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By: Phil Phantom

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Shauna needed a rubber band for her pony tail and the kitchen junk drawer was a good place to find one. Enroute, she remembered that she
was in bra and panties and her fifteen-year-old son was playing hooky from school feigning a stomach ache. She could hear him in the kitchen,
just around the corner. It would not be the first time he saw her that way, but it had been a while. She stopped panty and bra walk-thrus right about
the time he entered puberty, right about the time she noticed skimpy attire gave him erections. "Oh well," she thought, "one more time won’t
hurt."

Shauna didn’t think about the particular bra and panties she had on. Since she last padded about the house in a set, she had switched to ultra
shear and tiny. The bra lent no support, had no elastic, no under-wire, catches or clasps, and was see-thru - very see-thru. The panties matched
and could almost be wadded up and stuffed into a thimble - the next best thing to not wearing panties. The items were a catalog purchase and
marketed as Air Underwear - the next best thing to no underwear.

Shauna forgot she had on Air Underwear until she saw the look on her son’s face. When she saw that, she mentally went, "Oh fuck!"

She had good reason to go, "Oh fuck!" Shauna had 36-Ds that needed some support and direction. They weren’t Nanny udders, more like
breasts that a doctor at some time advised, "Shauna, the human breast was never meant to be severely bound, or used to support the entire
weight of the body, certainly not the nipples. By the time you’re in your mid-thirties, you will have lost most of your supporting and shaping
ligature, and you nipples, if you still have nipples, will be as long as a finger."

More than needing shaping and direction, his mother’s breasts needed nipple suppresser/concealers. Her nipples were elongated (not like
her finger but very much like an infant’s thumb) and dark red against creamy white. To say they stood out is an understatement. They stood out
and pointed out. One pointed toward the distant floor as though saying, "LOOK - a mouse!" The other pointed slightly up as though saying, "Up in
the sky - it’s a bird - it’s a plane - it’s...it’s..."

If that weren’t enough, each responded differently to temperature and arousal through a wide range of degrees of stiffness which pointed the
nipple in a wide variety of directions. When she laid on her back and had her clittie tickled while cool air wafted across one freshly suckled
nipple, the two nipples appeared to be searchlights scanning the ceiling for enemy bombers. Air Bras were not designed for nipples that keep
pointing things out. Fifteen-year-old boys find that very distracting.

And if that weren’t enough, and equally distracting, Shauna had a most unusual crotch. Most women who are a bit on the thin side have thighs
that don’t touch even when standing with heels together, but Shauna had thighs a boy could pass his fist through even at the very top. If she were
standing, heels together, freshly fucked with yucky inner thighs, and a boy needed to steal some money off her vanity table, if he were slow and
careful, he might be able to slip his hand between her upper thighs, grab a few quarters, then pull his fist out undetected and dry...IF he didn’t get
too greedy.

She also had a full vagina. Shauna needed a wide crotch for her vagina. Her type vagina needed room to spread out and breathe. This was
no little girl pussy, no slit in the crotch, this was a cunt, a man-eating cunt. Her husband, a big man, could insert his hand, make a fist, then carry
her around like a lunch pail. He liked doing that.

Yes, Shauna had a big, fat cunt, and it could be loose and baggy, but she could make her cunt suck a Popcicle to the stick. She liked doing
that. She could also hold in a fistful of heavy, one-inch diameter, steel balls while doing housework or shopping. She received no real pleasure
from doing that, but trying to keep those balls was great exercise that helped her prevent a nasty fall on those nights when she was a lunch pail.

Shauna had a remarkable, well-developed cunt, but her son had no idea. All he could see was that she had a big one with a bunch of stuff in
the crack and something most odd. She had two small patches of thick pubic hair on the mound and that was it. Nowhere else, and those
patches were a razor’s width apart about the size of a half-dollar, and the hair on each was braided. It was almost like a little black girl ran into
his mother’s beaver and got her head stuck. Had all the surrounding skin been black, that is exactly what it would look like, but all of Shauna’s
skin was creamy white - no tan lines.

She was also a beautiful woman. She took care of herself. She exercised. She ate right. She brushed her long brown hair, slowly and
deliberately. She painted her nails - fingers and toes - and wore a bright red matching lipstick - always. Her legs never had any stubble, and they
were very well-cared for - a little thin for some men, but sexy for most. Shauna maintained her body to suit her husband’s tastes and applied
herself to that task as though her only function in life were to look after the master’s female body - or lunch pail.

In Buck’s castle he was king and all others were subjects. There was no queen, no spouse, no wife. There was the king. The king had two
subjects. One was called Cunt and the other Runt. He didn’t often call them that, but when he did, more often than not, he was unbuckling his belt.
The king had absolute dominion. Cunt had dominion over Runt. The subjects faced each other in the kitchen with only Air Underwear between
the king’s female body and the lowliest subject’s wide eyes.

Thinking quickly, Shauna pretended she had regular cotton briefs and a padded support bra on and pretended the year was 1997 and not
1999. As casually as she could manage, she said, "Rod, I need a rubber band for my hair. Do you know where any are? I’m looking for a thick
one about an inch in diameter.......Rodney...Rodney, stop gawking at me that way. You’ve seen me in my underwear before....Rodney, stop that."

Shauna wanted to back out of there so badly, or cross her legs, or shield her breasts, or do both while backing out. This was not 1997, and
that was not a thirteen-year-old boy, and Air Underwear lived up to its claim as evidenced by Rodney’s points of stare.

This was quite unnerving, especially the crotch stare, but Shauna refused to cow under his intense vaginal gaze by clamping her thighs, or
turning to her side, or bringing a hand down. She stood her ground with one hand on her hip and said, "Do you know where a rubber band like
that is or don’t you?...Rod, stop that. I am your mother. I should be able to walk about this house in the nude and not get stared at like that by my
own son...Rodney, answer me! Do you or don’t you?"

Without looking up from her crotch, Rodney said, "There should be some in the bottom drawer right behind you."

The bottom drawer right behind Shauna was their bulk supply drawer: light bulbs, napkins, paper plates. There were no rubber bands in that
drawer. He knew that; she knew that. Then again, looking for one would require her to turn around and bend over - cunning little bastard.

Shauna thought about ignoring him and going straight to the junk drawer where she was sure she’d find one, but then thought, "Fuck it. Why
not give the kid a cheap thrill. I showed him this much....But if I did that, he would think I was doing this on purpose. He knows that I know where
the rubber bands are. Then again, he probably thinks I came into the kitchen in my Air Underwear on purpose. He thinks I’m teasing him. So
what. Who says a mother can’t tease a boy. Serves him right for playing hooky. He wants to see my ass. I’ll show him my ass."

With that thought in mind, she turned, moved to the set of drawers, stood with her feet better than shoulder-width apart and bent low from the
waist. Air Panties come with a warning not to ever do that or the material will flatten against the vulva and become totally transparent. Not really,
but they should have.

Shauna thought she was showing her partially panty-covered ass, but she was showing her pussy, the whole damn thing. Air Panties should
also come with a warning to never shave the hair off the labia lips as hair, even a little bit of hair, helps keep the Miracle Air Panty Fabric away
from moist tissue which renders MAPF invisible on contact - kinda like tissue paper. Shauna had no lip hair, not even a tiny stubble, and the puffy
lips were still moist from the shave.

Shauna rummaged in the drawer confident that she was really showing Rodney. She took pleasure imagining the look on his face until she felt
breath on her inner thighs. There it was again. No, he couldn’t be that close - could he? She looked back between her feet. He could be. He was.
He was on his knees, and his knees was at the back of her heels. That was close. That was quiet.

Shauna fought the urge to stand, whip around, confront him, threaten him with the king’s belt, then watch him cower and slink away like a mutt
with its tail between its legs. The urge was strong but so was her curiosity. What the hell was he doing? Looking, sure, but you don’t need to get
that close. She kept rummaging with her mind between her legs. She felt every waft of warm moist air and heard every slow intake through the
nose, and then it dawned like a mushy shit pie in the face:

HE’S SNIFFING MY CROTCH!

Shauna’s heart ran wildly as she pondered their present circumstance:

My son is sniffing me like a dog, and I am holding a position like a bitch offering herself up for sniffing.

A part of Shauna wanted to quickly stand and set Rodneystraight:

There has been a terrible misunderstanding here. You misread my intent. I did not mean to play Rover and the bitch. I was just teasing.
Honest.

Another part deeper down said, "HOLD STILL, BITCH!"

Shauna listened to that deep down voice though she knew better. The trouble was, that voice sounded so much like the king’s voice in manner
and tone. Her nasty beast was a good mimic. Resisting an order from the king just wasn’t in her nature. Her will to serve the king was
overwhelming, even his voice that did not come to her through her ears.

She held still like a bitch. The sniffing became even more obvious, and obvious as hell when the tip of his nose actually contacted the
dead-center core of her sex, lightly, and just for a second, but it did make contact; after all, with Air Panties, it’s the next best thing to no panties.

Seconds later, his right cheek made a light contact with the bare flesh of her lower-right ass cheek. A few seconds later, she felt a left contact,
then another nose touch, then both cheeks together. More nose touches followed until the nose remained in contact and soon became nestled in
the wet groove. That kept both cheeks in contact as well. That kept his forehead in contact. Ironically, when her intent had been to show him her
ass, the boy was now blinded by ass, clearly a failure to communicate.

This situation was absurd - obscene and absurd. Shauna wasn’t even rummaging, just holding onto the edges of the drawer, holding steady
while her son sniffed her pussy. The hot air coming straight from his lungs went right over her clit. The clit, already excited, became like a wild
animal trapped by a hind leg. She couldn’t speak; she couldn’t move. Her higher self demanded she do both. Her lower self just kept saying,
"HOLD STILL, BITCH! AND DON’T SAY A FUCKIN’ WORD...CUNT!"

The longer Shauna held still and didn’t say a fuckin’ word, the bolder Rodney became. With every intake of air through the nose, he seemed to
become more intoxicated from the fumes. His face pressed in tighter; his nose burrowed deeper; his forward push had Shauna’s head braced
against the second drawer down. Shauna never had anyone get drunk on her vaginal fumes before. As meticulous as she was about vaginal
hygiene, she didn’t think she had fumes. If her pussy were an alcoholic beverage, it would be labeled 3.2 beer or near beer. Her son could not
hold his liqueur. Already, Rodney was in no condition to drive, but he was driving her head into the drawer.

He got worse. His hands slid up the fronts of both legs and then pulled, then pulled hard. With the pressure now off her head, Shauna went
limp and hung almost double, her head now down near her calves which brought more pussy around for Rodney to bury his face in. He could now
stick his head in a bucket of beer. She could now look up and see, and what she saw was her son munching on her crotch, taking big mouthfuls
of pussy and panties - drunk as a skunk, high on pie, loopy on...on...whatever. The boy was chowing down and invalidating the warranty on a very
expensive pair of panties.

Shauna had been eaten before, but never like this. He hadn’t even used his tongue, yet. He was eating pussy. He had his lips over his teeth,
but he was chewing, munching, eating pussy. He obviously took the term literally. Maybe he didn’t know any better. That was quite possible.
Shauna couldn’t think of any girl that might have corrected him. A guy might say, "Hey, Rod, do you eat pussy?" Rodney would puff up and say,
"Fuck yeah I eat pussy. I eat pussy all the time. I love eating pussy. When I eat a girl’s pussy, she knows her pussy is being eaten."

Shauna knew her pussy was being eaten, but she wasn’t about to correct him. Number one, she couldn’t very well stop him and say, "No son,
use your lips and tongue. Pull the crotch of my panties aside and lick the slit. Stick your tongue up the hole then wiggle it around. Suck on the clit.
The clit is that skinless rodent trying to escape. Eat it."

And two, she kinda liked the way he ate pussy. Yes, his method was a bit painful, but pain and sexual arousal went well together. Pain coming
from an aroused pussy was a different kind of pain, welcome pain. If she were to tell him anything it would be to bare his teeth and eat it right.

Rodney just got drunker and drunker. His hands slid up higher and his thumbs caught in the waist band of the MAPF. There went the warranty.
There went the panties, but now he had a naked cunt to wallow in. The boy was famished and he had just eaten a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich. More and more, he forgot to cover his fangs until he just didn’t give a fuck. He nibbled, bit, and chewed. The pain became
excruciating. Shauna became delirious. He caught that rodent and tried to eat it. That made Shauna’s eyes cross, her toes curl, her knuckles turn
white, and damn near have an orgasm.

Shauna’s eyes were still crossed and her vision clouded. She didn’t see him stand, center his cock at her hole, but did feel his cock slither all
the way in. When she realized that a mother fucker had her by the hips, she sprang up and banged her head on the cabinet front - actually, the
handle of drawer number two. That hurt. That wasn’t a pleasant hurt. That really hurt, but it took her mind off of getting mother fucked.

Shauna didn’t want to be mother fucked. She never counted on being mother fucked, or being the mother of a mother fucker, and now she
was too far forward to stand straight and do anything about it. Rodney already was a mother fucker, and she would forever be his mother, and
she was being fucked...by Rodney.

She could not unfuck this situation anymore than she could get toothpaste back in the tube or mend a ripped pair of Air Panties. In fact, she
had to lower her head to keep it from getting banged on the in thrusts. Her head ended up back between her calves and she was once again
looking up at her snatch, only now, a dick was fucking it and the cutest set of pink, wrinkled balls were swinging with the rhythm.

Shauna never saw fucking this way before. She never looked at incest this way before. This put incest in a whole new light. Incest, when
viewed from below, was quite a beautiful sight. A mother’s pussy and a son’s dick go so well together. How could anything so beautiful be
wrong. Birds do it; bees do it; dogs do it all the time. Even some of the higher primates are known to do it. Why not human mothers and sons? At
least some. She and Rodney were clearly a perfect match.

Shauna became fascinated with the sight. She loved looking at her vulgar pussy, and she loved looking at cute dicks. Why had she never
thought of seeing them together like this, and this was the only way to see the two right - standing, bent low, and pulled into a tight curl. She
wrapped her arms around her upper thighs and pulled herself into a tight curl. She could lick his nuts, but that might distract him.

Rodney used the longest strokes he could, so she got to see most of his dick. He had a very nice dick, not a big dick, but big for a boy his
age. Most impressive about his dick was the rigidity and arch, like a strung bow. He also had a big head, a mushroom head like a fireman’s hat.
She could feel that head very well and see it when he pulled out too far. Shauna never fucked a dick with a head like that. She wished all dicks
had a head like that. She wished her husband had a dick with a head like that. If dogs had dicks with a head like that, she’d fuck them. Dick size
wasn’t important, but head size and shape was.

Technique was important, too. Rodney had great technique - long strokes - in fast, out slow - SLAM, draaaaw, SLAM, draaaaw. He made all
six inches count. Shauna had screwed men with ten inches who only used half in their strokes. They may as well be fucking with a five-inch dick.
As fucks go, Shauna had no complaints...except one, and she hated to bring it up, but Rodney didn’t look like he would last much longer. His
strokes were now more a SLAM, draaw, SLAM, draaw. Something had to be said.

When the strokes became SLAM, draw, Shauna said, "Rodney, I’m not on the pill. You’ll have to pull out when you ejaculate."

Rodney gripped tighter and fucked harder - not a good sign. Shauna said, "Rodney, sweetheart. I know you don’t want to, but this is not a
good time to be taking chances."

Rodney upped the tempo. The little mother fucker was driving drunk. Shauna raised her tone, saying, "Rodney, you could get me pregnant if
you don’t pull out..."

[SLAM, DRAW, SLAM, DRAW]

"OH SHIT!...Rodney...god damn you! Rodney, you little fucker, stop! RODNEY, YOU STOP FUCKING ME THIS INSTANT! PULL OUT, DAMN
YOU!...oh, god damnit...Son of a bitch...You asshole...Jesus Christ. I can’t believe you’re doing this. I hope you’re proud of yourself. I wish I could
tell your father what you just did....All right, now pull out and let me go. I have to go wash this out right away. I mean it, Rodney. Every second
counts. Rodney......Rodney."

Rodney had a death grip on her hip bones and had her pushed forward. She wasn’t going anywhere and neither was he. They were locked up
like a couple of street mutts. Fuck dripped off his nuts and landed in her face. Shauna felt defiled and now knew why she never looked up at
fucking before.

She also came to realize that Rodney wasn’t just after a cum-in-the-pussy fuck. He wanted to knock her up. Her higher self was appalled. Her
lower self said, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU DUMB CUNT! THAT BOY AIN’T DONE FUCKIN’ YOU. HE’LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN HE’S
DONE. UNTIL HE IS, YOU HOLD THAT GOD DAMN CUNT STILL. YOU’RE RIGHT. HE IS A SON OF A BITCH. NOW KEEP YOUR BITCH
MOUTH SHUT."

Shauna’s lower self was usually a beast of few words, mostly two:

DO IT. The beast had a lot to say this time, and the beast was right. Rodney wasn’t done; she was a dumb cunt; and Rodney was the son of a
two-legged bitch with a big mouth.

His dick never did go soft. He just unstrung the bow. When Shauna held steady and stopped mouthing off, he eased off on his grip and began
an easy stroke, more of a stirring of the fertility soup, but that stirring gradually put the string back on his bow. When that happened, they were
fucking again, only this fucking was sloppy, yucky, noisy, slippery, slimy, sucky-fucky screwing, the type she remembered from fucking in the
back seats of cars with young studs like Rodney - double fucking.

Shauna loved double fucking - two fucks in a row with no pull-out - and the best part of double fucking was the second part, the sloppy
seconds part. Shauna always pictured the second fuck as pissing all those first sperms off, making them madder than hell, like a stirred-up
hornet’s nest. All that pounding and buffeting would drive them into a frenzy. Mobs of angry sperm would go in search of a defenseless egg,
kicking in doors, dragging out old lady eggs, stomping on puppy eggs - THERE SHE IS! GET ER BOYS!

Raw double fucking was exciting stuff to a girl taking a big risk, and doing it with Rodney was an unthinkable risk. How could she not get
excited when she could feel all those sperm getting angry.

Shauna returned to watching incest from below, resuming her tight curl, now cautious of falling objects. There wasn’t much danger while
fucking was in progress. Much of the mess ran down her legs and what slithered down his nut sack got slung. She licked at what ran down her
legs and the odds of another hit in the eye were very slim.

Another nice thing about youthful double fucking was the young tend to go off too fast the first time, but they last much longer the second.
String the two together and you end of with one long fuck sure to bring any female to orgasm. Shauna could feel her first building rapidly. The
trouble was, she didn’t want Rodney to know she was having one, or enjoying this assault. This was rape and it was best she leave it at that.
Orgasms and rape don’t go together well.

Hiding her orgasm wasn’t as difficult as Shauna thought it would be because Rodney was so into what he was doing, he paid no attention to
her stifled moans or internal muscle spasms. She couldn’t get any wetter, so that didn’t give her away. She got in three good ones before he
went for his nut. This time, she didn’t say shit. She didn’t say shit as he prepared to flood her flooded womb. She didn’t say shit as he flooded
her womb, and she didn’t say shit afterward, nor did she try to get away, or move from her position after easing out of her curl and just hanging
limp from the waist.

Rodney soon found that he didn’t need to hold her at all. Like a free-range mare, she was broke. Like riding a bicycle with no hands, he stood
with his dick still in her while getting his breath. His dick now spongy was still hard enough to serve well as a pussy plug owing mostly to the
enlarged head - and the unaware fact that his mother clung to that head like a steel ball. For several awkward minutes he just stood there and let
her womb soak in sperm, surprised that she wasn’t saying shit; then again, the damage was done the first time. Still, he was surprised at how
passive she was - like a really well-balanced bicycle.

Rodney didn’t know if she was pissed, crying, or in heavenly bliss. He didn’t much care as long as she didn’t fight him or rat on him. He was
curious, though. After four minutes of soaking and she still hadn’t said or done anything, Rodney reached down and pulled her up. Once up, he
slid his two hands under the bra and made a living bra of his hands. She didn’t fight that, either, and she was still plugged. He was rough with her
tits, squeezing them hard, pinching and twisting the nipples, trying to evoke a response from her. He got a few ahhs and groans out of her, but
she didn’t say shit.

Rodney was thinking he really broke her good. This was a far cry from the wild horse he always knew. You couldn’t grab that horse by the tits
and you could flat forget fucking it. A kid could get stomped to death just trying. Rodney didn’t feel like a kid anymore. He felt like a horse rustler
and wild bronk buster. He wasn’t sure what he did right, but after a wild ride, he found himself still sitting on a horse - well, standing behind it with
his dick in it. That was even better.

Shauna finally said, "Rodney, you raped me."

"I know, but you had it coming."

"No one has rape coming, especially not a mother."

"I say you had it coming, and I’m the rapist. I should know."

"Rodney, you’re hurting my breasts."

"I know. I’m still raping you, can’t you tell? I still have my dick in your pussy. When I pull my dick out of your pussy, you’ll know your rape is over. I
might just fuck you some more."

Shauna let this go unchallenged and endured more tit abuse; after all, she was still being raped. He also reached down and abused her clit.
He did all he could to let her know that she was still being raped. Shauna suffered beautifully but he only saw suffering. She had an orgasm but
he only saw intense suffering. Shauna began to see the possibility of her first ever triple fuck. The bow was rising. Stoic suffering made the bow
rise, but twenty minutes of good suffering didn’t quite get it there. Rodney finally gave up whipping a dead pony and climbed down. The
thoroughly broke pony went to the bathroom cupping its pussy.

They didn’t speak for most of the day. Shauna gave him cold looks, but not too cold. He was sorry, but not too sorry. At four in the afternoon, a
half hour before his father was due home, Rodney came and sat beside Shauna on the sofa. She was thumbing through ads and clipping
coupons. He sat very close, thigh to thigh, and placed his hand lightly on her thigh on bare flesh. Without looking, Shauna reached, pinched the
wrist, and set the hand in his lap, letting it go like a dead mouse.

Rodney said, "Are you going to tell Dad?"

"I should."

"But are you going to?"

"No, he’d probably side with you and say I had it coming. He certainly wouldn’t buy rape. I’m sure he thinks I can handle you and could have
prevented that just because I’m a little bigger than you. He doesn’t realize how much stronger a boy is over a woman pound for pound. I don’t
think he realizes how strong you are and how determined you can be, or how bold you can be. I think you could rape a woman almost twice my
size as long as she weren’t a masculine type of woman."

The hand returned, this time firmly. Shauna tried to lift it but couldn’t. She tried prying fingers from her flesh but couldn’t. Actually, she could
have quite easily. She had a height, weight, and strength advantage over him, but he believed she couldn’t. Her effort felt real, a good try for a
girl. Shauna gave up because she had no choice. He relaxed his grip and slid the hand higher, tempting her to try again. She didn’t bother, so he
sent his hand into her pulpy crotch.

In frustration, Shauna set her papers aside and looked to Rodney while he played with her pussy. He slipped in under another set of Air
Panties and had a finger in her hole as she said, "Haven’t you done enough?"

"If you’re not going to tell and you can’t stop me, I can do whatever I want. Right now, I feel like playing with your cunt."

"Must you be so vulgar?"

"I like being vulgar. You don’t like that word, do you, CUNT?"

"Don’t call me that. That’s a disgusting word and a terrible thing to call a woman, especially the woman who gave birth to you."

"I like that word and I like calling you a cunt. From now on, that’s what I’m calling you...CUNT. What do you think of that...CUNT!"

"Fine, call me what you want, but I’d like to see you call me that in front of your father."

"I’m no dummy. I’ll just call you a cunt when it’s just you and me, and it’ll be just you and me for the next ten days. Spring break starts Friday,
and I’m going to be sick tomorrow. Ten whole days, CUNT, just you and me most of the time. If today was a bad day to get cum in your cunt, I’ll
bet tomorrow will be worse, and the next day even worse. What would be the very worst day?"

"I’m not telling. I think what you’re doing is awful."

"You think knocking you up is awful?"

"You’re my son, Rodney. We’re related, Rodney. I don’t believe in abortions, Rodney. I am married, Rodney. Yes, I think what you’re doing is
awful. You make me feel like a bitch that is being bred to her own offspring."

"You are a bitch being bred to her own offspring. I’m breeding you. Can’t you tell?"

"Yes, I could tell. You made that fact glaringly obvious. Forcing me to soak in your seed while suffering your torments was a good way of letting
me know you plan to rape me with impunity and force a pregnancy on me. I’m not dense. You don’t need to spell it out. I understand you body
language perfectly, especially when a part of your body remains inside a part of my body long after intercourse. That’s why I said you made me
feel like a bitch that is being bred to her own offspring. When dogs mate, they get hung up following ejaculation. That’s what it felt like."

Rodney was tickled pink with her responses and acceptance. Emboldened, he switched hands, turned on his side, and used the hand that
had been back-handing her twat to pull the hem up out of the way so that he could see what the other hand was doing. The other hand had a
direct shot, and after freeing the tie of the panties at her hip, they weren’t in the way. Shauna made protests all through this operation but didn’t
hinder him in any way, and when he pushed the knees wide apart, she left them that way.

Now, they looked on her pussy getting fingered fucked with two middle fingers, going in to the palm and being drawn fully out to run over other
vaginal terrain before plunging deep again. Shauna just sat there, limp and dispassionate, doing a good job of concealing how this really felt.
She applied just enough vaginal pressure to make him think she was tight, like she did on his dick. Rodney wasn’t trying to turn her on. He was
simply amusing himself at her expense. That just happened to turn her on a whole bunch. Hiding this orgasm would be a bitch.

After a few minutes of silent play, Rodney stopped running his fingers all over the place and just kept them inside giving Shauna a pleasant
internal massage - and just in time. While staring at his slimy fingers going in and out, he said, "I’m going to knock this cunt up good. You’ll
probably get your ass whipped good when Dad sees your belly rise. Wouldn’t that be the shits? You get raped by your son, knocked up by your
son, then get your ass whipped for being a cheating whore."

"Is that why you’re doing this, so I’ll get my ass whipped?"

"I’ll like that, but mostly I want Dad to think you’re a cheating whore, one that don’t even use a rubber or make her loverboy pull out. He’ll wail
your ass while he’s thinking about you going ‘FUCK ME! FUCK ME! CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY!’ No, cum in my cunt. That’s what a cheating
whore would say. He’ll picture you crying out, ‘CUM IN MY CUNT, OH YES, CUM IN MY CUNT!’"

"He knows I would never say that because I don’t use that term."

"Not with him, but you do when you fuck other guys. I’ll tell him I heard you say that. He’ll believe me. He’ll wail your ass good, and I’ll probably
get to watch."

Shauna was glad he was still giving her womb a massage because his words alone were almost enough to trigger an orgasm. She looked
horrified and that made the little devil smile and say, "I want to hear you call this gash between your legs a cunt."

"No! I will not use that term, ever."

Rodney got her by the clit and twisted hard. At the same time, he pursed his fingers on his wet other hand and shoved his hand in. Shauna
made a terrific show of intense agony, lifting her ass high, supported only by feet and shoulders, crying out, "OHGOD!"

He got in and made a fist, but Shauna would not let him pull that fist out. He tried. He wanted to fist fuck her. He settled for womb punching her
and clit twisting while saying, "Say, please stop fist fucking my cunt, Rodney."

Shauna grimaced and groaned out, "Please stop fist fucking my cunt, Rodney."

Rodney relaxed the twist but said, "Fuck you," and kept on fist fucking her cunt. He then said, "Now say, please don’t knock up my cunt,
Rodney?"

"Please don’t knock up my cunt, Rodney."

"Say, I like the way you fist fuck my cheating whore cunt."

"I like the way you fist fuck my cheating whore cunt."

"Say, I love the way you fuck my cunt."

"I love the way you fuck my cunt."

"Now say, I love it when you cum in my cunt."

"I love it when you cum in my cunt."

He gave her clit a hard twist while saying, "You want to be bred like a bitch to your own offspring, don’t you?"

"YES...Oh god, please stop hurting my cunt! My cunt hurts so bad.

You’re killing my cunt, my cunt, my cunt, my poor cunt."

Rodney stopped punching but kept his hand in a fist, allowing her to relax and settle to the cushions. Together, they looked at the cunt
clenched around his wrist. He now wore his mother like a boxing glove, a mommy mitten. He thought that was really neat. He sure showed her.
Shauna thought that was really neat, too. She sure showed him. He said, "See how easy it is, now. What is this nasty gash between your legs?"

"My cunt."

"What are you going to call it from now on?"

"My cunt."

"What will you answer to from now on?"

"Cunt."

"And when I’m fucking your cunt and you see I’m about to cum, what will you beg me to do?"

"I’ll beg you to cum in my cunt."

"You better, and when Dad asks you if you ever said those words, you won’t try to lie, will you?"

"No, he’ll know if I’m lying. He always knows."

"You’re going to get your ass whipped good, aren’t you?"

"Yes, it looks that way. Rodney, your father will be walking in that door pretty soon. Don’t you think you’ve made your point."

"We have ten minutes. He never gets here before four thirty; besides, I’ll hear his truck. I want to see your tits. I didn’t get a good look at them
from behind."

"Rodney, please."

Rodney twisted the clit and Shauna began undoing buttons. She soon had her tits out and Rodney had something else to tease and torment.
Shauna was surprised that he never said anything about how sloppy wet her cunt was. Then again, he may think that was the natural state of a
vagina. He never felt hers when it wasn’t sloppy gooey, and in all likelihood, her vagina was his first. Rodney wasn’t exactly popular with the girls.
Most girls would not get gooey between the legs over Rodney. He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t smart or athletic and he was a loner who only wore
black. His best friend was his computer and his favorite pastime was cruising the Internet with the Dungeon and Dragons mob.

Rodney tormented tits until he heard the pickup truck. Shauna had to hurry and get straight. Rodney left the house as his father entered. He
had a paper route that he was running late for. Buck took one look at his wife, half lying on the couch with a blissful look on her face, the kind she
gets after sex or being a lunch pail. He came over and said, "Who’d you fuck?"

"You’ll never guess."

"I don’t want to guess. Who did you fuck?"

"He passed you on your way in."

"Rodney...you fucked Rodney!"

"Your son raped me, Buck. I have been raped and molested thoroughly. That boy is a mother fucker and he wants to knock me up so you’ll
whip my ass for being a cheating whore. He wants to watch a good ass whipping. Evidently, hearing them isn’tenough."

Buck plopped into his easy chair and swiveled it to face Shauna.

He just looked at her and said, "Rodney?"

"Rodney."

"What the hell brought this on?"

"He skipped school today, pretending to have a stomach ache. I forgot he was here and came into the kitchen in bra andpanties."

"Air Underwear?"

"That’s all I have, now, but I forgot. I honestly forgot, but I remembered just as soon as I saw the look on his face."

"I can imagine. What I can’t imagine is how he could rape you."

"Well, I had to help."

Smiling, Buck said, "How was it?"

"Ummm, he rapes me so good, Buck, and he molests me even better. This nasty gash between my legs is now a cunt and I answer to the
term, CUNT. Between Rodney and I, CUNT is now a term of endearment that means the same as Mom."

"You had to put that idea in his head."

"I swear, I didn’t. He did that all on his own and I put up stiff resistance. I damn near got my clit twisted off before I caved in and became his
CUNT with a cunt between my legs. That boy knows how to bend an abstinent bitch to his will. He is fucking amazing, Buck. I don’t know what
he’s been reading off the Internet, but he certainly knows his shit. Someone told him about fist-fucking a bitch. I’m seriously thinking of letting him
knock me up and carrying the kid to term. What do you think? Do you want to go for it?"

"And keep it?"

"We can decide that nine months from now. I think I might if the baby looks normal."

"Yeah, but suppose you bring a little monster into the world?

Could you live with that?"

"Those odds are extremely remote. That happens from constant in-breeding. I’m sure our baby will be fine. Just think of the possibilities,
though, Buck. He’s good, very good, and he’ll give it to me as rough as I want it. He’s into that shit. He wants to see me suffer, but I know he’d
never do me any lasting harm."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because he doesn’t want to get busted. You’ll see any lasting evidence. He can’t draw blood or do anything that leaves scars; and besides,
he knows he can only push me so far. He keeps testing his limits. I can rein him in whenever I want. He isn’t even close to my level of tolerance.
You just need to keep being you. He’s worried about you and he thinks I’m scared to death of you."

"Have you thought about the monster we’re raising and what effect this will have on him."

"Yes, I think this will have a very positive effect. Rodney was only difficult and cruel to animals before he found a good outlet. I think the trash he
finds on the Internet provides a vent for him. This will serve as an even better vent. I may just get a loving and affectionate child out of this
between sessions of venting. I’m all for that."

"And when he leaves the nest and loses his vent?"

"By then he’ll know he needs a woman like me for a mate. He’ll know he’s a chip off the old block. We have three or four years to work with
him, Buck. We didn’t create this monster, he was born a monster. We can help tame the beast within him. We can also educate his mate. He just
needs to pick one who likes rough treatment. He needs a yin to his yang just as I am a yin to your yang."

"Well, I can be me. If you’re sure you want to do this, let’s do it."

"All the way?"

"All the way, but I don’t want to see any marks or I’m busting somebody. I’m serious, Shauna. I won’t have it. If you don’t rein that boy in, I will.
Game’s over."

"I’ll rein, just don’t make an issue over redness, swelling, or teeth marks. He’s a biter."

"You know what I’m talking about. If he does something that requires a scab to heal, that’s it, no more. He also needs to learn restraint,
especially with the right yin. With some yins you have to carve them up, rub them down with salt, then drop them into a tub of iodine to make them
happy."

"Oh god, you’re going to make me cum."

"Shauna!"

"I was just kidding. Don’t worry, we’re cool. There won’t be any blood, salt, or iodine, I promise. I know what the sight of blood does to yangs.
Before we get anywhere near that stage, he’ll know. He’ll soon see blood the way vampires see sunlight. He’ll be a chip off the old block."

"You see that he does or I’ll sit him down myself. In fact, I think we should both sit him down when that time comes."

"When the time comes, I think that would be an excellent idea. That would make the strongest impression on him, and this game can’t go on
and on. We’ll play this for a while and play it his way, then we’ll all sit down together."

"How long?"

"I don’t know - a week, a month - not too long. I think being called cunt will get old after a month, and I’ll be damned if I’ll go too long letting him
have sex anytime he wants it. A week, I can handle. A month at the outside, I’m sure. After that, we’ll need to sit him down and set him straight,
but before that I’m sure I’ll be jerking a knot in his tail."

"Great! A week to a month would be perfect."

"Now, I have got to tell you about that rape. Oh, god was that good. There I was, standing before him as good as naked and he’s staring right
at my cunt, I mean staring, not even blinking, like he was saying, ‘Oh, you prick teasing whore.’ I swear, I never saw him give me that look before,
and it was that Air Underwear that brought it on. He saw me in Air Underwear and just knew I came in there to make his dick hard. It did look that
way, and then I felt like teasing him. I wanted to give him a good shot of my ass, bent way over, straight legs, feet wide. Picture that in Air
Underwear."

"Fuck - justifiable rape. Next case."

"He wasted no time. That little mother fucker came right up and..."

You know the rest, but she soon had Buck jacking off. When Rodney finished his paper route he entered the house timidly, not sure he hadn’t
been ratted on. He wasn’t sure until his father acted no differently. He was sure he hadn’t gone too far when his mother tried to avoid being in the
same room with him. He felt like a predator; she acted like prey. He liked that. He liked making her nervous. He was a cat; she was a mouse,
trapped in the same cage with him.

He loved watching her sweat. When he could, he placed a heavy paw on her and dug his claws in. He got his claws wet a lot. He got a boxing
glove for his paw a few times - quickies. One quickie went up her ass while he bent her over the sink and pushed her face in dirty dish water.
She made bubbles of protest as his fist plowed through her colon.

Shauna was one soupy-cunted bitch after Rodney arrived home. She couldn’t believe how perfect he was and for one so young and lacking
experience. He was a natural. That was the only explanation. Of course, she reasoned, Rodney wasn’t playing a role in a master/slave scenario.
To Rodney, this was real. He was just being himself, just as Buck was only good at being himself. Shauna was the only one good at playing a
role. In their home, only one person needed to.

Shauna could not have been happier and looked forward to Buck going off to work, for as soon as his truck was out of the driveway, her ass
was getting raped. She had been told countless times to expect it and to be naked on her back with her legs as wide as she could get them or
she’d pay the price. Each time Rodney made the threat, he punctuated that threat with a cunt, as in, "Do you understand that, CUNT?"

Each time he made a threat, Shauna cowed and swore she’d be ready. She implored him not to hurt her. She swore she’d be a good cunt, a
good fuck, and that she would beg for his cum deep in her cunt. She would then beg him not to hurt her, then he’d hurt her and make her beg
some more while he held her cunt in a death grip. Damn, he was good. Shauna could not wait to beg that boy for his cum. She was dying to give
him a responsive fuck like a cheating whore would. She swore to him that she would, and he could see that she meant it, and still she received
no mercy. The boy had to be a natural - had to be.

Thursday morning, Buck’s truck eased out of the driveway and Shauna shucked her nightie, laid back, spread wide, and watched the
bedroom door. To make the widest spread possible, she gripped her inner thighs from above and pulled. She had her legs bent, feet in the air,
and that cunt of hers was laid out and open like a filleted flounder. That was one hell of a rape invitation aimed right at the door a rapist might
come through.

One did and on seeing that presentation he smiled like he had a knife at her throat. The only thing Rodney could figure was that she sure
hated getting hurt. He wasn’t sure what she feared, whether it was his torments or his Dad’s belt, but something made her do that. She sure
didn’t want to be seen that way. No woman would, not even by her pussy doctor. Hardened porno sluts refused to get in poses like that. She
didn’t want to get raped, and she sure didn’t want to get knocked up. Whatever it was making her be this way, Rodney just prayed it would last
ten days.

Rodney just had to see one good ass whipping with a belt. He had to. He heard dozens, maybe a hundred, and jacked off to every one. The
crack of leather on soft flesh was sweet music to his ears. His father calling his mother a cunt was music to his ears. He just had to see a real
whipping, and he wanted to see her get the whipping of her life.

He had it all figured, too. He knew exactly what would do it. If his dad would whip the shit out of her for not paying a bill on time, he’d blister her
ass for getting knocked up and whoring around. He’d whip her fucking cunt bloody. Rodney stood at the foot of the bed, stared at that cunt, and
tried to picture it bloody- fuckin "A" - whip it good, Dad.

Rodney went to look out the window to make sure his dad didn’t forget something. When he returned, she still held that pose, still with that
worried look as he stripped out of his PJs. His bow was strung as he knee-walked into place. He ran the head through her cunt guts and then
looked into her face to say, "Are you ready to get raped, Cunt?"

"Yes, Rodney, and I’ll beg you to cum inside my cunt, just please don’t hurt me, okay?"

"I have to hurt you."

"Why, I’ll be a good cunt. I swear. I’ll fuck you like a cheating whore. I’ll make it good for you, Rodney. You don’t have to hurt me."

"If I don’t hurt you, it wouldn’t be rape. We’d just be fucking. That’s perverted; besides, if I didn’t hurt you, you might like it. That would be very
perverted. That would be sick. See why I have to hurt you? You don’t think I like hurting you, do you?"

She suffered through a hard pinching twist of her clit, then said, "Yes, I do."

"You think I like doing this,...this,...this,...and this?[SLAP]"

He twisted her clit, her right nipple, her left nipple, then hauled off and slapped her hard in the cunt. Shauna writhed and groaned in apparent
agony, then focused on him and tearfully said, "Yes."

He slapped her cunt again and said, "Do you think that makes my dick hard?"

Shauna hammed up her agony then said, "Yes?"

Rodney eased his dick into a bright red pussy and took up an easy stroke, a long stroke but easy. He watched his dick move in and out while
talking to her. He said, "Do you think I jacked off every time you got your ass whipped?"

"I do now."

"You’re right, I did. He hits hard, doesn’t he?"

"Yes, very hard."

"How hard do you think he’ll hit when he finds out what a slut you are and how you went and got yourself knocked up?"

"I don’t even want to think about it."

"Does he ever hit your cunt?"

"Yes, sometimes, and sometimes by accident."

The pace picked up. Shauna wanted to join in but he didn’t seem to want any help, like he enjoyed fucking her while she just laid there and
held herself open for it. He said, "He’ll whip your cunt on purpose for that one, won’t he?"

"I would think so since that’s the part that cheated."

"A belt to the cunt must really hurt."

"You have no idea how bad that hurts."

"He’ll wail the shit out of your tender cunt, won’t he?"

"Yes, he’ll be very angry."

Now he had a good steady pace as he said, "Are you going to try to weasel out of this cunt whipping?"

"No, I’m resigned to it."

"Why?"

"I see no way to avoid it. If I try to stop you from raping me, you’ll tell him I seduced you. You’re right, he’ll believe you. I’d get a cunt whipping
for that. I would rather he think I fucked ten other men than his own son."

"So, you’ll let him think you’re a whore."

"Yes. He would anyway if I turn up pregnant. If you keep raping me and cumming in my cunt, I will get pregnant. If not today, then tomorrow or
the next day. I may already be pregnant. You have ten days to get the job done. There’s no way you could fail. I’ve given this a lot of thought since
yesterday. I figure I may as well be a good sport about this. I may as well work with you and try to get pregnant."

"Yeah, prove it. I’m ready."

Finally. Shauna planted both feet and brought her cunt into action. Rodney didn’t need to move. He just knelt there and watched the cunt fuck
him. Awesome! He didn’t know cunts could fuck back, or do it that good, and all the while she’s saying, "Cum in my cunt, Rodney. Squirt your
baby juice deep in my cunt. Fill me with sperm. Shoot your hot cum right up my fertile womb. Give me that ball juice, Rodney. Let my cunt suck all
the sperm out of your balls."

That did it, and while that dick spit sperm like a spitting Cobra, his mother’s cunt glued itself to his groin and sucked. He couldn’t believe that
shit either. That cunt sucked his balls up to the base of his pecker and cleared his sinuses. When Mom helps out, she really helps out. What a
sport.

Rodney collapsed backward after this sucking fuck. That ended any possibility of a double fuck. A true double fuck has no out-of-pussy
intermission. Shauna didn’t mean to suck that hard. She felt like her pussy sucked both loads in one orgasm and got every sperm cell he had to
offer, even those that didn’t have fully formed tails. She got up on her elbows and peered over her beaver to her sucked-dry offspring, not sure
that she hadn’t hurt him. She said, "Rodney, are you alright?"

Rodney slowly turned his head and set dreamy, glazed eyes on her.

He smiled and said, "How did you do that?"

"All pussies can do that with a little exercise. We don’t normally suck for rapists. We only suck when we are trying to get pregnant."

Rodney struggled up and then came to lie beside her on his side. He snuggled up with his face at her bosom, threw a leg over her leg, and
placed a hand in her crotch. He deep fingered a very messy pussy while his mother held him close, stroked his cheek, and brushed his hair with
her fingers. She fed a nipple to his lips and watched him nurse. He nibbled lightly and nipped a bit at the tip, but he also did a great deal of
infant-like suckling.

For Shauna, this intimate moment was a validation of everything she believed to be true and the first true moment of loving affection she had
ever shared with Rodney. She never once recalled hearing him saying, "I love you." He appeared to have fallen in-love. While suckling, he kept
looking into her face as though seeing the beauty for the first time. He saw a beautiful woman, not a cunt; his mother, not a bitch. He was awed
that she could still love him after all he had done, did, and called her. She obviously did.

He saw the love in her eyes, in her warm smile, and in her soft, caressing, stroking touch. He bit down hard on her nipple, saw her agony, but
after the agony passed, that same loving look and touch returned undiminished. Shauna could see her son trying to sort all this out in his mind.
She let him mull it over. She laid there and let him finger, chew, suckle, and sort.

After ten or fifteen minutes of fingering, chewing, suckling, and sorting, Rodney took his mouth off the nipple, snuggled up higher and closer to
place his head next to hers with his thigh in her crotch and his fingering hand now on her right breast. He snuggled close with his cock pressed
into her side. Shauna turned her head to face him, getting nose to nose, waiting. He had something to say. He finally said, "I think you’re very
beautiful and super sexy."

"Thank you, Rodney. That’s the sweetest thing you have ever said to me. I always thought you hated me."

"I never hated you, Mom. I love you."

"Rodney, you have never once said that."

"Well, I do."

"I love you, too, sweetheart. I always have. I always will."

"Yeah, and I always knew that. I knew I didn’t have to say I love you and you’d still love me anyway."

"Is it that hard for you to say?"

"Not anymore. I’ll say it again...I love you...I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you more than anything."

"Rodney, you’re going to make me cry. [wiping tears from her eyes] See what you’ve done."

"I don’t care. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Rodney, why all this affection?"

Rodney laid his head on her chest, fondled her breast, and said, "I don’t know. I just know I feel like doing it and I can do whatever I want. I can
call you a cunt and slap your tits around, or I can tell you I love you and kiss your pussy for you. I can rape you or I can make love to you. I can do
whatever I want and you’ll still love me the same. [he struggled up to look in her face for confirmation] That’s true, isn’t it."

"That’s true to a degree. Love does have it’s limits. You can’t do anything and expect unconditional love in return. If you were vicious and cruel,
into torture and maiming me, no, I would not love you. You are not like that. Your torments and vulgarity are not meant to do permanent harm to
me; they are more to give temporary relief to you - like hitting a punching bag or popping a kid’s balloon."

Rodney gave that some thought, then gave the nipple he was toying with a hard snap flick with his fuck finger. Rodney had a snap flick that
could splatter a June bug against a plate glass window twenty feet away. His snap flicks were like being popped with a wet towel, worse than clit
twisters. This one arched Shauna’s back and tensed every muscle in her body, brought on a guttural moan, and took a full minute to recover from
without hamming. After Shauna recovered, he said, "How come I did that?"

"Because you like hitting a punching bag that has feelings and can’t hit back. Your father is the same way. Most of my ass whippings aren’t to
discipline me so mush as to provide your father with a vent for some shit he had to take out on the job site or in traffic. He’ll find a reason and I
had best not give him any shit."

"Why don’t you divorce him?"

"I love him. I understand him. He inflicts pain and suffering with a purpose. I suffer the abuse with a purpose."

"What purpose?’

"I help him vent. I help keep him employed and out of jail. He doesn’t punch out bosses or cops. He doesn’t rape women or molest children. I
suffer out of love. He loves me because I love him that much. Few women would. A woman has to be tough to be a wife to a man like your father.
You’re just like him. You will need to find a tough woman, one who will suffer for love or your destiny will have prison bars in it. You can’t survive in
society without a safety valve. I’ll tell you something else I thought about last night, something that turned me around. I think you are using me as a
safety valve. I think that’s what this is really all about. I think you know you need one, have to have one, and would never make it through high
school without one. You latched onto me like a life ring in a sea of shit and frustration."

Rodney slowly rolled to his back and stared up at the ceiling on hearing this. He was deep in thought. Shauna rolled to her side and placed
her hand on his lower abdomen. The other curled his hair. Her belly hand began those loving strokes as had been done all over his back. Her
hand traveled up to his chest, then down his legs, up and down, touching everything except the groin until it finally rested there and touched
nothing else. By that time, he was good and hard. She took his cock in her fist and began a nice easy fondling stroke.

Rodney looked down his front to see her fisting his cock. He also saw her lean in, purse her lips, and kiss his nipple. She applied several
tender kisses then said, "I love you, Rodney. I want to be your life ring until you find the right girl. I think I’m tough enough to serve both of the men
in my life. I will try with all my might and with every fiber of my being, but I will not let you drown."

Rodney then watched her kiss her way to his groin as she got into a position that was perpendicular to his, on her belly, supported on elbows,
affording him a good view of everything she did. Once there, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked him down to the pubic hair. The head
of his cock went two or three inches into her throat. He groaned, placed one hand on the back of her head, and clenched hair in his fist. That
hand rode the head up and down on his shaft. He writhed and moaned under that mouth. He never thought he’d see such a sight. He imagined a
rape blow job, more of a fucking in the mouth, but not a willing, loving, enthusiastic, deep-throat blow job - not from his mom.

Rodney was in-love with her before she did that. He was now deeply in-love and deeply in awe. He had her figured all wrong all these years - a
dumb bitch too insecure to leave an abusive man to go out and find one that would treat her right. With her looks and figure, she had to be a
dumb bitch not to know she didn’t have to take that shit. He had no idea women like her existed or that a love like that existed. What he looked
down on was not so much an act of sex as an act of love. Gradually, his fist relaxed and slid to her back where his hand flattened and began a
stroking massage, a loving pet.

When he did that, Shauna took her mouth off his dick, gave his dick a thorough licking, his nuts a thorough licking, dropped down and deeply
probed his asshole. She then licked his asshole, butt crack, nuts and cock with a passionate look in her actions and expressions conveying that
everything between his legs was clean and erotic to her, making him fell like he could piss in her mouth and she would become wildly excited
and drink it all down. When she began sucking again, the temptation was overwhelming.

Unlike many, Rodney could piss with a hardon. Unlike many, Rodney fantasized of pissing in a little girl’s mouth while she sucked his cock
with a knife held to her throat. He had an English teacher he wanted to use as a urinal. He also dreamed of being a walking enema bag with a
knife. Bend over and pull your cheeks apart, BITCH! Most females gave Rodney a wide berth and would not turn their back on him, treating him
like a walking douche bag with a knife. He had trouble making female friends, and female teachers hated him.

Rodney thought about it and thought about it. He could ruin this beautiful moment or add to it. When she went back down and reamed his
asshole again, he had to find out. When she had his dick back in her mouth and was again giving it a nursing suck, he gave her a good squirt, a
mouthful. Her eyes went wide, she gripped his cock at the base, and she sucked while diddling the slit with the tip of her tongue. That was all
Rodney needed to let loose his bladder. She sucked and swallowed every drop and appeared disappointed when he could produce no more.

There was no cat and mouse; this was lioness and her cub. Cubs have it made. Rodney languished under this type of very personal service,
and he rewarded his server with more stroking and petting. She looked to him and smiled warmly, saying, "That feels wonderful, Rodney."

"What you’re doing feels wonderful, Mom. I never felt this way before. I’m not mad at a anything. I don’t want to hurt anything. I feel great."

She gave his dick a deep suck then came off to say, "Oh, did your stomach ache go away?"

He smiled big and said, "Yeah, you sucked it away. Not with your mouth. That just took care of my need to piss. I had a piss ache but you took
care of that real good. My stomach ache all came out through my dick and went into your pussy."

She came off of his dick again to say, "Don’t you mean cunt?"

"No, I was thinking about that last night, too. I like calling you cunt and I like hearing you use that word, but I also want to hear you say other
nasty words for it. If all you ever say is cunt, that’s no fun."

She deep sucked while he talked and came off to respond. This time, she said, "I’ll call that nasty gash between my legs anything you like."

"I’d like you to mix it up. How many can you think of? Swing your pussy around and show it to me while you think of some. I like seeing you act
like a whore, too."

Shauna reversed herself to Rodney, got her pussy up near his head, raised her top leg and held it with her free hand. With her finger tips lined
along the top lip, she pulled her pussy wide open and said, "Does that look like a whore’s pussy?"

"Sure does, a fucked whore’s pussy."

"This is a fucked whore’s pussy. I hope you don’t think you’re my first since I said, ‘I do’. I must look like a whore. I get raped quite a lot."

"That figures. You suck cock like a whore."

"Thank you. Well, lets see. There’s box, cum bucket, cunny, dick mitten, dyke bait, fuck hole, fuck sleeve, gash, heaven’s gate, infant chute,
labia stuffing, muff, nose mit...I thought of that one yesterday...there’s oral plug. I thought of that one yesterday, too. There’s pussy, of course...let
me see, oh yeah, quim, rug rat factory, snatch, sperm bank, twat...that’s about it."

"Damn, I could only think of a few and you didn’t even get to them until the end. I would have started with twat."

"Not if you were doing it alphabetically. Oh, there’s one more - whore hole. Can you see my whore hole, Rodney?"

"I can see in it. Hey, there’s my GI Joe. I lost that six years ago."

"I told you not to leave your toys lying around. Look around in there, you’ll probably find a train set. That was rough getting all those track
sections up there."

Rodney laughed hard as he hooked index fingers in the hole and pulled hard, exclaiming, "You’re right. There it is. Hey, there’s my red bike
that I thought got stolen."

Shauna completely let her vagina go slack, which made a big hole between her legs. Of course, Rodney though he created that big hole with
brute strength. He hooked two fingers on each side and spread each of those apart to make a hole he could fit a baseball in even with the
fingers in place. The vagina never ceased to amaze him. All he could see was creamed guts, but that was pretty neat.

While her son pretended to look at his creamed bicycle, Shauna said, "You left it in the driveway. How many times did I tell you, don’t leave
your bike in the driveway? I’ll have you know, getting that up my snatch almost killed me."

Rodney laughed so hard he cried, and when he stopped, he reached out to her and said, "Mom, come here."

Shauna reversed herself then found herself rolled onto her back and pinned with Rodney straddling her waist, holding both wrists, looking
down into her face with his smiling face still wet with laugh tears. He kept looking as though he couldn’t believe she had been there all along.
Shauna could see that he was deeply in-love or powerfully smitten. She put on her cute face with bottom lip in teeth, then said in her cutsie voice,
"Are you going to rape me again?"

"No, I just want to look at you."

She laid under his intense scrutiny for several long seconds, then said, "Are you sure you don’t want to rape me?"

"I’m sure."

"I’m easy."

"Yes, I know. Raping you was one of the easiest thing I ever did. It was almost like you wanted to be raped, like you needed a good rape.
When you showed me your wet pussy, it was like you were saying, ‘Rape me right here, Rodney, right between these plump, shaved pussy lips.’"

"I’ll bet you that’s why I get raped so much. My pussy talks behind my back."

"Yeah, but it was more like begging from between your legs."

"Oh, well no wonder men are always trying to look between my legs. I thought they just wanted to look at my pussy. All this time I thought I was
just showing my pussy when what I was really doing was begging to get raped."

He chuckled and said, "Live and learn. Learn to live with the label, too. You’re a whore, a cheating whore."

"I know. Now I feel like a whore. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to rape me?"

"Nope."

"You don’t have to do anything. You can tell me to rape myself. I’ll even slap my own titties around and smack my ass while I do it...you know, to
keep me from liking it. Most rape victims won’t do that. Well, not unless you force them. You won’t find many that will make the offer."

This made him chuckle, but that chuckle died quickly. His expression became serious, and his lips descended on hers. For several seconds
their illicit kiss was just lips, but his tongue soon wanted in. What Rodney wants Rodney gets. There ensued a passionate lover’s kiss and
embrace that lasted for over five minutes. When the kiss ended, he reached between their bodies to insert his dick. Shauna opened her legs
wide for him and closed her pussy for him. He sank in easily, then sank back into their kiss, and they made love, slow and easy while she sucked
his Popcicle.

They didn’t end slow and easy, and when they came, they came together. After they came, they stayed together. Shauna held him by the ass
and pulled him in tight. He supported himself on stiff arms to look down on her, saying, "I still want to knock youup."

"Why would anything change? I figured you would and that’s why I’m helping. I’m keeping us locked up like two mutts. You still want to see me
get my ass whipped good, don’t you?"

"I want to see you get your cunt whipped good."

"Then we need to get this cunt knocked up good."

"I don’t get it, Mom. How can you help me or love me when you know I just want to see you suffer terrible agony? I mean, a belt to the cunt - that
has got to hurt like hell."

"A belt to the clit hurts like hell. The clit on a woman is nothing but a bundle of nerves. A thin belt snapping on the clit is like a kick in the balls to
a guy."

He made a pained face and said, "Oh fuck - it’s like a kick in the balls!"

"I don’t know exactly what that feels like, but I would imagine so. I do know what a belt to the clit feels like. Your father is expert at it. He doesn’t
whip my cunt, he whips my clit. He only whips my cunt if he misses my clit. He doesn’t miss very often."

"Damn. How come I never heard you scream?"

"He gags me for a clit whipping, gags and ties my legs to the head board posts, ties them in the splits with my arms bound behind my back. I
am on my shoulders with my butt against the head board, looking up at my cunt. I see every blow land."

"Oh fuck!"

"I doubt you were even aware of those whippings. Gagged whippings are generally silent. Since I can’t respond, he doesn’t say much. They
are slow, methodical, purely for his enjoyment. The whippings you hear are traditional punishment whippings with a lot of threats and verbal
abuse - heavy on belt action with a wider, heavier belt. You know his belt."

"How often do you get a clit whipping?"

"Lately, about twice a week. This new job has him all tense and frustrated. It takes a clit whipping to vent that kind of tension."

"How many times does he hit you?"

"That depends on how upset he is. Sometimes ten, most times thirty. I’ve had fifty."

"Fuck, fifty kicks in the balls? How do you even walk after that?"

"I don’t. When I stay in bed all day, it isn’t because I’m not feeling well. It’s because I can’t walk or bear to close my legs. After your father finds
out I’m pregnant, I’ll probably be in bed for a week."

"How many do you think you’ll get?"

"I think we’re looking at a hundred. I got fifty for getting raped."

"Can you take a hundred?"

"I take whatever he gives me. Remember, I’m bound and gagged."

"Can your clit take a hundred?"

"Yes. He never breaks skin. I think you’d need a bull whip to do that. The belt he uses is soft leather, too wide to make a cut, but thin enough to
mimic the sensation of being struck by a bull whip. That one is limber enough to snap and pop, and he knows what he’s doing. I have learned to
trust him. I know I’ll only suffer excruciating pain without lasting damage. Pain, I can live with. I’ll suffer for him, but if he kept damaging me, I would
have to cast him adrift. Any wife would. Your wife will unless you learn how to beat her properly. There are many ways to make a woman suffer
terrible agony without doing any damage."

"Will you show me the ways? I want my wife to suffer the way you do."

"You already know one good way. That flick of yours is like a thin belt pop."

He leaned left and gave her right nipple a good flick, sending her into arching spasms of agony. No sooner had she recovered from that then
he did it again. He then rolled right and did the left one twice. He left Shauna panting in tears. When she could focus, he was again over her,
studying her, awed by her. She said, "I can see it’ll be tough serving two masters."

"I won’t be that hard on you. It’s just that every now and then I want to do something like that. I like the way you don’t shy away from it or try to
talk me out of doing it. I like the way you watch it and squeeze your tittie up for me. Mostly, I like seeing how you suffer for me. It’s like hearing you
say I love you, only it’s not just words."

"Sweetheart, I am saying I love you. I said I love you in the strongest terms four times. I can think of no better way of proving my love for you
than offering up my tender nipples for that horrible torture."

"I can think of a better way. You could offer up your clit. Would you offer up your clit...for two flicks?"

"Pull your dick out and I’ll show you."

Rodney hurriedly discunted and watched as she planted both feet, lifted her ass high off the bed, made a splits spread, then reached between
her legs and pulled the lips as wide as they’d go, leaving a defenseless clit all alone in a sea of coral pink - and messy fuck, but Rodney only had
eyes for that clit. His mom had a big one, a good target, better than a June bug, better than a nipple.

Rodney was in no hurry. The view was fantastic. When the flick came, Shauna shot up and screamed. She fell to the bed and clutched her
crotch, writhing in agony. Rodney was stunned by the pain he inflicted. Indeed, that was like a boot in the balls. To his amazement, after a few
minutes to recover, she again presented him with the exact same spread and a clit now swollen and raw looking, kinda like a June bug post
glass. Rodney thought about not doing that to her again but had to, and he did it just as hard with the same results, only this time she rolled to her
side and curled into a fetal ball while clutching her crotch.

Rodney laid a gentle hand on her hip and began stroking, comforting. The other stroked her back. He stroked her from the waist down with
one and the waist up with the other while she slowly regained her composure and uncurled, rolled to her back, and offered her front for stroking.
He took a tit in one hand as the other went straight for her crotch. Shauna parted her legs to welcome that hand, then pulled a pillow under her
head to watch it toy with the clit it just injured.

Rodney felt no compulsion to apologize. She offered a gift; he accepted. After examining and toying with the tender nub of bright pink flesh, he
said, "You have a great clit, Mom. I see why Dad likes to whip it. I can’t wait to see this clit get a good whipping. I want you pregnant now more
than ever. The only trouble is, Dad would never let me see a whipping like that."

"You’re wrong about that. If it were up to him, you would have been seeing all of my whippings. Humiliation is a big part of my discipline. He
has always wanted you to watch. I couldn’t bear that. I begged on my knees, but he still threatens to bring you in. If you went to him and told him
you wanted to watch, I know that would be all it took, and I wouldn’t beg this time. Well, I’d have to or it wouldn’t look right, but I wouldn’t beg so
hard that it would sway him."

Rodney was very excited as he said, "Are you positive, Mom? He’d let me see a clit whipping? He’d let me see you naked likethat?"

"Yes, of course, especially like that. That is the humiliation, and there is no more humiliating position than the one I am placed in for a clit
whipping. Picture it, Rodney - an up-side-down splits beaver. No mother would ever want her son to see her that way. Forget the whipping. That
exposure would kill her. I honestly thought it would kill me until yesterday."

"That wouldn’t bother you a bit, now, would it?"

"No, of course not. I let you open up my fuck hole and look at all your toys. Would you like another look? There’s a skate board and basketball
in there somewhere."

That pleasant memory put him in a playful mood again. He said, "Yeah, I want another look. Make me a good beaver."

Shauna got into the up-side-down bike ride position and then fanned her legs out in the splits as Rodney got at her back on his knees to
overlook the spread. Again, he hooked his fingers in the hole and pulled hard. What he saw was a fucking mess. What he said was, "Yeah, there
they are. Hey, there’s some kid in there playing with my stuff. GET OUT OF MY MOM’S PUSSY, YOU ASSHOLE, AND LEAVE MY SHIT
ALONE!"

"Be nice to him, Rodney. He’s your kid brother. You were such a stinker, I never let him be born. Let him play with your toys. You can play with
the toy box."

Rodney laughed hard then said, "Oh, great. He gets the toys and all I get is this smelly old box. It’s plain to see who your favorite is."

"What do you expect. Oglethorpe never raped me."

"That’s why I should be your favorite. What has he ever done for you? Does he stick his head out and suck on your clit for you?"

Shauna opened up her lips to expose the clit, saying, "Well, someone has to be nice to my poor clittie. Look what you’ve done to it. It’s all red
and swollen."

That clit begged a flick. His mother seemed to be offering it up again. He found that hard to believe. She must know that was like waving a red
flag in front of a bull. She wouldn’t stop, so Rodney brought his flick finger poised to deliver a flick directly over her clit and said, "I ought to give it
another one. I don’t think your clit is red and swollen enough."

Shauna said, "Well, a mother shouldn’t play favorites. I suppose I deserve another one. Go ahead if you feel I need it. Am I open enough? Is it
all out there?"

Rodney used his other hand to move the fleshy clit around while saying, "Yeah, it’s all out there. I just want to pick the best spot. What area is
the most tender?"

Shauna reached in with index fingers and pulled the fleshy hood back, saying, "See that whitish area?"

"Yeah."

"That is actually the clit or clittie button. That is the nerve center, what a woman rubs when she masturbates. The rest is the hood, mostly flesh.
If you hit that nerve center dead on, you will cause the greatest pain."

Rodney had a good target of that area because she made it a good

target. He couldn’t resist. [POP]"

Shauna howled and shot backward into a ball, banging her ass against the head board. This was twice as bad as the other clit flicks and they
were ten times worse than the nipple flicks which were only agonizing. This time, Rodney really was sorry he did that, but she asked for it. He
could not understand that, but she did. This was not a demonstration of love, she just wanted him to do that, and her suffering was real. He could
see it was real. No one could act that good. No one could cry that good, and the pain didn’t ease. Maybe she didn’t know it would hurt that much.

This was all very strange, but Rodney offered her comfort and she slowly responded to being stroked. She eventually uncurled and laid on her
back. This time, he stroked her front and didn’t give her nasty parts any undue attention. She just needed more stroking to completely relax.
When he had her relaxed, he stopped and sat back on his heels at her side, looked into her face and said, "Why did you do that?"

"I wish I knew. I suppose because I knew you would enjoy it. I also needed to show you were the most sensitive part on a woman is. Seeing is
believing."

"I believe, but you could have just told me."

"I know, and I thought about doing that, but if you’re into making a woman suffer, that is her suffer button, and you don’t need to do much if you
concentrate your efforts there. You don’t need to hit as hard, flick as hard, pinch as hard. The clittie button is like a bundle of raw nerves.
Remember, you don’t want to damage, just cause suffering. Don’t apply more force than you need to get the job done. Your father clips my hood
to my pubic hair. That’s why I have braided hair on the mound. He whips the actual clit, but not hard; in fact hard strikes inflict no greater pain but
they do induce numbness."

"How hard?"

"With a moderate to light, well-aimed stroke, she’ll feel the last as bad as the first and can take thirty, forty, fifty or more. You need to know
these things. You flicked way too hard. I’m numb now. You could flick me again and I won’t feel a thing. It’ll be twenty or thirty minutes before you
could really hurt me again. If you don’t believe me, go ahead. Give me a flick. I’ll pull the hood back."

"I believe you. I can’t believe you’re telling me this, though. You know where I’ll be flicking you from now on. You’re teaching me how to torture
you. You know I love doing it."

"I’m not teaching you how to torture me, I am showing you how to properly inflict the maximum amount of pain with the minimum injury on a
woman who will let you. I am willing to let you develop and hone your skills on me, and it’s not just because I love you. I am also responsible for
you. I can’t turn you loose on the world the way you are. You are a danger to yourself and others. Someone will get terribly hurt, maybe killed, and
you’ll end up behind bars, possibly on death row. I trained your father;

I can train you. I had to train your father, but I must train you. I’ll suffer through this. I don’t know how much I can take, but I am a lot tougher than I
look."

"I’ll say."

"You just may hear me cry uncle. I trust you’ll respect that, but if you see me offering myself up for it like I did just a while ago, you don’t need to
show mercy, or ask, or hint, just do what you feel like doing. On the other hand, If I am clearly trying to avoid more, ease off. You have to learn to
read a woman. I probably won’t say uncle, not in words. Never bind and gag a woman that you can’t read like a book. That is very dangerous
because she can’t communicate to you that she can’t take anymore. Her heart could fail. She could drown in her own vomit behind a gag and
you’d never know it."

"Dad must be able to read you well, huh?"

"Like a book that I wrote and he memorized. You are a long way from being where he is."

"I know. Don’t worry, Mom. I don’t ever want to hurt you. I do...I want to hurt you real bad...well, you know what I mean."

Shauna smiled, reached out, placed her hand on his cheek and said, "You don’t want to harm me, but you want to make me suffer
excruciating pain, don’t you sweetheart?"

He smiled devilishly and said, "Yeah. I want to see you in agony.

I want to make you suffer, cry, and scream bloody murder."

Shauna brought both hands to her tits and squeezed to place the nipples up and in danger, saying while looking at them, "You certainly know
how to do that. Look at my poor nipples, Rodney...AHHHHHHH!...AHHHHHHH...."

Yes, he certainly knew how to do that. When Shauna had enough, she rolled to her belly. Rodney slapped her ass. That was nothing. He could
slap ass all day long. When he could see that he could slap ass all day long, he stood at the bedside and took his belt off. That first belt lick got
her attention, but you still can’t impress a woman like Shauna with an inch-wide leather belt...unless you hit her with the buckle. He reddened her
from heels to shoulders before trying that.

Shauna rolled before he could do it again and said, "That was dumb, Rodney. That will leave a mark that your father will see if he sees my
ass. If he asks me how it got there, I can’t lie to him. Go ahead. Use the buckle on me if you want. Just be prepared to pay the consequences."

Rodney felt dumb. He dropped the belt and knelt on the bed, saying, "Roll over and let me see how bad it is."

She rolled. She had a buckle welt impression and a cut made by the tang, not a bad one, but a drop of blood formed over the reddest end.
Rodney ran his dumb fingers over the welt and said, "Mom, you better not let Dad see your ass."

"Rodney, rare is the day that your Dad doesn’t see my ass. It is not a matter of letting or not letting. He likes to see my ass. That’s his ass. I
just carry it around for him - the pussy and the tits, too."

"Mom, we gotta do something. Dad’ll kill me."

"You already did something, and you’re right. You put a mark on his ass; he will kill you."

"Mom!"

"I’m sorry, Rodney, but god damnit, I warned you. I rolled to my belly. That was a clear sign that I’d had enough. You then went on and whipped
me with a belt for almost half an hour."

"I didn’t know. You let me."

"I gave you enough rope to hang yourself. I knew you wouldn’t stop until you did something stupid."

"Why did you want me to do something stupid? You’re supposed to be teaching me not to do stupid things."

"This will teach you. In the real world, if you did this to little Sally Suckemsilly, your dumb ass would be in the back of a police squad car and a
picture of Sally’s ass would be labeled Exhibit A. You’re going to get off easy with an ass whipping. You might get away with it, but you’ll at least
sweat out an ass whipping. Trust me, Rodney, I am teaching you. I did not enjoy that whipping. I didn’t think you would ever get stupid or tired. I
thought you were going to have me roll over so you could do the front, too."

"Would you have?"

"Yes."

He gave an incredulous look as he said, "You’d let me whip your tits?"

"They are up front. You’re the one with the belt. You whip what you aim at."

"Then roll over. I want to do your front."

Shauna rolled while saying, "Boy, you are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?"

"I won’t use the buckle. Besides, if I’m going to get a whipping for this, I want to make it worth my while. Are you ready?"

Shauna placed her arms behind her head which made good targets of her tits, his obvious aiming point. She looked from them to him and
said, "I’m ready."

"Spread your legs wide. I want to do your pussy real good, too."

Shauna fanned her legs out until they were at right angles to her torso, and did it without hesitation, presenting him with a difficult choice of
targets. It was that inviting crotch shot that finally won out. By the looks of things, that really hurt. He went after tits, next. Those lashes made her
squirm, too. He hit hard and aimed carefully, assaulting mostly tits and pussy, but unblemished skin also drew the belt until there was none from
the upper chest to her ankles. She suffered beautifully all through this whipping which lasted a bit longer than the backside whipping, with tits and
pussy taking half of all strikes.

Shauna had worse whippings in her life, but none that lasted that long or had as many strikes. She had been reddened all over before, but
never two and three times over. She looked like a lobster by the time he finally had enough, let the belt go from a weary arm and plopped down
on the bed at her hip to survey all the damage.

The pussy took the worst of it and was terribly swollen and angry red. Even with her legs in the splits, the labia lips were so swollen that the slit
was sealed shut. No way would that pussy return to normal by bed time, and the tits weren’t much better. Then again, if his dad saw them, he’d
see the ass, too. Busted is busted.

Rodney was very impressed with his mother. She was, indeed, tough. She suffered. She suffered a great deal and for a long time and without
ever once showing a sign that she wanted mercy. He gave her none. That was one lesson he took to heart. He also felt no pity, and she looked
pitiful, deserving of pity. She was still hurting terribly and had a tear-streaked face. He examined her pussy then looked to her face to say, "Is
your pussy sore?"

"Yes, very."

"How about your tits? They must be sore as hell. They look like they were dipped in boiling water."

"They feel that way."

"Am I good at making a woman suffer?"

"Yes, but I knew you would be."

He looked to her pussy again and said, "I have a great idea for keeping my sperm inside after I fuck you. I’ll just whip your cunt until it closes
up. That’ll work, don’t you think?"

"Yes, that’ll work until your father asks me how my pussy got that way."

"You’re saying that would be dumb."

"If you did it late in the day, yes. If you did that in the morning and didn’t overdo it, by four thirty, everything should be back to normal."

"How long will this take to get back to normal?"

Shauna struggled up to take a look on stiff arms placed behind her. She looked over the damage and estimated, "I’d say twenty-four hours at
least. If he doesn’t want sex tonight or doesn’t need to vent any frustration, you might get away with this. We had sex last night and the night
before. Two or three nights a week is his average. Thursdays generally aren’t bad days for him. His bad days are Monday and Tuesday."

"What are my chances of getting away with this?"

"I’d say fifty fifty, but I can up those odds by not looking sexy, by being in a pissy mood, and turning in early. I can up them to about ninety ten."

This news brightened his face. He said, "Would you?"

"Hell yes. If you get busted, I get busted. His next question after who did this would be why did you let him do this. We both stand to get a good
ass whipping for this, and I don’t need another one - not after the one you just gave me. That was one of the worst whippings of my life - certainly
the longest."

"Really! I sure do like whipping you."

"I could tell. Believe me, I could tell."

"I’m going to want to whip you a lot. I think you need lots of whipping."

"Well, I’ll let you be the judge. You decide how much whipping I need and how often I need it."

"Fuckin’ ‘A’. Man, this is a dream come true. When you said I could make you suffer excruciating pain and hone my woman torture skills on
you, you really meant it, didn’t you?"

"Yes, Rodney, I’ll let you hone your woman torture skills on me if that’s how you like to view this. I’ll be your torture victim. Just remember. If you
overdo it, we both get busted. After that, there won’t be anymore. And keep this in mind. I can only be unsexy, pissy, and turn in early so much
before he stops buying it. Fuck up on a Monday, kiss your lily white ass good-bye because it’ll look like my tortured tits."

"Teach me right and we won’t get busted. I don’t want to learn things the hard way. Tell me what I need to know. I’ve got ears, you know."

"The hard way teaches a lesson that gets learned. Talk is talk - in one ear, out the other."

"Yeah, but in this school, one ‘F’ and you flunk out of school. That’s not fair. I need a good torture victim for a long time if I’m going to learn how
to do this right."

"I’ll be a good torture victim for a long time if we don’t get busted."

"How long - a month."

"As long as it takes."

"Suppose it takes a year?"

"I suppose I’ll be your torture victim until someone else takes my place. I’m thinking three, four, five, six years. However long it takes."

Wide-eyed, Rodney exclaimed, "Are you shittin’ me? You’d let me torture you for years?"

"I told you, I am tougher than I look. I also told you I feel responsible for you. I’ll suffer at your hands for the rest of my life, if need be, but there is
a very big if...IF we don’t get busted. After your father finds out what we’re up to, there’s no telling how he might react. He might put you out in the
street; he might support it. He might meet us half way and lay down his ground rules. We won’t know what he’ll do until we get busted. I think
sooner or later we will get busted, but the later we can put that day off the better."

"I’m with you there. I’m not in a hurry to find out. I think I know what he’ll do. Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no mo no mo."

"Personally, I think that is highly unlikely. If anyone should understand your condition and treatment, he should. Furthermore, if he were to put
you out, you’ll have company that won’t come back no mo no mo."

"Are you serious? You’d leave Dad for me?"

"I don’t know for sure what I’d do to be honest. I do know that I love you both equally - sure, not as much as Oglethorpe, but equally between the
two of you."

That had him smiling on the verge of laughing. She went on, "I think if your father reacted that way, my opinion of him would fall way down at
the same time your need for me was greatest. That would sway me in your favor. There are other factors to consider, and I don’t even want to
consider them because my point is, I think that is a remote possibility. It is, however, a possibility. I can think of worse."

"Like what?"

"For one, he could take a gun and shoot us both."

"Sorry I asked. I hate being shot."

"I consider that the worst form of torture. I’m sure he’d shoot me in the clit while I held the hood back."

"That would hurt."

"No worse than a flick, I’m sure, but a bullet is permanent."

Rodney pushed her back to the bed, then climbed over and straddled her waist. He took both sore breasts in claw-like hands and squeezed
hard causing - you guessed it - excruciating pain. He waited for her to adjust to that level of pain before saying, "Mom, we have to keep from
getting busted. I want to torture you without having to follow Dad’s rules. I want to do what I want, when I want. Like now. This hurts really bad,
doesn’t it?"

Shauna could only nod in the affirmative. He smiled and said, "I want a good torture victim to practice on. You’ll be a real good victim for me,
won’t you?" This time, she managed to squeeze out a groaning yes. He liked that and said, "You’re not going to be a pussy about it, are you?"
She shook her head and said no. "You won’t beg for mercy or try to play on my sympathies, will you?"

This time, Shauna said, "No, Rodney, I would never expect any mercy from you and I know you aren’t capable of feeling sympathy. I won’t beg
for mercy I won’t get or play on sympathies that aren’t there."

"You’re right. I don’t have any. If I did, I wouldn’t be doing this to you. I know how sore your titties must be, and I know how bad this must hurt,
but I don’t care one bit. I like seeing you suffer. You know that, don’t you?"

"Yes. I know you love seeing me in agony. I know I have to suffer for you in order to be a good torture victim. That’s the only way you’ll ever
hone your skills and do this right and safely. I must suffer."

Rodney relaxed his death grip and softeness returned to what had been a maniacal face. Slowly, he reclined over her body and laid his head
on her shoulder with his face turned toward her. He had that love-sick puppy look again just when Shauna thought she’d get another round of
exquisite pain. She quickly shifted gears and became the loving mother stroking her child.

Rodney looked to her eyes and softly said, "I do love you."

"I know, and you know that I love you. I don’t think that will ever change, but it’s always good to be reminded, especially in the midst of all this
torture. It’s easy to get caught up in the game and forget, isn’t it?"

"Yeah, especially when I’m whipping you. It’s like you’re everything I hate."

"When you’re whipping me that’s what I symbolize. I become that punching bag. You don’t punch a bag, you are punching that stupid teacher
you hate, that kid who keeps picking on you, that girl who made fun of you, the principal who punished you. I become all that and you make me
suffer for all of them. I feel the hate being lashed out on my body. I know you don’t love me when you whip me. I don’t expect any love - no mercy,
no love, only pain, more blows, more where they will hurt me the most."

"Wow, you really do understand. It’s great whipping someone you hate, knowing you’ll lie there and take it no matter where I hit, how much I hit,
or how hard I hit. You make a great punching bag. A punching bag doesn’t feel anything when you hit it, but you do. I like to see the hurt. I want to
see the suffering. You suffer good, Mom."

"I know, and I know the part of me that offends you the most is between my legs. When you get a belt in your hand, I know you hate my cunt."

"I hate your clit. You’d know that if my belt was thinner."

"You can use the clit belt your father uses, but odds are you’d numb me up real quick."

"I don’t want you getting numb on me."

"Then you’ll need to get good with a belt like you have and step down as your aim improves. When you can lay it in the grove almost every
time, you work on applying just the right amount of force."

"Will you help me get good at whipping your clit?"

"Yes, honey, that’s why I’m doing this. The object is to teach you how to inflict the maximum amount of pain while applying the least amount of
force, which translates to damage. The pussy must be whipped properly. You must get good at it and you’ll need my help. If you like whipping my
pussy, you’ll get no complaints out of me, only good beavers to practice on."

"Far fucking out. Mom, you’re the greatest."

"There are ways of minimizing the visible damage, too, like applying tape over the cunt lips so that only the slit can take a direct hit. That will
keep the swelling to a minimum, allow more practice, and the redness and swelling inside the slit can be explained by excessive masturbation
which he encourages. If he sees me with a raw, red, swollen slit, he knows I’m horny. All I have to do is act horny."

"Boy, are you gonna suffer."

"Honey, my real suffering doesn’t begin until you get good.

That’s when you’ll see true agony."

"I can’t wait."

"You are just like your father. You want everything your way and right now."

"Too bad we both have to share one cunt."

"Imagine how Oglethorpe feels."

"Fuck Oglethorpe."

"What, again!"

Rodney collapsed over her laughing hysterically. Shauna ticked him and made it worse, and then it dawned on her that this boy had never
been tickled. When she saw what joy that brought, she felt so sad. Had she really given birth to a monster, or had parental neglect created a
monster. Air Underwear comes with a manual; why not human beings?

Sobering thought, then she went back to tickling, pinning him, licking, and sucking on him. Some rapist he turned out to be. He had the
strength of a little girl; he even giggled like a girl. He had a nice cock, though.

Rodney sweated from the time his father arrived home until he fell asleep. Even then, he still wasn’t sure he was home free. His mother had
gone to bed right after supper, but his father was still up. He wouldn’t be home free until his father went off to work and didn’t forget anything.

While Rodney slept, Buck and Shauna sat on their bed and talked. She had fallen asleep but awoke to being physically examined. She
figured he would and went to bed in the nude. He saw it all and had her on her back as he said, "He made a cut."

"Give me a break, Buck. He made a prick. He learned a lesson. He learned that given enough rope, he’ll hang himself. He needed to learn
that."

"It looks like you gave him a shit-load of rope."

"Yes, well, he had a shit-load of repressed venting to do."

"Don’t tell me you enjoyed this."

"A lot of it, I did. The whipping was too long and excessive, but after a while, more doesn’t matter. I was right about one thing, though. I brought
out the lover in him. We made love, Buck. He told me he loved me."

"Damn. How was that, making love with your son?"

"Pretty damn good. I got into it. The neat thing with Rodney is he swings back and forth. He’ll vent like a devil who hates me, then make love
like a lover in-love with me. We went back a forth like that all day. I just followed his lead. I’ll tell you what, that is one happy kid. I’ll tell you
something else you’ll find interesting. Early on, while I was sucking his dick, he pissed, took a full piss in my mouth without warning. He has been
drinking like a fish and using me all day. That must be hereditary. He could not have possibly seen that or known what he was seeing if he had."

"I think the idea would turn any guy on, especially when his dick is in a sucking mouth. His was in a mouth he felt he could do anything to. Why
wouldn’t he piss?"

"Buck, I’ve had a lot of dicks in my sucking mouth. You and Rodney are the only ones who thought my mouth was a urinal. At least he’s
drinking a lot of fluids, now. Christ, this morning he was rich. You know how I hate that heavy yellow morning piss, and I couldn’t go purge it. I had
to smile and make a yummy face."

"Why? Were you bound and threatened?"

"No, we were in lover mode. I was loving up his cock, balls, and asshole. I think I inspired that oral rinse. I didn’t mean to. We don’t
communicate very well sometimes. At others, we seem to read each other’s thoughts. It’s like I know what he wants to hear or when he’s ready to
switch modes."

"How long can you keep this up?"

"At this intensity, not another day. There won’t be another day like this. He knows we went way overboard. He doesn’t want to get busted.
Trust me. He’s reined in, but my pussy is going to suffer something fierce. I did a dumb thing."

"What did you do?"

"I told him about lip tape...and I promised him all the beavers he wanted. I said he could practice all he wanted. He has a thing about whipping
pussy. You know me. I have a pussy that loves the lash and I have a big mouth when my clit gets excited. I sorta told him you would never suspect
that a raw, red, and swollen inner twat had been whipped."

"Why, did you also tell him I’m a blind idiot?"

"No, I told him you encouraged excessive masturbation and whenever you saw my slit like this, you knew I was horny. All I had to do was act
horny and you’d never suspect. Now, I’m stuck with my slit serving as a whipping trench. That’s what we spent most of the afternoon doing. This
is all recent."

Buck opened the slit again and let all the raw, red, swollen guts spill out. He never saw it look that bad. The tissue suffered horribly, but he saw
no cuts. She was tender. A light touch made her wince, and that was pain like a head bang on a drawer handle. He looked to her and said,
"Serves you right. You’re right, you have a big mouth and I’m not the least suspicious. You look horny to me."

"Buck, don’t you even think about it. Help me out. I don’t want to inhibit him, but I can’t take this day after day. I need to restrict that activity to
the mornings."

"He’s in there sweating getting busted. What he needs is a close call. He doesn’t know how you look right now, but he knows damn well that
buckle mark is still there. I’m coming to bed; I see it; wake you up, and ask. How did that get there, Shauna."

"I sat on Rodney’s belt."

"Fine. Now, I’ll go see what that runt has to say."

Buck got off the bed. At the door, Shauna said, "Don’t frighten him too much. Start buddying up to him. Tell him you suspect me of whoring
around. Have him watch me like a hawk, never let me out of his sight, and report anything suspicious. He knows I cheat and get whippings for it. I
admitted that I was a whore."

"You told him you were a whore!"

"He likes to think of me that way. He would not get off on thinking that you encourage me, or that I do it to please you. My whoring around really
pisses you off."

"It does. I whip your ass for it, don’t I?"

"Yes, and he wants to see the master at work, taming his whore. He’d rather watch you than do it himself. If he knew you were going to wail my
twat. He wouldn’t touch it. That would give me the breaks I need."

"Are we talking a clitter?"

"A clitter with clips. Teach him how to do it. Start getting involved in your son’s education."

"I will now that he’s finally learning something that will do him some good. That’s better than letting him fuck-up a perfectly good pussy."

"Tell me about it. I can’t even masturbate. I have all these fantastic memories and can’t touch a thing. This is killing me."

"You have a big mouth. Back shortly."

Rodney awoke with his bedroom light on and his hulking father looming over the bed wearing only dungarees and THE belt. Rodney went
ashen and wide-eyed as Buck said, "You mother has a mark on her ass made by your belt buckle, Runt."

Rodney was now white as his angry father went on, "How many times have I warned you about leaving your shit lying around?"

What? My shit lying around? That was the expression his face made as his father went on, "That tang could have gone deep in her ass if she
had sat down any harder."

Sat down?...Oh, Mom, god bless you. Oh, you sweet lying bitch. He said, "I’m sorry, Dad. It’ll never happen again."

"See that it don’t. Nobody fucks up my woman, not even by accident. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir."

Softening, Buck took a seat on the bed and said, "Look here, boy.

There’s something I need to confide in you. It’s about yourmom."

Rodney sat up and leaned against the headboard. "What abouther?"

"Well, I got reason to think she’s been whoring around again. This ain’t the first time. I want you to keep an eye on her for me. Don’t let her out
of your sight. See what she does, where she goes, listen in on her calls. Report to me what you see and hear. If she steps out of line, I’ll show you
how to get ‘em back in line. It’s time you know these things. Women are like dogs. You can train ‘em not to piss on the carpet, but they’ll still go
out and fuck in the street. Your mom ain’t no better. She’s pretty and all, and she dresses up nice, but deep down, she’s a bitch that walks on her
hind legs. She comes in heat like a bitch, too, and I can see she’s coming in heat again."

"I know what you mean. She sure has been acting funny lately."

"You mean like her pussy itches."

"Yeah, I saw her scratching it and rubbing it, squirming in her seat and stuff."

"That’s what I’m talking about. Watch her. You get something on her, I’ll show you how to get a bitch back in line."

"Are you going to whip her ass?"

"If she pissed on the carpet, I’d whip her ass. If she goes out and fucks in the street, or even tries to, I’ll whip her where it’ll sink in."

"Where?"

"Where do you think?"

"Between her legs."

"Between her damn cunt lips. That gets their attention. I’ll scratch her itch with a thin belt."

"Wow, you’re gonna whip her clit?"

"Son, you got a lot to learn. Best way to learn is by doin’. Suppose I was to tie her up with her legs apart and hand you the belt. Could you
bring yourself to whip your mother’s clit?"

"Yeah, no sweat."

"I mean hard, son. Could you make that bitch suffer?"

"Yeah, I’ll make her suffer."

"If I hand you a coat hanger, would you whip that clit to a bloody pulp?"

"I sure would."

"Then you’re a fucking idiot. Then again, that ain’t your pussy. You’re still an idiot because you’ll be whipping my pussy. You fuck-up my pussy,
I’ll cut your balls off."

Rodney felt dumb again.

Buck went on, "You got a lot to learn, boy. The first thing you learn is that when you got you a woman, her pussy belongs to you. That’s your
pussy, your most valuable possession. That’s like a prize reel that jams once in a while. You carefully unjam it. You don’t smash it against the
side of the boat or let anyone else smash it. You might hand it to someone who knows reels and respects your property. You might let him unjam
it. Am I gettin through to you?"

He nodded and said, "Yes sir. I’d like to learn how to unjam a pussy the right way."

"Pay close attention, then. Tell me something, Rod. Tell me the truth. You’d like to see her naked, wouldn’t you?"

"Yeah."

"Would you fuck her? Suppose I said it was okay. Would you?"

"Well, if you said I could."

"I might just do that. I’m gonna think on that. Humiliation also works on ‘em. She’d be damned humiliated if I let you fuck her while she’s tied up
and can’t do a damn thing about it. Might do her some good. Might do you some good, too. You don’t get much pussy, do you?"

"Not much."

"We might just change that. You prove to me that you got respect for my property, I may just hand you that reel and let you do some fishin’ with
it. How would you like to be lying in this bed jackin’ off when your mother walks in naked as a jay bird and climbs in bed with you with orders to be
a good piece of ass?"

Bright-eyed, Rodney said, "I like that kind of fishing. I have a good rod. All I need is a good reel."

"You’ll never find one finer than the one I got."

"I believe it."

"Are we partners?"

"YES SIR!"

They high-fived and did a bro hand-shake to seal their partnership. Buck stood and they clanged fists - partners. They had never been
anything but adversaries in the past. Rodney had a partner, his dad. He had a dad, a cool dad, a really neat dad, a bad dad. He wanted to go
fishing with him. No, not that - fishing fishing - you know, rod, reel, hook, bait, beer. Fishing.

Buck entered the bedroom. Shauna was sitting up against the head board. She saw the look on his face and said, "You have a son."

"God damn, Shauna. I have a son. We bonded. We bonded over your pussy."

"I like the sound of that."

"We’re going to work together to keep your whore ass in line."

"This just keeps getting better and better. Tell me more."

"We’re going to work together to keep that pussy in good working order, because we’re going to be sharing it."

Shauna threw off the covers and exposed her beaver, saying, "Oh god, Buck, fuck me!"

"You can’t mean that, Shauna."

"I do mean that. Gag me and fuck me."

He gagged her and he fucked her. She had several orgasms while suffering - you guessed it - excruciating pain.

This story has a happy ending. The lives of these three people, all from dysfunctional families with a young man destined for a life of hell and
spreading hell, became functional and happy in an odd way. And all this stemmed from tissue thin underwear. Who’d have guessed?

The End

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