Chapter 9
After the Torture Garden, I was taken back to the jail and dumped down a dark hole in the bowels of the building to lick my hard-won wounds. Uncle Roy didn't want any tacky bruises showing when he trotted me out for his customers at the Comstock.
I don't know how long I spent in solitary confinement. All I remember is how I passed the time. Masturbating and dreaming of sex.
Gila Flats had finally gotten the best of me. I'd-gone over the edge into the pit of shameless lust. Sex seemed the only point of my existence as a woman.
My self-image had been so debased by Uncle Roy's brain-washing process that the only way I could see myself was being brutally fucked. Awake or asleep I was on the receiving end of a parade of cunt and ass-wracking sexual abuse.
In my lewd dreams, I imagined everything up to telephone poles engorging my cunt. Awake, I used my fist between my legs to give me the punishing fucking action I craved more than food in my stomach, air in my lungs, or life itself. Most of the time I couldn't tell the difference between fantasy and reality.
Hungering for sexual gratification the way a junkie does for heroin, I was the classic female version of a sexual psychopath. Just dirt. Nothing but a cunt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I would rhythmically chant as I slumped against the wall with my legs spread and beat my meat with my clenched knuckled. It was frequent that after a prolonged work-out in my pussy, I'd drop a notch to my ass and fist-fuck myself there, too.
"Fill me with your big cocks," I would implore the gang of naked men that invariably popped en masse in my dreams. They fucked me everywhere, long and hard, just like at the real life orgy in which I'd participated as a Comstock hooker.
My past as a devoted wife and mother seemed about as far away to me as the doings of my stone-age ancestors living in caves. Now that the soul of my essential femininity had been bared, I felt like I'd always been what I was now-a cheap cunt.
Dan and the kids seemed distant relatives. Who are these people, anyway? I would sometime think when their images flashed through my mind.
Even their fleeting presence was a bore. Of all the persons I envisioned, my husband and my children were the only ones whose sole function wasn't sexual. They seemed to want to communicate with me on a level I couldn't understand.
I didn't want people smiling at me and saying good morning. I wanted them snarling with lust, sweating from every naked pore as they brutally fucked me in one of my tight holes. Dan and the kids just didn't measure up.
"Go away," I yelled irritably at them during a dream when they interrupted a double-fuck of my cunt and ass. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"But, Mommy," a young girl whimpered. "We miss you so much."
"Barbie?" I tentatively called the name of my twelve-year-old daughter. "Is that you?"
"Yes, Mommy, it's me," she said. "Won't you please come home?" I thought I could see her holding her arms out to me.
Then her brother joined her. "Hi, Mom, this is Donnie," he boyishly said. "What Barbie said sorta goes double for me. I miss you real bad. Please come on home."
"No, no, I can't," I vigorously shook my head and replied. "You don't have what I want at home."
"What is it?" Dan joined the children and asked. "Just tell us and we'll do it."
"Can't you see?" I blurted in exasperation. Surely the hard-ons fucking my ass and pussy were abundant evidence of where my interests lay. Christ, did I have to draw these turkeys a diagram?
But I'd forgotten this was a dream. What was visible to me was not necessarily apparent to the other inhabitants. Things and people seemed to invent themselves in dreams.
Of course, they could dis-invent themselves with ease. Which in what the two guys fucking me now did.
I was pissed off. Neither of them had come yet. I felt like Dan and the kids had cheated me out of what was rightfully mine.
"Okay," I finally settled down a little. "You've had your way. You've got my undivided attention. What do you want from me?"
"J-just for you to come back home and be our mom," Barbie muttered with obvious sincerity.
"And be my wife," Dan interjected in that firm voice that sold so many insurance policies. Come to think of it, it was the same convincing tone he'd used the night he proposed to me.
He'd had his cock out at the time. I'd been jerking him off, something we always did in lieu of going all the way. He seemed like he was about ready to come. I was just tensing myself to lean down and swallow the jizz when he asked me to marry him.
"Of course I'll marry you, Dan," I answered with stars in my eyes, oblivious to the cum that was now shooting all over my blouse.
"Good," he leered. "I can't wait to get you in our own bed and legally fuck you. I want your pussy to belong to me."
God, it all seemed so long ago. It was hard to remember how sexual Dan's and my relationship had been back in the days when we were courting. Our sex-life had settled into such a bland groove after we were married, paradoxically after we thought it was finally okay to actually fuck.
Somehow, as I reminisced, our pre-marital sex seemed infinitely more erotic than our marital variety. All the respectable fucks in a marriage didn't pack the thrills of a single clandestine blow-job in the back seat of a car before marriage.
"Remember the way we used to carry on when we were dating?" I surprised myself by saying to Dan in front of the children.
His reply, however, was astonishing. "Yes," he grinned, "I remember how you used to down on me at the drive-in. One night at a double-bill, I came in your mouth six times. You swallowed every drop."
I hadn't thought about that for years. When I stepped on the scale the next morning I'd gained three pounds.
"Is that true, Mom?" Donnie asked in awe. "Did you really fuck Dad's cock with your mouth six times during two movies?"
Now I was flabbergasted. I'd never even thought about either one of my children in connection with sex, and now my eleven-year-old son was grilling me about how much head I'd given to his father.
But Barbie shocked me the most. Even though she was a year older than her brother, as an innocent young girl I'd always assumed she knew nothing of hard-ons. Now, however, she asked me what her daddy's dick tasted like.
I was rendered speechless. What kind of wet dream was this anyway-where a person's family intruded into their lust fantasies.
"I'll bet your dick is sweet, isn't it, Daddy?" Barbie turned and cooed coquettishly. She was acting just like a twelve-year-old whore.
"Stop it!" I shrieked. "I won't have my daughter behaving like a slut, especially with her own father."
"Why not, Mom?" Donnie said bluntly. "Is what you've been doing any better?" All of a sudden he seemed a lot older than eleven.
So they had noticed, after all. Witnessed me being simultaneously fucked in the cunt and ass when they'd crashed my dream. They'd seen what I was and were using it as their license to come clean with me after so many years of living behind the emotional barriers of the middle-class family structure.
It occurred to me that through the miracle of my dream there were suddenly no holds barred between my family and me. Instead of being threatened, I realized a golden opportunity was being handed to me-indeed, in the context of my dream, to all of us.
No more bullshit. While we had the chance, it would be criminal for each of us not to explore who the rest of the family members really were.
If Barbie wanted to know if her father had a sweet-tasting cock, why shouldn't she be able to find out first-hand? If she was old enough to know about it, she was old enough to suck dick.
"Blow him," I told her in an even voice. "Take your father's prick out of his pants and fuck him with your mouth."
"I don't need to," Barbie giggled. "He's already naked."
I blinked my eyes and stared in disbelief. Dan was indeed nude. His stiff cock was jutting out from his hairy loins its full ten inches.
But I'd just seen him with clothes on. He'd been wearing one of the business suits he wears to work.
Then it hit me. Of course he was naked. His dick hard. This was a dream. Such fantastic things happen in dreams. People can become naked just because of some unconscious whim.
There was no doubt about it. Something buried deep within me wanted all this to be happening. Some incestuous instinct I had always repressed.
"Go down on him, Barbie," I reiterated my desire for action. "Get down on your knees and suck Daddy's dick until he comes in your mouth."
Behaving as though it were the most natural act in the world, my little girl knelt before her naked father and slipped the petals of her lips over the throbbing crown of his cock. "Mmmmm," she immediately gave her verdict, "it is sweet."
"What about me?" Donnie jarringly interrupted. "Isn't anybody gonna suck my prick? I can get cream, too."
"Why you're only eleven," I indirectly contradicted him. When I was that age I hadn't even experienced my first menstrual period. I'd never even considered the possibility of sperm from a boy that age.
"Just fuck my prick with your mouth and I'll show you what I can do," he said defiantly.
I saw now that Donnie had become as nude as his father. And like his dad, his dick was a blue veiner.
"Your cock is so long," I blurted in awe. "I didn't know it was so big, or that you had hair on your crotch. Or that your balls were so fat. You're almost a man, Donnie."
"Stop gabbing and suck me," he hissed in a junior macho pose that thrilled me to the core. "I want to fuck your mouth."
All of a sudden I was on my knees, pushing my face into the flexing crotch of my own son. Opening my mouth, I greedily swallowed every thing-all six inches of his youthful hard-on, both nuts, and his tuft of blossoming pubic hair.
Choking with my son's maleness, I began suctioning my oral cavity like a super-charged cunt. Catching up with the erotic rhythm, Donnie began expertly moving his hips in a perfect fucking motion.
Driven by excitement, I slipped my hand between my son's legs and began searching in his downy crack for his asshole. When I found it pouting and aroused, I immediately penetrated it, wiggling downward toward the prostate.
"Ooooh, Mom, that feels so fucking good," he moaned, retreating from the aggressive posture he'd employed to buffalo his cock down my throat. Neither adult or boy, he was charmingly in-between, my precious man-child.
Thinking about Donnie naturally made me think about Barbie. Glancing around the loins whamming my face, I got a clear glimpse of what she was up to with her father.
They were both on the floor now, in a better position for Dan to play with her cunt. Not totally nude like the rest of us in the dream, Barbie was wearing her training bra and white cotton panties.
At the crotch of the panties was a great big lump. Her father's hand was inside the fabric feeling up his daughter's twelve-year-old cunt.
She was lying on her side, still sucking Dan's cock of course. And just like her mother, she had her finger up his ass.
Both father and son started warning us that they were about to come in our mouths. Desperate from the pressure in their balls, Dan and Donnie bridged any generation gap that might have been between them with their primal moans.
With technological precision, my finger hooked into a talon and pulled out of Donnie's tight, young asshole at just the right instant. To my maternal pleasure, its pop was immediately followed by Barbie's clawed digit making a similar exit from her father's shit-pit.
Dan and Donnie both "Ooooommmppphed," at once, sending their clothes into our faces with their thrusting grunts. Then Barbie and I sighed with equal solidarity-the hot cum was pouring down our throats.
I quickly learned that my son had been telling me the truth about his man-sized supply of cream. His eleven-year-old nuts were producing fluid like his cock was a faucet.
Dan must have been producing the same kind of results in Barbie's mouth. I could hear her snorting and gagging as her breathing passages were invaded by the sticky male goo.
When her dad stopped coming and she sat up, rivulets of white cum were streaming from her nose and mouth. My little girl looked like her face was melting.
The instant I had swallowed the last drop of Donnie's boy-jizz, I went for her. I wanted to hold her, show her how much I loved her, exchange cum with a deep, tonguing soul-kiss.
Quickly we were embracing. My knee was in her crotch, with only the thin cotton of her panties to keep it from her cunt. My fingers slid beneath the tiny cups of the training bra and began to titillate the nipples of her diminutive breasts.
Our lips met in a grinding clash, and our tongues explored the depths of each other's throats. In the process, Dan's familiar tasting cum passed from her mouth to mine, and Donnie's from mine to hers. With the accompanying probing action of our tongues, it seemed as though we were fucking and coming in each other's mouths.
Now my free hand dropped between us and I slipped under the elastic of her panties. Her cunt was there waiting for me, its wet lips open and pouting. Immediately I began finger-fucking her tight, little slit.
"Oh, Mama, do it to me," she broke the kiss and whispered wetly in my ear. "Make me come."
Faster and faster I worked my index finger in her pussy. At the same time I pressed my thumb into the folds at the top of her labia and gouged her clit for the first time.
Barbie responded to clitoral stimulation like a woman. Her twat foamed like a snail smothered with salt. Leaking pussy juice flowed down my forearm and dripped from my elbow.
Crazed by desire, I borrowed my hand from her breasts and ripped her underpants from her loins. I had to see my daughter's pussy.
It was beautiful. Simply gorgeous. Is there anything more delectable than a young girl's cunt?
My index finger was splitting the rose-petal labia. My thumb pressing the pink pearl of a clit like a doorbell. The girlish juice that leaked out seemed like honey.
At the mound of the gently sloping vulva was just a wisp of chestnut brown hair. A slender curl of puberty.
"I love your cunt," I told her. "Can Mommy eat it?"
"If you don't, I'll never forgive you," she answered girlishly.
Twisting around, I fell between her slender thighs and got my first taste of her pussy. It was even sweeter tasting than it looked.
In the process of going down on my daughter, I had to swing my legs around so that the bottom half of my body was parallel with the top part of Barbie's. Without even realizing it, I had put us in the perfect position to sixty-nine.
But I still have to credit my daughter for having the brains to exploit it. If she hadn't thrust her face in my crotch and started eating my hairy cunt, I might have never noticed how we were lying.
The minute Barbie's lips touched my labia I began coming. By the time her tongue had rigidly traveled up my fuck-hole, the orgasm was as intense as any I'd ever received from her father.
Speaking of Dan, he and his son were not about to be left on the sidelines. Their pricks restored to full power, the two of them dove into the action.
Dan's cock went right for his daughter's pussy.
My mouth was driven downward until I was sucking Barbie's clean-tasting asshole. Once I got my tongue within the tight orifice I hardly minded the switch.
The same thing, of course, was happening at the center of my own spread loins. Donnie wanted his cock in his mother's cunt, and Barbie would just have to eat my ass. I hoped she found it as delightful as I found hers.
She did. Her tongue went far, far inside. I squeezed my anal sphincters around it until it was trapped to the root. Her expert oral thrusts made the shit gurgle in my bowels.
It was only gradually that I started to feel Donnie's prick. He slipped it in very slowly, almost as though he was afraid of my pussy.
"It doesn't have teeth, Donnie," I reassured him. "Just go ahead and shove and your cock will slide right in."
Recapturing the nerve that had brought him this far, he finally let go and began whamming. His prick traveled to the hilt in my pussy, the balls rubbing against my labia. My son was fucking me. Mother fucking me.
"Harder, harder, harder!" I implored him.
Then Barbie began crying the same thing to her father. Glancing upward, I could see that he was buried to the balls in her all but hairless cunt.
Man and boy responded with machine-gunning pelvic thrusts that were completely synchronized. Fucking us in tandem, father and son got closer and closer to ejaculation.
Confident the semen was soon going to flow, I returned my tongue to Barbie's sweet, young asshole. Colonic goo had started to flow and it was thick and sugary indeed. It was the perfect complement to the cum I expected in my cunt.
My son's cock was so alive, it jumped. He was getting ready to blow.
In an instant, my womb would be swamped with the sperm of the child who had been nurtured to life in that fecund enclosure. I had a separate orgasm just from the anticipation.
The spasms increased. Mine, Donnie's, Dan's, Barbie's.
Donnie's cock grew an extra inch in my pussy. I was sure Dan's did the same in Barbie's.
The boys were groaning. We girls were moaning, even as we tongued one another's asshole.
Hips were bucking. Pelvises grinding. Fucking, fucking, fucking.
And then they came. Simultaneously father and son turned their balls inside out and flooded our cunts.
As I felt my own pussy being filled with male lava, I glanced up into Barbie's pink crotch and saw the same miracle occurring there. Excess welled at her vaginal corners, and then began smearing the taut flesh of her all but hairless groin with alabaster lumpiness.
From the feeling between my own thighs, I realized the same type of overflow was slopping my own twat. The only difference between my twelve-year-old daughter and me was that my crotch possessed infinite stalks of curly hair to become entangled with the viscous sperm.
With the spillover of cum, Barbie and I abandoned each other's assholes and started using our tongues to lap up the male goodness. Our thirsty gulps made us sound like horses at the trough.
As I drank my husband's jism from my daughter's cunt, my heart was pounding. My mind reeled with the various positions the four of us could try once we got this multiple orgasm over with. Two cunts, a brace of hard-ons, four assholes, tits, mouths-the possibilities were endless.
Too bad the light had to shine in my eyes and end it all. The light from the outside world that I hadn't seen in days.
Light that penetrated my eyelids and woke me up, evaporating the fantasy image of my naked family.
"Come on out, bitch," a coarse male voice growled into my cave. "Uncle Roy passed the word down you oughta start earnin' your keep."
The dream was over. I realized that my family was as far away as it had ever been from Gila Flats.
It was time for me to return to the demeaning treadmill of forced prostitution. I'd better not think about my loved ones again if I wanted to retain my last vestiges of sanity.