Chapter 7

That was my low point. My spirit was crushed. I would have fucked dogs and homeless people if my son had told me to. That night, I woke up Garrick and cried in his arms until sunrise. He took the day off. I didn’t answer his questions until mid-day.

“I’m not going to tell you what happened, Garrick.” That was my answer. “It happened. It was my fault, and only my fault. I can’t make up for it. All I can hope is that time will help my mother to forgive me.”

“Where did it happen?”

“In the house, somewhere.” I told my husband.

“Where was Andrew?”

“In the hall bathroom.”

“Did anything get broken?”

I glared at him.

“Yes. Okay.” He backed away, releasing me. “You and your mother are unlike any other family I’ve ever encountered. I won’t ask again. You know I will do anything to help.”

“I know. You’re already helping.” I sighed, already missing his arms around me. “I’m afraid helping me will only hurt you, at least for a while.”

“How do you mean?”

“I doubt I’ll feel like sex.”

“Oh. That sucks.”

“I’m sorry. If you hire a hooker, or I discover you in bed with a sex doll, I’ll lend you my credit card or change her batteries.”

“You’re not funny.”

“No.” I was miserable, sitting on my bed, beside my loving, wonderful husband, unable to touch him, unable to tell him, unable to shit. Andrew had reinserted the damn plug into my ass, after I’d crapped hours earlier.

I wanted to die.

Days passed slowly. Weeks passed. I worked. I sat in front of the TV. Andrew and his father took turns cooking. I ate. I obeyed my son. He didn’t want sex. He must have known, he wouldn’t get it, but he made sure I wouldn’t forget he was in charge of that part of my life. I got use to the mass of silicone clogging my bung. He switched it out for one twice its size.

Claire knew me well enough to talk about anything except my life. She took to telling me about the weird patrons she’d helped at the library.

“I told him he had to wear shoes in the library, and he put them on his hands!” She tried.

I laughed politely. It sounded more believable each day, not that she believed my laugh. She complained I was working myself too hard.

“That’s not possible, since I’m running home at odd hours during the day.”

“But when you’re here, I have nothing to do!”

“Maybe I should dock your pay.”

Her eyes expanded from shock. “You made a joke.”

“No. I’m thinking I should dock your pay.”

She spit into a planter. “I’ll find something.” She left.

The next day she tried again. “He couldn’t have been older than fifteen, but he led his mother around the science fiction section as if an invisible leash tethered her to him.”

I set down the books I was carrying, to prevent dropping them.

“Did he check out anything?”

“It wasn’t science fiction.”

“Claire.” I used my mother’s disapproving tone.

“Let me check. She went to a computer.”

“Inter-library loan for “The Ape Way - a guide for professionals husbanding greater primates in the workplace.”

“Claire, when you email him to pick it up, send a private cc to me.”

“Apparently, he used his mother’s email.”

“Whatever.” It was fate, I told myself.

Fate was in no hurry. The book didn’t arrive for another two weeks. I got the email and told Claire to haul our outgoing books to a charity thrift store. It left me alone in the library.

A nervous woman, Mrs. Ustice Elgin, appeared around noon. Her white skin had a clammy sheen. She stood with a hunch, and walked with a wobble. She wore a simple, house dress, and strangely a sun bonnet. She showed me a copy of the email.

“I’m sorry, Ma-am, but this book requires a special sign out. Do please come into my office. The paperwork isn’t difficult. We just don’t keep it at the front desk.

She didn’t ask why I hadn’t grabbed a copy earlier, since I was obviously expecting her. She simply nodded and shuffled into my office. I offered my couch. She sat without question.

I shut my office door. The sound startled her, even though she watched me do it. “Mrs. Elgin, I have to apologize. I didn’t invite you here about paperwork.”

“Did Henry h-hurt a book?” She spoke the word ‘hurt’ as if it pained her to hear it.

“No, Ma-am.” I tangled my fingers together behind my back to hide their trembling. “I-I think you and I have a particular problem that we dare not reveal. There’s something about your son, you don’t want anyone to know. Please, there’s no cause for panic.” I reassured with a trembling voice. M-my son, he has a power over me.

“Are you with the police, undercover?” Her body vibrated at a higher frequency. “Is there a camera, a microphone?” Her head swiveled like mad.

“No. No. Nothing like that. I’m trying to tell you. You’re not alone.”

“You’re lying. You must be.” Her face somehow expressed a whiter shade. I feared she would faint.

Mrs. Elgin fainted.

The library’s ancient first aid kit had smelling salts. “Ustice? Ustice!” I waved a broken ampule under her nose. “It’s going to be okay.”

Her eyes flickered. “How long was I out?” Some color returned to her cheeks. It fled as her wits returned.

“That’s not impor-”

“It is!” She jumped up, dizzily. “If I’m late with the book-” She interrupted herself but grabbed me for support. “Please give me the book and let me out of here! I’ll pay whatever you ask.”

“Two minutes.” I told her. “You weren’t out two minutes, but give me another two to explain, and I’ll carry the book to your car, Ustice.”

That calmed her somewhat, enough to confide. “Tess.” She wobbled down, into her chair. “I don’t like, Ustice.”

“Ok, Tess.” I sat on the edge of my desk, two feet from her crossed legs. “I want to tell you my situation, regarding my son, but I only have two minutes.” I took a deep breath. “You haven’t told anyone about what your son does to you?” I asked.

“How do you know-”

“I don’t.” I said curtly. “I wasn’t sure, until you followed me into my office.” I exhaled and inhaled slowly. “Submissive personalities are not rare, Mrs. Elgin, but the confluence of submissiveness and motherhood and a dominating child is just shy of improbable. It does happen. In a city like ours, there are probably less than a few hundred, maybe half that. The odds of meeting and recognizing each other is even closer to improbable. But it happened, today, to us.”

Mrs. Elgin continued to lose blood from her face. “Oh my stars.”

“We can’t waste this incredible chance. I ask you to trust me, just enough to listen. There is a group, upstate, eight women from that larger municipality meet. They talk. It helps.”

“I-I can’t go anywhere, Henry drives...” Her voice petered off.

I worried. “Did he drive you here? Is he outside?”

“No. But I have to be back right away.”

“Go then. I won’t risk what he might do.” I stood and opened the door. “But please, come back if you can. I-I need to talk.” My voice groveled. “We don’t have to go anywhere. We can do what they do, right here.”

“Maybe.” She got up avoiding my desperate gaze.

We went to the counter, and I handed the book to her. “Come back when it’s due, in two weeks.”

“This group. What they do helps?”

“It can. I-I don’t know enough to be sure, but my soul is screaming for understanding. At the very least, we can understand each other.”

Her phone buzzed. The woman’s eyes exploded! She grabbed the book from my hand and ran out of the library.

It was the longest two weeks of my life. Three days before I expected the return of Mrs. Elgin, Andrew summoned me to his room, mid-afternoon. I had come home an hour earlier. So my son would let me take a shit.

“I’m going to take out your plug, Mother.”

“Andrew? Don’t be cruel.” There was no way in hell my son would, out of the blue, release me from my anal bondage.

“Temporarily.” He said evenly.

He had me turn away from him and hike up my skirt. He enjoyed pulling my panties down my thighs. I felt him grip the silicone flange, and I timed my breath to when he told me to strain. He pulled. This new one was a foot long and as thick as my wrist. It took several breaths before it cleared my bung. I sighed.

“Stay bent, Mom.”

He wasn’t doing this for my sake. Collared, I could not disobey.

The sound of a jar unscrewing alerted me. “No, Andy. I can’t take anything bigger!”

“It’s okay, Mom. I’m going easy on you. I screwed up last time. I promise, this will feel good.”

A greased finger gently probed my anus. He pressed firmly, increasing pressure slowly. My body reacted against it, shutting that orifice tight. It had been sorely abused over the last few weeks.

“Don’t fight it, Mom.” He laughed, and his other hand solidly struck my butt! The swat startled me. My ass unclenched for a second, allowing my son’s finger to dive up my dirt chute.

“Ehhh!!” I yelped.

“Don’t even start.” He mocked. “I’m just checking it out.”

“You shouldn’t be fingering my behind!” The digit twisted and bent inside of me. It felt weird, like a doctor’s finger. What was he trying?

It withdrew. “Good.” He claimed. Immediately a bigger object presented itself. It had even more grease on it. It was his cock. The soft, large head couldn’t be mistaken for a swollen thumb or fat silicone.

“Andy! Think about this. Anal sex with your mother is worse than raping my mouth. I shouldn’t have to stand for it.”

“You’re leaning over, and every time you complain my dick gets harder.” He grunted, amused.

My son’s cock pressed, and I knew I didn’t have a choice. Still, I sought to refuse him as best I could. My body betrayed me.

“Relax it, Mom.” He said sternly.

Shame burned across my face, when my bung accepted Andrew’s healthy prick. It slid in, up my rear and he groaned with pleasure. His ball pubes tickled the backs of my thighs. I flinched, not from the invading presence - it was a minor disturbance compared to the monster that had filled me for weeks. Knowing that my son was taking my ass for a fuck before taking my pussy, made me want to crawl out of the room. My dark thoughts filled the void, “You would enjoy cunt fucking too much! Andrew’s pleasure is more important, Bitch.”

I couldn’t believe myself. Did I want him to take cunt before butt? “Nooo.” I wailed useless.

He fucked his prick just a little bit, testing the dark waters. “It’s not as tight as I imagined.” He commented.

“Andrew, you’ve kept a giant black dildoe in your mother’s ass for so long, what did you expect?”

“Heh, I expected you to obey.” Then he fucked as if he was desperate to. His cock slipped in and out, easily due to the enormous amount of coconut oil he’d spread on it and up my ass.

I couldn’t speak to that. I shut my eyes and tried to think of Garrick. The poor man had been living on handjobs, until I finally could bring myself to suck him again. That had been hard to do, but it was so rewarding when I teased his good cum into my mouth. After the first time, I wanted to suck him every night. He enjoyed it as much as I did, but the first time was only four days ago. I worried my husband would eventually miss real sex. What was I to do then? The only answer that presented itself was to pay more attention to my son’s prick picking up speed in my asshole. He was right. It did feel good. This rape was as good as it got, when a son loves his mother. I shook my head. NO! I told myself. I may have to obey Andrew, but I didn’t have to like it or him.

This is why mother hadn’t contacted our family since she left. She must have guessed the story. Her daughter had fallen under her son’s control. I got an email from Lila. Mom was doing okay, but she wasn’t able to help her much. That was all it said. I surmised that Lila wanted to do more for Mom, but her son had her on a short leash.

Andrew had never leashed my collar. His words sufficed to restrain me. I wondered about this as he drove fuckmeat into my ass. I winced when he punched himself in really hard. “Andy!” I exclaimed.

“Ohhhhhh, can’t hold out!” My son pulled back and slammed into me again. Hot cum erupted up my colon. It was the shortest fuck, I’d ever had. He cried, “Gods, that’s so much better!”

Six squirts of semen soaked my innards before he pulled out dripping cum, coconut oil, and dark flecks. He grabbed a towel. “I think you liked it too.”

“Think again.” I growled and stood up. My hands reached to my collar, unable to unfasten it. I tried to walk away, but my legs held firm.

“You’re not finished, yet.” Andrew panted. “Wash this and bring it back to me.” He picked up the immense butt plug and tapped the back of my hand with it.”

I huffed and walked across the hall to the common bath. There, I rinsed his cum out of my ass and washed the fake dong. When I returned, Andrew had dressed. “Here.” I held out the mighty hunk of plastic.

“You’re getting too used to this one.” He smirked. “I can tell by how easily you obey.”

“Please, Andrew. Let this go. I’ll take your dick in my ass, from now on. You don’t need to make me suffer, and this is going to eventually impact your father.”

“What?” He faked innocence. “You’re not having marital relations with Dad?”

I slapped his cheek! “Wake up, Idiot!” I raised my hand to strike him again. “There are limits to this game you’re playing. Don’t you understand?”

He stood his ground, ignoring the handprint burning his cheek. “Yes, but today you’re going to stuff this plastic bastard up your shitter by yourself.” Instead of taking the plug, he picked up the open jar of coconut oil and handed it to me. “Then I’m going to punish you for striking me!”

Crying, I accepted the jar. I dipped the first couple inches of silicone into it. No more would fit. Twisting out a gob of solidified oil, I grabbed the greased end with my other hand. I sniffed and stroked melting oil across the fat foot of imitation cock.

“That’s right. Use more than you think you need, Mom.”

“I know how much lube an ass needs, Andrew!” I spat. My hand jacked the inert prick more than required. I would never have a real lover this big, I told myself. It would be my lover until I next asked my son to let me poop.

“Mom, you’re making me jealous.” Andrew grinned.

“You’d do the same if this was going up your butt.”

“I tried the first one, but chickened out halfway on the second.” He chuckled.

“I’ll go easy on you.” I aimed the glistening weapon at him. “Just bend over and take down your pants.”

“You’re stalling, Mom.” He sobered.

Looking away, then turning, my free hand dug into the jar for the last clods of oil. My hand reached behind me and placed the slippery lump against my bung. Before it melted, I pressed as much inside as possible.

“Now I want to fuck your ass, again!” Andrew breathed harder. His prick half tented his pants.

“Sorry, Andrew. You lost your chance when you told me to put this back inside.” I rested the dry flange against my son’s bedroom wall. It took both hands to steady it and find the right angle for penetration. Once the broad tip was lodged against my hind entrance, I relaxed my sphincter and tilted backwards. Slowly, my bung expanded around the massive, rubbery end. “How do you feel about being cuckolded by a hunk of plastic?”

“Pretty great, Mom!” His eyes brightened. “That’s seriously hot!” He unzipped his pants and fished out a growing prick. “Dang! If only I’d known!” His hand flashed up and down it’s refreshed length, while he watched me seat my ass closer and closer to the wall. Its familiar bulk filled my back passage, as inch after inch of wrist thick firmness crept up my ass. A different lube presented itself inside my pussy. This was turning me on, and I couldn’t fight it. I only fought making a sound, but little grunts and moans escaped.

“You’re doing that on purpose, Mom.” Andrew accused. His hand jerked his fully stiff boner as fast as it could. “Oooohhhhhh!!!”