Chapter 6

Mary looked sad, scared, and a little mad as she told us her story. "My mother told me all about the night when my mother was given to my father. It was just a few days before the elder told my father to give me to you, my mother told me all about the night she was given to my father.

She told me this story, she said, 'My mother dressed me from head to toe in white. Everything I wore was never worn before, by anyone, because I had to be perfectly pure for my husband, when I was given away.

'All the men gathered in the front room of my new husband's house, and I was led out by my husband's mother, who was picked to be our consummation witness. She was stern, and mean. I don't know how anyone could have liked her, but I thought she was awful.

'The Elder said his piece, and I was taken to the big bedroom in the back of the house. It was one with a separate its own bathroom, just for whoever slept there. My mother-in-law made me undress quickly, because she didn't want Cephus to be kept waiting by a tiny, nothing of a girl.

When she saw my little breasts, she snorted, and said, 'You will be useless as a mother, ' and went on undressing me.

'Cephus came in, and his mother stopped bothering me, and began to remove his clothes, so he could consummate our marriage. When she had him naked, and ready to put his ... thing ... inside me, he stopped her.

'Mother, ' he said. 'You were chosen by the Elder to witness our consummation, and I find I am not ready to perform my duties. Please get me ready.'

'I could tell by the tone of his voice that he wanted her to refuse, and she did. 'Cephus, I'm your mother, and you need to take this girl and make her a woman, and stop annoying me with your wants, and wishes.'

"Mother said to me, 'Mary. That's when I knew she'd made a very bad mistake.'"

Mary continued with a bit of a smile on her face. She was going to like telling whatever was coming up. "My mother never liked Cephus's mother. I certainly never did, but Cephus wasn't about to be shamed by her any longer. Mother said, 'Cephus grabbed his mother by her hair, and twisted it so hard, she gasped, and her knees buckled, bringing her face right up to his man thing.

'She couldn't look away because he held her head like it was in a vice. She had no choice but to open her mouth, because he kept pushing it into her. Pretty soon, I saw most of his thing disappear inside her mouth, and he held her there, like a harlot, and pushed it in and out until the stuff squirted all over her mouth, and face.

'She thought that would be the end, but Cephus had such an angry look on his face, that I feared the worst, and that was exactly what happened.

'He kept his thing inside her mouth, forcing her to move it around with her tongue, so she could breathe. Pretty soon I saw him get hard all over again, and instead of pushing it inside me, he twisted his mother around, and shoved her face first onto the mattress.

'She gasped with the pain, and cried out from the shame, but he didn't give her a single inch. Instead he pushed his thing inside her like she was his wife, and I was the witness. Then he did the thing that men do to get the pleasure, and squirted all of what was supposed to be inside me, inside her, instead.

'I thought that was surely the end of it all, but he wasn't ready to release his mother from her torment. Cephus held his mother down, not letting her even raise up to relieve the strain on her back, and told me to go into the bathroom and bring back the tub of water he'd fixed ahead of time, and the wooden straw.

'His mother tried to get up when she heard him ask for the wooden straw, and it made her almost crazy trying to get away from him.

'I brought Cephus the things he asked for without knowing what purpose they served, but he wanted to make a show out of what was coming, so I stayed quiet, like a woman should always do.

'Cephus looked at his mother like he hated her, and said, "Do you remember how often you used the wooden straw to hurt me, mother? Do you know how many times I couldn't sit for hours after you had your fun using me like a man uses a woman?"

'He turned to me and said, "When I was small, she loved to use the wooden straw to hurt me. Even after I turned fourteen, I was still the runt of the hamlet. You might remember, I never got any height until the summer I turned seventeen. That was the year my manhood grew bigger, my mother used to hold me on her lap, face down, and shove her fingers inside my rear. As her fingers went in and out, she would touch me here," he held his thing out to show me what he meant.'

"She would hurt me inside, and rub me like a woman touches a man until the stuff came out. Then she would pretend it was because I needed cleansed inside, and pump the water from this tub into me, holding me down while I cramped and cried out. Then she would shove her fingers inside me again, until the water ran out around her hand, and then she would call me names like, 'Dirty Little Boy, and Evil. She never thought about the day when I would have complete control over her, and could make her feel the things she made me feel.

"Cephus hooked the wooden straw to the rubber hose that came off the tub, and shoved it in her bottom hole. It was dry, and hard. His mother grunted, cried, and thrashed around, so he pulled it out, and shoved three fingers inside her, making her scream.

'When he was done with his fingers, he shoved them in her mouth to shut her up, and made her lick them clean. It scared me so badly, I almost wet myself.