Chapter 8

“Aaron, baby, please, please don’t do this,” Lorraine now begged.

“You could hurt mommy, you could cut her very badly and hurt her. You don’t want to do this do you? We can do other things I promise. But don’t shave mommy. Please? O.k. sweetie, please?”

Aaron now simply stared at his mom for a moment with that repulsive satisfied smirk still on his face. He was giving Lorraine every appearance that he was enjoying his power over her and yet, still she wondered, could it be true? Could she, a strong, faithful Christian wife and mother, have raised a psychotic sadist who would willingly shave his own mom’s pussy in front of 25 cameras at the tender age of fourteen?

“Nope. Sorry. Shavin’ it,” said Aaron not sounding sorry at all. Instead, Lorraine’s son sounded, for all the world, as if he was enjoying her sexual torture.

“Now lie back,” Aaron once again ordered as Lorraine, who had raised her upper body so that it was supported on her elbows, reluctantly lay back down onto the table. She then shut her eyes as she, once again, burst into tears.

“Hey, what are you doing,” Aaron then asked and his question terrified Lorraine so that it actually stopped her tears. Quickly, she then opened her eyes and leaned up to look at him.

“You don’t get to lie back there with your eyes shut. You’re gonna watch every single second of your own son shaving your pussy. So go ahead and prop yourself up on your elbows again and keep your eyes open. Hey, mom, has anyone ever shaved your pussy before?”

“No ... no uh-of kuh-course nuh-not.” Lorraine stammered woodenly as she felt herself going numb.

“Not you?”

“No.”

“Complete sentences mom”

“No, uh-of kuh-course not Uh-air-air-Aaron. No ... no decent and modest woman would ever do that to herself.”

“Not Dad?” Aaron then asked.

“No. No ... your father has never shuh-shaved my p-pussy.”

“So who is going to be the first one to shave your pussy, mom?” Aaron then asked as he pointed at the camera.

“My son” said Lorraine gloomily as she stared into the sea of cameras

“My own fourteen year old son is going to be the first one to ever shave my pussy.”

“Tell me you want me to do it. Beg me to do it. Look at all those cameras around you and pour out your soul about how much you want me to do it.” Aaron now said.

In Lorraine’s mind, she had already spent eternity in her kitchen this afternoon. Yet, in reality, only a few minutes had passed since her son had stopped fingering her engorged and sopping pussy. Yet, even though her fear masked it and her conscious mind denied it, the reality of the situation was that Lorraine was still more aroused than she had ever been before and, in a painful sort of irony, this turned out to be a blessing. For tapping into it was the only thing that now allowed her to say the despicable and perverted words that her son was demanding and to say them in a manner upon which he would also insist. She now had no choice but to comply because Lorraine believed pleasing her son and the rest of these disgusting monsters was the only way to get them to leave. After all, if Mark came home and D’Shawn was still here, then they were all as good as dead and so Lorraine switched her gaze as she forced her conscious mind to go blank. Now was not the time to think, now was instead the time to act, to just do it as the commercial said and to not think about what she was doing or saying while she was doing it because, if she did acknowledge that she was being forced to say the most perverted things imaginable, Lorraine knew that she would immediately freeze up.

“Ooh Aaron,” Lorraine now forced herself to cry out in a false, horny enthusiasm.

“Ooh Aaron buh-baby puh-please shave my pussy. Ooh baby ooh. Oh, god Ah-aha-aaron. I ... I want you too ... so very badly. Please Aaron, please. Please shave my pussy. Oh ... ooh god. Oooh Lorraine Miller wants her own son to shuh-shave-shave-shave his own mother’s pussy so very, very bad.”

Lorraine hoped it would be enough and so, when Aaron simply smiled she allowed herself to relax if only the smallest amount. Aaron, on the other hand, was still trying to believe his eyes. Lorraine’s fourteen year old son couldn’t believe that his mom had humiliated herself so easily. Up until this very moment, he thought he had taken things as far as she would let him and now she would put her foot down and refuse any further compliance. Yet, still he had insisted and, without so much as a protest, his mom had relented. Aaron had been knocked off his feet when Tyrell had told him in the school yard that his mom would participate in this game and Aaron would have never have believed it but Tyrell had piqued his curiosity and simply informed him that this was going to happen so Aaron just went along.

“Just let me show you,” Tyrell had said.

“And if she don’t play, it’s ok. Then we just forget all about it. But I know she will and when you see that she does, boy, your life gonna change and you gonna find out what it’s like to have you be the boss and her having to do everything you tell her rather than the other way around. And once she do start doing everything you tell her, no matter what it is, she ain’t never gonna stop. She gonna do what you say if only because you got things to threaten her and them gonna be things that she spend the rest of her life doing anything to keep from gettin’ out.”

It was an idea that was overwhelmingly fascinating; the thought of his mom, bossy and prude and just spilling over with voluptuous curves, being under his command, and well, if it all went wrong Tyrell said that Aaron could blame it all on him. He could simply say that he had been forced into doing whatever perverted things had happened and Tyrell would take it from there. How the other boy would have handled it was something Aaron couldn’t imagine but he had just so wanted to believe in this hottest of all dreams and, now, sure enough, he was standing between his naked mom’s widely spread legs and he was about to shave her pussy. Aaron wasn’t sure he could even believe this but, if this was some sort of dream, it was the one he had wanted since the day he hit puberty and it was one from which he hoped he would never wake up. In any event, there was no turning back now. He would just have to have faith because Tyrell had been right about everything so far. He had been right when he told Aaron that his mom would weakly argue but, when push came to shove, she wouldn’t be able to stand up to even her own son and then he would have her. And Tyrell had been right that his mom would pretend she didn’t like when he was fingering her pussy but Aaron could plainly see that she wasn’t able to hide it. For, as Aaron had watched, her eyelids had almost immediately started to droop. She had wet her lips as they parted and her breathing had immediately changed into shallow and rapid gasps. But most of all, what had shown Aaron that his mother was getting off was when, after he fingered her for a couple minutes, she had tilted her body slightly so that it was turned more towards his direction. His mom had then spread her legs a little wider as she slowly lifted her knees. In fascination, Aaron had then watched as his own mom pulled them up until they were almost touching her shoulders. Finally, she had leaned a little further back and changed the angle that her pelvis tilted on the table. It was all these actions together that proved to Aaron that his mom loved having her own son’s fingers sliding back and forth in her pussy.