free of Peter's passionate lips, and looked down, wide-eyed, infinitely shocked and infinitely tolerant of her daughter's worship. No limits-no limits-YES, EVERYTHING! ANYTHING!

Peter put his hands on Mae's heavy, hot breasts. She closed her eyes and wanted to take his mouth, to revel in lasciviousness and incest. But Mae could not initiate. She could not take the responsibility, the blame. It had to be forced on her ... done to her. She trembled and her back arched gradually under the pleasure of his touch, the sweet mauling of her big breasts. Her arms tightened around his neck.

Peter pulled her arms free of his neck. He said, "Use her, Penny. She's yours for a minute."

Penny lifted her mouth from his massively erect cock. Her eyes gleamed with arousal. She put her hands on Mae's breasts as Peter took his away. She fondled the big, deep globes of white, veined flesh. Penny whispered, "I'm still a little sore from that great fucking Peter gave me a few days ago, Mother, but I can take all the tongue you can give me. You want to eat me, Mother? Want to eat your hot Penny?"

Mae could not meet her daughter's gaze. She hung her head. She enjoyed Penny's hands as they patted and squeezed. She could only say brokenly, through sniffling and wet gasps of breath, "If you want me to."

Penny smiled. "I do want you to. Just be careful to keep your tongue out of my cunt. Just on my clit." Penny lay back next to Peter. She shot him a happy, conspiratorial look. She raised her knees and let her thighs fall wide open. "Go to it, Mom. Eat me. EAT ME!"

Mae moved clumsily between her daughter's slim young legs, trying to keep her face hidden, wishing it were night-dark!

Peter laughed. "Poor Mom, so ashamed of what she's letting us make her do."

Mae's face flamed. She could not stifle a wracking series of sobs-the last of her decency was using itself up. She moaned and hid her face between Penny's thighs and pressed her open, wet mouth against the humid, waiting pussy lips.

Penny drew a quick, excited breath. "Tongue me. Use your tongue!"

Mae obeyed. Her tongue flicked into Penny's juicy slit. It found the stiff little clitoris and fluttered over the tiny extremity.

Penny began to moan softly. She began to writhe against her mother's mouth and tongue. She reached over and claimed Peter's huge, throbbing cock. As her mother licked adroitly in her pussy, Penny slowly pumped her brother's cock. She met Peter's eyes.

Peter leaned over and kissed Penny. Their tongues entwined. His hand went to her breasts. Penny began to come. She panted, her toes curled down, her belly sucked in, her hand tightened on his thick, long cock and began to flail up and down. At the last moment-as the sweet, hot pleasure flooded her-Penny slid her mouth free to suck deep, fast lungfuls of air. Her pretty young face twisted with the power of her sensations. Her hips leaped and squirmed as Mae tried to keep her tongue moving on the exquisitely sensitive clitoral area within Penny's flushed slit.

Peter pried her pumping hand from his cock. He was perilously close to shooting off. He didn't want to go that way. He waited until Penny's moans and fast breathing subsided. He observed, smiling, that Mae kept her face hidden in Penny's crotch, even after she had stopped licking. He said, "I think if we put a black sack over Mother's head, with a few small air holes, she'd be much happier."

Penny sighed and looked down. "Like an ostrich with its head in the sand."

"I think I'll put my cock's head into a certain nest...." Peter sat up. "Mother! Roll over onto your back and open your legs."

Penny pulled away from Mae, leaving her exposed. "Go on, Mom! Peter's going to fuck you now! Aren't you excited? Believe me, it's an experience!"

Mae rolled over. She was shaking. Her eyes were shut tight. Her knees slowly rose and fell wide to reveal her thickly bushed pussy. There was a smear of slick wetness on the puffed labia. Her breasts, appearing more full and firm than when she had been exposed by Penny, pushed out dark, grape-like nipples. She whispered to herself, "Oh, God ... oh, God ... help me, help me."

Peter mounted his mother. He rested on elbows and knees. His giant cock lay heavily in her crotch. He gazed down at Mae's tightly closed eyes, quivering cheeks, clenched jaws. He asked Penny, "Put me in her, will you?"

"Will I ever! I want to see every inch go in!"

Mae shuddered with a repressed or weakened emotion. She didn't attempt to move or stop the event.

Penny reached in between their loins and grasped Peter's solid, incredible eight-and-a-quarter-inch cock. She nestled the big, velvety head into Mae's bearded slit, low, where the entrance to the vagina lay. Peter felt the soft wetness and felt his glans settle into the opening. He lustfully watched his mother's face as he put pressure behind his cock and stretched her entrance as he went in.

She made a small, strained grunting sound in her chest. She was gasping shamelessly. Her brown eyes flared open for an instant and were captured by his greedy eyes. Her pupils dilated. Her lids shut tight again. Her lower lip began to tremble.

Penny lay on the bed beside them, peering at their joining. "Give it to her, Peter! Shove it all in!"

"I want to enjoy this." He felt the quivering of his mother's thighs against his hips ... the jelly-like inner surfaces of her cunt ... the tiny nervous spasms of her inner mouth. He hovered in her-with just his glans inside-and savored the sensations. His cock felt like a monstrous living bar qf steel, something alive, connected to him, but apart somehow.

He watched his mother's face. "Like it, Mom?" Mae's lips moved silently. Her hands were clutching the bedding. Peter sank farther into her ... into the special, liquidy heat of his mother's cunt. He was thrilled and astonished at what he was doing. His depravity sent chills up his spine. I'm really sick, sick, sick ... Christ, this is good!

He loved the feel of her cunt closing around more and more of his length. In and in ... slow sweet inches of thick cock into his mother's belly. He had secretly dreamed of this. Now it was real! Now it was happening! Peter gazed down at Mae's slowly changing expression. As he penetrated deeper and deeper, as her son's giant cock filled her, she lost more and more control of herself.

Mae's fast breathing turned raspy. Her fingers clenched the blankets tighter for security, for stability, but the fact of Peter's immense size going deeper and still deeper into her now engorged cunt was too much for her. Mae began to fragment. Her face worked. Her eyes opened and darted about. Small mewlings sounded from her throat.

Penny watched intently, eagerly. She saw Peter give a small, twisting thrust and bury the last inch of his huge cock. Penny quickly looked to her mother's face. Mae's expression was one of naked lust. Her entire body was trembling. Her fingers dug deeper into the bedding.

Peter caught Penny's eye. He said, "Shit, this is great!" He started to fuck Mae ... slowly, deeply. The hot, gut-clenching pleasure of an approaching, irresistible orgasm came alive in him almost immediately. Peter couldn't stop. He had to fuck his mother faster! He slapped his hard, tensed belly against her softer, quaking flesh. His cock plunged into her tightening depths with all his greed and lust behind the thrusts.

Mae began to wail helplessly. Her knees drew back further and further. Her hands were like insane crabs on the bedding, scuttling this way and that ... Peter was rifling his mother's cunt! Plunging madly, smacking her, jolting her! Both their mouths were open, panting, both groaning uncontrollably. Penny was unable to look away from the massive, gargantuan thrusts of Peter's cock. She kept thinking dazedly, I took that much. He was doing that to me!

Peter cried, "OH, CHRIST! OH, CHRIST!" He seemed to be trying to bury his entire body in his mother's flexing belly, to re-enter the womb. Mae was now shuddering continuously, her eyes were bulging from her head, her mouth contorted. She was squealing like a pig. Peter was spurting in her, in his mother! Shooting off! Each spasm of semen coated the walls of her and made each successive thrust more exquisite, more keen.

Mae knew her son had come. She was hardly conscious of anything else. Her loins were suffused with a seething, boiling pleasure that was more shatteringly intense than anything she had ever before experienced with Lars. She was nakedly overwhelmed with her pleasure, openly, shamelessly grunting, panting, clawing the bed, a shattered woman, driven beyond all her limits, with her rigid, and fragile, walls of prescribed behavior and thoughts in utter ruin.

Peter slowed his wild, savage thrusts. He rested on his mother's soft, jerking belly, and her warm, full breasts. When he could speak, he said, "That was only the beginning, Mother. You're our slave now. Now you're ours. We'll use you anytime we want, any way we want."

Mae loved his hot, sweaty weight. She wanted him to lie on her forever. She nodded. "Yes, Peter." Then a reaction set in and she began to weep hysterically.

Peter got off her. His long, soft cock slithered from her still squeezing, softly fluctuating cunt. Peter left the bed with Penny. They stood for a few seconds, naked, hand in hand, watching their mother.

Penny said contemptuously, "She just can't stand change. Any kind of stress...."

"Let's get some breakfast. Fucking makes me hungry," Peter admitted.