Chapter 5

Stunned that her almost sixteen year old boy could have suddenly become so mean, Lois sat a moment in the tub while the shower washed Chris’ spittle from her face. She wanted to stay away from him, but dared not dally in the shower collecting herself long. Chris told her to hurry up and meet him in his room for a spanking.

Peter wouldn’t be home for a few hours - no chance to put it off till then - and though Peter might have given Chris permission to shock his mother with the collar he couldn’t have had anything like what just happened in mind.

Chris spanking her would be beyond the pale.

It wasn’t as if she could hope her husband would walk in and rescue her from her son. That would be a disaster. Lois might not be allowed to keep wearing the collar at all then. For now Lois had to go in there and let her son spank his mother’s bottom if that’s what he wanted.

Then whatever else happened with Chris, she would have to try her best to make sure he got away with it. She could only hope he had some discression and some sense of propriety and morality left. She recalled Chris struggling with the ethics of incest aloud at her while projecting the blame.

That poor confused boy ... The conclusion that much of this really was Lois’ own fault began to crystalize. It wasn’t that she raised a bad boy per-se, only that she’d damaged him, warped him. He must be feeling such shame for lusting after his own mother, no wonder he was desperate for someone to blame.

If he’d been an adult, maybe the scale of blame would tip his own way, nobody made him watch the porn, nobody made him jack off to it. He could have pictured anyone else more appropriate than his mother in order to cum.

But he hadn’t, and now he must hate himself for it. Worse, he’d allowed himself to blame another for his own moral failing. It must taste like poison for him to swallow that habit, which he must see for what it is, but maybe not as foul as internalizing the incestuous desire itself. For Chris, maybe the poison of blaming his mother entirely soothed an injury Lois inflicted on her son by her own behavior.

Lois would allow Chris to blame her on this one point, and hope blaming others didn’t become a personality trait.

He was only fifteen, this had been just too much for him to handle. This collar-business must have been the final straw that sent her boy right over the edge.

Chris now a bundle of contradictions, Lois sensed the righteous indignation dripping from him, mixed with horniness and guilt for watching his mother’s porn debut - and obsessing with it. Chris didn’t set out to be this way, but Lois’ oldest son was now an unstable powderkeg of hormones and emotions she’d made that way.

Stepping out of the shower, Lois quickly dried herself off, getting dressedand quickly drying her hair. Hopefully Chris’ patience would last that long. She delayed the inevitable though. Chris didn’t tell her to dry her hair, usually Lois would have let it air dry, though maybe a blow dry would become her new routine now that she wore a collar. It allowed her to dry between her skin and the metal avoiding chafing.

Stalling further, she wiped the drips from the floor with her towel, putting everything into the hamper. Sometimes she’d leave her towel on the floor after a shower, but not this time. Dreading what she had to do next, she was out of excuses.

“Chris,” she said outside his door.

“Chris,” she repeated knocking softly.

“Yeah Mom, what do ya want?” Chris answered.

“I’m here,” she answered.

Now that she announced herself Lois felt strange speaking through the closed door. She would just walk in now, but when she turned the door handle, she found his door locked.

“Chris, do you want me to go?” maybe he’d thought better of spanking his mother.

“No Mom, I told you to come. I asked what you wanted.”

“I want to leave.” she said.

“First of all, that’s not what I meant, second of all you’re lying.

“Why are you here Mom?” asked Chris louder.

“For my spanking,” answered Lois.

“That’s right. Kneel right there outside the door Mom.”

Lois saw light flicker through the peep-hole. He was watching her. Humoring him, she knelt on the floor where he could probably see.

“Open your mouth Mom.”

“What? Why?”

“Learn to do as you’re told. Just kneel there, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue if you want me to let you in.”

Lois didn’t want to be let in. But then again she had to get this over with. She complied.

“Lean back. Sit on your heels so I can see your face. Put your hands on your legs.”

The door opened as she assumed the requested position. The flash from Chris’s phone-camera blinded Lois.

“This is how you have to knock if you want me to let you into my room from now on. You aren’t allowed in my room without me there. Come inside Mom.

“No Mom, stay on your knees. You can crawl. You aren’t allowed to stand up in my room anymore.”

“Ok Chris, you’re master of your domain,” said Lois.

“Crawl over to my bed,” ordered Chris.

Feeling Chris’s eyes behind her Lois crawled to her son’s bedside, Chris sitting down as she arrived.

“Now get on my lap Mom it’s time to spank you for threatening me with Dad.”

“Yes Chris,” she replied, her soft breasts brushed across Chris’ legs as she assumed her place.

Chris’ warm hand found its way to the fabric stretched taught across Lois’ fanny. He took his time rubbing it all over his mother’s cheeks. There was nothing but tan cloth between her son’s hand and Lois’ skin the wearing of panties beign the exception rather than the rule since this all started in case she had to go out of the house.

“Chris -”

“Looking forward to being spanked Mom?”

“Chris, that’s my breast!” said Lois as his other hand grabbed it.

“Stay put Mom. I know it’s your tiddy,” he said squeezing a bit.

“Why is it that you bottle so much milk for Stewie? Do these things just gush milk?”

“I just want to keep the flow up is all,” said Lois.

“What do you do with the milk Stewie doesn’t want?”

“I have blue bottles and red ones. Stewie gets the freshest ones. I empty the ones from the day before to fill them again.

“What do you do with the extra milk Stewie doesn’t drink?”

“Why?”

“Just curious. Answer me.”

“I pour it out, or sometimes I put a little in my coffee.”

“Ever drink any?”

“Yes. I mean it just tastes like milk. If I’m thirsty and there’s no-one looking I’ve been known to quickly down a bottle of yesterday’s production.”

“I’d like to watch you drink it. Don’t throw any more away. Pour it all in a glass and drink it when I’m there to watch. Also I want to watch you milk yourself. Have you done it today?”

Chris’ left hand tried unsuccessfully to squeeze milk from Lois’ left tit into her bra while his right hand continued stroking gently over his mother’s warm backside.

“Yes, this morning,” Lois replied, I do it in the morning and shortly before bed now. Stewie’s closing in on two, and I already stopped breastfeeding you and Meg before you were his age.

“You do it then because nobody is home - for privacy, and at night because everyone else is doing their own thing. I get it. Keep doing it. I want you to log every bit of milk you make and when. Farmer Chris is taking charge of your production now cow. We’re going to maximize it. We learned on a field trip a few grades ago that cows get milked two or three times a day because that maximizes output for the effort while being best for the cow. Your output will be maximized because I want to see what you can do.

“Think of it as an agricultural science experiment. It’s going to be a lot of work, but it’ll be worth the effort since most of that effort will be your effort.

“As a baseline, how much milk do you make a day?”

“About a pint.” she replied.

“So that’s 8oz per milking, that doesn’t seem like much, is that a lot? I’m surprised Stewie doesn’t drink a pint of milk a day.”

It was a pint on average, but Lois lied about how often she milked herself. She told the truth about today, but normally she milked twice that often or more if she could. If it weren’t so crazy lately Lois would find her way to the ‘barn’ much more often. At this rate she wouldn’t be able to keep it up. It was hard to find private time for this which made her sad because it meant it would end sooner.

“Stewie’s getting older. He likes juice and water and eats some solid foods. I try to get milk into him if I can, but it’s good for him to be eating other things at his age.

To Lois’ chagrin, Stewie seemed to prefer other things. Milk for Stewie was the only excuse she had to keep catering to her milking fetish.

“Do you think you could make more milk if you milked yourself harder?” asked Chris? I could go look on the internet, but I figure you know more about milking than I do at this point even though I’m still the farmer.

“It’s not about harder Chris, it’s about more often. When a baby drinks it makes hormones so the breast makes more milk.

“Does milking harder do anything?” asked Chris, continuing to firmly knead her tender left breast.

“Well it might squeeze out an extra few drops, but milk gets made and stored before milking so it mostly just hurts,” she said, thinking ‘So good!’

“For the forseeable future, I want you to milk as often as possible, and we’ll chart your production. I want to see how high it can go. I realize you have responsibilities, and a life, but if you’re not doing anything else or you better have your tits out being milked or you’re in trouble. That’s the rule. If you can reasonably do it with the milking machine attached, your tits better be out or you’re in trouble.”

“What do you mean like watching TV?” asked Lois, “That’s ridiculous I can’t have my tits out in the living room with the family!”

“Sure you can. If the milking machine is attached there’s nothing stopping you. Dad’s seen your tits before, Meg’s a girl so she won’t be scared off. You wear a shock collar around the house so everyone already knows you’re a perverted slut, and this is my idea anyway so I won’t complain.

“But privacy is out of the question. You milk with both tits completely out now and you do it in a room with an open door and other people if practical. No hiding somewhere to do it alone. Your butt better not hit a seat cushion if your tits aren’t exposed for milking.”

“I can’t have my tits out in front of everyone Chris!”

“You can and you will. Milking is a woman’s get out of jail free card when it comes to freeing up the tiddies. Make it work - or else.”

“But how will I explain that I don’t go into the bedroom or something?”

“I don’t care. Make something up. Say the truth that you’re trying to up your milk production. Say you can’t be off in some room milking all the time by yourself, or say you just want to show off your titties to the whole family because you’re an incestuous milk-slut.”

“Sheesh I don’t know Chris, this is a bit much,” said Lois.

“Don’t worry, have faith Ma. How where were we? Ah yes, the spanking. Your pants are so tight when you’re bent over like this,” he said moving his large palm slowly across the fabric.

Chris’ left hand moved from her breast to Lois’ back holding her there.

“My hand would make a loud smack on this ass of yours Mom, if I were to spank you there.”

Chris’ hand moved down to his mother’s inner thigh.

“Or here,” he added.

Abruptly the boy’s palm was on his mother’s pussy, pressing against her crotch.

“Or here. I bet it would hurt if I spanked you here,” he said rubbing her zipped pants.

“Please Chris, don’t touch me there!”

“Are you on the pill Mom?”

“Chris No! We can’t, I’m your mother!”

“Dad won’t find out unless someone tells him. And fuck him really for letting your stupid collar fetish come out. He should have put his foot down.”

“You’re my son! Do you want incest babies with six heads?”

“I know you’re on the pill Mom, I’ve seen prescription in the medicine cabinet. I don’t want incest babies with six heads. I don’t want incest babies at all. Do you believe me? Maybe I’m lying. Maybe I’m teasing. I don’t think you want incest babies with six heads either. But I do think you want incest babies.”

“No I do not!” said Lois, her voice lowering an octave, “I really do not!”

“Liar.”

“I am not lying Chris. I can’t get pregnant by you. It’s evil.”

“Odds are nothing would happen. At least nothing visible if you had an incest baby. Plus you’re on the pill anyway. Evil or not, you want it anyway in your heart of hearts.”

“I don’t Chris. This has gone far enough!”

Lois began to struggle, but Chris easily held her down.

“Let me go Chris!”

“No Mom, you’re staying right here and getting spanked.”

“Spanking! Ha! This is molestation!”

“That too. What I want Mom, is just for you to admit that you want to get pregnant by me and that nothing would please you more than to have my baby. I don’t care if it’s true or not.

“I just want you to say that, always, and never hint that anything else is the case. You need to let me worry about ‘evil’ or not. I happen to agree it is evil and degenerate for you to feel this way, but those feelings are just one more reason I have no respect for you.”

“I don’t feel that way! If I have to let my son impregnate me I will cut off this collar!”

And go to jail for manslaughter she remembered. The jig was up. She’d failed.

“Soon you’ll beg me to impregnate you and you’ll mean it.”

“No I won’t Chris. I think we’re done here.”

Chris held tighter.

“I don’t want to impregnate you though because I’m not so degenerate as you.I never will be. I am just telling you to trust in me. When you do trust me enough and we fuck, you still won’t trust me completely. You’ll feel moral shame, and rightly so, for risking a disaster. You won’t really know if the risk is high or none - because only I will know that.

“You will think that if I am going so far as to fuck you, I could easily be untrustworthy, but you’ll still trust me hoping not knowing that I’m not ignorant, deranged, deluded, evil or selfish enough to make a baby with my own mother knowing that baby might not be healthy but you are.

“Mom, I’m not ignorant, deranged, deluded, evil or selfish.”

“You could have fooled me, we’re never going to fuck Chris.”

Still rubbing his mother’s crotch through her pants, Chris continued, “We will and soon and often. I am going to be the keeper of your birth control minipills. You will come to me each day for your pill and I will put it into your mouth, maybe wrapped in a treat like for Brian or place it way back in your throat. You’ll swallow it in front of me. I will need to witness this because later on I* won’t trust you not to miss doses on purpose when you finally want me to impregnate you. You’re going to ache* for it.

“But you, Mother, won’t necessessarily know what you’re swallowing. At first this will scare you, but soon it will become a source of hope, and someday, who knows, if you’re lucky, maybe a blessing of joy.

“You sent me to the pharmacy for antibiotics before. You will give me your birth control prescription to fill. You won’t even know what it is you’re taking or if you’re taking anything at all. That decision is mine now. But you will always be given some mystery treat each day even if it’s just a candy.

“It’s really a gift I’m giving you to allow you to abandon your moral agency in exchange for giving up respect for yourself or from me so you can be your son’s wantonly slutty sextoy mother. Just think of the socks you won’t have to clean.”

“I’m not agreeing to this. I’m not going to be your sock Chris.”

“How about this deal Mom, you won’t have to worry about getting pregnant the first time. We can do it in another hole.”

Chris moved his hand with his index finger and thumb making a crescent along the crack of his mother’s ass. Stopping when his thumb sensed the plug.

“Ho ho! What a surprise!”

‘She’s still wearing it’, he thought.

“What’s this?” asked Chris, pushing the plug in deep with his thumb.

“Ooh!” moaned Lois.

“I bet I know what this is,” said Chris, now reaching around his mother’s waist to unbutton her tan pants.

“Chris, stop!”

Her pants were down almost to her knees in an instant ripped down forcefully by the waist, possibly damaging the zipper.

Chris forced himself not to take a bite of her white globes. Sure enough, there it was:

“My Mom is an ‘Anal Slut’,” said Chris, “figures.” she was still wearing the plug he’s seen blink under her bathrobe, Chris couldn’t be more pleased.

‘Quest for Fur’ had ‘1000% Anal’ stamped on the box, produced back when not every porn star did anal, especially the more well known porn stars that made the most money who started out in the fancier magazines or did crossovers into B movies or reality TV. If Lois had continued her career, her debut put her on track to be a rare ‘Anal Queen’.

“How about I put it in your ass this first time Mom?”

“No Chris you’re not fucking me in the ass!”

“Today, Mom, I’m not fucking you in the ass today - unless you want me to - I’m totally down for it.”

“No!”

“Then it’s your mouth. You’re not leaving this room without my penis going in one of your holes. You wanna give me a blowie? Or if you’re on the pill the vag? What’ll it be? Your choice this time.”

“None of the above Chris, I’m leaving and if you keep me here it’s rape.”

“Sure thing Mom. You can go anytime. But if you do I will shock the hell out of you until you go directly to the basement and cut that stupid collar of yours off. This remote isn’t yours it’s Dad’s and he said I could use it. It’s not my problem if you’ve paired that collar to it and I feel like mashing the buttons. Dad told me you two have a safe word. What is it again?”

“Rumpleforeskin,” admitted Lois.

“It’s our safeword too. If you don’t say it then I’m not doing anything you don’t consent to. If you do say it I’m going to fry you until you take it back or cut off that collar.

Chris took a deep breath, holding his mother’s head now by her collar. He had to remember not to use the remote because his fingers were under there with the shocking pads. This choked Lois quite a bit making her gag and gasp.

“I’m going to spank you now. I have a number of spankings in my mind, or I don’t. I won’t generally tell you what that number is. I’m going to spank you at least that number of times, or until I feel you’ve had enough. I want you to count them out. If I ask you to count, you better do it or they won’t count. Got it?”

“Yes Chris.”

“Ok.”

Chris gave his mother a soft slap on her ass, barely hard enough to just strike the ‘Anal Slut’ plug with one of his fingers.

“One.” gasped Lois.

“And we’re done, good job Mom, you took it like a champ.”

“That’s it?” asked Lois standing up.

Chris shocked her severely.

“Get the fuck down on your knees Mom, don’t you fucking dare stand up in here!” yelled Chris.

“And who told you to pull up your pants? I saw you start to. I want to watch you crawl around here with your bum out for a while, did you think of that?”

“No, sorry Chris,” said Lois.

Chris spread his legs, holding the remote threateningly.

“Come here and give me a blowjob Mom, unless you’ve changed your mind and want it in the ass or the puss. Do you want that?”

“No Chris, I’ll blow you.”

“Good Girl. Now get to it.”

With her pants down, Lois minced her knees over to her son’s bedside, giving him a brief glance before unbuttoning his jeans. Did a boa constrictor escape from the zoo?

Quickly pulling off his bottoms Chris solved Lois’ apparent problem accessing her objective.

“Tits out Mom,” ordered Chris.

Lois unbuttoned her blouse, pulling her bra off her swollen breasts which still pushed them upwards. Before she could remove her shirt or finish removing the bra, Chris said, “Suck it Mom.”

She had to scoot closer to be tall enough to get her mouth over the tip of the erect girthy rod God saw fit to bless her son with. Looking Chris in the eyes, Lois glanced down the shaft to her boy’s pubes, so far away, a seemingly impossible goal.