The Family Slut, Part 2: Mommy Dearest
Introduction:
After Lizzy’s confession, her mom takes immediate control of the situation…
“What?!”
“Well did you like your birthday present or not? I fucking hope so, because you’re gonna get lots more where that came from at your uncle’s this weekend. It’s about time you got in on our little trips, and uncle Tommy doesn’t like to fuck virgins. Bloody pussy is a huge turnoff for him. So we did that part for him. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with you before we go to visit. Come over here and strip. I wanna get a good look at the new woman in the family.”
God, I hate my fucking life…
“Well?” mom growled at me inquisitively. I glanced at Zack and Cassie. Cassie had that look again. I was beginning to comprehend what that look had come to mean for her over the past few years. When she was younger, maybe before she discovered the joys of sex and incest, that look just meant she wanted something and wasn’t about to let anything get in her way. Now that look was full of only one desire: lust.
“And if I say no?” I sounded braver than I felt. Saying no to my mom usually got me the belt. But this time…
“If you don’t want to, I’m not gonna fight you.” Relief washed over me. “However…” Oh shit. “…I can’t say the same for Zack and Cassie. As for me, if I want your body, I’ll just take what I want when you least expect it. It’s easier that way. Less stress in the long run. But go ahead and do things your way.” She gave me a sickening smile. The games had begun.
After witnessing my lack of cooperation with mom, Zack and Cassie left the kitchen and went to watch television in the living room, probably fighting over the remote as usual, leaving me to face mom’s scorn alone.
“So what’s your decision Lizzy? You wanna do this my way or the hard way?” I hated those words. Every time she said that, what it really meant was “give me what I want, or I’ll make you wish you had.” This time, instead of images of a belt drawing blood across my skin, her words conjured images of me screaming and flailing on the living room floor, invisible hands holding me down, the heat of other bodies scalding me in the darkness, forcing me to feel a pleasure I was ashamed to feel.
If sex is pleasure and abuse is pain, then rape is a turmoil that makes me desire punishment. I knew what they did to me, what they would continue doing to me, was wrong, but my body had betrayed me. Knowing that part of me enjoyed it, even if it was just some reflex no one has control over, it was enough to make me hate myself. I was struggling to convince myself that it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for what happened. I can’t help how my body feels either. These are things I can’t control. Why should I feel guilty? But guilty I did feel, and I think it was because no matter how much I try to hate my family for what they did to me, my hatred can’t erase the pleasure I didn’t want to feel. But my brother and sister had opened a door inside me only meant for me to open. There’s no closing it once it’s open. There was a carnality in me I couldn’t erase. A healthy individual would have opened the door gradually, but my siblings had knocked it down and thrown me across the threshold against my will. Because of them, I could never separate my pleasure from my guilt. From this day forward, every sexual experience I might have would be doomed to suffer a mix of ecstasy and guilt. Because of them, sexual pleasure became shameful. And shame would become a substitute for pleasure. All I could do was submit.
I turned my eyes to the floor, avoiding my mother’s lustful gaze, and began to strip off my clothes.
“Good girl,” I heard my mom whisper.
As my panties fell around my ankles, my stark nakedness dominating my own field of vision, mom got up and walked around me, inspecting my body, caressing my hips and shoulders. I could feel her breath on my neck as she positioned herself behind me, one hand adjusting my hair, the other hand massaging my stomach. I shivered as mom caressed my neck with her lips, then nibbled on my ear. Her hand inched down my stomach. An involuntary wetness began forming between my thighs. God, I just wanted to die right there in the kitchen.
“You’re such a beautiful girl Lizzy,” mom whispered into my ear. “I should have done this sooner, but things were different with Zack and Cassie. But none of that matters. You’re the one I’ve been waiting for the longest. And now I finally have you.” Mom’s expert hand slipped between my thighs, finding my clit and pressing it with the tip of her fingers. My abdomen quivered with the sudden and unexpected intensity of the sensation. Mom chuckled in response to my involuntary reaction.
“That’s it. Don’t fight it or force it. Just let it happen.” Like Hell I will. Or so I thought at least. But my body was beyond my full control. Mom suddenly reached down with her hand, bending her fingers up and probing the freshly-violated folds of my pussy. I gasped with involuntary pleasure. My own mother was working my body into a sexual frenzy.
“Yeah, suck it.” My eyes darted up to see Zack standing in the doorway with his jeans around his ankles, Cassie slowly inching her mouth around our brother’s sizable cock. They were getting off to what mom was doing to me.
Mom suddenly spun me around to face her, pushing me up against the counter top, and knelt down in front of me. Suddenly, I could feel the heat of mom’s breath on my clit as she brought her tongue up and parted my pussy lips with a quick flick of her tongue. The sensation was so new and intense to me, I couldn’t figure out how to react. A sudden squeal escaped my lips. The sound apparently urging her on, mom responded by rapidly alternating between sucking on my clit and flicking it roughly with her tongue. My knees shook in response.
“Oh fuck yes!” The sudden noise made me turn my head to see that Zack no longer had his thick cock in our sister’s mouth. Instead, Cassie had lowered her top and was holding up her gorgeous D cup tits as Zack was thrusting his cock between them, Cassie lapping casually at Zack’s member as he thrust the head of his prick at her face.
As I continued to watch Zack titfuck my voluptuous sister, I suddenly felt mom shove three fingers into my pussy. My knees gave a little, and mom pushed against me to maintain our balance. I felt a pressure somewhere deep in my gut. I had felt that pressure before when fingering myself in front of some dirty old man on webcam a few times before, but this felt stronger than that. Keeping my eyes glued to my brother and sister, I could feel the pressure building and building inside me until I was ready to burst. Zack suddenly turned his gaze on me, our eyes locked in place. Responding to the intense vulnerability of our eye contact, I felt my abdomen begin to quiver. There was no mistaking it. I was cumming. And hard. Harder than I had ever achieved on my own at that point. As my muscles spasmed and my pussy muscles convulsed against my mother’s mouth, Zack began ramming Cassie’s tits almost twice as fast as before. As my body finally stiffened and began to release me from my incestuous orgasm, Zack’s thrusting hit a sudden crescendo and he abruptly pulled back from Cassie, cock in hand, let out a loud pussy-wettening groan, and sent several hot strands of cum shooting onto Cassie’s exposed tits and face. She graciously opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, trying desperately to catch some of Zack’s seed in her mouth. She succeeded in catching a few strands and proceeded to close her luscious lips around Zack’s load, swallowing it and opening her mouth to show Zack how much she had enjoyed the taste of his cum.
Waves of guilt washed over me as I realized what we had all just done. It also didn’t help that I had wondered for a brief moment if Cassie’s luscious lips would be more talented between my thighs than mom’s. At this point, I was wholly convinced that if there really was a Hell, that we were all gonna burn there for eternity.
Everything is so fucked up…
