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Subject: {ASSM} <2ndS> The Server (In Air Underwear) by Phil Phantom (mF, inc, oral, nc, rape, fist, SM mDom, MDom)
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                         The Server (in Air Underwear)
                             By: Phil Phantom
                          HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

Shauna needed a rubber band for her pony tail and the kitchen
junk drawer was a good place to find one. Enroute, she remembered
that she was in bra and panties and her fifteen-year-old son was
playing hooky from school feigning a stomach ache. She could hear
him in the kitchen, just around the corner. It would not be the
first time he saw her that way, but it had been a while. She
stopped panty and bra walk-thrus right about the time he entered
puberty, right about the time she noticed skimpy attire gave him
erections. "Oh well," she thought, "one more time won't hurt."

Shauna didn't think about the particular bra and panties she had
on. Since she last padded about the house in a set, she had
switched to ultra shear and tiny. The bra lent no support, had no
elastic, no under-wire, catches or clasps, and was see-thru -
very see-thru. The panties matched and could almost be wadded up
and stuffed into a thimble - the next best thing to not wearing
panties. The items were a catalog purchase and marketed as Air
Underwear - the next best thing to no underwear. 

Shauna forgot she had on Air Underwear until she saw the look on
her son's face. When she saw that, she mentally went, "Oh fuck!"

She had good reason to go, "Oh fuck!" Shauna had 36-Ds that
needed some support and direction. They weren't Nanny udders,
more like breasts that a doctor at some time advised, "Shauna,
the human breast was never meant to be severely bound, or used to
support the entire weight of the body, certainly not the nipples.
By the time you're in your mid-thirties, you will have lost most
of your supporting and shaping ligature, and you nipples, if you
still have nipples, will be as long as a finger."

More than needing shaping and direction, his mother's breasts
needed nipple suppresser/concealers. Her nipples were elongated
(not like her finger but very much like an infant's thumb) and
dark red against creamy white. To say they stood out is an
understatement. They stood out and pointed out. One pointed
toward the distant floor as though saying, "LOOK - a mouse!" The
other pointed slightly up as though saying, "Up in the sky - it's
a bird - it's a plane - it's...it's..." 

If that weren't enough, each responded differently to temperature
and arousal through a wide range of degrees of stiffness which
pointed the nipple in a wide variety of directions. When she laid
on her back and had her clittie tickled while cool air wafted
across one freshly suckled nipple, the two nipples appeared to be
searchlights scanning the ceiling for enemy bombers. Air Bras
were not designed for nipples that keep pointing things out.
Fifteen-year-old boys find that very distracting.

And if that weren't enough, and equally distracting, Shauna had a
most unusual crotch. Most women who are a bit on the thin side
have thighs that don't touch even when standing with heels
together, but Shauna had thighs a boy could pass his fist through
even at the very top. If she were standing, heels together,
freshly fucked with yucky inner thighs, and a boy needed to steal
some money off her vanity table, if he were slow and careful, he
might be able to slip his hand between her upper thighs, grab a
few quarters, then pull his fist out undetected and dry...IF he
didn't get too greedy.

She also had a full vagina. Shauna needed a wide crotch for her
vagina. Her type vagina needed room to spread out and breathe.
This was no little girl pussy, no slit in the crotch, this was a
cunt, a man-eating cunt. Her husband, a big man, could insert his
hand, make a fist, then carry her around like a lunch pail. He
liked doing that.

Yes, Shauna had a big, fat cunt, and it could be loose and baggy,
but she could make her cunt suck a Popcicle to the stick. She
liked doing that. She could also hold in a fistful of heavy,
one-inch diameter, steel balls while doing housework or shopping.
She received no real pleasure from doing that, but trying to keep
those balls was great exercise that helped her prevent a nasty
fall on those nights when she was a lunch pail.

Shauna had a remarkable, well-developed cunt, but her son had no
idea. All he could see was that she had a big one with a bunch of
stuff in the crack and something most odd. She had two small
patches of thick pubic hair on the mound and that was it. Nowhere
else, and those patches were a razor's width apart about the size
of a half-dollar, and the hair on each was braided. It was almost
like a little black girl ran into his mother's beaver and got her
head stuck. Had all the surrounding skin been black, that is
exactly what it would look like, but all of Shauna's skin was
creamy white - no tan lines. 

She was also a beautiful woman. She took care of herself. She
exercised. She ate right. She brushed her long brown hair, slowly
and deliberately. She painted her nails - fingers and toes - and
wore a bright red matching lipstick - always. Her legs never had
any stubble, and they were very well-cared for - a little thin
for some men, but sexy for most. Shauna maintained her body to
suit her husband's tastes and applied herself to that task as
though her only function in life were to look after the master's
female body - or lunch pail.

In Buck's castle he was king and all others were subjects. There
was no queen, no spouse, no wife. There was the king. The king
had two subjects. One was called Cunt and the other Runt. He
didn't often call them that, but when he did, more often than
not, he was unbuckling his belt. The king had absolute dominion.
Cunt had dominion over Runt. The subjects faced each other in the
kitchen with only Air Underwear between the king's female body
and the lowliest subject's wide eyes. 

Thinking quickly, Shauna pretended she had regular cotton briefs
and a padded support bra on and pretended the year was 1997 and
not 1999. As casually as she could manage, she said, "Rod, I need
a rubber band for my hair. Do you know where any are? I'm looking
for a thick one about an inch in diameter.......Rodney...Rodney,
stop gawking at me that way. You've seen me in my underwear
before....Rodney, stop that."

Shauna wanted to back out of there so badly, or cross her legs,
or shield her breasts, or do both while backing out. This was not
1997, and that was not a thirteen-year-old boy, and Air Underwear
lived up to its claim as evidenced by Rodney's points of stare. 

This was quite unnerving, especially the crotch stare, but Shauna
refused to cow under his intense vaginal gaze by clamping her
thighs, or turning to her side, or bringing a hand down. She
stood her ground with one hand on her hip and said, "Do you know
where a rubber band like that is or don't you?...Rod, stop that.
I am your mother. I should be able to walk about this house in
the nude and not get stared at like that by my own son...Rodney,
answer me! Do you or don't you?"

Without looking up from her crotch, Rodney said, "There should be
some in the bottom drawer right behind you."

The bottom drawer right behind Shauna was their bulk supply
drawer: light bulbs, napkins, paper plates. There were no rubber
bands in that drawer. He knew that; she knew that. Then again,
looking for one would require her to turn around and bend over -
cunning little bastard.

Shauna thought about ignoring him and going straight to the junk
drawer where she was sure she'd find one, but then thought, "Fuck
it. Why not give the kid a cheap thrill. I showed him this
much....But if I did that, he would think I was doing this on
purpose. He knows that I know where the rubber bands are. Then
again, he probably thinks I came into the kitchen in my Air
Underwear on purpose. He thinks I'm teasing him. So what. Who
says a mother can't tease a boy. Serves him right for playing
hooky. He wants to see my ass. I'll show him my ass."

With that thought in mind, she turned, moved to the set of
drawers, stood with her feet better than shoulder-width apart and
bent low from the waist. Air Panties come with a warning not to
ever do that or the material will flatten against the vulva and
become totally transparent. Not really, but they should have. 

Shauna thought she was showing her partially panty-covered ass,
but she was showing her pussy, the whole damn thing. Air Panties
should also come with a warning to never shave the hair off the
labia lips as hair, even a little bit of hair, helps keep the
Miracle Air Panty Fabric away from moist tissue which renders
MAPF invisible on contact - kinda like tissue paper. Shauna had
no lip hair, not even a tiny stubble, and the puffy lips were
still moist from the shave.

Shauna rummaged in the drawer confident that she was really
showing Rodney. She took pleasure imagining the look on his face
until she felt breath on her inner thighs. There it was again.
No, he couldn't be that close - could he? She looked back between
her feet. He could be. He was. He was on his knees, and his knees
was at the back of her heels. That was close. That was quiet.

Shauna fought the urge to stand, whip around, confront him,
threaten him with the king's belt, then watch him cower and slink
away like a mutt with its tail between its legs. The urge was
strong but so was her curiosity. What the hell was he doing?
Looking, sure, but you don't need to get that close. She kept
rummaging with her mind between her legs. She felt every waft of
warm moist air and heard every slow intake through the nose, and
then it dawned like a mushy shit pie in the face: 

HE'S SNIFFING MY CROTCH!

Shauna's heart ran wildly as she pondered their present
circumstance: 

My son is sniffing me like a dog, and I am holding a position
like a bitch offering herself up for sniffing. 

A part of Shauna wanted to quickly stand and set Rodneystraight:

There has been a terrible misunderstanding here. You misread my
intent. I did not mean to play Rover and the bitch. I was just
teasing. Honest. 

Another part deeper down said, "HOLD STILL, BITCH!"

Shauna listened to that deep down voice though she knew better.
The trouble was, that voice sounded so much like the king's voice
in manner and tone. Her nasty beast was a good mimic. Resisting
an order from the king just wasn't in her nature. Her will to
serve the king was overwhelming, even his voice that did not come
to her through her ears. 

She held still like a bitch. The sniffing became even more
obvious, and obvious as hell when the tip of his nose actually
contacted the dead-center core of her sex, lightly, and just for
a second, but it did make contact; after all, with Air Panties,
it's the next best thing to no panties. 

Seconds later, his right cheek made a light contact with the bare
flesh of her lower-right ass cheek. A few seconds later, she felt
a left contact, then another nose touch, then both cheeks
together. More nose touches followed until the nose remained in
contact and soon became nestled in the wet groove. That kept both
cheeks in contact as well. That kept his forehead in contact.
Ironically, when her intent had been to show him her ass, the boy
was now blinded by ass, clearly a failure to communicate.

This situation was absurd - obscene and absurd. Shauna wasn't
even rummaging, just holding onto the edges of the drawer,
holding steady while her son sniffed her pussy. The hot air
coming straight from his lungs went right over her clit. The
clit, already excited, became like a wild animal trapped by a
hind leg. She couldn't speak; she couldn't move. Her higher self
demanded she do both. Her lower self just kept saying, "HOLD
STILL, BITCH! AND DON'T SAY A FUCKIN' WORD...CUNT!"

The longer Shauna held still and didn't say a fuckin' word, the
bolder Rodney became. With every intake of air through the nose,
he seemed to become more intoxicated from the fumes. His face
pressed in tighter; his nose burrowed deeper; his forward push
had Shauna's head braced against the second drawer down. Shauna
never had anyone get drunk on her vaginal fumes before. As
meticulous as she was about vaginal hygiene, she didn't think she
had fumes. If her pussy were an alcoholic beverage, it would be
labeled 3.2 beer or near beer. Her son could not hold his
liqueur. Already, Rodney was in no condition to drive, but he was
driving her head into the drawer.

He got worse. His hands slid up the fronts of both legs and then
pulled, then pulled hard. With the pressure now off her head,
Shauna went limp and hung almost double, her head now down near
her calves which brought more pussy around for Rodney to bury his
face in. He could now stick his head in a bucket of beer. She
could now look up and see, and what she saw was her son munching
on her crotch, taking big mouthfuls of pussy and panties - drunk
as a skunk, high on pie, loopy on...on...whatever. The boy was
chowing down and invalidating the warranty on a very expensive
pair of panties.

Shauna had been eaten before, but never like this. He hadn't even
used his tongue, yet. He was eating pussy. He had his lips over
his teeth, but he was chewing, munching, eating pussy. He
obviously took the term literally. Maybe he didn't know any
better. That was quite possible. Shauna couldn't think of any
girl that might have corrected him. A guy might say, "Hey, Rod,
do you eat pussy?" Rodney would puff up and say, "Fuck yeah I eat
pussy. I eat pussy all the time. I love eating pussy. When I eat
a girl's pussy, she knows her pussy is being eaten."

Shauna knew her pussy was being eaten, but she wasn't about to
correct him. Number one, she couldn't very well stop him and say,
"No son, use your lips and tongue. Pull the crotch of my panties
aside and lick the slit. Stick your tongue up the hole then
wiggle it around. Suck on the clit. The clit is that skinless
rodent trying to escape. Eat it."  

And two, she kinda liked the way he ate pussy. Yes, his method
was a bit painful, but pain and sexual arousal went well
together. Pain coming from an aroused pussy was a different kind
of pain, welcome pain. If she were to tell him anything it would
be to bare his teeth and eat it right.

Rodney just got drunker and drunker. His hands slid up higher and
his thumbs caught in the waist band of the MAPF. There went the
warranty. There went the panties, but now he had a naked cunt to
wallow in. The boy was famished and he had just eaten a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich. More and more, he forgot to cover his
fangs until he just didn't give a fuck. He nibbled, bit, and
chewed. The pain became excruciating. Shauna became delirious. He
caught that rodent and tried to eat it. That made Shauna's eyes
cross, her toes curl, her knuckles turn white, and damn near have
an orgasm.

Shauna's eyes were still crossed and her vision clouded. She
didn't see him stand, center his cock at her hole, but did feel
his cock slither all the way in. When she realized that a mother
fucker had her by the hips, she sprang up and banged her head on
the cabinet front - actually, the handle of drawer number two.
That hurt. That wasn't a pleasant hurt. That really hurt, but it
took her mind off of getting mother fucked.

Shauna didn't want to be mother fucked. She never counted on
being mother fucked, or being the mother of a mother fucker, and
now she was too far forward to stand straight and do anything
about it. Rodney already was a mother fucker, and she would
forever be his mother, and she was being fucked...by Rodney. 

She could not unfuck this situation anymore than she could get
toothpaste back in the tube or mend a ripped pair of Air Panties.
In fact, she had to lower her head to keep it from getting banged
on the in thrusts. Her head ended up back between her calves and
she was once again looking up at her snatch, only now, a dick was
fucking it and the cutest set of pink, wrinkled balls were
swinging with the rhythm. 

Shauna never saw fucking this way before. She never looked at
incest this way before. This put incest in a whole new light.
Incest, when viewed from below, was quite a beautiful sight. A
mother's pussy and a son's dick go so well together. How could
anything so beautiful be wrong. Birds do it; bees do it; dogs do
it all the time. Even some of the higher primates are known to do
it. Why not human mothers and sons? At least some. She and Rodney
were clearly a perfect match.

Shauna became fascinated with the sight. She loved looking at her
vulgar pussy, and she loved looking at cute dicks. Why had she
never thought of seeing them together like this, and this was the
only way to see the two right - standing, bent low, and pulled
into a tight curl. She wrapped her arms around her upper thighs
and pulled herself into a tight curl. She could lick his nuts,
but that might distract him.

Rodney used the longest strokes he could, so she got to see most
of his dick. He had a very nice dick, not a big dick, but big for
a boy his age. Most impressive about his dick was the rigidity
and arch, like a strung bow. He also had a big head, a mushroom
head like a fireman's hat. She could feel that head very well and
see it when he pulled out too far. Shauna never fucked a dick
with a head like that. She wished all dicks had a head like that.
She wished her husband had a dick with a head like that. If dogs
had dicks with a head like that, she'd fuck them. Dick size
wasn't important, but head size and shape was.

Technique was important, too. Rodney had great technique - long
strokes - in fast, out slow - SLAM, draaaaw, SLAM, draaaaw. He
made all six inches count. Shauna had screwed men with ten inches
who only used half in their strokes. They may as well be fucking
with a five-inch dick. As fucks go, Shauna had no
complaints...except one, and she hated to bring it up, but Rodney
didn't look like he would last much longer. His strokes were now
more a SLAM, draaw, SLAM, draaw. Something had to be said.

When the strokes became SLAM, draw, Shauna said, "Rodney, I'm not
on the pill. You'll have to pull out when you ejaculate."

Rodney gripped tighter and fucked harder - not a good sign.
Shauna said, "Rodney, sweetheart. I know you don't want to, but
this is not a good time to be taking chances."

Rodney upped the tempo. The little mother fucker was driving
drunk. Shauna raised her tone, saying, "Rodney, you could get me
pregnant if you don't pull out..."

[SLAM, DRAW, SLAM, DRAW] 

"OH SHIT!...Rodney...god damn you! Rodney, you little fucker,
stop! RODNEY, YOU STOP FUCKING ME THIS INSTANT! PULL OUT, DAMN
YOU!...oh, god damnit...Son of a bitch...You asshole...Jesus
Christ. I can't believe you're doing this. I hope you're proud of
yourself. I wish I could tell your father what you just
did....All right, now pull out and let me go. I have to go wash
this out right away. I mean it, Rodney. Every second counts.
Rodney......Rodney."

Rodney had a death grip on her hip bones and had her pushed
forward. She wasn't going anywhere and neither was he. They were
locked up like a couple of street mutts. Fuck dripped off his
nuts and landed in her face. Shauna felt defiled and now knew why
she never looked up at fucking before. 

She also came to realize that Rodney wasn't just after a
cum-in-the-pussy fuck. He wanted to knock her up. Her higher self
was appalled. Her lower self said, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU DUMB
CUNT! THAT BOY AIN'T DONE FUCKIN' YOU. HE'LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN
HE'S DONE. UNTIL HE IS, YOU HOLD THAT GOD DAMN CUNT STILL. YOU'RE
RIGHT. HE IS A SON OF A BITCH. NOW KEEP YOUR BITCH MOUTH SHUT."

Shauna's lower self was usually a beast of few words, mostly two:
DO IT. The beast had a lot to say this time, and the beast was
right. Rodney wasn't done; she was a dumb cunt; and Rodney was
the son of a two-legged bitch with a big mouth. 

His dick never did go soft. He just unstrung the bow. When Shauna
held steady and stopped mouthing off, he eased off on his grip
and began an easy stroke, more of a stirring of the fertility
soup, but that stirring gradually put the string back on his bow.
When that happened, they were fucking again, only this fucking
was sloppy, yucky, noisy, slippery, slimy, sucky-fucky screwing,
the type she remembered from fucking in the back seats of cars
with young studs like Rodney - double fucking.

Shauna loved double fucking - two fucks in a row with no pull-out
- and the best part of double fucking was the second part, the
sloppy seconds part. Shauna always pictured the second fuck as
pissing all those first sperms off, making them madder than hell,
like a stirred-up hornet's nest. All that pounding and buffeting
would drive them into a frenzy. Mobs of angry sperm would go in
search of a defenseless egg, kicking in doors, dragging out old
lady eggs, stomping on puppy eggs - THERE SHE IS! GET ER BOYS!

Raw double fucking was exciting stuff to a girl taking a big
risk, and doing it with Rodney was an unthinkable risk. How could
she not get excited when she could feel all those sperm getting
angry.

Shauna returned to watching incest from below, resuming her tight
curl, now cautious of falling objects. There wasn't much danger
while fucking was in progress. Much of the mess ran down her legs
and what slithered down his nut sack got slung. She licked at
what ran down her legs and the odds of another hit in the eye
were very slim.

Another nice thing about youthful double fucking was the young
tend to go off too fast the first time, but they last much longer
the second. String the two together and you end of with one long
fuck sure to bring any female to orgasm. Shauna could feel her
first building rapidly. The trouble was, she didn't want Rodney
to know she was having one, or enjoying this assault. This was
rape and it was best she leave it at that. Orgasms and rape don't
go together well.

Hiding her orgasm wasn't as difficult as Shauna thought it would
be because Rodney was so into what he was doing, he paid no
attention to her stifled moans or internal muscle spasms. She
couldn't get any wetter, so that didn't give her away. She got in
three good ones before he went for his nut. This time, she didn't
say shit. She didn't say shit as he prepared to flood her flooded
womb. She didn't say shit as he flooded her womb, and she didn't
say shit afterward, nor did she try to get away, or move from her
position after easing out of her curl and just hanging limp from
the waist.

Rodney soon found that he didn't need to hold her at all. Like a
free-range mare, she was broke. Like riding a bicycle with no
hands, he stood with his dick still in her while getting his
breath. His dick now spongy was still hard enough to serve well
as a pussy plug owing mostly to the enlarged head - and the
unaware fact that his mother clung to that head like a steel
ball. For several awkward minutes he just stood there and let her
womb soak in sperm, surprised that she wasn't saying shit; then
again, the damage was done the first time. Still, he was
surprised at how passive she was - like a really well-balanced
bicycle.

Rodney didn't know if she was pissed, crying, or in heavenly
bliss. He didn't much care as long as she didn't fight him or rat
on him. He was curious, though. After four minutes of soaking and
she still hadn't said or done anything, Rodney reached down and
pulled her up. Once up, he slid his two hands under the bra and
made a living bra of his hands. She didn't fight that, either,
and she was still plugged. He was rough with her tits, squeezing
them hard, pinching and twisting the nipples, trying to evoke a
response from her. He got a few ahhs and groans out of her, but
she didn't say shit.

Rodney was thinking he really broke her good. This was a far cry
from the wild horse he always knew. You couldn't grab that horse
by the tits and you could flat forget fucking it. A kid could get
stomped to death just trying. Rodney didn't feel like a kid
anymore. He felt like a horse rustler and wild bronk buster. He
wasn't sure what he did right, but after a wild ride, he found
himself still sitting on a horse - well, standing behind it with
his dick in it. That was even better.

Shauna finally said, "Rodney, you raped me."

"I know, but you had it coming."

"No one has rape coming, especially not a mother."

"I say you had it coming, and I'm the rapist. I should know."

"Rodney, you're hurting my breasts."

"I know. I'm still raping you, can't you tell? I still have my
dick in your pussy. When I pull my dick out of your pussy, you'll
know your rape is over. I might just fuck you some more."

Shauna let this go unchallenged and endured more tit abuse; after
all, she was still being raped. He also reached down and abused
her clit. He did all he could to let her know that she was still
being raped. Shauna suffered beautifully but he only saw
suffering. She had an orgasm but he only saw intense suffering.
Shauna began to see the possibility of her first ever triple
fuck. The bow was rising. Stoic suffering made the bow rise, but
twenty minutes of good suffering didn't quite get it there.
Rodney finally gave up whipping a dead pony and climbed down. The
thoroughly broke pony went to the bathroom cupping its pussy.

They didn't speak for most of the day. Shauna gave him cold
looks, but not too cold. He was sorry, but not too sorry. At four
in the afternoon, a half hour before his father was due home,
Rodney came and sat beside Shauna on the sofa. She was thumbing
through ads and clipping coupons. He sat very close, thigh to
thigh, and placed his hand lightly on her thigh on bare flesh.
Without looking, Shauna reached, pinched the wrist, and set the
hand in his lap, letting it go like a dead mouse.

Rodney said, "Are you going to tell Dad?"

"I should."

"But are you going to?"

"No, he'd probably side with you and say I had it coming. He
certainly wouldn't buy rape. I'm sure he thinks I can handle you
and could have prevented that just because I'm a little bigger
than you. He doesn't realize how much stronger a boy is over a
woman pound for pound. I don't think he realizes how strong you
are and how determined you can be, or how bold you can be. I
think you could rape a woman almost twice my size as long as she
weren't a masculine type of woman."

The hand returned, this time firmly. Shauna tried to lift it but
couldn't. She tried prying fingers from her flesh but couldn't.
Actually, she could have quite easily. She had a height, weight,
and strength advantage over him, but he believed she couldn't.
Her effort felt real, a good try for a girl. Shauna gave up
because she had no choice. He relaxed his grip and slid the hand
higher, tempting her to try again. She didn't bother, so he sent
his hand into her pulpy crotch.

In frustration, Shauna set her papers aside and looked to Rodney
while he played with her pussy. He slipped in under another set
of Air Panties and had a finger in her hole as she said, "Haven't
you done enough?"

"If you're not going to tell and you can't stop me, I can do
whatever I want. Right now, I feel like playing with your cunt."

"Must you be so vulgar?"

"I like being vulgar. You don't like that word, do you, CUNT?"

"Don't call me that. That's a disgusting word and a terrible
thing to call a woman, especially the woman who gave birth to
you."

"I like that word and I like calling you a cunt. From now on,
that's what I'm calling you...CUNT. What do you think of
that...CUNT!"

"Fine, call me what you want, but I'd like to see you call me
that in front of your father."

"I'm no dummy. I'll just call you a cunt when it's just you and
me, and it'll be just you and me for the next ten days. Spring
break starts Friday, and I'm going to be sick tomorrow. Ten whole
days, CUNT, just you and me most of the time. If today was a bad
day to get cum in your cunt, I'll bet tomorrow will be worse, and
the next day even worse. What would be the very worst day?"

"I'm not telling. I think what you're doing is awful."

"You think knocking you up is awful?"

"You're my son, Rodney. We're related, Rodney. I don't believe in
abortions, Rodney. I am married, Rodney. Yes, I think what you're
doing is awful. You make me feel like a bitch that is being bred
to her own offspring."

"You are a bitch being bred to her own offspring. I'm breeding
you. Can't you tell?"

"Yes, I could tell. You made that fact glaringly obvious. Forcing
me to soak in your seed while suffering your torments was a good
way of letting me know you plan to rape me with impunity and
force a pregnancy on me. I'm not dense. You don't need to spell
it out. I understand you body language perfectly, especially when
a part of your body remains inside a part of my body long after
intercourse. That's why I said you made me feel like a bitch that
is being bred to her own offspring. When dogs mate, they get hung
up following ejaculation. That's what it felt like."

Rodney was tickled pink with her responses and acceptance.
Emboldened, he switched hands, turned on his side, and used the
hand that had been back-handing her twat to pull the hem up out
of the way so that he could see what the other hand was doing.
The other hand had a direct shot, and after freeing the tie of
the panties at her hip, they weren't in the way. Shauna made
protests all through this operation but didn't hinder him in any
way, and when he pushed the knees wide apart, she left them that
way.

Now, they looked on her pussy getting fingered fucked with two
middle fingers, going in to the palm and being drawn fully out to
run over other vaginal terrain before plunging deep again. Shauna
just sat there, limp and dispassionate, doing a good job of
concealing how this really felt. She applied just enough vaginal
pressure to make him think she was tight, like she did on his
dick. Rodney wasn't trying to turn her on. He was simply amusing
himself at her expense. That just happened to turn her on a whole
bunch. Hiding this orgasm would be a bitch.

After a few minutes of silent play, Rodney stopped running his
fingers all over the place and just kept them inside giving
Shauna a pleasant internal massage - and just in time. While
staring at his slimy fingers going in and out, he said, "I'm
going to knock this cunt up good. You'll probably get your ass
whipped good when Dad sees your belly rise. Wouldn't that be the
shits? You get raped by your son, knocked up by your son, then
get your ass whipped for being a cheating whore."

"Is that why you're doing this, so I'll get my ass whipped?"

"I'll like that, but mostly I want Dad to think you're a cheating
whore, one that don't even use a rubber or make her loverboy pull
out. He'll wail your ass while he's thinking about you going
`FUCK ME! FUCK ME! CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY!' No, cum in my cunt.
That's what a cheating whore would say. He'll picture you crying
out, `CUM IN MY CUNT, OH YES, CUM IN MY CUNT!'"

"He knows I would never say that because I don't use that term."

"Not with him, but you do when you fuck other guys. I'll tell him
I heard you say that. He'll believe me. He'll wail your ass good,
and I'll probably get to watch."

Shauna was glad he was still giving her womb a massage because
his words alone were almost enough to trigger an orgasm. She
looked horrified and that made the little devil smile and say, "I
want to hear you call this gash between your legs a cunt."

"No! I will not use that term, ever."

Rodney got her by the clit and twisted hard. At the same time, he
pursed his fingers on his wet other hand and shoved his hand in.
Shauna made a terrific show of intense agony, lifting her ass
high, supported only by feet and shoulders, crying out, "OHGOD!"

He got in and made a fist, but Shauna would not let him pull that
fist out. He tried. He wanted to fist fuck her. He settled for
womb punching her and clit twisting while saying, "Say, please
stop fist fucking my cunt, Rodney."

Shauna grimaced and groaned out, "Please stop fist fucking my
cunt, Rodney."

Rodney relaxed the twist but said, "Fuck you," and kept on fist
fucking her cunt. He then said, "Now say, please don't knock up
my cunt, Rodney?"

"Please don't knock up my cunt, Rodney."

"Say, I like the way you fist fuck my cheating whore cunt."

"I like the way you fist fuck my cheating whore cunt."

"Say, I love the way you fuck my cunt."

"I love the way you fuck my cunt."

"Now say, I love it when you cum in my cunt."

"I love it when you cum in my cunt."

He gave her clit a hard twist while saying, "You want to be bred
like a bitch to your own offspring, don't you?"

"YES...Oh god, please stop hurting my cunt! My cunt hurts so bad.
You're killing my cunt, my cunt, my cunt, my poor cunt."

Rodney stopped punching but kept his hand in a fist, allowing her
to relax and settle to the cushions. Together, they looked at the
cunt clenched around his wrist. He now wore his mother like a
boxing glove, a mommy mitten. He thought that was really neat. He
sure showed her. Shauna thought that was really neat, too. She
sure showed him. He said, "See how easy it is, now. What is this
nasty gash between your legs?"

"My cunt."

"What are you going to call it from now on?"

"My cunt."

"What will you answer to from now on?"

"Cunt."

"And when I'm fucking your cunt and you see I'm about to cum,
what will you beg me to do?"

"I'll beg you to cum in my cunt."

"You better, and when Dad asks you if you ever said those words,
you won't try to lie, will you?"

"No, he'll know if I'm lying. He always knows."

"You're going to get your ass whipped good, aren't you?"

"Yes, it looks that way. Rodney, your father will be walking in
that door pretty soon. Don't you think you've made your point."

"We have ten minutes. He never gets here before four thirty;
besides, I'll hear his truck. I want to see your tits. I didn't
get a good look at them from behind."

"Rodney, please."

Rodney twisted the clit and Shauna began undoing buttons. She
soon had her tits out and Rodney had something else to tease and
torment. Shauna was surprised that he never said anything about
how sloppy wet her cunt was. Then again, he may think that was
the natural state of a vagina. He never felt hers when it wasn't
sloppy gooey, and in all likelihood, her vagina was his first.
Rodney wasn't exactly popular with the girls. Most girls would
not get gooey between the legs over Rodney. He wasn't ugly, but
he wasn't smart or athletic and he was a loner who only wore
black. His best friend was his computer and his favorite pastime
was cruising the Internet with the Dungeon and Dragons mob.

Rodney tormented tits until he heard the pickup truck. Shauna had
to hurry and get straight. Rodney left the house as his father
entered. He had a paper route that he was running late for. Buck
took one look at his wife, half lying on the couch with a
blissful look on her face, the kind she gets after sex or being a
lunch pail. He came over and said, "Who'd you fuck?"

"You'll never guess."

"I don't want to guess. Who did you fuck?"

"He passed you on your way in."

"Rodney...you fucked Rodney!"

"Your son raped me, Buck. I have been raped and molested
thoroughly. That boy is a mother fucker and he wants to knock me
up so you'll whip my ass for being a cheating whore. He wants to
watch a good ass whipping. Evidently, hearing them isn'tenough."

Buck plopped into his easy chair and swiveled it to face Shauna.
He just looked at her and said, "Rodney?"

"Rodney."

"What the hell brought this on?"

"He skipped school today, pretending to have a stomach ache. I
forgot he was here and came into the kitchen in bra andpanties."

"Air Underwear?"

"That's all I have, now, but I forgot. I honestly forgot, but I
remembered just as soon as I saw the look on his face."

"I can imagine. What I can't imagine is how he could rape you."

"Well, I had to help."

Smiling, Buck said, "How was it?"

"Ummm, he rapes me so good, Buck, and he molests me even better.
This nasty gash between my legs is now a cunt and I answer to the
term, CUNT. Between Rodney and I, CUNT is now a term of
endearment that means the same as Mom."

"You had to put that idea in his head."

"I swear, I didn't. He did that all on his own and I put up stiff
resistance. I damn near got my clit twisted off before I caved in
and became his CUNT with a cunt between my legs. That boy knows
how to bend an abstinent bitch to his will. He is fucking
amazing, Buck. I don't know what he's been reading off the
Internet, but he certainly knows his shit. Someone told him about
fist-fucking a bitch. I'm seriously thinking of letting him knock
me up and carrying the kid to term. What do you think? Do you
want to go for it?"

"And keep it?"

"We can decide that nine months from now. I think I might if the
baby looks normal."

"Yeah, but suppose you bring a little monster into the world?
Could you live with that?"

"Those odds are extremely remote. That happens from constant
in-breeding. I'm sure our baby will be fine. Just think of the
possibilities, though, Buck. He's good, very good, and he'll give
it to me as rough as I want it. He's into that shit. He wants to
see me suffer, but I know he'd never do me any lasting harm."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because he doesn't want to get busted. You'll see any lasting
evidence. He can't draw blood or do anything that leaves scars;
and besides, he knows he can only push me so far. He keeps
testing his limits. I can rein him in whenever I want. He isn't
even close to my level of tolerance. You just need to keep being
you. He's worried about you and he thinks I'm scared to death of
you."

"Have you thought about the monster we're raising and what effect
this will have on him."

"Yes, I think this will have a very positive effect. Rodney was
only difficult and cruel to animals before he found a good
outlet. I think the trash he finds on the Internet provides a
vent for him. This will serve as an even better vent. I may just
get a loving and affectionate child out of this between sessions
of venting. I'm all for that."

"And when he leaves the nest and loses his vent?"

"By then he'll know he needs a woman like me for a mate. He'll
know he's a chip off the old block. We have three or four years
to work with him, Buck. We didn't create this monster, he was
born a monster. We can help tame the beast within him. We can
also educate his mate. He just needs to pick one who likes rough
treatment. He needs a yin to his yang just as I am a yin to your
yang."

"Well, I can be me. If you're sure you want to do this, let's do
it."

"All the way?"

"All the way, but I don't want to see any marks or I'm busting
somebody. I'm serious, Shauna. I won't have it. If you don't rein
that boy in, I will. Game's over."

"I'll rein, just don't make an issue over redness, swelling, or
teeth marks. He's a biter."

"You know what I'm talking about. If he does something that
requires a scab to heal, that's it, no more. He also needs to
learn restraint, especially with the right yin. With some yins
you have to carve them up, rub them down with salt, then drop
them into a tub of iodine to make them happy."

"Oh god, you're going to make me cum."

"Shauna!"

"I was just kidding. Don't worry, we're cool. There won't be any
blood, salt, or iodine, I promise. I know what the sight of blood
does to yangs. Before we get anywhere near that stage, he'll
know. He'll soon see blood the way vampires see sunlight. He'll
be a chip off the old block."

"You see that he does or I'll sit him down myself. In fact, I
think we should both sit him down when that time comes."

"When the time comes, I think that would be an excellent idea.
That would make the strongest impression on him, and this game
can't go on and on. We'll play this for a while and play it his
way, then we'll all sit down together."

"How long?"

"I don't know - a week, a month - not too long. I think being
called cunt will get old after a month, and I'll be damned if
I'll go too long letting him have sex anytime he wants it. A
week, I can handle. A month at the outside, I'm sure. After that,
we'll need to sit him down and set him straight, but before that
I'm sure I'll be jerking a knot in his tail."

"Great! A week to a month would be perfect."

"Now, I have got to tell you about that rape. Oh, god was that
good. There I was, standing before him as good as naked and he's
staring right at my cunt, I mean staring, not even blinking, like
he was saying, `Oh, you prick teasing whore.' I swear, I never
saw him give me that look before, and it was that Air Underwear
that brought it on. He saw me in Air Underwear and just knew I
came in there to make his dick hard. It did look that way, and
then I felt like teasing him. I wanted to give him a good shot of
my ass, bent way over, straight legs, feet wide. Picture that in
Air Underwear."

"Fuck - justifiable rape. Next case."

"He wasted no time. That little mother fucker came right up
and..."

You know the rest, but she soon had Buck jacking off.  When
Rodney finished his paper route he entered the house timidly, not
sure he hadn't been ratted on. He wasn't sure until his father
acted no differently. He was sure he hadn't gone too far when his
mother tried to avoid being in the same room with him. He felt
like a predator; she acted like prey. He liked that. He liked
making her nervous. He was a cat; she was a mouse, trapped in the
same cage with him. 

He loved watching her sweat. When he could, he placed a heavy paw
on her and dug his claws in. He got his claws wet a lot. He got a
boxing glove for his paw a few times - quickies. One quickie went
up her ass while he bent her over the sink and pushed her face in
dirty dish water. She made bubbles of protest as his fist plowed
through her colon.

Shauna was one soupy-cunted bitch after Rodney arrived home. She
couldn't believe how perfect he was and for one so young and
lacking experience. He was a natural. That was the only
explanation. Of course, she reasoned, Rodney wasn't playing a
role in a master/slave scenario. To Rodney, this was real. He was
just being himself, just as Buck was only good at being himself.
Shauna was the only one good at playing a role. In their home,
only one person needed to. 

Shauna could not have been happier and looked forward to Buck
going off to work, for as soon as his truck was out of the
driveway, her ass was getting raped. She had been told countless
times to expect it and to be naked on her back with her legs as
wide as she could get them or she'd pay the price. Each time
Rodney made the threat, he punctuated that threat with a cunt, as
in, "Do you understand that, CUNT?"

Each time he made a threat, Shauna cowed and swore she'd be
ready. She implored him not to hurt her. She swore she'd be a
good cunt, a good fuck, and that she would beg for his cum deep
in her cunt. She would then beg him not to hurt her, then he'd
hurt her and make her beg some more while he held her cunt in a
death grip. Damn, he was good. Shauna could not wait to beg that
boy for his cum. She was dying to give him a responsive fuck like
a cheating whore would. She swore to him that she would, and he
could see that she meant it, and still she received no mercy. The
boy had to be a natural - had to be. 

Thursday morning, Buck's truck eased out of the driveway and
Shauna shucked her nightie, laid back, spread wide, and watched
the bedroom door. To make the widest spread possible, she gripped
her inner thighs from above and pulled. She had her legs bent,
feet in the air, and that cunt of hers was laid out and open like
a filleted flounder. That was one hell of a rape invitation aimed
right at the door a rapist might come through.

One did and on seeing that presentation he smiled like he had a
knife at her throat. The only thing Rodney could figure was that
she sure hated getting hurt. He wasn't sure what she feared,
whether it was his torments or his Dad's belt, but something made
her do that. She sure didn't want to be seen that way. No woman
would, not even by her pussy doctor. Hardened porno sluts refused
to get in poses like that. She didn't want to get raped, and she
sure didn't want to get knocked up. Whatever it was making her be
this way, Rodney just prayed it would last ten days.

Rodney just had to see one good ass whipping with a belt. He had
to. He heard dozens, maybe a hundred, and jacked off to every
one. The crack of leather on soft flesh was sweet music to his
ears. His father calling his mother a cunt was music to his ears.
He just had to see a real whipping, and he wanted to see her get
the whipping of her life. 

He had it all figured, too. He knew exactly what would do it. If
his dad would whip the shit out of her for not paying a bill on
time, he'd blister her ass for getting knocked up and whoring
around. He'd whip her fucking cunt bloody. Rodney stood at the
foot of the bed, stared at that cunt, and tried to picture it
bloody- fuckin "A" - whip it good, Dad.

Rodney went to look out the window to make sure his dad didn't
forget something. When he returned, she still held that pose,
still with that worried look as he stripped out of his PJs. His
bow was strung as he knee-walked into place. He ran the head
through her cunt guts and then looked into her face to say, "Are
you ready to get raped, Cunt?"

"Yes, Rodney, and I'll beg you to cum inside my cunt, just please
don't hurt me, okay?"

"I have to hurt you."

"Why, I'll be a good cunt. I swear. I'll fuck you like a cheating
whore. I'll make it good for you, Rodney. You don't have to hurt
me."

"If I don't hurt you, it wouldn't be rape. We'd just be fucking.
That's perverted; besides, if I didn't hurt you, you might like
it. That would be very perverted. That would be sick. See why I
have to hurt you? You don't think I like hurting you, do you?"

She suffered through a hard pinching twist of her clit, then
said, "Yes, I do."

"You think I like doing this,...this,...this,...and this?[SLAP]"

He twisted her clit, her right nipple, her left nipple, then
hauled off and slapped her hard in the cunt. Shauna writhed and
groaned in apparent agony, then focused on him and tearfully
said, "Yes."

He slapped her cunt again and said, "Do you think that makes my
dick hard?"

Shauna hammed up her agony then said, "Yes?"

Rodney eased his dick into a bright red pussy and took up an easy
stroke, a long stroke but easy. He watched his dick move in and
out while talking to her. He said, "Do you think I jacked off
every time you got your ass whipped?"

"I do now."

"You're right, I did. He hits hard, doesn't he?"

"Yes, very hard."

"How hard do you think he'll hit when he finds out what a slut
you are and how you went and got yourself knocked up?"

"I don't even want to think about it."

"Does he ever hit your cunt?"

"Yes, sometimes, and sometimes by accident."

The pace picked up. Shauna wanted to join in but he didn't seem
to want any help, like he enjoyed fucking her while she just laid
there and held herself open for it. He said, "He'll whip your
cunt on purpose for that one, won't he?"

"I would think so since that's the part that cheated."

"A belt to the cunt must really hurt."

"You have no idea how bad that hurts."

"He'll wail the shit out of your tender cunt, won't he?"

"Yes, he'll be very angry."

Now he had a good steady pace as he said, "Are you going to try
to weasel out of this cunt whipping?"

"No, I'm resigned to it."

"Why?"

"I see no way to avoid it. If I try to stop you from raping me,
you'll tell him I seduced you. You're right, he'll believe you.
I'd get a cunt whipping for that. I would rather he think I
fucked ten other men than his own son."

"So, you'll let him think you're a whore."

"Yes. He would anyway if I turn up pregnant. If you keep raping
me and cumming in my cunt, I will get pregnant. If not today,
then tomorrow or the next day. I may already be pregnant. You
have ten days to get the job done. There's no way you could fail.
I've given this a lot of thought since yesterday. I figure I may
as well be a good sport about this. I may as well work with you
and try to get pregnant."

"Yeah, prove it. I'm ready."

Finally. Shauna planted both feet and brought her cunt into
action. Rodney didn't need to move. He just knelt there and
watched the cunt fuck him. Awesome! He didn't know cunts could
fuck back, or do it that good, and all the while she's saying,
"Cum in my cunt, Rodney. Squirt your baby juice deep in my cunt.
Fill me with sperm. Shoot your hot cum right up my fertile womb.
Give me that ball juice, Rodney. Let my cunt suck all the sperm
out of your balls."

That did it, and while that dick spit sperm like a spitting
Cobra, his mother's cunt glued itself to his groin and sucked. He
couldn't believe that shit either. That cunt sucked his balls up
to the base of his pecker and cleared his sinuses. When Mom helps
out, she really helps out. What a sport.

Rodney collapsed backward after this sucking fuck. That ended any
possibility of a double fuck. A true double fuck has no
out-of-pussy intermission. Shauna didn't mean to suck that hard.
She felt like her pussy sucked both loads in one orgasm and got
every sperm cell he had to offer, even those that didn't have
fully formed tails. She got up on her elbows and peered over her
beaver to her sucked-dry offspring, not sure that she hadn't hurt
him. She said, "Rodney, are you alright?"

Rodney slowly turned his head and set dreamy, glazed eyes on her.
He smiled and said, "How did you do that?"

"All pussies can do that with a little exercise. We don't
normally suck for rapists. We only suck when we are trying to get
pregnant."

Rodney struggled up and then came to lie beside her on his side.
He snuggled up with his face at her bosom, threw a leg over her
leg, and placed a hand in her crotch. He deep fingered a very
messy pussy while his mother held him close, stroked his cheek,
and brushed his hair with her fingers. She fed a nipple to his
lips and watched him nurse. He nibbled lightly and nipped a bit
at the tip, but he also did a great deal of infant-like suckling.


For Shauna, this intimate moment was a validation of everything
she believed to be true and the first true moment of loving
affection she had ever shared with Rodney. She never once
recalled hearing him saying, "I love you." He appeared to have
fallen in-love. While suckling, he kept looking into her face as
though seeing the beauty for the first time. He saw a beautiful
woman, not a cunt; his mother, not a bitch. He was awed that she
could still love him after all he had done, did, and called her.
She obviously did. 

He saw the love in her eyes, in her warm smile, and in her soft,
caressing, stroking touch. He bit down hard on her nipple, saw
her agony, but after the agony passed, that same loving look and
touch returned undiminished. Shauna could see her son trying to
sort all this out in his mind. She let him mull it over. She laid
there and let him finger, chew, suckle, and sort.

After ten or fifteen minutes of fingering, chewing, suckling, and
sorting, Rodney took his mouth off the nipple, snuggled up higher
and closer to place his head next to hers with his thigh in her
crotch and his fingering hand now on her right breast. He
snuggled close with his cock pressed into her side. Shauna turned
her head to face him, getting nose to nose, waiting. He had
something to say. He finally said, "I think you're very beautiful
and super sexy."

"Thank you, Rodney. That's the sweetest thing you have ever said
to me. I always thought you hated me."

"I never hated you, Mom. I love you."

"Rodney, you have never once said that."

"Well, I do."

"I love you, too, sweetheart. I always have. I always will."

"Yeah, and I always knew that. I knew I didn't have to say I love
you and you'd still love me anyway."

"Is it that hard for you to say?"

"Not anymore. I'll say it again...I love you...I love you, I love
you, I love you. I love you more than anything."

"Rodney, you're going to make me cry. [wiping tears from her
eyes] See what you've done."

"I don't care. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Rodney, why all this affection?"

Rodney laid his head on her chest, fondled her breast, and said,
"I don't know. I just know I feel like doing it and I can do
whatever I want. I can call you a cunt and slap your tits around,
or I can tell you I love you and kiss your pussy for you. I can
rape you or I can make love to you. I can do whatever I want and
you'll still love me the same. [he struggled up to look in her
face for confirmation] That's true, isn't it."

"That's true to a degree. Love does have it's limits. You can't
do anything and expect unconditional love in return. If you were
vicious and cruel, into torture and maiming me, no, I would not
love you. You are not like that. Your torments and vulgarity are
not meant to do permanent harm to me; they are more to give
temporary relief to you - like hitting a punching bag or popping
a kid's balloon."

Rodney gave that some thought, then gave the nipple he was toying
with a hard snap flick with his fuck finger. Rodney had a snap
flick that could splatter a June bug against a plate glass window
twenty feet away. His snap flicks were like being popped with a
wet towel, worse than clit twisters. This one arched Shauna's
back and tensed every muscle in her body, brought on a guttural
moan, and took a full minute to recover from without hamming.
After Shauna recovered, he said, "How come I did that?"

"Because you like hitting a punching bag that has feelings and
can't hit back. Your father is the same way. Most of my ass
whippings aren't to discipline me so mush as to provide your
father with a vent for some shit he had to take out on the job
site or in traffic. He'll find a reason and I had best not give
him any shit."

"Why don't you divorce him?"

"I love him. I understand him. He inflicts pain and suffering
with a purpose. I suffer the abuse with a purpose."

"What purpose?'

"I help him vent. I help keep him employed and out of jail. He
doesn't punch out bosses or cops. He doesn't rape women or molest
children. I suffer out of love. He loves me because I love him
that much. Few women would. A woman has to be tough to be a wife
to a man like your father. You're just like him. You will need to
find a tough woman, one who will suffer for love or your destiny
will have prison bars in it. You can't survive in society without
a safety valve. I'll tell you something else I thought about last
night, something that turned me around. I think you are using me
as a safety valve. I think that's what this is really all about.
I think you know you need one, have to have one, and would never
make it through high school without one. You latched onto me like
a life ring in a sea of shit and frustration."

Rodney slowly rolled to his back and stared up at the ceiling on
hearing this. He was deep in thought. Shauna rolled to her side
and placed her hand on his lower abdomen. The other curled his
hair. Her belly hand began those loving strokes as had been done
all over his back. Her hand traveled up to his chest, then down
his legs, up and down, touching everything except the groin until
it finally rested there and touched nothing else. By that time,
he was good and hard. She took his cock in her fist and began a
nice easy fondling stroke.

Rodney looked down his front to see her fisting his cock. He also
saw her lean in, purse her lips, and kiss his nipple. She applied
several tender kisses then said, "I love you, Rodney. I want to
be your life ring until you find the right girl. I think I'm
tough enough to serve both of the men in my life. I will try with
all my might and with every fiber of my being, but I will not let
you drown."

Rodney then watched her kiss her way to his groin as she got into
a position that was perpendicular to his, on her belly, supported
on elbows, affording him a good view of everything she did. Once
there, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked him down to
the pubic hair. The head of his cock went two or three inches
into her throat. He groaned, placed one hand on the back of her
head, and clenched hair in his fist. That hand rode the head up
and down on his shaft. He writhed and moaned under that mouth. He
never thought he'd see such a sight. He imagined a rape blow job,
more of a fucking in the mouth, but not a willing, loving,
enthusiastic, deep-throat blow job - not from his mom.

Rodney was in-love with her before she did that. He was now
deeply in-love and deeply in awe. He had her figured all wrong
all these years - a dumb bitch too insecure to leave an abusive
man to go out and find one that would treat her right. With her
looks and figure, she had to be a dumb bitch not to know she
didn't have to take that shit. He had no idea women like her
existed or that a love like that existed. What he looked down on
was not so much an act of sex as an act of love. Gradually, his
fist relaxed and slid to her back where his hand flattened and
began a stroking massage, a loving pet.

When he did that, Shauna took her mouth off his dick, gave his
dick a thorough licking, his nuts a thorough licking, dropped
down and deeply probed his asshole. She then licked his asshole,
butt crack, nuts and cock with a passionate look in her actions
and expressions conveying that everything between his legs was
clean and erotic to her, making him fell like he could piss in
her mouth and she would become wildly excited and drink it all
down. When she began sucking again, the temptation was
overwhelming. 

Unlike many, Rodney could piss with a hardon. Unlike many, Rodney
fantasized of pissing in a little girl's mouth while she sucked
his cock with a knife held to her throat. He had an English
teacher he wanted to use as a urinal. He also dreamed of being a
walking enema bag with a knife. Bend over and pull your cheeks
apart, BITCH! Most females gave Rodney a wide berth and would not
turn their back on him, treating him like a walking douche bag
with a knife. He had trouble making female friends, and female
teachers hated him.

Rodney thought about it and thought about it. He could ruin this
beautiful moment or add to it. When she went back down and reamed
his asshole again, he had to find out. When she had his dick back
in her mouth and was again giving it a nursing suck, he gave her
a good squirt, a mouthful. Her eyes went wide, she gripped his
cock at the base, and she sucked while diddling the slit with the
tip of her tongue. That was all Rodney needed to let loose his
bladder. She sucked and swallowed every drop and appeared
disappointed when he could produce no more.

There was no cat and mouse; this was lioness and her cub. Cubs
have it made. Rodney languished under this type of very personal
service, and he rewarded his server with more stroking and
petting. She looked to him and smiled warmly, saying, "That feels
wonderful, Rodney."

"What you're doing feels wonderful, Mom. I never felt this way
before. I'm not mad at a anything. I don't want to hurt anything.
I feel great."

She gave his dick a deep suck then came off to say, "Oh, did your
stomach ache go away?"

He smiled big and said, "Yeah, you sucked it away. Not with your
mouth. That just took care of my need to piss. I had a piss ache
but you took care of that real good. My stomach ache all came out
through my dick and went into your pussy."

She came off of his dick again to say, "Don't you mean cunt?"

"No, I was thinking about that last night, too. I like calling
you cunt and I like hearing you use that word, but I also want to
hear you say other nasty words for it. If all you ever say is
cunt, that's no fun."

She deep sucked while he talked and came off to respond. This
time, she said, "I'll call that nasty gash between my legs
anything you like."

"I'd like you to mix it up. How many can you think of? Swing your
pussy around and show it to me while you think of some. I like
seeing you act like a whore, too."

Shauna reversed herself to Rodney, got her pussy up near his
head, raised her top leg and held it with her free hand. With her
finger tips lined along the top lip, she pulled her pussy wide
open and said, "Does that look like a whore's pussy?"

"Sure does, a fucked whore's pussy."

"This is a fucked whore's pussy. I hope you don't think you're my
first since I said, `I do'. I must look like a whore. I get raped
quite a lot."

"That figures. You suck cock like a whore."

"Thank you. Well, lets see. There's box, cum bucket, cunny, dick
mitten, dyke bait, fuck hole, fuck sleeve, gash, heaven's gate,
infant chute, labia stuffing, muff, nose mit...I thought of that
one yesterday...there's oral plug. I thought of that one
yesterday, too. There's pussy, of course...let me see, oh yeah,
quim, rug rat factory, snatch, sperm bank, twat...that's about
it."

"Damn, I could only think of a few and you didn't even get to
them until the end. I would have started with twat."

"Not if you were doing it alphabetically. Oh, there's one more -
whore hole. Can you see my whore hole, Rodney?"

"I can see in it. Hey, there's my GI Joe. I lost that six years
ago."

"I told you not to leave your toys lying around. Look around in
there, you'll probably find a train set. That was rough getting
all those track sections up there."

Rodney laughed hard as he hooked index fingers in the hole and
pulled hard, exclaiming, "You're right. There it is. Hey, there's
my red bike that I thought got stolen."

Shauna completely let her vagina go slack, which made a big hole
between her legs. Of course, Rodney though he created that big
hole with brute strength. He hooked two fingers on each side and
spread each of those apart to make a hole he could fit a baseball
in even with the fingers in place. The vagina never ceased to
amaze him. All he could see was creamed guts, but that was pretty
neat.

While her son pretended to look at his creamed bicycle, Shauna
said, "You left it in the driveway. How many times did I tell
you, don't leave your bike in the driveway? I'll have you know,
getting that up my snatch almost killed me."

Rodney laughed so hard he cried, and when he stopped, he reached
out to her and said, "Mom, come here."

Shauna reversed herself then found herself rolled onto her back
and pinned with Rodney straddling her waist, holding both wrists,
looking down into her face with his smiling face still wet with
laugh tears. He kept looking as though he couldn't believe she
had been there all along. Shauna could see that he was deeply
in-love or powerfully smitten. She put on her cute face with
bottom lip in teeth, then said in her cutsie voice, "Are you
going to rape me again?"

"No, I just want to look at you."

She laid under his intense scrutiny for several long seconds,
then said, "Are you sure you don't want to rape me?"

"I'm sure."

"I'm easy."

"Yes, I know. Raping you was one of the easiest thing I ever did.
It was almost like you wanted to be raped, like you needed a good
rape. When you showed me your wet pussy, it was like you were
saying, `Rape me right here, Rodney, right between these plump,
shaved pussy lips.'"

"I'll bet you that's why I get raped so much. My pussy talks
behind my back."

"Yeah, but it was more like begging from between your legs."

"Oh, well no wonder men are always trying to look between my
legs. I thought they just wanted to look at my pussy. All this
time I thought I was just showing my pussy when what I was really
doing was begging to get raped."

He chuckled and said, "Live and learn. Learn to live with the
label, too. You're a whore, a cheating whore."

"I know. Now I feel like a whore. Are you sure you wouldn't like
to rape me?"

"Nope."

"You don't have to do anything. You can tell me to rape myself.
I'll even slap my own titties around and smack my ass while I do
it...you know, to keep me from liking it. Most rape victims won't
do that. Well, not unless you force them. You won't find many
that will make the offer."

This made him chuckle, but that chuckle died quickly. His
expression became serious, and his lips descended on hers. For
several seconds their illicit kiss was just lips, but his tongue
soon wanted in. What Rodney wants Rodney gets. There ensued a
passionate lover's kiss and embrace that lasted for over five
minutes. When the kiss ended, he reached between their bodies to
insert his dick. Shauna opened her legs wide for him and closed
her pussy for him. He sank in easily, then sank back into their
kiss, and they made love, slow and easy while she sucked his
Popcicle.

They didn't end slow and easy, and when they came, they came
together. After they came, they stayed together. Shauna held him
by the ass and pulled him in tight. He supported himself on stiff
arms to look down on her, saying, "I still want to knock youup."

"Why would anything change? I figured you would and that's why
I'm helping. I'm keeping us locked up like two mutts. You still
want to see me get my ass whipped good, don't you?"

"I want to see you get your cunt whipped good."

"Then we need to get this cunt knocked up good."

"I don't get it, Mom. How can you help me or love me when you
know I just want to see you suffer terrible agony? I mean, a belt
to the cunt - that has got to hurt like hell."

"A belt to the clit hurts like hell. The clit on a woman is
nothing but a bundle of nerves. A thin belt snapping on the clit
is like a kick in the balls to a guy."

He made a pained face and said, "Oh fuck - it's like a kick in
the balls!"

"I don't know exactly what that feels like, but I would imagine
so. I do know what a belt to the clit feels like. Your father is
expert at it. He doesn't whip my cunt, he whips my clit. He only
whips my cunt if he misses my clit. He doesn't miss very often."

"Damn. How come I never heard you scream?"

"He gags me for a clit whipping, gags and ties my legs to the
head board posts, ties them in the splits with my arms bound
behind my back. I am on my shoulders with my butt against the
head board, looking up at my cunt. I see every blow land."

"Oh fuck!"

"I doubt you were even aware of those whippings. Gagged whippings
are generally silent. Since I can't respond, he doesn't say much.
They are slow, methodical, purely for his enjoyment. The
whippings you hear are traditional punishment whippings with a
lot of threats and verbal abuse - heavy on belt action with a
wider, heavier belt. You know his belt."

"How often do you get a clit whipping?"

"Lately, about twice a week. This new job has him all tense and
frustrated. It takes a clit whipping to vent that kind of
tension."

"How many times does he hit you?"

"That depends on how upset he is. Sometimes ten, most times
thirty. I've had fifty."

"Fuck, fifty kicks in the balls? How do you even walk after
that?"

"I don't. When I stay in bed all day, it isn't because I'm not
feeling well. It's because I can't walk or bear to close my legs.
After your father finds out I'm pregnant, I'll probably be in bed
for a week."

"How many do you think you'll get?"

"I think we're looking at a hundred. I got fifty for getting
raped."

"Can you take a hundred?"

"I take whatever he gives me. Remember, I'm bound and gagged."

"Can your clit take a hundred?"

"Yes. He never breaks skin. I think you'd need a bull whip to do
that. The belt he uses is soft leather, too wide to make a cut,
but thin enough to mimic the sensation of being struck by a bull
whip. That one is limber enough to snap and pop, and he knows
what he's doing. I have learned to trust him. I know I'll only
suffer excruciating pain without lasting damage. Pain, I can live
with. I'll suffer for him, but if he kept damaging me, I would
have to cast him adrift. Any wife would. Your wife will unless
you learn how to beat her properly. There are many ways to make a
woman suffer terrible agony without doing any damage."

"Will you show me the ways? I want my wife to suffer the way you
do."

"You already know one good way. That flick of yours is like a
thin belt pop."

He leaned left and gave her right nipple a good flick, sending
her into arching spasms of agony. No sooner had she recovered
from that then he did it again. He then rolled right and did the
left one twice. He left Shauna panting in tears. When she could
focus, he was again over her, studying her, awed by her. She
said, "I can see it'll be tough serving two masters."

"I won't be that hard on you. It's just that every now and then I
want to do something like that. I like the way you don't shy away
from it or try to talk me out of doing it. I like the way you
watch it and squeeze your tittie up for me. Mostly, I like seeing
how you suffer for me. It's like hearing you say I love you, only
it's not just words."

"Sweetheart, I am saying I love you. I said I love you in the
strongest terms four times. I can think of no better way of
proving my love for you than offering up my tender nipples for
that horrible torture."

"I can think of a better way. You could offer up your clit. Would
you offer up your clit...for two flicks?"

"Pull your dick out and I'll show you."

Rodney hurriedly discunted and watched as she planted both feet,
lifted her ass high off the bed, made a splits spread, then
reached between her legs and pulled the lips as wide as they'd
go, leaving a defenseless clit all alone in a sea of coral pink -
and messy fuck, but Rodney only had eyes for that clit. His mom
had a big one, a good target, better than a June bug, better than
a nipple.

Rodney was in no hurry. The view was fantastic. When the flick
came, Shauna shot up and screamed. She fell to the bed and
clutched her crotch, writhing in agony. Rodney was stunned by the
pain he inflicted. Indeed, that was like a boot in the balls. To
his amazement, after a few minutes to recover, she again
presented him with the exact same spread and a clit now swollen
and raw looking, kinda like a June bug post glass. Rodney thought
about not doing that to her again but had to, and he did it just
as hard with the same results, only this time she rolled to her
side and curled into a fetal ball while clutching her crotch.

Rodney laid a gentle hand on her hip and began stroking,
comforting. The other stroked her back. He stroked her from the
waist down with one and the waist up with the other while she
slowly regained her composure and uncurled, rolled to her back,
and offered her front for stroking. He took a tit in one hand as
the other went straight for her crotch. Shauna parted her legs to
welcome that hand, then pulled a pillow under her head to watch
it toy with the clit it just injured.

Rodney felt no compulsion to apologize. She offered a gift; he
accepted. After examining and toying with the tender nub of
bright pink flesh, he said, "You have a great clit, Mom. I see
why Dad likes to whip it. I can't wait to see this clit get a
good whipping. I want you pregnant now more than ever. The only
trouble is, Dad would never let me see a whipping like that."

"You're wrong about that. If it were up to him, you would have
been seeing all of my whippings. Humiliation is a big part of my
discipline. He has always wanted you to watch. I couldn't bear
that. I begged on my knees, but he still threatens to bring you
in. If you went to him and told him you wanted to watch, I know
that would be all it took, and I wouldn't beg this time. Well,
I'd have to or it wouldn't look right, but I wouldn't beg so hard
that it would sway him."

Rodney was very excited as he said, "Are you positive, Mom? He'd
let me see a clit whipping? He'd let me see you naked likethat?"

"Yes, of course, especially like that. That is the humiliation,
and there is no more humiliating position than the one I am
placed in for a clit whipping. Picture it, Rodney - an
up-side-down splits beaver. No mother would ever want her son to
see her that way. Forget the whipping. That exposure would kill
her. I honestly thought it would kill me until yesterday."

"That wouldn't bother you a bit, now, would it?"

"No, of course not. I let you open up my fuck hole and look at
all your toys. Would you like another look? There's a skate board
and basketball in there somewhere."

That pleasant memory put him in a playful mood again. He said,
"Yeah, I want another look. Make me a good beaver."

Shauna got into the up-side-down bike ride position and then
fanned her legs out in the splits as Rodney got at her back on
his knees to overlook the spread. Again, he hooked his fingers in
the hole and pulled hard. What he saw was a fucking mess. What he
said was, "Yeah, there they are. Hey, there's some kid in there
playing with my stuff. GET OUT OF MY MOM'S PUSSY, YOU ASSHOLE,
AND LEAVE MY SHIT ALONE!"

"Be nice to him, Rodney. He's your kid brother. You were such a
stinker, I never let him be born. Let him play with your toys.
You can play with the toy box."

Rodney laughed hard then said, "Oh, great. He gets the toys and
all I get is this smelly old box. It's plain to see who your
favorite is."

"What do you expect. Oglethorpe never raped me."

"That's why I should be your favorite. What has he ever done for
you? Does he stick his head out and suck on your clit for you?"

Shauna opened up her lips to expose the clit, saying, "Well,
someone has to be nice to my poor clittie. Look what you've done
to it. It's all red and swollen."

That clit begged a flick. His mother seemed to be offering it up
again. He found that hard to believe. She must know that was like
waving a red flag in front of a bull. She wouldn't stop, so
Rodney brought his flick finger poised to deliver a flick
directly over her clit and said, "I ought to give it another one.
I don't think your clit is red and swollen enough."

Shauna said, "Well, a mother shouldn't play favorites. I suppose
I deserve another one. Go ahead if you feel I need it. Am I open
enough? Is it all out there?"

Rodney used his other hand to move the fleshy clit around while
saying, "Yeah, it's all out there. I just want to pick the best
spot. What area is the most tender?"

Shauna reached in with index fingers and pulled the fleshy hood
back, saying, "See that whitish area?"

"Yeah."

"That is actually the clit or clittie button. That is the nerve
center, what a woman rubs when she masturbates. The rest is the
hood, mostly flesh. If you hit that nerve center dead on, you
will cause the greatest pain."

Rodney had a good target of that area because she made it a good
target. He couldn't resist. [POP]"

Shauna howled and shot backward into a ball, banging her ass
against the head board. This was twice as bad as the other clit
flicks and they were ten times worse than the nipple flicks which
were only agonizing. This time, Rodney really was sorry he did
that, but she asked for it. He could not understand that, but she
did. This was not a demonstration of love, she just wanted him to
do that, and her suffering was real. He could see it was real. No
one could act that good. No one could cry that good, and the pain
didn't ease. Maybe she didn't know it would hurt that much.

This was all very strange, but Rodney offered her comfort and she
slowly responded to being stroked. She eventually uncurled and
laid on her back. This time, he stroked her front and didn't give
her nasty parts any undue attention. She just needed more
stroking to completely relax. When he had her relaxed, he stopped
and sat back on his heels at her side, looked into her face and
said, "Why did you do that?"

"I wish I knew. I suppose because I knew you would enjoy it. I
also needed to show you were the most sensitive part on a woman
is. Seeing is believing."

"I believe, but you could have just told me."

"I know, and I thought about doing that, but if you're into
making a woman suffer, that is her suffer button, and you don't
need to do much if you concentrate your efforts there. You don't
need to hit as hard, flick as hard, pinch as hard. The clittie
button is like a bundle of raw nerves. Remember, you don't want
to damage, just cause suffering. Don't apply more force than you
need to get the job done. Your father clips my hood to my pubic
hair. That's why I have braided hair on the mound. He whips the
actual clit, but not hard; in fact hard strikes inflict no
greater pain but they do induce numbness."

"How hard?"

"With a moderate to light, well-aimed stroke, she'll feel the
last as bad as the first and can take thirty, forty, fifty or
more. You need to know these things. You flicked way too hard.
I'm numb now. You could flick me again and I won't feel a thing.
It'll be twenty or thirty minutes before you could really hurt me
again. If you don't believe me, go ahead. Give me a flick. I'll
pull the hood back."

"I believe you. I can't believe you're telling me this, though.
You know where I'll be flicking you from now on. You're teaching
me how to torture you. You know I love doing it."

"I'm not teaching you how to torture me, I am showing you how to
properly inflict the maximum amount of pain with the minimum
injury on a woman who will let you. I am willing to let you
develop and hone your skills on me, and it's not just because I
love you. I am also responsible for you. I can't turn you loose
on the world the way you are. You are a danger to yourself and
others. Someone will get terribly hurt, maybe killed, and you'll
end up behind bars, possibly on death row. I trained your father;
I can train you. I had to train your father, but I must train
you. I'll suffer through this. I don't know how much I can take,
but I am a lot tougher than I look."

"I'll say."

"You just may hear me cry uncle. I trust you'll respect that, but
if you see me offering myself up for it like I did just a while
ago, you don't need to show mercy, or ask, or hint, just do what
you feel like doing. On the other hand, If I am clearly trying to
avoid more, ease off. You have to learn to read a woman. I
probably won't say uncle, not in words. Never bind and gag a
woman that you can't read like a book. That is very dangerous
because she can't communicate to you that she can't take anymore.
Her heart could fail. She could drown in her own vomit behind a
gag and you'd never know it."

"Dad must be able to read you well, huh?"

"Like a book that I wrote and he memorized. You are a long way
from being where he is."

"I know. Don't worry, Mom. I don't ever want to hurt you. I
do...I want to hurt you real bad...well, you know what I mean."

Shauna smiled, reached out, placed her hand on his cheek and
said, "You don't want to harm me, but you want to make me suffer
excruciating pain, don't you sweetheart?"

He smiled devilishly and said, "Yeah. I want to see you in agony.
I want to make you suffer, cry, and scream bloody murder."

Shauna brought both hands to her tits and squeezed to place the
nipples up and in danger, saying while looking at them, "You
certainly know how to do that. Look at my poor nipples,
Rodney...AHHHHHHH!...AHHHHHHH...."

Yes, he certainly knew how to do that. When Shauna had enough,
she rolled to her belly. Rodney slapped her ass. That was
nothing. He could slap ass all day long. When he could see that
he could slap ass all day long, he stood at the bedside and took
his belt off. That first belt lick got her attention, but you
still can't impress a woman like Shauna with an inch-wide leather
belt...unless you hit her with the buckle. He reddened her from
heels to shoulders before trying that.

Shauna rolled before he could do it again and said, "That was
dumb, Rodney. That will leave a mark that your father will see if
he sees my ass. If he asks me how it got there, I can't lie to
him. Go ahead. Use the buckle on me if you want. Just be prepared
to pay the consequences."

Rodney felt dumb. He dropped the belt and knelt on the bed,
saying, "Roll over and let me see how bad it is."

She rolled. She had a buckle welt impression and a cut made by
the tang, not a bad one, but a drop of blood formed over the
reddest end. Rodney ran his dumb fingers over the welt and said,
"Mom, you better not let Dad see your ass."

"Rodney, rare is the day that your Dad doesn't see my ass. It is
not a matter of letting or not letting. He likes to see my ass.
That's his ass. I just carry it around for him - the pussy and
the tits, too."

"Mom, we gotta do something. Dad'll kill me."

"You already did something, and you're right. You put a mark on
his ass; he will kill you."

"Mom!"

"I'm sorry, Rodney, but god damnit, I warned you. I rolled to my
belly. That was a clear sign that I'd had enough. You then went
on and whipped me with a belt for almost half an hour."

"I didn't know. You let me."

"I gave you enough rope to hang yourself. I knew you wouldn't
stop until you did something stupid."

"Why did you want me to do something stupid? You're supposed to
be teaching me not to do stupid things."

"This will teach you. In the real world, if you did this to
little Sally Suckemsilly, your dumb ass would be in the back of a
police squad car and a picture of Sally's ass would be labeled
Exhibit A. You're going to get off easy with an ass whipping. You
might get away with it, but you'll at least sweat out an ass
whipping. Trust me, Rodney, I am teaching you. I did not enjoy
that whipping. I didn't think you would ever get stupid or tired.
I thought you were going to have me roll over so you could do the
front, too."

"Would you have?"

"Yes."

He gave an incredulous look as he said, "You'd let me whip your
tits?"

"They are up front. You're the one with the belt. You whip what
you aim at."

"Then roll over. I want to do your front."

Shauna rolled while saying, "Boy, you are a glutton for
punishment, aren't you?"

"I won't use the buckle. Besides, if I'm going to get a whipping
for this, I want to make it worth my while. Are you ready?"

Shauna placed her arms behind her head which made good targets of
her tits, his obvious aiming point. She looked from them to him
and said, "I'm ready."

"Spread your legs wide. I want to do your pussy real good, too."

Shauna fanned her legs out until they were at right angles to her
torso, and did it without hesitation, presenting him with a
difficult choice of targets. It was that inviting crotch shot
that finally won out. By the looks of things, that really hurt.
He went after tits, next. Those lashes made her squirm, too. He
hit hard and aimed carefully, assaulting mostly tits and pussy,
but unblemished skin also drew the belt until there was none from
the upper chest to her ankles. She suffered beautifully all
through this whipping which lasted a bit longer than the backside
whipping, with tits and pussy taking half of all strikes.

Shauna had worse whippings in her life, but none that lasted that
long or had as many strikes. She had been reddened all over
before, but never two and three times over. She looked like a
lobster by the time he finally had enough, let the belt go from a
weary arm and plopped down on the bed at her hip to survey all
the damage. 

The pussy took the worst of it and was terribly swollen and angry
red. Even with her legs in the splits, the labia lips were so
swollen that the slit was sealed shut. No way would that pussy
return to normal by bed time, and the tits weren't much better.
Then again, if his dad saw them, he'd see the ass, too. Busted is
busted.

Rodney was very impressed with his mother. She was, indeed,
tough. She suffered. She suffered a great deal and for a long
time and without ever once showing a sign that she wanted mercy.
He gave her none. That was one lesson he took to heart. He also
felt no pity, and she looked pitiful, deserving of pity. She was
still hurting terribly and had a tear-streaked face. He examined
her pussy then looked to her face to say, "Is your pussy sore?"

"Yes, very."

"How about your tits? They must be sore as hell. They look like
they were dipped in boiling water."

"They feel that way."

"Am I good at making a woman suffer?"

"Yes, but I knew you would be."

He looked to her pussy again and said, "I have a great idea for
keeping my sperm inside after I fuck you. I'll just whip your
cunt until it closes up. That'll work, don't you think?"

"Yes, that'll work until your father asks me how my pussy got
that way."

"You're saying that would be dumb."

"If you did it late in the day, yes. If you did that in the
morning and didn't overdo it, by four thirty, everything should
be back to normal."

"How long will this take to get back to normal?"

Shauna struggled up to take a look on stiff arms placed behind
her. She looked over the damage and estimated, "I'd say
twenty-four hours at least. If he doesn't want sex tonight or
doesn't need to vent any frustration, you might get away with
this. We had sex last night and the night before. Two or three
nights a week is his average. Thursdays generally aren't bad days
for him. His bad days are Monday and Tuesday."

"What are my chances of getting away with this?"

"I'd say fifty fifty, but I can up those odds by not looking
sexy, by being in a pissy mood, and turning in early. I can up
them to about ninety ten."

This news brightened his face. He said, "Would you?"

"Hell yes. If you get busted, I get busted. His next question
after who did this would be why did you let him do this. We both
stand to get a good ass whipping for this, and I don't need
another one - not after the one you just gave me. That was one of
the worst whippings of my life - certainly the longest."

"Really! I sure do like whipping you."

"I could tell. Believe me, I could tell."

"I'm going to want to whip you a lot. I think you need lots of
whipping."

"Well, I'll let you be the judge. You decide how much whipping I
need and how often I need it."

"Fuckin' `A'. Man, this is a dream come true. When you said I
could make you suffer excruciating pain and hone my woman torture
skills on you, you really meant it, didn't you?"

"Yes, Rodney, I'll let you hone your woman torture skills on me
if that's how you like to view this. I'll be your torture victim.
Just remember. If you overdo it, we both get busted. After that,
there won't be anymore. And keep this in mind. I can only be
unsexy, pissy, and turn in early so much before he stops buying
it. Fuck up on a Monday, kiss your lily white ass good-bye
because it'll look like my tortured tits."

"Teach me right and we won't get busted. I don't want to learn
things the hard way. Tell me what I need to know. I've got ears,
you know."

"The hard way teaches a lesson that gets learned. Talk is talk -
in one ear, out the other."

"Yeah, but in this school, one `F' and you flunk out of school.
That's not fair. I need a good torture victim for a long time if
I'm going to learn how to do this right."

"I'll be a good torture victim for a long time if we don't get
busted."

"How long - a month."

"As long as it takes."

"Suppose it takes a year?"

"I suppose I'll be your torture victim until someone else takes
my place. I'm thinking three, four, five, six years. However long
it takes."

Wide-eyed, Rodney exclaimed, "Are you shittin' me? You'd let me
torture you for years?"

"I told you, I am tougher than I look. I also told you I feel
responsible for you. I'll suffer at your hands for the rest of my
life, if need be, but there is a very big if...IF we don't get
busted. After your father finds out what we're up to, there's no
telling how he might react. He might put you out in the street;
he might support it. He might meet us half way and lay down his
ground rules. We won't know what he'll do until we get busted. I
think sooner or later we will get busted, but the later we can
put that day off the better."

"I'm with you there. I'm not in a hurry to find out. I think I
know what he'll do. Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back
no mo no mo."

"Personally, I think that is highly unlikely. If anyone should
understand your condition and treatment, he should. Furthermore,
if he were to put you out, you'll have company that won't come
back no mo no mo."

"Are you serious? You'd leave Dad for me?"

"I don't know for sure what I'd do to be honest. I do know that I
love you both equally - sure, not as much as Oglethorpe, but
equally between the two of you." 

That had him smiling on the verge of laughing.  She went on, "I
think if your father reacted that way, my opinion of him would
fall way down at the same time your need for me was greatest.
That would sway me in your favor. There are other factors to
consider, and I don't even want to consider them because my point
is, I think that is a remote possibility. It is, however, a
possibility. I can think of worse."

"Like what?"

"For one, he could take a gun and shoot us both."

"Sorry I asked. I hate being shot."

"I consider that the worst form of torture. I'm sure he'd shoot
me in the clit while I held the hood back."

"That would hurt."

"No worse than a flick, I'm sure, but a bullet is permanent."

Rodney pushed her back to the bed, then climbed over and
straddled her waist. He took both sore breasts in claw-like hands
and squeezed hard causing - you guessed it - excruciating pain.
He waited for her to adjust to that level of pain before saying,
"Mom, we have to keep from getting busted. I want to torture you
without having to follow Dad's rules. I want to do what I want,
when I want. Like now. This hurts really bad, doesn't it?"

Shauna could only nod in the affirmative. He smiled and said, "I
want a good torture victim to practice on. You'll be a real good
victim for me, won't you?" This time, she managed to squeeze out
a groaning yes. He liked that and said, "You're not going to be a
pussy about it, are you?" She shook her head and said no. "You
won't beg for mercy or try to play on my sympathies, will you?"

This time, Shauna said, "No, Rodney, I would never expect any
mercy from you and I know you aren't capable of feeling sympathy.
I won't beg for mercy I won't get or play on sympathies that
aren't there."

"You're right. I don't have any. If I did, I wouldn't be doing
this to you. I know how sore your titties must be, and I know how
bad this must hurt, but I don't care one bit. I like seeing you
suffer. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes. I know you love seeing me in agony. I know I have to suffer
for you in order to be a good torture victim. That's the only way
you'll ever hone your skills and do this right and safely. I must
suffer."

Rodney relaxed his death grip and softeness returned to what had
been a maniacal face. Slowly, he reclined over her body and laid
his head on her shoulder with his face turned toward her. He had
that love-sick puppy look again just when Shauna thought she'd
get another round of exquisite pain. She quickly shifted gears
and became the loving mother stroking her child.

Rodney looked to her eyes and softly said, "I do love you."

"I know, and you know that I love you. I don't think that will
ever change, but it's always good to be reminded, especially in
the midst of all this torture. It's easy to get caught up in the
game and forget, isn't it?"

"Yeah, especially when I'm whipping you. It's like you're
everything I hate."

"When you're whipping me that's what I symbolize. I become that
punching bag. You don't punch a bag, you are punching that stupid
teacher you hate, that kid who keeps picking on you, that girl
who made fun of you, the principal who punished you. I become all
that and you make me suffer for all of them. I feel the hate
being lashed out on my body. I know you don't love me when you
whip me. I don't expect any love - no mercy, no love, only pain,
more blows, more where they will hurt me the most."

"Wow, you really do understand. It's great whipping someone you
hate, knowing you'll lie there and take it no matter where I hit,
how much I hit, or how hard I hit. You make a great punching bag.
A punching bag doesn't feel anything when you hit it, but you do.
I like to see the hurt. I want to see the suffering. You suffer
good, Mom."

"I know, and I know the part of me that offends you the most is
between my legs. When you get a belt in your hand, I know you
hate my cunt."

"I hate your clit. You'd know that if my belt was thinner."

"You can use the clit belt your father uses, but odds are you'd
numb me up real quick."

"I don't want you getting numb on me."

"Then you'll need to get good with a belt like you have and step
down as your aim improves. When you can lay it in the grove
almost every time, you work on applying just the right amount of
force."

"Will you help me get good at whipping your clit?"

"Yes, honey, that's why I'm doing this. The object is to teach
you how to inflict the maximum amount of pain while applying the
least amount of force, which translates to damage. The pussy must
be whipped properly. You must get good at it and you'll need my
help. If you like whipping my pussy, you'll get no complaints out
of me, only good beavers to practice on."
 
"Far fucking out. Mom, you're the greatest."

"There are ways of minimizing the visible damage, too, like
applying tape over the cunt lips so that only the slit can take a
direct hit. That will keep the swelling to a minimum, allow more
practice, and the redness and swelling inside the slit can be
explained by excessive masturbation which he encourages. If he
sees me with a raw, red, swollen slit, he knows I'm horny. All I
have to do is act horny."

"Boy, are you gonna suffer."

"Honey, my real suffering doesn't begin until you get good.
That's when you'll see true agony."

"I can't wait."

"You are just like your father. You want everything your way and
right now."

"Too bad we both have to share one cunt."

"Imagine how Oglethorpe feels."

"Fuck Oglethorpe."

"What, again!"

Rodney collapsed over her laughing hysterically. Shauna ticked
him and made it worse, and then it dawned on her that this boy
had never been tickled. When she saw what joy that brought, she
felt so sad. Had she really given birth to a monster, or had
parental neglect created a monster. Air Underwear comes with a
manual; why not human beings? 

Sobering thought, then she went back to tickling, pinning him,
licking, and sucking on him. Some rapist he turned out to be. He
had the strength of a little girl; he even giggled like a girl.
He had a nice cock, though.


Rodney sweated from the time his father arrived home until he
fell asleep. Even then, he still wasn't sure he was home free.
His mother had gone to bed right after supper, but his father was
still up. He wouldn't be home free until his father went off to
work and didn't forget anything.

While Rodney slept, Buck and Shauna sat on their bed and talked.
She had fallen asleep but awoke to being physically examined. She
figured he would and went to bed in the nude. He saw it all and
had her on her back as he said, "He made a cut."

"Give me a break, Buck. He made a prick. He learned a lesson. He
learned that given enough rope, he'll hang himself. He needed to
learn that."

"It looks like you gave him a shit-load of rope."

"Yes, well, he had a shit-load of repressed venting to do."

"Don't tell me you enjoyed this."

"A lot of it, I did. The whipping was too long and excessive, but
after a while, more doesn't matter. I was right about one thing,
though. I brought out the lover in him. We made love, Buck. He
told me he loved me."

"Damn. How was that, making love with your son?"

"Pretty damn good. I got into it. The neat thing with Rodney is
he swings back and forth. He'll vent like a devil who hates me,
then make love like a lover in-love with me. We went back a forth
like that all day. I just followed his lead. I'll tell you what,
that is one happy kid. I'll tell you something else you'll find
interesting. Early on, while I was sucking his dick, he pissed,
took a full piss in my mouth without warning. He has been
drinking like a fish and using me all day. That must be
hereditary. He could not have possibly seen that or known what he
was seeing if he had."

"I think the idea would turn any guy on, especially when his dick
is in a sucking mouth. His was in a mouth he felt he could do
anything to. Why wouldn't he piss?"

"Buck, I've had a lot of dicks in my sucking mouth. You and
Rodney are the only ones who thought my mouth was a urinal. At
least he's drinking a lot of fluids, now. Christ, this morning he
was rich. You know how I hate that heavy yellow morning piss, and
I couldn't go purge it. I had to smile and make a yummy face."

"Why? Were you bound and threatened?"

"No, we were in lover mode. I was loving up his cock, balls, and
asshole. I think I inspired that oral rinse. I didn't mean to. We
don't communicate very well sometimes. At others, we seem to read
each other's thoughts. It's like I know what he wants to hear or
when he's ready to switch modes."

"How long can you keep this up?"

"At this intensity, not another day. There won't be another day
like this. He knows we went way overboard. He doesn't want to get
busted. Trust me. He's reined in, but my pussy is going to suffer
something fierce. I did a dumb thing."

"What did you do?"

"I told him about lip tape...and I promised him all the beavers
he wanted. I said he could practice all he wanted. He has a thing
about whipping pussy. You know me. I have a pussy that loves the
lash and I have a big mouth when my clit gets excited. I sorta
told him you would never suspect that a raw, red, and swollen
inner twat had been whipped."

"Why, did you also tell him I'm a blind idiot?"

"No, I told him you encouraged excessive masturbation and
whenever you saw my slit like this, you knew I was horny. All I
had to do was act horny and you'd never suspect. Now, I'm stuck
with my slit serving as a whipping trench. That's what we spent
most of the afternoon doing. This is all recent."

Buck opened the slit again and let all the raw, red, swollen guts
spill out. He never saw it look that bad. The tissue suffered
horribly, but he saw no cuts. She was tender. A light touch made
her wince, and that was pain like a head bang on a drawer handle.
He looked to her and said, "Serves you right. You're right, you
have a big mouth and I'm not the least suspicious. You look horny
to me."

"Buck, don't you even think about it. Help me out. I don't want
to inhibit him, but I can't take this day after day. I need to
restrict that activity to the mornings."

"He's in there sweating getting busted. What he needs is a close
call. He doesn't know how you look right now, but he knows damn
well that buckle mark is still there. I'm coming to bed; I see
it; wake you up, and ask. How did that get there, Shauna."

"I sat on Rodney's belt."

"Fine. Now, I'll go see what that runt has to say."

Buck got off the bed. At the door, Shauna said, "Don't frighten
him too much. Start buddying up to him. Tell him you suspect me
of whoring around. Have him watch me like a hawk, never let me
out of his sight, and report anything suspicious. He knows I
cheat and get whippings for it. I admitted that I was a whore."

"You told him you were a whore!"

"He likes to think of me that way. He would not get off on
thinking that you encourage me, or that I do it to please you. My
whoring around really pisses you off."

"It does. I whip your ass for it, don't I?"

"Yes, and he wants to see the master at work, taming his whore.
He'd rather watch you than do it himself. If he knew you were
going to wail my twat. He wouldn't touch it. That would give me
the breaks I need."

"Are we talking a clitter?"

"A clitter with clips. Teach him how to do it. Start getting
involved in your son's education."

"I will now that he's finally learning something that will do him
some good. That's better than letting him fuck-up a perfectly
good pussy."

"Tell me about it. I can't even masturbate. I have all these
fantastic memories and can't touch a thing. This is killing me."

"You have a big mouth. Back shortly."


Rodney awoke with his bedroom light on and his hulking father
looming over the bed wearing only dungarees and THE belt. Rodney
went ashen and wide-eyed as Buck said, "You mother has a mark on
her ass made by your belt buckle, Runt."

Rodney was now white as his angry father went on, "How many times
have I warned you about leaving your shit lying around?"

What? My shit lying around? That was the expression his face made
as his father went on, "That tang could have gone deep in her ass
if she had sat down any harder."

Sat down?...Oh, Mom, god bless you. Oh, you sweet lying bitch. He
said, "I'm sorry, Dad. It'll never happen again."

"See that it don't. Nobody fucks up my woman, not even by
accident. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir."

Softening, Buck took a seat on the bed and said, "Look here, boy.
There's something I need to confide in you. It's about yourmom."

Rodney sat up and leaned against the headboard. "What abouther?"

"Well, I got reason to think she's been whoring around again.
This ain't the first time. I want you to keep an eye on her for
me. Don't let her out of your sight. See what she does, where she
goes, listen in on her calls. Report to me what you see and hear.
If she steps out of line, I'll show you how to get `em back in
line. It's time you know these things. Women are like dogs. You
can train `em not to piss on the carpet, but they'll still go out
and fuck in the street. Your mom ain't no better. She's pretty
and all, and she dresses up nice, but deep down, she's a bitch
that walks on her hind legs. She comes in heat like a bitch, too,
and I can see she's coming in heat again."

"I know what you mean. She sure has been acting funny lately."

"You mean like her pussy itches."

"Yeah, I saw her scratching it and rubbing it, squirming in her
seat and stuff."

"That's what I'm talking about. Watch her. You get something on
her, I'll show you how to get a bitch back in line."

"Are you going to whip her ass?"

"If she pissed on the carpet, I'd whip her ass. If she goes out
and fucks in the street, or even tries to, I'll whip her where
it'll sink in."

"Where?"

"Where do you think?"

"Between her legs."

"Between her damn cunt lips. That gets their attention. I'll
scratch her itch with a thin belt."

"Wow, you're gonna whip her clit?"

"Son, you got a lot to learn. Best way to learn is by doin'.
Suppose I was to tie her up with her legs apart and hand you the
belt. Could you bring yourself to whip your mother's clit?"

"Yeah, no sweat."

"I mean hard, son. Could you make that bitch suffer?"

"Yeah, I'll make her suffer."

"If I hand you a coat hanger, would you whip that clit to a
bloody pulp?"

"I sure would."

"Then you're a fucking idiot. Then again, that ain't your pussy.
You're still an idiot because you'll be whipping my pussy. You
fuck-up my pussy, I'll cut your balls off."

Rodney felt dumb again.

Buck went on, "You got a lot to learn, boy. The first thing you
learn is that when you got you a woman, her pussy belongs to you.
That's your pussy, your most valuable possession. That's like a
prize reel that jams once in a while. You carefully unjam it. You
don't smash it against the side of the boat or let anyone else
smash it. You might hand it to someone who knows reels and
respects your property. You might let him unjam it. Am I gettin
through to you?"

He nodded and said, "Yes sir. I'd like to learn how to unjam a
pussy the right way."

"Pay close attention, then. Tell me something, Rod. Tell me the
truth. You'd like to see her naked, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Would you fuck her? Suppose I said it was okay. Would you?"

"Well, if you said I could."

"I might just do that. I'm gonna think on that. Humiliation also
works on `em. She'd be damned humiliated if I let you fuck her
while she's tied up and can't do a damn thing about it. Might do
her some good. Might do you some good, too. You don't get much
pussy, do you?"

"Not much."

"We might just change that. You prove to me that you got respect
for my property, I may just hand you that reel and let you do
some fishin' with it. How would you like to be lying in this bed
jackin' off when your mother walks in naked as a jay bird and
climbs in bed with you with orders to be a good piece of ass?"

Bright-eyed, Rodney said, "I like that kind of fishing. I have a
good rod. All I need is a good reel."

"You'll never find one finer than the one I got."

"I believe it."

"Are we partners?"

"YES SIR!"

They high-fived and did a bro hand-shake to seal their
partnership. Buck stood and they clanged fists - partners. They
had never been anything but adversaries in the past. Rodney had a
partner, his dad. He had a dad, a cool dad, a really neat dad, a
bad dad. He wanted to go fishing with him. No, not that - fishing
fishing - you know, rod, reel, hook, bait, beer. Fishing.

Buck entered the bedroom. Shauna was sitting up against the head
board. She saw the look on his face and said, "You have a son."

"God damn, Shauna. I have a son. We bonded. We bonded over your
pussy."

"I like the sound of that."

"We're going to work together to keep your whore ass in line."

"This just keeps getting better and better. Tell me more."

"We're going to work together to keep that pussy in good working
order, because we're going to be sharing it."

Shauna threw off the covers and exposed her beaver, saying, "Oh
god, Buck, fuck me!"

"You can't mean that, Shauna."

"I do mean that. Gag me and fuck me."

He gagged her and he fucked her. She had several orgasms while
suffering - you guessed it - excruciating pain.

This story has a happy ending. The lives of these three people,
all from dysfunctional families with a young man destined for a
life of hell and spreading hell, became functional and happy in
an odd way. And all this stemmed from tissue thin underwear.
Who'd have guessed?

                           The End

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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
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