Chapter 8
Saturday was a warm but windy day, the clouds hiding the sun behind a tremendously thick blanket. Phil and Janet arose early. They said little to each other. Phil showered while Janet prepared the breakfast, and then took herself a bath after he had retired to the living room to read the paper and be alone with his thoughts. They had already decided what they were going to tell his parents. It was really going to be a very simple compendium of everything that had been bothering him the past years of his life, and warnings that as much as he loved them both, they had caused him a considerable amount of pain, and that they were going to have to talk about it in order that they might be able to solve things simply by the simple method of letting these things off of his chest, and that if they couldn't accept that, then he really could no longer consider himself to be their son. This was simple and this was direct. It was fraught with danger, but seemed to be the only choice that they had. They hoped that it would not fail.
Phil had always enjoyed the way in which he had spent his boyhood days. His parents lived on something that had to be called an estate. It had several acres of woodland, and a large swimming pool in a secluded corner of the backyard. It was in a very exclusive area of the town, and could only be reached by a long journey down some twisting private roads. The one public one that they all branched off of had several estates that were right nearby. These were the ones that Phil knew best. Back in the distance, beyond the sight lines that were available as you passed by, were the truly massive estates, where the really rich people lived.
"It's really kind of funny," Phil stated. "There off in the distance are people who are really rich, millionaires, and down here by the road, you have their lawyers and family doctors. It's very natural. It isn't a class thing, it's just that all of the really wealthy and powerful people in town live around here, and they are always turning their lawyers and physicians on to these smaller pieces of property down here by the road. Moreover, my father bought this piece of property from a newspaper publisher that he was representing one time. The guy liked dad so much that he introduced him to this friend who ran another, more prestigious law firm, and then, as a result of his increased income, dad happened to ask about buying some property, and it just so happened that this guy was looking for some spare cash to invest somewhere, and had decided to set off about twelve acres that my father snapped up and built this house on."
Janet was quite silent throughout the trip. And she just held Phil's hand to let him know that she trusted him. He felt really nervous, something that she could discern simply by holding his hand and squeezing it tightly.
They arrived at his parent's house. They were friendly, but rather cordial all the same. They had sensed when Phil had phoned and told them that he wanted to talk to them that something was going to happen, and they seemed to be biding time, waiting for the expected explosion to occur.
Phil didn't waste much time. They received some cocktails, served by a butler, and Phil got down to brass tacks immediately. He told his parents why they had come and what was and had been on his mind the whole time. They listened in silence. For the longest time the room heard the sound only of Phil's voice. No one else as much as coughed. Everyone merely waited for him to complete what he had to say, and then when he had finished, Phil's parents looked down at the floor in guilty silence. They remained in that position, not saying a word for a very lengthy period of time
"Very well," he stated, after too much dead time had elapsed, "I've said my piece, and I want some kind of reaction. You must have something to say. I've just told you that the way you behaved as parents was disgraceful, and that all the problems that your three children have had can be traced to you. You must have some kind of comment to make on that, and if you don't have anything to say, then I think it would be better if we just never had anything to do with each other, because I really resent the way that I've been treated through my life by you."
He was getting a little carried away with his monologue.
"Darling, why don't we show them what we mean? Phil has already said that he's witnessed this, and besides, I don't think that Janet would have any objection to it either. This may be the last barrier that we have to break through. We still do suffer from a certain sadness concerning the way that things have turned out for ourselves and the kids, and this will rid us of the ghost of that forever."
It only took the elder Mrs. Reed a few minutes to overcome her objections. Mr. Reed let down a suspension system from the ceiling, and bound and gagged his wife, who stripped herself nude. She was a surprisingly attractive women for her age, and she opened a cabinet that contained various whips, dildoes and other objects of discipline. She picked up a riding crop, and brought it over to her son.
"I know that there were many times that I beat you unjustly, and I will not be able to come to terms with that until you even the score. I want you to whip my naked buttocks. Spare me nothing. I am truly sorry for what I have done, and eagerly await the punishment that my behavior has warranted."
With that, she bent over a footstool, and Phil began to whip his mother's bare ass as she had directed. He lashed her wickedly from the first, tattooing her bottom until it was crimson. In the meantime, Mr. Reed had stripped, and instructed Janet to do the same to him with a large paddle, something that she took to with relish. She thought suddenly that Phil may eventually want a taste of what he had been giving her, and she thrilled to the prospect of carrying it out.
Mrs. Reed received her punishment from her son, and now was suspended from the ceiling by her husband. He used several varieties of whips on her ass and back, causing her to thrash about helplessly while the leather strands met her tender skin. Philip now began beating Janet's ass, chasing his wife about as she crawled on all fours, her yelps of pain alternating with the happy laughter of a woman who knows that she had done something wonderful for these fine people. Without her as the catalyst, they never would've solved these problems, never even acknowledged to each other that they existed until it was too late.
They spent a good long while on the whipping. Phil was pretty much gentle, preferring not to take too many chances on Janet's still not healed backside. But while his mother was thrashed thoroughly, he sodomized his wife on the floor, and then subjected her to the clothes pin treatment, and sodomized her with the pins on her tits.
They hit the apex of true trust and revelation later on. Phil's father produced a double ended dildo, and inserted it in the two women as they backed their asses against each other. Then their husbands slipped their cocks into their wives' mouths, and began the process of face fucking.
Janet felt her buttocks and thighs up against those of her mother-in-law, and they moved forward and backward, increasing the penetration of the dildoes with the ebb and flow of movement, as well as the stimulation of the cocks in their mouths. Janet realized that the peaks she had reached before were only ones that gave her a view of the massive mountain ranges beyond. She looked at her happy husband in her position of service, and thought that she had achieved her goal, and pushed against her mother-in-law's ass to increase the flow of sexual energy. They were free at last, she thought, they were all free at last.