Chapter 8

... and as if a new world had begun.

“Let her go, Eddie.” Mom had untied herself from the chair. She gave me a severe glare. Then she did something that actually shocked me. “Give me some room.” She meant on the mattress. There, she lay on her back and lifted her legs up and over her body, letting my seed soak into her ready womb and her tubes of conception. “I’m going to risk it, Eddie. You’ve realized fantasies that I never knew. Bearing your incest rape child is going to be my number one fantasy that will make me cum as hard as you did today, whenever I want.

We had to let Janice go eventually. She watched everything, silent as a scared rabbit. We’d spent nearly two hours in the shed. Dad would be home soon, and so would Janice’s husband. Mom and I had originally planned to pretend that her stories had turned us into sex maniacs. Maybe that would make Janice clam up and mend her wicked lies. Mom didn’t know that I was planning to betray and fuck her. I ended up proving that Janice actually had turned me, for one, into a sex fiend.

“Janice.” I spoke firmly. She lay on her side curled up into a fetal ball.

“Huh?”

I cut away the rope that was turning her feet blue. “You better be here next Tuesday.”

“You just raped me!”

“You did, Eddie.” Mom affirmed with a nod at my wet fingers.

“Then you should call the police when you get home.” I was making an awful gamble. I next cut her wrists free. She rubbed the superficial welts that the rope had scraped.

“I-I-”

“Hush, Janice.” Mom declared. “You have every right. I’ll back up your story and swear that Eddie went crazy and raped both of us. They’ll take him away, and lock him up in a mental ward, and you will have done society a great justice.” Mom rocked on her back, as if to soothe any fertilized egg that might be working its way into her womb. “But after brief fame and legal hassles, you and I will return to lives as they were - before you first sat in my living room, on a Tuesday afternoon and excited us with hot stories about rape and bondage and torture.”

Without further word, Mom got up, her cum leaking cameltoe visible through the rough circle I had cut from her skirt. She took my hand and led me out of the shed. I knew better than to open my stupid trap.

The doorbell rang. I was still changing out of my school clothes. Mom called out, several seconds later. “It’s your girlfriend!” A month had passed since that terribly gamble in our backyard shed. No I wasn’t arrested, and yes, Janice returned the following Tuesday, when we indoctrinated her into a real world made from her fantasies. She accepted although she said we must re-earn her trust.

Mom drove my new girlfriend and I to a downtown theater that showed restored movies from the last century. Few people attended the late afternoon showing. I sat in the back row with my girl, so we could neck and do other things. Mom sat down from us, several seats away to give us privacy.

I kissed the red, leather collar around my new girl’s slim neck. The stainless steel nameplate that cooled my lips was engraved with, “Lilith.” Mom had helped me to pick out my girl’s pet name. She said at the time, “It means-”

“I know what it means, Mom.” I liked reading mythology. “Don’t get cocky with me, or I’ll tie you up and whip your butt.”

“Careful,” Mom cautioned, a blush on her cheeks. “You’ll make Lilith jealous.”

“Sometimes you’re too smart for your own good, Mommy.” I made her bend over and grab her ankles. She’d been exercising and stretching, losing ten pounds and nearly gaining the ability to suck herself. I flipped the hem of her skirt over her now always naked butt and withdrew my belt. I even called Janice on my phone and let her watch me punish Mom, via video.

I had bought a wide and soft belt to spread the impact. Mom started crying after the eighteenth blow. She begged me to soothe her, but that just made me add ten strokes to the original twenty. Mom knew better than to beg. She wanted me to hurt her more.

“You’re such a pain slut, Mom.” I accused. She knew better than to either deny or agree. Ten extra swats was probably more than she really wanted. I wacked her with my belt swiftly but with strength. She howled and cried. My dick had gotten rock hard by the eight original swat.

When I finally let her stand straight, I held up her skirt before the phone camera, confident that Janice was masturbating while watching. I made Mom jerk me off and I splashed hot cum over her burning ass.

Mom smoothed my thick gunk over her purple cheeks. She wasn’t allowed to finger her clit or hairy cunt. I told Janice to tattle if Mom tried to get herself off. I left the room to order the stainless steel collar online and to have it engraved. I returned to the living room to find Mom revealing my new girlfriend’s slave name. Janice squealed with delight. “Lilith? That’s so hot!”

I strolled up behind my mother and took out my fresh erection. “Let’s see which hole I plug into first.” I snickered and lunged my hips forward. I was kidding. I didn’t want to waste time and arousal, to lube her ass properly. My cock plunged into Mom’s cunt. It was so wet I swear I was waterskiing inside of her.

Janice commented rudely. “You deserved getting raped in your shed, Susan! You’re such a stupid slut! Clearly you need your son to keep you spanked and fucked.

Mom groaned from my heaving spike. She countered, “I should have made him fuck you with his insatiable cock instead of his finger. You lost your chance to turn us over to the cops when you called the following Saturday. You’re as much of a slut as I am but way stupider. Now both of us have to submit to my son’s desires, however cruel and wicked.”

I reminded our tele-voyeur. “Remember, this is all your fault, you lying bitch.” I pounded my dick faster into Mom’s dripping pussy. Mom grunted and groaned, finally allowed to orgasm. She was nearly there.

“I know, Eddie. I promised I would make it up to you. I hope what I offered will satisfy for years to come.”

Mom sang out, “EDDIE!! I’m cumming!”

“Go for it, Mom. I might not let you cum for a month, after this. I’m going to have a girlfriend.” I pulled on her hair as I fucked from behind.

She screamed when her orgasm multiplied! “Rip it all out of my head - it hurts so good!”

I would have come too, if I hadn’t done so twenty minutes prior. “Gods, I adore fucking you, Mom! I’m going to cheat on my girlfriend a lot!”

“You have every right too, Eddie.” Janice assured. “It’s too bad that your mother gets off easily after whipping her. You can’t cum without her cumming too.”

“Speak for yourself, you pain slut in training.” Mom puffed. Her lungs heaved as I worked myself up to a second climax. Her body jolted heavily from my greedy thrusts.

Seconds later, I had fucked another load of my spunk into my mother’s pregnant belly. “I love you, Mom.” With my sperm dripping down her inner thighs, I led her into my bedroom. There we hugged and kissed for an hour.

Janice texted that evening while I was eating. She promised to be a better slave when I used her again. That wouldn’t happen for a long time. I was getting a girlfriend.

Our lying, slutty neighbor had kept to herself after I had raped her with my fingers, and Mom had dared her to call the police. Janice called Mom that following Saturday and invited me to help her with her garden. I had always been the first person she would hire for yard work.

I did end up working her front and back yards, the former with my fingers and the latter with my belt. As the tall, slim blonde came convulsively on my hand, and I was cumming in her mouth, Mom trespassed into Janice’s home and caught us, exactly how Mom and I had planned.

Janice fell to her knees and confessed that she couldn’t go back to regular life with her husband. Reading stories and masturbating was no substitute for the shocking events that we had lured her into.