Chapter 9

I was worried about Steph. Would she freak out when we go to Sean’s house? Maybe I should test her perversion. She could take the pain that was certain hell. She enjoyed getting beaten with a wooden dowel thoroughly. What else was she capable of? What would turn her on?

“Mom, where are you?” Kyle yelled and broke my train of thought.

“In here, Kyle.”

Kyle finds me sitting at the computer. I was not looking at porn well, but I was trying to search the Internet history and see what things everybody was into. Since we shared a desktop, we never logged out. I could not tell whose porn was whose.

“What Cha doin’, Mom? Looking at pron?”

“No, just checking to see if I can find out what porn Steph is into. But I cannot figure out which porn belongs to which person.”

“Well, you aint going to see mine there. I clean up after myself.” He was proud and almost was taunting me.

“Like this one,” and I pulled up a picture of a guy pissing on an older lady. “So this one is not yours? And this one and these?” I figured he was the guilty one looking at the piss porn they were all downloaded in the last two days.

“What, I deleted those. How did you? Yeah, you caught me, but how?”

“I know things like the hidden browser history logs that keep your browser history. Even if you clear the cache, it is still there.”

“But you are old. How do you know that?”

“Youtube, baby!”

“why? Is someone in trouble?”

“No, I just want to find out what your sister is into. I hoped I would find out without her having to lie to me. Like if I asked you, would you have told me about Milf Piss porn? You would lie, right?”

“Yeah, I would. Did you find anything, not mine?”

“I found your dad’s favorite sites. Mostly about cuckolds and hotwives. Nothing surprising, right?”

“So, did you find any of Steph’s porn?”

“I think so. Take a look. Does that turn you on?”

“Oh my god, that guy is HUGE, Wow.”

“I think that little Steph may be a Size queen as well as a budding pain slut.”

“What are you going to do?”

I clicked back on the computer and opened up a shopping cart. On the cart were thumbnails of the items. Huge dildoes. Even one that you pump up. They looked comical. They were so big. “I am going to get her what she wishes for. Lots of big black dick.”

“Speaking of Steph, She has most of her stuff cleaned out of my new room, Where do you want her to put all her shit.”

“All the old stuff she can put in garbage bags to take to Goodwill. The new things she can put in my chest of drawers, bottom right.”

“So, has she sucked your cock yet?”

“No, you were serious that I could have her give me a BJ?”

“Yep, anytime. Just don’t let her come. Steph, come in here.”

She came in quickly and stood before us naked.

“I hear you have not given Kyle a BJ yet. Why?”

“He. Has not asked?”

“Not the point. Did you ask to suck his cock?”

“No, sorry?”

“Don’t say sorry to me. Tell Kyle how sorry you are.”

“I am so sorry that I did not offer to give you a blow job. Please use me anytime.”

“Damn, ok, start sucking.”

She appeared to like sucking on dick.

“Treat her like you guys treat me, Kyle. I need her to get used to rough sex. You know, throat fuck her.”

“OK, Mom, but I am concerned that she will get back at me for doing it. She could be real mean in the past.”

“I won’t let her be mean to you, Kyle. Go ahead and get her back for all the mean things she did fuck her throat like you hate her.” I know I seemed like a hard-ass, but I would rather have Kyle ‘break her in’ than for Sean to break her period.

“Ok, slut let’s see how open your throat is.” He thrust forward with his hips and slammed his dick into her throat.

“Gaga,” Step was gagging on his dick. Kyle was not letting up.

“Yea, that’s it, gag on my dick, the guys are going to love you, slut, GAG on it.” He held the back of her head into his groin. He was grinding his pubic hairs into her nose and face. He pulled out, and she puked a little. It started to run down her chin.

“Hell yes, that’s it, puke slut, puke on my dick” He mercilessly shoved his dick back in, making Steph retch again. It came out her mouth around his dick.

“Old slut lay down under my body face up. You need to appreciate the view.”

He wanted me to lay under them so Steph could puke on me. Fuck how perverted was my son?

I had to do it. Hell, I wanted to do it for Kyle. He seemed so happy.

I looked up at the scene, my son’s cock slamming into my daughter’s mouth; she retched again. It splashed on my face and got in my hair.

“Open your mouth, Mom. Appreciate what Steph is giving you.” I could tell Steph was not fighting him but actively trying to puke. Puke on me. She was a willing and active participant in this debauchery. As was I. I opened my mouth, and she retched again. My face and hair were soaked, and my mouth was full of her bile.

Kyle pulled his cock out of Steph’s mouth, and she was laughing. “My god, Mom, you look funny down there.”

I spit all the puke in my mouth and covered her face in vomit.

“Hell yeah,” she laughed, rubbed the mess into her face, and slicked back her hair. Kyle must have cum; his dick was wilting; he aimed it at Steph and started to piss. “There you go bitch, you like that. Just wait until Monday.”

Steph opened her mouth and smiled at her brother. The piss was rolling out of her open mouth directly into mine. I swallowed. I never thought I would prefer the taste of piss, but getting that taste out of my mouth coated in puke was a relief.

“Your turn, Mom, go ahead and piss on your daughter. I think she likes it.” Kyle directed me. I could not refuse. I stood over Steph and let go, a strong stream into her hair. She leaned back to catch some in her mouth. How could any girl, especially my daughter, be so happy getting pissed on. She drank mouthfuls and massaged my piss into her strawberry blond hair. “I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right out of My Hair” I had no clue how she knew the song from the classic film ‘South Pacific.’ She was washing Kyle’s piss out of her hair.

“I told you, Mom, that piss porn was not mine.”

My beautiful daughter, well, my vomit-covered, piss soaked. My beautiful daughter spoke. “Aren’t you disgusted with me, Mom? Disgusted that I love this kind of stuff. Mom, I have been doing nasty things by myself. I sometimes drink my pee and even more disgusting things when I jill off. I put clothes pins on my nipples and clit, Mom. I put them on and sleep with them on. They hurt so good in the morning. When you allowed me to serve you, I hoped for more extreme things. I never imagined it would be like this. I have never tried to puke play before, Mom. Wow, what a trip.”

“Steph, yes, you are a filthy disgusting tramp of a slut! I love you just the way you are.”

She twirled her wet hair, “You say the nicest things, Mom. I want to experience everything. Well, almost everything, anything within reason.”

“Within reason, what’s next after this? What will you allow us to do?” Kyle was trying to see if she had a hard limit set.

“I am sure you and your friends will come up with something. I think that Steph and I need to clean up first. Get a mop and a bucket slut. No, stop right there, at least scrape that stuff off your body and ring out your hair. I don’t want you dripping piss and puke all over the house. At least in here on the tile floor, we can clean it up.”

We cleaned up our mess. Kyle left us alone. He had to play Halo, I guess. Steph and I took a shower together.

“Steph, I am talking to you as a mother now, okay? You looked like you enjoyed our session. Can you tell me why you like it?”

“I am not sure, Mom, but the first time I masturbated was in the bathroom. I had just finished peeing, and when I wiped, it felt good. So I kept wiping. I have thought about this, and I think I associated peeing with the pleasure of my first orgasm, and my mind linked the bathroom with orgasms.”

“How often do you Jill off?”

“Oh no, Mom, I don’t just jill off. I fucking MASTURBATE. Mom, every morning at 4:30 a.m. I get up and go to the bathroom. It is like a ritual. I started slowly and built up over time. I started peeing in the shower while I flicked my bean. It would splash my pee on my fingers. I tasted my fingers one time. Mom, it felt so dirty licking my pissy fingers. I felt so bad that I swore I would not do it again. The next day, I broke that promise to myself. I eventually started to lay in the shower with my but over my head, leaning on the wall with my feet near my head and pissing – pissing on my face, Mom. I felt so humiliated but turned on by getting so dirty.”

“How long, ah, when did you start?”

“It was the day after my thirteenth birthday when I licked piss off my fingers for the first time. I have been doing that every day since.”

“Wow, that is so much self-pleasure.”

“And you thought I was just getting clean; here, watch this.” She grabs the plastic cup in the shower. I always wondered why there was a cup in the shower. She puts it between her legs and starts to piss, filling the cup. She sniffs deeply of the piss.

“Just smelling it makes me horny, Mom.” She brings the cup to her lips and starts to chug the piss, and there must have been over a liter of piss in the cup. She just drank it down like it was a coke.

Smiling at me, “Ahh, that is so good. What do you think of that, Mom?”

“You do this not because anyone makes you do it or even asks? Do you do this because it turns you on? I drink pee because I feel it is expected, not because I enjoy it. You remember the slogan ‘Just Do It’ because someone is getting off.”

“Yeah, I remember, but I get off on this, Mom.”

“Steph, you are a perverted little girl. You are freaking me out a little. You have been chronically masturbating for years, drinking your piss, and god knows what else. All in secret.”

“Yeah, that bothered me a lot, keeping my true self hidden. It was like I was living a lie every day. My inner self did not match what I was portraying to the world. I just wanted to get home to orgasm. But as soon as I orgasm, I would repent and say I would never do that again. It felt better to try and stop. But I would always think about being a dirty girl and convincing myself that I needed to be punished, so I would drink my piss again to punish myself, and then I would get myself off. It was like I was in a positive feedback loop. The more I did, the more I was disgusted with myself, and the more I did to justify being a disgusting girl. The more I masturbated.”

“How does it feel to tell me everything? I understand that you are pretty confused.”

“It feels freeing, Mom. You don’t seem mad at me - like at all.”

“I don’t want you to keep secrets from me. Secrets are the cause of the worst bouts of anguish I have. Letting your father know and having him accept me was a blessing to me and my mind. I want you to know you can tell me anything.”

“So Mom, I could - like - drink piss when we eat at the table while everyone watches?”

“If that is what you want, we can make that happen. Do you want to drink my pee as well? What about Kyle’s and your dad’s?”

“Could I, really could I. Oh, I have had fantasies about this, Mom. I would love it.”

“So you want to be the family urinal? You are doing this until you tell me we need to stop. OK. You are my slave, but I am not making you do this. I am allowing you to be the family toilet. If you mess up, I may take the privilege away.”

“Oh goody, no more hiding. I feel so much better now, Mom, Thanks for understanding.”

“Kneel and put your mouth at my pussy.”

“Yes, Mother!” she said with glee in her voice.

I started to piss into her smiling face. She drank big mouthfuls, one after another. I had pissed on Jim. This was different pissing in someone’s mouth that truly enjoyed being degraded like this was a power trip. She started to rub my clit while I pissed on her face. Now that was a new feeling, pissing and getting pleasured simultaneously. My stream stopped, but Steph did not. She kept sucking and licking and rubbing. Oh god, I was cumming. I was cumming on my daughter’s face.

“You taste wonderful, Mom. Thank you for sharing.”

We finished cleaning up. It was getting late in the day, and I needed to get supper ready. “What are we going to have for supper I mumbled under my breath.”

“We could have pizza,” Steph replied like a normal kid. Not a sex-addicted slut. Ok, I thought, let’s go with this. It was like she could turn her sex drive on and off at will.”

“No, you kids just had pizza recently. I have chicken I need to cook. You can help.”

“Yes, Mother, whatever you want.”

“We are doing a stir fry. Start the rice and chop the veggies. I will start the Chicken.”

That is what we did. We threw together a delicious, nutritious supper, fulfilling in about half an hour. Steph went and got the guys and got them seated.

Steph came to the table with her big empty drinking glass. “Mother, could you fill up my glass, please.”

What, oh, she wanted me to piss in her glass. I did not need to go right now. “Ask your father or brother. See if they need to piss.”

“Daddy, could you piss in my glass, please.”

“What, piss in your glass, why would you want me to do that?”

“More new things Jim. Our daughter is a piss slut. She has been drinking her piss since she was 13. I told her no more secrets or hiding, and will she wants to drink our piss all the time now.”

“Oh yes, Daddy, I want to drink piss at the supper table in front of everyone.”

“Are you the same girl who gets straight A’s and does well in school? What happened to her?”

“She is right here, Daddy.” Steph spun her naked body and waved her arms up and down. “ I have been drinking pee and getting good grades. I am the same girl. I just want you to see me, the real me.”

“Fuck I can try is all I can do. Let me see your cup. Sis,” Jim volunteered his piss for her to drink. He filled up her glass, starting with a few drops, then the stream getting stronger. Taking the glass back from Jim, she sniffed the aroma and took a sip, like someone tasting a fine wine. Smiled and said, “Thank you, Daddy, this will do very well.”

“I don’t get this crazy family. I guess I will just have to roll with whatever is thrown my way.” Jim seemed okay with the new living situation, a little resigned but accepting.

He ignored Steph as she sipped her drink. “I need to find some help at work. I need to go in tomorrow and see if I can get things straightened out.”

“What kind of help do you need, Dad?” Kyle asked.

“I just need some help in the afternoons and weekends. A high schooler would be great. It is just warehouse work.”

“I know some guys that are seniors and may be interested, Dad. Should I send them over to you tomorrow?”

“That would be great. I could use you too, but you are too young to work at my company.”

Fuck, Sean and the guys will be working for Jim. I see nothing but problems with that, But I could not say anything. No, that’s the wrong word. I will not say anything,