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<1st attachment, "matriarch-sne.txt" begin>
The Matriarch
A "See No Evil" story
By: Phil Phantom
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
Our home is ruled by a matriarch, me. I run everything. My word is
law, and I answer to no one. I cheat on my husband when the urge strikes
me or an opportunity presents itself. I could care less if my husband
knows, and he knows. My kids know, too. I am also a compulsive
masturbator, and nobody bothers me if I get behind a closed door. I do not
lock interior doors, and no kid may even shut one.
I am very strict with my kids, and my fourteen-year-old, Cynthia, hates
the repressive rules she lives under. Robby, my sixteen-year-old, can't
date and gets punished for getting erections or soiling his sheets or
underwear with his youthful penile emissions. He has wet dreams and gets
punished for those as well.
They think I have a big hang-up concerning masturbation. I make
masturbation seem like the crime of the century unless one is a matriarch.
I am obsessive about the sport; or at least, I act that way. I don't even
allow Sam to touch himself in my presence, though I know he indulges
himself in the bathroom. I don't say anything to Sam about his lengthy
stays in the bathroom, and he says nothing about my stays in the bedroom
behind a closed door.
I make my husband deal with Robby. I deal with Cynthia, and I am
relentless with her. She might touch herself at school. I can't stop her
there, but inside my house, she has never touched her cunt. Not only do I
bathe her, I handle her toilet for her. Though she is fourteen, I dress
her and undress her. She sleeps in a tight girdle wearing boxing gloves. I
play the part of a severe prude, but what I won't do is dress the part or
act the part.
I have a killer body, big mounds of creamy soft tittie flesh, long
pointed nipples, and legs that belong on a pro-football cheerleader. I
measure thirty-eight, seventeen, thirty-seven, and that is on a
five-foot-two frame. Although I impose ultra prudish standards on my
daughter, I don't dress modestly. I like short skirts and loose, low-cut
tops. My bras are half-cup, push-up teasers that leave the crest of each
nipple exposed. I am expert at stooping to show my nipples while appearing
mindless of my exposure. I can shoot a full crotch-shot beaver like a Soho
whore while looking like a Sunday school teacher with her mind on the
scriptures.
I was terrible to the kids after they entered puberty, a good mother,
but a terrible hypocrite. Poor Robby, especially. The humiliation he
suffered because of me, punished for erections that I usually gave him with
an intentionally careless flash of inner thigh, transparent wet-crotch
beavers, or a soft braless breast rubbed on his arm or shoulder while
dishing out his dinner. I'd see his erection, then call on Sam to "do
something with your nasty son."
Sam could see that it wasn't Robby's fault, but he never spoke to me
about it, and would act the part of an outraged father and husband. He'd
drag Robby off to his bedroom by his ear and smack his fanny for me. God,
I loved hearing him berating Robby for looking at or rubbing himself on my
intimate parts.
And Cynthia, forced to cover her luscious body in the terribly out of
fashion clothes I made her wear, no boys in her life, no dates, no phone
calls, no social life at all, really. Cynthia also had no privacy
what-so-ever. My husband kept Robby from masturbating, but I handled
Cynthia. She could not close herself in a room, not even the bathroom.
Whenever I could, I supervised her toilet activities and wiped her like a
baby afterward. I don't care who watches, either. I've wiped her ass with
Robby beside us, staring into her wide beaver while I took my sweet time.
By remaining to watch, he risked an erection that I was sure to report,
but he found the bathroom scenes irresistible. I put on exhibitions
designed with him in mind. I made Cynthia piss with her legs wide while I
pull her cunt lips out of the way. Afterward, I wash her cunt with a soapy
rag, then dry her thoroughly. She will climax while I scrub her pussy; if
not then, she will when I rub it dry. She is good at concealing her
climax, but I can tell when she has one. The look on her face, and her
flushed skin tone are dead give-aways, but it was failing the finger test
that earned her punishment. If I pulled out a gooey finger, she was in for
it.
I punish Cynthia in front of her father and brother to add to the
humiliation. I make her strip and assume the most vulgar poses while
lecturing her and striking her with her father's belt. I don't hit hard,
just hard enough to leave a red mark. Punishing Cynthia is a form of
family entertainment. Sam never complains and always heads straight for
the bathroom after one.
Sam has seen Cynthia pee, but he has never seen her take a shit. If he
did, he'd say something, I'm sure. Robby has seen it. Robby won't miss
it. For bowel movements, or BMs as she calls them when she tells me she
needs one, Cynthia has to remove all of her clothes and recline on the
toilet with her knees drawn up and laid open. Her hands pull her cheeks
apart. She looks like a woman delivering a baby, but oh what a baby she
delivers.
She finds this treatment absolutely humiliating. I have her get
undressed, because, after wiping her ass thoroughly, I bathe her. The
position is, ostensibly, to make wiping easier. Afterward, after I wipe
her ass good, she lies on her back in the tub in an inch of warm water,
assuming the same position.
I give her a bath, then start on her anal cleansing. After two soapy
fingers have scrubbed her colon for ten minutes, it sparkles. When I'm
through, you could eat off that kid's asshole. I use a hand wand on pulse
to wash her crotch, but I mostly tease the spray over her standing clit.
She cums when I dry. This performance never fails to produce an erection
in Robby, but I never take notice until the end.
You would think the kids would see right through this, but I keep a
strict, dispassionate, serious expression throughout. Though Cynthia's BM
sessions are a new development, the treatment is not out of the norm, at
least the norm they are used to. I've been giving them enemas since they
were babies, in the tub, on their back. They get an enema for sniffles.
In our house, an enema is the miracle cure-all.
Robby gets hard as soon as the nozzle hits his anus, but enema erections
aren't punished. These are tolerated because he has no control over them,
and hasn't since early childhood. He is only punished for those he should
control. I wash his erection when I wash his ass. I use my soapy hands,
and he will always climax. Again, he's not held accountable. I rinse his
spend along with the soap suds. This gives me frequent opportunities to
fondle my son's young cock, but I do it in such a way that it appears
incidental and means no more to me than washing his feet.
I can make him cum while keeping a straight face, sometimes dodging a
high flying wad of ropy sperm flying past my face or landing on my arm.
Mostly, I don't dodge well enough. I have taken a rope in the face more
times than not, but that gets wiped off after I towel him dry. In the
interim, his cum slides down my face which fascinates Robby. If some gets
on my lips, and some usually will if it hits right, I'll ignore that, too.
I like to find an excuse to talk when his sperm is running between my
lips. I've made sperm bubbles doing this. Try keeping a straight face
while making sperm bubbles when you speak. I can do it, but Robby can't
keep a straight face while watching. If he so much as cracks a grin, I'll
act angry and say, "So you think this is funny? I don't think it's one bit
funny. If I thought you had any control over this whatsoever, I'd wipe
that stupid grin off your face. I think this is disgusting. Your father
should do this for you, young man. I'll bet you'd show control if he were
administering your enema. If I had my way, he would."
I love my bathroom games, but the games I play with Cynthia outside the
bathroom are just as entertaining. I constantly accuse her of touching
herself, embarrassing her horribly by sniffing her fingers or pressing a
dry tissue to her naked pussy to see if it comes up wet. I'd drop her
panties at the dinner table if I suspected anything, and I often suspected
when Sam and Robby are present.
The tissue will always come up wet if you rub hard enough or long
enough. A small spot was proof enough for me to spank her on her naked ass
right in front of her father and brother while I berated her for playing
with herself or thinking nasty thoughts. I took perverse pleasure in
seeing to it that everyone remained sexually frustrated and humiliated
except me.
This may sound awful to you, but my kids didn't suffer too long without
getting much-needed relief. They just couldn't do anything on their own.
My kids got off when I got them off.
Sam fared no better. Seeing Cynthia's cute pussy and tits always made
him hot. When I knew he needed it most, and that was always after seeing
Cynthia's hard young body, I had a headache. I rationed pussy to him and
gave him the deadest fucks. Still, he'd take what he could get and would
spend long sessions in the bathroom, exercising his hand. My
extra-curricular activities made my games at home even more pleasurable. I
was never unsatisfied.
The ultimate came when I hired a young Swedish maid, a runaway. She was
only seventeen, but God, what a body and all the classic Nordic features,
fair as new snow and blond as they come.
The kid was hard up, in the country illegally, on the lamb. Her uniform
was a hat and high heels, and that's all she ever wore in my house. If you
think that didn't turn up the heat, think again. Sam will never recover
and Robby suffered brain damage. Too bad she only lasted a few weeks. At
least I got my fill of her. Her mouth stayed glued to my cunt almost the
entire time, and I didn't give a fuck who watched.
A good matriarch nurtures, but she also deals out pain or pleasure in
the proper doses at the proper times. I know; I was raised by two.
The End
Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is -
masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards
are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with
minors should be left to other minors. PP <1st attachment end>
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