Chapter 3

The next day, Joey spent all of his free time looking through the swath of photos taken the night before. At one point he had to break away from the computer and drag his mom to his bed, whipping, lubing and fucking her pert asshole twice. He returned to the computer without sharing a single hug. His mother had to walk gingerly for the rest of that day. Only after his parents had gone to bed did the boy choose three photos to post for the inner circle of 9livesWives.

“See!” He wrote. “I can make her do anything I want!” Each picture showed his mother in a position that he’d never seen before in porn. Not that he’d seen all that much.

After posting them, Joey went to bed but had difficulty sleeping. He didn’t allow himself to check the board for a couple days.

“Sexy!” One member said with a chorus line of dancing dick emoji.

“That is a hot bitch!” Another agreed.

“Good looking lady, and the photography isn’t too bad ... but none of them really prove you even know the woman.”

Worse, one member wrote, “Eeeew, that looks like some kid’s room! I hope the cops catch your pedo ass if there was a kid in the room or even in the same house! May you get many ass poundings in prison!”

“Look, MILFlash, I see you’re trying, but we take our membership very seriously here. If you really want to prove the woman is your slave, check out the pictures section, where member’s verify their online identity but not their real one.” The member named, Glives, suggested.

If the last post hadn’t been helpful, Joey would have blown a gasket and potentially endangered his mother. Still, he fumed. He had even laughed at the idiot who thought he might be a pedophile. For all his careful planning and exciting execution, his hopes had once again bounced off of the sex swapping forum.

For a change of pace, Joey fled the next morning, Saturday, to Sam Patterson’s house. There he caught Mrs. Patterson up on her masochism training, paddling Slut’s ass for nearly an hour before fucking it and making her take Sam’s dog into her cunt. Sam observed, “I haven’t seen you in a while.” Other than at school, he meant. “Whatcha been doing?”

Months ago, Joey had told his friend about wanting to take his mom to a sex club. Sam told him it was a fool’s quest. Joey knew it, but he wanted to at least say he had tried. “Studying.” He answered. They played video games until supper and ate steamed spinach and spicy mac and cheese off of Slut’s naked body. She was at that time four months pregnant with one of the boys’ child. They’d vowed not to discover whose.

The younger teen sulked on the way home, arriving late. He had called to let his mother know. It was one of her absolute rules. Straight from the front door, he headed to the computer. A moan from Rudy issued out of the hallway. A glance showed that his parents’ door slightly ajar, but his mother wasn’t with his step-father. The boy grimaced and focused on typing his password into 9livesWives.

He clicked into the forum’s pictures section, which originally had intrigued Joey but quickly bored him. Most of the women were fat or ugly compared to the photoshopped women he saw on the TV and actual porn sites. “Verified Members” was the thread where member posted photos of themselves. In reality it was a shit show of useless dick pics and stolen photos. One in ten was perhaps an actual verification image. Joey quickly learned two things. The member never showed more than their torso, often not even naked, and in every proper photo was a hand scrawled message including the member’s pseudonym and the title, “9livesWives.”

Those two things were easy enough to do, but Joey waited until his step-father gave a cringe inducing gasp. Abruptly, Joey didn’t want to go near the man. He turned off the computer and retreated to his room.

On Sundays, Rudy would take the family to church. It didn’t matter which religion. If Charlene or Joey objected after the sermon, Rudy would take them to a different church the following Sunday. Charlene had originally gone along with her husband’s game, sometimes honestly enjoying the service. After submitting completely to her son’s young lust, she was never comfortable in church again. Rudy kept trying. Joey didn’t even bother to tell his step-father that he disliked every sermon, after taking sexual control over his mother.

Sunday was almost always wasted in his young mind. However, it was a break from his daily habit of using his slave. He had snickered on the Sunday he realized that he was giving his mom a day of rest. It was probably a good thing. He sometimes worried about how her ass cheeks never had enough time to recover from how he abused them.

He didn’t approach his mom until Rudy had left for work at the start of the next week. “Get your mask, Bitch.” He rinsed his cereal bowl in the sink and placed it in the dishwasher. “And bring one of your lipsticks.”

Lipstick? Charlene kept few cosmetics. Nothing would cover the burn on half of her face. Still, she kept a few things, to cover less prominent blemishes. She found an old tube that was slightly darker than her lightly colored lips.

She met her son in the hallway. He took her into the garage and told her to strip. Then he wrote strange things on her belly with the off color lipstick. “9livesWives” and “from MILFlash.” Joey told her to don her mask, and he ran her through a second series of poses while taking pictures with his phone. The lights in the garage were much brighter than the ones in his room. He seemed content after taking a dozen shots. Then he tied her across the cold cement floor and raped her.

Charlene shivered still bound, wrists and ankles tied to sturdy hooks that Sam and her son had sank into concrete. Joey left her lying on her back, saying, “Maybe that’ll cool your hot ass.” He snickered. His mom soon discovered that the eternal soreness in her behind did calm from the cold cement. The rest of her shivered as her muscles shivered to keep her warm. After half an hour, Joey returned with her house robe and covered the front of her. It helped, but the concrete sucked heat out of her body like milk from a coconut.

Another hour passed. Joey entered, untied her, and helped her inside and to climb into her bed. All the way to her room, she cried from hypothermia. He left her shuddering under the blankets, still wearing her mask.

Someone, it must have been Joey, climbed into her bed and snuggled up to her frozen back, but she couldn’t even smell him through the empty faced hood. She felt the boy’s hard prick slot into the groove of her now less sore behind. She would have known if it was Rudy’s larger member. Not that she had felt it touch her body in the last several months. Young hands fondled her breasts. She was surprised that he didn’t say a word. “Joey?”

“Shhh.” The boy pinched one of her nipples, causing her to yip! Shushing wasn’t enough of a voice to identify her trespasser.

Unexpectedly, a second figure crawled into her bed, accosting her lips with a tongue that poked through the hole in her mask. Charlene had pleasured both boys simultaneously many times, but not when she was shivering from extreme cold.

As was their custom, they tied her hands and feet to the bedposts and used each of her holes, trading places but without saying a word. Not knowing who she was pleasing with which body part, gave her the strangest experience. It was as if she was floating in a dark cloud, hands and penises grabbing and poking - spanking, thrusting, and cumming.

The boy’s played with her body all that morning and halfway into the afternoon. They must be skipping school, something they did on rare occasions because both of their mothers would punish them, one of their few exceptions from enslavement. They may have become their sons’ sex slaves, but neither of the women allowed their sons’ demands to cross their parental domain.

Although young and randy, Sam and Joey had to take regular breaks between cums. When Joey had called Sam over to play with Joey’s hooded mother, Sam had told Joey, “This better be worth what Mom will do to me for skipping school!” During their first break, Sam exclaimed far from the closed, master bedroom door, “Gods, oh, gods! It’s like we’re playing with a sex doll who can’t do anything but take everything we give her!”

“It’s amazing, right?” Joey opened a jar of peanut butter, so they could make sandwiches.

“So right!” Sam gave his friend an energetic high-five.

Joey had already posted pictures of his mother in her red, anonymous hood, to 9livesWives. To celebrate, he had invited his best friend over to play with her. Joey needed the distraction to keep himself from spamming the refresh key for the page with his post.

After Sam left, his balls running low on fuel, Joey untied his mother and told her to take off her hood and clean up the mess.

“No computer for a week, young man.” She told him.

Instantly, Joey wished he hadn’t untied her. He wanted to whip her ass for even suggesting such a thing, but now she would enforce his punishment for skipping school.

“But what about homework, Mom?” He pleaded.

“I’ll help you with it.”

For seven long days, Joey imagined hundreds of replies to his verification post to 9livesWives. No matter how he tried to humiliate his mother, she was resolved to carry out her punishment. Worse, he didn’t feel much like using her, submitting ironically to her will except for some ass reaming and blow jobs. Strangely, he didn’t want his sperm to go near her womb.

By the following Sunday, even Rudy took Joey’s side. “I’ve never seen the boy suffer so much.”

“You don’t see half of the suffering that goes on in this house!” Charlene snapped.

“Huh?” His wife’s vehemence baffled him.

“Just do what you’re best at, Rudy.” His wife looked into a mirror to put a pendant around her neck. He helped her to close the clasp.

After that week’s sermon, Charlene told her husband, “Keep trying, Honey. Maybe someday you’ll find the right guidance for us.”

“I love you.” He told her.

“I know.”

That night, after Charlene put her husband to bed with a quick wank, she went to her son’s room. “Okay.” She relented. “But it’ll be two weeks if you skip school again!”

“Thanks, Mom!” Joey kissed her lips as he raced to the computer in the spare room. She followed, curious about his abrupt passion. Her son was so intent on logging into to what was obviously a porn site, he didn’t notice her peeking from the doorway. Only when her pictures appeared on the computer screen did she gasp which snagged his attention.

Joey flinched at the sight of his mother at the door. Shit! Before she could assert her authority, he asserted his. “Down on your knees, Bitch. Under the table. Now!”