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Subject: Untitled but it has incest, FD and ballbusting in it
Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2006 17:53:49 -0700
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This story begins with pictures of a young woman in her bedroom. She is
sleeping on her quilt. She is wearing a sheer babydoll. The babydoll
has ridden up and she is showing her white panty. She is 18 years old,
blonde, and very pretty.
On the bedroom table are a Bible and a Cross. There is a gospel poster
on the wall.
Her bedroom door opens quietly and a wiry, beautiful male aged twenty
enters the room. He is wearing pyjamas. She wakes up and recognises
him. He kneels beside her bed and whispers to her.
- Becky?
- Carl!
Becky sits up, showing her breasts through the sheer material.
- Becky, I really need your help.
- After midnight?
- Constantly.
- Ooh, whatever can the problem be?
Becky has already guessed what the problem could be.
- Look, you know I haven't got a Girlfriend and I really need sex
desperately.
- Desperately enough to try seducing your Sister?
- Yes.
- I'm afraid I can't do anything of that nature for you because
I'm wearing panties.
- That would be easy to fix.
Becky smiles at him indulgently and kisses him: a long, cool kiss.
- It seems incest is becoming ever more popular, she smirks. You always
were one to get swept away by whatever the current fashion might be.
- Looking at you, I find incest becoming more popular by the second.
- You know, she says, secretly I always fancied you.
- Why didn't you tell me? I've wasted twenty years of my life now.
- I thought you'd disapprove because you're my brother, and
you've had panties-off girlfriends since you were about five. Anyway,
you didn't ask until just now, and I've said yes, haven't I? Take
your shirt off for goodness's sake.
Carl takes off his pyjama top and shows his slim, shapely torso. Becky
puts her arm around Carl's shoulders, tilts her head and kisses him.
He tongues her. He strokes, presses and lifts her breasts through her
babydoll.
- You're a sexy girl, says Carl.
- My boyfriend thinks the same way. You're not bad yourself.
- What will he think?
- If I tell him, he will ask if he can join in.
Becky lifts her babydoll, showing bare breasts. Carl suckles on them
hard.
- Ow! gasps Becky. Be careful!
- Sorry.
She feels his pyjama crotch and finds his penis. We can see the shape
of it as she holds it through the material.
- You _are_ desperate, aren't you? You'll spray your pants in a
moment.
- Please, I can't wait much longer.
- Carl, you know I'm not on the pill. I don't even let my boyfriend
insert. And there's a six-month rule.
- I'll be good. I'll pull out.
- Ooh no! Pulling out is definitely not safe sex, I'm afraid,
darling. Six-month rule! My panties will stay on throughout the night.
Don't you even dare to touch them. I'll gladly give you a hand job
but nothing more.
The camera takes a long look at Becky's panties. They are sheer with
a double gusset. They cling to her body showing a deep camel-toe
surmounted by a cleanly shaven pubic area. Carl, teased beyond
endurance, takes hold of the sides of the panty and pulls it down. She
stops him just before her labia are uncovered.
- Becky, I really need you.
- In six months if we're still seeing one another.
- Months? I need to be inside you right now.
- No, Carl. Becky speaks firmly. I mean it. No! You don't need me,
you just desire me. Don't get me wrong, I like being desired,
especially by a gorgeous boy like you. But it's against the rules! I
could never ever have intercourse on a first date. The rule is six
months. That's the word of the Lord: I can't stretch a point on
this one. Suppose you make me pregnant?
- Do you really think God worries about how long you wait after a first
date?
- Yes! Absolutely, he does. He says: No waiting, no mating.
A struggle develops as Becky holds Carl off. Carl holds Becky's arms
and holds her down.
In another bedroom Carl's and Becky's Mother is awakened by the
sounds of struggle. Mother gets out of bed. She is in her 40s,
voluptuous, pretty, and wearing a thigh length nightdress with a deeply
slit neckline. Beneath the nightdress she is wearing a long line bra
and a modest granny-panty.
She enters Becky's room, interrupting the argument. Carl appears to
be trying to rape Becky. He has not penetrated her.
- What's this? she asks. Mother speaks in a precise and very sensual
voice. She is not angry.
- Mother! Carl is surprised.
- Nothing to worry about, Mother, Becky reassures her. We were saying
goodnight.
Mother sees the obvious.
- Carl! Please go to my room, close the door and wait for me. Becky,
fetch the cane.
- What on earth...? gasps Becky.
- I last used it when you were small children, Becky, but I can see
that you still need it. Thank God I still have it. Go on, you know
where it is.
The camera follows Becky as she walks to a linen cupboard. In the
cupboard is a set of school canes. Becky takes a narrow, but pliable,
headmaster's cane. She takes the cane back to her bedroom. Mother is
waiting, and she takes the cane from her.
- Becky, I am going to give you six strokes of the cane on your bottom,
and after that you will go back to bed and we will never speak about
this again. Agreed?
- Agreed, nodded Becky.
- Good. Take your pants off and bend over the end of the bed.
Becky takes off her pants and bends over the end of the bed. Mother
looks at the cane, flexes it and swishes it a couple of times. Then
Mother takes off her nightdress and stands revealed in a half cup 38D
long line bra and a panty. The panty is tight at the front showing that
she is wearing a sanitary pad. The camera dwells on the outline of the
pad for a moment.
- Keep still now.
Mother gives Becky six strokes of the cane, slowly and _very_ hard.
Becky suffers the first couple of strokes with a gasp and a low moan,
but the last strokes are excruciating. Becky cries out to Mother to
stop. She promises to keep Carl out of her bedroom but Mother is
relentless. Becky's bottom is red, bruised and very sore by the time
Mother finishes. Becky climbs into her bed, sobbing. She lies face up
with her still uncovered panty area to the camera. She winces and turns
over, showing her bottom.
Mother picks up her nightdress and returns to her own room, where Carl
is waiting. She is carrying the cane but her voice is calming and
gentle.
Mother puts down the nightdress and the cane and applies perfume to her
neck, forearms and breasts.
- Carl, sit down on the bed, she invites.
They look at each other for a moment. Carl looks at his Mother's
breasts as they sway and settle in the long line half bra. The camera
lingers on her bra area.
- Shalimar, she says. It's beautiful, isn't it.
- Yes.
- I'm trying to decide whether to use this (she indicates the cane)
or not.
There is a pause.
- Were you so desperate?
Carl says nothing.
- Carl, am I so unattractive? she asks, saddened by jealousy and
possessiveness.
She runs her hands over her bra, its straps, its bustier and its cups,
lifting her breasts and pressing them together in a deep cleavage.
- Jesus, Carl, look at me. Carl, do you not _desire_ my body? Am I not
good enough for you? This is a 38D bra, Carl, filled by nature.
There's no silicone in here. Becky, besides being a child, is hardly
a 34B. How could you _do_ that?
Carl is overcome and does not know what to say.
- Carl, I am your _Mother_. God gave you to me to take care of. Did you
think I would refuse you a night of passion? Why did you have to go to
your Sister? She's a virgin! She's not even on the pill.
- I thought you'd be angry. I hate it when you're angry.
- Oh, darling.
Mother puts her arms around Carl, then lays hold of Carl's penis. He
shows the pleasure of her light grip and she rubs it gently.
- This has been waiting for a while, she says.
- Mother, will you take your pants off for me?
- God knows I would love to, but it's the six-month rule. I'm
sorry. In any case, this is thr wrong week of the month.
- Becky might get pregnant and it's the wrong week for you! I need
sex so much, Mother... please take your panties off!
- There's a way around the six month rule, says Mother, parting her
legs so that Carl can see her panty gusset.
- A way around it? Tell mw, I'm interested.
Mother reaches a Fleshlight from the drawer of a bedside cabinet.
- Use this, says Mother.
She puts oil on its lips and guides Carl's penis into it. Sliding it
to and fro, she teases Carl by pulling it away, and then allows him to
climax. As she teases and satisfies him, she kisses his lips and he
holds her close and lovingly.
- Feel better now?
- A bit better but I'll need more later on.
- You shall have it, but now you're feeling better you have to be
punished for what you did to Becky.
- I didn't do anything to her.
- Please don't lie.
Again, there is no anger in Mother's beautiful voice.
- You were trying to rape her. If I hadn't been there, she'd be a
rape victim and pregnant by now. I love you but I won't allow that.
- Are you going to cane me? I heard Rachel getting it.
- Yes. But first I am going to dress for the part.
Mother gets out of bed and picks her B&D clothing from her wardrobe:
leather shorts, spiky collar, long high heeled boots and leather elbow
gloves. She wears a tool-belt which carries a pair of steel handcuffs,
a leather apparatus that looks like a short, wide strap and a rubber
bulb: a butterfly gag. The belt also carries a black pouch the size of
a mobile phone. She picks up a school strap, growls and cracks it
savagely against her boot.
- You didn't know I was into B and D, did you?
- Yes, Mother. I saw your things in your wardrobe.
- Call me Mistress.
- Yes, Mistress.
- Now get up, pig.
- You speak the language, too.
Carl stands up.
- We begin with a punishment for going to Becky instead of me. Hold
your hand out. I shall give you three strokes of the strap.
Carl holds his hand out, palm upward. Mistress holds his wrist to
steady his hand, and pulls the fingers back slightly to keep them out
of harm's way. Then she unleashes the strap with all her strength.
WHAP!!
- I am a jealous Mistress, she says.
Carl yelps and tries to pull his hand away, but Mother's grip on his
wrist is too strong for him.
- Stand still, pig. She is animated but not angry.
WHAP!!
Carl yelps again.
WHAP!!
Mother lets go of her son's hand. He is crying. He puts his hand
under his armpit to try to soothe the ache.
- Now this is for what you put little Becky through. Take your pyjamas
off, put your hands at your sides and stand with your feet apart.
Now Carl is naked except for a tiny pair of sheer thong briefs. From
behind him, Mother grabs his wrists and handcuffs them behind his back.
Then she wraps the butterfly gag around his face. The gag straps around
his head tightly, pressing an inflatable rubber ball into his mouth.
Mistress pumps a bulb at the front of the gag. Carl feels the bulb
enlarging inside his mouth until he can no longer speak. Once he is
silenced, Mother's boot begins to punish him.
- You bastard, Carl. You absolute bastard.
WHAM!!
Mother's high heeled boot flies into Carl's testicles with the
power of an express train. He drops to the floor, doubled up in pain.
Mother aims at the twin targets again.
WHAM!!
As Carl lies on the floor, giving muffled cries of pain, Mistress's
boot connects with his testicles again, slamming into them and scoring
a perfect goal on both balls.
WHAM!!
Carl whimpers and starts to cry. Mistress pumps the bulb enough to stop
him making any sound.
- Kneel before Me, pig. Put your knees well apart.
Carl kneels before his Mother and Mistress.
- Remember, Carl. I am a strong woman equipped with boots, cuffs and a
gag, while you are a weak boy with very tender balls. Let me show you
how tender your balls are.
Mother takes a metal instrument from the pouch on her belt. It is about
the size of a mobile phone. A red light shines on the top of it, and
there are a couple of buttons. Carl is lying on the floor trying to
moan through the gag. Mother and Mistress holds the instrument against
his testicles.
- You are going to get a kiss from my lovely friend Sparky. Sparky has
four settings, Low, Medium, High and Severe. This is a Medium kiss.
ZAP!!
Carl jerks as Sparky sends a sudden jolt through his testicles. The
current feels like a burn from a welding torch. Mistress holds Sparky
against the testicles again. Sparky's red light goes out and comes on
again. Carl urinates onto the carpet, uncontrollably.
- The light means that Sparky is ready to give you another kiss, pig.
ZAP!!
Carl jerks again and tears start to pour down his cheeks. The red light
goes out and comes on again. Mistress speaks quietly, with no anger and
no tone of threat.
Mistress checks the butterfly gag and pumps it firmly. The ball swells
again, forcing Carl's mouth wide and sealing his lips against the
leather. Then, with a quiet click, Mistress adjusts Sparky. The red
light glows more brightly. Mistress holds Sparky about an inch away
from Carl's bare, vulnerable, delicate, sore testicles.
- Sparky is really keen to kiss you again, pig. If she does, I'm
afraid this kiss will sting a bit more than the last one. What Sparky
is worried about is this: are you ever going to attempt intercourse
with your Sister again?
Carl cannot form any words because the gag has now completely blocked
his mouth. He shakes his head, meaning No. Mistress is still menacing
Carl's testicles with Sparky.
- Sparky is a bit less worried now, although she is still keen to kiss
you. If I ever catch you with Becky, you will spend a night with Sparky
and she will burn your balls on a barbecue. You will be too sore ever
to wear a pair of tight knickers again, let alone get inside a woman.
Do you understand, pig?
She holds Sparky against Carl's penis.
ZAP!!
Carl lies on the floor moaning through the gag, and Mother uses her
black, shiny, high heeled boot again.
WHAM!!
- I asked whether you understand me, pig. The beautiful Sparky wants to
know, too.
Carl nods his head. Mistress puts Sparky back into the pouch on her
belt.
- Back to bed now, darling.
Tenderly and with obvious love, Mistress lets the air out of the
butterfly gag, releases the handcuffs and replaces both restraints on
her belt. Carl gets into bed where Mother joins him, still in her B&D
outfit. She has tissues and she wipes his eyes.
- Did it hurt?
- Yes, Mistress. But the pain isn't the worst thing. I hurt inside,
too, because I know I hurt your feelings.
- Rubbish. The pain in your testicles is the only one that matters.
- You're right, Mistress. I'm a hypocrite.
- Call me Mother now. What do you think of Sparky?
- I'll do anything she asks me.
- That's as well. Sparky is a determined woman.
- I didn't know she existed.
- But she is unforgettable once you get to know what she's really
like.
Mother feels Carl's testicles and penis. The penis stiffens.
- I think you need the Fleshlight again, she smiles.
- Yes, please.
- Shall I strip?
- No, I love these clothes. Keep them on.
- I knew you'd say that. These clothes are beautiful, aren't they?
- May I get into you?
- No! Six month rule, and it's the wrong week of the month, really.
Maybe you'll get inside in six months if you're still interested.
Mother applies the Fleshlight again, more slowly and with more teasing.
Carl orgasms.
- Mother?
- Darling?
- Will you be upset if I marry one day?
- Not if she's a worthy rival.
- How will I know whether she is a worthy rival?
- She must be prettier than me, and have bigger breasts, and live by
the six-months rule.
- Would you still sleep with me?
- Of course. I'm your Mother. I will always be here for you. Once the
six months are up, you can ask me to sleep with you any time, whatever
your girlfriends or Wives or Concubines might think about it. I'll
come to you if you need me to.
- Wearing what?
- Which would you prefer? Jeans and tee shirt, ballet clothes, bikini,
harem dress, burqa, plastic bandeau and shorts, school uniform,
cheerleader, Brownie, basque and stockings, bridal gown or micro dress?
I'll happily walk naked to your door, if you want.
- I'd love to make love to you in a burqa. That would be really out
of the ordinary
- All right. You're not the only boy with a fetish for burqas.
- They're erotic in their own way, mysterious and tantalising. They
mark you as a subservient, subject to rigorous household discipline,
and all the time you might be nude underneath. They cling to your body,
showing how desirable you are but hiding your face and feelings with a
silk mask.
They paused. Carl noticed that his testicles were still burning.
- Where did you get all the clothing?
- I used to sell my body.
- You're winding me up!
- It's true. I did home visits for an escort agency in the City.
Getting fucked three or four times a day isn't altogether a bad way
to make a living.
- Are you saying...
- Hey, chill out. I've been blood tested. And I know what boys really
want better than their Wives do.
Carl looked at his Mother thoughtfully for a moment and asked,
- Do you think that God wants you and me to be together?
- He's never complained to me about caring for you, cooking for you,
shopping for you, cleaning up after you, washing your clothes or
reading you bedtime stories. Why should he suddenly object if I wank
you off?
- I just thought maybe he disapproves of incest.
- God would disapprove if I left you frustrated, with no Girlfriend,
and just left you to suffer, just as if I didn't feed you and I let
you go hungry. Anyway, we haven't had full intercourse yet.
- But we will, won't we?
- Don't rush. A lot can happen in six months. You might meet a
Playboy centrefold, emigrate to Pakistan to open a burqa and whip
fetish shop and forget about me altogether. I'm learning as I go
along, too.
They doze in one another's arms. Sleepily, Mother pours oil onto her
hands and cups and caresses Carl's crushed, scalded testicles. Carl,
without a Girlfriend for so long, responds with an erection.
In her own room, Becky is weeping quietly and rubbing her stinging
bottom.
In the double bed, Mother milks Carl to climax again.
In her single bed, Becky quietly reaches for her dildo and her oil.