Chapter 5
They found Vance Brandon's razor, a shaving brush and a hot lather machine in the bathroom. Cal whipped up a handful of thick, steamy white suds and walked back to the adjoining bedroom.
Alicia was still sobbing, thinking about her daughter taking a cock for the first time, the foot of hot prick that Carl had drilled and twisted into her cunt so many times.
"It's too much for a little girl the first time," she cried. "Poor Melissa!"
They could hear the girl's wracking sobs and moans of torment echoing down the hall.
"He must be reaming her good," Cal said with a smirk. He slopped the hot lather on Alicia's pussy-mound and stood back while Cody brushed it around. Melissa was still sobbing in frenzied hysteria.
"She's probably got cunt-juice and blood running down her legs by now," Cody said, lathering Alicia's thighs as he spoke. He woman heaved and loud wails of sympathy for her ravaged daughter. Melissa's tortured sobbing sounded sad and pathetic.
Cal shrugged and started to shave Mrs. Brandon's heaving pussy-mound, gliding the sharp safety razor through billows of hot lather that made her pussy tingle.
Melissa's frantic sobbing stopped abruptly. They heard her bedroom door open and slam shut, then an outside door at the back of the house echoed that sound.
"Carl must be done with her," Cal said, calmly shaving off more of Mrs. Brandon's cunt-hair.
"Maybe he fucked her to death," Cody said. "You think that's why she ain't crying no more?"
"Probably just passed out," Cal said. "Cock never killed anybody, did it, Mrs. Brandon?"
"I-I don't know."
"We'll soon know," Cal said with a final stroke of the razor. "We got two cocks for you, bitch-both hotter than hell's fire!"
Cody wiped the woman's cunt-slit with a fleecy white towel, leering and smacking his lips. "Her pussy looks sexy as hell now that it's bald."
"Yeah, and balled is what she's gonna be!" Cal said, climbing up on the bed. He hunched between her spread legs on his knees, calmly stroking his cock with a rubber-gloved hand that made his fingers look like claws.
Alicia stared in shock at her shaved pussy and sobbed, wondering how she could ever explain it to her husband.
Cal teased his hardened cock up and down in her slender cunt-slit, stirring up a simmering flow of cunt-juice which the helpless woman could not hold back. She loved fucking, but feared the devil and dreaded the consequences of her sinful lust.
The boy twiddled her tingling clit with his cock-head and grinned at the taut look of anguish distorting her beautiful face. Cal's heart beat like thunder as heat from her squishy tight cunt flowed into him through the head of his cock.
He had dreamed so long about fucking it was hard for him to believe it was about to happen.
Cal clamped his red-globed hands on her jutting tits and squeezed them in his scaly palms.
She squirmed and sobbed, trying to wrench her shaved cunt away from his prodding cock.
"My husband will never forgive me," she said. "He won't believe the devil fucked me!"
Cal laughed and kneaded her tits, hunching forward to push his throbbing cock in. He felt the sleek tube of her fuck-tunnel stretch to contain him. The walls, slick with her sultry cunt-juice, rippled and pulsed around his anxious cock, gripping and sucking in his hot length.
"Hhhhooo," Alicia moaned. "There'll be hell to pay!"
"But you want it, don't you, bitch? You've been sinning so long, you like the idea of being Satan's slave!"
"I can't help it!"
"Neither can I." Cal grinned and arched back, then he rammed forward and hilted his cock in her cunt. The scaly rubber skin of his devil's suit stimulated the tender nerves of her freshly shaved cunt.
Eerie sensations of pleasure rippled out to her fingers and toes as his cock bored in. It carried the heat of the red ointment that made her pussy feel like it was on fire.
"Oooooh, Satan! You are my new master! Fuck your helpless slave! Make my faithless cunt feel hell's fire!"
Cal reamed and twisted his cock deep in her, delighted by the clenching waves of rippling muscle that milked his plunging prick. He fucked her as hard and as fast as he could, slapping his rubber-clad loins on her softer flesh with a vengeance.
"Fuck me!" Alicia screamed. "Oooooh, fuck the hell out of me!"
"I'm fucking the hell into you," Cal said. "Once speared by the devil's hot prick, your pussy will never be normal again. It will itch and burn and beg to be fucked for the rest of your life."
"Hungh! I can feel it already. My pussy is burning!"
"And the fire will never go out," Cal said, taking advantage of her anguished and vulnerable mental state. "Satan's cum will burn inside you."
"I want it now! Cum with me, Satan! Make me your slave! Make my pussy stay hot forever!"
Cal chuckled and gave a grunt, ramming down as his anxious cock fired. Jism shot into her cunt in boiling spurts. He twirled her nipples and reamed her cunt with his spitting cock. Alicia convulsed into climax, screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
He let her frenzied cunt milk his cock dry, grinning in triumph as he fired his last cum-shot.
Cal wanted to linger and savor the rippling tremors as her climax subsided, but Cody was too anxious.
"Now it's my turn," Cody said. "Let me fuck the bitch, Satan!"
The older boy scrambled out of the way, popping his red cock from her cum-dripping cunt. Alicia moaned, deprived of its surging heat before her climax had fully subsided. But then an even bigger cock was rammed into her pussy without a warning.
Watching his brother fuck for the first time made Cody so anxious he couldn't wait. The bat wings of his costume shrouded Alicia's writhing body like a tent. Alicia bucked and fucked her cunt at him in a frenzy that made the leathery fabric rustle all around them.
Cody dropped his head and sucked her tits, swaying from one to the other, nipping at her nipples with the sharp fangs built into the vampire mask.
The hairy black suit scratched her naked flesh and shot pain into her shaved cunt. Alicia trembled, but her hips pumped and whirled against his wiry-haired groin.
"By sundown tomorrow you'll be as hairy as I am," Cody said. "Only one thing will stop the cunt-hair from spreading all over your body."
"What's that?" Alicia asked anxiously.
"Tasting the blood of a young virgin," Cody said, making up the fanciful story as he went along. "You'll have to lick and suck the cunt of a girl who's just been fucked for the first time."
"You mean Melissa? I can't do that. Not to my little girl!"
"I happen to know she-likes having her cunt licked," Cal said as the devil. "And you've eaten pussy before. Haven't you done it with your maid lots of times?"
"With Hilda, yes. But not my daughter! I-I can't do that!"
"Then you have until sundown to find another fresh-speared cunt to suck," Cal said.
"If you can't find one before dark you'll be hanging by your heels from a barn rafter, so hairy and ugly that only hell's most vile creatures will want to fuck you," Cody said. "Snakes with two heads-"
"Stop it!" Alicia groaned. The demons had turned the pleasures of sex into a hideous nightmare for her.
Cody laughed and rammed his cock into her, grunting and twisting as it started to shoot.
"The lust of a vampire is in you now, bitch! And only the blood a virgin will save you."
He came long and hard, thrilled by the way each spurt made the woman scream in horror.
"The blood of a virgin," he chanted each time his throbbing cock gave her a squirt. "Blood of a virgin. Blood of a virgin-"
Amanda McCanlon finally wiggled free from the rope bound around her left wrist. Then she strained to reach the tighter knots tied around her right arm. It was painfully difficult with her legs spread wide and roped to the foot of her bed.
She jerked and shivered at the slightest noise, afraid her sons would come home and find her naked with a buzzing dildo rammed up her ass. The batteries grew weak while she struggled to free her left arm. It had only a faint vibrating pulse left when she was able to reach down and pull it out.
The old house creaked and groaned as the night cooled. Each sound made her think of a door opening or footsteps in the hall. Amanda sweated profusely, not knowing what she would say if her sons should find her bound in bed with the smell of cunt still on her lips.
Dawn glowed outside before she could free her feet. The boys still weren't home and she began to worry about them. There were dozens of places on the farm where they might hide, but Cal and Cody had never stayed out all night before.
Amanda staggered into the bathroom, weak and trembling after long hours in bondage. She filled the tub with hot water and soaked away her dull pains. An hour passed and the sun was up when she emerged. Cal and Cody had still not come home.
It was like them to hide out for a while when they were in trouble, waiting for things to cool down. The boys had never done anything so wicked as what she had witnessed in the barn-Melissa dangling while they jacked their cocks and gushed jism.
Mrs. McCanlon thought back to that moment and wondered what she should do when they did gather courage enough to face her. Amanda knew that Melissa was not the sweet, innocent little girl she pretended to be. But Cal and Cody had gone well beyond normal limits. She would have to say or do something.
Her husband was better able to handle the boys. Amanda found them difficult now they'd grown. Climbing out of the soothing warm tub, she saw flashing visions of their naked cocks jetting cum.
She blushed and felt guilty. Seeing their cocks stiff and throbbing excited her strangely. Amanda winced and tried to block sinful thoughts from her mind.
Cal and Cody weren't little boys anymore, she thought. Not where it really mattered. She kept seeing their cocks even when she clamped her eyes tightly closed. Lewd visions of incest haunted her tortured mind. How could she face her sons in the flesh knowing that deep down she was horny enough to fuck them both?
Cal and Cody walked into the house a short time later. Amanda was dressed, sitting and waiting for them, tension straining her soft features. Her own feelings of guilt had boiled to the point of rage. She blamed her sons for all that had happened, even her own latent impulse toward incest.
Amanda had decided to cleanse herself by punishing them severely. She expected them to act guilty and fearful when they came in, somber and contrite with heads hanging down to avert her accusing gaze.
But they came through the kitchen door chuckling, so relaxed and content it seemed nothing unusual could have happened, certainly nothing they had to be ashamed of or apologize for.
Cal grinned when he saw her and said, "Hi, Mom. What's for breakfast?"
"B-b-breakfast?" Amanda asked. "How can you even think about breakfast?"
"I guess we're hungry," Cody said with a shrug. They had missed supper the night before, and the long night with Mrs. Brandon had sapped their strength. Walking back home in the morning light, dressed in ragged overalls and faded blue shirts, the boys agreed to act perfectly innocent. Knowing what their mother had done with Melissa, they didn't think she would even mention what had happened the day before.
"Where have you been all night?" Amanda asked.
"Out," Cal said flatly.
"Not with Melissa, I hope."
"No, not with Melissa," Cody said. But a wry, boyish grin hinted that there was more-something he plainly did not plan to tell his mother.
She glared and said, "Go to your room! Both of you! Drop your pants and get ready for a spanking you'll never forget!"
Amanda pushed back from the kitchen table. Now they could see she was holding their father's best leather belt clenched hard in the trembling fist of her right hand.
Cal said, "Whoa! We ain't little boys anymore. Put the belt away, Mom."
"You think what you did to Melissa makes you big, strong men?"
"Big enough," Cal said with steely calm. "Too big for you to whip anyway. Get busy and fix breakfast, we got work to do in the fields."
Mrs. McCanlon's arm wavered, trailing the belt across the kitchen floor. The boys had grown. All summer they tended the crops while Jack worked away from home to help support their farm.
Oh, how they had grown, she thought with a nervous twinge. Visions of their cocks still flashed through her mind. They were grown men where it mattered most, and Amanda knew she did not strength enough to handle them both if they defied her.
"Your dad's big enough to whip you both," she said sharply.
"Yeah, but he ain't here," Cody said, his odd, impish grin growing wider.
"He will be this weekend, and if I tell him what you did to Melissa-"
"You do that," Cal said. "And we'll tell him how you like eating cunt. How you got a toy cock bigger than his to play with while he's gone!"
"Oh, my God! You saw that?"
"Yeah, and we saw how much you enjoyed it. Begging Melissa to make you cum again. We'll tell dad about that and see whose ass he wants to whip."
"You little bastard!" Amanda's hand blurred and slapped the leather belt hard across the side of Cal's face. He howled and reeled, grabbing the belt before she could recover her balance.
"Goddamn you! Let go!"
He yanked on the belt and brought her lurching toward him, turning and tumbling into Cal's waiting arms. He grabbed her from behind and easily wrenched the belt from her small hand.
His arms circled beneath hers from behind. Cal's hands clamped on his mother's lush tits and kneaded them roughly.
"You shouldn't have strapped me like that," he snarled. "Makes me real hot!"
Cal gave her heaving tits another rough squeeze and humped his hardening cock at her.
"The heat's gone straight from my cheek to the head of my cock. You feel it? You see what you did?"
Cody muttered and turned his head away. In full light and normal clothes, he felt like a nervous kid again.
"Cal, you're gonna get us in shit so deep we'll never get out," Cody said. "Worse than fucking Melissa's mother!"
"You fucked Mrs. Brandon?" Amanda asked, feeling her knees go weak as tremors of lewd delight twisted down from her tits to her anxious cunt.
"We sure did! Both of us! I told you, we ain't little boys anymore!" Cal pushed Amanda toward her bedroom, fondling her big tits and prodding her with a stiff cock that made her ass squirm.
"Cody, make him stop!" The younger boy was her last hope.
"Don't listen to her. Go get the box."
"What box?" Amanda asked. Cal was pushing her down the hall, twirling his thumbs around her plump nipples, swollen hard beneath her blouse and bra.
Cody watched, his mouth gaping, torn between boyish fears and manly desires. Cal went around the corner and out of sight down the hall.
"We know why Melissa tied you up," Cal said.
His moist lips brushed and tingled her ear. His hot breath flowed into the sensitive hollow.
"Her mom-likes bondage. That guy she's been fucking has a whole footlocker full of sex toys. We carried it home because we know you like it too."
"N-n-no!" Amanda stumbled blindly into her bedroom, eyes winced tightly shut. Cal gave a shove and pushed her to the far side of the room.
"Drop your skirt and your panties," he said. "Get ready for a whipping you'll never forget!"
"Cal, you can't do this! I'm your mother!"
"You're a cunt-sucking, artificial cock-fucking slut! You try to slap me around instead of cooking breakfast. You got a lot to learn, bitch! And now I'm big enough to teach. Get your ass naked or I'll whip the clothes right off your back."
Amanda whimpered and slowly unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor.
"Panties, too!" Cal screamed, flicking the broad, hand-tooled leather belt back and forth by his side.
She turned to face the wall and pushed her panties down to her knees. Amanda felt guilty enough to accept a hard spanking, but prayed her son would stop at that.
"We settle this now and dad don't have to know what we've done," Cal said, flailing the air with his father's belt again.
"I don't want him to know!" Amanda moaned. Her husband was a jealous man. If he knew she played with a buzzing dildo while he was gone, he'd be furious. If he knew she'd been thrilled by having sex with another female, that would be even worse.
"But a good whipping is all I deserve," she sobbed.
Cal was in no mood to accept conditions. He lashed the belt across his mother's ripe ass and smirked at the sound of the ringing loud crack.
Her shrill scream mixed with the echo of smarting leather on her soft flesh.
Amanda yelped and whirled, her back to the wall, hands clenched hard on her burning ass-cheeks. Cal swung again and blazed the belt across the top of her richly furred cunt-mound.
Amanda shrieked in horror, shocked that her son would dare whip so close to her pussy; and stunned silent when she looked in the mirror and saw red welts printed boldly across her quivering loins.
"Now take off your blouse and bra," Cal said.
"No! I won't do that!" The way he leered at her naked, whipped cunt was bad enough.
"Don't tell me no," he said, sharply biting off each word. "I want to see your tits. They're a lot bigger than Mrs. Brandon's. Fact is, you're better looking all around."
Amanda raised her head, smiling faintly, and began to unbutton her blouse.
"You better whip my tits too," she said.
"I sucked 'em when I was a baby, and you didn't mind. So'd Cody. Seems I can remember a time when you had one of us sucking on each side."
Amanda had nursed both her boys far longer than most women do. Her blush deepened, wondering now if that was because her tits craved stimulation. She wondered if her unseemly desires started when they were that young?