Chapter 22

Fear pressed through her lying tongue. “I loved it when my son came deep in my asshole, my daughter.”

She released a harsh laugh before smiling warmly. “Good, cunt. Now your going to tell your son. Your going to look into his eyes when you tell him.” Strength was starting to return as she took the sticky shaft in her hands and pointed the head at her trembling lips. “I want you to get creative when you look into your son’s eyes and tell him how much you loved getting fucked in the ass. Sound like a good, fucking whore of an incestuous mother, cunt.”

Liz dragged her eyes to J as the tremble reached her voice. “I loved it when my son’s dick opened my asshole and entered virgin territory. I love that you, my son, are the first to fuck my ass. You, my son, fucked my ass the way an incestuous whore of a mother should get fucked.

“I loved it when my son came deep inside my asshole. I love that my son’s cum is buried deep, right where it should be. I’m a good incestuous whore of a mother who just got fucked in my ass by my son, jut the way I’m supposed to get fucked.

“My son’s cum is the first to be deep in my asshole. No one else’s will ever be where yours is, my son. No other dick will ever enter my ass. Only you, my son. I am your incestuous, fucking whore of a mother who deserves to get fucked hard in my ass by her son.”

Liz would’ve continued on had her son’s mouth not stopped her. Monica tasted the bitterness of her mother’s ass as she grinned at the passionate kiss between mother and son. She had taught her how to do it right and knew her brother was enjoying the moment as he tasted her pussy on their mother’s lips and tongue.

It had taken close to a year before her mother was completely broken. During that time, Liz had been allowed clothing for her visit’s to Dr. Carlyle, but no makeup and die. There was no longer even a remnant to remind anyone she used to color her hair. The natural browns and grays could be seen by all.

Liz either never mentioned what she believed to incestuous delusions of her children, or Dr. Carlyle had taken it as nothing more than two hallucinations among many. Her side effects continued thanks to Monica’s nightly overdosing, which had gone unnoticed thanks to J, who had found a pharmacist willing to sell the pills with no questions asked. The medication wasn’t on any watch list by any government agency, which meant there was no chance of being discovered.

It had been determined that her mother couldn’t return to work as long as the hallucinations and memory loss continued. Liz had to live at her daughter’s house with no hope of ever returning home, which meant her house had to be sold. The profits from the sale were used to purchase the house Monica had been renting to an owner more than willing to sell.

With a little financial help from J, Monica left a job she hadn’t returned to since her mother’s arrival. She couldn’t work and watch her mother at the same time; being the dutiful daughter she was, had no choice except to quit her job. Finances were tight, but with no rent to pay was more than manageable.

Monica continued to shave her mother’s cunt every day, just as Liz licked her daughter’s asshole. They both got a private joy out of the arrangement that neither had shared as mother and daughter. It was treated as nothing more than an arrangement not to be spoken of.

She had used her mother’s memory loss to purchase butt plugs, each bigger around than the last, and plenty of anal lube, which her mother never questioned. Liz believed she had purchased the items, because her daughter told her she had. It had been her credit card used and did show up on the statements, which added to the credibility.

After that first visit with J, he had become more adept at playing the role of delusion. Her window was never locked and he had never parked in her driveway. To their mother, he was simply a part of her delusion that wouldn’t end, just as she had become. Between the two of them, Liz had become a great whore of a mother who willingly did as she was asked of her children.

There were a few occasions when J would visit just to be with her. Those were the moments they would make passionate love in silence to keep from alerting Liz to his presence. The simple act of making love with her lover was among the greatest pleasures she had felt.

During that time, Monica had never once fucked her mother’s ass with her large cock. She continued to threaten in order to break her, since there was no greater tool at her disposal. Every butt plug she selected was about opening her a little more in order to make it easier for J, but the remainder of her asshole remained untouched by her. J enjoyed her tight hole more without the fight of entry that had long since passed.